#wouldnt even call. no contact would be so easy

[littletrumpetcat]

abusive father making my life so skibidi miserable i'd run away right now if i didn't have like fuckin 70 plants

[hannieehaee]

Hiii, i‘m here again. Thought about seventeen reaction to making them shy or blush. Can be sfw or nsfw. Btw i love your blog<33

a/n: hehe thank u so much!! they're all pretty much fluff but are kind of (?) suggestive. i hope u like it <33

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seungcheol -

he lowkey hated it when u did this lol. he knew you knew it was easy to fluster him by making advances towards him around his members, but you loved his reactions and would continue to do it. he'd act shy and scandalized at you while you were in public, but would get you back as soon as you were alone.

jeonghan -

it's extremely hard to make him shy/blush lets be honest. he's always a step ahead of you. on the rare occasions that you managed to catch him off guard and fluster him his resolve would instantly break. he'd whine at you and jokingly call you a perv for wanting to corrupt him even if you were teasing him with innocent intentions.

joshua -

have u seen him in gose he's literally immune to shyness. he'll chuckle at whatever it is that you do to get a reaction out of him, thinking it's adorable you want to see his cheeks turn pink. he'd make it his goal to make you blush instead, whatever means necessary.

jun -

he'd cover his face and whine at you the second he felt the heat arrive to his cheeks. whether innocent or not, he'd react immediately to any advance you made towards him in order to fluster him. he'd hide his face in your shoulder and laugh, embarrassed at how easily you can get a reaction out of him.

soonyoung -

he does not know the concept of flustered. he'd pull an uno reverse card and fluster you without even meaning to. you wanna hit on him in front of the members? he'd purr at you and stick to you until you took him to bed. you wanna get a reaction through flirting? he'd maybe act a bit bashful but be genuinely touched and nuzzle his head into your neck. literal tiger cub in human form.

wonwoo -

he'd call you out for trying to get a reaction out of him. he can see right through you and you are not getting through to him. he holds all the power when it comes to flustering the other, sorry. he knew that as soon as he deepened his voice or looked at you a certain way you'd break, which gave him immunity to any attempt to make him blush.

jihoon -

he may seem a bit stoic in that area, but he would fold immediately if you ever complimented him (whether innocently or with other intentions in mind). if you simply complimented him, he'd blush and look away, bashfully denying you. if you tried to make advances towards him he would give in to whatever you wanted, almost begging for it.

seokmin -

no matter how you go about it he always blushes at any interaction with you. whether you compliment him or hit on him or straight up try to seduce him in front of the members, he'll always blush like crazy and avoid eye contact, knowing how whipped he is for you.

mingyu -

he'd be so excited at the concept of you wanting to get a reaction out of him. he'd make that loud 아휴 sound he always makes and encourage you to compliment/seduce/do whatever you want to get him to blush. he would, however, not blush or get shy either way though lmao.

minghao -

he'd roll his eyes jokingly, knowing all you wanted was a reaction. you cant get him to blush he's seen it all!! he's too confident to feel flustered at anything you did. he'd just match whatever energy you gave him.

seungkwan -

you might break him if you do anything to get him to blush. no matter how innocent (of not), he would blush like crazy and avoid eye contact. then he'd start whining at you accusing you of being rude and mean because 'why would you want me to get red like that! thats so embarrassing!!'

vernon -

he wouldnt even realize youre trying to get him to blush or react flustered unless you were extremely obvious. the only way i think you could really get him to blush or lose his composure would be if you tried to seduce him with very obvious advances, in which case he'd blush with wide eyes and give you free reign.

chan -

even though he's used to his members trying to embarrass him, he must keep some type of manly persona around you, which is why he'd try not to react too bashfully to your compliments or advancements. however, you could occasionally catch him off guard and get him to whine at you for trying to get him to blush.

[richeeduvie]

Baby Jr is always with daddy! Baby is noo way an absent mom but she does have work so she might be gone for a couple of hours on weekdays and just facetimes now and then to see her baby and caveman husband

That being said would there have ever been a situation where roman isnt with his daughter? 😭 im trying to think of a situation where hes just gone for like half an hour at the very least and baby happens to be the one at home and baby jr gets really sad bc its the first time ever that she isnt with daddy but i really cant think of a situation where roman wouldnt be with his baby daughter ever 🥹

Maybe baby sprains her ankle so she stays home and roman quickly has to run an errand for her and baby jr just wakes up from a nap and doesnt see caveman daddy anywhere and starts tearing up

Baby and Baby Jr are in bed. Baby smiles at her sleeping daughter, she's got her mouth parted and her little, chubby fist closed around the pillowcase. Her phone dings.

'Hi.'

Roman's been away for twenty minutes, it's an hour out to go get something and Baby smiles even harder at the idea that Roman can't handle an hour without contact.

"Good afternoon, baby."

It's Baby Jr stirring. She sits up with her hair so messy - looking around with a still face, then she crawls closer to Baby and takes her arm, or tries to with her tiny hand.

She looks around again and puts her other hand near her mouth.

Baby's smile drops when she sees her daughter tear up.

"Where Daddy?"

Baby coos.

"Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry," She takes Baby Jr in her lap and rubs her back. Her motherly heart twists at the sight of her little girl's brows furrowing and eyes getting smaller. It's almost like her father's. "Daddy just went to go get something, he'll be back soon."

"Why he didn' take us?"

"Cause we were sleeping, he didn't want to bother us for such a short trip. A very short trip."

"...Really?"

Baby smooths over her hair.

"Look, he just texted me."

Baby Jr's eyes are puffy and her lips are pouted in watching her mommy pull out the phone. She rubs her cheek against her arm.

Baby could laugh at how easy it is for Baby Jr to press the call button. Roman answers after a ring and a half.

"What happened?"

"Your daughter misses you."

"Hi, Daddy."

There's a shuffle and a pause.

"Daddy's not that worth it for tears, weirdo."

"Where you go?"

"Just to get something for Mommy. Daddy's coming back soon - like really soon, please-and like, don't be down if you can't stop, but I'll leak if you're still crying. I'm almost back home."

Roman knows his daughter enough to know the way she cries, even over the phone. Baby smiles at Baby Jr smiling.

"Yay! Okay. I don' cry anymore. Bye, Daddy."

