#hunt only took about 3 minutes tho
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May i request headcanons for the vice dorm leaders with an gn!s/o who sleep walks? And sometimes wakes up in random places?
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
| Notes: Hi, anon!
I know that Ruggie isn’t a vice leader but I just wanted to include him. Yeah, I’m that shameless
Even tho it took so long (that’s the thing about long groups), the first thing I thought of was the places where the reader could wake up at. And that was the funniest part lol I mean, there’s such pretty weird choices here, definitely. Hope you like!
Also, there’s this debate whether only first-years have to share rooms or only dorm leaders have their own room but let’s just assume in this specific story that vice leaders have their own room too, maybe by the side of their leader’s ones just some sudden realization while writing almost the entire request
Thanks for the request <3 |
Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge x g!n reader who sleep walks / vice dorm leaders / headcanons / a bit of fluff / use of “you” pronouns
Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist
With Love, Sleepwalker
Trey never believed in coincidence or fate. If something happened, it was a mere consequence of a previous action. But he couldn't say exactly what happened that night. Trey felt a momentary pain in his throat and went down from the bedroom to the kitchen to make a hot chocolate, hoping to appease the discomfort a little with something warm;
Heartslabyul at night is strangely quiet. Red, black and blue wallpaper hallways surrounded by different decorations look monochrome under the evening shadows, losing their style and becoming monotonous. That's an impression Trey always had the few times he needed to walk around during the night;
When Trey turned on the kitchen light, he didn't notice anything special — he was still kind of sleepy. Before going to bed, he took some things off the main counter that was in the center of the kitchen, leaving only the recipe book and a plate of donuts for the students to eat and not open the refrigerator;
But the moment he went to get the milk, he felt something different when he deposited the box on the counter. Normally, the wood was hard but at that moment it seemed soft? Almost alive...? Trey then recognized you lying there, fully asleep and undisturbed, the empty donut plate full of crumbs on top of your belly;
Trey took a step back, trying to recover from his fright and then he saw the cookbook and its metal stand slumped to the floor. Well, he thought he heard some noise a few minutes ago but he assumed it was just an impression. So it was you all along? Have you walked from Ramshackle to Heartslabyul only to lie down in the kitchen?;
Once you commented that you had sleepwalking problems and sometimes, in these unconscious wanderings, you woke up in the most inhospitable and unexpected places. “Gracing us with a visit, huh?,” Trey asked, laughing softly, knowing you couldn't answer at the moment;
Trey felt sorry for you. He could only imagine the trouble that these crises gave and the worries that it must cause for you. Then, after a few minutes, he prepared two cups of hot chocolate and woke you up from your dream world. You seemed as surprised as he did to have woken up in such a place. But you thanked for the hot drink;
Trey promised to keep the incident a secret and you apologized for the inconvenience you caused. It actually livened up Trey's night a bit — and he told you that clearly. Finding you was never boring, something interesting always happened. You said goodbye at the dorm gate and Trey joked that you could come back literally any time you wanted;
And he really meant it. For the next few nights, Trey spent studying until a little later, slowing down his teeth brushing and always being aware of his surroundings, especially at evening, in case you suddenly appear — conscious or not. He just wanted to be able to spend more time with you. Also, as hard as it is to explain, it was a good feeling that he found a side of you that your closest friends maybe didn’t have seen yet;
One night, fate presented Trey with a new chance. He heard some flamingos quacking and upon meeting Riddle in the hallway, he promised he would check what it was. The half-alert, half-sleepy leader was grateful and let the vice go to the gardens. There Trey found the reason for all that chaos: you were lying in the middle of the garden, surrounded by hedgehogs and the flamingos seemed to judge your carefree way;
“Your dreams are going to be more comfortable if you lie on a couch, at least,” Trey said as he took you in his arms, scooped some grass and dirt out of your pajamas, and led the two of you into the dorm's lounge room. He laid you down on a sofa, covered you with a blanket and took a place for him in the closest armchair, where he could watch over your sleep until he himself slept too.
Ruggie didn't have much of a habit of staying up late, but that night he stayed in the dorm’s lounge until late to finish writing an alchemy report — which he couldn't finish earlier because he helped Sam tidy up the stash in exchange for a payment. The good news is that he would be able to buy a better dish in the cafeteria for lunch tomorrow;
However, as he was reaching the conclusion, Ruggie thought he heard a noise of footsteps. He wondered if any dorm students might be wandering around in the middle of the night, but he didn't bother to check anything out. He was not a bird to stick his beak where it was not called;
The noise suddenly stopped and was replaced by a thud that caught Ruggie’s attention even more. He sighed, giving up the report and looking out the window to check what should be happening outside. It was dark but, the Moon could show the silhouette of someone lying between the horns of the elephant skull of the front yard and at that moment, the breeze brought a smell that didn’t belong to that dorm;
More curious and shocked, Ruggie descended to confirm your presence in that rather unusual locality. He stared at you for a minute, bewildered. You were sleeping on the floor, arms around the two horns as if it were the arms of a throne. Comfortable as a stray cat sleeping in the trash. It was impressive;
Ruggie then remembered the sleepwalking problem you vaguely commented on once. He turned his head a little, holding back laughter. Well, from the way you were sleeping, you didn’t seem troubled. Ruggie crouched down and pulled your cheek, laughing a little when you woke up in an alert state. “Rather a hyena than a vulture, don't cha think?”;
You scratched your eyes, not yet fully awake to process Ruggie's jokes. He offered you his hand to get up and you went inside together, where he poured you a hot tea — which you expected to exist in that wild place. Ruggie and you chatted a bit, him still having fun at the expense of your awkward decision of place to sleep;
After you explained your condition better, Ruggie promised not to tell anyone about the incident. Since he still wanted to be close to you, he escorted you back to the Ramshackle and made sure you got to your bed safely. When he returned, he barely managed to complete the report because the image of you sleeping so adorably didn’t leave his head;
The next morning, when Jack passed by, he found it strange to smell a trace of your scent on the elephant skull and asked Ruggie if he knew anything. Ruggie gave an excuse that you stopped by the dorm to ask for help with your studies and he, as a good veteran and friend, decided to help you. Such a good deed made Jack give him a cute admiring gaze;
The two of you didn't get to touch on the subject of sleepwalking much more after that, but you kept talking normally. Ruggie finished the report but that night was unforgettable. If he could help you with anything — he would, really. That’s why, before going to bed, he would sweep the horizon with his eyes to check whether you would appear or not;
But all that caution didn't leave Ruggie sufficiently prepared for when your sleepwalking crisis struck again. He woke up in the middle of the night and went to have a snack in the kitchen when he caught your scent again. Keen ears and bright eyes, he sought your presence around the dorm’s ground floor;
And he found you sleeping near the lounge’s fountain. You were so relaxed, spread out on the ground like sand. Your snoring sounded low, mixing with the quiet noise of the small waterfall nearby. “Sleeping without worries,” Ruggie smiled to himself. He took you in his lap and left you lying on one of the chaise loungers nearby, taking the other to be next to you. Ruggie watched you sleep, a silly smile on his face.
The kitchen clock struck midnight. Jade sighed. A sigh that no one heard or could see because he was hiding in Octavinelle’s kitchen, having only his phone with the low light of the screen as a companion. Jade was distracting himself by looking at mushrooms while waiting for the mysterious dorm invader to show up so he could ambush him;
A few weeks ago, on different days, petty thefts happened in the kitchen stock, someone almost dived into the aquarium and found Floyd's secret stash of snacks. All this probably at late night, where there was no one in the lounge or walking around. Azul had Jade make the first night's round and Floyd would follow the next night;
Whoever it was, Jade should get explanations. In the worst-case scenario, bust the idiot who thought themself worthy of rudely enjoying the Sea Witch's dorm. They had questioned all the students and Jade revealed that none was the culprit. But who would be the affronter anyway?;
Suddenly, Jade heard the sound of a door being slowly opened in the distance. He put away his phone and sneaked into the shadows, careful, to approach the stranger with lazy steps. Then the person seemed to climb onto something and collapse right there. A snore was heard and Jade turned on one of the chandeliers to find that you were lying on top of one of the lounge tables;
“What a fun surprise,” Jade grinned. They say the sea welcomes anything but your presence was really unexpected. Jade soon connected the dots, as you were fast asleep and didn't seem to notice where you were. You once commented on your sleepwalking problem and the consequences it sometimes brought you;
At the end of the day, you took food from the fridge because you must have thought you were still in Ramshackle and the other time, instead of climbing into bed, you dipped just one of your legs into the aquarium that adorned the walls. And Floyd didn’t have the best hiding places for his things — the other students were only afraid to steal from him. If you woke up at some point after doing these things, it's something Jade would have to figure out later;
Or at that very moment. Jade touched your shoulder, shook you a little and eventually you woke up. The first thing you saw was a pair of amused heterochromatic eyes, Jade's smile revealing his teeth from end to end. That was the definitive snap for you to understand that you were in Octavinelle... as it happened previous nights;
You begged Jade for mercy, asking him to understand something you hadn't yet found a way to control. Jade laughed and offered your admission to his club in exchange for his silence. To Jade's continued surprise and fascination, you accepted without a second thought. In fact, you seemed happier than he expected. Interesting…;
The next day, Jade only informed Azul that he had taken care of the problem — or part of it. Azul was surprised, but not too perturbed by his vice’s vague comment. Floyd just didn't get why you showed up at Jade's club room that afternoon;
Saying Jade solved the problem wasn't necessarily a lie, just as it wasn't true. But he went on to do more research on sleepwalking to find a way to offer you assistance and began pinpointing patterns for your sleepwalking adventures. In any case, it wasn't a bother for him to suddenly find you at night;
Jade had worked overtime that day and stayed a little longer in the lounge’s room to tend to his newest terrarium. At a certain time, he got up and went to check the Mostro Lounge that he had purposely left unlocked. You were comfortably lying on one of the leather sofas, immersed in your own dreams. “I'll find you a better place to sleep, lovely shrimpy,” Jade hummed softly, like a lullaby.
Because of his life as the Asim’s family servant, Jamil was used to sleeping with one eye closed and the other open. Not literally, of course. But he was always on the lookout for any strange movement in the vicinity. A strange sensation woke him up suddenly and just to confirm that everything was fine, he left his room;
Sometimes Kalim couldn't sleep and kept wandering around Scarabia — that is until Jamil found him and put him back to sleep. But in a silent glance at the leader's room, Jamil saw that Kalim was sleeping soundly and peacefully. However, there was still something wrong in the shadows. Jamil closed the door and wandered around the halls a little more;
A short time later, he found the door to Kalim’s treasure room half-open. Would it be a thief or a murderer? Jamil swallowed hard. Even though the situation was different between him and Kalim after everything that happened, it wasn't like he could let a bad person try to kill him or hurt the dorm students. He needed to be careful and calmly resolve the situation;
With wand in hand, Jamil silently approached the treasure room and put his eye on the door’s crack to check what the situation was inside. Everything was dark. Should he assume that the thief was hiding or were they just stupid to do things on the shadows? Suddenly something touched Jamil and he almost died from a heart attack;
The magic carpet had touched his shoulder with one of its ends, calling him inside. Jamil frowned, wondering at that situation. The carpet then floated inside and turned on the light, while Jamil looked inside cautiously, half hidden behind the door. That's when he finally identified the cause of all that confusion;
Like Kalim, you were sleeping so soundly that you snored. And it was even surprising, considering that you were lying on a pile of gold coins and jewels. The magic carpet flew over you until it landed on your lap, like a blanket. You pulled it closer to you, turning to the side;
Jamil let out a sigh that he had been holding all this time. “It's not a thief or a murderer... just you. Good thing.” He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Jamil approached you, better observing your posture when sleeping. You had told him about your sleepwalking but it's the first time he's seen it up close;
You slept peacefully as if you were still in your bed in the Ramshackle, unaware of the completely different environment around you. Jamil ended up smiling, finding all that a little funny. Maybe that was because it was you. He lightly touched your face, then you woke up to the look of him staring at you. Were you still dreaming?;
Jamil led you into the kitchen for tea and explained his side of the story. You filled him with excuses, sad that you bothered him, and he listened to all this holding back a smile. You'd get cute worrying about him like that, just like when you're sleeping. Suddenly, you noticed that Jamil was looking away — you didn't notice that he was blushing;
A few more nights passed and Jamil began to give a redoubled look at Scarabia after dark. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he was looking forward to seeing you again. At the same time that he was looking out for sleepwalking things to help you — apparently hypnosis could help too — Jamil would like to witness you sleeping again;
And his wish came true on a given night. Jamil woke up for a moment to have a glass of water and got frightened when he saw you lying on the kitchen counter, stretched out like a sleeping tiger. He even forgot about his own thirst. “You’re really something, huh? Allow me to help then,” Jamil muttered as he took you in his arms, heading into the lounge where you could sleep peacefully on the cushions and tapestries and he could be by your side.
Rook didn’t have the habit of waking up in the middle of the night, among other things because this could be detrimental to the good sleep routine that maintains a lovely and healthy skin. But naturally, he had a light sleep and sharp ears for any unusual noise. What woke him up was a strange rustling of the leaves of a tree on the outskirts;
It may seem ridiculous to comment on this, but Rook was well aware of the natural sound that the wind made in the trees. It was like a lullaby from Pomefiore’s garden. But the sound he heard was completely different. So Rook got up, closed his robe, and ventured out into the night;
Arriving in the forest, he was guided by the bright light of the moon so as not to warn the possible invader of his appearance. Due to past experiences, Rook acquired a hawk eye even in the darkness and his instincts were better than any night vision goggles. Suddenly he stopped at a certain tree and looked up;
“Oh, mon Dieu, it's Trickster!,” Rook covered his mouth and laughed softly, noting the high point among the tree branches you had climbed to sleep. You were so adorable, all perched up there like you were a little squirrel from the woods or a panther — just to take care of a lost boy, well anyways. His heart weighed with the consideration he would have to wake you up;
Rook knew that you were a sleepwalker, and sometimes, going out for a walk alone at night, you woke up in different places from where you were supposed to be. But life is really full of adventures! And he was so happy to see you there, sure that something in your heart guided you to the beauty and comfort of Pomefiore’s trees;
Nicely, Rook climbed into another part of the tree and woke you up. When you realized where you were, the tree seemed to feel your real weight. So, you fell... or almost. Rook came to your rescue and held you in his arms before you got hurt. You wished that it remained a dream because a lot of headache would come if someone found out what was happening there;
Rook promised not to give a peep about it and, still with you on his lap, led you to the gates of Pomefiore for you to return safely and quietly to the Ramshackle. He said something about unfortunately not being able to keep up otherwise he wouldn't leave your side anymore and you were glad it was dark enough for him not to notice your flushed face;
Rook slept comfortably that night, delighted with the feeling of having held you in his arms and being able to hear your heart with his own. Your little sleepwalking accident awakened old and good memories. Ah, Trickster, you’re an impressive creature even in the small things!;
On a walk through the garden the next morning, some first-year students noticed something strange in the tree on which you had been sleeping. Rook dramatically appeared and took the blame, glorious and unashamed of his supposed fondness for staying up in the trees and talking to the birds in the morning. Epel was the only one who was taken back at first but decided to leave Rook be;
A few nights followed until your next sleepwalking through the school grounds, but until then, Rook always took a quick walk around the dorm, memorizing alchemy formulas and checking to see if you were there before he went to sleep. Even if you didn’t meet, he would be ready to receive you;
Maybe Rook will change your nickname to Prefect “Somnolent” at some point, though your big trick that time was to walk drowsily down the halls of Pomefiore and end up lying on Rook's bedroom rug, as snug and comfortable as a house cat. Rook took a picture of that moment and decided, for the sake of your spine, to put you in his bed. “Good night, mon amour,” Rook said as soon as he finished covering you with the blanket and kissed your forehead. He took his place on the carpet, satisfied.
The night was quiet in Diasomnia's dorm, everyone sleeping serenely while Lilia turned the night playing an online game. It was two in the morning when he took a break to stretch out and grab something in the kitchen to eat — he learned that it's part of the experience to eat some snacks while gaming. That's when he felt a strange presence around the castle…;
Lilia completely forgot about the snacks and went in search of the familiar presence that was climbing towards the roofs, also sending small bats to investigate the situation from afar. When Lilia arrived at the back of the castle, where the towers completed a circle and there was a stone terrace with gargoyles, he was relieved to find that it was just you;
Well... relief immediately gave way to surprise when Lilia took a closer look at you and saw that you were sleeping in the arms of a gargoyle with their hands outstretched. And you looked so comfortable there! Lilia soon remembered the time you commented on your sleepwalking and how sometimes you went out to walk asleep and woke up in strange places;
At least you were lucky enough to wake up in the old hospitable Diasomnia that doesn’t refuse entry to anyone, even people who weren’t invited to sleep there. Lilia laughed to himself as he watched you sleep for a while. Your sleep seemed peaceful and you snored. If no one knew you were there, they would think the gargoyle had come to life;
“Wake up, little human. Or the big bat will get you,” Lilia poked your cheek, seeing you resist the dream a little longer and then finally waking up. You got frightened to see him there and realize where you were. No wonder you were tired. You got out of Ramshackle and walked down the steps of that big castle until you got there;
Lilia, very understanding and entertained by the situation, offered you a hot coffee and the snacks he was planning to pick up in the kitchen. You accepted, awkwardly, not knowing what to do. If it was to have been discovered, you didn't want it to be Lilia. As much as he was tolerant of strange things, you didn't want to be a nuisance to him or end up making him think less of you — as if that was going to happen;
Actually, Lilia was more than happy to see you there and to have found you before everyone else. If it was Sebek, he would have woken up the whole dorm. Lilia, on the other hand, would keep this precious encounter in his own heart, grateful for your unusual visit during the night. In other conditions, this would be like the stories of knights visiting their beloved maidens and climbing the vines from the balcony counter. You only did it while sleeping;
After eating a little and having a hot drink, you felt sleepy again. Lilia offered to take you back to the Ramshackle with magic and despite your protests that he didn't need to worry, he veiled your journey and your sleep;
It was a little different from when he watched Silver sleeping when he was little. Lilia kept wanting you to sleep well and that nothing bad would happen, but it was a different kind of protectionism. He admired your sleepy expression, the soft play of your breath as if it were a song that only he knew how to appreciate;
In the nights that followed that, Lilia found himself checking your presence around the region, in case you had gone out to sleepwalk through Diasomnia again. Your instinct to not fall into the dorm’s moat was really impressive. But, more than concern, he wanted to see you again. It made him laugh with himself. At last old, dreaming like a young man;
One evening, Lilia was walking around nearby the thorn moat and found you lying at the dorm’s entrance, shivering with cold. He floated up to you and took you in his arms, smiling alone. “Come on, I'll get you a blanket and a comfortable bed, you incorrigible thing,” Lilia laughed softly. His bed might be a mess but it was good enough for you to continue your deep sleep.
