#will try to color it later... maybe... might....

[dreamer-milore]

—Not Your Biggest Fan

// first meetings with Robin's brother

IN WHICH • The biggest fan of Robin has no clue she had a brother. FEATURING • Sunday

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YOU WERE A BIG FAN OF ROBIN.

And I mean really big of a fan. She was beautiful, paired with a wonderful voice, and a virtuous upbringing. Truly, in your eyes, she was one of a kind. Something about her was so ethereal—captivating—it knocks the breath out of your lungs. You've supported her from the very start of her career. You watched her every step in the music industry, every milestone she worked hard for, and every concert and tour she had. Even the very stardust this star has left behind.

You just love her that much.

Now, most fans of Robin are aware of her equally majestic older brother, Sunday.

Not only that, but he was also the head of the Oak Family. But it seemed that you were the exception to this news of a relative. Sure, you might've heard in passing that Robin had a family, but your brain probably ejected it from your memory space because all it can store was Robin, and every tiny thing about her.

(Now, could you still call yourself her biggest fan? Geez!)

One day, as you scrolled through social media, your eyes were quick to land on a post Robin had made. Your fingers instinctively tapped it, and seconds later, you were already skimming through the entire thing.

Now, imagine the excitement that filled you when you found out she'll be taking part in the Charmony Festival. Your heart was thumping loud against your chest, and a grin was quick to plaster your face, as your eyes brightened up with so much light.

You don't give things a second thought because next thing you knew, you were already reserving yourself a seat. A VIP seat, mind you.

As the day of the festival finally came, you were already up in your feet at the crack of dawn. And now you're boarded to head to the place of the festival. You sat on your own seat, gleefully rereading for the nth time Robin's newest posters, banners, and announcements with the event. From the corner of your eye, you take note of the man sitting beside you, (5'5"+, maybe?) clad in a dark blue coat with some designs of thorns engraved all around it. He's glancing at your phone, which had a wallpaper of Robin.

"Are you here for the Charmony Festival, too?" he asks, his voice friendly. You noticed his glance. Instead of being embarrassed about your wallpaper, you took pride in it.

"Yes! I bought a ticket the moment I knew Robin would be in it," you reply back, trying to match the friendly tone the man gave you.

He chuckles, "Ah, you're coming for Robin?" His head tilted in a curious manner.

You nod your head, your eyes lighting up at the mention of her name. "I am! I've been her fan for a while now, actually." You can't help the passion lacing your voice.

He cocks his head towards you, his facial features now unconcealed before you.

The man had a tinge of blue for his hair, and his eyes were yellow. If you looked closely, you might spot the wings enveloping his head. You could've sworn you saw them, but you thought you saw wrong.

"How big of a fan are you, then?" he asks.

"Her biggest fan," your words delivered with firm conviction.

A small smirk graced his features. You might fall for him if you're not careful.

"Prove it to me." It isn't a mere statement. It's a challenge.

"Gladly."

Sunday asked you several questions about Robin: her favorite food, animal, hobby, color, and whatnot. It was like a quiz, at this point. Color him surprised, yet amused, at how well you knew Robin.

You answered every single question he threw at you with not even a single flaw. Sunday knew Robin in a way nobody else did, but you seemed knowledgeable of Robin to almost the same degree as that of Sunday's.

He's impressed. He finds it endearing.

For the rest of your time together, the topics of your chats revolved around Robin. Sunday doesn't mind talking about his beloved sister. Let alone to do it with her biggest fan.

As the ride—and the quiz—came to a close, Sunday knew it was time to part ways. Yet he couldn't help but ask one more question to prolong the comfortable experience he found in your presence.

"Who's Robin's brother?" He knows everyone knows it, but he can't help the words to tumble out from his mouth.

You were already at a meter away from him when he called out to you one last time. You snapped your head towards his direction. "Who now?"

"Robin's brother!" he tried again.

In that moment, you found yourself unable to give a reply. Because how could you? You never knew such thing.