"...I can stay on the phone for a bit."

Baby just has to sigh when she kisses Baby Jr's hair. Like father, like daughter.

[princessbrunette]

ok warning: this is going to be long, so feel free to skip it but i had to get this thought down: i am constantly thinking about being sarahs best friend and being into rafe. i mean, lets be real, if you friends with sarah, of course youd have a little crush on her hot, older brother. your probably a kook, your parents are friends with the camerons, so youve know sarah and rafe since you were a kid. you and sarah immediately hit it off, but rafe was always sort of a mystery to you, especially as you got older. he became more distant, more broody, a bit more mean. didnt show up as much to family dinners, didnt want to play dolls or games in the pool with you and sarah. you were a little sad, especially since you had a little crush on him, but it was ok, at least it wasnt sarah that was drifting away. as you got older, you saw less and less of rafe, just passing greetings and nods in each other directions. you remained a little biased towards him, saving a little soft spot in your heart for your childhood crush, but knew it was silly and useless. you basically went no contact when he went off to college, only seeing him at events and holidays. but, when the summer before your senior year approached, everything shifted. im not sure when he started thinking of you differently, when he stopped seeing you as sarahs annoying little friend. maybe when he saw how much you grew in a matter of months when he came back home for the camerons famous christmas party, his freshman year at college. he didnt know what it was, maybe all the wine he had drinken that night, maybe how the weather had gotten cold, maybe the suffocating air filled with obnoxious rich people, but the way that white, lacy dress hugged your curves, the way that fluffy little cardigan hung on my one button on you chest, he was obsessed. he was disappointed to overhear that you had gotten yourself a boyfriend, but not surprised with the way you had matured. when he went back for his second semester, you were constantly on his mind. seriously, when had you grown up so much? i mean, you had never been ugly, but shit. he thought of how you shouldent be wasting time with stupid high school boys, how they would most certainly not treat you right, not like he could. he knew they wouldnt be able to touch you he could, to make you scream like he could. he honestly felt a little perverted for thinking that way, given that you two practically grew up together, but he couldn't help it. he tried burying himself in mindless sorority girls to forget his newfound infatuation, but he definitely couldn't. in fact, i bet he imagined those girls were you, even accidentally calling them your name sometimes. so when ward offered that he could come home for the summer, rafe said yes with no hesitation. it was practically too easy, the way you walked around the house in a little bikini. all he had to do was give you a little look, his eyes glancing up and down with his trademark smirk, and he had you right where he wanted. you felt bad at first, since you were doing it behind sarahs back, but come on, were you really going to give up the opportunity with the guys whos always owned your heart? of course not, you told yourself. sarah would just have to understand, not that you would tell her anytime soon of course. but she was bound to find out, espcially with the way you and rafe were slowly getting less and less inconspicuous with your sneaking around. i mean, come on, fucking in the hot tub on the patio during his parents infamous 4th of july party is definelty not the way to go unheard of. and trust me, theres a lot more where that came from.

HELLO NOT U WRITING A WHOLE DRABBLE IN MY INBOX HEHEHHE this was so good u should write a fic on this😵‍💫

ugh but this concept is so juicy bc like….. the secrecy, betraying ur bestie by sleeping w her brother…. finally being seen by him in that way….. mhm i love it

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

And now i want my neck bitten ...

... and can pls somebody help me with the heat???

Hello my lovely co-readers! I fell into my first A/B/O-fanfic and what can i say ... I have another fanfic-review or more ff-recommendation for you!

Mark of the serpent by @naromoreau and @summerofspock

Whats it about:

Prince Aziraphale is about to be crowned King of Angelhaven when he's taken captive by pirates. When he's sold as a pleasure slave to King Crowley, ruler of the nation readying for war with his, he is forced to keep his identity a secret as he tries to find a way home and keep peace. But not everything at King Crowley's court is as it seems and Aziraphale will have to face machinations of a Royal Court that are far more complex than he had thought. A Captive Prince AU with an omegaverse twist.

What i love about it:

❤️Well, for starters - this is my very first contact with the Omegaverse. I never read anything like this before.

Basically in this story it means that Crowley is an Omega, he is a male but can get pregnant (yes i googled it and yes there are even explanatory pages for that ... 😅 i just took it as given and read on). Aziraphale is a male Alpha. I have come across some A/B/O-stories so far but never started them. Why here? Well because of the plot - Aziraphale a prince and Crowley a King - and Az becoming a pleasure slave? I am sorry, but who am I to resist?

The whole setting is already like a tale, so this makes it a lot easier to just take Omegaverse in additionally.

🤷‍♀️That said if you never have read something like this before, mind the tags. Though i would like to add: i only read stories with happy ends and sometimes the tags are even a bit off-scaring and i am truly happy i just looked at the "eventual happy ending"-tag and dove right in.

❤️When you read the summary you already know the ending, right? I mean a prince, a king, rivaling kingdoms - come on! BUT - as always its the way how we get there and the plot here is twisted, which i found quite interesting.

🤔There is also a bit of tension here, you might even call it angst - i have to admit in the last third i once went back to check on the tags if it really predicted a happy ending. Go through with it - its worth it!

❤️Without any spoilers - there is quite a span where Aziraphale has to earn Crowleys trust and love. And though i sometimes thought Crowley was a bit overreacting (i think Demon Crowley wouldnt have been able to resist Aziraphale for so long 😂) - i actually found it very healing for ME to see Ziraphe so stable and safe in his love for Crowley.

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

OMG the explicit scenes! You have to know that in Omegaverse Omegas go into heat and Alphas into rut. You can imagine what happens to explicit scenes when the hormones kick in on top ... I think i am going in heat, too 😂

Look out for:

🤓a little bonus!!! there is an extra fanfic, one shot, telling Crowleys perspective on the first shared heat!

My favorite quote:

“Acceptance is a powerful thing. Once I accepted I could never stop loving you, things got easier.”

So if you like tales, are into very explicit scenes and want to give Omegaverse a try, this probably is a very good and easy start for you!

