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jypbae7 · 3 years

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Im Changkyun - Natal Chart

- requested by @jookyunz

Can’t remember if you wanted the 18+ section so I included it at the bottom and marked it incase you wanna skip it ❤️

(Not claiming to be an expert this is just for fun please don’t take anything too seriously!) Hope this is helpful and that you enjoy it 🥰❤️

Personality: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Aquarius Mars

Aquarius Sun comes with lots of intrigue and lots of complexity - like the other air signs Aquarius is very adaptable and tends to prefer an “exciting life” (though earth signs tend to see this lifestyle as pure chaos lmao)

Aquarians tend to be intrigued by mystical things due to their very logical view of the world, this logical side can often lend to them coming off as cold or aloof but it’s less about that and more about their need to rule with the head and not the heart in order to avoid being thrown off the balance that they like (Aqua is a fixed sign) also they do NOT want to be hurt by people so the guard they have up towards the world is basically an iron curtain till they develop enough trust with you

Aries Moon is equally as spontaneous and adaptable but for a different motivation - Aries is bold and wants the most out of life and you can bet your bottom dollars they’ll do WHATEVER necessary to gain the lifestyle and goals they set for themselves.

But since they are naturally social butterflies and genuinely just want to have fun and encourage the people they love to reach for their dreams and have fun doing it, they tend to succeed rather easily since people are drawn to them. - All about confidence, bold styles, working hard because they NEED to be the best at whatever they do, but they definitely play hard too (as does every fire sign lmao)

As much as Aries and Aquarius like change and excitement - Capricorn Mercury does NOT. This adds a LOT of grounding and “tradition” to quick moving Aries and unconventional Asquarius.

Capricorn Mercurys are known to speak slow, quite monotonous and precise which I definitely have always felt about Changkyun. You’re not getting too much fluff or extra words from them because Capricorn finds it a waste of energy. They say what they mean when they mean it and not much else more. But this means they are good listeners and are very comfortable and unreliant on “attention” or “being in the spotlight” giving them added levels of independence. I also feel that this is why they are sooooo unbothered by other people’s opinions and friendship.

Aquarians straight up rather be alone than around fake people. They don’t care if they “fit in” with general norms because they don’t want to be like anyone else anyway lmao and they are interesting enough to keep themselves entertained. While Capricorn and Aries have places to go, people to see, and goals to crush so why the hell be worried about others???

Mixed with the other 2 placements it’s likely that his home is a serious sanctuary for him that he takes seriously. When he’s out in the world doing his busy schedules and chaotic traveling and work he’s happy and really feeding into the air and fire energy. But when he gets home it’s his Capricorn Mercury that is being nurtured and stimulated. He’s going to wanna hibernate there for a while without leaving especially if he’s been gone a long time. Could be either unbelievably messy or unbelievably neat but likely no inbetween with these placements lmao.

Aquarius Mars.... reminder that Aquarius is a fixed sign so this in Mars could mean one HELL of a temper or at least rage once he’s set off. But thankfully the Airy nature of Aqua means you’d really have to mess with him to get that kind of reaction because they generally really dislike being upset. They prefer staying content and neutral rather than having extreme feelings of any kind or it makes them veryyyyy edgy. If you can disagree with respect and if you provide logic instead of ego as your argument you’re likely to get a much better reaction from Aquarius

Relationships:

Non-Romantic Relationships & overall communication style: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Aquarius Mars

Boy oh boyyyyyy he takes a LONG time to open up to people - 2 Aquarius placements and a Capricorn placement screamssssss trust issues and vulnerability issues

Capricorn doesn’t wanna sulk and talk about their problems so IF they trust you enough to come to you with an issue they want solutions and practical help and support

Is really cheered up by acts of service and quality time - watching a great movie even in complete silence just near each other on the couch in sweats tucked under cozy blankets or getting surprised with their favorite dinner can boost their mood instantly

Aries Moon as I said before is a natural in social situations and tends to draw attention even when they aren’t trying so he’s bound to come off a lot more open and friendly than he actually is. The deep stuff won’t come out till he REALLY knows and trusts you and even then… in SMALL increments

That said he’s a super fun friend to have - down for adventures, actually thinks about and puts effort into doing cool stuff with friends and loved ones

When it comes to friendships he shows care through quality time and acts of service

When he buys gifts for people he cares about they are BOMB - cool as fuck and either one or a combination of the following: one of a kind, meaningful as fuck, and/ or super expensive - most likely fashion, jewelry, something music related, or super cool stuff from his travels

Romantic relationships and preferences : Pisces Venus, Aquarius Mars, Aquarius Juno, Aries Eros

Lmao even MORE Aquarius and Aries energy

Ok into the main meat - these four placements are particularly interesting combo: 2 fixed air (Aqua), 1 mutable water (Pisces) and 1 Cardinal Fire (Aries)

Aqua Juno - generally hints at a pretty unconventional relationship and this can come in manyyyyy forms for the very unique and varied Aquarians (partnership without legal marriage, mixed race/culture couple, could even mean choosing a bachelor lifestyle over any normal type of relationship, etc.) - given that Changkyun seems quite close with his parents and his interest in kids I’d say he’s unlikely to choose the bachelor route.

For a lot of Aquarians unconventional can also come in the form of a very stimulating partner, they enjoy learning and expanding their minds and experiences which is why they tend to run towards challenges that others would run from. I think someone who shares similar passions but varied skills and/or background would fulfil that for him. Aquarius, Pisces and Aries like to be stimulated A LOT.

Pisces in Venus is a tricky placement - can be pretty hot and cold, lots of mixed signals, you should be ready to be stood up or flaked on atleast once in the beginning🙄) BUT if you actually manage to earn their trust and dedication they make very caring partners.

Pisces in Venus is art gallery and museum dates, binge watching documentaries especially murder mystery, and spending most of the summer near the closest body of water.

Aries Eros fantasizes about being in a partnership that others look at as a power couple but they’ll never admit it - they dream of a partner who is in awe of them and their accomplishments but has their own big goals and successes to cater to as well. They like people they can grow with as individuals and as a couple. Push and pull works really well with Aries (and the other two fire signs too honestly) they like the cat and mouse thing and they like to have time to miss & yearn for their partner especially the men - absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Love languages in order from most to least: quality time, physical touch, acts of service, gift giving

Aries is a strong sign and they want and need a real partner who respects and supports their independence and boss energy but also can nurture their softer more vulnerable side and be the strong one for them when they need it

***** 18+ Preferences ****

Ooof this should honestly come as a surprise to NO ONE but damn placements do NOT lie...Im Changkyun is one freaky ass boy

I mean ARIES EROS???? Let me spell that out for y’all: fucks you like he absolutely fucking hates you or ties you up like a present and edges you for hours till you’re crying

LOVES, let me repeat LOVES jealousy sex - whether it’s you being jealous of all the screaming thirsting fans he has or him being jealous of guys getting too close too you for his comfort - he is allllllllll about taking that energy directly into the bedroom ASAP (or a bathroom or even closet if it locks 🤐)

Could and WOULD makeout for hours on end - especially if he’s been drinking

The more you switch it up the more excited he is - with all them Aquarius placements it should be pretttyyyyyy often

Different positions, lingerie, role play - any and all of it excite him

With a partner he actually trusts and has feelings for I can see him being extremely open minded to trying things (though obviously EVERYONE has limits and boundaries)

Toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, whip cream, hot wax, spanking - all a STRONG yes

Get the strong feeling he has strong preference to use his mouth often - lots of kissing (passionate, needy, messy - sometimes more aggressive) , likes to give and receive hickeys, wants to kiss all over his partner’s body and LOVES oral both receiving and giving (and I get the feeling he’s TOO good at that 👀)

More willing to let his partner take control than you might think - he’s not a switch but he just doesn’t think you initiating or “being in control” makes him any less dominant. In fact it’s probably the opposite; you showing your desire to that point actually makes him feel MORE dominant and masculine

Literally could find anyone and everyone beautiful - is more attracted to people’s minds, spirit and energy than physical looks (BIG Pisces and Aquarian thing)

Gets turned on every single time he sees you in the crowd at one of his shows - makes him feel like you are the only two people in the world (drives his Aries Eros INSANE - gets a kick out of the slight power play of being on stage in front of so many people, as well as the secrecy and raw passionate energy of it all)

Tattoos, piercings, colorful wigs, or even just interesting jewelry paired with the right lingerie or outfit will have him 🤯- think short black see-through lace robe with nothing on underneath except a sparkling body chain dripping from your body....yep he’ll eat you like a main dish in .00000000023 seconds

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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starlightinhumanform · 3 years

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The Untold Tales of Ba Sing Se

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ship: Sokka x fem!Reader (Romantic Relationship)

Summary: The daughter of an airbender has lived her entire life trying to hide her bending, but upon hearing the news that the Avatar is in the city, she is determined to meet him and learn more about her culture. But things never go as planned, and she finds herself sidetracked by a water tribe boy.

Warnings (in order of strength): None (Please let me know if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Fluff, Meet-Cute

A/N: Well... my hand slipped. This is based on this request and it was so fun to write!!! I’ve never written x reader before so I hope it’s ok! Love you all 🖤✨

Ao3 Fic Masterpost Fic Request Info

It was a dusty afternoon as you tried to walk inconspicuously through the crowds at the top of the middle ring of Ba Sing Se. As the sun beat down and the people bustled into each other, you were grateful for the loose, thin material of your clothes and its light yellow colour which kept you far cooler than the deep greens and browns of the earth nation. Your mother told you that dressing like an air nomad— you had shaved your head and everything in an attempt to follow tradition— was like drawing a target on your back and maybe she was right, but it was so much more comfortable.

The thought of your mother’s chiding turned your mind towards her and guilt began creeping over you. She would kill you if she knew you were here, trying to sneak into the upper ring of the city to meet the Avatar. She was incredibly cautious and, in turn, incredibly protective of you. You couldn’t really blame her, though, given her own experiences as an airbender barely escaping the carnage of the fire nation. She had managed to reach Ba Sing Se and hide her identity almost completely. Almost. Her foolproof plan had one tiny crack in its great structure— her daughter. By either blessing or a curse, you had been born with the ability to airbend like your mother. Unlike your mother, however, you did not have such an easy time tamping down those abilities. You could feel it all the time, the spiritual energy surging through you and all the powers of the sky trapped within your body. You felt like a caged bird, desperate for freedom. And finally, you had the chance to fly. The Avatar could be your way out if only you could reach him.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect to see you here!” A boy’s voice only inches behind you startled you from your thoughts. It was rough, with a hitch in the middle and it didn’t sound like anyone you knew.

You felt your heartbeat begin racing as he came up beside you and threw his arm around your shoulders, “What are you doing here?”

I’ve been caught haven’t, I? They know I’m trying to sneak through the wall. You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry. Your mind began racing to come up with a plausible excuse. The crowd was thick and if you could just break free, it would be easier to hide amongst all these people than it would be to try and talk your way out of this.

You ducked from under his arm, prepared to walk swiftly in any direction away from this situation but he quickly caught your wrist, gripping it tightly.

“Where are you going?” His voice was deeper now, dropping as it had shifted to a serious tone.

Guilt and panic churned in your core, your heart sinking to join the mix as you realized there was no way out of this. You turned to face him, actually looking at him for the first time. He was about your age but definitely taller than you. You could tell immediately that he was from a water tribe, his tan skin and blue clothing giving it away. His eyes were blue as well but what you noticed more than the colour was how sharp his eyes were, like they had been chiseled into his face.

Realization dawned on you, “You’re Sokka, aren’t you?”

He squinted like he was trying to read a small font, “And you’re not Aang, are you?”

The adrenaline still pounding through your body was making your head feel light and at the thought of being mistaken for the Avatar, you doubled over laughing, “No, no, that’s not me.”

Sokka let go of your wrist and rubbed at the back of his neck with his now free hand, obviously feeling self conscious, “Well, uh, sorry about that whole mix up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his awkwardness. You had heard stories about Sokka, he was supposed to be a great warrior but he was just… a boy. It was kind of cute, actually, “No it’s fine, even if you did give me a small heart attack.”

“Is there any way I could make it up to you?”

A grin spread across your face, “Take me to the upper ring?”

You grabbed his hand as he led you through to the center of the city, noting the blush spreading to his face as you did so. Oh, definitely cute.

Sokka cleared his throat, “So, uh, why were you trying to get up here anyways?”

Your face turned red, “Was it really that obvious?”

“Oh yeah. And besides, you’re not exactly dressed for stealth,” He gestured at your brightly coloured clothes, “Why do you wear that anyways?”

“Well… I wanted to get up here to meet Aang and as far as my clothes,” You could feel your heartbeat quickening again. You could trust him, right? He was friends with the Avatar and was fighting against the fire nation. He was safe. The crowd was far thinner now as you continued walking, but there were still too many people. Your mother had taught you that even one could be too many if they were the wrong person, “I’ve just always felt a connection to the air nation I guess.”

“Huh.”

You began chewing on your bottom lip at his noncommittal answer. He can tell I’m lying.

“Aang’s not around right now,” Sokka broke the tense silence, “He’s looking for Appa.”

You nodded; you had heard about the Avatar’s missing bison and had been looking for signs of the animal yourself.

“But, you know, you could hang out with me. If you want, of course. Just until Aang’s back. But I understand—”

That adorable awkwardness was showing again as Sokka tried to get the words out. You smiled, “Yes, that sounds great.”

Sokka’s face split into a beaming grinning, “Ok, great!”

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The day passed quickly as Sokka took you on a tower of this elite portion of the city. He had even taken you to lunch at one of the fancy restaurants because— as he said, with a wiggle of his eyebrows, of course— he “had connections.”

Now you were sitting together on a hill from which you could see almost the entirety of Ba Sing Se burning with the rays of the sunset.

Sokka was sitting beside you, the sharp lines of his face accentuated by the deep shadows. You had convinced him to let his hair down and now tucked a piece of it behind his ear so you could see his profile more clearly.

He glanced towards you and you were almost startled by the intensity of his gaze. He was an idiot, no doubt about it, but that silliness was just a fraction of his personality, counteracting his fierce cunning. Now all of that intelligence was being directed at you, his eyes sweeping over your body.

“You’re an airbender, aren’t you?”

You turned away, your eyes searching for something to look at in the city below, anything but his eyes that continued to pick you apart.

You couldn’t see his face but his voice softened as he began to speak again, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just—”

“No, you’re right. It’s just… my mother has always taught me to hide my bending. And she’s right, with the,” You lowered your voice, “with the war and all. We’re not supposed to even know about the war here, but my mom told me about it. She told me how she escaped one of the air temples and she taught me just how ruthless the fire nation army can be. She’s right, I should keep it a secret.”

Sokka placed his hand over yours, “You shouldn’t have to keep who you are hidden. You deserve better than that.”

Water was supposed to be cool, but Sokka was anything but cold. His voice flowed over you like a summer breeze and the warmth of his hand seeped into yours, your fingers thin and somehow far more delicate beneath his. And now the warmth was spreading upwards, reaching your face as your eyes began to fill with hot tears.

Sokka reached over with his free hand, gently tipping your chin upwards to face him, “I promise that one day this war will be over, and you’ll never have to hide again.”

You nodded, not sure what to say. The only other person you had ever talked about airbending with was your mother, and those conversations revolved entirely around fear and secrets. This was completely different, “How did you know? That I was an airbender, I mean.”

“Well for one thing your clothes,” He grinned, “I knew there had to be a good reason for a pretty girl like you to wear those big old robes.”

You shoved him lightly, trying to play off the blush rising to your face. You were grateful for the shift in the conversation but still completely unsure of how to react.

“But really, there’s something about the way you walk and move,” Sokka’s eyebrows were woven together in thought, “like your footsteps are lighter than they should be. I don’t really know how to describe it but it’s something I’ve only seen in one other person.”

“Aang?”

Sokka nodded, then suddenly pointed up into the sky, “Look, there he is now.”

You looked up where Sokka was pointing. The silhouette of a glider circled against the fading red of the sky before landing amongst the buildings a little ways down the hill.

Sokka began moving as if to get up, “Do you want to go to talk to him?”

“Wait!” The word slipped out of your mouth before you had the chance to think. You didn’t want to go yet, didn’t want this— whatever this was— to end yet.

Sokka shifted back into a sitting position, leaning lightly against you, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I just… I just wanted to say thank you.”

He grinned quizzically, “For what?”

“I don’t know. For everything, for today, for showing me that there’s hope for a different future. Also for this,” You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and feeling him sigh into the kiss.

He broke away after a moment, his cheeks a bright pink, “Oh, that, ok.”

You winced slightly, “Sorry, was that alright?”

“What? Oh yeah that was fine!” He laughed then pulled you into another kiss, one hand holding the back of your head and the other lacing through your fingers.

You melted into it, feeling yourself smile against his mouth. The Avatar could wait.

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fandomsnfluff · 3 years

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obey me headcanons!

ok so i’ve been playing for a couple weeks now and i am absolutely HOOKED oh my GOD. it was only a matter of time before i strung up a few headcanons for the lovely demon brothers of this game!! i currently don’t have any hcs for the side charas bc i don’t know them very well yet but i might think up some at some point!!

this was also somewhat inspired by my request to @nox-exists, i thought they were lovely so i was inspired to write some of my own!! (once again thank you for answering!! <333)

lucifer

this big ol lump isn’t really all that ticklish. he does have a few sensitive spots, but they’re pretty hard to reach though due to the specific location of the spot or it being concealed by his rather thick clothing

he used to get into a lot of tickle fights with his brothers when they were younger, but due to the responsibility as the oldest and the lead of the household he’s put on a more mature facade and he now kinda thinks it’s dumb

...except when he’s with his s/o, he’s more than open to allow them to explore his body, but even if they don’t find his ticklish spot, he’s more than happy to completely turn the tables and reduce them to a puddle of laughter and tears

that said, he is a completely merciless ler. again, as the oldest, he has LOTS of experience (even if he doesn’t do it as much now) and he knows exactly where and how to tickle. after all these years he still knows where his brothers are the most ticklish, and he is more than happy to dole it out as a punishment for bad behavior (mostly in unique circumstances though)

so yeah, like i said, he does have a few weak spots, and listen closely now: going for his neck or a specific area on the hips will probably get the most out of him, but it’ll probably be a reaction that’s still kind of disappointing :/

mammon

omg he’s totally ticklish but he HATES it. like his entire body is COMPLETELY covered in weak points and he often finds himself subconsciously squirming away from his brothers’ touches bc they’re lightly touching a weak spot when they hug him or playfully prod him

as the spiritual oldest when it comes to tickling, he’s often the one to turn into the tickle monster when his brothers are being stubborn or annoying or cute or if he just wants to do it

he’s a lot like lucifer in the sense that he is a COMPLETELY merciless ler, he will go for his lee’s weakest points until they have tears streaming down their cheeks and his hands move WAY too fast for theirs to catch up and he knows exactly how to combine this method with targeting the person’s weakest spots

yet, he’s also the kind of person that can be best described as “being unable to take what he dishes out”; he will INSTANTLY start begging if the tables are turned on him, he’ll just scream and caterwaul until he gets his way (like he does with most other things anyways so sdkhjdfshdf)

he’s the weakest under his arms and on his sides and stomach, but his feet and knees are also pretty ticklish too!

