#let's exist today.. we can make it better together okay?

[revelboo]

My Rodimus figure broke :( maybe something with Rodimus accidentally hurting himself doing something dumb and we comfort him?

Attractive Today Pt 3

MTMTE Rodimus x Reader

• Servos curling under into fists, he has to remind himself to keep smiling. Keep playing the clueless goof, because he can feel his spark crackling with his outlier ability and knows that if he lets that anger take over, he might not be able to stop. Might hurt someone. Again. Putting some space between himself and Brainstorm so he won’t be as tempted since the scientist isn’t all that concerned about the chaos he’s caused or the suffering. Some of the bots on board had never dealt with humans before Rung’s had blipped into existence on his desk amid the parts for the model so he was assembling. And it’s easy to not care, when it’s just a nameless little organic.

• Walking from one end of the desk you’re trapped on, you turn and make another circuit. Finally beginning to calm after Rodimus had explained that no, his kind, Cybertronians, don’t eat humans. He could have been lying, but he’d honestly looked so distraught about it that you believe him that the one eyed, robotic death chicken had lied to you. Your new roommate hasn’t had any explanation for how you’d gotten stuck on their ship, though. But he’d said he’d try to figure it out and despite yourself, you want to trust him. Lost in space and far from home, just gone without a trace. His quarters have a large window that you’re trying your hardest to not look at, because that vast emptiness just cracks your fear wide open. The night sky at home had never bothered you one bit, but knowing there’s nothing beyond the walls of the ship? It makes you want to scream.

• Returning to his quarters without any real solutions or answers, his servos flex. As much as he hated it, he’d sided with Magnus and Megs that they continue on rather than trying to backtrack and find the humans to return them home. He’s not sure how to tell the little human waiting in his quarters for him that you’re not going home. At least not for a long time. You’re still where he left you when he opens the door, little head turning his way. And that guilt and anger kindles about his spark, until he’s frozen in place. Because not now. Those expectant eyes are staring at him and he wonders how many of Brainstorm’s accidents hadn’t been so lucky. How many hadn’t survived.

• Big, red, and pointy isn’t moving, just standing there in the doorway before one of his hands reaches and his servos slam against the wall, head lowering. Moving closer, you watch him begin to shiver, servos flexing and almost clawing the wall. “Hey? You okay?” You call out, because if you didn’t know better, it looks like the big, alien robot is having some kind of nervous breakdown. Bright blue optics find you and there is something like panic on his too human face. You know that feeling, know what it’s like to drown in your own head as your breath catches.

• Don’t do it. Keep it together. It’s a losing battle as that anger churns and feeds the fear of what he’s capable of if he doesn’t get it together. Can feel his temperature starting to climb, feels his plating crackling with the threat of flames. Needs to go, find somewhere with no one around, no one to hurt. Then he realizes you’re talking to him. Telling him about your family and your dog, and it’s so random it snags at him. Gives him something to focus on, just the sound of your voice softly talking to him. Talking him through the danger you aren’t even aware you’re in. Leaning on the wall, he stares at you, meets your eyes. Wants to come closer and pick you up, because you’re saving him without even knowing it, but can’t move yet. Can’t risk it.

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Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 0

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there. Some dialogue's taken directly from the English version's prologue.

This world, it’s full of despair.

It comes in different forms, both big and small.

Even so, it wears down on the mind all the same, and can even take lives.

(I’ve been searching for a way to fight against it)

--

Ellis: Thanks for queueing with me, Roger.

This morning, Ellis had asked me out of the blue to go with with him to a cafe that looked like something out of a picture book as a “favor”.

In a space that was full of women, Ellis and I drew curious glances.

Roger: So, what the hell is that “thing” making people queue up so early in the morning?

The cafe recently went through some renovations and the first 30 customers would get some kind of gift.

Ellis: A tin of biscuits. It’s something Harry wanted but since he’s on a mission, I came in his place.

Roger: Haha, so that’s it. Then I’ll give him my share too ‘cause having two will make him “happier” than having one.

The man sitting in front of me’s been busy making people happy today.

Ellis: By the way, I had some business at the pub yesterday and a woman asked me where Roger was. I gave her some excuse because I know you don’t like dealing with that kind of trouble.

I’m someone that doesn’t believe in romantic love.

It’s something that’s not scientifically proven. If “romantic love” does exist in this world, then…

(It’s a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire)

Seems like Ellis knew me well.

Roger: You’re too good for Jude, you know. I’ll buy you drinks as thanks.

Ellis: Yippee. Ah, I think I’ll get something for Jude. I’m going to take a look around, okay?

Roger: Do what you want. Pick what would make Jude “happy”. 

As I watched Ellis make his way into the store with nimble steps—

(...Hm?)

I heard a voice cutting into this peaceful morning coming from the flower shop across the street

Flower shop owner: The delivery was delayed due to construction? Ha, how typical for a female postal workers.

I couldn’t see the face of the postwoman that was getting yelled at from here.

However, with my ears that let me pick up sounds 100 yards away, I could hear her heartbeat.

It was unsteady, probably because she was scared.

(“How typical for a female.” …What a bastard)

(If it escalates, I’ll step in—)

In the moment, her dignified voice rang out.

Kate: My sincerest apologies! I will be more careful in the future. For now, will you please accept this?

The man who was yelling is taken aback, likely feeling guilty after her apology.

Flower shop owner: Y-yeah… As long as you understand. Just be careful from now on.

I heard her let out a deep breath.

(So that postwoman’s someone that tries to be strong… Not bad)

Ellis: I’m back, Roger….Is something wrong?

Roger: No? Wow, you bought a lot?

Ellis: I wanted to get something for everyone. I’ll ask Victor to make tea and we can all have them together. Oh yeah, speaking of Victor…He said he has a mission for all of Crown.

Roger: Oh? Having us all together’s pretty rare. Could be an annoying one so let’s try not to get hurt.

--

Having said that, it ended without a single injury or incident.

—At least it was supposed to until an uninvited guest wandered in.

The woman standing there covered in blood, looking pale, was neither cursed nor a target. Just unlucky.

Jude: Tch…That’s why I toldja to lock the damn door!

Roger: Haha, well I didn’t think we’d have a trespasser! She’s a naughty lil’ thing, isn’t she?

My ears picked up an irregular heartbeat.

(...This sound. …No way)

—But that hunch soon came true.

The lil’ lady called Kate who stumbled upon Crown was presented to the palace’s grim reaper like a main dish.

(Now that she knows some classified info, she can’t leave without consequences)

(Worst case scenario, what waits for her is—)

Then, the lil’ lady in her hopeless situation spoke up with a dignified voice.

Kate: I swear I’ll never tell anyone about anything I just heard!

Victor: Hmm…Hm? What’s this?

Kate: I swear to protect your secret. I-I’m a letter carrier, and we’ve been trained to…maintain strict confidentiality!

Victor and William: …

Kate: If you think you can’t trust me, then go ahead and keep me under watch until you believe you can! I promise I’ll prove it.

A brave and logical proposal.

However, despite her demeanor, her heartbeat continued pounding in my ears.

The sound that didn’t match the attitude—it had me convinced.

(Ah…so she’s the postwoman from that time)

Her loud heartbeat gave away her true feelings.

(“Please don’t kill me”)

Among the anxiety was the strong desire to live and fight against despair.

(...Nice. This lil’ lady could be interesting)

I didn’t feel any sort of love or affection, but I felt this strange exhilaration in my heart.

So I thought—It'd be a shame to kill her.

(Come to think of it, at that time…)

I did “hear” her footsteps and heartbeat when she wandered in.

I could’ve made her avoid Crown.

(But I didn’t)

(Deep down, I was waiting for “something”...which is probably why I invited this heartbeat in)

I could imagine how angry this lil’ lady would be if she knew…

Victor: Well, well, what a good idea! I think we can actually make use of you. Accepted!

Kate: …Really?

Victor: Let’s see…All right, from today forward, you shall be Crown’s own personal…Fairytale Keeper!

Under the command of Victor, the Queen’s aide who controls Crown, enigmatic position of “Fairytale Keeper” was filled by Kate, saving her life.

Roger: Let’s try to get along this month, yeah?

Kate: Of course, Roger.

--

Ellis: Hey, Roger. Earlier, why did you look like you were having fun?

Roger: Earlier?

Ellis: When we were discussing whether or not to kill Kate.

(...This guy can really read people)

Roger: Well…I guess it’s ‘cause it’s been a while since I saw something interesting.

Ellis: Hehe, I see. Then… Would Kate being here overthrow your theory…and make you happier?

Basically he was asking if I’d fall in love with Kate and be happy.

Roger: Ellis, you’re aware of my curse…right?

Ellis: The double-crossing hunter from Snow White.

Roger: Right…The queen had ordered the hunter to bring her the heart of the detestable Snow White. But the hunter betrayed the queen by letting the girl go in the forest and instead, brought the queen a heart of an animal. After that, Snow White met a prince after her life was saved…And now here’s a question. Why do you think Snow White chose the prince instead of the hunter who saved her life?

Ellis: Huh?...I don’t know.

Roger: Because that’s just how it’s supposed to be. Because there’s supposed to be a happy ending.

Not to mention the fact that this is reality, not a fairy tale.

A man who doesn’t believe in love and a little robin who’ll leave after the month’s up—the relationship won’t develop into love or affection.

(...That’s what I think)

(But then why does my heart beat weirdly when I look at the lil’ lady?)

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What Was I Made For?

05: The Loneliest

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Charles POV, jaeloussy, Melanie (you'll see), maybehelovesherbutheissoidiottoadmititsohepreferstoactlikehehatesher.

a/n: Hiiii!!! I hope everyone is okay and excited because today is race day!! And Lando is onpole yayyyy. Also, I hope everyone has a great start of summer :3

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The first time the Morelli family met my family was during a trip we made to Greece during summer. Our families sat close to each other during the meals in the restaurant and our parents talked with each other, making us, the kids, hang out together.

The first time I saw Dafne Morelli, she was wearing a pink summer dress with little flowers in it, with her long chocolate hair tied in two pigtails, and her tiny hand wrapped around a plushie of a cat.

At first, we were friends, as friends as you can be with someone you just met. Her sisters and my brothers were the same age, the two of us were middle kids, and somehow we understood each other. 

The first time she said she hated me was a day I was feeling completely sick, wasted. That day I woke up with a stomach ache and I tried to hide it, not wanting to worry my parents, and somehow not wanting to miss the fun of the day.

Our families went together to a beach near the hotel, planning on spending the entire day there, having lunch in a restaurant that is on the first row in front of the beach. I tried my best to seat something, but that made it worse and the nausea kept growing, making me feel anxious.

“Charlie, are you okay?” Dafne was the first one to notice that something bad was happening to me, looking at me worried.

“Yeah, don't worry” 

I barely went to the water that day, staying in the towel, sitting there alone. Until Dafne came to sit next to me.

“Are you sure you are okay?” 

I nodded, looking away and making her sigh. But she stayed there with me. For a moment I thought I was feeling better, so I got up and looked at her, reaching for her hand.

“Let's walk to those rocks, I saw a cat over there” 

She got up with a jump and grabbed my hand, walking with me and searching with her blue eyes for a cat.  And when we found it, she smiled wide. She clapped her tiny hands softly, looking at the calico cat.

“It's so cute!” she gasped, pointing her finger to the animal. “Did you know that in Japan they think that a calico cat means luck?”

“Oh really?” I smiled looking at her. 

“Yes! They think that they scare the ghosts, that's why the men that work on the ships brought them with them. To scare the ghosts” she nodded.

“How do you know that?”

“I'm a cat lover”

I laughed and she looked at me, then at the cat. 

But what happened next was what started it all.

She held my cheeks with her hands and pressed her lips on mine quickly, making me flinch and keep my eyes closed. That was my first kiss.

Maybe it was the nerves because of it, or the fact that I ate when my stomach refused to be nice, or maybe it was the smell of the sea. 

But the moment she took a step back, looking at me with a wide smile, I threw up right in front of her, coughing and gasping.

I heard her gasp and fall back, making her hurt her hands and cry. I gasped once I felt my stomach empty, looking at her, watching how her hands had blood and tiny rocks in it and her eyes full of tears.

“I hate you, Charles Leclerc!” she cried, trying to get up and running away from me. She never called me by my full name.

Dafne Morelli. My first kiss. And the one that hates me the most.

When I started karting, my family invited her family to join us. 

Dafne never talked to me again, and somehow I felt bad because of it. It was like I didn't exist after that incident on the Greek beach. Even if I tried to explain myself, she always walked away, hugging her cat plushie.

I got confused because of that. At first I thought it was because she felt embarrassed, because I threw up just the moment after she kissed me. During all that week when our families were together for the first time, Dafne and I were stuck to each other, playing together and taking naps in the same bed.

At first I thought it was because she discovered the boys were disgusting. But then I saw her with Jules, smiling and talking with him, blushing. 

And somehow, that feeling I never knew I could feel, grew wild. Jealousy. I was jealous. But of what? Of who?

I saw her talking with other boys, smiling and laughing. And when she was near me, everything I received was a glacial gaze, with her blue eyes freezing me even on the hottest day of July.

But what I hated the most is that she started karting too. That Jules was helping her too. That sometimes she was better than me. That, no matter what, she always had her chin up and a proud smile, even if she lost a race or her engine stopped working. 

I started to hate her confidence. How people helped her. How, after she took me out of a race and I was practically sent to the mud, everyone ran to her to check if she was alright.

“Why do you hate her?” Jules asked me after I recognized, for the first time, that I hated her. “She's not bad”

“She is” I groaned. “She makes mistakes and people still congratulate her. It's because she's a girl? I'm doing better than her and no one comes to celebrate my podium like how they go to celebrate her points”

“You are jealous” he sighed. “You have to understand that girls do not always succeed in this sport. People cheer for her because she's brave and she tries. Why do you keep making it harder for her?”

Jules always knew that my career was going to be brilliant. He helped me be on the teams I liked, talked about me to the team principals. And he did the same with Dafne.

And I should feel proud that a woman I know was becoming famous, getting the credits for everything she did. 

But why couldn't I? Why did I always have to keep fighting her, teasing her? Why did I have that need of challenging her to see where her limit was? 

At some point, I forgot why I hated her. Was it because I was jealous? Or maybe because I

was afraid of who she would become if no one stops her? Maybe because people like her more. 

The morning I woke up next to her I felt somehow familiar.

That scent, one that never changed, was next to me again, making me dream with my childhood and those beaches with crystal clear water. It was warm and soft, making me remember that little girl that always asked me to take naps with her.

But when I noticed it was her, I immediately knew that it was a mistake.

Her loud voice made my ears ring, starting a headache I would have for the rest of the day.

When she made me look around the room I understood it. I slept with her.  And our naked bodies and the clothes spread over the floor said that it wasn't only that.

The anger she held in her eyes was something I never saw and it made my heart squeeze tightly, making me swallow thickly and take a step back.

