#sorry he looks so weird I'm not very creative

[etheries1015]

Etheries hello! If you're open to requests right now, could you write something for twst where they find out (gender neutral but presumably afab) reader is pregnant with their child? I'd love to request for Azul, Vil, Malleus, and Rollo specifically but any others you think would be fun to write would be fun to read too. Thank you!!

YYYAAAA!!! I LOVE THIS CONCEPT Twst men with children make me so giddy inside hehehehe. Especially the non-humans for some reason, like Fae and Mer folk aosiefjlskadjf

You're pregnant!! Their reaction?

you know what, I decided to throw in how many daughters/sons I'd think they would have, too. For shits and giggles.

Featuring: Azul, Vil, Malleus, and of course I need to add my baby girl Lilia <3 I'm sorry, I really can't write Rollo, I sat here for an hour trying to think of something, but I suppose he is where my creativity halts... my apologies. I hope you like this nonetheless!

General warnings: Afab reader, but no pronouns are used. I feel like there is obvious malleus favoritism because I think he's a huge simp that wants a bunch of babies LMFAOOO, there's so much to write on him. And Lilias is a little bit more on the angsty side of things...but overall fluffy! Not very proofread either <3

Azul

He is BEYOND anxious. More anxious than he had ever felt in his entire life. You? His lovely significant other, pregnant, with HIS child? His offspring?

Almost faints at the news. When you tell him the news, he just stares at you with wide eyes and jaw ajar.

He is happy, truly, but he's honestly a mess. Will this be a mostly human child? Will you be giving birth to an octo-egg? Will they need to be birthed in the water of the sea? So many uknown variables and questions swim in his mind, but his first plan of action is to hug you tightly and sob into your shoulder.

CONSTANT doctor checkups. He's asking you to go more often than they would recommend, but he can't help it. He needs to be 10000% certain that you are going to be okay and find out what form his child will be taking.

Imagine if it's twins, oh my gosh. He would actually faint.

his children will have a never-ending supply of love from Uncle Jade and Uncle Floyd

Weird presents, probably ingesting food from the sea by his recommendation, prenatal potions, and bed rest. If he read it, you were doing it. Your health was his number one priority.

Azul is probably leaning towards a traditional father, going to work and getting as much profit as possible to support you and his children. But of course, he will take a significant amount of time off to help you and any obstacles that come with having a mer-folks child.

On the sweeter side...

His hands will be trembling ever so slightly, with tears in his eyes every time he feels your stomach. He will kiss your stomach, and lay on your lap to be close by. He can't believe he has come so far in life- to the point where he has a beautiful significant other such as yourself and a child on the way.

He worries about many things, finances, being able to get the most out of life, if he will be able to provide for you and this child, and the kind of life his child will have.

Kind of hopes that his child is mostly human. He was bullied for his species, being slow, pudgy, and whatnot. That's not the life he wants for his children if they end up looking more like him.

You're able to calm his nerves, though. All in all, he is incredibly excited to meet his new baby, and will be doing so by his beloveds side <3

I personally see him having one child. Probably a boy, probably an easy baby. I don't think Azul would want more than one child.

Vil

the moment he saw that positive pregnancy test, he had a conflicting wave of emotions.

Of course his outward reaction was to hug you, stroke your head, and pepper your face in kisses. Of course, the news elated him, he seemed calm and collected enough, but there were many worries in his mind.

He doesn't want to accidentally "ruin" his child.

Vil was always in the face of cameras, the face of the public's wary eye, and was hyper-focused on his image and how others may perceive him.

He would hate to accidentally subject his child to the same watchful eye of the public and create this whole image that he needs to be perfect. He wants this child to grow up how they choose, with good values, instead of fearing what may come out of the public opinion.

always hiding you and shielding you from paparazzi. He wanted to hide the news that you were pregnant until later down the line. There are some crazy fans out there, and he would never risk something happening to you. Face masks and disguises were not unknown to you from dating him already at this point, but it was almost as if it came out tenfold.

Rook and Epel = sweetest most doting uncles ever!

Vil had to slap Rook on the head when he felt like Rook was getting a little too handsy with your baby bump.

Epel made sure you had the best batch of apples straight from the farm! Good for the baby, he says!

Vil loves playing music for you and his child, piano, singing...he loves it. it's great bonding for the both of you. He'd hum and sing songs to your stomach while rubbing it gently.

Finances will never pose a problem. Another thing that was never a problem, was Vil going out of his way to take off work and make sure he was there to properly take care of you. You never felt abandoned and alone despite his busy schedule and the fact he was always out doing some sort of movie shoot or commercial, he would never hesitate to take off or call in if you were having a particularly rough day.

Overall, he's excited! He hopes the baby grows up in their own skin and individuality, making choices for themselves when it comes to their career path. And a little side note...he really liked how cute you looked waddling around pregnant with a baby bump. Heuehue.

I can envision you and Vil possibly having two-three children, pretty even in age difference. Depends! I think he would like a big family, get a home with plenty of space. I can see him with both boys and girls, I think I see Vil being a really good "girl dad" tho.

Malleus

absolutely ecstatic. He wanted this so so so bad. He was over the moon. He held back an embarrassing display of giggling and fangirling over the fact he impregnated you, instead opted with a smile and a "Wonderful."

You sometimes wonder if he purposefully did something to result in your pregnancy because I like to think he's a little bit insane like that, but it's okay! You don't mind!

This man wants so. many. kids. Half-fae Half human children run around the castle bringing it to life and showing off the world the unity between humans and faes. He doesn't care if anyone else doesn't agree with this, he on the other hand is absolutely bemused by you and the fact you are bearing his children.

Will they come out as eggs needing to be hatched? How long will it take to hatch with your nonmagical side? Will they have mostly human attributes? Will his fae genetics be so dominant that it's like a bunch of little copies of him? Will his child have your ears and his eyes? and vise versa? will his child come out looking just like he did, in a full dragon form, or will his child come out like a normal human? He has asked ALL of these questions and more. He is so excited.

Buys a lot of clothes, builds rooms in the castle (yes, rooms. because he knows you will have more of his children and wants to be prepared.) "Can never have enough to be prepared for all outcomes," He says. Whatever floats his boat, I suppose!

Appoints the most skilled doctors there is in the Valley. You are always, without a doubt, taken care of. He reads piles upon piles of parenting books, he's always by your side, to the point where sometimes he brings you into important meetings just to be sure you were in his sights.

He vows his children will never feel the crushing lonliness he did as a child. He vouches to always be availble to have meals with his children, to play with his children, and be active in their learning process. He will allow them to travel all over and gain knowledge, and be certain they will never feel like they are missing out on anything.

He LOVES your baby bump. At night in bed he will press his ear up against your stomach, rub it, kiss it, talk to it. He is so infatuated with you and your body. Kisses every single stretch mark, and his hands are all over you. Seeing you pregnant with his child stirs up some sort of desire to keep you that way, but he tries to...push down this part of him. For the most part. Heuheu.

And when you two are sleeping, his dragon tail always comes out to wrap around you protectively. It's his way of making sure both of you are safe through the night because sevens forbid anything happens to his beloved and their child(ren).

Honestly, I am a firm believer that Malleus would have twins, for some reason. Two hatchlings! Together! A boy and a girl. (I have a whole fic idea for this...you'll probably see it one day. heuheu.) or two boys. I think it would be super chaotic with two twins with big draconic features and attitudes, alot of running around and mischief in the house!! He would of course go on to have more children with you. I think it may become an addiction for him. Or not! I can also see him being content with two.

Lilia

Honestly, when you first gave him the news, he was uncertain how to feel. He inquired if you were serious,him raising a child at his age? He wasn't certain he'd be able to do it. He raised Silver, and now that his magic reserves were dwindling, he was worried he wouldn't be able to fully be there for you and your baby.

"Lilia...i'm pregnant." Once those words left your lips, his normal silly demeanor dropped slightly. He had a thoughtful look upon his face, eyes wide staring at you. He asked if you were certain, and it was initially a long and deep discussion about your future together and how things will pan out.

After talking it out, a few tears and heartfelt moments, Lilia smiled brightly and gave you the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek. He started to become a little more excited! And once you shared the news with Silver, Malleus, and Sebek, they were more than happy to pitch in a helping hand.

Honestly, I think as he saw your baby bump grow, so did his excitement. He of course loved the children he adopted more than anything in the entire world, but something about looking at you holding your tummy full of his very own blood, it felt...different.

He was nervous, for sure. This was a child that was going to carry his lineage, his very own DNA coursing through that baby. He wasn't sure how things would turn out but prayed that this baby would have a life of peace and acceptance, unlike his war-filled days and alienation for being a lesser type of fae.

He was OBSESSED with how you looked pregnant. He could get used to this sight, you waddling around, swollen feet... for more in-depth details about how he felt about you being pregnant, you can take a read at this fic I wrote a while ago about it. All in all, he pampers you to death. Rubbing your feet, kissing your stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his fingers...oh he could truly get used to this.

He does fear what the future may hold. He wants all of his children to see him at his strongest, not to see him slowly give into old age as his magic fades to nothing. You may have to reassure him a few times throughout your pregnancy that you and this child will love him no matter what, and remind him that YOU are magicless as well. And Lilia would make an amazing father, with or without his "power." It's his personality and determination as an amazing, child-loving figure that will give this child a life to look forward to.

Once he gets over the insecurities about becoming a father to a new half-fae, half-human baby, he starts to dig up old parenting books he used to have.

He will give this baby, and you, as much love as he possibly can <3\

I can see Lilia with a girl! Probably just one baby, because he can only handle so much anymore! He would be an AMAZING girl dad. He would be a great father regardless of the gender of the baby, but I can really see him with a daughter for some reason. The visions are strong with this one.

[amaya-writes]

Can I request headcanons with L, Light and Mello with a s/o who's a genius (like them) but acts stupid (like bimbo-ish) just to annoy people?

Notes: I'm SO sorry I took forever to get this out!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: L, Light, Mello

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

L

Finds you intriguing.

You're like a puzzle to him. He wants to figure out your motives and understand why anyone would willingly act this way.

It doesn't take him long to understand you're smarter than you let on, however, your reasoning puzzles L a lot.

If you met him during the events of Death Note he immediately decides you're an asset and takes you to his side. You're like the Misa to his Light.

Your job would be to survey Misa, work in the same places as her, join her on any jobs. Since you're good at faking your bimbo personality you easily get along well with her.

At first Light even falls for the guise but with time he realises you're smarter than you look.

Even after Light understands your true personality L still keeps you around to help out. He often takes you with him when he's stalking surveying people and would even ask your opinions on the situation.

At first he used to find you annoying and his opinion of you was very similar to his opinion of Misa. However, with time L starts to find your interactions with others sort of amusing.

He sees your personality as a game, but outside of the Kira case he doesn't really interact with you.

To him, you're just another factor in the case.

Light

Hates it.

Unlike L, Light takes slightly longer to catch on to your personality.

You meet through Misa since you are friends with her. At first, Light presumes you're just like the other girls Misa works with but as time goes on he realises your true potential.

He only gets interested in you once you confess you think he's Kira.

Light's first instinct is to kill you but he refrains from doing so since he thinks he could use you. To him, you're just another pawn he can control to win against L.

L might have some semblance of a bond with you but Light only sees you as an object for his schemes. If he feels that you won't be easily manipulated then he doesn't bother associating with you since you are no use to him.

However, if you are easily swayed his way then Light uses you as an unsuspecting source for information.

With L and the rest of the team constantly hovering over his shoulder Light needed someone on the outside to help him execute his schemes.

Over time he comes to appreciate your wit as it makes it easier to carry out his plans. However, he still expects you to listen to him and hates when you get too creative.

He sometimes wishes you were the one with the Death Note instead of Misa because that would make everything happen so much more smoothly.

He expects you to have your regular personality when interacting with him. If you act like a bimbo when it's just the two of you he gets visibly annoyed.

While you are a genius like him you don't posses the almost inhumane lack of empathy Light is known for, which is why you don't realise the bond you share with him is purely that of a master and his pawn.

Mello

A mixture of the two.

Like L, he finds it weird that you would want to act like a bimbo especially since being a genius is something he always strived for growing up.

To him it's almost like you don't value the skillset his entire life revolves around.

However, he also sees the value in your mannerisms.

Unlike Near, Mello chose to associate himself with the mafia, that meant he needed trustworthy allies who he could rely on to get the work done.

At first he sees you as just another one of the bimbos his men would use as flings and then discard of, but after a few days he realises your true intentions.

You played the role of the innocent girl hopelessly in love with a mafia man yet in reality were using them for your fulfillment. (This can be anything from stealing from the guy you were with to leveraging his connections to complete some personal vendetta.)

Once Mello realises your true persona his first instinct is to get rid of you.

There is only space for one genius in his circle and he can't risk being potentially overthrown.

