#some old thingy thing I decided to continue

[s2pdoktopus]

Taking a break with nephew or something

[diamondzart]

I know Toy Story 4 is not really loved by the masses, but I can’t help admitting that I’m that person who loves it just as much as the trilogy. I was really excited about it back in 2019 and even had a little bit of hyperfixation on it. I really adore the concept of lost toys who live on their own. As much as Woody’s choice in the end was unexpected, I think it opened big possibilities for post-canon ideas. Like this one! I decided to design his possible appearance after a couple of years of living outside with Bo. Description under the cut!

I noticed what was missing from those few fanarts on events after the end of Toy Story 4 that I found on the internet. Bo Peep is all so cool and fancy with her hook, raincoat and all sorts of useful thingies that she carries with her, and Woody is just clean and unscathed, as if he just yesterday got out of a dry and warm room. Naaah he wouldn’t stay like this for long 😆

Because what is lost toy’s life? Dirt, unforeseen damage and the need to periodically fight off stray animals. Moreover, we already know that Woody has a tendency to get into troubles. Moreover, he is a rag doll — that is, more than Bo is vulnerable to problems like unstable humidity, getting stuck somewhere with his limbs and getting attacked by cats / dogs / raccoons / whatever else they can encounter. He should become as hardcore as Bo after a couple of years, because otherwise there is no way to survive in this world.

The “raincoat” is of nylon, most likely cut out parts of an umbrella that someone conveniently lost in the park during stormy weather. The trick is that it’s waterproof, since when you are made out of natural fabric, it's important not to get wet as much as possible. Moreover, Woody is quite old, and he should be concerned about the condition of his fabric if he does not want to literally fall apart after a couple of years of such adventures.

The holster is used as a pocket for small things, here it’s used for matches and paper clips, which can be useful in different situations. For matches, a striking surface from a matchbox is attached to the outer side of the right boot. This will allow to quickly light a match by yanking a foot down while holding match to it and thus minimize extra full-body movements, which can be useful in an emergency situation. I think that this can be effective not only for lighting up spaces, but also for scaring away animals, especially small ones like rats.

The hook is a pencil and a fishhook with a broken tip, strapped with duct tape. Basically an analogue of Bo’s hook but made from improvised materials. As we have already seen in her example, it is an excellent utility for crossing various obstacles and, if necessary, for self-defense.

Stitches and scuffs. Both Bo Peep's arms were broken off and are taped back. That means, free living involves the regular risk of losing limbs. Even in an antique store, Woody got his foot stuck somewhere several times, which suggests that either himself or with the help of some stray animal he lost one or another limb and had to sew it back on his own or with Bo’s assistance. He will have to overcome his fear of being broken and accept this as a new part of his existence.

These were general notes on this sketch! Perhaps I will continue to develop this idea in order to find some new interesting solutions.

[hypewinter]

3 HC/AU Prompt Thingy (3)

1). Box Ghost hears he was powerful and feared I'm the Dan timeline, gets ripped

2). Jason, as a reverent can hit ectoplasm ghosts

3). Guys Night Out (choose whatever ghosts you want)

(I love making these and your the only one who writes for them, :))

Ok hear me out: Full DILF box ghost. Don't scroll away and just give me a second of your time ok?

Boxy gets swoll. Real swoll. His gimmick might still be dumb but now he's so strong that no one dares to point that out anymore. That being said, he is still the best dad ever to Boxed Lunch. I'm talking about helping her tie her shoes, being a willing participant in her tea parties, tucking her in at night, the works. He's such a good father that when Boxed Lunch asks for a super rare Orphan toy that was only ever distributed in Gotham, he immediately agrees to get it for her.

Johnny 13 hears about Box Ghost's little outing and invites himself along as he wants to get Kitty some new jewelry to make up for their last fight. Thus begins a wild night for Boxy and Johnny as they both have a heart to heart (now that Johnny 13 can't make fun of him for fear of being punted through a wall) plus they even bond over how much they love the women in their lives.

All is going well. The boys have done some fun stuff around the city, gotten up to a little mischief, and even picked up Johnny's apology jewelry. The only thing left is Boxed Lunch's toy. As they're scouring an abandoned warehouse full of discontinued toys that's when Jason drops it. He'd been getting reports of strange occurrences all night from his men and he'd finally been able to track it down to this warehouse. Of all the things Jason anticipated, it was not two weird looking metas going through boxes. But nevertheless he has a job to do.

He aims his gun at the two metas and demands they step away from the boxes. They don't. Why would they? They're ghosts, this human can't hurt them. Sure enough when Jason eventually fires at their knees after a couple of warning shots, the rubber bullets go right through. Jason is shocked to say the least. And now his mind is whirring a mile a minute trying to figure out how those two just did that. Meta powers? Hidden tech? How is he going to deal with this? He doesn't want to go through the embarrassment of calling for backup.

Johnny 13 on the other hand, is pretty peeved this guy won't leave them alone. He's ruining their night out! So he decides to scare him. Maybe that will make him leave. So Johnny gets right up in Jason's fac- er mask and lets out a pretty impressive ghostly howl if he does say so himself. Except instead of running away, Jason instinctively punches him. In the nose. And it hurts. A lot.

So now Johnny is reeling in pain, Jason realizes he can take care of these guys the old fashioned way and Boxy has finally found the Orphan toy. "Oh no!" I hear you say. "The fight of the century between Boxy and Jason is about to go down!" Actually no. Not really.

Box Ghost has been teaching Boxed Lunch about conflict resolution recently and he is not about to let his actions contradict his words. So he explains the situation to Jason. Jason for his part is a little miffed but understanding. You're just trying to be a good father. I get it. Besides these toys are just gonna collect dust in here anyways. Oh but you do have to return the jewelry. *Sad (and pained) Johnny 13 noises*

Jason kinda feels bad for the whole, punching Johnny in the nose thing (even though it was totally his fault) so he offers to take them to find non-stolen jewelry for Kitty instead. Thus the boys night continues! Now with extra shenanigans.

[polliwoggers]

been struggling to draw lately so i went through some older stuff of mine and found this, only to realize i never posted it. i don't imagine anybody's still doing stuff for this weird social media-clan au thingy anymore, now that the meme of it has died down, but anybody's free to these names for whatever uses they want, if they want them :)

bonus lore to get it out of my head:

Yarrow-whisker was the previous medic before Quarrypaw, who has yet to gain their full status as a medicine cat in their absence

Geckopaw and Prairiepaw are siblings. Yewtail is only a so-so mentor at the best of times, so Foxfire effectively mentors them both. However, Prairiepaw has swooped in to support Yewtail when they decide to do something stupid and unsustainable on multiple occasions. they really shouldn't have been granted an apprentice tbh. i recently re-read Fire and Ice in the original warriors series so the parallels to Graystripe being a poor mentor to Brackenpaw are intentional

Skypelt came out of retirement to mentor Duskpaw, since they serve such similar real-life purposes. Skypelt doesn't understand everything their apprentice says or does but is generally supportive of such a similar application

Marsh-singer, Whitestep, and Thymeface are all siblings, and are collectively the youngest of the warriors (not accurate to the actual ages of the applications, but eh). to say they are all total gossips would be an understatement. they're also really interchangeable and forgettable. like the Runningwinds of apps.

depending on how positively you want to view the whole "reincarnation" trope some of the canon warriors books have, you could say that Tickpaw is a reincarnation of Musiclight. Otherwise, they just look really similar.

all of the "Cats Outside of Clans" cats are kittypets, with the notable exception of Furzebark, who is a banished rogue with a concerning amount of influence on the Clan(s?). maybe there's a whole band of rogues who are based on insidiously/surprisingly influential applications or online entities! various appstore/playsotre applications could fall under this category, as well as like. roblox, apparently. which is beyond weird to me since that's a game and not a wider application, but it got scarily profitable during lockdown, so...

Redpaw was Yewtail's sibling, but died during their apprenticeship. Probably to the same thing that killed Gravelpounce, but i have no idea what that would be

Flaxflower is generally considered WAY too old to still be alive (since the real internet explorer died a bit ago by now), but since he'd "find a way to be late to his own funeral", he has yet to kick the bucket.

the whole twittypet drama is EASILY the juiciest gossip the clan has had in ages, ESPECIALLY the half-clan checkmark-kits. in-universe, im interpreting the poor management of twitter that's been driving it into the ground irl as a negligent cat owner unintentionally driving their pet to spend more time outdoors with other cats (namely, dashclaw) to get away from them, which resulted in kittens. drummed-up anti-kittypet sentiment aside, many clan cats looking in on the situation just feel bad for her.

Vinewatcher is the most consistently "present" of the StarClan spirits, but is also the most consistently unhelpful. numerous potential prophecies later turned out to just be inside jokes of theirs they decided to continue rehashing into the afterlife. Quarrypaw, having not gotten much experience identifying what makes a legitimate prophecy yet, finds this exceptionally annoying behavior, and would like them to stop. They do not.

[yanmuffins]

also, another thing (yes, i'm trying to procastinate again and then making u bear with me rambling) I love to draw reader wearing alternative clothing, or sometimes, just some tomboyish, lil' punk inspired style

idk, I feel like it gives some more life at them or smth

we both know that I usually prefer to draw the reader fem, but If i, someday, decide to draw them male or just gn, I think I would still insist in something different from the usual

idk, for male I would probably draw them in more fem styled clothing, throw some pink around and poke at skirts and maybe some dresses-shirts, If i feel daring (which I prob would, y'know, with the whole male-reader-drawing thingy)

for gn, I would probably just draw them in mandrake male, firstly because the style is comfortable, both to draw and to wear, and secondly because it is a subculture of the country where I live, which makes me more happy to draw it

can I be so for real right now? I do not see vampire!reader wardrobe staying the same doll, rich girl, homeschooled, butler loving thing forever

yeah, I could still see them envolving into goth, maybe romantic goth while we're at It, but wouldn't It just be funnier If It didn't?

so, after the vampirification, what if the reader start wearing smth really different from the batfam?

like, gyaru, punk (but REAL punk, with with pointy hair and various piercings), or fem mandrake, but with the crazy male mandrake hair with these neon drawing at the scalp that glow in the dark

yeah, it's a big leap, but it's a fun one too

(or maybe vamp!reader could put some sexy leather too, idc, I just want to give the batfam a headache! 😉👍)

thanks for reading my rambling, I must go back to hating to draw Damian (←😒) right now 😔💔

girl we’re from the same country (≧◡≦) ♡

i want to ramble and prattle about this so hard and give it a super long answer but!!! SPOILERS for my upcoming post on vampire! reader’s fashion i’m afraid.

vampire! reader's overall style holds a place dear to my hear, and is also relevant to the fic!

i'm not gonna lie, i envision vampire! reader to be more on the hyperfeminine side of things. pre-vampire-embrace she already wore exclusively black (with pops of white), shades of grey and a daring burgundy here and there, and i decided on those colors mostly to match her somber/modest/elegant choices when it comes to clothing and to match the wayne and, overall, just gotham's aesthetic. even as vampire! reader grows out of her dolly-like clothes, she was pretty much raised on designer and that's pretty much what she wears and will continue to wear. as in, new dior spring/summer collection just dropped? gotham's local store already has it ready for her to pick up. it comes naturally to her, it's just how alfred/bruce (mostly alfred) raised her.

also, spoiler: she feels like dressing on old-timey, vintage outfits makes her feel closer to her grandma. this also thanks to alfred's influence, who gave her access to martha wayne's wardrobe. she does enjoy wearing her grandma's old clothes. not the pearls, though.

considering her clan (👀), it's very fitting.

however!!!

i do find the idea of an alternative vampire! reader very interesting and fun to play around with, giving her (or him. or them) different personalities, reactions and upbringings which will lead her to be more suitable to different vampire clans. stereotypical, yeah, but a punk or cybergoth vampire! reader would make a great brujah or gangrel. gyaru or lolita! vampire reader could be a toreador or a malkavian. she grows out of her frilly socks and petitcoats and really finds herself in alternative styles.

now with our current vampire! reader's style transition, i'll save that for that one (amazing) ask to really yap about that.

and honestly? i don't believe the clothes themselves would really make the batfam scream cry and throw up (with the exception of alfred, but he'll get over it). it might make bruce and dick side-eye her a bit, but jason would find vampire! reader's mandrake/punk hair awesome. steph would be in love with gyaru/lolita vampire! reader's outfits.

unless we're talking about sexier outfits, like you said, leather and such. which i won't expand upon here, but that would surely make them uncomfortable.

but, much like our og vampire! reader, what really bothers them is the change in attitude, in company, in behavior. she was so quiet and demure before, going out during business hours and mostly coming home before it got dark, or at least sticking strictly to curfew. she barely had any friends. but suddenly she's hanging out with some person she met who knows where, frequenting nightclubs and coming home close to dawn? acting distant and avoidant towards her family (who didn't really pay her much mind but that's irrelevant)? now that grinds their gears.

but if we want to get away from that hyperfeminity post-embrace, i can see og! vampire! reader gravitating towards something like this:

[kitthepurplepotato]

Week 7 - It’s just a cold, Izu!

