#spacial practices

[imlostontheinternet]

Scene staging for First Impressions.

[meetthesoldier]

shoutout everyone who makes the conscious decision to try out new hunters on main you have sufferred more than jesus

[tjerra14]

Today's crisis is brought to you by I own so much stuff where did this all come from

[zwei-rhunen]

found my new favorite practice dungeon for healer/anything in general lol

wanted to start leveling WHM, wasn't sure about doing a roulette with a pug group. well, i usually get lower level dungeons on it so maybe it wont be that bad.

i queue and have the idea to go to azys lla to go find something to beat up real quick as a warm up

beat up one thing before queue pops

it's sohm al

me like: i know there's a dragon dungeon that's annoying or smth like that. i hope its not this one.

say hello, tell everyone i'm rusty, orz in advance

its slow. its forced single pulls half the time b/c of barriers.

and i loved it. it was great lol

the party was chill so i had nothing to worry about on that end, but like. it was a huge relief that even if i did get a group that wanted to go nyoom, it wouldnt matter anyway, b/c the dungeon was setting the pace! i enjoyed it a lot more because of this.

also it's a level 53 dungeon so i ALSO got to practice with most of the kit!

[hpiiker]

MOANS IN THE MONOGRAPHS || HP²⁵ 📓 ｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

:: HPIIKER’S PROFILE || my inbox is open! 📨

:: i’m fucking ovulating… and professor piker is BAAAACCCK!! this took me FIVE hours typing this😭

:: mentions of size kink, spanking?, creampies, oral (fem receiving), fingering, intense orgasm, sensual touching, squirting, and there’s a semi plot in place. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 word count is 1.9k…

:: you need to listen to angel by massive attack and horace andy 🙏

your eyes could never be ripped apart from hasan... his chain glistening, whenever it reflected from the fluorescent lamp hanging above his desk. his black, thick curls growing a lighter shade of black whenever he was exposed to light, legs comfortably spread apart within a comfortable and inviting pose. the white, cotton shirt fazed the sight of his abs whenever he rested his intertwined hands to the back of his head.

of course you stayed at the library late at night, you weren't worried about missing any parties or hookups. the only a-graded hookup you were looking for, is with professor piker.

while you were rummaging through the shelves, trying to find your paper one political science revision book. you spacial awareness wasn't the best when you're running on a half-empty stomach, many energy bars, coffee and no water...

you kept huffing and grunting to yourself out of frustration and annoyance. you have practically flipped through every book on the shelves at this point.

a few seconds pass of just staring at the books, you slowly felt a tall, strong, acknowledged presence behind you. the smell of the atmosphere diluted into a citrusy, warmly spiced woody, aromatic amber scent filled your nostrils. "you looking for this book, sweetheart?" hasan spilled out of his mouth charismatically. a small tug of a smirk gradually grew from the right corner of his mouth, turning into a full smirk.

of course you didn't want to admit it... hasan slowly closing the gap between you two. your heart starts trembling, "uh-, yea-, i was, funnily enough!" you were such a fucking mess... come on girl. he's right there? and you're acting like this?

hasan placed the book, behind you on the shelve abruptly. "meet me at my desk, once you're done section one. i'm not waiting around... hurry." hasan completely switched emotions, you're completely whipped by this. what suddenly turned him stern and cold?  perhaps we're gonna have to wait after you finish section one...

you were finally done writing up section one. your fingers were so knackered, your brain is melting at this point, your body is craving for relief. clearly the relief being done at the coarse hands of professor piker...

you changed your persona, realising this is your moment... of course you wanted this moment. you've seen the other big-headed girls, twirling their hair at him, the half stupid winks and reckless flirts thrown at him.

unlike the power hasan has, that he always infiltrated you with. whenever you asked him for help in class, his hot breath falling down your neck and chest like a waterfall. starting from your neck to ending in-between the valley of your breasts, which he has such a sore eye for, or the hidden anagrams or cryptograms written on the last page of your past marked paper. that he loves seeing you take charge and really putting your brain to the test. this makes him washed over with the feeling of success and horniness, knowing what is eventually going to happen with him.

the special treatment occurred REGULARLY. surprisingly none of the class picked this, but of course there was the usual shit-stirrers but he instantly shut them out. which is the hottest thing he does and he know it turns you on.

you handed over your section one paper, hasan leaned back into his chair. one hand holding the back of his neck while the other, holding the sheet under the lamp to read more clearly. the silent minutes felt like hours. hasan's eyes darting across each line along the paper, when in reality, he not reading this shithole... he beating up the sexual tension more.

hasan love seeing you stand in front of him, nervously. he's going to take such good care of you, such good fucking care of you... the thought of hasan being completely whipped with the thought of devouring your pussy, pleasing and fucking you endlessly. WORSHIPPING every curve and corner of your body, gripping the cellulite, tiger stretch marks, scars and the oddly beautiful beauty marks, that vary.

hasan just couldn't resist these urges anymore, he pushed himself off his chair.

you were confused on why hasan has a stern look plastered across his face... lowered his eye level to level with your’s. staring deeply into your eye, bring the palm of his hand to cup you cheek while rubbing the pad of his thumb up and down the side of your face, while tracing across your lip, dragging your bottom lip down, exposing your lower set of teeth.

he raised his other hand to cup the other side of your cheek, "can i please have you? i cannot wait any longer, every time you walk into my class, i just want engulf every drip of you." he spoken in such a submissively dominated way...

"yes, please. i need you so badly" you whiny little bitch...

he dragged you toward his lips, who's mouth is trying to taste more of who's? who's pressing up against each other's body more? who's wants to be fuck more rougher around the edges?

hasan wants your pussy exposed... he breaks a sweat with helping you taking off your shirt, and unclasping your bra.

“let me take care of you, yeah? i’ll do the work.” hasan exposed himself so eagerly. you nodded confidently, while hasan hands were playing at the top band of your underwear, pushing your laced underwear down, next to your feet.

he picked you up unbelievably quick, hasan is dying to be soaked by you. "how is it sweetheart?" he wanted to reassure you. his fingertip slightly dipped in from the opening of your pussy, getting a heavy drip soaked on the tip of his finger for a natural lube on your clit.

every loop he brush upon the pulsing, needy clit aching for friction of pleasure. you couldn't even respond with the tingling feeling running from your clit, feeling an imaginary sensation of his girthy, hard dick penetrating you already. it's like your pussy already knows the dept, veins and feel of his dick pushing itself effortlessly in and out of your sex crazed, achy pussy for him.

hasan was already pre-cumming at the messy ass sight of you, sweat rolling from you forehead. your sweaty hands gripping harshly on his forearms.

hasan bring his fingers up towards your mouth, wanting to making you to taste yourself. you licked and sucked his finger as if it felt like his dick was getting deeply sucked. this created the harshest phantom orgasm he's has ever had.

at this point, he felt like his dick was getting perfectly pleasured by your mouth.

hasan brought his lips back to your's, he’s wanting the instant gratification of getting a sneak peek of what you taste like.

hasan's underside of his tongue licked a trail from under your chin, down in the dead centre of your breast, making one way across to your nipple, teasing you with painting his saliva an infinity symbol. looping around your nipples creating the most euphoric trance ever.

while giving each nipple the quick nip with his soft, wet lips creating an orgasmic feeling on your nipple, carrying the trail towards your pussy...

your arousal glazing, dripping and soaking his beard and mustache. he is NOT coming up for air, he’s breaking a sweat but not breaking the pulsing rhythm that’s washing you over in waves. all from bucking your hip, kicking your feet robotically, your upper back curving into itself while sweat rolling off your forehead.

the back of your hair was tangling up, from the constant friction against the papers on his desk. he did not giving a flying fuck with you starting a dribble of squirt leading up to the final gushes on the papers on his desk.

the musk scent of oral sex is happily suffocating the two of you guys.

hasan brings himself to standing on his feet again. he's pushing your legs together, his forearm is shifting into a human bar to rest the back of your knees on. “oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” he said with such cocky tone. hasan's middle and ring fingers align to the entrance of your pulsating pussy.

his long, thick middle and ring fingers slowly built up speed. everytime his fingers pushed their way back in, made you feel more filled up. eyes are shut tight, your hands are holding onto his wrist, trying to stop but your mind couldn't make it's mind up...

“are you holding back? don’t honey.” you both knew what was going to happen next. time just started to instantly slow down. this insane gushing feeling left your body, completely making a soaked state on hasan's clothes.

“holy shit, you came pretty quickly. you’re so messy.” he moan in your ear, he's insanely proud of you. all the while you're completely winded by hasan's fingering game. you have had no one else that makes you squirt this wildly before. luckily you're all his...

"please, hasan, i need you so badly...' you cried out to him, tears falling down your cheek. hasan softly grasped your neck, pulling you in without any hesitation, making out with you harder then before...

hasan propped up your weak, pathetic legs onto his broad, muscular shoulders. hasan is smirking to himself, he grabbed your throat firmly, slapping your pussy. making you whine and wince under him more than before. you had no capability of speaking right now, you are in fully ecstasy commotion right now.

he's in absolute love right now with you. how small you are under him, how he can cupped your breast fully, his thumbs and index fingers are FIRMLY grasping onto your hips, and him loving the fact he can spank you firmly, while leave a noticeable mark behind...

he align himself to the entrance of your pussy, he slowly penetrates you. you couldn't stop moaning, even the slightest move made you buck your hips from how insanely sensitive he made you...

he's so overly confident right now, hasan starts to pick up the pace gradually. he loves seeing you being a hot, blubbering mess, his hair is insanely displace, sweat rolling down his face.

“fuck, look at you right now…” as he gritted through his teeth. the excessive heavy breathing, moaning in your ear, getting you wetter, wetter and wetter.

hasan started to pick up the pace, he's getting a little too excited..

you started to feel the ropes of his cum looping in your throbbing, aching pussy. hasan's dick started to twitch in unison with your raw twitching pussy too.

he completely collapse his weight on top of you, stealing the air out of your lungs. wether it was you or hasan that moved, even a fucking MILLIMETER. he kept cumming deeper and deeper into you.

as hasan slowly decides to pull out, creating multiple thick, white cobwebs of cum that was on the surrounding areas of you sore pussy. his cum smattered the sheets of paper on his desk, that was a problem he's gonna have to deal with later...

“no one does it like you..." hasan harshly spoke to you. hasan pinching your lips together, wanting to see his cum ooze out of your fucked pussy. and of course that whore slapped your ass, leaving you with another phantom orgasm behind.

hasan helps you get cleaned up, in his personal bathroom that's outside the libary. he engulfs you into the most warmest, loving hug ever. kissing the top of your head multiple times, "well done, sweetheart." he said happily, with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. making you completely melt into in arms further, he's completely infatuated, proud of, and inlove with you.