But then, again, words started to blurb without control out of my mouth, making me dissociate from my own body and not understand what was happening. Why am I insulting her? Why is she screaming? Why am I provoking her? Why… Why did she say she slept with Mick? Why, why, why?

The moment her heel hit my chest and threatened me I knew I had to leave before things started to get worse.

This time I fucked up. Big time. 

Jules would be so disappointed with me. So, so, so disappointed. And disgusted.

When I closed the door behind me I gasped, turning around and just facing the door of my own room. 

I thought it was my room. I had sex with Dafne thinking it was Melanie. 

I clench my jaw and search for the key to my room, opening it carefully. But then I found something that, somehow, I knew it could happen.

Melanie with a random guy on my bed. Of course.

“Get out” I said, standing in front of the bed and looking at them. “The two of you. Now!”

They woke up and gasped, hiding their bodies with the blanket. I scoffed, shaking my head and grabbing clean clothes, searching for my phone.

Fuck, where did I leave it? I couldn't find it last night. Where is it? Maybe in the club of the hotel.

“You better be out of this room once I come back” I told Melanie and the other guy. “And whatever that you thought that was going on between us, is done”

I groan and get dressed in the bathroom, not looking at them before walking out of the room.

My mind was spiraling, getting flashbacks from last night. The words I said about Dafne. How angry she was. How did I get to this point? Why? Why can't I stop?

When I went to the club and asked if they found a phone, I knew someone stole it when the guard said there wasn't a phone on lost objects. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned, walking away and going back to the room. Thankfully, Melanie and that guy were no longer there.

I sat on the bed and sighed, looking around. Where is my phone, God damn it. 

After searching all over the room, and not finding it, I gave up and packed all my stuff to leave the room and go home. I'll have to give up the private jet and go home by car, using the GPS of the car and probably listening to the radio.

I walked out of the room with my backpack and suitcase, going to the hall and looking around to see if I could find my family. But they probably left already. Great.

I sighed, going to my car and placing my things there, starting the engine and driving out of the city, driving through the road on my way home.

Nearly four hours of silence, only with the occasional voice of the GPS. I hated it, but I started to think about everything that happened.

Did I really say that Dafne sucked dicks to get on her seat? That she doesn't deserve to be in Formula 1? Who was saying that? Me? 

Twenty years of knowing each other and I still can't understand why I hate her and why she hates me. And it feels that the only thing we know to do when we are around each other is to fight. Why can't we stop? It's so exhausting fighting with her. Why can't I go back in time and tell that little girl that I was feeling sick, that I needed to throw up and stay in bed? 

The moment I opened the door of my apartment I felt my body heavier than ever. I was exhausted, my head was going to explode and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep until tomorrow. 

But I knew I had to do things. I had to go to the bank to cancel my account, just in case whoever stole my phone decided to give themselves a feast and use the card of the phone to buy things. I had to go to the phone company to cancel my card and ask them to give me a new one. I had to use my laptop to close all the social media on my phone.

It felt like I was isolated. Things were happening without me knowing it. People were saying things without me knowing it.

I spent most of the day out, taking care of things and even buying a new phone, assuming I wasn't going to see my old phone anymore.

At first I didn't notice it, but everyone I found in the street or people from the stores were staring at me. Not in a good way, that's what I noticed after the fourth store I walked in. The smiles and welcomes were inexistent. No one walked towards me to take pictures with me. 

When I went back to my apartment, there was another pair of shoes at the front door.

Melanie.

“What are you doing here” I frowned, leaving the bags on the table. “I think I left it clear that I was done with you”

“You actually don't hate her, do you?”

I frown looking at her, clenching my jaw. What is she talking about?

“It’s only a facade” she said. “Come on, it makes sense! And it's perfect for marketing. What was the fandom calling it… Oh, right! Enemies to lovers”

“What are you talking about, Melanie” I frowned.

“You know, at first I was curious when I found out about you” she nodded. “When we matched on Raya I searched for you on Instagram. And there was something that caught my attention. You like brunettes. But not only that. Brunettes with blue eyes”

I clench my jaw, listening to her. There's no way she's saying what I think she will say.

“And then I saw her” she laughed. “Your so-called enemy, Dafne Morelli. How curious, huh? Brunette and blue eyes. You clearly have a type. And that made me think… You dated girls that look like her because you can't have her? That's so ridiculous, you know?”

“Who I date is none of your business” I frowned, trying to defend myself.

“Don't worry” she laughed. “In fact, I helped you to make it more obvious that you hate her. Just so no one will suspect about you being in love with your teammate”

“You are crazy” I groaned. “Me in love with her? Don't make me laugh”

“It wasn't me who went to her room last night to fuck her” she said. “And here's your phone”

I frown and look at her, grabbing her bag and placing my phone on the table. She had it? All this time?

“You should thank me” she smiled. “I probably saved you from telling a lie in public”

“A lie?” I frown.

“Oh, yeah” she chuckled. “Your boss sent you a text asking you to apologize for the words you said last night. I mean, you know what they say about drunk people, that they always tell the truth. And yesterday you were wasted”

I clench my jaw and grab my phone. She knew my code, I told her. What the fuck did she do?

“What have you done” I frown while reading the messages. 

“What you deserve” she laughed, getting up and walking past me. “You wanted to win? I helped you. You're welcome”

Before I could say anything to her, the door of the apartment closed behind her. I grabbed my phone and read everything. The messages I didn't write, the punishment I'll receive. Then the posts on Twitter and Instagram about what happened last night. The hate towards Dafne. 

What have I done?

~

Days went by. My family stopped talking to me disappointed by my actions. I don't blame them, I deserve it.

I tried to talk with Dafne's sisters, but none of them texted back. 

The days I went to Maranello she wasn't there, somehow she found a way of avoiding me just by looking a t the schedule. 

Everyone in the factory was mad with me, disappointed. And it's all my fault. I reached the limit of what was acceptable. And even if I thought about going to talk with Fred and explain that I didn't write those texts, I knew he wouldn't believe me. Why would he? He knew about my rivalry with Dafne.

So I had to accept the blame. I felt ashamed of myself.

“I just don't get it, mate” Pierre sighed, sitting next to me after we went to the golf course. “I knew you and Dafne were rivals since forever, even during karting. But what you said the other Sunday… I'm sorry, but I never imagined you would say something like that”

“I guess… I guess I'm jealous” I sighed. “And I know it sounds childish, that's the worst. But somehow, whenever I see her near me I dissociate and let my body work, watching how it acts alone without me knowing what's going on”

“And why can't you try and talk with her, to explain?” he sighed.

“Believe me, I tried to do that twenty years ago” I sighed, shaking my head. “And she just ignored me, running away. And I probably made her family hate me. So… Hurray…”

I sigh and hold my head with my hands, taking a deep breath. 

“You know she's receiving hate, right?” he sighed. 

“I know… and it's my fault” I groaned. “And I can't apologize because Melanie just did the stupidest thing ever and no one will believe me”

“I told you that girl was suspicious and you never heard…” Pierre laughed weakly, patting my back. “But maybe you should find another way to apologize. I don't know… Use your imagination”

“Yeah, sure” I sighed. “Can you… Can you ask Kika to keep an eye on her? I know they are friends”

“Of course” he nodded.

When I went back to my apartment I frowned when the receptionist called me to give me a letter.

“Seems important, sir” he said. “The mailman came asking for you to give it in hand, but I told him you were out. He asked me to give it to you personally”

“Thank you” I nodded, grabbing the letter and going to my apartment.

I sighed, sitting on the couch and looking at the envelope, opening it. 

And then my breath hitched when I read what it said.

She reported me. She really reported me for defamation.

Fuck.

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Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 21

▪ Pairing: Seo Changbin x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Dumbification

▪ Genre: Comfort, Fluff, and Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.4k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Changbin, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), overstimulation, dumbification, creampie

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Charcoal, White, Ivory, Mauve, Cream, and Beige <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

Seo Changbin; the always attentive, reliable, and observant, forever caring and understanding boyfriend that you wished for upon what must have been lucky stars.

You and Changbin have been together for a little over 2 years now, and even after all this time, he never fails to make you feel appreciated, understood, loved, heard, and seen. He was, and still is, the kind of man you were fully convinced did not exist; the kind of man you would only see in fairytales or read about in books with male leads that were carefully and thoughtfully written by women.

Even in this moment, with your back resting against the soft surface of your couch cushions, your legs draped across Changbin's lap as he runs a soothing hand along your bare thighs as he listens to you tell him about your stressful day; you can't think of a way he could possibly get any better. However, when you quickly peer around your living room, you're reminded that he already has managed a seemingly impossible task.

Empty plates and bowls are neatly stacked on the nearby coffee table, careful not to disrupt any of the pretty decorations the two of you picked out together for the surface.

To Changbin, the plates and bowls serve as a gentle reminder that you're taken care of, and that simple fact puts his heart at ease as he listens to you intently. To you, they serve as a reminder that he always puts your health and wellbeing first, insisting that you eat before you talk about something that upsets you. He hates ranting on an empty stomach, thinks it makes the anger worse, so he always makes sure to eat with you before either of you rant so you can both approach the situation with a clear head.

"I don't understand why she lashed out like that?" Changbin says with a tilt of his head, bewildered at one of your coworkers' outbursts at work today.

"I don't either. We're both adults, we should be able to handle the situation as such." You say with a huff, drumming your fingers lightly against your stomach. "I get having a bad day, or things not being great at home, but things like that never justify that kind of behavior, especially in a workplace."

"Exactly, you didn't do anything to her to warrant that kind of response." He replies, falling silent for a second before he continues. "Screaming in your face...that's absolutely ridiculous..." He tsks, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I couldn't believe it; I wasn't even upset...just...confused." You answer, staring up at the ceiling. "Hopefully that was the first and only time something like this happens."

"I hope so. That job is stressful enough, you don't need great coworkers gone bad on top of it all." He says with a sigh, watching you nod in response.

"Thank you for listening to me, Binnie. I know it's a lot." You softly say, looking up at him like he hung each of the stars in the sky for you.

"You're welcome, baby. It may be a lot, but you should never keep things like this to yourself, especially if it's bothering you." He gently explains, watching your eyes beam up at him as he speaks. "Share the weight of your burdens with me, okay? I'll always be here to free you from encumberment."

You can only nod in response, feeling a bit choked up at his words before you quickly sit up, maneuvering until you're perched on his lap, straddling him as each of your thighs rest on either side of his own. His hands rest on your hips, holding you steady until you're comfortable. You melt into his chest, immediately feeling his arms wrap around you in a comforting embrace. You rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck until your lips rest against the warm skin.

"I love you." You whisper out, feeling Changbin rest his head against yours.

"I love you, too." He answers just as quiet, holding you close.

One of the many things you love about your boyfriend is how gentle he is with you. He always speaks to you softly and with the utmost respect and care, letting you know that you're safe and protected. He's gentle with his movements and the way he holds you, almost as if you're made of the most delicate glass that he's terrified to break.

This gentleness follows through all of his actions, even sex, and while you love that, too, sometimes you wish he wouldn't be so gentle with you.

Your brain goes back and forth on the ways you could vocalize this need to your boyfriend, but the words always die in your throat before they even get the chance to bubble to the surface of your tongue.

You press your lips to his neck, leaving soft, feather-light kisses along the skin as he softly hums at the feeling. You can hear his smile in every hum that vibrates in his throat, and you find yourself mindlessly mirroring his smile as you pull away from his neck to look at him. His soft brown eyes peer up at you with nothing but love as he smiles at you.

He knows what you want, he knew the second he felt your lips against his neck, but he waits patiently for you to make a move before he takes over. You both sit there in silence for a moment, basking in each other's presence as you feel the warmth of his clothed bulge press against the warmth of your clothed heat. It's dizzying and almost mind numbing, taking away your ability to think of anything other than the heat that radiates between your bodies.

Changbin watches your eyes slowly lose focus, briefly fluttering shut when he slides further down the couch to press his hips up against yours. Your body reacts instantly, all your movements involuntary as your hips harshly roll against his. Moans slip past both your lips in unison, neither of you expecting that amount of pressure from the first roll of your hips. Your hands reach for his shoulders, lightly squeezing the muscles as you roll your hips again with the same amount of force as before. You feel Changbin's hands on your waist, your brain barely registering the feeling as you continue to harshly roll your hips against his.

"Easy, baby." He breathes out, kneading at your hips in a weak attempt to get you to slow your hips or ease the amount of pressure you're using.

"C-Can't, Binnie," you whine out, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder again, "I need more, don't want you to be gentle." The words leave your lips before you can stop them, and you feel your haze of need clear immediately, almost freezing entirely.

All your worries disappear when you hear Changbin groan in response to your words, his grip on your hips tightening. He feels himself grow impossibly harder as he throbs beneath you, needing to feel you around him.

You hurriedly pull away from him, standing on wobbly legs as you both rush to undress yourselves, clothes flying in all different directions without a single care.

He helps you back onto his lap, his thick length standing tall as he waits for you to sink down on him. You peer down at his length, gently wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft as you guide his angry red tip to your heat. You slide the head of his cock through your folds, moaning when it hits your sensitive clit as you coat his tip in your arousal. You notice Changbin's hands fisting the couch cushions, his head thrown back as he resists the urge to stuff the entirety of his length inside you in one go. You're too eager to keep either of you waiting, bringing his tip to your hole before you slowly sink down on him, taking him deep inside until he bottoms out.

You let out a soft, shaky moan, rocking your hips against his as you adjust to his size. Changbin can't help the deep groan that slips past his lips, his mind playing your words on repeat as he feels your walls throb around him, it's almost too much.

Hearing those words come out of your pretty mouth sparked something within Changbin. Something you're blissfully unaware of, is how much your boyfriend holds himself back whenever you two have sex.

He loves treating you with the utmost care, bringing you to a leg-shaking orgasm as he whispers praises and heartfelt love confessions to you; kissing along every square inch of your body to further show his love as you softly moan out his name. However, there's times all he can think about is fucking you into your shared bed, pinning you against one of the many walls in your shared home, or bending you over any of the surfaces that are strong enough to withstand his strength as you scream out for him.

His head spins at the thought, and as you rock your hips to feel his length shallowly thrust into you, he brings his hand down to your clit. He presses the heel of his palm against your bundle of nerves, pulling moans from your pretty lips as your movements stutter. He moves his palm in circular motions, watching your mouth drop open as tiny mewls and breathy moans fill the room.

He quickly brings you to your first orgasm, holding you close until you come down from your high before he grips at your hips. He guides you to bounce on his cock, his eyes immediately rolling to the back of his head as he moans out. Your breathing is ragged, your chest quickly rising and falling as you struggle to stay upright. The sound of your skin connecting with Changbin's in strong, slow thrusts echoes through your living room, the sound only spurring you on as you grip at his biceps for support.

With every thrust you swear you can feel him deeper inside you, and the pleasure that sets into each of your nerves only grows when Changbin moves you to bounce on him faster. He can tell by the way your walls pulse around him that you're close again, and he brings his palm back to your clit to get you there in record time.

