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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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Hello, my dear! Anon that went feral for sub!valentino here, I now present,

Vees with their collective dom:

- I just know for a fact that during events, these sluts wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. Gotta go to the bathroom? Velvette needs to retouch her make up too. Gotta go to the bar/snack area? Val's been feeling pretty peckish himself. You talking to some wannabe businessman? Well, who better to talk business than Mr. CEO of VoxTech himself.

- The ONE TIME that they all put their collective braincells together is when someone else is trying to get with THEIR boo. I'm 100% sure that when they see some rando flirting you, it's gonna be on sight. Vox's already planning on how to ruin this dude's entire career, Velvette's already on her socials dragging them to absolute filth, and Val's just outright telling them about how he wouldn't even waste his time with their ugly ass. Goodluck tho, gum is gonna be easier to remove than them once the rando is gone.

- I know that 'hey, Velvette is a needy brat and wants to be treated like princess blah blah blah', but imagine taking off her heels and placing her feet on your lap for a massage, cause you just know that's been walking in them heels all day. Imagine rubbing her shoulders and handing her coffee, while she's barking orders at everyone around the both of you. Imagine treating her softly and her freaking the fuck out because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER AND WHY DOES SHE WANT TO TWIRL HER HAIR AND KICK HER FEET

- They absolutely have another groupchat that consists of just them sending each other pictures of you being sexy as fuck. Maybe even doing power plays, like sending candid pics of you with them during your weekly totally-not-a-date-hang outs. Velvette's for sure gonna spam all her social handles with #LookHowMuchThey'reHavingFunWithME and #Don'tWeLookCuteTogether (Vox might or might not tweak her account so the hashtags get deleted)

- I wholeheartedly think that since they're a bunch of power-hungry freaks, they'd go gaga over having a physically more powerful partner

* These brats would absolutely drop everything that they're doing if they even get a hint that you're gonna work out. I'm talking Vox stepping out mid-meeting just to get some "fresh air", Velvette suddenly having "art block" and that she needs to find "inspo" elsewhere, and Valentino going on a "smoke break" mid-shoot because the actors weren't doing anything right (they want you to spank them over your knee until all they can remember is your name and the feel of your hand on their ass please please plea-)

- But also, casual acts of dominance anyone?? Like just almost bumping into Vox but catching him last minute, and saying "careful, sweetheart"????? Val almost tripping face first but you caught him and say, "you got to be more careful, baby"????

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BONUS ROUND!!

Just because I could not just fucking resist the idea...

What if the reason the Vees chose someone as their dom because said someone has that psycho rizz, like the Vees fully go "this person has probably killed a fuck ton of other demons, but, hey, they're so fucking hot covered in blood and I wonder if the next thing they'll murder is this ass 🥺🔞🥵🫦💦"

- The Vees kick starting their obsession with you just because they happen to come across you through the cameras with a bloody grin after a brutal fight, with you just absolutely dominating the other person

- The Vees would certainly want to get fucked by you after you've fought/killed someone (they don't care whose blood is it but they absolutely care about how fast they can get you to rail them before you get cleaned up all that blood)

- I personally think that Vox and Val have masochistic tendencies

* Vox, whose normally composed, rational and would never do shit that'll ruin his image, is an absolute slut for getting choked while he's getting railed by you. He wants to see the stars, wants to chase that lightheadedness, he wants to have no thoughts asides from the hands around his neck and the cock in his ass.

* Normally, when you press a knife into someone they lean AWAY from it. Not Val tho, he leans IN to the knife, because he just can't stop aching over the idea that you're marking him as yours. He can't stop the way his cock throbs and twitches when he feels the knife dig in juuuust a little bit into his skin. It makes him feel dirtier, even more of a whore, even more YOURS.

- The Vees, who are normally so quiet about being a sub, becoming loud to one another about how many bruises and scars you left on them. Val and Vox walking around shirtless showcasing different bruises, and Velvette wearing a thin slip that shows the bite marks on her thighs.

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Thank you for liking my punishment ideas for sub!val. Honestly, I can just keep on going because their dynamic is dynamic-ing and someone should probably sedate me already.

Anywaaaaaays, have a nice day, lovely!

xoxoxoxo ❤️

SJAPSPAPSPPSPAPS YOU’RE AMAZING AND I LOVE THIS. NOT TO BE EXTREME OR CRAZY BUT I AM EXTREME AND CRAZY AND I WILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES AND BEG FOR YOU TO CONTINUE LEAVING YOUR THOUGHTS IN MY INBOX.

Ehem, anyways. I have so many thoughts!

First of all, your point on princess treatment with Velvette is absolutely wonderful. Like especially surprising her with it because she’s had a lot of attitude that specific day, mostly because of the stress of running the fashion industry, but then treating her super gently and massaging her shoulders, asking her what she wants for dinner and telling her she did so good that day, despite her amount of work.

And Vox and Val would literally be so fucking jealous if they see you giving her this treatment. Like, “Actually I had a super stressful day too! And my shoulders hurt…. um, hint hint.”

The group chat idea is actually gold because like Velvette and Val would send somewhat normal (not really but yk more normal) photos of you and Vox’s would be the most fucking creepy ass shit in the would. First of all, it would be on a fucking surveillance camera from like yards away, and you would just be minding your business not knowing. The others would kinda be like “…okay, Vox I don’t think you fully understood the prompt but alright 🥰”

NOW LETS TALK ABOUT THE PHYSICALLY BUILT READER IDEA BECAUSE THATS SO YUMMY. Tell me Val and Vox wouldn’t dramatically trip on purpose just so he can see your muscles work when you catch him mid air. Velvette would make you carry mountains of supplies for her job, just so she can see you flex while trying to keep all of her shit from spilling over. And they’d always time it so perfectly, like it’d be a day where you’re wearing a tank top and Oh! All of a sudden Vox needs you to carry boxes of wires and chords up to his office.

Also the psycho rizz is absolutely a thing, like 100% I don’t have anything to add because that’s literally so accurate. And i’m glad someone else recognizes Vox and Val’s weird masochistic tendencies, because they are very present.

In conclusion, PERFECT!! Next time, give yourself an emoji or something so I have something to call you by, by the way!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #inbox open #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #velvette x reader #sub vox #sub vees #sub velvette #sub valentino #the vees x reader

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moongothic · 5 months

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I LOVE your crocodad theory I'm an obsessed believer but did u ever get romantic vibes from crocodile & robin business relationship? Many people get lover vibes from them & I never understood why. They seem VERY strictly business/stab each other in the back relationship. (Plus crocodile is TERRIFYING).

I think Croco/Robin as a ship exists kind of like... out of circumstance? Kind of?

Quick disclaimer, I only got into OP in like 2008~ish at the age of 13, I can not comment what it as like being in the fandom before that because I wasn't there (and when OP began in 1997 I was like two whole years old). So whatever I say here doesn't come from like, a fandom veteran who knows the entire history of the OP fandom or anything. I'm just attempting to rub my braincells together here

Like in the year of our lord 2023 we have many wonderful Crocodile ships to classify as OTPs and NOTPs etc, but if we go back to like 2006 or so, long before the Summit War Saga was even a thing, try to think about what characters you would have shipped Crocodile with? Because for a long time, the only canon material Crocodile had appeared in was just the Alabasta Saga (+one brief cover story), and we don't really see Crocodile interact with that many characters during the story. Like. Really the only character Crocodile has multiple, extended interactions with aside from Luffy and Vivi is Robin. All the other characters he interacts with maybe once or twice for very brief scenes, so based on canon material alone, there isn't much for fuel for shipping purposes.

It really wasn't until Marineford when we finally started getting other characters to ship with Crocodile, mainly the Ever Loyal Daz who seems to be willing to follow Crocodile anywhere (romantic as fuck) and Doflamingo after he and Croc tried to kill each other twice at Marineford (people seem to love a tsundere Croc) And now with Cross Guild we also have Mihawk (and Buggy) as far as shipping options go. And of course there's MORE than just these ships, there's the more crack-leaning ships (like Dragodile and whatever you'd call the Cobra-ship) and some others (Jinbei, Whitebeard, Ivankov, Galdino, Luffy even) etc etc

The only difference is that Croco/Robin got to kind of be like, "the default Crocodile ship" for like 8 years without major competition. And because the ship has "history", even when new ships pop up the one that has been around the longest will still stick out. Not to mention, although we have options now, even those have very little canon material to actually work with when compared to Croco/Robin. Like Dofuwani exists because the two had like three whole pages worth of interactions, but compare that to the screentime Croc had with Robin? It's not even a competition

Not to mention, Croco/Robin is just. Like it's kind of the mandatory het ship. Like there aren't many straight options with canon material to work with, and there's gonna be people who really want to have a het ship with Crocodile if you know what I mean. But also, let's be real. There's a lot of straight women who're horny for Crocodile. Valid as fuck. And Croco/Robin could have like, a self-insert-y quality to it, like some people might be able to see themselves in Robin? Also valid. And that can apply to some straight men too, like I'm sure there's cishet men who look at Crocodile with that "god I wish that were me" energy, who love seeing Crocodile ship fanart with Robin, as they can project onto Crocodile etc. This is also valid. Point is that the ship appeals to cishets by simply being a het ship, but also it might make for an easy ship for a lot of straight people to project onto for one reason or another.

But to be fair, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I think Croco/Robin has the potential to be a really interesting ship. Like they ARE the Baroque Works Boss Pair, literal partners in crime, the most powerful members of the secret criminal organization who run the whole operation, they worked together by themselves for four whole years, Crocodile protecting Robin by allowing her to hide under his wings. They were together, ready to take over an entire country and obtain a weapon of mass destruction And then Robin betrays him. And Crocodile admits he never trusted her to begin with.

Like on paper alone, this is great material for a juicy romance.

Especially now when we understand why Robin was on the run and why she feared being betrayed, and how looking back at Crocodile's reaction when Robin "reads" the Poneglyph for him, he genuinely seems a little sad about her betraying him (mystery trauma etc). This is a genuinely interesting character dynamic, like even without any romantic context I would love to see Crocodile and Robin meet again in the storyline and like, see what Crocodile thinks of Robin having joined the Strawhats vs what Robin thinks about Cross Guild, how the two might interact etc. They are interesting to me

Like personally, I agree, I don't think the two were actually ever romantically involved with each other (frankly I don't think Crocodile trusts anyone anymore enough to let them get close him like that, dude's been voluntarily celibate for like two decades lmao), their relationship was surely just business-only. And while the ship doesn't personally interest me (just kinda "meh" for me), I do understand why the ship appeals to others and why it's popular to this day

But yeah, I do think a lot of the reasons Croco/Robin is as popular as it is due to circumstance. It's been around the longest, it still arguably has the most canon material to work with, it appeals to lots of people. God knows shippers don't actually need the characters to like each other, otherwise people wouldn't be shipping Croc with Buggy as we speak

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #Nico Robin #Long post #I feel like I should tag this with the shipname because this IS about the ship but while it's not explicitly negative don't wanna bother pp #I don't know how this turned into a psuedo fandom history lesson (based on vibes alone and no actual facts) I am so sorry man #My brain just started running and I had to release the worms #Sometimes a ship that's just big scary powerful murder man and small murder woman makes brain go brrr #The appeal is not lost on me #(Personally I've just become an absolute sucker for CrocHawk. I am so invested in these two. Oda I need to see them more together)

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runabout-river · 1 year

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Thoughts on JJK chapter 222 (spoilers)

First of all, the time skip was unexpected but in a weird way where it's totally Gege's thing to so sth like that. He probably didn't want to add a mini-arc into the story which would interrupt the flow when some well timed flashbacks would do the trick while simultaneously introducing some mysteries as well.

Sukuna is the picture of decadence. Also, he just ate his last head which should be categorized as cannibalism²

Gojo hiding his last finger is sth that I totally expected of him to save Yuujis life, probably until he found a way to separate him from Sukuna. And wherever that last finger is he might've hidden Toji's inverted spear there as well and he'll definitely need that

With who exactly did Kenjaku play videogames with? I can imagine it being Sukuna, maybe out of curiosity to see why the brat liked them so much

That idiot? Kugisaki return?? I can see her being hidden by Shoko because of political reasons and I can also see her being a bitch and lying about dying because Yuji did the same too while she went off to her grandmother to train her technique and recover from her injuries

Also what does Ino want to say about Nanami? also Toji beat him so hard that he has permanent scars from it

I wonder how exactly this bodyswap technique works. Gege literally introduced us to a new Yuji technique without explanation but it's still sth you could reasonably see in the build-up of the manga until now. It's soul based, maybe, like Yuji was the natural enemy of soul curse Mahito. And his mother does bodyswaps too.

Beside working on the bodyswap, this workout with Kusakabe is also there to help Yuji improve on his martial Arts without him having his supernatural strength

Kenjaku thinks that the trio is going to be where Sukuna and Gojo are going to fight and up until now Kenjaku was nearly always right about his presumptions and finding intelligent solutions to his problems. But I think our heroes have rubbed all of their collective braincells together to come up with plan that will surprise even Kenjaku

Gojo, this man literally killed your friend. My guess is that Gojo straightened up the higher ups of the JJsociety maybe even by killing some of them. Kenjaku had to hide by Sukuna's side so maybe Noritoshi got his place as the head of the Kamo back as well but they both need to do some serious culling of their ranks if they don't want another betrayal by them again

You can't tell me that it's a coincidence that Gojo is dressed like Toji! He just needs to vacuum seal the shirt onto his body, too. Talking to Megumi about his father to help him gain back control of his body is probably one of Gojo's plans to save Megumi

This was an interesting chapter and Gege is going to fill in the blanks with flashbacks as it looks like and honestly my anxiety levels are going up again for the coming fights

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #satoru gojo #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna #kenjaku #itadori yuji #kugisaki nobara #fushiguro megumi

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theliterarywolf · 10 months

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The hate for Beelzebub's design is so embarrassing. Ya'll know Viv's artstyle, what the fuck did you expect? If ya don't like her style, then just leave and make your own shit. So tired of that stuff tbh. Criticism I can understand is maybe stuff like "looks too busy" or "hard to concentrate on", heck even "I kinda thought Bee would be fatter/thicker" but the "She hates fat ppl" "Fatphobia" accusations are just whiny and annoying. Cry a river, build a bridge, get over it, and then run to MtCandy

I really thought people were over it by now, especially since I've seen some people try to make 'Moxxie's being forced to crossdress' into the next bit of discourse in relation to this Saturday's new episode.

Even though anyone who has followed Helluva Boss and has more than two braincells to rub together knows that Moxxie is a theater-baby and has gladly crossdressed on several other occasions.

But YouTube tried recommending me a video and, since I was doing something else and didn't scroll fast enough, the autoplay started and it was basically saying 'Viv can't take criticism, look at some of these comments she made in response to the Bee backlash'.

But, in reality, it's giving 'people on the internet love talking shit about other people's work but when said creators finally get sick of it and respond with the same attitude, then it's a problem'.

Again, this is why, as much of a shitshow as my first year of teaching was, I did take away the importance of 'for every negative you bring up, you have to offset it with two positives' in regards to critique and review.

Because if you are criticizing something in good faith, reviewing something in good faith, you are doing so in the hopes that said thing can be better. That is part of the definitions of 'critique' and 'review'.

If you just want to obnoxiously prattle on because you think you know better when it's more than obvious that you 'hate popular thing and don't know how to curate your online experience' or 'are an Indie creator who doesn't know how to promote their work so you jump in everytime people make up a reason to be mad at the funny demon show'... Then you should be treated as such.

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amane-by-together · 3 years

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Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 3 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

Apparently, [name] thinks that Amane was cuter for some reason, but for the astronomy loving boy, she was wrong. For Amane himself, [name] is way cuter.

Her glistening [eye color] eyes that outshines the billions of stars and the brightest of moons, the way she modestly moves her lips. Amane's eyes kept looking at [name]'s visuals, especially her glossy lips.

Amane often imagined what was like to kiss [name]. He had a mental image of the two of them under the light of a thousand stars, with the two of them slowly leaning in while looking at each other with half-lidded eyes, and the choppy haired boy's lips tilting his head to reach for her lips until——

“Amane! Amane!”

His dream suddenly cuts off by the high pitched voice belonged to Tsukasa. Amane groggily opens his eyes and deadpanned at the younger twin. “Stupid. I had a nice dream and you have the audacity to wake me up halfway.”

“Hehe~” Tsukasa sticks out his tongue playfully and puts his finger on his cheek. Amane grumbled some curse words under his breath, he wished he could go back to sleep and continue that dream. The question is, why was he dreaming about kissing [name] in the first place though?

Tsukasa decided to go out first to school, leaving Amane inside the house to prepare himself to go to school. After that, he got out, places his schoolbag in the basket, and then riding on the bike towards the school.

Amane wondered why he had that dream. Maybe because he wanted to be closer to her or wanting to take their friendship to the new level (totally did not get this from Akane and Lemon). He wouldn't say that he doesn't want to kiss [name], but he's sure as hell that he does want to kiss her.

Like, Amane would kiss her if there was no one else within a 7-kilometer radius from [name] and she was in a deep sleep and an all-knowing deity happen to reassure him that she wasn't going to wake up in the next 24 hours so maybe he'll lean down and reach for her lips to kiss her out of boredom after 23 hours.

“Nope. Nope.” Amane stopped his imagination by shaking his head with a small blush. It feels so weird thinking about kissing his female friend but it's normal right?

Amane arrived sooner to school. He parked his bike and went to the entrance of the school building to change his shoes. A certain girl crept behind him and tapped his shoulder. “Good morning~!” [name] greeted as she tilted her head and smiled.

His heart skipped a beat at her act. Amane sheepishly raised his hand. “Hi...?” His braincells would have looked at him in disappointment by now. “Morning.”

[name] giggled mellifluously. Amane gapes at her with flushed cheeks, his eyes trailed down to her lips that seem soft. Amane's thoughts race. So does his heart. ‘How can someone be so beautiful...?’

