#someone asked about this stuff a little earlier today so. i decided to answer :+)

[efverse]

for years leafeon and glaceon(obv as eevees but for the sake of clarity im gonna call them by their evos still here) excitedly planned on evolving into their evos in sinnoh.

so when they turned 11 they went on a trip there w eon and their grandfather to evolve...

leafeon went to the moss rock. glaceon and eon went w him.

he evolved. it was cool. it got glaceon hyped for their evolution that was gonna happen the next day at the ice rock :)

the next day glaceon was ready to get out and evolve as soon as possible!

she went w leafeon and their grandfather to the ice rock up route 217 the next day.

they left without telling eon who when he found out that they left w their grandfather rushed out to try and get to them.

while heading down mt coronet in a blizzard. glaceon slipped and fell getting caught in the falling snow and seriously hurt...

when she was pulled out of the snow she had evolved(her body's way of trying to help her)

leafeon and their grandfather brought her to the first house they could find and the pokemon there let them rest...

[reinreingoawayy]

sae was super against the idea of having a pet cat. one, he thought they were mean, and two, he couldn’t stand the smell of their shit. so when he sees you holding a small black stray cat, both—you and the cat—drenched from the rain, he couldn’t help himself from shaking his head while he grabs towels for you and for the cat. he suggested bringing it to the animal shelter, which you disagreed right away as you tucked the poor cat into your arms as if he was going to snatch it from you and throw it to the nearest animal shelter.

he exhaled as he watch you give your full attention to the cat.

“so what are you gonna do about it now?” he asked.

“i don’t know—keep it?” you said, gently patting the towel on the cat’s body.

“but—”

“but i want to make sure you’re okay with it first,” you said.

“you know the answer,” he said with finality in his voice.

“can’t i change your mind? at all?”

sae looked away because he knows—he knows himself that he’d eventually give in to those pleading eyes. sae had always been this tough guy, but for some reason, the tough, hard to please, unchanging mind, becomes all too soft for you. it was almost like you had him in a spell that he couldn’t get through, not that he’d want to get through.

for him, what comes first is you. regardless of what he wants, it was always you first, and he was okay with it. seeing how your eyes would light up, the way you curl the corners of your lips when you’re happy was enough reason for him to put you first before anything else.

but having a pet cat was a different topic. he was very open about not wanting it. so, it was a challenge for you to persuade him. it only took a lot of pleases and promises and few bribes here and there before he finally exhaled with defeat. that was your cue that he was finally giving in.

“fine,” he said softly.

you beamed and almost jumped onto him for a hug.

“thank you!” you said again and again.

“but we must have conditions,” he said as you sat back to your seat, ready to listen to his conditions. there was a handful but you were more than willing to cooperate if that meant you could finally have a cat.

after bringing the cat to the veterinary clinic to make sure she was all good, you both went to a pet store to buy some stuff for the small cat. you were all giddy and excited as you survey each aisle, thinking and grabbing all the stuff you thought she might need while sae push the cart behind you.

“do you think this is excessive?” you asked sae.

he quickly shrugged his shoulders. “if you think it’s good for her, then go for it,” he replied, making your heart melt for a moment. you felt a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest that it almost made you tear up in front of the whole store.

after buying all the stuff, you went back home, played with the kitten while sae goes out for his usual football practice. if you don’t have work, you’d stay at home doing random stuff to fill up the boredom. he usually comes back before dinner time, if there’s intensive training, he comes back before midnight, and today is that day. when he comes back, it’s either you were already asleep or binge watching a series with your skincare on.

tonight, you decided to wait for him while you play with the kitten, but exhaustion came faster than sae and before you even know, you were knocked out on the couch with the ball of yarn on your hand. before you pass out, you could’ve sworn you heard the door unlocked but you drifted anyway.

sae sighed, watching you sound asleep on the couch. the blue ball of yarn was still on your hand and the small cat was laying beside you, perfectly loafed.

“hi there,” sae said, kneeling in front of you and the kitten. he felt stupid for greeting the animal, but when the kitten let out a small meow, he was taken aback.

“sorry if i acted that way earlier. truth is, i don’t really know how to take care of someone like you and i’m a little afraid that i might end up neglecting you, but don’t worry. your mom, right here…” he said, pointing at you, still sleeping.

“she’s gonna take good care of you and i will do my best to do my part as well. i’m sorry if i ever had you feel you were not welcome here. i just really don’t know what to react. it’s a me problem. you are definitely most welcome.”

he bit his lower lip as he tried to scratch the kitten’s back hesitantly, but when the kitten leaned on to his touch, he felt a slight relief.

“so how was your day with your mom? did you do anything fun?” he smiled.

“my practice was fine. it was tiring and almost felt redundant, but i love football so it’s fine. i hope you find what you love soon. i’d like to see it.”

“one last thing i have to tell, love your mom as much as i love her, okay? i hope you see how much of a wonderful person she is. she’s the best you could ever have,” he said before finally nudging your shoulders to wake you up.

“wake up, love,” he said in a very soft voice.

you hummed, pretending not to hear all of what he said just now.

“i love you, sae,” you whispered.

“you heard that, didn’t you?” he said.

“maybe?”

“i love you, too. now lemme get you to a proper bed.”

[zoieru]

Cuddles it is, then ~ Jing Yuan looks after you on your period.

That's literally it. I've got cramps, so, self indulgence. I wrote this in about 20 minutes with a hot water bottle on my stomach. Was gonna be a 'hsr men when you're on your period' but I got carried away lmao. I guess I do one for each oops. Send warm cosy gentle gorgeous generals to help pls much appreciated. Enjoy. Mentions of: period cramps, duh.

You were trying your best to just go about your day, getting stuff done. But the Aeons had apparently decided that today, the day you had to go back and forth from the divination comission, was the day you would have cramps with an intensity you hadn't seen in months. It felt as though your insides were twisting like pretzels, slowing your steps as the twinges coursed through even your legs and lower back.

Back to the seat of divine foresight, for the second time, though it felt like the fifth. The Loufu air did little to refresh you, as it usually would, but you still felt a touch stuffy as you entered the large long room.

It's like he felt it, in the air. The General looked towards the doors, as always when someone came in, and as his gaze caught you he stood up from his desk, a small bubble of concern rising to his chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked, walking over to you, eyes raking your figure like a gentle but attentive caress, as if to figure out the answer by looking. He could just...feel it. He wasn't always right about these things, not being used to sensing and attending to people's emotions so much as he was with you, now. But he was learning, quickly, and had every will to know all your signs, found it happening somewhat naturally, absorbing them without much thought. He might be the dozing general, but he wasn't lazy, not when it came to you.

As you tried to brush it off, say you aren't feeling well but it'll pass, his eyebrow not covered by his long fair bangs furrowed a little, his golden eyes tracing your facial features with increased concern. His hand came to your face, then, fingers gently running from the side of your jaw down to your chin, before slipping underneath and tucking your chin upwards with the side of his forefinger, lifting your eyes to meet his.

"Tell me. Someone else can do this job, for you. There's no need for you to suffer," he spoke softly, his voice so warm and soothing you didn't know whether it was the state you were in or what but it was a little ridiculous how a voice could feel like a blanket being tucked beneath you, enveloping you in it's gentle and safe embrace. It was enough to make your defenses, your stubbornness to push through the pain, cave. It always was. He always was.

You admitted what's wrong, eyes flitting briefly around the room to the other staff members and people in and out, though they couldnt hear, before returning to his uncovered one. It softened ever so slightly with the realisation, then flickered with a hint of determination. "Let us go home, then. I'm able to spare a little while," he said, already leading you out of the doors with a hand brushing over your lower back. It almost made you ache with the need for his touch there, the pressure, to ease the incessant cramps that tore through your insides.

You both walked out into the Loufu air once again, though this time you felt significantly more at ease with him beside you. It was always that way, he had this soothing feeling that was confusing, but incredible, especially in moments like now. But he walked you at a good pace, wanting to get you back to the room you shared, off your feet.

He eyed you sidelong, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "It would have been wiser to tell me earlier, you know. Your stubbornness is endearing, but not when it harms you." You might have been a little petulant at the gentle jab if it wasn't for who was speaking, the voice that curled around you again and made you want to do exactly that, into his arms.

When inside, you both took off what you didn't need, the uncomfier outer pieces of clothing, and he took your face in his hand again, achingly gentle yet firm, steady. This way about him always had you melting, but when you were indisposed like this it was lucky you could even function much. "What is it you need most right now? Be honest. I'm here, I have an hour or so." You felt a little guilty, of course, pulling him away from work. But he did his job so well the seat often just worked itself. He didn't doze off for nothing. You were just so grateful to have him here right now, and not think about anything else.

"You. Just...cuddle me?" You said, almost shy. You were just tired, done, ready to be held like a little child despite perhaps some ego hidden inside somewhere being gently bruised as a result.

He smiled, then, eyes softening as his large hands found your waist, pulling you just a little closer. He hummed a low melodic note in fond amusement. "I can do that," he murmured, feeling himself have a little flutter of warmth and excitement at the idea. He was a cuddler. A big one. And this was an excuse to cuddle you during the day. While he wouldn't wish this upon you, he wasn't complaining.

He took your fingers effortlessly and lead you to the bed, before letting you go and settling onto it, back propped up against the pillows and large headboard that stretched the wall. His legs stretched out, one slightly bent, a gap between them perfect for you, as he opened his arms with a little curl to his lips, soft in fond amusement as he looked at your slightly grumpy and pained form. "Come."

As you curled into his chest, in his lap almost, his arms fell around you naturally, enclosing you in his cocoon of warmth and comfort that was so familiar, so soothing, it felt as though some of the pain almost faded instantly. As you nuzzled into his almost unbearably warm, broad, chest a little, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Comfy, little one?" He hummed. His hand travelled down your skin to your lower abdomen, his warm and firm hand resting across it, almost bringing a sigh from your lips in relief at the gentle pressure and warmth slowly unravelling the tight knots that had been building all morning

"You know," he continued, thoughtfully, tucking his nose into your hair. "You could afford to be a little more high maintenance. I'd have cooked something, visited Lingsha, but all you want is cuddles, hm?" It's a gentle tease, one that drips with his fondness but also his concern that he wasn't doing enough for you, that you felt bad and weren't saying the things you needed. He was a bit of a worrier, as well as a cuddler. When it came to you, anyway.

