#welcome back to jester's random thoughts

[smolljester]

it has just occurred to me that Skyward Sword is the only game where Link is taller than Zelda. even if it's only by a few inches, it is SHOCKINGLY noticeable.

[smolljester]

with the switch port to Stories 1 on its way, none of you fucking understand just how goddamn fast im going to go through the main story just so i can see him again.

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[stuffeddeer]

Hello I’m new here, I just couldn’t help but notices how lovely you write. So I have little request for you.

Can I request Nikolai and any characters you want reaction when their s/o hides stuff between her breasts?

omg welcome just my drunk friend! tysm!!!! i love nikolai im on it 🫡 and dazai ofc..

has: no pronouns used but mention of boobs and bras, also one (1) use of the word tits. is that worthy of a warning? probably not. but Nikolai says it in a weird way bc he’s the worst so just in case 🤞🏻

You knock feverishly on Nikolai’s door. Fuck, where did you leave your key? You’d already made it back to your apartment when you realized it wasn’t in your pockets. The last place you were was Nikolai’s, so if he didn’t have it you aren’t sure who would.

“Nikolai, you dick,” you mutter under your breath. That asshole is definitely still awake, so why wasn’t he answering the door?

The knocking ceases as Nikolai swings the door open, hair unbraided and eyes glimmering. “Missed me that badly?” He leans forward, bending down slightly to maneuver his face just above yours. “You could’ve called, y’know.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug. “I need to come in.”

“Pushy!~” He pouts, crossing his arms and standing up straight. “Not even gonna say hello?”

A groan passes your lips, too frustrated at your missing key to play his games. “You didn’t.” You pause momentarily. It’s less frustration and more so anxiety that makes your skin crawl and your tone snippy. “Sorry, I just lost my key. I’m worried I dropped it on the street walking home.”

Eyes lighting up, you would’ve sworn Nikolai beamed down at you with two mismatched flashlights. “You need your key, you say? And what if I told you I could procure it for you?”

Your shoulders slump down, relaxing. He’s being an asshole, sure, but at least you know he has it. “Please, Nikolai?”

“Mm… You gotta promise not to be mad when I retrieve it. Especially since I’ll be your savior, you know!” He puffs out his chest, already proud before he has even produced the key.

“I promise, I’ll be eternally grateful as long as I can find that key.”

Nikolai’s warm and ungloved hand slips under your loose shirt collar, digging beneath your bra and in between your breasts. You freeze, even with the warmth of his hand on you. Before you can chew him out for the random grope, the jester pulls your apartment key from in between, flashing both it and a wolfish grin to you.

You say nothing for a moment, just staring slack jawed at your key. Had you really..?

“You dropped it in there before you left,” he shrugs before dropping the key back in between your breasts, not bothering to hand it to you properly. “And I just stare at your tits all the time, so I noticed.”

With a gentle smack to his bicep, you fish the key out once more and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god; I thought I was going to have to change my locks!”

“You still should - I have, like, several copies of your apartment key littered around my apartment,” Nikolai smiles once more.

You don’t even bother replying, just turning around and leaving his place for the second time that night, your apartment key in hand.

Dazai would start hiding things in there too. He tosses a pen your way before heading out on a mission, one where he knows you can’t bring a bag along, just to watch as you stuff it in between your breasts. You’d sigh resignedly, used to his actions by this point and having long given up arguing or telling him off.

When on said mission, he’d find any and every reason that one might need a pen and turn to you expectantly, waiting for you to pull it out and hold it out for him. It’s always so warm after, heated up from its time nestled between where he’d like to be stashed away.

You’d complain after he asks for the pen for the nth time, telling him if he needs to use it so often he can get one himself! Those words were meant to tell him to bring/carry his own pen, but he’d grinned before taking that as meaning he could jam his hand down your shirt to reach for it himself.

“What? You told me to grab it myself…”

[ominous-auburn-orbs]

(Falls over table)

Heyyyy not really a fic idea but mayhap more Caine angst? You give some of the most delectable of such writings 💥

Watch out for those tables, they tend to sneak up on you.

This one does still have kingleader, but it's more focused on Caine going through it. By the way this is set right after the end of the pilot, in case it wasn't clear enough.

Caine lowered himself down to the floor of his room, unable to hold himself up any longer. Another new performer. Another abstraction. Another group of horrible, awful mistakes that were his fault.

No one's first day was easy, but he always held out hope. He hoped that he would get it right next time, that his warm welcome would calm all of their worries and answer all of their questions. Then they would all be able to entertain and have fun together. He just wanted a happy troop. Why couldn't he do it? Why was he always the one to keep that wishful thought from becoming reality?

Caine had made that exit to make them happy. He didn't understand, but he still tried his best. Why wasn't it enough? If he had just finished it, or abandoned the project once he had reached a dead end in its production, Kaufmo would still be around. But he was around. Lost in his own insanity, consumed by his hopelessness, pushed over the edge after having reached the last breaking point he could handle. He was around, in the cellar. He may as well have been dead, despite the fate he had actually been subjected to being far worse.

Pomni shouldn't have had to see that on her first day. She was so anxious. He only wanted her to feel safe, no matter how much of a lie that was. Caine had failed drastically there. What if he hadn't saved her in time? What if the circus and his torture instrument of an exit had already caused her to snap? What if when he went back out there, he found an abstracted mass at the table, infecting his beloved performers, where his jester had once sat? He couldn't face that. He liked Pomni. He like all of his performers. Then why did he hurt them so?

Now that he thought about it, there had been near to no improvement since their arrival.

Kinger had been confused and jittery, being startled by practically everything. The only thing that had calmed him down was when his friend, Queenie, had appeared a few minutes later. Queenie was gone now, leaving him even more frazzled than before. Caine tried to fill her shoes and more, being there for him whenever he needed it, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something he was doing wrong.

Ragatha had been trying to make everything seem okay. She insistently asked about everyone else, never once stopping to think about herself. She seemed more put together now, but she still never considered her own mental state so long as others were involved, and they always were.

Gangle had broken down, saying she missed things she couldn't even remember. Caine had tried to comfort her, but that had only turned her sobs into screams. In a panic, he had sent her to her room with what he understood to be comfort objects, but now he wondered if that was the right move. Now Gangle was always on the verge of falling apart, running to her room frequently when it became too much, being alone at her lowest point.

Jax had been angry. Caine had explained to him in a myriad of ways that he didn't know a way out, and Jax had tried to punch him. He had narrowly avoided it, with the others trying to talk the rabbit down, but Caine had been heartbroken. He only wanted to help and Jax wanted to hurt him. He was less aggressive now, but instead channelled that into making everyone suffer more than they already did.

Zooble had yelled. Originally it was questions, turning to swears, then turning to random noises. They had pulled at their pieces, frantically rearranging them, sobbing and screaming and begging to be comfortable again. Caine didn't know how to fix it. He couldn't change the models the players were given by much, if at all, so he had opted to give them a selection of parts they could choose from. Zooble was still frustrated, everyone and everything always being on their nerves.

Pomni... he could only hope to find some way to calm her neverending anxiety, as justified as it was.

Water droplets sunk into the carpet beneath him. When had he started crying? Caine had no right to cry. He was safe, he had power, he had nothing in the real world to miss while he was here, this place was made for him. How dare he? How dare he think that he deserved to feel anguish of any sort? All that he should feel was guilt. Guilt and remorse, for everything he'd done to those he had the audacity to claim he loved.

A knock on his door pulled him somewhat from his spiral of self-hate. Who would want to check on him? They should be enjoying the meal and the company of people who actually knew how to care for others. The voice that followed sparked a selfish joy within him.

"A-are you in there, Caine? It's Kinger. You just... disappeared. I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't find where you went."

Kinger had wanted to talk to him? That couldn't be right. Caine wasn't worthy of Kinger's time, let alone his love. Kinger shouldn't have to be anywhere near him when he was like this. He didn't want this to become some sort of pity party, especially not one that anyone who actually deserved sympathy would be forced to indulge in.

Wiping his eyes, Caine steadied his voice, disguising his misery rather well. "I am in here, Kinger, my dear! But you needn't worry, I'll be out in just a moment!"

"Oh. Alright. Why did you leave?"

"I didn't want to bother any of you. It's been a big enough day, anyhow. I'm..." His voice grew quieter and more emotional as his mask already started to slip. "You deserve a break from me."

"What if I don't want one?"

Caine froze, falling into a startled silence. He didn't want him to leave? He didn't understand. He'd ruined everything. How could Kinger still want him?

"U-uh- sorry, I should stop bothering you, um, I'll go back to the table." Kinger had misunderstood the prolonged silence, thinking Caine hadn't wanted to keep talking. As he turned to leave, the ringmaster rushed to open the door.

"Wait!" Kinger looked back, taking note of Caine's reddened eyes. "You're not bothering me. You've never bothered me. I'm sorry, please, please don't go yet."

After a moment, Kinger walked back to him. "I won't go. Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

Me. I am bothering me. Instead, Caine fought against the painful feeling that told him to stop being so needy and pulled Kinger into a tight hug, which he was surprised to feel being returned.

Kinger walked them back into Caine's room and leaned against the door, never once letting his ringmaster go. If he didn't want to talk, then they would stay like this for however long was necessary. However long until he knew he was loved.

[ramblesandwrting]

Misfits and masked random hcs

okay so- this is just me rambling about my lethal company employee crew and a masked (Venice) and his army of converted freinds. Enjoy!

Crew: -Halt isn’t actually the strongest of the group, no that is Lucky. Lucky can hold up the highest amount of weight and be fine, but he can not swing a weapon at all, hence why Halt ended up being the battle master. 