You cling to him as your second high washes over you, desperate moans and high-pitched whines leave your lips as he stills your hips. He keeps his length buried deep inside you as he maneuvers you both until you're laying on your back with him hovering over you. You gaze up at him as he slowly thrusts into you, your lips parting as gasps leave your dazed form. You're sensitive, and part of your brain tells you to push him away when the pleasure grows, setting every nerve in your body on fire as your eyes roll back.

Changbin can feel his self-control slipping, and with each thrust his hips connect with yours faster and with more force as he chases his high.

"I've wanted to take you like this for so long, baby." He breathes out, his voice shaky and uneven as he pulls your thighs further apart, leaning forward until his bare chest is flush against yours. "So hard to be gentle with you when you make me feel like this."

You cry out when he manages to hit deeper inside you, your back arching off the couch and further into his chest as your eyes roll back. You're barely comprehending his words, your brain fuzzy and struggling to form coherent sentences as you desperately hold on to any and every part of him you can reach.

The closer you get to your orgasm, the more you find yourself mindlessly babbling. Most of your words are unintelligible and frequently interrupted by choked sobs and loud moans of Changbin's name, but each one is music to Changbin's ears and does nothing but encourage him to keep going.

"My beautiful baby, am I making you feel that good?" He asks, knowing the most he'll get in response is a nod or messy babble of what he thinks sounds like a yes.

You can feel the knot in your tummy tightening with every deep thrust into your cunt, and you squirm underneath Changbin in a weak attempt to run from the pleasure.

"I know, baby, I know." Changbin softly coos, holding you in place as his thrusts slowly lose rhythm. "Fuck- just a little more, beautiful."

A loud sob tears from your throat, your legs violently shaking against Changbin's hips as your third and final orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Your vision goes blank as white-hot pleasure spreads through every inch of your body, your mouth falling agape as you fall silent before you take a sharp intake of breath and let out a high-pitched scream. You claw at whatever meets the surface of your palms, and you're too far gone to comprehend what it is you're holding onto. Changbin feels your entire body tense, your walls clamping down around him before they pulse harshly as you cream around his cock. You barely register the feeling of Changbin pounding into you before his hips still, pushing his length as deep inside you as he can as he finally cums deep in your cunt.

It takes a few minutes for Changbin's brain to start working again, and when it does, he hurriedly pulls you close, holding you as heavy, labored breaths leave you both.

Neither of you can believe that just happened, so much time spent wanting the same thing, but both of you being too worried or shy to voice it to the other. The outcome and aftermath makes the long wait more than worth it, and you smile against Changbin's chest as the fog in your mind slowly clears.

Changbin peers down at you, meeting your gaze and mirroring your tired smile.

"Hi, baby," he starts, gently moving your hair out of your face. "Are you here with me?"

"Mhm," you hum back, your eyes heavy as you fight the urge to sleep that desperately pulls at each of your senses.

Changbin lightly chuckles, quietly shushing you as he runs a soothing hand down the back of your head. It only takes a minute or two for him to feel your entire body relax completely into his hold, sleep obviously winning the battle of consciousness.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, enjoying the soft, quiet atmosphere as he too falls into sleep.

You thank whatever lucky stars you wished upon to find someone like Changbin every day, and when he seems to do nothing but improve and grow with each day and experience, you don't think you'll stop anytime soon.

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Good LORD😩😵

In case you can't tell from all of Bin's days I wrote for this event...I'm a whore for this big, buff, strong softie that is so, so full of love :((

I wrote this prior to, but the video Bin did with Chaeryeong proves he would be the best listener and just the biggest comfort if you were upset about something😭

He makes me wanna scream and cry

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Part 1!DEVOTION

Part 2

CREATOR!LUCIFER X READER

Summary: You feel trapped in the luxurious cage that Lucifer created.

Reading in dim light isn't really a good idea. Your eyes feel itchy and letters are running all across the page. Huffing in annoyance, you unwillingly close the book to go to sleep. Tonight is not just it, perhaps the lack of sleep has finally caught up to you. Your pillow feels a bit rocky as the book is carefully tucked under. That night, your dreams are made of angels joyfully singing their symphony, unaware of the angelic eyes watching your sleeping form.

Morning comes by as usual. You are woken up by the sweet smell of hot pancakes and the sight of a pair of neatly folded clothes thrown onto your bed. Lucifer has always insisted that you let him take care of almost everything around the house. You obviously don't agree. However, morning is something you would gladly give in. A big reason being his signature pancakes and the other being you don't have to wake up too early. Hastily put on the clothes he has put together for you, you rush to the kitchen, wanting to have breakfast as soon as possible.

Good morning! Did you sleep well? Lucifer cheerfully greets you with a toothy grin.

Very well! Are you going to be in the workshop today?

I’m afraid not, my dear. You see, Charlie insisted that we must make plans for the upcoming extermination.

Can I come too?

Your question makes Lucifer halts his cooking. You have expected this. He is always reluctant about you doing anything Heaven related, trying to steer your gaze elsewhere as if Heaven is the forbidden fruit of Hell. At least, that’s what it is in his eyes.

I’m sorry, sweetheart. You know what it is.

But don't you think it's time I-

Anne. We’ve talked about this.

Okay…

Lowering your head, you patiently wait for the food. You know better than to make any moves with that hint in his voice. It is one of his turnoffs that you come to notice during decades of living with him; even Charlie, his daughter, wouldn't have caught it on the spot like you. Lucifer once said: No one has known me quite like you.

…

I had a really shitty day.

Lucifer says as he slumps his head onto your shoulder. Pulling the blanket closer to the both of you, you let out an acknowledged hum:

Mind telling me what went wrong?

That fuck head radio demon. Do you know him? I think his name is Alastair? Nevermind that. Nothing important. His jackass thinks he can just simply swoon over Charlie and convince her I’m replaceable. Ugh can't fucking believe that.

You don't… normally swear. I guess that demon is pretty rough huh?

Lucifer lets out a huff and turns up the volume of the TV:

Yeah…

Tonight is just one of those movie nights: Lucifer talks over the movie about anything to you. Today is just one of those days. Every day is the same. You are a being yet incomplete as a being. You realize you are barely alive. He chooses your clothes. He cooks your food. He soothes your pain. He is everything. Slowly, everything around you doesn't make any sense. The noise coming from the tv becomes static and Lucifer’s voice seems so distant. Why are you even created? Is your sole existence destined to be some sort of amusement for the King? And why is he so avoidant about Heaven? Are you the problem?

Y/n. Y/n!

You immediately snap out of your messy thoughts. Something about Lucifer always manages to pull you right back. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he asked with a worried voice:

Did something happen?

You quickly turn your head to look at him. Your eyes filled with panic:

Oh! I think I’m just sleepy. Yeah… That's all.

Still, you know better than anything that is not enough. Nothing is enough for him, especially if it’s something from you. He lets out a pitiful smile and quietly turns off both the tv and the light, steps out of the bed. Before heading out, he doesn't forget to say his usual goodnight to you. How ironic. You think. He knows you are not going to have a good night. However, you greatly appreciate the personal space he gives you. You give in to exhaustion and slump back to the bed. Like a habit, you reach out to take your book under the pillow. Last night, you left at the most interesting part-the dawn of humanity. Excitement fills you to the brim just thinking about-

There is no book.

Refusing to believe the loss, you throw the pillow out of your sight, only to be greeted with disappointment. Many scenarios play out inside your little head. There is no doubt this is the work of Lucifer. He must have known from the beginning and let you slip through for a while. You can't bear to imagine the things he would do if he losed control. Self-control is one of his greatest strengths. Although, you are not so sure about that right now. After evaluating everything, you decide that it is best to sleep right now and deal with the problem in the morning. That night, your dreams are made of demons gawking and gnawing at your frail form, unaware of the angelic eyes watching your sleeping form. Every day is not the same anymore.

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Shadows of the Past

Chapter 1: Abandonment

Summary: After a year of blissful cohabitation, Astarion disappears without a trace, leaving behind a heartfelt letter explaining his departure. Determined to find him, you traverse Faerûn in search of your lost love, only to realize that some absences are meant to be permanent.

Returning to Waterdeep, you find solace in the company of Gale as you come to terms with Astarion's absence. But just as you begin to heal, Astarion reappears, begging for a second chance at love.

The question looms: can you forgive his abandonment and trust him once more? As you grapple with your emotions and trauma, a sinister force lurks in the shadows, targeting you for unknown reasons.

With danger closing in, you must navigate the treacherous waters of trust, love, and betrayal to uncover the truth behind the mysterious entity's motives. Will you be able to reunite with Astarion while facing the demons of your past? Can you unravel the secrets that threaten your very existence?

Setting: Post End-Game. Mostly canon compliant.

Word Count: 6.3K

Content: Explicit - intended for mature audiences.

Warnings: [Additional tags will be added, but expect mature content / read at your own risk.

Spoilers. Mentions of in-game missable content. Violence. Longing. Sexual themes. Blood drinking. Angst. Innuendos. High use of sarcasm. Completely fabricated camp interactions.

Astarion parts your legs with his knee and lowers his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. Your hand sweeps gently up the creamy skin of his side, and you revel in its familiar chill. The tips of your fingers gently brush the edges of the raised scars on his back.  

Astarion stills under your touch at once, his muscles going taught as he clenches his jaw. 

Fuck. 

You pull back to look at him. His eyes are squeezed tightly closed, and his brows knit together in a pained grimace. 

“Astarion?”  

He sighs, “I’m sorry.”  

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Too much for today?”  

“Yes,” he whispers as shifts from his position between your thighs, sitting upright on the bed. 

He runs his fingers through the silvery curls of his hair, frustrated. It breaks your heart every time seeing him like this.  

“Hey, look at me.”  

He glances back at you. Despair swirls in his crimson eyes. His mouth is set in a hard line.  

“It’s okay.” 

He shakes his head. His voice shakes with frustration, “But I want this, want you, all of you.”  

You sit up and position yourself beside him but take care not to touch him.  

“I know. Sometimes what we want doesn’t always align with what we need.”  

He groans with a small smile tugging at his lips, “Stop being so nice to me.” 

You giggle, “Why? Because it makes you want to be nice back?”  

He smirks at the shared memory, “Precisely, my dear.”  

His arm wraps around you, pulling you close up against him.  

Laying your head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath and let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the intimacy.  

This was an ongoing battle that you doubted would be won anytime soon if it ever could be. Astarion’s trauma still hooked its greedy claws into him. He would often initiate but would freeze up under your touch before you could make love.  

“I could try…” he trails off.  

You know what he’s going to offer. He always did.  

“No, you beautiful, beautiful fool. That’s enough for today, but I will accept cuddles… if you’re up for it.”  

He chuckles and lays back, resting his head on the feather pillow.  

“Come here, darling.”  

You cuddle up beside him, laying your head gently in the crook of his arm. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead.  

When you look up at him, he looks a million miles away, staring at the ceiling blankly, losing himself in his thoughts.  

You feel an odd unease tighten in your stomach. This happens regularly. Usually, your supportive words are enough to bring him back, but this time feels different somehow.  

He breaks the silence with a desolate whisper, “Do you think I will ever get better?” 

His desolate tone is heart-wrenching. You’ve got the feeling that he believes he may be irreparably broken from discussions you and him have had.   

You plant a light kiss on his chest. Propping yourself up on your arm, you reach and cradle his face in your palm. His eyes drift from the ceiling down to you.  

“You’re not broken, Astarion. We will get through this. Give it time.”  

He nuzzles his face into your palm, seeking the comfort of your touch.  

“I have an eternity, but your time is finite.”  

You scoff at him. You’re a High Elf, just like him, and although 750 years may not be infinite like his, you have centuries to either find a cure for him or extend your life further. He’s well aware of this, but lately, he has been overly focused on the fact that you will die eventually.  

“Exactly how old do you presume me to be, Astarion?” 

It dawns on you that he never actually asked how old you were. For all he knew, half of your life was already over.  

“Last time I checked, it was considered impolite to ask a lady her age.” 

You can’t help yourself, and you burst out laughing. After all the things you two had been through together, and he thinks asking your age is going to, what, offend you? 

Ridiculous man. 

The expression on his face is a mixture of shock and puzzlement. His eyebrow is cocked up, and he stares at you quizzically.  

“What’s so funny?”  

You smirk, “My love, we have enraged and killed Gods, fought countless fiends, demons and devils, and felled a Netherbrain together, and you worry that you, my partner, my soul mate, my everything, asking my age is impolite?”  

He grins, “Well… when you put it like that, I suppose it does seem a little ridiculous.” 

“I have many centuries ahead of me, and I will spend them all with you, I hope.”  

Astarion smiles, but there is something hidden in that smile, and it brings back the uneasy feeling you felt before. You can't quite place what it is. 

Astarion grabs your hands and holds them, his thumbs caressing them comfortingly.  

“I love you, and I will love you forever. You know that, right?”  

There’s an odd urgency straining his voice as if he needs to know that you know this. That uneasy feeling blooms into pure anxiety at the urgency in his voice, the look in his eyes and even the smile on his face. Something feels wrong.  

“Tell me what’s going on, Astarion. You’re starting to scare me.” 

“Don’t be scared, my sweet. I just want you to know that I love you, now and forevermore.”  

Your heart races inside your chest. Your stomach is in knots. Your whole body is screaming at you that something isn’t right.  

You look at him and search his face for any signs that something is amiss, but you can’t see anything. He looks relaxed, if a little sad, but that isn’t unusual after he couldn’t perform.  

“Shhhh, my love.” he purrs, “everything is fine.”  

He rubs your back and kisses your shoulder softly, trying to comfort you. You lean into him.  

“Astarion…”  

“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.” he says in a low whisper close to your ear.  

“Come, my love. Let’s lay down for a while until night falls. Once you fall asleep, I’ll slip out to go hunting.” 

You lay back down with him, putting your head on his chest.  

For some strange reason, be it due to your anxiety or his strange behaviour, you desperately don’t want him to go hunting, not tonight.  

“You could feed on me tonight if you want?”  

“As tempting an offer as that is, there is no need. There are plenty of animals in the forest.”  

“I know, but you still could.” 

You don’t even know why you’re pushing this so hard, but something deep down in you is frantic to keep him close.  

“Not tonight, darling.” 

He uses the same tone he used with that vile blood merchant at Moonrise, and you know better than to push it any further.  

You try to relax back into him, but your body is buzzing with an anxiety you have not felt in some time. If only you could place it…  

Astarion starts to hum your favourite tune low in his throat as he always did when you were feeling anxious while rubbing your arm with his fingers. 

You slowly drift into a troubled trance.  

When you wake up the next morning, Astarion is nowhere to be found. You had felt him leave to go hunting, but he never returned.  

Did he get caught by someone or something? Did the sunrise take him by surprise, and he found someplace to wait it out?  

