#it's too much!! half of them aren't even necessary and you can tell!!

[axperjan]

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[trustmypoison]

To You

The three times that you thank Seungkwan for nagging, and the one where he finally accepts it.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of not taking care of yourself

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this and this reaction.

One

The coffee is almost in your hand before Seungkwan pulls it back, clicking his tongue. “Nevermind.” 

You gasp, outraged. “But you got it for me, didn’t you? You don’t even like the sweet stuff in it.”

Your best friend gives you a deadpanned look. “Y/N, I can see the two other cups in your trash can right there. That’s too much coffee.”

“Those are from yesterday,” you excuse, but Seungkwan is tsking again, holding the coffee high out of your reach. 

“They aren’t. Custodians empty it every night without fail. Why bother lying to me? I see right through you.”

You scoff. “Fine, it’s all from today, but it’s totally necessary! I was up late last night working on this report and my stack just keeps getting bigger every hour I’m here!” You gesture wildly to the growing, haphazard stack of papers in your incoming basket. You could really use the coffee and was even banking on Seungkwan stopping by since it’s his day off. 

“Y/N, that’s way too much caffiene. I really can’t let you drink this.” You give him your best pout, big eyes and all, and he huffs. “Fine. If your heart beats out of your chest, it’s not my fault.” The cup is lowered and you snatch it with a triumphant laugh. 

“Thank you!” The first sip makes you sigh in relief that maybe you’ll get through the rest of the day. “Can you stick around? It’s just me and these reports today.” Your supervisor is rarely ever in and only cares that the reports he needs are in his inbox when he needs them. Seungkwan’s presence has never kept you from making that happen.

Seungkwan shrugs, plopping into the seat across from you at your desk. “Sure. Since you can’t be without my company.” 

You scoff, mostly at the little mischevious twinkle in his eye. “You’re right. I could never.”

Two

You practically fall into the chair at the restaurant. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Don’t hate me.”

Seungkwan glances up from his phone. “I’m trying. What kept you so long?” 

“Accident on the way here. The detour sent me half way across the city, it felt like. I cannot wait to get dumplings,” you sigh, not even bothering to pick up the menu. You both frequent this place so often that you aren't even sure why the waiter still gives you one when he seats you at your usual table. 

“Too late, I already ordered stirfry. You need some vegetables in your life,” Seungkwan says bluntly. He raises an eyebrow at you when you huff.

“Seungkwan, you know I love the dumplings here.”

He hums, nodding. “Tell me what you had to eat today.” Your silence is answer enough. You often forget to eat on busy days, and today certainly classifies as that. “That’s what I thought. Stirfry first. If you’re still hungry after, we’ll get some dumplings.”

This feels like a non-negotiable and it’s his turn to pay, so you relent. “Fine, have it your way.”

“It’s what I prefer.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Now do you want to hear about the new comeback we’re planning?”

You totally forget about the dumplings, leaning in to whisper yell, “yes!” He tells you about the concept and the complicated choreography they’re working on. You’re so distracted that you don’t even realize the waiter leaves a to-go box on the table when he brings the check. On the way out of the restauraunt, you ask, “Did you get dessert?”

Seungkwan shoves the box into your hands. “No, they’re your dumplings, dumbass.”

You stammer. “When did you even order them? We were talking the whole time.”

“I ordered them before you got there and asked them to be boxed up to go. Do I know you or what?”

You pout up at him. “Thank you, Seungkwan. That was really thoughtful of you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Please eat healthier. You’ll feel better if you do.” You hum in aggreeance, walking with a pep in your step to the car. He shoves you towards the passenger side, taking your keys when you pull them out of your bag. “Go on. I know you want to eat them now. I’ll drive.”

“Thank you!” You let out a little squeal, falling into the passenger seat of your car. You hear him grumble an ‘uh huh’ as he starts the car.

Three

The interrogation starts as soon as you slide into the passenger seat. Your hair and clothes are wet and so is your face. You hope it looks like rain, but you are sure it doesn’t with how wild Seungkwan’s eyes are. 

“What happened?” 

“I’m sorry for calling. Were you busy?” You busy yourself with buckling the seat belt. 

“It wouldn’t matter if I was. I’m more worried about why you called,” Seungkwan says firmly. “I thought you were supposed to have a date tonight.”

“I did,” you sniffle, kicking up the heat and readjusting the vents to point to you. Seungkwan blindly presses the button for the seat warmer too. 

“Then why the hell does it look like you’ve been waiting in the rain? Why didn’t he drive you home?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it right now, Kwanie. Can we go?” You’re begging. Relief floods you when he bites the inside of his cheek, turning to put the car in drive. 

“Home. Shower. Movie. Then I need you to tell me just how much I should ruin his life.” There’s little room for debate, so you go straight to the shower when you both arrive at your apartment. 

When you come out, Seungkwan is standing at the stove with his back to you. “Ramen?” You ask. 

He looks over his shoulder at you and curses. “Y/N, why didn’t you dry your hair? You’re going to get sick.” 

“Too tired. Can I have an extra egg in mine?” 

Seungkwan is still huffing about your wet hair. “Already in the pot. I’ll dry your hair after you eat.”

Nearly an hour later, Seungkwan shuts off the hair dryer behind you, doing one final brush of your hair. He’s taken his time, making sure it’s completely dry. “Thanks, Seungkwan,” you say sleepily.

You can’t see him, but you know he’s shaking his head. “Stop it. Come on, let’s put on a movie.” You pass out with your head in his lap within the first twenty minutes of whatever comedy he puts on. 

Four

Seungkwan’s cursing again. He tosses the thermometer onto your bedside table and it clatters loudly. “I warned you about the wet hair. How long were you waiting outside the other day exactly?”

“Not long.” It comes out choked with a cough. You know Seungkwan knows it’s a lie based on how hard he rolls his eyes. He’s been doing that a lot since he arrived a couple hours ago. 

“Sit up,” he all but demands. “Your soup should be cool enough to eat now.” You’re weak as you prop yourself up against your headboard, taking the bowl from him. You hum after the first bite, complimenting his cooking. He shrugs, crossing his arms. When you set the empty bowl on the bedside table, he finally asks, “Better?” His tone has lost a bit of its edge.

“Yeah, my throat feels a little better. Thank you.” It’s not convincing because the soup has broken up all of the mucus and your cough is worse now. He huffs and hands you a tissue. 

“You’re a mess. Go to sleep,” he stands, grabbing the bowl from your night stand. 

“Are you leaving?” You can feel your eyes water pitifully. 

“I’m just going to the living room to watch TV. You need uninterrupted sleep,” he insists. 

“Will you stay, please?”

He looks at you for a few beats before sighing. “Let me go wash your dish first. I’ll be back.” As promised, he comes back a couple minutes later, climbing into bed next to you. You curl into his side and he only grumbles a little, threatening that you better not get him sick. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“Stop it,” he mumbles. 

“No, really! You might nag, but you always take care of me. I don’t deserve it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Seungkwan scoffs. “I’d do this for the rest of my life if you’d just let me.”

“Of course, I would. What are best friends for? I’d do the same for you,” You say simply. 

“It’s more than that.” You hum questioningly for him to continue and it takes him a minute. “If that’s all you want it to be, that’s okay. I’ll still bring you coffee and buy you dumplings and pick you up from a bad date and take care of you when you’re sick. But I wish I could do all of that as more than your friend… Maybe minus the bad date, because I’d prefer it to be with me… and not bad.”

You can tell he’s getting nervous, but you’re rethinking the context of everything he’s ever done for you. All the times he’s brought you things like he’s read your mind from across the city. All those times he’s picked up the phone and gotten in the car to come help you with something. Times like now, when he nags and makes you soup and gives you medicine to get you to feel better. It’s always been with so much love, despite the eye rolls and refusal to accept a simple ‘thank you’, but now you’re realizing you’ve misinterpreted some things. 

Finally, you clear your dry throat. “It could never be bad with you, Seungkwan. I’ve always kind of thought you were my soulmate in that way. It’s nice to know the feeling is mutual.”

“How about dinner in a few days?” You nod into his chest. “Great. Now go to sleep.”

You chuckle. “Nag."