I am absolutely hooked and will look for more GOOFF (good-omens-omegaverse-fanfics) now. If you have some recs, pls comment!!! 🤗

Reading is not a hobby - it´s an attitude.🤍

[unkat]

i am playing around with the idea of naturally ending chilchuck/his wife as a narrative, with a lot of headcanon interpolation of events. this is led by my fanfic brain which is looking at a different end game. i am marcilling it.

canonically he did not contact his daughters or wife for those years after she left. i struggle to imagine how it must feel for your life partner to let you disappear from his life and stopped contacting your shared kids at the same time, diving even more headfirst into his work that made you feel abandoned in the first place.

i think chilchuck thinks he is doing what is best for them by working hard on improving the respect for half-foots and not telling them about his work life. i can see him thinking that this is too much for them to worry about, so he can protect them by not disclosing anything but a censored version of events, minimizing the danger and death he faces whenever he leaves. i think before he started working in the dungeon, he was a lot more open about it with her, back when the complaints were just shitty customers.

but its not like she wouldnt notice, once he started advocating for higher safety regulations. like. what if each time he came home, he had some new frightening clause to add to his contract, and brushed off her attempts to get details as to why he put it there? and that feeling is not something their kids would be able to overlook once they get old enough to go from parent-child caretaker to parent-child friendship/advisor.

so yeah! when she actually meets his coworkers and realizes how much he has been leaving out about his life, its like he is a totally different person than the man she has been living with for the past 13 years. she has been lied to through omission, and he cant read the room that she needed him to trust her. so, she does something drastic to get his attention (and, very importantly, give herself fulfillment). and then he never calls, never writes, never reaches out for years of her life.

personally i think it would make sense for her to find something of her own, like a hobby or job, after her children have grown, and through that there could someone who can give her enough emotional support to fall in love again.

by the time he returns, he was a good man and great father, but a lousy husband, and she does not want to throw away the happiness she found without him. i think they loved each other for so long that it would be easy to fall back into that fondness after they both had a serious couple of conversations. but the ship to go back to how things were has sailed, and neither of them should try to go back to how things were. there is still love there, just in a different form than it was before.

i guess i kinda like the idea of growth that is staggered from each other due to their communication problems, if i had to make them lines moving in parallel. they fell out of sync understanding each other, and by the time they caught back up, they have missed the window to be as close as they were before. kinda a "right place, wrong time" by the time chilchuck has finished canon. i think there is beauty in the imperfections of damaged relationships, the fallibility of human nature, healing by falling apart.

could they have both been that loyal to the commitment and still work hard to fall back into love? i think its possible, but it should be as difficult as it needs to be for both of them to feel like this is a real change. chilchuck retiring might make that easier or harder for her- less stressful job, but he needs to actually put aside time for them and not fixate on his career, which would be hard if he is still a driving force behind civil movements on top of starting his business.

[narwhalandchill]

having terminal narwhal brainrot is kinda the worst actually bc. sometimes my brain just gets Stuck on all these tiny things and observations that are Very Funny Indeed but also like. i have no actual clue whether its Intended to be significant at all in terms of implication or if im just losing it but its rent free either way and its not going away like. take this one for a completely coincidental example i definitely havent had swirling around my head rent free for like the last 3 weeks nopers no way uhhhhh

so act I of fontaine AQ right???? first narwhal mentions we get from childe in the story???

"it" right?? which like fine yeah makes sense. mysterious massive eldritch sea creature wouldnt consider that out of place for a choice of pronoun. in no small part prolly due to ajax just taking after skirk in terms of how she refers to and views the narwhal. its not rly carrying any connotation of personhood and/or sentience purely in terms of the language used

Now. if its such an unsurprising choice. why am i fixated on this

WELL. lets say purely hypothetically. wouldnt it be like. really funny if after Multiple languages. explicitly went for a non-human moniker when it comes to childe speaking about the narwhal. that he would then like. possibly. the Second they make actual direct and personal telepathic connection with one another. pull a complete 180 on that. in like act III mayhaps

"someone" calling him??????

Like. isnt it Interesting. that he went from "it". to IMMEDIATELY assigning explicit personhood to whatever originated that whalesong call.

Its telepathic connection. Right??? like these mfs are Literally in each others heads. right??? and yet. Somehow. PURELY off of that call that single moment of fleeting impression and feeling that gravitational pull towards one another. youre Instinctively assigning sentience personhood and character to that voice. Huh

(so based and narwhalpilled ajax i knew you were a truther and an ally)

and like what makes me fixate on this so much and not just go oh its prolly nothing is just. they didnt HAVE to write it that way right??? they couldve made it "something calling me..." . or even for intentional ambiguity something like "i hear a call somewhere..." . but Nooooooo its. someone. they made ajax go from "it" to "someone". in the exact span it took for him to make direct metaphysical contact with his narwhal.

obviously like. yes ive made my case against the "lmao dumb pet that overeats" misconception Many Times Before for obvious reasons bc thats My beloved and theres Plenty enough canon material even excluding this one to very much suggest the narwhal is indeed a fully sentient immortal being capable of complex thought i just. for ajax of all people to seemingly note that so instinctively the moment they make contact as well............

yeah let me scream real quick thanks im just. HHHHHHHHHH these 2 kill me irl

and NO its not just english i triple checked. like first i checked german and that shit goes from es/etwas to jemand. non-human to explicitly person-specific

(beyond the obvious. whale as a masculine noun)

& then w chinese obviously not a speaker but i took the same lines from project ambr, got the translation and pinyin with google and as long as im not missing sth huge and/or wikipedia isnt lying about how chinese pronouns work. its explicitly non-human 3rd person to very much person-specific interrogative "who" too.

so like. that sure is a very specific and curious choice to make with the writing. multiple times. in multiple languages. when there very much were Multiple very easy ways to write it Not in such a way. for the one (1) guy with undeniably the closest and most personal bond to the narwhal. to say That. in response to its call. its just a little bit of an inch resting detail to have. just a bit

yeah ajax mister im actually going to need you to explain this one to the class as well in addition to all the OTHER shit you have the audacity to spew thanks

[hitchhikerwithoutguide]

i had a nightmare tonight about my stalker/abuser

it was almost casual. i was in the pub with my friends and partner, and only i recognized him since no one else ever met him and i deleted his pics long ago (not that i had many of them)

he sat down at a table behind ours, all alone, and seemed as casual as one could be

i tried to indicate to my partner who it was and tried my best to ignore him

when i first saw him my entire body filled with anxious dread and it was so hard not to look at him

wondering why he was there, if he came because he knew i was there, how he would know that

during our short and intense "relationship" he never travelled to my place and only once did he come to my town, but not to see me

in the dream i did end up going to his table and ask what he was doing there, and he said that he had decided to look me up irl since i had changed my snapchat (basically the only place we talked) user name twice to get away from him

it was... by all means a casual, civil conversation. i asked why he had come here since he never did when we dated and i dont remember the response but he made it sound so logical

it was a short dream though. i don't remember more details, apart from being completely alone, my friends and my partner had disappeared and i dont even think we were in the pub anymore, just in an empty dark room with a table. a civil conversation where i demanded answers and he avoided them.

