#plus it's too close to the ground and extremely dangerous

[raileurta]

The sparkeater!human designs are such good body language inspo. I could definitely see an irritated “messenger” flicking their spiky tail like a cat as a threat, or any of them just wrapping themselves up in their wings to “loaf” on their favourite bot (said bot would probably be panicked as hell if their loaf spot was just a little too close to their chassis).

I like to think that the option for organic food is a major component towards self control compared to cybertronian spark eaters, so now the bots are just memorising all the drive thru’s in town specifically to avoid them getting cravings lol

It’d also be a fun idea that whenever they do start craving a spark they form a habit of chewing on metal to mimic the action of breaking past someone’s chassis to get to a spark without actually hunting a bot down. This is also a good indicator for when you gotta start taking them to get burgers or something before Miko actually tries to slip away and catch a con off guard. (Maybe other behaviours act as indicators too! like switching from nose smelling to tongue smelling because they’re subconsciously trying to track).

I can also imagine the cons also trying to get scary dog privileges like the bots, but their plan just backfires and they choose to let their sparkeater!human escape (because otherwise they’d be trapped with a sparkeater!human who is fully aggro at the cons for kidnapping them) which is how unicron gets the first sparkeater to find him in years. (Rip random vehicon no.420 used to create the sparkeater!human).

As for the thirteen aspects of chaos, the main one would be that everything can always happen once. Maybe not twice, maybe not regularly, but it will always happen once. I think freedom would be one of the more positive aspects of chaos. Order has rules. Typically they’re good rules that are understandable, but there are some pointless rules and bad rules too.

If I’m ever like….being annoying with these infodumps please tell me lol, I don’t wanna be too intrusive or anything.

Unless I state otherwise everyone should assume any creature I make is cat-coded. So I'm definitely seeing the vision here.

I'm imagining Raf un-intentionally making Ratchet extremely nervous because he liked laying on his chassis. He totally didn't realize what he was doing but once he did he was very apologetic. He now sleeps in Ratchet's neck crook. Miko on the other hand doesn't have this problem as she's the type of cat person to sleep on your face. Bulkhead doesn't need to breathe so he's not in danger of suffocating and plus he finds this really cute.

Every autobot now has “emergency snacks” on them just in case. There's also now a small kitchen in the human area packed full with lots of food. The kids can't really complain as they love all the free food but they do feel slightly guilty. The autobots would soothe them of any concerns they have; this for their comfort and everyone’s safety.

I'm just picturing Miko chewing up the railings in the base and Ratchet getting mad at her for it. 😂 Some of the other signs of them needing food could be nibbling on their hands, looking at a bot’s chest a little too long, pacing, and flicking out their tongues a lot. They do have tons of metal ball things in the base to help with this. Fowler has also given them lots of money to help with the food bill. The autobots could have and maybe theoretically already did hack easily into some big businesses to get their human money; they do appreciate the gesture however.

Since Miko now has wings it's basically impossible to keep her from the ground bridge and or running off so they have decided to get her one of those backpack leashes. She is very annoyed by this but it has been extremely successful so they aren't getting rid of it.

I think they did this with Jack. Megatron being Megatron wanted to use one of the autobots’ “pets” for emotional damage, he was completely convinced he could manipulate Jack to their side.

That obviously doesn't happen.

They had to force feed him a spark and being the decent person he is was very mad and disgusted by this. He escapes the prison they had kept him in then proceeds to terrorize the whole ship. The part of Megatron's mind that hadn't been totally corroded by dark energon was aware enough to know how fucked of this situation this was. He has Soundwave ground bridge him into a volcano which happened to be the one full of dark energon. Jack somehow manages not to be melted but he was blasted by tons of dark energon radiation. Once he passed out from the various severe burns he had gotten Jack and Unicron meet in his dreams.

“Creation. Once chosen by the last discipline of prime, now I shall take you for myself.” Unicorn says as he looms over Jack. The devourer had desired the “pink one” but this human shall work as well.

Jack once again being a decent person he is doesn't want to be involved in any of this. He knows how evil Unicron is (he's getting better but Jack doesn't know that) so he obviously refuses. Unicron doesn't care if Jack wants it or not so Jack becomes a messenger. He would represent the freedom that's in chaos. It's deliciously ironic as he's sort of a mini Optimus, the mech who is the poster child of freedom.

Trust me you're not being annoying. I love getting long asks like this, it gives me life.

Edit: Forgot to add this was beta read by @a-non-ymouswriter

[noperopesaredope]

I swear to god if any of these mfs on my block start blasting some illegal fireworks later tonight imma commit a murder

[coffee-and-tea-time]

HEAR ME OUT: A LIMINAL SPACE BUT YANDERE

…we seem to have drifted from our original plans with this account-

I call dibs on the dilf then

No, back off, he's mine🤺

Word count: 1.6k (the very first long post) (subtle brag)

TW: hinted yandere behavior but soft since it's the introduction, monster/non-human, written in you/yours, don't expect it to make much sense it's a liminal space that we created with things that came along the way and a bit of the backrooms wiki, human! reader is confused but interested (willing? Mostly confused)

“ugh… What time is it?”

You go grab your phone, annoyed that your stomach managed to wake you up. Maybe you really do need to eat something before trying to go back to sleep, though it's too comfy being in the warmth of the blankets…  still, a loud grumble from your belly ruined your plans, with no other option left, you sight and reluctantly got out of bed with your phone in hand, however, as you were making your way to go to the kitchen, you heard the distinctive ping of your phone's notifications which made you turn around to see… you have your phone in hand, why is there a replica of your phone on your bed?

You get closer, thinking it's surely something else and your eyes deceived you because of the dim lighting, when you grab that second ‘phone’ you got even more confused, is a perfect replica of your own, you even compared them both side to side wondering if you finally went insane but you didn’t get enough time to question your sanity as you start to feel extremely dizzy, like everything around you is spinning around so damn fast you can't even tell if you were the one moving or see properly at all, you close your eyes in hopes that it will prevent you from getting nauseous.

"Why is feeling so fucking chilly?"

You said in a shiver as you feel yourself fall, this time you know you are really moving, why? Because your face hits the snowy ground… Snowy ground? 

You move yourself a little too fast for a person that just kissed the ground with so much force, all you can see around you is softly falling snow through what looks like a residential street. 

The night sky a little too black, there were no lights that you could clearly see from just a swift look around, no stars, and… no clouds, the sky was pitch black, yet the houses were illuminated with a slight glow from moonlight even as the moon was nowhere in sight. 

The place was eerie to say the least, the overwhelming quietness of it all almost a warning of danger. There were no sounds of people, no distant murmurs of far away conversation, no barks from pets, no chirping of shivering birds.

This place is nothing like any place you've ever been in but it still gives you a nostalgic feeling. 

What can you do to return to your home? 

You start walking, maybe you should knock on a house with the lights on? It can be dangerous but there aren't a lot of options, one thing is sure, when you return home, you're gonna go to the hospital for a check-up, mental or physical? You aren't sure yet.

You thoughts were stopped when you catch a silhouette not so far away, seems the darkness makes it hard to see properly, but it's seems like the shadow of a little girl making a snowman, the sight relieves you somewhat and you decide to approach, asking the little girl is far more secure that knocking on randoms doors.

"Excuse me, little miss! It seems like I got lost, is there an adult with you that can tell me which street this is?"

You said out loud, it seems like the little one hears you when she tilts her head a little and moves her arms around cutely, the girl seems eager for you to come closer although you can't really tell if she is looking at you or not, it's odd, even as you get closer, you still see a shadow more than a child.

And then, you feel a soft and cold touch on top of your head, the faint snowing plus the silence makes you feel like you could hear as the soft snowflakes fell around you, like your sense of hearing heightened from the sheer lack of any other sounds. 

That being said, you couldn't help but jump when the loud sound of the door opening abruptly met your ears and even more when you hear like somebody is running behind you, you quickly look back but all you can see is snow and darkness. 

You return your gaze to the child, and got even more taken aback to find a shadow shaped like a abnormally tall man with horns sticking out of the dark smoke that seems to shape his 'hair' in front of you, and in the blink of an eye, you were picked up by 'him', he ran faster that you ever thought was possible, before you can even breathe, you already were inside of a house still in the man's arms, his hands under your armpits cupping you up like a soggy cat.

You try not to panic, as you let your eyes inspect the place, only one thing is sure: if it is dangerous, it is better not to test his patience, horror movies taught you better than that.

You feel something really cold hugging your leg, you gaze slowly going downwards only to find what you think is the little girl you saw earlier… seems like your eyes didn’t trick you before, it is in fact, a silhouette, a pitch black outline of a child.

What in the world is going on?

Well, at least they seem to understand you, the little one let go of your leg and gestured, trying to explaining you everything with charades, you would find it very lovable and adorable in any other occasion; your focus on the kid quickly interrupted by the man's hold of you shifting, his hands coiling around you and pressing you to his chest in what felt like a hug, your feet don't even touch the ground, you can feel thought your pajamas the cold emanating from his.. body? Well, unlike his gastly looking hair, the rest of his body did feel more solid, seems like even shadows can have a sleeper build… 

Wait, what?

Before you can think of anything else, your stomach growls, right, you were about to fetch yourself some food before you ended up here, though, their reaction to the grumble of your stomach amused you, how the tiny blank eyes of the little girl widened, them both freezing in a second of shock before the man ran again with you in his arms.

You can sense the toddler running after you two as the man runs into what seems like a rather luxurious kitchen, your bare feet finally meet the rather warm floor again although you still don't have time to relax as the shadow man tries to hurriedly feed you a spoonful of baking powder.

“I’m sorry but I can’t eat that…”

You anxiously try to explain why you can’t just eat baking powder, hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way and lucky for you, he seems more concerned than anything, his.. mouth? twitches making more of a weary expression, at least you think so as he hurried to open all of the cabinets and even the fridge, letting you look through everything to search for something you could actually eat.

You sense a gentle tug on your pajama's shirt, when you look down, you were met with the little girl shyly offering you a fruit that you can actually eat, so you gladly accept it, you can’t help but find the shadow duo cute as they start cheering between themselves, seemingly celebrating that they found something that you can eat, you kind of want to take a photo but well, you don’t have your phone and probably if you had it, you would be calling for help rather than recording cute moments.

You start to relax on the chair as you eat, the adrenaline slowly wearing off of your body and with that comes the pain, right, you slammed on the ground a few minutes ago, you feel your body between a state of numbness and pain, you can't help but to winche because of that, which make the duo approach you again quickly.

“Sorry, i-is nothing, I just… need some sleep”

You come up with a quick excuse, even though they are weirdly kind and seems harmless, just in case, it's better to avoid mentioning any injury or damage since you still don't 100% trust how they'd react, you trust the outside even less though. Your mind plays back to that running you heard behind you before the shadowy man took you away, the memory still sending shivers down your spine. To escape from them without proper knowledge of how things work here sounds dumb.

As you were lost in thought, the tall man scooped you up once again, this time his cold touch felt gentler than before, you start to wonder if he sees you as a cat of some sort but there is no use in asking since these creatures don't seem like they know how to speak.

He walked you upstairs into what seemed like the master bedroom and gently tucked you into the bed with a soft pat on your head, you start to sense that these shadows love being affectionate, a little touchy feely; Maybe is the contrast of his cold body with your warmer human body, you can’t really blame him, the smoke that he has for hair seems really soft to the touch too…

For better or for worse, he stood up straight again and start checking the lock on the windows, making sure they were well covered, only opening the door to invite the child in, who quickly layed besides you handing you a little book, a bedtime story, with a smile, You find endearing the fact they so eagerly want to hear a story, but a chill runs to your spine when you hear the tall man locking the door and then laying down on the other side of the bed beside you.

The night ends up peacefully although the exhaustion wins over your sense of self preservation, you slowly drifting off to sleep after reading the story to the little girl.

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest

[neuvislover]

☆༉ — 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂. when in your arms, I feel safe.

about. wriothesley arms

tags. fluff, established relationship, wriothesley being protective, talk about injuries

I can’t stop thinking about wriothesley arms

When you're feeling down, you would often think about wriothesley's arms. Yes, one reason is because his arms are extremely attractive and it lifts your mood. But more importantly, wriothesley's arms are the safest place on earth.

wriothesley is so protective over you, he's practically like your guard dog. Like scary dog privileges? Check! No matter where you are, whether you're at home, in a quiet street or shop, at a loud party, or an extremely crowded street, wriothesley makes an effort to keep an eye on you. Even if you are someone who is more conscious of your surroundings, it's basically second nature to him at this point.

wriothesley is always ready to step in to protect you from anything, anyone, and everything. At the first signs of danger or if he sees you being uncomfortable, you don't need to say anything, he's already there. Often, he uses his arms (and hands) to pull you away from danger like falling objects or people intentionally/ unintentionally bumping into you. Or, he would use his arms to physically shield you from any danger that comes your way.

