#she would usually say something. and when i was getting into transformers i would rant aboot optimus she would roll her eyes and say ohh my

[rupertholmes]

help i was supposed to go more in depth about the autism thing not vent

[thegamingcatmom]

BIRB MAMA LET´S GO 🐦‍⬛

(I can´t get over how adorable/goofy she looks here. How am I supposed to fear any of that?)

If Mother Miranda were to take an interest in you outside the whole vessel thing, it would include:

(Yall know the drill by now: Don´t like my dark and twisted stuff, don´t read my dark and twisted stuff. 🖤)

having to listen to her ranting and gossiping about her "children"

sometimes, it´s straight up just death threats

she´s scary when she gets like that

especially because she tends to breathe down your neck to calm herself (your scent is quite helpful)

having to listen to her feverish prayers when it comes to Eva

Eva is a big topic in general

helping her in her lab

which basically means cleaning up her mess (and she is rather messy, it has to be said)

we´re talking mountains of papers as well as mountains of bodies

ofc she´s gonna make sure to snuff out every last bit of life before she lets you near her failed experiments

she won´t take any risks when it comes to you

as for the papers-

...it´s a mess

and it´s very scary (and very unfair) when she gets all hissy and murderous over you trying to do your "job" and clean up her mess just because, out of the millions of papers, there´s one that she still needs

"How dare you throw that away?!"

"Well, how tf am I supposed to know?!"

...you think to yourself because there´s no way you´re gonna say that to her face (you quite like breathing, tyvm)

Eva

whenever she has one of her downright terrifying smash-things-against-the-wall "tantrums" (as you like to call them not to her face) she gets all purry and touchy-feely after

probs her way of apologizing (cause there ain´t no way she´s gonna use them words)

you hate that it´s working

despite being a mass murderer/mold monster smt who doesn´t require eating or using any stuff that humans usually would (like toilets), she does appreciate you cooking and cleaning for her

things she tasked you with ofc

she quite...enjoys the sight

(smt about that domestic view just...does things to her)

(you force-wearing an apron drives her wild)

Eva

preening

she does have feathers, after all

and those need lots of TLC 💋

makes you clean her mask too

or her hand chains

anything, really

in return, you may wear it

(honestly? totally worth it)

we won´t talk about the fact she´s doing it more for herself (just like pretty much everything else) because seeing you wearing what is hers just...yknow?

but also to demonstrate to you just how good it feels to be bad

"Hm... What do you think, little bird? Do you like it? I certainly do..."

Eva

forces you to attend meetings with her so she can show you off

and also because it almost always gives her a reason to rip into her "children" because that bunch just doesn´t know how to behave around you

especially the tall one who keeps throwing you looks that make it seem like she wants nothing more than for you to drop dead

you kinda share that sentiment

anywhere would be better than here

...she´s scary

something Miranda takes note of as well

one look is all that is needed to put the tall one in her place

in moments like this, you truly appreciate your roommate´s/abductor´s murderous side

when you´ve been especially good for a (long) while (no escape attempts, no talking back, no disobeying her whatsoever) she indulges your childish urges to see her transform into different animals

she will deny any and all accusations of smiling at that, down to her very last breath

(she could be persuaded though...)

Eva

one day, you´ll probs have to go from cleaning that mess to making it

which means actively helping MM with her experiments

cutting someone open etc.

there´s no way out of it, let´s be honest

it´s her livelihood, ofc she wants to share that with you

(isn´t she just precious?)

spying on the villagers for her

(she will find out when you´ve been lying, so don´t even think about it)

Eva

(This actually got way less dark and twisted than I anticipated. Gotta work on that, LMAO.)

Basically, my HC for Miranda includes her getting an absolute kick out of anything family/domestic life. She goes absolutely nuts when it comes to her daughter, so I imagine this would count for an s/o as well. She gets obsessed to the point of no return, and she´ll fight tooth and nail to keep them with her always.

I could go on, and on, and on, and on, and-

But, alas, it is rather late and, unlike some mold monster smt, I do need my sleep. ;3

I might do more posts like that cause I have thoughts. 😩🤌

CYA THERE! 🫶

[nixthelapin]

A Jekyll&Hyde type akuma whose power is to bring out a hidden or repressed part of your personality (but like, making two of you instead of switching in one body), and when Chat gets hit suddenly there’s both “normal” Chat (I’ll get to that in a sec) and Cat Walker/Patte de Velours at the same time.

(Cue Ladybug freaking out upon learning they’re the same person)

“Normal” Chat looks the same, but is just a bit more intense (since this is Adrien’s way of “letting loose” to not be how he is as a civilian, he’s not too different, but because of the split he does lose some usual traits). I.e. *heavily* flirting with LB, going at it with the puns, more agressive and impulsive with the akuma, doesnt like following orders (especially with the remaining feelings of anger towards the partnership being put further into question as LB prefers CW), heart on his sleeve

Cat Walker is also not super different to the episode he was in, but is also more intense thanks to the akuma: all business- no nonsense, doesn’t laugh at jokes (even in a “I’ll laugh if you want” way, like in Kuroneko), cordial to LB, follows LB’s orders to a T (to the point of not making his own decisions in battle), calm and collected (almost emotionless, even with that plastered smile)

CN starts to hate CW as the fight goes on, because LB seems to prefer him (and she’s understandably getting annoyed with CN’s impulsivity). CN gets territorial, saying that he’s LB’s partner. CW: “then why did she replace you with me?” (Man, look at all the self hatred in Adrien’s psyche!)

So CN runs off and leaves them alone to fight the akuma. This ticks LB off even more, but she has an akuma to deal with- and she has CW- so she lets him go.

As the fight goes on, some of the same issues from Kuroneko occur, so she also gets frustrated with CW too.

Since he’s acting more extreme than normal (more like someone awaiting orders than a partner due to the Jekyll&Hyde thing), it causes more problems (like him waiting for her decisions leaving openings where he could’ve done something proactive)

She actually blows up at him, asking why he didn’t do anything (“I was waiting for you to tell me the plan!”), and she says he should be able to think on his own, he doesn’t need her to tell him everything, but- “I thought I was just being what you wanted.”

(He’s shocked and genuinely hurt- though it’s still pretty quiet emotion, subdued and apologetic)

And that’s when it clicks for her what becoming CW was back in Kuroneko. He was molding himself for her. And this version of CW is even more of that. She realizes just how much CN suppresses, not just for her, but for everyone- why else would this be a major aspect of his personality?

(Also, Patte de Velours? Velvet Paw? That’s basically saying he’s been declawed. Yikes.)

She makes CN get his butt back to the fight (or she finds him- he may have been doing something while away like talking with someone, maybe Alya or Nino, or Luka). CN and CW argue more, with insults. Then she goes on a whole rant/lecture to them about how important they both are, both to her and to each other, how they are one person, and their traits are both important, but each extreme is not great. Ex: instinct/impulse and service/obedience (the key is self control, so that your emotions aren’t controlling you, but neither is another person). He is allowed to be both! Neither personality is bad, and hating one is just hating himself- he can’t just reject a fundamental part of himself.

She makes them agree to work together to defeat the akuma. It’s awkward at first, but they get a rhythm by seeing where each one is needed in the plan (LB does still do that, but how they follow is more fluid now). Two cataclysms now! Yay! (Maybe they used their powers already and have to de transform, and they see themselves as Adrien- the same one, not different, and it gets through their skulls. Idk I’m spitballing).

They have a quick talk between the two about accepting each other, it won’t be easy, I’m nervous, we’ll be okay (“yeah, I think we will :)”), etc.

Ends with them combining back with the ladybug cure. Surprise! His outfit is combined too! (Honestly, I just want the ponytail with the fluffy hair)

LB and CN have a talk after recharging about everything. CN apologizes for lying about CW and explains why and how he did it. LB didn’t realize how much he hid. She never meant for him to change or hate parts of himself. He thought she didn’t like the CN parts of him, but LB promises that isn’t true. She admits she did get… annoyed, but never hate! She loves both sides of him. Besides, CW didn’t work out that first time, remember? (Though she very much leaves out her intense crushing being the deciding factor there)

CN admits he feels more, well, not whole, exactly, he’s actually still pretty uncertain about what all this means for “who he is,” but… he can at least say he feels less like he has to perform all the time. He loves being Chat Noir, but he is exaggerating a bit when he transforms, in part to be not like his civilian life. He tells her he’s not like that as a civilian, but he’s also not like Cat Walker. But he’s not really sure who “he” is yet. (What I’m getting at is Oblivio!Adrien- dorky, but not over the top, in love, trusts his lady to make the plan, but is still proactive, etc.)

LB says that’s okay, he doesn’t have to figure it out right away. But she’ll be there to help him figure it out.

END

[shinebrightruby]

Theory Time ACFTL: Jacks's Death

Okay, so I know I may have posted this somewhere else, but in A Curse for True Love, I think Jacks is going to die.

Hear me out:

We have already seen Evangeline die, right? And we saw how Jacks reacted to her death, how it broke him (as Stephanie mentioned in her cover reveal interview). But we haven't seen how Eva would react to Jacks's death. And in most book series, we always go through that arc, where something terrible happens to Character A, and Character B's reaction is heartbreaking, and this usually goes vice versa (where something happens to Character B, and Character A's reaction is heartbreaking).

However, I'm not saying this is the end of Jacks's story. The whole reason of the OUABH series is to not only see Evangeline's love story, but also see Jacks's love story (and how both of their love stories end as one story ❤). Stephanie has also stated multiple times that true love is possible, but it is tricky "to catch". I think we can all agree that Jacks and Evangeline are still going through the 'tricky to catch part ' 😐😑, but not for long! Besides, if Stephanie kills off Jacks (please don't 😭🥺) it would be a bit contradictory to everything she is saying, wouldn't it?

HOWEVER:

When I say that isn't the end of Jacks's story, I'm thinking he may be reborn as a human. So we all know that he is a fate, which is an entirely different species (in a way...?) than humans (they are described as being "magical beings"). So, when he dies (and I'm assuming he's going to die through a sacrifice to protect Eva from Apollo/Evil-Source harming her, which will be an act of true love), this act of true love will be what makes him come back to life, as he is being reverted back to a human (kinda like in Beauty and the Beast when the Beast dies, but because of Belle's true love, he comes back to life, but because of his transformation from beast to human). I really think it is going to be similar to what happened in Beauty and the Beast because he's still going to die, but I think the whole point of 'True Love' being a Fate's weakness is that it is actually their strength, and in Jacks case, his whole 'True Love' curse (where his kiss won't stop killing people until he finds his true love) has to go both ways (because, as we saw, it didn't fully work with Tella).

And we know for a fact that Eva loved Jacks before she lost her memories. I'm still working out how Eva will get her memories back (will post that theory soon!), but I think when Jacks wakes up as a human, Eva might kiss him before he wakes up (kind of parallel to 'True love's kiss will break the spell', and Eva seems like the type to do something like that because we saw her do it multiple times to Apollo when he was in his sleep curse). I feel like that kiss will be what triggers his 'rebirth', because, like I said before, I feel like his whole 'True Love' curse can only be cured when the love (true love, not the obsession he had for Tella) goes both ways.

I have so much more to say about this, but for now, I'll keep it up to here. For those who stuck with my ranting and read the whole frickin' essay above 😅, tell me what y'all think of my theory. I really feel like this is possible to potentially happen in ACFTL, but even if it doesn't, I know for a fact the EvaJacks will get their happily ever after 💖!

[aladaylessecondblog]

Miraak's Lounge

There was a lull in business at the moment, and Miraak took the chance when he had it. Let the sous chef know he had to make a phone call and headed off to the back office. He dialed his sister's number and waited for her to pick up.

"Miraak?" Sadrith sounded tired. It was mid-day, she'd probably only just woken up. "How're you doing?"

"Well enough," he said, "You don't sound good, are you still working at the club?"

"Yeah, I am," she replied quietly.

"You know you don't have to keep working there, right? I can get you a job at the Akaviri place I manage."

"Miraak, we've talked about this. It'll pay the student loans off faster, I'll be a lot more comfortable without that hanging over my head."

"Yeah..." Miraak paused, and looked at the picture on his desk. The graduation photo she'd taken with him three years ago. Things had been bad then, but not as bad as now. "Listen, are you free Tirdas, say, at eleven in the morning?"

"What for?"

"Granddad's dead. Dead dead, and his lawyer called me the other day to say we've been left something. You and me both."

"Why would he leave us anything?" Sadrith questioned, "When we cut ties with dad, he cut ties with us."

"I don't know, he just says we're in the will, thought I'd let you know. Are you free?"

"Yeah, but can you pick me up? I had to junk my car."

"How've you been--don't tell me you WALK to work!"

"Miraak, don't be silly. I don't walk to work. I walk BACK."

"At FOUR IN THE MORNING? In the neighborhood you live in--" For a few moments Miraak was practically hysterical, before calming down. "Yes. Yes, I'll pick you up."

"Miraak, I'm a Dovah. I have literally nothing to worry about. The crime stats in this neighborhood are incredibly overblown...." There was a pause of her own there. "Dad's going to be there, isn't he?"

"When has dad ever missed the opportunity to reach for some of his father's money?" Miraak gave a rueful laugh. "We should be glad Vile's office is small, he'll be forced into his mer-ish form."

"Good. ...good."

They said their goodbyes and Miraak hung up, heading back into the kitchen when he heard a shout.

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Sadrith was usually outspoken, but any proximity to Alduin and she clammed right on up, giving answers as short as possible. Miraak figured he'd do the talking - it was how things had always worked when it came to their intimidating father.

It started when they were seated in the office, before Clavicus Vile entered. Their father's mer-ish form was tall, pale-skinned, and covered in several places in the black scales that showed he was only the disguise of the true dragon beneath.

"I suppose," came the glare from those slitted eyes Alduin favored, "That you are still making a spectacle of yourself in front of strangers?"

"That's my job, yes." Sadrith's tone was muted.

"Disgusting. You had many better options and that was--"

"Father," Miraak said in a warning tone. "We have talked this to death."

"The talk did not end when you decided it did."

"The talk is OVER, father." Miraak let an edge slip into his voice. "As I told you four years ago, we aren't fighting with you any longer."

"Weak," Alduin growled, nearly slipping into a Shout. "Nikriinne, ney hin."

(Sadrith, seated on Miraak's other side, had suddenly grabbed at his hand and squeezed. He squeezed back.)

"No, we are simply taking our ball and going home."

"Home to a common slum, no doubt, which is where you belong when you--"

"Ah, my dear dovah family!" The polite tone of Clavicus Vile sounded off then, "Apologies. My expertise was needed on an emergency matter...but here I am. Let us proceed to the reading of the will quickly, and not waste any more time."

The first part of Akatosh's will regarded his donations as expected to the church of the Nine Divines. Miraak could still hear his father's familiar ranting on the upstart Talos, but kept focused on the reading at hand.