Summary: Midoriya can’t handle his love ones being sick and Y/N can’t handle Izuku when he’s freaking out for no reason. The duo has their first proper fight but Mama Katsuki and Auntie Inko are here to help.

Warnings: Swear words, a bit of angst, Y/N has a cold.

First Part Master List

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Things went back to the good old ways after all the drama during the camp; Midoriya worked a full week without a single day off, you worked your ass off on your commissions to have some money to buy the latest hero merch, All Meowth continued to get fatter and fatter so you decided to alter his fancy ass feeder but even though Midoriya isn’t home at all he somehow still manages to change the settings back in those 5 fucking hours he’s home. It’s a pain.

Sometimes, Midoriya manages to get into his bed. Sometimes, he just sleeps on the sofa. And sometimes, more often than not, he just curls on himself by the end of your bed like a little stray cat and sleeps for a few hours, not even changing into his pajamas which usually ends up with you changing your bedding after finding mud or blood - or whatever pro hero Deku decided to roll himself into during his mission - on your sheets. Thankfully, Izuku has a super high tech washing machine x dryer combo with a built-in washing detergent and fabric softener dispenser, so the only work you need to do is fold it and put it away. That doesn’t make changing the sheets less annoying though. You might need to ask Midoriya if there’s a device for that too.

Are you bothered by Midoriya sleeping by your feet like a fucking dog? Yes.

Would you rather have him sleep like a normal human being, snuggled into your back cozily? Yes.

Will you ever tell him that? Probably no.

Well, listen. Things might be back to normal but your feelings are not. It’s nearly impossible for you to sleep on the days he decides to sleep in your room. He also mumbles a lot before he actually falls asleep, his mutters usually consist of him saying sorry and talking about consent and about his terrible day and you do respond, especially when he starts beating himself up for doing “the wrong thing” but you are quite sure he thinks it’s his mind speaking back to him in your voice by the way he just ignores them.

For your surprise, after his fifth day of working non-stop Midoriya actually manages to come home on time; and by “on time” you mean 8PM instead of the usual 2AM. You look at the poor guy like you’ve seen a ghost.

“What? I mean what are you doing here? I mean, you live here but… Are you hurt? Did something happen? Izuku, are you an apparition?” Your voice sounds really raspy compared to your usual sound but you blame it on not speaking for 5 days. “Oh, maybe you are just that holographic thingy you have in your bracelet.” You move towards the ghost by the entrance, grabbing his beautifully sculpted bicep to prove your point. Oh. “You are here. Wow.” You snicker awkwardly, giving his bicep another squish because… well… you fucking can.

“Sweet Pea, are you okay? You act a little bit weird and I’m not talking about the part where you squished my arms, twice, but… you don’t really sound coherent?”

“Nah, I’m all fine!” You laugh like a maniac, waving your hands in front of you so aggressively you almost knock one of Izuku’s ‘welcome figurines’ off the shoe cabinet.

Yes, you guys have a bunch of figurines by the entrance to welcome the guest, mostly of the Deku squad so they feel loved and cherished. “I’m peachy.” You try to laugh but your face contorts into something extremely unappealing right before you sneeze and headbutt the door frame. “Ahh, allergies.”

Okay, you have a confession to make…

You’ve been feeling under the weather for a while now. You were okay when you came back home, but on the third day, your throat got a bit itchy and your mind a bit fuzzy. That didn’t stop you from working through the whole day, drawing, cooking, taking care of the laundry and the garden and trying your best to scrub out the blood of Izuku’s dirty clothes which probably didn’t help with your worsening condition.

It’s really not that bad though. Back when you had a job you went in to work when you were sick with no problem at all. It’s really not the end of the world…

… for you.

Apparently, it is the end of the world for the hero in front you.

“I’m calling the hospital, Sweet Pea! Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me you’re feeling unwell, you could have died! Oh my god.” Midoriya freaks out completely. He throws all his stuff on the floor with a loud bang and comes closer to you, his palms on your forehead in only a millisecond.

“Izu come on, let’s watch a movie, I want to snuggle up! I haven’t seen you for 5 days! Also, stop bleeding over my bedsheets I had to change them three times this week! Just put on a bandaid or sleep without your clothes! Wait… no… don’t sleep in my bed without your clothes on, you might set my sheets on fire with your hot ass.”

Shut. Up. For the love of god, just shut up.

“Oh my god, you are burning up.” Midoriya declares, ignoring your rambles. Well, thank fuck for that.

“Aww, thank you!”

“No… I mean yes, but no, you have fever! It’s really dangerous to have a fever, Y/N!” He reprimands with tears pooling in his beautiful eyes and you can’t help but laugh.

“Says the guy whose life is literally in danger 14 hours a day. Come on now, change into your pj’s!” You try to pull the hero in by grabbing his hand on your forehead, but he doesn’t move.

Midoriya is having a meltdown. Internally. And externally as he can’t stop muttering. He drops on his knees right in front of you, hugs your legs and just mutters and mutters and mutters…

“It’s just a cold, love.” You kneel in front of him to swipe your fingers underneath his teary eyes to dry the skin. “Do heroes not get cold?”

“I should have realized something’s wrong, but your snores were so cute…”

“My what?!” You yell, trying your best not to cough all over the hero afterwards.

“You snored a bit yesterday. It’s was so adorable. I should have known you are getting sick. You never snore.”

The fact that he knows that makes you wonder how many times he ended up in your room without your knowledge and you should probably be concerned, but this is Mr. Green flag. He might not know the word ‘personal space’ but he can’t even hurt a fly. Literally.

You wanted to buy a Venus flytrap and Deku started crying because the plant is carnivorous and it would kill the flies around the house. You really had to stop yourself from telling him about where meat comes from. If Izuku would take a few seconds to think about that he would go vegan in a heartbeat.

Wait, how did you end up on this topic?

Also, why are you flying right now? Oh, Midoriya is taking you to your bed.

“Izu, I don’t want to sleep! I want to watch something!”

“You are going to bed and I’m going to get a bucket of water and a sponge. Then I’m going to the conbini to buy you medicine then I’ll cry in the shower.”

“Izu, you are overreacting.” You sigh. Yes, you do feel a bit weird but it’s really not that bad. This drama is uncalled for.

“Okay, I’m calling the ambulance.” Deku puts you down on your bed and gets his phone out to actually make a call. You really want to fangirl over the fact that his background is one of the pictures the gang took while camping and you are also on the picture but even with a high fever, you know that’s not the priority right now.

“Okay, okay, Izu, stop! Just.. whatever. Do whatever you want.” You give in, not even moving to get under your sheets. You can’t believe he came home sooner to be with you and you ended up like this.

“What about watching Netflix on your computer when your fever breaks?” Izuku asks, his hands caressing your forehead.

“Snuggles?”

“Snuggles.” Izuku smiles, tugging a stray hair behind your ears.

“Okay.”

~•🥦•~

Izuku really goes above and beyond to take care of you. He sponges your skin with tepid water to help the fever to go down, tugs you in like a baby so you can rest comfortably while he runs outside to find something for you to take. He comes back with a bag full of random stuff; there is a nose and throat spray, cold medicine - the super high end one you could never afford - throat sweets, vitamin C, pre-cut fruits and easy to eat stuff, Orange juice and a Deku plushie.

“I missed you.” You murmur as Izuku puts the stuff on a big tray and puts it on the bed.

“Have you eaten today?” Midoriya grumbles and you really hate the way he ignores you completely.

“Don’t be like this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Let me take care of you first, okay? Then I’ll be back to normal.”

“Gimme’ the Deku doll.” You command. Deku’s eyebrows rise at that.

“Excuse me? That’s for when I’m gone to patrol.” Deku reprimands, his eyes full of that weird kind of darkness again.

“Are you jealous of yourself, Izu-Izu?” You say mockingly.

“You know what, princess? You are not getting it. Nope. You’ve messed up.” Midoriya pouts while pointing his nose towards the ceiling offendedly.

“Give him to me, I’m a sick woman!” You move yourself up from the bed, aggressively trying to take the doll from Izuku. You manage to grab the poor fluffy thing so you yank it towards you but the hero comes with it; he ends up on top of you, giggling and laughing while you struggle to breathe. Midoriya pulls himself up to let you take a deep breath and you can’t help but look at his pretty and tired face up close; his eyes are shining in that weird way they usually do when you are around, gaze full of fondness and something else you can’t put your hands on; you look at his freckles and start counting them but there’s so many thanks to the sunny weather… at last, you look at his lips which you kissed by accident the other day.

Talking about that little accident…

“What if you get sick?”

“Why would I?” Midoriya smiles.

“I… we… kissed… on the peak. By accident.” You mumble nervously.

“Could you not say that right after you stared at my face for a whole minute, Sweets?”

“But staring at your face for a whole minute made me remember it.” You mumble like it’s common sense.

“You don’t have a filter when you have a fever, do you?” Midoriya giggles, but his shyness wins; he moves to the end of the bed, his face hidden in his hands awkwardly while his shoulders move with the laughter. After a few seconds, his tone changes into a serious one. “We barely get sick.” Midoriya admits. “We are always on edge, ready to fight. We are stubborn bastards who don’t let themself rest for long enough to be able to get sick.” Deku smiles into the nothingness with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“We should go on a holiday, Izu. To America, where All Might studied.” You sigh. “We could go to see his school, that famous street where he first debuted. Geeky stuff like that.”

“Sounds like a dream, Sweets.” Deku smiles for real this time and you really want to daydream a bit more but somehow you’re incapable of words; the sleep takes you without a warning and the world goes black.

You wake up after a few hours; it’s still dark outside, but it’s closer to the morning than to the night; or at least that’s what your body clock tells you. Next to you, there is a green mop of hair sprawled out on the second pillow you never use; he’s sleeping next to you but in a safe distance, unlike the other day when you woke up in his arms. You really miss the closeness, you miss everything about those three beautiful days; it’s harder and harder not to point out the elephant in the room and just end this sweet nothing and burn it to pieces for that 1% chance of your feelings being reciprocated. Apparently, Izuku is a vigilant sleeper; when a tiny sigh leaves your mouth he opens his eyes; without a single word he puts his palm on your forehead and starts his usual freak out session.

Honestly, this joke is getting old.

“Izu, stop freaking out, I’m actually feeling okay. My fever broke hours ago.” You stare at your shaking roomie with disappointment. “I’m literally tucked into 3 different comforters, of course I’m burning up. I’m quite sure I fell asleep in one, so why do I look like a burrito now?” You try your best to get out of the hellishly hot covers but Izuku looks at you with those freaking puppy eyes; he literally looks like a puppy who just peed on the carpet and feels bad about it. He’s the definition of a baby golden retriever.

“Let me get the sponge at least!” He murmurs almost silently with a little pout on his face. Adorable.

“Izu…”

“What about a lukewarm bath?” Midoriya pushes but you roll your eyes. “I’ll help you.”

This guy is ridiculous.

“You wish.” You snap back with a red face and if you wouldn’t be so ashamed you would have heard the almost silent “I do” murmured into his pillow.

“What did you say?”

“I said I need to go to work.” Midoriya grumbles, his sleepy voice more deep than usual. Oh no…

“Izu, are you grumpy right now?” You giggle and Midoriya really doesn’t appreciate that; he looks at you with an offended gaze. “Did you wanna have a lovely bubble bath with me and wash my back like you wanted in the camp?” You full on laugh now which ends up with you coughing a bit, which as per usual makes the greenette freak out for a good moment but after he checks your vitals and decides you are not about to die from a single cough, his angry pout is back.

“Shut up and take your Deku.” Midoriya tries to throw the stuffed version of himself to you and it lands on your face as your reflexes aren’t really good in your condition; you might feel better but there is definitely a long way until you can go back to your usual self. “Don’t make fun of me, I’ve grown up in a really loving and really touchy family. Once I tried to wash Kirishima’s back in the river and almost got Howitzer Impacted into the moon.” Midoriya admits and you burst out laughing.

“You did not…”

“I fucking did and he fucking let me. It almost cost my life.”

“Wow, you swear so much on this lovely morning.” You grin menacingly. “Did you not sleep well in MY BED?” You try your best to tease him flirtatiously; Midoriya was right, you have no filter when you’re sick. Oh well.

“You snored so much I couldn’t sleep well!” Izuku sticks his tongue out and you can’t believe his audacity.

“You cheeky little bitch, get out!” You whine and your green companion snickers as he leaves your room to get ready for his day. He comes back after a while in a full setup with a steaming cup of noodles in his hands.

“Eat this and take your medicine. Only leave the room if you really need to. Send me a message every hour if you don’t want me to jump in through the window which I will leave open just in case.” Midoriya mumbles, and you can’t help but giggle.

“We have a door you can use, I hope you know that.” You try to deadpan but your mouth doesn’t want to cooperate.

“Let me be extra, okay?!” The move Izuku made with his hands really makes you question his sexuality.

“I didn’t know you can be so sassy, Izu-Izu, I kinda like that.”

“Say that when there’s no snot dripping from your nose and I might get a little bit turned on.” Izuku fucking WINKS at you and leaves like the sassy bitch he is.

So let’s take a deep breath and think about the fact that Deku openly flirted with you, even though you look like you were just hit by a truck.

… and now freak the fuck out.

