#she just tends to hold the braincell because no one else wants it

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Doodles of the campaign I am running!

Farrent belongs to @emotionallyattachedmatch

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Redbomb triplets trivias

Next friday if I manage my time correctly, the nine first pages of Daddy's Treasure, my webcomic about Buggy's offsprings, will be published on this blog. The panels are almost done, they juste need some shading & lettering.

To keep you waiting, have this trivia post about the Redbomb triplets

Blaze

As we stated many times before, he's stupid. Dumby dumbass, 0 braincell. Can't write his own name correctly. But ! He actually beat his siblings when it comes to emotional intelligence. Seing someone they love crying, Rory would sigh in annoyance, Skye would punch their shoulder playfully before trying to change the subject to something more lightly, but if you cry in front of Blaze you'll soon have a little redhair gremlin glued in your arms hugging you warmly (good luck getting rid of it)

Basically a golden retriver with extra ADHD. If he decides that he likes someone he will not go away from them.

Even if this person actually want him to go away, tho.

He's a biiiiiiig mama's boy, he's always glued in his mother arms.

Sometimes he put his hair in ponytail and try to make a resting bitch face to imitate Rory, which makes laugh everyone (except Rory)

Skye

Due to Reddie being a former strawhat, the crew is like extended family to the triplets.

Zoro and Skye get along well, Zoro teaching her a thing or two with swords.

In fact, it's possible, really possible, that Skye had a HUGE childhood crush on him - you know, those innocents crushes kids can have on cool teens around them sometimes.

Zoro was totally oblivious of it, of course.

"Hey look she offered me another drawing" (Nami tries to not giggle seeing her crewmate holding a kid drawing picturing Skye and Zoro in a flower field with swords) "Guess I'm the coolest babysitter huh ?" (It's really hard for Nami to not burst into laugh right now)

During a family dinner, after being babysitted by the strawhats, Skye didn't stop talking about Zoro - how fun he was, how skilled he was with swords etc etc.

Reddie playfully asked her "Hey, you're in love or what ?" and she made this exact face :

"He's gay, and he's an idiot. Don't waste your time." Rory said, not looking up from his dishes, making everyone around the table pretty much incomfortable for a moment.

Reddie had to explain the concept of childhood crush to Buggy because he was already ready to storm the Straw Hats for breaking his little tinkerbell's heart.

Later when this silly crush faded away, she understood she just admired swordmen and wanted to gain skills with blades

Probably understood that Zoro was effectively gay, too.

She started being glued to Mihawk whenever Buggy took her at work - pretty much to Mihawk displeasure, tho.

Rory

So we know that Rory get along well with Crocodile and with Shanks

The fact that it pisses off his father a TON make it even more enjoyable to him.

He actually seems to take great pleasure in sympathizing with people his father despite the most.

His polite tone and the way he talks brutal truth 24/24 with placid glances tends to make adults laugh a lot when he's around.

Rory has a very strict mental hierarchy when it comes to his family / the people he lives with, from the person he respects the most to the person he respects the less it would be : Himself, Reddie, Skye, Alvida, Buggy, the whole crew, Richie, Blaze.

But don't get it wrong, he loves his brother !

... in his very weird kind of way, though

While one of Rory's favorite hobbies is to fight with his brother and make him feel like an idiot, he would never let anyone else doing so.

Rory (rolling eyes) : Blaze you could become the richiest boy on earth if you rented the space between your ears.

Some crewmember : Aha you got it kid, your brother really is an idiot !

Rory (jumping on his feet, a hand on a smokebomb, ready to fight) : WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL MY BROTHER, SHITHEAD ?!

[maddytheweird]

Jealous siren kent x reader

just a lil imagine/one shot from my wattpad

It's last period on a Friday afternoon in Thornhills' class and everyone was put into groups of  4 to do some research. Thornhill chose the groups yet everyone was with their friends so there weren't many complaints being made, apart from a few people who have petty rivalries or those who wanted to be with their crush or significant other. Kent was put into a group with Divina, Yoko and Rowan set up at the back left hand side of the classroom while you placed at the back right of the room with Ajax, Xavier and Enid. Most of the class were just messing around or catching up on gossip rather than doing any actual research on the origins of the Cobra Lily and the Pitcher Plant, but since it was a Friday afternoon Thornhill wasn't bothered, she actually really enjoys seeing her students getting along and talking, being able to do "normal" teen stuff.

 

"So yeah and then apparently Bianca absaloughtly went off, I mean I get that some people don't like her but to bring up her mum and the whole 'morning song crap was just crazy!" Divina says slightly frustrated at the thought of her friend being harassed  because of family. "I know D, yet she can eat garlic bread without shitting herself to another death!" Yoko responds back with fake jealousy before bursting out into a fit of laughter along with Divina, Rowan and some other student sat nearby who heard the  vampires antics. Yet Kent didn't let out a chuckle or even a smirk, his focus was on you. His (gf/bf/so) laughing with your face in your elbow while your other arm is hitting Xaviers'. "DUDE WHY, HOW DO STONE YOURSELF" you pause to try and get some air into your giggling system, "Even I'M not that dumb to do that" " I don't know (Y/N) Ajax is a different breed, he's built different, lacking a few braincells" Xavier adds in while Enid is trying her best to not pass out from the excessive laughter caused by the two boys. "Xavier pa-,lease you can't talk, your talent is just being a rip-off Picasso, you draw people like one of your French girls!" You practically wheeze out and slump into his shoulders your body is slowly giving out.

Kent's eyes narrow as he glares daggers at Xavier who is very visibly flustered by your touch. " Oi Kent you good, EARTH TO KENT!" Yoko calls to her Siren friend while slamming her hand onto the desk in front of him. Divina shoots her twin a concerned look "I don't know what's gotten him all-oohhh I think I know what the issue is" Divina cuts herself off as Rowan follows her gaze over to where your group is sat, with You, Ajax and Enid in a laughing fit as Xavier is redder than Weems lipstick sat the result of your touch. Many people know that you and Kent are together as most Sirens tend to be pretty popular and well liked or some cases feared. But Kent still doesn't acknowledge his surroundings, only focussing on you and one if his best mates as if he had a severe case of tunnel vision.

Class flew past for everyone else though, making jokes playing games on the chalk boards with Thornhill. Yet it had been so painfully slow for Kent. Wondering if he's truly good enough for, whether he's too loud or out there for you. His thoughts are interrupted by a pair of familiar arms around his shoulders from behind followed by an all too comforting scent of a specific perfume. "Hey there scaley boy" you exclaim from behind leaving a small kiss across his scales above his cheek. "Hi weird (girl/boy)" he sighs flatly with a forced smile as you two continue to head up to your dorm (that's shared with Divina) hand in hand. You can sense the difference in his  demeanour but brush it off as tiredness since it was a pretty hectic class to finish the week. Once you two get inside your dorm he flops onto your bed and hold your pillow which he usually only ever does if he's sick, really pissed of or just feeling a bit blue. You quickly dump your bag down at your desk and lay down next to him lifting up his hair to reveal a pained siren, the siren that had your heart in the palm of his hand. 

"keeeeeeeennntt" you say dragging out the e, "speeeaaak too meeeeeee, because youve never been this quiet and its unsettling" you coo into his ear while gently rubbing his back. "I was watching you in class before" he finally croaks out breaking the short silence as he looks up at you, you respond with a nod urging him to continue. "the way you all were laughing and messing around, how happy you looked, the way Xavier," he paused to take a deep breathe trying to calm himself down "Seeing Xavier getting all hot and flustered anytime you looked at him or he made you laugh. When you fell into his side and he practically stopped breathing on the spot. I couldn't help but get jealous, i mean he is THE Xavier Thorpe, he's rich, he's funny, he's nice and he has half the school at his feet I just, I just felt like he had gotten to you, that you had realised that you like him instead of me." Your heart broke at the sight of your beautiful siren boyfriend with tears brimming his eyes as he ranted about the fear of losing you to Xavier, one of, if not his Best Friend. 

"C'mon Kent" his anxiousness soaring through the roof as he waits for you to feel betrayed and untrusted. "you really think I would date THAT, the ripoff Picasso, Nevermores local Slenderman?" You say while holding back a giggle. He sighs and wraps you into one of his famous bear hugs and pulls you to straddle his lap as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. Letting out another sigh, yet this time not saddens, angered or anxious, but a content and relieved sigh as he gives your torso a slight squeeze. "I'm sorry my (girl/boy/so), I didn't mean to depress you, I just couldn't shake the thought. Even it us is pretty stupid" you send him a quizzical look "Kent," you say staring into his breathtakingly crystal like eyes while holding his face in your hands "that thought wasn't stupid. It was bat-shit crazy! I mean, Xavier!" You call out letting another laughing fit take over. He rolls his eyes and pushes you off of him and onto your bed causing another giggling fit to erupt from you. He settles himself over you and gives you a kiss full of passion which you gladly return, he slowly depend the kiss and lowers himself down a tad more to get more comfortable. This time putting YOU into a flustered state. Before anything could go anywhere else Yoko bursts into the dorm followed by Bianca Divina. "Ew Kent could get off of my friend please, feral fish" His twin says while throwing a pillow at him as Bianca takes a picture and yoko makes mocking kissing noises. "Alright alright behave yourselves ladies, and Divina" he says throwing the pillow back at her only 10 times the force. He quickly gives you another peck and sprints out of the room leafing his bag as his twin sets after him with murder on her mind. You and the other two girls just ignore the crazy twins anticts and catch up and share the new found gossip discovered during the lesson.

i might start taking requests to write on here but idk

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + GOJO SATORU || the gojo twins

request: HELLO^^ so I’ve been wondering this so long but do you think it would even be possible if Gojo had a twin sister that also has the sixth eye ? Probably not but, I’d kinda want to know what the clans higher ups and curses react to 2 sixth eye user.

note: I am glad I am not the only one thinking about this lol. like what if they were two gojos? absolute chaos the world has ever seen. i love it, this entire prompt lives in my head rent free lol

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

imagine the other clan’s reactions when they learn that not one, but two of the gojo clan’s newest heirs were born with the highly coveted Six Eyes?

gojo satoru and y/n - the newest members of the gojo clan, twins that are born with the Six Eyes. a first case that has ever happened in the family’s history. it was this monumental moment when the higher ups realise that things are going to be interesting

by the way - you���re the older twin lol. just so you can poke jabs at gojo for the rest of your life by using the line. “i’m the older sibling here!”

“only by like, two minutes!”

that being said though, over-protective twin brother who will scare all your boyfriends/girlfriends the first time they meet because of his height and overly nice personality that scares people even more

you’re just as bad though - if any girl or guy walks out of his room after a night of fun you will probably be a little bitch and make them feel awkward until gojo wakes up

“can’t you be a little nicer to them?” gojo groans after the person he slept with last night quickly left after an awkward cup of morning coffee with you. “I actually liked them a lot.”

but it’s all done with love, and if the other realise their significant other makes them happy, they will back off

the moment you two entered jujutsu tech, then yaga-sensei was about to hand in his retirement slip early with the sheer chaos that his year of students were bringing him 

ieiri was delighted that she wasn’t going to be the only girl at school; geto was amused how you two were basically copy and paste of each other, just in different genders

surprisingly enough, think you’d be the one who’d be the more studious and definitely more interesting in learning how to hone your skills better - gojo probably still has this ‘i am the strongest’ mentality that the elders planted in him because ✨misogyny✨

but he loves to compete with you - and you’re the only one who’d he ever admit defeat to, and will defend your honour whenever the elders talk down on you because you’re a girl. and to them, girls are just meant to be ‘a pretty face with strong genes to bring a strong generation into the world’

he’s probably the one who talked your elders out of arranging a marriage between you and an heir to another important family like the kamo clan - because there is no way in hell is he going to let some random ass man take you away from him

probably joking told you that if all else fails, to marry geto on the spot - and let’s be honest here, who wouldn’t? Geto looks so damn fine both the anime and especially in the Gojo Past Arch. rail me daddy-

*cough cough*

anyway - ever since that comment, geto and you might pretend to flirt with each other to get gojo riled up. playfully brushing your hand along his arm, playing with his hair between your fingers whenever you two talk, geto leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear with a smirk, or him resting his hand around your waist whenever he leads you about

it always gets gojo riled up, and he’d get in between the both of you; whining for you to give him attention instead

you probably sneak into his room, even as you got older, to hide in his arms whenever you have a nightmare - and he’d wordlessly just hold you close and cuddle you to sleep again no matter how old you two are

both of you share the same braincell - same reactions, expressions, and sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. sometimes you two even say the same thing at the same time, to which you two just high five each other with a laugh 

freaks everyone out a little, since it’s just so random and natural for the both of you to do it 

nanami hates it whenever he has to accompany you two - as his senpais, he can’t complain much. he does learn a lot, yet at the same time, he can’t stand it when the both of you are sent on a mission together 

with you he’s fine; but he barely tolerates gojo 

ijichi loves you, since you compliment him on the smallest of things, or smile at him warmly whenever he does something right; may have a crush on you that he refuses to reveal to anyone

both of you probably have shopping trips every weekend; don’t tell me you two don’t splurge on clothing when you two can charge whatever it is you want to the gojo clan account 

you two probably got a lot of those roadside modelling offers - and sometimes you’d probably even joke about leaving the whole jujutsu world behind to become a model instead

“i mean - it pays. and all i need to do is sit and look pretty.”

a lot of ‘did not!’ and ‘did too!’ arguments all day long 

you two love to taunt the Curses together before you kill them - it makes them only more scared, but the ‘chase more fun’

“say, toru - it looks so weak for a semi-first, no?”

