#notice how they’re all from the 1st game? yeah

[romacrunch]

ace attorney fans have three (3) jokes:

almost christmas

2. updated autopsy

3. parrot

and that’s about it.

[periwinkla]

haha I’m back again haha-

If there was one thing you could change about the ace attorney story what would it be?

Personally it would be having the gap between where Phoenix and miles were in contact be a lot shorter. Because sometimes people forget Phoenix kinda stalked miles, they knew eachother for like a few months when they were 9 years old! So it is kinda creepy that Phoenix just stopped everything for him because he “looked sad.” The thing is we don’t even have confirmation that Phoenix tried contacting him. It would also make more sense if they were constantly talking to each other and it just stopped. Phoenix would have a better reason for the going into law school for a friend then “hE wAs sAd.” It’s honestly insane that nobody actually questions this for more than a minute! Like yeah, it’s the ace attorney universe. But are you telling me that no one thought “oh my god that is absolutely insane you need to talk to a therapist!” Anyways tell me what you think!

Haha hello again, anon :) (a few SOJ spoilers for the 1st paragraph) I don't think I would change any major event, but... I think I would change the way Trucy's relationship (or lack thereof) with some characters is depicted. Apart from the final SOJ scene with Edgeworth, it feels like Trucy doesn't have much of a relationship with the first trilogy's characters. In SOJ Maya doesn't mention her at all, even though it would make sense to have a dialogue with her asking Phoenix how his daughter was doing.... so maybe, if I were to change any part of the story, it would be for Edgeworth to notice she stuck in his suitcase a bit earlier so that she can take part in 6-5 at least. What she was even doing throughout the whole mayhem still baffles me... please don't tell me she was in the suitcase the whole time... I understand your point, although at least for me it just represents a character flaw & relationship flaw, and I find it interesting. I don't think it's something that's ever treated as a 'normal' decision in-game, either (Maya is flabbergasted when he tells her the reason he became a lawyer, for example). It shows how easily he gets attached to people and obsessed with saving them. It's an actual problem he has as a character. Also the class trial sells to me the narrative that Phoenix was a bit of an outcast in childhood (he had only Larry as a friend which is also mentioned to have had a not-so-good childhood).  And in such a circumstance there was this one person to stick out for him so vehemently. Then he sees that same person - someone he saw as a hero - in a newspaper depicted as a demon who would do anything for a guilty verdict, and he can’t accept it. Phoenix does this to an extreme degree, but he does everything in his life to extreme degrees, really. And it seems like to him, as long as he gets to save people, nothing is a big deal. Like ‘yeah this is just a thing I need to do to save that person’. It’s no biggie to change life paths to save someone, it’s no biggie to swallow a necklace, it’s no biggie crossing a bridge on fire, it’s no biggie adopting a kid at 26 when your life is in shambles. I like that Phoenix and Miles’s relationship is not an idyllic love story thing. Phoenix’s tendency to get too attached, obsessed, and fixated on saving people is one of his character flaws, which is something he needs to work on. Miles’s tendency to self-isolate and do everything by himself contrasts with that and they both need to learn from each other, really. Both are incredibly unhealthy. What drives this point home is 2-4 for me, because Phoenix makes Miles’s death all about himself, like it’s somehow his responsibility. When it really isn’t. Miles had to take some time for himself and figure himself out. It’s the way he did it that was wrong. They’re both wrong here.

By the way Phoenix confirms he tried to contact him, we just don't know the 'how'. I suspect he may have just phoned/sent something to the Prosecutor's office, but who knows. Miles didn't reply, regardless. Unless he sent like, dozens of stuff to the Prosecutor's office, I wouldn't define that as stalking; he also never even tries to be in his vicinity if not in the courtroom. By his logic, he only can get through to him via the law, after all. By showing him and reminding him what Miles himself taught him as children. That's why he became a defense attorney and not something like... I dunno, a detective? Would have been easier to talk to him if they worked together, no? But that wasn't the point. He wanted to inspire Miles to go back to being the person who inspired him when they were children. That's my understanding, anyway. (also I like to consider the fact that the whole Dahlia fiasco reminded him of the feeling of being accused, but I'd ramble so I'll stop here... there's a lot behind his decision to become a lawyer) I do think it would have been nice if they had at least a few more months together as children though. In the game it’s ambiguous when the class trial takes place (and the JP school year starts in April) so initially I had thought they were friends for something like 8ish months… but in the anime it’s set in September. To me this may imply that Phoenix didn’t have a nice childhood either; maybe it wasn't tragic, but he was lonely enough that he hanged on the memory of those 3-4ish months because those were his most precious ones. It’s… sad.

P.S. Sorry if I rambled too much anon, I tend to overanalyze stuff.

[all54321]

Underneath the Moon (Scar POV)

Grian POV

I tried so hard for a clever title for this, but struggled so much. But some of my workshop titles made me think of “Dear Fellow Traveler” so… I just went with it.

Neither of them speak about remembering what happened until after Last Life, where they learn that Ren remembers, who gets them to tell Xisuma. They soon learn about Scott and craft the theory of the 1st and 2nd placers remember. So Pearl gets dragged into the group immediately after Scott remembers Double Life.

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Scar isn’t sure what to make of his dreams last night. They were horrorific, but oh so real. Is that what they went through when they vanished? He saw Impulse soon after leaving his house that morning, after he regained his composure, he looked and acted normally.

Scar found reasons to encounter most of the others from the game. That are in Hermitcraft anyway, he doesn’t know how to find the others.

Either they’re great at pretending or don’t know. Was it just a dream?

He tries to go about his days after normally, but things just feel wrong with his knowledge. He doesn’t know if he should tell everyone, or if they were better off not knowing.

He thinks back to Grian, who was his partner in crime, who stuck with him through everything, who he betrayed, who killed him in turn. Scar shivers, remembering his last death. He can’t really blame Grian, it’s not his fault, it’s the fault of whoever put them in that game.

As much as he hates what happened in that ‘game,’ he misses many of the moments he spent with Grian. Just them, together, no one else. He sighs wistfully.

Thinking of the avian made Scar realize he hasn’t seen him in days. He’s been too wrapped up in what he remembers that he didn’t notice that he hasn’t seen Grian since.

Scar exits his home and looks around the Boatem clearing and, just like it has been the past week, Grian isn’t around. Mumbo is however.

He hurries his way to Mumbo, trying to not look desperate. “Hey, Mumbo, have you seen Grian around lately?”

“I… have,” he starts hesitantly, “but only a couple of times recently, and every time he’s extremely skittish and finds some reason to leave. I’m worried about him but he always leaves before I can ask what’s going on.”

“I haven’t seen him recently at all, it’s worrying,” Scar tells him. It’s unlike Grian to just vanish like this.

“Are you talking about Grian?”

Scar jumps as Impulse suddenly joins them. Mumbo nods, “something feels wrong…”

“I haven’t seen him around much at all, it’s like he just vanished,” Impulse tells them. “I only know he’s still here because I occasionally see him around, but he’s always gone before I can even think of approaching him.”

“Have any idea what’s bothering him?” Mumbo asks, looking at them both, clearly anxious.

Scar gets a sinking feeling in his chest, is he not as alone as he thought? He needs to find Grian.

“Scar?” He startles as Impulse speaks, both him and Mumbo looking at him with concern. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just wondering what’s wrong with Grian.” It’s not exactly a lie, but it sure feels like it is. He can’t tell them, can’t let them know.

~

The moment he can, he excuses himself from the conversation. There’s one surefire way to confirm if Grian remembers without asking.

It takes him longer then he wants to find the flowers, picking a handful of each. With a nice bouquet of lilacs and poppies, Scar returns to Boatem.

By the time he lands, the sun is setting. He lurks around Grian’s starter base, trying to hide, he has to return to sleep, right? Both Mumbo and Impulse have seen him, so he has to at least be nearby. Scar just hopes he hasn’t missed him.

Just as darkness settles around Boatem, Grian suddenly lands right in front of his door. Immediately going to enter his house. “Grian!” Scar exclaims, faux cheerily. He can’t just dump his worries on him right away.

The avian flinches, staring at Scar with wide, panicked, eyes, one hand still on the doorknob. “Uh, hi Scar!” He responds, smiling widely, as if trying to hide his nervous step back as he lets go of the door handle. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and his wings are slightly spread as if he’s about to take flight.

Scar closes most of the distance between them, still leaving some space to not make Grian panic, the hand holding the flowers behind his back. “Haven’t seen you around lately, what have you been up to?” He tries to keep his tone casual, to not scare away Grian. He just needs to find a good way to give him the flowers without it being suspicious in case he doesn’t remember.

“Uh, just working on some stuff,” he replies vaguely, taking another small step back, like he doesn’t want Scar to notice. His eyes flicker to the hand behind Scar’s back but doesn’t mention it. Grian seems to be looking anywhere but at Scar’s face.

“Like your mega base?” Scar offers.

“Y-yeah!” He agrees, eagerly taking that excuse. “Just planning stuff and gathering materials.” His response is rushed as he tries to elaborate on a whim. He takes another step back.

“Well, I have a gift for you, I’m glad I just caught you now.” They both know he was waiting.

This gets Grian to pause, finally looking him in the eyes before looking away again, “a gift?”

“Yup,” Scar says, holding out the bouquet.

Grian’s eyes widen when he sees it, his eyes flickering between it and Scar, recognition clear in his eyes. His wings spread out a little more, betraying what he’s about to do.

Scar surges forwards and grabs his wrist, causing him to freeze, “wait!”

Grian stares at him with panicked eyes, completely frozen. Tears quickly well up in his eyes, and Scar barely manages to catch him before his falls, dropping the flowers in the process.

Grian clutches him tightly, sobbing into his chest. His voice cracks, broken up by the sobs, “I’m sorry Scar… I’m so sorry.”

Scar holds him close, “it’s okay, I don’t blame you, not for anything.”

Grian’s sobs only get louder, even if it’s muffled. Scar just holds him close.

[bh-writingdump]

C@ve Sl@ve

Harpy v Trap

[1st draft]

Another frigid breeze races over the hills. It shoots across your legs, sending a shiver up your spine. You shudder, thankful at least for the jacket as you pull up the fuzzy hood. Meanwhile, the oversized rat sniffs out the area ahead for a third time.

After the first bear trap, sure, it made sense but this was getting old. All the traps were so obvious! Anyone would notice them! Plus, the crossword wasn’t even that hard.

You crouch down in your oversize jacket so it covers your legs. It made you feel like a flea market garden gnome.

“Can we move already? It’s too exposed out here.” You envision people descending from above but get nowhere sighing, you ignore the wolf’s vision of remaining on your stump. You cross from the “safe” patch of earth to the new. Thick leaf litter crunches beneath your shoes as you brush ferns aside with a stick.

A new blister pops in your shoe. You grumble, favoring your right. You get a couple feet before wolf races up to you. Banking until you tumble over. A net trap, springs up, tossing what would’ve been you far into the sky before snapping you against a thick tree branch.

So shook, you barely move when wolf picks you up by the hood, careful not to let your feet drack until you were on “safe” ground. Your dropped on the log.

You brush them off, trying to get a better look at whatever is lining the rope. “Did they seriously??? Nails? And glass. Who does that?! I’d already have been dead.”

They knock you to the ground, biting your shoulder, you cry out. In a instant, you’re begging for them to release you. They do but only once your pleading turns into a whimper. Then he lets up.

It wasn’t hard enough to do more than holes in your jacket, didn’t have to be, you’d played this game before.

You try to get up only to be knocked over again. They growl, ready to bite. You whine preemptively which seems to pacify him.

The wolf return scouting out the paths, only looking to you if they wanted you to move forward. Anytime you get shoved into the ground. They don’t even need to nip you. By the fourth time you fall on your ass on your own.

“See? No hands, boss. You shake your hands and feet in the air.

The wolf huffs, stepping to the side only to get a net snapped over their snout. It gets stuck in their teeth, making them snort and thrash widly. Even their paws can’t manage to get it off.

You burst into laughter. “Damn, who thought you’d be the next greatest catch?”

The wolf snarls at you but any bit it had was lost on improvised muzzle. “Don’t worry, bet the harpies will make a good boy out of you yet. You taunt, standing up. You send a vision of them fetching and sitting obediently for a pack of harpy treats.

Next thing you know, nothing comes. You stare back at Wolf who’s still struggling to get it off. “Ugh, really? It’s not like that hard.” As you approach, you notice there’s barbs in the rope that scowers the wolf’s face, sending little rivulets of blood down.

“Jesus, you really got your work cut out for you. Stay still.” You try to cut but they’re throwing their head so widely knocking you on your ass.

In a growly voice, you bark. “I said STAY DOWN!” You grab them by the snout hole and yank them down. It’s enough to earn a near bite. “AY! AY! HEEL!” You hold steady, waiting patiently for them like they do for you each time they clean your cunt. It takes a while of growling but eventually they drop their snout, letting you cut through the ropes.

This time, when they need you to hang back, they give you a warning growl until you sit back.

“Are you sure this is good way to this temple?” You muse to yourself. “It’s not like they covered the whole mountain with this, right?”

The wolf snorts and for a second, you wonder if they understood you but then they sneezed so yeah, maybe not. As the areas clear, you forage for food where you can. Unlike Sans, the wolf showed you how to dig for tubers, find the best berries, shuck pine nuts and the like. It takes a couple hours but you eventually find enough to call it lunch.