“The usual?” [name] slips her feet inside her shoes and closing the door of her shoe locker. Amane knew what she meant by that. They're going to skip again and play hanafuda as usual. “I bought keychains for us, by the way.”

“Here~” Amane lets out a sound of fascination when he saw the two keychains on top of her palm, showing it to the boy. “You can get the moon keychain though.”

“This is really cute [name]-san, thanks.” Amane took the moon keychain and strapped it on his school bag.

“You're more cuter...” [name] tells him.

“Nah, you're much cuter.” Amane grins cheekily while lightly pinching her cheek. Soon, he started to squish both of her mochi-like cheeks with his hands.

“I'm not cute!” [name] protested as her cheeks started to turn red. Amane didn't listen to her complaint and continues to play with her cheeks.

“Shush. You are cute, no take backs.”

[name] pouted. “Why are you so cute—?” Amane cooed while cupping her cheeks. He suddenly came to a halt when his eyes landed on her lips.

“Amane-kun...?”

[name] places her hands on top of Amane's hands and peeled it off from her cheeks. She took a glance behind his shoulder and saw Yashiro. “Omigod, wait. Nene?!”

“[name]!” A chirpy voice can be heard behind Amane. It was Yashiro, one of his classmates. He talked to her sometimes but it happens when they have school related activities. “Is that you?”

“[name]! I didn't recognize you sooner!” Yashiro cried happy tears seeing her childhood friend just now. [name] releases herself from Amane's hands and walked over to the cream haired girl. “It's been a while.”

“Well, I just transferred here at the beginning of highschool.” [name] sheepishly rubs the back of her neck. Yashiro was her childhood friend back when they were still in elementary, but then [name] had to move to a new school as they parted way. “I'm at Class B though.”

Amane stood there as he watched [name] talking to Yashiro, giggling and smiling at each other. The choppy haired boy pouted at the sight of her talking to another person besides him.

‘There's no way I'm getting jealous to a girl.’ Amane reassured himself and then suddenly it hit him to a realization that [name] might be into guys and girls, well, not that he is complaining. It looks like Yashiro is stealing [name]'s attention. He shouldn't be jealous about it, should he?

Amane shuffled next to [name] and tugged on to his sleeve to get her attention, still no response. “[name].” he poked her sides repeatedly. “Notish meh.”

“Amane-kun, can it wait?” [name] asked.

“Wait.” Yashiro cuts them off. “Since when did you two get so close?”

“Uhh...” [name] didn't want Yashiro to know that she's been cutting classes and that's how she met Amane. “Last month?”

“[name]-sannnn.” Amane whined, hoping to get her attention but she kept talking to Yashiro. He goes behind [name] and hugs her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her shoulder.

“Hey, notice me.” he whispered huskily to her ear. [name] felt shivers down to her spine, she can almost feel his lips against her ear. Yashiro was confused about their dynamic, she had never seen this side of Amane before. “[name]...”

“A-Amane-kun?!” [name] turned her head to the side as their noses were slightly touching. She was already blushing like a tomato.

“You look like a strawberry mochi~” Amane gazes at her with half-lidded eyes while smirking playfully. “Cute.” he said before planting a soft kiss on her left cheek.

“W-Wha?!” [name] exclaims while touching her cheek. Yashiro excused herself to give the two some space. Amane snickered mischievously at his flustered female friend. “What was that for?!”

“You weren't paying attention to me so I decided to kiss your cheek~” He answered. [name]'s eye started to twitch in annoyance, she grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs to the rooftop. “[name]—huh?!”

[name] slammed her hands on the wall as Amane hits his back against the wall, muttering an 'oof' from the impact. “What's with the kabedon?” he tilted his head in confusion.

“Your arms are shaking—” Amane pointed at her arms that were struggling to maintain their form. He wanted to laugh on how red [name] is trying to kabedon her, but he gotta admit she looked cute doing that.

“Here,” Amane switched their position, placing his forearm next to her head, trapping her. [name] was a red mess when Amane started to lean in close, his hot breath fanning against her face made her feel things. “Isn't this better...?”

“Were you jealous that I talked to Nene?” [name] asked as her eyes met with his crescent moon like eyes. Amane's eyes widened when she found out that he was really envious. He pouted while blushing. “Hmm~?”

Amane avoids her gaze, puffing his cheeks. [name] poked his cheek as a bit of air came out of his lips. Amane loves to tease, yet he doesn't like to be teased, especially when he's jealous. “What if I am?” he grumbled.

“I just don't want you....to go away...” Amane's voice trailed down into a whisper while he admits. He thinks that it was rather possessive of him wanting [name] for himself but he can't help it. Amane moved away, clutching on to his arm as he looked down. “I'm worried that you'll get attached to Yashiro-san and then you'll leave me.”

[name] saw how bummed out Amane is. She needed to cheer him up somehow, to reassure him that she doesn't need anyone else but him. “Whoah, [name]?!” Amane was startled as [name] yanked his collar and pulled him down to her height.

“I hope you don't mind...” [name] mumbled as she squeezed her eyes shut and presses a kiss on his cheek. It held adoration with a hint of fondness. She pulled away slowly, she tried to look serious and her blush is failing her miserably. “You know I won't ever leave you, I grew attached to you. Besides, I got no one but you, anyways.” she muttered, leaving Amane in pure shock.

Amane's whole face turned red, redder than a tomato. He looked away, avoiding the gaze of the female who made him feel flustered. His hand trailed upwards to cover his blush. [name] was patting her cheeks to ease her blush.

So [name] and Amane were 7 meters apart from each other, being a pair of blushing messes. Amane bit his lip in slight frustration as he brushes his hair back using his fingers. ‘Ya know what, fuck this.’

[name] lets out a small squeak when Amane grabbed her wrist and pulls her closer in a hug. “W-Whah? Amane-kun? W—What's going on, what's with the sudden hug—why?”

Amane digs his face against the crook of her neck, embracing her warmth. His arms were wrapped around her. [name] slides her hands around his waist and hugs him back. “I'm sorry, I'm a little flustered right now...” he mumbled against her neck.

[name] grins, he's too cute when he's flustered as hell. “Lets go sit by the ground so that we'll get coddled up. After that, we'll play hanafuda.”

Amane whines a bit as he heard her request. He doesn't want to let go of her. The two of them sat on the ground and had a small hugging session. Then they played hanafuda.

“Winner gets to lay on the loser's lap~!” [name] gives Amane some cards for him to play. He groaned mentally at his cards, they're all plain ones.

Amane knows that he is whipped for [name] and he's crushing on her so hard.

“I-I won!” Amane couldn't believe it. For the first time in weeks of playing hanafuda with [name] he finally won. He gets to lay on his crush's lap. “Its the moon bright card that made me land on my victory.”

“Ehhh? But I look forward to laying on your lap.” [name] sticks out her bottom lip to pout. Amane grinned cheekily, proud that he finally won a match in hanafuda.

“But lets change the pace for a bit~” Amane grabbed both of [name]'s delicate hands. His hands were wrapped around hers. “I wonder what is like to lay on your lap...”

“I've always wanted you to try and lay on my lap without getting on the cards.” [name] adjusted her position, she smoothed her skirt and tugged on to the sleeve of his uniform. “You may lay down now.”

The amber eyed boy must remain calm, albeit his heart was beating so fast. His head on top of [name]'s, his crush, lap. ‘This scenario is like a dream come true, I swear.’ he thought.

Amane gently falls on her thighs, they were really soft to his liking. He smiles while nuzzling his cheek adjacent to her lap. [name] runs her fingers through his choppy locks earning sound of satisfaction from Amane. Her lips curled upwards in pure fondness to the boy who was laying on her lap.

A small sigh escapes from Amane’s lips, a sigh of relaxation. It feels like a bliss to him, it seemed perfect in a way. Just the two of them, basking under the morning sun in 9:30 am in the morning. “You seem tired, Amane-kun...” [name] presses her thumb to his cheek, making circular motions.

[name] thought that it was better for Amane to lay on her lap, she cherishes him more than anything else. “Your lap feels good, [name]-san~” he dreamily sighs, thinking that he was on a pillow or a fluffy cloud.

“You don’t have to say that so casually—” [name] grabbed his head and faceplants him against her lap out of embarrassment. Amane flailed his arms yet his screams were muffled, struggling to breathe. “Oh wait—I'm sorry!”

[name] releases Amane immediately. “Puwaah~!” he exhaled out after being smothered by his female friend's lap. His hair was slightly disheveled and looked at [name] in a grumbled state. “I'm just teasing you.”

“Ah sorry...” [name] apologizes. Amane rolled over to take a better look at [name]. He took her free hand and interlaced their fingers together. Amane slowly closes his eyes, lulling him to take a rest.

“I like...you, I think...”

‘Wait, what? What did I just try to say? Did I say it? Wait, did I?!’ Amane opened his eyes immediately when he realizes he probably confessed to [name] in his sleep. His face was burning, he sits up slightly while looking at [name].

“I think... I like you, [name]-san.”

Amane was rather foolish when it comes to liking someone. He admired some girls back then but they were rather shallow. [name], however, was quite different from the others. ‘This is it, I'm done for. Dammit, I'm about to breakdown on the spot.’

‘S-Should I?’ Amane stared at [name]'s lips that he wanted to kiss for some time. For some reason, they looked soft. There are countless daydreams flowing on how many angles will he try out to capture her lips.

His heart was pounding inside his chest yet he remained calm, he didn't want [name] to notice that he is indeed crushing on her. Amane tilted his head as he slowly leans in.

“I-I think I like you... Possibly, maybe... You know, like... really like...”

‘And yes, I am a complete moron...’

Their lips were only a few meters apart, just a little push and that's it, friendship over once their lips touched. “Um... you okay Amane-kun?” [name] asked with a small blush rising from her cheeks. “Your face sure is bright red...”

“And you're too close...”

“Oh my god! I'm sorry!” Amane pulls away faster than you can say his name. If only he had a frying pan next to him he'll give himself a one large bonk for attempting to kiss [name], but he doesn't have a frying pan. “I gotta go to the bathroom—”

“Eh?!” Before [name] could say a word, Amane runs away to escape from the embarrassment that he just felt. [name] sat there with her mouth ajar, she puts two of her fingers on her lips, wondering what could've happened if he continued.

“WHY THE FUCK DID I JUST DO THAT?!” Amane places his hands on the sides of his head in front of the bathroom mirror. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ASDFGHJKL!”

i hope you liked this part, like and reblogs are appreciated!

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immabethehero · 3 years

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Chase’s Bday Present Pt 1

Runs in holding a latte *wheeze...* I’m here! And I have three presents for Chase because I’m indecisive as hell! So! Here is the first birthday present, a sweet little ditty I wrote!

CW: talk of food, slight body horror and stitches mention (Robbie), and Soft Anti

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The Septic house was in disarray. Jameson Jackson frantically polished the stairway and furniture until it sparkled, Marvin the Magnificent washed the dishes while Jackieboy Man dried them, and Antisepticeye cleaned up the living room seats. All the while, Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, MD, PhD, MVP, FFS, loomed over all of them, barking orders while cleaning the floors. Robbie the zombie was the only one not under Schneep’s scrutiny, having wisely taken shelter in the laundry room, folding clothes and ironing while waiting to put the next load in. Sirius and Sam, Marvin’s cat and Henrik’s dog respectively, had taken to hiding upstairs.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Anti said as he vacuumed up the couch and cushioned seats. “It’s just Chase. He’s seen this house before, why bother cleaning it?”

“Chase hasn’t been here in awhile! I want him to receive a warm welcome back!” Henrik explained. “I do hope he enjoyed the cottage with Stacy and the kids though.”

“It’s only been two weeks! Not much has changed since!” Anti groaned.

“Jameson turned you into a turtle,” Marvin pointed out. Jameson snickered at the memory.

“Henrik tried his first bit of magic!” Jackie added. “Managed to turn Jameson into a duck!”

“See? Loads happened while he was gone,” Henrik finished. Anti rolled his eyes and went out to beat the rugs.

“Jameson, can you tune the piano? One of us might want to play something upon his arrival, and we can’t have the piano broken when we do so,” Henrik asked. Jameson nodded and happily left his cloth on the staircase, hands aching to touch the piano.

Henrik put the vacuum away and turned to the flower vase on the living room table. Daffodils. They didn’t seem quite as bright as they did earlier.

“Do you think we should change the flowers in the vase?” Henrik wondered out loud.

“Daffodils are Chase’s favourite flowers!” Anti yelled from outside. “I think we’re okay!”

“They look so dull, though,” Henrik remarked.

“I have an idea!” Marvin cried out. He dried his hands and ran over. “Stargazer lilies are also Chase’s favourite flower! Jameson and I have been growing them in our garden while he was gone. I can pluck a few and replace them!”

“Aren’t they poisonous to cats?” Jackie asked, nervously looking over at Sirius, who had descended to lie on the steps.

“Sirius hates flowers, the smell bothers her. She won’t go near them. But just in case-” Marvin picked up the vase and put them on the dining room table, then summoned a forcefield to keep Sirius away. Just for good measure, he also created two plastic cucumbers and placed them around the plant. Henrik and Jackie snickered. Marvin could hear Sirius scowling at him.

“I’ll get some lilies!” Marvin said, picking the daffodils up and running out. He almost collided with Anti, who was holding at least six rugs. Anti threw the rugs down one by one, then flopped onto the couch, yawning.

“Anti, don’t tell me you’re tired already!” Henrik said, sighing exasperatedly. “There’s still so much to do!”

“Like what?” mumbled Anti, eyes threatening to close.

“Like a treat! I was thinking of making a sweet dessert for Chase!” Henrik announced.

“But we just cleaned the kitchen!” complained Jackie.

“Relax, I’ll clean everything when I’m done,” Henrik reassured. “You go rest, I’ll be hogging the kitchen for a while!”

Jackie nodded and gratefully stumbled over to the couch, hoping to catch some winks before Chase’s return.

“Can I help?” Robbie asked, finally emerging from the laundry room.

{I can help as well!} offered Jameson bouncing back from the piano.

“Thanks guys,” Henrik said. “This is a new recipe we’ll be making: Cheddar Biscuits.”

Robbie and Jameson froze and stared at Henrik quizzically. “What?”

“Cheddar biscuits. Stacy emailed me the recipe,” Henrik explained. “They’re apparently really good.”

“Even the name sounds like a treat!” Jameson sighed. “Let’s make them!”

Henrik, Jameson and Robbie spent the next hour or so in the kitchen. Jameson and Henrik did the bulk of the work, Jameson mixing dry ingredients while Henrik did liquid, while Robbie shredded cheese and melted butter with pieces of garlic in them.

Finally, they clumped the mixture together and spread butter on them, then popped them in the oven and washed up the dishes.

When they were done, at least 24 golden brown scones had been made. The six egos marvelled over the glorious little treats. Even Sam and Sirius couldn’t resist coming over and squeezing through to sniff the food. Anti reached a hand out, only to have it smacked away by Henrik.

“Wait until Chase is home, you greedy monster!” he scolded. Anti grunted in frustration.

The biscuits were placed in a little basket with two napkins on top to keep them fresh, then hidden in the bottom cupboard next to the oven, where Henrik kept his coffee beans. No one with a braincell dared to go near Henrik’s coffee supply, and only few ever survived getting in.

“Everything is finished! We can rest now!” Marvin cried in delight.

“Can’t wait for Chase to see!” Jackie said happily. “How long before he returns?”

Henrik checked his watch. “Not until 6 o’clock at the latest!”

The egos collectively groaned in frustration. Only 1:30 pm and now they had to wait!

“You woke us all up at 6:30 in the fucking morning for this?! We could have slept a little longer you know!” Jackie snapped.

“Yeah, especially after you kept us all up with you Facetiming Chase until midnight last night!” Marvin added.

“If Chase notices the bags under my eyes, it’s because of you!” Jameson griped.

“At least everything is ready now!” Henrik reasoned. “Now all we have to do is wait! And not mess up the house in those few hours! If you want to do something, make sure it involves little movement or anything that could shake the house up. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking a nap!” He flounced upstairs, leaving the egos to find any activity to pass the time.

Two hours passed. Jameson taught Robbie how to play cribbage. Jackie and Anti attempted to teach Marvin how to play, or rather, cheat at Mario Kart. Henrik switched between pacing the front hallway and playing Solitaire and Bio Inc Redemption on his laptop.

“Henrik, do sit down and relax!” Jameson finally said after Henrik got up for the thirteen time.

“I can’t help it! I miss Chase! I want to talk to him again!” Henrik moaned.

“You spent three hours with him on Facetime last night!” Anti exclaimed.

“There is a very big difference between Facetiming someone and seeing them in person!” Henrik retorted. “Do you know how hard it is to talk to him and not smell his vanilla scent or feel his warm embrace? I miss seeing him at the table with his messy hair and stupid puns. I miss hearing his laugh in person. I miss him so badly.”

“Are we jokes to you?!” Marvin demanded. “We miss him too, Henrik, but we have each other. You literally said you enjoyed sitting next to me on movie nights!”

“I know… maybe I’m just being too clingy,” Henrik sighed, sitting down beside Marvin.

Anti snapped his fingers and Mario Kart showed up on Henrik’s computer screen. “Here. Try playing a few games with us and he’ll come sooner.”

Another hour passed. Jameson read. Henrik screamed in fury as he lost another round of Mario Kart. Anti laughed at him. Marvin gave up and started playing Animal Crossing. Jackie grabbed a snack and watched Youtube. Robbie and Sam were fast asleep on the floor. Jameson laughed softly and conjured a blanket to put over them, then went back to his reading.

Henrik was raging so loudly they almost didn’t hear the doorbell. Jameson was the first to hear it. He whistled to get the others’ attention. Robbie woke up and groggily rubbed his eyes.

“Do you hear that?” Jameson asked, putting his ear up to listen. Another ring. Then a voice cried out, “Hello? Are you going to let me in? Did you already forget me? Have I been kicked out?”