However, you make him see the value in having you around.

With time, you, Mello, and Matt become a team of sorts. You become a trio known for controlling the mafia groups.

Most people simply presumed you were Mello's bimbo girlfriend he kept around for eye-candy, which made it easy for him to use you to get what he needed.

However, unlike Light, Mello knows the value of having reliable allies (like Matt). He never really places his full trust in you, but with time Mello comes to appreciate you.

[harmonyckrs]

making (slightly rude) assumptions about you based on your favorite Strangetown sim

remade to be more organized

Pascal: You're probably gay, trans, or both. Probably a Nervscal shipper as well. You're responsible for the amazing art within the fandom, which makes up for your surface level, black-and-white interpretations of every character and the fact that you reduce Pascal to either a boyfriend/husband or an alien incubator

Vidcund: You're either a CallMeKevin fan, an irony-poisoned individual, or have him on your hear-me-out list. You probably also projected onto him to some extent, whether it's being an introvert or being on the asexual/autism spectrum. You also have a very mixed relationship with the PSP game and you want Dominic Newlow's head on a stick

Lazlo: Either a chill person who ships Cryzlo or a Crystal hater who secretly wants to date Lazlo and projects onto the person that they're shipping him with. If you fall into the first category you have amazing taste and you should be proud of yourself. There's a possible chance that you might be bisexual/pansexual

Tycho: Pascal fans but instead of creativity you have objectively incorrect opinions. You probably haven't played the PSP game and just got all of your info from the wiki or someone else who only got their info from the wiki talking about it. This is like saying your favorite Pleasantview character is Unborn Baby Broke. If you wanted green with no personality, pick a Smith at random instead

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Pollination Technician 9: You like aliens and have him on a hear-me-out list. Also you're probably some variant of gay/bi even though he and his family give off very stereotypically straight sitcom family vibes

Jenny Smith: You are in desperate need of a hug or at least someone to vent about your problems to. She either reminds you of your mother or she's the mother that you wish you had. I'm going to also assume that you're either straight or have very basic taste in women. At least she's a healthy choice

Johnny Smith: You're a JRO or TankJohnny shipper, and the reason why it's almost impossible to search up certain sims for reference photos without seeing ship art of said sim with another character

Jill Smith: Not sure if I've ever seen a Jill Smith fan but you're probably pretty chill, minding your own business and enjoying the weird snippets of Jill's character that we got from the PSP game. You probably also like Buck

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General Buzz Grunt: I'm so sorry for what you have to deal with. You all seem chill but I know damn well it probably gets annoying seeing your fave get slandered repeatedly over popular headcanons that get interpreted as canon. Congrats on still hanging in there

Tank Grunt: Golden child with anger issues and therapy who's possibly closeted to some extent. You also have a very conflicting relationship with your parents and people misunderstanding you

Ripp Grunt: You're probably not straight, dabbled in alternative culture but coudln't afford to actually give yourself an alternative look, and you probably played the other neighborhoods before

Buck Grunt: You pity him for being constantly overlooked and the fact that the Bus Driver won over him in that one poll. You probably also like Jill, even if you don't necessarily ship them

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Olive Specter: You think she's iconic/a girlboss and probably wish you could be six feet under her garden as well, not in a suicidal kind of way but in a "I'd be happy if she was the one who took me out" kind of way. The Life and Death pack was very important to you, and you think about Ichabod more than the average person

Ophelia Nigmos: You pick your favorites off of personality and lore rather than on how fun they are to play. You don't need to tell me that she's actually the best character because "she's an alternative teenage girl with anxiety who lives with her serial killer aunt and twenty one ghosts" or that she has a tragic backstory

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(to either of these three: You have a very mixed relationship with the PSP game because you hate what they did to the characters)

Loki Beaker: You love the "hate everyone but her" type characters and people who would sacrifice the world to save the one they love over sacrificing the one they love to save the world. You're probably also a fan of malewives and make jokes about his eyebrows

Circe Beaker: You love girlbosses, you hate Dominic Newlow and want his head on a stick more than the Vidcund fans, and you probably have a very mixed perception of Vidcund. You probably also enjoy a good masculine woman/feminine man dynamic.

Nervous Subject: A fusion of the Pascal fans and the Olive fans. You were super happy seeing the Life and Death version of Nervous but got super pissed when you found out that they named him Nyon. You pick and choose which parts of the lore to care about and consume angst for every meal

Atom/Ceres: You're here from the Sims 3 and a stickler for canon. Also unrelated but Atom is a really bad name for a child, dunno why they couldn't name Atom after another Roman god like with Ceres. They even double as planet names which makes even more sense for knowledge sim Loki, like come on

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Ajay Loner: You love how little there is to him because you can literally just make him whatever you want and it technically still works because the lore never said that he wasn't

Chloe Curious: You love chaos and drama, and you're either some variant of queer or the type who wants a gay best friend

Lola, Erin or Kristen: Girl's girl, possibly sapphic. You're also more into career/drama-based gameplay than family gameplay, and you're probably not the biggest fan of Lola/Ajay

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Bella: You love sim lore and you love Pleasantview more. You also get super hyped up anytime she appears in the background of your game. Anytime Bella appears in the background of your game you become that one picture of a wojak who's pointing at something in the background

Crystal: Lazlo fan and probably really chill considering you had to put up with the really bad interpretations of her that either reduced her to either nothing more than Lazlo's girlfriend or made her super toxic so he could either break up with or "fix" her. Barbenheimer was also very important to you

Abhijeet/Meredith: why

[heroicn0nsense]

I guess I'm about to get real vulnerable on main here, but I saw some kinda "BookTok" disk horse cross my BlueSky feed, and it's got me thinking in a way I really can only discuss without a character limit. But it feels kind of relative to an over all trans creative experience. Maybe more specifically for us masc people, but. You know. Maybe the threads are different but the weave a similar picture. Anyway, this is kinda what my tumblr blog has become, and so here goes. Please note I also use 'queer' as an all encompassing term, as to me it is the most inclusive word I can use despite its dubious origins and history. Sorry if that upsets anyone.

The funniest thing about this whole conversation popping up was the fact that I had just been lamenting about finding the concept of 'romantasy' fun but what I'd give to find or read something with a transmasc protagonist paired with an opposite partner of any gender. Something my masc bisexual ass would love to see. Mostly because I see and support so many ones that are sapphic in nature, but hardly see any masculine. Maybe I'm not looking in the right places but Anyway. Just so happened that in the next hour I saw what I was looking for cross my Bsky feed, but with the author show casing the really nasty and negative comments he received on his concept. things like but not limited to:

"of course the transmasc character is a twink bottom" "just a girl who got a mastectomy" And other just Internalized Misogyny and Heteronormative things that affect a good portion of us transmasculine guys.

And idk, man it really struck a nerve with me.

If only because first and foremost, the author is writing something he wanted to see. Filling a niche and void he wanted to see realized, and like so many other authors' works, in a way that feels personal to him. And to attack it in such a way was pretty vile.

Queer stories and creations in of themselves are personal stories, because we write from our own experiences, and put them in our original works whether subtly or not so subtly. It's there, and you can't separate the queer experience from a queer work because by its very nature its queer. But also like, that experience isn't the same for everyone. And we shouldn't expect it to be. So, no, not every work is going to be what you want or associate with. But we should be uplifting all of it so that someone with an idea or concept that does speak to you will have the confidence to bring it to the table. And yeah. Unfortunately, that sometimes means that cliches are gonna happen. That twink ass transmasc might end up being a bottom 75% of the time.

But it also like, led me to associate my own struggle of accepting my own body and transness and some of my own preferences in the bedroom.

I'm not saying that all writers, artists, or creators are using their method of making art to explore their own hang ups with their gender and bodies, navigating this absolutely messy and strange world of norms and expectations while simultaneously seeming to want to turn them on their head. Gender is complex. Being trans is complex. And it gets weird, and sometimes we need outlets to work our way through it.

But also, most of us transmasc people have vaginas. It's just a fact of life. We've got a big ol' gaping axe wound of an organ sitting between our legs and for a lot of us, it still feels good to stick something in it, and we shouldn't be ashamed of that at all. And hell, a lot of us are short, considering our genetics are wired that way and no amount of HRT is going to change the fact some of us aren't going to get past 5'5". But sometimes, especially with what is expected to be masculine by gender norms, and the physical form of a cis male body, it can sometimes be really hard to reconcile that.

I know it was for me. To the point where I often struggled with my sexuality and my relationship with intimacy about it for a long time.

I made my character Akihiro while I was, and still am parsing through a lot of my own dysphoric issues, and paving my own way to acceptance. And that's made him a deeply personal character to me. And he has grown and changed as I project a lot of those issues on to him and his development. Akihiro has been an exploration of myself as much as he is an an original character that I role play. But not so much in the ways of personality, but more in the ways of the challenges with which he is presented and has to navigate himself.

Akihiro is a trans man in a world that is accepting of it. Society has progressed past these petty and arbitrary standards. But he becomes a cyborg at a time where the question is instead what it means to be human, and so...The aspect of depersonalization, dysphoria, and depersonalization he experiences at the hands of transhumanism is not so different than what I have and do experience in my own transition.

Akihiro wasn't always trans. That was honestly a pretty recent development and one that I did struggle with making. And I realized I was struggling with it because of those same dysphoric issues. And I just needed to let them go.

It was reflected in another recent development; the way that I had Akihiro handle his genitals when he was presented with the option to upgrade from none to a functioning set. And he chose to go with what he had been born with, the genitals he had when his body was mangled. He went with a vagina. Because he wanted to embrace the body he had taken for granted before he lost it, and not some idealized version of himself he could have obtained at any point prior.

And yeah. He 'bottoms' the majority of the time for his boyfriend because he enjoys it. But it doesn't stop him from topping him either, nor enjoying that. Nor had it stopped him previously from being intimate with other men and women. And that's his preference as a character.

And who are we to say it wasn't the same for this author? Where he is putting his feelings and acceptance of his own body and desires onto paper? And that is being met with such vitriol because it's not someone else's idea of what is masculine, or whatever. I don't know. Maybe they weren't. Maybe they did just wanna write some twink ass boy getting dicked down and like, that's fine too. Why do we have to be so mad about that?

And maybe this was just a lot of words to say that I think we get so wrapped up in words and labels for things that it completely erases the nuances of our own experiences and it turns right back around to being so queerphobic and limiting. And we don't give ourselves, much less other people, the grace to create the things they want to, and from a place of their own experience and desire. It's harmful.

[ranunculussy]

enigma | part 07.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the next crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ small author's note: hey guys, i'm back from the nine hells! i'm honestly really, really sorry that i disappeared for such a long time but i discovered that the ao3 writer's curse is, in fact, real as fuck. i've been sick for 2 months on and off, which resulted in me, ending up in the hospital and even spending my birthday there lmao. anyway, i think i lowkey reached the end of my recovery and i am back!! hope you'll enjoy this chapter and thank you so much if you're still here after so much waiting, i love you with all of my heart <3 ꕥ small author's note 2: i'll be describing a rather weird(?) crime this time that was inspired by a song (i'll attach it at the end of the chapter, i heavily recommend it - check it out on youtube too, it has a nice mv). i was very hesitant at first about whether i should write this or stick to the good old, bit more basic plots but then i was like fuck it, i have creative freedom for a reason and this series is already filled with weird crimes so why not ꕥ small author's note 3: i am also working on the sapphic knight!Emily × princess!reader, so you can expect that very soon ^-^ let me know if you're interested in it and would like to be notified when it's published ꕥ word count: ~2.6k ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

wednesday

“We got a case. A bad one. Like really, really bad.” The word ‘anxious’ couldn’t even describe exactly how Garcia speedwalked through the bullpen in her neon pink high heels with her rhinestoned tablet in hand. The rest of the team—except for Hotch, were all gathered around Rossi’s desk since he was showing pictures of his grandson with a puppy that he got for his birthday.

“Dare I say Florida?” you murmured audibly enough for some of them to snort at your comment, which was only half a joke. With the amount of utter bullshit that went down there and resulted in the ‘Florida man’ news nothing was surprising anymore. Let’s just say, you accidentally hit the bull’s eye.

“Brace yourselves, my sweet, sweet crimefighters, because what I’m about to show you is very gory.”

You lowered your gaze to the bright screen of your tablet, where photos of the crime scene popped up. Well… Garcia was right. It was gory.

Not even half an hour ago divers found the second dead woman on one of the beaches in Florida. It looked like she got sewn into a seal’s skin and laid down there, making it look like it was a deceased animal, swept to the land by the stronger waves. Lucky for you, since this exact thing happened a few days ago, people were more cautious and thus, the scene remained in its original, uncompromised state.

“Sarah Moore is the second victim in three days. Today, the Florida Police Force has invited us in officially.” took over the word your unit chief, shifting everyone’s glance from the tablets —and printed out files in a particular doctor’s case—towards him.