"I know, just...we can get those later, right now this is what I need," you murmured, nuzzling further as if it was physically possible to get closer to him. He chuckled again, a hint of tension seeping out of him into the mattress as his arms shifted to get more comfortable around you. He accepted his fate, happily, very much so, a warmth unrelated to your body heat running through him at the fact you wanted him, needed him, especially at a time you felt so vulnerable. That he could bring you comfort and release somehow humbled him, brought him a deep sense of peace and belonging he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Cuddles it is, then," he mumbled, and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Dan Heng one here. Lemme know if you want another with someone else in particular. Ill do it just for you babygirl (gn), maybe, if I feel like it ;)

[inawickedlittletown]

Dog Days (BuckTommy) - 1/3

Summary: While on a call Buck and Hen get turned into dogs. Words: 2.4k Read on Ao3

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Part One

What Tommy had learned over the years was that when Howie called, it was with a reason. Yes, sometimes that reason was asking him for a favor, but those favors were usually the type that lead to helping someone. When he was Evan's boyfriend, he'd seen and spoken to Howie a lot more than in the years between Tommy transferring to Harbor and the call to fly out to find a lost cruise ship. As expected, after the break up they didn't stop all communication, but it did slow. 

Eventually, Tommy figured it would stop altogether until Howie needed his help somehow and then at that point, Tommy would probably drop anything to be of aid. Howie had saved his life, after all, but — and this was perhaps even more important — Howie would never ask unless he really needed it.

When, a few months after he and Evan broke up and after a night and morning that kept playing over and over in his head, he got a call from Howie, Tommy didn't hesitate to answer.

“Hey, Tommy,” Howie said and he sounded just a little odd and was that barking in the background?

“Hi, Howie,” Tommy said.

“So I have a big favor to ask,” Howie said. “You, uh, you own your place, right?”

A fact that Evan had forgotten the night he decided to ask Tommy to move into his loft as if Tommy could ever fit any of his stuff there. Of course, Evan had since moved to Eddie’s house which was…well, Tommy still thought that maybe there was something to his concern that Evan had feelings for Eddie. 

“I do. What's going on?”

“I, uh, I have a dog that needs a place to stay.”

“Don't you also own your own house?” Tommy asked.

Definitely a dog barking in the background. 

“Yes and a pregnant wife who is still recovering,” Howie said. He sounded stressed.

“Recovering from…oh, wait I heard. How is she doing?” Tommy asked.

When Evan had mentioned it in passing, Tommy hadn’t put it together that he had heard about the whole thing. It was absolutely insane what had happened to Maddie and she was lucky to have survived it. 

“She’s doing fine, all things considered.” 

“Good. That’s good.” 

“Thanks,” Howie said. “And I know you don’t want to ask, but Buck is doing alright too. Although, he did spend a lot of time sleeping on my couch.” 

Did Howie not know about him and Evan reconnecting? It had often felt that there were never secrets between the members of the 118. 

“Anyway, I would ask anyone else but Bobby and Athena can't have animals at their rental. Karen and Hen have a full house. Eddie's in Texas.”

“Right,” Tommy said. Which left Evan. He didn’t live in the loft any longer. 

The dog barked. 

“Right, actually Eddie wouldn’t have been able to help anyway. It’s a rental and no pets allowed so that…that ruled out Buck.” 

Tommy didn’t think that Evan would have cared if that was the case, but there was something odd about the way that Howie said that. Maybe Evan still hadn’t unpacked. Or there was something that Howie didn’t want to tell Tommy about Evan and Evan’s place. 

“Right,” Tommy said. 

“So, can you take the dog?” 

“Sure I'll take the dog. How long is this going to be for?”

“Hopefully not very long. I'll bring him to you later today. Tommy, you are a lifesaver. Bu— Buddy will be glad to have a place to sleep tonight.”

The dog barked a few times and Howie laughed.

“Is he house trained?” Tommy asked, realizing belatedly that he should have asked that question earlier.

Howie laughed again. “Yes, Tommy. He's very well behaved, don't worry.”

The last thing he heard was another bark from the dog. 

Several Hours Earlier…

The call had been perfectly normal to start. A fire at a mostly abandoned strip mall where every other store was empty with "for rent" signs. There was no telling where the fire had started though dispatch via Josh suspected it was one of the restaurants. By the time they arrived, there was smoke and flames overtaking several stores empty and not. They all got to work and it was several hours of work, other crews joining them in aid, but it was still only mid-afternoon when the fire was declared out. 

Chim was tired, but it was the good kind of tired. He'd just finished checking over a guy that had been inside one of the stores and was returning to where Buck and Hen were rolling up hoses when a frantic looking woman came running towards them. She looked, to Chim's eye, like a poor man's Stevie Nicks. Her greying hair was long and unruly and her dress was covered up by some sort of long scarf that fluttered in the wind.

“Hey, ma'am, are you okay?” Hen asked at once.

Chim turned ready to help.

“Can we help you?” Buck asked.

She grabbed at Buck's arm and pulled him babbling in a strange language that none of them could even pinpoint going by the confused glances they all shared. She said something else to Buck insistingle. 

“I don’t — what language is that maybe the translator app might help.” 

She just babbled again and then motioned for Buck to follow her before darting away. 

“Should we go with her?” Buck asked.

“Yeah,” Hen said. “Make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble.”

Chim was about to follow but Ravi called his name.

“We got this,” Hen assured him, grabbing a med bag, before she followed after Buck.

So, Chim went to Ravi who had a young woman with what looked to be some minor burns as well as a sprained ankle as well as an older man in dire need of oxygen for smoke inhalation.

They were there for a little while and Chim didn't think much of where Buck and Hen could have got to until they didn't reappear as they were finishing up. 

“Come on,” Chim said to Ravi, “I think they went that way.”

The fire touched buildings looked dark and the ground was puddles and soot. The whole strip mall would probably be torn down. Although, there was a portion that hadn't been touched by flames at all so maybe they would leave those parts alone. Chim doubted it. As they approached that part of it without a sign of either Buck or Hen, he started to actually get worried. 

“Buck! Hen!”

Nothing.

“This is really weird,” Ravi said. “Maybe we should—”

The door of a store tucked in between a nail salon and an empty space suddenly burst open and a huge dog burst out. Chim couldn't quite tell what breed it was, just that it was big with wavy to curly tan fur. It was wearing a turnout coat. 

He and Ravi shared a look as the dog ran towards them, barking and barking and barking.

“Hey,” Chim said, getting closer to the dog.

The dog wouldn't stop moving, but nevertheless, Chim caught sight of the name on the coat. Buckley.

Chim groaned. “What kind of joke is this? It's wearing Buck's coat.”

Another dog appeared then. That dog was definitely a chocolate labrador. It was wearing a turn out coat too and Chim expected it to be Hen's, but still didn’t fail to be a bit surprised about it when he saw that it was.  

“Is this is some prank, because it's kinda dumb,” Ravi said. “Buck has pulled more inventive stuff on me before.” 

“Not just Buck,” Chim said with a grin. 

Ravi rolled his eyes. 

Both dogs started barking, then.

“Maybe they're inside the store,” Chim said.

The dogs wouldn't let them pass, stepping in front of them to stop them, the bigger of the two even lunging at Ravi and hitting him on the chest with his front legs. As soon as he'd dropped back down to the ground, Ravi dropped to one knee to look at him closer. The dog let him. The dog seemed to be staring into Ravi's eyes.

“Uh, Chim,” Ravi said.

“What?”

“Blue eyes. Birthmark over the eyebrow. I'm not saying the dog is Buck, but—”

“Buck?” Chim asked the dog.

The dog barked, turning his face towards Chim. His eyes were the exact same shade of blue as Buck's and Ravi wasn't wrong about the mark over the eyebrow but that was…there was no way. Buck had just found a dog that had those features to mess with them. It was just that Hen would never go along with something like that. 

When he tried to go around them again to get to the building the smaller dog growled. The bigger barked again. 

Chim reached for his radio. “Uh, Cap, we may have a situation.”

Chim directed him to where they were. Bobby appeared a few minutes later. “What's happening?”

“We don't know where Buck and Hen are, but we found these dogs wearing their turn outs.”

And they hadn't taken them off, either. Most dogs would have shaken those coats right off. It was bizarre. The dog wearing Buck's coat got excited at seeing Bobby and even then managed to keep the coat on as he rubbed his face against Bobby's legs.

With that dog distracted, Chim tried to get to the building, but the lab got in front of him and pushed him hard. Growled and barked at him. Chim turned back to look at Bobby.

“There's also that,” Ravi said. “Won't let us go in there. They came from inside that store.”

Bobby pinched the bridge of his nose.

The door opened again and Chim almost expected to see Buck and Hen appear. Instead, it was the woman. She didn't hesitate to walk towards them. She spoke in her unidentified language again and pointed at the dogs.

The bigger dog whimpered. The smaller growled. The woman laughed.

A young woman appeared, then, running towards them. “Mama!” she called out and hugged the woman before pulling away to look her over. “Thank goodness you're okay. We were so worried.”

“Hi,” Bobby said. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is your mom? Do you know what she's saying about these dogs?”

The young woman turned to her mom and motioned to the dogs and asked her a question. She seemed to pale as she listened to her mom's reply, her eyes widening.

“What's happening?” Ravi asked, worried tone to his voice.

The young woman winced. “It's probably better if you see.”

Then, she pulled out her phone and after a few minutes motioned for them to join her. They crowded around her when she had pulled up footage from a camera presumably from inside the store. It was small, just a counter and shelves with just enough space to fit a few people. 

They watched as the older woman walked into the shop. Buck and Hen followed soon after and then after a little while she was pointing her finger at Buck. Hen stepped up to her and they didn't have sound so there was no knowing what they were saying until the woman reached behind the counter and brought out a small cloth bag that she reached into. She grabbed a fistful of powder and threw it. Hen tried to grab Buck out of the way, but instead they were both doused in it. 

It took less than thirty seconds for them to start changing into dogs. They went from two legs to four. Their clothes inexplicably left on the ground in a pool save for the coats that had flown off them and then fallen on their backs. 

“That cannot be real,” Ravi said. 

“I’m afraid it is,” the young woman said. “My mother, she says there’s something up with his aura and she just wanted to help. It wasn’t intended for the other firefighter. It’s a spell. It’s not permanent, but I’m not sure how long it will last.” 

