#so i have extra bad eyesight right now!!!

[tiredfox64]

Can I make a request about the reader meeting Bihan for the first time at the Sky temple and develops a crush on him but is too scared to approach him because of his temper and demeanor and she's very shy so she keeps a distance and admires him from afar which Bihan catches on eventually?

Hide and Peek

Prior notes: I did it for the fire temple I hope that’s okay. Do y’all even realize how many times I ran to the bathroom just to write more for this?

Pairing: Bi-Han x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Don’t scrape your knee while playing.

What’s that you’re looking at? You need a clearer shot. Move your head a little so that you aren’t looking straight at the pillar. Keep yourself hidden! Good, good. Focus your eyesight. Now, what do you see?

The grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. The cyromancer. The man with a deep, icey voice that makes your heart beat. The man with such dark eyes that you worry he will look right through you and find out your intentions. The man with great strength you have confidence that he could pick you up easily. That man would be Bi-Han.

You have been of great assistance to Lord Liu Kang many times. You guys are basically friends at this point. Your visits to the Fire Temple were frequent. Which is how you ran into the Lin Kuei brothers. But your eyes caught on only one of them and that was Bi-Han.

That stance that oozes power. That gorgeous black hair that was put so nicely into a bun. Those muscles…ooooo. It all pulled you in. You wanted a closer look but you were scared off quickly. He didn’t purposefully do it, he just spoke up and you heard his voice. It striked your soul, causing your body move on its own and made you turn on your heels to walk away.

It felt like every time you wanted to approach him it was something else that got you. More and more you started to recognize his cold and harsh demeanor. He seemed to have little patience. Anything and everything was ticking him off. A temper tantrum ready to happen.

Yet you kept getting pulled in. It’s like how one would be drawn in by a snow leopard. It may be cool looking and even cute but it is dangerous. He is a dangerous man but you are still drawn in by his handsome looks and gorgeous body. If not lovable, why lovable shaped?

Once they left you immediately asked Liu Kang about Bi-Han. He told you all about him and his importance. You looked with awe in your eyes as you listened to everything he said. You had to see him again.

You kept going over to the temple in hopes of getting a glimpse of Bi-Han. Luckily for you it seemed like Liu Kang was always calling for the brothers. Behind pillars, in the bushes, behind some of the structures. Wherever you could you hid so you could see Bi-Han. It was harder when he was walking around since you would had to move too, hoping there was some place to hide. Raiden and Kung Lao would catch you sneaking around, asking you what was wrong. You wouldn’t say anything. You’d just put your head down and walk away saying nothing which made them think they did something wrong.

Unfortunately for you, you aren’t the sneakiest weasel of the temple.

Did you think he wouldn’t notice the leaves on the bushes rustle when there wasn’t any wind? Or when there were an extra pair of footsteps nearby that moved whenever he did? Not to mention your ankle would crack sometimes which alerted him.

Let’s not forget your attempts to get real close. When he would go inside the temple and you would follow close by. You’d act like you were looking for a particular book that you knew wasn’t there. Liu Kang even called you out by asking which book you were looking for. Just like before you would put your head down and walk away without saying anything.

Bi-Han caught on quickly to your antics. He doubted you had any bad intentions. But he kept his eye on you more.

“What is it, brother?” Kuai Liang whispered to Bi-Han, unsure why his brother was looking at a certain direction.

“That woman…” he mumbled, “That woman never stops. She has been eyes us down for days.”

Like clockwork you poked your head out from behind a pillar. You realized you were being watched by him. You hid once again behind the pillar, worried you just ruined everything.

“I think you are mistaken. She is not eyeing us down. She is eyeing you down. I think you have a secret admirer.”

While the concept is not strange to him, he has never seen one that goes for days without saying a word. What he doesn’t understand is the idea of people being shy. Being shy is not an option in his mind. If you like him that much why not talk to him?

Bi-Han was about to walk in your direction to confront you but Kuai Liang stopped him.

“No wait, you’ll scare her away. She’s clearly shy. Give her some time and she’ll come to you.”

“A few weeks isn’t enough time?” Bi-Han replied with lots of sarcasm, “Fine, I’ll give her another day.”

What’s that supposed to mean? Well you don’t know you didn’t hear it. You’ll find out soon enough.

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Another day, another peek at that sweet, gorgeous, succulent man- wait, where is he?

You see Kuai Liang and Tomas, but where is Bi-Han? How can they come here without their grandmaster?

You followed them around and hide behind your usual spots. Yet there was no sign of Bi-Han. You sighed in disappointment. Now how are you gonna imagine what it would be like to touch those muscles and feel his cold skin cool your warm hands. Or even what it would be like to run your hands through his hair and put it into a nice bun. Well, maybe tomorrow will be a better—

“Ahem”

He’s right behind you, isn’t he.

A yelp rang out throughout the temple. It alerted Kuai Liang, Tomas, and Liu Kang that Bi-Han found you. You were caught in the act and your disappointed sigh told him that you were looking for him the whole time. Now you have to face your crush.

There is no hiding your attraction anymore. You have to look into Bi-Han’s eyes and at least say hi. Introduce yourself now since you have the chance. Stay calm, you got this.

Hey! Hey! Don’t walk away! Turn your ass around!

“Do not walk away. Stop playing these foolish games.” He commanded you.

You turned right back around and stood in front of him. You looked down at the ground, too embarrassed and nervous to look up at him. He was taller than you expected. And his broad shoulders intimidated you more than you expected.

“Well, speak up. Do you have anything to say to me?”

You took a few seconds to think of what you wanted to say. Your brain was all fogged up and the only comprehensible thing to do was give him a little wave. I mean it’s an improvement, you interacted with him.

He gave an aggrieved sigh, “Anything else?”

Bi-Han just wants one word out of you. You already interested him by being yourself. He has never seen someone this shy before that even a word was hard to get out of them. In a way he kind of found it cute. Like a scared little mouse trying to stay undetected from a wild cat. But this little game of hide and seek should end now. Introduce yourself to him and quit hiding in bushes.

“Hello…”

Good enough.

After notes: Deadass he scares me ∑(ﾟДﾟ). If he came up behind me I’d scream like the little bitch I am. Anywho, I hope I did okay with this. My language might be a bit different but that’s because I wanted to try something a little new. Don’t hate me if this wasn’t what you wanted, sorry. Now I must catch my train. Adiós!

[lexi-the-demon-69]

Tell us more about dad-bod Dark Choco, please! I gotta know how our boy is healing now that the COD have been divorced from his life.

I'd love to! He's from my first ever CRK AU "A New Life" which was made around when episode 14 was released. It's basically a continuation of Dark Choco's story and how he heals from his trauma.

So, after Dark Choco leaves his sword and old life behind, he decides to live in the woods for the rest of his days. He soon settles down right by a little creek with a waterfall and builds himself a nice, cozy cabin. His little cabin is far away from the Dark Cacao Kingdom and is settled near the Cookie Kingdom for convenience if he ever decides to go into town, which is quite rare.

Thanks to the Strawberry Jam Sword, Dark Choco has vowed to never pick up a sword ever again for the sake of his own safety, and now uses only a spear, along with a bow and arrow for hunting. He is still very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, though he is a little rusty with his archery skills. (Haha bad eyesight go brr.)

During his time in solitude, Dark Choco starts picking up some hobbies and habits that he never knew he had or never tried. Such as gardening, sewing, and napping... a lot. He's a big napper, since, well, that's what you get when you stay up for days on end. Not to mention nutrition. Choco was either starved or never given a proper diet so he was never able to eat the kind of stuff he liked/needed. Now that he's away from his old kingdom and COD, he can now eat whatever and whenever he wants! However... doesn't really help his pants line, does it? Yeah, the poor guy has packed on some extra dough and his dad can and will tease him about it.

Speaking of which, after his son left his homeland again, Dark Cacao has been desperately searching for him. Not to punish him for his crimes... but to apologize to him, properly. As Dark Cacao reflected on the past, he soon realized that he was not a great father... at all, and the apology he gave to Dark Choco was not one he truly deserved. So, he searches for his son day and night whenever he gets the chance, just to tell him he's sorry.

Long story short, Dark Cacao finds Dark Choco's cabin after months of searching and apologizes to him. Dark Choco simply says that he doesn't need to apologize and he already forgives him, after he showed him how much time he put into finding him. Dark Cacao asks if he would like to come home and they could start over, fresh, but Dark Choco declines. Stating that he isn't ready to come home... just, not yet. He still needs some time to heal properly before he can face the kingdom again. Dark Cacao accepts this and now, once a month, he visits his son to repair their relationship and to catch up after being apart for so long.

Later, Dark Choco finds and rescues Parfait Cookie after she is attacked by cake monsters. Parfait is initially scared of him until he reassures her that he means no harm. (he saves her before he gets the dad bod UwU) After this, Parfait goes out of her way to see Choco, soon becoming his friend and now girlfriend after Dark Cacao reads Parfait's love letter out loud in front of them during a visit on Valentine's Day. (Dark Choco also liked her too long before this happened-)

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That's about it, really. I had a lot of fun making this AU and to think that this AU actually predicted the future.- I must be a psychic-

(Also, if you guys wanna see more dad bod Choco, please let me know!)

[william-m-lucipher]

RATING A FEW OF MY PUPPETS!

THEY ALL HAVE THEIR UPSIDES AND DOWNSIDES! HERE ARE MY OPINIONS ON A HANDFUL OF 'EM!

SIXER: MASSIVE AMOUNT OF BRAIN SPACE, FILLED WITH COMPLEXITIES! ALSO A GOOD CHUNK OF EMBARRASSING NERD MEMORIES. HIS MIND IS WHERE ALL THE LUXURY WAS!

