#sorry i've been such a slacker

[tuttle-4077]

2023 PBA Voting Round

I've been an awful committee member this year. Sorry folks. This is your very last-minute reminder that today is the last day of the 2023 PBA Voting Round. If you have a chance to cast your ballot before tomorrow morning, please do so.

[worriedvision]

Your family consider you a failure - Wriothesley, Neuvillette

Okay so this is a very self-indulgent fic, basically reader had to drop out of university after they hit a real low with their health. A lot of mentions about being a quitter, and being a potential criminal and/or spoilt brat. It's a happy ending, although this is an angst plot. Wriothesley's one is longer than Neuvillette's...

--

Wriothesley:

When he asked when he would be meeting your parents, you were hesitant to take him. Your relationship with your family was shaky, and it didn't help that you still hadn't been able to 'pick yourself up'. It led to an argument, with Wriothesley talking about how lucky you were for having a family and you lashing out at him for trying to guilt you into taking him along for dinner. Your parents had heard of your relationship, and they were in favour of meeting the man. He was the Administrator, after all.

After some insistence, you finally invite him to meet your family. He fails to hide his excitement, asking what your family likes as he thinks of what teas he could take along as a gift, meanwhile you were preparing yourself for the family ripping your name apart and playing Cupid for another family member who accomplished more than you did.

"Oh, you must be Wriothesley!" Your mother greets your boyfriend, not you, at the door. "Please, come on in! We've been begging for our child to invite you over."

"Oh, I've been looking forward to this as well. It's nice to put a face to your family name."

Oh, our child is known for being a slacker with important things. Enough about them, I'll introduce you to everyone else!" Your mother giggles, Wriothesley just following in confusion at the sentence.

You stand outside for an extra minute, needing a moment to gather yourself. Unfortunately, your least favourite relative comes along.

"Come on, if you aren't careful I'm going to steal your boyfriend. He's a hot piece of action!"

-

Wriothesley didn't speak to you at the dinner table. In fact, he was silent. Staring at the table, he seems out of it.

"Oh, we have to tell you about (cousin)'s achievements. They are so gifted and talented!"

Oh crap, here we go. Your cousin brags about all of their degrees and qualifications, smirking at you whenever you'd make eye contact with them, and trying to impress Wriothesley. You were worried that your boyfriend was thinking about leaving you for one of your family members, especially with the jabs your mother made at the start of the meeting.

"_'s silent...Oh, sorry, I forgot you gave up." Your cousin chuckles. "I mean, failing to complete a degree and hiding behind health? Spoilt brat if you ask me." They continue. "Probably had to commit theft to keep their accommodation, how shameful."

"That's not true!" You plead, noting Wriothesleys shaking. "I've worked towards supporting myself."

"Oh, so you were lying about your health? Disgusting."

You hear a glass shatter in Wriothesleys direction, and upon looking over you gasp in horror. His hand had crushed the glass, now harmed by the glass.

"Is that what you think of people who can't get lots of qualifications? Well, let me tell you something." Wriothesley grumbles, hand still clenching as you try to calm him down. "I don't have degrees, nothing fancy. In fact, I have a criminal record, are you going to tell me I am a failure?"

"Well no, but-"

"In fact, I i think you are a failure of a human being if you are so close minded as to assume there is only one measure of intelligence." Wriothesley stands up, slamming his hands down on the table. You hold his unharmed hand, but this only makes him continue. "I do spoil _, but I do that because I love them. I am proud of my partner for picking themselves up, and I am ashamed they have you as a family."

"Oh? Didn't mean to strike a nerve there. Are your family-"

"Come, my love, we're leaving." Wriothesley tuts, you run to catch up with him. You hear your family call for you, your cousin calling you a gold digger as you keep going.

Upon your return back at the Fortress of Meropede, Wriothesley turns around and holds you close.

"I'm sorry for forcing you,"

You shake your head, crying into his chest as the long wait for the elevator to reach your floor continues. "I should have told you."

"What? That you're human? I'm not perfect either." Wriothesley sighs. Hearing a drip on the floor, you pull away, looking down at his harmed hand.

"Let's get your hand sorted."

---

Neuvillette:

When you proposed to Neuvillette, he requested to ask your parents for approval. He knew that some people would be intimidated by him, and approval from your family would reassure him you wouldn't get affected by this. Figuring it would be a quick visit, you agree.

If only you remembered just how cruel your parents could be.

Your parents tore into you, disrespecting you for needing some time to recover after failing to succeed in your first plan. The implications are that you were a criminal and pointing out the irony of you dating the Ludex, adding in the possibility you gave him a 'bribe' to be innocent.

Neuvillette held your hand, running his thumb over the back of it, and you note the rain has started.

"I apologise, _, it appears I made a mistake in wishing to meet your family." He sighs, your parents furrowing their brows. "I won't request another meeting with your family, given their behaviour towards you. As your fiancé, I cannot accept this slander. I bid thee farewell."

Your boyfriend walks out, you following with a warm smile on your face as you realise you chose the best man you could.

[epiphainie]

Prof Tommy x student buck please 🙏

adding the asks from the previous game as well bc i've been sooo bad at responding to my asks. please take this humble offering:

A minute left to the end of class, Tommy set them free. A pair of girls flocked to the front of the auditorium to introduce themselves with wide-eyed enthusiasm, and a guy who had a smirk that no one but a legacy kid would wear approached him for a strong handshake. The rest poured out of the hall in a restless rush, either eager to make it to their next class or to just get out of there, with the commotion filling the space as a stark contrast to the quiet of the morning. Tommy tried to block out the conversations. But it was hard to ignore all the eager ‘Buck!’s, the laughter, the joking around, and the invitations to the next thing and the next and the next. None of those nexts were immediate as it seemed, as when the last of the students left with the double doors closing behind him, Tommy knew he hadn't. He could still feel those eyes boring into his face, from the front row the boy had spread out across in the last fifty minutes. Shuffling his papers, Tommy said, “Did you need something, Mr. Buckley?” In his peripheral view, the boy got up. He closed the few steps to the front of the hall. “Just wanted to apologize again, sir,” he said, sincere if you hadn't been doing this job for as long as Tommy had. “Or doctor? Professor?” Tommy looked up; the boy gave him a bashful head tilt. “Sorry, I think I missed the part where you mentioned what you'd like to be called.” There was a candidness to him, to that coy pull of his mouth, to the sheepish way he held his head, to his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels. The perfect image of a humble slacker, the campus pretty boy that no one could hate. It was the perfectness of it that raised the hair on Tommy's neck. “Happens when you're eleven minutes late on the first day,” he said, trying not to look at the birthmark the boy had, not to compare it to the wine red of his lips, to not look at his lips at all. He failed when the boy grinned wider. The bashful curve of his smile twisted into something secretive, something that lit up in his eyes.  “Personally, I like first names,” he said, ignoring Tommy's comment. His eyes were blue, maybe too bright of a blue as they flicked down at Tommy's ring finger and back. “So, why don't you just call me Evan?”

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 12

I've decided that since I have a fair amount of backlog on the three I've been doing WIP Wednesday for, that I'd post some of them to give me time to work on the rom-com AU more.

I recommend going back and re-reading part 11 at least before reading this one to be on the safe side.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

The Fallen boys need a break and Robin and Chrissy meet up with Nancy.

****

Things were going really well in the studio now that they had Bob Newby as their producer and their studio was closer to home so they could live their normal lives and still be in the studio recording.

It was the happiest the band had been in awhile. Which was why Steve should have seen it coming. The dark cloud on the horizon.

Shane was late.

That wasn’t to say that it was out of the ordinary or whatever, but it was now two hours late and Spence was pissed.

���When I get my hands on his scrawny neck,” he hissed. “I’m going to kill him.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “You’re just upset because it’s means you’ll be late for your date or whatever with Nadia. He’ll be here.”

“That’s not true and you know it, Asmodeus,” Spence bit out. “This is the third time this week and yeah, so what if I have a life outside of this, but that’s not why.”

Just then Shane stumbled in. He looked like absolute shit. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was a mess, and he wore dark sunglasses. Clutched to his chest was a large coffee.

“Fuck...” he mumbled as he shambled over to the sofa. He lowered himself gently onto the thing with a stream of curses. “Sorry I’m late, but my hookup last night turned off my alarm.”

He took a long sip of his coffee and rubbed his temple. He had finished most of the coffee when he realized that no one had said a word since he arrived.

The door opened and Bob and Robin entered the room looking more than a little cross.

Shane flashed them a smile. “Uh oh, it looks like I upset both mom and dad. So I was a little late. It happens.”

“But it shouldn’t be happening,” Spence said with a scowl. “This isn’t the first time. Hell, it’s not even the first time this week.”

Shane frowned, setting his coffee on the floor between his feet. He rubbed his temples as he struggled to think back. “That can’t be right, it’s only Monday, right?”

Everyone shared concerned glances.

“Astraeus,” Steve said slowly, “it’s Thursday.”

Bob crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You were late on Sunday, Monday and today, Astraeus.”

Shane stared up at them in open shock and disbelief. “There’s no way!” He pulled out his phone and looked at the date.

“Shit.”

“What’s been going on, man?” Simon asked, concerned for the first time. He hadn’t realized how often it had been and was giving Spence shit for wanting to be with his girlfriend.

Shane shook his head. “I have money for the first time in my life. I mean proper money. My parents always had enough to make sure we got into the things we wanted; sports, drama, music, you name it, but there wasn’t a lot of money to go around after, you know? I had to pay for my college education myself and I just wanted to live a little. Spread the money around, even if I couldn’t tell them what I did for a living, they don’t really care.”

“I can see that,” Robin said. “I think we all breathing easier, regardless of our backgrounds because the money we’re getting has pretty much set us up for life if it all went to shit tomorrow, which I really wouldn’t recommend, by the way.”

Shane let out a huff of breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “I really didn’t mean to go off like that, I’ll cut back to just the weekends. I promise.”

Robin and Bob shared a glance.

“That’s strike one, Astraeus,” Bob said, “I don’t take slackers lightly. You want me to continue to work for you guys, you’ve got to step it up.”

Shane nodded empathically. “Can we have a day off a week though? It doesn’t have to be on the weekend, but this seven days a week is really hard.”

Robin blinked at him a moment. “You guys have been coming every day?”

The band looked around at each and all gave a collective shrug.

She turned to Bob. “Is that your schedule?”