leviathan

ok this one is EASILY the most ticklish brother by FAR. he’s not ticklish in the same sense as mammon tho, bc he can pretty much hold out when someone touches a sensitive spot when he gets hugged or playfully touched, but the general threat of tickling or mention of it will have him SPRINTING

he and belphie are the ones who are constantly ganged up on because their reactions are so funny, and mammon of course is the one to start it. he will literally start screaming the INSTANT it starts and someone will definitely get slapped or kicked in the face

he doesn’t tickle people a lot (bc he’s shy), but when he does it’s actually rather messy and cute. he’ll just be laughing alongside his lee as he messily tries to find their weakest spots and make them laugh

the SOUNDS that come out of him are so funny istg. he makes EVERY single one under the sun omg, like he squeals, squeaks, snorts, chortles, screams, ALL of it. it’s the cutest thing

he’s stupidly ticklish everywhere, but his neck, armpits, and sides are SUPER weak. also the backs of his knees are pretty weak too

satan

he’s definitely ticklish, but let me tell you, he HATES being tickled more than ANYTHING else (probably even more so than lucifer). it’s not because he’s overly sensitive, but because he just finds it incredibly annoying and distracting

he finds tickling kinda dumb so he tries to stay out of anything related to such (usually started by mammon). in rare instances when he’s not focused on something else like reading or when he’s feeling just a bit playful, he might join in or even initiate it. sometimes he likes to try and research it as well, but only in secret of course

he’s a pretty evil ler tbh. he somehow still knows where his brothers are ticklish but he’ll save their worst spots for last and just tickles all around their bodies until they’re about to cry before going to their weakest spots. he does it because he thinks it’s the most torturous method, but he secretly thinks it’s cute

he was actually tickled a lot by mammon when they were younger, but then he grew to hate it and stopped enjoying their tickle fights. now whenever mammon tries to pull some shit he just yells at him to back the fuck up and get away from him

he’s EXTREMELY ticklish on the backs of his knees, but his armpits and sides are also pretty sensitive. but he absolutely HATES having his feet tickled, he’ll just kick out and yell

asmodeus

ah yes, this beautiful flirtatious boyo. he is an extreme tease and he absolutely LOVES playful tickling with his brothers!! he has quite a fair range of weak spots himself tho ;w;

he usually attempts to turn one-on-one experiences with someone other than his brothers into something a bit more spicy, but sometimes he just gets too weak to make it so and can’t help but just laugh

he’s an extremely touchy and physically affectionate person, so he usually finds himself in a position where the person he’s with ends up being ticklish and he can’t help but tease them by brushing up against their sensitive spots or just tickling them outright

despite being very physically affectionate himself, he’s often rendered susceptible to his brothers’ attacks, especially by mammon. he usually contributes to tickle fights in one way or another between the brothers, but this puts him in a very susceptible position because mammon will NOT let a SINGLE one of his brothers out of the tickle pile without experiencing his wrath at least once (even satan)

for some reason he’s RIDICULOUSLY sensitive on the bottoms of his feet and also on his neck, he HATES it because for him those spots are super hard for him to defend. he often finds himself laying on his stomach for his brothers (mammon) to go to town on him and make him squeal with glee

beelzebub

oh my fucking god he is THE definition of tickle monster. he tickles belphie literally ALL the time because he thinks his baby brother is the cutest thing in such a vulnerable position ;w;

he thinks tickling is cute and can be a good way to distract himself from his hunger, and he enjoys playful squabbles with his brothers from time to time

he’s not a really evil ler like mammon or lucifer, he’s a lot more gentle but he still knows exactly how to target someone’s weak spots until they’re begging or literally crying. but he does have pretty good self-control, he always stops when he feels like he’s getting carried away or when he gets the sense that the person has had enough. he also ALWAYS stops when the person tells him to stop, he takes that as a sign that he’s getting too carried away

he’s actually not too ticklish himself, but he does have his sensitive spots!! he’s about 90% ler, but he is the SWEETEST and cutest lee ;w;

his weak spot is his stomach, but his sides and some parts of his legs get him pretty well!! he has the sweetest laugh and he’ll snort and hiccup on occasion too ;o;

belphegor

oh man. oh mAN. GOD IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO LEVI THEN THIS ONE WILL EASILY TAKE THE PLACE AS THE MOST TICKLISH BROTHER I MEAN COME ON

gets into a lot of tickle fights with beel (as we’ve established), but he usually ends up on the bottom crying for his brother to stop, he’s just too ticklish for his own good and there’s no way he would EVER win a tickle fight against his twin

even though levi is technically the most ticklish, belphie comes off as much more cute and laid-back, likely due to his “sleepy” nature, so he’s often rendered susceptible to attacks from all of his brothers who end up tickling him until he’s crying or turned into a complete puddle

despite his own sensitivity, he is a completely MEAN ler. he won’t necessarily pin his lee down, but he’ll get them in a position that will make it easiest for him to attack all of their sensitive spots, moving his hands from place to place to make his lee scream and cry out for mercy. he doesn’t tease a lot verbally but he’ll be beaming on the inside, which will give him the energy to continue his sadistic attack

he’s ticklish everywhere, like ANYTHING will work on him, but his weak spots are armpits, sides, knees, and feet. he’ll get pretty grumpy if you target his lower body and he’s a kicker so be careful ;o;

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vinylhazza · 4 years

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Ok but like do an imagine with y/n being cold and grayson cockwarming her and being cute and stuff

mmmmmm yes i can actually.

y/n has been shivering for the past hour in the cabin, on the plaid patterned couch under a blanket that’s just not thick enough and she knows with the heater being broken and the other source being the one fireplace in the livingroom - she’s not warming up anytime soon. she knows how much grayson wanted to go on this trip to colorado, but damn she wishes she had brought some more blankets, clothes, anything to keep the frigid air from freezing her solid.

she doesn’t know what she expected it to be like considering it was mid-january and their one goal with going to colorado in the first place was the skii resort. grayson would not shut up about it. it was all he talked about for months. it was all anyone could talk about. even ethan and his gf were jumping for joy now that they could finally take a trip somewhere that wasn’t warm and tropical. it was nice to change it up from time to time and neither y/n or e/g/n had ever gone skiing. y/n’s parents were big into skiing but had never invited her or her brother to any trips and quite frankly she had been fine with that - but always secretly wanted to go deep down inside.

bundled up under the blankets, she waits for grayson to return with her hot chocolate: her go to drink when she was too cold. tasty and hot. what more could you want? especially with the marsh mellows that just melt in her mouth, something she’s loved since she was a kid. her stomach growled at the thought. she knew he must be as cold as her, he had stopped his teeth from chattering in her ear a number of times when they opted to snuggle up close on the couch, his hands sliding up under shirt and pressing into her tummy and back like a her own personal space heater. she curled up into his touch with her head on his chest, the beanie on top of her head the perfect cushion for his chin.

with her hands shaking against the bare skin of his chest under the thick fabric of his black sweater, he offered to step away only for a moment to get her a mug hot chocolate. those moments were brutal. without him there to warm her up, the cold crept in to every crevice it could. with her nose a rosy red, eyes watery from excessive blinking, and her fingertips and toes numb - she almost cried seeing him walk through the livingroom with the hot mug in his hand, a sympathetic look on his face.

“here you go, baby,” he soothes her with his voice, ushering her hand out from under the blanket to grab the mug and hold it close to her chest - sinking back down on the couch and wrapping the blanket around them both, “i tried to be as fast as possible...also i took a sip,” he laughs.

“thank you,” she chatters out through her chapped lips, suddenly wishing she had enough energy to retrieve her chapstick from the bedroom. but judging how bad she jumped when her feet touched the floor even with socks on - she wasn’t getting up from the couch for a long while. and she sure as hell wasn’t letting grayson go again.

“i called up to the front desk while i was in there and they said they should be coming to fix the heat in the morning,” grayson sighed, running a hand through his rather messy brown hair while the other smoothed itself back under her shirt to rest against the skin of her stomach. he remembers that when y/n gets cold at home, just putting his hand on her tummy would warm her right up in no time - but unfortunately that wasn’t the case in this frozen wonderland. she needed more that a simple touch.

“the morning?!” she sits up straighter, turning to look at him with a horrified expression. how were they supposed to sleep when the temperature inside was sinking by the minute? it was almost dangerous, really, “fuck this can’t be happening... what time do we need to get up and having our stuff together to meet ethan and e/g/n anyway?”

“i think seven? that’s if he wakes up on time and doesn’t have us waiting for an hour like normal,” grayon chuckles at the thought of ethan rolling out of bed with his bedhead and puffy face. he wasn’t the happiest camper when it came to waking up early. e/g/n gave him a nicer wake up call than grayson ever has. harsh pillow fights from grayson were exchanged for kisses along his cheekbones from his girlfriend of three years. he doesn’t wake up grumpy anymore, that’s for sure.

“so we won’t be here when they come?” y/n whines, not looking forward to waking up and immediately stepping out into several feet of snow after freezing all night long- the thought alone makes her body shake harder.

“most likely no...we have some more blankets sweetie i won’t let you freeze, what can i do?” he cups her face gently, thumb rubbing in it’s place

he can see the annoyance and fear radiating off of her, she’s never been this cold. ever. and they couldn’t very well crash at ethan’s cabin, it was even smaller than the two bedroom that grayson had booked in advance - they weren’t subjecting themselves to sleeping on the dirty floor and hearing ethan bone his girlfriend all night long. they had made that mistake one night when they made a last minute fort in the livingroom and woke up to the sound of e/g/n screaming like she was being murdered. it was a night they teased ethan about on many occasions, but he had no shame. he never did when it came to the woman he loved. she had been mortified of course, but with a kiss on the cheek from ethan she relaxed at the jokes and even joined in sometimes...it made y/n think of how hot...sweaty...delicious it would be to have grayson help her out in the same way, use his spell on her to draw that heat right to her core.

y/n turns to set her mug down on the side table next to the couch, grabbing onto his shirt with urgency and emotion swirling in her eyes. she’s happy to be here. with him. in a cabin surrounded by the most beautiful trees she’s ever seen, white fluffy snow falling from the sky...but right now she needed him to warm up her up before she can’t take it anymore. call her dramatic, but she knows what she wants ...and what would make her feel better. something they've only done once or twice.

“gray...i can’t be this cold all night. i just can’t we have to figure out a way to get some more heat because i’m not sure how much of this i can take,” she whispers into his neck, burying her face in to kiss at his skin. it’s what she does when she really wants him to say yes. he’s a sucker for a neck kiss, “please you gotta do something please.”

and it’s...her voice. something about it sounded so weak, needy, it does something to his lower region. even being as cold as he was, there was always a fire burning for her inside of him. always a match that ignites in his groin with her voice fragile and small. he grows inside of his pants, skin warming up with his quickened heart-rate.

he tilts his head to the side with a heavy breath, letting her kiss the skin as she pleases, marking him up, licking at him sweetly, combing her hand through his hair to hold him closer. she’s desperate for it, wants him to use his body to make the aching cold escape from her nerves for just a bit. she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you,” he whispered, head raising to cup her face and kiss her long and hard. he takes his time, leaning back enough to trace her lips with his finger, watching her eyelids flutter at his tender touch.

“in...in want you in me please,” she whispers back across his lips, her tongue sliding out to slip across his bottom lip, something she knows makes him cave nothing nothing else.

“go on then,” he smirks, kissing right under her jaw.

she’s slipping away from his chest quickly, wanting to get herself warmed up right away and not waste anymore time freezing when she could be sinking onto his dick, wrapped around him tight. it wasn’t anything particularly sexual - although she’s sure that will come later in the evening. pushing her fingers in the elastic of his pants, she straddles his lap, making sure to pull her own pants off before she slips him out and rubs his reddened tip over her entrance.

“ohhhhhhhhh,” she sighs with her hips sinking lower and lower on his member, wiggling herself when he’s all the way inside, sheathed in her warm walls, “fucking hell that’s so good...so warm.”

“mhmmm, that feel better angel?” he breathed, willing himself not to grab her hips and give it to her hard and fast like he so desperately wanted to. her eyes were closed in satisfaction, her hands on his shoulders, breath fanning over his lips, forehead pressed against his while she feels the warmth shooting up through her stomach and out through her body, nodding back at him. she almost wants to cry at the relief she feels.

God dammit why didn’t i ask for this earlier?, she thinks to herself, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“there you go my pretty girl, come in closer,” he sucks in a breath to steady himself, grabbing her hips and pushing her forward flat against his chest, “lay on me.”

“shit,” she sighs, laying her head against his shoulder in content, “thank you...thank you...”

he doesn’t respond for a while, waiting for himself to soften inside of her for now, smoothing his hand over her hair until he can feel her breathing slow, knowing she’s close to that deep sleep - her escape from the cold. with her body pressed close, his arms curled around her waist, the sky blackened with the absence of the sun, he hums to himself quietly, her favorite song real quiet in her ear.

“anything for you,” he whispers back to her softly, kissing at her temple with a feather light touch.

at some point he joins her in that land far beyond the present - head falling to rest against hers while the fire burns a deep orange and yellow, giving the pair the peace they need for just a night. curled against each other - a tangle of limbs with enough love to last them through the cold.

#asks #gray!concepts #grayson!concepts

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jinxofthecipher · 3 years

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Akatsuki Scene (featuring KisaIta, TobiDei, & slight KakuHida):

“And that concludes this meeting,” Their leader called out, his purple ringed eyes looking around the room. Itachi remained quiet, his sharingan thrums behind his eyes as the rinnegan meets his then moves on. “We will convene a month from now unless something comes up. You’re free to go.” With that final word, their leader’s image fizzled out, leaving the other’s flickering in the dark of the cave.

“Oooo so we’re going after the three tails, Deidara senpai??” Tobi, buzzing with energy (him and Deidara being the only members that were close enough to come in-person) jumped his partner with a pleased giggle.

“Yes, now get off me.” The artist frowned, pushing Tobi away to open the scroll they’d received. He doesn’t say a word when the masked man instead leans against him, assumingly reading what’s written, but Itachi’s eyes narrow, not missing the obscurred hand-holding, even in the dark. He turns away, however, respecting their privacy, and looks to Kisame instead.

The shark gives him a broad grin in turn, multi-colored form flickering in and out, “you ready to go, Itachi?”

"I th-”

“It’s not too far, senpai!!” Tobi giggles, voice hushed but still loud in the dark cavern.

“Yeah. It shouldn’t take too long, maybe a few days, I think. Though we shouldn’t put too much hope in these last corridinates, they were from three months ago.”

“It’s gonna be so much fun! Can we get snacks? Canwecanwecanwe???”

“Maybe!” Deidara exclaims, pinching his eyes shut and running a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath, “Maybe. But only if you tone it down a bit, yeah?” He straightened his cloak.

Tobi gives a quick nod, “sure thing, Deidara senpai. Tobi will be silent, like the grave!” And just like that, the masked man fell eerily quiet. The lack of voice sent every hair on the back of Itachi’s neck standing straight up and his gaze flicked to the other obscurred Uchiha. Tobi was watching his partner roll up the scroll and pack it away, a happy shadow. It reminded Itachi too much of that fateful night all those years ago, when he’d asked Madara for help and the shadows had been long and the silence deafening.

As if sensing him, Tobi looked over and, even though he couldn’t see the other’s eye through the hole in the mask, Itachi knew Tobi was looking at him.

Neither said a word, just stared.

Finally, “hiya Itachi,” the masked man gave a little wave, ignoring his partner’s rolling eyes at the sudden lack of silence, though Tobi’s voice wasn’t as high or shrill as it had been, “things goin’ well with you and Kisame?” It was a simple question, one no other member would have blinked at. It was just Tobi asking a random question. Yet Itachi’s blood ran cold. He stiffened, fighting a frown, fighting the sharingan behind his eyes and his fingers twitched ever so slightly. Beside him, he could feel Kisame sudden unease even if the other made no outward expression.

“We’re doing fine, Tobi.” Came the response, cold. “You and Deidara?”

“Better, though he’s still an idiot.” Deidara answers in Tobi’s place, having begun moving towards the caves entrance. Tobi physically deflates, looking over his shoulder at his partner.

“Senpai!! You said Tobi’s been doing so much better! Especially with-”

Deidara almost trips at whatever implications he can hear and sends a venemous glare back before Tobi can finish, “Not right now, you’re not!!”

The masked man sighs, looking back at Itachi and giving a shrug, “good days and bad days, but,” he lowers his voice, “our teamwork’s made some leaps and bounds!” Itachi’s eyes narrow a fraction just as Tobi cocks his head, “at least you two seem to be doing okey-dokey!” There’s a giggle and a hand covers the bottom of Tobi’s mask as if to hinder the noise before he gives a big wave and skips after the retreating, grumbling blonde. “See you all later!!”

Watching the proceedings from their corner, Hidan leans into Kakuzu’s space, muttering something to him with a smirk and Itachi shuts his eyes, forcing a deep calming breath.

“Come, Kisame. We’re leaving.” He re-opens them, ignoring just how close Hidan is to his partner and Kakuzu isn’t pushing him away like he once would have-and looks to Kisame instead who gives a sharp nod, discomfort radiating from his being.

Silent, they weave the signs and end the jutsu. Their multi-colored bodies flicker then disappear, leaving Kakuzu and Hidan as the last members to remain though, after a second, they too vanish.

The cavern disappears around them and woodland sounds replace it; hazy eyes open to find them back on the bank they’d sat near. A tranquil stream passing before them, lapping gently at the sides.

Itachi blinks a few times, always a bit off whenever coming back to his physical form. He gives a small shudder, moving each body part, finding them stiff from having remained in one spot for too long. Still, he doesn’t get up.

Not far, seated on his own rock, Kisame is rolling his neck, cracking it to one side, then the next, grunting at the sharp pain in his joints. “Wish they’d give us more warning if the meeting’s going to be so long.” Massaging a forearm, Kisame stands and falters, just noticing how quiet his partner is.

Yellow eyes slip to him easily, finding Itachi where he had been before the jutsu, back slightly hunched, eyes focused on the slow-moving water. The sun is just starting to set and it brings a reddish tint to the Uchiha’s black hair. It would be pretty if not for the rest of the visual. Itachi’s stare is hard and, to anyone else, blank and unemotional, but not to Kisame, he can see the strain echoing in every muscle beneath the cloak, the narrowed eyes, the somewhat clenched fingers.

Kisame’s face falls slightly, he brushes a hand through his short hair and takes another step, stopping beside the Uchiha, “it’s cause of what Tobi said, isn’t it, Itachi?”

Black eyes flick up to him, only for a moment then slip back to the water. Sighing, Kisame sits down. Their knees brush, once, twice, then remain together as he crosses his legs, getting comfortable. There are words on his tongue, words and sentences, maybe even a joke, but Kisame remains quiet. He waits, patient as always, and looks out at the water.

Finally the other speaks, “I am beginning to suspect the other’s know, or at least are suspicious of our relationship.”

Kisame only nods, unsurprised. He knew the moment they had entered the meeting, Hidan had had the gall to wink at him. Which if that hadn’t been a smack in the face then Tobi’s question sure had been. The masked man hardly ever asked specifics towards anyone, not since the on time Kisame and him had talked, face to face. No Tobi facade. Just them. So to have his sudden, undevoted attention back once more, had been unnerving to say the least. It could only mean one thing: Tobi had noticed. Which, as much as he trusted him, probably wasn’t a good thing.

“I thought we were being pretty inconspicious,” he shakes his head, “we’ve not done anything different when they’re around. We’re careful.” The words sound so sure in his mouth and to his ears and yet . . . he considers the few times they’ve met up with the other’s. So far there were two meet-ups with Kakuzu and Hidan, one accidental with Deidara and Tobi and, well, that was it. Sure, he had leaned his leg up against Itachi’s that one time but the place had had poor lighting and Tobi and Deidara had been too interested in each other then them! And it had been out of sight anyways, no one could’ve seen it but . . . if they had sharingan . . . his eyes shut and Kisame squeezed the bridge of his nose. “You don’t think it was that one time with Tobi and-”

“Yes, but I think it was with all of them.” Itachi says, thoughtful, “they each guessed we were . . .” he stalls for a moment, “closer than simple subordinates, though I am unsure what in particular we did to have them guess such a thing.” He worries his bottom lip lightly and Kisame pats the other’s knee in what he can hope is comfort. It must be taken as such since Itachi catches it with his own and they leave them laced togehter atop their knees. “You’re right, we acted as we always have when around them, but perhaps we weren’t as thorough as we first assumed.”

Kisame hums, a mix of agitation and concern. Tobi hadn’t come after them, hadn’t hinted at things being a problem if two of his men were closer then work partners. So perhaps it was alright? “We might be ok, since Tobi hasn’t done anything . . . but how do you want to play this, Itachi?” He cocked his head, leaving it up to the other as usual, the Uchiha was better at strategy, at taking the lead, and this was no different.

Thinking, Itachi squeezed the other’s hand, discerning possiblities in his mind, one that came up being that Tobi would hold the information, use it in some way. Itachi couldn’t put it past him, but Itachi hadn’t planned on leaving or doing anything to throw the organziation off so it shouldn’t ever come up, right? He sighed, closing his eyes.

“For now we’ll play it by ear but . . . I don’t find anything wrong with continuing our areangement.”

Kisame snorts, shaking his head, “you make it sound so professional.”

“Would you wish for me to call it something else?” Black and yellow eyes met.

“You could try with ‘relationship’ unless that’s too much?” Itachi blinked at his partners words and Kisame swallowed. Perhaps that was moving things a bit too fast? He wasn’t too sure. Though, when Itachi’s face softened into a smile that might’ve had Kisame’s stomach pleasantly twist, he found his worries gone.

“I’d like that.” And Itachi’s hand squeezed his, receving one in return as they both leaned against each other, into a sense of comfort born between them.

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glacecakes · 4 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (2/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did... helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Chapter 2: Varian meets Rapunzel, Cassandra, and a special friend.

I have decided to give this thing a plot, because I hate myself! I'm committing to a new multi-chap fic right before school starts! This will in no way backfire! :) Fic will be posted both here and on ao3! See previous chapters here

Varian wasn’t very chatty during the walk to the castle. He seemed almost nervous, hiding his face into Eugene’s shoulder whenever someone looked their way. The cracked cobblestone gave way to paved brick as they entered the grand gates. The sun gleamed off brass gates, reflecting the sun onto Varian’s face. It prompted him to peek out from his hiding spot.