He is always home well before the sun starts to creep over the horizon.  

This was entirely unusual. He always returned and crawled back into bed with you.  

Leaping out of bed, you throw your robe on and glance out the door. The day is cloudy and cool, and you can smell the rain. In a frantic rush, you throw your boots on and start toward the forest you know he goes hunting in most. 

You wander the forest, calling out to him, but there are no traces of him. No dead carrion, no footprints, no signs of a struggle - just nothing. Your heart is hammering in your tightening chest, and you search frantically for anything that could lead you to him.  

You spend the entire day wandering the forests. Even when the rain starts to pour down on you, leaving you soaked and freezing, you endure.  

The darkness of night envelops the land, and you return home utterly exhausted, hoping to find him there safe and sound.  

You open the door, and the little house is as dark, quiet and as empty as you left it.  

You start a fire in the large stone fireplace and stand there to warm your frozen body.  

Where could he have gone? Why did he go? What did I do? 

You look around the little place you had shared with him for over a year.  

It looks so empty without him…  

A yellow-tinged envelope catches your eye, sitting on your bedside table. You must have missed it in your rush to go find him this morning.  

Picking it up, a sense of dread fills you. It smells of rosemary, bergamot, and brandy. Your hands shake as they open the letter, and you slip out the neatly folded piece of paper.  

Placing the envelope down, you sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the folded letter. You pray that this isn’t what you think it is, but a part of you knows it’s precisely what you fear.  

Your trembling hands have trouble unfolding the parchment. It’s written in a beautiful hand. 

“My Dearest Love,  

My only one, I’m sorry it had to be this way. I knew I would never have the strength to say goodbye to you in person, to look into your eyes and see the hurt I’d caused. I am a coward, as I always have been.  

I believe being with me is holding you back from the beautiful life and love you deserve; one I am unable to provide for you.  

I love you too much to keep dragging you down into the dark.  

I hope you can forgive me one day.  

You made my dead heart beat anew. I could never forget you.  

I love you now and forevermore.

Love always,

Astarion"

Tears slide down your reddened face and drip onto the parchment in your hand. Once you’re finished reading it, it slips from your fingers and floats to the floor.  

He left me… 

You curl up on the bed you had shared with him for years, breathing the scent of him that lingered on the sheets. Violent sobs wrack your body as your heart is torn asunder.  

How could he do this…  

You cry until your body can’t produce any more tears, and you finally drift into a grief-stricken sleep.  

In the morning, you look around the little house you shared with him and realize that he had taken some of his belongings but not all of them.  

How long had he been playing this?  

Your once cozy home now feels cold, empty and claustrophobic. The walls feel like they are closing in on you.  

What am I going to do? 

You stay in that little house for a couple of weeks, hoping Astarion will change his mind and come back to you.  

A useless fantasy  

He never returns, but you never expected him to.  

You had spent every night over the last several weeks wandering the forest surrounding the area, checking his favourite hunting spots.  

In the city, you had tried searching for him in the taverns, the hostels, the flophouses, everywhere you could think of. You even followed the roads until sunrise, hoping you might bump into him.  

In truth, you knew that you would never find him if he didn’t want you to, but you had to try at least.  

You spend the next years searching for him in every place you can think of.  

You search Baldur’s Gate and all his regular haunts. 

You go back to the Underdark to see if he went there. He had talked about helping the other spawn at one point, but his siblings tell you they haven’t seen him. You even use Detect Thoughts covertly to see if they are lying to you, just in case.  

You return to the Grove even though you know it’s a long shot. He wasn’t ever fond of that place.  

You even search old camping spots he was particularly fond of. You doubted he would return to sleeping on the ground, but you tried anyway.  

You find nothing, of course. It was as if he just disappeared from existence entirely. 

Eventually, all hope fades away, and you are forced to face the fact that he’s gone and he’s not coming back.  

Not knowing where else to turn, you decide to go to Waterdeep, where Gale has kindly offered that you stay with him for as long as you need to.  

You start a new life there, as best you can.  

Months Later 

“Good morning! Can I offer you some tea?”  

Gale’s overly chipper tone in the morning makes you cringe inwardly.

How could someone be this happy in the morning? 

“Yes, please.”  

You rub your tired eyes, yawning.  

“Splendid!” 

Gale places a steaming mug of herbal tea on the table, and you take it in your hands, enjoying the warmth.  

“You look tired, my friend. Are nightmares still troubling you?”  

Your rest is plagued by constant, unforgiving nightmares that often wake you up screaming into the dead of night.  

“I’m fine. If I keep you up at night, I could move to a room further away?”  

Gale’s manor was grand, of course. It had more rooms than you cared to count and all the luxuries you could ever want. Despite that, this never felt like home, even after all this time.  

“There’s no need. I’m usually awake, nose buried in a good book. At least it is nothing like Wyll’s snoring. Gods.”  

You both laugh at that. Wyll had snored so loud some nights that you were worried Astarion would kill him just for some peace and quiet.  

“So, what’s on the docket for today?”  

“Oh, I’m going to go out into the city to meet some friends.”  

“That sounds like a lovely idea! I’m glad you’re making friends. I’d love to meet them.” Gale’s grins happily.  

“Of course, um, one day, okay?” 

“I can host a grand dinner and make them my signature dish!”  

You almost choke on your tea. Gale tried, but most of his cooking was… lacklustre.  

“I better go get ready then. Thank you for the tea.” 

Returning to your room, you slip into a clean robe and pull on your boots before heading down the long, winding staircase.  

Gale is waiting at the bottom of the stairs, “will you be home in time for dinner?”  

“Oh, no, probably not. Don’t wait for me.”  

“Be careful out there at night, this isn’t Baldur’s Gate, but it’s not exactly safe either,” he warns with a worried look.  

You want to roll your eyes at him but stop yourself. Did he think you couldn’t take care of yourself? You had spent years roaming Faerûn looking for Astarion by yourself and only returned with a handful of new scars.  

Well, ones he can see anyway.  

“I’ll be careful, Gale. Thank you.”  

With that, you slip out of the door into the air, chilled by the breeze coming off the sea. It was truly beautiful here… if only you could appreciate it.  

You walk briskly through the busy city streets, wanting to leave them behind you as quickly as possible. Waterdeep was a busy city, and people already packed the thoroughfare going about their days.  

You had spent so much time by yourself during your years searching for Astation that you had become accustomed to being alone. You were still trying to acclimatize to city life again.  

Stopping at a small tavern, you buy yourself some wine.  

Probably not the healthiest way to deal with my issues...  

Near the outskirts of the city, you see the familiar little path that you walk almost every day. It took you to a beautiful lookout point that no one seemed to visit. It was your favourite place to be alone.  

The wealthy of this city don’t want to ruin their fine boots, I suppose.  

You sit on the edge of the cliff face, letting your legs hang over precariously.  

What am I going to do about Gale wanting to meet these “friends” of mine  

Truthfully, you’d made up these “friends” so you could get some time alone. Gale was your friend, and you enjoyed his company, but he could be overattentive at times.  

The silence up here was as beautiful as the views. The noises of the city were left behind, and only the soft winds blowing through the trees could be heard. 

You uncork one of the bottles and drink straight from it. You had no; how did Gale put it - ah yes, decorum.  

You spend the entire day sitting up there, drowning your heartache in the only elixir that could lessen the pain in your chest and numb the void in your soul.  

I can’t believe it’s been years. 

You often think about the time you spent together, replaying it over and over, analyzing every interaction, every word, every touch. 

What did I do wrong? Was it something I said? Something I did? Something I didn’t do? Something I didn’t say?  

Tears fall from your eyes at the memories, and you wipe them away with the back of your hand.  

I thought we were happy. 

You watch the light of day slowly fade as the sun drops below the horizon, blanketing the city in the dullness of night. 

I guess I should go back.  

You stumble your way down the steep path. 

Perhaps I had too much today.  

Reaching the city, you walk through the now slightly less busy streets. Much of the throngs of people have retired to their homes or, more likely, the taverns of the city. You hear vivacious laughter from some of the taphouses, signaling the end of another day.  

A light breeze stirs, and you faintly catch the scent of rosemary and bergamot. Even in the wine’s blissfully numbing embrace, your heart clenches and leaps in your chest.  

You look around in every direction, but no one and nothing stands out.  

You sigh, chiding your heart, telling it to stop flip-flopping around in your chest. 

It isn’t him. It will never be him again. 

You continue walking, but every time the breeze stirs, that smell of rosemary and bergamot drifts with it.  

Great, now the very Gods themselves are fucking with me. 

You can’t help but stop to look around again. You make sure to pay extra attention to dark corners and alleys, but you see nothing out of the ordinary.  

Or perhaps, I’m just going crazy. 

You shake your head and laugh at yourself for being so foolish, but another tear escapes your eye and glides slowly down your cheek.  

Rounding a corner into a dimly lit corridor, you come face to face with a group of people looking particularly dishevelled. Their eyes slither over you repulsively.  

“Well, well, what do we have here? A little lady, all lost and alone?”  

Excellent. This is just what I need today - a mugging. 

“Don’t be scared; no one has to get hurt here. Just give us your coin, and we will be on our way. Won’t we, lads?”   

Foul, yellow-stained toothy grins split across the faces of the others malevolently.  

They each draw small blades, so small you would hardly call them daggers. You very nearly laugh at their pathetic excuse for weapons.  

The citizens of Waterdeep must be easy to scare; fortunately, I am not.  

Grasping the weave, you turn, but before you can even get a cantrip playing on your fingertips, you hear a familiar voice.  

“Touch her and die.”  

No… it can’t possibly be. 

The group of dishevelled people look around wildly, trying to find the source of that voice.  

One of them steps forward threateningly, “Trying to play tricks on us, sorcerer? We aren’t so easily spooked.”  

Your eyes search the rooftops surrounding the corridor. If he were to be anywhere, it would be there. You don’t see anything at first, but you catch a glimpse of movement and faintly make out a figure moving over the roofs shrouded in darkness.  

Stepping closer, with that sad excuse for a dagger pointed at you, the man growls, “Your coin. Now. We won’t ask nicely again, little lady.”  

Astarion jumps down in front of you with his blades drawn.  

“Final warning. Try to touch her and die.”  

You’re speechless, just staring at the back of his head in bewilderment. 

How much did I have to drink today? Am I hallucinating?  

The group sizes Astarion up, no doubt wondering if all 5 of them could take on 1 of him.  

With a shake of your head, you finally regain some of your composure and stand next to Astarion with a fireball playing on your fingertips.  

“Do they dare?” he whispers only loud enough for you to hear.  

“I kind of wish they would,” you whisper back, but lower knowing his hearing is much better than your own.  

He chuckles under his breath.  

They stare at you with your fire, and the look at their weapons compared to Astarion’s, gawking at them before they bolt off as if the fires of the Hells themselves were licking at their ankles, leaving you and Astarion standing there laughing.  

The laughter falls away abruptly and is replaced by abashed crimson eyes as he turns toward you.  

“Astarion?”  

You reach out to him, needing to be sure this isn’t a hallucination brought on by your sleep deprivation or just another dream.  

He gently takes your hand in his and plants a soft kiss on the back. The bracing chill of his skin sends a shiver running up your spine.  

“Yes, darling. It’s me.” 

Your temper ignites, rage flashes through you like wildfire, and you shove him hard. 

“You left me!” 

Your lower lip quivers. Tears immediately flood your eyes and spill down your reddened cheeks in small streams.  

The corners of his mouth draw downwards, and remorse saturates his expression. 

“I know.” 

Your chest feels tight as if your lungs are constricting around your wildly beating heart, and you swallow the lump rising in your throat.  

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice shakes.  

His eyebrows pop upwards, creasing his forehead and his eyes round in shock.  

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”  

“Then why?!”  

Bringing his hand to the back of his neck, he sighs, “I thought… I thought it was for the best.”  

“For who?” 

You know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.  

“You.” 

Indignation reignites the raging wildfire, and you shoot him a smouldering glower. 

“Fuck you, Astarion! What gave you the right to decide what’s best for me?” 

“You’re right.”  

His admittance catches you off guard. The repentant tone of his voice washes over you like a wave, quelling the fiery rage burning through your veins.  

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the brisk air, trying to rein in your emotions.  

Exhaling slowly through your mouth, you meet his gaze again, “Why are you here, Astarion?”  

He shuffles his feet, “I’ve been looking for you.” 

You scoff, “Why? Why now?”  

He rubs his hands together, “If you are willing to hear me out, I would like to… talk.” he glances away from you, unsure of himself, “I understand if you don’t want to. If you never wish to see me again, say the word, and you will never have to lay eyes on me again.” 

“Not tonight.”  

“Of course, whenever you want to. I’m staying at an inn on the edge of town called Golden Harp Inn, room 2.”  

“I’ll think about it. Goodbye, Astarion.”  

You turn away from him, squeezing your eyes shut, biting your lower lip, fighting the urge to cry.  

“Would you allow me to walk you home?”  

Your eyelashes sweep up as you look to the heavens, exasperated.  

“Are you going to follow me regardless?”  

He chuckles, “Probably, but I’ll be eminently more discreet about it.”  

“You know I can take care of myself, right?” 

“Of course, darling. I’m well aware you can burn anyone you wish to ash, or worse.” 

A small smile pulls the corner of his mouth upward, and his fangs just barely peek out of his lips.  

That damn smile tugs at your heart strings as it always did.  

Gods, I’ve missed him.  

You roll your eyes, “Fine.”  

“Lead on.”  

You walk together in an awkward silence. His trained eyes observe the surroundings, instinctively searching for dangers lurking in the murky gloom. You’re thankful when you reach Gale’s grandiose manor.  

Astarion looks up at the tower reaching high into the sky, clearly impressed.  

“You live here?”  

“This is Gale’s Manor. I’ve been staying here with him.” 

A forlorn look passes over his face, and he looks down at the ground.  

“I see,” his eyebrow cocks inquisitively but regains his confident composure quickly, “I hope to see you soon. Goodnight, my dear.”  

With no further ado, he strides away and disappears into the twilight like a ghost. 

What in the Nine Hells am I going to do? 

You give your head a quick shake, trying to dislodge your whirling thoughts.  

The manor is dark when you enter, with only a few flickering candles strewn about in various places. 

You tiptoe up to your way up to your room, close and lock the large door, and slowly sink to the ground, wrapping your arms around your knees.  

You let the sorrow you feel consume you, and you sob inconsolably.  

You awake with a start and find yourself on the floor where you had sunk to and cried yourself into some semblance of a trance.  

Pushing yourself to your feet, you look at yourself in the mirror hanging on the opulently wallpapered wall. Your eyes are bloodshot and swollen with dark bags stretching out under your eyes. You groan at your reflection.  

Great. 

Slipping into a clean robe, you make your way downstairs. Glancing out the tall window, you surmise that dawn had barely broken the horizon. The sun sits low, split in half by the bay. The golden light is just starting to brighten the dark sky.  