While searching a nearby bush for berries, your mind distracted by how a bush could have berries in spring only to be distracted by a cry from the wolf’s direction. Their foot caught in a trap. Great. You sigh, marching over to undo the steel trap with a press of your foot only to hear the snapping of branches. You look up just in time for a massive log to bow into the wolf’s side, plowing them into a tree with a sickening crack. Their body goes limp and doesn’t get up by the time you rush over.

Your heart skips a beat as you clamber over logs and around thorn bushes only to hear another crack of branches. You barely catch the log swinging toward you. Next thing you know a big blue blur slams into you, knocking the air out of you, depositing you high up on a branch. You cling to the thing, gasping, looking down as vertigo hits you being so far off the ground. You burry your face into the soft feathers… feathers.

“Of all the traps they had to set, it had to be the log pin. I told them not once, not twice that those could DUST someone. Unlike a good axe, at least they can heal from those. Whose healing if they’re dust? Nobody, that’s who!” They look down as if just now noticing you. “Oh dear, I entirely forgot to check up on you. Any breaks or scrapes?”

You stare up at them, their gigantic wingspan easily cocooning them in place against you.

“Oh no, you must be concussed! Never fear, I have a candy that will work in a pinch. Let me see…” they pick around their satchel before yanking up a sky-blue orb. “Open up!”

They shift their wings, helping you lean against the trunk. Your heart flutters as you teeter close to falling off the branch, you gasp, clutching onto them.

Next thing you know, their mouth’s pressed up against yours, so stunned, you barely have time to shove out the tart candy that bursts hitting your tongue into a sweet paste that dissolves by the time the harpy breaks the kiss.

“How do you feel?”

You blink, the pain in your feet and back gone. “I’ll cause indigestion.” You murmur. Your body too tense to raise your voice any further.

“Good to know.” They boop your forehead with theirs. “But enough of that, the Great Jay must get you to safety.”

“What? No, I’m going down.” You say while clinging to the tree trunk for dear life.

“Nonsense, your mate’s in no state to take care of you. Look at them.” Blue Jay lets you have a look down. the vertigo alone nearly makes you puke where you see Wolf chasing after a harpy, bones erupting from ground, slashing one while another wolf bites in half.

“Chartreuse!” Blue Jay darts at Wolf, clawing at his eyes until he follows Blue Jay over a nearby hill. The smaller harpy, covered in blood eyes you. You stiffen, halfway up a tree, there’s no way you’d jump and be able to make it. Much less the idea makes you think you’ll faint before you do.

 “WOLF! I’M HERE!” You cry out.

Wolf bursts back through the underbrush. Just as the harpy flies at you, bites it out of thin air, a puff of dust hangs in the air where the harpy once was. Wolf circles the tree, pushing at it, making it shake.

“Wait! Wolf! Don’t!”

Their teeth cleave straight through the tree.

It falls. The impact throws you off, rolling into a pile. “Wolf, you stupid piece of shit!”

Eyes light engorged as they growl, stalking toward you. You stomp toward him, yelling obscenities. But he doesn’t register them. Growl doesn’t even change, does he see you.

Have his eye lights ever been that wide?

You take a step back, suddenly unsure.

You try but something digs into your shoulders. You scream as your yanked off the ground. Wolf leaps into the air, their claws missing you by inches. They bite at your heels until your well above the canopy.

“Brother!” Blue Jay Shouts. You wrench your eyes shut. The vertigo enough to fill your mouth with upchuck. It’s then you feel yourself slipping.

You scream. “Don’t drop me!”

You fall, watching the canopy rush up. You drop through a layer of branches before another body slams into yours, yanking you up again, more claws digging into your shoulder blades.

“Put me down! Put me down! Please.” You cling to the harpy’s claws. “I’ll do anything! just put me down.”

“s’ okay, hun, were talking you down.” Blue Jay takes one wrist while Ham shifts to the other. Each adjustment of claws a new cut. Warmth spills over you. You try not to think about it. With your eyes closed, you can almost pretend you took a bad fall.

Distantly, you hear a wolf’s howl.

“Make it quick, bro.”

Blue Jay guides you back into the cave. Your body still feels like its flying. Your set in a pile of moss and leaves. It smells fowl like wolf’s magic. Blue Jay shoves you into it, rolling through the musk and bits of dried saliva despite your protestations. You try to shove him away.

“Don’t worry. Soon as your smelly as your mate, he’ll have no choice but to accept you back into his pack.”

His pack? Do they think Wolf is Red again?

Those deranged eyes didn’t look like the Wolf you knew. “Wait-wait, you can’t leave me here.”

“It’d be easier if we took zem.” Ham mutters.

You glare at him. “exactly!”

“Not like he’s been feeding zem.”

“Never mind! I’ll make my own way.”

“Gotta be someone’s, might as well not a psychopaths—”

“Ham! Red got hit in the head. You’d be confused if you were on instinct too.” Blue Jay sighs, “Sorry about my brother. He can be very… sensitive. I’ve known Red for quite a while and I’m 99% sure he’ll recognize you.”

“time to split, bro.” Ham eyes you almost hopefully.

You move to leave the cave, avoiding Ham and Blue only for Blue’s wing to block you. “This is the safest place for you, I promise.”

You gravity tug you to the ground. Ham nudge’s Blue to go. You can hear Wolf’s growl.

All of a sudden, the weight’s gone and Ham and Blue dart into the sky. You rush out only to see Wolf at the end of the clearing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You rush up the hill, up over the cave. If you’re smart about it, there’s a smaller narrower cave that Wolf won’t be able to get into. With a little luck, you’ll find a way out of this.

The crush of branches and thrash of trees comes from behind you. Your arms burn, legs coming up short too. You barely make it to the smaller caves, getting part way into one before your slammed into a nearby tree.

Not on my watch.

You stumble to your feet. Growling as deeply as you can. You stand where you are, too weak to move without falling.

Wolf pauses, growling inches from you only to knock you over.

A paw lands on your face, putting pressure down. You can’t muster more energy than a whimper.

You freeze feeling them sniff along your back, your ass, legs.

They sneeze.

What little strength you had is taken over by terror. You can’t even breathe, feeling the world going sharp and narrow and patchy.

A tongue rides along your head. you tense, ready to be eaten only for them to keep licking. You turn slightly only to get a face full of tongue. You spit and try to shield your face in the earth against the onslaught.

By the time you’re a slobbering mess, they pick you up in their jaws, carting you back before tucking you beneath them again. trying to lick your face again. you shield most of it with your arms but some gets through.

The connection between your souls flow open all of a sudden. Relief along with a dozen other emotions you can’t identify comes through. So strong fuzzy feeling in your head that you pas out.

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[CS] Harpy v Trap [2] pg --->

[clonecyare]

I Can Handle Myself

Summary: You were perfectly capable of handling yourself when it came to matters of your safety. But that would never stop Fox from doing his part.

Pairing: Commander Fox x senator!reader

Tags: assination attempts, protective fox, senator!reader, republic gala, canon typical violence/shenanigans, banter, secret relationship, kissing, suggestive ending,

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: The 2nd instalment of my outfit series. This one is based on this outfit submitted by @murdertoothpick for Fox. Each fic in the series can be read as stand-alone fics.

1st instalment: Playing a Dangerous Game - Captain Rex x medic/!reader

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“I am going to say this one more time, Commander. I do not need a babysitter for this Gala, I am more than capable of handling myself.” You said matter-of-factly as you walked through the halls of the senate, datapad in hand, tapping perhaps a little passive-aggressively on the screen.

Commander Fox chuckled under his bucket, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“With all due respect, Senator, you were the target of an assassination attempt 4 days ago.”

“And I survived. Nobody would be stupid enough to try a second attempt at Republic Gala, not with the Senate present.”

Fox chuckled and fell in step with you, bumping shoulders with you as you walked. “Maybe so, but it’s the wishes of the Chancellor that you have a member of the Guard escort you, while the rest patrol the Gala.”

You stopped outside the entryway to your office and put one hand on your hip, datapad and a stack of flimsi files clutched under one arm and pointing accusingly at Fox with the other from behind the death grip you had on your caf. “You’re enjoying this.”

You nodded politely to Hound who had been standing guard at your office, and he saluted with a polite, “Ma’am.” He took his leave as Fox took his place, leaning against the doorway with his head tilted as you punched in the keycode. The doors slid open, and he followed you inside, removing his bucket with a gentle hiss and holding it under his arm against his hip.

You couldn’t help but stare a little, just briefly. He was sporting a few soft grey hairs at the sides of his neatly trimmed hair. It made him appear just a slight bit older and more sophisticated, the neat locks of loose hair framing his handsome face.

“Perhaps a little. I do get quite the kick of you not getting your own way.”

His smug comment brought your attention back to the present and you muttered something in response with narrowed eyes. Dropping the stack of files and the datapad on your desk, you hopped up to sit on the edge and crossed one knee over the other. The lightweight fabric of your skirt sported a high slit, exposing the skin of your legs and upper thigh.

You sighed, resigned to your fate and leaned back on one palm, swirling the steaming caf in your paper takeaway cup.

“Who will be my knight in shining red armour, then?”

You asked as you blew on the hot caf and took a sip.

Fox, whose eyes has been previously occupied following the slit of your skirt up to your thigh, snapped out of his daydream and plastered a handsome smirk on his face.

“Oh, that would be me. I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp, mesh’la.”

“Wha-” You did a rather ungracious spit take withyour coffee, as the Commander slid his helmet back on and moved through your office doors with one final look back at you.

“Oh, and don’t be late.”

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Leaning into the mirror you carefully applied the deep crimson red lipstick, treating the task with the utmost delicacy, lest you waste your look entirely. You stepped back once you were through and took a moment to admire your handiwork.

Dressed head to toe in deep, rich red tones and soft fabrics, you felt you had outdone yourself this time. If you were to be on your Commander’s arm all evening, the least you could do was make an effort, right?

You smirked softly, tilting your head in the mirror. Yeah, this would show him.

You had decided to go for an elegant gown for this evening, floor-length and a deep wine red in colour. The upper portion was a bodice lined with velvet and fitted to your body, with sleek black linear detailing down the front. Around the upper edge and over the shape of your chest was lined with intricate gold detailing.

In the centre of your chest, just under the hollow of your throat, sat a delicate golden brooch, which held from each side 2 long strips of the same wine-red material from your dress, draped prettily back over your shoulders, accentuating your chest and neck.

You had chosen several simple gold jewellery items, and tied your hair up into an intricate bun, completing your look and signature red lip. You were just touching up the corners of your lipstick when there was a firm knock at your door.

You headed for the door, opening it with a smile.

“Good evening, Commander.”

You smiled, voice sweet like honey. Your Commander, to your delight, was stood frozen in the doorway looking at you. In one hand he held the cap of his dress greys and in the other, a bouquet of Queen’s Heart flowers.

“Fox?”

You smiled softly and reach a hand out to touch his forearm. The gentle touch broke him from his stare and he quickly cleared his throat, offering you the bouquet with a bow. “For you.”

You smiled and took them with a courtesy, “they’re beautiful, come in, let me find a spot for them.” You stepped aside to let him in, finding the perfect spot for the flowers on your table.

When you turned back, Fox was watching you again, though this time he was smiling handsomely. You smiled back, “well, how do I look?”

“Mesh’la. Truly mesh’la.” He smiled as he offered his arm. Your cheeks flamed a pretty pink, bringing a satisfied smirk to the Commander’s face as you slid your arm through his own.

You locked up the apartment and made your way strangely quiet Senate District. The air was crisp against your skin, cooling the warmth you felt where you were brushing arms with the soldier lightly.

“You know, you clean up pretty well outside of all that plastoid.”

You smiled playfully, looking up at him. He smiled back, chuckling and shaking his head lightly, hair bouncing lightly in the gentle breeze. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I would go so far as to say a 10/10.”

Fox groaned deeply in his chest, head hanging sightly. You swore it was to hide his smile.

“I hate you.”

You smiled fondly and pressed into his side, free hand resting on his arm that was holding yours.

“No, you don’t.”

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Perhaps you may have been wrong about the Gala. Fox had his reputation for being a little… prickly, at the best of times. But, as the over the top affairs go, the Commander had proven himself quite the charmer.

He has stayed dutifully by your side most of the evening, So, having a bodyguard was, as it turned out, a blessing in disguise - though you would never admit as much to anyone else. Far fewer senatorial aides tried to approach you upon spotting the head of the Coruscant Guard on your arm. Even several of the more conservative senators passed you by upon receiving his death glare.

At one point, towards the end of the evening, you had even managed to convince the stoic Commander to join you on the ballroom floor to dance. Well, sway, would be more accurate. The two of you moved around the room in a gentle sway, you humming softly along to the tune while Fox rested his cheek atop your head.

You raised your glass of Algarine wine to your lips in an almost mini toast, “Well Commander, it seems we had noth-”

Your words died in your throat as the glass suddenly shattered in your hand. The blaster bolt that has cause it clipped your right cheek, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. A roar of commotion suddenly filled the room, with several masked individuals pushing through the crowd. Most of the shots were trained on you, but you now noticed a group of them firing off into the guests as a distraction.

“Get down. Now!”

Fox barked, crowding you to the floor. Thire and Thorn were already pushing through the crowds, firing at 2 of the intruders and calling in backup.

“Commander!”

