#it doesn't have to be creative it can just be like yeah this has both ice and electricity in it.

[goldensunset]

to add onto that post about people always trying to be so careful and artful when creating fakemons and fake regions making everything so culturally intentional. people also overthink it when trying to create pokemon of a specific type combination. 'if it's ice/fire it should be like some kind of igloo with a hearth inside' meanwhile at gamefreak they're like here is a sicko monster freak. this is a fairy btw

[pureomi]

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includes: itoshi sae x fem! reader. 0.8k wc. fluff.

a/n: provider sae, we all cheered !! inspired by that one tiktok trend lol

not much grabs itoshi sae's attention, so you have to get creative.

"sae, i can't help pay rent this month." even though he doesn't glance away from the computer screen, the twitch on his face is obvious. the furrowed brows, his fingers coming to a halt on the keyboard, the imaginary question mark brewing over his head—all of it subtle but still priceless.

to be fair, he doesn't even recall being this confused when his parents agreed to send him abroad at the ripe age of thirteen—that too, all by himself!

for someone as strict as itoshi sae, he should receive an award for how quickly he paused his work to simply process whatever the fuck just came out of your mouth. "you can't, what?" he finally says, still keeping his gaze focused on the screen.

this is harder than you thought. not the pranking part; the holding in your laughter part. you somehow manage to keep it in for the sake of the bit.

"yeah, i just don't have the money to help you pay our rent this month," you continue, further emphasizing your dilemma (knowing damn well it doesn’t exist) awaiting his reaction.

but of course, your prank backfires spectacularly. the dramatic reaction you were hoping for? nowhere to be found. instead, he just crosses his arms and finally turns his chair to stare at you like you're the ridiculous one in this scenario. sae leans back in his chair, letting linger another one of those infuriatingly calm looks that make you want to simultaneously throw something at him and admire how annoyingly composed he is. "i know?" he claimed, neutrally, with a quirk of his brow like...duhh?

he continued, not even trying to be offensive, just merely stating the facts he has gathered living with you over the years. "when have you ever paid rent?"

…why would you?

he’s suddenly wondering if, overnight, you forgot you’re itoshi sae’s girl. hell, he doesn’t even let you pay for something as little as webtoon coins—hence why he made sure his card info was saved on your phone. rent was too far of a stretch to claim, even as a joke, and you know this too.

with how adamant sae is, the world could collapse before he let you contribute a single penny.

but damn, did that make it make it hard for you to continue this act.

you open your mouth to say something, anything, to salvage the prank, but your brain is running on a blank slate. "i mean," you clear your throat, trying to recover. "it’s about the…principle? you know, of financial responsibility and, um—" sae tilts his head, looking wholly unimpressed. "do you even know how much rent is?" your mouth opens. closes. he waits. you scramble. "well, yeah, of course, i—" "how much?" he asks, deadpan. your lips part, but the number? nowhere to be found. you had not, at any point in your life, thought to ask. sae quirks a brow, clearly entertained by your pathetic attempt to keep going. he rests his chin in his palm, watching you struggle with the kind of calm that makes it painfully obvious he’s enjoying this. "you were saying?" he prompts, his voice laced with amusement. you huff, cheeks growing warm. "forget it. you ruined it." but before you can even sulk properly, sae reaches forward and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you in with zero effort. a yelp escapes you as he shifts you into his lap, securing you there with both arms now locked around you. your heart does this stupid little thing where it stumbles over itself because you can feel the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and—oh god—the way his lips are ridiculously close to your ear. "did i? or did you just get caught?" he murmurs, voice low and entirely too smug. "you—!" your hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders, trying to put some space between you two, but he doesn't let you. if anything, he picks you up to place you fully against his chest. "go on, finish your little act," he challenges, lips curling into a smirk. you glare at him, ignoring the rapid pounding of your heart. "i hate you." "yeah?" his voice is a quiet hum, teasing, daring you to keep going. "i guess that’s what i get for absolutely spoiling the shit out of my girlfriend." you pout, trying to look annoyed, but your resistance fades as you sink into his arms.

instead of staying smug, sae softens his grip just a little, his tone becoming more serious. "i take care of what’s mine, so don’t bother pulling tricks on me before you empty my bank account."

"do you understand?" he continues, his voice low and steady as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. the softness of the gesture contrasts with the firmness of his words, leaving you to wonder how he always manages to make you this flustered every time. all you can do is just nod, giving in to the fact that your boyfriend is a rich snob who always gets his way—one you’re completely obsessed with, no less. seriously, what are you gonna do with him? 🤍

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Heartrates - George Clarke

George Clarke x Reader (900+ words)

Y/N invites friends to film a lie detector video - what starts as a fun collab quickly turns into an unexpected confession session.

warnings:

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I have no idea why I have thought this was a smart idea.

I could already feel the regret bubbling the moment when Max walked in with a scheming face and a clipboard.

A clipboard filled with questions - questions he has kept a secret.

George is trailing behind Max, holding a take-away tray containing three drinks - spotting my favourite drink, a smile graces my lips.

"Right, lovebirds, who's ready to get exposed?" Max announces plopping down on a single chair at my kitchen counter. George and I both immediately spoke over each other with awkward laughter and mumbled denials.

"We're not - what? No."

"Don't be weird Max."

George break the awkward silence as he walks in my direction, handing me my drink. "It's not even switched on yet and I feel nervous." George chuckles.

I give him a playful nudge, ignoring the way my heart jumped at how close he was, "don't worry George. Just tell the truth and the machine won't fry you.

We'd been friends for years, filming the occasional collab, laughing our way through chaotic group trips, and more recently stealing glances at each other.

He had this way of looking at me when he though I wasn't paying attention - like his thoughts were louder than he wanted them to be. I wasn't exactly subtle either, catching myself staring at his hands while he talked, or noticing how my mood lifted whenever he smiled in my direction.

And our friends - they definitely have notice this tension between us, always joking around about when we were going to get together.

Max clapped his hands, "all right, children. Let's get you to hook up - whoops I mean hooked up to the machines."

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Five minutes into filming and Max acting as the host, was already thriving in his role as professional chaos gremlin.

"George," he said, dramatically checking his clipboard, "have you ever fancied someone you've filmed a video with?"

George blinked. "You're going straight in, huh?" George gives Max a stare down, subtly saying something with his eyes, a possible threat to Max.

Max grinned. "Don't play innocent, Clarke. Yes or no?"

George looked over at me. Not long - just for a second. But it was enough to make me forget how to breathe.

"Yes." Truth.

Max cackled, "spicy!"

I tried to keep a straight face, fiddling with the wires on my lap.

Max turned to me, "Y/N, same question. Ever fancied someone you've filmed with?"

I forced a clam shrug. "Yeah." Truth.

George's eyebrow raised slightly, but he didn't say anything. I tried to pretend I didn't notice.

Max, of course, noticed everything - and decided to further scheme. "Okay, okay, okay," he said, rubbing his hands together and looking down to clipboard. "Let's talk types. George, what's your type?"

George paused, chewing his bottom lip. "Someone kind, funny, creative, and shares the same passions as me. She has nice eyes and doesn't take life too seriously, can easily get along with my friends."

I felt my stomach twist in the best way possible. I ticked all of those boxes - remembering back to every time George has complimented my eyes.

"And Y/N? Let's hear it." Max asks, eye glinting.

"Someone who's good at listening. Makes me laugh with trying. A little chaotic, but also grounded for our future... and oh I like tall guys."

I quickly steal a glance at George and see him trying to suppress a smile. He is tall - and then I realise, I've described everything about him as my type.

Max leaned back in his chair, grinning like he'd just won a bet. "Interesting. Very specific, you two - almost like you knew someone who you were describing."

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The questions moved away from the relationship ideology, and onto some ridiculous questions - whether George had ever peed in the sea (yes, truth), if I secretly hated their podcast (no, also truth), and whether we'd ever lied in a brand deal of which we both dodged that question.

Then Max struck again, a question of which was so abrupt it shocked both George and I.

"George," Max said smoothly, "do you fancy Y/N?"

George's eyes met mine, and everything went still. I could practically hear the blood rushing in my ears.

"...Yes."

There was not point in George lying, he was hooked up to a machine.

Truth.

I blinked.

He what?

Max grinned like a kid on Christmas morning. "I KNEW IT. I've not for months!"

George looked sheepish now, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't want to make it weird." He said, turning to look at me with a plea in his eyes.

"Too late!" Max said, point at me. "Your turn, Y/N do you have a crush on George?"

There was no point in lying now.

"Yes." Truth.

We both stared at each other for a long moment - the secret finally out. The stolen glances, and inside jokes had finally led to this.

The camera was still rolling and Max looked delighted.

George's smile was soft this time - no teasing, no nerves. "I was hoping you'd say that."

I laughed, probably blushing to the ends of the earth, "you could've said something sooner, Clarke."

He raised an eyebrow. "You were the one who made me get strapped to a lie detector to admit it." George jokes.

Our attention is stolen from starring at each other as Max stood dramatically, "well, my work here is done. You're welcome YouTube."

I glance over at George, still processing the fact that they boy I'd been crushing on for months had just admitted he the same - on camera, no less.

George leaned closer, bumping his shoulder against mine. "So... post-video dinner?"

"Only if you promise to tell me more truths, No machine required."

He smiled. "Deal."

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I hope you all enjoyed!!

Incase you haven't seen I have updated my masterlist to include dates of when one shots and series parts will be released.

I do want to say a massive thank you to everyone, I'm new to writing - with Secrets in Doncaster being my first ever fanfiction I have ever written!! I'm always seeking any feedback and requests to continue to improve my writing and my new found love of writing. Feel free to request any fandom.. because I've been apart of a lot since I was 13.