Yes, that will definitely help you to get better.

~•🥦•~

Well, Deku wasn’t joking when he said you need to message him every hour. If you were even a minute late, you woke up to a green blob staring at you from your window like a creep. It was kind of funny until you realized how dangerous this whole situation is; Deku is clearly not concentrating on his job properly which is not just a risk for his own health but to the people of the city as well. You need to do something about this.

“Hey, Katsuki.” You ramble into the phone with a husky voice. “I have a problem.”

“The fuck, freeloader! Are you hurt?! I’m coming over!” Katsuki is about to end the call but you stop him.

“I’m sick, don’t come here. I need your help with Izu.” You sigh. “He’s not concentrating on his work because of me. He’s around the house every hour, he’s absolutely lost it.”

“Fuck. He did that to me too when I was sick. Only happened once but fuck I make sure to eat my fucking vegetables since, he was an absolute emotional mess, crying and yapping by my fucking bed like I’m dying.” Katsuki tenses. “I’ll sort this out, you rest or whatever.” The line goes dead and the silence is back. You send a quick message to Midoriya that you are about to sleep and decide to close your eyes a bit; the sooner you get out of this mess the sooner you get your old roommate back.

~•🥦•~

The next time you open your eyes, Izuku’s sitting at the leg of the bed, hunched over; he looks banged up and really tired but he still smiles at you as you sit up.

“Hey, Sweet Pea.” His voice is rough. Something is not right. Something is…

Dripping. On the bed. From his side.

That’s fucking blood.

Okay, this is it. You are done.

“Midoriya Izuku, you are bleeding! What the fuck are you doing here and why are you not in a hospital?!” You yell but straining your voice probably wasn’t the best idea as you end up having a coughing fit. Midoriya tries to move and help you through it but even the smallest movement makes his breath hitch.

This is not funny anymore. “Why are you doing this?! How am I supposed to get better if all I can think of is you dying on the battlefield because of me?! Huh?! I’m really fucking done, Izuku! I don’t want you here! I want to sleep! I’m calling the hospital!” You cry to him, your eyes full of worry. It breaks your heart to talk to him like that, but he didn’t listen to you when you were nice and if you need to break your own heart to save his life, then so be it.

“I’m sorry, I only looked at my phone for one second…” he tries to explain, but fuck if that doesn’t make you even more angry.

“You looked at your phone in the middle of a fight?! I’m having a cold Midoriya, not a terminal illness that will take me away randomly!”

“Don’t call me that…” Midoriya’s eyes are full of tears and that only makes you cry harder; it’s extremely hard to breathe, your already stuffed nose not letting any air into your lungs. Your door gets smashed in suddenly and you both jump; Midoriya makes a tiny whine from the pain.

“Okay, this shit show ends now.” Bakugou barges in and puts Midoriya on his shoulders like he’s nothing but a sack of potatoes. “Deku, you are going to the hospital.” He grumbles. “Freeloader, you hide that fucking bedsheet before Auntie gets a heart attack when she comes in from the living room.”

“Mum is here?” Midoriya mumbles with a pale face. The weakness of his voice makes you cry again.

“Yes fucker, she’ll take care of your girlfriend while you get your ass treated. You are not going back to work today. We’re going to use your window so she won’t freak out. Now shut the fuck up and chill for the fucks sake, what kind of fucking drama is this anyway? Honestly, you need to get a grip, you fucker! She’s just fucking sick. Stop being an idiot!” Bakugou doesn’t stop talking as he jumps out of the window; you can hear him yelling at the greenette until their silhouettes disappear in the sea of skyscrapers. When you hear the footsteps coming from the living room, you quickly hide the top sheets under the bed.

“I heard a lot of yelling, are you okay?” Mama Midoriya comes in but she stops at the door when she sees your teary face. “Honey, what happened?” Inko runs over to hug you. You try your best to not cry even harder as she embraces you the same way a mother embraces her child.

“He doesn’t have any sense of self preservation, I can’t do this. It’s my fault, everything is my fault…” you bawl like a baby, your words so mumbled she probably can’t understand the half of it.

“Is there something bloody hidden under your bed, honey?” She mumbles into your ear and you freeze; Katsuki went above and beyond to make sure Inko doesn’t see his injured son yet you managed to mess up everything in the first 30 seconds. Well done.

“… N-no?” You stutter but Inko only laughs at that.

“Y/N, I know those two like the back of my hands. I heard yelling then Kacchan disappeared through the window, together with my son. I might be a working class woman but I’m not stupid.” The lady smiles. “I used to cry so much when my boy got injured but it’s the part of the job. I can’t believe they still try to hide this away from me. I was the one who treated Izuku’s wounds in the first few years. I was the one who washed his blood soaked clothes. Honestly, these two boys… they are a handful.”

“It was my fault, I’m sorry…” You try to apologize but Inko puts her hands on your mouth.

“Oh, shush now, Sweet Pea. It’s his own fault for not taking care of himself. He should have called me right away. This isn’t a first time I take care of his friends while he’s on duty. But I guess you are special. He wanted to take care of you himself.” Inko looks at you with a knowing look. “Don’t be too hard on him when he comes back, okay? He’s probably really heartbroken right now. He takes everything so seriously…”

“I yelled at him.” You sniffle. “I yelled at him and told him I don’t want him here. I didn’t mean it…”

“I know, honey. But you thought this is the best you can do to keep him safe. Thank you.” Inko keeps rubbing your back soothingly and the movement makes your sick brain feel super woozy - in a nice way. You could really sleep in Mama Midoriya’s arms. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a minute, honey? Let’s kick this cold in the butt so you two can make up and be happy again, yeah?” The soothing little circles lulls you to sleep really quickly; the next time you wake up it’s the next morning; you are alone in your room, there is water and breakfast ready for you by your bedside and there’s also a little pot of pink flowers sitting next to your pancakes. By the look of it, they were planted really quickly and you must add, really messily but you know these flowers; they are pink kisses, the flowers you made Midoriya buy for the garden when you first moved in. You really want to cry right now.

“Are you feeling better, honey?” Inko comes in with a sleepy face; you really hope she didn’t sleep on the sofa. Knowing Izuku, he probably let his mother sleep in his bed while he crashed on the sofa even though he’s hurt. You want to strangle that man and kiss him senseless, all at the same time.

“Much better, thank you. That disgusting thing with ginger really helped.” You giggle. “How is he?” You ask in a serious tone, worried. The poor guy went out into your garden and dug a flower out of the fucking dirt. He must feel so guilty for everything he’s done and probably has the wrong idea about your feelings as well. You really need to talk to him. As soon as possible.

“He’s okay… right, Izuku?” Inko smiles and suddenly, there is another green head in your view; Izuku looks so tired, his eyes red-rimmed and full of regret.

“Izu…” Things happen really quickly; Izuku is at the door one moment and in your bed in the next; he hugs you like he haven’t seen you for a year, grabbing your shirt anxiously while he buries his head into your neck. “I smell really bad…” you mumble self-consciously, but he only buries his head in deeper.

“I’m so sorry.” He sniffs and you really can’t take this anymore; you embrace the man so tightly he ends up making a little noise of discomfort.

“Ahh, sorry, did I hurt you? You got injured yesterday, I’m so sorry!” You ramble but Izuku only smiles. Inko slowly backs out of the room and closes the door behind her to give you some privacy. Bless that woman.

“I got healed by recovery girl, I’m fine. I’m sorry I made you worry and for being a ‘creepy ass fuck’ as Kacchan has said.” Poor Izuku looks so dejected you can’t help but caress his cheeks to cheer him up.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. You were hurt and I only made it worse for you. Look at your eyes, love, they are so red and puffy…” You barely realize what you’ve just said. It just slipped out without your knowledge. Oh, you really fucked up this time, you really…

“I love the sound of that nickname.” He mutters with a red face. “You are forgiven. You’ll always be forgiven, Sweet Pea.”

“And so will you, Izu.” You mutter back with teary eyes. “Whatever you do, I’ll be here, waiting for you to come home to me again.”

This is the last straw for your poor heart. You are in love with him. You can’t fucking lie to yourself anymore. He’s the most perfect creature you’ve ever met in your life with all his weird habits and stupid shenanigans. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You really need to take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second to not act on your instincts and kiss the man in front of you.

“Promise?” Deku smiles, his pinky lacing together with yours.

“Promise.”

~•🥦•~

After a few days, you feel good as new; at last, you can safely snuggle with your favorite roommate as you two enjoy a movie on this lovely afternoon.

“Hey, Sweet Pea…” Midoriya mumbles shyly. It weirdly sounds like a beginning of a question so you look up at the green haired hero. “So, my mom told me off for not listening to the doctors and getting glasses for home to read and to watch the TV, so… what do you think?”

“About you in glasses? Or about you being an insufferable little bitch about using them?” You grin when Izuku makes that funny squeaky noise he usually does when he’s being bullied.

“Excuse me, first of all, I’m not an insufferable little bitch about it, I just forgot to get my glasses done. Second of all, stop chatting with Kacchan when I’m not around.” Izuku pouts, so you give him a little kiss on his cheek to stop his incoming tantrum.

“You are literally so obsessed with him you have all his merch, is it really a bad thing if I sound like that?” You continue your teasing, because you are an asshole.

“Well, first of all…” Midoriya is about to start ranting but he gets cut off by your loud laugh.

“First of all, stop saying first of all over and over!” You talk back, still snuggled close to him, your hands playing with his fingers in his lap.

Yes, friendzone be damned, you two can’t stop touching each other since the fight, and no, not in that way, obviously, but you can’t lie, it is constant. Good morning kiss on the cheeks, good night kiss on the forehead, a ‘well done’ caress after finishing a commission, ‘thank fuck you are alive’ kiss on Izuku’s shoulder because you can’t reach his face properly without jumping up on him like a monkey, fingers entwining while watching a movie on the sofa, secret sniffs of the other’s skin after a shower… Long story short, it’s bad but neither of you really care at this point.

“I don’t want you to sound like Kacchan, because one is perfectly enough of him. Also, I’m getting those glasses, so if you see a new man sitting on the sofa, please refrain from attacking him with a mop again.” Izuku giggles, reminding you of your second encounter in the living room.

“Nah, I would know it’s you even if you take away all my senses.” You smile with a fond look on your face. You are so fucking obvious it’s actually hilarious.

“That’s highly unlikely, but I’m still fluttered.” Midoriya smiles back with a dorky look.

“Damn, you don’t even have your glasses yet but you already sound like a fucking nerd.”

“That’s it princess, you are going to the naughty jail!” Midoriya giggles and makes a move towards you. You look at him with questioning eyes.

“The wha… oh my god, Izu, stop!” You whine as the hero lands on top of you, viciously tickling you on your super ticklish sides, movie long forgotten. If you two end up staying in this position after tiring yourselves out by playfully fighting on the comfy sofa then falling asleep in each other’s arms, that’s no one’s fucking business.

Fuck, you really do sound like Katsuki these days.

~•🥦•~

EXTRA - A few days before

Deku’s mental health support group

Green oblivious idiot: Even her snores are cute…

Kacchan: Jesus ducking Christ Deku.

Kacchan: ducking

Shitty Hair: 🦆

Kacchan: I ducking hate you all.

Kacchan: Duck’s sake

Green, oblivious idiot: 🦆

Kacchan has left the group.

… Next Chapter!

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- This was actually supposed to be a 2 parter but I have so many chapters sitting in my notes I decided to post both of the chapters together haha I hope you enjoyed the little treat!

- The next chapter is my personal favorite one and guys… you are not ready.

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- Eyy, Izuku has issues, man 😂 Someone needs to give that poor guy a chill pill. I’m really not sure how the heck did he manage to look at his phone during battle though, I’m quite sure he was hiding somewhere and that’s when he took his phone out, not in the middle of an actual battle but that doesn’t make it any better.

- I have a confession to make; I finished this story a few days ago and I’m really emotional right now 😂 the story will end with week 10, BUT! You know me and how much I love this story so there will be a second season! We will see more of Izuku’s weird habits in that one! It will just as fun as the first season was! 🥦 I already finished the new header for it 😂 I really hope you like the ending! (which ain’t an ending but you know what I mean.)

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[wonyui]

Carnival Games

SUMMARY Feeling bored and incomplete, Minji decides to skip studying for once and focus on the fun plans that her friends had made at the carnival. Not being the best shooter out there, she tries to win the teddy bear that had been left to complete her odd teddy collection just for it to end in complete failure. Almost giving up entirely and leaving with a frown, she finds herself watching the pro shooter beside her go for the teddy that she originally wanted.

Pairings: Kim!Minji x F!Reader

Genre: carnival setting, strangers to lovers(not really) au, romance, comedy-romance

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REBLOGS AND SUPPORT ON THE SERIES MASTERLIST THINGY MAJIGGY!! 💕 Here's to that, and cheers to 100+ followers 🤭💓

- silent add: I finished this when I was sleep deprived, so please lmk if there's any incorrect spelling 💔

WORD COUNT 3.8k

"Bro, I suck at these games, but how do you manage to not knock down at least one bottle?" Hanni half questioned and complained, causing Danielle to nudge her in order to shut her up.

