#keeps it in a safe zone with less problems for him

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.

[evilminji]

Ooooh~ Drink mix up? >.>

Because! Wes DID, in fact, get that dream job. HAS learned... after many, many hours of "beat about the head and shoulders with an ethics pamphlet by his great aunt", to keep his mouth shut! Family curse of Sight? WHAT family curse?

He doesn't see shit! Mind your business.

What're you? A cop?

Look, he sent Fenton a gift basket. He was a shitty, shitty "I have to be RIGHT and nothing else matters!" Stubborn lil asshole of a kid. He got better. Grew up. No one is there best Self during puberty. He DOES, in fact, regret it.

Which is WHY, he is deliberately ignoring Kent's terrible, awful, paper-thin, "who meee~?" Aw shucks BULLSHIT excuse of a disguise, like it isn't blatantly obvious he's Superman. Yep. Nothing to see here! Nothing but us chickens! Mmmmm, morning coffee! Delicious.

But see, here's the THING.

The Itty, bitty, teeny lil PROBLEM...

Wes grew up in Amity "Totally Not Supernatural Hotspot For Centuries" Park. He is... to put it mildly, genetically? A freak. His biology is ALL fucked up. Everyone's is. And it WAS NOT made better by the Fenton's playing fast and loose with their hell basement. The Ectoplasmic NUKE that was that portal.

There is a REASON his morning coffee? Is COVERED. Contained. Fenton brand, LEAD LINED, specialty cups. The sort that can't be EATEN from the inside out. Eroded after a few uses. They're ugly as sin, but they work. He even ordered a few covers from Star's etsy shop. (Apparently he wasn't the only one who hated how ugly they looked. Good for her though, he heard it was doing well.)

He SAYS this? 'Cause his morning brew is less... straight COFFEE... and more... how to put this? A blend? Brew? Potion, really. Like an energy drink. From hell. Or, partially at least, the Zone. It's the combination of roots, seeds, and a few dried berries. Kinda like a tea, actually!

Tasty. Adds this nice fruity, warmth. A zing. Goes GREAT with the coffee. And it really perks you up... if you are Limnal. If you AREN'T? It'll desolve your esophagus like swallowing straight acid. And that's not TOUCHING the... witch-y, more Seer specific bit of the blend.

That stuff is medicinal. You know, "calm the mind" and "mental clarity". That sorta thing. With a good ol helping of "don't blurt out everyone's secrets, you spacey bitch! For the love of God, those are our INSIDE THOUGHTS!". Which? Really helpful! Infinitely less likely to get decked. It's a family staple.

Poisonous, though.

They're fine cause they've basically developed an immunity to that part, but like? Wouldn't recommend. It's why he NEVER shares his drinks. Food? On occasion. If he PLANS it and knows not to add and interesting spices. But DRINKS? Never. Weston family brews are basically NEVER safe.

Which? Begs the Very Important Question ™!

Who's Coffee Is This?

Cause it SURE AS FUCK AINT HIS!

You never realize quite how fast you can go from "completely calm and kinda sleepy" to "bomb strapped to my chest, primal panic AWAKE" until it happens to you. His coffee was ON HIS DESK. People have passed by. He talked to them. Cups put down and picked up. Lazy early morning. He doesn't even register, really, as his chair crashes to the ground.

He's shouting.

People confused. They don't realize yet. His head whips around, looking for that distinct cover. Before it's too late. Before someone takes that fatal sip. He spots it. Bolting from his desk. Crashing through coworkers, over desks. Chaos and outrage. "It's 'just' coffee!" They cry.

Kent turns, confused. Pretending. Raises his (HIS! Oh god!) cup to his lips, unknowing. Wes SCREAMS a warning. But he doesn't listen. "It's 'just' coffee" They never listen. Curse of Cassandra. God's damn it. This is why his family fucking CONVERTED!

He TACKLES the man of steel.

RIPS his cup away from him, knows his eyes are frantic. How much have you had?! Spit it out! Wes voice ECHOES in the sudden silence. I'm a META, Kent! It could KILL YOU!

And oh, Oh NOW they get it. Or perhaps it is the burn in his mouth that finally registers. He rolls, spits oil slick nebulae that eat away the floor. There is blood mixed within it. It took mere moments. Superman stares, transfixed and horrified, as Wes shakes. He... he should probably get off of him.

He'll move in a moment.

When his legs no longer feel weak from terror.

The news room is in chaos. Lane kneeling by her husband, Perry trying to do damage control. He... he's probably gonna lose his job, isn't he? Wes wants to cry. Protection laws only go so far, after all. And warning his boss about his dietary needs means jack shit, after an incident like this. Beloved as Kent is. Not that anyone likely believed him.

They never do.

And now he's nearly killed Superman.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Mattheo Riddle with a shy girlfriend 🫠🫠

Obsessed with Mattheo Riddle with a shy girlfriend. I got you.

Of course you knew who he was. Everyone knew he was the Dark Lord's son. And you were already so shy, you'd never talk to him.

He never really noticed you until 5th year. He had a class with you and the way the classroom was set up, you two were facing each other, but on opposite sides of the room.

He thought you looked stunning once he first looked at you. He had a major staring problem. Major. The whole class period, he'd be staring at you. You'd catch him every now and again and blush and that only made him want to stare more.

He'd try to find out things about you. He'd look for you around the castle, see if maybe he could spot you reading or studying in the library, or hanging out with your friends in the courtyard, or try to catch you before and after dinner.

He would find any excuse to talk to you. You dropped something? He's snatching it up quickly to hand it to you. Shoes untied? He's come up to tell you. Reading a book? He's asking about it, even if he's already read it.

He'd be the type to try to befriend your friends so he could spend more time with you. You'd almost think he was stalking you or doing this on purpose if he wasn't so smooth with it. He doesn't like lying to you, but he didn't want to tell you he was absolutely doing all of this to get closer to you.

He'd be thrilled when you agreed to go out with him. He's running to his friends giggling and kicking his feet like a school girl.

He'd be so so protective of you. He knew you had a hard time speaking up for yourself, so he'd do it for you.

Someone's running their mouth about his sweet girl? He's showing up to your dorm covered in blood with a smile.

You were shy about physical touch. The first times he touched you made you blush and embarrassed. He loved it, but didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he'd go slow. Holding your hand or having a hand on the small of your back. He'd work his way up to more. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, making you lean against him when sitting, giving gentle touches to your face.

When you let him kiss you, he was over the moon. He wanted to kiss you aggressively and passionately, but he kept it soft, keeping his hands on your cheeks. It was sweet and made your head spin.

He'd never push you to do anything you didn't want to do, but would encourage you to get out of your comfort zone if it was safe.

He'd make sure if you're around his friends, that you're comfortable. He'd be attached to you completely. He trusts his friends, but he knows they can be idiots and cross boundaries at times.

He'd always make sure you're comfortable. Once you started becoming less shy around him and he became a safe space for you, he'd always be checking on you in public, holding your hand, brushing his thumb over it to ease your nerves.

The way this man dotes on you isn't even funny. He loves you so much, he just wants you safe, happy, and comfortable.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

•~{ Heyyy so you gremlins choose this one out if the poll so here you go! }~•

•Cafe Ghost•

A new cafe has opened just on the edge of Crime Alley.

It’s in one of the old buildings that was a front for one of the older gangs that have long since been destroyed. It’s known to serve anyone as long as you don’t do these five things.

1: Insult the Employees or the Owners guests.

2: Try to hurt or have hurt anyone in the cafe.

3: Mess with the alley delivery kids.

4:Do not lie to the alley kids about payment they always tell Owner.

5: Make promises you will not keep.

If you do anything on this list your going to get cursed into silence or something worse if it’s the Owner but if it’s the Employee you’ll just get back talked to hell and back or in worse case stabbed. But no one in the alley really cares as the food and drinks are so good and cheap for Gotham so even the alley kids who don’t work there can get food and the Alley doesn’t rat out safe spaces.

But it has caught the attention of the Bats for the mysterious nature of the Owner and his Employe so three members of the family will go undercover and investigate the cafe

Damien and Tim will go undercover as Dion and Ivan who are two Alley kids that are looking for a way to make money the legal way after being backstabbed by their old boss. And Jason will be going as Otto who is an ex-con who is also looking for work after getting caught by the bats a few years back.

Let the investigation proceed.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Background•

Danny was just going about his [ half ] life.

Danny came out to his parents about being a ghost and him being phantom with jazz there and Sam, Tucker listening in with a go-bag if they need to skip town fast but that wasn’t needed as his parents immediately went into apologizing for what they said and how scared he must have been and omg we shot our son!!!

So that when very well after that his parents views on ghost changed for the better and thankfully they cut all ties with the G.I.W even if there still somewhat a problem but their manageable so as long as they all keep them at bay it should be fine.

And Jazz “accidentally” •~{ I heacannon that Jazz hates Vlad with a passion for how weird he is about Danny }~• and everything he’s done and how he acted towards Danny…let’s just say the Fentons were in need of new Fenton-bats as all of there’s were bent out of shape.

Anyway with the less stress from having your parents shooting you every other night his grades have been get better admittedly slowly but there getting better! And everything in Danny’s life has finally chilled out and he can just relax.

Until Vlad decided to be a problem.

Vlad after healing from the beating the Fentons gave him, his obsession started to change from marrying Maddie to taking Danny as his [Not in a romantic way like the Batfam will think, IF I SEE THEM BEING SHIP HERE YOU WILL BE BLOCKED THAT IS A CHILD AND A GROWN MAN] so he had to get Danny and keep him but with the Fentons protection he couldn’t get Danny that way so he kidnapped Dani who has come back to Amity park to visit Danny Mama and got grab by Vlad.

Vlad started to destabilize Dani to create a new clone as a place holder until he can grab the real Danny, But he was unable to destabilize Dani all the way as Danny blasted through the wall and grab Dani and booked it back to his house. [This is very simplified, I’m just shit at writing this type of shit]

So 16 year old Danny and a de-aged 2 Dani ( Who has been renamed Arsa ) feeling very uncomfortable and unsafe with Vlad being around but as Danny’s still in high school and under Fentons protection and not to mention Danny would finish the job his parents and the portal couldn’t.

So he stays until he finishes high school well it was a bit more difficult to keep his grades up with his new daughter but he managers and when he graduates he gives his family+Sam and Tucker a way to connect them and promise to visit every once and a while and books it to the ghost zone and into his liar where Vlad can’t get in as Danny wouldn’t let him.

And Danny + Arsa stay there for 11 years [on the earth side of it ✨Time difference✨] well visiting everyone when Vlad was in the ghost zone doing what ever shady shit he does or trying to get into Danny lair and when Danny feels like Arsa and protect herself from whatever may try to hurt her they move back and decide to move to Gotham as amity park is far to close to Vlad then Danny likes to be.

And they open the cafe just for some extra play money and for fun and that’s how we got here.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Little Facts•

•Danny is trans in this Au

•Asra doesn’t have memories from when she was Dani but she does have feelings

•Maddie and Jack are keeping the G.I.W at bay so they don’t start a war and keep Vlad on his toes while Jazz is in star city as a therapist or psychiatrist

•Danny and Asra choose what age they want to look like so Danny picked 21 and Asra will also probably pick 21 but she still wants to act like a kid or teenager for a few hundred years before than [it’s for Dani who never got the chance to be a kid or teenager]

•Danny somehow found a beanie that looks exactly like the one Dani wore and gave it to Asra as a gift now she wears it with her dagger pins with the magic Danny taught her :)

•Danny is really good at magic, the Fentons think it’s because down the line they most like had witch’s and fea folk in their family tree

•Jason starts to have a crush on Danny after seeing him beat the shit out of Vlad or the Joker or the alley kids

•Danny mother hens the shit out of the alley kids and the alley kids love it as most don’t have the best parents, Damien and Tim are no exceptions :)

•Danny has chilled out with age but is still a feral fucker at heart, Asra doesn’t hide it

•Asra call Danny “Mama” or “The boss man” when on the clock and will call Danny “Papa” if she feels like it

•Asra added to the Vlad and Danny misunderstanding because she is tired of having to deal with this vampire from Temu

•Danny and Asra are always up to some good old gender fuckery

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Appearance•

Dannys appearance•

[Danny likes to wear pants when working so the skirt doesn’t get stuck on anything]

[ But when he can wear skirts and dresses he makes sure to add pretty shinys ]

Asras Appearance•

[She likes pants not much to say]

•~{ And that’s it I hope this is what you gremlins wanted until next time byeeee }~•

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃S/O being drunk/tipsy around Seventeen❃

A/N: So I may have gotten massively drunk last weekend as the region I live in celebrates a specific type of carnival that goes on for five days straight. I might have, maybe, drank a little bit too much during the music festival day and as I was drunkenly stumbling around, I wondered what it would be like to get drunk around svt.

