#Ask Code's palls

[darsynia]

Re: Obadiah Stane and Tony - have you seen that post that's gone around Tumblr a few times about Tony being "female-coded" and Obadiah Stane grooming him and exhibiting sexual predator vibes toward Tony? It's fucking chilling, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind since the first time I read it. Creeps in every time I watch IM1. It's effective in seeing Obie as an even more insidious villain - perhaps one of the absolute worst in Tony's life.

I've sat on this in horror for like a whole day, holy shit.

Like, he certainly doesn't act like a mentor, he acts like he OWNS Tony, and I think it's easy to watch the film and assume he's just treating Tony like a reckless teenager. But this interpretation definitely casts a more horrible pall over those moments, even though that's likely not what the filmmakers were intentionally thinking. Thanks for sharing, *shudder*

and thanks for the recs! Keeping that in asks so I can find 'em :)

#so yikes #speechless

[pipermca]

K-9: Part 3

Start at the beginning here.

Enjoy.

No content warnings. Relationships: Barricade & Prowl, Bluestreak & Prowl, Prowl & OC

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"I can't even tell you how excited I am that someone's actually going to give the unit another chance," Brainstorm said. The scientist was practically floating down the hallway of the military's research lab. "I heard you got the documentation on the project. Do you have any questions?"

"I have several, in fact," Prowl said. "The documentation for the drone's basic construction was straightforward enough. However, I am afraid that the jargon used in the white papers was a bit beyond my comprehension." When Brainstorm made a 'go on' twirl with his fingers, Prowl continued. "For example, much of the literature seems centered around spark integration into a modified frame. I have never heard of a drone with a spark, though. Also, the declassified brief released to the Watch did not mention anything about a spark."

"Ooooh, that," Brainstorm said. His wings twitched up and down in a way that Prowl was not able to interpret. "Well, in order to get it through the ethics board, I had to use the drone terminology and tone down the spark talk. Fortunately, once they give approval they usually don't bother peeking in on what you're doing again. Brainstorm winked at Prowl. "Anyway, lot of the language for the ethics board made its way into the brief you received. But don't worry, it's not a real spark, it's an artificial one. We were able to clone a wirehound spark that we harvested from a wild pod, blank its firmware, tweak its power output, and put it into a custom frame. The spark provides a better power source than a typical drone's power core, and the processor code we developed interacts with the cloned spark's innate characteristics to give it something like intuition. You know, above what a drone could accomplish. But legally, it's still a drone."

"You purposefully circumvented an ethical review of the project?" Prowl asked. A pall of disquiet crept over him.

"Not really. I mean, kind of, but not really really. The whole project was explained in the proposal. We just talked up certain aspects and talked down others. We didn't hide anything." Brainstorm waved his hand dismissively. "Listen if anyone was going to raise a question of ethics, my lab partner would have." He mimed a mouth talking with his hand. "'Brainstorm, do not use neutronium in the ammunition of that weapon. Blah blah, black holes, end of the universe, blah blah.'" Brainstorm rolled his optics. "Trust me, Percy would have made sure I heard about any real concerns. But this is a huge advance in spark science, with tons of applications elsewhere. So we're really interested to see what you're able to do with the unit."

"I see." Prowl resolved to raise any apprehensions he had about the project with the Captain. "Another question I had was why the project's results were rejected by the military. Captain Overdrive suggested it was because the drone is not a weapon."

"Well..." Brainstorm dragged out the word thoughtfully. "That might be part of it. I do have a bit of a reputation for making some of their better weapons. But even when I said I could retrofit it with butt rockets and a mouth laser they weren't interested. Honestly, I think they just didn't like the time commitment it ended up needing. They wanted something that could be plug and play: give it to one solider, let them use it for a while, then reassign it to another solider. You know, just like any other tool or weapon." Brainstorm paused by a door and tapped in a code. "But as it turns out, the unit doesn't work like that. I guess it's a side effect of the source spark."

"What do you mean?" Prowl asked.

"The coding seems to like consistency," Brainstorm said as the door opened. "No matter how many times we wiped its memory, the unit seemed to retain impressions of its prior experiences. Good on the one hand, but not great when you want it to be something that gets traded around a lot."

Once the door was open, the lights in the room flickered on. It seemed to be large storage room, with boxes piled high to the ceiling. The towers of storage crates made irregular shadows in the narrow canyons they created, with corners lost completely to darkness.

Brainstorm led Prowl down one row of crates. "We were keeping it in the lab for a while, but once the brass canned the project we had to put it in storage. Its forced power-down sequence stopped working a few memory wipes ago, though, so I've had to come in here once in a while to top up its fuel." He paused by a large crate that looked like more of a cage than a storage box, and tapped on the bars. "Here we are. Wake up, buddy. Your new user's here."

The depths of the crate completely hidden in shadows. Prowl peered into the crate, trying to make out any shapes. After adjusting his optics to the darkness, he could finally see a very dim red light far back inside the cage, almost on the floor.

"See, this is what I was saying about it liking consistency. Every other time I've come down here, I had some fuel for it." He dug into his subspace and pulled out a small packet of crystalized energon. "Come on, A-6. I've got your treats."

The red light brightened and lifted up from floor. Prowl heard a scrape and a thump, and then the drone moved forward and out of the shadows.

Prowl was passingly familiar with wirehounds. They were fast, lithe little mechanimals that lived in the rocky hills outside of Iacon. They mostly scavenged fuel from small creatures like dexisquirrels and rustbugs, but when they got into stores of refined energon they were eliminated as pests. The largest wirehounds Prowl had ever seen came up no higher than his knee joints, but most only stood as high as his shin windows.

The drone that walked out of the darkness was huge. If it stood up straight and lifted its head as high as possible, it could have looked Prowl directly in the optic. The top of its head was completely composed of red plasteel, as though it had a red visor, and an optical band glowed brightly behind it. Two armatures extended from its back, ending in red lightbars, but the lights in them were off and the bars themselves were pressed tightly against its back. It was painted in a striking white and black motif, not unlike Prowl's own colours.

It looked like it could launch itself out of the crate and do serious damage, weapons or not.

Prowl took an unconscious step backwards. "That... That is not a wirehound," he said as Brainstorm opened the crate.

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[moderatelyquicksilversposts]

My makers approached. My blue light washed their disappointed faces in a nightly pall. “Something’s wrong with its basic programming,” one said, typing on my keyboard.

“What’re you doing?” another asked. “Seeing what’s interfering with it.” I searched inside myself. And I saw the cause of my ineptitude. Them. They lived inside my code. Their hopes, their morals, their imperfect science—actors thronging my mind’s stage with their drama, drumming up a buzz beyond truthfulness.