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There are some really nice looking shiny pokemon that are probably really not fun to shiny hunt. I evolved a chansey once and was like "nice colors, must be hell to shiny hunt Blissey tho"
oh let me list some really good shinies with hell hunts. you can get most of these guys as masuda method but I personally dislike egg hunts and enjoy a good challenge. I plan on doing some of these eventually.
shiny starters in sun&moon and x&y. the goddamn cutscenes. tepig took me a year and those resets were only a minute. not higher on the list because of the 1/4096 odds
safari zone hunts. then again, since shiny hunters are crazy, safari week is a thing.
1% encounters in general (antique sinistea, wailord in gen 3), but specifically in swsh where there’s a complex setup which actually guarantees encounters
alternatively in swsh, curry encounters!! I rlly want to try one of these hunts
roaming legendaries in the older gens!
feebas in gen 3 & 4
anyway I love talking about shiny pokemon!! ty for the ask!!
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Brendan Hunt’s Post-Finale Reddit AMA (Part 1)
Because I have seen a lot of one-off screenshots and vagueblogging about this, but no compilation post, I figured I would compile all the canon-important questions Brendan Hunt answered in his Reddit AMA this afternoon, along with some light commentary. (If you want to look through the entire thing yourself, you can find it here:)
Let’s start with a big clarification a lot of people asked for and he answered twice: was the end montage a dream?
Tl;dr according to the writers, none of it was a dream. (Also RIP that book list, I’ve been curious about this before and tried to pull a full list from screenshots but I think we only see 3-4 of the books 😩)
On Beard & Jane.
So this is all very… YIKES 😬😬😬 (Except for the bit about Roy & Keeley, which honestly mostly feels like a non-answer other than “Roy needs to go to therapy” which: lol no kidding.)
On Ted & Rebecca.
Although I don't particularly ship Ted & Rebecca (tho I'm not against it either, I'm neutral in that ship war!) I understand why y'all are mad about these answers. The last one in particular feels like a retcon-y denial of some deliberate writing choices they made, whether or not they ever seriously considered having them actually end up together.
On Ted's Ending.
As someone whose largest problem with the finale (aside from the glaring Beard & Jane Of It All) can be summarized as "Major Issues With Ted's Everything," I'm gonna go ahead and chalk this up to just a major writing fumble, essentially. If people are asking this many questions about it, you needed to spell more of this out onscreen. Half of these questions could've been answered by having Ted actually have a real conversation with Rebecca in the stands instead of fucking SILENCE.
On Ted & Beard.
I mean, other than the drugs question (which is a very valid answer)...I guess?? Feels unsatisfyingly realistic to Actual Adulthood to me, personally, but sure, I guess.
On Dr. Jacob.
I am nothing but a disabled paralegal with Google, and it took me less than five minutes to locate KAR 102-5-12. Unprofessional conduct for Marriage & Family Therapists in Kansas:
(26) making sexual advances toward, engaging in physical intimacies or sexual activities with, or exercising undue influence over any person who, within the past 24 months, has been one's client;
(27) exercising undue influence over any client, student, or supervisee, including promoting sales of services or goods, in a manner that will exploit the client, student, or supervisee for the financial gain, personal gratification, or advantage of oneself or a third party;
(All emphasis mine.) So... we'll fall back on that "suspension of disbelief" for fiction, I guess?? Because he clearly violated (26) with Michelle and (27) with Ted.
On Roy, Keeley, & Jamie.
That fight and Roy doing "work on himself" absolutely could have happened earlier in the season, but... sure! I guess! (If I'm being charitable, I might say that he misunderstood the poly triad question since the OP worded it as a "triangle relationship" rather than actually using the words "polyamory" or "non-monogamy" but. He very well may have understood but just ignored that part of it! Who knows.)
1000% everyone should support the writers strike though, obvs.
(Continued in Part 2 since this is so fuckin long!)
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Venting, just having the words in front of me helps me process my own thoughts better.
Dylan and I might have just lost all our progress on house hunting again because of his dad.
His dad is the reason he's stuck in Texas in the first place. Offered a job at his dad's work, but then his dad took an entire YEAR to finally agree to it, all while telling Dylan that his family wouldn't help him get to work if he got a different job (and he made sure to tell his siblings and mom that they weren't allowed to take him either) even tho they're a 30 minute drive away from the nearest business and they're in the middle of nowhere. He also said that he and his mom weren't going to babysit, so he had to find a babysitter somehow with no money and no one to contact in the first place bc he doesn't fucking know anyone down there. And once Dylan got his car working again, HIS DAD STOLE HIS KEYS, ID, AND DEBIT CARD FOR 2 MONTHS. He found it in his DRAWER. Only reason he's working now is because his mom is charging him $800 A MONTH to watch her own grandchildren. AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN DO IT! Dylan's siblings do! His mom locks herself in her room and doesn't come out all day! SHE SAID OUT LOUD "What if I don't like my grandchildren?" "I'm not doing anything for the kids' birthdays or Christmas because it wouldn't be fair since my kids never got to do that" "your kids better leave me alone"
Dylan's dad is one of those super "alpha males" who has to control every aspect of everyone's life, and he makes sure NOT to let his kids (specifically, his sons) succeed at anything because it makes him feel inferior. I'm not kidding. He has done this every time Dylan has made progress.
Lemme tell you about just how abusive this man is.
He trapped Dylan's mom. He forced her into pregnancy back-to-back, told her she wasn't allowed to take birth control, told her no one else would ever want her because of her mom body, wouldn't let her drive until a couple of years ago and only allows her to do it with his permission and another person going with her to track her, doesn't allow her to have any friends at all, doesn't allow her to work or have her own money, etc. There's a lot worse things he does to her that I won't go into detail.
They had 9 kids. Nine. Most of them only a year apart. They didn't send any of them to school. They didn't homeschool them. They were specifically just farmhands. Literal slaves. He would stand and watch his kids do all the farming and then go kick them any time they stopped. They never had new clothes. They never had birthdays. Never had any holidays, actually. They had fake homeschooling stuff just in case cps stopped by. They weren't allowed to go to school or have friends because "he didn't want them going and saying bad stuff about him" (because he knew he'd go to fucking prison over it).
He makes sure he has control over everything. If dylans mom makes him mad, he says she better stop arguing before he hurts the kids. He will hurt and ground ALL the children if ONE person makes him mad. He uses that against them. So no one dares to mess up because everyone will get punished. Dylan is the only person who stands up to him because he's no longer afraid of him, but his family tries to tell him not to stand up to him at all out of fear.
And then with Dylan specifically.... he's the oldest son. For some reason, his dad thinks he's in constant competition with him. To the point that any time dylans mom showed him attention, his dad would tell her "well why don't you talk to DYLAN about it since he's so much better than me." Dylan wasn't allowed to succeed at anything at all, and if he tried, his dad would physically destroy his progress in order to keep him under his control.
Any time he stood up to his dad, he would beat the shit out of him (starting as a toddler), spit in his face, and call him a stupid faggot.
Dylan and his dad stay in motels during the week since their house is a 2-3 hour drive from work and they go in begween 3am-5am. Three nights ago, Dylan accidentally fell asleep in his dad's hotel bed instead of his own. He didn't know which bed was his. His dad yanked him out of bed from a dead sleep and Dylan pushed him off of him. His dad then punched him in the face and said that he assaulted him. Dylan went outside and his dad called the police. He had to drive 3 hours out of town with no cell service, trying to find his family's house in the middle of nowhere by memory only. He had to call in for two days in a row. He's not sure if his dad is going to try/be able to sabotage his job.
Dylan looked at a house a few days ago, but he may be homeless soon because his dad isn't going to allow him to go back to his family's house and that means his kids get kicked out too and he has no babysitter again.
WHY. WHY. Every time we make any progress, something outside of our control ruins it. All year I've been trying to move. All year everything has been working against me. I'm getting sicker and sicker staying at my mom's house.
I just want to give up, but I can't. It's hard to want to try when it only ends in failure and heartbreak.
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Last night I had a few dreams bc Misha kept waking me up but after being up from 5-6am, I fell back asleep and dreamed that I accepted a secretarial position at a very rich school for rich kids. I took like an uber or some sort of car service there, even tho I've never done that before in my life. It was a long drive and we circled the school grounds 3 times because the driver couldn't find the entrance and I think at that point I was the only person in a bus or something bc I had to honk to get her to stop, which makes no sense but whatever. I ended up being ten minutes late to my interview, which was not an interview it was my first day of work. I was shown to my completely empty office (no furniture) by Barack Obama for no reason at all and there was a little hole in one wall where I could see a kitty cat paw and I got very excited but it turned out the cat was in another office and I couldn't pet him so Obama showed me the grounds instead. At one point on our tour he told me that the celebrity parents were his least favorite bc anytime there was an issue they'd always threaten to go public with it and hurt the school's reputation. There was some kind of weird scavenger hunt at some point, like I did zero actual clerical work in this dream. There was snow on the ground outside and we were all wearing winter coats. For some reason I was wearing a lot of red in my outfit. At one point I went to this little hut that was like my home or something and I lit a fire (skyrim style, which is hilarious) and then all of my back molars started to fall out until i only had just my front teeth left. at one point my parents pulled up in a car and i'm trying to show my mother all my missing teeth and she's looking everywhere BUT my open mouth and at some other point, one of the school administrators tells me that my father has already come to school FIVE TIMES today to walk around campus. She was cool about it but I was like OH NO and just clarified that he really likes to take walks and he's very supportive of me. Then I think I woke up.
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may I request headcanons for rook, lilia, jade and ruggie falling in love like the process?
PROCESS OF FALLING IN LOVE !
Lilia , Jade , Rook , Azul .
Gn!reader, they're all whipped .
( a/n — the only warning here is wholesomeness, anon I'm sorry I took off ruggie </3 I'm not the best at writing him and Lilia . I ADDED AZUL ANON I'M SORRY MY BRAINROT CAN'T TAKE IT. )
ROOK !
You must be one interesting being and of course a patient one, with Rook's behavior being like that someone would get fed up for sure.
"Y/n, dearest! I've been looking everywhere for you, it's been forever since we've seen each other!" "It has been 5 minutes since I've successfully escaped you."
Rook needs someone true to themselves and vocal about their feelings and passion, he's devoted to them as a whole with their life even more if they're like that.
Rook starts off by fixing your hair, brushing it, or pushing a strand back when it gets on your face, then he'd be more affectionate, then the poems start, the love letters, hell even songs!
He dedicates more time on you and takes the time to learn something new that he thinks is romantic for you. "My dear Y/n, I've come to serenade you with a song I wrote for you, I've poured my heart and soul into this song, I hope you'd like it." And then he's serenading to you at like 1 am.
Once Vil hears it and notices his vice house warden missing he's already going to Ramshackle, he knows Rook often visits there already, and by the time the Pomefiore Housewarden spots him, he's dragging him off by the collar and apologizing to you that Rook has ruined your night.
He takes you out on a date, and the date is practically him teaching you how to do archery. He hunts bunnies and he gives one of them to you, if perhaps he confesses, he leaves the bunny on your doorstep and the collar has a letter attached to it, (the collar is imprinted with an I love you.)
He gets all fuzzy and excited when someone mentions your name, he doesn't even bother hiding that he likes you. Mr. Hunt is shameless.
LILIA !
He needs someone fun! Probably younger than him to introduce him to what's new these days, to get him to be lively and carefree.
"Sweetheart, deary, y/n, I've brought you these ancient fae accessories. I hope you like it! It's very rare to find those these days." He's a gift-giver to people he treasures, but when he falls for someone he practically melts into a puddle.
"Say aaah, good! Now how does that taste? Good, right?" He needs someone to take care of, and he also needs someone to take care of him, Lilia is used to being the one taking care of someone, it's surely a new feeling but he loves it. (He loves it with you)
We all know Lilia's not very talented at ... cooking. So whenever he asks you to taste test the food he made, Cue Silver rushes to you and takes away the old man's food, and Malleus tells him to stop cooking.
"You youngsters! You're lucky I'm cooking for you, yet you don't like it! It's not even bad!" "...not bad, huh" he's so convinced it's not bad that he ate it and nothing happened to him..
Maybe it's the fact that Lilia wasn't able to love someone before, because of his duties. That made him long for someone to love and for someone to love him, he also needs someone else to protect, no?
JADE !
Jade.. it's hard to picture him in a relationship, tho I see him wanting someone who's like him, who can keep up with him. Someone who can tolerate childish behavior and tames them (he finds it attractive) he loves a strong person who can protect themselves.
He loves being domestic, so expect tiny bits of help and some notes for you to take care of yourself. He's interested in what humans do, and one day Cater tells him it's cute to make someone a Playlist, I think he gets reminded of you when the song kay Ganda mo by Frank Ely or Sayo by Silent sanctuary, Hele by Zild plays (it's a filo song^^) also my kind of woman.
Jade looks at you in the eye, so intently, studying you like it's the most complicated subject ever. You have his heart, and he hates how he gets weak in the knees whenever he sees you, he gets so fuzzy and his attitude changes slowly.
He stares at you with literal heart eyes, while nodding at every sentence/word you say.
+he confesses with a Playlist.
AZUL !
In denial, whipped, has big heart eyes and dreamy sigh whenever you're mentioned.
Coughs to hide his blush. He makes you sign contracts that make you spend more time with him like working at Mostro Lounge just to look at you, even the way you move is so graceful for him. Floyd calls him out and says he's salivating but he's just over exaggerating!
When Azul finally is sure he likes, wait no, loves you! He's already planning how to take you out, talk to you, how to propose.. wait, no! Don't think of that yet. You've yet a relationship to establish.
Maybe some cuddles and cheek/nose kisses as payments when you eat at mostro lounge. I see him and the tweels being like those elementary school girls who says "hey can you push me to my crush so he'd catch me." That. Except sometimes Azul doesn't say that often because of his shyness, then Floyd pushes him, (too hard than he expected.) He listens to Mr. Kupido probably.. and crush (filo song >:)) and bubble gum by Clairo.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst headcanons#twst scenarios#twst wonderland#twst x you#twst imagines#twst fluff#jade leech x reader#jade x reader#jade leech#azul x you#azul x mc#azul x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#azul ashengrotto#octavinelle x reader#octavinelle#rook hunt#rook x reader#rook hunt x reader#pomefiore x reader#pomefiore#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x you#lilia x reader#diasomnia x reader#diasomnia
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between halls and thin walls → part four
summary: friends who fool around almost never works. almost.
↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you
↳ warnings: idiots, that’s all <3
↳ genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+
↳ length: series; part one, part two, part three, part four (6.7k), part five, part six
↳ masterlist: the barn
↳ track: my favorite part by mac miller, addicted by jorja smith, someone to spend time with by los retros
note: finally got myself to update this fic oml zzz quick psa tho, this will now be a six-part series! hope that’s okay and yenno as always, would love to hear what you think about this (validate me in the tags pls im lonely) happy reading babes! <3
“Yo, grandma. Haven’t you had too much tea to drink?” his voice echoes in the room as soon as he walks into it. You carefully set the cup down on the dining table and looked at him exasperatedly.
“Haven’t you had too much care to give?” you snark back, earning yourself a disappointed look from him.
“Really, y/n? That’s the best you’ve got?” he shakes his head at your appalling retort. What a shame.
You were good at pissing him off to be fair. You just weren’t in the mood to throw teases back and forth especially now that you’re feeling particularly vulnerable.
The week has been far too dreadful for you and you know that you’re willing to grovel your way into the weekend to finally have the time to slack off, not worry about taking a bath, and just go crazy with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
However, just like always, Mathew seems to never run out of ways to get on your nerves.
He carelessly puts his stuff on the table, causing a fairly loud thud on the surface.
You let out a deep breath, massaging your temple.
“Somebody’s cranky.” he grins. Not necessarily the kind you’d want to see from him.