Also, am I the only one who has a K-pop idols I want to get drunk with bias line? Currently, my list consists of Lee Know, Xiumin, Jin and San (to name a few). Just wondering whether that is a normal thing to have or whether I should be concerned about my sanity.

Scoups/Seungcheol

❀ Chances are that if you are drunk around him, so is he. Coups loves a good party on the occasion and isn't a stranger to clubbing. However, where he can hold his liquor and knows his limits, you may have forgotten about yours. Part of him adores your clinginess and finds you adorable; thus, he lets you be your embarrassingly drunk self, laughing at your shameless and less-than-stellar dance moves. As long as you are in the safe, not-too-drunk zone, he will let you have fun and try to match your drinking pace.

❀ However, the moment he notices that you are crossing the line into way too drunk territory, the responsible part of him will kick in, and he will chase you around with water. He will get very serious, going all alpha leader on you and doing whatever it takes for you to take a sip of water.  

❀ No amount of cuteness or begging will convince him to stop his getting you sober plight; you can flirt all you want with him, but once he is concerned for your well-being, it is difficult to persuade him to let you keep on drinking. He is definitely not above cutting the night short either, taking you home instead. If you do as much as refuse, he will throw you over his shoulder and walk out like you weigh nothing. 

Jeonghan

❀ To the poor soul who decided to get drunk around this man, I hope that he will never feel the urge to show those embarrassing videos that he took of you to those around you. Although he will, of course, keep his eye on you to prevent you from getting progressively drunker, he is enjoying you being drunk way too much. He will have his camera out the entire time and instigate you to do something embarrassing that sober-you would very much regret.  

❀ He has an entire folder dedicated to your drunken mishaps, whether it is a five-minute video of you slurring your words as you argue why cows are grossly underappreciated when it comes to favourite animals or you crying as you hug a tree, sobbing that they do not receive enough love. Jeonghan cherishes every single photo and video he took of you being drunk, frequently rewatching them to cheer himself up.

❀ Honestly, it never fails to make you regret drinking around this man because he has no problem using it as blackmail against you. Whenever you try to argue with him during game nights, he will subtly reference one of your entertaining escapades, teasing you that anyone who repeatedly drunkenly asked whether turning a phone on aeroplane mode would give it the ability to fly is in no position to argue with him.  

Joshua

❀ He is so unbelievably gentle with you. The moment he senses that you are getting ab bit too tipsy or borderline drunk, he will make sure to switch to water for himself instead. Although he enjoys the occasional drink, he wants to make sure that he is able to take care of you, letting you freely drink whilst he makes sure you do so safely.

❀ He is genuinely the sweetest, listening to all your drunken ramblings with a fond smile on his face. Whenever you are not paying attention to him, he will secretly switch out your alcoholic beverage for water, cheekily gaslighting you into believing that it is still the same drink by taking a sip himself and pretending that you are imagining things when exclaim it no longer tastes like vodka.

❀ When you guys get home, he will go into full caregiver mode, helping you remove your makeup, making sure that you didn’t forget to plug in your phone for the night and laying out your comfiest pyjamas for you to slip into after a brief shower. He will tuck you into bed after making sure that you drank enough water for the night, preparing a glass of water and some medication for you to take in the morning when the hangover kicks in, before turning in himself.

Jun

❀ The moment you enter your shared apartment drunk, Jun feels torn between laughing at your ridiculous actions spurred by your drunkenness and helping you sober up. Seeing you put your hand in the fish tank as you try to pet your now traumatised goldfish because you felt bad for never petting it before is hilarious to him. He is curious about what else you might do, following you around as you try to do more ridiculous things. He is thoroughly invested in seeing where your drunken brain is taking you next and what else you will get up to if he lets you roam around.

❀ Jun will entertain your drunken childlike curiosity, using it to finally be able to do the totally safe experiments you usually tell him off for. The two of you will engage in a plethora of dubious food experiments, mixing different drinks to find out whether they will taste any good together and go to the supermarket to buy a dozen different ice cream flavours in order to rank them all. Where usually you would scold him for trying to see whether a bath can really overflow, drunken-you would join him in watching the water level rise slowly.

❀ However, he simultaneously will be very caring, preparing a hearty meal to combat your drunkenness. He might not be the best chef in Seventeen, but he can cook up a couple of meals that help with absorbing the alcohol, preparing one of them to help you sober up a bit. He will ensure that you eat plenty of it and drink enough water before you go to bed.

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ In no universe is this man not drunker than you are when the two of you go out drinking. Hoshi’s tolerance is so incredibly low that he could get drunk on the smell of alcohol alone. The other members have to babysit the both of you, not even for your own safety but for those around you. He would be the type of person who, when you buy your shots, forgets that they are not his and, in his drunken stupor, take them when you turn around to pay. You are too drunk to notice either, not that it matters much, as you finish most of his drinks on accident, too.

❀ The dance floor is a danger zone when you two step onto it. Neither of you cares much about dancing decently; instead, the two of you have a competition going on who can come up with the most creative, shameless dance moves. The dance battle only ends when one of you accidentally knocks over a slow-dancing couple during an emotional ballad.

❀ The other members will ultimately have to step in, guiding you back home before either of you does something illegal. It is easier said than done; the two of you are so incredibly drunk that you decide to pose and take pictures with random statues you spot on your way home. Once home, they try to get you both to drink water but miserably fail as Hoshi completely breaks down, professing his undying love for you between sobs. The night ends with the two of you in each other’s arms, crying about how much you love each other.

Wonwoo

❀ Considering he doesn’t really drink himself, he will make sure you are not exceeding your drinking limits, babysitting you the entire time. However, where he usually makes sure to stop you from getting drunk the moment he notices you are getting tipsy, he hadn’t anticipated that the dinner with the members would turn into an out-of-control drinking party. When they suggested doing some drinking games whilst waiting for the food, he had assumed they would have gone easy on you; instead, you had lost so many of the drinking games that you were borderline drunk by the time that the food reached to your table.

❀ Throughout the dinner, Wonwoo tries to get you to drink as much water as he can. Your glass doesn’t stay empty for long as, rather than eating himself, he is way too focused on making sure that it is constantly filled with water. You have barely swallowed your food when he puts another piece of meat on your plate, hoping that the grease will help you sober up somewhat.

❀ When the members insist on playing more drinking games during and after the dinner, he initially refuses on your behalf. If you insist on continuing, he will awe the members by taking every punishment shot going your way for you. Unfortunately for him, the members have finally figured out a way to get Wonwoo to join their drinking festivities, using you as bait to get the usually introverted member to drink.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ As another member who rarely, if ever, drinks, he always tells you to be careful when you do. When you get invited out for drinks with the members, he fully trusts them to keep an eye on you for his sake as he is stuck in the studio, having to finish a song. What he is not expecting, however, is for them to call him at 1 AM to come pick you up, as they may have grossly overestimated your alcohol tolerance. He can hear drunk-you brabble about how much you miss him in the background of the phone call as he talks to the members about coming over to take you home.

❀ With a big sigh, he makes his way over to the pub you guys had been drinking at, realizing that it might not have been the smartest to have the members who frequently drink and have built up quite the tolerance take you drinking. He is not necessarily angry at you or the members; instead, he is disappointed in himself for not having been there with you to ensure you would not go past your drinking limits.

❀ He is incredibly gentle with you when he finally arrives at the pub, scooping you up in his arms, ready to take you home. He will hear no apology on your part or the members, reassuring you that it happens and that although he would like for it to be prevented in the future, he understands that getting drunk happens. At home, he will be so soft as he makes sure to give you whatever you need. He will make sure not to leave your side, helping you shower and giving you plenty of cuddles in bed to make you feel better.

DK/Seokmin

❀ Another member who is probably just as drunk as you are, if not more. He would be getting drunk with you, sharing most of his drinks with you to the point where neither of you remembers which drink belongs to whom. He is definitely enabling your drunk behaviour and perhaps even the cause of it because whenever he picks up his shot of soju, he makes sure to give you one, too.

❀ He will rope you into doing something stupid, putting on one of his infamous skits with you as the second lead. You don’t know where he got a wig from, but he is fully engrossed in his role as Sandra, the woman who is about to be eaten by zombies. Where sober-you would be mortified by his behaviour, you are currently too drunk to care, down to join him as one of the vicious zombies. It doesn’t help that a small part of him still feels embarrassed about his actions and keeps taking a swig of the soju bottle left on your now-unoccupied table, making him progressively drunker as the performance continues.

❀ At the very least, your performance will be enjoyed by a considerably large, amused audience who decide to pay for some of your drinks in appreciation, making it a relatively cheap night out. Neither of you will be able to do much the next day as both of you completely forgot to drink water before going to bed, too busy re-enacting the best moments of your play, resulting in a massive hangover. As a result, the two of you spend most of the next day cuddled up in bed; DK claims that your hugs are the best cure for his crushing headache.

Mingyu

❀ Mingyu sometimes forgets that taller people tend to be able to drink more compared to those who are more vertically challenged; thus, he accidentally got you very drunk when he dragged you to go clubbing with him and the members. That being said, he is not feeling too guilty about it because where sober-you would try to limit the PDA in front of the other members, drunk-you completely forget they exist. Mingyu is on cloud nine when you start to touch him more than usual, thinking he has officially gone to heaven as you hug him close and refuse to let go.

❀ He is giggling uncontrollably, as you are all over him, insisting on slow-dancing to every song that comes on, even if it is to the most upbeat techno song. Although he makes sure that you don’t get too drunk, he will not make any attempts to sober you up immediately either, enjoying your attention way too much. He, for sure, will take at least fifty photos and videos where you are kissing his cheek and drunkenly rambling on and on about how much you love him, saving them for a rainy day. You are the cutest person alive to him, and he seriously considers always bringing you along from now on.

❀ Once home, he will make sure that you are fully provided for, cheekily suggesting to shower together as he is incredibly ‘worried’ that you might slip in the shower in your drunken state. Part of Mingyu is slightly sad to see you sober up when he hands you your tenth glass of water in an attempt to prevent a nasty hangover.

The8/Minghao

❀ There is no way in hell that Minghao is not watching you like a hawk when the two of you go drinking, taking away your drinks when he notices that you are getting a bit too out-of-control drunk. You always try to argue with him when he does, whining that you, the adult, know your limits and don’t need him to babysit you. Thus, to prove you wrong and to get you to stop arguing with him whenever he stops you from drinking, he makes a deal with you; you get to drink however much you want, and he won’t interfere with drunk you whatsoever.

❀ This is how you end up drunk out of your mind at one of the members’ birthday parties, challenging Seungkwan to an arm wrestling match after you had tried to beat a drunk and crying Hoshi in a dance battle without much success. You even competed in Scoups’ and Mingyu’s beer pong competition, making you drunker than you already were. Minghao hovers nearby, ready to jump in when necessary, keeping a close eye on your questionable actions. His phone is in his hands as he quietly films you from a distance, ready to present sober-you with the consequences of your drunken decisions.

❀ Nevertheless, he will interfere whenever you are about to do something too embarrassing; sure, he wants you to learn that you do stupid things when wasted, but he does not want you to be relentlessly teased by the other members for your intoxicated mishaps. Minghao will immediately take you back home and sober you up when he thinks that he has let you go on for long enough and that he has collected enough evidence to prove his claims. The next morning, he will lovingly confront you with reality, regardless of whether or not you are nursing a hangover, after which you agree that maybe, sometimes, he might have a point.

Seungkwan

❀ Seungkwan is honestly one of the best people to get drunk around. Sure, he drinks himself, but the moment he notices that he is getting tipsy, he slows down his drinking. He has had to deal with the members being drunk so often that he has developed successful ways of dealing with drunk people, making him well-equipped to deal with you. The moment you sheepishly admit that you are slightly drunk when you two are having dinner with the members, he will do his famous drunk check, rubbing over your forehead, making you giggle uncontrollably, before concluding that, indeed, you are gone.  

❀ The entire evening, he will treat you like a little kid, listening to your drunken ramblings and providing you with sassy and funny remarks in exchange. He loves that you are laughing even more at his jokes than usual, and he will not miss a chance to elicit another fit of laughter out of you by doing something stupid. Seungkwan is not above embarrassing himself as long as it means that you are entertained.

❀ Honestly, I can’t imagine Seungkwan letting you do anything embarrassing. He will make sure that you sober up a little, providing you with water every now and then, and talk you out of whatever stupid plan you were about to execute. The moment he spots you climbing onto the bar, ready to execute your and Hoshi’s well-choreographed but slightly ridiculous dance routine, he will expertly redirect your attention to something else, making you completely forget about what you were about to do. As funny as he knows it would be for you to embarrass yourself, he knows you would be mortified the next day when you find out what you did the previous night and is fully committed to preventing that from happening. He would never let you do anything you would regret sober.

