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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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Down To Fish with the boys!
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Comparisons between a few different AU Balan designs (and how I draw him in canon)
Canon- The version we see in-game/in the novel- At least how I draw him. The eye-mask pattern comes from what I assumed he looked like under the hat.
Balan Sanguine- Visually similar to canon, Gui is for a set of aus that were inspired by a dream. The first (triplets au) is more directly inspired by the dream- Balan is the only sibling to survive an illness in infancy. 4 Humors was me getting attached to the siblings and wanting to flesh them out as characters.
Hat Lance- my take at a corrupted/lanced Balan. I call him Hat to keep it clear who I’m talking about.
Lance Two- a design I just kinda have around and never do anything with. Self loathing manifests as a greasy substance, in constant misery due to his situation.
Mini-Kaiju- As the Au’s name suggests, Balan is wonderworld. Since his actual body is too large to interact with Guests, Mini-Kaiju is his way of actually guiding them.
Hatless- Canonically what Balan actually looks like under the hat, I use it as a sort of ‘glamour’ to hide his true appearance. hes shy but needs attention
Negati- Originally a negati, but was chosen by wonderworld to become its new maestro after the corruption of its old one.
Human- this au doesn’t really have a cohesive story, It’s mostly Balan trying to rebuild a theatre while dealing with an arachnophobic spider-taur.
Professor- For what I call my human/college au. Again it doesn’t really have too much of a focused plot, its just a bunch of the inhabitants taking theatre classes- acting and production- and shenanigans that spawn from that.
Vampire- i guess he’s kind of a combination of werewolf and vampire due to how the feral design acts. got turned into a vampire after sustaining what would have been a fatal injury trying to repair the theatre.
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-“Identical triplets”, not counting this properly as different incarnations of Balan because legm and leri are different characters. Yes they have the same name at this point in time its because Lance is bad at names. I do have actual names for the two.
-Also the first level species swap of Balan because he’s a fun lil guy.
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Kaiju/Wonderworld Balan- Similar to how the world in xenoblade is formed on the bodies two titans, Wonderworld in this au is more or less just Balan and Lance. Stages form on his body, but never in the same place as one on Lance’s body- a safety measure. I can’t really describe just how large he is easily but... to put it in perspective, Shadow Lance would only be as large as the watchtower on his horn.
Agoni- Original form of Balan in the negati au. formed from lance’s fears over the future of wonderworld. After being chosen as Wonderworld’s new maestro his body went from being the deep purple of most negati to a greenish shade.
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heehee funny hat man make my brain go brrrrrrrrr
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i can't believe faramir got half boromir'ed then was nearly BARBECUED ALIVE by his father then the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is his father being barbecued alive then he doesn't even get a yay you're alright! scene the DISRESPECT
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ray-ray-writings · 3 years
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Hybrid!Reader Galore-SBI (and one Awesamdude)
So I am combining four different requests with this one post because I have recently discovered that I am allowed to do that hahaha. So instead of five separate posts, it’s one big post!! I hope you enjoy!!! (There is a bonus idea at the bottom, it is not SBI, rather a Sam idea and it is so amazing and is not mine, the idea comes from our very own Sunflower anon who has my whole heart.)
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Elytran 
Well first things first, you guessed it. You have wings. You have beautiful wings that allow you to fly for miles and miles without getting tired. They are big and cover most of your back. When they’re not in use, they’re tucked in tightly to your back for save keeping. 
You and Philza are obviously very close. You and he can relate on so many levels. You spend a lot of time bonding over your wings. You know you can always go to him when you have questions about your wings and he is always willing to give you his knowledge, tips, and tricks on how to properly take care of your wings and stuff like that. I like to imagine that the two of you definitely help each other preen your wings. He more so you though. Like if it has been too long in his opinion he will force you to sit down on a chair so that you’re straddling it and your stomach is pressed against the back of the chair and he very carefully pulls the loose feathers and gets all of the grass and leaves and stuff out of your wings. Every so often you will return the favor, but because he’s been around so long he is practically perfect at doing his own wings himself and so he usually just focuses on you because you’re his kid and he wants to make sure that you’re taken care of. He gets a lot of the preening done when you two are sitting on the couch together and you’re snuggled up to his chest and his hand is just softly trailing up and down your wings. Smoothing out your feathers and carefully pulling out the ones that need to come out. It feels very nice and is very comforting. 
I also feel though that your brothers would also do this to you sometimes. Just when you’re having a conversation with one of them they will grab your shoulders and turn you around and you would be forced to talk to them as they pick at your wings. Sometimes Tommy is too rough and so he can only do it when he’s absolutely calm. I 100% believe that before his death, Wilbur was the best brother to go to for help with your wings when Phil wasn’t around. He has the hands of musician, steady and gentle hands but still calloused and rough from years of plucking at a guitar. So he would be really good at being careful but also would be very good at picking out the things that needed to go while also being good at, i guess, petting your wings. I feel like Techno would be okay at it, not as good as Phil and Wilbur though. I feel like Tommy could be too rough sometimes. I feel like there are two different Techno’s you could get. A soft and gentle Techno who is very careful when messing with your wings or a rough and quick Techno that just really wants to be done with whatever you’ve asked him to do. So you would have to catch Techno on a good day in order for him to be able to properly help you. 
Like Philza and Techno do, You and Philza go on adventures together all the time, only there is a slight difference obviously. You two go on flights. You two fly for hours at a time sometimes, not always have a particular destination in mind. You two just like to fly together. It’s such a freeing feeling. You two just fly together, feel the wind in your hair and your wings. The time is usually spent just chatting about anything and everything. It’s nice. You just get to spend a lot of time with your dad and you get to feel free and get to get away from all of the drama of the smp. I like to imagine that sometimes you two fly for so long that you get too tired to keep flying, but you have to get home. So Phil will pick you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, and he will fly the two of you home. He’s been alive for hundred of years and has had years of flying practice and so he almost never gets tired from flying and so he has absolutely no problem carrying you home if you’re too tired. Once you get a bit older and stuff, I also like to think that you’re able to do the same for your brothers, obviously not as long as Philza can, but you can pick them up and take them on a little flight around the server. Tommy would love it the most. He would cling to you, terrified you would drop him, but he would love being so high up, seeing everything and feeling free. He would love that he actually got to feel like a kid again. Wilbur and Techno would like it a lot less than Tommy. They would take you up on the offer every once in a while, but I don’t think they would like it that much. Like Techno would like to feel the wind through his hair and to feel free and not have to worry about anything, but I feel like he would just be hella scared that you’re going to drop him. He’s a big man and he trusts you a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re strong enough to hold him. Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of headcanon that Wilbur is scared of heights. I don’t know why, I just kind of get that vibe from him. So like on the very very very rare occasion where you take him for a fly, he spends the whole time clinging to you for dear life with his face buried in your neck and his eyes clenched tightly closed. You can’t help but laugh at him though. You asked him about it once, why he accepts your offer if he’s so terrified, his answer warmed your heart. “I just like spending time with you. Anyway that I can.” (Complete side note, Ghostbur on the other hand would love love love love to go on flights with you. Like would beg you almost every day to go on one.)
Ghast hybrid
Listen, I am not saying this to exclude anyone okay? Please don’t take it as that, but you would be pale. You would be so pale. It’s the ghast in you and so you would be so pale. Like I feel you would almost have to wear a hat or put on sunscreen every time you left the house in the overworld because you would so easily be burned. That being said, you definitely would thrive in the nether. Like the heat and the brightness of the lava wouldn’t bother you at all as you travel through your home biome. You would also be able to fly. You would move so smoothly through the sky. You wouldn’t have wings or anything like that, you would just be able to fly. But like it would be so funny to scare the hell out of Tommy. Like you two are arguing or something or he’s just being annoying and so you just start fucking levatating as you stare him down. He would 100% shriek and run away from you causing you to laugh. 
You always accompany any of the boys when they go into the nether for anything because no hostile mobs will attack if you’re nearby. Ghasts won’t shoot at you, hoglins won’t charge, blaze won’t fireball… you get it. Like the nether is your home and you are one of them, and they know that. You also are super good at navigating the nether. Think Human GPS but like half ghast GPS instead haha. You have absolutely saved the boys’ asses on more than one occasion. Like one time Techno wasn’t paying attention and he was just kind of walking around in the nether freely without thinking about it. He was going on and on about how it was nice to have you here but he probably could have handled it himself. He was right in the middle of telling you about how he probably could navigate the nether better than you when he literally walked straight off a cliff that hung right over a giant lava lake. You didn’t have time to laugh at his obliviousness. You knew that he couldn’t swim in lava, he may be a piglin hybrid that can survive the heat, but he absolutely could not swim in lava. So you very quickly ran right off of the edge of the cliff, flew down to him and just before he could sink into the lava, you grabbed him and flew him back up to the edge of the cliff. Once he was secure with solid ground under his feet, Techno would pull you into a giant hug. “Thank you,” he murmurs in your hair. You can’t help but giggle as you hug him back. “Of course. What was I going to do? Let you die? Besides, now we have prove of who’s the better nether navigator.” And Techno goes to argue but you just stare at him with a raised eyebrow and so his mouth snaps shut. You both knew you won that. 
So Ghast tears right? So when you get upset to the point of crying, you do your best to keep in the tears because when you cry, they literally leave tear stains. Like your cheeks are stained and scarred for the next few hours because of the tears. It burns and is a painful thing, so you try to avoid it as much as possible. Another thing that happens when you’re upset is you begin to breathe fire and shoot fireballs out of your mouth. You accidentally discovered this once when Techno wouldn’t give you back your axe and you accidentally fireballed him into a wall, exploding parts of the wall as well. So when you get angry/upset, you clamp your mouth closed and don’t speak. That is the telltale sign that you’re angry, when you go silent. Tommy loves to push you at this point. Saying anything he can to get you to… well explode. It’s only worked once. Let’s just say that Tommy’s clothes and hair got a bit singed and he didn’t mess with you while you were upset for a few months afterwards. 
Something useful about your tears is they can make regeneration potions. Obviously they aren’t full effect because you are only half ghast, but they still work. So even if you are crying and you are upset, you’re always sure to physically bottle up some of your tears when you do cry so that someone, mostly you or Techno, could make regeneration potions with them. 
Raccoon hybrid
TRASH PANDAS!!!! Okay, right, sorry. 
So we will begin with looks. You have little raccoons on top of your head, dark circles around your eyes, and a fuzzy black and white ringed tail. You have to take very good care of your ears and of your tail, making sure that it doesn’t get matted and stuff. I also feel you’re rather short. And sometimes you feel out of place among the absolute giants that are your brothers. 
I feel like you would get along the best with Tommy. THIS IS NOT AN INSULT AT ALL but like for some reason I get a raccoon type vibe from Tommy. So I feel like you two would just vibe very well together. You’re mostly nocturnal due to your raccoon hybrid and Tommy is a 16 year old hyper boy who doesn’t like authority that much. So like he very often can be found in your room late at night. The two of you laughing and just hanging out together. If you get him on a good night, he will carefully pet your tail or brush it while you talk. You two have bonded a lot and shared a lot of sweet moments through your nocturnal nights together. 
That being said, it does not stop Tommy from making fun of you. Raccoons are thought to be colorblind and Tommy knows this applies to you and does not stop making fun of you for it. “Hey Y/N! What color is this flower?” “Fuck off.” Because Tommy makes fun of you, you like to prank him a lot. Raccoons are actually very clever and this absolutely applies to you. You can move very quietly if you want so you manage to always prank Tommy really well…. That being said, you also find yourself very often ruining your own pranks because of how loud you can be. Have you ever heard a raccoon rummaging through your garbage at night? It feels like the loudest thing in the world lol. So sometimes you are accidentally careless and are very loud. 
Raccoons can fall from pretty high heights without getting hurt, so you would be able to do the same. It would have been a total accident of how you found out though. You would have been helping Tommy build a random cobblestone tower when he accidentally pushed you off the tower. You didn’t have a water bucket and there was no water below you, so you literally prepared yourself for the loss of your first canon life. Your body finally hit the ground and you were left a little breathless from the force of the hit, but nothing hurt. You checked your wrist and found you had only lost one heart. Even though you were completely fine, Philza still gave Tommy hell for pushing you off the tower and grounded him for a few weeks. Even though you know you’d be fine from a big fall, you are still very careful when you’re high up. Like I said, you know you’ll be fine, but you don’t want to push the boundaries. 
