#shes just. a human now. so she kinda resigns herself to just never getting to see you again except maybe in passing

[lovesickeros]

Hiii just popping out to say thank you for feeding my sagau reader x furina brainroot by small interactions in "Even the Gods bleed." (Sorry if I wrote it incorrectly, I didn't get proper sleep.)

They way reader tugged at Furina's cheek— hell yeah your Grace I understand you.

i am always down to feed other furina enjoyers. at some point i need to give furi her own solo fic with reader but i know im gonna make it like triple the length of everything else..favoritism at its finest!! and proud of it. furina gets priority in everything.

[inbarfink]

Okay, so here’s the thing….

We are still at a very early point in the narrative of ‘Fionna and Cake’ and therefore at a very early point in Simon’s character arc. It’s pretty clear that “I need to become Ice King again” is not the end point by any meaning of the word. But I am wondering where we’re going to go with this, cause… The series has yet to really tackle how miserable Ice King himself was a lot of the time. And how often he hurt people. 

Like, yes, I was an advent advocates for 'trying to bring back Simon Petrikov was a really really Bad Idea on Betty's part, it was more healthy to focus on making sure Ice King was as happy and healthy and harmless as he could be', but I am also fully aware that he started the show being both extremely lonely and extremely sad and also a serial kidnapper who was very much a danger to those around him. And as much progress as he made during the show, getting Ice King to that point was a very serious struggle with a lot of backslidings and problems.

'Friends Forever' is, for example, an episode that stuck with me for a long time as a really heart-wrenching demonstration how even in that late stage, when he has buddies and people trying to seriously take care of him - Ice King was still very capable of seriously sabotaging his own relationships and hurting others and himself.

And it does make sense narratively that, like, characters like Astrid and Fionna and Cake, all of whom lack the full context of what Ice King's life was like (Fionna and Cake really just saw Simon at his worst and only got snippets of clips of Ice King and since Astrid was born after Humans came to Ooo that means she was also born after the events of ‘Come Along With Me’) all see Simon as a downgrade. Because they really don’t understand how bad Ice King was beforehand. 

And thus is does make sense that with Simon's current mental state, and how he is surrounded lately with these kinda people who never really knew Ice King and don’t really understand how terrible and miserable he could be, and now hearing that his ‘sanity’ just took away magic and whimsy from some else’s whole universe, and how it feels like the actual gods of the multiverse are telling him that he should be Ice King, that he's supposed to be Ice King....

It makes sense that he might start kinda... romanticizing that time in his life again. 

You know, the big thing about the outlook that Betty should’ve accepted Ice King as who he is rather than basically destroy herself to bring Simon back wasn't about whatever Ice King or Simon Petrikov were better or 'cooler' than the other. It was about, like, embracing change. Not obsessing about a past where things were ‘Better’ but seeing what is the best you can do with things as they are. Moving forwards.

And we all know how Simon feels about moving forwards right now…

And obviously that's a pretty bad mindset, even if it's understandable how he got there...

And honestly, if we do explicitly acknowledge that, hey! Ice King’s life was often just as much of a depressive spiral as Simon's is right now! There might be an element of… resignation in Simon’s decision. 

Because Simon's downward spiral since getting cured is not a demonstration that he was better off under the Ice Crown's curse.... But, to him, more a demonstration that he doesn't need the Crown to screw up his own life anymore.

‘Cause as both as Ice King and as good ol’ ‘sane’ Simon Petrikov he is just as capable of being lonely and depressed.

And just as capable of losing his own identity.

And just as capable of pushing his loved ones away and ruining his own life.

And just as capable of becoming a weirdo obsessive.

And just as capable of making little girls cry.

He even started kidnapping people again! That’s the Ice King Classic!

So on some level, maybe Simon is resigned to the fact he’s always going to be SOME sort of screwed up lonely sadman who hurts others. And if that is his fate, he might as well be the screwed up lonely sadman who is mostly oblivious to how sad he really is and can shoot ice from his fingertips. And his arc is going to be about realizing that, whether he is Ice King or Simon Petrikov, healing and change ARE always possible for him.

But we’re gonna have to see where it goes…

[melodic-haze]

REQUEST: A reader much more powerful than Arlecchino and not doing anything about it.. except in bed.

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Mention of bloodplay at the very end but like. Very minor. Otherwise there's nothing 🤷‍♀️

☆ — NOTES: I'M NEVER TOUCHING MY DRAFTS WHEN I JUST WOKE UP EVER AGAIN I'M SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this was kinda bad dawg am sorry 😞

☆ — PARTS: Part 1, Part 2 (you are here)

Tall AND powerful??? Ohhhh she's gonna die you KNOW I had to mix it hahaahahha powertrip goes CRAAAAZYYYYYY I have such a thing for it I'm gonna cry

Anyway ok so I would like to first state that extremely powerful chrs that don't actually do a lot w their power is like one of my top fav tropes it's so fucking funny 😭 like dawg you have the power to change the world wdym you're just gonna sit here like it's summer vacation (there's a reason why my Akivilicarnation au exists (even though I gotta work on it one way or another))

This is rather different from the stuff I usually write bc I usually write the reader as. Kinda weak for the sake of putting us all on a powerscale between the chr and our average strength as a human being omg bare with

Okay so. I do feel like she'd be a tad bit frustrated with you, at least at first. Like you could do so much more than what you're showing and yet here you are, not using your strength for important stuff? Lazy bitch, her children are much better than your example 💀 at least, that's her initial take, really

But give her a demonstration, both in a time of need and yk ☺️☺️☺️, and she'll soften up

Anyways it's just the fact that you're both tall AND powerful??? Nevermind her doing anything, she'll find herself dazedly thinking of the ways in which you can quite possibly manhandle her with such brazen 'disrespect'......and also? In the ways you two can actually COMPETE. Or well, 'compete', esp when she finds herself actually WANTING to lose for once. Crazy, how the great Knave would actually prefer to lose compared to the usual want to win against her opponent

You sighed, "I know we talked about it two days ago but do we have to? Really?"

"I would like to test you. Unless you would rather skip such pleasantries?"

"I don't think fighting until one of us surrenders counts as 'pleasantries'. Quite the opposite, actually."

While you've always known Arlecchino to constantly have a stony expression that doesn't usually change, you see the bright crosses of her eyes dim just a fraction, "So I suppose that's a no, then?"

"Well, now," you stepped back with an amused look on your face, getting into the fighting stance you're familiar with, "I didn't say that... Especially not when the reward is something I really want."

And she gains that glow once again as she brandishes her weapon with a fraction of a smile and.. something else much more heated behind those eyes of hers, "Do not get ahead of yourself, my beloved. The results have yet to be concluded."

..She speaks as if she hadn't actually wanted to lose. Laughable, really.

(You know from the way that at the end of it all, she lies underneath you as her eyes scan you with that same heated look in her eyes—lust, a sin in which The Knave hadn't thought of ever committing.. until you came along.)

The whole thing about her being able to reverse your positions? THROW THAT TO THE FUCKING WIND IN THIS SITUATION you can easily EASILY fold her without a care in the world. The fact that she KNOWS you can too gives her a rush she hasn't ever felt without that extra layer of threatened rage

Push her up against the wall, hold her up in the air, pin her down so she can't squirm away..........if you're much more powerful than her, she actually makes a show of 'trying' to escape you. Keyword: 'trying', especially when at the end of the day she resigned herself to losing already

She tells you not to hold anything back, no matter how cautious you are. She says she can handle it, that she isn't strong without reason, that she can endure whatever you give her, no matter what. Usually she kinda ends up forgetting anything she's said though, especially when you're fucking her SOOO hard she starts seeing stars behind her eyes

If your strength applies to endurance too??? Ohhh bye she's not lasting. Like okay she definitely has stamina and endurance but against you? SHE'S QUITE LITERALLY DWARFED....BYE.........

In some way, she actually likes the fact that you don't show your power other than in private with just the two of you—it makes her feel special, to know exactly what you're capable of. Dare I even say she's a tad bit possessive over every side of you? Who can say 😜

Just think that whenever she kinda stands beside you in public w her heels on, she's very very VERY easily reminded of the fact that you tower over her in height, capability AND position.......and really, in comparison to what everyone else may think? Arlecchino wouldn't have it any other way 🫶

....oh side note, just think about how rough you can go, biting each other to the point where you draw blood. Sorry I had to get that final bit out ANYWAY

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 15)

(an aside: it's hitting me more reading it this time how horrific the falling of the nut is when katniss puts it into comparison with how her dad died in the mines. like it's a very significant turn in her and gale's relationship when he devises this plan i think)

it's interesting that katniss says she has no choice but to listen to haymitch's updates on peeta. of course it's because he's literally in her ear (she could take the piece out/tune him out) but i think it's mostly because it's more like something within her compels her to listen to them

funny how katniss at this point has resigned herself to never getting her peeta back but her heart still skips a beat when she hears mildly better news on him. like she's been in a state of not allowing herself to have hope because she fears inevitable disappointment but that hope is still deep within her

peeta remembering katniss's father singing the hanging tree when he was like 6/7 makes me want to weep. and i'm sure it made katniss want to weep, for peeta to remember her father, how the birds stopped to listen to him sing. i feel like there's so many instances where peeta is linked to katniss's father throughout the trilogy, through katniss's own thoughts and here we have a link that peeta remembers.

the fact that this memory is linked to peeta being mesmerised by katniss singing in school when they were 5. because his father had pointed out katniss's father to him. so he'd already seen katniss sing at this point, and then he's 6/7 in the bakery and he sees katniss's dad walk in and he remembers and he listens to see if the birds stop for him the way his father says they do, the way he saw them stop for katniss. ugh. i am so glad peeta and katniss found each other again and again and again. they were really inevitable.

her wishing peeta was there to articulate why it's all so wrong. because even though peeta shares her rebellious feelings and anger, he also shares her heart and her kindness and her compassion for human lives

"i hope he's watching now, that he remembers that night as it happened, and maybe forgives me when i die" - i am so glad they got their growing back together and their epilogue because this outcome or any other outcome for them would have seriously depressed me. that this is what this teenage girl is thinking about, the teenage boy she loves and who has been taken from her and twisted, right before she dies as part of a political plan she just kinda stumbled into...

[dokidokitsuna]

Dream Alliance: Jambastion Rebirth

So yesterday I was archiving the text from all my DeviantArt posts about the DreamAll AU, and it was really fun to read through all that lore and story again. ^^ It’s unfortunate that I was working on it during my transition from DA to here; I feel like a LOT of info got lost in the confusion. But at least now I have it all in my own files to reference (or retell) later…especially if I ever get around to reviving/expanding on the AU like I’ve always wanted. There are a lot of unused scripts and ideas waiting for that day…

And since I was feeling inspired today, here’s one of ‘em. ^^ Since this was such a dark idea that I don’t really consider “canon” to the AU, I never really wrote it down or anything…but it made for such a good story that I held onto it in my heart~. Warning: LOOOOOOONG post ahead. ^^

So at the end of DreamAll’s story, Magolor and Division Six risk their lives and defeat Void Termina, yadda yadda…but once the world is finally safe from that threat, its next big question is: how can we make sure we’re safe from the teenage mad scientist with the god-killing mecha and bioengineered alien attack dogs…?

Basically, Magolor inadvertently made himself so powerful that the rest of the Dream Alliance and the world is kinda scared of him now. ^^; And as I showed in the final comic, Susie Haltmann takes it upon herself to investigate him and find out what his deal is…and in doing so, learns that he’s actually a Jambastion mage, and Hyness’ estranged son. And thus, the scheming begins~.

