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mysticovo · 7 months

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Hiya! Could you do a Rise!Donnie reverse hurt/comfort fic?It could be about anything,I just feel like that silly goose needs a hug or something.✨🌕

I studied code because I wanted you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was falling in and out of sleep. The sound of a keyboard filled the almost silent room. Soon the noise switched to tinkering, then back to typing every few moments. The relaxed breathing slowly became strained. A few angered mumbles drifted through the air.

I opened my eyes to a room bathed in purple. My face resting on something green and scaley. I originally came to the lair for a study date with my boyfriend, Don. Eventually it evolved to me on his lap cuddling him. I suppose I fell asleep in the process of it.

He was probably running updates on Shelldon or fixing whatever his brothers must’ve broken, again.I shifted my head to the side to gaze down at what he was working on. It was a…smart..toaster? I feel like it was used in another pranking war by the others.

He took of the case and was focusing on fixing the very, very damaged internal machinery. Specifically the heaters and power source. While also untangling the wires. It wasn’t working as he planned. He slammed down the screwdriver in his hand and slapped the other over his eyes.

“Dee?” I asked. He jumped once i said something, “ Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I am”, he replied. His voice was wavering. The hand around his eyes tightened while the hand on his desk drifted to my back and hugged me closer to him. His entire body was shaking and his breathing became heavier. I sat up to fully look at him. It seemed as if he was on the verge of tears. “Oh Don”, I sighed out. That…might’ve been the final straw before he broke into tears. Donnie shoved his face into my top and threw an arm around my neck. I hugged him closer to my chest and laid my head on top of his. The sobs were a muffled mess and it was all I could hear. We sat there for a while. I don’t know for how long but it felt like hours…

A muffled noise came from Donatello. I looked down at him as he shifted his head to the side.

“What was that?” I asked him softly, I didn’t want to overstimulate him when he was already upset.

He sat back up and brought back that mask he usually had, the bad boy one of course.

“Never mind…I’m fine”, He mumbled back as he rubbed the last few tears out of his eyes.

“Donnie…you can’t just say you’re fine when you just broke down like that..” I at him again and brought a hand to his cheek/beak. He was avoiding my eyes. He was..hiding something. “You can tell me anything.”

“I just-“, He sighed and looked down at our laps,”-I’m the tech guy. I’m the smart one. It’s all I’m good for….if I can’t do this simple fix and be that, why would any of you need me..”. Tears had welled back up in his eyes, his voice was wavering again and it seemed like he was holding the cries back. He was…trembling.

“Don, none of us could ever think that-”, I paused, hugging him again and rubbing my thumb against his beak,”-Plus you’re more than that. Why even made you think that we wouldn’t need or want you?” I started to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

“You see everything my brothers do and are. Raphael is strong, everyone thinks Leo is funny and the face of the group and Mikey’s the creative one. I’m nothing like them..”, He mumbled it again, his gaze softened as he looked into mine.

“Donnie, I wouldn’t want you any other way. Preferably nothing like your brothers….no offense to them though.” I sort of laughed when I said it, I didn’t mean to though. I didn’t really expect him to laugh as well. More of a chuckle maybe? At least it was boosting his mood.

“You’re still funny at times, I love it when you make a science related joke that almost nobody gets. I sometimes get them though. You’re strong as well, it doesn’t matter if it’s with some tech or not. Remember that time you swung an entire giant drill with just a Bo stick? How is that not strong? What about all the battle shells, the turtle tank and all of the other tech you’ve made? You wouldn’t be able to without some creativity. I know you say you’re not like them but you are in your own special way. And I love that..I love you..”. I smiled at him, he had an expression on his face that was sort of hard to make out. I think it was a bit surprised, but somewhat happy? I gently and softly kissed him on his beak, right next to his mouth but not on it.

“I…love you as well…”. He mumbled it again. It was a hard thing for him to vocalize.

“please don’t ever think like that again. Now…do you wanna go back to cuddling? Maybe you can ramble as we do…”, I smiled at him and pressed my forehead against his.

“I’d..I’d like that..” He smiled back and hugged me, moving to grab his forgotten screwdriver.