The donations to various charities took up the first third of the will, and after a few small bequests to friends it then moved on to family.

"Let me begin by saying it is also part of this contract's terms that any attempt to contest the will, will result in partial forfeiture of ones own share."

"You daedric swine," Alduin growled again, this time at Clavicus Vile.

"And of course," Vile showed no signs of being afraid, "Threatening the lawyer's person will result in a consultation fee's worth of gold being cut from the threatener's share. Are we clear?"

Brimming with anger, Alduin sat back. Showing a bit of his fangs as he spoke, he replied, "We are clear."

Alduin retained a great deal of things. Dovah Manor, a trust fund, an insurance policy, the position in the company he'd filled for the last few decades. Still, it was less than he expected, and he said as much.

Clavicus Vile merely went on with the reading. To the two children of Alduin went a manor house in the upper east side of Solitude, and another in Ald'ruhn. If either of them wished not to occupy these houses, offers were already on hand for their sale. A joint trust fund, and individual sums of money - for the remainder of their student loans, and the Dovah Lounge, an Akaviri restaurant in Vivec City with an incredible reputation.

"Gods, the weight this'll take off my shoulders..." Sadrith breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Had you not insisted on dual-majoring in art, you would already have paid it off," Alduin snarked, "Art is for Dibellans, and you are a Dovah."

"Father," Miraak interjected.

"Alduin, if you don't mind, my paralegal--" Clavicus Vile gestured to a plump and rather nervous looking imperial woman, "Has paperwork for you to sign. If you don't wish to risk a conversation that will result in any losses, I highly recommend you get on that."

Still brimming with anger, Alduin left.

"Always angry, that one," Vile went on. "Now, decisions do not need to be made about the houses now..."

"What do you think?" Miraak asked Sadrith, "You want either of those houses?"

"Wouldn't mind living in Ald'ruhn again," she replied, "I don't imagine you'd care for being a nord in Dunmer territory, though."

"I've been in Ramsay's kitchen, there's nothing they can say that'll faze me," Miraak huffed. "I'd prefer to be close to the Dovah Lounge...that, that's a bit more to my taste than a house in Solitude. Provided you don't mind having your big brother in the same house over your shoulder all the time."

"With dad ready to shout us down at every chance, I WANT you there. He didn't care about us before, he'll 'care' now. I'd...rather have you close."

"Does this mean you'll want to be rid of the house in Solitude?" Vile asked.

Miraak and Sadrith both nodded, and the lawyer drew out another envelope. "A list of contacts for you, then, of those who are interested in its sale. And may I say..."

"If we ever need a contract written, you're available. We know," Sadrith said, "How much did you get out of our grandfather for this will?"

"Enough," Vile said with a smile, "But he knew if he wanted something Alduin couldn't find loopholes in he needed to come to me. I am the best choice for writing ironclad contracts - period."

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It was a breath of fresh (ashy) air, going back to Ald'ruhn. They hadn't been back in years; when they were a lot younger Alduin hadn't much cared for the ash-blasted city of Ald'ruhn. But it felt - right, to Sadrith, it felt like home. The foul weather outside was nice to watch from inside.

Miraak, of course, wore his mask outside, and only lifted it once he'd come inside.

"How you can feel at home here, I don't know," he laughed, "I feel like I've smoked two packs even with the mask on my face...but I guess your mother took you here often enough."

"When dad was...a bit too much. Before she..." There was a pause. "She said here it didn't matter, everything would turn to ash anyway, that it was pretty to watch."

Another pause.

"Do you think you'd want me waiting tables at the lounge?"

"Thought you didn't want to work for me."

"That was before. The loan's paid off. I can actually breathe." Sadrith took a mocking sort of deep breath, and coughed slightly as she inhaled the slightest bit of ash. "I hated stripping but I was making a fortune doing it."

The evening news here seemed to be handled by some dunmer who also wore a mask, and he looked only long enough to see the weather tomorrow was going to be ashy but sunny in both Ald'ruhn and Vivec City.

Good. It would make things a lot easier.

Miraak put a blanket over Sadrith when he realized she'd fallen asleep and then headed to the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

[selfless-solipsist]

Honeyed Confessions

He was a man with a hundred names, yet none of them were his own.

Wander x Villain Reader [Chapter 5]

Link to AO3:

Chapter Five: Whispers Tell Of Troubles Deep

The smell of honey filled the air.

And honestly, it was a very peaceful night. No interruptions, no annoying little orange weirdos (that she didn't mind that much lately). Just some paperwork, a comfortable chair right under her form, her pajamas hugging her curves, a cup of coffee in her hand and...

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WENT ON A DATE WITH WAHNDER?!!!"

...Hater's voice ringing in her ears.

And his yelling was so loud that even the papers on the desk appeared to be trying to get away from the device he was shouting through, scattering about each time the man spoke. Which meant that the 'conversation' was going smoothly, as per usual when it came to the two... friends.

The woman sighed softly, lifting the cup to her lips for a sip of that good, honey-sweet yet bitter beverage and just... mentally preparing herself for the headache that came with dealing with the skeleton lord.

"Yes, I did. So what?" She fought the urge to roll her eyes as she reached down to grab the papers that fell on the floor.

"WHAT, YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO DENY IT?"

Hater was yelling so loud that even people miles in the Galaxy away could probably hear what he was saying, it was a miracle that he didn't break the screen with how much force he put into shouting. And, honestly, to the casual bystander, his outburst was a little too excessive over a simple answer from his ally.

But to him, it was unacceptable.

Though the woman just blinked at the holopad from the corner of her eye, watching as her villainous ''acquaintance'' was practically having a stroke. All the while, she filled out all sorts of forms on her desk. "No, I'm not going to deny it, because I'm not hiding it. But why does it even matter to you?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the desk and finally putting the cup of coffee down.

"I went out on a date with him, dates actually, so what?"

"...Dates?! You had multiple ones?!" His jaw was hitting the floor, but the shock on his face was slowly starting to be overtaken by anger. "And WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU EVEN GO OUT WITH HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE?!!" He put both his hands on the screen, as if trying to reach out and grab for the female through the device.

"Because, it was, fun," ___ said. Simply, and with a certain tone, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at his face on the screen. "We hung out, talked and I don't know what else you'd expect me to say about it."

"BUT THAT'S THE THING!" the skeleton yelled out with a furious pout, "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE FUN WITH A GOODIE-TWO-SHOES LIKE WANDER!!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A VILLAIN REMEMBER?!"

"I am aware of that, yes," She replied, keeping her voice monotone and not showing that she was growing a little irritated at the other, "And I am a villain. But it doesn't mean I can't take a break from doing evil once in a while."

"BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!" Hater ranted loudly, looking like he was on the verge of losing his temper, "HE'S THE GOODEST OF ALL THE GOODY GOOD ONES! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN...?! THAT SPACE HOBO IS UP TO SOMETHING I JUST KNOW IT!" He grabbed the device, practically pushing his face in it. "WANDER IS A SLY, CUNNING, GENIUS! HE'S PROBABLY PLANNING ON TURNING YOU OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE!"

Oh for-

"I am a villain. No one could make me change sides when I'm not planning on switching sides." Her voice was getting a little more irritated. And she could feel a vein twitching just below her face. "Even if Wander was evil and cunning, he wouldn't be able to corrupt me. Nor does he even want to."

"BUT- BUT-" Hater was stammering, his frustration growing by the second. He was having trouble trying to find a response to something that the woman was saying. "BUT STILL! HE STILL HAS SOMETHING PLANNED FOR YOU!" He whined. "I don't even know why you're going out with that,bum! Seriously, he doesn't even wear clothes! He smells like sunshine and rainbows and all that happy crap-- He's just... GAH, GROSS!!"

___ just stared up at the screen, taking a few moments to just take in all of the insults. Her eye was practically twitching as a vein throbbed right on her forehead, but she somehow managed to contain her building rage.

"Yes, he smells like sunshine and unicorns and all of the happy crap in the galaxy, because he is happy," She gritted out through clenched teeth. "He's pure, Hater. And you can't deny that."

Apart from the perveted side, that is.

"Yeah, well, being pure doesn't mean that he's doing something for no reason!" The skeleton yelled back, his voice getting higher in pitch, sounding hysterical, "He's planning something! I know he's planning something!"

"And what do you think he's planning, genius?" She spat out, her patience running thin at this point. "Because last time I checked, Wander's entire purpose-" she made air quotes, "is to help others."

"THAT'S JUST A FACADE!" Hater shouted back, "HE LOOKS AND ACTS ALL INNOCENT AND CUTE, BUT HE'S JUST A SLIMY, WICKED SNAKE! HE'S GOT SOMETHING UP HIS SLEEVE, I'LL TELL YOU!"

___ just sighed, rubbing her temples.

This was, definitely not how she expected this night to go.

"Hater, you're being paranoid," She said, "I know that you hate Wander, you always make sure to tell everyone that at the meetings, but that doesn't mean his main goal is to corrupt me. He's just a- A good being. End of story. That's who Wander is. You know that as well."

"THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK, AND HE'S CLEARLY CONVINCED YOU," Hater ranted with an almost pouty look, his hands trembling a little from how hard he was grasping the device, "BUT DEEP DOWN, HE'S JUST A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING! YOU NEED TO SEE THAT-"

"Hater, it's four in the morning!" She interjected. "I'm tired, and I've had just about enough of you complaining about Wander!" She slammed her fist down on her desk with a loud THUD, making the skeleton flinch as she raised her voice. She usually didn't yell like that, but she was reaching her limit. "I don't see Wander as a threat. You're just biased. There's nothing more to it! Now would you just give it a rest?!"

"I WILL NOT GIVE IT A REST-" Hater shot back, sounding almost hysterical as he got so worked up, "HE'S-"

"That's enough!" She snapped loudly, her voice almost as loud as his, "I said that I don't view Wander as a threat, and that's final! I'm done arguing about it! Goodnight!"

"BUT-"

She immediately cut the call, slamming her hand down on the button before Hater could even finish and then letting out a long, frustrated groan, leaning her forehead into her hand, practically grinding her teeth together. That whole conversation had put her in a bad mood, and she was getting a headache on top of it all. Thankfully, the room was silent once the holopad stopped ringing, save for the woman's irritated, annoyed breaths, trying to calm down from that whole fiasco.

And it would have stayed quiet, just giving the woman time to rest and relax in preace, if it wasn't for the sudden, and very, very uninvited knocking.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before her head snapped up.

No one would be visiting at this time of the night. Especially if they knew how she reacted when she was in a bad mood. And there was only one person in their right mind who would even attempt to visit. Not visit actually, but go through her whole security system unharmed.

And only one person that 'visited' her at all.

Wander.

...

Well, at least he knocked this time.

"Come in," She called out, her shoulders slumping just a little when she heard the door slide open with a hiss, confirming her suspicions.

"Heeeey!"

As expected, his cheerful greeting cut cleanly through the silence. It made the woman's eye twitch in slight annoyance, before she turned her head just a little, seeing the nomad's familiar form. "Whatcha doin' up so late, huh?" He asked, walking further into the room with a slight bounce in his step.

___ just stared blankly at the orange nomad, slowly taking in the sight of the familiar, annoying, cute little space hobo. She wasn't angry at the idiot, of course, and she always enjoyed his presence ever since their little 'bonding experience'. But at the same time, she didn't know if she wanted to hug or smack him.

"I could ask you the same question, you know." She let out a small huff, sitting back in her chair.

"Oh y'know, just passin' through and such," Wander said simply, still with that cheery, goofy grin on his face. He was always cheerful and happy around the woman, no matter how grumpy she got at times. And this situation wasn't any different. "And welllll... guess what?"

She raised an eyebrow, a small, barely visible smirk forming on her face. "What?" She asked, her tone mostly flat, but holding a slight hint of playfulness.

"I brought ya something!" He answered happily, pulling a brown paper bag out from his hat. "Here, catch!" He tossed it over to her, his eyes practically sparkling as he watched her, waiting with bated breath to see what her reaction would be.

She watched the bag for a few moments before just catching it with one hand, almost without any effort. "And what would that be, exactly?" She asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice, although she still didn't know what she was holding.

"Open it up and see!" He suggested, practically bouncing up and down in place with impatience. There was no way he was going to just tell her. He wanted to see the look on her face when she opened the bag and saw what was inside.

The villainess had to refrain from rolling her eyes as he bounced around impatiently. Her attention soon turned to the brown material bag, her eyebrow raising a tad higher. "Alright, fine." She huffed. Then put the bag down gently on the desk, pulling at the string that was holding it shut and slowly pulling out a few.... things.

"Now, what is--?"

She stopped, her eyes going wide-

Cookies?

She stared down at the sugary pastries, one eyebrow raising, "Cookies...? You got-"

"Surprise!" Wander announced with a grin, holding his hands out with a little 'ta-da!' motion, "And yeah, I made these for ya!" He pointed at the treats, watching her carefully to see how she would react.

Her eyes stayed on the cookies for a few seconds before she looked over at Wander with a look of both confusion and amusement.

But mostly confusion.

"You... made me cookies. At four in the morning." She stared at him blankly, the corner of her lips just barely ticking up. "Why?"

"Because!" He chirped brightly, taking a few steps closer until he was standing right in front of her, his grin getting a tad wider, "I had some time on my hands, and I thought 'Hey, ___ likes cookies, I like ___, why not make her some snacks?' sooooo I made some snacks!" He pointed at the treats, his grin never faltering,

"Try one! Try one!"

She just stared at him blankly for several more long moments, her gaze flickering from the cookies back to the nomad's face, just taking in the sight of his goofy, stupid expression. "...You're weird." Was the first thing that came out of her mouth, despite the obvious, very faint, amusement glimmering in her eyes.

"Yeah, well, thank ya kindly!" He answered easily, giving her a bright smile. "Now c'mon, try one of the cookies! I'm dyin' to see your reaction!" He practically squealed, bouncing up and down on his feet in place, like an impatient child.

"Alright, alright, don't get antsy," She huffed, rolling her eyes and picking one of the treats up.

She took a small bite of it, letting out a soft hum of surprise before she slowly chewed it. And after she swallowed and took a few more moments to think, a small smile formed on her face. She gave the nomad a look with one eyebrow raising.