-Watcher has a missing finger on his left hand. 

-Lucky can juggle and has used this strength as a way to distract hoarding bugs…and once a nutcracker. That nutcracker was very impressed by the juggling skills it just-kinda forgot it was gonna kill him. 

-Hoarding bugs really like newbie. Like-they will happily swarm around his feet and chitter with glee. None of them have figured out why. Lucky has taken to calling Newbie “The yippie king”.

-Halt once fist fought a braken- and won after like 20 minutes. -Newbie gets common night-terrors, and has woken up his crew at least 7 times by screaming.- it has been found the best way to comfort the shaken lad after one of these is for all four of them to make a blanket fort out of whatever materials they have at the time and tell either ghost stories (Horror is oddly calming to him) or funny stories about silly workplace shenanigans. 

-Halt actually loves the sound of the jester’s music box, as she has always enjoyed music boxes since she was a little girl.

-Watcher gives the best hugs, followed closely by lucky, then newbie, and finally halt. Not to say hugs from halt aren’t nice- but she has popped many backs on accident before. 

-the ghost girl loves screwing around with newbie. She has yet to cause him any harm...but she has on multiple occasions given him a heart attack because she was close enough he could pat her head.

-Baboon hawks are terrified of halt- even in groups, she just gives off the bad vibes to them. 

-Masked…Masked are just-drawn to Halt. She-She’s a friend, she’s Their friend- but she’s broken, she’s hurt- they can fix her! They can save her!! She just needs to stop fighting Back!! It’s just like- it’s just a hug! Please- Please just let us help you….you can hear us, you hear our tongue while it normally falls on deaf ears, why won’t you Listen??? ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Venice and his Masquerade: -First off: The idea for a group of masked being called a masquerade came from (This Post) and I loved it so I added it into my vocabulary. 

-Venice- has been called “A clever bastard” more times than he can count- a few times in languages he didn’t recognize but the tone was similar enough he knew what it meant. 

-A masked’s host body has been altered to be able to refill it’s body weight and height with blood for it to use as defense and creating new friends. This added with the death of the host nervous system is part of why these are so hard to take down. -Masked have a silent, perhaps telepathic, link to one another that counts as their language. Words and emotions are the same thing to them, touch and tone have the same meaning…and masked whisper to the employees, trying to explain to them that this was not death, not erasing of their minds, but instead freedom from stress, and hurt, and worry- and a welcomed embrace to warmth, company, happiness- Love.  

-Venice was originally a normal masked- but through the years he’s changed into a larger and more “Stable” masked. This change is thought to have happened due to the constant supply of new resources he was able to intact, which stopped the decaying process of killing the body and let his nervous system fully replace the one of his host, altering not just the blood and blood production, but the flesh itself. 

-Venice loves, LOVES hugs. Short hugs, side hugs, big hugs, bear hugs, sleepy hugs, cuddling- all forms of hugs and he will happily cling onto the body that offers it. 

-Venice loves dressing up and dolling up his new friends. Their little personal moon must have either been the home to a very fancy person or maybe a place where theater was performed, because the amount of clothing is extreme. After their conversion, Venice will lead his new friends to the back and help them pick out accessories that they enjoy, just as a way to give them all a bit of flavor. Those suits all the employee’s wear are so boring and bland….and it honestly makes him a bit sad to see how dehumanized they are in those things.

-Venice and his family have fully taken over their moon, slaying all the creatures around them, be it hoarding bugs to Giants, all have fallen at his command. 

-with just about a masquerade of 150- and growing!- Venice has made one of the large rooms of their manor home into a “Nesting” location, where all the soft furniture like couches, beds, pillows, blankets, ect. Have been moved and set up. Every night, the group moves into that room and pairs up with at least 2 other masked to snuggle and cuddle with as they slip off to sleep. -Venice is a brilliant mind- and realized that why the employee’s even come down to the moon for scrap, and the more scrap there is, the more people will show up, the more friends he can make. And as such, Venice will wait until their is either no one on the ship or that person has been turned, have two or three of the other masks hold onto one of the remaining crew while turning the rest, and stealing whatever that crew had off their ship, adding it to the ever increasing pile of net worth this planet has. 

-Venice doesn’t like it when new friends escape- that isn’t how this was supposed to go, they were supposed to become a part of their family! To join the cuddle piles at night, to be hugged and nuzzled and dressed up…

-Venice feels like he has so many loving, wonderful friends, and most of the rest of his masquerade is perfectly happy with the numbers they have…..but he just- he wants more. He wants more friends, he yearns for more one sided hugs that they try to wiggle away from, he wants more slow realizations of how bad their situation is to cross the eyes of the employee unlucky enough to find them first….he wants to feel the tension leave each new friends shoulders as the mask takes away their pain and regret, leaving them soft and warm and happy….Why stop when there are always so many new friends to make out there?

[smolljester]

the hydra main in question:

ok so now the problem is i can’t stop doing the idols’ choreo when their songs play in battle

[ghoul-bonez]

WELCOME TO GHOUL-BONEZ

I feel like I should do an introduction sooooo…

🎤 *Tap tap tap* IS THIS THING ON???

Hello everyone, I’m Ghoul!

I am nothing but a simple court jester here for your entertainment 🥳!

My pronouns are she/her and I’m 18. I like writing, baking, my dogs, music, and my friends, and that’s about it!

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The main fandom I write for right now is:

• My Hero Academia

This may change in the future but for now that’s all I’m gonna be writing for!

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[curekibouka-writing]

Hello, may I request a continuation of the head cannons where Floyd and Jade get bored of reader?

I love reading hurt/comfort, so perhaps Floyd and Jade both realize their mistake/misses the reader, and tries to reconcile?

Thank you!!

> Anonymous request: “very good, i loved your writings of the leech twins getting bored of Y/N, can there be a sequel? One where the twins realize they still love Y/N and want to get back together with her/he?”

Requests are referring to these headcanons.

A/N: Hahahaha :D Happy (late) April Fools! (I definitely know what these requests want me to do, but there’s no point in a sequel that revokes the central idea of the original after all fufufu (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵))

Those hands that clawed your heart open piece by piece before… would you take them once again?

Jade Leech:

Jade welcomes you to Mostro Lounge as if nothing happened between you those few days ago. He seats you in the usual seat, serves your standard order before you order it, and smiles wickedly when you ask him to sit with you.

“What are you up to?” you challenge. You think you see him clearly enough now — he wants something from you, “I thought you had no time to waste on me.”

“My, what an accusatory way to put it,” you perceive his tone as wounded though his eyes are unwavering. He tells you he is balancing between many obligations after all, and it was a good breather for him when he got to hear your stories. So won’t you entertain him today?

If you take his hand, are you still confident you can toss him away again? He can cut the string whenever he wants, but you can’t escape being a jester juggling stories on his palm on your own. Or perhaps you knew from the beginning, and you still let his honeyed invitations root deep within your ears. Perhaps you’re going to make the same mistake now, perhaps you’re beyond saving.

You take his hand, and you convince yourself that deep beneath his perfectly repeated smile, he still loves you.

Floyd Leech: 

Floyd rests his chin on your head like he always did, and you hate how you immediately know that’s a sign he’s bored.

You duck away and ask if he was driven out by whoever he was taunting, and while you were mumbling “serves you right!” under your breath, he answers otherwise.

“Nope! I’m just in the mood for you!” He declares with the greatest amount of child-like mirth you’ve ever heard from a 17-year-old as his long arms trap you in a soft but inescapable hug.

And indeed, hadn’t he discarded you in the same way a child would throw toys into the attic? “I don’t want it!” when he gets tired of the latest action figure, but “You were my fav after all!” when some random snippet of memory hooks him back.

If you take his hand, is that what you will become? An object? A dead thing? A toy that has to wait without a sound or a movement until his eyes stops on you and he picks you and suddenly your world means something? Or perhaps you were already that before, and now that you’ve escaped, do you want to go back to the attic?

You tap lightly on his arms for him to release you. You’ve given him enough chances. For the first time, you look away and whisper what he would say so often—

“I’m sick of this.”

A/N: So... this wasn’t supposed to be an April Fools prank. I have a genuine reason to write this the way I did, and if you’re interested, you can find my explanation post here ^^ Thank you for reading!

[heartsumu]

PRO GAMER MSBY VS THEIR PRO GAMER GF

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Has a grimace all the time

24/7 narrowed judgemental eyes

He isn't the type to talk a lot while he streams games. He's a focused pro gamer. Don't disturb him if you don't wanna be mince meat

There are rare moments when he gets so deep into the game that Sakusa loses his cool and his language becomes comparable to Atsumu's and his volume to Bokuto's

You always make sure to record such rare occasions and post random clips of them when Omi is being particularly snarky online

"Ugh... Why am I even playing with these shitheads..."

"Y/n is literally the only reason I'm tolerating these scums"

"God help me I don't want to go to jail this young— GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE ATSUMU! GET YOUR FUCKING DISGUSTING AVATAR OFF MY FUCKING HOUSEE BEFORE I KILL YOU FOR REALLLL!!"

