#just for the tags guys i know the gremlins name

[mimikittysblog]

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Pairing: Poly! Ateez x Fem! Reader

Genre: Unbelievably fluffy. Like mountains of fluff.

Warnings: mxm, pet names, uh.. mentions of going to church, not really proofread so probably some mistakes. that’s about it really! If I missed anything let me know!

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! A lil present for my poly! Ateez lovers hehe! Thank you all so much for loving my works. It means so much to meee! I hope you all have a merry Christmas and to those who don’t celebrate, I wish you happy holidays! Love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this! Also thank you for 400 followers! I can hardly believe I have that many! Just thank youuu!

Tagging: @stay-tiny-things @jaerisdiction @bee-gremlin @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity (if you’d like you can join my Taglist)

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It was Christmas eve and the apartment you 9 call home couldn’t be more cozy. You were all excited to spend Christmas together. Of course they had some Christmas schedules at first, but they were able to get some time off. You all were able to go home for a good few days to celebrate with family.

Ultimately though you wanted to spend Christmas all together for once.

This morning you finished up wrapping up your presents with Yeosang and Jongho for your secret santa later. Then you cooked a big Christmas dinner with Wooyoung and Mingi. After that you finally added the final touches to the Christmas tree with San. Where San lifted you up so you could put the star on top.

Later on in the afternoon, next to the tree you set up some chairs, pillows and blankets with Seonghwa and Hongjoong as thats where you’ll be opening up the presents and sleeping for the night. Added some festive decorations as well, where you also sneakily put a mistletoe on one of the door ways. Getting some cute Christmas kisses and making your boyfriends kiss as well. And lastly you to cap off the evening, you accompanied Yunho to church. Which he greatly appreciated.

The day couldn’t be more perfect.

Well actually…

Of course it can with the loves of your life!

After returning from church with Yunho, you all sat down to enjoy the Christmas dinner. It was so much food but you all couldn’t get enough and made sure to enjoy it.

“You guys really out did yourselves! The food is so good!” San said with a huge smile.

“I’m glad you like it Sannie.” Wooyoung said as he pats San’s tum.

“Thanks for making it guys. Like San said, it’s absolutely delicious.” Hongjoong added as he looked at you three.

“It’s no big deal!” You smiled

“We’re just happy you enjoy it!” Mingi exclaimed.

“Of course we enjoy it! Our loves made it for us.” Yeosang said deciding to be a lil flirty.

Wooyoung cackled at that while the rest of you chuckled.

“So how was church you two?” Seonghwa asked making light conversation as some of you were still eating.

“Oh it was fine! The decorations this year were so pretty!” You tell them.

“Yeah, they chose a pink theme this year so you know she very much loved it.” Yunho explains with a chuckle.

“Well duh!”

“So all the decorations were pink?” Jongho asked.

“Oh no! It was still mainly red and green! But it was a softer red and green, with some pink sprinkled through out! And the kids there were all so cute!”

You all then kept the conversation going. Never a dull moment with these 8. Soon enough everyone finished their food. So with that you all cleaned up before moving to the living room.

“Okay it’s almost midnight! Everyone go get your presents from under the tree!” You exclaimed happily.

The boys then hurried to the tree to find the box that had their name on them. Jongho handing over the box that had your name.

“Thank you baby bear.” You smile. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down.

You all sat down in a circle, patiently waiting for midnight to indicate that it’s already Christmas!

“3.. 2… Aaannndd yay!! Merry Christmas my loves!” You say once the clock finally struck. Cheers and wishes of a merry Christmas filled the apartment. Along with some smooches here and there.

“Aw our first Christmas together. I could get used to this!” Yeosang says happily.

“Mhm we all can. How about we do this every other year if we can? Next year it’ll be with our families, then the year after that it’ll be together!” Yunho suggested pulling Yeosang into a side hug. Where Yeosang of course nuzzled into him.

“Ooooh!! Please please!! I’d love that!” You say.

“Great idea Yun!” Mingi added.

“Hmm that sounds great. Well.. I say let’s keep that in mind. But remember our schedules are really unpredictable. It’s no guarantee we can always do that.” Hongjoong said reminded with a bittersweet smile.

Most of you then pouted as you remember how unpredictable your lives are. Kinda sad that sometimes moments like these have to be sacrificed.

“Hey lets not dwell on that right now.” Jongho speaks up.

“Yeah! We’re celebrating now! Next year is far away and it’ll be future us’ problem to deal with!” Seonghwa reminded.

“Hmm you’re right and we always figure it out in the end! We’ll find ways to compromise! We always do.” You reminded them with a loving smile. With this big of a relationship there are times where things get out of hand. However you all always find a way and it’s why and how your love is so strong.

The rest of them now sport a smile to match your own as they nuzzle into each other even more.

“Aright alright!!! Present timeeee!” Wooyoung exclaims.

From there you all open your presents all at once.

“Oh my god!!! Which one of you remembered I wanted these??” Hongjoong asks. He looks around the room to see which on of his lovers got him the pair of shoes he always wanted. “Thank you!”

“WOAHHH SPIDERMANNNN!!” Yunho screams loudly as he got a limited edition Spiderman figurine. “This looks so cool!!! Omg thank you!!! Whoever gave this to me thank you!!”

“OMGOMGOMGGG!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU!!” You’re practically vibrating with happiness as you see the special edition books you’ve been dying to have there in your gift box.

“JONGHO I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!” Mingi shouted and hollered with laughter as he revealed a pink dress. Everyone else laughed along as Jongho shrugged.

“To go with the princess set Yunho got you!” However as Mingi looked back into the box he saw his real gift which were a new pair of headphones.

The present opening continued and soon the room is filled with with more sounds of laughter and loving appreciation. Seonghwa exclaims happily as he gets a new lego Star Wars set.

“Who gave me this?! I love you so much!!” Seonghwa says with pure joy in his eyes.

San over there got a new bag that he’s been eyeing, he was so happy he immediately started modeling with the bag. Earning some chuckles along with some “oooh”’s and “aaah”’s.

“It looks great on you Sannie!” Yeosang compliments.

“Oh? Did you get me this Sangie?” San asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Nooo unfortunately not! Wish I did though!”Yeosang chuckles.

Wooyoung was gifted a vinyl of one of his favorite artists. Boy screamed so happily seeing it. Hugging it closely to his chest, screaming how he’s gonna give his secret santa the fattest smooch.

Jongho actually got a camera. He smiles at Yunho knowing it was from him as he’s the only one he confided in about taking an interest in photography as well. Yunho returns the smile.

Finally Yeosang got a vintage watch that he once mentioned looked like his grandfathers. Yeosang almost shed a tear. He mutters a soft ‘thank you’ before putting it on.

You all really couldn’t be happier and more grateful to have each other.

Once the hype of presents died down, you all turned on soft Christmas tunes and gathered up into a big cuddly heap. Everything in this moment just felt so right. As you played with Yeosangs hair, you let out a big happy sigh.

“Hmm? Something the matter darling?” Seonghwa asks softly, looking up from Wooyoung’s chest.

“No. Nothing. I’m just… happy. So unbelievably happy. Thank you guys. For making this the best Christmas ever.”

Yunho then reaches over and softly pets your head.

“Thank you too. All of you.” He says. Everyone hums and mutters out how happy they are too.

“I’m so lucky to have you all..” Mingi mumbles.

“And we’re lucky to have you.” San added as he nuzzles into him.

The night finally coming to a close, despite how none of you want this moment to end. You all need your sleep after all. Plus when you wake up, you have plans for ice skating and baking. So something to look forward too!

Your eyes started to flutter close, but before sleep overtakes you. You hear Hongjoong mutter one final thing.

“Merry Christmas my loves.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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© mimikittysblog 2024

[aviyx]

Can you draw little Grugu in little Jedi robes?? 🥺👉👈

i cant draw this frog gremlin properly for the life of me

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #39

Timeline, which timeline?

Imagine dis…

It is always with the future going to the past, even with the limited time travel fics I see in the DC x DP tags it is always the future going back to the past to prevent something whether it is the end of the timeline or it is when Dan went back in time to ensure his younger self does the same thing to create him.

Flash family members going back in time to prevent another apocalypse, but let me offer you another idea here that involves my favorite tags.

….

Danny finds himself on another time-related mission in courtesy to Clockwork also known lovingly by the gremlin child as CW. At this point, Danny was no longer a stranger to the impromptu missions and errands by CW to fix timelines or to ensure a certain event happens. It happens too frequently to the point it turns Danny into an expert in exploring the past without creating a stray butterfly effect. As he got older, though 16 years old is still not adult whether you came from a related mission Danny.

Danny knows the importance of blending in choosing, rather than stealing, clothes that are time and period-accurate/authentic both in and out of the appearance of the clothing despite irritating his skin. Rather than buying clothes from the modern era aka his timeline he quickly saw how vastly different clothes feel and were created during such time. Danny even took the time by using CW’s medallion to stop time briefly to learn period-specific slang and mannerisms that made him look like he was part of their time.

Danny learning? Something that isn't about space, what’s more, it is about history?

Let’s just say, it was after a particularly embarrassing slip-up during his mission in a Victorian timeline.

As Danny went to more missions he began to understand how delicate time is, how Clockwork gambled with Fate in terms of him despite it was even before he had CW’s time medallion.

…

It was the early 1600s, and it was another time mission by CW to accompany some guy named Samuel Wayne and his wife toward an unnamed part of the US. Sorta became their guide and defacto bodyguard to the couple as CW gave him a brief explanation of how the couple is important in modern times.

As he waved goodbye to the couple that had just settled down to their newly built mansion, just as he was to open a portal home the ground below him began to open like some sort of portal. It wasn’t any portal the Ghost Zone could naturally form. As he fell through the mysterious portal he cant help but sigh a relief as the portal opened below him without any people to witness this.

…

It sent him tumbling across time, as moments later he landed hard on the concrete which after taking a quick feel and looking around the place he concluded to be in his time. It was a fight, between the JL heroes and some guys dressed in white. Not the GIW but scientists if he sees those formulas correctly.  

Before he could even think of going ghost or even turning invisible he was scooped up by a hero that he didn’t much recognize and fled from the fight with him in tow.

Even after the battle he tries to sneak out but for some reason, the entire JL is looking at him, especially Batman.

…

 To understand what on earth Is the JL doing, let’s go back a week prior.

The JL faced multiple threats from both in and out of their home planet so believe me when I say they have seen it all. This time, it is unique, they had heard in the form of vague rumors. Some scientists preach about their knowledge in creating a working time machine without any alien tech or magic to help it power it o, they only needed a sponsor to do it. Of course, all brush them off, after all, all bright minds are either already required by the heroes or by the villains themselves. When they hadn't heard from those wacko's for a while they just thought that those quacks stopped when they noticed nobody was going to take them seriously.

The heroes thought wrong, someone gave those scientists the funding they needed and was able to create a time machine fueled by one of Earth’s most toxic naturally occurring substances known by mankind.

Though the benefactor of the said scientists mysteriously vanished, the scientists on the other hand hired goons to be their bodyguards from anyone who dared to try to steal their work, as goons also cost less than hiring an actual bodyguard. The heroes were only summoned as the substance that was used not only did they have no proper certification but also they were following another lead thus leading some of the JL heroes who are in charge of the case towards the said scientist's headquarters.

They had just pulled the lever to test their machine, fearing for the worst and the thought of a rather large explosion due to the hazard around them started an immediate and forced evacuation as some of the scientists lifted a chair to defend their work, when it suddenly spat out something.

A young man dressed in what looked like a 1600s era of fashion, black hair and blue eyes. Looking bewildered at the sight around him, before anyone could even stop and think at what had just happened they immediately scooped out everyone outside just in time for an explosion to occur.

Of course, the scientists who were rescued are crying at their life’s work being blown up to nothing but ashes.

The rest of the heroes on the other hand are panicking, not only do their machinery work but they manage to pull someone from the past.

At first, they thought that he was just a civilian but when he uttered his name all eyes turned to Batman for help.

…

Danny didn’t like being interrogated while also maintaining his 1600 persona, as much as he would like to geek out to the heroes he still needed to maintain his mask. He didn’t come out to a portal that was made by CW add the fact that the majority of said heroes also saw him come out of that weird portal, so when they asked him for his name he gave them Samuel’s name to throw off them.

Still maintaining his persona, now adding Samuel’s lore to his acting, asked who are they and that he needed to get back his carriage to his now wife to find themselves a home.

Now he is surrounded by the vigilantes mainly from Gotham, with each of them being his bodyguard and his babysitter as Danny tries to exaggerate and be surprised and in awe of practically everything, from the floor to the glass to the food he ate.

As much as he would like to just swallow up the greasy cheeseburger he was given, he needed to gag and be horrified as he remembered the actual food he tasted during the times Samuel and his wife shared their food with him.

He just hopes the Robin with the sword would stop at subtly tell him about how great his linage would be, he barely has time for both the time missions that CW sends him and also his school work he does not want this about his love life in front of a kid.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire us • l.n ❞ iv

part three - part five

➪ life changed after you decided to go through it as a single woman, offering your daughter the best life she deserves, focusing on work, friends and family but damn, that guy.

➪ summer break is exactly what you need, right?

➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles (platonic) x lando

➪ comments and reblogs are welcome <3 I've lost all my taglist apart from the ones that belong to certain fics so if you're not tagged, I'm sorry 😭

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y/nusername last one before the break 🇧🇪

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norry4 we are sooo back 😭

hamilt44n ugh so happy for you guys

manon_roux what's meant to be will find it's way back 🥰

↳ yukisan so true bestie

norrizz that little menace in slide 4 knows exactly what she did 😂

milliexoxo my favorites 😭

↳ chilisainz you're no longer a child of divorce!

lan4lan hope you guys have a nice summer break after this week!

maxfewtrell ❤️

peargasly men and using their gf boobs as a pillow, name a better duo lol

riabish 💗💗

bott_ass my man did it again, back with his own little family

landonorris ❤️❤️❤️

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manon_roux

biggest simp on the planet

child free? No zoë?

landonorris

yep just us

figured she could use a couple days without anything or anyone

She's been super tired lately

sleeping all day if she could

manon_roux

That's very unlike y/n 🤪

landonorris

nah this is different

manon_roux

I mean despite being friends since we were little, I feel like you know her best..is she like sick or something?

landonorris

No, just extremely tired, a bit moody and a bit sore

manon_roux

Huh, interesting

landonorris

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norrizz look at my babies 😭

julieeeexo hope you enjoy your summer break!

manon_roux well deserved break babes, enjoy ❤️

charles_leclerc zoë says hi ❤️

↳ y/nusername tell her we said hi back ❤️

charles16 wait they're back together?!

milliexoxo you could have put me in your suitcase?

↳ y/nusername this is a child free vacation. 😉

milliexoxo 😔

yukisan millie finding out life isn't fair 😂

landonorris love you muppet ❤️

↳ y/nusername love you gremlin ❤️

norry4 oh OH my heart 😭

landooooo shut up I love them 😢

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You're in (s)pain 😂

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What?

milliexoxo

manon told me you feel like shit 😂

no?

milliexoxo

I know you've read my messages

milliexoxo

why are you ignoring me? 😭

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[moviecritc]

fearless ⋆ alex albon

pairing: alex albon x driver!reader

summary: your boyfriend and you disguise your relationship as friendship a little too well

warnings: none, just pure fluff

a/n: this is short and maybe a little bit messy, sorry i'm not effortlestly funny

english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes

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yourusername P3 IN MIAMI RAAAAHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅 I LOVE AMERICA SO MUCH 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 TF IS A KM I ONLY KNOW MILESSSSSS 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠

ps. goodbye goodbye goodbye meme of nowins you were bigger than the whole skyyy

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yourusername btw that's my new gf flavy, sorry ocon she's mine now 👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

flavy.barla 💋👭 estebanocon wait what did i miss yourusername nothing you can leave actually

user1 SHE'S JUST IN ANOTHER LEVEL

user2 best driver in the grid fr user3 nah she's talentless user4 she literally made a podium yesterday you prick

alexalbon wHAT ON EARTH IS THAT PIC

yourusername shh you look wonderful albono alexalbon i look like a minion yourusername AHAHAHA IT'S TRUE YOU'RE KEVIN alexalbon who's kevin yourusername ... a minion alexalbon why d'you know the names of the minions? user5 nah alex you left her speechless

charlesleclerc congrats on your podium, y/n!

landonorris i appreciate the effort 😅

yourusername ANYWAYS IT'S TECNICALLY NOWIN(S) SO IT'S STILL UPPPP landonorris oh lord

user6 i'm actually so jealous of the friendship of alex and y/n

user7 i'm new here someone explain me the lore plss user8 so y/n and alex have known each other since literally always? they started karting at the same age and were teammates in f2, then they got into f1 in the same year. they've always been super super close, they even shared an apartment in london a few years ago. and basically when they're around each other is a complete chaos, that's why they don't do media days together so often user9 their gossip sessions in media days back then >>>> user10 omg yes i'll never forget when alex almost choke on water after y/n told him she wished he was bald bc she didn't like his bleached hair LMAOOO

scuderiaferrari Let's go!!

user11 anyone else noticing the flowers

user12 not this again, they're probably from her mother, she always receives flowers when she's in the points 🙄 user13 the audacity of these people user12 i swear they try to link her to any guy she interacts for 0.5 secs

alexalbon just posted a story!

