#just a bug in otherwise fun dreams

[shikai-the-storyteller]

A few notes about Realm SMP:

Tubbo hopes to have an event every week and ideally thinks this would be a 6 month server

There's a "level up" system but it will be tailored so people won't be left behind if they can't log in much

Armor and Combat is DND inspired, but it's not 100% accurate to DND

Tubbo looked at the 5 main MCYT communities he's been in / watched and that's the "pool" he chose people from

There's no plans for an in-game translator because it's expensive and also Tubbo "doesn't want to step on Quackity's toes" :(

Tubbo says he doesn't have a lot of Spanish-speaking streamers on his Discord friend list so there was a limit to how many people he could message, but he wants to add more people (he has 5 planned already)

Lore is dependent on what the people on the server do, he likes more freestyle flowing RP

There's no big team behind the server, it's just Tubbo and Tango helping him with some things he might not understand (however, he has a team he wants to use for the New Year Event he has in mind). He may look into getting some admins to help enforce rules

He made it so players can play Realm SMP with default Minecraft, he doesn't want to overwhelm people with too many mod downloads.

There is NO mod pack! Realm SMP is vanilla, it's just custom texture packs and plugins.

Tubbo says he's been overwhelmed by the amount of support it's received so far, but he's a bit nervous too

He says he doesn't have Missa added on Discord but he tried to contact him (?)

No set classes, but people can specify their skill points to unlock certain things on skill trees and build their own classes

There IS a life system (😰) but it's a bit different. There's 3 lives — if you die 3 times you're out, but it's only semi-hardcore because when you die, your stats are set to 0 and you're in spectator-mode, but players can craft an item to bring you back at 1 life and you get all your stats back.

There's no "downing" system, if you die you did, you can't be picked back up like on QSMP

No "keep inventory" on death

There's no limit to the amount of times you can be resurrected (thank god) Tubbo says it would kinda suck otherwise because then people would just get banned off the server at some point after dying x amount of times

The Nether IS enabled, the End isn't enabled yet because Tubbo wants to make a cool custom boss fight.

There will be proximity chat

Etoiles (in chat) asked about armor and Tubbo tells him he'a really glad Etoiles agreed to join, even though he wasn't planning on doing much Minecraft stuff anymore

Streamers can play off-stream

Tubbo says he has a "Badboyhalo Contingency Force" (it's Tubbo and Tango)

Tubbo says the Realm SMP concept came to him in a dream

Mob strength will scale as players "level up"

Deaths to a bug or glitch don't count, but all othet deaths will

Events won't be all PVP-based because he wants people to enjoy the events even if they aren't a huge Minecraft player

Two banned items: mending books and elytra, which will be tied to future events

Tubbo says he's happy to do anything himself, but if anyone really wants to be an admin, it'd be voluntary like a Twitch mod kind of deal since it's just him and Tango. (He already has a team of people he goes to for admin stuff, it wouldn't be random people being admins)

In the hour before the server launches, he'll be showing off server features

He reminded people in the player Discord it's just for fun, the life system isn't meant to be competitive and he doesn't want sweats to be dicks about it since not every player is a big Minecraft player

He has a 6 month timeframe in mind but it'll last as long as people want to play, if it fizzles out in a month then it fizzles out in a month, it lasts as long as people play it.

There will be NPCs "When he gets them sorted" but he's a one-man army doing everything

He reminds people to "manage their expectations" because he's only one guy – he can't do events like Purgatory like Quackity because he doesn't have a massive team like he did.

He says if his merch stuff goes well then maybe he can get 1 or 2 people to help with the Realm project

Tubbo is still answering Q&A stuff on stream right now, but these are the biggest things he's said so far!

[dilfartist]

Comfort

Pairing; Yandere Leon Kennedy x Therapist Reader

Synopsis; After persuasion from a coworker, Leon begrudgingly signs up for therapy which leads to an unhealthy obsession with his therapist.

Word count; 1300

TW; Yandere behavior, Unhealthy thoughts, OOC Leon Kennedy, I don't know a lot about therapists, Yandere themes, dark actions.

Notes; {Sorry for not posting a lot guys. I recently just got out of the mental hospital so. Anyways, enjoy this mediocre fanfic I came up with.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

Profread/Not Profread

Reader's description; Female/Gn

Leon wasn’t one to go to others to solve his problems. Yet, he was in your therapy office looking out the windows at the grey skies as rain drizzled.

He only came to see you. Not the therapy. If anything, being with you was the therapy.

At first, Leon did attend therapy for its purpose. Not really by choice. Apparently, his problems (alcoholism and mental issues) were getting in the way of a couple of jobs, and a coworker suggested him therapy. Well, suggested isn’t really the word- More like bugged. Otherwise, Leon wouldn’t have come.

After Ada, Leon never thought he’d fall for anyone else. Sure, Leon would flirt from time to time with a lady at a bar if he was tipsy enough or with Hunnigan during the aftermath of a successful mission. But it never went any further. Leon had no intentions of anything further. Hell, Leon was bitter about developing a crush on you in the first place.

Leon couldn’t help himself. You were just so sweet and willing to help. Something Leon hadn’t had much of since Raccoon City. Nowadays, Leon is surrounded by the greedy, selfish, ugly parts of society. The parts he despised. Being around you was like a rehab of sorts. A reminder that there was still good in the cruel world that had swallowed him whole.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” you graced Leon with that sweet smile he grew to adore. You sat in your thick leather rolling chair, laptop in your lap as you powered it on. “I haven’t seen you since four months ago.”

“Work got in the way,” Leon says on the couch across you. “Long business trip,” he added.

Leon had given a specious answer when you had questioned his occupation. Instead of a U.S. agent who protected the world from biohazard monsters or a man who had saved the president's daughter, you had known him to be a hardworking office worker who frequently went on business trips.

“Where to?” “Spain.” “That sounds fun.” you smiled.

Leon shrugged his shoulders. “It was okay: Could have been better. I didn’t get to explore the country much.”

“So, how have you been? Anything new?” you put your laptop to the side, giving Leon your full attention. Leon liked that.

Leon shifted in his seat, “I saw an old friend recently during my work trip. I haven’t seen her since…” Leon trailed off. He hadn’t told you about Raccoon City despite the heavy effect it had on him. One of the main reasons he was in your office in the first place. When Leon pushed himself to talk about it, the words always died on his tongue. How could you understand? You’d see him as crazy. The world wasn’t informed about Raccoon City, so Leon wouldn’t attempt to see if you knew of the incident. “Six years ago.”

“How’d it go?”

Leon grew quiet for a moment. Being vulnerable wasn’t his thing. Funny enough. “…Strange. Felt like a dream. Never thought I’d see her again.” Leon could feel your gaze. For once, Leon didn’t like it. And with the lump that formed in his throat, he felt uncomfortable. “I thought she had died. For years, I was sure she had died and It was my fault. Then she just shows up,” he trailed off “…it felt surreal.”

You nod. “This must have been upsetting in some way. Did you get upset?” you pulled your laptop back into your lap.

“Not really. I mean, for a moment I was. When we were saying goodbye.”

“And did you visit the bar at all after?”

Ah, yes. One of the main problems you’ve been guiding to get rid of was his alcoholism. Leon never realized the extent of his intemperance until you pointed it out. Listing going to bars as one of his few hobbies did seem concerning to him nowadays.

Leon shook his head, a surge of pride blooming when he saw your eyes light up. “What did you do instead?” you asked. “I caught up on some TV shows after work and had takeout.” You happily typed something into your computer. “Good job, Leon! I knew you could do it.”

There was warmness growing on his cheeks. Leon could barely contain the small smile incoming. Instead, he rested his lips on his knuckles with his arm resting on the armrest.

He loved that. The way you treated him. Your words were genuine, and you barely knew him. Leon had known his colleagues for years, doing above and beyond on missions for them, only to get a pat on the back in return or a simple ‘Well done, Agent Kennedy.’ as they focused on their notes or computer.

The session went on for another 30 minutes. You talked about Leon’s mental health and how his coping skills were helping him turn away from drinking. Leon didn’t listen to your words, opting to memorize your voice. You’d recap the session anyway, so there was no need to tune in. Perusual.

The once soft blue city scene from the outside altered as the minutes passed into darkness due to the winter month.

“It seems our time is up,” you noted, taking a glimpse at your watch. “It was nice seeing you again, Leon. I hope to see you more often.”

“Right,” Leon said awkwardly in response. However, he felt flattered.

You stood from your chair to approach Leon, who followed your lead by standing up. Then, you escorted him to the door. “Remember, if you feel like visiting a bar or having a drink, use your coping skills: go for a walk, play a video game, or watch TV. Convert those negative feelings into positive ones!”

The trip to the parking garage is quiet, leaving Leon to his thoughts: Thoughts he'd rather not have.

Leon thought of himself as morally correct compared to his coworkers. Instead of joining the agency to fulfill greed or status, Leon joined for a selfless reason: to keep others safe. Leon didn't need money, he didn't need power, nor did he need reassurance of his character, and he felt prideful in that.

Yet, meeting you had changed his perspective of himself. All the negative traits he often critiqued rose to the surface and filled his head.

Would it be wrong to keep you to himself? Leon knew he wouldn't stay in the place he currently inhabited, work would force him to move sometime soon, which meant leaving your side. He couldn't have that. What if he took you from your home? That wouldn't be so bad. He could offer you so much more than the lousy job you had.

Leon couldn't lose you. Nothing gave him pleasure in life. The only thing that lessened his dismay was the booze he'd drown in during the late hours and dawns. Seeing you naturally put a smile on his face, and that wasn't an easy task.

Leon needed you. He deserved happiness after all the bullshit he went through on the regular. It was only fair-

"Watch it asshole!"

Leon stood in the middle of the garage, clutching his keys harshly as he stared into the blaring lights of the truck in front of him. The honking had brought him back into reality. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to make yourself useful and move out of the way?" The owner of the car barked, peeking his head from the rolled window. Not answering, Leon simply walked ahead, approaching his car slowly. The man retreats into his truck and speeds off.

Leon was just as bad as the others wasn't he?

It was a harsh reality Leon didn't want to acknowledge. Then again, realizing there was a problem was healthier than ignoring it.

"I need a drink" Leon whispered, staring blankly at his steering wheel. Despite the need to chug down the remedy for his confusing emotions, Leon knew he wouldn't. If his sobriety meant your happiness, then he'd never look at another bottle.

For now, he'd live right for you.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

With Love From

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a Dean Winchester x wife reader that she spoiled and pampering him to much but she don’t cared and she love giving him love, attention, affection, and etc all things him always dreamed?. something cute and fluffy because him deserve all the love from the world. 

Summary: You take Dean on a much-needed vacation and give him everything he wants and deserves.

Square Filled: driving in the impala (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Got your pajamas?”

“Yes.”

“Toothbrush and toothpaste?”

“Yes.”

“What about your chargers? I put an extra one in your bag just in case.”

“What are you, my mom?” Dean jokes. “Yes, I have everything.”

“Okay, don’t come crying to me when you’ve forgotten something and ask to use my toothbrush. I won’t do it again.”

“That was one time.”

“One time too many. We’ve done a lot of things, Dean Winchester, but sharing a toothbrush is gonna be a no for me.”

“Yes, I have everything. Why are you bugging out? You’re never like this whenever we go on a hunt.”

Dean takes both yours and his bags to the library where Sam is. He has his laptop and plenty of books all around him. There is a case not far from here that he is reading up on since he is going to be the one to tackle this case.

“We’re not going on a hunt,” you reveal when he sets the bags on the table.

“What?”

“We’re not going on a hunt.”

“Sam’s been working like crazy about this case a few towns over.”

“Yeah because he’s going to be the one to take care of it. We’re not.”

“Sam, what is she talking about?” Dean asks.

“Dude, I am just as clueless as you,” he chuckles and closes his laptop. “All I know is that I’m doing this one solo.”

“If we’re not going on a hunt, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“You know I hate surprises,” Dean practically whines.

“Well, you’re getting one today. No hunt. No monsters. Definitely alcohol. Does that sound like a great time?” you smile.

“Sounds like a Saturday to me.”

“Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.” You see the look on Dean’s face and immediately shuts down what he is going to say next. “If Sam needs help, he can call Garth.”

“Yeah, go have fun. I got this,” Sam backs you up.

You and Dean pack up the Impala and say your goodbyes to Sam who barely waves you two off. Dean is always the driver unless otherwise preoccupied, so he gets behind the wheel even though he has no idea where he’s going. You’re going to be the navigator for this special trip, only telling him what turns to make right before he needs to do them.

“Shall I put on the special playlist?”

“Special playlist? What’s the occasion?”

“I love you. Is that enough?”

“More than enough,” he smiles.

His special playlist consists of songs he could listen to on repeat for hours. Sam doesn’t let him put the playlist on since Sam complains he needs to listen to more than just classic rock. He claims they all sound the same even though each has their own unique sound.