See you next time,

mwah x

[cheshireliam]

"The Daily Records: Ring Schwartz & Ellis Twilight" Party Event: Chapter 1

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

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Darius: I have a favour to ask of you, Ring. 

— The moment Darius opened his mouth to speak, sounding so casual as though it were ordinary small talk, Ring rushed to his side like a well-trained hunting dog.

Ring: … Want me to kill someone? 

Darius: Fufu, it’s great you have so much bloodlust, but… not this time. 

Darius: We haven’t been in England for long, so we don’t have many friends here who would willingly support us, right? 

Darius: While we do have people who will use their slyness for our benefit… 

Darius: We still lack someone who can be of real help when things turn violent. 

Ring: … That’s true. 

Ring: The people you call our allies seem much smarter than me.

Ring: But I don’t think many of them can actually pick up a sword and fight… 

Darius: Yup. Well done on being observant, Ring. 

Darius: That's why… I’m thinking of adding a strong member to our “family”. 

Nica: I looked into Crown, and… 

Nica: The one with the strongest physical abilities amongst them is Ellis Twilight. 

Darius: And so I’d like Ring to look into his character. 

Ring: His character…? 

Darius: Yeah. I want you to observe him from up close… and decide if he’s worthy of being part of our “family”. 

Ring: Got it. Leave it to me. 

With a firm nod, Ring immediately left the room to carry out Darius’ order. 

Darius: … Is it possible Ring intends to approach Ellis now?

Darius: I hope he doesn't anger anyone for visiting at this late hour…

Nica: He’ll be fine. Who knows, he might even get Ellis to be fond of him. 

Nica: Besides, sending Ring to interact with Ellis—

Nica: A way to use his pure, sincere nature to ease Ellis’ wariness toward us, isn’t it? 

Nica: It’s all part of your plan. 

Darius: Fufu… you know me so well, Nica. 

Darius: If it were you or me approaching Ellis, not just Ellis Twilight, but even Jude Jazza would be on high alert. 

Nica: Whereas Ring won’t really be seen as a threat. 

Darius: Exactly. 

Darius: Well then… I wonder if our adorable little puppy will do a good job. 

Narrowing his honey-coloured eyes, Darius smiled. 

…

Meanwhile, in a corner of London— 

Two figures walked through the silent streets at night, the sound  of their footsteps on the cobblestone echoing rhythmically. 

But in the next moment— one of them stops in his tracks. 

Jude: … Ellis. 

The other person stopped at the sound of his name. 

Ellis: Yeah… someone’s following us. 

Ellis: Jude, you go ahead to the meeting first. I’ll take care of them and join you later. 

…

After parting ways with Jude, Ellis slipped into a dark alleyway and hid himself in the shadows. 

He quietly gripped his familiar black knife while listening to the approaching footsteps. 

And the instant the presence of his pursuer entered his range, the knife in his hand formed an arc in the air, cutting into the darkness. 

Ellis: Ha…! 

With his extraordinary physical ability— Ellis’ attack was both swift and heavy. 

An average person would never have been able to react in time, however… the pursuer managed to block Ellis’ knife with a sword. 

Sharp metal blades clashed, sparks flew, and the loud clang ripped through the silence of the night.

Ellis: Huh? You’re… Ring from Vogel? 

Ring: Y-yeah, I am… but why did you suddenly attack me? 

Ellis: Sorry. I thought you were an assassin going after Jude… 

Ellis lowered his guard and put away his knife. Ring did the same, putting away his sword. 

Ellis: What are you doing here, Ring? It looked like you were following Jude and I… 

Ring: Umm… I wanted to get to know you, so I followed you. 

Ellis: Really? … Will doing that make you happy?

Ring: Y-yeah! I think it definitely would! 

Ellis: If it’ll make you happy… then I’ll tell you more about myself. 

Ring: Wait, just like that…? Are you sure about that? 

Ellis: Yeah. … But I have work to do right now, so we’ll have to leave that to another day.

Ellis: Are you free tomorrow at around noon? 

…

Jude: Ellis, ya sure took yer own sweet time gettin’ back. That guy gave ya trouble? 

Ellis: No, not exactly… 

Ellis: … I’m going to have lunch with Ring.

Jude: Hah? 

[love-byers]

cornplate but idc we have fun here

in the van (not THE van scene, just the van in general), most of it is from will's pov or no particular pov. just about every time we see will and mike in the van, we see the surfer boy pizza logo on the window, very clearly flipped. backwards. we can't read it.

obviously it's not very hard to just read it backwards, but it's still wrong. it's not the correct pov for it to make sense. it's wrong, it's backwards.

the only time we see the logo flipped the correct way, where we see what it really says, where it is easy to read is here:

in the rear view mirror from jonathan's pov. the outsiders pov. not will's pov.

both times we see this mirror shot, will is not looking at mike. mike is looking at will quite intently. the boys also swap places, mike now appearing to be on the left and will on the right. mike is in will's place and will is in mike's. they are also both equally in frame, both in focus. there's no over the shoulder or anything like that. we are looking at them plainly, seeing them as they are, no bias. not warped by a character's pov. we are seeing reality. and what does reality look like?

yeah....

we also see it here:

on mike's side of the van. it is slightly obscured, a shadow, but still there and flipped the correct way. next to mike, who's pov has been hidden from us.

to me, this is saying that will's point of view, his idea of his love for mike being unrequited, mike being straight and in love with el, is completely backwards. he's got it all wrong.

im hesitant to call will an unreliable narrator because in creative writing classes i've been taught to not use that phrase. i've just been taught to not label characters that way and lean on that concept. a character's pov is simply a characters pov, and what they see is real to them. every character will have different povs, especially in a tv show. it shouldn't necessarily be a part of the plot that a character is unreliable, it should be more complex than that if that makes sense. every character's pov compares and contrast each others.

buttt there's really no other way to describe will in s4 😭

what makes will and mike interesting and what does make will 'unreliable' is that mike's pov is being purposefully hidden from us. we can't compare and contrast their pov's because one is being distinctly hidden. we only have one side. we only know that will thinks mike is straight and doesn't feel that way about him and loves el. but that doesn't mean the other side doesn't exist.

every character has extensive thought put into them. so mike's pov does exist, we just can't see it.

this is a prime example to me. this moment where mike looks back is HUGE, or it should be. a character doing this is very revealing of their mindset and point of view. it's there, it's just hidden from us. we can clearly see mike do it in the back, but it's blurred and we can't see what other expressions he's making. we have no clue what he's thinking in this moment as he's looking at the painting/will.

will's pov shows us what he thinks mike is thinking. which could either be accurate or inaccurate.

and, like im suggesting, he's got it all wrong. completely backwards. mike isn't straight, he doesn't love el, and he does have feelings for will.

i mean...look at him. let's put the puzzle pieces together guys...

[mariaace]

Sweet things he does as your boyfriend (Wind Breaker guys)

A/n:So i really liked Wind Breaker and this is something i decided to do for these guys. I need more content for them🙏🏻 (Sakura's a bit longer, but can you blame me?)

Warnings: none

Genre:fluff

Type: Headcanons

Pairings:Sakura, Suo, Umemiya, Kiryu, Kaji

Haikyuu!! (Setters) version

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Sakura Haruka⚝

As cliché as it sounds he loves giving you his jacket to wear. (He won't tell you tho) He feels so flustered about it, but does it almost every time. Even if you aren't cold, he likes the fact that it can show that he is your boyfriend (plus it scares creeps away). Yeah, it might be a little bit big on you, but who cares? He will just wrap it around your shoulders without saying a word when you two go out.

He stands a step behind you when you walk on your side. He feels like he can protect you better this way, he again, won't tell you that tho. If you mention something about it, he'll just keep denying it, until you stop asking.

Suo Hayato⚝

He gives you some of his jewellery to wear while you are out together or just in general. That way you always have something his to remind you of him, even when he isn't there. If you don't usually wear jewelleries, his will stand out on you, and if you do usually wear, you will also put one of yours on him so that both of you have something of the other.

Hajime Umemiya⚝

He will ask you about your favourite flower. It doesn't matter what it is or where he needs to go to find it. He makes sure to give you a bouquet of it at least one time in the month even if it isn't a special accusion. If he can grow the plant himself, be prepared for a ton shit of them, because this guy will make a literal garden of it. (And it looks so beautiful)

Mitsuki Kiryu⚝

Kiryu is a gentleman. That's like a love language for him. He would hold your hand everywhere you go, step in front of you when something happens. He open doors for you, pays when you go out, walks you home, he is just a person of act of service + more. He'll tell you how beautiful you look every time he sees you, and his compliments are always so creative.

Ren Kaji⚝

He has a playlist full of songs that you listen to or mentioned you like them. He listens to every single one and when you two meet again, he gives you the playlist and tells you what he thinks about each song.

Every time he goes needs to fight, after he became your boyfriend, he will put his headphones around on you and literally shove his lollipop into your mouth and after the fight he'll get back his headphones, but sometimes will let you keep the lollipop.

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Reblogs are highly appreciated!

@un0rin

[mosswiind]

RANKING THE VEILGUARD COMPANIONS AS SPICY PARTNERS

This is definitively correct and I will not be accepting feedback.

In seventh and last place, we have our sweet boy Lucanis.

He's so into you. Spite is at least the same amount of into you. Lucanis though, is wildly inexperienced. Dude blacked out seeing Rook of any gender without a top on. A single titty would put this man in the hospital.

As a person who has slept with a lot of people, enthusiasm does not always compensate for skill. Lucanis would be very sweet, and apologizing because this has literally never happened to him before.

In sixth, we have Bellara.

Bellara is wonderful! But, similar to Lucanis, she's pretty inexperienced, and not in a position to acquire more experience without Rook’s involvement. She did date Irelin, but Irelin also doesn't give "exciting spicy partner" vibes. I feel like she would be enthusiastic about figuring out what you both like! It would just take some time to get there. She would also be very open to using magical aids. Electrical magic? Hell yeah.