BODILY EXPERIENCE WAS INTERESTING, HIS EYESIGHT WAS LACKING EVEN WITH THE GLASSES. IT SEEMS HE'D GONE A WHILE WITHOUT RENEWING HIS PRESCRIPTION. SURE, THE GLASSES LESSENED THINGS, BUT YEESH! ONE EYE WAS ALWAYS WORSE THAN THE OTHER, BUT THEY WERE BOTH IN BLURRYTOWN. TALK ABOUT A LACK OF DEPTH PERCEPTION! THE EXTRA FINGERS THOUGH, THEY WERE FUN! AND THAT GUY HAD A DECENT-ISH PAIN TOLERANCE THANKS TO THOSE OLD BOXING LESSONS HE AND HIS BROTHER WERE FORCED TO DO. IT WAS FUN TO TEST THE LIMITS!

A SOLID 8/10, GREAT GUY TO WORK WITH, POSSESSION EXPERIENCE COULD'VE BEEN BETTER THOUGH!

PINE TREE: BRAINWISE, LESS COMPLEXITY, MORE COMEDY, AT LEAST IN MY EYE! HE WAS A SMART KID, SURE, BUT MAN, RERUNS OF HIS LOWLIGHTS WILL KEEP ME ENTERTAINED FOR AGES. IMAGINE AN ACTUALLY FUNNY CRINGE COMPILATION THAT NEVER GETS OLD! THAAAAT'S PINE TREE!

AS FOR THE BODY, BETTER EYESIGHT, BETTER JOINTS, AND THE PAIN TOLERANCE WAS TERRIBLE, WHICH WAS GREAT FOR ME! IT WAS THE FIRST THING I NOTICED WHEN I TOOK THE STRINGS, HAHA! THOUGH BEING SWEATY, SMELLY, AND TICKLISH KINDA RUINED THE DELUXE SUITE FEEL. EH, WHEN DEALING WITH THE HUMAN BODY, THERE'S NO WAY TO HAVE IT ALL, EVER.

7/10, AT LEAST I'VE GOT A LOT TO LAUGH ABOUT.

HIRSCHEY: I THINK IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT THAT I'VE BEEN PULLING THE STRINGS WITH FLANNELBRITCHES FOR A GOOD WHILE NOW. LONG BEFORE HE EVEN SECURED A ROLE WITH THE MOUSE, I'VE BEEN A SUBTLE INFLUENCE!

NOW LISTEN, I'D LOVE TO SPILL EVERYTHING, BUT THIS GUY HAS ALL THE RIGHT CONNECTIONS TO RUIN EVERYTHING IF I MAKE THE WRONG DECISIONS WHILE USING MY OTHER PUPPETS IN THIS REALITY. LET'S JUST SAY, HIS BODY IS MID, BUT HIS MIND ALONE ADDS EXTRA POINTS! I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN, HAHA!

9/10, WHAT A GOOD FRIEND!

BURNSIDES: OH WAIT, I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS YET! WINK! HAHA, COME BACK TO THIS POST FOR THE ANSWER ON SMOKEY'S BIGGEST FAN IN A FEW DAYS.

?/10, TO BE ANNOUNCED

EAS-Y: THE ONE I'M CURRENTLY USING! GONE BY SEVERAL DIFFERENT NAMES, BECAUSE THEIR MEAT SUIT IS LITERALLY STUFFED WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT PEOPLE DUE TO CHILDHOOD TRAUMA, HAHA!! THE HUMAN MIND HAS SOME WEIRD COPING MECHANISMS. E.A.S STANDS FOR THE SILLY NAME FOR THEIR SYSTEM THEY PICKED ONE DAY ON A WHIM.

MY FAVORITE ONE HERE HAS TO BE ZILLARA, WHO I ONCE REFERRED TO AS "T" DURING AN APRIL FOOL'S EVENT ON THE SYSTEM'S ABANDONED ACCOUNT. (IT WAS SHORT FOR THE COLLECTIVE DEADNAME OF THIS VESSEL.) HE'S AN OLD HOST AND AN OLD PAL! Z'S BEEN SO... GENUINELY NICE TO ME FOR ALMOST TEN YEARS NOW. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?! HAHA!!! Ah... ENOUGH ABOUT JUST ONE GUY, THOUGH, THIS PLACE IS PACKED WITH EM! BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY DON'T HAVE WIGGLE ROOM. THIS MIND IS MORE SPACIOUS THAN PINE TREE AND SIXER'S COMBINED, BUT IT'S ALL BEING USED ON KEEPING FOLKS COMFORTABLE AND GUARDING HARMFUL MEMORIES. LISTEN, I'M NOT SALTY ABOUT THE MEMORY GUARDING. I TOOK A PEEK, AND JEEZ, IT'S DEFINITELY FOR THE BETTER.

ANYWAYS, THIS PLACE IS LAYED OUT LIKE A WHOLE SMALL TOWN! BEST VACATION HOME OUTTA ALL OF 'EM! AS AMAZING AS HIRSCHY'S IS, IT'S BUSY BUSY BUSY EVERYWHERE, ALL THE TIME. PARTIALLY MY FAULT FOR GETTING HIM INTO THE ANIMATION INDUSTRY. SORRY THERE, BUDDY!

THE DOWNSIDE TO IT ALL IS THAT EVEN THOUGH THERE ARE PLENTY WHO LIKE ME HERE, I'VE ALSO GOT A FAIR SHARE OF ENEMIES WHO CALL THEMSELVES "PROTECTORS" AND "GATEKEEPERS." NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF AN ANGRY SECRETARY LADY, LET ME TELL YOU!

BODY WISE, IT'S QUITE THE PAIN BUFFET! BAD JOINTS, MIGRAINES, LOW PAIN TOLERANCE, AND MAN, THE TICS AND SEIZURES! YOU'D THINK GIVEN MY EXPERIENCE WITH BODY SPASMS WHILE PUPPETING PINE TREE, I'D HATE THESE, BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT! IT'S SOME OF THE FUNNIEST PAIN, THE PUNCHLINE HITS YOU OUTTA NOWHERE, SEVERAL TIMES, IN SEVERAL DIFFERENT WAYS!

8.5/10, TALK TO YOUR PROTECTORS AND YOU MIGHT EARN THE FIRST 10, OR AT LEAST A 9.8!!!

IN SUMMARY:

- SIXER'S A DECENT PUPPET, BUT A BETTER ALLY. STILL A SHAME HE NEVER JOINED ME

- PINE TREE IS A PERSONAL COMEDY CLUB!

- HIRSCHEY IS A GREAT PUPPET, AND A POWERFUL ALLY WHO COULD EASILY BECOME MY WORST ENEMY

- I'M UNDER NDA ABOUT GUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

- EASY HERE IS, WELL, THE EASIEST ONE!!

MAYBE I'LL RATE A FEW MORE SOMETIME, LIKE CHARLES GUITEAU, OR WITH LUCK, YOU!

[leoncillo]

Oh me oh my. I wrote again. What has come over me lately? Tsk tsk

Anyway, reader has chronic pain (namely fibromyalgia and MS), the clone brothers risk it all to help them. I think this one is gender neutral as well? I didn't edit this one either so I might've slipped up and used "she" somewhere. Will probably put this on AO3 too. Reader is Black.

The Hantengu Clones brave the sun to take care of reader

Your eyes slowly cracked open one morning. The light from the sun being extra harsh to you and your aching head. Your throat was bone dry, your body heavy, and you felt pain on every inch of your body. Quickly as you could, you checked the bedside table for your daily meds only to realize you forgot to pick up the refills from the pharmacy.

"Oh... I'm so doomed" you groaned.

You climbed out of bed before the room started spinning and you stumbled a bit, your blood pressure not getting the memo that you're upright. Noticing your boyfriends weren't with you, you decided to find them and try to start your day the best you could.

Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu, and even little Zohakuten were standing around in the kitchen bantering about breakfast that Sekido made before they all turned to your slumped form leaving your room. The men grew completely silent as they watched you walk with a limp to the refrigerator. Your eyes were glossy, but vacant like you were moving on auto pilot. You hair was a mess and if they looked closely they could see you breathing heavily. You wordlessly opened the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice just for it to fall straight out of your hand like butter. It seemed like an eternity had passed before you noticed and looked down at your hand to find you had little feeling in it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" asked Karaku as he stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched like you just noticed his presence before you started to cry and eventually wail.

"What did you do, asshole?!" shouted Sekido, as he punched Karaku in the chest.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Maybe we can fix it. Don't cry. I get sad when you cry" said Aizetsu, who hovered near you unsure if he could touch you.

You opened your mouth to speak, but everything started spinning again and you felt yourself falling before everything went black.

A few minutes later you found yourself waking up on the couch with five pairs of eyes watching over you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?!" Urogi shouted and you flinched at the noise.

"Not so loud. You're upsetting them. I hate when they're upset" said Zohakuten.

"Ugh I'm up, I'm up" you said in a non convincing voice.

"Why did you faint on us? Don't tell me you've caught a cold! Irresponsible ass humans" said Sekido.

You looked down at your lap, anxiously grabbing the blanket and biting your lower lip. "So there's something I never told you guys about me. You see I have several chronic illnesses and they're all incurable. Some days are better than others and some days are really really bad."

"What illnesses do you have?" said Urogi, leaning in closer in curiosity.

"Well the main ones are fibromyalgia and multiple sclerosis" you said, only to look up at them all with their heads tilted in confusion like puppies.

"Fibromyalgia causes me to hurt all over my body. Especially 18 main points like my shoulders. Even this blanket and my clothes kinda hurt. It usually flares up after I do too much in a day."

"Ooh that explains why you started crying. Sorry Y/N!" said Karaku, who went to rub your shoulder before catching himself. "Maybe that's not the best idea right now."

"Okay and what's the muscle cytosis thing?" asked Urogi.

"It's called multiple sclerosis, you dunce!"

"So you guys know about the immune system and everything, right? It's supposed to fight off illnesses and keep the body healthy, but sometimes it gets confused and fights the body instead. With MS, my immune system attacks my brain and spinal cord. Sometimes parts of my body goes numb or burns, like my feet, or my eyesight blurs, if not, goes out altogether. Among other things. That illness will get worse over time, too."