“Want to hear some facts about uranium?”

~~~~~~~~~~~ The title is from Rat by Penelope Scott. I hope you liked this moon anonnie! Sorry it took so long! It’s been sitting in my school notebook for a while and has sort of become an inside joke from one line. Points to whoever guesses it. 💜🐢💜

(⌒▽⌒) Bai my mystic deers!!

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milequaritchsslut · 1 year

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Lost and found (part 2)

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍: 𝙽𝚎𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟻

That night Neytiri showed you where youd sleep. You watched as she jumped from branch to branch. Mesmerized by her swiftness and the sound of her beads clanking together as her soft locs swayed with the movements of her body. Maybe this could work you thought. Maybe you’d be able to keep up this lie you’ve told. Maybe Humans and Na’vi could live simultaneously. Maybe in another world you thought.

Everyone hoped for that but they all knew the truth. You couldn’t live in peace with the Na’vi not with all the things that have happened. Not with how your people have already taken parts of their land. You knew they’d never stop not until there was bloodshed. But that didn’t matter now what mattered was how you were going to get up these branches to see where you were going to sleep. You looked up to see She was gone. You jumped to grip onto the tree branch on top of you. As you hoisted yourself up you glanced down for just a moment to see just how high you were.

Oh boy were you high probably a few hundred feet. The trees in Pandora were nothing like the ones on earth. They lived for thousands of years and prospered in the pandorian land. As you hoisted yourself up you felt a grip on your tshirt. You looked up to find Neytiri pulling you up and putting you on her back. You didn’t say anything you knew she was frustrated with how small you were. You had no idea how you were going to live amongst them. How you’d hunt and gather with them. You had no idea.

She was strong for her young age you were the same age but so different. You felt her lightly slap your leg to signal you to hold them around her waist. As you did you realized how her waist was so much bigger compared to yours. You wrapped your limp legs around her tightly so you wouldn’t fall to your own demise. You tightened the grip of your wrapped arms around her to scared to slip off. As she jumped from branch to branch. You caught a whiff of her scent. It was amazing it smelled like the dee after a rainstorm on newly cut grass. You quietly inhaled it you loved it. You knew if she found out she would most likely throw you off her back to your death. So you kept it to yourself you wanted to compliment her but you didn’t want to annoy her even more.

After a few more branches she came to a stop. You looked up to see the hundreds of hammocks hung around the main tree.

“This is where we sleep” she kneeled down to let you get off of her.

As you got off you stared at the Na’vi women with their babies in their arms being held tight. It was simply beautiful. You never realized how much the Na’vi really were people. How they had families and weren’t just savages wanting to tear down the humans. They had souls they felt emotions not just anger but compassion and love. They had little ones of themselves running around. You almost wanted to be one of them they seemed so at peace with themselves unlike the humans on earth.

She started walking forward as you followed you could feel the eyes of the others on you. You were new to them and you couldn’t blame them. She pointed to a hammock next to hers as she layed down on her side. You layed on the one next to her facing her now.

“Sweet dreams?” You asked with a smile.

She just glared at you and quickly turned around cursing at you in her head. You turned on your back trying to get comfortable. You’d never slept in a hammock especially not outside. It was new but you were ok with that. You slowly closed your eyes with your hands behind your head. You took in the scent of the forest as you drifted to sleep.

You were woken by a shaking of your body. You quickly swatted away from the figure shaking you.

“wake up human” she spoke.

“Ugh” you mumbled under your breathe as you switched your position to the side.

“We need to train arise now!” She had a stern voice now.

“Mm” you slowly blinked your eyes trying to straighten your vision as you sat up.

You stretched your arms up and cracked your back as you yawned. You looked in front of you to see Neytiri crossing her arms as she waited for you. You quickly realized what was happening and felt embarrassed of your actions and quickly got up.

“S-sorry neytiri” you spoke under your breathe.

She just scoffed as you both walked out of your hammocks and walked down to the base of the tree. As you followed her around she led you into a hut made of pandora bark. It was pretty big you wondered if you were going to get supplies to hunt or something like that.

As she bent under the huts entrance as she entered “you will need the right clothes to live here. Your women have made special arrangements for your body type” she spoke as she pointed at a a loincloth set hung up.

“Oh thank you” you put your hands together as a thank you to the women who made it.

You slowly walked over to the clothing piece.

As you put your hand on the cloth you felt how hard and slick it was. You had always admired the Na’vis clothing. It was much different from human clothing. The Na’vi seemed so free to wear such little clothing and it was easier to maneuver in them. You moved your hands up and down the cloths as you admired the handy work in it. It was made just for your body and you couldn’t wait to try it on. you put your hands together as a thank you to the kind women who wove it for you overnight. You looked around to free not one changing room. You weren’t used to that.

“Uhm where should I change?”

“Here is fine human” she said

“Oh uh could you turn around?” You asked in embarrassment

She just scoffed as she turned around giving you privacy. As you took your clothes off you noticed how dirty your body really was there was dirt all over it your body was basically begging for a bathe. As you put the loincloth on your body you felt bare almost but you knew it was what was needed.

“Ok I’m done” you said as you walked towards her.

As she turned around to face you her eyes didn’t leave your body. They moved up and down your body as she took it all in. You noticed it it almost made you blush but she hated you you knew that it was probably just an accident you thought. “Uhm what is next?” You asked

She quickly looked up at your face with a dark blue expression on her face.

“Oh- Training you need to train if you want to live here” she said as she turned around signaling you to walk with her. You found yourself at another hut which seemed like the supplies hut. It had arrows everywhere stacked on top of eachother with hunting knifes in woven made bins. You watched as multiple Na’vi men came in and out taking as much as they needed. You watched as neytiri grabbed a few arrows and was making conversation with a few of the men. After what seemed like forever she finally came back to you as you were leaning on the back of the hut on the outside.

“Come human” she said

You followed her into the forest you felt strange being outside with hardly any clothing on. But it was also a feeling of freedom it felt nice too. You came to a patched down area with a few bullseyes put up. It was almost private since there were trees surrounding the whole area. With just a bit of sunlight coming down once in awhile.

“This is where we will practice from now on” she walked over to a wooden stand about a few meters away from the bullseyes. “Come stand here” she pointed in front of her.

You walked over sliding in front of her as she handed you the arrow. She came behind you almost touching you. She brought your arm up with hers positioning you in the right place to shoot. She was just a few inches taller than you since you were pretty tall for your age. She came close to your face you could almost feel her breathe on you. She put her hand on your waist to pull you closer. You tried your best not to look at her or make any sudden movements.

As she moved your arm out to pull the arrow to throw.

She was slow with her movements. Taking note of how each part of your small arms felt on her big hands. The way the smell of your body went to her nose very step closer she took to you. The way you were almost trembling under her. She almost enjoyed it if she really thought abt it. But you were still human and it didn’t matter what she felt it wasn’t right she was Na’vi. She quickly snapped out it and pulled your arm out.

She moved to your side to tell if your form was right. She noticed immediately how tense you were she came back behind you putting her hands on your shoulders in a long whisper

“You are tense human calm” she applied a bit of pressure to your shoulders to make sure you were comfortable. You slowly took a few deep breaths and let your shoulders loose.

She slowly moved her head to your shoulder parting her lips to speak.

“Now shoot” taking one more breathe in and shot out letting your breathe out.

Bullseye you blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. A bullseye on your first try. You put your arms down to turn around and see Neytiri's reaction. You were met with a Na’vi woman with her eyes wide and mouth open looking at the shot. She quickly looked down at you in disbelief. She couldn’t believe it was your first try and you made a bullseye. She felt a sense of pride almost with her help it wouldn’t have happened. A smile slowly came to her face as you made eye contact.

“Beginners luck I see human” she smirked as she went to pick up the arrows for another try.

You just rolled your eyes with a grin on your face you both knew she wanted to congratulate you but all she saw in you was a demon. Nothing but a demon. Your people had destroyed parts of their forest and have killed many of their people. She wanted almost nothing to do with you. But there was something in you she couldn’t quite touch a part that seemed almost loving a piece of you that maybe wasn’t so bad. But she couldn’t dwell on that she had responsibilities to take care of. She was the next tshaik she couldn’t be bothered with a human girl.

The rest of the day you kept perfecting your shooting skills with her. She taught you how to correctly position yourself and the way they made the arrows and where they got the materials from. It was fascinating to you the amount of detail that went into the making of just one arrow.

When it started getting dark you two decided to head back to home tree and help with dinner. She led you back to the hut to put away your supplies. On the way there you noticed she was mumbling to herself a lot you didn’t hear much of it since it was all in Na’vi you only knew a bit of Na’vi but not much to hold a conversation. You hoped they would teach you while you were here. You hadn’t thought much about home at the base you didn’t really like it there is was all congested and stuffy. When you had your breaks you would go outside and talk with the Na’vi at Grace’s school. They were such kind creatures they had hardly a bad bone in their body. You almost wanted to stay here and forget about the whole reason you even came to pandora you knew it wasn’t fair but you had a mission and you couldn’t defy orders now you were in way too deep.

As you put down your supplies you noticed Neytiri staring at you. She was probably just spacing out right? You thought I mean that was the best explanation right?.

She led you to a huge group of Na’vi who all gathered around a campfire eating and conversing. They all seemed so close to each other. It was nothing like that back on the base you harley even got recognized or even a simple hi from anyone. But when you did it was only for signing paperwork or someone needed simple information it was almost isolating working there you only talked to the reforms once in awhile but just for directions from the colonel.

“When Na’vi eat, we eat together” she stated as she grabbed a basket and went down the line to get the food she needed. You quickly followed since all this training made you hungry. There was a variety of food at the food line. You had never eaten this kind but you were open to trying it. As you got your plate you quickly looked around for Neytiri. She was sitting in the middle of the group but wasn’t talking to anyone. You quickly sat next to her and watched as she rolled her eyes. You could tell she wanted to be alone but you had nobody there and you weren’t gonna eat alone that would be weird.

“So what do you do for fun around here?” You knew it was a dumb question but there wasn’t much you two had in common so it was the best you could do for now.

“We race our ikrans or hunt” she picked up some meat and ripped off its skin to get the best taste. You watched since you had no idea how to eat this kind of meat.

“I just wanted to Thank you Neytiri for teaching me today it really helped” you meant it and you hoped she enjoyed it too.

“I did not have a choice do not thank me human” Annoyed she just left it at that waiting for you to shut up but you didn’t. You wanted to make some kind of relationship with her since you’d be with her for who knows how long.

After a long silence you finally decided to say something. “So when did you learn to shoot so good?” You switched your gaze to her side hoping that would push her to reply faster.

“My Father taught me when I was young, he taught me a lot of the things I know now” her tone changed into a lower deeper tone not too deep tho it was a meaningful tone almost like she was remembering back.

“Your father is the chief isn’t he? Do you see him often?” You waited for a reply it seemed like you might have pushed a button you shouldn’t have. She finally met your gaze as she started to speak

“Hm I see him just not as much as I desire to bu- why do you humans ask so many questions😒🙄”

You changed your gaze quickly looking down at your food. You didn’t realize you were kinda being nosy. But it wasn’t for no reason you hardly knew anything about this girl. The rest of the night you just watched as the others joked around and laughed you wished Neytiri was even just a little bit more open to seeing the good in you but you couldn’t decide that.

After dinner you two got up onto your hammocks you gave her a reassuring smile hoping to get one back but was just met with another rolling of the eyes like last night. But you were ok with that you believed you could change the way she sees you you knew you could. That night you just watched the stars looking up you felt at peace with the warm breeze brushing just the tip of your nose and inhaling the sweet scent of the forest. As you slowly closed your eyes you hoped tomorrow would be better.

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Hey guys uhm I actually really love this chapter I’ve been working on it I know it’s not a lot compared to a lot of other writers but I just naturally write short and I didn’t know what else to put but I’m very open to suggestions bc I feel a little lost! Lol but I’ll probably be posting this fic like weekly and if you wanna be tagged also lmk bc I will definitely add you to the list! But enjoy this cause I actually put detail into it 😭

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engineer-gunzelpunk · 1 year

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Unfit For Duty (CW: Coarse Language, Alcohol Use) (Red And Black Steam on Southern Metals)

This is the first of the stories set in my VR settings. It's set sometime in 1955.

The home shed for this particular X-Class Mikado X36 "Greyhound" (in this story, not real life), now known as "Gerald A. Dee" (the real locomotive X36 "Gerald A. Dee" is preserved today at Newport Railway Museum) was the North Melbourne Locomotive Depot, infamous for being dank, sooty and had enginemen fond of a drop. It was known as The Big Smoke and held at least 120 engines in its shed.

This is based on a real incident but this is fictionalized version thereof. The locomotive in the story was not specifically X36, but an unnamed X-Class that has since been scrapped, as dear "Gerald" is the only one left.

Unfit For Duty (Pissheads)

On a hot Saturday arvo, an X-class Mikado fast goods named engine named X36 Greyhound is bringing a goods train down the Sydenham line to North Melbourne. As Melbourne Yard is packed, the signal man bids the train to wait at the end of the arrival road at Spion Kop, a bit past South Kensington and approaching North Melbourne.

After a while, a road is allocated for her to be able to go into the busy Melbourne Yard. The signal man indicates to Greyhound that she is free to enter, but she does not move. The signal man is puzzled by the train’s seeming reluctance to move, so he flutters the signal up and down to see if the crew is responsive. Nothing.

Greyhound knows whats going on, so she gives a whistle in morse code...NO.

(The locos are given instruction in YES/NO/DANGER/HELP Morse code, but nothing more sophisticated than that.)

Again, after sometime, he tries to garner the crews attention, but meets the same response, NO.

Is this engine being willfully disobedient or is there something else at work?

As he cannot climb out of the box, he telephones the depot at The Big Smoke to get someone sent up there. Its not that far from North Melbourne, so the shed foreman trudges over up the line to Spion Kop to see what is actually happening.