She's also absolutely a bottom and if that's a consideration for you, she would be very good at it.

In fifth, we have Harding.

Harding is one long conversation away from being down for some Actual Freak Shit. She's already down, she just doesn't know what to ask for.

HOWEVER. Harding has precisely zero game, so it may feel a little silly while y'all figure your stuff out.

It will be good, it will also be clumsy and sweet.

In fourth, Taash.

Taash is similar to Harding, but has more sexual experience. They are also a confirmed top. Those are rare! They are coded to feel like they're in their early twenties, and extremely athletic, so stamina would not at any point be an issue. I've seen some comments that their bluntness would be bad for dirty talk/having game - those people didn't have to take a minute to do some deep breathing after the Taamlok scene, and also do not have taste. Taash will break you in half in a good way. Taash is a capital T Top and honestly, I respect it.

In third, Davrin.

Davrin, in a different group, would be the top pick. He's cocky, confident, has game for days. He's not a snack, he's a meal, and he is very aware of that. In my experience, banging Extremely Hot Dudes can go one of two ways; it's either sex you will wake up thinking about ten years later, or it will be like, extremely mid. I have faith in his ability. He is also a top, but I feel like he would also be into another top so there's a Fight (America's Next Top Model theme plays).

Thrill of the chase, indeed.

In second, Emmrich.

I know Emmrich is a canonical sex god. I know a bunch of y'all are extremely horny for Dr. Hose Goat. He caught me on the back foot a couple of times.

I also understand that this is a community that is very into Hot Authority Figures Who Remind You To Drink Water. There's a top shortage. I know what you people are like. I get it.

In first, it's the internet's wife, Neve Gallus.

Neve reads people for a living. She's also hot, emotionally unavailable, and would rather make out than acknowledge she has Actual Human Feelings. She's so locked into everything going on around her that she knows what you want before you do.

She's also creative at problem solving - no good surface? No problem. Just...not her desk, probably. There's a lot of notes to get displaced, and she has a hard enough time with the wisps. She will not allow your dumb ass to be too horny for organization.

Also - frost magic for you sensory seekers, and the ability to slow down time. I feel like we're all on the same page about the possibilities.

Your brain will melt out of your ears. You will not be able to stand. For days, potentially.

She's also a switch, depending on the vibes presented.

Emotionally unavailable romantics will ruin your life.

[jealousmartini]

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⤷ a bit of FYI

Because I am shifting to my dr during the end of the 2nd school year, I will have already found vigilante Deku with the rest of class 1A, won the war arc against my own personal nemesis, and had my awesome quirk awakening. It's also 5 days before Bakugo's birthday in my dr AND it's the weekend (Friday) so I dont have to worry about patrolling or homework when i literally just got there! So it's free time!

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... Super stoked for!

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing my entire appearance!

Not even gonna lie to yall.. I am SO stupidly fine in all of my mha drs actually. But specifically talking about my main mha dr, I literally am so gorgeous. My body is so undoubtedly bomb, my face card is fire, my hair so tea.. no wonder so many people are down bad for me. I know for sure the first thing I'll do when I shift is stare at my reflection, tracing my curves and all.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Wearing my hero costume, using my quirks and my gadgets

My hero costume is so iconic. It's like a mecha space suit centered around a cunty corset with big ass chunky boots like uraraka, a pair of bug eye looking goggles and a mecha headset with antenna. The space theme is fitting for my for my quirk, and my Twilight sparkle ahh hair.

My magnetism quirk is so much fun dude. I can make anything attract, retract or rotate to or from me, and manipulate it to mimic telekinesis. Uraraka wannabe yeah yeah I know but it's unique enough for it to be it's own thing. Using it creatively is gonna be a blast too!

In my dr, I am a pro at creating gadgets, weapons, and upgrading preexisting gear. I work in both the hero and the support course so my class mates get the best of both worlds cus they've got a mini Tony stark in their class. I even got the spare keys to the utility support room.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Hanging out in my dorm room, the dormitory and my best friends rooms

I made slight tweaks to the design of the dormitory, the rooms are a bit bigger and it isn't just green and yellow ew. Also the class rooms in the UA building have big ass windows to the left, the tables can fit 2-3 students and the rooms aren't a cold blue hue anymore.

My room is perfectly customised to my personality, my likes, my needs and all that stuff. I've got my entire pinterest closet in my wardrobe, my makeup, my trinkets and my gadgets on my tables and shelves. The walls are decorated in anime, game and movie posters, drawings and sketches of my gadget plans and polaroid pictures of my family, friends and classmates. My room has a colour pallet of pinks, burgundys and cream with dimly lit off white and orange accent lights. It's very homly, very comforting.

I also have a mini fridge, a ceiling fan and a two screen computer in my room. Each floor has bathrooms and shower rooms of their own. I'm on the same level as Momo, Ochaco, Kirishima and Katsuki. My most visited rooms are Uraraka's, Mina's Katsuki's, Deku's and Kirishima's. I like to welcome myself and relax on their beds. Sometimes I bicker, most times I gossip with them and actually more than most times, they visit me more than I do them. I can't wait to casually hang out with them, go out to eat, go on trips with them, especially since I'm part of "Baku squad"

And btw he dormitory has robot maids and floor cleaners that do most of the cleaning around the building, including the washing in the kitchen.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| The FOOOOOOD

See we've got some bomb ass cooks in our class already, me being one of them ironically enough. But we are actually allowed to order takeaway to the dorms. The house rules are that you shouldn't order food past curfew but most of the time, Aizawa doesn't notice so I do it anyway.

There is also a shopping center close to campus and some convenience stores with my fave foods and stuff I've always wanted to try like tteokbokki, pho, seafood boil, ramen stew all that good stuff🫠🫠

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing my crushes: Katsuki, Uraraka, Sero and Kirishima

Lord. I can't even say too much because I love these idiots so much UGHHHHH. I've got casual crushes of Uraraka, Sero and Kirishima but good GOD I am down bad for Katsuki.

I've scripted that me and Spikes end up together in the middle of the 3rd year but it's initiated by... ME. Yeah that's right bitch I scripted I grew a pair of balls and asked him out😝. I know it's pretty basic for an mha shifter to have cactsuki as their s/o but yall don't get him the way I do and I seriously don't care. I stood on business and pulled that bitch like my quirk was on. Period

I will admit tho Katsuki intimidates so bad but like in a good way. I love an intimidating, scary but funny, brash, stern babe. Like come here and kiss me but also don't cus ill run away.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| THE FAN EDITS, FICTION, GIFTS AND ART

Yall already know as shifters how exciting fan stuff are. Not a day goes by when Im not daydraming about the edits especially. I can't wait to see what my fans are up to, react to their edits, fanfiction, gifts and art on live stream. I scripted my fans are super creative and most of them ship me with people I actually like🤭🤭

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Going patrolling with my bbygirls

I'm so excited to use my quirk in action especially when I've already had my quirk awakening. I scripted I can formulate and act out plans perfectly and quickly. I also scripted most patrols are fun, relaxing, exciting or interesting. I'm always learning something new, meeting new people, going new places and growing bonds with my team mates.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Streaming and being featured on popular streams

One of my hobbies is streaming/vlogging/blogging. I have been recording my experiences as a student in UA and a hero since the beginning and I've got a big following that catch up with me every now and then. I use two different cameras; a high quality one and an early 2000s digital hand cam to make it look like I'm in 2006. I do a lot of eat with mes, I gossip, I do study with mes I draw and anime a lot and I also do gaming as well because I am the biggest game geek.

I'm also pretty siked to appear on popular Streamer lives like kai cenat and Speed. The interviewers are going to be so entertaining since I'm just a British girl talking about my experiences as a British student in Japan and the amount of culture shocks ive gotten.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing me in Horikoshi's art

Fun thing I scripted. Horikoshi made a manga of class 1A which is literally MHA but I'm in it this time. Idk how this is going to work but I thought this would be sick.

Speaking of art I am an artist in my dr too. I've got stacks apon stacks of notebooks filled with me and my friends, even my hw has little doodles in the corner. I'm very excited to draw my friends, myself, my favourite medias in my many art styles onto tiktok and tumblr and they actually get views😩.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Exploring Japan

And lastly exploring Japan has been one of my biggest dreams since forever. To explore the country with my favourite friends or just by myself in the day or night is a dream come true. The peaceful nature of it all motivates me to go walking every now and then. It is such a beautiful place.

[genericpuff]

holy crap okay so

I'm two episodes into Kaos

normally I keep my expectations pretty minimal because, let's be real, the Internet - and especially Tumblr - has a tendency to severely overhype new series to be way better than they actually are and it often leaves me sitting there like "that's it? that's what people were freaking out over for weeks?? that was just a bunch of cheap ships and tropes that i've seen 123785902380 times before" LMAO

BUT thankfully compared to other series like Hazbin Hotel and The Amazing Digital Circus, I haven't been worn out on excessive fandom exposure prior to watching Kaos, so I didn't really know what to expect going in besides what folks have told me so far - it's a modern-day Greek epic, and it stars Jeff Goldblum as Zeus (which is, unsurprisingly, peak casting).

That said, I'm very pleased to say that so far, the show is absolutely blowing me away. The set designs, characterizations, weaving of all the players into a central narrative led by a very coy narrator, all of it feels both refreshing and respectful to the source material at the same time.

so uh yeah that LO animated TV show... we have reason to believe now that it's gotten picked up by Amazon Prime, at least according to the showrunner's LinkedIn and posting history from February of this year that seems to imply LO may have been picked up by Amazon-

(but still, nothing's really been confirmed because they're being so tight-lipped about this you'd almost think it's because there isn't a show happening at all cough)

But even then, that means at best we still won't see anything of the LO TV show adaption for another 2-3 years, depending on how production goes.