Chim groaned. “Okay, where are the cameras? Buck? Hen? Come on out. This is not funny.”

“I don't think she's joking, Chim,” Bobby said.

“A spell?” Ravi asked.

The woman nodded. “Yes.”

“So then she can turn them back to normal,” Chim said.

The older woman shook her head and rambled for a bit.

“That doesn't sound like a yes,” Ravi said. 

The younger woman nodded. “Like I said, not permanent but it cannot be removed early. A few days. Week at the most. She only wanted to help. I’m sorry.” 

Bobby got her to send him the video, but after that she just gave them a tight smile before she walked away, leaving them with Buck and Hen as dogs. Chim had been through many strange calls in his time as a firefighter, but none that involved his fellow firefighters — his best friend and brother-in-law no less — winding up turned into dogs. It felt like something out of a dream. 

“What now?” Ravi asked. 

“Back to the station,” Bobby said. “Chim, you may want to call Karen and Maddie.” 

Karen hadn’t believed it for herself until she was at the station with Hen in front of her. She had even asked if this was Hen’s way of getting back at her for forgetting her birthday. 

Watching the video of what happened helped in convincing her, but even then she seemed to think they were playing a prank on her, until she really got a look at the dog and then she believed it. 

“And I’m supposed to just take her home and wait it out until she turns back to herself?” Karen asked. “Has this ever happened to anyone else?” 

“No idea,” Ravi said. “I’ve been trying to do some research.” 

“What about Buck? Where’s he going to go?”

Bobby was out. Eddie was gone. Ravi had shaken his head. Chim was his brother-in-law. Maddie would want to help him, but Maddie was also still recovering and pregnant. She was tired all the time and Jee-Yun was as energetic as ever. She had only recently gotten her voice back, too, and Chim didn’t know what telling her about Buck getting turned into a dog might bring out in her. But there was no other option…not unless…

“I think I know where Buck should go,” Chim said. 

“Where?” Ravi asked. Wary. 

“I’m going to see if Tommy’s available.” 

Ravi nodded immediately. “That’s perfect.” 

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires- Part 8

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1000

Masterlist

I waited a while to ask you on a second date. I did that on purpose. For one, I knew you were busy and I didn't want you to have to say no to me. But also, I was busy myself. A new Stephen King book came out last week, and Mooney's has been a never ending parade of idiots who don't even read, but want to own the newest King, anyway.

It's three weeks later. We're in the back of a cab.

You're nervous, which is understandable.

I kept a book to the side, just for you. I was going to give it to you when we met up earlier, but then I realized you'd have to carry it around all day, so I decided to give it to you later.

We never ended up walking through New York together. We got too distracted just talking to each other. So when I texted you last weekend, my plan was to ask you to go on a walk with me. I had it all planned out. I know which routes you've walked, mostly, and was pretty confident I’d come up with a route you'd never think to follow on your own. But before I could bring up this plan, you said:

YOU: i kinda have a work thing soon

YOU: we're allowed +1s tho

YOU: wanna come?

ME: …Well, what kind of work thing?

A music festival, is what kind of thing. Apparently, your boss is one of the main sponsors.

Festivals aren't your kind of crowd, and you don't want to go, and I think you're regretting inviting me along.

It's not even your kind of music, this festival. It's not Guns ‘n Roses or Muse or Prince, which is what you put on at the café when the crowd finally started to thin. You smiled at me meekly and told me you're a poser - “I kind of only know Purple Rain, I'm that kind of Prince fan” - and I told you I consider Prince to be one of the great poets of our generation.

“Prince was born in 1958,” you'd said to me. I was surprised you knew that. “I wouldn't say he's ‘of our generation’.”

A poser wouldn't know that, (Y/n). You give yourself far too little credit.

Anyway, the music at this festival is mostly new pop, which I hate and which I know you hate. You're fiddling with your beanie (not black this time but mustard yellow) like it's your armor and you're wearing black jeans and a red knitted top (no bra, I can tell, and you want me to notice this) and red converse. Your nails are painted black, but the polish is already chipped because you keep picking at it.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I hate that this is happening on a Sunday,” you tell me. “Like, hello? We all have to work tomorrow.”

I nod.

“I'm sorry. I promise I'll be more fun, later,” you say. “I'm just not great with this stuff. I don't exactly go out to parties or anything.”

Which is the truth. I know this about you. You spend your weekends at home, reading or watching Netflix. Last night, you stayed up until three am and watched the old Planet of the Apes movies on your laptop. I could hear the sound from across the street, because you had your windows all the way open again.

“Was going to this thing mandatory?” I ask.

“I guess not, but I'm still sort of new and I feel bad saying no.”

“That's understandable.”

“Are you into festivals?”

“Not at all.”

“We don't have to stay very late, if we don't want to.”

NADIA: Omg good luck 😭

You take out your phone. You're texting someone and laughing and I don't like it, but then you lean over to show me and it's just Nadia. She's sent you a photo of a T-shirt that says ‘Sorry, I'm overstimulated’. I love that you are involving me.

You answer back: me and joe have to survive loud music today wish us luck

I like Nadia. She doesn't even hesitate to reply to your English message in English, because she knows I'm reading along.

“She seems like a good friend,” I say.

“Best friend in the world,” you answer. “We basically grew up together.”

“How does that work? Isn't she from Belgium?”

A pause. You're trying to remember if you told me that. You haven't, but I don't say anything and eventually you come to the conclusion that you must have.

“So, we lived in a border town,” you explain to me. “When we were kids, she lived on the Belgian side and I lived on the Dutch side, but we also lived on the same street.”

“Huh,” is all I say.

“Yeah.”

You shoot off another text and then you put your phone away. You turn your body to me to show me I have your full attention, and you take my hand.

I could kiss you right now. You'd let me.

“My coworkers can be a bit much,” you say.

“Understood.”

“They're all very opinionated. Especially when they've been drinking. It's best to just agree with them.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you say.

You fiddle with your hat again. I put my hand on top of yours to stop you, then fiddle with your hat for you.

“You look great,” I say.

You're flattered. You're blushing.

“Thank you. So do you.”

I'm wearing jeans and a white shirt, and an old belt I got from a thrift shop. Nothing special. Yet you really mean it. You put your hand on my arm and you look at me and it's not just that I could kiss you. I want to. I really do. I want to say fuck this festival and take you home and watch old movies with you and fuck you until you forget your name.

The cab stops. We're here.

“Here goes nothing,” you say.

[kikyoupdates]

Indebted ⭑˚🥀⭑ 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑠

yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

Following your mother’s recent passing, you are visited by a group of men claiming that your father abandoned all his debt and obligations, leaving you to take his place.

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The very same night after having worked your first shift at the hostess club, you received a sudden message.

Well, then. He was clearly eager to get started, since you’d literally only just met him earlier today and he was already asking to meet with you again. Though you supposed you couldn’t really be mad at him. He’d agreed to pay you, after all. If both parties were walking away with this with something gained, then you could consider it to be nothing more than a business transaction.

No need for complications, no reason to try and get close to one another. Besides, with the way your life was going right now, it was probably best to keep him from getting caught up in all your shit.

You set your phone down and frowned. You’d never been the subject of someone’s artistic project before. Were you really so special-looking that he was interested in photographing you? He probably meant it as a compliment, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little weird about the whole thing.

Did I ever tell him my class schedule? How’d he even know I was going to be on campus tomorrow?

The door slid open before you had a chance to give it a proper thought, and revealed none other than Ryu, staring down at you with those cold eyes of his.

He folded his hands overtop of one another, into the loose sleeves of his yukata. “So?” he frowned. “You’re not even going to tell me how your day at work went?”

Of course the first thing he did was look for any opportunity to bitch you out. You’d barely gotten home five minutes ago. You were still fitted in your tight dress, for crying out loud. And did he really think you were going to go out of your way to seek him out? You couldn’t stand the guy. No chance in hell were you going to talk to him of your own volition.

“It went well,” you said, deciding to omit the fact that one of the customers had gotten mad at you. There was no chance Ekaterina would have ratted you out, and based on the way Kosuke had acted, you doubted he’d done so either. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Ryu rolled his eyes. “That’s a rather vague answer. What exactly did you do?”

“Um, just, y’know… talked to the customers and stuff. Took some orders, handed out drinks. Made sure everyone was enjoying themselves…”

You brought your knees to your chest and peered up at him. What did he want you to say exactly? You were certain he knew how a hostess club worked, considering he owned the damn thing. He was probably just fucking with you. Like always.

“Were you obedient? Did you behave yourself?”

No, Ryu, I didn’t behave myself, because I’m apparently a fucking toddler that needs to be looked after constantly.

“I did,” you said, swallowing all of the venomous words you wished you could spit his way.

“Did any of the customers try to buy your body for the night?”

“No.”

This time, your answer was cutthroat. You couldn’t seem to mask your glare, either.

“Good,” Ryu mused, a chuckle building up in the back of his throat. “That would go against our store policy. I sent you there because I was feeling merciful. It would be a shame if our clients didn’t behave as they were supposed to.”

You weren’t sure why, but his words grated at your ears. Every time he opened his goddamn mouth, it was like he was just waiting to mock you in some kind of way. It was as if he was hoping some creep had come onto you, made you feel awful. This man wanted you to suffer, didn’t he? Even if it didn’t benefit him at all.

“Actually, there was one guy,” you said, deciding to rise to his challenge.

Ryu arched his brows. “Oh? I thought you said everything went well.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you commented insincerely. “He was kicked out of the building for inappropriate conduct. He kept coming onto me and insinuating that I should sleep with him. Kosuke stepped in to help me, though.”

“I see,” he cut back dryly. His expression had visibly soured. “How kind of Kosuke to look out for you. I’m sure you were relieved to have him there.”

“Yes, I really appreciated it.”

“Ha!” he scoffed, and for some reason, that last comment seemed to irk him the most. “There is nothing Kosuke can do that I am not capable of. I am the very hand that feeds that man. Everything he does, he does under my orders. Did that customer really upset you so much? I could have him killed if that’s the case. Maybe then you’ll come to appreciate me more, rather than some degenerate cop.”

Is he… jealous?

You struggled to understand this guy on a good day, let alone when he was acting out like this. It was almost enough to make you laugh. Did he seriously expect that you would ever feel anything close to gratitude towards him, the very man who’d ruined your life? It was so deluded that you wondered if his brain was functioning properly.

