#this rq is nearly a year old

[frenchfrywrites]

Was reading your obey me master list and your mating press ask for the boys and sides made me wonder about perhaps pressing the Twst third years?

Mating press with the TWST third years

MINORS DNI

Cater really loves the position! He looves that it forces you to pay such close attention to him. Oh you'd never be able to tell if he likes it more than any other position though. Cater is dumb and drooling just from having your tip pop inside of him, and having you push him into a mating press generates the same reaction lol. No matter what position you fuck in, he's gonna be drunk on your dick all the same. He'll brag to other people about you being able to fuck him in the position btw.

Trey looooves the mating press position. Part of his infatuation with it comes from the name of the position alone, for he has a massive breeding kink imo. Part of it though, is due to the fact that you’re so close to him, and he can see you better when he doesn’t have his glasses on <3 he loves being able to see your face and cling to you when you fuck him! Even if he can’t see you as well as he’d like, the sound of your balls and thighs hitting his skin is fuel to the fire cooking in his loins.

The mating press is easily Leona’s favorite position to do when you want to take him on his back. Typically I think he leans more towards being fucked doggy style or on his side, so his tail isn’t put in an awkward or uncomfortable position. But when you’re fucking him in a mating press he’s so lost in pleasure that he’s hardly paying attention to the feeling of his tail being pinned against the bed. All he can do is claw your back and beg you to fuck him full of some cubs. 

Rook has more favored positions, but he has absolutely no complaints when it comes to the mating press. He likes that he can cling to you and show off how flexible he is! He likes that he can kiss you while you cum. He especially loves the way that your cock reaches so deeply inside of him. However he certainly doesn’t need to be fucked in this position every night to be satisfied. If you maneuver him into it every once in a while, it’ll the do the trick of getting him real worked up and seeing stars. 

Vil will probably claim indifference towards the position, but he loooves it! He’s greedy for your cock, and loves having it feel like you’re churning up his guts with how deep you’re reaching. He likes that you’d have to be focused on him and his pretty face while fucking him. And he especially loves how it feels to have you cumming deep inside of him, making sure there’s not a drop that escapes him. He’s more than flexible enough to do the position nearly every night too.

Idia “hates” the position. He’ll tell you it’s embarrassing, and that it hurts but really he loves it so much. All it takes is one thrust in the position and all excuses die on his tongue. The first time you try it he cums so quick. That isn’t to say that it isn’t a bit embarrassing for him, being so exposed for you, or that it doesn’t hurt a bit (because we all know boy is NOT doing his stretches lmao). It's just that Being Seen a little by someone he loves and trusts, and the subsequent burn in his legs the following morning (that remind him of said fucking) are hardly "negatives". So really, he won’t complain much. 

Malleus enjoys the position a lot! When you explained it to him, I think he really liked the implications coming with the name. He gets all flustered and excited thinking about you being his mate and filling him with babies. He loves having you manhandle him into the position, and the weight of you on top of him more than anything. When he’s deep into subspace having you so close is an incredibly comforting thing. Being the romantic that he is, he also adores being able to see your face while in the position. 

I actually can’t see Lilia being wildly into the position. The things he’d love about it is being so small under you (the size kink goes wild with this position), and having you so close to him. However… I see Lilia as being a very active and squirm-y man. I think he’d much much rather ride you than be put in a mating press. He’s like the opposite of a pillow princess to me dkshgkah. BUT! If you did hypno with him, or maybe somno, he’s very into it and very pliant. He may be old as dust, but he can still stretch and bend like any other twink.

[doyeons-archived]

yeoreum + unnatural era — requested by anon

[jeongyeonluvr]

can i rq a part 2 to the middle!mina and cg!nayeon?

tw: sh, this is just a thought, don’t feel like you have to add to this if it makes you uncomfortable <3

mina coming back from japan and feeling overwhelmed and anxious and needing her mama. slipping into her headspace and just feeling so angry and crying.

once misamo are home, mina runs to look for nayeon, who isn’t home, making mina more upset.

mina ends up hurting herself due to the overwhelming feelings and thoughts she’s experiencing.

when nayeon eventually comes home, she walks in on mina hurting herself and just comforts her all night long :(

open the door!

|| cg!Nayeon middle/nd!Mina

•CW: swearing, self-harm, crying, abandonment, (mina’s just hurting tbh)

“Minari… what’s wrong? You’ve not spoke a word since we got on the plane.” Sana asks a little concerned.

“Piss off, Sana.” Mina mutters, rolling her eyes truly not being in the mood to play the what’s Mina’s problem game again.

“Enough of that or I’ll tell Jeongyeon.” Momo says a bit more sternly.

“Bite me.” Mina says in a monotone voice, putting her headphones back on and blanket over herself as the flight went on.

She seriously can’t wait to get home, she’s always hated flying, everything is so overstimulating. Lights are too bright, people talk too loud, babies crying. It’s a sensory nightmare, but Momo and Sana seem to forget a lot of the time and Mina thinks they just don’t care enough to remember.

~~

“Hurry uppp, it can’t take that long to find a bag.” Mina nags as Momo is still waiting for her bag.

“I can’t help it if mines is lost!” Momo whisper shouts starting to get tired of Mina’s attitude.

“Right, right. No need to argue we’ll get the bag then go.” Sana explains trying to calm the situation, “Mina you have you’re bag, and i have mine. We only need to wait for one more then we can go, yeah?”

“Stop speaking to me like that, i’m not a baby!” Mina shouts, she hates when the girls start talking to her like she’s three years old. She’s not, she’s sixteen.

Sana’s cheeks start to go a little red and her eyes grow wide. “Okay, I’m getting you a taxi and you can go home yourself.”

“Wait no, I don’t want to be alone!” Mina shouts not wanting to get a taxi all by herself.

“Should of thought about that, huh?” Sana rolls her eyes as she grabs Mina’s hand and drags her to the exit.

Momo comes stumbling behind with her bag - it being nearly bigger than her full body. “Guys! It’s okay! I got my bag we can all go now.”

“You’re lucky.” Sana whispers in Mina’s ear being completely done with her for today.

~~

As soon as Mina stepped foot in the dorm door she was scanning everywhere for Nayeon. She couldn’t bare looking at anyone else.

“Mama! Mama!” Mina starts to shout, not noticing Jihyo in the living room on her belly, startling her a little. Her bottom lip bobs out and she starts wailing.

Mina groans at that and moves her hands to cover her ears. “Where’s my mama?!”

Jeongyeon comes rushing in at the sound of Jihyo crying and picks her up ever so gently and puts her head agenst her chest to calm her.

“Go to your room, Sana and Momo have filled me in on the way you’ve acted and it’s completely unacceptable.” Jeongyeon scolds moving her eyes from Mina to the hall way.

“No! I need my mama, Jeongyeon. Where is she?!” Mina says starting to grip her hair and tears starting to prick her eyes.

“Listen to me, Mina. Go to your room.” Jeongyeon exclaims.

“I hate everyone in this fuck ass dorm!” Mina shouts and storms to the bathroom, tears finally fall from her eyes.

~~

She wasn’t thinking straight, she knew that but it felt like that was the only thing that would calm her down.

One little sting became a lot of little stings, on her right thigh. The tears wouldn’t stop but nothing would stop, the thoughts in her head never stopped, everyone around her, everything just would stop.

Her mama’s probably left her for good, who wouldn’t? She’s such a wreck and can’t calm down once she’s in this state.

Mina was in a cloud of thoughts and didn’t even hear anything going on at the other side of the door. Not the banging, not the shouting, all she could hear was her own thoughts and they are so loud.

~~

“Mina, open the fucking door!” Nayeon screeches, shoving her body agenst the door.

“How couldn’t any of you’s realise she’s in there?” Nayeon seethes turning her eyes to Jeongyeon, Sana and Momo.

Sana avoids eye contact, Momo gulps very loudly and Jeongyeon lets out a long sigh.

“I- I told her to go to her room, I thought she did.” Jeongyeon looks to the ground very gingerly.

“You know what she’s like! I can’t belive you three let this happen.” Nayeon explains not meaning to blame everything on them but it’s easier that than blaming herself.

“Mina honey, open the door! I’m not mad, I’m worried.” Nayeon tries one more time before getting a bobby pin and picking the lock.

Once she heard the click of the lock being undone a wave of relief came over her but as soon as she opened the door and seen Mina, a pit started to form in the bottom of her stomach.

“Oh my god, baby.” Nayeon utters seeing the state Mina’s in. Hunched over, thigh covered in blood, blade lying on the tiled floor and Mina whimpering softly.

“You,” Nayeon says pointing to Momo, “Get the kids and take them to Sunmi, say it’s an emergency and stay over.”

As nayeon finished saying that, watching Momo leave to get the kids, she points to Jeongyeon. “You, get the first aid kit and then go to your room.”

Jeongyeon does a little nod and goes quickly then Nayeon points to the last one left, “And you, go get Mina the candy I bought her and sit it in my bedroom.”