Then and there, Sunday gave a genuine laugh. (It sent tingles down your spine, but you ignored it). He was more than just amused. You, Robin's biggest fan, who knew every single thing about her except the fact she had a brother.

You walked up to him, and in the most confused voice he'd ever heard, you asked, "Robin had a brother?"

"She does," Sunday smiles. He savors the look of pure confusion and dumfoundedness in your face.

I won, he thinks, his heart swelling with pride. I'm still the one who knows her best.

Before you could even move an inch, the man was already gone in the blink of an eye, slipping away from your presence, walking among people that surrounded you two.

You looked around, searching for that familiar, handsome face, but to no avail. Shame you didn't get his name.

~~~

You tried not to be bothered by the fact Robin had a brother—and that you didn't know. You felt ashamed of yourself. But as much as you want to know more about this mysterious brother, you couldn't, given that you were now at the event. And your phone's dead.

You had to push through the crowds of people, getting lost, then managing to find your way to the VIP area. When you finally sat down to your seat, it was like breathing fresh air, your lungs no longer felt tight, and you didn't feel the need to hold your breath whilst pushing through swarms of bodies.

You looked at the stage, and you smiled upon seeing the familiar beauty of your favorite idol. Suddenly, all your troubles and sorrows were flushed down the drain, all to welcome the feeling of warmth and comfort brought by Robin.

As she had successfully done for the past few years, your breath is knocked out of your lungs all over again.

What was that song? I would fall in love with you over and over again?

Truly, those words completely capture the depth of your emotions.

Watching in awe, you were at the edge of your seat, watching Robin as she performed on stage. All of the songs she's ever made were engraved into your mind, every song and every lyric. It didn't take long for you to start singing along too. You admit that you're not well-versed in singing, but people around you had commented about your good singing voice.

The event had you in a trance that you forgot about her supposed brother. You even failed to realize the man who sat beside you.

"Quite the voice you have there, Ms. 'Robin's-biggest-fan'," a familiar voice snaps through your bubble.

You snap your head to him, your eyebrows raised high, and your eyes blown wide. "You're here too?" you ask, taking in the sight of the man you met earlier.

Sunday chuckles at your reaction. If he's being honest, this is probably the most he's been entertained by someone in a week or so. If Robin was here, she would've commented the same thing, not failing to mention how often he chuckles at your antics.

"Have I not told you earlier? I thought I'd voiced that out as my first words to you."

You run replays of your earlier interactions. Then you internally facepalm to yourself. "Of course. You did mentioned it when you greeted me, didn't you?" you sigh. That didn't even feel like a question anymore.

Sunday nods at you, that stubbornly handsome smile was still on his equally handsome face. But worry not. Your dearly beloved idol is just in front of you, on the stage, making your day with her ever-wonderful performance.

Sunday takes note of the state of your eyes. If he were to describe it, the first thing he'd say was starstruck. There was a dreamy look in your eye, one filled with unmistaken admiration. Hell, you looked like a lovesick high school girl. Sunday chuckles again at the thought.

He also took note of how you completely forgot about your earlier problem of not knowing Robin's brother. It seems that Robin is the center of the stage for you, and her 'brother' cannot and never can steal the spotlight that Robin owns.

Perhaps that's a better way to interpret why you didn't know about her brother.

Ever the gentleman, Sunday didn't want to bother you by bringing up your supposed 'problem,' and instead let you enjoy your oh-so-wonderful experience.

~~~

As Robin's performance soon comes to a conclusion, you almost slump down your seat, dreadful. But you straighten yourself up when a thought crosses your mind. You could ask her for an autograph! You never failed to ask in each of her events anyways.

"Attention, my dearest fans," Robin speaks through the mic, her ever gentle and sweet voice. "I would love to thank all of you again for making the time and effort to attend my event. This couldn't have been possible without all of your love and support," Robin looks to the side of the stage, as if there was someone there.

You do the same thing, noticing that your seatmate is nowhere to be found. You shrugged it off; he probably just went somewhere.

"And it's also thanks to my brother's everlasting support."