Hound threw Fox’s blasters towards him and took off after one of the assailants, Stone calling for backup. The leader of the group was faster, though, taking another shot that you managed to dodge as Fox tackled him, throwing himself between you and the hitman, and knocking his blaster from his hands. The pair wrestled for the single DC-17 that had fallen between them, each landing several punches.

In the end, the hitman got the upper hand. Blood rushed to your ears, cancelling out the commotion behind you. As soon as he pulled the pistol on the Commander, you were behind him, panting heavily, pistol to the back of his head.

“Drop it. Now. I promise I’m faster.”

Fox looked at you with wide eyes, before the dropped to your exposed thigh and the small holster secured around your upper thigh, soft brown irises slowly darkening. Discreet, made for a small pistol like an ELG-3A.

The man dropped the blaster and Fox grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, binding his wrists and looking over his shoulder at you with a chuckle as he pushed the man towards one of the Corries that had arrived.

The room was emptying now, only a few shaken aides left milling around, and few vod who were cleaning up and securing the room. Fox lifted a hand to brush a few hairs back behind your ear, and you smiled.

“I told you I could handle myself.”

Fox laughed, holding your cheek as his calloused thumb swiped over your cheek, wiping away the trail of blood. “Yes, you most certainly did, cyar’ika.”

You turned your cheek into his palm and pressed a light kiss, looking up at him.

Fox took one precursory look around the ballroom and bent down, kissing you hard. It wasn’t soft or sweet like you knew they could be. It wasn’t careful and quick, like so many of your kisses had to be in order to remain a secret.

It was rushed, and desperate. You could practically feel the adrenalin rolling off him in waves. It was an oddly comforting feeling, one you had grown to know only too well. The kind Fox radiated after gruelling sessions guarding the Senate. Or after the occasional run-in with the cesspool of Coruscant’s underworld.

But it was most notable in these moments. When you had found a way to put yourself in the firing line again. When he couldn’t let his mask slip, when he couldn’t treat you as more than a senator under his protection. When all he could do was his job.

It was these moments afterwards that he needed you the most, that you needed him. It was in these moments, you knew exactly what you both needed.

You broke away, eyes never leaving his own as you took his arm.

“Take me home, Fox.”

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@captainrexsfuturewife

[mochisdoll]

Wing-manning

Feat. Kuramochi (Miyuki), Chris (Sawamura), Furuya (Haruichi)

In which different characters provide advice on how to get other characters

Kuramochi

You never really asked for his help but he mostly weaseled himself into your love life

“So when do you plan on confessing to Kuramochi?” Miyuki asked as he popped up next to you

“What? How did you even know that I liked him?!”

“Wait, you actually do?” He did very little to contain his laughter. “That’s hilarious!”

“Stop laughing, please.” You said turning to walk away from him.

“Wait, wait. Now that I know, I can help you. I’m his only friend. I know like everything about him.” You rolled your eyes.

“What’s his favorite color?”

“…”

“😐” what did you honestly expect

“I know other things, like how he definitely has a thing for you.”

“Really?”

“Well he’s never explicitly said it-“

“You are literally useless.”

Right as you got the words out Kuramochi approached the two of you

With a slight frown he spoke, “Didn’t know you two were so close.”

Miyuki grinned and slung an arm across your shoulders, “What of course we’re close, we’ve been friends since we were 1st years.”

Kuramochi looked at Miyuki with narrowed eyes and Miyuki smirked back

“Well I have a game to analyze so I’ll have to take my leave.” Miyuki not-so-subtly pushed you in the direction of Kuramochi as he left

On his way out he took notice of the slight blush on both of your faces and the change of demeanor in his friend as helped steady you

It would only require a few nudges from him to get you two on the right track

Chris

“You came to practice today, senpai!” Sawamura exclaimed as he joined your side.

“Yeah, I told you I’d be there.”

“But you were just staring at Chris-senpai the whole time!”

“I-what-I wasn’t- don’t say that so loud!!” You shoved two hands over his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I understand. Chris-senpai can be quite mesmerizing.” Sawamura assured you.

You couldn’t stay mad at this adorable idiot for long

“If it helps, I know that he likes you back!”

You almost lost your balance in your excitement. “He does??”

“He hasn’t said anything but he keeps asking me questions about you, why you come to practice, how I know you, why we’re so close. Harucchi said that he asks too many questions to not be interested.”

So Haruichi was actually the one that made that assumption, it honestly made you feel a little better about it instead of Sawamura who could be a little dense in certain situations

“Now I just need to find a reason to talk to him.”

“Well here he comes right now!”

“What-“ Just as he said, Chris was walking towards the two of you.

“Sawamura, after you finish your workouts today, I have a few drills for you to do to help with your control over your moving fastball.” Chris spoke to Sawamura. “Oh, (y/n). Are you going to be at practice today?”

“Oh, yes! I will. I hope to see some nice pitches from Sawamura today.”

He smiled softly at you. “Likewise, I’ll see you then.”

As Chris left Sawamura gave you a side eyed grin.

“What?” You sighed.

“That was incredible! Chris-senpai was like putty in your hands!”

“I think we just witnessed something very different.”

“He smiled at you! And you could tell that if you told him you weren’t going to be at practice that you would have crushed him.”

“Whatever Sawamura, but I will be using you as help getting close to Chris.”

“Use me all you want, I am a servant to love!”

Furuya

You approached Haruichi during a free period

“You want my help, getting Furuya to like you?” Haruichi asked.

“Yes!”

“Didn’t you once say that you weren’t attracted to guys appearance but instead they’re personality?”

“Yes that was me.”

“And you like Furuya…?”

“He’s funny!” Haruichi could only stare at you blankly.

When thinking of Furuya, his shining personality or good sense of humor wasn’t s the first thing he generally thought of

Haruichi could still think of an easy way to assist you

“Well… I can definitely help you.”

“Great!”

“Yeah, just excuse me for a second.” Haruichi brushed past you.

He entered the classroom he knew Furuya would be (sleeping) in.

“Hey Furuya, remember that advice I gave you about (y/n)-chan? Yeah, just forget it. Just go after them, I think that will work for you.” Furuya nodded and laid his head back on a desk.

Furuya asked you out a few days later and you dubbed Haruichi as the “angel of love”.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Psycho Lady Colonel - Clay’s Family - Part two

Clay Masterlist

1st series Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 1

“We’re sorted, access to funding has been approved” Jensen informs Clay.

“Good. Now let’s go and see what this ‘Toy room’ that the General was talking is” Clay remarks leaving the surveillance room.

“Were they able to help in finding out where Max took her?” an anxious Pooch asks the minute Clay them entered into the game room.

“They’re working on it” Jensen answers, silently trying to figure out what was going on with Clay as he seemed to be looking for something by the bookcase.

“Clay…” Pooch calls out to him, having noticed his behaviour as well, “what are you looking for?”

Clay holds a hand out for him to be quite as he removes a stack of books from out of a shelve, placing his palm against the inner side of it.

“What the…?” Jensen loudly remarks as they watch the bookcase slowly pop outward and then slide to the side.

“Toy room…” Clay grins staring at the huge weapons room before him.

“Holy… crabsticks…” Jensen stares open mouth at the room.

“Question…” Pooch remarks, “how the heck did Y/N/N get this in here?”

“She owns the house” Clay replies as he took a closer look at the weapons on display.

“How?” a still dumbfounded Jensen asks.

“Ask no questions, hear no lies...” Clay responds, “you’ll have to ask her once we get her back.”

It had been a week now since Y/N/’s abduction and the closest information that Clay them had found was that she no longer was in the country. Where and how Max had managed to pull it off without it being picked up immediately was mystery to them all; a mystery that was eating Clay up alive from the inside.

“Jensen, any new information come in?” an extremely agitated Clay asks entering the surveillance room.

“Nothing solid” Jensen shakes his head in disappointment, “there has been multiple sightings but HQ hasn’t been able to verify any of them.”

“That’s not good enough!” Clay growls out in frustration, “there has to be some sort of trace of her or Max. They couldn’t have just disappeared off the face of the earth!”

Not being able to give Clay the answers he was seeking nor knowing how to handle him in the state that he was in; Jensen decides to step out of the room and leave to him to own thoughts.

Clay lets out a heavy sigh, dropping into the chair at the work station in defeat at the lack of progress in finding Y/N.

Staring up at the monitor screen that had Y/N’s picture up, a faint smile crosses Clay face as he longingly reached his hand out to trace over it. “You’re IN LOVE with her” Clay is suddenly caught off guard by Pooch, whom was standing in the doorway studying him.

Knowing that he could trust Pooch with seeing him this vulnerable, Clay turns to face him with a faint smirk. “Is it that obvious?”

“I’m a man that’s madly in love with his wife and I see that look you’re sporting each time I look into the mirror” Pooch remarks. “You guys make a good couple, I think you balance each other out well.”

“I think so too” Clay replies, “I have to find her, Pooch…” he sighs turning back to look at Y/N’s picture yet again.

“We will Clay...” Pooch pats him on the shoulder in reassurance, then suggestively remarks, “and I do believe I can hear wedding bells following after that.”

“Whoa… there…” Clay turns to stare at him with wide eyes, “I haven’t even told her how I feel and you’re already planning our wedding.”

“Clay… in your lifetime all the women you’ve been with have either tried or threatened to kill you and yet you’ve never shown any form of fear of them. Y/N has been the first and only woman that has managed to rattle your cage and put the fear of God in you like she does” Pooch smirks at him with a raised brow then, “and that my brother… is wifey material.”

“If you say so, Pooch…” Clay chuckles at his remark.

“Oh… I know so…” Pooch smiles in response, patting him on the back one last time, “I’ll leave you to it then…”

“Pooch…” Clay calls him back as he’s about to leaves the room.

“Yeah?” Pooch turns to look at him.

“Could we keep this just between us for now?” Clay requests of him.

“Sure thing…” Pooch smiles at Clay and leaves the room to give him some privacy.

Two weeks had passed by now, when a fixed location on Y/N had finally come through, Clay and the team immediately hopped onto a private plane and headed to it.

“I don’t understand…” a confused Jensen looks around the vacant estate they had just stormed into a few seconds ago.

“What the hell Jensen?!” a furious Clay yells out as he comes back from having searched the first floor. “You said she was here!”

“She’s supposed to be” Jensen responds, “according to the intel we got, Max was holding Y/N here.”

“Well, she isn’t here, now is she!” Clay yells looking as if wanted to physically attack Jensen.

“Hey… you need to calm down” Pooch holds Clay back, trying to calm him. “Clay… you need to keep a clear head. If you lose the plot, then we run the risk of losing Y/N.”

Letting out a heavy sigh of defeat, “you’re right” Clay nods. “Look… I’m sorry about that” he remarks to Jensen in apology.

“It’s ok” Jensen replies, “I understand… I’m just as pissed as you are. I don’t understand what happened, she was confirmed to have being held here.”

Clay gives him a dead eye stare for a second then shakes his head and walks away to compose himself. Jensen could never understand his state of being pissed at not having found Y/N. He was frustrated that they hadn’t managed to find their missing team member, Clay’s was on a totally other level; the woman he LOVED was still gone and he didn’t know whether he’d ever see her again.

“Boss!” Cougar calls out as he ran down the stairs to join them on the ground floor.

“What is it, Cougar?” Clay looks at him in desperate hope.

“I found something on the second floor that you have to see” Cougar informs him.

“While going from room to room, I came across the last one and found it to be strange, you'll see what mean…” he explains, pointing to the bedroom door once they had reached it.

“That’s one heavily secured door…” Jensen whistles with a tilt of his head as he stared at the heavy duty  locks attached to the outside of it.

“They were making sure that the person inside wouldn’t escape” Clay muttered, immediately rushing into the room.

“It’s empty…” Jensen breathes out in disappointment.

“Looks like there definitely was a woman being held in here” Pooch remarks while searching through the room.

“The question is; was it, Y/N?” Clay remarks in response.

“Here’s nothing that points to it being her” Jensen comments heading for the bathroom to search next. “Guys, you’ll want to see this!” he calls out to them.

“What you find?” a wide-eyed Clay rushes into bathroom.

“Y/N definitely was here” a hyped-up Jensen informs them.

“How do you know that?” Clay asks.

With a confident smile, Jensen points to the bottom left corner of the mirror where the word; REAPER was written in eyeliner.

“How does that prove it was Y/N?” a confused Clay stares at it.

“Because, Reaper…” Jensen broadly smirks at him, “is the name of the Col.’s dog.”

*****

“They couldn’t have gotten too far…” Clay remarks as they exit the mansion. Everyone suddenly stops dead in their tracks as they notice the person standing in front of them.

“Hey there fellas…” Aisha greets them with a smirk.

“How did you know we’d be here?” a surprised Clay asks her.

“I finally managed to get in touch with her and gave her the rundown about everything” Jensen speaks up.

Clay nods in response, silently studying Aisha with a narrowed gaze. “Where have you been this entire time?”

“Out and about” she answers with a shrug.

Clay continued to silently study her as Y/N’s previous words of suspicions surrounding Aisha played through his mind.

“What’s the plan now, Clay?” Jensen interrupts his train of thought.

Clay shakes his head to clear it, “we’ll step up base here until we’ve figured out where Max took her. I want you on call with HQ the second we settle into a hotel.”