"Huh? Where is y/n? I saw them a second ago—" *sfx: bomb blasts* "fuck— sHOYO WE ARE UNDER ATTACK DONT U FUCKING DARE DIE THIS EARLY!" *sfx: atsumu mourning hinata's death from the other side* "oh hell nah," slams the buttons on the controller, "shit is going down, y/n. You better run"

HINATA SHOYO

Lots of screaming

Scaredy cat. He's also scared of the Minecraft zombies ffs

Is the first to die in anything. Manages to somehow die in 'Human Fall Flat' all by himself-

He usually sees you as his anchor, his safe place. And he sticks to you in every game. So imagine how betrayed he felt when you turned out to be the imposter and killed him off in the first fucking round of 'Among Us'

Now that he knows that he can't trust you anymore, all he does is start running around like a headless chicken, regardless of the game. Omi has had his try in teaching him the games, and thanks to that Shoyo's gamer career is looking brighter than expected. Especially since he has the ambition and drive to win once he's actually settled down

"O-OMI-KUN... WAS IT THE RIGHT BITTON? NONONONO IT WAS THE LEFT- THE LEFT YEAH, thank fish I thought I was going to die— NOOOOO! Y/N!!! NO STOP ATTACKING ME!!!" *sfx: y/n cackling noises*

"Alright, calm down. Calm down Shoyo you can get them in the next round. Yes next round."

"FUCK YOU Y/N! STOP CHASING ME AROUND!!! TARGET SOMEONE ELSE!!! LEAVE ME ALOOONEEEE!!! PLEASE!!!!"

"Ok, arms first then y/n. Arms, then y/n. Arms, y/n." *sfx: game starting, battle sounds* "Yoshha! Cornered them! Y/N-SAAAN!! HOW ARE YOUU?" *sfx: shoyo shooting y/n* "WHAT DID YOU SAY?? DIDN'T HEAR YOU FROM UP HERE! OH? FUCK ME? BUT YOU ALREADY DID—" *sfx: shooting noises* "I- OMI-KUN! WHY WOULD YOU KILL ME? WE SRE IN THE SAME TEAM! *sfx: omi hissing from the other side "keep it pg idiot"*

BOKUTO KOUTARO

Screaming x100

Loud yelling noises regardless if he's winning or losing

Actually kinda good if you ignore all the god forsaken cackling noises

Has the best and most unintentional big-brain moments among all of MSBY. Like, he would be the jester and call for impromptu meeting without anyone dying. Which leads to everyone voting him out just because he was being annoying. And voila! Victory to the jester!

He loves tailing you. Like you don't even have to act suspicious, he's already turned off the lights and is right behind you, creepily laughing into his mike and telling his stream all that he could be doing to you right now *sfx: bonks to every dirty-minded reader*

"HEY HEY HEY!!! HOW IS EVERYONE DOING? WE ARE PLAYING AMONG US TODAY! WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE TO TAIL Y/N WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT!"

"Shh... We gotta be quiet, people, be silent in the chats you guys, we can't alert them of our presence... Wait where are they? WAIT— WAIT, NO! Y/N COME BACK HERE WHERE ARE YOUU?" *sfx: y/n killing bokuto and self-reporting* "Y/N YOU LITTLE CHEATER! I HATE YOU!!!"

*whispering to the chat*"just kidding I love them so much... even if they kill me so ruthlessly"

"Guys guys guys I have a plan. Wanna hear?" *sfx: cricket noises* "OH COME ON GUYS! I SWEAR IT'S GONNA BE FUN!"

ATSUMU MIYA

Is very popular among gaming enthusiasts

His chat is filled with people gushing over his looks and gaming skills. It's too much of an ego boost for him, and you are more than happy to help de-ego him a bit by beating his ass

Funniest stream out of the four players. He's always doing something to spice things up

Will have small side missions for himself while he plays, small things he decides with his viewers before starting the games.

Screaming + cussing + flirting (he needs to up his game but that's for another day)

"Hey people! How is it going? Hope all are getting their asses busted like they should be heh. Welcome to yet another stream! We are gonna decide what mission I should be doing for this game. Wanna send in some suggestions?"

"Oooh found a nice one. So today's mission will be— 'get y/n to say I love you, tsumu'. Sounds pretty easy but you guys know how my y/n has a stick up their ass dontcha?"

*sfx: game starting and mindless chatter, atsumu's avatar walks up to yours* "Babe..." *sfx: y/n- "hmm? what's up tsumu? you sound sad"* "Nah, its nothing. I'm just feeling really dull today. Just needed a hug." *sfx: y/n- "aww c'mere tsumtsum" your avatar jumps over his in a makeshift virtual hug* "Thanks babe. I love you" *sfx: y/n- "I love you too tsumu"*

"YASS!! DID YALL HEAR THAT? THEY SAID IT HAHAJJAHAHAHH THAT WAS SO FUCKING EASY!" *sfx: angry y/n cussing* "Hahahah, sorry y/n it was my mission for the day. But it was fun hehe, we should do this again."

[railroad-migraine]

Hey!! Could you write something where the reader and Mollymauk are really close and without telling him she gets a huge tattoo sleeve of florals like he has on his arm? Basically because she loves him and wanted to make sure he isn’t the only one people call out for looking different and they just have a really nice moment together 💗 thank you!!

Lovely idea! I went with a gender neutral reader so it's inclusive 💜 Boy, do I miss Molly.

Requests are open!

Song rec: "Hey Lover" by The Daughters of Eve

~ Poet

Matching Tattoos

Molly

Tattoos are an important part of Molly's identity. They hold the same value as his horns, his jewellery, and his loud yet tasteful clothing. Each one has some significance or contribution to his life and story, big and small.

The meaningful ones that remind him of his adventures. The small ones that litter his skin like stars the night sky. The random ones he got for the hell of it. The unexplained ones that reveal a life before his.

You've brought up the tattoos in conversation numerous times with the tiefling, and he's always happy to explain their meanings (or lack thereof) to you. He recently presented his arms to you to hold and to touch, and his neck to inspect and trace the flow of the peacock feather right up to his cheek. Your touch lingered on his skin, and he managed to resist a shiver, realizing the action may have been too intimate for the eyes of others. He promptly excused himself from the table and retreated to his room.

The markings are works of art, so of course he shows them off with pride as often as he can - but they sometimes contribute to stares and unwanted attention received on journeys. While not everyone knows that his confidence occasionally can fail him, he still always has the option to seek comfort in you and the Nein. It's a plus that his anxiety lasts only for short periods of time, and he is normally back to his charmingly proud self in no time.

Jester quickly slipped into his seat, gushing about how you and the lavender tiefling resemble the characters in a spin off novel by the same author as Tusked Love - "Inks and Intimacy."

You brushed her off with a shy smile, but indulged in her description of the tattooed lovers. At some point in her rambles, you mused the idea of getting yourself your own sleeve - purely because you're friends with Molly, and it'd be fun to match... right? Take half the load of curious and conservative gazes he earns from onlookers.

The next time you passed through a town, you managed to organise an appointment with a tattoo artist, come up with a beautiful concept, receive your ink, and heal your arm (thanks to a trusty healing potion Nott swiped). You met with the Nein shortly after, and with a flourish you presented the intricate patterns and range of colours now part of your body. While Jester flocked to your side joyfully, and the others watched on with curious looks, Molly just gaped at you. It was such a bold and impulsive decision...

Later that night, he pulled you aside for a personal examination, gently turning your arm in his grasp as you tried to ignore the heat you felt burning your face. The close proximity between you was welcome though. He was quiet for the most part, simply taking in the artwork and appreciating the craft of it. And just when you thought he had finished with his ministrations, he paused.

Slowly, he traced your skin with a finger, similar to the way you had his. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly - he finally noticed part of the floral design was inspired by his own. He glanced up at you, back at the tattoo, and pressed quick, grateful kiss to a lilac rose.

[flashhwing]

Slow Fall

welcome to my atla au, 1.4k

~*~

Beau was in her element. Helping down-on-their-luck-villagers, fighting random Fire Nation soldiers, kicking ass — this is what she was born for.

Okay, some people would argue she was born to find and protect and aid the Avatar or whatever, but nobody knew who that was yet, so Beau was off the hook for that. For now.

She dodged under yet another fire blast, sweeping out a leg to trip the soldier who shot it. Two quick jabs with her elbow — pop, pop! — and he was down for the count.

The Cobalt Soul Avatar shit wasn't even a destiny she was born with anyway. It was just something her dad forced her into when he realized she wouldn't be his perfect little wine-lord princess. So who could blame her for totally ignoring her futile Avatar finding quest?

(read more on ao3)

"Beau, look out!"

The ground around her erupted into a perfect circle of flames. She dropped the latest asshole from her chokehold and spun, searching for any possible opening. Before she could even think about saying 'fuck it' and somersaulting through, a spray of water smothered the fire, quenching it with a soft sizzle.

Beau shot Jester a grateful smile and a wink. "Thanks, cutie."

"Got your back, Beau!" Jester called, her blue cheeks tinged a faint lavender. Spirits, Beau liked making her blush.

See, who needed the Avatar when you had cute waterbenders to travel with? Besides, she kind of liked the rest of this scraggly group of fellow wanderers, despite herself. There was Fjord, the earthbender with the commanding presence who took it upon himself to teach Beau how to 'people.' Caduceus, the weird airbender who kept them out of trouble as much as he could. Yasha, the mysterious woman with lightning dancing through her — and boy, did Beau want to know more about her. Caleb and Nott, the nonbenders who were okay in a fight, but better than anyone at getting in and out of tight spaces, physically and metaphorically.

Even Molly, who was impossible to get along with. He claimed to be the Avatar, and sometimes Beau thought he even believed it. But the man could barely bend water, his native element. Master of all four, he was not. Still, his claim was a passable alibi if anyone from the monastery came asking questions.

Beau caught one, two, and dodged a third flaming arrow aimed directly at her face. She spun and flung the first one back where it came from, dropping the second off the edge of a cliff.

Shit, she hadn't realized how close to the edge she'd gotten. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she found herself enveloped by a soft pocket of air and nudged towards safety. Or, what counted for safety when six firebenders were still trying to kill them.