[soupbabe]

Can I get some head canons of The Sinclair Brothers, Bubba Saywer, Martin Mathias and RZ Myers with a reader who sits in the weirdest position casually. Like reader is just sitting in an arm chair with one leg hanging off the side of it and the other on the cushion or something?

Slashers With A Reader Who Won't Sit Normally

Featuring: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Martin Mathias, and RZ! Michael Myers

I NEVER GET TO WRITE FOR MARTIN THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING MY BOY <3

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood

Lester Sinclair

- He formed a habit of sitting in less conveniental ways because of you

- Throughout his time knowing you, he's seen how content you are even if half of your body is off of the chair

- It made him curious

- All it took was one joke and now he can't help but lay his head on your lap as he practically take up the rest of the couch

- It kinda forced you to start sitting up right

Bo Sinclair

- Oh he's very confused to why you don't just sit normally

- It's a small pet peeve of his, but I think you get some leeway because he likes you more

- "Stop putting your feet up there, gonna ruin the damn couch if you keep doing that."

- Though I think he lets you rest your head or legs onto him

- Sometimes when he's resting, he'll mindlessly grab your legs or drum on them

Vincent Sinclair

- He also sits weirdly, but it's all very crouched

- Vincent has a tendency to make himself the smallest in the room

- So if his knees aren't up to his chest, then he'll spend as much time as he needs to to make sure that's possible

- He has a mentality of "if you don't question me then I won't question you" when it comes to how you sit

- Though he does have a slight pet peeve of how much space you take up, but it's nothing that'd affect how he thinks of you

Martin Mathias

- I think Martin has a weird attitude about it: he has no issues when you do it, but he gets embarrassed when he does it

- Similarly to Vincent, Martin likes to crouch and make himself small as possible, but he was never allowed to as a kid

- Seeing you do it and encouraging him to sit however he'd like, gets him excited but he's always hesitant to do it

- It's like a secret when he expresses himself with you, he almost begs you to not tell anyone of what he's like when he's alone with you

- But he'll admit, it's refreshing being around someone who understands him and lets him have his fun

RZ! Michael Myers

- He's the only other one that sits relatively normal (though he always spreads his legs way more than necessary-)

- And he doesn't care about how you sit, if you take up room, he's just going to make room

- Absolutely no issues to lifting up half of your body so he can sit next to you, completely ignoring your objections and confusion

- I also just think that he has so spatial awareness

- Like there's too many times to count where he bumped into your leg that was dangling off of a chair

[lovelybee666]

Hi dear! I read all your works of Poppy Playtime! And i loved your headcanon of yandere Catnap, may i request the same but with DogDay (separate) and Bubba?

Author's notes: I'm surprised people liked my little Catnap yandere story honestly, by the way I already made a Dogday yandere hcs so here is only Bubba Bubbaphant

YANDERE!BUBBA BUBAPHANT X READER HCS

BUBBA BUBAPHANT

• Repeat with me 👏You👏 don't👏want👏him👏as👏a👏yan👏de👏re👏

• Ok now seriously, This elephant can, wants and will manipulate you on certain occasions

• If you are not as intelligent or smarter than him (which I highly doubt, he is the smartest for a reason) he will convince you to live with him or will he tell you what is good and what is not for you (remember Rapunzel's mother? Well, imagine her but with Bubba)

• It bothers him to see you with other people other than him, he won't kill people (unless he is very VERY upset) but he threatens to kill them or take you somewhere else saying something like :

“hey y/n, do you want to go eat some fruit salad I made?”

• Don't even think about saying no unless you want to be left without a friend or limb.

• He doesn't understand why sometimes you get angry with him, he only takes care of you and loves you, aren't you that intelligent and that's why you don't love him as much as he loves you?

• He has "simple" rules.

1. Don't ignore him for more than half an hour.

2. Don't spend too much time with other people.

3. Don't ask for help

4. Don't try to escape

• If you break a rule he will punish you depending on which rule you broke.

• If it was the 1st or 2nd rule, he will lock you in his hut for between one day and two weeks depending on how long you ignored him.

• If you break the 3rd rule, He makes sure NO ONE believes you from the members of the Smiling Critters to the workers.

• for the 4th rule, If necessary he will break a limb (probably a leg that the workers will put you back when they find you) or start to be more controlling with you.

I'm thinking about making hcs yandere for the other Smiling Critters! I have lots of ideas for each of them especially Craftycorn, Pickypiggy and Bobby Bearhug :3 I feel like it's a little ooc

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Oh~~ The Spaces Between Us~~

I had many thoughts watching ep.11 and absorbing how great it fucking was but one scene caught my attention.

This one right here:

I've noticed @almayver talking about the one between Tattoo and Jack but not the other one, the one between Save and Hope. I wanna address both.

1) The Space Between Tattoo and Jack

I think it's easier to notice in other shots but I like that it's subtle. Nothing draws attention to that space. It's easy to miss it. Or rather, miss its significance.

But when you see it through the shot I picked you can tell it's important.

See: everyone is right next to their love interest.

Hope is next to Save. Arun is next to Tattoo (they aren't a couple as far as we know but the romantic tension is kinda undeniable, we're all aware).

Hoi and Jack are the odd ones out. And it's important that they're paired together because they mirror each other.

Hoi's presumed love interest is Nang (even if I don't think they'll explore it much more than that one joke they made). He can't be next to her because she's not there. Alternatively, if you disagree with this, he just doesn't have one.

But that's okay. Hoi's at one of the ends of the half circle. Meaning, whoever isn't there is not missing. That person is just either out of frame (a.k.a not part of this scene) or not necessary for Hoi.

Jack on the other hand, has an empty space next to him. There should be someone there. But there isn't. There's a vacancy, someone's missing. Joke's missing.

And the themes of this group conversation circle a lot around that.

Hoi mentions how he misses Joke. Tattoo says they can't steal the ring back without Joke.

Jack and his pride never say the words but the scene shows it clear as water: Jack misses Joke too.

Of course, that's nothing we didn't already know, but I enjoy good framing and good spacial storytelling. I think we all do.

2) The Space Between Hope and Save

Fear not, HopeSave enthusiasts, I don't think this is about their relationship, they're far too crazy about each other to break up, you can calm down.

I do however think this is about Hope specifically. Why? Because no one fucking likes Hope.

Hope beat them mercilessly and with a smile on his face and, sure, he's right when he says they were all forced to do terrible things by Boss but Jack's the living proof there are choices no matter what. And you can be a better person even when you're forced to be terrible.

So this space? This space is the devide.

Notice, first of all, how the shape of the brick walls seems to create a wall of its own between Save and Hope. It's a clear devide between Hope and the rest of them.

Then, notice how everyone, even Jack and Tattoo who have Joke's empty space between them, seem, from the angle of that shot (which is the introductory one for this scene), to be touching.

They're all connected with each other, they're all a group.

Only Hope isn't touching anyone, only he doesn't belong there, never did. Which is ironic if you think he's always been from around there and Arun hasn't but, because of the choices they made, Arun fits in and Hope doesn't.

And the cherry on top? Hope is also at the end of the circle. And it's not because there's someone out of frame that just isn't there but rather because there isn't.

The only thing by his other side is his own shadow, which, by the way he seems to be the only one to have.

So it's safe to say: Hope doesn't have anyone else. Only Save.

Hope can talk all he wants about how they grew up with him saving Save from fights, but the truth is that, in reality, it's Save who's always saved him. Save is Hope's lifeline.

I guess that was all.

Cheers! <3

[cynicalclairvoyantcadaver]

Solangelo first meet rewrite-making it better

So, I've been thinking, and I really think that Will should've strongly and firmly advised Nico, but never ordered him. And in case you're wondering what I mean, just read this-

Will blew out a breath. 'Nico.......listen, can I tell you something?'

Nico frowned at the healer. 'What?'

'I'm a healer. And when I touched your hand........well, I've never felt so much darkness.'

Nico raised his eyebrows. 'And?'

'And, simply put, in my medical opinion-' here Will held up his hands, palms facing Nico, '-you're in no shape to shadow travel anywhere, much less that tent. One more shadow slip and you'd never come back. I strongly advise you not to shadow travel anymore as an experienced healer and probably the best camp medic.'