“What, they didn’t find this” Derek pointed at the device still displaying the graphic photos of the scene in front of him, “freaky at the first time!?”

“There has been a rather public scandal involving the police in Florida, which resulted in replacing almost every person at command there. I think the new chief wanted to show that he can handle things by himself, since many eyes are on him and his work.” explained the man on your right, gesticulating with his big, slender hands. As your eyes unintentionally traced the line of his fingers, you wondered if he ever played the piano. He had the hands of an artist.

“Great. I wonder how much of an asshole he will be to us. I bet he’ll try to demonstrate his superiority.” your let out a groan at the thought of having to handle a grown man who acts like a demanding child, thinking that he is better and smarter than everyone else there. You had problems with people like him. Swallowing your pride when you knew that you were right was challenging for you.

“I wouldn’t exactly use this wording, but Y/N is right. Chief Miller will do everything to make himself look good in the eye of the public, even if it means undermining us. We will have to be exceptionally careful. Wheels up in 30.”

You sat at the window in one of the lounge seating areas of the jet. Next to you was Emily, Reid sat in front of you, Derek next to him. The laptop—making it possible for Penelope to join in the briefing that took place on the plane—was set up on the table between the four of you. Hotchner, JJ and Rossi gathered around your seats with tablets and case folders in hand.

All of you were reading the detailed police reports, that seemed more like a plot of some series than an actual crime committed by actual humans. None of you have met with things like this before.

Both victims got partially skinned ante-mortem, then sewn into a seal that was cut open from its jaw to its belly. The only skin remaining on Sarah and the other poor woman, named Ruby, were on those parts of their bodies that didn’t get covered by the animal. This meant the area of their stomach, chest and face. Even their scalps got removed.

“Garcia, do we know if the seals were real or a costume?” asked the doctor after looking up from the files.

“What am I, if not the queen of supplying you with all kinds of unsettling information? I already checked, however, and couldn’t find anything on this.”

“They didn’t check?” asked Emily in a dumbfounded tone.

“Well, if they did, there are no records about it anywhere.”

“Wanna bet that Chief Whatever-the-hell-his-name-is—” you started but got interrupted by Reid, chiming in, correcting you with a slight smile on his annoying face, as usual.

“Miller.”

“Yea, that. So, wanna bet that Chief Miller wanted to wrap this case up as quickly as possible by finding a fitting culprit and putting them away, whether they’re the real killer or not? Wouldn’t surprise me if he simply forgot to check this detail.”

The briefing went on for a long time. Ideas from everyone kept popping up the more you thought about the crime, its meaning, what it tells about the UnSub, the mode of display and basically everything regarding to the case. You even debated against each other if you found some holes in the other’s logic, but everything remained civil. Even between the doctor and you. Which was rare, but not impossible. It just so happened that none of your ideas went directly against the other’s so there was no use of wasting your time with bantering.

“We are landing in 15 minutes. JJ, Prentiss and I will set up at the station. Morgan, Rossi, go to the M.E., find out what you can about the victims, C.O.D., and ask for an exam on the seal. Reid, L/N, go to the latest crime scene. We have to find out if this is a ritual or some sort of radical activist statement.”

The warm weather and the smell and sound of the sea would’ve been calming in any other situation, just not when you were squatting next to a blood soaked, dead victim. It was impossible to tell whether the animal that looked like it’s consuming Sarah was real or not. Its size, texture and smell were very lifelike. You couldn’t see the insides, not until the M.E. cuts the poor woman out of the mammal.

“It’s obvious that the UnSub was careful with the sewing, it’s very precise. Can you see the thread from where you stand?” you looked back at the man who was standing a few steps behind you, taking in and analysing the bigger picture. He slightly furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes, trying to spot even a tiny amount of straying yarn with little to no success. From where he stood, it looked like the human and animal were one and the same. Like they were meant to be this way. He shook his head as an answer, then walked right behind you and leaned down, so that your heads could be at the same level.

You felt the warm air leaving his nose as he breathed out near the small of your neck, causing goosebumps to run across your covered skin. Thank fucking God for the long sleeves, I’d look like a fool.

These past few weeks moments like this became a common occurrence. You were convinced he pulled these antics to make you flustered, to make you look like a fool, for his own amusement. You caught him staring, more often than not, but he never looked away, just slightly raised his eyebrows and challenged you to a silent staring contest. His comments or arguments became vague or had double meanings, trying to catch you off guard. He also became more physical, which baffled you the most. Dr Spencer ‘Germaphobe-and-Social-Distancing’ Reid, who he himself said that kissing would be more sanitary and safer than a handshake, was initiating physical contact with you. You didn’t understand this at all. Things were rough between the two of you ever since you started working at the BAU, so you were careful, so fucking careful not to touch him accidentally whenever you handed him anything, since you didn’t want to worsen anything. But now… Now he made a habit of standing closer to you than to anyone else, making his fingertips brush your skin whenever you gave each other something, and so on. These would’ve been small things with anyone else but not with him. You were silently fuming whenever he did something like this. You worked so hard trying to make him comfortable. Yes, you were arguing all the time, but that was strictly professional, you never crossed any personal lines. And now he seemed to take a 180°.

Of course, you saw this as a challenge. You weren’t kidding when you said, “Game on, doctor.” in that hotel room a few weeks ago, when you first noticed how strange he behaved. Did he want to make you less competent than him by making you look like some silly girl that blushes at every small thing a man does? Well yeah, you would never let that happen. Two can play this game, and you held yourself true to your word. You fought fire by fire, acting like he did. You’d never shy away from some teasing, especially when your honour was on the line.

You turned your head towards him. He was so close, your nose almost touched his left cheek. “What are your thoughts, doctor?”

He faced you, so his eyes could find yours. What he foolishly didn’t calculate is how awfully close you two would be. His breath hitched as his gaze flickered between your irises for a few seconds, taking in all the variations of colours that danced around your pupils, then he lowered his eyes to the tip of your nose that almost touched his, finally, he stopped at your lips, barely out of reach, before finding his way back to your eyes. All of this happened in split seconds, but you noticed it all. You would’ve been a hideous profiler if you didn’t. A victorious smirk formed on your face and your confidence was through the roof as the not so collected doctor’s cheeks took up a light shade of pink, barely visible to anyone else. You won this round.

The team got set up at the conference room of the modern police station. A few hours after landing, everyone gathered there. Dave and Derek arrived with crucial information regarding the first and second victim and the seals, while you shared details about the latest scene.

“According to the M.E., the cause of death was exsanguination in both cases.” said Morgan, who was fidgeting with a mustard-coloured pencil.

“Isn’t surprising in cases involving being skinned alive.” Emily’s monotone tone came as a response as she read through the tox screen. “They found a high dosage of ketamine in their system, meaning that they were possibly paralysed and awake during the skinning and sewing, making our UnSub a sadist.”

“Yes, most definitely.” agreed Reid, who was standing in front of the huge screen on the wall of the spacious room. On the screen, an anatomical drawing of the human body was displayed. “And the UnSub must have some degree of medical knowledge, because they avoided all the main arteries during skinning, making the victims suffer much longer.” during his explanation, the doctor pointed at all the pressure points of the body to show where the two women weren’t cut.

“The way of stitching further proves this; it was really precise.” you added with a slight nodding.

“So, are we looking at a doctor maybe? But then what do the scenes mean? This is one hell of an M.O., and way too specific to have no deeper meaning to it.” next to Emily, JJ was swiping between all the photos from both scenes, zooming in on the gory details, hoping she can find something, anything.

“Well, we still can’t rule out radical climate change or animal rights activists, especially since the Caribbean monk seals that were once native to this region gone extinct because of humans. They were overhunted and due to overfishing, the remaining starved to death.” Reid said this as if he was reading it out of a book.

While the others shared their ideas back and forth, your mind wandered to a different direction. Ever since morning, when you first got introduced to this case, you couldn’t shake a thought and after seeing the scenes and becoming more familiar with the details, it just got solidified, but it was a bit too out of reach. That’s why you excused yourself and quickly left the conference room. You didn’t stop until the parking lot, which was empty, to your relief. You quickly dialled the only person who was able to help you out with your dilemma, the one and only Penelope Garcia.

Your conversation was quick, but you got everything you needed and were ready to head back to the team, now confident in your theory, however, as soon as you turned on your heels, you slammed into something rather… familiar. Reid.

“Ah, for fucks sake.” you murmured as you stumbled backwards. “Do you crave physical contact this much, dear doctor? Next time just ask.”

“Why, would you comply?” he raised an eyebrow, his lips formed a somewhat cocky smile, but it was tamed enough to get missed.

“Maybe. If you beg for it.”

“Oh, between the two of us, I’m more than certain that you’d be the one that begs.” he stated confidently, as if his awkward self never existed. “But feel free to try and prove me wrong.”

“I- khm…” no matter how much you fought against the red hotness crawling up on your neck towards your face and ears, you couldn’t shake feeling weird. “You’ll have to do a lot more work to make me want to prove anything to you.” your comeback, if one can call it that, came out weaker than it sounded in your head, so before things could’ve gotten even more embarrassing for you, you decided to change the topic, silently noting that you lost this battle. “Anyway, why did you come after me?”

“For one, to check on you. For two, the others are ordering lunch and wanted to know what you would like to eat.”

“As you can see, I’m perfectly well.” you nodded, trying to solidify your statement after your previous banter, partially for him, partially for yourself.

Before he could ask or say anything else, you decided to head back to the rest of the team, with Reid, sticking close to your back.

“Mmh, I can see. No erubescence at all.” he said in a playful tone as effortlessly caught up with you, thanks to his long legs. You ignored his comment as you pushed the glass doors in and shifted your attention towards the other five people.

“Is everything alright, pretty girl?”

“Yes, I just had to confirm something real quick before presenting my groundbreaking theory to you, guys. So,” you said as you sat down in front of the laptop that was connected to the huge screen, opened Google and typed in one single word to the search bar: selkie.

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[rxsilabeth--er]

can u write a regulus x male reader about them just being friends (there in the same grade) and up until 6th grade regulus realizes that reader saved him mentally and reader has always been there for him and that reggie is literally in love with him, also regulus and reader kinda have like a Wednesday addams (reggie) and enid sinclair (reader) relationship, thank you ♡

:: You and I, shouldn't feel like a crime..

Now calling....Author: "Hello? Thank you so much for this request, I've been stuck with no idea what to write!! This was so cute and nice to write!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "To Regulus, when the word 'family' comes it's always been Sirius..But Regulus was never Sirius' family and though hard, Regulus unknowingly moved to find a person of his own."

Now calling....Warnings: "Platonic-romantic mix. Sirius being a pick-me dick, sorry.... Thank you! Bye!!"

"Come on! You have to choose one, you can't like all of them!!" you grumble, drinking your lavender-lemonade softly as Regulus sighed, "don't you think this is a completely dim-witted conversation?" Regulus asked, humming softly as he sipped his own drink.

"HEY! Having a favourite ice-cream bean flavour is completely sharp-minded conversations to bee had!" you huffed, gently pushing his shoulder as you popped another one, grumbling, "mint chocolate"

"Of-course you're criticizing mint chocolate. Childish, don't you think?" Regulus grumbled, "well, chocolate is also no festive magical flavour either" you scoffed, looking down at the many chocolate beans he separated from the jar.

"Okay, rude." he scoffed, but smile nonetheless as you went on, "Oh yeah-! Barty recently decided to give creative license of tattooing to Mary from Gryffindor..-" you went on and on.

Sirius grumbled watching you and Regulus sitting by the Black lake. Him and the marauders watching you two from a bit of distance, he's seen you two hang out far often than he should. From sitting behind in classes, giggling over some old word that doesn't exist and sounds weird in the Potions' textbook.

To you comforting him after a Slytherin loss to you both running around Hogsmeade, well..really, it's you dragging Regulus everywhere. Sirius doesn't know what to think, so he keeps quiet, watching you two.

"That Skeeter girl—? From sixth year?" you said, with a cheeky grin on your lips, "—who runs the school paper? She got into trouble nearly with some teacher—" said, trying to untie our shoe,

"—the teacher today. Apparently, been writing about how they've been sleeping with some staff member" you said as Regulus hummed, "makes sense."

You sigh, removing your boots with your socks and rolling your pants a little bit before moving them into the side of the lake, the mud may be annoying, but who care?

You sigh in slight relief and closed your eyes with how the water feels on your bare-feet, Regulus follows suit with no instructions, as he put his feet in the water, they stuttered with how cold it was, as if debating to stay or get out of there. Regulus didn't really like cold water

Opening your eyes, you noticed, gently holding his feet in your warm hands, "—The season's getting colder already.." you hum with a smile, gently placing his feet in the shallow mud-water, folding the cuffs at the bottom of of his pants for him before gently pushing them deeper in the water as Regulus got used to the coldness.