She sees Greyhound a little bit behind the set of points that would take her onto the road, venting steam and looking somewhat put out.

“Are you playing silly buggers, young lady?” he addresses Greyhound, who just rolls her eyes. “The signalman has been trying to get you to move for ages...”

“Please, take a look in my cab, before you make assumptions, sir…” says Greyhound cryptically, trying not to sound cheeky.

The foreman grumbles to himself as he walks down the length of the locomotive and climbs into the cab.

What he sees is astonishing even for the tough nuts at the Big Smoke…

The driver and fireman have passed out, lying flopped about the cab like discarded dolls. Beer bottles are everywhere, some of which has spilled into the cab.

The foreman slaps himself in disbelief.

He goes to the front of the locomotive.

“Sorry, Grey… I had no idea… why didn’t you signal for help?”

“Because I don’t grass, sir…”, she said curtly.

“Grey, this is the kind of thing you should be whistling for help for… never mind, I will get a relief crew to get the train and take you home…”.

Greyhound just continues staring with a vague sense of annoyance.

Then the foreman realized… they had been giving her alcohol as well!

But being locomotive, it very likely affected them differently. So she was probably already hungover as it is, which would explain why she seemed in such a mood.

At any rate, everyone was sloppy and needed to be off the track.

Another locomotive comes in with an extra crew, who enter her cab with the drunken driver and fireman. Together they double head the train down to North Melbourne, decouple her and the other locomotive, then the other locomotive takes the goods down to the Yard… while Greyhound is shedded.

“Had a few girly? One too many?” snickered VR R-Class Hudson R707 Cerberus from his special berth, that he wheedled and manipulated into getting and no one could touch on the pain of some very severe reprisals.

Greyhound just glared and snarled at him.

#Red And Black Steam On Southern Metals AU

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marshmallowloves · 7 months

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don't have the time or energy to chug out halloween drawings so instead I thought of some Halloween stuff for my faves gkshg

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Nico: dresses as a generic anime catboy and kinda just hangs out in the living room the whole night

James: dresses as Phantom of the Opera (he uses a golden rose as a prop instead of a red one). He's also the one who opens the door for the trick or treaters

Ghirahim: original idea was a circus ringmaster (someone absolutely insults him about it and says that it fits a clown like him. probably Yuga). However at one point he decided to hide in the bushes in his true form, sitting still like a statue. Proceeded to scare the shit out of kids that walked by, making them drop their candy and bolt, and gave the haul to me afterwards

Midna: You'd think she'd dress sexy but she decided to use her magic to conjure up a perfect cosplay of Thanatos (Hades), giant scythe and all. Hypnos was extremely confused for a little bit

Maxie: suggested both Dexter (Dexter's Lab) and Saiki K to him. He didn't care for either of those ideas and chose to just sit and relax with a cup of hot cocoa. Throughout the evening I keep sneaking tinsel spiders onto him and see how long it takes until he notices

Sousuke: okay slight S/I lore - I planned to draw him as Len Kagamine once when I was like 16 because Len was also around my age (and I had a crush on him) but now that I'm older that would be weird. So Sousuke's going as Kaito now, except he's not as tall as Kaito and the scarf keeps dragging on the floor gkshfj

Pit: INSISTED on the inflatable t-rex costume. runs up and down the streets just having the time of his life. falls over and gets stuck at one point, Palutena laughs from her place in Skyworld for five minutes before finally helping him up with a beam of light. Everyone sees it happen but nobody believes it was real

Yoshimitsu: old-school/classic Mortal Kombat ninja. Regularly performs Friendships.

Fenris: sexy RPG priest/wizard (did not want to, had to be convinced, still hated it)

Sans: t-shirt that says "HALLOWEEN COSTUME" and he hangs out on the porch. People think he's a decorative skeleton but then he says "'sup" and accidentally startles them. Also uses his magic to gently move people out of Ghirahim's jumpscare radius, just to fuck with Ghirahim.

Markus: Put in some fangs and called it a day. He's on standby for when (not if) someone gets hurt (because he knows this house and some dumb shit will probably happen)

Sir Dan: wanted to be Death, so he got the cloak and the scythe. Literally had a "well one of us is gonna have to change" moment with Midna and lost. Ended up staying in his regular armor and absolutely selling it as a classic gallant knight. He may or may not have been the one to "slay the dragon" two blocks down (knocked Pit over in his t-rex suit)

Zen: werewolf (to unleash the beast/big bad wolf thing?)

Abe: does not understand the holiday but had a great time vibing with everyone...till kids started hounding him about his alien costume and he just kinda stayed inside after that fksjf

Link: Lynel (and he insisted on carrying around the Savage Crusher despite it being twice his size)

Kenshi: he heard the obvious suggestions for Daredevil and Keanu Reeves, but ultimately decided to slap on a wizard's hat and hang back doing special effects with Raiden (i.e. making the decor float and almost nailing Ghirahim in the head with one)

Linebeck: Insists on going as himself, because there's no way people wouldn't recognize him - if not for his excellent treasure-hunting escapades, then surely for his bravery during his travels with his Link! Except kids keep asking if he's Jack Sparrow or saying "yar har fiddle dee dee" and he immediately begins helping Ghirahim steal candy from people

Edgeworth: Didn't dress up, but instead is dreading the legal paperwork he'll have to deal with because between Raiden's lightning and Ghirahim's jumpscares, SOMEONE is going to have a heart attack and fucking die

Yuga: insisted he did not need a costume because he was already perfectly showstopping as is. got remarks from kids like "what are you supposed to be, lady?" and "oooh creepy clown guy." had to physically restrain him from turning them into sidewalk chalk

Raiden: Did not want to dress in a full costume, but let me put a wizard hat on him. He was content with providing special effects for extra spooky atmosphere (i.e. lightning that nearly took out Ghirahim). I got to wear his hat 👍🏻

Aizawa: Michelin man (it's his sleeping bag with arms and legs)

Elliott: Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid - he's never really gotten to dress up for Halloween and this is honestly perfectly fitting for him

Chrom: Risen, but like a King Risen. Costume looked terrifying but he couldn't put on a convincing scary act, so he ended up being "that nice zombie king who lives at the lightning house"

Takumi: suggested a sexy pineapple costume. was informed that I would lose fingers if I tried to put him in it. Got him to settle for Robin Hood but he wasn't thrilled about it gkshf

Master Kohga: Garo Master from Majora's Mask. Loved the aesthetic but the cloak kept getting caught on everything. Almost bodyslammed a kid once

Kabbu: the Green Bug Ranger, and you better not ask him who that is because you WILL be stuck there for 15 minutes while he nerds out and explains

Cortex: Generic devil costume with the cape/horns/tail, setting various booby traps just to fuck with the trick or treaters

N. Gin: hastily removing the booby traps that Cortex set behind his back so that we don't get sued

Orbulon: slapped on a witch's hat and called himself the "Nefarious Necromancer of the North." It was his costume last year but he just thought it was so dang great he had to do it again.

Robin: literally just did the sheet-with-eyeholes ghost. He's having a great time gkshfjg

Garry: also a vampire, but specifically how Kouri drew him once for Halloween.

Hypnos: Really vibed with the lazy cat thing Nico had going on, so he was also a cat boy. But he was less lazy and more like "y'know. like, ~nya~"

#this was fun still fkshfk #not tagging everyone tho #Brother Husbands au #halloween #my writing #sort of gjdhg

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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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CW: Insane ramblings of someone who absolutely knows very little of the lore of the Kirby franchise. Also, increasingly growing obsession of one particular character and almost ignoring everyone else.

Okay so like...

I've been liking some fan art and fanfiction about the Kirby franchise on Tumblr, specifically King Dedede, as of late and I decided to look up some canon lore.

Apparently King Dedede is a big softie that adores his Waddle Dee friends and is nothing more than a rival to Kirby??? I thought all of that was pure 100% fanon???? And the only times he's actually been truly evil was when he gets possessed???????

And how the FUCK does he constantly get possessed? You'd think King Dedede would make greater efforts to prevent any more future possessions. And why does he get possessed so often? Is he the only one that gets possessed or were\are there other characters that get possessed as well? Is King Dedede just a special victim? A personal favorite? A romantic/platonic crush????

At least Bowser was smart enough to not fall for the same tricks again, as shown in Mario and Luigi: Dream Team. (Whether or not Antasma actually planned on betraying Bowser is up for debate, but the point still stands).

Also, is King Dedede like... hella ripped? I remember seeing pictures of him with muscles and rock-hard abs in one of the games. He's mostly portrayed as a chonky boi - friend shaped, to be exact - but I think he's actually really strong? I imagine he would be considering that he wields a large hammer all the time.

Also, his theme song absolutely fucking SLAPS????? ESPECIALLY THE ONE FROM FORGOTTEN LAND???????? The theme song doesn't even match this dude's appearance. Like, imagine minding your own business, then suddenly you hear some epic boss music and prepare for whatever comes your way. The boss reveals himself and it's an adorable, chubby blue penguin holding a comical mallet.

Overall, 9/10, would hug (and probably smooch on the forehead)

#i have a lot to say about King Dedede #but also Meta Knight #like is Meta Knight a vampire?#And he apparently has a Spanish accent???#And he also sometimes carries a rose in his hand?#For someone who is literally a sphere Meta Knight's really trying to pull off the dark and brooding persona #king dedede #kirby #kirby nintendo #kirby franchise #my insane ramblings #obsession #hyper fixated #feel free to answer any questions or correct me

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

#bnha 313 #midoriya izuku #lady nagant #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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beholdthemem · 3 years

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Discovered a lot of Grunkle Stan dialogue works REALLY WELL with Vicky and I can't get over it.

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Vicky (Thoughtfully): I dunno... this seems like the sort of thing a responsible parent wouldn't want you doing... whelp, good thing Glam's not here!

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Cop(To Glam, during a parent-teacher night gone terribly wrong as Galina cowers behind him): Along with this woman's complaints, a routine check has revealed your wife has an extensive criminal record-

Vicky (Sighing in disgust): Here we go...

Cop(Growing nervous as something about Glam's smile seems more and more threatening): And we're... going to have to... to take her in....

Heavy(In disturbed fascination from behind Vicky): Mom, what did you DO?

Vicky (Out of the side of her mouth): What didn't I do?

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Vicky(A few hours before Glam and Ches are due to hold a reunion concert, handing Dee and Heavy a stack of papers): All right, I've got a job for you two! I printed out a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. I want you boys to go around the venue and slap one on anything that looks like a potential lawsuit.

Dee(Sighing deeply, already feeling a headache coming on): Mom, I KNOW you know that's not legal.

Vicky(Dismissively): When there's no cops around, anything's legal. Now go help support the family.

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Dee(To Ches, who he's come to for advice only because he's completely out of ideas and would rather die than ask either parent): ...and now he wants to fight me tomorrow after school.

Ches(Amused): Man, you really do make friends everywhere you go, don't you?

Dee(Ignoring him): And he challenged me in front of the whole class, so there was no way to handle this privately like I normally would-

Ches(Raising an eyebrow): Privately?

Dee(Waving a dismissive hand, too rattled to bother trying to be mysterious): You know. Hack into his shit and blackmail him so he either backs off or I ruin his life. Basic.

Ches(Vaguely aware that this probably shouldn't be funny, but amused nevertheless): Sure. Basic.

Dee(Burying his face in his hands): There was no way to back out without looking like a coward so I told him I'd be there.

Ches: ...okay?

Dee(Panic making him even more aggressive than usual): 'Okay'?? What's okay?! Nothing's okay! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! I can make his parents divorce, or change his grade and flunk him, but there's nothing I can do that'll take effect before tomorrow and I've got fucking- noodle arms!

Vicky(From the other room where she's heard every word, much to her son's horror): JUST HIT HIM OVER THE HEAD, IT'S NATURE'S SNOOZE BUTTON.

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Heavy(Glancing through the doorway of a bar owned by one of Vicky's friends) Hey, Mom? What was that codeword we're supposed to yell if we see a government vehicle?

Vicky (Thrown): Government-

[She looks out the door to confirm, then pulls Heavy inside, forces her way over to the stage where the band is setting up, and commandeers a microphone]

Vicky: ATTENTION EVERYONE-

Person she took the mic from(Disgruntled): You don't work here!

Vicky(Putting the complainer in a headlock): THE BAR IS NOW CLOSED. EVERYBODY OUT. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO USE THE HOSE ON THE ELDERLY.

#metal family #metalfamily #gravity falls

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ - ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

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The King wasted no time. After getting you back, he immediately scheduled the coronation, as he couldn't wait to call you his Queen. The Castle was in a frenzy, the sound little frog feet slapping against the marble floors echoed in every division. Seonghwa refused to have the coronation in the same room where he got married, he didn't want to re-live the awful moment when his wife got stolen from him... So the maids and butlers found new decorations, moved the paintings and transformed another one of the King's dark and cold rooms into a place worthy of a welcoming party.

"Let's do it in the throne room. Place her throne by my right." He had said.

The tradition was for the throne to be moved in front of everyone present, so they could witness the changes and their new reality first hand, but Seonghwa was a little tired of following tradition.

You and him stood in the middle of the throne room, with every single maid and butler running around frantically, trying to get everything done on time. You looked on proudly, enjoying the way it was all coming along.

The excess of red and black was gone, it was now balanced with white and gold, and with the new paintings and lights giving the room a new life it looked like a completely new place. The blinds behind the throne were finally opened, revealing the most beautiful stained glass images. There were four people, who you assumed were Seonghwa's family.

You reminisced the first time you had come to that room, panting and confused, standing in the dark, cold room being judged by the merciless man Seonghwa once was. The contrast was almost unbelievable, but you were glad you had gotten this far.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure and a chin on your shoulder.

"I'll have it replaced. First, just the two of us, and then, once we have our little prince, or princess," he paused, caressing your stomach, where you'd carry your future child "I'll have it replaced once more, with a full picture of our family."

He kissed your cheek and you smiled.

"But Seonghwa, are you sure you wanna take down the picture of your family?" You questioned, feeling honoured yet a little wrong, replacing the original King and Queen.

He stood straight, and his cheerful expression was immediately replaced by one of pain and confusion, remembering all of the memories alongside those people.

"Why not? They have given me nothing but a lifetime of suffering, you have given me nothing but happiness and a chance of redemption. You deserve to be up there, immortalized, as a part of the new Royal family."

"Thank you..."

That was all you could say, as there were no words that could possibly describe how you felt.

