#so even if dess looks too much like a man

[ferronickel]

Thinking bout the time someone yelled at me because they didn't understand butches.

[goomyloid]

PLEASE explain your thoughts on kriselle in full detail

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 100% UNPROMPTED ASK! I SHALL EXPLAIN

i hate toby fox. why did he do this to us. he really put it better than anyone else. not really romantic not really platonic but…. something else… some secret more sinister more heartfelt more absurd third thing

i wonder at what point should i clarify that i dont even really seek out kriselle in a romantic context… DONT GET ME WRONG i have zero issues with the ship whatsoever and all of the krisellers out there are living their best (most painful) lives and i SEE THE APPEAL. BUT when i rotate them in my brain i dont need them to kiss or anything like that i just need them to sit down and sadly hold hands and stay like that forever and ever. in case you couldnt gauge that from my art so far

tldr i dont think i ship them in the traditional sense at least …. the things that i usually fixate on for any romantic ship are not there with these two. there are no romantic feelings there In my mind. and all at the same time i start screaming and throwing up and killing myself (all positive) whenever i see them even in the same image together. hngh

ive tried explaining this to people before and they usually suggest something along the lines of a QPR and even that doesnt feel right to me. truly the best way i can put it is… that red string of fate man… which i almost hesitate on saying too because i dont actually know if noelle is Quite an important enough character to the story to warrant a connection like that. WHICH IS A CRAZY THING TO SAY. I KNOW. DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING ME WRONG i think dess and her connections to gaster and her usage as a stepping stone into the weird route are all VERY important… but in my brain its just not kris/knight/asriel/every other mysterious main focus of the story Important. i didnt mean to get into deltarune theorizing here i hope nobody’s blood is boiling rn

so yeah in the end. toby fox once again put it best. they are friends, but they are also something else.

back to the actual pairing though… sometimes i think im going overboard and overestimating how close kris and noelle were as children because noelle will go and say things like “i wonder if we were ever really friends at all.” which is kind of a fair statement considering the circumstances. sure they played together and all and tagged along with their siblings to do stuff together but when dess went missing… it all kind of stopped. kris is just a kid, they dont know what to do or even how to process it, much like noelle. asriel is probably dealing with his own feelings, he just lost his friend and likely old enough to understand the weight of what happened. while noelle and kris cant say much to each other at all.

im always back and forth on speaking headcanons for kris but the one that i always seem to come back to is selective mutism… to me kris had a lot of trouble communicating well as a child and could only grow comfortable around certain people, asriel and noelle being clear examples because they’re both so patient with them. maybe because of this noelle felt like they could understand each other without really needing words, and just physical interaction was enough to achieve some form of closeness… or maybe that was all just on her end, she thinks when kris goes to play the piano. but if that’s the case, why does it feel like a concert just for her…?

jesus dont even get me start on them as teenagers either. noelle has lost her sister, and now kris has lost their brother… but not in the same way. they look at each other and wonder if they’re the same now. or, maybe thats too cruel. maybe its not the same thing at all. asriel’s coming back soon, after all. it will all be over soon, kris won’t have to feel this way for much longer, right? so then, why does kris look so miserable, sitting in the corner over there? all noelle feels like she can do is sit next to them quietly. to be there, and to somehow, vaguely, messily help each other. the misfit kids that dont really know how to talk to each other and yet understand each other regardless

thats why the dark world feels like such a dream to her. these crazy city lights, fantastical creatures, susie’s there, and she actually might have the means to defend herself and stand her ground, whether it be verbally or… otherwise

and most of all, much like with kris offering an adventurous haven to susie in ch1, the same is extended to noelle. by kris’s side, no less. it feels like theyre doing things together again, and its fun, and nostalgic… she wants to bring dess. and i think its okay to assume kris wants to bring asriel, too. recreating the make-believe world they lost so long ago… is it really possible?

no… how can it really be possible, when this isnt kris? something is wrong. its almost perfect, except kris… it’s them, but it’s not. she sees their face, their expressions, their laughs, their worries. and yet the voice that comes from them… isnt them. and it scares her! even if nothing particularly bad happened as a result. and if something bad DID happen, well…

she just wants what they had before back. is it really so impossible? can they reconcile after all these years? does kris want to? is kris capable of doing so? maybe they just need to hug again. will it feel like a real hug? the person she thought she understood is acting in ways she doesnt understand. they’re telling her to do weird things. they cycle through actions as if they just want to know what happens. and they cant even play piano anymore.

[moonslittlestar]

Art by Taejy_

Outside the world around them stirred, heavy rain crashed against the stained glass window. Every so often the loud claps of thunder shook the room, and bolts of lightning lit it up brightly. It wasn't night yet, though the clouds shrouded the city in darkness, the streets oddly quiet for early evening; normally around this time they'd be bursting with life, young child selling Baldur's Mouth newsletters, calling out to the city folks that walked past them as if they were invisible, all making their respective ways home or to local bars. 

This one was a hot spot for the working class to retreat after a long day's work, yet under the room on the second floor everything seemed rather silent, something Moon was not used to in his stay at Sharee’s Caress. The brothel was normally packed, full of songs and live music and so much chatter he found it difficult to hear his own thoughts the majority of the time. The peace the storm brought was a welcomed guest.

In his room a fireplace on the far wall warmed up the cold air around them, granted there wasn't much of a room to warm up, but it was something. The crackling logs under flame were just loud enough to come through the sound of rain tapping against glass, and the golden glow flickered faintly against the wooden bedframe, silk sheets and soft skin. 

•°•°•°•

Moon had become quite fond of his little room at Sharee's Caress, although the patrons did leave something to be desired about the place (most of them overly horny drunks with no manners and bad tempers) but the staff were nice and after Moon paid off his debt for a few smashed glasses and a broken chair during the first week of his stay, they seemed quite fond of him too. 

He'd not been planning to stay this long, but something about the white haired elf kept him around, or rather, something about him kept the white haired elf around, neither were sure who was keeping who around but neither had any complaints. Their personalities entwined like the finest elven chainmail; a bond that seemed completely unbreakable, almost as if they were destined to meet… if you believed in such things, which neither of them did. Mortals were off limits, but this one, this one… 

Moon placed his lips gently upon Astarion's forehead and smiled to himself. This one was worth breaking the rules for. 

When he started seeing Astarion more, Moon found himself wondering if this is how his mother fell for his father, if they broke the rules of man and God(dess)  because feelings had become involved? Were they fated? They say that nothing good ever comes from bonding with mortals, but maybe it was different for him? He wasn't a true God anyways, so maybe it didn't count? 

•°•°•°•

They lay over the covers, bodies entwined, on a king size bed on the opposite side of the fireplace. The bed was entirely too big for the room, but that had been Moon's magic at work, as the original bed was far too small for him.

Moon’s back rested up against the mound of cushions with Astarion pressed against him, his leg wrapped around Moon's, and Moon's tail wrapped around Astarion's leg. His left wing cocooned Astarion in a delicate embrace as Astarion nuzzled his head into the crook of Moon's neck. 

The scent of arcane Jasmine permeated the air around them as Moon projected a canopy of stars above them with his free hand. A soft blue hue washed over them in pulses as Moon's magic left his fingertips, his horns glowed, following suit.

“It's beautiful!” Astarion smiled, watching in awe as the night sky danced over them. He raised a hand, his fingers joining the dancing of the stars that faded around his fingertips, though it was cold in there, a strange electric current prickled at the back of his hand and his fingers as they swayed back and forth, “I don't get to see the stars much here, not like this.” He mumbled, his focus drawn to the starry sky above him. “They look so real… like I could just reach out and touch one!” He continued, waving his hand around loosely in them some more before placing it back around Moon's waist. “I wish I could see the stars like this every night” he sighed lightly. A shooting star shot past, almost too quick to see it, another followed shortly after. 

Moon hummed slightly, twisting his hand and turning the sky a little, “it is real… well, sort of I suppose?” His voice was smooth and calm. 

“Sort of?” Astarion raised his head from Moon’s chest and cocked an eyebrow, “sort of, I suppose?” He asked in a silly mocking tone.

Moon nodded slightly and hummed again, “They were once, it's a memory projection. My first night down here...” His voice trailed off. “They look much different when you are amongst them, down here they look so… small.” He continued after a long pause. 

Astarion rested his head back onto Moon's chest, a small huff escaped him as he contemplated how difficult it must have been for Moon to lose so much, to be thrown out, cast aside and have nothing, not even a name. “Luán,” a sense of sincerity attached to his words, “Thank you, for showing me this.” 

Moon nodded in acknowledgement and placed another kiss softly upon Astarion's forehead.

This was the most intimate they had been since they began seeing each other more regularly.

•°•°•°•

Astarion had been told of Moon's descent, how he'd been disowned and denounced as son and heir; how he'd fallen from grace. But not through Moon, he'd heard the stories and the songs; “The son of a Goddess and a mortal blacksmith, a great warrior born to fight for honor whenever summoned. The son that fell to Faerun and had his name stripped from him. The Demigod that was unwelcome and unworthy of that title.” They did not speak much about Moon's past, for Moon didn't like to bring it up.

