#like don't get me wrong i loved scaled and icy

[bisexual-ashe]

OH WE ARE SO BACK

[thebettermoon]

Chapter 1 : Runaway bride

Eiser Grayan x BlackChubbyReader

Warning : Very minor mentions racism , fat-phobia and bullying

Chp2▪︎》 Masterlist

Eiser had no interest in someone known not to meet the standards of high society, someone who operated in the shadows and wasn't a great "look" for him.

The plan had been for Younger Sister Serena to fit perfectly, but since her strong rejection of the idea, you were the next best thing to gain control of the hotel.

That fateful morning, your wedding day, the day he would whisk you away to "love" him. You bolted!

You managed to sneak around the courthouse, but guards blocked every exit. You followed your trail as you ran into the gardens, a last-ditch attempt. The walls were tall, but manageable. You gathered your dress and discarded your expensive shoes. Walking through a freshly watered flower bed, you realized you needed a head start. The weathered stone walls were perfect to climb, but too tall to scale in under a minute. Considering she had been gone for over an hour now and I am sure your family has probably been able to break the toilet door down to see in their horror she had jumped out the window.

You readied yourself, pushed down your nerves, and calmed yourself. You just needed to push hard to get halfway.

"Is there a problem, ma'am? Why are you here?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!!

You were so close. Now some guard with a condescending tone thinks he can stop you by snooping around in others' business.

You turned around to confront the guard trying to get him to leave, but you were instead shocked. He wore an all-white suit with gold accessories, was tall, a good foot or two taller, with pale pearl skin, jet-black hair, and a blank expression, but most striking were his piercing blue eyes. It didn't take an idiot to know all that equaled to a Grayson, aka my future husband if I don't start moving.

"I think you got it wrong, sir. I am just a maid." Your voice creaked as you slowly walked backwards, but he followed you.

"A maid in the very expensive wedding dress I paid for and not on my wife, that's a new one." A deep chuckle came before he leaned in so close, his breath was fanning you.

His expression was blank but still intimidating as if he couldn't care less if you were was killed on the spot.

"I understand you're scared, but this is not the way you confront this reality that we are getting married." Eiser leaned back to show his full height, giving some much-needed space.

"I am scared too, but seeing you try to run up a wall at just the thought of marrying me is making me feel wayyyyy better." Eiser cracked a wide smile and leaned back to let out a deep laugh. He smiled... Is this man a Grayson or an imposter?

In my state of shock, Eiser walked around to get my shoes, cleaning the dirt off and came to kneel in front of me. He touched my ankle with his icy fingers, snapping me back to reality.

"I was able to convince everyone to let me search alone for you, but they are going to come after me too. If they see you like this, they are going to know what happened. Good thing the dress isn't a mess at all."

He lifted up my feet and slipped my feet gently into the heels. He unintentionally sneaked a hand up my thigh to steady me after going to the next foot. My skin shivered as he squeezed it slightly. I don't know what is happening and how he is so nice. Every time I heard of the Graysons, it was anything but human, know one of them were on their knees to someone like me...

He stands up yet again. He eyes analyse with a pleasing look at his work untill he met my eyes. Sieltly reassuring me this is fine and... i beleve him. I know that if he can be this understanding and comfort maybe their is a chance to be close in anyways that 2 people in a contract marriage can be but still need

"I know this is scary. Marriage will always will be like that and with a stranger it is even worse but..." He takes out his hand , urging to take "when I first saw you I knew that I was willing to make it work and I hope i am of worthy of your the time , space , mind and... body to make it work" He takes

My breath was caught in my thoart. What was happening? This man was being eerily so nice to me but at the other hand having someone so willing to work this tough from the start and to make it more bearable from the start made we feel less scared about this.

I take his hand , showing him my willingness to trust him but still now shakening the feeling that this is wrong

Chp2 ▪︎》

[darlenicy]

1, 3, and 26 for the character ask game for Darcy!

thank you <33

My first impression of them

As I said in the ask about Icy, I don't remember my first impressions on Winx or the characters. It's like it has always been a part of my life. What I can remember ist, that I shipped Darcy and Riven very early. Already as a kid and before I kinew what shipping actually is. They were the couple I found the most interesting and I loved them interact. In Germany we had a children anime magazine which didn't only feature animes but also shows like Winx. In one issue one could vote for one's favorite anime couple and I filled in the form with Darcy and Riven. But I never sent it in.

3. A song that reminds me of them

And again I have to go with driven because the song that immediately comes to my mind is Getaway Car by Taylor Swift. So iconic. If I had to pick one only for Darcy, I'd again look back at my childhood and the early years of YouTube which had at least 2 videos with Darcy and the song Angel of Darkness.

I know a lot songs that give me Darcy vibes though. Here is another example: Pretty in the Dark by Ellise

Relax It’s only magic

I want All the power and the pain I’ll love you in the flames Just tell me that you're mine

I’ll be your beautiful obsession Center of attention That’s just what I like

Run through your veins Got your heart to keep Calling my name Get down on your knees

I’m cold as ice Get what I like Won’t stay till morning cause I am the night

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most.

I think this is whenever her true self shows through the illusion she gives of herself. Darcy is seen as a shady and devious character whose power's sources are illusions and the psyche of her victims. She knows how to dissimulate her true intentions and she comes off like the calculating queen of darkness. But sometimes her mask slips and we see that she is a vulnerable character who hides her fears behind her powers. This can be seen for example in 1x8 where Darcy shows concern for Riven who is about to have an accident because of that helmet. It can also be seen in 2x11 where she tries to make Icy put the feather on the scale because she is afraid, it might be the wrong item and doesn't want to be punished by the scale's power. (Icy looked through this of course because she knows her sister) Another scene is in the 2nd movie when the Trix take over the Tree of Life and Darcy is shown to be unsure and a little afraid of what might happen to them. She plays cool but is actually a careful overthinker and these scenes are only some examples.

[icy-watch]

Look at Mozhi, getting Wukong alone in some grey place, wearing his clothes, the scarf, the fillet. I LOVE MOZHIIIIIIIII-!!! HOLY- LOOK AT THAT BANGER SCENE ICY. Like, when I first heard the Classic Hero Speech from Wukong, this guy is always just BARELY HANGING ONTO THE NARRATIVE. He doesn't do this. He cannot escape the curse of fictional mentors. He has a deep profound sadness within him AND IT GETS CALLED OUT. You're a secretly depressed monkey. the pure mockery Mozhi throws at him!! for trying to be like one of them!! the AUDACITY to be twirling around the fillet!! the punctuated emphasis and hardness to Wukong's words, no WONDER Mozhi didn't think Wukong believed himself, like ellooooo I relate to that so hard aha, the motivational speech when you're losing it yourself on the inside. but the fact that he tries, THE FACT THAT HE TALKS ABOUT THE PAST THIS IS SO EVIL OF THEM UGHHH. some of it is kinda cheesy too, like by the book comfort, but the fact these words are coming from THIS GUY and voice acted LIKE THAT *shakes screen* AND THEN WHEN HIS OLD COMPANIONS COME ON SCREEN DEVASTATING!!! AND HE GLOWS "I won't let some curse bully me or my friends a second longer." HE CALLED THEM HIS FRIENDS. also don't think we didn't notice the deflection there bud. some honesty and heart here tho! Do you think Mozhi is foreshadowing S5? that MK goes whackamonkey on us and he needs to get sealed/fillet by his friends for his own/the world's good? because it sure could be! the foreshadowing is strong whenever these shenanigans are on screen + if you remember Shadow Play haha, a certain future-hearing monkey painted this exact scene with MK rising in his monkey form. Which I think he did in the pilot too. so it would be "the past" this is the present. and then there's the "future" where this also happens. dang, got all 3 sets of ears covered for this happening! "Then prove us wrong." hehe, "us" being Mozhi and MK. Prove to yourself that what you deny about yourself is true. This power, won't bring chaos. You can use it to save people? Do it. ALSO NOTE: If you remember Minor Scale. There's this quick whisper of "no wait, stop. what are you doing." when MK goes to destroy the Trigram Furnace. Its...his inner voice, but MK has always had trippy whispers and instinct. Perhaps actually...its Mozhi? The curse really is just MK's inner voice given form.