'But the camp is about to be destroyed. My powers are necessary to defeat the Romans!'

'We can stop the Romans without your powers. I'm pretty sure of it. We can do it our way-Lou Ellen can control the Mist. We'll sneak around, do as much damage as we can to those onagers. I very, very strongly advise you not to travel shadow again in the next few hours. Literally.'

Nico snarled. 'Are you ordering me not to use my powers?'

Will Solace glared daggers at him.

'Nico di Angelo. Don't ever say that to me.'

His tone make Nico stop and stare.

'I'm a healer. I'm a combat medic. And I give great medical advice. But one thing that I'm never supposed to do is order someone not to do something. Patient consent is always necessary, and doctors aren't allowed to do something that the patient doesn't want even if they're at the risk of dying. So I can give you very strong advice that I think you should follow, but one thing I'll never do is demand that you follow orders. I don't even know the extent of your powers, but right now I'm pretty sure you couldn't summon a wishbone without melting into a puddle of darkness, but if you think that your powers will help us? By all means go ahead. Please, just remember.........keep yourself safe out there. And you're not the only fighter in Camp Half Blood. There are more experienced fighters and magic users than you are, and we're all working overtime to defeat the Romans. You're not the only one fighting this battle.'

Nico stared at Will Solace. He'd never imagined that Will could be like this-sure, he had seen him in action, the best combat medic in Manhattan, but he'd never thought that he could be so firm or even say something that was actually true.

Nico wasn't the only one fighting this battle. There were Hecate kids, and even Clovis could make people fall asleep in battle, which was more dangerous than it sounded. There were so many magicians and fighters both on the frontlines and back in the camp, and all of them were doing their part too.............

@rosabell14

@percabeth4life

@lady-menrva

[rita-repulsa-ke]

the veil

Agatha tries a spell. Rio watches. Rio-perspective, romantic in a very them way.

Slightly benefits from reading scars but not necessary.

As always, Agatha speaks anachronistically on purpose.

In 1784, Agatha tries to pierce the veil between life and death.

"Don't," Rio told her, settled against the wall, watching her lover place the skulls, light the candles and paint sigils in blood. "The veil is sacred. Leave the dead their peace, Agatha."

"Tell that to every psychic and medium and spirit-speaker. There's a whole cottage industry around speaking to the dead."

"Most of them are frauds. The ones that aren't don't last long." Rio spun her knife in her hand, pleasant memories springing to mind.

That earned her a glance, a quick peek over the shoulder as Agatha tried to guess whether she was telling the truth. "…Give me a hint" she said, demanding as always.

Rio strolled over, saw and hated the way Agatha's shoulders tensed as she approached, the way she reacted to Rio like a threat.

Rio was a threat, of course, she was in fact the threat, the end that awaited everything. But Agatha, madwoman that she was, hadn't been afraid of her before. She missed that.

Rio stopped a few feet away, dropped into a crouch. "What do I get?"

"Same thing as always. My undying hatred."

Actually, maybe it would have been nice if Agatha had been slightly more afraid of her. "You want a hint? Those who pierce the veil are no longer subject to the rules governing Death.” She slapped her own chest meaningfully.

Agatha finally twisted fully around to look at her. "…You mean."

Rio's smile was a crescent, a gash, a bloody wound. A promise. “If you cast this spell, I can take you here and now."

"…Will you?"

Rio rolled her shoulders, gripped the knife tighter. Met her beloved's eyes. "I miss you," she said with complete honesty. "All the time."

Agatha sat with that for a moment, then shrugged, got gracefully to her feet and stepped into the circle.

Rio's eyes narrowed.

Here we go again.

"Witness me," Agatha told Death, spreading her hands wide.

As if she could look away. She leaned back on her hands, looked up at the witch she loved, the person she had given every allowance she could, who returned her love and her favor with only scathing contempt.

Love you anyway, baby.

"I call upon the powers of Heaven and Hell, Light and Dark, the Red, the Grey, the Green and the Black. I call up on the Goddess, Mother, Maiden and Crone." Aagtha half-sung the words, her voice strong, compelling, demanding, shaping the universe to her will with spell and song and stubborn certainty combined.

I wonder if even she knows how powerful she is. A once-in-a-generation witch.

"Open the veil," Agatha chanted, and Rio sighed loudly, pointedly, and was ignored. "Tear that which separates life and death, bring his voice to me, let the dead speak. Let the dead speak! Let me see my son!"

The power gathered and gathered, the beat of an invisible heart, faster and faster.

Rio's eyes went past Agatha for a brief moment and she shook her head ever-so-slightly, her fingers on the ground flicking in the slightest motion.

Shoo.

The heartbeat of power in the room was speeding up, would have been deemed concerning by any doctor, too fast, too powerful, too much magic channeled with nowhere to go.

"Ags, it's getting away from you," Rio murmured.

"It will work!" Agatha snarled and there was something so familiar in this exchange, something from a better time, Agatha stubborn, stretching even her powers to their limit, unable to believe she was incapable of anything. "It has to work!"

Rio came to her feet, starting to feel the pounding of the magic in her own veins. "Agatha, sweetheart, let it go," she coaxed. She could see the way Agatha was starting to shake. She was the eye of this particular storm, all of that magic channeled through her. If she didn't release it soon, it would tear her apart.

Agatha's attention snapped to her. Rio saw her remember a similar exchange, that same better time, now ruined by everything between them and with a snarl of frustration, she lost control, her will reshaping the magic to a different form, a thousand crimson blades suddenly flying toward Rio.

As before, the storm of magic tore into her, sliced her apart.

The last time this had happened, she had woken to Agatha's concern, as scared as Rio had ever seen her. Now, when she came back to herself, it was with Agatha above her, but there was no concern in her eyes, only raw, unbridled fury. "Why didn't it work?" she demanded.

Rio stretched, dying always made her feel the need, then sat slowly up. "You can't really expect that I’m going to answer that."

Agatha stared at her for a long moment, then smiled, a soft, sweet smile, as gentle as a lover's touch. She sank down and cupped Rio's cheek, rested her forehead against the other woman's and the unexpected contact after all this time made Rio’s heart speed up. "Please?" There was raw emotion in Agatha's voice and if Rio hadn’t known her as well as she did, she would have assumed she was completely genuine. "I just want to see him, Rio. I want to speak to him. Please, my love, won't you help me?"

Rio laughed with no humor in it, the scrape of a shovel in grave dirt. "What happened to your undying hatred, Ags? Suddenly remembered that I might be useful?"

Agatha froze, then exhaled, pulled back to look at her. "Yes," she admitted. "But you do love me, don't you? So help me anyway.”

She’s so cute when she’s mean.

Rio reached up to cup the other woman's cheek, ran her fingers through her hair, and didn't miss how hard Agatha had to work not to pull away. "You know I love you," she murmured and saw Agatha flinch. "More than anyone or anything else in the world, Agatha Harkness, I adore you. I'm all yours, baby. But this, what you're trying to do here? This is an abomination. If you did pull it off, I would have to take you."

"Isn't that what you want?" Agatha purred. "Don't you miss me?"

Rio leaned closer, nuzzled her hair, felt Agatha shake against her, body taut with the urge to run. "Yes," she admitted. "Is it what you want, Agatha? Are you ready for it? You and me for an eternity?"

Agatha stiffened against her, then scrambled back, rubbing her hands on her skirt as though even mild contact with Rio was disgusting to her.

Not very flattering, but Rio was a big girl. She let it go.

"Fine," Agatha snarled. "But don't think this will stop me."

Rio sighed and came to standing with no attempt to obey human physics, rising in one smooth motion that didn't involve bending her knees at all. "Of course I don't. Nothing ever has."

That earned her a smile that could have awoken the dead, full of avarice, insatiable. "Eyes on me," Agatha said, swirling her cloak around herself. "I'm not done yet."

She swept past Rio, left Death in her wake, and Rio watched her go. "Good," she murmured. "Don't be."

"I wanted to see her," Nicky whispered. "I wanted to talk to her."

She glanced at him, a tentative little ball of soul, pulled out of his rightful place by a witch who had no right to be able to disrupt the veil with a silly little incantation and a few artfully placed skulls.

More powerful than she knows.