H̵̦̳̹̤̖͍̠͂̉͛̎̒̓͝͝e̷̹͂r̴͔̙͈̼̤̭̜̐̏͑́̑͗ ̴̫̻̣̠͖̦̣͍̉́̽s̵̲͕̠̪͋̅̏̇̄̄͠t̶̡̢̡͉̮͙̲́̀̽o̶̡͕̤͛̽͒͒̕m̵̛͚̺̖̔̔͐́͋̕ͅa̵̮͉̥̥͆͐̏̎c̷̙͛̀͛̃̊͘h̶̗͈̊̈ ̶̢̰̖̭̙͉͖͂͜g̸̛͔̉͋͊̉̐͐̕r̴̛͉͆͋͗̓̆̊͘ơ̷̩̲ẅ̷̧͙̥̳͇͙͚́͘l̷̞̪͔̠̐e̸̡͕̲̪̙͚̽̌̀́̿d̷͉̩͕̫̘̣̄̽̏̃͒͠ ̵̢͂͊͝s̶̮͍̝̜̾i̶̦̙̯͛͊́̉ľ̴̬̙̰̻͛͌ẹ̵̥̔̋n̷̡͖͇͍̳̫̣͍̏t̸̗̹̖́̓̏̉̆͝l̵̨̟̔̀̍ẏ̴̱̤͉͕̊̃ͅ.̴̟̻͈̥̣̟̪̝̍́̆̈́̑͛

"They're good," She admitted, "But what did you do to these things??"

"I made them myself!" He said happily, his eyes never leaving her face, watching as she ate, his grin practically going from ear to ear. "I added a few extra-special ingredients in there. Like a little bit of extra love and happiness, just for you!~"

Of course.

"Love and... happiness," She deadpanned, her expression turning blank again. But there was a hint of amusement in the undertone of her voice. And she actually felt... a little flattered, but she didn't really understand why. Maybe it was because no one had ever made her things before, it just caught her a little off guard.

But still...

"You're acting awfully cheery for this time of the night, you know that?" She said, tilting her head slightly to the side as she eyed him, chewing on the rest of the cookie.

"Oh yeah," He started rocking back and forth on his heels, "Well, actually... I've been a little too cheery lately-" He laughed nervously, his grin turning into more of a sheepish smile, his eyes flickering over her form, "I was, veryexcited to bring ya those cookies, to see what ya think of them... And I guess I've kinda been feelin'... hyper... for a few days now-"

She raised an eyebrow, her confusion slowly growing as she stared down at the nomad. "A few days now? For... something as simple as making cookiesfor me.." She was starting to get a little concerned now, her orbs narrowing as she leaned towards him a little, "Wander... how much sleep have you gotten in the past few days?"

"Well... uhh..." He rubbed the back of his neck a little sheepishly, still with a grin on his face that was now looking a bit nervous, "Not a lotta sleep, actually" His eyes flicked around, not settling on any one particular spot. "Like I said, I've been feeling a little on the- hyper side-"

The villainess just stared at him, her eyebrow raising higher, "And why haven't you been sleeping? You do know you'll wear down just from exhaustion at this rate, right?" She didn't even know why she was so concerned, it was annoying how much she was worried. Maybe it was because the idiot didn't have any self-preservation skills.

Yeah, it was probably why.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine!" He laughed off, waving a dismissive hand, "I'm okay, I don't need to sleep tonight-" He suddenly started to giggle, very softly, still sounding a bit agitated, "Plus, the feelin' of being awake for a long time kinda feels good, you know? No way can I go to sleep now!" The nomad started looking around again, even starting to look a little twitchy.

She just gave him a blank, unamused look, "You're the only person I know who would enjoy that." Her eyes narrowed a little more as she saw him twitching, her concern slowly starting to grow even more now, "Seriously, Wander... what the hell is going on with you? You're acting weird, even for you."

"Like I said," he repeated, still with a happy, goofy grin on his face, "I've just been feeling a little hyper lately. It's nice, really. I've got too much energy to lay down and fall asleep!" He paused as he spoke, shifting his weight on his feet and running a hand through his hair. He was still bouncing in place, his grin looking a little nervous now as he looked up at her face again, his eyes still flickering about rapidly,

"A little too much energy..."

The woman was very tempted to just order the nomad to rest at this point. It was actually annoying how stubborn and bullheaded he was. Not because she thought he was being irritating, but because she thought he was being stupid. And the concern that was now bubbling up inside her at the moment was only making it even more annoying.

She sighed softly, rubbing her temples, "You. Rest. Now."

"No, I really don't need- Wait, did you- Just order me to-" He let out another nervous laugh, his shoulders slouching a little now as he looked up at her again, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Wait a minute, darlin'... are you concerned about me...?"

The female raised an eyebrow. She didn't realize why, but him asking that question seemed to have made the worry inside of her grow even more. Although, she didn't show it, keeping her expression blank, "I'm concerned that you're going to wear down just from exhaustion because of your own idiotic actions." She pointed over at the bed, her bed. "Now lay down. I don't want you passing out in front of me while I'm still working."

He gave her a dead-eyed stare for several moments before slooooowly turning and glancing over at the bed. It was practically begging him to crash on it and take a nice, long rest. He looked back over at ___, and was going to protest again, but then he took in... her expression. She was being stern, almost bossy.

"Okay..." he answered timidly.

He shuffled his way over to the bed, and then promptly plopped down with a low groan, his back hitting the soft sheets as he spread out on it, his orange fur contrasting heavily with the dark red sheets. She however had to force herself to not let out a sigh as she saw him basically burying himself, groaning and letting out soft little whimpers as he snuggled into the bed. He was still technically awake though, she could tell, just from the fact that his expression was still tense and his body was still shifting and squirming around.

She shook her head a little and let out a soft huff, "Idiot..."

"It's so soffttttt," He complained softly, shifting around on the bed a bit, practically nuzzling his face into the sheets. He could smell the familiar, warm honey scent that he loved so much and he couldn't help but smile a little bit as he buried both hands and face into the blankets and pillows, practically snuggling against them. He was definitely more than comfortable enough, that much was clear. But, it still wasn't enough. "And it smells so good too..." He mumbled, burying his face even deeper into the sheets, breathing in the scent all around him.

Her smell.

The villainess tried her best to ignore him, tried to ignore the adorable sight of the orange nomad burying himself in her bed. Because it really, truly was adorable. And she was getting tempted to walk over there and just... lay down with him.

But she knew better.

So instead, she let out another soft, annoyed huff and looked back down at the papers on her desk, forcing herself to focus on them instead of looking over at the nomad.

He whined a little, still squirming around and nuzzling his face into the soft sheets, wanting to smell more, wanting to be even warmer. He pulled his knees up towards his chest and curled up a little, burying his face into the pillow next to him. It was so soft in here, the only thing that could make it better was if he wasn't so hyper. He let out a soft, but frustrated groan, shifting his weight on the bed and burying his face deep into the pillow, practically trying to suffocate himself into sleep.

Wander wanted to drown in her scent.

He wanted to drown in.. her.

She could hear his breathing too, heavier than usual as he breathed in as fast as he could. He was obviously still awake, but he was just refusing to actually go to sleep, so he was starting to get impatient. And it was starting to annoy her. And the thing that annoyed her more was how the idiot was still cute, just like that. With that thought, she shook her head almost fondly, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she filled out another form from her Galaxy.

He was so innocent...

Wander was starting to get impatient now, the more he breathed in the warm, sweet scent, the more he just wanted to drown in it completely. And he was starting to think that maybe the only thing better than just burying himself in ___'s scent as well as the sheets would be if he could burying himself... 

...in ___.

He slowly turned a bit, his eyes were glazed over, like he wasn't fully there in that exact moment. "Darlin', can I ask ya somethin'?"

She almost froze in place when she heard his voice, that stupid nickname making her heart skip a beat in a way that she hated. She had to force herself to keep staring down at the paperwork, despite the way she wanted to look over at the moron. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice flat and cold, "What?"

He was quiet for several moments after that, not saying anything, like he was thinking over the words he was about to say. But he was also smiling, his eyes fixed on the sheets and pillow right in front of him, not really focused on anything. The words he spoke next were soft... but creepy in an innocent, naive way, not realizing the weight they carried.

"Have ya ever... thought about how you'll d̵͉͙̯͕̋͗̽̊̆̚̕i̷͍̟̞̤̼̊ḕ̵̢̺̜̫̦̬̹̀͘?"

She felt a small shiver run up her spine as he spoke, her shoulders tensing as she felt her stomach twist a little. She was more than used to the idea of dying (and well, questions like that weren't that weird to her), she wasn't an idiot, but she still never liked to think about it. So when Wander of all people asked her that, it just... it just struck a nerve in her.

She paused for a moment, trying to keep her voice from shaking and forcing out a cold, flat tone, "...Yes, every villain does, actually."

"Oh." He said simply.

He suddenly looked over at her, his orbs wide and curious, like he was just asking a casual question, "Whatcha think it'll be like?"

At that she bit her lip hard, trying to ignore how he asked the question and just focus on the question itself, forcing a cold, stern tone, "I... I don't really know. Dying isn't exactly something you can prepare for."

"Huh." He replied, frowning a little when he saw that she was visibly uncomfortable now.

He was quiet for several moments, like he was deep in thought about something, before he turned over in the bed again, facing her. His expression was now blank, no longer curious or cheerful, almost neutral actually.

"Then what if ya could?"

___ stared at the nomad, her eyes narrowing a little, "Could what?"

 "What do you mean by if you could?"

He just looked at her for several moments, expression never changing, "If. If ya could choose how ya died, what would it be?"

...

___ didn't say anything at first, mostly because she was taking in the look on the nomad's face. His expression actually concernedher, it wasn't happy and cheerful and goofy like it usually was. And the way he was speaking too, and the seriousness of the question itself was... weird.

It made the woman pause and think. "...I don't know," She finally responded, her tone quiet, but still challenging, "Why?"

He was quiet for several seconds again, like he was thinking about how to respond. But he still maintained that blank, expressionless look on his face, even though he looked like he didn't have another thought in his head. "Awww, but it's easy." He finally murmured, his voice almost monotone.

The villainess suddenly didn't like how Wander was looking at her, or how he was speaking or the almost maniacal smile that began to stretch across his face. She had to suppress the shiver running up her spine and forced out a cold, flat, "What?"

He didn't answer right away, but the grin on his face got bigger and wider, growing more and more creepy. His eyes looked even darker now as he looked up at her, his voice low and slow when he spoke, making his words feel like something heavy.

"It's easy."

He suddenly sat up in the bed, his orbs never leaving her form, the blankets still covering most of his body, his expression now almost insane, "Real easy."

The... hell?

She didn't like it, it reminded her too much of those insane, maniacal, cruel villains she dealt with. It reminded her too much of the cruel, maniacal streak in herself. She shifted a little as she stared down at him, trying to sound uninterested as she repeated coldly, "Easy... what is? What the hell are you talking about?"

He was quiet for several moments, his grin still plastered on his face and his eyes never leaving hers. But then his whole expression started to turn into a smile, and the darkness of his gaze slowly faded away. He was starting to look like his usual self now, goofy and cheerful, the insanity and creepiness he had been exuding just a minute ago was quickly fading away. And he spoke in a more cheerful tone now, like he wasn't creepy at all, 

"Nevermind! Just messin' with ya, darlin'!"

...

___ just stared at him, deadpanned, her tone cold but also irritated now, "Are you trying to give me a brain aneurysm or something?"

"Nope!" He giggled softly, his eyes now sparkling with that familiar mischievous, playful, flirty spark as he leaned back against the pillows, his hands behind his head. "Just wanted to get a reaction out of ya."

Wow. What a creep.

She just kept staring at him, her expression more and more annoyed and irritated. "Were you... pretend crazy just then? Or are you just... actually insane?" She raised an eyebrow, challenging in tone again, "Because I can't tell."

He just laughed softly, still with that mischievous, playful grin on his face as he gave her a quick wink, "Can't a fella pretend to be a lil' crazy just to amuse his lady?" Suddenly the nomad leaned forward, grabbing the sheets of the bed and dramatically clutching at them like a damsel as he gave her a fake, dramatic, "Oh, woe is me! Help, help me darlin'!"

___ wasn't too fazed by his dramatic behavior, she just scoffed a little and shook her head.

But she was actually feeling a little better now. The weird, insane behavior from him a minute ago seriously bothered her. So seeing that it was fake, and seeing him acting like his usual cheerful, idiotic self relieved her. "Yeah right. You wish you could pull off a villain persona."

"Gasp!" The nomad feigned offense, clutching the sheets tighter against his chest and putting on a dramatic, fake hurt expression as he looked up at her from the bed, "Did ya just doubt my skills as a villain, darlin'? How dare you?" Then he dropped the act and smiled at her warmly again."I can so pull of an amazing villain persona!"

She rolled her eyes again, her tone sounding more amused now than irritated, "Oh yeah? Then prove it to me, smartass."

"'Kay darlin'! Ya wanna see what a real villain looks like? Just watch!" He quickly stood up from the bed, practicallypacing around the room as he put his hands behind his back and started to strangely act a scene of some kind of dramatic speech.

However, the female merely crossed her arms as she watched the nomad pace around her quarters, wondering what idiotic or hilarious thing he was planning on doing. She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile a little, secretly enjoying this kind of thing, "This is going to be pathetic, isn't it?"

"Sssshhhh-" He immediately shushed her, giving her a quick glare before going back to his pacing and dramatic acting. Then, he stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up to his face, fingers curled like claws as he started to speak in a deep, slow growl (it didn't sound like a growl, his voice was even more cheerful than usual) that was supposed to make him sound.. intimidating?

"Fools! I will destroy the galaxy and conquer every planet and star in it! Mwahahahaha!"

...

Oh Grop.

She felt her face grow hot, her cheeks feeling flushed as she tried to fight back a smile. Hearing the cheerful fool attempting to sound intimidating was so.. so cute for some reason, that it was painful. And so, even if she was trying to fight back a smile, she still spoke in a more annoyed, deadpanned tone, "You sound like an idiot."

"A- An idiot?" He stopped in his dramatic acting, pausing for several moments as he gave her wide-eyed, fake, wounded expression, hand held to his chest. But then, almost immediately, he dropped it and crossed his arms, pouting like a child, "Hey! Howdare you say that to a villain? I'm very evil, darlin'!"

She gave him an amused look, shaking her head as she continued trying to hide her smile, replying in a flatly tone, "Right. Yeah, okay. You're definitely an extremely menacing threat."

He huffed a little. "You don't think I'm scary at all, do you? I can be real scary, darlin', you're just a meanie!"

"Oh yeah? Real scary?" She repeated with a laugh, her arms crossed as she gave him a look that was a mix between annoyed, challenging and amused, "If you're sodamn scary then prove it, scare me. Right now."

He paused for several moments, his expression serious as he tried to think of a way to prove that he was scary. Then, he got another big, excited grin on his face as an idea popped into his head. Abruptly, he perked up, and started to quickly walk over to her, putting his arms on both of her shoulders and looking right into her eyes, a sly, almost mischievous expression on his face as he spoke in a low, playful growl,

"BOO!"

And that just.. broke her.

She didn't even try to fight back the laugh that she felt starting to bubble up, and it came out as an amused, embarrassed snort, "Pfft- You- You're such a dork."