Henrik gasped in delight and almost threw his laptop onto the floor, but Anti was quick to save it as the doctor jumped out his seat and dashed over the front door, swinging it open.

Chase Brody stood in the doorway, still playing with the doorbell. He jumped when he noticed the door open.

“CHASE!!!!” Henrik squealed, throwing himself on the vlogger. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!” Chase giggled as Henrik showered him with kisses and squeezed him tightly. Sam danced around them, barking happily.

“Hello, Henrik. Long time, no see.” Chase waved to the others. “Hey guys!”

“Chase! Welcome home!” Marvin said, running over to hug him. “We missed you too, but probably not as much as Henrik.”

“Yeah… Henrik? Could you let me go, please?” Chase wheezed. Henrik was starting to suffocate him. “I… can’t… breathe…”

“Come inside! We made treats!” Robbie cried, dragging Chase in by the hand.

“Did you now?” Chase sniffed the air. “Ooh, I can smell it!”

“We also ordered some chocolate snacks from Shawn Flynn’s Sweet Menagerie, just to celebrate your return!” Jackie added.

“Sounds awesome!” Chase exclaimed.

{Come, make yourself at home!} Jameson said. Chase was led to the couch, where his feet were propped up and a blanket was thrown over him. Sam jumped up beside him and curled up next to him, lying her head on his lap.

Henrik and Jackie set the table while Jameson and Anti got the food out. Chase would have happily gotten up to join them, but he was too tired to move, and Sam wouldn’t budge.

Marvin chuckled when he saw the sight. “Why don’t we eat in the living room tonight? Turn on Netflix and have a little movie fest?” The egos were quick to agree, and Henrik served Chase’s plate to him ona tray, choosing to sit next to him. Sam moved to the other side of the couch, letting Henrik in.

“Here you go! Dinosaur nuggets with mashed potatoes!” Henrik announced, setting the plate down. “Jameson convinced me to mix garlic butter into the potatoes this time, like you used to do!”

“It smells delicious!” Chase exclaimed in ecstasy. He dipped a nugget in the mashed potatoes and ate it, humming happily.

“So what movie are we watching?” Robbie asked, grabbing the remote.

“You’ve probably seen quite a few new movies at Stacy’s cottage,” Jackie told Chase. “Why don’t you decide?”

Chase shrugged. “Just a few. None of us could ever agree, so it was rare for us to watch a new movie. But we all agreed on this sweet little film.” Chase flipped through Amazon Prime until he found a title called This Beautiful Fantastic.

“It’s about a girl who wants to become a writer and slowly learns how to become a gardener.” Chase pressed play and they watched the film. Chase, Henrik and Sam on the couch, Marvin on the purple reclining chair, Anti on the teal green armchair, and Jameson, Jackie and Robbie on the ground.

Halfway through the movie, Jackie remarked, “That father reminds me a lot of you, Chase. I can see why you liked it.”

“Vern?” Chase asked. “He’s just a dad trying to raise his kids. What makes you think I’m like him?”

“You’re both sweet, and a total dork,” Marvin said. Chase playfully threw a pillow at him. Marvin snickered and exaggeratedly hugged the pillow. “I’m keeping this.”

“You both love cooking,” Jameson added.

“And you’re a devoted family man!” Henrik interjected.

“You are all so kind to me,” Chase said with a sigh. “I don’t deserve you guys.”

“Shut up, of course you do!” Marvin said.

“No I don’t!” Chase playfully retorted.

“Shhh, lies!” Jackie hissed, smiling.

“Stop!” Chase cried, blushing. “Seriously though, I didn’t think I would be getting the royal treatment after only two weeks away. I really didn’t do anything.”

“Funny, that’s what we said whenever we returned from vacations and travels,” Jackie remarked. “That didn’t stop you from throwing us a welcome back party.”

“It didn’t stop you from giving me a cake after my 100th successful surgery,” Henrik said.

“Or taking me to a fancy restaurant on my first full day without popping a stitch or losing a limb,” Robbie added.

“You bought me a handsome vest when I got that role I so desperately wanted,” Jameson reminisced.

“You’re a wonderful test subject for all my new spells,” Marvin said.

“You always celebrate us and our successes,” Jackie said. “After all you’ve done for us, I think it’s safe to say you deserve the best from us.”

Chase felt his eyes water up. Face red, he looked down, feeling embarrassed. He rubbed his eyes, smiling. “Thank you. You guys are always so sweet.”

Henrik gently kissed his forehead. “Welcome back, Chase.”

Chase finished wiping his eyes and looked up. “So. What happened when I was gone?”