“There’s no need to go that far,” you grimaced. “Besides, I don’t ever remember his name. He wasn’t important. The rest of my shift went just fine. Ekaterina made sure of it.”

“Now you’re even mentioning her? It seems like you’ve gotten awfully chummy with the others without my having realized it.”

“She looks out for me, and the rest of the hostesses as well. I have no complaints.”

Ryu scowled, and for a second you thought he was ready to storm out the room, but he crouched down in front of you and grabbed hold of the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his.

“I am the one who placed you there,” he gritted out. “Never forget that it is thanks to my kindness that you are even still alive right now, and being granted the opportunity to work off your debt. A less patient yakuza leader would have had you killed on the first day. So, don’t get smart with me, and from now on, try acting a bit more pleasant when I’m around.”

He’d been pulling you forward so hard that when he released his grip, you nearly fell over onto your back. He didn’t say anything else as he left the room. You could do nothing but stare at his broad, imposing shoulders as he walked away, hatred blooming in your chest like a thorny rose.

You’d come to really love school. Up until recent events, school had been a tiring, tedious thing. You enjoyed learning, but the responsibility of juggling all your classes and working several jobs, plus dealing with student debt and paying off your mother’s hospital bills had left you understandably burnt out. In a sense, your situation right now wasn’t much different. You were still overworked, anxious, and desperately in need of money.

But there was one fundamental difference. Now, school had become your escape. It was sanctuary, offered you a chance to get away from the yakuza—and most importantly, Ryu.

To say that you were ecstatic to be rid of him for a few hours of the day would still have been an understatement. You didn’t care if you felt like a zombie dragging your feet along after working till late in the night. As long as he wasn’t around, your mood was automatically a hundred times better.

So, when the time came to meet up with Kaito to help with his project, you were in much higher spirits than you’d expected.

“If we’re doing this,” you began, crossing your arms together, “I want you to make me look good. I mean, please none of that super artistic up-to-the-audience’s-interpretation bullshit. Like, I want it to be a series of photos that I can look back on and actually enjoy. I want to look cute. I want a reason to feel good about something.”

Kaito scratched his head. “You’ve got a lot of demands today, huh?”

“I’m sorry, but I’d really rather it be something that I can appreciate as well. So, can we please try to avoid doing any unnecessarily complex shots? Just something pretty?”

“I’m the photographer,” he chuckled. “And I’m paying you. But don’t worry. Pretty people usually turn out pretty in photos too. That’s just the unspoken rule.”

You flushed a bit. Considering he’d asked to photograph you, the compliment shouldn’t have caught you that off guard, but the words just rolled right off his tongue. He seemed like the type who could say whatever he wanted without ever getting embarrassed.

“We’re just testing things out today,” Kaito said. “Getting a feel for what kind of theme I’d like to pursue. I prefer taking pictures in natural lighting for the most part, so most of these sessions will probably take place outside, if that’s okay. But I also have a mini studio set up where I work, so I might ask you to drop by there as well once or twice.”

“That should be fine. Where do you work?”

“Close enough to campus,” he reassured. “It’s a tattoo and piercings parlor.”

“Oh, cool.”

He did have a lot of piercings, and a few small tattoos on his wrist and fingers from what you could see. Probably even more, but imagining what he looked like underneath his clothing was a bit pervy, so you did your best not to.

“For now, just try leaning against that tree,” he instructed. “Look off into the distance for a while. I want to start with some pictures of your side profile first.”

It wasn’t a particularly embarrassing ordeal or anything, but being scrutinized by someone like this was enough to make you feel a little self-conscious. You couldn’t help but worry you were posing too stiffly or making a funny face. Every now and then, you’d taken some selfies together with your friends, but it was different when you could only imagine what the photographer was seeing behind the lens.

Kaito was fairy meticulous with his craft. He seemed fully immersed in what he was doing, constantly adjusting his height by either kneeling or crouching down, and alternating the angle at which he took a photo. When he was done with your side profile, he asked you to stare directly at him, and to keep your expression “as natural as possible”, which was arguably easier said than done.

“Shouldn’t I smile or something?” you asked.

He bit back a chuckle. “Like I said, I’m just trying to lay the groundwork down today. And sometimes not smiling is better. It’s more raw. More authentic. No need to force yourself to portray a particular emotion if you’re not feeling that way, right?”

“I shouldn’t force myself to smile because I’m not happy?”

“Well, are you?” he frowned. “You don’t look all that happy to me. I could be wrong, though.”

A part of your chest seemed to crumple in on itself. “No, you’re right,” you begrudgingly admitted. “I’m not happy. I’m not happy at all.”

And then you started to cry.

You didn’t mean to. You really didn’t mean to at all. You barely even knew Kaito, and you could only imagine how taken aback he must have been, to watch a stranger openly break down into a sob right before his eyes.

“Shit,” he cursed, panic overtaking his expression. “Uh… I shouldn’t have said that, right? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s okay. I mean—I know it’s not okay, but… you can cry if you want, is what I’m trying to say.”

You sniffled loudly. “Ugh. Sorry. It has nothing to do with what you said. I’ve just been dealing with a lot of things recently. I’m tired, and worried if everything will work out. I’m just so tired…”

“No need to apologize.” He hung his camera around his neck and lightly patted you on the back. “It’s natural to be upset when you’re going through a tough time. Do you want to talk about it?”

As if I could.

“No, it’s fine,” you said. “We’re not even that close, and I don’t like going around trying to make people feel bad for me. I don’t need sympathy. I just got a little overwhelmed for a moment, that’s all.”

Kaito stared at you for a few moments. It looked like he was struggling to come up with the right words, but eventually settled on, “I’m sure you’re much stronger than you give yourself credit for. Whatever it is, it’ll work out. You’ll get through it.”

“Thank you for saying that.”

You wiped away at your eyes and managed a soft smile. Not a forced one, not one prompted by obligation, but because you were thankful for the fact that there were still kind people left in this world.

And right at that second, you heard a shutter snap.

“Sorry,” Kaito breathed. “It’s just… I felt like that moment was perfect. The way you smiled through your tears and all. It was really beautiful.”

You chuckled tiredly. “That sounds like something a pervert would say.”

“Call me whatever you like. When I’ve complied all my favorite shots, you’ll be able to see for yourself. In any case, I’d feel bad making you continue right now when you’re clearly not feeling well. It’s not super urgent anyways. I still have quite a bit of time left to work on this project. Here, your payment for today.”

He handed you a wad of bills that was admittedly a lot more than you’d expected. Now you almost felt guilty that he was compensating you so well. If not for the fact that you were being threatened with death should you fail to pay off your debt, you might have felt inclined to refuse.

But you couldn’t afford to act prideful in a situation like yours, so naturally, you accepted.

“Thank you, Kaito.” You squeezed the money tight, palms trembling as you did. “This really means a lot to me. You’ll probably never realize it, but it really does.”

Kaito didn’t smile. For some reason, he just looked sorry for you. “It’s fine. Seriously, don’t worry about it. I can do this much.”

“So… let me know the details for our next meeting?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you. Good luck with everything, [Name].” He waved goodbye as he walked off, lips pressed into a grim line. “Stay safe.”

You waved back at him. Once he was gone, your hand dropped listlessly to your side.

I’ll try.

“Where is he?”

“It’ll be right this way, sir. He’s just sitting over there at the bar.”

Ryu let out a sigh and massaged his temples. God, what a headache. He couldn’t wait to get this over with. To think that he was even going out of his way to handle small fry like this… it was laughable. He himself couldn’t fully wrap his head around his own actions, but there was something he was certain about, and it was that he wouldn’t be able to get a good night’s sleep until this issue was dealt with.

He made his way through the small, dimly-lit pub. Given the fact that he had several men right by his side, he was attracting a fair bit of attention, but that wouldn’t make a difference. None of these helpless fools would ever dare lift a finger against him.

Finally, he spotted the man he’d been looking for. Everything was the same as in the photo Ekaterina had provided him with. Without a doubt, it was the right person.

“You, there,” Ryu addressed, making the man look up at him in between sips of his drink.

The man lifted his brows and responded, in a slightly annoyed tone, “Yes? Do I know you?”

Ryu looked him over and shook his head. There was a woman plastered to him on each side, obviously paid escorts. He wasn’t even bothering to hide the fact that he was already married.

“Stand up,” Ryu ordered. “We’re going outside.”

“Excuse me?” the man gaped. “And just who on earth do you think you are—”

He was pulled up to his feet before he had a chance to finish his sentence. Naturally, he was kicking up a fuss, but with several men dragging him along, he could do little to resist. Ryu led his men forward, casting an appreciative nod towards the bartender, who nodded back in turn.

“You’re just embarrassing yourself,” Ryu drawled. “Nothing you say or do will get you out of this predicament. Everyone in this part of town answers to me.”

The man was pulled outside and thrown against the wall in a nearby alley. The lackeys held him there for a moment, then forced him down to his knees, whereupon Ryu brandished a gun and stuck it right in the man’s mouth.

“Listen up,” he said darkly, ignoring the sobs that had begun to build in the lecher’s throat. “You walked into my establishment the other day and made a fool of yourself. You made one of my workers very uncomfortable that day, did you know that? I would have thought someone hailing from a wealthy family would have better manners.”

He cocked the gun, and the man started trembling uncontrollably. Tears and snot were dripping all over the place, and his breathing was so erratic that he sounded as if he was on the verge of a stroke. Utterly pathetic and disgusting.

Ryu moved the gun to the side so that the man could move his jaw to speak. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I-I-I’m sorry!” the man babbled pitifully. “I didn’t know… I d-didn’t mean to cross any lines! I barely touched the girl, and—”

“Shut up. Don’t attempt to make excuses. I’m not interested in hearing them. I’m asking if you are going to own up to your poor behavior.”

“I will! I’m sorry for what I did! I-I’ll never go anywhere near that club again!”

“The words of a pathological liar mean very little to me.” Ryu holstered his gun, much to the man’s immense relief, only for him to gasp out in horror when one of the other members pulled out a large knife. “Hold his left hand down. I’d like his pinky finger cut off.”

The man started squealing out like a pig. “No! I beg you, don’t! I promise, it’ll never happen again! You’ll never have to see me again, I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good—!”