"Why didn't you tell us about something so important? It makes me sad when you hide stuff from us" said Aizetsu, tearing up.

You looked away from them back to your lap. "I'm not used to people sticking around after they know my situation and limitations. And that's just with humans! You guys are like ten humans each. I didn't want y'all to think I was a burden and leave because I can't keep up. Usually I have medicine to help me feel a little better or at least ignore some of it, but I was so busy I forgot to pick up my refills. I can't really move too far like this so I'm kinda screwed."

Zohakuten rushed to you in haste and palmed your face, squishing your cheeks together. "What do you need us to do? How can we help?"

"Well heat 'akes 'ith worse so keepin' me coo', but I nedth my med'cine the most. And a good hea'thy dwink" you said.

You all turned and glanced at the window and the rays of sunshine being blocked out. "I'll go first thing at sunset" said Zohakuten, as he released your cheeks and went to make a list of things to buy.

"He's such a good boy" you said, proudly.

"Let me help! I'm good too!" shouted Urogi.

"We'll all split up and get something from the list. We'll get back faster that way." said Sekido.

They all helped you back to bed and tried to make you as comfortable as possible. It wasn't enough and they all stood on edge as they heard you tossing and thrashing in the other room. The pain driving you up the wall like you were being torn apart limb from limb.

"Oh no!" said Aizetsu, staring at his phone. "It says the pharmacy will close before sunset. It's not like the convenience store will have these kinds of drugs."

"Maybe I can fly really fast and stick to the shadows to-"

"To turn into fried chicken?" said Karaku with a huff.

"I could have my dragons go get it."

"And tear up the whole roadway?" asked Aizetsu.

They all grew quiet in defeat before realizing Sekido was mysteriously silent.

"I might have a solution," he began and pulled out a box from his kimono sleeve.

"Douma recommended these patches of wisteria and spider lily flower. Supposedly, they'll let us go into the daylight without turning to ashes immediately."

"That's great! Y/N will feel better in no time!" said Urogi.

"What's the catch?" said Karaku and Zohakuten in unison.

"The patch does have the wisteria component so our powers, speed, and regeneration will be slowed greatly. We'll be out there longer than we would if it were night and while we won't turn to ash, we'll still feel the pain of burning."

They all fell silent again before they jumped at the sound of a loud crying and sobbing coming from your room.

Before they knew it, they were each putting on a patch and preparing to get whatever you needed.

At some point, you were so tired from the pain that you fell asleep only to jolt awake at the overwhelming smell of burning entering your nostrils.

Springing up out of bed thinking something caught fire, an actual common occurrence in the house, you ran to the kitchen as best you could only to see a pile of smoking bodies twitching and breathing heavily.

Without saying anything, they each sat up, still regenerating, and held out a bag to you. Urogi had your medicine, but was nursing a severely burnt wing and talon. Sekido had tubs of ice cream in one arm, while the other was burned away. Aizetsu had a bouquet of flowers and a severe burn along his torso and back. Karaku had a bunch of differently flavored hydrating sports drinks, but one of his horns, arms, and some of his hair was singed. Lastly, Zohakuten beat a drum and a small dragon held out a bear plushie that was wrapped in bandages that said "Get well soon" while the boy nursed his burned face and burns on his legs and most of his drums.

You lips trembled before you fell to your knees and burst in tears, lunging to wrap your arms around as many of them as you could.

"Did we mess up? A-Are these not your favorite flowers?" asked Aizetsu.

"Do you hate the bear? It's the one I hated the least" asked Zohakuten.

"If you don't like any of these flavors, I don't care. We don't waste food in this house" said Sekido.

"I know you don't like blue flavor, but I wanted to get one of each. I suggest the green one first" said Karaku with a wink and a wince.

"And I have the most important thing! The medicine!" said Urogi, puffing his chest out in pride as whatever feathers he had left turned fluffy and excited.

"Thank you!" you said hugging them tighter and crying harder.

"OWW!"

[hae-yeon]

328.Black Dragon's Heart (3)

흑룡의 심장 (3)

“That’s, because my body wasn’t in great condition, so.”

“You’d certainly contrived to put yourself on death’s doorstep, back then.”

“...hyung?”

“He’s talking about the time I lost my sight, my sight. The Elder’s just exaggerating things a bit, for effect. In any case, my eyesight’s almost returned to normal by now, right.”

Chaos-nim, esteemed Elder, please! Thankfully, Chaos didn’t say anything more on the subject, and simply crossed his arms across his chest instead. But Yoohyunie fixed me with a doubtful look, nevertheless. 

“The thing the Seseung Guild Leader had to help out with, was it something really strenuous?”

“Nah. Not to say that it wasn’t anything difficult, but it was just a bit of extra work. Like having to clock overtime hours, y’know.”

Black eyes narrowed at me. A pair of crimson eyes followed suit. Because Chaos resembled Yoohyunie so closely, it felt as though I had two copies of my dongsaeng looking at me disapprovingly. 

“B-because a person’s life hung in the balance…….”

“And what is this ‘Seseung Guild Leader’ he mentions.”

“Ah, that’s…….”

“A human who harasses hyung, sir.”

“Seeing as you’ve stayed your hand, I assume that one is also an ‘Alpha.’”

“Yes, sir. But he will be departing overseas shortly.”

Yoohyunie replied, in a tone one might use to describe finally being rid of a long-overdue thorn in their side. It felt as though I should say something, but, well–did I really need to speak up for Sung Hyunjae, honestly. Regardless, I mustered a few words.

“He’s someone who’s provided us with assistance, sir, all things considered. We hold a relationship as business associates, or collaborators of a sort. He has a fairly problematic personality, but his face–I mean, his abilities, help make up for it, at least. And…he’s talented at breadmaking, I suppose.”

Barring his looks, the only positive trait I could come up with for him was regarding his culinary aptitude. Was this why they said things like ‘the most important thing is food.’ I recalled he seemed to be needlessly proficient at knitting, as well.

“...at any rate, he’s a decent…well, alright person. He’s not a bad individual, as far as things go.”

As I made a contrived effort to speak positively of Sung Hyunjae, it felt as though I could see a phantasm of Section Chief Song-nim’s face shimmering in the air before me. My deepest apologies, Section Chief Song-nim. The Young Chaos shot a skeptical glance in my direction.

“And how long has it been, exactly, since you’ve been acquainted with that brat.”

“Erm? Roughly four months or so, I suppose, sir. The time we spent in the false realm included.”

“Four months? Yet, the attitude with which you speak… I find it difficult to ascertain whether it is you who are too loose with your affections, or if it’s that brat who behaves unlike an ‘Alpha’ ought.”

“Hyung has been taken in by his act.”

Yoohyunie answered him reproachfully in my stead, then added.

“Though he does latch on easily to almost anyone, in any case.”

“What d’you mean, ‘almost anyone’–that’s most certainly not true. It’s not as though I’m close to more than a handful of people, you know.”

“Hyung’s always been like that, so there’s no helping it–but you should still take care to exercise caution, regardless. Not to mention the fact that the number of people around you keep going up, whenever I take my eyes off of you. And on that note–when did you end up getting close to this…individual?”

It felt a bit unfair. It was the opposite, really. It had been five years or so of putting suspicion forward first, whenever I got approached by an unknown person. …though my dongsaeng hadn’t completely missed the mark, I supposed, seeing as how I’d still been scammed several times in that interim. But how was it my fault, when they approached me while posing as good people, who seemed to be empathetic to what I was going through. The blame should fall on them, for pretending to be something they weren’t, to take advantage of someone else’s weak point.

“I’ve only met master Chao-nim(1) twice before, okay. I wouldn’t say we’re well-acquainted. And to clarify, Elder–the Seseung Guild Leader, that Sung Hyunjae, he and I aren’t really close. He said as much himself, that there isn’t a single person he would consider to be a ‘friend.’ And it seems likely that’s how it’ll stay for the rest of his life, as far as I’m concerned. There was a brief window where we agreed to be ‘friends,’ sir, but the active period of that agreement has already long since passed.”

“Ah, certainly. Doubtlessly you’ve no fondness for him, despite uttering such incredulous foolishness as calling an Alpha you’ve known for all of four months a 'decent sort.' Is this your natural disposition, pray tell, or is it perhaps a byproduct of having raised that brat?”

Walking up to the edge of the cliff, the Young Chaos continued.

“Considering that your basic nature seems to be that of an ordinary human, it is all the more perplexing to behold. Particularly when you are naught but a brat of thirty years.”

“How did you know that I was thirty years old, sir? Did the Newcomer tell you?”

“It’s plain to see.”

Did I have some sort of tell, I wondered. Although, he’d shown himself capable of sizing up the condition of my body with just a glance before, too. Though the jellyfish had given me a prognosis as well, that being said. But I felt curious about the Young Chaos, all of a sudden. Even among Transcendents, there seemed to be a lot of variety to be found.

“Pardon me, sir–judging by the way you address the Newcomer, it appears that you seem to rank fairly high?-er above him in the hierarchy, shall we say. And you’ve referred to the other Transcendents as ‘those brats nowadays’ as well, sir–so, would it be correct to say that you’ve lived far longer than them, Elder, sir?”

“I’ve been alive a fair bit, certainly.”

Chao’s body sailed lightly through the air. The tip of his foot touched down on the surface of the water, at the bottom of the cliff. Splash, a ripple spread out from the point of contact; and then, in a flash, the sea was pushed back. It was almost like watching a video of low tide being scrubbed through at exponential speed. With a roar, the seawater retreated, revealing both a damp seafloor and the mutilated body of the dragon.

Even though I had witnessed it up close, I was unable to determine what manner of ability he might’ve used to achieve such a feat, particularly when he wasn’t capable of wielding Water the way Yerimie could. They might have both been Transcendents, but had I gone up against the Young Chaos instead of the Benign King, I didn’t think I would have been able to emerge victorious. Despite my stats being higher, even.