He gasped. “It’s pretty…”

Eugene chuckled. “It is, isn’t it? Nice place to live, if I do say so myself.”

“You live here!?” Varian shouted directly in Eugene’s ear. He nearly dropped the child as he flinched. Sheesh, this kid could be quiet as a mouse one second, and loud as a lion the next.

“Yes, I do, I’m dating the princess, ok?” He whispered. “We gotta be quiet though, we’re going inside a fancy place and we need to act fancy.”

Varian nodded fervently, making a zipping motion to indicate his mouth closing. “What’s the princess like?” He whispered. Well, it wasn’t really a whisper. More like a quiet yell.

The man couldn’t help the lovestruck expression. His eyes softened as he stared ahead. At the end of the hallway stood Rapunzel, in all her blonde glory. Her hair seemed to catch the sunlight as it filtered through the window. “She’s wonderful,” Eugene said.

Rapunzel looked up, and her eyes brightened when she saw him. “Eugene!” She called, walking over. Her grin was infectious, and Eugene felt his own face lifting up. It fell pretty quickly when he saw Cassandra behind her.

“They seem nice,” Varian whispered, squirming a little in Eugene’s hold to get a better look.

Eugene grumbled, shifting his hold on the child. “One of em is,” He muttered.

Rapunzel’s bare feet barely made a sound on the floor. She stopped in front of them. “Hi Eugene, welcome back! Did you get everything you needed?”

“I did, and I even had time to get a little extra.” Varian blushed.

Cassandra gaped, unable to comprehend the child in front of her. “I’ll say.”

The princess leaned down. She stayed at Varian’s eye level, keeping her face kind and welcoming. Why Eugene brought a kid to the castle she wasn’t sure, but she trusted him. He had a reason, and whatever it was, she’ll help out however she can.

It didn’t help that the kid was terribly cute, it’s like Eugene went out and found the cutest one he could! She resisted the urge to coo at his big blue eyes. “My name is Rapunzel. What’s yours?”

She got a grin back. “Varian!” He sang, swinging his feet in Eugene’s grip. “Your hair is suuuper long, and pretty!” His eyes lit up in wonder as Pascal climbed into view. He wiggled out of Eugene’s grasp, landing on the floor with boundless energy.

“That’s a chameleon!”

“It is! You’re very smart!”

Varian giggled. His ragged clothes scraped against the clean floors. “Did you know they can change color?” He glanced over to Pascal, and the reptile began to shift colors, prompting excited squeals.

Oh, Rapunzel was head over heels for this child. He was so precious!

Cassandra, on the other hand, marched straight up to Eugene. “Why is there a child in here?” She hissed. She didn’t care how cute this kid was, that was all Rapunzel’s field. Let the princess distract him so she could figure out why the child was here and get him back home. Eugene’s stolen a lot of stuff, but a child? Would he really do that? He’d been clean in the 6 months he’d been here, so to steal a child seemed a bit out of character for him. Wait, he technically stole Rapunzel back from Gothel, right? Did that count?

“He needs a place to stay,” Eugene responded coolly.

“And his parents are....”

A dark look took over Eugene’s features. “No. He’s not going back.”

Ah. Thief with an impulsive heart of gold. Great. Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose, rolling her eyes. “If he has no parents, he should go to the orphanage.”

“Are you kidding?” Eugene hissed. “That place will just chew him up. Look at him, Cass,” He gestured to where Varian was rapidly describing how the sun was a star, like all the others in the sky. Rapunzel nodded as if she understood every word.

“I can’t send him back.” Eugene sighed. “I just can’t.”

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “You? Taking care of a kid? Puh-lease. You’ll last a day.”

Eugene huffed. He knew it’d be a struggle to convince people to let Varian stay, but he was not willing to debate this with Cassandra. The king, the captain of the guard, maybe, but her? No way.

“I will watch him all of today, and when I’m done,” He hissed. “You don’t get to judge me for letting him stay with me. Got it?”

Cassandra stuck out her hand. “One day. Till bedtime. You’re on your own. But when you get overwhelmed and send him to the orphanage, I don’t wanna hear it.”

He took her hand. “Deal.” He looked over to where Rapunzel had taken Varian into her arms, swinging him around.

“Come on, Varian,” He called. “We gotta get you checked out by the doctor. And a bath.”

Varian gasped. “No! No bath!” He gripped onto Rapunzel like his life depended on it. The princess took it as an invitation to wrap him in a tight hug, and the little boy stuck his tongue out at Eugene.

Cassandra’s smirk grew. “Good luck, Fitzherbert.” And with that, she sauntered off.

He rolled his eyes. How hard would it be to take care of Varian? The kid was a delight.

The kid was no longer a delight.

Eugene groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. The doctor check-up had gone smoothly, with Varian sitting in his lap for the duration. But once it was over, it was bath time. The kid really needed it, too, he was covered in months worth of dirt and grime. Without anyone looking after him, it’s a miracle Varian didn’t die of pneumonia or some other disease.

“Come on, Varian, this is not up for debate,” Eugene said. He pointed his finger at the now lukewarm tub. “Get in the tub, young man.”

Varian hissed from his spot on top of the shelf. “No!” He cried.

“Varian, get down here now!”

“No! You can’t make me!”

The little kid may not have known much love in his short life, but now that he had it, his true personality was shining through. And that personality was sweet as pie to strangers, and a little shit to his family.

Though to be fair, Eugene wasn’t sure if he counted as family yet. Did Varian see him as an uncle, a brother, a dad? He couldn’t deny that he sort of hoped for the last one. How weird. Yesterday he hadn’t even thought about being a father, he had just failed at getting engaged. And now he was taking care of a small child he hoped to call his own.

Though, with how he was acting, Varian was more like a small raccoon than a child.

“Varian, come on. If you don’t get clean you’ll get sick, or worse, ugly. Get in the tub now .”

Varian simply glared. Why did he need a bath anyway? He’d been sick before, and that was when his mom was taking care of him. He’d been clean then. Clearly, Eugene was wrong in that baths = not sick. Baths were cold, and wet, and the towels were rough and painful!

Eugene sighed. He wasn’t getting anywhere with yelling. “Look, let me reheat the water, and then you need to get in the tub, ok? You need to get cleaned off before dinner, otherwise you won’t be allowed to eat with Rapunzel and I. Do you want that?”

“No…” The little boy bit his lip in thought. He liked Rapunzel, she didn’t wear shoes, like him! And she had really long, pretty hair. Maybe if he asked her, she would let him eat dinner without getting a bath?

The fire under the tub flickered to life, hot embers scraping the bottom of the wooden barrel, but didn’t ignite it. Eugene was paying full attention to the flickering light, letting his shoulders sag in relief. Man, Varian was just like him at that age… full of spunk and awe at the world.

His awe got crushed and snuffed out. His job was to make sure Varian’s wasn’t.

“Ok, Varian, let’s try this again.” He turned around. The shelf was empty and the door swung on its hinges.

“...Varian?”

The toddler fumbled down the hallway, taking delight in watching the sun dance through the windows. Maids stared in shock as the small child made himself at home in the spacious castle. Some cooed, others tried to call out to him, but he paid them no mind. The mission of finding Rapunzel disappeared from his mind. Now, he was taking in all the sights, pretty lights and fancy vases, the likes he’d never seen before. It was all so new! Can you blame him?

He turned a corner, and discovered this hallway was much grander than the ones before! In front of him was a massive double door. Its brass handles were far out of Varian’s reach, so that room was sadly off limits. But that’s ok! There was plenty of stuff to explore.

Man, wait till Eugene hears all about how incredible this castle is….

….where is Eugene anyway?

Well, Varian knew he was still in the bathroom, but he didn’t know where that was. He didn’t know where to find Rapunzel, either. This castle was enormous, she could be anywhere! What if he never found her? What if they never found him?

Where was Eugene? He wanted his Eugene! He’d promised Varian he’d stay with him! He said he and Varian would be together for as long as he wanted! And he wanted him now!

A few tears budded in his eyes, and before he knew it, he had sat down on the carpeted floor, crying small sobs. Soft hiccups escaped his throat.

“Oh, hello there. I almost didn’t see you.”

Varian looked up through blurry eyes to see the tallest man he’d ever met. His legs were skinny, but his arms were massive, covered in dark metal armor. He wore a red cloak, pinned in place by a circular pin. The man’s eyes were kind, but steely. He leaned down, pinning his gaze on the child. Varian was so surprised he nearly forgot why he was sad.

“Hello, little one. What’s your name?”

Varian blinked. “Varian…” he murmured, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“It’s nice to meet you, Varian.” The man smiled. “Now, what’s a fine man such as yourself doing here?”

“Eugene said this is my home now, and it’s really nice here! But I got lost…” The tears began anew. “I sorry, I didn’t mean to run off, I just really hate baths!” He wailed.

Quirin reached out, an armored thumb brushing away the tears. “Hey hey, no need to cry. I’m sure Eugene understands. Baths can be scary, but if you add soap, they can be a lot of fun! You can make shapes!”

Varian cocked his head. “What’s soap?”

“Varian!”

The boy turned around and brightened considerably at the sight of his new caretaker. “Eugene!” He cried, reaching his arms up and happily accepting the hug he was swept into.

“God, you scared me kid, gonna give me a heart attack,” The young man joked. He stood up, the tall man following suit. “Thanks for finding him, uhh…”

The man laughed. “Quirin. I’m a friend of the king’s. You must be Eugene? Varian has something to say to you,” He looked expectantly at the child.

Varian focused his big baby blues on Eugene. “Sorry for running… I take the bath now?”

“Sure kid, any requests?”

Varian looked back at Quirin, who gave him an encouraging nod. “Soap?” He asked. “You can make fun shapes with it.”

Eugene laughed. “I was fully planning on dowsing you in soap, you little trash possum, you.” Varian giggled. “Thanks again, Quirin, really.”

The man gave a final wave, before turning and opening the doors to the throne room.

“Come on Varian, let’s get you clean so we can eat dinner. Rapunzel asked the cooks to make you a real treat. You ever had pasta?”

“No!” Varian gasped, and they walked back down the hall.

Behind the grand oak doors, Quirin bowed for the king. “Your majesty, I am honored to return to Corona,” he said.

Frederick smiled. “Ah yes, Quirin of the Dark Kingdom. You have been tracking the black rocks, yes?”

“Ever since they left the Dark Kingdom’s borders, yes.”

“Good, then I assume you know about our… situation?”

Quirin nodded. “I have a plan, your majesty.”

The king leaned forward. “I’m listening,” He said.

After Varian let Eugene bathe him, the leadup to dinner went off without a hitch. He’d need to buy Varian his own clothes, but for now he gave Varian the smallest shirt a maid could find. He was drowning in it, but it was better than nothing.

Since the king was busy with formal affairs, dinner was just them, Rapunzel, and the queen, with Cassandra standing by.

They entered the dining hall, and Varian’s face lit up like a rocket. “Punzel!” He cried, letting go of Eugene’s hand and flying into the princess’s waiting arms. “Hi Varian!” she said, rubbing their cheeks together. “Ooooh, you are just the cutest thing ever! Look at you!”

Arianna looked mildly surprised. She’d been informed of Eugene’s new ward, but to see him in person was a whole other thing. “You must be Varian,” the queen said. “I’m Rapunzel’s mom.”

Varian gasped from his spot in Rapunzel’s arms. “Woah! You must be so old!”

Eugene choked on his breath, racing over to grab Varian out of Rapunzel’s arms. “Ok, bud, none of that, please and thank you. You’re gonna get me killed, I swear.” Honestly, this kid was a riot. Arianna, thankfully, seemed more amused than anything. “What makes you say that?” She prodded, curious as to the child’s reasoning.

“Well, hair grows when you get old, and Rapunzel has a lot of hair.” The boy spoke as if he was an ancient professor bestowing sacred knowledge to his pupils. “So if she’s old, you must be super old.” Anything else he was going to say was cut off by Eugene covering his mouth.

“Bud, lemme tell you from experience. Don’t call ladies old, they really don’t like it.” He whispered. Varian’s eyes widened and he nodded, taking those words very seriously.

They all sat down as dinner was served. For Varian, it was a simple spaghetti and butter, but to him it was a steak dinner. He’d only been allowed the food his mother didn’t eat, and once he was left behind, getting meals became even harder. He called having bread a good dinner. But now, it was as if it was a million loaves of bread, and butter! He’d only ever heard of butter! Momma had butter, but he wasn’t allowed to have any, she said they could only afford enough for one.

After that first bite, he was off to the races. He shovelled as much food as he possibly could into his tiny mouth. Spaghetti flew off his fork and into the napkin Eugene put in his lap, and butter smeared his chubby cheeks.

Eugene could only watch in shock. He knew Varian was living off the streets, but… wow. This kid could really eat. Here’s hoping he puts on a little weight now that he lives here. But he’s going to make himself sick!

Cassandra started laughing in the corner, and that snapped him out of it.

“Woah kid,” Eugene grabbed onto the fork. “Slow down or you’ll choke.” Varian let out a noise of complaint. “I won’t choke!” He cried through a mouthful of spaghetti. Some of it fell out of his mouth. Those words caused him to choke, though, and he coughed, sending spaghetti flying. A strand landed on the queen’s face.

Eugene winced. Ooh, he was in so much trouble.

Rapunzel covered her mouth to hide her own laughter. She’d only seen him a few times, but now she understood why Eugene was doing what he is. It warmed her heart that Eugene wanted to help a child, make sure he had the childhood Eugene had dreamed of. So much so that she’d asked Cass to give him the benefit of the doubt. Her boyfriend was totally capable of handling a child. But this one was a whirlwind, and a funny one at that.

Sure, they were both a little young, and not planning on getting married anytime soon, but if this child needed a place to stay and people to look up to, she was more than happy to do so.

Gracefully, she stood up and walked around the table to where Varian was still hacking. She grabbed a spare napkin. Carefully, she began to wipe off the tyke’s face.

“Do you want some water?” she smiled. Varian nodded, greedily drinking when the glass was handed to him.

“See, Varian, this is why I asked you to slow down,” Eugene chided.

“Sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, it was an accident, no one got hurt.”

Varian frowned. “Momma used to tell me I was an accident.” It was more to himself, trying to connect the dots and understand what the word accident meant.

The room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.

Finally, Eugene found his words. “No, you’re not an accident. An accident is dropping a cup, or coughing up spaghetti onto the queen. You being here was destiny, ok? You belong here. As long as you want to, you’ll have a home with me.”

Varian beamed. “Thank you, Eugene.”

The man wrapped the kid into a hug. “Anytime, kiddo.”

In the corner, Cassandra watched silently, thoughts racing a mile a minute.

They’d be setting up a proper bedroom for Varian within the week, but for now he was staying in the guest room next to Eugene. After stuffing his face, he was exhausted, falling asleep in Eugene’s arms as he carried him to bed.

“Goodnight, Varian,” Eugene whispered, raising the blankets up around the toddler. His heart melted at how cute Varian looked all bundled up and snoring softly. He blew out the candle and slowly exited the room.

Only to come face to face with Cassandra.

He frowned. “I’m not sending him back, Cass. I can’t. I won’t.”

For a moment, Cassandra gave him an unreadable look. Then, she sighed.

“Did you know I was adopted?”

Eugene startled. “Really? You and the captain sure have a lot in common. Like the stick up your asses.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “In fact, I was his age. Varian’s,” She said.

“I don’t remember my birth parents, the trauma of it all, I guess. My dad saw a kid in need and… he took me in. Sure, there are some things we disagree about but… Sometimes, I wonder. What would’ve happened to me if I stayed with my parents. Or if I ended up at an orphanage. Would I have ended up like you? On the streets? Or worse?” She folded her arms. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I’d be a hypocrite if I judged you for taking Varian in. You’re doing a good thing. And… if you ever need help, you know where to find me.”

Eugene smiled. “Thanks, Cassandra. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Quirin?” Frederick sighed. “The last time you were in Corona… it didn’t work out well for you, did it?”

Quirin sighed. “No, it didn’t. But that was five years ago, I’m sure the people have moved on.”

“Let’s hope for everyone’s sake you’re right. Alright, you have my permission. I’ll have a room set up for you.”

Quirin bowed. “Thank you, your majesty. Rest assured, I will find the source of your kingdom’s rocks.”

#tangled #tts #tangled the series #varian #tts varian #tts eugene #eugene fitzherbert #tangled eugene #team awesome

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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i saw your match ups were open so 👉👈

i’m a 5ft filipina, majoring in audio tech (music production), and am an all rounded person. meaning- you can throw me into any situation and i adapt fairly quickly. i songwrite, sing, and produce my own music, and although this is my hobby and what i’m studying rn— i still not completely certain in what i want,,,,

other than music, i love cooking (i make some MEAN DUMPLINGS and pizza toast)! i used to bake macaroons for my crush whenever he felt down or stressed LOL. i guess that means part of my love language is giving- but i also love head pats and hugs. pda is a weakness of mine.

BUT just cuz i go crazy over a random forehead kiss or back hug doesn’t mean i’m a bottom all the time 😤😤 i am a POWER SWITCH

*cough* but anyway— i am a capircorn and mbti type is ISFP-T. i make a lot of nerdy references and inside jokes to those i’m close with. according to my friends, i’m easy to be around, but will tease here and there if i have a chance. THAT and i make a lot of sex jokes. but that’s me.

AH AND AND AND i love hot cheetos. chips- anything spicy or salty. it’s like my kryptonite.

*you can include nsfw stuff if you want, but if u don’t want to, it’s ok LOL.

- 🦋anon

i match you up with...oikawa tōru!!

you and oikawa get along because you’re so relaxed and easy-going it vibes well with his charismatic yet slightly dramatic, extra personality

you’re not just his lover but like one of his best friends too- you tease him and he teases you back just as much- and you’re calm and adaptable and able to put up with all his strong emotions

dates are something oikawa enjoys a lot, wanting to give you some time and attention instead of just being in the gym all day, so he appreciates any effort you go to for any sort of date and enjoys them whole-heartedly!

“thank you for such a lovely day, y/n-chan. you’re the absolute best.” he’ll say when he’s dropping you off to your home, giving you a chaste kiss as extra thanks

he’s really truthful so if you’re not willing to trust at the start, he shows his consistent feelings of adoration towards you the best he can

sends a good morning message with plenty of heart emojis and a selfie or a picture of the sunrise every morning without fail

oikawa is big on pda- he likes to give you back hugs and kisses and because you’re so much shorter than him he loves to rest his chin on your head or give you head pats

“i’m not a shelf, tōru.”

“yes you are, y/n-chan- you’re my pretty little shelf.”

oikawa takes his music taste very seriously because mattsun and Iwaizumi listen to the coolest stuff so he always wants to listen to whatever you create! he loves seeing you at work, listening to you sing with a bright smile on his face

i’m sorry but he steals all your chips, just grinning and throwing a peace sign when you yell at him and he never buys you any to make up for it

“you’re as hot as a cheeto, y/n-chan.” is unfortunately of his favourite flirtatious lines

but even if he does always steal your food, he absolutely loves all the treats you bake him- he blushes and engulfs you in a tight hug. “y/n-chan, you’re so cute! iwa-chan, look what my s/o made for me!”

he also tries to meet your love language by greeting you on monday mornings with little gifts: a warm cup of coffee on your doorstep- “good morning, y/n-chan! you’re as radiant as the morning sun!” or cute little keyring and badges and a sweet pastry and other sweet little gifts that he thinks you’d like

oikawa initially gets flustered with your sex jokes but soon after some corruption from makki and mattsun he’s matching your energy and is just as dirty-minded as you are

he loves how nerdy you are because he’s secretly the same! He’s showing you all his sci-fi comics and movies and telling you how amazing aliens are and is super excited to hear about all your interests

nsfw:

he’s a power switch too so you both get to dom and sub regularly

when you’re a power sub, oikawa loves to brat-tame with light spanks and teasing you

he also likes to edge you and ruining you till you’re begging

but when you’re domming , he’s just as much of a power sub as you

“beg if you want to cum, tōru.” he’ll grin cheekily even though he’s flustered and desperate. “and if i don’t?”

he loves punishments so you may have to be a little bit of a sadist if you’re domming

but aftercare is always sweet, just consisting of holding each other and oikawa loves to praise you and shower you with gentle kisses and rubs

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breakingsomething · 4 years

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the fall part fifteen - the topic of forgiveness

basic summary: marvin does an emotional speedrun. chase attempts an apology. a storm is coming.

trigger warnings: mentions of medication, hypnosis

tagslist: @synonymsforzombie @spicydanhowell @skyewardlight @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars @cest-mellow @graveyardlettuce @lower-your-expectationss

marvin had had hangovers before, but this one was just awful.

the hotel was nice though. someone that he assumed was staff had brought him toast and apple juice, which he was immensely grateful for. it helped his headache ease. then he'd spent the morning psyching himself up for getting up and going to face his brothers again, which he really didn't want to do but knew he'd have to eventually. he supposed he couldn't avoid his responsibilities forever. ugh, everything hurt.