Henrik grinned. “So, remember when I told you about getting magic lessons from Marvin? Funny story...”

~~~~~

@milo-kno, here’s your punishment >:3 Part one!

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spreens · 3 years

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hello! i didnt play dead by daylight very often but you're so right about the parallels. the bogeyman being the assigned killer role. everyone else scrambling to survive and the sheer chaos of it. and some of the survivors reflect the last life members i think but i dont know enough to elaborate on that ahah

YES YES YES!!! It's the way the season is divided into neat little sessions, the play area completely barriered off like they're in a shitty little terrarium, the progression from survivor to killer in not only the boogeyman role but also being a red lifer (since it's been hinted at for a LONG time that survivors who lose all hope either get discarded as husks or become killers themselves).

In trials you CAN talk to the killer and reason with them/sell your teammates out/sandbag the shit out of them, as well as get shit on by a skilled killer/red lifer or shit on an unskilled one. It's just that in both scenarios you're predisposed to distrust the big scary enemy rather than work with them since y'know. big scary can and will kill you given the chance.

Obviously there's contrast between the win conditions (teamwork is mf ESSENTIAL vs be the last one standing) but i just. AH.

also I wasn't even THINKING about the similarities between the survivors and last life members but now you've got me ticking.......

when it comes to intended role I feel like impulse has a similar role to dwight, at least in third life, making sure that his allies are fully supported rather than running around starting shit

speaking of starting shit, i'm thinking of maybe s1 grian/scar being a classic meg/nea or meg/ace duo, because while grian is skilled he only has two braincells to rub together and as we all know Ace Facts™ and Friendship Passes™ are one in the same concept (and ace is my main, so I may be biased)

In last life, at least, I feel like scott and pearl have a very 6k hour legacy prestige jake/claudette type vibe. they get shit done and they do it well, without being too flashy about it (at least so far), eventually their own downfall is their hubris and they'd die to like a rank 18 legion doing a daily lmfao

also jimmy is a baby dweet while s1 scott is like. a p3-50 feng min. it makes sense if you've ever played with a feng min. EXTREMELY reluctant altruism (but also they would die for the dweet)

#LOWKEY WANNA MAKE LIKE PERK BUILDS/IDEAS FOR THE LL BOYS #anon #asks #chirps #last life smp #this got long #i am currently rereading 'in living memory' and I'm in for a ride #dead by daylight #<- hey dbd folks please don't kill me for maintagging mcyt :DDD #dbd #dbd LL

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commanderserwin · 4 years

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modern AU; one of us.

[ p r e v i o u s l y ]

↦ pairing(s): erwin smith x reader

↦ @bluebellhairpin request: You said you wanted this, so prepare thy self; a modern!Erwin x reader fix based off that ABBA song 'one of us'. So like they both together but they are really distant and its obvious to others that theyre still pining for each other but they never spend time together - then eventually they do, and they just can't help that the fluff-meter goes way up. I think youd write that well.

↦ author’s note(s): yes, yes, yes, it’s late!! but this is what my braincells came up with after spending hours listening to that song!!! enjoy & thank u !! ♡♡♡

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[ p r e v i o u s l y ]

the day has finally come to make the long drive to the beach, and you couldn’t stop fiddling with your fingers, pacing around the living room, thinking of what to do when he eventually comes. everything is all set but you feel so jittery that you kept re-arranging the things in the living room, in the bedroom, bathroom, making sure everything is fine to leave for the week. you had to keep doing something, to busy yourself over something or you will eventually explode into a mess. you peeked through the curtains, seeing erwin’s car parked from afar, and you immediately pulled away, back to pacing around the apartment.

[friday: seven in the morning.] erwin parked his car in front of your apartment, glancing out the window in a familiar gaze. his feet carried him up to the stairs, his hand hovering on your door in a feeble attempt to knock. the last time he was here, it didn’t end well. both of you could agree on that. erwin could still remember the way he carried himself out of your apartment, crying on the way to his car. the only time he had calmed down was when he entered his own place, and his phone binged with a text from you. he thought it was you calling him back, but it was just a simple goodbye and he cried himself to sleep.

it wasn’t a feeling and a memory he would love to relive.

he wasn’t able to look at you with feeling a lost distrust, because both of you were suppose to work things together. there was only an ‘us,’ and it did dawned on him that maybe that was the reason. he could you drifting away at some time but he brushed it off. he should’ve paid better attention to it and would only hope that if he did, maybe he’ll still have you.

erwin knocked twice on your door, hearing the hurried footsteps from the other side of the door as you opened it widely.

“hi,” you breathed shakily, mustering up a smile as you fixed the living room on the way to your bedroom. it’s been a while since you have somebody visit, so everything is disheveled and messy. having him here in the house feels different and you were thankful for the distraction that the distance between the living room and the bedroom is so you don’t have to look at him. “come in, i’m not yet finished. could you wait here for a minute?”

with that, you exited, grabbing your phone from the couch as you made your way to the bedroom. you closed the door, as you breathed hard from having him here. you didn’t even get a good look on him because you were well aware of the last memory that he was here. or even when he used to come over.

erwin would often use his spare key to come in, knocking his shoes off of his feet as he made his way to wherever you were. his stuff would fill up the empty spaces this apartment had left, and it felt too overwhelming that he was back.

remorse and guilt soon filled you up as you tried to control your breathing, your thoughts flitting to that night. it was such a dick move. and look who wants him back. but it’s fucked, because why would he want you back when you broke up with him? so many things has been lost in the wretched of a night, and you don’t know if you are even worthy of love, of him anymore.

erwin entered your apartment, and it made him smile a little when he looked around. everything still reminded him of you in the apartment, down to the scented candle you had lit, the idle television playing for noise, and the messy magazines and remote on the coffee table. it made him smile because everything remained the same. the colors of the curtains were different, the pillowcases were different, and the only thing that stayed the same was the key hook.

his spare key still hung on it. the blue skin on the key, ragged and used, just like before. and it’s like he never left.

an hour into the drive, erwin peeked at how you opened your bag, voice quiet as you shied away from his blue eyes. "have you eaten breakfast?"

"not yet," erwin answered, hands on the wheel as he followed moblit's car ahead. he turned down the radio, making sure he could hear your quiet mumblings as you pried your bag opened. he flicked his eyes on the passenger seat where you're currently rummaging to find some packed food.

"i've packed a ham sandwich," you smiled nervously, placing it the armrest, as you took out a thermos for his coffee. "and coffee. if you want some?"

"that'd be great," erwin nodded, turning his head as he accepted the sandwich in his other hand. "is this the usual?"

"just like how you want it," you quietly said, opening his thermos so that i'd be easier for him to drink it, and to let some steam up.

erwin nodded again as he turned up the volume, tuning out his quiet rumblings in his mind so that he wouldn't feel too tensed and awkward to be in the same space as you are. he could also feel your awkwardness, as you stayed quiet throughout the drive, aside from the little direction help, or when you make little comments about what the radio was saying, or the mumbles as you sang quietly along the songs. he gripped the wheel tightly, his mind going on and off if he should ask you the question because this might the chance to ask you it. to ask for an explanation, a better reason, for why you left him. he feels a little angry because he could see that you were doing better, but what about him? no matter how many times he has told his friends he's moved on, he's far from it.

he turned the volume down a little when he noticed you dozing off, your head turned to him. he often wonders why it feels like he's the only one suffering. he is hurting so much, even when he shows that he isn't. he rubbed his eyes, wiping away the angry tears because he wants to understand to the depths of the world for you; but he could never. he couldn't find a reason. erwin sighed shakily, turning off the radio for you.

"how could you act like everything is okay between us?"

[saturday: eleven in the evening.] the hotel room is small. it's too small for two people who are trying to find the most possible distance with each other-- avoidance deep in their bones. it sported a queen-sized bed, a sofa chair on one side, a pile of extra pillows and blankets.

"i could get another room," you said, pacing towards the phone, as you hand shakily listened to the receptionist's voice.

"don't bother," erwin sighed, dropping his bag on the foot of the bed. "i'll sleep on the floor."

"really, i don't mind," you talked to the receiptionist as you sat on the bed, closing your eyes in defeat as they have no spare rooms, making you pinch the bridge of your nose. "have you really checked? i mean this a big hotel, there should be an extra room."

the bed dipped under his weight, as he whispered, "just ask for an extra pillow and a comforter."

"i'm sorry," you sighed as you nodded, "can we just get an extra pillow and a blanket?"

the receiptionist agreed, and all you could hear was the dial tone as you slowly set it back on the table. both of you sat there, inches apart in silence. you brushed your hands on your jeans, shuddering, as you looked at him. "we could share the bed."

erwin rubbed his brow, standing up as he picked his bag off of the floor. "why don't you take a shower first? i'll come see levi."

"oh," you gulped, standing up. erwin made his way towards the door, swiping the extra key card as he turned his back on you. "okay."

an hour has passed until you heard the knob turn, his footsteps muffled on the carpeted floor while he placed the key card back on the television stand. he nodded towards you, pointing at the book, "can't sleep?"

"yeah," you answered, suddenly the words on the books a mess. it jumbled all around as you find yourself rereading the paragraphs over and over again, never getting the message of it. you were too busy peeking at what erwin was doing, not really knowing if he'll sleep beside you because you thought he was going to see levi. you thought he was only back to take a shower, then he's off to levi's. but he stayed.

he flopped on the bed after his shower, running his thumb on his phone as he sat against the bedrest, humming to himself. erwin listened to you flip the pages minute after minute as he tried to keep himself awake. finally, he found himself yawning for the nth time, and chucked his phone on the table as he called on your name.

"i'll go to sleep," erwin yawned, turning off the lamp as he turned on his back, wrapping himself in the blanket.

you closed the book on your hands, looking at his back. you palmed your eyes, as you found yourself beginning to cry. you walked towards the bed, gently laying down beside him with still trying to put the biggest distance.

the ceiling has become your friend. it gave you courage as you fiddled with your fingers in the dark, biting down on your lip. you weren't asleep during that drive. you have just started to fall asleep as he whispered that question, and all you could was continue to close your eyes, afraid of the confrontation. his voice sounded so lonely, so despaired, that you found yourself clenching your eyes shut as you rested your head on the other way so he wouldn't see.

courage from the ceiling, and you drank it all.

"i don't act like everything is okay. i'm sorry. i miss you. i don't know what to do, and i'm sorry. for hurting you, for ending what we had, i'm sorry."

"why?"

[sunday: ten in the morning.] nanaba and hange dragged you out of the hotel room, leaving erwin by the bed as he exited towards the bathroom to get ready. they dragged you towards the breakfast buffet, grabbing a plate as they found a secluded table under the shades near the beach.

"have you been crying?" nanaba asked, munching on the pancake as she nudged her head towards you. "we know you've been crying. but why?"

hange kicked nanaba's shin under the table and nanaba didn't even bother to hide it. she yelped, making you smile in tears as you played the night before.

"because, erwin," you sighed, leaning on the chair as you wrapped your cover-up tighter around your body.

"i don't want to pick sides," hange started, as she squeezed your hand with sympathy on her face, "but you did leave him. so why?"

nanaba held your hand while you let the tears fall, closing your eyes as you hung your head over the chair. she leaned in, wiping away your tears as hange squeezed your hand again, rubbing her thumb over your skin.

"i'm so tired of crying," you sniffled, fixing yourself as you heard the men's loud laughter as they tried to find the table where you three were.

nanaba fixed your hair as she dapped the napkin over your cheeks while hange hid it under her legs while making space for the moblit, levi, mike, and erwin around the table. they all didn't miss the way that two people in their group ended up crying during the night; all puffy eyed, and pinked cheeks as the breakfast resumed. they tried to cover it all up, but the tension is too hard to hide when you kept sniffling away, making small conversations with nanaba and hange on your side.

levi joined you back in the buffet, standing beside you as he followed your meek steps moving to get food. he finally cleared his throat, making you stop in your steps.

"you're not the only one hurting," levi reminded as he stood beside you. "i kicked him out of the room when he asked to spend the week there."

"why didn't you let him stay there?" you smiled, covering up your pain. "if you did, neither of us would be crying."

"because you, idiots, need to talk," levi answered, slowly walking away as you weighed his words deep into your heart, "just explain to him. tell him the reason why."

[monday: eleven in the morning.] nanaba led the group towards the shore, while mike surprisingly carried her over his shoulder, walking away as her laughter carried along the waves for a dip in the sea. moblit and hange joined in, while he counted all the things hange shouldn't do, and would just shrug when hange ran towards the sea with a glee. levi followed quietly, testing the waters with his hand as he walked by, giving you a silent look.

you and erwin stayed there for a minute, until he began to follow them under the cool sun. "let's go."

"i'm not..." you shivered, slowly following him with small steps, feeling the water already come up to your waist. "i'm okay here."

erwin looked back, watching you dip your hands making small waves. he shook his head as he offered a hand, "hold my hand."

"what?" you questioned, hand already hovering over his instinctively. you wanted to pull it back, but he quickly grabbed on to it.

his hand felt so familiar as he captured yours, running his fingers over yours as he pulled on you gently. his warmth was what you missed the most, what you often lingered for because it meant safety. it meant love. it meant the reminder of the relationship that was once you two had.

"i won't let you go," erwin tightened his hold on your hand, walking to match your smaller steps. "even if it gets too deep. i'm right here."

his words struck deep in your heart, igniting a shot of pain and memories towards that night and the previous days. you wished that you heard those words during that night; and you wished even more that you should've offered those words to yourself and to himself. erwin glanced down at you, watching your chin quiver as the water stopped at your chest. he felt your hand wrapped around his tighter, as you looked up with anxiety from everything.

"don't cry," erwin whispered, moving behind you as he wrapped his arm around your waist. he placed his chin on top of your head as he tucked your hair on your back, "i won't let go. i've got you."

the water got deeper that what you asked for but erwin was quick to place your hands on his shoulders as he tried to keep the both of you afloat. both of your feet dangled as you moved in closer, raising your chin to speak better. everybody's voices faded out, both of you stuck in your own world as you steadied yourself on his shoulders. his blue eyes pierced through yours, reflecting the waves and even your disgruntled look-- and despite that you kept yourself afloat, paddling your feet to help each other.

"erwin, i'm sorry," you started, your own voice being covered with the waves of the sea, but he listened carefully, pulling you closer to him. "i was... scared. i was afraid i was going to lose myself, with us, and i know that it was selfish because i left you with no reason. but there isn't day where i didn't think of you. i don't know what else to say but i'm sorry, erwin. i'm sorry that i hurt you,"

"if i could turn back time," you shuddered, mixing your tears with the waves. erwin could see clearly, as he brushed your wet hair away from your face, his finger wiping away your tears. "if i could turn back time, i would. but... i just, i'm sorry, erwin. i know you deserve better than me,"

“i waited for you— months and months on, i did, but i got tired,” erwin sighed, brushing his hair away from his face as he struggled to look at you, “you made me think that it was my fault because i wanted this. i wanted us, but you broke my trust. so where do we go from here?”

erwin wiped away his own tears, and pulled you closer when you started to float away, again. you clasped your hands behind his neck, anchoring yourself while you cried before him. the biggest mistake you have ever had for always putting all your worries bottled up until you would make decisions that could only benefit yourself. his words stabbed right through the heart, because you didn’t think that this was how he felt. you’ve broken the most important part in a relationship with one single sentence, that you didn’t even think of the repercussions.

erwin has been always the strongest one; always has been the kindest, the softest, and seeing him in the dark and vulnerable made you rethink the never ending answer to his question. perhaps it was selfish to give it another try. would it be better to let go? this isn’t even about moving on anymore. you’re the only stuck because you wanted to be back to where you were before.

“where do we go?”

the tears have dried into desperation, back into want, back into need. your hands squeezed his nape gently, while you moved in closer making his forehead rest upon yours. erwin closed his eyes, nudging his nose with yours as the ghost of his lips brushed over yours in agony. you licked your lips, closing your eyes as you listened to the waves, calming your heart and your head.

“erwin, i want you back.”

[tuesday: one in the afternoon.] the words replayed in his sleep, in his wakening state as he tried to calm down his mind for overthinking everything that he does now. he doesn't know how he could spent another day with you in this room because of what you said. he's confused because he wants to be angry, he wants to scream into the world for getting his heart broken. he wants to pull on his hair because those were the words he has been meaning to hear for months, and when it finally happened, erwin wanted nothing more than to hide from you.

he covered his eyes with his arms, laying on his back as the phones on the bedside table vibrated with such urgency from texts and calls, wondering where the both of you were.

it is the constant state of debating whether he should give you a chance. he wants to, more than anything but he is petrified for going through it again. but if it doesn't work, then it doesn't.

erwin watched the afternoon sun graced your face as you sleep peacefully beside him, mouth slightly parted as you snuggled closer to the pillow you hugged. this was what he missed the most; the few minutes where he thinks that everything is okay, and when you awaken, everything is back to normal. both of you walking on eggshells even more, as the words repeated over and over again. erwin fixed the blanket around your shoulders, feeling you stir underneath his touch as your eyes flutter open slowly, shying away from the sunlight. when you finally opened your eyes, erwin continued to look at you, his face deep in thought as he weighed his options.

"you don't have to think about it," you whispered in the morning, as you propped yourself beside him-- shoulder to shoulder. "you can say no."

"but what if i want to say yes?" erwin questioned quietly, clasping his hands together as both of you listened to your phone's vibration in the room. "and if we go through it again?"

"then we go through it," you turned your head to him, heart aching at the sight of missed sleep on his face. "but i won't let go."

"how could you be so sure?"

"i'm not, i promise to be better than i was," you breathed, clutching the ends of the blankets, "but i'm not forcing you to say yes."

erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply as he clenched his eyes shut. his mind was become to weary to think any clearer than saying yes— but he wants you back too.

"let me make it up to you," you murmured, grabbing down his hand to make him look at you. "if you will let me."

erwin sighed at how you brushed your fingers through his hair, tucking his longer strands behind his ear as you used the silence to hum softly, still avoiding the never ending pings of your phones.

not minding how uncomfortable it is, erwin scooted to his right, slanting his body as he tried to place his head on top of your shoulder as he rested against headboard. smiling softly, you used your other hand to continue your work on his hair as he played with your fingers for the reminder of the afternoon.

it was like that until moblit gently knocked on the door, his voice muffled by the thick barrier, "please get out of the room, or else hange will ask the front desk for a keycard to barge in."

erwin laughed beside you, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he shook in laughter, grazing his lips on your bare skin as you laughed with him. hope bloomed inside the both of you, up, and up, until erwin wrapped his arms around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck as the sun welcomes a new beginning for you and him.

[wednesday: three in the afternoon.] erwin glanced down while you sunbathed under the sun, your book covering your face as you peeked up from your sunglasses. his eyes travelled from your toes up to your face with a mischievous smile gracing his face, while he handed you a mimosa. "is this how you want to make it up to me?"

you were currently laying on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, while you slapped erwin's leg with your book with a roll of your eyes. "pervert."

erwin sat beside you, drinking his own choice of alcohol, as he watched the rest of the group dunk themselves on the sea. he looked down at you, running your finger through the page as you mumbled the words softly to yourself. he downed his alcohol, gently grabbing your book as he chucked it away near moblit's bag.

when the story was just getting better, you watched your book fly in the air as it landed on the sand. it left your mouth agape, eyes glowering at the blonde man beside you, "i was reading that?"

"read it some other time," erwin cooed, standing up as he brushed the sand off of his shorts as he blocked the sun. "get up."

"why?" you turned to your back, propped up by your elbows, "i'm perfectly fine here until you threw my book away."

"make it up to me by getting up," erwin crossed his arms as he cocked his head towards the rest.