I started to follow him down as well, when Yoohyunie caught me around my waist. Willow leaves drifting around us, I was gently carried step-by-step until we had descended all the way down to the still-wet ground. 

“Right now, I could've gotten down on my own too, y’know.”

“It doesn’t mean that you need to, though. But more importantly… I want you to answer me honestly, hyung. The mind realm Skill you’re casting right now–is it taxing for you to sustain, hyung?”

Yoohyunie asked, concern and wariness mingling in his eyes.

“To be frank–before, it probably would’ve been too much for me. Keeping a Skill up requires a steady supply of mana, after all, and my mana reserves were pretty paltry, even when augmented by Items. And when you’re unconscious, you can’t even drink any mana potions. But right now, thanks to Eunhae, I’m doing alright.”

Unlike the time before with Sung Hyunjae, it didn’t feel as though I was about to run out of mana at all. To emphasize my point, I turned to Chaos and prompted.

“Right? Elder, sir.”

“Had it not been for myself and that lizard, perhaps.”

“Sir?”

“You will require bed rest for approximately a day, I presume.”

He may have said that I’d be knocked out of commission for a day, but the grave crimson eyes fixed on me implied otherwise. He’d deliberately understated the impact it would have because Yoohyunie was listening in, it seemed. But even that much was plenty enough to alarm my dongsaeng.

“Hyung……!”

“What can we do, when it’s already happened. We’ll just need to heed the Elder and exercise more caution, going forward.”

While I’d been busy placating Yoohyunie, Chaos had begun moving towards the Black Dragon’s severed head. As the dragon’s maw parted, rows of razor-sharp teeth came into view. From between fangs the size of pillars, a rumbling growl issued forth.

“What a racket.”

Chaos kicked a stone. The speeding stone struck the dragon’s snout, and the parted maw snapped back together as though it had been smashed closed by a hammer.

“...Elder, sir–you’re stronger than the Benign King, correct?”

“I am the strongest there is.”

“...excuse me, sir?”

So, that was to say.

“That’s, amongst the Transcendents, sir? The strongest among them? Stronger than even Crescent Moon, sir?”

“Certainly.”

He answered mildly, as unflappable as though relaying an immutable fact. I was torn on whether I should believe him, though. It was true that he didn’t seem to be ordinary by any measure–but to say that he was the strongest, well. Shooting glances towards the Black Dragon, I approached Chaos.

“Pardon me, Elder. If that’s the case–would you consider lending us your assistance. Please, sir. We’re confident that we could manage to survive on our own, so long as the Transcendents don’t interfere unnecessarily. It may be outside of our scope of ability to provide you with satisfactory compensation, but I’m willing to do whatever it is that you may ask for instead. If you could consider it an act of charity for us pitiful, wretched children–”

“Hyung! What do you mean, whatever he asks for! I’ll do it instead!”

“Hah? As though I’d let you ‘do it instead’!”

“...silence, both of you.”

The Young Chaos spoke, scowling. He hadn’t so much as raised his voice, but both Yoohyunie and I found ourselves snapping our mouths closed. I didn’t possess the guts to dare defy him.

“I am incapable of attacking an opponent who does not first strike against me. Furthermore, the situation will only become more vexing if I were to become involved.”

I hadn’t been preparing to place all of my bets on him, but it had been a dead end regardless, it seemed. It was probably too optimistic to think that he could take on all of the Transcendents by himself, no matter how strong he was, at any rate.

“You need not worry at present.”

Chaos said, clicking his tongue. 

“Heedless of which side emerges victorious from negotiations, they should be unable to interfere with this World directly. Though it may not dissuade them from attempting to intervene indirectly, hmph.”

Folding his arms with the aura of a much older soul that belayed the twelve year-old appearance he wore, the Young Chaos gave the Black Dragon’s head a slow look-over.

“In any case, the first order of business shall be deciding what to do with this thing.”

The Black Dragon let out a growl, as though aggrieved. How should I talk it around, I contemplated. I supposed I should introduce myself, to start.

“How do you do, Black Dragon-ssi. My name is Han Yoojin, sir. And beside me is my dongsaeng, Han Yoohyun.”

The crimson pupil darted over in my direction, the slit needle-thin. It resembled boiling lava, seeping through the black rock walls of the iris.

“I recognize you’ve already lived a long life–but wouldn’t living still be preferable, sir, rather than meeting your end here. My dongsaeng maintains good care of his weapons as well. We can assure you of our ability to be good stewards, and we’ll endeavor to see to your comfort as well, within constraints. Since it probably feels quite stifling for you to stay stored away in his inventory, shall I ask him to keep you outside instead, sir? Playing music or audiobooks for you via bluetooth headphones would be an option, too.”

They said that wireless headphones nowadays had come quite a long way, after all.

- ‘Wouldn’t living still be preferable,’ you say?

A hoarse, gravelly voice rumbled forth. 훅, a blast of hot air washed over us. 

- Trapped in a blade constructed of my own flesh, with my consciousness left intact only by a single strand–do you truly consider this to be a state of ‘living,’ pray tell.

“Ah… I suppose I can’t really refute that point, sir. Still–I’d like to submit that, rather than meeting an untimely end here and now, having a few more years to prepare your heart and then leisurely departing this plane might still be the preferable course of action. We’ll do our best to make your final years as enjoyable as possible, sir.”

- ‘A few more years’? And why should I be expected to believe your words, exactly. It is tantamount to pledging to permanently rid yourselves of an invaluable, one-of-a-kind weapon, is it not.

The Black Dragon sneered. And he wasn’t wrong; what kind of lunatic would agree to voluntarily give up a weapon capable of reaching L-rank status, after all. I would hardly believe such a claim myself. Just then, Yoohyunie spoke up.

“You have my guarantee.”

- Words are cheap.

“I have a Skill that allows me to melt down any blade I’ve retrieved from my inventory. However, because the Sovereign’s Sword possesses a trait that renders it invulnerable to anything below L-rank flames, my Skill was unable to affect it.”

The Blade’s Predator Skill’s description specified that it was able to melt any blade, regardless of rank; but it appeared that the Sovereign’s Sword’s special properties took precedence, in terms of effectiveness. It made sense, though, seeing as how the Sovereign’s Sword had originally been L-rank in status, while the Blade’s Predator’s Skill was ranked lower. 

“Once either the Blade’s Predator Skill or my flames improve, I should be capable of consuming the Sovereign’s Sword.”

- And so, you propose to melt me down when that occurs?

“I’m willing to part with anything, no matter how precious a weapon, if it means being able to keep hyung safe.”

Yoohyunie replied evenly, saying that he was willing to melt it down without hesitation if a situation called for it. Internally, I was screaming ‘still, it’s an L-rank sword!’; but outwardly, I managed to keep my mouth shut.

“Even if you perish here, the blade made with your corpse will yet exist. Wouldn’t you prefer to be melted down cleanly, to disappear completely? That’s what I’d choose, if it were me.”

“Hey! What do you mean, ‘if it were me’!”

“If hyung no longer existed, and I didn’t have a reason to live anymore, I mean. Irin should be able to see to it, I presume.”

My chest constricted, hearing him say such a thing in a matter-of-fact way. It seemed as though I’d have to figure out a way to live past a hundred, after all. 

The Black Dragon fell silent. Its maw twitched minutely, as though it was preparing to speak, before closing once more. Observing its reaction, the Young Chaos stepped forward.

“Faced with the actual possibility of death, you shy away from the prospect, I see.”

- I…….

“You’re right, Elder, sir. Now that I think about it, if he really longed for death, then he could’ve just committed suicide before you arrived, sir. So you do want to live, after all, Black Dragon-ssi.”

When I jumped in to agree with Chaos’s assessment, entreating it to ‘become more honest,’ the Black Dragon let out an irate growl in response.

- It is being forced to ‘live’ while caged to a blade, where my grievance lies–if there was another way, then of course I would…!

“Then, if there was a way for you to acquire a new body–what shall you choose.”

The Black Dragon fell silent once more after hearing Chaos’s words. Suspicion glinted in its dark eye.

- What would an old codger, who only knows how to forge swords and demolishes all else, know of such a thing.

“You’ve five thousand years on me, mind.”

What a meaningless bickering over age. Stretching out a hand, Chaos jerked me over by the arm.

“In any case–this brat will make that body for you.”

“I beg your pardon, sir?”

- What?

“Don’t you pull hyung into it–..sir. It concerns my blade, and therefore it should be my responsibility.”

Yoohyunie scowled, gripping onto my other arm. The Black Dragon fixed me with a faintly skeptical, appraising look. 

- He looks to be an ordinary human, unlike the Alpha standing beside him.

“This brat is a Nurturer. When it comes to ‘raising,’ his capabilities ought to far surpass even that of the Gardener. Though as only a shard of your heart remains, it should fall quite short of your original body, but it will allow you to roam freely regardless–so, what say you, pray tell.”

Just who was this ‘Gardener’ he mentioned, anyway. He didn’t seem to be using the term in just an occupational sense, as far as I could tell. After a moment of hesitation following the Young Chaos’s words, the Black Dragon finally opened its mouth.

- Is it truly possible? With a mere shard of my heart?

“With the other brat as well, certainly. The ‘Alpha’ who shares your attribute.”

“A shared attribute, sir? The Black Dragon and Yoohyunie?”

At my query, Chaos gave a nod of his head.

“Just so. It is clear, is it not, how it is an ‘Alpha’ with a fire attribute as well. Though, unlike your dongsaeng, the Origin’s power dwelling within it is only slightly over half.”

I looked at the Black Dragon with renewed interest. An ‘Alpha’ with the same fire attribute, huh.

“It’s a sort of ‘kindred entity’ to Yoohyunie, then, sir?”

“Hyung is far more ‘kin’ to me than that thing.”

“What nonsense is this brat spouting now. Despite your blood tie, the two of you can hardly be considered akin to one another.”