I feel like you have definitely been caught rummaging through the trash before. You were probably just bored and looking for something to do, or just something to play with and so on instinct, you reached into the trash and began searching through it. Philza would be the one to catch you. He wouldn’t even react too. He would simply let out a sigh, walk over to you, grab your arms and pull them out of the trash and walk you over to the sink before making you wash your hands. While you were doing that, he would take out the trash, making a mental note to get a more efficient/better way of getting rid of your trash. 
Cow Hybrid 
Yes yes yes yes. Okay okay. I love cows. Okay.
Starting out as always, appearance. So I think that you would have a few brown and white spots littering your skin. You’re entirely covered in them, but there are some on your arms, torso, and legs. You also have little horns that poke out of your hair. They’re a bit sensitive and your hair gets caught on them a lot, but they’re hella cute. You’re ears are where a human’s ears are, but they’re a bit bigger and a little more pink and flimsy than normal human ears. You also have a thin tail that pokes out behind you. You use it to swat things, mostly Tommy, away from you. When someone gets hit by your tail, it stings quite a bit. Your skin is rather tough, not like super tough, but like it has a rather leathery feel. So not only does it hurt when you hit people, but it can also be a bit harder for you to get hurt/cut and stuff. Which is rather nice. 
Something just random but hella cute that I like to think happens is that if you’re out walking, with or without your family, baby cows will begin to follow you. If they get far enough away from their parents and you happen to be nearby, they 100% will begin to follow you. It warms your heart a little bit, but it also worries you because you don’t want to upset their parents, but the adult cows just think it’s really funny. Like, it is so obvious that you’re not a full cow and that you’re barely an adult yourself, but the baby cows will still follow you and it is just so funny. 
I feel like when you get very frustrated, you begin to moo or let out huffs and puffs. The boys find it very funny, but also not to bring it up to you. One time Wilbur made the mistake of laughing out loud when you mooed…. You charged him and tackled him and broke the table. So now the boys have just learned to try and comfort you and then laugh in private. 
Listen I have seen many photos and videos of cows being petted and owners sitting in fields and the cow comes over and just lays on them and cuddles them and so like I feel that a lot of the times when you would find someone sitting on the couch or something, just chilling, you would try and cuddle up to them. Tommy and Techno wouldn’t like it as much, they would give you like a pat on the back before shoving you off. Philza would chuckle but allow you to rest there. Wilbur would absolutely let you cuddle up to him and oftentimes would wrap his arms around you and hold you to him. I also feel like he would be the only one to do it back to you. If you were just seated somewhere lounging around, Wilbur would absolutely flop down on top of you, crushing you a little bit, yes, but it is still nice… not having to be the one to initiate the contact. So you would just giggle and wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face either in his curly hair or in his chest, it depends on how he flops down on top of you. Wilbur would also absolutely pet and stroke your horns and would just let you relax completely against him. 
A lot of the time you can be found with a piece of hay hanging out of your mouth. I feel like you would just enjoy the taste but also just the feel of the plant on your tongue as you chew would be so comforting. Philza at first would try to take the thin straw out of your mouth but after you almost cried about it, he decided to just left it alone and let you do whatever you want. Tommy still tries to steal it from your mouth, but you’ve gotten good at chomping down on it and not letting it go. Techno gives you a little bit of a weird look but goes on about it. (It’s because he absolutely has tried it without you knowing and he hated it so much and he has no idea how the hell you keep doing it.) Wilbur I feel would be the one to help you keep your supply of it and would always get you a new one if you needed it. I feel like you would offer him one and he will sometimes accept it, but he doesn’t like it but he doesn’t want you to feel that your habits are weird so he partakes to make you feel better. Also for eating, you would love everything wheat based and would have a field day with things like that. You absolutely cannot and will not eat beef and you will not be around if anyone around you is eating it. It makes you sick to your stomach. So you don’t eat a lot of meat and you’re mostly vegetarian. Philza is more than willing to adjust his recipes to accommodate you and make sure that you’re okay at meal times. 
Minecraft cows avoid going into water at about all costs, so I feel like you would do the same. You would avoid everything from stepping in puddles to swimming across the river to even having a beach day at the ocean. I think you would be fine, it’s just the floating in water and having your feet not be completely on solid ground that you hate. Your family sometimes makes fun of you for it because they have to build a bridge of some kind or craft a boat for the smallest thing of water, but in reality they want you to be comfortable and so they do everything to make it so you could have your way when it comes to the water like that. When Wilbur becomes Ghostbur, Ghostbur likes to hang out with you a lot because you’re good company but also because he knows you don’t go anywhere near water, and he’s allergic to water so it works out very well for you. 
Cat hybrid w Creeper hybrid Sam
So 🌻 had this fucking amazing idea okay. Like all credit for this idea goes to her, I am but a simple writer that wrote it out a little bit more, but this was completely her idea and she has my whole heart because she has a big brain. It is praise 🌻 hours friends!
So you are the newest addition to the SMP, a cute little cat hybrid. You have cute, fluffy ears that sit on the top of your head and you have a matching fluffy tail that pokes out behind you. Everyone that has met you agrees that you’re very cute and very sweet to everyone. Everyone loves to be around you and loves to spend time with you….. Well almost everyone. 
As we have learned in previous hybrid headcanons, Sam is terrified of cats. It’s the creeper in him and he feels so bad that he avoids you so admently, but he cannot help the trepidation that swells in his veins when he’s near you. He has tried to approach you several times, tried to properly introduce himself, but he just couldn’t get close enough to you to do it. Sam had definitely asked others about you though and had fallen in love with you through the other’s descriptions and through watching you from afar, trying his best not to be seen. You weren’t dumb though, you knew he was there watching you. And when he took his eyes off of you, you let your stare turn to him as well. You let yourself stare at the man that refused to approach you. You, like him, asked around about him and you learned about him through others. You learned about how passionate he was about his work, how kind he was, how he had practically adopted a few of the minors on the server, how he was such a nice guy. It made your heart ache. If he was such a nice guy, why would he only watch you from a far then? Why wouldn’t he approach you? He must hate you… Yeah that had to be it, he heard about you, watched you for a bit, and decided that he didn’t like you… It made you hella sad, but it’s just something you would have to deal with and live with…. Oh well…. Better get building your house. 
Sam decided that he would try to make a move on you. He wanted to get to know you better through your own words and stuff, not just what others had to think about you. So he decided he would try to approach you while you were working on your house. Sam didn’t want to come empty handed, he figured he had already made a bad enough impression on you by not approaching you sooner, so he picks some flowers, roses and sunflowers because I’m a self indulgent bitch, and he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the plot of land that you have claimed as your own. He finds you working on the front wall of your house and he finds it very easy to approach you when you’re not paying attention to him. He is getting rather close to you, the closest he’s ever been to you and he’s really proud of himself. You must have sensed him, or heard his footsteps or something though, because your head snaps to look over your shoulder and your gaze locks with his and every single bit of confidence that Sam had worked up leaves his body. The fear of being around a cat fills him and he can’t help but let the flowers fall from his fingers and he sprints away. “Hey! Wait!” You call after him, rushing forward a bit, trying to stop him. But he’s gone so fast that you can only get to where he dropped the flowers before he’s out of sight. You can’t help but let out a sigh as you turn around. He must really hate you huh? Your eyes catch the flowers on the ground and you bend down to pick them up. Are these for you? They must be if he brought them here… Even if he did drop them on the ground to run away from you. Either way, you brought the pretty flowers to your nose and took a deep breath through your nose, inhaling the sweet scent. You can’t help the smile that curls on your face as you make your way “inside” of you under construction. You very quickly find a vase and get some water and set the flowers on a makeshift table in your house before going back to building the walls, every time your gaze catching the flowers, a grin growing on your face. 
Sam berates himself when he gets back home for how stupid it was for him to just leave like that. So he tells himself he is going to go back tomorrow and at least introduce himself to you. He will speak at least three words to you. The next day comes and he does as he’s promised. He gathers all of his confidence again before making his way back to your land. He freezes just outside the property line and sees that you have constructed your walls and you are now working on your roof. Your back is to him once again and so he lets out a deep breath before deciding to make the first move. “Hi there!” He shouts from his spot, about 25 blocks away from you. Your attention moves from what you were doing to the man that called out to you. You were very surprised to find Sam standing there. “Hi! Can I help you with something?” You call back. Sam takes a deep breath, happiness filling him at the fact you were actually having a conversation and he wasn’t running. “I uh, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Sam, it’s very nice to meet you.” You give the man a warm smile, “I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to finally meet you Sam… I must admit, I thought that maybe you hated me because you seemed to avoid me like the plague,” you tease, moving a few materials around before sitting down to face him. A blush that you can’t see spreads across his face as he scratches the back of his neck as he subconsciously takes a few steps forward. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t hate you… It’s just that you’re a cat hybrid and my creeper side doesn’t like that very much. I’m sorry I made it seem like I hated you.” It all made so much sense to you now and you couldn’t help but feel bad for feeling that he hated you. “Oh!” You let out, laughing at yourself causing Sam to smile, he liked your laugh. “That’s right… I forgot that. Well, I’m sorry I scare you” you claim with a giggle. Sam gives you a slight smile as he takes another few steps forward, “It’s alright, not your fault. Just both of our natures,” Sam claims eliciting a hum out of you as you nod your head. 
The two of you take the next few minutes to get to know each other just a bit better. Even though you scare him still a little bit, Sam can’t help but inch his way toward you. You notice this but don’t say anything about it, you only smile. 
Sam is telling you about his latest redstone project when it happens. You momentarily forget your on your roof and so you move to lean in closer to hear him better and it happens. You slip. You feel yourself falling from your roof. It’s pretty high up, easily at least 15 blocks high. You’re pretty relaxed about it, but Sam is panicking. He makes the split decision and he rushes forward and catches you in his arms. Half of his mind is screaming for him to run away from you by the other half is screaming for him to stay and make sure you're okay. You are very surprised to land in his arms but it is a very welcome surprise. You two lock eyes and you give him a big smile. “Hey” you greet casually. Sam gives a big gulp before giving you a nervous smile back, “Hey.” You have a very quick mental debate with yourself before saying screw it to yourself, “Guess you could say I fell for you huh?” The joke causes a bit of tension to leave Sam and he lets out a little giggle and shakes his head. “Guess you could say I caught feelings then huh?” he retorts with a cheesy grin. You blush a little bit before leaning up and kissing his cheek making him blush too. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Sam blurts out. You’re a bit surprised at the question but you very quickly nod, “I would love to Sam. Are you sure you’ll be okay though?” You ask him. He gives you a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Now that I know what it’s like to hold you I’m not sure I ever want to let you go.” The heat returns to your cheeks, but like a million times hotter now. You left speechless for a few moments causing Sam to chuckle and set you down, but his hands don’t leave your waist and yours don’t leave his shoulders. You two simply beam at each other for a while before Sam looks over to your house, “Do you want some help?” he offers. You give a series of quick nods, “Yeah that would be wonderful… Thank you.”
(So I was going to make it a little funny because cats don’t take fall damage and so like hybrid cat reader wouldn’t either but then I began writing the little scene at the end and I liked that a lot and I couldn’t find anywhere to squeeze it in without ruining the mood. So just please think about how Sam got over his fear of cats because he thought you were in danger of getting hurt, but you weren’t because fall damage doesn’t affect you, and so he caught you even though it terrified him… That’s all. Hope you enjoyed)
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a-simp-20 · 2 years
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im requesting AgAin bc *COUGH COUGH* sOMEONE (not naming NAMES [AGAin]) wanted me to....soooooo...
how about the aib squad baking cupcakes, and niragi getting frosting all on his face as a bonus!
🧁Cupcake Party!🧁
AIB Masterlist
Characters: All of them :D!
Summary: Hatter has a funny idea, where all of the executive members, Arisu, Usagi and Kuina..bake cupcakes! (Ps: aguni has a bad feeling about this)
Warning!: none
Genre: Fluff, Crack
Word count: too lazy~
Tags: @alisblackgf and @aceofspadegrass @hatterstan-shameblog (ace, hat-stan I am tagging you two cause I know you guys would like to see This cupcake chaos that Zac had in mind with that wonderful brain of his✨)
Enjoy~
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"So..why did you call us for a meeting again?" Aguni asked sitting on his seat with his arms crossed while looking at his Best friend also boss Hatter "It better be something worth knowing..i have no time to hear funny information" Kuzuryuu say's as he adjusted his glasses, also crossing his arms.