“must be a new born - how pathetic.”

bags of candies all over the place - somehow he got you addicted to candy as well, so whenever you two travel, you always buy different candies and different treats 

when geto betrayed you all in your third year, gojo turned to you as his pillar of familiarity; even more so when he was force to kill his best friend a few years later. the both of you leaned on each other as you start to pick the pieces of yourselves once more

both you and your brother share the same idea of changing the jujutsu world from the inside out, so you two decided to take up teaching together under the command of now principal yaga

poor man is deciding if he now regrets accepting both of your applications 

you took in megumi as your own by the way - so megumi respects you a lot since you’re like the mother he never had. but at the same time, he wouldn’t be surprise if he heard that you do something stupid with your twin brother

feel like gojo and you will spend your free time probably trying to unlock more secrets of the Limitless and how to use your Six Eyes better - and Gojo will teach you how to probably use Hallow Purple and how to use Reverse Cursed Techniques with the held of ieiri as well

you took in maki, inumaki and even panda as your own kids as well - teaching them whenever gojo is forced to go and solve some issue the higher ups throw at him; making the kids super protective of you

even when yuta came, you didn’t care about the special grade curse that was stuck inside of him; treating him like an actual person and training him up and build his confidence once more

when you heard what happened to the special-grade cursed object that megumi was tasked on taking the following year, you laughed your ass off for 10 minutes while megumi tried not to show his annoyance

“y/n-sensei, i almost died. it is not funny.”

but you still took yuji in as your own child, and when you were giving him a tour around campus, you raised an eyebrow when a pair of lips appeared on the side of his cheek

“even though i want to kill that white haired bastard, i might spare your pretty little face.” 

“hello to you too, sukuna.” you greeted with a smile while yuji slapped a hand over the mouth, apologising to you with a wild blush on his face. you just laughed and reassured the poor boy it was alright

when nobara came, you adopted her as well; and she loves you, and loves how in tune with the trends you are. you two even have a girl’s night where you talk about everything that happens and have a few rants about boys

all in all - highkey chaotic, but with more common sense then your younger twin brother gojo and knows how to act professional whenever you need to. you also tend to adopt all the students that walks through your doors, and they view you as a parental figure as well. you and your brother are a menace together, but you two get things done and no one can really complain

gojo is protective, but when it comes to you it’s worse lol. but you’re just as bad when it comes to making sure ‘your baby brother’ is safe. you two tend to be super sassy and throw shade at each other, but when it comes down to the basics, you two love each other a lot and will go the extra mile to make sure that each other are safe

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Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

  @mikeysbike @hanniejji@unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz @dai-tsukki-desu @thicmitten @youaskedfurret @diaxfeliz @wintergreen-aix @dandelily @thegayrubberducky @lovelykittycatmeow @yuunoagivesmelife  @dokidokisama @simpygrimoire @minakohasmanyhusbandos @strwbrry-lia @tigerpriestess @yuu-yuukurotsuki​

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

[latenightartist-author]

Shot In The Dark

Pairing: Zemo X Reader

Summary: zemo,Y/n,Sam, and Bucky need to escape from Madripoor

Warning: Shooting, Blood, Protective Zemo{i’m not sure thats a warning though}, Self doubt, Ex HYDRA, language, TFATSW slight spoliers I went off plot for this

I did research people in sacovia spoke German and russian sometimes a combination.

Requested by: @joyfulinternettraitor

Madripoor was a vile city to Y/n it looked at lot like Las Vegas. Currently Y/n was looking out the window while Zemo negoated with Selby, while Sam pretended to be someone named Smiling tiger and bucky acted like the winter soldier. Y/n was there having to pretend to be Zemo’s ‘pet’ which no one was very thrilled about. Y/n looked aover at Zemo and he motioned for Y/n to come over to him,

“Komm her liebling,” (English: Come here darling) Y/n sat beside him she didn’t know much of Sacovian language but she knew enought to hod a simple conversation. he put his arm arounf her and whispered “apologies” to her. She had to look smitten with him this wasn’t the first time she had to pretend to be involved wth him she had to under cover when she worked for HYDRA but right now she was doing a pretty good job she had managed to fool Bucky and Sam. Things were going well until Sarah called. Y/n moved a bit closer to Zemo when sam was told to put the call on speaker phone. Y/n whispered to Zemo,

“Das wird nicht gut enden,” (English: It won’t end well) she grabbed Zemo’s arm Y/n looked at Zemo then heard a shot and saw Selby on the floor a bullet through her head. Zemo grabbed Y/n pulling them out of the room.

“Follow me,” He grabbed your hand pulling you with him somehow he was still keeping up the act. Bucky and sam werent far behind they got out of the bar and started running right before bullets started flying at them, “Damn it.” he shouted as sam more of jogged had the situation been diffrent Y/n would have laughed at how rediculous sam looked.

“I can’t run in these heels!” sam shouted to bucky who was running infront of them.

“Try being me!” Y/n yelled she was half tempted to take the shoes off and run. through the streets barefoot, “At lest your hells downt slip through a freaking vent!”

“Y/n if I recall corectly you used to fight in worse clothes and shoes than that when we were with HYDRA.” Zemo shouted back to her she rolled her eyes and threw the shoes offas she ran,

“Baron I suggest you shut up and keep yourself from getting shot!” zemo ran off to a side street and Y/n followed him, “If sam hadn’t gotten that damn call!”

“I’m aware, liebling,” he said and stopped since no one was shooting anymore, “I think we’re safe dor the moment-” he looked down and notice her shoes gone, “When did you do that?”

“A while back Baron,” she said then saw something move in the shadows and the shine of light refelcting on a gun pointed at zemo, “Zemo move!” She shoved him out of the way and the bullet hit Y/n and she fell on the ground, “Fuck!”

“Y/N!!” Zemo shouted and shot his gun in the direction the bullet came from before going to Y/n, “Your boys are gonna kill me. Where did you get hit?” She had her hand on her thigh, “I think it’s safe to assume you can’t walk.” he ripped part of his shirt and wrapped it around Y/n’s wound befor carfully picking her up bridal style. He carried her being causous of who was around to find Sam and Bucky. when he finally found them they checked to make sure you weren’t in any life or death danger. Sharon walked towards them. Zemo noticed you were slipping in and out of consciousness, “Apologies for the interupption but we need to get Y/n somewhere where her wound can be tended to.”

They arrived at sharons house and sharon opened the door to a room with a first aid kit. Zemo took her in the room and covered her with a blanket only leaving the area he needed to work on visible. He was getting the bullet out and the pain from it woke Y/n up she tried to sit up but Zemo gently pushed her down.

“I need you to stay down and stay still, schatz,” Zemo pulled the bullet out of the wound and began cleaning it and holding a cloth on it until her blood started clotting, “You are a foolish girl.”

“Oh god now you sound like peirce.”

“Well I’m saying it for diffrent reasons. You shouldn’t have shoved me out of the way. I accepted death many years ago.” he said and got hit on the back of the head, “Ouch! what was that for?!”

“Bad Helmut,” She sat up, “you accepted death because you want to see your wife and son again.”

“How do you know about-”

“Hydra files were released remember? Everything about you, about me, and bucky everything was release. I know you were sent to help defend against ultron and it took two days to find them. I know what it’s like. You met me after my fiance died.”

“You still shouldn’t have taken that bullet!!”

“Because I don’t want you to die!”

“Why!!”

“Because Zemo I care about you I thought you’d know that from The fact that I have vsited you every day for the past eight years. Hell I vistited you on christmas and ditch a new years date with Bucky to visit you. He doesnt know I went to see you.”

“You pity me. No one can understand what I did,” He walked toward the door Y/n got up and grabbed his wrist as a pain shot through her leg she ignored it.

“You really don’t understand do you?” She made him look at her, “I do understand. Pierce’s PA in HYDRA didn’t run away. Starks building didnt blow a fuse. I have been getting reveger on everyone my former fiance knew for years. I finished right before Thanos came here. it’s not the same but it would put me in a cell right next to you if they knew.”

“Y/n...” He turned to her and th silence made her realize the pain shooting through her body. She grabbed onto him so she wouldn’t fall as the the door opened. Zemo picked her up setting her back on the bedto take fix the wound fully. He held a cloth against the wound again as Walker came in the room.

“Well two criminals in one room. Must be my lucky day-...oh it’s just the freak and Zemo.”

“I can beat your-“ she is cutt off by the pain from Zemo stiching it.

“Well you were harboring a criminal so I get to take you and zemo to that prison you Freak.”

“Perhaps you should put your lack of braincells to better use somewhere else I need to help Y/n and your voice is highly annoying!” Zemo snapped at Walker. Bucky heard them arguig and pulled John out of the room. Zemo continued, “Humor me. How much of our under covers was an act”

“lets put it this way most of your apologies were unnecessary.”

“That isn’t an answer that makes sence,” he said and tied off the wrapping on her leg. She sighed,

“for an observant man you are very dull. Maybe youll uder stand this, Ich liebe dich,” (English: I love You) She kissed his cheek before going to stop Bucky and john from killing eachother. Zemo sat there in shock and confused at her action and what she had said. He didn’t know if she ment it platonically or not.

[evarcana]

NSFW - The courtiers eating out (fem) MC

Oh là là I feel like I really reserved myself a place in hell with this one!

Fair warning: 18+, you know what it will be talking about, right? (If you don’t know, please reconsider reading)

Thanks to @move-im-vesuvian-thirsty who mentioned it once and this stupid single braincell of mine just didn’t forget...

Valdemar

Very keen. Let’s be honest, edging and teasing is to be expected and they have so many ways to play with you, but this might just be one of their favourites;

Know what they are doing and will take their time with you;

It’s definitely an experience because ...Teeth™. They are not rough or unpleasant and know all too well how delicate human body is, but that tingling sensation of the sharp teeth caressing your skin is always there, even when their tongue is gliding inside you. And you can definitely expect to at least shiver every time they deliberately bite or nibble;

Talking about teeth, boy do they put them to the good use - there are bite marks all over your inner thighs;

Needless to say they are in complete control and would not follow the directions you try to give (if you are still able to form coherent phrases);

Don’t like if you try to touch them in process - to hold their head, pull on their hair / horns / headpiece. Would have you tied to the table, but if not, they will definitely hold your hands in place if necessary;

What they would enjoy is to watch you touching yourself in the process - run hands over your body, bite fingers to stop yourself from screaming, cover your face with your hands helplessly, whatever - you know the deed;

Will edge you to orgasm ( well if you are allowed to) and will absolutely grin at you from between your legs.

Valerius

A bit too selfish to be really into it. So if he is giving you oral, he is either teasing you or it’s part of him being in the submissive role - Tell him to put that mouth of his to better use;

That being said, he suddenly becomes much more keen on it when drunk;

It might not be easy to get him there but it does turn him on big time if he is eating you out standing on his knees;

Very hands on - grabs your legs, thighs and ass a lot, will dig the nails into your skin and leave some bruises from holding too tight if you are not against some rough handling;

He won’t do anything too creative (definitely no nibbling) and it’s not like he has particularly amazing technique but all those kissing, licking and sucking surely does feel good;

Will moan into you (especially when drunk) and will want you to run your hands through his hair pressing his head even closer to you or arch your back and press harder against his lips;

Always knows when you are close - he will slow down or pause on purpose, and yes, (when he is teasing) he won’t pay attention to that particular spot he knows you enjoy until you really beg for it;

Wants to be praised after he made you climax and nothing can stop him from commenting on what a needy mess he made of you (might tell you that you tasted good).

Vlastomil

Oh he is SO into it, ready to eat you out any time (I mean he IS nasty). Up to anything but finds it particularly arousing if you to sit on his face, it’s 69 or youwrap your legs around his head in process;

Yes, the split tongue appears even in his human(ish) form;

You are not sure whether it’s you or him but it feels very wet and slippery;

Their fingers, lips and tongue are always slightly cool and it sends shivers down your spine;

will fuck you with the tongue or put fingers inside while licking and sucking on you;

Tell him what you want and how you want it, stroke his head when he is doing as you told him - he likes it and he wants to please you in any way;

Won’t tease or deny you orgasm but he will overstimulate you;

He often won’t stop, even after you’ve come. He gets carried away and loves it too much when you have to push his head away or suddenly move away from him, desperate for a break from stimulation.

Volta

Did you even doubt that she is naturally amazing at it? Can do it for hours;

She loves to please and to be on the giving side, so you never even have to ask.

It can be the whole separate long session when she will make you come multiple times or a foreplay/warmup to something else;

She definitely at least fantasised of incorporating food in it one way or another - yes, she wants at least your inner thighs to be covered in something sweet;

Her tongue and lips feels super gentle and her hands will explore your body in the process;

Does not want to tease or edge but she can be intense and won’t want to stop if something edible is involved;

Will always praise you after you had orgasm and tell you how amazing you taste and that she wants more of you. If you praise her, will ask you whether you want he to repeat because she is ready right now.

Vulgora

Usually too impatient for such things but will tackle you to fall on the bed and eat you out if you ask;

Any position which allows them to top you - they will be rough, like to force your legs apart and keep them in place (or if you the type who kicks and tends to move lots, they will be into it);

For some reason their mouth feels hot;

Tends to use their hands more as it seems so much more efficient for them (It’s up to you whether the gauntlets stay on or not);

When they find that spot they will be rubbing or pushing on it hard until you become oversensitive and climax (and yes their mouth does not leave your clit in process);

You can definitely feel the teeth too but unlike in Valdemar’s case it is not intentional; they just tend to forget and get carried away, so it may seem a bit rough;

Definitely into overstimulation and won’t stop - they want you be vocal and plead, grab the bedsheets, their clothes / body / hair / horns / whatever and then maybe they will grant you mercy.

[hyperfixationtimego]

Happy little hcs to atone for my sins

Taka and Hina are study buddies

Sometimes Aoi manages to get Taka off track because she’s just so enthusiastic and wants to hear about all of her friends’ hyperfixations and special interests

37.2 minutes later

Taka’s infodumping about how he despises moral philosophy but also thoroughly enjoys it bc that’s how moral philosophers are

Or he’s infodumping about political science and debate tactics and how speeches were effective or not for various reasons

Sakura and Mondo work out together

It started off as a coincidence when they were in the gym at the same time but it kept happening so they called it a schedule

They talk about their SOs and they’re smiling

Sakura teaches Mondo certain stretches and exercises to help relax different muscle groups for whenever he pulls a muscle or has a flare up from the thing with the bikes

Leon constantly asks Chihiro to turn alter ego into a vocaloid or at least program a bit of that tech into their system

Bc he would rather shave his head again than talk to Sayaka about producing music

He just has so many ideas

And it’s cool when there are kinda punk rock songs that are covered in an 8-bit or a vocaloid style

Byakuya and Celeste have a small series of bets with low stakes about what their inferiors classmates will do to lead up to them jingling away morosely like the fools they are

Sayaka shamelessly advertises her group’s mercy to her classmates and friends

Everyone gets their nails painted at some point

Nobody knows how Byakuya got roped into it but it worked

Makoto has rainbow loom

Atua forgives you

anyway YEAH LEGIT?