[ferigrievous]

SAKUSA KIYOOMI HCS ⋆˚࿔

he’s not even as scary and cold as people make him out to be theyre just assholes that refuse to get to know him

probably half korean half japanese

wears a mask part because he's afraid of getting sick but also part because he's insecure about his face even though he's conventionally attractive

since he canonically is hypermobile, he most likely also has migraines

also most probably has ehler danlos but never gets it diagnosed/treated until he goes pro because he just thinks it’s normal hyper mobility (which he didn’t realize wasn’t normal until he began playing at a nation wide level)

is probably multi-talented but he never puts it to use because he never does anything he doesnt need to

has a very emotional face, contrary to what most people think. it makes up for the lack of being able to see his full face.

terrible at compliments and honest to god doesnt mean it but no one ever tells him so because they’re too afraid of him

sometimes feels like he's being too mean and will spiral a little but as soon as he's with someone else it all goes out the window

really good with kids but probably because he treats them normally and not like porcelain dolls or incapable adults. just kids

horrible texter because hes never on his phone and also is never in the mood to talk. reads the message, forgets to respond, then answers a week later with either one word or a paragraph

he’s not rude he just hates unnecessary small talk. if he has nothing valuable to add, he wont speak

refuses brand deals, refuses modeling for anything, refuses any sort of promotion and ‘selling out’

actually really good at giving advise but his delivery is so bad that people just think he has it out for them

has one plant but takes care of it like a child

refuses to play dirty. everyone has to be on a level playing field otherwise he wont play

never lets his phone battery drop below 50%

has really good spacial awareness in game but actually really clumsy anywhere else

extremely independent that it  bites him in the ass

zero tolerance for fake people. as soon as he sense insincerity you're dead to him

rarely ever gets injured or sick because he actually takes care of himself

but does actually despise those girls on social media (on the rare instance he’s on it) that overcomplicate their skincare routine. thinks theyre the weakest link

hates unnecessary noise– chewing, clicking pens, people breathing too loud

wakes up at the same time everyday without ever setting an alarm

secretly loves team traditions, even if he acts like he hates them. its pattern, and its familiar.

weirdly good at origami

hates press conferences. straight up wont go, even if his managers get on their knees and beg

prefers cold showers in the morning like a freak

actually reads the cooking instructions on food

has amazing handwriting but only because he writes slow as fuck

secretly enjoys shitty reality tv but justifies it with it being a ‘fascinating psychological study’

probably a film buff and letterboxd warrior

has very strong opinion on sports journalism and journalism as a whole, and how athletes are portrayed. if a journalist oversteps, he’ll be sure to make it known (think chappel roan at the MVAs)

prefers practical gifts, if at all, but wont take it if he thinks it ‘isn't sincere’

his apartment is very clean and minimalist. large windows, open floor plan, wooden floors. doesnt buy anything he doesnt need, doesnt need anything that isnt necessary. 

[ghcstao3]

deer hybrid soap, and ghost who uses soap’s antlers as a method of redirecting the sergeant.

if soap needs to be paying attention to something? ghost will grab the antlers and gently tug soap’s head in the right direction.

soap losing spacial awareness in the heat of the moment? ghost will press his palm against whatever part of the antlers are within reach and urge soap to create some distance so ghost doesn’t end up getting his eye poked out.

or even soap using his antlers to his advantage in a spar? ghost can easily get him turned around, with the right grip on the base of his antlers when soap is being overly cautious as to not impale ghost in their practice.

in all these building of habits, ghost definitely doesn’t also build any sort of obsession with the appendages. not at all.

totally doesn’t come up with excuses to playfully tug on the antlers in teasing. definitely doesn’t think anything of the times soap’s asked him to help with sheds. and he certainly doesn’t find himself mindlessly massaging the base of soap’s antlers whenever he needs something to occupy his thoughts.

the antlers are just a tool, nothing more. and maybe ghost can admire the skill with which soap uses them in the field, sure—but they’re just for practical use. ghost surely couldn’t be obsessed with something like that.

[nmakii]

omg bachira, isagi, tetchou and dazai with an autistic s/o PLEASE

if you will , make them headcanons ^^ hope you have a wonderhoy day !!

hello, my alien. we’re each other’s mystery

— bachira + isagi + tetchou + dazai x autistic!s/o

so basically all of them x me i see.. i feel like i fucked up on isagi i cant pinpoint his personality ugh. debut into bllk omg im shy hi reentry into bsd too haha if u guys were active in 2022 i think i am familiar. WAIT NOTE AB THE TITLE… LISTEN TO FRIENDS BY BTS IM NOT ABLEIST ITS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE :(

— bachira meguru

lets be honest he is also a bit autistic…

very hard to be around when you’re overstimmed ngl… he tries to tone it down when he knows you cant handle too much at the moment. but it’s hard for him to just dial the craziness to 50 😞

oh, very good though at getting you out of social situations. he can slip the two of you out of a party like it’s nobody’s business, cause it is nobody’s business :x

hes also a bit of a wild card too if you’re obsessive about having a routine. he’s a free spirit, so having to do things the same way is a bit of a chore.

when you go non-verbal, he brings out a notebook that you two write your conversations on. he doesn’t actually have to write it down. he can communicate just fine, but he likes to write them down as a memento of your relationship.

he alsoooo likes listening to you yap about your special interest! very attentive, you’d think that you’re a professor and he’s your student at how the flow of your conversation is going

“huh— where did bachira and s/o go..?” isagi asked. he turned around, looking for the two of you after the sudden realization that he was abandoned in the middle of the buffet line…

bachira pulled you out, and in an abandoned hall. he noticed you suddenly started plugging your ears.

‘you ok sunshine? :( is the music too loud?’

‘a little bit… i just wanna get away for like 5 min..’

‘hehe, dont worry. ill stay with you （╹◡╹） <3’

‘ty meg :) <3’

bachira smiled as he saw your hand-drawn emoticon. the two of you doodled all over the notebook while he hummed until you were ready to return.

isagi groaned as he saw the two of you reenter. “you guys..! you should’ve told me if you were gonna sneak away!” bachira stuck out his tongue, making a silly expression. “oops! it just slipped my mind!” he snickered.

— isagi yoichi

with the geniuses he has to keep up with, you’re a total walk in the park for him ;p

mega caretaker, he’s super good at protecting you in uncomfortable environments. i feel like he has a weighted blanket somewhere in his room to cover you with, cause he knows it makes you feel safe.

he lowk overprotective sometimes though. he knows his friends like bachira and raichi are a bit more on the raucous side, so he doesn’t hang out with them when he’s with you until like… 2 years into your relationship (they lowk didnt even know he had a partner). in those two years, he only introduced you to his peaceful friends like nagi, hiori, iemon, and kuon

he doesn’t fight you too much about if you have a routine. he has a luck routine and his spacial awareness makes him really meticulous about how things happen, so he’s gets your struggle :x

he tried learning sign language. he really tried… but there was so much signs; for an entire month, his search history was ‘how do i say [thing] in sign language’

he ended up only learning the alphabet, numbers, and basic words like please and hungry. now when you go non-verbal, he simply just opens his notes app for you to type ;p

he, like bachira, loves your yap. its like his personal podcast fr. he likes to let you sit on the kitchen counter and yap, while he washes dishes. he also likes putting on wireless headsets and listen to your voice messages while he practices, or works out at the gym.

“are you absolutely sure you wanna meet them?” isagi asks. “babe, theyre my friends, but theyre also kind of annoying.” he warns you. of course he meant it lovingly… you nod. “yup! they’re your friends, yoi. i wanna meet them..!”

he sighs and nods. “fine… don’t say i didn’t warn you…” he opens the door. you recognize kunigami, he’s talking with chigiri. “isagi! there you areee~!” a boy with a bob-cut hums. “ah, bachira… this is s/o.” isagi points to you. “ooh~! nice to meet you! im bachira meguru. so you’re the one isagi’s been hiding?”

“don’t overwhelm them too much…” isagi sighs, he pulls you away carefully, bringing you in kunigami’s direction. if you settled in with people you were already acquainted with, then you should probably adjust better. that was isagi’s conclusion. “if any of them pester you, just tell me, okay?”

you nod, a bit saddened at your’s and bachira’s conversation’s sudden end. “im not a kid, yoi. you don’t have to worry over me or anything.” isagi frowns. “hnn… i just don’t want my friends overstimulating you. they might be too much for you, babe.” he explains. at that moment, igaguri suddenly yelled out at gagamaru for taking one of his gyozas, making you instinctively cover your ears.

“seeee?” he points out. “okay… point taken… but, i can still deal with it. if im uncomfortable, ill just tell you, okay?” you offer, trying to compromise. isagi looks around, weighing the possibilities before nodding. “finee…”

that day actually went quite well, you were able to keep up with all of them without getting overstimulated. that night, isagi had his face in his pillow, his face being that of death and grief. ‘they dont need me anymore… theyre gonna end up hanging out with my friends more than me…’ he mumbles.

— tetchou suehiro

another lowk might be autistic (but in a diff way)

he isnt too sure about what to do when you’re overstimmed. so, he usually just takes you to a quiet place and sits down with you until you’re calmer.

hes hella conflicted on whether or not he should introduce you to the hunting dogs. his line of work is pretty dangerous after all, and his co-workers aren’t exactly… pacifists 💀

he ends up deciding not to though. worst comes to worst, he just introduces you 5 years in to your relationship— thats what he thinks.

he doesnt mind your routine. he, himself, is pretty eccentric, so you two are just okay with each other’s quirks :x

tetchou doesnt care when you go non-verbal. lol. okay joke, its more like, he’s also very quiet, he doesn’t even actually notice that you two havent talked to each other for 14 hours.

but when the two of you are talking, he is still as quiet as ever. it’s usually you yapping and tetchou asking questions once in a while. never though, does he ever interrupt you when you talk; always waits for you to finish what you’re saying so you dont lose your train of thought 🫡

tetchou spreads some spicy ranch on his pancakes. it was a pretty good combo. he sat at the dining table, as he heard your alarm clock ring.

first thing you do when you wake up, stretch then use the bathroom. tetchou has your routine memorized by now. second, have cereal for breakfast. third, get dressed. fourth, check if your bag has everything you need. he continues his own routine, and you complete yours, until it’s time to head to work.

you’re double, triple, quadruple checking your bag, making sure you didn’t leave anything. tetchou finished lacing up the strings of his boots before he rises back. “ready for work?” he asks, taking his own little peek into your bag.

“uhuh” you nod. tetchou hums, noticing the charger you left on the counter, and slipping it into your bag. “now you are…”. you gasp, “so that’s what i forgot… thank you, chou..” you say. his deep voice vibrates in his throat as he leans in and kisses you, “stay safe. call me if you need anything.” you wrap your arms around his neck.

last part of your routine, hug and kiss tetchou before leaving for work.

