#take this silly creature as a welcoming gift

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And for my first post, BlueBeetle🪄 abracadabra

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Hello Coral~~💖💖✨✨ Congrats on your 2.7k Milestone 💐🎂✨ Like many others, I love your villainess au and happy that many people is supporting it ✨✨ For the event request, I have some brain rots about Sebek Silver Malleus being in a friendly culture (maybe theyre visiting Yuu's hometown and its really welcoming like the people from Kalim's Hometown)!! they refer to them as like their family, gifts them foods the very moment they visited, and not bothered that theyre faes since they know theyre just creatures who protects nature~ i think its a nice culture shock for them considering how secluded and proper briar valley is ✨

‧₊˚✧ It Takes a Village‧₊˚✧ 

↳ Getting Culture Shock from Your Hometown

feat: Sebek ❋ Silver ❋ Malleus genre: fluff, note: no pronouns were used for reader, established relationships, set before Book 7 (mostly because I haven’t finished it yet),

A lot of the scenarios are inspired and modeled after my experiences growing up, which is very Southeast Asia-coded. So, I apologise if this is not actually how you envision. Hope you still enjoy, though. 

similar post: Getting Culture Shock from your Friendly Family (Sebek, Silver, Malleus)

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You’d be absolutely evil if you didn’t even try to warn your uptight boyfriend. I’d love you for that  

Sebek has finally found his match as his own voice gets drowned out by the boisterous market vendors and customers, but he’s more surprised by the forward way everyone seems to address each other. 

“Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m-” 

“Sebek, he’s not really my uncle. We call everyone that.” 

You would have to keep Sebek on tight hold because he’s a gullible green bean. The freshman burns in embarrassment at every “handsome boy” or “strong guy” comment calling out for his attention. He won’t lie, his ego is inflated quite a bit but it’s still strange to hear someone other than you call him that. 

On the other hand, he’s not too sure how to feel when vendors of all ages were calling out to you the same way. You may be used to it but Sebek isn’t, especially if he’s not used to calling you beautiful or cute himself yet. 

But, he could take this as a challenge to improve himself. For every compliment they give, he’ll give you tenfold. This he swears!

To your luck, it seems that the market the two of you were visiting was hosting a mini concert as music and lights filled a well-known open space near the market. 

Visitors and locals young and old surrounded the space, either resting while eating their confections or grooving to the catchy tune of the music blasting through the speakers. 

Then, a particularly famous song began to play, and Sebek flinched as the crowd suddenly burst in excited cheers and laughter, you included. Many women and men jumped to their feet, with some confidently running to the center of the space. You jumped to your feet as they did, but you chose to stand close to your confused boyfriend. 

Sebek’s expression was a comedic masterpiece as he watched you and many others start this synchronized sequence of silly movement, identical to the minor beat. Those who didn’t join were still clapping in unison while joyously laughing. 

What sort of local ritual was this? 

The synchronous dance was short lived, and soon people were divided into those who resumed their previous activity or continued swaying to the melody. 

You fell into the latter category, even reaching to Sebek hoping to persuade him to join you. 

Sebek was shocked and a little offended. He was a man of great honor and pride. He’d rather be caught dead than to devolve himself to this undignified manner of dance, if you could even call it so. No, he would never stoop so low, even if the string lights gave off this tempting glow around you, your soft hand still reaching out to him while you looked at him so lovingly… 

Well, the knight-in-training thought he could allow such exceptions once in a while, especially when you smiled so beautifully when he joined you on the dance floor. 

Don’t let Sebek know, but he became sort of a local online sensation as someone slyly took a video of him smiling so softly at you after putting on such a grumpy persona. 

Every reshare of this video was always paired with the caption, “Scary man turns into puppy for his lover”  

See, you can’t tell if your community is being especially friendly, or maybe it’s just that the beautiful young man next to you is just too irresistible to ignore. 

All the chatty aunties were cooing over Silver and even the laid-back uncles sitting around were praising the cut of Silver’s muscular figure. 

But, you won’t say anything because you just wanted Silver to smile and bask in the well-deserved praises. 

“The locals here are quite friendly to strangers like me, even offering small treats.” 

“Mhm, they sure are.” 

Silver is amazed by the seamless blend of close bonds and community from what he sees. Customers casually chatting with workers as children run around without worries in this homely environment. 

In comparison to them, Silver felt a little inadequate as he couldn’t express himself as openly as the locals do so easily. 

But maybe because they’re so open with everyone, he feels this sense of safety to try. 

“So you’re not from around here, are you?” The kind woman asked the silver-haired man as her fingers deftly package and wrap some snacks you two picked out to share with others back in NRC. 

“No, I’m actually from Briar Valley.” 

“Hmm, that’s the fae kingdom, right?” The woman’s curiosity peaked. “Are you fae, then? I couldn’t tell.” 

“Well no, I’m human. I was adopted by my father who’s from Briar Valley.” 

“Just him? No one else?” The store owner asked without looking at Silver once, instead moving back and forth to get things done behind the counter, but her attention was still locked on him.

“There were a few others I grew up with, but my father was the one who raised me” 

It was only then when the busy woman slowed down a smidge, pausing for a moment before untying the bag that held your snacks. You watched her tossed a few more small packets of snacks near her counter. 

“These are very popular, share them with your father.” She looked sternly into your boyfriend’s iridescent eyes, the first time in a while since you’ve been in the store. “Make sure to visit him, okay?” 

Silver wanted to protest, to correct the misunderstanding. The snacks the two of you picked out already included some for Lilia and he couldn’t possibly ask for more without paying. 

It was up to you to intervene. “Just give up, Silver. You can’t change a woman’s mind.” 

The store owner nodded. “Listen to the smart one. Just take it, I insist.” 

With a sliver of guilt but a lot of warmth, Silver eventually accepted the kind woman’s offering before leaving the establishment. 

What Silver didn’t see however, was you sneaking a few snacks and a drink onto the counter with adequate fare tucked underneath. You shared a look with the store owner before leaving, playfully staring her down to not to refuse your offering. 

The store owner let out a laugh, thinking what a cute couple you were. 

Regardless of wherever he goes, Malleus sticks out like a sore thumb, a very intimidating sore thumb. 

Eyes naturally glance at him with curiosity throughout the market, amazed by the regal figure walking around, like a celebrity strolling around the local areas. 

If your hometown speaks another language, some of the market vendors would tell you not-so sneakily how attractive your lover was while Malleus was none the wiser.

But, as curious as the humans were, they were quick to accept him as is, which shocked the fair-skinned fae. It wasn’t as though he was being avoided or judged, but rather the community took him and his inhuman appearance as typical. Undaunted by anything, the nosy sellers would joke and compliment him like any other walking around here. 

“What a handsome fae you are, you can be a model!” “And tall! He can reach the top of our tent, haha!”

Malleus can tell his horns and ears are eye-catching to say the least, but everyone was quick to grow accustomed to his features, even warning him to watch his head should he bump into anything in this crowded alley. 

“Are those with my features a common prevalence in your homeland?” 

“No, you’re a rarity around here. But that doesn't mean you don’t belong here any less.” 

“Ah, so this is how a beautiful soul is cultivated,” Malleus thought, gazing softly as you and a kind merchant searched around the store for a shirt that could fit the future king.

The day was setting, and you and Malleus decided to rest at a popular park that was famous for its view of the town. You weren’t alone as both locals and visitors filled the space, either resting or making memories with their friends and families. 

Then, you heard a whisper from a timid voice behind the two of you. 

“Um, mister.” You turned around to see some local children looking curiously at Malleus. 

“Are you fae?” The eldest boy spoke first, nervously clutching his jacket. 

When Malleus calmly responded in affirmation, the other children lit up with excited smiles. 

“You’re super tall, taller than my dad!” Another child exclaimed, “Are all fae tall like you?” 

Malleus smirked rather haughtily. “Very few others, fae or otherwise, stand on par to myself.”

”I’m the tallest in my class!” The eldest boy blurted out, even puffing his chest and slightly leaning on his toes. “It’s because I drink my milk everyday. Do you drink milk?” 

You abruptly nudged your lover before intervening. “Yes he does, which is why you need to drink milk and other healthy food to keep growing.” 

A little girl, hidden behind the first two children, spoke out. “How long is your hair? My hair is really long too!” 

She pushed her long braided hair to the front, comparing her neatly combed hair to Malleus’s direction. 

“Your hair is quite long indeed, perhaps matching mine in length at first glance.” Malleus commented back, amused by the children’s competitive nature. 

After sharing all of their thoughts, the curious children finally left when their guardians called them back, waving at the two of you before running out of sight. Now free, Malleus looked to you with curiosity of his own gleaming in his striking green eyes. 

“The offspring of this land are inquisitive as they are fearless,” Malleus smiled in your direction. “I wonder if all children hailed from here shared these traits.” 

Were you like them as a child? 

You picked up on his unspoken question and replied with a cheeky expression. “Wouldn’t you like to know~” 

Would he? Would he like to know if you were the type to run around so carefree and see the world with such interest and curiosity. If your future children would be like those endearing little ones just now…

Yes, he would.