Hina has fully and thoroughly fallen in love with all of her friends and classmates’ expressions whenever they’re talking about something that excites them omg 🥺

she sees someone rambling and having a good time and hears the enthusiastic pitch of their voice as well as the general Vibe™️ that they’re giving off and she just???? [Y E A R N]

:)

and also just???? her and taka being study buddies is so valid oh my god??? they’re really close because of it!!! And Taka always loves hanging out with her because he knows she’ll let him just Talk??? and he adores that about her????? And she’ll be ENGAGED which!!!!!! oh my god!!!!?????

hi in this house we love and adore hina

And Sakura and Mondo???? absolutely?????

they have friendly competitions over who can lift the most weights/do the most reps/etc. (they do it sparingly, ofc! bc Sakura at least knows that they’ll both be subconsciously trying to beat the other as opposed to listening to what their bodies need in the moment. Sakura is the single braincell of class 78 no I won’t take it back because it’s true)

and they totally doooooo like they both get such cute loveydovey pining expressions whenever it’s Their Turn™️ to discuss the latest cute thing their partner(s) did. and listening to the other talking???? oh my god it’s literally the neatest thing????

Sakura looking at Mondo: I would die for this man

Mondo looking at Sakura: this woman is literally beauty and perfection in human form

THEY’RE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS OKAY???

also chihiro joins them for training sometimes!!!! She obviously isn’t able to do as much as the other two are, but both Sakura and Mondo are always so proud of her progress??? They’re like “you are so cool and strong do you know that??? you better know that”

and speaking of chihiro hdbdvdvdvdvdvdvdvd on GOD Leon will Not leave them alone abt it and they’re just like

“y....you do NOT have the attention span,.......you’re gonna get frustrated within like the first five minutes......and then I’ll have done all that work for nothing..............”

but Leon’s >:( no I won’t!!!! music is my Passion!!!!!!!!

so it’s like *sigh* okay

and anyway leon genuinely does rlly like it???? like he gets burned out very easily and can only compose things in short bursts, but he’s always so so so proud of the finished products??? (Even if nobody else likes it but shush 😌)

and it makes chihiro :D to know that something she made (even if it was done with reluctance) has brought one of her closest friends so much happiness????? she’s also like good for Leon but also if he ever bothers them about something like that again they are Literally Going to Snap but that’s another story for another day vwv

AND YEAH LIKE. HE DOESN’T MIND TALKING TO HER ABT MUSIC IN GENERAL BECAUSE IT’S AN INTEREST THEY SHARE (quite possibly one of the only times they will have a conversation without one constantly insulting the other ❤️) BUT. ADMITTING TO HER THAT HE NEEDS HELP WITH IT IS THE WORST HE HATES IT HE HATES IT HSBDBSBD

god okay so. his first impression of her when they had just come to hope’s peak and met for the first time was “oh my god!!! she’s a pop idol!!! so she must know a lot about music!!! maybe she’ll help me become a popular musician!!!” and her immediate reaction when she first heard him ask was to literally roll her eyes and he was like oh okay fuck her actually

and then slow burn enemies-to-friends 💛

WHEBDVSVS CELESTE AND BYAKUYA JUST BEING RICH ASSHOLES IS SO FUNNY??? LIKE THEY HAVE WEALTH SOLIDARITY AND THEY ACT ALMOST LIKE alright your status makes you worthy of my time, I suppose-

they’ve had bets on everything from how many times kirigiri will pass out from exhaustion by the end of the school day, to how long it’ll take before Kirumi finally Loses Her Shit, to how many people will be harmed by Komaeda’s luck while hanging out with him.

Mfs about to die smh

and dhdbwvwbsvwvwb yeah like??? sometimes a normal conversation with maizono will turn into her being like “yeah, and by the way, if you’re looking for a change of style and wardrobe, you should check out the newest shirt my band just released as part of our merch drop, and-”

Makoto is the one who gets baited into her merch ads most often sndbsbsbdbdbw

even mentioning the word “merch” around Leon or Kaz will earn her a lot of groaning and sighing, and occasionally a pillow or other soft object being hurled at her face 💛

oh my god they all have a manicure spa day,,,,,,,class bonding 🥺

hdbdvdvdv they got Jill to break into his dorm and kidnap him ngl like the specifics they gave her were something along the lines of “use as much force as you need to without killing him” and she was like “DONE”

and okay I’m not gonna talk abt everyone’s nails but now I’m thinking about it and like-

Sayaka gets like a lighter violet background with gold and white stars smattered around them, more concentrated in some areas than others, and it’s generally very pretty 🥺

chihiro’s are a different solid pastel color on each finger!!! it’s very kidcore and fun and they love it so muchhhh!!!

leon gets a little self-conscious when it’s his turn because his nails are highkey disgusting from all the time he spends playing baseball - there’s dirt trapped under them and everything so he’s just like hhhhhhh anxiety go brrrr but anyway he gets solid black because he’s edgy and cool like that 😎

I think Taka gets a French manicure with little dark red flowers pressed towards the tips because!!! simple yet pretty!!!

Celeste probably takes the longest because her request is sooooo complicated like it’s black and red and long ass acrylics with overlapping patterns and everyone else just kinda sits there feeling h o r r i b l e for that poor nail stylist

Toko gets a checkerboard pattern, with each nail having a different neon color in place of white!!! Because she knows that Jill will find it cool and pretty and colorful the next time she fronts (visual stimming jill?? 👀)

Togami just picks whatever will get him out of the chair quickest hdbsvdvdvdbdbdb

anyway Makoto????? rainbow loom????? absolutely

he has so many bracelets!!!!! so many so many so many and he knows how to create such a wide variety of styles it’s so cool!!!!!! he wears a bunch of them at any given time because they are so fun to fidget with!!!! and rubber texture hvvvvhvv!!!!

and he creates personalized ones for his friends, too, like he knows their favorite colors and sometimes picks up on whether they prefer a certain style or not from the way they react to the other ones he’s made and it’s!!! just so neat!!!!!

I’m thinking about it and!!! he has a bi pride fishtail, a trans pride arrow stitch, a black and neon green railroad, a pastel pink/blue/purple/yellow ladder, a jelly yellow and green dragon scale, a rainbow double cross, and a bunch more!!! he also has a bunch with charms and beads added into them!!!!

He also makes them for his friends even if he knows they won’t wear them!! Like Toko, for example, isn’t the biggest fan of jewelry because she doesn’t like the texture, but he creates one for her anyway and fills it with so much love (it looks like a daisy chain!!!! because at least she’ll be able to look at it and hold it and still be interested in it without it needing to be on her wrist!!!)

he makes a ton of bright colored ones for Mukuro (usually either single or inverted fishtail because he knows she wouldn’t enjoy wearing anything too heavy or overbearing) so that she has more mobile visual stims!!!

similar for Jill!! although most of hers tend to be black and bright neon rainbow in various bulkier styles!!!! Jill will also force him to let her look at his bracelet-covered arm whenever they hang out because. my god,,,,,,so many Colors™️

he’s found that togami prefers black and white simpler styles, and that Kyoko absolutely adores singles, fishtails, and double fishtails in any shade of purple, and that Mondo likes any of the larger styles in darker colors + blacks and grays!!! Chihiro loves anything with jelly and glitter bands!!!

Leon usually only wears one at a time, but he cycles through every single one that his boyfriend’s ever made for him because????? GOD they’re so cool and his boyfriend is so crafty and incredible and just,,,,,,,,,hvvvhvv every time he looks at the one he’s wearing he’s able to calm himself down and remember that Makoto loves him........it’s also very good for stim and fidgeting <3

anyways sorry yes Makoto with a rainbow loom is filling me with serotonin and it’s canon now

[flowers-of-io]

#10 Blood

Read it on AO3 here

You put the gun into your mouth To bite the bullet and spit out Cause it's running in the family All the rituals of you and me

Eris Morn stares at the pyramid, sharp against the backdrop of Jupiter peeking out from behind the horizon. It is dawning on Io. Asher is standing by her side, silent in horror and fury, and wonder. His human hand is clenched into a fist and the Vex one shudders convulsively.

“I’m going down there,” she says, her voice ringing loudly in the deafening silence.

“You’re in a rush to your grave I see.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the pyramid.

“If I don’t, we all will find ourselves there even sooner.” She pulls out a dagger and begins making her way down the cliff. Asher does not try to talk her out of it; he knows her well enough to acknowledge it is no use.

“Eris.” Instead, he tosses her his shotgun. Their eyes meet and a comfortable silence lingers between them for a while, until she finally nods and turns towards the cliffside.

He watches her disappear in the distance and, knowing she cannot hear it—though it would make no difference if she could—says quietly, “Be safe.”

*

Fiddling with the radio knobs, Asher tries to contain his panic. Because fear is unreasonable, he murmurs to himself, because it obscures his vision, because they are all—every single damn one of them—utter morons; because how irredeemable of an idiot must you be to as much as consider such a fool’s errand worthy of your time and resources? Because they are fools, fools with no brain and blood on their hands, putting lives at stake in the same stupid way and expecting a different result—

A signal pierces through the static. Asher catches his breath.

“—do not let the atrocities of Crota haunt you. Whatever this is, we will not let the tragedies of our past repeat—”

He slams his open palm against the table so hard the radio trembles. Idiots! Have they truly learned nothing, are they truly expecting to miraculously work out by the golden rule of fortune favouring fools? Oh, now they have brought tanks, that will surely turn the tide!

But even through his ire, he cannot help but listen to the distant gunshots and scarce commands. He tries so hard to keep from hoping, because hope is a fool’s errand and only ever makes things harder. Too well does he know the pang of guilt every time a frantic call for support shakes the airwaves he is listening in on; his body stirs, ready to get up and rush to aid, but he cannot, all he would ever do is listen to the cries of anguish and lists of casualties read out monotonously long into the night. Both remorse and self-pity swirl together like sugar crystals in stirred tea as his hand twitches, as he almost reaches out to kill the signal but always holds himself back.

It is hours later when the battle dies down. From the scraps of dispatches and commands it seems the calamity has been avoided, and Asher leans back in his chair with weariness matching that of a field-bound solider. His radio picks up on the chatter of post-fight reports, Ikora talking so fast it is barely comprehensible, someone’s response driven out by the hum of static

Even through the interference, he recognises the voice and fights back a sigh of relief so profound he can almost feel tears in his eyes.

“Good to know you are still alive,” he barks into the comms, as dryly as he can muster; both glad and angry and acknowledging none of these emotions.

“Asher,” Eris breathes, “I’m sorry… I could not—”

“Are you allowing this buffoonery?”

“It was a Vanguard operation,” she says with a hint of bitterness, “but there is something entirely more terrible here—something ancient. What we have forgotten the fear of. The storm rumbling overhead.”

“Remain clear in your purpose, then.” He closes his eyes. “But do not… succumb to it.”

A long moment of silence settles between them, static cracking, before she responds.

“I have seen the Dreaming City, cousin.” There is both sorrow and wonder in her voice, as if she was telling a fairytale. “One day, I will take you there.”

 *

 “Have you seen the Traveler yet?”

Asher cocks his head, looking up from the piece of fossil he is turning in his hands. Eris is staring straight into the distance, at the aurora-painted skies and the colossus of Jupiter, and the majestic Cradle below it. Unmoving, save for the thick black flow down her cheeks.

“No.” He follows her gaze, taking in the unearthly cyan glow of the evening sweeping over Io. Distant geysers are but white streaks against the background of the star-specked blanket of sky. After a short, tentative silence, he adds, “I don’t think I will.”

Eris’ eyes flick to him, the briefest glance before they turn back to gaze at the horizon, “I heard it’s magnificent and heartbreaking. A shattered chalice of Light.”

Asher watches the swirling fumes rising up, up towards the skies. He can almost feel its radiance from the distance, prickling against his skin and warming his core. Is not Io just that, he thinks, a shattered chalice filled to overflow, rivers of brightness spilled and still trailing between its rocks?

“Have you seen it?” He asks despite knowing the answer.

She shakes her head. The City is a fickle lover, loud and kaleidoscope-changing. Some things are fit to be adored from the distance.

“It gives me hope,” she says softly after a while, and the glow of her eyes flickers. “How it maimed itself to shatter the cage, broken and radiant.”

Asher thinks bitterly how fitting it is that she has moved to the Moon, to poke and prod and taunt the darkness that marred her out of something more than burning vengeance. He is all too aware of the Pyramidion’s angular shape behind his back.

They sit in the cyan glow, two broken and radiant things on yellow sandstone, and the silence between them is dim and warm like the swelling night.

 *

 On the day Oryx falls, Eris stumbles into his quarters trembling like an aspen leaf. It is late, only a few windows in the Tower still aglow, and the City engulfed in the uneasy slumber of a battle raging overhead. But she has felt him die in the inmost depths of her core, and the shudder which tore through the cosmos in that moment left no room for doubts.

Asher makes her tea she is too nauseous to drink and curls up on the sofa with a book in a nest of blankets and pillows. She just watches the Traveler, bright and absurdly gentle against the horrors of this night.

“I dread the next step,” she says quietly.

“Take comfort in this triumph, if nothing else.” The soft rustle of flipping a page seems deafening in the stillness of the room. “You did kill a god today.”

“And what good did it bring?” The words are out before she can stop them; she knows it is a wrong question to ask. She knows she should keep her eyes fixed on the purpose. Yet she allows herself a second of bitter grief, of Eriana’s face etched silver in her mind and the itch of tears streaming down her scarred cheeks.

“Is the path you’re walking worthy of your fear?”

The question shakes her out from the stupor. She turns to meet his gaze, fixed on her from above the book.

“Yes.”

“Then walk it.”

The next time she sees him is in the hospital.

 *

 It is a lovely autumn, painting the Tower plaza red and yellow in an eternal sunset, leaves dancing in the air as gusts of wind pull them into a waltz. Eris can see the trees from her hospital window but their beauty frightens her, the effortlessness with which their branches sway and shimmer in the sunlight just another punch of realisation how nothing will ever be good and safe and beautiful again. It takes her three weeks to start speaking again, yet everybody is quick to shun her when she begins talking of the Hellmouth. Only Ikora stays, teary-eyed, tending to the burns on her head and limbs and examining the amputated toe, swallowing Eris’ every word like poison that soaks into her bloodstream with toxin of woe.