Bob’s jaw dropped and he shook his head. “I only do that if there’s a rush to get the album out, which I understood there wasn’t. I don’t how we got on working every day, but Astraeus is correct they need a day off.”

“What works best for everyone?”

The band worked out a better schedule that worked for everyone with it ending with Bob giving everyone the rest of the week off, giving them strict instructions to talk to him about those sort of things before it got to this point.

Robin clapped her hands once. “Right, now that we’ve got that settled, we’re still meeting up at Abbadon’s for dinner to discuss my meeting with Nancy. My meeting is at three and dinner is at six, so don’t be late.” She glared at Shane and he raised his hands in surrender.

“See you all then!”

****

Robin straightened her wig in her rearview mirror and added more lipstick. She wore special contacts that changed her bright blue eyes to a more common brown color. She was dressed in slim fitting white slacks with a bright pink silk blouse and a black leather aviator’s jacket. She hated wearing these clothes, they just weren’t her. At least she didn’t have to wear high heels to this thing. She would have broken an ankle for sure.

But she would sell her soul to the devil if it meant that Steve got to do what he loved. And it wasn’t as though she didn’t love her job either. But Eddie was right, she was on her last frayed nerve and that wouldn’t do her boys any good.

She slid out of her Maserati MC20 and walked up to the restaurant. The Corroded Coffin’s manager, Chrissy Cunningham was going to be there as a mediator.

Robin hadn’t told Steve this, but Chrissy knew who she was. Not the band, she didn’t know that, but she knew that Celeste Baptiste was Robin Buckley. It was just something Robin felt she needed to know before going in there with Nancy. That she personally had a stake in the game, even if it was just as Steve’s best friend.

Chrissy loved the idea of even their manager having an alter ego and it made Robin feel better about her choice to be someone else.

Robin and Chrissy kissed each other’s cheeks in greeting and Robin sat down.

“She’s not here yet?” she asked, looking at her matching watch.

Chrissy shook her head. “She’s running a little behind. One of her clients blew up the internet last night and she’s been having to play hard ball to keep it from destroying their career.”

Robin leaned in close. “Ooh, do you know who it was?”

“That’s for me to know,” Nancy said from above them, “and for you to never find out.”

Robin looked up at her and was struck on how good she looked. It was almost unfair how good she looked.

She was wearing a grey plaid blazer with the sleeves rolled up over a white button shirt and a black pencil skirt. She wore grey boots and matching sunglasses, glasses she took off with a shake of her dark curls.

Robin gulped. Nancy had been intimidating enough in high school, but now she could stare down a raging bull and come away unscathed.

“Hello, ladies,” Nancy said with a smile. “I’m sorry I was late, but I think I managed a god damn miracle and could eat an entire salad bar.”

Nancy sat down and put her phone in her purse.

“Oh are you vegan?” Chrissy asked as the waiter came up with a pitcher of water. Nancy waved him off and ordered a rosé.

“Just vegetarian,” she said with a shake of her head. “I love cheese too much. Plus, I knew a militant vegan and they scare me.”

Robin laughed. “Couldn’t be me, I went full vegan last year and haven’t looked back.”

Nancy and Chrissy both winced, but for different reasons, Nancy for her comment about militant vegans and Chrissy, well...

“I picked this place because it has the best rib eye steak on the planet,” she said with a grimace. “That’s not going to bother either of you if I order that, right?”

Nancy and Robin shared a glance and then shook their heads.

“My best friend loves steak,” Robin said, “It’s his choice to eat it, I just a have a problem with the ethical consumption of meat and other animal products.”

“Most of my clients eat meat,” Nancy agreed. “I’m not about to piss them off because I don’t like the taste.”

Chrissy relaxed and let out a long sigh. “Great!”

She picked up her menu to hide her embarrassment. A few minutes later, their waiter came back and they placed their orders.

Nancy had ordered a pasta with roasted sun dried tomatoes and mushrooms and Robin ordered a simple salad with a vinaigrette.

As they waited for their food, Nancy got down to business. “So as I understand it, the band The Fallen is looking for an agent to help with the legal and PR aspect of their brand, correct?”

Robin nodded, twisting her napkin nervously. Normally as Celeste, she was cooler under pressure but Nancy scared her. Not because of anything she could do to her specifically, but because what she could do to her boys.

Chrissy reached out and laid her hand over Robin’s fidgeting ones. Robin let out a shuddered breath.

“Normally bands like theirs have teams and teams of people doing all the work,” Robin said, “but with the secrecy surrounding their identities the more people that know the easier it is for a leak.”

Nancy nodded. “It’s certainly not the usual thing. But I’ve got a few clients that are strict about their identities and it wouldn’t be a problem, but as I told Chrissy, I would have know everything about them so that I can do my upmost to protect them.”

“Did you sign the NDA?” Robin asked, straightening her spine. This was something she was good at. Protecting her boys and she would do it with the fierceness of a mother bear and her cubs.

Nancy picked up her briefcase and opened it up. She took out a folder and handed it to Robin. Robin looked it over and then nodded.

She stuck it in her purse and pulled out a hard portfolio and slid it across to Nancy. Chrissy squeezed her hand as Nancy read through the documents. Their food arrived in the interim and she set it aside. She steepled her hands and planted her elbows on the table.

“How much of this do you know?” she asked Chrissy.

“Only what I needed to which is who Celeste is,” she replied, “and that both her and Abbadon have a history with you that could be trouble for a lot of people, not just the band.”

Nancy nodded and took a bite of her food before saying anything else. Chrissy and Robin exchanged glances but started eating as well. More for something to do in the intervening silence than because they were actually interested in food at that moment.

After a few moments Nancy blotted her lips with her napkin and set it next to her plate. “This is not what I was expecting when I heard that you had concerns about my professionalism and in all honesty, this is easier to understand then a manager thinking they don’t need the help of an agent when they really do.”

Chrissy and Robin shared a glance.

“Is that something that’s common?” Chrissy asked. Corroded Coffin had already had Nancy as their agent when she became their manager five years ago. They had outgrown their former manager Murray Bauman and was looking for someone younger to manage them so they hired her.

Nancy nodded. “It is.” She turned to Robin. “You’re his best friend, right? The quirky band chick who was always working with him?”

Robin was impressed with her way of asking the question without revealing anything significant about their identity. She brought her finger up to her contact and moved it aside to show the blue underneath before sliding it back into place.

“I’m assuming I’m the last resort?” Nancy asked after taking another bite of food.

Robin and Chrissy shared another glance.

“Not in the way you mean,” Chrissy explained. “I gave her a list of agents that might be able to have them on as clients and we’ve met with a couple of them but decided even before they got to what’s in the folder that they weren’t suitable for their needs.”

“The double lives aspect, I suspect.”

“Both of them wanted to push them into revealing themselves,” Robin said, nodding. “Which was completely off the table.”

Nancy licked her bottom lip and her eyes narrowed. “Is that off the table indefinitely or will we circle back to that sometime in the future?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “There’s no way to predict if they’re going to change their mind five-six years down the line.”

“I’m going to be frank,” she said, “I do not have a problem repping them. Not even Abbadon. But I understand there will be some awkwardness on both sides at first. I will even apologize in person. Because the fact of the matter is, I did hurt him. I strung him along until something better came along and then didn���t even have the decency to break up with him before moving on. I was young and stupid and even worse, I’m not even with that guy anymore. Like with me and Abbadon, we wanted different things.”

“Apologize first,” Chrissy said with a wicked gleam in her eye, “then we’ll see about hiring you for The Fallen.”

Nancy reached out to shake Robin’s hand. “Deal?”

Robin nodded curtly. “Deal.”

They moved onto the more tedious aspects of what they wanted out of Nancy as they finished their meals.

But as Robin was heading back to her car she had a small satisfied smile on her face. Yes, this really was the best option for the band.

****

Because of canon-Chrissy's unhealthy relationship with food, I wanted her to go hard into eating all things that her mom most likely forbade her from eating growing up. Hence the steak and the wine. Nancy I figured would be at least vegetarian with personality (just the vibes I get from her *shrug*) and Robin would absolutely be vegan. Just not a militant one.

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[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

sunshine reader x L oneshot

NOT THE SMUT...but that's coming soon.

Yalllll this L smut is taking me wayyyy too long to finish, I've been hit with inspiration in the WRONG department (katsuki series), and now that's all I can think about. Until I'm able to crank out the actual L smut, have this little oneshot about joining the kira task force!

"I'm here," you announce cheerily, bursting in through the door with a big smile and a briefcase in your hands.

"Uh, sorry, who are you," Mogi asks, stopping you at the door. He had a stern look on his face, like he thought you were tresspassing.

"She is a consultant on this case," L says calmly, not turning from his place before his computer, his thumb pressed to his lips in thought, his knees to his chest.

"everyone, this is (Y/n). Make yourselves acquainted."

"A consultant?" "What do you need consulting on?" "I thought you said you didn't need anymore detectives."

L sighed, a frown appearing on his lips as he glanced back toward where the group would be. "I thought I told you to acquaint yourselves," he said tiredly. What a lovely first day.

over the next week, they did in fact acquaint themselves. You got to know everyone, especially because you lived in HQ. There was Misa, Aizawa, Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Mogi, and, of course...Light Yagami. You knew him well. Through L's retellings, anyway. Why did he tell you? Because you were dating. Plain and simple.

L hadn't told anyone on the team, for good reason...at least, it was probably good reason. Either that, or he didn't tell because no one asked. He was like that, only speaking as he pleased. It amused you, it was something that drew you to him.

Even so, they noticed when he gave you special treatment. Once, during a presumed all-nighter for the detectives, you stood from your seat next to L, Stretching and yawning.

"I'm going to head to bed." It was only 10, far earlier than any of the others dared ask to go, not wanting to seem like slackers. L looked up at you questioningly, tilting his head. "You never go to bed this early."

You shrug. "I'm tired, and if I'm too tired tomorrow, I won't be able to work as efficiently."

L sighed, looking back to his computer. "I won't stop you," he said indifferently.

You smile and thank him, standing and making your way to bed. Everyone else was flabbergasted. Matsuda stood from his desk, leaning on it with his hands as he stared at the back of L's head. "Why does she get to leave early? If any of us asked to go at a time like this, No way you'd let us!"

"Have you asked," L responded, gently spinning his chair around to face him.

"well I-...no..."

L gave him an expectant look, scratching the top of his foot with his toes.

"...can I go to bed?" everyone was watching with intrigue. Was that really all it took???