❀ Still, if you refuse to listen to him or you manage to do something stupid when he is momentarily distracted, he would not let you live it down.

Vernon

❀ Similarly to Jun, he is highly amused by your drunken escapades, curious to see what you will do. Where Jun, however, will join you in your antics, Vernon will mostly observe you, laughing his chair-screeching laugh as he does. He is not going to interfere whatsoever and lets you do whatever comes to your drunken mind, highly amused by whatever you are doing. Unless you are doing something illegal or dangerous, he is letting you do whatever your drunken brain convinces you to do.

❀ Getting drunk around Vernon means providing him with an arsenal of slightly embarrassing pictures that will be stored for later use. His phone is in his hand the whole evening, and he will make sure to snap thousands of images of your intoxicated self as you pose for him. You completely forget about him taking the pictures until he starts using them as stickers and memes in your private chat. Most of his reactions to your messages are you pulling a weird face. It wouldn’t have been that bad if he hadn’t started using them in the Seventeen group chat and as his phone’s background.

❀ As Vernon doesn’t strike me as someone who drinks often, he wouldn’t really be much help in sobering you up and making sure you won’t have too bad of a headache in the morning. Instead of making sure you drink enough water and get enough sleep, he convinces you to stay up late to watch a movie with him, entertained by your drunken commentary throughout, most of which he records. Needless to say, when morning arrives, you wake up with a lot of regrets.

Dino/Chan

❀ Dino is the king of being drunk; the amount of stories this dude has where he is wasted and doing something questionable are too many to count. Of course, he will be drunk with you, and of course, you two will create the best, most amusing drunk story ever. He had tried so hard to take the punishment shots for you whenever you lost a drinking game, not wanting you to get too drunk, resulting in both of you being incredibly intoxicated and hyping the other up to do some questionable stuff. The members tried to supervise the both of you, but you managed to escape when they got distracted for merely a second.

❀ In retrospect, your memories are kind of hazy on what had actually happened that night. In flashes, you remember a couple of rich people inviting you guys along, a boat, a garden gnome and something about a museum. Somehow, at the end of the night, you two end up in a fancy hotel, holding a garden gnome under your arm, all expenses paid, with the staff congratulating you on your engagement as you sport a very cheap plastic ring on your ring finger.

❀ In the morning, the two of you are nursing massive hangovers, utterly confused about where you are and how you managed to get there. Dino sees the thirty-plus missed calls from the members, knowing he is in a world of trouble, and someone mysteriously saved under the name Bob the Magician. The ring is so tight around your finger that you barely manage to get it off. Still, neither of you is planning on leaving any time soon, enjoying the luxury hotel the next couple of days as you try to piece together what transpired that night after ensuring the members that you are not dead in a ditch somewhere.

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[danika-redgrave124]

Winx Yuu and Dorm Leaders

Yuu and Riddle

Yuu’s celestial aura and calming presence contrast starkly with Riddle’s strict demeanor. Initially, Riddle struggles with how unbothered Yuu is by rules, though he secretly admires their self-discipline.

Yuu helps Riddle learn to relax a bit, often suggesting stargazing as a way to unwind.

Riddle respects Yuu’s magical expertise and often seeks their input during problem-solving.

When Riddle gets flustered by his own emotions, Yuu’s soothing tone and gentle teasing help him regain composure.

Yuu and Leona

Leona pretends not to care about Yuu’s celestial powers, but he’s low-key fascinated by their ability to “outshine the sun.”

Yuu isn’t intimidated by Leona’s gruff nature and often challenges him with dry humor, which earns his grudging respect.

They bond over their shared appreciation for naps—Yuu prefers lounging under the stars while Leona enjoys the warmth of the sun.

Leona sometimes asks Yuu to use their magic to light up dark caves or assist in “lazy” strategies which is usually distracting Cheka from him, so he can nap more.

Yuu and Azul

Azul is captivated by Yuu’s cosmic magic and immediately tries to strike a deal to learn more about it. Yuu, however, can see through his schemes and politely declines.

Yuu finds Azul’s business acumen impressive but occasionally teases him about his dramatic tendencies.

Azul is slightly envious of Yuu’s effortless charm but grows to respect their honesty and kindness.

Yuu occasionally partners with Jade and Floyd to “playfully keep Azul humble.”

Yuu and Kalim

Kalim is immediately drawn to Yuu’s sparkly aesthetic and cheerful personality, often calling them a “walking shooting star.”

Yuu appreciates Kalim’s infectious positivity and helps him channel his energy into meaningful endeavors.

They enjoy flying together—Kalim on his magic carpet and Yuu with their celestial wings—racing through the skies and laughing the entire time.

Yuu often acts as a calming influence during Kalim’s more party life moments, making him feel safe and understood.

Yuu and Vil

Vil initially judges Yuu’s celestial aesthetic with a critical eye but ultimately declares them a “radiant masterpiece of the cosmos.” which Yuu deems as high praise.

Yuu admires Vil’s confidence and discipline, often seeking his advice on presentation and poise.

Vil finds Yuu’s ethereal nature mesmerizing but occasionally lectures them on the importance of grounded beauty as well.

They bond over their shared pursuit of perfection, often inspiring each other to balance inner and outer beauty.

Yuu and Idia

Idia is equal parts fascinated and intimidated by Yuu’s celestial aura, describing them as “an RPG boss character with maxed-out charisma stats.”

Yuu gently encourages Idia to step out of his comfort zone, though they’re patient and never push him too far.

Idia loves discussing space exploration and futuristic tech with Yuu, who enjoys listening to his enthusiastic ramblings.

Yuu’s dreamy personality helps Idia feel less isolated, though he often mutters, “This is way too anime” under his breath.

Yuu and Malleus

Malleus is enchanted by Yuu’s celestial powers, finding them reminiscent of ancient myths and legends.

Yuu enjoys Malleus’s thoughtful nature and often invites him to stargaze, teaching him about the constellations of Astralis.

Their bond is built on mutual respect and curiosity, with Malleus sharing fae lore in exchange for Yuu's stories of Astralis lore.

Yuu gently teases Malleus about his tendency to walk around at night, always managing to coax a rare smile from him.

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Fall: I’ve been wondering, how did you get into writing? You seem like you’ve got such a strong grasp on it. It’s kind of intimidating, honestly. You are way too good with your words, especially compared to us, mere mortals.

Shen Yuan smirked as he typed out his reply, leaning back against his hospital bed.

Shizun: You flatterer! But honestly, I’ve spent way too much time hate-reading terrible webnovels and thought, ‘Well, I can’t do worse than this’. Writing fanfiction was kind of a last-ditch effort to keep my sanity after reading PIDW for so long. And…

He started to hit backspace but hit enter instead. Shit.

It took a minute for Fall to answer. Against his hopes, not without asking about that ‘and’.

Fall: “And…”?

Fall: But LOL. I should have known that nothing can beat spite. Not sure if you know - probably you do, since you love PIDW’s world so much -, but there's a commenter, Peerless_Cucumber, who is like that. The angrier he gets, the more eloquent he writes. Barring all the swearing, LOL.

Fall: Shit! Wait. No. Now that I think about it, please, don't check him out! If you two would collaborate, you could take over the world.

Shen Yuan couldn't decide whether to cry or laugh. It seemed, it was a good decision not using his Peerless_Cucumber acc, but it was quite strange to read about himself. Maybe he should tell Fall it was him.

Hahaha. No. Fuck, no.

Shizun: Hahaha, I know about him! Would it be strange if I'd say that I kinda use his long-ass comments/essays as bases for improvement? He is always so detailed with all the problems and issues, it is much better to use those instead of the fan Wiki.

Shizun: So… about the “and”.

Shizun: I used to be quite sickly when I was young. I spent a lot of time in the hospital, and I found out that reading and writing was a wonderful way to forget about the real world. Funnily enough, I'm actually at the hospital rn, turning towards writing once more.

It took a little longer for Fall to answer. Biting into his mouth, Shen Yuan hoped that it wasn't too personal too soon. Shen Yuan glanced at the IV drip beside him, the sterile smell of the hospital room filling his senses. It wasn't that bad.

It wasn't good either.

He wanted to go home. Home had his own bed. Home had his PIDW merch and his favorite pillow his er-ge forbid to bring him to the hospital.

Fall: Oh, shit. That sucks.

Fall: I get that. Reading (and maybe writing, but you may never know) is a safe space for me too. It helps to forget about all the problems in the world, to imagine you are somewhere else, in a better place. Also, I hope you are doing okay! I'm also in a similar situation, so high five bro! (Kinda managed to do something very, very stupid. Did you know that ramen is liquid and liquid does not go well with electricity?)

Fall: On a lighter note, I really think that you are good at writing. You should try to do original work if you want to - you are, like, natural at balancing world-building and character development. I'm kinda jealous, but I've learned a lot just from reading your fic.

Shen Yuan blinked at the screen. It was one thing for random commenters to leave praise, but for some reason, hearing it from Fall felt... different. He found himself smiling stupidly, warmth blooming in his chest. Fall was just so…

He was lovely.

A great “bro”, it seemed. Way to be bro zoned.

Shizun: First of all, don't you dare to

sell yourself short! Not on my watch! You’ve got some pretty good ideas yourself. I can tell from your comments you’ve got a solid grasp on storytelling. Second, what the fuck, Fall?? You okay???

There was a longer pause before Fall replied. Shen Yuan knew that logically, Fall had to be safe, since he could write - they had been communicating constantly for the last two weeks -, but that didn't make it less scary. To know that Fall could have…

To think that Shen Yuan could have died… if either of them died…

They could have never met. It was a strangely disturbing and upsetting thought.

Fall: I'm good, I'm good! Dw!

Fall: Okay, but consider this: I don't think anybody would be interested in what I'd write. What I would like to write about.

Shen Yuan only had one answer to that:

Shizun: I'd read that.

Fall didn't reply for a long time after that, but that was okay. Shen Yuan assumed he needed some time to think about it, and that was okay. He just hoped his friend would realize how much Shen Yuan thought the world of him. He believed in Fall, even if Fall didn't believe in himself.

Shen Yuan, after all, had experience in believing in authors with great potential, who lacked the spine to be themselves and write what they wanted, instead of what the majority of the people demanded.

-*-*-*-

Fall: I've been thinking a lot about SJ and the way you portrayed him handling the Immortal Alliance Conference. It was fascinating to see the parallels. Him killing WY, who murdered those kids to save YQY versus him throwing LBH into the Abyss, believing that he, as a demonic cultivator, also killed all those kids. It was such a great moment! Shocking, because I think we all thought he would not do it since your SQQ wasn't as brutal as Airplane's, but you executed it so well! Oh, I wish Airplanes would have done the same. So heartbreaking! While PIDW created a monster out of SQQ, you created a human.

Fall: I'm also wondering if you plan to make him struggle with that choice later. Like, will he regret it in hindsight?

Shen Yuan considered this, tapping his fingers against his laptop. Fall always asked questions that made him rethink his plans. Actually, he didn't really think that he did such a great job at drawing parallels between the two Conferences, so he planned to switch POVs and continue it from Luo Binghe's, but…

It was actually a great question. The readers already knew about Luo Binghe's experiences in the Abyss more-or-less. Shen Yuan planned to show how staying at a more stable peak affected his physique, but it could be fascinating to explore what happens to Shen Qingqiu meanwhile.

Maybe he could do both…

Maybe-

Shizun: You raised a good question. I think I'll have him grapple with the consequences, it could be interesting to see how things turn out in the mortal world.

Fall: I think you should do it. It would fit your world-building theme… You could make the story feel more real. Like, the world, the characters and their choices have weight, y’know?

Shen Yuan knew exactly what Fall meant.

Shizun: Yeah, you are absolutely right. It was definitely something PIDW was missing - characters suffering real consequences. Even if they did something, be it either bad or good, it didn't really matter, because they either died in the end, or…

Fall: or had sex?

Shen Yuan snorted, typing back quickly.

Shizun: I wanted to say kinky, yet utterly boring papapa, but yes.

Fall: Oh, don't mention it! If I never read the words ‘thrust’ and ‘dangling’ again, it’d be too soon!

Shizun: I hate you.

Shizun: I want to bleach my eyes. I hate those words! And all the euphemisms Airplane use. ‘Flowers’, I get. Even ‘heavenly pillar’ makes sense! But comparing breasts to cow's udders?!?! Sometimes I wonder about Airplane's sex ed background…

There was a longer pause after that. Only his nervous ticks revealed his anxiety over that pause. Was he too offensive? It was not his Peerless_Cuvumber acc, so maybe he shouldn't have been so critical over the papapa scenes? But that was the best part in his friendship with Fall! He felt free to be open, to be himself!