Hmmmm

[chaoticgood-munson]

🎵💿 discography tag 💿🎵

Rules: pick an artist or a band and share your favorite song from each of their albums, then tag some mutuals!

thank you for the tag @princess-josephina!

No pressure tag: @mybffjoe @ghostinthebackofyourhead @icallhimjoey @pinkrelish @word-wytch @choke-me-joey

Artist: Twenty One Pilots

This band has been there for me in a lot of ways

Album: Self Titled - Taxi Cab

This album is heavy with religious theme due to Tyler (the singer and song writer of the band) struggling with his faith in his life when he was younger. I'm not a very religious person and don't interpret this song that way for myself. It makes me think about going off on your own for the first time and dealing with the crippling anxiety of it all.

Album: Regional at Best - Kitchen Sink

When I first heard this song it made me quite emotional because I felt seen. The lyrics that really get me are "nobody thinks what I think" because, growing up, it was incredibly frustrating to me when my family would force words into my mouth as if they understood what I was thinking. Especially when I later opened up to them about my depression. It later felt like they would try to relate and make it about themselves rather than helping me. But then the final lines "Leave me alone, don't leave me alone" is what does me in because I started to push them away and not ask for help but, fuck, I didn't want to be alone in what I was going through.

Album: Vessel - Migraine

I started not to feel so alone when I first heard this album. If you haven't listened to it, please do. I have seen this band live 6 times now and every time they play this song, Tyler yells to the crowd "Is anybody out there?!" but that's besides the point of why it's my favorite. My favorite line from the song is "But I know we've made it this far, kid." and that gives me the motivation to keep going. I've made it through 26 years of life, why not live through more?

Album: Blurryface - Not Today

This song is about confronting your demons, your insecurities, your depression. When that monster tells you, "Not today", you push that aside and prove them wrong. This entire album is about taking that demon face on, fighting them, and winning.

Album: Trench - The Hype

I love this song a lot. It's hopeful. It makes me think of the people I hold so near and dear to my heart, especially with the lyrics "Nice to know my kind will be on my side, I don't believe the hype" but it's spoken from a younger version of yourself. And so it makes me think of the friends I lost but also about the journey I've been stumbling through to get to the point I am at. "No I don't know which way I'm going, but I can hear my way around."

Album: Scaled And Icy - Mulberry Street

I've talked about this song before in a previous post a while ago, but I will talk about it here. This album means everything to me. Along with the band, this album had essentially saved my life. But this song is all about acceptance in your struggles and not letting them weigh you down. I love a lot of lines in this song, but the one I love the most is "Keep your pills, save your breath, and don't ever forget"

I know this was a lot. For those that end up doing this, please don't feel like you have to put in the effort as I did. Music just means a lot to me and I love telling people about the things that make me happy

[nextinline-if]

How would RO's react if MC is such good prankster that even Margaret can't understand it? One day they overhear Viv asking MC why wouldn't put as much effort into their studies like they do pranking to which MC responds "I like to focus on the importan things. By the way I think I saw something under your desk." Would they intervene?

Would they intervene? Let's see...

Margaret: Of course she would intervene. Needs to keep her boss happy! She would have already disarmed/ruined whatever prank you had planned and you wouldn't realize until too late. Later that evening she would say, "Apologies, darling, but those pranks are beneath you. I have a few ideas of larger scale ones..."

Felix: Felix would not intervene but he would grab a glass of wine and a snack to watch from afar. The Queen's reaction to whatever you're doing is sure to be entertaining. Later that evening when you ask him why he didn't help while Vivian chased you through the hall, he responds, "What would you have me do? I'm too hot to get beat by your mother, love. Don't you agree?" You do, begrudgingly.

Constantine: Constantine would run interference and throw the Queen off your tracks. All those years at war help him withstand her icy glare. Later that day, he'd chuckle along with you as you recall the chaos you caused. "You're going about this wrong, my love. We need to pin your pranks on James."

F: You're joking, right? There's no way they're getting involved in your mischief. Well, that's what they told themself until you came bounding into the library and gave them puppy dog eyes. How could they resist you? They hid you until your mother cooled off and then laughed softly. "Are you trying to get me exiled?"

Discord | itch.io | Ko-fi | Tag List

[erimeows]

Con x minibot reader has been quite fun. What would happen with Blitzwing? Sfw or NSFW, your choice (but if NSFW, please nothing too spicy)

I gotchu, friend! No NSFW for this one, don't wanna spook ya. Headcanons below the cut <3

Blitzwing doesn’t have too many convictions or really an allegiance like some of the others do, so he doesn’t have the same moral dilemma that the others have.

He just exists for the most part, it just so happens that there’s no being neutral in a world where there’s only Decepticons and Autobots, and you have to join one or the other or you’re persecuted by both. Due to his circumstances with all three of his personalities in play, the Decepticons were the easier choice since they wouldn’t judge him as much for who he was, even if they were a bit morally dubious- he didn’t mind that, even.

Being in Megatron’s good graces works out for him. He gets to take out his feelings on those who would persecute him if they were to have power, he has a good career, he’s in a very stable position in life, and he’s made friends in Lugnut, Megatron, Shockwave, Blackarachnia, and even Starscream.

Overall, he’s content, even with the chaotic adventures on earth.

You’re a tiny little thing, but unlike some of the other Autobots, he doesn’t hate you when he meets you, even if you’re weak. You don’t have that entitled, self-righteous, judgmental air about you that the other ones do, but he doesn’t love you right off the bat or anything either.

But, he can’t deny that he pays a lot of attention to you when he sees you, nor can he deny that he sees you doing the same to him.

You two start performing small services for each other without realizing it, even in the heat of battles between your factions.

For example, one time, you fall off of a building and Blitzwing, in his jet mode, catches you and flies you back down safely to the ground before anyone can see before demanding you tell no one, setting you down, and flying away. 

Another time, he overhears the little yellow Autobot ragging on him for having his multiple personalities- harmless jokes that he’s used to by now, but they’re annoying- only for you to cut him off and chew him out; “He may be a Decepticon, Bee, but that’s inappropriate! You have no idea what he’s been through or why he’s like that, what if he was just born that way? It’s not something he can help, so don’t make jokes about it. You’re better than that.”

He may or may not develop a little crush on you after hearing you stick up for him, something that no one has ever done for him before- not even his Decepticon comrades.

One night, he needs some time away from the underground base and flies to a local skyscraper in Detroit, landing on top and transforming back into his regular form, only to be interrupted by the sound of something- or, someone, scaling up the length of the skyscraper.

“It’s you!” You cheer, oddly excited as you join him on top of the building, fearlessly walking up to him and peering up to meet his dust rose optics with excited blue ones. “I finally caught you alone, Blitzwing, I- I know this is sudden, but you just... Seem different from the others. I’d kill to talk with you privately, y’know- learn more about you, and... Let you learn more about me, too. I’ve always wanted to, but the others have always been around so I’ve just never gotten the chance. I like you... I like you a lot.”

“What, you think I’m nice or something? That’s priceless!” Random laughs at you before his face changes, and at that, you blink in surprise, but don’t flinch away like most others would when you’re faced with an angry red.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into with me, do you, little Autobot? You’re bold to assume that I’m going to go soft for you!” Hothead yells and bends down to get in your face, only for you to caress his helm in your tiny servos.

“I don’t want you to go soft for me. I just want to know more about you. Is that so wrong?”

His face changes to Icy.

“I suppose not,” He murmurs and looks away, pale blue cheeks dusted pink. “If you want to know me, then I’d like to know you as well. Stay for a while.”

And so, you do, the both of you sitting on top of the skyscraper and staring up at the night sky, telling each other your pasts, stories, fun facts, hopes, and dreams until sunrise and starting what would be a weekly tradition between the two of you.