About halfway through the trip, you stopped to get food at Dean’s favorite diner. He often comes here while on hunts even if it’s hours out of the way. There’s something about the way they make their burgers that has his mouth watering every single time.

“Okay, tell me where we’re going,” Dean chuckles with his mouth full.

“I told you it’s a surprise,” you smile. “You’re going to love it.”

Dean has no choice but to trust you. Once you two get done eating, you get back on the road and tough out the last half of the trip. You took over driving for the last hour just so he wouldn’t be suspicious of where you two were going but as soon as Dean sees the town’s name, he gets so excited.

“Wait, we’re in Mt. Sterling?”

“Yeah.”

You drive to one of the best gun stores in America. They have such a high rating since people from all over the country come here just to buy guns. Dean has been wanting to come here for a long time, and you figure it’s time to bring him. Dean is practically bouncing in his seat when you park, and he jumps out of the car in excitement.

You watch him run into the store with a smile on your face, and you make sure the car is locked before following him inside. He is like a child loose in a candy store or a toy store. He is admiring all of the guns on display, holding them just to feel how they would fit in his hands.

“Pick any you want. I’ll get it for you.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you so much,” he grins and kisses you.

Seeing him so happy brings you so much joy. He doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to be this happy. He doesn’t allow himself to be this happy most of the time, so taking time to give him this is very important. He channels his inner child and goes wild. He settled on another handgun that closely resembles the one he has now, but it has a silencer on the end of it which will make for easy hunting.

After he got all that excitement out, you two headed to the bar across the street to have a few rounds on you.

“How the hell did I ever get so lucky?” he smiles.

“I’m the lucky one, my love. You deserve all the love in the world.”

Dean leans in and kisses you, happy to be yours.

x

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[khaire-traveler]

🌲 Subtle Pan Worship 🌿

Take a walk/hike in nature

Take regular breaks from screens; get some fresh air

Go camping out in nature; focus on the wildlife around you; look at the constellations at night

Learn how to safely forage

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Pick wild flowers; press or dry them

Start a garden; tend to a plant

Decorate your space with vines, leaves, and the like; maybe fairy lights with bugs, flowers, or mushrooms on them

Have imagery of fauns, goats, forests, meadows, pan flutes, sheep, wildflowers, or mountains around

Have a stuffed sheep or goat animal; have a stuffed animal of any forest, meadow, or mountain creatures

When you're anxious or afraid, go to the forest or to nature; spend time outside, and breathe; you will be ok

Learn about local fauna and flora

Collect animal bones from nature (please thank the animal's spirit beforehand); make sure to safely handle them; link to some safety tips when handling fleshy remains

Cook with homegrown herbs or produce

Drink a natural herbal or produce beverage; fruit juice works but has high sugar content, so just be aware in case that's an issue for you

Fall asleep/meditate to the sounds of a forest or general wilderness

Pick up trash in your environment

Support environmental preservation organizations, animal sanctuaries, or animal shelters/rescues

Feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.

Volunteer at an animal sanctuary or animal shelter

Go outside of your comfort zone; if you're afraid of doing something, do it scared; it could work out far more beautifully than you ever imagined

Learn how to play panpipes; own panpipes in general

Light a bonfire with friends in the wilderness (SAFELY!!!!); share scary stories, especially those y'all have directly experienced

Plant seeds, especially the fruit of vegetables you've eaten; give it new life

Research coping skills for stress, fear, or anxiety; try some for yourself

Keep a dream journal specifically dedicated to nightmares; try to interpret them; what are they trying to tell you?

Explore the areas nearby you, be it nature or otherwise; acquaint yourself with the unfamiliar

Get comfortable with the concept of the unknown and uncertainty; remind yourself that you need not know everything in order for it to work out in your favor

Address the uncertainties in your life that cause you the most stress; find your own answers; topics like death, the afterlife, the long-term future, etc.

Play with your pets; spend time with them

Keep your pet healthy; feed them good food, take them on regular walks/exercise them, keep them up to date on vaccines, etc.

Do something fun and new with your partner (or alone); try something exciting or scary that you've always wanted to try

Use natural herbs and remedies to address minor health issues, such as stomaches or sore throat

Try urban exploring - the practice of visiting abandoned places, especially those that have been reclaimed by nature

Face your fears; learn to work through them

Recycle; reuse things that don't need to be immediately disposed of; use compost for your garden or nearby plants

Take time to be alone and decompress, especially after a long day

Cook a good meal for someone in need

Cook a good meal for you or your loved ones

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This list still feels pretty short to me, so I'll likely add more in the future. For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Pan. I hope this is helpful to someone, and take care! 💚

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[bluemoonsunrise]

Demons and Savages

pairing: tsu’tey and human!avatar driver (fem presenting)

content warnings: graphic language, alien vs human differences, the RDA sucks, fuck u miles quaritch, tension you could cut with a knife, enemies to lovers. (also, i don’t like to capitalize sentences on tumbler :3)

word count: …idk :D (roughly edited sry)

pov: 2nd person so you can add yourself in. for writing/plot purposes, your character is named eris ramsey. i’ll use the name sparingly but i can’t take myself seriously writing y/n— so please just work with me here. i promise it’ll be worth it. (i hope)

< previous chapter

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SUMMARY: earth was dying and your sister was, too, but cancer killed her faster than humans were killing earth. when she passed, she not only left behind an empty apartment full of memories but a billion dollar avatar without a driver. in a desperate attempt to not waste that money, the program she had spent the last five years preparing to join recruited you— her twin. of course, you agreed. there was nothing left on earth for you. there was nothing left on earth for anyone— that’s why people like your sister were sent off to pandora.

when your sister had spoken of pandora, it seemed like a dream.

the RDA promised it would be like a safari adventure.

truth was that pandora is beautiful. beautiful and unlike anything else across the whole of the universe. it is breathtaking— and that’s because what chases you through the forest hunts with the intent to kill; so you best run like hell even if your lungs are on fire. beasts and monsters of all kinds lurk out of sight waiting for the right moment to kill you dead— but none are as dangerous as him.

the blue shadow with the bow.

chapter four

— weak hands —

“if i want to get us any closer to peace, i’ll need to put in a lot of work.” you said as you logged the events of your day. you could hardly keep your eyes open. for a rest day, you felt more worn down than you did on days you spent entirely in the forest. “if i want to gain back trust the omatikaya once placed in the avatar program, i have to pass two tests.”

“tsu’tey says it will take months for me to even think about passing the first test. in order to complete iknimaya and claim an ikran, i have to be strong. i have to have a fighting spirit. a strong heart, he says. i have to learn the ways of warriors. it is no easy challenge— but an ikran would kill me otherwise.”

“he told me that he doesn’t doubt my heart.” you said softly. you looked at yourself on the screen and covered your cheeks with your hands as you saw color rise into them. “he just doubts that i’ll be able to pin down the damn thing before it kills me.”

“i think that’s all for today. lots to be done. tomorrow i start archery. fun, huh? i hope. really, i do…alright. see ya.” you reached out and clicked the recording off.

you had no energy to eat. you had no energy to do anything at all. when you climbed into your bunk, you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. it was hard for you to sleep most nights— but exhaustion made it easy for you now. it reached out its arms and enveloped you in its warm embrace.

you dreamed of the riverbed and the stars. you dreamed of the bugs that floated by. you dreamed of the way the water sounded sloshing against the shore of the riverside.

you dreamed of him, too.

you dreamed of running with him through the grass. the way he chased you. you could almost feel your chest burn as you ran and ran and ran. even in your dreams, he caught you. he tangled you in his arms and lifted you off your feet.

you didn’t hesitate to kiss him.

you had wanted to kiss him today. it was an insufferable itch that you wanted to gnaw at with your teeth— but you couldn’t.

when you woke in the morning to the usual alarm set for all those in the avatar program, you could not have been more frustrated. you buried your face into the pillow and groaned into it.

you didn’t want to dream about him.

you didn’t want to think about him the way you always did. he was supposed to be your mentor. a teacher. a guide. not someone you dreamed about kissing.

you didn’t want to face him.

after the hot springs, you two returned to home tree as if nothing happened. he got you food and you sat with others in the clan and listened to their stories. you listened to their songs. tsu’tey told stories of his own. he did not sing alongside the others but the faint smile on his lips showed his contentment.

and that was it.

all day, you rested in the livelihood of home tree with him. eating. talking. laughing. introducing yourself to those who dared to approach you. those who let you join their circles. you helped string beads and craft twine. mundane, small things that you enjoyed more than you thought you would. while most of the conversations were held in navi, you were able to pick out bits and pieces.

it wasn’t until after dinner when you made your nightly walk with him to your hammock that what had happened between the two of you weighed on you. he didn’t say goodnight. he didn’t spare you a glance. he hit you with his shoulder as he passed and hissed under his breath.

you did not want to see him— but he was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes in your hammock.

“get up. now.” tsu’tey said. his tone was sharp. lethal. there was no patience to be found in him.

you did your best to get up quickly. your head spun with the daze of shifting. he grabbed your arm to steady you— but he dragged you down the center column of home tree without any warning.

“agh— dude.” you muttered as you tried to pull your arm free. “stop it.”

“walk.” he said, pushing you in front of him.

you didn’t fight against him. it would do you no good. once you were out of home tree, you shrugged him off. thankfully, he went willingly. without a word, he flicked his head towards the direhorses waiting.

you approached mitsia with gentle hands. she pressed her snout against your face as you said hello. reaching up, you formed tsaheylu with her and swung yourself up onto her back. with a soft pat to her neck, you urged her to follow behind tsu’tey.

he moved with purpose today and mitsia ran fast to keep up with him.

you rode into the thick of the forest. you had to duck low onto mitsia’s back as to not get snagged in the low hanging vines. all sorts of sounds resonated in your ears. the rush of wind. the chirping of pandoran birds. squeaking and squawking. thundering hooves. snapping sticks.

when tsu’tey finally came to a stop, it was by a pond. he hopped off his direhorses back and clicked his tongue as a thank you. when you slid off mitsia’s back, you thanked her with a soft kiss to her face.

you felt bitter as you met his eyes.

what he had told you yesterday lingered in your mind. mitsia was yours. maybe not like how an ikran could be, sure, but you were certain that she would come only to you if you called.

“good girl.” you whispered as you patted her neck.

“come here.” tsu’tey said, his tail flicking behind him like a feral cat.

you parted with your direhorse and sighed as you stood in front of him. you expected him to start with a lesson on archery. he carried two bows on his back. instead, he grabbed your hands and scoffed at them.

“you have weak hands. small fingers. they will bleed.”

you ripped your hands out of his grasp. “you don’t know shit. they won’t bleed.”

“they will.” he said, snatching your arm. he tapped his fingers against your bicep. “no muscle. children have more strength than you. i bet you would not be able to pull yourself up whilst climbing a tree.”

“would you cut the shit?” you pulled your arm out of his grasp and scowled at him. “you’re pissing me off.”

“you will fail today at archery. many times. just as you failed at riding pali. you are weak. you will have troubling drawing back the arrow. i doubt you can aim.” tsu’tey said.

“but you will learn.”

your mouth closed. the anger in your expression lessened as you watched him pull one of the bows off from around his shoulder. it was simple. dark wood. strong string. it was heavy— but not as heavy as his. not as well-crafted and expertly designed. not at pretty.

“first rule of bow,” tsu’tey said as he stood up straight. “you must be like tree. tall. strong. always strong in your belly. for everything. be strong in your belly.”

you mimicked him. standing up straight and tensing your core, you held yourself in the same tall posture. you matched his breath. over and over again, you told yourself what to do like a mantra: keep tense but don’t suffocate. don’t suffocate. breathe. in and out. in and out.

tsu’tey lifted the bow and assumed a shooting stance. no arrow was drawn, but he pulled back the string. you could see the tension in his belly. you could see the firm stance he held in his shoulders. more importantly, his legs. like two pillars on the ground, he appeared unmovable.

he appeared strong.

and you knew he was.

“when you draw back the bow, you must use two fingers. always two fingers. it is how you keep the arrow aligned. draw back is hard when you start. bows are strong and they fight against you. that is why arrows shoot so far.” tsu’tey said as he lowered his bow.

“you try.”

you took a sharp breath and tightened your core. you did your best to mimic the stance he held. before you could even drawn by the bow, he was all over you. he spread your legs further apart with his own. he smacked you on the hip and you were quick to place tension there. a grunt of approval was all you earned. he did the same to your shoulders and you were quick to straighten up.

“that is proper position.” tsu’tey said. he tapped your stomach lightly. “firm. strong. it is good. it is powerful. keep this habit of strong core and you will learn the posture fast. it will be as easy and natural as swinging up onto his the back of pali.”

“right,” you said softly.

“now draw back the bow.” he said.

you hooked two fingers around the string and pulled. your lips thinned and your brows knitted together as you pulled harder. and harder. the bow seemed unwilling to bend and you were quick to let the string go.

