#now i can say tHEY ARE A COUPLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[shiningstages]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

NAME : Kitkatty / Kit / Kat

PRONOUNS : She/her!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Discord is the best way, though I only give it out to close friends on here! I respond to Tumblr DMs whenever I go to either of my blogs, so that's usually fine too!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE : *looks at me doing two Atlas replies before remembering I had this to do* ummmmmmmm yes. Atlas OC-Wise is just...So fun to write, but also so easy to just pop off a lil rn? I have really big Seele brainrot rn as well, so for now she'd be high on the list; Vane and Amethyst are usually up their choices as well. Issac, Minori, Tsukasa are also pretty high...Yeah!!

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS : Technically...August 2011. All of my experience is on Tumblr (though i did a bit of twit rp before it gave me anxiety and i yeeted it into the sun), but I first started out on anon and met a few really nice people (i've been...extremely lucky online, i know this; thank you to most of my past and all of the current people i know). Though I have recently joined a discord rp server made by a couple friends, and that also has been a blast; and I've done it on/off with a couple others as well.

BEST EXPERIENCE : ...It's kind of hard to pick a "best" experience, only because I have genuinely had so many amazing times on here. When my friend gbf server was a bunch of muns talking and rping and having fun; and the ptn server after that; and now this hsr rp server has been an absolute joy that I'm so glad to be a part of. There have been a couple months each year when somehow I just laugh so much and get so giddy and have the best time of my life. There's lil jokes and reaction images I still remember making; pinned messages I lovingly can't live down; connections I've made that I cherish so much. Again, I wanna say that I've been so lucky to have mostly been surrounded by such good people, and for making all my places online a joy to be in! Without you all, who knows where we'd all be now, you know!

RP PET PEEVE : I'm like..........Really bad at thinking of these now gfhgfhgfxjfhghf I guess not necessarily a pet peeve, but when I hear from friends of people in the rpc that do?? Harrass / harm people?? Like what is that for???????? It's the thought of "what compels a person to be so mean??" and it makes me a lil anxious and boils me like a lobster, especially when it's stuff directed at people I care about. When it just continues for forever too; when it's just hateful stuff, the block button is there for a reason and I have no problem using it; they should just use it and stop wasting their own time on any of these things.

PLOTS OR MEMES : I'm always willing to do both, but memes are v versatile..........Sending random stuff through asks that pops into my head is also fun too; but I only do that with like Wars / Charlie / Serin. The Besties (tm).

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Honestly I just. Write hjgghfghgcfgkhfg. I'm very much a "I'm only writing if I have the energy for it" woman nowadays, but it can be matched length, a lil longer, or "oops I wrote a novella again~" So...I'm so sorry for everyone that deals with all of it ghgjgfhgfxjchfgjxchf

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES : I feel like at first I definitely picked up muses when I could relate to their struggles on a ground level, but nowadays it's more...That, combined with "do I really like this character? Probably gonna become a muse at some point". I also feel like I'm not like any of my muses, at least not as much anymore? Someone could prove me wrong though.

Tagged by: @shackld ( thank you hun~ )

Tagging: you!!!!!!!!!! reading this!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!

[kingarmorking]

HOHHH OK LEMME SEE IF I CAN GET MY THOUGHTS TOGETHER (SORRY FOR EXCESSIVE USE OF CAPS)

CLAPS

IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVE MY AU YOU HAVE SO MUCH SELF CONTROL TO KEEP THIS A SURPRISE UNTIL NOW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WAS SO FUCKING GOOD FIRST AND FOREMOST. YOU TOOK MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SCENE IN BATB AND TURNED INTO MY AU IM SO

OH MY GOD I COULD CRY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

LEMME TRY AND HIGHLIGHT SOME OF MY FAVORITE PARTS IN THIS (SPOILER ITS THE ENTIRE THING BUT IMMA TRY. ALSO THIS GOT LONG SO CUT)

riku trying to figure out who sora is among the twins and just... defaulting to "blond" because of his behavior now but also understanding that sora has been like this for SO LONG that it could be equally possible for it to be "brunet" - I AM ON THE FLOOR SOBBING BECAUSE YES EXACTLY IT 😭SORAS BEEN CURSED FOR AT LEAST A DECADE AND EVEN HE BARELY REMEMBERS HOW HE USED TO BE

sora catching him and riku not being afraid of him - EATING THIS SHIT UP HE KNEW IT WOULD BE A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HE WAS CAUGHT

"He does feel bad for breaking Sora’s rules, as it seems it’s all he has left—" - you know how i feel about this but AAAAAAAAAAA SORA IS SO SADDDDDD (says the one who made him sad)

sora's little "please" after telling him to get out AND THEN THE DESCRIPTIONSSSSSSSSSSSS OH MY GOD THE DESCRIPTIONS - SORA IS TRYING TO HARD. HE DOESNT WANT TO LASH OUT AT RIKU BUT HES STEADILY LOSING HIS PATIENCE AND THEN THAT LEADS INTO

"standing taller in the light, covering as much of it as he could as though he owned the darkness, he was the darkness." - HE TAKES FULL ADVANTAGE OF HIS SIZE, HOW HE BLENDS INTO THE SHADOWS AND BLOCKS OUT ANY AND ALL LIGHT.

the fact that its not sora's roars that force riku out its the incessant ringing thats doing it, as if that wasn't a factor riku would've stood his ground longer

RIKU APOLOGIZING FOR SMTH NOT HIS FAULT BUT HE FEELS SO! MUCH! EMPATHY! TO THE FACT THAT SORA HAS BEEN CURSED FOR YEARS

katsu and yuu mention my beloveds🥺

"I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not enough." - (spongebob voice) i made a sweater from my tears

THE ENTIRE SCENE IN THE FOREST IS PERFECTION.

how what riku wanted to protect as a child vs now as an adult has grown and expanded from his brothers, to kairi, the town, then the realm and how that includes the castle AND SORA??? LYING IN A PUDDLE MADE FROM MY MELTED HEART

RIKU AND SORA'S BANTER IN THE FIGHT! WE LOVE TO SEE IT AND WE LOVE THIS POWER COUPLE!

“You have some pretty good feelings,” Riku says. "I hope so. I only have so many." SORA PLEASE

EMPATHATIC RIKU EMPATHATIC RIKU EMPATHATIC RIKU!! HE SEES BRUNET NOW!! HE'S GOTTEN A GLIMPSE OF THE REAL SORA BURIED UNDER 10 YEARS WORTH OF DESPAIR AND HOPELESSNESS

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could save you.

I wish I could love you.

…can I? YES YES YOU CAN RIKU

IN CONCLUSION

I AM DECEASED. I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN. IM GONNA BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS TO COME AND NOW IM SO FIRED UP TO CONTINUE SEDI

drum roll please...

hello @kingarmorking! I'm your Secret Santa!!!

I will admit, your prompt had me confused at first glance but once I came to actually look at your account and work, OH was I eating!!! Sora as the Beast??? Riku as the Beauty??? it's been such a hassle not reblogging your art and leaving comments in order to keep anonymity... I'm obsessed with this AU and this is the product of that!

in case you don't remember, you asked for a scene written or something taken straight from Beauty and the Beast, and. I hope you don't mind if I was a little self-indulgent. I took some inspiration from the film but also... angsted it. ahh, I hope you enjoy it!!!

(everyone else, go read SEDI!!!)

secrets never kept, promises never made

Riku wonders which is Sora.

The two portraits hang proudly on the wall, even with time making them fade away and tearing at their corners. They both have dark green backdrops, the subjects facing each other, and Riku props his hand on his hip.

One is of a blond boy and the other is of a brunet. They have matching blue eyes, faces etched into permanent frowns of solemnity (although the brunet looks like there’s a slight whisper of a smile threatening to escape), and hair slicked down. They wear matching royal blue suits, and while only their upper bodies are shown, they seem so well put together.

Which is Sora? Riku can’t figure it out. He's passed this hallway a few times, without the Beast ever knowing, and he keeps trying to figure it out, and to no avail over and over. Was it the blond who seemed so serious, so sad? Or was it the brunet who seemed to try to hide a smile that even the painter picked up on?

Riku figures it’s the blond. Sora doesn’t seem like the smiling type.

But then again—if Riku was trapped in a body for that long, he wonders how much he would change. He isn’t the smiling type or the particularly over-joyous type, but Riku still had some joy in his heart, even if he couldn’t show it. Where would it all go?

Buried deep down somewhere like some sort of coffin.

His metaphor is cut too soon with a sudden gust of wind.

This hallway is abandoned, with cobwebs wrapping themselves around candles like babies to their mothers, with all the blue walls having turned into darkness. Curtains hug the windows and even if it was day, no light would be omitted. For all intents and purposes, this hallway was intended to be left to time.

And yet, the door slams open, and Riku’s cloak flutters behind him. Riku doesn’t feel the fear he expects himself to be overcome by when he turns to see the large keeper of the castle standing there, shadows covering his face and expression.

Instead, Riku only turns. What else is there to do?

You’re not supposed to be here.

“I apologize,” Riku says, in only half honesty. He does feel bad for breaking Sora’s rules, as it seems it’s all he has left—he doesn’t feel bad for wanting to learn more. For wanting to end this eternal darkness plaguing this realm.

It’s why he hesitates and bites back his tongue to ask, 'Which one is you?' Is it important? Does Sora even remember? (Would he even tell Riku?)

Get out. A please is added after a moment, and Sora’s large form takes a step closer as if trying to goad Riku out. The shadows seem like a good place for him like he was made for it, and Riku wonders if that bothers him.

Both of the twins didn’t seem particularly sad. Neither of them seemed like they lingered in the shadows—

And yet, here they are.

Riku glances down and sighs. He can't suppress his curiosity, craving the safety knowing would bring. “Sora,” he calls. “How—”

It was a long shot, Riku knew, but he didn’t expect Sora to let out a mighty roar that shook the whole room. Riku lets out a startled yelp and hardens his gaze as Sora simpers, standing taller in the light, covering as much of it as he could as though he owned the darkness, he was the darkness. I said GET OUT.

It rings in Riku’s ears and he presses a hand to either one. He presses harder because the ringing doesn’t stop, and it echoes into his brain. It makes him nauseous and he—he has to get away from Sora.

I’m sorry, Sora, some part of him calls, stumbling backward. I’m sorry this happened to you.

The ringing, the ringing, the ringing, it drives Riku crazy and he keeps limping until he reaches what he thinks is a balcony. The ringing is going quieter, but it’s still there—is Sora still in that room? Riku hears something behind him—maybe Sora tears down the painting. Riku doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he scales the side of the castle walls the way he and Katsu used to climb houses when they were smaller.

Riku keeps moving forward—why won’t the ringing stop?

Is this Sora, trying to push him away; or trying to pull him back?

It’s getting quieter, though.

Riku keeps moving forward. I’m sorry, he keeps repeating in his mind, as though to swat away all of Sora’s rage. Neither of those twins seemed like they could get too angry. Well—the blond, maybe. So that must be Sora. So angry all the time, but Riku knows he would be too, so he could still be the brunet, and on and on Riku’s thoughts go. I’m sorry, he’ll repeat, and he’s not sure if he’s sorry this happened to Sora and he can’t save him, or sorry that he’s wondering this at all. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not enough.

The ringing stops.

Riku drops his hands and suddenly recognizes the cold. Wrapping his arms around himself, Riku shivers and blows out condensing cold air, trying to take note of where he is. Trees—ah, the forest, of course.

There’s still some light. Riku turns around and huffs. This is the last place he’d like to be found in the darkness and the last place he’d like to be found while the world keeps falling to its creatures. In short, this is one of the few places Riku likes and he can’t understand Yuu’s obsession with it. The name sends a jolt of warmth through him, the warmth of joy: Please have made it to the capital alright.

The warmth of joy is washed out with a bucket of shame: he came here to save the realm. And he spent his time wondering what Sora looked like. He spent his time aggravating him instead of freeing the realm. 

And of course, Riku—the shivers rack through him violently, interrupting his thoughts—wonders what exactly is going through Sora’s mind. Telepathy isn’t enough. Riku wonders what Sora feels and what Sora actually wants to do, instead of what he says. Riku wonders so much, but that’s not important.

What’s important is the people he loves who he can’t count on one hand, who grow every single day. When he was small it was his brothers, and then it was Kairi, and then it was the town, and now it’s the realm. (And maybe, now it’s the castle. Maybe, now it’s Sora.) He can’t lose sight of that. The moment he does, that’s when he’ll be in trouble—

Riku lets out a yelp as something latches to his leg. He kicks at it, but his boots are dull and tired, and the something yanks him to the ground. Slamming to the ground without an ounce of gracefulness, Riku grabs a handful of snow and chucks it forward, alongside kicking with his free foot.

The something lets out a warbled hiss and backs off quickly, and—

Shadows.

Riku doesn’t have a weapon.

Riku scrambles to his feet and looks around. Slowly, white snow is overtaken by these creatures of the night and Riku only has a few seconds to think, and oh! Trees! They have sharp branches, don’t they?

