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[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent sky photos 

[itoshi-s]

Bllk boys being whipped for manager!reader😩😩

aaaaaaaaAAAa this idea is always so cute in every sports animanga !! :(

the bllk boys, who are still so overwhelmed with the world that's opened up to them thanks to the project - the money and opportunities way bigger than they ever dreamed of, even - and to top it all off, as if the stress of getting signed to one of the world's highest grossing clubs wasn't enough, the club assigns them a manager - you.

you're either barely a few years older than them or yet again, the same age, and you're just taking the few first steps in your company and management. hell it might even be your very first time working as one !! and yet, you're trying so hard, always keeping an eye of them, and it makes them so flustered jasfafkh even more so bc they know they just cannot keep away from you !!

isagi would be a blushin mess all of the time during your meetings <3 it might seem like he's listening to you at all, but fear not, he's actually so focused on you and everything you're telling him that it gives him a head ache !! you look so absolutely stunning, he has to give his full attention and self control to actually listen to what you have to say. the fact that you're his age doesn't help him one bit - he wonders if it's not out of line to be such good friends with your manager !! gets so sheepish when you're the first one to run up to him whenever he'd collapse, checking for an injury immediately with a worried, "are you okay, yoichi?!" big eyes looking right at him. and if the cramp in his leg feels like dying, then you are surely an angel sent from above to bring him to heavens with you akjhfskjfha

sae who would just wave you off most of the times and give you so much more work than you signed up for. it might look like he's in control of everything, but he really is the opposite, and everything outside of the field seems to slip right out of his hands - and so, you're the one to pick up the mess. he'd never really admit it to you that he really appreciates the way you stick to him like glue at all times, yet give him space when needed, too. you seem to know him so well ,, it's just scary to him :(( he has no time to commit to anyone and yet, the thought of your relationship becoming much more than just professional brings him warmth. one time, after a late night meeting with the club management, he walks back to your office to tell you anything important that took place - and is met with a sight of you, fast asleep on your desk. there's some papers scattered around and some neatly organized into stacks, but judging by the amount,, you must've been working on it so hard to manage to do it all in the last hour. sae feels an unfamiliar pull at his heart as he walks over, gently brushing the hair away from your face. the movement wakes you up, and before you can startle, sae gives a reassuring rub to the back of your neck. he hopes your vision's still blurry with sleep so that you don't see the way his eyes soften as he looks down at you,, "c'mon, i'll drive you home." (つω`｡)

rin is pretty much the easiest of the boys to take care of ,, considering he already has a strict regimen considering his health and training. the only thing you need to do is remind him to relax every now and then ,, something he seems to forget about more often . he's not really good with words, and sometimes even comes off harsh when he doesn't intend to - after all, you're just doing your job, and are actually really good at it considering how recently his play has been better than ever before - and he hates to think you could ever feel underappreciated. he just really doesn't know how to communicate outside of the field ,, even with his teammates , let alone with someone that gets his heart to beat faster :(( that's why upon seeing the reservation for a little weekend spa retreat on his mail ,, he quickly adds another spot to it without much thought. the least he could do is reward your hard work with a little breather, right??? he realizes he might not be very good with not only communication, but planning and organizing either when you two arrive to the hotel and only receive one room key ..... the receptionist apologizes with a smile as you ask for one more available room , and just when you're about to change the reservation times so that you can come any other time ,, rin grabs you by the wrist gently . and for the very first time since working with him, you see a blush on his cheeks as he asks you to stay, if only you don't mind :""))

reo who showers you in all the presents possible !!! you're so sheepish about it all of the time, saying that no - no, mikage-san, i-i can't take this!, but he's off to another practice or physio appointment before you can really give it back akfhsaf . probably mentions you in an interview whenever he's asked by people that inspire him and keep him going <333 he knows that he's a handful sometimes ,, (especially since he made you take nagi under your wing as well akjfhsa giving u like,, double the work . but you truly are the best there is, and he knows nagi needs a little push sometimes) BUT hearing the sweet words is enough to make your chest swell with pride :)) since he's so sly and generous with everyone around him, you don't realize he's so into you only until he straight forward confesses his feelings to you during one of your many business dinners/dates (≧◡≦) ♡

[ghostykapi]

can we always be this close? (forever and ever!) by ot9 anon <3

(..this is somehow my first time writing for a twice member..........)

"mina."

she jumps, turning around slowly.

you've finally cornered her. after months of pretending not to see you, pretending like she doesn't want to have you to herself when the other members are talking to you,

pretending like she doesn't care.

"uh, i, have a... meeting."

you make a face at her. mina almost winces, she can't hide any longer.

"sit with me." you motion to the couch nearby. you thank the other members in your head for letting you trap her in the dorm for today.

mina stays still until you sit down, eventually sitting beside you like a sad puppy.

"do you hate me?"

her eyes widen. what a sudden question, she thinks. but the more mina thinks about it, the more she realizes that you're right to think that.

"no! of course not–" she takes a deep breath as you watch her curiously. there's no way she can come up with an excuse now.

"it's the opposite, i promise." mina takes your hand in hers. you're still pissed at her, but let her do it anyway. (you tell yourself it's to help her explain, but you really just miss holding her hand.)

"it's embarrassing, y/n."

"tell me."

she silently begs you to let it go, to just let everything go back to normal without her having to pour her heart out in front of you.

your glare tells her that she has no choice.

"okay, fine. i'm in love with you." mina looks away. she can't handle looking at you like this. "when i realized, i thought that if i kept my habits with you, i'd lead myself into thinking you liked me too!"

you purse your lips, trying to hide your laughter.

"i'm serious! i know you just like me as a friend, and everything we do is in a friendly way—"

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you nearly fold over from laughing so hard. mina's heart drops.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry.." you apologize, catching your breath. "mina, babygirl," she looks away again, blushing. "why do you think i let you be so clingy with me? haven't you noticed i only let you do that, not anyone else?"

well, no, because she thinks chaeyoung laughing at your joke or jihyo checking up on you when it's late and you're still with them is on the same level as her physical affection.

"....no?" she responds weakly. should she have noticed? (obviously she should have. her possessiveness over you got in the way of her critical thinking skills.)

you shake your head, moving closer to let her cuddle you.

"you're stupid. take me out for dinner later." you say as you bury your head into her neck, holding her tightly to make up for lost time.

mina short-circuits. that's too much information to process all at once.

her arms wrap around you. "okay." she says once she's finally rebooted her brain.

you're finally hers, she thinks. she doesn't have to feel weird every time someone talks to you anymore! (of course, mina is so wrong. but it's cute how she thinks she's finally free from being possessive.)

(bangs fists at the table) BABYGIRL POSSESSIVE MINA AAAAAAAAAAAA

[belovedcorvid]

 [ ✨positivity be upon ye✨]

　　   rory, 

　can’t believe when i first sent these notes a few months ago, my impression of you began & ended with “new friend i talk about the birds™ with. seems nice”.

seems nice? you’re one of the kindest people ever. i go crazy thinking about how kind you’ve been to me because i’m not sure i deserve it. honestly, if you didn’t send me that photo of you, i don’t think i’d believe you were real. 

you put up with so much from me: my weird questions, talking too much & busting into your dms with walls of text or 9000 thoughts, having a new hangup or crisis every other day because of where my life is at the moment — but you’re so patient with me every time. you make me feel like i’m normal & i’m allowed to feel upset about the things i’ve been through and never like i’m overreacting, or coping “wrong”, and from the perspective of someone who's been alone for a long time and spent a lot of my life being told the exact opposite, it’s genuinely changed my life. you’re an angel. i’m gonna wrap you in the coziest blanket to ever exist & shield you from all bad things forever (including your dentist, who i’m engaging in psychic combat at this very moment). 

with your schedule & health problems, your brain has to be mush most days and i’m sure i don’t help because i’m spiritually like a hamster running on a wheel who cannot shut up to save my life sometimes, which is why i wanna say thanks again. i’ll do something one day to show my gratitude in full because i don’t think my words are enough to explain how alone i felt before and how much your kindness has meant. enough to pave the roads by your house myself so you can skateboard again, for a start. 

when we first became mutuals, i was intimidated by you for maybe about two weeks (nothing you did, i just have “i’m self-conscious of cool people thinking i’m lame & annoying” disease) and i just feel so goofy about that because how on earth could i ever be intimidated by the human equivalent of a warm blanket? someone i have so much in common with, like medical things, and extremely specific feelings on haircuts and stairs? someone who will just get so absorbed in their craft projects, they’ll forget to eat sometimes? sunshine incarnate, mr. rory rabbit bnuuy last name? this guy? 

love you so very many. you’re so goofy, warm, and your soul probably feels like one of those fuzzy pom poms on winter hats. i’m gonna give you the biggest hug you’ve ever had in your life one day – and also cook you at least one meal that is both delicious and won’t make you wanna die for several weeks afterwards.

 i hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow and your bed is extra cozy so you have a wonderful night, too.

❣︎ | Unprompted :: Always Accepting |

aaaAAAAAAAAA Wilder I cannot handle how kind you are, and sometimes wonder how you're real because my brain just spins its wheels about it. I've been holding onto this for weeks now ( I think, time is messy ) trying to figure out a way to answer that will adequately communicate how much I appreciate you and love you and I'm not sure it'll work but I'm gonna try. OTL

When we first met I was scared of you, too, if it's any consolation because you seemed super comfortable and confident right away ( can't relate ) and your work is spectacular and I didn't think I'd be able to keep up. People, like many, many things in the universe are very scary to me and it's hard not to feel like an alien in a human disguise doing very poorly at appearing normal. But I'm so glad we started talking in notes and stuff because it was silly to be scared of someone that feels like the missing second half of my brain / heart / etc. Quantum entangled particles or some shit. I always look forward from hearing from you and your thoughts and ideas do not annoy me - in fact if I don't hear from you I get worried about the change in routine and miss you a bunch.

This isn't quite as powerful as I wanted / think you deserve, but despite the belief of some I'm not good at words. Love you very many, hope you're having a good day and I agree - one day I'm going to give you the biggest hug when we meet in person. Hopefully this event will not cause a tear in space-time or something.

Much love, ♡ Ro

[alienpeppers]

i should draw raph more

[chromatic-lamina]

scales—chapter 1025/ Episode 1049 spoilers 1 (doff & kaidou, don’t worry, doff ain’t in the chapter)

Thought I’d bring reblog this post cos Doflamingo and Kaidou rule the roost in smack down talk of their charges (later in this post).

Marco’s still enjoying himself.

I’m pretty sure that that Aaaaaaaaaaaa is Momonosuke in Kaidou dragon form, being too scared to open his eyes as he flies Luffy to the roof, by breaking through a few floors of the castle. Kaidou blames this chick. ↓

Charlotte LinLin (and you can see the (Wa)aaaaaaa at the bottom of the pic there, probably still Momo. But, Big Mom of course wreaks havoc, but she’s kinda innocent this time. Here she is:

Along with the boy, Kid looking all Great Aunt Gertie in the profile shot, bottom right. But still standing, as @ninhaoma-ya​ pointed out, so Killer might have bested Hawkins (or Momo’s wayward journey may have. Look out Zoro, you’ve got competition). Momo’s dragon form is massive. You can see it at the back of the first frame.

And I can’t make a mangacap of Law  without also showing his crew. I wonder if smiley-face is always smiling behind that mask?

Kaidou’s smack-talk parallels Doflamingo’s in laying the blame for their charges’ misfortune and the misfortune of those they’ve loved right at their feet, even…

… when they were the ones responsible for both limiting their happiness and more widely responsible for basically punitive death and general mayhem. Whole page, sorry, and it’s not from this chapter, I’m doing a Doff & Kaidou, Law & Yamato comparison.