“bad. again.” tsu’tey said with an impatient flick of his head. “you did not even try.”

“i did try. the bow feels like it’ll break if i pull at it anymore.” you said with a small huff.

tsu’tey hooked his bow over his shoulder. he snatched yours from your hand and you could only watch as he pulled an arrow from his quiver, loaded the bow, and shot it.

it stuck straight into the dirt, the calling card swaying in the breeze.

“it did not break.” tsu’tey said, handing it back to you. “you are not strong enough to break it because you are not even strong enough to draw it back.”

you felt your chest burn. you took the bow back without another word. ignoring the way his constant belittling was beginning to hurt, you did your best to draw the bow back. you kept your core tight, your posture tall, and your breath even. you pulled back as hard as you could. at a certain point, the resistance gave way and allowed you to pull back fully.

“yes.” tsu’tey said, cupping your elbow. “now hold this position.”

“it’s hard,” you whispered, your fingers gripping the bow with all your might.

“hold this position until i say so or i will make you run to home tree and back.” tsu’tey said.

you had to grit your teeth. you kept your stance locked. you kept your core tight and yourself tall— but your breathing soon gave way. the bow was large. it was heavy. the string was thick and harsh against your callous-less fingers. soon enough, you were shaking.

squeezing your eyes shut, you fought not to let the string pull your arm down. the seconds felt like hours and the minutes felt like days. unless it hadn’t been minutes. you had no idea. everything was moving too slow and with each moment that passed, the odds stacked against you. your bicep was burning. your core was cramping. your hands were beginning to sweat. your breaths came in small gasps.

“release.”

you let the string fly from your finger tips and the bow snapped into shape. if an arrow had been loaded, you wondered how far it would’ve gone.

“resolve is something i don’t have to teach you. that was good enough for now.” tsu’tey said with a small nod. “strength can always be built. willpower cannot. it takes a strong heart to have discipline.”

“and i have a strong heart?” you asked even though you already knew his answer.

“yes,” tsu’tey said even when you didn’t think he would. he looked over the whole of you. his eyes lingered on your mouth. “you have a very strong heart. it is why eywa smiles upon you when i do not.”

“why are you being so rude?” you asked. you turned to face him and shook your head. “seriously. why? did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?”

your phrasing confused him but he did not attempt to understand. “because you have angered me.”

“i’ve angered you? how?” you asked.

tsu’tey hissed and waved his hand. “no. just be quiet. be quiet and do the one thing i taught you. practice your stance so that you do not make a fool of yourself when you attempt to shoot an arrow.”

“if you’re going to be a dick to me then no.” you tossed the bow at him.

he caught it and his eyes widened in a terrible, terrible way. fury. the disrespect of your action could’ve turned him red. he grasped the air beside your head — as if he wanted to crush you in the palm of his hand — and bared his teeth.

“get out of my sight, demon.” he murmured through his teeth. “we are done. if you are going to act like that, you can sing songs until you lose your voice.”

“no,” you said. suddenly frustrated, you reached to grab the bow back. “i’ll do it. just give it to me.”

“no,” he held it away from you. “you have caused disrespect. you will try again when i tell you. today you will remain weak and unskilled.”

“i’m not weak. stop calling me that.” you whispered with your breath tight in your throat.

tsu’tey laughed at you. “if you tried to show that you were strong today, you showed wrong. your heart is not aligned with your body. and i don’t know if you have a mind at all.”

you shoved him.

tsu’tey stumbled back. he scowled at you, his face pinching in anger as he tilted his head. soundlessly, he warned you not to do that again.

you shoved him again.

he smacked you upside the head. hard. really hard.

“ugh!” you complained, caressing the back of your head. “you are such a fucking jackass!”

“i don’t know what that means, demon, but you are that, too.” tsu’tey hissed.

“it means you are the worst person i’ve ever met! you are mean and cold and cruel! you’re a jerk to me all the time! it’s like you’re allergic to being nice!” you exclaimed all at once. the words just came rushing out with no thought to if he would understand them at all.

“because i don’t like you,” tsu’tey said through his teeth. he glared down at you and stuck his finger in your face. “you and your people are a curse on this land. you are a sickness.”

you laughed at him. “then why did you want to fuck me so bad?”

tsu’tey’s fiery resolve seemed to falter. staring down at you, his ears pinned. he sighed under his breath and looked away. “great mother grant me patience.”

“you won’t even deny it?” you shook you head at him and laughed again. you knew you were rubbing dirt into wounds. you should’ve been careful considering he could’ve done the same to you. “is that why you’re so mad at me? because you want to fuck me?”

he wouldn’t look at you. like a bull, he huffed out of his nose. his face twitched. his tail flicked sharp and fast. frustration had never looked so good on someone. he was a master at it.

“i’m the weak one?” you tutted you tongue and whispered, “some warrior you are if you can’t fight against desire.”

tsu’tey grabbed you by your face. squishing your cheeks between his fingers, he hissed at you. “you never shut your mouth.”

“you don’t even realize what you do to me. you fault me for my poor judgment when you’re the one covering my eyes.” tsu’tey said.

“m’not— doin’ an’thng.” you tried to say between your squished lips as you struggled to free your face from his grasp.

“you are. you don’t even know it because you are a demon in the skin of my people. you rubbed your scent on me at the river. you started a chase game. you asked me about mating. your body was crying in the hot spring.”

“you look at me with those eyes…”

tsu’tey’s grip on your face lessened. his hand clasped around your throat lightly and your hand still flew to his wrist. you couldn’t draw breath. not because he held you too tight but because you forgot how to.

“i— i don’t do it on purpose.” you whispered helplessly.

“i know,” tsu’tey murmured as he ran his thumb along your throat. “which is why i hate you even more. you have no control over your instincts. you have no control over your body. your mind fails you, demon.”

“and my body is failing my mind because of it.”

staring at him, the look in his eyes made your knees weak. he was staring at your mouth. his fingers flexed around your throat. as your eyes met, you stepped forward and tried to kiss him.

“do not…” tsu’tey murmured, glaring at you between the inches that separated you.

you raised your hand up to his face. as your fingers brushed against his cheek, he flinched. his ears pinned. he could’ve hissed at you— but his expression turned warm as you glided your thumb across his lips. his pupils dilated.

“can i have the bow back?” you asked in a whisper. “i’m sorry for throwing it at you.”

rationality seemed to comeback to him. he let go of your throat, his fingertips grazing the beads of your top. your eyes never left each other. he handed you the bow and you took it— or tried to. he didn’t let it go, either. the longer you stared at each other, the more convinced you were that he would kiss you.

you wanted him to.

a sharp yip sliced through the hair and something hit the ground. tsu’tey pushed the bow at you and turned. looking over his shoulder, you saw her. she’d jumped down from the trees above. her bow was in her hand, a magnificent piece of woodwork. her tail flicked as she met your gaze.

neytiri.

“oel ngati kameie,” tsu’tey said, gesturing the act.

neytiri returned the gesture. when her eyes fell upon you again, you signed i see you. she dipped her head the smallest bit and gave a lazy wave of her hand. you couldn’t be offended. that was more than tsu’tey usually gave you.

the pair conversed in navi. they spoke too fast for you to understand. they spoke low, too, as if tsu’tey knew you would be able to understand them if you tried hard enough. some pieces you picked out.

forest.

nantang.

moron.

demon.

they were talking about you. you rolled your eyes and scoffed under your breath. was tsu’tey informing her of how bad your posture was? how weak you were? or was he trying to convince her that you weren’t anything at all.

had she seen you two…

your stomach knotted and you felt sick. if she had seen you two touching and…oh, lord in heaven. you were dead meat. dead. dead before you could be reborn.

tsu’tey whistled and the direhorse returned to the archery clearing. mitsia came to your side and brushed her face against your shoulder. you turned to look at tsu’tey. he mounted his direhorse and pulled neytiri up after him.

“we return to home tree now. quickly, demon.”

you mounted your direhorse and were quick to follow after him and neytiri. one of her arms were hooked around his waist. you had no time to feel jealous because all you felt was sick. had she seen you both? would you be placed in front of the olo’eyktan and the tsahik and scolded? worse, would you be banished? executed?

you could hardly walk straight as you entered home tree. when you arrived, people were in uproar. tsu’tey was quick to come to your side and grab you by the back of your arm. you looked up at him but he did not meet your gaze and you weaved your way through the crowd of people gathered by the meeting circle.

“mawey!” the tsahik said, raising her hands high into the air.

silence followed— all but one voice. as you and tsu’tey broke through the crowd of people, you saw him. for a moment, you recoiled at the sight of tactical jeans and an RDA issued shirts on a blue figure.

regretfully, it took you a moment to recall that face of his in his avatar body.

“jake!” you exclaimed, your pupils blowing wide and your ears perking.

tsu’tey hissed as you pulled your arm free from his grasp. you didn’t care. not about anything else. you nearly tackled him to the floor as you threw your arms around him. jake caught you, stumbling to keep you both upright. a near cry slipped passed your lips to see a familiar face.

to see a true friend.

“holy shit, eris.” jake breathed as his arms tightened around your waist. it had taken him a moment to register your blue face, too.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you asked as you pulled away. when you met his eyes, you saw the scratches and the bruises on his face. you lifted your hand to his jaw and gasped softly. “jesus, jake, are you okay?”

“they really should’ve put us through ground training. i may know my way around a gun and hand-to-hand combat, but that’s all useless out here in these woods. i nearly got torn to pieces by a pack of these ugly ass wolf-things trying to keep norm and grace safe. norm got hurt and so i did the only thing i could which was distract them and run.”

“thankfully that blue valkyrie over there found me.” jake said with a glance toward neytiri. his brows raised and he smiled at you. “her and a group of hunters. they saved my ass.”

before you could say anything else, the tsahik approached. she raised her hand and instinctively you stepped away from jake. you bowed your head. jake stiffened as the tsahik grabbed him by his chin and examined the cuts on his face.

“you know him.” the tsahik stated a fact and she glanced at you.

“yes. he’s in my program. we work for grace augustine.” you said.

“nice to meet you,” jake said with a polite tilt of his head.

tsu’tey stepped forward, speaking words that jumbled in your ears. you picked out what you could. what was important.

how many demons!

you clenched your teeth. you knew exactly what he was asking. how many of you would come here? your arrival had been an accident. a pure chance of fate. was jake’s run-in with the nantang the same? or was it planned?

from his volatile expression alone, tsu’tey seemed to think you were now being planted here.

“you.” tsu’tey hissed as he grabbed you by the back of your neck. “walk.”

“hey, woah, woah, woah.” jake pulled his face away from mo’at and turned. he stuck his arm out, hitting tsu’tey in the chest. “you best take your hands off her right now or we’re gonna have a fuckin’ problem.”

tsu’tey bared his teeth.

“jake,” you whispered his name and guided his hand back towards his side. “it’s fine…”

before jake could say anything else, tsu’tey pushed you along. you tried your best to shrug him off but he wouldn’t let you go. his grip was tight. too tight. tighter than it had ever been as he guided you up the center column of home tree.

“ow!” you hissed as he shoved you into his hut by the back of or your neck.

“sit.” he demanded, pointing to the floor.

you were quick to drop down. you watched as he paced. you could see the thoughts running through his mind. you tensed as he crouched down in front of you. staring into his eyes, you’d never been afraid of him. never truly.

you were now.

“who is that man?” tsu’tey asked in a lower, calmer voice than you expected.

“jake sully,” you said. you wracked your brain for anything else remotely useful. “he…he’s new to the avatar program like me. he is a marine.”

“marine?” tsu’tey asked.

“warrior.” you said.

tsu’tey seemed to scowl. he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “demon warrior ends up here? by chance? tell me truthfully and i’ll reward you with not killing you…has this man been sent here?”

“no,” you said. the word jumped from your throat. all you could do was shake your head. you were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him him. “i— i mean…i don’t think so.”

“but he could have been?” tsu’tey asked.

“not by grace…”

your heart sank. grace would’ve never sent anyone to infiltrate the omatikaya— but quaritch would.

he could.

he already had…

jake was a marine just like him. it was too easy. it was too perfect— and it was a real possibility.

had you not given the colonel enough information? did you not have the skills to give him the kind of information he needed to know? did he tangle jake into this because jake could find out exactly what it is that he wanted to know?

how the hell to kill tsu’tey.

you stared into tsu’tey’s eyes and you both knew there was only one way to get answers.

“i need you to return to your body and find out what you can about how he ended up here. if his story matches with grace’s…maybe eywa has a a twisted sense of humor after all.” tsu’tey looked past you and spoke in a whisper, “if this demon warrior has been sent to spy, it wouldn’t be the first time your people have sent someone here to do such a thing.”

your stomach dropped. you knew all too well the kind of spies they sent to infringe on the na’vi. you knew, too, the kind of man who devised such a thing.

maybe jake really had been planted here…

“okay.” you exhaled a soft breath and placed your hand on you belly where the anxious pit sat. “alright…but if i go back now i won’t be able to come back until tomorrow.”

tsu’tey leaned in close and placed his hand on your tummy. your eyes fell closed as he dragged his lips across your forehead. the pain in your belly melted away like ice cream on a hot day. you exhaled the breath you held trapped in your throat.