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alexalbon i love you babyyy 😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰

yourusername i don't. i'm going to make you eat all the flowers

alexalbon y/n you're so mental for your height. like, so many anger inside of you

yourusername yeah it's true 😞 i'll get even with your minion face

alexalbon ok from now on we're just seeing each other in public spaces. i love youuu byeeeee 😇😇😘😘

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alexalbon Y/N L/N-ALBON.

yourusername lol what. if that's your way of asking me to marry you... dude you can do it better

alexalbon I WAS TRYING TO BE A COOL BOYFRIEND

yourusername aww. but you're not, and i don't want to marry you you're like my getaway car

alexalbon YOUR GETAWAY CAR FROM WHO?? you barely interact with men

yourusername YEAH BC INTERACTING WITH MEN IS ANNOYING, like look at this. just shut up already

alexalbon WELL OK BYE. LET'S SEE WHO BUYS YOU HIGH QUALITY MOCHIS NOW

yourusername wait albono come back. let's get married or something

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user1 no bc if alex looked at my like this i would probably fall in love

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user2 Y/N LIKED??

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yourusername george pls take him, he's annoying me with photo of his 275423 cats alexalbon Y/N YOU LOVE MY CATS yourusername yeah ig i have to user3 i'm starting to think that these two have more than a friendship going on

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yourusername alex i'm going to post something don't panic

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user1 OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

user2 this was sOOO UNEXPECTED LIKE WHAT???

user3 ARE WE GOING CRAZY WHAT IS THIS??

alexalbon OMG WHAAAT

yourusername not you idiot you should comment something cute about me alexalbon but you're not cute. actually, at all. you're a fucking menace yourusername minion.

landonorris FINALLY

maxverstappen1 thank god i was getting tired of thirdwheeling

charlesleclerc we all were yourusername oh shut up go kiss or something user4 THIS GIRL-

carlossainz55 congrats, mates

yourusername why are you congratulations us like alex is pregnant or something alexalbon y/n stop

logansargeant you should join us in the podcast the next episode 😊

yourusername OMG YESS I HAVE SO MANY SHIT TO TALK ABOUT ALEX alexalbon pls don't yourusername dw babe i won't!! (logan dm and we record it without him)

[planet-marz1]

Our Little Sheep

Summary: You and Joel celebrate christmas with your many children Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Word Count: ~4.1k

Tags/Warnings:18+MDNI no use of y/n, implied age gap(not specified), reader is able to get pregnant, jackson!joel, peepaw!joel(really peepaw), mentions of pregnancy, brief mentions of childbirth (nothing graphic), brief mentions of breastfeeding (again, nothing graphic) Lots of fluff & cuteness, Joel being a cute girl dad™, this seems like it should be a crackfic, but I promise It's so wholesome

A/N: Ok so this fic idea was born out of my cold medicine induced haze, so bear with me here guys. It's just a silly little fic, not meant to be taken seriously at all, and It's the most fun I've had writing in a bit, so I hope you enjoy reading! Just a little clarity here, the kids' ages range from 0 to 9. I know it gets all confusing here, so I am welcome to provide any further clarity if anyone needs it! A huge thank you to @catchallfangirl for helping with the naming of all of these gremlins & with the constant encouragement ❤️ Thank you to @fhatbhabie for beta reading!

lovely dividers by @pamasaur

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You open your eyes slightly, squinting them. Joel sleeps peacefully next to you, his breaths even and steady. Burrowing yourself further under the blankets, you scoot closer to him, your head on his chest and intertwining your legs with his. You run your fingers through the curls of his now, fully gray hair.

Slight whines start to fill the room, and you lift your head up and glance over your shoulder to peek into the bassinet next to your side of the bed. Joel had been up with the baby all night after you two had finished wrapping up the gifts for the other kids. So, you groggily sit up in bed, reaching over to pick up the tiny little infant.

“Shhh, It’s alright, little one.” You whisper quietly, trying to calm him. After a few attempts to shush him, it’s still not working. He’s probably hungry, you figure. Lifting your shirt, you help him latch onto your breast, and he finally calms. You sigh quietly with relief. It’s all a part of the process, you try to remind yourself. Little baby Joelseph had only been born a few weeks ago. No, his name isn’t actually Joelseph. Simply a nickname given to him by his many older sisters when you had been pregnant with him. It started as a cute joke, but sure enough he came into the world, and no one was able to call him by his proper name. Named after his father, but considering the chaos of your family, the nickname is simply just another thing that you don’t bother to fight to keep the peace in the house.

The early hours of the morning are usually the small period of time when the house is completely silent. Every other waking minute is filled with the sounds of the kids, either giggling, or fighting with each other over something. Though, silence isn’t always a good thing. You’ll never forget the time the kids got into the kitchen cupboards and practically wreaked havoc in the kitchen while you were outside tending to the sheep.

Sure enough, you hear the trampling of footsteps coming down the hallway. No matter how chaotic it may be, this is your favorite part of the day. Getting to start each day greeted by all of your beautiful children, reminding you of why you are so lucky. You softly graze your fingers over the baby’s hair.

“I think your sisters are here, little guy,” You chuckle softly. The doorknob jiggles a bit. Before all of your daughters begin to spill into your bedroom, all eleven of them. Yes, eleven. You and Joel had, admittedly, gotten out of control in that department.

You and Joel had met when he had returned to Jackson in the spring with Ellie in tow. It had been an immediate connection, quite literally. Hooking up one night in the bathroom of the Tipsy Bison, which is what led to your firstborn, Emilie. The pregnancy had come as a shock, but you and Joel were excited nonetheless.

A chorus of variations of “Mom,” or “Mommy,” begin to fill the room, and you try to shush the girls, reminding them of their little brother. “Ok, girls, I know that you’re excited to get downstairs to all of your gifts, but you’ve got to settle down a bit, alright?” You whisper gently. Finally, they all nod in understanding. The calm is short-lived, though. Jane and Jules, the cutest, but menacing pair of instigators, hop on to your bed, shaking Joel’s shoulder, trying to wake their father.

They were your fourth pregnancy, which was by far the most difficult one you had ever experienced. Constant discomfort, and sleepless nights from the relentless kicking and movement from them. It wasn’t the first time you had been pregnant with twins, but It had gone nothing like you had expected it to.

Joel, though typically a light sleeper, is particularly hard to wake after a night with no sleep, hence why you’d opted on letting him sleep in. The two of them, each on one side of him, lean in close to his face, leaving little room for personal space. “Daddy.” Jules says quietly, Jane keeping a close watch.

Joel peeks one eye open, a bit startled at first at the heavy breathing from the two girls so close to his face, but the confused expression on his face is quickly replaced by a tired grin. As soon as all the girls spot that their father has woken up, they all pile onto your bed, excitedly squealing and giggling. Luckily, little baby Joelseph had already been lulled into a deep sleep after he finished nursing. Even if he hadn’t, you're pretty sure the few short weeks he’s been in the world, he’s already used to the constant noise and chaos from his older sisters.

Joel sits up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, and tries to wrap his arm as many of them as humanly possible.

“When can we open our presents, daddy?” Tiny little Aurora questions impatiently. This is the first year she’s been able to fully understand the concept of Christmas, and all the gift giving. So, understandably, she is ecstatic for all the festivities of the day. She crawls into his lap, after attempting to clamber over all of her sisters in the way. Joel scratches at the scruff of his beard, and lifts her into his lap.

“How about we all eat breakfast first, sweetheart, then you all can tear into your gifts.” He says lowly, his voice still laced with sleep. “Sound like a plan?” He asks. The girls all nod in agreement.

You slowly stand up from the bed, still cradling baby Joelseph in your arms. Walking towards the door, you gesture for the girls to do the same. They all climb off of the bed, and without fail, the house is once again filled with chaos. All eleven of them racing out of your bedroom, and down the staircase to the kitchen.

Joel meets you by the doorway, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Well hello, sleepyhead.” You tease him. “Sleep well?”

“Just like usual, darling.” He kisses you again, this time placing kisses all over your face, and down your neck, before you place your hand gently on his chest stopping him from going any further.

“Not so fast, old man.” you chuckle softly. “We don’t need another one of these.” you say, gesturing down to the baby bundled up in your arms.

“One more wouldn’t hurt, huh?” He teases, and you just shake your head. 

“You say that because you aren’t the one who has to push them out.”

“We should probably get downstairs before they get into stuff that they shouldn’t be” You murmur, and Joel quietly nods in agreement.

The warmth of the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you make your way into the dining room. Joel follows you, his hand brushing against the small of your back.

You and Joel enter the dining room, and expectedly the room is already filled with screaming and chaos. Alive with the energy of your daughters, and the two mischievous kittens, Ginny and Joel, weaving in and out of the chaos. 

Emilie, your oldest, is trying to settle an argument between Lacy and Lily, your first set of twins. Nothing new in your household, nearly every morning, no matter how many times you have to tell them that every seat is the same, the kids insist on fighting on who sits where, who sits next to whom. It’s exhausting, but you can’t help but smile at the chaos unfolding before you-it’s simply the routine of your everyday life.

Emilie, with her stern expression, finally manages to resolve the seating dispute between Lacy and Lily. You glance at Joel, and he chuckles, a knowing look passing between you. The girls quickly settle into their chairs, the anticipation of Christmas morning evident in their sparkling eyes. As you take your seat at the head of the table, Joel sits beside you, and the cacophony gradually subsides. Little Aurora, perched on Joel’s lap, swings her legs excitedly, eager to dive into the festivities.

“Alright, everyone, let’s dig in!” you announce with a smile, and the room erupts in cheers. The aroma of the freshly cooked breakfast wafts through the air as the kids eagerly serve themselves.

Emilie diligently helps the younger ones with their breakfast. She occasionally steals glances at the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

Lacy and Lily are engaged in animated conversation, their excitement palpable. Daisy can’t stop giggling at something Theo whispered in her ear. The second set of twins, Jane and Jules, sit side by side, already plotting mischief as they eye the presents.

Willow, with her big curious eyes, is inspecting her plate with utmost concentration, trying to decide which part of her breakfast to tackle first.

In the midst of the laughter and chatter, you catch Joel’s eye. There’s a shared understanding between you, a silent acknowledgement of the beautiful chaos that is your family. His gaze is filled with gratitude, and you can’t help but feel the same.

As the kids enjoy their breakfast, you steal a moment with Joel. “Can you believe how fast they're growing?” you murmur, your eyes dancing with a mixture of love and exhaustion.

Joel leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Feels like just yesterday we were sneaking around the Tipsy Bison.”

You laugh, the memory of that fateful night vivid in your mind. “Look where it led us.”

Kylie babbles incoherently as she attempts to mimic her older siblings. Aurora still sits on Joel’s lap, her eyes wide with wonder as she takes in the festive scene, and Joel aids her with her breakfast.

Maggie sits contentedly in her high chair, fingers sticky with syrup, as she munches on a piece of a pancake you’ve carefully cut up into small pieces for her.

The kids, fueled by excitement and sugar, chatter animatedly about their plans for the day. You and Joel exchange glances, both silently reveling in the joy of parenthood. The journey hasn’t been easy, but moments like these make it all worthwhile.

As breakfast winds down, you glance at Joel, both of you silently agreeing it’s time for the much-anticipated event of the morning.

The living room is now adorned with brightly wrapped gifts, a colorful display of the love and thoughtfulness you and Joel put into each one. The kids finish their breakfast, their eyes darting eagerly between the tree and the presents.

“Alright, kiddos, let the unwrapping begin!” Joel declares, and the room explodes with excitement. Each of their little faces lighting up with joy. 

“Okay, kiddos, let’s see what Santa brought us this year!” Joel exclaims, and the room erupts in cheers. The kids, now fueled by excitement from their furry friends and a hearty breakfast, rush to the tree, each claiming a spot around the mountain of gifts.

Emily takes charge, distributing gifts to each of her siblings with precision. Paper tears and laughter fill the air as each child discovers the treasures hidden beneath the wrapping.

Lacy and Lily eagerly tear into their presents, sharing excited glances when they unveil matching toys. Daisy clutches a doll close to her heart, and Jane and Jules giggle in delight at the surprise in their packages.

Theo, wide-eyed, unwraps a superhero action figure, and Willow discovers a fluffy stuffed animal that instantly becomes her new best friend. Kylie is overjoyed with a set of building blocks, her imagination already running wild.

Aurora claps her hands in glee as she unwraps a musical toy, and Maggie, though more interested in the wrapping paper than the actual gifts, coos happily.

Daisy twirls with a new dress, her face glowing with delight. “I’m going to wear this everyday!”

Aurora, surrounded by a pile of toys, claps her hands and points excitedly. “Look, Daddy, Mommy, so many toys!” Maggie, with a new plush toy in her tiny hands, giggles with joy. The room is filled with laughter and chatter as the kids excitedly showcase their new treasures.

Jane and Jules squeal in delight as they discover Joel curled up in the tangle of discarded wrapping paper, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Willow, with her big curious eyes, watches the kittens in fascination, occasionally reaching out to stroke their fur. Kylie bursts into giggles as Ginny playfully bats at a shiny ribbon. Aurora claps her hands in delight at the sight of the playful duo. Maggie points with chubby fingers, her face lighting up with a smile as Joel gracefully leaps onto the back of the couch.

Joel catches your eye, and you share a moment of warmth as you witness the joy on your children’s faces.

“Looks like our little fur balls are the stars of the show today.” He chuckles.

Watching as the kittens continue their playful antics. The room is filled with laughter, shouts of excitement, and the crinkling of wrapping paper.

As the chaos subsides, you lean into Joel, watching the kids with a contented smile. “Merry Christmas, Joel.” He whispers back the same sentiment, wrapping his arm around you, anchoring you in the midst of the joyful storm that is your family.

The room buzzes with the joyous laughter of your children, the kittens weaving throughout the living room. As the kids continue to show off their presents, Ginny and Joel curiously inspect the colorful array of toys and trinkets scattered across the room.

Emilie, your eldest, sits by your side, flipping through her new sketchbook. “Mom, look at this! It’s perfect for my drawings. Thank you, Santa!”

Lacy and Lily, wearing their matching necklaces, approach Joel with enthusiasm. “Dad, Dad! Can Joel play with us too?” they ask, extending an invitation for the adventurous kitten to join in on their imaginative play.

Daisy twirls around in her new dress, and with a dramatic flair, she curtsies. “I’m a princess, just like in the stories!”

Jane and Jules, holding their new board game, insist on a family game night. Jules, gives you a confused look, glancing from the box, and then back up at you. “What is Boggle anyway?” 

“It’s just a word game, sweetheart, definitely an easy game to beat your dad at.” you laugh softly, shooting Joel a teasing grin.

Willow proudly shows you the fluffy stuffed animal she received. “Look Mom, It’s Fluffy! Daddy, feel how soft!” She grabs his hand to place it on the stuffed animal, and Joel enthusiastically plays along with her.

Kylie, engrossed in building her tower with the new blocks, beams with accomplishment. “It’s bigger than me, Mommy!” You smile at her gently, and give her compliments on her tower building skills.

Maggie, in her own little world, squeezes her plush toy and gurgles happily. The kittens, sensing the playful atmosphere, join in on the fun, batting at the discarded ribbons and chasing each other around the room.

Joel, still basking in the warmth of the family scene, leans over to you. “Seems like Santa knew exactly what they wanted.”

You nod, a content smile playing on your lips, ‘And the best part is seeing their faces light up with joy.”

The room is filled with laughter, the sound of wrapping paper being crinkled, and the occasional meow from Ginny and Joel. The chaos is harmonious, a melody of love and togetherness that defines your family.

The kids, their excitement undeterred, start brainstorming plans for the day–games to play, stories to tell, and perhaps a snowball fight if the weather permits. As the festivities continue, you can’t help but feel grateful for the love and warmth that fills your home–a treasure more precious than any gift under the tree.

As the kids reveled in the excitement of unwrapping their Christmas gifts, their attention turned to the chalkboard on the mantle–a poignant memorial to their older sister, Sarah. The room hushed momentarily as the children exchanged thoughtful glances, understanding the significance of the chalkboard.