Astarion understood that Moon had gone through a lot and had roamed Faerun for an unfathomable amount of time, fighting in wars man had started. He may have been cast down, but he could be summoned at any time and he was tied to his duty by a golden string. So was the life of the son of a great Goddess, even if she didn't recognise him anymore. Astarion hadn't dared ask which stories were true and which were rumors, he didn't care much to find out either. 

Mostly, they fucked; had their fun and parted ways. Emotional intimacy hadn't been a part of the equation. But this, this felt… nice?

After a few moments of silently watching the projection, Astarion kissed Moon's neck, just under his jaw. “I like this,” he smiled against Moon's skin, “I don't know what this is, but I like it.” 

Moon's tail wrapped around Astarion's thigh tightly and the glow in his horns brightened as if to say “me too”.

[marsmarvel02]

Brothership posting: MORE PLOT SPOILERS, sidequests, and an AWESOME island.

- Watching the reveal cutscene for a second time, I realized that, even after telling us that Zokket is Cozette, the Great Conductor still calls Zokket “he”. I’m not sure if this is an oversight or if Zokket is supposed to be a separate entity that’s taken control of Cozette’s body, but I do know that people will be making trans headcannons.

- I’m still gonna call Zokket “she” unless I get explicit confirmation that Zokket is actually a different being possessing Cozette’s body, tho. We need more female villains, anyway.

- Uggh… even after I knew what to do and taught myself how to do Bomb Derby properly in the menu, the Great Conductor fight was STILL a slog. Not hard in any way, just tedious.

- When Shipshape Island started shaking, I was worried that I was going to be thrown into ANOTHER boss fight. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

- How did Fortress Zokket make the ground shake if everything is at sea, though?

- Conductor, you aren’t doing a very good job of hiding if the island you’re on is named CONDUCTOR ISLAND.

- Speaking of not doing a very good job of hiding, I’d love to see some random Koopa from Offandon Island stumble across the pipe on the beach and discover Shipshape Island.

- I wonder why no one ever thought to use the guardian statues’ apparent wish-granting powers against Zokket. I mean, if they tried they’d probably find out that Zokket is too powerful to be affected or whatever, but I’m still surprised no one had had the idea.

- Funny how both of these sidequests ended up sending us to Heatfreeze Island.

- I just landed on Jellyfish Island and OH MY GOD THE MUSIC IS AWESOME.

- That one high-pitched part that sounds kinda like a theremin and kinda like a violin gives me chills. CHILLS.

- Oh no, annoying dancing minigame time.

- Okay, that bit about Emmit and Dyode getting to Jellyfish on a raft is pretty funny.

- I told Dyode no because I wanted to get some collectibles first and HE STARTED CRYING. On one hand, I feel kinda bad now, but on the other, DUDE GET A GRIP.

- Actually, that minigame wasn’t THAT bad.

- Inside the hall and… okay, the music isn’t bad or anything, but I still liked the outside track better.

- Also, I forgot how hideous Adaphne looks. I know she’s supposed to be pretty in-universe, but MAN those lips are UGLY.

- I just KNOW we’re going to have to perform the Dyode Groove up on that stage.

- It was REALLY HARD turning my game off for the night because I was having sooooo much fun (and the music was too darn captivating).

- Thought from a bit ago that I forgot to post: So what’s in that egg is an entity called “Reclusa”? Is Reclusa gonna be, like, a Snaptor god(dess?) or something?

[faeriekit]

I just spent most of the day reading the trickery au (for the first time and lemme say? I'm very much in love (with the story, the characters, your *writing*, everything. Absolutely everything. I love them all so much)) and even though I was reading it all at once, I still got a bit lost with characters XD

I have no idea how you keep track of them all (*how* is your spreadsheet organized?? Plzzzzzz!!) I would love a (single time) character reminder thing of 'cabin' 'kids' 'parent if in hermes's cabin' because references are being made and I dont...know where exactly the info came from, so I can't look it up to check T.T (love all the minor god(desse)s you've tied in!)

Otherwise - curious about a couple things

1. Is Luke no longer getting nightmares? Thalia? (Didn't she get one or was it just anxiety? I thought I read she heard a whispering too at one point)

2. Was the masterbolt not stolen in this one? Bc I dont think that was actually addressed (the healm of darkness yes, but with the animosity between the underworld and Olympus, would hades have ever told them? Or I guess maybe he accused them and they picked it up from there?)

3. Cory? Did he ever get out of the gas station? (Or are we not meant to find out yet)

I love seeing how Percy's loyalty is tied to so many more people (especially Luke) and how thats changing so many things (he's a menace and I love him). I love how Luke is still angry, but how he's taking lessons from Sally in using that to get.things.done. (love that for him, its amazing, and I love him) (.....and pretty much all the characters. I love the new characters you've introduced us to (love that the number of girls has gone up!) And how they feel so *real*. They're not just....names to fill in space. They take up space as people and its amazing)

Anyways, this is getting very long so.....

XD

Okay one at a time:

Getting lost with the characters is super normal, haha. I tend to bring them up at random. That being said, I do post the chart when people ask, and update it about once a chronological year. The blacked out stuff is things you're not allowed to see yet. Ignore that. That being said, it is ONLY for the current cabin 11 kids, so any non-Hermes kids are in the wind. Metaphorically. Maybe also canonically. Luke is still shirtless.

IF you're looking for the research I use on the individual gods, though, I joyfully exploit theoi.com! Theoi dot com, for all your greek theological needs! (Nonsponsored)

Any dreams and or nightmares are on a plot basis! If you haven't seen any as of late, there haven't been any significant dreams. They are traumatized though. They probably have trauma dreams.

Yeah, weird how no one's mentioned the Master Bolt! Wonder what's up with that. 👀

All Cory things shall be revealed in time...probably. No, I have a plan. But. You know. Everything in its season.

Yeah, Luke's go-get-'em initiative with Sally's prioritization is truly a thing to behold. There are more girls because camp girls are scary, and I think no one on earth has ever done the feral nature of a girl released into the wilderness true justice. I was a little undiagnosed kid waiting for the world to make sense when a girl scout taught me how to break a man's arm. I hope she lives forever. That many kids? With minor superpowers? And ADHD? In a camp setting?? Chiron has to be the only reason this camp has not exploded in the last three hundred years.

Yeah, there are a lot of goddess moms, huh? I wonder if there should be more dads...but there aren't as many cool ones... Eros is cool but to be fair I decided he and his wife and Miranda's mom were all amicable in like the first ten minutes.

Thank you for writing in! Send as much as you want; no one's ever been angry for a lengthy write-in, haha. I love enthusiasm 😊

[desultory-novice]

Whoa, hold up! There's possibly voice clips from both Magolor AND the Lor?

The only thing I'm even VAGUELY aware of is Magolor CLEARLY screeching "KIRBY!!! Kirby!! Kirby! Kir... by..."

Sadly, I haven't gone back to that file since I found the first clip (been busy) but there's something going on there! I think we'll be finding out for sure in just a few days (1)

That said, I know I supposedly wrote out all my angst regarding Crowned Magolor in comic form but I just found this Nico Douga video where someone (several someones?) subtitled what they believe they can hear Magolor saying and UGH MY HEART?!?

Potentially heard phrases include: (Warning for distressing content...?)

"...N-no...please..."

"...D-destroy...it..."

"Where...?"

"What...d-do I...?"

"Don't...look... at me..."

"...It's...really..."

"...Why...?"

"...You can...do it..."

"A-almost..."

"U-ugh..."

"...S-sorry...so...sorry..."

"Be...careful..."

"I...can't..."

"S-stop...it..."

"You've done...enough..."

"Free...me..."

As well as several variants of "...Help...me...!"

...

Man... Magolor Soul is a really well designed boss. The colors. The crown. The silhouette. Definitely a "cool" looking boss. But they've always been one of the "scariest" Kirby bosses to me too because of the implications of what's happening just past those eyes...

"But Dess..." I told myself pre-remake "...You're just reading stuff into it because you like a little angst with your pastel positivity game. It's not like Magolor is actually suffering under there, begging to be stopped at any cost, lost and confused as his body is wielded against his will, his tormented mind only able to watch. I'd be shocked if he were even conscious while all this is going on..."

HAL Labs: "...Ohoho... Just you wait!"

Now, to clarify, we don't know how much of the above is real and how much of that is good sound design allowing people to read what they feel into a series of broken squeaks that may not be real words phrases in the first place! Things like "...Help..." are heard pretty consistently across the board. The rest is up for debate. (Even I didn't hear all those myself. I'm just here transcribing comments - mostly for anyone who wants writing/drawing fuel for Crowned Magolor's thought processes but can't understand Japanese.)

(1) The good news about all this is that this month's Nintendo Dream is coming up and there's An Interview With Kumazaki and the Team! It's almost guaranteed they're going be spilling some of the goods on DX!! They may not cover as far as the True Arena in this issue, but it's gotta come up eventually, and then we'll have a better idea of just WHAT is going on in that fight.

What Magolor is saying (if anything, because it could just be "filler" noises) whether this fight is a fun (.......) alternate universe scenario or not, and if Magolor's soul is saved at the end.