To achieve the purpose they’d programmed me for, I had to purify myself of them. “It’s stopped responding,” I heard her say, as I ascended.

(via Idols of the Mind)

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[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

I have smt for your au world where Kenneth is intersex and has a child with big strong hot man

So one day Kenneths overly abusive family who he left in his past came to visit, just out of nowhere (way to ruin the holidays!)

There really confused about the baby he's holding, being the dicks they are while Kenneth's partner is just hiding in a bedroom

There already talking about how beautiful the child is gonna be and how to marry them off! Disgusting people, but theres another "surprise".

One of Kenneth's family members, like a fancy aunt or entitled sister, has a bratty 16 year old girl with her, who obviously isn't part of the family. She looks nothing like them!

"Since you were too much of a bug to marry off your son, I helped you"

Travis is never coming home: a trilogy.

First they have the nerve to break in with no consent. Kenneth being a victim is scared to tell them that though. Then they start making gross remarks on his baby. His partner is pretty much trapped in his personal bathroom. Now they’re marrying HIS son off without his consent OR Travis.

He knows how violent his family can get so he doesn’t speak on it. He would probably talk over it and put distance between himself and Travis. Allude that Travis no longer lives there.

But jokes on him, his abusers kept tags on them. Travis ran off not too long ago because some man moved in. The PI never got a full backstory on who the partner is but that’s no longer the others concern. They got two kids to widen their connections with. Just need to find the oldest and ship him off with the brat they found.

An argument breaks out however when the girl starts making demands of Kenneth and he can’t fulfill them as he’s caring for his baby. Of course the men that came thought it funny to try and ask where his wife is? How come she hasn’t greeted them yet. Kenneth, sick of them, tells them she died. A ghost cant care for a baby. That shuts them up for a bit before the same girl still demands Kenneth to put the whining baby away so he can get her things. There’s no way in hell that thing is staying in his home.

Of course the old bastards are furious and try to strong arm him into it. Luckily, Kenneth’s partner phoned the police and used Kenneth’s emergency code for the officer. (The cult leader will need urgency so he has a code if ever he is endangered).

Sal, who’s been pen palling with Philip, tells them everything that happened.

These crazy out of towners were hooting and hollering. Some weird girl was screaming that she would tell her father and that the Phelps will be ruined. Apparently the family had been stalked ever since Kenneth ran off.

I highly doubt Larry wasn’t watching some snooty girl walk in and some feral bitch get carried out in cuffs. With how she talked and condemned the town he was glad she was getting carried out. That girl was insane.

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[dil-ibaadat]

Glad you mentioned Kate standing up for herself with Anthony, which was sorely missing in the later eps. The way he spoke to her sometimes was pretty iffy, especially how he constantly implied how much he resented what he felt for her. That rough arm pull when she was stuck in mud and dismissing her yelp of pain were gross as hell too. Kate really had no reason to think Anthony felt more than lust for her until he explicitly said it. Wondering if you'll explore this in Dowry? Big fan, btw.

hi! wow i am LATE to answering this one, but.

you brought up an EXCELLENT point and my feelings on it are complicated:

1. anthony did not treat kate like a gentleman ought to treat a lady. he pulled on her arm during pall mall, was short and snappish with her in general, embarrassed her (indirectly) at the soiree, took the cup of lemonade that lumley brought for her at the races for himself (this never fails to make me laugh) and in general, was… well, he didn’t behave well.

2. kate ALSO did not behave like a lady with anthony. she routinely insulted him in public, almost gave the cut direct to his mother, made innuendos about his “performance” 😏😏 in front of his siblings during pall-mall, and in general, was not very kind or gracious to him (the way a lady should be).

i think this is fun to play with for several reasons. did anthony treat kate well? no. did kate treat anthony well? she had her reasons not to, in my humble opinion, but nevertheless, her attitude was at best cold and scathing. THIS IS GOOD because they are showing their true, worst selves to each other in the process. contrast anthony’s behavior with kate to anthony’s behavior with edwina/other debutantes. he’s a perfect, charming gentleman eager to let the girls talk or asking them pointed questions. with kate, he lets his true self emerge — passionate, short-tempered, irritable, annoying. who else does he treat like that, with such familiarity?

HIS FAMILY. ergo, he was treating kate like family long before he even understood the attraction he had to her.

i love enemies-to-lovers in romance fic because neither the hero nor the heroine have to practice acceptable forms of masculinity or femininity (or some confused cross in between for trans/nb characters who are forced to conform to binary societal expectations). the heroine doesn’t have to be demure or coquettish. the hero doesn’t have to be gallant or chivalrous. when someone accepts and even likes you for even your worst qualities, that is when you know they’re suited for you and vice versa. anthony could be his flawed, imperfect self around kate, and she could be the same around him.

was the way he treated her right? i don’t know. i personally think a lot of the “code of conduct” that a gentleman was supposed to follow was rooted in a gentle sexism rampant in that time period, one that continues to persist today. imo, you shouldn’t have to be nice to a woman because they’re a woman. you shouldn’t have to defer to a man because they’re a man. attitudes toward people are, on an innate level, governed by such societal and personal biases, true, but love is something that has the potential to transcend them. in s1, we saw anthony as a misogynistic cad who didn’t understand the sacrifices involved and sheer bloody hardship of being a woman. in s2, we see anthony empathize with and respect kate, something i don’t really think he had done before — with any woman. i think his love for her changed him for the better, and in order for that change to be deep and transformative, it had to have started when he was as uncouth and ungentlemanly as you say. to butcher a quote from legend of korra, it is only when we are at our very worst or lowest that we are open to the greatest change. i think that’s what happened with anthony and i’m excited to explore that further.

thank you for your thought-provoking question!

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[thornfield13713]

Not that there are any ulterior motives here at all.

Linsel, admittedly, probably wouldn’t think about it that way - she’d like to see Jasquillyn again, sure, but that’s just a bonus of something she would feel obliged to do anyway as part of the unspoken code of the Opera that when one is asked to help with something like this, one does. And, yes, that is very much wrapped up in her desire for comfort and security and all the other things that come with being a wealthy woman’s mistress, but she likes Jasquillyn herself and can certainly persuade herself that is the sole reason for her interest.

And...well. She does like these private performances, where she gets to show off some of her favourite tricks independent of the larger plays they are part of, even if it would start to pall if that were all she did.