"...no."

Matsuda looked shocked. Everyone else simply went back to work, the already dingy mood dampened even further.

"It's cause she's pretty, isn't it?"

L looked up in thought, his thumb rubbing at his lips.

"Mmnnn....I suppose it is," he mused.

All matsuda could do was sit down in disbelief. "can you believe this," he asked Aizawa in a whisper. "Of course I can. That's L for you."

As another piece of evidence, he simply likes you more. He lets you talk and talk all day long about anything on your mind, when you go on food runs he actually asks you for things (He never asks the other detectives, no matter where they're going), and he shares any of his treats with you.

"I recall you saying you enjoy strawberry flavoring. Is that still accurate?" he's already cut you a sizable slice of strawberry cake, so your answer doesn't matter.

"have you ever had carambola? It's not very remarkable on it's own." Because of him, your first and only experiences with the fruit are in tanghulu form.

Anything he eats, you at minimum try.

Lastly, and most importantly, he shamelessly stares at your body. It is unbearably obvious that you distract him sometimes, when you're talking like nothing and he's watching the subtle movement of your tits, caused by your excessive gesticulations, his thumb tracing his lower lip in thought as he analyzes the exact weight they must have to move in such a way. Many of the others assume L is simply a creep, a creepy weirdo staring at the new pretty woman in HQ.

Light knows better. He knows, he can see it, there is more. It's not just lust, L is better than that, more complex. Either this is some way to trick Light, or he's doing this to benefit himself and this case in some way. There is more, and he will find out what it is.

Of course, you know better than all of them. There is more, the more is that you are together, and beyond that, there is nothing. He just finds your chest rather captivating. You can't blame him. The end.

Long story short, everyone knows he has a bias towards you, for one reason or another, and he doesn't do much to hide it. There were so many theories spread between them, and as a surprise to no one, it was filtered through misa. She knew best about this social stuff, after all.

"Do you see the way she smiles at him? They have to be dating," Matsuda whispers.

"What? No way, Girls smile at guys for more reasons than being with them," Misa scoffs.

"What if this is a test? Maybe he's testing us," Mogi puts forward.

"On what," Misa asks incredulously.

"I don't know, I'm not the genius...What do you think, Light? You're the closest to him."

"Me...? I don't know, why don't you just ask him."

ask him? To his face? No.

"Fine," Misa nods, standing from the mini huddle. Everyone watched with disbelief as she faced the two of you, working side-by-side before the CCTV footage. She pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you, her voice and expression full of pride, like she cracked some code. "Are you two dating?!"

You look at L. He doesn't look at you.

"Yes," he responds calmly.

"What? Why would you bring her here then? Don't you think Light is kira? Aren't you putting her in danger," Aizawa asks.

"You 6 are the only ones that know...excluding Watari. If She dies, please assume Light Yagami is the culprit."

Silence.

"Now, return to work," he orders, strain and annoyance in his voice from the situation. "I truly hate gossip," he grumbled to you.

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[grunklejam]

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just thought of cales wedding,, on as the flower girl or hong and raon as the flower duo – they could be ring bearers too, eruhaben just stands there (with his lips twitching, he's happy that cales getting married + the kids happiness), Ron with the usual benign smile, beacrox cooked the Feast?, choi han may or may not have teared up (my friend is getting married to my friend!!), Rosalyn is happy for both of you (kinda like a sister to s/o), cales fam is there (happy their son found happiness), jack officiating the wedding? (Does it work like that), alberu, who's tired of his sworn brothers bs, is happy for him and his bride and ofc the rest of cales co is rejoicing (they're finally wedded!!) – will probably have a huge party that cale wants NO part in, slacker life is nearing he said

I'm sorry if it got long, I've been thunking thoughts

same anon said:

part 2 of cales wedding thoughts

(i forgot to write that his s/o was the vice commander, or smth like that)

cale, whose smile is so genuine, it's almost unreal. his group is flabbergasted at that smile – it's not the kind of smile he makes when he's scamming someone, not the one when he receives money – it's a different one, entirely different and so in love

cales s/o, whose so happy, smiling, singing, and so in love – they danced together, sang, and played with the kids

alberu, who threw a banquet after cales wedding for the couple, celebrating their union, and gives cale and the vice commander their wedding gift (golden plaque) and is planning to use the vice commander against cale (enslave cale to paperwork) (might even throw a festival for them)

the citizens who are happy that their ex-commander and ex-vice commander are now a wedded couple

clopeh sekka would be writing about their love story and everything, making a museum for cale-nim

cale who gets annoyed when his s/o and clopeh are doing caleism activities, to which she'd reply; "it's not my fault we have the same bias"

choi han, whose tearing up (borderline bawling), is carrying on and hong, raon clinging onto his neck, he's so happy that cale and miss (name) are finally married

Ron, who practically raised cale, who watched his puppy young master grow in love with (name), is proud cale grew the balls to propose (he thought it'd be cute to see little red heads running around Harris village and the villa)

Rosalyn, who thought of (name) as her sister, is giddy, if she wasn't in public, rosalyn knows her sister would be smiling and kicking her feet – she KNOWS that they're so in love with each other, she may have been the one who pushed cale to propose

Eruhaben, who thought of (name) as his daughter (or granddaughter), watched over her and cale (though from afar), he once mistaken them as a couple – which left (name) flustered – but made them both realized their feelings

cales group, who's so happy for them– their two leaders, who sacrificed themselves countless of times, saved them, and gave them a home - are finally each other's home.

hiiii i think i mentioned before that i'm a bit uncomfortable with asks where almost the whole thing has been written out.

i'm only letting this one slide as this went in my inbox when i haven't updated my navigation yet. however, moving forward i will be deleting such asks. sorry guys.

and to anon, please don't feel bad or anything! your idea is great it's just that i'm not the person to send these kinds of ask to. i'm sorry.

[s0r4sp0nyt41l]

I have no one to talk about it too so here's a rant on why "ONIMAI: I'm now your sister!" is awesome

I wanna preface this by saying, I did not watch the CrunchyRoll translation, so the platform I watched it on might have mistranslated things. I might has some misinformation under my belt, sorry!

Also, watch out! THIS POST IS WOKE!!!! I MENTION TRANSGENDERS!!!!!! OH NOOO!!! (/sarc)

I will refer to pre-transition Mahiro with "he/him" and transitioned Mahiro with "she/her."

(THIS POST DOES CONTAIN MENTIONS OF SEXUAL CONTENT!)

With enough said, lets get started!

CHAPTER 1: What the hell is Onimai?

"Onimai" is an anime about Mahiro Oyama, a shut in hikkomori and a NEET otaku who hasn't left his house in 2 years. In comes his sister, Mihari, who slips a drug in his drink, turning him into a girl as part as a "Onii-chan Rehabilitation Project" to help him get back into society.

Mahiro now has to learn the ropes of being a (middle school) girl.

CHAPTER 2: What makes it so great?

The thing I like about Onimai the most is (surprisingly) Mahiro themself.

Mahiro used to be a degenerate slacker with a love only for noncon hentai manga with stories of bondage and sex slavery, and staying home playing eroge video games. According to Mihari, Mahiro wasn't always like this. From the start, it's clear that Mahiro is a degenerate (which the reason for like... half of the fanservice in this anime, but shh... that's for another post.) and even though he tries to shake his habits off, It's hard for him. (Because he's been doing it for 2 years) The anime show's his growth and how he reflects on his past actions, which is a big part of the anime.

I also like the fact Onimai didn't censor Mahiro's experience with girlhood. They went into depth with her struggles with periods, getting bras, and I appreciate the thought that went into it as a trans man. Mahiro's experience's can be relatable to many, whether it be teenage girls going through these things, or a huge dogpile of transgenders who feel like they're the only ones going through this kind of stuff. It also shows Mahiro getting used to his girl body, dolling up and getting used to dresses and skirts. She tries to deny that she likes that kind of stuff and claims she needs to "get her masculinity back". (How do people deny the fact Mahiro is transgender THIS SINGLEHANDLY SHOULD BE ENOUGH PROOF YOU FUCKING RIGHT WINGS BITCHES.)

Also, Onimai is unexpectedly wholesome? Mahiro and Mihari have some falling outs, but that's ultimately how siblings operate, you argue, but you still love them.

Mihari is responsible for most Mahiro's relationships, because if it weren't for the drug she put in Mahiro's drink, she wouldn't have left the house, go back to school, or let alone talk to anyone.

In one episode (10 I think it was), It's shown that Mihari had to leave for school, and Mahiro could barely function without her by her side.

As happy as Mahiro was to be left alone, she did miss her sister dearly, as she's able to function better with her, and I like how this anime properly portrays sibling relationships. No implied incest, no siscons, it's just a realistic sibling relationship. It's a nice break from all of those animes. (cough cough oshi no ko cough cough I hate ruby so much)

CHAPTER 3: Is it really worth the watch?

Imo, YES! It's really good, plus the intro is a banger.

Alright, I've ran out of things to go on about, so thanks for reading! Check out Onimai (do it for me please)

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

May I?

Note: First of all, I want to apologize to @okaywwaitwhat (if it's you who send the request) because I lived under the impression that I've posted your request and now as I've scrolled through my blog it was nowhere to be found. So again, sorry if you thought I forgot about you. Even with delay, I hope you nejoy it 😅

Second, I don't know who this beatiful piece of artwork belongs to, but Tumblr ran out of decent vhd gifs, so...

prompt no. 14 “You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it.”

prompt no. 19 “Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.”

D watched your hands sliding over the blade of the sword. Its handle rested in one of your palms while the other ran an oil-soaked cloth over it. The task was performed with almost religious reverence. Your eyes were trained on the blade so you didn’t notice D watching your every move. How you acquired the Blade of Alucard was still a mystery to him. However, he did not ask you how the sword found its way into your hands, and neither he told you about its origins. That fact still burned at the pit of his stomach, but he knew he made a good decision at leaving it in your care. After all, you needed a suitable weapon to defend yourself with when traveling with him.

„Zippy? Can you hand me the other rag? The dry one.“ You extend your arm towards him without raising your eyes from the sword.

Ah, the nickname you gave him. He remembers how you decided on it like it was yesterday. You insisted he gave you his real name, thinking it was some sort of nickname. When he told you that’s all he’s ever been called, you frowned and told him one letter is not a name and he should have a real one. Shortly after, you came up with the cheeky title Zippy. D wasn’t sure it was even a word. Just another one of your peculiarities. The teasing nickname stuck and now whenever he hears it, he accepts it as his second name.