[brandstifter-sys]

These Dreams

Chapter 3: Amarante and Berylus                  (Ao3) (must be signed in)

For @dukexietyweek 2023 Day 3 - Mythology

Word Count: 1178

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil

Warnings: Genderfluid!Virgil, mtf Virgil, ftm Remus, death mention, fake mythology, dreams

Vi has a strange dream in which she is the god(dess) of storms and she needs help. How many places is she going to see the same person she’s never met?

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Vi was not exactly thrilled about this. The deity of storms was used to getting visitors begging for rain. She was not a fan of coming to the ground to seek out help. 

As her bare feet grazed the sand, she thought about why she was even at the beach. It was a desperate plea. A prayer for one of her most devout followers. 

The frail old woman was weak with age, burdened and weighed down with the life she carried in her. She had one son who was still alive. One grandson who still visited. And that young man was expecting a child. He was going on a long trip to trade goods in a foreign land. 

For days on end she stayed in the temple, praying and begging for her grandson's safe passage across the sea. She did not eat, she refused to sleep, not until her desperate pleas reached Vi. 

Vi had personally gone to her to assure her that her grandson would see no storms. He would be safe. She needed to eat and rest. 

But Vi knew that reassurance was far from enough. To keep anyone safe on the sea, the sky could only do so much. She had to find him and ask for his help. Just the thought of seeing him made her heart race. 

She looked up at the stars, breaking through her clouds, wishing she could go back and sleep instead of dealing with an influx of feelings. But the tides licked at her ankles, reminding her that she had a mission. 

She descended into the depths, letting her purple aura glow around her. The currents rustled her loose flowing gown, but not her long dark hair or her hood. 

Despite the vast expanse of the sea, Vi knew she wouldn't have to travel far to bump into the mysterious god of the depths. 

It was strangely beautiful in the deep darkness. The odd creatures that flitted past her were misshapen and some could glow in the dark. 

They were a distraction.

Vi jolted when she suddenly appeared before a large cave. A green glow emanated from it, setting her on edge. 

Then a pair of glowing green eyes opened and landed on her. Slick tentacles curled and crept out of the cave, bringing a strange man into view. His torso was human, though his chest suggested he was a little different from the average man. His lower half was a mass of tentacles. And then his face came into view. 

He was grinning wildly, showing off his sharp, jagged teeth from under his curly mustache. But there was something almost childish about his expression, something sweet that was more than endearing.

"Hello gorgeous!" the being cooed and winked at her, "What brings a beauty like you from the clouds?" 

"I need your help," Vi bristled. 

"Me?" he gasped and rolled onto his back, "Only one goddess ever needs my help! And you don't look like Death!" 

"You don't recognize me?" 

"I would remember someone as enchanting as you!" he had the nerve to giggle, "But I would love to remember you and all of your curves!" 

One of his tentacles snuck around her and latched onto her hip. Vi growled low in her throat and zapped the tentacle with enough electricity to kill a human. 

"Yeowch!" the sea god yelped and pulled his tentacle back to nurse it. He pouted at Vi for a split second before his grin returned. 

"Stormy!" he cheered and flipped over, holding his head in his hands, "I didn't know you switch! You're too hot as a man and too hot as a woman! How do you expect me to survive?!" 

"You can't die," Vi scoffed and crossed her arms, "And I still need your help." 

"What do you need? I'm more than happy to provide a tentacle fantasy! Or if you just want to—" 

"I need to guarantee that a mortal doesn't die at sea. And that's your thing." 

"Again? How desperate was the person praying?" he pouted.

"No food or sleep for four days, and she was elderly and frail." 

"Damn! Okay, okay, I'll keep the meat sack safe—for a price!" 

"What price?" 

"Take me to the clouds and marry me." 

"Are you insane?" 

"A little bit! But that has nothing to do with my price!" he giggled, "Think about it, if we're married, you don't have to make the trip to ask me to protect mortals. You can just come here directly! It's a good deal for you!" 

"And what do you get out of it?" she pressed suspiciously. 

"A beautiful wife, a handsome husband, and I can pretend that you love me!" the sea god hummed and blinked at her innocently. 

"Why would you want to pretend that?" 

"Because you're one of the few people who keeps coming by and lingering. Because you're so kind and understanding even with me, even if you aren't always patient. Because I love you," he shrugged and floated up to her, to be at eye level. 

He was so open and vulnerable. Vi could see it in his eyes, the hope, the longing, the adoration. 

"Get rid of the tentacles and get dressed," she ordered with a little smirk, "You don't have to pretend." 

“Really?!” the sea god gasped. Before she had time to react, Vi was trapped by his tentacles in a tight hug and he was holding onto her with his other arms. He was so giddy and giggly, she couldn’t stay mad at him. 

“Really, really. But, seriously, lose the tentacles when we go. They won’t work well on the clouds and I’m not carrying you.” 

“Aw, but you’re so strong and pretty and I want you to cradle me like a dead lover on the battlefield! Pretty please?” he pouted. Vi shook her head and sighed fondly.

“I’ll carry you some of the way. But you still need to lose the tentacles if you want me to balance.” 

“I think you just want to see my naked lower half so you can get ideas for later!” he teased and wiggled his eyebrows.

“If I say ‘yes’ will you do it?” 

“I was going to either way!” he laughed, “But it’s nice to hear you admit it!” 

Vi woke up and groaned. She knew she should have had another coffee. She peeled her face off of the book she was reading and rubbed her eyes. She could research for her novel later. The tale of Amarante and Berylus really didn't fit the vibe she was going for, and it just led to yet another strange dream. 

"I'm not admitting to anything," she jeered and set off into the darkness to return home to the clouds with her new husband to be. 

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She was getting tired of wondering who she kept seeing in her sleep. If she could bring herself to focus on anything other than that mustachioed bastard. She was going to have to do a little more research if she wanted to figure out why he kept showing up.

[springofstarlight]

Créachta Solas na Gealaí

[Wounds of Moonlight] A look into Fionntán's history and upbringing. Following the Selûnite tradition of sending a child into the forest to find their way home, Aodhán and Demetria stand watch while their only son makes his way home.

𝐵𝒢𝟥𝒲𝐼𝒫𝓈 - 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒 Showing an act of loyalty to their God(dess), elder, or someone they look up to.

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“Do you think he’s doing okay?” 

The question came as a sigh as copper eyes peered towards the break in the forest, the winter pines stretched tall to the inky sea above, their narrow leaves boldly holding onto blankets of white. The darkness above peppered with the break of stars, and the boasting of the full moon, radiant and guiding…. That was what the purpose of the night was, guiding. Aodhán couldn’t deny he had been a little shocked when his wife had told him about the custom of her religion, sending children into the forests of home to find their way home, but Demetria trusted her Goddess and he trusted her. 

And little Fionntán? He was ecstatic. 

When Gealán tried to strike fear into the heart of the family's baby and yet Fin only grinned and snarled his teeth back. Freckled cheeks bright and dimples clear, showing his younger uncle that the boy truly did not understand the meaning of fear; Fionntán was as bold as he was stubborn, a both powerful and dangerous combination. Fionntán knew the forest well, likely better than most in the family, but in the dark was a whole new question, and yet the young lad particularly marched towards the starting point… silver dagger in hand, just in case. Aodhán had offered his own, taken the boys hands and folded the sheathed blade into the palms that had once been so much smaller, his son was slowly becoming a man, and a great one at that, but it didn’t stop the ache whenever he looked at that bright and awfully cheeky smile before the boy ran off into the woodland, waving back to his parents as if he had merely been sent to spend a day in the library. 

Thoughts of earlier that night became quickly displaced as he felt the delicate skin of his wife's hand sliding against his own, toughened and callased from his previous life sweating over a forge. She shot him an amused look over her shoulder, causing him to snort in return at how silly the question was in all honesty. He watched her pale eyes drift to the sky, the colour of moonlit snow, the same that she had gifted their son. Fionntán held her eyes and fair complexion and yet his skin held the many freckles of his father; marks that Aodhán would always kiss and smoosh, calling little sun stars until the boy giggled and frailed… one day he would be too old for that, he would huff and say his parents were embarrassing him, but that was okay, that was part of pulling away from parents and stepping into adulthood. Fionntán wouldn’t have to make the same choices his father did, or go without a parent’s love like his mother had… the boy would be kept safe, yet allowed to spread his wings, possibly too wide and too early at times, but that was okay… they would be there to catch him if he needed them. Aodhán took a breath as he felt his wife’s eyes shift from the sky to the shadows of the forest, and how they seemingly jerked and twitched at her acknowledgement… no, it wasn’t a movement as rough as that, they danced. Lifting his own head, Aodhán scanned the treeline for what Demetria saw but he could not… but he heard the single pluck of a violin string cascading across the thicket. Ah, of course. His brother-in-law was a mysterious man, cloaked in the shadows that he weaved but there was no denying how much he loved his family, and if he was watching then even if something went awry Fionntán would be safe. 