Asher does not cry, does not look away with disgust-laced pity. He makes her tea and the first proper meal she has eaten since leaving the hospital, sits down across the table and watches her with scientific curiosity. He does not negate the change, but there is no condescending sympathy in how he looks at her eyes and scars and patchy skin. And most of all, he allows her to talk; and when she finally finds the strength to begin, she cannot bear to stop. Words spill out of her like the black tears from her eyes, rotten and terrible, as she claws furiously at her core to scrub them off, to cleanse herself of the putrid stench of death clinging to her bones. He grounds her with practical questions, his matter-of-factness comfortingly familiar. It calms her when she starts shaking and losing her grip, a constant to hold on to against the deafening howl of her own twisted thoughts.

He lets her shuffle through his books and lie on his floor and does not ask whether her eyes hurt. He goes on as normal; even when she startles at every sudden noise and bleeds ink over his sofa throw, when she is whispering to herself and scratching at the scars on her skin. He just leans over the table, passing her a sheet of half translated text. He has been trying to decipher the Cabal language and wants her to take a look.

She is grateful.

 *

 “I do not advise this.”

Eris cocks an eyebrow at him, “I expected stronger words.”

Her glance is bold behind the veil of steam from the cup of tea she is holding, the feignedness almost undetectable. But her fingers are stiff and pale, clutching the porcelite like a lifeline, and her foot bobs nervously under the table; and when Asher meets her gaze, she looks away.

“I thought of Eriana as of someone possessing as much as half a braincell.” He stirs his own tea meticulously. “I understand she is grieving, but this idea is ridiculous. Dragging you to die together down there will not return Wei to her.”

“As long as Crota lives, no one is safe. This is not just about vengeance.”

“And what makes you think you two can achieve what thousands of Guardians failed to?”

She hates the disdain in his voice, the judgemental glare he is flashing her across the table. Like an older brother deriding a bratty sister.

“There isn’t just the two of us.” She leans forward, narrowing her eyes. Challenging him. “Sai and Vell are more than willing to crush Crota. Knowing Omar, I think he’ll join in gladly. Mare Imbrium took its toll on more than just Eriana, you know.”

“Mare Imbrium was a Titan’s tomfoolery,” Asher raises the cup to his mouth in an annoyingly dragged-out gesture. “We knew nothing about the Hive. Nothing about the weapons they used. Now we’re only beginning to scratch the surface, and frankly, I do not like what I’m finding.”

Eris crosses her arms, “Toland says—"

“Toland!” He smacks the cup against the saucer so rapidly the tea spills out. “You... Out of all the people, all the wretched charlatans in this bloody system… You’ve come to him?!”

“He knows more than you think.”

“He will lead you there to die smiling all the way through!”

Eris’ silver-grey eyes turn to steel. She bares her teeth like an angry animal about to strike, “What would you have me do, then? Get over it? Over Aparajita, and Gunnvor, and Jagi, and Lee? Over Wei? They died to reclaim the Moon. We owe them to continue the fight!”

“Don’t mistake idiocy for bravery, Eris.”

“Stop doing that.” Asher raises his eyebrow, and she adds, “Talking to me like to a child.”

“You act like one.”

Eris springs up, her chair swinging backward and nearly falling to the floor. Her hand itches to stab him where it hurts the most, to ask him where he was while she watched the corpses of her friends scattered over Lunar rocks. To tell him to sit on his ass in this damn library and keep lying to himself he is being useful. Her love for him boils and burns, and the bland disapproval on his face feels like a searing brand stamped on her with an iron rod.

She storms off, turning back at the door to give him one final, furious glare. Her eyes well up with angry tears, and it is the last time Asher sees them.

 *

 Fiddling with the radio knobs, Asher tries to contain his panic. Because fear is unreasonable, he murmurs to himself, because it obscures his vision, because they are all—every single damn one of them—utter morons; because how irredeemable of an idiot must you be to as much as consider such a fool’s errand worthy of your time and resources? Because they are fools, fools with no brain and blood on their hands, putting lives at stake in a stupid way and expecting to—

A signal pierces through the static. Asher catches his breath. Even through the interference, he recognises the voice and fights back a sigh of relief so profound he can almost feel tears in his eyes.

“—call for retreat! I repeat, this is Eris Morn of unit eight-three-seven. I have lost a third of my cohort, I call for retreat! We are dying out here!”

She is alive, for now. He picked up on Conar and Pujari earlier, the former badly wounded and packed up on an evac shuttle; Vell is still kicking somewhere out there too—stupid Titan—yelling curses interrupted by bullets into the comms. Dropping dead, getting rezzed, cursing again.

But even through his ire, Asher cannot help but listen to the distant gunshots and scarce commands. He tries so hard to keep from hoping, because hope is a fool’s errand and only ever makes things harder. He knows well that by the time the battle dies down, there will have been hundreds of Ghostless and dead and nonresponding, and he will have swallowed just as many I-told-you-so’s down his throat. He is furious, furious and mournful for the lives lost, and guilty for the warmth of his apartment and the untouched mug of now-cold tea. He should not have gone there, he is right to have stayed, yet every sound of battle is like a prick of conscience—making him wonder ever so briefly if this had been a life only just snuffed out, one he could have, possibly, saved.

 *

 The smell of smouldered flesh is still strong in the air when Eris lowers her hands, the storm of Light around her subsiding. What is left of the ahamkara are wind-scattered ashes, strangely silent after the recent din of hurricane and whispers. Ikora pokes them with the barrel of her rifle; her face intent, wary. They hardly ever go down easily.

But all is quiet. A breeze rustles Eris’ hair gently, a welcome respite from the humidity of Venusian jungles, and after a minute of fraught silence Ikora looks up and her eyes soften.

“Looks like we’re done here,” she slings the weapon over her shoulder and summons a Sparrow, “If we’re quick, we can make it for dinner.”

Eris still watches the ashes, the breeze sweeping them gently across the terrain. When Ikora calls after her, she nods absently and turns away; the hand in her pocket tightening around a shard of bone that seems to fit perfectly into her palm.

Back in her room, she lies on her back and stares up at it, fingers caressing the jags and curves of its surface. It is beautiful and ancient. She thinks briefly about embedding it in silver, creating a jewellery piece or ceremonial weapon, but then rejects the notion. She will wrap it in leather and place in her locker, safe under layers of cloth and paper, her ultimate safeguard.

She falls asleep with her fingers clasped tightly around it, and dreams of sunshine and marketplace chatter, of silvery laughter and stalls full of fruits red and fresh like the sunrise.

 *

 “Praedyth complained about you.”

“Oh did he,” Asher does not look up from the book he is slouched over, the unkept mess of alabaster hair giving in to gravity and falling over his face. “He tires me.”

Eris’ lips quirk slightly upwards as she reaches for their shared bottle of liquor. It is a cheap Moscato, sweet and sickly-aromatic, and in the afternoon sun flooding the rooftop they have perched upon it looks like molten gold. “What do you think of this hunt anyway?”

“By the way they’re approaching it? I’m surprised there have been no casualties yet.”

“Osiris and Tallu were arguing about it yesterday. He said he didn’t approve of genociding an entire species.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Asher hums and dogears a page.

She regards him sternly, sunlight gilding her hair and flickering on the hilts of her sheathed knives. “They are extremely dangerous.”

“Every power is when you abuse it.”

“But not every power can make you abuse it.”

She has a point and Asher hates it, but he deems the matter unworthy of butting heads over it any longer. It would not deter Fairwind and Saint anyway, even if Osiris shared his rightful concerns. He closes the book and sits straighter, running a hand through his hair absently.

“With their Wei Ning mentality, all this ‘hunt’ is gonna be is a brawl.” He shoots her a weighty glance, “And of course you’ll join in on the folly.”

“The knowledge they possess—”

“Oh don’t give me that,” his hand outstretches in a demanding gesture, and as Eris passes him the bottle, his features soften, “It would be a waste if you died.”

 *

 Sunlight flickers between City buildings, slipping through the balcony fences and strings of garlands stretched above streets. The market square is swarming with people; the colours of awnings over the stalls and fruits stacked in crates are vibrant and loud and heavy with summer’s daze. Ripe-sweet scent of blooming flowers lingers in the air.

A little girl ducks under her mother’s arm and starts squeezing through the crowd—as she runs, the yellows and reds and grey cobblestone all flash past and come colliding when a stall or a body suddenly sprouts in front of her. She rams into it laughing, and zaps away before the surprised rebuke has a chance to reach her.

“Wait for me!” A boy calls after her, struggling to keep up. She does not stop until they are blocks away from the marketplace, away from the clamour and swirling crowds, by an old boathouse on the bank of the river. The heat is more bearable here, and the sunshine glimmers on the surface like stardust. The girl looks up the weathered planks, squinting.

“I’m gonna climb the roof.”

“You’re gonna break your legs.”

“I don’t care.” She already has one foot in a knothole. “Stay down here, if you want to miss the view.”

The boy crosses his arms, watching her try to find a handhold. Bravery and idiocy are indistinguishable in their small world, when the most courageous thing you can do is grin through the hurt and claim the height of the fall was worth it.

“Will you come down when I call you?” He asks, with just the tiniest hint of anxiety to his tone.

She glances at him and for a flicker there is some eager honesty in her eyes—or just the bright, reckless innocence of a child.

“I always will.”

[themysteryofwriting]

Trapped

TW: kidnapping, panic attack, flashbacks, claustrophobia, implied pranking, implied fighting

Virgil should have known better than to listen to one of Remus’ ideas when his, and Thomas’, anxiety was high.

But it wasn’t like he hadn’t done this countless times before back when they were both on the dark side.   And besides pranking the others generally tended to be fun so he didn’t seem any wrong with joining in again.

Apparently, Remus was bored and had decided to prank Roman again.  Virgil figured it would be fun.

How wrong he would be

“So what exactly is your plan here,” Virgil asked Remus, wanting to know exactly what he was getting into.

“Wellllll, I’m still working out a lot of the details, but I figure we can spring something on him in the imagination.”

“...Is it a good idea for me to go into the imagination,” Virgil asked, not really scared, but he had heard a lot of stories from Roman about stuff that could go on there.

“Naaah, we’ll be fine Virgie,” Remus exclaimed before he started pulling him towards the imagination, probably to track down Roman.

“If you say so Remus,” Virgil sighed, ignoring the feeling that started forming in his gut. He’d been dragged to the imagination plenty of times by both twins anyways, there was nothing that said this time would be any different.

To be fair, none of them were expecting to have a run-in with the Dragon Witch.  

Now first, it should be made clear that while Roman and Remus fought the Dragon Witch a lot, she wasn’t evil.  That didn’t mean that the three wouldn’t do things to try to give themselves an advantage.

And a hostage would be the perfect advantage for the Dragon Witch.   And Virgil did have close connections to both Remus and Roman.  Making Virgil the perfect hostage.

Virgil had just been chatting with Remus as they looked around for Roman, Remus spouting out possible ideas for the prank depending on how where Roman was in the imagination when Virgil felt a chill wash over him and a dark chuckle arose from behind him.

“I didn’t know you’d be bringing a friend with you today, my dear Duke,” a voice rang out creepily, sending another shiver down Virgil’s back.

Remus cursed loudly and looked over towards Virgil.  “Get out of here, I’ll try to hold her back!”

Virgil nodded, not sure who the fuck that was, but felt like he needed to get out of there now so he started running.

Apparently, neither Virgil nor Remus had the braincell, not that Remus ever had it, because they both forgot the Dragon Witch could fly.  Virgil turned to run but before he made it too far he felt himself being picked up as Remus started cursing again.  Virgil struggled but didn’t have any luck.

“Unless you can somehow fly, I’d advise against struggling,” the dragon witch hummed.  “This is mainly to mess with the twin royals and I’d prefer not to hurt you.”

Virgil glancing down and seeing how high up he was, making his stomach drop slightly, realized his kidnapper was right.  If he fell from here he’d most likely end up losing his form for a few days.  And that was never pretty.  So he stopped struggling.

Virgil could practically hear the smile on the Dragon Witch’s face.  “Good, I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Virgil wasn’t so sure that would be the case as he noticed they were approaching some sort of castle.  Virgil was sure this couldn’t be any good, which was only confirmed after they landed and the Dragon Witch started dragging him to a cell. The second Virgil realized what she was doing, he began struggling again.  He didn’t want to put in there.  He didn’t know if it was small enough to trigger….those memories but he didn’t want to risk it.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Witch was stronger than he was so she was able to succeed.  She easily placed Virgil in the cell before locking the door.  The cell seemed barely big enough to comfortably hold the twins  “Don’t worry about trying to escape, I’ve made it so the twins can’t get out of there,” she hummed before walking away.

Virgil glanced around the cell, feeling the anxiety start to rise.  The cell was already feeling rather small.  Virgil started purposely slowing his breathing to keep calm.  He was sure the twins would be here and rescue him soon.

That didn’t stop the fact that every time Virgil glanced around the room he flashed back to back then.  

Back then being before he was accepted.  The time where whenever he had a panic attack his room would try to crush, making the crushing feeling of a panic attack increase.  

But that didn’t matter now.  He wasn’t in his room.

He wasn’t there.

So why did it still feel like one wrong move and it would be just like all the times he had been trapped there.  Virgil didn’t even realize when his breathing started picking up. He did realize when he didn’t notice his surroundings anymore, getting brought back to then.

To all the times before, to his room closing in around him.  All of the times he was trapped and couldn’t even call out for help.

 Virgil wasn’t even sure how long he was there before he started hearing distant yelling.  He couldn’t make it out, but it did help to slowly bring his out of the flashback, especially as it began getting closer.

“You could have kept him literally anywhere else, but you kept him one of the places that was going to give him a fucking panic attack,” Virgil heard Remus yelling  

“It’s not like I knew it would,” the Dragon Witch yelled back.

He could hear them arguing more but Virgil’s focus was drawn to the prince in front of him.

“You with us Stormcloud,” Roman asked softly.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily Prince Charmless.”

Roman rolled his eyes slightly as he offered a hand out for Virgil.

“I don’t think I’m coming back to the imagination any time soon,” Virgil said as he took it, taking Roman’s help to get up.