His name was another thing you’ve claimed as your own. Before he met you, he was just a test subject D, but now he was Zippy. Despite himself, D found a sense of pride in it, no matter how silly the name was. A year ago, he would be annoyed if you’d called him that. Now he felt a strange warmth every time he heard it. There was no use to fight it. You’ve wormed yourself inside the vampire hunter’s heart and there was no coming back, not that D wanted to return to his old, lonely days. Human lifespans are so short, they are like the blink of an eye compared ti his. He wants to cherish the time he has with you while he still can. To hear his name spill from your lips again and again.

„D? Don’t be a slacker.“

The hunter’s shoulders jerked. He got so lost in the thoughts of you, his hands remained still in your burlap. With warmth on his cheeks, he pulled the cloth out of the bag and handed it to you. He made sure your fingers brushed, running the pads of his fingers over your palm, much warmer than his. D noticed he’s been doing that often lately. Finding all the smallest ways and excuses to touch you. At first, he tried to justify these actions to himself as well.

The space is too small, he can’t help it. He told himself as he pressed closer to you in a cleft of a mountain you’ve hidden. Your pulse needs to be checked often, you are sick. He told himself as he held your hand while you were sleeping away the illness. He needs to make sure the breastplate fits you perfectly. He told himself as he ran his hands over your arms and sides. So on and so on. And you, sweet and ignorant you, are so assured he could never, ever see you romantically, or anyone for that matter, that you let him do whatever he wished.

His latest temerity resurfaced when training you in swordsmanship. Unbeknownst to you, he showed you all the tricks and stances taught to him by the Great Ancestor himself. You were a quick learner, and D was proud of your progress. As he guided your hands into a proper position, D put his hands over your hips as he told you to go looser in the knees. Then, he use one of his legs to spread yours more apart. By the time he realized what he was doing, you were already looking at him with bewilderment in your eyes. Ugh. The shame.

„There! All done. What do you think?“ Thankfully, you ripped him from his flustered musings. D lifted his head from behind the dark curtain of his hair and inspected you closely. You were holding the golden sword in front of you with the utmost delicacy, the blade glinting in the autumn sun. Each nook and crevice was expertly polished and D nodded with a pleased hum. He would never think that a playful trickster like you would take your sword fighting lessons and the artillery maintenance this seriously.

„D, you’re smiling.“ He could hear the laughter in your voice. The vampire hunter winced, he hadn’t realized that a small smile was forming on his face. D looked away in embarrassment. You don’t need to make a deal out o fit. „Nonsense.“ The more he denied it, the more he felt his mouth twitching. „You smiled! I saw it, so there’s no denying it.“ You set down the sword and crawl on all four toward him. Meanwhile, D crawling backward to escape your inquiry. That effort was quickly squished down when his back was met with a stone wall. Before he had a chance to roll sideways, you slid between his knees and brought your wide grin toward his face. Your happiness was contagious, so D gave up on trying to fight it, and closed his eyes whilst letting a small smile form on his lips. Truly, you live to tease him, don’t you?

„Oh, your smile is so beautiful I would love to see it more often.“

When he opened his eyes in surprise, you had this soft, warm look instead of your usual cheek. Your face was so close, you were radiating life and warmth and life like the sun itself. And just like the sun, you had the ability to bring him to his knees. The vampire hunter was so lost in the depth of your eyes that he hadn’t even noticed one of his hands inching towards your face. You noticed it sooner than him but were so shocked that you kept still. The moment is akin to wild deer making its way toward you. Slowly, D’s knuckles slid across your cheek, a whisper of a touch, while he haven’t taken his eyes from yours.

The only movement on your body was the wild beating of your heart, which was thumping so fiercely against your chest that you suspected it wants to jump out of your chest and into D’s arms. Painfully slowly you raised your hand and grasped the dhampir’s one still resting on your face, simply clutching his appendages with your smaller ones, keeping your eyes trained on his.

The first one to snap out of this weird trance was D. He jerked his hand away as if it burned him and stood up.

„Ahem- That’ll be enough training for today. Get some rest, I’ll keep watch.“

Without waiting for your answer, the hunter put the hat on his head and stomped away. All you could do was watch him as millions of thoughts swirled inside your head. Did that really just happen??

[onthewaytosomewhere]

last line tag/challenge whatever it is

so a few tags for this @typicalopposite (like 2 days ago - sorry luv i've been a horrid slacker) @judasofsuburbia @softboynick @tailsbeth-writes @stratocumulusperlucidus

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

i'm not gonna mention what this one is from but it's the only thing i've worked on today that wasn't ficlets lolz and this time i only have 25 words (one of these days i'll get tagged for this and have a shorter sentence lolz (but this is shorter than last time lolz))

Luckily, all it usually takes is one moment with Henry to send those thoughts away and have him back to dreaming of their life together.

tag ur it! @adreamareads @taste-thewaste @blueeyedgrlwrites @catdadacd @caterpills @cha-melodius

@emmalostinwonderland @england-would-fall @fullerthanskippy @forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic

@jellibuns @jmagnabo92 @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @mikibwrites

@ninzied @orchidscript @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @priincebutt

@sophie1973 @stellarmeadow @sparklepocalypse @suseagull04 @thinkof-england

[howlingday]

The Ultimate Hunters

Winter: I am Winter Schnee.

Jaune: (Thinking) I remember reading about her. Apparently, she got top marks in all her classes, honors galore, and even leads multiple community programs. It's why she's referred to as the Ultimate Moral Compass.

Jaune: I'm Jaune Arc.

Winter: Mm, a strong name. You should thank your parents for it.

Jaune: Oh, uh, thanks-

Winter: But you should also do your best to not shame it! Never make them regret their choice to give such a potent name to a slacker!

Jaune: She's also kinda annoying.

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Blake: I'm... Blake Belladonna...

Jaune: Oh, so this is the Ultimate Author?. She's been writing since she was ten, and published a romance novel when she was only eleven. I think it was "The Accountant." Apparently, it was such a hit, people all over the world named real-world accountants the hottest people to date!. Still, I wasn't really expecting her to look so... dark and gloomy.

Blake: W-Why are you staring at me?

Jaune: Oh! S-Sorry, I-

Blake: I know what you're thinking! You think I'm a freak, don't you!

Jaune: N-No! I only thought-!

Blake: I know what you thought! You thought you'd never seen such an ugly girl! And you thought it was soooo funny!

Jaune: N-No! That's not what I was thinking at all!

Blake: Don't even bother trying to lie to me! You can't stand to look at me!

Blake: B-But I'm used to it by now...

Jaune: Yikes!. Talk about inferiority complex. Never thought a successful author could be like this.

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Yang: Hey! I'm Yang Xiao Long!

Jaune: Whoa!. She's the Ultimate Kickboxer!. They competed in the national circuit and won every single match!. Who hasn't heard of them?!.

Jaune: You're kidding me!

Yang: W-What? What's wrong?

Jaune: N-Nothing! I just, well, you're the Ultimate Kickboxer, so I kinda figured you'd be, uh...

Yang: What, were you expecting some big, dumb, jock guy?

Jaune: N-No,more like... Someone wearing boxing gloves and in a ponytail, like in that article I read.

Yang: Aw, geez... Not that picture! I hate that photo! I had to keep my hair tied back like that for the whole circuit. It doesn't look cute at all! So now I refuse to change my hair, not for anyone but me!

Yang: And, actually, can I tell you something? I... don't really like kickboxing. And to be honest, I hated going to my sparring matches.

Jaune: She hates kickboxing so much she never went to a sparring match? She must be some kind of prodigy!

Yang: So once I came here, I was done with it! So long, kickboxing! I've got my dreams ahead of me!

Jaune: Your dream?

Yang: Yeah! Playing music and jamming out all day long is the kinda stardom I want! All I need now is someone who can sing and a drummer, and I'm all set! I'm not stopping until I'm living like a real star!

Jaune: I can't believe what I'm hearing. I never thought I'd hear that coming from a kickboxing star!.

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Neptune: I am the Neptune Vasilias! But if you want to use my nickname, "Your Dream Come True," I don't mind. By the way, what do you know about anime?

Jaune: Anime?

Neptune: Well, to the world at large, I am the one and only Ultimate Fanfic Writer! I once sold over 10,000 copies of my fan fic at con. Everybody knows it! Of course, dsome of them didn't get it. They said I had "tainted" the nature of the con. How ignorant can you be?!

Jaune: This is the first I heard about it, but to sell over 10,000 copies is pretty impressive.

Neptune: I'm a lot like von Burgh. Completely unappreciated in my time. That's why I toil day and night to spread the good work of fan fiction to the world at large! I'm sure if you read my work, Mr. Arc, you'd completely understand in an instant! For it touches mankind's deepest truths...

Jaune: Uh, what kind of truths?

Neptune: It's all about giving in to our most basic of urges...

Jaune: On second thought, I don't want to understand it...

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Pyrrha: Hello! I'm Pyrrha Nikos, and I look forward getting to know you!

Jaune: The way she moves is mesmerizing, and there's a sweet scent wafting around her. When I saw her name on the attendance, I thought I recognized her name. She's the star of her own pop music group, "Hoplife," and as the Ultimate Pop-Star, she's the most desired woman for all the TV and magazine covers. But still, I'm more surprised she still smiling since... Nevermind. No need to get into that. But she looks so beautiful, like a goddess or something...

Pyrrha: I'm not a goddess. I'm a real person.

Jaune: Wha- How did you know what I was thinking?

Pyrrha: I'm psychic.

Jaune: R-Really?!

Pyrrha: No. I just have good intuition.

Jaune: Quick as a whip, she is.

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Harriet: Heya! I'm Harriet Bree, but my friends just call me Hare.

Jaune: Harriet Bree. She's been breaking track records since she was a kid! I hear she's even supposed to be a competitor in the upcoming Vytal Tournament! Without a doubt, she is the Ultimate Track Runner. Everything about her technique, physique, and, uh, proportions have been widely talked about online.

Harriet: So, uh, what was your name again? I've already forgotten it.

Jaune: Jaune Arc.

Harriet: Right... I thought it was something like that.

Jaune: No, it's not something like that. It is that.

Harriet: Gotcha! I'll hammer it in my head right now! Jaune... Arc... Jaune... Arc...

Jaune: The way she's writing in her palm is really unnerving.

Jaune: What are you doing?