Everyone nods their heads in agreement with him and they take their leave of the area. During the ride to the hotel, Clay makes the decision to keep a close eye on Aisha; there definitely wasn’t something right with her answer to her whereabouts and his gut was telling him to take Y/N’s advice about her to heart.

If there was one thing he learnt about Y/N so far; it was that his LADY’s gut instincts where never wrong.

Part 3

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks      

[dangan-writing]

I need a n g s t

Kokichi, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o that’s really forgiving? You could make them end up in the hospital and they’d forgive you

So what if they accidentally kill them and their s/o still forgives them?

If you want, you can do a happy ending where they live! Your choice! :)

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*__ i pick different endings if that's okay Anon, And i picked it to be in the killing game, please tell me if you want it to be changed Anon.

*__ and i apologise if it seems rushed, it's hard to write for 3 character's. And also because you were probably waiting for so long. you can still request for me to remake it Anon, don't worry ^^

*___ Tw -> Ch/king, po/soning, Ka/de, caps, violence, curse words, f/re, injuries

*___Mod Miaya___*

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*___Kokichi Oma___*

When somebody hurts you Kokichi will be fucking rude to them since they don't deserve respect since they hurted you

"Ah Kokichi! Calm down, it didn't hurt that much! I'm okay, see?" You try to move around, but gasping because of the pain "O-Oh.." "See! You got really hurt! That person is gonna get it!!" Kokichi wails "H-hey, i forgive them.. it's not like they murdered me or anything! I'm still here, with just some small injury!" You giggled "Are you that nice?" Kokichi mumbled, before getting up "Hey c'mon! Let's go to Keeboy and have fun with him!" Kokichi smiled mischievously, you laugh "let's go."

That was actually to distract you and go to the person who hurted you and prank the fuck out of the person-

He's concerned about you, i mean. A forgiving S/O? He'll be watching out the people who talks to you, he's a liar. He'll know if they're lying or not. It's impossible for them to hurt you since you have a liar by your side! Impossible he says as he didn't realize they lied in front of his face as you and the person walked away together

After a few minutes passed, he was concerned. Why were you two taking so long? You two must not have been- no, that can't be. Unless...

Shit.. he ran looking after you "S/O!!~ where are you?~ we better not play hide and seek! You'd know i win easily~" he tried to keep up his facade, not wanting to freak himself out... then he saw you tied up, with blood and bruises all over you, with you breathing heavily.

"S/O!" He ran towards you, not even noticing the trap beneath him. As he tried to remove the ropes around you, as he turned around, the door was closed and fire started appearing "Oh shit, t-there was a trap?" He was trying to remove the ropes but it was too tight "Aha.. Don't worry we'll get out of h-here S/O! And we'll get that bastard later for doing this to you dear!" He started to breathe heavily, some smoke blocking his vision. He started to grow weaker "H-ha.. S/O i'm t-truly sorry.." he passed out, luckily people started to bust the door open. The people.. Gonta, and Kaito. With Tenko and the other people "S/O, KOKICHI!" Gonta yelled "Is there any water to put the fire out?" Tenko asked, she doesn't even care if the males save them she just wants them to be saved "I have it here!" Kaito yelled holding some fire grenades with him, he passed the fire grenades to everyone and they started to throw it in the fire

After some minutes, the fire stopped. The others rushed in there finding you two, they picked you two up and put you two in the dorms, Kirumi offered to heal you two. 1st degree burns.. a lot of bruises and blood on you. It took you two two days to wake up.. Kokichi woke up first "nghn.. uh what happened?" Kokichi asked, confused before realizing "ah!- is S/O okay! They better be okay!" Kokichi pouted, looking at Kirumi "they're okay, they just needed more rest then they'll be fine, no need to wory Kokichi. I attended to their injuries quickly after everyone pulled you two out of the fire, they are right next to you Kokichi." Kokichi looked next to him to see you beside him resting peacefully "oh damn, nishishi~" Kokichi looked at Kirumi "Can you leave? I have something to do, like a leader would do!" Kokichi just want to cuddle you actually. Kirumi did as he said, but she knew that he wanted to cuddle you after seeing you there beside him, she smiled.

Cuddling..

After some cuddling you woke up aswell due to his constant moving

"Mmmm Koshi..?" You groaned, half asleep. You rubbed your eyes for a bit "Heeeeey your awake noow! You take too long to wake up!" Kokichi childishly pouted, it's too adorable to be guilty with it, you laugh "That's not going to work in me, that's too adorable y'know?" Kokichi tried his scary face, it's a little intimidating. But it's still cute "still cute-" "Man can't you be scared of me!?" Kokichi cried out! Shaking his arms like a child

After you two were okay now, everyone besides one was trying to find the person who almost killed the both of you

It took 1-2 hours to find the the person who did this

It.. was Angie?

"Uhm.. Why did you try to kill S/O and uh, Ouma-san?" Shuichi asked Angie, who was tied up in a chair "Ahhh~ S/O wanted to give their blood to Atua! That's what Atua told Angie!~" Angie was cheerful as always. Almost everyone didn't believe that "Hey you almost killed me and my dearest S/O!" Kokichi wailed trying to attack Angie, but Gonta was holding onto him as Shuichi said, Angie laughed "S/O offered me some of their-" Shuichi isn't having none of it "Listen.. uhm, you almost killed S/O and Kokichi, how is that uh- related to Atua? And you started a fire for hell's sake...!" Shuichi yelled at Angie, Angie didn't smile. It sended chills on all of their spines.. it wasn't normal for her to not smile, since she always smiles. Seems like she isn't gonna talk for the time "Guys, please don't worry, i forgive her." You jumped in "WHAT? She almost killed you y'know!?" Kaito yelled "Yeah! The idiots right! Angie killed you!" "She's not dead you fuckin' brat!" Miu yelled at Kokichi "h-huh? That w-was uncalled for!" Oh dear now she messed up "W-Wai-" "WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kokichi wailed, annoying the others, especially Korekiyo, Kaito, and Maki. They left as soon Kokichi started to cry, except for Kaito-

"Like i said, i forgive her. I'm still alive anyways so that's good right?"

"You forgivable cutie.." Kokichi mumbles

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*___Nagito Komaeda___*

He's a bit protective, you forgive people so easily. He doesn't mind if it's the hopeful people but, the despairful people?? Fuck no he won't let them go to you ever again, he has a quick eye. He'll catch them if they are looking at you

"S/O! Why do you forgive such despairing ugly humans, they hurted you!" Nagito spoke, angrily confused, you are filled with hope thats what he loves but you are a bit too considerate about *everyone's* feelings, even if it's a inanimate object you still refuse to break it.. you really are filled of hope.. too much hope "Huh? Why i forgive people all the time? Uhm... it's just my nature to forgive them, i am aware of how forgiveful i am. I forgive them, but that doesn't mean i like them, listen.. i forgive people but i stay away from them. I can understand when i forgive someone when they hurted me for so long, that's why you never see me with the people i know that hurted me Nagito." You try to give an explaination, of course. You know it isn't all but you decided to give an answer for him to know "S/O.. i.. i understand, how stupid am i to question such hope!" Nagito please calm down we care for you-

You saw him walking, bringing some stuff. Is.. is that poison? Spear, rope, speakers... what is he planning again? He walked inside the warehouse, you need to stop him from being reckless again. But you didn't move from your spot, you waited for a little while. Then you heard fireworks? Then.. running, everyone? They walked to the warehouse, Akane trying to bust the door open. You still stayed im your spot, trying to see if someone is doing stupid. Eventually Akane busted the door open, then you heard

Fire. What the hell? Wasn't Nagito in there? Shit.. You run in the warehouse

"NAGITO!!" you yelled, trying to get the fire canisters and threw them on the fire, it only made the fire more bigger? It's a fire canister.. isn't it suppose to put the fire out? Soon everyone moved and threw the individual fire canister's

Soon enough, the sprinklers put the fire out. You stood up "NAGITO ARE THERE!?" You tried to run in but Monokuma stopped you "Uh-Oh! Unfortuantely you can't be in here for now! Now get out so i can fix this damn warehouse!" You all got kicked out, after 6 minutes Monokuma appeared "Yahhoo, now it's finished now go in there you damn kids!" it's finally done.. honestly it felt like forever. But no time for that, you all ran in the warehouse "hmnn, i smell somethin'.." Akane's nose twitched like a beast when she said that "...That's probably because of the fire earlier.." Chiaki said, and Chiaki pointed out the there was space in the curtains from here, Hajime walked next to the curtain. You felt sick, it can't happen to him plea-

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

Screams, Kazuichi, Sonia.. and of course you.

You ran to his body begging that this isn't real "plEASE THIS ISN'T- ISN'T R-REAL" You sobbed, the others felt pity.. They tried to drag you away from his body, of course they did take you away from his body.

You eventually pass out from crying, too tired to investigate for the trial. They dragged you in the trial room, you wouldn't wake up so they had no choice but to drag you in the trial. Few minutes later you woke up

"N-Nagito.. set one of us as the killer..." what? Set one of us?

"Huh? What do you mean he set someone as the murderer..?" you asked in disbelief, Hajime explained what basically happened while you were asleep, you just stood there. You tried to focus, you threw a fire canister in the fire, but it only made the fire larger than before.

What...? This.. is unfair unfair- no.

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"I know who did it." You spoke, interrupting their panicking which they snapped out of it when they looked at you "You only decide to talk now!?" Kazuichi yelled, obviously scared for his life "yeah" you nod "uhm.. may i ask who it is?" Sonia nervously asked, you sighed heavily "uh, it's me."

"W-what!? That can't be true! You saved me when i was starvin'!' Akane yelled out "Huuuuuhhh!? What the hell? S/O bought you some food?! That w-wasn't supposed to be allowed-" Monokuma looked dumbfounded until he was cut off "Who the hell cares!? They still saved me.." Akane looked down, it felt like Nekomaru's death all of a sudden..

Hajime and others felt like crying, you were like a leader trying to protect them even though you forgive people too easily "..." Chiaki didn't said anything, she just looked at you. You smiled at her "Do... do you forgive Komaeda-san for what happened S/O?" Chiaki asked "of course not! He set them up as the culprit you kno-" "Yes." You answered, ignoring Kazuichi's comment "hnm, you still forgive him? After he set you up S/O?" She tilt her head "yes, i know he must have a reason. He wouldn't kill someone for his own benifit, that's what i deduced, i believe he has a reason for this. He loves hope, he thinks me as his hope. He wouldn't just throw me away without an explanation, why would he call me a despairing person? I.. yes, i forgive him.." you lowered your head, you didn't understand any of this, why would he kill himself and you?

"Alrighty! Time to vote! Who would be chosen as the blackened?" Monokuma butted in the conversation "Goodbye everyone.. please remember me and everyone in this damned killing game." You smiled, looking at everyone. You are terrified of what kind of execution you have, but you tried to forget it.

This.. is goodbye for me.

S/O has been found guilty, time for the execution!

Right.. goodbye.

I forgive you all for..

*___Shuichi Saihara___*

The same with the two guys, he'll be pretty protective of you since you are so forgiving, there's a high chance you'll get killed because of your friendly nature and he doesn't want that to happen, not ever

"S-S/O, please try to be less considerate.. N-Not that you should be r-rude to anyone! I mean.. you s-shouldn't forgive p-people that easily, even if they are s-sorry. They hurted you uhm, S/O you don't have to feel o-obligated to forgive them." He hugged you, making you feel protected. You laughed

"Ahah, Shuichi. Thank you, i understand that i shouldn't forgive people that easily but, we really are just like that. No matter how many times they hurted us we forgive them. we people, are like that." You tighten the hug, smiling onto his chest

"S-S/O!" He screamed as he rushed towards you, you choking. He didn't realize he put in the poison instead the water.

"S/O DON'T DIE YET PLEASE" Shuichi was panicking, he is gonna murder his own S/O because he was losing sleep that he didn't realize that he put poison in your drink.

'Please pleaee please please please please please please please please please please please please pleaee please please please please please please please please'

..it....

..It was too late? He looked at your dead body.

"S-S/O.. I.. I'm so sorry... i'm such a failure.." he caressed your face. Sobbing, Before.

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered, after a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

"WH-WHAT THE HELL!?" Miu screamed out, she rushed to hide in Kaito's back "EEEEEEIIIII, POOICHI IS THE MURDERER!" "What the hell Shuichi!" Kaito stumbled back a bit. Their screams of terror alerted the others, making Kaede, with Tsumugi and Rantaro on her trail.

"H-huh Shuichi!?" "Aaaauuuhh! The killing has started! It's much more different than Sakura's death on Danganronpa trigger happy hav-" "S-Shuichi.." Kaede, Tsumugi, and Rantaro reacted altogether, Rantaro ran towards Shuichi pushing him and trying to do something so he couldn't move "Anyone here have any rope? We need to tie him up first before questioning whats happened." Rantaro stated, looking up at the others "I-I'm sorry.." Rantaro looked down at Shuichi "you will have to explain yourself later, we don't know if you are the culprit, but be honest later on aight?" Shuichi didn't reply

Korekiyo walked in the scene, with a velvet colored rope in hand "i heard that you will be needing this, and so i give this rope to you Amami-san.." Korekiyo handed him the rope " Thanks Kiyo." Amami tied up Shuichi but didn't question on how Korekiyo found the rope but he isn't complaining "Kekehehe.. it is no problem Amami-san..." weirdo..