Both Yamato and Law refute the words of their very unreliable caretakers, and I love them for it, cos this kind of mind-fuck, especially in Yamato’s case, 28 years of it, can do your head in. But, that’s why these two are both strong. So are Doflamingo and Kaidou of course, but the latter two really should hold a master course in how to neg folks. “Why are you dying such a pathetic death?”

Above, Kaidou undermining any of Yamato’s beliefs, which have brought him solace, and Yamato’s rebuttal.

Then, let’s get into the specifics of blame. Here’s Doflamingo trying to blame thirteen  year old Law (and therefore trying to awaken that trauma) for the misery that Doflamingo has brought to Dressrosa, due to being a kid who hoped and trusted for a moment that maybe he could save Cora. Like, yeah, both Yamato and Law probably do carry their own guilt because it would be hard to not to and well, half the battle is won in unnerving your opponent, I guess. Or they’re just mean buggers, who obviously have an investment in their (former) charges.

But, Law refutes again, and Doflamingo’s acknowledgement of Law’s calmness shows that the smack talk is a psychological weapon (as noted earlier). That face in the middle frame above though. I wonder if he does delude himself that he is always right, and any wrong he has done, others have driven him to it.

And so here, the above, Yamato holds onto what is true, but that past tense is heartbreaking, then Kaidou stating that anyone who even begins to care about Yamato ends up dead, as if he didn’t have a major hand in both Yamato’s loneliness and in killing those folk for being kind to his son. And Ace. So we got Luffy and Ace parallels in here too.

Again, Law decides. Doflamingo may still physically beat him, but he doesn’t mentally win. Even if Law pays with his life, as he says. And it’s not to say that Law’s not frustrated (and in dire straits), but I don’t think he’d cross over, no matter how much Doflamingo taunted him.

And then the cap above and below parallel one another again. Like, Kaidou again deflecting any responsibility for Yamato’s isolation and captivity, and basically describing his son as a scuttling spider, rodent or marsupial, kept in the dark (chained in the dark). 

Law (below), also having lived a life of darkness, and Cora and Ace and the Samurai being presented as blips on the the trajectory of their lives (anyone who shows you compassion dies). Ace and the Samurai and Cora being the foolish exceptions, not the rule, and possibly alive if not for Yamato and Law is the barbed thread being woven. Ace’s death of course, as far as we know, was not linked to Yamato.

Oof.

I’ve got another post on Kaidou’s insistence that Yamato cannot escape who he is born/destined to be. I’ll put the link in once it’s posted. link.

[xhanisai]

Only idiots try to woo those who are already in love with them

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Summary: "So...Marinette Dupain-Cheng Noir, huh?"

Oooh, Adrien wasn't going to let her get away with that so easily. His lady seems to have a crush on him, Chat Noir him! And there's no way in hell he's going to let that go. However, he has a plan and he refuses to go off tangent.

"Personally, I think Marinette Agreste has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?"

~(x)~ . . . Doki Doki... Doki Doki... Whack! Ladybug let out a silent whimper and then rubbed the sore spot below her collarbones after smacking it so hard. She mumbled out silent curses in Mandarin, words that her mother would skin her alive for if she ever uttered them out loud in her presence and willed for the blood rushing to her cheeks to stop. This was the umpteenth time now and it was starting to drive her teeth towards the edge. The heroine scowled at her partner like a child would at a jar of cookies that was placed in a shelf far too high for them to reach. Not that Chat Noir was unreachable. Hell! If she wanted to, she could jump at him right now and permanently glue their lips together. The boy would swoon with indescribable joy! Shaking her head, Ladybug exhaled through her nose sharply as if to scold her brain for concocting up the millionth...LadyNoir...fantasy. The teen directed her attention back at the catboy who was busy consoling their latest akuma victim. The victim was a little girl, no older than four, maybe five. She was giggling at the funny faces that Chat pulled to cheer her up, clapping her hands with a cute blush as the boy followed suit. He was really kind and sweet...especially with the little ones... Chat Noir would make such a loving father in the future. No doubt about it. And perhaps... A loving husband- Ladybug's brain abruptly shut down on the spot and her legs immediately turned to jelly, causing her to trip over the roof tiles and fall off the building with as much beauty and grace a headless chicken would have. The befuddled girl awaited her fate as a soon to be splat on the pavement, too disorientated to even use her damn yoyo- "My Lady!" 

