#tho I’m sure he’ll shrink to talk to them

[starry-skies-writes]

Wait do we know why Aaravos killed Aditi yet

Was it just for the chaos?? So that the dragons would fight for the throne??

“I swallowed her”

Knowing he isn’t some sort of dragon and just a huge elf is hilarious and terrifying at the same time??? You mean he actually just picked her up and “nom nom”????

Help???

(I don’t even wanna think about HIS perspective when he did that like… eugh)

OMG ITS GIVING ATTACK ON TITAN 😭😭😭

[bloody-bee-tea]

JC Love Month 2020  Day 7

Family’s Obligation

Day 7 of JC Love Month brings some modern Lan Qiren feels, who doesn’t even try to hide that Jiang Cheng is his favourite student. Warning for some shitty, shitty parenting from JFM and YZY, I guess.

Jiang Cheng is sitting in Headmaster Lan Qiren’s office and he really wishes he could be anywhere else.

“Are you in pain?” Lan Qiren asks him and Jiang Cheng looks down at his bandaged wrists.

The nurse thinks it’s broken, so she recommended a trip to the hospital to get it checked out even though she already bandaged it and Jiang Cheng is just waiting for his parents to pick him up.

Or at least Lan Qiren is waiting for that.

Jiang Cheng knows better than to expect them to come for him.

“It’s okay,” Jiang Cheng says, even though it’s still throbbing painfully.

Lan Qiren seems to be able to look right through him, because he gets up and hands Jiang Cheng another cold compress. Jiang Cheng doesn’t even know where he got it from, but he gratefully takes it anyway.

“You should speak the truth if you are in discomfort or pain,” Lan Qiren chastises him as he sits back down and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

It’s not like people in his household usually care much if he’s hurt or not, his siblings not counting.

And speaking of siblings—

“Where’s Wei Wuxian?” Jiang Cheng asks and he thinks that he can see a vein throb on Lan Qiren’s temple.

“That hellion ran away after what he did,” Lan Qiren presses out and Jiang Cheng is just about to protest, because there was a whole gang of Jin’s after him, when Lan Qiren pinches the bridge of his nose. “And it was probably the smart thing to do as well,” he sighs. “Still, he’ll have to come in eventually and I’ll have to punish him for what he did.”

Jiang Cheng would protest that as well—Wei Wuxian was only defending him after all, and he was not the first one to throw a punch—but Jin Zixun has been kicked out of the school, so whatever punishment Wei Wuxian will get, it will probably be a lot better than that.

“Thank you for kicking Jin Zixun out,” Jiang Cheng mutters and Lan Qiren levels him with a look.

“He attacked three different students, was entirely disrespectful towards your sister and your brother, seriously injured you, threatened your family and broke so many rules that I won’t bother reciting them all now. Of course I wouldn’t tolerate that.”

“And Wei Wuxian—?” Jiang Cheng dares to ask, because Lan Qiren seems to be in a talkative mood at the moment.

“As much as I don’t like him and his insolvent behaviour I have to admit that it was good of him to stand up for you and Jiang Yanli. He certainly has the right values, unlike other people in this school,” Lan Qiren spits out and it’s no secret that he holds no love for the Wen or Jin heirs.

“He’ll have to copy the rules,” Lan Qiren says after a moment of deliberation and Jiang Cheng raises his eyebrow.

That seems like a very lenient punishment, especially coming from Lan Qiren.

“I guess Wangji will have to oversee it,” Lan Qiren goes on and suddenly Jiang Cheng’s eyes burn.

Everyone in this school knows that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are so very desperately in love with each other and it must have reached Lan Qiren’s ears as well.

This is no punishment at all. It’s a reward.

And since Lan Qiren holds no love for Wei Wuxian this must be a reward for Wei Wuxian because he came to Jiang Cheng’s defence.

It’s like an unspoken secret that Lan Qiren holds a soft spot for Jiang Cheng, even though Jiang Cheng himself could never figure out why the hell that would be the truth, but it seems like everyone else was right. Jiang Cheng never dared to believe it, even when Lan Qiren checks in him personally at least once a week, and when Jiang Cheng’s parents forgot to pick him up, Jiang Cheng got to do his homework in Lan Qiren’s office.

Still, Jiang Cheng always thought he was just being a decent person to a sad, lost boy, but it seems like everyone was in fact right when they say that Jiang Cheng is Lan Qiren’s favourite.

“Thank you,” Jiang Cheng whispers and Lan Qiren strokes his goatee, clearly uncomfortable with Jiang Cheng’s expression of gratitude.

“Where are your parents?” he asks instead of letting the moment turn more awkward than it already way, and every warm feeling flees Jiang Cheng’s body.

He had called them from the infirmary, but he hadn’t reached them. Jiang Cheng suspects that they chose to ignore him, rather than missed his call, because he called both his parent’s work phones.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I couldn’t reach them.”

“Are they at home?” Lan Qiren demands to know and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

He hasn’t seen either of his parents for the past few days, but he’s not going to mention that to Lan Qiren now.

“I think they are at work. There is some big deal going down if I’m not mistaken,” Jiang Cheng finally says and Lan Qiren nods, though he seems anything but happy about it.

“I see,” he says and then reaches for the phone.

It’s enough to startle Jiang Cheng into motion, because if Lan Qiren calls them then his parents will think Jiang Cheng did something wrong and he doesn’t want to hear their reaction to that.

“Please, don’t,” he says, before Lan Qiren can dial a number and he freezes in his movement.

“What?” he asks.

“Don’t call them. I can just go home by bus, it’s no problem,” Jiang Cheng desperately tries.

“You’re supposed to go to the hospital, not home,” Lan Qiren sternly tells him and then simply dials the number.

“They won’t come,” Jiang Cheng mutters, and Lan Qiren’s eyes snap to him.

“Headmaster Lan, what did Wei Wuxian do now?” Madam Yu’s voice rings out from the speaker and Jiang Cheng tries his best to melt into the seat.

“This is about your son,” Lan Qiren says and there’s a beat of silence.

“What did he do?” Madam Yu asks and whereas she sounded annoyed the first time, there’s real anger in her voice now.

“He got hurt,” Lan Qiren says with a frown and Madam Yu sighs.

“Is he alright?” she asks, and Jiang Cheng’s hand clenches around the cold compress.

His wrist hurts, and with his luck it’s more damaged than just bruised, and his mother is not going to care beyond the fact that he can’t work at his intern job in the company.

“His wrist got injured. A trip to the hospital is advisable,” Lan Qiren tells her.

“If it’s only his wrist, he can take the bus. My son is not so weak that he needs to be coddled. He can take care of himself. He better got that by beating someone else up,” Madam Yu says and Jiang Cheng wishes she would stop talking.

“Madam Yu!” Lan Qiren says in outrage but Madam Yu doesn’t seem to care that much.

“Is he there?” she asks and Lan Qiren expectantly looks at Jiang Cheng.

“Yes, mother,” he dutifully says.

“What happened?” she asks and Jiang Cheng tries to hide his wince but going by the twitch in Lan Qiren’s brow he doesn’t know how successful he is.

“Jin Zixun said something mean to Yanli so I tried to make him stop,” he sums it up and Jiang Cheng goes cold at the answering silence.

“And?” Madam Yu icily asks after a moment.

“And then Jin Zixun almost broke my wrist,” Jiang Cheng goes on.

“Wei Wuxian?” Madam Yu wants to know and Jiang Cheng shrinks even more in on himself.

“Came to my help.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Not that I know of,” Jiang Cheng says and he knows what’s coming next.

“Then you are not, either. I expect you at work later this afternoon,” Madam Yu says and Jiang Cheng hangs his head.

“Yes, mother,” he agrees and Madam Yu hangs up without another word.

There’s only the beeping sound for a horrible long time and then Lan Qiren lets out a long, long breath.

“Does that mean she’s not coming?” he then asks, voice carefully controlled and Jiang Cheng nods miserably.

“Your father?” Lan Qiren asks then and Jiang Cheng is quick to shake his head.

“He will go looking for Wei Wuxian, claiming that it’s more important since we know that I am fine, but the same can’t be said about Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng predicts and is very grateful when Lan Qiren doesn’t pick up the phone to verify.

“Is it always like that?” Lan Qiren carefully asks and Jiang Cheng is very ashamed when he bursts into tears.

But it’s just all too much; the whole day has been a rollercoaster of emotions starting with the anger towards Jin Zixun and the adrenalin and then he got hurt and Wei Wuxian came to his rescue and now this whole mess.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know how to handle any of this at all.

He startles badly when someone awkwardly pats his shoulder but when he realizes that it’s just Lan Qiren he almost leans into him. Jiang Cheng wonders which one of them feels more awkward about this, but he can’t bring himself to care, at least not right now.

“Jiang Wanyin, is it always like that?” Lan Qiren asks again and this time Jiang Cheng nods.

“I haven’t seen either of them for a couple of days. I know they are home sometimes, but mother goes to talk to Yanli and father goes to talk to Wei Wuxian and then there’s simply no time for me. Father would drop everything to search the whole town for Wei Wuxian but driving me to the hospital would be a chore. Caring for me is an obligation neither of them know how to handle, and by now I am not expecting anything anymore,” it bursts out of Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t get much for his position as an intern, but what he gets he saves. When he turns eighteen he’ll be out of his family home immediately and he doesn’t think his parents will notice for at least a week.

It’s a thought Jiang Cheng tries to push very far away.

Lan Qiren is very quiet at his side and Jiang Cheng is afraid to even look at him, too scared to see what his reaction is to that, so when Lan Qiren puts his hand more firmly on his shoulder, Jiang Cheng is startled.

“Get up, we’re driving to the hospital,” Lan Qiren says and Jiang Cheng is left staring after him, because immediately after his declaration Lan Qiren left the office, talking to his secretary.

Jiang Cheng isn’t entirely sure how he ended up in Lan Qiren’s car, but he’s there before he can gather a coherent thought.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Jiang Cheng says as Lan Qiren already starts the car and Lan Qiren silences him with a look.

That does nothing to Jiang Cheng. Madam Yu is his mother, he’s used to much worse.

“Really, you must be busy. There must be other things you need to do,” Jiang Cheng insists, but Lan Qiren shakes his head.

“There is nothing more important than making sure that you are alright, do you understand me?” he wants to know and Jiang Cheng has nothing else to say to that, so they spent the rest of the drive to the hospital in a tense silence.

Lan Qiren stays by his side through the whole examination and when the doctor asks Jiang Cheng if it’s okay to tell him the results in front of Lan Qiren who is neither a parent nor a guardian, Jiang Cheng simply nods.

Lan Qiren feels very much like both of these things in the moment and Jiang Cheng is not at all sure how to deal with that.

“Your wrist is broken,” the doctor tells him then and Jiang Cheng slumps, because of course it is.

Nothing can ever be easy for him.

They put a cast on his arm and then Jiang Cheng is back in Lan Qiren’s car, when Jiang Cheng’s phone rings.

He accepts the call when he sees that it’s Wei Wuxian.

“Where are you?” is the first thing Wei Wuxian asks him and Jiang Cheng snorts much to Lan Qiren’s dislike it seems.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Jiang Cheng gives back but Wei Wuxian sounds worried and Jiang Cheng is not liking it.

“Listen, I managed to run away from the Jins but I had an encounter with Wen Chao,” Wei Wuxian says and Jiang Cheng winces.

Wen Chao is nothing more than a slimy bastard, but he always has Wen Zhuliu around and he’s a real piece of work.

“Are you alright?” Jiang Cheng asks, because of course Wei Wuxian would go straight from the fire into the frying pan.

“A little roughed up. Got a nice shiner. Do you think Lan Zhan will kiss it better?” Wei Wuxian asks and Jiang Cheng wonders if Lan Qiren will pop a vein with how angry he seems at hearing that.

“What do I care?” Jiang Cheng gives back, but if Wei Wuxian is hurt, he can guess where this is going.

“A-Cheng, I don’t think you should be coming home today,” Wei Wuxian says just on cue and of course.

His father thinks it’s Jiang Cheng’s fault Wei Wuxian got hurt, and his mother thinks the opposite, so they are fighting again.

“Bad?” Jiang Cheng wants to know even though he damn well knows the answer.

“I’m going to stay with Wen Qing tonight, and shijie is with Jin Zixuan, so—,” Wei Wuxian trails off and that means it’s more than bad.

“Fine, I’ll find a place to stay,” Jiang Cheng sighs, even though dread curls in his gut.

He’s not quite as lucky as Wei Wuxian or Jiang Yanli with his friends. His only real friend is Nie Huaisang and he and his brother are out of town at the moment.

Jiang Cheng guesses he could beg Jin Zixuan to let him take the couch but he doesn’t want to ruin his sister’s evening and Jiang Cheng would rather sleep on the streets than room with Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian.

“Take care,” Wei Wuxian says and then simply hangs up on him.

“What was that?” Lan Qiren demands to know and Jiang Cheng startles, because over his own dilemma he almost forgot that they are in his car.

“The usual,” Jiang Cheng tries, but Lan Qiren levels him with a look and Jiang Cheng deflates.

“My father thinks Wei Wuxian’s injury is my fault because I started it, so he is mad at me. My mother can’t stand it when he is mad at me instead of Wei Wuxian, so she gets in these really vicious fights with him and if that happens it’s really best if none of us are home,” Jiang Cheng says with a shrug.

“Where will you stay?” Lan Qiren asks and Jiang Cheng admires him for everything that he so clearly wanted to say and still swallowed.

There’s no way that was his first thought to this.

“Don’t know yet,” Jiang Cheng gets out with a desperate smile. “I’m gonna find a place.”

Lan Qiren looks at him as if he can tell exactly that Jiang Cheng is most likely not going to find a place and then he sighs.

“You’re coming with me,” Lan Qiren decides and Jiang Cheng gapes at him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re not going to sleep on the streets or whatever you are thinking,” Lan Qiren almost snaps at him as if he’s offended even thinking about it. “I have a guest room and you’re going to use it.”

Jiang Cheng opens his mouth to argue, but then he realizes that there isn’t much he can argue against. It will most likely be awkward as hell, but Jiang Cheng is out of options, so really, what is he going to say to that.

Jiang Cheng tries not to gape when they come to stop in front of a huge house, because this neighbourhood is even nicer than Jiang Cheng’s own, and he only drags his eyes away from the house when Lan Qiren turns towards him.

“Jiang Wanyin,” he starts and Jiang Cheng dreads whatever comes out of his mouth next. “I have a spare key and you’re going to take it,” Lan Qiren tells him then and before Jiang Cheng can protests, a key is being pressed into his uninjured hand.

“What?” Jiang Cheng very dumbly asks but he doesn’t understand what’s happening right now.

“If that is a regular occurrence, I never want you to fret over where you’ll stay,” Lan Qiren says with vehemence. “If you can’t stay at friends of yours, then you’ll come here. I have a spare room and no one who uses it and if I hear you’re sleeping on the streets or something equally outrageous then I’m going to drag you here by your ear.”

Jiang Cheng has to blink very fast at that, because his vision gets blurry and he thinks bursting into tears right now is only going to make Lan Qiren retract his offer.

“And if you ever need a place just to get away from your parents, even for just an hour, you also come here,” Lan Qiren goes on and Jiang Cheng is quick to nod, because if he already accepted, Lan Qiren can’t take it back anymore.

“Alright,” Lan Qiren says and squeezes his shoulder once before he gets out of the car.

He gives Jiang Cheng some time to compose himself, but when he finally follows Lan Qiren into the house and has to use the key to enter, Jiang Cheng bursts into tears again, because a very small part of him thought that maybe Lan Qiren was just fucking with him.

It’s almost not at all awkward when Lan Qiren hugs him, and even if it was, Jiang Cheng wouldn’t mention it.

Link to my ko-fi on the sidebar!

It’s really nice to be held.

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[who-is-page]

I hate that if my alternates wanna talk about themselves in nonhuman communities they essentially have to give an in-depth play-by-play of our extremely personal medical information, past trauma history (something that isn't entirely any one individual's to share, since it involves all of us), and the relevant laws around where we live that justify why we avoid attempting to receive some sort of official diagnosis, or they run the risk of being dogpiled and accused of

-Not being real people/Not having actual personhood

-"""Ableism""" (against who? Ourselves?!)

-"Stealing" resources (because, as we all know, text conversations online are a finite resource)

-And more bullshit besides!

It's frustrating. It makes the others not want to talk about their experiences at all, just because they'd rather not deal with people being assholes to them. Noel just thinks the alterhuman communities as a concept are garbage at this point, which is so frustrating when I think she'd have some amazing things to contribute to our nonhuman website and nonhuman content as a whole if I could only get her onboard. She wrote the most popular Shenani-kins comic we've published so far (outside of the very first one, but given that one's audience was OtherCon attendees I never count it), and she's way more eloquent than me when she wants to be. But because people are stupid, she'd rather just go sun herself on a rock than try and engage with stuff and she's too stubborn to be convinced otherwise.

It's just a frustrating situation all around. I feel like singlets (and he'll, even other systems) who gatekeep oftentimes forget that they're not just arguing against singular people, they're arguing against GROUPS of people which not only include those they "know" they don't like and have opinions they don't agree with, but also include individuals who haven't yet made up their opinions about a variety of topics and who haven't chosen to interact with them. They're not just disavowing one person's existence. They're disavowing MANY, including people they don't even know the names or experiences of.

It feels like barging into a Food Club on Vegetable Day to scream at the President about how tomatoes are a fruit, not a vegetable, and should therefore be exclusive to the Fruit Club that you operate. Sure, maybe you have beef with the dude running the club and you're not completely wrong that tomatoes are classified as a fruit (even if it doesn't really matter and it's an entirely arbitrary classification system anyways), but now all the club goers are looking at you going "Jesus Christ, the Fruit Club is run by some real fruit loops." And they definitely aren't gonna be offering to help when you have to go beg for more money from the student council because the Club Fair is coming up and you ended up with a miniscule budget because you have no members (because people who might be interested in your club have seen how you act towards others, and even if they're not saying anything to you they're going out of their way to avoid you like the plague), and then you end up with no money, and no real advertisement at the Club Fair, so you're just off seething in a corner glaring at the Food Club's nice group sign they all decorated and fancy cheese platter they bought from a small business downtown precisely for the event, while you have one banana you snatched from the cafeteria earlier and a piece of printer paper with "FRUIT CLUB!" hastily scrawled on it in black sharpie. And next year when you try to set the club up again, the student council views it as a justification to shrink your budget down even further, which only makes you angrier and loudly blame the Food Club all the more. Which drives even more people away. Which repeats the process.

Gatekeeping singlets (and systems) need to learn that it's okay not to personally include tomatoes in their vegetable smoothies, but to not freak out at the people who maybe do, is what I'm saying, since it doesn't really matter what people are doing off in their own kitchens and their own clubs with their own blenders anyways. (/lh)

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(Like fuck, I hate to add on to that last point, but also there's already A PRETTY LIMITED AMOUNT OF NONHUMAN CREATORS. Our communities are niche at absolute fucking best. And it feels to me that places like Therian Amino think it's cool and fun to discourage and drive potential creators or past creators away from community spaces, which sucks. The people in the nonhuman communities have systems to fucking thank for some of the more prevalent e-sources they have today, but instead of continuing to encourage people to be a part of the established communities and contribute they find it more useful to just go, "okay, but what if y'all just left the community instead? UwU We'll keep the work you did tho~")

[depths-of-your-soul]

Uhm- is it okay if i request bakugou, todoroki, kaminari, and tamaki (take whoever if that's too much) with a reader who has a witch quirk? I'm talking their quirk can only be used with their wand in hand? But she can barely control her quirk and the outcomes of it (not that she's op, honestly her quirk is really just a bundle of smaller, probably non lethal quirks that can turn dangerous depending on how one use them. So sometimes let's say she'll try to cast a spell to make something float but she'll instead just makes it shrink and she doesn't know how to actually control her quirk to do what she wants) and instead she relies on spells from Harry Potter to give her the mindset and make her actually able to focus on each invidual 'magic' she uses. (Like, now she'll openly say "Wingardium Leviosa" before actually casting a spell to make things float therefore it'll actually work) ignore if you don't watch HP doe!