Your eyes go wide, you lean forward in your seat. This is it. Your problem will finally be solved! Fans screamed and shrieked, chanting the name 'Sunday.'

"Brother," Robin called out to him, and the man emerges from backstage.

Your jaw drops as soon as Robin's 'brother' comes to view. Sunday?! As in the man beside you??? As in the one you had a full-blown conversation with??? As in the head of the Oak Family?!?! Shivers ran down your spine, and a bead of sweat forms in your temples.

Oh no. Oh no. Sunday—Mr. Sunday—must have been pissed off at you for your ramblings. And the fact you didn't know him. But you answered his quiz from earlier (the one where he asked you about Robin), without fail, right? Surely, he might've been impressed by a miniscule amount, right?

You're aware of the name 'Sunday', and you're aware how that name is a big figure in Penacony, being the head of the Oak Family.

You've heard a lot of things about him, including his connection with Robin. But you never knew it was a familial connection, because back then you dismissed it as some form of business connection. Now you know.

You continue to watch as Robin makes her speech, then so does Sunday. Fans of Robin screamed louder at the sight of the majestic, Halovian duo.

Then, for a split second, you swear to the Aeons above that Sunday glanced your way, before continuing his speech to the crowd.

A lump forms in your throat, and your heart speeds up, it knocks the breath out of your lungs. But this time, it's for a completely different reason.

Holy Aeons! Have mercy! You abruptly stand up from your seat, making your way out of the VIP area. You need fresh air; else you want to implode in your chair then and there. How about food? That might help. You walk up to a food stand and ordered a pastry and some beverage. You need to cool down. Why? Well, you just had a casual conversation with the Sunday. Casual, mind you. Were you impolite, at some point? Or perhaps rude and exaggerated? You don't intend to disrespect him with your too-cheerful-it-gets-on-your-nerves yapping!

The man is notoriously known for his dislike with such things, and his obsession with perfection. You pray to the Aeons above that he does nothing with you. And you pray you didn't make a bad first impression on him.

After Sunday finally finishes his speech, he glances at the VIP area, but you were nowhere to be found. His smile falters, but he was quick to recompose himself. Where'd you go? He hopes that you'd be back. Sunday certainly enjoys his time with you. Perhaps he could introduce Robin to you. You might love that.

After the event finally finished, fans lined up to ask for autographs from Robin and Sunday.

Sunday, however, was swift to leave. He tells his bodyguards to look for you. Hopefully he could still find you. He puts his coat back on, so as to hide from the public. He definitely does not wish to be bombarded by fans and paparazzi alike. The man couldn't waste another second. He already told staff members to close down the place earlier than planned, leaving only a small, allotted amount of time for fans to greet Robin.

His intentions were to clear out the place of too many people, so he could have uninterrupted time with his sister, and you.

Meanwhile, you were at a nearby cafe, your seat tucked away in a corner. You stayed there, cooling down.

But as you stepped back inside the place of the event, it was already empty. And by empty, I meant no dozens of swarming crowds that could be the perfect recipe for a stampede incident.

You look around, the only people being there were staff. Robin stands at the stage, perhaps practicing her ability to dance. You watched in awe as she elegantly moved her body, her hands swaying, her feet gliding through the stage. It was truly a sight to behold.

Sunday was just there, watching, too. Until he spots you. A smile plasters his face, his eyes lightening up ever so slightly. The man literally ran a marathon just to get to you, which caught you by surprise, since you didn't notice he was there.

Meanwhile, Robin watches curiously as her brother runs to you. She smiles. So this is the girl he's been telling me about.

"I'm glad to see you again," Sunday said. His eyes wandered over your features, before landing to your eyes.

He genuinely meant his words.

You flinch, caught off guard. Suddenly, you're reminded of the status and reputation of the man before you. You were no longer friendly and casual. But instead replaced by formality.

"I wasn't aware of your identity, Mr. Sunday. I hope you could forgive me for the casual way that I've treated you," you say to him with a bow.