— osamu dazai

he lowk adhd u feel?

when youre overstimmed, he lets you lay on his shoulder while he pats your back and brushes your hair. times like this are his personal favorites, it’s when the world is quiet and no one but you and him exists.

defdefdef introduces you to the ADA members. he finds you similar to kyoka, and always encourages you to hang out with her.

adding on that, he sort of sees akutagawa in you… is akutagawa also autistic? hmm… either way, hes a criminal! he cant let his partner interact with a criminal! — the criminal says after diner dashing again.

the routine thing doesnt really work for dazai either… it’s either you break up with him or let him wake up at 4:00 to eat noodles and rearrange the layout of his dorm, bestie… (just leaves his pot in the sink btw, he a bum like that)

actually knows sign language! dont ask me why he knows, bc i dunno either. he just does :x

he also loves to listen to your yap. actual yapper x yapper. you two’s conversations are lowk exhausting though. you both interrupt each other and talk until you’re both breathless. HAHAHAAH

sluuuuuuurp!

you’re waken up by the loud, really gross, squelching sounds of dazai’s saucy noodles as he slurps them up. the sound is uncomfortable— really uncomfortable.

“s—samu… dont… too loud…” you groan, trying to cover your ears. dazai perks up, “ah, did i wake you..? awh, im sorry, dear..!” he apologizes. even though dazai truly meant it, for some reason it just sounded like sarcasm. “uhuh… j…just dont do it again… trying to sleep…” you hum. “got it… go back to sleep, sweets”

for the rest of the night, you sleep well. dazai makes sure to remain veeeery quiet, taking bites of his noodles rather than slurping, carrying his feet, and using all of his hidden muscles to carry his bookshelf. maybe if he keeps doing this, he wont look so lanky anymore.

at around 6:30, you finally wake up again, your surroundings completely different, and you start to panic. “wh—h..huh..?” you look around. dazai’s in the closet, rolling all of his empty beer bottles into it. “hi, baby! just decided to tidy up a bit. you like?” he asks

tidy up? “tidy up, my ass..! all of your stuff is in different places..! i have to relearn my way around your dorm all over again..!” you complain. “hehe… it was for a good cause! you have your own space now in here!” he grins, opening the second to the bottom drawer in his dresser. it was tidied up, and empty.

“for me?” you ask. “mmhm.” he confirms with a hum. even though dazai was quite lazy, stubborn, and annoying, he really put effort into making you happy. just you.

[funeral]

The mirror is thus at once an object among others and an object different from all the others, evanescent, fascinating. In and through the mirror, the traits of other objects in relationship to their spacial environment are brought together; the mirror is an object in space which informs us about space, which speaks of space. In some ways a kind of picture, the mirror too has a frame which specifies it, a frame that can be either emptied or filled. Into that space . . . the mirror introduces a truly dual spatiality; a space which is imaginary with respect to origin and separation, but also concrete and practical with respect to coexistence and differentiation.

Henri Lefebvre, The Production of Space

[80pairsofcrocs]

spacial sparks || 1

Chapter warnings - drinking, the supernatural, mentions of death and funerals, black hole(?), let me know if I missed anything

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As Klaus continued his boisterous display by the door, you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. The worn wood creaked beneath his weight, a testament to the impatience that always seemed to accompany him. "Come on y/n, hurry up!" Klaus's voice resonated through the apartment, a blend of urgency and annoyance that you had grown accustomed to.

Patiently adjusting your belt, the familiar routine of preparation in the cramped space felt oddly comforting. The small apartment, while modest, held a sense of belonging that made it a sanctuary amidst the chaos of daily life. Rent was a constant worry, a threadbare budget stretched to its limits by the end of each month.

Brushing off Klaus's dramatic collapse as he lurched into the room, you let out a half-hearted chuckle. It was a familiar sight, his theatrical tendencies never failing to amuse you. "I'm ready now, so calm down and let's go," you teased, stepping lightly over his sprawled form towards the door.

As Klaus grumbled and gathered himself up, his frustration with the unseen presence lingering in the hallway was evident. You watched with a knowing smile, amused by his ongoing banter with the mischievous spirit that haunted your apartment. "Is Benerino at it again?" you quipped, your tone betraying a mix of amusement with the paranormal occurrences that resided in your shared space.

With a playful shove, Klaus nudged you aside, eager to make his way to the outside world. Rolling your eyes, you followed suit, the familiar routine of banter and camaraderie shaping the moments of your everyday life. "Make him stop laughing at me, y/n!" Klaus's plea was met with a nonchalant response as you retrieved your keys, the playful dynamic between the three of you, though you were kind of a third wheel, underlining the unique bond you shared.

You unlock the main door with its 4 different types of locks, each click echoing through the hallway, signaling the beginning of your departure. Calmly, you step out into the main hall, with a satisfied Klaus following closely behind you. As he heads towards the waiting elevator, you take a moment to secure the door once more, a routine that has become second nature to you.

Feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders, you allow Klaus to guide you into the creaky elevator, the faint scent of dust permeating the air. He presses the button for the main floors, initiating the descent from the 3rd floor. The silence envelops you until Klaus's voice breaks through the quiet.

"They'll be happy to see you, you know," Klaus affirms, his tone brimming with sincerity as he motions towards the empty space beside him. "Ben agrees," he adds, playfully nudging your tense frame.

Before you can voice your lingering doubts, Klaus interjects, emphasizing, "I've said it zillions of times - you are practically family. To all of us, you are more than welcome; it's all in your tiny little head." With a light tap on your forehead, he reassures you of his words.

Brushing away his hand with a mixture of annoyance and amusement, a smile creeps onto your face. "Thank you, Klaus. And you too, Ben," you express, extending your gratitude to the invisible presence beside him.

As the elevator doors slowly part ways and you both make your way out of the building, Klaus's smile radiates warmth, spurring you both to step out into the chilly embrace of the outdoors. The sharp bite of the cold begins to settle in, contrasting with the inviting warmth left behind inside the building.

The two of you navigate the semi-busy sidewalks, the gray and misty atmosphere lending an almost mysterious allure to the surroundings. Every corner turned reveals remnants of the previous night's rainfall, with sizable puddles scattered along the way, serving as minor obstacles in your path.

With a wary acknowledgment of the journey ahead, embarking on the somewhat arduous trek, you feel a sense of determination settle within you.

'This is shaping up to be quite a long walk...'

~~~

Both you and Klaus eventually make it to the Hargreeves manor, avoiding anybody else that could possibly be in the building, and letting Klaus guide you to his father's old office. Upon entering, Klaus, in a hushed voice, instructs, "Help me look for anything valuable," to which you respond with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, declaring, "Always ahead of you," while revealing an old-looking coin you discovered on the way in.

Observing Klaus's eyes light up with excitement, you exchange a high five before he delves into the drawers behind the desk in search of treasures. Suppressing a chuckle, you stealthily navigate the room, hopeful to uncover something of substantial value. Despite your efforts, nothing appears overly promising.

As Klaus bumps his head on the desk, emitting a soft "ouch," you roll your eyes in amusement. Detecting activity outside the door, you swiftly press against a nearby wall, edging towards the entrance. Just as you prepare to make your move, the door swings open, revealing Allison Hargreeves, whose striking beauty has evidently blossomed over the years.

Impressed by her elegance, you muse, 'No wonder she's an actress,' as she approaches the desk. A sudden clatter interrupts the moment, prompting both of you to investigate. The voice demanding, "Where's the cash, Dad?" originates from beneath the desk, followed by an unsettling noise from one of the drawers, causing you to flinch and Allison to cast a curious glance in its direction.

Revealing himself by standing up, Klaus's astonishment is palpable as he extends his arms in disbelief, creating a surprising turn of events in the room.

"Klaus? y/n? What are you guys doing here?" the matured woman asks the two greatly less mature people in the room, her eyes wide with surprise as she takes in the unexpected sight before her.

"Oh! Allison!" Klaus ignores her question, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully sidesteps her inquiry, effortlessly navigating around the desk with a casual charm that seemed second nature to him. "Klaus, quiet down, my head hurts," you chime in, unable to suppress a lighthearted tease as you give him a pointed look, your tone affectionate yet firm as you gently reprimand him for his exuberance.

"Wow, is that you?" Klaus continues, his voice tinged with genuine wonder and fondness as he closes the physical distance between himself and his sister. You can't help but smile, the warmth in your heart mirrored by the shared smiles on the faces of the siblings in front of you.

Allison, ever the observer, remained silent, her gaze shifting between the two of you as she absorbed the subtle nuances of your interaction. "Hey, come here," Klaus interrupts her contemplation, his actions speaking louder than his words as he envelops his sister in a spontaneous hug, the familial bond between them palpable even to an outsider.

"Long time," Klaus starts, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia and a touch of melancholy. "Too long—" he begins, his words trailing off briefly as he breaks away from the embrace, his gaze locking with yours before turning back to Allison. 

"-Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph," Klaus's words spill forth eagerly, his playful demeanor lightening the mood as he shoots you a conspiratorial look, seeking to involve you in the shared banter.

"Add it to my collection!" he finishes, a playful glint in his eye as he and Allison exchange eye-rolls, a silent conversation going on between them. And then, with a gentle tug on both of your wrists, Allison pulls you towards her, her tone laden with concern as she assumes a motherly role in the dynamic. 

"Just out of rehab?" she starts, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and exasperation. "y/n, I told you to stop doing that stuff, it's bad for you, you're still young." she implores, her words carrying a weight of experience and a touch of weariness born from genuine care.

In response, you tenderly reclaim your hand, your expression soft yet resolute as you meet her gaze with a mixture of understanding and gratitude. Klaus, never one to stay idle for long, interjects with an emphatic "no" that quickly morphs into a smoother attempt at deception.

"No. I'm done with all that. WE are," he concludes, his gesture encompassing both you and Allison as he seeks to reassure her of the non-existent stability, and the delusion of a brighter future echoing in his words.

Both of you release heavy sighs, him expressing mild annoyance while you feel a sense of discomfort seeping into your being.

Klaus, filled with a mix of relief and disbelief, starts to speak, expressing his inner thoughts aloud as if to solidify his own understanding. "I just came down here," he begins, his voice slowly gaining assurance, "to prove to myself, to really make it sink in, that the old man was actually dead." The ambiance of the séance provides a backdrop that seems to validate his words, adding an almost surreal quality to the moment. 

Allison, standing nearby, her demeanor a mix of curiosity and contemplation, listens intently, her focus unwavering. In a burst of jubilation, Klaus, his face breaking into a wide grin, exclaims, "And he is! He's dead. Can you believe it? Yay!" Happiness radiates from him as he claps his hands gently.

Allison tilts her head slightly, her hands casually tucked into her pockets while her attention remains fully engaged in the conversation. It is evident that she is still listening intently, the slight furrow in her brow indicating her deep contemplation of Klaus's words. 

"You know how I know?" Klaus pauses. "Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room. He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?" Klaus, ever the confident one, begins to delve further into his thoughts. 

"Plus, he would constantly be hovering in y/ns personal space, always trying to recruit her into the academy with his sick bribes." Allison's gaze lingers on Klaus, the gravity of their words hanging heavy in the air. 

It is in these moments of shared understanding that their bond as siblings grows stronger, forged in the fires of their mutual experiences and the unspoken truths that guide their actions.

"He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?" he chuckles, going to plop down in his father's office chair. You decide to go next to him and sit cross legged on the desk, smirking a bit, reminiscing about the mischievous antics that filled your younger days.

"Remember how he used to look at us? That scowl?" he rhetorically asks both you and Allison. you shake your head and look down with a smile, recalling the intense glare that could send shivers down your spine.

"Thank Christ he's not our real father so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!" Klaus exaggerates, holding his eyes open with his fingers while mocking the painting of Reginald behind him, the painted image of their stern faux father seeming to judge them even in jest.

You snort and manage to hide a laugh behind a closed fist, your other hand resting in your lap while you slouch on top of the desk, the shared laughter a small yet bonding moment in the sea of memories that tied you all together.

"Number Three, fetch Ms. Y/L/N, go make her into our Number Eight." Klaus and you found amusement in his subpar impression when a sudden new presence diverted your attention.

A commanding voice boomed through the room, indifference towards Allison. "Get out of his chair."

"Oh, brother, it's Luther!" Klaus exclaimed as he rose from the chair. Whispering in disbelief, you asked Klaus if it was indeed Luther, to which he confirmed with a chuckle before addressing the imposing figure now identified as Luther.

Attempting to break the tension, the ghost whisperer, Klaus, complimented Luther, clumsily remarking on how he had physically changed over the years. "Oh wow, Luther.. you've... really filled out through the years, huh?"

In response, Number One intervened with a stern tone, causing you to instinctively lean slightly behind Klaus, a mix of intimidation and weariness evident. "Klaus."

"Whatever, save the lecture, we were leaving anyways," Number Four declared, aiming his departure towards the office exit. The scene portrayed a mix of light-hearted banter and underlying tension between the individuals, setting the stage for the interaction that was about to unfold as the group prepared to leave Luther's presence.

"You guys can talk amongst yourselves," Klaus chuckles softly as he gestured for his companions to hold their discussion. Suddenly, Klaus is interrupted as he gets stopped in his tracks, causing you to accidentally bump into him from behind. 

"Drop it."

"Ex-squeeze me?" Klaus questions, clearly taken aback by the sudden demand.

"Drop it. Now. Does your little friend have anything?" Luther redirects the conversation towards you, prompting you to shoot him a disapproving scowl in return. However, upon closer inspection, Luther's expression softens as he recognizes you, his eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected reunion.

Initially confused, Luther notes that you look exactly as you did the last time he saw you, which was a considerable amount of time ago. 

"Alright. Alright," Klaus concedes, finally reaching into his pocket to retrieve whatever item he had taken.

"It's just an advance on our inheritance, that's all it is," Klaus elaborates, cutting Luther off before he can voice his concerns.

"There's no need to get your little panties in a bunch," Klaus concludes with a casual mutter, letting out a chuckle as he guides you out of the room, holding your hand firmly while your other hand remains securely tucked away in your pocket.

As the two of you strolled down the echoing halls of the massive structure, Klaus suddenly released your hand, prompting you to watch curiously as he delved into the depths of his jacket. Intrigued, you couldn't resist asking, "What did you get?" 

His mischievous grin hinted at a possible surprise as he turned towards you and slowly extracted a small box from his inner pocket. With an air of playful mystery, he glanced between the mysterious box and your expectant gaze before finally answering, "I have no idea," elongating the last syllable of 'idea' as he delivered his response with a charming, teasing smile. 

The unknown contents of the box seemed to hold a intrigue that matched the excitement dancing in Klaus's eyes, leaving you wondering what delightful surprise he had in store. 

This sudden turn of events added an element of intrigue to your journey through the building, heightening the sense of adventure that seemed to accompany every moment spent in Klaus's company. The playful exchange between the two of you painted a vivid picture of a bond that thrived on spontaneity and shared moments of curiosity and joy, making each walk down those echoing halls a memorable and delightful experience.