"that's not how it works," you grumbled, holding erwin's hand as he helped you get up from your blanket.

"how do you know how it works?" erwin whispered in your ear as he moved behind you, hands holding you steady on your shoulders as you let yourself be forced to walk towards the blue waters, the sun reflecting on it, as it tinkled your ankles with the cool feel.

"fine," you mumbled, slowly feeling the water ride up towards your thighs, until it hit your waist. you turned around, his hands still on your shoulders as he continued to push you further in. "erwin, i don't want to. i don't know... what's there."

"you're afraid of some seaweed," erwin questioned, moving in front of you as he dragged you by the hand, your feet holding your weight in the wet mush, "but not afraid of breaking my heart?"

"that's not even funny!"

"nor is breaking up with me."

both of you squinted your eyes at each other, mouths in a straight line as you stood your ground. erwin tugged slowly, holding out his arm while you sighed deeply, holding out tightly as he helped you take a step closer to him. you held his hand with both of yours, looking up with worried eyes. his blue eyes share the same worry, as he assessed your eyes that was beginning to tear up again.

erwin felt your hands pry his own open, your fingers turning over his hand in soft touches. his heart skipped a beat, when you placed a small kiss on his hand, rubbing small circles-- the action too familiar whenever he would go to you without any explanation. the same kiss that you would place on his forehead when he would wrap his arms around you, quietly drinking you all in as your mumbles sooth his heavy heart for the day.

for some reason, erwin found himself nodding. he would himself leaning into your touch as you wrapped your arms around his waist, as you rested your cheek on his chest in a tight embrace under the glowing sun.

[thursday: five in the morning.] the sea breeze wafted through the room, painting the room with the soft colors of the sunrise as you stood on the balcony, a warm cup of coffee in your hands. you listened to the seagulls wake everybody up, the lost dog barking on the shore, as the waves upon waves lapped on each other in a gentle morning alarm.

erwin yawned loudly, eyes closed as he stretched his own body, feeling the empty space beside him. he noticed the curtains moving gently with the wind entering the room, until he noticed the outline of your body leaning on the railing on the balcony. he saw you whip your head towards the bed, and erwin couldn't help but snuggle in closer to his pillow as he heard you lock the balcony door.

"good morning," you chirped, placing down the mug on the table, tugging on the blankets to get it off of his body. "do you want tea or coffee?"

"sleep," erwin mumbled against his pillow, pulling back the blankets while you groaned, feeling it slid off of your hold.

"can't. we have to go the hike nanaba and mike planned," you explain, forcefully opening the curtains to let the sun in. you padded towards his side, tapping on his arm as he clenched his eyes shut. "we can't be late. so, wake up."

"lay down beside me," erwin whipped his head towards you, wrestling the blankets off as it fell on your feet.

"thanks," you grunted, picking up the his blanket as you folded perfectly before chucking it at him-- which he caught perfectly, gently settling it beside him. erwin patted the space beside him, his arm sprawled as he watched you shake your head. "no. get up."

"just for a couple of minutes," erwin yawned, propping himself as he latched on your arm, pulling you towards him. he paid no attention to the flicks of your fingers on his own, smiling widely-- as you let yourself be pulled back to him. he sat you down beside his body, holding out to your arm.

his sleepy blue eyes does look so inviting, his warm touch on your skin makes it enough for you to make him drag you down beside him, ignoring the seconds that are ticking away. he yawned for the third time, pulling on your arm, but you stood your ground.

"erwin, please," you whined loudly, as you felt him manuever you quickly, literally pulling you down beside him, catching you in his sprawled arm. he quickly enveloped you tight within his embrace, his leg tangled over your hip while you sighed in defeat.

it feels so nice to be held back in his arms, his sleepy antics making it harder for you to get out of bed for all the days he has dragged you down beside him. you can't help but think if this was all moving too fast.

you turned in his embrace, your cheek smushed on his arm as he closed his eyes, feeling you warm beside him. you tapped on his cheek, whispering, "i think we should take things easily."

"what do you mean?" he whispered back, his embrace loosening up to make you move more. he felt you tap his cheek again, and he lazily opened his eyes, drowning in the sight of you.

"cuddling in bed?"

erwin soothed the furrowed brows on your face, as you pursed your lips, "do you want to hold hands in bed?"

"you know what i mean," you exasperatedly sigh, rolling your eyes while he chuckled softly. soon enough, his eyes surveyed over the troubled look on your face, "erwin, i know that i broke the trust you have for me when i left you. if you would give me chance, i will make things right. i don't ever want to hurt you like that again. erwin, i am so-,"

erwin only held on tightly, placing his chin on top of your head, as he cupped the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. his tears fell freely, feeling the saltiness on his lips as he let them fall.

"if you apologize one more time," erwin quietly said, masking up his tears with a smile as you moved your head to look up at him. he let himself cry in front of you, while your fingers made its way to wipe them away in comfort.

"i mean it," you whispered, pushing away his blonde bangs as his blue eyes glanced at yours. "i would apologize a thousand times."

"too early for tears," erwin sniffled, pulling away from your body as he sat on the edge of the bed. he felt the bed dip under your weight as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, placing your cheek against it.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

it would never be easy for the both of you to start again. it would be hard to regain the broken trust, and at most, it’ll never return to the same way again; but as silence finally settled in the room as erwin cherished the feeling of having your arms around him again, both of you listened to the silent acknowledgment of forgiveness and acceptance.

[friday: nine in the evening.] erwin followed your footsteps on the sand, holding two beers in one hand while he carried his polaroid camera in the other. he followed quietly, his feet crunching on the soft sand as he walked towards where you were. he saw you standing there, feet drenched on the shore as you stared ahead on the night sea. the moon reflection on the water move gently, carrying its soft light on the surface of the water.

“here,” erwin handed you a beer while you whipped your head towards him. he found himself standing beside you, staring ahead. “thought you might need one.”

“why,” you cooed, accepting the cold beer as you walked towards a small tree. he walked with you, both of you settling on the sand as the night begins to come to an end. “are you trying to get me drunk?”

erwin laughed, handing you the camera as you grinned, quickly settling the beer on the sand as you inspected his gadget. “i brought it with me. it still works.”

“it still works,” you repeated, blowing on the lens as you turned it over your hands. “i can’t believe this. you still have this!”

“of course, why wouldn’t i?” erwin softly asked, taking a gulp of his alcohol.

“god,” you sighed, handing it back to him. “that thing’s been through a lot.”

“just like us.”

you pulled your legs to your chest, as you rested your cheek on top of it, admiring erwin against the soft moonlight. he looked straight ahead, almost finishing his beer as you cupped his cheek to make him see you.

“i’m sorry,” the soft whisper from your lips entered his system, as your finger brushed on the apple of his cheek. erwin leaned on your touch, blinking as he listened. “i’m sorry for what i’ve done to us. i'm sorry for what i've done to you."

“i know.”

“will you ever forgive me?”

erwin covered your hand with his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as your lips quivered in guilt. “slowly,” he finally answered, leaning in close, the tips of your noses brushing each other in a soft touch, “slowly.”

then, it was literal sparks. he rubbed the tip of his nose to yours, lips brushing in a dangerous distance as he bent down every so slowly, to capture your lips in his. the taste of alcohol evident in both of your mouths, heads tilting away to give space, noses touching cheeks, as his lips covered yours in a drunken haze full of acceptance and love; while yours placed themselves full of apologies and love. he placed his hands on either side of your neck, guiding himself as he led the kiss into a symphony— his tongue finally entering yours in a shy attempt while you accepted him.

you laughed into the kiss, hands wrapping around his forearms, using it to pull yourself up to meet him halfway. erwin softly giggled, licking your lips as he pulled away, bringing his camera into the scene.

“let’s take one.”

you nodded, flushing your cheek against his with a wide smile as he positioned the camera slightly above the two of you. his other hand wrapped around your shoulder pulling you close to him while, while you wrapped your arms around his waist as he whipped his head to you.

“look ahead, mister!” you instructed, grabbing his chin away while he laughed in your embrace as he counted softly in your ear.

“one,”

“get ready, erwin,”

“two,”

“look at the camera and not at me!”

“three.”

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levi jumped from his seat when he felt your hands squeeze his shoulders, as you shook him left and right, making him scowl while he hurriedly typed away in his computer.

“get your hands off of me,” he seethed, backspacing the words that he mistyped because of your doing. his eyes glanced down at the time, and he couldn’t help but smirk as you stood beside him, waiting for him to stand up.

instead, levi turned around in his chair, his feet banging on your ankles, but still you looked at him with a smile. “hurry up, it’s lunchtime.”

“we have five minutes left,” levi pointed at the clock.

“i know,” you nodded, kicking his chair, “let’s get a head-start on the elevator.”

“are you that excited to see him?”

“whatever do you mean?”

levi squinted at your back while you walked away, quickly reaching down for your purse and phone as you walked towards the elevator despite having no people queue for it. he typed his remaining work, glancing at the clock as he hurriedly followed you to the elevator where you were busy looking down at your phone.

out of habit, he looked at your desk.

he whipped his head for a second time, bending down to look at the new polaroid that now sits against your penholder. there sits a photo of you and erwin, your arms around him with a big smile, while erwin kissed your temple just in time for when he clicked to take the photo. he realized what it was, when, and where it was taken, and he couldn’t help but whistle to himself as it finally answered the question that lingered throughout the last days during the vacation where levi and the others would watch from afar— smiling softly to themselves when hope bloomed again.

#erwin smith #erwin x reader #erwin smith imagine #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith imagines #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan imagine #snk imagines #snk imagine #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot imagines #aot imagine

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askservais · 3 years

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Hi this mun here.

🔫

Y'all are gonna listen to me go off about Dadvais or else you get the water gun because I have an exam tommorow but brain is going brrr Dadvais and this fandom does not give me enough dadvais content.

Like everything else I have to do it my goddam self 🔫

Why am I weirdly aggressive about this?

*aggressive shrugging*

Anyway Dadvais.

(Warning. Intense rambling. Very intense rambling. I have thoughts and this is Dadvais propoganda. Also like. Brief implication of abuse near the end.)

(Also its like 1am aaa)

Anyway Gamers.

Right we commonly accepted that Servais is cat dad.

Which is good. Good content.

I am also just saying, Servais is the kinda of person who adopts 50 kids and denies they're his kids. He's tsundere dad.

But he's also really fucking soft. He really likes kids. They adore his magic tricks and the man loves magic, absolutely try me the best way to instantly bond with Servais is talk magic.

This is not to say he is a competent dad. He's more of 'I'm trying oh god I left Tracy at the market' dad.

Y'all have seen his diary this man has one braincell for magic only. Also professor of literature. Servais. Servais my beloved. Why did you think this was a good idea. Servais.

He adopts like. *does the math* most of the survivors.

And his favourite is Emma. Probably.

Look the whole reason Dadvais exists is because of me developing 'Forever in the manor' (forever in the concept phase would be better name. Do plan to do the first 'canon' fic after Winters last snow-) and plot stuff happens.

In which Emma has two hands so she can have two hands. If you have a problem with this. I will fight you in the tesco's parking lot/j

I am just saying early manor days when it's just the free characters and Servais the two bond.

And maybe they garden together.

And bake a cake.

Yes I am referencing my fic 'A cake's respite' that fic is early days dad Servais. Servais stayed in that Kitchen when he wanted to drink because he wants to make Emma happy.

Also what intensified dadvais was a discord rp where I, the official magician of the server, had no braincells and just instinctively made him go dad mode.

Also minor tangent i know the fandom characterises Servais most of the time as grumpy old man, which like. He is to an extent but can I please have more chaotic Servais. Like. Y'all have seen his tome accessory right. He's a little bit of a goofball and I would love to see more of it.

Sometimes y'all kinda make him a little too mean. Which I know stems from most people disliking him but even ones who do like him just... yeah.

Then again I'm no Servais expert. I'm trying to get his personality as accurate as possible so if I'm wrong feel free to correct me. I've messed up on character before and its my policy of keeping characters as Canon accurate as possible even if I don't like them because other people do.

Speaking of Canon, time to go the opposite direction and talk about the dadvais au. Yes I have a goddam dadvais au the self indulgency never fucking stops.

It is also a work in progress because god has cursed me for my hubris but I will spit in his face and steal his wallet.

To summarise the Dadvais au.

William and Orpheus are street kids who investigate Servais for the death of his mentor John but end up adopted by him instead, beginning the start of Servais's child army.

This au gives me much serotonin aside from the Dadvais serotonin because canonically in this au Servais has no violence rights but Robbie, a toddler in this au, does.

I feel like this is an appropriate moment to inform everyone that unfortunately your mun is a chaotic goblin. I am so sorry.

Anyway, I am going to focus on one section of the dadvais au because I need to not make this a ten page essay.

So we're going to focus upon the point Servais decides to adopt Murro. Also canon ages do not apply in this au because by the time I had discovered Kevin's canon age I had an idea and got too attached so *yeets canon ages out window*.

So Au. Murro is 15-16. Servais is in his 20's. Orpheus and William are around..12. Still working on ages. At this point Naib has been adopted and is around 14. I think. I need to do thing called 'keep track of my characters ages.'

Anyway!

So onto what happens. I feel it is very important to establish the fact that Naib steals Murro from the Circus (its explained why in au) with a little help from Mike (~10) and Joker (16-17).

Unfortunately Sergi tries to stop them and Naib and him fight. Which Naib totally would have won but he didn't. Rip. So he gets caught by Sergi who takes him to Bernard.

Murro heads to Servais' place on Naib's advice and sneaks in with Orpheus' and William's help. The two try to hide him and his boar but fail miserably.

Servais quickly discovers him, recognises him from the circus and questions why he's here, and where is Naib.

And ever quickly discovers what Naib had done.

Which very much terrifies our Magician dad because well, Naib is in some very hot water that Servais is doing his best to keep him safe despite it. So him being trapped at Hullabaloo is.... extra bad.

In a panic he almost tries to force Murro to come with him back to the circus, before he realised he can't.

He can't let Murro go back.

On one level its on the basic moral level. Bernard is a dick and no child deserves to be in a cage and treated like that.

On another. Its because of John. His mentor.

Servais has a guilty conscience.

His actions put blood on his hands.

He can't do it again.

Naib returns, having managed to escape with the secret help of Natalie. He may or may not threaten Servais to keep Murro, which is unnecessary, as Servais has already decided.

He tells the kids to stay home or else. Then leaves.

Going straight to talk to Bernard.

Bernard is pissed, and Servais apologises for Naib's actions, then makes an offer.

He will buy Murro from Bernard.

Murro was just an act to Bernard after all. And he puts down a very generous sum. Reminding Bernard Murro's act was losing popularity. Better to cash in now then lose cash on a dying act.

Bernard is hesitant.

Servais raises his price.

Bernard wants that price. But that price for Murro only. The boar has to be paid separately.

Servais clenches his jaw.

Fine.

He leaves the tent at the dead of night. He exchanges a glance with a Mike hiding amongst the equipment.

He leaves and heads home.

Where the kids are anxiously waiting. Murro unsure of whats going to happen to him. Naib prepared to fight Servais to keep Murro. William prepared to play back up with Orpheus trying to reason with them and find a different solution.

When Servais comes home the kids are waiting for him. They wait for him to speak. Or try to. Before Servais can say anything everyone except Murro immediately start yelling/pleading for Servais to keep Murro.

Which Servais tells them to stop. Reassuring them Murro won't have to leave.

He's sorted everything out. Murro doesn't have to go back.

He rubs his temples and sighs. Telling Naib, Orpheus and William to set up the guest bed for Murro.

They'll sort this all out in the morning.

Servais waits from them to leave before leaning against the wall. He covers his eyes with his hand.

He needs a drink.

#idv servais le roy #servais le roy #mun screams #dadvais

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grifalinas · 3 years

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Batter Up (working title) (Chapter 5)

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Flint took Radley with him to help bring back lunch, and while they waited for their orders, he finally calmed down enough to actually talk.

“You knew about Deacon, didn’t you,” he asked.

“I knew he was lying about his age,” Radley said. “He was at school with me, he graduated last summer. He used to give me a hard time.”

“That why you were fighting?”

Radley nodded, a little embarrassed. “It felt like a chance to finally get my own back, so I thought I’d try needling him a bit. I wasn’t expecting him to swing on me.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wasn’t kidding, you know, I take responsibility for us fighting.”

“Yeah, well.” Flint gave him a sour look. “I don’t like him lying about being able to bake. That’s what I need him for.”

“Not really.” Radley gestured vaguely at himself. “You taught me all your recipes since I was a toddler, I could make them blindfolded, and by the time school lets back in you’ll be able to hire someone else. Demand probably won’t be super high after the first week we’re open, and if it is, you’ll be able to afford more employees anyway.”

“All the more reason to fire him, then.” He huffed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, then huffed again and slipped a sequined scrunchy from his wrist to pull it all back with a grumble. “What do I need him for when I’ve got you?”

“He can run the front and be an extra set of hands, since Mr. Bassington can’t do any heavy lifting and won’t let Eddie. Actually I feel like Deacon will really thrive if you put him doing heavy lifting.”

“I have you to do my heavy lifting.”

“I’m still a minor. I’m pretty sure those liabilities apply to me, too, and Mr. Bassington just looked the other way. But he’s not going to for very long.”

Flint leaned back in his chair with a groan. “What in the world has Raphael gotten me into? That man is way too controlling.”

“He’s doing his job.”

Flint let out a frustrated little growl. “Changed your tune, have you?”

“He makes a better second impression. Things have gone way smoother with him organizing everything. And he puts his money where his mouth is when it comes to protecting his employees. He isn’t just worried about legal issues, he really does try to protect the people under him.”

There was a long silence, and Radley added, a little hesitantly, “You looked like you were about to start swinging on Deacon earlier.”

“I wanted to,” Flint admitted. “I like to think I wouldn’t have…” He shook his head. “But there’s no way for Sam to have known one way or another.”

There was another long silence, Flint mulling over the Deacon situation while Radley scrolled social media in an idle sort of way. Finally Flint sighed and slumped, a little defeated.

“Guess I owe the kid an apology,” he said. “And Sammy, too…”

-/-

Samuel felt it might help cool Flint’s temper a little if the kitchen was cleaned up by the time he got back, so he set Deacon and Eddie to do that while he went back to supervising the work crew and getting everything else done.

While Radley and Deacon appeared to have declared each other public enemy number one, Deacon seemed to have no such animosity for Eddie, though the two had interacted little thus far. Eddie seemed intent on making up for this discrepancy now that they were working on a task together, though.

“-and Mr. Bassington says he’s going to introduce me to Rosie and we’re going to be best friends so I’m trying to decide what things I like that he didn’t mention her liking that I should try to introduce her to and I’m thinking of seeing if she listens to Angel DJ on the radio because that’s my favorite radio show and if she gets into music through Angel DJ then we can get into music on the same path instead of both of us discovering stuff, not that that isn’t fun but it’s really fun to find stuff together, me and Radley used to get into stuff through Angel DJ together all the time but then he stopped really caring much about getting into music except as something fun to play while you do other stuff and I like music as something that exists in its own right and should be experienced by itself too and Radley doesn’t like looking up stuff about the artists like how what I do so he’s not fun but I bet maybe I hope that Rosie will be into music like how what I’m into music so we can be into music together.”

Deacon gave her a second to make sure that was actually the end of the sentence and poked his head out of the oven he was cleaning to ask, “What’s Angel DJ?”

“It’s a radio show! Angel is just some guy, he broadcasts from his apartment and he isn’t tied to any specific radio station so he can just play whatever he likes, so he just plays stuff he’s into. He’s been on a bit of an eighties rock kick lately, and he’s playing a lot of Queen stuff so I’ve been really getting into them, I was watching videos of their performances on the internet and they’re SO cool.”

Deacon laughed. “No arguments there. I learned to play on Queen songs.”

“You play?” She lit up. “What do you play?! I don’t play anything, I kinda wouldn’t mind learning but I can’t even pick anything because I hear a song and I think ‘boy it’d be fun to play that I bet’ but there’s so many different parts that go into it that I just end up getting bogged down. What do you play? Guitar? Drums? Keys?”