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Snape's Retirement Headcanon:

In an alternate reality, in which Snape survives Nagini and is pardoned by the higher powers or whatnot, both Minerva McGonagall and he come to a decision: as soon as the aftermath of the war is over, they are going to retire.

And they do retire. Minerva manages to find two matching bungalows somewhere in a village and after a lot of snapping and arguing Snape agrees to move into the one meant for him. They visit one another every day, read to one another, go on walks dressed exactly as they normally would be in Hogwarts and become somewhat of a mysterious attraction for the locals.

The village children don't like Snape at first - he's always grumpy/scowling, hardly laughs, and he looks pretty ominous in his black clothes which he wears even during the summer. Minerva is slightly more welcoming: she invites the children for biscuits and tea and they after a week or two they all call her Granny Minnie and are fascinated by all the things she has in her house and how amazing the sweets she has are.

After Snape catches a cold or something irritable like that, and the children arrive at Minerva's for their usual visit and after they get scolded for having muddy knees and hands (which they wash), Minerva gets up using her walking cane, gestures with it and says:

"Come on, children, we're all going to pay Mr Snape a visit to see how he is!"

And Snape gets absolutely swamped by these loud and hyper village children (including little girls of six with frilly bows in their hair which fetch their plush toys and dolls and place them all on his bed and rowdy boys trying their best to be helpful whilst fetching things and knocking furniture over) who all offer him tea and show him their treasures and babble nonsense while he vaguely resembles the 'A Bug's Life' ladybird. He's obviously really irritated but cannot for the life of him bring himself to chase them away since they obviously mean well. During all of this, Minerva basks in the image and almost gets a stitch from laughing and... well. After some time, they end up adopting all these village kids, deemed a mad uncle and auntie, get invited by their parents for tea and get interested in the small village community state of affairs (though Snape obviously pretends he couldn't care less, which is a big fat lie).

Minerva often says things like:

"Wow, Franny has grown so tall and quite a proper young lady! We'll have to use a warding charm so that she doesn't get into trouble when the admirers start pouring."

"Don't worry, Dylan, you'll look as good in braces as you did without them, like I have told you before... What? Your teeth magically straightened overnight? Merlin's beard, what a surprise! [hides wand] I cannot imagine how that possibly could have happened."

And Snape:

"You say Antoinetta has a boyfriend, now? Tsh. I remember when she was six and could hardly tie her laces... a tidy, neat creature, that has to be admited. Though she had a gift for breaking all of my porcelain... What? He left her for another girl? She was in floods of tears? [drawing wand] Oh, no, no, don't be silly Minerva, I'm just going to repair the sink. It broke recently... [under his breath] And it won't be the only thing that's broken when I'm through with that wretch."

and:

"No, for the final time, Minerva, I don't give a damn whether Brandon wants a cat or an even an ostritch for his birthday. Honestly. [scoffs and adds 'cat for Brandon' to shopping list] Who do you take me for, a fairy godmother?"

And for them, life is good, and they do live happily ever after.

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Siren!Eddie Part 4

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summary: After your 'meeting' with a creature only mentioned in stories, you've convinced yourself you've lost your mind. But days later, and no sign of your mysterious beach friend, the creature comes back. Both your and his curiosity are peaked, until it's interrupted.

t/w: he's a literal siren so mentions of eating people, blood, [healed] wounds, eddie's tail gets punctured, human/siren curiosity, siren!eddie is overprotective of his human friend >:l

a/n: Ahhhh!!! The long awaited part 4 is here!!!!! I'm so thankful this little series has been received so well ❤️ Thank you for the love and feedback. I tried tagging everyone who asked, but I might have missed a few. I'm new to taglists, so I apologise. Anyway, here's sweet siren!Eddie. [2.9k words]

The walk back to your side of town was uneventful compared to the experience in the water, though it was welcome for that very reason. Your open wound was healed, yet the bruises remained and stung with each step, the only proof anything had actually happened at all.

The boy in the water at your beach didn't seem to take your interest anymore, but you gripped a shell tightly in your palm regardless. It seemed stupid now, but maybe giving him a gift before warning him of the creatures in the water was better than running up and screaming in his face.

Did he need warning though? The creature never hurt you, the opposite actually. It healed you! And then... sunk into a ball. You want to believe the creature is harmless but your childhood scoldings would say otherwise. Everything you just did was beyond the rules, beyond your own comprehension. It had to be fake, right? A figment of your imagination after overheating from the walk over. Perhaps you were delusional, losing your mind after all this time.

Why did you stay in the water with that thing so close? Why didn't you run? Are the stories about the creatures luring humans with a song true? You didn't hear any song, nonetheless saw the creature above water. Only the shiny curls of the flowing hair, hair that definitely looked familiar but unplaceable. The fingers that looked so otherworldly but possessed the soft touch of curiosity without fear. A tail that shined with an iridescent rainbow in the sun, but gleamed the brightest blues you've ever seen.

–

Days had gone by without sign of the boy. You haven't stepped a toe in the water, partly due to the anxiety. Convincing yourself it was a trick of the mind was easy, believable. But the soreness and lack of scabbing when you still had dry blood stains on your sandal was harder to explain.

It almost felt lonely for the first time on the beach. Despite no one ever being there prior, the boy seemed to have a lasting effect for the short time he was there. The warm sand wasn't as comforting as before, and the sound of the waves gliding up the shore didn't echo as a calming background soundtrack anymore. It stirred your emotions between sadness and anger. Anger that the town's superstitious ways possibly got to your new friend, sadness that you were now back to being the only person to step foot on the beach.

The anger was taking over, boiling in your veins as you stared out at the vastness of the water. Your brain was done with sensible thoughts, now turning against the water itself. Damn the water for ruining the friendship. Damn the water for being so mysterious that people make up stories just to explain strange occurrences. Damn the water for having so many secrets. Damn the water for scaring everyone away. Damn the water for housing unknown creatures that strike fear and cause harm. Damn the water for hiding whatever or whoever you met that day. Damn the water for not bringing him back.

Before you knew it, your foot was kicking at the incoming waves in frustration. The silliness of the action didn't overshadow how good it felt. You kicked again, relishing in the movement. Like throwing a pebble into a canyon, the action meant nothing, but the movement of your foot meeting the push of water brought a nostalgic feeling. One that reminded you of your small baby feet splashing in a pool, surrounded by family long gone now.

Perhaps this was why you craved the presence of the boy and creature to return. The overwhelming loneliness had gone unnoticed before, but seemed deafening now.

You stepped further in the water, willing for the creature to return. It had to, you needed it to.

He kept his distance for a while. Staring at you on the beach as he sat beneath the shade of the overgrown trees at the very end of the beach. Every bit of him was called to you. His waking thoughts pondered your movements while his dreams centered around you seeing him for the first time without the veil of the water. The dreams would usually involve that sweet voice of your's saying words he recognized but couldn't quite remember the meaning of.

Water droplets danced down his scales as he sat on a long-dead overturned tree, the trunk suspended above the waterline with the roots on land and the branches in the water. He was hidden enough under the canopy of leaves on the surrounding trees. Far enough away to blend in with the plants and water, but close enough to keep a curious eye. You spent almost everyday staring out at the water, glancing back at the entrance to the beach, sighing when neither gave you what you yearned for.

When the anger finally came to a head, you ran to the water, kicking it with a force he had never seen from you. It would have been humorous had it not tugged at his heart. He wanted to swim into your arms and assure you it would be okay, whatever it was you were upset about. Part of him believed it was because you wanted to see him again. He wanted that desperately to be true. With each kick you gave to the water, he felt the same emotion toward land.

Damn the land for hiding you for so long.

You walked further in the water, head held high and palms open at your sides. It felt like a welcome. A calling to him. Despite his earlier hesitations, he hopped off the tree and into the water. The sound of splashing alerted you to him, and though he was still a distance away, you flinched back. He continued on slowly toward you, his head nose-up above water. His eyes were trained on you, waiting for you to give any sign you would run, but as he grew closer your body relaxed. It was as if you were waiting for him all this time, like his hopes were true. Each inch closer, he could visibly see the tension in your muscles dissipating.

You stood in the shallow water waiting, the waves only coming up to your knees. He knew you hadn't seen his full face, and he wanted to change that, but he also knew to take it slow. This was new for him, as much as it was for you. His anxieties over losing you due to his non-human features crept under his skin, tingling at the back of his skull. He stopped deep enough in the water to sit comfortably with his tail tucked under him, his back hunched over so he could keep half his face under the water. It was your turn in this dance now. And he hoped with everything you would make the move.

Your legs felt like jello as they sludged through the water toward the boy. He didn't flinch as you drew near, a good sign. You paused two feet in front of him, taking in the visuals he allowed you to have. His soft eyes, the bridge of his nose, the curves of his cheekbones, his hair. The same hair you saw underwater on the other beach. Was he... Has the creature and the boy been the same person this whole time?

You held out your hand, the nerves raging under your skin prevalent in the unsteadiness of your arm. His brow knitted, eyes glancing between your face and outstretched hand, until he finally understood. His long nails appeared like razors rising out of the water, followed by his webbed fingers. His palm met yours delicately. You stared for a while at his hand, and he at yours. The difference in texture, colors, temperature. It was invigorating.