Oh. Forget about being a red and black polka dotted splat on the dirt crusted grimey floor. She's going to be a puddle of goop at this rate. Holding her bridal style, was none other than her one and only Chaton. Suddenly, Ladybug was hypersensitive to every sound, smell and touch. The way his strong, well toned arms flexed under her thighs and waist, transferring a delicious warmth through her body like skin on skin contact... The way his broad chest loomed over her entire being like a thick, fluffy blanket on a cold winter's night... The way the crisp scent of the outside lingered on him like a breath of fresh air, sending welcomed shivers down her spine... Ladybug felt herself heat up from head to toe much to her dismay and she wouldn't be surprised if her face mirrored a tomato right now. He's too close. Way too close. "Heh, I guess angels really do fall from the sky, hmm?" His voice came out as a dark, gravelly purr, causing the poor heroine's heart to go haywire and slam against her ribcage like a gymnast on twenty espresso shots. Why did he have to say it like that!? Not to mention the way his green eyes glinted under his long lashes in such an illegal way! Absolutely unfair! "Eh-erm-ugh- HMPH!" The word soup that spilled out of her lips as a response was the final nail to the coffin, forcing Ladybug to jump out of the confused boy's arms like his namesake. Her hands flailed around in odd gestures as Ladybug carried on trying to speak, only to fail with more stutters and awkward, fake laughs. Dammit. She's fallen for him. And she's fallen for him hard! When did this happen? How did this happen? Why did this happen? Ridiculously unfair. What's with her and stupidly kind blonde boys with sinfully, beautiful green eyes!? "AHAHA- I think I've left my pet crocodile unattended- Eek! Gottagobyehotstuff-" With a speed that could rival a racecar, Ladybug swung away without letting a bewildered Chat Noir utter as much as a word, screaming into the distance: "I can't believe it's happening aga-aaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Noir stood still, gaping on the spot before bringing out his inner model and quickly composed himself, clutching his chin as a deep red blush barely peeked under his mask. One hand grasped his arm whilst the other cradled his chin as he bit down on a finger to see whether or not he was dreaming. The sharp pain that ricocheted through the digit when his sharpened fang pierced the flesh snapped him back into reality and Chat Noir was left muttering in awe. The awe then turned into a chuckle of endearment and a beautiful smile full of love took over as he shook his head and then faced the direction that his Lady vaulted off to. "Dammit Marinette...only you would give your identity away like that," His words came out as a soft whisper, unheard by anyone else. Relief lightened his shoulders of its burden from the months of dilemmas between loving two girls, only to find out they were one and the same. The relief was soon replaced with confusion and a touch of misery when he realised that she was treating him the way she treated his alter ego. Like he's some sort of cold king who would bite off her head. 'Not that I would mind biting if she's into that- BUT ANYWAYS.' Chat Noir brushed off his not-so-innocent thoughts and his trademark optimism shined through when he concluded that he will do anything to make his Lady feel good around him. Now, what to do of the supposed 'other boy' she likes... "I'm going to die fighting for her even if it's the last thing I do. Couffaine? Kurtzberg? I don't know which one of you is the other boy but no matter what, I'm marrying her..." ~(x)~ "Wanna tell me why you're starting to doodle that in the corner of your books now~?" A gleeful Alya held away the book from Dupain-Cheng as she nosely flickered through the pages with a smile wider than a Cheshire cat. Her free hand was preoccupied in pushing the flustered Asian's face away as she attempted to snatch her notebook back, whines and protests falling on deaf ears as the rest of the class made way out of the room to go home. Just another day to them all, much to their amusement. "Speak any louder and you lose your macaron privileges, Alya!" Mari reached for the book once more in a giant pounce, only for Césaire to duck and the former to end up in a pile of limbs against the wall. An adorable pout rested on her lips and her eyebrows furrowed when Alya's giggles turned into fully blown out laughter. "Don't worry Marinette, never have I told your secrets to anyone else, right?" The brunette's lips soon zipped shut guiltily as Marinette gestured her eyes towards Nino who helped her up along with Adrien. "That was one time girl~" Marinette's pout only deepened despite Adrien's chuckles. "I think that's enough teasing our class president for today, Alya," The blonde dusted off (the now blushing) Marinette, skimming his eyes down her body quickly to make sure she wasn't hurt. His Lady could be a tad bit too energetic sometimes. "What could possibly be written in there that provoked Mari into jumping on you like that?" He delivered a cheeky smirk, eating up the way Marinette gawked at him in betrayal and the way Alya's glasses glinted mischievously. "Why you! It's a secret! No one needs to know and certainly not you!" The raven haired teen scoffed, flipping her hair before gesturing to Alya for her notebook back. Her cheeks were turning rosier and rosier and Adrien was dying with curiousity to know what mystery laid in that book. "Oh? Now I really want to know," This time Nino snickered at Adrien's response, fully used to the boy's deviousness and curiousity that could rival a cat. A side of the usually sweet, reserved boy that was kept hidden. "S-So what? No one's allowed to know and Alya will sensibly hand me back my notebook. So hah!" "I don't know, it looks like she's more willing to hand it to me..." "That's because you're egging her on!" "Am I now?" "You can be so infuriating, Agreste." "Ouch. You wound me, Cupcake~"  Adrien flawlessly delivered a well timed wink, relishing the way that Marinette was left in a flustered stupor before speeding towards Alya and grabbing the notebook with the heroine in disguise hot at his heels. He jumped over a few desks, dodged the benches with practised agility yet it was nearly impossible to shake Marinette off his tail. Though, his wide grin that could counter his alter ego's never left his face. "Adrien! Give it back! Don't be such a brat- OOF!" Marinette found herself glomped by both Alya and Nino, the duo holding her down in a tight hug whilst the petite girl was left complaining and mustering all her strength to lift them both off of her. Turns out that all the parkour and part time hero-ing the boyfriend and girlfriend did occasionally gave them an advantage of extra vitality in their civilian sides. So, Marinette resorted to begging. "Adrien ple-eeeeeeease..." Her eyes shimmered like they belonged to a puppy, causing Adrien to falter on his steps and almost choke on his saliva. 'That's not fair, Princesse. You're too fucking cute and I won't be able to handle it any longer and the next thing you know, I'll be pushing you against the wall and kissing you like no tomorrow-' Blinking back out of his thoughts, Adrien cleared his throat and looked away dramatically to avoid the sparkling baby blues. "Open it dude! Quick before Marinette pushes us off! I can feel ourselves slipping!" Nino groaned out, completely put off guard by Marinette's sudden determined strength and he and Alya scrambled to keep her held down. The green eyed boy didn't hesitate and ignored the defeated "Nooooo..." Marinette let out. . A beat went past. Sweat accumulated on Marinette's forehead as Adrien's face went through a variety of motions whilst he skimmed through the book. First his eyebrows were raised and his lips parted in bafflement. Then he squinted his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Next, his face became unreadable and his lips were pursed.   The only thing Marinette could hear was her heart pounding and the blood rushing through her face and ears. She so was going to kill Alya once she's snapped out of her embarrassment. "So...Marinette Dupain-Cheng Noir, huh?" Adrien rested the tip of the book against his lips as he raised a brow, sighing as Marinette stumbled through a couple of excuses. The girl in question shot up, victoriously pushing her friends off her and immediately snatched the book away, hugging it against her chest with a tight lipped smile. "I'm just testing my calligraphy skills! Nothing more!" Oooh, Adrien wasn't going to let her get away with that so easily. His lady seems to have a crush on him, Chat Noir him! And there's no way in hell he's going to let that go. However, he has a plan and he refuses to go off tangent. "And the hearts? The doodles of you and Chat Noir holding hands? The names of your three future babies with him? Doesn't seem like calligraphy to me." The annoyed frown he purposely slipped out caused his three friends to let out silent gasps, taken aback by his serious expression. Was he...jealous? "A-Adrien...?" Marinette gulped as the boy was abruptly by her side, face lowered so that his cheek brushed hers. The girl couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of his soft, silky lips against the shell of her ear and almost jumped when he spoke again. "Personally, I think Marinette Agreste has a nicer ring to it, don't you think?" His words were nothing but a low whisper, a husky tone that sounded so scandalous and drove Marinette's hormones to the extreme, evident in the way her knees almost buckled beneath her. Totally unfair! How the heck was she supposed to react!? Adrien pulled away, frown still in place and then squeezed Mari's upper arms with a nod but then leaned in again, eyes narrowed and the strands of his hair mingling with her fringe as their foreheads shared a tender kiss. "I'm not losing you to some cat boy." His emerald orbs twinkled with strong emotions, lips only a breath away from hers that Adrien couldn't help but graze Marinette's lower lip with his thumb. He finally turned around and made way out of the door, beckoning his jaw-dropped best friend to come along. A pinch on her thigh- most likely from Tikki who for some reason was hiding in Marinette's trouser pocket, brought her back to the world and before anyone knew it, the girl held Adrien back by the wrist. It was rare for her to initiate physical contact so Adrien couldn't help but halt with surprise. Marinette brushed off all her embarrassment and muddled feelings, fixing a glare at the nonchalant looking model. "He's not just some cat boy. He's one of the most kindest, strongest person I know! He's saved my life more times than I can remember, saves Paris on a daily basis and without him...there would be no Ladybug! So don't...don't just dismiss Chat Noir like that." Adrien furrowed his brows, holding his burning stare against her stern eyes for a bit before leaning in once more, taking Marinette's grip off his wrist and then held her hand in his possessively. The tight squeeze he gave the appendage didn't go unnoticed to the girl and the rest of the audience. "Sorry...I'm just sick of other boys turning your head towards them...when I've been hoping for you to glance at me, just once...for a long time..." His voice wavered between vulnerable and melancholy before settling on determination. Without missing a beat, the boy swiftly kissed the corner of Marinette's lips, cherishing every groove and warmth that emitted from her and then promptly stalked out of the classroom before anyone else could see him turn redder than a strawberry. 'At this rate, she should figure out my civilian identity soon. She has to! With a declaration like that, I should be on her mind for a bit and maybe...she could develop feelings for my civilian side too...?' A hopeful grin took place on his lips whilst Nino ran after him and babbled about how shook he was by the blonde's actions. . Meanwhile, poor Marinette was left frozen in the classroom, wheezing like a kettle and cheeks brighter than a traffic light while Alya squealed with happiness, thanking dieu that she captured everything on her phone. "So, Marinette? Will it be Adrien or Chat Noir~?" Alya's question was met with a defeated wail and a slap against her shoulder. The brunette couldn't keep the devilish smirk off her face. "He's been waiting for me to glance at him!? Is he BLIND!? I have been drooling over his stupid self for like a YEAR! Ugh Alya! What am I gonna do-ooooo?" ~(x)~ She should be suited up right now in her signature spots. She should be battling the akuma right now who was preoccupied in setting fire on everything he saw like a madman. But no. "Princesse...just dump me somewhere in an alleyway and run! Please..." Chat Noir, who was terribly injured, grimaced as Marinette kept on running, fingers digging into the boy's legs as she held him piggyback style. She thanked the kwamis that she was familiar with the thirteenth arrondissement like the back of her hand. She merely huffed as a response and sped up before finally finding a decent hiding spot in the abandoned China town. Much to her delight, the pharmacy shop where her maman usually goes to was empty and open so Marinette didn't hesitate to storm inside. The groans and whimpers that the hero let out as Mari gently placed him against a chair shattered her heart and the teen couldn't help but wince at his injuries. "You stupid...stupid cat! Why did you take that hit for me? You should have dodged!" Marinette spat out, masking her pain with anger as she gathered the medical kit with a mission to alleviate her partner's wounds. The boy responded with a cocky smirk, as if his shoulder wasn't burnt to a crisp and his legs weren't shredded with gashes. This akuma was the first to pierce the magical suit and it was taking everything for Marinette to not fall into a panic attack. Not even the battle on heroes' day was this nerve wracking. "I like my women alive, not barbecued." Noir rasped but then yelped as Marinette knelt down to his level and applied ointment to the burns. This time, tears streamed down his eyes and his claws dug into the plush carpet below him. His faux ears plastered themselves against his hair and his tail whipped against the chair and wall beside him as if to emphasise how much pain he's in. "Stupid flirt...stupid cat...always have to be so self sacrificing...what if that hit killed you!? What would Ladybug have done then!?" Cheng sobbed, letting her forehead flop onto Chat's uninjured shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his middle, squeezing the blonde against her as tight as she could whilst Chat helplessly reciprocated her actions. He soothed her with hushes and encouraging whispers, combing his claws through her loose tendrils, pulling her flush against his body whilst his face remained in the crook of her neck so that the sweet scent that lingered on her body kept him grounded. The next words that he uttered momentarily stopped her heart. "If I didn't take that hit, there would be no Ladybug..." The duo stiffened, the younger of the two plagued with multitudes of questions. Marinette wanted to pinch herself, hope that she misheard what he said but the strong smell of antiseptic that filled the room, the atrocious scent of burnt flesh and blood and the warm, secure arms that kept her in an iron hold proved otherwise. "I...How...?" Marinette gasped, pulling back far enough so that she could see her partner's bashful face. "I was so careful and...and...dammit! Either I released my transformation in front of you by accident or you're one stupidly smart cat!" The ebony-haired teen was far too emotionally exhausted to delve into this and simply accepted her fate. He knew now. This time, there's no time or space to come up with another convoluted plan to knock him off the trail like when Mme. Mendeleiev got akumatised. "I'm a clever cat, your clever chaton, My Lady," Chat Noir couldn't help but gaze down at Marinette lovingly, eyes softened and heart racing. The raspberry hue that took place on her cheeks did wonders to him. "Maybe, if we were strangers, I wouldn't have found you as quick-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence as two fingers were pressed against his lips. "It's...it's dangerous enough that you know who I am...I can't know who you are, Minou. Master Fu-" "-is wrong. He's just as capable of making bad decisions as anyone else. That time he took Plagg and Tikki away from us is proof of that. I firmly believe that the idea of us not knowing who the other is for the sake of our safety is pretty much bullshit at this rate." He kissed her fingers, eyes never leaving hers in a gaze so intense that Marinette felt like her entire body was lit up in flames. "We've been partners for a long time, our trust in each other is beyond comprehensible and you know for a fact that I'd rather die than waver my loyalty to you, Marinette." He pulled her towards him in another embrace, burying his nose into the nape of her neck and let his lips trail on the soft, sweet skin with butterfly kisses. The kiss burned more than the fire that the akuma plagued on Paris. Each and every pucker took Marinette's breath away and the way he tugged her hair so that he could have access to her throat was downright sinful. When his teeth grazed the sensitive area below her ear, Marinette's eyes fluttered closed and a soft sigh escaped her lips. "Chat Noir..." Her voice would have been inaudible had it not been for the boy's heightened hearing. This of course encouraged a deep purr to rumble from the hero and his lips got closer and closer to hers... "My name...say my name, Marinette," Chaton's lips brushed against Dupain-Cheng's as he spoke, voice so hoarse and exposed. Familiarity filled Marinette from head to toe but she couldn't for the love of god figure out why. Instead, she frowned and bowed her head down in defeat. "I don't...I don't know..." She raised her head back up when Chat Noir tsked in response, squeezing her tighter. "Minou..." The familiarity was starting to weigh down on her like a boulder and it was driving Marinette crazy. "Find me. Please. I love you...all of you. If you're not going to let me tell you who I am then you have to find me. You're a smart girl, My Lady. So smart. I can see that you're close to figuring it out." He kissed her cheeks softly and then darted back to her neck, this time to distribute an open mouthed kiss and suck the skin hard. "Chat Noir!?" Mari gasped, face rouged and teeth biting down her bottom lip to avoid any shameful sounds from coming out of her throat. When he pulled away, Marinette bumped her forehead against his with irritation, scoffing at his pained yelp. "What was that for!? O-ooooooh if the cleansing light doesn't heal this, how am I going to explain this to my parents? Alya? AH- and Adrien!? He's going to be so annoyed..." It took everything for Chat Noir to hide his smirk, rubbing his fingers against Marinette's hips. "Then he'll know that this princess is off limits, no~?" "Stupid, possessive, blonde, idiots!" "Hey, I'm smart, not stupid like model boy," "UGH! Fuck you!" "Is that an offer?" "JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME BANDAGE YOU BACK UP SO THAT WE CAN KICK THE AKUMA'S ASS AND THEN I'LL KICK YOUR ASS YOU STUPID ALLEY CAT!" "That wasn't a no~" ~(x)~ Adrien gawked in horror from the doorway when the scarf that was wrapped around Marinette's neck unravelled and spilled onto the floor. The girl quickly slapped her hand against her neck to hide the hickey but she couldn't avert her eyes from his. It was just the two of them in the locker room. Probably the two few remaining students in the building since they had extra curricular activities. "OH- Erm...hi Adrien? I was not expecting to see you here hahah! Did you manage to beat Kagami this time or-" Marinette ended her default babbles with a squeak as the blonde haired teen stormed towards her, peeling her hand off her neck only for his eyes to widen at the 'gift' that the cat bestowed. "Marinette...you chose him?" The boy laid out the kitten eyes, internally cackling at the way his lady scrambled for words. Plagg may have warned him of the rage of a Ladybug but dieu, the shit eating cat inside him couldn't help but keep up the tease. Sure, acting jealous of his alter ego wasn't going to be much help in Marinette solving his identity but at the same time, he didn't want to make this too easy for her. It wasn't fair that he's fallen head over heels for both sides of her since the beginning and struggled with those feelings for such a long time while it's only recently that she began crushing on his vigilant half, right? To summarise, he was the equivalent of a naughty, bratty kitten trapping a bug under his paws and he loved every second of it. "I haven't chosen anyone- not yet...I...I don't know what to do." Now, a tiny bit of guilt was gnawing on Adrien's chest. Maybe he's gone a bit too far? "The two of you have thrown me in quite a loop, confessing left and right..." Her sweet blush wiped the guilt off his chest clean. Maybe...simple, ordinary Adrien Agreste has a chance? Just maybe...she's starting to have feelings for him too...? "Has he kissed you?" Adrien leaned closer, placing his hands against the locker that Marinette was backed up against, pinning her in place. Forward but not aggressive. With the way she eyed him beneath her lashes, his actions was more than happily received. "Not really..." "Can I kiss you?" His lips were barely brushing hers now. "...please," Immediately, their lips crashed into one another without any finesse. All pent up feelings, all raging emotions, all were expressed in this one, deep kiss like a ferocious fire. Adrien tangled his fingers with Marinette's, pressing his body tight against hers and tilted his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. Heat and hormones drove their bodies on autopilot. Marinette moved her arms around his neck, slipping her digits through Adrien's hair whilst the boy in question wrapped his arms around her waist, hands wondering dangerously low and cupping every part of her with desperation. The familiarity that laid low in Marinette's mind soon jumped back by ten folds as sharp teeth nipped the rim of her lips, parting the soft pair so that his tongue could slip in and bring her even closer. Her mind kept on rebooting at every touch, every nibble, every sound, every kiss until she forgot her own name. Suddenly, a small hiss of pain escaped Adrien's throat, causing Marinette to break the kiss, heaving and notice that he was edging his shoulder away from her fingers. "Adrien...?" "Ignore it." The boy grunted, slamming his lips back onto hers, this time cupping her cheek with one hand and pulling the bands of her hair so that he could comb his fingers through the smooth, silky locks. Familiarity stroke back to Marinette despite the distracting, excitable kiss. Adrien began to trail his lips south, parallel to the hickey that Chat Noir left till he reached the area below her collarbones. Unlike his roaring passion that started the kissing session, Adrien ended it with a sweet, subtle kiss on her skin. The way Marinette heaved and panted sent many thoughts and fantasies to the dishevelled boy's head, concluding that he indeed needed to take a cold shower as soon as he got home. "Adrien..." Marinette breathed out sweetly, cheeks flushed beyond compare and fingers tangled with the fabric of his shirt as she struggled to stay upright. "That's my name," Adrien cutely bumped his nose with hers and then backed off, smirk growing when she slid down the locker and onto the floor in a daze. "I'll see you around, Princesse," With a wink, the boy patted her cheek and then slinked off with that enviable model grace of his. A few minutes went past yet Marinette refused to move. Adrien's last few words kept circling in her mind. 'That's my name- that's what he said. But why did he say that? That's such a weird thing to say, right? And since when did he start calling me Princesse-' . . . Insert a record scratch. Tikki, the poor kwami who had to witness the entire endeavour simply shook her head with a sigh, praying that her holder didn't murder Plagg's kitten. "DAMMIT ADRIEN AGRESTE! FUCK YOU!!!!" "At least take me out to dinner first~!" The stupid boy's voice came from the window outside the locker room and Marinette didn't think twice before running towards it to see his shit eating grin plastered on his face from below. ~(x)~ "So all this time you were in love with civilian me, ever since I gave you my umbrella?" "Mmhm." "And you were suppressing your feelings for cat me for around the same time?" "Yep." "So basically I was being an absolute, obtuse idiot who's been cockblocking myself?" "Uh-huh." "Wow. Well fuck me!" "After the days of grief you've given me in choosing between you and you, you don't even deserve a kiss let alone getting laid." "Dammit...so...you gonna untie me now or are ya gonna leave me hanging upside down on the tower forever...?" "Heh~ you're gonna stay there and rot till eternity Chaton." "NoooOOooOOoOOooooo..." . . . ~(x)~