Riku rushes out of the opening and grabs a fallen branch, the first one he grabs with no care for sharpness. He maybe should’ve cared. This one is duller than a dying light, but beggars can’t be choosers and Riku can’t be monster food.

The shadows are small enough, but Riku knows that small things can be overwhelming in larger groups. He needs to keep them down to keep an upper hand, and Riku sweeps his stick in a low arching movement, knocking three of the creatures to the ground.

They dissolve into the night and Riku dances with the night. He spins and strikes, and for a moment, there are only two more left, and he can head back to the castle and work—

A shadow claws at Riku’s leg and it tears through his slacks. Letting out a shout, Riku falls forward and quickly turns onto his back. No, no, no, he isn’t going to let these puny monsters be the death of him, not when he has so much to fight for (but how, there are so many, he can’t do this alone!)

Shadows restrain Riku’s wrists and he headbutts forward, trying to knock the closest one off balance, but all he ends up doing is flailing. What do they even want, his soul? Well, they can’t have it! Riku keeps fighting and he feels darkness suffocating him. They can’t have it, they can’t have it, they can’t have it, he needs to protect the ones who he loves, it’s getting darker and darker—

The shadow is tossed off Riku’s body and the weight is lifted from his limbs. Riku’s eyes search, dazed.

In the darkness, Riku finds something even darker; something more light than anything here. “Sora,” Riku groans. The shadows are regrouping, and Riku pushes himself up onto his elbows.

I’m sorry, Sora tells him. It seems like he’s panting; it seems like he’s human. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you like that.

“I shouldn’t have pried,” Riku automatically says, holding his head. He's spinning. No, he's not, he's on the ground. Yet, he's spinning. Maybe he was a dancer in a past light.

No…you’re within your right, Sora begins, before turning. But shall we deal with these first?

“Probably smart,” Riku tells him, pushing himself to unsteady feet. He lurches forward and Sora is there to grab him and to hold out— “My sword!”

I had a feeling, Sora explains, holding his hands out at either side of him, that there would be trouble.

“You have some pretty good feelings,” Riku says.

I hope so. I only have so many.

Riku is about to laugh, thinking it’s a joke, until a shadow jumps at him and he needs to swing his sword down. The arch is true and it feels right, unlike the imitation called a stick. This feels right, this fight, and when the shadow is extinguished, it’s time for the next one.

The cold doesn’t bother Riku. The numbers don’t bother Riku. Nothing bothers Riku are he swings forward, accompanied only by the sound of metal, his grunting, and Sora’s loud footsteps. Sora, Riku thinks, sparing a glance or two or three or four at him.

Sora is a fighter. It’s like he was made for this, mixing between magic and physical combat. Both leave Riku reeling and for a second, Riku imagines someone else.

He imagines the boy with blond hair, back to back with him. “We’re almost there!” Riku tells Sora and Sora lets out a grunt to let him know he heard, and the two kick off each other again. The shadows keep going. But they’re bound to come. The blond is nothing but rage, nothing but—

Riku feels a wave of joy take over him, a joy that isn’t his.

Riku slices and imagines the boy with brown hair, switching spots with him. Sora’s better at large groups and Riku’s better at large shadows. The two nod to each other and they’re fighting again, and there’s almost a hop in Sora’s step, like he hasn’t fought in a while. No, he has fought.

Like he hasn’t fought with someone in a while.

Riku slams his sword down and imagines the boy with brown hair, sticking to his forehead, laughing.

The shadows are gone. Riku turns around—

And sees the Beast looking back at him.

Riku smiles at Sora.

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could save you.

I wish I could love you.

…can I?

I hope you enjoyed that!!! like I said, EXTREMELY self-indulgent. I'm so sorry, your AU just gave me brain rot! I was inspired by the scene above where Belle gets attacked by wolves and the Beast comes to save her, except... well, this is Soriku, they would kick ass together!

happy holidays! thanks for a lovely prompt <3

[snoopykiiit]

💫 lihuan + yuyang = couple goals 🌟

like/reblog if u save 💖

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, dear readers, to part 1 of the finale to the BackupKingdom2 saga! We’re in our final ambition now, let’s check how Liz’s post-divorce-bloodbath is going..

Oh yes, excellent. Our path to death-achievement-glory has been paved with so many executions that wherever I look I see npcs crying..

..comforting each other..

..and in Agnes' case, coming straight to Liz to.. ask for mercy for the populace I guess?? Bruh. I can't believe we even brought down AGNES, truly this is the saddest kingdom on earth. Amazing job, Liz, you've definitely earned your place in the tyrant hall of fame!

Now a lesser player would be like "oh, maybe we should chill a little on the insane tyrant thing, finish the Pirate/Noble arc cause we've been dragging this war out so the pirates/guildsmen would keep spawning and it should have ended like 20 quests ago" and true, we could just end it, we ran a very effective operation around here, shoutout to MVPs Donius and Bellinda and their 'seductive' legendary traits:

They bedded them and Liz beheaded them, the power of teamwork! So one could say that we should consider raising kingdom morale now because everyone is so depressed but I think, if anything, now is the time to ramp it up and go for some of the other morally questionable achievements! Like Machiavelli said, you should commit all your atrocities at once! What do you think, Liz? Ready to get atrocious?

-OH FUCK YEA, I’M ENRAGED, I DROPPED MY FIDDLE IN THE PIT AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE SERVANT TO GET ME A NEW ONE!! WHY DOES EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME >:(

Aw I’m sorry Liz, but I’m sure you the upcoming suffering of your subjects will cheer you up!

-Ok motherfuckers, by order of the Crown aka ME -you hear that Rae?? ME, NOT YOU. God I want to execute you so bad, fucking ingrate, do you remember what rags you were wearing when I hired you??  

Let’s get this back on track, Liz.

-Right, so by order of the Crown, Magus Olivia and Spymaster Spainot are given COMPLETE LEGAL IMMUNITY to do whatever the fuck they want in the interest of earning achievements, so don’t you people come crying to me cause I don’t give one tiny chinchilla crap about your health and livelihoods. If you need me for something actually important, I'll be at the gates, executing anyone who doesn't like my fiddle playing.

-Oh man, this folksy peasant hat isn’t protecting my ears enough.

-THOUGHT I WOULDN’T HEAR YOUR LITTLE MURMUR, DID YOU  -YOUR MAJESTY NO I ONLY MEANT MY EARS WERE COLD -WELL ALL OF YOUR BODY’S ABOUT TO BE COLD NOW! CONSTABLE, THROW THIS PEASANT IN THE PIT

-Death marker? I hardly know 'er!

So the Constable npc has this little Billy Elliot subplot going, I'm pretty sure he has the 'drunkard' fatal flaw because he was always at the tavern so I had Bellinda try to hire him to perform in one of her plays just to see what would happen and it actually worked, and now he moonlights as an actor! It's cute but it also takes forever for him to come arrest people.

-THEY LOVE ME ❤️😁 -CONSTABLE WHATSYOURNAME, COME OVER HERE AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB OR YOU'RE NEXT FOR THE PIT

-No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, when someone dies😢

In the background you can see that Bellinda just got a pregnancy bump, it’s her lovechild with Donius, I for real can’t keep these two apart. Anyway, the time has come..

..to unleash Magus Olivia onto the populace.

-You know what, I'd rather not, this book is finally getting good and I'm sick of cursing peasants, it doesn't even drop their mood that much..

Oh no, Olivia my beloved, we're not cursing them, we're going for the 'Well Done' achievement!

-NO WAY.

WAY.

-Won't I be executed??

You have immunity! You can do whatever you want!! And, AND, once you complete it, because I know it's tiring, I'll give you a magic skeletal parrot as a gift!! Edward got all the materials for it while treasure-hunting, you'd think I'd let him keep it but that's not the kind of shop I'm running here.

-This is my face of pure, childlike happiness!

Good lord, it’s terrifying, please don’t look at me like that.

-Alright, time to roll down my sleeves so they look more sinister and do this thing.

You can do it, Olivia!

-Of course I can, save your reassurance for the flops that need it.

-I.. cast.. INFERNO!

...

-What?

I mean really, those are the words, "I cast inferno"? Can't you say something with more evil magical flair?

-Not when I have to cast it 80 fucking times I can't.

-IT BURNS, IT BURNSSSSS

Oh how the tables have turned, usually it's the witch that gets burned, huhu! Did you hear that, Olivia? Did you like my joke??

-Oh, it's beautiful!

Well it wasn't one of my best-

-Not you, you needy moron, the sight of burning flesh! I can't wait to do this 79 more times!

Alright, so everyone in the tavern has been turned into a chicken nugget, time to get some rest and check in with Spainot!

-Amazing news, Rodolfo, I just got royal permission to unlawfully lock up and interrogate whoever I want for the achievements!!!

-Darling, no offense, but aren't you a bit too shit at your job for that? -WHAT????

-FUCK YOU RODOLFO YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY SUCCESS -I WISH I WAS JEALOUS OF YOUR SUCCESS, THEN YOU'D BE SUCCESSFUL AND I WOULDN'T BE MARRIED TO A BROKE LOSER

-And then he says the only reason he hasn't dumped me is he doesn't wanna be a rando npc while Batshit Liz is on an execution spree, can you believe this bullshit? How can anyone be so hurtful??

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NO NO PLEASE DON'T HAVE THIS CHINCHILLA MAUL ME I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT

-How about you give me some marital advice, are you even listening?! Ugh.

That's right, while Olivia is inferno-ing the peasants, I've sicced Spainot on the nobility, specifically all those foreign diplomats that are always hanging in the reception hall, lagging up the place. We're going for the 100 interrogations achievement and we’ve installed a nice spiky torture chair right in the middle of the hall to save time! Now this is how we keep every stratum of society terrified enough to not realize that the person in charge is.. uh.. well you know:

-DANCE TO MY FIDDLE, PIRATE, DANCE!

-I AM!!!!!

-DANCE MORE ENTHUSIASTICALLY. ALL THE WAY TO THE PIT

After a couple days and several locations I feel we’re pretty close to 80 infernos!

I’d say we’ve burned a good 50-60% of the population at this point, everywhere I look I see singed townies-

-so we take this little barbecue to the palace because we’ve ran out of peasants and it’s time to start burning the foreign dignitaries. And it’s a good thing we do, because Olivia meets Nyrexis the Dragon!!!! 

Nyrexis is the human form of the dragon from a hilar quest where there’s a dragon in the kingdom and you can either befriend it or slay it, I had Bellinda befriend it:

So if you complete the befriend route of the quest, the human form of the dragon appears in town and is in love with whoever did the quest, in this case Bellinda. I am of course not about to waste Dragonfu on Bellinda’s basic ass, plus I feel Olivia is kind of a dragon with all the people she’s been burning so they have a lot in common! 

We dazzle Dragonfu with a coin trick! True magic at work.

-OMG IT WAS BEHIND MY EAR THE WHOLE TIME -I KNOW!

Good God, all of Olivia’s ‘happy’ expressions are terrifying, just don’t smile ever again, you’re too evil for it, you’re gonna scare the dragon away!

Or not!!!!

 AWWWWW 🐲❤️🔮

You know what, fuck it, let’s lock it down, when it’s right it’s right!

-Burn stuff with me forever?? -I WILL!!!!

-We are gathered here today, under threat of fiery death, to join two unholy abominations in holy matrimony. Yes, the irony is not lost on me. 

AW CONGRATS GUYS <3333 The wizard tower is so small and family un-friendly and Olivia is so unmaternal but come on, like I’m not gonna have her reproduce with a fucking dragon.

Back to Spainot, we’ve hit a slight bump, mainly that this Snordwich lord is proving fucking impossible to torture. 

-Um.. Are you enjoying this??? -Sure am, bad boy, but why don’t we take this somewhere more private already?

Wtf, stop sexually harassing the innocent person who’s torturing you! Does no one around here have any sense of humanity anymore??

-Come on, Spainot, throw some flesh-eating rodents at him! -I’M BUILDING UP TO IT, RAE, GAWD. No one likes a back-seat torturer!

-HA, who’s the loser now, Rodolfo? Rodolfo?? RODOLFO

Ya Spai I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure he left while you were interrogating, I haven’t seen him in like 3 days.

-WHAT. So Olivia completes one achievement and gets a dragon wife and a magic skeletal bird and I complete three and get dumped?!

Well what do you want from me, I don’t make the rules!

-YES YOU DO

Can we move on, please? And Olivia had a very rough go of it-

-she got burned in some rando quest and looked positively karma-stricken after, inferno-ing left and right while sporting this look! She deserves a magic bird!

Congrats on your success and 4 kids, Olivia! 

-I love this skeleton bird more than I thought it possible to ever love something.

-Gee, thanks mom. 

We had leftover bones so here, Spainot, you get a magic bird too.

-A bone parrot is little comfort when you’ve lost the only bone that matters! Why Rodolfo, whyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Oh I don’t know, probably because you challenged him to duels 3 times a day?