[98prilla]

Abductions, Past and Present

Previous

Next 

AO3

Bit of a lighter chapter, this time, but the next one is gonna be a bit rough. I’m real low on motivation right now, so long term projects like this one are just hard to write at the moment. It’s gonna be slow, folks! One shots are easier for my brain, so expect those while I procrastinate. 

...

He jolts awake, shaking off the tail end of a nightmare, heart racing as he tries to place where he is, eyes locking on the bed, on the form of Roman sleeping peacefully, and his chest knots tighter.

 “hey kiddo.” He tenses a bit at the voice, eyes shooting up to Feathers', flinching back a bit. “it's ok, bud. Can you drink something for me?” his throat feels like it’s closing up, but he nods, letting Feathers hand him a cup. He doesn’t know what's in it, why he's still here, but he's not going back on his deal. So he steels himself and takes a swig of the liquid.

 His eyes widen. It's… water. Cool, fresh, sweet, water. He closes his eyes, taking another, slower drink. God, it’s amazing, he hadn't realized he'd forgotten what actual water tastes like, but it's somehow the most beautiful thing in the world.

 “easy, buddy. Too fast and you'll get sick.” He opens his eyes at hands gently taking back the mostly empty cup. He keeps his eyes down, hands in his lap.

 “Can we get some food in you, kiddo?” He nods again, letting Feathers guide him off the cot he'd been asleep on, barely wincing at the touch, biting back a hiss. The whole time his eyes never leave Roman.

 They settle on the other side of the room, a small table and three chairs around it, which makes him stiffen even as he slides into the seat.

 “I brought breakfast. Is he awake?” His eyes fly to the door. It's Naga. “ah, he is.” Naga answers himself, a small smile flitting across his face, coming to sit at the table, sliding a bowl in front of him and Feathers, before he sits down with his own bowl.

 It smells like oatmeal of some kind, slightly cinnamon and sugary, and he can see fruit mixed in. Fruit. Just the thought nearly makes his mouth water, but he holds back, waiting for permission as the others begin to eat. He doesn’t know if this is another test, he won’t fail so easily if it is.

“Go on, kiddo. Eat up!” Feathers voice is light and cheery, and that's all the invitation he needs. He doesn’t care if it's poisoned, he decides with the first mouthful, nearly crying at the taste of sweet, warm, actual food. The next bite has a pop of sweet citrus and he can’t help letting out a small sound as he savors the flavor. It seems all too soon the bowl is empty, and despite being full he wishes for more.

 Full. The ever present gnawing of hunger that he had nearly gotten used to is absent, he feels almost strange, without the ever present pangs of emptiness.

 “Feeling better?” he nods again, eyes locked on Roman, missing the small frown exchanged between the two beings.

 “kiddo… you can go see him.” Before the words are fully out of Patton's mouth, the human has vaulted out of his chair and is perched on the edge of the bed, hand entwined with Roman's, the other stroking his hair, murmuring softly.

 Janus clears his throat, and instantly, the human freezes, an expression of pure fear on his face as he pulls away from his brother, sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap, eyes downcast. Patton lets out a soft breath, looking to Janus for guidance.

 He doesn’t look up at the sound of wood being pulled across the floor, seeing Naga out of the corner of his eyes, settling in the chair from the table, about a foot away from him.

 “My name is Janus. I’m a Naga. My home planet is Chaemera. I was taken when I was six. My venom is very potent, you see, and gold scales very rare. Individually, they’re not all that strong. But when crafted together on fabric, mimicking their natural placement on my skin they are nearly impenetrable. I’m told they also make fine jewelry. They’d pluck them. Then wait for them to grow back in, and do it again. It hurt, obviously, but I thought this was normal. Just how things go. Until the ship was boarded. And I was freed, taken in and helped to heal in all manners of the word, by Logan. He made a mistake, keeping you two apart, not telling you what was happening, but he means well. He isn’t the most socially adept. He never meant to cause you the fear and pain and stress you underwent at being kept apart. And I am swearing to you now on every scar on my body and soul, that you are safe and I will fight to the death anyone who tries to put you back into that fucking cell.”

 Remus stares at Naga, Janus, with suspicion and hesitancy, searching his face for any sign of a lie, for any sign of cold cunning or icy curiosity, finding none. He can’t decide if that puts him more or less at ease. He wants so badly to believe him, but he can't. He can’t because if he believes it and he’s wrong he will do something he'll regret, something that leaves Roman all alone.

 “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to. You’ve been hurt really bad. We want to give you whatever it is you need to help start healing. It doesn’t matter if that means you ask us to leave right now and not come back, or if you want to talk. We won’t be angry, we won’t push you for anything, this is all at your pace. You control this. You can come and go as you please, we can drop you off somewhere, if that's what you want, you are free to wander the ship. Nothing here, none of us here, will hurt you.” He looks at Feathers, whose blue eyes are wide and filled with warmth and sadness and kindness, and he lets himself let out a ragged breath, pulling his knees to his chest and shaking, rocking back and forth, relieved, breathy sobs escaping his lips.

 “oh, kiddo. Can… can I hug you?” Feathers asks hesitantly, and before he can second guess himself he nods. He barely flinches, his innate response to touch, but Feathers immediately pulls back at the small sign of discomfort. Which, really, convinces him more than anything else has, because none of his captors would ever have the empathy to playact a motion so innately kind.

 “no… don't… please…” he heaves out, and instantly, those arms are back around him, wings wrapping him in warmth and sky blue softness, and he folds into the embrace.

 “There we go, buddy. It's ok, let it all out, it's ok.” The touch burns at his skin, it feels too hot and too much and too close, the pressure around his back, where the palms rub circles feel aflame and his brain can't process this because touch equals pain, but this is so gentle it's agonizing in an entirely new way that he never wants to end.

 “M-my name is Remus. His is R-Roman. I tr-tried to k-keep him safe, it w-w-was never en-ough I was n-ever enough…”

 “Shh, baby no, you did so good. You did. You kept him safe. You kept him alive, you did it, you did it, baby. You’re out, you got him out. You’re so brave.” Feathers lets go as he shifts away after several long minutes, tear streaked, but lighter, so much lighter, than he can ever remember being.

 “I can… I can stay, with him?”

 “Yes. Of course, yes.” Janus answers, the thought of separating them again causing a flash of pain across his face.

 “ok.” He whispers, voice hoarse, careful as he slips under the covers, curling tight around Roman, so he can feel every inhale and exhale, can feel the steady beat of Roman's heart. He smiles as he feels Roman let out a soft sound, melting into him.

 He's exhausted. He hasn’t slept, really slept, in days. He feels the covers being gently tucked tighter around him, the warmth and heady sense of safety impossible to resist as his eyes slip shut.

 “sleep well, Remus. We'll be in and out to check on you two, ok? If you need anything, just call. If you’re up for it, I'll give you a tour of the ship later, so you know your way around.” He nods, mumbles something affirmative.

 “thanks, Feathers.” He mumbles, slipping into a restful, soothing sleep.

 Patton turns to Janus, eyes aglow, a bursting smile on his face.

 “He called me feathers! That's adorable!” Janus sighs good naturedly, steering Patton out the door.

 “I heard… Feathers." He laughs at Patton's squeal, rolling his eyes but letting himself be drawn into a hug.

 “Are you okay?” Patton asks, pulling away, not missing the flash of something across Janus's face before his mask of smooth confidence slips back on.

 “Of course, darling. I’ve had years to move on, it’s certainly fine.” He dismisses, walking away down the corridor.

 “Jan. I know it must bring back unpleasant memories-"

 “It's fine, Patton. I’m certainly not reminded of my own fragile state when looking at them, I definitely don’t hate playing the spy to get on board those ships, and I’m certainly looking forwards to doing it again!” He shouts, regretting it instantly as he slaps a hand over his mouth, stumbling back against the wall.

 “Janus-" Patton hates the cool mask of calm that slips back on, eyes going dim and distant, looking past him as he straightens.