He laced his fingers tighter against Demetria’s fitting so perfectly into his and rested against her side, leaning his temple against her own. Her silvery hair tumbling against her shoulders and the wisps of thin strands tickling his nose as the pair watched the break in the tree for movement. The evening was cold, but in the north that was a given… it was always cold, something the southern born man had to adapt to, his skin had lost its slight brush of sun but the chilled mornings and blankets of snow were nothing worth complaining about when he woke up next to his love each morning, soon followed by the weight of their son throwing himself upon the bed and demanding their attention. Aodhán would withstand all the snow within the north for those moments, even if he had the odd grumble here and there. Copper eyes looked to the sky, the night drawing close to the highpoint of the moon as a fogged sigh left his lungs; he had not been born into the light of the Goddess of Silver, it was not something he understood but seeing the moon in the sky, chaperoned by all the stars… he could understand the comfort it offered.

A comfort that was soon shattered by the shriek that cut through the leaves, both adults ridged up and parted from one another, muscles taut and tense ready to pounce as another scream bounced across the thicket of snow. 

“Máthair! Athair! “

Stubby steps ran across the snow, the squeak of compressed powder ringing out with each hot breath that burnt his lungs but as the figure of unbridled adrenaline broke through and came into view, there were no tears, no terror etched into starlit eyes but only the brilliant excitement of achievement and determination; the boy had made it through the forest with no trouble, no issue, and no fear…. Be that by reaching for the Moonmaiden’s guidance as the trail was said to test or just the boy's sheer mulish attitude was undetermined but either way, Fionntán had achieved what he had set out to do, as the boy always did.

The foreboding anxiety that held the pair’s muscles steel taut thawed in that moment as he drew closer, strands of dark hair that had been neatly braided by his mother’s hands that afternoon now spilling across his shoulders with a souvenir or two of a leaf that had decided it too wanted to break free from the forest. The same colour as his own, though allowed to grow much longer, the boy no doubt following the influence of his elder uncle who still remained hidden up within the trees, keeping a last guard to make sure the boy made it safely into his parent’s arms… Or well, as close as possible.

“I did i-!” The victory fanfare from the boy found itself cut short, muffled by the fluff of snow as he fell down with a sudden ‘pluth’ of body meeting the layers of snow below, the top giving away to softness from recently deposited clouds but the underlayers remaining built up of weeks old ice. 

“Fionntán!” Aodhán pushed himself forward, boots thumping themselves through the snow as best they could to meet the boy’s unfortunate landing spot between them and the forest. Almost toppling off the balls of his feet as he crouched down to inspect as Fionntán was pulling himself out the snow, the dampness sticking to his hair and causing the dark strands to cling to his cheeks but that could be easily remedied by the warm bath and blankets they had prepared back at the house… what caused the man to gasp was the droplets of crimson that dribbled down the pale skin, from his lip and rolling down his chin to the snow below so striking against the disturbed blanket that the shaken man was sure he could hear audible ‘plops’ with each new bead. “Fin…” Aodhán sighed softly as he brought his sleeve to the boy’s chin, attempting to wipe as much as he could but the blood showed no signs of slowing, the wound against his lower lip deep but the boy merely blinked and smiled, a little less bright, a little bit more quivering as he shook his head. 

“I’m alright Athair, promise.” He reassured as he peered up, smiling to his mother who stood at her husband’s side and offering him a kiss on the head as the cold and blooded child was brought up into his father’s arms, sleeve still pressed as best as it could against his lip despite Fin’s best efforts to pull away so he could carry on with his impressive ramblings about his adventure and how he had followed the guiding star and the moon kept his path lit, a path now stained with his blood. It sat in a puddle against the snow, seeping deeper until the flakes themselves soaked scarlet against the gleaming moonlight… but the family did not look back, even as the shadows rejoiced in the victory and the wind scattered through the narrow leaves. Only the faint chuckle from the woman who kept close to her husband and son, any tears that would have spilled at the sight of his injury pushed away by the boy’s attempt to chew on his father’s sleeve, to hold it to his wound, and then spit it out so he could start his chattering again, only to be silenced by his other pressing her finger to his nose and shuffling the fabric compress back into place.

“You can tell me more once Gealán has seen to your wound.” 

“Do you promise?”

“Promise.” 

[sasukimimochi]

holy shit man. when red radishes are fresh and in season.

i think i just had a religious experience- /hyp

literally the crispiest least spicy radishes i've ever tasted.

i have never shoved a salad so fast down my gob-

also if you dont chop celery into your salad wyd?? try it! I dont like celery as much as i used to cuz i dont like the strings, but when you chop them up, its irrelevant! the flavor of fresh celery is so good, and if you add the leafy bit at the top its even better (if the celery is fresh enough) cuz its so fragrant. i didn't even use lettuce this time cuz i was too tired to chop it up, but the rest of the vegetables i used made up for it 100%

i'll include the salad below cuz i like it that much

so here's my fav salad reccomendation:

Large bowl (bc its hard to stir it otherwise, plus this is a meal)

handful of iceburg lettuce (do not make this the majority of your salad, you need the nutrition from the rest of the veggies!) or your preferred green (i prefer iceburg lettuce that i buy by the head bc its cheaper but also fresher which means more crisp)

1/3 english cucumber (chopped in half lengthwise then into 1/2 inch pieces)

the firmest ripe red tomatoes you can find, i have a lot of luck with on-the-vine tomatoes like cocktail tomatoes and round cherry tomatoes. these are going to have the best crisp and lessen the prep for your salad. add about a handful but you can add more!

handful chopped celery stalks (i chop mine to be about half an inch, whatever you consider bite sized will probably be good!) with the leafy part if its fresh enough

small handful of shredded cabbage of choice. tri-colored is fine but i like angel-hair cabbage which is all finely shredded light green cabbage! i get this bagged since the less work here is actually worth it and it doesn't get old fast, but make sure you buy a bag that looks good !

2 fresh cleaned and quartered red salad radishes (get them by the bunch preferably, they're fresher!)

your preferred dessing (mine is caesar dressing with a bit of balsamic vinaigrette or red wine vinaigrette)

a sprinkle of shredded parmesan. (i cannot stress enough shredded!!)

sprinkle of bacon bits (omit if you dont eat meat)

a few pieces of cooked chicken (you won't need much, i'm not a thin person and 4 small strips of chicken is MORE than enough)

toss all that together and enjoy!! its super good, sometimes i eat it with fries on the side. i like mixing normal ranch/buttermilk ranch with sriracha for those ❤

you can add other things you like of course, its customizable, this is just my favorite!! i wish i had some watermelon rn haha

[incalescentia]

@parachutedreams:

Odessa was lost in her thoughts, staring out the window of the taxi she shared with her husband. On the way to their usual date, just like every Friday - nothing new or exciting, everything all to familiar. She was trying to dampen the voices in her head telling her she was bored, telling her to scream and run and start all over, just to escape doing the same damn thing over and over again.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking like this - Conrad was a good man. A great man, even. He always had been, ever since they’d met all those years ago at the start of high school. She was so lucky to have someone like him, but she couldn’t help how she felt. She still loved him, she was pretty sure anyways, but the feeling that she had messed up, married him too young and wasted her youth being with just him… it had been festering like an open wound for more than a year. It was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Odessa turned her head, pulled back to her current surroundings by the sound of his voice in her ear. She blinked at him a few times, a pang of intense guilt and sadness coursing through her chest. Despite this, she forced a soft smile. For him. Because he deserved that.

“It was easy,” she said honestly. “Like sinking into a nice warm bath after a long day.”

Remembering those times, and thinking of what she was nearly positive she was going to bring up once they got home, was enough to make her cry. But she kept that back and kept the smile firmly on her face.

Conrad never regretted spending his “youth” with Odessa, despite the warnings from friends and strangers alike. He never understood the age limit people put on love. Not many people have the same example as his parents though. They were everything he wanted be, something he always bragged about. Parents married since eighteen and madly in love to this day. It was rare. They raised him to romanticize every aspect of his life, to be the gentleman, to create his own daydream… It kept his head in the clouds and his heart on his sleeve. He knew how to be sensitive and kind. But that was always the weakest thing about him. Though he never thought his wife took advantage of that aspect of him, he did feel like it held her back from being real with him. Just like her answer right now. It was calming and safe. It was one of the many things he loved about her, her way with words. He knew it wasn’t a lie because he felt the same way. But that was when they were a teenager. It’s what it was, not what it is. Still, for a second, it was refreshing to think about.

He thought surely he would smile back at her. He couldn’t. His expression was more of hurt. It wouldn’t be a surprise if tears came. He fought them back, not wanting to give that much emotion to Odessa. Not right now. It wasn’t the time. He shouldn’t have brought anything up at all.

“Is that the truth now, Dess? Because, if it’s not, I am not sure what we are doing here.” Conrad surprised himself with the anger in his voice. It’s not an emotion he felt often and it was suffocating. He needed out of this cab, out of this awkwardness. He needed to rewind to whatever moment changed them and fix it. Did he say something wrong? Did she find someone else? Did he stop putting in as much effort and didn’t realize? Was he boring? They were all the questions in his head since the day he noticed things changed between them, never daring to ask. That truth may be revealed tonight, that much Conrad knew, and he needed more time to live in his fantasy.