Mind you, Susie doesn’t really have anything against Magolor. It’s just that the pressure of essentially becoming president of the world, coupled with the revelation that Magolor is not only an eccentric genius, but also a dimension-bending dark mage that she doesn’t know how to control…it leads her to fall back on old (villainous…) habits and start to treat him like an obstacle, to be overcome by any means necessary.

And her first play would be to use the threat of Hyness’ execution to get Magolor to spill his guts: to tell the truth about his magic powers, explain in detail everything he did to create the Void Destroyer system, and get it all on the record so that he can’t lie about it anymore. Which I think Mago would agree to immediately-- he doesn’t want to see his father die (despite his literal crimes against humanity), and tbh he’d probably be kinda glad to have the weight of that deception off his shoulders. Unfortunately, he’s not worldly enough to understand that divulging all this information is the beginning of the end…

Next play: regulations. Now that the crisis is over, the Dream Alliance’s superweapons will naturally have to be decommissioned…including Magolor’s ‘angels’. Seeing as they’re technically not living things (as per Mago’s explanation) Susie would demand that he toe the line and put them down, or at least demonstrate that he’s willing and able to cut them off from his power on command.

And naturally, Magolor would think of this as going a bridge too far. Marx, Galacta, and Morpho might not have their own life force, but they’re still sentient beings who love and trust him as their creator. And if it’s a choice between betraying that trust and leaving the Dream Alliance entirely, he’s inclined to choose the latter.

And ^that is the decision Susie would be waiting for: proof that, when pushed, Magolor cannot be trusted to act in the ‘public interest’. And considering what he’s capable of, it’s now in the public interest for the Dream Alliance to find a way to contain him.

Of course, she doesn’t go after him right away-- she simply waits for him to come to her, thinking he can convince her that his angels are more than just weapons. When that fails, he resigns on the spot…unfortunately, he never actually gets the chance to leave.

Based on everything Magolor’s explained about the way his magic works…she decides her best bet is to cut off his hands, severing his connection to his vambraces and sending him into shock from blood loss all at once. Both serve to severely weaken all of his subconscious magic use, and his angels by extension-- Galacta collapses, and Morpho straight-up disintegrates. Marx is the only one able to remain conscious without his master’s direct influence, and immediately realizes that something is seriously wrong. His first instinct is to rush to find Magolor and slaughter anyone in his way…unfortunately, he discovers that he doesn’t have his flight powers anymore. Without his usual magic strength, he can hardly even move his prosthetic arms, and is easily captured when Magolor’s lab is raided.

Fortunately, Meta Knight is one of the arresting officers, and decides to take pity on Marx and ���lose track of him”, letting him leave in the dead of night for parts unknown. He disappears for a couple years, skulking in the shadows, stealing food when no one’s looking, being miserable and missing all his friends.

But during all that time, he’s also preparing…he spends most of his days retraining his body to adjust to the much smaller amount of magic that he has access to, and trying to find information on the dissolution of Division Six and Magolor’s whereabouts…which proves to be pretty difficult. So eventually, when he finally gets a decent amount of fighting strength back, he decides to start his revenge plot by finding an ally: Magolor’s father, who’s still imprisoned where he’s always been.

Hyness has never met Marx before, but he remembers Magolor’s mentions of him. And besides, they both share a deep concern for Magolor and the willingness to do anything to save him. So Marx explains the situation and breaks him out, setting his plan in motion.

He realizes that Susie will have seen him through the security cameras, and will predict that he’s coming for Magolor. So he decides that his true next target will be Galacta Knight, and asks Hyness to use his powers to find and awaken him first.

After being forced to use his magic just to keep himself alive during his long imprisonment (which by this point, ended up approaching the decade mark) and having his hands removed as well, Hyness is also a lot weaker than he used to be. But he has experience on his side, and quickly adjusts by using the magic stored in his cape (basically, what I was foreshadowing back when I drew this). Together he and Marx make a fairly powerful team, forcing their way into the facility where GK is being stored, and setting him free to unleash his wrath.

^This is a decision Magolor would probably take issue with, if he were present to give his opinion on it-- he’d be against triggering GK into a psychotic break just to create a diversion, knowing all that death and destruction would weigh heavily on his conscience afterwards. But Marx, being in a desperate and angry place, doesn’t care, and figures potentially scarring his little brother is a small price to pay to get their family back together.

And while Galacta Knight is out acting as a weapon of mass destruction, Marx and Hyness manage to find and release Morpho Knight as well. Morpho has very nearly reverted back to the unresponsive energy blob that he was when Magolor first found him…but he’s at least conscious enough to follow his brothers around and help protect them occasionally. Marx leaves him with GK and follows Hyness to Magolor’s location, deep within Dream Alliance HQ.

How things go from there is a little more nebulous…I think it would probably start out as a stealth mission, which would take an unfortunately bloody turn before Magolor is finally found and revived. I think Morpho and Galacta would eventually catch up with them there and make things even bloodier. ^^; I think Susie would get into a big ‘tech vs. magic’ fight with Division Six that’s honestly been a long time coming. And I think Magolor, despite having just been awakened from a years-long medically-induced coma, would be forced to take point as the most powerful mage left in the group, and do something drastic just to put an end to the conflict and get everyone out of there. 

The aftermath would be bittersweet, and a bit ironic-- essentially, Magolor would be forced to go back to living in a secret society cut off from the rest of the world. He’d be reunited with everyone he cares about, including the father he once thought he might never see again, but he’d still have to live with the fact that the world he risked his life to save ultimately rejected him…and after all the atrocities his family committed just to get him back, the world is probably now convinced that its fears were justified. The damage is done, and irreversible…after all the effort he put in to become a hero, his short-lived dream is already dead and gone. I honestly don’t know what he would want to do with his life after that…

…Anyway, if you made it all the way here, thanks for reading~

[urlocalwhumper]

some nana backstory ✌️ nothing but suffering this time lol

@sowhumpshaped

nana liked the hallway closet.

it was cramped, and dark, and smelled kinda musty, but if she put down an old blanket and curled up real small, it was sorta comfortable, and it was her home.

master didn't like it when she was in his way, and the hallway closet was the most out-of-the-way place she could think of. he left her alone when she was in there, so she figured she chose well.

she whimpered softly as her injured tail brushed up against the wall of the tiny space. the throbbing ache hadn't gone away for weeks, and she had started to resign herself to the possibility that it never would. the rest of her ached too, most of the time, but this was different.

nana had been born a little under twenty years ago, in the home of an unregistered pet breeder. she'd been taken from her mother from almost the moment she could survive without her, and handed off to the first person who'd forked over the money for a puppy.

she'd been maybe three years old then, scared and confused, in a crate in the backseat of a stranger's car. she'd started to cry, missing her mother and her siblings and even the breeder who'd sold her off, until her supposed new owner shouted at her to shut up. trembling with fear, she'd clamped her mouth shut and cried in silence for the rest of the trip.

once they'd arrived at her new owner's house, it was revealed that she was meant to be a birthday present for their daughter. but she was so overwhelmed by all the people crowding around, the blaring music and colorful decorations and strong smell of food, that she cowered and urinated on the floor out of pure terror when the couple's daughter tried to reach for her. which was clearly not the reaction they wanted.

she got used to her new home, with time. but the first impression stuck, and the little girl she was meant to be a present for didn't seem to have as much interest in her as her parents had hoped. that, along with the parents themselves becoming annoyed by how much more work it took to care for her compared to a normal puppy, led to them putting her back up for sale after only two years.

her next owner trained guard dogs, and bought her in the hopes that a dog and human hybrid would give better results. she disappointed him. greatly.

her first kick in the ribs came when he caught her playing with a duckling by a nearby pond. she'd been tied to a post in his backyard - to get her used to being outside for long periods of time - but the lead was just long enough for her to get close to the ducklings. she'd been trotting around with one on her head when her owner came back outside, and gotten an earful and a boot-shaped bruise for her trouble.

he'd kept her for a long time, hoping that maybe as she got older she'd get more aggressive, even taken to starving and beating her to try and provoke her to attack, but it never worked. she just felt weak and achy, and became even more docile in the hopes that it would stop.

once she hit seventeen, after twelve years of trying and failing miserably to turn her into the perfect attack dog, her owner finally gave up and sold her to her current master.

she was around nineteen years old, now. at least, she was pretty sure. master didn't celebrate or even acknowledge her birthday, so she wasn't entirely sure if it had passed or not.

"DOG!" she heard her master shout. she whined and curled up even smaller. he sounded angry.

she could hear his footsteps stomping down the hall, and squeezed her eyes shut, like he would just go away if she didn't look.

she felt the whoosh of the door being wrenched open, and then she was being yanked out of her tiny sanctuary by the arm and roughly tossed against the wall.

she yelped in pain at the impact, cowering with her ears pinned back as he loomed over her.

"the fuck are you hiding for?!" he shouted. he reeked of alcohol, which only made her suppress a whimper as she hunched to make herself look even smaller.

he kicked the wall right next to her head making her frantically scramble back and cry out in terror, huddling as close to the ground as she could, ears back and tail tucked, trying to look as docile and submissive as possible. his kick left a hole in the wall, which only served to make him angrier.

"fuck, now look what you made me do!" he bellowed, and he made sure his next kick didn't miss.

she felt her nose crunch against the toe of his shoe, blood spewing onto the vinyl floors. she didn't even fully register the next few minutes, just a barrage of pain and fear. she didn't even notice when he stopped at first, curled up in a ball trying to protect her vitals, bruised and bloody and trembling. only once she dared to lift her head again did she notice that she was alone.

the carpet was stained with her blood - something he'd probably yell at her about later - and every movement was agony, but she needed to get back to the closet. she needed to be out of the way.

so, she forced herself up on her hands and knees, even if the bruised limbs shook under her, and dragged herself back to her little nest. blood kept dribbling from her nose into her mouth, and she'd hate to stain the blankets, but she couldn't get it to stop.

she wasn't even entirely sure when she fell asleep. just that she laid there, panting and dazed, until her consciousness tapped out.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Making New Friends [And Maybe a Few Enemies]

For @maskyartist since you wanted to see just what happens when Tip gets angry. :P

"HEY, FREAK!" An angry yell echoes off the narrow walls of the alley. Lily just ran faster, hoping that she'd be able to outrun her bullies for once. It had happened before, even though it hadn't lasted long in the end. As a Faunus in Mantle, though, she was used to this sort of treatment.

She tripped, stumbling and catching herself on the wall which was all her pursuers needed to catch up with her. Bracing herself for the blows she was surprised to hear another yell from the other end of the alley.

Glancing up, she spied a small, silver haired human boy who looked absolutely furious. A blink and he'd vanished, though. Maybe he was with the others? She hadn't seen him before but there were always more where they came from.

Her main tormentor bought a fist back for the first punch, but even as he lashed out, a figure blocked her sight. It was the boy, but why would he get between her and the bully?

Tip let the older boy hit him, glancing in concern down at the small Faunus girl they had been chasing. He knew how bad things were in Mantle of course, but knowing wasn't the same as seeing. The tiny girl looked half starved, yet these idiots were planning to beat her? No. Not on his watch.

"What exactly do you think you're doing to ny friend?" He spat, feeling a cold anger rising in his gut and not even bothering trying to suppress it. The little girl looked shocked, but he tried to shoot her a reassuring smile in between glaring at the bully. One hand strayed down to the hilt of Old Regrets, and he pulled about an inch of the rapier out of the sheath, knuckles a tight white with fury.

The bully, seeing that, stepped back a pace.

"Who the hell are you and what is she to you? You're not her friend, she doesn't have friends! She's just a filthy Faunus, she doesn't deserve them!"

Tip stomped one small foot, feeling himself start to shake again, though this time it was definitely anger fuelling it.

"She has me. I'm Winter Schnee, by the way." He said it flatly, hoping the split second decision wasn't going to come back to bite him.

"Why would a Schnee care about something like her?"