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Shouto Todoroki as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Summary: can you guess? The title!!

Warnings: not-nice words, little bit of angst, mentions of self-harm, fluff, a really really really corny joke

BF Scenarios Tag List:

@thedreadthreadanomaly​

HMU if you wanna be added!!

look at his fucking biceps OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAA

The tank top?? Shit, please wear the more often

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It all started one fateful day when you caught him staring at you from across the lunch table

You set down your chopsticks

“Todoroki, is there something on my face?”

“You’re beautiful.”

The whole table goes absolutely silent and Mina and Midoriya choke on their food at the exact same time 

“... What?”

“You look really cute when you chew. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No… no one has. Th-Thanks, Todoroki.”

Then the heterochromatic boy went back to his soba

Later on, he realizes what he’s feeling for you is called ‘love’ and asks you out

Shouto is aloof but affectionate and very attentive

It takes time for him to trust you because he hasn’t had anyone he can really depend on in a while

You’re one of the only people besides his sister and brother that has shown any appreciation or love toward him so it won’t take him too long to warm up to you

When he does, he will talk about his past

These moments that you have with him, when he reveals his sad, shadowy past, they’re really important. It’s what makes Shouto, Shouto. He would really appreciate being able to tell you these things because when he does, it feels like a huge weight off his chest

Shouto might have nightmares from time to time, waking up yelling “No! Don’t hurt her! S-Stop, stop!” and breaking into a cold sweat

He might ask you, “Do I act like… him?” “Am I gonna turn out like Endeavor?”

No bby. Never.

Shouto is really protective. After seeing his mother abused and Natsuo and Fuyumi ignored, he doesn’t want you to feel like your alone, or unloved, or unprotected

That’s why, when he sees an over-confident looking asshole saunter up to you and you step back timidly, he’s gonna take action and tell the bitch to fuck off

The guy isn’t gonna be around for very long when he finds out ‘the son of endeavor’ is your boo

BUT here’s the thing; Shouto doesn’t know how godly and hot he is, so make sure you remind him

I mean, you are the one that helped him accept himself!

He’s a “one date a week” kind of guy

Cold soba with shouto → lady and the tramp style

PDA is a thing → hand-holding and cuddling on the couch in the common room

He might grab your face and kiss you to get a reaction out of Bakugou

Sho likes to play with your hands

When he’s tired he’s gonna smoosh his face into your chest, tummy, or thighs

Shouto is a chapstick d00d

Lips → soft and pretty and fun to kiss

Shouto’s pet names for you can be; princess, beautiful, babe, gorgeous, and baby girl

He likes to take you on walks at night because the cool night air helps him clear his mind

You’re always trying to make him crack a smile and he can’t help but grin when you tell him a terrible pun or joke no matter how hard he tries

“Hey Sho, what do sharks put on their sandwiches?”

“What?”

“Peanut butter and jellyfish!”

“Oh my god Y/n.”

Your presence is calming to your boyfriend. That’s why he insists you sleep in the same bed. (as long as your ok with that. sho wouldn’t pressure you into anything. ever.) He needs you in his arms to fall asleep

“Y/n. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Why not?”

*cuddling ensues*

Ok… fights

Um

Shouto Todoroki is very strong-willed

It doesn’t matter what you did, he would never hit you. If you strike him, he won’t do it back. The only time he’d ever lay hand on you that wasn’t gentle, would be a firm shake on your shoulders to knock a little sense into you

Nothing more

If you’re hurting yourself, he might swat something out of your hands

If your crying, Shouto will wrap you in lots of blankets and sit with you until you tell him why your face is leaking

If you cry, he cries

Guilt tears at his poor heart until he literally cannot breathe when you don’t tell him right away because he’s worried he did something

“Y/n, what’s wrong princess? No, no don’t cry- It’s fine, you’re safe… Please stop crying…”

How could such a fucking angel do anything wrong? Shouto is innocence at its finest! god-tier muscles! Hot! Kind! Oblivious!

He loves you so fucking much

If you’re hurting so is he

To make things better, he will literally do anything; spend his father’s massive fortune, cuddle for weeks on end, therapy, dates, food, ANYTHING to make you happy again

His scar… oof that’s definitely a topic I need to cover

Even after having it for years, Sho is still really insecure about it. When people (reporters and such) mention it to him you can visibly see his mood drop

One time, he was going to be in a movie, and his makeup person said “Alright Mr. Todoroki! Now let’s cover up that disgusting scar.”

He almost cried

When he told you what happened, you were livid

I dragged him to the studio at two in the morning and chewed out the director for a while with Sho standing behind you, holding you back

“Disgusting? Seriously? My boyfriend is a fucking GOD compared to you, you nasty, retarded, tone-deaf, dickhead-”

“Y/N! Calm down!”

You weren’t letting your precious Shouto act in any more movies. He had a career to focus on anyway

[wonderland-in-bloom]

wolf!male!reader confessing to the savanaclaw boys w/ baked goods

@nikis-restaurant asked: yo yo yo! if possible i'd love to request hcs of the Savanaclaw boys with a wolf!male!reader who's in the same dorm, is v cheerful, enjoys baking sweets and ends up confessing to them with a cake (or another baked good of some kind) in their favorite flavor? i've thought this was a super cute lil' idea and i've had it in my head for weeks but w/o any idea how to go about requesting it to someone ww

this is so cute aaa!! tysm for requesting this!! i’ll do my best to make you all die over how incredibly cute the savanaclaw boys are (even though they’re supposed to be the most manly lololol)

♡

leona kingscholar

you’ve been crushing on your senpai for quite sometime now

being a first year, you didn’t see him often in classes, but you saw him plenty in the savanaclaw dorms and early magift practices 

due to having such a hard time approaching him, you decided it was best for you to bake something for him (one of your specialties!)

you weren’t too sure if he was going to like sweets or any kind of fruit pie (seeing as he hates vegetables you figured he wouldn’t be such a big fan of fruits too) and so you baked a meat pie especially for him

you delicately placed the pie in a basket along with a letter

luckily he was currently in magift club so you sneaked into his room and placed the basket on top of a table (after moving all of his cluttered stuff)

before you left, you quickly cast a spell on it so that it would stay warm throughout the day and so that it doesn’t spoil

you then quickly made your escape and retreated to your own room

that afternoon, leona came back from magift club with a sore body and honestly, he was just ready to pass out 

however before reaching his bed, a heavenly aroma filled his nose and it led him all the way to a table (which he actually forgot he had because he dumped basically all of his stuff on top of it)

he saw a basket he never saw before and just decided to see the contents inside. it was a perfectly baked meat pie with a letter resting beside it

dear: leona-senpai, you may not know me...that much...well, this is (y/n), a first year. senpai i look up to you a lot! you’re an amazing magift player! you’d do anything to reach your goals! i aspire to be like you senpai! i...like you a lot senpai! please accept this meat pie i baked especially for you! we don’t have any classes together, and i know how busy you must be being the dorm leader, so i decided to bake this for you! you must be tired so why not wind down and enjoy :)) signed, (y/n)

was this a confession? he thought to himself but smiled anyways. he folded the letter carefully (something which would shock ruggie if he saw him do this) and placed it in his pocket

all the savanaclaw students had the daily, early morning magift training and you were lined up with all the other students

unlike usual where he would just be watching by the sidelines leona stepped forward and stood in front of all the students

“(y/n) (l/n).” you flinched “follow me.” you followed him with a confused look while he left ruggie to take care of the rest of the students

once you two were in the bleachers, he sat down and pulled you down to sit beside him. “thank you for the treat yesterday. it was amazing.”