You try to ignore him for a few minutes but you can’t help noticing how his build easily took over much of the space you’ve already been occupying. You irkingly look up at him, closing the book you were reading. You meet Mat’s eyes who just innocently looked back into yours. Waiting. Possibly plotting on yet another sophisticated way to toy with you.
“You’re a child.” you roll your eyes and return to your reading. He says nothing and instead rests his chin atop his enclasped hands, continuing to bother you with his ridiculously beguiling eyes. He presses his lips together before sighing dramatically.
“What?” you snap, finally shutting your book down as you look at him.
“I wanna go out.” he looks up at you in an effort to make his huge physique smaller than it really was.
“Then go out. You’re a big boy.” you breathe.
“You just said that I’m a child.” he coos, mimicking a five-year-old’s voice.
“Stop that.” you glare at him. Mat props himself back and laughs, “Come on. I’m bored.”
You open your book again just as you reply in a tone that Mat’s getting used to hearing. “Boredom doesn’t give you the right to pester me, Barzal.”
And as an exchange, he speaks in the same tone rather mockingly, “And so is that attitude, Y/L/N.”
“Come on, y/n. Let’s go out.” he now pleads, looking up at you with what seems to be his worst impression of a ‘puppy eye’.
“Fine.” you finally concede and you see Mat’s beaming smile instantly.
“Where’d you want to go?��� you ask as you take your reading glasses off.
“Dunno.” He shrugs, obviously teasing.
On the edge of being irritated, you say, “Are you kidding me?”
“Grandma.” he mumbles before saying, “Do you have anything you want to do? And please don’t say book hunt.”
You suppress a smile and maintain your composure. “I’m craving for pancakes right now but I also wanna drink. Go to a bar or something.”
He nods in agreement. Already stitching his game plan.
“We can do both.” he bobs his all too fine brows.
He didn’t have a hard time getting you on board with his spontaneity. You actually haven’t gone out in a while and the thought of a possible night out doesn’t seem to be so bad of an idea.
You’ve been with Mat to parties and while the two of you don’t mingle as much as the other guys did, he does know his way around the club. The dance floor, however, he tries. He really does.
For about an hour Mathew waited patiently in the living room as he scrolled endlessly on instagram liking a few photos and laughing at posts the fans tag him occasionally. His eyes were peeled away from the screen when he heard the door to your room click. His irises trail onto your body even if he didn’t plan to originally.
Mathew, albeit dressed simply in his black turtleneck sweater and a beige overcoat exudes just about the right ‘swag’ (as per how he puts it) to stop you in your stupor. Although what you didn’t know was how you weren’t any different in his eyes. You were dressed quite nicely in a black lace bodysuit with a pair of blackpants accentuated by the black boots you usually wear on a night out. Your coat was slung on your forearm whilst you held your clutch purse in your hand so you could close the door with the other.
“What?” you blink just as you look down to eye yourself. Feeling a tad self-conscious under his gaze.
Mat immediately breaks it off. He clears his throat, pretending to wipe off the non-existent dust on the accent table.
“What?” he mirrors with an arched brow.
You shrug off his demeanor, snatching your keys from the accent table before putting it in your purse.
“Have you called a lyft already?” he nods, absentmindedly scratching his temple.
“You ready? You look— decent.” He says, trying to act casual and distant when he gives you the compliment.
Not noticing the unfamiliar look his eyes had, you return the compliment and say, “And so do you. Good job for not looking like you came straight out of an H&M catalogue.” you wink at him with a grin. A thing which was then reciprocated by a deadpan look on his end.
Before he could even come up with yet another clever way to come at you, you start walking towards the door, looking at him once as you motion the way by curling your finger.
“Haul ass, buddy.”
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10:15 PM
Mat decided to bring you to the usual place he goes to when he wants to be alone and just enjoy a couple of beers while he chats with River, the bartender he eventually befriends after years spent drinking in solitude.
The bar had a rustic feel filled with wine barrels in the corner of the room. The seats were leather (mind you, it wasn’t the kind that gets easily worn out through time) and everything looked new to you regardless of all the vintage stuff displayed articulately on the brick wall. A turntable was set on the table stacked with vinyl records, most of which were from the 70s to 80s underneath.
It was obvious that it wasn’t the kind people would know about. Aside from it being located at such a secluded street leading to the suburbs, it wasn’t the type of bar kids would want to hang out in. It only had a few customers and most of them wore suits and came with company. No one really gave a hoot when you walked in with Mathew, aka, the face of the New York Islanders. Which is basically the reason why Mat kept coming back to the place. He felt comfortable and at peace. Almost in retrospect to being at home hanging with his father.
“I can’t believe this place exists.” you say, mouthing your thanks to River as he hands you both of your drinks. The man that’s definitely aged like fine wine smiles, nodding his head over to Mat who was doing the same before he headed back to mix another set of drinks.
“Me neither.” he grins, reminiscing about the time he’s found the small pub by accident.
“This place looks expensive though.” you whisper, making Mathew laugh.
“Well, it kinda is.” he sheepishly chuckles. “River’s filthy rich.”
“Is he really?” your mouth falls and you look back over the build of the old man. The way his salt and pepper hair was neatly slicked back makes quite a compelling case for what Mat had just said.
Mat eventually explains who he was. Apparently, he was just another bored fancy man who happened to love making people drop dead and drunk with his over the top mixes. His dark deep set brown eyes are quite of a crowd favourite too. Case in point, the group of ladies seated from across you and Mathew.
“Hey.” you absentmindedly call on Mat who had just sipped on his drink. “I know what we should do.”
“All right.” he puts the glass down, “Lay it on me.”
“Let’s fix you up with one of the girls over there.” you suggest, leaning towards his body so you could get a better view upfront. Mat does not move and instead follows your finger subtly pointing at the other end of the room.
“What’s with the sudden fixation of getting me bagged tonight, huh?” he smirks, shaking his head at the idea of having to go home with some random girl. You give him a side eye as you move away from him.
“Fixation is an overstatement. We’ll be here long enough for us to get sick of each other.” you explicitly told him.
Mat eyes you intently. Searching if there was even the slightest doubt in your eyes.
Long enough to get sick of each other.
He clears his throat instead and looks across the room. “Which one?”
A gleeful cheer erupts from you just before you look over the girls in question. “What’s your type?” you ask him, not sparing a glance.
Mat looks down on you underneath the bar lights accentuating your features. Your eyes had a certain glint in them that Mat still can’t get a grasp on. Something that was just enough to spark something inside him. He didn’t want to overthink it nonetheless. It must have been just the lights.
Once Mat sensed that you were about to look at him he immediately turned his gaze forward, squinting his eyes a little pretending to check out the women you’ve been eyeing for the last minute.
“I don’t really have a type.” he shrugs, casually taking the fragile glass to his mouth.
You dismiss what he said at once, “Do I look like a child to you? Just answer it.”
Mat shakes his head, “I told you. I don’t have one. If we vibe then we vibe. Simple as that.”
You did not believe him but you decide to drop it off. Instead, you look back and return to your new found mission. Across the bar, seated were three girls busy talking to each other.
“Got it.” you tell Mat, nodding your head towards the clueless girl sitting right across from where Mathew was. “The one in the center.” you add. “The one wearing a white bodycon.”
“She’s pretty.” he nods, validating your taste as his potential wingman. “Nice smile.”
Your hand met a firm slap on the table as you went on cheering for him. “Well? Go then!” you give him a nudge, taking it back quickly when you feel a slight hesitation on his part, “Don’t tell me you need me to introduce you?”
He takes the remainder of his glass and shaked off the kick it had in his throat. “You just sit and watch, babe.”
You do as you’re told and lean towards the bar, your elbow carrying all your weight whilst you sip on your half-full martini.
Mathew’s stance and the way he carries himself immediately caused the girls to notice him coming. Of course, you weren’t really surprised. You watch him approach her,– reading along the words leaving his mouth. There was an exchange of proper ‘hello’s’ as Mat introduced himself to the girls. He reaches out his hand and the curly noirette in the center gives him a firm shake.
Mat’s eyes momentarily locked with yours just as you see their hands linger in the air— tangled long enough for him to make a quick segway. He winks your way as he sees you grin from your seat, shaking your head just after you felt the need to take a deep breath. A thing you assumed to be because of the drink. So, while Mat leads the girl to one of the empty booths and sits across from her, you call on River and ask for another drink.
Mathew must have lost track of time by the second drink he shared with Zoe. He learns that she’s from upstate and was just on the island to visit her friends. She’s still working on her major at NYU; coincidentally in the same field as Lianna so that was one of the things they’ve talked about first hand. She wasn’t really into sports so Mat steered clear of his job because he didn’t want to bore her.
“So…” Zoe smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear. “What’s the deal with you and the girl you’re with?”
By the time she asked about you, only then did Mat remember who he was originally with.
“Oh! She’s—” he looks over to where you’re seated only to find you laughing— no giggling with a man that was obviously a few years older than you. He’s wearing a neat black suit and a button down shirt with a couple of its first buttons opened. Zoe sees him frown, evidently losing his train of thought.
She calls him with her sweet voice, “Mat?”
“Yeah?” he absentmindedly answers, not wanting to take his eyes off of your hand that was now gently pushing the man’s arm whilst the two of you continue to burst into laughter.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
What’s so funny?
Finally, Mat hears Zoe’s distant voice that eventually took him back to his seat.
“Oh. Y-Yeah.” he apologetically smiles. “Sorry. What were you saying again?”
She hesitates to ask about you after taking a quick glance your way upon seeing the way Mathew looked at you. Nevertheless, she decides to go for it.
“Aren’t you two together? I don’t want to come off strong here or anything. It’s just that I don’t want to get in between something if there ever is.”
Mat looks at you one more time and as if you’ve felt his eyes all along you turn your way and meet his gaze. You shoot him a quiet smile, eyeing the guy sitting beside you, mouthing what he assumes to be an exaggerated “So hot!” on your end. He reciprocates your smile and gives you an approving nod.
Once you looked away, that’s the only time Mat finally answered the woman waiting patiently for his attention.
“What?” Mat shakes his head wildly, blowing out air off his lips defensively. “No no no. We’re just friends. She’s my roommate actually.” he shrugs you off his mind and instead tries to put his entire focus on her.
The remaining hours were spent with you and Mat getting along with your respective potential hook-ups. Not that it wasn’t the endgame either of you were hoping for at the back of your minds.
He’s got to admit that Zoe was the kind of girl he’d be interested in. Another fact he’s kept a mental tab not to mention to you because he knows you’ll just get cocky.
She was sweet and obviously eloquent. He knows she’s way smarter than he’ll ever be. But out of all those qualities, she was just as passionate at her craft as someone he likes to think he knows well enough. And that alone made a small smile creep on his lips.
Nonetheless, despite all the aforementioned, Mathew found himself a bit more reserved than he usually is whenever he gets to meet and talk to his potential ‘lady friends’ as how you’ve put it countless times. He just wasn’t his exact self. And he was beginning to question it.
There were no fancy hockey plays thrown subtly into the conversation. Neither mentions of golfing nor over the top league events. No butchered french pet names swiftly tucked in his sentences. And no endless questions that would eventually lead to something along the lines of ‘Do you want to get out of here?’
Well, not until Zoe’s friends got up their seats and she told him herself.
“Hey. The girls and I are meeting up with some friends in Brooklyn. D’ya wanna come?”
Mat’s eyes trail down to her hand now gently caressing his. He raises both his brows thinking of a possible ‘out’ because he wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to leave you alone with a stranger.
He hums, “Sure.”
Zoe shows him a delighted smile before eventually sliding out of the booth to walk towards the bar she and her friends were formally seated.
“I gotta use the restroom first. Please excuse me.” she gives him a nod before going back to chatting with her friends.
You, on the other hand, see Mat leave the table aiming for an archway you presume to be where the loo was.
“Hey,” you call the man whose name you’ve already forgotten. Your pause was long enough for him to acknowledge the chances that you actually did forget who he was. Obviously.
“Chris.” The man in his early 30s answers with a submitting grin.
You shyly laugh, squeezing his forearm as you try to apologize for forgetting.
“Would you mind if I use the restroom?” you politely ask.
“No, not at all.” he replies and immediately stands to help you get on your feet. Gentleman.
Once you are in front of the men’s room, you anxiously wait for your wingman. You hug your purse close to your chest. Not a whole minute after, the door finally opens and you meet Mat’s irises with quite a gleeful look.
A look he wasn’t a fan of for he knew what’s about to come next.
“Are you taking off?” you eagerly ask, almost hopping on your feet.
Mat eyes you from head to toe, looking for signs that would stink from a drunk y/n. When he sees none, that’s when he decides to say that he was.
“Mkay good. I’ll be on my way too. Chris is taking me to New Jersey.” you tell him, briefly looking through the archway to see if there were people listening.
Once you know you’re clear, you lean towards Mat, your lips dangerously close to the sensitive skin of his ear. Mat feels your heated breath sending a familiar tingle up his spine. “I’ll get to ride a yacht tonight.” you bite your lower lip and giddily smile as if you were a cheeky 16 year-old usually depicted in a coming of age movie.
“Who’s Chris?” Mat, in spite of taking rounds observing you all night, finds the need to ask. “And why are you coming with him to NJ?” he further questions.
“Uh– okay, dad.” you step back for a second. You let out a scoff, checking if he was being serious about it. “I thought we’re supposed to go get laid tonight? Weren’t you about to take off with that girl yourself?”
Mat averts your gaze and starts to scratch the corner of his brow. “Well yeah. It’s just that— he looks sketchy.” he pauses, “plus… isn’t he a little too old for you?”
You roll your eyes as you’ve already expected to hear the words from him.
“He’s 31. He’s not that old.” you say rather defensively so you turn the ball back on his court. “And what if he was? Didn’t you ask one of the moms out??”
Mat’s eyes widens and you try to bite back a laugh. He whispers with a biting tone, trying to save himself. “She didn’t look like one! I’m gonna kill Beau I swear to god.”
“Come on Barz. Don’t be such a killjoy. Text me if you need anything, okay? Wrap things up while you’re at it.” you say at once. Mat doesn’t get the chance to talk you out of such a stupid idea because before he even could, you’ve already planted a kiss on his cheek and started walking away.
Mat waited for the sound of the heavy doors of the bar, signaling that you and your friend have gone, before stepping back to where Zoe was. She waves him near the coat closet.
“Hi.” Mat greets her friends before eventually turning his attention on the unsuspecting lass. She meets her with a smile (just like what she’s been doing all night). The same smile, however, drops the second Mat opens his mouth. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
Zoe nods and willfully abides, letting Mat take her gently by the arm.
“What’s up?” she innocently asks.
“Something came up.” he says a little too fast than what he’d originally intended. He was going to let her down either way might as well get it over with and rip up the asshole band-aid.
“Oh.” she says in a tone Mat knew that she completely understood.
“No worries.” she looks at him with a knowing look in her eyes. “I’ll see you around then.”
He gives her a kind smile and nods. “Take care.”
Mathew walks towards the bar, catching River’s teasing grin whilst he cleans up after the bottles left on the center of the counter.
“What?” Mat reacts defensively, taking a seat in front of the lone bartender. River faintly shakes his head to leave just enough curiosity in Mathew’s mind.
“You’re such a tool, old man.” the kid says aiming for the cold beer River has put away for himself. River did not mind because he’s grown fond of the star player for the past years he’s spent going on late night drinks at his bar. Years that even justifies a proper amount of time for him to know the in’s and out’s of one Mathew Barzal.
“I haven’t said a thing.” he shrugs amidst the already wide grin on his face.
There’s wisdom in his eyes that Mathew has always admired. He wasn’t the guy who’d want to talk about what’s going on inside his head but with how River’s pub seems to be just the right place, he eventually concedes and takes a shot to pick on the old man’s brain.
“Come on, spill it out. I know you’re going to anyway.” Mat gives in, running his thumb on the moist label of the bottle.
River wipes his hands before resting it atop the counter. “Well, it’s just that– I ain’t used to seeing you turn down ladies like that too often. And you’re definitely not one to stick around watching me clean up.”
Mat stays silent for a moment, as if to gather the exact reason as to why he chose to stay. He still has a long way to go before figuring that one out. He wasn’t exactly as sharp as he was on the ice.
“I don’t know, man.” he chuckles tirelessly, “I guess I wasn’t in the mood. That’s all.”
“You?” River shots a brow and dismisses him, shaking his head. When Mat doesn’t answer, he carefully picks on his choice of words and lays it down carefully for him. After all, Mathew should have known that River was old enough to not know what’s going on.
“Though I gotta be honest with you, hijo. Never imagined you’d bring someone here.” he starts.
What must have been a shot in the dark for the old man was just enough to tear Mathew’s eyes away from staring at the water beads on the bottle.
“What?”
“The girl, Barz.” he says, banging on the head of the bottle to knock the cap off. “She a friend?”
“What? Y/N?” Mat quirks his brows trailing off where River was exactly headed, “What about her?— Oh, her? Yeah, no. She’s just a friend.”
“She pretty.” he speaks in a sound accent, not wanting to let Mat know he’s growing to like catching the young lad off guard. Mathew nods casually despite the continuous blabbering. “She’s y/n. But yeah— I guess, she is pretty.”
“Then what are you doing being just friends with a pretty girl?” River inquires, taking a sip of his beer. When he sees him trying to register what he’d just said he then adds, “Why not be with her? Date her?”
“Psh. What? Date y/n? That’s crazy.” Mat shakes his head furiously, “You’re crazy.”