“na’vi warriors are brave.” tsu’tey looked down at you and tilted his head. “are you brave?”

are you a na’vi?

that was the question he did not ask.

where do your loyalties lie, eris?

“hang tight, okay? i’ll be back as soon as i can.” you said softly, your breath all tangled in your chest.

“i don’t know what ‘hang tight’ is but i will know relief once i see you again.” tsu’tey said.

heat flooded your cheeks and your ears perked. your tail swayed and you knew your pupils were as wide as the moon you’d never see again. slowly, you dipped your head and signed, i see you.

tsu’tey dipped his head the slightest bit.

he could see you, too, even if he was stubborn.

“go.” he ordered with a stern wave of his hand.

and off you went.

— 🌌 —

each time you returned to your body, you grew to hate the lab lights even more. you pushed yourself out of your link-pod. a group of specialists were surrounding jake’s pod. his face was displayed on the screen beside it. grace was smoking a cigarette with a look of utter defeat plastered on her face.

how many idiots was she going to lose?

two.

because there were only two people stupid enough to get lost— you and jake.

“you’re back early,” grace said as you made your way over.

“what’s going on?” you asked through the dryness in your mouth. whether it was because you hadn’t had water since this morning or the fact that you were anxious, you couldn’t tell.

“the marine got himself lost and separated.” grace sighed. she put out her cigarette on the top of jake’s pod and shook her head.

“how?” you asked even though you already knew.

well, you knew what jake told you.

but was jake’s story the real story?

“we were out on an excursion gathering samples. tree roots so that i could test my new hypothesis on the almost neural-like connection the trees have to each other. we stumbled too close to a viperwolf den and it was like the seventh circle of hell opened up on us.” grace said.

she looked up at the screen displaying jake’s face and rolled her eyes. “for as hard as he is to work with in the lab, tactically he’s a blessing. our trigger-happy marine sprung straight into actions and kept norm from getting his face torn off.”

“the funny thing is,” grace tapped jake’s pod and looked down at you. “he didn’t even shoot a single bullet. he used himself as bait and angered the pack. he was gone into the trees. norm’s avatar suffered some nasty injuries. i couldn’t wait to bring him back and so we had to leave jake.”

“i’m just hoping the poor bastard is somewhere safe.” grace said with her lips pressed into a thin line.

“jake is in home tree.”

grace’s brows drew together and her lips parted— but no words came out. not a sound.

you’d never seen grace speechless before.

the cogs turned in her mind and she nodded once. “and you were sent back because there’s no way in hell you didn’t recognize him. i’m sure that did not bode well with your teacher, huh?”

you shook your head. “no, ma’am. tsu’tey is now questioning whether or not we’re being planted in home tree to…to spy on them…”

it was difficult for you to say.

grace pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips. she inhaled a long, slow breath. when she let it out, all the tension she held went with it.

“well, i can’t really blame a skeptic for being skeptical, can i?” grace ran her hand through her short ginger hair. whatever she was thinking, it made you even more nervous when she stared at the red button that would pull jake from his link-pod.

“what?” you asked. the silence was nearly killing you.

“tsu’tey and i share a similar fear. if selfridge finds out one of the marine mutts is now in home tree, he’s going to tell the colonel. if the colonel knows, he’ll use jake to his advantage— and the last thing i need is for miles fucking quaritch to get his hands anywhere near my program.”

“we need to go.” grace said. she looked down and you and seemed to hesitate. “pack whatever you need. we won’t be back here for a while.”

your brows drew together and you shook your head. “what? where are we going?”

“we’re going full blue.” grace turned and sucked in a tight breath. she cursed inaudibly. “sorry about this jake.”

grace slammed her hand on the red button.

a swarm of people rushed over and grace was quick to open the hatch. you saw her begin to shine a light into jake’s eyes before the two of them were swallowed up by white coats. slowly, you turned away. you had to pack.

grace was sending the team incognito to try and sway the iron grip miles quaritch would hold on jake if he found out where jake’s avatar was.

grace was worried about the wrong avatar driver.

because you were about to become the colonels spy in both bodies.

thank you for reading :) hope you enjoyed! and thanks for the patience, too. i wish i had more time to write but alas… see ya when i see ya :P —moony

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH- 22 : A love confession and a sharp toothed friend?

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Summary: Where you remember far more of your memories you didn't want to. You also get finally confessed! Yay! :)

A.n : TW for unconsented touch, trauma, hints at pedophelia. Again, remember to take a breather if you need to. (1)

" Settle down now (Y/n). Today's a big day okay?"

Your mom was fixing your dress for you. Why did she look so huge all of a sudden, also younger...you looked down at yourself and brought out your hands in front of you. You no longer had your adult body, but a body of a child. What happened...?

You mom fixed some of your loose hair strands and patted your cheeks. "Alright, you're all ready to go." Go where? You didn't know. But your body automatically started to move. You could feel you were really excited in your mind.

Running out of your room and down the stairs, you ran into your best friend, Melody. She was also a child like you. She was dressed in beautiful pink frilly dress. You both let out an excited squeal seeing each other and jumped.

The scene changed to a party. There were a lot of people walking around, holding a glass in their hand. You small form was taking everything in, laughing and running around. Beside you were Melody and a few other children you couldn't remember. A boy took your hand while pointing at something and laughing. It was fun. You could sense you and that boy were close. But no matter how much you thought, you couldn't remember his name.

The scene yet again changed. This time you found yourself beside sitting beside a man. This man was your father. He was dressed in a classy suit while talking with others. You sat beside him dutifully with a smile on your face. That was your job. Just as it was your job to greet every guest with a polite smile with a courtesy. Everyone was talking about how cute and obedient you were. It was hard to find someone like you. You know every line of that made your dad prouder.

Suddenly you found yourself in front of a large man. His body was huge. You recognized him as your uncle. However, there were scribbles on his face. Like your brain didn't want to remember him at any cost. Warning bells rang in your mind. You told yourself to run, get away from that man. But you couldn't control your body. This dream wasn't yours to control was it? You can only watch.

You watched in horror as your dad placed yourself in that pig's arms. You could somehow see how your small face almost srunched up from the excessive perfume he was wearing but your forced yourself to smile. You forced yourself to smile as he squeezed your small form against him while talking with your father who never seemed to notice your distress. You smiled as his hands were holding you in places where you were sure he wasn't supposed to.

You were screaming, crying inside your body. You felt dirty. You felt like bugs were crawling all over your body where he touched. However, the small you didn't flinch or understood anything. She played the role of the perfect daughter. You were weeping, holding yourself close as you tried to bang the cage that was holding you captive in this body. You would do anything to get out of this situation. Anything.

You woke up in cold sweat, barely suppressing a scream. You became largely aware of all the bodies that were far too close to you. A tear suddenly fell from your face. You reached out your hand and touched your cheek to already find it wet. How long had you been crying?

You slowly tried to get up. However it still stirred up Charlie and Niffty who were the most close to you. They watched you get up as they poofed back to human and rubbed their eyes. "(Y/n)...? What's wrong?" Charlie asked slowly.

" It's... it's nothing.. really...just a nightmare." You tried to sound brave, however the cracks in your voice proved otherwise. "Why are you crying? Don't cry. I don't like it. " Niffty suddenly grabbed you cheeks as she tried to wipe your tears. But you flinched away from her touch making them both surprised.

"I-i'm sorry. I just need a moment to catch up. I'll be right back." You whispered quickly while standing up. "Don't worry, I'll just be in the balcony. You guys can go ahead and sleep okay?" You didn't wait their response as you quickly fled. You didn't know why you suddenly remembered that from the back of your head. You tried so hard to forget it, suppress it all this time. You almost did too. Actually you know why you remembered. It's because of that episode yesterday.

You opened up the front door to your balcony and slowly closed it behind you. You weren't sure what time it was. But everything was quiet save for a few crickets. Cold wind was blowing. The night view looked almost ethical. You remembered exactly why you bought this place. You took a deep breath in the fresh air as you leaned on the railing and fresh tears started to flow from your eyes. Cry, cry now then in front of others. Besides you were strong now and you knew better than the small you. No man could ever touch you like that again. That was your only source of relief.

Inside Charlie and Niffty were both confused and worried. They didn't miss the panic in your eyes when Niffty tried to touch you. You had the same look as Angel's. It was clear the nightmare you had clearly shook you to the core. She gently shook Vaggie awake to discuss what to do. She didn't trust enough in herself to handle this alone.

After slight discussion, they both admitted it would best to let the man, who knows what to do in these situations best, handle it. They slowly began to woke up Angel. They felt really bad to do this, however there wasn't any other choice. They didn't even notice when Niffty was gone from the room.

" Angel...Angel wake up.. please.."

" Ugh...what..huh? Charlie..?" Angel grumbled as he woke up and poofed to human. He could see it wasn't morning yet. " What's wrong?" " It's about (Y/n)...she.." Charlie looked down. Angel understood this situation was serious as he quickly leaned down to listen to her better. He also noticed that (Y/n) wasn't in the room anywhere. Something was definitely wrong.

" What happened with 'er?"

Husk was still pretending to be asleep as he kept his ear out to listen in the conversation that was happening. "So you're telling me... She had a bad dream? And ran out to the balcony? Are you sure it's serious?" He said scratching his neck. "Yes, we're sure. She had a look on her face that we hadn't seen before. She looked like...you earlier.." His hands stopped at his neck. What did they you had the same look as him? Did you see something similar to him?

" I'll go talk with her.. you girls go back to sleep." He quickly got up from the bed and headed towards the door. Leaving two worried girls behind.

Your tears had almost stopped by the time he came beside you. You were so in your head that you got startled when he stood beside you. You quickly looked away, not wanting him to see your tear stained face.

"....did they wake you up?"

" Yeah....they did.... toots, what happened..?"

You stiffened a bit. " Ah, it's nothing. It's just..just a nightmare that's all. You can go back to sleep. I'll head back soon." You quickly wiped your face and turned to him, trying your best to procure a smile.

Angel wasn't having any of that. He knew that smile too well. It resembled his. It was an act, he knew. He knew it was meant to fool others. And you would have succeeded, if it wasn't Angel dust you were talking to. The king of all the actors.

He went ahead to hold you hand, but you moved it away with a sniff and again looked away. " J-just go inside okay? Don't worry about me. I'm fineee" With this, it was confirmed.

" (Y/n).. did you have a nightmare cause of the episode yesterday? "

Silence.

" Did any of the events triggered you? Made you remember something? "

Another long silence. Angel sighed and looked ahead at the forest. " You know you aren't alone right? You can talk to me about it...you know I won't judge you no matter what happens, right? You already know what kinda fucked up person I am. " He looked back at you with a small smile. You peeked at him from the corner. Your walls slightly down. You.. could trust him. After all , he trusted all of you with his back ground.

But you didn't know where to start. You've never told anyone this before. Not even your mom or Melody. You hugged you body close. Just thinking about saying those things out of your mouth was enough to make you feel like vomiting. Angel noticed that.

" Wanna talk by the staircase? We don't have to worry about anyone listening there. "

You weakly nodded. Angel guided both of you to sit at the top of the steps of the staircase. " You can..begin whenever you feel ready alright? I'm here for you." You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the shit you were about to say.

You slowly opened you mouth and mumbled something. But it was far too quiet to reach his ears so he scooted closer. Finally you began to tell the contents of your dream. You broke down while telling about that shitty excuse of an uncle of yours as you wept in your hands. Angel slowly patted your back, rubbing soothing circles over it.

" Shh, it's going to be alright. You're very brave for telling me this okay?" Angel softly whispered in your ears. You felt like a rock was lifted of your chest. However you also felt afraid of how he'd think of you after that.

" Can I hug you?" He asked softly. You looked up at him with tear ridden eyes. He wanted to...hug you..after the shit he saw tonight. Would you...be okay with it? However seeing the honest small smile on his face made all you worries disappear like air as you nodded. He slowly tugged you towards him till you were sat in middle of him. It was a bit awkward for the both of you, but finally you settled down. The side of your face buried in his chest fluff as you let out few small hiccups.

His chest fluff felt like a warm pillow. You could feel yourself drowning in it. " I..I didn't know letting walls down could feel so great..I was so so afraid...of being judged.." Angel held your face closer to him, almost enclosing you in with his arms in a protective manner.

" But letting walls down..can sometimes

Set you straight..~"

Angel's soft singing voice cut throughout the night. You blinked in confusion. Was he singing the song you guys saw today. You closed your eyes and sang the next part together.