Sana turns quickly and goes to do what Nayeon asks.

Nayeon slowly turned around to look at Mina, feeling her heart hurt a little at the state she’s in.

“Mina honey look at me,” Nayeon starts softly, lifting her hand up to touch Mina’s shoulder.

Mina flinches heavily and takes in a deep breath, glaring at Nayeon though her eyelashes. “Where were you?”

“I was at the convenience store, getting you a sweet treat honey. I know you’re going through a hard time.” Nayeon explains.

“You left me.” Mina sniffs in a little whisper.

“No honey, I would never, ever leave you.” Nayeon says with sad eyes leaning over to try touch Mina again.

“Don’t touch me! Go! Leave again!” Mina shouts trying to get up but ultimately slumming back down, not having much energy.

“I’m not going anywhere, I need to make sure you’re okay and evidently you’re not.” Nayeon whispers glancing over at the door and seeing Jeongyeon place down the first aid kit and walking away.

Nayeon reaches over and grabs it, but making sure it’s not in view of Mina’s vision to not scare her even more.

“Baby, I need to clean you to make sure you don’t get any infections, yeah? It’ll be just like last time, sting a little then some bandaids.” Nayeon explains lifting Mina’s chin up with her hand and wiping some tears away.

“Mama I didn’t mean too, I d-didn’t know what to do.” Mina sobs and shuffles over to Nayeon more, trying to sit in her lap.

“I know baby, I know.” Nayeon whispers in her ear, rocking back and forth softly as she strokes her hair.

Once Mina calms down a little Nayeon picks up the first aid kit, Mina glances at it and wines. She knows what comes whenever that’s bout. The stinging, the coldness.

“C’mon baby, you know the drill.” Nayeon sighs racking her fingers through Mina’s hair.

“I know, but it never gets easier mama.” Mina whimpers, shivering all over.

~~

“There we go, all done.” Nayeon sighs as she leaves the last princess bandaid on Mina’s thigh.

Mina glances to her thigh then back at at Nayeon, mascara running from her bambi eyes, cheeks red and an utterly empty expression on her face.

“I can lift you through to my room, yeah?” Nayeon says as she starts to kneel up. All mine does is let out a soft whimper and nod a little.

“Up you come.” Nayeon whispers, more to her self and starts to make her way to her bedroom. Mouthing to Sana to clean up the bathroom.

As she entered her bedroom she softly layed Mina down on her bed and quickly got her penguin plush out.

“I know you say you’re to old for him, but i think you need a friend.” Nayeon says half joking.

Mina lets out a soft giggle then reaches for Mr. penguin.

Nayeon quickly grabbed the candy bar and made her way over to her side of the bed.

“Mina, when you feel like this and i’m not home, you need to phone me. I would never leave you, honey.” Nayeon says a bit more seriously.

Mina looks down almost shamefully, “I’m sorry mama, I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Hey, you wouldn’t of hurt anyone, it’s not your fault you just didn’t know what to do.” Nayeon says gently lifting Mina’s chin up with her finger.

“Look I got you a little something to maybe cheer you up.” Nayeon passes the bar of candy to Mina.

Mina’s face brightened up a little at that, opening the chocolate and taking a small bite.

“Thank you mama, I love you.” Mina sighs, a bit relieved to have a bit of chocolate.

“I love you too, kid.” Nayeon smiles turning over to grab the remote for the tv and starts scanning through netflix with Mina tucked under her arm.

[syntia13treeman]

Case files 10.02

what I think happened in:

Case 10.02, the case of "The Trapdoor Opens" or "Releasing ancient evil – a guide."

One might say it's cheating, making a file for an event that technically isn't a case yet, in that it hasn't been noticed and recorded by OIAR. (Yet). Buuuuuuut… I don't care. :)

So. What we know: Nearly 25 years ago, in December 1999, a paranormal research facility in Manchester, Magnus Institute, burned to the ground. Reportedly, there were no survivors.

However, this might not have been true. Let's put a pin in it for the moment.

On a dark and rainy night on 09th of March 2024, two OIAR employees (on their own time) entered the ruins and conducted a very soggy and inefficient search.

The instigator of the expedition, Samama Khalid, as a child was part of some (rather shady) program for gifted children conducted here. His hazy-yet-unsettling memories of the place had resurfaced recently, and he was determined to find some answers. The resident voice of reason, Alice Dyer, assisted him by way of holding the umbrella and trying to talk him out of the whole thing.

Before she succeeded, the following things happened:

Sam found a mystery key among the debris.

Sam successfully (eventually) broke through the door to an old office (probably owned by someone named Archibald. Ha ha.)

Sam was not careful enough walking around the rotten floor, and part of it collapsed under him.

Sam did not fall into the hole, thanks to quick reflexes of Alice, who pulled him back.

Sam did, however, drop the hard-won key into the newly created hole.

Sam gave up, and agreed to leave.

And now we return to our pin. Because down below the rotten floor of the office, something did survive. It heard the key falling down. It managed to find it, and fumbled in the darkness to fit it in the lock. It unlocked the padlock. It opened a trapdoor. It breathed free air for the first time in decades.

After 25 years of imprisonment, the Ę̴̊̆R̶̗̟̝̒͛̈́̍R̵̛̯͍̠̗Ö̴̮̤́́R̴̞͍̲̞̐̓́͠ͅ ̸̡̫̣̟̏̊̇̍͜ ψ walks free.

Unnoticed by all, a lonely tape-recorder hidden somewhere in the office keeps spinning its tape.

Thus concludes the thrilling Saturday Night adventure.

I... Have Questions. Not many, but pressing ones.

The most pressing one is WHY did you crazy kids go to explore literal crumbling ruins at night? Urbexers do it for 'vibes' and 'clout' (and they don't always come back with the same number of eyes they went in with), but why would you? What made you think it was a good idea to look for clues in the feeble light of torches? Why? Just… WHY? (And why a work night? Did you take a day a night off? Are you exploring on company time? Couldn't you wait till Sunday morning?)

Another good one: does Alice really believe this is a dead end (haha) and can't be bothered with it, or is she dragging Sam away because she knows something's there, and doesn't want her baby shrimp anywhere near it?

And finally – what did they just unleash on the world? My first thought was "one of those gifted kids did not make it back home," and that's as far as I'm willing to let that thought go for the moment. Another one was: "what magical monstrosity did they create in the Artefact Research"? And another: "holy shit, it's been 25 years. How sane is ERROR after all that time (assuming it was sane to begin with)? (I know there are clues on RQ's backstage page, where the casting calls dwell, but going there feels like cheating, so I won't. Today).

[phyriaxi]

Another ask separate from my rq, are there any artists or other influences that have inspired your art that you'd like to share?

ohh boy, this is definitely a question I can ramble about (apologies in advance for the long text!!)

Short Answer (a list of lasting artistic influences):

Movies/animanga: How to Train Your Dragon, Avatar (not ATLA, sorry) , Evangelion, Pinch Point (by VLANCAT), Land of the Lustrous, Tower of God, CSM, Tokyo Ghoul, 86 EIGHTY-SIX

Games: Arknights, Cytus II (rip art team..), Honkai Impact 3rd, Destiny 2

artists/illustrators/animators: Shilin, Ishida Sui, yasutatsu, WOOMA, par0llel, suzumesakiii, Dino_illus, liduke, ligton1225, Curie Lu, 96yottea, many many others... I could write nearly every Arknights illustrator as well and still not be satisfied ..

Music: classical music, Ado, KIVA, Eve (the MVs..!), i think i need to stop listing things now because it'll never end

Long Answer (rambling):

when it comes to art, i am definitely inspired by other visual artists, but i am also very inspired by the world around me as well as creators of other types of media. i'm extremely lucky to have grown up in a lively, diverse city with a wonderfully creative family, so the art and music of my family and environment plays a large part in my artistic preferences!! Something I have really wanted to integrate more deeply into my art is the contrast between new and old, grungy and refined... it reflects a lot of the conflicts that make up what I consider to be "me." Also, I just really like the vibe of chaotic industrial zones and rusty metal combined with a shining city in the distance, lol.

Regarding particularly influential media: pretty much anyone who's taken a glance at my blog will know immediately that Arknights is one of my biggest influences. it's basically all i draw nowadays... whenever I'm not thinking about Responsibilities and Adult Life i'm usually thinking about either Arknights or Ado (<3).

before Arknights, I spent a long time drawing fanart and fan-characters inspired by How to Train Your Dragon. Both the visual and musical aspects of that series still have a very dear place in my heart, even if I don't engage much with the community anymore. I actually only really started drawing not-dragons about 3 or 4 years ago at this point. Something I have been thinking about a lot recently is how I can go back to drawing more creatures alongside my humanoid subjects, since it's not something I've done very much recently.