-No, that can’t be it.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but you look like a man who has nothing to live for?

-Yea, I certainly don’t.

So you wouldn’t mind like, jumping into the pit multiple times so you can get the parts we need for the hardest achievement in game aka Legendary Doomsword?

-Rodolfo had one of those too, it was legendary and now that it’s gone I’m doomed!!!

Ok ya ENOUGH metaphors about Rodolfo’s absent penis, although they really are writing themselves. We’ll get him back! If you survive all the pit jumping that is. Join us next time for part 2: Legendary Doomsword!

[another-fantasy-world]

Hi! Can I request a part 2 to your Valkyrae imagine?

GIF isn’t mine. Credits to the owner!

Title: Idol’s Inspiration Part 2 

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rae x Fem! Reader

Summary: A collection of moments involving an idol and a streamer

Warnings: Cursing?. Just pure fluffiness

Word Count: 3,043 words

I had way too much ideas on this one so this is going to be a collection of said ideas. Have fun!

Actually, I saw someone on my dashboard asking for Rae x Reader imagines, so hi to that person!

You can read Part 1 Here

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You took a couple of days before you gathered the courage to actually message Rae, you also spent those couple of days staring at the paper containing her number and your phone, which also has her number punched in. 

“Okay. I just have to press send...” Your fingers hovered over the icon as you chewed your lips in nervousness.

“Oh damn it.” Luna groaned before snatching your phone and pressing send, barely giving you time to retaliate

“Hey!” You complained, staring at her in disbelief

“You were taking too long” She shrugged, sipping on her milkshake as she tossed your phone back to you

You only had time to roll your eyes before phone vibrated.

‘About time you texted me, I was beginning to think you forgot. Oh and totally, I could make a lobby for you rn’

‘Sounds good! I’m free this Friday!’

You smiled, well, looks like you’re playing with your favorite streamer group this Friday then.

-

Your bandmate Jace actually owns a gaming pc, to which you borrowed to play among us, which ended you up here, in his room, on a private discord call with Rae, her helping you set up for tomorrow.

“So is this your first time, ya know? Playing among us?” Rae asks as the download bar for the proximity chat

“Oh no. Uhm, My bandmates and I play all the time, sometimes on public lobbies and sometimes we drag our crew to play, especially while on the tour bus. Plus, I watch you scream and play all the time so you don’t have to worry about me Rachel” You explain, smiling softly at the memories, trying to ignore the feeling of content and satisfaction at how easy her name rolled out of your tongue

“That’s cool.” She replies, about to say something when a bark interrupts her

“Mika! Hi! Hi baby~” You hear her coo, your smile widening

“Raeeee! Tell Mika I said hi!” You chuckled

“Y/N says hi!” She says, running her hand through Mika’s fur, the white furball now sitting in her lap

“Awee~ You’re both so cute~” You coo, laughing when Rae hid herself behind Mika

You spent the night talking about random stuff, setting up for the game and running a test run with her, but then laughing when you realized you can’t play with just the both of you, ultimately deciding to start early tomorrow for a test run. Her also adding you to their discord before sleeping.

-

“My new favorite seafood!” You furrowed your brows when you heard Sykkuno’s voice fill your ears when you joined the discord call

“Shrimp.” Brooke giggled

“OOOOOHHH. So that’s why they were saying shrimp for Rae. I was like, what does that even mean?” Rae’s sentence caught you off guard, especially since you just tweeted that exact same phrase before logging in.

“shit.” You mumbled, having dropped the lid of the water jug you were drinking from.

“Y/N! HI HI HI HI” Rae greeted

“Hello.” You replied, a little overwhelmed at being the center of attention.

“Pfft- My chat is saying shrimp for Y/N now” Sykkuno announces

“Mine too” Brooke agrees, soon followed by the rest of the lobby, making you laugh

“I’m Sorry, Sorry! Actually, I may know why that’s happening. Fun fact! I actually gave people permission to shrimp for me on an interview, since I found it funny, especially since I’m also shrimping for someone.” You explained

“Oh yeah! I saw that clip.” Rae mumbles, trying to decide which color she should be in and what hat she should wear

“I wonder who Y/N is simping for. Hmmmm. Who could that be? Hmmmm.” Toast teases

“Yeaaah. I wonder who that could be.” Poki replies, her teasing tone much more evident

-

It had been a couple weeks now since you first played with Rae and her friends, her friends who are now also your friends. You were pressured to stream on YouTube by your fans and also Rae, who you now have late night talks with.

“Y/N! Hiiiiii!” You hear Rae as you rounded, soon followed my Corpse’s voice

“Choke me-” Corpse started

“LIKE U HEYT MEH BAT U LAB MEH-” Rae continued, mispronouncing words that made you chuckle

“Lowkey wanna date me when you hmm me.” You sang, connecting the wires

“NEW SONG! NEW SONG! Corpse and Coldify! C and C!” Rae exclaimed, her little red bean circling you and Corpse

“Oh yeah, definitely, Corpse? You up to it?” You ask, doing a little wiggle to show your excitement

“Hell yeah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” he does that deep voice thing that made you flinch

-

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the sound of my voice.” Rae exclaims, talking to chat you assume.

You rolled your eyes, finding Rae’s voice beautiful. You jumped out of the vent, knowing that no one was around, making her scream

“Hi! Just wanted to pop in and let you know that your voice is actually beautiful and I would love to sing with you some time. That’s all, I’ll go back to killing now, Oh! you might want to check vitals, love.” You say, hopping back into the vent, laughing silently. Then abruptly stopping when you realized you called Rae “love”, glancing at the chat, who were now spamming your ship name with Rae

Seeing Lily alone, humming a tune, you quickly popped out of the vent, sliced him in half before a meeting was called, Ludwig finding Toast’s body.

“Before we start. I just want to say, to the person who called me “love”... You don’t get to call me that then run away!” She exclaims

“Sorry! I got embarrassed!” You pouted. You wiggled your eyebrows at your chat, smirking slightly

“Uh-huh. Oops, Sorry Lud. Carry On” Rae says, letting Lud explain his “Different Universe” theories about how Toast died.

-

“Heeeey...” Rae trailed out, her cornering you in storage

“Hiiii?” You smiled nervously. You don’t know what was happening in her mind

“Soooo... Babuska?” You immediately got what she was implying, nodding frantically, before realizing she couldn’t see you

“Yeah. Yeah let’s do this!” You both walked out, Rae on the lead while your white character trails after her

“OH LOOK! There’s Corpse! And Sykkuno! Hiiiiiii!” She greeted cheerily, somehow you could see the evil smile on her face

“oh- Oh. Hi Rae! We’re just shooting some space rocks here!” Sykkuno says, her green character circling Rae

“I see. I see... Babushka.” Rae states, you wait a couple of seconds letting Sykkuno and Corpse panic first, before slicing Corpse in half.

“OH JESUS! You killed Corpse! You killed him! You really kil-” He was cut off when Ash creeped behind him, biting his head off

“Thanks Ash.” You say, laughing as Rae gasped and laughed as well

-

“Rae~ Oh Rae~” You chuckled, looking for the brunette

“What?!” She exclaimed from her spot behind the seismic reactors

“Oh uhm, are you streaming right now?” You asked her, preparing yourself for what you are about to say.

“Uh yes? Duh?” 

“Ohkay... well, hypothetically, If I were to ask you out, is it okay if I do it on stream orrr?”

“Well, hypothetically, I would be fine with it either way, yes.”

“Oh okay!” You clear your throat

“Ms. Valkyrae, The Valkyrae, Rae, would you please grace me with your presence on this coming friday night and allow me to buy you dinner, m’lady?” You say in your best posh voice

“...Yes” She says in a small voice

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7!” You say

“Great! Okay”

“Great. I’ll kill you now.” you say

“Wait what?!” she exclaims, her scream perfectly cut when the victory sign flashes on your screen.

“THE AUDACITY! HOW DARE YOU! I- I CAN’T EVEN” She rages

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You apologized, laughing your ass off

-

“I’m on Y/N Protection Services! She’s been dying a lot lately!” Rae exclaims, you rolling your eyes at her dramatics, both of you were impostors.

“Well, thank you m’lady” You replied, faking gas

“Ooooooh! I have speci, come.” Rae says, her red character slicing toast nonchalantly when you passed him doing telescope

“Uhm-”

“Shh.” 

And suddenly, when the decontamination doors open, Poki emerged from it, panicking you killed her.

“Oh shit! No! Wait! I’m sorry! Pokiii!” You whined, following Rae into decontam

Finding Janet in Speci, You go to say hi, only to be interrupted by the body being found.

“OH NO! TOAST! He was just with me! OH JESUS!” Sykkuno exclaims, making you bite your lip to avoid laughing

“Where’s the body?” Jack asks

“Medbay, by the telescope” Brooke answers

“It has to be Y/N! She’s the only one who could’ve killed Toast!” Janet accused

“Hey! What?! Why me?!” you complained, 

“You came from upper decontam! Toast’s body is in medbay, That’s sus.” Janet says, you were about to defend yourself when Rae chimed in

“There is a possibility that Y/N is the impostor.” She states

“Wha?! RAE?! You- You were with me in speci!”

“What? No I wasn’t! You’re lying! I lost you when I was doing gas! I was looking for you everywhere!” Rae says making you look at chat with a pout

“I didn’t see her there either...” Janet backed her up

“Wha?! Guys?! Come on, let’s skip! There’s barely enough evidence!” You desperately say, trying to save yourself

In the end, 7 heads voted for you.

“...Y/N will remember this.” You state before being thrown off the ship, welcomed by Poki and Toast’s laughter

“Yeah. Yeah. Hmmpf.” you huffed at Poki and Toast

“My girlfriend just betrayed me. Rae betrayed me chat, she just, she pushed me off the plank. She just, watched as I burned in the lava. She kicks me out of her bed for Mika, and now she betrays me, then pushes me off the plank. Ohhh the pain” you dramatically say as you followed Rae, her returning to specimen

“Listen, chat, Y/N if you’re listening... That was payback for that one time you killed me behind reactor right after you asked me on a date! Okay!” You rolled your eyes and looked at your camera with an annoyed look in your face

But your smile slowly returns as Rae goes on a mass massacre making you both win without meetings, making you bounce in your seat, clapping

“Good Job Rae! That was so good! You successfully scared me, I might not sleep in your room now.” You teased her, making her gasp

-

“Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Hello everyone and welcome to the streeaam! Part 2. We are starting the playthrough of little nightmares 2- Hold on, Y/N’s calling.”

“Love?” Your voice rings out through Rae’s phone

“Hiii Baby! You’re on speaker” Rae states while looking at the game settings

“Oh. Well Hi chat! Anyways, Mcdonalds? I’m 5 minutes away, don’t start little nightmares yet, come on.” You whined

“Oh you big baby, I wasn’t starting without you.” Rae laughs

“Liar, I was watching your stream.” You deadpanned

“Pshh. Pshh! But yeah, Mcdonald’s fine. And hurry up! I wanna play!”

“Okay, okay sheesh, I’ll be there with your chimkin nuggies” 

-

“Baby?” You knocked on her door, even after all the months that you have been together, you always knocked on her door before entering, incase she was doing something.

“Come in love! Perfect timing.” You open the door to see your girlfriend playing with Mika, Little Nightmares 2 plastered on the screen. You approached her and kissed her forehead

“Hi Babe. Hi chat! How are you guys doing? Hold on, let me set this down.” You say, arranging the food on Rae’s desk, careful not to spill anything

“Are we ready? Baby, grab your chair. Are we ready? Are we ready? I’m so excited!” The excitement in her eyes is making you smile

“Oh she’s excited alright, she wouldn’t shut up about it chat. Trust me” You chuckled.

“Will there be a lot of screaming? Rae?” You read chat

“Uhm. Hopefully not, I don’t know dude. Can’t control my screams.”

-

“A Shoe!” Rae gasps

“Baby, there’s literally hanging kids dangling in a net and the first thing you notice is the shoe?” You looked at her in disbelief

“Oh. What happened to you guys? Stinkyy. Oooooh. Physics!” You bit your lip and shook your head at your girlfriend’s antics

“Y/N, I feel comfort when I hold this shoe.”

“Ouch. Are you saying I’m not comforting you? Rude.”

“Stop trolling!” She says, turning to you as you held up a fry

She raises her eyebrows before biting the whole fry, along with your finger.

“Ouch! Damn it Rae! You’re like a chihuahua”

“Owa Owa.” 

-

“I’m sorry. OUWGHH?! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PALAMPARAMPARAMPARAMPALAMPRAMPRAMPRAM! SHE’S COMING!”

“RAE! RUN! RAE! RAE! RAE! HOOOOLY SHIT! RAE! RAE! RACHEL RUN! RACHEL! RUUUN!” You panic, gripping her thigh as the teacher neck elongated, following your little character into the vents

“SHE DOESN’T CARE! SHE DOESN’T CARE! PLEASE?!” 