The kids had put together some artwork and drawings the night before. They gather around the chalkboard, placing their artwork in front of it, creating a beautiful display of love and remembrance. The room, now adorned with their heartfelt tributes, felt infused with a sense of warmth and connection to Sarah’s memory.

Joel, watching from a distance, can't help but be moved by the sincerity and creativity of his children. The simple act of setting their drawings in front of the chalkboard transformed the mantle into a gallery of love—a tangible expression of the enduring impact Sarah's memory had on their hearts.

As the morning continued, the drawings stood as cherished tokens—a beautiful reminder that, even in the midst of joyous celebrations, the love for their sister would always hold a special place in the family's heart.

You nudge Joel gently, catching his attention. “Any Idea when Ellie, Dina, and JJ are planning to arrive?”

Joel looks thoughtful for a moment, his eyes scanning the room to make sure all the kids are engaged in their newfound treasures. “They’re aiming to get here just in time for lunch. Should be any moment now.”

Excitement lights up on your face at the news. “The kids are going to be over the moon to see them again, and It wouldn’t be Christmas without them.”

Joel nods in agreement, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Ellie’s always been good at timing. They’ll be here soon.”

As if on cue, a gentle knock at the door catches your attention. You glance at Joel, both of you sharing a knowing smile. The anticipation in the room heightens as the kids, sensing something special, look toward the door with wide eyes. Moments later, the front door bursts open, and the lively chatter of Ellie and Dina fills the air. The children squeal in delight, dropping their toys and rushing toward the doorway. Ellie enters first, holding JJ’s hand, Dina follows closely behind with a warm grin on her face.

The kids shout at them in unison, enveloping the new arrivals in a sea of hugs and excitement. You and Joel stand back, watching the heartwarming reunion unfold.

Ellie, catching your eye, gives you a knowing nod. “Merry Christmas!” she says as she greets you and Joel. You welcome them with open arms, a surge of joy filling your heart. “We’re so glad you’re here.”

As the laughter and joyful chaos continue to fill the room, you can’t help but marvel at the beautiful tapestry of your family, woven together by love, shared moments, and the bonds that withstand the test of time.

Amidst the joyful commotion, you navigate through the sea of excited children, still cradling little Joelseph in your arms. Joel joins you, and together you watch as Ellie, Dina, and JJ immerse themselves in the holiday cheer.

Ellie, after receiving an enthusiastic welcome from the kids, approaches you with a playful grin.

“How’s the newest little troublemaker doing?” she asks, casting an affectionate glance at Joelseph.

You chuckle, gently rocking the sleeping baby in your arms. “He’s been an angel all morning, surprisingly.” you yawn, tiredly.

Dina joins the conversation, “He’s gotten so big since we last saw him. Mind if we steal him for a bit?”

You nod with a smile, carefully passing Joelseph over to Dina. The little one stirs for a moment, but settles back into a peaceful slumber in Dina’s arms. “He’s all yours.’

The room continues to buzz with giggles and Ellie, Dina, and JJ become a seamless part of the festivities. The kids eagerly show them their new toys, and soon, the kittens, Ginny and Joel join the playful parade.

As the day unfolds, the house becomes a vibrant canvas, painted with the hues of love and togetherness. Joel, now with Aurora on his shoulders, navigates through the lively crowd. You find a quiet moment with Ellie, who is holding Joelseph with a tender smile.

“He’s adorable,” Ellie remarks, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and affection. “Feels like just yesterday you were dealing with my teenage antics.”

You laugh, remembering those not-so-distant days. “Time flies, doesn’t it? Now look at us, and you, with a little family of your own.”

Ellie glances around the room, the sparkle of the holiday lights reflecting in her eyes. “Couldn’t ask for a better way to spend Christmas. And look at Joel, still being the heart and soul of this chaos.”

You follow her gaze to Joel, who is now surrounded by a group of kids, listening intently to one of Jane and Jules’ stories. The love in his eyes is evident as he shares in their laughter and mischief.

Ellie looks back at you, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You both did an amazing job. I’m proud to be part of this.”

And in that moment, as the laughter and warmth of your family envelop you, you couldn’t agree more. This Christmas, with all its magic, has woven another chapter into the rich tapestry of your lives–a chapter filled with love, laughter, and the cherished moments that make your family truly extraordinary.

As the festivities continue, Ellie, still cradling Joelseph, couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease Joel. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she approaches Joel, who’s now attempting to disentangle himself from a knot of kids.

“Hey, old man,” Ellie quips, giving Joel a playful nudge. “You holding up okay with all these little rascals running around?”

Joel chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes. “Someone’s gotta keep ‘em in check. You’ll find out soon enough, Ellie. Parenthood’s no joke.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Joelseph. “You’re the expert now, huh? It took you guys long enough to figure out the secret recipe for a baby boy.”

Joel grumbles and feigns offense. “Well, it’s not like we had a manual.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “Says the guy who needed a football team's worth of daughters before finally getting a son.”

You join in on the banter, giving Joel an amused smile. “Took a bit of trial and error, but look at our charming little Joelseph now.”

Ellie leans in, bouncing the baby gently in her arms. “Not bad for an old guy, huh, kiddo?” she cooed, earning a content gurgle from the baby.

As the day of joyful chaos begin to wind down, the once lively house now settles into a more serene atmosphere. The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree cast a gentle glow over the living room as the laughter of the children gradually transforms into quiet giggles and yawns.

You and Joel, tired but content, herd the kids upstairs for their bedtime routine. The kittens, Ginny and Joel, follow along, their playful antics slowing down as they, too, sensing the impending calm.

“Alright kiddos, time for bed.” Joel announces, his tone gentle but firm as he ushers the kids into their respective rooms.

The procession of bedtime rituals unfold–one by one, teeth are brushed, pajamas are put on, and stories are read. The younger ones nestle into their beds, eyelids growing heavy with the sweet fatigue of a day filled with excitement.

As you check on each child, offering goodnight kisses and tucking them in, Joel moves gracefully through the house, turning off the twinkling lights and closing curtains. The house seems to exhale, the echoes of joyous laughter replaced by the hushed whispers of bedtime.

In the quiet moments between putting the kids to bed, you found Joel in the hallway, sharing a look of satisfaction passing between you. The day had been a whirlwind of love and joy, and now the peaceful hush settles over the house like a comforting blanket.

“Another Christmas for the books,” Joel remarks, his voice low.

You nod, a smile playing on your lips. “And many more to come, I hope.”

The two of you continue the nightly routine, gently closing doors and ensuring the house was ready for the calm of night. The soft glow of the light spilling from your bedroom illuminates your path as you and Joel make your way into the room, where little Joelseph lay sleeping in his bassinet.

Joel pauses by the doorway, his eyes fondly watching the baby. “He’s been the best gift, hasn’t he?”

You nod, a warmth settling in your heart. “The best, indeed.”

The day had been a symphony of chaos and joy, a beautiful crescendo that had now found its resolution in the quietude of the evening. As you and Joel retire to your room, you can’t help but reflect on the blessings of family, love, and the precious moments that make Christmas truly magical.

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Harp Lesson (+18)

MINORS DNI

Summary: You had enough of your instrument, and you wanted to try out his. How could you have said no when he offered?

AKA Link teaches you "techniques".

Pedal Harpist!Link x Fem!Reader (Sky x Reader)

Read the collection in Ao3

A/N: This is tagged as both LU and Skyward Sword Link, as I imagine them to have the same personality.

This story was born after a long inspirational chat with @pinkalmondcake about imagining the Chain in different roles in an orchestra! (From a piano technician to a pedal harpist...), which for now we are calling the LU Music/Musician AU, but who knows :D Stay tuned for more content!

Also big thanks to @beyondtheglowingstars for having a first look at it and the feedback!

Also tagging you guys because after seeing your content I think you'd enjoy this (hopefully) @chainsofgoldandash @chain-link-smut Duet mentioned: Saint-Saëns, Fantaisie for Violin & Harp, Op. 124 — Camerata Pacifica

You were in the practice wing of the conservatory, trying to play the latest piece that was prepared for the upcoming concert that was planned. The sounds were just not coming out as clean anymore as you were trying to keep yourself focused. 

Being the principal first violin, or the “concertmaster” as they called it, was absolutely making you feel the pressure. Not like the orchestra was that big, it was a chamber orchestra, a bit of an odd one perhaps due to its composition. You had both a harpist AND a concert pianist, for starters. And they all had the same name… Link.

Inner base of your left index finger started to hurt, did you start to hold the violin wrong all of a sudden? You sighed as you gave up and held your violin like a guitar, deciding to pizzicato the rest instead. It also counted as practice, right? As you plucked the strings according to the sheet of music in front of you, your mind wandered once again. Plucking… Each time you put your violin in that position and timidly pulled at the strings, you were reminded of him again. The quiet, kind boy with the full lips and calloused hands, sitting in front of the harp, carefully trailing his hands along the strings, like he was lost in a dream. You really wanted to try playing it some day. 

Link… You of course found out later that he was as gremlin-like as one could get, despite his calm and quiet appearance. You would have never thought he was the one that brought the whole chandelier down at the Lumpy Pumpkin years ago, because he “totally had to get that thing up top”. 

Well, neither of you were in Skyloft anymore, and not even on the surface you both were familiar with. And not even THAT long after he defeated Demise, he was ripped apart from all he knew, somehow trailing also you along. But that is a story for another time. 

“(Y/N)?” you heard a soft voice calling for you, jolting you away from your preoccupations. It was him, right outside the door. 

“Oh, hey,” you said absentmindedly. 

"Hey," Link replied, with the warmest smile that always seemed to put you at ease.

You couldn't help but admire how he had a knack for making even the most awkward situations feel comfortable. The atmosphere in the practice room seemed to shift as he walked in, a warm and pleasant energy filling the space.

He glanced at your violin and chuckled softly. "Having a bit of trouble?"

You nodded, still lost in thought. Of course, at this point he knew when and why you would switch to constant pizzicato. "Yeah, it's just not coming out the way I want it to. I can't seem to concentrate,”

Link took a seat nearby, his sky-blue eyes focused on your instrument. "Maybe you need a break,“ he seemed hesitant to continue to his next sentence, but regardless, he spoke up. “How about that duet we talked about a while ago? It might help you relax perhaps."

You perked up at the idea. "Oh, right! Yes, of course… Uhm… “ Your left hand was feeling quite tired at this point, since you pressed on the initial joint way too much. Probably you messed up the technique between the sea of distractions you had. His presence was not helping. 

He felt as if he said something wrong, from your reaction and suddenly his body language shifted to nervousness. 

“Uh, it’s okay if you don’t feel like it right now,” he said, slowly starting to rise from the seat he took. A sudden panic took over you, that’s not what you meant!

“No, no! I want to!” you said, your voice was a bit of a higher pitch than you expected. “I just had enough of my instrument right now,” you raised the violin, holding it with two hands upside down, pretending as if you are about to crush it on the floor, making a chuckle escape from Link. 

“But you know what, I've always wanted to try the harp a little, never had the chance," you said, but then bit your lip. You weren’t sure if he would let you touch it at all, since it was a gift from his precious Zelda. “But it’s okay if-”

A faint smile touched Link's lips as he interrupted you "Well, today's your lucky day. I can show you the basics if you'd like."

You felt a surge of excitement as you nodded eagerly. "I'd love that!"

He got up and led over to the harp in another practice room, its elegant strings shimmering in the soft light of the room. You joined him, your curiosity piqued as he explained the fundamentals, his hands gently guiding yours to pluck the strings, as he made you sit down in front of it. It was a beautiful pedal harp. He also pulled another stool near yours, though he would sometimes lift himself a bit up from it to show you the technique.

“There, I already set up the pedals for you.” 

He showed you how to slightly tilt it towards your right shoulder and there was a moment awkward yet sweet, where you panicked and thought the harp was just going to crush you. Though for some reason, when you heard you don’t need to use your pinky (which was pretty much your enemy while playing the violin), you seemed to have forgotten about the 35 kg instrument that was leaning on you as you screamed “Praise Farore!”

He was used to you being goofy one moment and panicky the next. The hearty laugh he let out made your heart melt. 

“You need to have straight shoulders and a straight back, okay?” he started instructing you.

“Like that?” Apparently you were still slouching a bit, letting the instrument actually almost crush you.

He cranked a little grin, seemingly innocent as he spoke. “Let me show you again…”

As you both leaned over the harp, you couldn't help but feel a growing closeness. The gentle touch of his fingers sometimes brushing on yours accidentally sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. It was as if the basic notes you were playing together was a reflection of the unspoken connection between you.

Link continued to guide you through the basics, his breath warm against your ear as he explained each step. The sensation of his presence, so close and comforting, made your heart race. You were entirely focused on the harp, the music, and Link. Just watching his fingers pluck on those strings, sliding between them as if it had been the most natural thing he had ever done in his life, producing divine tunes... It reminded you of your dream last night instead, the dream of the sounds that he coaxed out of you, as he played idly with the strings of your thong while he was on top of you, his tongue trailing your neck. A soft blush was creeping through your cheeks. You weren’t going to learn anything if this kept on.

“(Y/N)? You there? You gotta have your thumb up, okay?” you were once again jolted back to reality. You were glad he didn’t have a direct view of your face, but he must have still noticed how absentminded you looked. Shit, you didn’t want to be disrespectful, you were enjoying this. Though you couldn’t deny that your fingers were hurting…

“Y-yes, sorry, can you show me the last part again, please?” 

Unintentionally, as he leaned in to show you a particular technique, his chest brushed against your back, and his arms wrapped around you, cradling yours as his hands rested on the strings. There was a little pause. Your breath was stuck on your throat.

“You have to sit a little bit more upright, like this,” he broke the silence which felt like an eternity. He was still so close to your ear. His right hand pressed gently on your lower back and his left hand was pressed in the opposite direction on your bust, as he gently guided you back into the correct posture. It was a motion which should have just fixed your slouch, yet his hand was lingering a little bit too long on the front. 

“And relax your shoulders… It should only be your elbow that’s moving…”

You both froze for a moment, feeling the sudden closeness. His heart thudded against your back, mirroring the rhythm of yours.

"Sorry," he murmured, pulling back slightly. "I didn't mean to..."

Despite his innocent tone, you had a gut feeling that it was almost entirely deliberate.

You turned back to him, still close but within a respectable distance, and your gazes locked. You could see pink creeping up on his cheeks, if only slightly. You just wanted to make sure.

“It’s okay,” you softly spoke, your gaze lingering between his full lips and his cerulean eyes. 

That was most likely the sentence he needed to hear.

He noticed that you bit your lip as your eyes darted between one spot and the other. It almost felt as if he was holding back a smirk, yet he was still careful and polite with his reactions. Noticing the stray hair threatening to dangle in front of your face, he gently tucked it away behind your ear. As his fingers grazed your cheek, you marveled at the sheer willpower it took to stifle a gasp.

Was he sitting a bit closer now? And what was that look?

Now to think of it, did he ever need to sit right behind you like this to teach the instrument anyway?

His hand was still on your cheek, lingering a bit longer than necessary.

Witnessing his gradually fading ability to conceal his response, you suddenly felt bold.

You scooted even closer, he was almost pulling his hand back, but you put your hand on it decisively, feeling the warmth of his hand over your cheek. 

In the next moment, what parted was not the distance between, but your lips instead as the gap between you closed with a soft kiss. 

As your lips met, even though it was a gentle, feather-light touch, you could feel his lust through it, the sensation tender yet hungry. You instinctively moved your hands towards the nape of his neck, as he still held your cheek. 

But he stopped you, moved your hands away and held them on your lap, and grinning into the almost broken kiss the entire time. You were slightly taken aback. 

He was still staring at your lips while you were trying to still process what just happened. You were wondering how he was able to even break the kiss like that, second guessing your decision. Screaming and panicking inside.

He cleared his throat and composed himself, looking all serious suddenly once more. You could also see he was all red, and you could swear his heart was beating almost as fast as yours. Your almost trembling lips made an “O” shape to almost say something.

��Shall we continue?” He interrupted you, with a professional tone. He didn’t even wait for your reply, he stood up and pulled the older stool away. Instead, he got another chair, and moved it adjacent to your stool.

Directly behind. 

“Turn around?” He spoke in a tone that sent a warm feeling towards your center. 

Oh Gods. So that’s what we are doing? Okay…

“Let’s continue from this part here, can you try strumming again as I showed you?”

“Alright…” you were finally able to get a word out. He sat down on the chair, and his body was in direct contact with yours. So warm… You weren’t sure whether or not it was your heartbeat or his that you were feeling. You gulped.