“Understandable Emo,” Roman said, “Glad to see that you’re okay though.  Never thought she’d grab one of you to mess with us.”

“Eh, I’m fine now,” Virgil said.  That may have been a lie, but he would be fine in a bit, once he was in the common room of course.

Fortunately for Virgil, it seemed Roman believed him.  “I’ll get you back to the common room once I make sure Remus doesn’t commit a murder.”

“You go do that Princey,” Virgil said.

Roman nodded and got up, Virgil watching him go.

….Roman didn’t need to know how badly that had really shaken him.

[icharchivist]

Thank you for answering the previous asks and hope you're prepared!

How much, out of ten, are you of each winter troupe member?

Have a good day :3c

ahah thank you for doing that all the way!

and oh boy i thought i was prepared but turns out-

okay notewise.:

Tsumugi: 7/10, Tasuku: 3/10, Homare: 4/10 Hisoka: 9.5/10, Azuma: 10/10, Guy: 6/10

(if you're supprised Azuma is actually my ultimate kin and it's not Hisoka: congratz i fooled all of u. the only reason i don't have an Azuma icon is that i genuinely think he looks too sexy in some arts and it doesn't feel Me despite everything else. The more u know.)

And. i need to warn that i went much more into personal details for Hisoka and Azuma under the cut to the point where it may be overwhelming. And that Azuma's entry alone is 2.1k words long. What the fuck me.

Relating to team "we have so much trauma" is going to be so much fun.

coughs, anyway take care :3c

(Links: Spring, Summer, Autumn , Winter ranking)

Winter my beloved, this is going to be a normal, non emotional ranking at all.

Tsumugi: 7/10 I relate to his lack of confidence, and the way he gave up on everything he loved when his spirit was crushed (re what I was talking about with my Kumon rant). On my down time I did study a bit of psychology and though I wouldn’t put myself at the same level as a psy student I’m often told I read people mostly in an accurate way so I can relate to that. I can use my powers for Evil like nudging people in some direction or knowing where to attack, but I am super aware of that and I’ve been extra conscious about not having it happen again for over ten years now DLKFJDLF (Azuma is kinda like that too). But yeah the fact he is like that too makes it relatable.

I also think that the whole “feeling you fucked up and took all the responsibility when a friendship broke apart” is also something very relatable. So is “ghosting your friends after that”. I relate to the fact he’s a nerd too. I relate to him more than not but I guess I just removed points because of how while I relate to specificities the whole thing doesn’t connect as much as it could?

Tasuku: 3/10 he’s probably the one I relate the least to. I honestly didn’t understand Tasuku much until Nocturnality on my first read, and it’s only then that things clicked. Legit I saw him the way Azuma saw him dLKFJDKFJDF. But I do feel it relatable that he feels responsible for failing his friend and that he took it upon himself to try to read more into how people are behaving to try to prevent it from happening again. But else he’s. genuinely not like me KDJFKLDFJDFL

Homare: 4/10 mhmm. I think I relate to the way he is passionate and how much he genuinely loves. I also relate to the fact he is pretty analytic, though the details of what makes his struggles are not something I relate to easily. I have felt broken before, I was told i was broken or unfit in some ways, so this particular pain is something I completely understand. I also did use to be an artist and a writer so I can relate to that passion of his, although as I mentioned in others ranking *shrugs*. That said he’s very much more exuberant and confident than I am and I would assume I know how to deal with people emotionally a bit more.

Hisoka: 9.5/10 oh boy where to start. This is going to be a tough one to get into without getting extremely personal. To start with, I’m a sleepy baby. I sleep a lot DLKJFDF though not much at night. I used to fall asleep in class all the time my friends had to always be on the watch out for me. I don’t have much energies. I love plushy and I love being comfortable in some places. I also really love sweets tho not as much as him. I also do care ways too much for my specific plushies and pillows (I do have huge penguins plushies too).

I, too, have memories issues, though of course to a lesser extend. I have a lot of trauma and for a lot of them I ended up getting fuzzy memories. I used to be in a pretty toxic environment where I constantly had to make use of my memory to survive, and so when my memory started failing me, I was terrified. My parents gaslight me all the time and pretends a lot of things that happened didn’t happen and that I’m crazy for believing it happened, so the moment my memory started to fail me I started to panic a lot. It terrified me to not being completely sure whenever I could trust myself or not. It made me feel extremely unreliable. It’s still something I struggle with a lot.

This would have been my answer pre-awakening moon at least. I always related to him to some degree so Awakening moon was a slap in the face in a way I wasn’t ready to deal with, and this is where I have to be uncomfortably personal.

I am the youngest sibling of 3. My eldest sister ran away from home when I was 6, never to be seen again. My other sister resented me because I used to be very close to the eldest and she was jealous about it, and while the reasons were linked to our parents, who were extremely toxic to us and kept us into this toxic environment for years on end, my sister took all her anger out on me. While we’ve discussed it as adults now, our relationships is too strained to fix it nowadays.

It took me a long while – it took me Azuma’s arc actually – to realize that the way I feel for my eldest sister is more akin to grief than to abandon. I don’t even remember her. I don’t remember her and still apparently the way I was close to her was the reason my sibling hold it against me. I couldn’t even remember *why* my sister was mad at me because I don’t even remember being close to my sister that much. All I know is that she left because the situation at home was too toxic. It was.. so messy.

I have. Much more trauma linked to that specifically but that’s the root of something that hit me in the face with Hisoka’s arc. Because I can’t remember a person that disappeared from my life, and yet it was enough for it to break and shape everything I’ve lived through since. I couldn’t even start to talk about how it still impacts me now 20 years later. I’m just now making peace with the fact this was grief. This is the gist of the reason Hisoka’s arc hit me as hard as it did (and the fact that Chikage is actively undoing all the bad things his own grief pushed him to do on Hisoka is the reason Chikage is so compelling to me. My sister could never lol.).

I felt also that I had to take all the responsibilities for what happened. I felt like I could make things easier for the family after this trauma, at the rip age of 7, and no one stopped to think maybe a child shouldn’t have to be dealing with a collective family trauma like this. But well. Here we are.

I relate to the fact Hisoka also struggles to accept everything that happened. And that now he’s trying to make things better for others people he can relate to. It’s so… complicated.

Also I can’t forget the fact Hisoka tried to kill himself and :/ as someone who has had a lot of suicidal idealization in my life this really hit a lot harder than it should have.

In general I would just say that socially I’m not really like him except with people I’m comfortable with teasing. Hisoka can be a little too rude and it’s where I can’t relate lol. But otherwise man I care him so much I feel so seen. I’m just removing 0.5 points for that and I don’t give him full mark because of what I’ll explain next.

Azuma: 10/10 This one is going to be a trip. It’s about twice the length of the Hisoka’s rant. Mister took me by the throat too. As I think it’s clear now I cannot relate to the fact he genuinely loved his family and how much his family cared for him. Yet I relate… to about everything else.

On the surface I do think I seem more approachable and easy to talk with. I try to be the kindest person I can be, to not be judgmental. I’m conflict avoidant, just like he can be, and if I’m annoyed with someone I’m muuuuch more likely to use passive aggressiveness like he does with Tasuku when he’s pissed at him. (sidenote: I do find it funny that Tasuku was the only character I really felt I didn’t get until Nocturnality, while Azuma was having the exact same problem, and then he became one of my fav the moment it clicked. Azuma is my braincell.)

More often than not, there’s a smile on my face and I try to be soft in the way I can be. I’m generally pretty calm, I’ve been told I was soothing, or give good hugs, this sort of stuff.

Now onto the heavy stuff.

I have a lot of nightmares and night terrors linked to a lot of my traumas. I’m honestly scared sometimes to go to sleep ^^”. But in general, if Hisoka reflects a lot of a personal trauma and how it would personally affect me, Azuma reflects a lot on how I would behave with others people in general and especially when I’m unwell. I’ve coped most of my life with, everything that happened to me, by just. Trying to keep people at armlength. I don’t want to let people close to me, especially irl. Discussing all of that online gives me a distance that allows me to discuss it but, I remember in high school I was going through very bad things, and a few years later I was hanging out with a friend and I happened to open up about those things. And she was going livid because, she had known me for what, 6 years at that point? And she never knew any of this. We talked a lot then, we were close, but she never knew all those things about me until years later. It kinda scared her because to her I was always a sweet and cheerful person and she never expected that I was doing this badly. I remember then she brought up something we discussed back in a party with many of our others friends from high school and similarly they were all. “how did we never know any of this.”. Seeing Azuma in Nocturnality kinda brought me back to that convo tbh LKDJFLKDFJFD.

But I’m good at pretending I’m closer to people than they think. I’m an excellent listener. A lot of my friends tended to rely on me as the person they could talk about their problems to. I used to do it much more back then but I also used to pour a lot of energy trying to make it easier for people, solving their problems. Full on Therapist Friend:tm:. It does help that, as I said with Tsumu, I have basis in psychology so sometimes some observations I can make help much more than expected. Just like Azu tbh lol.

Oh also I am cuddly with my friends in general. I’m super touch starved but also to the point I feel uncomfortable to seek hugs because I just don’t get any on a normal basis and my body isn’t used, but I’m super cuddly and when I’m with my closest friends I’m like a koala.

And it gives people the impression to people that I’m very close to them because I know them well, and I know the ins and outs of why they behave the way they do. But. I kinda feel like it’s one sided more than not. And it’s all because of me, because I keep my walls up very high and it means people don’t generally expect that I’m hiding things.

I’m good at distracting too. I don’t relate to how flirty Azuma is but I keep seeing it as him distracting others. It’s flattering, and just embarrassing enough that the person ends up dropping whatever they may be pressing on Azuma to talk about. And, while not with flirting, I do that a lot, especially using compliments like that. (That said my kindness or teasing has been misinterpreted as flirting before DLKFJDLKF I’m trying to be extra conscious about not having that misunderstanding happen nowadays but man it happened a lot).

Azuma knows a lot of people, and has been supporting a lot of people, but he doesn’t let people in as much.

And a lot of it is linked to his own sense of grief. Of the fact he has lost so much he can’t afford to go through the pain of losing something again, so he distances himself from it before it can hurt. And I do that a lot.

I mentioned in the previous rant but it’s seeing Azuma’s arc that made me understand how much it’s more grief than abandon that makes it so hard for me to move on. And a part of me kinda just. Grieves the family I could never have, the normal life I wish I could have lived and clang too all of my life. When Azuma told Guy “I was always so lonely. Everyone had families they could take for granted but I had no one.” Oh my god it destroyed me. And how he mentions just afterward that while he has new people to rely on, it couldn’t change the fact he was still feeling this pain of losing his family and it just. Man. Might be crying right now.

It’s like… I think the reason I especially related to that is that, in therapy I’ve often discussed my problems in the lenses of neglect and abandon but the problem with that lenses is that, at least with the therapists I had, they tend to focus on the fact that therefore I /must/ be still yearning for them to change and turn around, like I could change something. But I don’t. I was resigned at some point. And it’s really only when I read that that I felt this exact resignation I have been feeling all that time. I think I mentioned once how reading a3 felt like going one step toward recovery I didn’t know I could get and this was exactly the scene I meant. It legit took a weight off my heart that i've been carrying for decades. It was the strangest feeling in the world.

Anyway more in general too, on top of keeping people at distance, I am also a pro at “suddenly disappearing/ghosting when I get too close and/or have a relapse”. When Azuma starts to pull his relapses like we see in Nocturnality, I see myself. Legit had a friend who read a3 who called me out about that DLKJFDKLFJ. Acting weird like this, closing yourself in like this, coming back to some harmful coping mechanism as a way to connect back with your own self, those are all things I do. And it sucks. Like. The things I put my friends though sucks. But I really can’t help it sometimes.

I’m good at listening and observing, I’m generally good at picking up why people act a certain way, but I’m still very distant. I do everything I can to pretend I’m not distant and generally it fakes an idea of intimacy that I don’t specifically see as such.

And I see all of that in Azuma in ways that are terrifyingly relatable. Another thing Azuma says in this convo with Guy, about how “Everytime I would go to sleep, I would wish the morning would never come” me. Mood. Holy shit. Feel seen. I hate it. Just in general though the way he talks about morning as this terrifying thing is me. Between the night terrors and the fact morning genuinely makes me feel horrible, that’s kinda why I end up oversleeping until the afternoon DLKFJDF Azuma my lord I feel you.

Because of my nightly panic attacks I do try to come up with ways around it mainly by drinking some relaxing tisanes and stuff. Oh and I did have a huge period in life where I HATED being in the sun, and I fucked over all of my melanin because of that. as a kid I would tan very easily, but now the sun hates me as much as I used to hate it. So when Azuma is a drama queen about not wanting to stay in the UV too much I’m just like. How dare you pull out a mirror on me I didn’t ask for this. (also I have been called a vampire by people esp when I was a teen but that’s just how people called edgelords like me. Still. Reo my beloved.)

There is honestly so many little things with Azuma that reminds me of myself like this that it makes me go nuts. If Hisoka is who I relate to in term of specific trauma and how I cope personally, Azuma is more like, the direct physical impact of my trauma on me and the way it makes me relate to others people, as well as just every little behaviors here and there that are just so specific.

One of the only thing I really don’t relate to Azuma about is his love for Alcohol but I think if you replace it with like, my addiction to juice it works out the same.

Oh and, that’s a stupid but funny thing to me, I project hard on how much the reason he keeps his hair long is a form of mental stability for him, because I legit keep my hair long for my own mental stability. I have tied ways too much of my recovery process to my hair that when I see Azuma coping with grief with his hairstyle and how almost cutting it would be him spiraling down, I felt seen.

also i have 0 stamina just like him.

ANOTHER THING is also the fact Azuma is genuinely yearning for connections with people but he spent so much of his life keeping people away that as much as he’s yearning for it, it takes him so long to be able to lower those walls because he’s been so used to keep people away that he can’t reply to this yearning. And the way how, once he actually ends up feeling this bit of vulnerability toward people, he would suddenly shut in like it suddenly scares him? Mood.