Sighing, you make yourself some tea and sit on the terrace. The steaming hot cup warms your hands, providing a sense of comfort.  

What in the Hells am I going to do? 

You hadn't been able to think about it last night, consumed by grief. The voice in your head screams at you. Your intuition wails desperately at you that you should probably ask him to leave and never return. He broke you once, and you still haven’t recovered from his sudden disappearance. Unfortunately, what you know and what you want are constantly at war with each other.  

I don’t want him to go.  

Whether you liked it or not, your heart still belonged to him, and somehow, you knew it always would.  

Gale’s voice breaches the serene silence of the emerging dawn.  

“You’re up early this morning.” 

Startled, you jump, and your tea spills into your lap.  

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says as he grabs a towel from the kitchen and hands it to you.  

Taking the towel, you wipe your lap, “It’s okay. I was just lost in my thoughts.”  

“Care to share what’s on your mind? Perhaps I could be of some assistance or provide a friendly ear.” 

Should I tell him about Astarion?  

You know you should. Gale was your friend, after all. You had quite literally been through hell and back together. He could help you sort out this mess you found yourself in if only you would let him in.  

For some reason, you feel the desperate need to keep Astarion’s resurgence to yourself.  

“No, it’s just my nightmares again.” 

You feel an immediate gush of insurmountable guilt. The lie slips out of your mouth skillfully, much too easily for your comfort, but you’re not ready to share Astarion just yet, not until you figure out why he is here and what he wants from you.  

“I’m going to go for a walk. I need to clear my head. Do you need me to pick anything up while I’m out?”  

Gale shrugs his shoulder, “No, no. There’s no need to trouble yourself. Enjoy your walk.” 

The early morning air is colder than you had prepared for, and you shiver slightly. You spend the day aimlessly wandering around the city, lost in your thoughts of Astarion.  

What could he possibly want now? How long had he been looking for you? How did he know you were in Waterdeep?  

You had so many questions that only he could answer.  

The day passes in a blur, and before you know it, you’re standing outside the Golden Harp Inn as the sun starts to dip below the horizon.  

You stand outside the inn in a paralyzing apprehension. An inquisitory voice penetrates your thoughts, breaking you out of them.   

“Can I help you?”  

Your eyes drift from the worn sign of the tavern and meet the woman's anticipatory glare.  

How long have I been standing out here? 

You shake your head, “Sorry. I’m looking for someone who might be staying here.” 

Her brows raise in a suspicious glower, “And you’re looking for them outside?”  

It was a fair question.  

You plaster on the most innocent grin you can muster. “No, I just, uh... I wasn’t sure I had the right place, is all.”  

She gives you a curt nod, “Well, why don’t you describe who you are looking for? I know all of my patrons.”  

Your mouth quirks up in a half smile.  

How do I describe him? 

“Elf, extremely pale, obnoxiously smart mouth.”  

“Oh, him,” she rolls her eyes hard, “he’s in room 2. Up the stairs, second door on your right.” she hesitates, judging you, “Be careful around that one, dear. He looks like he breaks hearts left and right.”  

Gods, you have no idea. 

You nod in appreciation, “Thank you.”  

As you walk up the creaking staircase, your body trembles in anxious anticipation. You take deep breaths, trying to steady the untamed beating of your heart.  

You warily eye the wooden door with the tarnished bronze #2 nailed precariously onto it, but you hesitate to knock.  

Do I want to do this? 

A muffled voice rings out from behind the closed door.  

“I can hear you breathing, you know.”  

Fuck. 

Astarion opens the door and gives you a shallow bow, inviting you in.

“How did you know it was me breathing? It could have been anyone.” 

He chuckles, “I can also smell your delectable blood, and I would recognize that scent anywhere.”  

Of course, how could I forget that?  

You bolster yourself, puffing out your chest in a silly attempt to appear more confident than you’re feeling.  

“Well, I’m here. What did you want to talk to me about?” 

“Straight to business, I see?” 

You scowl at him in a warning, “Astarion.”  

“Okay, darling. Okay.”  

He stares at your with an eyebrow cocked, “Are you cold?”  

“No.”  

He rolls his eyes exasperatedly, “You’re shivering, my dear.”  

Am I? 

“Here.” he drapes a blanket around your shoulders, pulling it tight in front of you, “better?”  

He’s standing close to you, and you inhale his comforting scent. He smells like the home you’ve been yearning to come back to.  

“Better.”  

He smiles, “Good.” He pauses, rubbing his hands together, “You… you might want to sit for this.” 

Your stomach leaps into your throat, and your heart rate spikes further. What in the hell was he doing to say to you that he thought you should be sitting for? Was he about to ask you to come to his wedding? Tell you about his new lover? Ask you to kill him?  

What heartbreak am I going to befall this time? I shouldn’t have come. 

He reaches out and squeezes your arm in a comforting gesture, “Easy, darling.”  

“What?”  

“I can hear your heart beating a million miles a minute.”  

You huff. You never could hide anything from him. He could read you like a favourite book.   

“Just spill it, Astarion. Stop stalling.”  

He glances away from you nervously, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to sit?”  

“No, I don’t want to sit.”  

He sighs, “Okay, suit yourself.”  

He runs his fingers through his hair, and you can see the unease he feels on his face. His usually confident demeanour is nowhere to be seen. He looks unsure of himself for the first time since you were walking into the Szarr Palace intending to kill his master.  

He clears his throat and walks towards you. His gaze meets yours with an intensity that makes you gasp.  

“I’ve been looking for you for a while. You’re incredibly hard to track down.” 

You interrupt him, “How long?”  

“Over a year.”  

You would have been looking for him at the same time he was looking for you at one point. 

He takes a small step toward you, “I came here to tell you… I… I want to be with you, but I didn’t realize you had moved on with…” he cringes, “Gale.”  

A sad, fake smile spreads across his face, “Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised. He always did have feelings for you, and he can give you all the things I can’t, all the things you deserve.”  

You walk over to the chair, plunge yourself down into it, and start to laugh hysterically.  

Astarion doesn’t look amused, but he sits on the side of the bed opposite you, looking at you like you might be cursed.  

“I’m sorry,” you manage to squeeze out between giggles, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at your assumptions.” 

“Care to elaborate, darling?”  

“Gale and I are not together, Astarion.”  

His eyebrow cocks, “But you’re living with him?”  

“I had nowhere else to go when you left… I couldn’t stay in our little house. You were everywhere and nowhere, and it hurt.”

Those vibrant scarlet irises glance away from you momentarily.  

He meets your eyes again, “So you’re not together?”  

You shake your head, stifling another giggle, “Absolutely not.”  

With a wide, relieved grin, he says, “This conversation has just become much more pleasant.” 

If only it were that simple.  

“I don’t know if I can be with you again, Astarion.”  

No matter how much I want to. 

You suddenly feel uncomfortably hot and rise from the chair, shrugging off the blanket.  

“What do you mean you want to be with me?”  

“I want you, all of you. Without you, life is hardly worth living. The last years taught me that.”  

You’re pacing around the small room now. Astarion’s eyes follow your movement keenly.  

“And you thought you could just show up, and I’d what? Welcome you back with open arms?”  

A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, “A man can hope, but no.” his eyes meet yours with a humility you haven’t seen before, “I expected you to tell me to leave, or quite possibly burn me to ash, but here you are.”  he pauses, “I’m sorry I left.”  

You stop rapidly pacing the room and meet his eyes sadly, “I’m sorry you felt like you had to leave instead of just talking to me.”  

He huffs, “Oh, come off. You were amazing.”  

Tears brim in your eyes, “Then why did you leave me, Astarion?”  

“I…,” he steps so close that he’s almost touching you and wipes the tears escaping your eyes with his thumb, “I was afraid.”  

“Afraid of what? Me?” 

“Gods, no.” he hisses, “You’re the only person I’ve ever truly cared for. Have you truly spent the last couple of years thinking I left because of you?”  

“What else was I supposed to think?”  

His face softens, “Oh, my love. I’m so sorry.”  

Astarion wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. It takes you a minute, but you finally allow yourself to melt into him, pressing yourself hard against him. Your shoulders slump and shake with sobs.

When he finally releases you, you look up at him and are surprised to see tears running down his pale cheeks.  

Instinctively, you reach up and wipe them away with the back of your hand, “Don’t cry, Astarion.”  

He chuckles at you, amused, as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears away.  

“Don’t cry, my love,” he whispers. 

One of your hands still grasps a handful of his shirt. You’re scared that if you release him, he will disappear, and this will all be a dream. 

“I was afraid.”  

His words echo in the expanse of your mind.  

“Why were you afraid?” 

He brushes the hair out of your face tenderly and cradles your face with his palm. You press your face harder into his cool touch, your lips grazing his smooth skin.

He is home. 

“I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to give you the life you deserve,” his voice lowers to a whisper, “the love you deserve.”  

You scoff at him, “A life with you is all I wanted, Astarion.”  

Astarion tilts your head so that your eyes meet his searching crimson gaze. His face is relaxed, and you see no signs of that mask he sometimes wore.  

“Do you still want it? Me?”  

His lips ghost over yours, making your eyes flutter closed.  

“I could never stop loving you.” 

He clicks his tongue, “That’s not an answer.”  

“I’m afraid, Astarion.” 

“Of what?” 

“I’m afraid you will leave again when things get hard or uncomfortable. I won’t survive losing you twice.” you stare back at him with suffocating trepidation, “Perhaps we can be friends… for now.”  

You can almost taste the sorrow infecting his red eyes, but he smiles anyway, “Friends. Yes… yes, I can do that.” 

Thank you to all those who read/like/comment/follow/reblog/etc. I'm forever thankful for the support.

Chapters Master List - Shadows of the Past

AO3: Crossposted

If you're interested, I also write fanfic for Ascended Astarion x Spawn Tav - Fangs and Fractured Hearts

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Iggy Koopa (head)canons

He's creepy and he's kooky, mysterious and spooky, all together ooky... Just kidding, he's not really scary; but he is a silly little enigma.

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16 years old

- Very important to note: Dragon Koopas do not age the same as humans. It is unknown how they age in equivalence to humans, but the adult age for dragon koopas is their early 30's. Dragon koopas can live for several centuries. The maximum years of life is unknown.

Agender, any pronouns (prefers he/she/it). Asexual lesbian.

- (Everyone is asexual because "it"™ doesn't exist hahaha)

- Has identified as agender for a while, but recently chose the lesbian label for himself. This choice was inspired by Wendy.

Second oldest of the 7

- All are biological siblings, born to the late Morton Koopa Sr. and Adaeh Koopa

Adopted by Bowser along with his siblings at 10 years old.

- Remembers the day his parents died just as well as Ludwig, but doesn't let on to that.

Also like Ludwig, Iggy has uncomplicated PTSD. His symptoms show drastically different from his older brother, however.

Story of losing their parents and meeting Bowser:

All creatures in the Mario world... the Underground whatever it's called have all the races/ethnicities of humans. Iggy and her siblings are German and British from their father, and South African from their Mother.

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At 10, he was sporadic and neurotic, often acting out by doing dangerous things and showing the opposite emotions than were appropriate. This would piss off Bowser a lot, and he'd often get in trouble. Iggy was miserable, but as a younger Ludwig pleaded for Iggy to "snap out of it", he just... Laughed. Things seemed to click in place for him; he realized he didn't have to be so angry and stressed all the time. In that moment, he found acceptance for himself. The worst thing that could have happened, happened. It made him weird and he was only going to get weirder, but that was okay. It felt better to laugh and smile than cause distress to those he loved.

Before 10, Iggy didn't really act much of anything like he is today. He was well mannered and calm. Is that to say he would've never ended up like this if his parent's didn't pass away? Not necessarily. He was always a brilliant mind who loved anything mechanics and robotics; but as smart as he was, his inventions still took many trials and errors. This was how he discovered that it's fun to make things act the complete opposite of their intended purpose. Mischief in general filled him with this feeling of euphoria, but it felt forbidden. He didn't let himself indulge in it the way he secretly desired.

The Iggy we currently know is a chaos-causing giddy teen. He enjoys not taking much of anything seriously and frustrating his opponents with his unpredictable and obnoxious behavior.

His hobbies are: learning and documenting/ exploring or just being within nature/ anything S.T.E.M. and/or science related/ taming chain chomps/ making friends with wildlife in general/ pulling pranks/ being silly and whimsical

Iggy loves absorbing knowledge about literally anything. All those notes hanging around in his room/lab? Look closely, and you'll see things ranging from a list of top 10 uses of nickel, to how the banana got it's name.

He's almost always smiling. There's just not much that upsets him.

He is very affectionate, and usually shows this through touch. She'll show this in unusual ways though, of course. For example, standing behind Ludwig and resting her head on his hair... Just standing there. Sometimes they'll do this to their other siblings, too.

Iggy can play various instruments, but chooses to play only the dumbest ones. For example: cat piano, otamatone, Furby organ, and other children's instrument toys.

She owns Iggy's Glass as seen in MK8D. He takes care of all the kart's windshields and mirrors.

Upon receiving their wand from Kamek, the only knowledge of magic Iggy had was a couple of nature based healing spells learned from his mother. What got Iggy interested in magic was the difficulty to learn to wield a wand; if you're not careful (or properly trained), the power from the staff could be destructive. Exploding green magic that could destroy anything in it's wake? "Sign me up, please! BAHAHA!"

- This is why Iggy's magic is the fastest. She quickly harnesses a few magic blasts one after the other, her heightened emotions in battle providing how strong a single blast is.

Kamek still teaches all 7 of them magic lessons, but it's more of a once a week thing (except in the case of Ludwig).

Iggy's hair is naturally curly, being about 3B closer to the roots and 3A up at the top. His hair is able to stand up like that on it's own when he styles it- no hairspray or gel, he just brushes it straight up and it stays. Look, if bricks can float in the air in that world, so can his hair.

- Why'd he choose to style it like a carrot/palm tree/turnip/pineapple? Idk. He never really did anything with his hair. As a kid, it looked like Hop's from the Super Mario World cartoon, so it always just stuck up like that (no, their cartoon counterparts don't exist and were not their childhood selves). His hair was always just green, btw.

Just like with Ludwig, if you ran your fingers through Iggy's hair you would feel the curls.

Pranks. Iggy is notorious for pranking others. He'll do stupid stuff like misplacing an object after somebody set it down for just a moment, or telling someone the wrong information to little things. For example: "Iggy, what's the super move for [insert game and character]?" "It's [enter sequence of buttons]" *tries it, character explodes instead* ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻

Sometimes he'll go too far with them. One time Larry had pranked him and he wanted to get revenge, so he placed a rake outside of a door of a room Larry was in. The plan was that Larry would walk out, not notice the rake on the floor, step on it, and the handle would come smacking him square in the face. The thing was, Larry was not the only one in that room. Ludwig was reading a book and decided to leave the room because Larry was being too loud with his game. Nose stuck in book, he opens the door and steps out... WHAP! Ludwig got squared in the face with a rake handle... And a book. Ludwig chased Iggy all around the castle with that rake. Iggy and Larry will still laugh their asses off if they see a rake to this day.