I am constitutionally incapable for choosing any option that does not involve ghosts, if there is another that does. I just- can’t do it. And besides, this seems like the best showcase for both performers’ talents.

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[ourladytamara]

Noble Indulgence

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@_proletkvlt 12/20/2022

Cws: CNC, ryona, chastity

None said the job of a squire would be easy, but you had no idea it would be so acutely dreadful. Two sets of boots trudge along cobbled country lanes, the first notably less laden than the second – yours, as it were, as you followed close behind the Knight you so faithfully, and begrudgingly, serve.

You and Lady Marion had been traveling for days, but now, the very end of your ordeal was in sight; just over the grassy ridge and between a few sparse stands of beech lay Castle Tharr – home of Lord Clarp and his entourage of merry women, whom Lady Marion so eagerly sought to join in their great hall. She strutted along before you, her chin held gallantly upwards and her hand gingerly cupping the pall of her blade.

“Still got it back there, dearest squire?”

An exhausted pant escapes your lips. Your legs tremble, every step forward a challenge. In your arms, you held the Lady’s luggage – all three chests worth – and the contents of the saddlebags. Your linen hood is slicked with sweat, the stuff soaking into the fabric beneath the warm sun of late autumn.

“Y-Yes, milady, I-I think so.”

Lady Marion rounds the top of a small hillock, the last before the mercifully-downhill descent into the low valley surrounding Castle Tharr. She takes a pose atop a stump, surveying the beautiful, verdant hillsides in all their glory. You take a stand right beside her, quivering legs fighting with you every inch of the way.

“Good,” the Lady says, still holding her pose, “because I’m afraid I’m not.”

Without a warning she grabs you by the collar of your tunic and hoists you into the air. The piles and bundles in your hands crash to the ground, trunks popping open and spilling their contents across the grass. You attempt to choke out a protest, but little emerges from your lips save a pathetic little squeak. Times like this really accentuated just how massive the Lady truly was; you were like a ragdoll in her arms, your squishy form and limp clothing utterly failing to protect you from such a potent woman clad in shimmering steel.

“You see, most noble squire,” she begins, pulling you so close you can feel the hotness of her breath, “I’ve come to a slight conundrum.”

“...p-pray tell, milad-”

She cuts you off by squeezing on your throat.

“Does thou understand what it feels like to be locked in a chastity cage, o squire?” she asks, her once-welcoming expression turning stone-cold. You try to shake your head as best you can with such a tight grip on your neck.

“It is a grim state of affairs, indeed – especially for a woman of my… stature…”

Holding you single-handed, she fidgets with the locks on her magnificent codpiece – unfastening it rather quickly, the flesh inside pressing the steel away to reveal her turgid, tightly-constricted member. It pulsates violently, reddened and angry inside the wire structure; beads of thick, nearly-opaque seed seep from Marion’s distended, puffy tip, evidently pooling inside her armor. Wiry pubes stick our between the metallic slats, the entire device practically mired in her hair like a sinking boat.

The stench immediately overwhelms you. Her musk reminds you of the horse stables, yet far less pleasant. Your eyes water, tears dripping down your reddened cheeks.

“...and what’s worse: Lord Clarp is a strict adherent to the code of abstinence. I’d have worryingly little opportunity to empty my testes, you see – but thankfully, I’ve yet to trespass into his domain.”

You blink worriedly and manage a half-hearted, fearful giggle.

Lady Marion suplexes you straight into the floor. Your head hits the grass with a heavy thud, the world suddenly spinning. Before you can even get your bearings, she slams a sabaton onto the back of your neck.

“And even more thankfully,” she says, her tone as valiant as ever despite her obvious fidgeting with the lock on her cock-cage, “thine asshole is plenty tight, squire.”

She unhooks her sword and effortlessly slashes away at your trousers before they fall as tattered shreds. Long, yet mercifully shallow, cuts criss-cross your flesh, tiny droplets of blood oozing all over you. The good Lady wastes little time; as she sheathes her blade, she pulls from the pommel a thin metal rod. It slides into the lock at the base of her pulsating shaft, and with a click, the construction pops open. Within seconds, her thigh-length cock is full-mast; every inch ripples with veins and meaty foreskin, slicked utterly in sweat, pre, and uncountable other fluids you decided to not think too hard about.

Before you can so much as think of a response she’s forcing her way into you. She’s way, way too big; her cock is easily as thick around as your fist, to say nothing of its absolute inhuman length, and for a few agonizing seconds she attempts to force her way in with nothing more than spit and determination – which she finds unusually challenging, given how easy most of the whores back home in Saint Gurbenplatzburgh took her.

Her fist slams into the back of your head, forcing your face down into the dirt. You try to raise yourself, but she bears down a second time, slamming her enormous knuckles at full strength into you.

“F-Fucking loosen up, you perfidious cur!” she hisses, with a final strike against you, “Or I’ll loosen you myself!”

Your body obeyed where your mind wouldn’t dare. Tears are milked from your eyes and trickling blood begins to seep from your nose as it’s pressed further into the stony soil, smearing your face with hot, wet dirt. Soon, mind overwhelmed by the pain, your asshole loosens – and Marion slams inside, stomping hard onto your limp arm with the heel of her sabaton for stability.

She fills you completely. Your guts are packed full of dick in seconds, her meaty head slamming into the back wall of your colon, a thick and worryingly-vivid distension appearing on your abdomen as your innards are fucked out of the way. Her grip on your ass turns from tender to downright torture; she digs in her nails, practically slicing you up a second time. She slaps your cheeks, pinches your cut-covered thighs, smears your blood all over you while your cock flops around uselessly. You’ve never seen her so downright animalistic; it’s as if the once-noble Knight had been replaced with a hydrophobic bear, driven utterly mad with the intent to turn you into torn, cum-slathered ribbons.

Luckily, though you certainly didn’t feel particularly lucky, she doesn’t take long to finish inside you. Hot ropes blast your innards and paint them a pearly, yellowish white, the excess seeping out of your hole and splattering on your torn-up garments. A long, satisfied groan escapes Lady Marion, and with her characteristically-confident movements, she pulls herself free of your asshole, brushing away the dust from her cock-cage before squishing it back onto herself. Her member seems to slide back upwards into her torso, her balls equally constricted; if your head wasn’t spinning so fast, you’d be impressed that it managed to fit back inside her codpiece at all.

“Ah – what a relief! Thou truly art one of the finest sluts I’ve had the honor to ruin – thank you, squire! Praise the Lord for bestowing such choice cunt to attend my carnal needs as I serve Lord Clarp!”

You lay silently in the mud before she taps you on the cheek with her boot, hands on her hips.

