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Hide | The Set-Up | Chapter One

Summary: Joe Burrow never liked talk shows, but a post-Super Bowl appearance on The Tonight Show was part of the job. He expected scripted questions, football talk, and a few forced laughs with Jimmy Fallon. What he didn’t expect? A surprise guest—Riley Carter, the lead singer of The Rambles, a band he’s quietly admired for years. A harmless game of “Love Match” turns into national TV humiliation when Joe picks Riley over every celebrity presented—only to have her walk out onto the stage moments later. What started as his worst nightmare might just turn into something much more interesting.

Pairings: Joe Burrow x Riley Carter (OC)

Word Count: 5.6k

Requested: No | Yes

Warnings: Mild language, talk show ambush, secondhand embarrassment, and undeniable chemistry

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Author’s Note: And so it begins! I wanted to set the stage for Joe and Riley’s story with an unforgettable (and hilariouslyuncomfortable) first meeting. Their chemistry is immediate but unexpected, and this talk show moment will definitely be something neither of them forgets. Buckle up—this is only the beginning! Let me know what you think! 😊💛

The air in the greenroom was stuffy, the leather couch sticking to Joe's palms as he shifted uncomfortably. A half-empty bottle of water sat on the glass table in front of him, condensation pooling around its base. He glanced at his phone—thirty minutes until showtime. Thirty minutes until he would be paraded out in front of a live studio audience like some kind of trained animal, expected to perform and charm and be witty.

He knew when he signed up to be a professional football player that there would be specific commitments he'd be uncomfortable with. At the top of that list? Talk show interviews. Yet, here he was, just weeks after his team's heartbreaking Super Bowl loss, sitting under the fluorescent lights of a Tonight Show greenroom, mentally preparing himself to face Jimmy Fallon and millions of viewers.

Joe ran a hand through his hair, carefully styled by the show's hair and makeup team despite his protests that he "looked fine." In his navy blue varsity-style sweater with white collar, dark blue pants, and silver Converse sneakers, he felt more comfortable than he would have in a suit and tie. He liked to keep things casual, understated—nothing that would draw unnecessary attention. His personal style was cool and effortlessly stylish, and thankfully his stylist had allowed him to wear his own clothes rather than forcing him into formal attire for this appearance.

"Ten minutes, Mr. Burrow," a production assistant called, poking her head through the door with a clipboard pressed to her chest. "Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"

"I'm good," Joe said, forcing a polite smile. "Thanks."

As the door closed again, he exhaled heavily. Why had he agreed to this? It wasn't that he disliked Jimmy—by all accounts, the host was a decent guy. But there was something about these talk shows that made Joe feel exposed, vulnerable. Football was different. On the field, he was in control. He knew the plays, understood the game, could anticipate the defense's moves. But talk shows? They were unpredictable. And Joe Burrow didn't do unpredictable if he could help it.

His phone buzzed with a text from his mom: *Good luck tonight! We're all watching!*

Great. More pressure.

The same PA appeared again, this time with more urgency. "Mr. Burrow? We're ready for you."

Joe stood, straightening his sweater and taking one last deep breath. Game face on. Just like preparing to take the field, except the arena was a brightly lit stage, and the opponents were awkward questions and his own social anxiety.

As he followed the PA through the maze of corridors, the dull roar of the audience grew louder. The studio was packed, every seat filled, the energy palpable even from backstage. A makeup artist rushed over for a final touch-up, dabbing powder on his forehead with practiced efficiency.

"You're on after the monologue," the stage manager explained, positioning Joe just offstage. "When Jimmy introduces you, just walk out, wave to the audience, and take a seat on the couch."

Joe nodded, his throat suddenly dry. Simple enough.

The show's theme music blared, and Joe could see Jimmy bound onto the stage, his trademark enthusiasm drawing immediate cheers from the audience. As the host launched into his monologue, Joe tried to focus on his breathing, on the solid ground beneath his feet, on anything but the fact that in a few minutes, he'd be on national television.

The audience's laughter ebbed and flowed with Jimmy's jokes, a few about the Super Bowl making Joe wince internally. Still too soon.

"Our first guest tonight is one of the NFL's brightest stars," Jimmy was saying now, his voice cutting through Joe's thoughts. "Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, please welcome Joe Burrow!"

The audience erupted, and Joe stepped onto the stage, the bright lights momentarily blinding him. He raised a hand in greeting, mustering a smile as he crossed to Jimmy, exchanged a brief handshake and half-hug, then settled onto the couch.

"Joe Burrow!" Jimmy exclaimed, as if they were old friends reuniting after years apart. "Man, it's great to have you here. How are you feeling after the Super Bowl? You guys played an incredible game."

And so it began—the usual questions about the season, about his teammates, about his plans for next year. Joe fell into the familiar rhythm of athlete interviews, giving just enough to seem engaged without revealing anything too personal. Always polite, occasionally funny, but careful. Measured. The Joe Burrow the public knew and the media expected.

Jimmy was mid-monologue when Joe realized this was going to be far worse than he thought. The host's expression shifted into something mischievous, a clear signal that the carefully structured interview was about to veer off course.

"So, Joe, we're going to play a little game tonight. I think you're going to love it. Or hate it. I don't know—you tell me after."

Joe's shoulders tensed, his fingers curling imperceptibly into the couch cushion beneath him. This wasn't part of the prep his publicist had gone over. "Uh... okay?" he managed, already feeling a cold sweat forming at the base of his neck.

"It's called Love Match. It's simple—I'll show you two people, and you pick who you'd rather hang out with. No pressure, totally harmless."

The audience tittered with anticipation, and Joe felt his pulse quicken. He hated these kinds of segments—the ones designed to create viral moments at the expense of guests' dignity. But there was no graceful way to refuse now, not with the cameras rolling and millions watching.

Joe wiped his palms on his jeans, the denim rough against his clammy hands. He was already regretting saying yes to this interview, already calculating how he'd face his teammates after whatever embarrassment was about to unfold. "Sure, let's do it," he muttered, earning knowing laughter from the audience who clearly recognized his discomfort.

Jimmy grinned and turned to the screen behind them, clearly enjoying himself. "Alright, first up—Bella Hadid or Riley Carter?"

Joe blinked, the name triggering an immediate reaction he couldn't control. Riley Carter. The name hit him like a freight train, derailing his carefully maintained composure. He knew her. Well, he didn't know her, but he knew *of* her. The lead singer of The Rambles, a band he'd been following since his college days. Her voice had been the soundtrack to some of his most significant moments—draft night, his first NFL win, even the quiet moments on the team bus when he needed to center himself.

It was more than just appreciating her music. There was something about her that had always caught his attention. The raw honesty in her lyrics, the way she carried herself in interviews, a confidence that seemed effortless and real. She was stunning too—blonde hair that fell in perfect waves, piercing blue eyes that always seemed to be looking right through you, a smile that could light up a room. It was a crush he'd been keeping to himself for a long time, not even sharing it with teammates during those late-night conversations when everyone else revealed their celebrity fantasies.

"Uh..." He shifted in his seat, stalling as his mind raced. He could lie, pick Bella Hadid like most guys probably would. The safe choice. The expected answer. But something made him hesitate. "Riley Carter," he finally said, the name feeling strange to say out loud in this context.

The audience cheered, and Jimmy's eyebrows shot up in exaggerated surprise. "Interesting! Alright, Riley Carter or Zendaya?"

Joe gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck as he realized he was now committed to this path. "Riley Carter."

"Oh, wow, she's on a roll!" Jimmy teased, clearly enjoying Joe's discomfort. "Alright, Riley or Kendall Jenner?"

Joe shook his head and smiled to himself, resigned to his fate. If he was going to be embarrassed on national TV, he might as well be honest. "Still Riley."

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, feigning shock as the audience's cheers grew louder. "Well, folks, I think we've found the most loyal man in Hollywood. Joe, it seems like Riley Carter's got your full attention!"

Joe tried to laugh it off, though he could feel the heat rising in his face, the telltale warmth that he knew meant he was turning crimson. "Yeah, I guess so," he managed, trying to seem casual despite the fact that his heart was pounding against his ribcage.

Jimmy glanced offstage with a sly grin that immediately set off alarm bells in Joe's head. That look—he'd seen it before on other talk shows. It was the look that preceded the ambush, the surprise that made for great TV but terrible personal experiences.

"Well, that's convenient because—surprise—I happen to know Riley personally. In fact, I invited her to the show tonight. Everyone, please welcome Riley Carter!"

The audience roared, a wall of sound that seemed to fade into the background as Joe's world narrowed to a single point. This couldn't be happening. His private admiration—not even admitted to his closest friends—was about to be thrust into the spotlight in the most mortifying way possible.

And then she was there, emerging from the wings, walking toward him with the easy grace he'd only seen in music videos and concert footage. Riley appeared from backstage, looking effortlessly stunning in a white silk crop top and high-waisted flared pants that accentuated her figure perfectly. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that was even more beautiful in person than on screen. The studio lights caught the subtle highlights in her hair, the gleam of her simple gold earrings, and the soft pink of her lips.

Joe's stomach dropped, a physical sensation like missing a step on a staircase. Pure, unadulterated panic coursed through him as the distance between them closed. He shot to his feet, operating on autopilot, his mom's voice in his head reminding him to stand when a woman entered the room.

She approached with a smile that seemed genuinely warm rather than the practiced expression of a celebrity forced into an uncomfortable situation. Up close, Joe noticed details he'd never been able to see on screens—the light dusting of freckles across her nose, the striking blue of her eyes, the small scar near her left eyebrow.

"Hi, how are you?" she asked as she leaned in for a quick hug, her voice softer in person than he'd expected.

The scent of her perfume—something subtle and warm, like vanilla and bergamot—briefly surrounded him as they embraced. Joe's brain short-circuited, processing the surreal reality that Riley Carter—*the* Riley Carter—was hugging him on national television after he'd just admitted to basically having a crush on her.

"Good. Huge fan, by the way," Joe managed, his voice slightly shaky, aware of how utterly inadequate the words were. *Huge fan*? Could he sound any more like a cliché?

"Thanks," Riley said warmly, showing no sign that she found this situation as bizarre as he did. She took her seat on the couch beside him, close enough that he could see the delicate gold bracelet on her wrist, could smell that subtle perfume again.

Jimmy clapped his hands together, clearly thrilled with the success of his surprise. "Alright, Joe, Riley, this is already off to a great start. Riley, I hope you don't mind, but I've been telling Joe all about you."

Riley turned to Joe, her brow raised playfully, a hint of mischief in her striking blue eyes. "Oh, really? Should I be worried?"

Joe chuckled nervously, hyperaware of the cameras capturing every expression, every movement. "Probably."

Jimmy laughed, leaning forward in his chair. "Joe's been very consistent tonight, Riley. Picked you over everyone. Kendall Jenner? Nope. Zendaya? Nope. It was Riley Carter every time. You're basically his MVP."

Joe fought the urge to slide down into the couch and disappear. This was beyond embarrassing—it was excruciating. Having his private thoughts broadcast not just to an audience but to the very person those thoughts centered on made him want to evaporate on the spot.

But Riley seemed to take it all in stride, grinning as she looked over at Joe with what appeared to be genuine amusement rather than discomfort. "Well, loyalty is important, right?"

Her easy response gave Joe a lifeline, something to grasp onto in this sea of mortification. "That's what I was going for," he replied, a small smile finding its way to his lips despite the circumstances. Maybe, just maybe, he could survive this.

Jimmy leaned forward, his voice dropping as if sharing a secret, though of course his microphone ensured the entire studio audience—and millions of viewers—could hear every word. "You know, Riley, Joe told me earlier that this is his worst nightmare."

Joe groaned, running a hand down his face, wishing he'd never confided that particular fear to the host during their pre-show chat. "Jimmy, don't do this to me," he pleaded, but there was no stopping the train now.

Riley laughed, the sound light and musical, clearly enjoying his discomfort but not in a malicious way. "Oh, really? And why's that, Joe?"

He glanced at her, his cheeks tinged red, feeling like he was back in high school being called on in class when he hadn't done the reading. "Uh... because now I look like a total idiot?"

"You're doing fine," she said, her voice soft and reassuring in a way that suggested she understood exactly how uncomfortable he was.