A moment of silence pass the both of you as the character Rae’s controlling gets to safety. Rae slowly turns to meet your eyes, and bursts out laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face!” You laugh at her

“OH OKAY? Like you weren’t screaming for me to run.” She says then proceeds to repeat what you said while in a panic, making you laugh harder

“Sorry for screaming, it’s just really gross and unexpected.” She says sheepishly to her chat, which was now spamming ‘HAHAHA’ and ‘Damn how long is that neck’

-

“So, this question is directed to Ms. Y/N.” The interviewer moves his body to face you.

“Yes?” You smiled, guessing that this must be about you and Rae

“How are you feeling about your pictures trending on Twitter worldwide?” he asks, a smile on his face as the pictures flashed on the large screen behind you

“Ahm, it’s really great. A lot of hard work was put into that photoshoot, mostly because my girlfriend, Rae refused to put on the dress and was attached to the suit she’s wearing right there. God, she looks so beautiful. Uhm, but anyways, it took a lot of effort to get her out of that suit. ” You grinned

“Ahh. I recognize that look, Makes me remember about my wife and I. You’re so smitten. Can I just say that I ship you guys so hard.” The interviewer says

“Ah- Thank you. Hehe.” You say, embarrassed but proud

“While were on this topic of trending pictures, Can you guys explain whatever these pictures are? I’m pretty sure your fans already know what these are. But an explanation would be nice” The interviewer now addressed your whole group

“Well, considering that Y/N is dating Rae, Luna is dating Sykkuno and Jace is dating Imane, or Poki,  Okay, so there’s this AU that’s around their community where they are mafia’s and we’re all members now. We all joked about being apart of their mafia, to which they agreed. So now Rae and Y/N are now the assassin duo, Poki and Jace are their supervisors and Luna, Sykkuno and Corpse are the deadly trio” Sebastian explains

“Their community is so creative I swear. And combined with our fandom, the fanarts and fanfictions are the best.” Luna says, a smile present on her face

“And yes, we all do read fanfiction, in multiple platforms.” You laughed, the live audience gasping in surprise

“None of you are safe.” Jace says in a playful intimidating voice

-

“Okay, I’m gonna get off. Thank you for watching. I’ll see you guys later, thanks for watching, I hope you guys enjoyed the stream. Uhmm. Appreciate you guys. Byeee!” you hear Rae end her stream from your spot in her bed.

“Hunter x Hunter? or AOT?” you ask her as you put your phone in silent and set it aside, opening your arms for her.

She crawls into your side, cuddling you while groaning lightly.

“Do you wanna take a bath first? Or do you wanna eat dinner? Maybe take a nap first? You’ve been streaming for 13 hours baby, your eyes are probably tired now.” You say, running your free hand through her hair

“Naps and cuddles please.” she mumbles, her head buried in the crook of your neck

“Okay baby, I’ll just put AOT on, oh wait. Hmm, Jujutsu Kaisen sounds great right now. No, wait even better, Ouran Highschool Host Club.” You go to turn your head to ask Rae, but you see her asleep. 

You chuckle quietly, knowing Rae, she can overwork herself, sit on a chair for 13 hours, playing various video games, while you really can’t see yourself play videogames for 13 hours straight, you admire that she has the patience and energy to do that.

Smiling, you lower the volume of the Anime that you’re watching, slowly pull the blankets up as Rae shifts closer to you, clinging like a koala. Mika jumps up and settles in between the two of you, Your smile widens at the feel of things, the calmness, the silence, the tranquility and the sense of home, something that only Rae can provide. Something that you have been looking for ever since your career took off. The constant trips to the studio, the paparazzi, the world tours, the concerts, the interviews, everything, everything was worth it when you know you’re coming home to her. 

You didn’t even know how you got to where you are now, cuddled into Rae, the comfort streamer you never thought you would meet, even when you mostly stayed where she stayed... Dating her was a dream, you didn’t believe it at first, she quickly proved that dream theory wrong when she kissed you, under the rain. As cliché as it seems, that was the day you both silently agreed to never let go of each other and take care of each other even if the other is half way across the world.

Even if dating her means also dating her room mates and her chat...

You would never trade it for anything. 

Even if you knew she would scream her ears off once she knows that you have a whole album that’s inspired and dedicated to her.

[1plus1kiyoomi]

Chapter 9: Spa Day

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Never have you thought that one day, you would be wearing a bathing suit in a bath tub. ‘This isn’t even a bath tub anymore. It’s a mini pool!’ And of course, it’s Kia who got you into this.

“What’s that?” Kia points at the strange ball in your spa day kit. It’s shiny, it has flowers, it smells good and everything that can attract a little girl’s eyes.

“It’s a bath bomb. We can’t use it today though,” you respond, then hand it to her. She holds it with both hands, then runs out of your room to show the new object to Kiyoomi.

“It’s a bomb but for baths,” Kia says in awe to Kiyoomi. He chuckles then realizes that you don’t have a tub in your bathroom.

“Do you wanna see how it works?” Kiyoomi asks her and she excitedly says yes. “Okay. Tell your mama you can move spa day in my bathroom.”

So here you are, looking around Kiyoomi’s bathroom. It’s simple, but classy. It screams Kiyoomi so much it makes you feel warm. The room reeks of his smell and you can tell he stays here for a long time.

“Have you checked the temperature of the water?” Kiyoomi enters the room, also clad in a cotton robe. Kia enters, wearing a matching robe. She’s still holding the bath bomb that caused this.

You shake your head. “I haven’t.” He walks past you then he reaches the tub. He checks the temperature and hums in satisfaction. Kia follows him, also humming happily. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing.

“I think you can drop that now,” Kiyoomi tells her and her eyes widen in excitement. Kia gently drops the bath bomb. The water changes color, Kia’s and your eyes stuck on the bath bomb that’s melting.

Kiyoomi takes his robe off, entering the tub first. You breath gets stuck on your throat as you see his half-naked body. You look away, inhaling heavily before helping Kia get in the tub. You take your robe off too, sitting on the opposite side of where Kiyoomi sits. And you didn’t take into account that he’s a 6′3 tall man, so his feet are on either sides of your hips.

“This feels nice!” Kia sighs, swaying her body from side to side. She suddenly stands up, and as a child, she does something you don’t understand that makes her slip. But it’s Kiyoomi who groans in pain.

“I’m so sorry!” You panic, taking Kia from his arms.

He’s caught her but you kicked him.

At the part where it hurts the most.

“I’m okay,” Kiyoomi tells you, his hands going into the water, probably soothing his pain. Kia goes closer to him but he stops her. “Just stay there.”

“Okay,” she complies apologetically, holding onto you tightly. You hear him sigh in pain, taking a deep breath in. You make eye-contact and your burst into laughter.

“Don’t laugh! It’s painful!” He complains. Kia stopping herself from crying because she think it’s her fault. “Kia, it’s not your fault. It’s because of your mama.”

“Mama hurt you?” Kia asks coming closer to him again. This time he accepts her into his arms, carefully pulling her close to him. It’s cute how she’s still shorter than him despite Kiyoomi sitting down.

“Yes she hurt me,” Kiyoomi pouts like a baby. You laugh at his face and they both glare at you. You raise both of your arms in defeat, letting them whisper to each other.

After a couple of exchanges of whispers, they give you an evil look. You raise your eyebrow in suspicion, already feeling something wrong. Kia jumps on you, her hands tickling your neck. You successfully stop her, but you feel someone grip around your ankles.

“Kiyoomi, I swear. I won’t hesitate to kick you again,” you warn him. He loosens his grip so you sigh in relief. As you thought it is over, Kiyoomi pulls you closer to him by your legs, wrapping them around his waist. You shriek in surprise. You feel large hands on your waist and then you see him smirk at you.

“Kiyoomi stop it! Kia! Help me!” You shout in between laughs, tears forming on the corners of your eyes. He stops tickling you, already satisfied with his revenge. Kia, sandwiched between you two, wraps her arms around his neck, then suddenly blows raspberries on it. He laughs, gently shaking her off him.

“I thought we were a team,” Kiyoomi pouts at her. Kia giggles, apologizing.

You finally notice that his hands are still on your waist as if it has found its home there. You hold onto his forearm, attempting to remove them. He tightens his hold, and he eyes you for a second before returning his attention back to Kia.

As he’ rubbing his hands up and down the curves of your waist, a question hits you.

‘What even are we?’

You three finally decide to leave the bath, well Kia didn’t want to. Kiyoomi kind of forced her out of the tub. You dry yourself with a towel that Kiyoomi has prepared, and when you are all dry, you drape the robe over your shoulder. You turn your back on Kiyoomi, taking your suit off skillfully. You wrap ties of the robe on your waist, then turn to them They are also both back into their robes. You place your wet clothes in the laundry basket, Kia’s and Kiyoomi’s already there.

You wash your faces, assisting Kia on her routine. After exfoliating and toning, it’s finally time for a face mask. The two of the seriously stare at the packs of sheet masks you have. Kiyoomi is reading what it’s for and looking for what suits him, while Kia is just looking for the cutest design.

“Strawberry.” Kia picks the strawberry milk face mask. She gives it to you and you rip the packaging open. You put on a headband first, pushing her hair away from her face. You put the sheet on her face, and she giggles as she sees her reflection on the mirror.

Kiyoomi finally picks one and when he opens it, the sheet mask is designed as a panda. You give him a matching headband and Kia begs him to wear it. He does with hesitance. He places the sheet on his face, and you laugh as you see his face.

“You look cute, Kyo!” Kia laughs, facing Kiyoomi. “You’re a panda.”

“It suits you,” you tell him. He jokingly rolls his eyes, earning a stifled laugh from you. “Kia, sit down here. I’ll clean your nails.” She complies and carefully sits on the wide slab of marble. You finish clipping and filing her nails, and you see Kiyoomi flashing his hands to you. “What?”

“Me too,” he shyly requests, not looking at you. You take his hand and do the same thing. After you are done, you remove the sheet masks off and tap in all to your skin. Kia mimics the two of you, but mostly Kiyoomi.

You’re finally finished so you clean up. After all that, you leave the bathroom, passing by Kiyoomi’s bedroom. Kia climbs onto his bed and you scold her. Kiyoomi stops you, telling you it’s okay.

“Your bed is so big! Can we sleep here tonight mama?” Kia jumps on his bed, bouncing dangerously high. Kiyoomi carefully watches her, also waiting for your respond. You’re also waiting for Kiyoomi’s objection, but you don’t hear anything from him.

“No, Kia. We have a bed of our own,” you tell her sternly. She saddens, going down from the bed. Kiyoomi is disappointed, too, but he doesn’t show it. “Let’s go to bed now.”

Kia drags her feet to your room and Kiyoomi feels how upset she is. He lifts her up. “You can sleep on my bed next time, okay? Don’t be sad and go to sleep.”

“Okay...” Kia replies, obviously sleepy. She yawns, covering her mouth with her hand. She pulls Kiyoomi’s head down, then places a kiss on his forehead. “Good night, Kyo.”

“Good night,” he replies, kissing the top of her head before putting her down. He stands outside your door, waving at Kia. You watch them with a smile. “Good night to you, too.”

“Actually, Omi...” you start nervously, also unsure of what you are doing. “Can we talk about something? I’ll just put Kia to sleep.”

“Sure. What is it about?”

“Us.”

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Facts:

Kiyoomi has a 10-step skincare routine

You used to clean Sakusa’s fingernails for him when you were dating

Kiyoomi only said yes to bathing with the two of you because you two never left the house for 3 days

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I don’t know how many hours it has been but he’s the update <3

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[celestialholz]

Q thoughts (head empty)

Okay, first of all: MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER IN ALL OF FICTION IS BACK AFTER THIRTY YEARS, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *clears throat*

Ahem. But yeah, let’s break this trailer and interview down with some Celestial thoughts!

Things I am excited for:

- Modern Q, obviously. Here is a character who we’ve experienced in brief bursts as antagonistic but benevolent; amusing but sombre; enigmatic yet becoming more and more human-like with every appearance. The continuation of that potential is scintillating - we could be presented with a Q on a specific mission, one that’s here mostly for the banter, or a wrecked and embittered being who just desperately wants to reconnect after a civil war he was never supposed to have, or it could be all fucking three and none of them. Naturally, he needs to have a purpose, and as Picard has been in character terms, he needs to be nailed. We need a Q decisively post-AGT, but given Patrick’s exec-producing and the doubt I have that John would ever join if he felt they weren’t doing him justice, I have faith in this. Just... don’t give me a bloody deus ex machina without a point, for the love of the Continuum. Lower Decks is hardly my show, but if we get that manner of Q appearance, we may as well not bother.

What excites me specifically here is that Q apparently appears at a ‘shattering’ moment, which bodes very well as a concept; I’m hoping for some wild electronic shutdown from android!Picard, personally! More on this later...