 “As I said. Everything is just fine.” Then Janus has slipped inside his room and locks it tight, something he only does when he's getting stressed, usually after night terrors or a triggering encounter.

 “Jan? It’s alright to be not alright. I’m leaving you alone now, since you want space, but if you wanna talk ever, my door'll be open.” He hesitates a moment, as he hears a slide and thump, no doubt Janus sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor. “and I know you'll over think it, so I'll say it now, I’m not mad, or hurt, that you yelled. I love you.” He pulls away from the door, slowly, staring at it a moment longer before shaking his head, heading to the common area. Maybe Virgil would be there. He was likely wound up, too, and they could both use some company.

 He didn’t hear the very faint, very whispered “I love you too" that escaped Janus's lips at the sound of his retreating footsteps.

…

He's surprised to find Logan in the common room instead, the distant look in his eyes telling Patton that he was deep in his mind, a form of meditation, almost, that helps the Straevion organize his thoughts and information. But Logan should have been sleeping, not delving through his memory.

 Well, there was nothing to do but wait. Startling him out of it was more damaging and disorienting than nearly anything else, and it was a sign of great trust in his companions that Logan felt safe enough to do this in the living space, where anyone could stumble upon him, completely defenseless and vulnerable. It warmed his heart, how much faith Logan had in them all, and his feathers fluffed up before resettling. A small shuffling from the couch alerts him to Logan ‘waking’, and he smiles softly as Logan lets out a soft breath of air, silver eyes dilating and meeting his.

 “hey.” He says softly, noting Logan’s ramrod straight posture, his hands steepled in his lap.

 “Greetings, Patton. How may I be of assistance?” Whew, if Logan was falling back into his purely formal mode, he must really be upset. His race were generally stoic and formal, showing emotion a sign of weakness, but Logan had long since opened up, though it was still difficult sometimes for him to find the words to express what, exactly, he was feeling. But Patton is more than patient, and more than willing to help Logan express himself, lighting up at any small shred of emotion Logan shows, knowing how much trust it takes for him to share any sign of feeling, every twitch of the lips, any small snort of laughter, any tears or twinge of pain, each one was a tiny gift.

 “Preen me?” He asks, instead of any of the other questions he wants to pepper Logan with, knowing he won’t answer any of them honestly if he’s this wound up. Logan hesitates, but nods minutely after a moment. Patton smiles, settling on the floor, wings stretched out behind him. After a moment, he hears Logan follow suit, and he shivers at the gentle touch on his feathers, closing his eyes and letting out a happy hum at the ever gentle, careful contact.

 “If you’re out here, I’m assuming everything went adequately when he awoke?” Logan asks, voice still even, hands not hesitating in their careful straightening of his feathers, but Patton can sense the tension underneath.

 “They did. He’s sleeping now, real sleep, poor thing. He trusts that he’s free, too, though that may come and go. His name is Remus. The other is Roman.” He feels Logan nod, absorbing the information. He let the silence linger, letting Logan organize his thoughts.

 “I hurt them.” He says finally, his hands never stopping their steady motion, voice still dangerously flat. “I made a grave miscalculation in my ministration of care and failed to recognize the obvious signs of stress and grief acting upon Remus. I failed to see his signs of aggression as anything other than just that, when it is quite obvious that he was, in fact, in pain. At the very least I should have updated him on Roman’s condition and seen how he reacted.”

 “You could have. But we both know that being kept like that for as long as he was can easily lead to madness. It was perfectly reasonable to be warry, given his behavior. He hadn’t even spoken, we didn’t even know if he was cognizant. I wouldn’t have thought he was, until his outburst at me.”  

 “Do you know what it was he said, before Virgil burst in?” His voice is strained now, on the edge of cracking, and Patton softens, tilting his head back to look at Logan’s face.

 “I don’t, Lo. I’d hoped you’d tell me, once you were ready.” He sees that small twitch of Logan’s lips, and he smiles, drawing his wings in and turning so he’s kneeling face to face with Logan.

 “he said that keeping them apart, letting him think that roman was dead, was the cruelest thing that’s ever been done to him. and the worst part is… I think he’s right.” Instantly, he’s wrapping his arms around Logan, pulling him closer with his wings, as he feels his stoic friend shaking.

 “you can cry, Lo. You know I won’t tell anyone, if you do. You know it’s ok.” He murmurs.

 “I don’t deserve to let myself feel, after what I did.”

 “No, Logan, no. That’s not how this works. You are entitled to your feelings. The fact that you feel guilty and miserable now proves that you understand you did wrong, that you didn’t mean to hurt anyone, and I know you will do everything you can to earn their trust. To prove to Remus you deserve his. I know you have mine, Logan. Always, always, you have mine, plumana.” He replies, using a term of endearment native to his people. Logan relaxes against him, finally, his tears quiet and slow against Patton’s chest.

 “Have you been up, this whole time? It’s been nearly two days since Remus passed out.”

 “Couldn’t sleep. I… tried but without physical touch I found myself unable to relax enough for my mind to settle.”

 “Awww, Lo, that’s so sweet!” He can feel Logan blushing, his entire skin faintly glowing with it. “now, let’s get you to bed, Plumana mine.” He whispers, brushing back Logan’s dark hair, softly kissing his forehead.

 “You don’t mind staying? Just until I fall asleep.” Logan asks as Patton gets to his feet, helping pull Logan to his.

 “I’ll stay as long as you want, Lo.”

[dovakhiindrabbles]

Have you done anything for J'zargo or Kharjo, or even Derkeethus yet? IDK if it's even within your flavor spectrum, so you totally don't have to. But if you are ok with it though; maybe surprise us with a little story that involves 1 of them? 😻 Whatever prompt/story idea you want, I'm just really wanting to read something about 1 of them in your fun style!

Uh, hot take but the fact that I can’t marry Kharjo still upsets me a little to this day. I don’t entirely get why you can’t marry any khajit characters in general honestly, but that’s why I’m here – so I can write a fic where you can marry him

Anyways, I’d be super happy to write this prompt for you! I only hope that you have a marvelous day and enjoy!

———————————————————————————————————–

Someone had left you nightshade.  

It happened one foggy morning where mist brimmed on your skin and only the songs of a few wayward birds alerted you to the rising of the sun.  

You stretched your limbs and let out a yawn before slipping on your scattered boots and a heavy overcoat, the autumn chill thick in the air. You tipped back the flap of your tent to creep outside when the sight of a peculiarly bright purple caught your attention.  

It was nightshade – the deadly flower used in all sorts of poisons and venoms – a herald for danger in the stories you heard as a child. Even now it lingered in use of summoning the Dark Brotherhood – perhaps the most resonant symbol for difficult times.

A knot ensnared in your throat and whatever air was in your lungs vanished at the very sight of the sickeningly vibrant violet petals.  

“Oh gods…” You whispered with a suddenly shaky voice. You glanced around hurriedly, anything could’ve been lingering in those bushes and trees. “Gods, we need to leave!”  

You scrambled from your shelter and to the tent beside you where your companion, Kharjo, slept, flinging back the tent opening with eyes as wide as saucers, fear plastering your expression.  

Kharjo was already awake, sharpening one of his daggers when you arrived. His ears pricked up attentively and his pupils filled in grand inky circles – a smile tinging at the end of his lips.  

“We need to leave…!” You huffed out through your clenched jaw. “We need to need now!”  

Kharjo wrinkled his nose in confusion and leaned forward as he saw your evident panic. His hand clasping your own, gentle and soft, would’ve soothed your worries most any other time – but then, it only propelled your fear.  

If something happened to him… you wouldn’t know what you’d do. The very thought made your blood run cold. Your very lip began to quiver.  

“Slow down,” Kharjo squeezed your palm, his fur warming your snow-touched skin. “What’s going on?”  

You swallowed hard and ushered him out, your companion easily towering over you like a pillar to a fern. You pointed to the soft purple plant at your tent, almost annoyingly idle.  