After a moment, you enclosed your hand around his, giving it a small shake. "Nice to finally meet you." His brow furrowed again before repeating your movement, his eyes focused on your joined hands. You smiled down at him as you released your grasp. His hand slid back underwater but your's remained outstretched. You can't officially meet until you see his face. You needed to know what he looked like, to put a full face to this creature haunting your thoughts.

Your hand slowly moved toward him, dipping underwater to find his chin. You waited a moment, in case he wasn't ready. But he straightened his back, his full face appearing from the water. The gills on the side of his neck wiggled as he breathed in the air. He was beautiful.

His pale neck led down to thin shoulders, slender collar bones jutting out at sharp angles. His skin had a bluish hue in the sunlight, an almost ghostly cast. A drawing on his upper chest caught your eye. A tattoo?

He looked up at you with wide eyes, waiting. Your hand remained on his chin as you bent down on one knee to get a closer look at him, the cool water seeping into your shorts causing a shiver to run through you, or was it him? Your eyes meeting this close felt right, like this was meant to happen. You turned his chin to the right so you could investigate his gills, now unmoving above water. Your other hand reached out and lightly grazed them causing him to flinch away with a smile. Did that tickle him?

Your hands on him rose his body temperature greatly, he almost felt like he was on fire. The flames eating him from the very tip of his tail, scorching him up to the placement of your fingertips on his chin. This felt so right, it was almost unbelievable his people kept him from this experience for so long.

After you explored his gills, he grabbed your chin and looked at your neck as you did to him earlier. He admired the veins running underneath the skin, the lines of blue and purple just underneath. The pulsing of your blood moving there. Your skin so smooth and soft, the lines and bends of your neck leading down to your collarbones. He brushed his palms down the curve of your shoulders and on the sides of your arms. You played with a curl of his hair.

You looked at him with such softness, he could never understand the need to hide from you. Years he had been alone, when you were right there on land. All this time a human with no ill will toward him. Damn, damn the land.

His patience never wavered as you examined his tail, playing with the scales, brushing the tailfin with amazement. Each touch caused a reaction from him, a preen almost. He would smile back at you with tight lips, but you didn't want to push his limits.

"Can you talk?" He stared back at you, unmoving. The blank expression on his face gave his answer. "So that's a no." His soft eyes took in your every movement, watching with curiosity as you tried figuring out next steps.

A sharp stab from your pocket hit you as you leaned forward on your knee. You reached in, pulling out the little shell for him. He gasped, finally opening his mouth to reveal his sharp teeth. Two rows of needles lined behind his lips. Lips that curled into the sweetest smile when he gently took the shell from your open palm. Though his teeth were unnerving, his giddiness at your gift made you smile back. He examined the shell closely, despite it only being an inch and a half big. He looked at it like it was the greatest gift he's ever been given.

His brain was going miles a second, not fully understanding why he felt the need to do it, or what it meant, but he choked out, "t-thank you-u." He realized too late what he had done, using his voice in the presence of a human. His kind only used their voices to lure humans to their ultimate death as a meal. To hypnotize them into a trance unbreakable by anything but the voice. He looked up in fear, only finding you in shock, your mouth hung open with wide eyes to match. You resembled the humans lured into the water when they realized, far too late, their destiny. He'd really done it now, ruining everything. He'd never forgive himself for bringing you harm.

His body temperature began to sink again, the heat leaving his body in shame. He dropped his gaze down to the water sloshing around his torso. He wouldn't know how to break the trance, having never done it himself before. Would you stay like this forever? Would it eventually wear off? Would he have to kill you to break you out it? The thought punched through him, the air feeling heavy in his lungs for the first time since the first moment he ever sucked in a breath of fresh oxygen.

"You can speak!"

He looked back up at you, finding utter joy and excitement on your features. The light in your eyes somehow brighter now, despite the sun not moving. Your happiness was contagious. The smile took over his lips, curling the corners of his mouth into a wide smile.

He had no idea what he said, but you clearly liked it. "Thank you," he repeated, the words foreign on his tongue. He didn't like their taste, but for you he would say them over and over. You practically vibrated at hearing him speak. He repeated the words again until they didn't taste so bad in his mouth.

Your smile fell as he continued repeating his gratitude. This must be the only phrase he knew. Something he picked up from overhearing humans. He could speak, but he didn't know words. The thought of teaching him warmed your heart, but the reality of coming to the beach daily to teach him was laughable. Afterall, you would only be teaching him to benefit you. To talk to you. What about him? He probably had a whole family to get back to. Other creatures waiting for him back in the depths of the water, worrying where he may be. Yet here he was, sitting with you, as he had for many days before (though you didn't know it until now).

The boy, the creature. The same being. It was impossible to believe this was your current situation. Sitting next to a mythical creature, one that not only isn't as dangerous as you've been told your entire life, but has the enthusiastic friendliness of a toddler. His wide eyes continue searching your body for differences. When he finds a freckle, he marvels at it, touching so gently. He attempts to rub it off, his brows knitting when he's unsuccessful. He's adorable, and you want to show him the world!

The world... a beach dropoff away. It's cruel and fearful of anything it doesn't understand. Anyone could look over the dropoff and see a creature caressing your body, thinking you're under the spell and in danger. The truth couldn't be farther from that, but no one would understand.

Regardless of your wishes, a voice shouts from the shore, "WHAT IS THAT?" A moment of silence is all you have for the realization to kick in. The shrill of multiple screams and the advancing steps through water as the townsfolk rush to 'save' you drown out your voice as you whisper to him, "I'm sorry."

He's wide-eyed, confused whether to protect you from your own kind, or let you go. Protecting you meant killing humans. He's never done that before. Though, he absolutely would if it meant keeping you safe.

But you stand, rushing toward the oncoming crowd as an attempt to cut the humans off from getting too close to him. Two large men sneak past you and head right toward him. He knows this is goodbye forever as he glances back at you. The final visual he'll have of you, holding your arms out in front of you as the other humans are shouting in your face, surrounding you, grabbing you. They pull you away, but you look back for him.

Your eyes meet, if only for a moment. The only thing he sees on your face is complete fear and as he ducks underwater to swim away, he knows why. One hand grips the edge of his tailfin so harshly, he's sure it's ripped. Another hand finds his arm as he fights against the restraints. Each strong whip of his tail rips the fin further sending shocks of pain and adrenaline through him. He can hear you screaming. Your cries sound pained, scared.

The water continues splashing as he fights for his freedom. He catches a glimpse of the shore, it's closer now. He's being dragged to it one step at a time. A crowd of humans has gathered at the edge of the water, their scent overwhelming. He thinks he can smell blood. Waves splash around him in crimson, his fin bleeding into the water. His head is full of energy– swim away, eat, scared, hungry, pain. You.

He catches sight of you, held back by other humans. You're not safe, fighting to reach him as multiple arms slide around your body as a barrier. Tears roll down your cheeks as you scream for him to be set free. Tears mean pain, and that's the last thing he ever wants you to feel.

His pupils grow dark, swallowing his iris. He's nearly to land now, and these humans look like a buffet.

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YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

welcome to sistervirtue dot tumblr dot com. those of you who have read my url...seen my icon...may be wondering: who is this woman? who is Sister Virtue?

as the @original-character-championship bracket begins, I would like to take the time to introduce you to her. go on. take a seat.

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Sister Virtue is a not-quite woman not-quite of the cloth with a bit of a scowl and an unholy attitude problem. Formerly a cherub known as Theophania serving in the appellate choirs of heaven, she judged human souls and debated the dogma of heaven day in and day out.

Although a perfect machine of heaven, Theophania was not heartless. Through her friendship with the Archangel Gabriel, whom represents human souls and their interests in the courts of heaven, she learned about those she judged.

And I am going to let you in on a secret. Angels and demons are both creatures of passion, just their passion turns in different ways. Demons experience passion for the self. Angels turn their passion towards God. And for Theophania, her passion turned in a different way-- towards those silly little animals whom she watched day in and day out. (Even you!)

So when Gabriel came lamenting of the Seraphim's decision to bring forth the end of humanity, she may have done something a bit drastic. Drastic like stealing the Eye of God, an important artifact containing the summation of all knowledge, and then slamming it into her own skull in order to hold it hostage and kick up enough of a fuss that the angels acquiesced and agreed to come to some sort of truce. The ultimate blasphemy.

She would be felled. If she cared so much about those silly, stupid animals, she could spend the rest of eternity proving they were worth it. Shoved into a body made of flesh and her powers largely sealed behind seven penances, Sister Virtue is tasked with protecting humanity from all threats divine or diabolic. She cannot die; [officially banned to prevent any loopholes or complicated litigation later] but she can give up... but doing so would mean damning all of humanity in the entire process.

After crash-landing into a convent and taking the administrative lead of the attached school (now known as Eschaton Academy) Sister Virtue is establishing a network of those both blessed and possessed to aid her in the arduous process of keeping people safe, all while trying to figure out what it means to be human herself.

So Why should you vote for her?

Let's face it, we're not in high school any more.

Coming of age stories for teens are fun, but sometimes... you don't really start coming of age until your 20's, 30's, 40's... Virtue, 37 human years old, is here to show the journey of growing into your skin even if that comes after high school.