S/o with poor control of her witch-like quirk

Pairs: Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Denki Kaminari x reader

Notes:

I loved the Harry Potter series as a child, sadly I couldn't buy the books to read and no longer have the attention span to read the whole series. I'm so glad you gave me such a request uwu

I updated the Rules so go check it out! I will update the 2nd part of this next week Wednesday since I have unfortunately put off quite a few request after I scheduled to post the notification of me going hiatus.

I hope I get more requests though! All the requests I've gotten were such blessings to write! >w< Fluff before bed always gives me good dreams. If only I did this when I was younger aghhh

Katsuki Bakugou

• The first time he saw you use your quirk was when you were trying something out of your comfort zone

• He secretly watched you, analysing your quirk to learn how you use it

• However, throughout that 2.5 hours of him trying to analyse and learn your pattern, he barely managed to figure anything out

• He was dumbfounded

• How did you get into this school???

• He only learned 2 things; 1) You need your wand to use your quirk. 2) Your quirk varies from highly dangerous to outright useless

• He could no longer face it.

• He HAD to ask you what in the world is up with you

• After you explained to him about your situation, it all made sense

• He will binge watch and read the whole series from top to bottom, analysing each and every section and spell he could find

• He would also try to help you come up with new ways to use your quirk and discuss with you new strategies to enhance, amplify and adapt

• He won't ever say it, but he found it fun

• It was like a never-ending puzzle with no limit

• He would also train with you, unable to predict some of your moves

• It not only trains you, but gives him the experience that he needs for battles and helps him quickly think

• Your relationship is very beneficial for each other

• Just saying but- he only has a soft spot for you

• Doesn't mean he'll go easy on you when fighting tho

• It's his form of respect

Denki Kaminari

• As a classmate, Denki often thought of you as a stunning and one of a kind person

• Sure, you may lose control of your ability sometimes, but who doesn't?

• He knows that there are pros and cons to everything, especially when it comes to quirks

• He himself suffer from the consequences of his quirk when it is used too much

• But anyways, he found it amazing how practically limitless your power can be when used to the full potential

• He is definately going to binge watch all kinds of fantasy movies that involves witches and witchcraft alike

• It shouldn't be a surprise to you when he admitted how much he loved the Harry Potter series

• I assure you that this man has remembered every spell and flips of the magic wands

• Heck, he might even teach you some you may have forgotten

• He will watch movies with you- for 'research purposes'

• Denki would even willingly go to the library with you just to accompany you while you read books

• Just don't get upset when he falls asleep, I assure you he has tried his best to stay awake

• He will openly tell you how much he likes you

• Don't push him away please :'(

• When he find love, he definately stays loyal

• He won't take you for granted

• And on the bright side, you have yourself a pikachu to cuddle you while you feel tired

[istgimamess]

Reaction: [ S t r a y K i d s ] finding out their s/o is a [ S u p e r n a t u r a l C r e a t u r e ]

"...hi it's the anon from yesterday! so I'm not sure what way you do your reactions but something i haven't seen yet but would like to is a reaction to finding out that either their s/o or friend, whichever you'd prefer, is a supernatural creature (like werewolf, fae, witch, shape shifter, mermaid, demon, angel, anything really) for stray kids!

let me know if I didn't give you info that you need for a reaction or... if there are any problems with my request, I'm kind of shooting blindly since you don't have rules or anything right? so yea, i hope this is fine tho..."

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[ C h a n ] finds out you’re an [ A n g e l ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ C o n c e r n e d ]

^ he’s logical, fair and patient—he’s known for having a logical minds and a fair judgment. He strives for fairness and justice constantly. This makes him a  wonderful mediator. He’ll analyze every situation with his little legal eagle brain and logical mind; with the help of that he can organize all things well and eliminate the irrelevant. So when you finally admit to being an angel, show him your wings, he’ll most like keep quiet. 

^ also, he’s a great listener—he’ll most definitely listen to your side of the story before making any irrational decisions about your relationship. This goes back to his logical, fair and patient way of thinking; he’ll most likely just sit there quietly and let you do the talking, the explaining. ^ he soaks up all the ideas and information around him like a big brainy sponge. He hates conflicts and confrontations and always watches his words while communicating, talking in a way as to not offend you. When he finally does say something, his words will be well thought out, calculated.

^ he always knows a lot more than he lets on, most likely he already knew you were abnormal—a bit different—from the very start of your relationship. And he was just waiting for you to get comfortable enough to admit it to him, to officially let him in on the secret.

^ he’s very understanding. He’s very thoughtful and interprets things that most people miss out on. This will be beneficial to you when you begin to try and explain to him why you kept this a huge secret for such a long time. He’ll see that it, your unwillingness to tell anybody your origin story, has nothing to do with him not being worthy of knowing. He won’t take it personally.

^ he’ll tell you like it is, straight up, because he’s an honest and upfront person. He’ll wait until you’ve finished explaining and when you question him on his thoughts and feelings in the moment, he won’t sugar coat it—which can be both good and bad.

^ but, also, he can smell bullshit from a mile away. If you omit any significant details, or lie in any way, he will catch on almost instantly. And he won’t be happy.

^ he’s loyal to the bone and fiercely protective of you; finding out you’re an angel won’t change that. If anything, he’ll feel even more protective of both you and your secret. ^ he’ll forgive but never forget. Even though he won’t show it on the surface, he’ll be extremely hurt that it took you so long to tell him. Logically he knows it has nothing to do with him, but emotionally it will feel like you just don’t trust him enough. He’ll forgive you for keeping such a monumental secret, but he’ll never forget that feeling. But once he listens to your story, does his own research, his concern for you will outweigh those hurt feelings.

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“So I did some research,” he trailed off, you jerked at the echo of his voice in the otherwise silent room.

“Research? On what?” you gaze over at him, not quite meeting his eyes.

“You. Well, angel’s in general, but mostly you.” his voice is much lower, the silence drags on for a moment too long. It’s suddenly stifling. 

“And?” you breath out, still caught off guard.

“What does Éloa mean?” he questions, taking a step around the bed to face you, get a better look. You narrowed your gaze, heart suddenly in your throat. How did he find that name? Did he know? Was he just testing you? You take a deep breath, eyes dropping down to the carpet beneath his bare feet. You decide to just answer him, literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” He tilts his head, contemplatively. And there is something dangerous in his eyes, something you can’t quite place. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” you pull the blanket closer to you, resisting the sudden urge to spread your wings, stretch them wide and flee.  “Was he a fallen angel?” his eyes are darker now, assessing, he definitely knows. You know he knows. So why wasn’t he saying? “She was, yes.” you hesitate, not wanting to give too much of your past away, but unable to stop yourself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” he was still standing above you, he wouldn’t approach you, hasn’t since the night he caught you in full form.  You meet his gaze. “She fell in love with him.” His eyes narrowed, his face pulled into a grimace. How disgusting must it feel to find out your girlfriend is not only a fallen angel, but also a fallen angel who was once in love with Lucifer. You shrink, your wings drawing in closer to your body. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction, you think, bitterly.. “The only way he knew how.”  He must have been able to see the pain in your eyes because, for a moment, pure concern crossed his features. He shook his head, schooling his expression once again. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name.” you whisper, your voice breaking. And suddenly he wasn’t across the room, standing above you at a distance—he was right in front of you, knee on the bed, arms around your shoulders. “Shhh, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it now.” He reached forward to cup your cheek, the touch surprising you. "Please understand that no matter what you are or what has happened in your past, I am yours. I am devoted to you above all else, including my own life."

You exhaled after holding your breath for what felt like forever, tears spilling over in excess. "That's pretty heavy, Chan." His expression was impassioned, and the backs of his fingers brushed the side of your neck, thumbs wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. "It is a burden I am glad to carry.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ C h a n g b i n ] finds out you’re a [ W e r e w o l f ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ C u r i o u s ] ^ he’s kind and protective. He feels responsible and is always willing to help you out when you’re in need. He will go to great lengths to make sure that you feel loved and you’re happy. He will always stand up for the underdog, (no werewolf pun intended.) This is beneficial to you because his compassionate heart will win out over his logical mindset. 

 ^ he’s extremely loyal. If there’s one trait imbedded in him, it is his loyalty. He physically won’t be able to turn his back on you—werewolf or not.

^ he’s also very honest. He tends to be extremely direct and straightforward with you. He gives honest feedback to you when you ask for it. He would never speak a white lie just to avoid conflict, or be deemed reasonable, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him bottling up his true thoughts, opinions and emotions on the subject. 

 ^ that being said, his honesty often comes off as excessive bluntness. Therefore, at first, you might catch some heat in that department. 

^ he, at times, can be very inflexible. When he has committed to something, in this case a way of thinking, he’ll fight tooth and nail to stick to that way of thinking. Regardless of how much proof he has in front of him, it will be difficult to convince him otherwise—especially when he grew up believing that werewolves were myth, not real.

^ once he has a significant amount of proof, though, he’ll be insanely curious on the matter and his crazy sense of humor will resurface.

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“Wait, are you an alpha? An omega? Do you turn when you feel threatened?” his wide eyes, his random questioning—it all catches you off guard.

“I’m considered a dominant amongst my pack. And, yes, I guess I would if I felt threatened.” you nod slowly, holding his gaze. You’re the werewolf here, the freak of nature, but this boy—this human—is the weird one. 

“What’s a dominant? Are they more important than a submissive?” he crawls closer to you, his jeans catching on the carpet beneath you.

“Not necessarily. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting themselves: they can fight, they can kill as readily as any other. They are a treasure in a pack, just as important. A source of purpose and of balance.” you catch yourself quoting your great grandmother, the very first female dominant in your pack, a rare, smart, capable wolf.

“Then why does the dominant wolf exist? If a submissive wolf is just as capable, just as important, why make the distinction?” he interjects, your baffled at his level of curiosity.

“Because even through submissives are just as capable and important, they’re very different. It’s a dominants job to protect those beneath them.” you pause momentarily, watch a multitude of expressions cross his face. “Protecting a submissive is far more rewarding because a submissive will never wait until you are wounded or your back is turned to see if you are truly dominant to them. Submissive wolves can be trusted. And they unite the pack with the goal of keeping them safe and cared for.”

There is a long moment where you just stare at each other, his eyes glazed over, a childlike expression on his face. “So you’re a werewolf trapped in a human body?”

You stifle a laugh, unable to control your facial expression. "Well, yeah, that's kind of the definition."

"No, really. You’re trapped?” his eyes widen slightly, he leans forward, anticipating your answer.

"Oh? Are you trying to ask me the last time I shifted?" you voice, confusion written all over your face.

“Yes.” he nods enthusiastically. You briefly debate telling him about the traffic incident, but ultimately decide against lying.

“On your birthday.” you admit, sheepishly. “There was a lot of traffic and I was running late.” you trail off, suddenly awkward. But then he laughs, big and loud, throwing his head back.

“That’s so cool! I want to be a werewolf. How do I get a werewolf to attack me?" he smiles wide. And you roll your eyes, shake your head in pseudo disappointment. “Stand in the middle of a forest under a full moon with a raw steak tied to your face, holding a sign that says, 'Eat me; I'm stupid'?”

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[ H y u n j i n ] finds out you’re a [ M e r m a i d ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ P r a c t i c e d ]

^ he’s very empathetic with a lively imagination and a friendly disposition. He has a boundless capacity for empathy even with those who he barely sees eye to eye with. This is great for you because, even if he is initially angry that you kept such a secret from him, he’ll still empathize with your situation, your story.

^ he’s more emotional than your average guy. He is intune and prone to the infectious emotion of those around him. If he see tears, he will likely cry. If he can sense hurt in your voice, it will sadden him also. 

^ he will love you unconditionally no matter what or who you are.  ^ he’s selfless and generous. No matter how big the secret, how hurt he is from your omission, he will always be there when you need someone. Because he is so practiced in the idea that he can’t live without you, he will always show up when you need him.

^ that being said, because of his idealistic nature, you can often find him walking alone. He can be overly trusting and it often leaves him feeling betrayed, hurt and vulnerable. He might view your lack of openness, truthfulness, as a betrayal within your relationship. And that might make conversation with him, for a while, very stilted. He’ll seem impassive at first, but he will eventually warm back up to you.

^ he’s not one to give up easily. He puts in the work to get what he wants in life and he won’t let it slide away without a fight. He won’t let you go over something like this, not after he’s just got you.

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There, with bare feet and drenched hair, you were crouched like a child. Upon hearing him approach, you looked up, peered into his dark, hesitant eyes. You wore only an enormous men’s sweater, his sweater—with no extravagant pattern or color, the sweater was a dull beige. Your knees were pulled up inside of it, thin pale ankles peeking out from underneath. The wool sweater alone was dry, as the rest of your head, hands, and feet were as wet as if you’d just been pulled from drowning. Tiny rivers flowed off your hair and pooled on the wool sweater, leaving it dark in splotches. Water droplets glistened on your skin, not running off, as though they couldn’t quite bear to leave you. His eyes held yours in a way his hands did not. His empathetic gaze schooled, his expression practiced, controlled.

“So...a mermaid?” you twist your head the other direction, his voice breaking your concentration momentarily. At this he took a sudden step forward, as if compelled. He had caught a glimpse of pink gills under your chin, his busy eyes dancing along your neck with a new found curiosity. You became overwhelmingly self conscious, tucking your chin, keeping your neck hidden from his view. It had always taken your gills longer to disappear than your tail. 

“My mother told me stories of mermaids. She said they sometimes sing to humans to lure them underwater.” his voice trailed off, momentarily. “But you have a horrible voice.” your gaze snaps up, catching the mischievous look in his eye, his grin.

His teasing catches you off guard, you fumble with your words, “Yeah, well...I've been practicing. Want to hear?” you glare at him, halfheartedly.

He lets out a soft laugh, “I'm always happy when I'm surrounded by water, I think I'm a Mermaid too...or at least, I was a mermaid in a past life.” he crouches down, he’s much closer to you now.

“Are you in pain?” you choke out, the idea of him hurting, in any way, unbearable to you. You don’t know why you asked that, he’s obviously just joking—keeping a steady conversation with you, trying to keep you calm.

“Pain? Why would I be in—” he trails off, eyes snapping in your direction. “Wait, are you in pain?” the absolute, genuine concern in his voice has you pulling up short. Your breathing shallow.

“Mermaids hurt when we’re in human form.” you admit, quietly, eyes glued to the rocks on the horizon.

“But...but you never look like you’re in pain, you’re always smiling, always so...graceful—” he cuts himself off abruptly, eyes narrowed. It’s as if he’s angry at himself for not catching on to your discomfort much sooner. “What does it feel like?”

“When your tail divides and shrinks until it becomes legs, it’s very painful. It feels as if a sharp sword is slashing through you. Everyone who sees a mermaid on legs will say that they are the most graceful human being they’ve ever laid eyes on—” you remember, vividly, all the times you were complemented for your gliding movement; not even a seasoned dancer is able to tread as lightly as you. “But every step you take feels as if you are treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow.”

There is silence, the ocean waves brushing against the sand, caressing the shore—it’s the only noise you hear for a moment. 

“Then shall I take you home and put you in the bathtub?” his unsystematic question is enough to pull you out of your thoughts completely, his brand of humor easily calming you in your panicked state. You’re suddenly very thankful.

“How do you always know just what to say?" you ask, a smile on your lips. His laugh rumbles through you as he puts his arm around your damp shoulders. "Practice, I guess."

You pull back and give him a quizzical look.

"I spent three years imagining what I would say to you if you were mine," he says, tugging you closer. “I should hope I know what to say now that I've finally got you.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ J i s u n g ] finds out you’re a [ D e m o n ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ B e w i l d e r e d ]

^ he’s very intelligent and he’s always ready to expand his knowledge reserves. He usually has a systematic approach to life, he always ensures that he doesn’t miss any loophole behind. So when he finds out about you being a demon, he’s both bewildered and inquisitive.

^ he’s usually very calm and collected on the surface. But underneath he has a great intensity that demands he bring order to his world. He struggles with the need to rearrange his frantic interior beneath the calm exterior until everything is perfect. This might make him seem more freaked out, frightened, than he actually is.

^ he is highly patient with you and always tries to find the good in everything around him. So in reality, even though he initially seems frazzled at your confession, he will actually give you enough time to fix up your act—explain yourself—when need be.

^ he can, at times, be very judgmental. He tends to appraise and judge people based on one particular viewpoint in that person’s life—especially if he doesn’t know that person well enough. That being said, your relationship is solid enough to outlast his initial judgment.

^ he can also be very fussy, as sometimes he gets lost in the details. His strong likes and dislikes make him quite finicky at first. And he’ll definitely feel some type of way that you kept him in the dark for so long.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All the demons of Hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it's not fair, but one man's god is another man's devil. As each subsequent civilization became a dominant power, among its first acts was to depose and demonize whoever the previous culture had worshipped. The Jews attacked Belial, the god of the Babylonians. The Christians banished Pan and Loki, the respective deities of the ancient Greeks and Celts. The Anglican British banned belief in the Australian aboriginal spirits known as the Mimi. Satan is depicted with cloven hooves because Pan had them, and he carries a pitchfork based on the trident carried by Neptune. As each deity was deposed, it was relegated to Hell. For gods so long accustomed to receiving tribute and loving attention, of course this status shift put them into a foul mood.

And when Hell, itself, was in a foul mood, demons—specifically the ones planted here on earth—got the brunt of it. So to say you were in a bad mood would be an understatement. In hindsight, it might not have been the best decision on your part to agree to speak with Jisung about your origins in that moment.

“It’s not fair.” his voice wavers, the emotional confrontation taking a toll on him.

“What, that I’m a demon or that you managed to date me?” you bit out, tersely. “Don’t.” his voice was abruptly dark. 

“No, you’re right, it’s not fair—but what makes earth feel like Hell is your expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. Good is rarely good and bad is always bad. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough. It won’t help the situation for you to get all upset.” you snap back at him, voice just as dark.

‘‘What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening me now?” his eyes narrow.

“How miserably hypocritical,” you respond with a growl. “You think it’s such a burden for you to be tricked into dating the devils servant? What about the burden of me being me?” your voice is much lower now, your practically spitting venom in his direction. “No sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay.”

“I didn’t want this.” his dark eyes, his bewildered gaze reflecting a huge amount of regret.

“Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminals and those who seek to bring them to justice. It’s no wonder the Zodiac Killer flirted so relentlessly with the police. Or that Jack the Ripper courted and baited detectives with his—or her—coy letters. We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired. That’s what I did, I pursued you, I desired you. Anything beyond that is your fault.” you turn, ready to flee out the door, the overwhelming urge to hurt something, someone, frightening you.

“My fault!? Is it my fault that I want you? That I want that feeling of standing with you against all odds and succeeding? That I want it so bad, I’d risk destroying everything I’ve worked for?” he spits at your back, crossing the room in a long stride to block your path to the door. “Is that my fault? I should walk away. But all I want to do is follow you, out that door, down the street, all the way back to hell.” his fists are clenched, his face red, you’ve never seen him so frustrated—with you or himself. “What the hell am I doing, falling in love with a demon?”  His sudden confession almost knocks you from your feet. Anger and confusion painting his face.

“You love me?” you whisper in a fit of shock.

“Yes.” he whispers right back, voice matching yours, as if his own confession shocked him as well.

“Enough to follow me all the way to hell?” you’re baffled.

“Well, according to Google, 98.3 percent of lawyers end up in Hell. That's in contrast to the 23 percent of farmers who are eternally damned. Some 45 percent of retail business owners are Hellbound, and 85 percent of computer software writers.” he hums to himself, pausing in thought. “Perhaps a trace number of musicians ascend to Heaven, but statistically speaking, 100 percent of them are cast into the fiery pit. As are essentially 100 percent of journalists and redheads.” he finishes with a satisfied nod. “Readheads?” you cock your eyebrow, completely thrown by the turn of conversation.

“What? I told you! I googled it.” he smiles, oddly proud of himself.

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[ F e l i x ] finds out you’re a [ V a m p i r e ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ P l a y f u l ]

^ like Jisung, he’s appears very calm and collected on the surface; he will struggle with his external facade and his internal need demanding order. This might make him seem very impassive in the moment, as he tends to shut down when confronted with mixed and conflicting emotions.