"what was the name of the man who paid for my room last night?" he asked the receptionist as he finally worked up the energy to check out. the woman smiled at him, the computer screen lighting up her face as marvin waited patiently, clinging to the desk for support. he was tired as shit. maybe he should have taken advantage of the free room and slept longer, but he knew his brothers would be worried. he wondered how many frantic texts they'd sent him before remembering anti had stolen his phone. the thought shouldn't have been funny. yeah, he needed a nap.

"it was… anthony berlin," the woman told him, pushing up her glasses as she looked at him. marvin nodded. he didn't recognize the name, like he'd expected. a small part of him had thought the interaction between them had seemed very familiar, but of course he'd been drunk out of his mind. he probably was just imagining things.

"thank you," he said gratefully, and flashed a small smile at her as he left. this hotel was pretty nice, actually. he wondered how much it had cost for a room, but decided not to ask that as well. once outside, the cold air practically slapped him in the face. well, that was one kind of wake up call. he should definitely go back home now.

he didn't.

he walked to naomi's instead. she'd managed to move back yesterday, though the shop was closed and likely wouldn't reopen for a little while. he went up the fire escape and knocked on the side door, whistling sharply to let her know who it was. it took her only about a minute to answer, and marvin breathed a sigh of relief when she did.

"why are you on my fire escape?" was the first thing she asked. she looked different from the last time he'd seen her; bags under her eyes, hair yanked back into pigtails, fringe hanging in her face. "i mean, good to see you. uh. yeah. good to see you."

"good to see you too," he said softly. he tapped his shoes on the metal bars, avoiding the thin vines that had woven themselves through them. he cleared his throat and glanced back up at her. "do you wanna go somewhere? the beach, maybe? we could go sit at the gazebo and get fish and chips? or -"

"fish and chips sounds good," she interrupted. a grin split her face. "let me get dressed very quick. i'll be out in five minutes."

five minutes later, they were on their way down the steps and towards the high street, talking casually like the events of last week hadn't happened. it was only once they'd arrived at the shop down the street that naomi quietened, lowering her head and silently taking marvin's hand.

"they're going to start me on carbamazepine," she murmured. "that's usually used to treat epilepsy, but it's effective for bipolar as well. the lithium wasn't working anyway, so they're easing me off of it. i should be good in a month or so."

marvin blinked, then smiled wide. "oh - naomi, that's great!"

she snorted, turning her face away so he couldn't see her grin. "yeah, i suppose. i'm - i'm sorry about my breakdown. i know i must have scared you."

he squeezed her hand gently. "you're ok. i've… i've dealt with things like that before. henrik sometimes has flashbacks and barely recognizes us when we try to help him. we're always there for him, and i'll always be there for you."

naomi's lips parted, and her eyes flickered away. "oh, uh - thank you. thank you, marvin, i… ugh, i don't know why you put up with me sometimes. but thank you for it."

they each got a container of fish and chips, then walked to the gazebo, grabbing a spot on the benches. "you'd think there'd be more people here so early on a - what day is it?" marvin said as they ate. "thursday?"

"i think so," naomi said. she threw a chip across the ground, and above twenty seagulls immediately flew down and began fighting over it. "lost track of the days. they're all the same, anyway. boring." she glanced at marvin. "unless you're visiting. those days are easier to manage."

marvin went silent, staring at his plastic fork. it was a minute or so until he spoke again. "are you really ok? now, i mean. i imagine that - breakdown, was, uh… something that'd been building up for a while."

she sighed, crossing her legs over each other. "i guess. i do feel better, yes. i'm going back to therapy and i believe new meds will help a lot. i just… it scares me, the way my magic exploded like that."

marvin hunched further over himself, resting his elbows on his thighs. "has that happened before?"

"mm-hmm," she hummed. "never to that extreme, but yes. i suppose that happens when you - when you're bottling up so much emotion inside of you. you can just explode."

she kept talking, but marvin was staring down at his food with unfocused eyes, suddenly not hungry. he had lashed out at chase with his magic. had that been why? maybe marvin wasn't as composed and put together as he thought he was. maybe. but he was supposed to be the big brother now. he couldn't afford any explosions like that again.

"- anyway, what's been happening with you? it seems all i've talked about is myself," naomi was saying. marvin jolted, snapping back to attention guiltily with wide eyes. naomi giggled at the look on face. "daydreaming a bit there, pyro?"

he laughed. "maybe, maybe. sorry. i'm - doing fine, yeah, fine." he decided not to mention the storm or anti or his own magic explosion. she didn't need more stress on top of her own. "do you wanna walk down to the beach? i'm sick of sitting still, and we've been here for like, ten minutes."

"sounds about right, you adhd ridden bastard," naomi joked, and they set off again, chatting about nothing the way they always had. it made marvin's head hurt. something about how… how usual, how samey this was. it was like the past three months hadn't even happened. like it was april and they'd just celebrated chase's birthday and jackie had come home with a huge cake, having forgotten henrik was supposed to be getting it, and chase had ended up with two cakes that he'd shared with the kids and even stacy when they'd come round to give them his presents. marvin remembered on that specific day they'd sat out the back and ran about like idiots for a few hours, even some of the adults. jackie had lifted louise onto his shoulders and marvin had taken connor, and they'd raced up and down the garden, stacy occasionally yelling for them to slow it down before they got hurt. a few neighbourhood kids climbed the fence to play with them, and eventually it had turned into a right party, every one of them laughing so hard their chests hurt, the heat of the sun making them all dizzy and warm. it had been such a good day. and to think that all that time, anti had been chained up in jackie's makeshift base under that shop, tortured and hurt. just the thought of that made the memory sour. why had that been better days?

"you know, everything's been so strange lately, hasn't it?" naomi said, stirring him from his thoughts. they had arrived at the stone steps down to the beach, and naomi was walking down the wall with her arms outstretched so she wouldn't fall. "ever since you, uh, found anti. like, there was the veil breaking, the resurface of the black magic people, that weird ass storm…" she stumbled, then leaped from the wall to the sand of the beach. "a lot has happened in just three months."

"yeah," marvin murmured, kicking sand into the air. the wind blowing off the water was salty and cold, messing up his already scruffy hair. "it's all shitty! all shitty. let's just… let's run down to the bottom of the beach and then go back up towards the park." he glanced at naomi, grinning. "what do you say?"

naomi's eyed flashed with mischief. "i say... i have a head start," she said, then took off running like a child, sand flying behind her.

"hey!" marvin called. he raced after her, the wind roaring in his ears, nearly slipping on the unstable ground several times. he caught up with her right as she reached the second flight of steps. "that was - that was cheating, you asshole - rematch, rematch!"

"catch your breath first, pyro," naomi grinned. they sat at the top of the steps next to the park, the grass still wet from the rain. marvin doubled over and rested his head on his knees, breathing hard.

"you're - terrible," he gasped. "swear to - god, i'm - gonna - get you back."

"pfft. you wish." she ruffled his hair, and he gave a small shriek of annoyance. she laughed at his reaction and leaned back to look at the sky, laying her back on the grass. "it's getting dark already. think it's gonna rain again?"

marvin laid back too, facing upwards. the sky was getting very grey, black clouds rolling in. "maybe," he agreed after a moment. "hopefully not for a little while."

they just rested in each other's presence for a while, warm and comfortable. "i missed this," naomi murmured. "just sitting doing nothing like this. it feels like i'm always doing something these days."

marvin nodded, yawning contentedly. "yeah, i get the feeling. so much shit always going on." he raised his hand to the sky, twirling faint strands of magic round his fingers, small and controlled. "i just wanna run around and do random bullshit again."

the wind rustled the trees, people playing faintly in the background of the park. it was a while before naomi spoke. "do you think raymond's alright?"

marvin startled. he had barely thought about raymond since he'd been taken, mostly because the memories hurt and he didn't like to think. a small stab of guilt hit him, and he turned his face, cheek touching the cold grass. "i dunno," he mumbled. "i hope."

the truth was, raymond had now been missing for almost a month, and hecate was starting to lose hope for finding him. marvin never thought he'd say it, but he hoped he'd be ok. the two of them had been really close, once. and as much of a dick as his ex was, marvin didn't want him in the hands of jackie.

"remember the day we met?" naomi said. she raised her arm next to marvin's, and several dead leaves flew off the ground to rotate round her hand, visibly getting greener and brighter as they spun. "you were running from him cause you owed him money. you ran into my shop to hide. that's how you set my door on fire, ha!"

marvin found himself giggling at the memory. "oh my god, yeah. and i was hiding under the cash register bit while you told him to fuck off in swedish? holy shit, that was fantastic."

naomi's arm shook with the force of her laughter, and she bumped into marvin, resting their hands together in the air. "i wish you could have seen the look on his face, he was raging. i suppose we have him to thank for us meeting, actually, which is very weird." she turned towards marvin, dark eyes twinkling. "that's pretty funny, when i think about it. the irony, ha -"

she froze. marvin opened his mouth as if to say something, but just licked his lips and swallowed, mouth dry. was she implying what he thought she was?

"can i kiss you?" he said without thinking. his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his fingertips, which were now entertwined with naomi's. he wondered dimly if she could feel his heartbeat.

"i'd like that," she whispered.

marvin leaned forwards, eyes fluttering shut, and pressed his lips to hers before quickly pulling away. "shit," he giggled, covering his face with his hands. "i've forgotten how romance works."

naomi laughed. "no, you're doing it right." she rolled over and bumped their noses together. her breath was warm, chocolate eyes sparkling like stars. "this is peak romance. kiss me again."

and he did.

the yelling started as soon as he got in.

"where the fuck were you?"

"henrik, calm -"

"chase, i told you to let me -"

"no, i told you not to be an asshole!"

marvin just stood there and took it. he couldn't be bothered to say anything back. really, it was amazing how quickly a good mood could dissipate in this house.

"jesus, marvin, are you even listening?" henrik cried. his face was blotchy, hair mussed like he'd just been asleep. he poked a finger into marvin's chest, face screwed up in anger. "you didn't come back for hours, you sent us one bullshit text saying "oh, i'm taken care of for the night," and then you don't message us again! what are you playing at?"

marvin sighed, closing his eyes. "i never texted you, henrik."

"- and you even think you can - you what?"

marvin winced at how cold henrik's tone had gone. "i didn't text you," he said, loud and clear. "anti stole my fucking phone. i spent the night in a hotel then went out with naomi. is that ok by you?"

henrik blinked, mouth falling open. "you - i - i thought you'd gotten your phone back! who texted us saying you were alright if -"

"don't know, don't care," marvin muttered, before pushing past henrik and standing in front of chase, speaking to him only. "i'm sorry i lashed out. i should have been more in control and i shouldn't have gotten so upset."

"no, i was being the asshole," chase sighed. he leaned against the oven, bouncing on his heels and biting his lip. "i was mad about something else and took it out on you. i'm really sorry."

marvin nodded. "well, then that's settled," he said. "problem solved. i see no more reason for us to fight anymore."

"i - what - no!" henrik spluttered. his glasses had fogged up with his anger, and he quickly took them off to wipe them. "i'm not done -"

"i don't give a shit." there was no warmth in marvin's voice, no emotion at all. "i'm done. i'll see you guys later."

and with that, he raised his chin and matched out of the room, head held high until he got to his room and collapsed against his door, trembling and eyes stinging.

he sighed softly, breaths shuddering. maybe he should have asked naomi to borrow her phone so he could message his brothers like he'd originally planned to do. to be fair, he'd gotten a bit preoccupied. a smile spread across his lips, and he gently touched them with the pads of his fingers like a lovesick teenager. well, something good had happened today. something different. maybe that was what he'd needed.

"i'm going for a walk."

henrik barely looked up from his computer. "sure. go for it." then he blinked, suddenly softening and looking up at his brother with tired, pale blue eyes. "and… be safe. are you alright?"

"mm," chase grunted, already yanking on his jacket and pulling on his boots. "i'm fine. i'm gonna - meet lucas, actually. i should be back soon."

henrik pursed his lips, nodding slowly. he glanced back towards his screen, but his eyes kept flickering back to chase, concern etched in his face. chase ignored it. he had shit he had to do.

he needed to apologize to lucas. in person. he'd already texted him, but felt like he owed him a real life apology for running out on him like he had. chase had no clue what he was going to say - sorry i freaked out when our faces got too close, i have childhood trauma relating to my sexuality that's scarred me for life - but lucas had agreed to meet him next to the train station, and chase was already rehearsing what he was going to say in his head. hopefully they could be friends again after. he'd hate to lose a friend to something so dumb.

"sir! excuse me, sir, sir!"

chase whipped round at the sudden frantic cries. running up behind him was a man with curly black hair and a long coat, freckled face pale and panicky. he stopped and doubled over, trying to catch a breath. "i'm sorry - but my - my children, my two sons, they've disappeared and a woman down the path told me she'd seen them come up here with some man - have you seen them?" he was shaking, eyes wide with alarm. "please - i can't lose them, please help me!"

chase made several stuttering sounds, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. his chest tightened in sympathy for the man; chase had lost his own kids before, and he could feel the man's panic in his own heart. lucas was going to have to wait. "i haven't seen them, i'm sorry," he said, and the man sobbed with dismay. chase held up both hands, stepping forwards. "but i'll help you look for them! they came this way?"

"yes, yes," the man cried, his scottish accent thickening with tears, swiping at his face. "i asked several people, a woman with a pram told me she'd seen two boys, black hair like mine, coming this way. i'm - i'm so sorry to bother you, oh god, i'm just so sc-scared…"

"hey, it's ok," chase comforted, flapping his hands awkwardly. "i'll help look. come on, let's see what we can find."

the streets were oddly empty. strange, it wasn't even six o'clock yet. "what are your kids names?" chase asked, attempting to distract him.

"dolos and apate," he babbled, tripping over his shoelaces as he walked. "they're twins, seven years old, my wife chose the names because she loves names that mean things. she died recently and there's been - there's been no one else to help me look after them…"

"i'm - i'm sorry," chase said, eyes scanning his surroundings as they got deeper into the city, farther away from the train station. "uh, what's your name? i forgot to ask that, i'm sorry."

"ronald," he said, getting farther away from chase as he walked faster. "i know, such a difference from my kid's names - fuck, i don't know what i'll do if i can't find them!"

"sl-slow down!" chase wheezed, clutching at his side. ronald paid no mind and raced round a corner, disappearing from view. chase cursed silently. "ronald - be careful!"

it was only when chase turned the corner too that he realized something was wrong.

in front of him was was the music shop. silent aside from the blowing wind, birds cawing in the darkening sky. ronald had completely disappeared, and all chase could hear now was his ragged breathing and the blood pumping in his ears.

"ronald?" he said softly.

a sudden, blood curdling scream suddenly rang out from inside the store.

chase wasted no time. he took off like a shot, shoving the doors wide open and darting inside. "ronald?" he cried, bouncing round the room looking for a door. there was nothing, just a small back room that was completely empty apart from a charred guitar. "ronald, where -"

and oh, shit. there was a door behind the place that had once probably been a cash register, slowly opening to reveal what looked like a white hallway, where chase could hear faint screams emitting from.

his first thought was to call the police. he dialed the number as quickly as he could with shaking fingers, waiting for someone to answer. eventually, after far too long, someone did. "hello?" came a man's cockney english accent. "brighton police, what's your emergency?"

chase quickly filled them in on the situation, all the while walking slowly closer to the white door. he felt like something was drawing him closer, calling him, even. "that does sound serious," the policeman was saying, somewhere far away. "do you know if the man is alright? he's screaming, yeah? well, that's not ideal. maybe it'd be best to go see he's ok."

"yeah," chase mumbled softly. his head felt like it was full of wool. "maybe i should."

he could hear the policeman laughing as the phone slipped from his hands.

the hallway was painted white, no doors or windows, slanting downwards to a large silver door at the end. and it was the sound of the door behind him slamming shut that snapped him out of his strange trance, eyed widening with the gravity of the situation as he realized he was somehow trapped.

"hey - hey, let me out!" he screamed, sudden panic filling his veins and making him immediately lightheaded. "no, no, no, this isn't funny, let me out, please, please let me -"

"chase," came a familiar irish accent. chase took a sharp breath, not daring to look. not daring to turn towards the source of the voice he hadn't heard since the owner of it had threw him in the air with black magic. "chase, i want you to listen to me."

someone was tapping on marvin's window.

now, the problem with this was that he was on the second story, maybe ten feet off the ground. he hauled himself off his bed, shoving his laptop to the side and blinking away his headache. he'd been so caught up in messaging naomi that he hadn't even noticed the room had gotten dark. it had probably been staring at the bright screen that had caused the problem. he yawned, rubbing his temples, and threw open his curtains to see -

"oh, you're fucking shitting me," marvin shouted. he threw his hands up in the air, staring at the man who was somehow ten feet in the air, clinging to a pipe with shaky fingers, grinning proudly as he looked in. anti tapped the window again, managing a small wave before gripping the pipe again.

marvin shut the curtains.

the frantic banging started up again straight away. marvin rolled his eyes and opened the curtains again. "what do you want?" he asked flatly, glaring at anti hugging the pipe tightly. he was pale and trembling, soaked through from the rain, nose bleeding with a bruise over one eye.

anti made a face and attempted to mouth something. marvin furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, not understanding. it was harder to tell what he was trying to say with no tongue in his mouth. eventually, marvin managed to decipher it. "you got mugged?"

anti nodded. marvin gave a despairing sigh and dragged a hand down his face. "ok. give me one good reason why i should trust you."

anti opened his mouth again, but suddenly his fingers slipped and he nearly fell, scrabbling to find a foothold so he wouldn't be left dangling in the air. his breathing visibly quickened, and he shook his head rapidly, mouthing one word over and over. marvin couldn't tell what it was, but he could also tell that anti was absolutely going to fall if marvin didn't let him in.

part of him wanted to shut the curtains and just let him go. another part of him wanted to open the window and smack anti's hands off the pipe himself. and another part of him, a much more depressing part, just didn't want to see anyone hurt anymore.

"you're so pathetic," marvin said flatly. anti nodded solemnly.

with a dramatic eyeroll, marvin pushed open the window, reaching out an arm to pull anti inside. anti gasped with relief as he left go of the pipe and tumbled to the floor, slamming his head off marvin's desk. marvin didn't move to help him.

anti groaned in pain. but by the time he'd sat up, marvin had a glowing hand held in front of his face. "this is a damage spell," he growled, pressing his other hand to anti's chest. "i've just wound up all the power based magic in my body and compressed it into my hand. i will not fucking hesitate to shoot this through your goddamn skull if you so much as touch me or my brothers at any point. i will eviscerate you. do you hear me? i will eviscerate you."

anti nodded again, eyes wide. the second marvin let go, he scrambled back into the wall, breathing heavily and clutching at his neck.

marvin narrowed his eyes, lowering his hand just slightly. "now. tell me what you're doing here or i throw you back out the fucking window."

anti didn't even attempt to respond. he just stared at marvin's lit up hand, his pupils dilated. he swallowed, almost completely unmoving.

marvin sighed and shook the magic from his hand, distributing it throughout his body again. "fucking hell," he muttered, and sat back on his heels. "hurry up and talk. i'm getting sick of the sight of you."

anti blinked and raised his hands to sign, but they were shaking so badly he couldn't seem to move them properly. marvin frowned and touched one of them, yelping. "fuck - you are so goddamn cold, how are you even alive?"

he paused, then tugged down anti's right hoodie sleeve, making him flinch. his wrist was still somehow bruised and painful looking. "how did you even do this, anti?" marvin despaired. "i'm just - fucking hell. how did you climb up in this state?"

anti's eyes had gone slightly unfocused. he didn't appear to be listening. marvin groaned. "here - do you have my phone? you can communicate using that."

anti shook his head, and marvin sighed again. "didn't expect so," he muttered, and went to get his computer off his bed. before handing it to anti, he held up a hand in warning again. "break this and you die. i'm not fucking playing around."

anti made a face and slowly flapped his hands in a circle, trying to warm them up enough to type. "the phone and also your kitchen knife got taken when i got mugged," he wrote slowly into an empty google doc. "sorry."