Why am I talking about LO right now? Well it should be obvious - Kaos double-whammied LO by beating it to the punch at its own game.

I mean, just look at the creative choices alone in the design of the Underworld and its rulers, our beloved Hades and Persephone.

And yes, the entire Underworld is color-graded like this, something so simple and yet effective in communicating the nature of the Underworld and what it stands for - a place where the past lives on through the dead, paused in time, devoid of the vibrant color grading found in Olympus - or "Olympia" as its been named in this retelling - which is, by the way, a visual treat to take in every time it's featured.

(and yes, that is S-tier-companion Billie Piper on the left, but I will not tell you who she's playing, you actually really should go into this show as blind as possible for the thrill of figuring out these characters as they're introduced <3)

That's not even getting into the narrative structure of the plot itself or the phenomenal casting and acting, but again, I don't want to spoil too much as the show is quite new, and I want to actually finish watching the show myself before I get more into the details of its story and how it delivers it (I'm very much hoping I will still be singing this show's praises at the end of its 8 episodes, please for the love of god don't jump the shark, I don't think my heart can take that kind of pain again.)

All that's to say though, Kaos is, so far, exactly what us disappointed fans of LO deserve after all these years, and frankly, I feel like whatever is coming for the LO animated TV show is really gonna have to step up to the plate to both live up to the bar that Kaos has set as well as stand on its own without being affiliated as a cheap Amazon knockoff living in its shadow. Sounds a little familiar and a bit ironic, doesn't it?

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

batfam as fanfic tropes pt 2

ft bruce, dick, and jason warnings: i continue to give jason all of the angsty stuff but i promise i do it out of love, some suggestive jokes lol pt 1

bruce

not to keep pushing my superbat agenda but that may or may not be what i'm doing

only one bed trope let's go

likeeee yknow imagine they're on an undercover mission with the league or whatever but then they end up stuck in rockville, known for their slightly weird rock

and there's a single motel that only has one room left and of course there's only one bed

to add insult to injury, it's a queen bed and they're both like 6'+ guys so there's absolutely no way they're not gonna at least accidentally make physical contact (it's not gonna be accidental by the end of the night)

something about clark seeing bruce in pj's just seems so funny to me, i don't even have anything else to add

imagine they didn't bring pj's bc they didn't think the mission was going to take that long so they go to the motel's gift shop and they're forced to get cringey tourist shirts

"Rockville may not have much, but we sure rock!"

"Rock on over to Rockville"

we all know bruce technically doesn't haveeeee to sleep for 8 hours straight (and ig clark doesn't have to either? but i haven't read enough superman stuff to know how true that is) but i like the idea of him just sleeping anyways

and clark doesn't know any better so he's like yeah ok makes sense that he would need to sleep, he is human after all

bruce may act like he's bothered by this but like he's fooling nobody

i think it would be so funny if clark actually does manage to fall asleep but because bruce almost never sleeps for this long unless he's critically injured, he's just like lying there in the dark freaking out over being in the same bed as clark

bruce discovers fanfic of himself but it's not even in our universe, it's just gothamites writing fanfics about him

there's bruce wayne x reader, bruce wayne x oliver queen, bruce wayne x lois lane (clark is not happy about this), bruce wayne x nightwing??????, batman x every member of the justice league, and of course bruce wayne x batman

babs probably knew all along but she decides to wait until she finds something particularly scandalous before showing it to bruce

and let's just say some writers sure have creative imaginations when it comes to uh what bruce and batman would be doing behind closed doors

i'm just imagining one day he's on patrol and saves some random person from getting mugged and then they're suddenly like, "wow i never thought i'd actually get to meet you. i'm a big fan. can i ask you some questions?"

and yknow, this happens sometimes. sure he'll entertain the questions, but he probably won't answer

"i actually write fanfic but i was having some trouble with your characterization. do you think you're more of a top or bottom?"

bruce.exe has stopped working

wait until he finds the fan art

dick

your siblings are best friends

hear me out, you have a younger sister who happens to be in the same after school art club as damian

and of course, being the good older sibling you are, you come to pick her up

but it certainly doesn't hurt to see dick grayson every week, waiting for his younger brother

at first he's just some handsome stranger who happens to be around the same age as you

and you're trying to figure out if he's here for his sibling or if he's just a very very young parent

thankfully, your sister introduces you to damian and by proxy you properly meet dick so you know he's not taken

and it's hard not to fall for him because he's just so funny and charming

and he's good with kids, as evident by how he handles damian but also one day when your sister comes out of art club sobbing because some kid messed with her artwork and he's able to calm her down in record time

he offers to get her ice cream as consolation but he's weirdly making eye contact with you as he says that and maybe you're just delusional but between this and the flirting you can't be blamed for feeling a certain way about the whole thing

but things frustratingly don't progress any further (mostly because dick thinks he's been pretty clear with the flirting and decides to back down because you don't seem to be reciprocating, whereas you're completely oblivious to the whole thing) so it's up to damian and your sister to take things into their own hands

cue the random playdates where they insist that you and dick both come for supervision or something while they draw and banish you and dick to another room because they need "pure artistic energy" in the room or whatever

and funnily enough the other room just so happens to have a candlelit dinner for two set up! wow, what a coincidence!

you guys have a very well cooked steak and talk things over (read: your siblings both yell at you from the other room to just confess already)

honestly, they're both pretty done with your antics but at least you're together now!

if you don't mention both of them in your wedding speeches there will be consequences

jason

who else would get hanahaki disease if not jason todd

for those who were not in the trenches of 2010’s anime fanfics, hanahaki disease is a fictional disease where you cough up flowers if your love is unrequited or like you think your love is unrequited

i just know this loser wouldn’t even realize he likes you until he starts coughing up random flowers and he’s like wtf????

it does not take a tim drake to figure out who he likes so ofc the last people to notice are him and you

also you just know he’s the type to suffer in silence instead of confess bc he thinks he’s burdening you with his feelings or like he doesn’t lead the type of life that can allow him to have a relationship or whatever emo edge lord stuff he does

also i think he is incapable of flirting LMAO

honestly, even if you confessed i can see him being like "how can you possibly love me, you must be confused"

normally the confession scene is where the sick person gets cured and like they get together

but nope! jason just straight up refuses bc ofc he does

good luck trying to convince him that you do like him, flaws and all

GET THIS DUDE HIS COLLEGE!AU

not to be dramatic but i desperately want him to have a happy and normal life so this one might be a bit of wish fulfilment on my behalf but like

once again i feel like he would actually want to go to college/uni

like will he complain about his assignments and exams? yes but don't we all?

i feel like he would just take courses he would like, so probably a lot of literature stuff

i think it would be very funny if he took one of those psychology courses, think like PSYCH 21XX: The Maladaptive Mind or smth and he's like "wow these trauma responses sound awfully familiar. wonder where i've heard about this before"

anyways i'm thinking about him being a humanities guy and then he meets you, a stem student who has to take this one english class to graduate

and he's also in a similar boat and is in your biology class for the science credit

so you guys decide to just study together and help each other out

and he may or may not catch feelings but it's hard not to when you have similar taste in books and can talk about a random poem you read in class for an hour

jason todd who gets rizzed up by your annotations

but then like halfway through second semester he realizes that you've hung out just for fun more often than you've actually hung out to study

and ofc there's a dramatic confession scene at graduation and he's stumbling over his words and god he might end it all because his family is there and freaking dick grayson is watching him confess to his crush

but like it's hard not to figure it out when he basically acts like your boyfriend on your "study dates" and honestly you already kinda figured you at least had something sort of going on and this confession is not shocking in the slightest

so that was super embarrassing for him but at least he's got a date next week?

hear me out...if you got into an accident and then developed retrograde amnesia

he's already stressed enough about the fact that you got injured in the first place

like what is the point of all of his training and patrolling to keep gotham safe if he can't even keep the person who's the most important to him safe?

then you wake up and he's so relieved he could cry

he thinks you're just a bit disoriented as he pulls you into his arms, promising he's never going to put you in a situation like that ever again

only for you to stare blankly at him

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

he thinks he would rather die and reincarnate again than live with the way you're looking at him

you're not even mad at getting hurt. you don't even remember that. you're just...looking at him like he's nothing more than a stranger because right now, that's what he is

i think his insecurities would be amped up to 100x after this, even if you did agree to come home with him and try to regain your memories

he's constantly praying that this is some messed up nightmare because he doesn't even know why you agreed to date him the first time around

so how is he supposed to make you fall for him again?

it's even worse because you are trying and you feel bad about it, but anytime he gets too close, he can see the way you flinch slightly

honestly he's going to start spiraling, like questioning whether he even deserves you or what he's doing wrong

is it because you don't know him? is he scaring you in some way? he would never hurt you, but that's all he's ever known. it was nice to live in this fantasy, but maybe all he was doing was delaying the inevitable

he starts to wonder if maybe he should just let you go now, while you don't remember anything. just thinking about it makes him want to claw his heart out but if it would keep you safe, he'd be willing to give you anything

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[scrawleditalix]

so I, personally, am a huge fan of the Telemachian war rubble. incredible imagery? cool obstacle for our heroes? literal wall of corpses both protecting the heart of human civilization from those who wish to extinguish it and holding it captive to those who wish to exploit it? come on, what more do you want from a set piece?

just, like. a coating of rubble around an entire planet, y'know. that's too much rubble, isn't it? like, planets are really big. just kinda a flashy bit of writers' excess. it's gotta take a stupid, unrealistic number of ships to make a coating of rubble like that happen, right?

Right?

QUESTION ONE: How big is this planet?