"I do. Now go away or I'll show you just how well i can use this." He shifted his stance, standing protectively over Liy and drew the blade fully, his eyes afire.

The bullies looked at each other, looked at the small boy wielding what was obviously a Huntsman's weapon, then thought better of the situation, backing away before taking off running.

There was silence for a few seconds, then Tip moved nearer the little girl, who backed up as far as she could, staring up at him with wide, scared eyes.

"Please don't hurt me?"

"I would never do that." Tip's voice was shaking, too, now. He hadn't really been expecting that, and looking back... had he almost thrown a tantrum? He blushed slightly, embarrassed, but just held out a hand to the girl, waiting.

After a minute or so, she took it, bracing herself for another blow. Tip just helped her to her feet, smiling gently.

"I'm Tip. Tip Pine, and you are?"

"But... you said you were a Schnee..."

"Ah, yes. Well, I thought it might make them think twice and it does appear to have worked, so... ready to get out of the alley?"

"You talk kinda funny."

"I'm not from Mantle, therefore my accent is slightly different. Have you learned about kingdoms yet?"

He smiled as this seemed to unleash a torrent of questions from the small girl and he led her out of the alley, grinning up at the others who didn't look massively impressed.

"Pocketsized... you can't just run off like that, what if you'd been hurt?" Jaune sounded worried but also more than slightly resigned at this point. After all, it wasn't the first time Tip had gone off somewhere.

"I wasn't. And I was just in time to stop someone else being hurt so I would count that as a victory, personally. Guys, this is... I'm sorry, i don't think I ever got your name?"

"Lily." She muttered, shyly, staring around at all the armed teenagers in front of her. Blake had elected not to come on this particular excursion and Weiss tended to avoid Mantle, but the others all just smiled at her in welcome.

"Hi, Lily!" Oscar greeted, bouncing slightly. "I'm Oscar, Tip's my brother. It's okay, you're safe now, nobody's going to hurt you while we're around!

"Aww, Pocketsized, are you making new friends without us, now?" Nora cooed, winking at a still visibly embarrassed Tip.

"Maybe? She needed help, Nora, I couldn't just leave her there, they were about to hit her!" Tip's voice rose in pitch slightly as he spoke, though from the way his eyes widened, it had been unintentional.

"Regular knight in shining armor, huh, kid..." was Yang's contribution, though she looked amused.

"I think it's cute." Ruby said, grinning over at Tip who would rather like the floor to swallow him now, please.

"You can stay with us for awhile, if you like? It might mean the bullies stay further away for a little bit, why were they following you, anyway?"

"They don't like that I'm not human... it's Mantle, though, mummy said I needed to get used to it."

Tip's eyes went strangely hard at that. "Thinking about it, there's someone I know you should probably meet. The problem is, he's in Atlas and your family would be worried if we just took you! Would you be able to show us where you live? If nothing else, we should check that it's a safe place to be."

Jaune sighed a bit at that, but they all followed a nervous looking Lily as she led them to her home. it wasn't too bad to look at, really. Unlike the dwellings on either side, it appeared well maintained and hopefully that meant that the walls were solid against the sheer cold that Mantle tended to exude.

An older woman in a tattered apron opened the door, then screamed in real terror as she stared at the humans on the other side. Lily rushed to her, clinging to the apron.

"It's okay, mummy! They're my friends, they rescued me from the bad boys!"

"... oh?" The mother sounded suspicious, scanning over the group of young hunters, gaze briefly lingering on tip, who shifted slightly.

"Thank you for rescuing my daughter." She said, eventually, though she still looked suspicious.

"We're hunters, ma'am, it's what we do. I was wondering, however, whether it may be advisable to gain a meeting with Marrow? I'm certain he would want to help as much as he could."

The woman blinked. "You can just casually contact an Ace Operative, can you?"

"Yes, ma'am, I can. I'm Wintertip Pine, by the way." Tip held out a hand, but she didn't take it, scanning his face again. Her eyes widened and her tail twitched in sudden realisation.

"... Winter?" She sounded strangely choked even as Tip's own eyes widened too. Had he known her, somehow?

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked, his voice as level as he could make it.

"Thank you. Just... thank you. Do you have contact information, at all? My husband will want to thank you himself."

"Of course." Tip murmured, rattling off his contact number.

"You can really get us in contact with Specialist Amin?"

"I can indeed, ma'am."

"Foxglove, not ma'am, young one. I have questions, but not today, I suspect? I'll be in contact." She smiled and shut the door, behind it they could already hear Lily start her rapid fire questioning again.

"You do realise that that's gonna spread, right? You just... I really hope you know what you're doing."

"Yes, well. So do I."

[yuukei-yikes]

ive been thinking abt ayaki and shintaro post str lately. like i know realistically ayaki would dissapear since in theory the wish she was created from was fulfilled but i just think her staying creates an interesting idea on shintaro's problem with isolation and tendency to retreat into his own head. bc ayaki literally lives in his head. like ayaki and shintaro are the only two people in the whole world who will ever understand the things theyve seen at a truly deep level. so who else could shintaro go to when he gets flashbacks of previous routes. also the guilt he would probably feel for feeling more attached to the ayano in his head then the one actually there. a literal reflection of his actual feelings towards ayano i think. i kind of lost my train of thought uhm shrugs. i should probably write a google doc abt this

UGH UGH UGH.... THE BIT ABT SHINTARO FEELING MORE ATTACHED TO THE AYANO IN HIS HEAD INSTEAD OF THE ONE ACTUALLY HERE BEING THE SAME AS HOW HE LOVES THE AYANO HE MADE UP IN HIS MIND MORE THAN THE REAL ONE.... THATS SO FUCKING COOL AND REAL AND AWESOME..... YESSSSS shinyaki gets me so badly like. ough. they have been together for so long. i imagine yaki trying so hard to fight her humanity and even be cold to shintaro like!! ACT LIKE THE SNAKE EYE POWER SHE IS. and she does for the most part but Shintaro.... he is so difficult. he keeps being reborn and she keeps watching him grow up til activating her and remembering her again, and every single time shintaro's like Im so sorry for forgetting you again. and ayaki's like. AUGH. STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT. sorry they drive me a little crazy.

yeah i know ayaki would disappear but i dont like thatttt i think❤️❤️❤️ she should stay❤️❤️❤️ i think its a miserable existence and rly speaks abt ayano's character that she just stays there forever. i think there's something very cool abt an ayano tateyama who gets a happy ending in a mortal life at the cost of an suffering ayano who is alone for eternity, who sacrificed everything to be exactly where she is, watching another version of herself be happy. i dont think ayaki jumped into it knowing she'd find peace one day. i think once she is a snake she Is A Snake. Ur ass isnt dying. like she has a damn soul??

sorry the bit abt souls in kagepro drives me crazy. we dont know it with any other snakes other than awakening/konoha and haruka(and saeru but we dont talk abt it). the ending of mca is MESSY messy. personally i dont know if i Really understand it, I've always explained it to myself like konoha/awakening GETS ITS OWN wish bc despite being just a snake, it became its own person, and its wish is to have hiyori live which is how saeru "dies" bc it has to resign to be a surrogate life for hiyori right?? its never explained Why konoha gets a wish but that's it to me. awakening and retaining being opposites bc one is a snake that became a person and the other a person who became a snake.

anyways coming back to the soul thing, it's rly all in haruka and konoha's situation bc konoha becomes its own person, "gains a soul" lets say, and that very soul puts it in conditions of making a wish. haruka was the only one in the daze who wasn't PHYSICALLY there, and his wish never finished getting there bc awakening was like My body now. <- like this is so interesting there's a lot of potential to konoha being even more interesting, maybe being a snake that's always wanted its own body or something. i KNOW its bc haruka's personality wasn't strong for it but that's an ass explanation and it always has been😘

anywyas so haruka coming back by the end to me is explained thru his wish being Actually listened to and konoha retreating back to its original role though it is still a person. i think it becomes a case of reverse, from str onwards it is konoha watching through haruka instead of the other way around. this is kinda the logic behind why ive always loved the konoha reborn hc... with the whole soul thing. like konoha finally cutting ties with being a snake and not being awakening anymore, just konoha!!

god i got super sidetracked. basically ayaki is also a snake with a soul. yes she would disappear by all this logic, once shintaro's wish (and her own) is fulfilled. HOWEVER. i dont want to❤️ however if she DID. there is a HUGE prompt in here about shintaro dealing with the disappearance of ayaki. she has been with him for so long and he remembers it all bc just cuz retaining is away it doesnt mean he just unsees all the routes, yknow? just cant see them again but theyre still in his memory. so he remembers how he's been with her for so many lives and now she's just gone... and there's this other real ayano here. who isn't really another ayano she is the same person. he knows she is but she's still another. augh. augh augh augh. anyways no i dont like to think abt ayaki disappearing She needs to give the mekakushi dan a tour when they all jump in shintaro's brain to look at his memories western cartoon style

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 71 - Back to apple cutting!

Before I start this episode I wanna say that I just came home from the barn and my horse looked dreadful… He was covered in a thick layer of dried mud, on some body parts it looked like plate armor… It was everywhere! Everywhere except his muzzle and the top part of his head. I spent an hour brushing off all the dirt and I am now thoroughly dusted and will enjoy this Buried episode the same way Karolina Górka herself was probably sitting in the Archive: full of dust… (and then I'm gonna take a shower…)

"King’s Cross Saint Pancras" - Saint PancrEas LMAO! How did this happen?? How did nobody notice? xD

"It was exactly one in the morning when I left, as that was when the pub closed on a Friday" / "I was somewhat reluctant to share my ride home with a carriage full of drunks, but that was always the danger of drinking on a Saturday" - Wait, so was it Friday or Saturday??? I mean, if it was after midnight it was technically Saturday, but it's still weird to suddenly switch, when previously she had also said Friday addressing the closing time at 1 am. Usually people always address it by the name of the day the night started. And the 6th January 2017 was actually a Friday.

"Looking down to the other end, I did see another figure, just one, but they were walking away and out into the rest of the station. It was hard to tell from a distance, but I believe he was holding a shovel of some sort." - Oh, is that the guy people talk about suspecting it to be Hezekiah Wakely? I never picked up on that. Another 200 years old dude still up and about…

I just touched my neck and I'm so dusty T_T

"I was faced, to my mind, with three choices. I could sit there and wait, at the mercy of whatever situation I had found myself in. I could head through the other carriages leading towards the rear of the train and hope I could get off there and walk back along the tunnel. Or I could do the same thing heading towards the front of the train, hoping that there was someone in the driver’s compartment that could explain what was going on." - I think I would have picked option one and just resigned myself to the grubby train XD Option two could be dangerous if the tunnel was too narrow to leave any space to get out of the way in case another train approached and option three would mean that I had to talk to people which I generally avoid.

"Being crushed to death would be horrible, yes, but I have never been afraid of dying, and it didn’t appear that there would be any point to further escape attempts. Better to accept my fate and hope it was all some awful dream." - This ties in very well to other statements where the statement-giver was directly targeted by a Dread Power and managed to survive - they want our fear. So… be not afraid! (HA!) This can be achieved with the help of anchors, as we have seen in MAG 13 or MAG 48. Or by gripping to hope as in MAG 66 (and luck, that Salesa and Lukas came to look for him. Otherwise I think that statement-giver wouldn't have had much time left). Karolina simply made the choice to not be afraid anymore. No more fear, no more food for the Entity and it loses its grip.

JON "Do you still take the Tube?" KAROLINA "Of course. I live in London." - Wow.

"I find it oddly comforting that who- or whatever is down there needs to eat, as it offers some reassurance that they are at least broadly human. But why? And for how long? And how are they getting their supplies?" - And how is Leitner taking a shower? Using the toilet? (Don't! say creepy book… even if it kinda would make sense…)

Speaking of a shower, time to get rid of the dirt!