His eyes widened when he heard the sound, and even more when she admitted that he was goofy. He wasn't expecting her to actually laugh and snort at his stupid little intimidation tactics, but it was still funny to him, and he suddenly started to laugh himself, that sweet, cheerful laugh of his, "Oh! Hey, I gotcha!" Then he released his grip on her shoulders and let out an amused huff, "I'm notthat bad, am I, darlin'?"

She shook her head, trying to stop herself from snickering as she spoke, her embarrassment at her own reaction making her sound even more deadpanned than usual, "Yeah, you're a real big threat, darlin', real scary."

This idiot. This adorable idiot.

She almost couldn't stand it, how cute his little acts were, even if they were completely idiotic and ridiculous.

He just chuckled again, rolling his eyes a little as he crossed his arms, "Yeah yeah, laugh all ya want-" He grinned a little wider, almost sly now as he leaned closer towards her, the mischievous, playful expression in his eyes growing stronger, "Oh. Well then," He suddenly straightened up, taking a step closer to her, his head now tilted forward, "If I'm not scary, you wouldn't mind if I got a little...closer, darlin'?"

___ suddenly felt her heart skip a beat at how he spoke, and how his tone suddenly sounded deeper. Grop, that voice.

Her expression slowly changed, going from more flustered to a dark, challenging smirk as she stood her ground, replying in a deep, cold, but still somehow almost eager tone."Try me."

He giggled at how she replied to him, eyes now half-lidded and sparkling with that mischievous, naughty expression. Taking one more step close towards her, his eyes not leaving hers, he spoke again, his voice much lower this time, so low he was practically whispering into her ear, 

"Oh, darlin', I'll do more than just try."

Her arms dropped to her sides, and she suddenly grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him against her and pushing him onto her lap, wrapping her arms around his waist when she pulled herself closer to him. "Then do it, you little idiot."

Being this close to ___, this close, to his lady, he almost felt a little lightheaded from how she pulled him against her. And now that she was practically trapping him against her, he suddenly felt a sense of thrill run through him. He liked her being a little dominant like this.

"Gladly." He whispered, before immediately pulling her head towards him, crashing his lips against hers.

The woman could barely hold back the satisfied moan that tried to escape her at that. Having him like this, on her lap, she could feelhim, she could feel everything-- his touch, his warmth, the heat of his body against hers, the fast pace of his heart, it was like heaven. So she just gave into the kiss, giving him everything that he wanted and more, wrapping her arms around him even tighter as she kissed him back, completely and utterly lostin the moment.

'̴̨̧̨̛͍̘͇͉̖̰̫̱̤̰̤̘̼̯̹̫̈́̋̽́̈́̈́̓̆̐̾̃̉́̾͂͒̋͘Ḩ̶̨̡̡͇̰͔̘͈͖̖̻̻̖̥͍̹̈́͐͑̐̀̑̐͘̕̚͝e̶̡̢̨̨̛̮͈̟͇̳̠̘̺̞̰͉͔̱̙̥̪̖̊̊̿̃̄̑̽͌́͐̈́̄̍̌͒̀̀̅͘̚͠'̶̡̳̫͈̒̆͊͐̆̑͑̾̔̿̀̓͒s̶̨̨̛̺͚̜̺̙̖̟͖̫̺̮̔͋ͅ ̴̨̛̥͍̬̰̜̺̞͚̥̹͚͚̻̗̀͊̾̌͛̀̆̐̓͋̓́̒̀̋ͅp̶̙̜̥̰̭͉͗͛̏͒̍̚ͅͅl̵̠̭̞͙̩̭̰͈͖̲̻͓̿̅̾͋̈́͌͛͛̅͌͊̈́͛̈́͘͜͝a̴̧̦̙͎̝͓͕̜̮̻̭̫͉̖̞̫̋̾͆ͅn̴̢̢̗̮̰͈͊͊̉̿̆̊̎͗̈̈́̓̍̐̄̄̀̇͌̂̕͝͝͠n̸̩͍̹͔̖͚̙͖͚͐̔̉̆͒̇̌̍̽́͂͝i̸̧̱̙̠͉͍̻͇̎̈́̉͜n̵̛̛̙͉͎̖̥̹̬̝̘͓̫̟̙͙̩̰̯͂͊̽̽̓͐͒͂̀͊̿͗̔̾͐̎̆͗̅͜͝g̷͕̑̓̐ ̴̡̠͙̪̩̱͇̫̲̠̣̊̃̀́͒̅͑͊ş̷̧̢̼̖͎̜̙̘̫̲͔͇̹͕̥̤̟̭̮͚̅͌̍̀̌̚ö̷̢̳̟͔͕̃̒̏̌̀̓̅͆̾̌̐̏̑͒̈́̔̇̈́̚͘̚m̴̧̨̘͚̦̙̻͔̠̥̞͍̩͎͉͎̥͇̟̥͇̱̒̓̾̉̓̅͗̈́̉̆̽̈͘̚͘͝è̸̡̛͖̩̰̤̓̒̀́̓̌̈́̓̈̐̌̀̀͒̚t̴̨̨̡̗̙̳͕͈͕͚͎̩͎͎̽́h̵̡̦̻̪͈̳̙̜̯͕̻̲͖͓̙̯͈̖͛̀̄̌̒̅ḯ̷̬̈́ņ̶̗̮̩͖̘͔̣̘̩͇̜̀̆͐́͑̂̈́̈́̐͐͒̂͂̍̉̃̈́̾͝ͅg̴̘̦̜̩͉̼͓͕͇̻̱̘̻͓̠̟̼̞͈̫͐̌͠!̸̰̪̼͖͉̮͋̑̾͒̃͒̓͒̏͝ ̶̢͔̣̮̘͕̪͖͓̳̘̥̈́͋́̿̒̈́̀̈̚͝ͅI̵̲͆͋ ̸̧̛̛͖̰̟̼̻͕̯̞̜̫͇̐͂̾̈͆̐̆̒̀͒̋̈́̆̃͐̆͘ķ̵̢̡͈̘̫̝̙̜̙̰̯̤͈̞͚͙̝͊̒̀̀̓̿̏̇̋̾̔̂̿̓̉̾͘ñ̵̨̳̜̳̳͚̖͎̫̫̗̰̲̣̖͚̲̫͕̙̩̃̎͆̀̃͜͜o̶̯̰̬͙͇̣̖͂̅̄̓́̉͊̒̄̓̾̓̅̅͘͝ẅ̵̡̢̦͇̣͎̞̘̩̗͔̘̜̯̠̗͙̦́͒̉̾̌̀́́͂͘͝ͅ ̶̧̝̘̲̬̠͚̹̯̎̎͑̽̉̍̃̀̍͊̀̑͌̂̉͗̓̚͘ḣ̸̛̼̮̼̘̠̾͝ȇ̶̳͒̌͊͂̃̂̓ ̷̺͎͉̱̼̺̫̩̗̗̗̬̞̼̞̭̋̀̀̑́ͅi̶̡̢̛̼̣̬̱͍͖̦͂̔̓͒̍̄͌͗͑̆̄̋̇͋̍͝͝ͅs̵̡̠̦͍̠̦͕̗̰͙̭͑̆͋́͗͆͆̍̏̇̃̌̎͑̀͘͝͝!̴̢͚̠̲̞̗̭̤̰̻̜̰̗̏́̒͛̆͒͆̓͌̊̈́͒̅̀̒̎̚͘͜͜͠͝'̵̢̡̨̡̛̹̞̙̝̮͓͇̖͓̟̮̲̞͒̓̋̑́̿̌̔̉͛̓̕̕

Psh, yeah right...

W̵̷̷͎̳̮͌̇̀̽̑̋͝a̵̵̸̛͓̰͖̖͍̘̦̓͑̈̓̍ň̴̶̵͓̤̞͉͉̋̒͗̋d̶̸̷̨͇̥̱̼͔̬̄͑͌͊̎̑́̽͠e̸̸̵̛̤̪͈̲̠͚̱͌̈́͂̈͠r̷̷̵͔̖̣̱̜͖̠̿̀̂̒̀̕̚ ̴̴̸̢̧͕̟͙̲̏̈̎͋̑̃͝͠ͅw̶̴̸̘̻͕̣̖͍͇̓̏͊̈́͒͠͠ͅą̶̴̵͚̙͍͔̀̑̃͑́̐s̷̷̴̖̰͇̐̅̿̐̈̾̚̚̕ ̷̸̷̱̹̪́͋t̶̴̶͍̖̗̺̞̲̅̽̔̌͌̕h̶̵̶̨̩̲͎̳͈͂̈́̀͒̋̽ḛ̵̶̸̢̼̬͈̬́̀͋͊̾ ̷̴̵̛͙̙̬̯͍̽̾̈̍̃̿̂̕m̵̴̶̧̭̹͙̳̄́̂̀̾̎̔͝͝o̵̷̸͚̹̥͎͔̻̰̾̈́̆̂̌̈͗̾͘ŝ̸̸̸̢̧͕̲̏͛͊͒̔͐t̷̷̷̢̢̠̖̼̮̙͑͛̅̌͜ ̸̷̴̝͖̝͊̄͜͝ỉ̸̵̷̢̳̜̜̄͒̉̕ͅn̴̵̸̺̭̥͕̟̗͓̝͋͊͐̽̊n̵̷̴̢̰̱̝͂̈́̿͋͝ỏ̴̴̷̡̡̗̐̐c̷̴̸̢̢͔͓̖͉̗̊͐̒͋̈e̵̸̴̬͎͙̜͓̗̭͇͓̳̿̇̿͐͘͝ñ̴̸̷̳̹͒͆͋́̈̃̋͜͝t̷̵̸̝̹̠̟̝͖͐͐̋ ̸̷̷̙̝̺̻̻͒̋̅̒͋c̴̷̶̡͖̯̬̦̹̈́̓͛́̃̌͝r̸̶̷̨̩̠̝͕̃̓̈̀͗͛̈͛e̸̵̵̛͍͎̫͔̼̥͖̽͛̓̕a̶̶̷̹̖̗̮͙̼̽̒͋̾t̶̴̴̛̺͕̰͔̆͂͐̓̈ǔ̴̸̷̡̗̦̠͍͔̻̥̆͆̽̐̕͝r̸̶̴̪͍̼͆͊̅̒̿̒͘ě̵̴̴̥̜̮͚̗͔́͆̈́́̓̒͝ ̷̷̶̛̜̪̪̫̌̓͛̐͂ǐ̵̵̴̢̠̪̠̝̰̈̎̉͋n̷̴̸̢̨̧̼͕̬̥̰͌̈́͋͠ ̵̵̸̻̙̝͔̤̯̭̟̥͊͑̕t̵̶̶̡̧̲̫͎̣̝̘̜͚̓̀̑̕̚͠͝͠h̸̶̶͍͉̻̩̀̽̔̚͝ͅȅ̷̷̵̜͚͇̗͓̺̟̐̍́͛͋ ̶̸̶̡̲̝͖̖̘͍̬̫̱̂̄͑̾̂̚͠ẅ̷̷̵͓͔̤͓̝̻̱̣́̎́͛͌͂h̷̶̷̡̛̤̖̗͊́͗͊ǫ̶̶̶̘͖̥͔̬̳͂̏͒̉̏̈́͌̕̕l̶̵̵̨̖̱̣̙̥͓̭̙̐́̍̂͊ͅe̸̶̸͖̞͕͖͂́̎͘͠ ̵̵̵̪̜̰̮̭̼̌̀̎̀̋̚u̷̵̴̧̼̰͉͍͍̿̀̇̒̓͝ǹ̷̴̵̰͍̼͉̰̤̤̜̳͂́͐͘͝͠ȋ̶̶̵̦͙̯͇̤͍́̍ͅv̶̸̷̨̭̠͔̰͈̗͋̾̍̐̃̏͜ẽ̴̶̵̥͇��̮̘̙͓̯̈́̀̀͊͐ṙ̸̸̶͈̞̙̥̦̲̜̭̔͗̏̓͒s̷̴̴̙̠͍̄́͗̅͆͝͠e̷̶̷̢̙̾͊̄̈́̓͝

Nothing and no one else mattered, the only thing that mattered to him at the moment was her, the sweet taste of her lips, the feeling of her hands on his body, he would have happily stayed there on her lap, trapped in her embrace like this, forever.

The kiss was deep, passionate, and absolutely addicting. Neither could really bring themselves to let go, they were both completely lost in the blissful haze of the sensation. ___ was feeling more and more heated the longer, the deeper the kiss went, and she kept pulling him closer, her grip on him tightening to the point of probably being painful.

She just couldn't get enough, even if her lungs started to burn.

He was like an addiction.

He was starting to feel a little lightheaded, his breaths coming out in short, shaky gasps against her lips. Even so he didn't want to pull away, he didn't want that feeling of being close to her, of being trapped inside of her embrace to stop. Actually, he felt himself drown in her, felt the way she held onto him, gripped at his body, the way she was clinging to him like he was the most precious thing in the world. It made his heart skip a beat. It was like a dance. Their lips were moving against each other in sync, each of them fighting for dominance. And she was feeling feverish now, her body suddenly felt like it was on fire. Her heart was beating so fast she could almost burst. She could feel his chest rising and falling against hers as they both breathed heavily, she could hear the fast, erratic beat of his heart, she could feel every inch of him, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers, so close she could almost melt.

She didn't want this kiss to end.

But then...

                       ...she felt tired.

He felt like he was floating in heaven. She was everything he could ever ask for and need and more, she was his everything, and he was in absolute bliss. But then, all at once, he started feeling... a lotmore tired than he should be.

It came out of the blue.

The villainess could feel the weariness creeping up on her, making her eyelids feel heavy and her mind hazy. She didn't understand what was happening, but she could barely bring herself to keep kissing him, and she could hardly keep herself upright anymore. She needed to rest, she felt like she could pass out any second now. And so, finally, reluctantly sje pulled away, resting her forehead against his and breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself and tried to stop the sudden wave of tiredness from overcoming her.

Wander felt more and more tired as the moment went on. She had been pulling away from him, and he suddenly felt like he might collapse. His hands were clutching at her, his eyes half-lidded and suddenly very heavy, and he struggled to catch his breath as they rested their foreheads against each other. He tried to speak, but the most that came out of his mouth was a small, tired yawn as he tried to blink the tiredness away.

His soft, cute, tired noise almost made her smile a little, but then she suddenly realized that the yawn actually wasn't just his. Her eyes were practically starting to flutter shut, and she felt incrediblyexhausted. She had to stop herself from actually dozing off then and there. But she forced herself to keep her eyes open, and pulled away from him a little just to look at him.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, staring up at her face. He was having trouble keeping them open, and he felt like he could barely keep himself upright, but he still managed to force himself to look up at her. "It seems.. the folks might be right.." He muttered drowsily, his voice sounding a mixture of exhausted and a little amused, and he slowly reached up, grabbing onto her arms, "..when you're with the right person.. you can relax a little more, huh..?"