^ he has an analytical mind that can see things in black and white. He is capable of finding solutions to tough problems, always. He has a keen attention to detail, and likes to absorb everything before making a decision. So he will probably, like Chan, be very quiet and expressionless during your confession.

^ he has a very clever mind. And he will go through all possible elements of thinking before making any decision—so you won’t have to worry about fear, disgust or uncertainty driving him to make an impulsive decision about your relationship.

^ he’s very honest with you, he will always tell you exactly how he feel about you—to your face. He doesn’t like to sugar coat his words. For him, honesty is the best policy, even if the truth hurts. So when he does settle his mind, his inner conflict, enough to respond to you articulately—you might experience some unintentional savagery, but it most definitely will not last for long.

^ he’s pretty old school, a bit conservative and old fashioned. He’s not really into modern changes and prefers things in their old traditional ways. This is beneficial to you, in the given situation, because you are much much older than you seem. Your aura brings that old fashioned feel, and he will still appreciate that—even after realizing why.

^ once he wraps his head around the concept, around the idea of you being a vampire and living off of blood, he’ll be extremely playful. He’ll love to tease you, and honestly, he’s the type to be into a little blood play.

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“Yeah, I get it, you're a vampire," he said. "Creepy. And okay, a little hot, I admit." 

"You don't mean that." you gape in his direction.  "Come on. I still like you, you know, even if you... crave plasma." You blink once, twice, and it’s as if you’ve never seen him before. “You what?"

"Like. You." Felix enunciated slowly, as if you might not know the words. "Idiot. I always have. What, you didn't know? We’re literally dating." he sounded cool and grown-up about it, but you saw the hectic color in his cheeks, under the moonlight.

"How clueless are you? Does it come with the fangs?" he sniffs, eyes darting around him, never really settling on you.

"I guess I...I just thought.... I don’t know. I just didn't think...You're kind of intimidating, you know." you finally admit. "I'm intimidating? Me? You’re the vampire here!” he spluttered out. "You're the one who's intimidating. I mean, come on. All that power, and you look... Well, you know how you look." 

"How do I look?" you were fascinated now, you moved a little closer to him on the couch. He laughed nervously. "Oh come on. You're a total model-babe." 

"You're kidding." you deadpan, completely caught off guard.

"You don't think you are?" he shot back at you, side eyeing your expression. You shook you head."Then you're kind of an idiot. Smart, but an idiot." he crossed his arms, momentarily lost in though. “So? What exactly do you think about me, except that I’m intimidating?” he questioned after a moment of silence.

“I think you’re…you’re…ah, interesting?” your the one tripping over your words now. If you were capable of blushing, you’d be beet red. “I think you’re kind of beautiful...for a human. And really, really strange.” You look away, keeping your eyes on the opposite wall.

“Beautiful? But I’m a boy.” he whines.

“Boys can be beautiful too, it’s not subjective to one gender. Besides, beauty is a state of being—it’s inside—not just physical attractiveness.” you reprimand him for his narrow mindedness.

He smiled and looked down, the color in his face deepened. “Thanks for that,” he murmured, “I thought you only considered me to be bratty.”

“Well, to be fair, you are bratty.” you smile, peeking at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey!” he gasps, affronted.

“What? You can be bratty and beautiful,” you shot back, repeating yourself once more. “I think it’s interesting.”  There was a beat of silence, “So, your not scared of me? You don’t hate me?” you whispered into the dark room. Before he could even open his mouth to reply, you continue, “I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those would hold a candle to the pain I’d feel if you hated me, if you were scared.”

His dark eyes find you in the light of the moon, his hand reaching out to intertwine with your. He opens his mouth, closes it and opens it once more—as if trying to articulate his feelings properly, as if trying to find the words. “That's pretty hot," his deep voice carries in the otherwise quiet room.

"What? Me being staked?" you admonished, unprepared for the turn of conversation.

"Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports." he wiggled his eyebrows in your direction, his voice playful, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Throwing your head back, you squeezed his hand, “I'm sure you are.” ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ J e o n g i n ] finds out you’re a [ N y m p h ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ D e l i g h t e d ]

^ he’s incredibly open-minded and tends to think and do things differently than others. He thinks for himself and likes to keep an open mind about all things. He’s not the type to judge a book by its cover. So you won’t need to worry about any judgment being thrown your way.

^ he’s a true free spirit, meaning any attempts to keep him from being who he really is will make him turn away. This is great, because he has learned to treat others as he wishes to be treated; he won’t ask you to suppress who you are, or change in any way, for the fear that you might do the same to him.

^ he’ll most likely need some space and freedom to work through his thoughts on your unusual upbringing. However, he will be very vocal about exactly why he needs space, as to avoid any miscommunication. He would never up and leave you for being open and honest with him and he wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.

^ like Jisung, he is also quite the intellectual. He can amaze anyone with his original ideas; this is great because, right off the bat, he will be so overwhelmed with curiosity, overflowing with questions, he won’t have the time to be upset with you.

^ sure, he’s a bit of an intellectual rebel and he will loudly defend his opinions, but he’s also willing and open to learning. Ultimately, telling him you’re a forest nymph will be like telling him you had grapefruit for breakfast. He has a great power to form and understand abstract concepts and conform and adapt to new information like he’s known it his whole life—like it’s no big deal.

^ he’ll be delighted with your honesty, insanely curious and extremely playful.

^ he’s also very stubborn at times. It is often hard to change his mind about something once it is set for. But you’re close enough to actually succeed in this area, an area which others have failed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You wake up sudden—a chill crawling down your spine—in a puddle of cool sunlight. Your hands asleep beside you, your hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. Frost grows on the window glass, forming whirlpool patterns of lovely translucent geometry, and you stare up, momentarily forgetting where you are. Sitting up slowly, you lean forward and breath on the glass, giving the frost more ammunition. Now the winter nymphs can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see them moving in, ready to do their seasonal damage to your lovely forest, to your home.  That’s when you hear it, a shift in the cool grass. And suddenly he’s right there, crouched down beside you. He rocks forward, and hisses in an attempt to scare you out of your thoughts. But you knew he was there the entire time, you could sense his presence. He could never truly sneak up on you in the forest, not with the many trees and plants and animals—the many eyes and ears.

You turn to him, with a bored expression, “Really? That’s all you got?”

You stretch your wings, hear their crackle, as a show of complete content.

“Not fair! How did you know? I was really quiet this time!” he pouts, whining about how unfair it is. “Also, why are you out here? It’s kind of cold.” he finally sits down, pulling his knees up to his chest.

You shrug your shoulders, resisting the urge to smile. There’s a pause, a beat of silence, where you both gaze up at the outer side of the house; the windows covered in frost catching your attention, yet again. And then you feel his gaze on you.

“It’s nice.” he whispers and you turn your head to face him, confused.

“That you exist.” he smiles at you and you feel your heart drop.

“I think humans don’t want merely to see beauty...we want something else which can hardly be put into words—” he cuts himself off, momentarily, watching your face carefully. “We want to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it. I think that’s why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses, and nymphs and elves.” he trails off again, and you’re left speechless. His dark eyes catching on the curves and lines of your face.  And then the moment is broken, he looks away, back up at the frost bitten windowsill. But your heart still thumps in your throat. “And this is nice," he begins with a sigh. "Like...one of those paintings where a nymph or Athena is drawing the gods and goddesses." your eyes follow his gaze back up to the windowsill, you see that he’s referring to the intricate designs hidden within the frost. Winter nymphs have a tendency to hide such patterns, such art, in their work.

You hum in agreement. “And here I was thinking you were an utterly uneducated human," you said teasingly.

"I am a student," he responded with hauteur. "I am classically educated.”

"Plus, nymphs are pretty," he adds, in after thought.

You laugh. "I could stare at them all day," he continued. His tone was carefully neutral, but his eyes never left yours. And you found you couldn’t look back, and not blush. He reached over, delicately pulling you into his side—it was only then that you realized how closely he held you, and how the gentle incline of the hill brought you almost eye to eye with him.

One side of his mouth twitched. "Your cheeks are like cherries." he chortled, delighted.

You tucked your chin into the wool of his coat. "It's cold," you said, defensively. He shook his head. "I am not complaining. I think they're rather charming. They make you look like a winter nymph.”

“I find that really offensive.” you grumble in response, the forest nymph and fairy blood in you disliking the comparison all together. He laughs, warmly, and pulls you even closer. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[ S e u n g m i n ] finds out you’re a [ W i t c h ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ R e l u c t a n t ]

^ he’s highly reliable, it’s in his blood to keep up with commitments. People often completely rely on him to complete complicated tasks with efficiency and perfection as he is naturally very rational. It’s that rational side of his mind that will force him to listen to your explanation to the end.

^ he would never, consciously, let you down; he consistently gives his best to meet your expectations. He’s the first to answer your call and the last to leave a situation when you’re in need. This will be beneficial to you as he will be compelled to stop, listen and hear you out.

^ like Felix, he is extremely analytical. He will think everything through—weighing the options, good and bad—before making a decision about your relationship.

^ at first he’ll be quite reluctant, hesitant and unwilling to budge in his prejudice. It’s something he can’t help, growing up believing witches are evil, dark, dangerous and manipulative. But deep down he knows you, and this will be all he needs to encourage understanding and acceptance.

^ he’s a problem solver. He likes to tackle problems of close ones and the people around him. At first it might seem like he’s trying to control the situation, but you will soon realize that he is only analyzing your situation to find ways of helping you improve your life.

^ he can be critical at times, overly demanding. It’s because he already has a clear picture in his mind about how things should be done. But he’s also open to change, and once he comes to terms with your witchy ways, he will become the most supportive boyfriend you could ask for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So tell me about it,” he interjected, pulling you away from your inner dialogue. 

“What?” you look up from your study table, eyes meeting his across the room.

“Are you a good witch or a bad witch? Do you practice Black Magic? Have you ever put me under a spell?” his face is blank, expressionless, but his voice gives away his anger and confusion.

“There is no such thing as White Magic or Black Magic.” you turn you head away from him, unable to accept him being so cold and cruel to you. “If you are participating in magic, you are interfering with the natural order of how life would have developed without your hand in it. You are manipulating reality to suit your own personal needs. Regardless of whether you perceive it as "positive" or "white light", you are manipulating life. And just like life, it’s not black and white, all good or all bad.” you trail off, your stomach in knots. It’s best to be truthful, you know this, but it hurts you to think that something like this could damage you relationship. Or worse, end it. You feel the telltale signs of tears forming in your eyes, the heat almost unbearable.

“And no, I’ve never—I would never use it on you.” there is a brief silence and despite him approaching you, stepping much closer, you resolutely keep your eyes lowered. 

“Can you tell me about them?” his voice was much softer now, much too close. You look up into his eyes and realize he’s referring to the plants on your bed side table. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, slowly stand up from the chair and turn towards your bed.

“These are tropical palms. They bring strong solar energy into your home that break up stale energy, and keep your home safe from nasty spiritual entities.” you trail off, carefully watching his expression. “This right here is African violet, and it’s associated with love and magic. But I use it because it’s vibrant purple flowers pull lunar energy into your home. Lunar energy is most important to those in my coven.” you whisper, the vivid memory of your grandmother and aunt surrounding themselves, filling their homes, with African violets almost brings tears to your eyes. “Aloe is associated with the water element because the gel inside the leaves. They’re cooling and healing.” you continue on, pulling yourself out of your reminiscing. 

Finally you turn to the last plant, your moms personal favorite. “The clusters of star shaped flowers that grow on the long tendrils of the hoya, also called a wax plant, produce truly intoxicating nectar whose aroma fills the whole house. It also bestows blessings on anyone who smells it.”  You wait for him to say something, still avoiding his unnerving stare, unsure you want to even see his reaction.

“This stuff? These plants? They really mean a lot to you, don’t they?” his voice is barely there, a whisper, but his words still have the same affect. You blink, once, twice, and the tears you were so set on holding back, fall.

Suddenly he’s there, pulling you closer to him, guiding your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. His warm embrace is enough to comfort you by itself but he still whispers to you, “It’s okay, it’ll be okay. I’m not mad. I won’t leave you. It’s okay.”  And, for once, you truly believe it.

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[ M i n h o ] finds out you’re a [ S h a p e s h i f t e r ]

His initial reaction:                                                       [ E n t h r a l l e d ]

^ he’s focused and competitive. When he wants something he just goes for it. Also, when he sets his sight on something (you) he allows very few things to get in his way and does anything to achieve his goal (to be with you.) This focus, this competitive nature, will keep him present and attentive during your confession. 

^ he’s also extremely brave and daring. He isn’t afraid of challenges in life, so what appears to be a crazy risk to more conservative people is just a normal day for the brave-hearted Minho. Because of this, he won’t be afraid. When you tell him, show him, what you really are—he’ll be more enthralled than fearful or confused.

^ one of the great things about Minho is his loyalty to you. He values trust and honesty making him a fiercely loyal boyfriend, and he expects you to be the same way. That being said, he most likely will be upset that you felt the need to keep such a secret. But he will quickly get over it, dismiss those feelings, once he realizes just how honest you’re being with him in the present. ^ he respects you and treats you with amazing loyalty, generosity and kindness. Him finding out you’re a shapeshifter definitely will not change that.

^ however, it most likely will take him a hot second to be content within your relationship dynamic again, as a part of him perceived your lack of truthfulness as disloyalty. There's a pretty good chance that your actions will cause some big-time resentment to him, at least for a while.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “It’s okay, I mean if you want to, if you need to—” he trails off, his eyes sympathetic. “I’m okay with it.” 

You look at him ready to cry again. Not out of pain. Not out of need. But because his words rub that part of your soul that suffers, that wants to be explored like a virgin land that has remained intact for centuries and craves to be occupied, appreciated and transformed. So you let yourself go.

You groan as your limbs lessen into shorter proportions and your neck stretches. Auburn-coloured fur emerged upon your fevered skin, and the sounds of your bones cracking, shifting in an echo around the cold mountain side. Your snout elongates and your teeth sharpen.

You were panting and, with one last shudder, your body slides from human to fox in a crack. Minho stood there, face drawn up in a twisted expression full of empathetic pain, watching the frost dissipate on your hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. In this form, the world was sharp and clear, he was sharp and clear. You never realized how many different colors of shadow there were, how the angles of his face cast such an array of shade. It made you savor the dark beauty of the cold evening even more.

Minutes passed by—him staring at you, and you staring at him—both of you almost caught in a trance. When a little blue butterfly fluttered up to you, and landed on your snout. You blinked at it and it fluttered to your ear; it was winter, cold and lifeless on the mountain side, why were there suddenly butterflies? A big yellow butterfly gently floats over and lands on your paw, and as if reading your mind, Minho cocks his head to the right, “Well, that’s different.” 

Soon a whole swarm of them float up and down around you, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened once before, in your backyard, when you shifted on a late afternoon.

Your magic must be strong enough, in that moment, to attract them—despite the weather and location. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason you made them feel safe and they gravitated to you like iron shavings to a magnet. Minho let out a quiet giggle as a bigger butterfly landed on your forehead and you shook it off, affronted. Resisting the urge to fight the assault, you took a step back. They ruined your ferocious badass image, but you’d have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.

Now if a baby deer frolicked out from between the mountains and tried to cuddle up, you would yip. You wouldn’t bite it, but you would most definitely yip, maybe even growl. You had your limits. Minho slowly approached you and reached out, his fingers hesitant. You tilted your head down, letting him touch your ears. His hand trembled slightly as he caressed the fluffy protrusion. You knew they were warmer than he thought they’d be, a living extension of the human inside. He petted your pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of your muscles bunching and moving underneath. Finishing off with your tale, he ran his fingers through it, slowly, thoroughly.

Sitting back, he winked down at you. "You probably get this a lot, but…I like your backside.” he laughed at your annoyed yip. “What? It’s so fluffy.” You stretch back into human form, the change much easier in reverse, and look up at him from the ground. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you?” you roll your eyes, with a smile.

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To the beautiful anon who requested a supernatural s/o reaction [Stray Kids,] I hope you like it!!! 😅😅 It was superrrr fun to do, so thank you for the request, loveee! 🥰

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 11 reactions; the ‘the sea is a harsh mistress’ edition

- on first watch this wasn’t really one of my favorite episodes. I think it’s something to do with... one of the many things I love about the mandalorian is how it made the star wars universe feel HUGE. big and surprising and unknowable, there could be fucking anything out there man we don’t know. so having first bo katan show up and then ahsoka being set up right after (quite aside from who’s rumoured to play her, which is an entirely different can of wormy beans) in additon to opening the season on tatooine... eh. I’m not that into it, it feels like shrinking the world. we haven’t even gotten to see any other type of force user yet. it is only early/mid season tho so they’re probably going to pull some unexpected twists on us 

my opinion might change with rewatches too, that happens quite a bit with this show!

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🎶I’VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN🎶

honestly I had kind of a hard day yesterday and watched this the next morning and kept pointing tiredly to the crest like ‘it me tho’ 

- I was unreasonably happy about seeing the calamari flan again hahaha he’s been keeping that shit in his pockets for a season and a half now (didn’t he pay with some at one other point too?)! also the sound effects for them are SO EXCELLENT, I keep thinking about how well this show does texture which is wild considering how it’s filmed 

- the warm pat din gave frog lady’s arm when he thanked her and said goodbye 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love the small ways he’s thawing 

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my heart ached so much for him at this point, he just looks so small and tense and lost, like a kid who’s lost his parents in a supermarket

(he keeps his hand on the blaster the whole time too so he knows this is a bad scene but now they’re right out in the middle of the ocean already soooo) 

- din’s very very very dry sense of humour is so blessed. ‘a bowl of chowder for my friend’ faklhfsadkjlfhsadkjhfsd

the baby’s look when he poked the squid thing with his knife too -- yodito’s like ‘dad is a wizard??’ haha. some good baby & dad stuff in this one 

- oh din... side quest boy, side quest booooooyyy

- the shot when bo katan helped him out of the water is perfectly mirroring the scene of bb!din being pulled up to safety by the mandalorian in the flashback, which seems Very Intentional

I Extremely Do Not Trust Her in the larger scale tho. I think it’s important that din knows now that he was raised in a very specific offshoot of the mandalorians ant that there’s some Stuff he hasn’t been told, but I also think it’s crucial to remember that her pov is not unbiased either and she, in fact, already has an established tendency to selectively share information with him to manipulate him into fulfilling her goals. (which he realizes because he keeps saying ‘that is not my mission, my mission is the child’ and I could not love him more). hell, I’m not sure exactly how ‘the children of the watch’ were positioned within death watch, but she was fucking death watch too for the longest time! and she hardly left for particularly noble reasons, she just didn’t like maul! she already lost mandalore like twice, do we just have to trust that third time’s the charm or what! 

she lied to him about the scope of the mission to force him into a position to do what she wanted (fully knowing he’s responsible for a child!!) and she called that ‘the way’ just as easily as the thing about not letting his bravery be forgotten! big red warning lights, NO! I think the thing is that din is having to find his own ‘way’ of being mandalorian (/how does one be a person exactly help?? relatable content, and he’ll get there in the end I’m sure he’s so good), but her way is no less fucked up to me than the children of the watch from what we’ve seen so far. she’s good at killing imperials though which is of course a mark in her favour

(considering that the episode gives her the epithet ‘the heiress’... yeah that’s probably a hint that she’s loyal first and foremost to her entitlement, getting the position she considers hers by right of inheritance. guess we’ll see if the text agrees with her)  

- ‘mandalorians are stronger together’ yeah that’s probably why the cosmic balance makes sure they’re mostly engaged in being at each other’s throats lol 

- so I might be feeling kind of sketch about these guys but on the other hand... when that one lady saved the baby and then promptly took off her helmet to reveal she looks like t h i s ?

you better BELIEVE I was ready to fall down on one knee and propose right then and there holy shit

- ...wow if he didn’t have the jet pack din probably would have just sunk like a rock and drowned there huh 😨 that armour’s pretty heavy, turns out

- in happier news: din has become so good at reading what the child is expressing and responding/labeling the feeling for him! that’s so important to his development! ‘I know you’re hungry’ and both telling and showing him there’s a solution! still a bit of an issue that he thinks he can inform the baby of things like it’s a reasoned adult and have it understand, but we’re getting there we’re getting there lol

- that poor lady guiding them in for landing and sounding more and more worried fhkasjdlhfkjsdlahf (and he fucking TURNS OFF THE RADIO or whatever he’s using to talk to her through sdkfhaksdfhjs he takes a precious split second just to cut her off asfdjhaslkdfsdfhsda I love my salty dad) 

- when the fisherman asshole tells mando he knows where to find more of his people there’s the tinkling bell sound in the background music, I think it’s meant to convey almost childlike longing for belonging and connection, for finding someone who’ll know what to do? 