Everyone, yes including Arisu, Usagi Kuina and Tatta were all in the meeting room standing while looking at hatter, same goes for the executives. Hatter sitting tgere with his sun glasses and beautiful glorious Kimono of his - that he basically just wore over his figure without even wearing it right- while playing with the cards that his fellow beach members gave him "Just spit it out already.." Niragi growls looking at the other long haird man with black hair "Well, I am not going to announce it until I finish shuffling these beautiful cards!" "Are you FRICKING kidding me!?" "Now now Niragi..just let him do what he pleases.." Aguni says as he calm's Niragi down.
"Okay! I shall announce what I have been thinking through out these days" Hatter puts down the shuffled cards on his side of the table and clapped his hands together as he announces on what he was going to say "I demand a Cupcake party!"
Everyone went silent and Kuzuryuu scoffed "I knew it was going to be some funny information that I didn't even laughed at.." He grumbles while still crossing his arms and looking down at his table "It sounds fun!" Tatta says, agreeing on what Hatter just announced "See!? Tatta agrees! Why not all of you!, besides! We need something fun and something sweet! To treat ourselves from surviving in the borderland's!" Hatter was right, they do deserve one "We will start baking the cupcakes from tomorrow on!" Everyone just agreed on what he said and got out of the meeting room, leaving him and Aguni alone "So..we have to bake the cupcakes..do we even have enough ingredients to bake all of them?" "Well of course Mori!, if you want, you and your gang could go get the supplies for the baking today!" Hatter chirps with a wide grin as he got up from his seat and put the stacked cards inside his kimonos pocket "We could..but I'm getting a feeling that things could go wrong tomorrow...if the kitchen is a mess I will not help you clean it up cause it was YOUR idea" "As you wish Mori! Now since it's almost night, you should get going and grab the supplies now! Go on, go on!" Hatter TRIES to push Aguni out of the meeting room..he fails but Aguni got out of there easily by himself.
"Now time for my Sleep!"
[THE NEXT DAY]
It is the day of making the cupcakes!, everyobe was still asleep except for Chishiya, Arisu and Tatta. The three of them are in the kitchen, Hatter told them tge other day to set things up before everyone else woke up, including himself and they did just that.
"So..what are we supposed to do again?" Tatta asked while trying to find sonething to eat inside the fridge- well freezer to be honest - "Hatter told is to set things up for the cupcake party right?" Arisu asked as he sits on one of the counters of the beache's kitchen "Precisely Arisu..we better get started.. I have a plan to do." Chishiya made a cat looking smirk on his face as he got to work and the two followed what he did.
After finishing putting all the ingredients on the kitchens large table, each bowl and cupcake ingredients had their names on them.Now it was time for them to place down the electric mixers on the table, Chishiya Grabbed one and put the electric mixer ob the table started to do something to it, so it would go out of control while mixing the ingredients "What are you doing to that Mixer Chishiya?" Tatta asked while place an electric mixer on his side of the table, and placing another one on hatters and Ann's "Oh, I'm going give him a very big surprise when he is going to mix things~" Chishiya say's with a soft smirk on his face, eyes looking Cat-ish like always while still tryna ng to damage the mixer "Well okay then..i'll be going now" Tatta says goodbye to Arisu amd Chishiya.
After the both of them were done they got out to go back to their rooms, Chishiya following.
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"I'm glad that every one of you are here! Including you four, Kuzuryuu, Niragi, Last Boss and Aguni!" Hatter say's pointing at each one of them "At least it's free food" Niragi grumbles "Now..shall we start? I can't wait to taste our lovely cupcakes we have made!" Everyobe nodded as they began to bake.
Arisu needed help with how many cups of flowers he needs to add inside his bowl and Usagi was glad to help. Tatta accidentally spilled some milk on the floor while trying to make the frosting for his cupcakes first, Chishiya doing as best as he could, following with Ann..she ALMOST dropped there egg's on the floor ALMOST. Kuzuryuu doing as perfect as he can and so does Mira, Aguni was trying to help Hatter clean up the mess he had made which was: 2 egg shells on the floor, flower powder on his sun glasses, sugar on his apron, some drop of milk that is on top of his head for some understandable reason and other things "Look at my mixing! Isn't looking delicious already Mori Chan?" Hatter says with a wide grin "It looks very..Okay.." Aguni says as he gets back to work on his cupcakes, Hatter replying with a small hum and a smile on his face.
After everyone was done with their batter, and putting them in their own cupcake molder with different wrapping, all of them put their un- finished cupcakes inside the oven's and start working on the cupcakes frosting "My cupcakes frosting color would be a tropical, Blue blended with yellow and green! How about all of you?" Hatter asked "Mines just the casual Pink" -Usagi, "Mine is going to be a neon green one!" -Tatta "...Magenta"-LB, "Black and White if it's possible"-Chishiya "Red"-Mira, " I'm going for a BlackBerry color i guess"-Niragi, "Dark blue mixed with white"-Kuzuryuu, " A tropical mix of Blue and lime green!"-Arisu, "Chocolate"-Aguni, "Blueberry!"-Kuina
Everyone started to make their frosting until "WHAT THE FU-" "yes-" Chishiya mutters right next to frosting covered Niragi "Oh my Niragi! I think your mixer is broken! Here use a baking spoon instead" Hatter offers him a baking spoon and puts it on his hand.
After the messy frosting making their cupcakes are done. All of them got all their cupcakes out of each oven and started to put them in their colorful cups. After that they pit their frosting on their cupcakes and.. Their done- "We forgot the decoration! And sprinkles!" Hatter says "Why does it matter anyway though.." Niragi grumbles "It's for the Aesthetic's of course!" Hatter says and went to find some edible decorations and sprinkles. After finding them he scatters them all on the table on each of everyone's side of the long table they have "Let's get decorating!"
[Time skip]
After all of them finished decorating their cupcakes they went inside the meeting room to try each other's cuppie cakes! "Now let's start eating!" First was Arisu's "Minty and tropical!" Hatter chirps "Thanks!", Next is Tatta's " Taste very minty Neon like!" "Thanks boss!", Next is Aguni's "A very casual taste that we all know! I like it!" "Hm" Aguni hums, Next! Mira's "Red velvet! What a lovely taste you made Mira!" "Well I do must say that the color red does remind me of something I would always like to see~" (SUS) Next is Niragi's "It's a Berry flavoured frosting! How unique!" "Heh, knew you'd like it", Kuzuryuu's is up next "Now this is such an interesting taste I must say vanilla mixed with blueberry..interesting and mysterious just like you!" "Thank you, I tried my best" He say's and adjusted his glasses, Next Kuina "Blueberry very casual! I like it!" "Thanks Hatter!" Kuina smiles, Chishiya's "Oreo?? I didn't there were oreo's in the kitchen!" "I found it somewhere.." He say's and just smirks
[time skip-]
After that all of them started to share each other cupcakes. Hatters id rawas finally fulfilled and done amd he is happy to see- Chishiya tgrew a cupcake at Niragi "Oh.. OH YOU ARE SO ON CAT FACE!!" And that is where the Food war's 1 begun kids and yes there will be a food war's 2 someday!
The end~
(Very short with a very unusual ending! :v, but i hope you like it!)
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idv-actor-au · 3 years
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Director’s Headcanon cookie jar 🍪 for @one0p1nk
Long Post, and this isn't even all of the cookies in the cookie jar. Just some of them. :)
Victor Grantz/Kit Ruewis
Kit is the oldest out of the four actors. He’s 27.
He’s also rather tall compared to his parents, standing at 5’11, almost 6’0.
He used to be a police officer, but he actually works as a postman. They chose the postman, to portray the postman.
Kit is a bit on the quiet side. He has a very soft voice.
Kit has said “Fuck.” In the studio. On camera. It made its way into an episode and you will never see Kit more embarrassed.
Kit listens to the Undertale soundtrack when he’s writing the different letters for “inviting” people to the manor. It really helps him get into Victor’s head… even if he is Victor lmao.
Kit has one of the coolest accessories for all the hunters. The only cooler accessory is probably Luca’s robot arms (they move and actually work!) The accessory in question for Kit is his hat. While it’s a very simple hat, with the addition of different pieces, it can become a very creepy and stunning accessory for Victor. Kit can turn his base hat into Embrace’s hat with just a few different bits and pieces.
Kit used to have a hamster named Wick.
Middle child! He has an older brother (29 years old) and a little sister (15 years old)
Kit got the chance to name their character! They named them after a close friend of theirs.
They like sitting on the porch of their house and watching the sunset.
"4 eyes" (affectionately)
Kit is allergic to dogs, and eggs.
Very innocent looking person, but Kit knows how to push people's buttons. Kit can be very annoying if he so pleases.
Kit torments the actor for Aesop (Kelsey) by hiding in their coffin props and scaring them to death when they're not looking. He's a little TROLL.
It's okay. Kelsey will be okay.
Kit is a little trolling menace to the cast but they all adore him anyways <3
Anyways Troll Kit supremacy. (Aesops of the Multiverse watch out)
Andrew Kreiss/Alejandro Ruby
He’s 27 as well (Kit is a month older than him)
He’s between 7’0 and 7’1 ft tall.
He has no filter despite being a father. He can and will cuss.
He hates the sun. Like a lot. He doesn’t use nicknames that are related to the sun, like sunshine or sunlight. Rather he uses moon or night-based names, like Moonshine and Moonlight. Consider anything related to the sun, an insult.
AJ is a man of small pleasures. It doesn’t take much to make him happy. Roses from Kit, a surprise kiss from Edith, a love letter from Shuichi, small pleasures like that ^^
Tomato AJ? Tomato AJ.
He goes by the name AJ because no matter how hard Shuichi tried to, he just couldn't pronounce Alejandro correctly and AJ could see it was really starting to frustrate Shuichi.
His hair isn't actually white. It's a very light yellow in reality.
He's got a fear of clowns. Charlie adores the circus. It is a very... very unfortunate situation.
He used to have a girlfriend (the mother of Charlie) but something happened between them that caused them to break up. But what was it? I'm not telling ;)
He bites his thumb when he's nervous.
AJ's very sensitive to loud noises.
He's much more social and approachable than he looks. He just has a resting bitch face lmao.
He can do a variety of voices. One of his favorite voices to do is Emma's voice. Yes, he voices Emma in the trailers. He also voices Emily, Mike, Fan, Luchino, Hatsur, Annie, Margie, and Edgar in the trailers, alongside Andrew. He's a man of many voices. (Note, the specific actors voice their characters in the actual show. AJ's voice is typically only used in trailers, and for Andrew, of course.)
Also, the actor for Emma (Their name is Tabi) stole the idea for Emma's hat from AJ.
People think he's the actor for Luchino because he just uses his regular voice for Luchino, they just have similar-sounding voices. (Luchino's actor is named Ryuk. Yes it's a reference to Ryuk from DN shhh)
Luca Balsa/Shuichi Balsa
Shuichi is the youngest of the boys, he's 25 years old.
He's also 6'2 ft tall.
He's a very very gentle-sounding person. He has the type of voice that people just trust. It pairs very well with Luca actually. You have this gentle and kind-sounding hunter who is known to be a very VERY dangerous individual.
He's got quite a following. He's a very VERY famous actor in this AU, many people know who he is. To the point, it makes Shuichi incredibly uncomfortable. (You have no idea how relieved Shuichi was when Edith said he had no idea who he was when they first met.)
He's had people break into his house before. It's gotten so bad that he's afraid every time he sees someone walk past their house, or every time one of the boys knocks on the door.
The poor little ball of anxiety and fear.
He has a photographic memory. It's very funny considering his character, Luca, has memory loss and struggles with his memory.
He shares an apartment with Edith for almost 6 years now.
Shuichi enjoys sushi. It's his favorite food.
This man. He's a little ball of sunshine despite the cookies I've pulled out!!!! I promise he isn't all fear and irony!!!!
He met Kit and AJ during a very bad time in his life. They helped him in so many ways, Shuichi doesn't think he'll ever be able to pay them back.
He doesn't care what he wears, as long as it's comfortable. He's worn dresses and skirts for the hell of it because it was the comfiest looking thing in the studio.
He's done some photoshoots before.
He's never worn a proper suit before. Usually, it's a turtleneck, a suit coat, and some black pants. He just doesn't see the appeal.
Anyways Shuichi's a very smooth and confident man. He enjoys watching the guys turn red and get all embarrassed when he serenades them in public. Heck even when he does it in private. He's a very romantic person.