~~~

As you stand by a thick pillar, observing Klaus to prevent him from over-imbibing, you suddenly hear a familiar voice calling out your name from your right. Startled, you turn to find Diego approaching you with a knowing smirk. "Y/n," he greets you, his tone playful. Despite feeling a bit out of place in the gathering, you manage a small smile in response, meeting Diego's gaze momentarily before averting your eyes.

"I'm still expecting a 'thank you' for bailing you out. Again." His lighthearted banter breaks through your reserve, prompting a genuine chuckle from you. 

"Thank you, Diego." You add, "Again."

With a flicker of amusement in his eyes, Diego nudges you playfully and adds, "Remember, just keep your nose clean, and you'll steer clear of trouble."

You reciprocate his teasing by thanking him again, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. His friendly gesture of tousling your hair elicits an exasperated groan and a swift swat from you, resulting in another round of laughter between the two of you. 

With a shared sense of camaraderie, you and Diego exchange a knowing look, the unspoken understanding between you solidifying the bond of trust and a kind of sibling ship that continues to grow between you.

You sigh in annoyance, feeling the weight of anticipation settling in as you recognize the familiar signs of Diego preparing a grand speech. "Yeah, yeah, I know, please don't start." you respond, your voice tinged with a touch of playful exasperation.

 A moment of comfortable silence descends upon you and the knife-wielder, creating a brief respite until he breaks the tranquility with his next words.

"Can I ask you something?" Diego's voice carries a mix of hesitation and curiosity as he finally voices his query. The way he hesitates before mentioning Vanya's book piques your interest. "Have uhm... have you read Vanya's book?" His question trails off almost timidly, prompting you to shake your head in response. The visible relief that washes over Diego surprises you, leading to a slight furrowing of your brows.

"Why? Was she talking shit?" you jest, but any hint of humor fades as Diego's quick nod precedes his abrupt departure, leaving you to ponder his cryptic behavior. Lips pursed in contemplation, you make a mental note to delve into the contents of Vanya's book, sensing its potential significance.

Meanwhile, the crackling of the fireplace provides a comforting backdrop as the remaining academy members congregate in the room. Despite the warmth of the gathering, you find yourself lingering near an exit, a subtle signal of readiness to depart should your presence no longer be desired.

~~~

As Number One hesitantly initiates the impending discussion, Klaus busies himself with pouring a drink in the background. With a nod, you acknowledge the need to transition into the next phase of conversation, bracing yourself for whatever revelations or challenges may lie ahead.

Luther's newfound confidence emanated through his presence, now capturing the attention of everyone around him. "Uhm, we should probablt get this started," he vocalized his thoughts. 

"So i figured we could have a sort of memorial service." He looks around before continuing. "We could each share a few words, maybe at Dad's favorite spot."

Vanya, intrigued, questioned Luther, "Dad had a favorite spot?" The inquiry struck a chord with Luther, reminding him of the cherished moments spent under the oak tree. 

"You know, that oak tree? We used to sit out there all the time." he probed, his nostalgia evident.

A sense of displacement began to creep in as you reflected on your role within this family dynamic. Despite your constant presence and Reginald's persistent invitations to join the academy, you couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't truly your family. While Klaus shared a close relationship with you, the absence of a paternal bond with Reginald underscored the disconnect.

Interrupting the introspective moment, Klaus casually brought up refreshments, directing his inquiry to no one in particular as he strolled towards you. Startled, you instinctively retreated as Klaus playfully wrapped his arm around your shoulders, drawing attention to the two of you.

"Tea, scones, or perhaps cucumber sandwiches? Those always hit the spot," Klaus mused, creating a lighthearted ambiance in the room. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he turned to you, drawing you further into the spotlight. "You're a fan of cucumber sandwiches, right, y/n?"

Before you could respond, Luther intervened, halting Klaus's casual habits. "No smoking, Klaus," Luther reprimanded, gesturing towards the cigarette. "Dad had strict rules against smoking indoors."

Luther doesn't get an answer regarding the skirt, prompting Allison to speak up this time. "Is that my skirt?" she asks curiously, eyeing the black cloth draped around Klaus' waist. Klaus chuckles and casually responds, "Oh, yes, found it in your room." His nonchalant explanation earns him puzzled glances from everyone except you. 

"It's a tad outdated, but it's quite breathy on the bits," Klaus adds, swaying his hips playfully while the smoke from his cigarette gracefully wafts through the air. Luther intervenes, clapping to regain attention. "Let's focus on the important matters we need to discuss," he asserts. Diego, with a hint of defensiveness, questions, "Like what?" Luther's reply is direct, 

"Like the circumstances of his death." As you attempt to interject, Klaus mischievously places his smoldering cigarette between your lips, playfully petting your head. Removing the cigarette, you exhale a puff of smoke. 

Amid the ongoing chatter, Diego voices confusion about the reported cause of death being a heart attack. Uninterested in the unfolding conversation, you maintain your disengagement, convinced that the details are irrelevant to you.

--"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"--

--"Theoretically."

"Theoretically?"-- and on that note, you decide to take Klaus' arm off you and head out of the room, even though there were two people there that were telling you to come back. Despite your immediate departure, you made it clear in your mind that you were not leaving the house entirely; just the room itself. 

Additionally, you were quite confident that Vanya's elusive book had to be tucked away somewhere among the vast collection of books in the library. Determined and curious, you ventured into the 'library', or as you informally called it, the room where all these books were meticulously stacked. Slowly pacing along the towering walls, your fingers brushed against the myriad spines of books, all the while continuing to clutch the cigarette in your other hand, scanning for that one particular title. 

Finally, your search came to a standstill as your gaze landed on 'extra ordinary'. Momentarily pausing, you placed the cigarette between your lips and delicately seized the book with both hands, carefully easing it from its snug spot nestled among its companions, and proceeded to unveil its contents by flipping to the first page. 

The words 'Dad, I figured, why not' caught your attention, instantly attributing it to Reginald; however, it appeared that he had not delved into its pages. As you perused through the once-neglected book, your exploration led you to an intriguing discovery - your name etched at the beginning of a page, instantly capturing your undivided attention.

'y/n y/l/n, or, potential number eight, was a pivotal figure in our lives, she developed a close bond with Klaus, Number Four, and instantly integrated herself into the academy. Initially, y/n was like a cherished sister to us, resonating with a familial connection until the discovery of her extraordinary abilities that set her apart as something truly special within our unique sibling dynamic.'

'Her power to manipulate electricity was a source of fascination and envy for me; the way she effortlessly harnessed its raw potential to manipulate lights and even, it was hinted, to potentially resurrect individuals filled me with a mix of admiration and jealousy. I often found myself pondering why she never brought back our late brother, Ben, a thought that stirred a complex blend of emotions within me.'

'The attempts by our father to officially induct y/n as Number Eight only added to my feelings of alienation within the family, as it seemed to me that her acceptance would further marginalize my own place among the siblings. This situation fueled a sense of resentment towards y/n, intensifying my existing feelings of being an outcast within our already fractured family dynamics.'

'Reflecting on this past animosity I held towards y/n, there is now a tinge of regret that lingers within me, realizing that my younger self failed to see her as more than just a threat to my own belonging within the family. The fear of being replaced and the potential changes her acceptance could have brought to our family dynamic only amplified these emotions, leaving long-lasting scars that I still struggle to come to terms with.'

As you stood in the dimly lit room, your brows furrowed in frustration and your hands tightly clutching the book, you could feel the cigarette about to go out. The tension in the air was palpable as you made the impulsive decision to slam the book shut, despite knowing there was still more to discover within its pages. 

Disregarding the book, you carelessly tossed it onto the nearest table before beginning to pace around the room restlessly, the weight of your emotions evident in every step.

Your aimless wandering came to an abrupt halt as you found yourself standing in front of the obnoxious painting that had been a source of irritation for years on end. Your scowl deepened, and a surge of anger coursed through you. 

In a moment of reckless abandon, you lifted the cigarette to the painting and extinguished it near the bottom left corner, a sizzle breaking the silence as a small hole marred the once pristine surface.

As you dropped the now extinguished cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath your foot, your gaze remained fixed on the ruined portrait in front of you. With a mixture of defiance and resentment, you addressed the painting with a slurred voice, "Replace you?" You scoff. "I never even knew you."

Your actions embodied a sense of rebellion as you gave the painting the middle finger before leaving the library.

Feeling overwhelmed by the turbulent emotions swirling within you, you let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand wearily down your face. The need for a drink to calm your rattled nerves became increasingly apparent, prompting you to seek solace in the numbing effects of alcohol.