She felt her heart skip a beat, a small, almost giddy smile tugging at the corners of her lips when he spoke, her whole form starting to slowly lean towards him. She slowly and gently let her body fall against his. She wrapped her arms around him, and buried her face in his shoulder, letting out a softly, tired, affectionate whisper of, "Yeah..."

He wrapped his arms around her,  just letting his eyes fall shut as she buried her face against his shoulder. It was comfortable to be like this with her, being closeto her. So he smiled a little to himself, replying in a quiet, tired mumble, "..so.. mind if I spend the night here.. with you.. darlin'..?"

___ couldn't even find the will to speak anymore.

She was half asleep already.

The most she could manage was a soft, weary, "..mhm.." and a slight nod, before she wrapped her arms around him even tighter, grabbing him bridal-style (yes) and heading towards the bed. Wander, of course, was caught a little off guard when she suddenly picked him up like that, but he didn't really mind it. He actually found it a little amusing.

"Pfft-" He let out a small little laugh as he wrapped his arms around her neck, resting his face against her shoulder as she carried him, and he was suddenly struck with a sense of comfort... and exhaustion. He felt more and more sleepy with each passing second, his eyes slowly closing, just enjoying her embrace.

When she reached the bed, she unceremoniously, somewhat unintentionally threw him onto the bed. Then immediately followed after him, collapsing onto the bed right next to him, her body landing next to his with a soft thud, right on her face.

Good thing she had a very comfortable bed.

"I can't believe... 4 AM... broke me." She muffled into her pillow, frustrated that exhaustion defeated her, a fearsome villainess.

"..but.. at least.. we're.. here.. together.." He muttered drowsily.

She slowly dragged her face out of her pillow, giving him a slight, tired, pouty look. "..I guess.." As she mumbled, her eyes slowly closing, she reached for him, grabbing at his waist and pulling him against her, burying her face into his neck as her arms wrapped around him.

The feeling of being in her embrace, having her wrap her arms around him like this, it felt so warm, and nice.. he loved it. He let himself sink into her arms, relaxing as his eyes slowly closed, and he suddenly gave in to the overwhelming drowsiness, completely surrendering himself to the feeling of safety, the comfort that he felt in her arms.

He could have stayed like this forever.

Her mind was hazy with exhaustion, she was still somewhat aware, but she was drifting away to sleep by the second. And in those last few moments of consciousness, she felt.. so completely and utterly at peace.

More relaxed, more at ease, than she had in a long time.

But then, just like him, she suddenly surrendered herself to the exhaustion, her eyes slowly closing as she drifted off to sleep, holding onto him like a lifeline.

It felt like they were floating in space, the stars above them, the feeling of the galaxy around them, both of them in each other's embrace, the rest of the universe simply ceasing to exist, the only important thing in the entire universe, the only thing that mattered, was the feeling of her holding onto him, clinging to him like this, and he felt like nothing could ever break them apart.

Until, just before he drifted off to sleep completely, he muttered something.

Just barely, she heard something. A quiet, mumbled apology. And she didn't know what he was apologizing for, but she also didn't care much about that at the moment.

She was so unbelievably exhausted that she could barely think. "..mmm?"

A small, tired laugh escaping as he suddenly moved a little closer to her, completely surrendering himself to her arms, burying his face against her neck. He could practically feel the warmth of her breath against his ear as he continued to hold her.

And in his hazy, half-asleep state, he just muttered in a mumbled whisper,

"All of it.. is for you."

[sir-phineas-lost]

TDP Book 5: Water

So this apparently dropped almost a week earlier than what was announced and I binged all of it at once as usual. Since I only just finished it I can’t quite tell if I like it better or worse than previous seasons (for summary: I loved the first 2 because it looked like they were heading somewhere really interesting, I hated season 3 because it completely dropped the ball and season 4 was starting to head back in the right direction). I feel like I should write a few things down to sort them out. Lots of spoilers below.

I think it was the right decision to split the party up more than they were last season because it no longer feels like Ezran is just hanging around for the sake of it and gives Rayla and Callum more time to interact and rebuild their relationship. I still don’t care one iota about said relationship because they are boring MC-shipping, but at least it doesn’t feel like it is actively eating up others’ screen-time.

The detour to Lux Aurea feel superfluous. It is very disconnected from the other subplot involving Karim and Kim’dael and the one lasting consequence (Zubeia’s wound) is apparently healed by the end of the season with absolutely no input from the main cast. Obviously this is setup for next season and this mysterious mushroom-mage but I can’t help but feel that there had to be a more convenient way to get there.

As usual, Claudia remains the very best part of the show and I will not hear a bad word about her. Her worry for Viren is so absolutely palpable it hurts and for once I think they dodged all the pitfalls of framing it as a sin. Having Terry around proves to be the best change to the show as a whole since the timeskip and he keeps being a positive influence on Claudia without being judgemental about it.

This also makes it pretty jarring when we get to Claudia’s final confrontation with the gang and after a full season of humanizing her and proving that she will listen to reason instead of going for the kill, she goes into full villain-mode from the start with crazy ranting and “I will destroy you all” speeches. All so that the gang can feel uncomplicated in dealing out the most graphic violence in the show so far. I used to joke that I would be ok with Claudia reducing elven cities to ash, I now think I would be fine with her ripping out Ezran’s spine while making Callum watch. As a treat.

Side-note: I am very ok with the trend of Claudia transforming into monster-ladies for big fights.

Please keep that up.

Viren also continues his positive development from last season, but unfortunately it is the exact kind of “redemption” I didn’t want for him and Claudia. The kind where it is all about him agreeing with everyone else that everything he ever does sucks and that dark magic is unambiguously evil. Sorry to people who like this development but I don’t see a lot of moral complexity in doing a 180.

Callum actually has a pretty interesting arc this season. After being convinced last season that it was his curiosity that would make him susceptible to Aaravos’ influence it instead draws direct parallells between him and Claudia by having love for his friends and especially Rayla be the reason he breaks his own moral code. It still relies heavily on the show’s nonsensical policy on dark magic for his guilt to make sense but it is something.

Unfortunately the show seems committed to its policy of character-centric morality. Ezran can make a speech to Callum about how they should focus on containing Aaravos instead of killing him because violence should be a last resort, and yet make no attempt at anything but violence when stopping Claudia.

Overall I just find it ironic how a book called “Ocean” manages to drive home how shallow this whole show is. It paints its main thesis on its forehead but has absolutely nothing of interest to say about it. “It is bad to do bad things for good reasons”. No shit Sherlock. Come back when you actually have something to say about what makes something bad in the first place or how to deal with the things that made someone think the bad thing was necessary.

[greyghoulclub]

Harringrove Flip it Reverse it prompt 5 - trope subversion: meet cute

written for @harringrove-flip-reverse-it

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46146094

Billy antis DNI.

The new guy at work was an asshole. He was only a secretary but walked around like he owned the place. Steve isn’t 100% sure why he was hired. He looked better suited to be working in a gym or as a nightclub bouncer, so why take the job in a kindergarten? 

Steve was also sure of another thing, the guy hated him. When he wasn’t working or flirting with the moms who were dropping off their kids while they went to work, he was glaring at Steve. At least six times a day (Robin counted) Steve had a set of blue eyes trying to laser a hole in the back of his head. Steve had no idea what the hell this guy’s problem was. 

“God he’s so fucking annoying,” Steve grumbled to Robin over coffee before the kids game in for the day. 

“Who? California nightmare barbie?” Robin sipped at her coffee that Steve was sure was half vanilla creamer.

“Yes! The guy is so obsessed with me! What do I have to do to get him to leave me alone to do my job?” Steve accented his mini-rant with plenty of hand gestures, spilling a little coffee on his already-stained apron. 

“I might have an idea of why,” Robin raised an eyebrow at Steve, willing him to get what she was trying to say without saying it, but Steve had already got himself into a staring match with New Guy by the coffee machine in the office. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he huffed while waiting for his cup to fill. It was one of those you get from roadside attractions, that said “Greetings from San Diego”. New Guy seemed even more irritable than usual, with dark circles under his eyes and 5 o’clock stubble. 

“What is your problem man?” Steve braced himself for anything New Guy would throw at him, but it didn’t happen. He said something about having to sign the kids in now, so he and Buckley better be ready for the ankle-biters. 

Robin did not miss the longing look that New Guy threw over his shoulder at Steve. She didn’t get how Steve couldn’t see that New Guy was head over heels for him. Steve had already gone into the playroom to greet the gaggle of 3 year old coming in, she figured she should join him. 

“Hi, Mr Steve! Hi Miss Robin!” Alejandro, a sweet little boy who loved three things, transformers, fruit roll-ups, and nap time, in that order, he ran into the playroom to greet them once all the kids were signed in.

“Hey, Alejandro, did you have a nice birthday yesterday?” Steve got an Optimus Prime figure shoved in his face when he bent down to Alejandro’s level. Steve got the full run-down of how cool the Transformers are and how Optimus Prime is the coolest one. 

While Steve was talking to the kids and helping them into aprons for arts and crafts time, Robin went out into the foyer to speak to New Guy. He was sitting at the front desk, typing into the attendance register.  Robin leaned against his desk until he looked up. 

He sighed, “What do you want Buckley?” He sounded annoyed like she had interrupted him doing something important. 

“Ok, first of all, it’s Robin, and second of all Baywatch-”

“Billy.”

“Yeah, ok, Billy. As I was saying I know you’re head over heels for Steve. And he’s as oblivious to your affections as a brick wall, and I know you’re emotionally constipated so you might just have to suck it up and tell him you like him,” she ended her speech by slapping her hand on Billy’s desk. 

Billy looked like Robin had just slapped his grandma, “I do not have a crush on Harrington,” he folded his arms and glared back at Robin. 

“And I smell buuuuuuullshit. I’ve seen how you look at Steve, and as much as I want him to get laid so he stops complaining to me about his latest failed date, he is my best friend and if you hurt him I can and will slash all of your tires.”

Billy laughed, a harsh guffaw, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Harrington hates me, I’m fairly sure he’d punch my lights out if he had the chance.” There was a hint of dejection in his tone that didn’t suit the loud, brash, and confident Billy that Robin knew. She was starting to suspect that it was an act. 

“Here’s an idea, talk to him instead of either glaring at him or making goo-goo eyes,” Robin watched with amusement as Billy flustered at the crossroads she had caught him in. The man was speedrunning through the five stages of grief. 

“I don’t make goo-goo eyes,” was all Billy could come up with but there was no bite to his words. He was fiddling with that pendant he always wore, one of those that Robin saw surfers wear all the time. She remembered overhearing Billy talking about surfing in California while he was flirting with one of the moms who dropped their kids off while they worked in the offices nearby. 

Billy was going to say something but Robin didn’t hear what it was before she was called away to help Steve with the kids. God, she hoped that Billy could get over himself to ask Steve out or she may have to take drastic action for her own sanity. 

“What were you and off-brand Axl Rose talking about?” Steve asked when Robin wasn’t helping the kids with the hot glue gun. 

“Nothing you need to worry about dingus. Turns out he’s not just glares and Mötley Crüe, who would of thought.”

Robin very carefully gauged Steve’s reaction, there was some weird sort of hope in his eyes, at least Robin thought it was hope. Did Steve like Billy too? Robin wasn’t sure when her workday had turned into a rom-com movie and she was the best friend character who tries to get her stick-in-the-mud friend to take a risk and ask out the bad boy he’d been admiring from afar. Not that Steve was a stick in the mud but it had been a while since he had a date. 

Robin didn’t have time to think more about it because Alejandro and Joshua had started arguing over who got to use the red glitter and she really didn’t feel like finding glitter in her clothes three months from now. She also didn’t miss Billy watching Steve from the reception room. 

********

The rest of the day went as well as it could’ve done. There were a couple spats over nap time spots and a scraped knee on the playground. Steve had swooped in with jokes to distract Vicky while Robin cleaned her knee and put a Spongebob bandaid on it. 

“You must have been really brave,” Billy was cooing over Vicky while he was signing her out. Vicky was still a little sniffly from her fall and hugged her mom’s leg, but mumbled a yeah, and wiped some tears away. 

“I’m sure it’s all going to be alright Vicky,” her mom lifted her up onto her hip and slung her backpack over her shoulder. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” she called over her shoulder.  

Billy made a point to speak with all the kids and their parents, asking them about their day and listening attentively as the kids spoke about what they had done during their time at kindergarten. It was actually kinda sweet, how Billy genuinely cared about what the kids had to say. 

Robin nudged Steve from where he was standing staring at Billy with big puppy dog eyes. Steve looked like he just got a static shock when Robin told him to go over and speak to Billy. His face flushed and he started to make excuses for why he wasn’t going to do it. 

“Steve,” Robin poked Steve’s shoulder to get his attention, “Steven, look,” she pointed to Billy, who was walking over to them. Steve hadn’t noticed while he was having his slight freak out. 

Billy looked just as awkward as Steve was, his open shirt revealed that he was blushing down to his chest. He was fiddling with his pendant again, must be a nervous habit Robin thought. Billy looked like he either wanted to be taken out by a sniper or to light himself on fire.

“What do you want Billy?” Steve sounded like he had resigned himself to being annoyed by Billy now. 

“I was, uh, I was…” Billy trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip before taking a deep breath and saying, “I want to take you out. For dinner. I, uh, would like to take you out on a date if- if that’s ok with you.” Robin wasn’t sure that Billy’s face could get any redder than it was now. But Steve’s face was a strong contender. 

“You want to take me out on a date?” Steve was absolutely dumbstruck. Billy Hargrove, asking him out on a date? Steve pinched himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream or something. 

“Yeah… there’s this Italian place on Queen’s street that does great carbonara if you’d like to go?” 

“It’s a date Billy,” and Steve grabbed Billy’s hand to walk out of the building.

[10hourshift]

Stupid/silly rant abt something that probably only I care abt xd

(god i spent so much time on this)

So, for the last two days I've tried to make a redesign of the shadow-magical-girl chica outfit

This one ⬆️⬆️

And it literally sucks so much* that it leaves me with no idea to redesign it without changing everything from it

*in regards of design according Ann's Character, not if the outfit in itself, that is actually really cute*

So I'm just going to point out some things that bother me and mention what I think it would work instead

The outfit as it is

Look, i know this might be a personal bias, BUT magical transformations should be fun!!The excuse of "it's magic, it can do whatever it wants" gives us the opportunity to make cute outfits and stuff!!

Look, the dress is cute, alright, but adding a little bit more of details can really seal the deal here, maybe a bow in there, or some chains if we are going w a more "edgy" design, or adding a few markings on the boots to make them less flat. (Look i know that the design also can not be overly complicated bc the model would be hell to animate, but this girl needs accessories!)

Look, if you added a few random things over the original design it would make it a little bit more interesting, you could call it a day, right? Well yes, but that's what takes me to my second point...