Gradually I began to find more friends in the art community, and I think I'm very influenced by those people as well! It isn't a competition, of course, but being around people who are also pushing to improve is a big motivator when I am feeling low on passion. "I want to stand together with them at the top of world one day", is how I often feel. I really want to work on a collaborative project with other artists someday as well. Trying to build my skill is partially because I want to better express my ideas, but also because I want to inspire and be inspired by other creators. :D I think my art has been evolving at a pretty good pace recently because of these motivators.. the friends and regulars (including you, burstfoot!!) that visit my blog regularly here really motivate me too!!

and lastly, I'm at a point in my life where I feel that if I can't get this art thing off the ground, I will probably have to give up on pursuing it properly soon... so it's partially desperation that is inspiring me to change and try new ways of expression as well :,]

[ thank you for the ask!! ]

[antiradqueer]

just wanna put it out there that all the "we're inclusive and accepting! if you're problematic, this is the only place people will love and support you!" is a complete trap.

i thought that i was radqueer and "transage" because radqueers told me that not wanting to share your age online with complete strangers was "age dysphoria". i was also told that caring for animals was zoophilia and liking warrior cats was "fictozoophilia". they told me i was all these different minorities and 90% fake marginalized identities, and that the radqueer community was the only place i would ever be accepted, because no one else could be trusted and i could never tell anyone else. i was told that i was an "adult attracted minor" because i was 16 attracted to someone who had just turned 18, and that i should pursue a relationship with 20-something radqueers because "kids can consent, you're super mature! no relationship is harmful!" and that me feeling upset and uncomfortable with 25 year olds flirting with me was just me being "anti-para" and ""not accepting "anti-radqueer".

now im in therapy and will probably never recover from all of this. i have diagnosed c-ptsd from everything i went through in that community and i barely made it out alive, after nearly committing suicide multiple times because of what radqueers put me through. the radqueer community nearly fucking killed me and i hope to god that the other minors in that community make it out.

turns out, a cult is a cult, no matter how cute and friendly and wholesome radqueers try to make it seem.

its definitely a cult honestly, i can even see it with the small amount of research ive done

but actually, reading all the stuff ex radqs and people who were almost rq have said to me

radqueers are predators. they will absolutely lie and use rhetoric to bring anyone in. its not "accepting someones identity" if youre gaslighting and forcing them to be something.

[shinjiist]

Can you elaborate more abt legato and knives in ur soul eater au 🥺👉👈

idk exactly what ur asking for so sorry if this isn't touching on the points u want BUT! they meet their "freshman" year fall semester idk what school system they're using whatever they're annoying and thirteen years old

i think meisters and weapons have to be paired together by some rule or smt so vash is roomed with livio and knives is paired w/ just someone in the NOT class which happens to be legato. they do not get along at first (legato "male living space" bluesummers roomed w/ knives "absolutely fucking not" millions). they do warm up to eachother over the course of the year because of the fact that they're constantly in eachother's space in their tiny dorm apartment thing if nothing else.

by the time the second fall rolls around the two of them are civil with eachother. they both test into the EAT class that semester— that being said, finding knives a partner is an Ordeal. both because his 1st weapon form (more on that later) is insane and difficult to use (esp if u like have any formal training in anything) and because he's a little judgy and he's blunt and his track record of first impressions is abysmal . so he and legato are kind of stuck with eachother (legato could have gotten another partner but ugh moving dorms) (and he enjoys knives's company)

the two of them stagnate for a while when they're new. knives wants to push for harder missions to catch up with vash who's well on his way to making livio into a death scythe, but he can't actually let legato do what he needs to on his end (backseat driver) and they hit a wall until he can actually trust legato .

they do make a good pair, though. legato goes through with knives's overarching plans and thinks quickly when it comes to ripples in the fabric. they do well together for a few years. during this time is when vash kinda fumbles with the witch's soul and livio decides the EAT class isn't worth it, so vash is paired with wolfwood instead (yippee)

by the time they're like seventeen, they're nearly there. vash and wolfwood are at the same hurdle and their witch's soul is right before them, and where livio and knives succeed vash and wolfwood fail. knives does not take it well not so much because because they're not at the same spot but because over these years vash has been beaten and bested and he has lost and he is being torn to shreds in the name of creating a death scythe and nobody else seems all too concerned. it makes him think about the aftermath of vash's first failed witch's soul where vash literally lost his arm and about what he saw in the basement and knives can't accept the fact that he himself is a death scythe under the same organization responsible for that, that hasn't changed at all.

so he and legato disappear (yeah. he chooses to follow knives in this even now), and a number of death's marked targets for students or otherwise are neutralized by the time anyone associated with the DWMA arrives. he and vash don't see eachother for years after that (around canon times ehehehejweioww (to me canon is in 2004 to make it simpler))

actually chunk of the current timeline rq if ur curious (probably missing Something i have 2 fix the documents still)

i'll elaborate about tessla when i flesh that part out more but for rn all u need 2 know is she was like a bad day and a prayer away from becoming a kishin and the DWMA kinda abandoned her OK? ok cool bye

[babiestbubbles]

I'm aorry if I'm bothering you but can we please have some morw samurai rabbit agere hcs? You don't have to but I love them (can we hear about Usagi's caregivers please?) /gen

OMG YEAH TOTALLY I really loved doing that rq, I'm glad that I get to do more! -As much as he loved his Auntie and as much as he knew she loved him, he also knew there was absolutely no way she'd accept his regression so it had to be a total secret from her.

-When he moved to Neo Edo and met Tetsujin he was star struck. He'd never met someone so visibly comforting and gentle. For all that he loved his auntie, she was strict and heavy on discipline and structure. To have someone so calm and understanding, so lenient and nice, was a huge shock for Yuichi and he was immediately attached.

-A few days later, he wandered into the Kaikishi temple teary eyed and half regressed after a particularly bad nightmare. Tetsujin (who had been Chizu's babysitter on and off for years now) immediately knew what was going on and took him in.

-Being so well received made Yuichi drop hard. That was the first time he'd properly regressed. Every time before that, he'd had to keep himself half big or near some kind of middle space, so that he could take care of himself or age up quickly if anything happened.

-Tetsujin took it in stride, guiding the boy to a spare room he'd set up for Chizu after she'd confided in him about her regression and asked if he'd babysit her on occasion. Most of the room was untouched, a combination of Tetsujin over-preparing and Chizu being a shy little/not using the room much. One of the few perks of living at the temple means he can afford to stay up a little late some nights looking after little ones.

-Tetsujin was a natural caregiver and perfect for a shy Yuichi who was more than a little nervous about being regressed in front of someone for the first time. Tetsujin started slow, offering the boy pacifiers and teethers after catching him chewing on the ears of his stuffie one too many times. Eventually he brought out a couple toys for the boy to mess around with (and also to gauge how old Yuichi was feeling without having to ask him)

-Less than half an hour later Yuichi was yawning so much he nearly dropped his pacifier. After his 3rd time catching a fallen paci, Tetsujin decided to call it a night. He let Yuichi sleep in his room, right next to him, figuring the boy wouldn't want to sleep alone after a nightmare.

-Post season 1, when Yuichi gets more familiar with his friends he lets them babysit on occasion, but he's still a bit shy with them so he's usually a lot older. Around toddler age. They adore him all the same, and find his regression adorable. They'd absolutely threaten anyone who so much as gives him a bad look. They love taking him to the arcade or just around Neo Edo exploring, but it takes all of the keeping an eye on him just to not lose him. (He's a wanderer. They'd probably get him a leash backpack at one point as a joke and then end up actually using it.)

-Karasu-Tengu babysits on occasion and, like with Tetsujin, Yuichi always ends up super little around her. She has a very motherly presence and is extremely kind and patient with him. She loves playing with him, even if he can't be very active because of how little he gets. She's content just playing peekaboo some days if it means hearing Yuichi's happy giggles.

She also loves spoiling him, anything his eyes linger on for too long is his. She is an absolute victim to his puppy dog eyes. If Yuichi wants it, with Karasu-Tengu he gets it.

I think she'd be really happy to receive mama/mommy or some similar nickname. Yuichi would be shy about it at first, only referring to her as that in his head and letting it slip through sleepy mumbles or teeny baby babbles. But when she catches on, she starts referring to herself using the term which makes Yuichi more comfortable calling her it even in bigger headspaces.

[gauzemer]

i love this au - do u have any thoughts about the sun tree, perhaps? 👀👀

Continuation of the above!!

They stand there for long moments, in the dark of the dungeon, before Vax turns and begins to move upstairs. His face does not change– he does not open his eyes. Percy is left staring at the empty cell, and the gaping maw behind the bars as Vax moves silently over the stones, his wings so grand that they drag on the ground behind him. The Ward is still gleaming.

Try as he might, Percy cannot see anyone walking with him.

There is no ghostly form. There is no shade of himself, bloody and beaten from Ripley’s ministrations, no specter of a sixteen year old with scraped wrists and bloody stumps where his fingernails ought to be. There is only Vax’ildan, and his soft, dreaming face and his twitching eyes and his great, trailing wings, moving back through the dark.

Percy does not feel different. He does not feel as though anything has changed, but something must have. Something must have been altered.