You tried to strum for dear life, but it didn’t even sound like you were able to get a proper sound out. His mouth was so near your ear as he was humming the basic rhythm you were supposed to practice in, his arms were now resting on your lap as he rounded them around your waist. How did you end up here? The nerves were going to be the end of you.

“Nuh-uh, not like that, just relax… okay?” he said as he snaked his fingers away and this time put them on each of your arms and gently caressed them as he kept speaking to your ear, making them come back to your lap.

“Relax your arms a little bit, I mean…” 

He then guided your hands once again to the harp, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand on it. 

“Like that?” you asked, looking for some feedback as your voice trembled a bit.

“Mm-hmm, keep playing” he whispered to the tip of your ear again, as he moved his hands back towards your waist, his fingers trailing down towards your thighs, making little circles on them as he went nearer and nearer towards your center. 

Though your initial reaction was to freeze, his words and actions were also helping you at least to relax your posture, though he wasn’t letting you break the form either, pressing himself onto your back each time you dared to slouch. 

“Like this?” You pressed back as you spoke like a whimper, feeling something growing, making contact with your bottom, feeling his, and perhaps your own heartbeat rising even more. A silent low groan escaped from his lips without him intending to, in which you had the honor of being the “first ear” audience. 

You really wanted to rub your legs together, because an itch that can only be scratched a particular way was also growing. You couldn’t, lest you break form.

His hand slowly lifted the hem of your tunic dress a bit further, since it was already a bit up from the way you were sitting. Your legs were already spread to accommodate a proper position with the big pedal harp, after all. 

You didn’t make a peep.

He put chin on your shoulder, right next to your head, as his hand snaked down under the dress a bit more, and he kept speaking with that low, almost growling tone.

“There is one more thing I want to show you, if that’s okay?” spoken so innocently like a whisper, with only a tinge of mischief in his tone. 

“Y-yeah?” you barely got out.

He spoke so virtuously, indeed. Almost as if his hand wasn’t exactly on your underwear, making light circles over it with his feather-like touch that sent all your nerves screaming. Screaming for more contact, more pressure.

He could absolutely feel how swollen you were under the cotton-fabric as his fingers traced over it. And you could feel his breath also quickening, becoming more uneven yet more and more in sync with yours. 

His lips were trailing your neck and his other hand found and grabbed one of your breasts, caressing it through your dress. Those full lips, oh Goddesses, they felt so good even on your neck as they moved from one sensitive spot to another. 

Especially when he pressed you to himself, as he held you from one breast with his left hand, and grabbed you from your throbbing center with his right. 

You were still holding back that moan, desperately trying to pluck on the strings, thinking this magical moment could end the moment you stopped.

Oh your fingers were going to totally blister later, you did have some calluses on your fingers, but there was no way you could have the ones that a harpist would have. 

But as he trailed his calloused hand slowly up to your stomach and then back down, this time sliding his hand into your underwear and directly on the bundle of nerves that you desperately needed contact on… There was almost no more fight left in you. The harp was pressing on to his hand and his hand was pressing on your clit.

You let out a relieved sigh. The way his fingers callused, it felt even better than you expected.

But his hand wasn’t moving. 

“Mmmm… Very good, keep going, pluck the G string, make sure your wrist is slightly bent in…” he urged you to still try to play the fucking harp with that sultry tone. Each time you tried to pluck the harp, you were feeling even the subtlest vibration from the big instrument. 

Your heart was in your ears, all your blood was rushing south, you were instinctively trying to move from where you are sitting, just to get more pressure, more movement. He was merciful for a moment, his middle and ring finger did a couple of circling motions exactly where and how  you needed it. That was it, you did let out that moan. You could hear him lightly chuckling. 

He continued his instructions however. “Now, spread your legs a little bit more… for me?” There was a tiny bit of hesitation on the last part, as if he wanted to make sure once again that it’s alright to continue. How could you deny his request, when he had you right where you wanted him to? You could of course only oblige. His soft yet almost demanding voice left you hypnotized. 

As you spread your legs a little bit more, he pulled the chair a bit more back, along with you, and created a bit of a distance between you two and the harp. You could feel his dick pressing on you even more with each movement. You were surprised at his self constraint. From your point of view, he should have just taken you. 

“Link…” you spoke his name almost as if you were begging. The way you said his name definitely had an effect on him. But he shushed you. Though you could hear him gulp. Gods… How did he end up with his hand on your wet sex?

“Sssh, we are here for a lesson, aren’t we?” he whispered to your ear again. He took his hand from inside your underwear and brought his middle finger near your mouth. 

“Lick it.” he said firmly this time, with no hesitation. He was focused on his goal. You took his finger between your lips as if it was some other body part of him, and you made sure to make him understand that with the way you licked the tip and sucked the whole finger in, you gave him the full show, as much as you could. 

“Very good,” he almost hissed to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe just a little bit. His now wet finger went back down to where it was, this time back of his hand raising your underwear like a tent.

“Now… Here is another technique…” he said with a dark tone. His middle finger slid down, feeling almost proud after noticing how wet you are, and dipped it inside you just briefly, and brushed it up and down all over your sex, especially focusing on your clit. You gasped. With his index and ring fingers, he pulled the skin over your clit only a tiny bit up, keeping the hood intact. As his fingers were holding your clit in a place he wanted, he plucked on the tip of your slippery clitoral hood with his middle finger, slick with your juices.

“Ah…” was the only sound you could get out. As you pressed and pushed yourself to him after each of his plucks, his other hand on your breast would sometimes pinch your nipple. His kisses on your neck would get momentarily rougher. He would gently bite your ear lobes. He would make sure to dip his finger into you (sometimes two or three), to make sure everything stayed perfectly wet. As moments passed, the plucks became teasing presses, and then finally became proper rubs.  

“You are doing so well for me…” he would whisper sometimes, as your breath hitched, chasing your high, trying to adjust yourself on his fingers.

You just drank the essence of his tone in, because at that point the only thing you knew was that he was determined to make you cream his fingers. He couldn’t know what you exactly liked, but he was sure able to ask for it in the perfect way.

“You like it here…” he would ask, moving his middle and index finger to spot, “...or there?” he would ask again, moving them into a bit more direct contact instead. As your orgasm built up, the way you wanted him to touch you also changed.

Once he made you jump because he touched it too directly. “Oops…” he said as he peppered your neck with kisses, as if each one said “sorry”. He kept massaging that one breast again, and you helped him move his hand into a position you liked before.

Your panties were already gone at that point.

“More…ah… pressure…” you moaned between your pants. 

He could only do as you said. 

Oh his touch was magic.

But the fact that he listened and obliged turned you on as much as the way he was able to pluck his way through your center. 

Your legs were shuddering and shaking as he kept rubbing your clit exactly as you wanted, sometimes his fingers dipping in and out between your slick folds. 

“Yes, Oh Gods, Link…” you were so close, SO close. 

“Mmm-hm…” you could hear he was also getting impatient. His breath was still on your neck, his other hand was under your tunic just kneading your breast roughly as he liked, he started whispering things to your ears that you would have never thought could come from that innocent looking Link. 

“Let go for me (Y/N)... Come for me.” he would keep whispering in repeat as you were on the last leg to your climax.

“Show me how you come… Come on you beautiful thing…” It felt like he would say anything to coax you into your release. Then you’ll be all ready for me.. He also thought but didn’t say out loud yet.

The tight feeling that had been building in your stomach, the one that made your legs and body tremble, was finally about to reach its crescendo. 

You were whimpering his name between the continuous mumbles and mewls of “Please” and “Keep going”. 

With the last flick of his finger on your clit, he pinched a nipple with the other and sucked on your earlobe with his plump and gorgeous lips, while trying to hold you back from falling down. You reached your limit.

“Good girl…” he purred into your ear. 

It all crashed as the sweet sweet embrace of the overstimulation and orgasm washed over you as your insides contracted, you felt like an arrow getting released from a tight strung bow. You saw white.

As he noticed your sensitivity, Link pulled his hand away from there. You turned and straddled him, as you were still panting from your post orgasm bliss, and pulled him into a deep, open mouthed kiss. Not letting him speak. 

Determined the devour the soft plump lips you always adored,

But Link? He wasn’t done yet.

[damianwayne0]

Minecraft || (5)

(part 5)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 |part 6

Dick : can we eat before going? My hunger is at 2 . *Stomach growling*

Jason, rolling his eyes: yeah sure I guess. Come with me .

Damian: is there any vegetarian option?

Tim: seriously ?

Damian: no one asked you anything, idiot.

After eating:

Dick, burping while holding his stomach: I don't think I can move now.

Damian: And it's already night. Also Grayson stop burping near my face *disgusted*

Jason: yeah- *gets hit* what the- *looks down to see a baby zombie* *screams like a girl*

Dick , gets scared hearing Jason scream: What happened? * Sees Jason running away*

Tim : Can't you see the zombie running behind Jason?

Damian, who ran behind the zombie with his diamond sharpness 5 enchanted sword: Todd stop running! If you stop he will stop too!

Jason : mother fucker I can't risk it!!

Dick : Jason just fucking stoppp!

Tim, mutters underneath his breath : I hate this.*sigh*

One zombie baby dieing later :

Jason, panting : what the fuck just happened?

Dick : i also don't know.

Tim : wow Jason I can't believe you got scared because of a baby zombie * laughing*

Jason: Shut up replacement!

Tim : 🙄

Damian: why don't you give us a tour Todd?

Dick , agreeing: yeah, he is right.

Tim: I am also curious.

Jason: yeah , fine come with me .* Sighs*

The three boys then follow their brother. As Jason takes them to show his farm first . When they reach the farm. They see 10 traders captive and 10 lamas.

Dick , goes closer to see the tags on the lamas: who , are, you *name of the first three lamas*

Damian : Joe MaMa ? * reads the last two lamas.

At that point Tim was rolling on the floor while holding his stomach.

Jason: ..... .... .... Let's go somewhere else!.

Damian : yeah whats so ever.

After getting the tour, they sleep. The next day:

Dick , gaging: Eww little wing your morning breath smells ew

Damian , remembering last night : you probably didn't smell drakes fart than if you think todds breath is bad.

Tim, rolling his eyes : shut up gremlin!

Jason: enough! Let's just go ! You guys are making me want to die again. *sighs*

After reaching Y/n s house:

Jason : is that her house?

Damian: yeah.

Dick: woah so big!

Tim : did she made it herself?

Damian: yeah. I made the first floor only but she made the rest .

Jason, pointing : look there is a notice broad.

Tim: go then what are you waiting for? *Steps forward* * falls into a cave*

Jason, feed up: you deserve to be there .

Tim, from the cave : heyyyy! Get me out! I don't have any tools!!

Damian,face palming: * throws him a wooden piaxe*

Jason, to Tim : we are going forward replacement come fast!

Dick : I won't be available here . I am going to Tim's house. * Reading the broad*

Tim, who came from the cave with like 7 arrows says : what? Seriously? All that hard work for nothing!?

Jason , laughing: even Minecraft doesn't want you to be happy.

Damian, regretting his life decisions: why did I even come with y'all ? I better off mining my ass off .

Dick , tired : let's go to Tim's house again I guess?

Jason: 😂👍

Damian:😒👍

Tim :🥹👍

Notes • I hope you liked this and English isn't my first language so please ignore the mistakes and don't forget to like ^⁠_⁠^✨ .part 6 (last part) will come soon .

[fatuismooches]

I BRING FOR THEE SOME JOLLYFULL DOTTORE FLUFF....

I wish I could celebrate christmas with Dottore and his segments ommmggg.... IMAGINE all of the segments fighting to have their gift to you opened first 💀💀 full on brawls (while theyre all fighting Zandy comes up to reader and gives them his present LOL sneaky mf)

OG Dottore using the pufflings as ornaments for the christmas tree 💀 reader is NOT amused. All the segments eyeing their presents from reader and having to hold themselves back from pouncing on the wrapped gift. augugushisohobskbbkds

Reader getting them all the dottores theur own personalized gifts, each one unique and they're all so happy and yippeful!!!! 😭

(side note I cannot wait for winter break omg.....) - 🐓

AHH YES!! HOLIDAY SHENANIGANS WITH DOTTORE AND THE SEGMENTS!! <3 Ah you would have to be the one to convince him to do all this stuff... honestly, he considers the holiday spirit and traditions rather a waste of time and doesn't see the point, but, you look so happy and excited! And you've gotten little Zandy on your side too, telling him all the stories and sweet things people do on Christmas. So now he has two gremlins begging him for just a little bit, the tiniest touch of Christmas decoration. Fine.

Admittedly, gift-giving is not one of the segments' strong points, their idea of gifts is rather... well, very Dottore-like, if you know what I mean. But, you still treasure anything they give you, so they don't have that much of a problem! (Though you probably shouldn't answer their question if they ask you what you want. Because then you'll end up with like a dozen different copies of the same gift.) Also, they're very competitive when it comes to this. It's like a battle to see whose gift you liked the best, so please try to love all of them equally because you don't want to deal with an overly gloating segment. (Bb Zandy definitely does that!! Clever little boy taking advantage of the chaos to give his favorite person their gift! Ahh he probably did something handmade like a storybook for you and was worried that it wouldn't be as good since it has no monetary value but, you reassured him you love it dearly.)

NOOOO Prime being mean to the Puffttores as usual!! He picks the lil guys up by that strand of blue hair and hooks them to the tree... and watches as they miserably fail to get free... you immediately unhook the poor babies. If you think about it, your gift is probably like, the first gift they've ever received before. So they are ANTSY about what possibly it could be. One segment was caught trying to open his gift and you gave him a swift scolding. (AHH the image of you carefully wrapping all of their gifts and adding their name tag to each is sooo!!)

Mistletoe traps are a must as well. The minute you jokingly tell them about the tradition of kissing under it, suddenly they are placed in the most random areas of the usually grim lab. You brought this upon yourself.

You also bake some different sweets for them on Christmas morning as well! You leave the trays to cool for a few minutes but when you come back, everything is already gone. Sigh.

[mimikittysblog]

♡21:40♡

Pairing: Poly! Ateez x Fem! Reader

Genre: Super duper fluffy

Warnings: some mxm, pet names, reader is very sick

A/N: Hope you guys like this as much as you like the texts 🥺💕 tho ngl the ending is a bit meh. Anyways likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!

Tagging: @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @bee-gremlin @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity (if you wanna be tagged in my next poly ateez story, texts or not then please let me know!)

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You were sick.

Like very sick.

You had been for a while and you really thought it would just go away after some time and with a few cups of good tea. However it was just one of those times where it didn’t and it lead to where you were now.

Flopped on the couch after a long days of work so sick, tired and weak to the point you didn’t even take off your shoes, let alone take a shower.

You knew you should’ve taken the day off and even more so you should’ve informed your lovely 8 boyfriends of your condition. However it was so busy for not only you but your boys this time of year. Your job really needed you around and the boys had to be on their A game.

Not like they weren’t always were. Those boys are so admirable when it comes to their work ethic and determination. It’s one of the things you love about them. It’s just this time of year is when they really have NO room to slack off. So you didn’t have the heart to tell them.

You barely see them around anyway, as they come home late and you leave early. You couldn’t bare the thought of them having to deal with you when they’re already so busy with work, no doubt dealing with so much pressure and stress. Even though deep down you knew they wouldn’t care and would drop anything to make sure you’re okay.

‘Cause you would do the exact same thing.

About an hour after you practically passed out on the couch, Yunho and San arrived home.

Thankfully they were able to get all the work they needed to get done super quick today, so they got home much earlier than usual. As they walked into the living room thats when Yunho spotted you.

He chuckled at how cutely you looked and then pointed you out to San who awed at you. They thought you just got home too and decided to close your eyes for a bit.

“Princess we’re home.” Yunho called sweetly.

“Come on now silly butt, get up so we can shower together.” San said with a big smile at the thought of relaxing under the shower with his lovers.

However you didn’t respond.

They both pouted and furrowed their eyebrows as they got closer. You were asleep? That’s quite unlike you. They knew how much you love a refreshing shower after work then to change into one of their hoodies. Were you that tired?

“..sweetheart?” Yunho said as he crouched down next to the couch. He softly moved your hair out of your face to check up on you.

Just from that very soft touch alone he was able to tell how hot your skin was. His eyes widened and as he looked at San with worry.

“Baby you’re sick??” He asked surprised as he looked back at you wondering how he and the rest had no idea.

“What?” San questioned softly as he crouched next to Yunho.

He then places the back of his hand properly on your forehead. His eyes also then widened with worry as there was no denying it.

You were incredibly sick.

Their hearts clenched at how they truly had no clue how sick you were, how much you needed them and how you didn’t tell them..

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Yunho: Guys. Come home. Now.