Sunday chuckles, finding your actions amusing. "No need for the formality. I believe we're already past that," he waves off. "But we haven't properly introduced ourselves, have we?" He extends a hand, bowing slightly, perfectly executing the pose of a gentleman "I'm Sunday. It's a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman such as yourself, Ms...." Sunday trails off, raising an eyebrow, wordlessly asking for your name.

"Y/N. The name's Y/N." You take his outstretched hand, gently molding it to yours.

Sunday's eyes glanced at your hand in his. "Wonderful."

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[tryingtofindava]

──𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

These are depicted as if they and reader are platonic, their reactions would be MUCH different if it was their S/O…

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

Toby is the kind of guy who barrels into rooms without thinking. Especially if he’s hyped up, bored, or looking for someone to rile up.

So when he walks in and sees you mid change? Immediately tries to shield his eyes. “I s-swear I duh-didn’t see anything!! O-or wait, no… I-I mean I saw s-s-some things but I didn’t look…not on p-purpose!”

He’ll be apologising through the door while he waits for you to finish. He’d be blushing like a maniac and lowkey might gain a crush on you just from this…

Will 100% accidentally make it more awkward by trying to reassure you. “I duh-didn’t k-know you were hot under alllll those layers… W-wait, NO, crap, I didn’t muh-mean it like t-that-“

He means well and he genuinely feels bad. You’ll probably have to reassure him more than he reassures you.

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

Kate is sharp, focused, and not the type to get flustered easily. But walking in on someone may through her off guard for a second.

Her face is blank, like she just turned into stone. But her eyes widen for the briefest second.

“…I didn’t see anything,” she mutters, closing the door as if nothing happened. Her voice is flat, but there’s a slight tremble to it if you’re paying attention.

You’d think she’d shrug it off like it’s no big deal. But afterward, she’s avoiding you like the plague.

Will not talk about it unless you force her to, and even then she’ll brush it off. “What, it’s a body. I’ve seen worse.” But her ears are red.

If you tease her about how you flustered her, she’ll get all grouchy.

Eventually, she gets over it and returns to normal, but not without throwing one last jab “Next time, lock the damn door.”

╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧/𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞

Brian is typically composed.

Calm, quiet, deliberate in his actions. So when he walks in on you mid change, there’s this half second of wide eyed ‘oh shit.’ recognition before he turns heel.

He immediately turns his back, hand raised apologetically. “Didn’t realise, sorry.”

He doesn’t panic just respectfully retreats.

Doesn’t bring it up again unless you do. If you mention it, he just shrugs it off like, “You’re human, it happens.” But there’s a little color in his cheeks.

He respects your privacy immensely.

Now Hoodie is similar, only difference is you wouldn’t know he was even there.

He’s silent, he’s a stalker after all, even in the safety of the cabin. No sound. No reaction. Just a slow, silent step backward, and the door eases shut with barely a creak.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐦/𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐲

Tim’s always a little on edge. PTSD, paranoia, stress… it’s his default. So walking into a room without triple checking who’s inside is rare, but hey, maybe he thought it was empty or forgot you were using it.

The moment he sees you halfway through changing, his brain short circuits. He immediately jerks backward like he just got burned.

“Jesus! Shit, sorry!” His voice is gruff, sharp, like he’s more angry with himself than anything else.

He’ll through his hands over his eyes and retreat backwards in a rush. Trying to get out there as FAST as possible.

Probably slams the door behind him so hard it makes the wall shake.

Later on, if you bring it up, he’ll act like it was no big deal. “It’s not like I was trying to look. I ain’t some creep.”

But he’s clearly still embarrassed. He’ll be avoiding eye contact with you for awhile now..

Now Masky on the other hand…

The door opens. You’re mid change, shirt halfway off or something and you freeze. He pauses in the doorway, eyes landing on you for a brief moment.

His expression is unknown due to the mask, he just lets out a gruff grunt.

Doesn’t immediately turn around. He just glances to the side, avoids looking directly at you, and then shuts the door with a dull click. Maybe he’ll give a short “Sorry.” While leaving.

That’s it. No fluster. No freak out. You’re left standing there wondering if it even fazed him.