Minji stared at her friends like a menace, even more terrifying when Haerin stared at them for no absolute reason. The sound of the toyish gun machine was the only thing she continued to hear, along with the disappointed sighs, for every time she missed a plastic bottle.

"Should we get more snacks? We could get a soft cold drink for her," Danielle whispered with care in her voice, but since she was a terrible whisperer, it caused Minji's hold on the toy gun to become stronger. "Yeah.. we are definitely going to the snack and drink bar. Minji, we'll be just over there if you decide to give up, okay?"

"Make sure there's ice in it, I can't stand drinks without ice in them!" Haerin looked over to her shoulders as she continued to make her way over to their new destination, her cute yet annoying stare creeping Minji out to the point Danielle had to stop the younger girl from staring.

It took over more than Minji's monthly allowance to finally realize that she needed to stop. Otherwise, she wouldn't have enough money to buy more stuff that intrigued her. Before walking over to join her friends who watched her while making conversations, a stranger took the spot next to her. The strong visuals of the stranger next to her gave her the sudden gay panic attack. Seriously, who knew it'd be a blissful night when all of a sudden you see a cute stranger? It's definitely a win for Minji.

"It's a struggle for beginners." The girl happily hummed, almost as though she was talking to Minji.

"Uh.." Minji awkwardly looked back to her friends, wondering if she should reply(if it was even for her).

Hanni shot a thumbsup, giving it as a sign for Minji to reply even though she didn't know the exact reason for why Minji was staring at them with a questionable look in the first place.

Danielle watched the whole thing, sending a frown at her fellow Australian friend. "Do you even know why she looked over at us?"

"Hey," Hanni shrugged, "anything is good when it comes to a pretty girl."

Hyein, the only 14 year old there, snorted. Acting as though she didn't beg her mom to join them in the first place. Perks come when your mom is a social person. Plus, they were all basically her older sisters, so it was a win-win situation(only for Hyein).

"Unless she told her to stop staring because it creeped her out!" Hyein stated proudly, giggling to herself afterward.

"Right, staring is weird." Haerin added quietly, causing the three of them to look at her to see if she was even joking.

-

Back to Minji. Iternally gay screaming out of her mind Minji. The awkward silence between her and the cute stranger in front of her made her suffocate. For some reason, she wanted to leave, but it'd also mean missing a chance on at least starting a conversation with you. Yeah, blame it on her half introverted when meeting strangers and half extroverted when cursing at her friends personality. It's truly a blessing for her.

"I'm thinking I should aim for the one on the right top and get 10 more points," you spoke out your thoughts, "but I already have more points needed for the prize I want and it wouldn't really matter anyways unless I want to impress the pretty girl besides me and get one for her too. Which one do you think I should go with?"

Minjo turned red the moment you finished your sentence—or question. She didn't really know, but all that matters was the fact that you had basically called her pretty. It was also smooth along the lines.

"Uhh.. I'd say pick your choice? I don't know." Shs quickly answered, biting her lips and cringing mentally for sounding too dry for her own liking.

"Pretty girl, it is." You smiled, aiming perfectly for the toy bottle.

The worker clapped, feeling proud of himself for setting up such an 'easy' game, blind to the fact that half the people who paid to play didn't really win because the bottles were far and not everyone had great vision. Also, because some had horrible control over their aiming.

"Could I get the teddy bear on the top, right?" You kindly asked as he sent a proud thumbs up. "Thanks."

Minji's eyes stayed on you, waiting for you to look back at her to start another conversation. You eventually did, holding onto the teddy bear that the worker had given you.

"Do you still want this?" The shock on her face made you giggle, turning her even more redder than before.

Nodding her head shamelessy, not because her collection was about to be complete but because you had gifted it to her with your own efforts, made everything about the teddy bear feel more special.

"SHE'S SINGLE BY THE WAY!" A loud voice coming over the snacks and drinks bar made you jump a little.

Judging from the way Minji glared at the pretty girl who proudly wore her bangs, they must have been close friends. The passerbys continued to walk after hearing the loud shout. It was gonna be a memorable moment to you, but for the shy girl in front of you, it was definitely gonna be an embarrassing memory for her.

"I'm Minji, by the way," you smiled and nodded, waiting for her to finish so you could introduce yourself. "And I'm very thankful for the uh.. teddy bear. Am I supposed to give something in return? Because.. I'd really love to, so I don't have to feel as though I'm in debt."

"Y/N, and if anything.. I don't really need anything in return!"

"No, no, I insist."

"No, it's fine!"

"No, like, I want you to ask for something in return. Don't make me feel guilty."

"Oh! Then would it be fine if I took some of your time? It'll be short since you clearly have friends over there waiting to hang with you." Minji looked over at her friends who immediately sent another thumbsup, mouthing the words "we don't mind!'' or "we don't care, just leave."

"It's a yes. Take as much time even. I think they'd be more happy that a stranger took me out of their sight.."

You chuckled. "Alright! Where to?"

-

"I'm so fucki— oh. Is it alright if I swear?" Minji asked all of a sudden, waiting for you to finish tossing the ring so you could answer.

"You're cute," you laughed, finding her question funny. "Yeah, I sometimes swear, so it's nothing new to my ears."

Minji flushed, feeling her ears turn red.

Ah.. maybe hanging out with a fourteen year old 24/7 got to me.

The odd feeling of someone staring at her made Minji look around to find the source, making eye contact with one of her friends all of a sudden. The glare that she sent wasn't obviously enough to scare them away.

"What are you doing?!" Minji mouthed.

Hanni grinned. Danielle looked away. Haerin continued staring, although her eyes had a glint of mischief. Hyein looked more busy trying to count the many licks it took in order to finish her questionably big lollipop.

"We came to spy on you guys for our own entertainment!" Hanni mouthed back.

"Something wrong?" You asked, noticing how badly frightened Minji looked.

Making sure to use her whole figure in order to block the other girls out from your view, Minji sent a soft smile. "I think we've had too much ring tossing! Why don't we try bean bag tossing?" It was too fast that you couldn't utter out a single word before Minji could drag you by the hand, making sure the other girls couldn't catch up.

"Should we tell her that we happened to find her by coincidence and played along with it?" Danielle asked, feeling worried. Mostly for you.

"Nah," Hanni grinned, "didn't you see the way they held hands? I'd say it was a successful plan."

"And we voted Haerin the most devious.." Danielle trailed off.

Haerin gasped in disbelief, not believing the fact that her friends would do such a thing. "Hey!— I may stare all of a sudden for no reason, but it's because her reactions are always funny. I don't have the brain to think of something like this."

"Woah dude, congrats." Hanni clapped all of a sudden.

"Your first words throughout the whole night! Maybe getting a girlfriend next is on the list?"

"I despise you." Danielle giggled at Haerin's reply, not noticing the lingering glance that Haerin sent before looking elsewhere the moment her brain woke up in realization.

-

Inhaling for air, you thanked Minji for giving the bottle of water. It was enough coming from her for making you run more miles than you expected.

"I'm sorry, I guess I was just excited to throw bean bags." Minji immediately apologized, looking for any signs of her friends.

Gathering enough air to talk, you pointed to where the bean bag tossing was actually located. "That's nice, but bean bag tossing is over there.." With a huff of annoyance at herself, Minji looked elsewhere to find any fun things the two of you could do together. "Hey.. this might sound crazy but are you down to use your legs paddle something? Well—it's not really paddling, but we're using our feets so basically, it is." "You mean you wanna hop on those boat paddlers after running a whole 6 minute run?" "I'm down if you're down." "Honestly that's crazy, but because you're down, I'm down."

"This was a bad idea." You undeniably admitted the truth.

Minji tried to reply, but she had to catch her breath. After regaining her energy(well, half of it, but nobody was gonna point that out), she sinked into her seat and sighed.

"Well, it was worth the amount of oxygen I needed," She too, admitted. "But hey, we have the best view right now."

If the two of you weren't facing the wrong direction, it would have been the best. Right now, it was a huge wall filled with horrible yet funny art. It looked like junk.

"Are we looking at the same thing?"

"Are we? I believe the view is pretty from my point of view." Finally realizing what she meant, you turned to make eye contact with the latter who wore a coy smile on her face. "So we definitely weren't looking at the same thing."

"I guess the cute shyness disappeared?" You grinned, feeling quite content at the moment. Also, the redness that crept up under your cheeks felt too overwhelming to control.

"Well," Minji clicked her tongue with a geeky smile forming afterward. "I definitely wouldn't pass on a great opportunity like this. Would you?"

Shaking your head at her question, it brought her a great amount of happiness. "Definitely not."

"You sound kinda wayyyy too experienced with that reply. Are you sure I wasn't the only girl you've flirted with?" She joked, feeling comfortable to joke with you this time.

It was a suggestive joke, too, giving you the opportunity to reply back with something more funny. Or maybe a pick-up line at that—she hoped.

"I'm not sure," you pretended to ponder, "was I the only girl you've flirted with too?"

Minji simply shrugged. "Never in my life. In fact, I think you raised my standards."

"Well then, to be honest," you shyly spoke this time, "I've never actually shot my shot and vice versa. It was always questionably a given whenever a person would come up and ask for my phone number."

"Maybe it's cause they don't have toy guns just laying around, waiting for someone to use them?" Minji joked, getting nudged by you. "You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, you wanted my phone number."

"Don't get too confident.."

"You never denied it."

"And I didn't admit it!"

It could go on for long until Minji averted her eyes elsewhere, looking at her friends who waved at her, looking so small, yet she could see that they clearly wanted something. "I think we might need to go back on land.."

-

"What is it?" The annoyed girl grumbled, glaring at her friends(mostly at Hanni).

"Yeah, we get it. We interrupted your date, but we wanted to meet her too!" Hanni spoke out for the rest of them.

You nervous smiled, feeling a bit small in their presence. Minji noticed this, of course, taking your hand and interlocking it with hers. It was somewhat a habit of hers whenever she'd notice a friend was feeling a bit uncomfortable—which was rare. Something about her holding hands with you felt new—it made her feel things that she had never felt before.

"Okay, we'll pretend not to notice that!" Danielle positively smiled.

Before greeting you and introducing herself, she made sure to nudge Haerin. It was the only option she had to stop her from what it seemed like rudely staring at you.

"The names Danielle! That's Hanni, Haerin, and this one.. she doesn't need to be intro—" Before the poor girl who radiated sunshine energy could even finish, she had been interrupted. "Yeah, I'm Hyein. Nice to meet you!"

"Hyein, you're too young to involve yourself in this conversation!" Danielle reminded.

You raised your eyebrows, wondering what she meant by too young. Hell, the latter looked to be the same age as the one who seemed to have a bad case of staring for no absolute reason(which you didn't mind).

"She's fourteen.." Danielle sighed, feeling disappointed.

"Oh.." Sounding a little rude there, you paused. "I meant, oh! She looks mature! I'm in like—shock."

"Really? I sort of get that all the time." Hyein proudly grinned.

"Mhm! And the names Y/N." They all nodded in sync as soon as you introduced yourself.

"Pretty name!"

"For a pretty girl, that's for sure."

"Hey now."

"Relax, I'm not gonna steal her?"

"That's not what I mean- Ugh."

An idea was what Danielle wanted. Specifically something that could allow all 6 of you to hang out. Minji frowned, noticing the happy grin that presented on the younger latter's face. "Anyone up for bean bag tossing? Losers do whatever the winners want."

-

"I WANT A REMATCH!" Hanni complained.

Hyein side-eyed the older girl, feeling happy about the win that she didn't participate in because it was mostly you doing all the work of tossing the bean bags in. It felt truly horrific knowing that there was probably nothing you were good at.

"I honestly should have been in your team. A free win would have been good for me." Minji sighed.

"Be for real," the annoying Australian spoke, causing Minji to glare at her. "We know that's not the real reason." Minji continued to glare, "playfully" pushing the younger girl away so she wouldn't have the chance to say more stupid things.

"It's already eight pm?" Danielle looked at her watch, pouting at the thought of having less time to spend with you. Though it couldn't beat the disappointed stare that Minji gave, knowing that it'd be too upfront to suddenly ask for your phone number.

"We still have the bet going on, right?" You asked, looking at Minji mostly.

"Ah!" It had hit Danielle in realization at the sudden question. "Yeah, gosh. I almost forgot!"

"I'm cold. Hanni, give me your hoodie."

"Um. No?"

"The bet. Loser. Give."

Feeling defenless and giving up at that moment, Hanni started to mutter curse words under her breath while taking off her jacket. Handing over her jacket, Hyein smiled in victory before putting it in on. Danielle watched the whole thing unwrap, looking over at Haerin with a mischievous grin.

"Haerin? Are you afraid of heights?" Haerin immediately shook her head, hoping Danielle would ask her to join her on the ferris wheel.

"Great! How about you ride the ferris wheel alone for three minutes?"

A frown fell on her face, along with a big sigh. Danielle was a difficult person when it came to those who liked her. Usually, it was a blessing for Haerin, but she was now annoyed. Minji snickered, finding the situation funny. Haerin lazily made her way over to the ferris wheel, cursing the universe for ruining her enjoyment.

"I wanna join her." you stated, hoping Minji would take the hint.