“ah, it was nothing.” “by the way...the letter...” your eyes widened. “you’re right...i don’t know much about you.”

he then suddenly rested his head against your shoulder and slowly started to drift off to sleep “let’s change that”

was that an indirect reply to your confession..? oh well, that didn’t really matter. all you could do was stay perfectly still while your crush leaned their head against your shoulder and well, of course you stared at his beautiful, sleeping figure multiple times

ruggie and jack would be like wtf but eh they’d be chill with it 

ruggie would lowkey highkey take pictures to blackmail leona lol

ruggie bucchi

you were cooped up in the kitchen, currently making donuts for your senpai and crush, ruggie

you planned to ask him later that afternoon when he’s done with all his tasks to enjoy donuts with you 

as soon as you were done with the batter, you heard the door to the kitchen creak open 

“oii! (y/n)! nice seeing you here!” your eyes widened and you tried your best to come up with a decent lie if he asked

“uwaaaa, what are you making?” “just some batter to fry some things later!” you were a horrible liar “what about you senpai? what are you doing here?” “leona-san asked for some recipe they used to cook at the palace all the time. so here i am.”

he got started on cooking the meal and left you a little confused, dazed, and flustered

the whole kitchen was quiet and it was that way for the remainder of the time you two were there

you put the donuts in the fryer and had prepared the icing, by then ruggie was almost done with whatever leona asked him to make 

when you were done dipping all your donuts in various different icing, ruggie was about to leave the room before you called out to him “uhm, ruggie-senpai! if you don’t mind...do you wanna join me for some donuts in the botanical garden...?”

he looked shocked for a while before chuckling. “sure! i’ll meet you in ten minutes!” he then scurried off to give the dorm leader his order

you started to make your way to the botanical garden and set a little picnic-like setting for both you and ruggie

“wow (y/n)! this looks amazing!” “eheh, thanks!”

you both started to munch on your homemade donuts and ruggie was complimenting you after every bite he could

“you know ruggie-senpai, i could continue doing this for you if you want. i’ll do even more things than just bake for you. i’ll be there every step of the way!! because...well...i like you...” you whispered the last part

ruggie paused before he bursted into laughter

“you sure are an interesting fella, (y/n).” his laughter died down. “but...i’ll consider...”

jack howl

being jack’s best friend all your life, you knew something was wrong with him throughout the week. he was much more moody, quiet, and distant.

you wanted him to forget whatever he was thinking about and just make his mood better

so you took it upon yourself to bake a pear compote pie especially for you best friend...and crush

you admitted that you had this ‘little’ crush on jack since you were both really young, and you decided to confess today out of all days to just hopefully make him think about something else than whatever he was thinking about

you happily skipped to your shared room with the pear compote pie in your hands. once you entered, jack’s ears twitched and his tail started wagging

this made you smile and chuckle slightly. “i made your favorite...” you took a seat beside him in your shared work table. you started to cut pieces of the pie for him and just admired him while he was eating

“what?” “eh? what what?” “you’re staring” “OH! sorry!” 

“jack, what’s wrong” he looked up from the plate. “huh?” “you’ve been kind of...off this past week. is everything alright?” 

jack placed the plate down and scooted closer to you 

“i’ve just been really homesick...” but his little frown turned into a smile. “but (y/n), you being here reminded me that...a little part of home will always be here with me. from your amazing, signature, pear compote pie to...well...you being here beside me.”

“and i’ll continue to be with you every step of the way, jack.” you placed your hand on his cheek. you took a deep breath. you were finally going to tell him. after all these years. 

“jack...listen...i really think--” you felt a pair of lips crashing onto your’s, the taste of pear compote infiltrating your mouth

when you both pulled away, jack started to chuckle 

“you really think i wouldn’t know? after all these years? come on (y/n), i know everything about you. besides, you really need to improve your lying skills.” 

“NO FAIR! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SAPPY AND CHEESY AND--” “there, there. at least you got a kiss.”

he was right. at least you got a kiss from the love of your life :))

♡

its 12.50am here and im screaming over the latest chapter of owari no seraph omg ;-; mika and yuu AAAAAAAAAAAA MY BABIESSS anyways enough of me rambling lol,, i will update ‘wish upon a star’ chapter 2 tomorrow! have a good morning/day/noon/afternoon/evening/night/early morning wherever you are in the world! and remember to stay safe!

love, a♕

[newhologram]

Now that I’m home, I expect Keith will be back to say that I only pretended to be sick for the dRuGs. Random hospital stuff:

(tw for suicide attempt mention a bit below)

This was my first time being admitted, surprisingly. I’ve never been hospitalized like this, only had short ER stays. I realized that it was the longest I’d stayed at a hospital since I was born and had to stay in the incubator. I took a walk with my IV and wondered what the halls of the hospital looked like in the late 80′s. 

Two weeks ago during my first visit, the poor receptionist had to ask so many people to put their mask on. They’d just march right into a hospital with nothing covering their faces?? One of them put a mask on (wrong) and then sat to charge his phone and grumbled to the person next to him about “oOOooo we’re supposed to believe this place was just FILLED with dead bodies a few weeks ago” wat

These past two times the ER had some splashes of chaos that I had not experienced before. It’s usually quiet every time I go. The first time there was a teenage girl in so much pain and then having a screaming panic attack. I felt so bad for her. Eventually both of us were in wheelchairs in the lobby awkwardly facing each other. We were both so tired and slumped in our seats. 

(TW suicide attempt) A while later two people brought their friend in. They couldn’t stay because of the patients-only rule for covid, but they were very thorough and provided pictures of bottles for the staff. This young man ended up in the same room as me and so I heard them pump his stomach. Sounded absolutely miserable. I hope he’s okay. 

A guy was wheeled in at like 6am with a broken ankle from a skateboarding accident. I heard them behind the curtain getting him to sign a form so they could knock him out and pop the bone back in aaaaaaaaaaaa

The man next to me was admitted for hearing voices. He sounded very distressed and they brought in a remote robot-doctor to talk to him. They could barely get him to focus enough to talk about medication.

I was running to the toilet so much during the colitis attack the first visit so I had to unplug the IV/monitors constantly. The nurse said she could bring me a thing to go in (not the sample hat) but I was so worried I would make a mess or something. I’m sure they deal with that kind of stuff all the time but I didn’t want it to be me T_T

All of my nurses were awesome but especially the first and last ones. The first one very cheerfully got the blood thinner belly-shot ready for me. I was nervous because my belly is so sore already obviously but I asked, “this can’t be worse than a butt shot, can it?” and it wasn’t. But she was still apologetic and asked if I was still her best friend when she injected me. xD

This same nurse helped me with the enema before the scopes. It says a lot about how desensitized I am to having to constantly deal with butt stuff that we were able to do my enema, painful and bloody and all, while having the nicest conversations. She trusted me enough to ask about certain things like gender identity and vocabulary around queer stuff. It’s so nice to talk with adults who are accepting and supportive. She told me that she believes in things being meant to be and she expressed that she was happy that she was meant to be my nurse. BAW

I was having a hard time waiting in the GI lab for my scope. I was just feeling awful, physically and emotionally. But the team that did my scopes was awesome and instantly cheered me up. The doctor was like, “so I hear you’re a gamer?” and I was surprised he knew (learned from the nurse lol). He asked what my fav game is and he told me excitedly his was Pong. The anesthesiologist was getting ready to knock me out and she said regarding my pick, “aww, I never got to play that one, but I played 1-3!”

She also asked about my cervical spine issues since it was on my file and so she made sure that they were really gentle with my neck for the upper scope. I appreciated it so much, the last thing I needed was a neck flare up on top of this. They put my mouth guard in and she began zonking me. I said “byeeee... seeee yaaaa” and next thing I knew I was concerned about Anna Nicole Smith in the recovery room. 

As usual I was incredibly raw and sore after all the biopsies. The swelling and abdominal pain persisted and so I was calling the night nurse a lot. Eventually he stopped waiting for me to ping him and just came in every 4 hours to give me more morphine which only seemed to give me like 20 mins of relief each time. It was a really rough night and I didn’t sleep much at all. Lots of night sweats and waking up gasping, which is a problem for me anyway, but I had hoped the drugs would help. I think the stress was just overwhelming.

Eventually I asked if they had toothbrushes because I felt nasty and I joked that I hadn’t even thought to bring my 12-step skincare regimen. The night nurse laughed and said “ohh, that’s why your skin is so nice, we were wondering about it. What brands do you use?” and so we had a nice chat about skincare which is always welcome :D 

My last nurse was really spunky and fun. She kept my spirits high and even went out of her way to find me a heating pad which finally allowed me to get a much needed nap in. 

Overall, unpleasant because hospital stay, but all of these good people really made a big difference. I felt heard and cared for. 

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Birthday fic from Yours the Author!

Ms. Emmibee: is me birthday day.

Me: *Tumbling down a flight of stairs, breaking a comical amount of theater vases that are made to be broken* HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

So yes! It’s Ms. Emmibee’s birthday, so we all know what that means! Presents and (cookie) cake! It’s not possible to send real cookie cake through the internet, though, but a present is a present!

I had actually planned this one out vaguely after the last update. It made sense that we wouldn’t get a lot of time in Temmie Village, since the plot must go on, but I figured most people would appreciate some cute Temmie and Emmibee action. I wrote this all out today. I don’t know if I quite captured the magic of Tem Village, but I like to think there’s a little bit of it here. I’ll let you decide for yourself. See you at the bottom!

What Could it Mean?

“Emmi, I kindly ask—and by ‘kindly’, I mean ‘in a way that won’t cause a scene’—that you stop vibrating so intensely.”

“But it’s Temmie Village, Dr. Gaster! I can’t not be excited!”

“The Temmies are excitable enough without you encouraging them. I’d rather not deal with any more hyperactivity than necessary.”

“Hyperactive or actively hyper?”

“…What?”

“What?”

“…Strange woman.”

“I know. But isn’t that why you like me?” “No more questions. Let’s just—”

“HOI!!!!” Dr. Gaster sighed for ten whole seconds as Emmibee gasped at her first in-person look at a Temmie. She bounced on the toes of her rubber rain boots as the little monster skipped over to them.

She was just as cute as she was in the game, but even smaller; probably no bigger than a munchkin cat. Her quadrupedal body was covered in short, soft white fur, two pairs of ears, a little mane of black hair, and a deep sky-blue shirt over the top half of her body.

Smiling giddily, Emmi pointed at her while grinning at the skeleton companion. “Undoubtedly, a Temmie.”

“Undoubtedly,” Dr. Gaster agreed. “Can we please—”

“HOI!!!” Another Temmie popped up.

“Behold, a Temmie,” Emmi bowed to the newcomer.

“I am aware. Can we—”

Another Temmie trotted over. “Could it be a Temmie?” Emmi wondered.

“Actually, I’m Bob. Nice to meet you,” Bob said. Emmi let out a high-pitched noise.

Dr. Gaster sighed again. “I’m going to the Tem Shop. Can I trust you won’t leave the village?” Emmi was currently chanting “hoi” with the growing group of Temmies. “…I suppose I can.” He made his way to the shop.

One of the Temmies suddenly wiggled her tail the way a cat does before it pounces and leapt up into Emmi’s arms. Emmi extended her arms to catch the Temmie, but a thought suddenly occurred to her: aren’t humans allergic to Temmies? The Temmie landed in her arms, and she instinctively adjusted herself for maximum comfort for the carrier and the carry-ee. Oh wait; I’m a monster now, she remembered. Does that still count? The Temmie she was holding vibrated gently in her arms, and the other Temmies and Bob crowded around her feet, looking a few seconds away from swarming her in a pile of cute. Guess it does.

As much as she would have loved to be swarmed in a pile of cute, Emmi didn’t know when she’d get a chance to explore Temmie Village like this again. Carefully wading through the tiny monsters, she began to look around the small cavern.

True to the game, the walls, ceiling, and floor were made of dark blue stone, but unlike the game, the air was cool and damp and seemed to somehow cast a shiny quality to the stone, if she looked at just the right angle and level of light. There wasn’t any quirky music playing in the background, but the air thrummed—no, vibrated—with an energy that could only be explained by the mysterious power of Temmie.

She took some time to say HOI to each Temmie she passed, admired the rich history of Tem and the statue of Tem, returned the compliments of an adamant Temmie (awawawa! bee lady… such a… cute!!!) and exchanged parenting tips with the parent of a special hardboiled egg (tem and bee… pROUD pARENTS!!!). Emmi considered saying hello to the owner of the Tem Shop, but one peek into the room revealed an irate Dr. Gaster trying to explain why he wouldn’t accept Tem flakes in exchange for all of the items he was selling. It would probably be best to leave him be.

That was when she spotted it: the dancing mushroom, swaying their arms to an invisible tune. Hugging the Temmie she was still holding tighter to her chest, she strode up to the mushroom, swaying her hips and bopping her head to the beat. She giggled and sang with them, “Mushroom dance, mushroom dance… what could it mean?”

The mushroom raised their cap to peer up at her, eyes narrow. “Failure is terrifying,” they said, “but not nearly as terrifying as success.”