I'll never understand why he ever only contacted me through snapchat after i broke things off. he would make new snap accounts constantly to get through me blocking him. he had my phone number, and i hadnt blocked it, only deleted it from my contacts. but he never tried to call or text me, although we did call each other fairly often when we dated. but to be fair i dont know if he ever saved my number, or if he just called the number he recognized as mine. maybe he has no access to my number anymore. but it feels like it should be easy to find online, because sweden defaults to having your phone number easily accessed with your name attached

last time he attempted to contact me was just last year, and i finally changed my snapchat username to something he wouldnt figure out. and so far he hasnt. but i dont doubt he will one day figure it out.

i havent thought about him in a long, long time. i guess i felt like i had finally escaped him. but maybe not. maybe part of him will always haunt me.

[noir-renard]

In hindsight, they probably should not have let Damian take the reins on contacting the erratically behaving Batmobile. But Robin is Batman's partner, Damian had argued, and as the current bearer of the name, establishing contact with Batman is my responsibility.

Mostly, Dick just wanted it to be a confidence building exercise. What's the harm? He'd thought. This is standard procedure, he'd assured himself.

When Bruce didn’t answer the voice call on the first ring, the assurance made way for a hint of doubt. When it went straight to voicemail, the doubt grew.

"Try again," Dick suggested.

"I know," Damian snapped.

The second time they called, it was rejected.

"Third time's a charm, that's what I always say," said Tim, already hacking into any satellites close to Bruce’s last know location.

"You would say that," said Jason, who was hanging around pretending he didn't care what happened to Bruce and doing a bad job of it.

Bruce’s hands were probably just busy. And he couldn’t use voice commands. Or some other explanation that they'd all laugh at, someday.

"Call him one more time, Damian."

Fortunately, the call was answered this time.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Bruce.

The face looking back at them from the dash cam face chat was not, in fact, Bruce. Or anyone Dick recognized. It did have some similar qualities that usually ended with Dick saying "You have a problem, Bruce," or "did you really need to adopt another kid?"

"Sorry for hanging up on you guys, this car has like a thousand buttons and none of them are labeled. It's alarmingly easy to accidentally turbo boost the car instead of answer the call—"

"Identify yourself," Damian said pointedly.

"Uh, hi, I'm Danny," said the adoption bait driving the Batmobile, sass levels matching ghost peppers on the scoville scale. "Batman's fine by the way, if you even care—"

Something exploded in the background as the speaker—Danny, apparently—swore and swerved around a corner.

"—or he is for now, but we're in a bit of a pickle."

"Where is Batman?" asked Damian.

"Backseat" —Danny jabbed his thumb behind him to underscore the point— "He's not unconscious but he can't drive—"

"What did you do to him?" Asked Jason.

"Me? I saved his ass is what I did. There I was, kidnapped by a billionaire—typical tuesday stuff, you know how it is—so I was trying to make the most of things and destroy a bunch of projects when BATMAN drops from the ceiling, boots covered in ectoplasm" —Danny paused, cursing as he banked the steering wheel left and avoiding another explosion— "and he wouldnt leave me behind! I had it handled, but we were still hashing out the deets, so to speak, when Vlad comes in, mad about, and I quote, 'corporate espionage', which is hypocritical of him, really—"

Dick didn't catch the next thing Danny said, on account of something green flying through the window and attacking him. Danny didn’t seem surprised by this, just annoyed. He grabbed the green thing (still unidentifiable) by the scruff and through it out the window literally. Without breaking the glass.

"Did you say Vlad?" asked Tim. "As in Vlad Masters?"

"So you have the misfortune of knowing him, too," said Danny, like he wasn't talking about one of the regular topper of the Forbes 200 list.

"Long story short," Danny continued, "I blew up the evil lab and got out of dodge with an injured Batman, you're all very welcome. Now, is there any way you could send, like, a jet? Maybe a helicopter? You guys have one of those, right?"

Dick was rarely speechless, and this was no exception. But he was, perhaps, reaching a state of speechless-adjacent.

How can someone say so much and reveal so little?

"Why do you need air transportation, Danny?" Dick cut in.

"Well, we're kind of in the middle of nowhere, and I figured you probably do all your medical stuff in house anyway, and he might need a blood transfusion—"

"Blood transfusion?" Damian hissed. "He's bleeding?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"You said he was fine!" Tim pointed out. Enthusiastically.

"He's fine-ish? He used something from his belt to stop the gushing, but I doubt it's a long-term solution based on what I know about medical stuff, though admittedly I learned most of it from Grey's Anatomy—"

"Danny, focus," tried Dick.

"Why is he bleeding?" Asked Jason.

Danny shrugged. "Didn't dodge the invisible vampire fast enough, I guess. I was dealing with the bomb at the time."

"Invisible—" Dick took a deep breath. "So it's a puncture wound?"

"More of a piercing slashing kind of deal? What's that?" He turned around and leaned into the backseat, apparently talking to Bruce. "He says it missed the femoral and renal arteries, but may have nicked his spleen? He estimates he has a couple hours until he—oh, I don't think I should tell them that over the phone, Batman—"

"What is it with this family and spleens," Tim mumbled.

Dick wished for a pillow to scream into, but there wasn't time for that kind of personal breakdown mid-crisis. He'd do it later. He already had the pillow selected in his mind (it was a Superman Squishmallow. Perfect for screaming into.)

"We are sending the Batjet to your location immediately—"

"Maybe send it close-ish?" Danny interrupted. "There's a bunch of mountains and trees and ghost-animal-homunculus—homunculi? You get it—"

"I really don't," Dick muttered to himself.