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With Ludwig: Iggy and Ludwig have a very close bond, even if it doesn't really show that way. Iggy loves how Ludwig's personality sort of mirrors his. He knows that Luddy is just as crazy as he is, and is probably the only one capable of bringing out Luddy's "kooky" side. Iggy's pretty good at bringing out a lot of sides of Luddy most don't see very often. Iggy also enjoys messing with Ludwig because he's way too easy to annoy, and his reactions are funny. If Iggy ever wants to infodump something new he learned, he could always turn to his oldest sibling. Luddy is guaranteed to listen and engage in a conversation, whether he likes it or not.

With Morton: Iggy likes how easy going and happy Morton is. He can use Morton as a physical leverage whenever he wanted (as seen in their NSMB2 render), because he knows Morton wouldn't mind at all. Besides that, Iggy likes partaking in Morton's interests when they hang out. A good example would be cooking; we know Morton has the best intentions, but... Not the best execution. As we know, Iggy lives for things gone wrong. Besides, she does it for brotherly bonding! Everyone else's inconvenience is just a bonus. Iggy also enjoys telling Morton about her discoveries with nature, since Morton shares that interest. Morton likes physical affection as well, so Iggy won't hesitate to give Morton hugs and stuff.

With Roy: You might think Iggy and Roy in the same room would only lead to familial disaster, but that's not really true! These two actually make a pretty dynamic team; They've both got a destructive nature and love for disorder that makes it surprisingly easy for them to work together in battle. Outside of that, Roy treats Iggy the same as his other siblings, and Iggy treads more carefully with Roy. I mean, getting bonked isn't ideal, he's not that hard to annoy. Iggy has to think of clever ways if she wants to prank or mess with Roy, like having a planned escape route ahead of time or someone/something to take the blame instead. They'll hang out casually more often than not when there's no missions to be done, like watching TV or going out to do something.

With Wendy: Iggy will totally let Wendy give him makeovers, mess with his hair and paint his nails. He's loved doing these things with her since they were little kids. Wendy was actually the one Iggy originally confided in with emotional vulnerability before Lemmy was old enough to have critical thinking. He'll still go to Wendy for that sometimes. The most recent example was when Iggy still questioned their sexuality. As the only sister, Iggy regards Wendy highly, and probably shows her the most respect out of anyone in the family. If you thought pranking Roy was a bad idea, imagine Wendy. She's safe from Iggy's antics... Intentional antics, that is. She'll definitely still get annoyed with him and yell sometimes. Teehee

With Lemmy: The Lemster and the Igmeiser... These two act like twins. They're almost always seen together, and have a closer bond than with any of their other siblings. It's not really clear how it started. Since the moment Lemmy hatched from his egg, they've always been really close. The two love causing mischief and chaos, naturally in sync to the point where they can predict what the other will do/say most of the time. Everything is fun and whimsy when they're paired together in missions, which typically leads to not succeeding... But we know that wasn't really their priority lmao. Naturally, as siblings, they'll get into fights sometimes too (ex. When both of them wanted to push the button in Paper Jam lol). Lemmy is the one who Iggy usually goes to to talk about his feelings and troubles with. He finds that Lemmy understands him best, and can see things from a different perspective that makes his advice more useful and realistic.

With Larry: Like Ludwig, Iggy wants his youngest sibling to be the best he can be. But unlike Ludwig, Iggy doesn't take it upon herself to parent Larry. She guides him in her own little weird way, as an older sibling. Iggy won't outright say what Larry is doing wrong or what he should be doing; instead she'll do things that make Larry think about why she's acting that way, and make him realize what he's doing and how he should change his actions. Iggy enjoys spending time with Larry, which is usually playing video games, other electronic-based activities, and sports. Sometimes they do stupid things, such as the prank example from earlier. They have more in common than most realize!

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Iggy never felt connected with the concept of gender. Even as a kid, she would express indifference and even discomfort with being a "boy". It just never felt right; nothing did. As Ludwig and Wendy transitioned, it made Iggy think really hard about their own identity yet again. So Ludwig is now a boy, and Wendy now a girl, but Iggy didn't want to be either! Where did his answer lie? Iggy turned to the computer in the library. Now imagine Iggy doing research on mid-2000's internet, and whatever the Nintendo universe equivalent of Tumblr is- he found the word "agender" and it's definition. That felt right. Iggy then first told Ludwig and Wendy about his discovery. Upon receiving their support, he came out to the rest of the family. He would go through different uses of pronouns until deciding that any works.

Figuring out their sexuality was a lot harder. Iggy would find themselves attracted to characters within stories and otherwise fictional people/koopas/whatever, but not really anyone in real life. Iggy wondered if she was aromantic for quite a while, but ultimately decided against it. Her feelings of romance weren't limited or exclusive. She even found herself liking the idea of dating someone in real life- she just didn't really have anyone to gain those feelings for in castle life. She then started to try meeting new people, which mainly happened through Mario Kart tournaments. There were several talented creatures who worked for her sibling's companies he's made good relationships with! She would take the time to become acquaintances with each of them, trying to see who stuck out as a potential romantic interest or who would remain friends. Iggy actually found himself giddy over a few of these creatures, confirming he definitely feels and enjoys romance. Exploring like this helped Iggy to realize that none of his crushes were ever men, only women and non-binary/mixed trans-identifying creatures. Iggy turned to Wendy for answers, in which she provided a few labels that Iggy could consider if he wanted to use them. Iggy decided that who he's attracted to best fit under the lesbian label, feeling a connection of solidarity with Wendy. He's happy with the labels he's chosen for himself.

"But Izzy, who stood out to Iggy the most? Will she ever get a girlfriend/partner???" There is a Lakitu named Brit who works for Morton's company she's had an eye on for a little while...

Iggy's needed glasses since they were about 4 years old. Momma made the glass, and Dad made the frames. He watched them as they made the glasses- perhaps this taught Iggy how to make the unparalled glass that she sells.

Iggy owns Iggy's Glass yeah yeah we know. Her company is responsible for creating the windsheilds and mirrors on the karts.

I don't consider Hotel Mario to be canon in my story, but Iggy would absolutely try to pull something as stupid as a cheese hotel.

Iggy runs a Tumblr blog, except it's not called Tumblr idk what the platform would be called in the Mario world. It's dedicated to her scientific findings, interests, computer shit, etc. Nerd things. It's got a lot of followers.

Iggy has a lot of online friends. More than irl friends. She messages them on her computer everyday.

What would Mario world Discord be called? She has an account there too

He also has a YouTube (KoopTube??), but only uploads tutorials.

She loves to bother her siblings on social media. Usually through tagging them in stupid posts, or making a post mentioning them such as: "Like for a tbh" *2 minutes later* "@/LudwigvonMaestro ur kinda gay :/" "I DIDN'T EVEN LIKE!!!!"

That also goes for the sibling group chat.

You may have noticed the favorite foods I gave Iggy were all pineapple based. That is because Iggy is one with the pineapple. There's no explanation for it.

His full name is Ignatius Koopa. Calling him by full name will make him go 😐

There is nothing wrong with Iggy's irises. The thickness of his glasses provides a magnified effect on his eyes that make it look like the iris is separated from the pupil. If he took his glasses off, or if you saw his eyes from an angle unobscured by the glasses, you'd see the pupil and iris are connected like normal. His pupils are swirls as I've been drawing them, though. It's symbolic of how he changed.

Iggy's tail wags a lot. He's like a dog it's funny

Iggy engineers a lot of things that are used around the castle and by her family. Ludwig's hearing aids are one example. She also invented the Mechakoopas, and even taught Junior how to build them.

They would really like to collaborate more with Ludwig in engineering terms, but Luddy lets his pride get in the way of that.

Iggy does not care one little bit who's the "smartest Koopaling". There's just no talking sense into Ludwig sometimes, so she doesn't bother.

[wandering-winchesters]

Burning up

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2,412

Trigger Warnings: none really, mostly fluff. Some swear words.

Summary: the reader is sick and Dean takes care of her. Lots of fluff.

Requested: yes, by anonymous. Hey =) just wanted to thank you for writing and sharing your stories 🤍🙏🏻💐Absolutely in love with them. Are u up for a sick/hurt and comfort fic? Love 🤍

A/N:this was so much fun to write! I went with the sick side of things, I’m sure I’ll write another hurt one soon. Requests are still open. :)

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I groan, opening my eyes, my head beginning to throb immediately, causing me to close them again. Nope. Getting up early is not happening today. I shut off my alarms for the morning and return to sleep.

I wake up a couple hours later, soaked in sweat, every muscle in my body aching and fever raging through my body. It’s already ten o’clock in the morning, yet the desire to get out of bed is none existent. I drift off again, my restless sleep filled with awful dreams. I’m slightly disturbed from my rest, when my door creaks open, one of the boys checking on me as I’m normally awake hours before. However, they don’t say anything, just quietly back out of my room in the bunker and shut the door behind them. I fall back asleep once again, praying that I feel better the next time I awake.

“Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” I hear Dean ask, sitting down next to me on my bed. His hand coming to rest in the middle of my back. I open my eyes and peer at him, wincing from the bright light filling the room.

I groan in response, turning my head away from him and squeezing my eyes shut.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, I can hear the concern in his voice even though I can’t see his face. He reaches over, and brushes my sweat soaked hair out of my face, his fingers glancing over my forehead quickly. Before he places a full hand over my forehead, I hear him let out a sharp sigh.

“Y/N, you’re burning up. We gotta get your fever down sweetheart.” He says quietly, pulling back the layers of blanket I’m buried under. I groan, fighting him and trying to pull the blankets back up. I hear him chuckle slightly, his hands rubbing my back gently. An unintentional moan leaves my lips, embracing his touch easing my stiff muscles.

“I’m going to go get you some Tylenol and water, stay put. I’ll be right back.” He says, leaving the room quietly. I try not to miss the way his hands felt on my body, the ease that he worked the kinks out of my muscles. The fire it ignited inside of me. Dean and I had slept together a handful times, mainly in moments of desperation and weakness, but never anything serious or exclusive, although that’s all I wanted, everything I could ever want. I ease my body into a sitting position, pulling my sweatshirt off my sweaty body, leaving on the tank top underneath. I push myself over to the edge of the bed, moving to stand up, a wave of dizziness overtaking me. I stand up, but only make it a couple of steps towards the bathroom before I’m reaching for the nearest object to steady myself. Which happens to be the dresser, I put my back against it and slide down to the floor. I rest my head on my knees, hoping that the wave of dizziness and nausea will soon subside, and stop crashing down on me like a damn tsunami. Dean renters the room and I hear him turn around when he realizes in no longer in bed.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart? I told you to stay put.” He says, placing the water glass and medicine bottle down on my side table.

“Wanted a shower, body hurts.” I say, my head still buried in my knees, unsure if he heard or understood me. He then crosses the room to my side, crouching down in front of me. He places his hands under my armpits and gently lifts me to my feet, keeping a firm grasp on my waist, helping me walk towards the bathroom. He sits me down on the lid of the toilet, making sure I’m not going to fall over.

“How about a bath instead? I’ll help you, don’t want you slipping and hitting your head.” He says, his hand cupping my chin and making me look at him.

“No, I don’t need help. I’ll be okay.” I protest, trying to shoo him towards the door but he doesn’t budge.

“Dean, I don’t want you to see me like this.” I say, rolling my eyes at his stubbornness.

“Y/N, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before if that’s what this is about..” he says, chuckling slightly before he sees the look on my face telling him silently to shut up.

“I’m just a fuck buddy, I don’t need you taking care of me and seeing me in this moment of weakness.” I mutter, my tone bitter a sentiment that I never would’ve confided in him, if I wasn’t half out of my mind with sickness. Or so I told myself.

His face falls, momentarily, confusion then taking over his features. His takes my hand in his own, stroking it gently with his thumb.

“Y/N, sweetheart. You’re not just a fuck buddy, you’re my best friend and I care about you a lot. Taking care of you while you’re sick doesn’t make you weak, it’s something you’d do for me. Something you have done for me.” He says, while his words are true, his use of best friend stings a bit. I knew it would never be anything more than that. I resign myself to accepting his help, nodding silently. He takes a step towards the bath and turns the water on, checking the temperature with his hand before filling the tub. He turns the light off in the bathroom, lighting the candle that I keep on the counter to provide a small source of less harsh light. An action that I appreciate and quietly thank him for doing. He nods, reaching to help me stand in order to take what little remaining clothing I have on, off.

His hands steady me gently, his fingers barely applying pressure to my skin, and helps me clamber into the tub. The warm water engulfs me and immediately begins to soothe my sore muscles. He tucks a folded towel behind my neck, giving me something to rest my head on and again, I thank him for his gentleness.

The ache in my muscles is improving, thanks to his actions. Yet the ache in my heart is growing, insatiable, the need for something more with this man unquenchable. I’ve had these feelings for him since we were teenagers, which I convinced myself that they would go away before adulthood. Yet they didn’t. The first time we slept together was after I got hurt on a hunt, emotions running extremely high. That’s what we chalked it up to, a bad choice in a moment of emotional weakness, Ouch.

The second time was after Sam died, before Deans deal with the crossroads demon. Another moment of emotional turmoil and weakness. Ouch, again.

The third time, was the night before the hellhounds came for him. My heart so empty and terrified for him, that I craved any kind of physical affection from him which he partially satisfied. The next day he was gone, I watched the hell hounds tear him to shreds, soul shatteringly devastating.

The fourth time and most recent, was after Dean came back from hell. We hadn’t talked about that one, but I chalked it up to me being the first woman he saw this side of hell. The first piece of ass he could get his hands on, and I was more than willing. My heart still broken from the time of him being gone. Sam had left me too, going off to try and bring Dean back but not wanting me to come along as I would “slow him down.”. Being with Dean after he came back from hell, felt different. But once again, my hopes were dashed when he apologized the morning after, telling me it shouldn’t have happened. Ouch.

I’m snapped out of my chain of thoughts by a cold wash cloth being pressed to my forehead, a straw held to my lips and two little red pills offered to me. I take the pills from him, accepting a sip of water to wash them down with before closing my eyes once more. I know Dean is near, but he’s quiet. I open one eye, glancing towards him and he’s sitting respectfully, with his back against the edge of the tub. Watching out for me, but respecting my privacy as much as he can. A gesture that pulls at my heart just that much more.

The words that leave my mouth next can only be explained by one thing, confusion and insanity caused by my fever. Or that’s what I’m telling myself, anyways.

“Dean?” I ask, lowering myself into the water a little more attempting to calm the chills racking my body. He hums in response, assuring me he’s still near.

“Why can’t you see how much I love you?” I ask him, my voice small. Almost quiet enough that I could convince myself I didn’t actually say it out loud for him to hear. That I didn’t just expose my heart completely on my sleeve for him to reject.