Vax keeps moving. Percy turns on the safety on his gun and follows after him.

He notices vaguely that Vax isn’t wearing shoes. It’s winter in Whitestone, and the manor is made of stone, and his friend is barefoot, and suddenly all he can think about is how cold his skin was when Percy took his hand on the stairwell, and whether that was because he wasn’t wearing shoes or because of something else entirely. His mind feels seasick, his thoughts tossing endlessly from one side to the other. Vax isn’t wearing shoes. It’s winter in Whitestone. His ghost was in the basement. It’s gone now. Nothing’s changed.

Vax crests the stairs and turns unerringly towards the great hall, Percy following at his shoulder. He is intruding on something he should not see. It is winter in Whitestone. His friend is not wearing shoes. “Vax.”

Vax’ildan doesn’t stop moving. “Vax, for fucks sakes, just– stop, stop, you’re– you’re going to catch a chill or–”

He keeps going. Percy rushes in front of him, catches him by the shoulders, forces him still. “Wake up,” he whispers, staring at his friend’s still face, at those twitching eyes. He shoves him, just once, enough that his head lolls slightly. “Fucking– wake up, you asshole–”

Vax’s eyes snap open, staring down at Percy like searchlights. The pupil is blown so wide that it takes up nearly the whole iris, leaving just a thin ring of amber around its edge. “Freddy,” he gasps, and his breath comes out in a freezing cloud, drifting up between the two of them as he grips Percy’s outstretched wrist, his pupils contracting instantly even in the silent dark. He stares like a spear through Percy’s skull, into his brain and whatever host lies therein. The wings vanish in a flash of gold, the armor going dark. His teeth begin to chatter, and he squeezes tighter, his grip against Percy’s skin suddenly icy hot as he begins to shiver. “F-fuck, Freddy–”

“I’m here, I’m– Vax, what the fuck–?”

“I– I had– f-fuck, She was h-here, I– I had someth-thing I needed to– s’cold–”

“I know, I know– you’re not wearing shoes, Vax, what–”

“She-e was here,” Vax whispers again, and his lips curl into a faint, beatific smile. “I s-saw Her, She was h-here.”

Percy feels very suddenly like shooting something again, remembering Whitney in the next cell over, watching the light fade out of her eyes by degrees, how he’d prayed for her to die before Ripley came back, how he asked the same thing for Cassandra when she fell in the snow, how he asked for it to be fast and something she would not come back from. How he begged, and the Matron did nothing, just sent his friend to claim their ghosts five years later. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah– yeah, I’m okay, I…” Vax looks around, past Percy, towards the entrance hall. The shivering has started to calm down, and he presses his free hand to his forehead. He doesn’t let go of Percy. “She wanted me to go somewhere, I don’t…”

“You did it already,” Percy tries to  reassure him. “I saw you. You went into the dungeon, you–”

His throat closes. Vax watches him, his eyes shining strangely in the dark, his lips slightly parted. His breath is still coming out in a fog. “I…?”

“You did your job,” Percy whispers, finally pulling his hand back. “You did what she wanted. You’re done. Go back to bed.”

Vax stares at him for another moment, then takes a deep breath, pulls the mantle of the Ward closer around him as he starts glancing around. “She wanted me to do something else,” he murmurs distantly. “I don’t… I can’t remember…”

“It can wait until the morning.”

“It was important,” Vax insists, still shivering slightly. “It needed to get done–”

“Then she can come do it herself, I don’t give a shit!” He snaps the words before he quite realizes what he’s said, and Vax shrinks slightly, a wounded expression crossing his face. “You’re fucking freezing, I don’t give a damn what she wants, alright? You need- we all need to sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“She sent you wandering barefoot in the middle of winter–”

“I’m fine,” Vax says again, his voice strangely small. He glances around again, rubs at his face. “Sleep. Right.”

“Are you just going to sneak out if I leave you alone?”

Vax doesn’t say anything, which is almost as good as an admission of guilt. “I’m not leaving Whitestone,” he finally says. “There’s work here. She couldn’t see it for–”

Percy is already walking away, his gun gripped tight in his hand, his shoulder knocking into Vax’s as he passes him. His wound has stopped itching– it’s become a dull, burning throb, the way it does when his pulse is up. “Put on some goddamn boots,” he hisses, “if you’re going outside. It’s past freezing, and we have work for you, too.”

“What did I do?” Vax’ildan asks him as Percy moves past, and the question is biting and earnest enough that it gives him pause. “Just now, when I was– what happened?”

He stills, a hand wrapped around the globe at the bottom of the handrail, looking up at the stairs to the bedrooms on the second floor. “Nothing,” he finally says, not looking back. “You didn’t do anything.”

He does not hear Vax leave, but he feels a cold absence behind him, and he starts to go back upstairs, back to the bed he can’t sleep in inside a room soaked in his sisters blood inside a city full of ghosts–

“Godsdamnit,” he growls quietly.

He finds him on the bridge to the city proper after long minutes spent finding a holster and pulling on some actual trousers and his overcoat, Vax staring out over Whitestone as the sky begins to lighten from black to the slate grey of not yet illuminated snow clouds. He’s just standing there. Percy can hear him murmuring quietly as he approaches, too low for him to make out any actual words.

He’s still not wearing any fucking shoes.

“I thought I told you to put on some boots.”

“I thought you were going back to bed.” Vax turns to look at him, his eyes still carrying that strange luminescence from the dark. Percy is beginning to suspect that’s new, like the armor, with just the same amount of permanency. “Have you come to supervise?”

“I came to make sure you didn’t freeze to death.” The cold is already biting at his face. “Slayer of dragons, taken out by a sudden drop in temperature too great for his delicate constitution.”

“Mm.” Vax is already looking back out towards the city. His cheeks are red with windbite. His eyes, still golden, no longer dreaming, now simply seem sad. Whitestone is engulfed in a low winter haze. “Well. I appreciate it.”

They’re both silent for a moment, looking out at the city. Percy sighs. “What did she want you to do?”

“I don’t know,” Vax says back. His breath is still fogging in the air. “There’s… so much to do here, it all feels like bailing out a warship with a wine glass.”

“What are you supposed to be doing?”

Vax closes his eyes for a moment. “I’m supposed to be helping the ghosts move on,” he says quietly, his words swallowed up by the still winter air, “but there’s so many of them. They couldn’t leave, and I…”

He opens his eyes again, makes contact with the Sun Tree and cringes softly enough that Percy barely catches it. “I don’t know how I’m even supposed to start.”

Another stretch of silence. Percy thinks of the boy in the dungeon, whatever was left of him after the demons and the Briarwoods and the hate and the pain. Whatever was left of him, moved on, even if it’s not back with him. “Would you like some company?”

“I think I need to do this by myself,” Vax says cautiously. Percy thinks that maybe he’s lying, thinks of the temple of the Matron in Vasselheim, how stark and solitary it was. “But… thank you for the offer.”

“I’ll be waiting when you get back.”

“You should rest.”

“So should you.” Percy sighs, turns back towards the manor. “I’m serious about the shoes.”

“Yes, mother, I’ll put on some boots, thank you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Yes, Freddy.” Already his voice is far away again, though that may be from the wind and the distance between the two of them. “Go to bed.”

When Percy wakes up after sunrise, Vax is passed out in his bed, his boots caked in snow and dirt on the floor.

[crowithy]

OC info dump if I don't fall asleep while writing this! It's late but I'm cold and can't sleep so I'm writing Beware of typos and shitty autocorrect!

(And general incoherent thoughts)

This is mostly about my WOF OCS, specifically the ones in the world I made up

First ocs! Horse and Sable!

Sable is an icewing who grew up in one of the higher circles. For those who don't know, the circles are basically separate classes, the lower the number the higher the ranks and status. This put a lot of pressure on her especially with her having to help work the store her parents ran. He also had a sister named fox, not much on her though except she has central heterochromia! Blue eyes with brown in the center! (This is very important). Anyways st some point her parents get extremely sick and eventually (due to negligence from doctors who were a circle above) they died. This left Sable to have to take over the store entirely and take care of Fox as well. Sable was never as strict with Fox as their parents were, Fox was only 3 when they died she didn't need that on top of grief. Years later the store does so well that the queen herself decides to go in for a custom cape, she wouldn't pay cause she's the queen but she prized they could move up a circle. This caused Fox (around 8ish at this point) who had heard all of Sables grumbles about how horrible the rings were and how terrible the queen was for implementing the circle system. This made the queen incredibly angry and nearly threatened Fox before sable ran between them and pleaded with her not to hurt her sister. Taking the blame for it, it was her fault Fox said all that, she should be punished instead. Sable ended up in jail while Fox was out in an orphanage in a much lower circle. After a few days Sable was exiled from the icewing kingdom.

Time passes, Sable finds herself coming a cross a scavenger den(human village) that was recently attacked, smoke still rising from a few buildings. Taking it as a chance for an easy meal she looked around. She heard a scavenger baby crying and she went up to it, fulling planning to eat it until she saw its eyes. Blue with brown in the center.