Before he could work up himself, a reply came.

Fall: Maybe he doesn't really like writing sex? Or specifically, hetero sex? Maybe he is…

Shen Yuan stared at the words.

Airplane, his favorite and most hated author might be similar to him?

Maybe.

But…

Shizun: Don't care. I'm gay, and I could write better hetero sex scenes if I wanted to! Sexual orientation is not a good reason to be so bad at something!

Only after he sent the message did he realize that he fucked up. Sure, he might have flirted sometimes as they were talking with each other, but only within the boundaries of a no-homo friendship. But now that he came out in the heat of the moment…

He didn't want to lose a friend.

Fall: Okay, but you are different. You dare to write what you love.

Shen Yuan only realized that he had been withholding his breath, when he could feel himself breathe normally. It was not an explicit acceptance-

But it wasn't a rejection either.

He would take it.

Deciding, he would not bring attention to his accidental came-out, he wrote:

Shizun: If you ever decide to write something, you can also write whatever you wish to. It will be great, I'm sure of it!

There was a break in the conversation, again. He hoped he didn't push hard, since he knew Fall had been pretty hesitant to talk about his own writing in the past, but he hoped his encouragement helped.

Fall: Maybe one day. If I get brave enough to write something worth reading, you’ll be the first to know!

Shen Yuan smiled at his phone, feeling the familiar warmth settle in his chest. He wasn't sure why, but the idea of Fall sharing his work with him first, felt like something worth waiting for. The guy had a way with words, it was obvious from his comments. He was insightful and had an eye for details. Shen Yuan knew that if he ever wrote something he really liked, it would be an instant hit.

-*-*-*-

As the time passed, the day of Shen Yuan’s discharge loomed closer and closer. Which, don't misunderstand him, he desperately waited for!

However…

He had to admit. He didn't really want to leave the Hospital Guy. Sure, he still didn't know much about the guy - not even his name, for fuck's sake! -, but he had grown attached.

Hospital Guy was funny and smart and weird and hilarious. Shen Yuan enjoyed spending time with him, their quiet moments in the garden. He liked talking with/to him about everything and nothing. Hospital Guy was attentive when he ranted about the series he binge-watched between two chapters of PIDW, and they also had the same taste in music! He liked seeing the guy relax, and he loved it even more that he, Shen Yuan, was the reason for his more relaxed state!

He just liked Hospital Guy, okay?! He was just adorable, both inside and out!

So, on the day of his discharge, Shen Yuan mustered the courage to do the one thing he had yet to do: visit the guy's room.

Hospital Guy was clicking wildly on his phone, but the moment he noticed Shen Yuan, he stopped, and focused all his attention on him.

“Hi,” Shen Yuan said, surprisingly shy.

“Hello, Stranger,” Hospital Guy grinned.

“I'm leaving today,” he blurted out. The grin was instantly gone from Hospital Guy's face, turning into an unreadable mask.

It was concerning.

“Oh,” was all he said.

Shen Yuan waited, hoping for something more. A request to stay in touch, disappointment for not continuing their daily walks, or at least a goodbye that felt more meaningful. He waited for something, anything-

But the guy just nodded, his gaze drifting away from Shen Yuan, as if with that, he had already forgotten about the friend he made in the hospital.

Maybe they weren't really friends. Maybe everything was only in Shen Yuan's head.

Maybe he had bothered Hospital Guy all along.

Disappointment surged through Shen Yuan. He’d thought, maybe, there was something there; a connection, a friendship, maybe even more! But the guy didn’t seem to care.

It was as if Shen Yuan didn't even exist anymore.

“Alright,” Shen Yuan said, his voice tight. He would not cry. He would not scream. He would not fight. He would not bother Hospital Guy ever again. “Take care of yourself.”

And with that, he left.

[connorsui]

Hi hi, me's again :3

I have another daydream idea thing I think you'll like. You don't have to do anything with it or respond to it. I know you're trying not to write about characters you've been giving a lot of attention RN. I just REALLY wanted to share this with you.

SO hear me out: Doctor Who type thing X L&D?

There was an episode where River and I think Clara were in a book and that made me wonder.....

What if, because of a sort of similar situation, we were in the game? And even better, what if Sylus recognized us?

Also, warning: this turned out a lot LOT longer than I planned so I wanna apologize ahead of time. I'm really really sorry about that.

Imagine:

You've got a weird eccentric friend that likes to go on weird adventures as of late (maybe he's having a midlife crises?), and you usually have to join in cause you're his friend and besties with his wife.

One day, said friend (we'll call him John cause lol) bursts in while you're playing your fave game teasing and flirting with Sylus. John says there's some shit going on and youve gonna move NOW. So with no time to spare, you just turn the screen off and run.

Apparently the thing causing problems today is an electric type kind of monster that for of course is also able to shape shift cause dealing with it wouldn't have been hard enough. Why not add it shape shifting? Well, stupid thing gets hurt and scared. It hides while you, John, and Melody (bestie) are looking for it and it decides to hop into your phone to hide. Of course this didn't go unnoticed so John helps you and Melody to hop into your phone with it (he isn't able to go in himself, so he's gonna find someone to help him hop in while you and his wifey do some shit)

Sylus always heard a voice whenever he spent time with you. Either flirting, sassing, joking, name calling when angry, sometimes singing in battle if the voice seem to be in a nervous or energetic mood. He couldn't SEE who was speaking, but no one else seem to notice so he ignored it. His Kitten mattered to him, not this voice (regardless of how similar it was to his Kitten).

One day, his Kitten started acting strange. Not by a lot, but she seemed more distant. She didn't tease, flirt, or even cutely pout out of anger. No one else seem to notice a difference, his Kitten didn't think there was a difference, but he could just FEEL it.

Soon enough though, he figured out why.

He saw two new women walking in the N109 Zone, talking about something serious (as if that was anything new to him). He sent Mephisto to spy on them for him. If they were gonna try anything, he needed to know.

But call him surprised. Not only did they seem to be talking about some kind of monster in the area, but one of them seemed a lot like his Kitten. Exactly like her actually. The way she spoke, it was definitely the same voice he'd always heard. She had the same personality as his Kitten before she grew distant. The same teasing, same sass, same pouty reactions and excitement over junk food, even the little song she sang when she was nervous was the same (he's sure the one she sings when excited or energetic would be the same as well). She didn't resemble Miss Hunter by any means. Appearance-wise, she was much more ordinary (not that it'd mean anything to him), but the fact was undeniable now.

THIS was his Kitten.

He gathered more information (stalking), at first just to be sure but quickly turned to a need to know all her likes and dislikes, any allergies or addictions. He needed to know everything, and keep her safe.

She seemed less capable than Miss Hunter so he'd have to keep an extra close eye on her. Especially because this monster they were after sounded more dangerous than an average Wanderer.

And now he sees another man joining the two women? Was he there for his Kitten? He couldn't think he was worthy of-

Oh.

He's.....married to the other woman. Well, good for him. His Kitten had married friends. And his Kitten is his, having heard her tell her friend (as well as him on multiple occasions before he saw her) that she loved him and would stay at his side in a heartbeat. His heart ached though, she didn't believe herself worthy of him. Didn't think he could ever love her (oh how wrong she was).

He would prove her wrong very soon. Once the threat was gone, he was determined to prove it to her.

You and Melody met up with John after a few in game days (you stayed in a hotel, though you're not sure how that was possible as neither of you had in game money). While waiting for him, you told her about the world you're in. The Wanderers, the N109 Zone, and especially the man that ran it. You told her all about Sylus as if be was a real man you had a huge crush on (ok, crush might be a strong understatement), how much you loved him and accepted her would never be yours. He has Miss Hunter. The one he'd spent decades waiting for, very likely never been interested in taking or accepting anyone else. She finally was being loving towards him in game so what should he care for the one controlling her (for the most part). The one he couldn't see or hear.

When John showed up, you immediately shut up about Sylus and got to work trying to figure out how to find the stupid thing so you could go home and play your game and pretend the man you loved loves you back. (John had a habit of using you as a sacrificial lamb to distract whatever threat there was so they could get away. You made sure to complain about that to Melody before John got there, specifically the fact that it was only ever you to do that). Once you figured out how to recognize it and how to hurt it, you all went out and split up to look for it.

First, it pretended to be a flying wanderer. Maybe cause it was similar to it somehow?

Next it was one of the extras. You didn't even remember his name.

Then, it pretended to be Miss Hunter. How ironic....

You'd all gathered to fight it as her (mostly cause it was gonna be hard for you to hurt the girl you designed). At some point though, there was so much chaos that you had to take cover. When you peeked out of your cover, you saw you were blocked off from the others.

Great. Now you'd have to go around. Least you didn't have to worry much for them, they were both very capable of dealing with it, were use to it by now, and definitely had a lot of fun doing it. Why you were here, you could only guess it was out of pity, to be a lamb, or both.

You were having a hard time though. Every way around in the direction you needed to go was blocked off by what looked like fresh rubble. You sigh, probably the result of that thing your friends were fighting (spoilers, it was not). You wanted to climb over one of them, you were so annoyed, but it was too steep and there somehow wasn't anything stable to grob onto.

You finally gave up and went to a cafe (wait, what was a cafe doing in the N109 zone?) just to sit and relax. You were so tired that you didn't question the cafe or its placement, just happy it was there. You usually werent this active, you were sure you lost some weight just from all the running around. Thankfully, this cafe had a couch like in Friends so you layed down and quickly (accidentally) fell asleep.

When you woke up, you felt like you were being held and someone was gently stroking your head. You would have thought it was Melody, if the chest wasnt a mans. A chest that was more toned than Johns too. What the fuck was this?

You were still so tired though and he wasn't doing anything creepy yet, so you figured you'd try to relax and wait for a chance to sneak off to find your friends.

You noted how he held you was gentle but was still firm as to keep you in place (maybe to keep you from falling). His fingers were raking through and playing with your hair while petting your head. His heart was beating fast, almost erratic, in contrast to the gentle actions. He smelled good, like cologne but there was something else there you couldn't quite place.

Just then, there was the sound of a phone ringing. You felt him move to pick up the phone and hang up before putting it down and continuing the gentle affection. The phone rang again and the man growled in clear annoyance, picking it up again and answering it this time.

"What is it? Make it quick." he told whoever was on the other line in a whisper that was cold and annoyed.

Wait....that voice.....

SYLUS?! Why in all the flying fuck is HE holding you?! And in an affectionate way, you're not even tied up!!

You heard him sigh, and slowly unwrap himself from you to gently place your head on a pillow and tuck you in before getting off the bed and leaving the room.

You open your eyes to see you're where you thought you'd be when you recognized his voice, in his room and in his bed.

You move to get up and see you're now in a silk nightgown. HOLY SHIT, HE CHANGED YOU?! How did he even do this without waking you?! You really REALLY hope it was a maid or something that changed your outfit. That would at least make it less weird (maybe).

You find your cloths rather easy, they're on the floor near the door, so you tip toe over to grab and put on your socks to at least try to protect your feet from the freezing floor. Then you look over at the bathroom door which, while closed, does have its light on. You look between the bathroom door and the bedroom door. You SHOULD sneak out and get back buuuuuuuut you have so many questions.

You tip toe over to the bathroom and try to listen to a little of the conversation, pressing your ear to the door. There's nothing though, he's either too quiet to hear or he's not talking. Damn.

You're contemplating staying to listen or go back to the bed to wait, when the door opened and you crashed into the mans chest with a squeak. He laughed at the sound you made, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace to keep you in place.

"What's my naughty Kitten doing out of bed?" He asked with an amused smirk.

His....Kitten...?

Did this man just call you......his Kitten...?

He tilted your head (that was buried in his chest) up to meet his gaze. "What, no sass today? Cat got your tongue?"

You deadpanned. You loved puns and dad jokes, but that ones just cringey and overused. "Oh ha ha Crow man."

"There she is." He said softly, though clearly still amused. He picked up up, making you yelp in surprise which made him smirk.

You groaned as he carried you over to the bed and set you down. "With your love for shiny and expensive things, I've got no idea why I'm here..."

"I wasn't aware you could make such adorable sounds." He chuckled, completely ignoring what you said to tease you.

You sigh. "What am I doing here Sylus? Shouldn't Miss Hunter be here? Ya know, your Kitten? The love of your life?" It didn't make sense Miss Hunter wasn't here instead. Man will make up reasons for her to stay. And why weren't you tied up or being interrogated? Why why he being nice to you?