2. She's hot as hell.

A nun in her work uniform, Sister Virtue at heart is a truckin', smokin', wrestlin' uncle of a woman, and her casual attitude and casual attire reflect this. And let's face it. A woman who hates wearing shirts and has a happy trail is a god-sent gift for all of us.

[art credit @ koiiluvz]

3. She's just a bit weird.

She named her car (a self-"upgraded" hearse) the Popemobile. She smokes cigarettes because she likes the taste. She doesn't mind nudity, but gets shy eating in public because digestion is just a little too intimate for an angel. She loves paperwork. Sometimes she regurgitates the angel equivalent of a hairball.

4. Don't know about all this original universe lore? She's got a D&D Iteration.

You can find her character sheet here-- She;s a tanky fallen aasimar paladin with 3 different ways to intimidate. Because you don't even need a gun with an attitude like hers.

5. She'd vote for you

At the end of the day, Sister Virtue is someone who runs on love. Love for all of humanity. Including you. Even if you don't believe in Virtue, virtue believes in you, and you should believe in you too.

Questions? Concerns? Comments? Check out my eschaton academy tag. Or pop into my inbox or dms.

(she even has emotes. art credit @/pcktknife, @/citrus-sours, and @/GR4FF1T1 [on toyhouse] )

[wheresmycontent]

Brand New [Demon Slayer]

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader [Gender Neutral]

C|TW: abuse, mentions of dubcon, yandere,

The two of you married as he made his way up the ranks in the demon slayer corps, thinking it was better than waiting when you didn’t know how much time he had left. It was like heaven on earth! The unconditional love and support, you thought he was amazing as a friend but he’s even better as a husband. He treated you like royalty and showed that he cherished you, never taking you for granted or treating you like a possession. You weren’t just the house spouse that maintained the home and opened your legs when he was feeling lustful, remaining quiet unless he asked you to speak.

You were more than that, you were the love of his life. He strived to give you a comfortable and happy life, that’s why he spent his days showing you that he cares. Other than buying you nice things, Kyojuro did domestic activities with you even if they were mostly chores. It was fun talking as you folded the fresh laundry, teaching you his favorite recipes, and just swaying together in a candlelit room as he told you how much he loved you.

That’s why you refused to believe Mitsuri when she told you that the Kyojuro you all knew and loved was no longer there. She claimed that he had been transformed into some ungodly creature and tried to murder the very friends he’d vowed to protect with his life! The Nezuko child being an unhinged demon was more likely than him becoming a threat to humanity, especially when he’s been nothing but kind his entire life. So it had to be that little demon girl, she must’ve snapped and tried to fight them but your Kyojuro was not a monster. He wouldn't trade his humanity to be a demon.

Who were you to call the Hashira a liar? When have they ever been scheming, untrustworthy people? They were your friends after all! Once you married Kyojuro he introduced you to them and they welcomed you with open arms. You should have listened to Mitsuri, she was your friend! Had you left when she begged you to instead of fighting her, you wouldn’t have met this imitation of Kyojuro Rengoku.

When he first appeared in the moonlight you thought it was your Rengoku but with each step he took you finally understood Mitsuri. His skin had a strange gray tint to it but was still somewhat pale, little specks of red and yellow littered his body, seemingly resembling embers. He had this dark look on his face matched with an unnerving smile that showcased his newly sharpened teeth, you imagined that it could cut through your bones easily. When he spoke it was as if he was possessed, it didn’t have the cheery note to it, now adopting a deep gravelly edge that made you freeze.

Before you could think of running, Kyojuro had knocked you unconscious. Although he was a demon his goal remained the same, he’d protect you from the madness for as long as he lived. Doesn’t matter that he’s changed, you’re still his spouse and he’d be an awful husband if he didn’t care for you as he promised! By the time you awakened, he had already brought you to a home in the mountains. It’d be hard for you to contact anyone, let alone a demon slayer when the next village was miles away. Your chances of surviving in the forest are slim since you have no survival skills, let alone a talent other than folding laundry.

You didn’t care for the nice furniture or the ornate decorations he had scattered around the house, all you wanted was to leave before this man devoured you. When you’re begging him not to hurt you or to let you leave, he sees it as a silly tantrum. Kyojuro brings you more expensive clothes, high-quality meat, and ingredients so you can eat well. He figured if he spoils you, you’ll stop being dramatic and continue to love him as you once did. If his gifts and kind words aren’t enough to calm you down then he’d settle for pretending he has to rebuild your romantic relationship, after all, he did change drastically.

He wouldn’t mind your cute shaking and squeaking when he gets closer to you, or your weak attempts to hide from him. It won’t bother Kyojuro at all. What does bother him, is your crummy attitude. When you get to hurling insults and accusing him of being a selfish, power-hungry man that only cares about himself, it pisses him off. He warns you to shut up and walk away but you just have to get your point across, making him the bad guy when he crushes your throat in his fist. He hates hurting you but you make it easy sometimes, he might accuse you of being a masochist since you never seem to learn.

At first, he was planning to treat you like royalty and worship the ground you walk on but your annoying urge to refuse his love, care, and affection makes him take another route. Since you don’t love him anymore he may as well treat you as his pet since you have no choice but to rely on him for food and shelter, not that you care. So what’s the harm in seeing how long you can go without food before you’re willing to do anything for it? You’d probably suck him off for a measly crumb, unless you’d rather die of starvation.

You don’t want to share a bed? That’s fine, sleep outside chained to the ground and hopefully, you don’t get mauled by animals or devoured by a wandering demon. Besides, in the morning you’ll finally get the sunlight you’ve been whining about for days. You think he cares if it’s raining? He doesn’t, he’ll just buy medicine should you fall sick. He’ll let you back in the house when he’s feeling less sore about your behavior.

For some reason, you’ve taken it upon yourself to avoid his presence but he’ll drag you around by your ankle, forcing you to follow him around the house. He doesn’t need you to be by his side constantly in order to be satisfied, but knowing you can’t stand it makes him happy. When you’re out in public at night taking strolls and visiting night markets he dares you to cause a scene. He’s been itching to eat a human being right before your eyes anyways, maybe then you’d get it through your head that fighting against him is futile. Maybe then you’d appreciate the fact that he’s sacrificed his humanity to be by your side and ensure your safety from Muzan.

[skyedancer2006]

Bridged Toxicity AU Masterpost

Links:

Reference Sheet Masterpost

AU Playlist (Spotify Link)

Official RP Blog: @chained-champion

All AU-Related Posts:

BT!Kieran Ref Sheet 1

Rambling: BT!Kieran’s Typing

Art: Scale Design Test

Mini Comic: Prey Drive (TW blood and Pokémon death)

BT!Kieran Ref Sheet 2

Art: Prey Drive comic prequel (same TWs as the comic)

Art: Emotional Support Hydrapple (plus rambling)

Rambling: Kieran’s Continuing Changes

Art: Oooo Shiny!

BT!Kieran Ref Sheet 3

Art/Meme: Gender

Rambling: Any Pronouns

Misc: BT in Ponytown

Full Creature BT!Kieran Updated Design

Art: Dragon BT GOOD. (+ hair down humanoid form)

Full Dragon BT!Kieran Ref Sheet + Ref Sheet 4

Art: Doodles (Angst + Creature sillies)

Art: Despite Everything, It’s Still You..?

Key Art 1: Duality

Art: Worst Ending Doodle

Art: BT Pride Month!

Asked: How big is full dragon BT?

Art: Changes (TW S/H and blood)

Art/Meme: Homophobic Dog [2]

Art: What if dragon Carmine

Art: BT Window Perching

Asked: Did the Loyal 3 transform too?

Art: Toxicchaintober Day 2

Art: Silly times with the Bad End Trio!

Others’ Art!

Fanart by @/noiverns-den!

Artfight Attack by @/ofowlsdinosaursanddragons!

Artfight Attack by @/my-names-kris!

Fanart by @/itsvae10!

Commission from @/arianimates!

Fanart from @/indigodiskmybeloved!

Toxicchaintober Day 7 (Transformation) by @/ofowlsdinosaursanddragons!

Gifts from @/1120-cecille!! (Repost with permission)

Toxicchaintober Day 19 (Battle) by @/ofowlsdinosaursanddragons!

About the AU:

Pecharunt’s story is largely the same as in canon. They are a lonely pokemon who just wants to have a friend, but takes some less than moral approaches in doing so. The main differences in the Peach themself is that they can speak limited English, and the way they use their poison/mochi.

Pecharunt prefers not to actively control people, and instead tend to leave them mostly alone or only passively influence them, unless necessary to defend themself or their chained. Pecha is not actively malicious in this AU, however, their actions still very much have a negative effect.

Many years after they go dormant in the wake of Ogerpon’s retaliation, Pecharunt is reawakened around the same time as the Loyal 3’s revivals. They wander Kitakami, and encounter Kieran after he runs from the confrontation with the MC where the Paldean catches Ogerpon.

The two talk, and eventually it comes to Pecharunt offering Kieran a deal after hearing his situation. Pecharunt will give Kieran power in the form of a Toxic Chain, and in return Kieran will allow Pecharunt to remain with him and they will be “friends.” Kieran, in his desire for power to defeat the MC, eagerly accepts the deal and the chain.