She couldn't eat it, no not with how much this poor thing reminded her of her sister. She then took the child with her, she couldn't leave it. It's parents were likely dead, the house collapsed in the back

When she originally found the baby, she had the approach of someone adopting a stray kitten they find. For awhile she saw him as more of a pet than a child, that was until it started mimicking her growls and hisses. Like a baby babbling trying to speak. Soon it started growling out actual words. She realized that she should probably name him, scavengers usually have lots of horses with them so Horse seems to be the best name for the lil guy!

The story i plan to write with these guys (if I ever do)

Take a place around when Horse is about 14ish years old, and I don't really have a plan for it other than the characters who are in it and Horse has a brother (his name is Bear btw)

Some Bear lore rq. He was about 3ish when Horse was found by Sable. He was with a family member at the time of the attack on the village and was running to his house when he saw Sable fly off with his brother. This has stuck with him his entire life. The family member he was with quickly took him someplace safer. They are then found by cultists who promised them safety from dragons. They were skeptical but had no options left, they lost everything in the attack there was no way they could take care of Bear or even themself like this.

The cult worships the Nightwing queen (named either goddess or heaven I'm still deciding) because of comedic yet terrifying timing. During a gathering the leader was having a speech, the exact words are undertimines but it kinda ended in "and if I am wrong then god itself shall strike me down! " to which the Nightwing queen eats him in one bite.

Okay I need to sleep now I shall fix typos in the morning feel free to ask questions about my ocs I'd love to answer any

[volfoss]

Doll faceup under cut (word heavy lmao)

I picked up this Dollzone Mo for pretty cheap because he was VERY old and yellowed (made in 2010 so he's very old!!) And the more that i thought about the direction I wanted to go with him, the more I realized I really wanted to reshell (basically same oc but in a different doll sculpt) one of my old dolls that i got rid of years ago. I had sent the original doll off to get his faceup done by a friend but had unfortunately deleted all the pics of this doll so all I had to go off was memory and not a muscle memory of doing the faceups years ago or pictures. He's not the same sculpt but he has a lot of the same features, ie the pouty lips, nose, and eye shape so I was pretty happy that when I got him yesterday, I could FEEL that it was gonna be the right doll to reshell Theo (old dolls name) into. The faceup was definitely a more complicated matter as Theo had a very natural looking faceup which um. Not my strong suit, I love doing big dramatic makeup but I was trying to recapture the same vibes i had from my old doll. With how yellowed he was, I also had to work with that when I was blushing as to not make the head TOO yellow or red. Thankfully I work on yellowed resin a lot so I was moderately confident that I'd be ok.

^ blank sculpt (isn't he so cute 🥺) and the first coat of pastels (hard to see there but they are there promise)

I did something a TINY bit different than my normal order of how I do a faceup and moved right onto acrylics. He has freckles all over his face so I figured doing them very early on would make it look the most natural under any other makeup I was doing. I used a toothbrush, dipped it in a warm brown-orange paint, and flicked it all over the face, cleaning up with a wet and dry q tip, purposefully leaving behind spots of pigmentation on the skin as it's something that I have under my freckles so I wanted to give Theo that too. While I was at it, I used a cool toned brown pretty close to the skin tone to add a bit of an eyeliner (in the way that it'll actually pop a bit with the eyes in place versus looking unfinished) and a waterline using a peachy pink color.

The freckles do NOT photograph super well but they look really good so I'm happy with how they turned out! I then return to the pastels to add more face shading and start on his eyebrows

The eyebrows were VERY hard to do and very scary. 1. I'm VERY bad at eyebrow symmetry. 2. The pastels weren't working so i had to only use a pencil (which I've done w a few faceups now but it was very scary). It was overall very frightening but I think I'm definitely getting a bit better at eyebrows in general :) lip blushing was started which I'll probably do a few more coats of pastel on them and then draw the lines on and be done. Really outside of that I'm nearly done :) natural faceups are a bit easier but they just are NOT what I'm used to so it's a bit of a learning curve to get it looking like a human face instead of whatever silly vibes I'm going for if I'm doing a more dramatic look

The sealant is wet here (forgot to take a pic before i sealed lol) but i just did small little darkening in some areas, I think my next coat will be adding some more shadows to the eyes and lips then I'll be done 👍)

I added some lashes as well as darkening the eyeliner and adding lip lines (hard to see in the pic but they're there 👍) and added some shadows but I finished minus the gloss! For how small he is and how I haven't done a natural faceup in 2 years, I'm pretty happy with it!

And one rq pic of him with an eye in :) I'm really happy with it and I'll have to make him a wig soonish but I'm really glad to have done my own faceup for this doll 👍

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Hiii Julia

Would the Calore brothers habe dragons if they existed in the Red Queen universe?

Since I have finished watching House of the Dragon, I'll use that as reference.

Definitely! The Calore Brothers will both have dragons.

Though I would set it on medieval/middle age Red Queen universe, cause if dragons exist alongside the technology in the canon RQ series, those flying lizards are toast.

Warning: Very lengthy Headcanons for the dragons of each Calore. (I know dude, you only asked if they have dragons but…I’m feeling extra today 😉).

Tiberias Calore VII (Cinnamon Calore)

Dragon name: Syndor (Which means “Shadow” in Valyrian, I used google for this) 🐲💛

Cal was one month old, when the dragon egg near his cradle hatched. It was strong and healthy, nearly bursting out of its shell, as it emit a mighty shriek. With it jet black scales and ruby spikes, it looked like a menacing lizard, as it immediately wrapped itself around baby Cal for warmth. Though as it slowly grow, they noted the odd coloring of it underbelly, a bright shimmering gold, contrasting its wings and scales.

As it grew thrice the size of a horse, Cal road Syndor as often as he was allowed. Even convincing his younger brother, Maven, for a ride. Since he often saw him look longingly at his dragon and even the other dragons on the pit. After the ride, Maven patted his should, thanking him then emptying his belly on his boots.

As Cal grew of age, sixteen, he flew Syndor towards his first battle against the Lakelands. They won of course, with Cal’s strategic genius and Syndor’s hellfire. The war ended in just a day.

Years went by, as the mighty Syndor flew over distant territories or would be territories of the crown. Its black wings grew massive, almost covering the sun.

Battle-hardened, it looked menacing. Enough to make any unruly lord swear loyalty to Cal, just by looking at it.

If other lords chose to challenge them, Cal would simply fly Syndor around the their castle walls making his dragon flap his wings hard enough to rattle their castle guards. Landing Syndor at the gates for everyone to see, as it release a bone rattling roar, its underbelly gleaming like molten gold, glowing red spikes and midnight wings shown in full display. Earning its title “Golden Shadow”.

Note: Cal would be like Aegon the Conqueror but without the double incest, cause he would be too busy swooning over this brown haired beauty, who manage to steal silver coins from his saddle that was strapped on Syndor.

Maven Calore (The Drama King)

Dragon name: Seeker (It has no Valyrian translation. Google why!)🦇💎

Maven's Dragon on the other hand, took multiple tries. As the dragon egg laid near his cradle did not hatch.

Nor did the second, third or even fourth.

Which deeply madden Elara, leading her to exile the royal servants that brought the eggs to him.

At the age of seven, Maven desperately wanted his own dragon, that he sneaked his way into the dragon’s den to get himself an egg. Which he successfully acquired, as well as the ire of its mother. Maven would have been a charred lump, if it weren’t for the dragon keepers.

Maven patiently waited for the egg to hatch, hovering it close to the fireplace and even sleeping on the floor next to it.

He obsessively watched over it, that he was not tending to his princely duties. Which annoyed his mother, as she stormed in his room, demanding him to give her the egg.

Maven, not wanting to part with it, threw the egg away from his mother and into the fire.

To the surprise of both, a crack started to bloom on the shell and there it was, a dragon.

It was small but chatty. Its beady eyes already trained on Maven, as it waddled its way to his cupped hands. It had dark grey scales, the color of gravel. It would have looked like an unremarkable lizard, if it weren’t for the dark purple spikes lining its spine, like gems embedded on dark rock.

However, what caught their eye, were its wings. They were uneven, one looked normal but the other, barely the size of a pebble. Incapable of flight.

Which displeased the queen, as she wanted her son’s dragon to soar high above everything, especially over his perfect half-brother's squealing demon.

She wanted to get rid of it, have her son go to the dragon pit again to claim another. However, the sight of him, smiling happily with the flightless thing kept her from acting upon it. She’ll convince him another day. (That didn’t came).

Maven did not mind its wings. He never liked flying to begin with, as the memory of Cal making him ride Syndor and vomit covered boots, made his stomach grumble unpleasantly.

Maven’s dragon eagerly followed him around with its long, gangly limb. It stayed by his side during his studies, nipped at the teachers when they upset Maven, snatched cooked meat from his plate as he eat and even dove head first in Maven’s scented baths.