One of the maids stole you away from your husband for a second, so you could change from the dirty, ripped-up wedding dress for the new ceremony. She helped you switch to a princess-style dress, all in red silk. The revealing heart-shaped neckline was covered with black lace, that extended all the way to your hands and wrapped around your index finger.

"You look lovely, Miss." The maid said as she fixed your hair.

You thanked her with a small smile and headed towards the throne room. Usually, it would be packed with people, but due to the previous altercation, the only people attending the coronation would be the castle staff, aside from the knights who were assigned to protect the castle during the event.

You carefully sat on the throne, feeling Seonghwa's eyes (or... eye) inspecting you. He leaned over, so he could whisper in your ear.

"You look marvelous in red."

He sat back straight in his throne and smiled at your shy expression. A tall man soon entered the room holding two boxes. He opened one of the boxes and slowly (and carefully) placed the crown on the King's head. It was exaggerated, yet classy and sophisticated like Seonghwa. You could tell it had been specially done for him.

"We shall now begin the coronation of Miss Y/N." The man announced.

He opened the box in front of you, revealing the most beautiful, victorian crown. It was made up of white gold and adorned with the most beautiful red and white stones.

"I hereby declare, by the powers given to me by His majesty Park Seonghwa, the new Queen of Wonderland, Queen Y/N."

The man slowly placed the crown on your head, and it was a perfect fit. He stepped away so the painter could see your smiling faces, as he immortalized the moment on a canvas.

The castle staff smiled and cheered for you, their new Queen.

"Bring her!" The King shouted, and the whole room froze.

The thought on everyone's mind was 'Who's her'.

The heavy doors to the room opened, and a chained woman, dressed in a black cape with her white, disheveled hair showing stepped in, with the help of two guards.

"Unchain her."

The guards obeyed the King, and unchained the woman, who rotated her wrists with a sigh of contentment.

"Finally, what do I owe the honour, Sir?"

The crowd in front of you looked on, petrified. Who the fuck was she?

"Undo the room." Seonghwa commanded.

"Hm there have been some changes, I see." The woman said, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

She looked at you, with her bright purple eyes, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes, there have. Now please do as I asked."

"Very well Sir."

The woman removed her black cape, revealing a small, crooked young-looking woman. She lifted her hands in the air, creating a small green fog in her hands, that she aimed at all beings in the room. The people, who were previously humanoid frogs, were turned back into their original form. Tears of happiness formed in everyone's eyes and cries of thankfulness echoed in the room. One maid approached you and knelt by your feet.

"Thank you... Thank you so much!"

You recognized the voice, it was the maid that had thanked you the other day for staying with Seonghwa, and the one that usually helped you dress. You smiled and held her hands.

"No need to kneel around me Miss, thank you for your hard work."

She bowed to you as she walked back to cheer with her peers.

Seonghwa stood up and held out his hand for you to take, and so you followed.

"Iracebeth, follow us. You two," the King said, looking at the two guards who had brought the witch "make sure everyone is gathered at the town center by the time we arrive."

The guards nodded and immediately headed out. Seonghwa took your arm and started walking with you, headed to the town center, you guessed.

You looked behind you to look at the witch, that stared at you with a sinister expression.

"Are you sure it's safe to bring her along, won't she like... curse you? You know, for keeping her locked up?" You whispered.

"Oh, no that won't be an issue."

You tilted your head to the side.

"How come?"

Seonghwa blushed, embarrassed to recall what he had done.

"Well, I tricked her into falling in love with me so I could get her to cast a spell on herself that would only allow her to cast the spells I request her to. I then locked her in the dungeon because I didn't want to deal with her constant crying and blabbering about how I tricked her, that's probably why she's looking at you like..." He glanced over at the witch "... like that."

You hit his arm.

"Park Seonghwa!"

"Ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I regret doing it but if I undo it now it could have severe consequences, not only for me but for you too. And we can't have that."

You sighed and nodded. It's true that it was cruel, but you didn't want any consequences headed your way, you'd had enough.

You stopped in front of a black and gold carriage, the one that would take you into town. Seonghwa helped you get on and then sat beside you. The witch rode in front of you, her creepy smile and envious eyes staring into your soul the whole ride. Seonghwa held your hand tightly, also feeling uneasy by her presence.

"We're here, Sir."

Seonghwa took a deep breath. You could tell he was nervous, as all of the people from the Kingdom looked at the carriage, expectantly. You kissed his cheek and held his hand tighter.

"It will be okay." You assured him.

Seonghwa smiled softly and exited the carriage, alongside you and the witch. The expressions of the people once they saw the witch were the same as back in the castle, and they braced for the worst.

The King said nothing, he only turned to the witch and said 'do it'.

Once more, she cast the spell, that supposedly returned them to what they once were, but it didn't go as planned. Some people returned to their original state, but the ones who had turned from animals to humans, not so much... Some had the luck of being completely turned back to who they were, others were left hybrids, mixes of animals and humans. You found Cheshire, still as a human, happily playing with his ears and tail, and Haiga, the Hare, jumping about with his hare feet about the return of his long ears. It didn't take much for those two to be happy. There was a mix of emotions among the crowd, however, some people that had married into families who were previously human, were happy they got some of their old life back and they would still be able to maintain their relationship, others were sad (and mad) that they would never be able to return to whom they once were.

"What happened!?" Seonghwa whisper-yelled to the witch.

"The curse has been cast for far too long, I wasn't able to undo it completely." She explained, ashamed of her own skills.

"People, I apologize," as soon as he spoke those words the commotion calmed down, and everyone seemed shocked. The King? Apologizing? "it seems the curse has gone on for too long and is irreversible in some cases. I ask that whoever has been affected attends the castle tomorrow so I can offer a proper compensation for all of the damages caused, that would be all."

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Birthday Cake

A/N: Suprise folks!!! *me laughing maniacally* The whole scenery for this fic somehow appeared in my head and I just COULDN’T let it slip away, so... My biggest inspo for that was @drawlfoy!! Remember her posting the fic where Draco and Reader work at McDonald’s and are total suckers in their job (arguing with the customers; preparing wrong orders; etc.)? Dee unfortunately, deleted this precious, but it’s stuck to my head ever since (lol lol, it’s the moment where Dee wants to get rid of something, but I kindly remind everyone it existed). Therefore I present to you the next Draco x Reader fic related to our fav fast-food rest. This time, however, they’re not working at the same workplace but... I'm going to stop here cuz I don't want to spoiler :P

**The second thing that triggered me to write this fic is the YouTube video I recently saw with a lady who orders the 'specials' appearing to be out of the menu list of McDonald’s, through the Drive-Through. She asked for a birthday cake, was laughed at a few times, but eventually got what she wanted. Applause for the attitude!!

About the fic (context, my bitches): ofc it’s the modern AU, non-magical world. Draco’s the worst boyfriend ever but always manages to turn things into their righteous place.

Summary: The birthday is upcoming, and Draco is in a rush to think up an idea for a perfect gift. His ingenuity fails, however, and leaves Y/N very unsatisfied with a disaster that has been forged.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: my brain playing a total psycho, language, alcohol, sexual undertones/allusions to sex, Pansy being too much of her self... deal...

Tags: @drawlfoy @eltanin-malfoy

Such an unrestrained desire to strangle somebody you hadn't felt in a long time.

Really.

Today was your birthday, which you had been widely announcing for almost a whole month to people you might have accidentally forgotten about it. Having your boyfriend, Draco, on your mind in particular.

You doubted he would have the guts to omit your big day, though as repeatedly as he had done for a few years back. But something between foresight and the second sense of prevention told you to keep reminding him every day of the upcoming event, with a heap of birthday-themed emojis and uppercases in the messages.

Everything was planned out in your head: him picking you up from your house with the sharp-red cabriolet that he used only for special occasions; him driving the two of you to the fanciest restaurant he could find in town; him bestowing you with a nice-looking, golden necklace or a different piece of jewelry you had been suggestively pointing out in the store's exhibition; him booking up a hotel room for you two to celebrate.

Either way, that was much beyond your expectations, as it turned out. And now you were sitting in the front yard of your house, waiting for him to show up.

'If he was going to at all.' This thought invaded your mind for the last hour, try as might to subdue it. An hour you had been sitting tight, hoping it was only a delay caused by a traffic jam or other irrational explanation he could come up with. But you were deceiving yourself, you eventually presumed -- you had been checking up your phone every one minute, only to see if any message notification popped up on the screen, other than birthday wishes from friends who actually cared for you.

2.02pm: Nothing.

2.03pm: Susan 'Happy birthday bitch!'

2.04pm: Instagram notif. (Someone liked your photo, which you had posted before leaving your room, posing in front of the mirror in the best cocktail dress you could find in the wardrobe.)

2.05pm: Nothing yet again.

2.06pm: Still... Peace and quiet.

"Fuck it...Enough," you muttered under your breath, an annoying disillusionment falling like a heavy mile stone on your chest. Tears suddenly started sprinkling in your eyes at the regret, and you were very reluctant to admit that your friends were right -- Draco Malfoy was an egoistic, negligent, self-absorbed pri--

"Hi." You heard the raspy, panting voice says. "Sorry for the delay."

You blinked slowly, stupidly. You raised your head to assure yourself it was him. That his expression actually corresponded to his words and showed some kind of remorse for standing you up. But no... There he was: standing in front of you, plainly confident and unashamed, with his cocky smirk provoking you to slap him.

Oh, how much you craved to slap him right now. "Where to the fuck have you been?"

"I've tried to pick this up," he explained, simultaneously lifting up the paper bag he'd been carrying in his hand. The big, exclaiming letters 'McDonald's' with the brand's logo were printed on its exterior, and it was fully stuffed with something inside.

Not quite comprehending, you furrowed. You attempted to hide the venom in your voice, but somehow it found its way to leak out. "Couldn't you do that in advance?"

"Nope..." It was his turn to furrow, looking almost shocked with the question. And thanks to all those years of your relationship, you knew it was his piss-poor estimation of time taking over. "It was a last-minute surprise."

"Sounds like it," you commented irritably. "What's that?"

"Your birthday present, sunshine," he drawled happily, ignoring your remark. He sounded positively delighted and satisfied with himself at surprising you with that because he saw a slight crease of shock painting on your forehead. "Here you go."

You took his deposit out of his grasp, still quite unsure. What if his gift would only make a situation worse? Can it get any worse with Draco's total lack of tact? Yes. But it was only one way to find out.

Without even stealing a second glance at him, you ripped off all of the packaging that had been folded around, protecting the contents. You tried to do it carefully and without any impact of emotions revealing the way you felt inside, but your hands were shaking with rage, and you couldn't quite contain yourself. You had been highly aware you shouldn't have expected much from him, but still...

You wondered if the universe was playing against you.

There was a moment of tense silence as you struggled to deal with all the wrappings. Rather unfortunately, you wished you hadn't put so much effort in opening your so-called 'gift' because as you finally did, it only angered you more, seeing as the disappointment laughs at your face. And yes, as a matter of fact, the universe was against you today...

"Are you kidding me?" you asked in disbelief, fury reappearing in your eyes. "A birthday cake?! From McDonald's?" Ugly, little cake with the creepiest smiley face of a clown. It wasn't even fresh, you realized, when you smelled it and felt a musty reek of a freezer, it probably had been kept in. A confusing sense of sadness in your chest couldn't reach any higher at this point.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, detecting the wrath in your eyes. At that, you felt the dumbest urge to laugh and never stop. "I thought it'd be something original."

"Oh, I love it," you said sarcastically, a faint voice of hope telling you it was only a very bad joke was still lingering in your head. But it wasn't a joke.

"It's not just--" He struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I've been asking Blaise and Theo about any ideas. I told them, what you had said to me -- 'you didn't want anything fancy.' So we decided it's... something."

"Of course I didn't tell you I want anything, you dolt!" Your voice raised up almost two octaves, and the pulse sped up so fast it entailed a headache along. A neighbor from the opposite garden who was watering the flowers looked at you, startled, and eyes widened your exasperated tone. You didn’t care. "It's how it works: you don't tell other people you expect them to buy something!"

"But I'm your boyfriend. You shouldn't -- er-- feel uncomfortable to tell..."

"Exactly! As my boyfriend, you should have known!"

"Well... I didn't. If that's what's bothering you, we can...we can..."

"Stop." Listening to him and his pathetic excuses was the last thing you were going to do now. "What – why would you even – " You sputtered out, unable to process or express exactly what you were feeling. There was definitely anger and indignation. Curiosity, for another, as to why Draco would even fall for such foolish and ill-considered idea, and -- to the top of it -- hope it would make a good fit. And possibly, the last and most satisfying part, was the wicked impulse to throw the cake directly into his arrogant face, letting him taste his own medicine he had been serving you for years on each failed birthday.

"You know, for once, you could pay more effort and try doing something nice for me," you told him firmly, deflating to calm down your buzzing nerves.

"I've been tr--"

"Do you realize how much it costs me to pretend to be happy when you forget about me? Last year, I organized a big-ass party for your birthday, inviting over all of your friends and buying the best booze I could find to celebrate it properly," you said harshly and pretentiously, as you intended. "The best part is, you didn't even thank me." You stared at him, wringing your hands and expecting to perceive any trope of shame in his eyes. For the first time, you actually did.

"Listen, about that--" he calmly attempted to cut off your monologue.

"No, you listen..." Did you really want what was upcoming next? Maybe it was about time. "Today, I decided I'm standing up for myself. So, for the last time, get out from my porch."

He bristled, the thunderstruck air hanging around him. "Because of the stupid cake?"

"What?! No! It's just... I feel like you don't give a damn about me anymore." Gulp formed in your throat, and the tears finally left your eyes at the consciousness of what was happening. "I think we both deserve some time."

Your eyes moved to his, and you almost wished you hadn't looked. He was watching you, with pursed lips and a pure mixture of every emotion: anger, sadness, resentment, pretension, dejection. The faintest of his flustered blushes appeared on his cheeks, and you suddenly wished you could hug him. "So you are putting us..." His finger pointed at him and you as if expecting clarification. "...on a break? Is that what it is?"

You were truly torn, to be honest. Becoming single on your birthday was the last wish you had for this day, but you felt a strong sense of adequacy and pride for building up the boundaries of tolerance. Besides, seeing as it was heading nowhere, it was only a matter of time that your relationship came to an end.

Although, it hurt. A lot. "Yes."