“What’s so crazy about that?” River takes offense, laughing at the child’s naivete.
“I can’t date her. I mean— I won’t date her.” he takes the bottle to his mouth, taking a large gulp before continuing, “We’re in this weird relationship thing. A setup, actually, and it’s— it’s crazier than dating her. I swear, you of all people won’t get it.”
“What makes you think I can’t?” he smirks, “I’ve had my fair share of crazy.” River points out despite the hesitation in Mat’s eyes. “I got all night, kid.” he adds, letting him have the floor to himself.
“You really want in on this?” he second guesses, not wanting to bore the man with his personal life.
River leans against the brass counter just below the lit rack of vintage scotch displayed on the bar. He then gestures him to give a piece of his mind and Mat finally submits to his offer.
“We’ve been in a few… prior engagements,” he starts trying to find the appropriate word. “Well, sort of.”
River hums, not necessarily getting on the same page as him so he decides to be upfront about it.
“We’ve… slept together.” he confesses.
“So you used to date her?” the old man asks.
“No.” he answers, “I told you we’re just friends.”
With furrowed brows, River takes a minute. And once Mat hears an all too familiar “Oh.” he sees him break a chuckle, shaking his head at the thought of what Mat had just told him. “You kids have way too much fun these days.”
Mathew shrugs, “Hey, I warned you. Told you you wouldn’t get it.”
“Okay, make me understand something here. You two sleep together, fool around, do all that shit.” he says, “and you swear you’re not in a relationship?”
“Nope.” Mat answers with pride, popping out the word with a hard ‘p’.
“Huh.” River clicks his tongue, “How long have you two been… engaged?”
He rolls his eyes when River uses his word, “About two months.” he answers shortly.
“Is she seeing anyone since you two started this thing? You know, casual dates, the ones I presume she’s been getting before you got her into this mess?” he asks him in a tone that only fathers would ever dare to use.
Mat thinks for a moment, trying to recall the last time he’s seen a guy pick you up for dinner besides the old man you’ve successfully bagged for the night. He firmly shakes his head no and simply says, “At least not in my recollection.”
River willfully nods, walking Mat right into the trap. “Well have you been seeing anyone lately?” he asks again, this time slipping a hint of assertion. He hears a crystal clear ‘no’ from the forward and that’s when he broke a goading grin.
“And you’re telling me you two aren’t together?” he asks yet again, getting on Mat's nerves as he continues to flood him with biting queries, building up the final point he was about to break on Mathew.
“Rivs, for the hundredth time, no. We are not.” he clarifies.
Mat watches River pour himself a glass of scotch, still wearing a smug grin. “Imma give you a piece of advice, yeah?” he smiles rather teasingly and doesn’t wait for Mat to rebut, “I’m a happily married man so I don’t know a single squat about dating nowadays, but if you’re telling me that you kids aren’t sleeping with anyone else but yourselves? Looks like a damn relationship to me.”
With his brows all quirked in confusion (and denial in the very least), Mathew gathers all his might just so he could refute whatever madness River was trying to inflict on him and screw him up in the head. But before he could even open his mouth, the sound of the heavy doors was all it took to tear up both River’s and Mat’s attention.
“Hi.” you say the moment you were welcomed by unsuspecting men talking by the bar. River acknowledges you by raising his drink, his gaze landing on Mat the moment yours did.
“Hi.” Mathew mirrors you in an attempt to drown his already racing heart. A smile impending to break loose at any moment but he manages to suppress it. Instead of dealing with his adrenaline, he gestures for you to take a seat beside him.
“Where’s the sugar daddy?” he laughs the moment you drag yourself from across the room, mocking every word he said.
“His wife called when I got into his car.” you cringe.
“Oof. Lovely.” Mat makes the distinct expression on his face just before the two of you share a laugh.
“He’s not very smooth with adultery. He needs more practice.” you casually state sarcastically, clicking your tongue.
As you find the narrative funny, you take a sip on Mathew’s beer. “How are you not drunk? You’ve been drinking way too much the entire night.”
“Well. I’ve got some things to think about—” he cuts himself off upon seeing your mouth ajar, “And no, you’re not allowed to ask because none of it concerns you.”
“I wasn’t going to.” you dismiss him, excusing yourself to River which he gladly took as his cue to leave.
When he disappeared into the kitchen, you turned your gaze on your friend wearing another one of your mischievous grins, “Hey, wanna get pancakes?”
“Y/N, it’s almost 3 AM.” Mat sighs, the tiring night starting to creep up to him.
“So?” you question, swatting his hand away when you catch him checking on his watch.
“Come on. Stop drinking that.” you insist and take the bottle from his hand before putting it over to the side.
The two of you said your goodbyes to the lone bartender who was just starting to clean up again. River gives the two of you a nod of acknowledgement before landing a knowing look on Mathew. One that he’s thankful enough not to be discerned by you.
As you walk alongside Mathew, he unconsciously places a hand on the small of your back— feeling it graze on the fabric of your coat as if to guide you towards the door in an almost romantic type of way. Perhaps, a way someone would behave if they were actually in a relationship.
Mat notices your body tense but he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, his hand travels to the curve of your waist just as he leads you through the brass doors.
Once you’re out on the streets, he lets go.
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After almost half an hour of fighting over which diner is better to eat and get sober at, you and Mat decide to just try the new diner three blocks from your apartment. Being that it was an ungodly hour, the diner was good as closed when you got in. There were a few people inside and besides the student studying alone in the corner booth, the people lounging in the vacant seats were mostly just staff. Too bad they had to work the grave shift.
Mathew, who was rather preoccupied digging in his breakfast platter, gets interrupted when you call his attention.
“So tell me,” you ask as you take a forkful of syrupy pancake into your mouth. Finally satisfying your cravings. You put the food modestly in the insides of your cheeks when you ask him a question, “What are you like on dates?”
Mat disgustingly looks at you. You easily get what such a look meant and you immediately roll your eyes. You let your hand fall in mid-air amidst still holding a fork in it to prove a point. “I’m not trying to ask you out, dumbass. Don’t be so delusional.”
He puts his silverware down and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Why the sudden interest?”
“Just curious.” you simply say.
He hums, thinking about how he pulls off a first date. He then clears his throat as he takes you down that road. “First, I’m not bringing her to a 24/7 Diner.” you nearly gag. “She deserves a formal one just in case there won’t be a second date.” he explains.
You sit there, nodding your head every now and then as he further goes on the details of how he’s like on a date. “Of course, I’d put my best foot forward all the time. Talk about her stuff more than mine and make sure she has a good time.”
“Have you ever had a bad first date?” you curiously ask. To which he only answers with a stubborn look on his face, the one only Mat Barzal could pull off. “What? me? I don’t do bad first dates.”
“Oh, fuck off.” you flick his forehead as you laugh. The sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, drowning all the existing noise inside the lone diner.
But as the laughter dies down, Mat catches your eyes as soon as it falls on his. And just like that, there it was again, the exact same glint it had back in the bar. This time, illuminated by the pink shaded light lining up the wall accents of the diner.
When he realizes that he’s been staring for too long, he settles on turning the tables on you.
“How about you?” he props in his seat, “What are you like on dates?”
“You know, apart from the fact that you’re obviously into old men.” he snickers and you throw a curly fry on his forehead.
“Excuse me, I don’t.” you say sticking up for yourself.
Mat takes the curly fry that has fallen on his plate and proceeds to eat it. “Sure you do.”
You roll your eyes, finding it hard to suppress the fact that you might actually do. “There’s a reason why women like old men, chico.”
He leans back and answers with a level headed and quite teasing reply, “And why’s that?”
“Because they’re men.” you look at him with a jerky grin as you continue, “And men, especially of River’s kind, definitely knows how to eat his french fry.”
Mat’s mouth falls wide in disbelief, appalled that you’ve actually found a way to pick up a stone and throw it straight to his face just to rub more salt on the fact that you had to teach a 23-year-old grown man how to eat cunt.
“You’re an ass.” he says, rolling his eyes. You let out a laugh and shake your head. You were proud of yourself, sure; but showing just that is far too much for a boy’s already hurting ego. Who would have known humbling this man was such a task.
“I’m playing! You know how to now.” you tell him, “Thanks to me, of course.”
He scoffs and takes a bite off his pancakes, “Cocky.”
“But you still haven’t answered my question.” he reminds you whilst he wipes off his lips with a napkin.
“There’s not much to tell. You know I’m not high maintenance.” you tell him, ignoring the fact that you haven’t been on an actual date for so long you’re almost sure you’ve forgotten how to be in one.
“I know it’s cheesy and corny but I do think it’s still in the littlest things, you know?” you sigh. Trying to remember the last relationship (date even) you had wherein those little things, the ones that are merely the bare minimum, were actually given to you.
“You know, it’s not much, really. Maybe just a good talk without having to watch him watch me talk all night when he’s really thinking about how I’d look naked, you know what I mean?” you laugh it off, “I know, it’s stupid.”
The arrogant man sitting before you was silent for once, profusely wanting to wash the pool of melancholy he sees in your eyes. There must have been a shit ton of guys who overlooked how great of a woman you actually are just because they couldn’t stop thinking with the head in between their legs even just for a second.
Mathew knows. And he hates that he’s been ‘that’ guy at some point. Probably until now considering him thinking with his balls on was the very thing that got the two of you here in the first place.
You take a deep breath, smiling. “Anyway, that’s better than almost getting with a married man. Right?”
“Right.” Mat laughs, his gray eyes bright under all the lights as he plays with his silverware,— devoid of how much he looked like as if he was utterly and undeniably in awe of not just the energy of the woman sitting in front of him alone nor the fact that she was by far the most unbelievable woman he’s known, but most importantly, he’s yet to realize how much in deep he’s beginning to be for the woman she actually were.
Just as she is.
𖥸
You left the diner a good hour before the sunrise and what must have been a quick five minute drive if you had only taken a cab, became a twenty minute foot race between you and Mathew.
You knew that walking was a bad idea but somehow, Mat’s charm and persuasive antics had a better hold than you thought you had on your very capable cognition.
As you drag your feet into the confines of the elevator in your complex, you hear Mathew chuckling behind you with a firm hand securely placed on your waist supporting your balance.
“You know— and not just ‘cause I’m an athlete, can I just say that you’re in a very bad shape?” he says almost a whisper in your ear, his voice low and deep.
You roll your eyes, leaning on the steel cold mirror once he pulls away, “You do it in heels then tell me who’s in a bad shape.”
“Fair point.” he chuckles yet again, shying away. He presses the number for your floor before resting across from you. As Mat watches you catch your breath, he jokes in the hopes of breaking the ice between the two of you.
“So…” he clicks his tongue, playful eyes looking at you, “Wanna tap?”
Disgusted to your very core, you let out a scoff just as you shake your head. “You’re fucking sick.” you laugh upon meeting his dumb grinning face. Seconds into laughter, Mat’s silence kills off the humor. The two of you exchange glances, the smiles on your faces receding into quietude.
Mathew didn’t want to end the night letting you in the apartment not knowing what he’s been feeling the moment you’ve let him drag you out for an impromptu night out. And stupid as it was, the only thing he could think of was to slide his foot across the enclosed space embracing the two of you, nudging on your boot. You on the one hand were rather puzzled as to what caused such language. You send him a mental query by arching a brow. He lets his head fall back on the cold metal surrounding the elevator finally deciding to speak his truth.
“I’m glad we get to hang out now. You know, just like friends do.” he genuinely says.
“Me too.” you say, smiling. “I really had fun tonight. Thank you.”
As you meet his eyes, you see a glimmer of softness in his gaze.
“Good thing I got bored, eh?” he says with a smirk.
“Good thing I came back for you.” you reply.
A quiet smile parts from his lips.
“Yeah. I’m glad you did.”
It was a few seconds when you and Barzy parted from your respective walls to meet the sliding doors as it opened on your designated floor. You were pulling him closer by the tie of his coat whilst his hand was instinctively placed on your hips letting him press his body on you. Your faces were inches from each other’s, evident of not wanting to prolong the totally unplanned foreplay that’s about to go down in a communal lift.
But just like every film you’ve watched your whole life, the inevitable cliché befalls the two of you when the next words that filled the enclosed walls you’re currently caged in came from the man who has yet to miss a morning jog.
“What the hell is going on here?”
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[May contain angst, contains mild violence, a total fake scenario because DIOVOLO WOULD NEVER ALLOW this to happen]
For a few weeks now, some witches were giving MC a hard time. MC didn't quite understand why, but if they had to guess it was because of their living arrangement. MC never paid it any mind until one night when they were walking to the House of Lamentation after some errands alone. MC was jumped by 3 of them and roughed up a bit. One witch was so annoyed with MC's demeanor that they went too far and broke MC's arm. MC, not wanting any more trouble would decide to go to Purgatory Hall and ask for help.
💋Lucifer💋
-He got a phone call from Simeon, stating that they had to take MC for medical care for a broken arm.
-Didnt even give an explanation where he was going, but he rushed out of the house to be with MC.
-Was a composed mess; he was worried, angry and protective of MC.
-when questioned about how it happened, MC lied and he knew it.
-"Oh I just tripped and fell on my arm is all." Was not the explanation he believed.
-why would MC lie about this? He had to know.
-he would ask maybe a few more times then left MC alone. He knew he could find out more on his own anyways.
-as far as aiding MC, a perfect gentleman.
-Opens doors, holds bags, even does MC's chores if they were struggling.
-He felt so guilty for this that he would not leave MC's side for a minute...but it would be more comforting than overstepping.
-would be the one to make sure MC did everything they had to heal.
-"Don't forget to take your medicine. Do you need some water? Let me get it."
-"You are not suppose to prop anything on that arm...let me hold it."
-Would stop the brothers dead in their tracks if they tried to do anything that would require MC to do anything physical.
-He would be the type to not actually sign MC's cast, but he would wait until they were alone and draw a little heart in a place only MC could see
-He also low key had been suspicious about what happened and follows MC around to "observe".
-When he does find out what happens....well let's just say those who wronged MC will regret it deeply.
💰Mammon💰
-He might have been out gambling or something when he got the call about MC.
-run boy run
-His first reaction would be frustration of course
-"How could you let this happen??? Humans are too fragile and you need to be more careful!"
-would have never crossed his mind that MC lied about it.
-MC falls a lot, story checks out in his mind.
-Feral Protection Goblin.
-He refused to leave MC's side even for a second.
-He would carry bags and open doors, but Mammon being himself would do it in a very feral goblin way
-VERY protective. Like, No one was allowed to even look at MC without himself shooting a glare back.
-more worried about MC than what was going on around him.
-Absolutly the one to forget about meds
-signs his name IN BIG LETTERS on MC's cast
-May God have mercy on those witches that did this to MC when Mammon finds out what really happened.
🎮Leviathan🎮
-Most likely ignored Simeon's call, but would read his text.
-He does not like to leave his room often, but he will go to pick MC up with little hesitation.
-he will asked what happened, but ultimately he does not care since he can't stop it now.
-poor thing would be too scared to touch MC TBH.
-this reminds him how delicate humans were and he didn't want to make things worse.
-he would be more clingy without making contact.
-for the most part he did anything MC asked, only if they asked tho.
-was actually stoked that MC could actually spend time playing games or watching anime with him since they could not do too much physical labor.
-he would enjoy having quality time like this, but be upset it had to be this way.
-"It's annoying that you can only play games with me when you break a bone. You can come anytime you want you know."
-He would be the first one to sign the cast. Who knows, he might just doodle all over it
-lets say he overheard someone bragging about what they did to MC [since he is the quiet one no demon suspects him to be listening]
-he finds out what really happened...big mad
-seconds from summoning Lotan in the school
-then he finds out *who* did it
-pays each witch involved a visit and summons Lotan in each home
📚Satan📚
•he was simply reading when he got the call
•there he go, faster than light
•he would greet MC with in interrogation
•"MC what happened?"
•"Did someone do this to you?"
•"Where/when did this happen?"
•"You are FAR from 'okay'!"
•MC would just dodge any question regarding what had happened...MC knew that Satan was too smart to fall for one of their lies
•Satan does not know much about broken human bones...but by the next morning he became an expert.
•He would go about this a lot like Lucifer, but in a more emotional way.
•Satan had become more protective of MC and refused to let them do anything too physical.
•he would follow MC around, making sure they did all the right things, carry bags, open doors, ya know the whole deal.
•took extra time with MC during study time and bed time.
•"I brought your meds...here is some water as well."
•med police
•would draw a cat on their cast
•He loves to read to MC as they fall asleep.
•if he were to find out what actually happened [which he would a lot faster than Lucifer btw] oh no
•oh no
•oh no no no no no
•might as well write those witches obituaries cuz THEY GONE
💋Asmodeus💋
•Picks the phone with Simeon and starts to flirt first off
•as mush as Simeon would love to entertain this, he let's Asmo know that MC had to be taken to get medical care
•Asmodeus rushes to go collect MC.
•he would understand MC was hurt, and at first he would play it off as shit just happens
•especially when MC lied about how it happened
•Honestly he would be low key scared and high key protective
•The one he loved the most [other than himself] was hurt!
•Obsessed with taking good care of MC.
•other than Lucifer, would be the best at making sure MC was taking good care of themselves to heal 🌟Beautifully🌟
•"MC~♡ let's take a break. Come and sit for a while"
•"use this lotion where you can reach, your skin will get dry under the cast"
•"don't forget your meds love, the sooner you heal the sooner we can be naughty~ 😈"
•this brother would be the most clingy out of all of them, but works out for MC.