Kieran’s willingness to become chained causes it to react much differently than it did with the 3 (who resisted its control). Rather than simply attaching itself to him, the chain became part of him; painfully burrowing under his skin and resting along his spine, with the end of it coming out like a tail of sorts. He can retract it (at least at first), but it is uncomfortable to do.

Over time, as Kieran tries his best to manage the developing physical and mental changes caused by the Toxic Chain, he has to face the question of whether he can even consider himself human at all anymore….

The main theme of the AU is a question: what is the border between human and nonhuman? What is the point at which someone is no longer considered to be “human?” Is it physical? Is it mental? Is it a mix? Or is it something else entirely? What does it mean to no longer be human and become something else? The AU’s name comes from Kieran being somewhere on that bridge between human and Pokémon; not truly on either side anymore.

Anyone who wants to write or draw something with the AU is free to, with credit of course! And questions are very much welcomed; we love talking about the AU!

Thank you for checking out our AU!

[2xcursekissed]

caring prompts | not accepting @cvrseduser

it takes a moment to change someone's life; that's a truth yuuta knows too well. a string of these moments had gotten yuuta to where he was today: shadowing his mentor—his savior—at the temple to free people of their stressors—cursed spirits, as geto-sama had called them.

for the first few people who had come in, yuuta attentively watched as the older curse user had kindly heard them out, noting the spirits idly hanging from the people in different places, in different ways. yuuta made a mental note that none of the people were even remotely aware of the clinging creatures. non-sorcerers only knew the pressure and the negative emotions they felt.

when a young woman walks in and states her own issues, geto-sama's welcoming hand gestures to the woman as he encourages yuuta to try it now that he's seen him exorcise a few of the small curses plaguing the lives of these harmless people. the teen is hesitant at first, never having dealt with such small targets, never having worried about another person when it comes to eliminating cursed spirits. he'd usually just fight curses under the supervision of another member of the organization and weaken the spirits enough for rika to bring back to his mentor for his consumption. it was better geto-sama stored them rather than let them roam japan unattended and risking civilian lives.

yuuta relents after his mentor reminds him of his great progress during training, his nonstop practicing, his new ability to release rika at will—his beautiful connection to his lost companion. yuuta feels silly for doubting his own abilities, sheepishly scratching his head with a smile.

"i guess you're right, " he says as he steps up to the lady, who they have learned is a freshman in university and stressed from the ongoing exams. she is also experiencing intense back pain that doctors were unable to treat or diagnose, attributing it to the nonstop studying. yuuta's eyes don't miss the serpent-like spirit wrapped around her waist, possibly flirting with the idea of crushing her entirely one day.

"rika," yuuta calls, his own curse appearing, ready to heed his orders as she always had. "let's help her out, alright?" he asks softly, nodding to the girl with a thumbs up. his smile from earlier finally reaching his eyes.

with this, rika slashes at the cursed spirit, ripping more than just the spirit from the girl. rika had stricken too strong; more than the curse is exorcised. a chunk of the young woman's midsection is gone; her body thuds as it hits the ground. however, with the threat eliminated, rika retires, leaving the scene in just a moment.

for a second, yuuta can't move. he watches as the blood begins to pool around his shoes, white sneakers sullied by red liquid. his breathing is even—silent almost—until it's not.

it dawns on him that the stains are a consequence of his own doing, another innocent life taken by him. the sight of red is his reminder of his crimes against his classmates—his reminder of rika, her lifeless body, her mangled corpse drowned in a puddle of blood. it's too much for him to bear.

silence is soon replaced with panic as his heart begins to pound against his ribcage, his eyes widening as he fixes his gaze beyond his shoes to the woman, now missing a chunk of her body. his arms raise to grip at his own hair, yanking a few strands out in his alarmed state as though bringing pain to him will pull him from some sort of dream—nightmare.

it doesn't.

oh god. this can't be happening—he'd been on such a roll with training. bringing out rika had gone so well over the past month. he'd been able to wield her without casualties among geto-sama and the other members of his organization.

geto-sama!—he'd spent much of his time trying to prove to him and the other curse users—jujutsu sorcerer, as geto called them—that he wasn't just some murderer, that he was someone whose gift would help change the world.

his eyes dart from the woman to his shoes, geto's feet visible in the corner of his eye, red soaking the fabric on his feet. his eyes briefly glance up to his mentor, before returning to the floor as guilt begins to consume him. he thinks he saw the remains of a smile on his teacher's face, but yuuta assumes it's from when he sweetly encouraged the teen to put what he'd learned in training into practice. that thought makes the 16-year-old all the more distraught. he was not making a good case for himself.

yuuta's knees hit the floor as he pushes his hands against the woman's open flesh, a futile attempt at stopping the outpour of blood from spilling any further.

"i—" yuuta begins, voice shakey, yet loud at the same time. tears begin to well in the corner of his eyes. "i didn't mean to—rika just—she missed. she didn't mean to—i didn't mean to kill her."

"i'm sorry; i'm sorry—"

his plead abruptly stops as he feels a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. he jerks up at the sudden contact, reflexively peering over his shoulder. his mentor's calm voice breaks through the turbulence.

❛  it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now.  ❜

this time, yuuta doesn't hesitate to look up at geto-sama. yuuta is not exactly calm, but he does feel relief that it seems as though his mentor understands that it was a mistake and isn't mad. although he is reassured, it doesn't stop yuuta from trembling as he presses against the open wound. "it's not. i just hurt her. she's bleeding—she's gone," he explains quickly, as though geto has the solution to this situation.

yet, at the back of yuuta's mind, he knows any advice doesn't change what happened at that moment.

[fe-fictions]

Can I request something with Louis or Mauvier spending time with their child?

(I'm sorry you mean probably the best dads in Engage??? Of cOURSe I cAn???)

Louis: He really, really likes to watch his son. There’s something about how that tiny little creature wiggles his arms, how he seems to stare very hard at random spots in space, and how he looks like a strange mixture between his mother and father.

The baby is wildly fascinating to him. And he loved that child more than anything. Of course, it is not something that he shares that often, at least, not out loud.

But whenever you return to your bedroom in the Somniel, Louis is already there. And there is a mumbling baby being rocked in his arms, and a quiet song is hummed, gentle in the silence.

In about five silent steps, you’re by his side, wrapping your arms around him and swaying with him while he rocks the baby to sleep.

“Welcome back. He missed you.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re right here; and you’re much better at putting him to sleep than I am.” You mused, kissing his cheek sweetly.

Louis leaned into you, and pushed his index finger into the blankets to find a tiny hand. “I’m sure that’s not true; I’ve got experience taking care of my brothers, so perhaps it comes a little more naturally to me.”

“Exactly; therefore, you’re better.” You joked, beaming at your baby boy who was finding it increasingly more difficult to keep his eyes closed.

“No, no, not better. Just a different set of skills. For example, you’re quite adept at feeding him. I could never dream of doing that for him.”

“You just need to be a more positive thinker.”

“I…I do not think that will help.” He stuttered, making you laugh. The two of you fawned over the baby, bantering softly back and forth until at last, the newborn drifted off to sleep.

Louis really liked to watch over his son when he fell asleep. That was when he was the sweetest. Just lying there, unbothered, undisturbed…so rosy and chubby, and not a single care in the world.

Eventually, he is able to tear himself away from the bassinet, but he continues to steal glances over there, even as you snuggle into his arms and rest your head just under his chin.

“You know he’s going to be awake again in a couple hours, right?”

“Yes…”

“So you should focus on rest, not staring at a sleeping baby.”

“But he is a fascinating little specimen, isn’t he?”

“I wouldn’t call my son a ‘specimen’, personally, but…”

“And he is a very sweet newborn. None of my brothers behaved as well as he does.”

“That’s probably because he has such a doting father.”

“Perhaps…although being the son of the Divine Dragon surely plays a role in that, as well.” He whispered thoughtfully, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Don’t try to flatter me. Just get some sleep. Are you gonna take first watch, or should-”

“I’ll wake up first. If he needs to eat, I’ll rouse you.” He practically jumped on the opportunity, and you bit back another laugh. You did need to sleep, after all.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Of course…anything for you, and for him.”

“For you and for him.” You repeated with a yawn, sighing contentedly as his arms wrapped around you, giving you a soft squeeze.

It was true that your son would indeed wake up in tears hardly two hours from now, but you had never been happier than you were in that moment.

Louis was an excellent father (at least, until he woke you up to feed the baby. Then you liked him a little less).

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Mauvier: Every single second that he spends with his daughter is considered a precious gift.

He can barely tear his eyes off of her, and when he lets someone other than you hold her, he’s roughly six inches away and his hands are practically hovering nearby, ready to catch her (or snatch  her back, which is what always happens).

And when there aren’t any prying eyes who want to fawn over the little girl, she is in her father’s arms, being cooed over and told again and again how beautiful and perfect and adorable she is.

It is a sight to see; the stoic Mauvier, reduced to fluffy warm feelings as he becomes ap uddle of love for his three month old.

“What are you going to do once she starts wandering around, Mauvier?” You ask him one morning, getting dressed while he cuddles the girl snoozing lazily on his chest. “You won’t be able to keep track of her all the time.”