Jimmy clapped his hands, clearly pleased with the chemistry unfolding before him. "See? She thinks you're doing fine. That's progress! Alright, we've got to take a quick commercial break, but don't go anywhere—we'll be back with more from Joe Burrow and Riley Carter!"

As the red light on the main camera switched off, signaling they were no longer live, Joe exhaled heavily, his shoulders slumping slightly with the temporary reprieve. The studio lights remained bright, the audience still watching expectantly, but at least they had a moment's pause from the national spotlight.

The camera crew moved into position for the commercial break, adjusting equipment and checking angles. Jimmy turned his attention to a producer who had approached with a clipboard, leaving Joe and Riley with a moment to themselves on the couch.

Riley leaned slightly toward Joe, her voice low enough that only he could hear. "So, this is your worst nightmare, huh?"

The proximity, the subtle scent of her perfume, the direct eye contact—it was overwhelming in the best possible way. Joe exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You have no idea," he admitted, surprised by his own honesty.

She laughed softly, the sound more intimate now that it wasn't performative for an audience. "You know, I think it's sweet. I mean, you didn't know this was going to happen, right?"

Joe met her eyes, grateful for the understanding he found there. "Not at all. I thought I was just playing a dumb game for laughs. I didn't think you'd actually be here."

"Well, surprise," she said, smiling, a genuine warmth in her expression that made his chest tighten strangely. "It's not so bad, is it?"

Joe shrugged, a small grin tugging at his lips despite himself. "It could be worse. You could've said I was weird or something."

Riley tilted her head thoughtfully, her eyes studying his face in a way that made him feel simultaneously exposed and seen. "Weird? No. Nervous? Definitely. But it's kind of endearing."

The compliment caught him off guard, and Joe chuckled, running a hand through his carefully styled hair, probably ruining the makeup team's hard work. "Yeah, well, it's not every day you get ambushed by your celebrity crush on national TV."

The words escaped before he could filter them, his usual carefully maintained guard momentarily lowered by the surreal situation and Riley's disarming presence. As soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back, stuff the admission back into the private corner of his mind where it belonged.

Riley blinked, caught off guard by his honesty, before her lips curled into a slow smile that transformed her entire face. Something playful and pleased sparked in her blue eyes. "Celebrity crush, huh?"

Joe's face turned bright red, the heat spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. He looked away, focusing on a random spot on the stage floor. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Just a little," she teased, her voice laced with amusement but no judgment. "But don't worry—I'm flattered."

Before Joe could respond, Jimmy returned, clapping his hands together with renewed energy. "Alright, we're back, folks! Let's jump right back into it!"

The red light on the camera blinked on, and just like that, they were live again. Joe straightened slightly, trying to regain his composure as the interview continued.

The rest of the segment flowed more easily than Joe could have anticipated. The initial shock had worn off, and there was something about Riley's presence—the way she effortlessly filled silences, laughed at the right moments, and occasionally glanced at him with what seemed like genuine interest—that made the experience almost... enjoyable?

Riley talked about her new album and upcoming tour with her band, her passion evident in the way she leaned forward, hands animated as she described the creative process. Joe found himself watching her more than he should, captivated by the little details—the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was thinking, the slight crinkle around her eyes when she smiled genuinely.

When the conversation turned to him, Joe surprised himself by opening up about his plans for the offseason, including a long-overdue vacation in the Bahamas with his family. Normally, he kept such details vague, offering just enough to satisfy the question without revealing anything too personal. But something about the night—maybe the fact that his carefully constructed wall had already been breached—made it easier to share.

Despite his earlier nerves, Joe found himself relaxing more as the conversation went on. Riley laughed at his jokes, even the bad ones, and they shared a few lingering glances that left him wondering if she might actually be into him too—a possibility so far-fetched he could barely allow himself to consider it.

By the time the segment ended, Joe felt almost disappointed. He'd survived what he thought would be a nightmare, only to find it had transformed into something unexpectedly pleasant.

Jimmy stood to thank them both, his expression satisfied—he'd gotten exactly the kind of segment producers dream about. "Alright, let's give it up for Joe Burrow and Riley Carter, everyone! Thanks for being such good sports tonight!"

"Thanks for having us," Riley said with a bright smile, the picture of graciousness.

Joe, finding a bit of his usual humor despite the circumstances, added, "Yeah, this was... something. But I think I survived."

Jimmy laughed, already angling for a follow-up story. "You did great, Joe. Just make sure I get invited to the wedding someday."

The audience roared with approval, and Joe shook his head, laughing despite himself. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

As the cameras stopped rolling and the show moved to its next segment, Riley turned to him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Joe braced himself for the letdown, for the polite but distant thank you and goodbye that would signal the end of this strange interaction.

Instead, she surprised him. "See you backstage?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of hopefulness that sent a rush of something warm through his chest.

Joe nodded, trying not to look too eager. "Yeah. Definitely."

As they both rose and made their way off the stage, Joe felt a strange mixture of emotions—lingering embarrassment from the ambush, adrenaline from the live performance, and something else. Something that felt dangerously like hope.

Joe was a private person; this was something he worked very hard to maintain. Despite his career, he tried to keep his life as normal as possible. He carefully separated Joe Burrow the quarterback from Joe Burrow the person. He limited his social media presence, declined most endorsement deals that would put him in the spotlight more than necessary, and cultivated a small, tight-knit circle of trusted friends.

So, as he left the stage after what was probably the most humiliating interview of his life, Joe was crossing his fingers that Riley wasn't just pretending not to be weirded out by the whole thing. If she was weirded out, he'd have to retire immediately, move to a remote island, and never show his face in public again.

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but he was certain of one thing: he would never agree to another talk show again. No matter how much his agent insisted it was "good for his brand."

The backstage area was a maze of corridors, production equipment, and busy staff members. Joe nodded politely to various crew members as he made his way through the hallways, his signature navy varsity sweater with white collar and blue pants making him easily recognizable despite his attempts to slip by unnoticed. He grabbed his duffel bag from where his assistant had left it backstage, slung it over his shoulder, and considered his next move.

The logical thing would be to head straight back to his hotel, call his agent to complain about the ambush, and try to forget the whole embarrassing episode. But the thought of leaving without talking to Riley again felt wrong somehow.

As Joe rounded a corner, he spotted a sign with Riley's name on a dressing room door at the end of the hallway. He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Inside, he was a mess of nerves and uncertainty, but outwardly, he maintained the same cool composure he carried onto the field before big games. It was a skill he'd perfected years ago - never let them see you sweat.

Meanwhile, back on the stage, Riley turned to Jimmy with a playful but pointed glare as soon as the cameras were off.

"Alright, Jimmy, what the hell was that?" she asked, crossing her arms with a look that was half-amused, half-exasperated.

Jimmy laughed, throwing up his hands in mock defense, his expression utterly unrepentant. "Hey, don't blame me! I wasn't planning for things to go that well. I just thought it would be a fun little game—Joe's the one who went all-in on picking you every single time."

Riley shook her head, clearly flustered but unable to maintain real anger at the host's matchmaking attempt. "I mean, yeah, but still. You didn't warn me this was going to turn into a matchmaking ambush on live television."

Jimmy leaned in with a knowing grin, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Come on, admit it—you were into it. He was practically blushing the entire time! And don't think I didn't notice the way you kept sneaking glances at him."

The observation hit closer to home than Riley was comfortable acknowledging. She'd been genuinely charmed by Joe's obvious nervousness, by the unfiltered honesty that had slipped out when he admitted to his crush. It was refreshing—most men she met in the industry were all polished lines and practiced confidence. Joe's authenticity had caught her off guard in the best possible way.

"Jimmy," Riley groaned, wanting to end the conversation before the host could see too much in her reaction. "I am never coming on this show again."

"Oh, sure," he teased, clearly not believing her for a second. "Just make sure to thank me in your wedding toast."

Riley rolled her eyes, already heading for the door, but she couldn't quite suppress the smile that threatened to break through. "Goodbye, Jimmy."

"Goodbye, Riley! Love you!" Jimmy called after her with a laugh that followed her down the corridor.

As soon as Riley stepped into her dressing room, she was ambushed by her publicist, Jesse, who had been watching the segment on the monitor and was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Riley! Oh my God, that was amazing!" Jesse exclaimed, her dark curls bobbing as she gestured enthusiastically. "The way you two kept sneaking glances at each other? And the blushing? I mean, seriously, the entire audience was eating it up!"

Riley groaned, collapsing onto the plush couch as she covered her face with her hands, the cool metal of her rings pressing against her warm skin. "Please tell me it wasn't as bad as it felt."

"Bad? Are you kidding me? That was the stuff rom coms are made of," Jesse said, sitting on the armrest of the couch with a dramatic flourish, her tailored pantsuit crinkling slightly. "You were charming, he was adorable—it was perfect. Social media is already buzzing, by the way. 'Riley Carter and Joe Burrow' is trending."

Riley peeked out from behind her hands, narrowing her eyes at her publicist and longtime friend. "Seriously? That fast?"

"Uh, yeah." Jesse held up her phone, the screen illuminated with a flood of tweets and Instagram posts. "The second he turned bright red when you walked out, it was over for him. Everyone loves it. But forget Twitter for a second—did you see the way he looked at you? Riley, the man is smitten."

The thought sent a strange flutter through Riley's stomach, one she hadn't felt in a long time. She'd met plenty of attractive men over the years—fellow musicians, actors, models—but there was something about Joe Burrow's unassuming charm, the way he seemed almost reluctant to be in the spotlight despite his career, that intrigued her.

"Oh my God, Jesse, stop," Riley said, half-laughing, half-groaning as she pushed herself up from the couch.

Jesse smirked, smoothing her blazer as she stood. "Alright, fine. I'll stop. But only if you march down to his dressing room right now and give him your number."

Riley's eyes widened, a rush of unexpected nerves flooding her system. "What? No. That's not happening."

Despite her words, a part of her considered it. What was the harm? If nothing else, she'd have a funny story about the time she gave her number to Joe Burrow after Jimmy Fallon tried to set them up on national television.

"Okay, fine," Jesse said, crossing her arms with a determined expression that Riley recognized all too well. "Then he can come here. Either way, this is happening, because the energy between you two was insane, and if you don't do something about it, I will."

Riley opened her mouth to argue, to tell Jesse that she was being ridiculous, that whatever chemistry the audience thought they saw was just the product of an awkward situation handled with mutual grace. But before she could get the words out, there was a soft knock at the door.

The sound sliced through the room like a thunderclap despite its gentleness. Both women froze, staring at the door as if it might reveal its secrets without being opened.

Jesse's eyes lit up, and she gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Holy shit. What if it's him?"

"Stop," Riley hissed, suddenly feeling very aware of how fast her heart was beating. She sat frozen for a moment, her stomach doing somersaults, caught between hoping it was Joe and hoping it was literally anyone else.

"What are you waiting for? Go open it!" Jesse urged, waving her toward the door with frantic gestures.aving her toward the door with frantic gestures.

Taking a deep breath to calm her inexplicably racing heart, Riley stood, smoothed her hands down her pants, and crossed to the door. Her fingers hesitated on the handle for just a second before she pulled it open.

Standing in the hallway was Joe Burrow, his navy blue varsity-style sweater with white collar, dark blue pants, and white Converse sneakers making him look effortlessly cool. His stance exuded quiet confidence - one hand casually in his pocket, shoulders relaxed, posture perfect - the same easy self-assurance he displayed walking through stadium tunnels before games.

Inside, Joe's panic was at maximum level, his heart pounding against his ribs like it was trying to escape, thoughts racing through his mind at lightning speed. But none of this showed on his face. Outwardly, he maintained perfect composure, the same unflappable demeanor he'd perfected for high-pressure game situations. He leaned slightly against the doorframe with practiced nonchalance, his expression giving away nothing of the chaos inside.

"Hey," Joe said, his voice smooth and controlled, with just the right balance of confidence and warmth. "I, uh, just wanted to come by and say I'm really sorry about what happened out there. Jimmy kind of blindsided me."

Riley leaned against the doorframe, a small smile tugging at her lips. She was conscious of Jesse hovering just out of sight, no doubt drinking in every word of this interaction for future teasing material. "You don't have to apologize. Honestly, I thought it was kind of sweet."

Joe blinked, relief flickering across his face, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "You did?"

"Yeah," she said, her smile widening. "I mean, it was awkward, sure, but in a cute way. You handled it way better than I would've."