"of course," marvin sighed. "of course. so what do you want?"

anti hesitated before writing the next part. "can i borrow your computer?"

marvin didn't even have any words. for a moment he just stared at anti, open mouthed, before raising a hand and slapping him across the face.

anti yelped loudly and made an exaggerated what the fuck face. marvin curled his hands up with rage, digging his nails into his palms. "you - you, you - you fucking dare even -" he was shaking with anger, tears picking the backs of his eyes. "oh, you fucking infuriate me!"

anti attempted to write something again, but marvin cut him off, slamming his laptop shut. "no. get out. get the fuck out. i don't know why i decided to let you in here. get out."

"wait!" anti signed quickly. "i'm trying to -"

"no!" marvin cut off. "i don't want to hear it -"

"i'm trying to find -"

"i'm giving you ten seconds to get out or -"

"i'm trying to find dapper!"

marvin froze at that last sign. anti looked like he wanted to retract his statement as he saw the look on marvin's face. "you fucking what?"

anti shrank back briefly before sitting up again, trying to regain some scrap of dignity. "i've been looking for dapper," he signed, keeping his eyes trained on marvin. "he's nearby, i know he is, and i -"

"if you think we're letting you near him ever again," marvin said quietly. "you're wrong."

they were interrupted by the sound of anti's stomach rumbling loudly in the quiet room. anti winced and pressed his hands in on his stomach, trying to silence himself. "hungry?" marvin asked with a raised eyebrow. anti flushed, rolling his eyes. he shook his head, removing his hand from his stomach. it immediately started up again and anti hissed through his teeth, curling in on himself.

"i should… probably get you food," marvin said quietly. he still had no clue why he was doing this. why he was giving anti second chances. he breathed in and out, trying to calm himself again before speaking. "fucking hell, why am i even bothering…"

he stood, blowing air out his cheeks as he thought. "you're not staying the night here," he said firmly. anti looked like he wanted to protest, but lowered his hands after probably a second of self reflection. marvin nodded, satisfied. "and i'm not letting you use my computer. especially not for - that. but i will get you food and water and an ice pack for your wrist, cause you're really pathetic and as much as i despise you, i don't wanna find your body on the floor of a bus shelter one day. you got all that?"

anti bobbed his head slowly. marvin glared down at him. "now, stay quiet while i get you shit."

anti's shoulders slumped down, and he gestured to his mouth, making a face of seriously?

marvin groaned. "i mean it, anti. shut the fuck up. if henrik finds out you're here, he'll kill you. and i will let him. got it?"

"fine," anti signed, glancing away. "i'll shut up."

marvin grabbed the doorknob and shook his head. "i can't believe i'm trusting you again," he muttered, before opening the door and immediately coming face to face with henrik.

for a moment, neither man said anything. then henrik started. "trust who again?"

marvin's heart was racing. "uhhhh… myself?" he nodded quickly, his palms suddenly sweaty despite the cold. "giving myself a pep talk. you know, gotta stay on my toes." he laughed nervously, and he hoped anti had had enough sense to duck out of sight in case henrik peeked in. henrik glowered, and for a moment marvin was completely convinced he knew. then the other man lowered his gaze and sighed.

"ok, sure. marvin, i'm - i'm sorry i was an asshole to you. we can't keep going in fucking circles like this." he laughed softly. "not to sound like that arschloch. honestly, i hope he's suffering in the rain out there. i can think of no one who deserves it more."

marvin winced. "uh, yeah. i'm just gonna -" he gently pushed by to get down the stairs, desperately praying that henrik wouldn't look in his room. "i'm gonna make food. 'scuse me."

"marvin," henrik called, and marvin briefly screwed up his face before turning round again. the doctor was looking down at the floor, wringing his hands awkwardly. "i - i'm genuinely very sorry. i know i… didn't sound sincere before. probably because i wasn't being sincere. but now i am." he took a sharp breath between his teeth. "i think we should stop fighting. put all this anti business behind him. i think we can now both agree that anti is an untrustworthy bastard, right?"

marvin bit the side of his lip, guilt welling in his chest. "mm-hmm," he hummed, beginning to step down the stairs. "i'm - sorry too. i am. thank you for… yeah."

his heart pounded as he darted through the house to the kitchen. and as he started on making a sandwich with a packet of crisps, he wished and wished jackie had never picked up that fucking necklace.

"jackie," chase said, voice unsteady. "jackie, i don't - i don't… i don't understand."

jackie nodded slowly. both his hands were raised next to his face, covered by a pair of gloves. red hoodie, mussed hair, goggles on top of his head; he looked almost the same as he always did. but chase knew this wasn't the same man he'd once called brother. the blue of his eyes had turned a solid black, and although chase couldn't see his necklace, he knew it must be underneath his shirt. he wasn't even wearing the thick glasses he could never see without. chase took him in, heart pounding in his ears.

"just listen to me a second," jackie said softly. chase nearly sobbed at his voice. "please. i need to -"

"where's ronald?" chase demanded loudly. his eyes darted back and forth, looking for any other way out of this tiny hallway. "and i've - i've called the police. they'll be here soon."

jackie sighed, then tapped the back of his gauges. "come in," he murmured, and suddenly the silver door behind him opened up, two people stepping through. one was ronald, dead eyed and stiff. the other was a tall blonde man chase didn't recognize, wearing a trench coat and holding a bat. jackie gestured towards each of them respectively. "chase, this is rhudy. and this… this is aaron, our dear policeman. also my boyfriend."

"'ello, 'ello, 'ello," aaron said in a mocking tone, flashing chase a grin. ronald - rhudy - didn't move. just stared straight ahead without any expression on his face. chase felt sick.

"you tricked me?" he spat. "you - this - this is the boyfriend that hurt henrik?"

aaron rolled his eyes. "no, i'm one of his many other boyfriends. i'm the one he saves specifically for when he needs someone to pretend to be a policeman."

jackie turned and shot aaron a glare before turning back to chase, softening. "i want to talk to you. there was no evil intentions behind this, i swear. i just needed you to listen."

"this is where you kept anti," chase managed. his lip was quivering, and he blinked hard so he wouldn't cry. "this place, this weird b-base of yours - why? i don't understand. and why him?" he waved a trembling hand towards rhudy. "what's wrong with him? why does he look like that?"

jackie took a step forwards, just slowly. "i built this place to hold anti, yes. very high tech, but i had help." behind him, aaron straightened, tilting his head up proudly. "and rhudy is - no one important. well, he is, but not to you."

chase shook his head, fear pulsing in his veins. "why's he so… dead looking? why did you lure me here?"

"well, to answer your first question… he is dead," jackie explained, like it was nothing. "i killed him. accidentally, of course, and i didn't realize until recently. this is his soul you're seeing. i control it." he lifted a hand, and rhudy immediately followed, blank faced. jackie smirked. "like a little puppet. remember when anti was younger and always called us his puppets? oh, the sweet sound of the tables turning… warms my heart."

chase's breathing quickened, his stomach rolling. he could taste the bacon tortellini he'd eaten for lunch in his mouth again. "you - he - jackie, that's so fucked!" he squeaked, ashamed of how wavering his voice was. "that's so fucked, i - what do you want from me? answer the question!"

aaron opened his mouth, but without even turning round jackie held up a hand and aaron silenced himself, huffing and leaning on his bat. jackie looked suddenly serious. "chaser, i want you to believe me. this necklace - it's… corrupting me." his hand drifted towards his collar, and he clutched at something beneath his hoodie. jackie winced in pain, and chase's heart tightened. his brother looked up, desperation visible in his dark eyes. "i want rid of it, but i don't know h-how… i feel like something bad is taking over my mind, m-making me do things… i don't want to be like this. i don't, i don't." he shook his head, screwing up his face. "i'm so sorry i hurt you."

everything about this screamed danger. but chase found himself taking another small step forwards, lifting a hand to touch jackie's arm gently. "i knew it wasn't you," he choked out. "i told marvin and henrik. i told them. i said that you were still in there, that your magic was just hurting you - i'm sorry i doubted you, i'm -"

jackie suddenly pulled him in for a hug. chase didn't even hesitate, just immediately melted into it, clinging to his brother like an anchor. jackie was cold. he had always been so warm.

"i'm sorry," jackie whispered, voice cracking. "i love you, chaser, i love you with all my heart."

"i love you too," chase sobbed. he opened his eyes briefly, and looked at aaron and rhudy. rhudy didn't move or react. aaron was looking at his phone, bored. he glanced up to give chase a small, wicked smile, eyes glittering.

"tell me you really love me," jackie said. there was something in his voice that instantly put chase at ease, making him relax in jackie's arms, warm and sleepy.

"i really love you," chase murmured.

jackie's grip tightened on his back. "tell me you'll obey."

"i'll obey," chase said, even quieter.

jackie pulled away, smiling and facing chase head on. oh, his head was spinning. he felt so empty, his thoughts gone. "good," jackie grinned. "good. now listen closely."

he leaned into chase's face. "you're going to go straight home and forget you ever saw us, or that you came to this store at all," he whispered, voice dripping like honey, filling chase's head. he nodded sleepily. jackie smirked even further. "you're going to wait until i tell you i need you. understood, chaser? nod again if you understand."

chase hummed softly, bobbing his head mechanically. "i understand," he said flatly. "i understand."

jackie pushed him away gently, turning chase towards the door and opening with a few button presses. "by the time you've left the store, you'll have forgotten everything," jackie told him, his voice far away. "remember what i told you. i love you, chaser."

true to his word, by the time chase had gotten back out into the now pouring rain and the colour returned to his eyes and face, he didn't remember a thing. had he been planning to meet someone? he didn't think so. no, he needed to go home. go home and wait until he was needed. needed? needed for what? his thoughts screamed. chase shook it off. fuck, he had forgotten to take his meds this morning. must have been why he was so confused suddenly. it must be.

he hummed to himself the whole way home.

anti was right where marvin had left him. leaning against the wall under the window, shivering and burying his face in the curtains. marvin sat down beside him. "made you a sandwich. it's, uh, bread and butter with like, a full bag of cheese and onion crisps. i also have a bottle of water. it's tap water. and a pack of ice." he placed the last one on anti's wrist under his sleeve. anti sat up, hissing through his teeth at the pain. his eyes darted back and forth across the room, and marvin frowned. "are you alright?"

scowling, anti nodded, yanking his hand away and pulling it close to his chest. silently, he grabbed the water bottle and clingwrapped sandwich and stuffed them in his hoodie pockets, not meeting marvin's eyes.

"you're welcome," marvin said sarcastically. anti rolled his eyes and tried to push himself to his feet, managing to get onto the windowsill again.

"yeah, you'll have to go back out the window," marvin deadpanned. anti scrunched up his face, and marvin pushed him aside to open the window again. "i know, it's terrible. but like i said, i don't want henrik to see you."

anti made another face as the sound of pouring rain picked up ever louder through the open window. marvin threw his hands up at anti's reaction. "what? what is your problem?"

anti just shook his head and swung his legs out the window again. "i don't know how the fuck to climb down," he signed, glancing down to the floor below. marvin huffed loudly.

"don't care. have fun." he tapped anti's shoulder, making him flinch. "don't come back here again, ok? fucking christ."

anti rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of the pipe again, giving a small gasp of pain as he clung to it with his injured hand. marvin only watched him go for a moment before straightening and wandering back to his bed, flopping down and pulling his computer back onto his lap.

there was a sudden yelp and a loud thump from below.

marvin immediately leapt up again and raced to the window. anti was on the ground, flat on the grass. "fine!" he signed up at him, giving a thumbs up. "fine!"

he staggered to his feet, swaying painfully. marvin huffed and slammed the window shut again, closing the curtains. this time, he definitely didn't look back.

chase came home an hour later.

"how was your meeting with lucas?" marvin asked with a supportive smile. henrik had filled him in on the situation, and he was going to try and help chase as much as he could with it. "did it go well?"

chase blinked, resting an arm against the doorway. "meeting with who?" he mumbled. then he shook his head, mouth falling open slightly. "oh. oh, oh, oh shit. oh shit!"

marvin furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. "chase, what? did you - did you meet up with him?"

chase palmed his forehead, groaning loudly in despair. "i didn't, i meant - i forgot, christ, how did i forget that?"

marvin gaped. "you forgot? how do you forget - how do you - isn't that what you went out for in the first place?"

"yeah!" chase's eyes were wide with sudden panic. "yeah, how could i forget? i just walked around and then came back, i must've gotten really lost in thought - oh fuck, he's gonna hate me, marvin!"

marvin placed his hands on his brother's shoulders, looking him in the eye. "chase, bro, calm. it's ok. we're all very preoccupied, this is heavy shit we're dealing with recently. just tell him the situation." he lowered his voice. "have you looked at new therapists? you just seem so spacey lately."

chase nodded slightly, bringing his head forward to rest on marvin's collarbone. "mm. i did. i promise i'll show you later… i'm tired, marvin."

"i'll help you upstairs," marvin said softly. he knew chase sometimes got like this where he randomly forgot things; it was a symptom of depression, he knew. chase murmured something into his chest as marvin wrapped an arm around him, assisting him in stumbling out of the kitchen into the hall. he could hear henrik on a call with someone in his room as he walked by. "you just rest, drink water, feel better tomorrow."

and if chase noticed the tone change in marvin's voice, he didn't say anything. he definitely didn't see marvin's face crumple as chase fell onto his bed, drifting off almost immediately. and when marvin left the room, shoving his hand in his mouth to stop himself from crying out, he thought about how much he missed the days that henrik, jackie and jamie were all here together when chase got into states. how he didn't have to do it alone. something heavy sank in marvin's chest. he chose to ignore it.

don't cry, don't break. just deal with it and move on.

and he did.

#jacksepticeye #boop writes #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #henrik von schneeplestein #jackieboy man #antisepticeye #naomi gudmundson #rhudy o'donnell #aaron mckenzie #the fall

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The Red Queen

[A note from Fen: this was a commission piece. If you’re interested in commissioning me, check out the pinned post on my blog for prices.]

The road seemed to vanish into nothingness, an abrupt cliff of red stone severing the path.

“Did there used to be a lift here, to get to the top? I’ve seen those, they have a donkey on each end, and they go around, and the wheel turns, and -”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“They say there was a battle here once; the Red Queen stood against the hordes of darkness and didn’t falter. They say the stones of her city were stained as red as her skin with the blood of her foes, a goddess of victory using herself as a shield to save the rest of us.”

“Was that here?”

“What?”

“That battle where her city ended up red – was that here? Is that why the rocks are red?”

“Lass, it’s just a story.”

She couldn’t remember how long she’d been fighting but it never seemed to end. An infinite tide swarming over the land, up the cliffs, swimming against the current of the waterfall, in their attempt to drag her down. To kill her. To end all life in this land.

She was tired.

A creature with bat wings and three heads flung itself at her head, shrieking, claws grasping for her eyes. In her exhaustion, she hit it with the flat of the blade and it spun, end over end, into a wall. She bit back a laugh at the absurdity of it and hefted her sword again.

She couldn’t think why these ones wanted to kill her this time. She was sure they had their reasons but they all blurred together after a while.

The first time they had wanted to dominate and subjugate, and she had risen from the ranks of slaves to overthrow a society so steeped in cruelty she’d had to build it back up again from scratch.

There had been peace, once.

She’d put her sword away and gone back to the fields, tending the crop, enjoying it now it was for the good of all and there was no lash for being slow. She wasn’t a warrior, she just knew right from wrong, kind from cruel, and would not stand for it.

Something huge stormed towards her, it’s 4 arms pounding the ground to pull it along faster, knocking aside everything in its path. She waited, watching the oversized jaws that couldn’t close properly get closer, then dropped her sword, concentrated hard, and pulled a solid wall of rock up in front of it, stopping its charge with abrupt finality.

Gods, she was tired.

A cry behind her banished all hope of there being an end, and she grabbed her sword and turned, diving back into the fray.

“Why was she called the Red Queen, anyway?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t you ever listen? I said-”

“I’m not sure why. Sorry. My mind was away.”

“Away where?”

“You’ll ask anything, won’t you?”

“Well, you want to find this Queen, but I don’t know anything about her, but you won’t tell me about her unless I ask and even then I have to ask twice or even three times to get the answer. Besides, I'm bored.”

“You won’t be bored when we start to climb. And I won’t be able to chatter, then.”

“Yes, because you’re such a chatterbox already.”

“Lass.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, alright. She’s the Red Queen because her skin was red.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, the stories are all different. Some say she’s the Red Queen because she was drenched in the blood of her enemies, some say because she was an angel and that’s what angels are like, some say she was a devil that changed sides-”

“Can they do that?”

“What?

“Devils, can they change sides?”

“If we see one, you can ask it while I run away.”

How much of this blood was hers, anyway? She didn’t even know what these things wanted except to kill and kill and kill. There had been no terms. There had been no declaration of war. Just sudden and brutal violence, and once again she’d been called down from her prison of glass, down to defend the people.

The second time they’d come from afar, claiming the lands as theirs because they’d found it. She’d put her plough aside, taken up her sword, and beaten them back again. What else could she have done?

After that victory there were no more fields for her. No, this time she had a glass dome at the very peak of the waterfall; to watch for danger, and to see the scope of the people that looked to her to keep them safe. To see the scope of her failure if she couldn’t keep the danger at bay.

The glass dome shattered above her as something colossal flew through it, wings and fire and billowing black smoke.

Whatever had landed up there, above the waterfall, above her city, her people – it wanted to make a statement. It wanted to kill all hope of victory by its mere presence.

She refused to let hope die.

Her sword had broken at some point. Sometimes things were too big for steel to stand against. Her eyes blacked out as she dropped to her knees, reaching into the ground, searching for something, asking for a gift, for anything to help, anything!

The trees answered, and from the ground she pulled a scythe, the roots relinquishing the farming implement they had pulled under in answer to her pleas. She grinned humourlessly. A scythe felt better in her hands than a sword anyway.

The creature on top of the keep bellowed its challenge, its many eyes flickering from within the hellish smoke that shrouded it. At the noise, her soldiers faltered and the creatures they were battling picked up the pace, shrieking their victory.

She was so, so tired.

But she had wings too, and these were her people.

Scythe in hand, she threw herself up into the sky, casting out a cantrip to unfold wings behind her, carrying her up to the demon at the gates.

“Why are we looking for her?”

“What?”

“You said it’s just a story. If it’s just a story, why are we looking for her?”

“People need hope.”

“Won’t it hurt more if we don’t find her? If people are expecting us to come back with her and we don’t, won’t it-”

“I liked it more when you were quiet, lass.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s just- it’s complicated. It might not be her specifically. Maybe she has descendants who’ll fight for us. Maybe we can find a weapon, say it was hers. Hope doesn’t need to be just one thing.”

“Isn’t that lying?”

“Probably. But Hope believes what it will.”

Everything was in tatters. Her armour was rent and battered beyond recognition; the buildings were in ruins, and there were bodies everywhere. But once again, they were victorious.

The more this happens, the less the victories feel that way, she thought, casting her eyes around the aftermath.

When the demon had fallen with one last ear-splitting shriek, the rest of the hordes below had broken, fleeing into whichever direction they could, some opening small rifts and hurling themselves through in their desperation to get away.

She was certain now, that they kept coming for her.

She didn’t know why. She didn’t know what she’d done to earn anyone’s ire except, perhaps, exist, but she knew one thing: they couldn’t keep going like this.

She staggered down the steps of the keep, avoiding the shattered holes by luck more than anything. Someone spotted her and there was a hush, then a growing whisper, than a cry went up, celebrating the victory of their Queen.

She sat on the bottom step with a groan and a thump, definitely not the picture of grace she was sure the songs would say she was. One of her councilwomen, one eye swelling shut and one of her arms held close to her body, hurried over.

“It’s not going to stop,” she said as the councilwoman slumped next to her, hissing through her teeth as she jostled an obviously broken arm. “You really should get that looked at, we have plenty of healers.”

“Better they use their energy on the gravely wounded rather than my surface wounds,” came the reply.

“And you’re wrong; we don’t know that, not really. We can rebuild, strengthen the walls of the keep, maybe look into intra-planar wardings to prevent them from getting the drop on us-” The Queen waved her hand, cutting her friend off.

“Eva, I saw into its mind when I was fighting it.” She said wearily. Every word felt heavy, but she forced them out anyway. “While I’m here, it’s never going to stop.” Eva was silent as she digested this.

“You already have a solution, don’t you?”

“How did you find the climb, lass?”

“I don’t think I like being up high.”

“It’s ok, you’ve managed it. Rest there a while – lay on your back, close your eyes, and breathe nice and deep. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

“There was no other way to get here?”

“Talking doesn’t sound like breathing.”

“I have to breathe to talk! Anyway, talking distracts me from the climb we’ve just done.”

“Fair enough. No, there was no other way. The river is deeper and faster than it used to be, and there are treacherous things lurking in the waters, so we couldn’t cross it. Fastest way up was climbing alongside the waterfall.”