There has certainly been more than one occasion when you're at home or in a store trying to reach something on the higher shelf when an object starts to fall on you. Instead of it hitting you, you always look up to see wriothesley's arms between you on the falling object. He never ever scolds you for being clumsy or not asking him for help. Instead, he's just happy that he was able to protect you. The bumps, scrapes, and bruises littered on his arm don't bother him. In fact, he's rather proud of them. It means he was able to save you from feeling that pain. Plus, it helps that you tenderly look after his injuries and give him kisses after.

Besides that, wriothesley's arms are your lifeline. He's always happy to let you cling onto his arm whenever you want.

He finds it so endearing that he's basically your comfort person. You cling onto his arm in crowded places so you don't get lost and also to soothe the overwhelming feeling of just being in a crowd. You practically cling onto his arm anywhere at any time. It brings you comfort. Something about clinging onto his arms grounds you. It helps to calm you when your nerves are in overdrive. Of course, the physical touch and close proximity to his person helps too.

Big strong muscular arms = warmest, best hugs. wriothesley loves to swing his arms around you. From the front, from the back, around your waist, hips, legs?), you name it, his arms have been around it before. He loves bringing you closer to him. And no matter how warm it gets, you can't help but adore being hugged by him. Whether you are happy, sad, or just feeling a complex mix of emotions, wriothesley is always there for you with his arms outstretched, ready for you to dive into them.

When wriothesley envelopes you in his arms, it's like the feeling of a warm, weighted blanket being wrapped around you on the coldest of winter nights. At the same time, it feels like a different kind of weight, an emotional or mental one, has been lifted from your person. It's the feeling of coming home and being able to finally relax. The physical sight and feeling of his arms wrapping around you also feels like you are taking refuge behind a large, resilient shield. One that would hide you away and protect you from all the hardship in the world.

wriothesley's arms being around you brings physical protection, mental stability, emotional reprieve, comfort, love, the feeling of home, a feeling of liberation, and protection all at once. And there's no place else you would rather be.

[ariadne-karloff]

Random headcanons

Food.

Creed doesn't have a lot of control when eating: he eats like it's the first time in ages, and could be the last. He basically inhales the food, actually enjoying it only after he's eaten enough and or feels safe. He could keep eating indefinitely if you put food in front of him, no restraints, no shame, just a void to be filled. His healing factor helps him battling the nausea and the too full part. If he's by himself, he then nap the hell out of all that food. The presence of food, even still alive, gets him sidetracked and he needs to refocus on the task at hand.

Sleep.

He sleeps curled up, or half curled, with his head on his arms. If he's sleeping with someone, the someone becomes a teddy bear. He secretly loves being the small spoon but it's very difficult to find someone big enough. But with his past lovers they found a way: he stays face down and they sleep literally on him. Apparently it was Mystique the first to think of it, but Victor remembers someone else, heavier than her, and with the scent of clear waters and snow and forests. He runs hot, but if he can, he sleeps hidden in blankets, still trying to banish the cold he felt when he was in the cellar and during the first winter he was alone outside.

Mental Health.

The Canon: He never left that house, as he said himself. There's the mini "Spider-Man. Punisher. Sabretooth: Designer Genes" where he basically says he has PTSD. In another one, "It comes with the claws" (it's a Daredevil issue if I remember well) it seems he's not completely grounded, and he doesn't know what to do with people (and specifically women. He takes one and he's very gentle and careful but doesn't know what to do with her).

The headcanon: his mental health is highly challenged because of his upbringing. When he was prisoner in the cellar, he lost a great part of his ability to understand people and the notions he had, leaving him extremely late in what a person should know or feel. He basically lost roughly 3 years (old 90s canon). The solitary confinement is torture and he's been closed there for ages, plus the father hurting him and withholding food. So, yeah, he's weird and has a LOT of problems. Since he tried to get help but people said he didn't deserve it, he chose to be not conforming and accept that "normals" will never accept him for what he is, but he push it in their faces.

He def has ADHD and he's not in tune with emotions. As a defensive mechanism he shares false facts about his misdeeds to create a different picture of himself, and this is the same reason behind some of his taunts.

His Mother

As you may have read on my stories, his mother tried to protect him. She couldn't help him because of the abusive husband, and also cultural setting, but she loved him dearly, and tried to do all that she can. She gave him all the food she can hide from her husband and also blankets or things to keep him warm, and she talked to him. She also cleaned him and his small place, trying to keep it as clean as possible. One of his most treasured memories it's her using warm water and a soft cloth to clean him, and then letting him sleep a bit on her. Her arms were the safest place on earth for a long, long time. So yeah, I'm following the canon in which he spared her, after killing his father. She kept him safe even knowing he was completely deranged and out of his mind. She would have kept him with her, but Victor was restless and needed to get away from everything and go deep in the woods.

Queer.

He def isn't straight and he also is "age blind". For the "not straight part" it's the comics fault. He's queer coded to the bone. In some issue he's pictured like one of those "bisexual evil characters", but nothing is clearly stated (as it's pretty common).

Clean.

He can't stand being dirty. He washes as soon as possible, and he does that even when running free in the Canadian forests. He wouldn't have a strong scent because it's dangerous and helps finding you. Many people think he stinks because he doesn't smell of chemical products, and also after battle who would smell like flowers?! No one.

He's an asshole.

Absolutely an asshole. He's snarky, pushy, talks too much about the wrong things, tries to boast himself and he's too loud. He also tends to vanish up north without saying anything to anyone to recharge his batteries. But kids weirdly feel safe with him, so probably he's not so bad. Even if he sometimes says he eats them for fun (like the cats, he doesn't eat them, there's not enough to eat, not even as snacks)

[diamondmeadow]

as a certified Middle School Teacher, do you have any further thoughts or headcanons on mwpp at that age? because honestly this is a criminally underexplored comedic goldmine.

I cannot agree more! I feel like the first four years at Hogwarts especially have such potential. For gen fics mainly, so it might not be for everyone, might seem boring, but honestly we are writing and reading about a close-knit group of four boys, and by focusing on singular ships only, we might be missing out on so much of their dynamic expansion. I still keep thinking about that snippet of yours about Sirius pyjamas. But then I'm also coming from bands fandom which in a sense is a very similar environment, just a few men closely working and interacting together, plus my favourite trope is (best) friends to lovers, so there's that too. I'm pining for this. AHAHAH Anyway, enough of my ramble, here I come with some ideas, thought I don't necessarily think they are something people haven't come up with before. To sum up the comical possibilities move from bodily humour to more cerebral one over the years with lots of awkwardness thrown in between - i imagine a lot of hilarious situation happen just by accident. - ages 11/12 - they are probably extremely random. the things boys that age let out of their mouth, their associations, are just the wildest. the pranking at this stage must have been insane. a lot of body pranking and really dumb jokes. also there was a lot and I mean A LOT of physicality between the boys themselves probably. boys that age won't stop hitting each other, touching one another in quasi-fights, but there's nothing sexual about it. the boys in my class are at it nonstop, however dangerous it is, they keep smacking each other with cushions, slippers, textbooks, with ANYTHING that comes under their hands. they wrestle and pull at each other nonstop. i fully believe the marauders dorm room was a battle ground - this was specifically prominent between james and sirius. - ages 12/13 - this is the time when most of the boys enter puberty, so all kinds of physical changes you have described start appearing. they start to be more self-conscious about the way they look. as i HC for James to be a little on the vain side, I imagine him spending progressively longer time in the bathroom which might be a source of arguments (that are quickly forgetten) between the boys, they are constantly missing breakfast or well, James is, then he's grumpy because he is hungry. also times of the self-exploration, morning wood, wet dreams, lots of embarrassing moments for everyone. i imagine Peter being on the shy side, his bed has always curtain closed. their dorm room REEKS. Sirius might be the cleanest (pureblood upbringing leftover) lots of mood swings, it's a rollercoaster. a lot of bickering over stupid things. by the time they are thirteen they are a bit more shy with the touch (minus James and Sirius, again I feel like those two would be all over each other because that's their way of showing affection, James is a hugger from home). their pranking would get better, less body pranks, more cerebral pranks. i feel like here Remus might start getting bolder with his ideas. Sirius would get progressively mouthier. bless Mcg and every teacher at Hogwarts. - ages 13/14 - peek peer pressure. whatever their friends are thinking, that's the holy word. this is the peek pranking time. oh lord, Remus would hardly try to stop them. Peter would take a lot of detention to cover up for James and Sirius. and in general, they would be breaking records in detention. they are extremely aware of their sexuality, lots of lewdness, lots of stupid, inappropriate jokes. All the girls are annoyed by them. this is the time they start smoking if they start at all. sarcasm central! the randomness of their early age disappears - this is when everyone really understand just how smart Sirius and James really are. The third year is the year they are done with their mirrors and they are working on the map. they are bold enough to come up with the Animagi idea. this is the year they are invincible. by the way their room is a MESS - a MINEFIELD. Thank god for cleaning charms.

- ages 14/15 - now this is not very different from the previous year, i just think they get a little bit more organised, especially at 15, and increasingly it's possible to have a reasonable conversation with them. i feel like Remus would be a much more polite throughout the years, with his gratefulness for the opportunity he got at Hogwarts, so the difference would be scarce, the same goes for Peter, but James and Sirius would get much better and stop talking back as much. there's more secrecy in their plans. they also start to need their own space and time. their dorm room is tidier and the curtains are often closed on every bed. but all four of them have their opinions now and much more than before these opinions differ. it's not one brain cell/pack brain anymore. there are more discussions, a bit less pranking, they start seeing their behaviour is not as great and I think this is the time when they really only give a hard time to selected few (aka Snape) and whoever doesn't sit well with them. they definitely don't stop, but before they were much less selective. it could be anyone. Anyway, this is not wildly specific, more just like an application of my observation of teenage boys. I feel like everyone could make it work in their own way depending on how they see the individual Marauder.

[thecreaturecodex]

Terochilus

Image accessed from the Ultraman Wiki here

[Terochilus is a monster that makes a big impression in Return of Ultraman (being the star of a two-part episode), but with very little impact on the franchise outside of it. Which is a shame. It feels like Ultraman's Rodan the way that Arstron feels like its Godzilla. It has a weirder power set than Rodan, though, with its toxic webbing and shooting lasers from its nose. It kind of reminds me of The Giant Claw, in the sense of being a superficially simple flying kaiju that is totally bizarre on closer inspection, and I designed its stats intentionally to be a counterpart to my cacagnea.

In the show, its webs emit toxic gas on exposure to automobile exhaust, making Terochilus another pollution-themed kaiju. Since cars don't exist in Pathfinder, I changed the trigger to the webs getting extra dangerous to fire, which is the typical adventurer solution to webbing. That, and it makes the Terochilus' lairing in volcanoes synergistic, and very dangerous.

Also, I can't prove it, but I suspect that Terochilus' pterosaur with feathers look inspired the winged fakeosaur that came in the same set as the ones that inspired the rust monster and bulette]

Terochilus

CR 19 LN Magical Beast

This creature resembles a strange cross between bird and pterosaur. It walks on two elephantine legs, and has membranous wings growing like a cape from its human-like arms. It has a head and neck covered with feathers, and a long straight bill.

A terochilus is a bestial, vaguely avian predator, something like a roc writ even larger. They are found lairing on volcanic islands and are extremely territorial—a terochilus patrols the water near the island for whales, large fish and the occasional sea monster to eat, and drives away anything else entering its hunting grounds. This territoriality extends to their volcanic lairs as well. A terochilus usually lives near the caldera and lines its nest with thick ashy webbing. This webbing is flammable, but burning it produces a highly potent toxic gas that causes immediate unconsciousness followed by systematic organ failure. The terochiluses are immune to these noxious fumes, and encourage periodic fires to burn the webbing and fumigate their lairs.