~~~

"Listen up, old man," you hear Klaus say as he leads you into a larger office within the expansive house. The abundance of rooms catches your attention, and you find yourself seated at a grand table with Reginald's urn positioned just inches away. 

Klaus strikes up a conversation with the urn, his animated gestures and witty remarks drawing a smile from you. "You know, if I was murdered, and if one of my sons... adopted sons... happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about.." Klaus stops suddenly, making you raise an eyebrow.

He starts laughing. "I don't know, I don't know... manifesting!" he exclaims, making your lips twitch up for a second. 

"Do the whole big angry ghost lecture." he tells the urn. "Tell everyone who did it, and find eternal peace." Klaus sighs, and you give him a small smile when he looks at you, who sits just beyond the jar of ashes.

he looks back at it. "Come on now, Reggie. Any time now." he says, elongating the end of 'now'

"...Please?" he chuckles. 

"Maybe you need to sober up." you suggest. He gasps and puts his hand over his heart.

"You're one to talk, y/n/n," Klaus muttered, his gaze suddenly shifting to the left as he dismissed the accusations thrown his way. "She's not right, bonehead, leave me alone." 

Caught in the middle of the banter, you raised your hands in a gesture of mock surrender. "See! even Benny agrees with me," you pointed out with a hint of playfulness.

But Klaus quickly silenced you with a gentle "Shush," showing his disapproval of the ongoing teasing.

Undeterred, you retorted with a casual "Asshat," the familiar insult falling on deaf ears as Klaus redirected his frustration towards the jar in front of him.

As the tension diffused, Klaus took a deep breath. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink," he confessed with a mix of surprise and amusement, his laughter filling the room.

Observing his reaction with a knowing smile, you offered, "I can go get you something if you want," showing your readiness to assist him.

Grateful for your kindness, Klaus chuckled and clapped his hands lightly, his eyes lighting up. "You would? You are such an angel!" he exclaimed, reaching out to affectionately pinch your cheeks, causing a slight discomfort in your jaw.

Politely excusing yourself, you gently removed his hand and nodded at him, allowing him some privacy to converse with his father in peace.

Or.. anything but peace.

~~~

After making your way back downstairs, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation, your eyes quickly scan the array of alcohol bottles lined up before you. Without even pausing to consider the consequences, your hand moves almost instinctively toward the nearest bottle. 

The satisfying pop as you effortlessly remove the cap fills the air, and as you bring the bottle to your lips, the familiar name 'Bacardi' catches your eye, momentarily piquing your interest.

With a mix of hesitance and excitement, you take that first sip, the sharp burn as the liquid traverses your throat causing your face to contort slightly in discomfort. You swallow quickly, the aftertaste lingering in your mouth as you collect your thoughts, steeling yourself to perhaps offer the drink to Klaus.

A sudden noise from upstairs startles you, the sound of music filtering down, instantly recognizable. 'I think we're alone now. Tiffany. Cool,' you muse to yourself, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you let the catchy tune play through your mind.

Turning your attention back to the task at hand, you notice the revelry happening throughout the house, the distant sounds of laughter and dancing barely registering as you focus on finding a drink more to your liking. Your fingers delicately trace the labels of various high-end spirits, a sense of luxury and indulgence filling the air as you seek out a perfect match.

Finally, your hand settles on a timeless favorite: vodka. The simple yet potent allure of the clear liquid is not lost on you as you mentally acknowledge your preference with a satisfied grin. Clutching the bottle securely, a sense of finality washes over you, the decision made, and you set off determinedly to rejoin Klaus.

Right as you are about to, a loud 'whoosh' is heard from outside. The sudden noise startles you, causing you to swiftly turn around, adrenaline already pumping through your veins, preparing yourself for a potential confrontation. Yet, your tension eases as you glance through the nearest window only to be met with the peculiar sight of a massive, vibrant blue entity looming in the distance.

Perplexed, you tilt your head in confusion, momentarily frozen by the unusual spectacle. The commotion of the Hargreeves siblings rushing outdoors snaps you out of your daze, prompting you to follow suit. Stepping outside, a gust of wind greets you, forcing your eyes to squint against its force and shielded from the blinding, azure radiance.

With one hand shielding your eyes and the other instinctively clutching the glass bottle, you inch closer to the enigmatic object, drawn by a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Amidst the chaos, Vanya's voice cuts through the wind, "What is it?"

Allison's urgent warning rings out, "Don't get too close!", urging caution as you exchange a shrug with her, innocent yet intrigued. 

"Yeah, no shit!" "Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly." Luther starts. "Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two." "Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan!" Diego retorts.

You find yourself embracing the vodka bottle more tightly, torn between fascination and fear as you fixate on the swirling vortex, uncertain of your next move within this surreal situation.

"Out of the way!" you hear a frantic voice shout from behind you, causing you to quickly pivot and catch sight of Klaus sprinting towards you with a fire extinguisher in hand. His urgency apparent, he hurls the extinguisher into the wisps of blue flames ahead.

"What are you..." Luther starts to question, only to be cut off by Allison's skeptical inquiry, "What is that gonna do?"

"I don't know. Do you have a better idea?" Klaus poses the question to her and then takes decisive action, moving towards you and positioning himself behind you. His hands firmly grip your arms, anchoring you in place while he crouches down as a shield.

"Everybody get behind me," Luther commands as he steps in front of the group with arms outstretched. "Yeah, get behind us," Diego echoes, attempting to position himself in front of Luther.

"Idiots," you whisper under your breath, still tightly holding onto the vodka. "I vote for running, c'mon!" Klaus interjects urgently as the vortex crackles and sparks with electricity, prompting you to arch an eyebrow and purse your lips in a mix of concern and curiosity.

Klaus tugs at you, attempting to pull you away, but you stubbornly stand your ground, rooted to the spot as your gaze shifts to an old man on the other side of the portal, his cries adding to the chaos.

You furrow your brows as the person inside gets closer to the group of you, and you feel yourself tense up, not knowing if he is some kind of threat. Every muscle in your body tenses, poised to react to the approaching figure. 

Uncertainty clouds your thoughts as you watch the person nearing, a mix of fear and apprehension gripping you. Your heart quickens its pace, echoing the unease that swirls within you.

Before you can do anything else, the old man turns younger, and falls onto the dirty ground, and the vortex closes, the wind stops, and the bright light fades. The bizarre scene unfolds before your eyes, the unexpected transformation leaving you bewildered as the man collapses onto the ground. 

The sudden shift in age bewilders you, adding to the already surreal atmosphere. As the vortex seals shut and the howling wind subsides, a sense of eerie calm settles over the scene.

Klaus stands up completely behind you, still holding onto your arms for dear life. Your shoulders still tense, and you grip the bottle tighter than ever. Klaus's presence behind you offers a sliver of reassurance, though his desperate grip on your arms only serves to heighten the tension running through you. Your shoulders remain rigid, the bottle clutched in your hand like a lifeline, the familiar pressure offering a semblance of security amidst the chaos.

The unfamiliar boy stands up, and you notice that the clothing he has on looks a couple sizes too big for him. The boy seemed to recognize everybody, but when his eyes met yours they widened before a split second before looking down at himself. 

As the unfamiliar boy rises, his oversized clothing swallows his frame, a subtle detail that captures your attention amid the unusual sequence of events. You observe the recognition dancing in his eyes, a shared connection with the group, until his gaze locks briefly with yours, a momentary flicker of surprise crossing his features before he averts his eyes to his ill-fitting garments.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus says from behind you. 

'Number five?' you wondered to yourself, lips parting in confusion and curiosity and your figure becoming more relaxed. Klaus's words ring out, stirring a cascade of questions that tumble through your mind. 

The mention of 'Number Five' sparks a sense of intrigue and puzzlement within you, prompting your lips to part in bewilderment as you contemplate the cryptic reference. Despite the lingering confusion, a subtle wave of calm washes over you, melting the tension that had gripped you moments before.

"Shit"

~~~

A/N : yay first chapter done! and don't worry, you aren't just going to be some high and drunk idiot the whole time. character development is key. see you tomorrow <3

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[on-the-clear-blue]

Not DDD but some tooth rotting fluff with Dadwing that I had written a while ago.

Dick had always had a kinda 6th sense when it came to Damian, they had been Batman and Robin together, *the* dynamic duo! So he knew when his little brother was upset, more so than usual.

It started after a failed capture, the Riddler had been out of Arkham for over 3 weeks, the longest that he had been out for quite some time.

Bruce had finally found Eddie's hiding spot and was staking him out for some time, trying to determine whether the Riddler was truly there or this was once again a decoy safe house.

Bruce regretfully has the communication skills of a particularly grumpy slug and failed to properly give Damian the brief on what he was doing after joining his father from a round of patrols with Dick.

It really truly wasn't Damian's fault that he rushed in and only really succeeded in flushing out the Riddler and driving him to ground once more.