“Uh… well I main bass, but I can do electric…” He rocked back on his heels to tick off on his fingers. “...Mother made me learn piano and violin so I can do keys and violin, and I was percussion ensemble in high school so most basic percussion, though I’m not great at drums, and I sing.”

Eddie stared at him with stars in her eyes and squeaked out, “That’s so cool~”

He opened his mouth to say he wouldn’t mind playing for her sometime, if she was into that, and was interrupted by the return of Flint and Radley. He clammed up, returning to the oven without a word, leaving Eddie to go help get the food unpacked and call the crew in. He listened to her chattering about how Deacon could play and liked Queen and wasn’t that SO cool?, and stilled to listen to their response.

“You don’t think it’s cool that I like Queen,” Radley said.

“That’s because you just like listening to them. Deacon learned to play on Queen songs.”

“You play?” Flint asked, when Deacon finally emerged from the oven to join them for lunch.

“He mains bass!” Eddie chirped before Deacon could answer.

“I like music,” he said. “It’s a good distraction.” There was a beat, and, seeing the opening, he added, “Sometimes I play with the house band next door, when one of their permanent musicians can’t make it. You should come hear me play sometime.”

Eddie lit up again. “Oh, can we? Can we, Uncle Flint? Please? Can’t we? Please can we?”

“We’ll… see,” he said, a little uncomfortable. “I think taking you kids into a bar is one of those things your old man would kick my ass for.”

Eddie deflated like a three month old birthday balloon. “I’m never going to be old enough to do anything fun.”

“And once you are you’re going to be carded for years,” Flint agreed, reaching over to ruffle her hair. “Sorry, kiddo, that’s just how it is.”

This got a huff, and she batted his hands away before turning to pout at her lunch.

“Sorry,” Deacon said, shuffling a little. “I wasn’t thinking about the age thing, I guess…”

-/-

After lunch, once everyone had gotten back to work, Flint decided to talk to Samuel first. His partner was guiding two of their contractors through putting up the menu boards; Flint took hold of his arm to get his attention, and startled back when Samuel jerked his arm back as if Flint’s touch had burned him.

“Sorry-” they both attempted at the same time, and Flint shook his head before jerking his head toward the office. “Can we talk?”

Samuel paused, and looked to the contractors, but they seemed to have the menu boards under control so he nodded and the two headed back to the office.

“I’m sorry,” Samuel began, before Flint could say anything. “I’m- sensitive to touch sometimes.”

Flint waved that away as unimportant. “I wanted to talk to you about earlier. I owe you an apology, and a thank you.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you owe an apology to.”

“I know. The kid’ll get one in a little while, I just want to get my thoughts in order before I talk to him.”

He sat down in his chair, and Samuel followed suit with a nod of approval. “Smart call.”

“Yeah, turns out I got a couple of braincells kicking around in here.” He cracked a lopsided smirk and then shook his head. “Anyway. I also wanted to thank you. I can’t say for sure that I wasn’t going to swing on the kid, even if I’d like to think I wouldn’t, but I can say for sure if I had you would have stopped me. I appreciate that.”

Samuel opened his mouth to say something, then shut it and shrugged. “We have a responsibility to protect the people we employ, and that includes from each other. I take that seriously.”

“Not a lot of people do.” He leaned his chair back with a sigh. “I wonder if that’s why Raphael sent you to me? She knows I got a temper. I’m a little impulsive, too. And I don’t always think things through…”

“To protect your employees from you? I doubt that. She seemed very invested in your success, and I don’t think she would be if she thought you were the sort to abuse your employees.”

“Not so much that, just someone to curb my impulses when they might have collateral damage.”

“Ah, right. That makes more sense.”

Flint watched him for another quiet moment, taking a few seconds to enjoy his rigid, perfectly controlled posture that did nothing to diminish the amount of him there was- here was a man who had never been taught to take up less space, though paradoxically his presence seemed to invite others into the space he was already occupying. Flint was struck with a bizarre desire to press into his side, enjoy his warmth while they shared… something, anything, it didn’t matter.

He shook the thought away.

“So if she sent you to keep me in line, what did she mean for you to get out of it? Think maybe she wants me to loosen you up?”

“Given she’s applied the words ‘tightly wound’ to me more than a few times in our friendship, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“You ever think Raph secretly wants to produce a sitcom? That’d explain all the odd couple situations she’s always setting up.”

Samuel chuckled softly at that, and Flint suddenly felt as if he’d been shot through the throat.

He must be staring, because Samuel was giving him a confused look. “Everything okay?”

“Wh-? Oh, yeah. Fine. Just didn’t know you were capable of laughing, that’s all.”

“Maybe if you didn’t run off every time your niece starts talking…”

Flint let out a startled bark of laughter at that. “Yeah? Try living with her, pal. I need a break sometimes, you know. Your girl a chatterbox too?”

“No, she’s very quiet. You’d hardly know she was there half the time.”

“When are you bringing her around? Eddie’s not going to stop pestering yout about it until you do.”

Another of those laughs that made Flint feel like curling his toes up. “To be honest, I’m hoping I can get some of the anticipation to wear off. Rosie is so wonderful but Eddie’s hopes are so high.”

“You’ll never do that. Eddie doesn’t curb her enthusiasm, she just gets more tightly wound up until she finally experiences the thing she’s excited about. We took her to an amusement park to see this singer she was into once and she got so excited she threw up. Keep putting it off and you’re just perpetuating the problem.”

“Hmm.” Samuel seemed a little put out by that, and stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I suppose I could have Theresa drop her off tomorrow? I’m sure she’ll be interested in seeing what we’ve got going on here anyway. She’s very nosy, though she’ll never admit that.”

Flint grinned. “Sounds like a plan!”

-/-

Unfortunately, after his chat with Samuel, Flint had to bite the bullet and talk to Deacon. He didn’t want to. He was still furious with the kid, still wouldn’t really mind just tossing him out and letting him be someone else’s problem.

But whatever he felt about Deacon’s choices, he had behaved far worse, and if he wanted to be the sort of man his kids could look up to, he had to be the sort of man that owned up when he misstepped. So he told Samuel to send the kid in, and took a seat behind his desk and tried not to look like he was sulking too hard over having to apologize.

Deacon slouched in like a spooked animal, like he fully expected Flint to start yelling at him again and, oof, that was fair. Suddenly apologizing felt a lot more doable and a lot more important.

“Siddown, kid, I’m not gonna bite you,” Flint said, waving vaguely at the second desk chair that Samuel usually occupied. “I just wanna talk. And I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have blown up like that.”

Deacon shrugged, like that didn’t factor to him, and said, in a rushed sort of way, “I’m not sorry about lying. Everyone lies on their resume and they even advise that.”

“They also advise learning how to fake the thing you’re saying you can do,” Flint said. “But that wasn’t really the issue, and you and I both know it.”

An uncomfortable silence descended. Deacon shifted a little in his seat, and said, “It’s cause of the help comment, isn’t it?”

Flint nodded. “I got my recipes from my ma,” he said. “She was an amazing cook, and an even better baker. She taught me and my si- brother coming up, but I was the one who really took to it.” He was silent for a long moment, thinking back to those days with his mother, explaining how every aspect of the recipe worked with every other aspect of the recipe, how to know if the process was working and how to figure out what was missing when it was.

Then he shook his head, dispelling the memory, and went on.

“Ma was a personal chef, she cooked for a lot of wealthy families. Made sure they always had a hot meal waiting without any effort on their part. You know how much thanks she got for it?”

Deacon was shrinking in his chair now, the full realization of what he’d implied hitting him. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean…”

Flint gave him a few more seconds of discomfort before saying, “You should be. That’s the kinda toxic shit you gotta start unlearning now you’re on your own. There’s people out there without a tenth of what you’ve been handed that are worth ten times that, and you’re gonna be surrounded by them now. But. That don’t mean I gotta treat you like that. You’ll never learn like that.”

He leaned back in his chair, waiting in case Deacon had anything to put in, but the kid just stayed staring at the floor. Flint wondered what was going through his head, what he was thinking. If he was taking in what Flint was getting at, or just writing him off as some angry chef’s boy.

“As for your future here… I’ve handed you over to Sammy. Not just because you pissed me off, but also that. I don’t trust my temper enough to be directly in charge of you. But you still answer to both of us. I’m still your boss; Sam is just your direct supervisor.”

Deacon nodded, still staring down at the floor. Flint squinted at him, wondering where all of his fight had gone.

Hmm.

“Hey, kid. Why’d your old man cut you off? What was the decision you made that offended him?”

And, oh, there it was. Deacon bristled up like a rooster with a temper and said, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“There it is. Knew you were in there somewhere. All right, go on, get back to work. Go on.”

He shooed him away; Deacon slouched out in a hurry, before Flint could start Talking To Him again.

-/-

#made the chapter longer and i think that helped the rushed feeling a lot #for the second draft i'll expand the first four chapters a bit to make them feel less rushed #this is way better #please don't reblog this! simply commenting will suffice!#batter up (working title)

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Mari In Twisted Wonderland | Abridged Version | Savanaclaw

Chapter 2

Days after the Overblot Incident and Revenge Unbirthday Party, Mari gets another dream and this time it’s about the furries-- I mean, animals. She didn’t really get what it meant.

Lunch happened and Ruggie stole Grim’s lunch. Mari was confused but then they were called to the Headmaster’s office so she couldn’t question it.

Crowley explained shit to the shared brain cell trio and Mari. Blah blah blah. Grim got upset that he can’t play magift and show off. Mari rationalized with him that he won’t be able to show off if he’s only a beginner and that she’ll treat him to canned tuna to cheer him up. He seemed to be having a terrible day, getting his lunch stolen and then being told he can’t participate in a sports event.

She asked Crowley if he was searching for a way home but quickly realizes that he didn’t seem to be doing it. Though, she didn’t really say anything about it since the demon brothers were probably looking for a way to get her back.

Then they got back to their dorms later but Crowley came to visit and explained that students were getting injured and shit was real sus since there were a lot of them. Grim told him that he didn’t want to help but he pretty much just forced them by saying the Ramshackle Dorm wasn’t free. He also bribed Grim by saying he’d let him participate in the magift tournament. Though, Mari was aware that he was lying through his teeth. However, she said nothing since she didn’t want to break Grim’s spirit again. Plus, she was going to help regardless of the situation. Might as well be helpful while she’s stuck in there.

So the investigation started. They looked in the infirmary and Mari noticed that there were no Savanaclaw students that were injured but figured that maybe the culprit hasn’t got to them yet. Then they interrogated two injured students from Heartslabyul and they didn’t get any helpful answers so they tried looking for more clues. Only to fail and go back to the Ramshackle Dorm.

Ace visited and they explained the situation to him. But then Deuce ran in and yelled about how Trey got injured too. So they ran to the Heartslabyul dorm and saw him.

Mari was genuinely proud of Grim for being nice enough to give Trey the can of tuna she bought for him earlier in order to cheer him up.

Riddle came by to check on Trey and then explained how he got injured. Then Cater pulled everyone excluding Trey to a different room and let Mari tell them about the other injured students.

So, the Heartslabyul gang + Grim and Mari went to investigate together and saw the Pomefiore Dorm, which was probably Mari’s favorite dorm so far. It was certainly pretty.

And now for Mari’s first impression of Rook: “Dang he kinda hot”

Rook will remember that

Then the rest of the gang decided that he didn’t look strong enough so the culprit probably wouldn’t wanna target him, then went on to Octavinelle to see the tweels.

First impression of the tweels as she and the rest ran for their dear lives: “Jesus fuck they’re creepy”

They escaped and Mari finally remembered what she noticed about the injured students again. “Savanaclaw might be the next targets since there weren’t any injured students from there”

So they got to the Savanaclaw Dorm and met Jack. She was like “oh you’re the hot furry” and he was like “excuse me?” Then he tells them that he won’t be targetted and that they should fuck off.

Then they got in trouble with Savanaclaw delinquents and Leona and Ruggie came. Leona recognized Mari as the herbivore that stepped on his tail. The delinquents get angry but he still drinks respecc women juice and just challenges the gang to magift. Since Mari had no magic, she had to sit this one out.

She goes home and sleeps, but then realizes she can’t and decides to have a midnight walk because she hasn’t seen enough horror movies to know that’s not the best idea. Then she meets Malleus. Probably thinks he’s the hottest guy she’s seen in NRC besides Leona and Jamil.

“Oh, you are a child of man” “And you’re a man with horns”

She isn’t particularly intimidated by him. Like— She’s met Lucifer and has been nearly killed by him twice. Some strange dude with horns got nothin’ on him. Mari asked who he is and he seemed to be surprised by that, then he smirked.

Dude said it would be better if she didn’t know and let her call him whatever she wanted. She was like “Aight” then he left.

Mari goes to sleep and has another dream. She wonders why she’s having another dream about animals and why does the lion look familiar. Then she woke up, wondering what it meant. Barbatos was rather vague when he gave her his parting gift.

On the way to school with Grim, she told him about the Tall handsome dude with horns. He dubbed him “Tsunotarou”. She liked the name a lot and decided to use it.

They meet up with Cater and Riddle, who tell them that Jamil got injured. So they go meet him.

‘Ah fuck his voice is hot too’ Mari thought when she met him. It seemed that she was right about Kalim, he was quite friendly.

So they finally found out about Ruggie but couldn’t catch him. Then Jack appeared again. He’s like “Why are you working so hard for other people’s sake?”

Ace is like “Lmao we just wanna get picked for the magift tournament and show off. We don’t give a shit about these guys.”

Mari sighed and said, “Why is literally everyone in this school so selfish?” And Jack questions her as to her reason for doing it. Then she replies with “Well-- Crowley kinda said that living in the Ramshackle Dorm wasn’t free. Though, he didn’t really have to force me since I would’ve helped regardless because I just like feeling helpful.”

Then Jack told the shared braincell trio that they’re worse than he thought. Though, he also mentioned that he didn’t trust Mari’s type. As in, “Guys that just do things for others”

Ace was like “no u”

Then Jack was like “Fight me bitch. If you want me to spill my guts, you gotta defeat me”

Deuce went bad boy like “fuck yeah lets go dude” and they fight

And they win. The rest of the guys are surprised that Mari knows how to fight. She’s like “The Future King of Hell taught me martial arts for like a year” and they’re not sure whether she’s being serious or if she’s crazy.

And then Jack went into this whole spiel about how cowardly tricks make him nauseous and how he wanted to use his own power to claim victory at the top. Then he finally spills the beans on what Ruggie’s unique magic is and how Savanaclaw is in on the plan.

“Why would they?” “How well you do in the magift tournament can have a big impact on your future, right? So I can’t say I don’t understand their feelings”

“GRRRRRRRRRRRR”

Mari is like “Dude, chill. Understanding someone doesn’t mean you agree with them.”

Jack replied with “The now comes before the future! Show what you can do now!”

Then goes onto yet another spiel about how he can’t stand Leona and how that guy is amazing but never gives his full effort.

Ace whispers to Mari like “Damn he tsundere for his own dorm leader”

And Jack tells them that Savanaclaw is going to target the dorm leader of Diasomnia, Malleus Draconia during the day of the magift tournament.

Riddle and Cater come by like “Lol thanks for telling us” Then Riddle was going to tell them the plan but Jack was like “bitch im not gonna help. Im gonna do this shit myself. Bye”

Mari countered with “What have you accomplished on your own?”

He’s just >:(

“Smart wolves hunt as a pack” “Ugh fine. But if your plan sucks, I’m leaving.”

So after hearing Riddle out, he’s like “Aight I’ll help.”

Everyone came to an agreement and went to their respective dorms. Mari has another dream, then thought “Bruh he really wanted to be king then when he became king, he didn’t even do it right.”

“Oi, wake up.”

Mari felt someone shake her awake. She groaned and swatted away the hands, wanting to sleep more. It didn’t quite register in her mind that someone broke into her room. It was only until her blanket was tugged away from her. The cool air hit her bare body. She shuddered and her eyes finally fluttered open to see Jack with a flustered expression before he threw the blanket over her body.

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NAKED?!”

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!”

“Tch.” He looked away and rubbed his neck. “I came from my morning run to wake you up early. I couldn’t let you oversleep on the day of the tournament. S-Sorry for breaking into your room…”

Grim perked up and was motivated to go immediately so that he could collect his reward to play in the tournament. “Come on! Let’s go already!”

“Just let me get dressed and I’ll be right with you. Be patient.”

For the rest of that morning, Jack couldn’t look at her directly. When he did, images of that embarrassing situation all came back to his mind

So they got to the stadium. Shit hit the fan but everything was fine because Heartslabyul revealed their plan. Diasomnia is perfectly alright.

Leona got pissed and he revealed his unique magic. Sand is everywhere. He’s trying to kill Ruggie.

Mari is like “Ugh I hate sand”

Jack also revealed his unique magic and turned into a full furry-- I mean, wolf. This surprised Leona, which gave Riddle the opportunity to collar him.

Lilia be spittin facts.

Hearing Leona yell about agony and despair and that things will never change kinda made Mari’s heart hurt because it felt… familiar. How hopeless he seemed to feel. It reminded her of how she was before coming to the Devildom.

Then he overblotted.

Then they beat the sit out of him. Mari is like “Does this usually happen?”

So the magift tournament went on and Savanaclaw still got to play because the injured students wanted revenge. Grim also reminded Crowley about his reward so he was allowed to play against Savanaclaw.

Grim did an oopsie and tried to do a special move but it backfired and hit Mari in the head instead. She had to be rushed to the infirmary.

She woke up to see the shared braincell trio and the furry boys. Ace told her that she’s been asleep for so long that the closing ceremony was over and they’re dismantling the venue.

Leona told her that Diasomnia was the champion.

Ace and Deuce talked about how good Malleus was for a moment. Jack was like “No one can win if they give up before they try.” Mari agreed with him. He then said that he was going to beat Diasomnia fair and square next year.

Leona was like ““Underhanded tactics” require one’s strength too” and she asked if he even felt bad. He was just like lmao no

A wild Babie has appeared. Leona went >:0 but introduced Cheka to them.

Mari squealed at the sight of such an adorable child. Internally she was saying “I’ve seen Cheka for 4 seconds but if anything were ever to happen to him, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Jack: So the root of all Leona’s pain is…

Mari: The cutest lil angel ever!

Cheka: Are you guys my uncle’s friends?

Everyone else laughed at Leona except Mari who was busy introducing herself to the lil babie.

Leona will remember that.

Timeskip to when Mari went to sleep and saw the creepy shadow in the mirror. She’s lowkey shook but then she woke up. Seeing the time was pretty early in the morning, she decided to have a lil stroll to see the sun rise.

She found a good spot and sat down, singing lightly to herself.

The sound of leaves being crushed under one’s feet reached her ears from behind her. Mari didn’t bother looking up at the source, being too enamored with seeing the sky as its hues morph from navy to a golden yellow. The dark clouds turned into tangerine and peach ones. She gave a dreamy sigh.

“Oi, Mari.” She heard the gruff voice of Jack. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know, just… Watching that gorgeous sunrise. I’ve lived in a land with no sun for a year so seeing it like this is quite the blessing,” She responded, still not looking up.

“Seriously? I’ve never heard of a place like that.” Jack sat beside her.

“Yeah. Living in Hell was quite the experience but it was fun.” Mari chuckled lightly.

Her words caused him to furrow his eyebrows, wondering if she was kidding or not. He shook his head, deciding that it wasn’t important. He turned to her.

“So… about that time…”

“Hm? What time?” Mari finally looked at him, confusion swirling in her pools of chocolate. She tilted her head.

His face felt warm as the blood rose to his tanned cheeks. “Y-You know what I’m talking about!”

Upon seeing his flustered expression, she finally remembered what he meant. Her mouth formed an ‘o’. What could he possibly gain from bringing that up now?

“I wanted to apologize properly…” He spoke up again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have violated your privacy like that and broke into your room.” He finally had the courage to look back into her eyes. Golden hues meeting chocolate.

“How can I make it up to you?”

Mari saw this opportunity and a smirk crept up onto her lips. “You could make it up to me by letting me pet you.”

He yelped and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. His ears stood erect. “Wh-What?!”

She pouted. “I thought you wanted to make it up to me? This is the least I could ask for after you broke into my room and saw me naked!”

“Okay! Okay! Just don’t yell or someone’s gonna hear you.”

Mari stopped and looked at him with expectations glinting in her eyes.

He leaned downward. His head was lowered and ears curled back, anticipating her touch.

She grinned and laid her hand over his head, caressing it tenderly. “Oh my~ Your hair is quite soft. I see that you groom yourself well, Jack. How nice~” She cooed, continuing to pet him with such pure glee swimming in her chocolate eyes. “How are you liking this? Does it feel nice~?”

“Tch… Just because I’m letting you do this, doesn’t mean I like it,” He told her.

“But your tail is wagging.” She pointed out. Blood spurted to his face and he pulled away.

“Alright, that’s enough!” He exclaimed to her, trying not to show her that he was flustered. “We’re going to be late for school if we don’t hurry.”

Mari glanced at the sun and nodded. “Oh! You’re right. I’ll go wake up Grim and head to class. Thanks again, Jack.”

“Don’t expect me to let you do that again. We’re not friends or anything.” He walked away from her.

A smile graced her lips as she watched him leave with a mirthful gaze. “Alright,” she whispered and made her way to the Ramshackle Dorm.