- when they took off their helmets and baby looked up at din like ‘???dad what the fuck? can you do that???’. (or like he just sensed his father taking a shitload of psychic damage all in one go)

- the way din didn’t start breathing again until they got the baby up from the water and he had him in his arms... the way he held him... sladfhasdklfhsjakdhfjsakldhfsakjldhfsjkadhfjaskdhfskajdhfjsdakhfslakhfskladhfsakljdhfjskadlhfkjsld

that whole scene was like a nightmare, so desperately unpleasant, in a way it mirrors the way the mandalorians have been hunted down and pummeled these last few generations, this must sort of be what it feels like to him subconsciously 

- din isn’t particularly inflexible as a person, after the initial kneejerk rejection he did listen to what they said and is carefully considering it (he did say ‘this is the way’ back at the end!)   

- the baby’s babbling when he wakes up and looks around in the beginning sounds half like ‘baba?’ and I almost had a heart attack

- loved how greasy and awful and dumb all the empire dudes were (and the comedy on board the ship too it was good for me) 

- the boob plates huh. shit they’ve shown with the armorer that they don’t have to do that in any way shape or form and they still brought the boob plates back :/ I guess it’s so they match up with the rebels/clone wars look, evoking that ~*era*~ and everything, but I don’t have to like it lol  

- I feel so validated in my theory that the razor crest is symbolic of din’s sense of self  (now with beautifully added commentary!) after this haha (and also so so scared now they might be ditching it for a new ship eventually). it’s in pieces, his world view is going to pieces and can’t be patched together the way it was before, from what he knows he’s about to deliver the baby to someone else who’ll understand/love/deserve him better (I do think that feeling is still in him) and he doesn’t even have the certainty of the code anymore to fill the void. oh buddy. 

the discomfort I felt when we got back into the cockpit -- into where it’s supposed to be familiar and safe! -- and saw all the ocean junk lying around, making it feel weird and changed and dirty (it probably smells like rotten seaweed in there now :( no likey)... I mean it was also very funny to see the pilot’s chair held together with a literal fishing net, but please favreau leave my dad’s car/ego alooooone 

- baby laughing his little bum off at din catching the small sea monster before it got him and then munching it......... the ‘there’s nothing in this world my dad can’t fix’ safe energy.......... I’m so scared we’re coming up on something din can’t fix 

- knitwear in star wars: I didn’t know I wanted it, but I am ELATED with having been given it

- moff gideon’s amazing evil voice... back in our ears, in our hearts, I gleefully hate him 

- at least din’s armour is clean again after that (awful) swim? one must appreciate some silver linings along the way I suppose

- din goes straight for the main pilot’s seat once they get the imperial out of it, so he must feel really secure that he’s probably the best man for the job; he is genuinely a good pilot! (and after this I am wondering even MORE who taught him. who raised you within the mandos din??)

- even while everything is new and scary and falling apart we can live safe in the knowledge that at least frog lady and frog husband had a good day and will have a good and happy frog life together with their frog children

couple goals tbh 

(I don’t necessarily know how it works for frog people but I uh. guess they got busy quickly huh hahaha good thing mando didn’t turn up again until later)

[amnachil]

To the Perfection Chapter 3 Part 2

We continue :) A long Thomas’s part again.

Thomas Monday April 22

The teenager woke up in a bed which wasn't his. Surprised, he stood up and looked around. He quickly recognised Joël's room. This one hadn't changed it much since their childhood. The walls were painted in flashy blue. Here and there, clothes and dvd lay around. He had an old tv and a computer for himself. Surprisingly, he hadn't any poster of female celebreties. The ginger went in the corridor. Nobody there. He checked the hour : 2 pm. No wonder he was starving. His thoughts went to Dan, who was probably alone at home. He went to the stairs but suddenly, he heard Joël ask behind him :

"Watcha doin' bro ?"

He turned towards his friend. He was wearing a sport tee-shirt and baggy pants. He held in one hand a bag from the local fastfood, in the other a plate of creamy spinach.

"This is lunch." he precised when he noticed Thomas was staring. "Thought you would be hungry."

"I am." admitted the other. "But I need to go. I can't let Dan on his own."

"Yeah, because staying with him went totally fine for both of you until now."

And a blank. Are you trying to hurt me now ? Is this my punishment for everything I have done ? Being taunted by the most idiotic of my friends alias Joël ?

"After what happened last night, I think we can say you're not emotionally AND mentally ready to be with him only the two of you." continued his friend. "So don't be a moron and come eat with me."

Go fuck yourself prick. Thomas said nothing. He only followed Joël to the dining room. He sat in front of him reluctantly and looked at the spinach.

"What ? You hate burgers right ? I know that duh."

The ginger shurgged and started to eat. He was frankly surprised but his priority was Dan. And Raphaël. I need to make sure my brother is okay.

"Sooo... What are we planning next ?"

"What do you mean dumbass ? There is no we. I have this under control."

"Yeah clearly. You forced Ilhan to have sex with you in order to appease your desire right ? You made Cody's life a true hell. Oh and you broke your brother's heart aswell as your crush's one. Not to mention you almost took advantage of the man's drunk state to have SEX with him. Yeah, definitely you got this man."

Again, a blank. Thomas closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"You're right." he said miserably. "I need help."

"Heck yes you need help." confirmed Joël. "But what's the plan ? Are you gonna continue your thing with Ilhan ? Talk to Dan ? To Raphaël ? What do YOU want from them exactly ?"

"I thought what I want was pretty clear and caused this mess in the first place ? Isn't what you said idiot ?"

His friend facepalmed.

"No. I said the way you DEALT with your desires led to this." he explained. "But the problem in the first place is that you don't even know what you want precisely. And apparently, you don't separate what you CAN have from what you CANNOT have."

"Are you a shrink or something ?"

"I'm fucking trying to help here ! Stop being so overdramatic and just give some thought to the damn question brat !"

It took more time than he expected. Originally, he thought it was very simple : he wanted Dan. He started by this.

"I want Dan to love me." he said. "I love him and I want it to be mutual. He's sweet, caring and always nice... A bit naive but I like this too. And man, when he ate ! Damn yes, I want him..."

He paused the time to realise he had destroyed all this things in Dan lately.

"But I can't force him." he whispered. "And I regret I have hurt my brother. I mean sure, if I'm gonna ever date Dan, he'll be sad, but I would prefer it to go smoothly... Oh fuck it's too late for this. What I've done ?"

"We already established what you did." pointed out Joël. "What is in the past can't be changed. Just go ahead."

Thomas nodded.

"So I want to apologise to Raphaël for calling him a monster. I'm not sure I'm ready to tell him the truth but I need to at least take responsability for my mistake. Oh and I thought about what you said. I realised I wanted so badly to be as perfect as him... I think I still want that. I look up to him more than I hate him I guess, but it drives me crazy sometimes."

His friend cleaned their plates in silent. He served two orange juice and sat back.

"You know my bro is way older than me so I can't relate exactly, but I think it's pretty normal to feel this kind of things towards them dude." he stated. "Your problem is how special Raphaël is. The man is not normal I tell you. Pretty sure he got abducted by aliens before ! So you can't compete eh."

At least, the bad joke made Thomas laugh.

"Joël you're very stupid."

"I know."

"I owe you a lot."

"I know that too."

It was late afternoon when Joël agreed to go visit Dan. They went together, since Thomas couldn't be trusted. Which, I admit, is true. His crush was obviously home. He appeared drunk again and out of his logical mind. He was mumbling about Raphaël. It saddened the ginger, but not because of his jealousy. I realise how much I hurt him now. It's my fault if he's suffering like that. They managed to put him to bed with a bit of struggle and then came back downstair. Joël turned on the TV while the teenager sent a text to Shirley.

< Thomas : Dan's asleep but not better. You can come over tomorow if you want. >

She quickly replied yes.

"Dude ! Raphaël's on tv." hailed him his friend.

He went in the living room to watch it. What he saw scared him to the bone. His brother had always looked frightening. Mostly cold. But there was something in his eyes which was even scarier. Even through the screen, he emitted so much sadness and distress. He looked empty, like a doll.

"Our team will be at L.A starting tomorow and until this weekend." he said.

His tone. Oh god his tone. It was emotionless, dead.

"L.A is not that far. You should tell Dan and help him go there." declared Joël.

"What ? No !"

He defied his friend's gaze for a while.

"I don't want them to go back together." he confessed finally. "I know it's selfish but... I have a chance now ! I won't have another if they make up."

"You don't know that." countered Joël. "And you have of chance of what ? Do you fell in love with the fat drunk dude I just put to bed or with the real Dan ? Because I'm pretty sure the real Dan won't come back without a proper talk with Raphaël beforehand."

Thomas grunted.

"Look, we don't know for sure if they'll be a couple again. Besides, it's not the point. You hurt Raphaël and Dan and they don't deserve it dude. Now you have the opportunity to try making things better or you can follow your selfish desire. Just think about what Dan wants."

"Okay." he finally conceded. "I'll tell him."

Cody Thursday April 25

This week was the weirdest he had ever lived. He went from discovery to discrovery. First of all, the story between Ilhan and Thomas was fake, as the first had revealed. But it didn't prevent the ginger to come again yesterday night and to sleep with his unwitting fuck buddy. Which led Cody to one of the biggest new of the day.

"He told me he was with Joël all this time." told Ilhan. "Do you think... he's cheating on me ? Arf, I shouldn't say it like that since we ain't a real thing."

Thomas... with Joël. That was something he wouldn't have even imagined one week ago. But now, he was seing things differently. So his crush was getting tired of having only one fuck buddy and went for another ? Well, it led Cody to the second biggest new of the day.

"Do you think he'll fatten him up too ?"

"Wait. What ?"

Ilhan swallowed the chocolate bar he was eating.

"You thought I became like this on my own ?" he asked while making his belly jiggle. "Man ! He's way too much into feeding !"

Now I'm lost. He looked to their friend. Thomas was chatting discreetly with Joël near to the classroom. He was so cute. What about me ? Do I fit his taste ? Cody glanced at Ilhan. They were about the same height, but there was a at least 30 kg (66 pounds) difference between them. He's fat and I'm underweight. Damn, how come I never linked his gaining with Thomas ? Now the real question : Was Cody ready to grow into someone similar to Ilhan ?

Dan Saturday April 27

They arrived in L.A in the evening. The college student gulped. He was in the same city than Raphaël. He get out of the car and looked at the colossal hotel facing them. He mentally repeated the things he wanted to say.

"Are you ready ?" asked Thomas.

He seemed to talk more to himself than to Dan.

"Yeah." replied this one anyway.

They had to do it. I need him in my life. I'm just a complete stupid. This week had been the worst. When he had done his coming out, when Shirley had insulted him back in highschool for being gay... All these bad memories were nothing in comparison. I've been so horrible with him. So unfair. Thomas talked to the reception and showed his ID. The lady gave them Raphaël's room number. They took the elevator in deep silent. It was like a dream. Dan was afraid. Afraid because he didn't know how to behave. Afraid because for the first time in in life, Raphaël wouldn't be happy to see them. But I have to talk to him. They were at his floor. In front of his door. His friend inhaled.

"There is no going back now." he said.

And he knocked. Dan's ex-boyfriend opened three seconds later. He was wearing white pants with a blue shirt. His hair were disheveled. But Dan noticed almost instantly his eyes. They were empty. They had no life in them.

"Hi big brother." whispered Thomas.

His voice was trembling. The college student stood straight, incapable of speaking. I need to say I'm sorry. Just say it. Raphaël slowly turned his head towards his little brother.

"Hi." he said.

The two visitors shivered. His voice sounded completely dead. There wasn't a word strong enough to tell how deprived of warmth it was. The eldest ginger then looked at Dan. This one felt tears on his cheek. He was shaking.

"Do you have something to say ?" asked Raphaël without any emotion.

"I... I... Oh my god."

He couldn't say it.

"He's sorry." intervened Thomas. "No, we're sorry. Darren told us the truth and we're very sorry. Please, believe me."

Thomas, don't you see it ? This thing we have created ?

"Okay." replied Raphaël. "Is there anything else I can do for you ?"

His answer caught Thomas out. Dan sobbed. His boyfriend was gone. Completely gone. He had destroyed the last part of his humanity.

"You don't look well." said this doll of Raphaël. "You should go to rest. Thomas, make sure your friend goes back home safe."

Friend. The word hurt, but not more than the meaningless tone of the person who used it. The ginger closed the door slowly. God what did I do ? Please, tell me there is a way to help him. To bring him back ! He felt Thomas drag him to the elevator. But Dan didn't noticed he was crying too.

To be continued

We’re not having fun moments in this story I know.

But Thomas has to deal with the consequences. Dan’s too. 

For Raphael’s state, it’s pretty simple: he decided to not feel anything anymore, to avoid further disillusion.

Thanks god Joel is here.

[miniminisb]

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okay bUCKLE UP FUCKERS IT’S TIME FOR THE DUMBEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE. I preface this by saying, I am a dumbass. I am a complete, irrevocable, plain dumbass. Do not do this at home. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars. Heed my warnings. also technically not a cult but basically a cult you’ll see just sit tight.

It was a nice sunny day in September 2017. The seasons were beginning to turn. I had just gotten out of my Intro to Logic class. I felt good. I thought to myself, “Man. Such a nice day. I think I’ll do my homework outside today. Enjoy the weather before it goes to shit.”

So there I was, barbecue sauce on my titties doing some, i dunno, categorical reasoning? Just, sitting beneath a tree, enjoying the day, when two girls walk up to me. They say they’re trying to start a club on campus, and they wonder if I have some time to talk real quick. I have some time before my next class. I’m pretty much done with this homework. I say sure.

Mistake number one.

They sit down and ask if I have ever read the Bible. My stomach immediately sinks. I don’t necessarily have things against organized religion, but… American Christians make me nervous. They really do. Growing up, you get a lot of people at your door and you get a lot of crazies telling you you’re gonna go to hell. They can pick pick the weak out of a crowd and target them for their schemes.

I am the weak.

So I chuckle nervously. I’m in danger! I say no, not really. Kinda. I grew up in a small town and would go to church with friends sometimes hahahahahahaha. They seem alright, kinda. They pull out their own Bible and start flipping through it for certain passages, giving the schpiel of “oh God loves you, Jesus died for our sins, yada yada” and I’m like, yeah, cool. Whatever.

Then it gets weird. They start talking about the end of the world, Armageddon, the apocalypse, whatever ya wanna call it. They say this time was prophecized in the Bible, snatching on weird passages to claim that North Korea is gonna drop nukes. They say that this will happen where the four corners of the earth meet, and are adamant to say that it’s referring to our area (I go to college at the Four Corners Region in the US of A).

They say how, because it’s gonna happen, it’s more important than ever to save your soul, get baptized, whatever. They ask if I have been baptized. And I say haha no, not yet, like I said I’m not really Christian, hahahah-

Mistake number two.

The girl in charge of the situation nods in a sort of understanding manner. They continue their schpiel, really starting to hit home that saving your soul and accepting the big J is important. They also said jesus was married to the city of jerusalem? For some reason??? Idk man if you’re christian can you explain this to me?

Same girl then goes, out of nowhere, “would you ever consider getting baptized?”

Listen guys. I know I put off big chaotic energy, give no fucks, can’t mess with me persona on here. But in the words of Kim Namjoon, who the hell am i? I am, without a doubt, a spineless bitch who doesn’t know how to stand up for herself when faced with the smallest amount of conflict and no outward reason to refuse people. Y’all, as I write this, I am shaking and my heart is pounding because yes, you can probably see where this is going. And yes, I am that dumb.

I chuckle nervously, fiddle with my hands, and go “haha maybe if my friend would want me to idk” just like, full on passive avoidance shrink-into-yourself of someone who desperately wants this shit to end but really can’t find an out.

And the girl looks me dead in the eyes. “Well, that’s good. But you would have to do it for yourself. Would you ever get baptized for yourself.”

“I mean, maybe? I guess? Hahah I dunno, yeah, maybe.”

MISTAKE NUMBER THREE.

The two bitches perk up. “We can do it now!” bitch what. I have like, maybe 20 minutes until class at this point. I’m shaking. I’m like, man, I just wanted to do my logic homework. And now, I get into fight or flight mode. I can’t miss class. I feel scared. These girls think north korea cares about fucking new mexico and arizona enough to nuke a place which, objectively, has little to no people living there. Like, what, you’re gonna bomb aliens? Whatever.

I really start to say. No. can’t do it. I have class. I really have class, it’s soon, can’t do it. No. And they keep pushing. “It’ll only take five minutes. It’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. Only five minutes.”

Now, what should I have done? I should have picked up my stuff and said “thank you, but no. I need to leave.” I should have said “you women are making me uncomfortable. I said no. Leave me alone. You are crazy.” I should have raised my middle finger to them which, conveniently, has a pentacle ring on it.

Instead, I caved and said fine.

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The other girl who has remained relatively quiet, jumps up. “Great! I’ll call our minister, he’ll pull up the van!”

The what.

I don’t say anything. I should have. Listen, I don’t know how I was supposed to get baptized in the middle of the day on a Wednesday but fuck, I did not expect to get taken off campus. We have a fucking non denominational chuch on campus. So, who would’ve thunk? Not me!

“The what?”

The girls jump up and seem super excited. I am shaking as I pick up my bag and follow them to the parking lot. Meanwhile I’m screaming silently to myself what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. You know, like a normal person. So at least I wasn’t completely insane.

“We’re just taking you to our church, don’t worry.” And for some reason, that does put me at ease a lil. Cuz, like, I may be a stinking heathen who’s gone to church so many times that she can count it on one hand, but I do have the belief that nice pretty churches are save havens. So, I do feel a little okay.

I still get into a fucking car tho so there’s that I guess.

The dude pulls up. He is… idk he looked like one of those creepy religious fucks from like a horror movie. Dead behind the eyes. We all pack into the car. I’m trying not to cry, honestly. I’m really trying to keep this light cuz it is pretty funny when you step back but keep in mind I was terrified and I don’t know how to say no.

It is only after we pull away that I have the dawning thought. I’m basically getting kidnapped. They could take me fucking anywhere and no one would know and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. Three against one.

As we’re leaving my fucking campus I check the clock. I have, like. Five minutes until my next class. I am a dumbass.

The girl shows me like… an apocalypse video??? for some reason??? Like wow thanks bitch but you already told me the world was gonna end but aight.

I’m hardcore like, astral projecting at this point. Full on dissociation. I do not exist on this plane anymore.

We pull into a fucking starbucks parking lot next to some town homes.

“We’re here!” Where’s the church? Where’s the steeple? Bitch I just see modern condos what the HELL is happening. We get out of the car and go up to one of these fucking apartments basically. Fucking Youth Pastor John unlocks the place and.

Guys.

The church was just a fucking townhome. I’m like. Just. Guys the area where the congregation met was a fucking living room with like maybe six chairs and a podium. On the bright side, lovely open floor plan.

They guide me upstairs.

To the bathroom.

They hand me like… a fucking robe and say I can undress and put that on. They give me a moment but even then i’m like FUCK that. Undressing in a strange house? That’s where I draw the line! Nope, no disrobing for me, thanks! I still put on the robe because apparently it’s like, ritually significant?

Got into my new swanky clothes and they come back in. They start filling up a shitty plastic bucket with water in the tub. At this point, i’m just like:

They tell me to kneel in the tub and raise my hands in prayer. I follow orders, trying to ignore the fact that I am in a strange place that is very much not a church, that I am currently wearing weird periwinkle robes, knowing that people are in class right now just. Learning about fucking Mesopetamia or some shit i forget what the class was about.

The Hannah Montana from Hell Squad prays over me as they pour cupfuls of bucket water over my head. My underclothes are now drenched. My hair is wet. My knees hurt because I’m kneeling in a fucking bathtub.