“Someone left nightshade outside my tent,” You exclaimed. “I think the Dark Brotherhood o-or someone is after us! It’s too dangerous to stay here.”  

Kharjo’s ears drooped in an instant. His fur puffed out in embarrassment and even his tail swept sheepishly at the ground. “I… are you s-sure about this?” He rubbed the back of his sneck, biting the inside of his cheek.  

“What do you mean?”  

You were already bundling all your things together, even taking apart your tent in your urgency. This wasn’t something you were willing to wait for. “What else could it mean when someone leaves you a deadly plant?”

You shot up and pieces of your things scattered from your grip. You stifled a series of bitter curses. “I-I mean the damn thing is used to summon the dark brotherhood for their contact killings!”  

“Oh fuck-” An idea popped into your head that made you lose your grasp entirely. “What if it’s a threat? What if someone is going to send the Brotherhood after us?”  

Kharjo appeared to crumple further and further within himself. He couldn’t bring himself to move and though he’d never admit it, the fearless mercenary nearly forgot to breathe.  

“I ah – I think we should talk…” He took a few weary steps to you as you knelt down in some feeble attempt to collect your items once more.  

“We can talk once we’re on the move,” You spoke in a slurred mess of worry. “You should start packing!”  

“No, I shouldn’t,” Kharjo sat down beside you, his eyes so utterly drenched in color that softened alongside his voice. “because nothing is wrong.”  

You stopped to gawk at him in confusion. “Kharjo, I know we can take on anyone – we’re a good team but I’m not willing to take the-”  

A bit of quiet laughter slipped from Kharjo. “I never thought the Dragonborn would be so easily frightened.” His ears perked up and his smile couldn’t help but almost gift you the same.  

Ever since you’d met he’d had that sort of miraculous effect you hadn’t found with any other. Like a scale you both balanced one another out just so from the very moment your both intertwined as a stranger willing to listen to the stories of a simple caravan guard.  

You wrinkled your nose and a bit of indignancy bubbled to the surface. “I-I’m not scared for me!” The shroud of pride melted away as your shoulders sank and forced your nervous eyes to meet his own. The weight and worry pooling in your gaze as solid as stone. “I’m scared for you – of losing you.” You bit your lip, your words caught in tremors. “I-I can’t stand the thought – I don’t know what I’d do if… if I lost you…!”  

A few tears slipped from your eyes and trickled down your cheeks. Almost frantically, Kharjo raced to wipe them away, his fingers still brushing your face. “You’re not going to lose me! I’m fine, you’re fine and…”  

He swallowed hard, mustering a sheepish confession as his ears fell back against his head.  

“I… left the nightshade.”  

You heard the words but they didn’t quite process through your head for a good few minutes. However, once it did, your jaw nearly dropped.  

Like he’d spoken a foreign language your expression twisted into one of absolute bewilderment.  

“You… you what?”  

Kharjo’s fur puffed out in alarm. He scrambled for the flower still settled before what once had been your tent. He grasped it in his paws and unfurled, allowing you to see in the early sunlight.  

“It’s not what you think!” he urged. “I swear!”  

He folded his lips and frowned as he studied the petals like one may with a jewel. “In my home… it is a gift for loved ones – for protection – it’s to tell someone you care… that you…” He glanced away, red creeping to the bare tips of his ears. “you love them…”  

A period of silence passed between the two of you, two hearts, both beating with the strength of a pounding drum within your chests.  

Kharjo took in a sharp breath and wrinkled his snout with a suddenly hurried, embarassed tone. “B-Besides, when we first met you brought something precious to me, my amulet! I only thought I should return the favor.”  

He pushed the nightshade into your open palm, both of you hesitant to let the other’s hand pass your fingers.  

“I just want you to be safe… and know I lo-” He thought better of himself. “I care for you very much.”  

Everything about him eased in an instant – speaking just above a whisper. “I’m sorry I caused such a fuss, I truly did not mean for it.”  

He rose from his spot beside you and mindlessly began to collect his things, smiling faintly. “But as long as we’re ready, we may as well get back on the road. No use wasting daylight!”  

As if you could actually focus on packing now. Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and heat rushed to your face – to say the least, you roughly resembled a strawberry.  

You could barely pay attention to a single thing other than that silly Kahjit and his even sillier gift.  

It was without foresight, fragile, and ridiculously dangerous.  

But you loved it – more than words could describe and with simply all your heart.  

And you adored Kharjo.  

So, with as equally little foresight as your companion, you lifted yourself up, leaned down beside him, and pressed a chaste, gentle kiss to his cheek.  

Kharjo’s fur exploded outwards in what one could only describe as a ‘poof’. He whipped his head to you a gawking gaze and thinly lined pupils.  

You beat him to the first word.  

“I love you too.”  

He reached crazily for a sound – any coherent sound he could possibly respond to you with. It took far longer than he liked to admit.  

“Y-You… love me? I-I mean as I love you?” He sputtered a few nervous laughs. “N-Not that I’m saying I love you in a certain way! W-We could always forget this whole morning happened if you mean-”  

“I love you exactly as you love me,” You simpered. “I’m just sorry I don’t have a flower for you to show it.”  

Kharjo smile dso wide it must’ve hurt, pulling you into an embrace so tight and so tender in had no place in the icy tundra of Skyrim.  

“It’s not necessary. You are more than enough.”  

[mvsas]

Musa's Chat, June 2, 2005.

admin says:Hello all, welcome to our chat room.

admin says:Glad everyone could join us today.

admin says:Musa will be our guest today.

admin says:Everyone here is really psyched to get to meet her and chat with her.

admin says:I hope you all are too.

admin says:Musa is here now, she's just going to log in.

admin says:She's asked that we refrain from asking her any personal questions about her family.

admin says:It's a sensitive topic for her, so please everyone please respect her wishes.

admin says:Welcome to our Magix chat Musa!

Musa says:Yo!

admin says:we're so excited to have you here.

Musa says:It's great to be here!

Musa says:Thanks!

admin says:I'll open the floor to questions now. Lauren, go ahead.

lilhaert14 says:y do u like reven

Musa says:Hi -- well -- I totally crushed on him this last year

Musa says:y'know - the bad boy rebel 'tude

Musa says:it kinda got me -- but I couldn't get a read on him

Musa says:and I am kinda thinking of giving up on him y'know

WinxKitty5 says:Hi! What is your favorite color?

Musa says:I think Red totally rocks!

Tgirl725 says:Musa, Who is your best friend at Alfea?

Musa says:Well, I hang out with Flora and Tecna a lot

Musa says:don't get me wrong, I think all of the Winx club are my bestfriends - but I'm tight with Tecna and Flora

nicole2005 says:what type of music do you like?

Musa says:I love all types of music, really - but the thing that gets me groovin' is an awesome beat

Musa says:beatboxin' and hip-hoppin' make my day

pokemonpetz says:wats ur favorie magi spell?

Musa says:I dig using my subwoofer blast!

Musa says:I think it is one of my best ones!

rockin-CJ says:Musa do you think I have Winx too?

Musa says:Yeah - totally! Everyone has some magic inside them. It's what can make your dreams come true!

Dreamer13 says:What's your favorite thing to do (besides listening to music)?

Musa says:Umm.... I like to hang out with the Winx

Musa says:but I also dig dancing, and I like to do yoga and meditate

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:what is your favorite animal

Musa says:I dig dragons -- I think they're way cool

admin says:I like Lions! {smile_smiley}

Musa says:though some are pretty hot! - hahahaha!

Musa says:Lions huh?

Musa says:Yeah - they're cool!

chibimoonemem says:Do you like the site and how it works so far?

Musa says:I love it! I think it's pretty awesome - and I love the boards.

Musa says:I really like seeing what everyone is thinking about

Musa says:and I like how so many people have made friends...

Musa says:and I think Lauren and the Mods are doing a rockin' job!

Catrina says:What's your fave food?

Musa says:sushi!

Tgirl725 says:Musa, I play the piano without lessons. Do you think that is cool!?