But if Agatha knew she had succeeded once, she would never stop. She would tear the veil between life and death, claw back what was hers with no care for the balance, for why such separations existed in the first place. She would break the world, bring about any number of apocalypses to satisfy her own selfish desires.

It made Rio feel a warm glow of affection and pride, a smile dancing across her face.

I could have taken her. I should have. It would have been the right thing to do for the balance.

But she remembered the way Agatha had scrambled back from her, the way she flinched when Rio touched her, the haughty way she'd declared she wasn't done.

Agatha Harkness was not ready for Death.

So she would wait. She could be patient, she had an eternity to look forward to.

"Nope," she told Nicky, gathering him to her, taking the memory of his hand in hers. "You know why you can't, right?"

He might have frowned up at her as she cut through the world, walked both of them into the after. "Is she going to be all right?"

"Of course she will be. She has me.”

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[phereinnike]

OMINIS LORE DROPPED BY DIALOGUE AT THE END OF THE HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS QUEST!

Pardon if the wording isn't exact, as you can see by the screenshot I'm playing in spanish, but here are some dialogue lines Ominis speaks to Natty and you if you stay to listen after finishing the History of Magic class map quest:

Quidditch:

"Next season the Chudley Cannons will be invincible, you'll see!

"My father was a great seeker and he always thought I'd be one too. Thank Merlin they cancelled quidditch."

"I miss attending the matches. Cheering everyone was very fun. And watching Isaac Cooper."

"My friends and I like to spend the evenings watching the sun set from the quidditch pitch. This year it isn't much good for anything else, unfortunately."

"I spent the entire summer practicing a full turn on a broom. What a waste!"

Family:

"This is the first year my sister is in Hogwarts. Whenever she pretends she doesn't see me in the corridors I make her trip with a jinx."

"This is the first year my siblings and I are together at Hogwarts. Our poor mother doesn't know what to do with so much time on her hands, so she knits. She sends us a new sweater each week."

"You try to work with a wand that has been through your three disastrous sisters."

"My father says he used to hide his homework under his bed."

"I used to write to my parents every week. Now I can't recall the last time I sent them an owl, do you think they know i'm still alive?"

"I hadn't met any of my cousins until i came to Hogwarts and saw that we were all in the same house."

"My brother has promised to give me his old broom when he saves up enough to buy himself a new one. I can't wait!"

Studies/teachers:

"If I manage to stop dissappearing my class notes while practicing evanesco I might even pass the Transfigurations O.W.L. this year."

"Professor Weasley is a trully incredible teacher. She never makes us write scrolls longer than necessary."

"Professor Weasley is already preparing me for the Transfigurations N.E.W.T."

"The other day Professor Black looked at me in the Great Hall and I spat my breakfast. I don't know if he might've taken it the wrong way."

"What a relieve that Black's children are too young to attend Hogwarts. I'd hate having my father as headmaster."

"Obviously, Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world. Everyone knows that. Of course, we'll be the best at magic in the world."

"Professor Howin is going to ask us about aquatic animals next week. I can't wait to tell her I saw a kelpie in Ireland this summer."

"I took my copy of 1000 Herbs and Magical Fungy to Herbology and left it in the greenhouse next to the mandrake seedbeds. Sharp was horrified by the fact that i didn't have it in class. He said I needed to sort out my priorities."

"Everyone is afraid of Professor Sharp, but not me. He's a brilliant man. And he has only yelled at me twice this week for setting my cloak on fire."

"I wonder how Sharp injured his leg. Surely, it must've been during his time as an auror."

"You should hear Shah talk about Divination. It's a miracle Onai's ears aren't burning. I'd say stars are more knowledgeable than cards."

"I'm still having a hard time brewing antidotes. I'm surprised to many of them ask for mandrakes. I'll make sure I set my career goals far away from that."

"That reminds me, did miss Scribner say we could take the book out at night or that she'd punish us if we did?"

"I've notices that if I pretend to pay attention in Potions, Sharp lets me be. It works well enough, unless he asks me a question. Then it's not a good plan at all. Actually, I wouldn't recommend it."

"Sharp caught me making faces behind his back. It was horrible... not to speak of all the house points I lost."

"if someone needs help with their studies or homework, I don't mind lending them a hand. Yesterday I wrote half a scroll for Binns during lunch break."

"I have no problem saying I have trouble understanding that Black is married. What kind of witch would give her hand to a man like that? On the other hand, that means there's hope for everyone."

"I need dragon-skin gloves for Herbology. I refuse to touch chinese chomping cabbages with my naked hands."

"Why aren't we allowed to use gillyweed? What's the point of learning Herbology if we can't mess around with gillyweed? If by the end of the trimester I haven't personally met a mermaid I'll be mad."

[unlike others] "I do like Transfigurations. The complex and precisse nature of transfigurations is admirable."

"I met some of my best friends in Flying class. Nothing strenghtes a bond like thinking you're going to die."

"Professor Weasley must be exhausted doing all her work and then Black's. We're lucky to have her."

Slytherin house:

"Someone got home-made chocolate cauldrons and shared them in the common room. But I think they might've confused the sugar with salt. There were half-eaten chocolate cauldrons in the common room for days."

"I don't know why each common room has a secret entrance. Who would want to go to another common room? We got sorted to our houses for a reason."

"Our dorm is atrocious. I wish people cleaned up after themselves once in a while. Last night a bundimun ate my homework. The potions one, too."

"I like to have a wiggenweld potion under my bed. Not to name any names but someone spent a lot of money on Zonko's."

"My side of the dorm is always impeccable, but I can't say the same about my dorm-mates. If I didn't know them I'd say they were raised by trolls."

Others:

"Has there been any news about the Pitt-upon-Ford Dragon? It makes me want to move, to be honest."

"My great-aunt was a Hufflepuf. She says they have the best common room because it's the calmest. Well, compared to the others."

"I wish I had brought a pet owl to school. I mean, I love my toad. More or less. You wouldn't be interested in getting a toad, would you?"

"Do all professors have their own owls? They must sent lots of letters. To the Ministry or something like that."

"So many letters arrive every day and none are for me."

"If i turn my toad into a cup again, I think it might insist I leave it like that."

"I'd like to retire in Hogsmead. Open a bar. Bore Hogwart's students with my childhood stories."

"I'd like to have a shop in Hogsmead one day. Gladrags Wizardwear could use some competition."

"I guess I'm curious about the beautification potion. What? It's not for me, idiot! It's for a friend. Don't say dumb things."

"Has there been any new about the Pitt-upon-Ford Dragon? It makes me want to move, to be honest."

"My great-aunt was a Hufflepuf. She says they have the best common room because it's the calmest. Well, compared to the others."

"Do all professors have their own owls? They must sent lots of letters. To the Ministry or something like that."

"So many letters arrive every day and none are for me."

"If i turn my toad into a cup again, I think it might insist I leave it like that."

"Have you been by the owlery lately? the house elves haven't been cleaning much this week."

"The other day Peeves distracted me and I bumped right into Adelaide Oakes. Both our books went up flying int he air. Peeves loved it."

"I don't like the size of my legs. Well, you were asking the other day, so I'm telling you."

"I had been collecting chizpurfle fangs all trimester when I thought, why not keep some chizpurfles."

"I really pity those who never get owl-post, poor guys. Have you seen their faces in the great hall?"

"I've heard girls talk about african snake skin near the bathroom. Do you think they're brewing pollyjuice? Oh, what if they've already brewed it and Sharp is actually that hufflepuff girl with the long arms?"

"Today I'm going to the green-houses to sow some knotgrass. Did you know it's used for pollyjuice potion? I think it's what creates the connection to the other person."

"There's an ex-auror living near Hogsmead. She wants to live a quiet life after fighting dark wizards."

"Do you know where I can get leaping toadstoll caps?"

"I just don't get it. Opalum. Who would think to put that in a potion?"

"The other day I got stuck in the Great Staircase for an hour waiting for it to change. Sharp wouldn't believe me when I told him that's why I was late."

"Parry Pippin sure did save me with his wiggenweld potion. In my opinion, his shop's better than any of the ones in London."

"Did you buy your bitterroot from Pippin or did you pick it up yourself? I need some desperately."