"Anyway, gotta go, this car is kind of a two-hands driving kind of deal, and my sister says distracted driving is a killer. But don't worry! I've never hit anything or been hit by anything the three months I’ve been driving legally, and I only failed it the first three times. How do I hang up…this button? Nope. This one—oh, found the turbo jets, maybe this one—"

The last thing Dick saw was Bruce's gloved hand reaching forward to press the end call button.

"Alfred—"

"The batjet is already ready for takeoff, Master Dick," said Alfred. "I do suggest you hurry, however, as Master Damian has already buckled himself into the pilot's seat."

Dick sighed. One way or another, he had a feeling this was going to end with, if not another brother, then another something. A good story, at least.

Danny’s Wild Ride

Another week, another prompt.

Batman was out investigating a new weapon energy source while the rest of the Batfam was fighting those smuggling said weapons into Gotham. He took the Batmobile, which hadn’t been moving for the last few hours, and is now racing around the surrounding mountains, like a bat out of hell.

So they call the Batmobile. And instead of Batman, they see an bat-doption bait driving the Batmobile. With explosions going off in the background. And Batman with a bleeding head slumped in the passenger seat.

[deadxmastreedownthehighway]

to daddy dearest

a happy late birthday to you. i thought of you on your birthday but didnt message you. guess this is my unsent letter to you...

as a child i would naively hope that you would send a private detective to seek for us.. i woild always look at cars parked in front of the schools i would attend. i dreamed of you rescuing us from our mother. i wanted to be saved by you cuz that what dads would do right? i wouldnt be too sure since i was never worth staying back for to raise. no one ever thought i was worth the time. now should i really be as hard on my mother as i am especially since she stayed by my side and fucked me up in the process? i dont know. she made sure to tell me in almost all our fights that you didnt love me. you wanted us gone and aborted.

you never called only when we were 12.. you wanted to add us as dependents on your taxes.. i was secretly excited but you ended the call with my mother soon after.. even my oldest sister would tell me i would be a better child if you were around and that i needed you.. why werent you ever here? i struggled with math. mother would brag how bright you were with math.. she would tell me how many siblings i had in your side.. i was always alone.. i resent you.. even though i cried when i found your email at last and you answered back. it was one of the happiest moments in my life but you didnt allow me to be the greedy child i always wanted to be.. i wanted to be cuddled, comforted and be told everything was going to be alright and that you knew how to fix all of it.. i didnt want to have to build a relationship with another adult.. i wanted to pick up where we last left off when i was 7. i wanted to be a greedy kid.. i didnt to be lectured on what to do with my life.. why didnt you ask me about my fears or if i slept with plushies at night? you missed out on so much.. there was so much to pick up on.. but its never easy with an adult child huh? worse part is your child isnt fine.. it was quite the experience having to disappoint you too.. sometimes i of you too much and it makes me want to bury myself in a hole. i cant handle small talk.. i wanted badly to bond with you but i was the problem.. my expectations were unrealistic.. greedy even. once i saw you were going to provide what i seeked for i left.. i read in many articles about building relationships with a parent as an adult child and i could only think of my 13 year self that would of wanted to meet you. why did i even bother? after the last message on email and how you took so long was the part the stung me deeply.. with my toxic upbringing i assumed the worse.. i assumed it was me to why you stopped massaging.. i shouldnt have pushed beyond that.. when my mother asked i simply told her as if it didnt bother me that you didnt message me until a good while again.. i dont know why but maybe its why i didnt try as hard after when you contacted me after.. i resented you for not being in my life in the first place and after for leaving me again.. i wished emotions were easy to deal with..

surprisingly i felt like an outsider speaking to your other child.. i felt like an outsider speaking to you and listening to you speak of your other kids and even your grandkids.. absurd how you kept in contact with a grandkid in florida instead of with us.. maybe im just being a child with those thoughts.. daddy dearest i hate you and i desire to be with you but i resent you for waiting for your kid to show up to you.. i wish i was mature enough to know how to handle this.. have i met you several years before i would have begged to live with you.. to be saved from my mother.. but i was much too late for that.. i hate being a burden..

[gaypenguins99]

Am I the A-hole for cutting my family off after they hurt my fiancee and I?

Tw// taken advantage of and drug abuse

So this will be a little long because so much happened but I'll try my best to keep it short as possible, please let me know if I'm the a-hole dudes

Last year around March or may my aunt's wife of 20 years was diagnosed with cancer. There was alot of drama between my aunt and her wife's family, so it wasnt an easy process. My aunt had managed to get her a really good cancer facility and was there round the clock with her when her family wasnt there.

Fast forward to December, and my aunts wife passes away. My aunt loses it. At the time, My fiancee (F-26) and I (F-23) were there for her as much as we could be living 4 hours away and not having enough money to travel that far. Almost every night we would listen to her scream and bawl her eyes out and tell us shes gonna kill herself and all we could do was just be there and reassure her as much as possible. My fiancee was there more than I could be, because at the time i had to wake up at 4 am every morning for work, and my aunt always called at night and they would stay on the phone all night.

We swore to her we would make it for the funeral in May of this year. (Her family had her cremated and wanted to wait until deceased wifes birthday for the funeral) Now, ignoring all warning signs keeping us from going, we managed to make it there.

We arrive the day before the funeral. My aunt and the rest of my family has had an on/off problem with pill and alcohol addiction. I was assured she was completely clean by both her and my nanni. It is also very important to note: My sister (f-22) is with a registered pedophile (m-30). THAT Is a whole other can of worms but we do not speak, and because of what he did (child pornography, and exposing himself to an 11 y/o boy) my fiancee and I REFUSE to have any contact with her. If she can stay with someone like that, who reoffends while they're together, that's not someone I need in my life.

So. My aunt swears up and down he would not be there. (Fiancee is a tall, strong country woman from the hills of tn and can handle just about anyones bs, but she nor I wanted to risk a negative situation happening on a day that needed to be for my aunt) and so comes the day of the funeral. And guess who shows up. If you guessed the afore mentioned sister and pedo, you get a cookie 🍪.