Musa says:Totally! I think that's a great way to develop musical talent

Musa says:A lot of really good musicians can play be ear...

Winxgirl112692 says:Musa, Do you think the witches have gone to far trying to steal Bloom's Dragon-fire and Stella's Solaria ring?

Musa says:Man -- they're always pushing the boundaries

Musa says:I really wish they would cut it out -- but they're so hooked on getting more power for themselves - I don't know if they'll ever stop!

spunky4444 says:what is your fave insterment

Musa says:Well -- I like most of them (as if you didn't guess that!), but I have a set of pan pipes that are kinda like my lucky charm

Musa says:and I like the drums too - I've got a little set in my room that I take down and play a lot

silkdog8116 says:what do you like more flying or walking

Musa says:Flying is way cool - but it can be more tiring than walking - so I think I'd say walking

blue_magic_duckieHey there Musa. Do practicing your jams ever bother the other girls?

Musa says:well they used to -- I mean when I get into it - I just let it rip y'know

Musa says:but then I learned some cool soundproofing spells....

Musa says:they made me a lot more popular with my roommates

princess_nova777i think your the best fairy! i love making winx books! you usaly are the star! {typing_smiley}

yasminbratz says:When did you get to Alfea and how did you find your powers?

Musa says:Well I came to Alfea for my freshman year

Musa says:as for my powers - I've always had them.

Musa says:Every one of the royal family had magical powers, so I got mine just by being born

Musa says:I didn't think about it a lot until I met Bloom

Musa says:who had no clue she had Winx...

Musa says:I'm glad I've got Winx though

WinxKitty5 says:Do you like beatingthe witches? Do you feel sorry for them?

Musa says:Well -- I have to say that it is great to keep my friends safe. But man, you gotta feel sorry for someone who can't figure out better things to do with their time....

popular christina says:is the head teacher still scary

Musa says:Ms. G?

Musa says:Yeah - she's downright freaky - especially if she catches you in the halls after lights out!

Musa says:Eep!

iamsassy says:who is your fav is your fav earth singer?

Musa says:I'm just learning about earth music right now

Musa says:again, thanks to Bloom - I've been thinking about earth a lot more

Musa says:I think there are some really good ones - but I don't have a fave... yet!

WinxKitty5 says:Musa, Is Alfea hard, or is it just like a regular school?

Musa says:well -- I'm not sure what Earth schools are like, but there are some classes that are pretty hard.

Musa says:But I know that's what makes it a good school -- they push us because they know we can do it,

Musa says:and that it will make us better fairies

chibimoonemem says:Have you ever been to Earth?

Musa says:No -- not yet -- but I think it would be pretty cool. Maybe I'll get to go this summer

genenedp says:Which witch do you think is the meanest??

Musa says:Icy really gets under my skin -- She thinks she's all that - but man -- she's just sad

storm19 says:what is your favorite claas

Musa says:I think transformations really rock.

Musa says:I love being able to become something else for a little while

dark evil gurl says:wich witch do u think has 'more style?'

Musa says:Well -- likie I said - Icy is not my favorite - but I do have to admit that she is pretty stylish - though Darcy is not far behind

blue_magic_duckie says:What's your favorite thing to transform into?

Musa says:well -- as a kid I used to transform into a cricket all the time.. and I still like doing it

chibimoonemem says:What did you think of the other girls chats?

Musa says:I thought they were pretty awesome1

Musa says:I know everyone was nervous before they came to the chat - but they all said it was very cool

Musa says:and that everyone was really nice, and pretty supportive

Musa says:that makes it a whole lot easier

GirlsRoc333 says:What is it like being a princess?

Musa says:It's cool -- like I always say - Royalty Rocks!

lovetoshop78 says:who's you're fave teacher?

Musa says:I'd have to say WixGiz - I think he has a pretty good sense of humour

yasminbratz says:What's your favorite season?

Musa says:I think every season has something good about it... I do love summer and hangin by the pool

admin says:Just a reminder to everyone that Musa can't answer everyone's questions. We'll do what we can. Just keep asking good questions.

rockin-CJ says:Musa do you think everyone has Winx?

Musa says:Yeah - I do -- I think a lot of people don't realize it

Musa says:they have no idea of what they can do until they try

Musa says:the important (and very hard) part is believing in yourself!

Chandra says:What's your fave song Musa?

Musa says:'Make or Break' by the group Fresh Magic -- do you get them on earth?

Musa says:They are cool

B-L-O-O-M-R-U-L-E-S says:What advice would you give a girl who's parents are in a divorce?

Musa says:man -- that's totally hard

Musa says:I think that it is important to know that it's something about them -- and not about you...

Musa says:and I know people say that all the time, but it is really true. It doesn't mean that they stop loving you.

Musa says:I also think it's important to have close friends to talk to - and talk to your family - 'cause even if they don't live together -- they're still on your side

kattymac says:what's your fave thing in magix?

Musa says:The Tower at the top of Alfea ... oh and I love the lake

winxgirl 818heay musa! do you share a dorm room with any of the winx girls

Musa says:Yeah -- I room with Tecna

Musa says:and she's pretty cool to live with

Musa says:she's pretty neat

yasminbratz says:Did you ever get in trouble at Alfea, Musa?

Musa says:oh yeah -- we totally got busted for coming in late after my birthday party

Musa says:Ms. G caught us and we had to do the whole school's dishes!

Winxgirl112692 says:Do you ever get annoyed with Stella?

Musa says:Yeah -- sometimes. But I mean - even your best friend can get on your nerves a little some times.

Musa says:It doesn't mean that I don't still like her.

Musa says:and I'm sure that I make her mad too

Musa says:I know I'm no picnic

chibimoonemem says:Are you a neat freak or super messy? Or in between?

Musa says:I think I'm in between.

Musa says:Though rooming with Tecna -- it makes even a little mess seem huge

Musa says:Now there's a neat freak!

Dreamer13 says:How was your B-day?

Musa says:It was really great! We had a terrific time!

rockin-CJ says:Musa do you think Brandon is Cute?

Musa says:Yeah -- I think all the guys are cute in their own way.

Musa says:But I'm not about to go after my friend's guy though!

rockin-CJ says:Musa I think your great

Musa says:Thanks -- that's totally sweet!

yasminbratz says:When is your B-day?

popular christina says:i forgot your birthday musa u maybe hate me by now

Musa says:It's in May -- the 10th -- so it just passed

Musa says:Hey no prob -- I don't expect everyone to remember my birthday!

Musa says:Though I have to say that the party on the boards was really sweet! Thanks

Winxgirl112692 says:On a scale from 1-10, what would you rate Riven on the cuteness scale? {tongue_smiley}

Musa says:Ok -- I think he's like a 8 --

Musa says:he would be hotter - but I take a point off for the indifferent attitude

Musa says:and almost no one is a 10 -- so he's right up there on my scale

Musa says:I haven't ever met a 10 in real life

sheatabb says:What is your fave drink?

Musa says:Gotta love the smoothies in the summer

Musa says:I think they're my all time fave

Musa says:I dig healthy stuff and also like doing my own juices

Musa says:Flora and I have come up with some really awesome recipes

b>rockin-CJ says:i like strawberry smoothies

Musa says:Yeah - strawberry ones are great

Musa says:I like pina colada ones too

princess_nova777 says:i luv ur smoothies from the fairy insider

Musa says:Thanks -- They're some of our faves too!

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:musa have you ever been to hawaii

Musa says:no -- I haven't been to earth -- but I have seen some pictures and it looks awesome!

Musa says:I think I'd like it there

chibimoonemem says:Can fairies catch the flu? Or other stuff like that? (I did)

Musa says:Yeah -- we get sick just like everyone else

Musa says:Having the flu is awful!!!

Musa says: There's a ginger juice that I make that is aawesome for the flu

princess_nova777 says:musa, u have good karma all around u

Musa says:Cool!

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:musa can you sing

Musa says:Yeah -- and I do it a LOT!