After they tied him up, they investigated the crime scene first before talking to him because that will waste their time, as they all went to the trial grounds, with Shuichi still tied up. Kaito guarding so he couldn't run away.

"So.. Shuichi, Why did you plan on killing your S/O. Your S/O." Rantaro said. Even if he is not your S/O he cared abiut you deeply, to just see your dead body fuels him with rage "Y-yeah.. Why Shuichi, you guys loved eachother so deeply, i don't understand why you k-killed them." Kaede tried not to sob, but horribly failed "I... i-i didn't mean to kill them, i was tired, stupid.. just vote me out already, i don't care if i die." .. Nobody tried to argue against him, he already admitted it, no point of arguing anyway

"Man you guys got it right! That was boring. an accidental death! Woohoo surely they wouldn't forgive him, he killed them. They wanted to live, yet. You.. killed... them! Puhuhuhu..lets get with on it, i have a special punishment for the ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara!" Some of the people were clenching their fists, the ultimate detective.. was going to get executed "Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIIIME!"

...

..

.

Huh? What..

What? Why is he, in a pod? He saw someone outside of the pod..is that? No way, S/O?

You opened the pod, smiling at him "well hello there Shuichi, it's so good to see you again." You held his hand, he looked dumbfounded, soon tears started to build up "S-S/O!" He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go "I'm s-so sorry.. i didn't mean to kill you! I-i... you can hurt me, anything to make you satisfied with what happened.." Shuichi begged you to do it.. he's sobbing, he's so sorry "it's okay dear, i know you didn't mean it! I forgive you! I don't care how many times you hurt me, i'll always forgive you Shuhara. I love you too much for me to not forgive you, or anyone." You caressed his face, smiling softly at him.

"A-ah.." he looked down before smiling, you standed up and he followed what you did "Now, let's go and watch the others now Detective Shuhara."

"Of course."

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[zelkams-art]

#ShowYourProcess

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES — When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!

I was tagged by @milkcrates​, who showed her process of making this gorgeous piece with Wei Wuxian and little A-Yuan!! It was awesome to see how it came to life - and thank you for tagging me! ✨

So I got tagged to show how this Yunmeng brothers + golden core art happened! I already included the digital sketch for it in my sketch vs final compilation, but I guess I can show some more!

This is gonna be long because I like talking a lot, so putting the rest under a cut!

1. Planning

SO.  A golden core pic was on my to-draw list as soon as I finished watching the show. I had a WIP of a different pic for that waiting, but actually I noticed that a very similar thing has already been drawn, so that was kinda dropped. But I’m glad I waited until the idea for this one slapped me! It was pretty much a moment of “w a i t a second” and I had to grab a random piece of paper to sketch it while I still had it in my head.

This is the sketch - as you can see from the coffee stains, it has been through some stuff. On the left I actually tried out some different ideas for the golden core - the 1st one was the winner and led to the whole leaking/water/rain theme. I ended up mirroring the whole sketch because I didn’t want Wei Wuxian’s hand to cover Jiang Cheng’s front hair wisp, as that would make that area too crowded.

Meta-wise: I wanted to show that the whole thing was kept as a secret from Jiang Cheng. But we also knew about it - so Wei Wuxian is breaking the 4th wall and looking at us [the audience] directly, shushing to keep it a secret as well. Then there’s his hand hovering over the blindfold - it was included in the show, but also sprinkles in that extra symbolism. Then there’s the rain - the sky crying for the two brothers, so you’re not sure if those are raindrops or tears on their faces + lotus pond for the Yunmeng vibes. As for the golden core, I wanted to make it kinda messy and leaking like blood + shining and make it the main light source of the piece. Also kinda like a glow stick liquid.

I also like finding fitting music to go with my art and this one was actually supposed to go with Avicii’s Hey Brother, but when I was looking it up on Spotify I saw Kodaline’s Brother right above, gave it a listen and then the lyrics hit me. So I already knew that they’re gonna go in the caption. Also apparently it’s like The Song for them and yeah, makes sense.

2. Creating

2.1 Set up and tools

I use Paint Tool SAI + Wacom Intuos S to do all my art! The entire pic was made on a 2000 x 3000 px canvas, since I don’t like to work too big because of limited brush sizes in SAI + I don’t want to torture my laptop, as my art takes up quite a lot of processing power with a lot of layers and modes and sometimes things like to crash at the final steps ���.

2.2 Planning and composition

So I started off by doing a digital sketch and focusing on the composition a bit more - I wanted something geometrical, so I went for the diamond shape with Wei Wuxian’s silhouette and the placement of the lotuses. Also the composition is vertical, all the important info is in the middle column - you could cut off 2/3 of the picture and it would still tell the story.

2.3 Lineart

Then I did the lineart over the sketch layer (there was a more detailed one than the “planning” sketch, but it looks like I deleted it once I finished). I usually draw more than I have to and on separate layers, so that I can move/modify things easily later - for example JC’s headpiece here didn’t really make it that much into the final piece but It Was There. Once I was satisfied with the lineart, I cleaned it by erasing overlapping things, like Wei Wuxian’s clothes behind Jiang Cheng’s head.  

2.4 Planning the lighting

After doing the lineart I blocked the characters with a single color and planned the lighting. The golden core is the main light source here, so it dictates which parts are gonna be lighter and which darker (although there is gonna some ambient occlusion from the background + reflected light from the water). I also added water and lotuses in the foreground + painted the background.

2.5 Shading the characters

After that, I started shading the pic. I usually do two steps here - one with “base” shading - focusing on the details and values based on the light source, then the mood shading with more coloring - based on the setting the characters are in. The first one is mostly done with the Multiply tool and base layer blending/painting, the second mostly with layer modes like Overlay and Luminosity. I also colored some parts of the lineart to make the shapes stand out (see: wwx’s front hairs)

2.6 Environment and touch-up details

Then it was time for the water and lotuses + the “special effects” for the rain and all the stuff associated with it - water splashes, mist, sparkling drops! Also some more mood lighting. Lots of new layers to keep everything organized and separated.

2.7 Finished pic

And done! After finishing I usually adjust the contrast/gamma/saturation of my art (or just edit it all in curves) + sometimes sharpen it to bring out details → I make a few different versions and pick the one that works the best. Although with this pic I was satisfied with the raw result so no major changes happened.

3. Posting

For posting I always scale down the pictures and upload them as a draft on this art blog. Then I check if things look okay on mobile as well - from what I’ve noticed my phone makes everything more warm-toned. Depending on the time I finish drawing, I either post it right away or wait until the next day, when there is more traffic on tumblr. I finished this one around 8PM of my local time, which is fine - so I posted it right away (also I was just excited, couldn’t wait 😅)!

As caption I used the lyrics from Brother by Kodaline, as mentioned before!

So yeah, that would be it! 

If you made it till this part - thank you and I hope you have an awesome day! ✨

Let’s keep the artist vibes here - I’m gonna tag (not 5 ppl but shh) @still-snowing​ and this piece that still breaks my heart @driszol​ and this Song Jiyang pic that lives in my head to this day @kushexi​​ and this pic with fox Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan bc it still makes me melt → no pressure of course! or if you want to do some other piece that’s awesome as well!

[retvenkos]

“this place feels like home”

A/N: someone mentioned it, so here i am

WHAT THE HOGWARTS COMMON ROOMS LOOK LIKE, IN MY CLEARLY SUPERIOR OPINION...

gryffindor common room

i’m no interior decorator, and i’m betting godric gryffindor wasn’t either, so it looks like a glorified man cave

lots of designated areas for just hanging out, a huge, central fireplace, lots of open places perfect for pulling your wand on someone to duel, but very cluttered in other areas where you are meant to be close for house bonding!

secondly, there are a total of like, 4 desks you can use to work on, and they’re pushed to the walls, the chairs constantly stolen for something or another.

the main focus of the gryffindor common room is the couches and chairs

there’s a recliner that some muggle-born student brought in, and when they first kicked it out the purebloods went absolutely feral

they don’t know how it works, but they love it

there are so many radios... gryffindor has the best sound system for any kind of party. the other houses have to use charms to get the sound evenly distributed, but gryffindors just use their like, 10 different radios

there are a lot of spare pillows and blankets, but they don’t exactly have a place to go - they’re usually just thrown on the back of the couches or cast to the floor.

sometimes the 1st years will play “the ground is lava” and it’s vvv sweet

the ceiling has constellations mapped onto it, and they’re actually accurate. using your wand, you can “shift” the sky and it’s a really effective way to get your astronomy homework done

harry didn’t notice it because he’s as observant as a doorknob

the most chaotic thing about the gryffindor common room is the fact that there are real swords and battle axes on the wall, all of which belonged to godric gryffindor himself

students will 100% try to use them as jokes, but they can never manage to actually grab them? their hands just go right through them like they aren’t real

but if you approach them with nothing but wonder and reverence, when you reach out, you can most definitely feel them, and they are real

i really just want someone to have picked up a battle axe during the battle at hogwarts, now

there are a couple of portraits that give life advice, but most of them are #tired and leave their portraits to go visit others because the common room can get so crazy

the amount of animals this common room has,,,, i sure do hope you’re not allergic

there are lizards, rats, toads, cats, tarantulas...

if you’re afraid of any of them, tell your classmates when you’re still a first or second year and the whole of gryffindor tower will rally behind you to make the other person put their animal in their dormitory

there always seems to be leftover food from a party, so you’re well fed. 

and if you’re from another house, this is the easiest house to steal food from.

oh, and the carpet (because YEAH, someone put in carpet with some kind of magic) does not match the furnishings at all.

minimalists cry at the sight of this common room 

slytherin common room

first of all!!!! this common room has a glass ceiling because someone else came up with this idea and it is legendary

they mentioned the merfolk help with classes! they know sign language! i am very here for it.

then,,, there is an entire section of the common room that is dedicated to games - checkers, chess, poker, solitaire, even some muggle board games

it’s how they foster community. friendly competition is everything to slytherins and slytherins can actually do friendly competition, unlike ravenclaws

at lot of purebloods are still trying to win risk. it confuses them so much.

there’s probably a cat or two in this common room

they actually get along fairly well with the owls, but every so often snape has to come in and stop then from attacking each other and it would be hilarious if he weren’t so intimidating

there’s a lot more space in this common room, or maybe it’s just set up as to give the illusion of more space. either way, the slytherins are more spread out.

they don’t like breathing on each other

the gothic aesthetic does exist, but it’s not all gloomy because some intelligent slytherin’s know that’s bad for mental health.

they probably have a fourth of the room (maybe in a corner) that’s a little more lighted and cozy, with the most supportive portraits in that area

the slytherin common room has bean bags

this was a later addition, ofc, seeing as there is no way in hell salazar slytherin would ever allow that to happen

but everyone loves them a whole lot. 1st years always beeline for them

and slytherin was a good interior decorator, so we have the perfect ratio of portraits to wall space and the amount of lamps is actually palatable.

and there might be a dramatic hamlet skull on a table or two, but they’re not real - just decor. sometimes slytherin’s use them for pranks.

there’s actually a fair bit of communal property, too? like, there’s a lot of blankets, a bookshelf, and a table that always has food on it because the dungeons are hella far away from the kitchens and many slytherins like a good midnight snack

the slytherins actually talk more to ghosts than the other houses - ghosts like to hang out in the dungeons, and the amount of ghost jokes that the slytherins know is incredible

a group of hufflepuffs swear they once heard professor binns laugh at a ghost joke one of the slytherin’s retold

the snake iconography of this room is so high - it would honestly be a little unnerving if everyone wasn’t just used to it.

there’s probably a game going around where someone will conjure up an extra snake decoration and every week the first and second years are trying to find out which one it is

sometimes a very tired 5th year will give you a hint

there’s not a space that’s specifically designated for studying, but you can often find space in a few different places.

the desks are always being used for games, like i mentioned above, but someone had introduced the idea of lap desks and slytherins love that so much.

ravenclaw common room

this is the most minimalist of the common rooms in decor and style, but there’s so much happening at all times that it never looks bare

and a fair few ravenclaws are BIG about organization, so this is one of the more compartmentalized common rooms

it’s also formatted this way because the studious ravenclaw has threatened the musically inclined ravenclaw, saying that they will not hesitate to sabotage the other’s saxophone if they ever hear careless whisper while trying to study for n.e.w.t.s again.

also, i just want to say that ravenclaw house is probably one of the most diverse houses because creativity is so broad, and that combined with their individualistic streak means that community is a little less strong in this house, but there’s a place for everyone

i have no doubt that someone has enchanted the common room to expand on the inside, so it has much more room than say gryffindor common room or hufflepuff common room. 

they’re also big about making boundaries - there’s probably actual walls and doors between different areas. 

like, one for studying, one for art (like drawing and painting), one for music, etc.

also, you would think this is a quiet common room but you would be wrong.

the quiet ones are slytherin and hufflepuff. gryffindor and ravenclaw are both p chaotic.

except for the quiet room, which is as silent as they come. if you need quiet inspiration, you go there. it’s also the study room, though, so when you’re struck with inspiration, you have to keep quiet.

now, ravenclaws like to keep what is theirs, but they do have some communal property, mostly in the form of books and materials like typewriters and art supplies (although some people are very territorial about their brushes. it’s a toss up.)

there’s a floor to ceiling window that can actually be opened up - kind of like doors. the ravenclaws have it instead of the gryffindors because they have self control and won’t jump out the window without a sure plan of survival.