He organizes all the dates.
While he is technically rich and whatever, he doesn't really flaunt it. He doesn't take them on expensive dates or on expensive trips, he doesn't spend a ton of money on gifts for them either because he knows they don't need that from him. Sure, he's happy to spoil them from time to time, but he doesn't do it often.
He wishes he could be like the others. That he could live a normal life.
His hair is naturally a light brown. He dyed it black, but it ended up looking more of a deep brown. (It was supposed to be black with white highlights, the hair salon fucked it up)
He's very touchy. He enjoys holding their hands, or hugging them, or kissing them. One of his biggest weaknesses is probably skin-to-skin contact.
Somehow manages to be more childish than Luca. I don't know HOW BUT-
Edgar Valden/Edith Haru
They're 25/26 years old (they're a little less than a year older than Shuichi)
They are also the shortest out of everyone. They are 5'11.
Edith's been stabbed before. Yes, they are willing to talk about it. It's a dumb story which is why they're willing to share it.
They're a sensitive person. Not like sensitive as in they get offended really easily or something like that, but they're sensitive to touch. It makes them a big target to Shuichi and his sneak attack kisses haha
If you want to get a reaction from anyone, Edith will give the funniest ones. They will jump 7 feet in the air, they will squeal, panic. Just don't scare them. This man is one of the characters in a horror movie that is going to survive. (Kit learned this the hard way when he tries to scare Edith and ended up on the floor with the wind knocked out of him...)
They like to be carried sometimes. It's more of a safety thing than anything. When they're in someone's arms, they feel safe.
They used to have hair like Edgar's. They cut it.
They need to wear glasses or contacts to see. They're blind without them.
Edith likes candy and sweets. Their character absolutely despises them.
Edith made the original "But is it edible?" joke about Cheese's headpiece. The actor for Robbie (His name is also Robbie lmao) took it and RAN with it.
Listen, Edith is the origin of so many stupid jokes on set, and none of them were intentional.
They thought their character's name was "Eggar" and almost asked the director if they thought he was a fucking joke. Luckily, they read a second time before doing anything.
They know the Madness Series. They know Tricky.
HUGE NERD OML
Edith is just a cooler Edgar/j
They've brought people to their knees. Fear the tiny painter person.
They know how to drive people crazy, just like Kit does. But they do it to spite people.
They've never had a kiwi before.
Or a grapefruit.
They enjoy watching the episodes back. The bloopers especially.
They have 2 older sisters who are twins.
They've also read a lot of books.
Like a lot of books.
They like reading.
Reading is a past-time of theirs. When they have the time, they like to settle down with a good book.
They know how to dance.
Bonus:
Charlie is based on an OC of mine. Her name is Charlotte Kreiss. Nickname? Charlie.
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I’ve been working on a Don’t starve together oc these past few days, let me introduce you to Wellerman, the seafarer!
perks, quirks, stats and stuff under the cut!
Wellerman is an irish sailor, he previously served in the navy, so most of his survival knowledge comes from his military days. He has a stern and grouchy personality to him but still often shows his intrepid side.
200 HP 180 Hunger 130 Sanity
He spawns being able to craft a boat, sail, steering wheel, anchor and oar without the need of a Think tank! he also spawns with a sailor’s hat. (more on that later)
Wellerman can preform boat tasks faster and better then other survivors. He has better boat handling when using a steering wheel, and can raise and lower sails and anchors faster.
He can craft a ton of unique, sea related items! first; a sailor’s hat (crafted with x5 grass and x1 kelp) Provides good wetness protection and slight sanity boots (same a garland)
Boat armor: (crafted from x3 cut stones, x2 boards and x1 rope) Adds +250 HP to a boat and some impact resistance.
Harpoon gun: (crafted from x2 cut stone, x1 rope and x1 gears) Can be loaded with spears, maximum of maybe 5 or 10, and mounted similar to steering wheel. ‘Not sure what the damage would be but im thinking something close to tentacle spike damage per shot.
Portable fishing net: (crafted from x8 silk, x2 rope and x4 logs) Can be placed and picked up like other portable structures, (like Warly’s crockpots and Walter’s tent) when fish swim in its radius, they have a chance to be caught in the net, and can be picked for easy fishing.
Buoy: (crafted from x1 lantern and x2 boards) A simple light source that can be placed on the water and can be refueled same way a lantern can.
He can also craft 2 unique lures at a Tackle receptacle Lazy lure: (crafted from x1 orange gem and x10 gold) this lure does not work on fish, instead its used to fish up sunken treasure without the need a pinchin’ winch. has a chance to break after use.
Bottle lure: (crafted from x1 bottle and x1 flint) a simple lure, when used you have a chance to catch two bonus fish if they are nearby. 
Now for downsides, and these are subject to change. First, hes slower on land. so simply he has less movement speed on land, when on a boat its back to normal. (not that it matters much sense your on a boat)
and second, he starts loosing sanity if hes on land for too long. So basically if he spends lets say... 3 in game days on land without going on a boat, he starts loosing a little sanity, and he losses it faster the more days repeated not going on a boat.
Thats it! he probably seems like he has WAY to many upsides but dst characters have like no downsides these days anyway, hope you like this funny little man !
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The end of the story . . . 
❝Chapter 1: The day that I meet you ❞
bace on the dead apple movie 
[ Osamu Dazai x reader ] 
❝ Prolong ❞
Notice  : [ C / E ] = color Eye  , [ H / C ] =  hair color  , Long chapter  , I suck at fighting scene (T___T) , bad grammar 
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Dazai Osamu  P. O. V
[ 5 : 0 7   A. M  Yokohama City ]
Flashback  ❀
" oh before I forget dazai -Kun & Chuuya - Kun, there was a case about two of my men commits suicide with a bloody knife  & shot with a gun,  but  I believe this is the person that did this    "  the person who was talking to me and Chuuya was the port mafia boss Ogai Mori.  Ever since I join the port mafia I was trying to find my reason to live but still didn't find it my reason to live sadly.  
    Mori grabs files and puts it on his desk which that case some paper to fly off. the raven hair man grabs one of the files with a picture a girl with long [ H / C ], her  [ C / E ]  is like a sunset, her pale face is like the moon I turn around to see Chuuya who was blushing a smirks on my face  & turn back to the Mafia boss. " anyway when you boys were daydreaming about this mission for tomorrow,  this girl names [ Y / N ] [ L / N ] or some people call her the  Dragon only heart." Mori expenses more detail about her and her relationship with Shibausawa even about her ability plus a bonus she killed about 230 people with her ability !, and her parents die or should I said disappear. The mother hasn't come home & and the father as died in an alleyway. It 
   After the meeting... Dazai was still daydreaming about the girl form the meeting. An unfamiliar feeling came to him. Is this... Love that he is feeling right now?
Hehe... It's funny how a girl can have a good [ C / E ] crystal, and a wonderful. [ H / C ] . , I wonder what her likes and dislikes. I snap out of my daydream with a familiar loud voice " oi! dazai are you are ready to go ! " said the ginger hair boy. Oh, I forgot he was there. A smirk on my face " Ooooo chuuyaaaaa I know you like this girl too ~. " I said in a tested voice. Chuuya ends up blushing by my words, I can tell he was pissed/flattered about it. Oh boy, this is going to be a long day.
" WHAT NO, I  DON'T EVEN LIKE HER YOU MACKEREL! "
" OOO COME ON SLUG STOP ACTING LIKE TSUNDERE AnD JUST AMITY ALREADY! "
End of the flashback ❀ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Nobody P. O. V [ 7: 5 2 P. M Yokohama city ]
The day has finally come.... the day of the dragon head conflict. Gun was firing with the other members of the day of Dragonhead. The other members shot back that cause the port mafia members killed or every Death.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ~
It was a full moon, the cloud was a dark purple color, and hearing a gunshot in the air. Hearing  Heavily breathing was coming out of a Male who was running on the street in a straight line holding a gun. He stopped at the end of the street and turn to the left. This man is named was Oda sakunosuke. A man who doesn't kill also one of the gifted people. he had reddish hair, his blue eyes are like the ocean also what he wearing was a  Tan Coat  & a black shirt.  
Oda was looked at the dead body all ever the street. " this is sickening " he mumbles. All the port mafia members man was all dead in the ground. Hearing a couple of gunshots in the background, a loud one sound but this one and sound like a... Baby crying. Oda flicks when he heard the baby crying. He ran to the baby and find their parents died in the ground too. Poor baby was the only one who survives the attack. Oda pots his gun always in gentle hold the baby.    The baby girl kinda clams down a bit. He sighs of relief and said " your lucky to be alive in this situation "    " odasuku " a male voice from an earpiece [ A / N: IDK what are there called them (╥﹏╥)] oda Replied back " Dazai we're are you ? "  the other man on the phone was Dazai Osamu the youngest members on the port mafia.
" I have a feeling I know what you're up to, but you need to run. " Dazai continues taking " it's going to be safe there for long " than the other person spoke up "Oh Piss off, scrub "
A motorcycle pass oda and the baby .  " oh hey, chuuya. You're in the range of the enemy  and take some bullet and die, thanks ." Dazai really wants chuuya to die on this god damm mission.
" Shut up " chuuya was about to lose his cool to his ' partner'.
Chuuya was almost got hit by an ability user but he da. " Damm gifted  " yep he's a bit pissed about that. The ability user uses all its energy to take down chuuya. But it didn't work. By using his ability called   " Upon the tainted sorrow. " the motorcycle was glowing a light red color & stick to the building. The ability user shot his Electric power to try hitting the motorcycle that chuuya riding.
" He thinks he's the shit,"  Chuuya said with a   grumpy his word when he looks at the person.  
Meanwhile with Dazai  ~ ♥︎
The dark brown hair boy was sitting on the ground wearing handcuffed. A gun was pouting at the sild profile of dazai  " It would have been more amusing if you'd been struck by lightning and killed. " said dazai.   A puff of smoke but puff being blow away when a familiar finger " Shut it, Dazai " it was chuuya.
[ Y / N ] [ L / N ] P . O . V
[ 8 : 0 0 P . M ]
" So you telling me I have to stand right here and protect you. , " I said with a ( bit ) annoying a pot my katana on the ground and turning around to looking at my  ' father '   Who was starting at his jewelry. " well isn't my fault you been training all week for this event is it, princess ?"  Shibusawa said who is still starting his red ruby & a violets blue jewelry & started whispered " It'll be mine " keep saying it three times. Jesus, I hated when he does this but then I just get used to it.   I was wearing this nice white dress with cliffs.my dress go to my knees. The neck part was getting annoying. " it won't be mine " Oh God here we go again. Click ... Click .. Click
Hear the fire is burning. He probably burning those papers that I was writing. I sighed and looking at the ground.  " are those jewels are all real? " a male voice I shot my Head. To see a boy with a brown wave hair, his bandages right eye & bandage on was top to the bottom, His left dark brown eye is like chocolate. Also, he was wearing a black coat over his shoulder a white shirt with a black tie . And there was an another next to him. He had short ginger hair. A choker around his neck, hat on his head. Black Gloves cover his hand. By what he wears a black  Jacket, white shirt, and black pants.       The brown hair male took a look at me a started smirk at me. " He could have made a beautiful woman really happy~. "   My cheeks started to heat up. Father is mattering one last word " It won't be mine " dropping the last jewelry on the fire and then dropping the bag to the ground.
 He clasps his together and giving that looks at me "Princess you know what to do. " I sigh. Grabbing my katana form and attack the one with the bandage.
Dazai Osamu P . O . V
[ 8 : 1 9 P . M   ]
Shit,  she coming for the mean.  A Swing forms her attack at me but I dodge it.  I look at chuuya who was going to come bet her. I had to stop him.  " Chuuya go-ahead and used your ability " I yelled at him. his eye widen he yelled back at me, " Are you Crazy! " " just trust me ". He used his ability, And markings appear on the cheeks and to the bottom. Chuuya cloth being riping off.   The wind bit up. The [ H / C ]  girl drops her weapon,  her eye like look like she was seen a ghost. This is my chance. I grab her waist and move closer to my chest. Corruption, huh? I saw it on my mind.  I step away to get some were safe still holding the [ H / C ] girl close.  I could hear chuuya screaming.  Next, the thing you know the building that Shibausawa was bowl up. I grab chuuya hand a used my ability " No longer a human ."