As time passes, Maven’s dragon grew 12 feet in length. It scales hardened, its teeth, a sharp pearly white. It slithered elegantly among the lords and ladies that reside in the Whitefire castle, as it grown accustomed to human interaction. Even becoming fond of the brown haired serving girl, that its master seem quite smitten with.

It developed a habit of poking holes on the castle walls, climbing at the highest ceiling and crawling through tunnels with its narrow body.

Rumors said that Prince Maven would ride his dragon, as it silently climb outside the castle, listening to court gossip. Which earned its name of “Seeker”, others would mockingly whisper “Little Seeker” as it looked minuscule compared to Syndor.

It won’t be “little” for long. As the sudden death of King Tiberias, the heir accused of murder and branded as a kinslayer, the moment Cal and the servant girl, rode away with Syndor.

Lead Maven to usurp the throne with the help of his mother.

Seeker was given a new purpose. It could never fly, nor could it spy as it grew too large not to be detected, but it was still a dragon.

The non-believers that proclaimed their loyalty to Cal, either in public or in secret, were brought before King Maven and his dragon.

As a proud lord, pushed to his knees to swear his loyalty to Maven, only to spit on the floor and call him a pretender wearing a warrior’s crown. King Maven, emotionless, motioned for Seeker, who was wrapped around the foot of the throne.

 The loyal Seeker, raised it large head towards the lord. It had grown massive, after devouring those that stood against its master. The lord faced Seeker defiantly, as the dragon bath him with its flame, illuminating the throne room with a sickly blue light.

Note: Maven would be like Aegon II, but like...minus the drinking and being a mega creep.

[mrsmaybank]

My Little Sun - Reid x Reader

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word  IF THERES MORE LMK 

A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever.  ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know! 

pt 2, pt 3 “I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me. 

“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look. 

“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.

“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head. 

“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”

She nodded in understanding, 

 “I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.” 

“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.” 

“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.” 

“Where were we?” 

“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.” 

“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled. 

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” 

“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin. 

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.” 

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled. 

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine. 

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine. 

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted. 

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.  

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss. 

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed. 

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.” 

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic. 

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.” 

“You are. So, so much smarter.” 

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest. 

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.” 

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?” 

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.” 

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other. 

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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.

“Unfortunately.”  he responded. “Think you’ll be home this weekend?” 

“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.” 

I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him. 

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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow. 

What the FUCK? 

“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain. 

Where am I? 

How’d I get here? 

Why am I here? 

I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything? 

“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.

I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone. 

With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me? 

She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?” 

I shook my head. “No.” 

“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her. 

She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”

I was confused, and she knew, but did not care. 

“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”

Where the hell is she going with this? 

“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.” 

She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred. 

Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.” 

She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat.  “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe. 

“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!” 

She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”  

“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked. 

I nodded. 

“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.” 

“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”

This woman is NOT well in the head. 

“You--you like Spencer?” I asked. 

“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.” 

I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!” 

I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera. 

“Is that-- is that a camera?” 

She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.” 

“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled. 

“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!” 

She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.” 

Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!” 

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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation. 

We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more. 

“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.” 

I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.” 

I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child. 

JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?” 

“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.” 

“What did you say?” 

“What do you think I said?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize. 

“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.” 

“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.” 

“Was it, you know, friendly?” 

“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped. 

“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.” 

“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.” 

“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?” 

“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.” 

“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand, 

I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.” 

“What Spence? What?” 

“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”

“She thought she was what?” 

“A student.” 

“And what did you tell her?”  

“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.” 

“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”

“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.” 

“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”

I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch” 

“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.” 

“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization.            “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me. 

“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.” 

“I’ll tell the team.” 

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A/N2:  If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!

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stepdad!haechan | lhc

➸ request from anon; hey :) could i request something rq :) i’m a young single mom and i rarely see any stepdad!nct and i was wondering if you could write a stepdad!hyuck au with reader their and 2 year old son? if not that’s totally cool! thank you!

➸ note; thank u so much for your request!! also huge props to you for being a single mum<3 ur doing amazing x

pls note that this is separate from my oc kids ‘universe’ if u wanna call it that just for the sake of this request <3

➸ word count; 1096 words

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‘Heya buddy,’ Donghyuck grins as Hyunsuk toddles towards him as quickly as he can, jumping into his arms.

Unlike your son, you walk normally towards the door to meet your boyfriend.

‘And hi beautiful,’ he wraps you in a hug, kissing your cheek gently.

‘Hi Hyuckie.’

Donghyuck had come into your life when Hyunsuk was only nine months old. Hyunsuk’s dad, Baekhyun had broken up with you once he’d found out about your pregnancy. You’d grown and raised Hyunsuk all on your own until you met Donghyuck working in a cafe.

He’d completely swept you off your feet, and you had become serious very quickly. You remember wondering when it would be the right time to casually mention that you did in fact have a child, but once you had, you felt a huge sense of relief wash over you.

‘You have a son?’ His eyes had widened slightly, but he managed to swallow another forkful of chicken.

‘Yeah… he’s ten months.’

‘What’s his name?’

‘Hyunsuk.’

‘You must’ve had such a hard time… being on your own.’

‘It was ok. I… I would really love for you to meet him one day, if that’s something you would want.’

‘I’d love to.’

Now nearly two years on, Donghyuck and Hyunsuk were incredibly close. When they had first met, Donghyuck was clearly petrified, but quickly took to him and his cuteness, instantly becoming a father figure for him.

You would never try to force Donghyuck to be that to him - worried that maybe the pressure or the responsibility may push him away, so Hyunsuk would always refer to Donghyuck as just that, or ‘Hyuckie.’ When he wasn’t with you, he would often ask where Hyuck was, when the next time he would see him would be, what he was doing and if he would be there to tuck him in at night.

Tonight, Donghyuck was having a ‘sleepover’ (as Hyunsuk would call it) at your house.

‘Hyunsuk, you know you shouldn’t leave the dinner table without asking,’ you half scold him.

’Sorry mummy/mommy.’

‘Oh, are you in the middle of dinner?’ Donghyuck asks, and you nod, ‘yeah he just ran off when he heard you open the door.’

‘Well, little man, I think you’ve got some chicken nuggets getting cold you need to go back to,’ Donghyuck picks him up, grinning at Hyunsuk’s melodic giggles as he raced through the hallway.

You follow, sitting back down at the table and watching as Donghyuck encouraged Hyunsuk to finish off his peas.

‘I don’t wanna eat the peas,’ he pouts, trying to shove away his plastic Mickey Mouse spoon.

Donghyuck sighs quietly, mulling over the little one’s words before quickly coming up with a solution, ‘how about… if you eat all of your peas, we can watch some TV before you go to bed, if that’s okay with your mummy/mommy.’

He looks at you, his facial expression showing you that he was worried whether or not you’d approve.

‘That’s fine with me,’ you smile, much to the apparent relief of Hyuck.

‘Come on then,’ Donghyuck gathers a bunch of peas on the spoon, holding it in front of Hyunsuk’s face.

Hyunsuk happily swallows the peas, buzzing at the thought of being allowed to watch some TV before bed.

A few spoonfuls later and his plate is completely cleared of food.

‘Alright, lets get you ready for bed,’ you get up, scooping Hyunsuk in your arms and walking out of the room.

‘But mummy/mommy, Hyuckie promised me we could watch TV-‘

‘And you can, but you need to get washed and in your pyjamas first!’

You hear Donghyuck clearing away plates downstairs while you give Hyunsuk his bath. Eventually the clattering comes to a stop, meaning he’s probably finished loading the dishwasher.

Once Hyunsuk was fully washed and in his pyjamas, the two of you trudged into the living room, where Donghyuck was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

‘Hyuckie,’ Hyunsuk whines, holding his arms out to Donghyuck.

‘Do you want a cuddle?’ Donghyuck asks the sleepy toddler, who nods tiredly.

You let Donghyuck take Hyunsuk from you, smiling fondly at the way Hyunsuk settles into Donghyuck’s chest, staring at the blank TV screen.

‘What do you want to watch?’ You ask him.

‘Paw Patrol,’ he mutters.

‘Of course,’ you laugh, not surprised at your son’s choice.

You cuddle into Donghyuck’s side, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm around him and Hyunsuk as the episode begins.

Hyunsuk manages to last about an episode and a half before beginning to nod off, Donghyuck rubbing his back slowly.

You both watch in silence as his eyes eventually flutter shut, quiet breathing evening out into light snores.

‘Thank you for getting him to eat,’ you mumble, and Donghyuck tilts his head to give you a kiss on the forehead.

‘It was nothing.’

‘You’re so good with him… and I’m really grateful that you always try and help me out, even though he isn’t your responsibility.’

‘Hey, you told me all that time ago that you’re a packaged deal. I’ll look after him as long as I’ll look after you. I love him that much.’

‘You know… you’re the only real male figure in his life… you’re like a dad to him, Hyuck.’