“There are some very fashionable child leashes I saw in the city, recently. I will simply fashion one for her, so that she does not go where I cannot see her.”

“That’s not a bad idea, but…what about when she doesn’t need that anymore?” You asked, amused at his suggestion. “When she gets big enough to want to explore on her own, how will you handle it?”

“I do not know,” He grimaced, gazing at his daughter, “But it isn’t something we need to think about now. We should focus on enjoying her while she is still a baby.”

“That’s a good point…Vander said that children have a tendency to grow up in the blink of an eye. I doubt our daughter will be any different.”

“I am afraid he’s right.” Mauvier agreed with a great solemnity, “So then I must hold onto her and enjoy every single second I have to spare before she gets too big.”

“Speaking of, I’m afraid you’ll have to let her go, for a moment.”

“What? W-why?”

“You need to get dressed.” You reminded him, carefully lifting your baby girl up. “You’ve got an exercise class to lead. Otherwise Alfred will, and everyone will be miserable.”

“He does push hard, doesn’t he?” Mauvier attempted to continue the conversation, but was clearly lost without the little girl in his arms. You shook your head, entertained by how strong his bond was with her.

It was clear he wasn’t going to let anything happen to that girl, ever…especially when he immediately asked (gently) for her back before he had to go to the class.

Then talked you into letting him bring her…and hold her the entire time while you supervised.

At the very least, he made sure to shower you with plenty of shy kisses, as thanks for indulging his ridiculous adoration for your daughter (whom he would surely spoil).

[mysteriawrites]

We Interupt your regularly scheduled program for.......A MATCHUP TRADE WITH: @lxmiko!!!!!!

Thx for doing this with me. This was actually an easy one and I think you’ll be happy with it. ;) DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

SHU YAMINO!!!

this gif is hilarious-

You and Shu are honestly a match made in haven type of couple. You like the same things, have similar temperaments, and are great at leading and taking care of your friends.

You and Shu actually met on YouTube. you guys were both starting your streaming careers; however, he was doing it with Nijisanji and you were working on your own.

Like him you were also a mythical creature. You were a siren (the bird kind not the mermaid kind) a being known for luring others with your beautiful voice.

However, despite enjoying your family and friends and wanting to be around them, you didn’t want to use your abilities for darkness like they did. You wanted to share your voice to make people happy instead.

So, you became an indie streamer/music artist, using your voice and personality to spread joy to others. You would record covers, hand cams where you build Legos, and stream games. Games like visual novel play throughs, puzzle games, indie games and fps games.

Which is how you met Shu Yamino.

There was a Valorant competition was being held among the vtuber community. All the corporate and indies were welcomed to join. You weren’t particularly confident in your skills, but you decided to join anyway for fun.

The teams were randomized in groups of five and you just happened to end up on a team with Shu. Now you don’t live under a rock, you knew who Shu was and knew he was a beast at the game. You actually looked up to him, not just for his fps skills but for his singing voice as well.

As to make sure you made your teammates proud, you decided to have a Valorant training arc and asked you teammates and friends to play with you as often as possible.

Of course, they were happy to help, but Shu was the one who offered to help most often given it was one of if not his favorite game. Through these training sessions you guys got to know each other properly.

You would talk about anything and everything. You guys talked about your favorite foods, your favorite hobbies, your favorite games (he was happy you like Valorant like he did and asked if you guys could keep playing after the tournament), likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, and much more. You guys even decided to do a cover together (Cendrillion)

You guys got really close during the passing weeks to the point where you guys could consider yourself real friends, and maybe even more you both hoped.

The tournament came and went (you guys won obviously), and he expressed his desire to keep hanging out with you...in a more romantic fashion (he was a very red and flustered Shu when he was asking you, but you didn't hear that from me).

And that's how you two got together. It may seem simple; however, your relationship is anything but. You see Shu is more of a soft and quiet romantic. It is very hard to fluster this man, but you do it without even trying. So, he expresses his love more with gestures than with words.

He gives you gifts, takes you out to fun/fancy places, gives you lots of hugs and kisses, but most importantly he's always giving you love, patients, and reassurance. He's always there to lend an ear when you've worked yourself up and give you a hug when you're having an anxiety attack. You don't even have to tell him how you feel because he's such an observant person.

You show your love for in your own equal way. You give him advice, you entertain his silliness, and you remind him to take care of himself. Shu is the reliable and capable mom friend, so it's to be expected that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself. You're there to remind him to take breaks and to focus on himself every once in a while.

Dates with you guys usually just involve staying home and playing video games (we all know this man doesn't touch grass), but sometimes you two will take nice walks in the park, eating ice cream and petting all the dogs.

A very talented and cute gamer couple.

[mageofspacemultiverse]

Fanuary Fan Art #10

Welcome welcome, to Number 10! I'm so so happy to see you again :)

This post is whimsical and full of rhyme, but who cares? It's gifting time!!!

@knavestrolls here me, I will take no refusal; I've made a portrait for your perusal!

The most recent fortune advised Beauje in advance,

To make like Uma Thurman, and do a silly dance.

This was a riot to make as I'm normal about this creature, but given Dave's track record this is no surprising feature. :) Given his was the genesis of this whole endeavour, I did not want to make my show of high regard too clever.

I've known this lovely artist for over a year now; their content is engaging and their attitude is wow! Ever-giving and ever-trying, they might not always feel seen, but they've been as good of a friend as I would hope to glean.

Thank you for the times and talks, all the joys aplenty, and never be afraid to chat if you're getting bored or venty. My poetry is growing stale so I'll try to cut it here, but thanks for all you've done, my pal! I hope I made it clear ^^;

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Eleven around the bend, see you next time friends!!!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS 161

Spoilers for my stories

"here you go." Bee gives the lollipop to the smoll bean who look at the candy and back to the fae. "If... If you think you can poison me? You thought wrong!' with a huff and puff the little fellow accept the candy and start to eats it.

As he did so, bee watch the smoll bean in deep thought before he knows it. He start to style the little untrusting of other creature hair into a space bun and put hair pin that you want to put on his hair before (which he refuse cause it's not his style) and look at the final product.

"your... Weird sicko." The little gremlin said to him while nomming his candy. He did not do anything when his hair is being style it's not like his being harm in any form.

"you have some nasty words for a small creature like you." Bee boop the nose of the said creature who give him a look. "I'm not smoll cause I want too." The smoll bean pointed out with the big lollipop pointed at Bee like a staff. "I'm just being in first stage of cycle..." He start to nom his candy again and went to ignore bee the whole time.

He remembers waking up in the hands of a guy with grey hair and blue eyes staring at him coldly. But it become warm in split of seconds.

"welcome back to the twisted world, Kohaku." The stranger says as he was dress into a onesie and carried out by him. "Don't do anything stupid again. Ok?" He added as he passes the hallway while carrying the little bean.

"You make everyone worry... Besides, you shouldn't try doing such dangerous thing just because of broken heart...again." he wonder why the stranger eyes seems to be cold and dull when he said the last sentence but it become bright again when the door open, and he saw five people waiting for them.

They all look relief in their own way when they saw him in the hands of the stranger before long the red haired who seems to be one of the different cloth from other beside the the tall fellow with brown hair run toward them and scope him up.

"Marvelous! Thank God your ok." Even through he doesn't know the person he seems to be familiar with him. "Your so cute. I hope you'll stay as cute as you are!" The white king says with a smile

"heh. And be bullied next battle royale? Hell no! Blood going to grow up to his original self and beat your ass." The the brighter red haired with blue eyes pointed out as he snatch the little bean away and chuckle as he look at him.

"You look so harmless in this form. Here have a gun." Said the red haired while giving a gun to the small bean who look at him with sparkling eyes.

"Rinne!" The grey haired from earlier nags the other. "Silly grey. I'm red. Who is Rinne?' sticking out his tongue the man called red corrected Grey.

"my, if your giving blood a weapon you should give him more option to choice from." The white king says as he pull out a suit case full of weapons. "Now little blood choice which one you like! Nevermind that? Have all of it!" With sparkling eyes he give the weapon to the little bean but the little bean can only carry a gun with him. He is but a dumpling too tiny to bring more.

As everyone having their silly fun about spoiling the reset of blood, they all suddenly stop as the moment Bee gain the gift The 4th reset, blood gives him as his farewell gift that shook the mansion for a moment.

It felt like Blood in his prime but it's coming from different direction. Blue eyes widen when he realize the illusion he place the intruder in have been removed and they all now In the garden. At that moment in that room that seems to deem lit, a dark chuckle can be heard as they realize that blood did something absorb yet very interesting. How very intriguing and interesting!

The little bean who felt the scary power suddenly remember whats his rule and role but as he think that he was teleported in the garden, before him is tall figures looking down at him. One of them seems familiar, something felt like his yet not. His instinct takes over as held his gun given to him.

He is the owner of this place and no one else. Intruder are not allowed! 'he thinks as he wish to go back to the people that welcome him but he was kidnapped by the thief who stolen something from him. Who is called Bee. As a lord of a domain, he will get it back. And return home.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Let's Talk

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I have to start the noodles, the water is boiling... I reluctantly leave Finnegan to take off his slacks. Once they're in the water I get him a drink, in the sports bottle of course. He seems too old for a Sippy-Cup which is fine by me. I'm pretty sure he's about seven or eight in little space, the ages when he was sick. Him mentioning that he'd missed a bunch of experiences during that time period sort of solidified my thoughts on that.