The world suddenly stopped; not like a record scratch. It was more like if the planet had stopped spinning, but everyone wasn’t flung off into space. All of the cold and none of the water in the room seemed to cling to Emmi, getting under her raincoat, under her skin, coating her SOUL in an icy sheet. Her breath caught in her throat, her vision tunneled, and there was an intense feeling of being watched…

“Emmi?” The mushroom lowered their cap and went back to swaying. The Temmie in her arms hopped down, her face following a moment after. Emmi looked up to see Dr. Gaster putting something into the pocket of his lab coat and gesturing for her to follow him. “Time to go.”

Emmi’s legs felt a bit weird, like they had almost but not quite fallen asleep, and they were trying to remember how to work. The cold feeling lingered, though not as strongly as it had before Dr. Gaster brought her back to reality. She stumbled backwards, trying not to fall over as she stared at the mushroom again. They weren’t looking at her, preoccupied with their dance. The sudden shift in the mood had left her disoriented and a bit overwhelmed. What that mushroom said… it was way too on the nose for her liking. Had it not been for Dr. Gaster, she would have stood there for the rest of time as she tried to make sense of how that mushroom knew…

She would be grateful to the doctor for saving her from herself, even if he never found out.

“Coming…” she replied, taking one last look at the mushroom before steadily following Dr. Gaster out of Temmie Village.

***

It’s probably a good thing Emmibee didn’t go to the Temmie in the wall. She definitely didn’t need a double dose of the feeling of being watched. Poor Emmi. How did that mushroom know?

“Hyperactive or actively hyper” was a play on the joke “working hard or hardly working”. I was originally going to put a fourth wall breaking joke in that part of the story, but it occurred to me that Dr. Gaster wouldn’t let that go so easily.

Emmi identifying the Temmies (hey, that rhymed!) is a reference to the snow poffs of Snowdin. You all probably already know this, but interacting with every snow poff will tell you that, indeed, you are interacting with a snow poff.

Temmies have a rich history. What is that history? It’s rich. That’s all you need to know, and all you’ll ever find out, probably.

Emmi is going to be a parent sometime soon (skelebaby boys!), so it’d be a good idea to get parenting tips from an experienced parent, even if that parent’s child is a hardboiled egg. Every bit helps!

The scene with the mushroom is what really inspired me to write this. Visually, the shading in that penultimate panel was stunning. I wanted to translate what it looked like Emmibee was feeling into words. What did she see? What did she feel, physically and emotionally? These are questions I have to know the answers to as an author, and if they’re not written already, I’ll write down my own interpretations.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EMMIBEE! One year older, bolder, and wiser! Despite everything, I hope this is a good one for you. I mean it. I’ll be posting this to FFN and AO3, if you’re okay with that. Looking forward to more of your content, be it a full comic page or a textpost gushing about a cute kitten gif. Until then! ~~~ AAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH????? I really really loved doing this scene and you did it justice absolutely PERFECTLY. Emmi’s excitement about experiencing the Underground knows no bounds!! (Also, her dancing along with the mushroom is EXACTLY what I was imagining)

I’m really happy you enjoyed the page! It feels kind of filler-y to me, but it really is important to both the narrative and tone of the story. More pages will be coming soon I promise!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES

Feel free to post this on your FF and AO3 accounts! 

THANK YOU AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAAA

[pbjamas]

aHA-! Love that, Hawks not existing before his 18th birthday, Shinsou friendship!!! That's so cold, just notify in case of death??? Yo what. They ask Hawks for a name, and I can see this going two ways. #1 They tell him that he's been de-aged and about his future hero name and its just KINDA ODD how easily he takes to being called 'Hawks.' Like he's already used to it or #2 He's dodging and being deflective.

(Part 2) "What's your name kid?" (Its not very nice to call a child by only their future hero name after all, right?) "I'm nobody! No one you need to know. Stranger danger y'know? Call me anything you want." Also Hawks still wearing gloves because he's trying to hide his talons and they accidentally get slipped off while idk, the first thing that comes to mind is Hasks resisting being pulled away somewhere. Last angsty scenario for this AU, for the time being.

(Part 3) Hawks' mom seeing him being escorted to their house by heroes, or is it just Aizawa + Tsukauchi? They'd look like Hpsc men. And raging at him for losing them all that money because he "was a failure and got kicked from the program" (does he slap him or something? shiny rings cutting his face) and the heroes finally realize "oh shit, maybe this is why he said he didn't wanna come here"

(Part 4) they were so eager to rid themselves of Hawks being a 'burden' and 'too hard to control' they end up hardening his heart when it comes to faith in heroes. They didn't listen to him, they took him back to that place, so now they've got a sad and hurt birb on their hands :( who wants to willingly go back to the hpsc now because nevermind these few seconds of freedom to breathe, its no good. And he's making it harder on the hpsc when it comes to keeping him secret until debut day.

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i don’t think that would happen with his mom bc hopefully she’d know he was supposed to be older than that??? lol. but like i don’t have a super favorable view of his family considering... you know. the fact that they just.... lol bye! yep we’ll let them erase your name!........so maybe. In my mind, I’d have it as like. his mom being very emotional and like, “oh! my boy!” and maybe some tears and such. but hawks being very distant and hesitant bc he’s like......i don’t even know you. you let them take me and you didn’t care.

tldr teenage hawks has just as much angst potential as baby hawks.

[half-blood-goods]

Beastars, Episode 7 thoughts

- “I am currently next to a somewhat dense male wolf” A bit harsh

- Egg sandwich? Is eating eggs okay sitting next to a hen?

- That pose tho

- “The egg sandwiches that he consumes on Wednesdays...The eggs within were, in fact, laid by none other than MYSELF” What the heck

- Oh so they sell the non-fertilized eggs to shops and stuff. I see. I love world lore.

- “I do this for the dignity and pride of all chickens” 🤣

- I love how dedicated she is about all this

- Is this going to be a background character episode? I love those

- I need a chill episode after the previous one

- Oh my God is she going to faint?

- Oh shit she fainted

- This is sad

- Oh they sell the sandwiches on a different day

- She’s so happy

- Very nice looking animation there! I love it

- Oookay i’m not sure i’m comfortable with this

- Don’t do this, my boy Legosi will be sad

- This is how Jackalopes are made kids

- LOUIS ARE YOU GIVING GOLDEN SHOWER TO THE FL- Oh you just shed your antlers

- You should not be ashamed of this Louis this is natural

- Oh who am i kidding we are talking about Louis of course he doesn’t want others to see him like that

- Are you trying to buy her silence?

- Well that didn’t work out

- “- a little Bambi covered in blood”

- “I’d rather have your love than your money” Okay that’s sweet. But still, poor Legosi

- “I already have a fiancée. You said you have accepted that, right?” Don’t do this to me

- WELL FUCK

- Heyyyy. Sooo yeah, this will be awkward

- Oh okay Legosi didn’t see Haru

- Louis CALM DOWN

- Legosi you should stop sniffing others, just saying

- “Are you and Haru friends?” Oh you sweet summer child. I’m so sorry for you

- “THEN we’re friends” Why did you have to phrase it like that Louis

- You had a growth spurt?

- Someone help this dude

- WHEN DID YOU CAME IN?!?

- I love her energy

- Legosi, NO. Don’t do this to me. My ship is under attack

- How does taking off his jacket makes him more attractive to you, Juno?

- Also let’s just stop there

- “You’ll learn about it in ecology in Year 2″ JFC LEGOSI

- Legosi, bro, you are amazing, but HOW CAN YOU BE SO DENCE 

- Our loveable dumbass protagonist ladies and gentlemen

- Poor girl. I feel so bad for her. But i guess my ship is slightly less dangered? I hope? But oh God, she got friend zoned REAL hard

- Oh hey Jack. My boy is here. The cinnamon roll. What’s the problem?

- Aww smol Legosi loving his bugs

- OH NO HE FOUND THE MAGAZINE

- Not cool dude, that’s against the Bro-Code

- He is so pure. We must protect him

- Oh he’s feeding his bugs

- Boop the snoot? No? Okay.

- LEGOSI USED MEGA KICK

- Legosi just CALM DOWN

- ….Legosi…. Oh you poor thing

- Oh no. Oh this is bad.

- Legosi! Don’t do anything stupid! Legosi!

- “I’m in love with you.” AAAAAAAAAAAA

- That moment when he spreads the paint on his face looks so cool

- WELL. This episode certainly took a sudden turn. Holy shit. Just wow.

[dream-of-kpop]

SKZ Are Fuckboys For a Day

*SKZ sits in chairs lined up against the wall in the JYP building, bored out of their minds*

*Itzy walks in*

Woojin: "Ooo she dummy thicc."

Jeongin: "I don't know what that means but I hella agree."

*Chan whistles*

Chan: "YO YEJI!"

*Itzy keeps walking*

Chan: "YEJIIIIIIIII!"

*Itzy is gone*

Chan: "Whatever, she was ugly anyway."

Minho: "FOREALLLL, at least go after Nayeon like I did."

Chan: "Yo leave my sisters outta this."

Minho: "Sorry bro, but I already smashed."

Chan: "WHAT????"

Jisung: "YOOOO I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WORK AT NAYEON FOR MONTHS TF?"

Minho: "I got skills bruh."

*Chan gives Minho the angriest stare*

Minho: "Is there a problem homie?"

Chan: "YEAH, TWICE ARE LIKE SISTERS TO ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT???"

Minho: "I needed to pipe bruh."

*Felix and Hyunjin film infront of a phone trying to be Eboys on Tik Tok*

Chan: "FELIX PUT DOWN THE PHONE, AM I IN THE WRONG FOR THIS?"

*Felix continues filming with Hyunjin while he speaks to Chan*

Felix: *poses* "Wrong about what?"

Chan: "Minho slept with Nayeon--WHO I CONSIDER LIKE A SISTER."

*Felix closes out the app*

Hyunjin: "Dude wtf? I wasn't finished lip syncing-"

*Felix leans over Hyunjin and talks to Minho*

Felix: *whispers* "So was it good?"

Minho: "After 4 shots of Soju, it was litty."

Chan: *listens to everything* "I can't stand y'all hoes..."

Felix: *claps hands together loudly* "HE CLAPPED CHEEEEEEEEEEEEKS~!"

*employees from the building stare at SKZ as they walk past them*

Woojin: "He clapped cheeks, no Sandy."

Jeongin: "Yo Chan, if it makes you feel better, you can have one of my hoes."

Jeongin: "Only one tho, I'm not THAT generous."

Chan: "I don't want your hoes."

Changbin: "What about mine??"

Chan: "I don't wan-"

Changbin: "Hold up, I'll call my homegirl from IZONE real quick. She'll hook you up."

Chan: "I said I don't want-"

Changbin: *On the phone* "Hey babe, you guys goin' out tonight?"

Chan: "Omfg..."

Jisung: *gets out of his chair and latches onto Changbin's shoulder* "HEY HEY I WANT ONE!!!"

Changbin: "YO CHILL OUT!"

Seungmin: *watches Jisung return back to his seat* "Same Jisung, I'm trying to get a piece too..."

Hyunjin: *fixes hair then goes back to filming on Tik Tok* "Thirsty ass..."

*Changbin finishes talking to Hyewon and hangs up the phone*

Changbin: "All right guys I gotta go."

Minho: "Wtf I thought you were getting Chan a date..."

Changbin: "She called me over so...I gotta go."

*Changbin smirks then leaves*

Minho: *watches Changbin walk away* "His bitchass is always trying to flex on us, god..."

*Chan still stares at Minho*

Minho: *looks back at Chan* "DUDE ARE YOU STILL NOT OVER THAT?"