This design is nonsense!!

Look, magical transformations are usually based in a certain theme or idea surrounding the character. Here are some examples

So, with that in mind, what can get get from chica transformation? (That story wise is supposed to show her growth as a person bc it shows that she accepted "her shadows"*)

*what are the shadows anyway, opposite personalities, their biggest fears or just ~bad vibes~?)*

Well, nothing, being the look so basic, and even with the long hair, something that is uncharacteristic of chica, she doesn't look like herself (you can edit the eyes and say it's joy, and it would look more credible) and it's only a problem for Ann, because both Freed and Bonnie have transformations that show their characters

This one is more of a fusion of Freddy and Fred, with the school uniform for Freddy (being his most recognizable look), and the vest for Fred (i want to remember the outfit that Fred uses in the wolf in sheep clothing has a black vest, this one could be representing that but idk)

This one does a Great job, because shows a lot of Bonnie personality (his love for the guitar w the pick, the characteristic hairdo that he does when playing, even the outfit is more "rock" idk how to explain)

So, how did this happen?

Well it's really simple, Chica doesn't have any personality of her own, or things she's recognizable for.

Both Freddy and Bonnie have things that they are known for (Fred and the Yaoi guitarist), that are used in the transformation, Chicago on the other hand isn't recognized for anything else beyond being The Girl™ of the band, in that sense, the transformation does a nice job representing that.

But Chica is more than that

In the series we see different aspects of her, she likes having and supporting her friends, she likes sewing and making clothes, she's the last one to give up on anything, she started a band with the trouble kid, an apathetic dude, a micro niche celebrity and the strange new kid, and somehow she made it work! So there's really no excuse to have her as basic as that.*

Oh hey btw i did make a design for her, but as I said before its really different from the original, and then I realized it kinda looks like @cinnabundolly12 Design--- this one that is waay cooler than mine, so I gave up and made this strange rant

*to be completely fair, Chica has a lack of troubles or conflicts of her own, most of them are related to the whole group, she has a little self doubt one chapter and then sings her song and that's it, she's also very bland as a character xd*

I just put the drawing here bc i liked how the body came out and I will probably delete the file from my phone later

I based the design from here

And it just follows a star theme, i used that bass I found on Pinterest lol. Also I did try to implement some elements from the original but lol ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 31

“I don’t know what I did, but I know I did something,” Stiles complained as he and Scott carried their gear back to the Jeep. They’d been practising Lacrosse at the local park now that school was closed due to summer break, despite it being the off-season. It would keep their fitness up for Cross Country when Junior year commenced in August. “I’m telling you, Scott. She’s mad at me. I haven’t seen her since we got back to town.”

“Didn’t you say her brother grounded her?” Scott raised a brow, trying to follow his best friend’s ramblings.

“Yeah, but it’s been two weeks and she hasn’t tried to sneak out once.” Stiles resonated, shutting the boot to the car with a loud thud.

“Maybe she’s just following the rules.” The wolf shrugged, not seeing the significance.

“But her replies to my messages have been really weird. Look,” Stiles pulled his phone out and brought up his message thread with Zaida, flashing his friend the screen.

“This just looks like a normal conversation…” Scott peered at the messages, not seeing anything he’d deem out of the ordinary. “She’s still responding to you, right?”

“Scotty boy, there’s something you gotta learn, and it’s that not all girls are like Allison. She might completely cut you off when she’s mad at you, which makes it easy for you to tell, but most of them don’t do that. Most of them - like Zaida - will tell you it’s fine when really nothing is fine, and everything is about to explode in your face!” He rambled theatrically, his features moving exaggeratedly as he shoved his phone back into Scott’s face. “Look, there’s no pop-culture references, or little rants about movie plot holes, and it’s all grammatically correct.”

“Why does the grammar have anything to do with it?” Scott frowned, not understanding much of anything at the moment.

“Because, Scott, usually when she messages she gets all excited about what she has to say and her brain moves faster than her fingers so she ends up making a bunch of spelling and grammatical errors. Sometimes her sentences don’t even make any sense.” Stiles sighed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But these all make perfect sense. Ergo, she’s absolutely furious and plotting all the ways she’s going to completely eviscerate me when she gets un-grounded.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re unnecessarily dramatic?” Scott turned away climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

“Yeah, all the time, but what does that have to do with anything?” Stiles brushed it off and slid into the driver’s side. Scott’s blatant insinuation went right over his head in his distracted state. “I texted Lydia to ask her if she knew if Zaida was okay, and she said nothing was wrong! Can you believe that?”

“Believe what? Doesn’t that mean that she’s fine and you’re overthinking it?” The wolf clarified and then backtracked to what he’d just heard. “Wait a minute, you got Lydia’s number, and instead of gushing about that for hours you’ve been decoding Zaida’s messages like some kind of Shakespearean book?”

“Okay first off, that means that Zaida’s not just upset in general, she’s just mad at me specifically, which is infinitely worse. Secondly, Shakespeare wrote plays, not books. And thirdly, YES, keep up!” Stiles rolled his eyes and stuck his keys into the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.

“Right,” Scott nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around the situation. “And are you sure you still like Lydia?”

“Yeah, duh. What does my hopeless crush have to do with anything? I’m not talking about Lydia right now, I’m talking about Zaida, and the fact that she’s going to use her powers to cook me from the inside out like a Stiles-sized microwave dinner!” He blurted and then froze when he realised what had just come out of his mouth. “Oh, shit.”

“‘Use her powers’?” Scott straightened in his seat, repeating his friend’s slip-up. “What powers? I thought she still wasn’t presenting?”

“Yeah…about that,” Stiles chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to backtrack now that it was out in the open. If Zaida wasn’t mad at him before - which he knew she one-hundred percent was - she definitely would be now. “So, we kind of discovered that the reason why she didn’t turn into a werewolf when Peter bit her was because she was already something else. Her powers have slowly been developing over the past few months and you know how I told you I couldn’t hang out because I was sick with the flu? Well actually, I took her to her beach house in Monterey and we found her family’s Bestiary in a secret room hidden behind a bookshelf, which told us that she comes from a long line of Nymphs.”

“You guys did what?” Scott gawked at the new information that was being revealed to him. “You’ve both been working on this for how long? Who else knows?”

“Just us two and Lydia. Oh, and Derek kind of knows a little, I guess. Which means Isaac probably knows a bit too,” Stiles trailed off, trying to make Scott feel better about being left out but actually accomplishing the complete opposite. “But Allison definitely doesn’t know anything.”

“So Allison and I are the only two people who had no idea about any of this?” Scott muttered, slightly offended that Zaida hadn’t trusted him with this. He knew they weren’t exactly the closest out of the group but he’d thought that with everything they’d all gone through they’d be beyond keeping such secrets.

“Look, it was a personal thing that had a lot to do with her family and her parents’ death. She just wanted to figure it all out before she told you guys. Or, at least, before she told you. She doesn’t want to tell Allison anything because she’s convinced she’ll get another crossbow bolt to somewhere a bit more important this time - like her face - and I’m not yet entirely sure that she’s wrong. At the very least it would put her on the Argents’ map.”

“What is a Nymph, anyway?” Scott swiftly changed the subject, not really wanting to talk about Allison’s place in her family’s business right now.

“They’re nature spirits tied to different elements.” The boy explained in the simplest way he could put it. “Zaida’s a water spirit, so she can manipulate good ol’ H2O, but that also comes with a myriad of other cool powers.”

“Like healing?” Scott nodded.

“Yeah, like healing.” Stiles nodded in confirmation. “But she can also feel other people’s emotions and even physical feelings like pain. We’ve been working on creating mental blocks to keep her shut off from it.”

“So that’s how she knew something had happened to you at the Lacrosse final, she could feel you,” Scott recalled how panicked she’d been when he had found her on the field and how she’d been desperately searching for the boy.

“Exactly,” Stiles continued. “Her abilities are stronger with some people rather than others and we think it’s got something to do with an emotional connection. The stronger her connection with someone, the easier it is for her to tap into deeper abilities with them, the more she feels and the harder it is for her to block it out. Apparently, this is just the beginning of her power. Deaton thinks it can extend to being able to manipulate emotions too and project feelings onto other people.”

“Deaton knows too?” Scott interjected in protest.

“Oh. Yeah, I forgot to mention him,” Stiles ran a hand through his almost completely grown-out buzz-cut with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, buddy. But hey, in our defence, you neglected to tell us that you were conspiring with Gerard and double-crossing him by slipping wolfsbane into his pills. So, I guess we’re even now.”

Scott couldn’t argue with that logic.

“And here’s your change! Have a great day!” Zaida smiled and handed the lady her bag as well as a handful of coins. When the shop was finally empty again she adjusted her bra straps beneath her uniform, hating the way they kept slipping off her shoulders. The uniform was bad enough on its own - the black pants with the matching polo shirt weren’t awful in and of itself, but it was the neon pink apron she was forced to wear on top of it all that she hated. It was stiff and uncomfortable and obnoxious. She despised the colour pink unless it was in a much quieter shade of pastel. However, pretty much everything else about her summer job was great. She got to eat the defective products whenever she wanted, and she got to play whatever music she liked - as long as it was appropriate - and she got to spend hours taking photos and videos of products and running the social media sites for advertisement purposes.

“You work in a Candy Shop!” Came a loud gasp from the front of the store as Stiles entered with a broad smile on his face, his wide eyes scouring the multiple shelves full of bright candies in a manner of colours and flavours and types. “That is so cool!”

“Hi there, boys.” Zaida rolled her eyes at Stiles’ antics and nodded to the werewolf who trailed after him. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, nothing. We were just hanging out at the mall, you know? Doing some shopping, trying on some dresses- uh, clothes! I meant clothes.” Stiles chuckled nervously, trying to name any mall-related activities he was familiar with. Unfortunately, his mind immediately recalled the last time he was here with Zaida when she’d tried on her Winter Formal dress. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Uhuh, and you two just wanted some candy, right?” Zaida nodded, playing along. “This surprise visit has nothing to do with the fact that Lydia told you I work here now?”

“Whaaaaat…? No, of course not.” Stiles drew out the word in a high-pitched voice, turning to look at Scott as he walked up to lean on the front counter in an attempt to appear casual. “Did you know Zaida worked here? Because I didn’t know she worked here.”

“Stiles, cut the crap. I know she told you.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “And you know I’m grounded. I’m only allowed out of the apartment for work, and if Xander catches wind that you’ve come to visit me, he’s going to make me quit. The only reason he let me get this job - other than the fact that I literally begged him for it - is because he thinks it means I’ll make more friends. Non-supernatural friends, because he’s banned me from seeing you, remember?”

“I am being discriminated against, I tell you.” Stiles pouted and Scott just watched the interaction wordlessly. “And since when have you done what Xander wants?”

“Ahh yes, the crippling oppression of the straight, white, male population is really working against you here, Stiles.” Zaida’s words dripped with dry sarcasm. “I have to do what he wants, or he’s going to sell the apartment and move us back to San Francisco.”

“Ahh, but you forget, I am also neurodivergent.” The boy pointed out. “And he’s totally bluffing, by the way. You said he’s been working towards being a deputy for years, he wouldn’t give that up and jeopardise the trajectory of his career just to keep you away from a harmless friend. You’re the supernatural one in this relationship. My dad should be trying to keep me away from you, not the other way around.”

“If your dad knew what I am - and what Scott is - he definitely would be keeping you away from us,” She rolled her eyes and busied herself with fixing up the displays at the counter, trying to avoid looking at the boy who made her heart thunder in her chest. These past three weeks she’d managed to keep herself relatively distracted from the fact that she now knew she was crushing on Stiles. By distracted, she meant she’d completely avoided him and pushed her feelings into the furthest corners of her mind, covering them with a heavy blanket of despondence.

“Nah, there’s no way. My dad likes you guys more than he even likes me.” Stiles snorted sceptically. “Which should really bother me more than it does, you know?”

“Stiles, I’m working. You need to leave.” She hissed at him under her breath and swiftly turned to smile at a regular customer approaching from behind him, gesturing for them to come forward to the counter. “Hello Janet, how are you today?”

“See, I told you she’s mad at me,” Stiles whispered to Scott, deciding to take the hint and leave.

“That seemed like a completely normal conversation.” The werewolf shook his head at his best friend as they walked out into the main section of the mall.

“Seriously? You didn’t notice how she wouldn’t look me in the eyes? Or how she kept fiddling with things to avoid paying attention to me? Or the glaringly obvious way she just kicked us out?” Stiles exclaimed, flying through his words and his hands moved about expressively.

“I don’t know man,” Scott trailed off. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t think Zaida was mad at the boy at all. In unintentionally reading her chemosignals he knew Zaida’s frustrations were directed towards herself. Towards Stiles, she had been feeling something entirely different…

[boscarooth]

I usually do not have many issues with shipping community, sometimes I even get involved, but the target of my frustration today is Sidon x Link, because I do not like how it is depicted considering that in universe he seems to treat him more as an older sibling especially considering both of their relationship with Mipha and how they both seemed to be treated as younger brothers with feelings for link starting to develop fully towards the end of her life. And before people say that he reacts too strongly for it to be anything but feelings for each other, TOTK is a game about someone hunting down someone that they love, the first thing Link 'says' is asking about zelda, not the regional phenomena, not the sage themselves but about zelda, and zelda herself (spoiler warning for those still not in the know) turned herself into a dragon and underwent what seems to be a massively painful transformation to help Link and my personal belief is that she had thoughts when she was doing that, hope there would be a way to get back to Link or whether it was something that resembled a suicide attempt after losing everyone who cared about her and not seeing any other route.

Both Link and Zelda show what they were willing to do, but Sidon sided with Zora's domain first, not searching for Link but keeping the water pure with a fairly hopeless act of taking it purely upon himself to purify the water, the amount of zora we see acting as guards could probably do a decent job of keeping the water mostly pure, especially when you consider some of the more powerful zora, but he stayed because his heart was there, not with Link.

Thank you for listening to my rant

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships me when im bored and i want tpoif to meet my deena bff oc

Tw: implications/mentions of r-p3 and abu$e

"Holy sh-" Dalia heard from behind her. She had found her way back to attatch herself back to her lower half just in time before the sun rises, and so she tensed up as she heard a voice.

It was one of Deena's other friends. The prince with the golden hair. What was his name? Aladdin? Al..something. She never bothered. His name was hard to remember especially since she came from a different place.

"Y- you-!" He pointed at her, his voice breaking as he tried to find the words. "What did you just-"

"You saw?" She asks, her eyes glinting innocently.

"..yes?!" The prince basically shouted, but was shushed by a hand covering his mouth.

"Shh!" Dalia whisper-scolded.

He removed her hand from his mouth. "You- what are you exactly?!"