Joe laughed softly, glancing down at his shoes—expensive-looking leather loafers that somehow didn't seem like his style. "Well, I seriously considered running for the exit at one point."

Riley laughed, the sound genuine and unrestrained. "I believe that."

The moment felt lighter now, the initial awkwardness dissolving into something more comfortable. Joe looked back at her, a playful glint in his eye that she hadn't noticed during the interview. "So... I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that Jimmy was basically narrating my humiliation out there, but you seemed to handle it like a pro."

"Are you kidding? I was dying," Riley said, grinning. "You're the one who stayed cool the whole time."

Joe tilted his head, raising an eyebrow in a way that transformed his face, adding a mischievous quality to his otherwise clean-cut appearance. "Pretty sure sweating through my shirt doesn't count as staying cool."

Riley laughed again, shaking her head, one hand reaching up to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Fair enough. But still—it was fun. In a totally ridiculous way."

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, his smile softening into something more genuine, less performative. "Yeah, ridiculous sounds about right."

There was a beat of quiet between them, not awkward, but charged in the best way. The kind of silence that felt like its own conversation. Finally, Joe broke it, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"So, uh..." He hesitated, then let out a small laugh that betrayed his nervousness. "Man, I'm terrible at this."

"At what?" Riley asked, tilting her head, though she had a pretty good idea of what was coming next.

Joe took a breath, his gaze meeting hers directly, a determined set to his jaw like he was facing down a defensive line rather than asking a simple question. "I was wondering if maybe you'd want to grab dinner sometime. While you're in town, I mean."

Riley blinked, caught off guard but pleasantly surprised by his directness. She'd expected more hesitation, maybe even a non-committal suggestion to "keep in touch." "Dinner?"

"Yeah," Joe said quickly, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets, his eyes searching her face for clues to her thoughts. "No pressure or anything. I just thought... if you're free, maybe we could—"

"I'd love that," Riley interrupted, her smile soft but genuine. The decision felt right, spontaneous in a way she'd been trying to embrace more lately.

Joe paused, clearly not expecting that answer, his eyes widening slightly. "Really?"

"Really," Riley said with a small laugh, amused by his surprise. Was it so hard to believe she'd want to have dinner with him?

Joe's face lit up, a smile spreading across his features that transformed him completely. Gone was the careful, controlled athlete from the interview; in his place was someone younger, more open, almost boyishly pleased. He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it before handing it to her. "Here, put your number in?"

Riley took the phone with a nod, quickly typing in her number before handing it back to him. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, a brief moment of contact that shouldn't have registered but somehow did.

"There you go," she said, her tone teasing but kind.

Joe stared at the screen for a moment, her name now sitting there in his contacts, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. "Thanks. I, uh... I'll text you soon. For real."

"I'll hold you to that," Riley said with a smile that felt more genuine than most she'd given that day.

Joe hesitated for a moment, a brief internal debate playing out in his eyes, before he leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. The gesture was sweet, unexpected, and over almost as soon as it began. "Goodnight, Riley."

The brief contact left a warm spot on her skin, and Riley found herself momentarily at a loss for words. "Goodnight, Joe," she managed, her voice warm despite her surprise.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Riley leaned back against it with a soft sigh, her lips curling into a smile she couldn't fight if she tried. Behind her, Jesse let out a gleeful squeal that Riley chose to ignore, too caught up in replaying the last few minutes in her head.

A talk show ambush, a mutual admission of attraction, and a dinner date—all in one night. Not at all how she'd expected her evening to go when she'd agreed to appear on The Tonight Show.

But as she touched her fingers lightly to the spot where Joe's lips had brushed her cheek, Riley found herself looking forward to what might come next.

[charliedawn]

Imagine the nurse is pregnant. But she doesn't know who's the father is. Because she wasn't aware when it happen. How would the slasher react to this? (I love your y/n nurse x slasher patient sm!!)

Jason Voorhees

Jason would freeze when he hears the news. You’re pregnant ? And you don’t know who the father is ? His mind races. If there’s even a chance the baby is his, he’d feel incredibly responsible. Even if it’s not, he’d still be protective—hovering around you, making sure you’re resting, glaring at anyone who even thinks about stressing you out. He would also ask to rest his head on your belly to feel the baby kick. It would make his day.

Michael Myers

Michael would stare at you for an uncomfortably long time. Then, he’d calmly write in his notebook:

Whose ?

If you say you don’t know, he’d just stare harder. He wouldn’t ask again, but you’d feel the weight of his silent judgment. Still, like Jason, he’d be protective—just in his own creepy, ever-present way. Expect to wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing by your bed, watching over you like some kind of silent, overbearing guardian. But don’t you think he won’t find who gave you that baby. He will. It is only a question of time.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would panic. Firstly, he would be like…who did THAT with you ? Oh dear. What if it’s him ?! Wait…you never actually slept together. But you did like share a bed with him sometimes ! "But—but you sleep in my room ! What if it's mine ? What if—"

He would spiral, obsessing over whether or not the baby is his. If he’s not the father ? He’s throwing a tantrum. If he is ? He’s throwing a tantrum and refusing to let you out of his sight. Either way, he’s going to act like the baby is his regardless of the truth. New potential friend unlocked.

Bo Sinclair

Bo would laugh. A sharp, disbelieving laugh. "Damn, sweetheart, you really don’t know ? That’s somethin’. Like I would remember if I got laid and a tiny thin’ was now growin’ inside my belly ? Who dya think it is ?"

He’d act casual, but there’d be a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. Who the hell touched you ? The slashers had made a damn pact that no one was to get too close to you cause’ honestly ? A ray of sunshine like you ain’t found every five seconds. If he thinks he’s the father, he’ll start being way more touchy-feely and even talk to the baby in your belly. If he isn’t ? He might just hunt down every possible suspect and make them take damn responsibility.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent would go completely still. His hands would tighten, and he’d slowly tilt his head, as if trying to process what he just heard. His first instinct wouldn’t be jealousy—it would be concern. If you don’t know who the father is, then were you…taken advantage of ? He’d silently step closer, his protective instincts kicking in. If anyone makes you upset, he’s handling it. And if you were taken advantage of ? He’s making sure the whole Sinclair family gets to hunting down the animal. No mercy.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy would be obnoxious about it. "Damn, doll, not even a clue ? What, was it that good ?"

He’d tease you relentlessly, making jokes about baby names (all of them terrible) and offering to be the worst babysitter imaginable. But underneath all of that ? He’d be curious. Who’s the father ? And more importantly… why isn’t it him ? Because OBVIOUSLY it isn’t him…right ?

Pennywise

Pennywise would grin. "Ohhh, you don’t know ? What a mystery ! Should we find out the fun way ?"

Pennywise is ace. He doesn’t understand sexual attraction. He would be the only slasher you know for SURE didn’t do anything to you. But maybe with a little coaxing he would try stuff ? But not in a mating way, in a ‘you want it, fine’ kinda way. But he NEVER gets out of his suit. So really. Chances he impregnated you are close to 0%. He’d be way too entertained by the chaos of it all though.

Penny

Penny would howl with laughter. "You really don’t remember ? That’s hilarious !" He’d tease you, joke about it, but—he’d also become possessive if there was even a chance it was his. He’d start showing up more, acting unusually soft toward you, like he’s already preparing to be a dad. Because Penny already was before. He liked it. It hurt like hell when Kersh died but, he would be happy to have another chance at being a dad.

Norman Bates

Norman would immediately panic.

"Mother says…says you should know these things…making love is a rather intimate experience and to not remember it is quite concerning." His mind would go everywhere. If he thinks he’s the father, he’d be thrilled—but also terrified. What if he’s not good enough ? What if he ends up like his mother ? If he’s not the father ? He’d be…struggling. A lot. But also if he thinks you were abused ? Oh…He would HUNT that bastard down and make him regret ever being born.

Jack Torrance

Jack would take a deep breath and rub his temples. "Jesus Christ, Y/N."

Jack almost killed his last family. He doesn’t necessarily wish to reiterate the experience. However, he’d also be weirdly supportive—offering to bring you food, make sure you’re taking care of yourself, and making way too many dad jokes. But if he thought he was the father ? Oh boy. You’d have a very proud but chaotic dad on your hands. He’d be unsure, but also excited. He always wanted another child and he thought that being a ghost and all, it would be impossible…but he would be grateful for that second chance.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would just…blink. A lot. He’d process it very slowly. Then, if he thought he was the father, he’d immediately start taking care of you—making sure you eat enough, checking on you constantly. If he wasn’t ? He’d still do all of that, just while silently brooding in the background—wishing he was the lucky guy.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba would be excited. He’d start making baby clothes immediately, whether he’s the dad or not. He doesn’t care—he’s just happy you’re having a baby. He’d also be extra gentle with you, making sure you’re comfortable at all times.

Chucky (Charles Lee Ray)

Chucky would burst out laughing the second he hears the news.

"Holy shit, you really don't know ? That’s hysterical !" He’d absolutely tease you about it—nonstop. But the second he thinks there’s even a chance the baby could be his ? Oh, now it’s serious. "Alright, alright, let’s think about this—was there vodka involved ? Because if so, I might’ve had somethin’ to do with it." If it is his ? Oh, he’s absolutely bragging about it. He’d start calling the kid "Little Chuck", talking about how they’ll be a “killer” just like him. If it’s not his ? He’s still invested—just because the drama is too fun to ignore.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick would just…stare at you. No expression. No reaction. Just a long, intense stare. Then, he’d blink, take a deep breath, and adjust his tie. "You’re telling me you don’t know who the father is ? That’s…highly irresponsible of you, Y/N. You disappoint me." Unlike the others, Patrick wouldn’t get protective—he’d get calculating. He’d start analyzing everything. Your habits. Your schedule. Who you were around. He’d probably try to deduce the father using logic, like some kind of insane businessman-detective. "Who was the last man you were alone with ? Statistically speaking, there are only a few possibilities. Let’s break them down." If he even suspects it could be his ? He’d start questioning his entire life plan. He’d stare at himself in the mirror for hours, debating whether or not he could handle fatherhood. But if it’s not his ?

"Well. I hope you’ve at least considered terminating."

Yup. Classic Patrick.

[justiceforvillains]

Don't you care about the Casualties

➽ PAIRING : Vampire Bangchan x Fem Reader

➽ SUMMARY: The Kingdom maintained a fragile pact with vampires, promising no harm would come to either party—until the King's greed got the better of him. As punishment, the powerful vampire Lord Bang claims his firstborn child as his own, sealing the fate of the royal family in a cycle of vengeance and bloodshed. Twenty-four years later, Bang's son, Chan, discovers the king's daughter, Y/N, who is blissfully unaware of her family's dark history, setting the stage for a clash between human innocence and vampire vengeance.

➽ WARNINGS : Non

[Part 1]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest in a golden glow, Chan crept through the dense underbrush, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. His dead heart almost thumped heavily in his chest, a concoction of emotions swirling within him. Anger and disgust surged as he neared the small wooden hut where supposedly Minho saw the escaped King and his family Living in, the laughter echoing like a hollow bell in the silent woods.

From the shadows, he could see her, Watching her tend to a patch of vibrant flowers, her delicate fingers brushing against the petals, lips curling into an innocent smile. She was a vision of carefree joy, utterly ignorant of the shadows that loomed closer.

But way too soon he could see that she noticed that someone was watching her with the way she kept looking around, She might not be as stupid as he thought, a jolt of recognition coursed through Chan. Those eyes—the same striking hue as the blood that cried out for vengeance—captured him momentarily.

Chan’s expression hardened, and the disgust he felt emanated like heat from his skin. How could she embody such innocence while bearing the mark of her Family's sin? He took a step back, wrestled momentarily with the turmoil inside him, when suddenly, Y/N's voice sliced through the tension.

“Anyone here?!” she called out, “You don't have to be scared!”

Chan’s lips curled into a smirk, scared? HIM of HER?!

a wicked plan igniting in the recesses of his mind. Her naivety was almost amusing; it seems she thought of him as some kind of helpless animal.

A flicker of amusement danced in his crimson eyes while a darker thought simmered just beneath the surface. How easier it would be to weave his way into her life and use her, the daughter of the king, as a pawn in his father’s revenge.

and with that he made up his mind smiling evilly as he emerged from the shadows

he stepped into the slanting rays of dusk, letting his mask of friendliness settle around his features. “I’m sorry to intrude,” he said, his voice low and laced with uncertainty. “I think I might have lost my way.”