I can tell I’ve caught him off guard because he stiffens, his body language screaming run, flee, she’s insane. All of these things happen simultaneously and quickly. Yet the fear and anxiety of a ruined friendship is bubbling up inside of me.

“Forget it. Can you leave? I’ll be fine.” I say, closing off and moving to pull the shower curtain closed.

“What-wait Y/N.” He says, turning around to grab my wrist stopping me in my tracks. His eyes are locked on mine, questions swimming through his eyes but he’s not verbalizing them.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” he says, taking a breath to compose himself, I look away from him and staring at my knees, that I’ve pulled up to my chest. Here it is, the great let down. The I love you, but not like that. It’s me not you speech. The one I’ve had in my head a million times, convinced that I had no chance with him. But that’s not what leaves his mouth. “Stop that, look at me.” He reaches out, gently turning my face to look at him once again. His eyes never leaving my face, never wandering, his gaze unfaltering.

“I saw the way you act towards me, but I couldn’t get my hopes up to believe that it was love for me Y/N. I couldn’t bear losing our friendship by mistaking friendship for more than that. God, sweetheart, I love you more than I thought possible.” He says, his voice faltering towards the end, barely a whisper. I blink once, twice, three times before his words finally hit me. He loves me.

“When I came back from hell, you were the first person I wanted to see. You were the first thought on my mind, not Sammy. Maybe that makes me a terrible brother, but when I told him that he asked me why I hadn’t grown a pair and just told you. Y/N, you were never just a fuck buddy. It breaks my heart to hear you say that. I’ve wanted more since we were teenagers, but I was too much of a coward to seek that out. So I threw myself at other women, but none of them ever compared to you. Shit, please don’t cry sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He wipes away a tear from my face, a tear I didn’t realize had started to fall. I look back at him, watching him closely before I start laughing. He looks taken aback and concerned, unsure where my reaction is coming from.

“You’re- you’re telling me we could’ve been together for years by now? Why couldn’t I have had a fever induced feelings confession years ago? Hell, this is comical.” I say, still laughing softly. He laughs too, rolling his eyes, yet the smile forming on his face bringing a smile to my own.

“I love you, Dean, more than anything.” I say, resting my head on my knees once more, keeping it turned towards him so I can watch his expression. I shiver slightly, the water having cooled off since I got in. He notices and quickly drains the tub, helping me stand up and wrapping me in a towel. He lifts me out of the bath, his hands under my arms, before he pulls me straight into his chest. His arms wrapping tightly around me, holding me pressed against him. I melt into his embrace, hugging him back with all the strength I have at the moment.

“I love you, too, Y/N. More than anything.” He mimics, pressing a kiss to my temple before he tucks his finger beneath my chin and raises it, leaning down to press the most passionate kiss to my lips. My eyes fluttering closed, leaning into him and kissing him back. Conveying every hidden emotion I possibly can into this kiss.

“Dean, I’d love to stand here forever, I really would. But ‘m freezing here.” I mutter, beginning to shiver more violently. He chuckles, and begins to help me get dressed into the clothes that he had, unknown to me, laid out when I had first gotten into the tub.

“Back to bed with you.” He says, gently guiding me towards my disheveled sheets. Once I climb in, he shuts the curtains and turns off the lights in my room. He then walks towards my bed once again, shedding his jeans and T-shirt and climbs in next to me. His hands quickly find me, pulling me into his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin. His hands quickly coming to rest on different points of my body. One at the nape of my neck, working it’s way into my hair. The other, on my hip rubbing circles into my exposed skin. The feeling of closeness that this brings, is indescribable. The peace that over takes me, the relief that floods my thoughts. The emptiness this fills.

“‘M tired De. But I’m scared that this was just a fever dream, I don’t want it to be over when I wake up.” I mutter, my eyes already mostly closed. His touch lulling me into a sleep, much more peaceful that I thought possible with a fever running it’s course.

“Sleep, sweetheart. It’s not a dream, I’ll be here, I promise.” He whispers, pressing one more kiss to my forehead before I doze off, fully embracing the open arms of sleep.

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[tsuutarr]

Pokémon Prom: Nemona

Pairing: Nemona x GN! Reader

Word count: 758

Content: fluff, prom

Summary: A part of my Pokémon Prom series where Pokémon characters ask you our to prom, this time featuring Nemona!

Nemona is on a hunt–prowling the halls of the Academy for her prey… “Aha!” she beams once she sees the familiar silhouette, before she rushes over to where you’re sitting in the library. “Hola!”

“Arceus!”

“Sorry,” Nemona sheepishly says, watching as you put a hand over your heart. “I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“But you did,” you huff with a smile. “But hey, Nemona. Need something?”

“A battle!”

“Of course.” Your lips quirk up into a smirk this time. “You’re not sick of battling me?”

“Never,” Nemona laughs, “Come on! Vamos!” She pulls at your arm and you let her, tucking the book you were reading under your other arm.

“I only have my starter with me, though. Is a one on one battle okay?”

“That’s fine,” Nemona agrees. “Ah… But who do I use? Decisions, decisions…”

“Decisions indeed,” you respond, “but I’m not gonna run away, y’know. You can let me go.”

“Hm?” Nemona looks down towards where her hand is clasped tightly on your wrist. “Ah, sorry! I forgot.” Despite her words, she’s still holding onto you. Arguing with Nemona is a losing battle, so you relent.

“All right, fine. Let’s go.”

Nemona beams. “Let’s!”

.

.

.

“Finish Pawmot off!” you command your starter, making your Pokemon unleash the finishing blow. Nemona’s Pawmot whines, before collapsing on its belly, forcing Nemona to withdraw her Pokemon.

“Ah, I was so close!” Nemona says with a grin. “I’ll win the next battle! Let’s battle again!”

“I only have my starter,” you repeat, “and I think we’re both pretty tired from that.”

“Aw, just one more?”

“You won’t be fighting us at our best, though,” you explain, “I doubt you’d want that.”

“That’s true,” Nemona huffs. “Right, you both deserve a break for that great battle! Sorry for getting ahead of myself–I forgot.”

You give her a smile, before patting her on the back. “No worries! I get it, battling is fun.”

“Isn’t it?!” Stars twinkle within her eyes. “We should battle again! Now!”

“Nemona,” you laugh.

“Oh, right…” Nemona’s bright smile turns sheepish, before her expression turns contemplative. “Wait… This won’t do.”

“Huh?”

“I forgot!”

“For… Forgot what?”

“See, I was going to request something from you if I won, but now that I’ve lost… Hm…” she looks thoughtful, before looking at you. “Okay, one more battle!”

“You can just tell me what you want. You don’t have to win for that!”

“But it’s more fun that way,” Nemona says, rolling a Pokeball in her hand. “And I have to ask you today!”

“Huh? Why?” Your eyebrows furrow. “If it’s that important, you can just ask me, honest!”

Nemona lips quirk down only temporarily, before she looks at you. “Ah, I don’t know why this is so hard–I’ve asked you battles so many times, yet it’s so hard to ask for this.”

“Uh, what exactly is ‘this?’” you ask.

She meets your inquiring gaze with an unreadable expression, before nodding to herself. “...All right, I guess I’ll just go for it.” She exclaims, making you flinch back slightly. She draws closer to you, the concept of personal space no longer in existence for her. “Did you know the Academy holds a dance every year after the Treasure Hunt to celebrate the students’ success?”

Your eyebrows rise. “Oh, that’s interesting.”

“Yeah!” Nemona’s grins, her freckles spreading across her warm cheeks. “And the dance is always fun. Music, good food, you name it!”

“It does sound great.”

“And it’ll be even better with one more thing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Good company.” Nemona smiles, her hands clasping together. “And I know just the person.”

“Oh?” you tease. “Would that person happen to be your rival?”

Nemona laughs brightly. “As expected of my rival–I knew you’d catch on.”

“You’re such a nerd, Nemona. You couldn’t ask me without a battle, huh?”

“Ah, can you blame me? Battling you is so much fun!”

You laugh. “I guess I can’t, no.”

“Then I’ll pick you up at six? We can walk to the ballroom together!”

“I never said yes, though?��

“Huh?” Nemona’s smile deflates, though she forces it to remain.

“I was joking!” you quickly amend, the expression on her face making you feel awful. “I’d love to go with you. Six works great!”

“Great!” Nemona cheers, her bright smile back. “Okay! I’m so pumped! I’m going to go find someone else to fight! Hasta luego!”

Before you can say anything, Nemona has already zipped away. You can only blink, before a small chuckle leaves your lips.

“Geez, that girl… See you later.”

[hunieday]

Yuki - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: momo

Yuki: please talk to me about anything

Momo: Yuki?! Thank you for your hard work!

Momo: 

Momo: I know you’re composing a song right now so are you stuck…？

Yuki: mhm

Yuki: I feel like im turning into an exhaustion stew

Momo: A Yuki stew, now that’s a new one?! I’d love stewed radish on my plate! 😋

Yuki: Then I’ll turn into a radish now. I’ll even add chili peppers free of charge

Momo: lololol

Momo: I only see you like this when you’re tired…are you okay? I can talk to you as much as you want, but is there anything else I could do for you?

Yuki: right now

Momo: Right now?

Yuki: dr

Momo: Dr?

Momo: Huh

Momo: Yukiiiii, are you okay?😭

Yuki: dri

Momo: Are you making me piece your quiz together one letter at a time?!

Momo: Driver?

Yuki: 

Momo: You fell asleep…was I wrong…

Yuki: you were right up until the v

Momo: lololol I was close

Momo: Wait, is your word “a drive”?!

Yuki: yeah, somehow i want to go on a drive with you rather than talk through rabbichat

Yuki: it’s about time your magazine shoot wrapped up

Momo: Ahhh!!! Right!!!!! That was the plan but…

Momo: We’re waiting to shoot the last images with the sunset in the background, but there are clouds obstructing it…

Yuki: the clouds are holding momo back….

Momo: 

Momo: I’m sorry to keep you waiting, it might be better to call it off for today…

Yuki: i’ll wait for you

Momo: huh

Yuki: i’ll wait for you. I don't think i’ll do anything if i just sit here in front of a computer screen

Momo: Yukiiiiiiii~~~~~~

Yuki: i know

Momo: I haven’t even said it yet!!!!! But the fact that you knew I was about to call you handsome makes you ultra handsome!!!!! >u<😍😆😍💚 

Momo: Haah… and I’m double nervous now because I was staring at a picture I took of you during your idol star costume fitting right before you messaged me 😍💚 

Yuki: hehe, you were staring at me?

Yuki: ah, I haven’t filled the idol star survey yet 

Momo: It must’ve been tough since you have so much on your plate, especially the composing stuff 😭😭

Yuki: What kind of questions did you get?

Momo: Mostly questions about princely stuff 🤔 “have you ever thought about being a prince?” something like that!

Yuki: never

Momo: Obviously! Yuki is already a handsome prince who takes me out on drives 🤴 ✨ 

Momo: There were also questions about whether I read adventure books where the prince fights to save the princess, especially as kids!

Yuki: i didn’t. we didn’t have books like that at home

Momo: I bet a dad like that wouldn’t buy those kinda books! 😆

Yuki: i knew such stories existed though. I thought it was weird to voluntarily go through to such lengths just to save a princess.

Yuki: why not leave it to a strong valiant knight. he has a better shot at succeeding anyways

Momo: That’s right!!!! lolol it would be meaningless to go help then get beat up and defeated 🤣

Momo: But the Yuki I know wouldn’t leave it up to some strong knight, he’d rush to the rescue himself 

Yuki: You think so?

Momo: For the juniors’ sake, you would greet the producers and tell them to “take care of those children”, then you strike a conversation with them during recordings! You’re so cool and dependable！

Momo: That’s the Yuki I know!

Yuki: thank you, Momo

Yuki: If you were the captured one and not the princess, I would definitely come running.

Yuki: So, if you don’t want to put me in danger, don’t keep secrets from me.

Momo: Yuki…

Momo: I’m sorry to interrupt this very heartfelt moment, but the sun is setting!! I’m gonna dash to wrap this up, so let’s talk about this in person!!!!!!!!!!

Momo: I’ll never do anything that would put you in danger, I promise, and I won't let you do anything reckless!!!!

Yuki: you better keep that promise

Yuki: I might not have a horse carriage or tea that’d suit a princess, but I’ll be waiting for you in my own car with momorin for you.

Momo: You are too good ✨ ‼️

Momo: Yuki, you’re the absolute best prince!

Momo: 

Yuki:

[doumadono]

emergency request

depression has been kicking my ass lately and making it difficult to exist and function as an adult. i know you did an aizawa req recently, but i would really appreciate daddy!aizawa (or daddy!gojo) x reader where he's taking care of his babygirl who's struggling with self care tasks. if it's okay, pls don't include food/eating.

tysm <3

A/N: I'm really sorry to hear that you've been struggling with depression lately. It's essential to take care of yourself during challenging times, and I hope these headcanons will bring you a bit of comfort and distraction.

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

AIZAWA

Aizawa, despite his stern and stoic exterior, is incredibly attentive to your needs, especially when you're struggling.

He's a master at reading your body language and picking up on subtle cues that tell him when you're feeling down. Aizawa is typically up late grading papers or patrolling, but when he notices that you're struggling with daily tasks, he makes it a point to be there for you.

He's a man of routine, and he knows that routines can be helpful for managing depression. Aizawa would gently encourage you to establish a daily routine, but he'd never force it. Instead, he'd suggest it as a way to provide structure and stability in your life.

"Babygirl, I know it's tough right now, but let's take care of you, okay? We'll do it together."

He understands that self-care isn't just about physical tasks but also emotional well-being.

When it comes to personal hygiene, Aizawa would be there to help you with things like drawing a warm bath, picking out a soothing bath bomb, and even washing your hair if needed. He'd do it all with the utmost care and gentleness, asking you about your day, and sharing stories from his day as well.

Aizawa takes extra care in washing your hair, massaging your scalp with gentle, circular motions. His touch is both soothing and loving.

"I'm here, babygirl. You don't have to go through this alone," he'd say, his voice low and soothing.

He helps you into comfy pajamas, the ones you love the most, ensuring you're warm and snug.

Aizawa is a fantastic listener. He'll sit with you on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and let you talk or just sit in silence if that's what you need.

He'll encourage you to take small steps toward self-care. Each small accomplishment is a victory.

GOJO

Gojo is the playful and mischievous, but he takes your struggles seriously and will go above and beyond to make you feel better.

He often peppers his words with humor to make you smile. "Come on, princess, let's show this depression who's boss today!"

He'll plan fun activities to take your mind off things. Whether it's watching a funny movie or playing a silly game, he's there to lift your spirits.

Gojo is all about affection. He'll shower you with kisses, hugs, and compliments, constantly reminding you of how amazing you are.

He understands that self-care can be daunting, so he'll break it down into manageable steps.

"How about we start with a bubble bath, and then we'll tackle the rest together?"

He's incredibly patient and understanding, always ready to provide the support you need.