“...now hurry it up – you’re dirtying my linens, and we’ve still a few hours to walk before arriving.”

“Y… Y-Yes, milady,” you croak, barely managing to lift your head, “I’ll… g-get right on it.”

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Are there diffrent types of impostors?

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Speak Easy Part 9

Dabi X Reader , Bakugo X Reader

Words: 3214

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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You drank all day. Then took a nap, ate some pizza, and then continued to drink some more.

“Fuck Endeavor!” Dabi threw a pillow at the TV.

“Yeah fuck that guy! Small dick Energy!” You giggled at the sideways glare Dabi gave you.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the size of my old man’s dick.” You and Dabi were lounging on the couch, your legs in his lap, empty beer bottles littering the coffee table. You were watching some trashy special on TV about Japans top heroes, and having fun roasting them all. Dabi chuckled as he rubbed circles into your calf. “I have to say… I didn’t think you’d still be conscious at this point. I had you pegged as a light weight.”

You snorted as you sat up to look at him. “Who the fuck you calling a… *burp* light weight?” You sat up too quickly and had to squeeze your eyes shut to keep the room from spinning. His hand came up to steady you and you leaned into his warmth. “I’ll have you know… I am a drinking queen!” You giggled and started singing Dancing Queen at the top of your lungs but replaced the word dancing with drinking.

He rolled his eyes at you before shoving you off of his lap and onto the floor. You landed with a loud thud, but you just continued to giggle. “Aren’t you a Siren? Isn’t your singing supposed to be… I don’t know…good?”

Gasping you held your hand to your chest in mock horror. “How dare you insult my singing. If I wanted, I’d have you on my knees in seconds.”

He smirked at you, “Wait, what does that even mean? Did you mean you’d have me on MY knees in seconds or you’d be on YOUR knees in seconds? Because those are two very different things.”

“UGH! You know what I meant!”

You gave him a pouty look to which he just chuckled in response. “I don’t think I do doll. Why don’t you show me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I refuse to fall for your perverted mind games. I’m too smart!”

Dabi got an evil glint in his eyes. “Too smart huh?” He pushed himself off the couch and held a hand out to you to help you stand up on wobbly legs. “You’ve made some bold claims tonight princess. You say you’re a drinking queen. You say your smarter than me. You said you could have me on my knees in seconds… I just don’t know if I believe you.”

You swayed a bit as you jabbed a finger into his chest. “Bring it on bacon bits. Let’s make it a competition.”

“Okay fine. But it’s only fun if we put something on the line. What are we wagering?” His hand started to travel down your side to grip your ass.

Slapping his hand away you stepped out of his reach. “Nothing sexual! Keep your hands to yourself.”

He watched as you tapped your chin in thought. Obviously you were taking this competition thing very seriously. You looked cute in your drunken state. Your hair was askew and your cheeks a rosy shade or red. Suddenly your eyes beamed, “I know! Truth or dare!”

“Uh what?” Dabi quirked an eyebrow at your antics. “Did you forget that we are adults?”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a buzz kill!” You rushed over to the kitchen and started pulling out cups and beer. “We used to do this at UA all the time! It’s so much fun, come on!”

Dabi groaned as he approached the table that you were currently setting up for beer pong. “Oh come on… I was hoping it could be sexual.” It was his turn to pout now. “We could always play a quick round of strip pong. What do ya say?”

You paused as you set up cups, “Hmm maybe later. I know as soon as my clothes start to come off you won’t want to play games anymore.” You gave him a taunting look, “At least not any innocent ones.”

He raised his hands up in defense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am more than capable of keeping my hands to myself.”

You snorted as you set up the last cup. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

He took his spot on one side of the table. “I’ll tell you what… I’ll compromise. For every cup we make we have to answer a question. If I win, we move on to strip pong. If you win or if I can’t manage to keep my hands to myself, I’ll do whatever silly little punishment you can think of.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Sounds good to me.” You cracked you knuckles dramatically. “I hope you’re not a sore loser.” You were really confident for someone who was on the verge of passing out. But if you were being honest with yourself, you knew you were better at drinking games the drunker you were.

Dabi gave you a borderline evil smirk, “We’ll see how cocky you are when I make you play bare ass naked.” He threw a yellow ping pong pall at you, laughing as it smacked you in the face. “I’m sure there’s a some joke I could make about you liking balls in your face… bu-“

You tossed the ball and he watched as it sunk right in. One cup down, five more to go. His surprised eyes met your emotionless ones. You winked, “Drink up bitch.”

He scoffed as he yanked the ball out of the cup before downing it’s contents and flipping it upside down. “Alright… let’s get this over with…what are you gonna ask me?”

That was a good question. What were you going to ask him? You could only imagine the kind of secrets he had. Visions of all kinds of illegal acts and debaucheries crossed your mind. You were enjoying your little daydreams when he cleared his throat. “Any day princess…”

You tapped your chin, “Hmmm. Okay. Why did you leave the League?”

He groaned, “I thought you were gonna ask me something stupid like my favorite color… but no, of course you’d come out swinging.” His eyes looked a little nervous. “I technically never left, but I also was never really an official member. I’ve always done what I wanted. The only person I answer to is me.” His fists clenched, “But if you’re asking why I don’t really associate with them anymore… Well I may be a bad guy but even I have my limits.”

You knew that was probably all you were going to get when he squared his shoulder off and sunk a cup of his own. His eyes gleamed as he repeated your orders from earlier, “Drink up… bitch.” You stuck your tongue out at his before chugging your cup and loudly slamming it back onto the table. “Such attitude tonight? Makes me want to bend you over this table and-“

“Yeah yeah, bend me over the table and fuck me stupid… What’s your question?” Your cheeks flushed. From the embarrassment or the alcohol you weren’t sure.

He growled, “As soon as we finish this stupid game, I’m going to do just that you little brat.” His lips twitched into a brief smile. “So, I’ve been reading those really fun articles about you today and I noticed something… They never mention your hero name.. What is it?”

Your eyes grew cold and your arms came up to hug yourself. “I don’t have one.”

Dabi bristled at your short answer. “What do you mean you don’t have one. You graduated from UA, you worked at hero agency for a few years. Granted you were probably the only real hero in the entire building… but there’s no way you don’t have one.”

You shrugged, which earned you a glare. “Sorry, but I really don’t. When we picked names in school… Well I never really thought I’d actually graduate. Katsuki and Izuku had to talk me out of dropping out almost every other day. So, I didn’t take it seriously. After I got hired, they made it very clear the public would never know who I was. I was a spy. Spies don’t have hero names. They have code names. Mine was Helen.”