My fiancee and I share a look of absolute horror, and i go right up to my aunt to ask her if she knew anything about it. She told me she didnt want to tell us he was coming because she "knew we wouldnt have made it down here" and that she "really needed her family with her". My fiancee and I take a few very deep breaths, and go to our room. Now. My aunt had INSISTED we drink. Had literally SHOVED A SHOT into my fiancee's hand to "help calm her nerves". I was rushing around getting everything ready, letting my fiancee stay in the room to try and control her nerves because we were BOTH extremely upset we had been lied to, and we now had to ride in a vehicle with them for over an hour to the funeral.

My fiancee continues to drink, my aunt keeps bringing her them while I'm still rushing to get everything together for her wife's funeral, not realizing what was happening.

Theres a falling out. Fiancee sits in livingroom because my aunt convinced her to. Pedo stares my fiancee down, refusing to look away from her. Apparently, she went outside to calm down, and when she tried to come back in- he stood in the doorway and refused to let her pass. So she shoved passed him and went to her room. Now I didnt know this was going on, not until I saw my fiancee visibly shaking and trying to take deep breaths in the room. I got her to calm down, aunt pokes her head in to see what's going on, we explain.

For those who have gotten this far, strap in. It gets even better.

Pedo sits on the porch. My aunt convinces my crying fiancee to come to her room to calm down because we had to leave soon. I will never forgive myself for needing to use the bathroom in that moment. I wish with everything I hadn't left her alone for 5 minutes. I came out and the bedroom door was closed. I opened the door to see my fiancee coughing and looking scared, confused and worst of all: sober. Something was wrong but I wasnt sure what. I asked what was going on because my aunt and sister were both standing around her. My aunt said she was just helping her calm down and sober up, I then pressed and asked what she gave her and she said "just a little weed shes fine but we have to leave now".

An instant pit formed in my stomach. We are all pot smokers. I knew that was not what she gave her, but I tried my best to just trust her because this woman was like my mother.

Fast forward to the drive. My dad got me, my fiancee, and my aunt and drove us to the wedding while my sister followed in their car. I noticed right away something wrong with my fiancee, she had never acted so loopy and made crazy outbursts. Like I know my goofy baby, this was not her. Something was wrong.

We get to the funeral. My fiancee is now angry. Fucking livid the whole time. (My aunt got us worked up the night before screaming, throwing and breaking things, and telling us all the horrible things her wife's family has done) now I was upset too, but her anger was near enough to kill someone and I had NEVER seen her like that before.

I'm gonna fast forward to that night (my hands have been shaking while writing this so I'm sorry for the typos) my fiancee starts crying and tells me what actually happened because she couldnt remember before. Apparently, my aunt offered her a puff off of a pipe. She wasnt sure because she hadn't seen that kind of pipe before (shes never been around any kind of drug other than weed before so she truly didnt know any better at the time, especially being extremely drunk) but then my aunt asks her "do you trust me?" And so my aunt then gives her a shotgun hit (where you inhale smoke and exhale it into another person's mouth) followed by two quick puffs from it being literally shoved in her mouth. I'd like to note: my aunt kisses her during the shotgun hit, and after all of this? Tells her NOT TO TELL ME.

My fiancee bawled while telling me saying "I couldn't keep something like that from you, itd be wrong"

I confront her the next morning. We take a walk and she starts the "no it was just a puff of weed she dudnt see it" and I told her to cut the bullshit. I made her look me dead in the eyes and tell me what she drugged my fiancee with. She told me "just a little cocaine- not enough to hurt her"

"Just a little cocaine- not enough to hurt her" is not a sentence that should exist.

Theres a falling out, obviously, where my fiancee drives off crying because my aunt doesnt think its "that big of a deal" and she shouldn't have "ruined her day by drinking too much"...I go off on my aunt. She says some horrible things to me that I wont go into full detail on, but I'll just say it's apparently my fault my mom was hooked on meds in the first place (because I was born, ya see) all the hell I was put though growing up was all my fault and, one of the good ones: "you and your sister never complained when I gave it to you so what's the problem".

I told her she needs to apologize profusely to my fiancee because, I understand the pain of grief and what it can do to someone, however that is not an excuse to drug someone for your convenience. You were so focused on looking better in front of your wifes shitty family, you put my fiancee's life in danger to make yourself look better instead of, I dont know, letting her stay home?

The next day before we leave, my fiancee leaves my aunt a note FORGIVING HER FOR DRUGGING HER AND TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER and told her she just needed a little time to process because the pain she was feeling was too much to handle, and she needed to heal.

We were going to pick up my aunt from work to drop her off and say goodbye, and we find out our dog died at home, and she had puppies still nursing on her. Our hearts were broken for the second time that trip. My aunt came out, demanded we get out and socialize, I try to explain what happened and my aunt wont listen and my fiancee gets angry because no were waiting while my aunt chats it up with a coworker. I'm crying, my fiancee is crying, and my aunt finally gets in the car and starts going off on us for being rude. I try to talk, she literally yells at us and my fiancee finally snaps. She snaps at my aunt and tells her "not to fucking yell at us, we just lost our damn dog and you wont let her get fucking breath in"

Shes quiet the whole drive, aside from snide comments under her breath. We hug. We leave.

We go home. My aunt is BLOWING up our phones, cussing us out, telling us it was my fiancee's fault it happened, what a terrible person she is, just some truly God awful horrible things you should never say to someone. And this goes on for MONTHS. She breaks my fiancee down to where the first week we were home, she was drunk every damn day. Then it progressed to my aunt telling her to kill herself, sending pictures of her dead wife and dog, and asking her to "tell me when it starts to hurt boo" just because my fiancee tried to say she understood the pain because she lost the two most important people in her life the same way. And for the record, I'm blasting my aunt for the way shes treating my fiancee, and then she turns my whole family against us.

My aunt sends us a screenshot of messages between her and my nanni (the most important person in my life aside from my fiancee) where my nanni responds to the selective screenshots where my aunt breaks my fiancee down to where she snaps back at her. The messages where she blows up? That's the only thing my nanni got to see, supposedly. "Dont listen to her, shes just crazy probably from the drugs and alcohol". That's what my nanni had said to my aunt about my fiancee. I called my nanni immediately to set the record straight and all she could do was defend my aunt and say that my fiancee was ALSO to blame and that they're equally as wrong.

Important note: we press my aunt because we find out you dont smoke cocaine. She gave her meth. Fucking meth. And my sister brought it with her. So proud of my family.