One last thing (i promise) (i think) is that, if it wasn't obvious from all my ranting.... So much of myself and the way i view myself is defined by my trauma. I struggle to exactly come to term with my identity in any shape or form that isn't deeply related to my trauma. Even if you asked me what my sexuality is (please don't), my actual answer would be completely shaped by the fact i have so much trauma linked to sexuality, romance and gender, that i don't want to process it at all and can't actually manage to "fit the boxes" because i cannot see myself as something else than my trauma, or explain my feelings without linking it to my trauma. Honestly at times i find it kinda cringeworthy from me because i really, really can't tell about anything about my identity without thinking of my various traumas (i talked about a few of them in those rankings but it's not even the tip of the iceberg for a lot of stuff.) And when i see the way Azuma is in particular, maybe i'm projecting, but i feel like a lot of it is the same. Like not processing his age because if he does it reminds him of how he outlived those he loved (which is an headcanon but com'on.) or how even his hair is linked to his trauma. Or how he doesn't drive because it's linked to his trauma. I feel SO seen.

If it wasn’t for the fact he genuinely loved and was loved by his family, I would have felt exactly the same about everything regarding him.

But I still give him a full mark because the way Azuma’s arc has affected me is beyond any possible words I could use. And also because I legit wrote above 2100 words just on how much I related to Azuma ALONE. Even Hisoka took me 800 WORDS. HELLO. Guy: 6/10 Back to general coping here, Guy isn’t exactly relatable to me except in well. For exemple the ways the others relate to him, especially Hisoka and Azuma. So his memory loss to cope with intense family trauma is relatable to me, the way he can have nightmares and night terrors is also hella relatable to me.

But something that’s more Guy that I relate to is the whole “Step dad kept talking down on him and verbally abusing him until Guy basically completely closed himself in” because man. I won’t elaborate but I’ve really felt from reading that verbal abuse the same way I felt thinking back to how my ex-step dad used to talk to me. It made me so angry on his behalf. And the way he internalized it to cope was something deeply relatable.

Another thing with Guy is the fact that Guy did genuinely believes himself inhuman and tbh there was a time when I was very young where I would catch myself unable to feel a bit of humanity mostly from how I kept shutting myself in. (The reason I don’t relate to it with Homare is that this “inhumanity” was never actually there even if Homare did believe in it. But for Guy he went the extra mile convincing himself to the point where he denied this humanity as far as possible in a self destructive way and :/).

SO YEAH Winter is like. Therapy for me. The problem with “Trauma: The Troupe” is that saying “I relate to the Winter troupe” means “I may have problems and so what.” And it sucks.

if you read that wordvomit, congratulation, was it worth it?

Take care!

[adragonhoardingstories]

Daminette AU (Part 9)

Marinette just hung back with Chloe and watched The Trainwreck happen. 

At first Lila had turned on her, tried to ask her about what they were talking about but she simply told her that it was none of their business. 

It seemed like some of the more sensible people in their class was having their turn with the shared braincell because they rose up against Rossi and started questioning her on her lies. 

That is, until someone interrupted them. "Alright punks, everyone from Paris can shut the hell up, you can solve your issues later. I'm Jason Todd, taking over your tour group and I will not tolerate any lies and slander about my family."

Marinatte blinked at the man she saw and pinched herself. Yep, not a dream. 

He was tall and obviously very bulit, was wearing a leather jacket and rocked a while streak in her hair but most importantly, he was very familiar.

How could she have missed this? 

The Waynes, of which Tim and Jason were part of was not unfamiliar to her. She had switched with Damain several times when he was with his family.

Though, she reasoned, it was mostly when he was in mask that they switched. When they switched outside of masks, Marinette tended to make the swiftest exist so that they didn't see her eyes. That caused that she had barely seen the other family members of Damian. 

Which was also apparently why she hadn't known until then that Jason Todd, Damian's older brother was also her Gotham childhood best friend. 

"Jay-jay?" She couldn't help but ask. 

Jason's head snapped to her, his hand going to his head and wincing. 

He shook his head. 

"Do I know you? I feel - I feel like I know you but I can't remember...from where."

It wasn't strange that he didn't recognize her, she had changed a lot since those days but holding his head and that wince certainly was concerning, notwithstanding of the fact that her magic could see death surrounding him. 

...so much death...he shouldn't even be alive…

She suddenly felt an inexplicable need to cataclysm a clown.

"It's Marinette." She said hesitantly. "You might remember me better as Netta."

He stared at her for a moment before he broke into a grin and the next thing she knew, she was swept up in a bear hug, her feet not even touching the ground. 

"Sunshine! I thought you were dead. You just disappeared one day. Do you know how worried I was? What happened?"

He put her back on the ground and ran a hand through her hair - she had never been so thankful for her new pixie cut. 

"Look at you. You're still so tiny, oh my God, I feel the protective instincts kicking in, I need to find the bubble wrap."

Marinette jokingly punched his stomach, both of them completely oblivious to their bewildered audience. 

"I could kick your ass back then and I can still kick your ass now. Don't try me."

"I don't doubt it." He put his hands up in surrender. "But seriously, what happened all those years ago?" 

"Well 'bout a week before I went missing, there was a murder in Crime Alley, the Stevensons."

"The one who got stabbed like 38 times of something."

"No-no, the one who got shot in the balls."

"Oooh yeah, I remember. That was hilarious." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Well somehow they found out that I was present there around the time of the crimes scene and they picked me. Had to give a statement and all that, except they didn't let me go back. Child services made me end up in Paris. "

"But wait - I was with you that night, how come they didn't come after me?"

"Well they did try to get me to tell them where they could find you but I wasn't gonna rat out my best friend." 

"Aww Sunshine." He hugged her again and she laughed. "Enough about me, how did you end up with the Waynes?"

"Well since I didn't have you spotting me, I ended up getting caught by Bruce trying to steal the tires of his car. It was like a week after I last saw you."

She slowly grinned. "You couldn't even last one week without me." 

He laughed before picking her up and putting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Yes, so don't you dare leave me again. Actually just to be sure, I'm going to kidnap you."

She laughed, not having felt this happy for years, and easily slid out of his grip by vaulting over his shoulders. 

He grinned, turning to look at her, most probably having expected her actions since she never had liked being manhandled. 

"You two know each other?" A very amused voice cut in. She knew that voice. She turned to see one very gleeful Dick Grayson looking at them. 

"Know each other?" Jason laughed while she was just there thinking how pissed Damian was going to be that she met everyone all of his brothers before she did him. "Big Wing, we lived on the streets together, she's literally my partner in crime."

She had almost forgotten that the rest of her class was there but apparently Lila had enough of the attention not being on her. They didn't all know English but all of them could at least understand the basics. 

"I'm not surprised that a thing like her comes from the streets, after everything that she's done to me, it make sense that she's a criminal."

She saw Jason tense up and reach inside his jacket. Both he and Dick reached out to him. She put a hand on his arm and shook his hand. 

"Jason no."

"I won't hurt her, just put the fear of God in her." He hissed. 

"Are you out of your mind?" Dick hissed. "B won't let this pass."

She chose another approach. "Come on Jay-jay, we both know you don't need a gun to put the fear of God in her." Marinette whispered.

His eyes were narrowed. "But it's more effective this way." 

She smiled teasingly, willing her own aura to seek his and calm him down. "Maybe later, there's too many witnesses right now." 

She felt his muscles relax and he gave her a smile. "How did I survive without you?"

"You tell me." She stepped back. 

He sent Dick a look. "I'm still going to tell her a few things but I won't take it out." 

He looked unsure so she pushed. "He won't." It was a warning to Jason as well and both of the boys nodded. 

Dick stepped back to stand next to her while Jason stalked towards the class. 

"You two seem close. He wouldn't just listen to anyone like this after all these years."

"Jason's basically my brother." She said. "I thought he'd be one of my soulmates too but our ways parted before it could form."

"Oh." He said, because how else could you respond to something like this?

"But enough about this," she looked around and saw that they were far enough from everyone. Still she lowered her voice before speaking out the next part. "How have you been Nightwing? It's been a while since we talked."

He startled, turning to look at her, and she could tell that he was prepared for a fight but she was the personification of calmness as she met his eyes. 

He startled in recognition before he relaxed almost immediately. 

"Marinette?" He grinned when she nodded. "Oh Mari, Little D is going to be so happy to see you." 

Jason was not shouting yet but it was a near thing. Dick looked at him then back at her. "Oh this is great, now you only have to meet Tim."

She giggled. "Done that too actually. I bumped into him this morning, he was very very sleep deprived. I gave him my coffee and bought him back here."

He snorted. "You've already won over everyone huh? Bruce's gonna love you. Oooh, Bruce and Damian are coming over. They heard about the liar and wanted to come here personally. This is going to be great." 

But she had zoned out on the last part. There was something wrong here. Her eyes zeroed on a woman, seemingly an employee as they walked towards the group, more specifically towards Jason. 

She had a creepy smile on.

"Jay duck." Marinette screamed, letting her instincts take over. Thankfully, Jason was fast enough. The...needle? The needle stabbed the air instead of his neck and before the woman could do anything else, Marinette was already there and had swiped her off her feet. Jason kneed her unconscious before she reached the ground. 

"How did you-? I didn't even see her?" Dick rushed over. "Little Wing are you alright?"

"Stop your mothering." Jason batted his hands away. "Sunshine saved me, didn't she?" He reached out to ruffle her hair again and at that moment a silver string appeared, linking them. 

Everyone around them fell quiet...that is, until she hissed an I knew it!. Jason laughed, pulling her in a hug while Dick and Chloe congratulated them. 

[fixing-bad-comic-art]

Keep It Short/ Visist Again

Chapter 1- Theres a grand total of one braincell in this tent.

There was something about stepping out of a rickety old bus and into the damp post rain air at sunset on a cool summer day that just Filled Kurt with some indescribable slightly remorseful nostalgia. As he looked to the circus that had been set up on the very outskirts of town part of him felt at home in a way he has not since he was still a teenager. Another part could only see flames and hear the acorn and laughter, that part only remembered the fear that came at the end of many happy years.

He took a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes and letting the familiar smells and sounds of the circus calm him. He only had two weeks at maximum to get this job done, he arrived later than he would have liked to, and he had to be back at his hotel room in time to grade some papers before he went to bed. He didn't have time to get lost in his head.

---

"So… three years in a row this circus has been coming to town and a handful of people go missing on its grounds every year then later turn up dead with no obvious cause of death… and we just haven't done anything about it?" Dick leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair to try and get it to lay properly again. Getting egged by that one egg themed villainess wannabe on his way home had Not been good for his look.

"To be fair to us, we usually have bigger circus themed fish to fry," Cass crossed her arms where she leaned against the table, "That and I think the bat was assuming this was just normal hooliganery instead of villain hooliganery."

"What changed his mind?"

"There's an X-man in town, investigating the circus."

"So… We think it's a mutant doing it? I don't see why I have to go deal with this yet." he cocked his head "Shouldn't we just let the X-men deal with it?"

"It's our turf. The bat doesn't want then getting comfortable around here in case they start messing with our normal operations." she shrugs "And you're in charge of this because you're the only one who knows how to work with carnies and the rest of us our busy."

"You don't look-"

"I am." she says firmly.

Dick rolled his eyes, "Fine, I guess I'm going to the circus, any leads on which X-man I'll be racing?"

"He's a teacher at that school,"

"As Extraordinarily helpful as always."

---

Kurt knows who and what hes looking for, but not what she would currently look like.

Simona Kay was twelve when she went missing just over three years ago, making her fifteen going on sixteen now. But, just before she went missing her mutation started manifesting. Shapeshifters tend to be a lot harder to find than the average mutant. Kurt was lucky she gave her real name to a boy a few towns back or else he wouldn't even know where to begin to look.

"Hello," he smiled as he greeted one of the acrobats, "I was just curious, I think I saw ribbons being set up in that tent over there. Do you all use full harnesses with them or just catch cords?"

She had eyed him a little warily as he walked up, Kurt didn't hold it against her, you always get a few creeps coming up to you when you're out in you're leotard. But it seems he picked the right ice breaker,

"Catch cords. We're not wimps," she laughs a little, "Those are some industry words though…"

"Yes," he returns her smile, "I was an acrobat for a while, back home. It's always nice to get to talk shop with someone about the work again though. How long have you been a performer?" Even if he was trying to obfuscate his questioning behind shop talk, what he said about talking shop was still true.

***

"Yeah, you should definitely talk to the ring master, he'd love to have someone with that sort of expertise. We don't have a contortionist yet and the sword dancing would probably would probably snag a bunch of tickets. I don't know where Brant has gotten off to, but I'll put a good word in for you next time I see him, Kurt," she waved as she walked away.

"You have my eternal gratitude, Ms.Vaněk," He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck as he considered his next move, Simona is definitely here. Vaněk had danced around any mention of a specific spare hand. She was obviously fond of her, but seemed intent on being as vague as possible.

Well, Kurt can see the maintenance tent, and it's only 20 minutes before the main show starts… Now, while everyone is busy with opening night stressors, would definitely be a good time to snoop there a little.

---

Dick knew his way around a circus, and he knew that when there was something someone wanted to hide it was always in either the ringmasters cart or the maintenance tent. And the maintenance tent was looking remarkably unguarded.

He ducked past the flaps after double checking there was no one there. Only to bump into someone in the shadows.

Dick took a step back immediately, his hand going to the baton tucked in the back of his jeans, before his eyes adjusted to the darkness. An equally spooked looking Cute German was staring back.

"Uh, Hello?" The Cute German guy said, as he straightened up and ran a hand through his hair,

Oh… Cute German Guy was probably with the circus. That would explain why he's in town, doesn't have his own vehicle, and was only mildly put off by the bus thing earlier.

"Oh Hi, Sorry," Dick stood a little straighter and put his hands on his hips and tried to look non threatening and friendly, "Sorry, I'm one of the new hires, just helping out while you all are in town, I was looking for the ring master? I just need to uh, clarify something with him," please don't call my bluff, please don't call my bluff, please don't call my bluff, "I'm Dick by the way,"

"Okay…" Cute German seems suspicious, or maybe hes just the nervy type? "Well then, uh, Brant is busy with set up. The show is starting pretty soon, so he is probably backstage going over last minute preparations."

---

This is not good, this is not good, this is not good! Kurt cant say he's a temp hire because this guy is a temp hire and might know hes lying, shit shit shit. Play it cool, play it cool. Hes a performer, he can do this.

"I'm Kurt by the way," he waves a little, "Is there anything else I can help you with Mr.Dick?" nailed it.