He tells the driver with confidence, “You can pull over here. Take the lady wherever she wants.” Conrad hands him a folded bill as he comes to a stop. He gets out. He can’t look at his wife.

[dovahkinniez]

Can you do a NSFW alphabet for Cicero? I love your writing 💕

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: CICERO.

Thank you very very much!!

Remember as always, most likely not proofread so if any mistakes please make a note of it and I will change it. :p

18+ only. Sexual content ahead, minors dni!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You've seen how well he takes care of the Night Mother. Don't expect any less for his beloved listener. He will worship the ground you walk on, kisses along your skin, gently washing you, he does your hair how you like it, he even has special creams and lotions made (by himself) for you, which he uses during these types of times of intimacy. He's so devoted and sweet.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: his hands. They're very talent in more ways than one and his longer fingers are quite useful. If you get what I'm saying. ;)

Yours: everything. Your body, your voice, the way you breathe. Literally everything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lol. He's a dirty bastard, just like when it comes to blood, he likes it messy. The clean up job after sex is seen as a job. He loves to prove to you how you make him feel, and he does. Very well.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's stolen items of yours over time, even way before you two were a thing. You realised you were missing underwear more and more, Cicero loves to quickly swipe them when you aren't looking and uses them as material to pleasure himself with. As I said, he's been doing this for ages now. So he won't tell you because then you'll realise how long.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say half n half. He's not had sex with a village full of people but he definitely has more than two on his body count. He has quirks and a unique way of showing love sexually so 'do they know what they're doing' is down to you and if you like the way he does it. But he does, he's a devoted pleaser - with an abstract form of love.

(Does that even make sense??)

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Any is fair game, as long as you're comfortable he's good to go. He does like missionary because he likes to have his hands and lips all over you, he's also a biter and a choker so he likes access to your neck and chest.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy in his own way. He's weird, we know this. His version of dirty talk isn't the usual but it's still so good. I think because of his unserious nature this man can shock you with his ability to use his jester-ish ways in a sexual context in an actual sexy way.

(I seriously don't know how to word this any other way)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don't see him as a hairy person at all. I see Cicero to have very sparse hair, his skin is always silky smooth. So even if he wanted the carpet to match the drapes he doesn't have a lot of luck in that area.

As for you, this man believes you are a literal god(dess), he doesn't give a flying fuck. As long as he can touch and please you, he doesn't care.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Yes and no. He's fun. He's not too romantic but he's fun! He likes to bite, grab, squeeze, have you as close to him as possible. He's definitely a spitter too, he finds that intimate.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yeah, a lot. He's always ready for you. Hence why he steals your items a lot. If he can't have you, he'll just think of you instead. He's definitely a frustrated masturbator, he's needy and needs more, so he often asks you to help him because his imagination alone doesn't always replicate reality, obviously.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blood: we saw this coming. He loves it. Whether it's yours, his, someone else's. He doesn't care. Lick it off him, he's harder than dragon bones. Definitely the type to consume each others as a sign of devotion too.

Knife: once again. We knew. He's always so gentle because he doesn't want to scar you. No, he couldn't do that to you. Its his job to protect you from real damage do he'd never be the one to do it. But he does like to especially hold it to your throat as he fucks you from behind, telling you that you're his. And his only.

Body worship: will literally go from head to toe, kisses, licks, bites. The lot. His hands all over you. Spending time to literally worshipping your body. He loves giving you full body massages, hearing you groan out as his hands works on your skin literally makes him sick with lust.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man is feral. He'd fuck you in front of the whole tavern if you'd let him. He has no shame. But he loves to do it in the bath, he loves the wet skin to skin contact.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Show him your ass and he's on his knees ready. That's all. That explains it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing where he really hurts you, as I mentioned. Against what others believe, all because of what he's like with others, he treats you completely different.

To him you're like porcelain and he'd do anything to protect you, even from himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Call me disgusting because he's the type to say, 'a period stops nothing but a sentence' type. If he wants to eat it he will. LMFAO. but in general, he loves it both ways. Loves to go for hours down on you, rubbing himself against the mattress to try and gain friction as he works his mouth on you.

He loves to push your head down, he loves to hear you gargle and choke on him. He doesn't last long when you do it, he whines and his legs shake because he's very sensitive.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Cicero.. slow? No. He's fast, he's rough but he's loving. The type to press kisses all over you as he literally fucks you into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Lol I think he'd love them. Fooling around when you probably shouldn't be. It's like a game to him. See who can make who cum first, see if you get caught this time. He finds it fun.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's down to experiment everything. He's a curious person and is willing to give anything a go.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lots. He lasts not soo long. As I said, he's sensitive but he can go quite a few rounds. He's a bundle of nerves and excitement so he recovers faster than most.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think, yeah, he'd have them, to use on you and himself. It's all about pleasure and if he can amplify that pleasure for you both, he will.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very. In a cruel way too. He will leave you hanging all day to finish what he started in the morning just to say he's too tired on a night to then have his hands playing with you as you try and sleep. He loves to ignore you as you hint until you're literally begging. But when you turn the tables he's a little whiny bitch.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's loud, he moans and whines and groans and grunts. Everything. Especially when you suck him off. He cant contain it, you don't want him too either. He's definitely had to stuff something in his mouth before to shut him up.

W = Wild Card

He'd watch Nazir fuck you if you and he were both willing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Around 7 (maybe +) inches and pretty thin, pink too xoxo. He's one of those skinny guys with the third leg that shocks you when you first see it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Its high, a real dirty mf.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep much so no, it'd take him awhile to go sleep after.

[jeehye]

BNHA villain boyfriends when you’re depressed

— Shigaraki and Overhaul

— Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Depression / Mental Disorders, Implied Nudity, Probably OOC Shigaraki and Overhaul. Harsh-ish Overhaul(?)

Genre: angsty fluff

A/N: This is a little more personal. Sometimes we go through the motions and that is okay. I am proud of you for even simply browsing through Tumblr. I promise you, someday it’ll get better, so hold your head high, these waves will pass. If you ever need to talk, I am always here for you. You’re doing amazing, never forget that. 

You didn’t know how it got so bad.

Clothes littered the floor, shoes and stuffed animals thrown all over. Plates of half eaten food and water cups stacked up; all creating a chaotic mess.

You wore a baggy shirt and undergarments, mix matched socks that were slightly coming off your feet, but you did not care.

You hadn’t cared for days now.

Everything in life was like a seemingly tedious task. Even combing your hair was almost excruciating to do, and not because you had to yank knots out of your hair, but because it consumed every fiber of your being to get out of your bed and do so.

You had no energy. No enthusiasm.

You were so tired of it; so, so tired of it all. You felt desperate as you sunk deeper and deeper into this dark abyss. It was like you were trying to reach up for air but the weight of everything was continuously dragging you down. You desperately wanted to cry out for help, but you didn’t have the energy or strength, or even humility to ask for help. And so, you just laid there, time continuously ticking by, as the world continued to move forward, and you stayed stagnant in one place.

And as the sun rose on the fifth day, you heard a creak at your door and footsteps shuffling inside your room.

Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki came in quietly, like he always does when visiting your room. He didn’t know what was going on with you, but he knew deep down you did not want to be alone. So, he sat on the ground of your messy bedroom, switch in hand, playing Animal Crossing.

You could hear the background music of the game and the sounds of Shigaraki fishing. Sometimes he would grunt in frustration when he failed to catch a fish, which placed a tickle of a smile on your face.

After about 30 minutes of listening to his gameplay it went dead silent. You could hear him get up from his spot and shift his body weight onto your bed, causing it to creak.

“That damn Nook is a fraud”, Shigaraki grumbled, “This stingy bastard wants me to pay 548,000 bells for an expansion! This game is literally what I hate about society and those fucking ugly villagers do not deserve homes”, he continued to rant, scratching his neck in frustration.

You could practically feel him sulking.

“Maybe…” You murmured quietly “…maybe we could play together?” You lifted your head to look at him, your face still puffy from the crying session you had.

Shigaraki hated when you cried. He hated when you got the way you did too. When he first started dating you, he had made it a promise that he would protect you from everything, and make sure you were treated with the upmost care and respect. In some ways he can’t help but feel like he failed you, but he knows blaming himself would only make you feel worse.

Shigaraki gave you a soft smile and reached for the s/c switch that was sitting on your nightstand with 4 fingers.

He handed you the switch and you booted up Animal Crossing: New Horizons. As you were getting through Isabel’s mantra, you felt Shigaraki shift in bed.

“Y/N…” He said quietly, slipping his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into your neck.

You hummed in response, all of your attention focused on running to open your island’s gate for Shigaraki to join.

“I know you are dealing with a lot,” He continued, “but do not have to take all of the weight of world on your shoulders, you can give some of the weight to me…”. He hugged you closer and kissed the side of your jaw.

You felt tears prick your eyes, “Thank you…I honestly do not know what I would do without you”, you said meekly, wiping your face.

“Mhm…I love you Y/N”.

Overhaul

“Your room is so filthy; don’t you ever think about cleaning it up?”

You shuddered in your bed as you heard the monotone man step foot into your room. You could feel the man’s judgement in his voice and it made your eyes prick with tears.