Sylus frowned a bit at that. He'd have preferred to keep a smirk but he couldn't help it. You were here at his side and you weren't getting it. "Did you think I never heard you?" He asked, sitting on the bed with you, and pulling you in to hold you. There was clear confusion on your face, and something almost like anger. Explaining this would take some time.

So over the course of an hour and a half, he explained everything. That he heard you, Miss Hunters change due to you being here, how he recognized you. Everything.

"Seriously?!" He chuckled. "Yes Kitten, seriously." He was relieved you were finally starting to get it, that he fell in love with you without even knowing it and immediately recognized that when he found you walking his streets.

"OH SHIT, MELODY!!" You went to get up but he held tightly. "Is fine. Your friends are back at the hotel." Though they might be wondering where you were by now. He'd have to send the twins for them. He COULD keep paying for your rooms but he liked the idea of having you here with him, and you likely would want your friends here with you.

"Do you know if-"

"Taken care of." He saw to the monster himself, though it was a bit of a challenge keeping you separated from it. You and your friends were persistent, you less so though. When the twins blocked off that part of the city to you, it took little time for you to give and wait for your friends. His poor Kitten, so tired and obviously just wanted to go home and relax with him again. You likely didn't even wanna be there. He was thankfully able to make quick work of the thing.

"O-ok..? How the hell did I get here?" He smirked, about to make a teasing remark but you quickly added "OTHER than being carried in here, you smartass." He couldn't help but laugh. You knew him so well, and now he knew you even more so.

"The twins brought you after you fell asleep, Though I've got no idea how you never woke up."

"And..." You gestured to the nightgown.

"I bought it on the way home." He knew that wasn't what you were asking but it was too tempting not to tease you.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Do I?" He smirked more.

"Sylus!!" You whined.

"What, no Sy this time? No hubby? I'm disappointed Kitten." He fake pouted, clearly enjoying himself way too much. Though he really was a little disappointed you had yet to call him by any of the usual nicknames you used.

You already figured that so you gave him what he wanted. "Sy Sy, please?" You said in the cutest voice you could muster with the best puppy dog eyes. He was acting like he was YOUR lover so youre gonna take advantage. Sitting up in his lap and holding onto his face, you brushed your nose up to his. He melted into your touch with a contented sigh. It made you happy to see it but you need answers. "Won't my loving boyfriend please tell me what I wanna know before bed? Please?" You cutely begged.

"On one condition."

DAMMIT, you were so sure that'd work. "And that is?"

"Information isn't free. I think a fitting price would be..." He looked at your lips.

You blushed. He's....asking for a kiss...? You can't help but smile. "A kiss?"

He looked back up at your eyes.

"Information first, then reward." You said playfully.

He pouted but obliged, leaning back on the headboard with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Yes Kitten, that was my doing." You were about to yell at him but he interrupted. "No, I did not look. I just wanted to be sure you'd be comfortable."

"Ok, good." You signed in relief. You knew he wasnt a pig and he wouldn't do anything, but it still was a relief to know. "Do my friends know I'm ok?"

"They will. I plan to send for them later on."

And now for the biggest question. "How long am I gonna be here..?"

He raised a brow at that. "As long as you'd like. Though with how you complained about your life, I assumed you would wish to stay permanently."

You looked away, biting your lip as you thought. You had to admit, it was very tempting. You didn't have much of a life back home. You didn't talk to your family, your friends back at the hotel were your only friends, and you hadn't had a job for a little while. There was still your cat though, Youd die before leaving him behind. And your mothers necklace.

On the other hand, its a completely different life. One that'd be far more dangerous. He'd protect you no problem and would likely even train you himself if you were up for it. There was just a lot of things to consider. You could probably get away with being lazy and not doing anything but you didn't wanna be dead weight. You didn't want him to have to teach you to be productive but the man did love quality time.

Then there's also the other guys. Would they recognize you like he did or would they only care for your MC? You didn't really care much for them, you've always been a Sylus girl, but you also liked them enough to not wanna hurt them (except Celab. He's scary).

You looked back at him as he patiently waited for your reply. If you stayed, you'd finally be with someone you love, and who actually loves you back.

"Would I be able to go back long enough to get a few things?" You asked nervously.

He smiled. "I assume so."

"No, I mean....would you be ok if I-"

He interrupted by pulling you in a tight embrace again, cradling your head as he rubbed his nose to yours before resting his forehead on your own. "I trust you to come back to me Kitten."

You signed with a dreamy smile, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of being so close now that all your current questions were answered. "Its settled then." You probably wouldn't be able to tell your friends though. Knowing John, he wouldn't want you to stay here forever cause it's not a real world. You just have to make up a reason to come back later.

"Satisfied Kitten?" He wasn't really questioning that, you knew he's just looking for his reward.

"Yes." You giggled and finally gave the man his reward. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with as much love as you could, getting back the same amount back from him.

This was gonna be a great life. You could feel it.

THE WAY U COMING TO ME WITH A FULL FIC HAS ME IN SHAMBLES 👁👄👁🩷✨️!?!?! AND YOU EXPECT IMMA JUST READ AND SAY GOODBYE??

After the package that was just sent? ..my luv this ain't a little letter you just leave inside my mailbox and I throw out ...everybody else gotta read this too 😭😭 and I would do it with a full mic if I gotta

I ain't gonna lie thooooo ... u make this so hard for me not to write sylus 👀👀 because it's not only such a good idea but it's so unique in itself!? ...like I was a doctor who girlie 😩🩷 mixing my two faves into one would be a literal God send✨️

I say ...no sylus for a week ...madam8 says: nah ..take sum sylus pills anyway💅🏻✨️

[myrasdiary]

Spiderpunk but he loves staring st you? Normally you wouldn't see him but then you do! And then you ask him and he just chuckles and says "you're so beautiful darling." If itd fine with you?

of course! ty for requesting 🙈

Staring Problem

Hobie landed down on a random rooftop, jumping down from a nearby building and sitting down. He pats down next to him, an invitation for me to join him.

"Wait up!" I laughed, the airy sound piercing through the quiet evening. I followed his lead, swinging onto the rooftop and perching down next to him. We've only been dating for two weeks, and so far it has been utter bliss. He took note of my exhilarated face, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

The sky had transformed into a canvas of golden hues. Streaks of orange and yellow painted the sky, as the sun cast an array of shadows upon our faces. The warmth on my face felt heavenly. "The sun's almost down," I baited my breath, as if I didn't want to disturb the event.

Hobie hummed in response, leaning down to lightly kiss my temple. "Quite nice, innit?" His voice was surprisingly soft. "Never see this type of sky in my dimension."

I turned to face him, intrigued. "Hm? Why not?" I shift my position to hug my legs, tilting my head onto my knees. His lip curved up faintly.

"Sky's too polluted where I'm from, honestly. Can't see shit for most of it." He sighs, looking up at the sky again. "S' a bloody shame."

My face crinkled in sympathy. "That must be horrible." I couldn't imagine not being to see the sunlight, suffocated by a murky atmosphere and diminishing stars.

He shrugged casually. "Oh c'mon now, you ain't gotta pity me." His smile returns. "It's not a big deal, luv. S somethin' I'm used to. Nothin' more." I reach for his hand, interlacing my fingers through his in a display of affection.

"Well, you better enjoy it right now, then."

He's already enjoying it. Of course he is, I was with him. He nods, watching the light saturate into a darker color. "So, tell me more about that college project you're working on, eh?"

A few minutes later, I was rapidly rambling to him about quantum holes and the space time continuum. Hobie had been intently listening, playing with his shoelace. He'd be lying if he said he understood what I were talking about, but it was pretty fascinating to hear. He only began to get distracted when his gaze wandered to my face, watching the way my eyes seemed to light up while explaining the project. Each detail of my features held his undivided attention, his eyes softening as I continued speaking, unaware of his zoned-out state.

He felt that familiar feeling. The feeling he always gets in when he's with me, except it was greater now, fluttering in his stomach and making him feel all warm and safe. The more staring he did, the less he was really listening to what I were saying.

"And I thought that researching this could be great, because we're also dealing with this issue in the society-" I pause for a second, a bit taken aback by the intent stare he was giving me. My brows furrow. "Uhm, is there something on my face..?"

He stays silent for a second, swallowing the lump in his throat. He was afraid that if he spoke too quick, his words would falter mid-sentence. After a moment, his voice was fragile. "You're bloody beautiful, you know that?"

Now I was the flustered one. Redness creeped into my cheeks as I did a double take at his abrupt confession. "I...wow."

He took a deep breathe, snapping out of his state and chuckling at my response. "Sorry, darling. You're just so distracting." He pulls back, staring at me again, with unrestrained affection.

I take a deep breath to calm down my racing heart, trying to act nonchalant. "Well, you're gonna miss the sunset if you keep looking at me like that."

"Fuck the sunset. The view here's better anyway."

A laugh bubbles on my lips, music to his ears. "You mean that?"

'Of course luv. I always do." He wrapped an arm around my smaller frame, and we both turn our heads back to the view, hearts buzzing with joy.

[psychrodraws]

Hello! May I have paldea trio headcannons?

(Or Arvpen headcannons, I need them)

Also yes, I am @indigodiskmybeloved this is my main ;-;

Hell yeah! This is… a lot. I think about this a lot. Way too much. Buckle up.

When Nemona’s with Penny, she’s the one who tries to pull her out of her shell a bit. She loves Penny’s snark and bite, how she’s willing to speak her mind about anything that bothers her, and Nemo doesn’t want to see that side of her be repressed. It’s a struggle, sometimes a lot more than others, but Nemona strives to be the confident hand that Penny can take while she finds her footing in the world. Her sygna suit was a cheerleader for a reason! However, she can find herself needing to take her foot off the gas, so to speak. When Nemona gets a bit too intense, it can make Penny clam up and just try to weather the sudden shift in energy. When Penny first snapped at Nemona to take it down a notch or twelve, Penny thought Nemona might cry- but Nemona was just so happy to see Penny willing to speak up! All of this has had a marked improvement on her confidence! Penny’s been finding herself talking to people a lot more, battling a lot more, even being the one to call her father first! It takes a lot out of her, but bit by bit and day by day, it takes ever so slightly less. Nemona couldn’t be prouder of her.

 But when Penny’s just really, really not feeling it, Nemona has no problem doing something a bit more low-key. She can’t really sit still long enough to just veg out and watch some anime, maybe if it’s a high-action anime, so they usually play video games together. Nemona is… not really that good at them! :D Penny goes easy on her. If the three of them are playing together, Arven does not, so Penny has to keep him down. Regardless, she has a ton of fun with them, with no real regard for winning or losing. Her favorite is Mario Kart, where she plays as Rosalina- tall girl solidarity, she likes playing Smash Brothers as Kirby because he’s cute, she doesn’t really get Minecraft and Splatoon makes her motion sick. Any other games Penny has are either single player or… way too violent for poor little Nemona. 

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Nemona and Arven, on the other hand, are quite the opposite. Arven can take Nemona’s intense energy a lot better than Penny, so she does NOT hold back. On the one hand, Arven’s grateful for this. He’s touched that Nemona feels safe to be herself around her, and he wouldn’t want to jeopardize that for the world. On the other hand, oh my god she’s so intense dude. Battle after battle, that fire deep within Nemona’s heart in full blaze can make anyone sweat. Of course, all of this has Nemona over the moon. Very thankfully, after about oh, five or six battles, Nemona’s usually down to take a sandwich break. This is a good chance for them to slow down and just spend a bit of time together, without a fifty-feet war-zone of Rock Slides and Thunders between them. Nemona has that Shaggy metabolism, I’m saying it here, that girl can EAT and still stay quite thin.

 Arven loves making his partners food, and puts a ton of thought and care into what he makes them- for Nemo, it’s usually something simple and healthy, well-balanced with lots of protein. A nice BLT with some homemade mayo, or an egg salad sandwich. However, they might not even be done making their sandwich before Nemona’s ready for seconds, but no worries, she can do it herself, she insists every time… and every time, Arven can hardly watch. Throwing together random ingredients with no regard for structure or… taste, stacked way too high on pieces of bread way too small, and she eats the monstrosity just as readily as the first, lovingly crafted sandwich. Nemona and Penny tell him he doesn’t have to bottle up his emotions around them. He chooses to bottle up the emotions this makes him feel. How a girl from such a rich and refined family can have such a… resilient palette is beyond them. Still, whatever makes her happy, makes them happy.