Terochiluses usually do not see creatures of human size and shape as prey. The danger comes from their territorial instinct—they attack boats that steer too close to their hunting grounds. If forced from their lairs by a stronger monster, they may settle closer to inhabited areas and wreak havoc enforcing their new territorial boundaries. In combat, a terochilus usually opens by spraying opponents with webbing, and then closing to melee with entangled enemies. A terochilus possesses a powerful breath weapon, which manifests as beams of deadly force fired from its nostrils. This breath weapon does not recharge quickly, and most terochiluses use it as a weapon of last resort only.

Terochilus CR 19

XP 204,800

LN Colossal magical beast

Init +9; Senses darkvision 120 ft., low-light vision, Perception +22, tremorsense 30 ft.

Defense

AC 34, touch 12, flat-footed 24 (-8 size, +9 Dex, +1 dodge, +22 natural)

hp 346 (21d10+231)

Fort +23, Ref +21, Will +12

DR 20/magic; Immune poison; Resist fire 30, force 30; SR 30

Offense

Speed 40 ft., fly 150 ft. (average)

Melee bite +27 (4d6+14/19-20 plus grab), 2 claws +27 (2d8+14), 2 wings +22 (2d8+7)

Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft.

Special Attacks breath weapon (150 ft. line, 1 minute, 19d10 force damage),hurricane hover,swallow whole(AC 21, 34 hp, 4d8+21 bludgeoning),toxic webbing, webs (+22 ranged, range increment 30 ft., 150 ft. range, DR 10/-, 21 hp, DC 31)

Statistics

Str 39, Dex 28, Con 32, Int 4, Wis 21, Cha 15

Base Atk +21; CMB +43 (+47 grapple); CMD 63

Feats Acrobatic,Blind-Fight, Combat Reflexes,Dodge, Flyby Attack, Greater Vital Strike, Hover (B), Improved Critical (bite), Improved Vital Strike, Mobility, Power Attack, Vital Strike

Skills Acrobatics +21 (+25 when jumping), Climb +26, Fly +13, Perception +22; Racial Modifiers +8 Perception

Languages Ignan (cannot speak)

Ecology

Environment warm land

Organization solitary or pair

Treasure incidental

Special Abilities

Hurricane Hover (Ex) A terochilus gains Hover as a bonus feat. When it uses the Hover feat, it creates hurricane force winds in a 60-foot radius, regardless of its distance from the surface.

Toxic Webbing (Ex) A terochilus’ webs release toxic gas when they take fire damage. This gas fills a 30 foot radius from the webbing, and lingers for 1d4+1 rounds before dissipating. This toxin has the following properties

Web fumes—inhaled; duration 1/round for 4 rounds; save Fort DC 31; initial effect unconsciousness 1 minute; secondary effect 1d6 Con damage and unconsciousness 10 minutes; cure 1 save. The save DC is Constitution based.

[syuga-s]

whispers in the dark

w.c 4.7 k pairing. my loveYoongi x afab!reader genre. fluff, sUgGeStIvE kinda, just romantic first encounters a/n. he's a dream I can't believe it, guys I love yoongi so much, idek why I've had this in my drafts for like a YEAR, I'm gonna try and upload stories more often so here you go. mentions of alcohol, moderate consumption nothing extreme 🤝

You noticed when this man sat down beside you, not invading your personal space but he was close enough, letting you marvel at his delicate features. You didn't care that he would see you looking at him, he sat next to you for a reason. His presence was alluring, however, it didn't mean that you’d be the one making the first move.

You weren’t in the mood to go crazy like Lisa and Zoe tonight. They let you know beforehand that their goal was to get absolutely wasted and after all these years of knowing them, you learned that you were no one to stop them.

Tonight you were sitting on a couch, downing your drink quietly, admiring the atmosphere, noticing how everyone was eager to get drunk and you could only watch them in awe. Is that how I look when I want to get drunk too?

You got lost in your own world, you didn’t want to pay much attention to your close surroundings. This week had been crazy and getting yourself looking pretty to drink and sit in a room full of strangers felt like the right choice.

You kept an eye on your two best friends, looking after them from afar, concerned about them getting too drunk or getting themselves in a dangerous something. Fortunately, they were just having fun, dancing, being the center of attention. Every single individual on the dance floor hyping them up or buying them drinks.

You were usually with them, you also liked being the center of attention, it’s not as if you don’t like to have fun but tonight wasn't that kind of night.

Tonight you were happy drinking by yourself at your table, being the safe-keeper of your purses. You weren't even checking your phone, cause to be honest there wasn't anything to check in there.

And you wouldn't dare post a story on Instagram. That would be an open door for a bunch of DM's from people you weren't interested in or them showing up unannounced and ruining your night.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook almost dragged Yoongi out here tonight. It's not like he doesn't enjoy going out but on this particular Friday, he ~really~ didn't want to come to a club to just plop down on a couch and drink when he could perfectly do so in the comfort of his own home.

But apparently, his friends told him that "he hasn't gone out in weeks" and that he "needs to socialize more".

He wishes that they would take into account that he does go out for errands plus he walks Holly often. And that he can perfectly socialize through texts. Nevertheless, he ended up agreeing to go out with them for a while.

“Fine but I’m gonna complain the whole time.”

His expectations for the night were below the ground.

Yoongi noticed you and your little group of friends since you arrived. There was an aura about you three that he immediately spotted but as the night progressed he understood that whatever he had perceived came only from you.

There was something about you that made him realize he had to make an effort to catch your attention. One way or another.

He also knew it wouldn't be easy because, for the past hour and a half, he's been hesitant to do anything thanks to your intimidating stare. You haven't even spared a glance at a single individual and your gaze feels so heavy even from a few feet away.

"Why is she by herself ?"

"She came with friends so it's not like she doesn't have anyone"

“She can drink well”

It's like he's studying your every move.

Jungkook was already buzzed by now. Hoseok and Jimin were on the dance floor since they arrived here, maybe they even were with Lisa and Zoe at this point. They were like the identical versions of each other's and their goal tonight was to get very drunk too. Those four are meant to meet.

Kook wasn't on his 'bad decisions' agenda tonight so he was really happy just drinking beside his friend. But then he started noticing that Yoongi wasn't drinking like he usually did. He seemed lost in thought.

"Everything cool Yoongi?" No answer.

He scooted over closer to him and asked again, "Are you okay?" Still no answer. Jungkook now decided to take his eyes where Yoongi had fixated his. And he understood it all.

There was this breathtaking girl a few tables away from theirs. All black outfit. She was only scanning the place with a drink in hand, no phone or friends on sight. Kook grinned at this and thought "just Yoongi's type."

"She looks very mysterious huh" and with these words, Yoongi came out of his trance. "Huh? Who? What are you talking about?" Jungkook now did laugh and threw his arm around Yoongi, "you should go talk to her, she's all alone!"

Yes, I know Kookie "what if she WANTS to be alone?" Yoongi paused and turned to his younger friend, "I saw her come with her friends, if she wanted company she wouldn't be by herself." He finished his drink and started fidgeting with the glass.

Kook pursed his lips at this, his fuzzy brain not letting him register the reason for his friend's doubts. “Yoongi… I can’t believe you sometimes, just go and talk to her, I know she’ll like you.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

You felt something about him as soon as he sat beside you and immediately started to wonder why you hadn't seen him before when you were scanning everyone in the place. He exudes class, way more than everyone in here but his energy feels so calm. That feels like an odd combo.

And well, it’s not like you were scouting for someone tonight but he’s everything you like at first sight.

You can’t behave yourself when a man looks as composed as him, has long black hair, wearing a perfectly neat suit with a t-shirt, and let’s not start with his hands.

You felt like a puddle as soon as you eyed his huge manly hands.

You finished your gin neat and the sound of ice clinking made Yoongi turn his eyes at your glass. You also checked out he wasn’t drinking anything anymore and debated within yourself if you should say something right now.

Yet he beat you to it. While you were playing with your ring on your pointer finger you finally heard his deep, raspy voice.

“You don’t like to dance?” He stated without making eye contact with you, he was looking at your friends with his friends on the dance floor.

You thought you misheard him because you weren’t expecting that question. You grinned at him and he was able to see your right dimple. Still avoiding eye contact you told him, “I do, very much, but I’m not in the mood tonight” you paused and decided you wanted to know why wasn’t he dancing either.

You rested your chin on your hand and turned to him, finally your eyes on each other. “What about you? I doubt you only came here to talk to antisocial girls.” He was the first to laugh at this, the sound of his laugh as attractive as him. “You should know I’m famous for approaching girls that are alone.” You flashed him another smile after those words. Maybe he’s nervous, you thought. That’s cute.

“I’m sorry I’m joking, I like dancing but I don’t usually come to these places.” You glanced at your friends and luckily they were in the company of two cute guys, Lisa saw you too and sent you a little wave. You smiled at this, knowing you could ease up a little and turned your attention towards the man beside you.

He was anxious about this, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because you were being really nice to him, all the opposite of what he imagined at first. “How come? Well no, I guess I get it, there are days when you don’t want to go out and ‘socialize’ right?” You were being really friendly but he still couldn’t get past your intense gaze.

“Yeah, today was one of those, but actually my friends over there — pointed to where Lisa and Zoe were, fancy seeing that now Jungkook had joined them — made me come, so here I am.”

“Oh my god, are those your friends?!” Both of you took a quick glance at the scene your friends were making and you slowly returned to give him a shocked look.

He had sensed the same thing sooner than you and confirmed “I am literally powerless to stop them.” “Happy to know we are both useless.” You giggled with him and made eye contact for a few seconds longer.

His company felt heavenly. No longer remembering that you wanted to drink alone. He was being really nice and you were feeling very attracted to him just by hearing his voice, even with all this noise. The conversation was easy with him. You honestly couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

“You want to go out for some air?” He offered and you accepted. Quickly grabbing your three purses, you got up and made your way to the terrace.

He started walking behind and that’s when you took in the fact that he was slightly taller than you. This man hasn’t even done much and you were already feeling weak.

He didn’t want to hold your hand or your lower back on your way out. But he was dying to do so. I shouldn’t push it so soon, I don’t even know her name yet.

“So tell me, why did your friends had to drag you here?” You leaned against a railing and turned to face him again.

You made yourself take your eyes away from him right away, you literally couldn’t stop appreciating his features. How his little hair strands adorned his face, the way his earrings gave him an attitude that didn’t match with his endearing aura, his velvety pink lips begging you to lock eyes with them.

He’s not pretty, not handsome but a third grand thing that had you scared to fall in love at the end of the night. In all seriousness he IS pretty AND handsome AND hot.

Thankfully he was too busy figuring out what to say to you that he didn’t noticed the way you were staring so hard at him.

“Care to tell me your name first?” He wondered. He was dying to put a name to the attractive person in front of him.

You told him and asked him the same question. “nice to meet you y/n, i’m Yoongi.” He offered you his hand and when you took it, it felt like electric charges flowed from your hands to your whole body. You took your time shaking hands, both of you maintaining eye contact for what felt like the longest time.

The night went on and your conversation went through a lot of subjects. From the reason he doesn’t like going out that much and the reason he didn’t get to meet the extra outgoing version of you tonight; to the immense love you both have for your friends, your pets, what you do for a living and lastly, how you both really like to drink.

Yoongi’s quiet confidence and the way he listened to you with such attentiveness made you feel incredibly comfortable. You couldn't help but be charmed by his dry wit and his ability to make you laugh.

“I’m having a hard time believing you drink that much.” A teasing tone in his voice, his expression also reflecting it.

The smirk you gave him was sinful. “What can I say? I’ve developed some tolerance through my years.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that” a smirk on his face, perfectly mirroring yours. “Let’s go inside, I think it’s time for a drink.”

You smiled and followed him, once inside he opened a path in the crowd, it’s the first time you noticed how commanding his presence could be, just so the two of you could pass through and reach the bar counter. He held your hands really tight almost afraid you could escape from him. You noticed his hands were rough.

Once you got out the crowd, he came close to talk in your ear and said he needed to check something. You got surprised to the sound of his voice, to hear it that close for the first time. It was actually way sweeter and deeper than what you made it out to be. Maybe it was the intimacy of having him this close. If he wanted to stir something within you, he succeeded.

“You know what? I’m really… thirsty” you said.

You noticed that his hand was still holding yours when he shifted his hand position to tangle his fingers with yours and walk by your side towards the bar.

He looked very pleased to see you drinking from your glass like you had been in the desert for days. A trickle of alcohol escaped from your lips as you drank, you felt it running down your throat finding its fate on your chest. And as the alcohol trickled down your throat, Yoongi's gaze intensified, his eyes fixed on the path the liquid took. A subtle smirk played on his lips, indicating the desire building within him. The electric tension between you both seemed palpable as if the air crackled with anticipation.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his voice husky and laced with a newfound boldness. "Thirsty, huh? I can't blame you," he murmured, his breath teasingly brushing against your ear. The words sent a shiver down your spine, and a flush of warmth spread through your body.