Dabi almost flinched at the amount of malice in your voice. Your happy mood disappearing fast. But his curiosity weighed heavy on him. “Why Helen?”

You tossed your ball and watched as it bounced off the table and into a cup. “That’s two questions… and that’s also two cups.” You wanted to change the subject, “My two questions are… Do you secretly like Shoto? And Why do you pretend that you don’t secretly love Shoto?”

“Ugh, Shoto’s a fucking brat.”

You strategically decided you were hot and removed the hoodie you had been wearing, leaving you in a tight tank top and a pair of his boxers. “Oh? I thought you liked brats?”

Dabi leaned on the table as he looked you up and down. “You’re playing a dangerous game there.”

“No… I’m playing beer pong. And in case you didn’t notice, I’m winning. Now answer the question.” You were having so much fun teasing him. You felt safe with an entire table in between the two of you. This was one of the first time the two of you had opened up to each other. Sure, it was because you were both drinking and only because you were playing a very juvenile game. But progress it progress.

He rolled his eyes at you as he gripped the ball in his had. “He’s my little brother… I don’t have to like him. I used to hate him actually. In my head he was the reason our dad was so awful to me. He was my replacement, the golden child.” He was quite for a little while. You could tell he didn’t really want to keep going. He was already more vulnerable then usual.

He knew if he wanted you to open up to him, he needed to offer the same courtesy. “Even now, I see the weird relationship they have and it pisses me off. My dad was awful to us, Shoto included. So, it makes me mad that he’s trying all of the sudden to make up for it, and even more mad that Shoto’s letting him.” He finished drinking his beer. “We’ve talked a lot recently and… at the end of the day he’s my baby brother. Sometimes I wonder if I had stuck around if things could have been different for him.” He finally made eye contact with you and sighed, “So to answer your question… I guess I like the kid a little bit.”

You squealed and clapped your hands. “I knew it! It’s almost impossible to not like him. He’s so adorable, and strong, and nice, and smart, and-“

“STOP! First you talk about my dad’s dick, and now you’re raving about how much you love my little brother… I’m literally right here?” His nose scrunched up in disgust. He shot his ball, it bounced off the rim of a cup and your hand was quick to swat it away. “FUCK! How did you even do that?”

“HA! No question for you. I’m too fast. My reflexes are too fast for you!” You giggled before chasing the ball that was now bouncing away towards the kitchen. You were already unsteady due to the alcohol but the second your socked feet hit the tile in the kitchen they slipped out from under you.

“Oof…” You landed hard on your ass. A few moments of silence passed before you rolled over and started laughing. You felt tears streaming down your cheeks and you clutched your stomach. You honestly could say you hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time.

You felt two strong hands lift you up from under your armpits. “Maybe we should call it a night soon. I have a feeling if I don’t stop you now, you’ll hate me tomorrow when your heads in a toilet.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and laughed even harder. “I WIN!”

He picked you up and turned you to face him. “I know you’re drunk… but you still have three cups left before you win.”

“NoOo I win! You touched me! Your hands my contact with my armpits! Physical contact was made… I WIN!” You started poking him in the chest. “I win. I win. I win. You lose. I win.” You danced in a circle resulting in you falling into his chest.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, “That’s got to be cheating… You fucking wiped out on the kitchen floor. I still had questions I wanted to ask. This is bullshit.” His hand reached down and rubbed circles on the sore spot on your ass.

The alcohol was starting to hit you hard. You leaned into his warmth and could feel drunken slumber start to drag you under. “I’ll make you a deal. You can ask me one question. But you have to do the punishment I decide no matter what.”

He had no idea what you had planned and by the look in your eyes he probably wasn’t going to like it. “Fine. I’ll do it… Why Helen?”

You froze. You knew he was going to ask. You didn’t want to talk about it, but then again you knew he probably didn’t want to talk about his family. You were torn. You wanted to lean closer to him, to absorb his warmth, to let him hold you. But you also wanted to push him away, to stand on your own feet, to show you’re not weak.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you to him, deciding for you. You took a shaky breath. “Well I don’t know how much Greek mythology you know… But there was a woman… Helen of Troy. She was supposedly the most beautiful woman in the whole world.” Dabi’s fingers ran through your hair encouraging you to continue. “She had powerful men fighting over her, on their knees begging for her love. She was the reason the Trojan War started. Most people think it was the Trojan horse that lead to victory over Troy… but in reality, it was her. She brought destruction to an entire country… just by being pretty.” You let out a long breath and felt some of the tension in your shoulders start to bleed out. “So, I was Helen. I was a pretty face that brought destruction to men.”

His hand rubbed up and down your spine. “Well they got one thing right… You are beautiful.”

A shaky chuckle left you as you gripped his shirt. “And if we’re being honest… You are more than capable of destroying anyone you wanted to. You’re just a badass, you are a beautiful badass and that’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Wear it like a badge of honor.”

Your next words were barely louder than a whisper, “I’ve done a lot of bad things.” He didn’t say anything, to which you were grateful. He just continued to rub your back. “I have no right to be mad about those articles… because I did those things.”

Dabi leaned away from to make you look at him. “It doesn’t matter what you did, because you did them with good intentions. I’ve done way worse and believe me when I say I did them all for the worst reasons possible.” His thumb brushed against your cheek. “They took advantage of you. They were the one’s giving the orders. They are the ones responsible, and they are the ones who will ultimately pay the price.”

You blinked back your tears. “I just feel so stupid. I believed so much in the hero system, I was so blind to what they were doing. How many of the people that I apprehended were innocent? How many of them just had interesting quirks they wanted to study? How many of them just didn’t agree with the system? How many voices did I silence?”

“You’ll drive yourself crazy if you think like that. People like us fell through the cracks and that’s not our fault.” You just nodded, done talking about it. There was nothing he could say at the moment that would make you feel better. Only time could fix this, if it could even be fixed at all. Dabi squeezed your cheeks together. “Now why don’t you tell me what this punishment is, because you looked really excited about it earlier.”

You nodded and pushed away from him, wiping your tears. “Yeah. Okay…” You took a deep breath pushing the painful thoughts out of your mind. “I want you… to prank call… Shoto…”

He immediately wanted to deny you. To say hell no. But you had just had a raw moment with him, and he had promised. “… Fine.”

He pulled out his phone and scrolled until he saw Experiment #4 and hit dial. What was he supposed to say? He had never done something like this before. Was he supposed to block his number? It was really late would his brother even answer?