He had a point. Tilting my head questioningly, I looked at Yoohyunie. 

“Hyung is like me, right now. We wield the exact same power.”

‘The exact same power’–so it was because of that? I briefly filled Chaos in on my Teacher Skill. Hearing my explanation, the Young Chaos adopted a strange expression of incredulity.

“Regardless–as your dongsaeng is an ‘Alpha’ who possesses a concentrated amount of the Origin’s essence as well, his flesh can be used as an ingredient without further preparations being made.”

“W-what do you mean by ‘ingredient,’ sir! How could you apply such a word to a person! Wait a minute–the Transcendents wouldn’t happen to target Yoohyunie if they discovered that, would they, sir?”

The jellyfish had seemed pretty interested in him, after all. When I clutched Yoohyunie close in horror, Chaos indicated that I should ‘quit making a ruckus’ and continued with his explanation.

“It is merely a matter of it being less fuss, and not the status of being compatible itself which is rare, so cease your fretting. The Origin’s power can be found in even ordinary humans. Given the choice, a Transcendent would likely choose to refine ten thousand beings than go after your dongsaeng. As they must wander far and wide in search of rare Origin energy, it would be the more convenient option for them regardless. A common ‘Alpha’ is roughly the equivalent of around a hundred or so beings, after all.”

“...there’s really such a large discrepancy, sir?”

“It is due to the Origin’s power simultaneously becoming whittled away, in the distilling process of removing ‘impurities.’ If they were ineligible for ‘refinement,’ then they may have been regarded as precious–but those sorts are unable to captivate ‘Alphas.’ And even if they were to capture one, they would be incapable of bringing them to heel.”

But even so, there were still some who endeavored to create an elixir of life by hunting ‘Alphas,’ he added. It made me greatly relieved that we were in modern times when it came to that front, at least. …actually, there were a lot of people even now, who would probably stop at nothing for a way to stop aging, and live an extended life. And there were quite a few horrifying superstitions as it pertained to Awakened, I recalled.(2)

“The Black Dragon’s consciousness fully rousing should also be a consequence of becoming imbued with the energy of an ‘Alpha’ who possesses a similar attribute, and level of purity. Therefore, if its heart shard were to be similarly imbued with a portion of Fire Origin energy as well, it should result in the production a serviceable body.”

So, what do you say, the Young Chaos asked; the Black Dragon’s eye moved in a slow blink. And then, it answered.

- Very well. I shall accept.

- - - - -

(1) 선생님

(2) reference to immortality myths

yj → black dragon: polite formal

yh → black dragon: casual informal

black dragon → yj/yh: casual informal

yj/yh → chaos: polite formal

chaos → yj/yh/black dragon: casual informal/imperative(high→low language)

Q) 혹시 주인공인 한유진의 캐릭터성은 이렇게 만드신 계기나 생각, 중요하게 여기�� 게 있는지 말씀해주실 수 있나요?

[whispersweetnothingsinmyhead]

Rough Night

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Reader

Warnings/Content: Talks of PTSD, trauma, nightmares, sleep paralysis, pre-established relationship, ex-inquisitor reader, rebel spy reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, domestic moments

Comments: Inspired by Nell and Arthur from the haunting of hill house. First whatever this is so be nice, I think this is more general reader I tried to be ambiguous as possible. Can you tell I'm touch starved??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your eyes open to meet the stone ceiling of your home on Yavin. Barely registering the soft comforting glow of the moonlight, too filled with fear from whatever you were previously running from. Instead you make a move to jolt forward, to run. But your limbs make no attempt to move, stuck in place, unable to move. You don't remember the dream you wake up from but you knew it was bad. Your breathing is heavy and you feel like you've just ran across the mountains of the small planet you inhabit. All you know right now is that something is after you, something is coming to burn down this quaint life you've built with Luke. Take you back to Nur, to that dark, lonely place. You feel your muscles go rigid as you try to fight this invisible force. You can hear yourself release some sleep covered whines, not like you want. Your eyesight grows blurred with tears but you strive to see past them anyway.

"Hey, hey." Luke's voice is soft, a bit gruff from sleep but you see him enter your line of sight. A hand landing on your cheek, grounding you. Your eyes meet his sterling blue and you can feel your muscles relax slightly, as they always seem to do around him. "It's been a long time." He shushes you with a soft kiss to your temple, his hand stroking your hair.

"Relax, breathe." He takes a deep breath in and you automatically follow him, his hand now tracing along your neck and arms. Taking your twitching fingers in his grasp to calm them, ground you. "Remember what we talked about? Your body is just moving slow, have to let it catch up." He brings your stiff hand to his lips, softly kissing your fingers as you finally lower your breathing.

"I'm going to turn on the light alright?" His arm that was previously snug under your head shifts as he removes it and your head dips into the pillow underneath you. You wish you could grab him and instead pull him closer but your muscles are still rigid, slowly but surely waking up.

The lamp brightens the room dramatically and before you can take a breathe in Luke is already back beside you, his hand coming back to your fingers. You manage to grasp his hand with the tips of your fingers, the pressure on your chest slowly but surely melting away. You take a deep breathe in, finally fully able to get the oxygen you need. You blink the tears away from your eyes, a few falling down you cheek.

"There we go, just like that, relax." The thumb of his real hand wipes your stray tears away and he leans forward to leave a lingering kiss on your forehead.

Minutes pass like this as you attempt to move, managing to relax and flex your shoulders, wiggle your toes. You close your eyes as you finally regain full control of your body again, a relieved sigh escaping you.

"You want to talk about it?" Luke is still on his side, fingers still tracing your cheek and eyes. You move your head closer to his form. If it was up to you, you would completely melt into him. Let him swallow you whole. You shake your head as a few extra tears make their way to your cheeks.

"I don't remember what I was dreaming. Just that something was after me. Something that was going to hurt you in the process." Your voice is weak, instead savoring the way his feather light fingers trace your eyebrows, your nose.

"Everything is fine, it's just you and me." Luke's voice is calm, like an anchor in a sea of tidal waves. "I'd never let anyone take you away, not again." It's spoken like a promise, and he takes your hand again, grabbing it firmly and bringing it back to his lips to place a kiss on your wrist.

"I know." You whisper and move your hand out of his grasp to softly cup his cheek. His stare is intense but to you he feels like the sun on a cold day, warming you. "I'm sorry I woke you." Your voice wavers but your hand still moves along the smooth skin of his face.

"Stop, you needed me, it's kind of my job."

"It's not your job to take care of me." You argue softly, no bite to your words, just worry. He shouldn't have to sacrifice a good nights sleep for you, shouldn't put his life on hold to pick up your broken pieces.

He knows what you're thinking, "Jokes on you, I like taking care of you." He grows that goofy smile as his hand comes up to cup your own hand that is now trailing his neck. You can't stop the smile that grows on your face as he leans in closer head settling on the pillow beside you. "I know what I've signed up for, I know you, and I'll let you know if I think you're taking advantage of me."

He leans forward and captures your lips into a slow kiss. It's short and sweet but leaves you dizzy in the head. "Thank you." Your voice is nothing but a whisper. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[homestuckreplay]

[S] WV: Be the hero Can Town deserves.

(page 755)

A few weeks ago I asked the question, ‘would WV be a good mayor?’ I confess that I was being a little silly when writing that post, but I am now ready to take a serious stance. In today’s animation, the Wayward Vagabond has cleared their path to the exit, but they’re not willing to escape alone. They’re not going anywhere without their tiny firefly companion and the several dozen cans they’ve personified as citizens. So like a fresh faced gnome in the first chapter of a fantasy novel, they gather up the cans into a pumpkin bindle and carry it over their back with a meter stick, and attempt to rescue everyone. I call that beautiful. If they care this much about cans, imagine how much they might care about members of their own species.

On page 753, Serenity’s Morse code reads LETS GO!!!, and I bookmarked Wikipedia’s handy Morse guide for further use. In this animation, the translations (HURRY UP, IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY? and THIS IS INCREDIBLY SILLY) appear with the Morse on screen. I would have screenshotted and translated if necessary, but it’s nice that this video is so accessible. Especially when this comic has things like Sassacre’s text on page 69 which are pretty challenging to read even as someone with good eyesight.

This animation parallels the end of act 1 flash (p.246) in a couple ways. Both play a Sburban theme as a timer counts down from 30 seconds – a timer that exists for the character, but is displayed to be useful for the viewer and provide a sense of urgency and anxiety, as we watch our current focal character hesitate on their way to accomplishing a goal. Both also feature a second character in that focal character’s life. For John it’s his dad, who’s understandably surprised by the sudden meteor; for WV it’s Serenity, who – as the responsible figure hurrying them out of the bunker – is arguably equivalent to their guardian. In fact, she’s probably a better parent than any of the characters’ guardians so far.

There’s differences, too. The big one is that John wins. He bites that apple just in time to save himself, while WV almost makes it – gets so close that based on this past experience, we think they’re gonna make it – and then they fail. I want WV and their cans to escape so bad, but I’m SO compelled by how this establishes Homestuck as a story where failure at the last second is possible (with a perfect variant on Sburban Jungle and Sburban Countdown to match). The anxiety of the timer is real, we were right to feel that fear, and next time the tension will be heightened even further because we know that things could go either way. The possibilities have opened up so much.

Stylistically, the end of act 1 flash is essentially a series of GIFs linked in succession – examples – with today’s feeling like a far more dynamic animation, with so much continuous movement from WV. The three days without updates leading up to this flash – the longest time so far without a new Homestuck page – has definitely been spent working hard on this, and the extra effort shows. Today’s animation is also far more character focused, compared to EOA1 showing us the environment and the broader situation, which had already been revealed to us. While it would make sense for the end of the timer to mean the end of the act (as before), there’s still so much we don’t know about what’s happening to WV – hopefully the final ‘psyche’ leaves us with a chance to find out.