" We're all living in the

            Same shit sandwich ~ "

Lulled by his soft singing voice and the sound of his heartbeat, you found peace once again as you closed you eyes. Angel, who had his head rested on top of yours, closed his eyes as well. Two broken and bruised heart found solace in one another and the night moved on.

" ...looks like we didn't need to do anything" Vaggie whispered. The whole crew was right around the corner. All of them except Alastor had turned into their animal forms to not form a large crowd and make space for others. Alastor deer form would take up more space as a human. As such he was the only one who didn't change.

While Charlie was waking up Vaggie, Niffty quickly scampered onto the other room to inform Alastor. However she wasn't as quiet as she thought she was. The talking made the other animals wake up as well. They all gathered up together later as they decided to listen in for now. Looks like it was the right course of action.

Alastor took a lighter and lit up a cigarette he borrowed from the effeminate fellow before. This seemed like a good time. Each by each, everyone's backstory is being revealed to the crew. Their deepest darkest things they never wanted anyone to know. He wondered if his turn was coming soon. If so, what would they show?

Charlie brought a blanket from the inside and slowly draped it over you two. She then turned into a sheep and nuzzled close to the pair. Vaggie flew and sat on your head. Niffty very slowly climbed on top of your lap. The other animals soon also joined as they surrounded you and Angel.

The next morning was pleasant surprise for you. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as sunlight fell on them. "Wha-what? " At first you didn't realise when you came out of the cabin but the memories soon came rushing in. But before it could spiral any father you were brought back to reality by a gentle squeeze from Angel who gave you a big toothy grin as others also began to wake up slowly.

After eating breakfast and waving Charlie and Vaggie as they went to their workplaces. You realised you didn't have much to do. After helping around the house, which there weren't much space in the first place. You were left with nothing. But suddenly you had an idea.

You hadn't worked out in quite a while. Years actually. You had been too lazy. Your body was less fit then before. Otherwise that day that shitty guy named Ajax or whatever wouldn't be able to move you so easily.

With newfound determination, you started jogging outside around the lake. You asked Niffty to join you because of the butterfly incident before and she was more then happy. After a bit of running, you began to stretch a bit.

Angel and the rest of the crew were watching you two exercise. Pentious wanted to join you seeing you all laughing but felt too shy. You took a break in the middle as you sat down beside the lake to cool off and others joined you. Cherri threw you guys a bottle of water. " Thank Cherr, appreciate it." You whispered before drinking it.

All this exercise made you really sweaty. Especially since you did it after a long time. You picked up the corner of your top to remove the sweat of your face. However this action caused your abdomen to be visible to others. You knew it but didn't really think much about it .

They however, very much did. Angel almost had nose bleed seeing the toned body of yours. You didn't have any six pack abs or something like that but it was clear you once had. Sweat stuck to you like water droplets as it dropped downwards from your body. Down and down till it met with the hem of your pants. Every curve of your body, every inch of your belly was perfect to them. The mere image of it caused all the members except Niffty to blush.

" Fuck, I want to be that shirt..." Cherri whispered. All the heads whipped around at her.

" Hm, did you say something?" You looked up at Cherri since you didn't quite catch what she said. Only to find everyone staring at you. "What? Is something wrong?" You looked at all their faces.

Alastor coughed. " N-no, it's fine dear. Do you need some towels?"  He walked up to you, his hands behind his back leaning down towards you.

You couldn't help but be a little suspicious of the way they were acting but decided to ignore it. "Yeah a towel would be appreciated."

Immediately multiple people started to head back towards the cabin. Leaving only you, Niffty and Alastor outside. Niffty was laying down on the grass, comparing clouds.

" Hehe, that one's looks like a needle! If only I had such a big needle to stab the cockroaches with.."

Alastor sat down next to you. You were throwing stones in the pond, seeing how far you can make them skip. " Can you swim? " He suddenly asked making you raise your eye brows. " Yeah I can. Why?" You said while throwing a another stone as you watched it skip away. " Nothing, just curious, that's all " He hummed.

Suddenly you remembered something as you turned at him with a grin.

" Remember the time I patted your ears and apparently you wagged your tail-"

Loud splashing noise.

That motherfucker pushed you into the goddamn lake! You fell face first as you quickly moved your arms and legs to float up to see Alastor standing in front of you with a shit eating grin on his face. Niffty quickly joined his side hearing the splashing noise.

" My my, I believe we might need more towel. Niffty be a dear and let Angel know."

You pouted at him, half wanting to drag him inside. However you don't know how much mad that would make him. You didn't want to wake up one day with a knife to your throat.

When you were thrown into the lake, a very small cut of you reopened unbeknownst to you. Small amount of blood seeped onto the water, making the already hungry and alerted being go crazy. It was waiting, patiently waiting for a prey to catch and now you were here, in the water. It made a beeline towards you, jaws with sharp glistening teeth opened wide.

Alastor's ears twitched in middle of laughing as his keen eyes caught what seemed to be movement in the water. His survival instincts were on a roll.

" (Y/n). ( Y/n) Give me your hand. You need to get out."

" What what's going on-"

" RIGHT NOW! "

As soon as you gave him your hand, he pulled you to him in such a quick pace that you faceplanted onto his chest, knocking both of you to the ground. The sharks jaw missed your leg by an inch.

Alastor saw it jump up from the water.  Their eyes locked together. The blue eyes between his red, piercing into Alastor's brown ones. The sharks open jaw closed upon finding it's prey has gotten away. The girl that was supposed to be his lunch tucked away in the arms of who resembled far too much like his Number one enemy, Alastor.

Vox splashed back into the water. But how was this even possible ? Alastor had been missing for seven years now. Was he here in this...human world all these time? As a human??

Water from your body was soaking Alastor's shirt thoroughly but he payed it no mind. His attention was at the blue steel fin that was on circling on top of the lake. You also followed his gaze as your heart almost stopped seeing the fin. You realised just how close to death you were.

You stood up while looking at it as the shark also peeked it's head up. It had sharp red teeth ready to bite. Since when did your tiny lake had a robotic shark swimming in it and why weren't you informed of it? Unless..

Alastor stood up beside you. His grin had returned despite the drenched appearance he found himself in. He had both of his hands behind his back as he leaned forward.

" It's good to see you again old pal. "

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Turns out, this robotic shark who almost killed you was Vox. Vox the TV overlord, Alastor's rival. Alastor and Vox had a long talk with each other. You couldn't hear what Vox was saying but you did hear Alastor's and they were quarreling. Angel and the others soon joined you guys as they become engaged in the conversation as well.

" You tried to destroy Charlie's hotel!  " You yelled at Vox.

' What the fuck are you talking about woman?! I don't even know you! '

After many jib jabs and more arguing later, Vox was able to learn two things. First, he was from a cartoon. He was from a damn cartoon! He wouldn't have believed it if Val's famous porn star hadn't came and shown him a video of him and Alastor. Second, everyone already knew how to turn back to human form but when he asked, no one said anything.

There was another familiar face in the crowd. Honestly he wouldn't have recognised him if he immediately didn't show an interest towards him. Vox asked for some food, swallowing his pride. But Alastor banned others from giving it.

" Only and if only he agrees to be locked down, then he will be fed. Like any proper pet. "

' Why the fuck would I let you do that? '

" To ensure you can't harm us of course. If it was up to me, I would have let you starve. But miss princess bleeding heart and our most gracious host wouldn't want that "

' There's no fucking way! '

" Your choice. Come now darling, let's not waste any more time with him. You'll catch a cold. " Alastor put a hand behind your back as he guided you back to the cabin. You took a peek behind to see Vox looking at you all in disbelief and hurt.

You took a shower and by the time you came out, it was already night. Charlie and Vaggie had joined the others as they also learnt what happened. " Really? Vox is here? That piece of shit! I'll go give him a piece of my mind-"

Alastor stopped her before she could storm out. " Now now my dear Vaggie. You don't need to worry. I'm sure he is suffering enough by himself." Alastor said laughing while stirring the pot. He insisted on making dinner tonight and made sure the windows of the kitchen were as open as they could be so the smell reaches Vox and makes him more desperate. He was a sadist alright.

Charlie sat down next to you as she and Vaggie talked to you about their day. Apparently Charlie's place was hiring another guy since their success. Adrian told her she could bring Vaggie if she wanted. But Vaggie was already enlisted in a another job. Though Adrian also added this time, he needed an extra hand in the kitchen. So you needed someone who could also cook well.

There was also a another thing you had been waiting to react to. A song that came some time after the release of the first few episodes. ' Thank you and goodnight ' from the old cast. Honestly you'll miss them a lot. And now was the perfect time to react to it. You all collected your bowl of gumbo Alastor cooked and sat down to react. It started with Alastor.

' Well, it's been a wild ride and we've enjoyed every insane minute of it! We don't know what the future holds. But we're grateful for every moment we got to spend with you! '

You were very grateful as well. They gave you so many good memories and laughs.

' But all good things must come to an end

And I guess this is our time

So so long,farewell and we'll

See you in the other side!

But it's not goodbye forever

Cause we're all down here together

And we hope we get to see you

when you die.. '

The lyrics were really touching your heart. And thankfully from a some twist of fate, you got see them before you died.

' We may be monsters creeps and killers

But we'll miss you just the same ! '

You'll miss them too. But that won't be easy considering they are with you right now. Charlie was really enjoying this song as well, you could tell. Almost everyone was singing this part now.

' If anyone out there can hear me

I have one last thing to say

Despite the unideal location

We hope you enjoyed your stay '

You did, you really did. You were eating and sniffing at the same time.

' We had so much fun so thank you

And goodnight! '

You sniffed looking at the crew as the song ended. " You guys have to sing this in real life. Please?" You gave them your best puppy eyes. Charlie was super on board. Alastor, Angel and Husk wasn't sure what to feel completely. But it was a sweet song targeted towards their audience, that much they all admitted. It was nice.

" How was the gumbo my dear?" Alastor asked as he was taking back the plates to wash.

" It was absolutely delicious! Can you cook more dishes as well?"

" I'm glad you think so. And of course I can. My mother showed me many recipes so may not overburden my partner in future. " He said proudly.

" That's amazing! And I've decided you're going to work as a cook with Charlie!"

"..... What??"

Alastor was almost about to drop the plates in the sink from shock. Him? As a cook? That's outrageous! " My dear I truly have to ask for you to reconsider your decision. Perhaps I can work as a radio broadcaster here as well. I'm sure people will be charmed to hear my voice!"

" I'm sure they would, but I don't think they have any vacant spots left. Besides there might be too much of paparworks for that..so Cafe it is! Besides your cooking is far too good!"

You walked away without giving him any more chance to argue as he grumbled. ' Damned woman...'

Another reason for choosing Alastor was so he can't target you during the day. So keeping him busy with work should be a well enough solution. And you knew he couldn't reject since he was still a 'gentleman' and he had to pay you back some way. You knew guys like him doesn't like to owe anyone anything. So it was two birds in one stone for you.

You were forced by the others to sleep in your bed tonight alone. Angel slept at one corner of the bed. And Husk at the other. Around two or three am, you stood up from the bed and looked around to make sure everyone was asleep. When they were, you tiptoed into the kitchen and brought out a big fish and slowly went outside.

Vox was going crazy with hunger. He felt weak and small. Earlier arguments drained a lot of his energy away from him. He cursed Alastor from his soul. If it wasn't for his intervention, he might have been able to get some food. That bastard also purposely made sure he could smell the food being cooked inside. And god it smelt so good. He wanted to choke the life out of him.

Was this how he was going to die now? As a damn robotic shark in middle of nowhere? Why? Why him? He could feel his stomach grumbling, demanding food. Hell, he was even ready to beg for it now. Who knew hunger felt so cruel..so torturing..

Blood..? Did he just smell blood? And..there are small waves up above. There was someone there! He quickly began to swim upwards. A lost hope kindling inside fast.

You went around the lake after you got out of the cabin. Your hand clutching the fish hardly as you crouched down. You tried think about how to call him up. You couldn't call out his name. It might wake up others at the cabin.

So you tore of some bits of the fish and splashed it around the lake. Sharks could detect movement and smell blood right? Turns out they indeed could. As not even after minutes of doing that Vox came upwards with his jaw wide open.

You were prepared this time as you quickly backed away as you watched him try to get those small pieces. Soon he brought up his head and locked eyes with you.

' You...what are you doing here? Did you finally come here to feed me? Please god, I'll do anything!'

You of course couldn't understand what he might have been saying. But you guessed he was desperate seeing how he was circling around and peeking at you and the fish with big eyes. You crouched down again and whispered.

" Listen, I brought you some food so you don't die. But you can't tell the others. Only if you agree to come back with us in the cabin civilized tomorrow, then I'll give it to you. Do you agree to these terms? "

He nodded agressievly. He wasn't even paying much attention to the things you were saying. His eyes glued to the fish. "Alright you promised it. If you break it Alastor would actually starve you to death."