"I'm.. a creature that is believed to be a myth.. just like your friend!" She explained, hoping he would get it. But his blank expression told her otherwise. "Deena!"

"What-" he was cut off.

"Honestly, I don't know why it's a shock to you. Didn't Deena openly admit she eats people too?" She ranted, confused.

"Yeah! But she.. she just grows a tail.. and scales.. but- I- you do that thing!" The prince stammered.

"Oh! Yeah, it's kind of weird. To consume human flesh I must do this when nighttime strikes, but still I have limited time, and I have to get back to my lower half before the sun rises. It's a good thing they're unfamiliar with things like me. It'll be easier." She explained to the prince, looking at the sun about to rise. She turned to look back at him taking all the information in.

"Why are you even up at this hour?" She asks, not waiting for a response to her previous statement.

"I-"

"Alistar!" A woman called out to him.

Ah. Alistar. How could she forget the name?

Alistar responded as the woman got closer. "Eve? What's the fuss about?"

"Get Ella." Eve said, before Dalia furrowed her brows in curiosity.

She reached out to Eve. "What is it?"

"Martha's husband was found dead, with a heart carved out, and she found a clump of blood on the floor." Eve explained frantically, about a close acquaintance that always came at her shop.

'So her name was Martha.. that's pretty.'

Little did Eve know, Alistar knew something that could be the cause of this.