Later, you might try to bring it up maybe joke about it to ease the tension and all he’ll say is something like

“You act like I’ve never seen a body before. Don’t flatter yourself.”

[puppyhigh]

HAPPY TO HELPPPP i. okay first i sort of dont rlly know what u mean abt mutual in common bc like i knewwww sparklekittyetc and also to a lesser extent juno before u but that was mostly sort of. not exactly in passing but like the kind of knowing thats only on the casual/funsies level? i wouldnt say i know a lot abt either of their inner depths. but okay the second point the understanding u part is actually . sort of accidental ? like. like the part thats on purpose is that i pay attention to u bc i like to and want to. the psychological profile is sort of. a thing that happened along the way . i didnt do it with intention i just did it and now i have it and thats just the way my brain is building its understanding of u ..? this is maybe not less freakish. whatever #yay #mutualship

thank you… ^.^ giggles yeah!! I got that sorta vibe there but yes i WAS referring to thee lovely sparklekittyetc (<= this is whimsical i hope it likes this when it sees this later) .. i only knew that u might Pawssibly have tht access (to inner depths) bc u have its blog at all! also thats vryyy funny .. oddly enough i wldve associated u more with juno in my head. LIKE assumed u two knew each other longer/more closely. ssimilar aro vibes in a way i shldnt disclose probably. re: violence, etc. Also just like. the dark cool-color-associated creature mutuals from that one discord server.

Also no yeah i . I understand what u are communicating here!!! And thats kinda sorta what i was trying to get at (in a roundabout way) By asking whats wrong with u bc like. For u to just Do That Naturally and Store It is INSAAAAAANE. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. Why can you just. Gestures frantically. I think youre the coolest fucking freak ive ever met. Do you want to make out <= if you dont like that kind of thing thats fine i have no idea if i like it either it’s just the closest adjacent emotion to what im feeling <2

[shiensmh]

some clar doodles for my favorite internet people

[yuyulie]

rosario ✰✰✰

Posting this since somebody asked for it, a very simple rosary. Enjoy!

✰ new mesh ✰ 2 swatches ✰ all LODS ✰ 3k polys ✰ disabled for random

✰ Download ✰ (alt) ✰ TOU

[st4rstudent]

Winn + Mac fusion idea. lalala.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

Random SCOGUE headcanon because I need to vent and don’t feel like writing coherently I’m sorry 🥲

Angel’s Wings

You know how Rogue and Scott were in that Music Store in 5th Avenue when they overheard some customers talking about Angel?

And Scott was listening to something and seemed into it before Rogue nudged him?

Well…*cracks knuckles to share stuff no one needs or wants to hear*

She was sharing with him her favorite goth alternative music.

Performed by her favorite musician:

GOBLIN QUEEN.

Scott had never heard of her. Rogue then explained that GOBLIN QUEEN is less of a mainstream artist and more of an underground/indie/anonymous one. She goes on to gush about her favorite songs (ex. A Nothing Being in a Nowhere Place) and albums she managed to buy/burned onto cds (ex. LIMBO and ANODYNE), but laments that she’s never been able to find the one called INFERNO.

By sheer dumb luck (aka contrived coincidence à la me), Scott manages to find an authentic copy of the album INFERNO later on. Did he get another cd Rogue liked by another goth band she liked beforehand for her? Of course he did. But he saw how her eyes sparkled and how animated she was talking about that singer. Also, the music he had heard was pretty cool. So he was always on the look out for it.

Unserious (?) sub-headcanon based on what Josh Whedon once said about Buffy Summers from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer:

Scott and Buffy Summers are cousins on his Dad’s side.

They probably were initially on “Christmas Card” terms with each other (maybe their parents had a falling out (Did the series ever mention if Buffy’s surname came from her mom or dad?) or something and that’s why they didn’t reach out after the plane crash that killed Christopher and Kate and separated Scott and Alex or they only took in Scott for a little bit before giving him to foster care.) and barely speak.