“Congrats! Your soul is saved!” I have to get to class!

They give me a moment to take off the fucking robes and I collect my things. I step out and i’m like “great I’m late for class, take me back!”

“Oh, but you still need to have passover.”

Passover is a Jewish Holiday practiced in mid to late spring. It’s September. Y’all are christian. But I literally cannot leave, so I follow them into the kitchen where they put a veil on me. The other two girls put on veils as well. I’ve fully surpassed crying and reached silent resignation to my fate as the guy prays over some fucking communion wafers and some grape juice. I take the lil bits of food, luckily too since i fucking missed lunch because of them but at least I have some grape juice to fill me up.

“Now, we know that this is not the correct time for passover, but we needed to do it to save your soul. Now, practice Passover every year from now on to make sure you show your dedication to God and make sure your soul is saved.”

They do take me back to campus. I am in soaking short shorts and a red flannel. It is, to say the least, very moist and uncomfortable as I start to stick to the faux leather seats of this mini van.

I’m like “cool great thanks for having me!” as they pull up to my building, and as I try to get out, the quieter girl (who, genuinely, seemed to be fond of me) asked if she could have my number.

HEY YOU KNOW HOW THIS STORY STARTED? WITH ME LACKING THE ABILITY TO SAY NO TO PEOPLE? YOU REMEMBER THAT? HUH!?

But this time, ohhoho, I have a plan. I’ll give her a fake number! That’ll teach her! So I punch in a few random numbers really hastily because I am still in this fucking van and I am twenty five minutes late for a fifty five minute class.

“Cool can we test it real quick to make sure we have the right number?”

And, like a dog with my tail between my legs, I very quietly go “yeah uhm i think i put in the wrong number hang one second” and fixed it to my actual number. Like a goddamn moron.

I sprint out of the van. Walk into my class soaking wet with my head down at my professor is in the middle of a lecture. I find my seat in the back of the classroom on the other side, so everyone has seen me. My friend leans up to me as I sit down, and asks me where I have been. I tell her that I got lost during a hike and fell into a creek.

Now, what is the moral of this story, children? If anyone asks you if you want to get baptized on a Wednesday in the middle of September, simply say

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Ice Melts When Heated - Chapter 2

Relationships: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - Skating, figure skating, Rivals, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies is a slight overstatement tho, Banter, Time Skips, Rating May Change

Ao3: x

“You’re tripping on your twizzles in the step sequence, it’s going to sacrifice a level or perhaps even two.” Tim didn’t know why he was bothering to offer advice, but standing there, fiddling with the cap of his water bottle he couldn’t resist trying to say something. “If you can keep a strong edge on the rotations, hoping out of them with a half split jump or just anything that is under a half turn will work with your music to cover the issue and save the level defending on the technical panel.”

It was advice that Dick had given him before, in truth he’d been less experienced and didn’t have fantastic control of his limbs after a growth spurt at thirteen. He’d wanted and appreciated the advice, he hoped Damian would at least take it on board even if he didn’t say anything. It was useless to hope that Damian would be anything less than rude, however. “I don’t need help from a fairy like you.”

Fairy. A nicer word than what could have been said but it still had the same effect. He didn’t even know how he had learnt so many dated slurs. “It’s just some advice, if Dick gave it to you, you’d listen.” He wanted to snap at the other but it was better to just rise above it, to avoid getting mad and starting unnecessary bullshit.

He was better off getting back to practice, to working on his axel combination. If he wanted the 3A4T by the beginning of next season he couldn’t wait until the season slowed down. He was the national champion now, that meant he had more to prove. That his season would continue on the up and up rather than giving naysayers the opportunity to say he was victorious because Jason wasn’t at nationals. “You are a threat! My competition! Father should have thrown you out the moment you got caught fornicating with that guy in the changing room.”

Where had he gotten that from? It wasn’t sex, it had been just a kiss, with a friend from his old school. It had barely been a kiss and it wouldn’t have grown into anything more because they’d just been joking around. Tim opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly, rise above… he needed to just focus on himself rather than letting Damian constantly get under his skin. For someone that was in a sport that had plenty of queer people, Damian certainly had an old fashioned attitude.

Leaning over the barrier he put his water bottle on the ground, not even sparing a glance at Damian. He had better things to do than have an argument over the fact that Damian was an asshole to him almost constantly. He really could make a list of all the horrible things that had come out of Damian’s mouth  about him but it would already fill up a notebook or three and he’d only been around for eighteen months.

He just needed to focus on his skating, interpersonal relationships weren’t as important, especially not during this part of the season. They might not be direct opponents but Damian was merely trying to get into his head. Dick would pull him into line if it got too out of hand, he’d promised him as much.

All Tim needed to do right now was skate and come off the ice not wanting to throw it all away. If Bruce wanted to meet with him for a talk he needed to go in there with his head screwed on right, if he didn’t then the moment Bruce gave him whatever bad news he had in store for him, well, he’d be less inclined to try and argue with Bruce.

Stepping onto the left forward outside edge didn’t quite feel right, it was too shallow but before he even had the chance to reconsider he’d gone through with the jump. At least he was able to open his body in time to only single it, not even attempting to tack the planned jump on at the end. He’d just have to do it again, and again, and again, if needs be.

Was it healthy? No. He knew that, but the jump didn’t have to be perfect but he had to make a genuine attempt at it.

Eight, it took eight jumping passes for him to hit the rotations. Not the end of the world considering he was working up to them. The last jump wasn’t stellar, it didn’t feel natural and the turn out of the jump would cost him marks for the grade of execution but that didn’t matter right now. It could definitely get there eventually, but it would require further work. He stood there, hands on hips, looking down at the pothole he’d put in the ice. It wasn’t so sloppy normally. “Your axel looks really good but the toe loop looks like you’re fighting for the rotations.” Tim glanced up, biting his lip and nodding slowly. It was definitely a fight for the rotations. Dick was all smiles, he was always that way, especially when he was in coach/choreographer mode, it was what made him so good with the children at the rink.

“It needs more speed and a better snap down, it could be worse I know.”

“I saw you and Damian talking, are you okay?” Already changing the topic, which meant he either didn’t actually want to talk about the jumps in the first place or he was moving through topics quickly because he didn’t have a lot of time. Sparing a glance at the clock up on the wall it was definitely the latter, Bruce had wanted him once he was off the ice and they were due for a resurface in less than five minutes.

They could at least skate around for a few minutes. “I’m not going to sugar coat it, I hate him.”

“I know, you’ve said that before.”

“Can’t he play nice for just a minute or two?”

“He’s fine with me but I think think he sees you as a threat.” That was quite clear, it was no secret that he thought he was a threat. Damian regularly said it. “Do you know what B wants with you?”

Tim sighed, playing with the zipper of his jacket. “I have an idea, I’m pretty sure it’s about Four Continents.” Dick stopped first, looking about as nervous as Tim felt. Did he know something more than him?

“Do you want me to be there, I’ll make Bruce feel bad if he lets you down again.” Well he knew something, perhaps not everything, but he must have had a good enough idea.

“It’s okay. Maybe he’ll apologise about Damian trashing me after nationals.” A pipe dream. Not once had Bruce apologised or pulled Damian into line, largely because he didn’t see the worst of it, well at least what was directly said to Tim. Still, Bruce was Damian’s father, he should have at least tried to discipline him in some way shape or form regarding their issues.

Dick didn’t look impressed, the both of them sighing as the gates were opened, the warning for them to get off the ice. “Doubt it. You know how Bruce is, if he thinks it will cause drama he’ll do it in private and unless he’s forcing Damian to apologise he’d have said it when he asked for the meeting.”

“You’re not wrong.” Tim was the first to move, picking up his guards from the barrier, following Dick around the rink to where the other’s guards were. God he could see Bruce looking down at them from one of the upstairs windows, his gaze commanding him to hurry it up. “I gotta go, if I make him wait it’s only going to make him less delicate.”

Dick waved him off, Tim putting his guards on before making his way to Bruce’s office, picking up his water bottle and bag along the way. He had off ice work to do but it didn’t have to be at the rink, he easily would be able to head home and then go to the gym from there, the facilities superior in some ways, not to mention no one knew him there, if people talked about him it wasn’t based upon knowing him or rumours they’d heard, it came from superficial views, because he looked too small to be doing weights, he’d definitely heard the word twink thrown around a time or two before but there was no obviously malicious tone.

Bruce had already moved back into his office by the time he got upstairs, knocking on the wall by the door frame. “Tim, take a seat.” Bruce sounded detached, in truth he always did but the pit in his stomach screamed that it was bad news, that he wasn’t going to like anything about this.

“Is this about what happened after nationals?” He should have asked Dick to come up here with him, at least then he’d have someone to tell Bruce he was wrong if something crazy came out of his coach’s mouth.

“No, that’s of no consequence.” That was rich, the quote had been discussed at length, it had added fuel to the flames that was Tim being undeserving of victory, Damian didn’t even compete for USFSA but it didn’t stop him from having opinions. “I’m going to get to the point, there’s no use in wasting time, you’ve got a lot to do before getting on the flight. I on the other hand will not be travelling with you.”

“Are you coming a day late?” Not the end of the world, mistakes were made and there had been a lot going on lately.

“No, I will not be travelling to Shanghai, period, this week.” That was a problem.

He in no way saw that one coming. “What?” Tim sat back in the chair, trying to shrink into the furniture.

“Damian, will be competing at the Bavarian Open and he needs his coach with him.” Bruce stated matter of factly.

“But… wait, what, you’re going to another competition?”

“I have more than one student Tim, you aren’t my only priority.”

He’d heard that phrase before, the last time Bruce sent him to a competition by himself, a competition he should have had at least a thirty-point spread on his opponents, he’d won by just a few points but it hadn’t been pretty. “Exactly, you have more than one student.” He was always going to choose Damian, Ra’s had told him as much when he’d tried to convince him to move.

“Tim, I wouldn’t be sending you there alone if I didn’t think you were able to win it without me.” Bullshit. There was no way Bruce thought he could win this without him.

“Alone?” He felt sick, but he needed answers, needed to at least have Bruce hear his opinions, whether he listened or not. “You can’t send me there without anyone.”

“You’ll have a federation representative as a caretaker, however, I don’t believe Dick has a visa for China at present if he can get one in time he can join you.” A caretaker wasn’t a coach, it was a stranger who had a knowledge of record and little else.

The idea that Dick could possibly get a visa on such short notice was absurd, they were well connected and USFSA had influence with embassies but it far too late. “I leave tomorrow night, he can’t get one that fast.” Nothing he said was going to matter. “B, I don’t think I can do this without a coach that I trust. Why can’t Dick go to Germany, he was in Europe just a few weeks ago for one of the junior girls?”

“Because Damian needs me.” Damian, it was an excuse, he didn’t need Bruce at every moment in his career, Bruce was just trying to make up for lost time.

“I need you.” He sounded so small, fighting back an obvious display of emotion, being emotional wouldn’t get through to him. Nothing would. He just had to say everything he possibly could. “Bruce, I’m drowning at the moment, listening to his constant sniping, everyone else saying I can’t win with Jason around and it’s true. I want to prove that I’m a winner, but I can’t go to a major competition without a coach.”

“If you don’t think you’re able to succeed  then you won’t be able to.” Tim lowered his eyes, his right knee bouncing, an all too obvious sign of anxiety.

“Do you care?”

“Of course, but things need to go a certain way.”

He doesn’t care.

“Certain way?”

“You’ve become far too reliant on me, you need to prove you can be successful without someone telling you exactly what to do at all times.” Too reliant… Had Alfred and Dick not recommended him to Bruce after Jason’s injury because he was obedient, because he listened to everything a coach asked of him regardless of his own thoughts?

Had that not been a positive attribute? “I… all anyone has ever told me is, that’s exactly what you liked about me, that it’s what you wanted.”

“You’re young-”

Condescension, of course. “No. It’s fine I get it, you think my time is up. It’ll be fine, I’ll do my job. Another silver in the cabinet but at least we’ll probably have a podium sweep.” He could barely focus on the movements of his body, standing, and grabbing his things. This conversation was over, Bruce had no faith in him and was preparing for the next Olympic cycle. Not on the one that had been passed up because with a wild card like Jason in the mix, they needed someone they knew to be reliable.

“Tim...” Bruce didn’t even sound like he was trying to get him to stay, just speaking because it was the thing you were supposed to do. How did people think he was the robot when Bruce didn’t possess an ounce of empathy?

“I’ll see you when I get back.” At least he didn’t choke on the words, it was the coldest he’d sounded since walking into the office. He was out of there, stopping at the exit when he realised he still had his skates on, he could dry the blades in the car but he needed the skates off his feet before he stepped outside. Tim took a knee, wasting no time at undoing the knots and ripping the first skate off his foot, switching knees before getting to work on the other one. The girl at the counter who was surely unbelievably bored wearing a sympathetic look. She might not have known why he was upset but she probably knew the struggle of wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Tim didn’t bother taking his shoes out or stuffing the skates into his bag, his car was parked not fifty feet from the door, he could carry the skates. It hadn’t rained or snowed this week despite it being late January which meant he wouldn’t have to worry about his socks being soaked through.

What was he going to do?

Travelling wasn’t easy and having no coach to guide him, to make assessments about the ice or just give a perspective that wasn’t his own was going to be a huge problem.

Everyone liked to joke he was a robot because he hid his emotions and rarely spoke up but he was still a person, who needed some sort of team behind him if he had any hope of winning.

Bruce clearly thought he had no chance of winning, which meant he’d have to prove him wrong.

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It hurt, every muscle in his body was in pain. Impact from hitting the boards not once but three times. All of his jumps were off, every single one of them and he’d fallen five times. That meant nine deductions. Why was the crowd even bothering to clap? Why throw gifts and flowers onto the ice when he hadn’t done the bare minimum to at least stay in it?

The USFSA rep handed over his guards, no words, nothing to encourage him, to make it feel better or worse. There was his jacket, God, his hands were shaking way too much to zip it up. Everyone’s eyes were on the video screen showing the replays. He couldn’t stomach glancing up, he could watch it later on. “These things happen.” Soft words from the rep that fell on deaf ears.

These things didn’t happen.

Not to him.

Not to any of Bruce Wayne’s students.

He couldn’t even stop the tears from spilling, holding a gloved hand over his mouth as he tried to at least suppress any kind of sobbing. This was going to look bad.

Timothy Drake – USA

TES: 61.53 PCS: 75.94 Deduction: -9.00

FS: 128.47

Twelfth

Combined Total: 230.22

Fifth

Fifth with five skaters to go.

Fifth and would likely be Tenth.

First to Tenth.

In one skate.

At the same competition.

Fuck.

He’d failed.

He was meant to win this.

He couldn’t breathe.

Why didn’t Bruce listen to him?

Why couldn’t Dick get through to him?

How was he supposed to stop crying?

Fuck.

The cameras weren’t on him anymore, but there were certainly hundreds of eyes. Likely waiting to see what he did next. A few tissues were handed to him, shaky breaths coming out but little going in. This was how he cried in his car after a particularly shitty practice, when nothing went right.

This was something he knew how to deal with alone. Not in an arena with thirteen thousand fans, some of whom probably wanted to see him fail to make way for their favourites.

He ran his hands through his hair as he lowered his head, shifting his feet to make sure the blade guards were on before rising. Making his way off the kiss and cry platform and away from the rink side. There was no way he was answering questions, he just had to move past the mixed zone as quickly as he could, waving off the one reporter that tried grabbing his attention. Everyone else seemed to get the message at least. Aside from national media outlets no one wanted to speak to a tenth placed skater. Even if they crashed and burned spectacularly.

He could just see the headline now; ‘Timothy Drake Chokes At 4 Continents Championship, Is It Time For Bruce Wayne To Focus On Younger and Better Talent?’ That question probably didn’t need to be posed, Bruce was definitely focused more on Damian, this would probably confirm he was getting cast out to make way for Damian’s senior debut. Most coaches could focus on more than one student at a time but apparently not Bruce, at least not in this case.

It wasn’t until he rounded the second corner that he found the locker room, keeping his head down as he avoided the gaze of those that had chosen to get changed rather than watch the last group, not stopping until he reached a toilet stall. Flipping the lid down and sitting on it, hands working on his left boot laces first, eyes squeezed shut at he tried to calm himself down. If someone could see him they probably would think he was losing the plot blindly taking off each skate because he was trying to dull at least one sense.

Trying to stop himself from cracking even further.

He only opened his eyes at the sound of something sliding across the tiled floor, his small suitcase being pushed under the door, Tim taking the right skate off before leaning further forward and pulling the suitcase towards him. “We’ll meet tonight to discuss today, another representative can speak on your behalf, we understand you’re not comfortable with the press.” He couldn’t say that USFSA had done anything bad by him at this competition, they’d done everything right in taking care of the situation but it wasn’t the same as having a coach or just anyone that was in his ordinary support network.

“Thank you. I’ll… I will send a message when I get t-to the hotel and am cleaned up.” That sounded far better than he felt. He honestly thought no words would come out at all.

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What are Bruce Wayne’s Priorities?

Timothy Drake Coachless in Shanghai Finishing Tenth Whilst Coaching Son Damian Wayne Who Can’t Claim Victory in Oberstdorf

Vicki Vale

When Drake took gold at the U.S. National Championships just two weeks ago many of us thought he was a shoe in to take Four Continents gold this week. However, a cloud of doubt started to hover over him when he showed up with no coaching team whatsoever. After the short program he sat rather comfortably in first, six points ahead of his fellow American and rival Jason Todd, who had missed Nationals this year due to a stomach virus.

However, upon arriving at the venue for the free program today it was obvious that there was something wrong. According to USFSA representatives there was no sign of injury or tightness the night before and they’d encountered no complaints from Drake. He’s allowed nerves to get in his way in the past but never quite to this extent.

This is a skater that Bruce Wayne has said several times in the past that he, “...can tell from [Drakes] beginning pose whether he will skate clean or stumble over mistakes...” this comes from an understanding between a coach and skater with a relationship that’s been built over an extended period of time. Today it was obvious to everyone in the six minute warm up that Drake was not mentally there, the few jumps he did in the warm up resulting in falls, poor landings or being doubled or singled, this coupled with a frosty exchange between Drake and Todd that no one appeared to catch what was said, made it apparent to many that Drake needed Wayne at this particular competition.

Despite earlier in the season missing Drake’s first competition for his son’s Junior Grand Prix event in Tallinn, the coaching relationship between Drake and B.Wayne was perceived to be business as usual, although what occurred behind the scenes is a mystery to many and underhanded comments seemingly to slight Drake from the younger Wayne to the press at different points in time now bring about the feeling that Wayne and his coaching team might not be producing the healthiest of environments for their students.

The question in particular is what was going through Bruce Wayne’s mind that prompted him to leave his star skater, who appeared to be on the cusp of a breakthrough season. For a junior, blood or not. That is struggling to show he is anything more than a particularly proficient jumper, who lacks the musicality or dance based technique that has been synonymous with Wayne’s previous skaters such as Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain, the final who is still being coached by Wayne part time.

Whilst it would be harsh to claim that the Bavarian Open at which D.Wayne competed at isn’t a competition worthy of Wayne’s time, the favouring of a junior merely trying to get additional senior competitions under his belt before Junior Worlds whilst his most senior men’s skater is being sent over to the final major competition prior to the World Championships is dumbfounding to say the least.

There is something to say in Drake being a more experienced skater and not everyone will agree that Wayne’s priorities are out of sorts, but it is of the understanding that there were options for D.Wayne to be accompanied to Oberstdorf whilst B.Wayne was the only member of his coaching team, with the proper accreditation that could attend Four Continents this week due to Grayson, choreographer and close friend of Drake, confirming that he’d attempted to fill the void left by Wayne but had visa struggles due to the exceptionally late timing of the decision for Wayne to travel to Germany.

This performance and the devastating reaction of Drake, which I for one won’t be able to shake any time soon, following his skate both in viewing the replays and receiving his scores, potentially could have been easily avoided if not for the errors in judgement and disorganization of Wayne.

[the-ghost-writers]

Monster BF headcanons

Cause why not? But really it’s because some peeps on discord ( @punkpoppunkpop @aurumdragonfly and a few others) wanted to know what kinda boyfriend their favorite monsters would be, and I was happy to oblige.