[paperstreetlocal]

Please expand on your Narrator neurodivergency hcs too if you're willing!! I love the ones you did for Tyler.

this isn't just neurodivergent shit its also like other issues sorry i cant stay on topic

autism wise i dont think he really gets overstimulated ? not the type to have a sensory meltdown or something i feel like he just kinda blocks out everything around him if its too loud or whaetever.disassociates a bit.Textures though……thats a whole other thing i think he ust wears simple somewhat tight clothes.half the reason cuz hes boring and has no fashion sense the other half is he just cant stand having anything excessive on him

ithink he stims in more subtle ways cuz he masks a lot Mostly just taps his foot or bites his nails or fidgets with pens/longer objects and flings them around on accident.i feel like he would touch his hair a lot and always keeps it short and tidy cause he cant stand it eing longer.scratches his forearms Generic stuff like that

his ocd gets really bad tho his brain runs literally 24/7 which pairs w his insomnia and the guy just thinks about bullshit constantly.intrusive thoughts galore I dont think hes a perfectionist by any means but he has to keep certain things tidy/closed or it drives him up the wall.specifically his work cubicle which is a mess but organized to nobody but himself n i think he gets extremely paranoid at times especially right around when he moves in w tyler cuz of the lack of lock on the front door and tht stuff

also when it comes to compulsions i think he bites (previously mentioned) and eats his nails and completely decimates them for several reasons and picks at his skin/scalp/teeth/eyes a lot and not in a hygienic way (do i even need to put this in here? nothing about their house or them is hygienic) and having to move into tylers house fucked up with his routine super badly hedidNotlike it in the slightest

e strikes me as the type to be anemic and always be freezing cold (unlike tyler whos a radiator) and overdresses while outside (him in his silly puffy jackets) and i think he sweats waaay ay too much bad eyesight had glasses at one point but switched to contacts and then got his apartment blown up now he gets eye infections cuz he doesnt have any neww ones

for the schizophrenia stuff i mean. somebody hcs him as schizophrenic somebody as a did system .. . personally im either not sure or he has both but i mostly go w the notion that the whole runtime of fight club was the narrator having a schizophrenic episode and i do think tyler may have appeared earlier on in his life in a different form and he just forgot or wasn't aware it was him.i dont think chuck did his best repping either of the disorders so whatever goes honestly lol (my main issue is you can have alters and be schizophrenic but having an alter AS a hallucination is incredibly odd to me? is that even a thing /genq) neeway dont have any special hcs just whatever happens in the book/movie u know abt that already

also extra stuff for tyler i forgot b4 i think he likes sniffing him.his mind cannot comprehend Not Smelling Like Fucking Shit 24/7 (narrator is somewhat cleaner and thus smells ok sometimes. mostly like sweat though) CONTRARY to that id card (ifykyk) i think his handwriting is AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his ass does NOT write in perfect cursive ik his shit is barely legible Fuck You and he cannot spell longer words like Wednesday what do you think this is ? Spelling bee ?

[starlitcorgi]

Impatiently waiting for the English dub of Solo Leveling. I used to watch all my anime with subtitles but I'm now partially blind.

Not only is it more difficult to see the subtitles but there's another issue that you probably don't even know about if you don't have sight problems.

So when I first lost sight in my right eye I actually didn't even notice it at first. You're probably thinking but how could you not notice 🤔 that one of your eyes was no longer functional? The answer to that is that your brain 🧠 plays a way bigger role in your eyesight than you realise.

The reason I didn't notice was that my brain was filling in the gaps in my vision, basically it was autocorrecting the gaps in my vision. It's this autocorrect function that actually causes me the most problems when trying to watch anime with subtitles. Because like any autocorrect system it's not always that reliable, all to often it gets it wrong.

This leads me to misread words leading to hilarious and embarrassing moments. But when I'm trying to watch and enjoy a show it's just frustrating. Not only that but due to my brain and eyes having to work extra hard to fill in those gaps, I get eye fatigue way easier than I used too.

So now I'm completely dependent on the dub cast for my viewing pleasure. I don't think anyone should be made to feel bad about watching the dub over subtitles. But if you are inclined to pick on people who wait for the dub you might want to think twice and remember that there are many different reasons why people cannot watch with subtitles.

[katyspersonal]

AHHHH

I FORGOT IT WAS YOU WHO WAS OBSESSED WITH ALBERICH!!

IM SORRY!!! I GET IT MIXED UP!!!

or do you both love him

I forget.

ANYWAYS GIVE ME ALL YOUR SILLY THOUGHTS ON HIM YOU MUPPET!!

AHAHAHAHA well it is hard to tell... You see, yeah, me and @heraldofcrow are both his fans... But also not fsdhhfdhfds

(fhsdhfdhfds JHFSDHGFSD OKAY OKAY LOOK Crow sorry idk how to make this meme aroace just imagine that you have a wholesome sleep-over after a night of bad movies and yet you still wish it was Luther LOL fhsdhdfs)

________________

AHAHAHAHAHA okay to the topic now

❤️ Basically, we co-share the headcanons with @val-of-the-north since he learned of the character sooner than I did, yet I was the one who got obsessed xd You can see repetition of a lot of it here: ( x )

❤️ Basically, I think he is having a similar process going on in his body as what Azur and Lusat faced! Only with Blood Glintstone instead of more average "cosmic" one! I see it especially supported by how his headgear looks when altered:

Like... Just TELL me that his upper half of the head is not turning into a glintstone at this rate fdshfhdsfd But I assume similar process is going all over his body, especially his arms. Again, similar to the brothers!

❤️ I think that he drops not his own tongue upon defeat, but rather, he cut off Ensha's tongue for talking shit about him!! Ensha is stated to not only be an unspeaking character, but also have weird 'golden' bones, whereas Alberich is said to have been driven mad by jeering tongues... The item he drops is called 'taunter's tongue' and it IS golden colored, and there is nothing to say the rest of Ensha's body (especially entrails) could not have turned golden as well... Basically, I think it was Ensha who got screwed up fdshfhd But I also fully support Alberich xd

❤️ Yeah, correct, Val infected me with 'Alberich is Gideon's son' headcanon... Which would mean Alberich is at least half-Nox! ( x )

That makes me think that in younger years, Alberich used to have yellow irises, that only turned red as the result of his sorcery.... ...until he simply lost his eyes. lol.

❤️ With that said, of course, Alberich can perceive things perfectly without seeing them! Despite upper half of his face growing bloody Glintstones and him losing normal eyesight, he can still perfectly perceive any creature that has blood in it nearby. Think of a "vision" of bats, or more close to home - vision of Choir, Vileblood guards, etc. Naturally, anyone without blood, or more specifically, without red blood cells, would evade him... Basically, Alberich can't "see" crabs.

❤️ He DOES have vampiric behaviour and features. He will gladly not only use blood of the murdered for more Blood Glintstones, but also to add extra flavour to his tea fsdhfhsd However, he doesn't always have to kill someone. Sometimes, drawing their blood suffices.

❤️ Val was right, lol; Alberich fell for the trap of being able to do any sort of atrocity for as long as he could punish himself for doing so with religious self-flagellation -_- If you ever wronged him - it is a MUCH better idea to let him "punish" you for that, than to resist and become his victim. At least, you will survive the punishment. Like Val said and I seconded, he has a twisted idea on sin + punishment.

❤️ I am not actually as sure at the idea of Alberich having hated Nepheli as Val! I do think the two had a slight age gap, so when Nepheli was a child, Alberich was a teen. But I personally see the two as having had some good bonds as involuntarily siblings! Especially since Alberich was yet to discover the Blood Star as even a concept in his teen years! He however already was fascinated with grim, dark, bloody concepts... So when Nepheli would murder a scary monster and bring it's eye/fang/blood/etc as a trophy - Alberich was sure to find a use for it! He was just a slighly-asshole type of an older brother for her, although he could tell Gideon valued her for merely being easier to control -_-" (we also kinda hate Gideon on this blog fhsdhfd /j)

❤️ He DOES have severe daddy issues, though. That I fully accept. Whenever he accomplishes something important, he does think of how stupid Gideon would feel for not having trusted him.

❤️ He will often speak to himself, and they are some creepy things. He gained his nickname thanks to people who'd overhear him doing so.

❤️ Absolutely agreed that his "politeness" is more often than not a mask. You can only learn more of his true personality by talking to him for more than 2 minutes. But Alberich never counts on a long conversation, all too comfortable being by himself and the "revelation" he discovered. He will kiss lady's hand, though, unless she is like Dolores (masculine) or like Nepheli (feral and a warrior).

❤️ He has sharpened fingernails, though, and enjoys stabbing his own palms to extract blood and cast lesser blood briar sorceries. He will, of course, enjoy scratching his "wrongdoers" with them as soon as he could corner them. He is also especially powerful for a few days every month for no reason in particular

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❤️ + Cut content headcanon! (is this even a thing...?)

The images of his set pieces picture his blood Glintstones having some green part to them. This made me think of Sellen - another sorcerer notorious for her sacrifices of other people in her pursuit! That made me wonder if notably green Glintstones Sellen has emboldened in her crown are of the same nature as Alberich's bloody sacrifices. More specifically; if Glintstones of Alberich are simply more grim and "progressive" nature of Sellen's green Glintstones.

Checking of Alberich's set on my player character unfortunately proven that 'green' part of Glintstones on Alberich's set is simply a design error... maybe? They show up on item image but not on the character. It made me hesitant on the headcanon, but I decided it was still worth a mention!

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Basically, I REALLY love this character, actually!!! I became obsessed with him from the very first day I even learned who he WAS, because the vibe of insanity + blood appeals to me like nothing else! He falls for the trope of a character that witnessed something not meant for humans and went mad that I LOVE, yet he feels so... harmless? So individualistic and genuine? I love that he minds his own business in pursuit, rather than deciding for the rest of the humanity what is good for them. Not counting his unfortunate victims for "bloody sacrifices"... But I feel that he only sacrifices people who were 'bad' and actually committed something evil; Alberich considers his actions as doing them a favour in atoning for their sins. He reminds me of my headcanons on Mic0lash a bit, with my headcanons that Mic0lash believes he is doing his victims a favour, "kindly" letting them be a part of something bigger. Likewise, Alberich believes he is "saving" the sinners. And if he went too far...... right, he simply punishes himself with the briars for that. xd

Thank you for the ask!!