I'll have to ask him about that tonight, if we get that far. I've spent the past hour making dinner and in between, I've been on my phone looking up anything I can find on Daddy Doms and Little Boys and refreshing my memory. I'm glad he wants to talk. I know that neither of us have all the answers but we can at least figure out what the questions are, make sure we're on the same page and try to come up with some sort of a plan.

"Can I go get Marten?" he asks.

"Wait until after dinner, please."

He loves being downstairs but it's not completely ferret-proof so I don't want him running around when we're busy eating. Ferrets are amazing creatures and are insanely good at finding the one thing in the house they shouldn't eat/destroy/climb/play with.

"Come get your drink, darling. Can you set the table?"

I'm mostly testing him, I want to see how he reacts. I pull out the plates, bowls and silverware and put them in a pile on the counter.

"Sure," he says, smiling.

"It's the least I can do."

He's cute, really cute. He's shirtless which... let me tell you... is a huge oversight on my part because how am I supposed to focus when all he's wearing is a little pair of bright yellow boxers with a huge sun on his ass? I pull the chicken out to rest for a minute and run upstairs to grab him a shirt.

"Thanks," he says, pulling it on.

"I like this one."

I'm going to have to order some more crazy shirts, most of mine are fairly boring. The few funny ones I have are gifts from Andy.

"Anything else I can do?"

I just have to butter and season the noodles.

"No, go ahead and sit... I'm about done."

I take the chicken to the table while the butter is melting, then take the noodles over. I did the salad and fixings half an hour ago so it's ready, something I learned from my mother.

"This looks and smells amazing Emmett, thank you."

"You're welcome, darling."

We both dig in. Finnegan eats an entire split chicken breast and plenty of noodles and salad to go with it.

I'm a glutton and eat two... it's really good.

"I don't want to wear diapers or have to call you Sir or get treated like a child" he blurts out.

'Okay.'

"I'm okay with all of that, Finnegan. Look, if you're a little, we get to make the rules. You do a perfectly good job of running your own life, darling, I don't want to micromanage it. That said, if you wanna come over here, have a good meal and relax for the evening, that I can do."

He's thinking.

"That sounds really good. This, this is really nice."

He's sitting with his legs perched up on his chair, it's adorable. He has a napkin in his lap and wipes his mouth, then tucks it back under the table.

"I like this silly cup. If that makes me a little, maybe I am one. I don't know. But all those rules, I mean, I just don't know if that's me. I want to be able to talk to you, as equals."

I want that too.

"I had a lot of rules in the Army, I don't need more now. Finnegan, I think we're just gonna have to see how this goes. I've sure as hell never done this before and I'm not sure you've really figured yourself out either. Who knows, maybe in a month you'll be more comfortable with me and want things you don't want now, you know? We're just gonna have to keep talking about it, as painful as it is, so we can make sure we're both happy."

"That's what I'm worried about Emmett, why would you want to date someone like me? You can't want to watch kiddie movies every night."

"Not every night, no. You're gonna have to put up with me watching baseball and my insane addiction to hoarders if we spend a lot more time together. But if you wanna lay on my lap and do, I don't know Finnegan, what do you do when you're, well, little?"

I didn't know how else to put it.

"I don't know. Once I went on YouTube and figured out how to make different paper airplanes. I made a couple and threw them all over my apartment. Is that weird?"

"Sounds like fun to me, darling."

"And I like toys. I... uh... I have some Lego I mess with. And I love cartoons... you know that. But I could watch on my laptop and use headphones."

He's so sweet.

"That would be fine. So serious question... are you always little when you're alone or if you can be? I'd like to know what to expect... is all."

He always thinks about his answers and I love that. He's not just blabbing the first thing that pops into his head.

"Sometimes I have to do stuff. Cook, shop, work. So when I have stuff to do I just do it but if I'm not busy I... yeah I guess I'm usually little, as you put it. I always thought it was just me."

"It is just you, Finnegan and that's fine. Okay so what if my house is little space? You don't have to do adult stuff here, right? I'll handle the cooking and if you have to work I assume you'd just go home. So when you come in here you can strip and get comfortable and we'll just give it a try?"

It's the best I can offer since we have no idea what we're doing.

"I can't believe you'd do that... I mean, why? It sounds really good but what do you get out of it?"

"Other than seeing you?"

He rolls his eyes, most of the sites I was on today would say that's worthy of a spanking.

"What?"

"There's no way you want to hang around a guy who likes to drink out of bendy straws."

Now I'm a little frustrated.

"Why not? What the fuck does it matter to me? How does it affect me at all? I couldn't give two shits, Finnegan. I like you, okay? You make me smile, you make me feel good, and I enjoy doing things with you. I think your sunshine boxers are cute and they make me happy. I've had enough sad and dark and dreary in my life, Finnegan. I could use more laughter and smiles and silliness. Okay?"

He walks over and I push my chair back because it looks like yes... he wants to perch on my lap.

"I'm sorry, Emmett."

His arms are wrapped around my shoulders and his cheek is resting on my forehead and all the anger drains out of me instantly.

"I want you happy, that's why I asked. I just want to make sure you're not doing this just for me, you know? That's not healthy. I've been in plenty of relationships where I didn't share this, where I was normal."

"And none of them lasted, Finnegan."

None of mine have either.

"No."

I think we both need a break... some time to process everything we've said. I give him a tap and he hops up.

"Why don't you go get Marten and I'll clean up."

"I could help, Emmett."

"You can help by playing with Marten, please."

I stand up too and gather our plates. He'd much rather do that and we need some space. Besides, I know how short his evenings are and there's really not much to do to clean up, I did some as I went.

"Okay, I'll get him. Um... are you mad at me?"

I can't have him thinking that so I drop the dishes on the counter and pull him into my arms.

"No, not at all."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 151: Big Kids and Tiny Cats

The family had lost one beloved pet but was gaining three toddlers as the infant cousins prepared to age up.

Tori and Toni came over to the house early for one final baby playdate before they all headed off to the indoor fun park to celebrate the birthdays.

While Peachy was busy in the kitchen crafting a special cake with love, Jack entertained the ladies, chatting with Tori about how she and Miguel were adjusting to life on the farm without Steven and Gabby and comparing notes with Toni about the joys of stay-at-home parenthood.

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Once the master chef was finished creating his latest delicious treat the group headed out.

The birthday parents had waited until the very last possible moment to age up their little ones and so now that task was first on the agenda. No one wanted to see their precious babies sad because their birthday had been “forgotten” while literally at their own birthday party!

One by one they did the honors, Jack and Luigi going last. He knew that his baby growing up was inevitable, but that didn’t mean he was ready!

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Peachy stood by apprehensively as little Luigi spun around in the air, both men relieved when he landed safely back in his Papa’s arms. Jack was sure the watcher would be pleased to keep the boy’s current hairdo when he saw the neon green streaks in his thick black locks.

Ignoring the three doses of infant spittle that had extinguished Peachy’s delicious confection everyone dug in happily. Jack and Peachy joined Fabian and his girlfriend at a table, congratulating the couple who were on the road to joining their friends in the land of parenthood in the very near future.

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After playing happily with Hunter, Olive and Fern in the enclosed play area for quite awhile Luigi snuck out when one of the adults opened the gate and toddled over to his big cousin Denton who he thought looked lonely standing all by himself in the corner.

Peachy’s sense of humor seemed to have rubbed off on his son. Upon aging up he discovered a strong interest in being silly himself and tried to make his cousin laugh by babbling out one of Dada’s funniest jokes. Denton apparently wasn’t a fan of his comedy, so much so that he hauled off and hit him!

The adults hadn’t seen what happened, but Jack heard his boy wailing and hurried over to scoop him up in a big hug. It was getting late anyway, and the men took that as their que to leave, wishing everyone goodbye before heading back home.

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As soon as they got back and got comfy Peachy told Jack there was one final gift he’d like to give Luigi. The house had no pet with Luna’s passing, Taz having gone with Paul and Nikita to the ranch when they moved. Peachy had arranged for a litter of kittens to come over so Luigi could pick one out.

Jack hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to “replace” his best girl. Peachy framing the adoption as giving their boy a furry playmate to grow up with helped the cat lover sidestep his reservations and dive eagerly into helping introduce the adorable tiny creatures to his own adorable tiny man.

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Knowing his husband Peachy had been fully prepared to end up with 3 new household members after their adoption evaluation, but one of the furballs surprised them all by taking an instant dislike to the cat lover!

The other 2 kittens seemed to get along well with everyone and so in the end the trio welcomed marmalade and Chubbs into their happy little home.

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Jack gave Peachy a thank you kiss for once again filling their house up with life and love before helping Luigi say goodnight to the kittens and get in bed.

Jack spun his son a fantastic tale about a very special little sim who was his Papa’s, and his Watcher’s, pride and joy. He might not be able to convince his husband of his special status, but he was determined to make sure their son, the next legacy heir, knew exactly who he was.