Surely, in sci-fi world, the answer to this question is limitless, right? Far be it for me to impinge upon the boundless creativity of the sci-fi writer. That being said, as the local rubble-estimator, I do need to put some bounds on this thing. And the thing is, human bodies do very poorly outside of earth-gravity in the long-term. in the interest of not ruining the musculoskeletal system of every human in the not-so-distant future, we're going to assume that Telemachus has +/- 10% of Earth gravity. And, in the interest of not ruining my own evening, we're assuming that it also has the same density as earth, so the math is straightforward and we can actually answer the question we've set out to answer here. That being said, welcome to Telemachus!

it, uh, doesn't look like much yet, but I promise we will be answering some interesting questions here in the space. well, they're interesting to me, at least. I had fun. And that's what matters!

QUESTION 2: Where is the rubble?

Answer: not in the atmosphere, because the atmosphere would grab the rubble with its grubby little fingers and drag it planetside. The rubble layer must be sitting in the thermosphere, which is where the International Space Station lives. In the thermosphere, there's insufficient atmospheric pressure for anyone to hear you scream, and that is good enough for rubble to continue orbiting the planet indefinitely!

So, where is the thermosphere?

UHHHHHHHH

Okay so, good news. We already know where this is on earth. It's 85km above the surface. And looking through the variables, the only things that aren't constants for our purposes are local gravity (locked and loaded, baby), change in height (that's what we're looking for), and... uh......

Great news! Everything is a constant except for the two things we already have, everybody can breathe super normal air with a molar mass of 0.0289644 kg/mol and super normal barometric pressure on the surface just like on Earth, isn't terraforming fun? And that means we can play my favorite math trick, which is where we throw all of our constants out the window and just form a relational equation with our variables and with g0*dH0=g1*dH1 we are off to the races! Turns out, atmospheric physics is super easy when you just use the earth baseline and scale it by local gravity.

QUESTION 3: How thick is the rubble?

*cracks knuckles*

In S02E03 Deep Breath, the gang traverses the rubble layer surrounding Telemachus in order to evade a government checkpoint where their identity cards will surely fail them. The audio cue for the first flecks of rubble hitting the shields starts at 18:00; the audio cue for the Iris II hitting the atmosphere is at 20:30, which means that if we knew the Iris II's velocity, we would know the rubble thickness. Such a shame there's no way to know how fast they were moving...

Well, except that the landing sequence directly follows (it takes 50 seconds to reach the ground), and there is a limit to how quickly Krejjh is able to decelerate (a sustained 4-5 gs will knock a layperson unconscious, and Violet and Brian both stay conscious to our knowledge) (actually I suspect Brian passed out) (this is besides the point), and we just calculated exactly how far they traveled to reach the ground...

Oh, yeah, baby. It's all coming together.

It is at this juncture that I should mention that in this calculation, I am completely ignoring any movement that is not normal to the planet's surface, which is to say, straight up and down. I do not care if Krejjh is flying in a beautiful arcing spiral, if they are drawing a middle finger in midair, or if they plummet like a bird falling from the sky. This is a wonderful feature of vector math which I love. I only care about the thickness of the rubble layer, and the only acceleration that is important is the vertical component (a human can withstand like, 20-30 gs to the chest if they wear their seatbelt). Therefore, the other velocity components do not matter.

So, the Iris II entered the atmosphere at a speed of...

a flaming 1,100-1,300 mph, assuming that Krejjh decelerated at a moderate 3gs! Assuming that this is the maximum speed they achieve, I went ahead and halved this for their average speed through the debris field, which gives us a field over a hundred kilometers thick! Hell ye- wait, is that ten quintillion cubic meters of rubble layer???

QUESTION 4: How dense is dense?

I'm not going to lie to you, friends. This is where this gets ugly. We're going to do statistics. It will be okay.

How much of that volume is empty air?

The field of war rubble is described to us as dense. But that is not what makes it near-impregnable. If there is the physical space to pick your way through a static field of rubble, anybody could do that. What is dangerous, is that the rubble is orbiting, wrapped and writhing around the choking planet in a deadly Gordian knot. (I fucking love the Telemachus war rubble. Have I said how much I love the Telemachus war rubble?)

Now, if we pay close attention to the audio of Krejjh piloting through the rubble, we can hear large chunks of rubble zip past with a signature pitch-shift. This is the doppler effect causing sound (which doesn't travel in a vacuum but I'll forgive that) to be higher pitched as the rubble moves towards us and lower pitched as it moves away. Using these pitches, we can estimate the speed of the rubble--

yeah, okay, or we can just use the super simple stable orbital velocity equation that we already have all of the numbers for. if we were feeling lame.

So, imagine you're crossing the street at a brisk jog and a car is approaching at like 40mph from around a blind corner and also the street is hundreds of lanes with hundreds of cars whipping around a blind corner and also you are a ship that is parked across like ten lanes at a time. But hey, you can do a cool kick flip. So there's that, at least.

How many cars actually need to be on the road before it's "too dense" to traverse?

Luckily, there is a highly accurate, well-tested simulation we can consult.

The entire rubble field can be conceptualized as a series of orbital "lanes", containing a certain spacing of pieces of rubble, which cumulatively defines the density of the entire field. There exists a spacing by which it is possible, but difficult to get through. For example, in the image above, if there are 3 car tiles per 14 tile lane, the density of the entire street is 21%.

This spacing determines the frequency at which rubble crosses in front of the ship, on average. So, we're going to have to do some statistics. If you know how to do statistics, feel free to come at me, because I am pretty sure I did this stupid.

Alright, here's the game plan: we are going to define a space in front of the Iris II, designated as the Reaction Space, and we are going to designate a desired frequency of Reaction Events in that space. This is super arbitrary and has a huge impact on the final number! No pressure. So, let's give Krejjh one and a half seconds to react to the debris in front of the ship. If you've ever had a dog run in front of your car, this is scary as shit -- but hey, nobody said crossing the Telemachian rubble field was easy, and the ship did get hit a couple of times. Knowing the speed of the Iris, this gives us a physical distance in front of the ship which rubble may cross. Multiply that by the height of the ship- let's say 10 meters, there don't seem to be multiple floors- and we have bounded a certain number of orbital lanes through which the Iris is imminently about to cross. We'll call the average piece of rubble 5 by 5 meters, and therefore an orbital lane is about 25 square meters of space.

Each orbital lane represents an opportunity for a Reaction Event, which is to say one or more pieces of rubble entering the flight path of the Iris II, forcing Krejjh to maneuver to an open space (see Frogger above). Because statistics is an exercise in twisting your brain in circles like squeezing a wet wash cloth, in order to define how frequently Reaction Events occur, we must instead define how often they do not occur. The Reaction Space must be empty a certain amount of the time, or else there is literally nowhere to maneuver to- the space is literally impermeable. So, consulting the more difficult levels of Frogger, we are going to say the Reaction Space is empty 50% of the time. This means that every 1.5 seconds, there is a 50% chance that Krejjh has to pull some pants-shitting evasive maneuvers. This strikes me as acceptably challenging.

Now, each orbital lane does not have a 50% chance of spitting out a piece of rubble; rather, each lane has a very small chance of spitting out a piece of rubble and cumulatively, across hundreds of lanes, there is a 50% chance of one or more of them spitting out a piece of rubble within the selected timeframe. 50% = x raised to the number of orbital lanes, so a little bit of exponent math and we find that each lane has a 99.9% chance of being empty during a given second and a half.

Given a probability for an event over a certain time period, we are now able to calculate the return period of a given piece of rubble, which is to say, the average amount of time between events. Return periods are typically used to measure the probability of 100-year storms on a given year. Fun fact: There is a 37% chance that no 100-year storms will occur during a 100-year period, but there is also a 26% chance that there are 2 or more 100-year storms that occur over a 100-year period. Isn't statistics fun?

Using the average timing between pieces of rubble, we can determine the average spacing between pieces of rubble and therefore determine the density of the rubble field.

QUESTION 5: How many ships is that?

Alright, then. Here's the million dollar question: how many ships were destroyed to create the rubble field?

We will base this estimate off of the biggest modern fighter jet I could find with a 2-minute google search (I cannot overstate to you, dear reader, how little I care about fighter jets), so we're basing these ships off of the SU-35. Now, given that I have zero interest in caressing the delicate curvature of the Fighter Jet in the hopes of earning its trust and learning its True Volume, I'm going to estimate it as a cylinder with a diameter equivalent to the SU-35's height and assume the wings probably fit crammed up in the space there somehow. This gives us a volume of 587m^3, which makes the number of ships perpetually encircling Telemachus.......

Now, listen. This is an unrealistic number of ships. I do not believe that 70 billion people were killed in a single battle.

However.

When I set out on this estimate, I was willing to believe that 5 or so billion were. Between casualties on both sides, maybe a space station or two being destroyed, who knows, maybe they had a space trebuchet? This is only an order of magnitude away from a potentially reasonable number.

QUESTION 6: How Far Can I Stretch These Numbers?

Let's massage these numbers a bit and see what we can do.

First, let's round up the ship volume just a bit-- they're in space, maybe the FTL engine needs a bit of extra room. Let's call it 650m^3.

Then, we can start fiddling with the rubble frequency. Let's say the Iris II is 15 meters tall (it is a space yacht. maybe the ceilings are tall?) and then crank the reaction space up to 2 seconds (which means rubble can pass up to 2 seconds away, but it is still able to be anywhere nearer). And let's say the average piece of rubble is 4 meters across, not 5. Turn the the event frequency down to a 40% chance every 3 seconds, we can get this thing down to around 7 billion ships.