‘Honestly… I’ve never really said this because I’ve never felt as though it was my place to say but, sometimes I wish he was my son.’

‘He is.’

Donghyuck seems taken aback.

‘He asks a lot about who his ‘daddy’ is’ you put the word in quotation marks, ‘and I never really know what to say. Once he asked me if you were his daddy and I didn’t know how comfortable you’d be with that label.’

‘It scares me a little…’ Donghyuck murmurs truthfully, running his fingers through Hyunsuk’s wispy curls, ‘but I’m telling you right now that I’ll be here for him- and you- as long as you’ll have me.’

There’s a couple of moments silence before a particularly loud snore reminds you that Hyunsuk is still asleep on Donghyuck.

‘Let’s carry him to bed, okay?’

You remove yourself from Donghyuck’s side, before walking up the stairs with him into Hyunsuk’s bedroom.

Donghyuck carefully lowers Hyunsuk into bed, covering him with his red bed covers.

‘Daddy?’ Hyunsuk lisps.

‘Goodnight, Hyunnie,’ Donghyuck whispers back, kissing him on the cheek.

He turns on his gold starry nightlight, glancing up at the projected stars that littered the ceiling. You say your goodnights before joining Donghyuck in the doorway, carefully pulling the bedroom door shut with a click.

[brian-in-finance]

Jamie Dornan’s daughters ‘obsessed’ with his singing in films

Belfast star’s girls love his film voice but youngest can’t grasp he’s an actor

Jamie Dornan performs at the after-party for the premiere of Belfast in LA in November

Jamie Dornan’s daughters are obsessed with his singing in films — but his youngest girl cannot yet grasp the concept of him being an actor.

The star (39) said all three of his girls are particularly fixated on a scene in Barb And Star Go To Vista Del Mar in which he serenades a seagull and frolics on a beach.

Holywood native Jamie said about his children Dulcie (8), Elva (5) and Alberta (2) — who he shares with his wife of nearly nine years, film composer Amelia Warner (39) — “They’ve watched Barb and Star. When I say they watch it, I mean they mostly just watch my song.

“That’s what they’re obsessed with. Even the two-year-old is obsessed with that and wants to watch that all the time. So that’s on our most-watched YouTube playlist, probably.”

He added his girls’ other fixation on his voice role in Trolls led to him begging studio Universal to give him a part in Trolls World Tour.

Jamie Dornan's eldest daughters, Dulcie and Elva, watching TV

But Jamie said his appearance has confused little Alberta as she cannot yet grasp the concept of him being on film.

He added: “Their obsession with Trolls was so real that I pleaded with Universal to let me be in Trolls World Tour, which I did a small part in. So that was very exciting for the kids to have daddy in that. And just recently I walked in on our five-year-old trying to explain that to our two-year-old. She had sort of paused Trolls World Tour at the point when my character would come in.

“And she was trying to explain to the two-year-old that who she was about to see and hear was actually daddy. But the two-year-old, her mind wasn’t really ready for that sort of information. It was too high concept for her.

“And then I sat with them whilst my part was on and was like going, ‘That’s daddy.’ And she just wasn’t getting it. So there’s work to be done there.”

Jamie said he doesn’t think his girls are ready to watch him star as Pa in Sir Kenneth Branagh’s Troubles-era film, Belfast.

Jude Hill (left) stars as Buddy and Jamie Dornan as Pa in director Kenneth Branagh's Belfast

But he added he can’t wait until they are old enough to see the Oscar-tipped movie as it is so close to his heart.

He said: “That’s where I’m from. It’s so personal for so many different reasons to me and would be to my family.

“I think for my kids too, this understanding of that movie because daddy’s been talking about it for a very long time and daddy’s always going off to his office to do press for this movie. And they’re like, ‘Why do people want to talk about this movie more than anything else you’ve done?’

“They were very aware and I think that’s because our lead is a nine-year-old boy. That’s really exciting to them because when I was filming, he would make these videos, and I’d show them to my girls and stuff so they have a connection to that.

“And because of the praise it’s getting, it’s a good one to be showing the kids at some stage. I’ll look forward to that day.”

https://m.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/sunday-life/entertainment/jamie-dornans-daughters-obsessed-with-his-singing-in-films-41316877.html?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=BT:DailyNews&hConversionEventId=AQEAAZQF2gAmdjQwMDAwMDE3ZS1jZWE1LTVmNmMtOTExNC00ZjQzNjkwN2UwNjHaACQwOTM0ZTUyYy1kMGQwLTRlZTYtMDAwMC0wMjFlZjNhMGJjZDPaACQzYmE0Zjc3ZS1iNDljLTQwZGEtOWNiNS00MmZhM2U4OGYzZjkvh0-vDzeQw-rQ-YLFLjZqlNuiDfuJEzGauqxWX_UUCw

Remember… he can’t wait until they are old enough to see the Oscar-tipped movie as it is so close to his heart. — Belfast Telegraph

[themadauthorshatter]

OH MY, GOODNESS!

RED SCHOOL UA HEADCANONS/STORY!

Sorry for not picking this up earlier. This part we are focusing on Arc 2: where the RQ cast meets the SGE cast.

Sophie is über excited at meeting the crown prince, but Agatha is less enthused because she's a realist and doesn't know HOW the RQ crew is getting over to the SGE.

Tedros and his friends are ecstatic they're meeting the Nortan princes. They even wonder if there are more than just Cal and Maven.

The students are all on the hot topic of Nortans visiting, though Agatha is pulled aside by Hester, Dot and Anadil, who all express their anger and impatience at Sophie, who won't shut up about Cal in particular, even though he's betrothed. Agatha assures them everything will be fine when Sophie sees that Cal and Evangeline are an item. (Yeah right. Marecal all the way.)

In Norta, it's rumor city among the Silvers, who aren't exactly looking forward to entertaining a bunch of school children.

Our main three in Norta are talking about their upcoming excursion to the school in the Endless Woods, Cal being apprehensive to leave Norta practically unguarded for an unspecified amount of time, but excited at the idea of seeing new lands, Maven just not wanting to go because it seems like a waste of time, effort, and resources, and Mare not exactly sharing her thoughts because she'll be even further away from her family than before.

Evangeline is not amused. At all. She's just playing along until they get back and never have to deal with the students of the School for Good and Evil again.

Regardless, they don't know what could be there, so they need to make sure they're not potentially making any new enemies by this complete accident on Tibe's part. Or, that's his thought process at least. And he's only told Cal this information, as, from what he can tell, the SGE isn't Red and Silver and instead use magic, a concept only found in fairytales. With an entire school of teenage witches and wizards and warlocks, and maybe a dragon or two, assuming this place is prestigious and in the higher end, it's better to make an ally rather than an enemy. And the idea of warring aginst school children does not sit well with Cal.

In training later, though, Maven and Mare see that Cal is absolutely faking his excitement at least a little bit, like 58% faking it. It shows when Arven pits him against Evangeline, Sonya, and Elane.

He ends up nearly burning all three of them alive, lost in wanting to get the fight and group training over with so he can be alone and think his thoughts.

Silly, Cal. Maven is paying attention, and asks what's wrong.

Cal brushes it off and says everything's fine, but Mare and Maven know better, Mare having seen what liars look like and Maven knowing Cal for all his life.

Cal tries to a go about his day and ignore whatever he's thinking, which is difficult to do because Maven's following him. He turns and Maven stops, simply explaining that he's going the same way as Cal. They continue walking, but Cal notices that Maven's not really going anywhere, content to follow his bother. This results in a chase between the two of them, Cal jogying before speinting to shake Maven off his tail, succeeding when he loses Maven down a hall, as in he ran down the hall partially before hiding behind a wall and watching Maven sprint right past him.

Maven only realizes he got played when he can't hear Cal anymore.

He and Cal don't meet up for the night.

He talks about this with Mare, and brings up that Cal's avoiding him.

TV/Graphic novel perspective, over time we see Cal get followed by both Maven and Mare, though over this time Cal grows more agitated and looks more annoyed and tired as they continue to try to see what's wrong with him. Maybe we even get a gag of both Mare and Maven spying on Cal from behind a wall, hiding behind it when he looks over his shoulder, and then continue their spying when he looks back, confused, annoyed, and agitated.

After a week, Cal catches Mare and pulls her into a room before leaving and telling her to wait for him.

He returns with Maven, who's over his shoulder, trying to remain calm, because Cal's stronger and bigger than him, and even tries, in mild panic, to negotiating to not beat him to a pulp, because Cal looks ready to murder them both.

He sets Maven on his feet and tells them both very bluntly to stop following him; not only is it freaking him out, but his soldier instincys are going haywire and he will not heistate to attack them both, which he doesn't want to do because it won't end well.

Mare and Maven apologize, but, being concerned despite herself, Mare asks Cal what his problem is, seeing as how he's avoiding both her and Maven.

Cal gives them a tired look and takes a breath. "Fine."

CUT THE THE SGE!