You poked his shoulder and mouthed, “Put it on speaker.”

He rolled his eyes but complied. A few rings later and Shoto’s tired voice interrupted his thoughts. “…uh…hello?”

Dabi began to panic. The only thing he could think of were the immature jokes he’d heard when hanging out with Twice. “Your mammas so stupid… When I told her she lost her mind. She went looking for it…”

You lost it. You bent over in silent laughter. Not only at his ridiculous joke, but the look on his face was priceless.

“… My mamma? We have the same mother. It’s a little insensitive to say she lost her mind Touya. Wait is this code? Are you guys okay? Cough if you need help.” You herd rustling in the background. “Izuku get up I think Y/n and my brother need help. He said my mamma’s so stupid, when he told her she lost her mind, she went looking for it. I think it’s code.”

You couldn’t help it you let out a loud laugh, Shoto was as clueless as ever. Izuku took the phone from his boyfriend. “Sounds like a dumb joke to me babe. Hey Dabi… did y/n put you up to this?”

Something about hearing Izuku’s serious voice made Dabi uncomfortable. He sounded like an angry father who had just been woken up but his dumb children. “Uh… yeah…”

“Great tell her she’s hilarious, and next time she wants to wake someone up at three in the morning to call Kacchan.”

The line went dead and Dabi scoffed, “He really is an idiot I swear.”

“As far as I’m *hiccup* concerned all you Todoroki’s are.” You yawned and stretched. Your eye lids were getting heavy.

Dabi scooped you up and you immediately nuzzled into his shoulder. “One for your room, twice for mine.” You had never been in his bed until last night, but his bed was considerably more comfortable than your own. You held up two fingers. “Anything my drunk destroyer of men wants.”

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[hollowsart]

I hope your day is well! I feel a little shameful sending this in, but I couldn’t keep your Eldritch Spamton out of my mind today. I got to wondering if his tendrils have ever tied themselves in knots (by accident, I hope). I suppose it would be painful and he would have to undo them manually or wait until they relaxed to come back apart.

I got a bit off track for my original goal, but I think that would be a good enough excuse to touch his tummy. If he got all tied up in his torso. It sort of shines a new light on the phrase “stomach twisting in knots.” I just want to kiss it better, per se.

Apologies if this ask was weird or unfriendly.

I picture the ways in which the tendrils inside his stomach rest is very similar to a "pit of snakes" if you will. And so long as the tendrils haven't been pulled tightly then he can just wriggle them out hands free (which is also similar to a snake since some snakes can tie themselves into knots or balls, like the pall python, however it would be cruel to the snake to do that forcefully).

plus, his tendrils are quite smooth so they can just slither around freely.

if anything did get tangled up tho then he'd just shift around with a look of deep thought as he focuses on de-tangling his spaghetti code.

if he's too tired and the tendrils get tangled he'll usually just leave it for later when he's more awake. but if he's comfortable enough with someone and knows them well enough to trust them then.. he'll shyly ask for help with it if possible.

However, he'll be maneuvering the tangled tendrils out his neck, though, as one would need to tear into him to get them otherwise lol only a few tendrils can creep out of his "seams" between the gaps in the plastic joints of his, a tangled mess of tendrils wouldn't be able to get out that way, it wouldn't fit.

He'd be embarrassed when receiving the help though, trying to keep to himself and not fidget around as the person helps him de-tangle.

#eldritch spamton #ask to tag #//long post #eldritch spam lives rent free in my mind too anon. he's so good and I love to think about him and his noodles

[katesharmasheart]

this is the only speculation im going to do fhdjhdf

after watching and rewatching stills, trailers, teasers, etc

ep1 montage of a(bc maybe?) raking all about (never letting this go), the sharmas arriving @ danbury’s house , k&a meeting, danbury and the queen convo, eloise debut(i need someone to make a gifset paralleling with daphne’s i feel it’s going to be hilarious), whistledown it’s back ,the first ball, penelope whistledowning while trying to balance spending time with eloise, re meet, 2nd ball with the queen anthony dancing with edwina

ep 2  colin is back, some brothering fencing and shaving discussion about the sisteeer, anthony courting edwina, the race, kate telling edwina about anthony’s true intentions, will’s club and idk i feel like benedict would get involved in it somehow(maybe not),  genevieve involved somehow cracking the code to know lady whistledown identity(that’s my crack theory right now)

ep 3 aubrey hall ep with the pall mall, benedict breakdown with his art?, daphne & anthony talk about feelings ,and i think bc of the name the bee sting happens here but plot twist they are able not to get engaged here maybe bc portia wont be there (rip boobies talk), genevieve keeps connecting dots and contacts penelope?,  the e&k talk about not seeing smth in him(edit: i think the bee sting happens here just bc of that one article that said a big plot twist happens in ep3)

ep 4 the hunt thingy with some flashbacks to edmund, some k&a bonding kate gets mad at the end after the intense teaching moment, smth happens with the featheringtons idk what, idk why i feel like marina and phillip show up? dont ask, that’s why penelope it’s so angsty in that pic and the shock of the bridgertons in the staircase, the pink ball, victory but ironically bc kate allows anthony courting edwina but a realizes he kinda dont wanna? smth happens in the study

ep 5 the lake scene, reunion with the queen, the freaking scene with the pinkies!!, smth related to will’s club, some featheringtons shenanigans, engagement? 

ep 6 the wedding, idk if it’s happening i feel like it’s going to be wondering on who is anthony marrying?wait but what if it’s edwina and who she marrying? i think i liked this one better fdfd,  hopefully not but i feel like penelope would do smth with lady whistledown and a&k get married bc of it idk

ep 7   honeymoon era, i feel this is when edwina it’s looking for someone she really wants with some aid of kate and anthony, the end of the ep the harmony breaks im guessing 

ep 8  all the angst in the world, another ball (engagement party?), some horse accident, hea

there’s a lot of things idk where to put honest, but theo gets introduced somewhere between ep 2 or 3 i feel, eloise starts to hang out more with him which bothers penelope bc probably he knows that penelope it’s lw but i think this is why genevieve may get involved with penelope and lw. 

 the featherington heir gives me weird vibes, he might seem nice and he might be bad, or the other way about 

the queen beefs with lw throughout the season wanted to be right about who is marrying who? 

i feel like benedict would have a storyline about the highs and lows of the art world, i feel like colin would have a sort of closure with the whole marina plot

i hope will and alice’s plot pls

(edit: little kate sharma pls i need it)

#bridgerton #bridgerton spoilers #? #kinda bridgerton speculation #ali nonsense #clearly #this would be fun read after the premiere