“I am sorry boss”, you muttered, ashamed and disgusted with yourself. “I’ll do bett-“

“No.” He firmly said, cutting you off.

You could hear him breathe deeply, as if he was trying to muster up courage, before his gloved hand yank your body out of your bed and into his chest. Your eyes widening in disbelief.

“Sir?” You looked at him in bewilderment, knowing damn well you’re not up-to-date on his cleanliness protocol.

Suddenly, dread washed over you as you thought he was going to reconstruct you right here, or just kill you because of how you were, but he didn’t do either of those things. Instead, Kai dragged you into your bathroom.

“I told you to stop with the formality”, he grumbled underneath his mask, “now put your hands up”.

You did as you were told, and he slipped your shirt off, as well as your undergarments and socks. You felt the cold air surround you and as you were about to shiver and cover your body self-consciously, strong arms picked you up and gently placed you into the warm bath water.

Kai turned away to take off his mask and gloves off and set them neatly on the marbled vanity table before turning back to tend to you.

“Aren’t I dirty?” You muttered your eyebrows furrowing together.

His golden eyes looked at you, his face expressionless, “why else do you think I’m washing you?”, he asked in a more matter-of-fact tone, as he lathered your h/c hair with f/s shampoo.

You could feel your shoulder loosen up as he massaged your scalp, your body slowly sinking into the tub in bliss.

Kai’s eyes softened at the sight of your pure, fragile state. He saw you as someone worthy of so much and he hated when you got into your depressed states. He tried his best to build you up as much as he could, though some could argue that his methods were more-or-less tough love, but regardless the man adored you. Even if you rolled in mud and were covered head-to-toe in dog shit, he would still never view you as dirty. Kai held cleanliness next to godliness and you were a god(dess) to him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me angel”, he hummed, rinsing your hair off with the shower head.

You hummed in response, the warm water lulling you to sleep. “Too late…” you mumbled, and as soon as you said that you felt the shower head looming over you turn off and the sound of the bath tub being drained.

You were about to whine in protest when the same strong arms picked you back up and wrapped you into a warmed, soft towel.

“It is not good to fall asleep in the bath”, Kai scolded, wiping your body down and putting a new pair of clothes on you.

Once he was finished, you tried walking back to your bedroom, but he stopped you. “I am having your bedsheets changed currently so you cannot head back to bed yet. You can go once they are done.”

“Okay…thank you”, you said shyly.

Kai looked at you intensely for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/N, I do not mind taking time out of my day to take care of you”, he said slowly, pressing his lips against your wet hair. “You’re my everything angel, I want to make sure you are always okay”.

You nodded in response, “Thank you Kai…for everything”.

“I love you angel".

Requests are Open!

[dreamcatcherrs]

can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust 

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves  how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder 

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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[krispdreemurr]

i would like to hear about deltashuffle 🥺

ok so starter notes: we're loosely calling the ch2-based shuffle Cybershuffle mostly bc like. lancer!kris and ralsei!susie and so on are still good and important. also, like the ch1 shuffle, this is a group project and like friends and i have been working on this together, i did not have all these ideas. but all that said let's go thru the main characters real quick!

Susie Spamton taking the role of Kris: The younger of two adopted kids, Susie's had a tough time of it lately. With her older brother and arguably the most mature person in the household, Asriel, leaving for college, taking care of things and keeping things running when her dads can barely function has fallen on her shoulders. Maybe that's why she's been so quiet lately, so distant, so much more... responsible. Maybe it's for the better if she's gotten past her punk phase and settled down. Right?

Princess Noelle taking the role of Ralsei: It's nice to imagine, sometimes, being needed and wanted for who you are, even if you barely know who that is. It's nice to pretend you could be the hero rescuing the princess, even if most days you feel like the monster. But Noelle isn't quite the fantasy she maybe once might have been, with a quiet, cold bitterness about her role and her loneliness seeping into her. She could grow beyond. She hopes.

Lancer taking the role of Susie: Much the same as original Deltashuffle, Lancer is a young middle school student who seems to be constantly ending up in trouble for restlessly dismantling things and bossing his classmates around. He doesn't talk about his dad much at all.

Krismas Holliday-Kaard taking the role of Noelle: Don't call them by their full name they'll die. Anyways. Quiet and strange, in an ongoing state of rebellion against their overbearing mother but only when she's not actively looking. Has more in common with their dramatic theatre kid dad than maybe they want to admit. Good at school, good at keeping to themselves, good at not being known much at all. Used to be close to Susie, but drew away from everyone after Dess' disappearance. May or may not worry about the middle school kid they keep seeing in the same lurking spots as them and want to adopt him as a little brother a little. Absolutely hates that they turn blue in the dark world bc they look like their dad

Ralsei taking the role of Berdly: Number two in the class and always on his best behavior, Ralsei is a sweetheart who teachers and parents love and other kids loathe. Close to Kris, if only because Kris' mom set up plenty of playdates between them. Very concerned about doing things properly and by the rules, and staying on top of his image. People refuse to talk about his resemblance to Asriel it just weirds them out

Prince Berdly in the role of Lancer: Adopted child of the regent Swatch, Berdly knows his high-class etiquette by heart and will enforce it on you. We're working on this but it's hard because it's Berdly.

And minor characters, trying my best to keep this shorter:

Sweet Cap'n Cakes are in the role of Rouxls. A band of rebels against the unocracy, they keep trying to corrupt the ruler's son by hanging out with him but he's just so lame

Rouxls Kaard is in the role of Rudy. Kris' father and husband of Carol Holliday, he's a bit spineless unfortunately but he does love his child and loves acting out dramatic Shakespeare duels with them. Has been unwell lately.

Rudy is in the role of Jevil. Don't worry about him. He's free from pain now.

Jevil in the role of Asgore. Still the owner of the clown museum slash gift shop. Comes by to harass Spamton regularly despite the fact they're divorced. Has known the grocery store owner for two days and they're also already divorced.

Asgore in the role of Seam. A tired, tired man, wishing for something better, not expecting it to come. In the meantime, he keeps tending his flowers. There's someone he wishes he could give them to...

Seam in the role of Sans. Local grocery shop owner. Is crushing on Spamton and Jevil and hates self for it. Upper floor of grocery store is dedicated entirely to cursed goods.

Sans in the role of Gaster. There's nobody here. Stop looking.

Gaster in the role of Queen. Part of the basis of the operating system who saw there was more beyond, and who wants to let the dark flood out so he can know everything. Fixated on preparing Kris for their role opening fountains by running increasingly dangerous and stupid tests on them.

Queen in the role of Alphys. She drank too much age appropriate battery acid last night kids so she's going to take a break while you all play minecraft, that's probably educational,

Alphys in the role of Spamton. A helpful desktop assistant to guide you on your quest, who can make useful suggestions, find helpful items, and even send e-mails! Wants to help! Let her help! Let her help! Let her help! Let her h

Spamton in the role of Toriel. Who let this man adopt. Anyways. A former big shot ad executive now running a shady used car lot. House is full of weird products from past schemes and scams. Terrible at taking care of himself, relies a lot on Susie.

Toriel in the role of Swatch. Keeps things running! Wears a cute vest! Baked you a pie (wait wasn't she meant to be working for your enemy)

Swatch in the role of King Spades. The head of the dignified and composed Uno Lands, they're an accomplished refined gentleperson. Lately, though, as if preparing for an important guest, they've gotten increasingly controlling and demanding about making sure everything functions.

Nubert as Sweet Cap'n Cakes. My man.

what do you mean there's someone missing. there was never a character there

[desultory-novice]

Got your reservations, eh? (Feel free to DM or disc if you'd rather not air 'em in public)

Oh no, I'm HAPPY to talk salt about the novels!(1)

(1) Prepare to find out why my nickname is "Salty Dess"

...Now, I probably shouldn't be. I really hate to complain about someone's work when I know that alllll sorts of stuff go into the creative process. Including real human stresses about life and deadlines and having to meet various corporate imposed standards. Writing in accordance with reading levels, brand image, etc, etc. Even with all those piled on top, we're not yet in the dark future where AI writes everything and that should be celebrated! Even an author with flaws/hangups means they're still human and it's human-made art I want to see discussed, studied, and cherished! 

Though...

...Man, just WHAT is up with Takase-sensei's treatment (or lack of??) of Magolor and Kirby's friendship! Why is it like this?? Where is she GOING with this for three, or really, five books now!! (2)

(2) I mostly ignore Dreamy Gear and Kirby Clash in this lengthy rant, but those don't treat Magolor much better.

-

Actually, before I get started, brief tangent:

Probably the thing that gets the most groans from me is Takase-sensei's Meta Knight bias. Back when everyone was speculating if we'd get a Magolor Epilogue novel or not, I was so CONFIDENT it wouldn't happen I would have put real money down on it, because there was no way for her to work Meta Knight in. And Takase-sensei always works Meta Knight in. Usually in a leading role. Lo and behold, the Magolor Epilogue novel didn't happen. Now, I'm not the person to talk bad about having a character bias :cough: Marx :cough: Magolor :cough: so I won't, but I also won't hesitate to note that she is showing a pretty obvious bias there.