[ ? ? ? P . O . V ]   [ 8 : 2 4 P . M on the roof  top ]
I could see the building bowl up. My white coat was blowing waving though the wind . Heh I was to late to join the party. We'll meet you again soon  The dragon only heart.
[ Dazai Osamu P . O . V ]
[ 8 :  2 5 P . M  Yokohama city ]
After the experience of the building. I ask [ Y / N ] if she started at my apartment for the night. To my surprise she yes! If chuuya now about this will be the end of me.  Also I have get new cou
A few years of waking to Dazai apartment. [ Y / N ] feel something warm. She never had any feelings for a long time. She feels safe with Dazai & chuuya. But there was the other feeling that when she with Dazai her cheek turn pink. And her heart skip a beat when she with him.
" well we're here " I opened the door for [ Y / N ]. " you can make your self-" I my word got cut off by [ Y / N ]  hugging me. " thank you for saving me,"  she said with a smile.  I hug her back. " no problem belladonna." I said smile a bit . . . . . . . . . . . . Days have passed. [ Y / N ] told dazai about her ability. And how dangerous it is. It came to the collusion to not join the port mafia. Each day and chuuya came to the dazai apartment to see how's [ Y / N ] doing. • • • • • The day that Oda dead. Dazai was planning to confess to [ Y / N ]. But [ Y / N ] end up the confession to her love with him in the first place.   Later at night dazai quite the port mafia and took the [ H / C ] girl so they can become lovers & started in a new chapter for their life together. . . . . . . So , they can have that ever  happy ending..... . . . . . . . Five After a few days people started to commit suicide.. nobody now why ... but only one new what is going on . And  that  person is name  [̸Y̸/̸ N̸ ]̸ [̸ L̸ /̸ N̸ ]̸ .̸
❝ chapter 1 : the day that I meet you end ❞
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A / N:  in the next chapter there will be more details about the reader's ability!  :'D  also here some fluff with dazai 
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mintyfrosty · 4 years
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To everyone who reads this,
I quickly want to say thank you for all of the support lately. Really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I'm back at school now so I can't draw digitally that much. So it'll just be posting some more rambles and some traditional sketches as of now. But anyway, once again, thank you so much.
Alright. Let's talk about how Reginald became chief.
be sure to read https://mintyfrosty.tumblr.com/post/627309173522251776/rubs-hands-together-alright-lets-head-canon before here ^D^
So, where we left off, Righty (Right Hand Man) had gotten himself "officially" into the toppat clan. And, really awkwardly, since Reginald had no idea where to go from here (since he acted with panic), proceed to take Righty to his room and let him sleep on the couch there. Yes, he has a couch in his room (but it's the one that is used more for presentation than actual sitting), since, one thing I like about the Toppat's is that they will be incredibly fancy and over the top for presentation and not actual functionality. And seeing that he had no choice in the matter, Righty decided to make himself comfortable in the place.
Meanwhile, Reginald was stressing out of his mind, since new Toppats were a darn big deal and bringing a brand new person in without any introduction was very suspicious. Good to mention also that he's still a teenager, which didn't look go for him or his family name. And he most certainly didn't want to risk ruining his family name because he panicked. However, he was to come up with the idea "Hey! You could be my right-hand man!", which didn't go well with Righty. But after hearing the counter-argument that he would be thrown off the ship if he wasn't a toppat, that option didn't seem too bad. But, Righty made sure that Reginald knew that the moment he could leave, he would. Reginald took that fine; it was fair. So, to try and compensate for the bad situation, he gave Righty complete freedom of the ship so it felt like he wasn't trapped.
Something that I won't go into detail about but I found extremely funny is Reginald teaching Righty how to be Toppat. Since, as I've said before, Righty came from quite a poor family and couldn't care less about manners. So, Reginald went through a crash course of how to dress, table manners (like using cutlery), how to respond to the higher-ups, how to speak (Right didn't pay much attention to that one), etc. You get the idea. Insert a musical number of Reginald singing on how to be a Toppat (don't lie, he would).
Around a year later, and Righty got much more comfortable with the place, a Toppat meeting was called involving all toppats and Reginald had to practically drag Righty there. Fancy dinners and meetings were NOT his things. Anyways, the chief tells the toppats about the Romanian Ruby that they wanted to steal it, and the Copperbottom's immediately jumped at the opportunity. Which meant both Reginald, his parents and Righty. The plan was simple; Reginald's parents cause a distraction whilst Reginald and Righty snatch the ruby and make a run for the ship. And one long, tiring heist later involving Reg and Right saving each other back to back, they managed to get the Ruby and made a run for the ship. But Righty didn't run for the ship, hesitated if you will. With the Copperbottoms bolting for the ship and not paying attention to him, Righty could've easily made a run for it away from the Toppats. And so, he made a run for it, filling the declaration that he would leave as soon as he had the chance.
Or that was until Reginald got shot. Not with a bullet; just a stun gun. And suddenly, the choice was in front of him. Abandon the Toppats and leave Reginald to be captured, or run in and save his ass. And of course, after a year of being his right-hand man, Reginald was more than his boss. He was his friend. So, with a final sigh, Righty got Reginald out of harm's way and the heist was a success. After about an hour of recovery, Reginald, saying nothing, led Righty over to an escape pod, saying how he was honoured that Righty risked his life for himself and the clan and was offering a chance to leave with Reginald taking the blame. Most shockingly, however, Righty refuses saying "being your right-hand man is much better than a boring life solo on the street.". And so it was official. Righty became Reginald's, right-hand man.
Years past, with Reginald and Right Hand Man, equipped with their lovely staches, the two of them were making quite the name for themselves in the Toppat Clan, being two of the most successful operators. But then, everything came crashing down. It's been hinted at and implied in the game's canon that Terrence Suave (The Cheif before Reginald) was one of the world chiefs the whole clan had ever seen. And this night was the final nail in the coffin. The previous day, there had been an unsuccessful raid against the government, which resulted in leaked information of the Toppat's flight route (which was the fault of Chief Terrance but left the clan uninformed). And so, under the veil of night, the government launched a raid on the airship. 
Vastly underprepared, the clan went into panic mode, fighting for the clan's safety, many getting killed or captured in the progress. Reginald, being on guard at the vault, was not expecting the sudden flood of soldiers and immediately called for help (again, Reginald was as weak as bones.). He was able to shoot a couple of soldiers down with his gun before eventually being cornered. But of course, Righty came to his rescue and with their strengths combined, they were able to fend off the vault. And then, the clan went quiet. Shaken, the two exit to see what damage had done.
The Toppat had been successful and defeated the government raid, but only at the cost of hundreds of their members. The Toppats that survived had cut the Toppat population in half, much mourning over the loss of their family and friends. Not the least of which being Reginald's parents. Whilst Reginald grieved over the loss of his parents, Righty (of course, after giving him support) looked to the surveillance footage and found that Chief Terrance had leaked the piolet information and left in an escape pot when the raid began. And you wouldn't believe the anger the entire crew felt when that information was revealed. And so, with an iron fist, Reginald made a declaration to when Terrance returned, he would be dethroned as the Toppat leader (similar to the Toppat Civil War intro). When the escape pod returns with the chief inside, the entire clan is immediate start screaming at how unlawful eh was an unloyal he was to the clan. Reginald, sitting in the chief chair with dramatic spin and the cliche "so you've finally arrived" IDK XD
Reginald proceeds to go on a rant, speaking for the people of the Toppat, announcing his dethronement and that he was rejected as leader of the Toppat clan. And of course, the chief didn't take that well. And taking advantage of how physically weak Reginald was, Terrance tackled him to the ground, sending the two flying through the windshield. Reginald, hanging onto the railing of the airship for dear life, met with the chief crunching his finger under his boot only for Righty to shove him off, grabbing the top hat off his head as the previous chief fell to the ground. And after saving Reginald from the same fate and the two walkings back up to the main area, Reginald wore the hat of the previous Toppat chief, claiming his dedication to the Toppat clan and leader with his right-hand man.
Small Bonus:
Shortly after Reginald's crowning, the new chief immediately went into mourning. Something else I want to mention about Righty and Reginald's dynamic is their personality. Righty's a very hard shell and often uses his fists rather than his words, or doesn't speak much at all. Reginald, on the other hand, is an overdramatic drama queen, who would monologue just for the sake of hearing his voice. And so, the best Righty can over is trying his best to be moral support, even though he had no darn idea what he was doing. Mostly hugs.
And that, everyone, is 2nd part of the Reginald and Right Hand Man origin story, headcanon by MintyFrosty.
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radioactive-mouse · 4 years
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Should You Fight Them: Yogscast Edition
Xephos: this GREATLY depends when in the timeline you’re fighting him. do not fight regular xephos he doesn’t deserve it and you’ll definitely win but lalna and honeydew will obliterate you after. yoglabs xephos? PLEASE. oh PLEASE PLEASE FIGHT HIM. you’ll lose but just decking him once would be so worth it. break that nerd’s nose.
Honeydew: why. he doesn’t deserve it and you’ll lose. he’s very nice and kind and doesn’t deserve this harassment.
Lalna: absolutely fight him. he deserves to be punched every once in a while. you’ll survive because he’s a scrawny nerd but your base won’t when he gets his hands on some missiles later. it’s probably worth it though. bonus points if you’re fighting magic police lalna because you WILL win with basically no repercussions and he WILL deserve it.
Sjin: fight sjin. you’ll win but you will also be obliterated by sips afterwards. but PLEASE fight sjin. he absolutely fucking deserves it.
Sips: likewise you should fight sips only he will throw you through a wall. also wounding him emotionally would pay much higher dividends.
Rythian: OH. OH YOURE JOKING. RYTHIAN WOULD FUCKING DESTROY YOU. last time someone someone tried to fight rythian he went on a revenge driven rampage that could only be stopped by his best friend almost beefing it. also why would you want to fight rythian this man has so much on his plate. do not fight rythian.
Zoey: WHY. it wouldn’t even be satisfying because she’s not fighting back and rythian is going to kill you after. why would you fight zoey you fucking monster.
Nano: are you kidding me she’s the worst option on this list. because yes, you will win but she didn’t do anything to deserve it, you will be cursed later, and lalna will turn your home into a crater. do NOT under literally ANY circumstances fight nano.
Parvis: you fight parvis and die instantly. please do it though.
Strife: ok now YES you should fight strife but you need to like, pay him to fist fight you and then you’ll probably win. if you fight strife out of nowhere he takes out his atomic disassembler and ends you and then continues going about his day. fight strife but organize it.
KirinDave: you cannot fight kirin. you can fight sunless kirin but youll lose all of your blood. all around kind of a bad idea.
Lying: can’t fight them if you can’t find them.
Ridgedog: you should fight ridge because he deserves to be punched and he’ll probably think it’s funny and let you live. tell him it was just a prank bro and you’ll be fine.
Ravs: don’t fight ravs you’ll win but he did nothing to you
Nilesy: kick him in the shins but don’t actually fight him. just be like, mildly annoying.
Lomadia: WHY would you fight lomadia. youll lose the fight and you’ll be so, SO cursed for the rest of forever. you evoke lomadia’s wrath for no reason at all and your life is permanently ruined. do not fight lomadia.
The Hats: you should fight all of them because they enable each other and you’ll win but mostly just fight smiffy
Bonus:
Teep: why would you fight a dinosaur with a gun. do you have a death wish.