At this point I'm getting more and more invested in your daily listening activities and how they connect to the episode

I wonder when the apple cutting will connect to our story as well xD

[darkphoenix07]

Conflating Arousal

An official love story [Enemies to lovers au]

Paring : Jeong Yunho × Im Johwa

Genre : Office Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Kdrama vibe

Word count : 3.4k

Synopsis : What happens when the man Johwa hates becomes her CEO? "If you have problem with me, Ms. Im, you can give your resignation letter and leave, we don't need employees like you in here."- Jeong Yunho

Warning : Mention of blood, Child abuse, Sexual Assault, Self harm, Toxic relationship.

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8:45 a.m.

"Kim, I'm leaving," Johwa calls Ahnjong before closing the door which reached in Ahnjong's ears but she doesn't seem to care about it. She is still sleepy from last night's book signature event.

Johwa reaches office and sighs as Wooyoung's desk is still empty which is beside hers. He hasn't been able to get discharged yet. Maybe she should go to see him tonight. He will feel much better, she hopes. Part of her misses not having him around here, his teases, going to party with him, singing karaoke on full sound, getting drunk together. It hurts so much that he is not here yet. That man is another reason why she was able to get over her trauma, how he always gave her positive vibes, how he showed her his friend group and turn her life so beautiful that she couldn't even imagine to have.

"Johwa, have you had breakfast?" She hears Seonghwa, the senior publisher of their company, coming from his room, having dark circles under his eyes, lips looking chappy. Doesn't he work too much?

"Did you again overworked? Why do you do it?" Johwa asks him punching him on the shoulder playfully. Seonghwa smiles, "It's our our production manager's fault. Not mine," he says staring at their production manager's cabinet. The nameplate on the door still looks new 'Kim Hongjong' though it has been four years since they have started working.

Johwa starts walking, "Let's go, I haven't had breakfast either," they stand in front of the elevator for going to a cafe. When the door opens, with a beautiful smile, one eyebrow raising, Wooyoung, managing editor is standing in front of his college friend and favorite colleague.

"Oh my God, how did you come here?" Johwa runs inside the elevator and jumps on him wrapping her hands around him.

Wooyoung starts laughing, "That's why I didn't tell you, I was coming," her happiness exploding only for him starts making his heart weak, a slight satisfaction works inside him knowing, she is still the same, she loves him the same.

"I missed you so much," Johwa cries out cupping his face, shaking his face to check if he is still okay or not.

"Am I invisible?" Seonghwa asks them and Johwa leaves Wooyoung, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

Seonghwa punches Wooyoung on his stomach, "After 7 and a half months man, you have come to annoy us again."

"Miss me?" Wooyoung asks smirking and the elevator opens.

Three of them reaches inside a cafe telling Wooyoung about what happened in here. How San always kept talking about Wooyoung, how he kept regretting about leaving him alone that night, even their boss talked about Wooyoung not being there.

"Specially Johwa, she kept blaming herself from the time she woke up. She kept saying if only I wasn't drunk, I would be able to find the mobile phones," Seonghwa says and Wooyoung looks at her, "Jo, it was never your fault. Why do you think so much?"

"Nevermind, we have so many good things to talk about. Why these? How are you feeling now?" Johwa says pouring a spoonful of cake inside her mouth. She doesn't even want to remember how that night was, how she wanted to murder that man for leaving them alone. If only someone wouldn't come after some moments and took her to hospital, she would have died by now. People are just like that. Some people have so much humanity, some are worse than animals.

Finishing their breakfast, they see everyone arriving in the office. "Oi, bestie," Their literary agent, Choi San, comes running towards Wooyoung, hugging him, kissing him on the cheek which is not acceptable to Yeosang because he cringes too much staring at them, "You guys are so gay, grow up already."

As the senior illustrator, Yeosang himself looks like a fine art because of how beautiful he is, not only because he is handsome, but also because of his shy and sweet gesture. His skill is not comparable to other illustrators of other companies which he is always proud of.

"What if we are for real?" San winks flashing his dimple smile.

Choi San, who is Kim Ahnjong's Literary agent, is good at convincing people with his broad dimpled smile. His communication skills is beyond imagination for which he is mainly their senior marketing manager. He always thinks that choosing Marketing as his major subject was the best choice he made in life.

"Stop it already, you two," Seonghwa says moving his head knowing how childish they are to pick a fun fight already.

Publisher Park Seonghwa has always been warm with everyone. No one can say that he has an enemy or someone hates him neither him. His only bad habit is overworking which he learnt from their Production manager Kim Hongjong. First Seonghwa judged him for being a workaholic but then he became like him automatically which is very suspicious to his other colleagues.

"What a pleasant surprise, Jung Wooyoung!" Everyone's eyes fall on their favorite boss who is holding his morning coffee in hand. He is technically a coffee addict.

Workaholic Kim Hongjong aka their production manager is the one who got into this office first. Maybe he did 40% of the job for building this place and the 60% was the other employees. He dreams of becoming a CEO one day not like their one because their one disgusts him so much. Sometimes he feels bad for his team who don't get enough recognition by their CEO for giving extra effort. But he wants to make sure, when he becomes one, he can take care of everyone of thier skills. Maybe there isn't another dedicated person like Kim Hongjong in this company.

"How could I not?" Wooyoung smiles and shakes his hand with Hongjong giving him a formal hug.

Wooyoung who is another Graphic designer for which he spent most of the time with Johwa, his third best friend. Though she is their one year junior, Johwa born in the same year as him. He doesn't like to work much, that is why he chose to become Graphic designer. He would bribe Johwa for finishing his works but this time she had to do many things by her own because of him being in the hospital.

"Guys, I have a news," Hongjong says getting serious all of a sudden which scares all of them. Because he is the only person who doesn't joke around being serious.

"Our CEO is changing and someone is buying 'Reunimity'. We have a meeting by 11," his news shocks everyone but soon they start clapping.

"This is happiness," Johwa says almost jumping but hits her elbow with her desk.

"Ouch!"

Wooyoung smiles feeling like he is home, seeing how she is still so clumsy. He missed watching her cursing random things because of getting hurt.

"Get ready, in half an hour," Hongjong says while heading inside his room. But stops staring back, "Park, come in my office," and they both get inside his room.

11:00 a.m.

"Guys, what if the CEO is worse this time?" San asks as they are walking in the hallway for going to the meeting room.

Yeosang gets mad, "Can you not think positive?"

"No, San is right. Hoping for the good, we may end up falling in a bad situation," Seonghwa says.

"Let's do prayer circle for having a good CEO this time," Johwa says stretching her hand.

Wooyoung grabs it first and they starts praying closing their eyes for having a good CEO.

And as they enter in the room, Johwa's eyes fall on the CEO making her heart clench.

The man she prayed to see in front of her eyes so that she could punch him, give him a kick was just in front of her siting among the bosses and their CEO.

"You! What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?" She screams getting ahead of everyone which makes the man stand up.

"May I know who you are?" He asks back.

"Didn't I ask first? Why are you here?" Johwa again shouts grabbing a chair beside her, moving closer to him.

"Ms. Im, mind your language and stay put. What is your problem? He is our new CEO, Jeong Yunho from 'Zephyr' ," their CEO says standing up to stop her.

But her mind is a mess to understand whatever the situation is right now. Her head is filled with that accident, how he left them to die on the street, how she cried for help and thought she was going to die when he left just like that.

"He can't be our CEO. I want him gone or I may!" She stops gripping the chair tighter than before.

"I'm Johwa! Have you l-" her CEO starts scolding her again but Jeong Yunho stops him.

"You may what? What will you do if I don't leave? What can you do?" Yunho asks narrowing his eyes, he can feel his blood boiling.

Wooyoung comes forward, "If she is shouting about YOU being the CEO then I must say something is still wrong with you, Yunho. I mean Mr. Jeong Yunho."

Johwa looks back at Wooyoung, "Do you know him?"

"We used to," San replies as he is feeling uncomfortable by the environment too.

Yeosang crosses his hand, "But not anymore. He is just a stranger."

Johwa doesn't understand a thing though she looks at Hongjong, "Sir, please tell him to go or else we will leave this company."

"What are you here, Ms. Im? What is your position?" Yunho asks raising his eyebrow, still calmness in his voice, he doesn't seem angry at all unlike Johwa.

"Senior graphic designer," she says.

"And you Mr. Jung?" He asks staring at Wooyoung.

"Senior graphic designer," Wooyoung replies.

"We won't be needing you two in the meeting. So, leave," Yunho says again sitting on his chair.

"What?" Johwa can't believe her own years. After investing her whole life for this company, she is getting this much disrespect, it is making her feel more mad.

"I told you two to leave. So, leave or else I will fire you two," he says making Johwa's eyes getting full of tears of rage. She feels like hitting him right now but that is going to be so unprofessional.

She opens the door somehow as her lips start trembling and leaves running away.

Wooyoung follows her leaving everyone else in the room. He doesn't understand why was she overreacting. Maybe he wouldn't say a thing seeing Yunho as their CEO but the way Johwa reacted was unlike her. But as far he knows Yunho, he was always a good boy, he can't hurt Johwa somehow, can he? Has he become capable of hurting a person like this that she would starts reacting this way?

When did you turn into this? Are you really gone, Yunho?

He sees Johwa on the rooftop crying hugging herself. His heart twists seeing her crying like that. He remembers her crying this way when he was taken to his second surgery. She was crying like he died. She is tough but she cries a lot. Maybe she pretends to be tough to hide her flaws. Maybe this is what makes her herself.

"Jo," he calls her and she immediately hugs him, "He was the man who left me on the street. Who left us like that, I begged Wooyoung. I begged him for saving me but he just left. He fucking left giving me trauma, taking my peace away. Maybe you wouldn't have that much blood loss of only he would come to save you, Wooyoung. He almost killed us. Killed you, how can I ever forget that, Wooyoung? How? I hate him. I hate to see his face. Everytime I'll look at him, I'll remember the scene where I saw you bleed, saw you feeling suffocated beside me. I can't see his face. I fucking hate him," she starts breathing heavily crying, telling him everything.

He realizes how badly that accident effected her. How she cares about him and how devastated she has become because of Yunho.

It is so unlike him, the Yunho he once knew. He would smile frequently, help everyone, make so many friends, engage with people. Did that person die for real? Isn't there anything left?

He pats Johwa's back, "I am fine now. Look at me," he cups her face, "It was just an unfortunate event. Stop feeling bad about it already. Have you stopped your meditation and exercise? And why did you stop going for parties and drinks? It was just a coincidence, Johwa. About him, forget it. He wasn't like that. He was turned into becoming like that, so forget it."

"How do you know him?" Johwa asks as he wipes her tears with his thumb.

"We used to go to same school. We were a group of friends. San, me, Yeosang, him and another guy. But he had so many obstacles that he ended up hurting us and was left with just one friend gladly. I don't like him anymore either. He has turned into someone we hate," he finishes with a sigh, "Just ignore him. It's not like we will have to see his face everyday. Calm down. Work on yourself, you are turning into a mess again. Get a grip on yourself, Im Jowha."

"I swear I'll kill him," she says pouting.

"I'll be your accomplice, now let's head inside," Wooyoung says taking her with him.

As the meeting finishes, the others come and Wooyoung tells them about what happened.

"Maybe something was wrong with Yunho. He would never leave someone to die," San says after hearing from Wooyoung.

"San, how do you never get negative about someone? He is gone, he is long gone," Wooyoung says.

"You know how his m-"

"I don't want to talk about him anymore. Just tell me what he said," Johwa says punching her desk.