So, in conclusion: the Telemachus space debris ring is officially potentially reasonable! 🎉🎉🎉

Always remember, kids: number fudging is a proud, time-honored tradition when I do it, and a disgusting twisting of the nature of truth itself when anyone I don't like does it.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Ride them when they hit

Written for the Get Lucky bonus card of the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Cock Block

Rated: E

Tags: omegaverse; A!Steve; O!Eddie; Established relationship; Mates; Steddie dads; Sexually explicit content; Breeding kink; mpreg (mentioned)

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be

Eddie stirs awake as Steve climbs back into bed, instinctively scooting closer to seek his warmth. The alarm clock on the bedside table tells him that it's just after two in the morning. 

“Lizzie again?” he mutters, burrowing his nose in the crook of Steve’s neck to inhale his pine-and-moss scent. Steve grunts in reply, pulling the blanket over both of them. 

“I don't get how you can just sleep through her crying. Aren't you supposed to have some sort of omegan instinct that wakes you at the first sign of distress?” 

Eddie jawns heartily. 

“Yeah, except she's not in distress, big boy. She just doesn't have any concept of day and night yet. She can't tell if it's sleep time or playtime.” 

Steve huffs, a warm tickle of air against Eddie’s scalp where his nose has burrowed into his hair. 

“I wonder where she gets that from. Last time I checked, it was close to midnight and you were still in the kitchen with that stupid guitar.”

Eddie squawks in mock-indignation. 

“Well, excuse me for feeling inspired.” He knows that Steve isn't really mad. After all, he was the one who suggested he get back into music, the one who pushed him into taking gigs when Eddie was still hesitant. “I haven't had a creative high like this since before Liz was born, and you gotta ride them when they hit.” 

Steve grumbles something into his hair - something that sounds suspiciously like rather have you ride something else. Eddie snorts and kisses his neck, rolling on top of him. 

“Aw. Is someone jealous?” 

“Someone's goddamn tired,” Steve mumbles into the ensuing kiss - a slow, lazy dance of lips and tongues. His hands travel up to cup Eddie’s ass under the covers. “My mate is riding creative highs all night long, and that little bundle of joy of ours can't stay asleep for more than two hours on end.” 

Eddie laughs against his mouth, soft and fond.

“Tired after one kid already?” he hums, rolling his hips and grinning when he feels Steve’s cock stir through both of their pajama pants. “I thought you wanted at least six?” 

Steve swears under his breath. The sharp, earthy spike in his scent is all the warning Eddie gets before the room flips and he finds himself pinned into the mattress, Steve's tongue licking past his lips, Steve’s hand fumbling for the waistband of his boxers. 

“When's your next heat?” he rumbles, nose searching the scent gland at the crook of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the mating bite. The feeling is enough to make Eddie keen, high and needy. “You're due for one soon, right?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, lifting his hips so that Steve can pull the pants over his hips, moaning when his fingers dip into the slick, warm heat between his thighs. He's been getting better and better at telling when his heats are gonna hit, now that the pregnancy hormones are wearing off and he's no longer trying to repress them. “Any day, really.” 

Steve growls against his pulse, cock pressing hard and insistent into the soft flesh of his thighs, scent growing darker, wilder, deeper. His ruts have started coming closer and closer to Eddie’s heats, and it's only a matter of time now until they'll sync. 

“Good,” he rumbles, slipping his fingers deeper and curling them just so, smiling against the mating bite when Eddie gasps. “Gonna fuck you all the way through it. Gonna put my knot in you and keep you there for days. Gonna breed you until you're round and plump with my pups. Gonna-” 

Eddie never finds out what else exactly he's gonna do, because a high-pitched wail picks up from next door, and Steve’s forehead thunks into the pillow next to his head. Eddie suppresses a pitiful little whine as he rolls off him and pulls out his fingers. 

“Looks like your daughter has other plans.” 

Steve huffs. 

“Sure, when it's ass o'clock in the morning, she's my daughter,” he grumbles, but he still flaps the blanket aside and swings his legs over the edge of the mattress. Eddie wraps a hand around his wrist to stop him.

“I can go, if you wanna. You shouldn’t always have to-”

“Nah, I got it.” Steve gently pushes him back into the pillows. “You stay here.” 

He nips at Eddie’s neck as he says it, and Eddie’s content hum turns into a surprised gasp. 

“You're not planning on trying for round two, are you? Not that I wouldn't be very much on board with that, but Lizzie seems to be set on remaining an only child lately, so I don't think our chances are too high.”

“Don’t you worry about that. Robin has been pestering me about wanting to spend more time with her godchild for weeks, so first thing tomorrow, I’m gonna call her and ask her to take her off our hands for a few days,” Steve says. Then, already with one hand on the doorknob, he turns. In the darkness of the bedroom, his eyes glimmer - wild and golden and hungry. “Sleep now while you have the chance. You’ll need the energy once that heat hits, because I meant every word I just said.” 

Eddie lies and stares at the dark ceiling for a long time, listening to his mate coo and laugh at their infant daughter next door and trying to ignore the crippling horniness growing in his belly. 

More Steddie Bingo

[narastories]

on the topic of writing software

I want to ramble at you about some writing software options. 98% of the time I'm perfectly content with LibreOffice Writer (and previously I used Word, back when Microsoft products were less shitty). But every now and then when I have a new project (like now - more on that later) I start looking for something shiny and new to try. And I fell down into another research rabbit hole lol

I usually don't talk a lot about this bc my needs are very simple, and not sure how useful my opinion is to others, but I enjoy the topic. It's an intersection of creative writing and tech nerdiness and I like both of those things. Also what writing software you prefer really depends on the type of writer that you are, and everyone has a slightly different writing process and I find that fascinating.

Now, as I said, I'm coming at it from a slightly tech-nerd angle. I don't care if the installation is clunky, I'm happy to see the words open-source, and the need to create an account will already mildly piss me off (:

Don't worry, I'm not as intense as the guy writing his novel in Vim. Though fucking respect. And I can't say I'm not tempted to try it even with the steep learning curve lmao (Seriously, if you don't know Vim is notorious among software developers.)

Anyway, things I've tried so far:

Manuskript: this was listed as an open-source Scrivener alternative (though I haven't tried Scrivener. so.). I gave it a go when I was writing heart worth the trouble and it was pretty nice. It helped me when I had to move scenes and chapters around. But overall I think it was made with plotters in mind bc it wants you to enter a lot of information upfront. I'm not a planner/architect type of writer so this type of software is a bit overwhelming for me. Still, the fact that it's open source and works on Linux gets kudos from me.

Wavemaker: I recently played around with this, and I actually surprisingly like the features it has. You can put multiple books in a project, which is very nice if you like to work on different things, like fanfic, novels, etc. The mindmap is a feature I liked, though it's a bit clunky bc it collapses the text fields when you exit, and once I added an image field by accident that I could never remove lol I do like a bit of a snowflake method, so that feature is cool, and the cards are pretty straightforward too. Usually, my problem with these apps is that I don't even want to touch half of the features so they are pointless to me, but the features of Wavemaker were kind of nice. It's a web app that you can download and use offline but it's still working from your browser if that makes sense. That was what I didn't really appreciate. Also, it doesn't give you a lot of options to back it up. You either save the wavemaker file, export it into a document (which is fine, but it adds an extra step to the backup process) or you sync with Google Drive *shudders*

Things I want to try out:

Calmly Writer: now this is just purely a text editor that focuses on being very zen, streamlined, distraction-free, etc. It's pretty and it has typewriter sounds. (Yeah, I'm not immune to a pretty UI and harmless fun features alright? I can contain multitudes :P) It has an online version, but you can also download it, and works on Windows, Mac, and Linux. On paper, the desktop app requires a license, but the way they put it is that you can evaluate it for free and the evaluation doesn't have an enforced time limit... So. As good as free. (Though if I really like it, I would totally consider buying a license for 20usd that I can use on 3 computers, that seems fair. I appreciate a license over a subscription model for sure.) Honestly, I think this is the one I'm going to try next bc it just integrates perfectly into my writing process. That being: a multitude of messy, hand-written notes and notebooks + a document editor + backups on hard drive and GitHub (yes, really) ^^"

Shaxpir: This is on the opposite end of the spectrum basically, but out of the "fancy" ones, I kind of like the look of this the most. I like the statistics part in particular. But honestly, I probably won't try it bc it doesn't have a Linux version which would be a pain in the ass for me, and is cloud-based. I kind of don't really trust them, which is my biggest issue with these companies. (Although the creator's heart seems to be in the right place when it comes to AI. Basically, some of their features are based on machine learning and language models. For example, it will recognize passive voice, if it's an adverb with "-ly" or the emotion of a word. Which I think is all cool and fine and shouldn't be lumped in with generative AI. But he also had a website that did this analysis for already published works, and when people pointed out that it was sketchy, he took that down and I can respect that. I'm not sure how much it influenced the actual features of the app, maybe I'll just take a peek out of curiosity. The whole thing does make me have trust issues though lmao) If anyone has experience with it though, I'm interested to hear about it.

Obsidian: not a dedicated writing software, but rather an elaborate note-taking app. I heard good things about it from smart people lol If I really wanted to access my writing on my phone, I would probably use this bc it works on every platform and has end-to-end encrypted sync with version control. I heard you can also integrate it with GitHub which is always music to my ears lol But the setup probably takes a bit of time and I'm not particularly motivated to do that right now.

So yeah, those are the options that appeal to me right now. If anyone used these and has opinions, I'm all ears :D

[helslastangel]

Moon Conjunct Venus + Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry

Based on My Personal Experiences 🔞

This may not resonate for everyone, so if it doesn't hit, please let it miss. There are 18+ topics included this so minors, do not interact. 🔞

Their Moon conjunct your Venus

This aspect is wonderful if you're both feeling each other. They can and will read you like a book without even needing to turn the first page. If you've ever seen or been in one of those couples where the one person knew exactly what the other one wanted or needed, without ever discussing it, even once?