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amadeus-draws · 4 years
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have you ever just looked at Zane’s design and his overall characterization beyond being the goofy drunk irishman? the things he DOESN’T say are almost as interesting as the zany things (ahem) that come out of our favorite operative’s mouth:
his jacket's probably something of his own design, and has what looks to be armor plating lining it (especially around the neck and upper chest; gotta protect your vital areas!) and mesh lining for ventilation around his arms--just a cool detail
the little digistructor (at least I think it is?) mounted on his shoulder for the drone is also armored and heavily padded, because this guy takes good care of his little bud 
wouldn't be surprised if that bodysuit he wears under his shirt is something he kept from his black-op days or stole when he was an active operative
said bodysuit also looks reinforced behind the neck and on the shoulders 
between the armor in his jacket collar and the armor on the bodysuit, his neck is stupidly well-protected from things like attacks and explosions from behind, because he needs to be prepared for anything at any time
the bodysuit design actually reminds me a lot of the various sneaking suits in the Metal Gear series, where some provide physical augmentation (ie, synthetic muscle tissue), exert pressure to control bleeding from injuries, etc on top of just acting as armor
let's not forget those dope trigger-finger gloves, with the textured tips on the fingers for extra grip, the thinner perforated material over most of the palm for ease of flexing the hand (which also looks well-worn and even has cracking in the texture if you look closely), and the padding on the lower part of the palm because having a very secure grip on a gun is nice 
so I'm REALLY reaching a bit here, but you ever wonder about that gun holster on his hip? I mean everyone and their mother has a holster for their shit, but Zane has that nifty high-tech looking one that rivals that of Jack and Lorelei... AND they're all connected to high-tech companies (Hyperion and Atlas respectively). kind of makes you wonder where and how he acquired his gear in general; did he steal these things? keep them from his jobs? get designs for them and/or make them himself otherwise? maybe buy them with the decent amount of money he probably has?
have you SEEN this guy's reflexes, perception, and PHYSICAL STRENGTH? he's obviously not young anymore and past his physical prime--WHEW geEEeeEz and all--but he friggin manhandles a bandit and throws him clean out a window in the opening cinematic, effortlessly tosses a guy into a dumpster in his character trailer, manages to get a guy that’s twice his size and bulk off the edge of the cliff in the same trailer, doesn't even turn around to acknowledge the big mofos coming behind him in the Let's Make Some Mayhem and We Are Mayhem trailers before swapping places with his clone, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY... 
in the E3 We Are Mayhem trailer, he manages to deploy his drone, quickly swap between two guns, deploy/trade places with his clone, AND kill 5 mechs ALL in the span of FIVE SECONDS (with an extra backstab on the last guy to boot), with extremely precise and controlled movements; i personally think this is probably one of the best demonstrations of the fact that this is a guy who had black-ops/military training on top of having just killed countless people over the last few decades
and sure, maybe that earpiece might enhance his hearing or some crap and you can probably hear those big guys coming from a mile away but STILL!
I’m not gonna touch the Happy Together trailer because that is clearly an acid trip, but if he actually IS shooting guys without even looking at them WHILE DANCING........ I mean jesus christ, no wonder he’s so deadly
"flamboyant spy man" SHOULD be one of his middle names, given his dramatic hands-behind-his-back pose in the opening movie, his chin-on-hand main menu pose, and that James Bond-y pose he has in the character selection menu
now I'm not saying bandits are thirsty for Zane, but I find it hilarious that they're constantly babbling about how THE GEEZER is good-looking (pretty boy!) to the point of even asking what the hell he uses to look so good (the answer is NOTHING of course, he just looks that good), and most of the lower-tier bandits are probably in their 20s and up or something lmao
as far as family resemblances go, Zane and Baron share pretty similar hairlines (AND SIDEBURNS MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL), facial structure (them cheekbones), the squinty-eye deal, and that default stern, perma-grump facial expression (or “sour disposition” as Zane’s in-game description calls it)
AND BONUS SHIT: he has the wildest little ECHO animation of the VHs when you use the Quick Change station, with him swapping to a full length cloak and his wanderer head (the rice hat with a full gas mask) while everyone else gets slightly less dramatic clothing swaps. because even the friggin little pixel animations for him have to be fun! 
Bit of a digression, but I always found it funny how his enemies poke fun at him for being old--I personally imagine him to be probably in his 40s at the youngest--when he isn’t super old by most measures (ffs, full head of hair, not a hint of a receding hairline, and still has color in his hair... friggin Wainwright looks comparatively ancient), BUT! 
we know he’s 1) a guy who’s probably been in active combat most of his life and we know life tends not to be long for people like him, and 2) actively being hunted down with at least 36 bounties on his head based off his on-down dialogue
the probability of him managing to live long isn’t all that great, and it’s kind of interesting to think about why bandits call him an old guy: he IS an old guy by virtue of life being short in the galaxy, especially for someone still in the fight
I mean most of the older people we see in the BL universe are usually either civilians or people who’ve been out of combat for a while, like Mr. Blake, Dr. Zed, Crazy Earl, etc
Zane’s pretty much a unicorn in the BL universe, and i for one think his longevity is a testament to his skills and ability to survive (with help from Lady Luck of course); even he’s not sure how he’s managed to live as long as he has in another of his cripple quotes
just so you get an idea of how long this guy has stayed alive, he’s outlived older brothers Baron and Captain by 12 (5 years between BL1 /BL2 plus 7 years between BL2/BL3) and and 7 years (from BL2/BL3) respectively
ANYWAYS YEAH, Zane is just a really interesting character both upfront and when you read between the lines, I dunno how you guys feel hahah
in other news, i’m actually going back in for my second playthrough to collect all them tasty Zane deets i missed the first time around and making my way through the DLC... stay tuned for more Zane ramblings!
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ceasarslegion · 4 years
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Musical theatre and marching band should be accepted as respectable sports
No, no, I'm serious. This isn't the theatre kid or center snare drum at high school pep rallies in me talking. They should be taken seriously as athletics and treated with as much respect. They're glossed over and underfunded and treated like throwaways because nobody within their circles seems to grasp how hard they are, or how much trained skill they take, or how much dedication they need, because they don't look like the brute strength of other athletics.
I was never very good at brute strength. I always fell on my face in gym class and struggled to even get a hold of the rope we had to climb. But different people are built for different things, it's a mammalian survival thing, and what I was good at were endurance and agility. I can run, you guys. I can jump, and I just don't fucking stop. I have excellent coordination and spatial awareness, I was always the last man standing in dodgeball because it was based on speed and coordination and endurance. Maybe I can't deadlift 50 pounds without using my legs, but you could strap 50 pounds of equipment to my torso and tell me to perform for 2 straight hours in a 5-layer peacock suit in the 40 celcius heat, all the while keeping perfect time, recalling extremely complicated drum scores in my head, and improvising in time when the basketball team decided to interact with us, and I could. That's what marching band is, you guys. That sounds hard, yeah? Because it is. And it's absolutely draining. Your whole body hurts after a performance, those harnesses like to dig into pressure points because they tend to be metal and heavier than your actual instrument in the case of us drumline guys, the actual performance feels like 4 workouts in a heat-trapping uniform that is not conducive to the amount of sweat you WILL collect, and the shit you do to prep beforehand is nuts. There's no room for being out of shape in something like that. If you've ever been in marching band, you've probably had a moment where you all slipped off your dumb-looking hats in the school bus after a performance and laughed at each other because everyone looks like they just showered and forgot to bring a towel. Bonus points if your coach made a comment about how you all smelled like shit. Ours used to bring a bottle of axe just to blast into the radius around him while we all tried to hug him.
And musical theatre isn't much better, either. I ran with this group for 2 years after high school, which was basically a cast of wonderful people who are dedicated to bringing broadway to the middle east, because we didn't get much of that out there. Every year we did 4 shows: 2 proper off-broadway spectacle acts, and 2 low-budget revue shows to raise money for the future expenses of those belty emotional boys. During my tenure with them, we knocked out 9 to 5, Sister Act, Newsies, and Anything Goes. Now, I don't know if y'all have ever seen these shows, but, uh... good fucking god. I need to point out that this was not mine nor anyone else's primary job, because we were a nonprofit. We didn't get paid. We showed up every other weekday from 7 to 10, and then an 8-hour session every saturday. Because we had to knock out shows that had the choreography of gods in 3 months. We spent 2 weeks memorizing the vocals. That's it. 2 weeks. Then we had to move on to choreography, which was so physically demanding that if I didn't have a desk job at the time where I only left to go to press conferences, I would die. I'd stumble into work on burning calves and aching feet every morning after rehearsals. Sometimes I'd just lose my voice for the entire day because I blew it out on a belt in Seize the Day the night before. Don't even get me started on how bad I was when we did Sister Act, because I had a major role. I was Curtis, because it was funny to cast the babyfaced ginger who's 90 pounds soaking wet as a feared crime lord. Because I had to stay for extra time, considering I'm a very firm belty tenor and I implore you to listen to how much he growls in When I Find My Baby. A bitch couldn't speak outside of rehearsal. And y'know how in other sports they tell you to mind your breathing? We don't get that. Your breathing minds the song you're singing, and you better keep dancing or the whole number's fucked, so take a deep breath before you run on. Don't fuck up the belt, now. If you watch the tap numbers in Anything Goes or even just the general everything about Newsies, I want you to imagine learning those entire shows in 3 months on top of a full-time job and then going through tech week and the 2 weeks we booked for production. What about that shit isn't a goddamn olympic-callibre sport??
Marching band and musical theatre are in no way things that just anyone can do. They are physically and mentally demanding. Maybe from an audience perspective they just look like coordinated dances and fun songs, but I guarantee that in every show you see, everyone's running on exhaust fumes. Stage makeup cakes for a reason, you guys. You can't see the exhaustion and sleep deprivation and total lack of complexion from eating like absolute shit for a week behind a thick layer of foundation, and just when we're all about to collapse, the lights go up and it's time for that big act 1-ending tap number. Oh, you sprained your ankle in the last one? Too bad, smile through it and give the people what they paid for. And the applause at the end while you gasp for breath is as addicting as heroin, so you'll keep coming back.
And then people have the gall to say they're not real sports. Is it because they aren't enough of a masculine wet dream for you? Makes you think.
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silverskeejee · 4 years
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FFXIV Write - Foibles
As a younger man, Mis’to didn’t drink. Then Othard happened and...well. These days, sake was always close by. Turned out, he just hadn’t found a brew he liked. Not the only thing that had bled into him from his Far Eastern days. He had gained a fierce appetite for noodles; enough so that he’d learned how to make them himself. Not as good as the master crafters of Kugane, but good enough that he was more than happy with his efforts. And everyone who came to the Steps, of course. But then, Mis’to had always been a bit of a sponge for the people and places he hung around. His accent had long blended into some odd pidgin of all the places of Eorzea (Limsa had had a particular effect); one could take a look at him and his clothing and see influence from all across his history; be that the tribal roots of his past, the places of his travels...and, yes, the ostentatious bombast of his red mage training.  With a faint smile he fetched his hat off, gently preened a feather back into place. Funny...he hadn’t planned on surviving to become a red mage. But here he was, and something of the flair of the school had worn off on him.  Probably the fault of his soul crystal. Seemed to respond better when he was  making a show of things; almost as if it was comforting to pretend to be a confident charismatic show-off with a nice red hat. Fake it until you make it. The nice red hat was just the bonus. Honest.
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sunflowersonthehill · 4 years
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Harry J. Potter and the Sorting Hat (really long post)
‘Hmm,’ said a small voice in his ear. ‘Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting ... So where shall I put you?’
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, ‘Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.’
‘Not Slytherin, eh?’ said the small voice. ‘Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it’s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that – no? Well, if you’re sure – better be GRYFFINDOR!’ (Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone, The Sorting Hat)  
I believe that everyone has talked about this scene at this point but I wanted to say something. The most important thing in this exchange of lines is that the sorting hat thought that Harry should be in Slytherin and Harry chose to “belong in Gryffindor,/ Where dwell the brave at heart,/ Their daring, nerve, and chivalry/ Set Gryffindors apart". Now I want to concentrate on the other things the hat says:
1.   Plenty of courage
If we want to stay on book 1 the first example that comes to my mind is the Troll scene. I know that the line between “bravery” and “stupidity” is really subtle but:
“Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: he took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll’s neck from behind. The troll couldn’t feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry’s wand had still been in his hand when he’d jumped – it had gone straight up one of the troll’s nostrils.” (Hallowe’en)
Yep, that was very stupid, but Hermione was crying, the fear froze her and he did the first thing he could think of in that moment to protect her.
There are so many more moments, but my favourite is in Deathly Hallows when he acknowledged that he had to die.
Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive. His job was to walk calmly into Death’s welcoming arms. [...] Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought that it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death. […] This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery. (The Forest Again)
2.   Not a bad mind
Ok, we all know that harry is not a Ravenclaw because of a lot of things but his mind is still really great and, sometimes, is fast. He IS smart:
‘Stop moving!’ Hermione ordered them. ‘I know what this is – it’s Devil’s Snare!’ ‘Oh, I’m so glad we know what it’s called, that’s a great help,’ snarled Ron […].
‘Shut up, I’m trying to remember how to kill it!’ said Hermione. […]
‘Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare ... What did Professor Sprout say? It likes the dark and the damp –’
‘So, light a fire!’ Harry choked.