Gojo lets you pick the bath salts and essential oils for your bath. "What scent do you feel like today, sweetheart? Lavender for relaxation, or maybe something citrusy to boost your mood?"

He plays some calming music in the background, creating a serene atmosphere as you soak in the bath.

After the bath, Gojo gently dries your hair and brushes it, making sure you feel cared for from head to toe.

Gojo encourages you to share your feelings and thoughts. He listens attentively, making sure you know that you can always talk to him.

[rinrin-the-shark-teen]

I see your Robin and Steve are platonic soulmates, "we make each other better" and raise you Eddie and Nancy chaotic soulmates "we can make each other worse".

They start to get along while Eddie is recovering in the hospital. She is personally offended by the witch hunt for poor Eddie and starts planning. Her first real interaction with him is after everyone has left for the day, so she sneaks in and immediately goes "I know everyone here is being all love and positive, but i am here for revenge. You in?" Eddie immediately loves her.

They plan for months on how to get back at Jason and his band of clowns.

They really click because they share the same rebellious spirit that no one else seems to really understand. There's a deep anger for societal situations, expectations and morals that just crushes their soul but no one else gets it. They love their friends and they all feel like outcasts in some way, but it is not the same resentment they hurt from.

Nancy defends Eddie with her life, Eddie's own feral dog. Eddie is the same, when disgusting men say shit to her or expect her to submit to them only because she is a woman. He is having none of that and he will slam them to walls and letting Nancy give the last blow. Not physical but verbal. Woman will crush a man's soul. And if later in there are rumors of them having small dicks, then thats just a coincidence.

Her and Wayne love each other from the get go, when she comes in to the trailer and easily greets him "hi Mr. Munson". Wayne gives her a look and goes back to reading "Just Wayne is fine." Nancy doesn't even look at him as she makes her way to Eddie's room "Okay then. Hi Just Wayne" and closes the door. Wayne just smirks and shakes his head. He didnt think he would get another Eddie, yet here he is.

They become the other inseparable pair. They are always together, joined at the hip. They don't share a braincell, they are all Nancy's but Eddie borrows some from time to time. Only to cause chaos. They have full conversations with just a look and it annoys everyone around. So they do it even more.

The best part is when they slowly start noticing the other falling for their respective platonic duo doofus and mock each other for it. "Are you really in a place to mock me, when Steve is your literal ex?" "Yeah well I was a young and dumb" "I'm still young and dumb" "Young is debatable" "Hurtful and unnecessary. Not like Robin is any better" "She uncovered a secret russian code???" "She also is currently sporting a broken pinky and a nice black eye because he tripped on her own feet" "..." "That's what I thought" They love spending time together, just existing next to the other. Nancy studies and goes over homework and assignments. Eddie writes lyrics or just reads next to her. Turns out they both love the same kind of books and its a favorite pastime of them. Just going to the hill, laying on the grass and reading peacefully. No one else gets it, but they dont care. They get it and that's all they need. Eventually, once they all get their shit together, a new issue arises. Robin and Steve are very jealous of their best friends and the amount of time spent with them. This only spurs them on. Steve: Why is Nancy here? Eddie: She set this up? Steve: But you saw her yesterday! Eddie: So??? Steve: So its MY turn today! Eddie: Steve, Robin is literally sitting on your lap.. Steve: Don't change the subject! Nancy: No no, please explain that..

Long story short, let them be best friends. They deserve it.

[goodnightmemes]

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER SENTENCE STARTERS (part two / ep5-8)

❛ Your life will take a complete change of course. Tonight. ❜

❛ Women are the natural leaders of the species. Ancient Egypt had it right. ❜

❛ I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but we have to pull together now, don't we? ❜

❛ Okay, just because the door's open doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat at the table. ❜

❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜

❛ I really didn't want to think it, but...you're all fucking monsters. ❜

❛ Watching you shit on your principles would have been worth every fucking penny. ❜

❛ Why, if it weren't for you, they would all still be alive today. ❜

❛ The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. And I wouldn't wish their sting on anyone. ❜

❛ I don't need nor want to humiliate you, you're doing fine on your own. ❜

❛ Smart girls are only sexy until they don't wanna fuck you, and then they're competition, and then what do you do? You take them down a peg. ❜

❛ Don't have to be smart to be dangerous. I'm not scared of rattlesnakes 'cause they're so smart. ❜

❛ I assume I'm authorized to negotiate on your behalf with this individual? Unless you object right now, I assume I'm authorized to approach these negotiations from a hostile posture. ❜

❛ You're so out of touch with your human side...you can't even listen to anything outside your own head. ❜

❛ You've got to be smart. You have to realize, you can't trust people. Not you. Not anyone. ❜

❛ I haven't seen you sleep in like...I mean, it's been a fucking long time. Like, horror movie long. ❜

❛ You are losing it, honey. ❜

❛ Or maybe I know what's actually happening here. Crazy as it sounds. If all this crazy bullshit is right, then maybe I know how to stop it. ❜

❛ Well, she's... she's quite dead. Isn't she? ❜

❛ Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be. ❜

❛ The world might not be safe but listen to me, and listen carefully. I won't let anything happen to you. ❜

❛ All these terrible things and I thought, that's when people come together. But we've never been further apart. ❜

❛ I expect he's the kind of man you call if you, I don't know, accidentally kill a prostitute and need to dismember the corpse. ❜

❛ I like to think he killed someone. I like to think he's eaten human flesh. I like to think he took a piss on the tip-top of the world. ❜

❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜

❛ Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you? ❜

❛ Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. ❜

❛ It just makes you think, you know, life is so fucking short. ❜

❛ You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❜

❛ Why the fuck would you do that? I'm sorry. Why the fuck would you do that, sweetheart? ❜

❛ You smell like shit and you look like shit, and you're acting weird. ❜

❛ If anybody spoke to me like this, there would be repercussions! You do not get a free pass! ❜

❛ I'm afraid you're ringside for my reckoning, old friend. ❜

❛ I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but...this is really you. Isn't it? ❜

❛ I thought you only existed in the movies. ❜

❛ Words got us into this, words can get us out. ❜

❛ You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. ❜

❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜

❛ You're a monster, you know that? ❜

❛ I don't normally like to get my hands this dirty, but honey, you earned it. ❜

❛ You only ever wanted to be loved by him. You only ever wanted his approval. And it's still no fucking excuse. ❜

❛ I see you now. I look at you and I see... You. The poverty of you. ❜

❛ I don't know you. The man I know, the man that I love could never… But you're not him. Are you? ❜

❛ But I didn't know! Did I? I didn't know who I was dealing with. ❜

❛ That candle will last you an hour or so, then, I'm afraid, you're in the dark. ❜

❛ I find most people have a threshold qualifier. Something or someone they'd be unwilling to sacrifice, no matter how sweet the deal. ❜

❛ The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage. ❜

❛ You feel it. In the air. We're sitting outside of time and space. ❜

❛ This is the moment luck meets opportunity. ❜

❛ In the ancient world, we'd seal this with blood, or spit. And then later, papyrus. But, a deal's a deal all over the world. ❜

❛ We're a... virus, I think. People, I mean. ❜

❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜

❛ I have no collateral. Collateral is leverage. And I won't be leveraged. ❜

❛ I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go. ❜

❛ There is a lot about my job I love. But there are moments like these that bring me no joy. ❜

❛ So I say, we stand tall and proud. Bill's come due. Let's not hide here in the basement like we've got something to be ashamed of. No. Not us. You and me against the world. ❜

❛ It may not have been perfect, but you can't say we didn't change the world. How many people can say that at the end? ❜

❛ I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. ❜

❛ It don't matter in the end why you did any of it. I don't fucking care why you did it. We don't want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. ❜

[maryleclerc]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

quinn hughes x reader

summary: quinn and y/n as a newlywed couple

social media au!

warning: english not my first language, all images credit to owner, i do not own any of these images

reblog, like & follow me for more smau!

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_quinnhughes Today i can finally ask my Y/n to marry me, my one and only love just for you. I love you baby

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y/username I love you too Quintin bear ❤️

quinnhughesfan.43 Gosh so sweet & CONGRATZZZZ

canucks We all so happy for you!

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y/username Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,

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elblue6 Welcome to the Hughes Gang Y/n 🧡

y/username Thank you Mrs Hughes ❤️

lhughes_06 I will be the greatest uncle EVER!

y/username Oh shut up Luke 😂

jackhughes @lhughes_06 No i’m better than you

lhughes_06 Are you sure u Lil Jizzy

kyliejenner My girl is engage now!!! love u two so much!!

y/username Yay finally!!

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_quinnhughes 12/20, my mrs.hughes

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y/username Hi my hubby 😉

elblue6 I remember it’s clear as day, when me and your dad hold you for the first time, its always so special moment with your first born first time being a parents to take care of a newborn and he’s a family man now

_quinnhughes Mom you gonna make me and Y/n cry again

y/n.hughes43 Mom i’m gonna cry

elblue6 I don’t mean to make you cry, me and Jim are so so happy for you both, but we both waiting for my grandbabies

_quinnhughes Me and Y/n will be work on it soon

y/n.hughes43 Hey

quinnntin43canucks I still don’t think she deserve you Quinn

fanofy/nandquinn Couple goal 🎉

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y/nhughes I am now stand here wearing this gorgeous wedding dress and call you my husband, i am the luckiest person on this planet ever exist. Let’s build our own Hughes family together Quintin ❤️

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y/m/n My baby is a women now, so so proud of you and quinn

_quinnhughes I will take really good care of Y/n mrs.Y/l/n

y/m/n Oh Quinn just call me Mom 😁

y/m/n I know you will Quinn, you gonna be a great husband and a great dad too

elblue6 Y/n you are so sweet

y/n.hughes43 Thank you Mom 🥺

trevorzegras Beautiful Bride

_quinnhughes Excuse you? That’s my wife

trevorzegras Wow okay okay Huggy Bear

y/n.hughes43 Aww my Huggy Bear is jealous huh?

y/bf/n You look stunning in that dress

y/n.hughes43 Go and ask Trevor out sis!!! I’m sure he like you too

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_quinnhughes Owner of my heart

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hated.u.y/n He seem so obsess with her, everything, every post is just about her, what she did to him like this

y/nandquinnlovers Ofc, girl you’re just so jealous that Quinn not your husband right? He just about his wife, what’s wrong about that? Isn’t that what husband should do????

ethanblues She’s so fine

j__04 I just wish that i’m her

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y/nhughes Just chillin’ and watching the sunset with my love

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y/dad/n Y/n your mom just got me puppy

y/n.hughes43 No way, i’ve beg you to get me a puppy since i was 13 and you said no pet allow in the home

y/mom/n Sorry baby, i just have to rescue this little fluffy baby golden retriever, someone abandon her on the middle of the road

y/n.hughes43 Can i name her Layla?

elblue6 ❤️

y/n.hughes43 ❤️❤️

_quinnhughes ❤️❤️❤️

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_quinnhughes Baby Hughes is 7 weeks now, see you in November mommy and daddy

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elblue6 Is Y/n have bad morning sickness?

_quinnhughes She is having a bad bad morning sickness, i just don’t know to help her feel better

elblue6 I’ll bring some decaf tea to help her sickness

_quinnhughes Thank u mom

jackhughes So cute already

lhughes_06 That baby will gonna look like Y/n, that would be so freaking cuteeee

_quinnhughes Ofc it’s gonna look like both of us Luke

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y/n.hughes43 Good morning w.41 and 4 days left (!)

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_quinnhughes Things are def growing

trevorzegras Any name yet?

y/nhughesNo not yet, any ideas?

y/bf/n He’s gonna name its Trevor for sure, he told me yesterday 😂

y/n.hughes43 What if it’s was a girl? Trevor too

y/bf/n Yeass

y/u.hughes43 Oh hell nah

elblue6 I’m so excited to meet our first grandbaby!!!

_quinnhughes I’m so nervous and excited to be a dad

y/n.hughes43 You’re gonna be a best dad ever

jackhughes And me, i’m gonna be the greatest uncle

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_quinnhughes Welcome Quintessa May Y/l/n - Hughes, the latest Hughes edition is finally here. Y/n you’ve done a very very great job to bring our baby girl into this life, i’m so proud of you and will never forget all the stage of your pregancy. I will always love you and our baby girl unconditionally.

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elblue6 I always love the idea of Quintin and Quintessa since you tell me her name Y/n

_quinnhughes I love that name too, and Y/n she already chose name for next baby, its will be Quintina..

y/n.hughes43 She’s gonna be a daddy girl

_quinnhughes Don’t be jealous of your own little daughter

[therenaissancedungeonmaster]

Legacy is not Legend of Korra

Was listening to the Teen Talk today (I want to know about SEASON 3 TELL ME ABOUT SEASON 3) and Anthony was talking about like "oh everyone didn't like season 2 as much as season 1, just like Avatar the last Airbender and the Legend of Korra, and I'm okay with that". And sorry to have hard let's play podcast opinions on main but I don't think of it as a Legend of Korra; I think of it as a TAZ: Amnesty.

And the thing in my opinion about TAZ: Balance and TAZ: Amnesty is that Amnesty was better. I know this will be controversial but I genuinely think this is true. TAZ Balance was, while amazing, also consisted of Griffin McElroy pulling together a fantastic finale out of his ass from the irreverent gaffs and bits his brothers and father had been making for 30 ish episodes. Without that hard work and railroading on the DM's behalf, Balance would've become disjointed and aimless. This is fine, this happens, but it means that TAZ Balance is not the pinnacle of the show that many people make it out to be. Yes, it's what a lot of people started with, but the nostalgia often time overrides what it actual was, which was an insane disjointed ride that was brought together by the power of a DM's storytelling ability, not a masterpiece.

By season 2 of both shows, the players knew what they were doing from the gate, they had an established interpersonal dynamic, they made sure the world was set up before starting, they were still riding an emotional high while also cognizant of their problems the first time around. Which resulted in a season that - while chaotic - was consistent and focused from the start. This is not the same with TAZ Balance or Odyssey, because those they spent 20-40 episodes getting their improv/TTRPG footing, resulting in a lot of bits and goofs that, while funny and great for engagement, resulted in egregious detours and tonal dissonance. By season 2 of both TAZ and DnDads, they know enough to know what bits and goofs will hurt the story and characters, and therefore how to interact with them.

Yes, I will say that Legacy did not have as clean as a plotline than Odyssey, but I do think considering what Anthony and everyone else was working with, and the story they had decided to tell, that was going to happen. It was a hard sell from the beginning. And despite that, and despite all the dropped plotlines and Hermie dying and being forgotten, it was still pretty damn good, and a worthwhile addition to the series. And even if it wasn't, the players enjoyed it, and that matters a lot more than if we the audience think it was the best storytelling ever, because when it comes to let's plays like this, the game can exist without us the audience, and still give value to people's lives, it's just the creators' lives not ours. It's cool we get to watch, but we are not the goal so much as in other story telling mediums.