“How do you climb so well?”

“Practice.”

“Practice? You have a gammy arm and- and you’re old! How old are you anyway?”

“Old enough to give you a clip for being impertinent. Wait here awhile and rest, I need to see if I have the right of things.”

She watched from the wreckage of her keep as the city left. Eva had argued long and hard but eventually she had been forced to concede; there would only ever be more attacks. The motion had been put towards the remaining council members, and they had reluctantly agreed. The city would evacuate, spreading out to take safety in other cities and settlements across the lands. The people would be divided, but that just meant there would be more chance of the story surviving through the generations.

Eva was the last to go, clumsily hugging her friend around the splint on her arm, before leading her group towards the setting sun.

The Queen watched them all go, stood atop her once-peaceful city. As the last rays of the setting sun lit the white walls of her keep in a fiery red, she planted her ceremonial sword point-down between her feet, dug deep for the last of her energy, and pulled.

Once again the ground rose to meet her, rising above her, around her, enclosing the city. Her gardens were buried, her shattered dome of accountability engulfed, until all was enclosed within solid rock. Safe from prying eyes, impervious even to time; no-one would find her here if they didn’t know to look.

Finally, she let the rock close in around her, lifting her face to feel the last of the sun’s warmth before darkness blanketed her senses, and she released her final spell.

“Would you like to see her?”

“What?”

“Now who’s not listening, lass? I said: would you like to see her?”

“But you said she wasn’t real?”

“Did I say that? I said it was a story.”

“And stories aren’t real!”

“If I tell you my story, will I poof away into nothingness and stop being real, hm?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Lass. Come with me. Just a few short steps – watch the ledge there, it’s a little narrow – now, turn around.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Yes, she is.”

“She has horns. And her skin really is red!”

“Observant as always, lass.”

“Did you paint this?”

“I have a gammy arm, remember?”

“So she was real?”

“Seems that way, doesn’t it? Real enough for a life-size painting on the cliffs above the waterfall.”

“So… what now? Eva?”

“Now? Now, lass, we wake her up.”

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"Anyone can send me an ask with one of the titles and I’ll post a snippet or talk about that WIP!" The Acropolis, Tacet, Checklist, A Tiny Galaxy, Hearsay, Going Back, Ella Disenchanted, Making Peace, The Slashed Circle, Wake Up, Tenno, Midnight, Heliotropism, Arrhythmia, the one about Among Us, the one about Library of Ruina, the one that’s a D&D world concept. Yes, all of them. I know you wanna talk about all of them. So go, go forth and do it!

Hoooo boy, this is gonna be a long post. Lots and lots of writing snippets under the cut to avoid dash stretch!

The Acropolis - original - length uncertain - 1.4k and counting

im not ready for this im not i thought it would be yrs i thought id at least get an english degree first

omg sal whats goin on

fuckin hell whyd it have to be now i have a chem lab tomorrow

sally-tate macpherson. u never swear. ever. wtf is goin on.

ok. jess. i need u to listen really really carefully. understand?

answer the goddamn question ur scarin me

shut up and listen and this will go a lot better

fine but u need to tell me wtf is happnenig

ok. im going to tell you a bunch of stuff. not giving u advice, thats not allowed, but im gonna tell u stuff it seems like itd be impossible for me to know.

?????????????

i said shut up this is really important dont question how i know it. just go with it and figure out what to do. and dont die. bc no matter how crazy stuff seems, if u die, ur dead. here and everywhere. ok?

This is an original story coming straight from a @/writing-prompt-s prompt about a crack in a kid’s hardwood floor that they fantasized was a portal actually being one. I originally intended to write the entire thing like this, as a conversation over text, but that may not be feasible given a certain world-building detail at the other end of the portal (and the limits of my creativity lmao).

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Tacet - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 3.2k and counting

She closed her eyes again, and there it was. Hallucination? Some new science trick with electromagnetic radiation off the visible spectrum? Evidence that she was actually going insane? Whatever it was, it burned behind her eyelids in bright, incontrovertible red - and was completely invisible when she opened her eyes again. There was just the usual mess of club posters and one big one about someone’s exceedingly dumb-looking lost cat.

Eyes open, there was only Sargent Snuggles. Eyes closed, there was the normal darkness and then three lines of text where the poster had been, wavering like scarlet fire:

JOIN TBC JOIN TBC JOIN TBC

TBC? What the fuck was that? She’d never heard of any group with that acronym before. Hardly aware of the flurry of weird looks from half the other people in the hallway, she crossed the hall to examine the lost cat poster more closely. It felt like perfectly normal paper when she touched it, and there wasn’t even a hint of red with her eyes open, unless you counted the cat’s tacky pink sweater. How the hell was this even possible?

“You’re finally cracking, Bri,” she groaned under her breath, then headed for her locker. She did have to get home. Add another big fat entry to the weird shit list.

A backstory one-shot for my Blackout Club OC Briar, telling the story of how she got into the club in the first place. I’ve been stuck in the same spot for a while now, after Briar’s friend Dani explains the club to her, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the scene’s over as is. Of course, writing the next one is the tough part.

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Checklist - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 1.7k and counting

8. You still have a headache. Shouldn’t you go back to sleep and try to do this in the morning?

9. (wake up)

10. Nah, you’ve always been a night owl, and school starts criminally early, too early to get much done beforehand. It’s quiet, except for Dad snoring. Your parents are asleep already. You can stay up until this is done, and they’ll be none the wiser.

11. Your head hurts worse. It’s getting harder to think. At only 9 pm? 9:30? Whatever. You should sleep.

12. (wake UP)

13. What are you thinking? You have to read at least a little of this chapter, or there’s no way you’ll be able to bullshit your way through class tomorrow. Besides, all of a sudden, the silence feels...strange. Heavier? You can’t describe it.

14. You need to sleep. You need a drink of water or something. You need to finish this damn homework. You need to sleep. You need to sleep.

15. Stare at The Great Gatsby. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

16. Realize what’s up with the silence. Dad’s not snoring anymore. You aren’t feeling like yourself. You need to sleep.

17. Something’s weird.

18. (WAKE UP)

19. ...No. Something’s wrong.

Another Blackout Club story and another Interface Screw, as it were, this time in the form of a (very long) checklist. None of the characters have names (yet). It describes another way a kid could find themself running around at night with the Blackout Club, this time by fighting off the Song just enough to run into a club member who could wake them up the rest of the way. As with Tacet, I still need to write the suspenseful part.

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A Tiny Galaxy - Warframe - 4 chapters planned, 1 complete, 1 in progress - 7.8k and counting

Try it if you don’t believe me, the kid in the vent had said.

It was impossible. It was physically impossible. All of this was impossible. Had the Void...? Could the Void...?

The ship was at a standstill. Her mother had tried to kill her, and something had happened. She’d made something happen. There had been no holoprojector in that kid’s hand. Nothing was impossible anymore.

Jhia took a deep breath. How the heck was she supposed to do this? Was she supposed to feel something, some internal guide? Blue Hair hadn’t said. Feeling incredibly stupid, she did a quick mental checkup on herself. Nothing felt wrong, or different - but now that she thought about it…

Afterward, she would try many times to explain it, and fail every time. The best she could come up with was that once she found the Void, calling on it was as easy and as natural as breathing. She opened her hands in front of her, concentrated on that force like an extension of herself, reopened her eyes, and there it was: a riotous little ball of energy, wisps and motes of light and not-quite-light like a tiny galaxy, the Tau system in the palm of her hand, raging.

More OC backstory time! This one’s for my Tenno, a nerdy fourteen-year-old (at the time of this story, anyway) by the name of Jhia, going through the hell that is the Zariman Ten-Zero and what happened on it. This is possibly the first part of the story I actually wrote: the roll-credits moment when Jhia realizes the Void’s changed her more already than she thought.

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Hearsay - Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina - one-shot - 1k and counting

"Oh? Did they investigate further?"

"They tried. Found a few fingerprints, but they didn't match anyone in the database."

"What's the update, then?"

"Reports from elsewhere in the district of someone not in uniform carrying a Zwei sword. They're slippery, good at avoiding us, which would suggest Syndicate operative to me and HQ. Except that in every one of the descriptions we managed to get, our sword thief is a child."

"What? How?!"

"You tell me, Iona. You're the one who went to the crime scene."

"Right... Jeez, if it's a kid, I guess that'd explain why Petrov thought they weren't a threat..."

"My thoughts exactly. HQ has a fair amount of hearsay to go on, but nobody can quite agree on how old the child is, or whether or not she's with a Syndicate. Most agree that she appears to be a girl, tall for a child, auburn hair, clothes and demeanor typical of a Backstreets native."

"We got a name?"

"They've heard Yeri, Kali, Redbird, Suma, Aelfin... No one knows which is her real one, or if it's even any of them at all."

"Damn. ...Say, are you going to drink that entire pot of coffee?"

"Help yourself."

This is one of those stories that turned into an accidental AU when more of canon came out. The idea behind it is that it’s Kali’s backstory told entirely in conversations in which she did not participate, showcasing the fact that a Fixer’s fame is their livelihood and Kali was about as famous as they come, before the whole L Corp thing happened. Of course, the vast majority of the headcanons here got invalidated with a certain Ruina update, so my motivation’s kinda down on this one.

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Going Back has already been talked about here!

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Ella Disenchanted - The Blackout Club - one-shot (maybe two-shot??) - 1.4k and counting

She woke. Her stomach went through a series of panicked flip-flops as she thought something strange had done it, Dad or a little-kid-nightmares shadow beast had made noise, but no - why had she fallen asleep in the first place? Her butt and shoulder were sore where they’d been leaning on the bottom and side of the windowsill, presumably all night, since the sun was full up over the trees on Old Growth Hill.

All night. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall asleep, but she did anyway. God dammit.

As she unfolded herself from her cramped ball, though, she froze. Under the comforter she’d pulled around her shoulders for warmth, she was wearing her gray jacket, a T-shirt, jeans, sneakers getting dried mud all over the carpet.

Last she remembered, she’d been in her pajamas.

In which a Blackout Club kid’s little sister wonders where he’s gone when he runs away to the boxcar, and tries to get to the bottom of the mystery herself. Usually she’d be too young for the club to recruit, but her investigations and an incident involving SAO are more than enough extenuating circumstance. Unlike most of my other WIPs, there’s a whole outline at the end of my doc for this one.

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Making Peace - Warframe - multi-chapter - 1.5k and counting

“I…” Iksoh finally said. “Sorna, I hope you realize. I’m not into this. I never - I’m not doing this. Whatever you’re doing, I can’t.”

“I know,” Sorna said softly. The decision tore at her heart again and she almost backed out of the vent, but no. She had to go. She wouldn’t see another innocent crumple in her rifle sights. “I hope you realize. I’m not coming back.”

Behind her, Iksoh let out a long, shaky breath. “It’s taking all I’ve got not to report you right now. Sorna… the Queens’ll have my head for this. Please, please, let it be worth it. Go. Don’t let them take yours.”

“I won’t,” Sorna promised, and meant it.

Later, after her last fight for her freedom was done, on the Steel Meridian ship headed for Kronia Relay, Sorna looked out at the planet retreating behind her and thought of Iksoh. She’d just learned a new word from a Meridian soldier: vaykor tal, the defector’s spirit. Iksoh had let her go, at risk of their own life. They’d had a bit of the vaykor tal themself, even if they hadn’t known it, even if they’d thought it was just some weakness that was bound to get them killed.

“Ranre treri, duf krun,” she whispered into space, a Grineer well-wishing passed down from sergeant to tube-fresh lancer since time immemorial. May your hands be steady, and may life be kind.

This is an AU born of me and some friends wondering why in the heck Perrin and the Meridian hate each other so much in game. It’s about a group of Kavor - Grineer defectors distinguished from other Meridian members by their pacifism - who get to a Relay and start wondering the same thing. Besides Sorna (and, later in the story, Iksoh as well), there would have been Chakh, Beket, and Sydon, plus at least four of the syndicate leaders and a bunch of side-character OCs, all caught up somehow in what turns out to be a surprisingly far-reaching web of intrigue.

The Slashed Circle - Warframe - one-shot, probably - 429 and counting

In addition to their written and spoken language, the Grineer have a full language of hand signs. It has its quirks, as all languages do - be careful of confusing it with the Corpus sign language, in which the sign for “to pay” roughly approximates the Grineer sign for...a certain portion of the male anatomy. Among these is the common Grineer sentiment against those who defect from their ranks, baked into the sign just as much as their spoken words.

The sign of the slashed circle, the sedashkur - a finger drawn in a circle on the chest, followed by a diagonal line - is the highest of taboos to any loyal Grineer. It shows support for such scum as the Kavor and Steel Meridian, enough so that it forms the basis for the Meridian’s battle standard. To sign the sedashkur is to betray your siblings, commit a grave insult to your superiors, paint a near-indelible target on your back. It is an object of hatred and fear throughout the ranks.

She fears it, yes, but she does not hate it, for all her life and into her death as well. It shouldn’t trouble her now, though. It is easy to hide a language, and she burned her journals before she was called to the fortress.

This is a fic about Jhia and her one (1) converted Kuva Lich, namely about the process of said Lich’s defeat and defection, that kinda never got off the ground. Contrary to this snippet, I think most of it would have been written in what are essentially space emails back and forth between Lich and Tenno? I definitely got as far as Jhia sending an audio recording of a bass-boosted dog fart, anyhow.

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Wake Up, Tenno - Warframe - one-shot - 950 and counting

“Wake up, Tenno.”

She wakes. She is - she is Tenno, right? She is a Tenno? Her mind is confused, so full of fog and dead ends - how long was she asleep?

The voice that woke her seems familiar. She might have loved the speaker, in her scrambled past life, the woman in the purple helmet, the one called Lotus in her HUD vision. Her surroundings are a ruin of some sort. Her body is—

...what?

She can move just fine. Her fingers and arms and legs respond with suspicious ease, given how long she must have slept to be this scattered upon waking up, and yet there’s some fundamental disconnect. This is her Warframe, her body, but it’s not her body somehow.

...wait, where did the term “Warframe” come from?

A Tenno, unnamed but intended to be Jhia on my end, wakes up on Earth at the very beginning of the in-game storyline. Since the tutorial has gotten an overhaul in recent months, I may have to modify even what little I have on this a lot.

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Midnight - Iconoclasts - poem - 280 and counting

been anything smaller than been anything

never been anything smaller than

“good morning, how’s miss grump doing today? i heard about that last mission...if you didn’t sleep well i can call you in sick, it’s alright-” “oh, shut up, grey”

there has never been anything

“oh, shut up, grey” “love you too”

smaller

“love you too”

than

A very fragmented, stream-of-consciousness-y poem meant to represent Agent Black’s failing sanity near the end of the game. The words of her famous one-liner (“there has never been anything smaller than me”) are interspersed, out of order until the end, with poetic descriptions of other characters and bits and pieces of a flashback involving Agent Grey.

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Heliotropism - Iconoclasts - one-shot - 1.1k and counting

Lily, though she’s superstitious, will have none of these self-important truths, none of these semblances of certainty when really all it is is wishing on Ivory and hoping for the best. She calls for Miss Andress instead.

A stout but severe woman with ten grandchildren and a great-grandchild on the way, Miss Andress is perhaps the quintessential matriarch: nurturing, selfless, brutally honest. She is the one the people of 17 trust when they feel they can trust no one else. Lily needs the kind of reassurance only she can give, with the authority of ninety-one years and the wisdom of two sons, one daughter, and some five dogs raised under her care.

When Miss Andress visits House 4, she asks Polro and Lily to each bring an object they cherish the most. For Polro it’s his largest wrench, pitted with use but still polished to a brassy shine; Lily surprises everyone by pulling out a tiny, unloaded stun-gun, and surprises them more by not explaining it at all. Miss Andress doesn’t question it. She just turns the two tools over and over in her hands, head bowed, squinting at them as if trying to read the secrets of the universe in the scratches carved into them by time.

Finally she straightens up and sighs, pushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her forehead is slick with sweat, though the night is cool outside. “I don’t know what she’ll do,” the wise woman says, heavily, as if delivering bad news. “I just know she’ll change the world.”

Can you tell I like backstory fic? This one is for Robin, with one short anecdote for each year of her life, up to age 17 and the events of the game. It’s also an excuse to world-build a bunch, lol.

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Arrhythmia - Crypt of the NecroDancer - one-shot(?) - 4k and counting

The creature didn’t say anything, just beckoned to the shadows. Before I could move, two other creatures came for me, sending the other humans - former humans? - scrambling away in panic. One landed a hard blow on the back of my head that sent me to my hands and knees, seeing sparks; the other said “Freeze!” and I could only watch as ice sprouted from the leaf litter, cementing me to the ground.

The one who’d hit me produced a dagger from the inside of its cloak. I tried to pull myself up, to do anything at all to keep myself from getting shanked, but it was no good. There must have been a secondary effect on that spell; my limbs wouldn’t respond. I felt the dagger tear cloth in the region of my back, and prepared for the pain.

It didn’t come. The creature cut a slit in the back of my tunic, then another. Neither one touched the skin at all. I can’t really describe what happened next - my brain was having trouble computing how my arms were in front of me, visible, unable to move, but it felt like the creature was pulling them through the gashes in my tunic, but that was wrong, they didn’t feel like arms at all.

“Holy fuck,” I heard someone say.

The ice holding me down melted into nothing as the spell wore off. I jumped back up, head spinning a little, ready for another fight, only to spot two flicks of scarlet in my peripheral vision. I spun around, but they moved with me.

I think I already knew what they were. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.

You’ve already seen this one, Nick, though I’m pretty sure it was well over two years ago. It’s a pile of old headcanons, some of them now outdated I’m pretty sure, about how Nocturna ended up a vampire in the first place and a little bit about how vampire society works. According to Google Docs, I’ve been stuck on this one since March 2018. Whoops.

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untitled (working title “adult citra meets an impostor bc what is self-control”) - Among Us - one-shot - 572 and counting

“I know. You’re stuck, aren’t you?” Having well and truly gotten their full attention, Citra continues, “God, I can barely imagine. Having to take a weird-ass host whose biology might even be toxic to you, I don’t know. Needing to get to a whole other galaxy, feeling like the only way to do that is by deception and death.” “How…?”

She sighs. “I told you, this isn’t my first rodeo. One of your kind saved my life when I was a kid. Since he’d killed Mom and Dad had been out of the picture long before, he stayed here and helped raise me afterward. It’s how I learned to pronounce...a few of your words, at least.”

“You missed the ‘H’ sound.”

“Isn’t that the one that’s literally impossible to do right with Terran anatomy?”

“Maybe. You think I know Terran anatomy all that well?”

Citra chuckles. “Fair point. You let us find your buddy and fix the ship, I’ll raise Xai when we get comms back and he can try and help you get home. Deal?”

I found an Among Us comic on Tumblr, absolutely ran into left field with it to make a couple of OCs, and then made AUs of those OCs because of course I did. This one is from a future scenario in which Citra (typically orange) meets someone rather familiar on a mission with the crew of the Skeld.

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untitled (working title “library of ruina but they adopt half the guests”) - Library of Ruina - length uncertain - 1k and counting

“And what happened to not caring about others because it’s a waste of time and heartache?”

Now it’s Roland’s turn to sigh. “I don’t care about him. I just don’t want the guilt of killing - look at him, he can’t be older than eighteen or nineteen!”

Raised eyebrow. “Finn will be twenty years old in fifteen days’ time. He is a legal adult. I fail to see why this should matter to either of us.”

“He’s fresh off his first Fixer license! I have years of experience! He had no idea what he was getting into when he signed that invitation and you know it!”

Angela fixes him with a glare that turns his stomach, his freshly remade body reacting to the memory of its sudden, and extremely painful, dismemberment. “I could quite literally hold your soul in my hands if I wanted,” she reminds him in an undertone of steel. “I must do the same for him, following the invitation’s guidance, or my entire plan will be lost, my coworkers’ sacrifices all for naught. Do not disappoint me or ask any more impertinent questions. You know what to do, and what will happen if you do not.”

Look, some of the people you fight in this game deserved so much better, okay? I came up with an AU concept where if a guest willingly concedes the fight and agrees to stick around, you can get their book without killing them. Finn doesn’t die; neither do Tomerry or Shi Association; all the former employees realize exactly what’s going on with Philip after the Wedge Office fight and manage to calm him down, avoiding the whole Crying Children situation. (And then Gebura makes him collect his jaw off the floor by revealing herself as the Red Mist.)

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The one that’s a D&D world concept doesn’t have anything concrete written for it yet. (Don’t read this bit if you might want to play in my campaign at some point!) Instead of your typical Forgotten Realms planar setup, the world at large would be called the Seven Spheres, each of them different in terms of climate, geography, native species and magic, etc. The First Sphere would be the most “generic” one (to our way of thinking) and the main setting of the campaign; it would also be the smallest of the Seven, its primary continent home to a former empire of dragons that spanned most of the Sphere until its mysterious fall a thousand years ago.