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alright bastards worst for last Arven and Penny, now that’s one hell of a combination. Things were not great at first, oh man. Their defenses of a nasty attitude and passive-aggressive teasing bounced right off Nemona, she got close to them by being completely immune to their toxins. Arven and Penny, however, felt like an old married couple staying together until the kids go off to college. That changed when one day, they got snippy with each other over god knows what. Arven got up to do some cooking, while Penny stayed on their bed to watch some anime on her phone. They didn’t talk, but merely co-existed. These same mundane thing they’d done a million times before were tinted with a loneliness so familiar they didn’t even recognize it was there anymore- until it wasn’t. They were trying so hard to “make it work” that they couldn’t realize they didn’t need to try at all. Slowly but surely, they came together more and more, not forcing themselves to partake in absolutely everything about the other. Arven didn’t really care for Penny’s weird anime about freaky angels and robots, Penny couldn’t stand the feeling of washing dirt off vegetables. And that was okay! Great, even! Not everything had to be a battle, and if they wanted to do their own thing, simply doing their own thing on opposite sides of the room was enough! 

Of course, they do have plenty in common. Penny was flabbergasted to find out Arven was actually pretty good at video games- “Penny, I’m also a loser with no friends, did you forget?” Some of her cooking anime actually quite intrigued Arven, and Penny’s knowledge of Pokemon husbandry came in quite handy in getting a hold of some of his rowdier Pokemon, like his Scovillain and… really just his Scovillain. i dont ljke her.  Penny found out she kinda really liked baking, being a lot less sensory and a lot more measurement and timing reliant than cooking- the sweets at the end weren’t a bad motivator either. She didn’t even hate going on hikes with Arven, as long as he carried her when she got tired, they got a lunch break at least an hour into the hike but preferably closer to 30 minutes, and they got the trail mix with the peanut butter chips. They can still find each other a bit tiring, Arven’s bottomless attitude and Penny’s razor tongue, but it’s worth it in the end, because deep down, they both really are two sweethearts under a thousand sour shells. 

Oh, and uh, Arven basically makes her anything she wants. Penny has a lot of foods and textures she avoids due to sensory issues pertaining to autism, so the same way Nemona tries to draw Penny out of her emotional shell, Arven tries to draw her out of her culinary shell. It’s a lot of trial and error, emphasis on the error, but Nemona has no issues with whatever leftovers may arise. As you might see from my art, I HC Penny as being a bit fat, because speaking totally neutrally here, it doesn’t make sense for her to be a thin anime moe twig with her lifestyle, like Mr. Poe K. Mon when I get my hands on you I swear to god- sorry. Anyways, Penny can be a bit self-conscious about her eating habits, but of all the things Arven will tease and poke fun at her for, food’s not one of them. Arven will never, never be the reason anyone goes hungry. If all Penny can get down is some reheated spaghetti or a simple PB&J, he has it ready without batting an eye. also Penny being open about being trans made Arven realize he’s genderfluid bite me

Okay and now rapid fire little headcanons:

-None of these idiots are good at kissing they’re all too proud/embarrassed to look up a guide on wikihow

-Nemona has simple pet names, big on “babe/baby.” Penny’s not too big on giving or receiving names, reminds her too much of her father’s nicknames, but Arven gets the “Arvee” a lot from both of them. I made the regrettable and sinful decision to make my Arven Kalosian, so Nemona is his “beautiful Aurorus” and Penny his “little Sylveon”

-Arven doesn’t use she/her pronouns too too often, but is okay with being called their girlfriend, especially if it’s funny. They’re willing to change gender for the bit.

-Penny isn’t a cuddler. Not adverse to it, but not crazy about it. She’s often on one side of the bed while the other two cling to each other like Komala with their logs.

-Arven’s blind in the eye they cover, and doing eyeliner with one eye is very hard. They can do it by themselves, but if Nemona or Penny are there that morning, by god they’re the ones who’re gonna do it.

If you’re still reading dont forget to like and follow ring that bell i post about these idiots and their other girlfriend I invented way too much

[nuctoria]

How would you describe each member of Luigi's harem?

I'm going to note down the members down first so I can follow it along, both good and bad guys will be here instead of just the evil trio and this is based on my opinions. Puppy crushes will be included. We got; Daisy, Peasley, Dreambert, Bowser, King Boo, Antasma, Dimentio (I'm holding back on adding the artefacts that possessed him and give them sentience but you can't tell me they aren't literally sniffing him out through the entire population and hunting him, the Dark Prognosticus did it best) Daisy: we know her, we love her. She is the first love since Luigi got to that world. She learned of Mario through Peach and liked him when he met him but was more attracted to Luigi when they met due to his soft, shy and kind-hearted nature, loving how cute he is but also the amount of surprises he holds. Like how he matches her competitive nature in sports and taught how much more fun it is to plant flowers. And she will never say no to his cooking, she nearly tried to hire him to her kingdom so she could eat and be together with him more but she'd never dare separate him from his brother. If Luigi feels too socially drained she'll either speak for him after he whispers or gives her looks she understands or kidnap him to his place for cuddles and rest.

Peasley: Adores Luigi with all his heart, he feels so lucky to have met him and is always excited when he visits his kingdom to see him. He will boast about him to his people and close connections, letting his name be more known as well as his own heroic deeds. When Luigi does visit, he often asked about any new adventures he's been on or his life in general, smitten by much Luigi appreciates the small things in life and how perceptive he is and it slowly rubs off on him. By now, he knows the most part of Luigi's routine and has things ready for him if he can which Luigi really loves. He loves how he doesn't hide his nervousness and marches on even though he's scared, true bravery in his opinion. Despite how cute he finds it, he still tries to build up Luigi's confidence and be less anxious, trying to slowly help him step out of his comfort zone once in awhile.

Dreambert: he really looks up to both brothers and admires their strength and resilience but he's gotten closer with Luigi due to his calm nature and his basically legendary dream powers that he's only ever read or heard of before. It's stressful and tiring trying to regain and rebuild his kingdom after all these years of being a stone and loosing the Dream Stone to a bunch of coins but Luigi's help and company really calms him down and sets him in a better mood about the whole thing. Exploring the Dream World with Luigi is always so amazing to him and a lovely break from real life problems. When not doing that, they cuddle or nap together in various places and let their dreams merge which helps with Luigi's insomnia. Speaking of which, he is determined to assist Luigi with it so he can sleep normally again after so long, which Eldream and Dr. Snoozemore have joined in as they are interested in how their remedies and techniques would work on the human.

Bowser: ngl, I'm very surprised at how many things I missed between these two but noticed them after the dang movie and this ship skyrocketed. He has proven his power to Bowser plenty of times from saving Mario, battling him in the Dream World, heck Luigi was even about him when he battled O'Chunks for the last time. He has a lot of respect for Luigi and would like to challenge him more to see just what else he's capable of on his own. He also loves how much he cares for his children and tries to spend time with them when he's around, making them treats and keeping them in line when they get too rowdy. Some of his troops also show their own respect to him and try to speak with him when they have free time. He's honestly much happier and more tame when around Luigi but don't feel too safe cause he's still the same Bowser all know and love or fear.

King Boo: I made a whole post of how they are bitter exes and I'm sticking to it. This dude is egotistical, deranged, a ticking time-bomb and he has it all out for Luigi to a more dangerous level each time he's defeated. Not even Bowser got this insane, his schemes are always crazy and over the top but not the way KB does it. After yet another rewatch of LM3 I kinda put myself in Luigi's shoes and was actually terrified for him. Now at the start, KB and Luigi had a good thing going, in all honesty, but the power lust got too much and showed thr signs of insanity more clearly. I think during their relationship, Luigi may still have been afraid of the boos but he warmed up to the kinder ones and brought tons of Boo Candy for them all, those boos now feeling sad that they have to let him be tortured this way from their king but can say nothing about it. Dude needs rehab. But try to catch me not liking this toxic yaoi, cause you won't, the one who does is probably my doppelganger or an identity thief.

Antasma: this is yet another person I've made a post about under your request and have added my own shippy headcanons on. Now, this guy is all about control and careful strategy as we've seen in the game, which got amplified after his betrayal with Bowser. However, now that both stones are gone he starts to gravitate towards Luigi's dream powers who are nearly that of the Dream Stone's and has even impressed the spirit of said stone. This leads to curiosity, wanting to learn more about the plumber himself which made lead to clues on how he even has these crazy powers. Then it turns into fascination and affection. I feel like Antasma is the easiest to rehabilitate, it just needs time and care, which Luigi is capable of. But it can result in a bit of an isolation on his part since Antasma most likely doesn't want most of his enemies surrounding him. While he may turn good, doesn't mean his scary side will change, it will just be used less and in different ways for each person. This can honestly end up being the second less toxic relationship Luigi can have with a villain.

Dimentio: do you guys have any idea what this twink has put me through? Idk what curse he placed on me but ever since I paid attention to him, I've seen far too many evil, murderous, gay jesters from literally every single fandom I know like some portal of hell opened up specifically for evil jesters to come out of. Like, holy shit. Anyways, this guy has a number of crimes under his belt and a special fascination towards Luigi, since unlike the other villains, he actually wants Luigi by his side not for revenge or to drain his power but for the individual himself. At first, he was just another tool to be used, another character to the story, but then he started seeing past that dull perspective of his and realized why both the Dark Prognosticus and the Chaos Heart chose him specifically. He has lived for endless years and his ambitions have made everyone around him dull and the same, but Luigi is an enigma to him, the first interesting person in years and it increased after the defeat. He tried to get close to Mr L who didn't seem interested but he still used his opportunity to at least learn the plumber's hidden side to use it against him. He believes it's not over for the two of them, his perfect world is still waiting to be created by him and dub him its ruler. And what's a king without his queen? I can honestly say that while Luigi may fear him, he's the only villain he actively hates with a passion and won't hesitate to get physical with.

No idea if this is what you wanted but this is what I can provide. This has my own opinions and headcanons on there so take it with a grain of salt. This was honestly fun cause I'm pretty opinionated and I love talking about these freely.

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

The Breakup

Ward glanced at Kirby who was pressed against him on the couch, the latest horror movie they'd been watching had only the credits rolling on the screen. He was debating bringing up everything that had been happening lately, neither of them had really seemed to even have been watching. "Hey, what happened after we told Reggie about Raz? You've been acting off since the lake and I don't know...I know it was a lot to tell him but you just look even more nervous lately...."

kirby was zoned out for most of the movie and was really just enjoying the warmth of the other at that point until the movie ended. “hm?” they hummed looking up at him and gave a small shrug. “oh..” they mumbled, “i um, kind of got into it with someone who i guess was friends with the guy i killed..” they finally admitted as the looked back down.

Ward brought his hand up, brushing it against the fading bruises on Kirby's neck. "This isn't a dig at you or anything, but Christ, what is even your luck," he mumbled softly. Sighing he brought his hand up to brush against their hair, "It was self defense, do we need to see Reggie again or is this guy gonna leave you alone?"

that got a little chuckle out of them. "fuckin, wish i knew." kirby shook their head a little bit, biting their lip as they thought about everything that was said to them. "i don't want to involve reggie again then he's just going to start thinking i'm the problem.." they admitted and adjusted the way they were sitting so they could look at him. "but.. i don't think he's going to leave me alone."

Ward frowned continuing to play with Kirby's hair as they talked. "Why would you be the problem, he knows what happened in that house wasn't your fault. Hell if this guy is friends with that guy he might be just as unstable." Saying it out loud and hearing what Kirby followed up with made him hesitate for the first time. "Between him and Raz...and you're not planning on leaving the Commune are you," he asked softly.

"i don't know," kirby shrugged, "because all i seem to do is attract trouble. between everything's that happened and how i didn't tell him until recently after it's already been a year i don't know if he'd even believe me." they chewed on their lip, really trying to think about their options at this point. "i've..." a short pause, "thought about it but i can't bring myself to do it."

"That's not all you do," Ward said shaking his head before rubbing his face with a sigh. "People get scared to talk to cops, but he seems like a good guy. For a cop at least," he was trying to joke to lighten the mood but wasn't sure where it landed. "It's ok, you've lived there a while...guess I just worry you being somewhere with Raz...but also keep hearing they can go out so maybe it is safer there." He wasn't sure how to feel about that, Harvey still in his mind.

kirby shrugged, "yeah i guess." they'd think about it at least but they had a feeling that might make things worse. "almost four years," they mumbled with a nod, ignoring the part about walking outside cause frankly they'd been dealing with so much lately they weren't even sure that was true. "it's also like.. even with raz i'm still surrounded by a lot of people they're not going to do anything there." they had to take a deep breath though before adding, "the guy... he um, he said he was going to go after people i love because i took away someone he loved."