His whines quickly turned into screams, the likes of which rang out harshly through the cold night air. It was somewhat insufferable, and had Ryu wishing he’d gagged him first. To think that a grown man would be openly sobbing over something as trivial as pinky amputation.

When it was all done, Ryu stomped down on the severed finger, making it squelch against the grimy cemented ground.

“Consider yourself lucky,” he glared. “I was feeling rather generous today. I never want to hear about you or see your face ever again. And if you even think of trying to blame my group for what happened here today, I can promise you’ll be losing a lot more than a finger next time.”

The man moaned and sobbed, clutching at the leftover stub of his finger to try and slow down the bleeding. Ryu left him there all on his own to lament his actions and wallow in self-pity.

Although this deed had been far from necessary, for some reason, he felt a lot better now that it had been dealt with. Just like that, the man who’d wronged you had been punished. It was more than someone like Kosuke could accomplish through their own means, in any case.

Ryu smiled inwardly.

She’ll realize soon enough how good I am to her.

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Housewarming

I found a list of prompts earlier. And had @madhatterbri pick a few. I came up with this and she told me to post it! I’m on mobile so hopefully this works right.

Summary: Alex and you are at Chris Sabin’s housewarming party when the two of you think the other looks so good you can’t take your eyes off of each other. So you decide take care of each other and christen his new home.

Warnings: dirty talk. Smut.

Alex wandered off about twenty minutes ago and you hadn’t seen him since. But as soon as your friend walked away and left you alone in the crowded living room you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“Are you having a good time?” Alex asked in your ear from behind.

“I am actually.” You smiled as he walked in front of you.

“Good.” He returned the smile before placing his hands back on your hips and pulling you closer to him for a kiss.

He pulled her even closer to him, their foreheads touching as the kiss lingered. But was broken by a gasp from you as you felt a bulge push against the front of your dress.

“Oh, can you feel this?”

“Yes I can Alex. You’re lucky it’s not noticeable!”

“What did you expect to happen when you’re looking that good?” He asked with his cocky smirk.

“You better go to the bathroom and take care of yourself then. Because it’s too early for us to leave.”

“Why don’t you come with me.” He suggested with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Don’t think I didn’t I didn’t notice the neediness that snuck into that gasp.”

“Alex we can’t. This is Chris’ housewarming. There are too many people here wandering around.”

He hummed before answering. “Good thing I know about the bathroom he had installed in his man cave then huh. He won’t let anyone in there. We could sneak away. And it could just be me and you.”

As he spoke your kind drifted back to the drive over. Seeing Alex dressed up so nicely did something to you. On the way over his hand rubbed up and down your bare thigh under your dress as he reminded you to stop biting your lip so he could do it later.

“Come on. Your eyes already yes say. Now I just need your mouth to tell me.”

You looked back up into face. Hair pulled up nicely in a bun with his glasses on he looked so innocent. But you knew the dirty thoughts he had going on in his brain. You hit your lip again and held his hand.

“Fuck it let’s go. But we need to be quick”

He smiled as he turned around and began walking to the stairs, gently pulling you with him.

Walking through the house you looked like everyone else, seeing all the rooms and all the things Chris and his wife had displayed. The door to his “man cave” was locked. Sure he’d show it to people today, but only with him after he unlocked it. Luckily, Alex being his platonic other half just happened to swipe a copy of this key, along with the rest. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he opened the door, you snuck in after him, then he locked it behind you.

“How much need stuff does one guy need?” You commented as you looked around.

Alex ignored you as he pulled you across the room to a little door on the opposite of the room. He opened it up and let you walk in first. It was small. Just a toilet and a little sink in a room that was probably originally a closet, but big enough to get the job done. He closed the door then turned to you

“Hop up” He nodded towards the little counter the sink was on.

You pulled yourself up just enough so you could rest on it. He pushed your legs apart and stepped between while pushing the bottom of your dress further up your thighs.

“I know this will be hard for you but you need to keep quiet okay? We need to be able to hear if someone walks in.” Alex warned as his fingers slid up her inner thighs closer to her underwear, slowly slipping past the seam and underneath. “Maybe I should’ve worn the dress shirt instead of the polo. Then I could’ve shoved tie in your mouth just in case.”

You bit back a moan and gripped the edge of the counter tight as his fingers began caressing your wet folds. His thumb grazed over your clit, circling it slowly. You let out a breath trying to be quiet. You looked at your boyfriend who had that sly smirk on his face and you knew exactly why.

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

A short time later his pants and boxers down around his thighs. Your panties pushed to the side. His hands on your hips gripping you so hard you feel like you might have bruises through your dress. One of your arms was around his neck while the other held onto the counter so you wouldn’t fall off as his thrusts into you became harder. Your mouth hung up as the pleaser built and built. He was so skilled at getting you right to the edge and have you teetering on it until he was ready. His forehead pressed to yours. You could feel the beads of sweat on it as he fucked you.

“Oh fuck” you tried to whisper. “Fuck Alex. Yes. Right there. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

He chucked. “I told you you would eventually start begging” he whispered back, head still pressed against you.

He pulled his head back and shook his head back to get the hair out of his face so he could see your face as you fell apart around him.

“That’s it sweetheart. Cum on my cock. Just like that. That’s my good girl.” He coaxed through as your juices coated him. He hissed as your pussy squeezed around him and he came shortly after. Both of you stood holding onto each other, breathing heavily.

“So. How mad do you think he’ll be when he finds out we christened his man cave?”

[hawktuahfreak]

Hongice week day 2! Nerd/Popular

Short fic because I was too lazy to draw 🙏I hope they aren’t out of character anddd i tried my best! Human au

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Emil looked around the corridor filled with other students waiting for their classes to start. His eyes spotted Lili – the girl he used to spend every second of school with. It felt weird to see her among the popular kids. A month ago he would’ve never thought that she, being the shy person she was, could ever hang out with them! Apparently, it must have been enough time to find new friends. What shocked him the most, though, was that she talked almost all the time with the strange boy who earlier kept staring at them or randomly asking him personal questions.

 

Yet he couldn’t blame her. If she felt the same when he was sick and absent, she must’ve also hoped to meet someone new. No one likes being lonely.

 

Sometimes he wished his brother was with him, but only sometimes, because his overprotective ass would probably cause only more problems. He didn’t want Lukas to embarrass him or to give everyone more reasons to bully him. Still, he could use a warm hug and some words of support. A simple “It’s going to be okay” would be enough.

 

When the bell rang Emil entered the classroom and sat next to the window, as always. He opened his books and listened to the teacher trying to not fall asleep. He never found physics interesting. In his opinion, it was the worst subject ever, it never failed to give him a headache, so since this was his last lesson he decided to visit the school library later. Emil wanted to do something that he loved. Reading was one of those things.

 

He jumped slightly when he heard his name being called. The teacher was asking him something, but because he had been daydreaming, he had no idea what they were doing. He looked into his book and then back at the teacher, who shook her head.

“What is the answer to the 3rd question?”

“I- uh..” he stuttered, his face heated up and just as he was about to apologise and probably get scolded, boy who was sitting next to him whispered something. “Um… 36?”

  The teacher just nodded and carried on with her lecture. Emil looked at his classmate, but he couldn’t tell anything from his expression. He bit his lip and whispered short “Thanks” before writing something down in his notebook.

  He felt a huge relief when the bell rang again announcing the end of this horrible class. He sighed softly, quickly packed his stuff, and headed to the library. To make sure that his brother won’t freak out, he texted him that he would stay at school a bit longer. Already thinking about what book Emil should start reading today he really started feeling better. This was his safe place, always quiet and even though he didn’t talk to anyone seeing familiar faces made it his second home. He felt like he belonged there, around other silent nerds.

  Emil walked around bookshelves looking for something interesting when he noticed someone a bit too familiar. It was his classmate - the popular one and Lili’s favourite. Maybe they were dating? He wouldn’t be shocked, because Lili deserves a handsome boyfriend. His name was Leon if Emil remembered that correctly. He never looked like someone that would read much so Emil let himself observe him a little longer. He looked away though when he saw the guy walking towards him. Emil grabbed the closest book about birds and almost ran to his favourite spot. It was in a far corner, empty almost all the time.

  To make his reading experience more enjoyable he put on his headphones and started looking for a good song he could listen to. Maybe something by weezer? He liked that band.

“No way, you listen to weezer?” Emil jumped again when he heard someone right next to his ear. “I, like, love their music” They looked at each other and the blonde blushed hard. The others face was too close to his. “I’m Leon by the way” He said nonchalantly. So he was right.

“E-Emil”

“They let you dye your hair? It looks great” Leon stretched out his hand to touch Emil’s hair without even asking for permission, so he moved.

“It’s natural” He mumbled

“Seriously? That’s, like, sick” After a bit of awkward (only for Emil) silence he added “You could be a model or something”

“What?” Another blush covered his cheeks. This was the last thing Emil expected. He never thought of that, but he already hated that idea. Of course, it was hard to become famous, but even the small chances were too much for him. Emil despised any kind of attention. Sometimes he wished he could live in a forest where no one could find him.

“What? You’re not half bad looking, I like your hair and eyes. Hm, I think you’d look great on, like, covers of magazines” Emil blushed harder. Hearing that from Leon – probably the most attractive guy in school was certainly something. He looked at him better when he sat on a chair next to him. His amber eyes and dark hair fit his tanned skin perfectly. They were the same height, but Emil was skinnier and Leon a little bit more muscular. No wonder that everyone liked him. They leaned slightly closer to each other.

“Why are you even talking to me?” Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to ask, but he couldn’t help it. What if Leon was here only to make fun on him later?

“Uh..” Now it was his turn to blush. Leon looked troubled. Of course he couldn’t tell Emil the full truth. How stupid would it be if he ruined everything so fast? They just started talking, and he was almost a complete stranger to him, so he had to wait to tell him his feelings. Maybe Leon could have any girl in their city, but he had a crush on this boy with unusual beauty and a nice voice, so he didn’t flirt with anyone else. He wanted him. Every time Leon saw Emil in corridors or classes his heart beat faster and he wished he could pinch his cheeks or walk with him holding his hand.

“You know… I’ve just seen you few times and thought that you seem, like, really nice. I want to get to know you better.”

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MAYBE I will write more C:< and I apologise for any mistakes?? I made it in bed at 3am with one eye closed and then checked again fighting for my life on toilet. Sorry 🥀

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well hello

i'm going to be doing a public-facing journal just to see if there's any interest in conversation about the things i come across weekly and also i guess to keep myself consistent and thoughtful about what i write about.