Yeah, those are the vibes here.

You will be loved exactly the way you want to be loved and if things don't work out, there is a good chance the breakup could leave you feeling destroyed for quite some time, even if you were never in a relationship.

This aspect can make it very difficult to be "just friends" if either person wants more from the connection.

But even platonic friends with this synastry aspect can be amazing. These are the kinds of friend that you give the spare keys to, can call at 4 in the morning whether for an emergency or just to sob about something stupid.

They are the ones you who can come over without calling first. In fact, you welcome it and aren't surprised to come home and find them asleep on your couch. Like this is the friend that you're more like family with if you're not in a romantic connection.

If you ever get in a mood and start talking about "everyone this" and "people always/never that," they aren't offended because it doesn't even cross their mind to think they're included in that pile.

There is no guarantee that things will always be perfect or work out with this placement, obviously it depends on factors in the whole chart and other things like time, place, circumstance, and so on.

Of course, anyone who can read you accurately has the ability to use that to manipulate and harm rather than help and support you, but that's a risk of life in general. All I'm saying is: with this aspect, when it's good, it's DAMN GOOD.

To give you an example, I had this synastry with a Scorpio moon several years ago (I'm a Scorpio Venus). We met at an event and hit it off so well that we were talking outside the venue for nearly 4 hours, annoying his friends and mine. Ended up bringing him home with me and I fully expected him to disappear into a cloud of dust the next day, but he didn't.

We didn't end up working out beyond friends with benefits, but he's NEVER been rude or unkind to me once. Extremely patient, always calm no matter what and very sweet to me whenever we run into each other somewhere in the city every couple of years.

The way he handled me emotionally was just beautiful, I can't think of another way to put it. Most of my friends at the time would ignore anything I did creatively - not him, he found one of my books and posted it on his story with a cute caption saying how much he loved intelligence and that he was proud of me. The type to show up in the rain and keep me company when I was sick (back when I lived alone), even though he had class, work and practice all that day. The first time we hooked up, I was getting my laundry together and wondering why he hadn't left yet. He picked up the bags talking about, "Nah I got 'em, lead the way to the laundromat, why would I leave you to do this by yourself."

TMI / TW (mentions of sexual activities, body fluids, menstruation/periods) so again, minors, get out of here and the rest of you proceed with caution or skip to the next paragraph.

He was very much empathetic and also body positive-absolutely nothing seemed to gross him out. I have so many examples, but let's go with something both extreme and spicy. I was bundled up, laying on his shoulder and trying to deal with menstrual cramps while we were watching a show and him going, "Oh you know I read somewhere that orgasms can ease those, may I?" I'm there like, may you what? sure?? I'm curious?? Next thing I know, he's got a towel down, yeets the tampon and dives in head first talking about "a period ain't stop nothing but a sentence." And, well? All I'll say is.. at least ONE man knows where the clit is! ibuprofen, who? where? 😂😈

Obviously that's a bit much if you're a vanilla type (but a Scorpio moon + Scorpio venus? baby we was freaks, what can I say? lmfao) but this is just an example I mention because the important part is not once did he bring up getting off himself. No hinting for a quickie or a BJ like you might expect. I even offered because I was used to guys doing seemingly selfless gestures only to be guilt-tripped shortly after, and he was just like, "Sorry, what? No, you're not feeling well, I wanted you to feel better, plus I don't need to get off all the time, I read it's healthy to ignore the urges sometimes." (Idk if you could tell, but he REALLY likes to read, loll).

That's what I'm talking about with the Moon-Venus conjunction. This kind of synastry will vary in the specific ways it's expressed of course, but all other things being equal, someone with their moon conjunct your venus will intuitively know what you want and need to feel loved, and it works because it blends very well with their own emotional needs. If the moon person tells you they enjoy doing something for you or with you without expecting anything in return, believe it. It sounds like a lie because of the types of people who would lie about that, but with this aspect, chances are they meant that shit.

Not only that, but you'll feel like you've known them for a long time. That's because you'll also understand their emotional expression on an intuitive level. This isn't as one-way as it could sound. Oh, no, not at all. You will feel like you've met before and find yourself making time and space, and finding energy for them even out of thin air. You could live in a tiny studio that you'd never share with anyone and then find yourself cleaning out your closet on a Sunday afternoon to "make a little space" for their extra work uniform or even as tiny as keeping an extra toothbrush, clearing a hook in the bathroom, keeping their favorite snacks in the fridge, stuff like that. You'll generally feel at home with each other and trust can build VERY quickly. Others could even wonder if you're okay, especially if you're normally a paranoid person.

With Scorpio moon guy, he accidentally left his wallet the first time he left my place and I called him when I found it. His response was "Oh I left it at yours? Oh good, that's okay then, I'll come get it at some point this week, let me know what days you'll be home". He knew me for less than 24 hours at the time, lol. 3 months later he had the door code to my place and there were two toothbrushes and two towels instead of one LOL, trust was never an issue and it certainly wasn't the reason we didn't work out either! We basically just couldn't really keep pace with each other because... we had a 6 year age gap. Completely different life stages. I have a feeling if we both were a lot older, it would have worked out. Literally nothing else was wrong with us.

Now, that was with me being the Venus (and Ascendant-see below) person. I'll be honest, as a Capricorn moon, I'm curious about how it would be if I meet a Capricorn venus romantically. I wonder how that would play out all the time, and I think I'll let that remain a mystery until it happens, then I'll hopefully still be blogging then and come back and tell yall about that too. THAT BEING SAID... I do have this aspect (as the moon person this time) with a platonic Capricorn venus friend I had for nearly 13 years. We would literally be in each other's houses (and hair and business lol) all the time. We had yearly festivals we always went to together, talked almost everyday, knew how each other was feeling before the other one would even say anything. Mopped each other up off the floor when going through shit. She punched a guy I was dating who cheated on me, and I introduced her to a mutual friend who I thought she might like to date, and then cussed the hell out of him when he didn't pull his weight like I thought he would. Things like that.

The friendship ended nearly 7 years ago but I miss her every day. I remember what happened, but in hindsight, it seems so foolish now and I miss her every single day. We would have been friends for 20 years by now and I don't have a lot of regrets in life, but that is one of them. She hurt me but I handled it so poorly both before and after she reached out to talk that it just destroyed the entire foundation of our friendship. I haven't even tried to get over it because I don't want to. To me, that would be just disrespectful, I feel like it's something I need to carry with me as a reminder to do better next time. I'm sure you see by now that this is a quite an intense and dynamic placement!

Bonus Observation:

Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry

If someone with their moon conjunct your venus ALSO has their moon trine your ascendant, WHEW that is hot. Not only will the emotional connection be strong, but they will find everything about you on the outside just as enticing as the inside.

They genuinely enjoy the way you express yourself and can have a lot of patience for any shenanigans you might get up to. These people will watch you from across a crowded room all evening and suddenly appear by your side just before you leave to tell you they think you're attractive and want to get to know the rest of you beneath the surface. And it's rarely ever creepy. They'll know just how to approach you. I've had this synastry aspect a few times and it's always been like that. Genuinely charming. Perfect rizz.

This kind of synastry, as I said earlier, will leave you in absolute shambles if things don't work out, especially if you don't encounter this synastry often in your connections. Personally, I'd consider this one of those aspects where one or both of you can feel like the other was a soulmate, or "the one that got away," and end up being celibate or single (if romantic), or becoming asocial (if platonic) for a long time after splitting up. That or cycling through a series of awful relationship and friendship rebounds in an attempt to find them in another person.

Not too much on me for this, but there's a country song by Colt Fold that I'd loved for half a decade now called 4 Lane Gone. I'm sure there are other songs out there that would capture this better, but this is the one that stuck with me.

Something about the way this artist captures the feeling. Wistful, you can tell dude is acting strong, but knows damn well a good thing just got royally fucked up. Maybe I'm just melodramatic (I'm water dominant after all), but have a listen and see if you get what I'm talking about.

Idk. From my experiences with these aspects (been lucky enough to experience it with more than one person), I'd say it gives a pretty good idea of how either side could feel when it ends. Probably more so the Moon person, though, as they're likely to react like this to either a) being the one to end the relationship prematurely and regret it, or b) being blindsided by the Venus/Ascendant person up and leaving, and taking so long to process and recover from the shock, that by the time they chase after them...they're...well...four lanes gone. Lol.

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Been raining for three days

On the fast track to the highway

Trying to save a little time

Lord I never should have tried

Taking this back road shortcut

Now I’m way stuck, so sunk

I’ll never catch her now

So I just put the tailgate down

She’s probably somewhere doing 95

I got nothing but this cooler and time

[Chorus]

I cracked one waiting on a ride

Two or three just to pass the time

While she’s headed to a new town

And I’m too lost to be found

She probably thinks that I don’t care

Stuck in the rut in the middle of nowhere

And just my luck I’ll be here all night long

Man, I’m bummed out back road buzzed

And she’s four lane gone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

[Verse 2]

Every empty beer can makes me

Miss her like hell, man I can kick myself

For the place and the shape I’m in holding me back

Yeah my wheels keep on spinning

And she’s ticked off blacktop fast

[Chorus] x 1

[Bridge]

While I’m stuck here all alone

With a midnight natty light

One more chance I’ve blown

[Chorus] x 1

[Outro]

I’m out here all alone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

She’s four lane, four lane gone

Yeah she’s four lane gone

She’s four lane gone

[jesncin]

Musings on fandom racebends and canon characters of color

It's so fascinating how Tana Moon initially accidentally subverted the "disposable poc love interest" trope. She's propped up to be the endgame love interest that Superboy "earns" by learning to grow up and be responsible. As far as half-assed love triangles go, the one between Superboy, Roxy and Tana heavily favors Superboy being committed to Tana to the point of barely reciprocating Roxy's feelings for him. Yeah of course it's a creepy relationship -but as we've discussed before- the writer doesn't see anything wrong with their age gap. It's a fetishistic, racist and misogynistic fantasy where a teen boy can be cool enough to catch the fancy of a sexy dark skinned woman. At the end of the day, Kesel wanted you to like Tana.