You darted your eyes from him, not wanting to study his reaction in case it caused you to meltdown and jump to his embrace, apologizing endlessly for your words. You loved him. But you didn't regret what you had just said.

Something like a dry chuckle of disbelief escaped out of his mouth. "Is that what you really want?"

'No,' your thoughts prompted you instantly before you could even contemplate. 'I want you to say so many things you're never willing to say. But you don't know.'

So instead, you lied: "Yes."

All expressed, you spun around without peeking back and rushed into your room, already knowing there was no more sense in strives to make this day any better; all of it would bring only bad associations. It would be depressing, even more than it already was.

God, was it how the break-up pained? Because if so, you wanted to be deceased. The world spun suddenly, and you sank to your knees, shaking madly and doing your best to find your way back to your bed, located a few mere meters from you. Part of you felt numb, but your head was wide awake and alarming you that something in terms of a disaster had just happened. Because it did. The clutching in your chest was unbearable, and tears were dashing out of your eyes like a living waterfall, which made you bury your face in your hands. Never have you ever wanted to be so drunk before.

And so many questions rung up in your head at once.

Did you make a good decision? What if you are going to miss him, yet knowing you could never call? What about college -- are things about to get awkward?

No answers.

But you knew someone who would be able to reply to them.

With the blurred by tears vision, you struggled but managed to find your phone in the purse, and then clumsily scrolled through and tapped in your list of contacts before holding the phone to your ear.

Please answer, you begged. Please, please…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Pansy's voice roared from the other side of a line, as always, enthusiastic.

"Pansy." You tried to sound less brokenly than you were, feeling marginally worse at the reminder of your birthday. "Is Daphne around?"

"Ouch, you're a really nasty bitch sometimes, you know. I'm not goin' to point out today, but since you didn't let me end my wishes, I'll note that for the future reference." You were sure she was grinning at the teasing, seeing as much as she liked that. Normally, you wouldn't mind, but... "How--"

"Pansy, please..." you sobbed out, almost desperate to have someone to consult and share emotions with. Daphne -- contrary to Pansy, who could be very judgy sometimes -- was someone you had especially on mind now. "I need to talk to her."

You heard her sigh; the kind of sigh she used to either prove her resignation or concern. But, as much as it surprised you, she suppressed her curiosity and, without a second word, obediently handed the phone over to Daphne. At least, that's what you assumed because you heard a pause and subdued mutters in the background.

"Y/N?" the milder tone spoke up, and you felt suddenly very strange as if submerged in water of relief; relief to hear the familiar voice. That released you from keeping a distant attitude, and yet again, a sadness washed over you, triggering a loud wail to come out of your mouth. "Y/N, is everything alright?"

"No..." you sniveled, unable to collect yourself together. "I-I... We br-brok-e up."

"You and Draco?" Daphne asked, astonishment evident.

You nodded but then remembered she couldn't see you nor read your expression. So instead, you forced your vocal cords to work again. "Mhm..."

"What happened?"

Restoring the story in your brain again, you told her everything, still tearfully but much more coherently this time. You avoided the details, briefly skipping from one utterance to another, as your conversations had gone, and you were very much thankful she didn't press for more information about the prospect of the situation. If it hadn't been her sporadic gasps or loud inhales of breath, you would have almost presumed she wasn't listening. However, she was, and as soon turned out, Pansy was as well.

"That's bananas!" Pansy shouted somewhere from the back as you had ended, and despite your gloom, you giggled quietly at her comment.

"Shush," Daphne tried to silence her, covering up the fact she had put you on the speaker. You didn't mind because you knew Pansy, who would definitely expect Daphne to cite the whole conversation if needed. But knowing Daphne as well, you could bet she flushed more than she would want to at that point. "So it all started because of the cake?"

"And the delay," you added. "But it's not just about that, obviously. It feels like... he completely stopped caring. And I don't want to be stuck in a relationship where everything is about sex and having fun only. Draco wasn't looking for a commitment, which..."

"Sucks,"ended this time Pansy unhesitatingly, who wasn't now screaming from the other part of a room but openly participating in the discussion.

"Yeah," you agreed.

"As for me, I think he might love you more than you know, Y/N." It was Daphne talking again, and she sounded positively convinced about her view as for someone who had hardly exchanged any word with Draco for the past few years. As if reading your thoughts, she continued. "I've observed you a lot. I know he might seem unemotional, but it's you who discovered him. That must require a lot of trust, you know."

You contemplated, and some of the memories and images from your first encounter run across your brain, try as might to suppress it: spotting each other at the party; binging some whisky shots together; flirty teasing; the very masculine scent of cologne; and then... more spicy recollections -- eager lips pressing against each other; against each others' necks; against other parts of the body; stripping off the clothes in the passionate haste...

Receiving a long moment of silence, Daphne took a second chance and asked. "And what's with you? Do you want to end it?"

It felt like standing before the oracle of truth. Therefore, you couldn't deny it in front of yourself. "No."

"So what're you still doing there?" commented Pansy impatiently, and you could imagine her rolling the eyes. "Get out and find him!"

She was right. You will.

XOXOXOXO

"I thought I'd find you here..."

No. Actually, you didn't.

You had tracked Draco's phone with your own one with some help of an app that, as the two of you had established still in the relationship, would be a good idea in case of an emergency. That in itself proved to be more than helpful, believing that your argument may be pinned as something in terms of an emergency, right?

So having access to his location, you had found out he was in the park where he had taken you on the first date, shortly after dinner, to watch the sunset that, as he had described, 'was a typical cliche from every romantic movie.'

But you had fallen for that. So much.

You hadn't been aware the place had actually some meaning for him until now, and that... God, that he had even remembered it. Time showed, however, that it indeed did, to which your heart reacted with a happy jolting. But also with a nasty sting of nostalgia following shortly after.

Yet, that only had encouraged you to make up your mind and go looking for him, which hadn't been such a difficult task per se. He was sitting on the bench, in the shade of a tree, and hiding his a little too delicate skin from the sun rays. As soon as he had heard your voice, his gray eyes flew up to see you standing a few meters away.

"What are you doing here?" was the immediate question that tumbled out of his mouth. He arched his eyebrow, and to your surprise, he didn't even look angry or sad with you. Nothing near the edge; actually, almost something like the amusement was painting on his face.

"Aren't you mad with me?" you asked intrigued, completely forgetting about his question.

He frowned. "Why would I be?" His tone was so mild that you weren't sure if he was referring to the double meaning; but then he smirked playfully and said, "Besides, I knew you were coming."

"Wha-- How?" you asked, eyes dilating a fraction, in shock.

He smirked, pointing at his phone in an explanatory manner. After a moment, you finally figured out what he meant: the app must have registered he had been tracked and that your phone was trying to find his. At this notice, you reacted with a wave of flush, suddenly regretting your previous lie. His smile only widened at your expression. "Wanna sit? It's plenty of room here."

"Mhm..." You nodded, pleased to accept his offer, and walked over to the bench, doing your best to hide the evident embarrassment on your face. You felt strange he had taken you with such ease, seeing as merely two or three hours ago, you had burst at him like a cram-full volcano of unspoken emotions.

Draco shifted a package from his side, making more space for you to sit, and it took you a moment to realize it was a McDonald's cake from earlier. Everything started from that -- a stupid, little piece of cake which stood up between...

You shook the thought away, taking a seat next to him, close enough to smell his sandalwood cologne. "You didn't answer my question," Draco reminded you. "What's so important to make you track my phone?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" You rounded your face to him, flustrated, leaning at the backrest of a bench. "That's why I came. I wanted to apologize."

"Oh... Couldn't you call?"

You sighed. "I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me after...you know... our quarrel," you said half-despondent, half-desperate, watching your feet as if it were the most interesting thing to peer at now. "I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"I know," he said. Out of nowhere, he was gently grasping your palms which forced you to look up directly into his intense gaze. His eyes were swirling like molten silver at you. "But I should be apologizing, love. I made a mistake, okay?" His hands traveled all across to your tense shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "I know I should be more... affectionate with you. And this was...dumb. A dumb mistake. With that cake. But I'll try to be better if you give it another shot."

He looked so serious that you instantly believed him. You wanted to actually, with all force of longing, which grew up too rapidly in you when he wasn't around. Draco was a fool, you could easily say. But he was your fool, which was a thing you couldn't be more proud of.

Peeking slowly in the other direction, you asked, out of the topic, "You remembered the place?"

"Of course," he puffed jokingly, smiling. "Our first date. Officially our place from then on."

"Right..." You smiled back.

Honestly, the mere fact that he had called this spot 'yours' warmed up your heart, and you felt yourself grinning at his never-before-discovered emotionality. To assure yourself you weren't the only one caring, it was all you needed to hear.

The whole moment was intense, and now, you realized, is when you should have hugged him. Kissed him. Said something back at his sincere endearment.

But instead, spotting plastic cutlery next to your 'gift', you asked, "So what's the taste of the birthday cake?"

And you knew he had caught the subtext of your playful inquiry. And you knew that soon you would work things out again. But, as for now...

"I thought you would never ask."

XOXOXOXO

A/N: Looooooool. Such a drama-comedy, right? And I could easily say It feels like 50% Draco-x-Reader / 50% Draco-x-BirthdayCake... But whatever (2am is working like a drunken bud, folks). Happy beginning of August :)

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 03

(Masterpost)(Previous Episode)

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

Wei Wuxian demonstrates the purple nurple technique of the Jiang Clan

Should’ve Used Trivago

The Jiang Clan’s reservation got cancelled while they were on the road, so they are going to wander around this small inn for hours being fussed about it, rather than trying another inn. Yes they say the other inns are all full but…so is this one, now.

The Jin Clan sends an advance party to fancy up the inn for them.

Fuckboi Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian decides to use his considerable powers of prettiness to get them a room. He drops some poetry on Mianmian and brazenly flirts with her before shifting to properly introducing himself and asking for a room.

This actually works.

...until her boss shows up.

(Much much more after the cut!)

Worst Person // Best Jin

Jin ZIxuan is an ass and a snob.

I guess we have to give him credit for having a beautiful sidekick and never hitting on her, given that his dad is a rapist and one of his half-brothers is (reputedly) a sex pest and the other half brother is (definitely) an incest perp. But I feel like it doesn’t take much to be the best Jin of his or his father’s generation.

The Jin folks are snobs and talk about how great their fancy and expensive stuff is. It’s an interesting contrast with true connoisseur Nie Huaisang, who loves everything that is fine and beautiful and can quote stacks of poetry off the top of his head, but is not even a little bit of a snob.

This Tea Smells Like Farts

Ok, let’s talk about generation names in the Jin clan. Ru is the name for Jin Ling’s generation, hence his courtesy name Rulan. The name for the current generation is apparently Zi (子), because both Zixuan and his jerk cousin Zixun have that as their name. Sect Leader Jin Guangshan would seem to be using the generation name Guang, but then names his son Jin Guangyao so…the whole system breaks down.

Anyway, my point here is that even considering generation names, if I had a baby and named it Zixuan, and my sister-in-law promptly had a baby and named it Zixun, I would slap her.

Find you a lover who does not make you feel like this

Jin Zixuan is mildly intrigued by his betrothed, and expresses it by being rude to her in front of Wei Wuxian, starting a chain of events that will culminate with Wen Ning’s fist going all the way through Jin Zixuan’s chest.

Side Note: Look at these young Jiang Brothers and their casual shoulder hugs. Sigh.

Wei Wuxian’s Combat PlayBook

When Wei Wuxian wants to throw down, he starts with smack talk, moves along to boundary crossing, then to direct threats, and then brings out a weapon if he hasn’t won already.

Here he starts shit with Jin Zixuan by complaining at him for taking up too much space and having too many sycophants. Then he goes for the unwelcome shoulder touch.

Having been sufficiently provocative to get someone to draw a sword and threaten him with physical violence, he shifts to formal verbal sparring.

This gets the other guy to back down, because even at this age no-one actually wants to tangle with Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian gets to claim the moral advantage, although he still doesn’t get to keep his hotel room.

Actually Not A Fan of My Sister’s Betrothal

Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli have the first of many, many moments of heterosexual ineptitude together. Wei Wuxian quickly rescues them.

Hi, I’m Young Master Cockblock.

Neither of the boys understands what Yanli sees in Zixuan and neither do I, at this juncture. He does improve later after multiple beatings from Wei Wuxian.

This Is The Day Your Life Will Surely Change

Yanli’s encounter in the Inn is the first step toward the inexorable end of the three of them as a unit, although it’s still a long ways off. They are all growing up and she and Wei Wuxian are both going to fall in love at summer camp, like in a 1980s teen movie but without the virginity betting (presumably).

Meanwhile poor Jiang Cheng is going to be swept along just trying to keep up with events, which becomes the story of his life for the next two decades.

Welcome to Transylvania

We meet Wen Ruohan. He is boring and he sucks. Also I’m summarizing the Transylvania parts out of order because they break up the rhythm of the story. And are boring and suck.

We meet Xue Yang. He seems nice.

Wen Ruohan’s living room is like a shitty nightclub where everyone is too drunk to dance except Xue Yang.

Dee Jay: Undead undead undead, Bela Lugosi’s dead

[OP can’t get a video to embed in this post with looping enabled, so the alternate version of this joke has its own post right here. That will teach OP to get fancy.]

Anyhoo

We meet Wen Qing. She is the bestest most wonderful girl in the world but this isn’t actually when we find that out.

Right now we just find out that she is absurdly pretty, that she loves her brother deeply, and that she is helping Wen Ruohan with his “take over the world by murdering cultivators” project. OKAY, PROBLEMATIC, BUT SHE IS THE BESTEST GIRL OKAY?

Gatekeeping

The Jiang Clan don’t get another inn but they do manage to change into immaculate white robes while they’re out on the street, so - nice work, Jiang Clan. Be free!

They get stuck outside the gate because they don’t know that the secret to getting into Cloud Recesses is to set the gate guard on fire.

Walking Thirst Trap Hanguang-Jun

Lan Wangji shows up and everyone except Yanli, who is already in love with Sir Golden Pants, makes thirst faces at him. Including Jiang Cheng tho he will never admit it. One girl in the background is actually biting her knuckle.

Note: Lan Wangji knows exactly how fine he is. Look at his fucking hairstyle.

He is sixteen years old. The only person in the entire cultivation world with fancier hair is Nie Mingjue, and that’s because he indulges his dìdi’s braiding hobby.

Wei Wuxian loudly stage whispers that LWJ is their key to getting in and LWJ is is like, not fucking likely, person I didn’t glance at yet.