"He said, we are changing our building and transferring into his. He used to have a publishing company under him but he dismissed the whole company because they betrayed him. Now, they want to hire us because he saw potential in our work and we are growing too fast too," Seonghwa says keeping his phone on Johwa's desk getting on it.

"So, he praised us?" Wooyoung asks rolling his eyes.

"Yes and gladly, he didn't fire you two," San says, "He is still there somewhere."

"Again, San? He isn't. Didn't you get prove already? He was fucking rude," Wooyoung says.

"Guys, stop. We have to transfer everything tomorrow and start working too," Seonghwa says making them remember.

"Yes," Johwa sighs staring at her desk.

It has been six years since she has started working here with them. This place, this desk everything always felt like a home to her, like she belongs to this place. But maybe it's not about the place, it is about the people she is working with.

They starts packing the things they may need, some important things on their desks and head of after finishing.

On her way home, she gets a call from Ahnjong, "You little, you are coming to the gym right now."

"Wooyoung called you, ha?" Johwa asks knowing how concern he is about everyone, specially his closest friends. Maybe that's what makes everyone love him more..

"Yes, whatever. Are you coming or should I drag you here?" Ahnjong asks making her chuckle. This girl is so lovely, how can she make her smile being overprotective.

"I'm going home to meet Eunseu and her daughter, she is coming back to her own apartment," Johwa says and she becomes quite.

"Okay but you are going to start in the morning. Wooyoung is fully well now, so there is no excuse," she says.

"Okay, bubba, I will. Aren't you coming home?" Johwa asks while getting inside her house.

"Why do you care? Go and do your work. Goodnight," Ahnjong says and cuts the line.

Johwa lazily keeps her phone in the bag and knock on Eunseu's apartment.

She opens the door and hugs Eunseu, "Oh my God, I missed you so much," she says rubbing Eunseu's back.

"Me too," she replies with her natural calm voice, her face looking pale, eyes having dark circles, "Jo, can you help me? I can't do this with him anymore. I can't take it anymore," she breaks down into tears holding Johwa tight.

"Hey, you don't have to ask for help to me. I am always there by your side, Eun," Johwa makes her sit on the sofa and wipes her tears.

Eunseu's arrange marriage didn't end up well. Even it got worse after having a baby but now Eunseu feels tired of trying.

"I gave him divorce but he is going to court for Yeoseu's custody. She is a little girl, how am I supposed to let her go?" she says staring down as Johwa is holding her hand.

"It doesn't matter. I will rip his heart out if he tries to take out Yeoseu. I swear, I will. Where is she?"

"Sleeping. She can't bear long journey. My poor girl," Eunseu says.

"You haven't had dinner right? I will make you dinner and I'm staying here tonight," Johwa says getting up but Eunseu grabs her hand, "But aren't you tired?"

"Not a bit, Eunshi. I'm at your service tonight," Johwa says running towards the kitchen.

"Why did you bring these? You could have ordered online," Eunseo says staring at the shopping Johwa did for her best friend.

"Shut up and switch on the tv. Let's finish a Kdrama," Johwa says clicking her tongue while starting to cook.

Eun does as she says and sits on the kitchen counter, "So, how was your day? How did it go?"

Johwa gives attention to her cutting vegetable, "Awesome," she says bitting her bottom lips feeling bad for lying but she didn't want to ruin the mood right now.

Finishing their dinner, not being able to finish the Kdrama they started, they both fall asleep on their sofabed cuddling each other. Johwa keeps seeing nightmares of Yunho and cursing him.

On the other hand, Yunho opens his two floored penthouse door and closes it.

"Finally," He hears his girlfriend's voice from the living room and his face lits up.

She looks at him, "What is with the long face? Aren't you happy to see me? I came here directly canceling my shoot but look at you."

"Just another hectic day," he says before plopping beside her.

She starts playing with his earlobe, "I can make your night better though."

Yunho smiles a little, like if he smiles more it will hurt his lips. He feels her straddling him, bending over him to reach his lips. And it makes him feel joyous when his lips touches hers. He wraps his hands around her waist pulling her closer, "Were you missing me that much, love?"

"Don't you wanna check?" She asks winking a him making him smile. She is the only person who helps him to be himself a little bit.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Yunho asks before kissing her neck.

"How can I not?" She says grabbing his neck, pressing him more into her neck."

"Make me forget everything. I want to feel good only," Yunho whispers crashing his lips on hers again. This time picking her up burying his face in her neck again.

"Fuck, I will," she says feeling him walking inside his room. As he shifts her on his bed, he throws everything he was wearing on the floor so as she. With her every kiss, making every thrusts, he starts feeling ease in his heart again, "You have no idea how much I wanted you tonight," she says crying out feeling his warmth inside her.

"You get what you want, my good girl," he says pushing harder than before like his life depends on these thrusts, this kiss, her moans, her touches.

"I can never love anyone else like I love you, Iseul" he says kissing her forehead before cleaning her up like a gentleman before pulling her inside his arms.

"Thanks for being mine," She says burying her face inside his arms.

We never promise thinking we will be the person breaking it. We just make them thinking things would never change. But that is the worst thought of ours. Isn't it?

Prologue

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[behold-the-griffin]

A Monologue About Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach My Beloved*spoilers ahead*

So despite not having ever given a single shit about Frederick Fazbear or whatever the fuck his name is, Security Breach is a comedic masterwork and here are all the reasons why I love it. 

1) The villain is a furry. 

This woman, this grown-ass adult, decided to start murdering children. Already a red flag. But then, but then, she thought to herself, “Gee, how should I go about doing this?” And she decides that the best option, the best way to go about this horrific deed, is the fucking homemade rabbit suit. Given the previous context of the games, you might say, “Griffin! This is normal!” I’ll give that to you, the fucked up reality that children are often murdered by furries in this universe is true. 

But our dear Vanessa, our beloved idiot Vanny, has to make her suit. She has to rock up to Joanne’s Fabrics and select out materials, lying through her fucking teeth to the cheery assistant about what her project is. Her victims are what? Eleven, twelve, going off of Gregory’s age? I will bet my fucking life that one of those kid’s last words was “Hah, are you a furry?” And she can’t fucking deny that. She can’t. She may have slashed his throat half a second later, but he’s the one who eviscerated her with five words. 

2) Our protagonist fears no god

We play as Gregory, a surprisingly bitter child with an astounding disregard for basically everything. He’s eleven. He’s a half-feral goblin child. As a former half-feral goblin child, I can respect his snark. 

What I cannot respect, however, is how fucking savage he is. Eleven year old me, while down to commit atrocities, would’ve hidden under a table and resigned myself to death. Eleven year old me would not have the moxie to juke around seven foot tall robots and hurl themselves through vents with a little demon spider thing in them. 

My boy Gregory? Nah. He’s wrecking Chica’s shit and yeeting go karts at Roxy. Disassembling humans and fighting Grandpa Afton with the equivalent of a nerf gun combined with a laser pointer or just a fucking camera. Eat shit, you overgrown Furbies, God gave Gregory the ability to press buttons and he’s about to make it everyone else’s problem. 

GREGORY STEALS CARS. In one of the endings, Freddy and Gregory steal a van and drive their way out of the pizzaplex. Guess who’s driving. I’ll give you a hint. It’s not the one who can actually reach the pedals. THAT’S RIGHT, BABES, IT’S GREGORY. First the go kart, and now this. It’s canon. 

Gregory’s personality grated on me a little bit in the beginning, I won’t lie. I thought he was kinda mean. But as I watched the game unfold, I realized that Gregory had every right to be prickly. He’s scared, he’s a kid, and he’s fighting for his life. And what’s more, he’s homeless. You don’t really get to be scared. You gotta look out for yourself, and that’s what he’s doing. 

3) Freddy Fazbear

Where can I fucking begin. Buckle the fuck up. 

The dichotomy of his design. The neon blue tattoos, the little earring, the fucking top hat. His ears wiggle and his teeth are sharper than they should be. He’s huge and scary and gentle and kind and I love him for that. I know that the design is probably just to make them more marketable, but damn, they did good. 

The voice. They got a really solid voice actor, and whatever effects they layered on to make him sound like a robot didn’t diminish the emotion put in. He sounds like a friend, someone I’d like to talk to. In general, the voice acting for this game is incredible overall, but I am just a little disappointed that we never got to hear Freddy sing. 

His dynamic with Gregory. What can I say, I’m a slut for healthy platonic relationships. Though they start off rocky, and their bond is forged by shared danger, their interactions are genuinely sweet. Sometimes a family is a boy and his robot bear dad, and that’s that. 

4) Map Bot. 

I find it hysterical that with all the legitimately dangerous things hunting you down, the scariest thing is a repurposed security bot with glasses who shoves maps at you. They made it a running gag, and for me, it doesn’t get old. Free map. Take a map. I love them. 

5) The other animatronics

I love how they each have their own quirks and personalities. Monty has anger issues, Roxy has self-loathing tendencies, and Chica has an eating disorder. They’re so very human, and I honestly find it both hilarious and sad that the reason isn’t the usual “dead kid possession,” but that they were coded that way. I really wish we got to see more of them than just them hunting us down, but the game was already huge, and stuffing more into it would be difficult. 

Freddie calls them his friends, and I don’t doubt for a second that if something hadn’t been screwing with their code, they’d be just as caring as Freddy. Who, by the way, was completely on board with the fact that Gregory potentially had no clue what a fountain was and was totally ready to explain that. No questions, just simple acceptance, and the probable in-universe explanation of them just interacting with kids who have an incredibly patchwork knowledge of things in general and them being programmed to have no judgement about that is really nice. 

I honestly felt bad, picking them off one by one. Especially Roxy. I know what it’s like to hate yourself, and hearing her sob as she tries to reassure herself that she’s not a failure actually made me feel like a piece of shit. It goes back to the incredible voice actors they found. 

And Sun and Moon as well. I don’t really understand how people are so thirsty for them, but I never understood attraction anyway. But what’s really funny about that is how people are incredibly aware that if one tried to put the moves on them, Sun would ban them from the daycare in an instant and Moon would probably just snap their necks. 

I personally don’t find their dynamic with Gregory as compelling as Freddy, but Sun and Moon freak me out for reasons I can’t quite explain. They’re not my favorite, but the angst potential with them is astronomical and I think that’s very sexy of Steel Wool Studios to give those of of you who are so inclined some fodder for your fics. 

6) The game itself. 

Far from the simple mechanics and one room of the first game, the setting is fucking huge. It’s really impressive that they managed to pull of the free-roam dynamic so well. What I wouldn’t give to explore the entirety of the pizzaplex without being hunted down, or with those fucking security bots always smashing themselves into my face and then immediately letting go. 

The lighting’s really cool, and the part with the endoskeletons is terrifying. I also like how you didn’t have to schlep back and forth across the nature map on fetch quests, but I would’ve like to visit a place other than the service tunnels more than once. 

Even with the various bugs and glitches it opened with, it was definitely entertaining to play and more importantly, playable. Here’s to you, Cyberpunk 2077, for setting the bar so fucking low. 

Despite it only being one night, Security Breach is full of secrets and lore and is just really fun. I like the new direction Steel Wool is going in with the survival horror, and I look forward to future games. 