The butterflies in her stomach disappeared, feeling more like a pit all of a sudden. "Oh. Well, you could if you want to.." Her disappointment sounded way too obvious, causing you to chuckle, "Well you obviously didn't get the hint. I meant I want to look at a better VIEW this time," you emphasized the word 'view'.

Minji unnoticably gulped, nodding quickly so her chances of being alone with you on a ferris wheel on wouldn't go to waste. "Yes. Please."

-

"What are you guys doing here? I thought the winner was supposed to order the losers around?" Haerin genuinely asked, wondering if the two of you had gotten fooled.

Minji flushed, feeling both nervous and giddy that she couldn't answer the cat-like latters questions. You, on the other hand, took the initiative to answer her question, almost sounding as though you weren't internally panicking in your mind.

"We're actually gonna ride the ferris wheel together."

Haerin bitterly smiled, blaming Danielle for her stupidity. Now, she has to basically third-wheel and sit all by herself. 'Good going, Danielle. Look what you did, dense idiot.' was the only thing that echoed in Haerin's head.

-

"It's so pretty.." You stared at the cities that looked small from your view.

Minji had been admiring the view, too, not looking at you this time. "Pretty good, I guess. I've seen better."

"Really? You're seriously a picky one, aren't you?" You raised your brows jokingly.

"Hey— you don't know exactly what I've seen in my life, but it's pretty admirable," Minji jokingly huffed, sounding way too proud of her own accomplished

"I'm sure it has been," you added, pretending to sound uninterested, "I'm sure it has."

The silence grew, keeping it peaceful. Minji had more to say, but she wanted you to have a great time enjoying yourself. The silence grew even more, this time a little awkward than it was before. Thinking of how to start her sentence, Minji decided to go big or go home.

"Listen I-"

"Hey so-"

The cut-offs made by each other quickly turned into laughter. "I'll go first since I'm an impatient one." Minji quickly added in between her laughs. You agreed, waiting for her to continue. "Listen, I had a great time with you and everything. It was truly enjoyable," Minji softly smiled genuinely.

It was mutual. You grew fond of the girl. You wished that the time didn't fly past, but repeated as though it was meant to be. You wanted more time spent with her, but it'd be too weird to admit in front of you.

"Thank you.. for this time. I also enjoyed it," You paused, wanting to add more, "your friends were also funny!"

It grew quiet once again. This time, the two of you had nothing to worry about, letting the silence overtake the atmosphere. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a little sentimental that you couldn't even look Minji in the eye. Just how different would have things been if you saw how fond she looked while staring at you? Would you have done the same? It filled her with questions that felt almost too possible to answer nor ignore. It was on border of being either too annoying or exciting to feel.

"I-" Before she could even finish, the ferris wheel started moving again, showing that the ride was about to finish. "Huh?" You questioned, waiting for her to finish. Minji fake smiled, "it's nothing, I was just gonna spit out a fun fact."

You slowly nodded, wondering if there was more to it than just a fun fact. Oddly enough, she looked more disappointed than you did at the moment.

"So, how did the two of you enjoy your time?" Haerin asked bitterly, remembering how it was just more than 3 minutes to herself. At least it was good enough to question her whole existence.

"Great!"

"Yeah.."

You who sounded enthusiastic looked over at Minji, who looked down. You wanted to say more but a familiar face stopped you from doing so, realizing that it was your older brother coming to pick you up. Also, the friends that you had accidentally ditched just to hang out with Minji, though they didn't seem to mind because they looked like they also had a great time.

"Ah, my brother is here.. this is where I take my leave." This time, it was you who had bitterly smiled.

The glare that your brother had sent for straying too far sent chills down your spine, causing you to bow and apologize before running off to where he was. All of it was too sudden for Minji to even bid you goodbye. Hell, she was frozen, trying to process things.

"Nice going!" Hanni nudged, disappointed that you had left without leaving your number or anything.

There were too many emotions she was feeling at the moment. You turned back, waving one more time with a smile as Minji finally returned it. Your figure leaving further and further away from her was all she needed to realize that you had already disappeared.

"I'm such a coward. Please tell me you angels had gotten her number!" Minji basically begged, feeling like she could cry at the given moment when her friends shook their heads(except Hyein).

Minji faced the youngest one, hope laced in her tone. "Hyein?"

The youngest pretended to shake her head, that is, until Minji's head began to hang low in disappointment. "I'm joking. Oh my god, take a joke."

"Pause. Are you saying what I'm thinking?" Minji asked, a sudden adrenaline rush coursing through her.

"Yes, I asked for it earlier, knowing you'd be a full-on coward. You're welcome." Hyein rolled her eyes, giving the note.

Taking the note from Hyein's hand, Minji's stoic expression melted into a soft smile. Although she wasn't brave enough to ask, she felt happy that her friends(mostly Hyein) had her back. Who knew a handwritten note was what made her night the most besides spending time with you? Minji read the note all over again as if you included words in it.

'xxx-xxx-xxx don't spam text/call please TT joking do it :)'

"Hyein.. I'm definitely buying you whatever you want. You're finishing your barbie doll collection tomorrow, okay?" Minji patted the younger latter on the back.

Hyein smiled while the others frowned in envy, wanting the older girl to buy something for them, too. "Hey! What about us?" They asked in unison. Minji stared at the other girls in distaste, ignoring them before pulling Hyein under her arms, planning to spoil her with candy and drinks for the rest of the night. Who knew an ex-stranger would be the reason for Minji's sudden giddiness?

"Shoot. I forgot the teddy bear at the duck paddling thingy majiggys! We gotta go back!" Minji yelled, running a little later on as the others joined in.

Luckily enough, she was smart enough to hide it under the seats. Otherwise, it would have been a total loss for her and a big treasure find for whoever found it.

[greansebug]

The Show Must Go On

Huh.

...it's over.

...You've done it.

...Why don't you feel accomplished?

You, slayer of demons.

You saved... well, everyone.

...so why does it feel like a statistic to you?

You gaze out, over the rotten, sludge and garbage filled wastes below- but not before briefly losing your balance on the pole you cling to and damn near having a heart attack...

...It's supposed to be over.

It is over.

You killed her.

...are you not proud? Not proud of yourself?

You put an end to it.

All of it.

And yet, watching her fur char and wither as her lifeless body went up in flames on that bonfire...

...You felt nothing.

Not a thought crossed your mind, not even after all left the procession.

All but you.

And now, here you stand- or, rather, hang- as you feel just as lost as you already were.

Yu hear a deep, rumbling growl from the skies, booming down upon you, your ears automatically pinning back against your skull.

You know what to do.

You waste no time flinging yourself off of the pole you dangle from, precariously landing on another- before toppling over and landing face-first in the mud.

It appears your expertise has not helped much for your proficiency in survival.

Anyhow, you slither through the small entry shaft, small whirrs and clanks of ancient mechanisms ringing through your sensitive eardrums as you fall, slipping deeper through the cramped, claustrophobic pipe, until-

Pop.

You slide out from the exit shaft and land neatly on your feet.Well, you're better at something, at least.

The shelter looks the same as all the others. Cracked and old... it looks as if it barely holds up. And yet, strangely, it does.

A small, pitiful fire pit sits in the middle of the shelter. It is truly miraculous that fire is even possible in this humid environment, even down here, deep below the surface.

You know the drill.

You walk over to the center, seating yourself by the miniscule, ashen pile of charred wood and blackened rubbish...

You could barely even call it a fire pit.

Small pieces of rock-like junk encircle a small collection of flammable material bathed in swathes of ash... You wonder if it can even be lit anymore.

Despite your skepticism, you retrieve a small pouch from your belt...

One that your mother had passed down to you from many years past...

...and took a pinch of fine, red powder from the hide-fashoned strap.

Sprinkling it upon the shoddy, burnt splinters of wood, you lean down, blowing on it softly, sparking a couple small embers- and slowly, but surely, kindling the ash just barely and bringing the flickers of flame to life.

Though small, the fire still burned. Begging to be fanned and given life.

You lean back, propping your arm up on your knee...

...and you finally understand.

You don't feel unworthy, nor unaccomplished.

Simply resigned. Understanding that even after all that has came before you... the show goes on.

The cycle continues, it simply must.

For it is all you know.

@thunder-opossum Had an idea and decided to put it on paper. It's 2 am, so I doubted it was gonna be great, but I needed to put my idea to a use of some kind, and I'm on a bit of a writing kick rn.

Context for the weird fire thing at the end:

A head canon of mine is that Slugcats have a tradition. At the end of every cycle, they ignite a small fire, signifying their ideology of continued survival, even if they're just prolonging the inevitable. The world may be a dying ember by this time, but it is there- and albeit without purpose, surviving is all they know.

The red powder is my interpretation of the weird red stuff Arti puts on grenades to make them explosive. Considering other Slugcats can craft explosives, I took it as some sort of universal thing that all of them had, especially for the weird fire-shelter-tradition thingy.

Also, referring to Sizzle in the second person.

p.s. probably also there's some symbolism with how Arti was burned and how the fire represents the cycle and survival and the world and how Arti was consumed by the cycle but I'm not smart enough to understand it

[vidavalor]

So... I made a key lime pie cheesecake thingy with toasted marshmallow topping, and something that was meant to be mint choc chip cake but ended up as mint choc chip brownie (task failed successfully?) with mint buttercream and candied violet petals on top -- have a slice of each!

Also, GO thoughts:

Restoration of angelic status: obvious BS offer in s2, foreshadow/Chekhovness for s3???

If the Bookshop was literally burned in s1 and got un-burned a couple of episodes later, and was metaphorically 'burned' in s2, five gets you ten it'll be un-burned by about halfway into s3. Reason one, parallel storytelling. Reason two (I think it was @ao3cassandraic's 'compassion fatigue' meta that talked about this), Azzy's never been shown much gratitude for the good stuff he does, so he's due a heaping helping of positive karma -- Anathema doing witchy stuff? Gabriel wanting to repay what he sees as some sort of life debt? Muriel wanting to repay his kindness? Azzy's old platoon remembering seeing him desert and deciding their respect for him outweighs their fear of punishment? Reason three, Good Omens is a fundamentally optimistic show written by a very talented storyteller who loves and cares for the characters, so the bad shit ain't gonna stick around forever and the good stuff is allowed to happen and persist without being cancelled out by gratuitous Drama(tm) and Angst(tm) (this isn't Game of Thrones, or a J**s Wh***n project). When Aziraphale quits the Bookshop for the South Downs, it would I think be out of keeping with the themes of the show for it to be anything other than his free, genuine, un-manipulated/forced/puppeteered choice, where he's had time to think things through and make arrangements for a proper handover.

If Gabriel could remember parts of Everyday even after removing his own memory, because of the strong positive emotional wossnames after less than four years, how much more might Aziraphale retain in his subconscious after an attempted memory wipe, given his bloody-minded stubbornness and 6000+ years of Crowley?

...it's too warm here rn and my brain is going wibbly and giving me Emotions(c)

Hi @jotun-philosopher! Hope you're having a good week so far, dear. Your kitchen adventures sound delicious. 💕

-On b.s. "Metatron" offer for Crowley foreshadowing restoration of angelic status in S3: I think, by the end of it, that Aziraphale's fall leads to the characters banding together to try to challenge it and overthrowing The Metatron in the process. They might all find out that it's The Metatron behind the concept of a demon and it's all b.s.. The demons will wind up restored to "full angelic status" by way of the fact that they'll realize they've really had it all along. Evil exists (Satan, The Metatron) but the rest of the angels and demons are, for the most part, just different shades of moral grey, like the rest of us. I think that would go along with the ideas of personal power that you mention and not letting others define you that I see in the series a bit. We'll have to see what happens though.

-On bookshop "unburned" in S3 & it being Aziraphale's choice to leave it: It's funny that you mention the fact that it was burned two different ways-- on fire in S1 and as a safe place in S2-- and how that fits in with the idea of mirrored storytelling because I was musing about what that could look like continued into in S3. I was thinking of the idea of "unburned" and I think there is an element of that. (Would also not be surprised if it's burnt a third time-- this time, by a burnt orange paint job lol.) I feel like it probably does remains an embassy. Have a meta in the ol' drafts folder about the bookshop, that its an embassy, and the cottage idea & where I can see already where the cottage idea might weaved into what's going on in S2 (besides the potential Jane Austen connection) so more on that when I get to finishing that one at some point between now and 2027 lol.

I do agree with your thoughts on the tone of the show and how it deals with dark stuff but in a way with a lot of humor and an overall positive tone. It'll have a good ending. You're right about Aziraphale being overdue for some good karma-- I think S3 will take care of him pretty well before all is over.

-On Gabriel's memory loss foreshadowing that Aziraphale might remember some things: What Gabriel could remember and when was really interesting. It played to me a lot like retrograde amnesia, which can really happen to some people who experience traumatic events. The mind puts caution tape around anything associated to the trauma and doesn't let the person engage those memories so, as a result, they lose parts of their identity. Suffer severe enough or all-encompassing enough trauma, like Gabriel did, and the mind can cause itself to forget its own identity completely in an effort to protect itself.