Now, since the empire fell, the dragons and their children have slowly been dying out. Best estimates are that there’s only a thousand or two left in the entire First Sphere, with fewer eggs hatched every decade. The player characters enter a world with pretty typical low-level quests to start with, but every so often, especially if they engage with optional story stuff (this would be a more roleplay-focused than combat-focused campaign), they get wind of changes in the air - a failed harvest here, an unusually hot and stormy summer there, a trade war once they start hitting mid-levels.

It mimics real-world climate change in all but cause. As coastal cities struggle to contend with rising seas and, more alarmingly, wizards all over the Sphere start to notice their magic falter and wane, the PCs’ goal becomes getting to the bottom of this. And what’s at the bottom is...your typical Nerd fusion of science with fantasy settings.

The Seven Spheres are not planes of existence in the normal D&D sense, but seven planets in the same solar system, each with its own ancient god far more powerful than any god in any mortal pantheon; the First Sphere is so named because it’s closest to the sun. These planetary gods are incredibly large and incredibly alien, thinking in geologic time and concepts far too broad and slow for most sapient beings to comprehend. A thousand years ago, the fall of the dragon empire was caused by an ill-advised ritual meddling with the god of the First Sphere’s natural process of rebirth, causing said god to die without a replacement.

It’s taken this long for the First Sphere to feel the effects because, again, geologic time - a thousand years is a blink of an eye in this kind of time scale. But now the ancient earth-magic that had kept the Sphere’s climate temperate and its magicians in business is failing. The dragons, as beings of magic intrinsically, have been failing all along. And now it’s up to the PCs, up at level 17-20 if not higher by that point, to figure out how to fix the situation and find a new planetary god for the First Sphere before the whole Sphere burns to death.

#bulletnick #wow this got long #you're right i did want to talk about all of them though

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(Dad!M’Baku x Reader)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This kind of came to me from the movie Claudine with Diahann Carroll? The characters are gonna have the same sort of attitudes as the main one in that movie. A relationship that isn’t a storybook one, swept off of your feet one, but still good. Who wants that perfect love story anyway?

So, Reader is a single parent and one day in the park meets someone that steals her concentration. The rest is below...

You rub your temples as you hear the clatter of metal and plastic banging around in your brain. Throbbing pain emanates from your skull as you get up and head to the kitchen, walking over the land mines of hot wheel cars, Legos, and army men figures scattered about your living room carpet.

“Mama! I have a big race to do! Wanna see?” The gleaming, round faced, mahogany toned golden child that is your son asks.

You put on a weak but sincere smile as you pour some water to and shake a couple aspirin in your hand. “I do want to see, Xavier. Just give mama a minute to get a drink first.”

“Ok. Mama, can I have some juice?” Xavier gets up, trotting into the kitchen to the fridge.

You stop mid sip, reaching out to keep him from opening the fridge. “What did I say about getting something before I tell you to?”

Xavier’s large brown eyes widen even more as he knows what to say. “You say to wait.”

Nodding, you continue. “Wait for mama to say yes or no. Now get off the door and ask me again.” You cap the aspirin and put it in the cabinet.

Xavier fidgets with his hands, spinning in a circle as he spoke. “Can I have some juice mamaaaa.”

You cross your arms, smiling devilishly. “After you clean up all those toys in there.”

Xavier makes a stink face, coming over to hug your legs. “I want to play still.”

“I thought you wanted juice?” You ask, examining the life expectancy or the braids he’s been wearing.

“Uh huh, but-”

“Then you need to clean up your toys.” Pointing him towards the living room, you dig for your phone to double check your shopping list. “You should anyway, we’re going to the store to get some stuff for dinner. You’ve had nuggets three times this week, and probably more including daycare.”

Xavier noisily throws his toys in the bin one at a time. “Uh uh! Ms. Adams gave us fries one day, and-and pizza!”

You roll your eyes as you scroll your phone. “That’s not a balanced diet, X. They don’t teach you about eating fruits and vegetables yet?”

Xavier clangs his cars hard into their bin, annoying you to the nth degree. “Xavier, you got one more time to throw that in there ‘fore I light you up. Clean up right!”

Xavier hangs his head, braids curtain his face as he slumps to pick up each toy and put them in the tub, painstakingly slow. You rest your head on your fist, jiggling your foot as you watch him get on your nerves in the most minute ways. Xavier peers over at you periodically whenever he goes to pick up a toy to see what you’re doing but you remain unphased, waiting patiently as he wastes your time and his own. What a five year old has to have an attitude about is beyond your thoughts to grasp.

“Xavier Maurice, you have two minutes to pick up the rest of these toys from off this floor, otherwise you are not getting any juice, or iPad time for the day. It’s your choice.”

Xavier moos at your ultimatum, picking up his pace only slightly, but scooping his toys by the handful. You would correct him on his tone, but he caught you on a good day. One thing your son has taught you is how to pick your battles.

The sun was shining and the air felt warm for a change, so you and Xavier walked down to the nearby farmer’s market you’ve been meaning to try out. The place is packed with whites in cargo shorts and Columbia fleece jackets as you calmly peruse the array of tomatoes, cucumbers, oranges, apples, fresh herbs, homemade pastas, and all other artisanal, organic ingredients you could get your hands on. Xavier was not having it, doing his best to remain calm but he is five.

“Mama, where are the PopTarts? And-and cereals?” He whines, reaching for an onion on the bottom row of a stack. You swiftly stop him, preventing what would have been an avalanche on him and a hefty guilt bill for you.

“Hey! Same rules at home, apply out here. Don’t touch anything.” You smell a pear just for the hell of it. The possibilities were endless for you to make some sensible and fulfilling meals for the two of you, but you also had to think realistically about Xavier’s picky eater status and your limited time to cook during the week. They may not have had PopTarts, but you found some homemade ice cream that seemed decent enough to try.

After you put together a good looking basket full of items and pay, you head back to your house to get things started. Xavier helps you carry a bunch of bananas in a bag when a nearby park catches his eye.

“Mama! Can I go play there?” Xavier asks, bouncing on his toes.

You look to the playground area. It wasn’t very crowded and he could probably run off some energy to earn a nap later.

You fake like you’re thinking hard, making Xavier beg even more, sticking out his pink bottom lip. You couldn’t torture your baby any longer.

“Fine, go ahead. But stay on the playground, don’t go off with anybody. And if I call you cuz I can’t see you, you better come to me, ok?”

Xavier nods happily, shoving the fruit at you before booking it across the grass and through a gap in the hedges lining the park’s perimeter to get to the bright colored construction.

You take this time to sit back on a park bench, feeling the coolness of the wood against your legs and back, mixed with the warmth of the sun beaming down.

This actually wasn’t a bad idea in the grand scheme of things. You got time to enjoy nature, sit down as your child is occupied, giving the screen time a break for the both of you. And you can people watch, which is your favorite pastime. There are two white women chatting in deep conversation as you see a blonde hair girl lick a rock before tossing it to the ground, and brunette one hanging from the monkey bars falling hard on her back, head bouncing off of the concrete. She starts to scream bloody murder, but when she gets up, you assume it is from embarrassment more than pain. Her mother’s neck whips around to find her before scooping her up and cooing at her questions, asking if she is alright, etc.

Looking past them, you see a little Black girl swinging on the swing set, hair in braided pigtails held by bobbles, smiling widely as her little legs kicked to build up her momentum. Behind her is a man. And by man, you mean a MAN. Dark wash jeans that accentuated his thick legs; clean chocolate sneakers on his feet; and dark brown Henley shirt that took on the privileged task of masking the full extent of his broad shoulders and impressive chest; dark brown leather jacket.

You suddenly feel very aware of your T-shirt with a questionable stain that you hid with an old university jacket and your old worn out jeans that Xavier scribbled on once and you tossed on in a hurry. This guy looked like the last person you would expect to be pushing a little girl in a swing at a park. More like pushing you up against a wall and-

“Mama! Come push me!”

The sound of your child calling out to you snapped you from your sudden romance novel fantasy and you picked up your bag and headed over to the swing set. You tried to avoid looking at the man pushing the giggly little girl in front of him as you took your spot behind your son.

“I’m gonna go higher! You’ll see!” Xavier taunts the little girl as he grips the chains awaiting your assistance. She sticks her tongue out while gliding toward the sky.

“X, be nice! This isn’t a competition.” You say as motherly as you can, without an inkling of a sour tone.

“Oh it isn’t?” When he spoke, you almost missed your next turn to push Xavier. The deepness of his tone shook you more than you cared to admit, along with an accent you couldn’t place? You were done for.. Looking over at him, you get a full and up close shot of his appearance. His smile is youthful and inviting despite his large appearance, with the gap in his teeth you would’ve laughed but not to be rude. It just brought out your playfulness and made your brain melt as you tried to multitask.

Laughing stupidly, you say, “Well, I mean, swinging isn’t a sport or game. You just swing and enjoy it.”

He shrugs, pushing the little girl as she cackled at her speed of motion.

“Harder mama! I wanna go higher!” Xavier demands.

“You heard him Mama, harder!” He says with a slick smile, as he also pushes his child with more force. You shook the implication of innuendo from your mind as you pushed Xavier farther.

“Listen, I’m getting tired of both of y’all telling me what to do. Men, I swear.” You murmur under your breath, looking at he sideways.

“Oh like women are so easy to please? This little girl has had me up since 7 am with her tea parties and Doc McStuffin reruns and baby shark. All I can say is ‘yes ma’am, of course sweetheart’.”

“As it should be.” You chide him. Xavier’s laughter is at its peak excitement as he passes the little girl on one swing.

“I told you, I got you!” Xavier says.

“X!”

“Baba!” The little girl bellows out all of a sudden, dragging her heels across the gravel to bring herself to a stop. So that is his child, you thought.

“Yes, ọmọbinrin?” He asks, kneeling down to her level beside her. She put her small hands to either side of his face looking very serious.

“I want to be alone now. You embarrassed me in front of my friend.” She gets up and goes over to Xavier who stops his swing to. She takes his hand and escorts him to the sandbox.

You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as you snort. He looks up at you, slowly getting up.

“You find that funny?” He asks, eyebrow raised.

You try your best to look serious but you can’t help it. “Um, ahem. I mean, hey you are right. Nothing but ‘yes ma’am’ with that little girl. You are wrapped around her fingers and toes, Mr….”

He kisses his teeth, looking over at them. “M’Baku Rotimi. And maybe so. But I’d rather have it that way. She doesn’t cower from people who test her, like her daddy.” M’Baku puffs his chest out slightly for mass effect.

You ignore the twitch you feel at when he says ‘daddy’, trying to stay cool as you look away. “How old is she?”

“Jolasun four, going on 40, very mature and bossy like a certain Miss....” M’Baku mutters anticipating your response as you give him your name.

He looks you up and down slightly. “And your boy, X?”

“Xavier. Five, and every bit of it. It’s funny, he seems to follow your little girl’s word more than my own.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse. You might want to warn him about that, Pretty girls grabbing ahold of his attention too quick. Happens to the best of us.” M'Baku says scratching the back of his neck, looking at you like he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. You laugh in a way that was supposed to be condescending but comes out more like a seagull caught in barb wire.

“Oh am I supposed to pick up on something with that statement?” You ask in a challenging tone.

M’Baku puts his hands in his pockets, taking a small step towards you. “No, no, I’m not a poet, nor do I beat around the bush. You are very beautiful and witty, with a son who looks well taken care of.”

You take a step back, flustered but cool on the surface. “Yeah, of course, because I know how to do that.”

“Alone?” M’Baku asks inquisitively, cocking his head to the side. You exhale sharply, flabbergasted as you take this as your cue to leave.

“I should probably get going. I have to make dinner and stuff so…” You turn to pick up your bag and soon as you do, the ice cream falls out, along with other items. It’s condensation from its container worked a hole in the bottom of the paper sack, rendering it useless.

“Fuck!” You curse, picking up the too soft ice cream.

“Here, I can help you with that.” M'Baku picks up the bag carefully, using the other side of the bag that is hole-less, balancing so the contents don’t fall out the top. You have what spilled outside of it already.

“God, you don’t have to do that!” You say, attempting to take the bag out of his embrace.

He lifts it higher, turning from you. “Eh! I feel at least a bit responsible talking your ear off, please. Allow me.”

His eyes are sincere enough, you thought. It’s not like you watched Dateline the night before and saw something about people using children as bait for kidnapping women. You shake the notion out of your head, figuring you’re being a little paranoid.

“I don’t live far, unless you drove.”

“We don’t live far either, so it’s fine; she felt like walking today. Jolasun!”

“Xavier! Come on, we gotta go!”

“Can Jola come with us, mama!?” Xavier asks out loud as they dust sand off of themselves.

“Yeah, she and her Dad are coming, hurry up!” You bellow, thanking M'Baku again cautiously as you all walked to your place.

The weather almost felt like summer by the time you got back, kicking off your shoes as you and M'Baku plop the goods on the counter as you wiped your brow and caught your breath. Xavier and Jolasun run for the bin of toys.

“Xavier, I don’t want a mess. You can watch TV, no toys right now.”

Xavier is barely phased by the change in plans as he gets the remote, expertly selecting his choice of programs.

M'Baku puts the ice cream in the fridge as you start organizing the food in their proper places. “Thanks again. God that woulda been a mess without you.”

M'Baku unpacks the bananas. “It’s all good. You seemed a little off balance, so I figured this might tip you over if I didn’t help.”

You scoff as you shut your fridge door. “Off balance? What does that mean?”

M'Baku takes a breath before ripping an imitation of your seagull squawk with embellished eyelash batting and a hair flip.

“What? What is all of that? I don’t sound like that either.” You say, offended but entertained.

M'Baku leans on the counter peering at you suavely. “Maybe not exactly like that, sure. Can I make it up to you with showing how to use some of these ingredients you bought?”

You put a hand on your hip, pointing a loaf of bread at him. “Now you have stepped over the line. I can cook burn my own kitchen down, thanks.”

M'Baku chuckles. Looking in the living room at the kids who have gone quiet except for the TV. “I am trying to impress you, but you’re taking it as an offense. The saying is, what is it…’thou doth protest too much’?.”

You roll your eyes walking around him to see what the children were up to. Looking over the couch, you can tell they were slumped in a way that for sure meant they were asleep. Before you could confirm, you feel a sharp pain in your foot.

“AGH-” you exclaim, before clamping your mouth with you hand and bouncing back. You feel M'Baku’s hand on your side, the other holding our arm to keep you steady. His touch is hot on you, his body must run naturally warm, you noted; hands rough but gentle and careful when holding you. His close proximity to you helped you to realize how good he smelled; earthy and natural with a clean laundry finish.

“Are you hurt? What was that?” M'Baku asked, but you hushed him as he spoke, pointing and mouthing that the kids were asleep. He gets wide eyed and mouths an “oh”, letting you go to pick up the spare army man that Xavier neglected to pick up this morning.

You sat on a chair at the kitchen table, rubbing the bottom of your foot as you watch him bend over, some skin exposing on his lower back exposing how even toned his melanin is and you are thankful.

“I would offer to help you clean but you may not like that either.” M'Baku says, dropping the toy in its proper place.

You roll your eyes so deep you see your brain. “Sir, I will never say no to free maid service if you are offering, but my son couldn't care less how many legos stab the soles of my feet.”

As he walked over to join you at the table, M'Baku lays a hand daintily on your knee. “I am at your service. If that means I am seeing you for a second date, I would be honored.”

“Second?” Your voice rises as you question him, watching him smile. You are really beginning to love that smile. “Let me ask you this: what makes you assume I am available to date? That I don’t have a husband on the way home any minute?”

M’Baku looks around the kitchen. “I see no pictures, you have no ring, and if you did, I would curse him for being so lazy as to not help you with your shopping list.”

You stare at him a moment before scoffing. “You really want to cook for me huh?”

M’Baku throws his hands up. “That would be a great start! I have many vegetarian dishes you would fall in l-”

“Oh, whoa, wait. You? Babe the Blue Ox, is a vegetarian?”

M’Baku twists his lip up at the nickname. “I’m not familiar with the moniker, but I am!”

“Is that what life is like from wherever you are?”

“Kansas? Yes, of course.” M’Baku rests his chin on his fist, looking at you innocently before breaking with a smile.

Your body relaxes as you tap the table with your fingertips thinking over your options. A man you met on the playground, gorgeous and foreign man, wants to see you again and make you dinner. Without any weird vibes, bad lines, or perverse insinuations?

“Mama?”

You snap to look in the living room, seeing a little hand stretch up from the couch. “Can I have juice now?” You spring up, thankful for the distraction to go check on your son. Jolasun is rubbing her eyes as well.

“Sure thing baby, you’ve earned it. Mama will have some too, she’s kind of thirsty all of a sudden. Jolasun, you want some?” You ask, grabbing some grape juice to pour.

“I think we’ll just head out actually. It’s been good, you’ve got dinner to cook.” M'Baku answers, getting up to go over and pick Jolasun up in his arms.

You didn’t even feel like cooking, especially now when there were two broad, strong spare hands ready to light your taste buds on fire. “If you truly have somewhere to be, yeah, no problem.”

“Can Jolasun come over again?” Xavier asks looking up at M'Baku with his cup in his hand. Jolasun’s head springs off her dad’s shoulder to glare at him, making M'Baku laugh. “If Jolasun is good with it, I think we can arrange something.” Jolasun smiles, giving Xavier a thumbs as he smiles with purple juice stained lips.

“So, we can all just….meet up again sometime in the future. Make plans between us, and that should be fun!” You say informally, trying to keep things casual, no mentions of a date to roll of your tongue.

M'Baku’s eyes light up as he hugs his daughter winking at you. “Good, it’s a date. Take my number down and we can talk.”

You sink into the floor, submitting your number into his device as he asked. So much for avoiding the ‘D’ word. You all say your goodbyes then, closing the door and feeling like you can breathe for the first time all day as you plop on the couch. But you still feel an extreme amount of energy. Now you have a date to plan, but how long has it been since you’ve been on one? What would you wear? Should you buy more food for him to work with? And shit! He is a vegetarian! Xavier don’t care about not a ne’er vegetable!

“Mama, that was fun! I can’t wait to see them soon!” Xavier exclaims jumping in your lap with all of his weight.

You wince at his knees in your thighs, picking him up and lightly slamming him down on the pillows in retaliation. “Ohh! I can’t either, X.”

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Chapter 3 (thank you to all who have read this and liked it, and started following my writing blog)

She had found secret paths in the jungles of Menagerie, made up paths in the ceiling beams of her manor back on the island, even mapped out the most fun roofs to hop and ran across. However, secret pathways in actual old mansions were something Blake thought she'd only experience in a mystery-murder novel. Here she was, hand in hand with Yang, the Huntress that had been hired to protect her, and her family, and Weiss. A ball of energy, not unlike her little sister, but it was different. While Ruby was raw, speed and high activity, Yang was the sun, a flame, a constant output of warmth. Half the passages Blake missed because all she heard was a low hum of nervousness in her system. They went upstairs at a certain point, and Yang turned around with an excited look on her face.

"I almost forgot about this path. I know Weiss has a good view of Neo Atlas, but have you even seen the Aurora Borealis that hangs over Atlas?" Yang stopped, one foot up on the first step, her body turned, her left hand holding onto Blake's right. Blake looked up, blinking slowly, her left ear flicked. She titled her head.

Amusement in her voice, "Yang, we won't be able to see it with the lights on at the city."

"Pssh," Yang waved her other hand and started up the stairs, gently tugging Blake, "Says you."

"Says light pollution," Blake assured.

They reached the top in only a few seconds, just about ten steps or so. Ruby counted once when they were younger, but the exact number didn't stick with Yang. She opened the door and Jack Frost hit them solidly, his chill went right through their clothes. Blake hugged herself, her ears going so flat against her skull, they almost disappeared in her hair. Yang instantly turned and wrapped Blake up in a hug, her semblance flickered, the heat rolled off her in waves. The wind died down after a few howls, and Yang moved back a half step, holding Blake at arms length.

"You ok?" Yang' eyes a pleasant deep violet, her hair glowed then dimmed as the heat slowed. Blake could still feel the warmth enough that the biting wind wasn't a bother.

She nodded, her ear lifting just a bit. "Why are we up here again and not in the heated manor?"

Yang smiled big and wide, tugging Blake to the edge of the roof, the small lip that came up to their knees before it dropped. The manor was at least three stories high, and overlooked the entirety of Neo Atlas. With the early nights, the neon lights from the empire glowed and pulsed with life. "Ah, just in time." Yang held Blake close, to keep the poor girl warm. She nodded up and Blake, entranced by the city view, slowly looked up. A small gasp and Yang knew she surprised her.