Harriet: You don't know?! If you want to remember someone's name, you gotta write it in your palm three times!

Jaune: Really?

Harriet: By the way, how do you spell your last name.

Jaune: It's spelled like it sounds.

Harriet: ...Ah, I'll figure it out later! Anyways, it was nice meeting you!

Jaune: Y-Yeah, same...

Jaune: What she likes in wit, she makes up with energy.

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Qrow: Name's Qrow Branwen. Nice ta fuckin' meetcha.

Jaune: Qrow Branwen? As in... the leader of the largest bandit tribe in the kingdom?! He's earned the respect of every tribe around, earning him the title of Ultimate Gang Boss.

Jaune: ...Uh, nice to meet you, too.

Qrow: Hell yeah.

Jaune: I better be careful. One wrong word and I'm worm food!.

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Penny: Hello, I'm Penny Polendina. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry if I seem nervous. I always feel so nervous when I meet someone new. I hope we can get along.

Jaune: Same here. Nice to meet you.

Penny: I'm sorry, but have we met before?

Jaune: Uh, no? This is the first time. That's why I said, "Nice to meet you."

Penny: Oh... I'm sorry.

Jaune: You don't have to apologize, y'know.

Penny: Right. Excuse me.

Jaune: Penny Polendina is renowned all over the world for her cutting-edge programs. That's why she's the Ultimate Programmer! She's also got this cute, scared, naive bunny thing going on that makes everyone fall for her. So she has a huge legion of fans!.

Penny: I... I'm sorry.

Jaune: For what?

Penny: I've upset you. You look really angry right now.

Jaune: No, no, I was just lost in thought, y'know?

Penny: Lost in thought?

Jaune: Yeah. It has nothing to do with me being upset or anything.

Penny: Oh, thank goodness. I was starting to think you didn't like me.

Jaune: Seeing her smile... I can see how she got so many fans...

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Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...

Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...Uh, can I ask you your name?

Ruby: ...My name... is Ruby Rose.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: She's pretty quiet. But I don't think I saw her name on the list. I mean, I did see that there was someone other than me missing from the school muster sheet. Maybe she's the other unaccounted student?.

Jaune: So, uh, what are you doing here?

Ruby: What's that supposed to mean?

Jaune: No, no! It's just, everyone here is some kind of ultimate or another, so I'm wondering what you're the ultimate of.

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Why should I tell you?

Jaune: Huh? Well, uh, I guess you don't have to tell me.

Ruby: No. I don't have to. So I'm not going to.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: She's got a real iron mask going on. Guess this is where our conversation ends.

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Nora: Hiiiiiiiii~! I'm Nora Valkyrie! Charmed, I'm sure!

Jaune: Anyone would recognize her. She's on every cover of almost every magazine in almost every store. She's the envy of every girl in the kingdom, an Ultimate Fashion Icon if ever there was one!.

Jaune: I'm not sure I got the right person?

Nora: Huh? Oh... You must mean my cover photo, huh? Well, duh, they're all photoshop!

Jaune: Photoshop?

Nora: Y'know, edited to hell and back?

Jaune: Oh, so they're not real.

Nora: Geez... Don't say it like that. Now I'm gonna get all depressed. Everything is all photoshop these days! I bet you'd even be surprised by a certain diva here.

Jaune: So many dreams... crushed like a nail under a hammer.

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Ren: I am Lie Ren.

Jaune: Oh, geez, I almost asked him if he was a girl. The day I ask that out loud is the day I get turned into a human pretzel. But now I remember him. He's the world champion martial artist who won against guys three times his size. He's the famous Ultimate Martial Artist, with a win streak of 400 matches and 0 losses. Some of the online posts called him "Siren" and claimed he's secretly some kind of weird sea-primate; a missing link between man and fish. Honestly, standing in front of him, I kinda have to agree.

Ren: Excuse me.

Jaune: Y-Yes!

Jaune: Why is he poking my body?.

Jaune: Uh, what are you...

Ren: Your muscle quantity and quality are about the standard for a regular late teen male. Hm... Training with you would likely bring more harm than good. A shame.

Jaune: Maybe for you, but for me, it's a blessing!.

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Weiss: I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Weiss Apfelkuchen.

Jaune: Weiss, uh...

Weiss: Apfelkuchen. It's my name. But if you don't mind, I'd prefer you to address me as Weiss.

Jaune: Uh, excuse me, but you are from this Kingdom, right?

Weiss: Of course. Why do you ask?

Jaune: Well, then, can you tell me your real name?

Weiss: I already told you. My real name is Weiss Schnee. But as I have also stated, please address me as Weiss.

Jaune: She's polite, but she's also forceful. Guess those internet posts were right about her. She really is the Ultimate Gambler who's never lost a bet in her life. She also loves dressing in elegant, white clothes like a princess in a fairy tale. They say she entered an underground gambling ring and walked out with everyone's money. They called her, "The Queen of Lies". She laughed about it, too, they say.

Weiss: I look forward getting to know you. Heh heh...

Jaune: She's smiling, but she's a wolf. I need to watch myself.

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Fox: Name's Fox Alistair, Fox for short. Take it easy, yeah? I'm sure I will!

Jaune: Fox Alistair, known as the legendary "Truth-Hunter" in the psychic community, is the Ultimate Clairvoyant. To be honest, I don't really get that psychic stuff. It's out of my depth. Still, I can't help but wonder if there's any truth to it.

Fox: Mm... I give up.

Jaune: Huh? What?

Fox: I thought I saw it, but I guess I missed it.

Jaune: Missed what?

Fox: I thought I saw a giant dog chasing after a teenage wizard on a motorcycle with gold threads in his mouth. And that wizard... IS YOUR PURPOSE!

Fox: ...Ha ha! I'm just kidding! But we should get some cold ones and look deep into Mu and her lost culture.

Jaune: Cold ones? I'm not old enough to-

Fox: I am. I was held back a few times, so... Ah, it's a long story.

Jaune: A few times?. Yeah I'll bet it's a long story...

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Coco: Name's Coco Adel.

Jaune: Hi, uh, nice to meet you.

Coco: ...

Jaune: That's the most half-assed character introduction I've ever heard!. But it's not like I can do anything about it. She's a special case, even among all these special cases. Coco Adel is the daughter and heiress of the most affluent financial conglomerate in the world. She's even got her own businesses with her own personal fortune. It makes sense for her title of the Ultimate Affluent. She's the very definition of "exceptional".

Coco: Are you done? How much longer are you going to stand there? Get out of here, I'm sick of looking at you.

Jaune: One look at her, and I know she's thinking, "You and I will never be equals." She's a queen in training.

[conkreetmonkey]

Let's build a Splatoon OC! pt. 11

(sorry for the long abscense, I forgor 💀 (fucked up my meds and have been completely out of it for roughly 2.5 weeks))

So far, this character is an extremely tall (over 6'6"), very fat (obese, pear-shaped), dark-skinned Octoling tgirl with purple ink, and tentacles with cyan tips and red spots.

WE'RE BACK, BABEY! A huuuge thanks to the anon who reminded me this poll series existed! Memory issues I should probably get looked at at this point! Woo!

The people have spoken, and they've collectively said "Conky, please give us a dark-skinned Octoling girl too tall and wide to fit through most doors without great effort and/or outside assistance," and I said "lol, ok ya crazy bunch'a lesbians." Y'all have a very clear type. Y'all want a girl with skin like fresh espresso, thighs like wine barrels and a frame as tall and broad as an Urchin sumo stable outhouse. I respect it. She will survive the winter (provided she's stocked up on E).

We're probably nearing the end at this point, but idk. I never had a plan. I've been flying by the seat of my pants all this time.

Well, we've built her physical body (for the most part, might add spice later...). Time to decide how she wields it to slay (in the gay slang way, not the medieval knight sent on a quest to defeat a foul wyrm way)

(btw I see all your asks and cherish every one and keep meaning to post all the "I'm into fat bitches" ones (of which there are many), pls keep sending them don't hesitate it can be about nothing idgaf)

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Malleus Draconia - Dorm Uniform Vignette

"Briar Valley's own."

[Mirror Chamber]

Crowley: Now, the Dorm Leader meeting will come to order.

Crowley: Today's agenda begins with…

Lilia: Apologies! I'm terribly late!

Crowley: AAAH!!!!

Crowley: V-Vanrouge-kun… When did you slip into the Mirror Chamber? Don't startle me so!

Lilia: Ah, thousand pardons. It's only, Malleus has disappeared.

Lilia: While Silver and Sebek are currently out searching for him, for the time being, I will attend the meeting in his stead as the Vice Dorm Leader.

Crowley: Eh? …AH!

Crowley: NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT... DRACONIA-KUN ISN'T HERE!!

Lilia: …Did you all forget? About poor Malleus?

Kalim: S-Sorry… I totally thought someone else would let him know.

Leona: Hah. I ain't his babysitter, and why should we have to go so far as to say, "Oh, Malleus-kun, let's go to the meeting together."

Vil: You know, I've been thinking ever since I became a Dorm Leader this year…

Vil: Malleus isn't ever at these meetings, is he?

Idia: Yeah! I want to know about that too.

Idia: Even I'm forcing myself here remotely, even though I def don't wanna be here.

Idia: IT'S NOT FAIR THAT MALLEUS-SHI GETS TO SKIP ALL THE TIME! OBJECTION!

Azul: Indeed, these slights against us does not foster a good feeling.

Azul: He is continuously absent. On occasions where he actually does attend, he is constantly tardy. I can only assume that he thinks very little of this meeting.

Lilia: Malleus has no such intention. I know he must be hoping to participate in these meetings with you all.

Vil: All this lip service means nothing so long as no results follow.

Vil: Leona, Riddle. You must have indulged him a considerable amount last year to allow Malleus's despotic behavior to continue like this.

Leona: Us, indulge him? …You can say that because you don't know how much I had to deal with last year.

Riddle: Leona-senpai just dictated, but I was the one who really had to handle everything.

Riddle: In the beginning, the Dorm Leaders last year attempted to enact many a plan in order to have Malleus-senpai attend the meeting.

Riddle: We would send him several reminders via email, send physical letters, and even went directly to his dormitory…

Idia: Aaand how'd that go?

Leona: A total failure. That bastard doesn't check his email, and that bat over there kept losing the letters.

Leona: When we went to the dorm, those zealous draconians'd be on alert and wouldn't let anyone in.