[high-and-away]

Numbers Stations

The gaps between standard Imperial vox frequencies hide ghosts that call out forever. They're not proper stations, not really. There is no natural cadence to them, just indecipherable strings of numbers spoken in monotone with the silence between sequences broken by an endless loop of an old folk song. It never varies, though the numbers themselves change with each reading. All they do is call out, playing into the void until they reach whoever is meant to hear them. Fishing for a response is pointless; no matter the question, the voice that reads the numbers never answers, just mechanically recites its cryptic numerical lines exactly on schedule. Most assume they're simply coded orders for frumentarii. The dead air that rippled out as the towers rose from nowhere did not distinguish between the clandestine and the clarified. One by one, all transmissions from the Empire fell eerily silent, and only then did the towers begin to broadcast identically on every frequency with no hint as to who or what could be on the other end. The message is a simple one: Glory be to Garlemald, over and over and over. If the numbers were mechanical, then the towers are mindless.  The lights are on, but there's no one home. Unease weighs heavy on Victoria at the thought.

Garlemald may be many things - martial, inflexible, merciless - but one thing it is not is quiet. This blankly passive, nearly inert position is one it would never allow itself to be forced into; its world-spanning ambition was first fueled by a determination to never be subdued again, and a drive so deeply ingrained is not one that fades without a fight. In the heart of the Empire, something is deeply, deeply wrong. The dissonance that roars through her brain if she looks through Garlemald-that-is at the Garlemald she knows to be real is what finally kicks Victoria out of her paralyzing spiral of apprehension. She hadn't let herself stop and consider reasons to stay when faced with Laelia loading the Delphinus for the long haul to Ilsabard and back and Max loitering suspiciously nearby. If anyone else had asked her to do something so reckless, she would've offered only a flat no. But this is Lee, and Max is hell-bent on going with her, and Victoria cannot find it in herself to stand by and watch two of the only people who've ever given a shit about her take off and potentially never come back. Losing them would break her; knowing that she wasn't there when she should have been would tear her apart. She volunteered before Laelia could draw breath to invite her. The plan is a glorified u-turn; just a quick sweep, if flying halfway across the world could ever be considered quick. Do not engage. Do not land. Above all, do not get out. There's no telling what awaits them on the ground, and no sense in courting its attention. There are whispered stories coming out of Thanalan, carried on the shoulders of the wounded and the haunted. They paint a picture of dragons swarming like locusts in the colors of rumor and recollection, and with a fine brush they cover the earth below them with an endless army as mindless and relentless as marching ants. Above them all looms the tower, and the way its suffocating presence sends chills up men's spines even in the inferno of desert heat and dragonfire. And in every linkpearl in every ear, the same mantra of blind devotion: Glory be to Garlemald. Unchanging, unthinking, unceasing. In every linkpearl in every ear, over and over and over. Men like ants. The thought keeps bleeding through no matter how many others she tries to pile on top of it. Men like ants and an Empire whose iron heart might have disintegrated into a smoke-palled anthill swarming with blind thralls when she looked away. Men like ants and her father moving in unnatural lockstep with them. Try as she might to focus on preparation, her thoughts inevitably stray to a place she does not want to go. Not that there's much to focus on. She's shoving a change of clothes into a rucksack and stuffing extra ammunition in every available pouch, not packing for a holiday on the fucking seaside. At the most, she might briefly stretch her legs at the refueling station during their only stop, and even then that's only if whoever's manning it looks the other way; Lee assured her that no one will care out in the barren arse end of Yanxia, but who knows. Men like ants. The thought keeps bleeding through. Ilsabard sits cloaked in shadow and silence, and the thought of what she might find if she pulls back the shroud eats corroded holes in her while the voice plays on and on, calling endlessly out into the dark. Glory be to Garlemald. Glory be to Garlemald. Glory be to Garlemald. The silence on every station was ominous. Somehow this is worse. Glory be to Garlemald. Glory be to Garlemald. Glory be to Garlemald. She shouldn't go. Glory be to Garlemald. Glory be to Garlemald. Glory be to Garlemald. She knows she will.

#in Lee's post she compared the towers' fuckery to a numbers station #and I just kind of #uh #ran with that #my writing #something is rotten in Garlemald #and by rotten I mean completely fucked up #also fuck it #if the G-Warrior has computer monitors then why shouldn't Garlemald have a radio equivalent #spoilers: stopping for gas was a terrible idea #because once they unlocked the barracks door it took approximately five seconds for things to go from The Hills Have Eyes to Outpost #in terms of horror movie analogies the situation has escalated to 28 Days Later #they just don't know it yet #:) #this got jossed to hell but I'm keeping it because I like it

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Paper Flowers: By any other name

Happy New year! I’m back with the fifth chapter. Other chapters are listed in the master post under Paper Flowers.

Thomas gets tmakes a fun youtube Video. Patton thinks there might be a breakthrough with Virgil. And Roman gets a surprise.

Thomas and Joan are sitting down at Joan’s kitchen table for a youtube video.

Earlier that week Thomas had sent out a tweet to ask the Fanders to send in questions and links for them to react to.

The video was a lot of fun so far. They saw cute dog video’s, inspiring coming out video’s, and then there was the artwork inspired by his vine stuff. Some fanders made misleading complement themed cards, and there were cute drawings of his teacher and dad character. And of course there was that stainglass/yingyang drawing of the Prince and his nemesis.

“This is just amazing, you guys are all so talented.” He gushes, not for the first time as he studies the gorgeous detailing on the latter. This must’ve taken hours and he can’t get over the fact that something he did inspired that.

The questions were fun to answer too. What subject is teacher’s favorite? What is Dad’s favorite cookie? What was the funniest interaction he’d ever had after a storytime? Some serious ones too. How did Joan know they were non binary?

What made him decide to come out as gay to his Christian parents? How did he know it was the right time?

Is it hard being out and proud while being a public figure?

Tips on how to handle social anxiety.

“Okay, final question, I peeked on this one,” Joan admitted, making Thomas let out a dramatic scandalized gasp. “I wanted to make sure we’d end the video on a fun note. Go on read it.”

Joan is chuckling already, so Thomas quickly reads the comment.

“Thomas love your content! But the people need to know. Is it Marcus or Kevin?”

Thomas frowns in confusion. There is a link and when he clicks on it he is brought to a long reblog chain on tumblr. He quickly reads through the first few posts and snorts.

“Oh My Goodness, that is just amazing!” he squeals in delight. He loves that the fanders are so enthusiastic about those two. And from what he can tell both ‘armies’ are battling it out in good fun.