That's all I got after staying to listen for about an hour <3

[shyhaya]

Hello! Headcanons or scenario about Reader who always sleeps or looks like she wants to sleep??. my seatmate in art class always wakes me up when i fall asleep hahaha. I also have very good grades in arts

bllk Nagi, Karasu and Barou pls?

this is honestly me half of the time ^^

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Be Sleepy Be Happy [Nagi Seishiro, Karasu Tabito & Barou Shoei x GN! Reader / SFW!]

❯── Nagi ──❮

Oh dear, you are the perfect couple.

Well, even if you guys aren't romantic partners, you'll still be good friends.

Don't expect him to try and wake you up for classes though, he'll be asleep too.

He likes you cause you understand what it's like to be sleepy 24/7

You two could be hanging out, talking or playing videogames, and he'll fall asleep on you. Sometimes it's the contrary. And it's not because you get bored or anything.

You just love to sleep.

The only times he sees you completely awake are when you're doing something you love, like painting or drawing, for example.

It's the same for him, but with soccer. You hype each other in your own peculiar way. And most of all, nap together not gonna lie I want that too.

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❯── Karasu ──❮

Tabito finds you adorable.

He doesn't mind that you sleep so much, and is intrigued by this aspect of yours.

Sometimes he'll wake you up for classes. Most of the time he doesn't though.

It's funny to him when a teacher finds you sleeping in class but in his defense when the teacher's scolding you he'll give them an excuse for you. Even if it doesn't work, he tries the funniest part is that they do work.

He likes that you're only awake when you're doing something you enjoy, and understands it in some way.

If you fall asleep on him, he'll let you. However he'll wake you up if it's necessary.

He'll tease you if you go see him at soccer practice and fall asleep.

Calls you "sleepyhead" often.

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❯── Barou ──❮

God, this guy.

At first he'll find you annoying. Why do you sleep so much and after that still look sleepy?

If you're friends or something more, he'll tell you to sleep well in the night so you don't get sleepy during class time he doesn't understand why you're still tired or why you love to sleep so much.

In any class, if you're sleeping he will wake you up.. kinda rudely, to be honest but he means well.

Scolds you everytime he sees you about to fall asleep, and scolds you even worse when he finds out you're only active when you're in your element, participating in a hobbie something else.

To him, if you can be active then, you don't have to and can't be sleeping all the time anywhere else.

Generally will wake you up if you fall asleep on him. There are sometimes very rare where he won't wake you he's soft for you but won't admit it

Will try to push you to be more active or at least to get you to sleep less during classes or the day in general.

thank you for reading! <3

[god-o-bees]

Sacred

Chapter 3

Nikto X OC

NSFW

Honestly this chapter could be read as Nikto X Reader because I barely describe Donut or call him his name or anything. Also while it does call back to the previous chapters, it's not necessary to understand whats happening.

There's not much of a routine to us.

We find each other when we can. And we usually can.

When we eat together, it's quiet. Occasionally, Nikto will take a piece of whatever he's eating and feed it to me- just to share, I think. To be close to me.

"Open your mouth," He commands.

His eyes squint slightly when I do- the only hint of when he's smiling. Nikto always keeps his gaze on my mouth.

I only suggested sparring together once, and he immediately declined, much to my disappointment. He likes to watch me at the firing range more.

His eyes flick back and forth from my hands on the rifle to the target at the end of the lane. He doesn't even blink when I pull the trigger.

At night, we'll sometimes sleep together, with his arm slung over my body. Nikto still doesn't show me his face, only taking the mask off in the dead of night when I'm asleep.

I often catch him mumbling to himself in an annoyed tone. The only thing I can do is rest my head on him and give him company.

"Перестань говорить..."

"Mm?"

Nikto looks over to me, brushing his fingers over my face as an apology for interrupting our evening cuddle session. I won't tell him that's what I call it in my head.

"It's nothing, just the voices. Pay no mind."

I put a hand on his bicep. I must be feeling particularly brave in my half-asleep state because next-

"What are they saying?"

He stares at me. Shit. I must have crossed a boundary. Before I can take my words back, though, he responds.

"They are... trying to tell me what to do."

I move my hand to his masked cheek. If he feels comfortable enough to share, then I'm happy to listen.

"Do you want to tell me?"

"You should just ignore them. They are unimportant."

Unimportant. As if any part of him was unimportant.

"I said I had feelings for all of you, didn't I?"

There's a pause before Nikto speaks again.

"I suppose... I can tell you some of it."

He puts his chin on my shoulder and his arms around my waist.

"It's very... explicit. He wants to touch you, and... taste you. Everywhere."

He lowers his voice to a whisper.

"He wants to be in- to be inside you."

I try to relax in his grip, to show him there's nothing to be worried about. On the inside, I'm screaming.

Sure, I've thought about all the wonderfully erotic things he could do to me, but sex just felt so intense and intimate. A far cry from my usual behavior, when I spend every moment with him walking on eggshells.

"We are not ready for this."

His voice rings in the back of my mind like an alarm bell every time I try to get close.

I don't want him to be scared. I don't want him to be uncomfortable. I'm not sure what I can do when I'm around him. I feel bad for treating him like a wild animal, but I've still been keeping him at arms length this entire time.

"I fear I'm too damaged for that... I don't want you to be disgusted by our body," He says, and I feel my heart break.

Damaged. Disgusted. Does he really think I believe that?

Of course he would. I don't tell him how beautiful he is, I don't tell him how perfect he is- I barely even make small talk. I feel like a horrible boyfriend. I barely feel like a boyfriend at all.

Why does he even like me? What does he see in me?

Why can't I do anything with my fucking face?

"You aren't disgusting."

He has to know.

"You've never disgusted me."

I sit up, placing my hands on either side of his head. He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes.

I bend down to kiss his masked lips gently.

"You're beautiful," I say, and I mean it.

His hands are suddenly gripping my shirt.

"I want to touch you," He says, but his voice is a little different. It's higher.

It's him. The other one.

Occasionally, he'll slip through the barriers of Nikto's mind and voice his thoughts. He asks for something, or suggests something, and then swiftly leaves. It only happens on the field, when Nikto is too focused on the mission to control them properly.

I've asked about him once. Nikto called him an annoying bastard, and even apologized for his behavior.

"Please," He groans. "I cannot wait anymore. I have tried to be good, I have-"

"Yes*."

He pulls me onto him, his hands roaming me desperately, like he wants to touch all of me at once.

He manhandles me down onto the bed and holds me there by the arms, like he's afraid I'll escape.

"I- I have so many things I need to do to you," He gasps. "So many things- I need to show you-"

"Show me. You can do anything you want to me."

His hands slide down from my arms to my sides, and lifts up my shirt. I almost choke on my own spit when his fingers run over one of my nipples.

He's shaking- I can't tell if it's from excitement or fear.

His fingers travel down to the hem of my sweatpants, and swiftly pulls them down to my knees.

I've never felt so vulnerable before. I feel like I'm under a microscope, every part of my body on display for him. All that confidence from earlier is gone in an instant. I can see him hesitate too.

He's looking right at it-

I jolt a little when I feel the tip of his finger stroke from the head of my cock down to the base.

"Is it okay?"

"Yeah," I say breathlessly.

He holds it- holds me- so gently I feel like I could cry. My mind is bouncing from thought to thought, every possibility as wonderful as the last. Every inch of my skin that's exposed is screaming, begging to be touched.

He quickly slides off his own pants, and the image of his cock is quickly burned into the back of my brain. It's in a rough shape, just like the rest of him, and- shit, that looks like it hurt. He's hard, of course, the scarred skin stretching over the shaft like marble. It's thick and dripping from the head tucked behind his foreskin.

He takes his hand off my cock, touching his fingers to my lips.

"Open your mouth," he commands, and I obey. His fingers delve into my mouth, collecting saliva. He gently thrusts them in and out, making my heart flutter as his hand makes love to my mouth.

He pulls them out slowly, and brings his wet fingers down- down to my asshole.

I gasp involuntarily when I realize what he's about to try, quickly cupping a hand to my face.

"Is something wrong?" He looks into my eyes with concern.

"I've never been- touched there. I've never even touched myself there." I admit. I had thought about it, considered it as an option, but it felt like a line I wasn't ready to cross.