As you leaned back, putting the jar of ice-cream flavours jelly beans asid, Regulus looked at you, face stoic and cold as always..but he didn't feel alone. Regulus sniffled, admiring your face, he gently squeeze the tip of your nose. Not in the way to trouble you, no, but like one would rather to a child to make them giggle.

"You know for a pathetic excuse of a wizard, you're really nice." he said as you opened your eyes, mouth falling open in slight disbelief and faux betrayal,

"oh come on! I am NOT a 'pathetic excuse of a wizard', I'm fine, thank you very much!" you said as Regulus shrugged, sighing as he leaned his head against yours.

Sirius watches, wanting to interfere. Why is Regulus spending time with someone not from his 'pureblood' circles? His pompous brother,always favoured by brothers and always tried to form 'bonds' with him. Why is he going out of his way to befriend you, someone far too nice?

To Sirius, his brother's refusal to run away with him was enough confirmation that Regulus was willingly choosing to follow his parents instead of being kind...

Sirius almost wants to hex his younger brother...How can someone, in his eyes, someone so stoic, cold-hearted and almost selfish have someone still want to be around him??

But he ignores it, in favor of turning around and smiling at his friends. Their advances back to causing mischievous are far more interesting than how his stupid brother and their pink, ditzy barbie of a friend.

Of-course, hogwarts houses kids, all curious and invasive as some first years, your other friend's little siblings how just always liked you. You just never minded the kiddies, they're all cute anyway.

Running up to you, you open your arm to let them tackle you in a tight, sticky-handed hug, as you fall back into Regulus.

Water sprays as your feet pulls out of the lake, but the kids don't mind as Regulus stares, supporting you but feels warm as the kids wave to him too despite his sorta scary face. He waves back, the kids all talking over each other—

"Will you give us Christmas gifts too?", "My sister is bing mean!", "Can I have your older charms books—?" ,"Mcgonagall is scary—! How do you stay in her class?"

Questions over questions, you have no idea why they swarm you. Regulus knows, but stays quiet, as he pushes back your hair, the kids sitting beside. Thee few who tackles you, basically laying over, sticky hands holding onto robes, though they're warm and smell of home to you.

"Alright, alright-" you huff, trying to stop their never-ending questions as Regulus pulls one of the kid ovr on his side, but despite you trying to stop them, they don't so Regulus speaks—

"Enough."

He said firmly as all the kids shut up, covering their mouth as if a mother yelled at them while they try not to giggle

"Alright, questions and questions. Do you ever need to breathe?" you asked with a exasperated chuckle as the kids grin, shaking their heads. Though most are first years and should be eleven, you've heard some first years could be as young as 8-9 year olds.

You keep things silent, keeping them entertained, with kids beside you and Regulus who also speak up at times without realizing Sirius's ears overhearing all.

That is, until one of the kids speak up. You and Regulus pause and Sirius freezes. Regulus is sent back to last year, his previous year when some kid had asked to borrow his old books he wouldn't need anymore.

Regulus sat near the lake, explaining things to the first year who nodded on what to do during potions, holding Regulus's old books he decided to give away to the kid. Nodding, the kid figured it wouldn't hurt to ask—

"Hey Reggie? How's your family? doing?"

"Hey, Mister Black? How is your family doing?"

Regulus paused, looking up..his hand immediately going to his nape, fiddling with his own hair for some sort of comfort for an answer, his eyes moving to Sirius right besides James, "...Sirius is fine" he said softly, trying not to sound bitter.

Regulus looked up, sighing as he rolled his eyes, "this dim-witted Fyodor philosopher sitting right beside me, so ask them." he scoffed, but a boyish grin on his lips nonetheless. The kids giggle cheekily between themselves as Regulus gently hits the back of your head as you grumble,

"cut it out—!"

you said as he rolled his eyes, but smile and fixing your hair, digging his finger in the hair on the back of your hair, even if h couldn't, he would do it all the time.

He wants to cry, go drown himself, purposefully make mistakes so his so called 'mother' can crucio him so he can at-least have a reason to cry and be mad and bitter..

Regulus almost smiled, leaning close, snuggling his cheek against yours as you hummed, your arm over his shoulder, gently tugging at his ear or a strand of his hair to trouble him, but really you only endear him. Regulus smiled, sun hitting his face. He is happy now.

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[thescarletnargacuga]

Could we have some canon digital circus showtime cuddles pretty please? 💕 :3

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: none

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"CONFOUND IT ALL!" Caine threw his arms up in defeat, scattering the papers from his desk. He slumped in his plush office chair, limply hanging his arms over the sides in an exaggerated sigh.

The small out-of-bounds office was cluttered with balled and torn paper. A single desk lamp dimly lit the small room alone. Caine's red coat hung over the back of the chair, his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck.

"....this is it. I've lost it. I can't come up with ANYTHING!" Caine sobbed and flopped forward to face plant the desk. Another handful of digital paper fluttered away. The ticking analog clock that never changed was the only ambient noise outside Caine's wail of surrender. He silently let the rhythm of time pass as he emptied his mind. A moment of uninterrupted peace was what he nee-

"Hey, Caine!" Bubble burst from the overflowing wastebasket.

He didn't even jump. "....what is it, Bubble?" He grumbled from between his teeth.

"Pomni's asking about you. She wants to know if you're busy." Bubble licked up a few crumbled papers and munched them like popcorn.

"I'm not anymore."

"Great! I'll send her in!"

Caine sat up quickly, paper stuck to his face. "WAIT-!" Before he could snap, Bubble popped and Pomni suddenly took their place.

"Woah!" Pomni plopped butt first into the wastebasket. "Ugh, I'll never get used to that." She tried standing but she was stuck in a weird sitting position.

Caine flew over his desk and held out his hands for Pomni to grab. "Sorry about that. Bubble doesn't do a lot of teleport swapping, they don't understand gravity."

Pomni took Caine's hand and unstuck herself. "Neither do you, but you don't drop us in without warning. ...Most days." She smiled lightly at Caine. "Hey, I just wanted to see if you were done with adventure planning. Everyone else has gone to bed and I would love to have your company tonight."

Caine gently squeezed her hand. "My dear, nothing would make me happier, but I can't. I'm...I haven't... actually finished. I haven't even started." He looked down and gestured to the messy office. "Nothing's working. Nothing's making sense. Or it's old hat. Or predictable. Or cliché. Or just BAD!" The office walls glitched lightly.

"Easy, Caine," Pomni soothed. "What's not working?"

"The writing!" Caine kicked his leg. It didn't come in contact with anything, but dozens of papers went flying anyway.

"You actually script the adventures?" Pomni half mumbled, in awe of the forest's worth of paper.

Caine didn't acknowledge the comment. "Every adventure is supposed to be immersive and enthralling! There is a story to be told in every one of them! But...lately, I just...nothing's coming to me." He crossed his arms and curled his legs in, floating in a tight ball.

Pomni really took in the room. Even though Caine didn't need to actually write anything down, he bothered to visualize his process anyway. The walls were covered in large graph paper featuring designs of adventure settings she hadn't seen before. Stacks of standard paper were covered in indecipherable writing. If she looked close enough, it was in very tiny binary. "So, what you're saying is, you have writer's block."

Caine didn't respond, only curled in on himself tighter in midair.

"When was the last time you took a break?" Pomni laid a gentle hand on Caine's shoulder.

The tense ringmaster unwound immediately, practically melting at her touch. "I don't. I can't. Too much relies on me. I must entertain. I must. Lest I fail my directive." He turned to her and clasped both her hands with his. "But I've gone through every programmed scenario, even randomized. I've done my best to piece new ones together, and that's worked for a while but now...I have nothing. My creativity is gone."

Pomni pulled Caine closer and leaned her forehead to his top teeth. "I don't think so. You're tired. You need to take a moment to not write. Not think about adventures."

"But the others-"

"Don't worry about them. You have enough backlogged adventures to last them a while. They can just do an adventure they've already done. They can wait."

"....they'll be disappointed." Caine's voice was almost a whisper.

Pomni pulled Caine in for a hug. "They won't be, I promise. You've been coming up with new adventures almost everyday for a long time. On top of your full-time job of maintaining the circus. Nobody can go 100% all the time. Not even you."

Caine held Pomni close. "How are you so good at this?"

"Much like you, I like a project." She smirked.

"Hey!" Caine held back a laugh. "I'll have you know that I am a fully capable AI that always has his ducks in a row!" He snapped and a variety of farm animals appeared out of thin air, crowding the office. "...I meant to do that." He sheepishly yoinked Pomni with him up through the roof and they were in Pomni's room. "There. Much better."

Pomni shoved Caine to the bed. "You. Rest. Now."

"Yes, ma'am." He snapped and his tux turned into pajamas. "What pattern should I wear tonight? Teeth? Yoga sharks? Egg toasters?"

"How about something simple? We're trying to give you a break, remember? Nothing crazy." Pomni settled under the sheets, waiting for him to join her.

"Simple..? Hmm, I can't remember the last time I did something simple." He snapped and his pajamas turned blue with horizontal stripes.

"Maybe that's something we'll work on tomorrow. Get you back to basics. You've been caught up in this whirlwind of creativity that keeps building up on itself like a sandcastle of insanity. Maybe it's time to start fresh."

"Maybe." He shuffled into bed and hugged Pomni close. "Thank you, my dear. I don't think I would have left that office if you hadn't come calling."

Pomni held him tight and kissed the bottom of his lower jaw. "I'm just glad Bubble listened to me. They can be a bit... frustrating."

"Heh, don't I know it." He lightly nuzzled to the top of Pomni's head. "You're wearing the perfume I gave you."

"Mmhm, I love it."

"I'm glad you like it." Caine took a deep breath and relaxed against the love of his life. Holding her made the buzzing code urging his to work go quiet. He could not only think, he could empty his mind entirely. It was peaceful.

She was his peace.

[a-haunting-memory]

hello!! Hope you are having a wonderful day <33 This is a Lackadaisy request for a one shot so yippee! Basically just reader having a toxic relationship and how Mordecai, Rocky, and maybe other characters deal with it. Hope you have fun writing this angst prompt and I’ll be looking forward to it! Toodles <3

Hey, hi, hello! First of all thank you! I hope you're having a great day/night too! :3

Second of all, when I saw the request I was like: 'wait, that will be cool to write!' although ngl I've kind of procrastinated the writing process, sorry, I just lost my motivation and I had to push myself to start writing this ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

However I've finally got my motivation back. I'm not very good at making oneshots, it's my second time making one if I can even call this thing an one shot so if it's not looking like a proper one, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how to get a hang of it. I was struggling a bit due to the lack of information so i tried to keep stuff neutral enough to not imply names nor gender which usually is not a problem to me, but lately I've been feeling like someone put a block to my creativity so if this writing isn't as good, you'll have to excuse me...

In case it is not what you expected, please let me know what to fix. Any advices are welcome!

Summary: How would Mordecai, Rocky deal with a reader who's in a toxic relationship.

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship of course, mentions of death, reader is gn, the relationship between the reader and canon characters is undefined.

Mordecai:

When he heard you complaining about some unreasonable arguments that you've had with your partner, he's been trying to be polite, trying to give you a few advices, telling you your partner was not acting wisely, not like a proper partner should. As the time passed, you had more and more complaints and on top of that you looked more gloomy. Seeing that, Mordecai's comments about how you should do something about it or just leave the person, worsened. How could you be so stupid not seeing what a two-faced, serpent with no respect your partner was?!

He always felt strange towards relationships, but now it was even worse after observing how someone close to him hurts themselves because of some weird relationships and odd feelings.

The line has been crossed when he saw you crying in a corner one day. The look of you - helplessly trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, but only making it worse, rubbing them all over your face - reminded him of the time his little sister had scraped her knee and was weeping until he himself came to help her.

That was it.

You were too stubborn, too jumbled in those stupid feelings to do anything. If not him, no one is gonna take care of this situation.

That night he left his apartment with a fedora that cast a shadow over his face along with a coat that blended his figure into the darkness of the night. He already got everything he needed to know. He connected every little dot, every fact you said about your partner and the places you hung around - Mordecai quickly figured out their place of living.

In the future you have to be more careful what you say... he probably should tell you that.

After he reached your partner's flat, his lock picking skills were up to use. Much to his dismay, the rest of what he had left to do was a bit messy...

He didn't know how to comfort you the following days as you weeped over your not-so-alive partner, but at least neither you nor he had to worry about a certain somebody ruining your mental nor physical health anymore.

He's not a guy of many words nor one who shows much emotion / affection if any at all so you cannot expect much comfort from him, but he'll try to be there for you despite everything.

He will not tell you it was him who killed your partner tho, no, you would hate him for that even tho he 'did the right thing'... Or at least that's what he's been telling himself.

If you really want to, you'll find someone better, who will be the right for you, for sure.