She regarded him with a mix of caution and curiosity. “And what brings you this far into the woods?”

“I was looking for shelter,” he admitted, trying to keep his expression earnest. “I…I didn’t mean to stumble into your garden.”

As she studied him, Chan felt his heart race. He hadn't abandoned his plan for revenge, no. Instead, He will betray her just as her father did. “I’ve been wandering for far too long,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t have much—just the clothes on my back and… the hope that someone might help me find my way again.”

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, and her defensive posture loosened a fraction. “Where do you want to go?”

He took a hesitant step closer. “there should be a Village here somewhere”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her brows knitting together in thought. “There is a village not too far from here,” she said, her voice warmer now. “I can show you the way if you’d like.”

As the words fell from her lips, a flicker of triumph coursed through Chan. He had struck the right chord; the innocent girl, so eager to help, was completely unaware of the darkness he harbored within him. “That would be wonderful,” he replied, injecting a hint of sincerity into his tone.

She smiled, and with an inviting gesture, she turned toward a narrow path that meandered deeper into the woods. Chan fell into step beside her, his heart racing—not from the thrill of danger, but from the satisfaction of his calculated deceit.

“Thank you for your kindness,” he said earnestly, deliberately keeping his tone soft and appreciative. “In times like these, it’s rare to find someone willing to help a stranger.”

Y/N glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with empathy. “Well, everyone deserves a little kindness, don’t you think? Especially in these troubled times.”

As they walked, the forest around them began to change, the dense trees giving way to a clearer path. Rays of twilight filtered through the leaves, creating a dappled pattern on the ground. Chan could feel the weight of his plan pressing down on him like the thickening night air.

“So, what’s your name?” Y/N asked, breaking the silence as they emerged into a small clearing.

"Chan," he replied smoothly, allowing himself a brief smile. “And you?”

“Y/N,” she answered, her cheeks flushing slightly. It was as if just saying her name made her bloom even more in the fading light—a simplistic beauty that belied the complexity of the world around them.

As they continued walking, Chan studied her profile, the innocence still radiating off her like a protective shield. Yet he could see the shadows that haunted her family, the burdens she carried unknowingly. It made his resolve all the stronger. He would not only take his father’s revenge; he would turn this woman's world upside down.

“What made you venture out here alone?” he asked, feigning curiosity.

Y/N chuckled lightly. “I often come here to escape���to enjoy the beauty of nature. There’s something calming about being surrounded by these trees and flowers.” She paused, glancing back at her garden, now a distant memory. “And it reminds me that there’s still goodness in the world, despite everything happening beyond the forest.”

Chan’s expression darkened momentarily as her words struck a nerve. Goodness? All he saw was betrayal and greed in this kingdom, all rooted in the bloodline she belonged to. But he quickly masked his emotions, forcing a sympathetic look as he replied, “It’s a beautiful way to look at things.”

As they approached the perimeter of the village, the air was filled with the sounds of life—laughter, music, and distant chatter. It felt foreign to him, a world that seemed untouched by the vendetta he carried.

“Here we are,” Y/N announced, her excitement infectious as she pointed toward the cluster of quaint, thatched-roof houses nestled among small gardens dotted with herbs and vegetables. “This is the village. It’s small but full of wonderful people.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You’ve saved me a long trip,” he said, meaning every word and yet spinning a web of lies in the same breath.

She turned to him, a look of concern suddenly clouding her features. “You’ll be careful, won’t you? The villagers can be a bit wary of strangers.”

Chan nodded, an easy smile gracing his lips. “I promise, I’ll be mindful.”

As they reached the edge of the village, his heart raced with anticipation, the plan carefully laid in his mind. With every step he took, the weight of betrayal grew lighter, overshadowed by the promise of vengeance.

“I should go,” she said hesitantly, her gaze lingering on him. “I don’t want them to worry.”

“Wait,” he said, reaching out to gently grip her arm. “Could we not see each other again? Perhaps I could visit your garden sometime? I’d love to see it in full bloom.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with surprise but flickered with excitement. “I’d like that,” she replied softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks "I always wanted a friend!" She pulled away, leaving a spark of connection lingering in the air between them. “Be safe, Chan.”

As she turned to leave, Chan watched her vanish into the village, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He felt the thrill of the game begin anew, and the pieces of his plan slipping into place. She was just a pawn in his father’s game, He will avenge his family, even if it means destroying someone innocent along with it.

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I know it's been a long time since i posted, i don't really like this chapter tbh, i will try to keep updating tho!

[Part 1]

✦ Masterlist ✦

Taglist: @captainchrisstan @eastjonowhere @wazupitsmeh

[bookshelf-in-progress]

A Father's Heart: A Beauty and the Beast Retelling

For the Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge at @inklings-challenge

Let me tell you, I sure confused that Beast when I returned. Have you ever seen a cat pounce on its own tail? That was the look of confusion the Beast had when he saw me in his palace. Only this cat was enormous—standing seven feet tall on his hind legs—black as soot, with claws this long, and a mouth full of teeth like butcher knives.

"Where is your daughter?" he asked me. Yes, that's what he sounded like—all deep and raspy, like he was growling and purring beneath his words.

"At home," I said.

"You did not bring her?"

“You told me,” I told him, "that I could return to be devoured or send her to take my place. I returned.”

"She did not wish to save you?"

“I never told her. Do you think I could lay that kind of burden upon my own daughter? What sort of father do you take me for?”

He had taken me for a cowardly one, I guess, because it took me a long time to convince him that my daughters were all safely at home, and I didn't plan to fetch any of them. He didn't seem to know what to do with me after that. He wasn't as bloodthirsty as I'd have expected someone with that many teeth to be.

"You will be my guest," he said at last—and he didn't seem too glad about saying it. No doubt he'd have preferred a pretty young girl as a houseguest to a weathered old sailor. But he gave me run of the place—I could help myself to anything, go anywhere I pleased. I didn't understand it. He'd been ready to kill me for a rose, and now he was giving me everything in the house?

I wasn't about to complain, though, so I set about to enjoy the place. The Beast encouraged me to enjoy the luxuries of the palace, but I've always been a working man—I didn't fancy living the life of an idle aristocrat. Before the week was out, I was working in the gardens—the place was overgrown like you wouldn't believe. When I wanted a rest, I'd explore the castle, and boy, was there plenty to see. He had rooms upon rooms of treasures—paintings, silks, wines, musical instruments, even an entire room full of exotic birds! I'd made my living selling such things, and my head swam at the sight of it—a tenth of it would have been worth more than all the riches I could have transported in ten lifetimes.

I didn't make my fortune by having dull wits, and I didn't lose it for lack of courage, so it wasn't long before I began to piece together the truth of this place and confronted the Beast with it.

"How long have you been cursed, your highness?" I asked him one evening at supper.

That great big cat was so shocked he knocked a wine bottle off the table. "Who says I am cursed?"

"Blazes, man, I'm not blind! This palace is worth more than most of the kingdoms of the world put together. If there was a king out there this rich, you can bet every merchant in the world would know of him. He'd have destroyed the world's economy. Fairy magic's the only way you get a horde like this, but you, sir, are no fairy."

Now the Beast seemed intrigued. "How do you know that?"

"A fairy would never have let me live—if he promised to kill me, he'd have killed me. No mercy among their kind. Only a human could have changed his mind like that—for which I'm very grateful, by the way."

"You're welcome," he said, seeming dazed.

I went on, "You're definitely more than a dumb beast; you walk and talk and dress like a man, so it stands to reason you were a man once—that furry coat of yours is just some fairy shell. Same way all these riches are probably just dirt and ashes once you take away the magic. Which means you must have run afoul of a fairy sometime in your past, who decided to curse you with an animal body and then trap you in a palace full of false riches."

I looked at the furnishings, the food, the Beast's clothes—everything spoke of royalty. "Fairies always meddle with royals, so you must have been a prince. The seventh son of the king of Gher went missing just before I went on my last voyage, so I'd wager that he is you. Am I right?"

The Beast goggled. "I…can't say."

"Which means I'm right. No fairy worth his salt would let you say you were cursed. Which means all I have to do is figure out how to break it. Those fairies always give you a way out—the more improbable the better."

I came around to his side of the table so I could walk around him and examine him from all angles. "You were disappointed when I came—you wanted one of my daughters, not me. When I did come, you didn't seem too keen on killling me—which makes me think it was an empty threat, trying to convince me to send my daughter instead. Which means she must be the way to break the curse. What can she do that I can't? Easy—true love. No fairy would think a girl could love a hulking monster like you, so that would be their impossible way to break the curse. You needed, what—true love? Marriage?"

"I can't say," the Beast said, but I knew by his face that I'd hit upon the right answer.

"That makes things simple. You let me out once before. Let me go home again and fetch one of my girls, tell her there's a prince waiting for her, and bring her back to join you in wedded bliss."

He seemed genuinely horrified by that. "I…can't say."

"Oh, of course. It won't count if she knows you're a prince. Well, I'll leave that part out. Tell her that the Beast who spared my life is in need of more company. With a bit of time and a bit of encouragement from her old dad, we'll have you back in human form by Christmas."

He thought it was worth a try, and something he could arrange with the conditions of his curse. So I went home to my children, convinced my sons not to follow me to slay the Beast, and made the castle sound intriguing enough that all three of my girls agreed to join me. I thought that maybe Hope would be the one to break the curse—she's always been the boldest of my girls—but it turned out that my quiet, gentle Beauty brought out the soft side of the Beast. It was the cutest thing you ever saw, the way they'd sit together reading in the rose gardens, that great big cat as shy as a schoolboy with her.

It wasn't three weeks before the Beast worked up the courage to propose—and my Beauty accepted without hesitation. Then there was blinding light and earthquakes, and when the dust cleared, the palace was gone. We were standing in a clearing in the woods—and a black-haired prince stood where the black-haired Beast had once been.

He's an excellent boy—I'll be proud to call him a son. He doesn't mind at all that his bride's the daughter of a failed merchant or that she once worked on a farm. We'll all be moving to his palace across the sea to live as honored members of the family.

Which is why we're moving out on such short notice—his highness doesn't want to be away from his kingdom any longer than he has to. I'm sure you'll find someone else to take the old place off your hands.

No, you don't have to believe me, but it's much better if you do. You'll look much less like a fool once it comes out that it's all true.

[misssymina]

Yes, Kitten ? (Sylus x MC)

Disclaimer : MC has a cat girl. I tried to picture Sylus as best as I could, sorry if it's a bit OOC.

↑ Those are the insipiration btw. I just wanted to write a soft drabble about Sylus being loved by a kitten (knowing how much cats love to hate him). I imagine Sylus would be really happy to be loved by a kitten that keeps seeking him out and being clingy towards him, though he might be a bit shocked at first. And the fact that that cat is yours just makes it better.

TW : there is none, it's just fluff. Slightly jealous MC.

You've never thought of getting a cat for yourself, really. Considering your job and the amount of time it took from you, you always thought having a cat would be irresponsable.

You took a breather after fighting wanderers all day. As you laid down to rest, you heard a rustle being the bushes. On alert and pissed that another wanderer may have found you, you pointed your gun towards it, unmoving. You tried to steady your breath and focused on reacting at the right time. As it was moving closer and closer to you, you tightened the grip around your gun. You nearly pressed on the trigger but stopped right before shooting.

It wasn't a wanderer.

But a frightened kitten, meowling loudly as it made its way to you. It scratched your leg, pleading.

And for some reason, your heart ached for this sweet furrball.

You promised yourself that you won't keep it, you just wanted to help it. You took it to the vet the next morning. After a health checkup, the vet informed you that the stray kitten was in fact a girl and that she was doing well. "You just need to carefully feed her with some nutritive food and give her the antibiotics needed to reduce the infection in her wounds". And you promised yourself that no matter how much that cute kitten was clinging to you, you would bring her to a shelter where she would be taken care off. But no matter how much you tried, she kept screaming and crying, begging you to keep her. So you gave in. You grew found of her and loved her, trying to make as much time for her as possible. You couldn’t help but spoil her rotten.

And as cute and lovely she was to you, you knew her to not be very kind to strangers. She easily gets scared, and won't hesitate to hiss and scratch. None of your friends or coworkers managed to get close to her, aside from Tara who managed to pat her for a bit but your kitten never willingly let herself be carried. And they would all joke about how much she ressembles you. You often pretended to be offended and point out how nice and helpful you were to everyone. But your friends brushed it all off, "like owner, like pet" they would say.