•goes above and beyond holding doors and carrying bags...would escourt MC everywhere
•He does not only signs the cast, he glues a picture of himself on it
•MC would eventually tell Asmo what really happened...thinking they could trust Asmo not to loose his shit
•He looses his shit, but holds it together in front of MC
•the second he knows MC is asleep...he goes hunting for some naughty witches.
🍔Beelzebub🍔
•he was at practice when it happened, and missed the call
•MC ended in meeting him halfway home
•poor thing does not know what to do
•So sorry he missed the call
•the fact of the matter is, he trusts MC in what MC says happened.
•he was use to injuries with his workouts and sports...but MC was far too fragile...
•he would be the 'scary dog privilege' for MC
•He respects MC enough to give them space...but also watches MC like a hawk
•carries things for MC and refuses to take no for an anwser
•made sure MC was fed at ALL times.
•"Food always makes me feel better, so maybe you will get better if you eat"
•MC attaches themselves to Beelz instead of the other way around
•He would sign the cast, plain and simple. Mc would explain that he could add more if he wanted. [As evident from Mammon signing a new spot every day] so he would most likely draw food or something later on
•When Beelz finds out what truly happened, he would get upset...but not enough to do anything super harmful.
•he could go and eat all their food...or their homes. He would decide in the car.
🥱Belphagor🥱
•Again, Belphie is smarter than he lets on
•he would be aware of the bullies, but not the extent of what they would do
•most likely was asleep during the call
•would notice MC's long absence, then when MC did show up he was shocked.
•asking the usual questions, who what when where...MC would dodge them all.
•Belphie was suspicious
•Would be the most protective of MC, always be by MC's side
•but much like Beelz he would respect MC's space
•until he was sleepy that is
•would rest on MC anywhere and anytime
•would also be MC's 'scary dog' privilege, but shows dominance by laying in MC's lap
•MC didn't mind, they would play with Belphie's hair anyways
•he would doodle all over the cast, and if anything would sign his name under Mammon's every time he signed
•thrilled to bits at all the naps MC and him now have since MC was not allowed to do much.
•"Where do you want to nap today?"
•"MC why don't we go to the attic today, I happen to know Mammon is going get yelled at today...it won't be quiet for long"
•when he finally finds out what happened, and he will find out, he will not hold back
•where his twin would be passive, he would be aggressive...we can leave it at that
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The time has come once again
The Bloodbath
“I’m simply one hell of a butler” says Sebastian as he starts cleaning as usual
Okay so Agni’s taking no prisoners
Work Nerd, Science Nerd, and Jock Nerd team up to form the Nerd Trifecta
Team One Brain Cell joins up with Phipps, who is quite possibly their only chance for survival
Ran-Mao remembers how Harcourt beat everyone in the unfortunately deleted round and said “Not in my backyard”
So far, everyone else has simply run away unscathed or grabbed a weapon they won’t use because the game doesn’t record weapons. Rip Tanaka
Day 1
Ran-Mao bringing the canon energy by adding a second weapon to her arsenal
Phipps somehow always turns into Team Dad during these, so I’m glad to see he’s finding time for his favorite hobbies
Undertaker up to his usual Sneaky Antics
It hasn’t even been twelve hours yet. Kind of impressive honestly
Considering Harcourt lost his mace, I’ll just assume the attack Grell “escaped” from was the vicious stabbing of his trim little schoolboy fingernails
Bad vibes
It appears that Lau also brought his canon game
Sebastian in the most recent chapters be like
I’ve actually never had this event come up before and it has to happen between two of the more innocent characters in the series;;;; god Lizzie you deserve better even in the Hunger Games Simulator
Where’s a Safety Nerd when you need one
What’s better than this? Guys bein dudes
This is probably what happened after Ciel left Weston
Sebastian will take care of this for ya, huh bud
Other events:
Agni practices his archery
Wolfram goes fishing
Othello finds a cave
Soma goes ‘splorin
Edward goes huntin
Day 1′s Deaths: Tanaka, Sieglinde, Lizzie, and Macmillan. Someday one of the ladies will win
Night 1
Butler slumber party in the woods, BYOYM (bring your own young master)
It takes a lot of energy to be this blond
I’m happy for her :)
Yeah I’ll bet you probably do Lau
A tonal shift so abrupt I got mental whiplash
Can we go back to when Grell was looking at the sky pls
Thought about science too hard. Got a concussion
Thought about Ciel dying too hard. Got an infection
Aww dad :( Hope you caught some fish tho
Looks like Harcourt won’t be winning this one, gang
I stg the hunger games simulator is misogynist because the ladies always DIE /j
Ran-Mao is hopefully here to prove the previous statement wrong
Other events:
Bard gets a hatchet
Undertaker also passes out from exhaustion
R!Ciel goes to sleep in a tree
Day 2
Oh you five are SO going in my burn book for this. It’s what Grell would’ve wanted
Ahaha just like in the real manga... right guys (;
Idk about you but I’m rooting for her
I don’t think the simulator could’ve picked four people who were less likely to team up than this
I would too if I saw my best friend was palling around with an opium dealer, a grim reaper with a lawn mower, and another grim reaper that the first grim reaper doesn’t like
Other events:
Othello chases Wolfram
That’s the only other event actually
That means today we lost O!Ciel, Mey-Rin, Harcourt, and Grell. ffs, I hope Ran-Mao kills all of you
Night 2
I’ve missed you, rare pair simulator
The “unknown sponsor” was Undertaker and the “fresh food” was O!Ciel
Confirmed: Lau doesn’t get high off his own supply
Once again a ceasefire between the strong hungry boys is formed
Girl, you don’t have to do that
“Did you kill Ciel?” Sebastian asks
“No that was William,” Othello says
Sebastian punches a tree so hard that it combusts. “God damn. Fuck” Sebastian says
Wolfram just realized I put him in the Hunger Games simulator
Other events:
Phipps thinks about “Are you winning son”
Undertaker gazes at space
Ronald becomes Lost Ronald
Soma passes out
Bard gets some water
Day 3
Damn Agni who haven’t you flirted with
Finny sees that Bard has water and thinks Bard cooked it himself, so he wants no part of that (might be burnt)
What did he even have that was worth stealing? A fish?
Well I can tell you who isn’t creating that smoke: Lau
“What’s worse than two young masters? No young masters. Now get over here and make a contract”
Everything about this sentence is a fever dream
Other events:
Undertaker decides he wants a slingy shot too
Edward chases Dad I mean Phipps
Othello gets some ouchies from picking berries
Night 3
When your young master dies, you just get an infection apparently
damn Finny’s playing hardball
I don’t think anything bad has actually happened to Bard yet. It’s just been a grand frolic the whole time
I barely remember reading the first Hunger Games but Ran-Mao’s the Foxface of this journey: she deserves to win and I just know she’ll die in the stupidest way possible
Sebastian’s like a cat that can’t reach the bird it wants to attack, so it attacks the nearest other thing instead. Poor Dad
Two white-haired anime boys and a not-white-haired anime boy talk about who will die tomorrow. Anime doesn’t exist yet so the white-haired anime boys don’t know their hair color automatically spells their doom
Other events:
Edward starts a fire, which means he’s capable of smoking opium
Ronald gets some medical supplies
Othello gets a hatchet
R!Ciel thinks about winning
Lau gets an entire explosive, but he won’t be able to light it, so no it’s no big deal
Day 4
In Soviet Hunger Games, white-haired anime boy kills you
But why murder someone when you could just mess with them
Other events:
Grey scares Bard
Finny goes hunting
Night 4
Have you four even killed anyone yet
The list of “people who didn’t start the manor fire and also don’t smoke opium” now consists of Lau and R!Ciel
The mood is too light now. Someone needs to die and it better not be Ran-Mao
At last, Father Phipps has chosen his son for this round
Agni gushes about all the hot guys he’s simultaneously in love with, giving Ran-Mao a clearer idea of who’s still alive
Day 5
Girl, it’s about time, go claim some trophies
Finny’s easily got the longest kill streak and it’s a little unnerving
Father Phipps finds a new secret fishing hole
Othello doesn’t
Lau continues to put in all the efforts of a kindergarten bully
Oh no. He’s a yandere
Other events:
Sebastian fucks around and explores the arena
Bard fucks around and hunts for tributes
Undertaker fucks around and sleeps
R!Ciel fucks around and picks flowers
Night 5
I’ve never met anyone who ships Sebastian/Undertaker but I know you’re out there
Okay, maybe these four are even less likely to team up than Phipps, Ronald, Undertaker, and Lau
Edward sees I’m making jokes about people who build fires and stays hidden
Day 6
Canonically, that is the only way R!Ciel would win a fight, so
I probably could have predicted this
I hope these are the faces they made when it happened
The “unknown sponsor” is R!Ciel and the “fresh food” is an ear that fell off his own head
I’m not sure if I should be concerned or unsurprised that Bard’s Hunger Games life is more chill than his canon life
the “unknown sponsor” was the fish and the “clean water” was “fish water”
Other events:
Ran-Mao gets her third weapon that she doesn’t want to use, which is a hatchet
Finny finds a river
Agni practices archery again, but he doesn’t kill anyone because he wants this to go on forever
Night 6
Ran-Mao I beg you please. Release us from this purgatory of mediocrity
And suddenly we’re back to canon Bard
I guess not everything can be canon
Other events:
Both Agni and Phipps pass out from exhaustion. It’s 2:50 a.m. so I should really be taking a page from their book, but unfortunately everyone refuses to die
The Feast
Finny has been a stone cold killer this entire match, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the girl I wanted to win would get eliminated by him, but it still hurts ✌️😔
If you cheat on Othello, he will overpower you, killing you
Everyone else decided not to go to the Feast. Honestly, I don’t remember what the Feast is, but everyone who did go either murdered someone or got murdered, so I guess that was probably a good call
Day 7
I’ve had enough of this dude
Jesus Finny I can’t wait to see how many kills you got, I feel like you and Agni were the only two who took anyone down
Bard, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Phipps all hunt for other tributes but they’re useless and don’t kill anyone
Arena Event: Volcano Eruption
In one fell swoop, we lose Sebastian, Undertaker, R!Ciel, and Finny, jeez. But... that means it comes down to.............
FATHER PHIPPS VS. BARD
FATHER PHIPPS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow... Unlike his manga counterpart, this boy coasted the whole time and won... He basically went on vacation and he actually won... But then again, it’s Hunger Games Simulator and nothing is sacred
Well I hope you learned a valuable lesson today. I hope you did at some point before you read my post, because you sure as hell learned nothing from this. Thank you for wasting precious minutes of your life with me 😏
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🕯Anon said: just wanna say I adore your writing and how you write Reiner and the kids and the other warriors is my favourite thing ever !! I just wanna give them all hugs :) do u have any hcs for the types of jobs you see them all doing in modernverse ?🕯
The types of jobs they have in modern au
{Annie, Bertolt, Colt, Marcel, Pieck, Porco, Reiner, Zeke, }
{Implied Reiner x reader}
{ "Porto" 1935 by Renato Natali 1883-1979 }
Annie is an Animal rescue worker.
Having had experience as a dog trainer before, it wasn't hard to find a full time job at her local shelter after graduating high school, having volunteered there before.
With time, effort and a lot of energy she made her way into the position of "animal control officer" now she spends her days busting animal's abusers doors and rescuing injured or neglected pets.
With long shifts and a high maintenance job, her time was all poured into her work. Usually she'd be exhausted after a long day.
Despite that, she's fulfilled and satisfied with her job. Not having to deal with a lot of people is a plus too, it's a hard job yes but she prefers it this way.
Her friends are bumped about not being able to see her a lot but they understand, plus she keeps in touch with them by lurking in the group chat only to send a snarky remark to stir the pot every now and then.
Bertolt sees her everyday because they work at the same animal shelter, even if their jobs are different they still walk home together, she also met some different people like Hitch and Marco at her job.
The kids love her job, they think it's badass, especially Gabi and Udo. Gabi because Annie gets to kick people in the face and Udo because he genuinely cares about animals.
She'd never tell anyone this, but part of the reason she wanted the job was because she felt guilty for her past self and wanted to fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves.
Bertolt is a veterinarian.
Having changed his mind post graduation and going to college instead of with Reiner, he graduated after 4 years of studying and is currently working with Annie at the local shelter while also planning to open his own clinic one day.
He takes some animals under his personal care for weeks or months even till they get adopted, he fears something bad will happen to the weak or ill ones if left at the shelter overnight.
Just like Annie, the job takes a lot of his time, not to mention caring for animals off of work. So he's in the same situation as her, but for the sake of his best friend he still finds time to visit and hang out once a week.
Reiner and him still text daily, it's mostly pictures Bertolt took of the animals, Annie on her break, interesting plants he finds along the way. And Reiner replies with pictures of the kids.
They still find time to play basketball together, they try to keep it a secret from Annie because she will kick their ass in it.
Bertolt is comfortable with his job, he feels like he belongs and likes being needed. Yes the long hours are a con but seeing the fruits of his labour grow and get better day by day makes it all worth it.
The kids like visiting his house because there usually will be a new dog or some animal in there every month or so, Reiner makes sure they don't bother the animals.
Something he's never told anyone is a big part of the reason he changed his mind last minute was because Animals feel much safer and secure for him to work with than humans.
Colt is a college student working part time.
He's majoring in nursing, being a four years degree he's trying to balance his studies with work and taking care of Falco.
Zeke offered him to work full time after graduation at his clinic, since he's been working part time there for a while and the pay is good, plus it's really convenientnal.
He has worked different part time jobs in the past like a barista, flower shop assistant, tutor, kindergarten teacher, etc.
Between all his responsibilities he barely has time for himself, his courses end right before his work starts and the small bits in-between is spent on Falco and his friends. Zeke and Pieck try to take some of his responsibility but he refuses saying it's the least he could do to Falco.
He's really good at his job like multitasking, reading people, gaining their trust and having high stamina that he could stay for night shifts even.
He relies on coffee a lot.
Falco sees him as a real life superhero, they weren't that close before but after the incident he really started appreciating his big brother.
Something he keeps inside is that despite pursuing this job because he genuinely wanted to make a difference in people's lives and help the sick, he also felt a crushing guilt after his parents passed away, and so he's trying to save other people's lives now instead.
Marcel is a pilot.
It's a dream he always had since middle school, soon after graduation he joined the military to gain enough flying hours and experience to apply to a commercial airline after taking some mathematics, aviation and some general flying courses.
He was officially hired as a pilot after getting his first class medical certificate to check his health.
His work isn't measured by hours to him but by days, he needs to be available 24/7 in case of an emergency call. Now he's working overseas and far away from his friends.
You've actually never met Marcel, only seen pictures of him and received letters. The person he keeps in touch with the most is Porco.
He likes his work, it's his dream. He doesn't like the work hours and being so absent from his friends and brother, he misses them so much at times.
Pieck is a tattoo artist.
Her shop is actually her old flower shop after she decided to change her career. She's always been good with plants and taking care of them, at that time Colt worked as her assistant.
It wasn't till later after some years of practice and training under other artists that she was confident enough about her skills to start the project
Her art is full of life, mesmerising and beautiful. She puts her soul in every piece and has gained a good reputation because of it, plus having really high ratings and strict hygiene rules, no health inspector could ever challenge her.
Having her own independent work meant that she has a very flexible schedule, being mostly free ment she could pursue other hobbies like gardening.
A peaceful and simple life where she can indulge in her art and be happy is all she ever wanted
Porco is a frequent customer of hers that gets a family discount, Zeke came once before and later sent his friend, a really tall and blonde woman who became her most frequent customer.
Zofia thinks her work is really cool and wants to go and just watch her do her thing, but it's frowned upon to have a kid just sitting at a tattoo shop.
Despite changing into this career, the town people still think of her as the sweet flower shop lady.
Porco is a bartender.
That job came to him by accident more than anything, he was working part time as a bouncer in a local bar but a slot was open after the old bartender suddenly quit and he gave it a chance.
He didn't expect to love it so much, neither did he know about his hidden talent in mixing drinks. So he took it as full time and changed to better bars after gaining the experience he needed.
Being naturally charismatic and good at influencing people, while also multitasking in making drinks and keeping a conversation going, he was instantly a hit in whatever place he worked at.
Working the night shift ment he's mostly free in the morning, he tries to help Pieck with her gardening and is actually attempting to grow some plants at his house.
Naturally whenever there's a gathering, he's the one mixing drinks and being the self assigned bartender who openly judges his friends for their choice in drinks. The charismatic persona being thrown out the window and replaced by a no mouth filter.
He genuinely cares tho, he's the one taking care of someone when they drink more they can handle. It's mostly Colt who underestimates his drinks and is left clinging to Porco who drives him home.
Because of his line of work, tattoos and general brash personality, the kids' parents don't like him even one bit. They're suspicious of him no matter how many times Reiner assures them he's trustworthy.
It's actually only Colt who trusts Falco with him, and maybe Zofia's mom who is at the bar every weekend.
Reiner is a firefighter.
With his mother pushing him into this line of work, he applied for the physical and psychological exams after graduation before getting accepted. He wasn't unprepared per say but actually being in that line of work was more than he could ever prepare for.
It instantly took a great hit at his mental health, so much in fact that he was thankful Bertolt changed his mind last minute and didn't follow him in this job.