But -because of his own biases- Kesel never fleshes out Tana the way Roxy and Knockout (white women btw) get to be explored. I think Kesel assumed Tana being a sexy lamp was enough to hold the interest of young boys reading. And then when Superboy needed a status quo shift that moved him away from his Hawai'i cast system to that of CADMUS, suddenly Tana just... metatexually fulfilled the disposable brown girl trope. Now Superboy has his eyes on a new quirky blonde white girl at work. Tana comes back to die, so both Superboy and the readership move on.

Looking at the way Tana is treated in fandom; how she's made disposable and barred from transformative re-imagining, how when she is included she's treated as this obstacle to overcome before Kon can enter his real, fulfilling relationships with white partners,,, it's like fandom reinforces the disposable brown girl trope inherit in the bias of canon.

And man, does it gets weird when Kon himself is re-imagined as a person of color. I've talked before about how especially in fandom spaces, it's totally fine to racebend a canonically white character if you see something in that worth exploring. I save my big boy critic pants for canon rather than going after spaces of play. BUT when a character's original solo text is inseparable from racism, I have to wonder what we're saying when we give more humanity to re-imagining a white character (who are often afforded more dimension) as POC over the existing (usually underdeveloped) POC characters.

I've seen this "people care more about racebending white characters than already existing canon poc characters" discourse before and I totally get where it's coming from. Many people are more interested in re-imagining Superman as a man of color instead of getting into a character like Steel or Icon (who have their identity more purposely written into their stories), but that doesn't mean those POC!Superman re-imaginings don't have merit either! But at the same time, a canon character like Kong Kenan fulfills the "Superman legacy character with attitude" role way better than Kon ever did, but he doesn't command the same fandom as a man of color.

I guess what I'm heading towards in this ramble is that I wish there was a balance. If you're compelled into appropriating a canonically white character to be more like you or because there's a story to tell, go for it! But I think it's important to be aware of the ways we reinforce canon's bigotry by only giving our creativity to a certain type of character. Like yes, fandom likes making Kon brown, but do they do anything to dismantle or interrogate the racism inherit in his run? Or have we fed back into the racist misogyny of canon by validating the dynamic still in place? Does Kon now just get to dump and dispose of a woman of color while being brown himself as he does it?

[rxsilabeth--er]

can u write a regulus x male reader about them just being friends (there in the same grade) and up until 6th grade regulus realizes that reader saved him mentally and reader has always been there for him and that reggie is literally in love with him, also regulus and reader kinda have like a Wednesday addams (reggie) and enid sinclair (reader) relationship, thank you ♡

:: You and I, shouldn't feel like a crime..

Now calling....Author: "Hello? Thank you so much for this request, I've been stuck with no idea what to write!! This was so cute and nice to write!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "To Regulus, when the word 'family' comes it's always been Sirius..But Regulus was never Sirius' family and though hard, Regulus unknowingly moved to find a person of his own."

Now calling....Warnings: "Platonic-romantic mix. Sirius being a pick-me dick, sorry.... Thank you! Bye!!"

"Come on! You have to choose one, you can't like all of them!!" you grumble, drinking your lavender-lemonade softly as Regulus sighed, "don't you think this is a completely dim-witted conversation?" Regulus asked, humming softly as he sipped his own drink.

"HEY! Having a favourite ice-cream bean flavour is completely sharp-minded conversations to bee had!" you huffed, gently pushing his shoulder as you popped another one, grumbling, "mint chocolate"

"Of-course you're criticizing mint chocolate. Childish, don't you think?" Regulus grumbled, "well, chocolate is also no festive magical flavour either" you scoffed, looking down at the many chocolate beans he separated from the jar.

"Okay, rude." he scoffed, but smile nonetheless as you went on, "Oh yeah-! Barty recently decided to give creative license of tattooing to Mary from Gryffindor..-" you went on and on.

Sirius grumbled watching you and Regulus sitting by the Black lake. Him and the marauders watching you two from a bit of distance, he's seen you two hang out far often than he should. From sitting behind in classes, giggling over some old word that doesn't exist and sounds weird in the Potions' textbook.

To you comforting him after a Slytherin loss to you both running around Hogsmeade, well..really, it's you dragging Regulus everywhere. Sirius doesn't know what to think, so he keeps quiet, watching you two.

"That Skeeter girl—? From sixth year?" you said, with a cheeky grin on your lips, "—who runs the school paper? She got into trouble nearly with some teacher—" said, trying to untie our shoe,

"—the teacher today. Apparently, been writing about how they've been sleeping with some staff member" you said as Regulus hummed, "makes sense."

You sigh, removing your boots with your socks and rolling your pants a little bit before moving them into the side of the lake, the mud may be annoying, but who care?

You sigh in slight relief and closed your eyes with how the water feels on your bare-feet, Regulus follows suit with no instructions, as he put his feet in the water, they stuttered with how cold it was, as if debating to stay or get out of there. Regulus didn't really like cold water

Opening your eyes, you noticed, gently holding his feet in your warm hands, "—The season's getting colder already.." you hum with a smile, gently placing his feet in the shallow mud-water, folding the cuffs at the bottom of of his pants for him before gently pushing them deeper in the water as Regulus got used to the coldness.

As you leaned back, putting the jar of ice-cream flavours jelly beans asid, Regulus looked at you, face stoic and cold as always..but he didn't feel alone. Regulus sniffled, admiring your face, he gently squeeze the tip of your nose. Not in the way to trouble you, no, but like one would rather to a child to make them giggle.

"You know for a pathetic excuse of a wizard, you're really nice." he said as you opened your eyes, mouth falling open in slight disbelief and faux betrayal,

"oh come on! I am NOT a 'pathetic excuse of a wizard', I'm fine, thank you very much!" you said as Regulus shrugged, sighing as he leaned his head against yours.

Sirius watches, wanting to interfere. Why is Regulus spending time with someone not from his 'pureblood' circles? His pompous brother,always favoured by brothers and always tried to form 'bonds' with him. Why is he going out of his way to befriend you, someone far too nice?

To Sirius, his brother's refusal to run away with him was enough confirmation that Regulus was willingly choosing to follow his parents instead of being kind...

Sirius almost wants to hex his younger brother...How can someone, in his eyes, someone so stoic, cold-hearted and almost selfish have someone still want to be around him??

But he ignores it, in favor of turning around and smiling at his friends. Their advances back to causing mischievous are far more interesting than how his stupid brother and their pink, ditzy barbie of a friend.

Of-course, hogwarts houses kids, all curious and invasive as some first years, your other friend's little siblings how just always liked you. You just never minded the kiddies, they're all cute anyway.

Running up to you, you open your arm to let them tackle you in a tight, sticky-handed hug, as you fall back into Regulus.

Water sprays as your feet pulls out of the lake, but the kids don't mind as Regulus stares, supporting you but feels warm as the kids wave to him too despite his sorta scary face. He waves back, the kids all talking over each other—

"Will you give us Christmas gifts too?", "My sister is bing mean!", "Can I have your older charms books—?" ,"Mcgonagall is scary—! How do you stay in her class?"

Questions over questions, you have no idea why they swarm you. Regulus knows, but stays quiet, as he pushes back your hair, the kids sitting beside. Thee few who tackles you, basically laying over, sticky hands holding onto robes, though they're warm and smell of home to you.

"Alright, alright-" you huff, trying to stop their never-ending questions as Regulus pulls one of the kid ovr on his side, but despite you trying to stop them, they don't so Regulus speaks—

"Enough."

He said firmly as all the kids shut up, covering their mouth as if a mother yelled at them while they try not to giggle

"Alright, questions and questions. Do you ever need to breathe?" you asked with a exasperated chuckle as the kids grin, shaking their heads. Though most are first years and should be eleven, you've heard some first years could be as young as 8-9 year olds.

You keep things silent, keeping them entertained, with kids beside you and Regulus who also speak up at times without realizing Sirius's ears overhearing all.

That is, until one of the kids speak up. You and Regulus pause and Sirius freezes. Regulus is sent back to last year, his previous year when some kid had asked to borrow his old books he wouldn't need anymore.

Regulus sat near the lake, explaining things to the first year who nodded on what to do during potions, holding Regulus's old books he decided to give away to the kid. Nodding, the kid figured it wouldn't hurt to ask—

"Hey Reggie? How's your family? doing?"

"Hey, Mister Black? How is your family doing?"

Regulus paused, looking up..his hand immediately going to his nape, fiddling with his own hair for some sort of comfort for an answer, his eyes moving to Sirius right besides James, "...Sirius is fine" he said softly, trying not to sound bitter.

Regulus looked up, sighing as he rolled his eyes, "this dim-witted Fyodor philosopher sitting right beside me, so ask them." he scoffed, but a boyish grin on his lips nonetheless. The kids giggle cheekily between themselves as Regulus gently hits the back of your head as you grumble,

"cut it out—!"

you said as he rolled his eyes, but smile and fixing your hair, digging his finger in the hair on the back of your hair, even if h couldn't, he would do it all the time.

He wants to cry, go drown himself, purposefully make mistakes so his so called 'mother' can crucio him so he can at-least have a reason to cry and be mad and bitter..

Regulus almost smiled, leaning close, snuggling his cheek against yours as you hummed, your arm over his shoulder, gently tugging at his ear or a strand of his hair to trouble him, but really you only endear him. Regulus smiled, sun hitting his face. He is happy now.

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