As your kitten was nestled in your arms in front of them, Nero kept staring at her, sadness plastered on his face, sighing loudly.

"Well, be grateful to at least be around her. She doesn't like people" you said pointing your finger at him, as if to make your point across "she is picky with who she lets close".

"That's exactly what I mean" he responded deadpan and then he looked back at your kitten with grief, his shoulders slumped "but she is so cute, do you think she will come to love me one day ?" he asked pouting, thrusting out is lower lip so much it made you laugh a little.

"I do wonder which one of you she will come to love first." You asked yourself patting your kitten’s head.

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That's why the first time you let Sylus into your appartment, you were slightly anxious. It’s not the first time Sylus came by, but it wasn't just your home now. You hoped your kitten won't be too scared of him considering his intimidating aura or pissed by his arrogance. You knew Sylus was an absolute sweetheart to animals, but you were still scared of what your kitten’s first impression of him will be. You didn't mind her not liking people in general but you still wished she would accept Sylus, or least tolerate him.

And because people kept pointing out how much you're both alike, your first encounter with Sylus kept replaying in you mind and you winced at the thought. Yeah, we might have to work on it a little.

Arriving at your front door, you explained once again to Sylus how to act in front of your kitten. "She is scared of everyone, really. Please don't take it to heart, just give her some time."

"As if I have never dealt with another fierce kitten before" he teased, his head on your shoulder "And a stubborn one at that" he continued kissing your cheek.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder lightly "you're silly" you rolled your eyes "but I'm being serious now".

Sylus looked at you, smiling "your worry too much, it can't be that bad. Should I use my own methods on her ? Would gifts help sooth her ? Or is she as merciless as her master is ?" he nudges his nose against your cheek, teasing. That man, really.

"As long as you don't scare her" you said back, whispering at his lips "I don't mind your methods" you kissed him and unlocked your door. He raised a brow at your, a challenging look on his face.

Your could hear your kitten already meowling on the other side of the door. As soon as you opened it, she rubbed herself against your leg, happy to see you back home. You immediatly crouched down to pat her and take her in you arms, entering the appartment to let Sylus come in behind you.

"I guess it’s time for some presentation" you turned to face Sylus "Sylus, this is my sweet angel" you said kissing her lightly "and sweet angel, this is my boyfriend Sylus".

Sylus stared at your cat at first, as if trying to understand its way of thinking. He then tried to approach her but she hissed back at him and growled. Unbothered by her reaction towards him and seemingly used to this kind of treatment, Sylus just huffed and crossed his arms "You spoil her too much. She has your bad attitude"

You mouth fell open, shocked "No she doesn’t. She is the sweetest. She is just picky."

"And in my book" Sylus took a higher pitch "it’s called ‘like owner, like pet’".

You blinked, your mouth agape. Did he just mock you ?

You narrowed your eyes at him "Your horse has terrible temper. My kitten is just picky. She's being careful, that’s not the same" you pointed your finger menacingly at him "beware or I am making her chase you out of my appartment"

"I am soo scared." He said slowly approaching you, a mischevious look on his eyes.

Not wanting to give in to his antics. You turn your back at him and put down your kitten on the couch. You take off your coat gesturing Sylus to do the same. As you passed by him, you approached him and yank him down to meet your eyes "don't forget you're in my territory now. And contrary to last time, I have backup."

"Your territory ? I thought we already settled that last time" you couldn't help but blush, remembering the make-out session you both had on your kitchen counter 'last time'.

"You've been warned" you tried to glare at him but you knew Sylus wouldn't be frightened by it. You pushed him back, wanting to get away from him before giving in. That man might be the death of you someday.

Trying to ignore the flush of your face and your agitated state, you went to the sink to wash your hands. After gaining some sense of composure, you tried to change the subject "Is there anything you want to eat in particular tonight ?" you asked him.

"What are you proposing ?" from the corner of your eyes you saw Sylus leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, staring at you.

"Let me take a look" you opened the frigde, trying to act as normal and calm as possible and ignoring your loud heartbeats. His teasing always got you but seeing him so confortable in your own appartment did things to you.

"I can make some salad, if you want" you craved for something light and fresh "but not sure I have something for dessert though" you said a little bit embarrassed "I ate everything yesterday".

"I don’t mind. I’m sure we could settle for something sweet for the dessert."

You gulped dryly, almost chocking on your own spit. Yup, definitily the death of you.

As you took out the ingredients from the fridge, Sylus came next to you to wash his hand. He signed you to let him help you wash the vegetables. As you were patiently waiting for him, you heard your cat meowling loudly. Pretty scared that something might have happened or that she was angry by Sylus apparence in your kitchen, your searched for her worriedly. And as you looked for her, you saw her standing next to Sylus, looking at him with the most pleading eyes you’ve seen her make to someone. 

Sylus first look at her then at you, his eyebrows raised, a playful look on his face. Then she meowled again more loudly, rubbing herself against Sylus' leg. She never did that and certainly not to a stranger. You tried to brush it off.

"She can be quite a lot, sorry."

Sylus shook his head, laughing "it’s fine. I guess I won’t have only one kitten to take care of tonight"

If you could pretend to not be affected by his words earlier, you certainly were know. But you cat's meowls helped you keep you grounded and not embarrass yourself in front of him.

You called her out, distressed by her tantrum, hoping she would get the message. "Be nice" you grumbled softly "he is a guest". As you scolded her, Sylus crounched down to pat her. "Be careful, she could scratch you. Or bite you". For some reason you felt incredibly defensive towards each of them.

Sylus smiled at you, softened by your care for him. He presented once again his fingers to your kitten for her to sniff before she eagirly rubbed herself against his hand, purring loudly. He patted her a bit before she tried to jump into his arms, a paw against his tight and another on his torso. He quickly lifted her up as she nestled against him. You looked at the both of them dumbfounded and at a loss of words. Everything was working better than you imagined.

He looked at your with raised eyebrows, his eyes wide and surprised, his smile growing bigger. You couldn’t help but stare at him and the way he was so gentle with her. You rarely saw the happy look Sylus' had on his face right now, one of the purest sight you've seen since meeting him. But his expression quickly changed into a cocky one as he looked back at you. "I guess I won't have to work my way through her heart that much. Like owner, like pet, huh ?"

You prayed for God to have mercy on your soul, because this sight nearly made you combust. As surprised as you were, seeing them bounding really stired up something inside of you. Those two might be the death of you tonight.

"I guess she doesn’t hate you" you said lightly, shrugging off your shoulders trying to play it cool and stay focused on the task at hand. As if you weren't scared earlier that your cat might try to make Sylus her next meal.

"I’m pretty sure she adores me at this point" he said almost purring. With Sylus smart mouth and confidence back, you knew you won't hear the end of it. You looked back at both of them and it reminded you of the time you and Sylus went to feed the cats. "Do you want to feed her ?"

Sylus looked at you "whatever the kitten wants" he said as he scratched her chin. You were sure he wasn’t only talking about her. "She does deserve a reward after for being so sweet and polite after all" he walked away and searched for something in his blazer. He took out a can of food, the same brand you told him your kitten loved. "her food is right here" you said pointing at your cat food spot "you can feed her there". You absoluteley didn’t mind your cat eating in the kitchen, but your heart couldn’t stand the both of them right now. You took a good minute to compose yourself before returning to your task.

-----

"Come here, kitten" you suddenly straighten up as Sylus calls out for you, his voice soft and velvety.

You walked towards him nonchalantly, trying to come up with some sly retort. Once you arrived in the livingroom, you stopped completely in your tracks.

Sylus wasn’t actually calling out for you.

He was slouched over your kitten, his hands gently spread towards her. She didn’t even fight against his graps and just let herself be put on his laps. You felt your face turn red from embarrassment.

Sylus just used the same nickname for you to your cat, it's fine, you told yourself. You wanted to make a run from it, to escape the awkwardness that situation might bring if Sylus sees you. But as you turned around, Sylus eyes landed on you. By the look on your face, he frowned and stood up, ready to come and help you.

He nearly asked you what was wrong but Sylus was a clever man. Too clever for your own good in that situation. Seeing with the way you looked at both him and your kitten ? He quickly understood. Damn him.

"So you can come to me if I actually call out for you, kitten ?" He tapped a finger against his temple, his smirk too wide for your liking "that’s tremendous information. I'm keeping that in mind for next time."

You bite the inside of your cheek trying to hold yourself back and not embarrass yourself further. But you knew you failed miserably as your entire face was flushed red. You didn't dare to look at Sylus and just turned around.

"The intel I have on you would make rampage in the dark web. Don’t act so smooth as if you don’t have anything to hide. I pretty sure your soft spot for straight kittens would please your ennemies. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you both were good since I didn't hear from you for some time"

"Wouldn't that be a good sign ?"

"I don't know. Maybe she would have biten off that smug tongue of yours."

Sylus didn't say anything back but you knew he was ecstatic. "Well, I'm going back to the kitchen. Tell me if you need anything."

----

You felt Sylus arms wrap around you, his lips kissing the back of your head.

"You will always be my favorite kitten." he whispered into your ear.

"How come ? you know other kitten ? How many ?" you tried to sound mad but a smile spread accross your face when you felt Sylus pressing himself further against you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

"Not much really. One's a cute furball" your kitten meowled loudly as if she knew you two were talking about her "But... the other, this one I can't seem to get away from… and she is the one I adore" he said sweetly, turning you around to kiss you, blocking you against the kitchen counter.

"And-" you said trying to part your lips from him "you think that will-" Sylus put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head back to deepen the kiss "make me-" he slipped his tongue between your lips.

After a moment he finally parted slightly from you "forgive you ?"

Sylus kisses always felt good. Gosh his lips of his were blessed and crafted by God himself but cursed and polished by some sort of demon. Something about his kisses were soft and sweet but also deeply passionate and dizzying, always making you breathless.

"How should I earn your forgiveness then, my lady ?" he asked teasingly, brushing your nose with his.

"I don't know" you bite your lips looking up at him, you wanted him to work for it "should i even consider forgiving you ?"

Sylus slightly frowned. You smiled, hugging his waist "what do you have in mind ?"

"Anything you want" he whispered against your lips.

"Shouldn't you be careful before making this kind of proposal ?"

Sylus tucked your hair behind your ear, a beautiful smile drawing on his features. "Do you plan on finally being greedy with me ? I wouldn't ask for much."

You pretended to think for a little. "And if I say I just wanted to cuddle and watch films ? Would you mind ?"

"Sounds amazing to me, sweetheart." he said kissing you once again.

Sylus never mind going by your every whims and demands. He actually loved it. As much as you loved spoiling your cat, Sylus loved spoiling his own kitten rotten. Having you asking him for things, spending time with him, leaning on him, clinging to him was more than he could ever ask for. And God knew he didn't ask for much. So he didn't mind you making a fuss or acting mad or being greedy, because nothing made him happier than seeing you finally claiming him as your own.

[irenereru]

What about IDW Stone?

What would happen in the metal virus arc?

Well, well, well...

I think this depends on if Stone works for Eggman before the Metal Virus arc, or if he's introduced with the Metal Virus arc.

Let's explore both, shall we? ;D

If Stone had been present before the Metal Virus arc, we first need to tackle a few things: 1- What happened before this? 2- How does Starline fit into all of this? I think Stone would've found Eggman around the same time as Sonic and Shadow. However, upon finding out he has amnesia, Stone simply stays near him and makes sure he's safe.

But... Once Tinker makes Belle, she and Stone start to bond a little. Maybe Belle asked Stone to take her somewhere to get more wood for their workshop.

And that's when Rough and Tumble take Tinker away.

Upon finding out Eggman's away, he tells Belle to stay at home safe, and that he'll go find him.

And Stone reaches the base Starline's keeping him around the same time Metal Sonic does. Eggman recovers his memories, and the Metal Virus arc begins.

Now, let's talk Stone and Starline, cause I think this would be very interesting.

Starline shows up, seven Chaos Emeralds in hand, praising Eggman non-stop. For some time, Starline takes up Stone's place as Eggman's main assistant, which does kind of upset Stone, but he still keeps doing his job and all that.