MagicQt13 says:o u mean ginger ale

Musa says:Oh -- actually it's a ginger carrot apple juice

rockin-CJ says:Musa I need glasses and Im embarssed

Musa says:oh -- don't be embarrassed -- I think they look totally cool!

MagicQt13 says:hey glasses are not to bad i had them and to think i am a goth most times

Musa says:And Stella says they're a total fashion statement

yasminbratz says:What's your most embarresing moment?

chibimoonemem says:I have glasses and they're fine.

Musa says:Ummm ... Well -- I was on a roller coaster once with this guy I had a crush on -- and I had too many slurpees and cany apples before I went on....

Musa says:well -- I was a little freaked out...

Musa says:and I went to scream...

Musa says:and (I'm sure you can see where this is going)

Musa says:And I hurled all over!!!!!

Musa says:It was totally gross -- and probably my most embarassing moment!

winxgirl 818hey musa what would you say 2 girls who are afraid to get braces lik me

Musa says:Don't worry about the braces -- I know lots of people who have had them

MagicQt13 says:I HAVE BRACES!!!!

Dreamer13 says:Braces aren't that bad. I've got them now.

Musa says:it's not so bad --

GirlsRoc333 says:ME TOO!

Musa says:In fact they get to have elastics and they can pick the colors on them

Musa says:so it looks really cool

princess_nova777 says:i need braces i want red

Musa says:they even do different colors for the holidays

Musa says:it's cool!

GirlsRoc333 says:Musa, do you know how to cook?

Musa says:Yeah -- I can cook -- I have a few favorite recipes

Musa says:Like enchiladas....

Musa says:I like things that aresimple to make

blue_magic_duckie says:Musa, do you like having Kiko around? Does he ever get into things? (I'm sorry to ask questions more than once, but I can't tell if they are being seen. My computer is a bit off today)

Musa says:Yeah -- Kiko is cool! He's pretty sweet and also kinda funny-- I think Flora had more trouble than I have ever had

Musa says:but I don't have a garden in my room either....

Solaria550 says:Musa,What kind of food do you not like?

Musa says:ummm... I'm not totally into escargots

Musa says:You know -- French for snails? Uhh... I just can't get my head around putting one in my mouth

chibimoonemem says:What's your fave flower?

Musa says:Sunflowers and black eyed susans -- I just think they look really neat

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:musa tell bloom and tecna and stella and flora and kiko i said hi and my name is alexis

alexis~anime~wave~~~~ says:bye musa musa i will miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ahhhhhh omg i love you

Musa says:They'll all be reading this later -- so they'll see everyone who was on and assume that they said hi

winxgirl 818yo M! whats your fav color?

Musa says:Yo -'sup? Red really rocks my world!

sheatabb says:What is your weakness?

Musa says:I uh.... I have a bit of a temper...

chibimoonemem says:I can restrain myself no longer. I must know. (You know what's coming admin.) Have you ever taken a look at the Starbucks thread?

admin says:There she goes again with the Starbucks thread. ;)

admin says:I love that thread!

Musa says:yep -- saw it! Thought it was a dangerous place to be....

Musa says:and I thought I had a temper!!! LOL!

mewichigotomboy says:have you gone on a date with riven

Musa says:sadly - no.

Musa says:I mean I'm not sure that he's that into me...

chibimoonemem says:You know you love me admin! {laugh_smiley}

admin says:That I do

princess_nova777 says:do u have some camoflage capris?

Musa says:yeah -- I left them at home though. I should have brought them to Alfea

Musa says:they're my fave pair

princess_nova777 says:do u think that this site is kool?

Musa says:Yeah - it ROCKS!!!

yasminbratz says:What do you like more pants or skirts?

Musa says:I think pants -- but skirts can be cool too

Musa says:it's just that pants are a little easier to sit and lounge in

Musa says:at least for me

princess_nova777 says:camoflage is my fave thing since my brother in law left 4 2 whole years {flush_smiley}

Musa says:wow -- that's a long time!

Musa says:I hope he's back soon!

dragonfire_girl says:Musa I'm alot like you except for some differences. my hair is short snd is always in pigtails that sick up on my head. My friends tease me about them.my style is the same as your's and I love music. I listen too it all the time.

Musa says:that is cool -- you know that they say everyone has a twin somewhere -- maybe you are mine!

GirlsRoc333 says:Hey Musa!! What's your favorite flavor of Ice Cream?

Musa says:Tiger stripe!

Musa says:by far!

admin says:Sorry everyone, we're out of time. Musa needs to leave now. We have time for one last question.

Musa says:yeah -- sorry I gotta bounce! so One last one!

jethechidna says:Are you excited about next year?

Musa says:Yeah- I'm looking forward to it. I just hope exams go okay...

Musa says:I'm a pretty good student, but sometimes they have really hard ones y'know.

admin says:Thank you Musa for taking the time to chat with us.

Musa says:Thanks! This was really fun

admin says:and thanx to everyone for coming out and making this another great chat.

chibimoonemem says:Bye Musa!

princess_nova777 says:bye!

Princess TruBye {bye_smiley}

Musa says:see ya! I think you're all da bomb!!!

Bailey8546 says:Thank you Musa.

SolariaPrincess says:Bye Girl!

Musa says:*smiles and dances out of the room!*

Musa says:*waving*

admin says: Keep your eyes open on the website to see when our next chat is and with whom.

[3000isthenewinfinitynow]

The song Tony sings to Morgan every night

You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum

Pumpy-umpy-umpkin,

You're my Sweetie Pie

You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop

Snoogums-Boogums,

You're the Apple of my Eye

And I love you so

and I want you to know

That I'll always be right here

And I love to sing sweet songs to you

Because you are so dear

Tony thought the world looked a little different at night.

Calm,almost inviting... like he could just drawn all his sorrow there,calm down his brain for once.

He doesn't like staying at home when the moon is bleeding red.

Morgan loved the night too. Liked to peer through the window of her treehouse at the endless sky,at the reflection of the stars in the lake. The smell of lily heavy in the air.

She had the whole night ritual thing memorized since.... forever? From the beginning to the end.

First they will share their secrets of the day.

And one common aspect is those secrets can never be told to mom. Like that time daddy took her to their "secret treehouse" in the middle of the night cause it was full moon.

They successfully came back without getting caught by mom.

But then...she really, really wanted to have some juice pops before going to bed and that's how mommy caught them in red,no, juice- stained hands.

Today's secret was a big,big one though.

But daddy didn't reveal it till the very end.

After tucking her in to bed dad simply started singing "their song"

Morgan loved his singing voice.So,she didn't interrupted him.

"You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum"

She didn't know if it was just her or if his voice really seemed catchier than other days.

"I love you so and I want you to know"

Or judging by how small his voice is

may be they should have icy juice pops in the middle of the night less often.

"That I'll always be right here"

Okay, change of plan. May be not in the midnight. Never in the midnight.Because he sounds like he's about to cry...And Morgan hates to see him cry.

And no body knows,not even daddy,that she has seen him cry more times than they both would like to admit.

He cries in his sleep. About someone hitting him in his chest.Hard. Sometimes he will clunth his chest painfully. Other days his stomach. Sometimes he dreams he is falling, like there's not enough air.

She knows he'll never admit. And she doesn't make him.She gently lays down with him.Hugs him as tight as she can.

He always reaches towards her by blind instincts.He knew her touch,the sound of her footfall. He even knew her breathing patterns.

Though she had no words, she murmured lovingly and he understood her gentle murmuring better than all speech.She would throw her arms round his neck; she would rub her cheek against her father's.

And it would always calm him down.

She thought may be she needs to do the same thing this time.

She hopes it will work.

"And I love to sing sweet songs to you"

She threw herself in his arms and finished the last line together.

"Because you are so,so dear"

He hugged her tight and didn't show any indication of letting go anytime soon.She was more than happy to oblige.

She doesn't know how long they stayed like that.Then daddy cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

Which was another part of their night ritual. She almost forgot. Well, almost.