But then Wei Wuxian says a smart cultivator thing about the puppet dude, and Lan Wangji turns around and has the first of many long mutual staring sessions with this boy he totally isn’t going to like at all.

Jiang Cheng has a bad feeling about the future: a 2-frame gif

Unrelated gardening note: the red-crack puppet is more commonly grown in Gusu and Dafan, while the black-line puppet is native to Yiling

I Must Arrange a Date with this Uninteresting Boy

The rest of the evening is a series of tests that Lan Wangji puts Wei Wuxian through. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know this and Lan Wangji probably doesn’t exactly know it either.

First he sends WWX back to town to get the invitation. Yes, go get it. Not your entourage; YOU, talky person who thinks he can manipulate me and is smart and looks...intriguing. Go find it and come back.

When Wei Wuxian complains, Lan Wangji silences him, which is literally the most boss move he could have used on smooth talking Wei Wuxian.

You tried, Fuckboi.

Would you like to try some more because I think I would like you to try some more

Jiang Cheng is the Better Baby Brother

Sorry, he just is. Wei Wuxian is all about being taken care of and adoring Yanli without actually doing much for her. Jiang Cheng is the one who thinks about her feelings and giving her what she needs, even to the point of arranging that wedding rehearsal dinner so she can be with her favorite brother again -- the favorite who isn’t him, much as she also loves him.

Date Test 1: Can You Get In.

Once Wei Wuxian is definitely gone, Lan Wangji shows up again and collects the entire retinue, guaranteeing that Wei Wuxian will be stranded outside the gate when he gets back. LWJ doesn’t wait by the gate; he goes and waits up on the roof instead of going to bed or whatever else he’s supposed to be doing. Because he already knows the route Wei Wuxian will be taking.

Wei Wuxian passes the “get in through the wards” test with no problem besides a minor headache and bent fingers.

Is that Xiao Zhan’s hand or did they use a double-jointed hand model?

Date Test 2: Fight Me (Lan Wangji’s Combat Playbook)

As soon as Wei Wuxian shows up on the roof, Lan Wangji picks a fight with him.

LWJ fights all the time; he’s perfectly comfortable when he’s fighting and it’s a good venue for him to express himself. His style is graceful and aggressive.

Attack attack attack strike a pose, vogue, you know it.

He starts by going all in on swordplay, but that doesn’t gain him the advantage; Wei Wuxian fends him off without ever drawing his sword. Which is probably the hottest thing that has ever happened to Lan Wangji in his young life.

Do you like me better when I’m horizontal?

Next Lan Wangji deploys the pettiness by breaking WWX’s wine. Then when Wei Wuxian starts insulting him he upgrades to next level pettiness by dropping another silence spell, this time with the added bonus of preventing WWX from drinking.

Wei Wuxian’s Combat Playbook, Redux

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is running his own fight routine, starting with a charm attack, which doesn’t work at all.

Are you admiring the moon?

He keeps trying to de-escalate for the first phase of their fight, until they reach a pause and he reflects that Lan Wangji has real skills. As soon as he makes that determination he goes on the offensive - with words.

He very formally says he’s too busy to continue fighting, and turns away, which is a pretty solid roast when you say it to someone who’s been trying really hard to kick your ass. Then he continues defending easily until Lan Wangji uses the wine against him.

At this point the gloves come off, with Lan Wangji lecturing Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian making ad hominem attacks, Lan Wangji forcibly shutting him up...

...and then throwing him on the floor in front of Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen.

Sincere Grief for the Death of our Colleague

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen feel really bad for their disciple who has been horribly turned into an undead creature. Ha ha j/k

Date Test 3: Face the Authorities

Lan Wangji gets to pick Wei Wuxian’s punishment. This probably won’t awaken anything in him.

Surprise surprise, Wei Wuxian actually passes the Authority test with flying colors. Lan Qiren doesn’t like him, but listens respectfully to his thoughts about the undead cultivator. And Lan Xichen clearly does like him.

When Wei Wuxian learns that Lan Wangji was nice to his sister, his entire demeanor changes, to such an enormous degree that Lan Wangji starts to run away.

He’s not going to let this boy (who has passed all the tests oh no he passed all the tests) make out with him in front of his family like he is obviously planning.

But once again, Wei Wuxian’s cultivation knowledge captures Lan Wangji’s attention and breaks through his reserve.

This Hardy Boys moment is the beginning of their cultivation partnership.

Lan Wangji is brave but is extremely constrained: by the authorities in his life and by his own rigid reserve. Wei Wuxian is brave and is also free. His companionship gives Lan Wangji an opportunity to engage with a much broader range of the things that interest him than he’s ever had before.

After Wei Wuxian has been sent to bed, Lan Wangji stands outside and -- just as WWX had suggested at the beginning of their date/fight -- admires the moon, with an expression that’s anything but upset.

Sure, sex is cool (probably), but have you ever analyzed a walking corpse with a beautiful boy in the moonlight?

If you’ve got your true honey Life can be pretty funny If you've got money, money to burn Rooty toot toot for the moon It's the biggest star I've ever seen

The Fine-as-Hell Brothers

Alone together, Lans Xichen and Wangji talk over the various things on their minds.

Xichen: What the fuck is up with you? ...Rooftop fights and dropping spells on boys?

Wangji: You and uncle were ignoring me so I was making my own fun

Xichen: Yeah, we are dealing with this zombie situation; shit’s going to hit the fan

Wangji: what are you going to do about it?

Xichen: fuck-all

Wangji: Well, you can rely on me

Xichen: I totally do. So how about you get to know this Wei kid, he seems like a fun ride.

Wangji: *death glare*

Xichen: You know, since Dad died you’ve become even more uptight. I wonder if I’ve been too strict with you?

Wangji: Um, you think? 3000 fucking rules, dude. Fortunately I’m not going to go off the rails and fall in love with my polar opposite and cause havoc in the cultivation world or anything like that.

Xichen: good, me neither

Outtro

Writing prompt: Lan Xichen’s secret nightly letter to his Mom’s memory or spirit (your choice), in which he confides in her about his day. May be written in flute solo form.

(As always if you use this prompt feel free to post a link to your fic in comments!)

Soundtrack: 1. This Is The Day by The The 2. Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus 3. Rooty Toot Toot for the Moon, Greg Brown version 4. Madonna, Vogue

Bonus: FineAsHell-Jun

Episode 04 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

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the-karma-cafe · 4 years

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drunk!reader x obey me

a/n: i said, yknow what ? i am gonna simp for every goddamn character in this game. so naturally my hand slipped n i wrote mindless stuff for all of them. sorry for the weird jumping around - i wanted to get to as many characters as i could

My head slowly nodded above the counter, the alcohol taking hold of my body. I hummed, gulping down the last of my drink.

I felt something touch my hair and I looked over, squinting at the person beside me. “Asmo?” I asked.

“Aww, looks like someone can’t hold their drink, hm?” Asmodeus cooed, twirling a strand of my hair around his slender finger.

I mustered up a small smile. “You got me.” I lifted up my head to look around at everyone else. They sat at different places in the room, but all mingled happily in varying degrees of intoxication.

I went to prop up my head with my hand, missing the first time. “You’re all so pretty. I dunno how I function most of the time.”

Asmo blinked, watching me carefully. “Who do you think is the prettiest?”

I gave a short laugh. “I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that one.”

“Whaat~! If not me then who!” He whined loudly, attracting the attention of a couple of the others.

I felt an arm come to a rest on my head none too gently. My head stumbled from its perch on my hand and I glared up at the offending demon. Mammon grinned down at me, “Figures you’d get drunk first, MC.”

I fingered his tie before abruptly pulling him down to my eye level. “Wanna say that to my face?”

Bright red filled his cheeks, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again. “Uh,” he started smartly.

Asmodeus clapped gleefully. “Ooh~ They’re sexy when they’re drunk. We should do this more often.”

I ignored him, releasing Mammon from my hold and ruffling his hair instead. So soft... “I’m teasing. ‘Course I’d be the first to go off the deep end.” I giggled softly.

His blush only increased. He cleared his throat, backing away from me. “Right, heh, I knew that. As if you could intimidate the great Mammon anyway.” He scoffed, looking away to take a deep swig of his drink.

Barbatos appeared in front of us from behind the bar. He smiled kindly. “Looks like I’ll be cutting you off for the night.” He swiped my glass from me to go clean it.

“Wha~!” I whined at him, making grabby motions for my glass. “That’s not fair, everyone else gets theirs!”

“You’re starting to sound like Levi.” Belphie yawned, taking my hand lightly. His thumb smoothed slow circles over the back, calming me slightly.

I smiled up at him wordlessly, a little dazed, squeezing his hand back.

Levi frowned in response, muttering something like, “I don’t sound like that,” but was ignored.

Barbatos turned back around, cleaning the glass with a rag. “I’m afraid that’s just the way it is! Diavolo’s orders.”

I smiled shyly, walking my fingers across the counter towards him. “Any way I could convince you?”

Mammon did a spit-take and Barbatos’s eyes widened. An amused smile teased his lips. He gently grasped my hand, pulling it up to his face. He brushed a kiss across my knuckles, winking. “Maybe another time, MC.”

Mammon shouted nonsense in the background. Pink dusted across my features. “Oho, I see you, Barb~” I fluttered my fingers at him.

He straightened up and nodded politely, returning to the sink behind him.

A spoon poked my cheek. I frowned, glancing to my side. Asmodeus was gone and had been replaced by Beelzebub. A bowl of steaming soup sat in front of him. He looked at me expectantly.

I sniffed it. It smelled heavenly. I took the spoon into my mouth, greedily drinking its contents. Beel smiled approvingly. Mammon almost burst a blood vessel behind us, being held back by Asmodeus. “What is that?” I asked, intrigued.

He took another sip. “Soup. Barbatos said the stuff in it helps prevent hangovers. Figured you’d need some.”

“Awww~” I leaned closer. “You take such good care of me, Beel. What would I do without you?”

His eyes glanced from his soup to my eyes to my lips. “Um,” he muttered. “Probably be hungry.”

I smiled fondly, tapping his nose lightly. “You’re adorable.”

A light blush rose in his cheeks. “Oh.. thank you. You… look tasty?”

It was my turn to blush. I knew he didn’t register that remark as anything other than food-related but I couldn’t stop the thoughts from snaking into my mind. I smirked, my gaze dropping to his lips. “Wanna find out?”

His eyes widened and his lips parted to say something, but he was interrupted by a rather loud slap. I whirled around, or tried, to see Satan hitting Mammon upside the head. “Be quiet, what’s all the fuss about?”

I giggled, drawing his attention. His gaze softened. “Ah, I see. And here you said you were going to control yourself tonight.”

I pushed up from my seat, wobbling slightly. His hands jumped to steady me. I smiled gratefully, bringing my arms up to rest on his shoulders. “You’re so sweet, Satan~” I chuckled. “Pfft, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

The faintest blush decorated his cheeks, his hands finding my waist. “I can’t imagine why.” He teased, cracking a smile.

I squealed, bringing my hands forward to cup his cheeks. “You’re so cute!! Gah, I can’t take it.” His blush darkened a bit, his head slightly leaning into my touch. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nope! Can’t take that much cuteness at once. Sorry~”

I felt him rumble with laughter. “I can’t really take offense to that.”

He glanced up to see Lucifer marching over, a particularly murderous look on his face. Satan’s smile curled into an impish grin. He pulled me close without warning, earning a small yelp from me. My hands flew from his face to behind him, grasping at the back of his neck for stability. My eyes snapped open to stare up at him. My face turned redder than it already was. “Well I know I didn’t just get a hug for no reason.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching curiously as his eyes slightly lulled close at the touch. “What’s the occasion?”

He smirked, “Guess.”

I turned in his grasp to see Lucifer walking towards us. I smiled toothily, waving at the stronger demon. “Hey-o, Lucy~”

Lucifer paused in his tracks, staring at me incredulously. Mammon burst out laughing. “Lucy! Hah, that’s rich!” Levi and Asmodeus shared in his laughter. A couple of the others hid grins of their own.

Satan squeezed me lightly. “Cute.” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I shivered, involuntarily leaning towards his warmth.

Lucifer resumed his angry stride. I squinted, barely seeing an outline of purple around him. He approached Satan and cleared his throat. Apparently, he didn’t have an idea for what to do when he actually got here. Satan smirked. “What, you want ‘em?”

He nodded. “Clearly you all cannot be trusted with them.” He grabbed my arm, twirling me into his chest. I thudded against him, my hands feeling at his chest in wonder. Is Lucy just rock? Are all demons made of rock? Is Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson a demon? No way, he’s too pure for that… or is he……… “I will take them back to their room.”

I snapped from my thoughts at that. “No!” I protested, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna stay!”

Lucifer peered down at me, thinly-veiled concern clouding his gaze. “You must be tired?” He asked.

I shook my head wildly, pinning him with a pleading look. His expression and grasp on me softened further as I ran my hands up his chest. “No! Super awake. Please let me stay. Pleeeaaase~?” I wheedled, hoping puppy-dog eyes worked on him.

Lucifer held my gaze for a beat, his eyes tracing my features worriedly, before sighing in acquiescence. I hopped up happily, kissing him on the cheek and wrapping him up in a hug. “Thank you, Lucy~” I cooed into his ear, feeling him shudder a bit beneath me. He patted my back mechanically and I pulled away, my eyes settling on Diavolo a bit behind Lucifer.

“Deee-ah-vo-lo~” I grinned, skipping up to him.

His eyes sparkled with interest as he considered me. “Yes, MC? You’re enjoying your time here this evening, I take it?”

I nodded brightly “Of course I am.” I paused, biting my lip. “I wish I got to see you more often, Dee.”

He blinked. “Dee?” He echoed.

My hands flew to my mouth. “Oh no! I’m sorry, Diavolo is such a mouthful I’ve taken to just referring to you as ‘Dee’ in my head. I’m so sorry!”

Diavolo chuckled goodnaturedly. “That’s fine, MC. It’s a cute nickname.”

“For a cute demon.” I winked.

He nodded, playing along. “Precisely.”

“What, he gets a cute nickname but I don’t?” Levi muttered behind me, just loud enough for me to hear, although I doubted that was intentional. I turned and advanced on him. He blinked in surprise, slightly red at the attention. “Oops, did I say that out loud?”

I nodded, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Yep! But worry not! You already have a cute nickname, Levi-chan.” I affectionately tacked on the honorific. This pacified him slightly.

“That does sound cuter.” He nodded approvingly.

I held up a hand. “Of course it does!” Levi’s eyes brightened as he slapped my hand in a high-five. His following fist pump of victory launched him into a spiel about his newest animated obsession.

Solomon and Simeon approached, polite smiles decorating their handsome features. I nearly swooned. “Hello, MC.” Simeon greeted, his eyes dancing mirthfully over my current state.

I nodded weakly. “You guys are very pretty.”

Solomon’s eyebrows raised at that. “Not the greeting I expected, but,” he smoothed his features over, “not unwelcome~” he teased.

Simeon chuckled. “Aren’t you charming. It’s taking a lot to resist inviting you up to my room tonight~”

My face glowed red. “O-Oh, holy shit you are way too attractive for me to know how to respond to that coolly.”

He barked a laugh. “You’ll always be cool to me, MC.”

“Thank you!”

Mammon broke free of Asmo’s grasp and interrupted the conversation, circling me in his arms. “No touchin’! Grrr!” He growled at the non-demons.

I tugged at Mammon’s tie again, making him squeak a bit. He bent over my shoulder. “What’d I do this time!” I turned my head to face him.

And promptly pressed a kiss to his lips.

My stomach somersaulted, either from the alcohol or the kiss. Some whoops could be heard around us, mostly from Simeon and Diavolo. Mammon sprang into action, bringing me closer to him, his hands finding my waist. I played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him hum happily in response.