Eggman begins his Metal Virus attacks, Sonic is infected, chaos is spread... And then we reach what would be IDW's issue 23.

Starline feels disappointed about Eggman, and how "the man simply doesn't meassure up".

Sonic jumps out at Eggman to try and infect him, but in that moment, instead of falling off, Stone interveens, kicking Sonic away in order to protect Eggman, and falls with Sonic.

Of course, Eggman quickly grabs Stone with a claw extending from his EggMobile, and the trio fly away, leaving Sonic to be consumed by the hoard.

However, upon getting back to their base... Stone finds out he's infected, and tells Eggman.

Now comes the big riff:

Starline insists on just kicking him out of the base, and how he's a liability to them.

Eggman, however, refuses.

Stone has been there for him for who knows how many years (Let's say, since Sonic Adventure 2, Stone being introduced as a G.U.N. agent that jumps ship and is who gives Eggman all the information about Project Shadow and his grandfather), and if Eggman does have something, is that if you do not betray him and stick by his side, he will stay by your side too (See, once again, SA2, and how he tells Shadow to continue their plans if anything happened to him in his confrontation aboard the ARK with Sonic and Tails).

So, Eggman takes Stone and puts him in a capsule, and promises to actually find a cure for him. Starline, however, gets worried that Sonic and friends could get a hold of said cure, making their efforts unnecessary (I am guessing Starline came with a reasoning as to why Eggman hadn't made a cure yet).

They, however, still have the issue that they can't control the Zombots. So Starline brings over the Zeti.

From this point onward, the story stays relatively simmilar (Starline loses control of the Zeti, Eggman fires him as his assistant, Eggman and Sonic team up to figure out a cure), with just a small change at the end: Instead of Eggman being zombotified by Froggy, it's a fully infected Stone the one that does so (Zavok is just that much of an asshole and knew that would hurt Eggman extra, specially due to the fact that Eggman never saw Stone fully zombotified, just partially).

Sonic, Metal and Silver team up, get rid of the Metal Virus, happy ending.

Stone does ask about Starline upon regaining conciousness, wondering where he was. Eggman just says that "he betrayed them" and doesn't mention Starline again.

That's for Stone being an established character before the Metal virus arc.

Let's now talk about Stone being introduced in the Metal Virus arc.

Taking the idea of the Sonic world being occupied by just animals (Since we don't see any other human in IDW), Eggman and Starline just move forward with the Metal Virus plans.

Things, however, make a slight change in issue 23.

Upon falling into the zombot hoard, Eggman is surronded by them. However, just as he's about to be touched by one...

BAM! A human just appears in the middle of nowhere. He calls out to Eggman, and makes his way through the Zombots, keeping them at bay as Eggman follows the stranger into a house.

Eggman is surprised to find another human, but more so that someone would help him in the midst of the Metal Virus crisis.

Stone introduces himself, and explains how he has been on the run for many years, being treated poorly by the towns and cities populated by animals, and having to hide most of the time.

As he explains this, though, he plumets down in excruciating pain. Eggman is about to try and tend to him, but noticed that he's infected.

Stone, however, mentions that it's already been several days since he was infected. It seems like the Metal Virus, for some reason, spreads slower on humans. But, it causes an inmense pain as it does.

Eggman decides to try and help Stone if he allows himself to be a guinea pig to further their research into the Metal Virus, in an attempt to figure out how to control the Zombots.

He agrees, and it's then that Starline calls out from outside the house. At first, he lets Eggman get on to his ship, but refuses to allow Stone anywhere near. In the end he gives in to Eggman's wishes and just takes Stone tied to a rope, dangling off his ship.

From this point on, things remain relatively the same (Stone is taken into a capsule, Starline brings in the Zeti, Sonic and Eggman team up, Sonic/Metal/Silver save the day).

This time, though. Stone was never taken out of the capsule. So when Eggman returns to his base, he finds the man there, cured. Stone, not knowing what had happened, simply believes Eggman when he tells him that he's obviously the one that created the cure, and how they wouldn't have made it without him and Metal Sonic.

Now that he has also fired Starline, he offers his position to Stone, and he excitedly agrees, becoming a main staple in the story.

And that's what I've got! I hope you liked my small idea, anon! <3

[npuppet]

LaDs rambles #6

Songs/mini playlists I think fit each LI + YouTube links (I don’t have Spotify)

‼️A lot of songs are explicit so listen at your own digression‼️

⭐️ are personal favorites (recommended)

(It starts out with overused Insta songs lol) (I branch into more niche songs out I promise)

Zayne:

Disease by Lady Gaga (obv) (“I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease, If you were a sinner I could make you believe”) (die Astra)

⭐️Digital Silence by Peter McPoland (what if Foreseer was in modern time and was a desperate to warn MC of her future?) (“They’re gonna blind date everyone until you love them too”)

Arcade by Duncan Laurence (“Loving you is a losing game” huh? Man)

Wash. by Bon Iver (“Where ice snaps and the hold clast are known”) (It just fits the calmness he has I dunno)

Changing of the Seasons by Two Door Cinema Club (not because he fell out of love with MC but he doesn’t seem to remember as much as the other LI’s) (“The door is open, you whispered to me, As you stood frozen in deep uncertainty”)

Christmas Kids by Roar (“The Christmas kids were nothing but a gift, And love is a tower where all of us can live”) (just thinking if Zayne did remember)

⭐️Cursed Romantics by Maude Latour (bc who said Zayne can’t be girlypop?) (“‘Cause I’m obsessive when you call me “baby”, Your love is poison and no don’t can save me”)

Heavy Eyes by Zach Bryan (I just know Zayne would have tired eyes if he didn’t deal with his myth trauma right) (“Remember all the days we had, I say it ain’t so bad, Keep those heavy eyes soft and kind”)

⭐️Am I Dreaming by Metro Boomin, A$AP Rocky and Roisee (Dawnbreaker and Zayne) (“One of a kind, one of one, the only one, Got one shot and one chance to take it once”)

Rest of the LI’s under the cut

Caleb:

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens (based on Caleb and MC being experimented on and MC dying over and over, tragic and existential) (“What could I have said to raise you from the dead?…And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right”) 🙂

⭐️i am not who i was by Chance Peña (“so if I fly to far, Will I still have a place inside your heart?…Will you love me for who I am not who I was”) (it’s him, it’s Caleb)

SPIT IN MY FACE! by ThxSoMch (man will do and tolerate anything to be with MC I mean) (“I don’t know what to say except you’re mine mine mine mine mine”)

⭐️Nobody’s Solider by Hozier (this song fits him like a glove, like his whole deal is that he’s trying to wrestle control back in his life) (“Holding my world together with a bootstring, Living the dream”)

Freaks by Surf Course (after he left MC in the explosion) (“My head is filled with parasites, Black holes cover up my eyes”)

Broken by lovelytheband (“I like that your lonely, Lonely like me, I could be lonely with you”) (our obsessive king)

⭐️Tangerine by Glass Animals (he would get on his knees anyways-) (“You only look at me properly now, When you’re drunk watching movies, Where are you? What happened?”)

Sweet Talk by Saint Motel (at this point I think I’m just giving him a degradation kink…) (“Yeah, well, I’m not scared, I’m not going nowhere, Yeah, you might want me to drop dead, but I dont even care”)

She Said No by BoyWithUke (mmm angsty) (“I don’t blame you, I hate me too, but I can’t, Do a lot to change it or the thoughts in my head”)

Sylus:

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys (just based off of reckless MC) (“Incapable of making alright decisions, and having bad ideas”)

⭐️Like Him by Tyler the Creator (but very Dawnbreaker coded too so) (based on when MC got flashbacks in the story with Sylus but still doesn’t remember fully) (“How could I miss something that I’ve never had?”)

MILLION DOLLAR BABY by Tommy Richman (bc why not) (“I could clean up good for you, Oh, I know right from wrong”)

The World We Knew by Frank Sinatra (when MC went on a rampage after Sylus left, she’s real for that) (“Each road we took turned into gold, But the dream was too much for you to hold”)

Used to the Darkness by Des Rocs (just feels like Sylus)

Adventure of a Lifetime by Coldplay (ok but hear me out) (“I’m a dream that died by light of day, Gonna hold up half the sky and say, Only I own me”)

Bury Me Face Down by grandson (vengeful dragon) (“Wanted with a bounty on my head, But somehow someway, I’ma keep moving along”)

⭐️City on a Hill by Mon Rovîa (Sylus trying to comfort MC abt their past) (“Who was by your side, When the fire subsides, And it rains in your head?”)

⭐️Gold by Spandau Ballet (what was going through Sylus’ head when MC started to like him back lol) (“Nothing left to make me feel small, Luck has left me standing so tall”)

Rafayel:

Sex, Drugs, Etc. by Beach Weather (something I think he and MC should listen to on an open hood convertible kind of night by the sea) (“Dressing up for polaroids and cigarettes, Socilaize, romanticize the life”)

Softcore by The Neighborhood (kinda based off of the theory that Rafayel wears safety pins) (“You’ve been my muse for a long time, You get me through every dark night”)

⭐️All I Want by Kodaline (“When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside”) (ow)

Here With Me by d4vd (another slow heartbreak song what’s new) (“I wish I could live through every memory again, Just one more time before we float off in the wind”)

Applause by Lady Gaga (bc I’m on a Lady Gaga binge lol) (“Pop culture was in art, now art’s in pop culture in me!”)

⭐️Blood // Water by grandson (I think alternative fits Rafayel) (“The price of your greed, your son, and your daughter”)

Drama by Spencer Sutherland (Raf is just feeling himself)

Love Me Less by MAX (I think it’s fitting since he’s not as forthright with his underground activities as Sylus is)

Xavier:

I Love You So by The Walters (I think it fits his 5* Outcast’s Voyage and just his story in general) (“I’m going to pack my things and leave you behind, This feelings old, and I know that I’ve made up my mind”)

Army Dreamers by Kate Bush (based on that the people who came with Xavier all had dreams but turned into Wanderers instead) (“We’ve a bunch of purple flowers to decorate a mammy’s hero”)

Towards the Sun by Rihanna (“Shadows chase me far from home, I remember when my heart was filled with gold”) (also funny that the movie this song is from is based on aliens lol)

⭐️When Will I See You Again by Shakka (song is literally made for my poor boy) (“Shooting stars never fly for me, My hearts on Mars, kinda hard to see”)

Alien Boy by Oliver Tree (just bc) (“I still make it work, But it’s overrated and somehow, played out”)

⭐️Are We Ready? (Wreck) by Two Door Cinema Club (I dunno sometimes the lyrics aligned with his story to me) (“I saw the world today, It comes in green and gray”)

Jealous by Eyedress (our jealous possessive king lol)

All LI’s:

Mind Over Matter (Reprise) by Young the Giant

Harpy Hare by Yarlokre (yup)

⭐️Chamber of Reflection by Mac DeMarco

her by JVKE

Again and Again by The Bird and the Bee (need I explain?)

ALL GIRLS ARE THE SAME by RØNIN (lmao)

⭐️Mr. Feel by John Michael Howell

can’t slow down by almost monday (kinda a song I imagine MC, Caleb, and Zayne playing on a roadtrip when they were younger)

Aphrodite by Ethan Gander (yearning my favorite (: )

We’ll Meet again by Very Lynn (obv)

MC lol:

Daydream by Gunter Kallmann Choir (MC and Sylus)

GONE, GONE / THANK YOU by Tyler the Creator (give girl a break yknow??)

Wasted Summers by juju<3 (after Caleb left her in the explosion)

I wanna be your lover by €CHO€D 4W4Y (yessir)

⭐️Apple by Charli xcx (once delulu, always delulu)

Sunshine by OneRepublic

Sick of Being Young by Krooked Kings

Feel free to leave ur songs u attribute to the LI’s ((:

[frillydolle]

Hiiii dolle! ۶ৎ

Hope ur well <3 My thought of the day is Fire Lookout Arthur Morgan helping a lost young lady in the woods or talking through the radio to his fellow fire lookout lady friend all night long bc neither of them sleep well ♡ I've been thinking about it all day

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ epilogue spoilers , older!arthur morgan , no tb , umm slightly naive reader?? , mid to low honor arthur.