Tedros, Tristan, and Chaddick are hanging out together away from the Evergirls, though Chaddick does admit that the girls are looking nice today(16 year old hormones, am I right?)

Tedros isn't listening, balancing his sword on his fingertips.

Tristan, arguably the most feel-y of the three, wonders if or when the Silvers will arrive.

Tedros doubts they will, but one can hope.

This turn if pessimism confuses both Tristan and Chaddick, and Tedros happily explains:

They're all just students. What would royals and nobles want with a bunch of schoolchildren? They don't even have magic, don't believe in it, don't know it, just don't have any magic. The closest thing they have to magic is their silver blood, and not even THAT is magic because of how limited it is.

That, and Sophie and the Nevers will probably drive them all away.

Speaking if Nevers, Chaddick admits how weird it is to see them getting showered and clean, presentable in case the Silvers arrive as a surprise visit.

It is odd, but it's in their best interest to play nice with everyone, and that unfortunately includes a very babbly, and planning-to-be-flirty Sophie.

Speak of the devil, Sophie emerges from the trees to find the trio, specifically Tedros, who she wants to talk to.

He leaves, lying that he has some homework to do.

He's really going to find Agatha, who's reading to pass time and get her mind off all the gossip.

They have a rocky conversation about the current events and even wonder what silver blood would even look like, if they ever get the morbid chance to see it.

Agatha asks why he's talking to her and Tedros sighs that he just wants to avoid Sophie, but also wants to be around someone who's smart.

She smiles and asks if he thinks she's smart, sort of silently teasing him as he stammers and tries to come up with a save for the tongue-slip.

He spots Nicholas behind her instead, eyes wide and red as he raises an axe over his head, aiming for her.

Tedros, thinking quickly, tackles him and throws the axe away, which knocks Nicholas out of his daze.

Tedros shouts at him, "What the hell was that?" but Nicholas only looks around, very confused as to how he got into the trees or even got hold of an AXE.

There's confusion all around as Nicholas stumbles away towards some friends, muttering about a headache he now has and how sore he now feels.

Agatha and Tedros only exchange glances, worried and confused.

Was it a curse? A hex? A spell? And how did he get a weapon from the Doom Room?

CUT BACK TO NORTA AS CAL HAS JUST FINISHED SPILLING THE TEA! All three are sitting in a triangle on the floor, because it's close to night time and, because I'm a sucker for parallels in a story, to establish that despite the age differences between them and the students, and the experiences Cal and Maven had on the war front, they're still kids too.

Mare fights the urge to dry heave and Maven only hums at how Tibe is actually paranoid enough to consider war against a bunch of kids.

Cal admits that, yes it is ridiculous, but he's still unnerved. It doesn't help that they're dealing with people who have magic, which is stronger than Silver powers, even Mare's lightning is possibly no match; magic is all encompassing while their powers are limited to one "element."

Mare, in an attempt to alleviate the atmosphere, wonders if everyone will even BELIEVE what Norta says about these kids, as magic doesn't exist in their world.

Cal admits he does not believe in magic. It's not that he's heartless, he's just seen too much to know better. As much as he'd like to, he knows that it's nothing but slight of hand and tricks to fool the other person.

Maven agrees, except he's known because of Elara, but he gives them an explanation closer to what Cal said, only changing that he saw a magic show and saw how the tricks were done to fool the crowd.

When they ask her, Mare admits that if she believed in magic, and if it was real, it would have made things different for her and her family, she also inwardly admits that she'd make things different for all Reds as well.

After a moment of silence between them, Maven asks Cal if he's heard anything about them leaving and visiting these endless woods, and Cal shrugs, sighing that it's all speculation and in the air. If they do go, it will be both brothers and their betrotheds, Elara, Tiberias, a few other High House children(Elane, Sonya, Olliver, and Ptolemus), and a few guards, one of them being Lucas. Volo Samos and the rest of Tibe's council will stay behind to keep Norta in shape while they voyage to the School, stay for a little bit, and then come back, assuming things go okay and don't take long.

WE ALL KNOW NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT IN STORIES😈

Either way, they all take a breath and leave the room together, Mare hoping Lady Blonos doesn't scold her for being alone with both princes. Cal tells her not worry because they'll cover for her, saying they had a bet and Cal won. Maven mutters, "By default," and he and Mare jog away as Cal chases them, yelling that they'd better explain what that means before he gets his hands on them both.

TIME JUMP/FADE TO THE DAY THE NORTANS LEAVE FOR THE ENDLESS WOODS, THE FADE HAPPENING WITH A PAN TO A WINDOW AND THEN GLIDE DOWN TO THE DOCK!!!

Mare sighs up at the ship before boarding, noting a very anxious Cal looking over the walkway as he himself walks aboard, Evangeline striding ahead of him.

Maven chuckles that Cal's always been a scaredy cat around water, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Mare admits that while Cal is acting like a child, it's actually a smart move to know yoursl own limits and weaknesses.

From his place higher on the ship, Tibe gives Mare a, "Well said, Lady Mareena," and admits he may have underestimated her ability as a strategist. Maybe her time around Cal and the other High House children is rubbing off on her.

Mare fakes a thank you and notices Maven looking away.

I have not forgotten how Tibe isn't as loving as Maven; no amount of tragedy is going to negate neglect.

Mare tries to back up the now crestfallen Maven, but Elara calls for her son, asking to speak with him alone, mother to son.

He agrees and walks off to meet her, looking back at Mare before he does.

Tibe watches them walk off, and we get a glare off between him and Elara before the Queen leaves to speak with her favorite son.

Once they're gone, Mare asks how he can stand a bitch like Elara. She gets they were arranged to marry, but two people cannot hate each other that much.

For context, Mare's been here for about 4 months. She's visited her family only twice and has had a lot of time with Silvers and dealing with Tibe, Elara, Evangeline, and anyone who isn't Cal, Maven, and Lucas.

Back on track, Tibe semi-scolds her that, as a lady of the court, she should know better than to be mouthy towards him.

Mare, kind of fed up with his BS, folds her arms and counters that as a princess and his future daughter-in-law, they should be comfortable with each other enough for her to ask such a question.

Tibe gestures for her to come closer and she approaches, close enough for Tibe to sneer at her that if she thinks he's letting Maven, his son, his boy, marry a Red rat like her, she's more of a fool than all of the Scarlet Guard put together.

Lost in her anger, Mare asks which he's more afraid of: Telling Mare the truth or having his court, and the rest of Norta, Red and Silver, find out their secret.

With a glare down, Tibe congratulates her on how she's picked up verbal combat, and that she's a good learner. He then admits that the two of them aren't very different.

It offends Mare DEEPLY and she asks what that means as Tibe begins walking away.

Another bit of context, there are two sets of stairs to the upper level of the ship, a left and a right. In a fun bit of camera work/detail for anyone paying attention. Mare would walk up the right hand stairs to meet Tibe and, when he walks down the stairs, he walks down the left hand stairs and Mare follows him, the two walking back to the deck, so Mare basically walked around in a big circle. Just a cool thing I'd add, maybe it'd be symbolic of her situation or of some kind of cycle, I don't know. If you have any ideas, feel free to tell me.

Back to the story, Tibe explains to Mare that they're trapped by who they must marry, or have married in Tibe's case.

Another small detail, on the upper level, Mare would be on the left hand side of the screen/panel and Tibe would be on the right, but on the deck they're sides change, Tibe being in the left and Mare being on the right.

I'm a sucker for small details, so sue me!

Back on track for reals, Mare's VERY confused because she thought princes, or kings, could choose who they could marry. Tibe agrees that, yes, that usually is the case, but the reason he couldn't really choose was because there weren't anymore Queenstrial participants for him to choose from.

"But you have two sons?" Mare ponders.

Tibe shakes his head and asks if she REALLY thinks ending an alliance with Volo Samos of The Rift is a good idea, based on what she's seen from his daughter, Evangeline, half-joking that he's glad Cal is her betrothed and a simple friend of Ptolemus, who's shown how much of a berserker he is. (Yes the Scarlet Guard attack on the Summer palace still occurs.)

Mare asks what he'd do if that was the case, and Tibe chuckles, saying he'd renounce the throne and give it to Maven instead.

The two only chuckle, not comfortable enough with each other to fully laugh, and then Tibe admits that while he isn't sorry for needing to keep Mare a secret, he is sorry that she's alone, and forced into a life she never wanted.

"If you're so sorry, then why not let me go home?"

"Lady Mareena, the high houses would end us both."

For once, Mare can't really tell if he's lying or not, but doesn't get a chance to ask as Tibe returns to the top deck, Cal walking around the desk to Mare. He notices that his father is walking away from her and she looks a little distraught and very confused.

Cal looks between them and asks what happened and Mare simply answers that she and his father were just having a talk before leaving to her room/cabin

It's going to be a long ride to the Endless Woods

This is Part 1 of Arc 2, they do say the second act is the longest.

Keep your eye out for Arc 2, Part 2, because THAT is where things pick up even more

Anyway, Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!!!!