"No that should be it, Thank you Kurt," Dick strolled back out and as soon as he was gone Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. The only time being able to blend with shadows ever bites him is when someone runs directly into him.

But, whatever, he has what he needs. He snaps a few pictures of the performing order that was left in one of the boxes in here, alongside the maintenance and cleaning schedules. Those should go a long way to narrowing this down.

---

So, Cute German is named Kurt, and probably works maintenance. Kurt didn't seem like the type to be able to disappear and kill someone, nor did he seem the mutated professorial type, Maybe he was the type that would be a good in to this circus?

---

Vaněk had been very kind in inviting him to post show drinks, and after watching her and the others spectacular performances? How could he possibly have refused?

The little bar the two of them and a handful of others wound up at a hole in the wall bar that was the kind of dingy and small that mad either feel like home. nothing was shiny or new, and everything was worn from too many hands brushing across their surfaces. It was one of those places you could see the history in the details and all the little stories that filled this place in the etchings and graffiti on the edges of the table tops.

Kurt laughed at one of the others jokes, this was a life he could have had, and he missed it even though it was never his.

He felt a hand on his thigh, the instinct to swat it away was chased off by Vaněk winking at him. She was a smaller woman, long and thin with wiry muscles and rough looking hair. She had a soft voice and a girlish disposition. And those clever eyes that made him feel like she could dissect him and he'd thank her for it. In another life where he wasn't furry and blue, he would have returned her smirk and come up with an excuse to invite her back to his apartment. In this one he didn't have the time to test the waters to be sure that she was safe. That she wouldn't mind. He had to keep it short.

He smiled as politely and warmly as he could as he shifted away from her just a little,

"Sorry," she pulled her hand away, and ran it through her hair awkwardly,

"Oooooo Rhea just got rejected," one of the guys teased,

"Shut up, Gen," says the other fellow who had joined them. Kurt should have payed closer attention when they introduced themselves, "Besides this is good news for us, if he can resist her charms it Obviously because he's immune to them," he jokes, "So, do Gen or I have a chance? Or are you just not into that kinda stuff?"

"I uh- I'm not into it right now, I have to get back to my hotel room soon, I have papers to grade and probably quite a few emails to answer," Kurt trys to play it off, "It wasn't a hard no Ms.Vaněk, just a no for tonight,"

"That didn't answer my question!" the guy said as Vaněk stood from the table,

"I think I should go," she smiled before leaving a little quickly,

"Way to go asshole," the guy said to Gen, "You embarrassed her,"

Kurt made the inadvisable decision to stand up as well, "I think I should go talk to her,"

He caught up to her quickly, "Hey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to go how it did,"

"Its OK," she nodded but didn't meet his eyes, "I know how those two are, I shouldn't have pushed my luck with them around. I'm going to be heading back now. Have a nice night Kurt,"

She didn't leave room for discussion as she turned and walked off.

---

Dick had followed the acrobats to the bar, careful to keep just out of sight while still staying close enough to hear. And what he was hearing was very Very interesting. Kurt didn't work for the circus at all. he was a theater teacher. A theater teacher who was somewhere he absolutely should not have been earlier that day. Now, the acrobats didn't seem to have met him before today, so that rulled him out as the killer, but he was still looking for a professor.

He took a seat at the bar close enough to eavesdrop, where he could sit with his back to Kurt, it wouldn't help to be recognized right now. The guy was to easily spooked.

After Kurt returned from speaking with Rhea, probably about her failed move, and the two guy's finally decided they should go apologize, Dick stood up and went over to him as he was pulling out money to leave a tip.

"Hey, So… It seems you Weren't supposed to have been in that tent earlier, huh?" Might as well be direct.

"Uh, No. Sorry, I think I just got caught up in the moment," He put his wallet back in his pocket and shifted nervously.

"Why don't you let me buy you a drink? I'd love to hear this story," He smiled.

Kurt awkwardly joined him at the bar, "What would it take for you to uh, not speak of how we first met to the circus's security?"

"A beer recommendation," Dick joked as he looked up at the chalkboard menu above the bar.

"… Is that uh, Because I'm German?" Kurt asked, surprise and vague amusement tinting that nice voice of his.

Dick laughed, "Shit sorry, I've just never been here before and they have those hippy craft brands. I've never tried any of them," he gestures to the menu.

"Oh, Well I quite enjoyed the uh," he squints at the board as he tries to read the messy handwriting "The uh Golden Boar Stout."

"Yeah, that sounds good," Dick waved for the bartender to tell him their order, and a few moments later they had their bottles in hand, "So… Kurt, You have to tell me why you were in that tent, you know that right? I'm dying of curiosity."

"… Its embarrassing if I'm being honest," he chuckles nervously, "I guess I was missing the circus life enough to do something that stupid,"

"Missing it? I thought you weren't a part of it?"

"I was an acrobat for many years back home," he shrugged "Still miss it a fair bit."

Now that sounded familiar, "How'd a German acrobat end up teaching theater in America?"

Kurt laughed a little and he had a Nice laugh, "The circus I grew up in got moved state side before it was closed. And somehow one thing led to another,"

"Huh, Its not often you meet another circus kid," Dick leaned back in his seat,

"You two?" Kurt asked a little surprised,

"Yeah, I may not be from a far off land, but I was raised in the circus too, as an acrobat."

"Huh, and now what got you out of it Mr.Dick?" he took a sip from his drink, and was surprised to see Dick's smirk smile fall for a moment.

"My parents passed away, and the guy who took me in after that wasn't part of the circus so…" he shrugs "Its whatever, but I wouldn't mind getting back in a little more permanently,"

"You're an orphan too?"

"Shit, are we just going to spend the rest of the night finding out we've got weirdly similar backgrounds?"

"I think we just might," Kurt held up his beer for a little toast, "I'm curious what we might find,"

---

Dick was nice. And as the list of their similarities grew, and few more bottles passed their way, and as a few more hours ticked down, it was so easy to get lost in it. Kurt knew he wanted connection, to find someone he could talk to like this, but as they spoke his worries only grew. He wanted to spend more time around the Gotham boy with the smart crooked smile, maybe go on a few dates and maybe get a little closer than he should. But could he have that? With Vaněk he could see himself spending a night or two with her, something quick and fun and over and done before the sun came up. He couldn't see that happening with Dick. He wanted that intimacy that came with a night of watching trashy tv on the couch, or talking about their days over dinner, he wanted so much more than to just see how strong those hands were or how far Dick could bend or if that rough American accent of his would come through while he was saying Kurt's name in the heat of the moment. He definitely wanted that too, but a little less than the goopy intimacy thing.

He wasn't connected to the circus and almost definitely had nothing to do with Ms.Kay, and Gotham wasn't That far away form the school… what is he thinking? Keep it short. He cant have this, not right now anyways. Dick is a normal guy, or as normal as they come in Gotham, he doesn't need the danger that being with an Xman would bring him.

But that didn't stop his affection starved heart from latching on to the first pretty face who seemed to understand him.

He finished off the last of his beer, almost inhaling it as Dick made some stupid dirty joke.

--

Damn it. He just wanted a way into the circus and now he needs this guys number. Kurt is so polite in that small town boy way that when he talks about learning to sword swallow with that stupid little smirk and glint in his pretty golden eyes that make it their job to let Dick know this skill isn't at all limited to swords, Dick just cant help but laugh. Their senses of humor line up to well, all the little similarities between them are adding up and Dick cant help but think Cute German would make for a lovely boyfriend. He doesn't live in Gotham so Dick probably wouldn't even have to worry about like 90 percent of his bad guys causing them any problems. But the ten percent who would… Dick couldn't risk that. While the whole hero saving his damsel in distress thing was romantic as hell, Dick knew that that particular fantasy rarely played out as well as anyone hoped it would. There were a lot of dead damsels in Gotham cemeteries.

Kurt put down his bottle, "I have to get back to my room, it's late and I have stuff to grade,"

"I get it," he nodded, "But two quick questions before you go?"

"What do I get out of it?" Kurt teased as he stood up,

"I'll cover the entire bill?" Dick raised an brow at him,

"You drive a hard bargain Mr.Grayson, but I will except,"

"One. What sorta papers does a theater teacher have to grade?"

"The school I work at takes a more academic approach to the subject since part of the class is all about preparing the students for careers in the field. This particular assignment is a short packet about various performing techniques,"

"I can't believe you found a way to make a dorky class even dorkier," he prods, "But whatever, My second question is if I could maybe get your number?" Dick doubted this nerdy professor was the one he was looking for, but if he pretended he still suspected Kurt he could tell himself that was the only reason for asking.

Kurt took a moment before answering, "I don't think that would be a good idea, I really appreciated talking to you, and in another life I think we could have had something good, but in this one…"

Dick tried to not let his disappointment or the sting of rejection show on his face "We have to keep it short?"

[coffeebeannate]

thoughts on the old guard characters? (a long one I know lol)

HO BOY.

I LOVE long asks when I have the braincells! *He says, as if he ever has braincells*

ANYWAY.

I’m going to go with just the movie for now, since I’ve only read the first volume of the comics yet and there’s definitely some changes.

This post is long, so I put all my brain rambles beneath the cut.

I also cheated and only did the Guard themselves for some brevity, if you want extensions with Copley, etc. I’ll do a part two :)

Andy/ Andromache the Scythian

ANDY. ANDY. ANDY ANDYYYYYYYYYYY.

I love her. I love her SO MUCH. I regret that I never really explore her as much as I want to. Because there is just SO MUCH THERE. There is so much to work with, to explore to understand and to see. I adore her. She’s jaded, but she’s also clearly somewhat passionate in her own way. Something has kept her going this long. She loves her family. She is at her most open and honest and vulnerable with her family! 

The world gets a facade, her calm, collective glance of ‘I don’t give a fuck but I actually do give a fuck but letting you know I give a fuck makes things complicated’. But when she’s with Nicky and Joe, (and Booker), she’s laughing, she’s enjoying their company. She looks so happy and instantly relaxes and I JUST!!

I love that she’s not some 19 year old (possible ageism). I love that they let a 45 year old actress play a character who is clearly over 30 and very much badass. The whole ‘only young women or very old women in movies’ trope is so old, so overdone. (And I’m still salty about this person who said it’s bullshit to see ‘grandma Charlize beating up men twice her size’, as if Liam Nesson doesn’t do just that in his seventies BUT ANYWAY).

Andy is SO multilayered. She’s clearly struggling, and she’s angry and cynical and OH so fucking tired, but she’s still VERY LOVING. She cares about Nile, she cares about her family, she CARES. She’s allowed to be upset! She’s allowed to be ugly emotionally (as they might say it in Hollywood, ffs), she’s allowed to be angry and happy and sweet and she has agency and vulnerability and I JUST LOVE THAT.\

She can also step on me I mean what.

ANYWAY.

Nile Freeman

NILE. NILE MADAM. 

Nile is just a MARVEL. She’s sweet. She’s caring. She has ALL the heart and takes NONE of the shit!! There’s so much to her. She’s devoted (I really love that she’s religious, and that the movie doesn’t take this away from her, regardless of things that happen). I love how utterly devoted she is. I love that she’s able to retain so much of her own personal autonomy, AND that she’s both scared and confused, but also SECURE. 

Nile doesn’t know WTF is happening. First kill in the Marines, very sudden death, you have a brand new family? Oh, you also can’t see your family again? Your mother and brother? Oh and this lady with the bizarre name has effectively kidnapped you so you can’t be shipped to a lab in Germany? THE FUCK.

Kiki does such a MAGNIFICENT job too! Like the amount of emotions she conveys!! All of Nile’s confusion, anger, upset. Hurt. How throughout all this, she’s shown as street smart! Clever! ADPATABLE.

Nile  becomes something ‘new’ but retains her original personality entirely. And I LOVE that. She is young, but she isn’t babied. She’s allowed to be guided without being considered infantile. She’s allowed to be here whole self and it’s SO GOOD.

Also, you wake up in a Humvee in the desert and your first instinct is to kick the back end out and roll away? And then stab your kidnapper?? AMAZING.

I love that she’s an art nerd. I love her enthusiasm, I love her heart. I love her cleverness. I love how she can be a bit “wtf’ but also flat out doesn’t take ANYONE’S bullshit EVER.

“We’re not going to Paris” HELL MA’AM GUESS WE ARE NOT. 

Sebastien Le Livre/ Booker

(Rucka once again I ask you, was that name only for the punning? Because I love puns to but cmon)

So..Booker.

I’m..I’m not neutral, but I tend to not think about him much beyond what is necessary. I think I’d feel that my thoughts on him are ‘complicated’ so I’ll keep his section short. I WILL say that his character is VERY well written. Booker cannot be called a flat character. And maybe I’m naive, but my first time watching the movie? Yeah, totally goddamned BLINDSIDED. And I give the movie a LOT of credit for that. 

Maybe smarter people saw it coming, but I sure didn’t. So hey, kudos.

I understand him. I understand his motivations. And for a person suffering from that kind of depression, the toxic sabotaging kind, yeah. It’s well done. His motives are..his motives. I’ll probably not ever know what it feels like to outlive your children. But lots of my family members did. I get how it destroys you.

However, Booker needs help. And it’s on Booker, IMO, to get that help, outside of his family. Because he hurt them. He hurt them badly. It’s not the kind of thing you just come back from.

Consider my attitude..curious.

Joe/Yusuf Al-Kaysani

I can’t make this too long I can’t make this too long I can’t-

JOE. Is a MARVELOUS MAN. He’s soft. He’s artistic. He’s strong and sweet and his entire face lights up like the actual honest to god sun that he IS. I love how much he loves. I love how compassionate he is. I love his passion. His soft voice. His kind caring attitude.

BUT AS A FLIP SIDE.

I love how badass he is. I go slightly feral from the bullet spitting ‘very pissed off’. DARLING, NO KIDDING. I love how he’s just got this kinda hidden swag element. He is so clearly the life source of every room he enters. Show stealer. He’s the one that makes people feel comfortable immediately. With charm and boastfulness. With just such great WARMTH. Joe feels like a fireplace. You just want to curl up with him.

He cares so much about the world. His husband. His family.

THE SPEECH??

Imagine someone LOOKING AT YOU THAT WAY. No wonder Nicky is downright wavering on us. I’D FAINT.