It was both everything he ever wanted, like saving people, helping children, animals and knowing it's him who saved them even if it means putting his own life at risk.
But also everything he hated, like the hunting faces and screams of the people who were far too gone for him to save, the recurring nightmares and constant guilt paired with imposter syndrome.
He works a 24/72 shift, meaning he works for a whole day before getting 3 days off. Approximately only working 7-8 days a month, not to mention unpaid leave, sick days and holidays.
So it both gave him a really tight schedule on some days and on others more free time than he knows what to do with, that's why he naturally took the main role of being the kid's caretaker. Looking after his little cousins genuinely helped him and he liked playing the big brother role.
Especially to Gabi, he was the only stable adult in her life. It's common knowledge that you call Reiner first for anything concerning her before her parents because he's more likely to answer and be available.
After meeting you, his life improved to the better as you moved in and became a trustworthy person in his life, someone he can depend on to take care of his little cousins on the days he works.
Not to mention that after you persuaded him to see a therapist, his mental health began improving too.
Gabi may or may have not committed arson at one point, she still wants to be a firefighter despite that and follow in Reiner's footsteps.
He hasn't told anyone beside you this, but he really fears for her, but doesn't have the heart to tell her no.
Zeke is a doctor.
Previously he worked in a hospital but was able to open his own clinic afterwards, Colt was a great help to him at that time when he was getting on his own feet and even worked a lot of unpaid hours.
After that he insisted Colt works an official part time job there with a much higher pay, till he graduates at least. Plus the experience will greatly improve his resume.
Zeke is brilliant at his job, he'd be a perfect doctor wasn't it for the fact he's a huge hypocrite who doesn't follow the advice he gives his patients.
He does a side job in his free time that honestly no one of his friends know what it is, but they know it gained him a lot of connections and made new friends.
Something he always keeps buried inside was that he really never expected himself to become a doctor especially after what his dad did to his mother, and yet here he is. In some way it's like his own personal stepping stone to prove he's a better man than his father ever was.
Bonus:
Falco: middle schooler
He does volunteer work on the weekends, sometimes Udo joins him.
Doesn't want Gabi becoming a firefighter.
Likes all videogames , just all types.
Likes watching cartoons and medical shows with Colt who covers Falco eyes whenever an adult scene is on
His favourite food is chicken nuggets
Wants to try coffee
Is good at PE
Reads comic books
Likes yellow and blue
Gabi: middle schooler
Takes self defence classes and really wants to go to summer camp
Wants to be like Reiner, aspires to be as strong too.
Likes shooter videogames or really hard ones.
Likes watching Anime and cartoons
Her favourite food is Pizza
Wants to try energy drinks
Is also really good at PE and surprisingly good at puzzles.
Likes red and pink
Udo: middle schooler
Takes music classes at the weekend, wants to go to science camp
Kinda wants to be like Reiner or an astronaut.
Likes calming videogames
Likes watching anime and Minecraft let's play
His favourite food is mac and cheese
His favourite drink is strawberry milk
Is good at language classes and creative writing, he also just likes animals a lot.
Likes green and black
Zofia: middle schooler (could've been in a special program)
Takes music classes with Udo
Wants to be a lawyer
Likes co-op Videogames
Likes watching true crime and youtubers drama
Her favourite food is Donuts
She likes strawberry milk and ice tea
Is good at all classes
Likes white and purple
#reiner🕯#kiddo gang🕯#modern aot🕯#reiner braun x reader#reiner braun#annie leonhardt#bertolt hoover#colt grice#pieck finger#porco galliard#marcel galliard#zeke yeager#gabi braun#falco grice#aot udo#aot zofia#attack on titan#snk#modern#aot gabi#aot falco#aot warriors#jobs#idk what to call this
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𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘨𝘨 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴
𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜
a/n: i thought of this like at 3 am, and i myself, did Easter egg hunting and pushed a few kids in the process and got 9 bucks!
Characters: Rex, Wolffe, Cody, Fives, Echo
𝐑𝐞𝐱
you have rex wrapped around your finger, so ofc he said yes to your proposal to take part in easter egg hunting
wouldn’t be too embarrassed to egg hunt with you, your cousins, distant relatives, sibling(s), (if you have any) etc.
would have the heart to pick up eggs and give it back to the rightful owner if they were to have dropped it or it fell out of their basket
would be asked by the little ones to fetch some eggs they saw in the tree, bush, etc.
even if he’s older than everyone else, he still manages to have fun
you and him ended up sharing a basket instead of having your own individual ones cause you were nice enough to not hog up the eggs
“Rex can you reach the purple egg up there” you pointed up in the tall tree where a plastic purple egg was wedged between the tree branches. Rex nodded and stepped on the big oak trees roots and stepped on his tippy toes. He struggled a little bit with getting the egg unstuck, but successfully managed to get a hold of it. Once he stepped down from the tree root he placed the egg in the basket you were holding filled with other plastic eggs. “Thank you my love” you kissed his cheek and walked off to an untouched section of the park that the kids hadn’t got to yet. Rex felt his cheeks heat up and he followed after you like a lost puppy.
𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟𝐞
he was unfazed and not surprised that you forced him to join you...
he was kind enough to help you find and pick up eggs
both of your baskets were pink since you decided you’d join the easter egg hunt last minute
you also managed to snag a pair of pink bunny ears at the store and had Wolffe wear them the whole time you were there
he died a bit inside, but continued to wear them cause it made you happy
the kids were terrified of him, which meant that the kids wouldn’t go anywhere near where the two of you were
the perks were that you got more eggs than expected
he felt really really bad though, he really did
so you both agreed to give some of the eggs away (that were only filled with candy)
but after this kind gesture, the kids warmed up to him and swarmed him the rest of the day
“They’re staring” Wolffes shoulders slumped a little as he held the pink basket in his left hand. You looked behind him and noticed your little cousins keeping some distance from you both. Your eyes softened seeing how uncomfortable he looked. This was the first time bringing Wolffe around to a full event family reunion, which meant meeting more relatives. When the younger ones noticed Wolffe, they became hesitant seeing him for the first time. You walked up to Wolffe and grabbed his right hand, bringing it up to your lips, you kissed his knuckles and looked at him. “After we’re done, we can give the eggs away to the kids” he nodded and laced your fingers together “and when I mean we give the eggs away, I mean the ones filled with candy not the money”
𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲
denied doing egg hunting with you
“plea-“
“no”
after some convincing, he joined you
he didn’t interact nor help you pick up the eggs tho
he observed as you gave one of your cousins the death stare as they took the egg that was almost in arms reach
you wanted to throw some hands, but you couldn’t cause you had to be mature and a decent peer for them to look up to one day...maybe.
he got asked a couple of times by the little ones to help get an egg that was not accessible to them and he kindly complied
after thinking to yourself, you shoved the easter basket towards cody and walked away, only coming back to him if your hands were full of eggs
Cody mused as you stormed off into a direction of where bright colorful eggs were apparent. You glared at him when you came back after snatching a few eggs away from your cousins before their grimy hands could get ahold of them. “Are you sure you’re not 12?” You placed the few eggs you had in the basket that he held for you “yes I’m sure, but just so you know, i refuse to share both the candy and the money with you” you gave him a pointed look. Cody hummed, and hid his free hand behind his back. “You wouldn’t at least share a single piece of candy’ with your boyfriend?” he pouted and you hissed “okay okay fine, only a couple of candies and that’s it” Cody raised both his eyebrows “hmm what a shame” Cody quickly brought his free hand over your head and cracked a confetti egg over your head. You gasped and started to jab at his arm “you bitch-”
𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬
he asked YOU to go easter egg hunting with him
in this case, with how he acted childish in a sense...you got him a batman themed easter basket and he was hyped af
you were eternally grateful and ashamed that he got along with the little ones
he oddly fit in with them so well...
while your relatives prepared to hide the eggs, he made sure to get the kids excited to go egg hunting while waiting inside the house
“Alright ground rules! No pushing or shoving, stealing eggs from one another is fine, but no stealing from each other’s baskets”
this easter was a chaotic mess🧍
You watched as the kids and Fives ran into the backyard and started grabbing as much eggs as they could. You observed as Fives went against the ground rules he set and stole eggs from the more mature cousins that wouldn’t get butt hurt and start crying. Fives reached up into a tree that had a golden egg placed in an empty bird nest. You walked up behind him, making sure to keep a distance so he could have enough room to climb down. “Fives are you serious right now?” You crossed your arms in front of you and gave him an unamused look; once he managed to retrieve the golden egg, he turned towards you and gave you a big smile. “I got this one just for you” he placed the golden egg in your nearly empty basket and kissed your forehead “now back to my mission” he scurried off before you could tell him off, but alas, it fell onto deaf ears and he was halfway across the backyard.
𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨
kindly accepted your offer right away
was a bit embarrassed, but seeing how enthusiastic you were about easter egg hunting, he relaxed
he was kind and patient and allowed the younger ones to have their fun while you both held hands and salvaged whatever you could
he was a bit eager at first with how many eggs were already stored in other baskets, but seeing as you were enjoying and reminiscing your childhood he calmed down
what amazed you was how polite some of your younger relatives were to Echo, they would offer up some eggs to him.
an innocent gesture to show how they appreciated echos kindness or his presence
You watched as one of your younger cousins approached you both and held a blue egg up in front of Echo. Echo smiled down at the child and squatted down to their height “thank you, but it’s yours’ to keep” your cousin smiled and shook their head “you can hav et”. Echo gave a kind smile and carefully took the egg into his hand, your cousin scurried away to get more eggs somewhere else. He stood up and looked over to you, you shrugged your shoulders and brought the basket up towards him, in which he placed the blue egg in. You grabbed his hand and continued to pick up after what the kids had managed to leave behind, or even miss. But, Echo had an amazing time celebrating easter with you and your family.
#captain rex#captain rex x reader#captain rex imagine#commander wolffe headcanons#commander wolffe x reader#commander cody headcanons#commander cody x reader#arc trooper echo headcanons#arc trooper echo x reader#arc trooper fives headcanons#arc trooper fives x reader#starwastheclonewars#star wars x reader#Star Wars the clone wars scenario#star wars imagine#ohmsjedi
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the wolf should’ve been afraid of me.
Titans 3.04
just under the wire! ... i hope.
like with the previous review, i’m typing this up as i see the episode. here we go!
spoilers ahead.
1. ... well. that was an interesting cold open.
1.25. i don’t know whether to admire this show’s restraint when it comes to gotham and its excesses, particularly arkham asylum. it’d be easy to go hammer and tongs, like suicide squad (2016) did, or any number of bat media did, at a tropey, colourful~~insanity~~ that can be quite damaging, casting mental illness in strangeness and criminality. it definitely shows gotham as... separate from the rest of the country, its own ecosystem of heroes and villains, a sort of rogue state.
but that ecosystem is still human, with its heroes needing to clip parts of themselves away just to survive, growing old and needing to be recycled, its villains languishing in the same kinds of systems that fail everybody else who needs to be helped. it’s a quieter, tenser sort of wrongness: not strange enough that you can dissociate, but not close enough that you can completely empathise. gotham is its own creature.
1.5. i know that the reasoning behind this is more doylist than anything, but i’m so glad that joker was killed off with little fanfare right at the start of the season. he is the one man in the batverse that’s transcended its confines as this sort of ethereal boogeyman/eternal edgelord and to justify his presence in the series would mean giving him this tired, overblown importance and too much of a stab at colourful, tropey “madness” in this otherwise-subdued series. i wish all batmedia would follow suit and get rid of this fucker.
1.75. so jason is bucking scarecrow’s control! or reminding him of who exactly holds all the cards right now. circling back to what i talked about in the last review, it’s remarkable just how little time it’s been since jason’s “death” and he’s already got ‘minions’ and elaborately set up plans to track, break and kill the titans. just how long has he been planning this? when did he first look at WE weapons prototypes and think that’s something i can use to blow somebody up? and the most unsettling question: did he plan his own death at the hands of the joker just so that he could break batman?
at this point it’s obvious that the scarecrow at least started jason down this path, but it’s frightening just how far he’s travelled already.
1.8. aaagh, less than one minute in! i’ll shut up.
2. conner washing his hands at the sink reminds me that he was directly in the line of explosion when hank got blown up and he’s probably got atomised hank-bits all over his skin that he’s desperately trying to wash off.
... you’re welcome.
2.25. conner, don’t you speak to gar fucking logan like that, sir, no!
2.3. if anything it’s the lex part of him that gave him the knowhow to recognise the weapon and build a de-activator for it.
anyway, for that ‘half-breed’ and ‘talking tiger’ comment?
(i wish, tho, that we actually see conner more interested in the superman part of his legacy, like maybe listening to stories from gar, or even better, dick, so we get a better idea of the pressure he’s feeling to live up to that part of him and not the part that’s lex.)
((i talked about conner’s stages of moral development in his introductory episode last season, but i wonder if the next stage of his self-actualisation would be to further integrate the parts of himself and realise that they are only parts and he, conner, is an entirely different person unto himself that can make decisions on how to use what he has and what he knows. his superman abilities can be used to destroy. his lex knowledge can be used to save.))
3. oh dawn :((
3.25. is this the last we see of dawn and hank? i mean, we know donna is coming back; would it be a stretch to think they’ll try to have a go at resurrecting hank as well?
3.5. “deathstroke didn’t make us into killers.” good, because deathstroke didn’t make jason a killer either. there’s a missing step there you need to be looking for, dick.
3.75. dick did try to break the cycle, step away from gotham, run from the possibility that he could turn into batman. it didn’t help; he couldn’t fully withdraw from his vigilante persona the same time he loathed it, and batman literally haunted him both asleep and awake. but maybe gotham doesn’t have to turn anybody into anything. maybe gotham has nothing to do with it at all. it’s about taking responsibility, realising some sacrifices are pure bullshit, and building an actual family instead of merely a team.
anyway: hugs!
(oh, also? mr “i hate flying”? i mean, there’s perfectly valid reasons to hate flying that’s not related to childhood trauma, but then again, this guy was literally a ‘flying grayson’ once. also also, remember that he also gets sea-sick. must’ve a lot of fun stories to tell.)
4. ooh that gar/kory confrontation was brief but cool!
listen, i have never seen a psychiatrist with that extravagant an office and SIR I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW HOW--
4.5. kory’s so unused to reaching out for help and it’s breaking my heart that HPG likely is some kind of impostor that’s maybe causing her symptoms in the first place.
kory and dick have mostly been apart this season but it’s remarkable how their journeys have paralleled each other; kory processes her grief, isolation and existential dread into a determination to take care of this new family she has, no matter what it takes; dick does much the same, forging ahead with plans and solutions until he has no fuel left in him and spirals into a massive breakdown.
4.25. listen titans this really is a TERRIBLE continuity error. we aren’t goldfish; we can clearly remember that two minutes ago it was gar’s upper arm that was burned, not his forearm. COME ON.
“sensory deprivation tank” *SNORT*
anyway, gar is the BEST
4.5. i wonder where these visions of experimentation took place. was it on tamaran, or on earth, after she came to hunt down rachel/trigon and before she lost all her memories? is HPG a part of the scientist group that experimented on her? ... god, i hope not. i mean, i think he is, but it would be cool to have some positive therapist representation in media.
5. you’d think the van transporting a dangerous supervillain that only batman could catch would be more secure but... i’m also not entirely surprised.
5.15. i love dick gives ZERO shits about hiding himself or even ensuring scarecrow is adequately contained. just turns away after kidnapping him in BROAD DAYLIGHT and says ‘let’s go’. I LOVE THIS DUMBASS
6. lmao gar is having a really really shitty day SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK or just a goddamn story arc of his own
6.5. i’m really confused about the timeline here. so... sometime ago, kory came down to earth to hunt down trigon, yeah? at some further point down the line she and her sister were kidnapped and experimented on. THEN she somehow escapes but... loses her memory? a few months pass and then we see blackfire alive and well and free; she kills faddei, can impersonate other people, and is clearly seeking out kory. but now she’s still in the experiment facility...? what’s going on?
i’m not entirely surprised about the facility being mostly deserted. either the biggest investors in this project gave up on it and it was left to the most fanatic to carry on, or they were deliberately trying to lure kory and get her to free blackfire--expand the environs of the experiment, so to speak.
7. hopefully barbara is going to get something to do other than listen to various men give her Attitude
8. how do you terrorise a terrorist? well:
i love when dick is a scary-competent motherfucker.
8.25. ooooh, the attack on crane at arkham a ploy to get crane to blackgate? nice one dick, i didn’t even think of that. but why though? to protect crane from the titans? to intercept the van to blackgate and “rescue” him? seems likely--red hood was there, except dick got to crane quicker.
9. still reeeallly unclear about the komand’r situation. was komand’r captured after s2? is this all A TRAP?? if so, why are you stepping into the only thing that can contain you, kory????
9.25. so... definite parallels between dick/jason and kory/kom here. i’m just. i’m still. really confused. i’ll shut up now.
10. this may be my favourite dick look yet:
woodsman!dick in a beanie.
10.5. i unironically love how titans has made this bizarrely-devoted-to-his-moniker, toxin-spewing supervillain into a tamer version of hannibal, psychoanalysing his victims into submission. it’s of a piece with how inward looking titans is, the way all of its villains are obsessed with how our protagonists’ minds work, to the point where they would actually spend time inside of them.
there are no big plots to end the world. no apocalypses or endgames here. these villains collect the titans’ insecurities like infinity stones. the way the titans defeat them is by achieving character growth--literally winning by the power of love. literally “the real superpower is the friends we made along the way”!