#mitw : av #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst headcanons

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 3 years

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Two Gods, One Braincell Ch.4 Goddesses Do Not Hesitate

Summary:

Bold of you to assume I won't love you.

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"I love you," Kagami stated simply.

"R-really!?" Adrien's cheeks reddened as he stumbled over his words.

"Yes." Kagami waited for a moment. "Oh, am I supposed to elaborate?"

"I mean, it wouldn't hurt!"

"You have always taken your role seriously," Kagami began, Adrien's nervousness ebbing as she continued in her honest, matter-of-fact tone. "If through your intervention a single mortal can be protected you do so. Regardless of what the council says about treading lightly in the lower world. You have nothing but praise for me when my storms out thunder your own. When Mother brought me to the court of heaven for the first time it was you who befriended me. Despite my obnoxious attitude."

"I didn't think you were obnoxious," Adrien said softly.

Although it made her wish to knock some sense into her younger self Kagami smiled at the memory. "I declared myself the equal of any swordsman in heaven. Masters millennia my seniors."

"I seem to remember you knocked a certain 'master' on his back that day." Adrien hadn't gone easy on her either. Kagami's confidence demanded to be met with his best.

"See? Even in defeat you have nothing but praise. Taking joy in your friends' victories as though they were your own."

"Isn't that what friends do?" Adrien was pretty sure it was. Nino said so and, as a god of 'platonic bonds', he should know.

"But you make it look so effortless." Kagami herself still struggled to separate the desire to win from her pride in her friends. It was, as Marinette says, a learning process.

Rubbing the back of his head Adrien smiled ruefully. "Effortless? That's what I see when I look at you. How you go after what you want without hesitating. The way you're always honest, even when it's not what the other god wants to hear. And I'm not the only one that protects mortals so vehemently, Kagami."

Feeling heat rise across her cheeks Kagami stepped into Adrien's space. "You really think so highly of me?"

Adrien quirked his eyebrows in puzzlement, taking her hands in his. "Of course. Don't I tell you every day how amazing you are?"

"Right, yes, it's just..." Kagami floated up and pecked the taller god lightly on the lips. "Different this time."

A bunch of emotions flickered through Adrien's eyes as he stared at her. Then a silly grin bloomed across his face as Adrien bent down for a longer, softer kiss.

Sparks arced between them as the air filled with the scent of lightning. Dipping Adrien suddenly, Kagami deepened the kiss. Thunder booming in the distance.

Gasping for breath, Adrien looked up at Kagami from his place in her strong arms. "No fair! I wanted to do that!"

Kagami leaned in until their noses almost touched. "What's stopping you?"

With a smirk Adrien switched their positions. Kagami's eyes widening at the sudden shift. The wind picked up, swirling around them.

Lifting her upright Adrien broke the kiss and held her to his chest. Warmth filled Kagami as she felt his heartbeat under her hands.

A happy squeal brought them back to the present. Alya cleared her throat but didn't bother masking her giddiness. The others were much closer than Kagami remembered leaving them. Not that she had bothered with an actually private confession.

"I knew it!" Alya grabbed Nino and shook him. "I knew it!"

Weathering Alya's enthusiasm admirably, Nino gave two thumbs up.

Marinette was peaking through her fingers, face bright red from the intensity of Adrien and Kagami's passion. "Kagami, Adrien, I'm happy for you. But if y'all could not manifest a hurricane in the middle of a continent that would be great!"

Kagami felt Adrien's embarrassment mirror her own. "I thought you were a love goddess?"

"I enjoy bringing couples together," Marinette recited as though she was often asked the same thing. "I have no interest in... the other stuff."

Before Kagami could spontaneously combust, Kim dropped in. Literally, he jumped off his cloud and landed in the middle. "Got 'em!" he announced, raising a barrel small enough to fit in his palm.

A gleam entered Adrien's eye. "Monkeys in a barrel?"

"You know it!" Kim high-fived Adrien before noticing how his other arm wrapped around Kagami. "Did you gods get together? That's great! You gonna combine domains like Alya and Nino?"

"God, that's personal!" Nino chastised. "They have to talk about it before-"

"No, no no no no no." Marinette gestured emphatically. "I know that look, Kim! Even if Adrien and Kagami merge domains they are not going to be making any supercells anytime soon!"

"Spoilsport!"

"I mean, maybe in the middle of the ocean."

"Alya!"

Their friends continued discussing the merits of Adrien and Kagami's union, much to the new couple's amusement. Nino, the only voice of reason, exposed the merits of communication before taking important decisions. Alya and Kim immediately placed bets on how exactly the new relationship would progress. While Marinette bemoaned all the hypothetical headaches her friends were going to cause her.

Adrien laughed a bit too gleefully at that last one.

Kagami frowned as she looked up at him. Adjusting the way her fingers fit into his.

Noticing her scrutiny, Adrien fidgeted self-consciously. "What?"

"You're taller than me." Later Adrien would accuse her of pouting. Which was, of course, nonsense. Kagami did not pout.

Adrien laughed. "Not in your dragon form I'm not!"

Pleased at this reminder, Kagami rested her head on his shoulder. Attention going back to their friends antics.

"... Kagami?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you, too."

Kagami's shy moments were rare but this definitely counted. Shifting her head away in a vain attempt to block her blush from his sight. He didn't say anything else, though she got the distinct impression Adrien was smiling at her.

She squeezed his hand gently. Letting his presence and the voices of their friends fill her heart.

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shiny-procrastinates · 3 years

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(re)Watching Magia Record S1 - part 11

part 10 here

Hello and welcome back everyone to our Magia Record s1 watch-along! Last time, we had the aftermath of the Endless Solitude's incident, found out that Mami is now part of the Wings of the Magius and left off with the reveal that one of Ui's (Iroha's sister, for those who have forgotten) might be another one of the Magius. What is this all about? Let's watch and find out:

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story: Magia Record S1 episode 11

For some reason, we are now watching Tsukuyo's club practice. Wait- Akatsuki? That's not the surname I remember. We also see a photo of Mifuyu on the club room, so they must've been club mates.

Good question, Tsukuyo. Maybe she's waiting for Sana? (lies)

awnt the whole family's on the op now. Yachiyo is even smiling!

NOW we're back to where the other episode left off. According to Sana, she sometimes heard the Feathers talking about Nemu when they came to Ai's barrier to retrieve a witch. The girls then wonder if Nemu's being forced to work with them and Iroha says that maybe Ui's being kept captive by them too, with everyone falling silent at this.

Felicia asks if they can't just catch a Feather and force them to speak, so Tsuruno says if they should keep going after the Rumors them. While the three are wondering that, Iroha remembers about Tsukuyo, who she had seen in her uniform, and we are now back to the present.

Yeah right, are you saying you were actually triplets?

So Iroha decided to catch Tsukuyo after school. If Tsukuyo had a braincell, she could've left by a backdoor or used her magical girl powers to jump over the wall, but it seems she borrowed hers to Tsukasa today.

Tsukuyo stops Iroha from outing her as a Feather, so Iroha invites her to go talk somewhere else. Tsukuyo asks if she plans to interrogate her or worse but Iroha really only wants to talk.

After changing locations, Iroha seems to have told Tsukuyo about her situation. Tsukuyo asks why Iroha would go so far as telling her that, and Iroha answers that she needs to see Nemu no matter what.

After asking who between Tsukuyo and Tsukasa is the younger sister, appealing to their point in common, Iroha threatens outing Tsukuyo to the others if she doesn't let her see Nemu. Tsukuyo is shocked, asking if she's threatening her and Iroha says she doesn't care if she sees it that way. Damn, Iroha really means business when it's about her sister.

As always when it comes to Ui, Iroha's unusually pushy, and Tsukuyo ends up giving in and promising to at least talk to Mifuyu about it.

Later that day, the Mikadzuki girls minus Yachiyo are having a meeting in Iroha's room, and decide to get Yachiyo coasters as a thank-you present for giving them the mugs. So cute.

...that's some interesting club this school has.

The next day, Iroha meets up after school with the other girls to go buy the coaster. Can we talk about the fact there's a group chat just for watching over Felicia? lol

The girls go buy the coaster, and get interrupted by a witch. Guess we can add that to the things magical girls can't do in peace. No probs Tsuruno, there's really no run-time for this.

Look how happy she is. Please don't ruin this in the next scene, show (flag).

Back at the house, Iroha's waiting for Yachiyo's return on Tsuruno's instructions. She hears the doorbell ring and answers it immediately, thinking it's Yachiyo (really, Iroha, why would Yachiyo ring the doorbell to her own house?) but, shockingly, it's Mifuyu.

This probably situation couldn't get more awkward for Iroha had they tried. Iroha tries to show some hospitality, but Mifuyu takes the lead and the opportunity to rub in that she knows the place (and its owner) way better. What's with the attitude, Mifuyu? It's not like Iroha threatened your friend or a- oh wait, nvm.

Iroha asks what business Mifuyu has with Yachiyo today, and Mifuyu asks in return if she has to have some business in order to visit a friend... no, not business Mifuyu but normally you'd warn someone before dropping by, where's your manners? Iroha points out that she hasn't visited for a long time and Mifuyu explains that she didn't come because she knew Yachiyo wouldn't agree with The Wings of the Magius. She then explains she's actually there to talk to Iroha today.

Oh, she did it, she flipped Iroha's switch.

Mifuyu asks if Iroha wouldn't join the cult if she wants to know about Nemu, but Iroha questions Mifuyu's motive for recruiting her, to which Mifuyu says it'd be good for them because she'd be able to investigate about her sister without clashing with them. Iroha presses her about Ui, which she says she doesn't know, and Nemu, but Mifuyu does not say anything else.

...aaand the other girls are standing there in the garden while all this is going on lol

*peek*

Mifuyu invites the girls of Mikadzuki Villa to attend a lecture about what exactly the cult is doing... this is definitely a trap ain't it. At that moment, Yachiyo arrives. Oooh man...

Mifuyu apologizes for the surprise and makes to leave, saying this one unpleasant remark to which Yachiyo angrily replies right away.

Mifuyu provokes Yachiyo, saying how she went back to being her old self, which Yachiyo denies, eventually losing her cool and ordering Mifuyu to leave.

Tsuruno tries to check on Yachiyo but Yachiyo also leaves. Felicia's confused and Tsuruno tries to keep a bright mood, but the atmosphere is definitely ruined.

Yachiyo has went back to her room and-

ohhwoah what is that that's creepy!

So, uhh, Yachiyo is not well at all, she's now hallucinating. Whatever Mifuyu was trying to get at earlier it definitely got to her.

Seems the other girls aren't having a much better night either... but at least they're not hallucinating.

The next day, Iroha relays Mifuyu's invitation to the others. Yachiyo, however, refuses to take part in the conversation and leaves. She's very clearly still bothered about what Mifuyu said, and now she's avoiding her team.

Iroha and the girls have each their reaction to Yachiyo's behavior for a moment, but then go back to the matter at hand. Sana asks if Iroha really plans on going to the lecture, and she says she decided it'd be best to go, after thinking it over. They don't want to fight the cult either, so it shouldn't hurt to at least try to hear them out. Felicia says it's definitely a trap but that they can just break out together then, with Tsuruno agreeing. The two laugh, but doesn't it feel kinda forced?

...and then they realize no one knows where Memory Museum is lol

Mitama! Long time no see.

Iroha drops by the Coordinator's to ask about Memory Museum, which Mitama reveals is a Rumor that's being spread around Sakae Ward.

We then get a scene about the contents of the Rumor. Apparently, the Memory Museum archives memories (who'd thought!) and you can do things with them by ringing a bell, or something. But if you see one you'll end up influenced by it. (I refuse to comment about the goat)

In any case, Momoko points on the map the probable location of Memory Museum, to which Iroha thanks the two and goes back. After Iroha leaving, Mitama advises Momoko to tell "something", at least to Rena, since Kaede is still down, and Momoko says she knows. Quite the dark clouds are on the horizon.

No, literally. It's raining.

Back at Mikadzuki Villa, all the girls except Yachiyo are leaving to go to Memory Museum. Iroha warns Yachiyo they're leaving, but she doesn't answer. Ohh Yachiyo, please, are you sure you won't regret this later?

Iroha and co. naruto run on the rain to Memory Museum, meeting Chibi Kyuubei on the entrance. Yep, definitely Rumor. I might be going crazy but I always think that Iroha looks more her age with the raincoat, despite Madoka's wei- I mean, unique art style. Gotta be something with the proportions.

Also like this detail with Tsuruno's coat folded weird and Felicia's not folded at all lol

We are platformer game now

While climbing up the drawers, the girls talk about chibi Kyuubei, eventually raising suggestions on how to name him... which is funny because that's for the player to decide in the game, so we don't have an official way to call him.

Meanwhile, Rena's meeting up with Momoko. She starts complaining like usual, but soon hesitates when she reads the mood. Momoko says she thought it was time to tell her what happened to Yachiyo one year ago. Wait, what? We never heard about anything either.

But, well... we can guess.

Back at the Memory Museum, Iroha might be the unluckiest mahou shoujo ever, because

One of the Magius is none other than one of her sister's friends.

- x -

Aaand that's it for episode 11. That last scene is a bomb drop, but it's not like you couldn't see it coming from the moment they said Nemu was part of the cult. I mean, if one of the hospital trio was erased from existence, and the other was part of the cult, what were the odds that the last one would be normal? lol

Talking about this scene, I feel compelled to post here the corresponding still from the game, because the world was robbed of Iroha's surprisingly gallant back:

Seriously, when was she ever this cool?

On the other hand, Touka looks like a cute normal kid here which is about as far of the truth as we can get, so I'll give the anime credit for that.

All that aside, we are now approaching the end! With the Magius giving a lecture about salvation and Momoko having a talk with Rena, it's quite clear that the truth about magical girls is about to be revealed to our cast next episode. The big question here is: how will they react? Felicia specially shouldn't be very happy to learn this, considering what her wish was. Exciting!

We also have left to wonder what's up with Yachiyo. Why did what Mifuyu say affect her so much? We have yet to see her backstory, so Momoko talking might just gives us the answer to that question.

With that said, I'll leave it here for today. I can't believe this ended up even later than yesterday considering I start writing even earlier. Dammit short attention span, stop getting sidetracked pls. Tomorrow we'll be watching episode 11 that's looking really promising, so I hope you'll be reading me again then. Have a good morning/afternoon/evening and bye-bye!

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troop-scoop · 4 years

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Mistakes & Regrets XIII

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, Steve implying that something happened to reader that didn’t, heavily implied homophobia, joke about diabetes (I’m at a very high risk to develop type one at some point, making jokes about is how I relieve the stress 🙃 )

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December 31st 1983

The ceiling was spinning, and the crack in the door allowed a tiny sliver of light into the room that came over your body allowing for anyone who passed by the room to know you were in there.

Drinking as much as you did was a terrible idea, and you knew that. But right now, you were supposed to be celebrating the turn of a new decade, making jokes about how the roaring twenties were back. But instead, you were drinking away the anger and malice you held against yourself in a different century.

The heating in the stranger’s home made it unbearable to wear the corduroy jeans that seemed to be too popular in the women’s sections of stores, even if they were ugly. But they were comfy.

You’d kicked off the jeans awhile ago, you didn’t know how long ago, and enjoyed the air that the fan was circulating through the room, feeling the uncomfortable heat inside your body beginning to leave with every gust of air that brushed over your legs.

Closing your eyes you opted to try and get some sleep, hoping that when you woke up the ceiling would stop spinning. But you supposed that was a false dream, knowing that you’d probably wake up with a raging headache and sensitive to even the smallest sounds.

A few of the girls who had tried to get you to stop drinking had put you in this room. That included the party thrower, Alison, and her boyfriend who got you into the guest bedroom with some difficulty and you almost falling out of their arms multiple times. You didn’t know how long ago that was either.

Down the hall you could hear arguing, and heavy footsteps making their way down the hall. Bringing an arm over your face in an attempt to block out the light as the door was opened wider by someone.

“Y/n, c’mon.”

Uncovering your face you looked up and saw Steve grabbing your shoes. You didn’t have the mindset to do anything but stare at him with narrowed and annoyed eyes.

But his eyes were very observant right now. Because the moment he grabbed your shoes he saw your jeans laying by the foot of the bed. And he looked at you, seeing your bare legs.

It was almost midnight, and Steve wasn’t doing much when he got the call from Alison, telling him you needed a ride home.

Dropping your shoes he went to the side of the bed you were laying on and grabbed your face. “Y/n, what happened?”

“Hm?” It took you a moment to realize what he meant but when you did, you could physically feel yourself sober up an ounce or two. “Nothing happened, it was hot.”

You watched him release a breath of relief, one that seemed like it was being held in worry. He let go of your head and helped you sit up. “I’m gonna get you home, okay?” You nodded a bit as he handed you your jeans.

Steve went to the door of the bedroom, closing the door and turning the light on. “No!” You complained covering your eyes from the bright light.

“I can’t see in here, and I have a feeling you don’t want whoever walks by to see you in your underwear.”

You squirted as you pulled your hands away and looked at Steve. “Who says I want you to see?”

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, a silent way of saying ‘seriously?’ “You’re wobbling.”

“So?”

“You’re still sitting on the bed.”

“My dad always did say my head was too big for my body.” You got a small smile out of Steve as you slipped your legs into the jeans. He came back over to your side, taking your hand and helping you stand.

You were leaning most of your weight into him, your shoulder against his chest while you pulled your jeans over your hips and buttoned them up. Steve sat you back down while he grabbed your shoes and came back over.

“You’re my best friend,” You told him. “Ever!” You added with a childish grin as he kneeled down, slipping your shoes back onto your feet.

“Well, If we’re best friends ‘ever’ then if I ever get this drunk you better do the same damn thing for me.” He told you, tying the laces on your shoes.

“I’m your best friend too?” You flicked a strand of his hair that was out of place.

He nodded a bit, “Don’t forget the ‘ever’ part.” He joked, finishing up on tying your shoes and helping you back up and wrapping an arm around your waist so you could lean into him for balance.

February 15th 1984

“If my apartment ever gets raided and they find that, I’ll be the one to get arrested.”

“Nonsense,”

“Steve,”

“Y/n?”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment while the five of you stood in the center of the mostly empty living room, with boxes of furniture still sitting around the large room from the furniture store a few small towns over. The only reason why Jonathan and Will were over was because you needed to put it together. Well, Jonathan was there to help, Will was just there because Joyce was at work.

Huffing a bit, you took the bat from him and pointed a finger at him. “If I ever stub my toe on this thing in the middle of the night and lose it, I’ll burn your curtains.”

Steve looked at you with real offense as you walked over to the closet in the living room, where most of your cleaning supplies were kept, and placed the bat in the corner, hoping that the nails didn’t scratch the wooden floors.

“I like my curtains,” He mumbled a bit while Nancy rubbed his shoulder blade in a way to keep him from shooting a response back at you.

Everyone thought that whenever the two of you threw insults back and forth at each other it was because you hated each other. But that was far from the truth. You argued like friends did, and teased each other like friends. It was all in good fun.

“Your room looks like it hasn’t been redecorated since you were ten, and your mom did it.”

Will laughed a bit while he sat in the swivel chair.

“She won’t let me redecorate.” he admitted. “But, speaking about decorating, are you just gonna use boxes of furniture as furniture?”

You tilted your head a bit and shrugged. “Maybe, but if you guys wanna help me build my furniture I’d really appreciate it. Jonathan and I only share two braincells and they fight all the time.”

March 20th 1984

Holding the grey bandana you took one last look at the poster on the coffee table. In the photo your hair had been pushed behind your ear, and the sweater had been itchy, you remembered that.

Sighing a bit you looked over at El and saw her flipping through the channels. “Hey-” You started, only to be cut off by her holding up her finger. “Rude,”

In the time since you learned about Eleven being alive, you learned plenty of things that you shouldn’t have. Things that could get you killed. Things you didn’t even tell Eleven.

For example, according to Owens, your body’s near immunity to normal drugs like tylenol and benadryl growing up was because Will built up a tolerance to the atmosphere in the Upside Down, and you received his tolerance when you were born. And you being in the alternate dimension only built onto it.

Even Owens was shocked when he heard that you didn’t have immunity to alcohol or caffeine.

Eleven stopped on an empty channel, with white noise filling the room. As she gestured to the bandana without a word. Bringing up the grey material you covered your eyes with it, tying it behind your head and closing your eyes, even though the material made everything dark.

“Think.” She told you.

“Yeah, I think I got that, Sherlock.”

You sat for a moment, legs crossed and holding a wooden pencil in both hands until you opened your eyes to be met with echoing darkness, your feet felt cold, and looking down you saw the wet ground. It felt like you were walking through a puddle on freshly dried cement.

Turning around you heard the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut. You were met with an older looking car as you approached. Seeing the back of a young man who was leaning against the roof of the car.

“Tom, it’s gonna be okay,” A familiar voice said. Looking to your left you saw Dad walking over to your pa, a sad look on his face. He looked close to tears himself, and you could see Thomas huff a bit and scoff.