there’s also statues and busts! rowena ravenclaw was decent at interior design, and she loved sculpture - maybe she had a sculptor lover at one point? who knows? there’s just a lot of busts in ravenclaw tower

no doubt they’re enchanted to give advice or tbh just to gossip. i imagine there’s a lot of gossip in ravenclaw tower

the walls are painted in some places. it’s a rule that you don’t paint over other people’s art, but the paint is also enchanted so that if you look closely, you can see the name of who has painted what, and ravenclaws are too proud to do idiotic things like drawing crude doodles on the walls.

the only person to ever paint on the ceiling is luna lovegood, and she was commissioned to do so after her time at hogwarts.

there’s also a chalkboard wall for when you’re studying and need to write things down to think. beware, though, because your work can and will be erased.

you can also write on the large window i talked about! muggle students have brought dry erase markers and they are much needed.

oh, and ravenclaws have a lot of owl access - they owls like to stop at ravenclaw tower for treats and whatnot, and ravenclaws definitely use this to their advantage. they have priority for mail service and it’s a win tbh.

hufflepuff common room

now helga hufflepuff was no interior decorator either, but she was a homemaker, so we all know that this common room is the most home-like of the bunch

first of all, there are potted plants everywhere. hufflepuffs are known to be good at herbology, and that tradition means there are a whole lot of life in this common room

there’s also a curious amount of sunlight, too, despite being in the basement. i’m not exactly sure how it’s done, but the common room has actual sunlight - it’s important for the plants.

i also imagine there’s one wall that is a long mirror. you can use it for whatever you like, introspection, self affirmations, or reflecting light or whatever, but helga thought it was important to always be aware of yourself.

muggle students have brought sticky notes and now the mirror if full of them - little reminders, little motivations, fun quotes, jokes, etc.

there’s also a lot of couches and desks. the desks are usually very cluttered, but you can always find space for your stuff, somehow. and the couches are the softest at hogwarts, gryffindors have been trying to steal them for years.

also, the marauders were incredibly presumptuous, thinking they had found all of the secret passageways in the castle - there are at least 3 secret passages that only hufflepuffs know about and it’s one of the best kept secrets at hogwarts. they all connect to the common room.

and as initiation, on their first night as hufflepuffs, first years traverse secret passageways in the dark trying to figure out where they lead, all of them having to work together to figure out the lumos spell for some light.

and one of those passageways leads to the kitchens. it’s how they get the best food for parties. hufflepuffs often put in requests for what they want at breakfast or dinner.

this is also the warmest common room. i’m not exactly sure how it’s done, but the common room is never cold - maybe a little chilly, but not cold enough that you need a sweater.

the flooring is carpet, but parts of it are hard wood - it’s clear it used to be carpet, but was stained beyond repair from a broken pot or two.

there is toad supremacy in the hufflepuff common room. there’s probably one or two toads that don’t have real owners but are treated as the house pets.

there’s also a few paintings - all of them are smaller because there’s so much going on in this common room already, the walls have to be mellow to account for everything else, but there’s a couple and all of them like to tell jokes and give really good advice. 

two of the newer (and favorite) additions include cedric diggory and tonks. they both get along quite well, although tonks is more mischievous and cedric is more down to earth.

cedric will often tell you how to charm a professor, if you ask, and he might give answers to homework questions to favorite students.

similar to gryffindor common room, there’s a lot of cozy areas that encourage students to chat with each other and spend time together.

but similar to slytherin, there is a lot of games about - they involve less strategy and more fun (like hide and go seek or charades) - but games is a bonding strategy that hufflepuffs utilize.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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[newtonsheffield]

Our dearest angel Molly, I might be very deep into the rabbit hole of the BSU (clinically speaking). I was watching last night High School Musical (WHAT TEAM?! WILDCATS!!!!!) and every time Chad and Taylor were on screen, I couldn't help but picture Greg and Lucy, if they were using their awesomeness for evil (just the 1st one) instead of good (good = sailing the Kathony ship like two amazing capitans).

I mean, COULD YOU JUST LOOK AT THEM???!!!

I could totally see Greg and Lucy doing this in more than one situation. Specially the last one as they witness Kate and Anthony denying their feelings for each other or just being their adorable selves. Told you: way too into this rabbit hole. Send help

I'll let you be and call my therapist, brb!

Keeping brooing the southern hemisphere bro's wave 😎

Okay, Okay, OKAY!

Number 1, I love High School musical forever and always. But also, Camp Rock slaps too, my dude.

Lucy and Gregory are the chaos twins, imagine Lucy spinning in her chair one day and saying

"Gregory, do you want to do something a little bit mean, but also very very funny?" And Gregory just abandons whatever he's already doing, scooting his chair over to her desk like. "Whatever you're planning, let's do it."

In fact... shall we????

Lucy really couldn't say what had sparked the idea when she looked back on it. Only that when the notice for the conference Kate had been booked on past her desk, and she'd seen the hotel that was hosting it, something had nagged at the back of her mind. Thinking, thinking, thinking, about the connection. Had she stayed there? No, that wasn't right. She'd seen the name printed somewhere she was sure. Her fingers drummed across her desk as she wondered, looking at the hotel online, and then she remembered.

Because there, on the website posed for a picture at the reception desk, was Cynthia from Lucy's Lower sixth geography class. Satisfied that she'd solved the puzzle Lucy moved on with her day, planning to book Kate's accomodation when she'd finished her filing.

"Jesus Christ Bridgerton!" Kate's voice snapped, swaying away from Anthony, her eyes flickering embarrassedly as he pushed lightly against his chest. Lucy smirked, whatever had occurred this time didn't really matter. The result was the same, Kate and Anthony in denial, really someone just needed to lock those two in a room together and- an idea struck Lucy like a bolt of lightning. She smiled sympathetically as Kate passed, closing her office door with a sharp click. Waiting patiently until she was sure Kate couldn't hear her.

"Hey Gregory!" Lucy hissed at her counterpart. Gregory looked up from his CatWoman comic, his eyes curious. "Do you wanna do something that's a little mean but also could help two people fall madly in love?" A grin broke out on Gregory's face, dropping his comic, scooting his chair towards her his lollipop dangling from his mouth. "If this is about Anthony and Kate, whatever you're doing: I want in."

Lucy smirked happily. "So, this conference they're going to next month?" Gregory nodded looking startlingly like a golden retriever puppy. "I'm going to book them into the same hotel room." Gregory guffawed. "Excellent, only one problem: You really think Kate's just going to hear they have to share a room and go Oh no, there's nothing we can do! ?" Lucy tutted disapprovingly, "Ahh Gregory, my sweet summer child." She said, taking the lollipop he was offering her, tapping the photo of Cynthia on the screen with it. "It's all about who you know."

Gregory's brow furrowed again, as Lucy picked up the phone, dialling the number there. "What are you-?" He started, but Lucy waved him off. "Hi, may I please speak with Cynthia Jackson please?" She said politely when the phone was answered, waiting on hold. "Whose Cynthia? Also you watched Game of Thrones?" Gregory said his head tilted curiously. "We went to school together. And yes, I'm not a savage." "You think someone you went to school together is just going to help you with a random favour? She might not even remember you." Gregory said, scoffing lightly. Lucy sighed. "Gregory, you have no idea how well liked I am." Gregory opened his mouth to speak again but he was stopped by the buzz on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, this is Cynthia?" The voice on the other end said, Gregory leaning in close, tugging the receiver from Lucy's hand so it rested between them. "Cynthia! It's Lucy Abernathy from Talbot's!" "Oh my god. Lucy it's been ages. How's things?" Lucy shot Gregory a smug smile who looked astonished. "Are you still seeing Mitchell?" Lucy cleared her throat. "Thankfully no." She could feel Gregory looking at her a little intently, curiously. as Cynthia made a sympathetic noise. "I actually work for a law firm in London now. I'm a PA for one of the lawyers here, and she's coming to yours for the Family law conference next month." "Oh yeah?" Cynthia said a little confusedly. "I wondered, if you wanted to play a tiny little game, just like we did at school." Lucy said as lightly as she could manage. She had Cynthia's attention now, she could tell, even over the phone. She'd always been one to cause mischief.

"What kind of game?" Lucy hummed victoriously. "Well maybe not a game, but you see, My boss, Kate, is travelling with the other lawyer from the firm and well, I think they just need a little push." Gregory chuckled beside her. Cynthia cooed. "Oh my god, it's like a romantic comedy, what are we thinking?" Lucy laughed. "Now we are going to make a booking for one room. And under no circumstances can they be allowed to change that booking, or go to another hotel."

Cynthia laughed brightly. "I love this, but you're sure she wants this?" Lucy sighed, her eyes darting back to the door behind her Katharine Sheffield engraved on brass. "Yes, she's definitely in love with him. Now we're going to make this booking under Sheffield-Bridgerton. That's spelled..."

When she got off the phone Lucy couldn't help but feel a little smug as she high fived Gregory, popping her lollipop in her mouth with a satisfied sigh. "Easy, Bridgerton." The door to Kate's office swung open startling Lucy a little, Gregory toppling sideways off his seat, falling against her. "What are you two up to?" Kate said suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. Lucy fixed her face into a look of exasperation. "Gregory has lost Anthony's credit card again, and the bank was giving him a little trouble."

Kate hummed sympathetically, walking towards the kitchen seconds later. Gregory rolled his eyes. "Do I always have to be the incompetent one?"

Lucy tutted, turning back towards her desk. "Do you really think Ktae would believe I was?" Gregory fixed her with an odd look, pushing away from her desk so his chair spun back to his own. "You're right. You, Lucy Loo, are a terrifying genius, and I'm proud to call you my friend."

And for he life of her, Lucy couldn't figure out why his statement made her equal parts thrilled and devastated.

[hyenahunt]

Werewolf - 3

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Summer

Proofreading: 310mc (JP)

Translation: Bella & hyenahunt

Natsume: Just look at Jun-kun. You're leaning against him so much that he's starting to go sideWAYS. Poor THING.

[Location: Seisou Hall Common Room]

Hiyori: You have my utmost thanks for not voting me off! And with that, my victory is decided!

Shinobu: Hooray! Our werewolf team's come out on top~!

Eichi: My, and I thought they were harmless… They certainly pulled the wool over my eyes.

Sora: Haha~, game over! That's a win for the werewolves~♪

Rinne: Dammit… If you hadn't hung me first, we mighta had a chance of winnin'.

Yuta: Excuse me? We all thought hanging you was the safest thing to do, okay? Makes sense, since you're the absolute worst and all. Why're you even so full of yourself to begin with?

Rinne: Damn, kid, ain't it obvious! It's 'cause no one else on the villager side's got smarts and skills like me!

Yuta: Yeah, yeah. Save all that sleeptalk for when you're snug in bed, 'kay~?

Natsume: Good GRIEF… It's that kind of idiotic behavior that cost us the GAME.

I didn't think someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth would be so good at this, THOUGH. I wonder if being rich made him so wickED?

Jun: Right? Ohii-san, that didn't seem like your first time at all.

Hiyori: Heheh ♪ It was an absolute piece of cake~

All the same, it doesn't feel too great to play such a cruel game. A foul weather...

Sora: Cruel…?

Natsume: Big talk from someone who had the time of his life fooling us ALL.

Jun: Is this game really that cruel? Personally, I think it's fun and easy to understand.

Sora: What makes you think that, Dazzling-oniisan? Sora wants to know!

Hiyori: Well I mean, that's it, isn't it? Playing this game requires you to think anything and everything could be a lie. Doubting your own friends is just how you start making progress.

Make a single mistake and you'll be made an example of, and once you are, you have no choice but to be eliminated.

You doubt and deceive your own friends, and despite knowing that one word from you could decide their fate, you up and say it anyway... Isn't that rather cruel?

Natsume: Hmph, how ludiCROUS. It's just a GAME, that’s why we can take it eaSY. Confusing fiction and reality like that is just nonSENSE.

Or WHAT, do you actually think that mystery writers are murderers in real LIFE?

Hiyori: Of course I'm aware of that. That's why I said it doesn't feel too great, but the game itself is fun and all.

This game may be built upon a foundation of cynicism, but I much prefer happier things and the ideal of inherent goodness. Those make a much finer weather ♪

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[Location: Seisou Hall Dorm Room (Leo, Natsume, Nazuna)]

Jun: I haven't been getting any good cards for a while now~ Every pull you’ve swapped with me has wound up in your favour, huh.

Natsume: Yup, seems like I'm in luck toDAY ♪ I must've taken all of YOURS.

Jun: Seriously~? C'mon, gimme a break.

Ah, my turn's over.

Hiyori: ...Is it just me, or have the two of you been getting closer lately? Natsume-kun. Don't you snatch Jun-kun without my permission, got that?!

Jun: He’s not, though. Even if I was being snatched, why would anyone need your permission for that?

Natsume: You KNOW… You're just barging into my room and saying whatever you LIKE, Tomoe-senpai.

Jun-kun's the one who dropped by and said he wanted to play a game in the first PLACE.

I've got the game he wanted to try so badLY, so I'm just playing with HIM.

Hiyori: In that case, Jun-kun's the naughty one here!

Jun: Why.

Hiyori: It's a beautiful thing to form bonds, but it's no good to wag your tail at just about anyone. You ought to have more dignity!

Natsume: ...AnyWAYS, Tomoe-senpai. Would you please stop trying to squeeze between Jun-kun and I?