Chan: "YEA!"

Woojin: "Minho just apologize already."

Minho: "I'm not saying shit. I'm doing what I need to do."

Chan: "I regret becoming a fuckboy with y'all."

Seungmin: "You weren't saying that when you were catcalling Yeji just now..."

Chan: "DUDE, HE SMASHED MY-"

Jeongin: "Blah blah blah, you say the same thing over and over..." *shakes head*

Chan: "Fine, I'll shut up then."

Hyunjin: "Thanks, I'm almost done with my Tik Tok."

Felix: "Wait lemme finish my part too."

*Felix grabs the phone from Hyunjin and they both pose together*

Chan: *stares then looks away* "I'm so disgusted by ya'll."

Hyunjin: "When we get 10 million followers, don't say shit."

Jisung: "Dang...can y'all shout me out on Tik Tok? I only got 3 million..."

Felix: "Did you pay our fee for a shoutout?"

Jisung: "I HAVE TO PAY A FEE???"

Hyunjin: "YEAH IT'S A LOT OF HARD WORK."

Jisung: "How broke are y-"

Seungmin: "Yo guys *reads a message off of his phone* CLC is practicing down the street, y'all wanna go?"

Jeongin: *running out the entrance doors* "TITTIESSSSSSS"

*the rest of SKZ gets up besides Chan*

Jisung: "You comin'?"

Chan: "...Fine."

.

[Bonus Ending]

*Changbin walks in the dorm at 2am*

Felix: "You're here early. What happened with Hyewon?"

Changbin: "Haha you know girls, they get soooo attached, so I had to drop her."

Felix: "She broke up with you didn't she?"

Changbin: *starts to cry* "yEs-"

Felix: "Come on, bring it in."

*Changbin hugs Felix as he cries into his shoulder*

Felix: "I know, I know. You didn't choose the fuckboy lifestyle, the fuckboy lifestyle chose you."

.

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[crackimagines]

May I please have either a Child!Blyth AU headcanon or story, where Alois is insistent on being called "uncle" instead of "big brother" and embarrasses Byleth to no end due to Alois's boastfulness that everyone in the monastery can hear him. And everyone is like "Alois, dude. As funny as this is, this child looks like they are going to kill you at any minute" and of course Alois is obvious to it

Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

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“AAAAAAAAAAAA”    “WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!-”

The one man, to bring child!Byleth to his knees and beg for mercy with words alone.

ALOIS.

Thanks for the ask anon, I absolutely love it! I hope you enjoy!

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Say ‘Uncle’ (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

child!Byleth Professor AU

Byleth didn’t know why Jeralt felt ill when he saw Alois back at the village. He understands now, and by Sothis he wish he didn’t.

—–

Byleth watched over the students training. Today all three houses were present.

Ashe was practicing his archery while Felix trained his swordsmanship.

Caspar and Raphael brawled using their fists while Ferdinand and Leonie sparred with lances.

Byleth kept mental notes of who was improving or not, making sure to talk with them once the free form training was over.

He was writing with a quill on a bench, writing onto a paper, several notes next to the student’s names. No one dared to bother him, as he was extremely focused.

However, his concentration completely shattered as he heard a voice call out to him, making his eyes go wide.

“AH, THERE’S MY LITTLE NEPHEW! BYLETH, UNCLE ALOIS IS HERE!”

Byleth broke his quill from the sheer shock of hearing such an embarrassing title.

That sure as hell wasn’t Jeralt, he’d rather throw himself into lava than shout something like that.

But, who in Sothis’s name would call him his nephew?

…Wait a second, did that person say ‘Alois’?

He turned around quickly and saw Alois, his arms wide.

Everyone stopped their training to look at Alois and Byleth.

(Caspar) “The professor has an uncle?”

(Leonie) “No…I just think Alois likes to think that…”

Felix and Ferdinand smirked while Ashe and Raphael laughed, seeing Byleth’s reaction.

“Come on, I’m waiting for a hug!” Alois shouted, making Byleth’s eyes go wider.

“What in the HELL is this nutjob talking about?!” Byleth shouted in his head. He put down his broken and quill and gently set his papers down.

He cleared his throat, and tried to appear calm.

“Um…what are you talking about, Alois?”

“Whaaa?! Come on, I’m Jeralt’s best friend, and the fact you’re such a young lad practically makes you my nephew!”

Everyone laughed now, seeing the utter confusion on Byleth’s face.

“I uh…I’m afraid I don’t know you quite well enough to-”

“Then let’s change that! COME ON, KIDDO!”

Now, Byleth was by no means weak. Even for his height, he was quite agile and sturdy. It’d take a lot, even for an adult in full plated armor, to lift Byleth up like any other child.

Alois? He doesn’t care about the info above. He simply picked up Byleth and put him on his shoulders, as if he were giving him a piggyback ride.

The fact Alois of all people was able to pick him up so easily broke any calm Byleth had in him.

“W-WHAT THE HELL?! I’M STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF-”

“Hey, someone your age shouldn’t be cursing like that! Now come on, lets enjoy some time together!”

“What?! N-NO! CLASSES ARE IN SESSION AND- PUT ME DOWN!”

If everyone was laughing before, they were now dying.

Raphael and Caspar completely lost focus and put their arms on each other’s shoulders. They were barely able to keep upright.

Ashe laughed so hard tears were coming out of his face, while Felix covered his mouth as he laughed.

Ferdinand waved goodbye to Byleth, laughing while saying “Don’t worry, professor! We’ll finish training, go have fun!”

Leonie was…less than amused. She looked to the ground, grumbling to herself.

“He never did that with ME…Hmph!”

As they left the training grounds, Byleth was somehow still on Alois’s shoulders, and from there he saw countless students and knights staring.

Claude and Hilda were waving at him, Edelgard and Hubert looked extremely confused as to what was happening while Dimitri started cracking up, confusing Dedue until he saw what made him laugh.

Several of the knights started laughing as well, nudging nearby guards to look at the scene, and in turn getting more onlookers.

(Claude) “Hey teach! How’s it like being tall?”

(Dimitri) “PFFFT, HAHAHAHA!-”

(Edelgard) “I didn’t think the professor could make a face that looked THAT mortified…Snrrk!”

Byleth on the outside did indeed look mortified, but on the inside, it was terrifying.

This was the angriest Sothis had ever heard Byleth scream.

“SOTHIS! ACTIVATE DIVINE PULSE RIGHT DAMNED NOW, OR I AM GOING TO RIP YOU IN HALF!”

“Ha, and miss this reaction from the oh so calm child? Not a chance!”

Byleth actively looked for a way to get off, and eventually had to stand on top of his shoulders.

Barely giving anytime for Alois to react, he backflipped off and landed perfectly onto the ground behind him. He had to find an escape route, and FAST.

“W-Wha?! Why did you go and do that for?!”

He sounded genuinely heartbroken.

“Is that any way to treat an uncle? I just wanted to spend some time with you is all!”

“L-Listen, I appreciate it but, please don’t shout things like that!”

“Nonsense! You’re Jeralt’s pride and joy! As his best friend, it’s my duty to make sure you enjoy yourself time to time! Besides, how come those kids, Mercedes and Annette got you to smile, but I can’t?”

DAMN THOSE TWO! THOSE BROWNIES WERE A MISTAKE!

“Alois, I am NOT a child!”

He raised an eyebrow, prompting everyone to laugh even harder than before.

Byleth was only making the situation worse, he realized.

“Ugh…if I go with you, can you please stop shouting all this embarrassing stuff?”

“OF COURSE- Er I mean! Of course, I wouldn’t want to embarrass my little nephew!”

He barely lowered his voice.

Against his will Byleth looked at the ground, his face starting to turn red.

“Fine…Let’s go…”

Alois’s eyes lit back up, and took Byleth to the market in town.

All the while, Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude watched the professor be dragged along against his will.

(Claude) “Never a dull moment, eh?”

(Dimitri) “I’m starting to feel bad for him.”

(Edelgard) “…Is anyone supervising the students he was looking after?”

CRASH!

(Claude) “…Oh no.”

Later…

It was now early evening when they finally got back. Alois was smiling brightly as he proudly marched back into the Monastery.

Byleth sighed, realizing that an entire day passed with his students doing goddess knows what.

Alois dragged him from food stand to food stand, then going window shopping around town.

There was a cute stuffed bear, but like hell Byleth was going to say something like that in front of Alois.

“Professor! What do you think you’re doing, leaving your class behind?!”

They both heard Seteth shout out.

“You cannot just-”

Seteth then saw Alois, and slowly began connecting the dots himself.

“…You were dragged along, weren’t you, Professor?”

“S-Sorry, Seteth.” Alois said, scratching the back of his head.

“Looks like I got a bit carried away. Heh!-”

“You carried the professor out of a lesson! There was a freak accident that had happened without his supervision that involved Caspar, Raphael and a suit of armor!-”

Byleth cut in, getting in front of Alois.

“It’s alright Seteth. I’ll personally take care of the problems that have arised myself…Though I’m afraid to ask what even happened.” He said, face palming.

Seteth looked at Byleth, then to Alois.

“If you are to take the professor out, please make sure it’s not during class hours. That is all.”

Seteth then left, with Alois looking at Byleth.

“Hah, thanks for that! Sorry to drag you out Byleth-”

“It’s okay. You just wanted to spend some time with your closest friend’s kid. No one can fault you for that.”

He turned around, his stone face intact, but Alois could tell he was sort of smiling.

“Today was…fun, if not completely ruinous for my reputation…”

Byleth bowed, saying “Thank you for today, Alois. I should take care of anything that happened. Good night.”

Byleth walked off, hearing Alois laugh heartily.

“Good night, my nephew!”

He cringed a little when he said that but…he wasn’t a bad man. He must’ve had a kid, because he made sure he was very attentive to Byleth.

Regardless, the problem still remained. It wasn’t whatever Seteth said, it was how the students were going to react tomorrow.

…It was going to be a LONG day, tomorrow…

[razorblade180]

Shackles pt4: A Rocky Start

“So let’s get started shall we?” A click of a button illuminates a completely white room devoid of windows. The gaurd reaches for Jasmine’s wrist and she promptly yanks a way and walks to the only chair in the middle of a room. She knew the drill already. Jasmine was at least gonna do it at her own pace.

The child sat down and placed both arms on the arm rest in between the thick leather straps. Her mind was racing; the nerves in her body already feeling like fire and making the chair creak with her slight trembling. “Let’s just get this over with already.” The soldier scoffs and tightens the straps before leaving the room. It wasn’t long before the door opens again with Sobek himself coming through it with a utility cart that has an array of tools. Each one unnerving her more. Regular needles, injections, a metal bar, wire, and worst of all, the shears. Jasmine can’t keep her eyes off them.

Sobek:So you’re causing trouble little one? I had I feeling I’d see you in this room again. You’re pretty feisty for a girl your age; certainly more grit than your brother it seems. Not to mention your parents.....you have your father’s charisma.

Jasmine:And then you tried to beat it out of him....

Sobek:Correction, I tried to carve it out of him. Unfortunately the man was beyond salvation much like your mother. *grabs injections*

The man methodically stares at the tip of it as he stands in front of her. Jasmine jumps slightly the moment Sobek’s hand grabs her arm.

Sobek:Don’t be scared, I’m not going to be as crude with you. Children....don’t survive that kind of strain.

The need goes into her arm easily. Jasmine stares at the mysterious clear liquid gets injected into her right arm. In mere seconds she started feeling strange. The room started getting even brighter to the point it was straining to keep both eyes completely open. A rapid pounded in her ears and Sobek’s calm grip felt more like a vice. Even the air itself stung each time she took a shallow breath. The man before her watched the drug kick in then snapped his fingers. The sound made her yelp in pain like a gunshot had went off right next to her. “Several hours of pure sensory overload should change your tune nicely.” He spoke in a hushed tone for her sake. It was last bit of mercy she would be given.