‘Yes – of course – but there’s no wood!’ Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
‘HAVE YOU GONE MAD?’ Ron bellowed. ‘ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?’ (Through the Trapdoor)
Ok, of course he is not Hermione-solving-Snape’s-potion-riddle smart but in the Goblet of Fire he answered correctly to the sphynx so... I can live with this and I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion, but I really liked DH Harry, really. I loved how he was able to interpret Voldy’s mind and how he solved the puzzle Dumbledore left him. I know he did some stupid things like take Mad-Eye Moody’s eye from the Umbridge’s door but come on... he couldn’t leave it there. But now an example:
‘Harry,’ […] Are you saying there’s a Horcrux in the Lestranges’ vault?’
‘Yes,’ said Harry. ‘Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we’d been in there; she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we’d seen, what else did she think we might have taken?
Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about.’
‘But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who’s been, places he’s done something important?’ […]
‘I don’t know whether he was ever inside Gringotts,’ said Harry. ‘He never had gold there when he was younger, […] ‘I think he would have envied anyone who had a key to a Gringotts vault. I think he’d have seen it as a real symbol of belonging to the wizarding world. And don’t forget, he trusted Bellatrix and her husband. They were his most devoted servants before he fell, and they went looking for him after he vanished. He said it the night he came back, I heard him.’
[…] He probably told her it was a treasured possession and asked her to place it in her vault. The safest place in the world for anything you want to hide, Hagrid told me ... except for Hogwarts.’
When Harry had finished speaking, Ron shook his head. ‘You really understand him.’ (The Wandmaker)
3.   Talent
Now tell me that he is not a good wizard. In his third year he produced a Patronus, during his fifth year he taught DADA to other students and have you seen his O.W.L.S?
Astronomy A /Care of Magical Creatures E /Charms E /Defense Against the Dark Arts O /Divination P / Herbology E /History of Magic D /Potions E /Transfiguration E
They are good. He is not exceptional, but he is a very good wizard and we know the story behind Divination and History of Magic.
4.   Thirst to prove yourself
Ok, this I like very much. In my opinion, almost everything he does during this series is because he wants to prove others and himself that he can be, will be and is a good wizard. At the start he didn’t know ANYTING about magic, he didn’t even know that magic existed in the first place. Then someone told him that everyone in their world knew his name for something he didn’t remember he had done... I mean, is scary and he was eleven. He wants to belong in that world from the bottom of his heart.
‘... and until Hagrid told me, I didn’t know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort –’
Ron gasped.
‘What?’ said Harry.
‘You said You-Know-Who’s name!’ said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. ‘I’d have thought you, of all people –’
‘I’m not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,’ said Harry. ‘I just never knew you shouldn’t. See what I mean?’ I bet,’ he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, ‘I bet I’m the worst in the class.’ (The journey from platform 9 and 3/4 )
And at the end of the book
‘D’you think he meant you to do it?’ said Ron. ‘Sending you your father’s Cloak and everything?’ ‘Well,’ Hermione exploded, ‘if he did – I mean to say – that’s terrible – you could have been killed.’ ‘No, it isn’t,’ said Harry thoughtfully. ‘He’s a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don’t think it was an accident he let me find out how the Mirror worked. It’s almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could ...’ […] (The Man with two Faces)
Dumbledore said that the real power of Harry was to choose the good side after all that happened to him. For him to suffer meant to love again and again and to forgive bad guy after bad guy. I mean... HE TRIED TO REDEEM VOLDEMORT!
“But before you try to kill me, I’d advise you to think about what you’ve done ... think, and try for some remorse, Riddle ...’
‘What is this?’
Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. [...]
‘It’s your one last chance,’ said Harry, ‘it’s all you’ve got left ... I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise ... be a man ... try ... try for some remorse ...’  (The Flaw in the Plan)
He never wanted to be a Slytherin, he never wanted greatness, he never asked to be the hero, he had to be it because of a prophecy, because everyone wanted him to be it, because Voldemort made him “The chosen one”, “The boy who lived” and he became the hero everyone asked for.
Voldemort asked him if he wanted to join him in the PS:
‘SO WHAT?’ Harry shouted. ‘Don’t you understand? If Snape gets hold of the Stone, Voldemort’s coming back! Haven’t you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won’t be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He’ll flatten it or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts! Losing points doesn’t matter anymore, can’t you see? Do you think he’ll leave you and your families alone if Gryffindor win the House Cup? If I get caught before I can get to the Stone, well, I’ll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there. It’s only dying a bit later than I would have done, because I’m never going over to the Dark Side! I’m going through that trapdoor tonight and nothing you two say is going to stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?’ (Through the Trapdoor)
‘Don’t be a fool,’ snarled the face. ‘Better save your own life and join me ... or you’ll meet the same end as your parents ... They died begging me for mercy ...’
‘LIAR!’ Harry shouted suddenly. […]
‘How touching ...’ it hissed. ‘I always value bravery ... Yes, boy, your parents were brave ... I killed your father first and he put up a courageous fight ... but your mother needn’t have died ... she was trying to protect you ... Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain.’
‘NEVER!’ (The Man with two Faces)
Dumbledore himself said to Harry that he had some characteristics that Voldemort likes but Harry was loved by so many and so much and he knew that. Harry James Potter is the most not-Slytherin person on this planet, he is a true Gryffindor (maybe with a tip of Hufflepuff for his loyalty) ... change my mind.
Bonus:
‘It’s not a case of what you’ll permit, Minerva McGonagall. Your time’s over. It’s us what’s in charge here now, and you’ll back me up or you’ll pay the price.’
And he spat in her face.
Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand and said, ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’
As Amycus spun round, Harry shouted, ‘Crucio!’
[…] ‘I see what Bellatrix meant,’ said Harry, the blood thundering through his brain, ‘you need to really mean it.’
‘Potter!’ whispered Professor McGonagall, clutching her heart. ‘Potter – you’re here! What –? How- ?’ She struggled to pull herself together. ‘Potter, that was foolish!’
‘He spat at you,’ said Harry.
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Fantasy Granted for Essu
To commemorate Essu and I's staniversary, I made her a one shot. I tried changing up my writing style but failed at the end. I hope you guys enjoy this! Essu, I love you jagi!!
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Fantasy Granted for Essu
The cold air blasted my face as I swung the door open to the movie theater lobby. I had finished work a day early and decided that I should treat myself for a job well done. It's not easy working in South Korea but the thought of living alone and surviving on your own intrigued me enough to get on a plane to my dream country to live and work there. 
As I neared the counter, a guy was there, buying his own ticket. Maybe he's going to watch a movie alone like me. I caught myself staring at the tall guy. He was wearing an oversized winter coat and a baseball cap pulled all the way down. The hat pulled tufts of black hair down as they lead to the milky white skin of his neck. I snapped out of my daze as he moved away from the counter, seemingly finished with his transaction, his quick movements letting me get a waft of his cologne as he walked away. Damn, he smells good, I thought, smiling to myself. 
I stepped forward to buy a ticket only to find out that the movie I wanted to watch was sold out. The attendant offered a free seat on another movie, the horror one. I contemplated watching a horror movie by myself but I was adamant to treating myself with a movie so I said yes. No one knows me here, I justified, so I can scream without being judged. The attendant seemed pleased with the fact that I accepted her offer and gave me a free bucket of popcorn as a bonus for buying the last seat in that movie. I guess all movies are sold out today. I bought myself a drink before setting off to the theater. 
When I got there, seats were filled to the brim. It looks like I won't get to shout as much then. I start to find my seat, struggling to read the seat code as the theater is already dark and is now playing trailers before the movie. I found my seat and sat down but stopped at the familiar scent that lingered in the air. I turned to my side and noticed that I was seated beside the guy I was admiring earlier. Okay, I said to myself, no funny business, he might be single and ask you out after the movie. I settled into my seat and began to get comfortable. 
The first part of the movie was harmful, it was just mostly the characters explaining the history of the cursed doll we were watching about but when it got to the part where it was all jumpscares, I was squirming in my seat. The guy beside me was flinching  but I still tried to maintain my composure by putting my hands over my eyes to shield myself from some parts of the screen. There was one part where I almost jumped into the seat beside me in shock. It was a jumpscare I was not expecting to happen and the guy in the seat beside me seemed as equally shocked as me. I said sorry and went back to my seat and tried to watch the movie in peace. 
The movie ended with me sitting at the edge of my seat, hands infront of my eyes and breaths ragged. I turned to my side to say sorry again to the guy I almost molested earlier but he was no longer there. Oh no, maybe he got scared of me. I frowned at the thought as I started to gather my coat and my purse and proceeded to get out of the theater. My phone rang as I reached the lobby. I looked at the screen and noticed that my mom was calling me. Gosh, even if I'm in another country, she could still reach me. I answered the call and greeted her hello but what she said after made me almost drop to my knees.
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A blind date! They set up a blind date for me?! The son of their korean friends was also in the same city as I was and they figured that they would set me up. I groaned at the thought of dressing up for a guy I don't even know. I went home with a heavy heart as I thought of excuses to refuse but I couldn't they're still my parents, after all. I opened my closet immediately as I got home. The sooner to get this over with, the better. 
I pulled out a black dress, you could never go wrong with a black dress. It was tight in the right places, tight enough to show my curves and wore a red trench coat over it. I wore black stilletos and put my hair up in a high ponytail. I wore a smokey eye and red lipstick to complete the look. I was going for the "I'm-too-sexy-for-you-look" to ward the guy away and leave me alone. I took my purse and went out the door to hail a taxi on the way to a hotel where he said we would eat dinner. He texted that with a winky face which caused me to roll my eyes. You ain't getting what you came here for, I thought as I texted him. I arrived at the hotel and went to its restaurant. 
I was escorted at a table where my blind date was waiting but I can't help but notice a long table next to ours filled with nine boys. They look more fine than this man I was about to have a date with, he looked a few years older than me but you can see from his smirk that he thinks that he's the finest man in the world. As we ordered our dinner, he was asking me stuff about work and the conversation was fine when I felt something brush against my leg. I dismissed the idea but it happened again. I looked at him quizzically and he raised his eyebrows at me as he smiled and bit his lip. 
I couldn't take it anymore and re-positioned my legs to stand up and go to the ladies room. When I stood up, he grabbed my arm too hard, causing me to wince. I struggled to let go from his grasp but he still persisted, insisting that I owe him something. After I obviously refused and begged to make him let go of me, the boys from the other table stood up, circled us and intervened. An impossibly tall boy tapped him on the shoulders and told him to let me go but he still wouldn't budge. Another boy with dimples clicked his tongue and grabbed both of our arms and yanked it apart. He yanked my arm so hard that I stumbled backward but I was caught by someone behind me. 
I stopped at his chest, even in heels, he's still taller than me and noticed the familiar smell that I was blessed with a while ago. I looked up at him as he wrapped his arms around me and asked me if I was okay. I gave him a small nod, still confused about the situation. We heard a shout from the guy who manhandled me earlier before he walked out of the restaurant. The other customers applauded as the boys invited me to their table to eat. They introduced themselves as a boy band I only hear about on the radio but one name stuck to me. The one I watched a movie with, almost sat on and caught me from falling earlier. His name was Hwiyoung.
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"Oh, so that's how you guys met!" the little girl infront of me said.
"Yes," I smiled, "and Daddy and I became official a year after. It was hard because he was an idol but I wouldn't have it any other way. That fateful day marked my happiest future." I replied.
"Hey guys! Are you done with the storytelling? Help me with these hotdogs here." Hwiyoung demanded from behind the grill. I stood up along with our two kids, a boy and a girl and got the paper plates from the table.
"You're really bossy, Youngkyun." I joked as I arrived beside him. He smiled and kissed my cheek as I squirmed from the ticklish peck.
"Eww, stop!" our daughter said. "I don't have to see that!" our son followed. We laughed and proceeded to the picnic table with our freshly cooked hotdogs.
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Roarin’ 20s
Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16866697
Word Count: 2732
Summary:  At Watford's 1920s themed Halloween Party, a few questionable choices are made. There's one unexpected, yet welcomed, result of teenage drinking. (POV Simon)
Carry On Countdown 2018 Day 11: Time
(Bonus art because I had to draw Baz in the pinstripe suit I’d mentioned)
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In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have dressed like Jack from Titanic.
Overall, there’s a number of reasons why. First, I look extremely dressed down compared to everyone else in this vamped-up overplaying for a student-run party. I don’t know how they managed to allow this to happen. Although, I doubt teachers really care to stop the majority of the student population taking over the courtyard and White Chapel for Halloween night. Especially not with the Humdrum off ruining the rest of the Magickal world.