Gabriel's recall is also in keeping with that. He knows things like how to take himself to the bookshop and the lyrics to "Everyday" (and, some of us suspect, remembering Bildad!Crowley during the protection miracle scene) because part of his mind is whispering to him "these things are safe" since he considers the people associated with the memories safe but the context isn't safe enough to fully remember because of how Aziraphale, Crowley and Beez are tied to the traumatic event he's undergone.

There's also that Gabriel remembers more when he feels safe enough and trusts enough to do so. Crowley is more successful at helping him remember things once they've talked and the tone is less antagonistic and it's Beez, of course, who can bring him back in full.

I think Aziraphale will be the same if he loses his memories for part of the story. There will likely be things he remembers without full context. It will be fun to see what those are. One scene I think foreshadows his memory loss in general is the one below but I go back and forth on what it might be suggesting regarding what of Crowley Aziraphale can remember at first. The mirrored storytelling we mentioned would mean it could go either way, really, but I can only think of one, other character who could genuinely be described as a skinny latte, can't you? lol

[cinnbar-bun]

How I Make Scrapbook Pages! (ft Kishibe Rohan)

This was requested by @rateater69 (so sorry for taking forever to make this), and here it is!

Just a notice, uh, I’m not a professional (lol) nor am I saying you have to do it like this. I will just say that I tend to do things on the fly and that scrapbooking should be messy and fun for you, not some anxiety inducing activity that makes you worry about being “perfect”. Before I began doing it myself, I saw a couple videos online on instagram, you can always check them out to get some inspiration.

With that being said, let’s begin! My “instructions” will be below the cut in a messy and scatterbrained manner as I make a scrapbook for Kishibe Rohan.

First off, you need your supplies! You can always, always, alwaaaaays use whatever random stuff is in your house, but I use a few things consistently.

A notebook (or paper, or whatever material you decide to do this on)

Craft tweezers, usually on the thinner with a curved edge.

That spatula thingy to smooth the edges and make sure there are no bumps

Double sided tape roller (truly one of the best things out there)

Scissors, obviously!

This is what I use but hey man, glue, regular tape, your own hand, and washi tape will get the job done just fine.

Now, I’m a recovering stationary hoarder (hence why I decided to make these pages so I can actually USE my things) so I have plenty of this stuff laying around. You can find this stuff easy on places like Amazon, Aliexpress, Five Below, your local craft stores, etc.- up to you where you get them you can find random stickers anywhere.

So the character I chose to make this page on is none other than my beloved Rohannie 💖 the brainworms got me so why not let it out with this.

I don’t have any stickers of him available so the next thing I do is print out photos I like and want to use. I limit it usually to 2-3 pics of varying size because my notebook is smaller.

(Yes the shirtless and wet Rohan pic was so necessary)

I begin by cutting them out and then playing around with where I think I’d want them. It’s not really an exact science or anything I just look and see how I feel.

I really wanted to incorporate the “book” part of Rohan’s abilities into this page and was considering using this old vintage letter sticker, BUT THEN I HAD A BRAIN BLAST.

I had this old freaking book lying around my room with nothing to do, so what better way than to put it in?

I was feeling ~romantical~ and decided to choose Shakespeare Sonnet 130 to go in it.

Skipping a few boring steps along, boom, I cut the page, lay out the photos of him, and some other stickers that catch my fancy. I’m vibing with the layout so I continue!

I first added another sticker underneath the painting and decided that I was pretty cool with how it looked.

Then I put a bit of washi tape there and then used the double sided tape to tape the book page to my notebook.

Okay accidentally missed a few steps but I chose some washi tape that intrigued me and smacked them on the page. Theres literally no rhyme or reason I just chose them in that way because it’s fun. I liked the circular ones for a bit more color and to match with the funky background of that smaller Rohan pic.

I then laid the Rohan photo overtop with the double sided tape, then added a small stamp sticker!

Okay I missed a couple steps again but I laid the second picture, placing it down with the washi tape I chose. I then added a fun line of words that I felt matched him.

I put the frame around the shirtless Rohan pic (memorialized now in my notebook <3) and that made me "done" with the main pieces I had. I felt there was a lot of empty space so I chose to add a (what a coincidence-) a Shakespeare quote sticker and another stamp to finish it off.

This is the final product and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out! Again, scrapbooking is not something I go into fully with a plan, it's just something I 'feel' then 'do'. You may find different materials or ways to do this, and hey, whatever makes you happy and makes it easier for you is best practice. And since most of these are stickers and washi tape, you can easily peel them off if you make a mistake (which I did even in this page).

That's really all my 'instructions' on how I do this, but if you have any other questions, please feel free to ask!

[little-birdseeker]

I wish you'd write a fic about... Isabelle learning her love of clothing from her parents!

"Mooom? What are you doooing there? Mooom!!" In her curiosity, Isabelle circled her mother who was working on something at the table.

"Are you making a saaail? Like daaad does? With those staaabby stabs?" She didn't know what her mother was doing there exactly, but most certainly she had seen this movement before! Dad was working like that when she sneaked to his work every now and then!!

"Isabelle, please. As I said, just wait a little longer, I will show it to you soon enough. And no, I'm not making a sail", her mother laughed. "Well, perhaps I could, for a very tiny boat."

"The tiiiniest boat!!", Isabelle exclaimed full of excitment. How tiny it would be? Could she sit on such a boat? It must be a very cute, being that tiny! Someday she would see the tiny boat for sure!!

...but the tiny boat had distracted her from the important thingy right now! Her mother!! "If no tiny saaail, what eeelse are your stabby stabbing? Tell meee!!"

"Just you wait - or else, if you keep distracting me, it will take me even longer to finish", her mother explained, and that was it. No further explanation. What a bummer.

So instead of trying to convince her mother to explain her doings, she tried a new tactic! She moved one of the chairs, sat onto it... and watched. Diligently. Absorbing all the movements.

Stabby. String through the red cloth. Stabby. String through the red cloth. Stabby. String through the-

A full minute went by until Isabelle gave up. Nothing interesting happened, besides the lil pointy thing - what was it called? Stabby. Stabby it was now. Well, Stabby went through the cloth and that was it. How could something be so interesting yet so boooring at the same time?!

So instead of watching her mother continue whatever she was doing, Isabelle headed to her room and got her doll. Lilly. A Miqo'te doll, with tiny lil ears and a tiny fluffy tail! Someday, she would also have such a fluffy tail, Isabelle hoped. Mom had told her she'll have one, one day, once her lil fluffy stub grew out!

As expected, Mom had also no intention to tell Lilly about her doings as well, so instead of disturbing her any further, she decided to have another grand adventure through the living room. While keeping an eye out for her mother - who knew when she would finish, after all!

Just as Lilly decided, that she, once again, should climb and walk the big and soft couch, she noticed the change of movements of her mother. The grand exploration had to wait, now it was time to see what secrets were kept from her!

"Isabe- Oh, you are here already, huh?", her mother chuckled as Isabelle appeared immediately in front of her.

"What is iiit? Show meee!!" Isabelle seemed to explode from her own curiosity. In awe, she watched her mother lift the red cloth from the desk, and...

"It's a... uuuuhm..." "A dress, Isa. For you. You complained about not having your own clothes, so I thought it was time you get one for yourself."

"A dreeess?! For meee?!" Even though the dress was plain, without any decorations or something noteworthy to begin with, Isabelle couldn't take her eyes of from it. Gears were starting to turn, slowly.

"So, let's try it on, shall we? Lift you arms, yes, right this, give me your dress..." In a quick minute, her old dress Isabelle had worn was switched with the new dress. And Isabelle couldn't be happier about it.

It was cute! And even better: It was red! The bestest of all the colors, as Isabelle had decided at least a year ago. Followed by pink and purple, by some margin. And now, with this dress, she was cute! And red!

And as the gears were rattling in her head, Isabelle came to some mindboggling ideas. For now, clothing has been a rather... abstract concept for Isabelle. Clothing has come out of the wardrobe. Her clothing, at least. Some could be bought as well, but that was it. But this meant, that there was more to it. Clothing could come in various forms and colors - like this very new red dress. It could be adjusted to anyone and made by anyone. Like her mother, or, more importantly, herself. AND it could be made as cute as she wanted!

"So? Does it fit? Do you like it?", her mother asked, also a bit worried as Isabelle had been silent and - even more concerning - staying still for quite a moment.

"I looooooove it!!!", Isabelle finally exclaimed. "It's so cuuute! And so reeed! It's juuust like i wanted it! Thaaank you, mom!!" The biggest and tightest hug she could muster followed.

"I want to make one toooo!! Shooow me!", Isabelle stated right after the hug. "Uhm, that's, uh-", her mother tried to reply, but the descision had been made. There was no way to stop Isabelle now. "Showmeshowmeshowmeshowmeeeeee!! Pleeeeease!!"

It was certainly not the reaction, her mother had expected. But who could say no to his own child, especially if she was far more enthusiastic then she had ever been?

"Oookay, Isa, I will show you. But you have to be very careful, okay? Those needles are sharp! And a whole dress might be a bit too much for the beginning...", her mother sighed. "But I wanna make one myseeelf!" "Isa, we can't- well, what about Lilly? Why not make one for her? She wants a new dress as well, doesn't she?"

Isabelle gasped in shock. She was so right! She could make a dress for Lilly, so she had some more to wear! And change her dresses!! And afterwards, more for herself! And then for Lilly again!

"Liiilly!", she Isabelle shouted as she ran back to the couch, where she had left her doll. "Liiilly, looook! Look at my dreeess! Mooom made it for me! And III will make one for you, juuust you wait!"

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So. First of all: I am SO sorry it took me so long to answer, but Dawntrail happened and I had to think of something first but HERE WE ARE! Thank you so much, @scholarlostintime, for this ask! I love the idea and what came from it!! I really had to write it and i was thinking about it over the last weeks again and again!

Second of all: Sorry for making this kinda lengthly but... but it had to be! It sometimes be like that, we all know that!

And in the end, what else is there to talk about? Well, from that point on you can very much expect her to train hard to improve more and more. Probably with dads help as well, I mean he is a capable weaver as well. And, uhm... well, in the end, it kinda was a calling, I guess?

Also imagine how many dresses she must have made for Lilly. All of them probably be kept at her parents home, waiting to be taken with her to her home. If it hasn't happen already.

Anyway, enough rambling for today! Hope you and everyone else enjoyed this writing, and have a nice day <3

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

'Stuck' for the writing prompts, for whoever you'd like to write about! (--@space-writes)

@space-writes I'm so sorry this took forever--I changed ideas twice before just deciding to continue with the Isaac/Kinslayer theme. So, uh, hope you enjoy gay stuff happening on a ship?

From this list of sexy prompt asks

Words: 2,493

Summary: While exploring the lower decks of a beached shipwreck, Isaac tries an unconventional shortcut. He doesn't regret it, not exactly.

Content Advisory: Possible claustrophobia trigger (being stuck/trapped in an enclosed space), suggestive touching, teasing, power dynamics play, spanking, look the first part of this is pretty silly, I'll mark the spot where things become spicier later on for those who want to opt out, and include an advisory about the sexy stuff beneath that cut off point

It was the first time Isaac had ever seen Kinslayer look surprised. As soon as they’d come through the watertight door and saw him their brows shot up—their mouth even fell open a bit. Given the circumstances, he couldn’t exactly congratulate himself.

“Help,” Isaac said, voice tiny.

They crossed the room, boots clomping on steel grating, until they stood in front of him. “The hell happened to you, bookworm?”

He tried to sigh, but the pressure around his ribs when he inhaled that deeply was too much. “I was trying to get back to the upper decks…”

“Uh-huh.”

“…but I got turned around somehow. All these ship passageways look alike.”

“That much I figured when you started calling for me with your thoughts. But why’re you halfway sticking out of the goddamn bulkhead?”

How good was their night vision? Good enough not to need a flashlight, apparently, but hopefully not enough to see how embarrassed he looked. “Well. Uh. I was looking for, er, the way out. And I happened to peek through that, that tube thingy with the metal trays hanging in front?”

“The cable ways, yeah.”

“I shone the light through that and spotted some steps. Over there.” Forlornly, Isaac pointed to the narrow staircase on the other side of the room. (Or what had Anaru said they were called on a ship? Compartments?)

“And lemme guess. You couldn’t find the door, so you tried to shimmy in through that vent and got yourself stuck instead.” Even in the gloom, he noticed their shoulders shaking.

Isaac huffed. “Don’t laugh.”

“Little too late for that, bookworm. But don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll get you out of there.”

“My hero.”

“If you’re going to sass me, though…”

“Okay, okay! Please just get me out of here. I’m probably already going to need a tetanus shot.”

“You want me to grab hold of your arms and pull?”

“No, I think that might just make it worse. If you pull from behind that should work—I can’t back out myself because my feet don’t quite reach the floor now.”

Kinslayer patted him on the head despite his scowling. “Give me a minute to find the passageway.”

Then there was nothing for him to do except wait. Isaac did his best to keep from imagining anything spooky lurking in the dark corners, or just outside his flashlight beam. Given that whole misadventure with Elfy the last time he’d explored a wrecked old ship, it wasn’t easy.

A light touch slid along the outside of his thigh and made him twitch in alarm.