Sobek left the room but left the tools. His way or keeping her alert and making the girls own heartbeat a weapon against her. He walked into room that was right before her where the wall that would be her back wall was in fact a one way mirror. Connected to it was a panel with a variety of switches and knobs. He reached for one that was labeled temperature and dialed it down to forty degrees Fahrenheit then reached for another that increased volume. The only sound was feedback steadily rising. Waiting for just the level until.... “Aaaaaaaaaaaa~” he turned it back down on notch and could see Jasmine heaving; cold air visible with each exhale.

“Poor child. I’ll cure you in no time.”

xxxx

Yang:Are you sure this is the right way?

Blake:I don’t travel in the desert Yang. This is just as much of a leap of faith for me as it is for you.

Jacquelyn:Gee I’m glad I can feel the trust in this group.

The three had been walking through the desert for at least half an hour now. It was the dead of night, cold, and the moon was the only witness to anything out here. Yang was not a happy camper about any of that. She might’ve been aggressive to Jacquelyn earlier today but it was from a mix of shock and other things that were going on. Fighting a maiden was absolutely in every worse case scenario she came up with. Yang had sparred with her mother and helped Ruby push back Cinder in battle, however that only told her how different maidens all are from one another. Case in point, the floor right below them.

Right now the three women were walking in a straight line about a foot away from each other. Jacquelyn was of course in the front. Not simply because she’s the one with direction, but because she’s keeping them out of danger. Her powers allow her to change the sand below their feet into rock temporarily; a trick like that had to come with tons of practice. It stayed long enough in that state for Yang to tail her. Followed by Blake and the sand returned to normal.

Yang:Can’t you make this strip of solid land wider? You aren’t exactly lacking in resources.

Jacquelyn:The point is to disturb the ground as little as possible. White Fang and Nightstalkers burrow underground and sense vibrations in shifting sands so they can set sinkholes in appropriate spots. If I change the terrain too much then I’m bound to attract something.

Yang:White Fang....? You can’t be talking about the group right?

Blake:The group got its name from a grimm indigenous to menagerie. They’re build is almost like an dingo and they walk on all fours constantly unlike beowulves. Their face is a strange mix of feline and canine structure. Digging is sort of their thing and you might’ve guessed but their canines are white as bone; incredibly long too.

Jacquelyn:Being bitten by them with or without aura is a real pain. Let’s not deal with that shall we?

Yang:Why would your dad name an organization after a grimm?

Blake:One White Fang is ferocious and will do just about anything to get by.

Jacquelyn:A pack becomes organized and follows the alpha. In numbers they can shape the land around them and will try and stand against just about anything that stops them. That unity is the reason right?

Blake:Adam tell you that?

Jacquelyn:Who else? You gonna tell me that was a lie?

Blake:N...no....

Yang:......So Nightstalkers?

Jacquelyn:They’re basically Deathstalkers but prefer to trap their enemies instead of coming above ground. They do not waste time. The moment you fall into a trap they will try and sting you to stun you, then immediately eat you.

Yang:Yet these are the ones without “death” in their name.

Jacquelyn:I don’t name them. I just try to avoid them. I almost got eaten once but luckily I wasn’t alone.

Yang:I’m pretty sure magic helped.

Jacquelyn:That too...

Yang:Speaking of which, I can’t imagine this stone stepping trick is easy. Must have taken a lot of practice to get it right.

Blake:Yang....

Jacquelyn:It’s fine Blake. I know she’s gauging my strength; I can feel your eyes on me the entire time. It must be a bit unnerving for you to not to be the toughest person around right now isn’t it? Adam had a similar problem.

Yang:Never compare us.

That was a nerve hit Jacquelyn expected. The way Yang said that was enough to tell just how serious she was about it. A blast of warm air against her back was also a sign that the blonde was quite literally heated. It didn’t help that Yang probably could tell that she said that last part on purpose.

Jacquelyn:I was simply making conversation. Are you always like this? You must save hundreds on heating; I know I do. My maiden powers were given to me from a very young age. So yes, I’ve had plenty of time to learn “tricks” like controlling sediments.

Blake:Given?

Jacquelyn:From my mother. She lost her life when I was seven. Been more or less on my ever since. Well I guess that’s not true. James and even Ozpin made sure I lived well; it was in their best interest after all. They taught-

Blake:Wait. Your mom was all you had?

Yang:No town? No dad or anything. A grimm simply killed your maiden powered mom and left you defenseless.

Jacquelyn:Sigh...I said she lost her life; never mentioned any grimm. As for my dad and the village I grew up in, well, they’re the reason my mom lost her life in the first place.

This new information made the partners stop on their tracks. Yang looks at Blake who is just as surprised as she is. They look forward to see Jacquelyn staring at both of them. Her face was calm and more befuddled by the reason stopped.

Jacquelyn:Uhhh we’re sort on a time crunch and I can see my house from here. What’s with the stopping?

Yang:You just told us something heavy. Like really heavy.

Blake:Your dad and own people killed your mom?

Jacquelyn:Don’t forget smashed my hands and tried killing me as well hehe.....*frowns* people fear power, especially power they don’t understand. I don’t let it weigh me down anymore so no need for it to start weighing you both down. Let’s get a move on alright?

Blake:O...okay. I just don’t believe I could handle something like that if I was in your shoes; even with time that’s-

Yang:Extreme. Traumatic doesn’t even begin to describe it. People change after that. Not necessarily for the best, but to survive.

Jacquelyn:You’re not entirely wrong. I wouldn’t exactly say I’m the best version of myself or probably even the most sane.

Yang:That’s not what I want to hear. *scowls*

Jacquelyn:Would you have preferred a lie? I know how you and Blake feel about that sort of thing. You know, people pretending to be what they aren’t? Listen I get why you’re doing psychoanalysis on me, trying to figure me out, and you’ve made it very clear from the start that everything about this situation upsets you. I can understand that; respect it even. However, you’re being really annoying and pissing me off so either ask direct question or shut up.

Yang:Oh you have another thing coming if you think you can talk to me like that.

Jacquelyn:What are you gonna do about it? Did you learn enough about me to think you handle me.

Blake:Guys.....

Yang:I know I can handle you. I just wanted to know how much effort I was gonna need.

Blake:Guys yo-

Jacquelyn:That’s big talk from someone who needed help from her partner and bike to take down Adam. I beat him first try you know? Complete child’s play and I did it over and over again. I bet you figured that at though. After all... you don’t see any metal parts on me right?

Yang:Oh I am gonna-

Blake:GUYS! THE SAND!

Jacquelyn and Yang stop arguing and look around them. Moving mounds circle around them. Their speed makes it hard to count but it’s clear there’s a massive pack around them. Yang starts rolling her shoulders and puts her fist up. “So much for avoiding conflict.”

“Yeah well getting angry in the middle of nowhere might as well be a dinner bell.” Blake said with annoyance as she cocked her gun. “What were you two thinking?”

Yang bites her lips. “Not my finest moment I’ll admit. What’s the best way to deal with White Fang?”

“Ugh, against these numbers, we don’t.” Jacquelyn raises her right foot and then slams it against the sand. Her eyes glow and the ground below all three turns to rock and raises into air ten feet; creating a pillar of rock. Blake and Yang watch Jacquelyn take a knee I’m exhaustion. ‘Damn...I’m more drained than I thought.’ Her body trembling slightly. “We’re going to have to wait.”

Yang:Wait!? We can’t just-

Jacquelyn:There’s at least thirty down there and trust me, you do not want to fight these things right now.

Blake:She’s right. I can definitely hear more of them around. Who knows how many sink wholes are around. Nice going you two; we were almost there.

Yang:I...Jacquelyn, can’t you float or move this hunk of rock to your house? I can see the oasis. That’s the place right?

Jacquelyn:I am tired and moving the entire rock causes vibrations. No way you slice it, we are stuck until they leave.

Yang:....*sits down* Shit.... how long is that gonna take?

Jacquelyn:Few hours maybe? I don’t know when grimm give up.

Yang:*lays down* Juuuussssst great.

Blake:Hopefully before the Sun comes out. I hope no one notices we’re gone too long.

She layed down on her back and stared at the shattered moon. Thoughts lingered aimlessly one after another; so many things were on her mind to keep up with. So many things that she wanted to say about the situation but didn’t. Instead she laid there quietly. ‘Sun, what would you do if you were here? Probably find a way to make those two get along no doubt. Hopefully whatever you’re doing is a walk in the park.’

xxxx

Ilia:Sun this is crazy.

Neptune:You can’t be serious. This is a life or death decision.

Ilia:If you screw up then that’s it. Your life is over. Just another man who lost it all in the streets of Vacou.

Sun:*sweating* Guys relax, I got this.

The trip goes silent as well does the audience around them. Many on lookers watch the monkey faunus stare at three upside cups in front of a well known peddler and part time scam artist. It all comes down this, one cup holds the boy’s future while the others hold despair. Slowly he reaches for the cup in the middle.

Peddler:Are you sure about that one?

Sun:I’m as sure as the rising tides and the fish that travel along them.

He lifts the cup triumphantly to find....nothing. The crowd groans in mass disappointment and dispersed in seconds. Neptune dropped to the ground in defeat. While Ilia face palmed. “Hahahaha! Better luck next time kid” the peddler laughed heavily and proceeded to gather his things and walk off with lien in his pocket and a new pair of goggles.

Neptune:Un....believable.

Sun:I know right? I was so sure it was the middle one.

Neptune:You just lost my money and goggles!

Sun:For the chance to get anything for free he had. That dude always has the best gems. You know we always gotta pay the minimum fee for those sort of deals.

Neptune:So why didn’t you borrow any money from Ilia!!!!?

Ilia:Because you’re his best friend. Plus I couldn’t have an invested interest in the wager. That means I’d have to watch the whole time instead of stealing from him.

Neptune:Still you-....you what?

The girl smiled and put her hands together before rubbing the right one over left and revealing a black diamond ring. “Sun taught me some things. A fitting jewel for your future bride to be huh?”

Sun:That’s if she says yes. *takes the ring* You are right though. I can’t wait to show Blake!

Neptune:Hopefully she doesn’t ask a receipt.

Ilia:Pffft just don’t mention one. Let’s go back to the hotel before-

“My Diamond!”

Neptune:Scatter?

Sun and Ilia:Scatter.....

All three make a dash in different direction through the busy crowd with laughter in their voice. Well, two of them at least were laughing. Ilia watched her idiotic enemy turned best friend climb up on buildings and start booking it like there was no tomorrow. ‘Yeah like that isn’t obvious.’ She took a different approach; maneuvering through people almost like a snake so any pesky peddlers couldn’t get a fixed location on her. The moment she had the opportunity to duck into an alleyway she did so with a gleeful hop; satisfied her years of espionage had not gone to waste or gotten rusty. “Child’s play...”

“Having fun, you little thief?” Said an unfamiliar voice behind her that made her jump. ‘Okay, maybe not child’s play.’ Ilia put up her hands and slowly turned around. “Listen if a peddler that rigs games by secretly hiding things in his sleeves was-” her train of thought was cut off by what stood in front of her. Ilia has expected an angry peddler or some sort cop. Not several armed men wearing cloaks and gripping guns. Each one giving her a look as if she was cornered prey. “Asking.....for....it.”

Captor:Well look at we stumbled across here men. Ilia Amitola, another sick beast in need of curing. The doctor will be pleased.

Part 3