Rocky:

He was happy to see you and your partner in the speakeasy. He loved bothering and teasing you two. It was fun and giggles until he started to notice you coming to Lackadaisy alone more often or acting somewhat odd when with your partner.

He observed you as you sat alone at the bar, leaning over a glass of illicit beverage. He was curious about the reason of it hence he came up to you:

- "hey there sulky-puss, where's your partner?" He rested his fists on his hips.

- "I don't really want to talk about this." You grumbled out.

- "Oh c'mon, pal! Spill the beans!" He cheered with his usual toothy smile.

- "No, Rocky, I'm not in the mood" you cut him off. Seeing his grin getting wiped away from his face exchanged for a confused look made you wince, you hated seeing him upset. "Sorry, I just-... It's a bit complicated, don't worry about it, okay?"

He nodded, he didn't want to bother you too much, he tried to ignore it... at least for now. However he couldn't shake off a bad feeling he had about what was happening. However he started to pick up stuff like: how your arms were often drooped, how hunched your posture was, how you looked like a walking ball of anxiety. He tried to talk to you, to crack a joke, to cheer you up. Sometimes it had the intended effect and sometimes it had the opposite outcome, but he didn't want to give up. After some conversations during which you may or may have not been slightly tipsy he concluded 'your partner was the matter'.

- "Woah, Woah, Woah-... Your partner did what?"

- "yeah... They started threatening me after I said I wanted to leave." You admitted quietly.

- "Oh no, that is not the spirit of love!" He pressed his palms to his cheeks dramatically, making his lips pursue like a fish.

- "Unfortunately you're right, it's not... I don't know what to do anymore." You whined and then took a sip of your beverage.

.

you may not have had any ideas on what to do but he did...

.

That awful person was making their significant other feel unsafe and unloved! I'll show them what the real threat is!-

He took a big swing and...

Clash ..Voomf..

A burning bottle filled with motor oil and gasoline hit the wall of a house and set it on fire.

- "TASTE THE BURNING FLAMES OF LOVE! Ahahah- Or rather the flames of sweet justice. I probably should've said that instead." Rocky brought his finger up to scratch his chin. "Hmm, I should have-"

- "YOU BASTARD!!" A sudden yell came from the window.

Rocky looked up and his lips widened in a twisted grin.

- "You brought this on yourself!! BhAHahHa!!" Once he saw the figure rushing and disappearing deeper into the house, he knew that was the moment to run and so he did...with a maniacal laugh.

The condition of your partner and their house depends on how generous Rocky felt that day.

Let's hope your partner is scared enough to leave you alone and not seek revenge.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Hello! If you're feeling like it, I would like to make a requestm. The wonderful, He is the moment, my man Nefero. How about a situation has some accusations from others saying he's too controlling. 

Nefero is fashion undead king. So it makes sense that he likes to dress his girlfriend up. Y/N enjoys the attention from her boyfriend so she goes along with it. Nefero loudly and proudly boasts how he and his lover are the always the best dressed. It is noticed how Y/N's clothing choices have changed drastically since they both got together. Before Y/N wore the same thing almost every week since it makes her life a bit easier. 

One day, Y/N is under the weather. Period cramps are taking it's toll and she's irritable. Nefero, the sweetie, is fixing and putting the final touches on both their outfits. Unfortunately, Y/N gets too annoyed and excuses herself to get some fresh air. With cramps getting worse and feeling nauseous, Y/N tells Nefero she's going home. He starts to reflect and thinks maybe he does do too much. And maybe that's why Y/N ditched him. Later, Nefero and Y/N make up and talks things through. 

Ok. That's all I got. Thank you for time.

You and your amazing creative request make my day!

(I also used my own period discomforts and body insecurities when I'm craving and eating so much candy, but you can ignore that, kinda weird I don't get cramps much but kinda ghost pains of them)

(Found this fanart i swooned I tell you may go feral and write smut huh who said that?)

(((Future author note here** girllll my bad for disappearing like that! But I finished it rn at 9:31pm lol)))

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Male! Nefera x F! Reader

She/her pronouns

Nickname for the reader= my jewel/my queen/ my love (i may use this one at times but the first two are the signature)

Using [Name] as substitute for y/n

Established relationship/Fluff/some cursing

I used Ciara's song "1,2 step" for a minute not plot relevant but I like that song

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Rumors had been spreading all around school grounds and the students have been noticing quite the drastic change from the well liked ghoul [Name] she was dating the male diva Nefero and while no one really cared at first (unless it was some gossip group) that [Name] had changed fairly quickly in the sense of her style of clothing.

Normally you would see her wearing some low rise parachute pants that were simple yet cute and a simple solid color top with her very worn out platforms, it was simple yet that was her style as her classmates and friends knew her for it.

Her hairstyles were cute and stylish the makeup was a few complementary colors for her (s/t) and a she always wore cherry tinted lip gloss but a few months after some time almost a whole year since the two got together monsters slowly saw the transition to [Name] having her signature simple yet stylish look to a more bold and matching to Nefero.

"I heard he makes her wear whatever he wants," a ghoul whispered to her friend. " I heard that if she says no he ghost's her for weeks" a ghost appeared from the locker "ooo that's awful!" They exclaim

~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

[Name] walks happily into the classroom with Nefero holding her by the waist, the two had come to school with a new matching set outfit for today as the weekend was coming Nefero was excitedly talking to [Name] about plans for a home movie date, she smiles contently but soon heaves a sigh 'these cramps are killing me jeez'

"Do you have any painkillers on you Nefie?" She asks as the two sit down next to each other in their clawculus class "yes, let me get it for you" he gets out his hand bag and takes out a bottle of ibuprofen "here you go, my jewel" you gingerly took it and take out two pills and swallow them with water "ahh thank you Nefie it's getting so hard with these cramps" you sigh leaning into your palm, Nefero puts his hand on your thigh and rubs it with his thumb "I'm sorry, my queen hope the painkillers make it go away long enough" he smiles at you and you chuckle "me too,my king" you teased kissing his nose lightly

~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

By the end of class the two separate "see you soon,my jewel" he grabs your waist and kisses you, whispers arise out of nowhere as you two separate Nefero's eyebrows furrow at this he looks over at you and sees you looked bothered as well but not in your face but by your body language, you held onto your book a little tighter,you didn't want this kind of attention so negative and unwelcoming.

Nefero wanted to yell and order these scumbags to fuck off but he held his toung this wasn't something you needed him to do for you at the moment..maybe later he'd show them a lesson.

[Name] had heard the rumors and while you WANTED to yell at the gossipers..right now wasn't the time since now you had doubts yourself but pushed it aside for now, at the end you knew that Nefero was truly you're love and not just some control freak and it truly wasn't their business what you wear.

"See you later Nefie" you waved goodbye and started you're way to your classroom

Nefero stands there seeing your fading silhouette 'i hope she's alright' he thinks about your cramps and hopes you would feel better as the week went on, Nefero turns to his class not forgetting to give the nastiest side glance of his undead life.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

It was the weekend and [Name] was on the way to Nefero's home on her car, on the way the music was blasting as she snacks on a chocolate bar "*munch* it don't matter to me, we can dance slow *munch*" she makes a left turn "whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow-" she gets to the entrance and parks on the big driveway cutting the music.

[Name] steps out still singing a few of the lyrics "so swing it over here Mr.Dj and we will, we will rock you" she walks up the stairs "hey Luka" she greet the door sphinx and he nods in acknowledgement

"I wonder if we're gonna watch a movie" she walks up the stairs and opens another chocolate bar munching on it

She gets to the door opening it "Nefie I'm here" [Name] walks over to her nightstand and places her purse on it

The sound of heals comes from the walking closest and Nefero appears "My jewel!" He sprints over engulfing you in a tight hug "i missed you so much" he sniffles dramatically but you go with it "aww missed you too Nefie, but it wasn't for too long right?" He looks at you "too long" he then snuggles into your bossom "mhhhh you smell divine, is that the new perfume i got you?" You comb thought his long hair gently "yes and thank you once more for the gift Nefie" you feel a shiver down his neck as you touch the root of his hair "you're most welcome, my goddess"

The two stayed like that for a bit before Nefero remembered something he wanted to show [Name] "oh just you wait here a moment" he dashed out back to his ginormous closet 'what has he got planned now?' You tilt your head and after a few minutes Nefero comes back with two hangers and a few clothing items in his arms

"You are going to love what I got for us to wear or Monday" he beams "oh..that's great Nefie" you smiled with half lidded eyes

You 're a little bumb out because truly you wanted to forget about fashion as of late, it all seemed so much and maybe it was because of everyone whispering around her when she passed by alone in the hallway the dress you wore was uncomfortable and tight and not in the right places as per usual.

All you wanted was just be in your sweats and cuddle right now and forget about those monsters and cuddle up on the bed you in Nefero's arm without a care in the world.

"So I was thinking to wear this dusty gold moment for the two of us and you could wear a golden headband with encrusted emeralds and rubies" he went on with enthusiasm that was so sweet and pure

But as [Name] stared at the assembled clothing items she felt at ease seeing him like this but then a cramp shot up and stab you in the ovaries "ugh fuck" you wisperd to yourself

"And so I'll be wearing our signature couple rings and with these gold armbands" he picked them up and looked over to you with a bright smile "how lovely, they'll look great on you" he nodded his head enthusiastically

"let me finish up here and we can try it on" he went back to focusing on the matching outfits

The pain had begun to increase, and each breath you took it seemed to be like torture, was it getting stuffy in here?

You took another deep breath in just then a cramp hit you again much harder "*inhale* *exhale* hey Nefie I'm gonna go out for some fresh air okay? Okay be right back" [Name] rushed out to the balcony in his room that had a great distance from the bed where he was

"*inhale* *exhale* oh fuck this is getting unbearable..i don't want to be here doing this *stab* ughh fuck you body" you looked over the massive garden view, a breeze went by and seemed to cool you just enough to feel a little better.

"I think i just need to go home now"

[Name] walked back in after a few more minutes taking deep breaths in, she grabbed her bag "I'm going home" leaving quickly Nefero stood there in perplexed but suddenly struck by the memory of the rumors

Then he looked at the clothes then he remembered "...oh gods im a fucking idiot!" Nefero slaps his forehead "i got to go apologize" he got up and walked out his room

"Toss me my keys!" The sphinx quickly nodded to him and gave him a "look" "yes i know!!" Nefero quickly runs out the door.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Nefero is parked a few blocks away from your house. It has been 3 hours after you had left his home, and now he has everything he needs as well as the right words to tell you.

He feels utterly terrible for not realizing before or even making the effort to accomplish your needs like you were needing you didn't just want to come to his house to just talk about fashion

He sees now from the look on your face you needed was him to hold you close cuddling on his bed wrapped in his strong comforting arms take a nap or watch a movie

Not the stupidity he was doing when you had arrived.

Nefero takes a breath in and gets out of his car, he takes the bag filled with goodies and starts to make his way up to your doorstep.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

He waited a beat

Then the sounds of footsteps came from behind the door, the familiar footsteps he'd grown to recognize with care and that made him feel worse from his stupid actions earlier.

The door creek as [Name] opens it slightly to see who it is, and her eyes are met with his purple ones and her's widen slightly "Nefie-" but before she could get a word in he gets on his knees while holding up the bouquet and bag (which may or may not be filled with expensive jewelry and chocolate) he looks up at her with puppy eyes in his flawless structured face.

"My jewel, I am truly sorry for making you mad and not being the boyfriend you needed today, I have stupidly ignore you today only focusing on what I was doing instead of taking the time to see if you were alright,and the way you looked at school while everyone was staring at us whispering about the way you have change so much...i can't even imagine the way you must feel when they stare at you not in the way like usual but with doubts and assumption i feel terrible. Can you see it in your beautiful heart to forgive me and let me make this right" Nefero held his breath as he waited for her to say something. Anything.

You blink. Once. Twice. Then the corners of your mouth turn up in a gentle smile "you're and idiot" Nefero grimaces but you continue "but you're my idiot, fashionable idiot if you will...i was feeling shitty yeah and I didn't want to just come to your house to talk about fashion...i don't always want to do that and I think we should do other things. This doesn't mean I don't want to stop dressing up with you but I think I want to start to dress like I did before...do you understand what I'm saying Nefero?" He gets up from kneeling down and nods

"Of Course my jewel. I'm terribly sorry our relationship doesn't just mean dressing up in outfits I lay down for us... you can have you're style whenever you desire and I won't care because I have you either way, I like when you match with me but I love more when you show YOU. And I should have asked you more often if it was okay with you so from now on I'll ask more frequently if you WANT to match and do things more outside fashion and talking about it...I'm sorry,my love" [Name] steps forward and cups his cheek, Nefero immediately leans into her touch and turns his head to kiss her palm, his eyes stay on her's. "You're forgive,Nefie...it sounds so dumb to discuss but I think this was needed" she leans in and gives his lips a light peck "come on in,my mom would be mad if you got here and just left without eating dinner with us" Nefero chuckles "I'd love to dine with your lovely family,my jewel" he takes [Name] by the waist and leads both of them inside the doorway.