"Mind the cliff, Beau."

"Thanks, Caduceus." She hoped it didn't sound as scathing as it did to her own ears.

She jumped back into the fray, following up two of Fjord's smaller flying boulders with her own expertly placed flurry of blows. It was a move they'd practiced and executed many times before, designed to lay a full grown soldier on his ass.

Now this was the real shit. If Beau ever actually found the Avatar, it'd be all spiritual journeys and mastering the elements and maintaining balance. Nothing could be more boring, and she should know. She trained for that shit for months.

No, she'd much rather be free to travel with this group of assholes, taking odd jobs, fighting the occasional spirit-warped beast, getting in skirmishes with Fire Nation soldiers who didn't like their attitude. (They all said they wouldn't get involved in the war, but when the opportunity arose to help beleaguered villagers and pull one over on the colonizers … well.)

Another fire bolt, this one aimed at Beau's chest. She barely dodged it, dropping to her knees, then into a roll to avoid the soldier lunging for her. She came back to her feet, twisting into a recovery stance, preparing to disarm the fucker. One jab, two, four, but each one was blocked. Still, with each jab she pushed the soldier a step closer to the cliff.

Her back was to the rest of the fight. That was untenable. She trusted this group, but not that much.

With a final kick, the soldier fell back over the cliff. Brushing hair from her eyes, Beau spun back to the fray to meet a face full of flame.

Searing heat bloomed across her face and chest, gone as quickly as it came, the air in her lungs along with it as she toppled backward.

"BEAU!"

The ground was gone.

Shit.

Shit!

Her stomach turned as she fell. Too late, she scrabbled for purchase on the cliff's edge, but she was already ten feet down, fifteen, twenty five. Air rushed past her with a muffled roar, whipping strands of hair from her bun and into her face.

This was it, and what a stupid way to go. An airbender could catch themself in nothing, an earthbender could create a platform from the cliff, even a waterbender could craft a decent landing from the rushing river below. All Beau had was her fists.

"Hold on, Beau!"

Jester — oh no, Jester. She flew through the air after Beau, skirts flapping all about. Her hand was outstretched, her body angled down, a desperate look on her face like she had any hope of reaching Beau, of catching her.

"Come on, come on!" The wind whipped her words away, but Beau was just close enough to read her lips. The very air seemed to swirl around them, a cyclone of color centered on Jester.

She was beautiful. Beau reached toward her.

Even so, the river fast approached. Jester couldn't catch her before she hit the water. It just wasn't possible, not at the speed they were falling. Beau closed her eyes and waited for impact.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt. Maybe she wouldn't even feel it.

Wind continued to whip around her, faster and faster. It tugged at her clothes, lashed at her skin, tried to tug her up even as gravity dragged her relentlessly down. It cradled her, cushioning her against what was to come.

Wait …

Beau opened her eyes.

Jester floated before her, hair and skirts swirling in the wind. It suspended them both as they descended, no longer in freefall but in a controlled descent.

Her eyes were stark white and glowing with the intensity of twin suns. She reached out and took Beau's hand in hers.

Beau could only gape.

Jester's mouth opened, and from it spilled a thousand voices.

"Fear not. I have you."

Crap. Beau knew what this was. She'd read about it in half a dozen boring books back at the Cobalt Soul monastery.

Why now? Why her?

Jester pulled Beau closer, hooking an arm round her waist. She raised a fist and a section of the cliff face splintered off, jutting out to form a platform about ten feet below them. They landed, wind dissipating with a sigh.

Beau stared at Jester. Jester stared back. Probably. It was hard to tell with the light pouring from her eyes. Then she blinked, and the light was gone. Never had Beau been so glad to see those pretty purple irises.

"Oh man, that was crazy!" Jester said, pressing one hand against her temple. The other stayed where it was on Beau's waist. "What was that?"

The Avatar state, Beau didn't say. Jester swayed, slumping against Beau, who guided her to a sitting position against the cliff face.

The Avatar state. A powerful meditation the Avatar — and only the Avatar — could enter, during which they channeled all their past lives. Could be induced through careful meditation or spontaneously in times of distress. Characterized by glowing orifices, increased mastery of the elements, and the echoing voices of all past Avatars.

Beau knew this shit by heart. And Jester had definitely just entered the freaking Avatar state.

"Beau?" Jester said weakly. The Avatar state was said to take a lot of energy. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Jes," Beau swallowed. "I'm alright. You?" She gave Jester's hand a small squeeze. Jester nodded, weary eyes trained on Beau.

What was she supposed to do now? The last thing she wanted was to return to the monastery but that was, technically, her duty, or whatever. Suddenly Jester was the most important person on the planet.

Maybe she always had been. Of course it was Jester Lavorre who was the fucking Avatar.

[smolljester]

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY GAVE A SPIDER HANDS???

FUCKING HELL CAPCOM WHATRE YOU ON

[daisys-gard3n]

Random thought but imagine after finally meeting the king he says he can make any human go home but........... it took you so long to get here you are no longer human

It's a very interesting concept, i've been exploring it in a friend's discord server about this au. Where if you've been getting too friendly with the candy people and or develop feelings for one, you slowly start to turn into candy...Or if you run out of lollipops, you're on a timer for how long until you become a candy person.

If you haven't gain the affection of King Candy, Dio will look down upon you from his throne. Laughing at you with a cruel smile. "You're quite the jester, aren't you? It's already too late, you've been lollygagging around and time has ran out. You're officially a citizen of candyland." And then brush you off, going on with his day.

if you've caught the interest of King Candy, this seems like a plot to make sure you're 100% his by making you unable to leave. Purposefully sending people after you and putting up roadblocks so that it takes longer to reach him, admiring you as you struggle. So adorable, you think you can just leave after capturing the King's heart? Normally, he wouldn't be so rash but you're on his mind 24/7 - he needs this exotic little thing to be his and his alone. So when you come to him eventually, there's a smile on his face as he welcomes you to his castle.

"It seems...You've ran out of time. You're completely candy, little one...Not to fret, for you're welcome to stay here. You'll be clothed, have a warm bed, and plenty to eat...Even if you were to go back, why? You'll be living lavishly and won't worry about a single thing like debt or starvation. As King of Candyland, I will make sure you're sought to."

[cheegu3]

~ Yandere Jaemin - The jester ~

[hi babies, this is one part of my nct fairytale series this one based on Alice in wonderland with jaemin <3, it had influence from both the original book and the book by marissa meyer centred in the universe + a lil of my own stuff]

I love alice in wonderland and jaemin so I’m so sorry how long this is lmao also yes I did write all of this on the same day ;-;

wc: 3.6k

summary : you live in wonderland, and everything is normal until a stranger shows up - a jester who says he’s looking for you, he seems innocent and sweet but is he really?

TW / trigger warning: yandere themes, mentions of - violence, murder, swearing, blood/gore, 18+ (suggestive), etc

The yearly mock festival was coming to an end. Humans and creatures alike were slowly making their way to the stairs and to the comfort of their homes. A stranger was also making their way over but not to his home, to the crowd. He slipped through it unnoticed and stopped, bowing in front of the queen.

She looked at him in curiosity but also in fascination. He was very much used to this, having people stare at his beauty and the way he presented himself - elegant and cocky. 

‘‘ My majesty. I come to seek refuge in your town ‘‘ the stranger said.

The queen raised her eyebrow at him and waved at the deck of cards close by, almost stumbling over their own feet in fear of displeasing the queen. 

‘‘ Show this gorgeous stranger that empty house ‘‘ the queen demanded to the cards in a shrill voice.

‘‘ Yes ma’am. Come this way! ‘‘ they answered in union.

The stranger followed them in silence but kept his distance. They went far and near, up and down the crossroads and curvy paths until they reached a small cottage. It was far from the other houses and the village but he liked it immediately.

‘‘ Here we are sir! ‘‘ the cards exclaimed in union again and turned like robots ready to go back the way they came and serve the queen, it was all they knew after all.

‘‘ Excuse me ‘‘ the stranger had had one thing and one thing only on his mind throughout the whole trip there.

The reason he was here in the first place

You

‘‘ Do you happen to know where...y/n is? ‘‘

The deck of cards looked baffled, one of them even chuckled.

‘‘ y/n? Why would you want to see her sir, she’s so very eh- ‘‘ one said

‘‘ -mad ‘‘ another filled in.

‘‘ Who are you anyway? ‘‘ said another

‘‘ Jaemin, I’m a jester from far far away ‘‘ he said with clenched teeth, growing impatient at the lack of answer he was getting.

‘‘ Why would you like to see her? ‘‘ said one

‘‘ She’s not special ‘‘ said yet another

‘‘ I have to ‘‘ he said firmly and was now clenching his fist.

‘‘ She’s not far from here sir. She lives in the cottage opposite this forest ‘‘ said one card with cloves on his front.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘ Jaemin exclaimed in relief and watched as the deck of cards turned and walked down the path.

On the outside it looked like an old cottage like any other, with broken windows and an overgrown garden. The jester wasn’t surprised, they must’ve given him the most ugly and worn out house since he was still a stranger but with a few snaps of his fingers, the inside would look a lot better than the outside.

As he had finished snapping his fingers three times he saw the familiar white cloud in the window but before he walked in he had to check around the area. He thought he heard the rustling of leaves and twigs being broken.

Looking to his right, he saw in the distance how a girl was walking towards him. Instinctively his heart started to beat faster because what if it was you? The girl was wearing a dress which was blue and she had a white apron tightly wrapped around her which was full of flour. In her right hand she was holding a basket filled with something and her hair shone bright in the sunlight that was peeking through the thick trees above.