And once again, Bruce the grumpy slug scowled, let out a grunt and demanded Damian back to the cave, further not explaining why Bruce tried to stop him from taking down the Riddler and why he didn't pursue.

---

Dick was surprised to come out of the locker rooms of the cave to his youngest brother, practically shaking with rage as he not so carefully pulled off his suit, and what was the most concerning to Dick was the quiet, but still angry mutterings coming from the boy.

Dick felt a pang in his chest at the words, his Arabic was not the best but he could tell more than a few foul words slipping from Damians lips, taking a small breath to prepare, Dick slowly approached his little brother, holding his hands up in surrender even before speaking.

"Hey Babybat? Dami? You okay kiddo? What are you-" Dick stopped mid sentence at the scathing glare that was leveled at him, blinking a few times as his brother collected himself enough to speak clearly, but his voice was rough with emotion, and his accent that was usually hidden away came back harder. (Something that Dick realized that Jason and Damian shared, the angrier they are the more they go back to their roots.)

"Do not attempt to placate me Richard, I am not playing your foolish games nor am I wanting to speak of my feelings, so I simply ask you to leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." At the end the boys words were ground out as he threw down the Robin chest plate and stromed past Dick, heading to the showers.

---

Dick knew it was a little bit risky, but something was clearly upsetting his little brother greatly, so here he was, standing outside of Damians room, letting out a small sigh, Dick softly knocked on the door.

Two short, one long: U

Three long: O

One long, one short, one long: K

Morse code, one of the first no vocal languages that all the birds and the Bats knew, Dick and Damian had used it more than a few times on the field.

The only thing that Dick received from that was a dull thud of something being thrown at the door and the much softer sound of it falling to the floor, but the rest of the room was an inky black.

Letting out a sigh, the oldest of the Wayne children grabbed onto the doorhandle and slowly turning it, pushing the door in as he popped his head in, seeing the sacrificed plush animal laying on the ground where it was thrown

Dick felt guilty being glad it wasn't a knife.

"Dami? Little D? Kiddo I am going to come in..."

Opening the door more, Dick slipped into the dark room, spacial awareness helped Dick circumvent the few basic traps laid around his little brothers room, and made his way over to the boy's bed.

Eyes adjusting to the dark quickly, Dick could see the small outline of his brother shaking under the covers, looking so small in the king-sized bed, sitting on the edge, Dick laid a hand on where he thinks Damians hip is, feeling his heart break a little at the small jump he felt as he did.

"Can you talk to me? Please? I want to help kiddo." The only response he got was a shaky drawn in breath and the form under the blankets shifting, sitting up and revealing his younger brother.

His jade green eyes practically glowed in the dark of the room, Damians glare more tired than angry.

(It was times like these that Dick had to force himself to believe that Damian was just his brother, that the boy was not his son, wasn't the boy he raised for a year and a half as his own)

Shuffling closer to the center of the bed, Dick softly placed his forehead on the boy's own before pulling back after a second, he had learnt that little touches of affection got him a lot farther (and a lot less stabbed) with Damian.

Sitting back Dick watched as Damian crawled over, closing the distance between them and leaned his head onto Dicks shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in several deep breaths, calming himself even further.

Dick didn't dare move while Damian re-centered only snaking his arms around the smaller boy once he felt Damian go slack against him, softly cradling Damian in his arms as he pressed a soft kiss to the boy's spiky locks.

They stayed that way for a while, Dick gently rocking them both as he held his younger brother, silently waiting for Damian to speak first.

"...Father is an idiot..."

Blinking at the words that finally came out, Dick took it in stride, "For a man that is called the worlds greatest detective he can't see two feet in front of him when his loved ones are involved."

Silence lapsed after a little while, only breaking again as Damian pulled back from the hug, staring into Dicks powder blue eyes,

"...is it bad that some days I hate him Baba?" The words crush him, hitting at Dicks heart far worse than anything he had felt before, throat raw and itchy suddenly, Dick tried to not let Damians choice of words affect him.

(Dick has never heard Dami call Bruce Baba, only a ever respectful Father.)

"I-I, Um...I have felt way about B more than a few times Dames...He tries his best but sometimes...some times I do" There was a shine to Damians eyes as he looked into Dicks as the man continued softly "But I don't think it's bad...no I think you are just growing up...It...it's the beginning to when your seeing B how he can truly be like." (A scornful son of a bitch, only that Martha was a wonderful woman...)

Damians face grew distraught, and the shine pooled until soft tears ran down the boys face, "I do not wish to hate Father, but why can he simply not...speak to me? He has not spoke to me outside of case work for over three days and even during that no more than a few words..." leaning his head against Dicks shoulder, the boy's words were muffled slightly as he continued

"Is...is it wrong to expect more from him Baba?"

Dick didn't have any words for his Damian, because he sure as shit isn't Bruce's at the moment, sweeping the boy up into his arms, Dick hled him close while laying the two of them down, Dick on his back and his boy on his chest.

Running a hand through Damians soft hair, Dick thought hard of what to say, "I will speak to him...and maybe Tim...I know you two still have disagreements but honestly for some reason he listens to Tim more than even Alfred...you deserve so much more than that kiddo..."

Dick felt the soft shakes as Damian cried ontop of him, it broke the man's heart to smithereens that even while overwhelmed by emotions his boy still felt the need to try and be as quiet as possible.

Once he felt Damians shudders slow, an the boys breathing came back to a normal rate, Dick reached into his pants and pulled out his phone, "I think we both gotta unwind a little bud...have I ever shown you Bob Ross?"

---

(They watch till the sun peaks through the black out curtains, well, it plays that long, but the two where asleep for a lot longer than that.)

(Bruce gets a very long talking too by his kids, and gets the cowl taken away from him until he gets therapy)

(It only works a little.)

(He made a new one)

[ledesaid]

"Does anyone else want dessert? ╚░╚

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Indigestion

A word unknown to Billy until about twenty minutes ago. Dinner at the Kent house, according to Clark, tended to end with all the guests completely and totally full.

Billy prayed to Ares that nothing would befall humanity for the next few days. It would be a real miracle if he could pronounce the wizard's name in that state.

"Does anyone want dessert?"

Billy practically fell asleep at the kitchen table.

"Oh heavens, Martha, the boy can't take anymore."

"No problem, Billy, a good piece will be waiting for you at breakfast."

The nearly adolescent boy thanked them tiredly and couldn't argue when Clark took him to his old room. He vaguely heard Clark say he'd sleep in Conner's room and everything faded before his full stomach.

The morning surprised him with a spectacular aroma and his feet led him to a table full of pancakes and scrambled eggs with bacon.

"Good morning, Billy! Come sit down. Jonathan and Clark are returning from the market, and while they arrive, you can eat the strawberry pie from yesterday, it only had that cover."

Billy took the pie; the soft and fluffy crust finally melted in his mouth. It was the first time his mouth had salivated for one to this extent.

"It's delicious, Mrs. Kent."

"Please, just call me Martha or Mom, that's how Clark's friends know me."

"I'll try to remember, Mrs. Martha."

It had been a long time since he referred to someone as his mother, not since he was four years old, but he didn't want an old memory to ruin his stay.

He was at peace. He wasn't have much to do back in Fawcett.

With the mayor taking care of installing the new social help center, Billy could shorten his rounds in the city and, happily, his shift at the League was starting in two days. The Watchtower, after seven years of service, had fallen, but that’s a story for another day.

Billy had noticed he had anemia from reducing his food rations. The spacial buffet had ended abruptly, a hard blow to Billy’s budget.

Returning to his routine to resupply was harder than expected... and the curious fact that the captain could show symptoms of his clear malnutrition made Clark try many ways to invite him to eat with his family... Had he known how well his mother cooked, he would have accepted that invitation years ago.

Krypto barked.

In less time than he expected, everyone had breakfast, but Billy swore the food on his plate multiplied and he ended up back on the living room sofa taking a quick rest.

"Does anyone want flan?"

At some point in his nap, Billy wanted to try it, but he fell asleep again.

Clark woke him up wearing overalls.

"Do you want to learn how to milk a cow? I can meet you the new calf."

"Of course!"

Time passed so quickly that Billy found himself sitting again at the Kent house table enjoying a pork chop, too juicy... Billy wondered if that’s how they should taste, but his stomach made a decision, that definitely had to be the standard for chops.

"Does anyone want chocolate cake?"

That Martha had prepared that cake and Billy forgot he had to leave immediately thinking about eating it at dinner was a coincidence. One that repeated for the next days, weeks, months... Maybe Billy realized it wasn't a coincidence, but he had already been living with the Kents for practically three years.

"Does anyone else want dessert?"

Billy was sure he did.

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

To Live In Color Bookbinding Tutorial(s)

Here's how I turned To Live In Color into a book.

This fantastic book binding tutorial by @armoredsuperheavy was incredibly helpful and insightful. It taught me how to format the fic in a Word document. I cannot overstate how detailed and wonderful this tutorial is.

After winning a battle of wills against Word headers, I sent the PDF to a printer in order for it to be printed in color. Shockingly, color was important for the artwork in a story whose title and main theme is about color. I used Armored Super Heavy's method for sewing signatures together using linen ribbon for stability. I took no chances on my masterpiece.

I used this bookbinding tutorial from youtuber Bitter Melon Bindery as a guide for the construction of the book. Two cutting boards still covered in cellophane and two clamps as my bookbinding press were my pressing tools. Is it fancy? No. Is it cheap and does the job? Yes. After the spine was glued, I cut the edges for a smooth, polished look using a box cutter and metal ruler. This was the most nerve wracking step, and the one I struggled with the most, honestly. Mistakes were made. Fine grit sandpaper was key for fixing them and achieving a smooth, professional look. Then I added mull (or the closest fabric I could find acting as mull) to strengthen the spine. I made two copies of the book, one for myself and one for @sparrowmoth, who was the biggest cheerleader for this fic. Seriously, their comments (and friendship which started because of this fic) were so wonderful that I'm gifting them a physical copy.

I measured and cut the book board. The cover is meant to look like Wylan's waistcoat in the fic, Cinderella blue with eye catching silver and blue embroidery. Sparrowmoth helped me design an embroidery pattern to fit the dimensions of the cover. The final design is an adjusted version of this embroidery pattern from Bella Savory on Etsy. I did buy the pattern, for the record. I would have liked the pattern to swoop diagonally across the cover (as pictured above on paper), but the narrow length made this difficult.

I cannot tell you how many times I drew this pattern. First, it was copied onto paper and also copied onto the reverse side of the paper. Then, it copied (backwards) onto the interfacing which was then ironed onto the wrong side of the blue satin used for the cover. All of this was a spacial awareness nightmare for me to make sure it was on the correct side of the cover and facing the correct direction. Woof. Finally, I held the satin up to the light and retraced the pattern AGAIN with pen onto the front of the satin.