“anyone there?...”

arthur has been living alone ever since the whole micah situation. everyone had their own lives by now but sometimes he felt lonely since hes now on his own; john and abigail were now married, sadie was a bounty hunter, and the other women had a life of their own. hell, mary-beth became a well-known author. he even bought some of her novels even if they weren't much to his taste.

only now, the age was getting to him. his hair was now speckled with black and white like salt and pepper, his wrinkles were more prominent than beofre, grunts and groans would leave his lips if he's been bending or sitting down for too long due to his back. he didn't mind it too much, he just wanted some company. he missed the gang sometimes, the lively chatter and laughter since it was home.

in recent years, he has never heard a voice through the radio, not one peep. it was forever him, the fire lookout tower and the forest that surrounded him and he'd never complain about nature. hell, his journal is filled with sketches and doodles that he's seen on his travels. it's always been silent. but oh, the way his heart skipped a beat, hearing your sweet through the radio... you seems real kind. who was he to not help a pretty sounding girl like you?

“..hi there, miss. y'alrigh?”

“oh, thank god! i was starting to get nervous.. i think im lost, sir.”

you were a silly girl getting yourself in a situation like that. the region of roanoke ridge wasn't always safe, the dangers of the animals before thirst or starvation got to you first. either way, it was still odd that a soft-spoken girl like.

“i was meetin' my friends on the other side, but i got lost, im not sure what to do.. could you help me? im really hungry..” “i'll do my best to, miss.”

he heard you sigh a relief, the sounds of sticks and leaves being stepped on with every move, the gentle breeze of the wind in the background every time you spoke. you just sound so pretty. he was a little excited to have company again after so long.

“y'see that fire lookout anywhere?”

silence.

“yes! i see it!” you say with an exciting tone, seeing him wave. you waved back, unsure if he could even see you. oh, you were so relieved, you finally saw someone after hours of being lost. you almost had to pinch yourself just to make sure he was real.

and he was real. he was ready to help you.

“make yer way over 'nd ill met ya halfway.”

[toniko]

brief words about impersonalization and Kim Soleum (spoilers up to 161

Kim Soleum rides such a hypocritical line between believing this is all a fictional world and the realness of this world. I really don’t blame him actually, the combination of toxic work culture and the base setting of him being transported into the world is like really numbing.

I mean the field exploration team uses masks that depict them as animals and as good of an item it is for exploration, that is one of the elements that dehumanizes them. It’s one thing for the groups to be split into the alphabet but it’s a whole different thing when you identify every employee by their group. You literally can not differentiate the employees in the logs (I mean look at that interview with Baek Saheon, this may be a bit of a bad example because I can see why anonymity would be kept here. Ah but it seems to be like that with every document? Mystery person here, mystery group here, finishing team). It’s awfully impersonal and while an interpretation of it just being useful code names is valid, in a profession with a high death rate, I doubt that’s the only reason. Oh yeah, highly expendable employees. But we can’t say we’re killing people, dare say individuals with their own entire lives and histories, so company employees sound a lot better. Everyone perpetuates it, it’s easy, team members die quickly and often, deal with it. Except not really right? Being human is to inherently care for your fellow human.

But hiring employees with looser personalities does help in that aspect. Capitalism win for the Daydream co. I guess. I have a small comment about how the Supernatural Management Bureau (now what is it called in the fan-translation? I’ll replace it someone let me know, I’m picking off namu wiki rn). It does purposely hire righteous but orderly folks but it seems both Agent Bronze & Choi are affected by past member deaths.

It feels like Kim Soleum keeps trying to draw a line and it doesn’t work. He says that he will have left before [big catastrophic event] but unconsciously forms attachments super quickly. I think his time away from the griptok and wiki is really making him accept the reality of these characters. Agent Choi’s survival gives Soleum a little brain blast acceptance that character’s fates really can change. Of course, didn’t it take a shockingly long time for that? I think it’s implication that he was still using the same excuse of them all being from a fictional world to shield his mentality. Gotta do what you gotta do Soleum.

He does all in his power to keep as many people alive (because he’s an empath 🙂‍↕️, we know) but the hangman game was obviously super personal.

btw I think Soleum has a bias in how he treats “named” characters as well. This is just my personal opinion, but the relationship with Lee Jaheon felt purposely professional up until recently (say 130s or so I think, I’m just rambling out), since Soleum inner monologue tended to emphasize the elements he remembered. The reader would notice that Lee Jaheon really does care a lot but you might have to dig through a couple of lizard and defeating darkness through force comments. It feels this stereotype he has of the named characters stick a lot longer! It makes sense, in the kind of format the original records were in, they were in fact character stereotypes to fill the semi-anthology esque story structure (would it be appropriate just to say SCP foundation?). Again, this divorce from the griptok is what I think a big contributor of his reality check is.

There’s also this uh, Baek Saheon in the room that I haven’t talked about. Probably the meanest thing Soleum does in this novel is bullying this guy lol. But that’s because Kim Soleum’s interpretation of him is so overblown and far in time compared to the current guy we know. At this point, I’d pin down Baek Saheon as a character that would maybe let someone die but wouldn’t kill them himself (yet). But that’s it, Kim Soleum having read so far into his story, operates with the assumption that he’s a comically evil bad guy. But this guy, all he does with his hypnosis pen is hide away like a mouse? Sorry for being a much more horrible person, I would’ve tried stealing his items but he was doing something so pointless even Braun didn’t think to let Soleum know (now is that a whole nother thing? Braun being more suspicious leading up to his darkness arc? Yeah.)

Braun being an all powerful ghost story entity btw without Kim Soleum having to mask his identity almost completely was like the total kryptonite of Soleum’s “I care too much about everyone’s lives but I can’t do that because they are all fictional but also alive”. Soleum isn’t against making relationships but he often calls Braun his only friend. Isn’t that a bit out of touch Soleum, I think there’s a couple of people who would find a friend in you.

J3, for example, who was looking for him after he went missing! Actually, color me a conspiracist but I think it’s much less a self esteem issue but a reaction of realizing the people he’s (trying to) push away actually like and care about him. I mean he’s trying to get out of this fictional world. He doesn’t want the people of this world to care about him, so he’s shocked at the revelation that they do. So I don’t think it’s out of a dislike of himself but in many ways, he’s forced to act unlike himself because of this world. Well anyway that’s just my opinion anyway…

some final personal (personal) thoughts down here…

Kim Soleum’s monologue drives me nuts. I know! That’s the whole novel! But it’s something like Baek Deoksu’s style, where I sit there and shake my head going “Young man, I know you’re playing tricks with me”. I mean seriously, it’s not a bad thing. Just don’t make me work hard every chapter hooo, I’m a lazy kind of guy yk read for fun and leisure. ghost story ooo so scary…

[forsaken-headcanons]

Here’s what I think every forsaken character (including killers) have as a pet

Tiny note: I’m not including Noob or Chance because they both canonically have pets. Also may be a bit inaccurate or smth so I apologize. I’m not adding upcoming killers/survivors cuz that’s too much writing for me

Elliot: Dog. Pretty plain simple cuz I see Elliot as some sort of dog lover and would probably feed it pizza time to time

007n7: Fish of any kind. Admit it. This guy likes to stare at the aquarium to see his lil fishys.

Builderman: Robot. It’s not exactly a pet but Builderman won’t be the kind of guy to deal with animals and is busy doing stuff so a trusty robot will give him company!

Shedletsky: Cat! I can see the vision if you choose chicken or rooster or just birds in general! But I thought cat is more close because Shedletsky canonically likes cats so I think he would choose a cat!

Two Time: None. I don’t think they are trustworthy to take care of a pet…..

Guest 1337: Dog. Pretty plain simple again. I just imagine him running around the yard with his dog and playing with the dog and stuff I can’t exactly explain why he would choose that I just think he would-

1x1x1x1: None. He hates dealing with pets

John Doe: A hawk. Don’t ask why I just see him having a damn hawk standing proudly on John Doe’s arm.

c00lkidd: ALL OF THEM. He can’t really decide what he wanted. He just wants a pet companion no matter what animal it is

Not including Jason. Idk what he would have as a pet tbh 💔

- 🌹 anon

C00lkidd is just like me when I was his age. Never take this guy to a pet store.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Moorhuhn

Debut: Moorhuhn/The Original Crazy Chicken Hunt

This is Moorhuhn. And Moorhuhn is one crazy chicken! Don't let the fact that it looks like a very regular chicken fool you. It's CRAZY! The official descriptions of some Moorhuhn games refer to the creature as "probably the craziest and best-known chicken in the world". I don't think it's true... but they did say "probably", so I can't technically say they're incorrect? I guess?

There is a good chance you do not know Moorhuhn. If you do, it's likely from seeing "Crazy Chicken" games on the eShop or similar places, and dismissing them as shovelware. If you're German, however, you might be pogging your face off, because this thing is the most popular German video game character!

Such a popular character and franchise, and I dismissed it as shovelware upon first seeing it... what a fool I must have been! This must be a hidden gem outside of its home country, and if I were to play it, I would realize what fun there is to be had!

I've played it. I've played so much of it. The mainline games. The spinoffs. They're all mid, mid as hell! Germany, please make better games and characters!

So, the core of Moorhuhn is killing those crazy chickens with a shotgun. They run around, they fly around (with their fat-fingered Garfield hands that no longer even try to resemble wings), and they do cheeky things like block your bullets with a frying pan. This marketable cartoon animal mascot exists to be killed, and that is just so fascinating. Do we like this thing or not? My feelings are complicated.

Originally, Moorhuhn resembled more of a regular cartoon chicken, a design that I prefer, really. But the original game, made to sell whiskey and playable only in bars, was such a massive success that the franchising quickly began! Moorhuhn was redesigned, now unmistakably a scrimblo, ready to be shoved into any genre of spinoff was necessary. This chicken is like Germany's Mario, if instead of platforming, Mario made his fortune by being killed with a gun.

See? There's a kart racing subseries, because of course there is. Moorhuhn Kart 2 in particular seems to be one of the most beloved games in the entire franchise, and... well, it's as fun and functional as you might expect a Moorhuhn Kart to be. I kind of like it! The most fun, however, comes from laughing at, rather than with it. I played locally with two friends, and we had no idea what was going on, until we realized the UI was scrambled among our three screen quadrants! The placements, items, and boost meter you see on your corner of the screen are NOT yours, and you have to figure out where your UI actually is in order to know what's going on. I've never seen anything like it! It's quite an experience!

In this image you can also see some other Moorhuhn Characters! Who does this crazy chicken pal around with? Well, three of these characters- the turtle, the frog, and the mole- have received their OWN spinoff games, which is crazier than a chicken to me! They only appeared as elements of a mid shooting gallery game, and then they got their own games! You know, Meta Knight doesn't have his own game. Meta Knight! The certified coolest guy ever! He just cannot compare to Moorfrosch.

The other characters are even more interesting! My main is the one that looks like Moorhuhn, but not. This is Lesshuhn, which is a delightfully goofy name, and the design- basically a goofier, lankier Moorhuhn- is like Moorhuhn but more charming! The Lore of Lesshuhn is that it is a closely-related, but dim-witted species, so stupid that it's on the brink of extinction. In the shooting games where it appears, you will lose points for shooting it! Be nice to the poor fool!

The final two characters are where it gets really great. Snowman and Pumpkin! In their original appearances, these are not even characters. Just objects that you can shoot if you want, for some extra points. There were so few actual characters to choose from that these two had to be brought to life! As a fan of both snowmen and scarecrows, I am not complaining.

What does "Moorhuhn" mean? It means "Moorhen". This is a Moorhen! You might notice that it is not a chicken. Yeah, I don't know why they decided on this name for a domestic chicken. It's like if I made Moorhuhn, but decided to call it Woodcock, since cock means rooster, even though a woodcock is already an existing bird (an incredibly fantastic bird). I just don't get it!

I could go on and on about Moorhuhn, but I must end the post somewhere. I will end it with a question for you.

I would eat Moorhuhn. When I eat chicken fingers, I now pretend they are Moorhuhn's fingers. And if you think about it, Moorhuhn is getting killed all the time. Might as well not let them go to waste!

[stellar-solar-flare]

Under A Violent Moon: A Sneak Peek from the prologue - Medieval Romantasy & Werewolf!Bucky AU.

Reader is female, she/her, about 30 years old. She is a healer, and the oldest daughter of the royal family. She wears a sheer veil (think bridal veils but light grey) over her face for plot-related reasons.