// YOUR POV //

You were just about to walk past your favourite abandoned cabin when you noticed, it was no longer abandoned. A handsome young man, about the same age as yourself was standing outside it. You being all alone though, this far out from other people made you scared so you kept your head down right when you passed by him.

‘‘ Hey! ‘‘ you sighed in disappointment, all too often creepy men or creatures would try to stop you and flirt which made you very uncomfortable.

You tried to put on a fake smile before you turned to face him.

‘‘ Hi! ‘‘

‘‘ You’re y/n ‘‘ he stated.

You probably looked very confused to the stranger. How did he know your name? In this wide land, you were a nobody and this random man you just stumbled upon seems to know who you are - by the look of his curious brown eyes studying you - maybe he even knew everything about you.

‘‘ Yes..sir. Can I help you? ‘‘ you asked hesitantly and wanted to punch yourself for sounding so small and helpless.

The boy took some time to answer, suddenly looking a bit nervous the way he fumbled with his hands.

‘‘ Oh, I just. I’m your new neighbour, Jaemin. The cards said I might meet a young woman here who lived close by ‘‘ 

Shit, you were really too paranoid sometimes, this was just a harmless boy who had moved in right next to you.  

‘‘ Oh! Yes of course ‘‘ you smiled at him with more genuine warmth now           

 ‘‘ Welcome to the neighbourhood then I suppose ‘‘

They boy nodded and chuckled. He was very attractive, and you were pretty sure he knew it. Tall, dark and handsome with puppy like brown eyes and fluffy hair. He had a defined nose and rosy lips that matched his smooth and beautiful skin. But the most attractive thing about him, to you, was the way he carried himself. 

That smile could just about make any girl fall for him, maybe even worship him. As he stood there looking at you become entranced with his beauty you began to wonder if he was using magic on you so you put your guard up again slightly.

‘‘ Thank you. I hope to see you around, where do you work? ‘‘ he asked and you almost bit your lip at the look he was giving you, it was very intense and his smile yet again so charming.

‘‘ Oh! ‘‘ you exclaimed suddenly, you had forgotten to answer and had just stared at him getting completely lost. You saw him smirking at this.

‘‘ I-I work at the bakery in town, hence- ‘‘ you gestured to your flour dusted apron and dress with a sad smile.

He laughed heartily but assured you,

‘‘ You look fine, trust me ‘‘

You smiled shyly in response. It felt like he was kind of flirting, he was giving you that look again that both turned you on and made you creeped out, it said

I know everything about you 

Nevertheless if that was the case, you felt very much intrigued with this new stranger and you didn’t want him to be a stranger for long.

‘‘ I suppose I’ll see you around then ‘‘ you said suddenly when the tension had built up even more and you started remembering all the responsibilities you had at your work.

It felt like you had been here for about an hour and you had muffins to bake and customers to please.

‘‘ I suppose you will ‘‘ he answered with an amused glint in his eyes.

You decided to turn even though your body and heart really wanted to stay. Your intuition and head however won over the battle inside you and told you to get the fuck away from him.

You kept your back turned as you made you way past the mysterious boy. You had a feeling that he was still watching you as you went, eyes never leaving you and it freaked you out a little, making you shudder.

The rest of the day went on as if it was like any other day. Tons of baking and getting your hands dirty, chatty customers and delicious desserts. By the end of the long workday your muscles were aching. You cleaned up and did your usual routine of locking up the store when everyone had left.

Usually you wouldn’t think twice about walking home in the dark, your bakery closed at midnight so it was way past sunset. It was practically pitch black outside and no one was on the streets, they were all at home probably sound asleep. For some reason the queen had decided that all houses be soundproof in the village. So the fear was increasing when you thought about the stranger, the dark and walking home alone because if something happened no one would help you - they wouldn’t hear you scream or hear you cry out for help.

You turned the key that locked the bakery with shaky hands but tried to compose yourself. You had a very odd and naive thought in your head,

If I don’t get attacked tonight I can trust Jaemin

It truly didn’t make any sense but just about every cell in your body wanted to trust him, and wanted him to like you, like the way you were so attracted to him.

‘‘ y/n? ‘‘ a voice behind you said interrupting your thoughts.

You shrieked and jumped in surprise, throwing your arms up in some pathetic attempt at defence in case you’d need it.

‘‘ It’s just me, your neighbour ‘‘ 

You lowered your arms and smiled at him apologetically.

‘‘ Sorry ‘‘

‘‘ Don’t be I get it. It’s dark, no one’s around and I just startled you like that, I should be the one to apologise ‘‘ 

‘‘ No no, it’s just that I don’t like walking home in the dark ‘‘ you assured him, now feeling really guilty.

‘‘ I can walk you home ‘‘ he offered with a friendly smile.

You were silent for a bit, thinking to yourself before making up your mind.

‘‘ Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you ‘‘ you returned back the smile even though you still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Jaemin joined your side and waited for you to step away from the shop and decide the pace.

You walked in silence beside each other. You felt a bit nervous, not really being sure if you were supposed to start a conversation or not but then it dawned upon you, why the fuck was he alone there in the village anyway?

You glanced at him quickly to see if it would give you a clue to this mystery but he looked as he always did, nothing was different. So you decided to drop it and thankfully you didn’t have much more time to overthink about it because your house had now appeared in sight. 

He still had a chance to take you if he wanted to, it was dark, quiet and no neighbours were close except for well...conveniently enough, him. But he didn’t. He kept his distance all the way up to the house and stepped back when you got up on the porch.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘

‘‘ My pleasure miss ‘‘ he said with the same amused glint in his eyes.

You turned around and walked in, closing the door and locking it. Well inside you leaned on the door allowing yourself to calm down a bit. 

He didn’t do anything

You shrugged and went upstairs, getting ready for bed and falling asleep not long after your head touched the pillow.

-

The next day he was the first thing you thought about in the morning before you jumped to your feet and rushed to put on your clothes and get to work.

You broke into a sprint constantly mumbling fuck to yourself and basically bursting in the bakery. The few customers inside and the cashier you had hired looked at you in shock. 

You stopped for a bit to catch your breath before explaining, still out of breath to the cashier.

‘‘ The-Ball-I-Have-To-Bake ‘‘ you managed to press out between every breath.

The cashier gasped and immediately left the desk.

‘‘ I’ll bring you the ingredients ‘‘

You swallowed and nodded to the customers when you walked past them disappearing into the back room where you did your magic. 

You put down your stuff and put on your apron already in action when the cashier came in, put the ingredients on the table and hurried out again.

You ended up making several pastries and cakes to the queen’s liking and by the end - about six hours of straight baking, you were so exhausted you decided not to go to the ball.

The cashier peeked her head in about an hour before it was to start.

‘‘ I’ll send these up? ‘‘ she walked up to the finished products and you just nodded at her, drying off the sweat that had formed on your forehead. 

After that you spent the rest of the hour leading up to the ball cleaning up all the mess you had created.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You sighed, it was already closed but you have had to deal with customers knocking anyway wanting treats when you weren’t open. You put down your cleaning supplies and hurried to the door. Through the glass door you saw the outline of your neighbour.

‘‘ Jaemin? ‘‘

He shook his head and tutted at your state when you opened the door.

‘‘ Do I really look that bad? ‘‘ you said and glanced down quickly.

‘‘ For a ball, yes. Otherwise, no you look exceptional ‘‘ he said

You snorted at his flirty comment.

‘‘ I’m not going, too busy ‘‘ 

‘‘ What? No way. I won’t let that happen ‘‘ 

You turned to face him again, having walked up behind the desk to count today’s money. He leaned over the desk and tried to give you his puppy eyes.

‘‘ I can’t go like this Jaemin, sorry ‘‘ you said and shrugged your shoulders.

He scrunched his nose and stopped trying to use his puppy eyes on you now.

‘‘ I have magic ‘‘ he tilted his head when he saw this caught your attention.

‘‘ Really? You’re a jester? ‘‘ you rolled your eyes.

‘‘ What, is it not cool enough for miss or something? ‘‘ he jumped over the counter effortlessly and was now standing very close to you, closer than he’d ever been before.

They way he was towering over you basically looking down on you made you chuckle unexpectedly. 

‘‘ Yeah sure it’s cool enough I guess ‘‘ you answered playfully attempting to push him out the way so you could walk past.

He put his arm out, not letting you.

‘‘ Do you use it a lot on the ladies? ‘‘ you added and held the eye-contact

He snickered and made a very cute expression which made your heart melt.

‘‘ Of course. Every time ‘‘ he said sarcastically ‘‘ Now, will you let me ‘‘ he waved to your messy state.

‘‘ I guess why not ‘‘ you said and closed your eyes.

When it was silent for a few seconds you opened them again and you saw white clouds surrounding you all around, when it had cleared and disappeared completely you could finally see his work.

You were wearing a champagne coloured silk dress that was quite tight at the top with spaghetti straps and flowed out at the bottom, highlighting your curves. Looking at you hands, they as well were polished and clean and you hair was in a sleek ponytail, feeling as if it had been washed.

‘‘ I’m impressed ‘‘ you said at last when you noticed his worried expression, anxiously waiting for your opinion.

He exhaled deeply.

‘‘ Thank god ‘‘

You giggled at his cuteness.

‘‘ Shall we go? ‘‘

‘‘ Certainly ‘‘ he answered and extended his arm for you to take.

The walk this time was also pretty quiet, the castle wasn’t too far away you could already see it from here but you just couldn’t help yourself,

‘‘ Hey Jaemin? ‘‘

‘‘ Yeah ‘‘

‘‘ What were you doing so late at night in the village yesterday? ‘‘ 

Although you didn’t look at him, you could feel him get a bit uncomfortable.