- Qcard. Naturally. Now, I’m not suggesting Qcard is about to be canon, however hard they’re baiting us with Q literally being on a card (are you fucking kidding me guys, seriously), but... we now live in a blessed era where Q can be the eccentric, flamboyant gay he’s always been. We can have a Q who admit his feelings at last, and we can have a Picard that can accept that and potentially reciprocate - and sure, some people will be butthurt, but some people can also fuck off and get with the times. Am I expecting them to stand there on an asteroid belt and snog? Absolutely not, though we can but hope; honestly, I’d be delighted by some form of acknowledgement, and them swanning off into eternity together, Picard’s burdens finally laid down and his spirit free to be the adventurer it’s always been. Think of the goddamn fics I could write off THAT, my god...

But really, I’ve said this before: Picard is a little darker now, older in age and soul, slightly bitter. Q has presumably been through his civil war, and thus is probably darker, older in age and soul, more bitter than before. Coupled with the genuine beginnings of friendship they’d forged by AGT... whether or not they take that in a romantic direction, it could be a truly unique and meaningful companionship for the ages from two people remarkably similar despite their immense differences, and I’m absolutely here for that. <3

- Has this man forgotten Tapestry? “Time offers so many opportunities, but never second chances,” he says as the card with a heart and a Q on melts away. Poor memory there, Jean-Luc? Do androids still have to deal with Irumodic Syndrome? *shakes head*

- Picard. Here’s a chap who has turned full Data, for all intents and purposes; that’s got to be fucking him up in fairly short order, but I’m especially intrigued by two specific prospects: firstly that he’s going to go into full meltdown as an exemplar of humanity, but secondly... the Q fear humanity to a degree, as they’re meant to surpass them... and ‘the trial never ends’... is that what we’re doing here, advancing humanity to get nearer to that? Because if so, wow. Holy shit. That’s a hell of a reason why Q might be fascinated by him, especially after the Continuum’s war...

- Graphics. A minor point, but STP looks amazing, and the omnipotence of old did not. I’m impressed enough at the particle-vanishing effect of the card - the presence of de Lancie, coupled with the Hollywood-beautiful SFX of this series? Christ, that’s going to be spectacular.

- Time and again. The time angle of this new series intrigues me no end, and there are SO many things they could do with this. I am fervently hoping we don’t rewrite TNG canon to any real degree, but... damn, the opportunities. We could see child Picard, a Trials and Tribble-ations-style insert, any manner of exciting fuckery. I don’t even have any theory-based thoughts right now because we know nothing, but the concept’s thrilling!

- Dream a little dream of me? Two possibilities, given the opening poker scene of series one, and that we now know what the card officially meant (not that I didn’t call that/write a fic on it over a year ago, but still): either Q’s stuck himself into that dream as foreshadowing, or... Picard’s stuck Q in his own dream because he’s been thinking about him. I’m genuinely not sure which is more gay, though I’m privately hoping for the latter...

... I have so many thoughts, and it’s half eleven at night. Please feel free to elaborate on anything missing/very gay, thanks in advance xxxx (P.S. ‘You know that ‘shattering’ thing, celestial - ‘ oh yeah, don’t worry fam, I gotchu. Fic in progress. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA x10) @q-card @bowie-star-trekking hmu cheers dears x

[random-snippets]

Most memorable omg I can't pick just one fic tho 😭😭 I've been re-reading them all a couple times lately (good for catharsis when I'm feeling upset but not *enough* to do anything about it. It's hard to explain) so I'm gonna pick one for each of my favorites if that's ok??? For Starved most memorable//favorite moment is when Virgil wakes up after Patton hugs him the first time and he passed out, and Logan is just teasing them both a little. For Snow Day it's DEF chapter two when Roman realizes Virgil probably got sick, not just got sad after seeing them (love me some sickfic tho) and how much farther the consequences of their actions potentially went. For Superfluous it's always the quote that will randomly hit me out of nowhere "the fourth place at the table, waiting for him. It's been there all along." Like rip my heart out why don't you???? In Solo when they all realize how bad at communication they are (miscommunication can be done really well or really poorly and you always do it REALLY WELL). Anti-Anxiety when he hugs Patton and tells him he loves him right before going to his room ready to disappear (again, just RIP IT OUT why don't you it would HURT LESS). And in Back Pain when all three of the boys just march through the door like a parade of healing (no I don't dream about being taken care of like that what are you talking about??). I'm sorry this got so long I've just been on a fic kick lately so I've been re-reading EVERYTHING and those are almost all of my favorites because they bring the good good hurt AND the good good comfort. (I promise I'm done now omg) 💜🐝

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa omg omg this comment is like the greatest thing ever asldkfjasldfkasjfdasfd ok ok so let me see Starved - LOL yeah Virgil was pretty embarrassed and Logan is just like. omg you guys are all hopeless. Snow Day - ooooof yeah I like sick fic too but like Roman having to imagine Virgil dealing with it on his own while the rest of them were just like "nice Anxiety is leaving us alone for once" aasdlfkjsafdsak Superfluous - alsdkfjasdflaska idk what to say here except THANK YOU but yeah I wanted that to be like... 'no duh dude we've been trying to invite you in for ages you're just really kind of clueless but we'll wait as long as it takes' Solo - TY omg I love miscommunication but it can be tough to walk that line between "understandable miscommunications" and "omg wtf why would anyone be this stupid ever JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER" and Solo really pushed that line so I'm glad it still worked for you!!

Anti-Anxiety -- I will take your word for it on this one. This is the fic that spiraled so far out of control that I no longer even remember what happened and I'm too embarrassed to go try to reread it because wtf fic. But it sounds like you still had enjoyable moments from it so I will take that as a win!! Back Pain - Ah yes that was definitely some wish-fulfillment stuff for me too so I hear ya there lol I just wanted Virgil to be in this position of relative disadvantage and obviously disability too and just be thinking 'well shit that was nice while it lasted I guess' and then have them be like "yeah fuck that you're more than just your back pain to us my dude we love you shut up and eat your M&Ms" LOL Thank you again!!

Seriously this comment was like Christmas morning so thank you so much!!!

[tartagliaxx]

GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER DAYS OF HIBERNATING--

But y e s . YES. Gosh, I have a feeling that you two would try to have one of those sunset beach weddings too, mainly because a) it's romantic, b) you get to look for seashells and enjoy the beach together afterwards, and c) he can totally post about it on reddit qjshdhdgeh--(another couple of bonus points when you bring up the day you saw him with the stray cat when you say your vows, as well as the multiple times he's been there to protect you looking at you, Scara.) It's very sweet all in all--so much so that even some of his apprentices start sniffling. Like? This whole au is like a sweater and I love it??? There's just so much to think about when it comes to Childe here it's unbelievable--

Sigh,, you really do deserve the certificate and award for best Childe Simpificater man 😭

Bold of you to assume humanity was never doomed in the first place--the Childes have won. Humanity has been wiped off the planet. What do they do with this victory now, you ask? Simple. Fight each other to the death.

-🌻

HELLO! HOW WAS YOUR TIME AWAY FROM THE LOVABLE MONSTROSITY KNOWN AS CHILDE?

lmfaoo going back to our equally lovable bad boy!au... aaaAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S THE WEDDING DAY!!!! they've both come so far i almost feel like tearing up 🥺🥺imagine if they have a tradition where they pick up a shell and put it in a glass bottle every time something big happens in their life. on their first date, (the arcade one bc no matter how much they denied it back then, it's a freaking date) childe won you a mini-seashell keychain. it fades from blue to purple and it has little dots along the ridges. on your aquarium date, you bought one from the souvenir shop — a pretty pastel blue that matches his eyes. now on your wedding day, you pick up a white conch that just so happens to be the first one in your 5th glass bottle. speaking of redditor childe, i'm pretty sure he becomes the 'ideal' of romanticists so when they need advice, they always start w '(his username bc i'm not funny enough to think of one) 👀' and everyone just knows that they're hoping he'll answer them. there's one story that childe particularly keeps being updated on. it's from a fellow bad boy who doesn't know how to speak out his feelings. he may or may not be a true flat earther but he's crushing on someone who's adamant that the world is, in fact, an irregularly shaped ellipsoid. ok going back, i just see the apprentices trying to hold back their tears the entire ceremony but as soon as the reception began and it was time for the greet the newlyweds portion, they just end up weeping at childe's feet while telling you to take care of him and that 'the boss hates it when his feet are cold. he likes the fuzzy socks you can buy from the grandma in the corner of the street and—' like man,, come on. you obviously know that alr.. ALSO!! your gremlin classmates making an entire powerpoint presentation of your love timeline bc they hella updated like that. please— how did they even find out that you had midnight 'i'll treat your injuries' sessions????

sigh,,, i said it like twice and i'll say it again. this au is my firstborn child and i love it so so much. it brings me comfort every time i dream of it at night (lies i don't 'dream' but u get the point) and yes, it's basically those oversized sweaters you get to wear as soon as the weather turns cold and it's so nice and warm and 😭😭i shall gratefully accept the certificate and award. i'll frame it and bring it with me to wherever i go. Childe Simpificater (tm) nation rise!

no but,, childe infestation!au and hunger games crossover. i like it. we all might be dead but at least they'll die with us. wait... wait!! that would mean that only one childe would emerge victorious right? in theory that's... that's the 0.01% we cant seem to kill in the 99.99% of germs 😭😭😭😭😭i do not need a mfing childe germ!au 😭😭😭

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Hi! I just wanted to say I love all your fics, they're all so unique and well written that I was drawn to them the moment I spotted them on AO3! <3

I always check for updates and you can BET I speed read that mermay set all in one sitting like a maniac, that's honestly one of my favorite series and only one that I've reread a couple times. It's my favorite right beside the new one, Fantasy Masks, and the Switch AU because those are also 👌

Currently speedreading Inverted AU because I lost my bookmark and have no idea where I left off so hey! Why not reread all,,, 200,000 words,,, in one sitting, yet again. I have no idea how you manage to write this much but I thank you because it's always such an enjoyable read.

But hey, aside from all my speed reading! Expect something fun coming up if I can pick out which fic would be fun to doodle <3

Happy writing out there, take lots of breaks when you need them!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thank you so much! Yeah I remember seeing your comment on the second MerMay set when I finished it and I had to do a double take because like??? You're such a talented artist that I really like??? I had to process that for a minute. I'm glad you're liking Fantasy Masks and Switch too! Switch never gets as many notes as the others so it's always good to hear people are enjoying it ^-^ and Fantasy Masks is a lot of fun to write so far!

Good luck reading Inverted! I wrote so much for it because there was a time period where I updated fics twice a week and Inverted was always the one on Wednesday. But then I realized that was majorly impacting my sleep and school schedules so I lowered it to once a week and spread out my work evenly among all my fics. Now it's like 270k words oops djskalfh

I'd be super excited if you drew anything based on any of my fics! Like I said, you're really talented and I love your art <3 Thank you! I'll remember my breaks :)

[iamdorka]

I Couldn't Be More In Love

Colson and the reader have been friends since high school. “Friends”. Maybe they were more than that but before they never really spoke about it… and everything was okay until Colson started to act quite strange because the reader started to spend more and more time with his co-worker Harry Styles.

This is a piece of writing I already have finished in Hungarian… so my only work is to translate it for you and make it enjoyable for you too. Hope you like it. (The inspo behind the title was the song from the band the1975 and if you don’t know this song you should definitely check it out.)

- Colson Baker… if you touch that… I’m gonna cut you in half. – I threatened him at the moment when I saw that he was trying to taste the almost perfectly done cake on which I was working on the last couple of hours. He was tap dancing on my last nerve and he was enjoying it you just could simply see in his eyes that he was really enjoying it.

- On a scale from 1 to 10… how much do you want to kill me? – he asked when his finger was almost touching the cream on the cake. We were staring at each other in a way that it looked like we just could kill each other any moment.

I felt I could not breathe; I could not blink because if I would have done that then everything would have been ruined. I wasn’t the best cook neither the best baker so when I decided that I would make an eatable cake which somehow would not look like just a piece of shit it was a real challenge for me, a challenge I gladly accepted from myself. To be honest it didn’t really help me when Colson was nonstop by my side trying to sabotage all of my hard work.

- I just don’t understand why are you doing this. – he stated referring to the fact that I spent most of my free afternoon in the kitchen preparing this birthday cake for Harry.

I didn’t want to order a cake (which would have been so much easier) I wanted to do it myself. I spent quite lot of time with Harry, with who I became really good friend lately, so I think it was quite a nice thing to do.

- Because his birthday is tomorrow? – I asked not that he didn’t know the answer. He was acting clueless which was so not him.

- And? – he asked back and then all of the sudden he picked up the cake from the table. That was the time when I thought that my heart gonna sink or break into pieces.

- Put that cake down… for God’s sake… Colson… put that motherfucking cake back to its place because…. – as I started to get closer to him, he started to go backward with the cake in his hand but the moment he almost lost his balance I thought that I’m gonna drop dead… like I saw in my mind that he just lets that cake out from his fingers and everything turns into dust mostly my hard work.

- You are so beautiful when you are angry. – he smiled at me holding my treasure firmly in his hands. It was still safe, but Colson couldn’t say this about himself because I was planning to murder him soon.