He probably reached out again via a video chat during some holiday occasion (some time after the events of Apocalypse), both of them going the usual “how’s life? fine, how ‘bout you? same old stuff. cool, cool…” (bc she doesn’t know he’s a mutant and he doesn’t know she’s a vampire slayer). He offhandedly mentioned the INFERNO CD by GOBLIN QUEEN that his friend really wants and joked that his current Christmas wish was to find it…only for Buffy to comment that one of her friends had that album. Cue Scott begging Buffy for more information on how her friend got it, and he successfully obtains it for Rogue.

At this point, Rogue is dating Gambit (are they serious? is it casual? do they both genuinely like each other but are both knowingly distracting themselves from their unresolved feelings for others?) , while Scott and Jean are either still together (happily or is it strained bc they are starting to want different things in life and each other but are hoping to make it work regardless of each other’s clearer and conflicting focuses) or have quietly broken up.

Scott finally either found a lead via the previosly mentioned sub-headcanon or something else. Either way, it leads him to a random goth girl who looks oddly familiar, though he cannot for the life of him figure out why.

Scott: *trying to place where he has seen this girl before despite most likely never having met her in his life*

Mysterious Goth Gal: you’ll have a better chance of asking me out if you actually use your words instead of thinking them, chum 😜

Scott: ?!

He noticed she is has a tattoo that says GOBLIN QUEEN. He pointed it out and asked if she liked her music. Is unsure why when she answers yes she is grinning at him like she knows something that he doesn’t. She asks him if he’s a fan, or if there was a pretty goth girl he was trying to impress, winking at him.

Cue Scott talking about Rogue, anything and everything about her (save the mutant part), partially how she introduced him to the GOBLIN QUEEN’s music, but then evolves into how even the little things that she does or says he muses about with quiet admiration and fondness.

Mysterious Goth Gal: …*already jumped ship from making moves on him to shipping him like crazy with this girl he’s so obviously in love with like what*

Scott: *mid unconsciously simping for Rogue* and I wish I could find that INFERNO Album for her, but—

Mysterious Goth Gal: WAIT RIGHT THERE I CAN GET YOU A SIGNED COPY.

Scott: Huh?

Rogue was dumbstruck and ecstatic when Scott presented to her what he jokes is her belated Christmas gift when they meet up, asking multiple times how he got it.

He mentioned that it was autographed, so she opened it:

GOBLIN QUEEN: To Rogue: -insert obligatory autograph stuff- + PS. I wanted to give this to you for free, but your boyfriend insisted on paying full. What a boy scout. I’m rooting for the both of you! ;D

Rogue: ………………

Scott: ? What did she say?

[thebananaiscold]

I’m forever trying new styles and trying to figure out how I want to draw these mfs.

[dreamsy990]

like night and day

[yingren]

[ 12 am ] sounded interesting for ren and his emotional support dynamite ...

[ 12am ]   a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off. @avaere / accepting ...

ren has never been fond of open water, especially the kind that stretches endlessly, where the sea meets the sky in a quiet, unsettling blur. but that discomfort fades, at least a little, when he’s with guinaifen. if anything, being in her company means he has to brace himself for even more questions, prepare himself for more distractions. it seems like every time they meet, she reveals some new side of herself. trivia spills from her in bursts, even if it's read off paper. facts about sea creatures, obscure plants that may or may not grow in these waters, tidbits lifted from a pamphlet they found earlier at a bait shop. he only skimmed the thing, but she clearly absorbed more of it.

according to this little pamphlet, this pier is the perfect place for both early morning fishing and a late night rendezvous. and so, they’re here. ren with his hands buried in his coat pockets, guinaifen not far from his side. he keeps close. not out of overprotectiveness or control, it’s instinct now. when she leans left, so does he. when she drifts right, he shadows her movement. losing her on a pier like this feels irresponsible. he’d rather not return to the luofu empty-handed because he wandered off. more likely, it’d be her running off from him. still, he follows. despite the salt-heavy air, the uncertain depth beneath them, the quiet pulse of a sea he doesn’t trust, ren is here. because while he may not like oceans, especially unfamiliar ones, he does like guinaifen.