[gojuo]

also can we talk about the fact that, narratively, it doesn’t really make sense to “out” Aegon as a rapist and worse (if the leaks are true) at this point in the story?? like, even if they wanted to paint him as Mushroom’s version does, couldn’t have they waited another episode or something? Because their attempt to humanize/justify Alicent, having her mishearing the prophecy as opposed to simply being power-hungry and wanting her own blood on the throne, now falls completely fucking flat. Her “you’re no son of mine” scene is followed by her literally crowning said son king and serving him the iron throne on a silver platter. isn’t she supposed to be a moral character in the show? couldn’t she have simply ignored Viserys’ delirious nonsense considering she’s just found out (or she’s known all along) her son is a monster and should be nowhere near a position of power??? be fr😭

no wait you're right..... alicent herself said to rhaenyra that she'd "make a good queen" as if she resigned herself to it, but now with the ramblings of a dying man in his final moments she changes her mind completely? "doing what the king wills" but you know he never changed his mind in all of those years? I love alicent in the show don't get me wrong I sympathize with her so much I feel for her I want better for her, but I kinda mourn the clever and cunning politician from F&B who was ambitious and who we never got in HOTD. it would have been better for me to have alicent in this show be like "you stole my life, you will not steal my son's too" to viserys as he lay dying and then crown aegon as revenge/justice for herself and her family. but they're not going that way with her sadly. I wish they had kept the original reason for the Dance to happen, reason being the contradicting laws and precedents set by the GC101. I wish they had kept the Dance as a legal battle and not a misunderstanding over a dumb ass prophecy.

instead of exploring his bond with sunfyre, we get aegon being a rapist + child fighting pits for shock value. because depraved shit makes for good entertainment and shocking plot twists in hbo's eyes I guess 😮‍💨 such a wasted fucking arc for someone that doesn't want to be king who will become the "I will fight until the very bitter end and refuse to die" man we get at dragonstone

[sekceesimps]

The Adeptus’s Temptation (Xiao x reader oneshot)

summary: Xiao watches and reacts to his darling being flirted with by a certain Geo Archon.  angst (kinda) but ends with fluff.  

a/n Hey anon, I loved your requests so I decided to do both of them… hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the love and feel free to leave another request (that goes for all of you!) 

This is sort of a more in depth version of the Xiao part in the Genshin Jealousy HCs

Also sorry for the delays between publishing, Tea and I have been busy with our personal lives, but we’re trying to write more! 

Keep liking and following us, it genuinely motivates me to write. 

 Sincerely Coffee  

Who would have ever thought that the Conqueror of Demons, the Vigilant Yaksha, the great adeptus Xiao would ever have a significant other that was human. Certainly not you and definitely not him. 

Xiao is not someone who is easy to open up and be kind, but you managed to break through his cold and harsh demeanor. A surprise to the adeptus who had resigned himself to living his life alone and far from others. You are someone special to him in a world filled with incompetent and useless humans. 

It took some time for him to allow you to spend more days with him and even allow you to initiate physical affection. At first, it came as a relief when you were out doing commissions or just going out to work, he needed his space after all. He was worried about how fast he was falling for you and clung onto the hope that the space he left would allow him to protect himself. 

As your warmth and presence grew on him more, a part of him yearned to be at your side and let you closer to his heart. He had put up his icy walls to combat the heartbreak that comes after losing friend after friend, he was distraught with how quickly you broke through to him. He grumbled at your hand holding, but leaning into your touch nonetheless. 

Your dangerous commissions started to lessen as he refused to let you take on the most harmful of enemies without him. After all, he had no idea what he would do if he lost you. 

Xiao’s favorite thing to do with you is sit at the top of Wangshu Inn or even just the cliff sides of Liyue and bask in your attention and presence. He practically glowed under your loving gaze and from the light brushes of your hand against his. He had known the land for thousands of years and he had seen the most beautiful of landscapes in his time guarding it. He thought that he had seen every stunning thing in this world, that was at least until he met you. 

Your bravery, resilience, and overwhelming beauty had completely captured him, and as time went on he fell further and further for you. The life he envisioned the two of you to live together was a calm and peaceful one. He knew it probably wouldn’t be possible with the nature of both of your responsibilities and his own life span, but an adeptus could still dream.  

Now as much as Xiao wants to protect you, he can’t really leave Liyue. He’s able to help you when you’re here with him, but he’s essentially powerless when you go to Mondstadt. Of course, he’s entertained the thought of just leaving for a bit and staying by your side to protect you. In the end, he always lets you leave for work with a light kiss to your forehead and a heavy feeling in his heart. 

You had accustomed him to your soft affections and gentle mannerisms. He was always reluctant in letting you leave, but he trusted your abilities and simply had to stew in his reluctance when you were gone. He often told you to simply call out his name if you were in trouble and he’d be there in a moment. To this you would simply smile and reassure him with soft kisses to the top of his head. It was a miracle when he had managed to convince you to take on more commissions and bounties in the Liyue area. It made it easier for him to come to your side for aid and also to watch over you. It also allowed for more frequent dates, which made both of you incredibly happy. 

You always had the most interesting stories from your time adventuring. When you two were relaxing on loving moonlight nights, he looked forward to the smile on your face when you spoke in detail about your commissions. He was silent and let you speak, paying full attention to you. Xiao loved the silence and peace. He hated when humans would talk for hours on end, it was unnecessary and wasted his time. However, this sentiment didn’t carry on with you. 

He often urged you to talk about your day and the people you met. Xiao does everything he can to coax more of your sweet voice out. Your voice had always been like music to his ears. For you, he could bear not being alone. For you, he was carving out hours of his day to cuddle and listen to you speak. 

That was until everything changed with your adventuring routes. Previously, right after you switched from Mondstadt routes, the Guild had kept you near the Wangshu Inn and around the Qingce Village area. However, due to increased demand for your services, you had been moved South towards Liyue Harbor. The adventures you went on now were much simpler, but much more boring. You’d complain to your boyfriend about how you had to talk to too many people and how exhausting it was for you. Xiao would listen intently and offer a comforting embrace, silently happy that at least you weren’t out risking your life every day.  

His concern began when you moved on from random requests and commissions with different people to a more stable and consistent job. You had accepted a job from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor as a one time thing, but your skill and agreeability had earned you a more permanent position there. 

Your day to day job was to just assist and protect different members with finding and restoring relics across Liyue. However, it allowed you to move around more and actually engage in combat, a welcome change from before. You had helped the director herself, but your favourite employee to work with was Mr. Zhongli.  He was a tall and serious man, but he was powerful and amusing to talk to. 

The first adventure you had gone on with him, you couldn’t stop talking about it with Xiao when you came home that night. One adventure turned into ten quite quickly as the two of you made a habit of engaging in all your commissions with the parlor together. Zhongli as your companion in travel gave you a sense of stability and a feeling of safety when you were out in dangerous situations again. 

Every night you came back, you told Xiao about the mysterious and strong man’s aid to you. The passion you spoke of his power and of his intelligence in the culture of Liyue surprised him at first. As you kept talking about Zhongli, Xiao started to feel different. He was no longer eager to hear of your adventures because he felt something very strange now. 

Xiao has never felt afraid. At least, not truly. He is not afraid of death as he had accepted it long ago. Yet now you had given him something to live for and losing you would leave him back into a pit of despair, suffering, longing, and emptiness. Seeing you gush over the assistant to the funeral director filled him with a new unpleasant feeling. Heart numbing fear. 

He was careful to not let you know how he felt. He was nervous that you would view him as pitiful for what he truly felt in his heart. Bile would fill up in his throat when you talked about that man as he held your full attention. In response, Xiao would start to capture your mouth with a kiss if he sensed that you’d talk about Zhongli on your dates. It got you to shut up and restored his happiness for a moment. 

He felt guilty for interrupting you of course. Yet, he couldn’t muster up the courage to confront his own feelings of insecurity. The best he could do was try to prove to you how much he could offer. As his kisses began to get more heated, he found it fit to use his strength to carry you back to your shared bedroom. 

Out of curiosity, Xiao decided to actually look at this Mr. Zhongli one day. If he was feeling insecure before, oh man, any self confidence he had was now wrecked. The man was absolutely perfect with you. 

You were smiling and walking through the harbor-city side by side with the sharply dressed golden eyed man. The walk that the two of you had was powerful. The men and women of Liyue whispered behind you two about how cute the both of you were. Xiao silently watched as you two sat at the tea house and drank tea in silence. Zhongli had never taken his loving and intent gaze off of you. The Yaksha took in more of the man’s appearance. He was much taller than Xiao was and carried himself with a royal sort of dignity. As the two of you finished your tea, the man made a move to pay for your tea by charging it to the funeral parlor. He’s rich too, Xiao thinks sourly. What doesn’t he have? He has enough when Zhongli’s resoundingly deep voice tells you how well you fought today. If Xiao sounded like that he would never want to shut up.  

He goes back into his bad habits of distancing himself and retreating back into his own silence. His awful self loathing that you worked hard to remove has manifested itself again and begun lashing out on you. Brushing you off, short snappy responses, and hardly responding to anything. This results in you thinking you did something wrong. 

Oh how the adeptus breaks when he sees you try to make him Almond Tofu and various other small gifts to please him. He knows you didn’t do anything, but all he wants is you to free yourself from him and spend your life with someone who could provide so much more than he could. 

In your shared bedroom, he would be physically present, but he was silent and hardly even looked at you. He could hear your muffled tears at night when you thought he was asleep. It took everything within him to not turn to you and let you lay your head in his chest and leave kisses across your face after he dried away your tears. It hurt him again when he heard you asking Verr Goldet if she could help you plan a nice surprise for him. As he stayed to listen, he had to listen to the innkeeper give you kind words as you broke down explaining what it was for.

All your advances towards his forgiveness and love go rejected. He decides that it would be better for you in the long run if it was like this. He stays cold, at least until he sees something that pushes him back to your side. 

His pity party and moping is interrupted by the strangest feeling in his heart. Something painful crackles and burns inside of him. He’s not sure how he knows, but he feels that something is very wrong with you. 

Xiao was not called the adeptus of speed for no reason. The speed in which he reached you was one he had not used for hundreds of years. 

You weren’t in any life threatening danger, but the bond that you two shared was. He could see Zhongli gently move a strand of your hair behind your ear. You had a more nervous smile on your face. 

“How fascinating, Y/N” his voice breaks the silence, “Your abilities seem to get stronger every day,” he continues praising you.

Your face flushes a light pink and you look down, breaking the gaze between you two. “You’re too kind, Mr. Zhongli, but I wouldn’t have been able to grow so much without your guidance,”

The golden eyed man smiles at this as he leans in slightly closer to you, “In that case, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” 

Xiao clears his throat as he steps out from the bushes and stalks towards you with a glower on his face. You look at your lover in surprise, not seeing or hearing his voice in quite some time. 

“Actually, she’s already taken so you can take your leave now,” his words filled with venom. He doesn’t even try to be subtle as he holds his emerald spear by his side in warning to the man who tried to make a move on you. 

Zhongli nods, “I understand, sorry for intruding,” as he leaves. Xiao’s watchful gaze not leaving him until he’s far out of sight. Your adeptus moves to your side and engulfs you in a warm hug that he wishes to convey all of his feelings of love into. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, it was unnecessary and you didn’t even do anything wrong. Give me a chance,” he seldom begs, “please,” he adds. His golden eyes piercing into your soul and displaying such regret. 

You don’t respond, but you lean closer to him and press your lips softly against his. He forgot how much he missed this. 

Oh how stupid he was for not letting you know how much he adored you known more. Well, now he had the time to make it up to you. He brings you towards the cliffside and the two of you sit down together once more, the bond shared between you too also renewed. 

As you look at him, he lets you lean on his shoulder and look at the sun’s light beginning to wane as the sky was touched with beautiful pastel pinks and purples. 

“I love you, Y/N” he whispers softly as he nuzzles his face into your H/C hair. 

“Hmm, I love you too, Xiao,” you respond sweetly and relax under his presence.

The brown haired Archon chuckled lightly as he watched his Adeptus gently place his arm around your waist. He was happy that the cold guardian had finally found someone to love and someone to take care of him in return. When the time was necessary, Morax was ready to bring a contract to let the two of you spend the rest of eternity together, as two soulmates should. 

a/n Hope you enjoyed it! Leave a like and some feedback, please.