- Then prepare yourself because I’m gonna be so damn gorgeous because I’m gonna kill you now… - I smiled awkwardly. - I’m being serious… I’m gonna die if you continue this… its not funny. – I painted him the situation in my head, but he was just still smiling. – But you have to know… If I die… I’m gonna haunt you forever, it will be my number one priority to mess your life up…. really, really bad. – I was really thinking that and by this moment there were only centimeters between us. The cake was safe and I could carefully put my hands below it but not really touching it yet.

- I would really enjoy your company… you can trust me. – he just didn’t give up.

My hand was now below his and he could have thought that I was going to grab the cake now…. but in reality, I really grabbed something else below that cake. Something that had more power over him.

- PUT THAT CAKE DOWN. – I said it again, the last time, I think. This time I think he could not misunderstand me.

- Because… what you gon… - he couldn’t finish his sentence because my fingers just got tighter on his… favorite body part.

- PUT IT DOWN. – now that the control of this situation was literally in my hands it started to get funny for me too.

Why? Because the surprise on his face was the best gift for me. Like I felt so damn powerful that I could surprise him this way that it made me incredibly happy. He could not move… he could not say a word. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed that this game backfired on him. Finally I could put a honest smile on me too.

- Okay… I will give up. – he finally put that cake back where it belonged. – You know… you can let me go too… - he leaned closer to me with a rogue smile on his lips because he was right…. somehow I did not let him go.

- Go fuck yourself. – I stated, staring in his eyes then grabbed the cake and went straight to the pantry just to put that gift in a safe place… and just to cool myself down too.

I swear to God for some minutes I literally blacked out there because I don’t know how but after a few minutes I just realized that my forehead is against the cold wall and my fingers still feeling that they are holding something. I got goosebumps all over my body, my body started to ache intensely, and I don’t even want to mention my heart race.

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. – I started to frisk, jump and scream just like a little girl having a tantrum kinda melt down but before I really lost my mind I stormed out of that place.

- Cheers to that! – he said with a mischievous smile sitting on the counter with a spoon in his mouth because he was just eating my ice cream enjoying everything around him… mostly my suffering, my unexplainable behaving. Only if I could read his mind sometimes… only if…

- I want some of that for me… - I pointed at the ice cream… which was right between his thighs which after my surprising act wasn’t the best place for me to point at... I just could not take it no more so before I started to embarrass myself more and more… I started heading to my room.

- Okay boss, okay… - he nodded, and I was glad that he didn’t commented on the fact that I was starting to sound and behave like a total mess.

I just needed a good damn ice cold shower and not just because the cake cream was all over me because yeah I was that good damn talented in the kitchen that on my back was cream too but because my body started to act up in a way in which it should have not. It was like it started to realize it had some kind of new deadly virus which was released just a few minutes ago.

It was really nice from Colson that when he knew that I was gonna spend some time in Los Angeles he offered me to stay at his place. I was spending some time here because I was in the studio with Harry and had some appearances in the region. First, I wanted to stay at a hotel, but he convinced me that his place has way much rooms and I could easily spend my LA time there. I can thank him a lot. He teached me a lot of the industry, of this whole crazy world we are currently living in and honestly, he was the only one I had connection with from the old times, from our high school Cleveland days. Our passion for music was a bond between us that could not be broken like ever.

- Move your ass a bit… - I said this when I was back in the living room where he was laying on the couch occupying the whole place just for himself. - I was talking to you… lazy ass. – When I was in front him, he still didn’t move a bit like he was pretending to be deaf or something.

- Okay, okay… bossy. – he laughed and satting up he made place for me too so I finally could sit down beside him.

- As I can see your ugly face needs some help too… so le me see if we can do some miracles with what I got here… - I said with a box full of face masks and creams on my lap.

- That was harsh… you hurt me girl. – he whined just like a little boy.

- Dear God… I did not say that you are not handsome… I just said that you have an ugly face. – I rolled my eyes smiling.

- What a logic we have here. – he mocked me. - So… you think I’m handsome? – he asked while I choose some cream or his skin and started to work on him a little bit.

- Just like the devil himself…. – I put out my tongue just a little bit.

- You have to be careful girl… because that devil will come for that tongue… - he said and this was the time when I decided to make him shut up, so I put some mask on his lips too.

His face mask really looked like some kind of swamp kinda thing but maybe he still looked kinda cool this way too. How could he pull this off too? Meanwhile I looked like a monster myself who could scare people away instantly.

We decided to stay in and watch some movies because we both had a long day and it was some long time ago that we could spend some quality time together so hours ago we already knew that we gonna end up here just chilling.

The thing I didn’t know was that I just would not find my comfortable place there like something inside me just could not let me be. First, I just sat there… but then I wanted to lay down, but I could not do that because I had my mask on. I didn’t even know what we were watching because if I was honest with myself my mind was on some kinda trip that it didn’t wanna share with me, so I was there in my body not really being there actually.

- Okay, please stop this because you are making me dizzy and you will fall of this couch soon… come here instead. – he put a towel on his lap and asked me to lay there instead of moving constantly like an idiot which could been annoying for him too.

- Thank you. – I murmured as if I did something wrong then laid there. There where I finally found my peace like literally. As I put my face down my body started to calm down instantly.

- Do you know until when you gonna stay in the city? – he asked, and he started to stroke my arm gently.

- It all depends how much time we gonna need in the studio… but if we see the current situation… I won’t leave the city soon. – I admitted thinking that we were already behind with the recording sessions. You can plan things out but then l comes and ruins everything.

- I wouldn’t mind if you were closer to us… - he said, and I moved a bit so now as I looked up and opened my eyes his face was right above of mine.

- You are saying this if you weren’t constantly touring yourself… - I said knowing that his schedule is hectic too. – The only thing I know that on Monday we gonna travel somewhere with Harry because we are gonna shoot our first video together… also we need to record our second song too which by the way… is a bomb. – I was really excited about working with Harry he was an inspiring soul to work and to be with too.

- I don’t know what is so special about that boy… - he shook his head not understanding a thing.

- If I think about it… he is less a jackass than you are right now. – I said it quietly than decided to close my eyes as if I were gonna mediate or something. This movie night was kind of a dead idea by now but at least we had some background noise.

- Do you like him? – he asked. I knew this is coming I felt this in my bones because the last couple of days when he knew that I would meet with him he started to act quite strange, like he was another person, not really himself.

- Like him how? – I knew exactly what he was referring to… but I just had to ask him this. He knew I liked him, that’s why we were working together… but this question had more meaning than just pure words.

- I’m just asking… you two spend so much time together… I wouldn’t be surprised if your wo were together… if you were in love with him. – Colson really lived in an alternative universe where he could really think that this is the way things are between me and Harry. If I spoke about Harry, I always referred to him as a friend… if something would be between us Colson would have knew that.

- You are right… totally right Colson. – this was the last drop I could take. I just could not lay in his lap anymore, so close to him. – I was always like that… if I started to talk with a boy the next minute, I was in his bed… it’s so typical from me. It’s so nice from you that you really think this of me… - not even thinking I was already whipping the mask off from my face.

- I didn’t say this… - he stood up too trying to reach out for my fingers, but I didn’t let him touch me.

- But it came out this way…. I don’t know what’s your problem with Harry and why is such a big problem that I’m spending more and more time with him and not always because of diversion but because we are fucking working together… which as it seems is a new information for you. – I already had everything packed in the box and I was heading back to my room, but he could easily keep track with me because his long legs helped him a lot.

- Y/N… - he tried to reach out for my hands again, but I still didn’t let him close to me.

- Just tell me one fucking good reason why you are acting like this…. why all of you are saying isn’t straight up bullshit…. – we were already in the door of my room, but he was dead silence. He could not say a word, he just didn’t move… he was just staring in my eyes as if he was debating with himself. if we wanted, we could have cut the tension between us. A sparkle and all of us would have burnt down. Just a sparkle would have ended all. – I thought the exact same thing. – he just kept his silence, but I didn’t really want to be there no more. – Good night Colson. – I nodded and stepped inside my room and headed immediately to the bathroom from where I could clearly hear that after I closed the door… his fists also met with the door… quite strongly.

[kimnjss]

for part 22 !! this is long im srry ahfduhdfu

“Now laying in his lap felt like a crime. As if you were stood in self-checkout, constantly glancing over your shoulder as you scanned an expensive pair of shoes as one of those 79 cent candy bars.”

said it a couple of times, i’ll say it again. the way you write is SOOOO SOOOO good. we can feel so much and see so much which are prolly like ,,,, the most important things in writing ?? also, poor y/n. POOR POOR Y/N . she cares so so so much for miju like bruh their friendship rlly b toxic like this huh :--(

“But you can’t shake the look on Miju’s face you conjured, watching the two of you with that pouty frown of hers, arms crossed over her chest.”

the fact that this whole girl bestie crush issue is sooooo shallow but bec miju has so much issues (she needs help), y/n finds the need to constantly feel guilty ??????????? i so so so feel bad. not @ me being a miju apologist before yIKES cant believe she made our girl try to drop out of ballet ????? fucking dumbass bitch im gonna slap her so strong

“As if he’d let it go. As if he’d pick up on the slightest abnormality in your mood and just let it slip. Let you drive yourself mad with your racing thoughts and not let him in, not let him take on some of the weight. As if.”

so this is where i started crying !!! i think it’s like the nature of people to just ,,,,, idk ask when they feel something’s wrong but they dont really care enough to actually CHECK up on you ??? if that makes sense ??? i’ve had my fair share of people doing this. they’d ask but then get sidetracked and forget you were someone to worry for. this is probably why this y/n and this jimin might be my favorite. they feel so real, the emotions are so raw. i’m rlly glad our girl has jimin by her side now. he’s exactly what she needs. not just as a lover but ,,,,, as a person. yknow ??? like someone to just ground her whenever she’s so high up her mind. someone to be with her as in WITH her. i love love love that.

“No idea what’s wrong with you, but safely relieved that it’s not him. That he could help you work through whatever it is.”

i hope u know my standards for ppl is so so so high bc of ur au-s i SWEAR to god where r the fellas like this huh ???? hUUUUH ?????

“’I don’t know… I just… keep thinking about Miju.’ Jimin lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a really exaggerated way.”

jimin, u, me, same

“You’re really thinking about a girl while I got my hand on your ass? Is there something I should know?”

I LOVE HIM SM PLSSSS *INSERT CRYING EMOJI IM USING LAPTOP SO* I LOVE HIM I LOVE THE HUMOR I LOVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“His face softens at the sound of your words, becoming serious for you.”

i nominate loy! jimin for best boyfriend PERIOD if he doesnt win, RIGGED

“That’s a terrible idea.” The door slams behind the new voice, your body instantly lunging from Jimin’s lap to the vacant space behind him”

like everyone else, i tot this was miju too HAUFHDIUHFUDHUF

and then we came to the part where jimin was having his crisis bc he wants The Sex but our baby is just not having it. i actually really like the way you portrayed it. whenever he’ll talk about wanting to fuck, he’d always say but he understands and he respects. that’s reality baby. he’s a man of honor but obv he has his ~hormones~ and i cANT STRESS ENOUGH how much i love you for writing that !!!!! they jus feel real ok like . how do u even do this ???? HOW IS YOUR MIND CAPABLE OF WRITING THINGS LIKE THIS YOU TALENTED TALENTED BABY

  // ok now that i just reread it, i jus found out that they talked abt the ballet thing in this chap LMAOOOOO i thought it was when they were in the dance room ajidjfijoifjafiodj //

“Can’t wait to fast forward past all this shit. Feel like I haven’t seen you smile in a while.”

cried to this too. like ,,, cried VERY HARD. i turned my phone off AHAHHAHAHA this is pAINFUL . y/n’s going through so much and i jus feel feel feel so bad (also hits close to home) . i feel like im always gon think of this line now whenever i feel a small inconvenience afiudhuihdui . CANT WAIT TO FAST FORWARD PAST ALL THIS SHIT . WANNA SEE MYSELF SMILE AGAIN

“Surprised that he even cared about the difference, but he did.”

when i read this, yes, i cried HARDER . we all need a loy jimin in our lives huh ?? . he's just ,,,, It. like It . jimin loy best boy !!!! also @ yn. DESERVE !! youve always been the older sis, the good good friend, with jimin, u can rest bby. u can lay low, u can do whatever u want :--( u deserve it

“Did you just call me your girlfriend?”

AFHUDSHFJKAHDFJKSHAJKDHFJKAHFKJDSHFJ THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS BYE

“No.” There’s an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “I’ve only been referring you like that in my head for the past month for fun,”

im having so much fun imagining a jimin in my life FOAHDSIFHIDSHOIFHIO ihy sm for making me realize how dry my love life is CAN I PLS LIVE IN THIS UNIVERSE N TRY TO FIT MYSELF IN BETWEEN THESE TWO AJAJAJAJA (no i wont yn deserves this but whatever mom i wANT HIM)

“I want you to be my girlfriend. So that I can be your boyfriend. And we can be boyfriend and girlfriend to each other, together.”

look at them go :--( cringey babies idk theyre so so so so so so so so nd i cant stress enough SO SO SO SO ADORABLE

“Go ahead. I’ll protect you.”