“Easy, bookworm,” came Kinslayer’s voice, muffled by the metal wall separating them.

His heart shifted down a gear. “Get me out of here.”

“All right, let’s see what’s what.”

Isaac tried not to squirm as their hands roamed around, gently prodding at where his hips met the vent. Mostly. One wandered over to rest on his ass. Not squeezing or anything, just…there.

“What do you, um, think?”

“Well, looks like the waistband of your jeans could be holding you up. Might have to shuck ‘em.”

“Are you serious?” His voice had risen an octave or two.

“Could always just bring you food and water three times a day, if you wanna stay. Leave you some reading material.”

“Haha. Just…just do whatever you need to.”

His face grew hot as Kinslayer slipped a hand around to his front, working it between his abdomen and the vent enough to pop the button on his jeans. Isaac chewed his lips and tried to distract himself by listing every breed of dog he knew while they peeled the denim off his helplessly dangling legs, leaving it bunched around his ankles. A startled little yip leapt from his throat when their fingers dug into his hips.

“Ah, are you going to…erm…”

“Gonna what?”

“Help me?” His voice and the hope in it were too faint to even echo.

“Hmm. I dunno. Maybe if you ask real nice.”

“O-kay. Um. Help me…please?”

The smack on his ass, when it came, made him drop his flashlight; it went rolling across the floor, causing wild shadows to flit over the walls. Though of course it was futile, Isaac attempted to twist around and stare at Kinslayer in disbelief.

“You can do better than that, bookworm. Go on. Once more, with feeling.”

He kept perfectly still, brain whirring. Did they really want him to…what? Plead? Submit? Kinslayer had always discussed that kind of scenario with him beforehand. Then again, they did enjoy pushing his buttons—nudging him out of his comfort zones. Maybe this was just an unexpected opportunity to mess with him.

“What happens if I don’t?” The direct approach rarely went wrong.

It stung a bit, the second smack. “Then I spank this cute little ass until it glows like Rudolph’s nose on Christmas Eve.”

He gulped. “If I ask—if I beg…you’ll let me go?”

Two strikes landed in quick succession, making tears prickle in his eyes. “Naw, doubt it.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“It is fun, though.”

“For you maybe!”

!!! Explicit Scene Starts Below !!!

Content Advisory: Spanking, dirty talk, mild/referenced sadism, submission, anal fingering, brief degradation/humiliation, suggested group sex, we're basically watching Isaac unlock a new kink in real-time here

Kinslayer rested a hand on his flank. Gently, but it still made him flinch like he’d been jabbed with a thumbtack.

“Isaac.” Their voice had lowered to a purr—a growl?—that made the hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention.

“What?” he snapped.

“Are you hard?”

His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

“Are you?” they pressed, giving him a motivating slap.

“No!” Not all the way at least—he probably wouldn’t have even noticed his body reacting if they hadn’t brought it up.

Kinslayer’s laughter was felt more than heard, a subtle tremor in the air. Or maybe Isaac had just started shivering. “Liar.”

“I’m not—”

His protests earned a flurry of blows that made Isaac yelp and kick as much as the jeans still comically hanging around his ankles would allow. Metal edges dug into his ribs as he attempted to twist, turn, do anything to free himself and avoid the relentless palm from colliding with his backside again.

“Had enough?” Kinslayer asked, mercifully giving him a break. “You ready to admit defeat?”

He grit his teeth, sweat tickling the back of his neck and glueing his curls to his skin. “You wish.”

Hands were on him again, tugging off his boxers. Cinders singed his nerves as Kinslayer dragged their short nails down the curve of one asscheek. “You’re right. I do wish.”

Shit. Now he really was—

He couldn’t help it if his body reacted, though. It was the cool air, being naked yet half-dressed at the same time, the way their voice made his skin flush hot all over, and—Isaac shook his head to clear the rosy haze from his thoughts. It simply wasn’t fair. He couldn’t disobey or misbehave like this. The best he could do was sulk, but his heart wouldn’t be in it.

“Isaac. Am I going to have to beat an answer out of you?”

It wasn’t fair. Although…that didn’t mean he was helpless. Not completely.

“You wouldn’t.” He paused, heart hammering against the sheet metal imprisoning him. “You can’t.” Not quite his usual style of defiance, but it scratched the itch he hadn’t been able to reach before.

Somehow, he could sense Kinslayer’s expression change. In his mind’s eye, he saw a grin creep across their face, revealing a sharp crescent of teeth. Isaac took a shaky breath and wondered what, exactly, it said about him that fear wasn’t driving his pulse.

A hit with the most force behind it yet landed, sending his thoughts scattering like a break across a billiard table. Then another. And another, so close on the heels of the last that the stinging pain overlapped, intensifying. Kinslayer fell into a devious rhythm, striking the same spot until it felt branded, the shape of their hand seared into his flesh. Right at the edge of Isaac’s breaking point, though, they’d shift to the other side, starting the whole torturous process again. The compartment soon echoed with curses, cries, and, eventually, sobs.

“Okay, okay!” he finally gasped. “You win! Stop! Please!”

“Had enough, huh?”

“Yes, I’ll be good!”

“Oh, bookworm, it was never about you being good or bad.”

Swiping sweat from his eyes and still catching his breath, Isaac thought hard. What had they said? Not fair, but fun. He relaxed as much as his aching body would allow.

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice stayed surprisingly steady. “Because I’m stuck. You can do whatever you want to me right now, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”

Kinslayer’s pleased hum reverberated up and down his spine. “See? I knew you’d get it sooner or later. Glad we’re on the same page.”

There was a rustle of fabric. Not like they were undressing, but maybe…going through the pockets of their jacket? Isaac’s brows pinched as he listened, focused on what was coming next.

Of all the things he’d imagined, slick fingers sliding between his cheeks hadn’t made the list. Isaac jumped and hissed, the touch like dragging a live wire across his raw skin.

“I do believe you’ve earned a little treat, though,” Kinslayer told him. “Whaddaya say?”

“It’s up to you,” he said through gritted teeth and contrary to every instinct.

“Mmm. Now you’re starting to get it.”

A fingertip began to stroke his hole, setting off a wave of tingles that blended with the pain in a way that made him wish he could arch his back. He wriggled, but a hand gripped his hip. Breathing through his nose, Isaac made himself go still again. The insistence behind the caresses increased. His body didn’t put up much of a fight, allowing Kinslayer to push one long finger into him. Isaac shoved a fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep quiet. Just because they had him dead to rights didn’t mean he had to broadcast how much it was turning him on. Or how fucking well the burn of being breached complemented the heat radiating from his oversensitive skin. They could read his thoughts if they wanted to know, so he wouldn’t bother admitting it out loud. Definitely wouldn’t beg for more, harder, faster, please and thank you. He wouldn’t.

Luckily, Kinslayer wasn’t asking for input. “You know, as cute as you are when you’re full of vim and vinegar, we ought to do this more often. Well, not the ‘stuck in a vent’ thing. More the ‘at my mercy’ part, I mean. Though, being in this wreck does bring back some fond memories.”

They withdrew their finger enough to add a second. Pressure and resistance as they filled him partway, then retreated a fraction only to thrust in deeper, working him open. Curling, both digits pressed upwards, seeking an angle of attack that would destroy any illusion of defiance he had left. The anticipation, simply knowing Kinslayer was going to win, to prod and pet until they made him—

Isaac gripped the flange of the vent and wished his legs would stop quivering.

“I worked on dozens of ships in the old days, before steam engines became common. Expeditions, piracy, whaling. Did I ever mention that?” Kinslayer continued. “I usually wound up around second or third command. You know, something like a bosun or mate. That way, I’d be the one who got to give the lashings and break green sailors to my will.”

Though he’d been braced for it, Isaac couldn’t hold back a sharp, stuttering inhale when they hit a place inside of him just so. Every stroke melted his bones and organs further into liquid pleasure. It dribbled down the ladder of his ribcage, thick and warm, to pool in his belly and settle heavily between his thighs. By the end, there’d be nothing left of him but a quivering puddle on the floor.

“You know how much fun I would’ve had if I’d found you like this on one of my ships, bookworm? I would’ve whipped you until you had more stripes than a zebra. Maybe, if I was feeling generous, I would’ve invited a couple of deckhands to join me so we could take turns with you.”

A choked whimper escaped his throat. Isaac hid his face behind his hands as Kinslayer laughed, low, dark, devoid of pity.

“Well, how about that? Never took you for an exhibitionist.”

He wasn’t. Not really. No matter what sounds came out of him.

“Or is it the thought of being helpless that’s got you hot under the collar? Getting spanked, being fucked while you can’t do a damn thing about it? Being used like the pretty toy you are?”

Couldn’t hide the noises anymore. Couldn’t keep them back. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care anymore. Just as long as Kinslayer didn’t stop. As long as he was allowed—

“You going to come like this, Isaac? Going to disgrace yourself?”

His voice was wrecked, in tatters. “If you want me to.”

Their other hand wrapped around his cock, easily gliding from tip to base and back. “Good answer.”

Lightning split Isaac asunder. Pleasure, white-hot, crackled through his spine, boiled his blood to rust-colored steam, withered his muscle fibers to ash, and gave him a glimpse of heaven before he drifted back down to earth. He hung limp, catching his breath in gasps. His aches and pains had grown distant. Were of a past lifetime. Forgotten.

Something squeezed in on either side of his ribs, grabbed ahold, and pulled him free as easy as pie. He tried to glare up at Kinslayer’s smirking face as they held him, arms wrapped around his waist. More than likely he just looked dazed and drowsy.

“You with me, bookworm?”

“Mm-hm.” Jerk.

They had one of their quiet, shoulder shaking laughs at his expense while they propped him against the wall. Bulkhead. Whatever. Using a little pack of wipes, they helped clean him up enough to get his clothing back in order. He winced as the waistband of his boxers and jeans slid up and over his ass.

“Som…” Isaac cleared his hoarse throat. “Something you learned from life at sea?”

One of Kinslayer’s brows quirked.

He pointed at the pack. “Always be prepared?”

“Oh, sure.” They tucked it back into the appropriate jacket pocket. “Modern lube keeps better than whale oil too.”

Isaac opened his mouth, then let it fall shut. Maybe his curiosity could stand to leave some stones unturned.

“Well, upsy-daisy, bookworm.”

“Wha—” He flailed as he was manhandled into being carried over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Can’t let you walk all the way up to the weather deck, can I? Denim’ll chafe your tender hide before I can tend to it. Unless you object?”

He heaved a sigh, though that didn’t stop him from relaxing, letting his arms dangle down their back. “Do I really have a choice?”

“You catch on real quick.”

[cosmicheartz]

Concept for a new lamb im working on + a seperate continuity thingy

Their Name is Maveth ( They/He )

He’s Solanges cousin ( he’s dead in her universe/continuity and she’s dead in theirs) and the universe they’re in is identical to Solanges but he’s the last surviving lamb ( regarding the lands of old faith ) instead

Still workshopping the storyline but some basic stuff

- Older than Solange ( he’s like late 20s-early 30s )

- unlabeled sexuality but is polyam

- A lot more morally grey than Solange ( like I’m talking a lot more fucked up in terms of morals to the point where it rlly blurs the line between morally grey and actually evil )

- Less hung up abt being a cult leader than Solange but is still bitter abt the whole situation ( also sometimes worries abt the whole power imbalance thing with him and his spouse/spouses )

- Does care abt their followers to varying degrees ( granted they care more abt certain ones than others ) but is very distant and closed off along with masking his true emotions from most of them.

- Despite that closed offness they’re very well respected by his followers. They present themselves as a mostly benevolent leader in public and only shows their more sadistic side when it comes to dealing with spies and particularly stubborn dissenters ( and a secret third thing you’ll find out very soon enough ). 

- Has a very inflated sense of justice and seeks revenge on the bishops for not just what they did to the sheepfolk but for everyone who was mistreated and fucked over by them ( and eventually this includes them enacting revenge on Narinder for the shit he did )

- Maveth and Naris relationship is genuinely awful, Maveth “spared” Narinder just to lock him in the temples basement and tortured him ( both physically and mentally/psychologically ). Narinder is now a husk of himself that prays for Maveth to get bored of torturing him and just kill him permanently

Here’s a list of the shit Maveth has done/does to Nari ( Major fucking general trigger warning bc it’s pretty gnarly ( some specific tws include declawing, eye gouging, forced cannibalism etc )

+ beheads him and revives him ( this is the first thing they do )

+ declaws him

+ gouges out his third eye

+ physical abuse of many flavors ( particularly flagellation )

+ deprivation of food, drink, and sleep

+ extreme psychological torture

+ force Nari to eat some truly vile shit ( literally and figuratively )

+ keeps Nari chained up to make sure he doesn’t escape or fight back

+ often drugs Nari with menticide mushrooms to keep him “ docile “

+ force Nari to eat the carcass of Kallamar ( Maveth used Kallamar for food after he fought his purged form and killed him im his mortal form. They passed it off to his followers as the typical squid from pilgrims passage )

- As implied before Maveth does not even entertain the idea of bringing the bishops back to their cult. They decide to just kill them after releasing them from purgatory

- the bishops deaths weren’t pretty either ( as shown with the fact Maveth literally uses Kallamar for food after )

- Maveths Followers do not know what Maveth is doing with Nari, They assumed they just ended up killing him or that Nari ran away.