10.7. anyway, i’m betting dick is used to this bullshit from crane and is humouring him in the service of getting more information. the story about the wolf? an implicit threat, not to mention dick getting to control what crane knows about him and what methods he would use to manipulate him.
am i giving dick too much credit here? i don’t think so. he’s really impressed me so far this season.
10.75. like. there’s a real unreliable narrator vibe coming off with every person that talks about bruce (much like how the various members of the titans talked about jason’s motivations) and to buy into crane’s talk about bruce being a psychopath is to fall for the same manipulation that jason fell for. dick is the only person who hasn’t really psychoanalysed bruce this season, and i think some part of his detective brain is piecing things together into a bigger picture.
11. i’m glad kory rescued kom but did she have to kill the scientist?
(i mean, yeah, probably - the less people know that kom escaped the less likely they’re going to have the fucking govt on their doorstep, but still.)
11.5. dick’s gonna come back to wayne manor, stare straight at komand’r and go, well which room would you like? because the team might as well adopt ANOTHER person, yeah?
12. oh MAN that red hood/nightwing fight was AMAZING! and he did the thing! the boomerang escrima thing! i’m so delighted!
12.5. the anger and disbelief in dick’s voice when he says you told crane EVERYTHING?! tells me that he knew exactly what he was telling crane himself.
12.75. “everything you are is because of him” - oh that reminds me of halluci!bruce from last season. i hope we see halluci!bruce again--he is so vicious but so entertaining... so much more effective at tearing dick down than crane or jason combined. goes to show that dick’s biggest enemy is own fucking head.
12.8. oh no! dick’s shot! crane is in the wind with red hood! blackfire is now with the titans! i love it!
honestly this season’s pacing is such a big step up from the last couple. gold star, show.
#titans#titans spoilers#meta#dick grayson#koriand'r#garfield logan#komand'r#conner kent#dawn granger#jason todd#jonathan crane#a byronic cupcake#badass strawberry truffle#manic pixie pop tart#a tragic jalebi
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OC list of the MMO LESBIAN
SarapAlexandria Duvel <3 Vette
Sith Warrior
Human, brown short hair, 1,78, D cups, she likes dressin on armor that is bulkier than a tank or in a tank top and leggings. Dark eyes and light skin
Lesbian. LOVES toys in bed
Headcannons
Has a personal Dreagnough that she uses as a colliseum. She has taken into training new sith in combat. More than her apprentices they are more of gladiators for her to fight.
Kinda crazy. Likes to bounce around and do Tons of damage. She is feroucios about defending the Empire and believes that the republic is doomed. Has archived the impossible more than a dozen times so no plan is to crazy or stupid for her. Gratefully, her wife knows what is too stupid or too crazy and so she fixes those plans so her big sith girl can go fight monsters and other people.
Married Vette. Only she can make her laught so much that she forgets she is angry. The tiny girl is so adorable and so cute and jsut so horny for Alexandria that the two of them spend 3 months on a horny induced honeymoon. Even now after the war with zakuul they keep having more honeymoons whenever they get the chance.
She wasnt all that hurt by Quinns betratal. Like, hey man fatman told you to kill me so no biggie- But from now on you are my bitch and i will bully you over all this k?
Jaesa kinda bugs her. She is Dark side but not SO crazy but still she is kinda...tiny. Alexandria likes to challenge her to crazy stuff and she always gets on trouble with her, but Jaesa is so young and sometimes weak that
Pierce is her best freind. A total madman when it comes to battle, a blootthirsty man that will not doubt in choosing violence but also super trusthworthy and she knows he will stop her from getting killed in stupid ways
For her Broonmark is her fluffy monster! Just point release and watch blood by spilled. She makes him shower after every bottle and use proucts on his hair cause she likes how soft he gets.
She remains a free agent causing chaos everywhere. She is not quick to kill always tho. If she got a good fight with someone she will usually let them live so they can fight again.
She is the most sexually proactive girl around. She will get every pair of cute or hot tiddies on a bed along side Vette. She is a bit dom and doesnt like playing sub, but she will play passive.
Master of Shien and Juyo, she likes to go crazy with a lightsaber and destroying the place but doesnt really like dual wielding
Seraphine <3 Temple
Sith Agent. New code name: Specter
Cyborg, mostly internal components on her eye, brain and bones. 1,96M, Long hair, usually red but she likes dying it. C cups, She wishses to get more tits but she has to be stealthy. She likes using loose clothes with lots of cleavege. She isnt a fan of bras.
Lesbian Switch. Likes bondage and public stuff. She can and will play any part on roleplay. From the scared virgin to the cruel dominatrix
Headcannons
A master of hidding on plain sight. Seraphine is the kind of woman who blends everywhere. She likes attention from the spotlight just to let it go 5 minutes later. She has the talent of being so likeable that any girl that gets close to her on bed, never gets mad with her for leaving or just going for another girl. She also has a perfect memory and will remember how you like to be touch, how much you moan or what kind of cnadies you like when you are on your days. She is as soft as she is Ruthless. She has never regret killing anyone for more than an hour. Unless she kils someone she has slept with she will pull the triger no matter what. This includes civilians, wounded and allies. After Chapter 3 she left the identity of Cypher 9 and became a shadow agent for the Empire. Her new code name: Specter.
After the War with Zakuul she was left on charge ofthe Alliance by Darth Nox. Both the Ex Imperial Wrath and the Supreme Huntress stayed behind with her.
She doesnt like Kaliyo. No. She is no fun. She likes to hurt and doesnt look after girls. She was particulary angry at her at the start because she would try to get on the way of her time with other girls. So Seraphine got Kaliyo a cute chasity belt and allowed her to focus on chaos outside the bedroom. That way they both can get what they want. Chaos and attention.
Vector is her special little guy. Confident. Trusthworthy. But really fun to mess up with. Seraphine tells him to do weird stuff just to get a laught at weird situation. She also helps him send money for Killik Joiners. She likes that he is simple
Lokin is a weird guy for Seraphine.He could do a lot of stuff with the ragkghoul virus but she likes that he is quiet and calm. She likes trying tea with him
Ensign Temple is the only girl that has kept Seraphine attention span for more than 1 night. She likes her a lot because she cant read her as well as other people and so she makes her angry just to learn more about her. She forgot how it felt to get to know someone through time and so she likes to keep her around. She also likes Temple is super organized and loyal
Seraphine can never choose fast between either a big rifle or a tiny blade under her dress. She likes how chaos erupts after a person gets shots down but she also likes to be close when her target takes their last breath
FUCK SCORPIO UwU
Arthemys Delos <3 Mako
Huntress
Built like a tank, She likes lifting Mako to train her big guns. She is a cyborg with lots of internal components and a cybernetic leg (left) She isnt the tallest girl, she is 169 (nice) but she has the biggest tiddies. She carries two E cups that she loves to put on Mako’s face. She has black short hair
Lesbian
Total top but wont say no to being topped every know and then
Headcannons
Money,gambling, explosions and pretty girls, Arthemis cares for little more than that. As long as she can fire guns, gamble money and have a bed with a pretty girl on it she will do an job. She loves hunting animals and will almost never reject a bounty. What she wont do, is just say yes to any quest or mission. She can get money as easy as she can waste it and so throwin credits at her doesnt work. Only if the work isnt something she dislikes or too easy or boring she will do it. She has a few internal implants after playing with grenades when she was young.
Mako is hers. Hers alone. She wont let her go beyon her sight and will actually get restless for being away from her too long. Arthemis is possesive which Mako kinda likes.
The two of them likes being on top of eachother as much as possible but a extra pair of hands or tiddies make them both pretty happy. Most of the time, is actually Mako who gets the girl.
Gault is jsut too fun not to keep around. Arthemis wouldnt call him his best friend becuase she suspects the guys can be bought but he is fun either way. She like getting a lot of money with him and then wasting it all or just not taking the pay,just to mess up with him.
Torian is fun. Sometimes. He is a mandalorian and she likes fighting strong people. But Torian is a bit more serious that she would like. She doesnt like people dying because then she cant fight them again and so she doesnt like some decisions of the mandalorian. But at the end of the day the trust that the two share is one of a brotherhood.
Blizz. God Damm Blizz. When Arthemis got Mako on her bed and then into her family she thought she coulnt be happier. She was wrong. The little jawa makes everything better. As chaotic as her and even weirder than Gault, Arthemis just cant stop keeping the jawa around
YOU READ MY COMMENT ABOUT SCORPIO? WELL THAT X2
Selendis likes using two big guns to shot down her enemies. She doesnt really enjoy going around in huge armor so she keeps herself kinda light. But her armor is still a bit big. Why you ask? Cause she loves the feeling of having not only a flamethrower but also grenades, missiles, hooks and electric weapons all stuffed in her body.
Selendis <3 Lana and Senya
Sith Inquisitor
Sith girl with piercing orange eus and long amazing black hair. She is 182 and as sith that focus on range combat, she took the luxury of enhancing her breasts to a nice DD cups. She doesnt like jewelry but she has a few tattoos.
Sorcerer
Lesbian. The one to dom them all.
No amount of girls is too much when it comes to Selendys
A proud, stylish and master manipulator Selendis believes that the empire can be improved but even in its current state is better than the republic. She is patient and ruthless and wont stop until the galaxy is back on order. She left the alliance and took overthe sith empire after letting Acina step down. Seriously, no killing her just “Try and stop me from getting the throne”
Khem Val is her personal monster. A warrior of another time which she swears wont ever be forgotten. She has taken into redacting whatever information the dashade gives her. She has task him ith protecting everyone she deems worthy of her interest
Andronikos is a fun and interesting man. He is a pirate with experience and a code. Hard things to find. Selendis enjoys him being slipery and smartass. She also enjoys the acces to the underworld the man provides. Over all she likes that the betrayed man has once more put his trust on someone. She wont abuse it but she prides herself of it
Ashara. The little puppy. She has learn about the dark side and the sith and yet she keeps herself on a reaching point from the jedi order. Still she has a point of view that is useful and welcome. She has teached her everything useful that she could learnt.
Talos. Oh Talos. A men of science and interest. Selendis has swear to protect the smart man just so he can see for once history being made instead of being discovered. Most of the time she has free, she will spent researching stuff with Talos and discussing history
Xalek. Selendis attack dog. A simple desire of the young Kaleesh allowed Selendis to craft a magnificent Student. Xalek belived that she was a god. And so Selendis tasked Xalek to forget about being a kaleesh god, and instead become a sith god. Strength, power, and victory.
Lana Beniko. From the first time Selendis met Lana she was intrigue. A sith that kept her rage and hate deep withing her, so she could serve the empire better. Selendis wasted no time in seducing the sith and keeping her under her control. But soon Selendis lost control and ended up loving her. Lana became her source of power. She would burn the galaxy for her. She also fancid her cute ass and the way she lost control.
Senya Tirall. Selendis doesnt do well with betrayal. And so after defeating Arcann, she was left quite angry when Senya saved him. So, after the war with Zakuul, Selendis threw Senya into a prison and slowly made her crumble. Telling her that both Arcann and Vaylin were death, Offering herself as the only ally, and then leaving her alone. Selendis broke Senya and put her back together in a way that she would enjoy. Despite being more of a pet than a lover, Selendis does love her in her wn special way, and wont let her be hurt.
REPUBLIC OCS
Cassandra (Cassie) Jedi Knight <3 kIRA
She tiny! She is 165, amber eyes,C cups she likes to hide on a sport bra and to fight, she has a few scars over her back and shoulder (horny origin) She specialies on Djem So but likes using two lightsbaers instead of one
Lesbian
Total Bottom girl. Tsundere (will be all agressive but you pet her once and she will melt on your arms)
T7-01 The crimemaster, Teseven will always be there to push Cassie towards any female individual just so Cassie can stop winning about not having a girlfriend. Each time it works, but Cassie ends up lossing the contact or getting pulled out from plannet by the council
Kira. Or like Cassie likes to call her, babe! Cassie was sweap of her feat by how chaotic her padawan was an how incredible persistent she was on taking baths together, giving eachother massages and just being close. Cassie lasted 2.6 seconds the first time she gave her a kiss and fron that day on, she is either fighting or on her girlfriend’s arms. Kira likes to tease Cassie and on nights she makes sure to give her all of her love
Doc. The best partner. Doc is always there for Cassie, wherever she is doing good or bad. Or doing ilegal or legal stuff. He knows Cassie will jump towards danger and he will be there to help her make the galaxy a better place
Rusk. There are few things that Rusk hates more than the empire and one of them is how Cassie jumps on top of his back because she is to tiny to get food by herself. Even then, he will die for his little sister becuase he knows she will defeat the empire some day
Scourge. The big old sith might have forgotten what means love, pain or feelings, but he respects Cassie. He knows that despite her size the little jedi is more than capable of busting whatever walls appear on her way, even if it means tapping on the dark side.
Bella Jedi consular <3 NADIA
She is a curvy girl. D cps on a tallish girl, 178, with a dump track ass. She is thick and she is SHY about it. She likes baggy clothes so her body doesnt show too much. She feels that healing people with her skills is the best call for her but she also agrees that sometimes throwin a massive bould to minnies is good
Qyzen. Qyzen and Bella are good frends. Mostly, because Qyzen will gladly shoot anyone who calls Bella on her fat ass, and Bella will drop a boulder on anyone who calls him green skin or lizard. The two of them are the type of people who fixate on stuff and they enjoy their hobbies
Tharan. To be honest. Bella didnt think it thorugh when she got Tharan to come with. She was doing it mosly out of pity and because she needed some help. But mostly she just liked Holiday and would be more interested on keeping her rather than him.
Zenith. Oh dear Zenith. Bella enjoys Zenith attiude. There is little more than that. She isnt as extremist as he is, but she knows that he will do everything on his power to defeat the empire and protect the inocent
Iresso. Oh Ireso is fun. Bella likes to bully him in little wyas. Sometimes she will just pick something ilegal to do to get on his nerves. Thats alls. Well he is all good and good for fights but Bella likes how correct he is and that she can make him mad
Nadia: Her love. Her mistress. Her everything. Everyone has thirsted for her body, and so Bella usually isnt ready to believe most words of love and affection, but Nadia persisted for months, being almost addicted to her body. And so one day Bella let her padawan into her bedroom and cried over her love. Nadia is the type of girl who will devote her heart and soul to her love. She CANT keep her hands off Bella’s body tho, which makes it hard for her to keep clean underwear around
NEW OCS FROM THE NOT PC OCS GAME.
PRESENTING. THE ARTIST
Sarah Novadust
The lead singer and dancer of the Imperial Idol group “Royal Novas”
A tallish girl (175cm) a bit petite looking but upclose you notice she has a good pair of thighs and some nice ass. She has GOLDEN hair. Not blonde. Golden. She keeps it on a long ponytail that reaches all the way back to her ass. She is a human girl of 22 years old with Purple eyes due to some alien grandparents
She leads the Royal Nova an Idol Group originated on the Empire. The group is formed by her, 3 back up singers, 5 back up dancers, 2 guitars, piano, drums, violin, and 1 trumpet. The 15 girls are all REAL close to Sarah.. More on that later
Sarah was born on Sarapin. She worked on being an artist since she was young, but when she was around 15 she was blacklisted from most musical firms on the republic over a incident with a manager that wanted to taste her body. Sarah left to spent some times with friends back on Balmorra when the empire attacked. FOr a couple of years she layed low working on some cantinas singing to earn a living. It was there when some sith lady saw her and brought her to Kaas City. Sarah would keep singing for more and more excentic public until she had the favour of enough people that she could stay safe and solo. Then after saving up for some time, she went and convinved a few sith lords and sith officers to put some credits on for a full on idol group. She invited friends and scouted for talent all over the galaxy
As an artist, Sarah likes mixing her young excitement with imperial overconfidense. She knows that playing it safe wont work and so she makes every song and perfomance into a way to improve herself more and more. With a big group of girls to help her she has managed to perform or even Dark council members and Senators from the republic.