Seonghwa: what why? What’s the matter?

San: Princess is sick. She has such a high fever and from the sound of her breathing her nose is stuffed. She’s literally passed out on the couch rn and god knows what other sicknesses she’s having.

Wooyoung: WHAT?! She didn’t tell us anything! 🥺

Yunho: I know and at this point that doesn’t matter rn. She needs us. Hurry.

After they sent the texts to the rest of them they quickly got to work.

As Yunho picked you up softly and carried you to bed, San prepared a small basin filled with cold water and some towels. As Yunho was undressing you, San brought in the basin and they both started cleaning you as softly as they could.

Truly not long after they started, they heard the front door open and peeked in Jongho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung.

“How bad is it..?” Jongho asked as he softly entered the room with the rest.

“..bad..” Yunho muttered.

Seonghwa then carefully approached you and placed his hand on your forehead too and almost gasped.

“She’s burning up.. Oh God our poor princess..” he said as he softly ran his hand through your hair.

Wooyoung then approached Yunho with a hoodie from their closet and your shorts.

“Thank you love.” Yunho said softly as he gave Wooyoung a kiss on the head and started dressing you as soon as San was sure you were dry.

“Seonghwa hyung and I are gonna go make her some soup. Yeosang is already on his way home, Hongjoong hyung and Mingi are going as fast as they can to finish recording. They’ll be home soon..” He mumbled to the two who arrived home first.

“Okay.. I’ll go help you cook too, you two will watch over her?” San asked

“Yeah of course.” Jongho confirmed as he sat down next to you and softly stroked your hair.

Yunho then nodded as he gave wooyoung another kiss and sent him on his way.

“You’ve eaten Yunho?” Seonghwa asked.

“Uh.. no not yet hyung. We got take out but we haven’t eaten it yet...” Yunho explained as his eyes trailed back down to you.

“Hmm alright.. I’ll make Sannie eat then once he’s done you can eat and San will watch over.” Seonghwa said as he reached over to grab his hand.

“Alright hyung.. thank you..”

“Of course.”

With that he gave yunho’s hand a comforting squeeze then gave jongho a sweet pat on the head before leaving to join the others in the kitchen.

“Could she really not tell us she was this sick..?” Jongho asked softly still stroking your hair.

“I.. don’t know.. we’ll ask her when she’s awake and feeling better.” Yunho replied as he sat down on the bed as well softly holding your hand.

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As they continued to watch over you, after a while they heard the front door open and some muttering. Soon the door to the room opened again revealing Yeosang.

“Oh princess… she looks so pale..” He muttered as he made his way to her. “Has she not woken up yet?” He asked as he stood beside Jongho.

“No.. we should just let her rest before we wake her up to eat.” Jongho replied.

“Hmm. I bought some medicine on my way home.. Hopefully they’re enough.. if not we can take her to a doctor…” Yeosang informs the two boys as he placed the medicine on a nearby table.

“Thank you Sangie..” Yunho said before continuing to ask if the soup is ready. And right on cue, Wooyoung popped his head in again.

“Soups ready. And yunho baby, Hyung wants you to eat now.” He said.

The lovers in the room then nodded.

As softly as he possibly could, Yunho began to wake you up.

“Princess.. princess.. wake up please..? We need you to eat and take some medicine…” He said oh so softly with some extra soft shakes.

“Baby..? Baaaabbyy..” Yeosang also called out to you.

Your eyes soon started to flutter open as you take in your surroundings. You however closed them again quickly as the headache in your head began.

“Ugh..” you groaned

“Oh baby what is it..? Your head hurts..?” Jongho who was still stroking your hair asked.

You could only nod.

“Honey bun.. do you think you can get up..? You need to eat..” Wooyoung asked

Slowly you opened your eyes again and finally realized your sweet boyfriends were home.

“Wait.. you guys are home? So early..” You muttered, voice so hoarse it made everyone frown.

“Yes we are sweetie.. we’ll talk about that later.. now we should get some yummy food in that belly okay..? Do you think you can get up..?” Yunho replied then asked.

Your head was still pounding and as much as you wanted to try, you knew its best to just stay, so you softly shook your head.

“Okay I’ll tell hyung, come Yunho you still need to eat.” Wooyoung then said as he retreated back to the kitchen.

Yunho didn’t really have an appetite after seeing how sick you were and he wanted nothing more than to just stay and make sure you’re okay. However he knows his boyfriends and even you will scold him if he doesn’t eat. So with that he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and got up to go eat.

“I’ll be right back okay..? Jongie and Sangie will be right here.. Eat well darling.” He said to you before leaving.

You could only nod back before looking back at your boyfriends.

“When did you guys get home..?” You asked

“Yunho hyung and San hyung got home first and found you.. told us and then I, Wooyoung hyung and Seonghwa hyung quickly got home after that. They just finished cooking your soup.” Jongho explained.

“Hmm I just got home, and I’m pretty sure Mingi and Hongjoong hyung will be home any minute.” Yeosang added.

You then hummed before Seonghwa and San came into the room carrying a tray of a big bowl of soup and some of your favorite tea.

“Hi our darling..” Seonghwa greets you as San puts down the tray in your lap softly.

You weakly smiled at them and began to open your mouth to greet them however Yeosang cut you off.

“Shhh.. don’t talk to much pumpkin.. your voice sounds so hoarse… your throat must be very scratchy and painful hmm..?”

With a soft sigh you nodded.

“Okay then.. lets get some food in you okay? Can I feed you?” San asked

You made some gestures indicating that you could do it yourself however they weren’t having it.

“Let us take care of you. You’re extremely sick okay? Your pouting game will not work tonight honey.” Jongho said

Of course you were outnumbered so you just sighed and opened your mouth to let San feed you as the rest began preparing your medicine.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Once your bowl of soup was almost empty, the front door was opened and the footsteps of the last two can be heard. Said two as quickly as they entered the house, quickly entered your room guilt, concern and sadness evident in their faces.

“Oh princess…” Mingi said as he walked closer

“Baby.. oh you finished your food, good girl. Medicine?” Hongjoong praised then asked with a pet to your head.

“Right here.” Seonghwa said as he gave you the medicine to drink.

Wordlessly you took the medicine and drank some of your tea.

“Okay.. good… How are you feeling now darling?” Hongjoong asks.

“..better..” you said as softly as you could so you wouldn’t harm your throat even more.

“Thats great love..” Mingi said.

Soon the last two that were missing from your bedroom entered again and were pleased to see you finished your food as well. Now all of your boyfriends were here and sitting somewhere in your bedroom.

“Sweetheart..” Seonghwa started as he sat beside you holding your hand. “Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling so well..? You’re so sick.. this must’ve been going on for a while… and none of us had a clue?”

You took a deep breath before carefully replying, being mindful of your throat. “We were so busy… I.. didn’t want to distract you… a-and I thought It’d get better on its own..”

“You still should’ve told us princess.. you know we would’ve taken some time off to help you get better… and you should’ve taken time off yourself.” Yunho chimed in.

“I didn’t think you could afford to spare some time… and my job needed me..” You pouted looking down playing with seonghwa’s fingers.

“Darling… you hurt us… do you not know we’d stop time for you if we could? You know we literally would do anything for you… We 100% would’ve figured out a way to make sure our work still gets done and be able to take care of you… like we always do. I’m sure you know that..” Mingi said.

You looked up at him to see nothing but sincerity in his eyes. As you looked around, you see sincerity in all their eyes.

“I do… I just.. I don’t know… I just really didn’t want to be a bother. I don’t want you guys to be more stressed than you already are and if I caused you guys to fall behind th-“ You were cut off by Wooyoung shushing you.

“Nope. No. You would never be the reason for that. We would never blame you and you know we would reprimand anyone who thinks that. Sweetheart. You’re our precious girlfriend… you would never be a bother to us.” Wooyoung said full of reassurance.

“Baby… We understand. You wanted us to do well and you were worried for us and wouldn’t want to add more stress or something. However like everyone here has said. You’re no burden. No trouble. And especially no bother. We love you and want you healthy and happy alright?” Hongjoong said as he stroked your hair.

You all looked at them and softly nodded. Heart filled with love and you give them a smile that they find so precious.

“Alright. Now please promise us you’ll tell us if you’re sick? Even if it’s just the tiniest cough or sneeze, you’ll still let us know? And yes we’ll promise to do the same.” Seonghwa asked.

“Promise. Now all of you cuddle me to sleep please?” You said with a pout and arms out.

Everyone then let out a soft chuckle and nodded.

With that, they got to work to cleaning up your dishes as San scooped you up and carried you to the master bedroom where that room is specifically for big cuddle sessions. and other stuff 👀

San tucked you in as he got in beside you. Soon enough loud footsteps can be heard as a couple of them (Wooyoung, Yunho, Mingi and Seonghwa) were racing to be on the other side of you. Which ended up going to Jongho as he slipped in while the others were still fighting by the door.

Eventually all of them got into a comfortable position.

“I love you all so much.” You mumbled softly into the darkness.

“We love you too our love.” Mingi said softly.

“Get some rest.” Said Yeosang.

“Tomorrow we’ll make you an even better soup!” Wooyoung then exclaimed loudly.

“Sleeeeppp!” Jongho groaned.

With that you all kinda giggled with each other a little bit longer than you would like. Making sleep not as easy but you all really wouldn’t have it any other way.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

© mimikittysblog 2024

[kanerallels]

bestie!! Can you tell me about your book, Land of Tales? I may have just stalked the tag for a solid forty minutes and I’m dying to know more (I LOVE me some good fairytale retellings)

BESTIE I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK I'm so so honored?? Thank you so much!! (also same we love fairy tale retellings they're amazing)

OKAY SO! I'm gonna give you a brief overview of the book in case you didn't see what it's about, then I'll do some fun facts because I deserve it as a treat and I'm hyperfixating on my own book series right now (and also Valiant. Minor detail. LET'S MOVE ON)

The main plot: My girl Rebecca Wood lives on Earth, but never knew her parents. She discovers at the beginning of the book that she, and the family she never knew, is from the fairy tale world, and so she goes there with the help of this socially awkward cinnamon roll, Liam. We love Liam, and we feel bad about the amount of Horrors I put him through, including but not limited to social interactions and torture

The rest of the book is basically Rebecca and Liam's travels through Avena (fairy tale world) meeting fairy tale characters and evading the evil Empress Goldilocks (who has magic plants and fairy tale princesses for assassins). And there are more books. Or there will be. Four overall in the main series, two prequels, umm... *pauses to count* okay yeah there are a lot of stories post canon. And I've already written a handful of short stories for fun and profit!

And now it's fun facts about some of the characters time:

Cinderella is, as mentioned, an assassin! She has fabulous fashion taste, glass shoes that can morph into any shoe type she wants, and is incredibly sadistic. Her husband Gavin is what would happen if Jean-Ralphio Saperstein, Schimdt from New Girl, and Oscar from The Rookie were fused into one incredibly vain, lazy person who wore a lot of capes

Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk is a pirate (occasionally of the sky). He's married to a future seer who basically tricked him into taking her hostage the first time they met, and has two kids. They are utter gremlins and we love them

Alec and Risha, who I've been talking about lately, are from Camelot. Risha's dad is Sir Gareth, aka Gawain's cool brother. In my series, the people of Camelot have Australian accents because why not?

OH MY GOSH I JUST THOUGHT OF A CHARACTER I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT ON HERE okay his name is Bob. It's short for uhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm gonna be straight with y'all I don't remember his full name. It's really long. But he's the Magic Mirror from Snow White! He's a cursed prince who likes shipping his best friend with her love interest, and boba tea (if it exists in this universe. I shall ponder this) and he's just a little chaos gremlin and I would die for him

Somehow, every single ship in this series is enemies to lovers (except Alec and Risha, slow burn friends to idiots in love my beloved) and it's really funny to me. They're all different flavors of enemies to lovers, too. We've got "coworkers who annoy the crap out of each other to lovers", "I tried to kill your friends that one time and am involved in the organization that killed your brother but now we're working together and technically I'm engaged but it's a engagement of convenience and we're connecting to lovers", and one of my personal favorites, "you forced me to take you hostage that one time and now I'm stuck with you which is really annoying to lovers". There are, believe it or not, others

One more fun fact for the road: I have a book planned that's set after the series, and it's a combination of no less than three fairy tales at once. Possibly more, for all I know

Oh, and actually last of all! The first book in the series, which I shall not reveal the title of just yet because DRAMA, is finished! All polished up and shiny, and I'm currently looking into publishing options and cover artists! (also my girl a.spice is doing illustrations I can't wait for you guys to see them they're incredible)

[a-traveling-void-human]

Prompt I stole from Reddit and implied tons of BKDK to!!

[Part two: Mentors!]

This trope is very universal, and what I meant is that this prompt came from alot of people so uh- yeh. Still if you feel I stole your brain juice, give me a call! (Ngl this idea is kinda mostly my own thoughts but I digress)

One of my favorites Izuku-centric ideas that came out of Reddit are always those that explore the "smart mastermind" potential that Deku has, but the thing is. I always crave BKDK in it somehow, EVEN IF IT'S JUST IMPLIED!! I am obsessed I know, but hey! What chu can do with that lmao? So, What if Kacchan is ALSO involved in the chaos?

Nezu! 🐁🤍

Ah yes! Mentor (Parental) Nezu is another favorite trope of mine to read! I'm not sure why I liked it so much since Nezu as a character is not really a fleshed out character in MHA as far as I know and mostly he's seen as the villain in some fics which.. is sad really. BUT the fics that's I've read so far under the tag of Mentor Nezu is ALWAYS fun to read!

Example:

Zutopia

Substitute (Series)

We be Gremlin

And probably more because I have a memory of a gold fish

Usually fics that has Mentor Nezu are fics with td/dk and Shinsou or the three of them. Which, is not what I wanted.. and the ones with Kacchan only have him there? Like, sure. Most of these fics are Deku centric but I'm kind of interested at the idea of Kacchan is also present and being Mentored.. So I'm making an idea of my own! Maybe I'll write it down- or someone can pick it up.. who knows!

Plot for "The world is our Playground"

Katsuki. The one with the strong quirk, the one with a brash personality. The Golden goose of Aldera. That kid. Yeah, Katsuki doesn't like that fucking title.

Sure, all that is true but it doesn't mean he wants to be remembered, but only with that? Sure, being remembered with a powerful quirk means he will eventually be the number one once he's a hero.. right?

One day though during his middle school years, something interesting happened. While he was walking home with the extras, he saw something alarming in a guy. Everyone seemed to find the person normal but his hunches have always never been wrong and Katsuki is so tempted to just blast the guy up off his face. Obviously he can't. 

So, he did the next best thing. Memorise the person's appearance and send the information to a trusted source. 

Something that others seemed to overlook when it comes to Katsuki is that, he might be brash and full of himself, he is also very dang observant. He won't remember your name, but that doesn't mean he forgets your face.

Then there's a matter of sending this information to. Katsuki knows that the police force will just ignore this information.. and honestly, Fair enough. Even with Katsuki's pride, he knew that people call his people analysis skill just a mere "hunch". Then again, if he could be a hero like this, then why the fuck not start now? He thought of it on his way back home, (ignoring the extras,) then typing a report for the specific facial features, reason why the report exists and sending it straight to UA. After He's done, he continues with his routine and fucking ignoring whatever he had done earlier.

The next morning, he woke up and did his usual Saturday routine. Nothing new, nothing interesting, until he fucking saw the news. The guy. That's the fucking guy Katsuki saw just yesterday being charge for sexual assults of many woman down street. Apparently, the bitch had a quirk where he could change his face in a time frame of 24 hours and Katsuki just so happened to report the bitch ass right on the 1 hour mark. The guy got arrested 5 hours later.

Holy shit this is a fucking victory. Sure, he didn’t physically catch the bastard but he did inform whoever was in charge at that time. Katsuki felt the high of achieving something good and now he REALLY wanted to do it again. So it becomes somewhat of a routine that has been happening for months. Katsuki loves it. He might not get the fame but, he could probably put this in his resume. Katsuki was about to start his usual walk around the city, (that he calls an unofficial hero patrol), when suddenly his phone buzzed. Didn't he put it in silence?

Whatever, he'll just answer and continue his usual routine. 

that's where I will left off the plot for now.. To be honest this fic Idea has been rotting in my brain that it started to smell.. stinky. A friend of mind told me that there's an actual Manga of MS! Kats and Izuku working with each other which I will read if I ever decide to actually write this story.

And She also mentioned that I need to explain more of Katsuki's thought process when he does his "Hunch" moments. Which OH BOY I'm so up to research. I love humans expressions- and I really want to learn how to portray it both of my art and writing.

Key points of the plot.