I have no real experience embroidering, other than using a simple back stitch once for cosplay. But I looked up stitch tutorials online and made two practice samplers (once exactly as instructed by the original pattern I bought, and once with the modified pattern, satin fabric, and satin silver floss) before attempting the final version. It's not perfect, but I am very proud of how it turned out.

I then turned the satin fabric into bookcloth by using a double sided adhesive (shown with the square paper) and blue tissue paper. The color was not necessary because it's not seen when finished, I was just being extra. The adhesive had the added benefit of securing the back of the embroidery. Then I glued the cover boards. The glue warped the boards, but they were easily fixed by placing the text block between and pressing it down overnight with a heavy textbook.

Unfortunately, the corners were a mess. The satin frayed easily despite being glued and I was forced to use metal corner covers to prevent the fabric from damage. The corner covers actually worked in my favor. Now I like the look of them. They definitely make the book seem more polished and fairy tale fancy.

Finally, I glued the textblock to the cover, completing the book. It's not perfect by any means, but it is my masterpiece. Every part of the book (except for Sparrow's artwork) was created by me. I wrote the story, formatted the text, created all of the other artwork including the title image with the butterflies, and embroidered the cover. It was a labor of love from beginning to end. I am so proud of my fanwork-turned-book.

[akutasoda]

hotdog 🤯

Imagine Dazai with a reader who was once his friend before he became an executive, and left once he met chuuya. Only leaving a note claiming they had better things to do. Then when Dazai is in the ADA he sees them again and readers changed a lot and refused to speak to him. The only reason he gets is the past is in the past so stay there.

-🫛Anon!

better off in the past

synopsis - you decide a childhood friend should remain in your childhood

includes - dazai

warnings - gn!reader, angst no comfort, dazai's kinda scummy, wc - 2.6k

a/n: 🤯 - this is the new rewritten version as of 20/03!

taglist - @vi-chan07

you had met dazai when he was a scrawny boy that was around your age. you had caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye while you were out and the sight of him practically hunched over in an alley made you pity him. to you, he simply seemed like a child who had no friends and you were determined to change that.

sure his appearance was a little bit worse than it seemed from a distance - unkempt brown hair, bandages galore, and not to be rude but a rather weird taste in clothes, i mean what sort of child wore a full on suit - but you weren't to be deterred. you managed to slip away from any company you had and made your way over to the sketchy boy. some people may say you had absolutely zero spacial awareness but you had a feeling. he was a lonely child and you could sense no form of danger.

your cheery voice called out to him and he spun heel. it was a voice that really contrasted the cold, mocking words he'd hear on the day and so to say he was shocked would be accurate. he merely wished for a little while to himself. some time away from the horrors that awaited him back in the dreaded, looming building that was the port mafia base. sure an alleyway wasn't exactly a contrast but it was better than any stuffy room with the same brick. he didn't really expect anyone to notice him, or if they did they'd have more public awareness and choose not to disturb him. so seeing someone that willingly actually came and over to talk to him, left him surprised - he could've guessed if anyone did it would be a child that seemed to be his age maybe younger.

you would come to learn his off-putting appearance really wasn't a problem it was his off-putting attitude. when you first tried to introduce yourself or even get some kind of conversation out of the boy, you were just met with a cold hard silence as he stared you down. his gaze sort of made you feel small despite him seemingly being around the same age as you, maybe attempting to talk to him was a mistake. however if chhildren were known for one thing it would be a rather oblivious and joyfull nature which paired with you're unrelenting attitude would mean you eventually would earn a disinterested sigh and for the boy to finally stop glaring at you and ask you in a flat tone what you wanted.

you didn't really want to come off as rude, so in the nicest way possible you told him how you thought he looked so lonely and you wanted to change that.

dazai didn't take it as a nice senitiment. he instead took it as pity and he didn't want pity from someone like you. why you were so insistent on talking with him? it was now clear as day to him that you clearly had no sense of danger if you were talking to someone like him in an alley. he wanted to walk away anf leave, he truly had no business being with you but for some reason his body was betraying him. his legs stayed firmly rooted to the spot as you continued to try and strike conversation with him - to which he would eventually cave to. it wasn't much but to you it was an absolute triumph.

he would answer you witha few huffs or sighs and the most that you got out of him verbally was a command to leave him alone and after he spat those words out he finally got himself to turn and leave. you were slightly offended by his attitude but decided to not let it get the best of you, afterall he was a very weird boy in an alleyway - maybe it would've been weirder if he was nice. you decided then and there that if you ever saw him again you'd give him a piece of your mind. and you kept that promise. as not even a week later you found the strange boy and did exactly that. dazai still couldn't understand why he didn't just leave and instead still let you complain at him.

your second encounter with him wasn't much different from it's predecessor. you carried out a very one sided conversation with him - after you complained at him. and eventually he turned cold again, as if he was finally registering that he couldn't indulge in such encounters, before leaving. by the time you saw him a third time, it no longer seemed like a coincidental meeting as each time he was rooted to the exact same spot always looking like he was expecting you - if you ever brought any of that up he'd leave immediately but still show up again another time.

he reminded you of a stubborn cat, perhaps it would be too cruel to refer to the boy as a scrawy stray cat that took the affection he could tolerate before leaving again - now that you thought about you still didn't know his name. you had met him each week in the exact same spot about four times now and you still didn't know his name. it would be the fifth time, after you realised, where you finally pressed him for his name. he seemed hesitant to tell you at first but he very quickly said his name a bit quieter than you would've liked but you still caught it.

it was around the seventh meeting where you started designating him nicknames. you felt weirdly close to dazai after seven weeks of talking to him. sure if you told anyone else they probably would think he was some sort of imaginaring friend or be concerned that you were going insane and judge you but you could feel something between you and him. you knew very well it was one sided but you had hopes he too would eventually see you as a friend and make it less awkward for you - the same way all your conversations were practically one sided.

whenever you met with dazai, you'd tell him all about your day and any new ideas or thoughts you had/created. it may seem weird or a little bit crrepy that he liked listening to you but it made him feel normal. despite being roughly the same age you were so different to him. you lived a life of an actual child and you had a more nurturing upbringing than he had. so him hearing about your life made him imagine himself alongside it, he could imagine having the life you had and that made him feel happy.

he would listen diligently to your stories and day to day happenings and even made mental notes of anything that interested him so he could have a follow up next week. gradually, week by week he became less standoffish and eventually wouldn't always leave with a harsh tone. instead he started visibly lighting up if you called him your friend - much like a curious cat in your opinion.

and after experiencing almost all his harsh words and nature you still couldn't believe how he cut you off. dazai never told you about his life and you never really minded but you guess you probably should of taken that as a warning. you had no clue what kind of life he had and if anything by the fact you met him in an alley, it probably wasn't good. he didn't tell you he became a mafia executive and he had no plans on doing so, instead he planned to cut you off.

originally he just planned to disappear and so he started skipping weeks of seeing you but he really should've just stopped showing up. each and every time you saw him after a longer time of not seeing him, he would see the way your eyes visibly lit up and you always managed to coax him to stay and talk. but then he really started disappearing and became colder again, you hated it as he always dismissed any questions and it made you rather annoyed. you thought he'd atleast give you a reason but no, maybe that was too kind of an assumption. you felt bad about no longer being excited to see him but you always dismissed those feelings when you were reminded of how he now treated you.

so it didn't exactly surprise you when he stopped showing up. it had been atleast a month and you finally accepted you wouldn't see him again. it saddened you but you tried to not let it get to you especially after finding the note. you originally glossed over the scrumpled ball of paper on the floor where he normally stood, mere trash was all you thought it was but when you accidentally kicked it you saw splotches of ink and felt compelled to open it up.

you weren't surprised by it's contents in any way shape or form, if anything it stung slightly and made a bitter anger bubble inside of you. he clearly hadn't put a single thought into it and probably only did it as some sort of final show of how little the time he spent with you ment to him. the scrumpled piece of papersome tears in some places and had lazy, half finsihed strokes of ink on it that barely made out the message -

'don't look for me, my time is precious and needed somewhere more important and necessary'

and at the bottom was a scribble with a million lines through it. the name clearly crossed out but you knew. you thought you atleast deserved the decency of a signed note. sure it hurt you but if you were being honest you tried preparing yourself for this ever since he started not showing up.

dazai had always been half torn between writing you that note or actually having the confidence to face you in person and tell you. unfortunately, his deciding factor was chuuya. to him chuuya was much more useful to him, someone he saw himself actually getting along with instead of you - the lowly civillian that somehow managed to keep him meeting up with you. and so eventually he felt barely any remorse for not saying goodbye properly and he even considered scrapping the note but he thought you deserved some kind of finalality - he reckoned you'd still wait for him otherwise. and while he spent a lot of his time on missions with chuuya, his mind would still sometimes drift to you but never for too long. he didn't care that much. right?

you hadn't seen dazai for the rest of your childhood. you eventually came to not care in the slightest, some childhood friends leave along the way and that was inevitable and so you didn't think about what you could've done for him to change on you so suddenly. instead you focused on everyone and everything else in your life that actually made you feel happy. however your word's would contradict yourself when you still held onto the note. you didn't know why and you never thought about it too much.

however what you hadn't known was that dazai had come a long way and actually grew as a person. he would openly admit to himself that he wasn't exactly a welcoming or polite child, he was a menace who hurt those around him - fitting for the 'demon prodigy'. he could blame the mafia all he wabted but he knew it all come down to him at the end of the day.

his time in hiding after leaving the mafia did give him time to reflect on the people he hurt as a child. from those he didn't even know the names of, to those that he was actually close to. he was fully aware of his actions and it pained him knowing it toom the death of a very, very dear friend for him to realise this. how many people would he have to lose to become a better person? he still held very brief memories of you but only negative ones. he could remember how harsh he was, how dismissive he was of you, all because he didn't want to admit he enjoyed your presence.

somewhere along the line he would start to wonder if you'd ever get the chance to meet him now. working at the agency had made him realise many things and he was confident he was only going to keep growing as a better person. sure he was still far from perfect but atleast the him now wouldn't be as scummy and cowardly to leave a rather harsh note to stop you talking to him because he found someone else - he realises now you weren't some means of disposable company. if you had seen how much he had grown would you wantbto talk to him again? was it too out there for him to wish that he could make it right, to apologise properly? and the answer would be yes.

you still lived in yokohama and part of you used to worry about meeting dazai randomly in the streets but now you realise how silly that was. you never actually ever saw him after you found that letter, it was really like he vanished into thin air. he thought it was the luckiest day of his life when he spotted you in the distance. you obviously had grown older and looked slightly different but he could tell it was you and he wasn't going to let this chance go.

you felt the opposite. you thought it was the worst day when you heard someone call out to you just to turn around and see it was dazai. rather ironic in your eyes. again, obviously older but how could you really forget those brown locks and he still adorned bandages - less but still. after all these years you finally came face to face with the man who, as a child, was rather ruthless in cutting you off. not having the deceny to make it a smooth let down and you really couldn't imagine that kind of denial from someone that young.

you could tell he had a lot to say and based on his opening sentence you knew it would be an apology. unfortunately for him you didn't want an apology. you were over him as a friend and you didn't want to go back to being friends after all these years. some may call you petty but you thought it was justified. but he couldn't tell and all he could think about was finally telling you how much he thought about you lately, how much he felt he wronged you and if you would ever consider befriending him- your voice broke his thoughts and words. you told him point blank you didn't care anymore and he shouldn't either. it was time for him to let go aswell and realise you should stay in his murky past.

you wouldn't let the dejected look ln his face trick you as you simply told him that the past was the past and that was where he would stay. you advised him to do the same. it would be rather unhealthy for the both of you to continue a friendship from all those years ago that went so wrong. it didn't matter to you how much he changed and now you just wanted to get along with your life.

for the first time in ages, dazai really couldn't understand. after all these years he finally had the chance to set things right but he now knew that was too much to ask for. now he had to watch you walk away from him like he did to you all those years ago. except you had the decency to actually tell him in person.