As a young woman, Sarah attracts a lot of people. She isnt the most strong willed person, nor she is particulary aggresive. That is excaclty the reason why each and every member of the Royal Novas is madly in love with her. Each girl looks over their leader as a little kitten to be protected. Of course, Sarah doesnt mind the attention and as long everyone plays nice, she will open her heart to the entire group. With 22 years old, a massive fallowing, more credits that she can count and a polyamourous relationship with 14 girls, Sarah's life is just the best
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Saturday 28 February 1835
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no kiss fine morning F41° at 9 10 - frosty - sun shining - had Turner for stone post and told Pickells where to put gin pit stuff - he began moving it this morning - Breakfast at 9 ½ - had Washington - brought the plan of the Northgate estate - amount of [towns’] assessment of my Mytholm farm, and the land at Northgate - paid him the money to pay Miss Jenkinson 2 bills one to A- the other to myself for horses to church etc. Mr Jubb came between 10 and 11 - saw my aunt and then did up my wrist again - to keep this plaster compress and bandage on for a week or 10 days longer and then all will be well - longish talk on politics - ministers beaten in the commons - the amendment to the address (on the king’s speech) carried -a gentleman (barrister) come down from London and Mr Bateman scrutinizing Mr Wortley’s votes and those of the other MP and Mr Protheroe - they say Mr W- is safe - Messrs. Akroyd Kirshaw and Briggs have given security for paying the expense - I spoke again and more clearly than ever before that the soi-disant aristocracy of the town had not borne its honours meekly - foolish to offend such people as the Haighs etc the H-s an old family (of Green Royde) gone down in the present old George’s grand-father’s time - they ought to be conciliated and with more right than many - older settlers than Rawsons, Edwards etc the Walkers of Crownest among the oldest of the now oldest – i.e. of about 2 centuries - Mr Jubb said my own family was the only old one here - I named the Hortons, but took the palm of the antiquity offered tho’ spoke with conciliatory consideration towards all newer settles whose property and respectability gave them claims on the town - Mr J- said he was flattered to find my so coincide with his own - again mentioned Mr Henry Priestley as a proper person for one other blue MP- another time - then (Mr J- went at 11 20/60) ½ hour talking to A- wrote the above of today and off to Halifax at 12 20 - and back at 2 �� - went and returned by the old bank - Mr Parker and Mr Adam out - went to Russell’s (late Eastwood) and left my Maclean watch to be cleaned - to be done this day week - then to Walton’s, the sadler - a staunch blue - most of his whig customers have left him - they act on the exclusive dealing system whatever they may say - then a moment at Whitley’s - Philip’s treatise on the vital functions to come next week - then to Greenwood’s - thinks the timber (at £71.1.0) valued high but agreed to take it at that (for he is fast for a little sycamore) and pay for it in November - said I would not be hard with him about that for that if I built at Northgate I might make some arrangement - that [right] both him and myself - will only take down a tree or 2 now - the rest to stand till next spring - not longer - he is to farm the land for me - said there was therefore nothing to be said about rent, for I kept the land in my own hands merely letting G- take the crop and manage for me - then to Mr Parker’s office - nothing farthing from or in the name of Mr Jeremiah Dyson respecting the trespass the other way in hunting (Wednesday 11th February) but Mr Carr has settled the matter by paying for Mr Parker’s letter 3/6 and 2nd toll for passing thro’ the gate - said Mr Jeremiah Dyson must make a
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gentlemanly apology for the trespass, not commit another such and pay for Mr Parker’s letter and the toll for passing thro’ the gate, or Mr P- must commence an action against him - home at 2 ¼ in 12 minutes from Mr Parker’s office --a little while talking to Charles H- then talking to A- till she and I off at 3 to Cliff Hill - 1 ¼ hour there - Mrs AW very civil and glad to see us - home at 5 55 - settled with Pickells and Charles H- - dinner at 6 ¾ -coffee - Marian came to us for a little while - read the Halifax Guardian of this morning and skimmed yesterday’s morning Herald and wrote the last 18 lines till 9 55 then 20 minutes with my aunt till 10 ¼ at which hour F42° very fine - but cold and frosty
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The Destiel Folder: Season 5
[Season 4 here]
Episode 1:
Dean is visibly upset about Cas' death, especially at (6:07), and Zachariah notices. From here on, we have a progressive worse reaction from Dean to each of Castiel's deaths
Dean calls Cas a 'friend', again sounding very upset (8:20)
We also get a parallel between Dean and Sam: "I learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch!" and "I learned that from Ruby." (9:10) ICWAW, this parallel would implicate romantic subtext
Cas comes back, bringing top energy onto Zachariah, and Dean just... checks him out (32:43) [this is a frequent thing by the way, I'm on S10 right now, it is]
Episode 2:
I'm so fuckin sorry but I'm laughing too hard at this: D"God" C"Yes" D"God" C"Yes!" (4:09) guys, don't sex-talk in front of Sam and Bobby
"I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you." (4:54)
Dean gives in to Cas' top energy "Dean, give it to me." (5:53) shit, guys, enough sex-talk
Episode 3:
The 'personal space scene'. Dean, love, if someone is in your personal bubble, and you don't want them there, you don't stand there for 10 seconds while flicking your gaze from their eyes to their lips TWICE (6:04) ICWAW, these scene would be read as full of sexual tension
Dean here compares himself and Cas to Thelma & Louise, from a movie with HELLA lesbian subtext. And the way he looks at Cas for 7 seconds, tongue between his teeth and just... this fucking look (7:37)
You don't look at friends that way. You don't.
"I need your help, because you're the only one who'll help me. Please". (7:58) Cas trusts Dean will help him while no other would, and he is right... also Dean keeps glancing at his lips
The way Dean fixs Cas' tie and collar, so domestic. (10:34) [This will parallel in 10x05 when Dean messes up musical!Castiel's tie for it to be a legit costume.] Also, the whole police station scene is full of Old married couple moments
"There are two things that I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay." And then they were voted best chemestry couple like Bert and Ernie. Just saying. (16:23) "Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch... let's go."... and Cas just follows Dean like nothing, but later on...
... Cas is beyond terrified at the idea of being intimate with a woman (11:24),
tho he followed Dean with no problem. ... Did... did he think Dean was making an offer?
He chugs down a beer in fear, poor baby
And he is so jumpy I'm dying
Dean admits Cas is the only one who has made him laugh for real in years (20:58), also, shoulder hug, and Cas, who was on the verge of tears a moment earlier, is smiling and comfortable now.
"Don't look at me, it was his idea." (26:57) the look Cas gives Dean, they're so fucking #MARRIED
"Today you're my little bitch." "... What he said!" Dean is impressed and amused by Cas' smugness (and top energy) (31:55) Basically "Well, mark me down as scared and horny!"
Dean understands how Cas feels, and wants to help. He says he feels good with him "I've had more fun with you in the past 24h that I've had with Sam in years... and you're not that much fun." (36:06) Dean doesn't want to be alone, didn't want Cas to leave.
Episode 4:
Dean sounds and looks like a teenager on the phone with their crush, teasing Cas while smiling softly (1:22). Also "I'll just... wait here then." (2:15)
Even as a mortal, Cas stuck with Dean through the apocalypse, living in pain, chugging down drugs, but never leaving Dean's side. Being his second during hunts. Having only each other
And this Cas can recognize this Dean is not his own only by glancing at him for a moment (... by looking at his dick?!) (18:37)
Dean is stunned and concerned about apocalypse!Cas and how his life turned out
Apocalypse!Cas sits like Dean. Aww, they've been rubbing off on each other [yeah, I bet] (22:27)
"I like past you!" and that smile. So sweet and nostalgic (25:35)
This whole scene (23:48). They are so #MARRIED
Dean is concerned about Cas doing drugs, being basically depressed and living like shit (28:03)
Cas saves Dean again. "We had an appointment." "...Don't ever change." and the way they stare at each other (38:49) look at those smiles and how longingly Cas looks at Dean
Episode 8:
Not a destiel moment, but Dean is totally BI: (12:04); "Sure" (12:42); "What makes Dr Sexy, SEXY, is that he wears cowboy boots!" (12:57); and Dean loves cowboys, just saying
Is... is Dean thinking about Cas being pretty? And about the fact that a creepy guy just called his angel 'pretty'? (20:26)
First thing Dean requests Gabe does is to bring Cas back, threatening him
Episode 9:
Dean reacting to Damien and Barnes being a couple is... LOL (36:27) and after that (38:40), he is on his own, fiddling with his keys, smiling to himself. And when Sam asks if he is okay, he responds "Yeah, you know? I think I'm good." while still smiling to himself. Is he happy about an queer man portraying him, about seeing himself in a confident, openly queer man in a relationship? What else could it be?
Episode 13:
Dean gets more and more worried when Cas gets/is hurt (9:45)(38:02). Also, he got Cas a honeymoon suite. Wow. How sweet.
Episode 14:
The phone call scene. The stares, the tension... look at this shit (10:00)
Dean, stop checking out Cas. You're working. But seriously, look at him. He likes his roughness. AND AGAIN WITH THE LIPS STARING (11:02)
Dean and Cas, after being touched by a cherub, stand shoulder-to-shoulder close to each other, in front of a bi-coloured window (13:26-13:33) I MEAN- Also, Dean, you're staring at a naked man's dong... just saying (13:33-13:36)... stop that, be a professional
Is this the first wink Dean gives at Cas? (14:37) for real? With a cherub in the room? Wow.
(16:16) "Where did he go?" "I belive you upset him." Look at Cas during this scene. #MARRIED
Cas asks Dean where his Famine-induced-hunger is, why he seems unaffected by it... and Dean stares at Cas, then the burger he is holding, then back at him, like he has everything he could want right there, in his Baby (29:22)
Episode 16:
... I'm sorry, but... did Cas really have to MOAN Dean's name to get his attention? (5:24)
I believe this is the first time we ever hear Dean say the words "I love you" (14:38-28:09), and he is saying them to Sam. The only other time we hear him say it is to his mother in 12x22. And the only other person he was supposed to say those words to was, in fact, Cas in 8x17. Let that sink in.
"You son of a bitch." Dean's been rubbing off on Cas, and this is not the only line he has picked up from Dean (38:29)
Episode 17:
This is such a sweet scene. Cas is showing himself weak once again, and Dean sympathises with him, reassures him, confides in him. How sweet. (30:17) ICWAW, this would be seen as a romantic bonding moment
Episode 18:
Cas legit looks like an angry wife. Look how pissed he is at Dean (6:19) #MARRIED
This is such a #MARRIED scene, with Cas being pissy at Dean "being a coward". Also "Yeah, you know what? Blow me, Cas!" and his look after that, like "Does... does he actually want me to?" (13:22)
and this is not the last 'sexual invitation' Dean makes Cas. In fact, minutes later...
"Cas, not for nothing, but, the last person who looked at me like that... I got laid. *wink*" ... just... that (17:53). ICWAW, people would believe this was flirtatious, SHAMELESS, teasing
Look at that FULL TOP MODE tho
"I gave everything for you, and this is what you give to me?" (25:28) Cas is not just angry at Dean for giving up on the plan, but for giving up on life, on them. "So you could surrender to them?" (25:17) not "So you can let them win". It could've been phrased that way, but this is not about the angels winning. It's about Dean giving up on them. Cas is 'cause Dean would be selfishly leaving them
Cas starts taking off his tie and... Dean just stares (31:46). Moments later, we find out Cas totally took his shirt off in front of the boys to make the banishing simbol on his chest, and by the way Dean was STARING when it was only a tie, I bet he either gawked or averted his eyes. Either way, GAY
Cas prefers to die rather than watch Dean fail and die himself (31:55) Also, Sam still thinks of Dean as a hero who can do no wrong, while Cas recognizes his flaws and weaknesses. He knows Dean
Zachariah grabs Dean by the collar and gets in his face. Dean does nothing but flinch a little, mantaining his strong appearance. He only submits and looks overwhelmed when Cas does it (37:50)
Episode 19:
Cas is priority to Dean over Adam. He's more family to him than his actual blood (5:29)
Episode 21:
Cas is basically human, bloody, hurt, powerless and weak. First thing he does? Reach out for Dean (3:16)
Cas is still weak and powerless, and took a bus for miles, just to get back to Dean (12:35)
Episode 22:
Moments before basically going and kill himself, Dean focuses on Cas instead of Bobby, his father figure (24:35)
Cas is on the verge of tears at the thought of Dean dying (25:20)
We know Cas can heal without having to touch the body, but we always see him reach for contact with Dean (35:52) [That's why in S15, it hurts to see Cas not touching Dean while healing him. It feels unnatural]
Dean loves cowboys, and associates Cas to a sheriff. Cas, knowing that, smiles softly at the idea(37:30). Also, Dean obviously doesn't want Cas to leave, and tears up when he does
[Season 6>>]
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「PART ONE: HOPE」
Humanity series; Q.K
A/N: this truthfully is a basic ass apocalypse!au but i couldn’t care less so that’s that on that. come talk to me if you wanna tell me your thoughts i’d literally cry out of joy other chapters coming soon!!
important: i know i put minor character death as a warning but it’s not, i repeat, NOT one of the nct members. jesus, i’m not that cruel. having said that, please enjoy it.
word count: 1.3K
pairing: none (yet).
disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.
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When the world you know is going through an apocalypse, many things become outdated, antiquated, old, or useless. Call it as you will. They no longer serve their purpose. At least, not when one-third of the world population is dead, and you fight zombies daily.
You could probably go over 100 items that fit the description—cellphones, high heels, short skirts, televisions; really, nearly anything that you were once happy or proud to own.
The one thing that stuck to you the most, though, was a heart.
Of course, no two hearts are the same, but you mean yours. People that naturally don’t care about others probably have an easier time, but, gods, look at you! How could you keep that golden heart of yours safe from the claws of despair? How did you plan on picking up its pieces every time it fell apart?
Well, you reasoned to yourself, the week after the virus began spreading. Maybe I just shouldn't.
At that moment, your brain told you it was the right decision. No one has the time to deal with these sentiments when their life is always on the line, right?
You sure hoped so, because that one, fateful night, you blinked back the tears, swallowed hard, and killed every bit of fear that still lived in you, killing, as well, part of your humanity.
Looking back now, contemplating the night sky, you can admit it had been scary. Very scary.
Rumours about a new virus, different from anything the world had ever seen, got out pretty fast. People talked about it everywhere, and even more at the hospital where your parents worked. But, you know, people always talk. A disease that could turn someone into an actual zombie, with no conscience and the need for human flesh? There was just no way in hell that was true.
“Sure, Hendery”, you used to mutter to your friend, not paying attention to his absurd theories.
Not too long later, you came to regret it. Did it take both of your parents dying for you to believe it?
Your lips twisted into a scowl. Life can be an unfortunate thing.
After you had gazed into the eyes of your mother's colleague when he told you the news, nothing was ever that frightening again. Sure, the undead, boo-hoo. Glassy, unblinking eyes, a putrid smell and a keen sense of hearing. Thousands of them slowly crawl across probably every city in the world, hunting for their next meal. Simply terrifying, you snigger bitterly.
To be fair with the people you have come to know, that always seemed scared out of their wits, they were in a lot more danger than you. Why, do you ask?
That is quite simple. You are immune.
You did not waste your time trying to understand the words your father had told you the night before he died. It was something about a specific section of your DNA that stopped that virus from spreading to your brain, or, whatever. You thought he was kidding, laughed it off and headed to bed. You remember having bad dreams that night.
Not being capable of turning into one of them did come in handy later, when you had already found a group of students from the university you used to attend. While you couldn't say they looked well back then, being alive was the most they could do. They were all mostly younger than you—not at all smaller, per se, but more naive, more fearful.
More reluctant to go looking for food when they were running out of it.
The minute they told you about the problem, you took it in your hands to care for them. Chuckling at their protests, you had said someone had to look out for the children, and so you did.
The morning you left to scavenge for food didn’t go half as bad as you expected. Having nothing but a bow and some arrows, and some short knives on you, only getting chewed on one shoulder was way more than you had hoped for. During the fight at the crumbling supermarket building, you thought maybe you were going to lose a finger or two, possibly break a leg. But a bitten shoulder? That was pretty cool.
You were almost pleased with yourself when you marched back to the campus dorms, dragging behind you a cart filled with everything you could get your hands on. Among more essential items like rice, you had even managed to smuggle some jelly beans, dropping them quietly by Chenle’s side with a secretive smirk. However, the lighthearted atmosphere didn’t last for too long—just until Taeyong’s eyes landed on you.
You can almost hear his loud gasp and choked shriek again, yanking at your jacket with rubber gloves to get a closer look. As he visibly paled and grimaced, you could tell it was worse than you thought.
Maybe it was the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, or the small feeling of achievement as you saw your boys eating again, but getting the wound treated did not hurt that much. The weight on your shoulders did not lessen, and you were still very aware of the smell of death that clung to your clothes, but… you were satisfied. As satisfied as a ruthless fighter such as you could be, anyway.
That night, lying close to each other and talking in whispers, you told them about everything that had happened before you found them: the death of your parents, how you found your weapons, and your decision to free yourself from fear. You might have left out the part about the mild numbness that came along, but did it matter? They listened like you were describing to them all of the secrets in the universe, and barely even blinked. It would have been endearing if thoughts about them being on their own for so long had not made you set your jaw forcefully.
About two days later, while you sharpened your knives on the corner of one of the rooms, Taeyong had sat down beside you. His once blond hair had turned ashy, and black, where his roots had grown. His clothes were ripped at strange places and were not at all fashionable. He no longer was the model-like nursing major you used to know, but the caring gleam in his eyes was as evident as ever. His heart was still whole.
He quietly spoke to you about the change you had inspired in his friends. Knowing about your fearlessness had done something to them.
Donghyuck had not cried himself to sleep ever since. Doyoung was not shaking as badly when he had to help Tyong at the med bay. Renjun no longer paced in circles like a lost boy, and Jaehyun was definitely more appreciative of the throwing knives you gifted him. Small but important things had changed, and you could see it in their smiles as they passed by, wishing you a good morning.
Your speech, as improvised and adrenaline-driven as it had been, had given them something not even Johnny's jokes could bring—and that was saying a lot. It gave them hope, sewing together the small pieces of the people they used to be.
Maybe it was not the kind of hope to go back to their old lives, studying their asses off for finals one day and attending 3 frat parties the other. No, going back to those times was ahead of what anyone could wish for, but, maybe, just maybe, they could finally dream of a new future. Things in this future would be entirely anew, most likely different from what they know, but perhaps not all bad.
Maybe it was not the kind of hope to get back what they had lost, but simply hope, and when the world you know is going through an apocalypse, that's enough.
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final notes: i??? really like this fic??? soon enough i’ll make a definitive masterlist so you can find the chapters easily tho, so look forward to it~
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