Luigi would know as much about the secrets of their world as his papa could tell him, and while Jack knew he might not believe everything he hoped that the facts he did accept would help him find his way and better navigate through the interesting life he was bound to lead.

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[a-lonely-dunedain]

day 204 of hating the Staghorns so much it defies description:

[warning unhinged petty rant under the cut]

THEY THREW AWAY RAVAEDRON'S GIFT BECAUSE THEY WERE SO FUCKING PETTY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK like "ohhhh noo our friend is worried about our safety because we're living alone in the middle of nowhere while there's creatures of unimaginable evil about. what a TERRIBLE friend!!! we're going to hate him forever now!!!!!!" I HATE THE STAGHORNS SO MUCH THEY'RE SO ARROGANT AND PETTY AND TEMPERAMENTAL RAVAEDRON SHOULD HAVE BETTER FRIENDS. like I Get It, they don't understand the amount of danger they're in because they've been so well protected from it by the rangers, but they're SO unaware that it come across as straight up stupidity. like they're letting their literal child go out "wraith hunting" like that's a totally sane and ok thing to let your kid do. even if they don't fully understand what a wraith is, even the most basic sanitized description of it Should have made them think twice about just how equipped they are to handle themselves in the face of this danger, but noooooooo how DARE Ravaedron take even the most basic precautions in making the task of defending themselves easier, clearly he's in the wrong here! like I cannot stress this enough, there are just two adults and a literal child in that household, they can't do shit to defend themselves from a Nazgul, yet Somehow Ravaedron being worried about them makes him the "racist elf" stereotype in their minds??????? they were just looking for a reason to hate him I bet.

Maddoc Staghorn hears that Ravaedron wanted to help out before he left and then immediately says "did he befriend us... out of pity?" this man REEKS of insecurity and it's going to get both him and his family killed.

and then, and THEN they have the gal, the audacity, to pull this "ohhh noo we just reacted like that because we were soooo sad that you were leaving :(((((((((((" act at the end of the questline. like we're just going to ignore the Staghorn's casual racism then? just going to pretend this was just an "oopsie! silly misunderstanding!" and that the Staghorns are not clearly in the wrong here??? we're just gonna act like they're not terrible people? ok. what a delusional and unhinged way to react. like, right, sure, someone I (allegedly) care about is leaving for personal reasons and gives me a parting gift, and what do I do? just throw it away I guess because it didn't have the Correct Symbolic Meaning™ behind it! "We did not want paintings, or gifts!" "It is YOU that we will miss, Ravaedron." liars. you reacted to him informing you that he's leaving by yelling at him and telling him he was no longer welcome in your house. for all you knew that was going to be the last time you ever saw him and you happily tried to burn that bridge without hesitation.

They never apologized for this and I think that's the part that really gets me. like I know people react to loss in weird and nonsensical ways sometimes, so maybe I could look past it if they admitted "yeah we really messed up there, you leaving just got to us and we didn't handle it well" but NOPE! not so much as a "sorry" for their cruel words, or for throwing away the painting he worked so hard on. Ravaedron ends up needing to apologize to them for *checks notes* trying to help defend their house and painting them a beautiful landscape. right. ok.

look look, I don't mean to rag on this questline, MOST of it was great! we got some really good moments in there with the rangers! I just. that first instance with the Staghorns always leaves Such a bad taste in my mouth it's really hard to continue the quests after that point. I just need to get this rant out of my system so hopefully I'll have an easier time with the rest of it. the worst part really is just that beginning bit so now that I've finally gotten that over with it'll be easier

[cherrypieships]

valentine’s day

A/N: unfortunately for you bitches i am now enjoying posting fic on here. here’s a valentines day one

Ship: Davey x Pepper (s/i)

Summary: modern au! Davey asks Pepper to be his Valentine

The seasonal aisle in Target is sensory overload in the best way. Davey ponders this as he turns over a box of heart shaped candies in his palm. The pinks and reds and glitter-pasted surfaces are overwhelming as he browses through the three stretching aisles of shelving, looking for the perfect little gift. 

Days ago, he’d asked Pepper what she’d like for Valentine’s Day and, being Pepper, she’d waved the question off. He wasn’t stupid though, it was her favorite holiday, and she was getting a gift come hell or high water. He’d been browsing her Etsy likes for about an hour before making the realization- he hadn’t even asked her to be his Valentine yet. And that had set his scheme in motion. 

Now he stands in the seasonal aisles debating whether she’d prefer chocolates or a stuffed animal.

Eventually he gives up and decides on both- a plush orange cat holding a pink heart that says ‘you’re purr-fect’ in its mouth, and a heart-shaped box of Russell Stovers wrapped in glossy red cellophane- and moves on to the cards. There’s funny ones, and sentimental ones, and ones with pretty artwork on the front, but nothing really screams Pepper to him.

Stumped, he decides to mosey up to the checkout and make a card with whatever printer paper and markers they have lying around at home. Which is probably just her stash of colorful sharpies for scrapbooking. 

The girl behind the cash register eyes him as he places the items on the belt. “Cute cat,” she remarks, sliding its tag past the scanner.

He blinks, looks around quickly, and then realizes he is, in fact, buying a stuffed animal. “Oh,” he says, “thank you. He looks like our cat at home.” He lifts his phone, the clear-backed case proudly displaying a polaroid of Pepper, her face smushed affectionately against Mango’s own.

The cashier grins, tilting her head to see the picture better. “Oh, wow, yeah. Cute!” She slips the little creature into a plastic bag, his whiskers peeking out over the top. Good, he thinks, he can breathe. It takes a moment to notice what a silly, irrational thought it is, and he wonders briefly what posessed him before he realizes- it’s something Pepper would say. 

He turns the phone in his palm, takes his own look at the picture.  It sends a trickle of warmth up his cheeks, the thought of returning home to his little family, and he makes haste of paying for his purchases.

The next destination is a flower shop near their shared apartment. Checking his watch, he’s making good time- he has an hour and a half before she even gets out of work. He slips into the store.

The cool New York air gives way to a warm, humid climate when he slides in the door. The smell in the shop is clean and sweet, all roses and lilacs and hydrangeas. It washes over his face in a gentle welcome, and he makes his way towards the large-headed pink peonies tucked into the corner. After working up the courage, he manages to stop stroking the silken petals and ask the florist to cut a bouquet together.

It ends up even prettier than he’d expected, with fluffy peonies cushioned by baby’s breath and paired with cream-colored roses. The thick green stems are wrapped in brown paper and tied, at his request, with a red embroidery string. They perfume the small space of his car the whole way home. 

He takes the stairs up to their apartment two at a time, target bag slung over his elbow and flowers tucked firmly in his palm. It isn’t until he’s already keyed his way in and toed off his shoes that he realizes there’s music floating in from the kitchen. It takes him a few bars to place the song- you squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it’s gonna be a long road…

He’s both elated and saddened to hear the dulcet tones of his girlfriend’s voice singing along. Of course he’s happy she’s home, out of work early and ready to start the rest of the evening together. On the other hand, he’d really been banking on a surprise for her.

Mango curls around his ankles, mewing indignantly when she is not given immediate pets. Always the pushover, Davey grants her a scratch behind the ears. “Hi, honey. Where’s mama, huh?” He coos.

The orange tabby knocks her face against his shin in lieu of another answer, and shimmies off to her perch amongst the couch cushions. He snorts at her antics, and trudges his way into the kitchen just as Pepper turns around, a whirlwind of inky ringlet curls and vanilla fragrance. Her eyes are wide as she catches sight of him. “Oh, hi! You’re home!” She sounds a little panicked. 

Nevertheless, a grin curls over his face. “Hi, angel,” he says, a kiss to her lips. It’s then that he notices the smear of vanilla frosting on the apple of her cheek. He thumbs it away. “You’re home early.”

Red dusts her cheeks. “I… wanted to surprise you,” she admits, finally taking a step to the side, and there, on the counter, is a dozen misshapen cupcakes. They’re red velvet, his favorite, smeared messily with poppy-pink frosting and adorned with edible pearls. Seven of them spell out ‘B-E M-I-N-E-?’ in white icing. It’s a little silly, and a lot endearing, and he’s so overwhelmed with the visible effort she’s put into it that he can’t stop himself from throwing the target bag and flowers onto the counter and sweeping her up into a kiss.

She shrieks, delighted, and kisses him back, messy and vanilla-flavored. “I was gonna-” he interrupts her with another kiss. “Ask you to be my Valentine! But you ruined the surprise!” Davey would feel bad if she sounded at all disappointed. But she doesn’t.

He pulls away, scooping the flowers up again. “I was goin’ to ask you, baby, I was gonna set these up all nice for you.” He hands them to her, revels in her little gasp before pulling out the chocolates and, best of all, the mini-Mango. 

Pepper buries her nose in the flowers, moving from the peonies to the roses and back again. When she looks up, her bottom lip is pushed out, and she clutches the little cat to her chest. “Oh my god, you’re the best,” she says.

Though he can feel his cheeks heat, he waves her off. “You’re the best.”

When he leans down to kiss her again, he’s stopped with a manicured finger to his lips. “Wait, is that a yes?” She poses, brows furrowed as if she’s really, actually concerned he’s gonna say no. They’ve been dating for years.

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, angel. I’ll be your Valentine.”