Yoongi couldn't help but find it incredibly attractive. The way you didn't hold back, indulging in your drink with such pleasure and abandon. He had always been drawn to people who embraced their desires, and you were no exception.

The chemistry between you was undeniable, and Yoongi couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him.

The alcohol kept flowing, inhibitions started to fade away and the sexual tension between you became more palpable. There were moments when your eyes would lock, sparks igniting in the air and creating an electric charge that neither of you could resist. The way he bit his lip, the way you ran your fingers through your hair, it was all driving each other crazy with desire.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop teasing you anytime soon.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered, "I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you." His voice was husky, sending shivers down your spine as you glanced up at him, the desire evident in your eyes. You didn't even trust yourself to respond with words.

Feeling emboldened by his proximity and the shared chemistry, you leaned in, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, what do you suggest we do about it?" The challenge was clear in your voice, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Yoongi's eyes as he gently released your hand, reaching over to rest his fingers lightly on your waist. The touch sent a surge of electricity through you, and you could feel the heat radiating between you. "Let's just make sure that I won’t lose my chance," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Together, you made your way to the bar once more, but the intention behind the act was far from simply ordering another drink. The drinks became mere props in this intoxicating game of seduction, as you both relished in the thrill of the escalating connection.

As the bartender prepared your drinks, Yoongi's gaze never wavered from you. The air hummed with anticipation, and the noise of the club faded into the background. It was as if the two of you existed in your own world, one charged with desire and the promise of an unforgettable night.

The bartender handed you the glasses, their coolness a stark contrast to the heat building between you. You raised your glass to your lips, but before you could take a sip, Yoongi's hand gently wrapped around your wrist, his touch sending an electric jolt through your veins.

"Wait," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "I have a better idea." With a subtle nod, he guided you away from the bar and led you to a secluded corner of the club, where the pulsating music became a distant hum.

A flicker of anticipation danced in your eyes as you wondered what he had in mind. Without a word, Yoongi stepped closer, his body mere inches away from yours. The proximity between you was intoxicating, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Slowly, Yoongi raised his hand to your cheek, his touch feather-light yet full of intent. His thumb gently brushed across your lower lip, igniting a fire within you. The intensity of his gaze deepened, and you could sense his desire mirrored in your own eyes.

In that moment, the world around you ceased to exist as you became lost in the magnetic pull between you. The anticipation reached its peak, and the only sound that remained was the rapid beat of your hearts, synchronized in a rhythm that spoke of an undeniable connection.

Without hesitation, Yoongi closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. It was a meeting of fire and passion, a culmination of the desire that had been building since the moment you locked eyes. In that stolen moment, the club faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of unspoken promises.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. The taste of alcohol mixed with the sweetness of anticipation, heightening every sensation. In that stolen embrace, you knew that this encounter was not just a chance meeting.

And so, lost in each other's touch and the intoxicating allure of the night, you surrendered to the undeniable chemistry that brought you together.

Your lips met in a collision of desire and anticipation, a delicious melding of heat and longing. Yoongi's kiss was electrifying, his lips firm yet tender against yours. There was a hunger in the way he moved his mouth, a hunger that matched your own.

His hand gently cradled the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. His touch was a delicate balance of passion and restraint, as if he wanted to savor every second.

You responded eagerly, your own hands finding their way to Yoongi's shoulders, feeling the strong contours beneath his shirt. Your fingers traced the fabric, reveling in the sensation of his body pressed against yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away as the kiss continued, the pulsating music and chatter of the club becoming a distant echo. All that mattered in that moment was the intoxicating connection between you, the unspoken language of desire expressed through the meeting of lips.

The taste of him was exquisite, a blend of warmth and subtle sweetness. Your mouths moved together in a rhythm that was both fervent and tender, exploring the depths of the connection that had ignited between you. Each brush and caress of your tongues only deepened the desire, igniting a fire that seemed to consume both of you.

As the kiss lingered, Yoongi's lips would occasionally trail along your jawline and down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. Each touch set your skin ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Time seemed to stand still as the intensity of the moment grew, your bodies pressed close together, caught in that surge of passion. Every breath, every sigh, was shared between you, a testament to the intoxicating connection.

Eventually, the need for air became undeniable, and the kiss broke with a gentle reluctance. Both of you were left breathless, gazes locked and hearts racing, the world around you slowly coming back into focus. The chemistry between you remained palpable, the air charged with a newfound intimacy that promised more to come.

In that stolen kiss, something changed, setting the stage for a night filled with passion.

As you both caught your breath, the lingering heat of the kiss still tingling on your lips, Yoongi's eyes locked with yours. A soft smile played on his lips, revealing a mix of desire and genuine interest. The connection between you was undeniable, and he didn't want to let it slip away.

You realized that you had lost track of time. You looked around and saw that the club was starting to empty out. Your friends and Yoongi's friends eventually found the two of you, their laughter filling the air as they marveled at the unexpected connection that was happening before their eyes.

Introductions were made, and the air was filled with a mix of excitement. Yoongi seamlessly interacted with both groups, effortlessly blending into the conversation while never straying too far from your side. His hand found yours, offering a sense of comfort and intimacy amidst the group.

As everyone shared stories and laughter, the drinks continued to flow, each round fostering a feeling of newness.

The night had brought you all together.

Yoongi leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I have to admit, I wasn't looking forward to coming out tonight. But now I'm really glad I did."

As closing time approached, Yoongi turned to you, his voice carrying a mix of concern and genuine care. "Y/N, it's getting late. Let me drive you home, make sure you get there safe."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with him, and you eagerly accepted his offer.

Together, you bid farewell to your friends and his, the excitement of the night lingering in the air. Yoongi's hand found its way to the small of your back as he guided you towards the exit, his touch grounding and reassuring.

The night air was cool as you stepped outside, finding yourselves in the quiet embrace of the street. Yoongi's car awaited nearby, a symbol of the transition from the pulsating energy of the club to a more intimate space shared between just the two of you.

As you waited for the valet to retrieve Yoongi's car, a sense of both anticipation and longing hung in the air. The connection between you had grown throughout the night, igniting a fire that couldn't be easily extinguished. Yoongi stood closely behind you, his left hand enveloping your waist, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

You could feel his breath hot against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, laced with desire and vulnerability, whispered into your ear, its warmth mingling with the cool night air. "Y/N, would it be too forward of me to invite you to my place? I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

His words sent a surge of desire coursing through your veins, stirring a yearning within you that matched his own. The raw honesty in his voice spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his attraction between you. You found yourself captivated by his audacity, his willingness to lay his desires bare.

As you turned to meet Yoongi's gaze, the intensity in his eyes mirrored your own. The vulnerability and desire mingled within them, baring his soul before you. It was as if he had thrown caution to the wind, offering you an unfiltered glimpse into his most authentic self.

The valet's footsteps echoed in the distance, a reminder of the impending end to this chapter of the night. Time seemed to slow, the world fading into the background as you contemplated his offer. The moment felt stuffed, as if the universe held its breath in anticipation of your response.

You felt Yoongi's hand securely wrapped around your waist, his breath teasing your ear, and his bold question hung in the air, leaving your heart racing. There was a magnetic pull between you, a connection that demanded to be explored further. At that moment, you decided to follow his path, allowing yourself to be swept away by the intoxicating energy of the man you met tonight.

A thrill coursed through your veins as you turned to face Yoongi, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in your eyes. A smile played on your lips, mirroring the desire that burned within you. "Yoongi," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of confidence and longing. "You can’t imagine how much I’d love that."

As the words left your lips, a spark ignited in Yoongi's eyes, a fire that mirrored your own. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as the promise of the night took hold. With a silent understanding, he tightened his grip around your waist, his touch conveying a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness.

Together, you made your way to his car, the anticipation building with each step. The drive to his place was filled with a comfortable silence that enveloped you, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine, and unspoken desire. The journey was filled with stolen glances, small touches, and a growing sense of what lay ahead of both of you.

As you entered his home, a mixture of nerves and excitement danced within you. The atmosphere was filled with a potent blend of familiarity and newness, as if you were stepping into a realm where time held no sway. The soft lighting cast a warm glow across the room, creating an ambiance that invited intimacy.

In that private sanctuary, you allowed yourselves to get lost in each other, exploring the depths of your desires and unraveling the layers that had drawn you together. The night became a symphony of whispered words, stolen kisses, and passionate embraces. The room was consumed with the sound of soft moans and the sensation of wandering hands exploring each other's bodies.

Yoongi's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With each caress, each shared moment of intimacy, you discovered new dimensions of pleasure and connection that fueled your desires.

As the dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, you lay entwined, the gentle rise and fall of your breaths synchronizing. You woke up with a smile on your face, replaying the events of the previous night in your head. You couldn't explain how easily you had connected with Yoongi.

Yoongi woke up shortly after and he couldn’t believe it either. Still in bed with the only person that had made him pour out his raw feelings.

It was too much to be the first thing to think about in the morning.

No longer able to contain his longing, leaned in closer as he whispered, "Would you mind giving me your number?” His request lingered in the air, waiting for your response.

A playful spark lit up your eyes as you teasingly replied, "Why not? I think I could manage to see you again." You asked him for a pen and a Post-it, —giving it some kind of old-school feeling—, you jotted down your number next to a doodle of a winky face before handing it to him. The exchange felt like a secret pact, a promise of more adventures yet to come.

“You know, to continue where we left off." A spark of enthusiasm in your eyes.

A smile tugged at your lips as you locked eyes with him. "I'm looking forward to it," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of eagerness and intrigue.

[frostise]

8 & 12!!

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ┇   accepting ♡

8. Does your muse usually take the lead in relationships?

she definitely does wear the pants in the relationship when it comes to a woman. louise gives them the best queen treatment they've ever experienced in their entire life! usually ranging to spa treatments, sharing clothes, taking them out to five star hotels/restaurant, hosting surprise parties and taking care of their emotional needs...but with a man? she's a totally different person since she does expect them to worship the ground she walks on lmfao! if they prove themselves worthy of her time and attention then i can definitely see the ice queen melting at their devotion and displaying heavy amounts of affection for them as well! so it's very likely louise will spoil her partner rotten and become dominant in a relationship although she doesn't really mind if they take the lead as well. but she's going to be cheeky with it! that's just how she is ^^

12. What is your muse’s love language?

act of service and words of affirmation always come in first place because she's a firm believer of showing one's actions rather than words is how you determine what a potential partner feels about you. plus, she can easily read someone and would appreciate how honest they are. if you show trust and understanding after a typical lovers spat? then i think louise will come out of her shell more often and show off her vulnerabilities too, which she rarely ever does because of her overbearing pride and ego.

coming in close second is quality time and physical touch. louise works her ass off 24/7 but is willing to spend most of her spare time with her beloved whenever she gets out of work. it's no surprise louise has severe abandonment issues she's trying to work through so the paranoia lurking in her thoughts doesn't get the best of her if they're not available for a date. it's an obvious requirement for a relationship to be long-lasting and most importantly healthy in terms of communication! louise is confirmed to be touch starved around her partner and will be restraining herself most of the time to save herself the embarrassment because she knows some people absolutely hate being touched actively unless they're receptive to her affections. she has been pretty needy in the past and deeply suppresses that vulnerable side as much as she can.

benefits of dating louise lincoln explains everything about her love language but!! i will extend it based on what i saw in the media. frost is the type of lover to be extremely protective. not to the point where she ends up possessive but i can definitely see her being overprotective if her partner is in danger or wounded in battle. it roots back to her past trauma when she couldn't get to crystal enough and that resulted in her death with firestorm. she will do absolutely anything to keep her significant other safe. killing whatever poses them as a threat will always be number one option or if that's somehow not an option on the table? then she'll resort to injuring them and crashing their sanity before fussing over her lover about their physical state.

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

So in the ask Tumblr ate I said

So I too have problems with the Apollo trilogy. So I will list them. But I don't wanna be too negative so I will list positives of the other games.