Leona: It's the biggest pain I've ever had to deal with. Why does everyone else have to run around for him, instead of him workin' on it?

Riddle: Like I said earlier, the one running around was me… Ahem. Anyway, we did all we could.

Riddle: Everything else is up to Malleus-senpai.

Azul: So, essentially…The two of you gave up on Malleus-san.

Vil: Even Leona the slacker gets dragged here by Ruggie, and Idia the shut-in participates by way of his technology.

Vil: Do you truly believe it is appropriate that Malleus is constantly absent for these meetings in which we discuss important decisions for the school?

Vil: Perhaps it was acceptable up until now. However, I do not approve of his negligence.

Crowley: Hmm. It rather feels as though it will be difficult to continue this meeting amidst this uncomfortable climate…

Crowley: Vanrouge-kun, could we have you contact Draconia-kun and have him come here right away?

Lilia: I would love nothing more, but…

[beep!]

Smartphone Voice Assistant: The number you have dialed is either in a non-service area, or is not turned on, and therefore your call cannot be connected.

[beep!]

Lilia: …No matter how many times I call, I still cannot get through. It was working last night, though.

Lilia: It's most likely that he broke his phone today.

Crowley: Well, it can't be helped. I suppose we should all go out and search for him.

Leona: Hah? Why should we? He ain't a lost kid. Don't baby him.

Lilia: Sob, sob… What unfriendly folk…

Kalim: Hrrrm, if there was something I could do, I'd like to help out…

Azul: Kalim-san, this is not an issue that can be solved by simply "helping out."

Azul: Do we intend on starting every meeting with a search for Malleus-san? He must learn to better himself.

Lilia: Tch. Crocodile tears didn't work, huh…

Vil: There is no way that such a terrible performance would successfully deceive us. It seems both the Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader both are just fooling around.

Leona: Kukuku. Maybe that guy's the least suited to be a Dorm Leader outta all of us, ey?

Idia: Is that kinda boss really gonna be ok? Makes me sooo worried for the future of Briar Valley.

Lilia: Hmph… What a thing to say towards the heir of the Draconia family.

Lilia: …Malleus's reputation will be tarnished at this rate.

Lilia: I understand. Malleus will attend the next meeting, I swear it.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Lilia: …Which is why it is an issue that you weren't at the Dorm Leader meeting.

Malleus: I hadn't realized such a thing was happening while I was absent. I've caused you such an inconvenience, Lilia.

Lilia: I'm not really inconvenienced. However, the others were saying things that could affect your reputation.

Lilia: So I promised you'd come "next time," without thinking.

Malleus: I see… I myself have been wanting to attend these meetings.

Malleus: For this meeting in particular, the notice was sent out quite a while ago, so it was not as if I had forgotten it.

Malleus: However, that notification came as a mechanical message. That strange board would not allow me to view it.

Lilia: Mechanical message… Strange board… Ah, you mean your email and smartphone?

Malleus: That's right. I could not read it, so I did not know the time and place of the meeting.

Malleus: I attempted to estimate the time and place, and so I ended up waiting in the Lecture Hall…

Malleus: No one came after two hours of sitting alone, so I headed towards the library and waited for an hour, before finally making my way to the Headmaster's Office.

Lilia: Malleus… Most humans won't just sit and wait in one place for one or two hours like that.

Malleus: Is that so? Humans sure are restless…

Malleus: It also isn't ideal that they move the location of the meeting as often as they do. It would be best if it were always in the Mirror Chamber.

Lilia: The Mirror Chamber is often used by those visiting the school. It would not be unusual for the meeting location to be changed on short notice.

Lilia: However, if you did not know the location, you ought to have asked. There must have been someone who would have known.

Malleus: Well, of course I attempted to ask.

Malleus: However, they would immediately scream and scamper off. I had even tried smiling as I called out to them, as you taught me…

Lilia: I wonder what could have possibly gone wrong there? I feel you have a very cute smile, especially when you can catch a glimpse of your pointed fangs… Hm.

Lilia: Then, I suppose we should make sure that you carry your smartphone with you as a means of communication.

Malleus: The smartphone, hm. If we're talking of that thig, it has not made a peep since this morning.

Lilia: I thought so. But we had it repaired just the other day! What could have caused it to stop working?

Malleus: I do not know. I did not do anything, and yet it broke.

Lilia: Malleus… When someone says, "I didn't do anything, but the device broke," that usually means they did something.

Malleus: You say that, but I cannot fathom what may have happened. I believe the last thing I did was…

Malleus: I cast a cleaning spell on it because it had become rather dirty.

Lilia: WELL, THAT'S WHY!!

Lilia: Most devices are weak to water. Hypothetically, even if it were waterproof, it would definitely not be able to withstand the might of your magic.

Malleus: That may be so. There was indeed a crack in the screen.

Lilia: So something had happened to it! And you thought to say you didn't know anything about it being broken.

Malleus: Your phone also has a cracked screen. I thought it a normal occurrence.

Lilia: That's just because I'm a bit rough with it!

Malleus: I cannot imagine that is anything to be boastful about… But alright, I understand. I will refrain from cleaning it from now on.

Malleus: Nevertheless, these devices certainly are inconvenient.

Malleus: It recently returned from servicing, and yet it seems I shall have to completely replace it now.

Lilia: Come to think of it, how did it break last time?

Malleus: I went flying through the sky with the smartphone in my pocket.

Malleus: In the process of moving back and forth from a high altitude to the ground several times, I eventually found the inside of my screen had become wet.

Malleus: According to the repair shop's findings, the rapid temperature change caused condensation, which in turn caused it to break.

Lilia: How high were you flying for the temperature to drop so low as to cause condensation?

Malleus: Prior to that, I was told it short-circuited when I touched it while I was still imbued with lightning...

Malleus: And even before that, it melted when it was exposed to the high temperatures of my fire breath.

Lilia: Hmm. Then, why not leave your phone behind when doing those things?

Lilia: You do that with the little drago-kun I gave you a while back.

Malleus: What do you mean? There is no purpose to a smartphone if it is not carried with you at all times.

Lilia: I know that, but…

Malleus: It's susceptible to water, low temperature, lightning, and fire. These phones are quite frail.

Malleus: Do humans truly value such a useless object? It is past simply being intolerable… I am starting to find it a nuisance.

Lilia: Wait, wait, it's still too early for you to give up. You've come all this way upon leaving Briar Valley, so you must familiarize yourself to human customs.

Lilia: I'll teach you how to use the device again once more from the beginning to make it easier from now on.

Lilia: Here, you can borrow my phone, try to hold it properly. Don't summon any lighting, now.

Malleus: I understand… Hm?

Malleus: Some text has appeared on your screen. It says, "New Message."

Lilia: Ah, a notif. Someone must've uploaded a new post onto Magicam.

Lilia: Looks like it's from Kalim. Let me see…

Lilia: "PARTY TIME WITH ALL THE DORM LEADERS!"

Malleus: …Is this a photo from the meeting earlier? Everyone looks terribly happy in this picture.

Lilia: Kalim must've taken it after the meeting. There's a few frowns, but it's quite a wonderful picture of all the Dorm Leaders together!

Malleus: …

Lilia: Well… I mean…

Lilia: All the Dorm Leaders except for you, who didn't attend…

Malleus: …

[CRACKLE, CRACKLE, CRUSH!]

Malleus: Oh. I accidentally destroyed it.

Lilia: MY PHONEEEEE!

Lilia: How could you, my screen is shattered… Oh, no, it was always like that.

Lilia: What do you think you're doing, Malleus!?

Malleus: Apologies. Seeing those people enjoy themselves while excluding me…

Malleus: I just couldn't control my ire in that moment.

Lilia: If you just destroy the phone whenever you get mad, there's no meaning in me trying to teach you how to use it!

Malleus: Calm down, Lilia. Don't get angry.

Lilia: You don't get to say that, as the person who broke my phone in anger!

Lilia: Sigh… Malleus. Are you truly wanting to participate in the Dorm Leader meetings, or their little get-togethers?

Malleus: …Are you now doubting my true feelings about this? You, of all people?

Malleus: Humans are quick to fear creatures of the night. They are often unable to talk to us out of fright.

Malleus: The ones who taught me that was you, Lilia, and Grandmother. And it is the truth.

Malleus: It is not my fault that I am unable to show my face at those gatherings. It is because those humans have decided to fear me.

Lilia: No, in your case, that is not the only issue at hand. You fail to understand what is going on around you!

Lilia: Faes and humans are different both in their sense of time, and in the tools they utilize. I fully understand how you may have troubles when you first come in contact with them. However…

Lilia: it has been 3 years since you left Briar Valley, you know? And you haven't changed at all in that time!

Lilia: It isn't anyone else's fault. You have to first look inwards. Have you actually put forth the effort to attend these meetings?

Malleus: Put forth the effort…?

Lilia: We've said that, because of your position, it is an unavoidable fact that you cannot join gatherings of people. However, there is still a limit to how shielded you can be.

Lilia: As the heir to Briar Valley, and as the leader of Diasomnia,

Lilia: You need to carefully reflect on how you should conduct yourself.

[Lilia leaves]

Malleus: …He got angry and left.

Malleus: It has been quite a long time since Lilia has scolded me like this. It seems it was not smart to crush his phone.

Malleus: …

Malleus: Indeed… It is possible that somewhere in the back of my mind, I may have thought that faes and humans are incapable of comprehending each other.

Malleus: Perhaps that may be the reason why I refrained from making an effort to meet them halfway. But if a change in my conduct can change this atmosphere…

Malleus: What can I possibly do in order to become closer with the other Dorm Leaders…?

Malleus: I shall have to think on it.

[Interior Hallway]

Vil: So, just like last week, our meeting is in the Mirror Chamber this week.

Kalim: The party we had after the last meeting was so much fun! Next time, the rest of you should come too, not just Riddle and Azul.

Leona: I refuse.

Riddle: That reminds me… It seems that Malleus-senpai received a warning from the Headmaster after being absent last time.

Riddle: I wonder if he will properly attend this meeting?

Leona: It'll just be the same as before. He'll just skip anyway.

Kalim: Eh! Then should I go and get him!?

Leona: Don't bother. There's no point if you don't think to do that on your own.

Vil: Says the person who was sleeping right up until the start of the meeting and had to be woken up by someone else.

Idia: Yeah, yeah! Even tho there's no point if you don't participate on your own!

Azul: Says the tablet…

Riddle: I have my own thoughts for Idia-senpai, but… I do agree that if you do not strive to participate of your own volition, then it is rather meaningless.