[unicyclehippo]

Deliquescent

had to google this so for everyone else like me: deliquescent—becoming liquid, or having a tendency to become liquid (chemistry: of a solid, tending to absorb moisture from the air and dissolve in it)

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at the start of the year, they had a substitute for history who wanted to waste a full twenty minutes of the class to do an icebreaker round and get to know the kids he would likely never meet again. if you were something else—say, an object or a creature, what would you be?

robin had said a bicycle, mostly for laughs, cue stupid joke for deflection and move on. but it worked well enough for an answer and it was kinda true. most of what she says is true; robin tries not to lie, she figures there’s a limit to the number you can get away with in your life and she started with a hell of a disadvantage. anyway, a bicycle. a little wonky without a stand; designed to move—with some effort, of course; not all that interesting or important but also, once she starts thinking more in depth about the metaphor, a bike is every kids first taste at real freedom, wind in their face and excitement on their lips and distance from their family, and that’s kind of how she likes to live her life. oh, and she would probably have stickers all over the frame. yeah.

but now it’s post spring break and everything has changed. well, not everything. just herself. and a little bit of the world—massive “earthquake” and all that. she’s rifling through stacks of old receipts and movie stubs and study flash cards and she’s looking for the page where she wrote down what the fuck her mum wants her to pick up from the store when the note slips onto her desk.

if you were something else (object, creature, etc.) what would you be? her own handwriting. and underneath it, stupid question. remember to ask steve tonight

she doesn’t think she did remember to ask. she doesn’t need to, he’d be a tree. oh he would say something cool like one of those cars he’s eyeing off buying, or a credit card—say something corny like fast, reliable, expensive—like that makes any sense at all but she knows he’s a tree. evergreen, with a tyre swing. some kind of fruit too, she thinks with a smirk.

and herself? she sighs, tucks the paper back into the box and resigns herself to shopping without a list. spring break had changed something fundamental, and it happened without warning; one moment, she was a person who was somewhat useful but tangential, really, and the next she was part of the team. totally bonkers but true. she was…water. the kids, steve, nancy, they were the solid rocks that knew what the fuck they were and what to do and she slipped between them, filling in the gaps. and if she was being really generous with herself and the metaphor, they had needed it. her. someone to soften the ground or - or nourish the tree or be cool (again, super metaphorically) or to be that fresh presence, the one that doesn’t see the marks of everything that happened before, washing it all away. and then, of course, there’s the fact that nancy only has to look at her and she’s melting, turning into a puddle of so much once-robin. a word, and she’s no longer a person but instead a thing that sweats and masquerades as a human.

[dragongirl642]

I really love your writing and noticed your asks are open (i think). And, I checked your masterlist and didn't see RE8 listed as a universe you write for, so you can ignore this if you want. But, could I request Heisenberg, Donna, and Lady Dimitrescu reacting to a male dragon-shifter reader who has decided to make the character's residence their hoard, and as such, going to extreme lengths to protect them and the residence?

OOOHHH 😮😳 How did you know dragons (and by extent dragon shifters) are my favourite things in the whole wide world!!!!!

As a treat, you get all four of the Lords' reactions. 😎

For extra drama, the dragon-shifter (you) basically crash land nearby (after a loooooonnnngggg flight) and decide to take up residence in the nearest abode while you rest, and end up getting comfortable and liking the area so decide to stay.

You have a full human form, fully dragon form, and an in-between form.

Also, you have like saintly levels of patience.

Heisenberg

It takes him a minute of staring to figure out that the giant dragon in the factory, is not a hallucination, induced by either the drinking he was doing the night prior, or a trick of Mother Miranda's trying to destabilize him mentally.

However this quickly turns into a lot of yelling "what the F are you doing in my factory!" and "What the F are you!" while chucking metal at you.

You melt the more dangerous pieces and yell at him to "Cease this nonsense! You can't hurt me like this."

Heisenberg.exe has stopped working.

He's partially re-evaluating his life like...did I just get sassed by a giant lizard.

You take the initiative to tell the small angry man telekinetically chucking metal around to chill. "Listen, I'm just going to rest here a few days then leave. You leave me alone, and I won't Incinerate you."

He quickly weighs up how much he doesn't want you here vs how much it will piss Mother Miranda off if he uses the giant dragon crash landing in his factory as an excuse to do absolutely nothing for her.

He's a bit annoyed about you taking up all the room by the forges so he can't make new soldats but...

Hate for Miranda wins!

He actually uses this as an excuse in his next report and Mother Miranda comes to 'get rid of the problem herself since Heisenberg cannot'...you almost incinerated her and she checked out. (He's putting that down as one of the best days of his life).

Since he now has nothing better to do he either leans on a nearby balcony or stands on a floating gear and starts trying to get your attention.

Will ask you everything from your name and where you came from to your favourite colour and if you have a specific favourite scale on your body.

You're distrustful and annoyed at first but soon warm up to this obviously lonely man.

You get so comfortable you decide you just might never leave.

The first time you feel comfortable enough to shift back to your human form Heisenberg is like (o_o) hot person! Two for one deal, annoying Mother Miranda plus Eye Candy!!!!

Makes a joke about having you turn into your dragon form again so he can keep making excuses to Mother Miranda. Which gets you curious and you ask about her, and he explains about the cadou, the experiments, and what she did to him.

He will make a bunk for you, so he can get back to work and you can stay near the heat of the forges, (absorbing the energy from the flames speeds up recovery and/or keeps you charged at 100% so you're always ready to burn a b1tch...specifically Miranda).

You both talk about whatever while he works. Lots of late night chats. One time he accidentally doused the forges and you just blew into the chamber and they re-lit immediately. (Mechanical Heart Eyes)

Since you start considering the entire factory to be your hoard, sometimes you claim a random object as your specific favourite piece for the day, maybe one of his tools or a specific piece of scrap. If he needs to use it, you won't let him and a small argument can be had. A solution is soon found though, you can't have a conflict of interest if your favourite item is him.

When you protect him, he's super flattered and hypes you up.

Cue him on the sides cheering you on.

If you two have started dating he will definitely yell "that's my boyfriend!" and gush about you to whoever happens to be standing next to him. (Bonus points if it's any of the other Lords. Especially Miranda, she is dying!)

Definitely makes a sign saying 'Beware of Dragon' to put on the fence.

Sometimes you jump to his defence even when he's in the middle of handling the threat. He gets huffy, saying he can take care of himself. You respond by telling him you won't let anything harm what's yours and once again, Heisenberg.exe is experiencing an error.

Alcina Dimitrescu

She is absolutely dismayed and angry at the giant lizard that barged its way through the doors and took up residency in her hall. It's tracking in mud and snow, burned the curtains, and took a good chunk of the wall, (letting in the cold).

Her daughters can't handle the cold, damn you!

Tries to fight you...fails. Turns out she's not immune to incineration and loses quite a few limbs (they grow back...eventually).

When she sees you shift to your human form, she's doubly-incensed...not only did you barge into her home but your also a D I S G U S T I N G M A N T H I N G !

You shift back whenever she tries to kill you so eventually she just gives up. (According to her she's waiting for the right opportunity NOT giving up.)

Wants to kill you, calls Mother Miranda for help and well, the same thing happens if you had crashed in the factory...she checks out!

Refuses to leave the castle for any reason, she's not leaving you along with her daughters.

Resigns herself to yelling insults at you from the balcony.

You respond in kind and it slowly devolves into a competition to come up with the most creative insults.

Your dragon form radiates heat...like...a lot. (Even counteracting the cold coming through the hole in the wall, which you attempted to fix.) This of course attracts the Dimitrescu daughters to the hall (against their mother's will).

If Alcina sees you lying their in dragon from, her three hive-mind children chattering away happily with you encouraging their curiosity, (Bela is half-asleep by your side, Daniela is complimenting your claws and asking about your bone structure, while Cassandra proudly proclaims her mother's are better than yours), she partly reconsiders her stance on you being a filthy, horrible, disgusting lizard man thing to just a filthy lizard man thing.

Seriously, your filthy, take a bath.

You quite enjoy all the little luxuries that can be found in the castle and decide to stay. Alcina almost shreds her hat in exasperation.

You get more comfortable and she starts to tolerate your presence, although she will take a swipe at you if she thinks she has a chance at killing you in your human form.

Jokes on her you can partially change and still fit through the hallways.

You never told her you've claimed the castle and the Dimitrescu family as your hoard but she does notice you being oddly friendly to her and she is "suspicious!"

You've met a few vampires and have a few suggestions for a more sustainable food source (buying blood donations from villagers instead of killing them). She's skeptical but considers it.

The first time you defend her is actually against Mother Miranda...over the phone. You have sharp hearing...and you don't like what you're hearing.

She's both flattered you would defend her so, and disgusted with herself for accepting a man thing's help.

When she realises she likes having you around, she starts to rationalise to herself that you're not just any man thing, you're her dragon man thing and therefore okay.

Gets more comfortable with leaving you with her daughters. You treat them well and keep them entertained?! That's a free babysitter if ever she's seen one.

When she sees the more extreme lengths you will go to protect the castle and her family, she is impressed and flattered and a little scared, and acts like it was her idea to have you stay.

"Oh, haven't you heard, that's the Dimitrescu Dragon."

Definitely rubs it in Heisenberg's face that she has a dragon and he doesn't.

Donna Beneviento

What are you!?!?!

To protect Donna, Angie is ready to fight you or die trying!

Just kind off avoids you and sends the pollen at you to make you leave.

The only one of the four Lords most likely to actually defeat you.

When you speak though, telling her to "release (your) mind, witch, or (you'll) incinerate everything", she's surprised and scared enough to actually do so.

Asks if you'll be her friend. Angie is cussing you out.

You see how scared and lonely she is and just *adoption mode activated*.

You only need to rest a few days, why not do so on friendly terms with your host. (keep telling yourself that).

It takes a day for you to shift to human form, partially because you don't want to have your measurements taken because Donna wants to make you a giant bonnet, (You reason it's a waste of resources, you'll only be here a short while).

Jokes on you, this is your home now.

You've never hoarded dolls before, but there's a first time for everything.

You will spend most of your time in human form since your dragon form kinda scares her.

Even though she's still scared of it, Donna does find your dragon form interesting and will ask to sketch you (from a distance...no fire please).

Make various over-exaggerated poses and joke about "draw me like one of your french girls" and she will laugh, (even though she doesn't get the joke).

She makes a plush doll of you. It turns inside out to shift between human and dragon.

The first time you protect her, she's scared. The flames take her straight back to her childhood, she's crying and she hides. You shift back to human form very quickly and find her, holding her close and apologising for scaring her over and over.

Will tear a man apart in human form to avoid this (or almost human form).

She slowly works up to being comfortable in your dragon form, the first time she falls asleep against your side is a good day.

You start insisting on accompanying her to meetings and escorting her whenever she has to meet another Lord. They start talking sh1t, they get hit (or burned...you let Donna choose).

Angie cheers you on.

Salvatore Moreau

He is terrified of you when you first show up.

You basically tear your way into the mines for shelter and he is frantically plugging the entrance to his home with the enzyme to hide.

Calls for "mother" to save him and that's how you find him.

You see this small deformed fish man crying in the mine and think, "i'm not gonna ask."

You settle in the slightly larger chamber and just lie down for a rest.

He soon realises your not going to attack him and ventures out to stare at you. He just keeps staring at you for like an uncomfortably long time, peeking around a doorway.

Eventual you snap and ask him to stop staring.

He slowly comes out of hiding and starts asking the basics.

"You can talk?" "Who are you?" "Why are you here?"

Seeing no reason not to, you tiredly answer all his questions.

Hearing about your long journey has him curiously asking about the places you've been to.