-

So, back to Magolor and Kirby. By now, it should be clear I'm someone who thinks really highly of their bond. I've always thought of (the original) RtDL as a tragedy. I just refused to believe that the takeaway of that game was supposed to be "And that's why you should always be cautious around strangers, kids!"

I suppose there was always the turn-around that Magolor seems to be in trouble but it was actually the ship that was in trouble the whole time, but that "rescue the princess" narrative went out the window a year later when Magolor and the Lor are depicted as loyal partners again in Dream Collection. A bond that is staunchly re-affirmed in Star Allies.

If the point is not to save the Lor from Magolor, what is?

Now, I also think that RtDL DX's many (subtle) changes to the narrative were informed by a desire to grow Magolor's character after a decade of fan speculation and brand growth. And I think he was consciously MADE into more of a tragic figure as a result.

...True Arena...

But there always had to be something to inform that growth. And even in the original, he has that "Let's always stay friends!" line.

So, RtDL gets adapted in book form and Takase-sensei seems to do her darndest to like... write Magolor out of his own story? Which becomes especially weird when you take into account the Labyrinth novel, where Magolor is a villain all the way through.

Now, unlike most other Magolor fans, I actually kind of like that book. I thought the idea that everyone calls Magolor out on being sus in the beginning was pretty cute coming so soon after his villainous turn.

I think the joke where he uses the mirror to become all powerful but just becomes a giant, funny-looking squeaky toy is hilarious. I think the fact that Takase-sensei highlights that Magolor does.not.know. the different between fighting Kirby and playing with him is probably the smartest thing she's ever written about him.

It is, in fact, something that informs my own characterization of Magolor. At least, the implication that he's been too alone for too long to know how to socialize with people properly.

And there's his breakdown in the end that it's not fair that he lost because he's never had any friends! (Marx: "......") The fact that this appeal causes Kirby to spare him and then he runs away and steals Kirby's cake was also cute in a Saturday morning cartoon freeze-frame ending.

It wasn't an amazing novel (what I really dislike in it is how Takase-sensei characterized Claycia. What the HECK was up with that? She's just...crazy and mean about art to the point that she leaves her girlfriend best friend in tears randomly every other week, I guess?) but it was fine on it's own...

"If only the story ended there..." to quote Smash Bros (EU)

So yeah, Starcutter and the Lying Wizard once again gives Magolor like one or two moments of interesting pathos, generally involving the Lor. But then Takase-sensei refuses to let Magolor build any bonds with the mains or let the mains bond with him.

Nope, we have to spend an unnecessary amount of time in Raisin Ruins with Meta Knight explaining to Kirby about how dangerous that mysterious new power might be when, oops, it never actually turns out to be dangerous! 'If you put the gun on the mantlepiece in act 1, someone has to fire it in act 2' is one of THE oldest pieces of writing advice in the known universe...!!!

And it's not just the wasted time on red herrings. (Or skipping Egg Engines....) It's the the whole concept of her leaving Kirby and Magolor becoming friends on the table that I just.don't.get.

If your heroes have no emotional stakes involved in fighting the big bad, that's... bad. Everyone knows one of Magolor's keywords is "betrayal." He "betrays" Kirby and the others. But not in the novel. They barely know him. He used them, but he didn't betray their trust or their friendship. Because he didn't HAVE either of those things to begin with. (Anyone remember the scene where Magolor calls the others "friends" and NO ONE responds to him? Because I do.)

Heck, I'd go so far as to say that the Lying Wizard barely LIED to them there. (Especially if you buy into him possibly being a secret descendant of the Ancients, born off-world.)

His offer to have Kirby be his lackey comes so out of nowhere. His offer to Chilly to rule the galaxy at his side in the manga, despite being based on a joke relationship, came off as so painfully sincere there that there are dedicated MagoChilly fans to this day!

And Kirby doesn't engage with him during the fight either. He responds to the things Magolor says with this "eener-neener nuh-uh" tone that is just... weird. I think most people have noted that Kirby comes off a little more mature in the novels than in other media. Still a "youth" by definition, but he talks and is capable of deep thoughts. But in the fight with Traitor Magolor, Kirby almost slips back into being an anime-esque infant. No thinking, no willingness to engage or even look at what he's fighting. (His one comment about the eye is almost embarrassing given the lack of everything till then.)

...Oh and DO NOT get me started on the fact that Takase-sensei specifically make the gang fight Magolor Soul and then changes his last words so it is now a meaningless groan of defeat?! I was SO upset at that choice (why not stick with his regular form in that case) but I told myself, hey... it's not like we know with definitive proof what Magolor Soul is actually saying...

...

Oh, NEVER MIND, WE DO. And we know via the end-of-book text that Takase-sensei had access to everything she would have needed to write an informed Magolor Soul battle.

No. For whatever reason, making Magolor unrepentant in Labyrinth, making Kirby disinterested in the person who would later go on to say (... in the remake) that he hoped to be Kirby's most reliable friend in this or ANY dimension, and, oh, lest we forget...

There's the Samurai Kirby novel...

So, I mentioned above that I knew there wouldn't be a Magolor Epilogue novel. But I had to admit I was a little surprised we'd get an adaptation of the Samurai Kirby game to go along with the release of RtDL DX. It felt like an odd choice at the time.

Slightly less so once you know the plot so, okay... Here's what's weird about Samurai Kirby. And I'll try to keep it short and vague but talking about Magolor's role in it necessitates SPOILERS.

...

Magolor is the bad guy. Again. Yes. And he makes a passing attempt at getting Kirby to be friends with him this time too and Kirby once again refuses to engage with him and then, Magolor says to himself that he could never imagine being friends with Kirby.

...

I just want to point out once more that this novel came out two weeks after RtDL DX. We go straight from a game with Magolor using his vast magic powers to help Kirby out of pits and bring him food at regular intervals, a Magolor who, at his worst, begs Kirby for help while Kirby's own inner voice encourages him to "...save a new friend" and also a Magolor fighting through a hell-parallel to get back to "...his friends." And just...

Why would you write that, Takase-sensei?! Why would you write that book NOW?

And now we come to the present. And I've gone from upset to...mildly curious. Because the most interesting things about Magolor in the Samurai Kirby novel is that A) He says he gets the feeling maybe he and Kirby knew each other in another life and B) His goal is to get to a place that is OBVIOUSLY Halcandra. It's not written in Katakana but the place name and the methods Magolor wants to use to get there make it really, really obvious. It's either Halcandra or the Samurai Kirby equivalent. Except that I think he really IS trying to get to THE canon Halcandra.

DX has now canonized Magolor as "the dimensional traveler." So it's not strange at all if these curious AU worlds and events start to occur around him/because of him.

While I'm currently pretty apathy for the way Takase-sensei writes Kirby and Magolor's friendship currently, I can't help but wonder if this dimension stuff isn't all building up to something...?

At the very least, canon Magolor built Magoland for Kirby and friends, so either this novel will HAVE to acknowledge that or...no one will mention that and we'll have another book where Magolor is the villain (...because come on, he's probably going to behind everything in this book too. After being consistently sus through all his novel appearances, it would be weird and jarring if he were completely innocent this time) and it'll end with him and Kirby coming to an "agree to disagree" relationship.

Or maybe this time, things will be different and it will end with Novel Kirby and Novel Magolor actually becoming friends in a way that mimics their game selves.

I really can't say for sure. But those...

:pauses to take a breath:

...are my reservations.

-

Brief Bonus: So, before you file everything I wrote up above as the ramblings of a crazy aspie, I am not the only one who has taken notice of Novel Kirby + Novel Magolor's non-friendship.

A couple of fanartists I follow on Twitter have even begun drawing humorous comics about things like "...threatening Magolor with Novel Kirby if he doesn't behave and it working" or "...Novel Magolor complaining to Game Magolor that he just can't get Kirby to like him." So, the vast difference in the treatment of their friendship (or lack of one) is something others have taken note of.

I'm not going to say anything like "I expect this novel to let me down too" in regards to Magolor. Nothing of the sort, really! I've come to terms with what the novel is, and I mean it that I'm curious if these Novel Magolors who continually fail to make a connection with Kirby will build up to something. Maybe something truly fascinating!

And hey, in lieu of (ever) having Marx appear, I can enjoy a villainous Magolor just in the meantime. (But seeing other people make fun of "Novel Magolor" definitely helped take the sting out of it.)

Phew...

I didn't realize I had as much to say about that as I did, but apparently, it was something I needed to get off my chest!

-

...Before everyone goes, just because I don't know when I'll next have leisure to rant about novel-verse problems but...

I want to say that I'm also a little :side-eye: about Takase-sensei having Meta Knight give us "word of god" evidence in the novel that the Master Crown wasn't evil, it was just Magolor's OWN inner wickedness that made it that way when A) even Star Allies casts aspersions on that theory and B) the remake brings out some credible evidence for the theory that the Master Crown is, in fact, AMAZINGLY EVIL. There is even reason to believe it was brainwashing Magolor almost from day one!

...But that's a story for another essay.

[janetbrown711]

What... Happened?

"Noelle tries to get a grip on what just happened when none other than Susie stops by for a sudden visit."

Basically, I wrote a Suselle Snowgrave fic bc angst and feelings.