There's plenty of room elseWHERE. It's too cramped like THIS.

Hiyori: I simply feel like sitting here, you see. I'm just exercising my freedom of choice ☆

Natsume: Just look at Jun-kun. You're leaning against him so much that he's starting to go sideWAYS. Poor THING.

Jun: I can barely even see the screen since he started this.

He's bored 'cause we're ignoring him, so he's being a pain to get back at us.

Hiyori: Never mind all that. Jun-kun, I'll have you know I'm hungry.

Jun: Geez, ignoring me the moment you don't wanna hear something, huh... Well, that's Ohii-san for you.

So? You're hungry, right? But if you eat at this hour, Ibara's gonna pitch a fit, y'know?

Hiyori: That viper's always spitting his venom everywhere, so I shall simply pay him no heed!

Natsume: Come to think of IT, it's already TEN… I was so absorbed in our game I didn't even noTICE. We've been at it for a WHILE...

Jun: In that case, shall we call it a night soon?

Hiyori: Yes, yes. Now then, Jun-kun, let's be off right away for a late night snack!

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[Location: Seisou Hall 1st Floor Passage]

Natsume: Then maybe I'll go to the kitchen TOO.

Hiyori: Hm? What's this? Natsume-kun, you're heading for the kitchen, too? Will you have a late snack with us?

Natsume: No WAY. I thought I'd just get something to DRINK.

—Hm?

Sora: ......

Natsume: (There're people outside… Sora and Kaminari-san? Did they just get back from WORK?

It seems like they're in some sort of deep conversaTION…?

I've almost never seen Sora look so seriOUS… It's different from when he's giving his all at WORK. What could have hapPENED…?)

Hiyori: Whatever's the matter, Natsume-kun? Don't just stand there zoning out — I'd like to hurry over to the kitchen at once!

Natsume: (I'm worried, BUT… Well, I'm sure it's FINE. It's probably not a good idea to pry too MUCH.)

I’m coMING.

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[7spaceace7]

Ego Holiday Headcanons

Haven’t decided if I’ll make more after this, but here’s some festive headcanons for the Septic boys! (tagging as Yuletube for my submission for the past two missed days, hope that’s alright!)

Henrik Von Schneeplestein

-The host of the Septic Ego Holiday Celebration (est. 2017)

-STRESSED

-If he wasn’t stressed enough by being a doctor (and parent lmao), HE IS NOW

-Getting all the egos together for the holidays and making sure they DON’T kill each other?? Someone give this man an award

-Everyone keeping their limbs would be his only Christmas wish

-He does not get said Christmas wish (see: Robbie)

-Switches up his black coffee for coffee with peppermint creamer

-Chase eventually hooks him on peppermint tea instead, he knows the Doc needs sleep

-Can be found humming along to the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy as he cooks holiday dinner

-Definitely has a “kiss the cook” apron

-Chase crossed out the “the” on it with “zhe” in sharpie

-Day 5, Schneep still hasn’t noticed

-Loves it, but still wears his doctor coat on top of it

-Gets very cold easily, so the fire is always burning

-Has a nutcracker collection

-It’s getting out of hand

Chase Brody

-Holidays are,,, hard for him

-Still sends his kids cards and presents, never actually knowing if they get them or not

-They do, I promise

-Wasn’t originally keen on celebrating with everyone, he has a tendency to self-isolate

-But once he gets there, he’s glad he did

-IMMEDIATELY tackled in a hug from Jackie

-”YOU’RE HERE!! Couldn’t start without you, dude!”

-Everyone else smiles and gives the appropriate hug

-(Anti does not, but no eye roll this time at least)

-Absolutely loves warm apple cider and has a good recipe to make his own

-Favorite Christmas movie is Elf, no I do not take criticism

-Has a soft spot for Mickey’s Once Upon A Christmas though because of his kids

-Holiday puns, you CANNOT get this man to shut up with the puns

- “Where’s Anti?” “Up to SNOW good! There’s SNOW way we can REIN him in now!”

-Once it snows, this boy is sledding down every hill in SIGHT

-Teaches Robbie how to catch snowflakes on his tongue

-Marvin makes him a “World’s Best Dad” sweater

-He totally cries and does not take it off the rest of the season

Jackieboy Man

-Christmas is his favorite holiday

-Good luck getting him to sit still around this time

-Has super strength, so he doesn’t quite have the same “don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself” factor that everyone else does??

-Nearly giving Henrik a heart attack everytime he moves, but make it Festive™

-”Guys it’s snowing!!” “JACKIE GET ZHE FAHK OFF ZHE RAILING”

-Slides down the stairs anyway

-Marvin made him a whole ass “ugly supersuit” instead of just a sweater

-It is a w f u l, but on purpose

-Ofc Jackie adores the shit out of it

-Loves snowball fights!

-Always gets targeted by Anti tho

-Eventually it turns into a snowball war

-Pulls Chase over to tag team him, then discovers Marvin has an alliance with Anti

-They will be here a while

-Time to break out the reindeer-themed boxers

-They go along perfectly with his red and blue sweater-suit

-Eventually able to settle down when it gets dark out, bonus points if there’s hot chocolate involved (courtesy of JJ)

-Don’t forget the marshmallows

-Wants to help everybody out with their plans, always does his best

-Even if his best includes falling off a roof

Marvin the Magnificent

-Made everyone sweaters, even Anti

-Spent too much time on the design parts to make em perfect, so he had to rush getting them all sewn

-Uses his magic to sew like three at once

-December 1st, 12:00am is when the Christmas music starts

-Mariah Carey impressions that slowly get higher as the month goes on

-Performs a “Let It Go” rendition that could rival Idina’s during christmas karaoke night

-Switches his regular mask for his holiday one with snowflakes instead of card suits on it

-The decorating master, with JJ as his apprentice

-Favorite part is designing for the lights outside

-Learned a spell to make it look like it’s snowing inside

-Forgot to learn the spell to make it stop snowing inside

-Ended up just sticking with those paper snowflakes dangling on the ceiling

-Asks Jackie for help with the lights on the roof, not because he can’t easily do it himself, he just knows that Jackie likes to help and this is the one thing he knows he can’t break

-Did not expect Jackie to break himself by falling off the roof instead

-Ends up finishing the lights with his magic anyway (after he untangles his boyfriend from the lights, that is)

-Can and will destroy Jackie during snowball fights just because he can

Jameson Jackson

-THIS BOY oh this boy

-Brings out the classic holiday music and sets it up on the gramophone

-LOVES making up dances to the music

-May be a classic boy, but his guilty pleasure is Michael Buble

-(Robbie calls him bubbles whenever he comes on)

-Goes ALL OUT with the holiday baking

-Cookies of all kinds, homemade gingerbread for the houses, so many pies, even learns how to bake his own bread

-Everyone agrees that his pumpkin bread is the best

-Anti especially loves the cherry pie for “aesthetic purposes”

-Has a whole “Twas the Night Before Christmas” puppet show routine

-His job is making the decorations while Marvin sets them all up, it’s a great dynamic

-Definitely makes those traditional popcorn garlands for the tree

-for some reason puts an orange in his stocking?? The others are confused, but he’s so excited so they just let him do his thing

-Now everyone has oranges in their stockings

-They still don’t know what it means

Antisepticeye

-Die Hard is a Christmas movie, dammit!

- “Grinch Bitch” is what his sweater from Marvin says

-Secretly likes it, but fuck off

-Wears it to sleep every night in Winter

-You know that thing where cats get under Christmas trees and swat at the ornaments? Yeah that’s him

-Loves the white elephant gift game

-Ends up getting a present and it’s a turtle

-His name is knives

-KING OF SNOWBALL FIGHTS

-Fills his snowballs with fake blood so they explode on people

- (at least we hope its fake)

-If it doesn’t snow enough, he is the bitch who throws water balloons instead

-Henrik still has work leading up to Christmas, so Anti listens to him rant when he gets home

-Christmas patients are fuckin crazy and he loves it

-One time fell asleep and woke up with a red nose and antlers

-Chase was never safe after that

-Kept the antlers though, they jingle

-Saved them all from Chase’s puns that day

- “Where’s Anti?” *distant, staticky jingling* “Ah there he is”

Robbie the Zombie

-LIGHTS...pretty lights…

-He loves the lights, and will try to eat them if you’re not careful

-Says they’re static candy

-Doesn’t get cold because he can’t feel it, so he often wanders around in the snow

-One time he came home without his left foot and Schneep nearly had a heart attack

-Turns out it froze in the snow and snapped off his leg

-The Great Foot Search Party of 2020

-Please don’t forget to bundle this boy up before going out

-Anti has knitted him a hat and scarf for just this reason

-Henrik was the Proudest Dad that day

-Totally gets to put the star on the Christmas tree every year

-Marvin levitates him high enough

-Favorite holiday movie is The Polar Express

-One time JJ came out with his signature hot cocoa during the movie scene and Robbie was THRILLED

-Talking almost knocked him over thrilled

-Tries to sing along to holiday music, the lyrics don’t work out much

-Really good at keeping a beat though

-Marvin made him a sweater with bells on it

-Adores the bells, flaps the too long sleeves to make them jingle

Shawn Flynn

-Likes Christmas, but like lowkey

-He’s a toymaker!!! He makes adorable toys for all the egos as their presents from him!!

-Didn’t really have a family to go back to in his days at Joey Drew Studios, so he was used to spending Christmas alone, usually working

-NOT ANYMORE!

-Now he has Too Much Family (but in the good way)

-Absolutely gets nicknamed Scrooge at first, probably because he really likes A Christmas Carol and he’s a grump

-Often can be found being pulled off to dance by the gramophone with JJ

-He’s got two left feet, but JJ doesn’t really care

-If anyone still believes in Santa, even just a little bit, it’s because of him

-Has a giant red sack that he fills up with toys he’s made and/or the ones no one could sell back at the studios and donates them to orphanages

-Usually sticks to his old timey clothes, but when he does wear modern Christmas attire like the sweaters, he has,,,no idea how to match things

-It’s ‘cause he’s red/green colorblind

-once asked why Marvin had “yellow” hair

-JJ makes sure that his decorations have lots of blues so it’s not so much strain on his eyes

[cg29]

TAG ask game . . .

3, 4 and 19 for Virgil

Q3: How did you get into Thunderbirds?

It all started when the original series of Thunderbirds was shown on BBC 2 in the early 90s. I was hooked from the start and wouldn’t miss an episode and even recorded episodes on VHS so I could watch them back.

My love continued and when they announced the live action film I was very excited. I went to see it at the cinema with my mum and brother and I remember walking away going, “yeah it was great,” but I was actually so disappointed with what they’d done. I just didn’t want to admit it because the show meant a lot to me. After watching it a 2nd time I admitted that I just did not like it. To me they get to much wrong, don’t focus on the other boys, and it’s just not Thunderbirds.

Moving on several years later the Thunderbirds Are Go 2015 reboot was announced and I remember being reluctant to watch it because of the 04 film. However, during a rewatch of my Thunderbirds series on DVD I had an idea for a story which I wanted to write - before beginning to write it I decided to read some other fanfics first and I stumbled on FanFiction.Net and was hooked. I then began writing & posting my 1st fic GONE (based on OS)

Anyways, it was because of reading those fanfics & after chatting to someone on FFNet (Still very good friends with but they’re not on here) convinced me TAG was worth the watch. And I did - and I am so glad! TAG alongside the original has gotten me through some very tough times, and because of it I’ve chatted to a heap of wonderful people, read some awesome fics, now have a few more friends, and 5 gorgeous plushie TAG boys - @tbirds

Q4: Any favourite Thunderbirds memories to share?

The original is so special to me because I got to watch it with my dad (he passed in 94) He loved it from when it was first on and we would watch it together - I remember sitting next to him, or on his lap. Also remember the 1st time I watched Terror in New York City. I was upset because Virgil had been hurt so he comforted me and got me some chocolate.

Q19: Give me a character and I’ll give you a headcanon?

Virgil 🥰😊🥰

I have a few but going to just mention 2 here.

The first is more TOS related (can be linked with TAG) and involves Virgil and water - Mainly because Virg seems to avoid it. He’s asked by TinTin and Gordon to come in and he declines. There is also another episode (gone blank on the episode title) where he seems to avoid it. So my headcanon is that Virgil had an accident when he was younger where he nearly drowned and has had a fear of going in a pool/ocean since.

The second is for TAG and involves Virgil and his secret crush/love for Penelope. Inspired by the screenshot I’ve added below. However, he was always to shy to tell her and no one (apart from possibly Scott) knows about his feelings. When he discovered Gordon liked her and he noticed her attraction towards his little brother he decided that he would never do anything about how he felt. Because he loved his bro too much! I’ve written a mini fic on his feelings ages ago - posting below the pic…

He watched her standing by the pool. Her golden hair glowing in the midday sun while she chatted and laughed the day away. He had known her for years and each of them at some point had admitted to having a crush on her. However, his crush had never dwindled. How could it when she was so amazing… Tenacity, intelligence, an inner beauty… All had radiated out and eventually he had to admit to himself that he was in love with her… Yet, he would never tell her how he felt. He couldn’t, not when she had given her heart to his brother.

[shoichee]

Lucky Bucket

Midorima x Reader

Word Count: 2686

Submission for @knb-kreations‘s All Hallows’ Eve event!

Prompt: black cat

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Midorima hated Halloween.