Penetration. Inviting him into my body, to let him make a space for himself inside me. His most intimate organ, finding warmth and pleasure in my own internal organs.

I feel like a blushing virgin again. He's going to fuck you. He's going to fuck your ass.

"I will be gentle," he assures me. His fingers are so close. "You'll feel good. I'll make sure if it."

I let go of a breath I don't remember holding.

"Yes. Alright. I'm ready." I'm not ready, but I don't think I'll ever be.

His fingers brush against my hole, gently massaging the tight ring of muscle as I try desperately to relax, even though his touch is like fire.

I let out something between a whine and a moan when a finger slips in and starts working me open. He's inside me, god, he's fingering me, he can feel every twitch and jerk of my body-

"Ah-!" My eyes roll back when he reaches something incredible inside me, my hips stuttering at the friction, the force.

When I focus my gaze back on him, I can see he's clearly affected. He puffs out heavy breaths, his bloodshot eyes dilated and looking between my ass, my face, my chest, every part of me bare and shivering before him. He stretches me wider- fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- I swear drool is running down my chin. It's electrifying, it's torture, it's love, and it's making my dick so, so hard.

I don't know how long I've been drowning in this feeling when something new presses against me. Oh my god it's his cock. I look up at him to see his expression changed from a hypnotized stare to a focused, measured gaze.

"You feel too good," he grunts, his voice back down an octave.

"Andre-" I squeak out before his hands grab my hips and slide me right onto his shaft with a wet slap. The stretch is incredible, as violent and as addictive as the battlefield. In this moment, neither of us has to speak. The only sounds in the room are our breathing, the creaking of the bed, and of flesh on flesh. Those are the only words we need. He starts thrusting slowly after a moment, and that's when I know I can never turn back. I need him like air in my lungs. I need him like blood in my veins.

He's putting himself inside me. He's fucking me and it feels so good, so good that my vision gets blurry, so good I can't tell sweat from tears, so good my voice can only manage a few pornographic moans, so good I feel my muscles tighten as he slows down to an agonizing speed, hitting every angle inside me with purpose and precision.

One of his hands cups my face, his thumb tracing over the scars on my mouth. Suddenly, he covers my eyes.

"H-huh-?" I stammer, the most coherent thing I can muster while his cock still throbs inside me.

I hear something metal click and the movement of fabric before I feel it- cracked, dry lips moving over my scarred ones, pressing loving kisses into my mouth as he starts moving again. Just slow enough so that I can catch my breath, but fast enough to have me shaking and sweating like I'm being exorcized.

"You're- so warm- you make me so weak for you," He moans between kisses. "I am close- please, let us finish inside you."

I nod- yes, yes, I want him inside me, I want his warm seed to fill me up. He rips a loud whine from me when his other hand suddenly starts jerking my cock to the rhythm of his hips.

After a few more pumps, my back arches with pure pleasure as I spill my cum onto his stomach. My body is still seizing from the orgasm when I feel a warmth spread inside me and leak out around Nikto's spent cock. Inside me. He came inside me. His hand just holds my own cock for a moment, feeling it throb against him before he releases it.

I hear the metal snap of his mask getting put back into place. It's almost funny, the way his face is more private then sex. I want to say something, but now isn't the time.

He takes his hand off my eyes and instead brings them both to my thighs, pulling me off of him.

I reach out to touch him, to put my arms over his shoulders- and he lets me. He holds me close, his eyes gently closing as he lays down with me in his grip.

"Just a moment," he whispers. "We will care for you. Just give us a moment here."

I close my eyes, my heart still pounding violently in my chest. I can't identify all the emotions I'm feeling right now, but I can still feel the heat from his body and the sound of his breathing. In my head, I'm smiling- and even though he can't see it, I hope he can feel me right back.

Chapter 1 - Previous Chapter

Masterlist

[betonbennett]

I've seen you talk about your sleep issues and I thought you may be interested in my experience – I've had nightmares for the better half of my life, occurring both due to natural and supernatural reasons.

They are going to last. Possibly forever; I haven't found a way out so far, so I doubt you will either. You better brace yourself for that, though it's not like it will wait for you to get ready.

You should get used to the lack of sleep, eventually. You may try to relieve this by sleeping whenever you can, however, you should be aware that it is never going to be a pleasant experience again. For me, sleeping during the day (whenever I can manage to fall asleep in the first place) usually intensifies the fear and, as a result, the feeling of being drained, but sometimes it is necessary to take that compromise. Sleep will always be a compromise now.

Try not to neglect it, though. While it may be detrimental to your mental condition, your body still does depend on it, which you will find out very quickly if you ever attempt to avoid it for an extended period of time.

There is another issue, although I'm not sure if it will touch you, since for me it started before I even met Jonah. I developed insomnia a long time ago, which haven't passed even after all this time. It... complicates everything, as you can imagine. I sincerely hope this shall not affect you, but I have to warn you that it is a possibility nonetheless.

Do not mull over your dreams. I understand that those nightmares that are more supernaturally inclined tend to stick in the memory vividly, but it will do you no good. They don't have anything new to tell you, there is no hidden meaning or higher purpose to them. It is simply suffering for the sake of suffering. Make yourself some tea, don't think about it and try to fall asleep again.

I apologies for the length of this missive. I haven't really said anything useful or encouraging, but there is nothing of the sort to say, I'm afraid. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.

-J.F.

Jonathan– God, Jonathan I–...you simply will not leave me in peace, will you?

No, you most certainly haven't said anything useful, let alone anything encouraging. But not to worry, I've already given up on anything of that sort coming from you. At least you aren't calling me a monster for this as well– not yet, anyway.

You will laugh at me for this, but I have been trying to avoid sleep. Willingly, at first– now the fear of sleep comes to me almost as naturally as the need for it. I dread leaning my head or my back against furniture or walls, lest I fall asleep for long enough for the dreams to return to me. It's– pathetic, really. Then again, I always have been, have I not?

Even if they are suffering for the sake of suffering, my dreams have plenty of meaning, thank you very much– and I would ask you not to speak of them as though you know anything about them, if you would be so kind. Although they have never told me anything I didn't know, only reminded me of what I refused to acknowledge.

I wish you could hold me. I always slept so well in your arms– But why would you hold someone you despise so? In fact, now that I think about it, I would most certainly not be surprised if you had written to me with the sole purpose of revelling in my suffering. But Thank you for sharing your experiences with me, Jonathan, I am sure dwelling on your pain will prove a more than suitable distraction from my own. Lord, I miss talking to you. I hope you're alright– No, I hope you aren't, not without me. I hope you miss me too.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Knockout is just why do i like these seekers? Their vibes are weirdly homey? What do you mean you can't read their frame language; it's easy to pick up on?

Starscream is looking at this grounder who is moving like a seeker. He's using seakerling wing cant with his door wings. Mech won a staring contest with Skywarp in the medbay and hissed at him untill Skywarp backed out the door. Breakdown brings Knockout a mangled Autobot prisoner for interrogation and KO dosent bother to hide how his engine reves at the sight. "Aw babe you shouldn't have." Starcsream himself sees the bedroom eyes and EM feild coming off Knockout during that incident. The whole airforce is confused because he's a grounder but he in no way acts like a grounder. Scientist Starscream's investigating becasuse this is highly sus. Of course he thinks KO is a seeker sparkling that was stolen from Vos, smuggled to velocitron

It's not untill a seeker's heat triggers KO's Heat and KO ends up laying a clutch of grounders that Starscream realizes exactly what's up. He not a stolen babe, he's somebot's wild oats.

Oooh that's so spicy, Starscream thinking Knockout's a kidnapped seekerling raised forcibly on Velocitron. It makes sense, too, and... methinks, he probably tries to get Knockout onboard with that cover story, or even tells him that's surely what happened.

After all, Knockout's got some pretty strong seeker blood in him. That means an aerie is necessary to his health, on some level. But seekers aren't exactly keen on just anybody waltzing into their space: guests are fine, but new permanent residents are another beast entirely. New additions to the family that aren't born into it usually have to undergo a lot of socially significant stuff: lots of meetings and visits and dinners to make acquaintances and determine if the newcomer is a good fit. This usually happens with prospective bondmates.