Azul: Very true. I do hope that Malleus-san is reflecting on his actions.

Vil: I wonder… Well, for the time being, let us wait for the meeting to begin inside the Mirror Chamber.

[door opens]

Dorm Leaders: !!??

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Leona: Hey… This musty atmosphere… It can't be…

Dorm Leaders: DIASOMNIA!?

Idia: Eh!? The picture on my screen is kinda weird. Is this a virtual background!?

Vil: Not at all. We are definitely, actually in Diasomnia…

Riddle: When did we get here? We were just in front of the Mirror Chamber a moment ago!

Crowley: WHY IN THE WORLD IS THE DOOR TO THE MIRROR CHAMBER CONNECTED TO DIASOMNIA!?

Kalim: Oh hey, looks like the Headmaster got bought over with us too.

Vil: He's just as surprised as we are, which must mean that it's not necessarily his doing.

Riddle: So then, the only possible remaining explanation would be…

???: Hello, everyone…

Malleus: Welcome. I've been waiting.

Crowley: Draconia-kun… What a spectacular entrance! It almost puts me to shame as the Headmaster here.

Leona: I knew this was your doing, you damn lizard.

Vil: Please explain what is going on. Why are we currently in the Diasomnia Dormitory Lounge?

Malleus: I had heard that you were all dissatisfied with my being unable to attend the dorm leader meetings.

Malleus: I myself believe that it would be unfortunate to not be able to come to any gathering there may be.

Malleus: And so, I thought about what could be done… And it came to me.

Malleus: If I will not be invited, then I should be the one to do the inviting.

Malleus: If I do not know where the meeting is taking place, then I should decide where it meets.

Malleus: If I do not know what time it takes place, then I should make it so that I will be available.

Malleus: That is why I used transference magic to connect the Mirror Chamber door to Diasomnia and bring you all here.

Malleus: What do you think? I was neither late nor absent, yes?

Dorm Leaders: …

Leona: So… What? You're saying that for the sake of attending the meeting, you cast transference magic on all of us?

Malleus: That's right.

Riddle: Without our consent? On your own, for your own benefit?

Malleus: That's right.

Dorm Leaders: HAAAAAAAAAH!?

Azul: I never expected to be treated with such disrespect in my life. This is an outrageous insult!!

Vil: Do you think of us as mere objects!?

Idia: We're not familiars you can just summon, yknow!!

Malleus: Are you... Are you all angry with me?

Dorm Leaders: OF COURSE WE'RE ANGRY WITH YOU!!!!

Malleus: Why? You all usually summon your magical pens with magic.

Malleus: What is the difference?

Riddle: IT'S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! PENS ARE OBJECTS, WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS!!

Malleus: I know that. But both can be carried by magic.

Idia: Oh snap. He doesn't get it at all. Is this one of those things that only sounds scary once you understand it?

Vil: It seems as though he definitely doesn't think of us as any different from a pen or a book.

Leona: Tch. This's why I can't stand people with no common sense…! How dare you transport me like luggage!

Sebek: STAND BACK!!

Sebek: HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GRAB MALLEUS-SAMA… IT'S UTTERLY DISGRACEFUL, HUMAN!!

Azul: Ah, you must be… That first year Sebek-san, yes? How astounding that you can even look at this situation and use the term "disgraceful" like that.

Silver: Welcome, friends of Malleus-sama. We're glad to have you here.

Kalim: Oh hey, it's Silver. Good to see you here.

Silver: Yes. I had heard that Malleus-sama intended on inviting the Dorm Leaders here, so we waited with him.

Kalim: Oh, cool. Thanks for waiting, and thanks for having us!

Silver: Right. Enjoy your time here.

Malleus: I had the two of them prepare Briar Valley’s own tea cakes. Now, everyone. Please do not hesitate to dig in…

Dorm Leaders: AS IF WE'D EAT ANYTHING!!!

Crowley: Draconia-kun… Please come with me to the Headmaster's Office now.

Crowley: I HAD THOUGHT YOU A KNOWLEDGEABLE FELLOW, BUT… IT SEEMS THERE IS STILL MUCH MORE TO TEACH YOU!

Malleus: …And so I thought I had finally successfully attended the meeting…

Malleus: But in the end, today's dorm leader meeting ended up cancelled.

Lilia: …

Lilia: …Heheh.

Lilia: AHAHAHA!!! HEEHEEHEEHEE!!!

Lilia: I can't believe something like that happened while I went out to pick up my phone… My laughter won't stop!

Malleus: What did I do wrong?

Malleus: I would not have been upset were transference magic used on me. If anything, it is a rather mundane mode of transportation.

Malleus: In order to become closer to those people, I thought I would provide my hospitality, and yet…

Lilia: Malleus. Humans have a different level of sensitivity than us.

Lilia: Think of it like… Pulling in the remote control closer to you with your foot.

Lilia: That is something that Silver would always scold me on.

Lilia: A remote doesn't have any will, so it may not complain, but those Dorm Leaders do.

Malleus: I did not intend to be impudent.

Malleus: But then I was told, "If we are to be insulted like this, there is no need for you to attend the meetings henceforth."

Malleus: So now, it is not as though it would be acceptable to join them without a prior invitation…

Malleus: Grandmother had always sternly instilled in me that it is rude to invite oneself unilaterally.

Lilia: That's true. Her Majesty the Queen has always been extraordinarily unbending when it comes to invitation decorum.

Lilia: However, for you to have enacted such a plan… I'm rather surprised you put this much thought into it.

Lilia: Did… Did my little scolding strike a nerve?

Malleus: Let me answer your question with another, did you truly think that I wouldn't be affected after seeing you so angry?

Lilia: Kufufu… I see, I see. What a cute lad! I didn't think you'd get that upset.

Malleus: Stop, don't treat me like a child.

Lilia: I'm praising you. Maybe it didn't go as planned, but it was a huge step forward for you to try to find a way to work with the others.

[headpats]

Malleus: Only Grandmother and Lilia would pat my head so vigorously like this… I simply cannot refuse it.

Malleus: After you left in anger, I thought about what I should have done.

Malleus: I agreed that I had not put forth enough effort in both understanding the humans, and having them understand me.

Malleus: And that is why I attempted to fix things, but failed. I still do not understand what went wrong.

Malleus: I thought humans appreciated convenience like their technology, but they also reject other rational means.

Malleus: They are indecisive in their standards, and they are strangely sensitive. It's quite difficult to comprehend.

Lilia: You seem to have made quite a mess for yourself. Are you regretting leaving Briar Valley?

Malleus: …Fufu. Don't make me laugh. You should know better than anyone that I do not think.

Malleus: There was never a time back in Briar Valley like this where I was so bewildered by other people.

Malleus: And that is why… This is more than amusing to me. I feel as those these moments are utterly enjoyable.

Malleus: I believe that there will come a day in which I will be able to understand them, so I will continue to do my due diligence.

Malleus: Let's see… I am certain we will be able to understand each other in another 100 years or so.

Requested by @x0-luna-mix-0x, @sakurakudo, and @symphonyprincessuta

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For the Love of Fic: November 20

Heyo! I've been just parking read fic here for a while and didn't realize how long it was getting! And then I used my wait times in Disney to read a bunch more.... anyway. I've got a long list of fun for you!

Also, I'm really sorry, this is the dumbest header I've ever made but it made me laugh so here we are.

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation Fics!

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DIETER BRAVO

Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist I can't decide what I love more: Dieter getting frisky in a bouncy castle or his gleeful exclamations when the goats take to him. I want this. I want all of it. Sign me up. Crocs and all.

Tip Your Server by @nothoughtsjustmeds I love love love this fic. I love Dieter needing to get reader all hot and bothered while wearing fancy clothes, I love the banter, I love the obvious love these two have, the cavalier throw-away of a precious object, every gesture of affection and its tie to absolute, loving sass. And the prose is so great. This is a masterclass fic.

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JOEL MILLER

Strong Enough To Stand by @the-blind-assassin-12 Oof. This both hurt and was satisfying. Joel has a habit of holding onto love and hurt. It's definitely detrimental at times. But damn if it doesn't illustrate how fiercely he loves. Alyssa's lead up story to this--It Pours From Your Eyes--nearly destroyed me, but this one thankfully helped to soothe.

Surrender Chapter 13 and Chapter 14 by @ezrasbirdie Birdie gave us a beautiful reunion and ending for Daisy and Joel and I'm just so proud of her for putting her heart into a wonderful OC. There's so much in this series about learning to love and--even more interesting--learning to BE loved, and both Joel and Daisy are wonderful for that. I know there's an epilogue coming and I will patiently wait for my desert while this meal of a fic settles in my heart.

Saying I love you through an accidental kiss by @songsformonkeys Listen. Joel Miller's got a lot going on today and it's chaotic and you made him food and took care of Sarah and you...you reached for him first. SOFT! CUTENESS!

Spend All Your Love Making Time by @haylzcyon Sub!Joel is my new favorite obsession. He's just so in LOVE with reader, so in thrall and this is hot hot hot.... Those baby browns are certainly made for puppydog wants....

Something Soft by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 Everyone knows what you do with dandelions, right? Until an apocalypse wipes off even the tiniest things from human culture. Then kids like Ellie may not understand the simple joy of making a wish on one. Good thing there's folks like Joel who remember and help her out.

Joel, Interrupted by @iamskyereads This is both melancholy and warm, and that is such a welcome taste. It is quiet and lovely and the last line gave me so many feelings. If Joel was a ghost in his own house, this is exactly how he'd be. <3

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MARCUS MORENO

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 I love "fandom crossovers" as a year of tropes offering. ST:TNG was one of my big fandom obsessions, so it's nice to return to some of those characters. Putting a Pedro boy in there is inspired, and this was handled so well!!!

If It Wasn't For The Nights by @simpingcowboy 🪐 Marcus is just made for angst, isn't he. It's obvious how much he loved his wife and how much he loves their daughter. Going inside to examine that is just asking for a heart twist....

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

The Last Blockbuster: Bump in the Night by @blueeyesatnight I love these two slacker filmophiles and am always happy to see them return to my dash. This time it's a test of readers' spine, to see if she can handle the scary movies like she says she can. I appreciate the appearance of another movie memorabilia piece...🦇🦇🦇

IRL part 1 @ nickcage_numerouno and part 2: of festivals and food by @grogusmum I love that both these dopes are so insecure about meeting one another. Javi is sweet and wonderful like always, and it's nice to get his POV here and there as our plus-size reader deals with her own assumptions. But oh my gosh he's smitten and if there's gonna be a part 3 I'll lose my mind.