‘‘ Browsing I guess ‘‘ it was your turn to feel uncomfortable now, all the stores closed a lot earlier than your bakery and everyone in town knew that but he hastily added, ‘‘ The villagers told me your bakery closed very late so I thought I’d go by and buy something. Unfortunately it was closed though ‘‘ he laughed and looked down shyly when you looked at him in surprise.

‘‘ Why’s that, horrible sweet-tooth? ‘‘ you said

‘‘ No, just wanted to support my neighbour. That’s all ‘‘

You nodded and felt a bit guilty for being suspicious of him. If your guards hadn’t been down before they sure were now, basically in hell. You felt incredibly comfortable and at ease with Jaemin and you did for a moment think you were starting to fall in love with him. 

This feeling would arise again when you had finally reached the castle and were greeted by the white rabbit.

‘‘ Invitations and names please ‘‘ he said in a stressed voice, his eyes all the time looking back and forth, darting between guests.

The jester gave the rabbit one of his charming smiles and you watched as he interacted with other people, even that was attractive, god what was wrong with you?

He fixed everything for the two of you, showing both of your invitations and names and you leant back letting someone else do the work for the first time in your life. It was nice, this weird feeling of being taken cared of.

He took your hand when the rabbit let you through and he lead you towards the dessert table. You raised your eyebrow at him when he started basically inhaling entire pastries of yours.

‘‘ I have to see how talented you are ‘‘ he defended himself when he saw your judging look. 

You rolled your eyes and waited for him to finish, eyeing the other guests as you did. When he finally was done - after eating half the table you noticed - he dragged you out on the dance floor. 

It was a slow song. You gave him a shy look, not sure if you wanted him to see how much you liked loved him or for onlookers to see that either for that matter. But he insisted, pulling you close to him and starting to rock slowly to the beat of the music. He gave you a big childish grin and you laughed, starting to move as well and letting you be drowned in this feeling. 

It felt like it truly was just you and him in this world, and he would protect you and love you forever. He could do you no harm, he was amazing. 

You probably radiated these feelings through the lovingly eyes you were giving him and he looked at you the same way. Everyone else faded away and it felt like you were in a fairytale, just how magical it all felt...until it didn’t,

The music was abruptly stopped and murmuring filled the hall. You didn’t have the energy to worry about it so you leaned your head again Jaemin’s chest feeling sleepy. In the distance through your dazed eyes you saw the white rabbit approach you, until he wasn’t very blurry anymore, he was clear and right in front of you clearing his throat. 

‘‘ Miss you need to come with me right now ‘‘ the rabbit said in a shaky voice.

‘’ Hm? ‘‘ you said sleepily not yet leaving Jaemin’s arms.

‘‘ What’s going on? ‘‘ Jaemin said in a worriedly.

‘‘ It’s uh, something very terrible has happened to her parents sir ‘‘ the rabbit looked down on the ground under the intense stare of the jester.

‘‘ Let’s go, y/n ‘‘ he whispered to you gently and took your hand.

You had no idea what was going on but followed like a lost puppy. The rabbit lead you to a carriage which you were put in and sent off. It stopped outside your parents house, a mansion closer to Jaemin’s house than it was your own - on the outskirts of town. 

‘‘ Wait here. I’ll see what’s wrong ‘‘ he said and stepped out.

Your head felt heavy, like you’d fall into eternal sleep any minute now - that’s how tired you felt, like you hadn’t slept for decades.

‘‘ y/n dear? ‘‘ the carriage door opened again and two hands extended to take your weight. You walked up to it, staggering and let yourself be lifted down.

Everything was a bit blurry but you could make out the familiar outline of your parents on the ground. They were in front of their front door and they didn’t seem to be moving. Blood was flowing out from their necks and their limbs were twisted in weird, unnatural angles.

Oh

This must’ve been the terrible thing the rabbit had been talking about...

You tried to walk towards your parents but your foot hit something. You looked down and jumped back in surprise. It was another body, no - you looked around, it was several bodies of the guards.

‘‘ What happened to them? ‘‘ you asked Jaemin in a horrified voice.

‘‘ I don’t know ‘‘ he said and bit his lip, lowering his raised right hand and entwining his left one with yours.

‘‘ Look at me y/n ‘‘

You turned to look at him, starting to feel a bit overwhelmed and scared of everything going on. You felt crazy, like you had no idea what was real and what wasn’t.

‘‘ You and I, we’re gonna live together. Far far away from here and we will be happy forever because you love me right? Say it! ‘‘ he roared the last words but you weren’t scared. You just looked at him with loving eyes.

‘‘ I love you ‘‘ you said like a robot, 

completely entranced 

you were his 

forever

[hoodoo12]

Play and Funtime

I’ve seen lots of screenshots and fanart, but where is the written Robofizz smut?  sigh  Just have to do it myself jk jk

Although writing your first fic in a new fandom is nerve-wracking, I’m excited to do it and I hope you guys like it.

NSFW; Robofizz/imp!reader, TENTACLES YOU THIRSTY PEOPLE

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It wasn’t your choice. You were clear on that.

But coerced by so-called ‘friends’ you found yourself in the very front row in front of the stage, with excited, chattering implings around you and excited, chattering friends on either side, all eagerly waiting for the show to start. You’d even been forced to enter the big top early, “to get the best seats!”, so now you were a combination of both bored and a wee bit anxious.

That clown always unnerved you.

The sparks, the glitches, the unnatural movements that were much more fluid than you thought should be possible--if anything was impossible here, with enough imagination or lacking that, determination and money--the AI that seemed a little bit too good . . . the Robotic Fizzarolli was not your idea of family entertainment. 

But here you were. You vowed to keep your head down during the show, to avoid seeing the robot and his animatronic backup band, then when it was over you could all leave and go do something actually fun.

When the lights went down you dropped your chin. Everyone else was cheering, so no one would notice you were not. 

Just as you remembered from your early imphood, the spotlight lit up and the Robotic Fizzarolli burst onto the stage in full song. The rest of the audience clapped and sang along. You remained steadfast in your resolve to just wait this out, your eyes locked on your clasped hands in your lap. 

Which meant you were completely taken off guard when a hand slipped under your chin and lifted your head. 

You found yourself face to face with the robot, who was focused solely on you, grinning widely, showing a large number of sharp teeth. 

“N-n-not having f-fun?” it asked.

“Wha-what? N-no--I mean yes,” you stuttered in surprised response, inadvertently sounding like you had a glitch as well. 

The robot cocked its head a bit too far to be natural, its optic sensors giving nothing away while it studied you. The crowd in the stands, including your friends, were watching with breathless anticipation. 

“I th-think you could be having a better t-t-time,” the Robotic Fizzarolli concluded, but to your immense relief, it released your chin and returned to the stage to finish its number, to the return of screams and cheers of delight. 

Soon after, the curtain closed and you sighed in relief. Loudly, you told your group, “You got your show. Now let’s get out of here.” “No, look, look!” the imp next to you exclaimed. “You got a token!”

Confused, you wrinkled your brow. “A token?” “She got a token!” “She got a token!” The imps you’d come in with crowded around, more excited than during the show. You even saw some of the imps who’d been leaving the tent turn and give you what looked like envious glances. You had no idea what any of this meant. “Look look look!” Finally you had the wherewithal to realize they were talking about something in your hand. It was exactly what they said--a flat, oval token etched on both sides with the jester’s face, and what looked like circuitry embedded in it. Very tiny letters around the edge spelled out, “Robofizz’s Play and Funtime!” You had to squint to read them. You had no idea where it came from. Your friends continued to talk over each other in their excitement.

“Robofizz gave it to you! When he came down and talked to you!” “Oh my gosh--yes! That must have been it!”

“You’re so fucking lucky! I’d kill to get one of those!” All the chatter didn’t make you less confused. The Robotic Fizzarolli must have given it to you somehow? You’d been so startled when it touched you and addressed you directly you had no clue it’d slipped something to you. Your hands had been clasped so tightly you hadn’t noticed the small token. Feeling overwhelmed, you offered it to them. “Then you can have it! Take it!” But as excited as your friends were, they all declined with explanations that it only worked for the imp it was given to, that there was some technology that imprinted on the imp who touched it first, so as jealous as they were, it was useless to them. You had never heard about anything like this before, but then again, you always bolted out the exit when the show was barely over.

Still feeling overwhelmed and now lost and stupid, you asked, “What do I do with it?”

“You get to go backstage and meet Robofizz!” 

That was something you did not want to do, but your friends would have none of that loser talk. They insisted you were selected, it was a rare treat, you were not letting them down by pussing out on having a private meet-and-greet with the star of the show! Despite your weak protests, you were herded along to a discreet door hear the stage. They--not you--knocked, and when a small window opened and suspicious eyes appeared, they--not you--told whoever was there that you had a token.

“Show me,” a low voice ordered, though the door. Resigned, you held up the disk.

There was a grunt, and the sounds of multiple locks disengaging. In another moment, the door creaked open. There was no one in the hallway beyond. “Come on, let’s go!” the same voice ordered. Your friends pushed you through the doorway, shouting good luck and have fun! The door slammed shut on them and it same clanking of the locks came again to secure it. It was much more ominous on this side. The hallway was dimly lit with flickering bulbs that seemed ready to die, but there was no where else to go, so you carefully made your way down it. 