You threw the fish at him and he jumped from the lake to catch it between his jaws as you watched agape. Again feeling reassured that you didn't become his food yesterday. As soon as Vox ate the whole fish it felt like someone poured cold water on his burning hunger. He was finally relieved as he looked up at his saviour. Moonlight was shining on your face. You were smiling at him, at him. You were giving him such a tender smile.

He felt something twist within him. He wanted to see that face closer. The one who fed him, saved him. It was like he was looking at the face of an Angel.

Golden lights surrounded him as you watched awe struck. You were stuck to your place as the light slowly subsided as and Vox pushed himself up using his arms till your faces were inches apart.

You gaped looking at his form. Water was cascading down from his black hair and his lower half was still under the water as he looked at you. His blue eyes were shining like jewels. You could see he still had sharp teeth and he had a hat on him as well. Somehow he also had two antenna's on him as he looked at you like you were the greatest thing alive. The next three words that came from his mouth left you in shock.

" I love you. "

" HUH???"

A.n :  Let me say this first, what [reader] went through is actually a very common thing around us sadly. I was a victim of similar act so I know just how shitty it can make someone feel. But please, if something like that happens, do not keep it between yourself and share it so the preparator can be brought under justice. And just know I'm here for you. ❤️

We finally got an official confession! Hooray! It was at the heat of the moment but hey, a confession is a confession! Let's see how it affects the others. :)

Also thank you for all the kind messages in the last chapter sniff. Y'all are too sweet.

A bad news though, my year final exam starts from the next month till August. So I'll have to go on a small hiatus. Pray that it goes well otherwise I'll probably be disowned by my Asian parents (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and the future of this fic will be uncertain.

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

[1spy]

1988 | Guns N' Roses - "Patience"

I was riding my bike with a friend back in middle school, and he started singing this song that sounded really cool. The kids now would call it a meme song, where there's just one catchy bit that gets memorized and transmitted instantly to seemingly every kid you know. All I know is we were riding our bikes around and singing this song at the top of our lungs like kids did back then:

Take me down to the paradise city / Where the grass is green and girls are pretty / Oh won't you please take me home

It was so dumb and fun. And I had not, at the time, even seen the video for "Paradise City." In fact, the first video I remember seeing from Guns N' Roses was their mega-popular acoustic ballad "Patience."

It's not the most representative song in their catalog. GNR's debut album, Appetite for Destruction, had come out in 1987 and was full of heavy, uncompromisingly sleazy hard rock bangers that made other LA hair metal bands sound tame and fake in comparison. The album painted a portrait of a Hollywood underworld where sex and drugs are traded for access and opportunity, but where the American dream is most likely to end in an overdose. All of which seemed pretty far away from my life in suburban Spring, Texas.

But Patience was a perfect entry point for me, a kid whose favorite band was—at the time—the Eagles. The gentle acoustic ballad opens with Axl whistling, which may have been a savvy bid for pop relevance only one year after Bobby McFerrin's huge #1 hit "Don't Worry Be Happy" also included prominent whistling. Patience got all the way to number four.

I wasn't the only one connecting GNR to the Eagles. Hotel California and Appetite for Destruction have similar themes involving sex, excess, and corruption in a drug-soaked Hollywood. Axl had performed backing vocals on Don Henley's album, End of the Innocence. And Henley played drums and sang backup when Guns N' Roses played "Patience" on the 1989 American Music Awards.

It took two years for it to happen, but the singles for "Welcome to the Jungle," "Paradise City," "Sweet Child O' Mine" and "Patience" eventually made the band ubiquitous. And Axl was constantly in the news for being a terrible human: starting shows late, nearly starting riots at his own shows, saying racist, misogynistic, and homophobic shit, and otherwise being a huge asshole.

At the time none of that mattered to me. What mattered was the way I felt when I pressed play on the CD. It was exhilarating every every single time. It still is. Appetite for Destruction is the best selling debut album of all time because it has no skips. It's an incredible hard rock album front to back, full of songs that are musical, surprising, funny, sophisticated, angry, and—more than anything else—convincing. It was hard to listen to Appetite and then put on Warrant, Poison or Motley Crue. Nirvana killed all those bands, but GNR put them on notice.

"Patience" wasn't on Appetite. It was on a follow-up collection of two EPs called GN'R Lies. The GNR half was old live performances from 1986 ("Move to the City" was my fave). The "Lies" half was a set of four acoustic originals whose popularity may have inspired MTV Unplugged:

"Patience"- the second song I ever learned to play on guitar all the way through.

"Used to Love Her" - A jokey song about killing your girlfriend and burying her in the back yard.

"You're Crazy" - Better, bluesier, and somehow darker than the version on Appetite.

"One in a Million" - The song whose lyrics included racist, anti-immigrant, and homophobic slurs, but also functioned as an Axl Rose origin story.

Even when I was a kid listening, the lyrics to "One in a Million" bugged me because Axl's lyrics on the song weren't just hateful, they were the worst lyrics he had recorded. It was a missed opportunity, because it's probably the best song on this record. It was his best vocal performance, it had the best solo, and Axl whistles over the opening again with an even better melody. It sucks because he ruined the song with half-assed, bigoted lyrics.

None of this is to provide an apologia for GNR (or for me). They were my favorite band until my senior year of high school. They were the reason my first guitar was a Gibson Les Paul like Slash played. And I dove DEEP into both Use Your Illusion records when they came out (I could write three or four more posts about UYI I & II).

But once Izzy Stradlin' left the band, I knew they were never going to make another record as good as Appetite. The best songs off Use Your Illusion are the Izzy songs. The coolest guy in that band was Izzy. And the best post-Appetite record by anyone in the band is Izzy's solo record with the Ju Ju Hounds.

I went to see Guns N' Roses in 1992 with Soundgarden opening. And I'm glad I did. But Izzy wasn't there, and I felt his absence. Basically, it feels like I left GNR when Izzy did.

But if he ever rejoins the band, I might see them again.

Fave lyrics (for someone who loved walking the tough suburban streets of Cypresswood at night):

I've been walking the streets at night Just trying to get it right It's hard to see with so many around You know I don't like being stuck in the crowd And the streets don't change but maybe the names...

[napolonio]

RANT

I honestly hate the phrase "you have it in the 4D, it just has to reflect in the 3D" the implication of there being any separation between 4D and 3D honestly bugs me, it feels like it just prolongs the waiting. Like there is something to achieve in the 3D. A lag that will require you to keep *persisting* in the 4D until the 3D finally decides: "oh well now I will reflect it" when you probably don't even want it anymore lmao. As if the 3D had any sort of free will that allows it to catch up until you somehow "deserve it" because you've "impregnated" your 4D successfully.

To me, this approach only creates more frustration and desperation. Instead I like to realize that the images I see through my human eye are all illusory. Everything is an illusion. There is no separation between my 3D and my 4D, it all is imagination. How can you separate imagination? Why do we choose to create a division?

Using the mirror analogy everyone loves, when you're infront of a mirror wearing a hat, you don't try to take the hat off the reflection, you have to take it off yourself and then it is reflected. Is the reflection instant or is there any lag? You take it off your head and then wait until the mirror finally decides to reflect it? Do you beg? "Hey mirror, I have taken my hat off, can you reflect it?" Do you ask? "I took my hat off 2 years ago, but my miror is still the same. I kept my hat off as an act of persistance but still nothing changes." NO. It's instant. You take it off, you KNOW it is off and you observe it in that freaking mirror, you see it is off.

I.e. if I choose to imagine a red dress in my closet. I don't need to go and check if there is a red dress in my closet, and then call my imagination "fake" because apparently there is no such dress. I realize I observed it, therefore THERE IS a red dress in my closet. I don't need to "wait" for the dress to be in the 3D, I'd be foolish to think that some concept I decided to call "3D" needs to prove me and VALIDATE ME (God??? Supposedly). That dress sure as hell is in my closet, I am seeing it. I am experiencing it. I am identifying with the belief that there is a red dress in my closet, not because I am delulu or some shit, but because I am literally observing it. It is there. No "3D" bitch can tell me otherwise. What even is the 3D? In all seriousness.

The real delusion would be thinking that 3D really is something other that just imagination, images generated by your mind, just a dream you're walking through. A playground. A game. A movie. And you are just the creator that decided to disguise as a character, to experience you creations.

THERE. IS. NO. SEPARATION.

IF. YOU. IMAGINED. IT. IT. ALREADY. EXISTS.

THERE. IS. NO. LAG.

THERE. IS. NO. INNER. AND. OUTER. WORLD. JUST. IMAGINATION. EVERYTHING. IS. MENTAL.

Ps. The belief that something you called 3D has not "reflected" your "4D reality", is also imagination. You are imagining, and very often choosing to identify with those imaginal acts where you lack something and call it your reality, your beloved 3D. When really, it all is an illusion. Imaginary scenes. You are free. Have fun. Imagine lovely things. Play the game, don't let the game play you.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

PHIA SABAN INTERVIEWED FOR CONTENTMODE MAGAZINE.

CONGRATULATIONS ON HOUSE OF THE DRAGON! HOW HAS THE PROCESS BEEN SO FAR?

"Thank you! It’s a cool thing."

"When we’re working on it we’re in our own little microcosm with each other and those characters, and now it’s coming out and we’re seeing it all link up and become something else."

"It’s very new to me."

"Acting on screen still feels very new to me."

"I am so lucky to get to work with this group of people, they are so clever and loving."

"Recently we’ve been promoting the show and have been asked for opinions and explanations about our characters and the story."

"I’ve found it a new and funny facet of the job, to be asked sometimes to represent myself and speak from the character and for the bigger picture."

"It can feel different from acting, where you engage with the contradictions and spend more time with the mystery and the magic than the answers."

"I guess I’m saying that I’ve found this process contains multitudes."

"And watching the show is surreal — there are all my pals in wigs!"

MANY DIE-HARD GAME OF THRONES FANS HAVE READ THE BOOK SERIES AND ANTICIPATE PLOT POINTS IN THE TELEVISION SERIES. HOW DO YOU PROVIDE A FRESH TAKE ON FAMILIAR MATERIAL?

"It’s major to be part of something that people already feel passionate about, but it’s also exciting to have the chance to subvert expectations."

"It’s fun to make up little secrets that only you know about."

"As a viewer, I always like to be surprised anyway."

"I think it’s important (and fun) to have some irreverence for the genre so that you’re not patronizing your audience."

"The hope is to be part of something that challenges people!"

YOU'VE FOUND SUCCESS IN THE FANTASY AND DRAMATIC GENRES. ARE THERE ANY OTHER GENRES YOU'D LIKE TO EXPLORE?

"Yes! I miss being in plays so much."

"I cannot wait to be in the theater again."

"I’ve never been in a film, I’d love to make an independent one."

"Oh! To be in something people call a ‘picture’!"

"Recently I’ve been fantasizing about learning motion-capture and playing some sort of animal or creature."

"I’d love to be part of a suburban coming-of-age film, like the ones I obsessed over growing up."

"I’d like to do a great limited series, an intense crime one."

"And I could narrowly avoid being eaten by a shark, or an alien."

"I have dreams of doing a time-spanning project."

"I’d like to be the voice of an animation!"

"I‘d love to have a go at the present day."

"And maybe a dystopian future."

"And a Western?"

"I always want to do something funny."

"And strange."

"There are so many TA and filmmakers I admire (I won’t list them but they’re always being lovingly scribbled in my notebook.)"

"I’ll learn Norwegian and French for them!"

"I’m excited to keep finding new people too."

"More than all these, there are so many more things I hope to do, if I’m lucky."

"Not that I give it much thought or anything…"

HAS YOUR REAL LIFE INSPIRED YOUR APPROACH TO YOUR CHARACTER IN ANY WAY?

"Sometimes a character can be an expansion pack for your real life, like a new way to see things."

"So maybe it’s more that the fantasy inspires your real life!"

"It’s been really fun to explore Helaena’s interests."

"I’ve thought quite a lot about bugs."

"I get a huge kick out of investigating how her mind works and finding all the ways her’s overlaps with mine."

"I do lots of people-watching, which is great because now when I’m staring at people on the bus I can tell myself that I’m ‘working’."

WHILE FANTASY CAN SEEMS UNTETHERED FROM REALITY, DO YOU THINK IT CAN REFLECT THE REAL WORLD?

"Haha I hope so, otherwise that would be boring!"

"I suppose these stories are full of archetypes, which should mirror universal truths."

"But maybe that’s just good TV?"

WHAT TYPES OF NARRATIVED DO YOU FIND YOURSELF DRAWN TOWARDS WHEN READING SCRIPTS AND CHOOSING ROLES?

"Something surprising and honest that doesn’t tell me what to think!"

"And I love it when a script lets sad things be funny."

WHAT INSPIRES YOU AS AN ACTOR?

"Other actors, a lot."

"On a good day, almost everything can…"

"That might be one of the best things about being an actor."