[felassan]

Snippets 🐺💜

Users report that pre-orders they made to TFAW of the DA:TV artbook The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard have been cancelled (since its listings were taken down like Dark Horse's were)

Blair: "The Shadow Dragons have some great black leather combos, less feathers though." [source]. shrl: "The Mourn Watch have leather and skulls." [source]

John: "it's been a pleasure and an honor working on this with you Brian" [source]. Brian: "The feeling is mutual." [source]. Trick: "It's been amazing watching it all come together, and I am so grateful for everything you've done to make that happen." [source]

John: "the day this game ships is the day i will finally retire the sleeved blanket i bought back in 2019" [source]

John: "the wildest thing about being creative director is that about once every two weeks someone says 'hey this bizarre thing here is part of your job can you do it'. and it is a thing that you KNEW someone did but you never thought about which someone. congratulations, you are that someone" [source]

User: "The Evanuris are banished forever, he says. 👀". Trick: "Forever-ish" [source]

John: "me: it’s weird how a lot of fans think I hate Solas, it’s absolutely wild. also me: I should photoshop Solas into the ‘we demand to be taken seriously’ picture" [source]

Carly: "i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, everyone,,,, s o o n 🥴" [source]. / "I honestly can’t wait til we share more !" [source]. / User: "do you ever look at people’s reactions and theories on here like 🙂‍↔️ you people have no idea what’s coming". Carly: "Oh absolutely lmaooo" [source]

Carly: "I deleted it but I posted in our slack like “pls just tell them smtg, the clowns make me sad ):” lolol" [source]. (note: fans have been joking around and calling themselves clowns hhh, in the age-old tradition of DA clowning) "this is me empathizing and feeling bad we aren’t giving as much info (altho epler be goin off), rereading it sounds like I’m going *points* look at how pathetic those clowns are lol" [source]. / "its like we can finally yell about our work but only in limited quantities and basically at the same time fans find out things lolol oh ya and the ea snipers" [source]

Violet: "I might be screaming into the wind, but there's nothing underhanded going on. Release date is coming in August like we already said (so very soon)" / "roadmap will be very soon with some nuggets of what will be coming in August." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "I made the announcement [in the Discord about Edge magazine's article], and it's kinda damned if you do, damned if you dont. If you do, people that ONLY want the biggest beats get mad. If you don't, people that want any scrap of news get mad. Personally, I think going towards the latter is better overall. But I'm sorry it wasn't what you expected. I am also a DA fan and care enormously about this project." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "How do we all think the companions for Veilguard flirt?". Violet: "depends on the companion fsfs" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "soon™️" / "(not trying to be a shit, it will be soon! its a holdover joke from my last studio, i have to put the ™️ every time, its a sickness)" / "real talk, im just as feral as you guys when it comes to DA" / "[re: John being aware of a meme] that doesnt surprise me, [John] gets around 👀" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 9

Evillustrator/Le Dessinateur

The French title is "Le Dessinateur", which simply means illustrator. There's no pun in it, as opposed to "Evillustrator".

Hawkmoth

En: Ah! Artists can be so emotional. I love it.

Fr: Ah, les artistes sont tellement sensibles. C'est une cible parfaite !

Ah, artists are so sensitive. It's a perfect target!

Aren't YOU also supposed to be an artist, Gabriel??

Hawkmoth asks his akuma to "draw him [Nathaniel] into our evil web" in English. In French, he says "accomplis mes noirs desseins", which means "carry out my dark plans", and is also a pun. Indeed, the word he uses for plan/intentions here is "dessein", which sounds exactly like the French word for a drawing : un dessin.

Hawkmoth to Nathaniel when akumatising him

En: Are you tired of having your creative spirit crushed? Evillustrator, I'm your friend and a patron of the arts. I'm here to offer you support.

Fr: Cela ne te dérange pas que ton talent ne doit pas reconnu ? Dessinateur, je suis le Papillon. Un grand amateur d'art. Je viens te proposer mon aide.

Doesn't it bother you that your talent isn't recognised? Dessinateur, I am Hawkmoth, a lover of the arts. I come to offer you my help.

Chloé to Miss Bustier, about Marinette

En: Uh, Miss, can't you add her to another group?

Fr: Euh, Madame, vous pourriez mettre "celle-là" dans un autre groupe ?

Miss, couldn't you put "that one" in another group?

Chloé refers to Marinette in a very rude way here.

Alya calls Sabrina and Chloé "that twosome of terror" in English. In French, she says "ces deux pestes là" : "those two pests".

Chloé to Marinette

En: Later.

Fr: À plus, boulet.

Later, boulet.

Here, Chloé once again refers to Marinette as a "boulet" (see The Bubbler for the explanation of the word).

In the library after Evillustrator has left, Ladybug groans at Chat Noir's pun in English but not in French.

Ladybug

En: Sorry, I'm just a little camera shy.

Fr: Désolée, je suis un peu allergique aux selfies.

Sorry, I'm a little allergic to selfies.

Chat Noir to Ladybug

En: So what's the deal? Why are you acting so weird? Come on, you gotta admit that having this girl worship you is pretty awesome.

Fr: Bah quoi, où est le problème ? Pourquoi tu le prends comme ça ? Avoue que c'est plutôt flatteur, non? Cette fille est complètement fan de toi.

So what, where's the problem? Why are you taking it this way? You have to admit it's pretty flattering, isn't it? This girl is a complete fan of you.

Tikki to Marinette when she gets mad about Chloé

En: Well, simmer down. A hot head isnt going to get you anywhere.

Fr: Calme toi Marinette. Ça sert à rien de s'emporter comme ça elle en vaut pas la peine.

Calm down Marinette. There's no use getting carried away like that, she's not worth it.

Yes Tikki drag that girl in the mud.

Chloé - Chat Noir

En: Are you any good at particle physics? - Oh, this cat's got particle physics in the bag.

Fr: Est ce que, par hasard, tu t'y connais en physique ? - Oh, la physique c'est ma matière préférée.

Do you, by chance, know anything about physics? - Oh, physics is my favourite subject.

Adrien is a nerd!! Another thing that's interesting to notice is the fact that the French dub only always says "physics", meanwhile the English dub translates it to "particle physics".

Chat Noir to Marinette

En: Well, that birthday boy date of yours is bad news.

Fr: Je suis ton cavalier pour le bal de ce soir, Princesse.

I'm your escort for tonight's ball, Princess.

The French word he uses to say he's her date is "cavalier", which literally means knight and is rather old fashioned. Basically, he's trying VERY HARD to be a handsome gentleman. He then calls her Princess again when leaving her (he instead says "Little lady" in English at that moment).

As opposed to this cute nickname (Princess), Marinette calls him "ce gros matou" : "this big tomcat". (In English, she just says "this boy".)

Chat Noir - Ladybug

En: Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. - No cat dragged me anywhere, Cat Noir. I flew in all on my own.

Fr: Ah bah tu t'es enfin décidée à venir. - Tu sais bien que j'étais occupée, Chat Noir. J'avais une mission top secrète.

Well you finally decided to come. - You know that I was busy, Chat Noir. I had a top secret mission.

Her top secret mission was actually teaching him how to do his job to get them out of the glass cage.

[lsunstreakerl]

1k of au'd fopa, where I tried to gender beam them and missed by accident. mostly oscar and logan focused, with an arthur feature. fred is the last piece lol. oscar/olivia POV, logan POV

Olivia is sitting in the airport terminal, leg jittering with her fingers wrapped tight around her racket duffel. She's stopping over in Sydney before she leaves for her first major competition, and she's trying to be as calm and collected as she's rumored to be.

Everyone else must see a different Olivia than she does in the mirror.

There's a pair of shoes entering her field of view, scuffed white Nikes attached to a mortifyingly attractive boy.

She hopes her hair isn't messy.

"Ah, hello, sorry- is someone sitting here?"

Olivia clears her throat. He's French. This is terrible for her.

"Just me, but like- one second."

She shoves her duffel and within it several hundred dollars worth of rackets to the floor, clearing up the seat next to her. It's been hours since she got ready, she's in her airport outfit, why doesn't she ever put in more effort in the mornings, why do boys only approach her when she isn't trying? It's like they have a sixth sense for bad timing.

He smiles, dimples at his cheeks.

"Merci...?"

"Sorry! Olivia. My name is Olivia."

He settles next to her. He's wearing some kind of heavy knit shirt, artfully distressed jeans and fucking designer bracelets on.

"Merci, Olivia. I am Arthur."

Cool, hot French boy's name is Arthur. She's planning their wedding in her head already.

He extends a hand, long tanned fingers and manicured nails, eyes warm.

"I am flying to Sydney to audition, for the university."

Ah, a student. She shakes his hand, mentally counting the seconds, trying to figure out at what point it's weird or not to still be holding on. She stops at four.

"I'm going for-"

She nudges her duffel with her foot.

"-I'm actually stopping back at a friend's flat before I fly out again for a tennis competition. Are you arts, or...?"

He looks like an art student. Or a student who deserves art about him. Whatever, no difference to her.

His eyes light up, impressed.

"Tennis, very impressive. Are you a pro? And ah, music, hopefully."

That'll be tough. She's not sure if the university adds points for being hot or not, but surely there's some kind of modeling scholarship they can give him.

She can feel her cheeks heating up, which is as embarrassing as always.

"Pro, if I do well. Hopefully."

Arthur tilts his head, smile curling at his mouth.

"Well, future pro tennis player Olivia, I would love to get your number."

She's going to die. Play it cool, play it cool-

"Future professional musician Arthur, I would love to give it to you."

Thank god. When she gets to the flat she's going to curl in a ball and scream.

------

"So like-"

Logan is tossing the tennis ball in her hand, sitting on the court floor leaning against the wall. She doesn't get much about tennis, but she can serve well enough, and she doesn't know the rules, which is an exercise in creative thinking for Olivia.

"-he's hot,"

She's ticking off on her fingers.

"-French, dimples, a humanities student- he is one hundred percent your type, Liv."

Olivia scowls, pacing the court.

"Well, he hasn't text me, so the wedding is off."

Logan grins, lobbing the ball in her direction.

"Platonic marriage when we're forty is back on! Hell yeah."

Olivia swings, sending it flying back across the court.

"What happened to Kyle?"

Logan makes a face, reaching up to readjust her braid.

"We have 'different long term goals'. Douche speak for 'I want to party and sleep with other girls'."

Olivia winces, leaning down to snag a wayward ball.

"Sorry, Loges. You deserved better than him anyways."

Logan shrugs, tying the end of her braid off and tossing it over her shoulder as she stands, grabbing a racket and winking.

"It's whatever. Not all of us have French boys serenading us at public airports."

"That is not what happened-"

------

Logan is stretching down into a lunge, trying not to laugh as Liv attempts the same, struggling to keep her bangs out of her face.

"Should've brought a hair clip."

Liv scowls, eyes narrowed.

"It's this fucking cowlick, seriously."

"It's cute, don't hate it."

The comment earns her an annoyed side eye as they both stand, checking to make sure they have everything. Liv is wincing already, and she can tell that she's winding up the preemptive complaining.

"Tell me why I'm going running with you again?"

Every time.

Logan flashes her prettiest smile, the one that gets her assignment extensions, extra credit, and invited into frat parties when she's in the wrong sorority.

"Because I throw your fuzzy little balls for you, and you love me."

"Right."

The answer is dry and flat in a way that's very Liv, and Logan tries to ignore the way it makes her heart flip.

She keeps their pace easy, because she's technically on a rest day, and Liv doesn't run track, so Logan isn't going to put her through her normal run- mostly because she doesn't want her dead or hating her.

It's mile three when the question crawls out of her chest, finally bursting free from its ugly little cage it's been sitting in since Kyle dumped her.

"So like- Melbourne. What's that like?"

"Huh?"

Liv is out of breath, slowing her pace slightly to look sideways at Logan. She tries not to feel judged, even if she wishes she could take the question and shove it back in, ignore it the way she has been the last few weeks.

"Just wondering."

They're slowing to a walk, and she tries not to groan, because Olivia has her talking face on, and Logan doesn't really want to talk about it.

"Why, you thinking of moving?"

She's joking, but Logan flinches anyways, rapidly trying to backtrack when Liv's eyes blow wide.

"Not like- not permanently or whatever, I'm just. A semester or two? Like a change of scenery."

"Loges, that would be- I would be so excited if you did that, honestly. I would love to see you more often."

Ah, there goes Logan's heart again. She should get that checked out.

"I'm just thinking about it, Liv. Don't go crazy."

Liv beams at her, bunny teeth on display, and her cowlick has her bangs particularly bouncy on one side, and Logan needs to stop thinking about one of her best friends like that.