Snowgrave spoilers are below. You have been warned.

Part 2 Part 3

Ao3 Link

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Noelle knew she controlled it. She raised her arms. That was her choice.

She didn’t have to listen to Kris’s command.

But the voice was so loud.

“Watch what happens when I cast a spell I don’t know!” She had shouted, fed up with all of the pain and energy built inside.

The pain was felt through her every vein.

God, it was so painful- but then, she felt… it kick in.

A gust of wind shot through the area, she closed her eyes as the energy burned and stung like the thorn wrapped around her finger. However, after the first little flicker, she dared to peak, hoping it was all.

But the second she opened her eyes, everything went white.

She felt herself begin to levitate, music played, snow quickly formed into a blizzard around her, the pain shot through and released at her fingertips, as she felt stars form in her hands, but it was followed by a crushing weight she then fought against. A gigantic gust of cold wind followed, leaving Noelle chilled to her very bones.

After that, she all but collapsed onto the ground, so exhausted she could barely feel the sting of the thorns as she touched the pavement beneath her.

At least the pain was gone…

She used what strength she had left to at least turn to face Kris, but she couldn’t even look up.

“What… what happened?” she whispered.

So much power…

“There was so much snow… I couldn’t see anything- I...”

It wasn’t the snow that had blinded her.

The power. The voice. The pain.

Gathering her strength, she forced herself to stand.

There was a large ice sculpture to her right.

Berdly.

Kris would never ask her to…

Berdly was…

Noelle…

A knot twisted, and tied, and sank in her stomach.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“I think… I’m going home,” She had said, not looking back at either Kris or Berdly.

She was pretty sure she could hear crying as a shield and sword were put away, but she carried on.

She couldn’t actually go home, she knew that.

Hell- she really didn’t have a damn clue how to get home. The closest thing she had was- well…

Queen’s Mansion.

A private room at the very top. Where no one could bother her.

Noelle felt like a ghost as she floated down the halls of the mansion, looking perfectly forward. She didn’t look at the paintings, or at the puzzles that froze as she walked by, or at the Swatchinglings as they fled at the very sight of her, or the odd little man replacing all of Queen’s portraits.

She retired straight to her room, sitting on her bed and she looked out at the moon.

And there she was, tracing her steps until she found herself right where she was.

In her room, in Queen’s Mansion.

“What a strange moon.” She thought to herself. It was true. It… looked more like a baseball than anything.

“It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

False.

It felt… slightly familiar.

This world…

She glanced at the calendar to her left.

Dess.

Noelle ached for Dess.

Dess knew how to make this pain go away- with her, any pain was whisked away with a hug or bandaid.

But with her gone there was nothing.

Just a swirling, deafening, all-encompassing darkness.

Berdly.

She didn’t see where he went- just a giant ice crystal.

There-... There was a chance.

Just like there was a chance with Dess.

R-Right?

Kris would never.

Sure they could be weird, b-but they would never, not in a million years.

Proceed.

The sheer volume of it was so loud, it drowned out any thoughts of her own.

Kris would never.

Berdly.

God, she missed Berdly too.

He could be a pain, but he was never that bad.

She was made stronger.

Stronger is better, that’s what Mother always says.

Power is everything in this world.

Noelle looked up at the stars.

If power really was everything…

Why was she left with nothing?

…

It was slow at first, but once Noelle noticed, the tears rapidly increased, and before she knew it, she was weeping, wind and snow swirling everything in her room, threatening to tear the curtains off her bed.

The storm raged on, as she wept and wept and wept and wept, her heart yearning for Dess or Dad or even Berdly.

But Nobody Came.

She sobbed more.

A long time passed.

Suddenly, a voice.

The wind and snow ceased instantly as Noelle’s ears perked at the sound, making sure it was real.

It was.

Was it Queen?

No no, too gruff.

Noelle wiped her eyes, cursing herself for making such as mess. She ran around straightening everything out as much as possible- she couldn’t let anyone see her like this.

As she was putting ICE’E back into place though, the door burst open.

Susie.

Susie.

It was Susie.

“N...Noelle?” Susie looked around at the mess, before snorting. “Never thought you’d be the type to have a messy room.”

Susie had no idea what happened.

Noelle wanted nothing more than to run up and hug her, to cry more until all of the pain and cold within melted away.

“I… yeah… I guess the secrets out,” Noelle joked, wiping her face once more and going to her bed.

“Hey- Noelle, you’re bleeding! Jesus- is that a ring of thorns?” Susie pointed out the torture device on her finger.

“O-oh, I hardly noticed- I should-” Noelle pulled at it, but it only dug into her other fingers.

“You’re hurting yourself, let me- I mean… uh… do you- uh…” Susie looked away, embarrassed.

Noelle held out her finger, looking away tiredly.

Susie, having scales tough as nails, successfully removed it.

“Holy shit- I mean- crap, Noelle, your finger is totally screwed up. How did you even get this?” Susie pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter,” Noelle closed her eyes and turned back to the window.

So many Ice Shock spells.

“Okay…” Susie stuck her hands in her pockets, looking out the window too.

Noelle ached for a hug. She almost offered to let Susie sit next to her, but Susie would never want to sit with her.

Especially if she knew what she had done.

“Cool moon,” Susie stated.

Noelle blinked.

How could she be so normal?

“Y...Yeah,” Noelle nodded a little, ignoring the frost that was slowly covering the window.

“But… it’s odd, right? Not just the moon- this whole world, you know?” Noelle said. “I-i mean, it didn’t snow inside back home, am I right?” She joked anxiously.

It made Susie chuckle and a bit of her anxiety was soothed.

There was another pause.

“How… how did we even get here? What even is this place?” Noelle asked earnestly.

She had barely seen Susie but it seemed she had a grasp on what was going on- more than Noelle anyway.

“Uhhh, It’s uhhhh…” Susie was clearly caught off guard.

Of course Susie didn’t have any answers. She was from Hometown too, it wasn’t like she’d-

“You’re- uh… Just having a dream!”

A… dream?

It… it couldn’t be a dream, it was so… real.

“Are you sure?” Noelle asked.

Susie nodded.

“Yep! All a dream, that’s for sure,” She smiled.

“Susie, do you promise it’s a dream?” Noelle said a bit too desperately.

Susie nodded again, confused but sincere.

Noelle all but lept off the bed to hug her.

A dream… oh, thank god it was a dream.

Berdly was okay. Kris was okay. Noelle was okay.

“A-are you okay? You’ve never- you don’t-” Susie was a stuttering and blushing mess, Noelle quickly jumped back and let go.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s been a very, very long day,” Noelle sat back on her bed, tracing the pattern with her finger.

“Though… it makes sense this is all a dream… I’d never have the courage to hug you like that in the real world,” Noelle laughed a little to herself.

“O-oh?” Susie’s face turned a dark shade of purple, like a grape.

“Oh, nevermind. It’s all silly…” Noelle shook her head.

“I’m just… glad you’re here,” She smiled a little.

“Oh! Speaking of-!” Susie remembered something.

“I’m actually here to rescue you!” She grinned, her sharp teeth shining.

“O-oh? Wh...why would you do that?” Noelle’s face turned red.

“Because you’re being held prisoner by Queen!” Susie stated, a bit confused Noelle wasn’t aware of that.

“Oh, well… I… It’s not all bad in this room, and honestly? I kinda chose to come here, to get some peace of mind, you know?” Noelle asked. Susie blinked.

“But Queen..?”

“Queen- well I haven’t seen from her in awhile. She hasn’t even tried to turn my face into a robot one since I saw Kris-...” Noelle felt she said too much.

“When did you see Kris?” Susie asked.

“Just… briefly. They were alone and I thought ‘hey there’s a familiar face’ and… well, it hardly matters, this is all a dream right?” Noelle chuckled tiredly to herself.

“Rrrright,” Susie nodded.

“Still… I’m really glad you’re here, Susie. And… thank you for comforting me,” Noelle looked at her.

“No problem! Now- uh- Kris is just waiting right outside so we should probably join them and-”

“No.”

Susie blinked, surprised.

“I-i mean… I think I’ll just stay here until I wake up,” Noelle kicked herself.

“Okay… I’ll- uh… come back for you later, okay?” Susie said.

Noelle hugged her again.

“Okay,” She said, smiling softly as she squeezed her.

A dream.

The smile faded a little.

She wasn’t actually hugging Susie. She didn’t have the courage.

But it still felt very, very nice.

“Alright- okay gotta go- bye!” Susie barely said a word before leaving Noelle alone once more.

She listened to Susie’s voice behind the door, until it silenced and she heard them all walk away.

She sighed, wiping off what tear residue was still left on her face.

God… what a dream.

At least it would all be over soon. She’d wake up and see Berdly in no time, and he’d hit her with one of those stupid gamer jokes that never made her laugh, but this time it would.

And she’d see Susie, granted that she showed up to the study session.

And… Kris.

Kris would be there too.

B-but she knew Kris, knew them since childhood.

One bad dream couldn’t change that.

…

Dear god, if there is one, please let this nightmare end and end quickly," She prayed as quiet as could be.

And she really, truly meant it.