He quickly figures out you must have some sort of human form since you end up on the topics of favourite foods or movies and your favourites are all distinctly human. (He's the fastest at figuring this out and the least surprised when you shift).

Terrifying (hideous) creature going through an unnerving transformation into a humanoid form...he can relate. Although he's slightly jealous of how 'normal' you look when you shift to human form.

You two have a movie night where he proudly shows of his collection. It is in the middle of him analysing the context of THAT ONE SCENE that you decide, Yes...This one is mine.

The entire reservoir and mine is your territory and if anything comes anywhere near it they will be ash in 30 seconds.

When you protect him from danger, he's shocked that someone cares enough about him to f-ing incinerate a lycan for even looking at him weirdly.

You act like its natural and eventually he starts to get used to you.

Has self doubt and questions your motives...you tell him he's worth it or that he's your jewel.

C O N F I D E N C E B O O S T

Starts talking back to the other Lords when they insult him. It's easy with you hovering menacingly behind him, veins glowing with barely contained R A G E.

One source of friction however, is the fact that he doesn't like that you keep trying to kill Mother Miranda and he will latch onto you sobbing until you agree to spare her (for now...you'll get her when he's not around).

However, the longer you two know each other, the more self-confidence he gains and the more you talk through what Mother Miranda did to him and why he deserves better, (pointing out her manipulation, analyses whether she's ever 'cared' about him, etc...), the less bothered he gets. (Give it a few years, he'll cheer you on alongside Heisenberg).

Bonus:

The second you see Mother Miranda...it is on sight. (Especially if you know what she did to the Lords).

Cue you shifting to dragon form and preparing to unleash a volley of flame, "I smell the blood of children on you."

You may be comfortable(ish) with the actions of your housemate but you have STANDARDS.

Alright 😊 Hoped you like these headcanons, jaychirps. They were really fun to write and grew quite a bit. 😅

(I feel like Moreau's a bit ooc but I don't know enough about him to dispute that claim....)

Oh and p.s. ... asks are open.

[alanis-altair]

dark hallways and potions | marauders x platonic!reader

summary | Moony, Padfoot and Prongs find their best friend sneaking through the abandoned corridors of Hogwarts at night.

pairings | marauders x platonic!reader, slightly Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings | it's actually total fluff, but mentions of wounds and bruises, domestic abuse and a little self destruction aaand English isn't my first language as you may have already noticed so I'm sorry for my lame ass writing and every mistake I did (maybe you'll find the name Alanis somewhere instead of y/n because I always write those fics with my name first, I'm sorry if so)

word count | 1910

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It was far after midnight as the not so tired Sirius Black gave up and opened his gloomy eyes in a deep sigh. He couldn't make it to sleep; nightmares keeping him up, that caused him to turn left and right, desperately trying to find a good sleeping position to make him feel comfy. But all of his attempts didn't work.

So the black haired boy looked around. The moon was gently shining onto his covers, while soft snores came from his three friends. The loudest noise was definitely caused by James, not that it surprised Sirius. Still, the young boy kept quiet, not wanting to wake up Remus, who just had had a rough night.

Sirius started to get bored and glanced at his bedside table. Only two things had managed it onto the table; his squiggly wand and the infamous Marauder's Map. Shortly after, Sirius mumbled a 'Lumos' and illuminated the dorm a little. The spell followed another one, including some of his favourite words: 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good' and the Map showed him whole Hogwarts.

With curious eyes the boy watched every step of every person awake, until he stopped at a very certain name. y/n y/l/n. His y/h/c haired best friend was wandering through the abandoned corridors, well aware of the consequences she had to face if she got caught. She moved towards the Tapestry Corridor, near the Dungeons, where the potion storeroom was located.

What the bloody hell was the infuriating girl up to again? And why would she need some potion ingredients? Sirius had no clue. He felt like he didn't have a choice other than waking up James, which is what he simply did.

"Prongs! Prongs!", he screamed in a whisper, making his good looking friend mumbling and turning to the other side of the bed.

"For fuck's sake, wake up, you lad!"

"What is it, Sirius?", James replied in a screaming whisper, too. He didn't sound amused or happy to be woken around 2AM.

"Looks like Mane is doing some mischief without us, can you imagine?", Sirius shortly explained, which caught James' attention.

"Ugh, not again...", the brunette sighed.

"Well, I think we should check on her, now!", Padfoot proposed, earning a brief nod from his best friend.

"'Right...", James said and got up. Both of the Marauder's quickly dressed and grabbed their wands. They were about to leave their dorm as a raspy voice stopped them.

"You're not going anywhere without me", Remus started, "especially not if you're that bad at whispering!", he exclaimed, voice held low to not wake up Peter, too.

Padfoot and Prongs turned around surprised, but remembered Remus' Werwolf senses and that it was impossible to whisper without him hearing every single word. The two boys sighed; Sirius a little mad at himself because he was eager to grant the young wolf some sleep.

The three boys sneaked almost soundless through the Gryffindor Common Room and used some of the secret passages to avoid the open corridors.

"So, what do you think y/n is doing again?", James asked curiously and a little tired. How many times had he and his friends protected the little girl from getting herself killed? He couldn't remember.

"What she's always doing", Moony answered, "hiding something from us or preparing some pranks on Snape."

It sounded simple, but it wasn't. y/n had, similar to Sirius, great problems with her family, who was trying to make a perfect pure blood wife out of her; beating her up badly when she wouldn't listen to what her father told her to do.

The y/e/c eyed girl hid her bruises from the Marauder's every time, not that it would stop them from finding out, though. But still, she was bloody stubborn and determined to keep her problems all to herself, causing the four boys to worry a lot.

She was a loyal part of the Marauder's, too, and never hesitated to sacrifice herself if James, Sirius, Remus or Peter were in any danger. She nursed all of Remus' wounds and scars and helped him to accept his flaws, while y/n practically was Sirius' therapist and James' advisor for everything that had to do with Lily Evans. Even for Wormtail she took her time and put effort in integrating him more into the group, although Peter secretly accepted that the girl with the mane resembled more of the Marauder's spirit than he did.

Knowing that y/n creeped through the black hallways again made not only Sirius uncomfortable. The three Marauder's quickened up their pace, following every of the girl's steps on the map. Some minutes passed, when they were close to the Tapestry Corridor. Three wooden wands were uplifted; enlightening the dimmed corridor and revealing a small back, covered by y/n's hair.

"Mane? Hey! What are you doing here?", Sirius addressed the girl and y/nstartled. Quickly she turned away from the door she was about to open with shaky hands.

"None of your business, Black! Could ask you the same question, couldn't I?", was y/n's rough answer.

"Well, we're not the ones sneaking through the hallways at night!"

"Well, James. In fact, you do. Right here, right now", the y/h/c haired countered.

"What Prongs was trying to say was that we're only here for you. You're the one doing stuff without informing us", Remus caught up, "and I'm sure you're hurt again by the way your hands are shaking."

y/n cursed the tall boy with the freckled face for his gift to read people like a book. He was attentive and good with human behaviour, exposing the unofficial fifth Marauder more often than she would like to.

"Ugh, I hate you. Y'all", y/n commented and catched Sirius' worried look upon her.

"No, you don't. You love us, all of us", James corrected the tiny girl and grinned.

"So, are you going to tell us what you're up to here?", Sirius demanded to know, again.

"Wanted to brew a potion, nothing more...", y/n admitted. But of course this wasn't enough of an answer for Sirius fucking Black.

"For what purpose?"

"As painkiller, certainly. Just look at how her body is all tense", Remus replied instead of y/n herself. The girl sighed resigned and leaned her aching body against the cold of the door behind her.

Almost simultaneously, Sirius tuck his wand into his waistband and stepped forward to lay a hand on y/n's waist and back. She hissed in pain, but relaxed when the warmth of Sirius' body reached her own shivering figure.

y/n leaned into his touch and was secretly more than grateful her friends discovered her; not sure if she would've made it without them. The last encounter with her father wasn't a nice one.

"What about I and James get the ingredients for your potion and brew it, while Sirius puts you to bed, huh?", Moony made a proposal and got a weak nod from the typical strong girl. Her legs started to feel like jelly, as all of the pressure left y/n at the presence of her friends.

Without hesitation, Sirius lifted his best friend into his muscular arms. Immediately y/n curled up and placed her vibrant head against his shoulder; absorbing all of his warmth and smell.

"Hold on a minute...", James suddenly interrupted, "is that Padfoot's joggers with Moony's flannel?"

This thought came into Prong's mind as his wand gleamed onto y/n's body, searching for any outer wounds or bruises. Just the moment he said it, Remus and Sirius laid eyes on the almost sleeping beauty.

"Yeah, that's definitely my joggers! Been searching them for a couple of weeks now!"

"I guess our Mane here felt free to use our closet...but we can't be mad, Padfoot. Just see how good it looks on her", Remus noticed and giggled after.

"You're probably right...", Sirius said before heading towards the boy's dorm again.

Unsure James and Remus were left alone, watching the storeroom door as if it would open just by their gaze. Which it didn't.

"Any idea what we need for the potion?", Prongs questioned and observed Remus and the door.

"Kinda...", Moony whispered, drawing attention to the correct opening spell for the door.

"I mean, we should take her to Madame Pomfrey. Her pain seems bad, so..."

"You know we can't do that", the young werwolf stated, "her parents will know and it'll get worse. I dislike this as much as you do, but look at me. I'm the perfect example that our potions do their work, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here.

Remus' calm voice convinced James and he nodded in agreement. "Fine, then let's open this bloody door."

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Meanwhile Sirius was carrying a half asleep y/n to his bed. She didn't move on the way back, nor did she talk to him. But his eyes already found some deep blue and purple spots on the skin of her wrists, giving him an answer. He'd absolutely kill her father if it'd stop him from hurting the precious girl in his arms. Just as all of the boys would defend y/n.

James had already thought of asking Mane to move in. With Sirius and so on, so she was safe. But it was something he knew y/n would be too modest to accept; she'd feel bad after, which is why Prongs kept quiet.

"Here you go, little one", Sirius whispered as he tucked y/n into his bed. She let out a content groan because of his smell surrounding her. She snuggled into the soft pillow, looking as cute as hell.

"Hey, y/n, you need something else?", Padfoot asked softly while caressing her cheek.

"Just you", she aspirated tired. Sirius' heart grew warm at the words of her. It meant the world to him that an angel like y/n, put on the hell of earth, still managed to melt his heart and giving him so much love, even though he wasn't sure if he deserved it.

Fulfilling her wish, the boy with the long dark hair laid next to y/n and pulled her into his arms again. She let out a relieved breath and buried her head into Sirius' chest.

He was almost asleep too, when James and Remus returned from getting the ingredients they needed for the healing potion. They eyeballed Sirius and y/n position knowingly, giving Padfoot a certain look, that he decided to ignore.

Moony and Prongs made quick work of the potion, not even waking up Peter, who was sleeping as deep as a stone, while Sirius watched the sleeping girl on top of him.

"Portion's ready. You should wake her up so she can sleep through and feel better tomorrow", Remus mumbled eventually. Sirius did as he was told and started to stroke y/n's hair, in order to carefully wake her up.

"Mane? y/n? C'mon, love. Wake up and take your medicine."

"Huh?", y/n murmured sleepily, not understanding what was happening around her. Remus sat down next to her and Padfoot, holding a small bottle of glass in front of her face.

The y/h/c haired girl thanked the boy with a grateful look and took a sip without squinching up her face at the bitter taste of the liquid.

"Thank you all, boys. For wasting your time to sleep and caring for me...", y/n said with a small grin.

"Always", they responded and smiled before going to bed, this time all of the five Marauders.

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Mane is the Marauder name for the reader I came up with because I thought it was fitting (I'm sorry if you don't like it)