“They hate me, Will.” It wasn’t hard to figure out who he was talking about, considering that you only had one grandparent who was present your entire life.

Looking at your dad you saw his shoulders drop a bit as he nodded. He couldn’t possibly be much older than 20 you observed as he grabbed the roof of the car. “I’m sorry. . . you can. . . go back. I’ll leave, you don’t-”

“Will, don’t do that.”

You knew the story well enough from what your aunt and uncle had told you about your pa’s parents being absent from your life and his.

“Do what?” Will asked, tears welling up in his eyes, while his bottom lip trembled. The last time you saw that happen was when your uncle Dustin got into a car accident and he was laid up in the hospital for a week.

You watched as Tom grabbed Will’s hand. “If my parents can’t accept me for who I love, that’s on them, don’t put that on yourself.”

“It is my fault, I mean in their eyes you were perfect before, you had a girlfriend, and you were going to NYU with your sister, I ruined that. I showed up and to them you’re all of a sudden gay!”

“Will,” Thomas tried to interrupt.

“In their eyes, I probably turned you gay,”

“That’s not how that works.”

“They don’t know that!”

Thomas sighed a bit, giving Will the look you knew all too well whenever he had gotten slightly annoyed with your constant talking in awkward situations.

“Will, I’m Bi, my parents knew that when I told them in ninth grade. I wasn’t ‘all of a sudden’ gay. They just didn’t want me to be with a guy. They kept saying I’d find a nice girl and settle down.”

Will looked down at what you assumed was the side of the road or concrete, but for you was an inch of water.

“I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. I knew what my parents would say, but it’s still hard, because I always wanted them to accept me. But if they don’t, just because I love someone of the same sex, I don’t care. If they don’t want to be a part of every Christmas and thanksgiving we have together, and if they don’t want to meet our future kids, that’s on them.”

You felt a smile creep onto your face as you crossed your arms and continued to watch the interaction. Seeing Will’s eyes widen a bit, and his mouth fall open a bit.

“You want kids? With me?”

Thomas muttered a swear under his breath, leaning against the car again, covering his face. “If you don’t want-”

“I do. . . I do want kids.” Will told him, grabbing his shoulders, a grin on his face. “I want kids, and I want them with you. I mean, I don’t know how we’ll have them exactly, but I do, with you.”

Pulling the bandana off your face you smiled a bit, wiping the drop of blood away from your nose and looking at Eleven with a smile, leaning into the back of the couch. It was odd to think that your parents agreed to have kids after Pa’s parents disowned him, and right outside the old beat up Volkswagen that Pa drove up until you were five and loved to pieces.

“What was it?” She asked quietly, turning the tv off.

“My parents.” You told her with a smile. You could add that fact that apparently Will was still awkward in his early adulthood.

August 27th 1984

“Make sure he doesn’t get sent to the office,” Nancy insisted while she handed Steve his schedule that had been pinned to the bulletin board on wheels outside with the other Senior’s schedules. You already had yours in hand, and looked up at Nancy.

“Why me, exactly? I have better things to do than babysit your eighteen year old boyfriend.”

Before Nancy could answer, Steve laughed and showed you his schedule. “What the fuck, Steven?” You asked maybe a bit too loud after you skimmed the schedule as he continued laughing.

“Miss L/n, watch your language.” Mr. Haul scolded as he passed by with a freshman who looked familiar.

“Sorry,” You responded with lack of remorse.

The freshman gave you a small smile as he followed the vice principal who also happened to teach third year english. “Thanks again for the water balloons,”

It clicked and you gave a small nod and an awkward smile, watching as another boy caught up with him.

You turned back to Steve and hit his ribs, which sent him laughing again while you snatched his schedule. “Homeroom, that’s fine, but Mrs. Click too? Did you fail her Sophomore history class?” you demanded, looking at him.

Nancy stood awkwardly in front of you two while Steve took the paper back from you hands, even if he had to snatch it back. “I didn’t take it,” He said with a genuine proud smile on his face.

You blinked at him with a blank expression for a moment and hit his arm. “How did you not take it? Are you telling me you took Junior history before Sophomore?”

“Okay, just to explain it to you,” He started in a playful condescending tone. “I opted to take the college level government class, the administration didn’t realize it until I was already halfway through the year.”

“I think you mean college prep, and was it because of your birthday?” You asked, as he was a year older than the rest of his class due to the fact that his parents put him in school a later than they should have. One of the many things they did wrong with him. At least that you learned about in your time of being his friend.

“Exactly.” He said with a smile. “They said that they’d just put me in it the year after. But I chose to take a gap year of social studies.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

Leaning against the pole you held your binder and watched as Steve examined the rest of his schedule. “Well, I have the same study hall class as Nance, so that’s a good thing. Right, Nance?” Looking up at Nancy you saw her smile and give a nod, and although it had Steve convinced, you were a bit skeptical.

You gave her a smile and saw as her own became genuine as she returned it. Turning your head to look at the parking lot you saw the Ford Galaxie come into the parking lot. “I’ll be right back,” You told Nancy and Steve, walking over to the car.

You saw Jonathan and Will getting out of the car. “Hey, Johnny Boy.” You teased with a smile. He glared at you for a moment, not fully out of the car yet, but sitting in the seat with his legs out.

You went to say something before a loud click and flash went off. You froze up and blinked in surprise, before looking down and seeing Will holding a polaroid and smiling up at you, while you stared back with an unreadable expression. You saw his smile fade a bit.

Jonathan had been telling the truth when he said that this younger Will you’d gotten to know in the past year wanted to be your friend. You saw the awkward attempts at trying to spark a friendship, and most of the time they fell flat. But not because of him. That was entirely on you, since you’d grown up looking in scrapbooks and yearbooks with this young Will’s face in it.

You smiled a bit at him, and his came back as the photo printed out. He held it out to you and you grabbed it.

It was bigger than most instant print photos you’d ever held, and already you could see the blue hues in the photo beginning to kick in your outline beginning to come into the center of the glossy part.

“Who let you have a camera?” You asked with a grin, shaking the photo out of habit as Jonathan got out of the car, closing the door.

“Our mom let it slip that your parents used to take photos of you at the beginning of every school year.” Jonathan informed. “Bob gave it to us. I said he could take the photo,”

You looked to Jonathan and smiled a bit. It was always your dad who took the photos, Pa was usually the one to get them printed out, or the one to put them in a photo album.

“Tell him thank you, for me then.” You told them as Will handed you the camera as well.

“He said you could have it.” Will shrugged.

Nodding you took your bag off and slipped your bag off, kneeling down with it, placing the camera in the bag and looking down at the photo in your hands. Still not fully developed, but almost done. With your mouth open to speak and hair neatly done. Some things never changed. And that included the way your hair was done on your first day of school every year.

Every year, Pa and Dad worked together to try and get your hair to look nice. It was a simple thing, but it was a yearly occurrence, and truth be told, Pa was better at it.

Reaching even deeper into your bag you pulled out an extra pack of gum and handed it to Will. “Don’t tell your mother. She’ll kill me.” You told him.

October 25th 1984

Class was always boring, but even more so when there was a sub reading from the textbook. So the moment you’d walked into Mrs. Click’s class you pulled out the patch Joyce gave you as well as the needle and thread you’d carried with you that day.

“Where’s King Steve?” the familiar feminine voice asked as you approached your seat with the patch in hand. Chuckling a bit, you sat on the cheap wooden desk and shook your head. “Walking Little Miss Nance to her Home Economics class.” You told her.

“Oh, the priss?”

Your shoulders dropped as you looked at her, “Be nice, Robin. Just because you like,” You mouthed the name ‘Tammy’ refusing to say it out loud for her own privacy. “And they’re obsessed with him, doesn’t mean you get to be mean.”

“That was mean?” She asked, while you lowered yourself into your seat, feet up on the desk, even if the space was a bit tight to do that.

“Yes, Rob, it was mean.” You laughed, stitching the ‘N’ into the patch. “Not to me, at least, but ya know, don’t encourage others.” You told her as she stood from her seat, holding her bag.

“Got it, I’m gonna go sit with Nick.” She told you.

“You’re trying to get on your section leader’s good side!” You accused as she walked to the other side of the class. “Sh!” She told you as she plopped down next to the section leader of the band.

You met Robin in art class and the two of you hit it off pretty quickly, hanging out after school sometimes. She was responsible for the posters you had up in the living room of your apartment, which were impulse buys that Robin encouraged.

But you still remembered ‘What about this Kenny Rogers one?’ It had been a joke of course. ‘If you ever bring Kenny Rogers into my home, my parents would kill me, then you.’

Predictably, Steve came in late, holding his breakfast before he’d found his spot next to you, allowing the teacher to keep reading from the textbook. No scolding from the middle aged man while you stitched the letters in as best as you could. You weren’t good with stitching unless it was to fix a button or a popped seam. Something that your Cousin Barb taught you, because and you quote ‘the school system won’t teach this shit, and Uncle Will doesn’t know what the hell a needle is.’

But you would say that the letters were coming out better than you expected, but then again, Joyce traced the letters out for you.

You still weren’t particularly close with Will, but you were willing to help with the costume, since they wouldn’t let you buy Will a store bought one. You’d seen Mike’s when you went over to Nancy’s, and knew that Will’s wouldn’t completely match his friend’s, but figured that it might have meant more to him, since his mom put it together for him.

The door opened and you looked up, seeing the vice principal ask for the sub to come outside. And watching as the man closed the textbook and followed him out, students began chatting away, while you stayed quiet and continued with your work.

Steve turned to you and tapped your knee, catching your attention, making you look at him, seeing the crumbs of his breakfast all over the floor and on his desk, a little on his sleeve as well. “What happened last night?”

Scoffing you shook your head, wiping the crumbs off of his sleeve, going back to your sewing.

“Oh come on, Hopper dropped you off at the video store, you have your own car.” He pointed out. The mention of your old but very well loved and pre owned car made you roll your eyes.

“Leave Delorean out of this.” You told him with a small smile, multitasking by talking to him, but not wanting to get distracted and sew the wrong spot. It wasn’t like typing on a computer or phone where you could look away and still type, and fix any typos you may have made.

“It’s not even a Delorean! It’s a Volkswagen Thing. That’s what it’s called!” Steve told you while you placed down the patch and looked back at him. You could tell him why, but decided against it. Knowing that you didn’t want to spoil the movie that still wasn’t out yet, and not wanting to explain the irony to him. “Leave her out of it,” You stated, He dropped the subject all together, digging into his bag and pulling out red licorice, holding one out to you.

Something about Steve Harrington not many people knew? He had the biggest sweet tooth out of anyone you’d ever met. He always had some kind of candy on him, but never over did himself.

Looking at his bag you tried to spot the packaging he pulled it out of, but when you couldn’t see it, you leaned over the bar that connected the hair and desk you sat in, pulling the front of his bag down a bit to see the packaging. “Ew, no.” you told him.

“You love candy?”

“Not Twizzlers.” You told him with a smile. “Everyone knows that Red Vines are better.” You told him. At that, he sighed and reached into his bag again, and you could hear glass as he pulled out a glass bottle of coke and put it on your desk. You just stared at the class for a moment before grabbing it. “Do you just carry around type two diabetes in your bag at all times?”

“Yes.” Steve told you nonchalantly. “What are you doing? He asked, changing the subject.

“Oh,” You looked back to the patch and picked it up, showing him, “I’m helping Mrs. Byers with Will’s costume. He’s going as a ghostbuster.”

“He chose Spengler?”

You chuckled and nodded. “He and his friends all agreed. It’s a group thing that they’re doing.”

“You’re really close with the Byers.” He observed.

Steve was right, in the past year, you’d grown very close with Joyce and Jonathan, and you liked Bob, he was sweet, and good to Joyce.

“Yeah, good family.” You told him awkwardly.

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Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 10

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because DON’T TRUST WHO??

Last times in book: Kylan, Naia, Tavra, and Gurjin are on their way to Aughra’s High Hill to enlist her help in warning all Gelfling of the Skeksis’ drinking problem. I.e. they like to drink people. On the way up the hill, Kylan spots some dream-etching in a spider nest that says DO NOT TRUST HER. Vaguely ominous!

Chapter 10

Naia talks to some more plants. The party meets Aughra. Ha ha.

Aughra’s High Hill was not casually named. Within the mountainous forest, it was the highest point in all the land, near where the Black River originated, closest to the suns and moons and stars. Not a high hill, but the High Hill.

Good reason for it to be named like that then.

‘Aughra lives on the high hill’ ‘Oh, which one?’ ‘I don’t think you understand. When I say the high hill i mean THE high hill.’

Anyway, after all that stuff about reading writing under a spider web, Tavra doesn’t even care enough to ask. Gurjin does but Naia just tells him they’re not sure what it meant.

With Naia spending time chatting with Gurjin, it leaves Kylan nothing to do but think which he decides is his role.

If that was his job in all of this, then he would gladly take on the burden.

Its a lonely job possessing the sole pair of braincells to rub together ha ha (just joshing obvs)

Kylan thinks about that mysterious DO NOT TRUST HER message but he can’t really get anywhere on that ponderation so instead decides to ask Tavra what she meant when she said spiders hate Gelfling.

“Spiders hate Gelfling... All Vapra know this.”

“They hate us? All of them?”

“Oh yes. From the death-stingers to the crystal-singers.”

This was news to Kylan, though on reflection he’d never had a conversation with any spider before. The idea that an entire race might loathe his own was discomfiting. He wasn’t even sure what a crystal-singer spider was.

He asks why spiders hate Gelfling but Tavra just tells him to ask the next time he sees a spider. Which is a weird answer.

So I’ve changed my suspicion for what’s up with Tavra from ‘something something Skeksis’ to ‘something something Skeksis but definitely think she’s Spider-Tavra.’

I think the books and the show are following at least the same vague outline so I figure with all the opinions she has on spiders all of a sudden, she might be being controlled by one.

Later, Tavra tells the group they’ll reach Aughra’s by evening and asks if they’ve prepared what they’re going to say to her.

“I plan to tell her the situation and see if she has advice. Is there more to it than that?”

“You’re about to speak to Mother Aughra, the Ram-Horned. The mouth of Thra. She was born of the world, both child and mother. She has seen Thra before the Gelfling were but sprouts in the garden of all creatures. You would speak to her so casually?”

“I’ll speak to her like I’d speak to anyone else,” Naia said. “With respect -- if she deserves it.”

God, Naia is great. Its that Drenchen upbringing. The hard-talk. Just cut right to the point.

Gurjin points out that Aughra probably respects hard-talk since it’s the language of the natural world.

Which I kinda see? As a point?

Tavra just shakes her head at this but doesn’t really object. She doesn’t even want to be here so at best she’s disappointed on principle.

Kylan, almost passive protagonist but definitely a socially withdrawing protagonist that he is, doesn’t add to the conversation. Just thinks anxious thoughts.

Aughra was said to be wise, to know all things -- but as Tavra had said, she might already know about the Skeksis. Worse, she might already know and yet have done nothing. The Gelfling were her favored children, as their lore sang time and time again, but those songs had been written by the Gelfling. Did Aughra think of the Gelfing as much as any flower in her garden? Would she be equally content to see one creature devour another, if it, too, were part of the circle of life?

Its an interesting idea there about the Gelfling being her favored children, according to Gelfling. Like, oh geez what if we overestimated ourselves?

(Although the minor good point to add to this anxiety ramble is that the Skeksis aren’t part of the natural order. So there’s that.)

Gurjin also thanks Kylan for keeping Naia company and helping her in the woods during that whole Gurjin heroic sacrifice thing.

Kylan: “I’m glad you’re alive. I’m glad we all are.”

Aw, friends.

They reach the finger vines as mentioned in Rian’s warning.

Thick orange vines covered the cliff wall in front of them, finger-shaped and tangled like rope that had been left too long to its own devices. No further pathways led deeper into the crag, but Kylan could feel a draft coming from behind the vines. There was a tunnel there but they would have to pass through the overgrowth, and if one part of Rian’s instructions had stayed with Kylan, it was to stay away from the finger-vines.

Tavra hucks a rock into the vines and they immediately tangle about it before dropping it as inedible.

So, I’m pretty sure that these are the same vines that Jen will eventually blunder into. It’s not his fault, he didn’t have a helpful Rian in his life.

I wonder how long the vines take to eat something. Jen is lucky that Aughra was literally right around the corner when he got caught.

I’m honestly a bit surprised that finger-vines are a specific predatory plant and not just. Something Aughra set up to discourage solicitors.

Oh my god, I’m once again blown away by Jen going to visit Aughra in his quest without any idea of her significance. The UrRu never even told him that (for all practical purposes) god lived a day down the road.

I’m sure they did their best but wow. He has holes in his education.

I’m getting off-track.

Naia tries calling for Aughra through the vines but this time she’s not lurking right around the corner so that doesn’t work.

Tavra was unimpressed and unsurprised, almost smug at the situation.

I’m glad that you’re probably a spider, Tavra, because you are being a bummer.

She again calls this whole trip a waste of time which annoys Naia into wing flicking. Love the wing body language but now I’m wondering what specific muscles correspond to that. I guess if your back stiffens... yeah, that makes sense.

Anyway, Naia is so annoyed that she decides to dreamfast with a plant again. She just goes and puts her hands on the vines and instead of entangling her, they do not do that.

Kylan had learned the language of the Landstriders, as all Spriton did. Tavra had certainly learned the tongue of other creatures as well, in her training to serve the All-Maudra. But those were languages spoken on the tongue, in sets of words and phrases. Naia’s unique ability to dreamfast with creatures other than Gelfling let her speak in the universal song of the heart.

This is neat!

It expands on Kira’s beastmastery. At least in the novelization, it’s mentioned during Jen and Kira’s dreamfast that Kira’s podmom Ydra taught her the language of animals.

And apparently it used to be a thing for some Gelfling to learn. But not as much as Kira! Ydra knew a lot!

Anyway, after dreamfasting with a plant again, the vines open like a curtain to let the four Gelfling (or four Gelfling and a spider??) enter.

At the end of the tunnel they find a door to Aughra’s Sweet Orrery.

(Just imagine the Dark Crystal theme in your head)

Most impressive was the enormous moving contraption that occupied the center of the chamber. It filled the space of the room with dozens of huge spheres, mounted on poles and swooping arms. The machine rotated and gyrated like a living thing, spheres orbiting spheres, circling yet other spheres, all of it shining in bronze, copper, iron, and glistening stones. Clearly, the grating sounds emanated from the machine, and the movement of its pieces stirred the air so it felt as though there were a breeze, even inside the crystal dome.

“Amazing,” Kylan breathed.

He recognized some of the symbols etched deep into the metals: the symbols that represented the Three Brothers, others that represented the elements of the earth and water, air and fire.

“Its the path of the stars,” he said. “The suns, and...”

Then Aughra pops up from behind a book tower.

And she is amazing.

“What, you just gonna stare? Walk right into my home just to stare, did you? Maybe you should draw a picture, take it with you!”

This is exactly the kind of Aughra I was hoping for.

Also, the way she speaks the Gelfling language (the single Gelfling language that exists I guess?) with what sounds like an ancient accent to Kylan. Although I’m not sure how he would know, I’d bet he’s right.

Naia takes the lead and tells Aughra that they’re here to ask for her help, calling her Mother Aughra.

“Mother Aughra, eh? Ask for my help, eh? Why is it you Gelfing only call Aughra Mother when you need help? That’s what children do, I guess... I guess that’s what they do.”

‘You never call, you never write’ hahaha

This is quality Aughra content.

With her grump helpfully communicated, she takes note of the party and grumps some more, noting that they only have a Spriton, a Vapra, and a Drenchen.

“Hmph. Three out of seven ain’t bad. It’s still soon. Where are the others?”

And when they don’t have any idea what she means:

“What others, he asks? What others? The other clans, of course! Gelfling gathering. What else is there to know?”

Its like when you arrive to the final dungeon without a full party and the NPC is like ‘lol no go hit some more plot flags’

Aughra sat heavily on her table stool, as if hoping they might go away if she ignored them long enough.

I don’t know how many ways I can say how great this is.

I’m living for it. Unlike Jen, these Gelfling know that Aughra isn’t some random grumpy mountain woman. She’s basically god and she’s behaving like a cranky grandmother. Kylan can’t even warp his head around how different from his expectations this is turning out to be.

I also guess it answers in this continuity whether Aughra was so grumpy in the movie because she’d lost much of her hope after the Gelfling were all but wiped out. It turns out: no, she’s Just Like That.

When a thousand ++ trine you reach, be so nice you will not.

But since they don’t just leave, Aughra decides she will say more things.

“Come on, then, Gelfling. Children. Aughra already knows what you want to know. Whether it’s what you want to hear, though, hmph! Might not be.”

Oh, this sidequest is shaping up beautifully.

J.M. Lee, you have done a marvelous job.

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Song of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Kylan #Naia #Tavra #Gurjin #Aughra #this is everything I hoped for

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