"True safety in numbers" though Ward didn't sound fully convinced about that. That only felt worse as Kirby continued, his gaze dropping to his hands on his lap as he clenched his bad hand and unclenched it. One the one hand Andrew passing hadn't been something he actively wanted, on the other it meant Ava was relatively safe now. One less thing to worry about. If this guy was as unhinged as he seemed, if he had a weapon like Jae-Sung... "Kirby...," Ward swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, it been a while since he'd called than anything but babe, "What if he decides to go after Ava?"

kirby only nodded but everything felt like it froze when they heard their name. they couldn’t figure out why that stung a little bit. “he won’t,” they said quietly knowing they couldn’t promise that.

Ward was messing with his hands, "You don't know he won't. He already attacked you in broad daylight...I can't....I can't lose her too."

all kirby could do was stay silent. they didn’t know what to say at this point without feeling like they were going to make everything worse. they scooted a little away from him now and stared at their hands in their lap, blinking back a few tears that were threatening to form.

Ward didn't like where his own thoughts were going, "I don't...it's not your fault things are happening like this. But I....I don't know what to do that keeps us happy and her safe..."

that was exactly what kirby was afraid to hear and they couldn't even be mad about them because he was right and they didn't know either. "okay.." they said quietly and quickly wiped at their cheek, "i understand."

There was a part of Ward wishing he could be selfish enough to not care. But other than Oliver he was all Ava had left and she was the last thing of Sammie's he had. He hesitated before pulling Kirby against his side and pressing his lips to the side of their head. "If you don't want to I get it...but if you wanted to swing by the projectionists booth that still be ok....," he mumbled softly, "If things cool off later on...I...I do love you and I don't want you to get reckless just cause of this.."

kirby had to stop themselves from pulling away as ward pulled them into him because they didn't want the comfort at that moment, they just wanted to leave. "i don't... i don't think i can do that i'm sorry." they mumbled, voice cracking as the spoke. this hurt, it hurt a lot even if they understood. they couldn't even promise not to be reckless because of this because they knew themselves. "i think i should go."

Ward pulled back after a second shifting on the couch and swallowing hard again. "It's ok, I get it," and he did. This sucked in multiple ways. "I can go first,"he mumbled softly, "Give you a chance to call someone over or head back to the Commune." Standing up he fiddled with his hands again, "I'll…we'll see each other later. At some point," he said softly before starting to head out.

kirby didn't answer and just looked down at the floor in front of them, they didn't know who to call right now and frankly they just wanted to be alone so the guess this way was better. "okay." they said quietly, not able to look at him as he walked away.

[hotdogshipping-miwa-enthusiast]

So vanguard deluxe again is airing now and like I am having fun

Especially playing spot the Bandori girl.

And Taizo and Kyoma (they adopted Erika you cannot convince me otherwise)

But there is a part of me that is losing it.

I don’t want Vanguard D to be OG rebooted, we had that. And I know I said akinao is just straight Kaichi (it is, you cannot fight me on this. i love Akinao, but its Kaichi if Kai’s parents had lived like in IF), and that I could bring up how we went badk to the moon via shady red head (hello s4 Ren how are you today), but I won’t because that is low hanging fruit.

No what’s getting to me is that that is definitely Link Joker

LOOK AT IT ITS THEM. AND THAT IS SO CRUEL BECAUSE THEY AREN’T BRANDT GATE SO IT JUST HAS LJS DESIGN.

For those that are lost, which isn’t gonna be most of you, Link Joker is a clan that is a part of Star Gate, later named Brandt Gate in the D series (and what I call snowy germany because its not Brandt Gate without attempted German “mythischs fuckin mythischs” to misquote the german I force to watch card games with me).

And like I get it, new series new start. Fine rebrand nations. Redo and add mechanics, Yugioh is restarting too with rush duel. New generation, new game.

But like….can I please have Link Joker back…let me lock again plz….

IT DID SO MUCH TO GET ITSELF IN THE GAME GIVE IT A CHANCE. IT WAS THE VILLIAN FOR TWO SEASONS LET HER BE PLAYED DAMN IT.

I’m sorry I know new units and all but like, LJ deserves a spot especially when like with the erasure of clans it seems like certain parts of nations coughs paladins coughs take the spotlight.

(My friend explained before that alot of people might’ve gotten into vanguard thanks to Aichi is paladin is a safe sell but like half Akina’s deck is angels and it sucks that he doesn’t use angel feather AND HIKARI IS LITERALLY TIME BASED THATS DEFINITELY SUPPOSED TO BE A CHRONO BEAST BUT ITS NOT)

I know not having clans can make things less complicated and that is the current goal for card games, reset and streamline, but I just miss the clan system and its ability to let cards show off their abilities. Its great United Sanctuary has truly united but can’t the other nations keep to their clans. (I blame Aichi for this, he definitely led the paladins to take shadow in then started uniting cray by force, make Keter the villain)

(Also I realize as I write I could just be missing effects, but I think my main problem might be that everyone just looks like a paladin unit to me, yes Keter is a knight based empire design wise, but idk I feel like the last one to spice it up a bit in the anime was Youthberk and that is just because he decided not to clean his armor. We have a drop and damage zone, Akina has a unit that heals and has angel wings let him test out angel feather)

I’m having a good time with Divinez and I could be missing things because I am not an active player, I just miss clans and I can only stand so many paladin users (still love you Tohya). All this is simply to say CAN I PLEASE HAVE THE LOCK ABILITY BACK

Also please let Senka shine this season, she is lovely deserves the world, look at her. An absolute Queen

[the-wisteria-library]

Hello!

If it's not a problem, could you do Muzan Kibutsuji agere please?

Of course I can! ^^

Muzan Kibutsuji AgeRe Headcanons

Since we didn't specify if we wanted Little or Caregiver HCs, I'll do Flip HCs and we can just pick the ones we like ^^

—Muzan is a Flip with no lean!

—Muzan's regression age is 0-7, mostly on the younger side of that range!

—Because of his less than healthy childhood, Muzan is a surprisingly hyper kiddo, can you blame him though? He was bed-ridden half his life!

—Muzan likes playing outside, but he doesn't understand why he has to go inside during the day. Muzan will get pouty unless you bribe him with a sticker or extra candies.

— Muzan is ungodly secretive of his regression. How can be rule a species of bloodthirsty demons if they all know he still sleeps with a Teddy? Little does he know....they been knew.

— Muzan's primary caregiver(s) is Kokushibou and formerly Tamayo. On the rare occasions, Nakime will babysit.

— Naps are a must. Muzan really likes naps. Sometimes he nods off in the middle of his sentence. One minute you have a babbling toddler, the next? Snores. Kokushibou is honestly impressed at this point. Muzan's never met a nap he couldn't take.

— Definitely a weepy baby. Muzan cries. A lot. Sometimes just for the sake of crying. He doesn't get to show emotions when big, so everything just kinda tumbles out when little.

— Muzan loves listening to Nakime play her Biwa. Sometimes Nakime will be summoned just for a toddler to demand she play while he colors or takes a nap. She doesn't mind, she thinks it's cute.

— One time Muzan was small and ran into Kagaya, poor thing ran away and hid, only coming out when Kagaya promised it was safe. That was...an interesting thing to explain to the Hashiras.

— Following the last bullet, there's an unspoken rule that if someone is small or is caring for a little, doesn't matter who or what time, you don't attack. Both sides are very clear on this rule. Muzan has "dismissed" a handful of demons for attempting to attack littles. Many a demon slayer have been fired for attacking demons when small.

— Muzan's primary littles are basically every demon. He's technically the father of all demons, so why not become their caregiver?

— Muzan can, will, and has babysat demon slayers. Sometimes the job is scary and people slip okay? He's very soft and sweet with them, making sure the little is okay and walking them somewhere safe.

— Muzan likes littles but dislikes actual kids.

— Muzan always has stickers or candies or something small to give a little if they're scared.

— Muzan and Kagaya have monthly play dates and it's the most stressful thing for the Hashiras. Muzan and Kagaya are obvious, playing together while miss Amane rangles slayers to keep them from making this play date an impromptu hospital trip.

— Certain parts if the Infinity fortress are designated "baby zones". Muzan often checks in to make sure any kiddos in there are okay. It's quite cute finding "scary" demons happily playing with Teddie's and watching cartoons together.

[yesttoheaven]

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: Who we are and who we need to be to survive are different things, especially when we understand that taking risks to save the lives of those we love is not stupid. Much less a choice.

warnings: language, angst, past trauma, mentions/intentions (not representations) of abuse, lack of communication, mention of death, self-blame, anxious/intrusive thoughts

wc: 2.925

a/n: I just felt the need to write something for TLOU and here it is, I hope you like it! (this story was also posted by me in pt-br on wattpad)

[english is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors]

[no use of yn]

part l — overthinking

You hated this place.

The world itself was already hateful long before it succumbed to cordyceps, but after the outbreak, the problems multiplied day by day and there was nothing that could be done to change that. You missed normality. You would venture to say that you missed your parents' heated arguments and even your brother tormenting the hell out of you. However, a part of you was relieved that they didn't have to experience the chaos of this new world, but another part of you cursed yourself for simply continuing to breathe. A feeling of "it should have been me" gnawing at your insides with every memory. Everything could be different if all of you hadn't come across some infected on the way. You and your father were never close, but the way he stood up for you that night showed a different side of him. He tried. He fought to keep his family safe as long as he could, but then other infected appeared. One of them grabbed your mother, the screams made you freeze and when something slammed into your side, you figured it would meet the same end as hers, but it was just your brother pushing you out of the way, preventing you from be attacked.

"Are you deaf? I said run!"

Those were his last words, before that infected knocked him to the ground, biting your brother like he was a complete meal. Hours earlier the two of you were playing dominoes on the bedroom floor, laughter filling the room because he was such a bad thief and no matter how many times he said he didn't like you or that you were nothing but an irritant thing, his actions proved just the opposite.

Without your family, you've settled into a few QZ's spread across the country, meeting a few people here and there, but nothing too significant. There were also mean people in the Quarantine Zones, but it was outside those walls that you found the real monsters.

Humans.

Not infected. Quite ironic, isn't it?

In view of what happened, it seemed impossible to believe that there was anything worse than those who were unjustly punished by cordyceps, but of course, human beings can always find a way to make everything even better. People, your own kind, have made you fear for your life more times than you care to admit, and it was on one of those occasions that you met Joel Miller.

Like a deer caught in the headlights.

This is how you felt with the gun pointed at you, specifically at your head. One misstep, the smallest of movements, and this complete stranger had the power to blow your brains out. Not for a second did he falter, standing his ground just a few meters away while he checked his surroundings with trained eyes and ears. The sound of branches breaking under hurried footsteps captured both of your attention, but you were the only one to panic, completely forgetting the situation you were in. The click of the gun being unlocked came as a reminder, curses welling up in your mind for being so stupid.

— You better stay where you are. And keep your arms where I can see them. – He instructed, adjusting the gun in hand as he approached.

Just as you started to slowly raise your arms, the man looked you up and down, a crease deepening between his thick brows. What the hell were you doing barefoot in the middle of the woods, wearing nothing more than a thin white dress that fell just above your knees? Despite your disheveled appearance, your wide eyes conveyed a range of truth, genuine dread reflected in a silent cry for help. You looked like a cornered, helpless animal, but he knew better. How many ambushes had Joel witnessed in the past 18 years? Even children were used to sensitize unsuspecting idiots, so it was not surprising that this time a beautiful woman was taking that spot. He was ready to ask when your friends would show up, but before any words could come out, a tall, slender-bodied man emerged from among the trees, automatically making himself the target of the pistol, but that didn't bring you any sign of relief. Quite the contrary, it triggered fear in you.

— Ah, here you are! – Simon's voice, or at least that was the name he had given it when you first met, made your stomach lurch. The friendly smile plastered on his face fell a few tenths as soon as his eyes found the stout figure behind you and any suspicion that they knew each other was previously dismissed. — Come on, man, put that gun down. Can't you see you're scaring my wife?

Splitting his focus between you and the man who had just arrived, Joel sneered, his chest vibrating with bitter laughter, before he practically spit out the next words:

— I'm the one with a fucking gun pointed to your head and yet your wife is crawling towards me. Are you sure I'm the one scaring her?

Fuck. That was the confirmation you needed to run to him, assuming rather prematurely that he was remotely trustworthy.

— Ungrateful bitch. – Simon hissed under his breath, but loud enough not to go unnoticed. Since the man with the thick southern accent wasn't buying his move, he opted to discard the calm posture, that same posture you let yourself be fooled into and now you can only pray you're not making the same mistake when the guy in the plaid flannel steps in front of you. — Why don't you move out of the way and let me take the girl? You don't want to get caught in the middle of this situation, trust me.

In fact, Joel didn't want to.

All he wanted was to get back to QZ in Boston as soon as possible and fill Tess in on the new deal he had closed, but like the good old underdog, of course he had to be caught in the middle of some shitty conflict and something told him this wasn't going to end well. At least, not when you stepped out from behind him, mustering up the threads of courage to handle the situation on your own.