[sighfineillcomeback]

Come Morning Light, You'll be Safe and Sound (First x Reader Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

The sun is what woke you.

Winds still clung to you even in his sleep. The boy made it easy to forget that he was still just a boy. How young most of the boys really were; it hurt to think about how many of them should have been worrying about girls and acne, not the fate of their homes. Why did it seem the cost of doing what was right was so often the blood of children?

Yet they were once again sacrificing themselves to save their homes. You'd shield them from it all if you could and let them grow up like normal kids, but it was too late for that. All you could do was be there when they needed it.

Like right now, Wind always had a hard time waking up after a nightmare. The terror always sapped his energy from him and left him exhausted for days afterward, even if he tried to pretend that it didn't affect him. So it's with your fingers softly running through his hair and gentle humming that you bring him to wakefulness. "Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up." You smiled as you watched him roll away from you.

"Don't wanna," he mumbled sleepily, obviously still half in the land of dreams.

"Okay, then I guess we'll just have to give Rancher your breakfast. Like most kids his age, Wind was food driven, and that was proven by the way he launched up out of bed. You couldn't even try to suppress your laughter.

"You are the best little brother anyone could ask for," You told him as you ruffled his hair.

"I'm not a kid," Wind Declared as he glared at you while fixing his hair.

"Never said you were; now come on, let's go see what the wild child's made for breakfast before someone really does eat it for us." If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say you heard First chuckle, but you doubted that. After all, he made Legend seem like an open book.

Still, it was a nice laugh, warm but understated, like the hint of cinnamon your mother used to put into her tea.

Damn, you still missed her, but it was an old ache. She'd died when you were still little, yet her memory still caught you off guard sometimes. It was a pain most of the group shared; after all, you were just a bunch of unlucky orphans.

*-*-*

Wind had been glued to your side all morning; even after breakfast, he'd insisted on keeping you within eyesight. It made you wonder about what he'd dreamed of last night. Whatever it'd been had to be bad, but you left it alone. You all had parts of your stories you didn't want to talk about, and you'd never push them to talk about something you wouldn't talk about yourself.

You weren't unfamiliar with long lonely nights under the stars or days running on nothing but sheer willpower, nor the way they could leave you feeling helpless with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

So as much as you wanted to pry into Wind's nightmares, you wouldn't. If he ever decided to share, you'd listen, but until then, you'd just comfort him as best you could.

*-*-*

First was worried about the little pirate; his nightmare had left the boy jumpy and on edge, like danger was just around to corner. While being vigilant was good, being hyper-vigilant would do nothing but leave you exhausted and unable to face a threat when one did appear.

Even knowing this, First's own experiences forced him to be on edge at even the slightest hint of trouble. It was all First could do to keep his hand away from his sword. It did calm his nerves a bit to see the young pirate sticking close to you; between your own skills and the boy's, First had no doubt that the two of you would be safe.

Still, by the time the group had stopped to make camp, he was glad it wasn't his night on watch rotation. Even if he doubted he'd actually get them, he'd at least have a chance at a few extra hours of sleep. Most of them suffered from nightmares of some sort, and First had his own share of demons that chased him in his sleep.

Even so, he wasn't happy that you and Wind would lose more sleep tonight, but that was what it was. Neither you nor the boy would stand for being treated differently than everyone else, and First could understand that. You and Wind had both earned your scars, and come morning light, he had no doubt that the two of you would be safe and sound.

*-*-*

First was surprised when you sat by him for supper; he'd assumed you'd still be angry with him.

"Thanks for not saying anything about Wind." You said while watching the hero in question as he seemed to be regaling Four with a tale of his time at sea. Wind always seemed to speak with his hands as much as his words. It made First wonder if he could decipher the story all the way over here.

"I understand the boy's pride. And besides, you seemed to have the situation well in hand." Told you after taking a sip of his soup.

"I'm surprised to hear that from you." You teased First, who stared off into the distance before nodding to himself.

"I know you can handle yourself; it's just that you remind me of someone I lost a long time ago, and given who you're surrounded by, I'm sure you can understand what that's like." You didn't know how to respond to that.

Not only was it the most he'd spoken about his past, but he was also right; you did know how it almost felt like you could lose them all over again.

"What were they like?" You asked on impulse, and you almost kicked yourself for it. It was obvious that this was a sensitive topic you were prying into.

"Smart, kind, and beautiful." So this wasn't just someone he cared about; it'd been someone he loved. "But they were far too trusting. That's ultimately what got them killed in the end." Hearing First talk about them explained a lot about his behavior.

After all, wasn't that the same reason you were so protective of Wind because he was the closest in age to your Link before he died, and the thought of another hero dying that young made you sick to your stomach.

"I understand how hard that can be," You said while watching your favorite pirate as he waved his hands in a way that reminded you of storm waves.

"It must be hard for you to be here surrounded by reminders of your loss." First Said as you took a bite of your bread. You thought about how to best reply as you chewed.

"Not as much as you'd think; what really upsets me is how young most of them were when their journeys started." You admitted it wasn't something you'd voice to most of the chain, but it wasn't like First was known to be chatty.

"I can't say I'm a fan of children fighting what should have been adult battles either, but Hyila is neither kind or merciful." You were surprised by the anger in his voice. Sure, he'd been angry, but you'd never heard this level of rage from him before. It was enough to shock you into silence for the rest of the meal.

@my-insanity-is-an-artform

[necroangelz]

haiy ., 🪽 pleas😓‼️ /nf

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infodump about an oc

I'll be discussing a newer oc in this post, riamu yumemi......! yea she's based on the im@s character so what... i used the character's name and used her appearance as inspo as well but that's about it. others may find unintentional similarities between the two though

i know nothing about im@s riamu it just... felt right to me to make the oc based on her ig? idk anyway here we go

picrew linkie melanin added by yours truly

so this riamu is a mad scientist girly who is absolutely Not professional enough for her job! she never follows lab safety precautions, none of her experiments are legal, she constantly causes explosions or invents a new virus on accident or creates deadly military weapons and she's an absolute liability to the corporation she works for. not that they can fire her though :) she's too valuable to them :) and bad things will happen if they fire her :)

not only that but she's also a nightmare to be around

she has very volatile and explosive mood swings and sometimes lies about shit for fun and makes people vaguely uncomfortable and she kiiinddd offf has a god complex?? but come on she's just a silly hyper girly :3 she's not really mean to people she's just .... a lot to handle and overwhelming

riamu is obsessed with presenting herself in a certain way, rn she's trying to present herself as a quirky and cutesy anime girl. she dyed her hair to stand out more and she dresses up in jfashion... even when she's at work. its obvious she forces herself to behave differently too. she forces herself to be outspoken, bubbly, charismatic, and basically just super duper different. she wants to stand out and make an impression on people's minds and god she does it so well. her behavior gets on people's nerves but lots of people end up being intrigued and drawn to her even tho they dislike her. so instead of disliking her they end up loving her too

speaking of love riamu is . absolutely desperate for love but she can't keep a relationship to save her life. instead she chases after unattainable beings that she can't even date, including:

1. the cute lady who recently gained superpowers and goes around and fights crime (i inserted this character bc i thought it would be funny to make this a universe with like stereotypical superheroes and villains and shit). riamu is very obsessed with her and claims that the superhero is in love with her too but that's... really not how it is. riamu keeps a collection of "proofs" proving the superhero reciprocates her feelings and she's really just reaching so hard man. the superhero avoids fighting riamu and battling her because any interaction or confrontation at all will just enforce riamu's beliefs that they're in love

2. an AI system created by one of her co-workers that's meant to help around the laboratory. riamu please stop trying to seduce the lab's AI and turn it evil. it cannot feel any type of attraction and it would be largely inconvenient if it attempted to commit omnicide against humans and the whole planet

3. speaking of AIs that commit omnicide riamu also has a fictional crush on AM from i have no mouth and i must scream.

that's all i have to say for now about riamu. extra fun facts about her:

- she permanently cured her own bad eyesight on her own but she still wears glasses as an accessory

- she wears an eyepatch sometimes but everyone knows damn well she doesn't need one

- some comments her co-workers have made about her: "i don't like thinking about her." "she's fun but... you really can't take her anywhere." "id say she'd be benefited by therapy but nothing can help her anymore." "she owes the corp 10 zillion dollars" "i think everyone should be less critical of her" "the other day she tried to stab everyone in the room and then herself. this isn't the first time this happened." "she's helped the entire country with her innovations but also she's capable of destroying the whole planet" "she's a genius! :3" "I'm subscribed to her onlyfans"

okay that's all goodbye!

[frostbite-yinny]

Hiya! I would love to know what pokemon are adoptable currently-@pokeperformer

Oh! Well, its nice to see more people wanting to adopt :D I see that you are a performer @pokeperformer so I'm gonna cut out Pokemon that would need extra care, starter materials and strictly battler and strictly house Pokemon and give you a few recommendations; (for the actual adopting progress, I'm gonna need to do a background check XD too many 'evil teams' trying to get pokemon from our shelter)

Pearl the prinplup; This little lady actually used to be a contest Pokemon! She is quite high-energy but could be kind of a diva and she gets jealous a tad too easily. She was brought here because her owner though she looked 'ugly' after her accidental evolution and didn't want her.

Biscuit the Purugly; Sadly, she has a scar on her face that pulls up the corner of her lip. The owner used to let it out unsupervised so he doesn't know how this injury happened. She is an expensive bred that 'lost her value due to the scar' so the owner didn't want to keep her anymore.

Blitzy the three-legged vulpix; Her right front leg was badly injured in a battle but the trainer never got it looked at. He got caught by an officer and she brought this little boy in. It had to be amputated but he moves just fine, using his tails to keep his balance.