"Sure, yes, I promise to be completely normal about it. Totally."

Logan arches an eyebrow, and Liv flushes slightly, cringing.

"I promise to give it a few weeks before I start sending you all the restaurants we need to try together?"

That sounds more like her.

[crows-in-the-house]

Disillusioned

Summary : (this statement by @/exodusin) / Mabel finds you in Bills penthause but instead of escaping with her, you show her your true colors. And your new husband, Bill.

pairing: Bill Cipher x gn! evil! reader

tw: none, tell me if i should add

Mabel couldn't find Dipper. For twenty minutes she's been running around Bills piramid only to get the demon further away from her Grunkles. That worked out. Kinda. Now she couldn't find a way back and had him running after her and her brother. And now she lost him! She really hoped he was fine. Hearing a booming sound she turned to another corridor. This one was looking... different?

It was smaller and narrow, as if the walls were about to crush her trying to protect something further. On the end of it, she found grand traingle doors. She really hoped whatever was inside would be harmless enough to let her rest a second. She opened them, coming into a big luxurious room. It looked like some sort of a penthouse with an expensive cauch, a fireplace, chandelier and a-

"Oh! Mabel, hi!" - Wait, what? It was you! Y/N her cool older friend, the one who helped her out in numerous adventures, and the one who vanished, just some time before the start of Weirdmaggedon! She could't belive her own eyes!

"Y/N? What are you doing here! Has Bill kidnapped you and inprisoned? We were so worried!" The girl rushed to hug you. "We need to go! Bill is-"

"Go? Oh Mabes, why would we go anywhere?"

She took a step back. You looked the same as always. Just maybe more elegant? Her tired mind desperately searched for the explanation for the weird feeling she had right now.

"Y/N... what... what have you been doing since the start of Weirdmaggedon?"

"Oh, well, I was sitting here " you gestured around the luxurious room. You didn't seem to be panicked at all. Have you get used to the situation? " I've been quite bored, but overall I'm fine, really! I'm glad you're here to visit!"

"Visit? No! I'm here to defeat Bill! Have you seen what he did to the town? To the people?!"

Despite your face being frozen on a smile something in your eyes changed. You didn't answer immiediately, stepping back to a table nearby, pouring yourself a drink. You talked slowly, as if you were soothing a panicked animal cought in a trap.

"Oh yes. Trully a work of art. It took time to design all of this you know? Do you have a favorite part?"

She felt her stomach drop. She misheard you right? O-or you're just acting! Or under some weird demonic enchantment, you wouldn't say such a thing, right?

You smirked tilting your head. " Well... in my opinion, the top three things would be... hmm, the walking water tower - I know, I know, a boring choice, but it walks very funny and-

"Y/N, listen-" you ignored her, continuing as she wasn't even there "- the second would be bubbles, very creative, colorful and fun, you know? Especially yours, it was so cute it made me a bit jealous! It's a shame I didn't get to visit tho. Yes I know, sorry, don't look at me like that, I will do that next time ok? Now! Drumrolls! the first place goes toooo-"

You looked at her as if wanting her to guess. In response she gave you a mixed look. It seemed like you clearly needed some help, but there was no time to sit around.

"I dont know, what is it?"

" ME " she jumped quickly pointing a grappling hook at the intruder. It was Bill, again in his yellow tamer form, standing awfuly close to you and holing-

" Dipper!"

"Nu-uh Shooting star! You're not playing with that toy anymore!"

At the snap of his fingers her weapon dissapeared. He grabbed her and before Mabel could move she found herself in the same hand where Dipper was trapped in. But you? You just stood there.

"Y/N! Help us!" her brother shauted. You only responded with a piting look in your eyes. Until your attention moved over to the demon getting closer.

"Hey toots! Check this out - a pegasus dropped it off today!" he handed you a card. From where the twins where placed they could see a drawing of the pyramid and a short text which Bill read out laud:

"It's a "I missed you, B.", and yes, it's me, I'm the B, also there was no pegasus, also there was me."

He blinked at you.

You gasped and smiled, your cheeks got darker and your hands tauched where your heart was supposed to be.

"Oh Billy! You're such a romantic!"

Dipper looked at you with disdtain "You just didn't say that."

"Oh but they did! That's my spouse after all!" you both laughed at shocked faces of the children. It was funny how none of the Pines realised they had a traitor among them. Now everything started to make sense. How you claimed to love spending time in the shack. How your face always lingered on Dippers journal. How you never smiled at Stanford but was always calming him down after a fight with his broher. How they all could always count on you, to take care of the kids on their silly adventures.

"How could you!" Mabel felt her eyes getting watery. She really liked you. She trusted you!

You shrugged lightly smiling. " Oh dear, don't be sad, it was always the plan. I'm sorry you have to be entangled in all of this"

"No you're not."

"Ha. True, I'm not. You know me so well kid."

"Why. Why did you do all of this? We were friends-"

"Oh HA HA HA, they already have friends kid! And money, fame, riches, infinite power! And the handsome ol' me! What else would they need?"

"An entire world to rule?" - You kissed Bills eye while handing him a drink "Oh, and I don't want you to take it the wrong way, you know? But i hate you. I thought I could get over it. But I feel sooo tired. And it's just the time to split up! I mean, honestly, you and your grunkles had lot's of chances to get to the right side of history but you decided not to. Now you pay. Tell my thanks to Ford, I would never meet the love of my life, if not for his stupidity." your smile dropped.

"Y/N you can still fix this!"

"As if!" Bills form grew larger while he opened the door "See you sweetcheeks, I will get that equasion in no time! Gotta disassemble some kids molecules!"

You stayed there smiling, waving back at Bill.

That was the last time they saw you.

[blue-jisungs]

hello, how are you today ?? hope you’re doing well !! 🎀

anyways, i'd like to ask if you could do skz s/o who acts a little like a cat ... where they'd be kinda mischievous, sleep a lot in very interesting places (hmm) ... just those characteristics yk? you could even go further and say that they kinda resemble a cat (looks wise)

also i'm very late to this but i love you (not so new) new theme ! you're always so creative when making them, like how ?!? you must've spent hours making them 😅

[ 🐈‍⬛ ] cat-alike s/o

# author's note … thank u sm bubs:( i really appreciate that bc i do put a lot of effort in them, so im really a happy you like them hehe <2 also im experimenting a bit w new format so sorry if its shortish lol

changbin, jeongin, felix, chan

it’s like golden retriever x black cat vibes. he’s constantly checking up on you, wondering what you’re doing, snapping pics when you fall asleep in weird places. very excited about everything you do & definitely joins your mischievous shenanigans ^—^

seungmin, minho, hyunjin, han

he’s like those cat owners with experience - lets you do your thing, doesn’t interfere in your personal space (even if you’re almost falling off the couch because you feel asleep in a weird position). adores the way you reassemble felines but won’t say it out loud… maybe he just doesn’t want you to think he’s weird… or he’s just too shy

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@nicholasluvbot ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee ,,

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(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

[Market day!]

[You and the party were staying in a little town on your way to Wolworth And as luck would have it, it was market day! So, what better a time to have a lovely little date with your wonderful Red Giant~]

[You and Isa were running through the crowd, laughing, smiling. The sun was bright, the day was perfect.]

[(Then why are you so anxious?)]

[Ignore it, you squeeze Isabeaus hand.] "See anything you like~?"

"Hmmmm. . ." [He puts a hand to his chin.] "I mean I like a lotta things here! What about you?"

"Me?" [You pull him closer.] "Oh I have all I need right here~"

"H-heywait!!" [He's blushing, and you were already laughing.]

[You kept walking, (trying to ignore what happened at the Jouvente market), looking around, enjoying things. There were honey sticks, homemade cookies, some nice wood carvings, it really was a bananza of creativity.]

[(And you're still going to ignore what you read this morning?)]

[It's ALL you could do!! STARS!! You wake up all nice and ready for a perfect day with your Red Giant, you look at the journal and there!! A brand new voice to add to the chorus. And none of us have even met him!!]

[(And so you'll ignore it like a coward.)]

[Yes! This ASTERION can wait for later!]

". . . Oh!" [Isa stops, looking at one stall.] ". . ."

"Oh?" [You mimic,] "Find something you like~?"

"Aaaactually, doooo you know that person? I think I recognise them but. . ." [He replied, pointing in a direction.]

[You move next to him and try and look over the crowd, who was he talking about. . . There were a lot of random couples, groups, strangers, and. . . A stranger by one stand Isa was pointing at. You didn't recognise, but, no you. . .]

[(YOU.)]

[You almost jump in place, do you mind?!?]

[(You Don't remember who that is?? Are you a blinding idiot?!?)]

[The prompting of lovely Saffron jogged your memory. Stranger, on the road, talked about stars, universe, had food, and- universe, Universe.]

[(THAT. BASTARD.)]

"H-hey what's-" [(Isabeau starts, but you were already pushing your way through the crowd, step by step, untill you finally got to the tall figure with lightless hair.)]

". . . Oh!" [(The Universe smiled.)] "Hello again!"

[(You grab it and pull it around to look at you.)] "YOU!"

"What are you doing here!" [(Every hair on your head bristled and anger filled your eyes.)] "What are you BLINDING doing here!"

"L-loop what's gotten into you?!?" [(Isabeau caught up, trying to get you to calm down.)] "P-please, maybe just, calm down a bit?"

"No I will NOT calm down, Fighter!!" [(You glare at him, then back to the Universe.)] "You, y-you come here, after everything, to, to, to MOCK me?!? Haha, hahahahAHAHaha--"

"That's enough, now." [(The Universe huffed and wagged its finger.)] "Your ruinning Loops date. Leave us alone, Saffron."

[. . . You blink a few times and shake your head. That, what- STARS. You let go of Jinn in disgust. You didn't want to make a scene but your mind is YOUR BUSINESS!!]

"Oh! Sorry! It did look like he was giving you some trouble." [It replied.]

[Isabeau was looking confused between you and Jinn.] ". . . I feel like I've just missed a whole conversation."

"Oh! Yes!" [Jinn does a little curtsey.] "I'm Jinn, you remember me, yes?"

[Isa taps a finger on his chin, then snaps his fingers.] "Traveler we found on the road!"

"Yes!! You'll be happy to know I've kicked my passing out habits-"

"JINN-YYYYY" [A new, high pitched, energetic voice joined the conversation, shortly followed by a smaller figure crashing into Jinn. Their outfit was either a fashion disaster or fashion masterpiece. Everything was clashing and felt like your eyes couldn't focus on one thing for long. Which was weird because the outfit was just a very simple shirt, dress, and such.]

"Nebby!!" [Jinn giggled and ruffled their hair.] "Wandering off again? You're almost as bad as I!"

"Nuh uh!" [They giggled and kissed Jinns cheek.] "I sensed danger and came running- YOU!!!"

[You were surprised by the accusitory finger pointed at you.] "M-ME?!?"

"YOU'RE THE MEAN ONE!!!" [The stranger, named Nebby, tried to wiggle free of Jinn, but was unsucsessful.]

"W-whhhaaaatisgoingon-" [Isa was looking confused between all of you.]

"Please, Nebula, relax!" [Jinn lets go.] "Loop just has a lot of anger, and it's not like they can hurt me."

"I know that! But it's, it's the, theeeeee-"

"Principle?" [Isa offeres.]

"It's the PRINCIPLE of it!! THANK you Zaza!!" [Nebby moved quickly and booped Isa on the nose.]

". . . Okay, what's going on, who are you?!" [You ask, since Isabeau was too confused to.]

"Aww, don'tchya remember me?" [Nebby says with a pout.]

"Loop never met you, dear. Siffrin did, would you like t-" [Jinn was cut off by Nebbys enthusiastic nods.] "Alright, come on out, Siffrin."

(WhhUHHUH!?!!??!)

[?!??!??!?!?!??] "H-how, how, d-did you-" [You hold your head, you had a MASSIVE headache.]

(Nebby was practicly vibrating on the spot.) "HiSif!! Hiiii it's sooooo so good to see you again!!!"

(You look up, you, could recall some of what you did today. But, uh. .) ". . I, do, I know you?"

"Whaaat?!?" (Nebby looked shocked, then smiled!) "Oh RIIIIGHT! I have to do the THING!!!"

(The thing?)

[The thing?]

"Y'know! The thing! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧"

"The thing?" (Isa asks.)

[. . . . . Is that-]

"O-OH!" (T-THAT'S-)

"YAAAAY!!! ※\(^o^)/※" (The Change God flapped their hands excitedly.) "You remembeeerrred!!"

"Siffrin, Loop, why don't you introduce us?" [Jinn leans down and asks you politely.]