[box-architecture]

Ok sooo… for the Blob au do the like canon events still happen? Like does Dream go to prison? If so is Dream blob forced to go with him? Does Quackity get a blob?…

Yes! Canon events happen up to prison. This is sort of a little fun extra stuff tied to the communication knife au, so canon for blob au diverges where ckau does (aka when Sam and Dream have sex in prison, then continue to have a poly relationship with Punz post-prison.) This AU was largely because my friend (@corvesfelinesart) drew a lot of cute images of Sam as a blob, and I really wanted to write cute stuff about Blob Sam and awesamdrunz. It's not overly complex, just Fun Fluff, yknow?

Blob Dream doesn't accompany his admin to prison. Most of the time, the blobs Dream creates are meant to be running around checking for bugs or damage to the server. The ones Dream gives Imprints to, like Sap's blob or Techno's blob, tend to focus more their Imprints instincts rather than going around the server and doing their job, hence Blob Tech leaving Dreams side immeadietly to go find Technos dogs. They're still capable of damage control! They're just. Selective about which areas they prefer to be in.

Blob Dream, while Dream himself is in prison, continues to do his job around the server and often spies on other players to make sure they're healthy and safe. He doesn’t register any of the pain or suffering that Dream experiences while in prison, but it does experience a slight change in behavior, becoming more prone to hoarding and nervous around people.

Dream has to consciously make an effort to imprint a players soul onto a blob, and he has never had any intention of making an imprint of Quackity. Imprinted blobs are fun, but they're aren't very useful tools. He couldn't use it a Blob Quackity to his advantage when it only mimics a players base instincts, and it'd more likely than not be hostile to Blob Dream.

List of blobs Dream has made: Sapblob, Gogyblob, Tommyblob, Tubboblob, Fundyblob, Ranblob, Punzblob, Technoblob, Samblob, possibly more if I remember later.

Dream showed Tommy his ability to make blobs during exile as a sort of way to cheer him up during one of their good moments. Tommy was absolutely delighted, but then he got a little hesitant as he asked if Dream could make one of Tubbo. Dream didn't say anything. Tommy's blob eventually fucked off into the wilderness and made its own little nest in the ground. Dream made a Tubboblob to keep him company, and ignores them otherwise.

Ranblob, made alongside Punzblob while they were all planning Staged Finale, occasionally comes to visit them, but post-Ranboos death, Tubboblob has become hostile every time it shows up. Ranblob is usually found accompanying Ranboo at a distance otherwise.

Fundyblob was made during Dream and Fundys brief partnership, just a thing to make Fundy smile. Currently it's sleeping in a drawer in Fundys house. It plays with Yogurt sometimes, but doesn't really like leaving the house.

Sapblob and Gogyblob were made around the beginning of the server, also for pure fun. It was interesting watching the Dream Team's blobs play together, like watching a cat doing zoomies. Dreamblob hasn't approached either of them in ages, but if he did, Sapblob would maw on his head (supposedly in anger, but really he just missed him) and Gogyblob would likely attempt to sit on top of him to prevent it from leaving.

Technoblob was 100 percent just thinking Techno was Very Cool and wanting to make a little guy of him. He was very indignant when said blob bonked him with its head several times and then hopped away. What does that even mean!?

[deadly-espresso]

(OC: Maggie)

Remember that boogeyman that I said was haunting my OC Maddie? Well, this is her! This little disappointment is basically what you'd get if you put a delinquent, probably hormone-addled teenage girl in the body of a sleep paralysis demon. She does want to scare people (it's in her blood, I suppose), and she probably does have some spooky hobbies but otherwise she's harmless (at least as harmless as a boogeyman can be) and just wants to have some fun and make some friends in the real world and the dream world.

Some fun facts about her:

*Her voice sounds... bug-like. Her voice is like a cicada's song, except it can sort-of enunciate actual words. As one might expect, she isn't all that intelligible unless she speaks very carefully, so sometimes she opts to communicate with Maddie by leaving notes in her bedroom instead. (For the lore, I ended up deciding that most boogeymen had some sort of strange speed impediment, like some would have inhumanly low-pitched or high-pitched voices, or they'd have some other kind of audio distortion)

*Her hair is prehensile and can function as extra arms. The two big hair flicks on her head (not counting the cowlick) are actually antennae, so they can be used for smell and chemoreception. The tips of her fingers also have taste receptors on them (similar to the taste receptors that insects have on their legs), and in fact they're better at tasting things than her own tongue, which is highly acidic and specialized in breaking down food. (Funny enough, I had given her proper insect antennae in early sketches I had of her, but having her antennae and hair be different colors didn't look right)

*I was originally thinking her real given name would be Marjorie, but I ended up changing it to Magory because I thought that name would be an easier name to get the nickname "Maggie" from. (It's not a real name, but it does bring to mind names such as Mallory and Margery)

[all-pacas]

random house fanfic tropes that vaguely or less vaguely bug me:

House hates working in the clinic. No one else seems to have this problem. One time he and Foreman bet clinic hours, so I guess you could say Foreman doesn't love it either, but so many fanfics are like "Chase was in a bad mood because he had clinic duty that day" and no. House is the one who hates it.

Speaking of Chase: did you know he's Australian??? Because I swear, every fanfic has to be like "he said in an AUSTRALIAN ACCENT" or "the AUSTRALIAN SAID" or like. We get it. We. We know. It's not even mentioned that much on the show. For real, I think it's seven or eight episodes before anyone mentions his nationality, before that he just has an inexplicable accent.

(I think people should go 100% the opposite way. Write from Chase's POV and have him thinking constantly about so and so's "nasally American accent" or "clipped American tone")

"Ducklings" is a fandom term. House has never once and never will use it. The fellows are only ever referred to as "House's team."

Guess how many times Chase is called "wombat" in canon? One! I checked! It was an insult in passing about how he's a wimp who can't fight! (House to Stacy: You take the dark one, I'll take the little girl, and the wombat will run screaming at the first sign of trouble.) Holy shit this one bugs me he's not - it's not a thing. It's not cute.

Cameron. Is not. Shy. I've read otherwise well-written stories that are like "Cameron wants to be a leader and step up but uwu… she can't speak up…" are you kidding. She throws a fit when Foreman is put in charge in S2. She has never hesitated to speak in her life. Her problem is actually that she's so sure of herself and her correctness that she puts words and thoughts in people's mouths. Trust me, she isn't gonna hesitate for a second to boss the guys around. Because she does. Canonically. A lot.

House likes to fuck around. He likes pranks. He likes Having Fun and Doing Silly Things. He is not lol random!!!, he is not Wacky, when he messes with people it's usually for a reason. Often that reason is I'm poking at you to figure out something. Sometimes that reason is trolling. But he's not like. He's not a fucking manic pixie dream girl??

That said, I am still reading the deepest depths of ffnet so truly I am the one to blame

[molabuddy]

please tell us all available info on ur 3s backstories and also your little buddy

yay !!! ok here's some little bits about them (apologies for how long this post got omg)

basic info:

Agents 3A and 3B are 16, little buddy is about 5?

A & B have real names, but they love having fun secret agent names very much (and i still need to come up with real names for them)

little buddy never had the chance to get named by his salmonid clan, and the two could never decide on what to name him, so his name is little buddy :]

3A is confident and self-assured, can be kinda lazy. always does what she wants and says what she feels. acts a little bit Creature just for fun

3B is more cautious, very quiet & aloof, mysteriously so. only really talks to their siblings. zones out a lot.

little buddy is waay smarter than he lets on, but lets people assume otherwise so he can be silly uninhibited and get free snacks from ppl who think hes cute. big fan of tech and weaponry, his dream is pilot robot.

some backstory bits:

all three of them are siblings as previously mentioned. they don't share any blood relation, but A and B have been by eachothers sides for as long as they can remember. lil buddy has been in their lives for less time, but they both love him like a baby brother :]

(B thought that they & A were blood siblings for a very long time, and A will never let them live it down)

i imagine A & B were raised and schooled in a weird, very mixed-species little town / community way north of splatsville before striking out on their own (at probably younger than they should have) (This means B has no connection at all to the octarian army & has No idea who dj octavio is)

met little buddy around the time they started travelling on their own - he's a salmonid that got seperated from his school during a migration.

(at one point the two tried returning little buddy to salmonid territory, hoping he'd be able to re-join their society, but he was quickly kicked out :[ )

before becoming agents they mainly did scavenging work, finding "treasure" (weird old human era scrap) and selling it. i like to imagine they tussled with deep cut over a piece of treasure at least once before meeting them in alterna.

also: they do a lot of shoplifting. and other crimes. dont tell anyone

^ i call this image "bugs when you lift up a rock"

[stargazer-sims]

The character dev 11 list for Ginger and Mishka :3

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it took so long. Apparently, I grossly overestimated how much free time I would have last week... =(

Here you go!

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Vivienne Louise "Ginger" Holmes

How does your character feel about personal space?  Do they tend to make others uncomfortable with how close they get, or are they the ones constantly being uncomfortable with anyone getting too close to them? Or do they not care either way?

Ginger isn't particularly bothered either way. She respects people's personal space, but it's more of an instinct rather than something she consciously thinks about. She's also fine with people getting physically close to her, as long as they're not being intimidating or obnoxious about it.

What is your character’s dream career?  Are they actively trying to pursue it, or is just a wish/fantasy they have that they know can never come true?

Ginger has already had her dream career as a competitive figure skater (and world champion). Her second career, as a figure skating coach, wasn't one she necessarily dreamed about having, but she loves what she's doing now and wouldn't want to do anything else.

Would your character have fun in an art museum?  Or would they be bugging their friends to leave the whole time?

She'd hate going to an art museum and would be bored and disinterested the entire time. Assuming she was somehow convinced to go to an art museum, she has more class than to ask her companions to leave while they're actually there, but they'd certainly hear about it afterwards.

If your character is in pain, do they let everyone around them know just how bad it is, or do they tend to try and cover it up and say they’re fine? Does this ever result in negative consequences, whether it’s people ignoring their complains when they actually do have a bad injury, or their injury going untreated when they really do need help?

She's the sort to hide it and try to pretend she's fine. As a former professional athlete, she had to learn to tell her coach whenever she was in pain so that she could get the proper treatment, which was a true act of trust on her part. Now, she's not hearly as bad as she used to be about hiding her pain, but she's slipped back into her habit of trying not to let people know if she's suffering.

Does your character tend to make decisions based on instincts or “gut feelings,” or do they rely more on logic and careful consideration? Do they ever try to find a balance between the two?

Ginger is somewhere in the middle between the two, but leans more towards logic and consideration.

Is your character easily creeped out by ghost stories, horror movies, scary images, etc.? If so, what kinds of stories scare them the most? Why?

She loves ghost stories, but isn't a fan of horror movies in general. She doesn't see the point of gratuitous violence or horror for the sake of horror. Her preference is for something with a thought-provoking story or something psychologically scary.

Has your character ever had to overcome a big fear in order to complete an important task?  If so, what was the fear, and what did they have to do to overcome it?  If not, have they ever failed at a task because of a fear?

There's not much Ginger is actually afraid of. She's never had to overcome a "big fear" to accomplish anything, and she's never failed a task due to fear (although she's failed at many things in her life in general). Although going away to live another country at age 14 was daunting, she wasn't afraid of it, and overcame her nervousness quickly once she was settled in with her first host family.

Describe how your character deals with failed or failing relationships, whether familial, platonic, romantic, sexual, or otherwise.  Do they easily let go of people, or are they more likely to hold onto a relationship for as long as they can? Does this affect how they form relationships?

Ginger is good at letting go, but she's also an excellent judge of character and has made & held lifelong friendships. That's not to say she's perfect at it, since she did get deceived by her first husband, Liam, and made the poor decision to marry him after only knowing him for four months. She had no problem letting him go when the time came, though. She also had no issues letting go of her former friend Anya, whom she felt had betrayed a lot of people's trust.

Is your character gullible, or do they tend to be more skeptical? If they’re gullible, do people ever take advantage of them for it? And if they’re skeptical, is it hard for others to convince them of things that are actually true?

Ginger isn't the least bit gullible, but she's not a hardcore skeptic either. She would describe herself as practical and rational, and takes things with the proverbial grain of salt.

If your character emptied the contents of their pockets/purse/backpack/etc., what would be inside? Do they often have a lot of stuff on them from day to day, or are they light packers?

She's a fairly light packer. She doesn't like to carry a handbag, and if she does need a bag, she prefers a backpack. That's not to say she never carries a handbag or purse; it's just not common for her to do so. If Ginger emptied her pockets, you'd most likely only find her wallet, keys and phone, a chapstick during the winter, and the occasional tampon.

Just for fun: If your character was the protagonist of a fantasy RPG, what would their class be?

Warrior

Mikhail (Mishka) Vasiliev

How does your character feel about personal space?  Do they tend to make others uncomfortable with how close they get, or are they the ones constantly being uncomfortable with anyone getting too close to them? Or do they not care either way?