❝ i’ll take a picture for you. ❞ phone in hand, ren steps away from guinaifen’s side, retreating a few paces to frame her in the shot. he angles the camera to capture not just her, but the stretch of water behind her, the sky softened by a low mist, and the faint city lights glowing along the coastline where the ocean meets land. a glance at the top left corner of the screen tells him it’s three minutes to midnight, three minutes until the fireworks begin. he takes a few photos from different angles, quick and quiet, before slipping the phone back into his pocket and returning to her side. without a word, they begin walking toward the end of the pier.

❝ ready to make a wish ? ❞ first of all, the planet’s regime had made it abundantly clear: privately setting off fireworks was strictly prohibited, especially in public spaces. and yet, ren fails to see the difference between lighting one in an empty park and doing so in someone’s backyard. second, it’s laughably contradictory to outlaw fireworks and then, in the same breath, declare that this foreign holiday’s tradition involves setting one off and making a wish. how exactly is anyone supposed to follow through on that ? third, most importantly, ren doesn’t care. that much is obvious, considering he spends two of the remaining three minutes before midnight setting up a firework and fishing around in his pocket for a lighter. the specific firework he chose was not something awfully spectacular. red and golden colors, supposed to take on the shape of tiny stars in one big burst. he's hopeful, of course, that she'll at least enjoy them. lips purse briefly, an arm snaked around her waist to pull her closer.

❝ make it count. ❞ the lighter ends up in guinaifen’s hand and ren leans over to press a small kiss against the side of her head before stepping back. ❝ whatever your wish is, don't say it out loud. ❞

[junichxl]

I love how silly and goofy everyone is in FE Engage, I played it on a whim and fell in love with Fire Emblem again, idc what other people say, Alear is a sweetheart and they’re just a lil’ fella like just a tiny critter who wants their friends to be happy and I love her so much she’s just so huggable and squishable she might be one of my favorite protags, if not my favorite FE protag at the least

[vhvrs]

think im gonna totally redraw these l8r so uhm. first draft fusionfall eddeddy redesigns >_<

[cappycodeart]

📻 with Ben?

In response to this little ask game I reblogged.

ADHGDHGSA... SO.. UH, funny story, Ben USED to have like a song or two (mostly stuff teen me found when I created him, that had nothing to do with his story), but one song got nuked and the other song got reshuffled onto Alex (because lyrically and thematically it fit him better).

HOWEVER, there IS a song on Alex’s playlist that references his relationship with Ben (… that totally counts, right?)…. Okay, fine, it’s more of an Alex song, but IT’S ALL WE GOT, SO,,,,,,,,, (one day I’ll stumble into a proper Ben song). 😭

Anyways, the song is Give Me A Sign by Breaking Benjamin (…. aha, yes, ironic I know).

While the original gives me fun visuals for the main story, this cover has a lot more emotion in it (and it’s also kinda my “Alex has an emotional breakdown” song, but again, this ain’t about him… ok it’s kinda about him…)

Because of sabotage from a traitor in their group, Ben nearly died while being created. His development was put to a halt and he had to be salvaged with machine parts (hence why he’s a cyborg). Alex didn’t choose to clone his deceased friend. It was simply the consensus of the group he was working with. Still, Ben nearly dying brought back the same painful emotions, and he took the attack especially personally. Between fighting his own declining health and working a cure for his son Lewis, protecting Ben from their secret traitor was just another battle he had to fight.

[whatsvert]

(his favorite pickles are dill pickles)

[ourceliumnetwork]

painted my nails for the first time in a while last night - i'll probably add a second coat tonight - may try and use it as a base for a fancy one that doesn't have a load of pigment on a couple nails just to be, well, fancy lol. don't know if the paint's gonna stick around long after the holidays. i keep forgetting i don't work in food service so i'm allowed to have bracelets and hair ties on my wrists and paint on my nails again, and also i'm not entirely sure whether i even actually like having them be visible lol.

[iris-qt]

The Boy Who Stares

Theodore Nott is staring at you again.