A hand pulled Mammon from me. Lucifer frowned at him disapprovingly. Mammon’s expression was downright giddy. “I got a kiss.” He boasted proudly, puffing out his chest. “None o’ y’all can say that, heh!”

Satan spoke up from his seat on the couch next to us. “Well I definitely won’t be bested by you.” He seized my wrist and pulled me down into his lap.

“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise. One of his slender fingers guided my chin up towards his face.

His eyes glittered as he looked down at me. “Can I kiss you, MC?” I nodded eagerly. He poorly hid his victorious smirk and caught my lips with his. I melted in his embrace, shifting on him to card my fingers through his hair.

Mammon shrieked in dismay beside us.

Thin but strong arms pried me off of Satan. I sighed at the loss. “What was that for~” I whined, “put me back.” I made grabby hands at Satan. He was blushing! He smiled, waggling his fingers at me.

My attacker whirled me around, almost making me nauseous. Asmodeus faced me, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t tell me you think Satan is the prettiest of all of us. I mean, c’mon, MC! Look at me!” He gestured at himself confidently. “I bet you want a kiss from me, too, huh?”

I shrugged. “I’ll kiss anyone here.”

His eyes widened at this. “Really?”

“Have you seen the people here? Is that rhetorical?”

“Point taken!” He laughed. “Free MC kisses!” He shouted to the group, earning some head-turns. Mammon sulked in the corner, growing mushrooms.

Asmodeus cupped my face sweetly. “Aww, you look so cute with your face all red like this.” His face neared and he pressed our lips together. Immediately he tried to deepen the kiss, a welcome outcome for me, but was pushed aside. “Hey I wasn’t done~!” He complained.

Before me was Beel. He held up another spoonful of soup. “Less kissing, more eating.”

I grinned. “If I take another bite will you kiss me?” I spoke mostly just to tease him. Mostly.

He blinked, growing pink again. “Oh… alright.” He fed me another spoonful, his lips following the hot soup soon after. I hummed into him. Delicious. I tugged at his jacket, desperate for more. He indulged me, but kept the soup level in his hand behind me. His tongue slipped into my mouth curiously and I gasped, pulling away from him when I remembered the people watching. He frowned at the loss, licking his lips. “I was right. You are tasty.”

I laughed. “Pretty sure that’s just the soup, but thanks.”

“That’s enough.” A gruff voice spoke up. I felt my world spin as I was swept into someone’s arms. Lucifer held me bridal style. “This ridiculous game ends now. I am putting MC to bed.”

Some boos resounded throughout the room and I giggled, waving to no one in particular. “I’ll kiss you later~!” I reassured everyone. I earned whoops in response and grinned widely.

Lucifer scoffed and swept me from the room.

It was much quieter outside and I felt the fatigue of the night start to set in. I yawned, readjusting in his arms. My eyes fluttered closed. “You don’t mind, do ya, Luce?”

He glanced down at me fondly. “Of course not.” He whispered so softly I barely caught it.

I smiled in response. “Yer just a big softie. Y’ain’t slick.”

His chest grew a bit rigid against me. “I am not.. a ‘softie.’”

“Mhm.”

Lucifer frowned at that. He nudged open the door to my room and cast me on the bed unceremoniously. “Oof!” I looked up at him through lidded eyes. “That could’ve been sweeter.”

He grinned condescendingly. “I did say I wasn’t a softie.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mere ya big softie.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him down to my level. He made a small noise of surprise in his throat, his gaze catching mine. I grinned impishly. “Aw, I’ve got you right where I want you. Now what’re you gonna do?”

A low growl bubbled up from his chest. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed atop me in one swift movement. I gasped. His face was even closer to mine now, a confident smirk twisting his lips. “I should be the one saying that.”

My eyes dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you now?”

He chuckled. “You’ve been doing a lot of that tonight, are you sure you can handle more?”

I scoffed. “It’s a kiss not sex I think I’ll be oka-“

He cut me off with a searing kiss and I sighed into his mouth happily. I could fall asleep like this. Another wave of fatigue washed over me. Oh… I am going to fall asleep like this.

As if reading my mind, Lucifer parted from me. “I’ll have someone bring you something in the morning for your hangover.” My eyes slid shut and I hummed noncommittally. I felt his soft lips touch my forehead and I smiled, snuggling into my sheets.

“Goodnight, MC.”

a/n: can you tell who my favorites are dskfh

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peachywander · 2 years

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su and eene for the fandom ask? <3

Steven Universe

The first character I first fell in love with: Pearl, ngl but at first I found the show's artstyle a lil odd, and Pearl was the one that appealed to me the most. And when I saw the movie, Spinel! Pink rubberhose quirky villain was an instant fave 💕

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Amethyst!! At first I wasn't really keen on her, but after some more episodes she became my fave quickly!!

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I honestly like all characters in this show, so none.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Pre-Wanted Lars. I mean I know he was a jerk but it was justified, he had low self esteem and just wanted to be liked by others :'((

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: None, like I said, I still love everyone equally <3

The character I would totally smooch: Probably Steven, he deserves hugs and kisses after what he had been through :(

The character I’d want to be like: Probably Garnet, she's awesome,,

The character I’d slap: Sometimes Ronaldo like shut up /j

A pairing that I love: Steven x Connie, Ruby x Sapphire, I also really loved Amethyst x Peridot back in the day but now I just don't feel the same 😔😔

A pairing that I despise: Steven x any gem, Jasper x Lapis

EEnE

The first character I first fell in love with: Double Dee I think, idk, I first saw this show when I was like 4 or 5?? So I don't remember but most likely the Eds anyway!

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Rolf, like omg he's too freaking funny and his insults?? my personal fave was when he called Kebin a stale piece of white bread :))) and idk his cheerful and awkward personality is also a plus. I also really like May Kanker, she was at her best in that one Valentine's episode imo.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Marie Kanker. It's not that I don't like her, I do like her but not as much as the other fans?? Listen she has a great design but good golly is she a jerk-

The character I love that everyone else hates: Jimmy!! I understand that he might come off as whiny and not as innocent as he seems to others, but I feel that he's a really interesting character that isn't reduced to a single trait (aka the weak one that isn't able to stand for himself). Plus his design is super cute <3

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: None tbh

The character I would totally smooch: Nah

The character I’d want to be like: Probably Nazz, like she's really nice to everyone and gives me "cool big sis" vibes.

The character I’d slap: Eddy's brother, there is no other option.

A pairing that I love: oH Double Dee x Eddy is super cute and it's obvious that Eddy has something for him. I also really like Rolf x Kevin and Eddy x Kevin.

A pairing that I despise: Jimmy x Sarah, yeah she might be super protective of him but I honestly can't see them more than just friends, their friendship is so wholesome <3

#ask #tyvm!!#long post

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characcoon · 3 years

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The Way of Business

Words: 2143

Summary: How Donnie first met Charles.

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"I'm trying my best to not question, but… "Cat claws, be sure they fell naturally" and he wrote the last word with capital bold letters." Donnie pokes the shopping list with his finger "And my favorite, "Coffee beans (digested)", which, by other terms, means coffee that has been shat."

"Keep not questioning." April says, hands on her pockets "It's witchy, magic stuff. We already went through this, Dee. Sometimes it doesn't make sense and that's fine."

"I'm aware. But it's not everyday you have poop coffee on your grocery list. What's he even going to do with these?"

"I don't think that anything Barry does should be our business."

April and Donnie walk around a busy street in the shopping district of the Hidden City, trying to identify the things on Draxum's list only by looking at the shops and vending stands, since the old sheep Yokai didn't think of writing where exactly to find the stuff.

"Maybe it's a cake." Donnie mumbles, stopping by a counter and quickly examining some items "Mikey's been teaching him some more recipies, he might be returning the favor by making Yokai food."

"Pooped coffee cat claws cake! Yummy." April gags, then points at a jar filled with sparkly deep blue glitter labelled mermaid bone powder "I think we need that one."

They continue shopping for another 20 minutes until they reach a part of the district that is definitely more shady and quiet. Sales are made among whispers and the shops have much less products on display, everything of importance stocked in the back.

As April intimidates a merchant to lower the price of the cat claws, Donnie spots something familiar in a corner and curiously turns around to look. It's one of Big Mama's guards, but not just any guard; it's that specific one that seems to be on a higher rank, that was at the scene when the spider Yokai first took the Shredder to make him her champion. Donnie hums, watching as the guard dives between two stores and vanishes into another street.

"Got it for half the price." April comes to him, smiling proudly and shaking a tiny bottle filled with cat claws, then notices Donnie isn't paying attention "Earth to Donnie?"

"Wanna put some noses where they don't belong?" He sends her a trickster smile, bumping his fingers together.

"That depends, are you going to explode the whole street again?"

"Scoff!" the turtle scoffs "I saw one of Big Mama's guards going that way."

"And we need to go after them because…"

"Because it's her personal guard. The personal, stealthy, silent guard. The guard she sends to kill people without leaving a trace. The guard that probably has a cool name that makes people shiver in fear upon hearing it. The guard I just saw going that way."

April puffs her cheeks and blows out air in sections, a thoughtful expression on her face. Then she sighs, puts the bottle on Donnie's hand and starts walking.

"Alright, let's seek trouble, why not."

Donnie silently celebrates and dashes across the street, April right on his tail, following the same path of the guard. They go between the stores and find themselves in a smaller street with much less stores that are much more shady, to the point of being just holes between the brick walls. They reach the end of the street, turn to the only side available into another short road that hits a dead end. The guard is on that far end, with their back to the two curious teens who are slowly and quietly getting closer by using the little things around that can be used as barricades.

“We could make business faster if you tell me what you want straight up, I don’t do well with riddles.”

Donnie peaks behind a depression in the wall he and April are hiding in and notices a big trashcan shoved inside the wall with some christmas lights dangling from the sides and some mechanisms bending the lid and forming a roof. The guard is in front of whoever’s speaking, neither Donnie or April can see who.

“Or you could send the Great Milf here personally! Would love to catch up with her, if you know what I mean.”

Donnie gags in silence.

“She wants the Barnacle.” the guard speaks, voice muffled and distorted.

“The Barnacle! Wow! And why would I have that, exactly?”

“You were seen with it, at the docks. Took the package from Captain Piel.”

“Stupid lump of rotten flesh ratted me out, huh.” the other mumbles and sighs “Alright, I’ll get it, gimme a minute.”

April and Donnie glance at each as they hear ruffling and some crashing, the immovable form of the guard giving no indication of noticing the eavesdropping happening behind them.

“Is she gonna pay me at least?” the guard doesn’t answer “Y’know, in my land we have this saying. Quem cala consente. It means “silence means yes”, so I’m expecting some good cash unless you say words. No? Nothing? Talking to a door is funnier than talking to you.”

“The Barnacle, Charles.”

With a flicker of their wrist, a kunai appears between the fingers of the guard. Donnie instinctively moves his arm to his back, near his staff, and April gets into a better position to either fight or run.

“Is that handle made of Calligraphy Stone?” the merchant, possibly named Charles, speaks with excitement “Oh, damn, how much do you want for that?”

“Not for sale.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’s Calligraphy Stone!”

“Not for sale.”

“You’re boring. Y’know that? Boring. Wanna know what’s for sale? The Barnacle inside this box, this pretty doormat I made this morning and this GUN!”

A loud bang can be heard and the guard violently flies backwards, a blast of light illuminating the whole street. The guard smacks hard on the floor, smoke coming out of their chest, unmoving. Charles can now be seen; it’s a raccoon, very short, doesn’t go past Donnie’s knees. His tail is pink and orange, he wears duffle bags strapped to both sides of his hips, metal bracelets taking both his entire forearms and a gray sleeveless hoodie. On his face, big steampunk goggles and a wide, manic grin. On his hands, a gun definitely made out of garbage and nonsense, reminiscent of a grenade launcher, bigger than his whole body.

“I lied! The gun is not for sale!” he laughs and points the gun to the guard again “Now scram before I blast you into pieces!”

April notices the guard starting to move first, but doesn’t have time to warn everyone; they’re up and running in a second, blade slicing where Charles’ standing. The raccoon hops above the slash, smacks the guard in the head with the gun and drops it, then dashes towards the exit, but takes a sharp turn and bumps into the two teens. Before any of them can make any noise, he removes a disk from one of his bags, puts it on the floor and clicks. A translucent green wall blinks for a second before going orange. Donnie opens his mouth to speak, but the raccoon turns and shushes him so hard he even forgets what he was going to say. April goes equally quiet.

The guard finds his footing again after the blow and walks a few quick steps to the exit of the road, stopping right in front of the hideout of the other three. Charles silently clicks on his bracelets and long, sharp claws form as gauntlets on his hands and he gets into position, fur standing up, body tense and ready. Donnie’s breath gets caught on his throat when the guard swiftly turns their head and locks eyes with him, even knowing that the disk on the ground is some sort of cloaking tech making them all invisible.

The guard stands down, turns to the end of the road and walks back to the trashcan. They’re after the Barnacle, after all. Before they can reach it, however, the raccoon takes a small switch from his pocket and clicks on a button. The lid of the trashcan slaps close with a car alarm noise and the entire thing, wall included, poofs out of existence.

The road, not a dead end anymore, extends back to the one Donnie and April were previously on. Passersby and merchants turn to look at the wall that vanished and the guard just standing there, hand stretched to grasp nothing. Their stance slowly becomes neutral and it takes another minute for them to go away as a blur of movement.

Only then Charles snorts, so sudden and loud that Donnie jumps away from him.

“Idiot.” he continues laughing, disengaging his gauntlets and the cloaking device.

“That was so cool!” April speaks up “You played them so hard!”

“Yeah, I-” his ears go up and he flinches, remembering there were other people there too. “GUN!”

He turns around with two properly sized guns on each hand, pointing one to each of them. Donnie shows his hands and April smiles.

“You’re a human.” he shakes a gun at April “The hell you doing down here?”

“Shopping.”

“And the mecha-frog?”

“Frog?!” Donnie makes an offended expression and scoffs “Frog!”

“Are you a pokemon, only speaks your own name?”

“Wh- no! I’m a turtle!”

“Be nice, Dee. This dude’s super cool. And has a gun pointed at your face.”

“You should listen to the lady, Dee.”

“My name is Donnie.”

“Okay, Donnie Dee.” Charles opens his hands and his guns turn into liquid metal that surround his arms and turn back into being bracelets “I gotta go now. See ya around.”

He pulls the same switch he used to make the wall disappear and opens a side panel.

“Wait, you sell stuff, don’t you?” April takes Draxum’s list from Donnie “Do you have crystallized coral?”

“I do, yeah. But the shop’s all the way up to the surface now, so you should finish everything you have to do down here first. Y’know, time efficiency.”