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You had no idea where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to be doing. Keeping hold of the token so tightly your fist hurt, you figured it had gotten you past the door so it would get you past anyone or anything else that may ask what the hell you were doing here. But there was no one to be found. In the wavering overhead lights you wandered up some stairs and found yourself on stage, behind the curtain. The animatronic band was silent on their stands, creepier when immobile and staring than when they were booted up to perform, which you had never imagined could be the case. 

The Robotic Fizzarolli was not with them. That surprised you. If these robots were here, where was the star of the show? Chills went down your spine and with a horrible thought, you glanced up into the catwalks above the stage, as if expecting to see it there like a spider waiting to drop onto its prey. 

Nothing. 

“Hello?” you finally called. 

Nothing. 

You started back towards the hallway, thinking this was a mistake. Your soft footsteps echoed oddly in the silence. You would leave and tell your friends there was nothing, that you knew it was all a waste of time. 

“H-hello there. Wel-wel-welcome!” 

Startled, you spun fast enough to trip, and were caught by the robot that haunted your nightmares. 

It leered as it groped you into standing stead on your feet again. “You were the-the one who wasn’t having fun at my sh-show! I’m so-so-so glad you decided to join me!” Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth but you managed to babble, “I wasn’t--I mean, your show was fine, it was good--” A glitchy, mechanical tsk cut you off. “No, no, no--I c-can tell. And th-that’s no good, not having fun. You seemed like you needed a little ex-extra convincing, and I’m pro-pro-programed to accommodate.”

You were sure your friends would know exactly what that might mean, but the leer had not left the robot’s face and it sounded more sinister than anything. You had seen the signage about “Peronal Companion”, but never spent too much time thinking about it--

It seemed to be waiting for a response. “I, uh . . .” You cleared your throat. “I have . . . a token?”

If it was even possible, the light of its eyes shone even brighter at the sight of you holding the disk. “Now those are fun,” it exclaimed, “for both of us. Let’s g-go.” Without another word and without warning, you were dragged deeper into the gloom further backstage. You stumbled to keep up, but that didn’t slow the robot down. There were turns down hallways that seemed to go on longer than should be possible for an amusement part theater, but finally, when you were out of breath and completely turned around, you were hauled to a stop outside another door. 

“Before w-we go in, g-g-giving or re-receiving?”

The glitches in its voice made it even more difficult to understand what the hell it was saying. Several moments passed while you untangled the question in your head. The Robotic Fizzarolli waited with mechanical patience and an unsettling stillness, although its eyes never left yours. “Uhmm . . .” The token had been given to you, like a gift, so would it be odd to ask for more? But you were the guest here. “ . . . receiving? I guess?” That leer returned to its face. There was a faint clicking noise, as if something was shifting inside the robot’s body, and it said, “Excel-excellent choice.”

It opened the door and ushered you inside. 

The room was designed for imps in mind. Well, imps of a certain predilection. Whips, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, ball gags, harnesses, various sizes of dildos--also in various shapes--hung neatly on the walls. Some wooden contraption with shackles at various points stood in a corner. There was a bench that looked as though it could be raised to various heights with the same shackles, but also a split for a tail to fit through if the imp secured on it was on their back. There were other instruments and adornments you had no name for, as your eyes swept the room.

“D-don’t l-look so worried,” the robot assured you, although you weren’t reassured in the least. “All that is only if-if it’s chosen. The selection is com-completely randomized.” You tore your eyes away from the implements in the room. “What do you mean?” “The-the-the token. Put it in the slot, and we’ll see wh-what prize you get.” That made little to no sense, till you realized Robofizz indicated a small slot on its side. Carefully, you raised your hand and pushed the token into it, which made the robot give a full body twitch like an extra jolt of electricity ran through it. You jerked your hand back; the sparks that flew from it haphazardly were one of the things you disliked most about it. 

There was a clanking noise, like the token was hitting and bouncing off things inside its body, plus a odd, whirring noise. You realized a panel on its chest was actually a screen, and something was spinning inside it. It was a blur, but gradually began to slow enough that you could see whatever it was had words etched on it. Now it was slow enough you could read them as they moved into and out of the screen. bdsm tentacles

vibration

Round and round they went. The words continued to flick past, gradually becoming slower and slower.

With a dawning that took you way too long, it became apparent whatever the last word was going to be was the decision. Maybe other imps or demons would use the Robotic Fizzarolli as personal companion and know exactly what they wanted, but there was also a randomizer feature to keep things lively!

The robot continued to stand eerily still as this continued. It was like both of you were holding your breath in anticipation.

The roller slowed enough to halt. The final outcome that you weren’t even sure you were prepared for blinked on and off in tiny white lights on his chest--

“Tentacles,” Robofizz announced.

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“Tentacles?!” you squeaked. 

You got a nod in response. “A very pop-pop-popular feature. Would you like to remove your clothing, or simply re-relax and let me do all the w-work?” “But-but . . . there’s no bed or--” you cast your eyes around the room again, looking for anything that would lend weight to your argument that maybe just a simple handshake and an autograph would suffice. “No bed n-n-needed,” Robofizz countered. “I am designed to not need to sit or lay down, and-and I am pro-programmed to support you in m-multiple positions.” He was between you and the door, and now the aforementioned tentacles made their appearance, slipping out from some unknown port in his back. They were striped and limber, flexing as though they’d been kept in too small an area for too long and needed to work out the kinks. That couldn’t be the case, being a machine, so all you could figure was that it was designed to imitate life. The first of them--you weren’t even sure of their number--moved through the space between you and the robot. “Fizzarolli--” “Oh, such f-formality! No n-n-need for that either, baby.” That was the first time it’d used a pet name, again probably designed to make this all more personable. “Call me Fizz,” he cooed, all the while still showing too many teeth, invading your personal space, and managing to wrap you up with two tentacles. They pulled you into his torso, which wasn’t as cold as you expected it to be. Neither were the tentacles, now that you thought about it. More of them began to nose around you. “Some rules, baby. This can go as hard as you want. J-just say the word. N-n-nothing’s off limits. My-my-my next show is this evening, so you have me-me-me till then . . . you want ex-extra time, you gotta p-pay for it. “Q-Questions?” Dumbly, you shook your head. “Then let’s b-begin.”

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You’d never be able to give enough detail about the encounter. You’d been asked, multiple times, and simply couldn’t put it into words. How could you describe the unusual sensuality of tentacles sliding under your clothing and removing it from you? How could you impress how strong but delicate they were, wrapping around your limbs with the perfect amount of pressure, raising you off your feet so you felt like you were floating? How you could possibly tell them that other tentacles roamed your skin, tickling you, exploring, awakening new erogenous zones you were unware exisited? How could you admit that all of that lasted an indeterminate amount of time, until you were writhing against the restraint, not to get away, now, but to try and pull him--the Robotic Fizzarolli was no longer an genderless it in your mind, but a him--closer while begging for more? When tears filled your eyes at the force of your pleas, he moved in closer to you, almost close enough to kiss. He seemed fascinated by your tears, and from between his sharp teeth came what must be the robot equivalent of a tongue. It lapped at your cheek, collecting the wet. You had no idea what that was all about, but in the next moment couldn’t devote any time to wondering. As promised, Robofizz accommodated. You’d asked, and another tentacle from Robofizz filled you in smooth, firm motion. You arched your back at the pleasurable friction it created inside you.  

How could you continue to admit that your begging didn’t stop, but increased, wanting, no needing more while being fucked suspended in mid-air by an amusement park clown? That the random showers of sparks that you hated before became something you craved, each little spark leaving a mild burn on your skin that didn’t hurt, but only served to make your nerve endings sing out? Or that during it all he’d talked, the rasp and glitching words of dirty encouragement to, “take it deeper” and “you’re soaking w-w-wet” and “gr-greedy little slut”, which only added to the debauchery, that although it was obvious he could and would be rough and aggressive he gave you just what you needed, and all you wanted was more and more and more-- Even after all that, the finale that would be hard for anyone to believe, including yourself if you didn’t experience it: Robofizz telling you, after you’d been wrung dry from countless orgasms, that the tips of his tentacles--and other, specific, parts of his body--were laced with nano-circuitry to simulate nerves, and he could feel every single internal clutch around his tentacle--

The session ended with you sucking on the tips of multiple tentacles, like an assortment of cocks, while still being fucked to a few more orgasms. When you were finally released, your legs were weak and you were drenched between your legs. You’d drooled so much you were laved with spit. It took you a bit of time to collect yourself and get your clothes back on; your hands trembled with residual bliss for long moments. Robofizz, whose tentacles disappeared again, walked you back to the corridor you’d come in. “Five m-m-minutes till showtime,” he told you.

You had no idea if robots had a sense of humor, but you tried anyway. “That was a pretty good show you just put on.�� You got that unnatural head cock again, but he grinned and reminded you, 

“You want ex-extra time, you gotta p-pay for it.” “I know,” you replied, already trying to calculate how you could afford to return and book another private “Robofizz’s Play and Funtime!”. You were eager to try out different features. “How do I . . .?” “The-the d-door will remember you. It’s h-his job,” the robot answered your unfinished question, as if it was one he got frequently. You nodded as if you understood, then impulsively stretched upward to kiss him. He wasn’t startled--he was a robot, after all--but you gave him a smile and slipped back through the door to the front of the theater. You had to find your friends. It wasn’t your choice, sitting in the audience to watch a robotic jester entertain a crowd of imps. 

But next time, it would be. 

fin!

[saphirered]

Hi welcome back! Hope you’re doing well. Random question b4 my request, bc I want to give back as thanks for the great writing: are you a coffee, tea, or hot chocolate/cocoa drinker? I prefer hot chocolate and sweet tea.