At this point, its 6 months later and my fiancee has been in counseling for the trauma for 2 months and is doing better. I have cut off all communication with my family because my trust has been completely broken. I refuse to speak to my aunt, my sister, or my nanni.

My fiancee supports my decision, but reminds me if I want to talk to them she would never stop me. I want to talk to my nanni. I want a relationship with her, but i dont know if it's a good idea.

Lasting effects this has had is my fiancee is still pushing through the suicidal thoughts, and the anger never really went away. Ever since that trip she gets extremely angry over the smallest things and its caused some obvious stress for me. While she doesnt scream AT me, she screams around me and it throws me back to childhood sometimes. Shes gotten better but this is something that were still recovering from. I want my baby back and they took that part of her with them, and I'll never forgive myself for it.

Am I the asshole for cutting off my family because they all support my aunt? Or should I for whatever reason try to forgive them?

[princessdreamie]

DBH part 21

After finishing up work, Co went straight home and showed Mt what she found.

Mt laughed and said that he knew where she could get the contact information but wonders if she wouldnt rather have something from another designer instead. She refused his suggestion, she liked this style better.

Said and done, Mt fished out his private mobile phone and called C for intel. C was more than happy oblige, which made it all the more easy to order the girl's jewelry.

Cut to Mel's home

The teenager was over the moon as she got an e-mail with a request from Mt for some customary wedding jewelry. A big project as well.

The mail stated that they will make an appointment that weekend, so that they can discuss their order further.

Fa was more than proud of her and wishes her good luck on her project.

It took some time to convince her manager and the producers to let her have a break. He had to put in all his charisma to let them finally agree. But in return he had to make up for it since his GF had to be in a quite a lot of scenes and now they have to hold on for those episodes.

Which means most episodes will be either filler or a short hiatus.

The boy had to take on more filler episodes than usual but by the time they aired each one of them, Mel would be already done with her task. Thats what he hopes at least. But he got an amazing meal out of it that she had made only for him, once he came back to her place. You win some, you lose some.

A few days later at Mel's house

Mt & Co sat inside Mel's kitchen, waiting for the girl.

Fa let the 2 inside and asked them to wait in their kitchen till Mel got all her materials. Mt was familiar with the boy thanks to C mentioning him a few times. So the older man was more than happy to chat with him than his future wife who didnt know anyone but E, until the boy had to leave for his recording.

Co looked around the room and found it rather simplistic. It was a normal modern kitchen but not a lot of Decorations on the walls.

Once she and Mt got married they will have to look for nice things to beautify their own rooms.

After 5 minutes, Mel finally came out of her office to greet her costumers, apologizing profusely for letting them wait. As the pleasantries came to an end, the teenager spread out some drawings per the bride's requests. And needless to say, they were not too bad. Even Mt openly agreed with her choices.

The drafts they got to see ranged to cute up to elegant. Co had already something special in mind. She took one of the elegant looking concepts while taking out a few photos.

Looking at Co's pics, Mel asked what she was looking for. Co explained as well as she could: „Those are some tulips from my old home. I loved taking care of them when i was a child. I would like a tulip Inspired hair accessory.”

Mel nodded at her, switching to the last picture, showing a floral arrangement made out of winter roses and greenery.

„My mother loves being creative and one of our first projects together was including winter roses.” She continued, „I want you to make a Necklace, a pair of earrings & a bracelt with this kind of flower.”

A huge commission but Mel was willing to try her best and asked the pair to come back in a month or 2.

They agreed to come back on a chosen date and the 2 guest left the house, feling pretty confident on their decision.

Not to waste anymore precious time, the young designer got back on the drawing board and began to order her needed materials. She had to make a good impression with her craft. So mistakes have to be very few to none.

[aleksanderthemesschild]

fundywastaken has my aus in a chokehold for now reason, and im making it youre problem

mddream, our beloved. Before he gets released he interacts quite a bit with a few heroes. The one that probably talked to him the most? A hero by the name firefox. Or well, that isnt his name, but dream called him that. His actual "hero" name is ItsFundy, one of the IT guys. His power is similar, if not even the same one, as 404s power. Access to the networks via body attachments that formed throughout life or he added wiht attachments. Fundy would usually hack into certain networks and gather all the information he can, before absolutely changing and crashing the code there so that their networks were in ruins. He didnt work like 404 in combat, rather he worked from the headquarters. Usually, those two woudlnt have any contact at all, the it section and the rehab section separated from eachother quite a bit, If there wasnt a small boy with white hair. He was fundys kid, running around in areas hes allowed in, letting out energy that he has as small kid. At first, yogurt didnt interact with dream, seeing him as the big scary man with the knife arms. And dream doesnt blame him, when breaking it down, he is a big scary man with knife arms. It wasnt until yogurt walked by dreams room, seeing an open door. Dream wasnt feeling so well, a fever catching him now that his dosage was lowered significantly, and bad memories haunting his dreams. He left the door open incase he panicked and they needed easy and fast access towards him. Instead, a small kid walked in, seeing the usually cold and scary man now lay in bed wrapped in a blanket, muscles spasms and his expression showing his unease in his sleep. He walked towards the man, setting down the fox plush that he has with him next to dream, pushing it towards the other. Usually, when yogurt felt bad, the foxy helped. In dreams case it woke him up. He startled up a bit, pushing himself onto his forearms to look at the kid, who kept pushing the fix towards him. Dream did not understand. He looked at the kid confused before raising one hand and petting the foxy. The kid giggled at him, happy the man seems more at ease than when he was asleep. Dream pushed a button that's at his bed side, calling one of the staffs. While dream thinks ths kid is adorable, hed prefer the kid wouldnt get sick because of him. Crow father walks in, apparently having been close by anyway, taking fundys kid from him, telling the kid to not bother the sick man. Dream gave him a thumbs up before promptly falling back asleep, exhaustion weighing him down. When fundy later asked yogurt where his plush is, yogurt replied that the sick man has it. Fundy quickly made his way to the "sick man", or as he knew him, pandoras number 1. There has been no real contact between them, besides that fundy is still struggling to decipher the code of the pandoras prisoners, also having a glance at numbers one before decide hell do it last. He really hoped the other didnt bother with the plush and just put it down, easy access for fundy. Instead fundy saw the man sleeping, cageing in the plush in his sleep. Technically, he could grab it, the other did cage ot in, but it seems like an unconscious thing that happened during his sleep rather than a conscious decision to take the plush in his hold. And I mean, what could happen if fundy tried to take it. Well now he is pinned against the bed, having been bodied onto it, the other on top of him, holding him down against the mattress. He could see the other was distressed, seemingly more acting out of instinct rather than rationality. And really, it was fundys mistake. He shoudlntve thought that if he tried to take something from someone who is incredibly sensitive to movement and sounds and probably feels more stressed and anxious than relaxed, would end up with him walking away scratch free. "What do you want" "th-the plush, its- it's my sons plush-" the hand against his throat immediately lifted, air filling his lungs. The prisoner immediately helped him sit up, apologising immediately and sincerely explaining he was acting more on instinct than rationality, that he didnt know what happened but he knew someone tried ot take the boys plush that he wanted ot give back- fundy interrupted him with laughter, overwhelmed and surprised by the prisoners behaviour, saying it's all fine and that he shouldve known. Dream joined a him with the laughter, laughing a bit at his instincts. Fundy took the plush from dream, who had it in his hands, before promising hell give it back to the boy. They waved at eachother as fundy left, dream smiling as he went back to his restless sleep and fundy smiling as he went back to his son. After this, yogurt would go to dream, just to play or visit him, talking to the man. Fundy and dream would end up talking aswell, talking about the kid and the hero agency. Fundy was one of the first heroes that treated dream like a friend, and dream deeply appreciated that. Even if people kept speculating whether yogurt isnt actually both their kid and not only fundys, but he could ignore that