IM FUCKING SCREAMINGAHDHUFDHUSHIUHAFUIHDSFUI I LOVE HIM OKAY MUM I LOVE HIM CAN I PLS HAVE HIM WHERE DO I FIND (but also, IVE BEEN SAYING IT but like thank thank thank thank fuck they found each other. though y/n has kook, jimin is jus different ,,, i mean obv right but yes im just so so so so glad. y/n doesnt need to always be strong and dependent now. she can just be her and jimin loves that. SIGN ME UP UHUH UHUH

and then we have this whole talk with the moon and y/n quoting him back. i think loy yn and jimin best couple ????? I WILL FRAME THE WHOLE MOON TALK OKAY BYE ,,,,,,,, but fr thats so wholesome and i feel so honored i get to read this FOR FREE. it’s just soooo *insert that aww-ing emoji the one w big eyes* . i love them so much im willing to risk it ALL. theyre so so so so amazing. YOURE AMAZING. i LOVE IT.

[heathtrash]

a little one year anniversary

one year ago today i started writing A Clock With No Hands, my first ever published fanfic in the history of my life, which then i managed to publish on the 7th august once ao3 let me in :’) a big ole happy birthday to what has been affectionately renamed “No Hams” by my f,fans :’) (yes, chapter 12 is still in the works and i’m sorry i got super side-tracked and fell into that 80s hicsqueak hole)

i didn’t really expect it to be seen or found or even liked?? i was just in this “heck, i’m feeling reckless and i guess fanfic might be fun?” mood while staying with my friends in northern ireland. i wrote the entire first two chapters on my mOBILE TELEPHONE and managed to work out how to publish it on ao3 while on holiday. the response was astonishing and i pretty quickly got embraced into the fandom after i unearthed this tumblr account from a million years ago. i’m so lucky to have had the warmth and friendship of so many people and i honestly don’t know if i would still be here without you all. your comments and kudos are the only positive thing i really have in my life and that’s not super healthy but it’s genuinely where i’m at,,

so anyway, a couple of weeks ago i noticed that i was pretty near a big milestone with my ao3 account - over the course of almost one year i was 8080 words off publishing 300k. is that a lot? is it worth celebrating or acknowledging? i don’t really know. but since numbers motivate me, apparently, i knew i had to meet this artificial target somehow, and planned to spread it across two short one-shots. i ended up exceeding that target with my latest hackle fic, A Rather Distinguished Guest, to my surprise (and delight, bc i needed a break after somehow producing a historical 1900s fic with a fair amount of research packed into 13k in the space of 6 days). on the last day i wrote 5k. i wasn’t rushing to finish,, i was just too involved in it to stop myself!

so now at present, i have 305203 words published on ao3 (quite a few more in unpublished works (bc they are wips, not bc i am holding them back)). essentially i wrote 833.9 words a day. so i would like to humbly take a moment to cry/reflect about how far i’ve come

while i think i have definitely, through a process of attrition, done Something there, i am also aware that i managed that and come out not being any more confident in my work than the first time i published. in fact, i feel mostly even less confident. putting oneself out there *and* keeping going is hard, especially in a small fandom, but for me it’s been kind of a herculean effort. i have many, many demons in the form of some good old cptsd from what my brain thinks of as catastrophic failure in academia, so the process of writing, and people looking at my writing specifically gives me flashbacks and other unpleasant kinds of feelings i won’t go into. i recently spoke to my phd supervisor (bc guess what, i’m still on that Fun Train) and she said of my fanfiction that i’d “developed a kind of exposure therapy”. it’s definitely not directly comparable to academic writing, but now at least i can look at a blank document of any kind without getting Too Much of a panic attack. but i still have a big problem accepting comments and i have a huge backlog from literally the past six months that i haven’t answered bc sometimes saying “thank you” makes me feel like i’m a terrible and arrogant person, even if it’s really lovely reading the comment and makes me want to hide for a million years and become a blush-monster forever. and there are times when i realise that yep, the next fic/chapter will be the one where you all realise i’ve been fooling you the whole time and i’m really just a rubbish writer who belongs in the bin (that’s why my name is heathtrash) and you are all going to be disappointed in me. i’m just waiting for the next negative comment to confirm what i believe about myself.

not ALL of the 305k-odd words i wrote have been for tww (7618 exactly for other fandoms) and that is definitely something i am a little disappointed about. but look, numbers don’t super matter. in the interest of supporting all writers of all lengths and types of works - however much you have contributed to a fandom, that is amazing! you have produced free content that people can experience together with you, and that in itself is beautiful! milestones aren’t important especially and no one should hold themselves to unrealistic standards to try to meet them (,,, except you know i will)

so uh,, happy 300,000 words/one year of being a fanfic writer to me?

if you have ever written a comment or left kudos, thank you, you are a STAR :’)

if you are one of the people who comments on all of my fics and every chapter, aaaaaaaaaaAAAAA you have done more for me than you could ever know, and i owe you so much :’’)

[toooldforfandom-liveblogs]

Gravity Falls S02E11 - Not What He Seems

These past few days have been a constant struggle between my desire of watching this episode and waiting a couple more days until I felt better because if it is what I hope it is (answers!) I wanted to be in top shape for it. But I'm finally here! And with that title, it _has_ to be about Stan, "Stan is not what he seems" was the first hidden message of the show after all. So, let's do this!

That's a really bright vending machine. How has no one in town noticed Stan's house lighting up the night?

I'm guessing that the laptop's counter is the same as this one.

The origin of the name "Gravity" Falls?

The intro sequence!

The picture with the twins is always in frame when Stan talks about the project, here and in previous episodes. I mentioned before that a theory I have is that Stan had a twin that screwed up everything (Dipper style) and he's trying to rescue him so it may be that the focus on the picture is to show _why_ he's doing this somewhat indirectly.

The other alternative is that he's doing it to somehow help the twins but I'm not sure how that would work. Unless whatever he's doing is going to help prevent Bill's prophesied disaster? Although, maybe _this_ is the disaster and everything is going to go to hell in 17 hours (with nine episodes to go? hmm)

Three keys and three protagonists? 100% going to happen at some point.

The shorter op song feels wrong even if probably means a good episode if they needed those extra 30 seconds.

Aww.

This is too wholesome to last.

Yeaaah, this is just making me believe more and more that something is going to go horribly wrong and it'll be Stan's fault somehow.

uuh, foreshadowing?

What could it be?

I know he's "not what he seems" but what could the kids find out that they'd freak out? I doubt they'd really care about the portal, in fact they'd love it. Maybe he's not actually "Stan"? The episode about Soos's dad and the resolution could work as foreshadowing in that case, since what really matters is who was there for the twins.

And he's dead.

"doomsday device" would actually be a pretty good reason for the kids to freak out.

Wouldn't the government be listening in? Wouldn't Stan definitely know this if that was the case? I can't decide if this is a trap for the government to lure them in or he trusts that no one is spying him.

...but they have parents.

Wow, the first fatality.

Overthinking rocks is better or worse than overthinking cartoons?

They are really making me lean into "he's not actually Stan" but if he's not Stan how does he know the twins' parents? His identity can't just be a "Stanford Pines" fake id, so he needs those ids for something else.

...WHAT

"Rookie cop" could be Blubs and "leg warmers" really situates this in the past. Maaaybe 30 years ago?

Okay... okay. Let me think about what we know so far.

So, "The Author" was the original "Stan". He built something with McGucket that he believed would help humanity (maybe related to Bill's prophecy?) but something went wrong and he vanished and McGucket erased his own memories. Our Stan assumed Stan's identity (including the Mystery Shack?) and tried for 30 years to (re)build something (the same machine?) to somehow bring Stan (his brother?) back making little progress until Dipper found the missing journal.

I think that's the timeline with a little speculation to fill in the missing details. My main question is... why would Grunkle Stan need to steal the original Stan's identity to the point of faking his death? The only thing I can think of is that the original Stan vanished in such a way that Grunkle Stan looked like he killed him so the only way to make it less suspicious for him was to (unsuccessfully?) make it look like an accident.

_And_ in all the fake ids he looked younger so maybe he already knew how to assume fake identities (maybe he was a spy? He _did_ spent a time in a Colombian prison...), assuming his brother's was just one more job. A 30-year long job.

Oh no, the twins are going to think (very naturally) that Stan stole the real Stan's identity as some sort of scam. I hope they remember the lesson from Soos's episode.

Stan being a retired super spy is looking more and more plausible.

Wow, Stan's a genius.

D'aw.

I just can't look at glitter in the same way since I found out people have lost eyes because of it.

They are nailing the music here, it really feels like the revelation it is, 21 episodes in the making.

C'mon Dipper, you already learned back in Dreamscaperers about how jumping to conclusions about Stan kinda doesn't work out.

Damn, that looks bad for Stan's credibility.

And bad for my theory about this being the same machine that The Author built and that made him disappear. Unless the universe did tear apart 30 years ago, swallowing him up but the machine stopped just in time to prevent "Total Global Destruction"?

All this time I assumed The Author had been the one to screw up but if he knew the machine couldn't be activated that'd mean that Our Stan was the one who did it (maybe he _was_ a criminal and he couldn't resist the knowledge that the machine promised?) And he has been trying to get him back not only because he's his brother but because he feels guilty about it. Guilty enough to risk the earth? He _has_ been saying that it's "all worth it" a whole lot...

I bet he was deceived by Bill.

That's a really solid joke.

AAAAAAH, THIS IS SO TENSE AND THE EPISODE IS ABOUT TO END

AAAAAAAA

This is both heartbreaking and heartwarming

But he _is_ their Grunkle. He assumed Stan's identity more than 15 years before they were born. This is killing me. And now Mabel's crying.

Oh. Oooh. So he wants The Author to take his "rightful" place again, so in a way he _is_ helping the twins regain a family member. But what was his plan for himself?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

THIRTY YEARS AND NOW HE'S BACK

THE MYSTERY IN THE MYSTERY SHACK

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Was "Stan Prime" trapped in a Mad Max dimension? How did Grunkle Stan avoid destroying the universe? Unless he did and now they are in another, identical, universe?

Wow. I don't have a lot to write that I didn't already during the liveblog but whooooo, he _was_ his brother. Now give me all the answers for everything else!

The episode was incredible. The countdown was a great plot device to maintain the tension all the way through. I'm not sure if the writers intended the viewers to actually distrust Stan but they definitely did their job to make Dipper's reaction to him completely believable. He's "the smart one" and all the factual clues point to Grunkle Stan being a criminal who stole Stan's identity. But Mabel is the one who can see beyond the "truth" and realizes that even if Stan is not the man he says he is, he _is_ her Grunkle Stan and she can trust him.

Since we have a little less than half the season left this definitely wasn't the thing that Bill was talking about. Are they going to have to prepare for that now? Maybe the portal let _other_ things through besides Stan?

AAAAAAAAAAA I can't wait for the next episode. Until next time!

PS: What should I watch after Gravity Falls?

[jumpchain-drop]

Chapter 1.1: 0.0 Years

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Again…?” I moaned.

I was in the middle of the desert. The sun was high up and blazing down with full force. Thankfully I have a hat on now. Also a backpack. Felt pretty heavy. Thankfully I was still in some version of my original outfit, with long sleeves and pants that covered enough skin to keep it from getting burnt. There’s some mountains in the distance, but otherwise the only thing breaking up the forever-long barren landscape is some diner or gas station place, not too terribly far away.

Also I felt like a lot shorter. Later I would learn I was regressed back to twelve years old.

Wanted to check my bag out, but also wanted to be fine with my vitamin D levels for awhile, so I started walking for the diner station.

The hot sand gave way to hot asphalt, which probably would’ve been hotter were it not so faded. A few cars and a couple motorcycles were in the parking lot around the diner. Thankfully, there was a place I can sit in the building’s shadow. No one else seemed to be around at the moment; presumably the inside has air conditioning.

I took the backpack off my back and take a look through its contents. A flip-top phone-like device; the screen says “Pokégear.” I think to check my own pockets; they’re empty except my chapstick and a thick wad of strange paper bills with a “P” symbol on them. So, I guess I still have a phone. There’s another small electronic – a Pokédex, looks like the Unova model. Three green-and-purple spray bottles and five red-and-white balls; Potions and Poké Balls. A laminated Trainer Card with my name and picture on it, registered by the Unovan Pokémon League as a trainer starting a couple months ago.

So apparently I was supposed to have an adventure in the world of Pokémon. Funny; Mad Max wasn’t far from my first guess. It occurs to me I’m in Orre. Don’t remember this exact place, though. I never got far in that game.

There’s some other things here too. A key attached to a Master Ball keychain. A small laptop computer (though the diner’s wi-fi is secured). And was that…? Why the heck do I have a collapsible billy club?

I was still looking at the thing in my hand, thinking that, when I heard some sort of distant screech. I look up.