Personal space? What's that? Mishka does tend to make others uncomfortable, even if he isn't inside their personal zone, simply because of his size. He can be intimidating without ever meaning to, and although he's not the sort of person to get in people's faces, he does have a tendency to stand a bit closer than normal to people he knows because it makes him feel safer. He doesn't mind when people he doesn't know get close to him as long as they don't touch him or try to engage him in conversation. With his partner Nikolai, there literally is no personal space. If it was up to Mishka, he'd be as close to Nikolai as possible at all times. As it is, they're constantly holding hands or otherwise touching in some way when they're out in public, and Nikolai doesn't mind that Mishka is in his personal space so often.

What is your character’s dream career?  Are they actively trying to pursue it, or is just a wish/fantasy they have that they know can never come true?

Mishka had his dream career as a professional hockey player, and now he's having his second dream "career" as a stay-home dad.

Would your character have fun in an art museum?  Or would they be bugging their friends to leave the whole time?

Yes, MIshka would love to go to an art museum. He wouldn't be begging anyone to leave. Whoever he was with would probably have to beg him to leave.

If your character is in pain, do they let everyone around them know just how bad it is, or do they tend to try and cover it up and say they’re fine? Does this ever result in negative consequences, whether it’s people ignoring their complains when they actually do have a bad injury, or their injury going untreated when they really do need help?

Everyone knows when Mishka is in pain. He's not one to cry wolf or to exaggerate how bad his injury or illness is, but he also has a very low pain tolerance and dislikes being uncomfortable. He can be very dramatic when he's not feeling well or when he's hurt. People do take him seriously because he's generally honest about his injuries/illnesses. For example, if he cuts his finger, he's going to whine about it for longer than average to anyone who'll listen, but he's not going to say he's dying from the pain or that he's probably going to lose his finger. Mishka is very clingy and needy when he's not well, and it takes a special kind of patience to take care of him.

Does your character tend to make decisions based on instincts or “gut feelings,” or do they rely more on logic and careful consideration? Do they ever try to find a balance between the two?

Mishka's decision-making is neither extremely logical nor extremely impulsive. He leans more toward emotional decision-making, but his anxiety forces him to think about all the possible outcomes of his decision, so he ends up being reasonably balanced.

Is your character easily creeped out by ghost stories, horror movies, scary images, etc.? If so, what kinds of stories scare them the most? Why?

Yes! Mishka really dislikes anything that's intentionally scary. He dislikes ghost stories, horror movies, gore, gratuitous violence and pretty much everything in the shock/horror genre. He finds horror media that features children or animals to be particularly upsetting because he was once an abused child, and because he is soft-hearted and hates the idea of any harm ever coming to an innocent child or animal. He also doesn't like media where the child or animal is the monster rather than the victim, as he thinks children and animals should never be portrayed as evil. He finds that exceptionally disturbing.

Has your character ever had to overcome a big fear in order to complete an important task?  If so, what was the fear, and what did they have to do to overcome it?  If not, have they ever failed at a task because of a fear?

Most new things that Mishka experiences are accompanied by fears, from something small and ordinary like using the grill by himself for the first time to something huge like leaving his country of origin to pursue his athletic career in North America. If he wants to try new things, he always has to overcome his fears. Unfortunately, he doesn't always succeed. His fear often keeps him from going places on his own, and sometimes it keeps him from doing things he should (such as going to the dentist)

Describe how your character deals with failed or failing relationships, whether familial, platonic, romantic, sexual, or otherwise.  Do they easily let go of people, or are they more likely to hold onto a relationship for as long as they can? Does this affect how they form relationships?

Mishka loves people but he's highly selective about his relationships. He doesn't have many friends, but the ones he does have will likely be his friends for life. He doesn't do well with failed relationships because he often blames himself even when it's not his fault (or when it's no one's fault). He wants to hold onto his relationships as long as he can. The good news is, he's lost very few people in his life.

Is your character gullible, or do they tend to be more skeptical? If they’re gullible, do people ever take advantage of them for it? And if they’re skeptical, is it hard for others to convince them of things that are actually true?

Mishka tends to be skeptical. A lot of people think he's gullible because he's so sweet and gentle and quiet, but Mishka isn't stupid and he isn't the type to fall for something easily. In fact, he's wary of people who tell him things that seem too good to be true and he's wary of people who seem to be too good to be true themselves. His childhood experiences make him less trusting of others and less likely to be taken in by a story.

If your character emptied the contents of their pockets/purse/backpack/etc., what would be inside? Do they often have a lot of stuff on them from day to day, or are they light packers?

Mishka is a light packer. He's likely to have only his phone, wallet and keys on him at any given time. If he's with Nikolai, he might not even have his phone or keys because it's highly unlikely they'll be separated. Other things he might carry with him on a semi-regular basis would be his glasses and some peppermint candy.

Just for fun: If your character was the protagonist of a fantasy RPG, what would their class be?

Bard

[anerol152]

Rating Sky: cotl seasons by how scary they are:

(that I have experienced)

Abyss: 10/10 - when I tell you the trauma; I was in beta for this yk, I got the black screen in original 4th task area bug plus got separated from bestie, I was legit so scared I closed the game, not to mention the end part (nah but that sheer empty space gave me flashback to the aforementioned quest and then the Leviathan, just, no); oh also the manta tanks implications, that's scary on a moral level

Prophecy: 7/10 - mf fire trial this is why I have trust issues in games when there's a completely dark room. fun season otherwise tho, loved the lore

Passage: 6/10 - another fun season for beta testers! I'll just come out and say it, the masks were creepy. the eyes and shadows in the forest were creepy. the other masks were even more creepy. it was just bad vibes idk man the masks felt evil

Shattering: 3/10 - this is another for the rage chart; like despite the premise of apocalypse event every now and then as well as King lore this really wasn't that scary; it made Eden very frustrating tho; like haven't forgiven them for that until this day frustrating

Revival: 2/10 - only reason for this rating is bc I know eden quest will spook the moths

Enchantment: 1/10 - was first season I experienced (for a week lol), going to a new sekrit place and seeing the mountain Krill before finding out it's harmless

Nesting: 1/10 - capitalism is very scary, so was the math for all possible furniture items geeeeeez

Little Prince: 1/10 - scary for my emotions; first child that made you go to Eden for funsies, love that for him, seeing him face the Krill was a bit scary (for him) I guess

Aurora: 1/10 - this was mostly sad, like very cool, very fun, but also sad, good tie to next season; absolutely horrifying in implications for animal exploitation and history of sky tho

Sanctuary: 1/10 - vacay Island! literally nothing to be afraid of besides maybe not being able to fly back up to rest of Prairie; crab cave ig? triggering the bugged belly rub spirit was terrifying for group runs tho

Flight: 1/10 - while this may top a rage chart also another chill season; scariest thing there is getting lost in the wind tunnels, or just that whole map part ig

Deer: 1/10 - just for that Krill moment at the start and a bit at the end ig, moth nightmare ig

Remembrance: 0/10 - nothing scary really, just sad, very very sad; loved the vault lore but man, especially w irl timing

Assembly: 0/10 - yeah dunno what could be scary there, besides maybe melting in the rain for moths

Performance: 0/10 - this was very fun! loved the lost twin lore bit

Dreams: 0/10 - another very cosy season, lots of feels but none of the scary

Moments: 0/10 - tourists at a nice valley the season, so nice they invented selfies

[random-and-average]

Yandere Liam Headcanons!

TW: manipulation, potential gaslighting

I've been in the mood to write something, so why don't I write about my latest game obsession, Sun Haven? Despite all the bugs, it's such an amazing game, and I hope that it only gets better from here on out! Anyway, apologies if this is OOC, and enjoy!

Just like with his sisters, Liam will do everything in his power to make sure that you taken care of, safe, and happy. (Though, his sisters, being the mischievous little matchmakers that they are, coax him to do this more with you than with them. They’re already grown up, and Liam is so lonely!)

Unable to make it to your home in time because you were too absorbed in fishing? Well, you can gladly stay the night at his house! Just know that you and him with have to share a bed, as Emma insists that Mr. Dinosaur sleeps on the couch. Hopefully you don't mind, but if you can't fall asleep, then you should have some of Liam's specialty hot chocolate. It'll make you fall right to sleep!

You like cookies? He’ll personally deliver a dozen to your door every day because he just so happened to make too many, again, for the nth time. They're even you're favorite kind of cookies too! What a coincidence!

Need to vent about draccoons eating everything on your farm? Just let him make sure Emma and Elizabeth are content in their room and then he’ll be all yours to talk to. (Though Liam wishes the best for your farm, he can't help but feel a bit thankful for the ravenous creatures.)

Of course, you don’t have to do anything in return, but if you really want to, would you mind going on a date with him for a day?

While he can’t monitor you 24/7 due to the fact that he has both his sisters to take care of as well as a bakery to manage, he’d ask Nathaniel to pay extra attention to you and update him on anything that happens to you under the guise of simply being a concerned friend and neighbor (and possible boyfriend). Plus, he’d bribe the captain with free hearty pie to make sure that he puts his all into watching you.

Should Liam be notified of an increase in your adventures out of Sun Haven, he would simply tell the airheaded captain that he thought he’d seen you exhausted to the point of fainting one afternoon from working on your farm, regardless of whether or not it’s true.

(Worried about his fellow friend, Nathaniel would attempt to stop you if you tried to leave Sun Haven. He knows better than anyone that, while pushing yourself is good, there is a limit to which one should do so. In other words, you need to rest!)

Occasionally some nights, when his sisters are asleep and everyone has returned home to turn in for the day, he quietly heads to the beach and stares longingly at the moon, dreaming about a future in which the two of you can be together. Imagine, him waking up in the morning and seeing your face first thing in the morning; the two of you laughing and having fun in the kitchen as you two bake a cake; a ring around your finger for all to see, warding off any potential enemies; an intimate day in bed spent not doing work when it rains.

Unfortunately, for all his longing, he is still quite shy, so you'll have to be the first one to make a move. Otherwise, he will simply pine for you at a distance (unless he happens to snap due to certain circumstances). Don't worry though, after you get the ball rolling, he'll take it from there. You just relax while he takes care of all the work; the only thing you have to do is to accept him wholeheartedly and completely.

And you bet that, once you're in a relationship, Liam becomes more vocal in his stances towards your lifestyle. Healthy relationships require communication and both parties to listen to each other's concerns, you know! (Though, if your concerns interfere with his, they'll go through one ear and out the other.)

There are only few professions that Liam would be fine with and, for the record, explorer, mage, fighter, and miner aren’t some of them. And, among those four, a mage profession is the only one you’d have a chance in convincing him to let you continue in. Though, you’d definitely be doing more miscellaneous or utilitarian magic rather than combat magic.

Just because I'm feeling a bit devious, I'll include some NSFW headcanons too (`艸´)

TW: bodily fluids in food, food kink, implied suffocation

You might have already guessed, but Liam enjoys putting his bodily fluids into the baked goods he gives to you, particularly his cum. Something about watching you eat the cupcakes he made so happily, cupcakes that had white icing containing his semen, makes him melt inside.

He's also good at hiding the salty taste too, so you'd be none the wiser to how he jacks off to you, thinking about how tight and wet and loving you'd feel around his cock, before mixing his release into the icing.

If you manage to catch him on a day where he's feeling more sensual than normal, or if you just seduce him, his food kink might surface. Depending on how he feels, it might be you eating him or him eating you. (He prefers you eating him—savoring every inch of his body while he's practically begging you for release, only for you to softly push him down and be a good boy while you enjoy your dessert.)

Speaking of, do feel free to take control in the bedroom. A part of Liam loves to submit to you and experience pleasure at your hands, turning his brain off and letting it turn to mush. However, please be gentle with him. He likes to be loved ♡

(He's totally a guy who refuses to say he's "fucking" you or any other crude verb. Instead, he's making love to you.)

Should you make him jealous, then he'd make you choke on his cock. It's the only punishment fitting for you, enchanting anyone with your kind words and charming personality. With his dick preoccupying your mouth, you won't be able to make him worry about some random person who doesn't love you nearly as much as he does. Seeing you cry as your throat spasms around him is also a major ego boost that only serves to motivate Liam as he fucks your mouth. Don't think that he'll stop at blowing his load once, though. It's only until his balls are emptied that he considers stopping.

In the end, Liam is a simple man. He appreciates a nice ass. Tight pants that accentuate the delicious curve of your assets (hehe) will always make a tent form in his pants. Hopefully, his apron will cover most of it up. (It doesn't, and Wornhardt has half a mind to call him out on it.) Just be weary of the consequences because you will be spending the rest of the day with him once he catches once glimpse of your butt, and maybe the next day too if you manage to wear something extremely scandalous.

Well, that's all I got for my yandere Liam headcanons! All in all, I think he's a mild yandere since he seems too sweet to do anything drastic. Hope you liked it, and feel free to give me some suggestions!