Thing is, Knockout looks like a grounder. Seekers generally aren't very welcoming to them. They tend to give them a wide berth and only interact when they have to. If the aerie thinks Knockout is some poor kidnapped seeker sparkling that was forcefully reformatted, they'll be infinitely nicer and 100% onboard with the idea right from the beginning. Sympathy for their own goes a long way, and just imagine all the horrors the poor thing underwent being raised by those barbarians! It's unthinkable!

On the other hand... if they find out he's a half-bred bastard child who's Vosian parent willingly slept with a grounder? Um, yeah. No. They'll want absolutely nothing to do with him and actively shun him. Groundpounder blood diluting their perfect purebred lines and mucking up their aerie? No thank you!

Starscream wants to avoid that drama as much as he can--having Knockout being a kidnapped child is infinitely better than being a willingly produced half breed. It's really sucky, and depending om whether or not Knockout actually knows the truth of his conception could be a big factor.

But, regardless. Starscream still invites him in, and Knockout fits in great as their guest. He can't speak the Vosian dialect yet, but he'll pick up on it quick, and the flyers are delighted

[hellishradio]

ooc blog

one of my lovely followers sent me a question through dms on how i grew my account, so here are some simple tips on how i grew my account! keep in mind these are personal advice and you aren't mandated to follow these.

1. simplicity and readability !

— make your layout simple and readable! this bit is especially important if you want to make your account disability-friendly for those with reading disabilities or neurodivergent struggles. too much fonts or decorations can make the eye struggle to read.

— i personally find it difficult to approach/read, and sometimes even intimidating when it's overly decorated. mostly because i feel like it's a bit too pretty for my league. so keep it simple and approachable! yes you can still make it pretty, but i'd say keep the fonts at low and just not exceed it. (mad respect for who do take their time on aesthetics though, i almost wish i had half the aesthetic eye some of you have!)

— i think this is the most important factor of what makes your blog attractive. i know people shouldn't judge by covers but it is undeniably true that people judge the blog by their layout. so think of it as some sort of.. marketing strategy?

2. consistency !

— obviously though, this is not necessary and honestly, at this point, my layout isn't very simple itself HAHA

— keep your account consistent! similar layouts for all your posts, not only does it do less strain on the reader's brain but it also works as some sort of mascot. for example, a lot of my followers can tell it's my blog by just seeing my image layout. so make it recognizable!

3. character portrayal !

— this is an advice for those who don't know how to get into character! keep in mind i am no roleplay veteran or writing professional.

— look at clips or wikis of your character and analyze them! do they have a specific speech pattern? any words they say a lot? any dialects? what's their background? what setting are they from? write it down and keep it in mind as you write your character. can you hear it in their voice.

though please don't push yourself down if your blog doesn't grow as fast as mine did, because i had a plus factor of playing a popular character. good luck everyone!! feel free to send me your askblogs in dms and i might just start interacting through my priv!

[owlhead650]

Can you do a short story about Adrienn? Thanks!

I can. Just a reminder that with these requests I'm able to do either a drawing or a short story. If you ask for one you'll probably get it, if you leave it ambiguous in the ask then I'll decide which. This short story is about 1087 words long. Also Decibel is in it and I make them talk. I hope that doesn't bother you.

Pokemon Reborn - Adrienn Flores Takes Xyr Time

Adrienn was at the computer in the Grand Hall basement. Xe was working, obviously, and five more minutes had turned into half an hour. All the lights had been turned off, except for the lamp on the table and the computer screen. All was silent except for the fan cooling the computer and the clicking of the keyboard.

The vulpix that Adrienn would pet intermittently had long since gone to bed, when it did Arclight had commented about how pokemon knew what was good for us.

Someone sat next to xem.

“Huh? Oh, hello champion.” It was Decibel. They wore a big black coat and had long fluffy white hair. They sat with their hands on their knees and looked at Adrienn. “Was there something you needed?” Xe asked them. Decibel thought the question was silly.

“Adrienn. The Grand Hall closes at five.” Adrienn checked the corner of the computer screen. Oh. Five more minutes had actually turned into an hour and thirty six minutes of overtime.

“Oh dear, I've let time run away on me again. And-” Adrienn saw Decibel's face. “Yeah I know I'm overworking again. Everyone keeps telling me.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why do I do what?” Adrienn didn't have any clue what the question could mean.

“Why work so hard? Most people would rather do less work. It's a kind of suffering, to work so much. What makes you do it?” The vulpix had come back. Decibel started stroking it.

It had never occurred to Adrienn that this was even a question to be asked before now. Xe thought that the reason to work was as self explanatory and necessary as eating. It was as if Decibel had asked: ‘Why breathe?’

“Well I need to don't I? Rallying volunteers, taking gym challenges or-” Xe glanced at the computer screen. “Writing emails. If I  don't do it then Reborn won't thrive. It's worth it to do this since it makes everyone happy.” 

“Would it kill you to be selfish for once?” Decibel normally sounded monotone, but for a moment their voice was tinged with frustration.

“I- what? What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that you're missing out. You have so much in your life other than your job.” Decibel said.

“Well when I'm not working I'll just be training or eating and then maybe by midnight I'll try to sleep for a few hours.” Emphasis on ‘try’. It's not like falling asleep came easily to xem. There was a lengthy pause where neither of them said anything.

“What do you do on Saturdays?” Decibel asked.

“Saturday? Why, did you want to arrange something?” Adrienn stopped to analyse the question. “...Well on Saturday I normally catch up on gym challenges. If I'm busy during the week then that's a convenient time to reschedule them for.” Xe said ‘if’ like busyness wasn’t a certainty.

“What about Sunday?”

“Well Sunday is a great time to prepare all my Monday emails and get a headstart on paperwork. I make my plan for the week too.”

Decibel sighed. They looked sad for some reason. “What's wrong?” Adrienn asked.

“Don't you have anyone you spend your downtime with? Any hobbies that aren't also about your job?” Decibel's questions were starting to get frustrating.

“I'm fine, alright? I know you mean well but I'm doing what I need to do. You're the same aren't you? You've volunteered for like, half of everything I organised and you donate to everything. That's on top of all your duties as champion!” Adrienn had powered off the computer and stood up.

“But I do things other than work. Those things don’t consume so much of my time that I can’t go for walks or watch TV or check on my friends. I think that the only reason you work as much as you do is because you’re choosing to do more than someone should.”

“Yeah? What makes you say that?” Adrienn asked with a sarcastic edge.

“We have reserve leaders that could take your gym battles for you, with your position you could delegate most of the paperwork. I’ve checked the records and in the majority of cases you insist on taking gym challenges yourself when the challengers in question would’ve gotten their battle days sooner if you just sent them to the reserve. It’s like you don’t want to stop.”

“And what’s wrong with that?!” It was at this point that Adrienn realised xe was red faced and in tears. “...I’m sorry for speaking that way. I just lost composure for a minute.” Adrienn was carrying a folder in one hand and dried xyr face with the other.

“It’s okay, everythings alright. Please talk to me more. We should try to get to the heart of this issue.”

“You know what? You’re right Decibel. Yes, I’m keeping myself busy on purpose. I’d just rather not be at home.”

“Why? Most people look forward to going home.”

“Well most people don’t need to rebuild their life from scratch after being frozen in time for a decade. Most people don’t face the horror of seeing their home destroyed in what feels like an instant.” Decibel felt like Adrienn was about to begin a rant. They were here for it.

“I don’t have anyone left Decibel. My parents? Grandparents? Any cousins? They’re all gone. Either from old age or killed in the disasters that tore Reborn apart. When I go home? There’s no one there. I’m happier when I’m doing something.” Adrienn sat down again, this time on some couch in the corner of the room. Xe needed to cry.

“There’s a better way than that.” Decibel promised.

“What’s the better way?”

“Just take a couple days off and if you don’t want to stay at home then go outside, or to a movie or to the circus or just do something with your pokemon that isn’t training. Years from now no one will remember you worked overtime except for the people that love you.” Decibel  had considered that the last remark went too far, but Adrienn’s current lifestyle also went too far.