- I’m still figuring out their other spouses ( if I give them more than one ) but one I have developed is a rabbit named Cheryl ( might make a separate post on her )

- Maveth cares deeply for his spouses ( especially Cheryl ) and they’re the few people he lets his guard down for. Though I’m not exactly sure if their relationship/s with them are exactly healthy though

[rhemaji]

Some musings abt the soon to be Precure season

So i took a look at the new website and bruhhh

they're so tacky looking and cute I love them! I'd actually gotten spoiled for Cure Wonderful and Cure Nyami's designs thanks to fanart on pixiv, and at the time I thought the season was going to have an Alice and Wonderland motif thanks to Wonderful's crown [thought she was gonna be like the queen of hearts but nope]. After checking out the website and trailer tho, it seems like the theme is more of a zoo and or animal companion theme. When I first realized that I thought to myself "wait haven't we been here before?" but thinking about it further Healing Good's theme was more along the lines of veterinarians and the earth[?] and Kira Kira Precure's was moreso just animals as window dressing/attack inspo with sweets being the main theme so I suppose we're not technically retreading old ground here. Speaking of not retreading old ground- HOLY SHIT THE MAIN CURE IS A DOG??

Just like...a full on dog dog bruh, like dang man I never thought i'd see the day where we'd essentially get a fairy leading the team. It seems like the team's split into both humans and animals, with Cure Nyami definitely being that white cat

This is exciting! I love that Precure's held onto having fairies transform into humans, it's so heckin fun! Back to the designs- In order of my favorite to least favorite it's Cure Nyami [look at that hair bruh! she is beauty, she is grace]

Cure Friend [the poncho and hair are my fav]

Cure Wonderful [she looks like such a peppy kid awwww]

and lastly Cure Lillian [her arm thingies remind me of Futari Wa and I adore that ribbon]

Honestly, I think this may be the first time since Kira Kira Precure that I've been immediately on board with the designs. I ended up loving Hirogaru's over time but at first glance, I couldn't get over how weird they looked [never fully ended up liking Cure Wing's design but still love the character]. The only thing I dislike about them is Lillian's headband, and the big heart on Friend's shoes. I'm sort of a big sucker for poofy/frilly skirts, long straight hair, and ponchos so I feel well-fed. I'm especially looking forward to seeing them all in motion, especially Lillian since based on her turnaround she seems to have a bit of sass to her. Based on Nyami's turnarounds/previews she seems to be more of a kuudere[?] type which isn't something we've gotten for a main cure in a while. There's also all of these guys just hangin' out on the site too

Can't wait to see what these lil guys can do, hoping that they'll be connected to powerups and maybe even special outfits/attacks [really enjoyed it when Happiness Charge did that]. But maaaan this is so cool. It seems like ever since Hirogaru decided to play around with Precure conventions they're going all out with unique approaches to the formula. One thing I hope they continue doing this season tho, is keeping the fighting style as a literal fighting style like super sentai where they actually throw punches. I love Kira Kira, but there's only so many times [like 2] that I can watch someone fight by pointing a wand at something before I start skipping the battles. Really loved how Hirogaru frequently would have the characters strategize in battle, it really kept me engaged even if I always know how it'll end. All-in-all, it's sad to see Hirogaru go, but I'm excited with what new stories await in the new season! ^^

[reuska]

How things I make for my HC end up being in Genshin

I will share with you a matter of great pride for me ♥ I've wanted to write a post like this for quite some time but there was never enough time.

Some of you might be familiar with my Genshin OC Hette (eventually known also as Vesna and Silver). I created her sometime during Year 1 of Genshin and her story started and was meant to remain in Mondstadt first. But as my preferences changed (the interaction target moved from Diluc to Zhongli), her story just naturally, in small chunks, progressed from Mond to Liyue. I didn't rewrite it, I simply continued. It was incredibly fun to watch as I had no idea how far her story would actually go.

But the probably most amusing thing on this journey was watching, how things I made for Hette and her story, with no or very vague base in the lore at THAT time, ended up happening or being verified by the game not so long after. Some of them visual, some in worldbuilding and some ABSURDLY and unbelievably accurately happened in the story. My biggest trophy is that I basically came up with whole Furina's story concept long before Fontaine aired. If you're interested, just keep reading ♥

Hette's green patterns

The first thing that comes to my mind are the green patterns (and palette) on Hette's scarf and coat-thingy. We didn't even have Inazuma when I created them. What I had in mind was that she used to study botanics in Sumeru and I wanted it so seem somewhat oriental. Well, as things have it, when we got the Sumeru academia, we learned that all students wear berets with lining color specific to their darshan. Here's the beret for the Amurta darshan which would naturally include Hette's botanics studies:

It just seriously looks like she just loyally wears an Amurta scarf. Thanks, lore ♥

2. Outfit

Speaking of clothes, let's focus on the outfit as a whole. When Genshin first teased Collei's outfit, it instantly became one of my fav designs in Genshin. And there was no wonder, I CLEARLY have a type. Just look at the similarity and placement of design elements (even the ombre on tights xD). Hette was created roughly one year prior Collei's first reveal - outfit-wise, with no basis for future Sumeru visuals. I wanted to combine her being from Mondstadt with influence from her studies in Sumeru. Well, and as coincidence has it, Collei is from Sumeru, influenced by Mondstadt. Same design concept.

3. Silver's palette

Since we're at visuals now, I will go fast forward to Silver. If Hette is a Bulbasaur, Silver is Venusaur. She's a sword user with affiliation for Dendro.

Now if you think she looks like fem version of Alhaitham, with his secondary blue color substitued with her magenta, you're not wrong. She totally does. Only I designed her sometime in March/April 2022 while the first leaks of Haitham's didn't come sooner than July of the same year.

4. Time and leylines

When I started with Hette's story, I made few blind reaches with the worldbuilding. I wanted her to communicate with slimes, I decided it was plausible for the slimes to reside in leylines and as such her ability needed to use leylines in a deeper sense than your regular catalyst mage. She's not OP but she has this niche ability to reach into leylines. After the moonchase festival, I yolo decided I wanted to send her back in time to meet the adepti of old (also would give her the much needed knowledge of Morax). There was no known time travel nor time relativity in Genshin by then so this was the most baseless move I ever did with my lore. I used her leyline ability to make the accidental time travel - she would drop back in time when using her ability near leyline disorder. Meaning I decided to connect Genshin time with Leylines.

The next Genshin update gave us Raiden's second story quest which confirmed both time relativity and its connection to leylines. Pretty wow moment for me.

5. Zhongli pulling his fav peeps from different spaces

This one is still insanely riddiculous to me. So you know how Hette involuntarilly traveled back in time. Long story short, MANY things happened there but eventually she got sucked in the time stream again and had the choice to attempt to move back to her original time. And she did just that. However, when she reached the moment she believed lead to her OG time, she lacked the ability to crack from the leyline space back to the normal one. However, dendro slimes see her there and they manage to call Zhongli to help. That's where I made another completely baseless move and had him pull Hette out of the leyline space using his powers.

What happened two updates after I estabilished this fact? Yes, this.

Different space? Checked. Zhongli pulling someone out? Checked. HOW THE HELL???

6. THE WHOLE FURINA THING

You think this is crazy coincidence? Weeeelll, wait till you hear this one. When Hette's back in the early Archon War era, she has her Vision still with her, in time of no Visions. In another baseless move, I decided that her Vision would thus have strongly amplified powers, almost akin to a Gnosis. This eventually leads to her being mistaken for a god. Trying to not bring attention to her time travel (to not change anything), she has to roll with this claim. She ends up being part of the adepti but she doesn't engage with them in fear of being revealed. Meanwhile common people revere her so there is this invisible wall between her and others, she's lonely and this act is extremely painful for her. She's not aging at this point because the dendro is so strong with her it just keeps instantly correcting her. And she has no idea how long she'll have to keep it up.

SOUNDS FAMILIAR???

Zhongli, who got to meet her in the future(Hette's original time) had no idea about this connection between her and the weird god who used to fight alongside them for a brief time in the past. He figures out this connection when he realizes Hette was sucked in by the Leylines. So you have this god figure learning that a mere mortal was forced to play a god role in a lonely selfless act and said god figure is pained by that realization.

SOUNDS FAMILIAR??????

(And yes, I estabilished this headcanon over a year before Fontaine came).

For the record, Furina had it worse. She was truly alone. In Hette's case (or Vesna's, that's the name she went by back then), she had the luck of Marchosius being too people-person (bear) and too nosy. He eventually got her to spill the beans and confide in him. Ever since then, he kept mentoring her in a way, looking out for her and providing moral support. Which is the only reason she didn't go insane.

7. One more outfit thingy

So we estabilished Hette traveled there and back again in time, after which she becomes who I call Silver. An identity she estabilishes because she feels her Hette self is dead and doesn't want to have anything to do with her Vesna self. But a lot of leyline stuff happened, right.

When I was designing her outfit, I wanted to put a pattern on her gray sleeves. I chose hollow circles with dots because this has been one of my fav designs for a looong time, there was no real underlying thought for it. And as far as I knew, it had never been used in Genshin in any way (and they have a lot of symbols there).

Well, guess where the hollow circle with a dot appeared for the first time in Genshin? If it isn't Irminsul, aka the tree which's roots are the FRICKING LEYLINES which Hette can enter...?

For the record, I later realized Paimon has something a little similar - a big star and half a circle around it in a constellation on her cape. But Paimon is widely theorized to be affiliated with time. Time is somehow connected to the leylines so the funny coincidence still stands.

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Rehearsal 7 ♪

Oh jeez oh boy this is a long one. BUCKLE UP!

So, since this Tuesday we had a free day (this is literally as rare as an eclipse happening we never get random free days) our theatre group decided that we should do the most productive thing of all with that free day: rehearse! (Instead of practicing for the test that I have literally the next day...). So, I'm that one person of the group that lives an hour away from everyone else, and I decided that for once they should be the ones to have to bike for like 45 minutes or sit in a tram for an hour! It's also because I found this really cool amfitheater-like spot near my tram-station, and I figured it'd be the perfect place to rehearse!

I brought my totally neurotypical bag (from the 'if you see some1 w this bag wyd' post) and went in what I currently already have for my Ricky costume!

When I arrived at the tram-station, Ocean was already there (very in-character of her) and we chatted until the rest arrived too, and we went to the spot to practice. We basically did a bunch of random scenes, but for the most part it was a walkthrough of the entire musical (is that the correct English word btw??), but we didn't get very far...

By the rest, I mean Karnak 1. We were a small group, being only me (Ricky), Mischa, Karnak 1, and Ocean.

When we were rehearsing Fall Fair Suite, this random child and it's mother just decided to spawn out of nowhere and feed the ducks whilst we were rehearsing, it was so awkwardd.

At some point we decided to go to my house because why not?? But we got distracted by the playground right behind the amfitheater-space...I tried to stay in-character but the playground isn't very fun when you can't walk correctly...also we toooootally didn't jokingly try pole-dancing on one of those fireman-poles and fall to our certain deaths, and by we I mean Mischa (and I'm pretty sure Ocean tried it too at some point).

why did I just randomly get a HIT of rehearsal 1 nostalgia wtf

Anyways, after the playground (it sounds like we're all like 7 years old or some shit XD) we continued walking to my house and I discovered that Karnak 1 knows THE NEIGHBORHOOD THAT I LIVE IN better than me. So yay.

Don't ask me why, but like 70% of the time that we spent walking I had put on the Nyan Cat Theme. It was just funny idfk we probably looked like crazy people smh. Also, we were in-character at some point whilst walking and basically what happened was that we were all already at the point in the time-line where we're dead, and Ricky annoys everyone by playing Nyan Cat on loop. How he can play it with no wifi? He downloaded it. It is the only song he has every downloaded. The St. Cassian Chamber Choir will forever be hearing the Nyan Cat Theme.

Anywayzeee, then we got to my house and ate some cheese sticks (it's a Dutch thing and is NOT as disgusting as it sounds, I <3 cheese sticks!!) with some orange juice and for some reason we were all really calm and down to earth (probably just tired from rehearsal). We js talked about plans for RTC and (other) stuff.

My dog REALLY liked our new guests, also yes I have a dog she's the sweetest little DEMON named Pixel. She literally jumped on everyone and could not stop sniffing them and begging them for cheese sticks. I had to teach my friends how to say "DOWN!" in Bulgarian (Доло), because that's one of the few commands that she listens to.

Then, we decided to continue rehearsing because why not! When Mischa was performing Talia, my dog was very intrigued and worried, and she started barking REALLY loudly when Mischa started (fake-)crying at the end of the song. Apparently his performance was so good that my dog believed it haha.

Before that I also had to practice my monologue and little thingy after SABM and it was kind of chaotic and I didn't do very well because for me to do a scene properly I have to be in the mood and also rehearse in front of the mirror like 40 times...

I also gave them a room tour!! Mischa had a lot of appreciation for my RTC wall (which has grown btw, I will make another post about it soon!).

That was all!!^^

-Ricky Potts🖖