Orc 

You met him by walking past while he was training and you stopped to watch.

With an audience, he felt the need to really show off and go hard to show just how strong he is.

He sauntered up to you expecting you to be smitten. 

You were, but you caught him off guard with your praise from calling him cute.

 He got flustered, which made him stutter, which made him even more flustered. 

At least once a day you remind him of how much of a dork he was when yall first met. 

He hushes you by wrapping you up in a bear hug where he squeezes just tight enough to keep you from speaking. 

He really likes carrying you around.

Play with his beard and he'll melt. 

Loads more under the cut. (Shoot an ask if you want a headcanon of a species that isn’t listed)

Wyvern 

You originally met because he was hunting you but then he got so caught up in talking with you that he forgot he was hungry.

Regularly takes you on flying trips because he likes flying and likes spending time with you, so doing both is amazing to him.

Has no arms so he uses his neck to wrap around and "hug" you.

Tends to perch (like a bird) on anything and everything.

Gets overexcited and tackles you to the ground if you've been apart.

Immediately apologizes.

Loves to smother you with kisses at a rapid-fire pace.

Curls around and tucks you under his wing when it's time for bed.

Cuthulu 

You just wanted to swim in the ocean when you happen to cut yourself and managed to bleed in just the wrong or right spot to summon him. 

Horrifying cause he's over 20 stories tall and doesn't like shrinking down. 

Still shrinks down so he can be held by you when he's feeling touched starved.

Has trouble speaking any human language so he uses his hands for communication.

Sometimes forgets that you need air to breathe and his kisses leave you light headed.

Most people go mad if they look into his eyes, so do you but you fall mad in love.

Knows people are afraid of him, but he wants to be with you so he sneaks around to steal you away for a trip to the ocean floor (don't worry, he has a way to let you breathe.) 

His Earth home is a massive cave littered with glittering crystals. 

Kobold 

He’s absolutely teeny, not to mention tiny, but he acts like he's the biggest man around. 

Shout everything without realizing it. 

He's just really energetic. 

Feels the need to defend your "honor" from everything. 

Sometimes he'll try to fight someone for just looking at you. 

You have to stop him cause he really isn't a fighter. 

Despite his mishaps, he loves you more than anything. 

When you asked why he “protects” you so much, he said kobolds always protect their treasure. 

Seriously, he's like waist high. 

Really good at fixing things tho, not a single door in your house squeaks and he fixed you A/C in under an hour.

Robot 

Large and in charge. 

Literally, he's 8 feet and built with the purpose of being a security guard. 

After his day job is over, he goes and spends the rest of his time with you. 

Doesn't need sleep, just to recharge, so if he's plugged in then he can stay up with you all night. 

Or really until you fall asleep

To sleep in bed with you, you two installed a special charging station in your bedroom that use cords to charge him and allow him to lay in bed with you. 

The cords are on his back so he's always the big spoon.

A very, very big spoon. 

Constantly upgrading his body to be more comfortable for you. 

His latest upgrade was heating plates for when you're cuddling together. 

Sometimes speaks in robot which is apparently a thing they don’t like doing in front of humans and it’s a whole lotta beeps and whirrs before he remembers who he's talking to and tries again.

Minotaur 

The biggest grump you know. 

Although he's notably less grumpy with you than he is with others.

A scowl is always on his face but sometimes he forces it to keep up his image.

"What do you mean I need new clothes? My loincloth only has three tears in it." 

Excellent sense of direction. 

Really likes tight spaces.

Won't admit that he likes it when you're sitting on his shoulders. 

Run your fingers through his leg fur and it'll bristle. 

Hates the cold and will shamelessly use you as a personal heater. 

Mummy 

Actually woke up in a museum, you were the only one around at a time.

At an utter loss of why he's not in the afterlife.

He followed you home thinking it was a path to the beyond.

Was not happy when he learned it wasn't.

Not all too concerned because he thinks he'll get there eventually.

Calmed down but didn't leave your home because he had nowhere else to go.

Still thinks he's in Egypt and that only a few years have passed since his death. 

Won’t tell you who he was in life because he knows that it bugs you that you don’t know who he was.

Doesn't like seeing what's under his wraps but will show you if asked. 

After a while, he learns he has a bit of magic and can levitate things. 

Levitates you towards him and wraps you up (He doesn't get the joke) in his arms so he has something to hold. 

Doesn't actually realize he's falling for you until months later when you're already practically a couple. 

Thinks technology is magic even a year has passed since he woke up and you’ve explained what a smartphone is seven times now. 

Kaiju 

Walks around on four legs and is as big as a 15 story building. 

Regularly gets in fights with other kaiju, wins every other one.

Will come home (to your home, his is the ocean) victorious and start gloating about how amazing he is until you join in.

It’s because he adores your praise. 

If he lost, he'll be whimpering for you to take care of him (can't do much other than kiss it better but he has regeneration.) 

You're starting to wonder if he gets in so many fights so you'll give him attention. 

Speaks broken English and his voice is gravely. 

Lays on top of you if you try to leave when he doesn't want you to. 

Doesn't care that your work won't take "a giant kaiju sat on me" as an excuse for being late. 

Eastern Dragon 

"Respect your elders" any time you disagree with him in the slightest. 

Always floating around, hasn't touched the ground or been still in 50 years. 

Stubby arms.

He's sensitive about it. 

Twirls his mustache and cackles like a villain when he's being a little shit. 

"I'm the most humble person I know." 

Sometimes he'll take you up in the air and hold you in his coils to get you alone. 

Changes size a lot, sometimes he's the size of a train and sometimes he's the size of a shoelace. 

Gives dumb people sass but has yet to sass you. 

Werewolf 

Sometimes you wonder if he's a werewolf or a weregolden retriever. 

Always eating but never gains weight. (A nice combination of a good metabolism and a daily shape-shifting transformation that burns through thousands of calories.)

Snerks when someone starts talking about an “Alpha” werewolf.

Sheds like a bitch. (He DOES get the joke) 

His kisses are just lots of face licks.

Will start gnawing on your leg/arm if you ignore him too much. 

If you're not physically touching him to some extent he gets upset.

Super fluffy and surprisingly muscular.

Prefers his meats raw. 

Doesn't like fish. 

At all. 

An utter slut for head scritches.

Skeleton 

A total jokester.

Feels weird being naked. 

Will be naked for a prank tho. 

Skeletor is his idol.

Part-time job at the high school science lab. 

Knows every vine and meme there is.

2spooky4u 

Uses his bones to play songs. 

Don't call him sans. 

Don't ask him for a hand either, he'll toss his detached hand to you. 

"I've got a boner" 

"Rattles me bones!" 

Dressed up as Jack Skellington for Halloween. 

Deathclaw 

Originally tried to kill you but you were so pitiful cute that he stopped.

Once he deemed that you’re not a threat, he started ignoring you. 

Because your home is so close to his, his started seeing you as a part of his territory.

Eventually stopped being agitated by you and grew comfortable enough to not be on guard around you.

Rescued you from a bandit raid once but wouldn’t let you go home after, took you to his home.

It’s your new home, he’s your new roommate. 

Always wants you in his sight, he’ll follow you if you leave and corral you back to his cave if you wander too far off. 

Intelligent but doesn’t speak a lick of English, although has come to learn and react to a few key phrases “Hi, Love you, Fuck.”

That last one has led to a few problems when you shouted it in pain and he misinterpreted it. 

If he spends enough time outside in the day, he’ll glow in the dark in his cave. 

It used to make you sick but you grew used to it you might have radiation poisoning. 

He doesn’t care for his glowing body parts until he noticed your interest in him grows when he glows. 

Allows you to freely explore him. 

“Laughs” when you touch his teeth (he doesn’t understand why you’re fascinated by them but they’re so big that you just have to touch.) 

Wyvern 2.0 

So liked that he got an encore

When he’s excited, he wags his tail but that makes him lose balance, so sometimes he’ll fall over when he first sees you. 

The lack of arms means he uses his head to nudge everything, and his tongue when it’s something delicate to handle. 

Definitely a morning person. 

He always wakes up before the sun rises, but he won’t try to leave the bed/nest until you’re up as well.

While you sleep, and especially while he’s waiting for you to wake up, he combs his wing tips along your soft spots because he likes the face you make when you’re comfortable. 

Can not be faulted being too big, you’re just too small. 

Really likes emeralds for some reason, he’s not sure why. 

When you lie next to him, you can hear his heartbeat and how it beats faster from you being near.

Trent 

A self-appointed guardian of the forest. 

Said forest is in your backyard. 

Notices you taking care of plants and thinks of you as a friend. 

Shocked when he reveals himself and you get excited. 

He expected you to be scared, not bouncing with excitement. 

Indulges you in your request to know more about him and shows all he can do, from manipulating plants to lifting boulders. 

Turns smug when you’re in awe of his body but is humbled from how soft you are and how much he likes touching you. 

Compares you to that of a flower and himself as a tree.

After that day, he starts inviting you to tea using the herbs he grows and shows off his pretty flowers. 

Gives you a flower crown that’s enchanted to never wilt. 

Fascinated by the glass objects in your house. 

Feels guilty for tracking dirt into your house.

Gryphon 

You’ve actually known him since he was a child because you two grew up together. 

Separate homes tho, his family lived in a forest beside your family’s home.

You both know the ins and outs of each other what with you two being best friends.

Puberty treated him very well and he grew to be very strong. 

In time, the aftermath of your wrestling sessions (if you win it’s only because he LET you win) went from the two of you finding food to laying together and watching the sky. 

He can’t speak aside from squawking, so you have to carry the conversations along. 

You can typically ride on his back to get to places. 

He bumps his beak against your head in his way of giving kisses. 

Belly rubs slay him. 

Taurus Demon 

Very open about his sexuality. 

Also one of the bigger demons around so he doesn’t worry about much. 

Spends his time waiting for the chosen undead laying around with you. 

Likes it when you’re laying on top or against him cause it lets him play with you.

Happy rumbles when he sees you.

“Look at my boyfriend! He’s so fucking small!” 

Really wants to train you to fight.

Lays in a bed of fire with you on top of him, his body protecting you from the heat.

Really blushy if he ever forgets his loincloth. 

Doesn’t realize that shouting at people to not look will only draw their attention.

Capra demon 

Tall but feels short for a demon. 

Actually a really good dancer (he pretends he’s using his swords.) 

Dog person. 

Likes to get into “friendly” competitions with you.

He’ll try to let you win but he’s too competitive. 

Wants to explore the world with you.

Thinks magic is really cool. 

Fuck shields tho. 

Really likes being the little spoon. 

Mothman 

You two met underneath a flickering street lamp.

Neither of you actually noticed each other until he bumped into you. 

You screamed, he fluttered his wings. 

When you both calmed down, he gave you a curious look cause he expected you to run. 

He’s really tall and you have crane your neck to see his face, but all you see are two red eyes. 

He wanders off and something in the back of your head tells you to follow. 

He brings you to a small opening in a forest where fireflies float about. 

He plops down and you sit beside him. 

He opens up fast and wraps an arm/wing around you as you both watch the show the bugs put on for you. 

You do this every week without ever saying a word. 

Last time you two met, he planted a kiss on your forehead and you two fell asleep on the ground, laying together. 

He soft.

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Hey Anon! Yes, asks are open until the day I get more than 20… then yall are gonna have to give me a day to catch up! Sorry to hear about your recent hospital visit, if you (or anyone else in this blog) ever want to talk about something… well, I'm not the best psychiatrist or anything like that, but I have semi-funny ideas and can hopefully cheer you up :) Thanks for the ask, and I hope you feel better! Good luck out there, Anon!!! Scout Comfort Headcanons: First off, if it's something he can fight, he will fight it. Living on the streets of Boston, first lesson of life was to punch his problems away, so the second he sees someone he cares about is upset, it's time to square-up. Of course, if there's nothing physical he can fight, he's going to be a bit lost, and a bit worried. How can be help you? He's not a licensed doctor, or shrink, what can he do??? He'll awkwardly follow you around, trying to come up with some idea to make his friend feel better. Scout isn't good at pep-talks, but he tries, he really does. Maybe he'll crack a joke, and if he sees that helps, even just a bit, he'll latch into it. Humor makes you feel better? Then welcome to Scouts comedy club. The mercs had never seen so many pranks done in one week, but Scout will go all out just to make sure your laughing, smiling. He's a person of action, not really a person of words. So, if all that doesn't work, he'll probably do a quick one arm hug, saying, “Hey, you're gonna be fine. If life gives ya lemons, just… Ah, screw it. If life wants to kick the crap outta ya, ya get back up and punch them in the goddamn throat, ‘kay kid? I'll help you beat them up too, if ya want!... Give me a minute tho, I wanna see how Spy reacts to the sneezing powder I put on his mask >:3”

[andimackfaneditsss]

Get to Know the Friendom Tag

i was tagged by @the-suitelife-of-disneychannel and @thesubtextmachine :)  This is coming out a little late because I’ve been preoccupied with Carmilla Series updating everybody as they film the movie but since I am also a HUGE fan of Andi Mack I thought it deserved my attention again, too. Especially since there’s going to finally be a new episode tonight!!

Favorite Andi Mack character

I said it before and I’ll say it again, Buffy IS me when I was a kid and even now. (Actually what I said was that I relate to her, but still.) I am the type to get competitive over even the littlest of things if someone so much as jokingly mentions a challenge over - say, finishing a bottle of water in under 2 minutes. You might be kidding, but I can assure you I AM NOT. A challenge is always accepted. I feel like I sometimes make my life one of those 5Gum commercials. I’m that competitive over literally everything. I am just so extra. But Buffy isn’t my fave character because she has this flaw, I love her because she’s struggling to see how this can be a bad thing - how it’s even a flaw. I was the same way when I was a kid. I didn’t understand how being this way can alter your reality, making you feel like you’re the only one who knows how to play the game and people need you to win and if they think different then hope they learn their lesson when they lose. Not wishing for them to lose, but actually believing they will by not having you there to win for them. I’ve grown, I’ve learned, I keep it in check now. But I still remember the times I didn’t have it in check which made me grow into a different person eventually because I realized I was ruining every game by trying to be the best in it instead of just having fun w/ friends and family. The mentality of a person this competitive is you think you’re the star of the show, which I think is an awesome belief to give a secondary character because it makes them an actual person: our friends and family may be secondary to our story but they have a story, too, and in that one WE are secondary. It’s - like with everything else in Andi Mack so far - very real. I can’t wait to see Buffy recognize her flaw and not necessarily “overcome” it but learn to channel it to be a better team player, not a player better than the team.

Is that your all-time favorite? If not, then list that here:

I don’t think I can pick just one character like I can a ship (hollstein 4ever!!) but I’ll try to name a few all-time faves at the top of my head (and from the bottom of my heart):

Laura Hollis (Carmilla Series) REASON: because like Buffy Driscoll, Laura is flawed and driven and real. There are missing girls at her University and her new roommate who turns out to be a vampire and has been assigned the same room because the school doesn’t even bat an eyelash at Laura’s former roommate having just up-and-vanished, may actually have ties to what’s been going on but no actual knowledge of what’s really happening. She believes because she’s the only one who cares enough to not let the weirdness and everything absolute sketch slip under the radar, she’s the only one who can do anything about it. She cares way too much about everyone, so much so that she forgets to remember (really think about) who she can trust. But she would willingly give her life for every friend that has ever walked into/out of her life simply because she just loves people and cares so much about everybody. Even hardcore villains who she definitely needed to kill - she still feels bad about killing them, despite the fact they would smile at the sound of murder they organized. She’s flawed but freaking inspiring!

Buffy Driscoll (Andi Mack) REASON: read my answer to the first question of this tag.

Wilson Kirsch (Carmilla Series) REASON: he’s a freaking puppy who doesn’t deserve what he’s been through when all he’s ever wanted was a bro! He just needs a really good friend and I wish I could jump through my screen and wrap him in a hug.

Benny Weir (My Babysitter’s a Vampire) REASON: he may have caused a lot of trouble because the world allowed a HUGE nerd to have magical powers - so what did it think was going to come of that?! But - but - but, he was also the solution to fixing the trouble almost 90% of the time. He’s flawed, just like many characters I love, but he’s a dork who just wants to live out his dreams of being a wizard and - accidentally raises the evil dead pets of the entire neighborhood in the process of trying to win over a girl through his newfound abilities. And he’s there for his friends, and if that calls for enchanting a cologne to be a love potion for his best bud to finally win over his hot babysitter (sounds weird but I promise if you watch the show it’s not what you think) - then he’ll do it!

And now for some honorable mentions I’m compiling them because if I go on and on explaining why I love these characters then this post will be longer than I intend for it to be: Matska Belmonde (Carmilla Series), Melanippe Callis (Carmilla Series), Theo Straka (Carmilla Series), Cyrus Goodman (Andi Mack), Andi Mack (Andi Mack), Bex Mack (Andi Mack), Daphne Diaz (Stuck In The Middle), Georgie Diaz (Stuck In The Middle), Riku Harada (D.N.Angel), and to end this list Kaori Fujimiya (One Week Friends).

Favorite Andi Mack cast member?

Probably Joshua Rush atm, but then I’ve seen some pretty funny tweets from Lilan Bowden. So...maybe Lilan? How ‘bout I break the rules and - just kidding! I’ll pick one... Definitely Lilan. Sorry Josh!

All-time favorite cast member? If not, list them:

Elise Bauman! She seems so cool to work with, very fun and chill. Must be all the yoga.

Honorable mentions ofc: Natasha Negovanlis, Shannon Kook, Kaitlyn Alexander, Kira Kosarin, Matt O’ Connor, Chloe Grace Moretz, Atticus Mitchell, Lia Marie Johnson, Allison Scagliotti, and to end this list Jeremy Shada.

Original reaction to the show:

I was excited to see more Asian rep, for sure! But I seriously thought the BIG secret was that Bex “her older sister” would be moving back home and that that would stir up some fun adventures and trouble. I was utterly shocked - just, in literal tears when the reveal happened. It hooked me. I’d never seen that sort of story-line on a Disney Channel show. I was sure it’d be something different, pure and at the same time mature, and THAT interested me. Yes, the fact there’s no laugh track is the same reason I loved My Babysitter’s a Vampire, why I love Stuck In The Middle, but that was just the cherry on top of the wonderful eye-catching rainbow shimmering unicorn cake this show was going to be...and is!

Current reaction to the show:

It’s slowly developing the characters a bit more - which is always great - and teasing out more issues that can potentially be fully brought to light and commented on (hopefully) in the next season, because I really wish they talked more on the issues with Buffy. Her hair being “too big”: it could have been said that that was a little bit racist that comment right there? And how about how Buffy was concerned with who said she “wasn’t girly” and why she was so bent on helping Cyrus become “2.Bro”? Yes she’s my fave character from the show but I’m saying this also because I don’t want them to be bold enough to shout into the void, silencing the crowd, and then shrink into the dark shadows of the corner behind them not wanting to go on with their groundbreaking statement. These are real issues that can be deeper analyzed but I get that they are kids and kids often don’t think about a problem facing them philosophically but rather directly. So to them it was just, “What? How can that even be possible? Hair too big? Huh?” I just hope they go deeper next season, just a leetle bit deeper is all I’m asking. But it’s getting better and I still very much like it, and the Friendom. I also just have one more request: CAN ANDI PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP FINALLY CALL BEX HER MOM LIKE CAN THEY JUST HAVE A REALLY NICE BONDING MOMENT AND ANDI JUST SMILES TO HERSELF BEFORE SURPRISING BEX WITH A “NIGHT, MOM” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT PLEASE?!

Favorite Andi Mack plot line(s):

The kids’ lives away from school most definitely, but that isn’t just one plot line. Andi’s sister is actually her mom and her mom is actually her grandmother, Cyrus’s parents are divorced shrinks who both remarried shrinks, Buffy’s mom is overseas. Not gonna lie I will be a tad disappointed (okay a whole lot) if we don’t get to see a really touching moment where Buffy’s mom just shows up at their doorstep, finally home; if Cyrus’s gossip shrink of a mom doesn’t have consequences for gossiping to everyone about her clients’ private lives and has to look for a new job (could that even happen?); if Bex doesn’t become a total “mom” over the kids and just steps back one day and is like “oh wow I’m asking all of them how school was and cutting crust off of two sandwiches out of the three I made because Buffy likes the crust on - wait what?” And I don’t even know why I really want to see this happen but I really want to see this happen: Andi’s, Buffy’s, and Cyrus’s parents all coming together to hang out and eventually become friends. I just feel like Bowie will return and when he does, he and Bex should have friends their own age to go out on the weekends with. Maybe that’s just me tho...