Then he surprised her and kissed her forehead. Again.

Okay,that was definitely special. But not abnormal. He tends to do that.

On those days, when she stays specially a good little girl.Every year on her birthdays.Everytime she achieves something new.

Or,when he has one of those bad days.

And sometimes just because...she thinks this kiss falls into none other than the "just because" category.

But then something astonishing happened.

He kissed.Again.

Whoa. That's crazy.

Her eyes go big like the saucer and she shoots those big brown eyes to another identical pair.

As soon as their eyes met it was as though she could guess his anguish of spirit from his quiet look of sadness. Coming closer to him, she rubbed her cheeks softly against his arms, and in dumb, puzzled fashion tried to comfort him.

Finally couldn't being able to hold it anymore she cupped his face in the same way he does whenever she wakes up from a nightmare,then looked straight into his eyes and said,"what's the big secret daddy? what's wrong?"

He looked shocked at the surreal amount of maturity in her voice and for the first time in his life,tony stark was...speechless.

"Uhh, what are you talking about, little miss?You are with me,see?what can be wrong?"

But if anything,it just bluntly declared to her that something was indeed very wrong.

"Daddy,what is it? I promise I won't tell mom."

He looked at her as a stricken doe looks in the hunter's face, whispering in silent agony,"umm,bussiness trip... there's this business trip daddy needs to attend..."

"But I thought that boring stuff was for mommy..."

"Well,you know what, Morgan? For someone so little you really captured the meaning of life..."

"Just send mommy to do it, she is bored anyway...yesterday I found her glaring at a cat,she claimed she was practicing 'the eyebrows' "

"God,I feel bad for those employees..."

"How did you do it,dad?"

"Huh, don't ask me.Nightmare,pure nightmare...Sit stotic all day.Look professional. All mannerism.No you can't touch that. That is mehegony. Make any shenanigans,and poof...you are dead....how about you just let me live and i don't know may be climb a tree or build a tree house and all that..."

Morgan chuckled and Tony willed himself to capture that sound deep,deep inside his memory.

"Give yourself some credit,dad.I wish to be as genius as you"

"Twelve percent?"

"Geez,no,aim higher"

"Okay,on a scale of 1 to 3000 because three thousand is the new infinity now how much credit should I give myself?"

"How about three thousand square?"

"For so long, I thought that's going to be my life.And now I think, ‘Oh, my God, me and the missus will be here until the grandkids attend our funerals. We’ll always be here. We’ll never move from here. Crazy."

And that's when the reality of what Tony just said sinks into him.

It's true. He doesn't wanna move.He doesn't wanna...live. After all of these...he...he... just...

He doesn't want to think about tomorrow.

For a moment, just for a moment,he let his emotions run wild because...

just because it feels so good.

Too good to be real.

He wants to live in this moment.

For and ever.

He just blurted out his wildest dreams even though it was about to get ruined.

Just like everything else in his life.

All his life he has been thriving for a place,a place where he can go,a place where he belongs,a place where he is...loved.

And now that he finally has it...no,he can't think like that.Not now.

He takes one look at his daughter,

who was trying to suppress a smile as soon as it emerges but the hopes were sipping through her eyes.

And he...he wanted to feel it.

One more time.

"So you are not going then?we,ahh, --we can finish the Lego set tomorrow. And pizza, movie nights...And mom,she can practice her glare on them,those are for moms,my dad is--"

"A mechanic?or better yet the dishwasher-man? But I have to tell you,for the record, these dishwashing stuffs are really underrated, Morgan,where are you--"

Tony watched as she went to the closet sprinting leaving him to anticipate what crazy idea came to her head this time, God,she really was a lively thing,handful sometimes,and,boy,did he love her?

"Ironman," Morgan,or should he say ironman,emerged from the closet,with the mask and repulsor gloves ,"my dad is ironman,earth's best defender, the strongest avenger...", she said moving her hands anematically.

She pointed one of her gloves at him and giggled ,"Boom!"

Tony pretended to drop dead.

She tiptoed near him, touched his face,her hands were bare now,the repulsor gloves were abandoned on the floor.

"Dad?" less than a whisper,so small.

Tony decided to play a little hard. Didn't move, didn't budge.

And everything went quite for a while,Tony wondered what she was up to this time.

Next thing he knew it was raining down on him.Little raindrops fell down on his face.But was it raindrop though?

Cause last he checked it was summer and even if it rained he was inside his house.

Little did he know there was a little cloud hanging in his house. Yes, his sunshine has turned into a cloud. All because he was an idiot.

"Hey,shh,hey,hey,hey, I thought we were playing?"

A nod. Too engrossed in crying to manage a reply.

"I'm so sorry. Did I scare you?"

Affirmative."itw'sl'k---"

"Okay,breathe,take a breath,kiddo..."

"It was like---"

He didn't push her to say anything.

"One of m-mm...you,ahh,"she stuttered over her words, growing frustrated, finally growled," my nightmares, it's like new York,w'rmhole,y..'ou,...,'nd ,and that man telling to shu...tttt, shut it,the portal" a hiccup, "and then...youuuu,you fell,eyes closed...I..."

Tony didn't want to hear anymore.He too had nightmares about it,still raw as ever,still real,but Morgan?she shouldn't...why would she have nightmares? she's just a little girl,his little girl,she should dream about nice things... unicorns and rainbows and all that...

And,and may be about candies too...

not that he ever knew what childhood dreams feel like,never experienced them firsthand,cause his childhood was...yeah,less than ideal,but why would anything like that touch her ever?

"Okay,fetch up,who was it?Who told you?"

"Miss Amenda...our history teacher"

He didn't need to hear anymore. Of course,it was part of history. Of course, Morgan is shown live footages, it's was a pretty big deal,alien invasion and all...

He was going to ask why she never told him anything about it but she spoke first.

"Daddy?"

"Yes,dear?"

"Please don't ... go?"

And he knew she was not just talking about the ,uhh, which he decided to call "Bussiness trip" ; but it was beyond that...

"Sure," a fake smile. A pair of teary eyes.

When we express our thought in words, the medium is not found easily. There must be a process of translation, which is often inexact, and then we fall into error.

But brown eyes need no translating; the mind itself throws a shadow upon them. In them thought opens or shuts, shines forth or goes out in darkness, hangs steadfast like the setting moon or like the swift and restless lightning illumines all quarters of the sky.

And in that moment, Morgan knew he's leaving. But his eyes screamed that he didn't want to,she could feel it in her bones.They why?For a genius,she was an idiot.

"Ahh, Morgan... actually,I ...truth is..."

"Is that why the bland looking grandpa came?to take you away with them?The one who looks like a bird just flew away with his sandwich?"

"Yeah,yeah,if you ever feel dumb,not that you ever will,you are the brightest girl,most genius girl I know..."

"Daddy's girl..."

"Ah,yes, let me finish it...in case you ever feel blue just remember that crap-tain american-a once tried to choke a robot"

That made Morgan go pikachu and Tony misinterpreted that as wonder.

Morgan came closer to him. If that was even possible. She came near his ear,her voice barely a whispered,"Is that cap...is he," a pause, "the one?....Is he the one? who hurt you?with that sheild?"

And for the second time in that night, Anthony Edward Stark's throat was full of cotton.

After several attempts he gave up trying to talk and just focused on breathing. Yeah, breathe, that's important, that's priority,but...

"Morgu-u-u-na, H- o-w?" It seemed like he was learning those three words for the first time in his life,"You might want to stop doing that. I am just a man with heart condition and all. And I didn't know until now that I was raising a little Sherlock Holmes all along"

Morgan looks instantly taken aback, like she wanna take back her words..."Did I make you sad,,, I am sorry... I'm..."

"No, look, no...you didn't...if anything you, Morgan? look at me,yeah, look at me,"

He pointed his fingers at her and said those next words one by one, "YOU.DID.NOT.MAKE.ME.SAD....ok?OKAY?

But daddy needs to know, Morgan? How did you know?"