A bit into the desert, out of nowhere, there was a large flock of blue creatures with purple wings, circling in the air.

The hell’s a bunch of Zubat doing in the middle of the desert, I remember thinking.

That’s when I saw what they were circling around: a plant-like lump, mostly green but with plenty of brown shades.

Gheeze, they were like vultures! What were they even hunting…? It occurred to me to pull out the Pokédex and turn it on, pointing it towards the thing the Zubat were circling around. Even at this distance, it managed to detect what species the poor creature was.

A Turtwig…?! Out here in the middle of the desert…?!

Something just switched on. I was never much of a hero before, more of a coward, but I didn’t want to see what they were going to do to that Turtwig.

In moments, my backpack was closed on my back, everything back inside except the billy club, fully unfolded.

And I ran in yelling like a lunatic.

The next minute I burst through the door of the diner and slammed it shut behind me, producing several thunks as the Zubat swarm barreled into it before they could change course. “Quick!” I shouted to whoever was at the counter. “This Turtwig needs water!”

A few hours passed as I nursed for the Turtwig back to health. Thankfully the diner only charged for the Potions I bought from them with just a bit of the money I have, because she drank a lot of water. Oh yeah, the Turtwig turned out to be female. According to the ‘Dex, Turtwig shells are made of hard soil, growing harder if watered, and feeling slightly moist if they’re healthy. Well, her shell was getting harder. I also had something to eat, pigs-in-a-blanket (though they called it “Mankey in a Wrap”), to keep my strength up while doing it.

During that time, people were going in and out without any Zubat leaking through, so I assumed they buzzed off somewhere.

Eventually, she regained consciousness. She looked up at me with fond eyes. Who knows what she must have gone through, being a Grass-type in Orre’s harsh climate. She nuzzled into my hand when I tried to pet her. I bought her a couple Oran Berries to fill up on.

“That your Turtwig?” the guy at the counter asked.

“No, I found her outside,” I replied. “Think she’s wild?”

“Pokémon like that ain’t wild ‘round here. Probably abandoned.”

“Even someplace as harsh as this…?”

“Never underestimate humankind’s ability to hurt, kid.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

For a while she got off the table and sat in my lap as I did a better check of my things. I decided against bringing the laptop out in some seedy-looking place as this. There was, however, something in my bag I didn’t notice before. Tucked behind the laptop was a notebook with a massive word “JUMP” on the cover, with a spiral binding and a mechanical pencil tucked into it. I opened the first page to see there was already writing on it.

Layer 1:

You have 10 years in this world.

Time is paused wherever you left.

Your motorcycle is nearby.

You keep your perks and gear afterward.

You may only keep 6 Pokémon afterward, one of which must be the first Pokémon you catch. The rest stay behind.

Entertain me.

Was this written by the owner of that voice in the cylinder? Asshole.

“Hey, kid. Catch.”

I looked up just in time for a Poké Ball to hit my forehead. “Ouch!”

“Hey, sorry, I said catch,” the guy at the counter said.

“My hands were busy,” I said with a wince, putting everything away. I picked the ball up. “A Poké Ball?”

“For your Turtwig. On the house.”

“For… But she’s not...”

“I can see she’s taken a shine to you,” he said. “She might as well be.”

I looked down at her to see her looking up at me. After a second, I hold the ball up to her. She nosed the button on the front and, in a flash of light, she vanished into it.

Beep. Beep. Beep. CLICK.

So… I guess my first Pokemon’s a Turtwig. Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been a Magikarp.

I decide it’s time for me to go. After making sure I’m fully stocked on food and water and everything’s packed safely away, I start to walk out.

“Hey, kid.”

I give the guy at the counter one last look.

“Be careful out there, OK? There’s these punks running around, Team Snagem. They can make Poké Balls that can steal Pokémon from trainers. You keep your new friend safe, OK?”

Team Snagem is an issue? I’m not fully solid on the timeline. I mean, I watched this loud guy do a Let’s Play of both games, but why the hell am I remembering that now?

I gave him a nod and said, “I will.” Then I go outside. Still no Zubat in sight.

The closest city here seems a really long way to walk there. Then I remembered the notebook mentioned I had a motorcycle. I look around the parking lot and notice this unassuming bike in the shade. It had a decal sticker of a Master Ball on it.

I pulled out the key that was in my bag, got on, and put it in the ignition. The engine turned.

I put on the helmet in the little storage compartment on the back and, somehow knowing how to drive a motorcycle, I set off into the desert.

“Entertain me…?” Fuck that guy, he took away ten years of my life. Even if time on Earth was frozen, I would be mentally ten years older when I got back. Plus I left Earth by dropping through a hole. What is this guy’s deal anyway? Whatever. Fuck this, I thought, I need to find someplace to survive around here.

Me and Terra.

That’s my Turtwig’s nickname now. Just in case that wasn’t clear.

[theundeadmemelord]

Crash landing: Going down in fire

A dull red light flashed slowly, the only light left in the dark room. A low beeping growl was heard throughout the ship as steam was released from broken pipes. The ship creaked as the metal and the short, largish man, groaned. He sat up and rubbed his injured head. Wincing, he drew his hand back to see a faint bit of blood on his hand. Wonderful he thought, as he stumbled to his feet, dusting off and adjusting his bright red coat and searching for his hat.

Squinting his bright blue eyes, he scanned the dark hall way. One side had completely caved in, the metal warped and melted with waves of heat coming off it. The other way was barely intact and awkwardly curved upward, the ships inner pipes and circuits sticking out from the walls like the maw of some metallic beast. The circuits sparked on and off and the pipes let put whistling bouts of smoke. The man huffed and coughed a bit as he smoothed his jet black hair. First things first- he had to find his hat.

He navigated his way through the tangled mess of pipes and wires, yelping as he nearly got electrocuted for the second time. He emerged from the metallic jungle and cambered up the halls unnatural slope, all the while keeping an eye out for his hat. The walls gave off waves of heat and the metal looked like it was heating up quick. The exit doors where shut but one was half off its hinges, allowing a bit of light to peek through a hole made by the upset doorway. He sheltered his eyes from the sudden light and made his way towards the doors, feeling the heat that waved off it. He coughed again and tried to pry the doors open, only to quickly pull them away with a cry of pain as the hot metal burned his hands. Blowing on them to cool the burn he glared at the door and coughed out a few curses. Suddenly getting an idea he hurried back down the slope and grabbed one of the broken pipes, pulling down hard, the pipe popping off the others with a loud CLANG. Smiling triumphantly, he hurried back to the door and jammed the pipe into the hole. He put all his weight into turning the pipe, grunting as one door bent under the pressure and a small gap was made. Good enough!! He thought, coughing as he tried to breath through the smokey air. He squeezed through the gap, wincing as the hot metal pressed against his side. He tumbled out of the ship and down a pile of scalding rocks and debri. He yelped and cursed with every bounce until he finally face planted into the earth below. .

Groaning loudly he slowly got up, rubbing his head and grumbling as he spat out a clump of dirt. He glared at the area around him, a barren crater made by his ship...HIS SHIP!!! Leaping to his feat he whirled around yelling “No no no- NOOOOO!!!!!!!!” He fell to his knees at the sight. The once sleek, intimidating, shiny red space ship was now crumpled and torn. Smoke billowed out of what looked more like a crumpled tin can then engines and the hull itself was bent out of place with metal beams sticking haphazardly here and there. The top engine thruster was on fire making the scene look like a metallic birthday cake- if someone had smashed the birthday cake several times before sitting on it and throwing it to the ground.

He fell to his knee’s as he looked at the wreck. The cargo, his crew, but most importantly his 100,000 pon ship was gone. Destroyed because of this stupid planet and its stupid floating boulder that had hit his beautiful ship.“CURSE YOU SPACE!!!” He yelled to the sky. He leapt up, shaking his fists at the sky angrily before turning and storming up to the crater wall. His anger only grew as he kept sliding off the wall every time he tried to climb up it. With each attempt his growl grew louder and louder until he finally yelled “ENOUGH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” and charged like a mad bull, at the wall. Short legs pumping as fast as they could, he screamed his way up out of the crater and fell onto his face upon reaching the top. Breathing heavy he looked back at the crash sight and wheezed out a triumphant laugh “HA-HAAAA!! Take THAT you over grown hole!!...” His face fell upon seeing his ship once more. A few memories of him and his crew flashed before his eyes, as well as the day he first bought the ship....His beautiful ship. He grunted, looking away and wiping his face as he stood. Coughing, he looked about, trying to gain an idea of his surroundings. The area was hot, blisteringly hot. There was little to no grass or plant life, mostly just tan stone, dirt, and lots of ash. Heat radiated off the stones around the red coated man, and scattered around the place was a few large cracks in the ground. The cracks seemed to glow, and upon him glancing down one he realized that it was because they where filled with lava. Off in the near distance he could see what was most likely the cause of said lave. A humongous volcano sat, slowly dripping lava as waves of heat where visibly seen coming off it. Sulfur, ash and smoke filled the air and made it almost unbreathable. The man coughed and wheezed as he turned away from the volcano- to spot a small red figure hiding behind a large boulder watching him. More importantly, the figure had his hat!!!! “HEY, SMALL RED ONE!!!” He yelled, coughing a bit as he briskly walked towards them. The figure jumped and took off with his hat. “HEY!!!! GET BACK HERE YOU!!!!” He roared, choking a bit on some ash and giving chase.

What felt like hours of running later, the red figure finally slid down and out of sight. At this point, the red coated man was sweating buckets, panting as he jogged and tried to keep up. His vision was blurring slightly and he was fairly certain the dancing birds in his field of vision weren’t suppose to be there. He tripped on his own feet and tumbled down dusty slope, flopping onto the almost burning stone below. He blearily blinked, trying to get the world to stop spinning as he rolled onto his back and stared up at the burning sky. The last few things he saw before blacking out was a red cloaked child with a mustache, and two tall stone figures....And his hat

He awoke, the first thing he registered was that where ever he was was cool. Much cooler then where he had just been. The second thing was that the dancing birds where gone, which he could only hope to be a good thing. He groaned and coughed as he slowly sat up, blinking a bit as his eyes adjusted to the dim light around him. The stone all around was a dark grey and to his right was a wall of what looked like sturdy metal bars. To his left was a stone wall and at the top was a small barred window, heat waves radiating around it but some how the heat wasn’t getting in. He could hear slight movement outside the wall of bars, and soon realized he was in a prison of some sort, although he couldn’t see any of the other people in their cells from where he was. “Well howdy sugar!” He jumped and whirled to look at the humanoid feline sitting by the wall across from him “Who are you and where is my hat?!” He growled The calico cat like person blinked and chuckled “Sorry sugar, I’m not sure where your hat is. I’m Cookie, I use to be her majesties chef..before I tried to feed her some vegetables I managed to grow.” Cookie’s ears drooped as their expression turned almost sad “One small mishap, and she had my garden burned and threw me in here...” They brightened slightly “But at least its cool....any way, whats your name?” The red coated man huffed, “Barlo, Boss of the interstellar Mafia- who is in charge here?!” Cookie smiled “Nice to meet you Barlo, and that would be her majesty.... also known as Queen Mu. You likely met her on your way in. Red cloak, small crown,-” “Mustache?” Barlo asked, narrowing his eyes Cookie nodded “Yup..She’s sweet I promise..just as long as you follow the rules.” Barlo stood, huffing “The little brat has my hat!! Rules or not- I AM MAFIA!!! I DON’T FOLLOW ANYONES RULES!!! HEE-YA!!!” He punched the wall and held the punch a few seconds. “....OOOOW!!” He pulled his hand away and shrieked Cookie quickly got up, limping a bit as she moved over “Oh goodness sugar are you ok? Also...That wall is actually submerged underground, its not gonna break...also its solid stone..” “I CAN SEE THAT!!!” He grumbled, holding his hand. “Well then why’d you punch it?! You might have seriously hurt yourself sugar!!” Cookie huffed, ears perking up as she put her hands on her hips, and had to lean against the wall for support. Barlo growled something about her not being the boss of him and glanced at her bandaged leg. He shook his hand and growled “When I see that mustached brat I’m gonna-” There was a sudden rumble of what sounded like thunder from outside and the tow immediately looked through the small window. Outside there seemed to be a small town made of stone, with stone statues standing around everywhere. It was still aside from the wind that began to pick up speed. In the sky there seemed to be two distant..somethings, slowly making their way off into the distance. What ever they where, they looked to be on fire a bit. “What in the world is that?” Barlo asked, squinting at the things “...I saw something like that earlier...Just a couple hours before you showed up...” Cookie said, looking very concerned, her feline face, her ears flattening against her head “...I think..those might be other people...” Barlo scoffed “After what ever hit my ship...I could see it. Theres something about this planet thats just..cursed.” Cookie glanced at him “Your just saying that because you lost your hat, aren't you?” He sent her a glare “No!!..maybe a little- But my gut is telling me somethings wrong here, and my gut is never wrong!!” Cookie nodded, looking back up at the sky “Sure sugar...”