You don’t know why. You're not even doing anything particularly interesting. Just sitting in the third row of Ancient Runes, dutifully highlighting a passage about something very old and very cursed, as one does at 9 a.m. on a Wednesday.

But there it is. That intense, brooding stare from two seats to the left. Again.

You risk a glance. Yep. Still happening. His quill is poised mid-air like he forgot how to write. His mouth is slightly parted.

You blink. He blinks. You look away. He doesn’t.

Okay.

Maybe you have ink on your face. Or a troll horn growing out of your forehead. Or maybe he’s plotting your murder, slowly deciding which corridor would be least suspicious to lure you down. Totally fine.

You swipe your thumb across your cheek, just in case. Nope. No ink. Still cute, still confused, still alive. Probably.

Why is he looking at me like that? you think to yourself, nose back in your book.

What you don’t know is this:

Theodore Nott: stoic, unflappable, academically terrifying, hasn’t heard a word Professor Babbling has said in thirteen minutes and twenty-two seconds because he’s been trying to figure out how you manage to tuck your quill behind your ear without it falling out.

That, and how you’re the only person in class who managed to finish the Ancient Runes translation without using a single cross-reference guide. And how you chew on your bottom lip when you’re focused, and how your handwriting slants slightly to the left, and how—

You glance up again, catching him mid-gaze.

He immediately jerks his head away so fast it’s a miracle his neck doesn’t snap in half.

You squint. He suddenly finds his parchment very interesting. His ears, traitorous things, go a bit pink.

You blink again.

Nope. Still a murder plot. Definitely.

...

Class ends with the soft clack of textbooks shutting and chairs scraping across the floor. You take your time gathering your things, mostly because your bookmark has disappeared into a void of loose parchment.

Okay. That’s a problem for later.

Theodore Nott is still sitting there. Not moving. Not packing up.

You glance his way again. He pretends to yawn, which would be normal if it weren’t so obviously staged. Like, hand-to-chest, slow-motion, opera-singer yawn. No one yawns like that. You watch in real time as his brain short-circuits trying to look casual.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and head toward the door. And then:

“Wait.”

You stop. Turn. Blink.

Theodore Nott is standing. This feels promising.

“You, um—” he begins, voice low and uncertain. “You left your—uh…” He looks over at your desk. There is nothing there. Not even a scrap of parchment.

He stares at the empty space like it might help him. It does not.

“I left my…?” you say slowly, eyebrows lifted.

He panics. “Presence.”

Your brain takes a full three seconds to process that.

“My what?”

“Your—you left your—pencil sharpener,” he blurts. “Quill sharpener. Yes. That.”

You do not own a quill sharpener. Is that even a thing?

“Oh,” you say, smiling like you’re talking to a slightly confused, very pretty ghost. “Do you…have it?”

“No.”

Silence.

Then he blinks, visibly resets, and tries again. “Sorry. I meant—Hi. I’m Theodore. I mean, you know that. Obviously. We’ve had class together for like six years, I just—well.” He gestures vaguely toward your general existence. “Hi.”

You blink again. You’re doing a lot of blinking lately. “Hi…?”

“I like the way you annotate,” he says.

You stare.

“What?”

“I mean, not in a weird way. Just in a—your notes. Your margins. The way you organize them. It’s very…” He swallows. “…structured. Efficient. There’s a system. You color-code.”

You keep staring.

His voice lowers slightly, like he’s confessing to a crime. “I think about them sometimes.”

This might be the most unhinged flirtation you’ve ever witnessed.

“…Thanks?” you manage, because what else does one say when a gorgeous Slytherin boy admits to daydreaming about your annotated footnotes?

“Anyway,” he says, suddenly flustered again. “I’m going to leave now. With my dignity. Or…what’s left of it.”

He turns, walks directly into the doorframe, mutters “brilliant” under his breath, and disappears.

You stand there blinking at the empty doorway.

And then you laugh. Like, properly laugh.

You’re still laughing when you find your missing bookmark sticking out of Theodore’s textbook.

A/N: missed writing for theo -> pt. ⅠⅠ - The Boy Who Folded First