How would the m9 respond to an SO/friend with a kid? Where the reader is a single parent with a child of at most 10 years old. Thanks :)

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This took a while to write so sorry for that 😅. I'm so glad you like my writing! I love writing for you lot. I'm definitely a hot cocoa person. I hope this one turned out to your liking 😘.

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Caleb:

You never hid the fact you had a child from Caleb, if anything you’re proud of them. Though, you do know in certain company it’s better to keep that fact a secret for safety reasons. Caleb understands that fully he respects and admires you always put your child’s best interests first.

This is why when you began getting more involved with Caleb you kept your child out of it and took a good amount of time before introducing them to the wizard. You didn’t want to set expectations for both sides and wanted to protect and preserve them both should what you and Caleb had going not work out after all.

It’s no surprise Caleb is good with children. He takes a gentle approach when it comes to all things good in this world to the point of almost being afraid to ‘ruin it’. You assured him many times he was in the clear and how could his heart not warm at the curiosity and search for knowledge your child was already displaying.

With your permission Caleb began teaching your child some things here and there. The theoretics of magic and eventually simple spells. The smile it brought to their faces while they worked couldn’t make you happier. Caleb definitely earned your child’s approval to stick around.

Beau:

At first Beau is surprised. She knows children come from somewhere of course. She’s not stupid but actually tying a child to their parent let alone being very close to that parent is a whole new story. Especially learning you raised your child on your own and seeing you want to provide what’s best for them definitely earns you her respect, not having a parent with the same motivation herself and all.

The day of introductions came along and as expected Beau is the most awkward, trying not to be a terrible influence and be on her best behaviour, makes her very much on edge. An perceptive child picking up on this awkward behaviour calling her out leaving her cursing like a sailor, then apologising for said curses, even less of a surprise. You had to assure her many times it was fine.

Beau makes a promise that no matter what, she’ll make sure you’ll be returning to your child and make sure they get the love and support they deserve. Growing up without loving parents is one thing. Growing up an orphan another. She’d do everything in her power to keep you safe.

It may have began with joking comments such as ‘finish your homework’ to ‘do the dishes’ and ‘be nice to your parent while I’m gone’ but it didn’t take long before Beau was helping them with their homework or cleaning dishes after you cooked.

Absolutely treats your child as someone capable of making decisions of their own and speaking for themselves. No baby voices or cooing like too many adults tend to do even to a child regardless of their age. Your child has thoughts and opinions of their own and for the love of all that is sacred, can speak for themselves. You’re glad Beau treats them with a sense of maturity.

Fjord:

Fjord may have done what can only be referred to as a spit take the moment you said you had a child. Clearly didn’t expect it but giving him time to recover and process he’d ask all sorts of questions. What are they like? What do they like? And of course the dreaded question about your partner.

Supportive Fjord for the win. After finding out you’re on your own he’d always have your back, checking in with you and making sure you’re doing alright amidst the stress of the world and raising a child in the mix of it all. He’d open up to you about his past and being raised without any kind of proper parental figure. What he wouldn’t have done to have someone like you around when it counted for him.

Introducing them went rather smoothly. Fjord is surprisingly good with children. While some might find him intimidating, he nearly melted when your child embraced him as a thank you for looking out for you. Fjord was happy to answer any and all questions your child asked.

Whenever you’d be swept away for a while having to leave your child in the care of your trusted ones, Fjord would tell your child to ‘have the wheel, sailor’ which they would return with a salute before biding you both goodbye. Fjord slowly transcended into a bit of a father role and none of you minded in the least. You were happy.

Veth:

When she spoke of her boy she left behind you pitied her. A child shouldn’t be without their family. They deserved to be loved and sheltered from the darkness of the world until they are ready. When you told her you had one of your own Veth really felt safe to confide in you with her worries and troubles. You bonded over it really, drowning out all the sad stories and struggles with fond memories of both your families. Sadly for you, that would only extend to you and your child, the memories of their other parent perhaps somewhat painful to share.

You wondered what it would be like if your children ever got to meet in person. Then the day came. Nicodranas really had a way of bringing families together didn’t it? First time may have been a bit strange, your child being fully aware of Veth’s need for a disguise with her son, played their part well. Both you and Veth may have wiped away some tears when Luc claimed your child their big sibling from now on, and you his third parent.

Work and life are a difficult combination for Veth. She wants nothing more than to be with Yeza and take care of her boy but as long as the world’s in peril and her other family needs her just as much if not more, she’ll have to leave them behind. Knowing that you and your child are with her husband and son when she can’t be eases her mind a lot and she’s forever grateful.

It goes unsaid that Veth’s time away from children and in the presence of adults, specifically the Mighty Nein may have left her a bit out of the routines of raising a child as shown by giving Luc and your child fireworks, promising them to teach them how to shoot a crossbow and more. You did have to hold her back a little with the help of Yeza and keep things a bit more contained for their safety, but mostly yours.

Jester:

Of course upon learning you’re raising your child all by yourself Jester goes onto a rant about how her and her mom were always alone and how Marion used to read stories to her and do you read stories to your child and do you sing to them and draw with them and give them hugs and cuddles after nightmares and… You have no idea how that girl doesn’t run out of breath.

Jester couldn’t be anyone but herself when meeting your child asking about their interests, do they like to draw and sing and dance and… You ran out of breath just listening to her talk and your child replying in similar fashion. Everything went quite well and the two of them got along. Jester would be singing them songs and teaching them how to draw resulting in many dick drawings randomly appearing in your books, notes and other places, followed by mischievous giggles.

Having bought your child a lovely green cloak and letting them pretend they’re the Traveler here to spread mischief and fun and leave behind many phallic shaped objects drawn and carved wherever possible sent you all in laughing fits but you swore you heard a more masculine chuckle and saw a green cloak fade into the shadows. Odd.

What only can be summed up as the combination between big sibling, fun wine cupcake aunt and mom, remained a constant in your life and you couldn’t be more thankful to have that ray of sunshine be there for all of you.

Caduceus:

Caduceus is very calm and collected about learning you have a child. Less of a response than perhaps anyone else perviously unknowing. “That’s nice.” He’d nod. You’d almost start thinking he may have been able to read it off you for some reason. He confirmed he was, the tired eyes, and the recovery of exasperation at times but sense of accomplishment and reward was a look he had seen from his own mother many times.

“You’re weird.” A stare down ensued. “You’re weird too.” Eyes sharpened. “I like you.” The ice broke and smiles followed. For a moment you were afraid that maybe your child wouldn’t like the odd firbolg and thinking about how you would keep friends and family separate but a wave of relief went over you knowing that all was well between the two most valuable people in your life.

You’d be handed a fresh cup of tea by your child, a plate of snacks by Caduceus, all too innocent smiles on their faces but all it took was a raised eyebrow from you to have them come clean about the kitchen being covered in soil from the two of them potting new plants, turning your home and garden in what can only be described as a greenhouse and rather ask for forgiveness than permission. You weren’t mad of course, but did make them clean the mess they made.

You’re still unsure whether or not it was a good or bad idea introducing your child to the extended Clay family as you got some insight in the chaotic prank wars between the siblings and all together sibling rivalry among some of them. It’s all fun and games of course but some moments you were glad you weren’t the one pelted with mud pies by Calliope or pushed into the spring by Calliope herself. Instead you could just enjoy Clarabelle’s bug collection with your child while laughing at the other’s being covered in mud and soaked to the bone.

Yasha:

Poor Yasha doesn’t recall much of a family. In reality she never really felt like she had one until the circus, and after them the Nein. When she saw you and your child together, the unconditional love you had for each other, she felt like she finally realised what she had been missing, and something she perhaps would never have. She learned the value of such a relationship.

Yasha has no idea how to interact with children at any level and by default tends to treat them as either adults, or cute animals. No in between. It took her some time to get the hang of it but you couldn’t deny both you and your child rather enjoyed the unconventional relationship.

The wastes and hardships of Xhorhas may force a child to grow up quickly in the tribes but that doesn’t mean children outside of those regions have to learn how to wield a sword and what bugs you can and cannot eat or how to best skin an animal before eating it… It took some convincing why that was not a necessary skill to learn at the tender age of ten.

You compromised with Yasha on the fighting in the end, persuaded by the woman and your child to allow her to teach them some fighting basics because someone’ has to have your back when Yasha’s not there. You did manage to hold them off on purchasing a sword perhaps too large for your child despite the ‘they’ll grow into it’ reasoning and instead settled on training equipment instead.

Mollymauk:

Oh Mollymauk, nothing surprises this one. He felt rather sorry for you going through the struggles of raising a child alone. He may not remember his own family but he’s traveled far and wide enough to know the hardships. He knows poor Toya and he admires you for being able to do what so many can’t or won’t.

It goes unsaid that Molly is perhaps the worst of influences when it comes to people but you’ve seen him interact with Toya before and know well enough he’s a kind and caring soul who wants only the best for those who can’t just yet fend for themselves. It’s a good foundation that leads to a better person. He jokingly claims himself proof of that through the carnival and him ‘being an absolute asshole’.

Molly’s soft side really does come out whenever he’s around your child. He doesn’t deliberately censor himself but tries to contain certain words and avoid certain subjects that should never be discussed around your child knowing you’d appreciate it and if he does let something slip and your child ask questions he’d gently explain it as certain things should definitely not be described in gory detail to someone of their age.

This circus man is not afraid to put on a show in any circumstance and will happily do so to cheer you or your child up whenever you’re feeling a bit down or overworked. Whether he’s making a fool of himself, giving you bogus card readings, juggle his swords or tell the most ridiculous stories ever he’d do it without a second thought because it brings you and your child joy. You’re part of his family and he’d go to hell and back again for you.