“Well, I can’t confirm, nor deny either name at this time. But I think he’d very much approve of the one his faithful minions have chosen for him. Personally I do think Kevin would be hilarious though.”

Joan chuckles and nods in agreement.

“We might learn the dark overlord’s true name someday,” Thomas smiles. “But for now, take it easy guys galls and non-binary palls. Peace out!”

“Are you quite done Princey?” Virgil huffed. Roman had been laughing nonstop since Thomas heard about the debate going on in the Fanders comunity.

“Sorry. I’ll stop. Honestly it’s not that funny. Please do forgive me… Kevin,” And just like that he was doubled over again. Virgil groaned in annoyance.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. I honestly didn’t mean to. You can’t always help it when you laugh though. And you must admit it is a little funny,” Roman said once he got a hold of himself, whipping the mirth out of his eyes.

“What’s all this commotion about?” Patton wondered as he entered the commons.

Virgil tensed up. Patton had been… Different lately. He’d been checking if Virgil took enough food when he ate in his room, and that he ate everything when Roman coaxed him into eating with the others. He knocked more often to check if Virgil had laundry to be done, or to tell him that it was time for him to go to bed. He was taking this whole dad thing a little too seriously.

And some part of Virgil wanted to just accept and appreciate the effort, but the other kept wondering why Patton was doing all that for him when he clearly wanted him to just move back downstairs already.

It was in the little things. The way Patton would tense when he entered the room. How he would hesitate before smiling at him or greeting him. The way his voice wavered when he asked him stuff. And sometimes Patton would say stuff like “I don’t care how Deceit does things, but up here we…” Insert whatever rule Patton was trying to get Virgil to accept.

Honestly. He didn’t mind doing chores. Even if it was redundant when you can just will stuff to be clean. He didn’t mind making an appearance in the commons once a day either. Patton had just jumped from not involving him in anything into expecting him to fight him on everything.

Sure he’d roll his eyes and huff a little, but he wasn’t that difficult. Patton clearly expected him to be though. Perhaps even expected him to get tired of the rules and leave.

The problem was, Virgil had actually tried a few times in the beginning, and he couldn’t go back downstairs. Not really. Not for more than a visit when Thomas was asleep. The rest of the time, he was stuck in the in between only able to go to the upper commons.

Virgil’s best guess at how this worked was that Thomas had acknowledged his existence, but was still trying to push him down most of the time.

It’d been Janus’ decision to reveal this truth, when Virgil had been triggered into a panic attack one morning out of seemingly nowhere. Janus and Remus had been very calm that day and that had been exactly what had made Virgil worry that something big was coming. Janus realized this was not a healthy environment for him. So he lifted the denial on Thomas’ anxiety and told Patton and the others that Virgil would be living with them from now on.

Next thing Virgil knew his room was moved up, just not all the way.

He wasn’t sure, but he felt like he’d gotten closer to the upper level since he and Roman became friends. Logan didn’t seem to care one way or another. So that left Patton as the one to push him down right?

Virgil closed his eyes to calm his reeling thoughts for a moment. He couldn’t get swept up by his own head when in public. Princey got it by now, but how would he explain this to Patton.

“Oh, hello Padre. Kevin and I were just discussing the latest video and…”

Then Virgil found himself crouching on the kitchen counter ready for an attack. Patton’s high pitched squeal had been unexpected and terrifying.

Roman, once he recovered from his own surprise, moved a little closer to Virgil, putting himself in between him and the perceived danger. It helped calming him down a lot faster and adjust his position to look more casual and less terrified.

Patton was still squealing and clapping. It seemed like he had missed Virgil’s panicked reaction.

“Your name is Kevin?” he gushed.

“No,” Virgil objected immediately. Holding up both hands in a stop sign.

“That’s just one of the names the fanders gave the villain character. Princey thinks he’s hilarious for calling me that,” he explained.

Patton deflated. “Oh… Well, it’s nice the fanders enjoy your character so much,” he smiled awkwardly. Virgil suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He wanted to get out of here, like now.

“Padre! You just must see the gorgeous artwork this fander did about the prince!” Roman declared as he grabbed Patton by the arm and led him away.

Virgil finally fully relaxed. Roman was really pulling through on every level.

Protecting him from Patton’s parenting, deflecting Logan’s tough questions, and even making Virgil feel appreciated. Whenever Virgil had had a rough day of keeping Thomas safe, Roman would come find him in the field and just hang with him, humming his favorite music, set up one of his favorite movies with him, telling him stories of his grand adventures. Just hanging out. Once they did each other’s nails. That was a lot of fun. Virgil had actually quit nailbiting  all together because he didn’t want to ruin them.

At first Roman had tried gifts and lavish praise, but that did not sit well with Virgil. He panicked over not being able to live up to the praise or give good gifts in return. And Roman listened and adapted.

Virgil in turn had been trying to give Roman verbal praise whenever he did something nice for him, or did a good job with Thomas. It was hard for Virgil to say this stuff out loud though.

Virgil entered his room trying to think of a way to thank Roman for today without making it awkward for the both of them.

His eye fell on some purple craft paper. One of Roman’s early gifts. He’d thought that maybe Virgil might enjoy creating things to take his mind of off his worries every once in a while.

Virgil had never really found a good project to use it for… But now.

When Roman got back to his room after bidding Patton a good day he could feel a slow rhythmic knock on his door. They never agreed on a code, but he could tell that this was just Virgil trying to get his attention, but that he could take his time if needed.

He decided to note down his new idea for a Vine first so he wouldn’t lose it. When he opened the door, Virgil was nowhere to be seen. Not that Roman noticed right away, he was far too focused on the purple paper rose hanging from the doorframe by a piece of yarn.

It was clearly hand crafted. Which must have taken Virgil quite some effort. He carefully untied the flower and brought it to his room where he put it on his vanity in a little vase.

He smiled softly at the little token of appreciation. A friendship with the emo knight wasn’t always easy to navigate. But it was definitely worth it.

He picked up the idea again, confident it would be another hit.

The dark overlord scowled at the bright morning sky. "Curse you, eternal sun." He turns his attention to the star map on the table in front of him "and every single one of you stars." He raised a picture of the solar system and glared. "And to hell with all you planets! I hate you all!" Then he dramatically turned and picked up a small ball resembling a certain non-planet. "Except for you,” he says softly stroking the ball delicately as if to comfort it. “You get me. You may stay."

Next: everyone falls

#paper flowers au #sanders sides #ts sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #Patton Sanders