Apollo Justice sees Phoenix get character assassinated and how come NO ONE DECIDED TO HELP HIM GET HIS BADGE BACK!? Also the magic panties jokes just make me uncomfortable, especially since Trucy is a minor

Dual Destinies had one case that is discount Big Top (I hate game Big Top as much as the next guy, but I was introduced to Ace Attorney via the Anime where it was amazing) and Turnabout Academy, where we find out that parents of a student have been bribing the teachers to give the student good grades without the student knowing. Um...THAT ALREADY HAPPENED!? WHY IS THAT NOT ACKNOWLEDGED!?

Spirit of Justice has amazing concepts executed poorly. That's also why it's my favorite of the Apollo Trilogy. I love media with missed potential. I like rewriting

Now for postives

The first Ace Attorney everything felt grounded and nessasary. No case felt like filler.

JFA has Farewell my Turnabout. Excellent case and I love fictional kidnapping plots. It was so emotional

TandT. Mia's first case, adorable Phoenix, the first non-murder case (though it turns to murder), my favorite defendant (Ronnie!), Iris x Phoenix, more Fey clan drama, Godot, Miego, AN EXCORISM IN THE COURT!???? I LOVE THAT GAME!!!!

Investigations! Flashback case! Mini ziska protecting Miles from her father by diverting his ire. Miles getting attacked by Kay. Franziska wanting a Swiss roll but not admitting it! SIBLING INTERACTIONS!

Investigations 2! The only appearance of my favorite Ace Attorney character, Yumihiko Ichiyanagi, known as Sebastian Debeste in the fan translation. Great character development for most characters, long cases, playable Gregory Edgeworth! Also I like to believe after the events of the game Hakari Mikagami remains Yumihiko's mother figure and Edgey becomes his father figure. But this game you constantly felt in danger, and you faced dangerous people. And there was a kidnapping plot! Logic chess is amazing and KAY AND EDGEWORTH ARE PRECIOUS! If not father and daughter than brother and sister

Bonus!

In Project X Zone 2, Phoenix just wants to go home. He can't because a Bounty Hunter will kill him. He is one of like, three sane characters, the other being Reiji Arisu (original to the X series) and Chrom (Fire Emblem)

Maya is HERE for the action! She says M. Bison has a butt chin TO HIS FACE! She is having waaaay to much fun!

Apparently during the trial, Phoenix had to tell Majima not to punch the judge

Lastly, I leave you with this offical art by Fire Emblem: Awakening's lead artist

2/2 Oh I forgot to add. I played the fan translation of The Great Ace Attorney and loved it. Best depiction of Sherlock Holmes

Responding under the cut so this doesn't get insanely long!!

My issues with AJ tend to be more from the standpoint that I find the cases to be slightly poorly constructed and uninteresting personally and less that I dislike the characters/characterisation of preexisting characters. I get where the character assassination viewpoint comes from, but I don't really agree/mind it very much. Phoenix has shown many instances where he will close himself off from his friends and simply refuse to talk because it hurts him too much to do so (not telling Maya what's up in JfA springs to mind immediately, but there's also the whole Dahlia/Iris debacle that happened which he just never brings up), so I think AJ Phoenix is just that pushed to the extreme. He's also got that tendency to mimic people he's around a lot, and we know he was hanging out with Kristoph very often during that time, so I think he picked up much of his slippery, oblique nature from him as well. Plus, he's been shown to go through extreme personality shifts; it's not that strange to me to think he'd have one when his life was falling apart around him. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not huge into AJ Phoenix, but while I may not like him very much, I do understand where it comes from. He wasn't even meant to be in the game at first so like. Eh. I'm mostly just glad he's still around.

As for the no one helping him get his badge back thing, I think they were trying to help. But the whole Dark Age of the Law thing doesn't happen in isolation; a failing legal system affects an entire society, so while I think his friends were trying to assist him as best they could, and as much as they would let him (because Phoenix isn't the type to readily accept help either. It has to do with that whole being closed off thing he does, and you can't really help someone who won't let you/doesn't want to be helped. At the end of the day, Phoenix is an adult and allowed to live his life as best as he sees fit), they probably had their own issues to figure out. As the future Chief Prosecutor, Edgeworth definitely would have been caught up in the entire mess that was the Dark Age and likely would have had too many more pressing cases to handle to really dedicate his time to Phoenix's plight. Phoenix probably decided it'd be faster and better for everyone if he took care of it in his own way. It's heavily implied that Edgeworth did help with the whole Mason system that comes in at the end of AJ, so I think they were probably working on it together in the background of the games anyway. I don't have much to say about the magic panties gag, that shit is weird, you're right HAHAH I don't think anyone who's played the game has found it funny so like ??? Don't know why it's there, don't like it, next.

I actually don't mind Big Top tbh; I think it has many interesting themes about secrecy, grief and responsibility. It's just a little long and has some WEIRD decisions made character-wise. The only thing I remember about DD's version is Trucy weeping, and Phoenix failing to fly back to be with her though she's been arrested (this is the bigger character assassination imo. Wtf, Phoenix. Even if you'd be late for the trial, you could still fly home). Shockingly enough, I liked Academy (in comparison to the rest of DD anyway). It's the single case which I actually found a semblance of enjoyment from in DD; it was funny and largely inoffensive, if not much else. Yeah, I'm pretty sure they were fine reusing Sebastian's backstory because it didn't play /that/ huge of a role in AAI2 and because AAI2 was never officially localised and therefore would be less popular/well known. I'm not particularly surprised; they've done worse than reuse a plotline.

SoJ is a complete mess in my opinion, but I'm glad you liked it <3

Mmhm, yeah, full agree on the original trilogy. It's great. Same with Investigations 1; I adored every single character introduced in that game. I thought it was super fun. I largely dislike the adjustment made in Kay and Edgeworth's relationship in AAI2, but I've spoken about that at length, so I won't go into it here. I found AAI2 slightly draggy and chaotic at times, but I get why people love it, and I really liked Sebastian and Justine. It was a lot more high stakes than usual, and I love that we got to see more of the prison system and the like, that was cool. It's a good one. I like it.

... Phoenix is being hunted by a bounty hunter?? Poor man can't catch a break. CHROM??? FEA CHROM????? Omg, it's him. Omg. I love you, Chrom. AND LUCINA!!!!! LUCINA, MY DAUGHTER!!!!!! That's soooo cute haha. This game seems like loads of fun. I like it so much.

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can i pleaseee ask about anicria's cat? you state it looks dangerously close to a displacer beast - is the cat supernatural or is it just a normal cat that's giant? how did anicria get the cat? how old is the cat? all the cat lore, please!!!

You know how the Ilmater cloister is right next to the Circus of the Last Days in Baldur's Gate? When Anicria was just starting her apprenticeship and journey as a cleric of Ilmater, the circus had a grand reopening. Anicria, as devoted to her religion as she was then, she was also a very young child with infinite love for animals.

The circus just happened to have in its possesion a litter of kittens enchanted to look like cat-displacer beast hybrids (extremely furry but still panther-like) since they couldn't afford the displacer beast maintenance (plus those are quite a handful to manage).

One evening, Anicria snuck out to check out the circus through the cloister's gates when a small furry creature scurried towards her (there was a lot of pspspsps involved if we're being honest). One of the kittens escaped its cage and got confused, scared and lost because of the crowds visiting the circus that night. Anicria instantly decided to keep the strange kitten (to everyone's horror as something strange happened to the enchantment and the cat started rapidly growing in size, surpassing an average dog in size but not fully growing to be displacer beast-sized).

No one actually knows what that cat is or isn't. Anicria thinks it's just a regular massive cat (in mother's eyes their children are always normal and beautiful no matter what). A curious wizard once took a look at the strange cat and deduced that it is in fact enchanted, but whether it's a displacer beast turned into a cat or a cat turned displacer was too difficult to determine.

So, no one really knows. I do, though. It was a displacer beast cub enchanted to look like a kitten but due to the spell failing/becoming corrupted the beast cub started to morph into a half-cat creature which gave it a maine coon look (big, fluffy, 4 legs) but retained its displacer features (massive in size, dark fur). Anicria still has no clue her "cat" can blink from one place to the next and still has no idea how many objects in her possession get.... displaced (like her bed teleporting to the rooftop when she told her cat to sleep on the ground one time). And it's all the rascal's doing. And she's too oblivious to notice anything wrong with her wittle baby, so... :)

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Fell From the Sky (Part 5--Final)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.

Cha Hun x Reader

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Part 1

Sunlight could barely filter through the windows through the dust on them. You hadn’t been gone that long, you thought, but you realized it had been years. In contrast to the dirty windows, however, the main room itself looked like it had been only yesterday that you left. The table was clean and orderly, the floor was smooth and shiny, your bed was rolled and tucked away neatly under a table as if it had been used just last night.

“We took turns making sure that if you ever came back, you could come home comfortably,” Hun said, looking around. “I think Hweseung must have done it last.”

“Ah, no wonder it looks so nice,” you remarked, “and no wonder the window high up is dirty.”

“That’s a low blow,” Hun laughed, but not disagreeing with you.

As you stepped into the courtyard, it was nice, too. There were even some plants growing--on purpose. 

You looked back at Hun standing in your doorway, and you realized the clothes he was wearing back on the ground had changed into traditional clothes. Looking down, you found that yours ha, too, but back into the bloodstained robes with slashes through them.

“I’m extremely tempted not to change,” you remarked with a malicious grin, “but I already feel a little indecent, even around you.”

“Just keep the outer layer, then,” he suggested. His tone was as nonchalant as if he were simply suggesting an outfit to wear on a regular outing. “Your clothes are all still kept clean in your wardrobe. There should be extra layers in there.”

You next left to find the boys. It was early enough that they wouldn’t need to be tending to their duties yet, so you found them all at their house getting ready for the day. Needless to say, they canceled all their plans. You were finally back, and they nearly all crushed you in their embrace.

Jaehyun might have cried. Seunghyub felt a weight come off his chest that he didn’t realize had been there. Even though Dongsung didn’t know you terribly well, he still knew how fond everyone was of the memories they shared with you, so it was a little like meeting a hero of legend for him. You loved him already, and even more when you noticed him teasing the older boys. 

Hweseung was thankfully excellent with a makeup brush and decorated you to look as dangerous as you felt. They all agreed that the bloodstained clothes was a necessary power move.

“It looks super scary, plus it reminds them of what they did to you,” Hweseung said.

“It has the feeling of ‘you did it to me once and I came back, so don’t think you can do it again,’” Dongsung agreed as he braided your hair. “Should I put it up?” he asked.

You exchanged a surprised look with Hun, who was holding your hand and sitting next to you. What an interesting thought--if you left your hair down, it would serve as a marker that you were still single, but if you put it up, then it would imply that you and Hun had already married. Neither of those were necessarily true, and you didn’t want the elders to feel like they had any power over your relationship, so you didn’t really want to leave your hair down.

“Put it up,” you decided, “and let’s find ourselves a ribbon we can hang over the pin.”

Hun looked at you with wide eys. “You want to meet them looking like a bride?”

“Whether I’m a bride today or not, those are my intentions--and yours, too, right?”

He nodded eagerly, but still caught off-guard.

“Plus, no one has more power in a room than a bride these days.”

The boys took care of dressing Hun up for the occasion, too. Not like a groom, necessarily, since you didn’t have all the proper clothing, but close enough to be reminiscent of one.

Before you left for the gates of the court, the boys wanted to know about the time you had spent hidden as a mortal being.

“You didn’t cheat on us with another friend group, did you?” Jaehyun asked accusingly.

He earned a slap on the arm from Seunghyub. “She’s allowed to have other friends. It would be too lonely if she didn’t.”

“I just had coworkers, mostly,” you admitted, “so no, I didn’t cheat on you.”

Jaehyun expressed a vindicated fist pump, but then he realized that you were lonely all that time, and he felt bad.

Dongsung asked you cautiously about his friends, and you were happy to tell him that they were doing well, even though they still worried about him.

“They made me promise that no harm would come to you,” Hun relayed.

“Ah, they worry too much,” Dongsung said with a grin. “I know I’m safe with you and the rest of the hyungs.” He smiled at you. “And noona, too. Plus, I won’t let anything happen to you, either.”

That comforted you. He was the youngest and most inexperienced member of the group, but that certainly did not mean he was powerless. “I’m glad to have you on my side,” you agreed.

And, of course, they were curious about Kwangjin, or more like his wife. They were very curious about her. They missed Kwangjin but they knew he would do well wherever he went, so you and Hun told them everything you knew, and they filled you in on everything that had changed while you were gone, which was a lot. Some things had happened even in the day or so that Hun was missing.

It seemed things changed much faster these days than in the last few centuries. There was a shift coming, and you had a feeling the elder deities both knew and were not wont to accepting it.