Joe seems to love the world around him so much. And yeah, okay, he holds out with  justified anger. (I SUPPORT THIS ANGER), but he’s also clearly affectionate. He’s open with his love. Joe literally wears his heart on his sleeve. You KNOW how Joe is feeling at all times. Because Joe can’t hide it. And if you have his love and friendship, you have it forever.

Joe could do audiobooks. Joe could paint museums full of paintings. 

And those curls? Best. Incredible.

Marwan made Joe into such an incredible character I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR SIR I LOVE HIM.

Nicky/ Nicolò di Genova

Ahhh Joe’s other half. Man of few words, but when those words come out they cut and say so DAMNED MUCH. And what isn’t said vocally is always said with a look, a smile. MICRO EXPRESSIONS THAT SPEAK THE WORLD.

Nicky seems like such an aware character. Nicky is the type that makes very conscious decisions every single day. Be kind. Daily. This is not the type of man who does anything lightly. I feel like Nicky is a calculated sort, but with EVERYTHING. Because he KNOWS that your presence in this world makes an impact. He knows how important being self-aware is. He feels so lucky and grateful to be with Joe and his family at all times.

I LOVE HIS SNIPING. I love his outfits! I love how intense and sweet and compassionate he is. I feel like he has some little shit energy. Doing something slightly devious? Probably. Having ideas just because? Damned right! I can only imagine how much dry teasing Joe has endured over the centuries. Because Nicky is just so raw and clever. You can never be entirely sure what he’s thinking, perhaps. Joe can read him like a book, but I think anyone else might be finding themselves looking a touch harder. Just in case.

I love Luca’s accent! I love how competent Nicky is! He loves Joe just as openly too, and I adore it??

“The love of my life was the people I’ve been taught to hate” THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE! AND THAT TINY SMILE! THE SMILE OF A THOUSAND WORDS.

Quynh

Boss. I want more immediately. I NEED MORE.

Lykon

RIP we barely knew ya.

Final Thoughts:

I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SO MUCH.

I love that we got ALL THIS.

In TWO DAMNED HOURS.

I love the thoughts the actors put forth. I love how dedicated everyone was to this movie. I love how there’s so much from what could have gone so wrong.

I LOVE THEM!!

[gt-fluff-n-stuff]

G/T headcanons for the Host Club

Nobody asked but I need comfort fuel and maybe someone else will appreciate this post. This is basically some headcanons about how the hosts would react/behave (in my opinion) with a small reader.

Lets start with the King himself!

Tamaki:

· First encounter would be hell for you considering Tamaki would immediately reach for you and scoop you up in his palm.

· He wants to touch you and pick you up all while being his loud self.

· After seeing your expressions of fear he catches on that you are terrified of him.

· He takes his voice down a couple notches before officially introducing himself.

· He would want to introduce you to the rest of the host club but the moment you tell him you’re not too comfortable with that yet he would understand.

· Suoh thought that commoners lived weird lives but hearing how you lived was like talking to an alien species from a planet lightyears away.

· Tamaki blushes when he feels you cling to his neck while you sit on his shoulder.

· This man would dote on you 24/7 without hesitation. Giving you loving pet names.

· From day 1 Tamaki would feel protective of you…maybe overprotective.

· Boundaries are definitely something you would have to set with him. Picking you up without warning, cheek pokes etc.

· After you explain that his action are uncomfortable he would try his best to be respectful.

· If you decided to live with Tamaki you already know this boy would not hesitate to accommodate any need you may have,

· “Do you need a little bed? Or a wardrobe? Is that blanket too rough?”

· You usually end up sleeping on the pillow next to him. It’s pretty comfortable.

· Overall you feel safe with Suoh.

Kyoya:

· When Kyoya comes across you it feels like a hawk has spotted you. His gaze is so intimidating for a solid minute you just wouldn’t move.

· Unlike Tamaki he would not just reach down to pick you up. This man would crouch down on one knee to try and seem less intimidating.

· “Well, are you going to say anything or just stare?”

· Kyoya would feel awkward about holding you for the first few times.

· “Is this okay? Make sure you hold on tight in case I trip.”

· Once you grow closer with him, you tend to lay across his shoulder and watch him work on budgeting the host club’s finances.

· Kyoya is curious about where you came from and how your life has been so far. He’s a great listener.

· He has notes about your life.

· Kyoya wasn’t too thrilled to introduce you to the host club out of caution for your safety.

· He makes sure while the guests are there you are safe in his coat pocket.

· Every now and then he would give a soft little pat to his pocket just to feel you in it.

· You tend to poke light at Kyoya when he’s feeling down to try and lift his spirits and he appreciates it a lot.

· Anytime you get sick he makes soup (or at the least he has someone else make soup) for you and stays by your side until you feel better.

· One time you woke him up from his sleep and you felt like you witnessed a giant demon hovering over you.

· “It is a good thing you’re cute.”

· Loves flustering your little self for his own amusement.

· There’s a soft side of Kyoya you see that the others do not.

· You make Kyoya feel important whenever you hold on tight to him. All he can think about is keeping you close.

Haruhi:

· She’s shocked to see someone so tiny but out of all the host members she’s the most respectful in the first encounter.

· Kneeling down, she’d ask if you were okay or if you needed help.

· She’d reassure you she means no harm.

· Haruhi keeps you a secret for as long as she can but it would be the twins to find out about you due to how nosey they are.

· She sets up a safe place for you to sleep at her house.

· Anytime you seem uncomfortable with something she does her best to get you out of the situation.

· You’ve managed to get separated in the grocery store a few time, which was equally scary for both of you.

· Definitely fall in love with her cooking even if its something simple.

· Meeting Haruhi’s dad was almost like meeting Tamaki with more questions and less touching.

· Whenever you’re chilling on Haruhi’s shoulder she makes sure to be careful with you and how she moves.

· Introducing you to the hosts was difficult for Haruhi to watch without wanting to hold on tight to you.

· Haruhi trusts in you to not get hurt and out of all the hosts you get the most time to yourself to do whatever.

· “Let me know if they cause you any trouble. They can be a handful 101% of the time.”

· This girl has taught you how to see the positives in life no matter how hard it may be.

· At school you would definitely chill in her bag.

Kaoru

· Kaoru would spot you before you spot him.

· He would definitely lift you up by the collar of your shirt in curiosity.

· It wouldn’t register to him how scary it is for you until you’re either yelling at him or crying.

· He would apologize and set you in his hand.

· Kaoru has a habit of poking your cheek when you’re not paying attention.

· The younger twin wouldn’t rush to tell Hikaru about you but he would not actively hide you from him.

· Kaoru seems more relaxed than his brother which in return makes being around him feel less stressful.

· It would not take long for you to feel safe with this boy.

· Whenever you seem worried or frightened, he would gently reassure you that he would be there by your side.

· “(Y/n) It’s okay, as long as I’m around nothing bad will ever happen to you. I promise.”

· And I mean he barely leaves your side.

· Your safety and comfort would always be on this sweet bean’s mind

· And your clothes. Oh this boy.

· Giving you the highest quality clothes you could ever ask for was almost a priority for him.

· “Do you like how that feels? Is it too costumey?”

· You would have to remind him constantly clothes don’t mean much to you as long as they keep you agile and comfy.

· He would often watch you do your own thing just completely in awe with how you function.

· Kaoru around the others with you I got one word. Possessive.

· I’d say that more than protective because its not that he distrusts the hosts, he just doesn’t want to leave your side.

· “Please be safe. Don’t fall off anything.”

· At times it can be annoying how much this twin feels the need to protect you but he means the best. You talk to him about needing your own space and time and he’ll pout but he will definitely learn to back off and breathe.

Hikaru

· This boy has 2 braincells and handling a tiny human is definitely not something he can do without scaring the daylights out of you.

· “What the hell are you?!”

· Cue this twin holding you by your damn leg in front of his face.

· At some point you have to straight up fuss at him to set you down.

· “Jeez my bad.”

· Hikaru has to learn to be gentle and being around you is hard for him at first.

· “Fuck I forgot you were there can’t you watch where you’re going...Sorry.”

· He has so many questions about everything you do.

· “What the hell are you even wearing? How do you not know what sushi is? Your people don’t have fancy food?”

· When you warm up to him though he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

· Anytime you lean against him all he wants to do is protect you.

· Sometimes he’ll just pull you against him and pet your head until you fall asleep.

· Similar to Kaoru he makes sure you have everything you need to be comfortable.

· Sometimes it takes tough love to get through his thick skull and after dealing with this boys shenanigans for long enough you definitely are not afraid to share your mind.

· Hikaru is a tease though and takes any chance he has to compare you to something small.

· Whenever he gets a smirk on his face you feel a shiver down your spine.

· Hikaru would be the first to give you “fancy tuna”

· Also lots of pranks so prepare your heart for him to pop out of nowhere.

Mori

· The first time you see Mori you damn near have a heart attack.

· He’s not the tallest human you’ve seen but he is definitely the tallest human to personally handle you.

· When he first sees you he freezes. Afraid that he may crush you accidentally with one wrong move. Honestly you had not even noticed the teen behind you until you turned around. With Mori you would be the first one to break the silence.

· Mori cautiously crouches down to hold his hand out to you and is so slow to lift you, you get a little impatient.

· You’re a little uncomfortable being so high up from the ground when Mori holds you but you trust the giant not to drop you.

· As you get closer to him you both begin to open up to each other. His voice is soothing and makes you feel safe.

· Because he is so observant it doesn’t take long for him to notice what makes you uncomfortable, happy, upset etc.

· Mori is good at getting you to talk about how you feel.

· He gives you gentle nudges whenever you seem down.

· “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want a hug?”

· Oh Mori Hugs. Sometimes it was hard to not choose hug each time.

· The other hosts have a hard time handling you without Takashi watching them from wherever he is.

· Gave you a push pin for self-defense because he’s Mori and he cares about you.

· He likes being by your side because he feels like he can be his authentic self with you and trusts you not to judge him.

· 100% loves when you nap on his chest with his hand gently over you.

· Overall Takashi is a huge protective softy and you can not help but feel loved and protected with him.

Honey

· At first you think you’re staring at the face of a kid.

· Honey talks your ear off when you first meet him.

· He asks you so many questions you are not sure where to start or how to answer.

· Mitskuni is super gentle with you and makes sure to take caution whenever you’re on his shoulder.

· He always shares his sweets with you and checks on your comfort.

· Mitskuni may have told the hosts about you as soon as he found you.

· It’s a bit overwhelming trying to catch your breath with Honey’s energy.

· Honey loves to talk to you and about you. Hearing your name puts him in a good mood.

· Honestly you could say he hugs you more than Usa Chan.

· Mitskuni tells you how adorable you are constantly.

· This boy will get you out of your shell so fast.

· He always gets your opinion before doing something so you can feel heard.

· Like his cousin, Mitskuni is super observant of your mannerisms and does his best to not make you uncomfortable.

· He is so good with communication you rarely feel like there is anything you need to hide from him.

· Since he sits on Takashi’s shoulders at time, it can feel overwhelming to be so high up. But you also find it relaxing to not be below everyone.

· At home you have your own space to relax and be by yourself. Honey knows how overwhelming the hosts can be at time and respects that you need your time by yourself.

· Sometimes you literally just sleep on his head since his hair is so fluffy. And speaking of sleep, you’re surprisingly not afraid to wake him up.

· The most he does is glare at you and get over it 20 minutes later. Which you find hilarious.

· He’s the sweetest out of the hosts.

[yankyo]

How to woo each clone? 👀💐 (your writing owns my ass btw)

Clones Love Language

Bee - when it comes to Bee, the best way to woo him is with little gestures to show him that you care. Take him out on a nice date, bring him flowers, tell him that you care. Bee is a very romantic being, but like Beetlejuice, he has gone quite a long time without being shown love and affection, so giving him that extra care will make him melt.

Wasp - This is the most timid clone when it comes to romance. He doesn't know how to handle it and tends to think he doesn't deserve it, so the best way to woo him is being gentle, but direct. He won't understand little hints and he will flee at grandiose gestures. Let him come to you, but let him know that you're there. But as a caretaker type himself, he will blue screen when you flip the script and take care of him instead.

Chamie - Join in on the chaos! Do you need to be as wild as he is, definitely not but join in on his adventures and play with him. Get him a ball of yarn to play with, get some nerf guns and go crazy, take him out on a laser tag date. And at the end of it all, have some cooldown time cuddling on the couch while playing with his hair and watching it shift from green to pink under your fingers.

Jazz - music is the best way to woo Jazz, play him songs you think he would like, dance with him while he sings for you, maybe even go out to learn how to play an instrument together. Music is a big part of Jazz's life and he wants to share that with the one he loves. Additionally, Jazz is the type to swoon at romantic gestures, make him a meal, take him out for a fancy date, take a nice, candlelit bath together. He'll laugh and call it cheesy, but his smile will be soft and tender.

Cici - plan a prank with them! Bring them shiny, intricate gifts! Dazzle them with new information! Cici is the type to like exploring and learning new things so they would be the best to bring on a museum date or out exploring with you. Learn with them especially, they're the kind to infodump when they get excited so just listening to them and learning about their interest means a lot to them.

Jay - Touch is a big part of wooing Jay. Because he's such a cuddle bug, he will go limp in your arms and want to be there forever. Soft, lingering touches go a long way for him as well. Just holding hands or letting him put his head in your shoulder. And if you were to give this boy a massage? He will be literal putty in your hands and will melt into a puddle. And much like Cici, he will infodump on you when he finds a new interest and just listening to him and sharing your own interests means the world to him.

Ren - The caretaker of the clones and resident owner of the braincell, wooing him means to try and help him relax and see that his life doesn't revolve around caring for everyone else. He doesn't really have his own interests to begin with so exploring with him and showing him hobbies you'd think he'd enjoy means a lot and shows you pay attention to him. He also is very weak for romantic gestures and direct declarations of love.

Lex - she is the hardest to woo simply because she is slow to let her guard down. Patience and care is the way to go with Lex, she is going to be prickly at first but once she realizes you aren't going to hurt Boss or any of the others, she will slowly but surely consider you as one of the people she has to protect. She is also is the most direct and will simply ask you how you feel if she gets an inkling that you're interested in her. While she will be suspicious because why would you like someone like her, being forthright with your emotions will help convince her.