Why would anyone celebrate the day that is especially infamous for terrible misfortune and ominous superstitions?

Scratch that—why in god’s name does October have to exist?

He swore that every step he took provoked different unsettling breezes that whispered various taunts of a series of unfortunate events for Cancers like him.

He even tried to convince Captain Miyaji to bail out of practice for the month out of fear for his “safety and wellbeing,” promising to practice in the sanctuary of his own backyard to compensate.

“What the fuck are you on about?” the said Captain glowered, his patience visibly thinning on his face. “If this is about your horoscopes again, I’m not hearing about that shit again. Winter Cup is around the corner, and you still think you’ll get special treatment just because you’re one of the Generation of Miracles?”

“Sh-shin-chan, I think this is the time for you to run—”

“Takao. This is none of your—”

“5 extra laps around the campus.”

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“You 1st-years are really pushing your luck, huh,” Kimura deadpanned, slightly huffing to catch his breath after doing the extra laps.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch, Shin-chan.”

“I knew it—the horoscopes predicted that the majority of the signs would experience subpar luck today, nanodayo.”

“IT WASN’T THE PREDICTIONS THAT LED US HERE, IT WAS YOU!”

“Absolute nonsense. Why would I intentionally wish ill luck onto my teammates?”

“...”

“...”

“Can I throw my family’s pineapples at him?”

“... Maybe it’ll be better for all of our sakes if you’re out of practices just for this month.”

“That’s what I tried to tell the Captain, Otsubo-san,” Midorima sighed, disregarding the stupefying stares his teammates were giving him. “But he would not hear me out.”

“You’re such an impossible person to deal with. Takao, how are you even friends with him?—”

“I am not friends with Takao.”

“Shin-chan is just like an onion with many layers, y’see?” Takao lightly chuckles, evident that he was still short of breath from the sprinting. “I mean if anything, I wonder what (y/n)-chan sees in him.”

“Th-that is none of your business!”

“Awwwww, is Shin-chan being shy?”

“Cease this foolishness at once!”

“Oh hi, (y/n)-chan!”

“Wha—?” At the speed of Aomine’s agility, Midorima whirled around… to see nobody. Right on cue, Takao starts to struggle to hold back an unfiltered guffaw, and his other teammates had their own poor efforts of suppressing their own snickers at his moment of gullibility.

Midorima could feel his veins about to burst at his temples.

“Takao.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It was too good to pass up!—oh? (y/n)—?”

“Are you daft? I’m not going to fall for that again, nanodayo.”

“Fall for who, me?”

At the sound of your voice taking on an irritatingly familiar teasing tone, Midorima reluctantly swerved his head to meet your eyes. He quickly turns his attention away back to Takao in front of him.

“Was this your game all along?” Midorima narrows his eyes.

“What? No! This one was a total accident!—ow!”

“Midomido,” you pouted, prying your boyfriend’s arms away from a dying point-guard. “I want your arms around me too, y’know?”

The entire basketball team is standing there aghast at what you just said in front of the ever-modest Midorima. Sure enough, he was ready to put Takao into a chokehold, and if one didn’t know better, they might think they were extremely close.

“...”

“Miiiiiiido,” you said, tilting your head to look up at his face. He was definitely red. “I want a hug.”

“... We’re going,” was all he said as he (rather harshly) tugged your hand to walk away from the team.

“Oi! Practice isn’t even over yet!”

“Leave poor Shin-chan be. Cut him some slack just this once.”

“Miyaji-san isn’t going to like this when he finds out Midorima isn’t at practice… isn’t he going to kill us all?”

“Easy… just don’t let him find out.”

“Don’t let me find out what.” Miyaji looms over with a threatening smile in a feeble attempt to hide his dark expression. No one needed to turn around to know it was their spartan captain. The immediate chills down their spines told them everything.

“Sh-shit! Run!”

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“Shin-chan!~ Shin-chan!~ Shin-chan!~” you called out to Midorima in a sing-song voice to get him to break his silence. You knew that his amount of patience wasn’t generous like his Teiko-manager Momoi’s, nor was he honest about his feelings like his ex-teammate Kuroko, but nonetheless, he had his own unique charm that you found extremely adoring. To tease that is.

Midorima stops walking abruptly and you softly walk into him from the back, amusedly noting that he still has your hand in a tight grip in his own despite his obvious embarrassment.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?”

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’” you said, ready to pull out your signature pouts again. “Have you forgotten that I was gonna bring you a bento box to you at practice? Like I usually do?”

Ah, that was right. You always made the time to drop off snacks and water in the middle of practice. He supposed that his fanatical fear of bad luck for the rest of October made him forget. While he’s not the forgetful type, some extreme things just make him feel completely out of sync with his mind. October was one of those occasions.

“... you don’t have to always do this, nanodayo.”

You giggled. That was just his way of saying: “Thank you, but I don’t feel like I deserve all of this.”

“If you really wanna thank me, kiss me on the lips every time we meet up! Even in public!”

“Wha—!” he sputters. “D-Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Half joking. But I want you to rely on me more. I don’t think of this as a burden or obligation. I want to take care of you. Because I want to. Because I love you, Midomido~”

“... Did you have to say the last part?”

“This time I’m not joking, if you didn’t know.”

A silence falls between the two of you before you teased him to break that silence.

“How long are you gonna hold my hand? Not that I’m complaining obviously, but this is way too out of character for you.”

“Sh-shut up,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast onto your linked hands. “I’m thinking, nanodayo.”

And you patiently stand there, relishing the warmth of his hand as you shamelessly drink in the sight of his sweaty form from practice. His hair was a slightly darker viridian from the perspiration, and miniscule droplets slid off his biceps, making him all the more tantalizing.

“... I want to ask you something.” He lets go of your hand and you reluctantly do the same.

“Eh?” You broke out of your admiring trance as you slowly made eye contact with him again. His piercing gaze, you noted, hadn’t changed at all even from the physical exhaustion.

“Could you…” he started, clearly struggling to get the appropriate words out of his tongue. “... bring me extra lucky items every day… just for this… month.” He didn’t even say it in the tone of a question, and his tense shoulders told you everything you needed to know.

Shy Midorima was too adorable.

“Of course!”

“J-just like that?! You’re not going to ask me why?”

“I know you just wanna be extra prepared, Midomido,” you grinned. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” At your words, he visibly relaxes.

“However…” Midorima perks his head up.

“My lucky items won’t be based off of the horoscopes… but they’ll be all still chosen to help you in some way.”

“... You’re not planning anything, are you?”

“Of course not! I just feel that I would be able to help you better if I was able to choose these on my own terms since I’m not so good at astrology stuff! Plus, I celebrated Halloween and know all the October superstitions since I was a wee kid… I’m an expert on this stuff, trust me!”

Midorima hesitates before he sighs. You knew that meant he gave in and was ready to accept this without a further objection.

He is going to try to rely on you after all, so he might as well start by believing your words.

“Mido! Look! Those cats have been around lately! Aren’t they so cute??”

Please don’t let it be what he think it is, please don’t let it be what he think it is—

You dash from Midorima’s side as you ditched him for the felines, making the extra effort to coo at them to coax them towards your direction. You don’t even notice the way Midorima has his back to you, stiff as a plank.

“Ne, I’ve always wanted to pet them but they’re so sneaky and elusi—Mido? What are you doing?” you turn away from the cats to peer over the petrified greenhead. A realization popped into your head. “… No way! You can’t be scared of a bunch of cats.”

Midorima quietly gulped to himself before he slowly cranked his neck to you… before he noticed the pair of black cats analyzing him behind you. Chills visibly wracked his body before he bolted behind the nearest wall.

“(y-y/n)! Get away from them, nanodayo!”

“No, dummy! Look, they’re so affectionate and cuddly!” Midorima shrinks back further in annoyance when he sees them rubbing themselves up against you and monopolizing all of your attention. While he would’ve just tugged you away to feel your touch again… the cats were a genuine problem.

He stiffly brings out his phone before dialing his right-hand man.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“... Takao?”

Please leave a message for Takao Kazunari.

Fuck, how could he forget? He ditched today’s practice in the heat of embarrassment. They were probably at the gym ready to kill him tomorrow. He groaned before facepalming himself. Nothing seems to be going in his favor at all.

Damn it, it was all because of October.

He resignedly sighed as he put away his cell before you hopped to his side again.

“Wahhh, the cats just left,” you whined to him. “I really wanted to pet them more…” Before you reach out to try to hold his hand again, Midorima jumps 3 steps back.

“Stop right there. Not a step closer.”

“Wha? Why?!”

“Bad luck is all over you, and I will not have it be spread to me, nanodayo,” he explained as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “Wait right here. I’ll look for a lucky charm to repel the bad luck for you, (y/n).”

Had his superstitiousness really been that bad?

Half an hour passed before Midorima fully “sanitized” you with some type of water with a spray bottle and gave you a “special plushie” to ward off other misfortunes.

“Did you give me a cute stuffed toy because you felt bad for me?” you cooed at him.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea, nanodayo!” he vehemently denied. “The horoscopes said that this particular item was lucky for your sign today.”

“That’s so cute!” you giggled at him nonetheless, and you were immediately met with denying grumbles and half-shouts.

“Say, are you really scared of those cats?” you curiously turned to him.

“I am not scared,” Midorima said matter-of-factly. “They simply do not bring favorable luck.”

“... Right,” you dryly replied, but you decided to change the subject. “Do you ever see yourself ever prepared against the ‘bad luck’ to the point where you’ll never bat an eye at seeing them again?”

“If I work hard and take every opportunity I can, I don’t see why fate won’t give me a favorable outcome regardless.”

“You didn’t notice my spooky ‘bat’ pun, Mido!” you pouted at him.

“Wh-Wha—Stop that—Oi! Don’t tug on me, nanodayo!”

“I’ll see you off to your own house first, so you don’t have to go through the bad luck atmosphere here any longer, okay?”

Meanwhile in your mind, you were concocting up some ideas on how to boost his luck stat for the month…

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“Miiiiiiiiidohh!!” you sprinted to catch up to Midorima the next day, noticing how your boyfriend was eyeing warily at whatever you had in your hand. He wordlessly stops and turns to face you.

“I…” you heaved for air. “... have your… lucky item!” You held out a conspicuous, plastic pumpkin bucket, obviously meant to be used for trick-or-treating. He immediately had his guard up the moment he heard rattling coming from said bucket, but he reluctantly peered into it when you made the point of shoving the tacky orange container to his face.

… It was literally all the stereotypical lucky items he’d see in cartoons.

“Horseshoe… plastic dice toys… talismans?” he frowned. “... why are these papers misshapen 7’s and 8’s?”

“Ah… ehehe…” you sheepishly replied. “I may have fibbed up the cutting part just a bit because I was rushing…”

Midorima squints harder to try to discern the rest of the chaotic collection.

A random rabbit’s foot? He would assume it was faux… dirty pennies… dreamcatchers… acorns? Is that a smashed 4-leafed clover??

“... You said you had a lucky item. Singular noun,” he narrowed his eyes. “I was not aware that you garnered such a collection of multiple things in such a short time, nanodayo… unless you had these for a while now.”

“Yeah! Good catch, Midomido!” you grinned. “But it is a lucky item. It’s the bucket!”

“... I’m leaving.”

“No! Midomido!—Hear me out, I swear!” You tugged on his sleeve in a panic, and he heaved a sigh in response but nonetheless stayed in his spot.

“Okay so, any item that you put into this bucket… becomes lucky!” you explained with utmost seriousness. “Since these items are already known to be lucky, if you let it sit in the bucket, they become even luckier!”

Where the hell did you get this logic from?

“It also serves as your lucky item storage, so you can easily rummage out your lucky item for the day with total ease! Not to mention if you somehow run out of lucky items, you can just put any item into the bucket and it’ll turn lucky! You should totally…”

You’re rambling at this point, and while Midorima still cannot comprehend your flimsy logic, his eyes trained onto your bubbly face and your shining eyes, noting your most adorable smile you’d have when you were passionate about something.

… Maybe if you cared that much about his odd habits and went through such a huge extent for his sake, maybe the bucket isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe it’s lucky because you worked on this idea with love and care?

“Mido! Are you even listening?” you huffed. “Geez, I go through all of this for you and you won’t even listen! Hmpf!”

Midorima slipped out a small rare smile, and almost immediately, your angry face dissipated and was replaced by a faint blush.

“W-w-well, anyways!” you said. “Thank Takao too! He helped me put this bucket together last minute without letting out a single complaint!”

“Takao?”

“Oh! And one final, personal gift from me!” you said, ignoring his looks of confusion. You pulled something from your bag…

And it was a black-cat ear headband.

“Are you mocking me?”

“I would never, dummy!” you frowned. “I heard you say it many times during practice about how you have to know your enemies before you can defeat them!...

… What better way is there to know an enemy than to become them?”

Midorima’s smile was overtaken by the harshest frown you’ve seen in a while.

“This is Takao’s idea isn’t it?—where is he?”

“Nooooo! Midomido, come back! Let me put them on at least! Pretty please! Come on, put them on! I wanna hear you meow!—No, wait! Don’t leave me behind! I have so much fun plans for us on the actual day of Halloween! Don’t ruin the spirit, dummy!”

Needless to say, the real danger of his sanity (and his poor heart) was you.

Screw October—he has to learn how to be careful around your own devious tricks 24/7.