That was made infinitely clear when you opened the gates to the court yourself and you could feel their fear when they recognized you. Before you interrupted them, they had been a mess all over the courtyard, but as you entered their space, they scrambled to their proper places. In appearances, they were clearly at a disadvantage, and you had caught them by surprise.

With Hun at your side, you remembered how the roles had been reversed the last time you were here. They had been ready for you that time, ready to strike you down, and they had opened the gates before you were ready. Now, you felt no hint of fear.

Although you knew Hun was nervous, you understood why. Just yesterday, he had broken so many rules just to talk to you, and you hadn’t even known who he was. He was so scared to lose you again, for the third time. However, you knew exactly how well you were prepared to have your way this time.

Seunghyub had nearly stopped all of you before you had left their house. “This is too sudden,” he worried. “Don’t you think you should have a plan ready?”

He had made you stop and think for a moment. “The longer I’m here, the more likely it is they know I’m here and coming for them. I’d like to give them as little time to prepare as possible,” you decided.

“But that gives you as little time to prepare as possible, too.”

It was hard for him to understand your confidence. You had to remember that you were masking your power on purpose. He didn’t know what had been hidden inside you--neither did anyone except Hun. So you let them feel it, one by one. You took their hands and allowed them to understand that you were ready for whatever came your way.

The four boys were your confident backup as you confronted the elders, but under no circumstances would you allow any harm to befall them. You had the power to protect them the way they had wanted to protect you, and you would use it if you had to.

Many of the elders were trying to hide their uncertainty, but not even the most powerful of the gods was totally able to keep a cool demeanor. That was going to work to your advantage.

You led off with a question. “Why do you think I’m here?”

From their seat at the head of the courtyard, the eldest god attempted a sneer. “As a show of the utmost impertinence.”

“Exactly,” you said with a disparaging smirk. “I see no reason why I should have any respect for you.”

Their expression faltered. It showed anger, but more importantly it showed the same fear that the rest of the elders were failing to hide. The eldest god knew. They knew exactly the power that had been suppressed within you, and they were scared.

Excellent.

“Apologize,” they demanded.

Your gaze darkened and you approached the front of the court slowly, flanked on your right by Hun. The eldest god’s gaze flickered over to him, and to your interest, they seemed to be scared of him, too. With an exchanged glance, Hun acknowledged that he had seen that just as well as you had. This was going to be fun.

“If I remember correctly, and of course with the record of the court, I’m fairly certain it was you who wronged me,” you countered, still approaching the eldest deity.

“I was putting you back in your place,” they snapped. “That’s no more wronging you than a parent disciplining their child.”

“A parent disciplining their child is trying to raise their child to be better,” Hun countered with a quiet but firm voice, “not beat the child into submission.”

“Or kill the child,” you added coldly. 

You were at the base of the steps to the eldest god’s seat. They still hadn’t taken any measures to prepare to flee, but they looked apprehensive. You realized they might genuinely be prepared to die on this hill, and that the possiblility of their death scared them. However, if  you killed them, that would make you the villain rather than the victim, and that would be their final revenge. They were more scared of losing their image than of losing their life, so you needed them to admit their fault on their own.

You wished you could take a step aside and make sure that you and Hun were on the same page, however you trusted him and you knew he trusted you. If he hadn’t figured it out on his own, he would be willing to follow you until he did.

“She’s stronger than you,” Hun threatened simply.

From watching the eldest god’s face, you could tell they thought they could get you to play into their hands. “You can’t prove that,” they goaded.

“She’s smarter than you, too,” Hun added.

Their expression soured. “You can’t prove that,” they repeated.

“She doesn’t have to.”

Hun’s cold tone and both of your immovable stubbornness made the eldest deity visibly unsettled. The other deities of the court watched the scene ahead of them intently, and the gates were still open, allowing any passerby to view inside.

You lowered your chin but maintained your glare. “We both know your reign is coming to an end,” you said.

You had hit the nail on the head. The eldest sprang up from their seat, their rage suddenly on full display. “The only one who gets to decide that is me!” they roared.

“The only thing you get to decide is how you go out!” you countered at near equal volume, however, your voice was steady.

“The only one going out--”

“You can either retire with grace,” you interrupted, quieting them, “or we will end your reign ourselves.” Of course you had no intention of killing them, and you didn’t want to attack if you didn’t have to, but you had said it with such conviction that not even Hun was quite sure if you were bluffing.

“You can’t kill me,” the eldest said shakily, more like they were pleading than trying to state a fact. “You would be banished, your power stripped and your reputation ruined forever.”

You and Hun shared a look with each other, a promise that no matter what happened next, you would find each other again.

“There are fates worse than death.” Hun’s voice was as calm and steady as ever, but the eldest god’s expression became like that of a cornered animal as they realized: you of all the divine beings would know.

“So,” you began, “you can apoligize and retire with grace, or I will make a spectacle of you.” You took a moment to listen to your surroundings. The other deities had mostly gone silent, but there were still some nervous whisperings. The passerby crowd, however, was gathering, and their whisperings were excited. “Like you did to me.” You gestured to the crowd you could hear behind you. “It’s your choice.”

The eldest searched the court for support and studied the crowd of divine beings watching, and they decided to come down from their throne, descend the steps, and bow down on the ground at your feet. “I’ve done wrong.”

“Louder,” you demanded.

“I’ve done wrong!” they announced. “And I will take responsibility by stepping down as the leader of the heavens.”

--

You weren’t married that day; there was far too much else that needed to happen, but it was a promise to happen in the near future.

A few of the gods from the court had also apologized and told you that you were correct about many things. The eldest’s reign was coming to an end, and had actually been postponed for quite some time. You were powerful enough indeed to become their successor, if that was your desire, and in fact, that was why the gods of the courts had tried to hide your power from you. Courtship in the heavens was once extremely commonplace, and they were actually quite glad to see it return. So, they offered to educate you in the ways fo the courts in exchange for forgiveness of their misdeeds. It was a busy time indeed, but it was quite exciting to see the gloom of the heavens dissipate.

You and Hun and your friends had always been an energetic bunch in comparison to some other groups of divine beings, but tonight was especially rowdy as you gathered on earth to meet with Kwangjin, his wife, and Dongsung’s friends. Kwangjin had closed his restaurant so you would be able to be as rowdy and ridiculous in private as you normally would be, but he had ordered in the food because he didn’t feel like working or making his employees work on something they were just going to eat themselves.

After being on your toes the past few weeks, learning your new role and fitting back into your old roles, it was nice to be able to relax among people you had no need to appeal to. 

Jaehyun raised his glass first. “To the new queen of the gods!” Everyone else joined in, and you raised your glass, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“And the husband of the queen of the gods?” Kwangjin added.

“Does that make you the king of the gods?” his wife asked.

Hun waved his hands in front of his face as he grinned, a sight that was becoming less and less rare. “I’m perfectly content as the husband of the queen,” he said.

“We like him that way, too,” Hweseung added. “He would have to leave us if he joined the court.”

“Who’s to say I won’t drag you all into the court after I get rid of the last of the traitors?” you countered.

Hweseung narrowed his eyes. “Is that a threat?”

Jaehyun shook his head. “Too much talking, not enough eating,” he complained through a mouth full of food himself.

Hun put some meat in your bowl. “Not enough eating,” he agreed.

As the feast wrapped up, you all found yourselves reminiscing. The rest of the boys got to hear firsthand the story of how Kwangjin and his wife met. Cheolmin, Hwan, and Seungseok got to tell about their new lives as humans, and the things that remained with them from their lives in the heavens. Your boys told Kwangjin’s wife stories about him that might have made her question her relationship just a bit, and you eventually landed on a story that struck a particular chord with you.

“It wasn’t my first kiss,” Kwangjin said disdainfully before he remembered he shouldn’t be bragging about past endeavors in front of his wife.

“It wasn’t mine, either,” Hun added unconvincingly.

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “There’s only one other person who can confirm that.” He swiveled to you dramatically. “When was Hun’s first kiss?”

Your lips widened in a mischievous smirk. Everyone watched you intently. “You know,” you began tantalizingly. You glanced at Hun, and it looked like his mind was racing, trying to remember himself. “It’s funny.” You sat back in your chair, lacing your arm with Hun’s. “You told me this story when you snuck down here to meet me illegally.”

Those who were waiting for a real answer deflated while Hun flushed pink.

“I thought you hated this story,” Seunghyub said.

“I do!” Hun said defensively. “But I guess…I have to admit…it’s kind of funny.”

Everyone but Jaehyun foared with laughter at Hun’s admission. “Deflecting!” he accused. “Was your first kiss Kwangjin or not?!”

“Not!” Hun exclaimed. “I know I must have kissed her at least once before you tried to steal my innocence.”

“But you don’t remember when it was,” you said, feigning offense.

“Why would the first one matter if I can do it anytime I want now?”

Dongsung shook his head. “I get what you were going for, but that was a bad answer.”

You smiled. “I only remember because I was thinking about it the other day,” you said with a shrug. “Courtship was still in the beginning stages of dying out when we began training to become divine beings, but it became taboo not long after.”

Hun gasped. “You’re right--it was that long ago, wasn’t it?”

You nodded. “We were like teenagers then, doing things for the thrill of it before we decided to focus on our training.”

“Oh!” Seunghyub said with a snap of his fingers. “I think I do remember that day, actually. Was that the day--”

“Yes,” Hun cut him off.

“The day--”

“That’s the one.”

“--you walked--”

“Stop it.”

Hweseung looked delighted. “Have we found a story that Hun hates more than kissing Kwangjin?”

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s inconsequential,” Hun said.

“No, I want to hear this,” you requested. “I didn't know he did something embarrassing that day. Was it before or after I kissed you?”

“It had to have been after,” Seunghyub said. “That must have been the only thing on his mind because he--”

“Didn’t I do enough for you back then to keep you quiet about this?” Hun said incredulously.

“Just tell me,” you said. “Whisper it in my ear or something--it’s not good to keep secrets from your wife.”

You knew he had a soft spot for that word, and you were definitely counting on it--and it worked. Although he didn’t look too happy about it, he hid his mouth so no one else could tell what he was saying. Jaehyun was the most vocally disappointed by this, but Hweseung was a close second.

You couldn’t help but smile at the image of hun being so young and lovestruck as to walk into a doorframe with a basket of ripe persimmons, with enough force to break the basket and cover himself in sticky squashed fruit.

“Don’t worry,” you assured him teasingly. “I won’t tell any of the secretaries.”

Is it weird that now that I'm finished with this series I kinda want to take it down lol. Or rewrite it but I do not have that kind of time to commit to it. I can't believe it literally took me more than 3 years to write this but it truly has been an absolutely wild 3 years. I would not have written or ended it the same way if I had written it any faster

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running2redemption

I meant the jungle (I play with modded Minecraft and I tend to forget what the biomes are called, oops!) As for the type of taiga, how about the old growth taiga?

Oh I'm so glad you asked! This is gonna be long.

You're on the right track with old growth! There's actually two varieties of old growth taiga in the game: pine and spruce. Old pine is slightly warmer than old spruce and the regular taiga, but old spruce offers more cover than either of these.

The terrain of old growth taigas tends to be more rugged than regular taigas, what with the open patches of coarse dirt and podzol, not to mention the outcroppings of mossy cobblestone. These features pick up slack left by the less-than-stellar ground cover provided by ferns and large ferns; hiding long-term may be a fruitless venture, but a deft flier can easily use this terrain to their advantage when evading a predator in pursuit. And taigas are full of predators: wolves lope over the hills, and foxes stalk between the trees. For beetlesticks, a playful fox can be as dangerous as an aggravated wolf. And that's not even considering whether the dangerous canines are hungry. The rugged terrain of the old growth taigas often saves beetlesticks where the flatter terrain of a regular taiga wouldn't.

The question of resources is complicated. Grass grows in patches, in the old growth taigas, rather than carpeting the entire ground. This makes it easy to find sheep (for wool), chickens (for feathers and meat and eggs), rabbits (for meat and hides), and cows (for milk): they'll be where the grass is. But this also means that wolves and foxes will also gather where the grass is.

Despite this difficulty, the beetlefolk of old growth taigas found a solution, with the aid of vegetation unique to the taiga biomes. Clans will strategically plant sweet berry bushes around chunks with rabbit warrens, penning them into a grassy area and shepherding them like livestock, so they have a controllable supply of meat and fur pelts. They are the only beetlestick variant known to keep and raise animals for slaughter.