“We are done here, right?” Donnie asks and analyzes the list “If you have the coral, digested coffee beans and petrified wood. Did we get the owl feathers?”

“We did.” April answers.

“Then.” he turns to the raccoon “Do you have those other three items?”

“100%.” Charles smiles “Hold onto me and we can warp there, pronto.”

Charles extends one hand to them and they grab one finger each, April making a squeaky noise. He clicks on his switch and they all teleport away.

Donnie recognizes the street they appear on, it’s not too far from the Lair. The trashcan store shoved into the wall is there, creating another dead end that he’s sure didn’t exist before. Charles rushes to it, opens the lid and jumps inside, sighing in relief.

“Alright, let’s get to business. Coral, wood, coffee. Talking about coffee, would you like some to drink? I always have one jar ready.”

“It’s not digested, right?” Donnie makes a face.

“No, it’s black coffee. From the store. Completely normal, I assure you.”

Donnie asks for a cup and the raccoon serves him, then asks which street they’re on. The turtle answers, gets a thanks and watches as the small merchant goes around opening drawers and boxes.

“What’s the Barnacle?” Donnie asks “And why would Big Mama want it?”

“It’s an invisible creature.” Charles answers, putting one big box with crystal coral by the counter “A plague. Sticks to the boats and sucks out life force to grow bigger. When a ghost ship is found and they can’t find out why everyone’s dead, they blame the Barnacle. 80% of the time they’re right.” another box, with petrified wood balls “And I think you can guess why Big Mama wants it. The damn thing might have a preference for boats, but it can stick to any wood structure.”

And finally, a bag of digested coffee beans.

“Pick as many of these as you need.” he points to the coral and wood “Only have this bag of coffee for sale. Stupid spider shut down more of my contacts.”

“You two seem to have some history” April starts to collect some wood balls.

“Oh, dear, if only you knew.” the raccoon laughs “You gotta keep a hold of the competition. It’s how business go.”

After taking the necessary quantity and paying, they say their farewells. Charles slides two business cards to them before they leave.

Quinquilharias, the card says, with a resume of the services and products in the back of it. Donnie hums as he reads it, considering returning more times soon, since it’s so close to the Lair and he’s the most charismatic merchant he’s ever met. And his coffee is decent enough.

And of course, he would be lying if he says he’s not curious about what’s his deal with Big Mama.

#The Tiny Trash Uncle #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt self insert #rottmnt oc #rottmnt april #april o'neil #rottmnt donnie #rise of tmnt #2k words #fanfic #writing #char writes

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Secret States Chapter 24

It’s a Bad Idea

2 Month Timeskip because why not, I can’t write enough filler chapters for this period

America POV

I hated my work sometimes. Especially this.

Tracking down people from the Capital Attack was incredibly frustrating, and even though it was June, five months after the attack we were still trying to track down people. We had already arrested over four hundred people and the number was still climbing.

Why did so many of my people choose to believe that the election had been stolen? It hadn’t, and their attempts at fixing a non existent problem had just created more problems for me.

Not to mention everything going on with the states being revealed to the countries. Thankfully things had been relatively calm, with the states really only interacting with some of my closer allies and family. Although Pennsylvania still had yet to meet Germany, a fact she was not letting me forget.

It was like her state seal all over again.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the door to my office being shoved open, quite violently, as it swung around and hit the wall.

“Oh no my wall.” I deadpanned. That wall had been through a lot over the decades, as none of the states seemed to understand how to open a door without sending it flying into that wall.

“Sorry Dad.” Micronesia said, walking into my office.

“What did you need?” I asked. Micronesia smiled.

“We have a meeting tomorrow.”

“Oh fun, we finally have a schedule again.” I said. We hadn’t had a scheduled meeting in a while, as confusion from the reveal of the states left some people, like me, not wanting to interact with other countries in a situation where we have to pretend like we can stand being near each other.

I hated it. Honestly one of the best things about my states being revealed was this break in meetings, as I now only had to interact with countries when I wanted to. Or when they started banging on my door demanding something or other.

Guess that was over now.

“Yeah, although it’s probably not going to be the same schedule we used back in 2019 before everything went to shit.” Micronesia said. I snorted. He wasn’t wrong about that. A schedule would bring back some form of normalcy, although how much normalcy you could get from a group of eight hundred odd countries, states, territories, tribes, unions, organizations, and other sorts of governmental bodies that had been given human form with a flag, seal or symbol slapped on their face was up to debate.

“When is it?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. Remember you’re sending the states.” Micronesia said. I paused, putting down the arrest warrant I was reading.

“I’m not? That!s literally one of the worst ideas I think I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.” I asked, looking at Micronesia in confusion. Micronesia sighed.

“You promised like three weeks ago.” He said. Suddenly I remembered. Oh no. Why did I do that?

“Me from three weeks ago is an idiot and was emotionally fragile. I am now less emotionally fragile and say we aren't doing that.” I said, hoping I could strike down this horrible idea. It would be funny, but I was not going to deal with the international consequences of letting my states meet the countries unsupervised.

“See Dad, we’re not listening to you because everyone is already onboard.” Micronesia said.

“Shit. Can I convince you not to?” I asked. Micronesia shook his head.

“No. Everyone’s too dedicated. Hell, even Choctaw Nation is coming, but that’s just cause he’s taking the imminent chaos in which nothing will get done to hang out with Ireland. Plus Ari says that Navajo Nation and Hopi Nation might come so that can thank Ireland for his people’s support.” Micronesia said. Damnit. I’m not going to be able to stop them now.

“This is going to end incredibly badly, you know that, right?” I said. Micronesia nodded.

“Trust me Dad, we are all aware of that. That’s why most of us support this plan. Besides, Guam and Dee made us, and by us I mean that nations that are your children, promise to help keep them under control. As much as we can. Hell, even Afghanistan offered to help us babysit, and she’s dealing with so much of her own bullshit.” Micronesia said.

I winced at the reminder of the Taliban offensive that had started after I pulled my troops out a month ago in May. I hope everything turned out alright, as my government was not eager for me to help my daughter, as they were tired of this twenty year old war.

“We should at least give the countries a warning.” I pointed out. Micronesia pouted.

“But that’s less fun. Dad I’ve picked up on your trait of loving to fuck with other countries please let’s not give them a warning.” Micronesia argued. I sighed.

Do I want to give the other countries a warning so they aren’t mad at me, or do I want to not give them a warning to fuck with them?

Being me I picked the former.

“Alright guess we aren’t telling anyone then.” Micronesia smiled.

“This is going to be so funny. I’m going to see if I can get Brit-Grandpa to bring his brothers.” Micronesia said.

“You’re trying to increase the risk of someone dying, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’d say it was to kill Spain, because he's certainly less of an asshole than his dad and his other hellspawn, so I’m good with just some friendly chaos.” Micronesia said.

“Well you say friendly chaos now, I say definite murder later.” I argued. Micronesia nodded.

“Probably. But this’ll be beneficial in the long run.” Micronesia said, clapping his hands together. I stared at my sons like he had lost his mind, which I was starting to think he had.

“How the fuck could this possibly be beneficial in any way?” I questioned incredulously.

“People stop asking you if they can meet the states.” Micronesia said. He did raise a good point there.

“Because they will have met them or because they realized they are absolutely insane?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“Why not both?” Micronesia said with a shrug.

“Oh my god this is such a fucking stupid idea why are we doing this.”

#secret states by weird #weird’s wattpad stories #countryhumans america #countryhumans #countryhumans micronesia #rip America’s wall

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18. Bad Habits

Series: Fullmetal Alchemist ( Brotherhood ) Word count: 1, 387 Warning: Alcohol mention

Kijo cursed herself as her curiosity once again carried her into a situation she probably should have been trying to avoid.

But she couldn’t help it; bad habits were hard to break, so she found herself seated at the bar, the scent of cigarettes and whiskey burning at her nose. There were a few patrons sitting around, including the two men she’d followed, but she didn’t spot who she thought she would. Perhaps it was for the best; it probably wasn’t wise to associate herself with another homunculi, even one deemed a traitor.

Yet… Man, could he be bothered to actually staff that bar? Kijo wasn’t sure who she should ask for a drink – she glanced about, hoping to find an obvious employee, but she couldn’t differentiate between the drunk customers and the ones serving them. No matter. The discarded bottles of liquor weren’t too far from her reach, and with everyone preoccupied, it was doubtful that someone would notice.

Kijo could never resist the sting of vodka, after all.

It’s not like I have money, anyways..!

Sticky fingers and lithe movements procured her a quick glass of vodka on the rocks and she sipped at it, sighing in content.

Just one drink, she told herself, reminding herself that liquor probably wasn’t the smartest thing to mix into all of this, just to unwind a little. I deserve it.

It was unfortunate that Kijo was constantly denied peace. She felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned with the glass pressed against her lips, blinking curiously.

“Hey sweetheart, you plan on sharing that bottle, or do we gotta wrestle it from you?”

The two men she’d spotted earlier were now looming over her. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she stared at them and, with furrowed brows, Kijo turned away. She didn’t want to talk to them.

“Whoa, don’t be rude. I was just asking a question.”

“Yeah,” the one with the scarred over eye laughed. “ Just a question.”

“Ah, so you’re the goon that can’t formulate sentences on your own,” oops. Kijo’s temper flared. “I was wondering which one you were gonna be. Should I call you Tweedle Dee, or Tweedle Dum?”

There was a grunt before the man gritted his teeth in a forced smile, “ Tweedle… Dee?”

“ Tweedle Dee it is.” Kijo sipped innocently on her vodka, glancing away. The other man laughed,

“Oh, she’s feisty! I like that in a woman.”

“And I like my men silent, but we can’t all meet each others standards, can we?”

It was the others turn to laugh. There was a sharp slapping noise and the two suddenly started bickering. Kijo groaned,

What was that about them being nice?

The voice in her head was silent. Kijo leaned forward, grumbling bitterly. Snaggle Tooth leaned against the counter, flashing his signature smile at her in an attempt to recover from his ego being severed,

“What’s got you so riled up?”

Oh, you know, I’ve been propelled into a different universe where I’ve already had to fight for my life several times and I can’t even enjoy a damn drink privately without some creep breathing down my neck, somehow didn’t quite roll off the tongue. Kijo continued ignoring them, staring forward with a frown on her lips.

“Come on little lady, don’t be like that,” a hand fell to her shoulder and squeezed tightly, “ give us a smile instead. That look on your face is too scary for you!”

Kijo shook his hand off, snarling, “ fuck off.”

Scarred Eye whistled, leaning in close, and Kijo lurched back. Before he could get a word out, she was gagging,

“Please, for the love of God, you smell like desperation and cheap whiskey,” she turned away and inhaled dramatically, “maybe if you could afford top shelf, a bitch would wanna talk to you.”

The other patrons of the bar had caught wind of the situation unfolding and there was a chorus of snickering, Scarred Eye’s face turning a deep boiling red. His fist wrapped around the cuff of Kijo’s collar, and he pulled her up from her chair, ignoring the surprised gasp that escaped her,

“A skinny little brat like you doesn’t get to talk to me like that…!”

“She’s already told you no, boys,” a voice, smooth as silk. Kijo felt her heart flip, “ can’t take a little rejection?”

Scarred Eye growled.

“Come on. Tough guys don’t pick on women. Knock it off.”

The man released his hold and let Kijo drop back into her chair. Her eyes remained steady on his, her palm burning with the desire to slap it right to his face to make his other eye match – but he scoffed and spit to the side,

“Whatever.”

The two men both said something under their breath and finally stepped away from Kijo, and when they parted, Kijo found Greed had been standing behind them. His signature sun glasses hung halfway down the bridge his nose and he was smirking,

“Sorry ‘bout that. Boys will be boys, huh?”

“Boys will be held accountable for their actions,” Kijo muttered. She turned away, grabbing her glass in her fist once more to swallow down the vodka. Now that Greed was there, she knew she would need it.

“Speaking of being held accountable...” Greed’s voice tickled the back of her neck as he walked around her, his hand grabbing onto the belly of the bottle of vodka sitting beside her, “I’m not overly fond of people stealing from me.”

“Stealing from you?” Kijo looked up, her eyes meeting him, “I couldn’t find a damn employee to serve me. Consider it payment for my labor.”

Greed barked out a laugh, “ your labor?”

“Mhm.” Kijo’s heart was pounding so hard in her chest, she thought it was going to burst – she finished off the glass and slapped it down, returning her gaze back up to Greed, “ it was a lot, y’know. I had to grab the bottle, and open it, and then find a glass, and pour the vodka INTO that glass...”

“Don’t forget about the ice.”

“Oh! That too!”

Greed raised an eyebrow. What a peculiar woman he’d stumbled upon. He flicked the lid of the bottle off and turned it over into her cup, enjoying the surprised look on her face,

“Consider this your tip, then.”

Kijo mumbled out a thanks. She hadn’t been expecting that. But she could feel Greed’s gaze on her and she preoccupied herself with her drink. Thankfully, she could feel the alcohol setting in and loosening her up.

“ What’s your name?”

“ Kijo.”

“ Well, Kijo, it’s nice to meet you,” he spun around and leaned against the countertop, flashing his razor sharp teeth down at her, “ name’s Greed.”

Of course, she’d already known that. It wasn’t something she could outright say, though, so she merely offered him a nod of acknowledgment.

“So, tell me – what’s a sweet dream like you doing in a place like this?”

Kijo almost did a spit take – sweet dream? She flashed back to every awful thing she’d done since she arrived. Clark’s mutilated face, shoplifting from that clothing store, breaking out of the hotel she’d been forced to stay in, stabbing the unknown-to-her Envy in the head and slicing their throat open later – she’d even had the guts to spit right in their face when they had her strewn up like a carcass. Kijo leaned back, feeling a sudden surge of confidence run through her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. That’s right, she’d barely been there a month, but she’d already stirred up quite a bit of trouble, hadn’t she? Hell, she was a fugitive – while maybe not an accomplishment that would make her mother and father proud, it somehow meant something to her.

Kijo had successfully made herself known and she barely even lifted a finger to do it.

“I’m definitely no sweet dream,” Kijo let the words hang in the air as she hovered her glass in front of her lips. She grinned wickedly, “but I can be one Hell of a night.”

Greed’s lips curled up his face.

“I’d like to know more.”

“ Greed.”

Greed and Kijo’s attention turned towards the shorter blond woman, waving to grab Greed’s attention. Greed nodded at Kijo and pushed himself away from the counter,

“Unfortunately, I have business to tend to. But if you plan on sticking around...”

“I wasn’t, really.” Kijo paused, polishing off her glass. She was being honest – she’d been gone for awhile now, and she was sure Leo was starting to get worried. A part of her found a bit of joy in the sudden look of disappointment in Greed’s face, “ but maybe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Greed grinned,

“ Something tells me you will.”

#and here we goooooo #lmao #Greed and I are just cringe at eachother #he appeals to my flirty libra side I CANT HELP IT

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