Note: These plot points doesn't make sense and these points mostly focuses on HOW they become chaotic scary gremlins together.

Nezu taking Izuku as his personal student at the age of 9 (Fucking bizarre I know.

Katsuki starting his new routine of observing people in the city.

Nezu taking Katsuki after a month of Kat's hunch routine bullshit

Nezu telling Katsuki he knew he was the one who sent the anonymous report, that instead of doing things on his own, he could take him in officially as another of his personal students. Katsuki of course accepts.

Then Nezu started his first task for him titled, “Redemption.” This confuse Kats-

Then oh.. his other student is.. Deku.

Task Redemption is Katsuki's trial of being Nezu's student. Izuku deems this task unnecessary but Nezu won't take bullies into his school, but he also doesn't want a waste potential in a student. Nezu deemed that Katsuki can still learn so he also tasked Izuku with the task of his own. Task of Confidence. (This fic is a crack yes but I like to think that even if Katsuki did stupid shit, he was still a kid. So he deserves punishment but not his future being taken away from him.)

Task of Redemption: Observe your behaviour and realise your mistakes. (Basically he needs to back track his behavior and slowly realize his terrible behavior.. on his own. Nezu could have just thrown this boy to therapy but my Rat has his reasons)

Task of Confidence: Mimics someone's confidence to make it your own. (This task is so easy for Izuku... "Kacchan Sugoi!" and All that. But I think what Nezu meant by Mimicking, is to PUT those learning into his own personality.)

The two tasks are long period tasks that will act like a long time project. It will end once Nezu deems it so. He will also give the two cases to solve or work to learn and other things.

The tasks will take at least a year in a half to finish. After a long one sided screaming match, to actual brawl between the boys, the two started to finally talking and eventually being actual friends again. (This development kind of shocks Aldara and kind of tries to separate the boys because of it, which made Nezu plans to destroy the school.) By this time Izuku and Katsuki are best friends again, with rivalry the size of Mount Fuji, (Nezu encourages the rivalry and even hands them a point system).

Izuku still gets OFA in this AU, but with Nezu also being a part of the mentoring and Katsuki knowing from the start. (All Might does not know that though.)

Then Nezu gave them another Task. This time, it's a collaboration.

Theatrics of trust and lies

Izuku and Katsuki have to act like how they used to. No one can know their true relationship in the hopes of actually giving false assumptions of their true nature and learning to trust others while in the act. (Like how the fuck do you fool someone while LEARNING how to trust someone? Like, what chu mean by that Nezu??)

Basically Izuku and Katsuki have to fool everyone in the school while learning who they could trust for the future. This fucking task does not make sense and when Katsuki ask just that, Nezu just smiles and laughs and said. “The teachers of UA have been informed that I already picked two students as my personal students and I challenge them that if they could find them, they'll get a raise!”

“So in short, you want us to fuck with everyone's day?”

“Exactly!”

“That sounds delightful sir!”

“Hell fuckin yeah!”

Yeah, Nezu, Izu and Kats are chaotic in this story. You can tell that this is an ABSOLUTE CRACK STORY and honestly I'm tempted to name this fic the "Who can make Aizawa have a seizure the fastest this week?".

Nezu thoughts of the boys and plot kinda

Obviously Nezu sees them as his wonderful personal students. He mostly was fond of, Only, Izuku at first. I mean come on, the boy is smart, kind and has a heart of a hero.. but his self-image needs to be changed. Then there's Katsuki who he didn't even want to bring to UA after knowing what he did to Izuku. (Btw this is pre-slash and both boys are still in the start of middle school so Katsuki hasn't said the infamous line. He probably won't say it in this AU.) Yet Izuku still sees something in him and honestly? He trusted Izuku's judgment and decided to let Izuku message him to come and meet the principal himself in person. Of course he also grew fond of Katsuki and honestly he's now glad that the two are both his students before he have to watch him be an actual students in his school but not directly teaching them.

He also kept the fact that he have personal students a secret. Mostly wanting to get the HPSC out of his hair.. like how is he going to explain that the "Infamous wonder duo" are literal children he teaches? He's sure that they'll take his kids away and no thank you for that!

Nezu loves teaching the boys! He really do! So what if his teaching methods are "immoral?" Making sure society are in the hands of the capable future is what Nezu wants in the end! (Ah yes, nothing beats the "How to rule the country" talk during Tea.)

Little facts for Izuku in the main timeline

Still stutters but not as much.

He yaaaps more that he now knows at least 2 people will listen.

Secretly also loves the drama, but listens more when it comes to telling the story. Kacchan can explain it better anyway! Though he also will throw gasoline to an already burning fire.

"Kacchan Sugoi" is still apart of his vocabulary

Both Katsuki and Him are a menace in school. When they get along again, they'll always team up and will obliterate every other team left and right. The worst part is that no one can complain or separate them.

Is somewhat fit before OFA. Him and Katsuki has been training together

A wolf in sheep clothing (Nezu corrupt him) Still a hero of course.. but he will not be as merciful, when he reveals every dirt and skeletons you have hidden.

Great at acting. Sometime too great.

Focuses on Hacking and Learning information through datas.

Befriend Hatsume Mei along the way.

What's make Izuku and Katsuki different in terms of observing others is that, Izuku's specializes in Quirk observations which makes him also great at reading people but not as good as Katsuki.

Little facts for Katsuki in the main timeline:

Caring in his own way

Don't let his attitude fool you, he fucking loves drama. Nezu and him have tea over talking shit about other people. (Izuku is never in this line of topic)

A listener most of the time but also a yapper when it comes to certain topics.

Told himself that, "No Katsuki. You are not as insane like the Rat and Nerd! You're there because you NEED to make sure they both don't fucking die or worst, rule society without me." While in reality he is also chaotic.

Still admires All Might, but wants to fucking kick him in the NUTS.

Great at acting. Of course, Nezu teaches them both.

Still have temper issues but Nezu encourage his temper to be used into something good so they're working on how.

Still felt guilty about what he'd done to Deku.

His personality has mellowed down somewhat but still is as rude as ever.. just not around Deku and Nezu.

Between Izuku and Katsuki, Katsuki looks and had a different aura when silent. Like, he's usually loud... so when he's silent?

Focuses on Learning information through observation or word of mouth. People watching basically. Of course he can hack and decode shit like Izuku so sometimes the two switch positions when it comes to gathering information

That's the story plot so far. I apologize if this doesn't came out good but I really do like the idea of it! But between college and my brain being an asshole, I can't keep this idea in any longer. For now, I'm going to name this AU, the Chaos Duo.

I'll edit any mistakes if I see one.. for now I want to nap.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

welcome to the show

first full-length fic about my favorite gremlin to torture, nova, and their universe! somewhat... i wonder how you guys would feel about this hehehe

(cw: unreality, blood)

The building has appeared out of nowhere, between the space of the two stores you frequently visit. It is a movie theater of sorts, the old-timey kind that has a marquee showing what shows are currently playing. There’s only one show as far as you can see, but its letters have been rendered ineligible to your eyes.

You stare at the strange building for a moment, your umbrella on your side. You received an invitation a few days ago about a new showing in town, and you haven’t expected it to be this. Well, you’ve come here already, so why not see what all of this is about?

The lobby isn’t any less strange, with its dizzying checkboard-patterned floor and mirror ceiling. The space is decked out with balloons, posters, cardboard figures, and what looks like abandoned film props. Nervously, you approach the ticket booth, where an attendant stands and perks up upon seeing you.

“Welcome to the theater!” they trill, their voice clear as chiming bells. The tag on their uniform says HELLO! along with a scribbled-out name. Their crimson-hued eyes look at you, then at the invitation letter gripped tightly in your hand. “Oooh~” They give you a mischievous smile and slide a ticket to you. “So you’re here to watch that, huh? I have a feeling you’re gonna love it – it’s a real crowd-pleaser!”

“Uh, thanks?” you say, taking the ticket.

Leaving the ticket booth, you walk past the concession stand where a cat-like monster in suspenders and a striped hat is standing. They don’t look at you, absentmindedly chewing on a lollipop. You don’t think you will need any popcorn or drink with this showing.

The showing theater itself is quite small, with rows of faded red seats. The movie is already playing on the screen, so you quickly move to a seat you prefer – middle row of course for maximum enjoyment. As you navigate through the dark space, you see a few others sitting scattered over the space, their forms still and unmoving but their eyes are glued to the screen. Shaking off the unnerving sight, you settle in to watch the movie.

On the screen, a human child is standing face-to-face against a skeleton monster. After a brief exchange of words, the two immediately engage in battle – a glorious one at that. The human dies over and over, but for some reasons, they always come back, more dead set on killing the obstacle in front of them than before. You sit up, on the edge of your seat, as you try to decipher what is happening between both of them.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

The sudden voice startles you. You turn around to see someone on the seat next to you, their face obscured by the hat they’re wearing, but you can feel the way their dark eyes pierce into you, as if watching your every twitch.

“It’s, uh, fine,” you stammer, unable to come up with anything better to say on the spot.

“Just ‘fine’?” The mysterious figure says, their smile illuminated by the light from the screen. “That’s not exactly glowing praise, you know?”

“It’s fine,” you repeat, a bit defensive. “Not exactly something groundbreaking. I’ve seen this before.”

The figure leans back in the seat, letting out a chuckle. “Hmm fair enough. But! Sometimes it’s not about originality - it's about the execution.” They avert their eyes on you to watch the screen. “See… How does it move you? How does it make you feel?”

“… I don’t know,” you say. “I wish I knew more about the characters to make my judgement, honestly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. This Sans character – he seems really interesting. Too bad we don’t know much about him, huh? I think it would be quite fun if there was a spin-off about him.”

“Enlightening suggestion there.” The figure breathes out, and you swear you can see something gleaming in their eyes. “What do you think? What should his story be?”

You watch the scene on the screen unfold in front of you. The two characters are still locked in their battle, for a strangely long sequence now. Neither of them looks like they’re on the verge of giving up just yet, but you can see the Sans character start to get tired, his eyelights fuzzy and sweat forming on his skull.

“He looks like a tragic character,” you say. “Someone who wants to give up a long time ago, but he’s the only line of defense left against the human. He’s a nihilist who thinks nothing matters anymore, which affects every decision of inaction he makes throughout the movie.”

“That he is, alright,” the figure hums, putting their legs up on the headrest of the seat in front of them. “If he actually cared, he would have intervened some time ago. When the human killed his brother. When the whole Snowdin went quiet. But he didn’t do anything, did he? Because he’s lazy – because he thinks nothing would matter anyway if he did.”

You stay quiet, watching Sans killing the human once again, splattering their blood all over the pristine tiles of the judgement hall. Is the movie going to continue like this? An endless number of loops of just the human and Sans fighting to the end of the world? That seems…

Boring.

“It’s not supposed to be a bombastic action movie, you know?” the figure says, starting you out of your reverie. “This is a slow psychological drama, with only one ending in sight.” They frame the movie screen with their fingers, smiling to themself. “Suspense! Drama! Tragedy! That’s what makes the viewers feel! We’re all searching for catharsis for ourselves through these little pixels on the screen, that moment where the character breaks.”

“Sans doesn’t look like the expressive type of character to break that easily though,” you add in, thoughtfully. And the figure pauses, rubbing their chin.

“… You’re right. You said he’s your favorite character, didn’t you? I guess it wouldn’t be too absurd to make him-”

They stand up abruptly, their voice booming throughout the tiny space. “CUT!!!”

The screen freezes as it focuses on Sans’ tired bloodstained form, his face twisted in resignment. The other audience members don’t react, but the shadows along the walls spring to life. Shadowy figures emerge and spill onto the screen, darkening the scene to a greyscale tone.

The figure – now you can confidently call the director – strides towards the stage under the screen, their presence commanding. “Alright, team,” they say, clapping their hands. “We’re reworking this one. Our valuable critic here thinks we can do much better.”

One shadowy figure appears next to them, holding a clipboard and nodding enthusiastically. The Sans character, who is still on the frozen screen, blinks, and you realize he’s staring at the camera, his body language looking almost nervous.

“Let’s make this story even more harrowing, shall we?” the director says. “Let’s make Sans remember the Resets – that should add some unpredictability into his character.”

The edge of the screen turns black, creating a vignette effect on the scene. Sans darts his eyes around, as if he can tell what is happening.

“Hmm, but will he go crazy over this though? Or will he stay a nihilistic slob like usual?” The director paces back and forth on the stage, humming to themself. “Ah-hah! How about we make this not his first loop, nor his second, nor his tenth, but his 400th? That should give him enough fuel to start doing something, right?”

Something flickers in Sans’ expression. Fear, you think. But you can’t tell truly. You can only watch as more color is drained out of the screen, as the shadows creep closer and closer to the character.

“The normal mind can’t comprehend dying so many times,” the director says cheerfully. “The experience would surely break them. Time progresses for them, but not for anyone else in their life. How older would they be, mentally, compared to everybody else? That gap in mentality alone would ostracize them from society entirely, if they were not a good actor, of course.”

On the screen, Sans crumbles to his knees, gasping soundlessly as black ichor pours from his orifices. The shadows are surrounding him, taking shapes of weird-looking figures. The scene blurs, as if affected by TV snow. Sans’ gaze is still locked on the camera though – on you. You turn your eyes away.

“… Hmm that should work,” the director mutters, then says louder. “Okay, everyone! I want more gore! More murder! More insanity! Let’s turn this psychological drama into a psychological horror, shall we?”

The shadows on the screen shift in their place, and Sans finally turn his eyes on them, his glassy faraway look instantly transforming into one with much fear and anger.

“Alright! Act five, scene four, take seven! In three, two…”

The director snaps their finger, and the scene restarts.

Sans is standing at the judgement hall again, but now instead of the human facing him, it’s no one. The space is empty as Sans wanders around, waiting futilely for the murderer to come. The sheen of dust clings to Sans’ jacket, as he shakily pulls his hood up. The dust flows into the shadows behind the pillars, and you gasp as melted forms of different monsters crawl out of it, clinging onto Sans’ back like a grotesque-looking centipede. Sans stands still, but he can’t stop his shoulders from shaking as he wraps his arms around himself, the eternal smile on his face twitching at its corner.

“How’s that for a plot twist, huh?” the director asks, finally coming back to their seat next to you. Their grin is wide, showing their teeth. “All of those killings – it’s just him all alone. The judge, now having to judge himself.”

“It’s…” You struggle to find the word. After a brief silence, you breathe out. “… macabre. This is so messed up.”

“Of course it is,” the director says, their laugh sharp. “Cinema should provoke you. It should unsettle you, forcing you outside of your comfort zone. Safe is boring. Danger… well, you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.”

Sans looks at the camera again, only for a brief moment. In that quick gaze, you can feel his suffocating despair, but also a strange sense of… glee? It’s gone before you can process it any further. Beside you, the director hums excitedly.

“You should really come to see the sequel. The real torment starts there.”

[mysticstarlightduck]

Incorrectly Described OCs Tag

I don't know if this was done before, but I was inspired to make this by the "Badly Summarized WIP Tag" (:

Rules: Describe your OCs (personality-wise) as badly and weirdly as you possibly can

I'll go with some OCs from my WIP Mutant Inquiries for this one.

(Main Cast)

Becca Sillvers - middle kid with daddy issues and strong feral gremlin energy, basically becomes a computer virus after accident and has an overall bad time before deciding to pick a fight with the world

Cory "Diamond" Blythe - has only the power of anime, glitter and vodka on their side. basically made a deal with this world's equivalent of "rumpelstiltskin" (but not really) and regrets life choices.

Luka Stormme - guy with anger issues becomes vigilante during business days after a couple boxing classes. is the "soccer-mom" to his cousins and his friends when he's not fighting crime

Cass Holborn - dropout with a bunch of explosive chemicals in his garage builds underworld empire while successfully failing, but somehow managing, to raise sister

Nydia Tainnen - unstable ballerina with severe childhood trauma decides to become an assassin and give a middle finger to the government

Matthias Harke - runaway tries to keep his friends out of trouble when they decide to mess with the worst people possible, ends up having to take the lead.

Samantha Holborn - troublemaking teen who never learned the meaning of "none of your business" and had too much free time sneaks somewhere she should not be and causes chaos

Jym Callister - over-caffeinated insomniac takes up computer hacking as a way to avoid his problems and just be a menace

Alexey Morikov - cat parent who only wanted to mind his own business and read must get back into the fray after a bunch of unsupervised teens bring the problems he'd successfully been avoiding now knocking on his door

Killien Lux - government experiment and supersoldier develops sentience and starts developing free will while making it everybody's problem. is also a knife

Keilly Phaedre - is the Only Remaining Braincell tm of the team and is completely done with life

(Antagonists)

'Signor' Teague - pathetic guy with severe ego problems, who thinks he's the big man. would be the type of person to unironically listen to those bullsh1t "alpha male podcasts" and take notes like it's an essay

The Mutant Control Agency - bunch of "Karens and Kevins" in fancy suits with lethal weapons and a warrant to chase people around + practice illegal experiments in the name of ✨""""a brighter future""""✨

PHANTOM Industries - big tech company that thinks they're so hip and cool, and are the ones sponsoring the karens above. gives off big "13-year-old playing fortnite and threatening other players" vibes.