"FINE." [You hunch down, frustrated, but, you had to, for Isabeau.] ". . . . Jinn, Nebby, ttthhhhiiiiis is Isabeau. And, Isa, this is. . ." [You take a breath.] "Nebby, the Change God. A-and, Jinn, The Universe, or Ke- k-keao--."

"Oh!! Oh no need for the full name please!!" [Jinn frantically clarified as you massaged your throat, stars, that hurt.]

". . . . . ." [Isabeau was, completely silent for exactly thirteen seconds.] ". . . O-OH!"

"You're bigger in person!!" [The Change God stepped up to Isabeau, and poked him.] "Sooo much bigger!! Wow I should get out more!!!"

"Nebby, dear, let the mortal have his existential crisis for a moment."

"Awww, but he's so cute!! AND cool looking!!! And a real go getter with changing things up, too!!" [Nebby turned back to Jinn excitedly, then back to Isa. Who, at this point was still processing everything.]

(What the, the stars is going on.)

"Myself and my bonded are just taking a trip together! A little, 'date' you could say~" (Jinn giggled into its hand.)

"YEAH! 'Cause you OWE me, Jinny!" (Nebby pouted and teased their bonded.) "With the whole timey freezy timey loopy thing?"

"Y-yes, ah, I, did. . . A-anyway! What about you two!"

[You squint.] "Don't you know?"

"It's called being POLITE, Loopert!" [Nebby stuck their tongue out.] "YEAH I remember that cute widdle nickname, heheh."

[STARS.] "Fine! Just, we're on a date too. I wanted a nice, relaxing day at the fair. Clearly that's not what the Universe had in mind!" [You say, momentarily forgetting just who you were talking to.]

"Oh no, your day will be far from spoiled, dear." [Another small giggle from Jinn.] "It's your day with Isabeau. You all like him, don't you?"

"YEAH!! You and everyone in that head of yours!!" [Nebby interrupts.] "All uh, one.. Two.. Seve-"

"Don't spoil it, love!" [Jinn bapped Nebby on the head.] "Let the mortals figure that out by themselfs!"

"I- wait." [Seven-]

"Would you like to go on a walk with us, you two?" [Jinn interrupts.] "We would enjoy the company.

". . That sounds good to me!" [Isa finally speaks up again. His expression was one you had never seen before; some mix of horror, curiosity, confusion, and disbelief.] "Double date with two gods? Why not!"

"Dawww Zaza!! That's suuuch a good idea!!" [Nebby was still flapping in glee.] "Y'get all those confused thoughts outta your head yet?"

"Uh, I-"

"Didn't think so!! That's okay c'mon lets go!!!" [Nebby interrupted Isa, then grabbed Jinns hand and started excitedly pulling it in a new direction.]

[Despite your absolute disgust and horror, you were compelled to follow. Isa holding your hand. You look up, he looks pale as a ghost.] ". . . Are you. ."

"The Change God knows about me?" [Oh he was deffinatly not over any of this.]

"I, y-yeah."

"The Change God is dating your god and knows about me?"

"It's okay, just get it out of your system."

". . . . . . Okay!" [He laughed nervously.] "I'll try and be normal about all this!"

"Stars, my wonderful Red Gaint you have no need to be normal about THIS!"

"OH!!!" [Nebby pointed excitedly at one stall.] "Let's look at that one!!"

[They ran over, Jinn, and by extention you both, running to catch up. Nebby had found a setup from a craftsman who was showing off all kinds of nicknacks. Statues, masks, clothes, a scouple swords, art, the style looked familiar.]

"This is SO COOL!!!" [Nebby was taking in every little detail, and started talking to the person running the stand. Oh if only they knew just who Nebby was.]

"It is pretty good craftsmanship. . ." [Isabeau, naturally, had gravitated to some of the clothes, you could have sworn the style was familiar.]

[You wander over to the few swords on display, they were-]

"A curved Ka Buan blade!" <Your eye widened.> "And that's Ka Buan calligraphy, did you make these?"

"Aye!" <The Craftsman answered.> "Ma 'Nan was from Ka Bue and they taught me a lot and I kept it up!"

<You beamed like you hadn't before, looking over the arts and crafts. Such intricate and delicate work, masks with little details that a fine eye was needed for. You joined Isabeau in admiring the clothes, Nebby looking at the small statues, Jinn at admiring the art. You were too absorbed in admiration to remember just who you were next to.>

[?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!???!]

<Ah. Sorry.>

"Everything alright, both of you?" <Jinn asked. It took you a second to realize it's talking to you.>

". . Yes." <You looked away. Take front back, Loop, please.>

[Of course~] "Just got surprised, is all~"

"I understand. . ." [The two of you stood quiet. You look back to see Isa was getting over his shock, since he was talking casually with Nebby.]

<. . .>

[. . .] "Jinn. . . Why."

"Why? Why what?"

"You know why."

". . . I'm. . ." [It looked at you for a moment, then away.] ". . . I have no excuse, Loop. I'm. . . I'm sorry."

<What.>

[What.]

[From the back of your mind, you could hear echoes of others saying that one, simple word.]

". . ." <It, took Jinn a moment to continue.> ". . . I am bound as a God to grant any wish if done right. And all I remember of our home is that whatever wish I granted to cause. . . That, was one where there was no other option."

"What you remember?" [Shouldn't it-]

"No. I don't." [It looked, sad.] "My memory of it is gone. And many of those who followed me no longer do. . . Do you know a gods existence is tied to those who believe in them?"

". . . No. . ?" [Your eye widens.] "Then, wouldn't that. . ."

"Oh they still believed." [Jinn nodded.] "But they knew not that they did. Directionless, nameless. If it weren't for the strong cultural ties to Vaugarde, I would be naught but dust. . ."

". . ." <Your mind was clicking things into place.> ". . . Let me guess. After all of that, it left your skills of wishmaking in tatters?"

<You glance at it and it has its head in its shoulders, embarrassed?> ". . . . Y-yes, that, yes. . ."

"Buuuuut it's getting better!!" [In a flash Nebby was back by Jinns side nuzzling up to it. It had a statue from The Craftsman in their hand.] "Sooooo much better considering the LAST few wishes!!"

"I-it wasn't for anything so major!" [It reassures your horrified face.] "I, I-I am trying my best to not cause, more grief."

"Right. . ." [You think back to Wren and his wish, Vixul, Polaris-]

"Oh I'll keep him in mind!" [Jinn interupted your thoughts, smiling.] "All of them, actually. You'll see them again in time."

". . . . ." <You sigh.> "It's. . . Fine."

"Hey Loop!" <Isa calls to you, he was looking at the sword. You lift up your eyepatch.> "O-oh- Null you weeeere interested in these?"

"Maybe. . ." <You go back to the swords, one of them called out to you. You turned to The Craftsman.> "May I pick it up. . Thank you." <At their nod, you pick up the sword. Or TRY to.>

"Too heavy?" <Isa says at you struggling a little.>

"Blind it all-" <You scowled, why did this body have to be so, frail. So weak. So. . . No, it had some of its own upsides, at least. But. . .> ". . . Where it not for the weight, and price, I'd. . ."

<Isabeau glances from you, then to the duo of gods, then back, to you.> "I mean, if-"

"Shall we move on?" [Jinn stepped forward and out of the stall without waiting for an answer. You set the sword down and followed, of course.]

[It stops right outside of the stall, and turns back to you. You squint.] "What are y-"

[It cuts you off with a hug.]

[It's, it's an impossibly warm, comfortable hug. A hug that felt like one only a parent could give. One that, that was saved for those who needed it most. The kind of hug that could fix a person. . .]

"I'm. . . So proud of you, Loop."

[The words hit you stronger than any of the Kings attacks.]

[. . . It lets you go, and curtsies.] "Even with my blunders, you did so, so well, I'm proud of you."

"Uh huh!!!" [You felt Nebby punch your shoulder, then walked to Jinns side.] "And look at you now!!! Going on a DATE!!! You!! On a date!!!"

"Even sharing a body as you are, you're still finding ways to survive, no, thrive."

"Thrive is right!! You should have fun while you're here!! Maybe ask your new boyfriend about Vaugardian Culture!"

[They both giggle at that, what? What does THAT mean?!? You stared at them both in disbelief. The God of Change and Entropy, time, and decay. The God of the Universe, of everything that ever was, and ever will be. . . And they're. . . You're, you're crying. Isabeau's at your side, taking your hand.]

". . . . Until next time." Take care, Siffrin.

"Bye bye!! See you around!!" I'll be watching, Siffy ♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡

[In a blink, they dissapeared. The crowds around you moving on like nothing ever happened. You were left standing there, trying to understand what, just, happened. . .]

". . . . I uh. . ." [Isa starts, then coughs into a hand.] ". . . Heading back time?"

"Y-yes please." [You mumble, the two of you heading off-]

"Aye!! You two wait up!!" <You turn, The Craftsman had walked up to you and shoved that sword into your arms.> "Can't be forgetting this, aye? Those friends of yours got it for ya!"

<What. The Craftsman walked back to the stall and now you were left dumbfounded. They, BOUGHT it for you?!?>

[Weren't we struggling to lift it earlier???]

<I- You're holding the sword easier. You unsheeth the blade a little and, no, it's a real sword. A well crafted, well made sword of steel yet, it was, light.>

<You look up at Isabeau, squinting. He's looking away.>

". . . Isabeau?"

"Y-yes, Null?"

"Did you make a wish?"

"N-no!! No I didn't- I, uh-" <His head sinks down.> "I-Iuh, just, asked, N-nebbyforafavor--"

". . . . . . ."

[He's gone mad, how could-]

<You walk up to him and tug on his shirt untill you're face to face.> "If you wanted to get my attention, Isabeau, a sword is the perfect gift."

<You give him a small kiss, then let go. You can see his mind break in real time. You take his hand in one of yours, your new weapon in the other, and head back to the inn.>

[. . . You got the AIRY KATANA!]

[Lowers speed, increses attack, and gives a chance to reflect some attacks!]

[. . . Just like you remember it. . .]

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

the thing is. why bring Rose back for this finale. she didn't particularly do much other than standing around and looking pretty. I assume there'll be more of her for the second part. I stand by my original assertion from the star beast that it doesn't make sense that she can just 'give up' the alien DNA she was born with. my point back then was that it would be fun if she could regenerate, and ended up becoming the timeless child herself, thus making the Doctor's entire existence a very fun paradox AND also canonizing the 'half human, on my mother's side' line from the 8th doctor's movie (my beloved) (because Donna was only half human whether she knew it or not).

HOWEVER.

all the susan-baiting is really getting to me. I want our weird little granddaughter back. they canonized the fact that the Doctor doesn't actually know who her parents were. and I REMEMBER. that Susan's original gallifreyan name was Rose. well, their language's equivalent of it. that's how Rose Tyler got her name, it was meant to be a cute little easter egg, the first classic companion and the first new who companion sharing a name. so walk with me. the weird girl daughter of Donna Noble, who grew up on earth but never fit in there, who has the Doctor's DNA woven into her being, and access to a yardis, and can in this scenario regenerate...coming across a younger version of the her father/uncle, introducing herself as Rose (which translates to gallifreyan, I really don't feel like looking up the spelling rn I'm sorry it started with an A), the doctor can recognize her- as family, he thinks, not knowing its a spark of him, their shared mind. she knows about how risky spoiling the future would be, she doesn't know if he has siblings and he looks older than she's ever seen him, so she says she's his granddaughter instead of his niece. daughter. him. she's part time lord. she lives longer than her human family. the Doctor is all she has left and she wants to be with him even if it isn't a him that knows her yet. she's heard the phrase 'timey wimey' before, and she's a smart and careful girl. she finds she doesn't fit in on gallifrey any more than she ever fit in on earth. the Doctor knows exactly what that feels like. they travel. when her human friend renames her Susan, she likes it a lot. feels like when she changed her name the first time. freeing, empowering, becoming. feels like the new name fits her new life better. Rose has a long dead family but Susan has her grandfather. the part of her that is her mother and father, though, still craves human connection. the love and fascination with humanity that she inherited from the Doctor is still there. she tells him all about humans and he takes her to visit them more and more to humor her. she ends up fostering his love for earth that will one day define him AND lead to her creation. she accidentally coins the name tardis the same way the doctor will accidentally invent a banana daiquiri a few centuries too early. he just thinks she's creative and silly. a very dear child. odd and bizarre to her classmates at school, but it's nowhere near as bad as it was the first time around. sometimes she even goes to see a younger Wilf. he's somehow exactly how she remembers him as an old man. she's so grateful they're in the 60's though, because if she ever has to look into the eyes of a Donna Noble who didn't know her, she thinks she may actually die. but the Doctor- he IS enough. he is still part of her, part of her mother, even if he doesn't realize it. she can't help but worry over his health, even knowing he lives long past this, because she got so used to helping his older self in his retirement. she knows him better than he knows himself. she'd do anything for him, and she knows he'd do anything for her.

she just never thought leaving her was something he'd do, though.