As you can probably guess, meat forms a heavier basis in their diets than it does for most other beetlestick variants. In fact, the diet of old growth taiga clans has only three mainstays: rabbit meat, sweet berries, and the red and brown mushrooms the grow plentifully in these biomes. Fortunately, they've figured out mushroom stew. (Whether an old growth taiga clan has figured out rabbit stew depends on whether their foragers have access to a taiga village.)

It's a harder life than many other variants of beetlefolk experience. Clan territories tend to be much larger in the old growth taigas, since resources are spread so thin. Not only this, but the nesting locations of old growth taiga clans tend to be much easier to find, especially in old spruce; camouflage often must be sacrificed for warmth. Old growth taiga clans are one of the few clans to play with fire, crafting charcoal torches and even campfires, lighting up the branches of their chosen trees to ward off the chill brought by night and altitude.

To compensate for this visibility, the clan's tenders cultivate sweet berry bushes into a thorny underbrush beneath these trees, harvesting them regularly so the fruit doesn't tempt intruders and making any unwelcome visitors on foot think twice about stepping too close. It's not as if most would be able to climb the trees, but the beetlesticks must come down eventually, and it's best to have a safe landing area.

This variant is also one of the few whose local azalea tree is often found in the same biome as their chosen nesting site.

But enough about old growth taigas. You asked about another biome, after all. Let us compare and contrast with beetlefolk of the jungle variant.

The main draw of jungles is that ground cover is extremely dense. The jungle bushes, plus all the ferns and large ferns, mean that beetlesticks would be able to move around largely unnoticed, even without flying. Then there's the regular trees and the supertall trees both generating, making this possibly the only biome with a multilayered canopy. Beetlesticks can often fly high without having to worry about being spotted! Add in the abundant vines, and this makes jungles the easiest place to hide and the easiest place to move about freely in the open without worry.

Sheep, cows, and chickens spawn here as well, and the abundant vegetation means that there are plenty of lethargic spiders to coax string out of in the daylight. Sugar cane grows on sandbanks, and sometimes turtle eggs can be pilfered. Cocoa pods can be harvested from the sides of trees for their beans, and it's not uncommon for beetlesticks to house themselves in emptied pods.

A well-placed nesting site will scarcely require travel to obtain resources, so an ideal nesting site for a jungle clan must meet specific qualifications. Despite being very well-hidden, these nests can still be easy to locate due to several key identifying elements. Nests are almost always in a melon patch, almost always under a large jungle tree, and almost always near a body of water. They're even easier to find if the tenders plant bamboo shoots around the nest, which they might do in an effort to barricade their home against intruders. The nests of jungle beetlesticks tend to be larger than the nests of other variants, but their territories tend to be much smaller in turn.

Since most resources are within easy reach of the nest, travel is usually only necessary when venturing to the local azalea, which will usually be found in a neighboring bamboo jungle. Despite visiting this biome to host the azalea and to collect bamboo, beetlefolk don't make their homes in it. The stalks are relatively easy for something the size of a beetlestick to manouver around in, while being comparatively harder for most other mobs, so arguably they provide a good defense. But there's actually very little cover in a bamboo jungle because it's so easy to see between the stalks.

But perhaps the coolest thing about jungle clans is how they solve their ocelot problem. Ocelots not only attack beetlesticks, but compete with them over the local chickens. Aside from the usual nighttime mobs, they're the biggest difficulty that jungle clans face.

But guess what?

Ocelots don't attack parrots.

Beetlefolk of the jungle tame parrots as mounts.

Taiga and rainforest? ~ @running2reanimation

It depends on the taiga!

I’m gonna need confirmation on something before I say any more though: when you say “rainforest,” are you referring to the biome that was removed in 1.8? Or do you mean the jungle?

I’m kinda hoping you mean the jungle because if so then you have no idea what dichotomy you’ve just inquired into.

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JJK Boys getting accidentally flashed by their Girlfriend

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Noritoshi, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Geto, Gojo, and Sukuna

Warnings: Implied 'nudity' cause, y'know, getting flashed. Naoya + Sukuna, Yuta’s turned out very detailed and warning for his cause curses are gross, mentions of injuries/implied blood, Noritoshi’s is eXTREMEly self-indulgent, allusion to sex in Toji’s and Sukuna’s but nothing explicit or suggestive (obviously), you guys are married in Toji’s, Naoya’s and Sukuna’s. Kids in Naoya’s, cursing in Sukuna's but I 'censored' it :)

**I write Naoya and Sukuna with some necessary changes, please hold your judgement☺ These are long but give it a chance-**

Fushiguro Megumi:

Due to his job as a student/Jujutsu Sorcerer, Megumi was usually pretty tired when you guys got to hang out.

So, the first thing you guys typically did when you met up after school was nap for a good hour or two.

Which worked out well for both of you since he finally got some rest and you got cuddles and a chance to play with his hair.

On this particular afternoon, Megumi had basically crashed the minute he hit the bed, you not far behind to lay on his chest while he zonked out on his back.

It had been just about 2 hours when he woke up, one hand going up to rub his eyes while his other arm wrapped around you to hold you tight.

You smiled when you felt him moving, turning ever so slightly to give him a small peck on his shoulder.

He smiled and turned to look at you, only to see that while he was sleeping you had changed into a loose tank top. A loose tank top that had...shifted, to give your boyfriend a view you had not intended to give him.

He was so flustered he didn’t realize how red the tips of his ears had gotten and how wide his eyes had gotten, not to mention the fact he hadn’t said a word.

Thinking he had fallen back asleep, you looked up only to see your boyfriend seemingly stuck in time as he looked at something.

Following his gaze you gasped, rushing to fix your shirt.

That seemed to snap Megumi out of his daze, that and your non-menacing ‘pervert’ you muttered, it’s not like you really cared (you were more embarrassed than anything) but the opportunity to tease was much too good to pass up.

“I- hEy! It wasn’t on purpose! You’re the one that flashed me…”

“I don’t know Megumi...you were awfully quiet for awhile there, didn’t even warn me😔”

You may or may not have gotten hit with a pillow following that remark.

Itadori Yuji:

You and your boyfriend Yuji were celebrating your two year anniversary, and this year you had both decided on going to an amusement park!

It was a pretty hot day, and you’d be walking a lot so you decided on a cute loose t-shirt and shorts and some walking shoes.

You guys had just gotten on this rollercoaster, and from the looks of it this one was going to be fast.

The ticking as you went up the first and very tall hill did nothing to quell the excitement/fear you were feeling, and it also did nothing to keep you from taking your boyfriends hand in yours.

After that first drop, it wasn’t too bad! But it was definitely on the faster side.

You guys were almost done, the end was in sight.

You turned to ask Yuji what ride you should do next when one sharp turn caught you off guard and flipped your shirt up into your face.

Right when Yuji had just so happened to have turned to talk to you.

Trying to ignore the utter shame you felt you tried to fix your shirt, your boyfriend then leaned over you to stop anyone from getting a peak as the car pulled back to the start.

You felt so embarrassed after it, but when you tried to apologize he just shook his head, gave you a kiss on your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you off to the next ride.

Okkotsu Yuta:

**Unlike the others, this happened before the two of you started dating, you were still just really good friends**

You and Yuta had been sent out on a mission together.

You were a little nervous since it would be your first time going against a special grade, but you were confident you’d be able to do your part. Plus, having Yuta there was helpful in more ways than just his power.

The fight was a tough one, this curse you guys were fighting kept breaking the ground and shooting debris everywhere, it was easily blockable and it really wasn’t that dangerous.

But it did prove irritating.

Along with making tears everywhere in your jacket and skirt, you had been left with no choice but to kill the curse when it was up close and personal, so you were also covered in gross stuff.

To keep yourself from throwing up then and there, you unbuttoned your top and shrugged it off your shoulders, wincing at the cuts that had amassed during the fight.

You planned to quickly exchange it with the spare you kept in your bag, the debris had caused a bunch of dust which was acting like a curtain to shield your half-naked self from the eyes of the world.

But most importantly, from the eyes of your crush.

Unfortunately for you, your bag had gotten caught under a somewhat heavy piece of concrete.

Which would be no problem for you to lift if you hadn’t run through a fair amount of your cursed energy.

In your exhaustion, you must have made your struggle known with the grunts and obvious sounds of struggle you were making.

Yuta, who had a radar for you on anyway, heard this and started making his way over to you since he’s a considerate lad and you could be hurt!

You had just gotten it off the ground when it finally shifted enough for you to get your bag out, and you, being ever so coordinated, stumbled backwards.

Right into the open arms of Yuta, who immediately went red when he realized you were no longer wearing a shirt.

His jaw dropped as he tried to form a sentence, say something, anything to make sure you knew it was an accident.

Poor guy was so scared you thought he was a creep, he couldn’t look you in the eyes for almost 3 days.

That is until Maki locked you both in a room until one of you confessed💖

Kamo Noritoshi:

(This one may or may not be self-indulgent since I’m a clutz-)

You and Noritoshi had been sent to get something from the principal’s office by Utahime.

You were walking in front of him, paying little to no attention as to where you were walking as Noritoshi lost years off his life watching you stumble and almost trip.

So, okay, maybe you were a little bit clumsy, so what?

“Y/n, would you please be more careful? You’re going to fall.”

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend with an unimpressed look on your face, continuing to walk as he was even more on edge now that you definitely weren’t looking where you were going.

“Have a little faith in me, would you? I’m not that clumsy-” Just then, your foot caught a root perfectly, resulting in an untimely fall to the ground.

Which, thanks to years of falling face-first, you were more than prepared for.

Noritoshi, who felt his heart stop, quickly went to aid you, only to realize that your skirt had shifted with your fall, leaving you partly exposed to the world.

Partly exposed to him.

He quickly made his way to your side, helping you up as you laughed and dusted yourself off, noting the quietness of your boyfriend.

Usually when this happened, and he was quiet, you’d be in for a lecture.

But this time you noticed he was quiet...but he was also blushing.

You guys continued walking, you definitely weren’t complaining about not being told off, but you weren’t a fan of his silence. And...since when did Mr. Blood manipulation blush…?

“No lecture today?”

Noritoshi, who had been very deep in thought almost jumped at your voice, huffing as he tilted his head downward and picked up his pace a little.

“No tights today?”

You stopped at that because...he typically didn’t care what you wore, he was actually pretty laid-back except when it came to your safety.

“It’s August...so no?”

“Then i’d recommend you be a little more careful, had it been somebody else walking behind you, they would have seen something they shouldn’t have.” Your eyes narrowed at his words because...what was he talking about??

Sensing your confusion he turned towards you, eyes cracked open and a small smirk on his face. Leaning in close, he whispered.

“When you fell, your skirt lifted.”

And proceeded to walk ahead and into the principal’s office, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions with no idea how to process them.

Nanami Kento:

You were over at Nanami’s place, in his kitchen cooking dinner with him.

You guys didn’t get to have dates often, but thankfully you guys both had tonight free. And seeing as you both have been busy, a home-date sounded nice to both of you.

Nanami was working on opening a bottle of wine while you were fiddling with the stove top.

Nanami had recently moved into this apartment, and it was really nice. But the oven was much different from yours, so it was taking awhile for you to get used to it.

You had finally gotten it on and you put the frying pan on the burner to heat up.

You turned your back to it and leaned against the nearby counter, appreciating the view you had of your boyfriend’s back and biceps.

It was safe to say you were distracted.

So distracted, that you didn’t notice that the shirt you were wearing had been just close enough to the burner that it had caught on fire.

You felt your hip getting a little warm, so you looked down and gasped when you saw that you were literally catching on fire.

You scrambled to rip the shirt off you, throwing it in the thankfully empty sink as you turned the water on, successfully avoiding a major problem and any serious injuries.

Shaking your head, you turned to your lover with an apology ready on your lips, only when you met his eyes, he quickly turned around.

Clearing his throat, he returned to his previous task of cutting the vegetables while he instead nodded his head towards his room.

“You can wear one of my shirts, they’re in the second drawer.” You nodded and made your way into his room, shaking your head to try and rid yourself from any further embarrassment and cool down your overheating face and neck.

Little did you know, Nanami was trying to cool down the burning red on his own face, as well as trying to focus on the vegetables.

Fushiguro Toji:

**In this you two are married and you’re Megumi’s momma**

You guys had recently adopted a cat from a nearby shelter, Toji didn’t want a cat, but between the puppy eyes of not only his young son but his wife, he was never walking out of the shelter without one.