But what they didn't know.. was that Dalia knew something else.

~~~~~

"You should've called me!" After Dalia had told Deena what happened, the siren was in panic.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know! I just-... before the night striked, he.. before I even transformed he was.. he was hurting her! He was pulling her by her hair and she was pregnant!" Dalia explained.

"You could've kept the baby!" Deena argued.

"She didn't want it!"

"How can you tell?"

"Because he wasn't the father, Dee!" Dalia had a hurtful expression on her face, one mixed with guilt and an expression that told Deena she meant well. But it didn't feel right.

"I... I saw it. I heard them talking. I heard her say that everytime she looked at her stomach she was reminded of the day someone else... did something to her. And everytime.. he called her a cheater for it. He called her a whore. And she wanted everything to disappear.. so I.." she didn't even need to continue. "I'm sorry.. I.. I don't know how you're going to tell them this.. I-.. but if I tell them.. I don't think Martha would want to face me.. or.. anyone!"

She usually felt no remorse for what she did, but maybe because she grew up with ruthless creatures that made her feel like she did no wrong.

But she did.

She felt her throat forming a lump. "I'm so.. sorry.."

Deena sighed. "We'll figure it out. Come on." She said before taking her hand and walking towards the castle halls where the others were.

For the first time in her life, Dalia felt remorse.

[the-panmixxia]

Pound of Prevention (and an ounce of cure) Chapter 5

Two figures wandered through narrow alleys, closely following a magical, purple thread as it flickered in and out of existence. Janus huffed in frustration as it completely disappeared, lowering his hands and rubbing them to ease the cramping.

"This isn't working." Janus mumbled, rather grumpy. Remus grinned, quite happy to trot next to the frustrated warlock.

"I still say we should hijack a sound system and blast Paramore until the little emo scuttles out of a crevice!"

Janus simply rolled his eyes, fiddling with the lapels of his peacoat before reengaging his spiritual bonds. A neon green thread lead straight to Remus, an orange thread trailing far east to his brother a few states away. And one, faint purple thread, barely there and leading them dead ahead. A tether to Virgil.

A tether that flickered once more, and disappeared into nothingness.

"Don't fret, Janny! It was going a bit to the left. That's a direction to get waking in, huh?"

The two kept walking, Janus eyeing the sky critically. It was going to rain soon, and in no less than an hour Virgil would be transforming back into a kitten. The guilt threatened to eat him alive at any moment, though it was rather difficult to wallow in past mistakes when a devilish imp was hanging off your arm, singing crude parodies to pop songs under their breath.

"Hmm. Maybe Virgil is in there?" Remus says with a smirk, nodding towards a building across the street. Music could be heard from inside, and neon signs in the window depicting silhouettes of girls in bikinis, it was rather apparent what the place was. "I think we ought to check it out, just in case."

"Something tells me that our socially anxious, asexual friend is not going to be in a bloody strip club!"

Remus simply grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno, maybe spook will surprise you. I bet Virgie is getting a lap dance right now. Oh, can you imagine?"

Janus scoffed, cuffing the horny imp round the ear. "Give the Gods a break Remus, we find Virgil this week I'll give you a lap dance myself. Let's get moving."

With the vague promise of a lap dance from his favorite, uptight warlock, Remus seemed a lot more motivated to find the third roommate. That's not to say Remus wasn't worried about Virgil, or that he didn't want spook back. It was just that…well, Virgil was a human equivalent of an adult, and technically within spooks right to disappear into the night like a much less intimidating Batman.

The pessimism was pissed out of his bloodstream the second Janus was able to clench his ass and get the magic up and running once more. This time, the thread traveled a few feet ahead before curving upwards to a tall apartment complex. It disappeared before it could hit a particular floor, but unless Virgil was hovering behind the building with a new found flying ability, then spook was almost definitely in that apartment building. Spooks house, most likely. At least that curbed one concern, that Virgil's intense hatred of social interaction lead to a lack of job and housing. Before all this drama Virgil was working at an extremely quiet leather shop, usually spending spooks whole day listening to some variant of a "this generation doesn't know good leather when they see it" rant. Virgil insisted it was better than dealing with customers.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Imma be having that lap dance before sunrise!"

Janus flushed a gentle pink on the left of his face, tugging his gloves with a huff.

"Oh, shut up. We've got at least a hundred apartments to search, and before that we've got to find a way in without looking like criminals."

"Pshh. No building is gonna keep my slippery dick in or out."

//

"Bitch. BITCH! NU-UH, I'm liking none of this."

"Remy, we've been brainstorming all week. I'm telling you, Patton had zero interest in eating me. I think fae just fosters cats? Like, for fun?"

"Latte didn't need fostering, she had an extremely loving owner!"

"I mean, you never really got her chipped or put any identification on her. Besides those stupid crochet hats you'd wrestle on to her."

Remy let out a primal hiss that would've had any caregiving vampire going feral, though only served to raise Virgil's brow in an unamused manner - spook had heard the whole spectrum of nestling noises from Remy, not much have Virgil pause anymore.

"Sorry, Remy. Those hats were dumb. And I need to get fostered by this big ass werewolf so I can bite a big ass chunk of fur out to act as a pelt."

"And then I'm gonna bust you out by knocking on the door and insisting that's my kitty?"

"Yeah. You should have finished at the library by nine am, come back with your librarian venom and once I've poofed back we should be golden to go through this reversal!"

"This is gonna suck. You're making me deal with two of the biggest bitches ever, like I actually don't know who's worse, the nerdy librarian or the cat-napping dog -"

Virgil huffed, smacking Remy's arm to stop them mid rant. "Are you doing it or not, Remy?"

The two paused, staring at each other, Virgil trying to control spooks anxious breathing and Remy - well, they technically didn't have to breathe, but he sighed and huffed plenty.

"Of course, Vee. We've got each other's back, we're cov-... Uh, a couple of pals. Besties. Roommates for life."

Spook huffed a laugh, it was always amusing how awkward Remy got at any form of affection despite his usual sass and confidence. Still, Virgil probably shouldn't mock it.

"Thank you. Let's get this sorted. I'm gonna turn into a cat anytime now. Drop me on floor twelve and I'll try and be caught by -"

Ah. Cat mode activated, apparently, as Virgil suddenly got very close to Remy's boots. The vampire shuffled back, cooing softly before scooping Virgil up.

"We need to get a proper cat after this, babes. I miss Latte's baby phase, she was such a scruffy little kitten! But not as scruffy as you, babes, don't worry."

That was plain rude. Virgil bit his thumb in retaliation, but diligently plopped into a loaf position on Remy's palm. The other thumb rubbed a gentle circle on the back of spooks ears, mm, nice. That deserves a purr.

"Heh, cute little bitch. If this werewolf does end up eating you, I'm totally having your bedroom. You actually have a view, I'm stuck staring at another building's air con units."

Ah, Remy, the eternal drama queen. The two ride the elevator, doors opening to an empty hallway. Remy steps out just enough to peek round the corner, foot in the doorway to keep it open. The coast was clear, so they leant down to whisper to the kitten.

"Right, this is your stop, yeah? You know which door it is?"

It was quite hard to communicate in this tiny body, so Virgil tilted spooks head all the way back to really emphasize the nodding yes. The vampire smiled, reaching into his bag to grab something before rubbing a greasy substance into Virgil's body. Gross.

"All done, babes. You look extra wet and pathetic. See you later."

With that, Virgil was left in the hallway, Remy's disgusting hair gel settling into spooks fur, stinking of chemicals and shea butter. Yuck. Virgil wandered up the hallway, not needing to count the numbers as Patton's door was the only one not swamp green, but still wondering how to get the werewolf's attention.

"With my luck," Virgil thought "Patton isn't even in faer house tonight. In fact, it would be just my luck if Patton has moved out and I'll never get that stupid pelt."

Maybe crying would help? Did spook have the shamelessness to literally cry for attention for a complete stranger? Considering the alternatives were either staying as a cat for half of spooks life or hitting Janus up to beg for a cure, then maybe so.

" Meow. Me-eeeeooowww!" Virgil cried, trying hard to project spooks tiny voice, pacing around the halls. Hopefully Patton's wolf-like hearing extends to faer human form, but Virgil had never actually talked to a were long enough to know very much at all other than etiquette and social rules for different species, which all children learn.

The elevator hummed as it rose to this floor, opening up to let someone out. Virgil flicked an ear, glancing at the doors to see a pair of crisp, white trainers step out. The bright red laces had shiny beads and Disney-themed charms adorning them. When spook actually looked at the person, the pathetic little mewls died out. It was the same fae that Virgil had, rather creepily, stolen the blood of. As weird of a move as that was, Virgil will gladly take the bad karma that arises from that decision at a later date. After the curse has been reversed, please.

"Oh Padre, look! I think it may be the long-lost soot sprite, returned at last!"

Seemed like this fae was adamant on talking like Prince Charming (the Shrek version, and Virgil did intend that insultingly) and spook was quite sure they'd been talking to a father of some sort. The last thing Virgil needed was to be closely examined by an elder fae. This one seemed oblivious to the curse, and their mild fae-features (freckled, where most elder fae had impossibly unblemished skin. Ears pointing a little, instead of ears tall and pointy enough to pierce the lobe thirty times over) meant that they didn't possess the ability to interact with others curses.

An elder, on the other hand, would sniff spooks true form in an instant. Maybe turn spook into something worse, for funsies. Spook didn't feel like interacting with that scenario, so rather literally turned tail to try and hide behind the dying ficus a few doors down.

That plan also didn't last long, as the assumed 'padre' gasped and made a soft, dog-like whimper.

Wolf like, even.

"Oh, kiddo, there you are." a familiar voice crooned.

The mission had, once again changed, and Virgil piloted the tiny body to turn round and stare the Were down. Patton was reaching out, crouching with a few bags round his arms, clearly uncertain if pursuing the 'animal' would be wise or not.

Fuck that.

Virgil meowed a battle cry before charging the wolf, who 'woof-ed' something pleased, ditching the bags to scoop the tiny body up. Yes, wonderful.

"I see you still have that Patton-ted touch with the baby animals, padre." The fae hummed, Patton laughing softly at the dumb pun.

"Oh, Roman, I'm so happy! We gotta get this kiddo checked up, though. Who knows what's happened in the two weeks they've been missing."

Yes, yes, yes. This was all going according to plan. Virgil purred at the Were, lowering his guard so spook may take the winning bite before skedaddling.

Though, the thought did make Virgil a little guilty. Spook was practically using Patton, playing with the Were's kindness of animals to steal his magical fur-

"Could you heat some water, Roman? I'm gonna weigh the kiddo, take their temperature then try and get some food into the poor thing."

Take their temperature.

Even Virgil knew you couldn't stick a thermometer in a cat's mouth and tell it to stay still.

Fuck this. It seems that bad karma has returned once more.

//

"That was my spot and you know it, you blood-sucking asshole!"

A fossil-looking ass pensioner shouted at Remy, over the sound of their own car's honking. It wasn't Remy's fault the old dude took so long to make a single maneuver. They honestly hadn't noticed the tiny, two seat smart car was moving. The car had kept perfectly still as Remy whipped round into the free spot, and only then did the man decide to take offense.

If Virgil was here, the wet little emo would insist Remy apologize and find another spot. Sucks for this old dude that Remy really wasn't in the mood. The vampire grabbed their satchel before standing proudly in front of the other car to flip a hearty bird.

"Shut up, you old turd! Go park literally anywhere else and get off my dick!"

The pensioner's face turned a lovely shade of red, fumbling with his door while mumbling angry nonsense.

"Why, you disrespectful, oversized mosquito. I ought to-"

"Excuse me." A new voice chimed in, firm and authoritative. Remy turned their head slightly to see the library vampire - Logan? Yeah he was called Logan. Def. - standing a few paces behind the two, looking rather unimpressed.

"The only designated parking at this facility is the disabled spots marked in blue. You can not own a parking space and so arguing about which spot is yours is moot."

The old guy scowled even more so, trembling in anger and revving the engine of his car, clearly trying to insinuate he'd ram into Remy. They merely grinned.

Logan did not find it as amusing, and in a blink was in front of Remy, one hand firmly on the hood of the car with a warning grumble that Remy had only ever heard his sire make, when he was a fresh enough turn to keep her attention.

"Your options are, in order of my personal preference; you leave now and find an alternative way to spend your night, you find another place to park - of which there are plenty - and come into the library when you are sufficiently calm, or you can continue to be irate and I can call security to remove you from the premises."

After a tense few minutes the old guy drove off with an angry huff, and while Remy fully intended to give a sarcastic salute, a cold hand encircled his wrist.

"It is not necessary to provoke the situation I have already sorted."

Ugh, boring.

"Fine, babes. Thanks for all the jazz, I'm actually here to see you in particular so, like, I'm glad you're here."

Logan dropped Remy's wrist, gesturing the two to return to the library. "Oh? And why might that be? Do you have more text you need to translate?"

"Not tonight, gurl, I'm here to talk vampire - to - vampire about things vampire."

"I… see." Logan said after a little hesitance, readjusting his tie. "Is there a particular reason that 'vampire' things can not be discussed with your sire, or your coven?"

"Uh, I'm asking the questions, babes. So, uh, tell me. This venom that the spell asked for, yeah? It's from a vampire, but I'm a vampire, and there's no venom coming from me. Is it like a period thing, do I only venom once a month? What's the deal with that?"

Logan blinked, first trying to digest the lingo, and then another long blink as he processed the question.

"...No. A vampire's venom is not akin to a menstrual cycle. An adult vampire on a consistent diet is capable of creating venom regularly, though may temporarily stop production while siring as their body prioritizes producing a feeding blood higher in density and nutrients to assist their nestling's growth. I imagine your inability to produce to venom is that you are, essentially, a vampire's developmental equivalent to a young child, and like children, you are not able to yet produce your own 'offspring' in the form of siring"

"First off, rude, I'm not a kid. Second of all, how the heckin heck am I gonna get the venom Virge needs if my dumbass body hasn't started making it?"

"Well donating a small dose is rather simple and noninvasive, surely you could ask your sire or other coven members to help assist your human friend?"

Remy groaned rather loudly, smacking a palm onto the reception desk. "You obtuse fuck, can't you read a room? Sire and coven are out of the bloody question, stop asking me about it."

He felt kinda bad about snapping, when Logan's face fell slightly, a similar look as to when the librarian briefly thought the two were mocking him. Ugh.

"Sorry, sorry. Not sure why I'm being such a bitch tonight."

"It is alright." Logan responded simply, the look leaving his features as he readjusted his glasses. Remy mirrored the action, pushing their sunglasses back up their nose. "You acting like 'a bitch' is most likely a reflection of a nestling's instinct to avoid abduction."

"Abduction?"

"Yes. Well, nowadays there are paper trails for each individual turning, and proper legal protection for the sire but it wasn't always like that. A lot of elder vampires are, so to speak, a little nestling orientated? They'd love nothing more than to sweep a newly-turned from their sire, and claim them as their own. The process of claiming, though, it's long, stressful, painful, and poses risks to the nestling in question. To combat this, nestlings are hard wired to face new vampires outside of the coven with a disagreeable personality and non-compliance, trying to project the sentiment of 'I am too much trouble to steal' "

"Oh. Ew, that sucks. Anyway, it doesn't help me or Virge get this vamp juice. Any ideas?"

Just offer, just offer your nerdy little venom so I can grab a coffee and a muffin before I have to go rescue the emo-

"Wait. I'm under the assumption 'Virge' is the person with the shape-shifting curse. Was that the person you were here with the other week?"

"Not sure I like how weird your eyes are going, babes. But, yeah, the lil goth kid I had with me."

Logan leant forward, half tense and half excited. He did love piecing a mystery together. Part of the reason he loved planning out his Sherlock fanfictions, honestly.

"What animal does Virge unwillingly shift to?"

"...a cat."

"Is it this cat, in particular?"

A phone was slid towards Remy, and after carefully picking it up hew examined the imagine. A young looking man, standing tall and proud, quaffed hair and a charming smile. Honestly, the dude was hot. The charm and sparkly aura meant this was probably a fae. This fae in particular was holding a very disheveled kitten, wrapped up in a fluffy blue towel and glaring straight at the camera. It was Virgil, undoubtedly, and Remy damn near doubled over in laughter. As they tried to recover, they slid the phone back over, nodding in a silent answer to the question.

"Oh, spook looks pissed! I love it." Then a brief thought. "Shit. Spook isn't meant to be with that guy. Wait, how did you figure out Virgil was this cat?"

"When you last came into the library, I recognised Virgil's scent as the unknown human scent that was left in my shared apartment, from when my roommate had found an assumedly stray kitten to cater to. It was a mystery, one that admittedly poked my territorial nature, and I felt rather indignant when you two entered the first time. However, with no solid evidence and the fact that the offense did not repeat - I opted to not bring it up during our first interaction."

Wait. Logan's roommate had scooped Virgil up as a kitten, and then Virgil had obviously left the apartment, leaving a trail of spook's anxious musk?

"Oh, fuck. You're roommates with the werewolf, aren't you?"

"If by the werewolf you are referring to my roommate, Patton, then yes. Fae is a close friend and I consider fae coven."

Remy simply blinked at the older vampire, cheeks puffed in a blatant 'well shit' expression.

"Welp. At least Virgil got kit-napped by the right person."

"What do you mean? Why would your friend need to be in the care of Patton? Barring the fact that, logically speaking, that's the best place to stay if a small and vulnerable feline."

Remy glanced behind Logan, seeing a coffee vending machine pushed right into the corner by a conference room. It was a shitty brand with no additional flavors, but this matter clearly required some caffeine. So he decided to grab a cup while relaying Virgil's grand scheme to get some wolf hair for their magical uno reverse spell. It might have been rude to walk away while conversing, but the two vampires could hear each other perfectly fine while still speaking in a low tone, and Remy was able up successfully curb the instinctual need to hiss, bite this other vampire, and book it right out of there.

After pushing through that urge, Logan proved quite a good chat-buddy, Remy simply forgot about the sample. Or the rescue mission.

[kdramacrybaby]

Marry My Husband (2024)

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Revenge, Time travel

Synopsis: Kang Ji-won is terminally ill with cancer, and tries to find comfort in her best friend (Jeong Su-min) and husband (Park Min-hwan). But in the end, she discovers that the two are having an affair, and are planning to spend the insurance money from her death to build a new life together. While confronting them, she takes a fall and passes away - only to wake up again, now 10 years in the past, and with a chance to do it all over again. Can her fate be changed? And why does her manager, Yoo Ji-hyuk, suddenly show such an interest in her life?

Episode info: 16 episodes / Runtime around 70 minutes

Lead cast: Park Min-young (Kang Ji-won), Na In-woo (Yoo Ji-hyuk), Lee Yi-kyung (Park Min-hwan), Song Ha-yoon (Jeong Su-min)

Link to watch: You can watch on Amazon Prime and Dramacool

Drama rec masterlist | Drama rant thread (beware of spoilers)

This created quite the buzz when it first came out, and I've been wanting to watch it for a while because it seemed to many people loved it a lot.

And while I did like most of the drama, there were also some things that I did not - that being mainly the romance, which is obviously quite a large part of the overall drama.

To be fair to the drama, I'll start with the things that I liked about it.

The revenge plot was overall interesting. I'm not usually much for time-travel, but I think they handled it as well as they could have with this drama. Did all their rules make sense? Not all the time, at least to me, but I didn't bother me that much. I'm always up for watching some cold-blooded karma being served (go watch The Glory, if you're also into that).

I loved how the women really came together to love and support each other through this drama. While there was of course the conflict between Ji-won and Su-min (as well as another plot point down the line I can't discuss because of spoilers), all other scenes between the female characters were so supporting and uplifting. This really saved the drama so much for me.

While Park Min-young is, as always, absolutely fabulous as a female lead in a romance, I really do think Song Ha-yoon stole the show this time. I've only seen her in Fight For My Way, as the sweetest human being, so this was definitely a new look. But man, she did crazy so well. Definitely one of the better antagonists I've seen in a drama like this - there were so many layers to her character and while she was absolutely vile, I also felt so sorry for her in the end.

Now for the things that bothered me:

The romance didn't do it for me this time, I'm sorry to say it. The chemistry just didn't hit right. And while I would usually also complain about him being her boss and all that (which I don't like either), it wasn't that. They mostly said and did all the right green-flag things, but it wasn't it for me. There are some other things I can't really discuss without spoiling, so I'll just say that I don't always agree with how they do things and why. Communication isn't really their strong point here (not when it actually matters anyway).

Useless love triangle drama as always. While Ji-won deserves the world, I don't need to always have several men in love with the female lead. Gets tiresome after a while.

Do we really need to still be doing the "take your glasses off" for the magic transformation into a better looking person? Both male and female lead got the treatment this time, so at least it wasn't just the woman. But why can't glasses be part of a glow-up? Contacts aren't always the answer.

They bring in a character near the end, and I really felt like it was too much (and without proper setup for it to work like they wanted). The drama would have been better without adding something else just for the heck of it, right as we're getting to the last half of the story.

So yeah, overall, it wasn't a bad drama. I was entertained while watching, and though I was frustrated at times, there were also things I really did like. Still, I can't give this more than three stars. Mostly because I was a little disappointed after all the hype I saw.

[phoenixlionme]

Fav Tropes and Why

All Loving Hero - Many people in the fandoms and IRL think someone who believes in kindness and love is “weak”. I call BS on that statement. It’s easy to believe being cruel and/or edgy is “mature” but it’s not. Willingly choosing to be good in a world where others tell you to stop is the pinnacle of strength and resilience.

Amazon Chaser - Seeing a (usually male) character be smitten with a female’s character battle prowess and/or fiery attitude is *chef’s kiss*.

Babies Ever After - What can I say? I love seeing my favorite OTPs having a child and/or children together. It makes me think back to the beginning and progress of their love.

Badass Family - The family that kicks ass together is the family that will ALWAYS worm their way into my heart.

Beware The Nice Ones - Seeing a normally nice and gentle character go APESHIT when pushed too far will never get old.

Big Brother (Big Sister) Instinct - Protective siblings for the win.

Bittersweet Ending - Sometimes you want a straight up happy ending but life doesn’t happen like that. In reality, the best you can get is half happy and half sad. It’s bittersweet for a reason.

Childhood Friend Romance - It’s just a sweet concept. Two people who have known each other all their lives, falling for each other, and then forming a romance is absolutely wonderful. Marrying your best friend and true love at the same time? PEAK ROMANCE.

Cool Big Sis (Bro) - Having caring, loving, encouraging older sibling figures is PEAK SEROTONIN.

Dark And Troubled Past - Hearing a person’s troubled life can better humanize them to the audience. Me included.

Feminist Fantasy - In short, this trope is about a fantasy and/or scifi story featuring a female protagonist and/or large female cast. And many of people’s favorite shows/movies fall into this category.

Handicapped Badass - I believe I was introduced to this trope when I was graced with ultimate presence of THE best earthbender of ATLA/Tlok, one of THE well-written characters in history (animated or live-action), and one my ultimate fav characters: Toph Bei Fong. She was a blind girl but she was able to use what people perceived as a weakness to be her greatest strength.

Hard Truth Aesop - Something needed in a lot of media. Sometimes the moral of a story isn’t as straightforward as meany would like it to be. It makes life more complicated and nuanced.

Interspecies Romance - I think my liking of this trope aka “Monster Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Romance” started with one of my favorite disney movies: The Beauty and The Beast (the OG one). Seeing a huge, monstrous being (who is ironically still quite good looking) having a tender and loving romance with their human lover is peak romance. Like Guillermo del Toro, I am all for monster romances.

Mama Bear - The woman who birthed you for roughly 9 months, is ready to go through all hell to protect you. Good parenting.

Papa Wolf - Similar to the Mama Bear trope, a dad going beast mode to protect his child/children is good parenting at its’ finest.

Platonic Life Partners - Despite popular belied, it IS possible for male and females friends to be and stay just like that: FRIENDS. And it’s not “lesser” than

The Reason You Suck Speech - Whether they’re the hero or villain, a rant meant to call them out on their shortcoming and how said shortcoming keep hurting the goal and/or other people is great. It makes either the hero grow or makes the villain get their final comeuppance.

Took A Level In Badass - Watching the progress of how a wimpy, unskilled character transform into a badass is freakin’ awesome. Either they become badass in skill, personality, and/or both are all equally awesome.

Watched It For the Representation - I don’t care what some pretentious, attention0-seeking jerks say...Hearing another person reveal how empowering and validating it felt seeing someone similar to them (i.e., race, sexuality, body type, etc.) is great to see.

[dhs-in-distress]

Head shot via sneak attack, my girl‘s got some powerful cannons on her so it‘s probably realistically possible in this context. (I put an entire detailed description under the cut proceed at your own risk ehe)

In my head I imagine it sometime around mid to late season three, after she‘s been having an absolute existential crisis about her purpose and position in this conflict and all that. After finally coming to terms with the fact that no the Decepticons are not morally superior in the slightest she contemplates just leaving, not as in leaving the faction but leaving everything behind and just living in the wilderness forever.

Obviously she doesn‘t end up going with that, instead noticing during one of like,,, Megatron‘s monologues or something: „I could just kill him, right here, right now. If he was dead at least half of my problems would be solved, we‘d have a chance at bringing change to this species“. So she powers up her arm cannon as quietly as possible while no one‘s looking and walks up behind Megatron. Then when he turns around to question her about what she thinks she‘s doing the cannon is already pointed directly at his face,, the rest happens pretty quickly.

His entire head like, evaporates and the empty helmet (it‘s the only thing north of his neck that survived that blast since the metal is so thick) falls to the ground with a loud clatter and a giant black scorch mark on the inside. Everyone (I forgot to mention that but yes Blitzwing and Lugnut are also there they were just doing manual labour or smth while Meg was talking at all of them and didn‘t notice the murder about to happen (I forgot Shockwave was even in season three until writing this exact sentence so uuuh, he exists somewhere else too probably)) just stares at it in complete and utter shock and silence for a good 10 seconds before Lugnut is the first one to finally catch up on what just happened and he screams bloody murder, which makes Jailbreak like, really notice what she just did and she snatches up the helmet and transforms, flying out of there before Lugnut and Blitzwing have a chance to come after and probably torture her to death.

She didn‘t even think she‘d get this far with the whole kill Megatron thing, mostly just acting on instinct to the point where she didn’t even process her actions fully, so her entire processor is still foggy and confused and fucked up and now she really doesn‘t know what to do because she betrayed the Autobots 2 million years ago very publicly and now the Decepticons as well. The only thing she knows is that everyone needs to hear about this development, so she pulls up the coords of the tracker she planted in Scatters (dw about that it‘s a whole thing) and heads there, since where he is team prime usually is as well and they‘re the most involved here and in her eyes deserve to know first because „they‘re cool“.

Crap this technically makes them doomed/tragic yuri for a hot second doesn’t it… Like everything (somehow, I haven‘t gotten that far yet) turns out fine in the end but this is still a doozy

Also I saw that cannibalism tag and will run with it as well since I’m already into the rant this deep if you don‘t mind. It‘s a whole thing. Not just the cannibalism, but that due to Jailbreak being stranded on earth for,, uuh, abouttwomillionyears, she‘s been eating a lot of things she shouldn’t, just to stay alive. And when I say a lot of things I mean everything that‘s considered inorganic matter (some organic stuff too but only once and it made her very ill). Anything from various stone types to metals (raw, in ore form, it all goes! She personally enjoys sheet metal the most cause she finds it fun to eat) and other elements to sometimes salts and even mineral dense water (on occasion) goes. Her systems can digest most things, though most of them safe for the metals aren‘t very energy rich.

So yeah cannibalism but with layers.

I really don‘t talk about Jailbreak enough she‘s literally my precious little angel and I love her. Also her entire character journey is about being mistreated severely by the Autobots in the past and as a result defecting to the cons, thinking „if the bots are this terrible then the Decepticons must have a point in antagonising them and must be better people overall!“. Yeah, they are not better.

And then she kills Megatron, but that‘s later. (Maybe she doesn‘t at all actually, after a year I’m still not 100% sure about that whole thing.)

Also also she does cannibalism with Blitzwing and they are a lesbian couple to me heehee