Tagging (gently, with no pressure): @oh-no-another-idea, @writernopal, @tabswrites, @rickie-the-storyteller, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @jay-avian, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @aziz-reads, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @junypr-camus, @olivescales3, @saltysupercomputer @unstablewifiaccess, @late-to-the-fandom and @lassiesandiego

[anns-works]

League Of Jay Tings (bc that right there? wasted potential)

The customizable character was a cool-ass feature and one of the best ideas Unagami had for the game. Even before Jay got sucked in, there were players running around with the ninjas as their skin.

(Scott got bored at one point and spent his time antagonizing the Red Visors in a Gold Ninja skin that was ridiculously expensive. Hw also lost a life. Totally worth it.)

On that note, I would like to point out that Jay and Scott's skins appear to be similar, so I'm guessing its one of the defaults that they ended up customizing (I imagine its like putting on a mustache or hat on minecraft Steve and calling it a day.

So, Jay's early days mainly included trailing around Scott cuz he was the only interaction he had with another person that wasn't just an NPC.

They finally encounter another another player but this one has a (surprise!) Blue Ninja skin. wat resulted was a ten minute long standoff between Jay and the other player which involved a lot of pointing and unintelligible noises.

The player bolted. Jay followed them screaming the entire time. Scott also followed cuz this was the most entertainment he's had in a long time. It's a miracle they haven't been discovered by any of the Visors yet.

The played leads them to a hideaway that had a LOT of people, all equipped with Blue Ninja skin.

Scott's previous amusement quickly turns into horror as he quietly goes what the fuck over and over again. Jay gets an idea like you know what, lets use this.

and basically thats how the League of Jay born in Scott's garage through Jay's ''diabolical" plan (he's making a safe hangout space for these kids and also letting them cause chaos)

(For convenience sake, lets just refer to og Jay as SRJ (after his gamer tag) ft. some of the other Jays from the league! w/ their nicknames. DeeJay777 is Dee. Jay22Walkin is Walker. BlueJay6669 is Blue. JayBird9000 is Birdy.)

Most of the things these gremlins do is mainly going around to vandalize stuff. Scott is apparently the "Master of Color" or whatever that may entail. It just basically means he can go around graffitiing "UNAGAM I UR MOMAS A HOE" or other stuff like that.

And back to the whole customizable skin bit, it was an instant hit cuz of the opportunities it presented. You could be a guy. You could be a girl. You could be as sexy as a kpop idol (is that in thing in ninjago?). You could be an eldritch creature beyond mortal comprehension if you're willing to spend up a few units.

Dee enjoys not having tits for a while. Birdy also loves the whole transmasc feeling. SRJ just updated his skin to be Like That™ to give everyone gender envy.

Unagami once released a feature in the game that would let you access different levels and mini-games based on your selected binary gender (back when that was still a thing). The League hated it and let him know dearly. So Unagami changed it into something else and threw in a couple units in the mix (a goddamn dance competition). This was an instant hit. They planed their next updates based on the League's reactions.

Unagami: I didn't realize it was you at first. But some of your actions proved to be quite educational.

SRJ, flashback to that one time he wrote "UNAGAMI I FUCKD U MAMA HERE" on a wall cuz he was feeling pissy: Sure man, don't mention it.

Also on that note, SRJ DEFINITELY founded the ninjago LGBTQA+ community. I meant ninjago in itself is a pretty non-heteronormative society and you can kiss whoever you want with no issue. But everyjay was trapped in the lair w/o Scott out nothing to do and he's bored out of his goddamn mind and just suddenly suggests coming up w/ names for different sexual orientations cuz why not? taxonomy is fucked but they're bored.

Walker has an anthropology degree and Birdy is studying gender so might as well begin.

After getting out they get awarded by the NU for their fantastic discovery.

SRJ gave up the mansion he inherited from Cliff Gordon to Scott and it sort of turned into a hangout spot for the League.

One League member said on Chirp (jokingly) that the League of Jay should have their own social media platform cuz they're too weird and are apparently freaking out people on Chirp. They get a reply from Blue who tells them she'll look into it, and two months later there's a new social media in town.

Lentils and beans of all sizes, I give to you TRip, ninjago tumblr. The buckwild experience ever. A huge hit among the serpentine immedietly.

Those iconic posts but ninjago style. Red floor at Darkley's. the three weed smoking ninjas. Don't you love the color of the gi. I like your shoelaces, thanks I stole them from samurai x. Garage ballpit.

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REVERSAL AU - The Chimera Pirates

So, for all of you who have kept tabs on the Reversal AU and read my previous headcanon and transcript posts regarding it (said posts can be found in the appropriate tag, which is linked in my pinned post for this blog, but if you want to go through them in chronological order use this link instead), you'll know that Captain Shantae/R!Shantae, in contrast to Risky in canon, explicitly doesn't use the Pirate Master's old gear or his Tinkerbats, instead getting her own weapons and forming her own crew known as the Chimera Pirates!

Why is this relevant to anything other than a simple change to the enemy lineup? Because, unlike the Tinkerbats, who are by design faceless and voiceless goons, these guys are not. Granted, the only difference between most of them and their non-pirate enemy counterparts would just be a change in outfit, but there are a few named ones with personalities, and they're who I'm going to cover in this post! Starting with...

The "Elite" Trio:

Let's start with the first three named Chimera Pirates, the so-called elite of Cannonball, Bilge, and Scurvy! I say so-called because, to be quite blunt, even if Cannonball and Bilge aren't any slouches in a fight, they don't really have the competency needed to be elite; only Scurvy actually qualifies for the elite title.

If you're unfamiliar, Cannonball is a Harpy, Bilge is a Wetman, and Scurvy is a Scorpgal. They're the only Chimera Pirates who AREN'T Captain Shantae that have actually been talked about in any capacity before this post (save one, who I'll get to later), and have actually shown up in my transcript posts! Their first, unnamed appearance is here, and their appearance where they're actually named is here.

Tangentially related - I've actually drawn Cannonball and Bilge (though I didn't say their names in that post), and they can be seen here along with the art for the Chimera Pirates' jolly roger! Scurvy does not have any art however, so for a brief description - she's a Scorpgal dressed in a black corset and white, ruffled dress shirt, with her hair done in a ponytail rather than the Trolls-ass updo most other Scorpgals have. Her mandatory Chimera Pirates bandana is tied around her frontmost right leg.

Anyway, with that out of the way...these three are supposed to be the "representatives" of the Chimera Pirates, if that makes sense. In general, any scene with a Tinkerbat in it (save for the ones in Pirate's Curse for obvious reasons) will have either one or all of these three replace said Tinkerbats 95% of the time, and on occasion they'll even show up where you'd expect Captain Shantae to, as she's more inclined to let her minions do the dirty work compared to canon!Risky doing everything important by herself.

For example! In the first Shantae game, Risky tries to get each stone herself, to no avail (save for the Twinkle Stone, which is when she wises up and elects to disguise herself and pretend to be an ally so she can swipe all the stones in one fell swoop). In the Reversal AU, Captain Shantae would try to get the Bubble Stone, fail, and then realize she's not going to get through the defenses, so she sends the trio out to see if they'll have better luck getting the others. Cannonball tries to get the Golem Stone (and fails miserably), Bilge tries to get the Sizzle Stone (and fails miserably), and Scurvy...is the one to pull the "pretend to be an ally only to stab the hero in the back" trick, thus succeeding in taking ALL the stones, though she does feel a bit bad about the whole thing.

Moving on, the quick and dirty summary of the trio's personalities is that Cannonball is an excitable and aggressive gremlin who typically acts as the "face" of the trio, Bilge is an easygoing but thick-headed brute, and Scurvy is the dour and more competent of the three with something actually resembling a moral compass. This is all fairly easily visible on the surface, and it's a very accurate summary for each of them, but there's more to them then just that.

Let's start with Cannonball. There's a rather...interesting question that comes to mind when you actually take her species into account - because the thing is, as I've very briefly discussed before, I headcanon harpies to be a rather solitary species, who rarely interact with anyone else and try to avoid that kind of contact if it isn't strictly necessary. So...how does a Harpy end up joining a pirate crew? Simple: She had nowhere else to go.

When Captain Shantae found Cannonball, she was half-starved and incoherent, clinging to the pirate like a life-preserver and pleaded to not be left alone again. Upon being nursed back to health, she very hesitantly explained that the reason she was like that in the first place was because she'd been exiled by her clan. She didn't do anything wrong, really, she just...wasn't very compatible with the harsh lifestyle necessary to live that high up in the mountains and be entirely self-sufficient. Too much energy to sit still and listen to how things were supposed to be done, too impatient to wait for the right moment to strike and scaring off any potential prey, and perhaps most damning of all, she was too curious, her thoughts often turning to the world below and questioning what could possibly so dangerous down there. For all this, the clan forced her out, privately hoping that living on her own for a while would let her shape up into a proper harpy.

Needless to say, it did NOT work, and Cannonball was utterly miserable throughout the entire experience. While she often felt alone up in the mountains, at the very least she was alone and surrounded by people - being well and truly alone, she found, was much, MUCH worse. The whole ordeal left her with massive self-esteem issues, which she tends to cover up by playing up her aggression, and an unhealthy amount of loyalty and codependency to Captain Shantae as the one who saved her life, which flares up especially bad during Pirate's Curse. Poor girl is going through it there

Now, Bilge...here's a fun fact about him: Unlike the vast majority of Wetmen, he has the Wetgal's ability to liquify his body and move it around, even able to manipulate his liquid body into shapes beyond a puddle to some extent. Why does he have this ability? Well, if the Reversal AU were an actual series of games, the out of universe explanation would be that it makes him more dynamic and makes him more of a challenge to fight in any boss appearances he makes. The in-universe reasons, though? Yeah he's trans. Let's go trans pirate crab-man thing rights!

This is actually how Captain Shantae managed to recruit Bilge - she found him while he was still a Wetgal, having figured out his gender identity but with no way to do anything about it, and offered to help him find a spell that would let him transition in exchange for him temporarily being part of the Chimera Pirates while she searched. He agreed, and cut to a few months later, with Bilge having the spell he was looking for and the option to leave...well, he didn't really see any reason why he should leave.

And finally, Scurvy's story? She's effectively the closest thing Captain Shantae has to a first mate - and, more to the point, she was the first to join the Chimera Pirates, period. I'd go into more detail, but in all honesty I'm thinking I might make a fanfic covering this? As well as covering the stories of Cannonball and Bilge in more detail. I'm aware that might not do too well with how the Reversal AU is, well, an AU and all, and these are all OCs, so let me know what you guys think of the idea below so I can see if anyone's actually interested!

Cutlass:

Next up, we're getting into the Chimera Pirates introduced in Pirate's Curse, starting with Cutlass (pronounced like Douglas)! To quickly summarize what the deal with these guys are - in the Reversal AU, Captain Shantae very intentionally scattered the Pirate Gear long before the events of any of the games, rather than them being scattered as a result of the Pirate Master beginning to awaken just before Pirate's Curse. This means that the bosses that WERE in those areas were cleared out by Captain Shantae before Risky could even get there (minus the ones that don't exist because of the swap, i.e. Squid Baron and the Steel Maggot), and these guys effectively take their place!

Now, back on topic...Cutlass is a Batdude (i.e. a male Batgal; I don't think I have to explain why I broke the tradition of -man for male variants of enemies and -gal for female variants of enemies for this but if you don't get it think about it for a few seconds and you'll get it) who dresses like a cowboy, with all the necessary gear being done in black leather as is typical of his Batgal associates. His weird hat-helmet thing is shaped like a stetson, his Chimera Pirates bandana covers his mouth and neck, he has jeans to cover up his legs, and he has massive bat wings coming out of his back that can conveniently fold over his shoulders to act as a poncho.

Cutlass holds himself more like a western vigilante than a pirate, mainly because he intends to actually be one at some point. Cutlass believes the law to be corrupt, and fully intends to challenge it head-on, but he knew he had to train up his skills before he could do that, and with law enforcement out for obvious reasons, he figured the Chimera Pirates were the next best option. Despite him fully intending to leave at some point and both parties being fully aware of that, Captain Shantae and Cutlass have a very amicable relationship, and he and R!Risky end up with a mutual respect for each other as well, despite some initial reluctance from Risky's part.

When he and Risky first meet, while there's some initial suspicion and hostility on Cutlass' part, Risky manages to explain the situation and prove she's telling the truth with a letter from Captain Shantae, which is enough to convince him to let Risky in without any fuss. So, how does he end up as a boss? Well, the answer to that comes when he and Risky get to the Flintlock Pistol. As you may or may not recall, whereas Shantae in canon ended up losing her magic and only got it back at the end of Pirate's Curse, Risky did manage to get her magic back at the end of Risky's Revenge when she defeated her doppelganger...but it's all DARK magic rather than her regular magic, causing everything she tries to use her magic for to go haywire. Now, Shantae was able to use the Pirate Gear no problem thanks in part to having no magic, but R!Risky? Yeah, here's the thing: the Pirate Gear is absolutely drenched in dark magic, so even her getting near the stuff is a bad idea, and that's proven when she tries to collect the pistol for Captain Shantae's plan and it promptly springs to life, floating in midair with a malevolent aura around it.

Almost immediately, the Flintlock Pistol tries to steal Risky's magic, and, because Risky is able to recognize the feeling and is NOT letting that happen again, she gets into a brief tug-of-war of sorts with the cursed artifact. It ends rather quickly, both because the Flintlock Pistol is nowhere near as suited for the task of stealing genie magic as something like the magic lamp and because Risky actually put up resistance this time, and as she recovers from the incident, she realizes something - somehow, in the process of all that happening, she actually managed to purify some of her magic! A small amount, mind you, only a tenth, but that's good enough for her! Unfortunately, it doesn't take long for her to realize the catch - the Flintlock Pistol was also partially successful in taking Risky's magic, making off with a tenth of Risky's magic itself, and promptly puts it to work forcefully putting Cutlass under its control and corrupting his mind and body.

With his mind addled by dark magic, Cutlass comes to the conclusion that this power will give him all he needs to challenge the law, and darts off before Risky can stop him, forcing her to go further into the Spittle Maze to both get it back and snap Cutlass out of his trance. Along the way, Risky makes a (correct) guess that that strange tug-of-war is likely to happen again when she runs into the other pieces of the Pirate Gear, and makes a mental note to try and avoid this situation happening again. She...doesn't get much luck in that regard, but at least she tries!

"wait so what does R!Risky use if she can't use the Pirate Gear" excellent question, and one I DO have an answer to, but not entirely relevant to this post so I'll save that for later. So! After Risky literally knocks some sense into Cutlass, he agrees to give the pistol back (albeit in a very thick, magic-resistant case to avoid a repeat possession), and Risky goes on her way.

Lanya and Lubber Mire:

Get it. Because. Because if you. If you put their first names together. If you put their first names together it sounds like-

ANYWAY. Lanya and Lubber Mire are a pair of twins, a Muckgal and Muckman respectively - though they take after the Seven Sirens redesign where Muckmen/gals are more fish-adjacent rather than the blob monsters seen in the original Shantae and Pirate's Curse. Lanya is a short, plump Muckgal, with a tattered cloak and her Chimera Pirate bandana firmly tied around the side of her head and covering one eye like a bandage, while Lubber is a tall and lanky Muckman with an underbite only wearing a pair of shabby jeans, a red bandana tied around his head, and his actual Chimera Pirates bandana hanging out of his jeans pocket like a handkerchief.

The Mire Twins are a pair of incorrigible pranksters, having joined the Chimera Pirates to spread their mischief across the seven seas without putting too much thought into it. Though neither of them are necessarily the brightest bulb in the bunch, their pranking expertise can be surprisingly useful in the field, as shown by their method of guarding the Pirate Hat - they created a massive costume out of various branches and vines, and take control of it by turning into sludge and shimmying inside, using the massive looming form as a deterrent for anyone who gets too close to the cursed artifact - there's a rumor of a massive swamp monster running around the woods of Spiderweb Island because of their efforts! Personally, Risky's thoughts on them are, to paraphrase and slightly edit Queen Deltarune, "there's nothing wrong with them, they're just annoying." Like, she's fairly certain that, objectively, they haven't really done much wrong, but that does NOT stop Risky from wanting to throttle the two of them.