Only, you didn’t walk out with one, since the cat Megumi chose was a female, and pregnant.

So now you guys have 4 cats.

Your kittens were older now, just about 4 months. So you and Megumi would let them out during the day (supervised and with their momma of course) and bring them back in at night. Toji didn’t really care what you did with them since they made you both happy (and it kept you both occupied-).

Toji had come home from a particularly grueling day at work, his shoulders were stiff and he had a small headache, and all he really wanted was to drag you to the bed so he could sleep on top of you while you ran your fingers through his hair and he could finally get some decent sleep.

Does he get that? No.

What he does get is you and Megumi yelling up the tree in front of your house for “Cat! Come down from the tree!” ‘Cat’ was the name of the kitten you and Megumi had forced Toji to name since ‘he had to have one too’, even though it was really just so he had no choice but to let you two keep them all.

Sighing he walked over to you both, ruffling Megumi’s hair and giving you a kiss before he stuck his hands in his pockets and asked the question he didn’t want, or need, the answer to.

“*sigh* what happened?”

Frowning, you looked back to the tree and pointed, revealing the small kitten who had managed to get herself, or himself he couldn’t remember, stuck on one of the lower branches.

“Well, he’ll come down eventually.”

You smacked his arm as Megumi’s eyebrows pinched together, little arms crossing in front of his chest, “It’s a she, daddy. And she’s just a baby! You have to get her down!”

Groaning he brought a hand up to rub his eyes, “There’s no way i’m getting up that tree, I’m way too big, and daddy’s tired”

Pouting, Megumi stood in front of his dad (Let’s say Megumi is 3~), little hands tugging on his pants leg, a little “please daddy?” coming from his trembling lips.

“No, daddy’s right, he’s too old to get in the tree,” You smirked at the glare you got from your husband, “But, if daddy helps me, I can get in the tree.”

So, that’s how you ended up in a tree, gently handing ‘Cat’ down to your husband, who quickly passed her down to Megumi, and found yourself struggling to get down.

You and Megumi had been out and about earlier, and you were wearing a comfortable dress that day, so being in a tree was less than ideal.

With the promise of Toji catching you, you jumped, not expecting the wind to carry your dress, and unintentionally giving your husband a show. Luckily, your son was much more interested in the kitten.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly fixed your dress, your husband just laughed with a ‘nothin’ I haven’t seen before babe’ which was quickly followed by an ‘ow!’ when you smacked him. </3

Zen'in Naoya:

You and Naoya were preparing to have dinner together.

He was sat at the table, finishing up some paperwork while you finished up the food.

Your 2 children, your 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter, were also sat at the table. Your children both telling their father about their days while he listened. (I know he’s literally awful, but if I can pretend Toji isn’t an awful father, I can pretend Naoya isn’t an awful person✌😌)

“And then, Momma told the guy off! It was awesome daddy!” Naoya raised his eyebrow with the smallest hint of a smile tugging the corner of his lip up. “Oh? Did he start crying too?” You gave your husband ‘a look’ while you walked to the table, setting the first dish down on the table before you turned to get another.

Your son giggled, “Like a baby!” Naoya chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of water.

He couldn’t help but think back to your younger days, specifically the day the two of you met when you told him off, the day you changed him, and finally the day you made him cry as you walked towards him down the aisle.

“I bet, Your mother has a habit of making men cry.” You sternly called his name from the kitchen as he snickered, your kids breaking out into their own fits of giggles.

You walked back into the dining room carrying in the last dish, shaking your head as you lightly bumped him with your hip as you passed him, him lightly patting your butt as you walked by. “Stop feeding my kids lies.”

He just smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips, he was in the middle of taking a sip when you bent down to place the dish on the table, your shirt dipping low to the point your chest was on show, giving your husband an, albeit welcome, unintentional view.

Choking on his drink, he set the cup down in favor of beating his chest with his fist, you coming over to rub his back, your children looking over in confusion cause...what the heck dad, that was weird.

“What happened? Do I need to get you a sippy cup?” Glaring at you he was finally able to stop coughing, you patting his back as you went back to your seat and sat down.

You raised an eyebrow at him, since he had still yet to tell you why he had suddenly choked on his water. But it was then you noticed just how red his face was, and how low his gaze was.

Looking down and realizing your shirt had drifted down, you fixed it and smirked, struggling to hold in the laughs and snorts that were sure to explode out of you.

Even after almost a decade of marriage, it was good to know you could still make your husband blush like a teenage boy.

Geto Suguru:

You and Geto had gone out on a date!

It was a nicer place, so you were wearing a cute spaghetti strapped dress with some nice shoes, and he was wearing a button down with slacks (sleeves rolled up to his forearms of course🥵).

You had just finished dinner and were now on the walk home.

All night you had been paranoid about your dress, you had gotten it when you and a friend had gone thrift shopping. It was honestly in pretty good condition, the only problem was that the dress’ straps had a good amount of wear on them, so the straps weren’t really that great, and you could feel them loosening as the night went on.

BUT, you were going home now, so it really didn’t matter much anymore.

Geto was lightly swinging your hands between you both as you told him the recent drama you had learned at work.

You were holding your uncomfortable shoes in one hand, and obviously Geto’s hand in the other, so your hands were occupied.

“You would not believe how messy that got. In case you ever think about cheating on me, just remember that man’s gonna be finding glitter in his car for at least a few decades.” Geto laughed as he shook his head, nudging your shoulder with his, “Good thing we don’t have to worry about that, I’m not dumb enough to cheat on my crazy girlfriend.” You made a ‘hmph’ sound and nodded, “Crazy for you~” and laughed when he shook his head.

You guys kept walking, discussing whatever topics came up.

You were almost home, so close to freedom. You called Geto’s name, about to tell him something you had remembered, when you both heard a faint *snap*.

Guided by the rush of cold air you felt hit your chest, you looked down and gasped, you would’ve been quicker to cover yourself except for the fact that both of your hands were occupied.

Working quickly because...you both were still in public, Geto let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off, draping it around you and grabbing ahold of your hand when you were covered.

You apologized for flashing him and he shook his head, obviously it wasn’t your fault and it’s not like he was complaining.

Gojo Satoru:

Due to a particularly bad run in with a cursed spirit, your usual uniform was trashed, so you had to wear your backup uniform, which also ran small.

All day, you had been fighting with your skirt. It was too tight and too short, and was providing you with a substantial amount of stress.

It was lunch, you were half way through the school day, half a day away from going home and getting to wear your sweatpants.

“Oh Y/n~” Half a day from getting rid of the walking headache you called your co-worker.

Sighing, you stopped from where you were walking in the hallway, turning to face him you raised an eyebrow. “Yes Satoru?”

So, yes, you were ‘co-workers’ and yes, you were technically just friends.

But there was also a painful amount of mutual pining and tension that hung between you two.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the attitude? You’ve been like this all day, it’s gonna start hurting my feelings.” You grimaced as you once again adjusted your skirt, “Yeah, well, you’d be a little irritated if you had to keep fixing your skirt every 2 seconds.”

Gojo hummed, “I can imagine, so, care to join me for lunch?” You replied with a ‘sure’, and the two of you made your way to the teacher’s lounge, side by side.

You walked to the fridge and pulled out your lunch, Gojo not far behind you and you both did the necessary prep you needed for your food.

Gojo finished just barely before you, and was already sitting on one of the couches, happily digging into his food.

Once the microwave stopped you pulled your food out and started walking over to the couch.

You sat down, carefully, and began to eat your lunch.

Despite causing you mass amounts of pain and most likely a gray hair or 2, you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Gojo, I mean, you were kinda in love with him.

“Ah, Satoru, Y/n, just the two I needed to see.” Gojo’s (likely inaccurate) account of his latest mission came to a pause when Principal Yaga walked in.

He had some information about a mission the 2 of you would be going on in 3 days. Apparently this one would be an undercover mission, and a few days.

During the conversation, Gojo (who tries to always have one of his six eyes on you at all times), had noticed your skirt riding up, and seeing as he liked you, the last thing he wanted was for you to embarrass yourself in front of you guys’s boss.

Keep in mind, it’s not like Gojo was having a great time either, you were sitting right in front of him, but it’s not like he could interrupt the principal and loudly announce you were about to expose yourself.

Thankfully, Kusakabe walked in at that moment, stealing just enough of his time for Gojo to catch your attention (like he didn’t already have it🙄) to mouth ‘Your skirt’ while he made a subtle tugging motion with his hand, going back to like nothing happened and stealing the attention of the men while you fixed your skirt.

That mission may or may not have preceded your first date with him.

Sukuna Ryomen:

You and Sukuna would be going on a date tonight, and you had spent the last half hour or so getting ready.

Your hair and make up was done, you had showered earlier, and all you had left to do was get dressed.

You had gotten dressed in your underwear when your mom had called.

You didn’t get to speak to you often and it had been awhile since you had talked, so you spent a good amount of time catching up and filling each other in on the things you had missed.

It had been about 15 minutes, you were sitting down at your vanity, pants on but still no shirt (hey man, a distraction is a distraction, let me have this i’m tired-).

You were so caught up in your phone call you hadn’t noticed that Sukuna had walked into your shared apartment.

He called out to you, but you didn’t answer. He would’ve been more worried than irritated if he didn’t hear you talking on what he presumed to be the phone.

If he knew you weren’t ready yet, he would’ve knocked, but seeing as you were on the phone, the last thing he expected when he opened your bedroom door was to see you half-naked sitting on your vanity stool like this kind of thing was normal.

“Sh*t. Warn a guy, will you? I’m not complaining but you near gave me a heart attack.” You screeched as you almost threw your phone, apologizing to your mom, you glared at Sukuna as he gave you a look that tip-toed between amusement and bewilderment.

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen your-” You threw your pillow at him before he could finish his sentence, with your mom of all people listening to your conversation.

You two might have been married, but the last thing you needed was your mom pestering you about grandchildren again.

In case you’re wondering, he was laughing the whole time as you beat him with said pillow for saying those kind of things to your mother.

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The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy! 

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits. 

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation. 

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection. 

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe. 

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic. 

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!”  You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you. 

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby. 

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess. 

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising. 

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

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Nathaniel Buckley

Name: Nathaniel 'Nate' Buckley

Age: 25

Height: 6'2

Powers: Overhaul (explanation down below)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nathaniel is very socially awkward and lacks confidence in his own powers. He feels overwhelmed by the pressure to be perfect and this has damaged his self-esteem, plus, having an ability like Overhaul doesn't help him with his anxiety and low self-esteem as well. Nate is quick to point out when others are being too optimistic in his pessimistic opinion and is unable to recognize his own achievements (+everytime he gets complimented or praised for his achievements, he calls them delusional)

He is extremely shy, aloof, depressed, "intimidating", and introverted, especially around big audiences. He gets nervous very easily when talking to other people. If his anxiety gets the best of him, Nate will often cover his face with his shirt or hoodie to hide his face from others. This also happens whenever Nate has a bad feeling or feels insulted. However, despite his timid heart, Nate is fully capable of showing flashes of bravery.

To get to his ability, Ovehaul. Overhaul grants him the ability to disassemble anything he touches, as well as reassemble it in any configuration he desires, effectively giving him full control over matter, which is why he often walks with his gloves on. He is a very dangerous individual due to his ability, the handling he has on it, and his own lack of remorse. While in battle, Nate focuses on quickly dissembling his targets to kill them, or reshaping the terrain around him into a barrage of spikes to attack his opponents. He reshapes the ground to maneuver himself around the area, as well as counter incoming attacks. The ability to instantly rearrange his vicinity grants Nate multiple methods of dealing with his opponents, making him a massive threat from all ranges.

He can disassemble people to kill them or reassemble them to heal their wounds. He can also do this to himself and even merge his body with others; even allowing him to use their powers. He can also regenerate his limbs without having to make contact with himself and can reform and reshape their bodies any which way he wants.

In battle, Nate can freely manipulate his surroundings. He can modify the ground to maneuver himself and reshape the area into a state that is advantageous for him and harmful for his opponents. By touching his targets, he can completely blow their body apart, whether it be a limb or the entirety of it.

But even without the aid of his ability, Naye relies on his proficiency in hand-to-hand combat, excelling in close quarters combat. As said in beginning, he's very insecure about his ability, so he rarely uses it (but when he uses it....you're lucky to be his friend instead of his enemy 👍) , which is why he decided to improve his combat skills.

Overhaul:

Hope you'll like him!!

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