Second, I think I picked the wrong time period, as Penny ended up lecturing me over the moment she saw this getup.
“1909, Simon! Some of the most powerful Mages in the world died on that trip! And that wasn’t even really close to the 20s!”
“Well, why didn’t they just make the boat not sink, then?”
“Because it would’ve revealed too much to the Normals, Simon. Merlin and Morgana, you’d think they’d see the entire ship levitate.”
Despite her tutting, I’m still standing here with straight ironed hair (don’t ask how I got a straight iron) and a half unbuttoned shirt with suspenders and trousers that sort of make me look like a 1800s beggar more than a 1990’s heartthrob. Thank Merlin for whatever kids snuck in the alcohol, because I’m nursing my second drink and I could give less of a fuck about the fact that I’m not really fitting this year’s theme. Instead, I’m thinking about things that I could theoretically do now without being tied down to Agatha.
It’s funny, because she’s in sight right now, seeming more out of place than ever, despite being properly dressed. She’s all set up like a flapper girl, all down to the single-feather headband and frilly bottom of her dress. She looks like a costuming department put that together for her.
I remember watching The Great Gatsby with her one year (she has a thing for DiCaprio), and looking at her now, she looks spot on like Daisy.
Wonder if I’ll have to sit across a pond with her and Baz living a posh life together with a bullshit green light blinking on my dock ‘til I’m finally shot dead.
Now I think of it, maybe I probably picked the wrong DiCaprio to come as...
Penny cuts my pool-death-daydreams short with a nudge of her elbow against my side. She’s got a big fur (“Faux fur! I wouldn’t dare use real fur!”) coat and one of those super smooth hats, which doesn’t quite accommodate her hair, even in a bun. There’s spirals of brown sticking out around the edges.
“How much have you had to drink?” she questions, narrowing her eyebrows at my drink as she adjusts her glasses. I just hold up two fingers, shrugging as I sway to the remixed obscure trap-jazz music. She just squints at me, seeming to try to decide whether or not to scold me before sighing and going to get her own drink.
It’s relatively boring; nothing’s really “happening”; drunk teens and dancing, mostly, until he decides to grace us with his presence.
Of all people, I’ve never known Baz Pitch to go to a student party, and in actual costume nonetheless. But, despite, that, here he is now, and in full getup.
I take back everything I’ve said about him looking like a vampire ever. Tonight, right now, he looks like nothing but an old-school gangster. Head to toe pinstripe tailored outfit, stuffy to the t and all color coordinated. Hell, he’s even got a pocket watch tucked from the part of his waistcoat. Part of me refuses to believe he just had that lying around, but another part of me has full trust that this is something he’s had hidden in his closet that I just haven’t seen and it’s driving me absolutely mad.
His head’s tipped up, his slicked, black hair staying set into place. The nerve of this prick, too; he’s got a cigarette dangling from his upturned lips, eyes shifting from side to side as he makes his way through the crowd of students.
Mind you, I’m using “makes his way” lightly; he’s practically parting a sea. Everyone in the bloody bottom floor of the chapel turns to get an eyeful of this arse. Fucking hell, he even gives a few people one of his long, cold stares just for safekeeping. Once he makes it to me, though, he just scans over me and gives me a bored look before opening his mouth for an expected taunt. “Not surprised you can’t count your years, Snow.”
I try not to step back, keeping my chin high as I keep a leveled eye. “Seems like you never take a second from being a villain, hm?”
His lip curls up into a smirk as he takes the cigarette from his mouth, tapping it onto my feet. “Pity, you’re even worthless in your fantasy dress-ups too. Couldn’t even survive some cold water.” He reaches around me, not breaking eye contact as he grabs one of the drinks. He pops its top, raising an eyebrow to me before coolly strolling off.
I exhale slowly, letting my chest deflate as blood rushes back through my limbs. “Tosser,” I grumble into my drink, taking a long sip as Penny stares at me for a minute.
“What the fuck was that?”
“What was what?” I respond quickly, maybe sounding a bit too defensive. I should finish this drink off.
“What was what?” She blinks at me incredulously, her mouth hanging open before she laughs. “Shit, I thought either of you was about to pounce each other, and I’m not quite sure whether it was to fistfight or to snog.”
I scoff, slamming back the rest of my drink before immediately turning for another. “I am not going to snog Baz,” I say aloud, maybe more for myself. No, wait, no not for myself; I already know I’m not going to snog Baz. Why in the world would I snog Baz?
I don’t dwell on that too long, opening my next drink and starting on it as I push myself into the crowd to dance.
There’s a lot of things I’m no good at, and sadly, dancing’s near the top of that list (next to talking and existing). Right now, though, I don’t care. I’m dancing with someone in the year below who urged me over, so I don’t think I really have to care anymore. The glow of the party lights and the thump of music in my feet drag my thoughts away.
Someone taps my shoulder as I pull myself away, catching my breath. It’s Sophie, a girl from our year, who’s holding a scarf and grinning at me. “Simon..?” She drags, smiling like she’s got some secret to share. Except there’s a scarf in her hands.
“What’s up, Soph?” I ask, leaning against the table. I finished my third drink not too long ago.
She flutters her eyelashes at me, offering the bandanna. “We may be playing seven minutes in heaven and I know you and Agatha broke up, so…”
Am I thinking? No. Absolutely not. I’m grabbing the bandanna, shrugging and saying “Why not?” as I tie it on myself. I don’t even gauge Sophie’s reaction, I just go for it and spread my arms out. “Lead me to my fate.”
I hear her giggle. “Alright,” she says somewhat weirdly (alright, maybe I should’ve thought about this).
Definitely should’ve thought of this, because now she’s pushing me forward, where I bump into people occasionally before I’m walked into what’s definitely a utilities closet, nudging into someone else before the door shuts.
It’s dark as shit. I can’t see anything, but I can definitely feel. I feel the beat of the music outside, I feel the swirling of my brain (if I could see, I’d be looking sideways). I feel the hands of someone against mine, their fingertips brushing against me.
Their breath is soft against the muffled outside of the party, coming out in soft puffs by me.
I sort of instinctively think ‘she’, but I’m not quite sure. The way their breath’s hitting me, I think they’re taller than me (and I don’t know too many tall girls in the school. Granted, there’s roughly three, but still…) They’re definitely drinking too; I can smell it on their breath. Fermented, like cider, but their scent's mixed with something so familiar, so everyday that I can’t even pin it down. It makes me feel like I’m back in my bedroom.
Their hands close around my wrists as I tumble towards them, knees wobbling and heart racing. This was probably a shit idea. I should’ve probably said no, but I can’t care too much right now, and I actually want this right now. My arms grasp out and feel the fabric of a suit. I think my mind might be playing tricks on me now because I’m grabbing the suit jackets and yanking whoever this is closer. The thought of Baz flashes through my brain, but I try to will it away. It’s just a suit jacket; there was plenty of people wearing suits.
Now, I usually think of myself as a straight man. I think. Or, really, I don’t think. I’ve never snogged a bloke before, but the breath near my forehead’s driving me nuts and there’s something in my bloodstream telling me to not think and just go for it.
Who knows, maybe I’m not straight.
I slam my lips forward gracelessly and start kissing and oh, definitely not a girl. My hands rest on the smooth dress shirt and I feel slight muscle over a masculine chest.
He presses back against me, stumbling us back towards the back of the closet wall as his arms drape over my shoulders. I break back, feeling his breath on my face as I open my eyes to still find darkness. I wish I could see. I wish I could know why this feels right. Part of my mind is filling in Baz's features as my fingertips graze the skin of this bloke's face, but I'm nearly sure I'm imagining it. I try not to dwell on why I'd be imagining me kissing Baz, though; his face just sticks in my mind.
While my hand presses to his cheek, I find that he’s still got his blindfold on. I leave it, a little too scared to cross that intimacy line (suppose I’ll find out before he does, when the door opens for us again).
There’s not much of a pause, though, because he’s going at it again, snogging the breath out of me as his hands travel. They push aside the fabric of my mostly undone shirt, straining the bottom few buttons. Long, bony hands trailing against my skin and flattening against my chest. Without hesitation, I press forward, hands pushing into his hair and kissing him with every ounce I can really give right now.
This feels right. This feels so, inexplicably right. I push my hands into his hair, letting myself grip it lightly. Soft, slightly gelled down strands running through my fingers as I urge his head closer. This even smells right; he smells so comforting; like a candle I’ve had burning next to me for years. He tastes lightly of cigarettes, and he’s much cooler than Agatha ever was, but it doesn’t matter. He’s all I want right now.
A hand cups his jaw while the other stays locked in his hair, tugging at the strands and urging him onwards.
Neither of us tread anywhere below the belt. Seems too risky, too stupid. I’ve been drinking too much (who knows how much he’s had) and it’s not worth being that stupid. Fuck it, if it works out well, we won’t really stop after this. I don’t fancy myself as a romantic, but I also don’t fancy myself as someone to snog the life out of someone just to leave them.
As our lips part, his resting against my jawline, there’s a rattling knock to the door, giving us a few seconds to break apart before it swing open. The soft, changing lights of the party filtering into the small room and gives everything a harsh glow.
And there he is. Alll six feet (give or take) of him; slicked back hair, pinstripe suit, cheekbones to kill.
Tyrannus Basilton fucking Grimm-Pitch.
I stand slack-jawed, leaning against the wall we’d just been up against as he slowly lifts his blindfold off, staring at me with an expression I don’t think I’ve ever seen on him; guilt, and maybe a little fear.
He’s not angry, though. He’s nowhere near angry, but in the falter of his stone-cold persona lies this scared teen that looks away the moment we lock eyes. Before I can even form a coherent word, he’s pushing past whoever’s holding the door.
By the time I gather my thoughts to follow him, he’s mostly nudged out of the room and ends up slamming the doors open to the courtyard.
It’s frigid when I get there. Most people migrated to pack into the Chapel, but Baz isn’t interested in mingling. He’s going in whatever direction the crowd’s not, making me push through clusters of people as I shout his name.
It takes a solid distance for us to stop, hanging at least five yards apart from each other as he whips around, staring at me with wet cheeks. I feel my magick bubble and spill, working as an almost fog between us; I want him closer. I want to know what he’s thinking.
I can only really figure out one thing to ask right now.
“Did you know it was me?”
His jaw sets, arms crossing defensively over his chest as he stiffens. “Of course I did.” His voice cracks mid sentence. “I always know its you; I can feel your magick from a mile away.”
“Then why didn’t you stop?”
He huffs, laughing so bittersweet that I step forward on impulse. I want something that I’m not even sure about. “You’re so fucking thick, Snow,” he grumbles.
“You could’ve stopped me, Baz. I--we--”
He just stares silently as his arms drop, exposing his chest and his heart; exposing more of himself to me than I could’ve ever imagined. He’s so vulnerable, so weak. It's like he wants me to do something. Kiss him or kill him, he looks like he’d stop neither.
“That felt right,” I say, heart hammering in my chest. What the fuck did I drink? “That felt really really right, Baz.” Cross that, I don't think it's anything I drank.
“Don’t say anything you don’t mean, Snow.”
I swallow, eyes locked on his as I exhale slowly, trying to keep myself steady. “A lot of things don’t make sense to me,” I start, deserving me a cocked brow. I close my eyes, trying to continue. “There’s a lot that I’m clueless on, and there’s a lot that I just ignore, but Baz, that’s something that felt right. And I don’t really know every word I’m saying right now, and I don’t drink a lot so I’m feeling a little fucked up, but I’m still absolutely sure that that was right.”
As I speak, the ground in front of me crunches in a slow, hesitant manner. It stops just short of where I'm standing, the sound of Baz’s breath and the smell of home clinging to him as he stands. I dare myself to open my eyes, taking a moment to look up to him and swallowing any type of pride I’ve got left.
His cheeks are still streaked, jaw clenched shut, but lip quivering in the slightest. “Say that again,” he whispers after a minute, his hands stuck to his sides. I reach out, looping my fingers around his as I stare up.
“This was right.”
He lets out a shaky breath, looking down to me and taking what feels like an eternity to hold my hand back. “You need to get to bed and sleep this off.”
“I’m not going to sleep off feelings,” I huff.
“I know,” he utters back, causing my breath to catch as his hand lifts and pushes a stand of my straightened hair behind my ear. He leans in halfway, waiting for me to react as he whispers “Can’t sleep off mine either.”
Without hesitation, I close the distance.
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