Least Favorite Andi Mack character:

It’s waaaaaaaaay too easy to say Tiffany (Amber), and it’d also be a little lazy at this point. She’s so clearly meant to be the antagonist. It’s the only character they gave us to hate... Or is it? My least fave Andi Mack character is (I’m sorry to all the shippers out there who see him with Buffy or to anyone who just likes this character) Marty from the Party. Look, he was pretty sexist in the episode “She Said, She Said” where Buffy was happily surprised to find out she was the fastest in track and then he followed that up w/ “fastest girl” and said “by a minor biological reality” that men and women were not created equal and how the fastest woman would never beat the fastest man. I’m normally not one to jump up at these remarks and go “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH SEXISM!!!!1!!″ however the way they ended that subplot with us just seeing them take off in another random race Buffy initiated and then cutting away entirely before we get to see who wins that time? I didn’t get much closure. And I also feel that witty banter and slight sexist remarks aside, Marty just needs to be developed more. So he’s my least fave Andi Mack character rn atm. I don’t hate him I just like him the least.

All-time least favorite character? If not, list them here:

We’ll be here all day (maybe all year long) if I delve too deep into my all-time least fave characters. So, some more honorable - or, infamous? mentions: The Dean, Baron Vordenberg, and Theo Straka (i know he’s also one of my fave characters but that’s because he’s such a good villain it’s hard not to love that he exists, I mean he’s not even a vampire himself and yet he’s so evil) (Carmilla Series), President Snow, Gale Hawthorne, and President Coin (The Hunger Games), The Vampire Council (My Babysitter’s a Vampire), Mark Jefferson (Life Is Strange), and finally to end this list Victor Alvarez (Netflix’s Original Sitcom One Day at a Time).

Upcoming Andi Mack episodes I’m worried about:

A couple of things. Not so much the episodes because as a whole they’re always good, but I am worried about developments within each episode...ones yet-to-be-aired and ones yet-to-be-filmed.

1) Andi and Bex’s relationship as mother and daughter really not strengthening and instead they just go on as if they’re still sisters.

2) Andi never calling Bex “mom”...I think it should come first before she calls Bowie “dad” because there’s already a bond between her and Bex and so it should be a lot easier to do that first.

3) Cyrus coming out. Or Jonah. Either one even just questioning who they actually like. Because when Disney had aired that one episode of Good Luck Charlie with the two moms, people went nuts and so I’m kinda hoping they don’t ignore exploring this plot line when/if it happens because of the backlash they had from the moms who claimed they were “enforcing gay agenda on the children.” Liking who you like isn’t something that can be taught really but like religion can be fed in unhealthy, brainwashing amounts like if you were to preach over and over again to someone every day for years “You’re a Christian so confess your sins you sinner” or “You’re gay just admit it already” even if they don’t follow that religion (or any religion) or aren’t that sexuality for sure; however, all that Disney is trying to do is be inclusive and not preachy. Just btw, I know a six year old who was happy to say that he has a boyfriend. Kids are growing up and if your kids aren’t gay they’ll be exposed to other kids who either support it and talk freely about it or who actually are gay. Nbd.

4) Buffy not realizing her flaw (being overly competitive) and not getting it in check so that she can be a better team player and even make some new friends on her track team.

5) Jonah not breaking it off with Tiffany (Amber) for his and everyone else’s mental health. Their relationship is not a good one and she is so nasty to all of his friends, he’s such a ball of sunshine who doesn’t need to be with a girl who will insult and disparage his friends behind his back. Oh yeah and cHEAT ON HIM. WHICH SHE TOTALLY IS!!!

Welp, I guess that’s all there is for me to say. I hope you’ve all gotten to know me better and I don’t know who to tag so I’ll just leave it up to any of you that follow me to pick up this tag for yourself and tell the Friendom a little bit about you! :)

[lollytea]

The rest of the snack pack gets captured or something and it's up to Guy Dimond and Branch to save them. Avatar AU , oh the shenanigans. Entire time is just them bickering and teasing but an eventual bond takes place but obviously they still tease and bicker at each other at the end.

Branch is very bad at co-operating because they’re always at odds so that’s something they gotta work on. I feel like Branch is that one character that everyone’s gotta go on a life changing field trip with. Today it’s Guy’s turn.

They start off with Branch complaining as Guy just remarks as best he can. Eventually he realizes that he can win any argument with Branch just by teasing him about Poppy so he does just that.

Guy jokingly comments that if Branch doesn’t tell Poppy how he feels about her, he’ll tell her for him. Branch freezes at this comment and kinda shrinks after that. After a little bit, Guy realizes just how insecure Branch is about his feelings for Poppy and is like “Hey, it’s alright, buddy. I’m sure she likes you too.” Which leads to him giving Branch a pep talk, telling him just how worthy he is of Poppy and how he has plenty to offer her.

During their little heart to heart, Guy lets a little self-deprecating comment slip out and Branch is like “Wait, hold up, is the fucking AVATAR feeling unsure of himself?”

Guy shrugs. “I mean, I know I’m amazing but… being the avatar is… kinda a big job. Sometimes I dunno if I’m doing it right.”

“Okay, now you’re acting more stupid than usual. You’re gonna be one of the best avatars and you’re gonna go down in history whether you like it or not.”

This leads to more pep talking and the two find themselves on a more equal level. They work together to save everyone and they’re  bros now.

They still bicker like the fuckin babies they are tho.

[furgemancs]

AsylumTale Relapse: Chapter 2

(5060 words)

Okay, so I had a burst of creative juices pound into my head and I finally finished this! I also, because of how the chapter turns out, decided to make this a three chapter thing. I hope you like it!

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Okay, first of all, forgive me for reading it this late, there were some personal issues and had no time to get over the story.

Secondly: I must read the first part again, cause I not remember what happened earlier XP

And finally the big part. This story was AMAZING!!! Okay it had some tiny teeny grammar issues, but pffff I don’t mind, thanks to the way you built up the events. I really loved how you showed Asy’s agony and how much he hated the fact his condition got worse. (the ‘I wish I was dead’ segments were a bit harsh tho. He can be super depressed, but never wish for death) The way you portrayed his struggle, his fear and desperation was overall awesome. Seriously I felt sorry for him, my poor baby. I could point out every single scene and why they were great, but I don’t want to spoiler XP

So let me tell you, dear that you did an excelent job on this ‘short’ story and I’m eager to see the finale. Thank you so much for sharing me this marvelous idea!!! 

(you can read the story under the cut)

Asy lays in a bed, his eyes closed even though he wasn’t asleep.

He hears the door creek open but he lays as still as he could, trying to keep his breathing even. He had hoped he’d never wake up again after the last night.

“So, we’ve assigned him a live in aid that is required to stay for a minimum for twelve months. He’s been proscribed a new medication that should help make sure this doesn’t happen again. He’s also been given a three weak paid leave from his job. It seems that his employer knows about his situation and is sympathetic.”

The mystery voice talks quickly and quietly so Asy has to listen closely to really hear what they were saying.

“He’ll have to have a psyche checkup once he’s woken up but other than that he should be okay to leave.”

Asy doesn’t know who this person could be talking to. If they knew what was going on, who would they be telling this to that wouldn’t already know?

He hears footsteps fade away, indicating that they had left.

He finally opens his eyes but quickly realizes it was a big mistake.

The little bit of light that he had let in burned his eyes like fire. His head throbbed and he couldn’t help but dig his fingers into his skull slightly. Thankfully not too deep to leave any lasting marks.

He had closed his eyes once again, not wanting to prolong his suffering.

Asy shrinks down under the blankets he had piled on top of him but his arms get caught on the fabric. Since his head was mostly under the blankets he peaks his eyes open to look at his arms. They were covered in bandages, the edges of the tape that was holding them in place had stuck to the fabric, leaving some fuzz attached to the tape.

Asy closes his eyes.

Great, another reminder that he just wasn’t okay.

He doesn’t know how long he laid there, not wanting to be in this hell before the door creeks open again.

“Asy, are you awake?”

It was a woman’s voice.

He shakes his head under the blankets, obviously letting them know he was awake.

“Oh, okay then. If you’re not awake I guess I’ll just have to eat your breakfast.” The unknown woman says tauntingly.

Asy just now realizes that he was completely starving. He starts to crawl out of his little blanket cave but stops, remembering the time before.

He peaks out, cracking his eyes open slightly.

A brown eyed female, probably in her mid to late twenties is sitting on the one chair in the room, holding a try of food.

“And he lives!” She says, trying to lift his spirits.

Asy doesn’t look amused. 

He almost wished he was the opposite of what she had said.

“You up for some breakfast?” The woman says, trying to keep her tone of voice cheery. “Oh, I’m Martha by the way.”

Asy doesn’t respond, instead getting up out of the bed and sitting on the floor.

Martha looks at Asy curiously. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how much more comfortable is the floor compared to the bed?”

Asy flops back onto the floor, lying down.

‘I wish I wasn’t here.’

'I wish I was normal.’

'I wish I was dead.' He shivers at this thought, disgusted at himself for even thinking it.

'I hope I lay here until the lights blind everyone.’

“I’m not hungry.” Asy says simply, not voicing his thoughts.

The woman rolls her eyes. “Sure you’re not. Even though from what I heard you haven’t eaten for at least twelve hours.”

Asy covers his eyes with his bandaged arms. “ugh…” His hands twitch and he tries his best to hide it and act like a normal person. He stands up, silently taking the tray from the woman.

“Thank you.” He says quietly, poking at the food. He wasn’t sure how to act. This was a new situation for him and there was just enough going on in the room that he was on the edge of having another panic attack from all that had already happened and what might happen in the near future.

Martha smiles at him, watching him poke around his food, sitting on the floor once again. “So, are you going to eat it? Or is it just a little game now?”

Asy looks up quickly. “I’m ah- I…” Asy sets the tray off to the side on the bed and moves so that he could rest his chin in his  hands. “I’m not- I…” He tries to think of what to say but he couldn’t think of anything besides 'I’m not hungry.’.  Martha frowns. “I get it if you’re not up to eating right now.” She says, watching as his hands twitch.

Asy silently thanks the woman and pushes the tray to the side. “You’ll have to eat eventually but I’ll give you a pass until next meal time.” Asy nods and rubs his arms subconsciously. “How long am I going to have to stay here?” He asks, not meeting her eyes. Martha looks away, thinking for a second. “Oh, only like a week or something. It’s not too bad.”

Asy rubs a little harder, feeling a little bit of satisfaction in the pressure and slight pain. “Y-Yeah, not too bad.” He echos. They both fall silent for a good ten minutes before Martha brings something up. “How about we head over to the Rec room? I mean, it must be better than sitting on the floor in your room.”

“Better…” Asy focuses on the word. Is it better? It could just be worse. So many people. People he knew. People who knew he had gotten out. People who would judge him for being back in this place again. People who would give him the odd stares, stares of disapproval and disappointment.

“Uh…” Asy half groans out, realizing he really didn’t want to go there. “Sure.” He says. He doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s so he can show that he can function normally or that he can prove to himself he’s strong enough to do things like this. The woman stands up takes his hand, picking up the try with her free hand. “Let’s go then. I hear they got a few new bored games in there.”

Asy stands, feeling a little awkward holding this woman’s hand but secure at the same time. They walk out of the room and down a long hall, turning only a few times before they reach a large open area where patients walked freely, some with orderlies around them and some who had doctors keeping a very close eye on them.

Asy feels very out of place. He feels like he shouldn’t be here, though he knows he should be. He knows he’s messed up. At least that was different than the first time he was here. He stops just short of passing the line where tile met carpet, staring nervously into the room. He knew he was drawing more attention to himself by not continuing on but he just couldn’t get himself to cross that line.

He looks around some more, noticing some new patients. There was a small rabbit girl who looked as if she was trying to have a tea party with a couch, not letting anyone sit on it. There was a blue creature who was slamming his fists into the wall, causing some orderlies to try and restrain him. Then there was a white monster with a human like form. He wore a plain outfit, almost the same as everyone else in this place. The only difference was his upper half.

Instead of the normal shirt he wore a T-shirt that popped out much more than the tan pants that almost melded into the floor of the same color. He also wore a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He walked around with out swinging his arms, causing him to look as if he was floating. Asy watches as the monster walks up to an older patent. “How are you today brother?” He says in a calm tone. The older patent doesn’t respond and the white monster smiles. “That is very good to hear.”

He walks away in his floating like fashion, catching Asy out of the corner of his eyes. He turns and walks swiftly up to Asy and Martha. Asy’s eyes widen with each step the monster took. “How are you today brother?” At this Asy looses it. He backs up a few steps before sprinting away back down the hall. Martha reacts quickly, running after him with the call of the other monster echoing behind her. “That is very good to hear.”

~~~

Asy runs and runs, not knowing exactly where he was going though he knew the place like the back of his hand. He didn’t notice until he stopped at the entrance of the building that he had fat tears running down his cheek bones. He wants to just leave. He wants to leave so badly but he knew he had many more days to stay before he could do this. He wonders if he could get away with it. Just leaving and not caring what anyone else would think.

He takes a tentative step towards the door, reaching out a hand slightly. He knows it would be wrong.

He knows there would be consequences.

He knows he wouldn’t be out for long.

But maybe…

He was only a few inches away from pushing the door open when he hears the female voice that had called him out from his bed earlier that morning. “ASY STOP!” Asy jumps at the loud shout, not turning around for fear of what her angry face would look like. He lets his tears roll freely, emotions flowing all around in his skull, making him more and more confused and frustrated. “Asy- Oh, it’s alright, come here.” The woman turned Asy around and noticed the large tears flowing down his face.

She pulls him into a hug, allowing him to squeeze her tightly. “I-I was better…” He cries into her shoulder. “I just want to leave. I want to go home.” She rubs his back and nods. “I know, I know. And I’m sorry. If I could I’d let you go home right now, but I can’t.” Asy continues to cry, letting out a heart-wrenching sob every few minutes. All his emotions just pour out into the open, he was scared he’d never get better, angry that he was back in the asylum again, happy that he had some comfort, and upset.

Upset that he couldn’t hold himself together. Upset that he couldn’t just leave. Upset that he was upset in the first place. And upset that he could never see his brother again.

Asy pulls out of the woman’s hold and stumbles back into the doors. He doesn’t know why he does this. Maybe his thoughts were too clouded by his emotions. Maybe he just couldn’t handle any more of people feeling bad for him. He doesn’t know. All Asy knows is that he’s done with this place.

Still crying, Asy slams through the doors, causing alarms to go off all through the asylum, alerting all the staff. Martha is shocked for a minute before she realizes what was happening, surprisingly for the first time in the history of the hospital.

A patent escaped.

~~~

Asy doesn’t know where he’s running to, he just knows he’s not staying back there anymore. He hears alarms blare after him and the sound of foot falls chasing him just spurs him on to keep going. He runs past multiple monsters, accidentally knocking a few over. Some yell things at him that make him want cry harder. Some notice him and what he’s wearing. They notice he was a patent from the hospital. Some back off, not wanting anything to do with a 'crazy’ person. A couple men try to hold out their arms, trying to stop him.

They slow him down a little but not much. He struggles out of their grasp and sprints on, his energy quickly leaving him. He makes a sharp right turn in waterfall as the guards who were chasing him were still around the corner. They keep running straight while he hides out in a small cave room.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He says to himself, hitting his head with each word. “I shouldnt’ve done that. I’m so stupid!” He puts his head in his hands. “Why do I always mess things up!? I could’ve just stayed there the week and then left but I had to be stupid and run.” He slumps to the ground and pulls is knees up to his chest. “Now I’m never getting out. That was the one thing I wanted but now if they find me I’ll be locked up in a room the whole time. They don’t let runners be alone or go into the rec room.” Asy mumbles to himself.

“What am I doing?”

“Asy…”

He pulls his head out of his hands, looking up sharply. In front of him hovered Papyrus, His dead brother. DEAD.

Asy doesn’t scream, he doesn’t yelp in fear. He just glares at the hovering form. “Why did you have to come back!?” He shouts at him. “I was so close to being okay and you just had to come back and ruin it!” Asy picks up a rock and chucks it through the ghost like form. “I hate you!” He yells. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” He starts sobbing again, burying his face in his knees.

He feels a pair of arms wrap around him and he looks up to see his brother hugging him. The embrace was neither warm nor cold. Just… There. “Get off of me! I hate you!” He shouts again through the rejuvenated tears. Papyrus doesn’t talk. He doesn’t make any sound. He just stays there, hugging Asy, stroking his skull in a soothing motion. “Papyrus…” Asy says, finally allowing himself to feel the hug.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” He cries, scratching at the bandages on his arms. “I didn’t mean it. I wanted to see you again. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. It’s all my fault.” He says. He knows it’s a hallucination but he can’t help himself from talking to his brother one more time. “It’s always been my fault…” He says, trailing off.

Papyrus shakes his head. Asy looks at him sadly. “I- You’re not even real…” Asy slides down to the ground, lying down and turning over. “I’m making him up. My mind just keeps making me see him.” He continues scratching his bandages, breaking through them quickly and scratching at the already raw bone. “Over and over and over again.”

He hears more footsteps run past his little cave. “Where do I go? I can’t go home. That’ll be the first place they look.” He sits up and looks to his right, Papyrus still there. “Go away.” He says quietly. “I know you’re not real so just go.” He wipes the tears from his face, standing up on shaky legs. He takes a step and collapses from exhaustion, physical and emotional.

Asy squeezes his eyes shut and opens them back up again. Papyrus was no longer there. He lets out a sigh and pushes himself up to his hands and knees, crawling out of the cave. He was sure that all of the people looking for him would’ve left the area already. He crawls away, going to the place he knew best in waterfall.

He crawled for a solid ten minutes before reaching an area full of echo flowers. He finds a good spot and lies down, pulling a flower down to his lowered level. “I miss him.” He whispers. He takes another flower and whispers again. “But I hate him.” He lets the flower go and pulls down one more. “But I love him.” He lets the last flower go and listens to the flowers echo back his little poem. He watches the ceiling of the large cave, the glittering rocks serving as beautiful stars.

He feels the stinging in his arms and doesn’t even look at them before scratching once more. He didn’t care. There were very few things he cared about at the moment. He cared about not being caught, he cared about being alive, he cared about his brother…

He didn’t care about his arms, or the fact that he had stopped scratching a month after he left the hospital. He didn’t care that he felt like he was going to melt into the ground with despair. He didn’t care that the poem he had made was causing him to tear up once more. He didn’t care that his eyes were burning or that he was shaking so hard the flowers around him were shaking as well.