8/22/2024

i had work today; i slept extremely early (at like 9pm) so i could wake up extremely early (i awoke before my alarm at like 4:45am?). despite being extremely groggy, it was really nice to be up so early. i got to bike down lake shore bike trail before the sun rose.

right before i arrived at the bike trail, coming from the west side, i saw the dark blue clouds cast by the pink rising sun, and they looked like massive, massive mountains. i kept wanting to take photos of the lake with the new light coming over it, but i was gonna be late to my job if i stopped. :(

at work, one of my coworkers learned that his grandpa was going to be put in hospice care. i wanted to ask how he was, and really listen, but i knew that if i did dig into it, it was going to be quickly interrupted by customers, or management, etc. etc. it reminded me of this book IN (it's a comic, actually) and how it can feel scary to reach further to ask how someone is really doing. it wasn't exactly the same, but the concept was there. i did ask if he was doing alright though and he was. i stayed back so he could leave a little earlier.

i've been dealing with some personal turmoils so i decided to jump into the lake (this is often my solution to feeling intense emotions, for some reason). as i biked up to the lake and climbed down to the edge, i saw someone tear their shirt off and leap into the thrashing waves. i set my stuff down and looked over again. a boy was laying on his back, surrounded by his family. he wasn't moving. i squinted and kept watching. no one looked overly concerned, but it was clear that the boy was not doing too hot. as it turns out, that boy had been near drowning, and the person who leapt into the water had done so to pull him out and save him. the hero was thanked by the family and he biked away past me. i heard one of the boy's family members say "i thought you were a goner, bro!" i think so much of how close people are to true danger every day, and this was a big reminder of that.

after having been privy to such a situation, i did think for a moment if it was appropriate for me to jump into the water that was in fact quite intense. but i know myself, so i tore off my clothes and jumped in very quickly. the water was deep and wavy and brightly teal blue. i had little choice but to let it drag me around for a moment. i climbed up on the wall ladder, looked around for a moment, and fell backwards again into an incoming wave. i let it soak my hair (i love how the lake leaves my hair) and then let another wave crash into me before finally scrambling up to the concrete again. i ate some turkey, then took my leave as a herd of geese came honking close to me.

i dragged my bike up to the grassy area and laid out in my underwear in the sun. the sounds of the wind and cicadas was so beautiful. after maybe 15 minutes, i climbed a nearby tree, made friends with it, and then put on my shorts and sweater, and biked home.

i bought new glasses just now since they mailed me a coupon. they're cute frames, two pairs! my old ones are like 4 years old now...

I've been feeling really useless lately, but not in a self-deprecating way (not too self-deprecating, though, i think?). i just have really been trying to figure out what i'm up to these days and while the answer is "so much", it's also just as much "so little". which is very frustrating.

I'm going to look into setting up an online shop in a moment i think. i tabled at chicago fan expo the other day and i had quite a few people interested in my work, which really surprised me. i'm not sure how to focus my perspective and """talent""" into art that makes me feel like i'm really doing anything worth adding to the world, but if i can manage to do that, it would be cool.

maybe it can also be a side thing.

anyway. now i'm rambling.

i'm going to keep trying to ground myself today with breathing. it's something i picked up from thich nhat han and also my therapist (lmao). i used to hate the idea of "breathing" doing "anything" for me, but something really changed in the past month or so, and it totally makes sense now.

i hope everyone's having a nice day and so on and so forth :)

[creature-wizard]

What do you think about intuition? I’m in a course about listening to your intuition, and I think the teacher was lucky that she led herself to where she is (being successful). The teacher & just other people in general, seem to say that your intuition is like the thoughts that come up spontaneously. I think of it as like automatic writing but a mental version of it. There’s not really a fixed definition for intuition in the spiritual community which is annoying, but I kinda feel like it’s exaggerated and not as special as people make it out to be.

In the course, there was a live call where a uni student was unable to decide between 2 career paths. She said that when meditating her intuition told her “why not choose both paths?”. And then the teacher was like “yes! Of course. You can always do that. Trust this inner guidance.” But then a week later on the 2nd live call, the student says she ended up switching back to her former major and career path because she feels like thats what her intuition is now guiding her to?!?!? And then the teacher was supporting her and telling her that it’s okay.

But the fact that she was flip flopping back and forth makes me think she was never getting guidance from her intuition. I feel like it’s how I mentioned earlier, she was just doing a mental version of “automatic writing”. (In the course, we were taught to take a few deep breathes and ask our questions, and let the answers come). I feel like it is just whatever’s in the subconscious mind coming up and saying random stuff. I noticed this as well with people who think they’re tapping into the Akashic records, and people who think they’re channeling entities, gods, etc.

Im just so confused. But I know that maybe there is something out there. Like how do people receive warnings in dreams about things happening? Or like someone just knows something is wrong, and then they avoid death because they chose to leave the house 5 minutes later? Like idk.

When it comes to a non-dual approach, I learned that intuition can be seen as pure consciousness expressing itself through the ego self. So I feel like that may be true. The infinite expressing through what appears as finite.

Personally, I don't think there's anything mystical or supernatural about the intuition per se. I think it's easily mistaken for it because it can be so powerful and because we aren't really privy to its inner workings.

Here's a couple of paragraphs from an article on Psychology Today that I believe sums it up fairly well:

Intuition relies on evolutionarily older, automatic, unconscious, and fast mental processing, primarily to save our brains time or energy. It also is prone to make mistakes, such as cognitive biases.

Intuition later in life arises from the accumulation of knowledge and experiences that are processed and stored in our brain's neural networks, as well as other cells and tissues in our bodies, allowing us to access this information quickly, often unconsciously.

So essentially, intuition is not supernatural. It is useful, but it's also not infallible.

I think your comparison to automatic writing is accurate; it definitely describes what I've seen. I've watched a bunch of New Age types and yeah, that about sums up what they're doing. After you watch these people for awhile, it's obvious that the information they channel has very little to do with anything happening in the real world, but reflects the comprehension of a person who has been marinating their brain in New Age mythology and post-QAnon conspiracy theories for a substantial period of time. And it's very telling that the predictions they make keep failing - the medbeds never arrive, the fall of the shadow government never happens, the mass ascension to 5D never takes place. The predicted dates arrive, nothing happens, and instead of learning their lesson they just claim it's going to happen a little later. Wash, rinse, and repeat forever.

And I know what you mean about the dreams. Like I think in many cases, dreams are just putting things we kinda already know together in a way that makes it obvious for us, and I think there's probably some "prophetic" dreams that are coincidental. But I've known of people to have dreams that are so incredibly specific about something they couldn't have possibly seen coming in any way that the usual non-supernatural explanations just don't feel adequate, and it's not like we can actually test most of the supernatural ones. All I can really say on it at this point is "yeah, that happens."

[inaris-pokemon-world]

As the stream of strangers finally slowed, Matcha finally realized how much of the day has gone by.

"Gosh, we should probably take a lunch break," Matcha decided. "We know you already ate, but would you like more food, Inaris?"

"Nom!" Inari squeaked. "Nomnomnom!"

Matcha chuckled, lifting Inari onto one of their heads. "What do you feel like today? Berries?"

"Ahhh!" Inari gripped Matcha's fur with one paw and began pointing up with the other. "Uppie!"

Confused, Matcha looked up, careful to make sure Inari wouldn't tumble off. In the sky, there was something darting around, too far up to really get a good look at it. At least until it suddenly stopped in midair.

It wasn't flapping, so clearly it wasn't using wings to fly. It was purple too, a strange color for the desert. Matcha squinted up the purple creature, trying to figure out what it was doing, when it suddenly started moving. Right at them.

Matcha grabbed Inari and started booking it. Even if the creature wasn't after them, it was still best not to be in the blast zone when it hit earth. And it was going FAST, the shockwave of it hitting the ground strong enough to knock them over.

It took Matcha a moment to recover, and by the time they did, the creature was standing over them. Was that a Meowscarada? No, wrong color and too bottom heavy. Not to mention the super long tail. It looked like one of their earlier visitors, but the color was very different.

"Oops!" the feline creature said, accent definitely foreign. "Sorry, little guys. I thought you were someone else. I'm not too good at finding them like this."

"'Them'? 'Like this'?" Matcha asked, still a bit in shock.

The creature ignore them, or perhaps didn't hear them. "Hey, have you little bunnies seen...?"

They suddenly trailed off, staring at the little bundle of fur Matcha had clutched close to their bodies. Inari was wriggling against Matcha, squeaking indignantly at having been confined in any way. Matcha tried to shield Inari with their bodies, but the little Mew was too slippery and wormed their way out.

Before Matcha could even cry out to stop them, Inari darted over to the stranger, paws up.

[To be continued...]

...And that’s it for this year! Thanks to everyone who asked stuff for my lil mini event. If you have any questions about this little AU, please feel free to fire away. I'll answer what I can without spoiling the prime timeline ofc.

[amelias-calamity-quintet]

I’ll ask number 3, 10, and 11 from your ask game! One of which relates to an earlier discussion from today hehe

Thank you for the ask @abbyzwrites!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I answered this one, but since I remember the conversation we had earlier today, I'll add on what I said there. This is more broadly than just my fic writing, but I so really like the three man band. And I end up with similar cores for the members: a sassy femme, a grumpy masc, and someone whose gender is a little weird.

10. How do you decide what to write?

Man, I dunno. Apollo comes and hits me with his dodgeball or something.

No, but more seriously. Back in 2017, I was writing all five of the works in Calamity Quintet at the same time + my original works and it was not a good idea! That lasted about six months and then I burned out hard on writing at all and I didn't come back to writing fic for 7 years (we call it my Temple of Time nap). Only managed to get through my original work at the time cause it was a novella and I found a good self publishing group that helped me maintain momentum to see it through to publication.

Now, since I really only write long fic, I'm writing one at a time. I have my dedicated editing days to get my other ones over from Wattpad to AO3, but I'm writing MoaH. From there, it is pantsing. I follow the vibes. I know the end destinations, so it gives the characters time to just. Wander through and find stuff. And that's most of it.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

Ship and let ship. I'll be honest, I'm probably a little boring on romance for my reasons behind it. It doesn't super interest me to write, so I do tend to default to canon ships or highly likely ships (see Zelink) so I can focus on other stuff, like worldbuilding and setting exploration. Now, I still try to write good romance when it comes up, and I hope folks are enjoying MoaH's Zelink, I think it's pretty good, but it's not really a point I find super interesting to theorize about when I'm planning works to write. I'm more interested at poking at the world, so I kinda just pick the easy answer and then toodle around somewhere else in the story.