[citrusvein]

i'm so jealous of a life i wasn't even given the option of living

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

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You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[actualbird]

nxx team and their organizational apps/methods of choice and how all of this will lead to mc possibly strangling the entire team (affectionate)

wc: 972

this was a joint effort between me and my girlfriend playing headcanon tennis via discord

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mc: Notion and very prettily designed

mc strikes me as a very organized person, when it comes to work stuff, and Notion is a great app for people who like organizing things and also want a relatively easy UI to traverse. theres pages and embed functions and checklists and calendars, mc loves it ALL

and she loves that Notion also allows you to customize how everything looks!! so her Notion looks something like this

having a nice Notion page helps her motivation to get things done. looking at tasks and information in a page thats Pretty can do wonders for the soul and brain <3

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artem: Notion but it's absolute barren barebones

artem is also a very organized person so he enjoys Notion for the same reasons mc does.

however, he customizes 0 decorations. looks like this

barebones, straight to the point. ive always seen artem as somebody who gets visually overwhelmed when a bunch going on in terms of design. and getting overwhelmed is the opposite of what he wants to happen when working, so he keeps it simple

also, hes shit at anything art related and making a Notion page is adjacent enough to that that even if he tried, he would fail horrendously

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marius: Google Workplace but it's made by pax instead, Pax Workplace, pls imagine the image attached is pax themed instead

marius Is somebody who appreciates aesthetics and is good at it, but if it's work, hes not gonna be putting effort to make that look nice, hes got his paintings and art for that!!! and since his work is Pax and NXX (which is Pax funded, i always forget that fact!) he shrugs and uses Pax's system

it's all there anyway, he doesnt have to waste time setting stuff up and time is a Finite Resource in his life and busy day to day schedules

the ony flaw of Pax Workplace isnt rlly inherent to the app itself, but to marius. cuz hes always tryna get everybody else on board in using it too in a joke-y salesman energy kind of way, and if he brings it up one more time, someones gonna SNAP

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luke: just the notepad app that came with his laptop but used in the worst way possible

confession: this is how i organize stuff and im bestowing to luke not just cuz i love projecting on him but also cuz it's in character. in his personal story 3, mc mentioned that luke is such a messy person in his own space but manages to know where everything is anyway. it wouldnt be a stretch to assume this extends to a digital space too

so luke just uses the notepad app

and he keeps everything in only like 2 note files

one is called Work. the other is called Munchies. the first one is all his work notes, investigations, leads, contacts, everything. the second one is filled with all his usual takeout orders.

both of files started filled up with the thing that their name topic is, but then luke got a bit distracted and started forgetting to check which notepad he was putting shit in. so both note files ends up being like a LONG BLOCK TEXT PARAGRAPH of investigation theories and then followed by "manager’s choice large, garlic n cheese large if mc is coming over" and both files are SO GODDAMN LONG because hes been using em ever since he returned to stellis

oh and he added a 3rd new notepad that has nothing in it but the lyrics of the Agent P song from phineas and ferb but he edited it to be about peanut

because thats totally important and needs its own file, duh

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vyn: he just remembers it all

hah, noting things down? who do you think he is, some kind of idiot with a bad memory? aside from mentioning things in his daily audio recordings, he doesnt keep notes anywhere except in his mind. he does it quite well

but he'll never admit that he does this mostly as another odd avenue of superiority over other people. vyn can remember many dates and notes, whereas artem can only---

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and thus: coordinating schedules and information for investigation purposes is hell

mc: okay so ive created a full system on notion. it's color coded, font formatted, easy navigation to sub-pages---

artem, a bit overwhelmed at all the nice visuals: why are there...so many colors....what is happening...

luke: oh ive got a lot of notes for this subpage!!! lemme just get---wait up, i knew i had this info somewhere, i must have just put it in the Munchies notepad---

artem, more confused: the what?

mc: oh god

luke: foooouuunnnddd ittttt //copy pastes his entire unformatted block of text into a subpage

mc: i am near tears, please

marius: why cant we just use pax workplace?

mc: //EYE TWITCH, MOVES TO STRANGLE MARIUS

marius: WAIT WAIT IM SORRY

mc, calming herself: okay. okay.....we just need to schedule some meetings this week, okay?

marius, trying to redeem himself by helping: okay uh well when is everybody free this week?

luke: copy pasted all my free dates for the month!

artem: saturday, whole day after 2pm

mc: same

marius: nice okay, my calendar is also good on saturday and luke's got that too. vyn, where's your schedule?

vyn: in my mind

luke: ...

artem: ....

mc: .....

marius: ......okaaaaayyy so when are you free?

vyn, looking off into the distance pensively: when is anybody truly free?

and then by that point DAVIS has to interrupt the scene for a commercial break!