They try to do their usual shtick on Risky when she shows up - and fail, because unlike literally everyone else, she chooses fight over flight - but then she explains the situation and they agree to take her to the Pirate Hat. Some adventuring through the Cackle Tower later, and they get to its room - though not without Risky advising the two of them to take a few massive steps back. And, sure enough, another magic tug-of-war ensues, with Risky managing to purify and get another tenth of her magic back and properly functional, while the Pirate Hat takes a tenth of Risky's magic for itself. But, to Risky's credit, her making sure the Mire Twins aren't near the thing does work out! Kind of. The Pirate Hat ends up going for their costume rather than the twins themselves, and when they try to take it back, they just get kicked out before the hat takes its new vessel further into the Cackle Tower. Aaaaaand cue Risky's pursuit and a boss fight when she catches up!

Kaly:

Kaly, short for Kalypso, is a particularly muscular Naga, and the only other named Chimera Pirate I've actually talked about besides the trio and Captain Shantae herself! She can be seen here - and, since I didn't draw the bandana, because the Kaly in the pic is post-Pirate's Curse, I'll just mention that her Chimera Pirate bandana is tied around her arm.

Out of all the Chimera Pirates, Kaly is maybe the most morally decent of them all. She's an optimist who, well, isn't naive, per say, but she wants to believe the best in people, even when that's backfired on her several times before. Case in point, her story for why she joined the Chimera Pirates is similar to Cannonball's in that Captain Shantae saved her life, but whereas Cannonball's circumstances were a result of outside influences beyond her control, Kaly's circumstances were that she found a caravan of shady individuals dying of thirst, and, deciding to hold off any judgement for their suspicious appearance, very familiar to those same suspicions being directed towards her purely because of her species and muscular appearance, guided them to an oasis where they could get some water...whereupon she was promptly "thanked" for her assistance by getting knocked out and having all her supplies stolen.

Now, you might be thinking, "weren't those circumstances also outside her control?" And the answer to that is yes, yes they were! But Kaly doesn't see it that way. Again, similar to Cannonball, she has crippling self-esteem issues, but whereas Cannonball hides those with over-the-top aggression, Kaly hides hers behind her smiles and optimism, though she doesn't quite realize that's what she's doing - ironic, considering she's actually very good at picking up on that sort of thing in other people. Honestly, she joined the Chimera Pirates half out of gratitude to Captain Shantae, and half because she figured, "well, this is the best some muscle-bound moron like me's going to get, so I might as well take the opportunity while I can, right?"

Risky's relationship with Kaly is...a bit more involved compared to the other Chimera Pirates, to say the least. Captain Shantae does take the time to briefly go over the Chimera Pirate guarding whichever piece of Pirate Gear is on whichever island they're on as the game progresses, though she doesn't go into too much detail, not even mentioning names (keep this in mind, it's a surprise tool that'll help us later), but for Kaly, she actually goes out of her way to ask Risky if she can convince the naga to quit - Kaly might think she was being slick, but Captain Shantae managed to pick up on the fact that she joined more out of obligation than anything else. Risky was somewhat doubtful of those claims, considering the other Chimera Pirates she knew, but agreed, figuring it wouldn't really amount to much, but if Captain Shantae was telling Risky to try and get one of her pirates to quit, she might as well oblige.

Then she ran into Kaly during the whole Tan Line debacle, though first she ran into Lich Baron and Rattle ("wait why was Rattle there-" don't even worry about it), and, after a brief blue-screen of "oh no she's hot" upon seeing Kaly in the princess outfit, she managed to actually talk to her...and, after Kaly actually explains why she's there, then promptly amended her earlier thought to "oh no. oh no she's hot and a genuinely good person. OH NO," and her attraction spirals into "down atrocious" territory faster than you can blink, which Kaly is completely oblivious to, Lich Baron thinks is hilarious, and Rattle...is a bit too filled with fuming rage towards the Tan Line Temple's inhabitants to enjoy Risky trying to act like her normal composed self around Kaly and failing miserably. He does NOT enjoy being forced into the princess outfit.

Anyway, after the Tan Line debacle is over (with the reveal of "the princess was gone for literally only thirty minutes" serving to frustrate everyone, even Kaly - she wasn't captured so much as she willingly went along with what the Tan Line Temple residents were doing, under the impression that they mistook her for a long-dead royal figure, and only intended to go along with it for a few hours before finding a way to gently break it to them that she wasn't whoever they thought she was and that they needed to let go, so with that theory getting officially thrown out the window...yeah, not even Kaly can put a positive spin on the whole thing, she's just really disappointed in them) and Kaly gets her normal outfit on, she and Risky head to the Lost Catacombs, where Risky actually tries to get Kaly to stay out of them - partially because she's trying to avoid another fight, partially because she really doesn't want to fight a corrupted version of Kaly. Unfortunately for Risky, Kaly refuses, saying she can't in good conscious leave Risky to fare against the dangers of the dungeon alone, but she does agree to a compromise of staying a minimum of a room away.

And, after some progression in the Lost Catacombs, Risky comes across the Scimitar, and, after another magic tug-of-war, she briefly feels triumphant, because, HA! The Scimitar doesn't have anyone or anything to possess, so what's it going to do now? But that feeling of victory doesn't last long, for the Scimitar elects to summon a ghost of its own...specifically, the ghost of Queen Echidna (who is not actually new to this AU or this blog in general; she's briefly mentioned here), a petty and cruel woman whose beauty was more than outweighed by her reputation as the most cruel tyrant Sequin Land has ever known, only thwarted when she and her followers were banished to a remote island...that island being Tan Line Island. And Queen Echidna immediately shows her centuries-long reputation was well-earned as she wakes up, takes a moment to observe her surroundings, and decides on the spot that every single one of the descendants of her and her followers needs to die for failing to uphold her beauty standards, and after their deaths, she plans to ravage Sequin Land as revenge for being banished so long ago...and to fulfill those plans, she wants to use Risky as her vessel.

But, just before she manages to possess Risky, Kaly bursts into the room and takes the hit, forcing the malevolent queen to possess her instead. Echidna isn't very pleased (she thinks everyone falls short of her beauty, but Risky was the closest to her standards, much more than Kaly, who she considers to have entirely too much muscle), but figures that, if nothing else, Kaly has more than enough physical strength to carry out her plan, and so goes further into the Catacombs, forcing Risky to go after her and fight the possessed Kaly to send Echidna back to the afterlife where she belongs. Risky immediately checks to see if Kaly is alright, to which she ensures Risky she is - according to her, the worst she endured was a stream of belittlement and deridement from Echidna throughout the entire possession, and, well...it wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, anyway. And Risky, on hearing that...yeah, she does not take that as "alright."

Risky proceeds to give Kaly a very aggressive pep talk, refusing to let her for a second think any of Echidna's insults had any basis in reality, listing off all the good traits she knows Kaly has from her brief time with her, and culminating in stating that not only is Kaly a good person, but she is far more deserving of being called beautiful than a tyrant like Echidna ever was. And, while Risky doesn't realize it, that moment manages to make her "down atrocious"-levels of attraction mutual, and contributes a large amount to her leaving the Chimera Pirates after Pirate's Curse!

I'd go into more detail, but A.) I'm focusing primarily on Pirate's Curse here; I can save Kaly's role in the future for later, and B.) I'm running into the text limit issue I ran into when I wrote up that romance headcanon post, and while I DO know a way around that, since I managed to get around it for that post, that method will also make this post near impossible to edit later so I'm going to ignore it. Anyway, next pirate!

"Jones":

When Risky shows up to the Oubliette of Suffering, Jones introduces himself as the Chimera Pirate in charge of guarding the Master's Boots, already aware of the situation thanks to the Pirate Master's awakening making stirrings in the Village of Lost Souls. He's a cyclops who...well, to put it bluntly, he's dressed like a Final Fantasy character, with an incredibly elaborate outfit that makes him almost look like the protagonist of an entirely unrelated game, with the whole ensemble being topped off by his spiky black hair and the big scarf obscuring most of his face. And yet, the Chimera Pirates bandana is nowhere to be seen. How peculiar...

If Kaly is the Chimera Pirate Risky gets along with the most, then Jones is definitely the one she gets along with the least. In contrast to his heroic appearance, Jones' defining character trait is a sadistic streak and an unholy bloodthirst, intentionally making the Oubliette of Suffering much harder than it has to be by intentionally pissing off the enemies inside and challenging Risky to see who can beat the most, and refusing to let Risky pass if she can't beat him. This pisses off Risky to no end, and when she tries to bring up the imminent threat the Pirate Master represents, Jones doesn't really seem to care, remarking that if he did come back, it could be fun. Yeah, Risky haaaaaaates his ass, but since they have to work together, she sucks it up and deals with it.

...this lasts up until they reach the boots, where, upon trying to convince Jones to stay behind and let her deal with this, to no success (not that she protests too hard; Risky wants an excuse to beat Jones like a dream), Risky deals with the usual magic tug-of-war, and as soon as she stumbles back, another tenth of her magic reclaimed (and another tenth stolen), Jones runs up and willingly puts the boots on before they even have a chance to try and possess him. But, as Risky begins to yell at him, he laughs. He laughs, and laughs, and his true form suddenly flickers into existence - the ethereal, bird-like form of a Shrieker, rather than a cyclops. And this is when Risky realizes that "Jones" was never a Chimera Pirate at all.

Yeah, remember how I mentioned that Captain Shantae kept the descriptions of the pirates guarding the artifacts vague, not even mentioning their names? This is where it bites both her and Risky in the ass; all she said about "Jones" was that he was a cyclops who loved fighting, and that he might challenge Risky to a spar or something similar. As it turns out, "Jones" isn't even the name of the Chimera Pirate who was supposed to be guarding the boots; that poor shmuck is actually named Dave, and Jones just knocked him out, dragged him elsewhere, and took his appearance. In reality, Jones is a Shrieker who, once upon a time, saw the legacy of the recently deceased Pirate Master, and decided, "you know what? that guy was onto something," and elected to become a pirate himself, fully intending to follow in the Pirate Master's footsteps every step of the way...but, before he could even make a name for himself, his pirating career was brought to a screeching halt by the then-fledgling Chimera Pirates with extreme prejudice, resulting in his demise and subsequent appearance in the Village of Lost Souls.

Ever since, he has held a MASSIVE grudge against Captain Shantae, and upon realizing that the Pirate Master was making a return, he saw his chance both to have his payback and endear himself to his pirating idol. He disguised himself as Dave with his spectral abilities, though he didn't bother trying to act like him, and even altered the disguise to get rid of the bandana because he hates Captain Shantae that much, and intended to stall for the Pirate Master to regain his power and overtake Captain Shantae as the true master of the seven seas with what he genuinely believed to be an impossible challenge. Of course, Risky proved him wrong, but Jones did have a backup plan - mainly, claiming the boots for himself, and using their power to take down Risky, and then Captain Shantae when he was done with her. He just needs one more component...and before Risky can stop him, he runs off deeper into the Oubliette of Suffering to get said component. Risky follows, incensed both about being tricked and how far the depravity of Jones truly goes, and when she finally catches up, she finds Jones donning his disguise once more...and with a certain massively misspelled monstrosity as his steed. Oh dear.

"But what about Dave?" I hear you ask. Well, Risky actually runs into him as she makes her way out, and while she doesn't spend nearly as much time talking with him, he makes an infinitely better impression than Jones did. His bandana is actually an excessively long one that he wears as a scarf rather than the plain one Jones was wearing, and his personality is...have you ever seen a clip of Aquaman from Batman the Brave and the Bold? Yeah that. Dave does enjoy a good fight, but that's more him enjoying a good challenge than, you know, "I want to see my enemies dying before my feet." He joined the Chimera Pirates as a way to travel throughout Sequin Land and get the good fights he wanted so badly.

Musket:

And now, we have the last of the named Chimera Pirates! She's a female Ice Werewolf, and, unlock most of her compatriots, she has some level of control over her transformation, appearing to be more half and half rather than purely human or purely wolf. In my heart of hearts I'd like her appearance to fall into the uncanny valley and be a bit unnerving (if you want to get an image of what I'm talking about, google "an american werewolf in london transformation," pause when the face is transitioning into full wolf right when it makes you viscerally uncomfortable, and yeah, that's what I have in mind), but I acknowledge that it is both more realistic and less taxing for any artists for her appearance to be more "cute monster girl" with wolfman features (i.e. the dog nose and the hair spreading along the sides of her face and under it to form a pseudo-beard, along with her limbs turning into wolf limbs), so I'll go with that instead. Her outfit is a very tattered blue and white striped shirt, a ripped-up skirt, a metal claw replacing one of her hands, and some hairties pulling her ice-shard hair into pigtails, with one of said hairties actually being her Chimera Pirates bandana.

Musket has a very harsh, dour, and paranoid personality, being more or less stuck in a "wilderness survival" mindset as a result of being on Frostbite Island for years, and initially is incredibly suspicious of Risky, even after she explains what she's doing on the island. But, seeing as the situation is so dire, and she happens to be dealing with a problem of her own (which I will elaborate on in a moment), she doesn't really have much of a choice. But, as she hangs around Risky, she gradually realizes that no, Risky is completely genuine, and slowly but surely loosens up before revealing a surprisingly cheerful persona underneath all the ingrained survival instincts. She joined the Chimera Pirates when Captain Shantae came to Frostbite Island looking to hide the Cannon, and, when seeing a pack of Ice Werewolves parked outside her tent one night after she hunted down some food, waiting to strike when her guard was down, she actually offered to share her meal with them, much to their shock. While most of her fellow Ice Werewolves dismissed Captain Shantae as a sucker, Musket thought differently, and, out of curiosity as to what the Captain's deal was, left her pack to join the Chimera Pirates.

Musket is the Chimera Pirate Risky runs into the earliest, much to her relief, and, thanks to Captain Shantae providing a more detailed description this time to avoid another Jones incident, Risky is able to explain the situation to Musket without issue. Unfortunately, as mentioned before, this does not stop Musket from being suspicious of Risky, and, well...remember that issue brought up earlier? Well, as it so happens, before she runs into Musket, Risky first sees a meeting between Wrecker Baron and Huntress Baron, the former commissioning the latter to assassinate the king of Sequin Land. And Huntress Baron agrees, already having all the things she needs to pull off the assassination, she just needs to finish her current hunt first...and the one she's hunting? Musket. Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah. Stuck between the rock of "I need Musket alive to stop the Pirate Master and more to the point I don't think she deserves to die period," and the hard place of "I can't just let this madwoman assassinate the king of Sequin Land," Risky finds herself juggling pretending to "help" Huntress Baron with her hunt, in reality just keeping her distracted long enough to sabotage all the tools she needs to assassinate the king, and making sure Musket avoids Huntress Baron's traps and efforts to hunt her down.

Risky and Musket end up gradually bonding as Risky slowly sabotages all of Huntress Baron's equipment and efforts, culminating in her tricking Huntress Baron into blowing herself sky-high and revealing the entrance to the Despairing Arctic (the replacement for the Abandoned Factory, seeing as Techno Baron is, well, not Techno Baron here, but rather Gizz). The two head down there, and in the midst of it all, Risky takes a moment to admit her manipulation of both Musket and Huntress Baron, feeling guilty about the fact that, while she never intended for Musket to get hurt and in fact never did get Musket hurt, she was still helping the person hunting her down. But, as it turns out, Musket doesn't mind, even finding it hilarious that Risky was playing Huntress Baron like a fiddle, and fully accepts Risky's apology. Risky's surprised, but glad to hear it, but as she goes down, she can't help but feel like she's forgetting something...

The two make it to the Cannon, and Risky has her final magic tug-of-war, and with that finished, Risky's system is finally clear of dark magic!...at the cost of the Pirate Master having about half of it. And it's after she considers this that she realizes what she forgot - with her complete and utter exhaustion running between Huntress Baron and Musket, she forgot to warn the Chimera Pirate about the threat of possession! She tries to tell Musket to get away, but before she even gets the chance, Musket's pinned to the ground by a net thrown by a smoking, burnt, and very peeved Huntress Baron, who intends to kill the two of them right then and there and be done with it...and then the Cannon takes the opportunity to warp Musket into its vessel, and suddenly both Huntress Baron and Risky are facing bigger problems. After blowing Huntress Baron away a second time, the possessed Musket runs deeper into the Despairing Arctic, and Risky goes after her, knowing the Cannon is the last thing they need to ensure the Pirate Master never returns...

Aaaaaaaand I'll leave it at that! Obviously, there's more to the story, but I'll save that for the headcanon post covering Pirate's Curse as a whole. But yeah, hope you all enjoyed this!