He didn’t care about a lot of things.

~~~

Asy walks through a snowy town, wearing a grey hoodie and dark blue sweat pants. He held a bag of all his belongings at the moment. Asy walks into a small shop, the door making a small dinging sound as he entered.

It had been two days since he escaped. He had ran as soon as he heard people shouting for him. He left waterfall and had been hiding out in various caves until he found this town, Snowdin. 

The shopkeeper smiles and waves at him as he enters. “Hello hun, is there anything I can get 'cha?” Asy looks over his left shoulder, looking to his brother for guidance. His mental state had steadily decreased since he left, each day Papyrus had become clearer and clearer. He already could whisper to Asy with ease. “How much do you have left?” Papyrus whispers, floating to Asy’s left. “Three 'G’.” He says back, the shopkeeper giving him an odd look.

“Sorry hun, we don’t sell anything here for three 'G’.” She says, crossing her arms. Asy nods, not looking at the rabbit woman. “Thank you.” He says simply. He raises his head slightly and a poster catches his eye. It was of him. A missing persons poster.

'MISSING. Asy, patent at the mental hospital. Is unstable and is a danger to himself and possibly others. If found, please contact us right away.’

Asy reads the poster and tries to not look as horrified as he was feeling.

'Warning: He may be hostile if  found out. Please stay calm around him and don’t let him leave. If you cannot get him to stay, follow him, don’t let him be alone.’

Asy looks wide eyed at the poster. There was a picture of him from three months ago when he had just left the hospital. “Oh God…” He says, backing up a bit before turning around to leave. “Wait, actually, I do have some experimental buns in the back.” She says, walking around the counter. “Uh, no thank you, I-I’ll just go.” He says, getting a little worked up. He couldn’t tell if she had noticed who he was or not so he tried to play it cool.

“No please, I insist. I really need a taste tester for these.” The bunny says. She takes hold of Asy’s arm and drags him into the back room area which turned out to be the woman’s house. “You just sit right down and I’ll pull out the buns.” She says, pointing to a wooden table. She pulls out the buns from the oven and places two on a plate, setting it in front of Asy. She stands with her hands on her hips, watching him for a moment as he stares at the food.

He looks up at the bunny, then down at the buns, picking one up and taking a bite. “It’s- uh good.” he says, trying to stand up. “I’ll just-” The bunny lady cuts him off, pushing him back into the chair. “No, you’re going to finish that, I don’t want that bun wasted.” Asy sighs and takes another bite. “I’m going to go and get something from my room real quick, and I want you to tell me everything about the bun.” The woman says.

Asy takes another bite and tries to explain the taste. “It’s well, uh…” The bunny holds up her hand. “No, Eat the whole thing then tell me.” She says. Asy sighs and continues to eat the bun. It wasn’t bad, actually it was probably the best thing Asy had ever tasted. He just didn’t have the words to describe it.

She trots off to her room, pulling out her phone and dialing the number on the poster. “Hello, I think I found your missing patent… Yes, Asy…. Yes, I’m at the shop in Snowdin, I have him trying a bun in my kitchen.” The conversation between the bunny and the person on the other end of the line goes on for only a few more seconds before she hangs up, grabbing a random item from her side table and rushing back into the kitchen to make sure he hadn’t left.

Just as she enters Asy stands up, the bun gone. “So, tell me. Was it good? Bad? how’s the after taste?” She asks, setting a small snow globe down on the counter. Asy shrugs. “It’s fine. Can I go?” He asks, rubbing his forearms together anxiously. The bunny lady smirks. “I gave you two didn’t I?” She says.

Asy sits back down and starts eating the bun. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat it. No, it was that he didn’t want to eat it here. He finishes off the bun as fast as he could before standing up to leave. “Thank you m'am, I need to go now.” He says, trying to keep his voice steady. “Uh… Alright, I’ll walk you out.” The woman says, taking his arm and walking as slow as she could without seeming weird.

“Take care now, y'hear?” She says as Asy walks out the door. She looks out her window. He nods and leaves the store, looking left and right for any sign of the hospital workers. He sighs when he doesn’t see any and walks away from the small store. He decides to walk towards the outside of town, away from waterfall. Unfortunately he only gets a few steps away before he’s tackled to the ground. “AH!” He shouts, trying to get up.

“Give it a rest punk, you’re not going anywhere.” a familiar, stern voice says. “U-Undyne? No! Get off! Let me go!” Asy shouts, struggling under her grip. “No way. You need to go back to the hospital you crazy dude.” Asy struggles more and more before he feels Undyne grab both of his overly long sleeves and tie them together behind him. “No. No no no no no!” He chants, the feeling of his hands literally being tied was too reminiscent of his time in a strait jacket.

“NO!” Asy screams, shooting bones up from the ground randomly until he hit Undyne in the shoulder, knocking her off of him. All the commotion grabs the attention of the townspeople, people staring and pointing at the 'crazy skeleton’. Asy stands up and with great force rips his hoodie, the sleeves falling from his arms. Oh God…

His arms were scratched so deep in many places, it looked as if he had sat, scratching for hours on end. Maybe he did. He sprints faster than it looked like he should be able to, gaining so much ground away from Undyne that there was no way she’d be able to catch him. “He’s heading back towards waterfall.” Undyne says into a walkie talkie, standing up and brushing some snow off of her before running after the speedy skeleton.

 Asy runs as fast as he can, faster than when he ran away the first time, faster than when he ran away from the rec room. “Asy, please.” It was papyrus. He laid a hand on Asy’s shoulder as he ran. “No, no, no, no…” Asy says in reply. “They just want to help you.” He says, trying to get him to stop. “No! They want to take you away from me again!” Asy turns, dashing back into the cave he first hid in when he ran away two days ago. He dives in, rolling across the ground a couple feet and scraping his arms against the rough stone.

“You know that’s not true. I’ll always be here for you, weather you can hear and see me or if I’m just a feeling.” Asy breathes hard. “I-I Papyrus, I can’t… You-” Papyrus stops him, pulling him into a hug. “No, You can. You can because you’re strong, you’re the strongest monster I know.” Asy sighs. “…Okay… I trust you brother. I trust you.” With that Papyrus fades and Asy stands up, walking out of the small cave and into the open.

He stands in the middle of the path, his head hung low, just now noticing the gashes in his arms. 'When did I do that?’ He thinks. He hears footfalls from both directions and he shivers a bit. He still didn’t want to go back but he knew when he ran away it wouldn’t last for long. The underground isn’t that big. Not enough places to hide.

“Asy!” He hears a woman’s voice call from behind him. “There you are punk!” He hears Undyne’s voice from in front of him. “Are you alright? Were you hurt? Oh dear, your arms. I thought you stopped doing that.” It was Toriel who places her large hands on his shoulders and bends down, looking at him like he was a child. “Careful Ms. Toriel, He attacked me earlier.” Undyne says, catching her breath.

Toriel rolls her eyes at Undyne. “Oh, please. Asy wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She says. Asy keeps his head hung low. “I’m sorry…” He says quietly. He really was sorry. He was sorry this whole thing had happened. “Oh dear, we’re so glad you’re okay. You shouldnt’ve ran away like that but people make mistakes. You just have to learn from them.”

There was no physical indication that Asy understood or heard what Toriel said. “What’s going to happen?” He asks numbly. Toriel looks very upset after Asy asks this question. She slides her hands down to Asy’s and looks him in the eyes. “You’re getting admitted back into the hospital. We don’t know for how long, I guess that part really depends on you.” Asy sighs, not allowing his angry tears to reach his eyes. Toriel rubs his back, turning him back around and urging him to walk back to the hospital.

Undyne trails behind, not taking her eyes of Asy. It wasn’t like she needed to. Asy was exhausted and he had made up his mind. He was going to go with them, he was going to trust his brother and try once again to get better.

~~~

Asy was lead to the showers by two orderlies who wouldn’t let their eyes leave him for a second. “You’ll have fifteen minutes to shower off, be sure to clean off those arms.” Asy nods and walks into the slightly privet area. He already knew how far their trust had been pushed back. They always changed the amount of time he had to shower.

First it was ten minutes with an orderly in the room with him. Then it was ten minutes without an orderly. That was a great day. Next he had fifteen minutes with orderlies checking in on him. then he had fifteen minutes alone. The last three stages went the same way, going up to twenty minutes, though he never used that much time to actually shower. He always wanted to just stand in the warm water. He loved the warmth it gave him in the normally cold hospital.

Asy starts undressing, putting on some light green swimming trunks to stay covered. He starts washing his arms, feeling the sting of the water falling into his cuts. He hisses in pain but realizes just how dirty his bones were. There was a clear line where the bone had been in the water and where it hadn’t yet been. He lets the water run down his skull and drip through his ribs. He was done cleaning in seven minutes but he doesn’t want to leave just yet, it felt so good… He slides to the ground, leaning his skull back against the tile wall that the shower head was coming out of.

He hears a door open and an orderly comes in, looking at him cautiously. “Are you doing okay?” They ask. Asy opens his eyes and nods, giving a small thumbs up and a fake smile. The orderly nods back and smiles, setting down a towel on a chair a few feet away before leaving. 'So I’m  back a little further than I thought…’ Asy thinks, standing up and shutting off the water. He picks up the white towel and dries off a bit before changing into the standard outfit for the patents. He really hated that outfit.

He leaves the showers and looks at the two orderlies. They motion for him to follow and Asy complies, not wanting to go against his brother. Speaking of his brother, where was he? Asy hadn’t seen him since he 'turned himself in.’ They take him to a room that was very familiar to Asy. Once again there was a reminder of how far back he had been pushed.

The room had one large, metal door that had a long window in the middle. There was a window to the right of the door that looked like it was a two way mirror, though Asy didn’t see why that was necessary. One orderly opens the door for him while the other guides him inside. There was a simple bed that was bolted to the floor, A white comfy chair in the bottom right corner and a little table next to the bed with a little plush dog sitting on it.

“bunny…” Asy mumbles. He picks up the plushy and sits on the edge of the bed. The two orderlies leave, closing and locking the door behind them. Asy frowns for a moment before stroking the small white dog’s head. “I missed you friend.”

[machinistsendeavor]

Equius: eq is gonna be in the livingroom, and he's going to very solemnly lead eridan back into his gym, tying his hair back along the way.

Eridan: eri will just be quiet but visibly nervous because fuck he's tall also preparing for his fate

Equius: he leads eri through his house, and the walk probably takes a good few minutes.

Eridan: time for eri to say his last prayers

Equius: yeah basically. he'll let eridan say everything he wants to say. it's all just words. as they get to his gym, which is Fully Surrounded by mangled robo parts from previous fights, he'll turn to eridan in fight stance.

Eridan: eri will be provoking as shit and just try to punch him with a visible fear in his eyes   

Equius: And then punch will be blocked. it'll be about as effective as punching a pillow. or. i dunno, something with less give than a pillow, and more give than a brick wall. enough to give him bruised knuckles.

Eridan: well eri isn't even trying to hurt him anymore he knows he's lost pretty much time to just punch him until he punches back he'll just keep telling him to punch him already like "are you scared huh??"

Equius: the first few punches are blocked. after a point, he dodges instead, then shoves eridan onto the floor. which is Probably what gives him a bloody nose. have fun face planting eri.

Eridan: eri needs a little but he slowly gets up again and he's like "is that all you can do?"

Equius: "Is that all You can do? Really try. If you want something out of this, you have to put actual work in."

Eridan: aaand eri will try to land a hard punch just ANYWHERE he isn't even aiming for anything seriously the only thing eri has is stamina that's all

Equius: equius lets it land. like, legitimately. it'll probably hurt them both a decent amount. eq's definitely gonna have bruised palms and shit after this.

Eridan: eri will then at least TRY to go for his face

Equius: .... yeah, eq can take a hit to the face. more out of surprise that eridan is going there than anything. and then i just picture him Shoving eridan away by the face, stronger than he intends to. the flat of his palm right against eridan's forehead/eye area. probably hard enough to give him a black eye, and definitely hard enough to daze him

Eridan: eri will be knocked out for a few minutes

Equius: ... when he comes to, eq's gonna be holding him and checking the back of his head.

Eridan: he'll wake up again and be like "more" just tearing up and starting to weakly sob "m-more" "i deserve more"

Equius: "... You don't." The words are soft, and eq continues checking if he's bleeding or anything horrific.

Eridan: back of his head is probably bleeding a little bruises on his arms like elbows etc eri will suddenly cling to equius and sob into his chest

Equius: ... this is fine. this is almost exactly what he thought would happen, besides knocking out eridan. gentle pats.

Eridan: and he'll sob for a while and then be like "be good to him, b-be a good kismesis, at least for me"

Equius: "I didn't intend anything otherwise. But i don't think you're giving eridan's affection for you enough credit."

Eridan: "i'm hurtin' him"

Equius: "Yes, you are. Because you Will Not Listen."

Eridan: "yes i'm listenin' i'm hurtin' him i've always hurt him and he can't deal with me and i'm not gonna make him put up with this anymore"

Equius: "You are a very exasperating troll. But he enjoys your company. He cares for you. And he Does deal with you. Even if you don't make it anything resembling easy." "... Pitchmates are supposed to challenge eachother. And honestly, you are a much better one than I am." providing idle back rubs all the while. cry it out, you enormous disaster.

Eridan: OH SHIT THAT LAST SENTENCE WILL MAKE HIM SUDDENLY STOP SOBBING ALL OF A SUDDEN WHEN HE REALISES IT "what" and he'll look up at him

Equius: "On that one, single front. You manage to be a better kismesis. Because you are a match for him." He Already regrets saying it.

Eridan: eri's mouth will be agape and he'll look all surprised, even terrified a little "...why"

Equius: "I am Clearly superior, physically. and we rarely have reason to fight, to make eachother improve."

Eridan: eri will suddenly look at the ground, looking like a little kid that's been told santa isn't real... he needs a while to let it all sink in and he'll just be quiet and stare at the same spot

Equius: "... I have no idea why you are sad, just this moment, rather than overjoyed that i said you're better than me."

Eridan: eri will quietly look up at him for a second, then back at the ground and give a small shrug

Equius: ... He liked it better when Eridan was punching him or crying. He's probably got a noticible bruise blooming on his face by now.

Eridan: and he'll finally talk again "i don't-..." and he'll search for words "i don't wanna be superior... deep down i don't"

Equius: "... What a coincidence, neither do i."

Eridan: eri will look up at him "i just want him to be happy. and he looks happier with you"

Equius: "He barely Looked at me, at the party. I came mostly for him, and I didn't see him until ten minutes before I left." "He was with his moirail the whole time. Wondering how he could help you." "Because he wants to. Because he cares."

Eridan: aaaand he'll look away again and need a while to think so he can let it sink in... "but i ruined the party for him"

Equius: "I am fairly sure that is because you were convinced you were going to ruin the party for him." "He didn't invite me. He didn't even mention it to me." He tries very hard to keep any bitterness out of his tone.

Eridan: eri will shrink a little and look scared "he just-... he was so dismissive with me but so happy about everybody else... and usually it's just-... it's me tryin' way too hard to get his attention while it feels like he doesn't and the rest of you who doesn't try gets the exact same attention even though i put so much effort into it... and what would happen if i don't put effort into it? he'd completely forget about me"

Equius: "... I know how you feel." "It may not seem it, but I do. I have to try to get his attention, and I'm always... I'm always afraid that he simply will not see me." "That I will be invisible." "... Unfortunately, that is a problem of his. He has a tendency to focus on so many people, it rarely seems like he can devote a significant amount of time to any of them."

Eridan: eri will look at him again, his expression all soft now, even looking understanding. "i mean how are you even supposed to do that with so many mates..."

Equius: "It is infuriating, honestly."

Eridan: "sometimes, yeah. he's generally bad at keepin' things fair i guess" "already havin' so many mates and then even givin' strangers more attention"

Equius: He makes a face. "Yes."

Eridan: "i don't like how he sleeps around"

Equius: "Me neither."

Eridan: "makes me feel insignificant"

Equius: "Indeed." "Every time I hear he got another mate, even if it is just... any quadrant, i get this... particularly dull rush of anger." "'here we go again', if that makes sense."

Eridan: "i just get stressed like oh boy now i have to work even harder"

Equius: "... unfortunately, I am not that sort of troll."

Eridan: "what do you mean" 

Equius: "I can't... Make others pay attention to me."

Eridan: "oh?" "eridan pays plenty attention to you"

Equius: "Eridan barely talks to me." "He rarely initiates conversation."

Eridan: "i mean same it's always me who does it"

Equius: "He doesn't actually Talk, even when he does spend time with me." "I had to... I have to badger him to get him to actually tell me anything important."

Eridan: eri will shrink some more bc he feels guilty since he doesn't have that problem with eridan... eridan shares his thoughts and problems with him more easily........ "yeah same... though i usually don't even try" eri is a compulsive liar

Equius: "... There is no need to lie." he can see through it. He Knows eridans.

Eridan: "what?"

Equius: "Eridan has told me he has important conversations with you."

Eridan: eri will suddenly look VERY scared "uh"

Equius: "the thing we talk about most often is you."

Eridan: "what is there even to talk about when it comes to me"

Equius: "Mostly involving me asking why he puts up with you, and then him telling me how much he cares about you." "Or him telling me not to bother you." "Or him telling me to stop acting like you to get attention."

Eridan: his fins will flick at the last thing "actin' like me?"

Equius: "Your methods for getting attention are very effective. If incredibly annoying and inappropriate." "...Which, i assume, is rather the point."

Eridan: "and you actually try that?"

Equius: "Yes."

Eridan: "huh" eri will look confused

Equius: "It doesn't suit me, and he mostly tells me to stop before going back to paying attention to whoever it was I was talking to" "Often, you."

Eridan: dude eri will start to feel so guilty... "...did i ruin your relationship?"

Equius: "... No. You were simply there when I wasn't." "And you continue to be there when I am not. And I am grateful to you, for that." "... It is just really annoying, when you're there and I am too."

Eridan: "i mean... now i'm gone and you can take over"

Equius: "Unlikely."

Eridan: "why?"

Equius: "I have a tendency to get manic or depressed and not be online for nights, or weeks, at a time. There will always be a gap. And you fill it incredibly well."

Eridan: "i mean he has other mates doesn't he"

Equius: "... Yes." Shrug. "He still needs a pitchmate."

Eridan: eri will let out an exhausted sigh "i need... some time to think about all of this"

Equius: "Please do not fight anyone else in the interim, I promise I will be glad to hit you if you really really want it."

Eridan: eri will think a little more and then smirk weakly "that's kinky, but it's better if you save that for eridan"

Equius: ... He blushes. just really obviously.

Eridan: eri will start laughing at him

Equius: his blush gets worse, and he pulls out a towel. Just hands it to eri. "This is for your nose."

Eridan: eri takes the towel, then he'll try to wipe the blood from his lips (tho it'll soon be replaced with new) and slowly get up again, although a little shaky

Equius: "Be careful. Let me check if you have a concussion." time for eq to do what he does best, if eri lets him. Fuss.

Eridan: gay eri will snort at him all sarcastically "i don't need your fuckin' help. you did enough"

Equius: "There's a reason I wanted you to come to my hive. If you were going to get beat up, I at least wanted it to be with someone who was likely to do something other than beat you to a pulp and then let you bleed."

Eridan: "god, you're not my mum"

Equius: "If you stick around long enough for me to check you over, I will give you anything you want."

Eridan: "what would i want from someone like you"

Equius: "I can make you jewelry,  baked goods, a robot or few, or order expensive designer clothing. or a car. or..." ... Shrug. "I have a lot of money, a lot of expertise, and a lot of free time."

Eridan: eri looks all confused "why... why do you wanna do this so bad"

Equius: "Because I don't like hurting people."

Eridan: eri will snort "you're a loser."

Equius: "I will accept that title."

Eridan: eri will smirk at him "i'll be fine. cas probably knows what to do. all i wanna do is just take a shower and have some time to think"

Equius: "... Just let me check you for a concussion. It will only take a minute or two, and it will reassure me."

Eridan: "oh my fuckin' god. fine."

Equius: Success. Nine foot troll decides to rise to kneeling. ... And then quickly decides he'd rather stand than kneel pretty much ever.

Eridan: eri will just watch him with a snort "you like bein' beneath me hm?"

Equius: .. a moment of rubbing his knee. you know. the one. "No." And then out comes the flash light. he does Checking For Concussion things, mostly silently besides requests to look this way or that. and... the result is whatever you want it to be. or i can roll a dice.

Eridan: i think nothing bad happened maybe very lightly

Equius: then he'll just walk him there. and tell him to hold on for a moment, and if eri does then he'll grab brownies for him.

Eridan: eri will be like an upset child "i don't fuckin' like sweets"

Equius: ... consider. "What do you like?" "And what does your mate like?"

Eridan: eri will raise an eyebrow "for me to leave this hive as soon as possible"

Equius: ... Equius purses his lips. Eridan can leave, he's not stopping him. He does however go into the kitchen and start pulling out various snacks. Just. setting them, visibly, on the table.

Eridan: "oh my god..." eri will take a minute to look at them tho bc it's free food after all

Equius: there is Probably at least one thing to eridan's tastes. "Get something for your mate as well, on the off chance he wants to kill me."

Eridan: yesss and eri will take that and sth that has chocolate bc case loves that "yeah he'll probably threaten you i won't say it was you though"

Equius: ... Shrug. "I probably will, if he seems particularly upset." "Have a good night, Eridan."

Eridan: eri will nod and pause... his expression will soften "thank you"

Equius: "... You're welcome." Curse these unfortunate feelings of Pale.

Eridan: aaand eri will leave