— I appreciate you helping me, Simon, but... – Your voice got stuck in your throat. It was repulsive to be in that position and still have to thank, but what choice did you have? The one man with a gun wasn't giving any positive signals, you started to assume they would soon come to terms. Men tend to protect themselves, right? That's how it works. Letting out a shaky breath, you continued: — I already put on the fucking dress! See! What else do you expect from me?!

— Come on honey, I fed you! I gave you a roof over your head and a comfortable bed to sleep in, I think you should return the favor, don't you?

You were exhausted and hungry when you found him. He had been kind, stating that he had a small group nearby, they were hunting to bring food to his community, so with a last thread of hope, you just followed him. The consequence came later, when you found out that the 4 men were nothing more than hunters living isolated in an old cabin in the mountains. When Simon showed up with his supposedly dead wife's dress, the disgusting stares that fell on you made your body shudder, but you agreed, thinking it would buy you some time, and that's how you managed to escape through the window. At that moment, Simon barely bothered to reach for his gun before he bolted after you, alerting the others that the bitch was getting away.

— You are a grown-up girl already, you know what you need to do if you want to survive in this world. Just come back with me and I guarantee we'll get along great... – He insisted, as if what he offered was an oasis, your only and best option. Under the circumstances, you were more than willing to work for a plate of food and a warm bed, but what he was proposing… no. Not that. — Your new friend can come too, I'm sure he would enjoy the show. After all, who wouldn't want to get their hands on a little thing like you? This world has taken so much from us, nothing fairer than...

Simon's self-inflicted rant soon turned into an agonized scream as a bullet lodged in his left knee. The noise of the gunshot clouded your senses as you startled gaze drifted over the man now lying on the forest floor. He kept his hands on the wound, pressing, as he writhed in pain, and despite the overwhelming relief you felt at seeing him in this state, a part of you knew that all this commotion would just alert the other 3 hunters and a few infected would follow suit.

— He isn't alone... The others are coming.

Ignoring Simon's protests, you took a deep breath and looked around for the shooter, only to realize that he was already looking at you as he demanded:

— How many?

— Three.

— Guns?

— Probably. One of them has a crossbow.

He nodded and despite his tense jaw, his calmness confused you. Facing them wasn't the wisest thing to do, but from the man's posture, he seemed very inclined to do so. With his head down, you assumed he was focusing on the gun, perhaps calculating how many bullets were left, but that's when you noticed his eyes fixed on his wrist, debating silently with the old clock that resided there, before he uttered with some reluctance:

— There's a car on that side of the woods. – He pointed to the spot. — I don't care what kind of shit you're in, I just want you to go over there and wait for me. Do you understand?

You blinked a few times, stunned by the idea that he had agreed to help you, but it didn't take long for Simon's laughter to fill the silence, followed by acid words, but which, undeniably, filled you with concern. If you went to the car and waited for it, what would happen next? After all, this complete stranger was getting involved in your shit, he would want you to return the favor, right? Would he want to get his hands on a little thing like you too?

Noticing your mind wandering away, he felt the need to verbalize:

— I won't hurt you. – His voice was filled with an assurance you haven't been able to find in anyone for a long time and when new footsteps became audible you used it to run in the direction he had indicated.

Through the trees, you missed the way the man walked slowly towards Simon, who proceeded to crawl under the forest floor, his curses turning to desperate pleas, before a bullet hit his head.

One less.

A ghost of a smile crossed Joel's lips at the thought and he looked for a strategic spot to hide and wait for the others, ready to make sure these motherfuckers never come near you or any other girl ever again.

He didn't know you, but he saved your life that day and even though the existence of a debt seemed alarming, Joel never pressed, never wanted you to return the favor. At that time, after having confided that you were alone, he took you to Boston, believing that it would be better than leaving you wandering aimlessly across the country. Once inside those walls, the two of you would get on with your lives, but it was almost as if fate had other plans. The place was broke shit not unlike any other QZ's you've been to, so speaking to the right people here and there, your path crossed with Theresa Servopoulos and so you found out what Joel did to guarantee a minimally decent stay in that corrupt end of the world. When you expressed your willingness to join them in smuggling, Tess's reaction couldn't have been any different. Her skepticism got the better of her as she surveyed your figure devoid of any threat. You wouldn't put fear into an ant even if you tried, however, some effort combined with your determination could be helpful. It would be nice to have a young face in the business, for so long it had just been her and Joel, but a third wheel was more than welcome at times when things got out of hand – and that happened more often than she liked to admit. It all started with an agreement that would benefit all three parties – Joel, of course, was still against it – but it didn't take long for you to find in the tough-looking woman, a friend for all hours.

Any nostalgic, momentary happiness died from your features as you remembered what happened to her. Or anyone else who crossed your path. At some point, everyone just ended up dead. It was like that with Tess. With Bill and Frank, and most recently, Sam and Henry. That morning still haunts your sleep, but instead of Henry pulling the trigger, it's your bullet that pierces Sam's head. Your mind was playing games with you because of what you would have done. The instant Ellie hit the ground, your hand slipped to the gun strapped to your leg, not really thinking about what came next until Henry demanded that you step back and drop the gun.

"He's my brother!"

Without even hesitating, you were more than willing to kill a child. An 8 year old child. But that was the right thing to do, wasn't it? You could never forgive yourself if Ellie got hurt, but in the first place, could you forgive yourself for hurting Sam? When the shot rang out, you snapped out of your stupor and your eyes met hers, the way she shared her gaze between you and the gun in your hand is still fresh in your memory.

She thought you were the one who pulled the trigger?

Was that disappointment in her eyes?

Fuck! Just a few months ago you didn't even know each other, but now her opinion seems to matter so much. Why?

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Scrambling along beside Joel through the thick snow, Ellie cast one last look back, watching you with nothing but concern, before turning back to the man.

— She look like shit...

Joel didn't know how to respond, seeing as he had noticed the subtle change in your behavior, promising himself that even though he wasn't very good with words, he would talk to you about it, but his attempts were easily thwarted by you, who seemed to close yourself off around these problems, not letting Joel in. And what was seen as a "subtle change" soon turned into a giant snowball. The past three months had been no less intense, so he had a clear sense of what was plaguing your thoughts, however, discussing that with Ellie was out of the question.

— Why don't you read her some of your bad puns? – He suggested, arranging the rifle on his shoulder and in the same instant the girl's face lit up, shooting towards you.

At the sound of hurried footsteps, your body went into alert, but as soon as your eyes left the icy waters of The River of Death and found Ellie, your worry dissipated a little.

— Did something happen? – You couldn't help but ask, earning a quick nod and a playful smile.

— I got tired of tormenting the old man over there, so all I have left is you. – She laughed, cheeks flushed from the bitter cold only making her cuter. — And I brought this. – Ellie took her little book of puns out of her coat pocket, looking at you expectantly before flipping through the pages. — Alright, here goes... Why was Dumbo sad?

Without having the luxury of waiting for you to hazard a guess, she snapped:

— He felt irrelephant.

— Irrelephant, really? Jesus, Ellie! – This made the young girl burst into more giggles, as you tipped your head back, staring up at the blue sky to hide the big smile forming on your lips, but of course she saw it, feeling proud of her achievement.

— What do you call an alligator in a vest?

— An investigator! – You were quick with that one, earning an almost shocked expression from Ellie, who fluttered around you, kicking up some snow.

The mingling laughter fell under Joel's good ear and on another occasion he would have complained about the noise, but now, he can't help but look at you and Ellie with soft eyes, a far cry from those tired dark orbs.

— All right, smartass, let's see if you get this one right... – Ellie murmured, flipping determinedly through the book's worn pages, and as you waited for the perfect pun, you found yourself staring at the brooding man in the distance, noticing that he had stopped walking to wait for the two of you. — A-ha! Why shouldn't you argue with a dinosaur?

Your brows furrowed profusely at this one.

— Because they are... huge? – You offered with a wan smile and the girl just slammed the book against her face, huffing in sheer displeasure, when suddenly a group on horseback appeared at the top of the hill.

Your first reaction was to grab Ellie and run to meet Joel, who promptly put himself in front of you two, since there was nowhere to run or hide.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed it, feedback is always welcome!

[enkisstories]

Out of the rain (pt. 1 of 3)

♪ Yesterday, and days before Sun is cold and rain is hard I know Been that way for all my time ♪

It had been raining the day the planet Arkanis got liberated by the New Republic. But then again, it was always raining on Arkanis, and Arkanis was the only world the little boy knew, so for all practical purposes it was always raining everywhere.

Although living in the Imperial Officers' Academy, the boy was not a cadet. Nor was he part of the staff. In fact, the boy was nothing, and would remain a burden for at least three more years, before he could perform some simple tasks to earn his keep.

Not that he'd spent much time dwelling on his future. There was always yet another floor or stairwell to explore, and in those hours when he got stuffed into a corner as to not get into too many people’s way, the boy overlayed reality with worlds of his own. The drama going on in those worlds was epic, but the boy had already learned not to draw attention, so most of the dialogue he came up with was silent. As a result he was competent at building sentences, but less so at actually speaking the words they were made of.

Armitage (in his head): "Don't wanna talk, ey? Let's see how you like GETTING WET!"

...

Armitage (in his head): "I mean it, rebel-scum! You're getting a shower now! But first I must don my ha... my helmet."

The doors open automatically on the approach of a droid or living being with an academy tag implanted. 

The tag allows the three year old to exist somewhat independently from a very young mother, who has already put the episode that led to his creation behind her and started over, and a father whose best trait is to be absent most of the time. The boy is now getting raised by nobody and everybody at the same time, what has put the cadets under the impression that this rugrat is an orphan given over to the academy as a servant.

No, the giant gate doesn’t pose a problem. But the outside world is dangerous. You never know what you might encounter!

In a quick change of Armitage's make believe scenario, the doll he is carrying isn't a prisoner to get interrogated anymore, but a comrade in arms. Armitage tosses it on the ground and yells "Run!". Maybe the grunt will reach a safe zone, but for the commander things are looking bleak now.

Brendol: "You don't TOSS stuff you need to get rid of quickly, you DROP it. I know I told you before!"

It’s true, the boy can feel it from the way his father has said it. But how is one to remember things or pay attention, when there’s the constant pitter-patter and the flash-flash and the rumble-rumble? There are too many sounds; even after it has stopped raining, the water will go drip-drip-drip from the roof for hours.

Armitage: "Higha!"

Brendol: "Well, at least you're not a chicken."

Brendol: "What's with that silly hat, though?"

Armitage: "For da rain! Against da rain."

Brendol: "No, that's not going to fly. That's a crutch for the weak."

Armitage: "I'm weak. But clever! I know things. Like: Hat wins, rain loses."

Brendol: "And I say the hat has to go!"

Armitage: "WAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Armitage doesn't have many memories of his father smiling and those few don't have Brendol smiling at him. Except for the memory created in this very moment. The smug smile so terribly high above his eyes, while the blood shot  into his head and the world kept shaking, will never leave him.

Brendol hasn't even touched the hat, that he despises for both its function and its flower motive. A good shake suffices to make it slide off the boy's head and get stomped on.

Brendol: "Thank me later."

Brendol: "Aw, what a face. Listen, boy, you're NOT weak. Just young."

The lie hasn't become any truer from repetition. Brendol's little son is a magnet for diseases of all kind. In fact, leaving the kid on a newly discovered planet would be a good way to learn what germs and pathogens were to be expected on that world. Armitage would smile and they'd rush in for the feast.

Brendol: "Nothing wrong with you that catching a cold or two couldn't cure."

And if not... if the disease proved stronger, then better early than after already having shoved food into the frail one for years. But that won't happen. Not to HIM, to Brendol Hux. He didn't sire an inferior spawn and that youngling better remembered that!

Brendol: "Besides, you won't need the hat where we're going. There won't be this constant rain."

Armitage: "NO rain? No RAIN! Let's go NOW!"

Brendol: "We'll go by spaceship and we have to hurry, because our enemies will have caught up with us any minute. In fact, the first shells will drop before we've reached the evacuation zone, so you must..."

Armitage: "Fly, fly, fly NOW!"

Fly above the clouds. There is no rain above the clouds. It only ever pours down, never up. The higher up one is, the safer.

Brendol: He doesn't even listen...

The planet Jakku - temporary haven for the imperial remnant.

A couple of weeks later.

Armitage: I mean, he wasn't lying. It doesn't rain here.

Armitage: "I HATE YOU!!!"

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Note: Toddler!Hux is the aged down sim I'm currently using. I hadn't expected his eyes to turn out so large. Brendol is played by the Hux-sim I used in the previous save.