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COMANDANTE VERACRUZ

When it Comes to You... by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 I mean, if anyone's gonna get violently protective over his girl, it just might be Veracruz. I mean, to make you his priority during an ambush? To come back victorious and rail the crap out of you afterward? That's the dream....

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DAVE YORK

First Kill by @hopeamarsu 🪐 Holy balls, this is a beautiful little character study on Dave. Hope goes inside his head during a therapists' session where he's asked about his first kill, and it is menacing AF. Take a look at this piece, because it is bomb.

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EZRA

Gravity by @insomniamamma 🪐 J has a way with Ezra that I'm just addicted to. I know she loves him deeply, always takes so much care with him, gets his soft side just right. She makes me yearn so very hard for this man...his physical gracelessness a grand contrast to the gracefulness of his devotion. My goodness, I love this fic.

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PERO TOVAR

untitled by @writeforfandoms Listen. It's a little mixed trope drabble about Pero as your bodyguard that might not mind being mistaken for your boyfriend and I could take 10K of this thanks.

Bangathon fics Cowgirl and Missionary by @prolix-yuy I may be a broken record, but I just cannot get enough of a solem and sour protector who only shows his vulnerability behind closed doors. I knew better than to read LJ's take on him and expect to remain unmelted.

Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky This is just the very cutest. Of course Pero knows his way around knives, but pumpkin carving doesn't go exactly as you planned. In fact, it goes much sweeter.

Seed by @perotovar I love a Pero that is hot for his wife whether or not she can concieve. And that the want for a baby that hasn't come yet doesn't make them sad...it just makes them want to try harder! Soft and sweet and spicy all at once. Just like I like him.

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FRANKIE MORALES

Ring Toss by @morallyinept Look. It's a simple concept. Frankie brings you donuts because Frankie loves you. You're resisting because you're on some silly diet. Donuts have holes. Frankie's got something that will fit in that hole. One temptation is bad enough, but two sticky treats together? Resistance is futile.

Questions and Stories part 1 and part 2 by @never--doubt 🪐 I love this concept of Frankie and reader's daughter asking them how they met and functioned as soulmates, how love takes work, and the mechanic of not being able to see one particular color until your aoulmate finds you....

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EDDIE THE VAMPIRE (WITH MAX PHILLIPS)

An Act of Kindness by @missredherring This is a very sweet intro to a really lovely dynamic between a vampire reader and a fledgling. Oh my balls, Eddie needs help and she's such a good teacher. And he's so smitten with her in the cutest way... And of course, Max being Max, which is to say, Max being a douche.

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JAVIER PEÑA

Summer Kiss Prompt - Apology Kiss by @something-tofightfor I cannot deal when strong men recognize thier trauma and try to do better. It's clear here that Javi hasn't learned how to let someone else take the lead with him yet, but the growth that's comes is beautiful.

Summer Kiss Prompt - Lazy Kiss by @something-tofightfor Rachael does slice of life so well. There's something very wonderful about Javi's focus on his work to the point where he forgets to take care of himself, and maybe even lovlier about the woman who makes sure he eats something and has himself a break now and then...

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TIM ROCKFORD

Rockford and Roan 4 by @littlemisspascal I am so in love with Rae's soft soulmate stories, she always knows how to warm my heart. This one has some darker elements what with Tim investigating crimes....BUT THERE'S ALSO A DOG THIS TIME.

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DIN DJARIN

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch A soft and lovely story staring a black reader, wherein Din learns about the ritual and culture of her hair, how it links her to her family, how much a part of her it is...and therefore how much a part of himself. I just wanna curl up in this, it's so cozy.

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FENNEC SHAND

A Different Way of Life by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Yes. Yes this is what I want. To run away for adventure only to find I really ran away with the love of my life...who just happens to be a bounty hunter and a ton of fun.

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DICK GRAYSON

Seasons of Love by @captainsophiestark 🪐 I don't know much about this character, but he seems very sweet and loving. A jump through time in a relationship involving ties to the Wayne family.

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[strdstwanderer]

Community has been my favorite sitcom since 2011. I've been following this show since I was in high school, and now I'm graduating law school.

I'm sorry, but Jeff makes NO SENSE to me. I never really thought about it hard enough, but Jeff Winger never got his *UNDERGRADUATE* degree. Meaning college degree. Hence, Greendale Community College.

Jeff was characterized as a slacker who took every possible step possible not to do any work. Which included faking his undergraduate degree. We have nothing in the show that says whether his JD is fake or whether he faked his bar score somehow.

Meaning, Jeffrey Winger, did the following:

Studied, took, and passed the LSAT

Enrolled in and graduated law school

Studied, took, and passed the MPRE and the Bar Exam

Jeff. Jeff Winger?! Like the show never explored any of these, and that's a shame. It could have played so well with his dynamic with Abed, where he always says he's nothing like Abed, but he is as into the law as Abed is to films and TV. They could have done a My Cousin Vinny homage together.

[99problemsandallofthemarefandoms]

Ok, I'm pretty sure I've read one before where Joey joins Kaiba's security team in two different fics but, I got another one.

It starts with a future scene of Kaiba and Joey older and its them probs arguing about something while hanging out with the Yugi gang. The Yugi gang question's how Joey ended up as head of KC security when they are still going at it like they are.

Time jump to maybe a year or two after highschool graduation. Tea goes to America, Yugi having had enough excitement for one life has taken over more of his gandpa's store responsibilities (which is doing really good with the King of Games manning the store lol), Tristan and Bakura made it into some collage, Duke is running his game company while Joey jumped into the work force with some duel tournaments on the side. He is doing pretty well for himself after escaping his father's house and living on his own. Nothing extravagant but he is much happier living now instead of just trying to survive.

He is probably the one who sees Kaiba the most as he does receive (obligatory) invites to Kaiba duel tournaments held each season that Kaiba attends not to duel but its a KC duel tournament he has to appear at least once or twice.

Yugi gang probably has a group chat that also includes Mokuba so everyone is still keeping in touch and try to meet when they can during holiday or school breaks. Joey often visits Yugi's shop on the way to work or on days off. He sometimes hops a train to bother Tristan at school or with Yugi to surprise Bakura when he starts to stress about finals.

Something big happens at Kaiba Corp. security is bribed, something gets stolen, leaked, Mokuba gets kidnapped again but Kaiba is not happy. He is now on the hunt for a more reliable security and is viscous cause this will not happen again.

Skip to a KC tournament. Joey managed to get Yugi into this one. Mokuba shows up in disguise is even joining in cause he was bored. They are all messing around talking about decks when Kaiba comes to collect his brother. Again something happens. Someone tries to attack the Kaibas or steal something and Joey steps in. Joey of course has his gang history and has been working heavy lifting jobs so is pretty tough and takes down the person just as security comes trotting. Kaiba has had it with them at this point. The only one who is saved from being fired was his personal guard/assistant (sorry don't remember how to spell his name).

Everything gets settled. Joey maybe returns what is stolen or turns the person over to the cops. Tournament goes off without any further interruptions.

Later Kaiba is contemplating about is predicament. He needs someone reasonably competent, strong, with enough guts to fight someone if need be, and above all else loyal. TV somewhere is running the duel news about the KC tournament and shows a clip of Joey during one of his duels. *lightbulb*

Within a week Kaiba is knocking on Joey's door with a contract in hand all necessary paper work to hire Joey as a security guard at KC. Joey refuses till Kaiba explains why he is trying to hire him. Its like pulling teeth but Kaiba eventually explains his recent predicaments with his current security and needs someone who he can *sigh* trust to work for him. Joey would be Kaiba's sort of inside man on his security team as an added bonus Joey is also super social so he can figure out who is slacking on the security team. (This is not temporary contract just to wheedle out slackers he is try to hire Joey outright for security. Especially since he doesn't need to do a background check or anything since he knows Joey. Yes joey was in a gang but that's a plus cause it means he can fight with little extra training and he can get him working sooner.)

Joey is fine where he is at the moment and doesn't really need the money but, he has seen the recent drama around KC. He hates it but, as much as Kaiba brushes them off the Yugi gang are the closes people this this guy has to friends. This is basically Kaiba's way of asking for help with this matter and the main reason Kaiba wants to hire him gets Joey to sign the contract. Kaiba may not be his best friend but it was close enough that Joey couldn't bring himself to turn the guy down when he was asking for help. Not that he would call Kaiba out since the contract was pretty generous.

He probably sent Kaiba home for the day and talked to Yugi about it. Yugi said the same thing his conscious told him but says not to take the job if he really does not want to.

Joey ends up taking the job.

Insert inner cooperate espionage, paparazzi, saving lives and forced communication that eventually leads to dating.

Cuts back to present day of Kaiba and Joey still with the Yugi gang having told only about the first half of the story to their audience. Joey probably cuts it short with somethin like "Then I had to save this nerd's life a couple of times and he decide he couldn't live without me." Kaiba gives him a side eye at the slight over embellishment but denies nothing about the statement.

The gang laugh. Good joke....It was a joke right........!!!!!!!!!!

Kaiba and Joey are unbothered by their friend's outburst and talk about the relationship as if they were talking about the weather. They probs are eating out somewhere. Joey and Kaiba interrupt the outburst by getting into super domestic bickering as Kaiba complains about his order not being right or something.

"oh god how did we not notice they bicker like an old married couple."

Somehow the gang only just realize the two are in fact wearing matching rings. (It was a Vegas drunk night wedding after a really good business deal party so that's why no wedding party) Nothing changed other than they both wear their rings all the time. Joey often ears his on a chain while at work and Kaiba likes that it keeps a few of the girls from trying to flirt with him at dinner parties and events.

Joey still has an apartment he owns. Its closer to KC now and nicer than the one he got after high school. Partially because Kaiba was picky. Joey owns the apartment while Kaiba still has his manor. A good bit of the manor has been renovated to be more of a lab with some living spaces for large gatherings or guests. They usually stay together but they like their separate spaces from time to time. Kaiba when he is working on a project while Joey wants to invite his friends over or to be angy alone till they can't sleep alone then kiss and make up though this happens less as they mellowed out in their older age.

Gang realizes Kaiba was early to Joey's birthday party not because it was close to work but because he had been sleeping there the night before.