To be more fun, I have one ship that I'm particular about and it has to do with MoaH. I had someone ship Link and Marela together and I hated it. And it was the reason they gave me that pissed me off. Look, if people ship the MoaH characters differently than how they're written, I probably get it. But their reasoning was twofold: 1) they didn't like that Marela was a lesbian and 2) they thought Zelda was a bitch and didn't deserve Link. And it's just the combo of queer erasure and then quantifying worth in women based on how nice they are to men (like he wasn't an arrested criminal at that point in the story) that really teed me off about it. Not even a character exploration between the two, just not liking lady characters have depth.

Thank ya for the ask! Sorry to go off there at the end.

[minlout3heathlegs3ruffthrokfan]

HTTYD Fanfic Story Idea Poll

Hello, everyone! Today, I've decided to make a poll due to it being the Year of the Dragon. It must be fate, so I'm determined to get a bunch of HTTYD fanfics done, mostly one-shots and stuff. However, this poll is to determine what multi-chapter, full-length story ideas to go with, because I can't decide. So I would appreciate some help, my dear followers! 😉🙏🏻

Keep in mind, I won't work on it immediately, due to currently working on a couple of fics already. However, once I'm done with them, then I'll work on whatever wins the poll vote.

I had meant to do this earlier this year, but time flew away from me and I never got around to it. Whoops. Teehee. 😜😅

There are several ideas I'd like to work on, however, I'm struggling to choose which one to start on first. Granted, I have a feeling I know what you guys want me to work on first, but I still wanted to ask anyways. 😏

So before you vote, I'd like to list down the options below and a little summary as to what each choice will be about.

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The Beast of Breakneck Bog || Beauty and the Beast AU (A Minlout Story)

A story for which Snotlout stars as the Beast, and Minden as Belle’s roll. Minden has been sheltered in her hometown her whole life, but she has always been fascinated in the tales of dragons and dragon riders. But when her parents disappear while on a journey, Minden decides to leave the safety of her home to go search for them, until she comes to a place both feared and the source of legends: Breakneck Bog, a realm where a famous ruler had once lived before darkness descended and cursed the place, and no one who lived there was ever heard from again, and the place was separated from where Minden had lived years ago. There are rumors of a monster that lurks in the Bog, snatching passing travelers to devour once he returns to his den. Nevertheless, Minden goes in, knowing that her parents must be here after a friend spotted them enter here.

When she enters the abandoned castle, she calls for anyone to answer her, only to run into the Monster of Breakneck Bog: A humagon. Half man, half dragon. She bargains with the creature to let her parents go in exchange for her to remain. But it’s so difficult when the occupant is so... monstrous.

Can Snotlout be able to become a human again? Can he get her to fall in love with him long enough for the curse to be lifted? Or is he doomed forever to be in this hideous form of a humagon?

The Impossible Quest (A Heathlegs Story)

When Thorvald (OC), Dagur and Heather’s cousin, requests Fishlegs’ audience on Berserk, he and Snotlout decide to go fly over there. However, the welcome is hardly friendly. It’s discovered that Thorvald found the love letters and poems between Fishlegs and Heather, and that according to Viking law, the punishment for tainting a chieftain’s female relative through love letters and poems is death.

However, since someone came and told him about the records proving that Fishlegs is a distant relative of the Berserker Royal Family, he will be exempt from this fate and will instead be forced to participate in an Impossible Quest in order to win Heather’s hand in marriage. Should he fail, not only will he not get Heather’s hand but his life will also be forfeit. The Quest? Fishlegs has to hunt down a dragon that’s been terrorizing the Forest Interior of Berserk and has been preventing the Berserkers from being able to get access to the area where the Berserk bees live to acquire their honey. Kill it and give Thorvald its head. 

Will Fishlegs and Snotlout be able to complete the Quest and defeat the dragon? Or will they fail and lose their lives or their honor? 

Tradition or Bust (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

Snotlout and his family is off to the Althing to find a bride for Snotlout. While he’s there, he surprisingly meets up with Minden and the other Wingmaidens. When he asks her why they’re here at the Althing, she replies that Freya has released them from her service by sending the Razorwhips away, thus freeing them from their vows. While several went back home, most have felt unwilling to leave their fellow sisters-in-arms and Atali decided to establish the Wingmaidens as an official Viking Tribe and now rules them as their Chieftess, with Minden as her Heir. As a consequence, the Wingmaidens are now searching for men amongst their allies and Atali’s own clan for potential husbands. The catch? Those men have to cut all ties with their former community and join the Wingmaidens at theirs. It’s not strictly a matriarchal society, but neither is it patriarchal. 

Of course, Minden wishes for Snotlout to be her groom, and formally asks him to marry her. While Snotlout is both shocked, surprised, and ecstatic, he’s also hesitant and afraid because he knows that his father would be against this match, being a fierce and stubborn traditionalist to the Old Ways.

And he’s right. When Spitelout finds out, he’s furious. With Snotlout being his only male heir, Spitelout wants and expects Snotlout to remain on Berk with their family clan, so that he can inherit the mantle once Spitelout either steps down or dies. Thus he demands that either Minden join HIS clan or she can find someone else.

Can Snotlout and Minden overcome Spitelout’s chauvinistic thinking? Will they be able to be together? Or will they have to part their separate ways and marry someone else?

Snotlout’s Impossible Quest (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

An alternative story to “Tradition or Bust” where instead of Minden asking for Snotlout’s hand, Snotlout asks for Minden’s hand. This time, instead of the Wingmaidens, it’s just Minden with her maternal family — Atali and her family, with her (Atali’s) brother at the forefront as Chief of their Tribe. Not very impressed with Snotlout, and with other men competing for the hands of Minden and Linden, Atali’s brother offers Snotlout an ultimatum: either he completes an Impossible Quest of his (the Chief’s) choosing, or he relinquishes his chance of winning Minden’s hand.

Snotlout the Goldsmith (A Minlout Story)

(Saga AU) A story where Snotlout and his brothers Throk and Fishlegs are out hunting and run into a group of Valkryies bathing. As they watch, they see some ne’er-do-wells trying to take advantage of them and corner them, so they decide to come to their rescue. Afterwards, the Valkryies introduce themselves as Heather, Minden, and Ruffnut. They then offer themselves to the men, each of them choosing the man they wish to marry. But they warn that they’ll be off to join in Odin’s wars after a long hiatus. So for several years they end up happy living together and even starting to have children of their own. But eventually they disappear as promised. Saddened, Throk and Fishlegs abandon their homes as they go on a journey to find their wives again, leaving Snotlout, and their children, to remain behind, Snotlout having faith that his wife will return one day, and thus continues life as usual.

However, Mala, Queen of the region where they live, hears of them and how Snotlout is a legendary goldsmith and warrior, and with a prophecy which foretells of this, Mala sends soldiers to take them and tries to pressure Snotlout to marry her. But Snotlout’s heart is still set for his absent wife.

Will Snotlout be able to get out and escape? Will the wives of Snotlout and his brothers ever return?

A Warrior, A Dragon, and the Princess Trapped in the Tower (A Ruffthrok Story)

(Saga/Fairytale AU) Ruffnut entered a tower to search for some goodies and find her brother, but she ends up trapped in the tower. Turns out it’s a trap made by a dragon and it imprisons her in the tower. So Ruffnut, absolutely bored out of her mind, just looks on in annoyance as warriors from all over the Viking world try to slay the dragon, only to be defeated. But hark! A warrior comes. Who is he? His name is Throk. Will he succeed in defeating the dragon and freeing Ruffnut from her prison of eternal boredom?

Switching Places (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

When Spitelout takes Snotlout to the Althing in search for a bride to carry on the Jorgenson name, he (Snotlout) certainly wasn’t expecting to see Minden of all people — not only without any Wingmaidens around, but also with her twin sister, Linden (OFC), Atali and her family. And he DEFINITELY wasn’t expecting that Minden and Linden were Atali’s biological daughters and Atali’s brother’s foster daughters. When Snotlout asks if her family’s looking for a husband for her and Linden, and their foster father cuts in and explains that yes, they are — that is to say that LINDEN is, and that Minden actually already has a young man whom he plans on marrying her to, much to Snotlout’s shock and Minden’s chagrin.

As if to make matters worse, Snotlout runs into the guy, and instead of apologizing, the man demands Snotlout to apologize, riling the latter up. If that doesn’t stoke the fire for conflict, the Twins decide to honor Loki by contributing to the conversation and managing to put a speechless Snotlout into an even deeper hole by declaring a duel between Snotlout and Minden’s almost-fiance: the winner gets to marry Minden. At the same time, Linden begins to form a plan to get Minden and Snotlout together — one that will be incredibly risky and could involve either much dishonor or even Snotlout’s death.

Can Snotlout survive the duel and defeat his love rival for Minden’s hand? Or will he fail and lose honor and face — and possibly his life? And what is Linden scheming with that brain of hers?

Case of the Missing Razorwhips (A HTTYD Short-story with Minlout and Heathlegs)

When the Gang gets a message from Atali informing them of missing Razorwhips, they go to Wingmaiden Island to help them solve the mystery. Can they figure it out before the Razorwhips are once again on the verge of endangerment? And how will Snotlout ever find the time amongst the chaos to play footsie with Minden?

Atali Gets Amnesia (A HTTYD Short-story with Minlout)

After suffering an accident, Atali has lost all memory of being a Wingmaiden — and is even scared of dragons like a normal Viking. Not knowing what to do, the Wingmaidens seek the aid of the Riders. When nothing seems to work, Hiccup comes up with the idea to use hypnotism to try to awaken her memories, and asks Snotlout to work his magic! 

Will Snotlout succeed in his task? Will Atali be able to recover her memories and her old self back? Or will Snotlout blunder it up as usual? 