Content warnings: Upcoming forced marriage, soft dark Bucky, enemies to lovers, discussion of war and violence, attempted stabbing, mentions of dismemberment and death being used as punishments. Reader has recently lost her father, the king. Slight age gap (Reader is in early 30s, Bucky in late 30s)

You bit down your seething rage, forcing your face to stay in a statuesque expression.

The veil that covered your head obscured your features somewhat but it didn’t hide you completely, and you needed to remember it. It was sheer enough that you could easily observe the barbarian parading in the halls that had been your father’s not many months ago. Now, the figure on the throne was your oldest brother, and he had decided to buy his way out of the war that had ravaged the nation.

The pile on the floor in front of Commander Barnes gleamed with jewelry and furs and gold. His soldiers were done examining it and were now busy packing everything back into the chests and hauling them out of the castle.

You couldn’t bid farewells for their wretched kind fast enough.

Behind your back, your hand clenched and unclenched. Your fingers were almost brushing the short knife in its sheath on your belt — the blade had to be sharp to cut the herbs and, when needed, cloth. But it was just one knife, and even if you could get close enough to that beast of a man… You doubted you could best him and manage what the bravest soldiers of your kingdom hadn’t achieved. And even if Commander Barnes did fall, another one of his White Wolves would simply take his place. That was how things were for those animals — they knew no sorrow, no grief, no love. Only battle and lust for flesh and blood.

As if sensing your gaze, Commander Barnes turned towards your direction. His blue eyes attempted to pierce through the grey, whisperlike fabric that fell over your face and shoulders, ending at the fullest point of your breasts. He stepped closer to you, the sound of the metal heels of his heavy boots echoing on the walls. This close, his towering form was even more intimidating — in all black, with a fur-trimmed cape on his shoulders, he looked every bit the soldier king that he was.

“Why do you hide yourself?” he asked, and you couldn’t decipher if the tone was one of genuine curiosity or one of mockery.

“I have taken an oath of healing, Commander Barnes,” you replied with a flat tone. “We may choose to cover our faces, so that those we aid may be saved from embarrassment.”

He let out a huff that sounded something akin to amusement. He was less than two feet away from you, forcing you to tilt your head upwards to see him. A despicable beast of a man, his body brimming with violence and his hands — gloved with black leather — reaching for the edge of your veil where it rested on the bodice of your dress.

A year ago, he would’ve been a dead man just for the attempt to touch your royal person. A year ago, if you had let him off only calling for his hands to be taken, not his life, it would’ve been considered mercy. A year ago, he never would’ve gotten this close to you before the tip of a blade would’ve been on his throat. But the men and women that had guarded you with their lives, surrounding you wherever you went, had fallen like many other brave soldiers. May the gods let their souls find peace.

But you were not dead yet.

The second his hands lifted your veil and his eyes were focused on your face, you went for it in one sharp motion. Your fingers, wrapping around the handle of your healer’s knife behind your back and then your arm flinging, the blade pointed directly towards his throat and —

his gloved fingers wrapping around your wrist.

His arm stopped your movement without as much of a flinch even though you’d thrown your entire weight behind the strike. He could’ve probably broken your arm like a twig with one twist of his, and yet he made no such move. Instead, his mirth-filled eyes held your gaze, and half a smile tugged up his mouth.

“You and I are going to have such fun together, moonbeam.”

Your blood turned cold in your veins.

Together?

[pezinvests]

clinical trial spoilers because there is somewhat of a following now here on tumblr and i want to make my mark. long opinion post. if you're reading through the tag and haven't played, please play the game to the end first i beg of you

so obsessed with how limited our true knowledge is of lee. for what we all know lee has done this kind of thing before and how he just might be more dangerous than he seems. a man in his 20s who got his nursing license during the bush administration (2007-2008ish), ex-mormon/ex-christian/ex-catholic with a slightly strange upbringing and carries himself so seriously and does things so meticulously.

in the bedroom scene he says he just moved out a year ago into a house full of hand-me-downs and old stuff he has kept forever, followed with him saying "a lot of stuff in my life doesn't make sense."

man. that is by far the most vague yet perhaps suspicious thing you could say if you were in his shoes. of course, some have speculated this is just him having some form of autism (in which i welcome this theory and would make sense), but i do think he has just done this type of thing before.

of course, he has fantasized about dying in those hidden walls and has dreamt of studying heavily on orthopedia and pursuing this as his career path, this is canon. maybe in general has studied these kinds of ideas of murder, torture, etc. that relates to it as well.

however he was covering up everything so well by driving brandon's car in a lake. (and hopefully covering whatever tracks he made after driving into the ditch like footprints and maybe tiretracks of his own car to leave the scene??? he seemed to have thought so far ahead to bury his body anyway in there because no one will come looking so. there's also that animation from the dev themselves on twitter that show how angel & lee disposed of brandon. my god. it's so meticulous and careful)

he was also quick thinking on his feet getting a signal jammer to block angel's cellphone from pinging nearby towers. he was only so lucky that their phone died on the way to his house and probably was able to set up the cell jammer before he brought in groceries.

or worse yet, he already had a signal jammer with him. like he just had one already and he set that up really fast before he could even get a charger for angel. lee never mentioned the full circumstances of him having it and when he set it up. he just said he was lucky that angel's phone died on the way there. him being so vague as well as the game not telling us much on that front really sells it.

i get that we don't really see angel's day-to-day life outside of the clinic either (minus the home scenes where you see their art posts and texts on their phone) + it's an RPGMAKER game, can't be that detailed, so we don't usually see what happens in between those times anyway (masterful story technique i must say). but it really leans into the idea that whatever lee says, we really just have to take his word for it now especially with the amount of things he tried to hide.

looking at the bigger picture, yes, lee's actions are inexcusable and disgusting, who would trust someone like this afterwards? and that really rings true throughout the entire game's story. angel giving lee a third chance really is an act of mercy from a god. hell, them walking away on ending 1 was also merciful, especially at their expense if the authorities don't believe angel as to what happened.

so uhh. main takeaway? i love the way lee was written. i'm so glad homie went full send on his character being a little bit of a pathetic creep (lmao the cum-stained jacket being fully written in, really sold it for me) and on purpose him being very vague about his true nature. it plays on the idea that "when someone says who they are, believe them". we have the same amount of info angel has as the player and through it all? we just have to take lee's word for everything.

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

I haven't read all of these series, because I want to wait until the series is complete in English before I read it, but this is my ranking of the books I've read:

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐): It's my favorite for so many reasons! I'm so attached to Mo Ran and Chu Wanning. Meatbun is an amazing writer. It's crazy how many emotions I felt while reading this series. I read fan and machine translations of the book first and am rereading it as the official translations come out. It's even better (and infinitely more painful) the second time around! The foreshadowing and big reveals are more impactful than any other book I've ever read. Also, I am so glad I got to read the whole thing without stopping, because if I had to wait for the next book to come out that would have been far too painful! 2ha destroyed me emotionally in ways nothing else ever has. I refuse to read any other series by Meatbun until all the books are out because I've heard they are also painful, but brilliant, books! I have a feeling that Remnants of Filth and Casefile Compendium are going to be high on my favorites list when I do read them.

2. Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐): My first danmei, and my favorite by MXTX. The drama and the anime are also wonderful, but because the adaptations had to be censored, the books are definitely the best! The relationship between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji is absolutely perfect! The side characters are endearing, the humor is witty, and the action/suspense scenes are done very well. This book is also has my favorite confession scene of all time! I got into the series for the romance, and was blown away by the writing and the mystery plotline. However, it can be a little confusing when it comes to switching between timelines.

3. Thousand Autumns (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐): The author basically thought, "What would happen if a man with no flaws and the worst man ever were to meet?" And then she wrote this book. Shen Qiao is the most perfect man ever. He's kind, gentle, beautiful, strong, intelligent, forgiving, and is basically the ideal Taoist priest. Yan Wushi is a demonic cultivator who is the exact opposite of Shen Qiao. Yan Wushi is arrogant, cynical, harsh, violent, mercurial, and is so strong that no one could oppose him if they wanted to. The book begins with Shen Qiao laying almost dead, blind, and amnesiac at the bottom of a cliff where he is found by Yan Wushi, who takes Shen Qiao home because he wants to try and influence him to become evil just for fun. As their paths meet and they travel together, Yan Wushi shows Shen Qiao parts of the world he had never known existed and they do end up influencing each other, just not in the way either of them expected. Yan Wushi is quite the character and Shen Qiao is absolutely perfect. They may not seem to be made for each other, at least not at first, but they were. I love the two main characters of course, but I also love how realistic the historical setting is and the power struggle between the three main Chinese philosophies, Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism. Thousand Autumns is thought provoking while also being exciting, suspenseful, fun, romantic, and downright silly at times. It isn't the most well known danmei series, but I think it is one of the best written.

4. Heaven Official's Blessing (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐): This is probably the best writing from MXTX. It has beautiful symbolism, which helps to make the official artwork and donghua look spectacular. The whole series is like a work of art. Xie Lian is one of the most intriguing protagonists because he is as simple as he appears on the surface but is also equally complex deep down. He never changes throughout the series, either. You just learn and understand more about Xie Lian as his past is revealed. The same can be said about Hua Cheng; his character is straightforward and unchanging, but he is also an enigma. For me, Heaven Official's Blessing is amazing because of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng's relationship and how they have influenced each other. The other characters and side plots are interesting and well written, but the whole draw for me is Hualian. Even during the moments when they are not the main focus in the plot they are still my main focus, if that makes sense. The world of Heaven Official's Blessing and the entire cast of characters are well written, and with Hualian at the center of it all this series is spectacular.

5. Scum Villain Self-Saving System (⭐⭐⭐⭐): This series is so much fun. There are so many stories where the main character dies in real life only to wake up as the villain in a story, and I thought this would be more of the same. But SVSSS is very satirical and pokes fun at the overused genre cliches. It is so easy to relate to Shen Qingqiu and to love Lou Binghe. I really enjoyed how the series is so entertaining at first, but it becomes so dark and realistic despite being an over the top stallion novel setting. The whole book is a wild ride and I enjoyed every moment of it.

6. Guardian (⭐⭐⭐): I think it was a fun choice to choose a modern supernatural detective setting and include Chinese mythology. It made the cast of characters unique and fun. I also really enjoyed the humor in this series. The character development and plot weren't as deep and impactful as the other danmei in this list, and I think part of the reason is the author gave a lot of hints and help for the reader. As a result, it felt like this series was written for a younger audience. It's not bad, but it made the series a lot less engaging for me, even though I do love the two main characters.

7. Stars of Chaos (⭐⭐): I wasn't really a fan of this series. It had so much potential, but ultimately the plot boiled down to a paranoid emperor, greedy court officials, an underfunded military, and the two main characters who are so perfect that they turn literally every situation around and everything goes according to their plans. The politics and military issues were realistic, but they were explained so thoroughly that there were no surprises. The main characters are amazing, but their backstories aren't explained even half as well as the politics were so we don't really know much about how they got to be that way. In the first book the main character travels for four years and changes from a snotnosed kid to the impressive and skilled protagonist who can take on literally everything. His godfather/love interest is astonished and wonders what he was doing for those four years. I was also curious, but the author never told us. There was so much emphasis on world building, political intrigue, and military strategy that I felt the characters took a backseat to everything else. Which is a shame, because the characters are so cool! I actually enjoyed the extra chapters more than the main story because we got to see more of the characters and how they interact with each other. (Whenever I talk about Stars of Chaos I sound like Shen Yuan talking about PIDW from SVSSS. I know and I'm sorry, so please remember this is just my opinion. Please don't hunt me down for revenge.)

To Be Read:

Remnants of Filth

Casefile Compendium

Peerless

Ballad of Sword and Wine

The Disabled Tyrant's Beloved Pet Fish

You've Got Mail: The Perils of Pigeon Post

Danmei novels but they are Pokémon to collect so yeah. Show me your collections and favourite series I’ll show you mine

I’m loving these so much. Erha is my favourite at the moment, but I need vol 3-9 to complete the collection. And I’m super excited to get through the rest of tgcf since I watched the anime and read the comic so IM EXCITED FOR MORE MATERIALLLL

[articskele]

I'm so tempted to friend f/o Micolash he's so funny to me

[the-meme-monarch]

was thinking abt how anya sleeps by the polle statue. which is motion activated to start talking.

+ i like drawing polle as a Character