[rosesradio]

Frank's muscles. He's just enormous, 7 feet tall built like a tank, probs near 400 pounds or more… and nobody knows just how horny he is all the time bc how nice and demure he acts in public. little do they know…

Not the Frank anon you’re referencing BUT I SECOND

this…single-handedly got me through my hectic day today, just thinking about all the possibilities with frank 👉👈 like screw it i actually do like him and i’ll single-handedly bring more attention to him myself 💌

big fan of frank being, well, big, but also still being the sweetest guy and a little clumsy because he just doesn’t have spacial awareness sometimes, like he tries not to think about how big he is.

he also doesn’t want people to have that insight on his potential desires because he feels like borderline predatory for them? which is so sad bc it’s perfectly reasonable for him to have those desires, but he just feels like he would hurt anyone he’s with. but he wants to feel pleasure too 🥺 sometimes he wants to be manhandled into doing what his partner wants (it’s all for show, he could overpower any of them), but sometimes he wants to have a partner that he can overpower and make submit to him and utterly wreck—he’s got good switch potential

now to go through some thoughts with each of the seven (+ nico):

with hazel, she’s the one who’s able to break down those walls he has up and get him to confess how he feels (the thought of him literally crying from sexual frustration?? but he also just feels so bad for how he feels because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone?? Good Shit 👀). she would be the one to reassure him that she does want him in every possible way, even if it might take some time for her to train to his size. they would have a lot of fun testing out different toys, and frank would be so grateful and loving towards her that he would definitely be a munch a lot of the time 👀 the first time hazel is able to fully take his size, she settles down to ride him with shaking legs. Frank puts his large hands on her thighs to steady her, and the sheer size difference between them mixed with the utterly new and amazing feeling of completing their goal makes the both of them come far too quickly. but that’s okay, they both have all the time in the world to practice 💌

with piper, she wouldn’t be too keen on penetration with frank. it would be a very rare thing when she’s like absolutely diabolically down bad in ovulation. other than that though she’d be more oral-focused (though again with munch!frank, he’d give her head more than the other way around). she would also give frank the strap, something he was very hesitant about but soon gave in out of sheer curiosity. he found out he liked it a lot, especially if piper put a collar on him and pulled him around with it while hitting it from behind. (bonus points if they have others watch and frank gets off to the “humiliation” of someone so much smaller than him breaking him down in pegging 💌)

with annabeth, she would probably have an easier time taking Frank’s size because she’s used to percy, so the extra stretch is actually the perfect amount. while hazel was good at getting a general confession of desire out of him, annabeth would be more analytical and be able to get out all the little details: positions he liked, kinks he repressed, clothes he wanted his partners to wear. frank has a lot of respect for annabeth and somewhat submits to her in the bedroom—or he lets her boss him around, even if the thing she’s ordering him to do is pound her into the mattress 💌

with leo, he’s very good at teasing frank and getting that more dominant side out of him. he would tell frank it’s disappointing he’s got such a build and yet he’s so shy, though leo was sure he could find someone else to rail him better. this makes frank snap more than anything and bend leo over the nearest surface. he always makes sure leo’s okay ofc, though he’s definitely the most rushed and rough with leo (bonus points if he makes leo scream and cry enough for the others to hear). he’s definitely the one coming to frank’s room when he’s sexually frustrated or lonely some nights, and they have rare surprisingly slow and soft sex that neither of them talks about the next day 💌

with nico, he’s the one frank turns to when he wants a challenge. when he wants to be manhandled and begging for approval. nico would choke and slap frank as he rides him, adding those sparks of pain with the pleasure that make frank whimper and groan. he would always be the one begging for nico until one day he snaps, using his strength to fold nico in half and absolutely rail him 🫣 nico’s whimpering and crying in that moment stay with frank for the longest time, and after that there’s a definite shift in their dynamic to where frank gets to explore his dominance and nico gets to give in to submission 💌

with percy, he’s the only one (besides piper’s strap) that frank will trust enough to penetrate him. he has that sort of reverence and submission towards percy that he has towards annabeth, only tenfold. their sex would be very soft and vulnerable, maybe a little teasing but never mean. he’s the one frank turns to when he just wants to be opened up and taken care of, and the pillow talk afterwards is the best 💌

with jason, frank would be 100% the most dom top and jason would be 100% the most sub bottom. jason would absolutely dissolve at frank’s size, begging to suck him off and take him hard and deep inside him. frank would actually feel super safe being rough with jason, pulling his hair and gripping his hips to the point of leaving fingertip shaped bruises. i think they would both get a rise out of frank calling jason “praetor grace”, because there’s something so backwards about the guy who barely got his probatio plate removed absolutely railing the praetor. there’s just something about jason, though…when the corners of his eyes start watering as he gasps and moans with every thrust. he can’t help himself, and neither can frank 💌

[rosaemoux]

part two of my magic batman magical au, here's part one:

Ok so we last left off with Bruce grieving Jason Todd, swearing he'll never take in another apprentice and isolating himself from his clan, substantially weakening Gotham's defences against malicious mages while Barbara desperately tries to get a hold of the city. Dick is currently in between getting his life together in the sister city Bludhaven after helping his friends during multiple travels around the world when suddenly Haley's Circus comes into town.

That's where Tim Drake decides to do something. The only heir to a new money family, Tim's parents weren't mages, his dad had a basic understanding of time magic while his mom was relatively good with ilusory magic but they never pursuit it over the passion of their life, archeology. Tim, however, always loved magic, loved the way mages would make miracles out of the ordinary and loved the way it tested the impossible. Tim loved the Clan of The Bats. He always did, ever since he was a child and first saw the beauty of Haley's Circus, when he saw The Flying Graysons for the first time.

A Lonely Place of Dying goes about the same way, the same with Rite Of Passage, except when Bruce screamed that the water was poisonous, Jack managed to reverse time around him for a few seconds in a powerful fit of desperation to save Janet's life, not caring about actually reversing time for himself though. So, both of Tim's parents end up in coma, Tim, now accepted as Bruce's newest apprentices, moves into the manor and formally starts training.

Unfortunately, Tim doesn't have the early training of Dick, nor the raw talent of Jason, so he struggles finding an affinity. Bruce decides to send him on a three week trip to Paris to train with his old teachers, The Rahul Lama, hopefully to get a new perspective and find what he's comfortable with. He does spend two weeks trying his best but ultimately failing before he gets pulled into a full blown conspiracy.

Lady Shiva decides to train him while they're at it, and for some reason, something just clicks. Her methods and way of seeing magic just works really well with Tim. When their manhunt against Edmund Dorrance is done, Shiva finally gets a lead on something she's been searching for a while, and Tim tags along with her mission while she teaches the path of ilusory magic, of perceiving into someone's mind and changing it to your will. It just turns out that the something was actually someone...

Flash forward, we have exact the point in which the story starts, with Tim arriving into Gotham Harbor, two months late with a girl, apparently Lady Shiva's daughter who currently doesn't have a name. Bruce almost has a heart attack, both extremely relieved that Tim is safe but also it's been two months who is this-

Cassandra – as Barbara would go on to name her – was a mage prodigy, being trained since the moment she was born to be a perfect weapon by her father. She had a very good understanding of all attributes of magic, with amazing spatial awareness and downright telepathic intuitive perception, at the cost of no understanding of language. Shiva mentioned something about a League of Shadows, but Tim isn't really sure what it is exactly, just that they wanted Cass to join them, but after killing someone for the first time and accidentally stealing their soul, she started to run away from them, mostly living in the streets before a friend of Shiva's found her in Hong Kong. Her and Tim are mostly attached at the hip to each other, inseparable.

Bruce and Barbara decided it would be safer and less stressful for Cass if she lived in the Clocktower instead of having to live in the manor. Time mostly passes without many events after that, with most of their focus being to make sure Cass adjusts well to Gotham and find ways to communicate with her. That is, until Tim stalked one of Bruce's missions despite being benched and met – promptly being hit in the face by a brick – Stephanie Brown.

She was a self taught prodigy of time magic, daughter of a lesser death mage, she was hellbent on spoiling all of her father's plans. Bruce didn't really like her motivation to practice magic, and did his best to try to get her to give up.

Tim and Steph quickly became close to each other, and as weeks passed it became clear that she wasn't going to leave the streets of Gotham no matter what. Bruce was peer pressured by everyone in his life to also accept Steph as an apprentice and actually train her before she got really hurt.

And so, The House of The Bat got three new mage students from very different backgrounds. (I like to think the vibes of the story sometimes are very much like Witch's Hat Atelier) Considering that Barbara has a litteral wizard's tower, she's usually the one who's trying to make sure each one of them goes though their mage's journey safely. She's helping them get a understanding of magic and of their affinity, her classes are very challenging, but not impossible.

Tim leans into Ilusory magic – I think him and Bruce should get pretty similar magic, but while Bruce leans into deceiving, Tim likes to perceive and understand other's mind – Steph gets better and better in Time magic, and to complement the two, Cass starts to study Physical magic.

Just thinking of three mage apprentices running away from rogues, getting into trouble and taking down magical mobsters during the night and having to study grueling hours of torture with Barbara. Thinking of Dick abducting them to a impromptu practical class (Babs is going to murder him). Thinking of Bruce having to deal with three children and messing up so much.

Thinking of Stephanie's death and how hard it would affect Tim and Cass. Thinking of Tim finding a mysterious book in his birthday presents, one that's written in some parts in a cypher that uses a combination of mandarin and arabic he spends months trying to solve. It is a necromancy guide, gifted out of indulging the question of what the little bats would do with it. After all, you only need a basic ritual and a death mage with a soul under their name.

A soul for a soul, an equal exchange.