Nidorina; She was a catch and dump, and apparently had low IVs. She is extremely playful and friendly. We couldn't release her because she straight-up refused to leave. She has heterochromia along with bad eyesight in one eye. You will need to make sure she keeps both her eyes open and she might improve.

Now, some newly hatched Pokemon I would recommend; (because we had a BIG load of eggs dumped in our shelter and they all hatched pls help there is way too many baby pokemon)

Pichu, Tauros, a blind riolu, tentacool, snorunt, a spheal with bad lungs that will heal with time, 3 nidorans, zubat, twin eevees that are smaller than average, a VERY angry shellos (he was born angry), 15 ledyba's (I hate shiny hunters) AND an always tired Togepi

If you want to know more, we'll probably have different ones tomorrow XD

[slashingdisneypasta]

*deep breathes* I have some writing for the wolves. This idea came to me a couple of hours before I woke up, and I couldn't go back to sleep because of it XD (btw, I have seen your ask, and I'm in love with it! I'll answer it as soon as I can! ^^)

This is based on the idea of them all being a family Granny being near sighted, and the others have to go looking for him... With the added extra of X reader~

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"Gran? Are you sure it's ok to go out there alone right now?"

"Aw, don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've been huntin' in these woods 'fer years." Granny, one of your husbands, assured you with a smooth smile as he stretched; rolling his broad shoulders, popping his neck, before getting on all fours ready to dash out. Clearly, he was trying to annoy your other mate, Big Bad. And judging by that annoyed huff along with the amused high-pitched giggling you hear behind you, it was working, "Nothin' has changed about it. I'm not gonna get lost."

Honestly, the confidence radiating off of Granny would usually have been enough to sway you into trusting him to get back home safe, even with the huntsman wandering around. But not tonight, "Honey, I love you. But you were just hexed by a witch just two days ago, and your eyesight hasn't gotten any better! Shouldn't you at least take Kiddy or Big Bad with you?"

"Nah, nah. Don't worry about it, doll. I'll be fine." The Wolf insisted, only glancing at you briefly before running out the door, leaving a small dust cloud behind. He must have been desperate to get out the door. You just sigh and walk back inside your cottage to wait with Big Bad and Kiddy.

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"Alright, it's getting dark now. Where is Granny?"

You were pacing in the main room now, glancing out the window every so often to check the time (the clock was broken during the last scuffle between Granny and Big Bad). You tried not to let your worry show for Kiddy's sake. No doubt he was wondering the same thing as you as he wstched you with a whimper. But the higher the moon got, the worse you and Kiddy were getting.

Seeing that you two were just going to keep fretting, Big Bad heaved out a sigh and walked over to you to wrap an arm around you. It was time he did something about this, "C'mon, Y/N. You heard the old lady. He's fine! Just sit down before you walk a hole in the floor."

"But what if he isn't??" You shot back. Not even Big Bad's big arms could help you right now, "He's never gone hunting with one of his senses weakened before! What if he can't see any hunters sneak up on him?"

"He's still got his nose. He'll smell 'em before they can grab their axes."

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head, noticing Kiddy cautiously approach you both with his ears pinned back. You glanced to Kiddy and scratched his ears to comfort him, smiling when he leaned his head into your hand, before looking back up to Big Bad, "Well... Could you go make sure Granny is ok? For me?"

Even with Kiddy's insistent "Yeah-yeah-yeah!" In support of your request, your oh-so-lovely mate let out a groan at it. You opened your mouth to ask him again, before you notice a certain clever glint in his eyes. You already knew what was on his mind before he smirked devilishly down at you, "What's in it 'fer me, doll~?"

Oh. It looked like you would have to bribe him tonight. This was common in the world of baddies you've learned, but you were still getting used to it. And you knew, as his mate, there was only one thing Big Bad was looking for from you. It did cause a tiny smirk to pull at the corner of your lips though, despite your anxious mood, "Ok, Bad. If you bring Granny back home safely, then I promise, I'll make it worth your while." As to seal the deal, you stood up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his muzzle, "Now will you go check on him?"

"Hmmm... I suppose I can go bring 'im back home. Can't say no to my sweetheart~" His sharp teeth flashed momentarily in his smile before he unwrapped his arm from you. With a quick lick to your cheek, Big Bad made his way out the door. Judging by the smug aura radiating off of him, he was going to rub this little deal in Granny's face when he found him.

You smiled a little, feeling relief wash over you. Until Kiddy started to follow Big out the door. Thinning quickly, you carefully grabbed his shoulder to get his attention and stop him. He looked back to you with a confused tilt of his head, before melting in your arms when you kissed his snout and hugged him, "Hey, 'Hon? You wanna stay back here with me? We can keep each other company until they get back. Big Bad won't give up a chance to hold this over Granny's head, so he should find him soon."

Usually, you didn't mind all three of them out of the house. But Granny wasn't the only one you were concerned for; you knew how close he and Kiddy were. And right now, you could see the usual unhinged look in his eyes was a bit worse with his own worry. If you guys had to make sure Kiddy didn't accidentally kill himself on a normal day, you could imagine how bad of an idea it would be to send Kiddy out in the state he was in now.

Luckily, it didn't take too much to sway your third mate. With the promise that his friend would be back soon and he'd get you to himself for a short while, Kiddy nodded and followed you back inside. The second you sat down, he curled up around you and started nuzzling you and giving you lick kisses, pulling giggles out of you. At least you two didn't have to worry alone.

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I'm not quite sure if I got these fellas right. I'm getting flashbacks to when I first wrote for the weasels and was trying to get their personalities down XD I hope this gets you as excited as it got me! ^^

What's in it for you Big Bad? What's in it for you?? Are you trynna turn me on sir?

Oh my god.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this so good!! I have to read this a million times, immediately, right now XD

Everything about this is so excellent XD Granny calling reader sweetheart?? Assuring reader he would be fine?? Big Bad not caring about Granny being away but trying to comfort Y/N??? In his own less-then-empathetic way?? Asking what's in it for him!?? That really set me of off, I'm so sorry XDD And Kiddy being worried about Granny too but willing to stay back with Y/N??? Ahh! Just so hot, and sweet, and soft all at once!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN!

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

Dear Thalia (or should I say Pinecone Face),

You know what's worse than having dyslexia? Having dyslexia and bad eyesight and arthritis. But you wouldn't know, would you? Off topic, sorry..... I'm writing this letter because it's been a long time since we've talked. But, there's something else too. I haven't been feeling well the past few days.

Past few years, I've been understanding how Gary felt all those years ago, why he felt so grumpy. Right now, it's getting really worse. Every day, it's like my breaths are shortening. I can't get around the house anymore. I feel weak. And to be honest, as much as I would hate to tell annabeth and estelle who have been taking good care of me, I think I'm going to pass away soon. I know, I've said that many times throughout my life, but I think it's the right time. I think they know too. Annabeth has tears in her eyes whenever I see her. Estelle has been spending extra time lately, giving me soup and blankets, as if covering her own misery.

But, can I tell the truth? I don't feel bad. I feel...happy. From when I was little, people constantly told me I would die quickly and painfully. But here I am, a happy man with three kids and the most wonderful wife in the whole world. My best friends and I have grown old together and had kids, which is the best a demigod can get

I wanted to write this letter to tell you something and that is: Keep going. Keep having fun, hunting monsters and making the world a safer place to live in. Keep taking young girls under your wing. Tell them stories, stories of how you saved the world and my wife.

And thank you. For being there at my side when I needed your support most. Thank you for being the punk princess sister I always needed (do the kids say punk anymore?). This is my last goodbye before I head to Elysium, where I'll wait patiently along with charles, silena and jason for annabeth and the rest of the seven, and we'll have fun. But don't be sad: Hold fast, Pinecone Face. Love you forever, even if I'm not

Yours lovingly, Percy (Kelp Face)

Thalia doesn’t keep many things in the hundreds of years she’s been alive. 

But long ago, there were people, their names all but distant memories, who mattered in her 1st lifetime. It’s their things that stay hidden in her bag, reminding her of her mortal life. 

A blue hoodie, worn almost threadbare. The scent of its original owner, long since leached from the fabric. But if she closes her eyes, she can almost see the blue eyes of her first and only love. 

A pair of glasses. Frames cracked and crooked. A reminder of a brother she never got to truly know. 

A baseball cap. It’s magic long faded, branded with a forgotten logo. Memories of a blonde girl laughing hidden deep within. 

A letter. Ink fading, paper yellow. The last words of a dying friend. Words that wish her well, words that wished her well in a world they had fought side by side to save. 

Thalia doesn’t keep a lot of things, but even after all this time, Luke, Jason, Annabeth, and Percy will stay with her forever. The memories of her first family to remind her why life is so beautiful.

[medicatedsilence]

I really tried to not go overboard but now i have again over 200GB of CC for Sims4. Ive basically been treating the game like a dollhouse the last few weeks, rarely going into gameplay, toying with the idea of going vanilla+ because i have a last exception error for a mod i dont want to live without lol Ive watched and executed the tutorials for several fixes including fixing broken meshes, remove shine spots, buff replacements, loading screen replacements, plumbbob replacements. i have recolored Maxis dresses to assure myself i can do it. I did it in PicsArt tho, it still worked. I know i absolutely still love the gameplay although not always the restraints of the game as is so there are mods id have to keep. My cc is all over the place, prehistoric to cyberfuturistic, im holding to CC i think might be broken or at least the functionality was broken. I have functional items i dont know what they go to like wires and outlets that say for TV but nothing happens. I really like using the extra extra small preset to make the sims shrimp sized right now. thats all i wanted to say, i might post a sim collage later, idk mine are so mediocre compared to the ones ive seen. i have really bad eyesight so my husband put a tvscreen thats much bigger than my computer screen in its place which has made seeing the screen easier and harder at the same time. im currently using a 32inch Sanyo for my PC.