“I don’t know. I’ll try to fix myself. I like gardening and walking through nature, I especially liked that time we went to the new world Cauldron of The Future. That was pretty.” Adrienn checked the time. Twenty past six. “Ugh, I’m too tired. Can you help me get home?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks champion. I’ll try to help myself. I’ll take your words to heart.”

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And that's the story. I'm worried I exaggerated Adrienn's problem a little, this story was written mainly to express a theory about why Adrienn is the way xe is. We know that ten years later in Another Time xe has a better worklife balance, but what caused xem to be a workaholic in the firstplace? I know that the causes in real life aren't so fantastical, but I think Adrienn's suffering that xe would've experienced from suddenly being sent through time is something worth thinking about.

[sweetshelluvaau]

I really want to you know get invested on stolitz but the problem is is just how the couple is presented. I may love toxic couples but I really don't like how the show didn't acknowledge it,like I see stols as this person who need sto get his shit together literally and spends really good quality time with Octavia(like I want to believe he is trying but we didn't see that freaking effort and that's coming from an ex shipper of stolitz) and blitzo,look I feel sad about the man and I do because of how literally he have seem to care but I shut,I pity the man. No offense to fans who made stolitz that is fleshed out,mad respect for them seriously.

Hey, you want to know secret: I was slowly getting on board the Stolitz train post Ozzie's. Not necessary in a 'I want these two together forever and live happily ever after' kind of of way but I was starting to get invested in seeing them both grow as people. I still wouldn't want them as end game and putting aside the icky stuff for a second, they're two different people with two different wants for a relationship plus BOTH really need to get their shit together before even entering any kind of relationship honestly.

(I was also indifferent about Stolas at this time as well. Didn't hate him but didn't really care for him neither. Just thought he was another asshole in a sea of assholes but rich).

Blitzo put his foot down and Stolas finally coming to the crushing realization that his actions hurt his family (regardless if he loved Stella or not, he still cheated and the whole mess harmed Octavia emotionally) and even realizing that Blitzo gave him some comfort, 'escape from the gilded cage' you can say, but that comfort was at the cost of the other person's happiness (plus ya know, you did force the guy the sleep with you Hooters).

There was real room for even as fucked up as their relationship was, them learning a thing or two from each other, more so Stolas. He learns some humility, ending the deal and just letting IMP use the book no strings attached until the times he does need it until they find another way to access Earth without it, or just have Stolas give Blitzo that crystal things or something like it at the very start of the season, genuinely apologize and be on his way. Perhaps his treatment of Blitzo and IMP has him reevaluating how he's treated those underneath him in the past. Boom! And being we have that assassination plot thing with Stella and Striker going on still and depending on how the whole thing is handled (NOT HOW IT'S HANDLED IN THE SHOW NOW GOD PLEASE NO), you aren't completely writing Stolas out of the show. There are ways to still have him play part of the story without taking away from IMP and the premises.

Honestly, I thought the 'Stolas wakes up from his delusional fantasy and owns up to his actions' was the direction the story was going but I gave Viv too much credit as season two dropped and we know where this tale goes...

But yeah the problem in itself isn't that it's toxic I happen to like toxic ships myself, the problem is the show acts like it isn't. It's a weird show don't tell Uno Reversal where we're being gaslighted to believe that Stolas is this great guy that Blitzo just hates because he's blue blood but his actions and treatment of people show differently and that he's a whiny, entitled privileged dick. The 'this is hell' excuse doesn't hold water when you refuse to acknowledge your characters are horrible or keep telling us they aren't when they are.

A roleplay partner of mine told me they viewed Stolitz as Fizzmodeus' darker mirror which I think is an interesting way of viewing it. I've seen plenty of writers in the rpc write great interpretations and their own takes of these characters that I honestly wish those portrayals were what we ended up getting suppose to the wattpad fanfic bullshit we did get. (it likely also helps that surprisingly half of the Hellaverse RPC on tumblr is just as salty as I am)

Also Viv, if you really wanted A Main Gay Couple in the show who ends up with Blitzo, I know I keep saying it but *will smith poses at Fizz and her one true polycule* STOP BEING A COWARD VIV LET FIZZ HAVE TWO LOVING BOYFIRENDS IT AIN'T CHEATING I PROMISE!!!

I hope I'm making sense here I feel like this turned into a ramble more than anything else XDD

[asgardian--angels]

Taika and OFMD

thinking about Taika's new interview where he's said the season 2 ending seems like a natural conclusion to the show.

We know that David wrote the season finale the way he did in case it didn't get renewed for s3. And we know that David does have a season 3 storyline in mind, as he's envisioned Ed and Stede's love story as having three acts. And I know that the fans believe there's more story to tell, too, because they haven't resolved their communication issues, their trauma, or lingering plotlines.

The interview mentions that one of the limits on the show's capacity to keep running is Taika's schedule. To me, that may be the biggest holdup of anything when you get down to it. We're so lucky to have had him for two seasons of this show, given just how many projects he has going concurrently. But it gets more and more difficult to block off months of his time - and when looking for a season 3, David is going to need to produce an exceptionally compelling reason to bring him back in again. If Taika believes the show could end where it is, as much as he's adored being on it, he may prioritize other projects.

To me it felt as much of a risk to end s2 on a 'happy ending' note than to end on a cliffhanger, because it leaves the door open for cancellation on the basis of 'good enough.' I get why he did it, and I do think it was the right choice, but still. It makes the season 3 setup harder, because as Taika even said, he wouldn't want a situation where Ed and Stede have to leave their idyllic life behind. Which would have to happen to some extent - pulled back into the fray at least temporarily when the crew needs their help or the larger conflict of the pirates vs the English comes to a head, otherwise there'd be no drama or excitement. And if the storyline was simply Ed and Stede running an inn and having domestic mornings and working out their feelings, that's just not enough for Taika to clear his schedule and sacrifice other potential projects.

I trust David Jenkins to have something in mind that can convince tptb a third season would bring them great ratings and streaming subscriptions. I honestly don't think that's the part of this process that would hold (is holding?) the execs' decision up. Rather, it's whether the premise for season 3 is deemed compelling and necessary enough for our big name actors to sign on and commit their time to. For all we know, it's taking more time than anything to just figure out if Taika has any time in the next two years to devote to this (have you seen the sheer number and scale of his upcoming films?). They're not going to greenlight a third season if Taika can't commit. And Taika's so busy right now with Next Goal Wins that maybe they haven't even been able to sit down with him to have a lengthy contract discussion.

I'd like to think that Taika and David have discussed the three-act story premise for OFMD thoroughly, since it's something David's been saying since season 1 and if Taika didn't think he could do three seasons then I'd think the show would have been a nonstarter unless it was a 'cross that bridge when we come to it' situation, so the potential difference in opinion here is interesting. But it leads to some possibilities such as a season 3 where Ed and Stede aren't main characters - the focus turns more to the crew, with only half or even a third of the episodes featuring the main duo. Or an even shorter season 3 such as a 3 or 5 episode miniseries to reduce the time commitment for Taika. If the timeline for the show's production has to get pushed out an extra year to fit with his schedule, HBO Max might just decide it's not worthwhile to pursue. So there's a lot of things that can happen, and as much as we want an expanded season 3 with more episodes and a bigger budget, that may very well not be compatible with the reality of Taika's long-term availability.

We have to consider these possibilities. As I've said before, season 3 is in no way guaranteed, even from streaming analytics and critical success - but this is another dimension to this conversation that I haven't heard anyone talking about, and quite possibly the most important one because it's very concrete. No Taika, no OFMD. The fact that he said the show could perhaps go on without him and Rhys shows me this is where his thoughts are as well.

I don't want to make anyone despair here - I want season 3 more than anything. I do believe the show, and the story, deserves the full arc and natural conclusion that David has planned. We absolutely need to keep campaigning for renewal, harder than ever as we move into the one-month-post-finale window. But we should also realize that a big part of the renewal decision is out of our hands, and comes down to the ability of the show's star to actually stay involved. I think Taika will try his best to shuffle things around, but as I said David needs to be able to pitch him a season 3 that convinces him Ed and Stede's story isn't finished yet.

So fingers crossed. We may not hear anything for a while, as negotiations have to involve Taika and he's a busy busy man right now. I am optimistic, but I just wanted to remind folks of this aspect of the process.