Life At Caldera Cay (A Ruffthrok Story)

[Ruffnut x Throk, Tuffnut x OFC] 

What if Ruffnut had accepted Throk’s proposal during “Snuffnut”? However, she only accepts if Throk allows Tuffnut to come with them, convincing him that having Tuffnut around would be beneficial for domestic duties. After the nice foot massages, Throk can’t help but agree. So Tuffnut goes with Ruffnut and Throk back to Caldera Cay, where Ruffnut becomes Throk’s wife. This story follows them as they live their new life, and there also seems to be a local Defender who appears to find Tuffnut’s personality endearing.

Emperor's New Groove AU (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

Where Snotlout's the Emperor/King, but is blind when an enemy from within turns him into a dragon or a sheep or a boar (you guys decide). He then gets the help of a village chief (Fishlegs) to help him find the cure to bring him back to being a human. He also does a little soul-searching along the way.

Snotlout’s A Daddy AU (A Minlout Story)

(Modern AU)

When playboy and wealthy Snotlout makes a terrible mistake, Minden has enough and leaves him. Little does he know that his life’s about to change several months later. When Snotlout find a baby on his doorstep, he finds out through a letter that it’s HIS courtesy of Minden, and that if he can prove himself to be a good father to their child, then she’ll return to him.

Not the type who’s good with babies, not even his own, he enlists the help of his buddies Throk and Fishlegs, and even Hiccup. Hilarity ensues as they learn how to raise a baby and become a new father/uncles. Will they succeed, or will it end with a loaded diaper? Will Snotlout be able to get back together with Minden, now that he realizes how precious she is to him?

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Thank you very much for your support! I look forward to the results of your votes, and I'll let you guys know what the top 3 choices were by the end of the poll!

Minlout! Heathlegs! Ruffthrok! Oi, Oi, Oi!

— Minlout3Heathlegs3RuffthrokFan

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Hello!

I'm not sure if you're still answering asks concerning your DCA Detective AU, so if you're not, feel free to ignore.

My question is: Who is this Pops? If I got it right, he's the boys' creator who died "due to health complications".

What was his relationship like with the boys, Eclipse especially? I assume there's some good stuff, as I remember you mentioning that Eclipse learnt some engineering skills from him, and decided to find out more behind his death (is that right? And that is what got him mad, infected, and a mafia boss in the first place?)

What is Pops' backstory? Is it something dark, that led to his death, like the past coming back to get him (what if he didn't die because of health issues but of something else and that was just a cover???).

And also...

Here to say that I really appreciate your work and art, I love the AUs you've come up with! Looking forward to seeing more of our favourite detectives and faes! And... this might be a bit of a sore topic, but I read the earlier ask about Sleuth Jesters and Naffeclipse. I feel so awed with how you handled it. I understand how people feel when something of theirs is used by another person, and even with credit they are not the more popular one. I don't think its my place to say this, but I'm proud with how you managed it. I don't know what goes on out of the phone, off the screen, but I admire your strength with this issue. It's great to know you're getting more recognition for this wonderful idea you brewed! And your art, scrumptious!

Of course, if all this makes you uncomfortable, you are welcome to ignore and delete.

Sending hugs <3

Woah! I just wanna say first and foremost: thank you for liking my stories and my characters! sorry it took me so long to respond, I have lots going on always all at once but since I’m taking today off to just unwind I’ve finally got a moment to type this up,

There’s toons of questions here to let me address them all!

1. Pops is indeed an old man who created sun, moon, and eclipse! Think of him as the Geppetto who created his own Pinocchio’s.

2. Pop’s story was definitely not dark at all, but it’s not to say he didn’t have some life struggles here and there. He was a mechanic, an engineer and a brilliant man, he simply wanted to show everyone bots could be taught just as humans can grow.

3. He was a very beloved man and mechanic in the small section of the city he lived in, basically everyone in the block and knew him or recommended his shop to get your repairs done at!

4. Im still undecided on his fate, but the gist of it was that pops discovered the mega corporation that was fazbear.co was doing shady business and human experimentation on their robots (along with some cold cases on various children) , and planned to tell his local paper, which he did! And while it gained traction, almost a month after a ‘accidental fire’ took place in his shop and it is assumed he died in it because his body wasn’t recovered. He just went missing :( along with any evidence that could incriminate the corporation.

5.eclipses and pops relationship was really close! they were family and eclipse saw him as a father figure :) . Eclipse became a detective, looked after his brothers and they kept the shop (they had to rebuild it) and was promoted to head chief , and sun and moon also grew up to be detectives, the best in their courses of course! Basically it was tough but things were actually starting to look bright and hopeful again.

Lastly, from the bottom of my heart thank you for your kind words. And I’m a little embarrassed honestly , I’ve never heard someone say they admire mE but//! Thank you!! (//`ー´//)

I’m giving you the biggest hug back!

[obxpogue4l]

mainlander

when kiara’s cousin gets sent to the obx from the mainland when her parents get arrested, she fits right in. meanwhile as the sad truth about her situation comes to light jj realizes he might have more in common with her than he thinks..

comfort & angst are my fav so. also i’ve never written on here before but i loveee reading fanfic and thought writing it would be fun! enjoy!

warnings: angst, mentions of arrest/ bad home life, not proofread lol, me not knowing how this works

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“she’s my cousin. she’s gonna be staying at my house for a while.” kiara announces to the rest of the pogues as they make their way into the wreck in hopes of finding some food. little did the friends know that y/n, the girl that kiara was talking about had already arrived and was eating at the wreck after a long day of traveling to the obx.

“hey kie.. long time no see yea?” says the girl in the restaurant as she stands up from her table where she is eating with a slight chuckle and smile.

“y/n! oh my god hi! i didn’t know you would already be here?!” kiara says excitedly rushing to you and throwing her arms around you. you both giggle and give each other a squeeze before backing away. you notice her friends that had come in with her were now standing directly behind her. “guys, this is y/n” kiara begins. “kiara’s cousin. who will be staying at her house for a while” you say jokingly giving her a glance as you refer to what you overheard her say earlier before turning to the boys with a smile. she laughs before continuing, “right yes, and these are my friends jj, john b., and pope.” “hello! howdy!” the boys pipe up. “just friends?” jj jokes, receiving a look from kiara & the other boys. “you’ll learn quickly it’s better to ignore him. it’s nice to meet you.” says pope politely. “hi nice to meet you guys too.” you smile shyly. you all stand there for a second and then hear a voice coming from behind you.

“kiara honey sit and eat with y/n i’ll bring more out for you boys too.” mrs. carrera walks in from the kitchen. “thank you! i was just about to ask.” kie says sitting down and motioning for the boys to join. you all begin eating and it feels like how you left off with kiara. she asks you the basics of what you’ve been up to, how school has been etc. you answer politely only covering surface level stuff while she and her friends listened closely but you were more interested in hearing about her and her friends. they all had crazy stories to tell. after what you had come from, you did not expect that moving in with your rich cousin and her “strict parents” as kie would put it, would start off in a night of laughter. you were skeptical about just how at home you were going to feel here but at this very moment you felt like everything might be ok.

the next day:

you woke up to the smell of breakfast being made in the downstairs kitchen of the home you would be staying in for the foreseeable future. one nice thing about staying with the Carrera’s is that you wouldn’t go hungry you thought to yourself. you rolled over in bed to check your phone and finally decided to get up. you pulled yourself together and put a shirt on over the sports bra and shorts your slept in and made your way downstairs. “good morning y/n, i hope you’re hungry! i made breakfast before i have to head to the wreck for lunch rush.” you hear mrs. carerra say as she wipes her hands on a towel after setting a pan of food on the counter. you smiled politely and took a seat at the counter, “oh thank you, it looks and smells amazing.” “see someone appreciates our cooking!” mr. carrera says from his position at the stove, hinting at kiara who you saw make her way down the stairs & start looking in the pantry for some cereal. you grab a piece of bacon and smile at their comments. “anyway.. what do you wanna do today?” kiara ignores them and walks to sit down by you. you shrug and mumble an “mmhmm” while chewing on your bacon because truly you had no idea what there even was to do here. “well we could go to the beach that’s always fun, have you ever been surfing?? or we could hit up the boys, see what they’re doing today. hmm.. what else?” “it all sounds fun i have never been surfing though” you admit. “perfect i’ll hit up the guys, you can use one of my boards and i’ll teach you!” oh yay. embarrassment in front of your coolest cousin and her cute friends on your second day here. “that sounds.. eventful..” you say and kiara notices your unenthusiastic tone and slightly worried face. “ohh come on it’ll be fun!” she says pulling you up to go get ready. “bye mom bye dad!” “kie- kiara you be careful!” mrs. carrera sighs as you both head upstairs.

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I found your demo through 14dwy and I'm so glad I did :D I enjoyed playing it and now I'm left patiently craving for more

If you're still answering questions- did you have any inspirations in mind when creating the characters? If thats too much to answer then perhaps just Johann specifically? He is giving Mr. Darcy in the best way

Hello! I am absolutely answering questions, and thank you for asking one! I told myself that I would take two weeks off of dev stuff but here I am, already plotting out how Day 2 is going to go haha

As for character inspiration, there have been a LOT of characters that have inspired me! I'm a big Pride & Prejudice fan myself, and while Johann wasn't intentionally pulling Mr. Darcy (I'm a longtime fan of the 1995 BBC mini-series adaptation) I can definitely see where you're coming from!

Before I started on CC, I had a few different OCs floating around my brain that eventually coalesced into the Johann we know today! Johann actually really solidified in my mind while I was sketching out his different expressions way earlier in development. I wanted someone who was deeply obsessed with the MC (naturally) and willing to do just about anything to get them. At first, I was imagining a more moody, taciturn version of Johann, who desired power for power's sake, and believed that acquiring power would eventually let him marry whomever he chooses-- like getting so OP that no one can really tell him who to marry anymore, given his status.

From there, I started thinking about how that might work in high-class social circles. Moodiness isn't exactly a great trait for making connections in business, so I did some reworking and decided that he'd be the type to maintain composure in almost any situation. Frankly, I find that kind of personality to be more frightening.

Later, I started developing characters that would eventually be his school chums (they'll be revealed in Day 2) and I realized that the composed persona crumbling in front of the right people could be super entertaining!

I am a longtime P&P fan but Jane Austen's characters tend to be (imo) less conniving and more... gentle, I guess? There's an element of comfort and decency that I find in Austen's characters, and I love that about them! But my characters are distinctly a little more... Brontë adjacent, I'd say? I'm definitely going for something more gothic and tangled.

TL;DR Johann has more social skills than Darcy but much fewer scruples lol