Above, blues, greens, pinks, purples, and oranges danced against the clouds. Falling snowflakes, cold and tickled noses and ears, caught specks of color, making them look like falling Dust. Blake stepped forward, out of the warmth, stood against the lip of the roof and was caught up in the wonder. Yang was right. She'd be damned.

Yang stepped up next to Blake and caught her eyes, just a bit. Blake's pupils were wide, taking up almost all her golden irises, giving her a child-like look of wonder and awe. Yang slowly wrapped her arm around Blake's shoulders, holding her close. "See, kitten. Told ya, the Aurora Borealis."

Blake closed her mouth and slowly turned to Yang, her eyes still wide, but Yang could see the mischief in them. She went to speak when her ear twitched toward the front of the house. Yang pulled Blake into her and turned, her aura activating. She turned just in time for her right shoulder to catch a bullet. The bullet itself dropped, crushed, her aura still active, but she felt a slight pain her her shoulder. Another hit, then a third missed as it hit the roof. Yang could hear Blake yelling her name, but she was already in motion. Blake was scooped up in her arms and they were through the doors to the passage way. Yang jumped and cleared all the steps landing at the bottom of the stairs. She put down Blake and went to slam the door shut. She took a quick breath and hurried down the steps. Yang went to pick Blake up again and bolt down the hallway but Blake stopped her.

Cold hands on her burning face stopped her. Blake searched her face, if she was surprised to see blood red irises instead of lilac, she didn't show it. "Are you ok?" came and collected, deliberate.

Yang took a few breaths and closed her eyes. Angry heat calmed and she opened her eyes, purple again, "Yes. Are you?" Yang went to look over Blake but she nodded.

"I'm fine. You took the shots. I should be thanking you." Blake didn't move her hands.

Yang shrugged and took a few more calming breaths, "Part of the job." Yang could feel the blush underneath Blake's gentle caress. "Anyway," Yang coughed, slowly grabbing Blake's hands and pulling them off her face, but not letting go of them right away. "Let's go check on your parents. See if we can get surveillance outside."

As they jumped out of the secret pathways, and headed toward the room Blake's parents were in, Yang got a message on her scroll.

Rubes: Yang! Weiss's car blew up! Keep a look out back at the house. Me:Just now? Rubes: Yeah, Weiss is safe, I'm in one peace. Rubes: Piece** Me:Someone took a shot at Blake. Gonna recon Rubes: We'll be a few hours, between getting back and dealing with other stuff Me:Be safe

"So, whoever tried to take a shot at you, tried to blow up Weiss," Yang said, too calm for Blake. She put away her scroll and continued toward one of the safe rooms.

"What? How can you be so calm?" Blake kept in step, even if her steps were a bit more hurried, short legs versus long legs.

Yang shrugged, "Ruby was there. She kept her safe. Plus, this is what we do. Hunt, keep pretty girls safe." Yang turned to Blake and gave a half smile, shoulder bumping the faunus.

Blake's ears dropped, and she looked down at the ground, slowing a half step, "You shouldn't have too. It's me he wants." She stopped completely.

Yang took two more steps before realizing Blake wasn't at her side. She turned and closed in on Blake's personal space. Her right hand tilted Blake's head up by her chin, gentle. "I'm doing this more than just getting paid, Blake. I'm doing this because I want too. Plus, I get to be around you. Definite perk to 'Protect the Princess' gig."

Blake gave a small chuckle, "I'm not really a princess."

"Sure, Your Highness," Yang's hand moved from Blake's chin to brush her cheek with her knuckles. "Plus, Blake, if its you thye want, they will have to go through me. And I'm not an easy wall to get through."

Blake held Yang by her wrist and nuzzled into the hand. Metal or not, Yang felt shocks. She nearly shorted out when Blake turned and place one, small, feather light kiss against the palm. "I'll hold you to that, Miss Bodyguard."

Yang swallow her tongue and nodded, her face a perfect match to Ruby's cloak. She let out a small cough, "Shall we?"

Blake held Yang's hand as they continued toward the room, "We shall."

After a few more hours, well into the late evening, Weiss, Ruby, and Ice returned. The Belladonnas and the rest of Weiss's staff were briefed on the situation. They were targeted. Ruby brought up her scroll, connected to the hologram display in Weiss's meeting table. She logged into a network of hired swords and their ilk, and she saw that Weiss and the Belladonnas were on contracts. A few hushed murmurs and Ruby explained, they were hits.

"Assassins are coming after us?" Ghira growled. "Of course. No way the peace treaty was going to pass without a hitch."

"Plus, we know who is behind these hits. Jacques Schnee made it crystal clear he wants the company back," Kali worried.

Yang made a fist and pounded the metal table, the image of the hologram contracts warbled. "To think he'd go so far to take out his own daughter."

Weiss stood at the head of the table. Her hands, flat against the steel, curled into fists, "Jacques Schnee will stop at nothing. I thought kicking him out of the family would be enough. I was wrong. I... I loathe to do this, but he has been nothing but a thorn in this company's side and, honestly, a threat to my life. As of this moment, "Yang, Ruby, would you take on the contract of ending Jacques Schnee. In name of peace and safety. Name your price, and it will be done." The chill that crawled through the room from Weiss was terrifying. Her ice blue eyes were devoid of compassion. Hope of leaving her father in past gone, this man was a danger and, now, was coming for her.

Yang nodded along with Ruby. "Anything for you, Ice Queen," Yang answered.

Blake spoke up, "Can you see who took the contracts?"

Ruby stuck her tongue out in thought, then started typing on her scroll, "Usually not. But me and Yang have a few favors to cash in with Junior. He runs the site. But you didn't hear me say that. Just a quick message an-nd... Bingo!" Over the hologram, a symbol appeared and turned. The current White Fang logo. "Apparently, the White Fang took the contract, and Jacques is paying them double of his asking price."

A growl rumbled, shaking everyone to their core. Ghira shook as he snarled, "Taurus. That uppity brat. So him appearing and delivering the message wasn't just a one time thing."

Next to Yang, Blake started to tremble. Under the table, Yang reached over and held Blake's hand. The trembling slowed down to occasional shakes. "Ruby and myself were trained by most of Team STRQ. No one is getting past us."

Weiss nodded as Ghira and Kali's eyes widen, "I thought your names sounded familiar," Ghira said, his anger tapering off.

Ruby tapped her chin, "If we knew where they were, we could take them out before they staged another hit."

Blake tensed, her ears dropping, "I... I might have an idea." The table turned to her. "In the shady part of the city, there's a few White Fang hideouts. Nothing spectacular, bases, safe houses, the sort."

Yang gave a dangerous grin, Ruby nodded muttering, "This could work," as Weiss stood and crossed her arms, holding her chin.

"Why are you all looking like that? What are you... oh no. Even you Weiss?" Blake looked a little shocked.

"Well," Weiss moved her one hand from her chin, gesturing as she went, "I have no doubt that Ruby and Yang could take down Adam by himself and maybe cause considerable about of collateral damage. There's a chance we run into White Fang members, people on my father's lien, and any one else there. If the four of us go, we'll have better odds."

Ghira stood, "Miss Schnee," his tone low, a predator waiting to pounce, "Are you suggesting I send my daughter into the lion's den?"

Weiss stood with her back straight, "Ghira, I'm merely suggesting that Yang and Ruby do their jobs by keeping myself and Blake safe. They are accomplished Huntresses. I am no slouch when the chips are down, and Blake doesn't have callouses on her hands from reading."

The room was quiet, broken only by the hum of the different electronics. Ghira and Weiss had a small stare down. Before Ghira could continue his objection, Blake spoke up, "I want to do it." All eyes were on Blake. "I am a good fighter, plus Adam is my problem. I wouldn't be able to sit here, safe knowing these three are fighting. I want to go. I need to do this." Blake stood and held her ground, her ear upright, her eyes bright.

Kali reached out and held her husband's paw of a hand, "Dear. Even if we say no, she'll sneak out." Blake had the decency to blush, but held her gaze.

After long, tense moments, Ghira let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine. I'm glad I had the foresight to pack your Gambol Shroud." Ghira pinched the bridge of his nose. Then looked to his daughter. "Adam Taurus isn't your problem, Blake. He should be mine. I left him when I left the White fang. I threw him to the cold world. I didn't help him through the racism."

"Dad, no," Blake stopped him. "He's.. No, no more. He is a problem to this society. He will blame anyone and everyone. I will deal with him, and help show that humans and faunus can live together. With Weiss's and your treaty, we can show that there doesn't need to be anymore hate between us." Blake smiled at her father. The man beamed at Blake.

"When did you get so wise?" he whispered.

"I had great examples."

From there, a plan to attack one of the three bases Adam frequented started to emerge. One of the three was the biggest, so Weiss suggested they hit that. No small time for her father. Jacques had a few months to plan the hit, so there could be anything under the roof, from Dust explosives, armored soldiers, to even crude remakes of the mechs, such as the Atlesian Knights and maybe even a paladin or two. Weiss made sure everyone was loaded up on bullets and Dust if they needed it. Together there, Weiss and Ruby would come in from the sky while Blake and Yang rode in on Yang's motorcycle. Other from that, they would try to sneak in, but are prepared if they are found out. It was close to midnight, when they get to the point of when to strike.

"Why not go now?" Yang suggested. "Yeah, the faunus might have the night vision advantage, but, with a few, tactfully used flash bombs we can blind them. Or even get some night vision googles, you got those, Weiss?"

Weiss hesitated, "Although, I do like the sound of the idea, Are we sure dawn wouldn't be better?"

"The White Fang might be moving at this point. Two attempts failed, so either Adam is turning his ire on them or scrambling to move so he doesn't get caught. I'm gonna agree with Yang. Now might be best."

Ruby was out of her seat, latching Crescent Rose to her belt, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's move out, team RWBY!"

"Ruby?" Weiss questioned.

"Yeah, R for me, W for you, Weiss, B for Blake, and Y for Yang. RWBY, it's like dad's team STRQ. Oh man! I can't wait to tell Uncle Qrow," Ruby bounced from foot to foot.

Yang stood and ruffled her hair. Let me jut go get ready, and I'd say we'll be ready to head out in fifteen?" The rest of them nodded and they parted to prepare.

Blake followed Yang to her room, "Yang, wait." Yang turned around. Blake stumbled over her words. "I, uh." Blake looked up and all the words she wanted to say crumbled and blew away. "Um, good luck. I won't be a burden for you," Blake hurried out, nowhere near the words she actually wanted to say. Don't die on me. I like you. I want to keep you around. Is it inappropriate to date your bodyguard?

Yang gave a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her head, "Right. I don't think that of you, Blake. I'm confident you can hold yourself in a fight. Plus, I'm curious to see what your semblance is." Yang finished with a wink.

Blake swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to wet her tongue, suddenly dry mouth, "Right, right. Yeah. Well, then, I'll see you in fifteen," She smiled awkwardly before darting into her room. She slammed the door and wished for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She shook her head and started to get ready. Her father brought a sleek, black box. In it, Blake's weapon, Gambol Shroud. She clipped it to her back, held by a small magnetic bolt.

"Blake, if you backed out now, I wouldn't hold it against you. You don't have to do this," Ghira held his daughter's shoulders.

Blake smiled as she looked up at her father, "I do. I do have to do this. I will end this by my own hand and, hopefully, the rest of the faunus will see that not all humans are bad and Weiss means to do right by her name."

Ghira nodded and pulled Blake into a tight hug, "No matter what happens, Blake. I'm proud of you. You've grown into a wonderful young woman."

Blake held her father, gripping his jacket, "Thank you, Dad."

Ghira gave one more squeeze before stepping back, "One more thing, here." He held out a square of cloth, something folded.

Blake undid the folded cloth. It opened up to a purple long coat, with gold inseam. The bottom of the coat tails was the previous White Fang symbol, a less aggressive beast head. "Dad, this is beautiful."

"It was your mother's when I first started the White Fang. We want you to have it. Show the world our old ideals," Ghira stood, a stern face, but his gold eyes shown with pride.

Blake nodded, switching out a white and purple jacket for the purple and gold one. With a black crop top, tight black pants, thigh high midnight violet boots, Blake was ready.

Blake had ridden on high speed vehicles before, but riding on the back of Bumblebee, gripping tightly to Yang's mid section as she bobbed and weaved through traffic was a whole new feeling. Her stomach was left at the Schnee estate, lights nothing but blurs and streaks as Yang raced toward the old warehouses below the unused air docks. Yang was wearing a short sleeved black jacket that bellowed behind her, an orange tank top, and beige pants, tucked into knee high boots, a purple bandanna wrapped around her left knee.

In Blake's and Yang's ear, Ruby's voice came through, "We're closing in up here. It looks like they're still there, I see lights on and flashing."

Blake reached up, clicking the button, "Hover until we get there, from what I can tell, we're about a minute out."

"Uh oh. We might not have a minute." Then radio silence.

"Shit," Yang huffed before revving the throttle, pushing Bumblebee to her limits.

They heard gunshots and a small explosion.

They made it to the warehouse in less than the predicted minute. They rounded the corner to see Ruby jumping from Weiss's summoned Grimm hornet, the Queen Lancer, turning into a blur and slashed at the misshapen Atlesian Paladin. Weiss dodged the shots as Ruby went after the arm with the mounted gun.

"Get us close, Yang!" Blake shouted. Yang sped toward the Paladin before making a sharp turn, Blake launching herself at the mech. It swung it's arm and it seem to connect with Blake, but her image faded away as she appeared on the top of it. She drew her weapon and drove it into the power unit at it's back. The lights dimmed as the machine powered down and stopped moving. Ruby blurred to right below it and lobbed off the mech’s head. Weiss landed and Yang went to hide her bike.

"So much for stealth," Weiss sighed. Blake jumped down and Ruby gave a small chuckle. As Yang returned, the four of them headed into the building, the garage door open. No one else seemed to be around. Quickly, the four of them systematically disabled the other crude Paladins. They made their way deeper into the warehouse, the floor blasted out to create lower floors. "This is not up to code," Weiss grumbled.

They soon made it to a small computer room, LEDs and neon light flashing.

They carefully stepped in, and once they were fully in, the doors shut and locked. The main screen blinked to life and Jacques Schnee stared at them.

"Weiss." His voice was dripping with venom.

"Surprised to see me?" She answered back.

"You stupid girl. You really did it now. If you only kept your mouth shut and let me do my job, we would be rich! We would have owned all the kingdoms, not just Atlas!" He exploded, slamming his fists on the desk in front of him.

"You were treating people like they were machines! Disposable, nothing more than objects!"

"Please," he barked back, "Faunus are not people, they are animals with opposable thumbs. Perfect to serve!"

"You're despicable! They are people! They have souls, hearts, hopes, dreams, ambitions! You are just a bitter, old man clinging to a name that will never be yours!" Weiss screamed, stomping her foot and pointed her rapier at the screen. Her glyph glowed under her. The rest of the team were silent, almost forgetting how Weiss got when she was angry; it was rare she lost her cool.

Jacques went quiet, steepled his finger and clicked his tongue. "Fine, have it your way. Throw your tantrum. You'll see what happens when I have to punish those who don't listen to me." The screen went black.

"Bastard," Weiss cursed. Her glyph stopped glowing. She felt Yang's hand on her shoulder and Blake's on her other shoulder.

"That was well put, Weiss," Blake smiled.

"Indeed, Miss Schnee. It was humbling to hear a woman of your position speak so highly of us faunus." The team turned to see two men, in flowing robes and drawn up hoods. On had a grey fox tail, the other had fennec fox ear poking out of holes cut into his hood. From under the mask, black masks hummed to life, blinking on white with red stripes. The buttons and trim of their outfit glowed in a soft red. The one with the tail continued, "However, Jacques Schnee, though disgusting with his view of us faunus, has spoken of opportunity far greater than the peace you prattle on about."

"As well," the other spoke, "our dutiful leader will make sure faunus will be lead into ruling over pitiful humans."

Blake stepped forward, standing next to Ruby with Yang and Weiss at their right and behind them. "You're all brainwashed. Adam wants nothing more than violence and carnage."

"And if that's what get us our freedom and rightful place at the top of this food chain, so be it!" The one with the tail pulled out a dagger and thrust it into the ground. An earthen wall erupted and separated the girls, Ruby and Blake on one side, Yang and Weiss on the other. Each faced one of the faunus. "You have the pleasure of dying at the hands of the Albain Brothers. Corsac."

"And Fennec," The eared faunus drew his dagger. Weiss noticed something off about their daggers.

"Their weapons," she called, "They're like Myrtenaster! They have Dust cartridges in the hilt!" Yang readied her gauntlet and the small gun in her right arm. Weiss took her stance. Ruby deployed Crescent Rose and Blake grabbed the handle of Gambol Shroud.

"Observant. Jacques was considerate enough to upgrade our daggers. Let's see how well they do against the original," Fennec sneered.

In a beat, the fight started.

#bumbleby #blake x yang #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby #rwbu fic #multichapter #fic

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dramazones · 6 years

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Oh Wow! Im finally here with a headcanon birth chart and analysis for jamie!

i'm on mobile so I cant even put this long ass post under a read more i am so fucking sowwy but anyways a lot of this was inspired from dewmie-in 's meta posts and also i rlly love astrology so pls follow them first of all or else ur a fake fan shhfhgjsjkfkd

☀️ ♓︎ Pisces Sun ♓︎ ☀️

There is no doubt that Jamie is a pisces sun. Some of the well known characteristics of a piscean are being the artistic ones, the ones more in touch with their emotions and the absolute dreamers of the zodiac, I can assure you this as a mercury and moon piscean!

And it’s quite obvious that these traits 100% match up to jamie’s surface character being a big theater nerd, writer, poet, and as an actor, he HAS to understand emotion in all its forms! While being the more compassionate of signs, that also comes with sympathy, and maybe even empathy.

to which he expresses when he tells steven that a good story with a quality protagonist HAS to include said protagonists struggles as well, now this might be a reach but perhaps this was self projecting after his own struggles in kansas, maybe even foreshadowing ooOoOh

(“a real hero must struggle” jamie struggles living in kansas, moves back to beach city, nails his first production and gains management position @ the theater, aka his heroic ending i guess idk, then more theater related accomplishments as mentioned in letters to lars ofc)

☽♎︎ Libra Moon ♎︎☽

One of the biggest desires for any libra placement is balance, And the moon sign being the emotion sign, Libra moons desire an emotional balance as much as they do in their environment. Libra Moons can also be known as a “people person” while typically depending on the study of others to lean their own nature.

Jamie fits the Libra moon description being a sort of people person himself. Though he’s capable of keeping a friendly conversation with just about anyone, There’s also no doubt that this guy has severe anxiety that affects his communication with others along with his emotional stability (even affecting him physically). The thing is that he’s managed to keep the anxiety and his social skills much more balanced the more we see him or i guess as time passes, not one of them overpowering the other. (see venus in scorpio as to why he limits himself socially as much as he would his anxiety)

While he desires emotional balance that also comes with a feeling of frustration and defeat when things are even slightly out of balance (also a symptom of anxiety ; easily irritated/defeated) such as his improv performance in letters to lars, ending his performance within a minute after feeling overwhelmed as it started going south.

So while there are several moments of him maintaining an emotional balance he also has another side of the scale that’s less balanced (astrology word play lmao) such as a general lifestyle balance, also nonexistent for jamie (even though your lifestyle heavily affects your behavior) in a sense that he lacks of a healthy sleep schedule being a mailman AND an actor, one occurring from the early morning to the afternoon and the other job occurring at night. Probably irrelevent but its MY sleepover and Ill add as much necessary info in this birth chart reading as i please.

Im also including buddys book as an example because though it was only jamie being the faceclaim for buddy theres no denying that since historical friction theres at least some parallels between the two characters sharing the same traits (being writers, returning to beach city to prosper in their careers, being absolute drama kings)

♀️♏︎ Scorpio Venus ♏︎♀️

One of the biggest aspects to Jamie’s character INCLUDES being an absolute sucker for romance so lets get this bread and talk abt his relationships w/ everyone and his views on love uwu

Scorpio being a water sign means healing is one of the largest aspects to the sign. Healing nonetheless comes with a relation to trauma being from the planet representing death itself. Life and Death go hand in hand to define each other, ya feel me.

while were on the topic of death lets bring back the parallelism between jamie and buddy thats been around since historical friction. in the play buddy is presumed dead up until william reaches beach city. ok. so hear me out. perhaps that was foreshadowing for jamie’s traumatic near death encounter with topaz and aqua. remember how I said the water element represents healing as well as trauma??? It all kinda ties in yall...

ANYWAYS It’s safe to say that Jamie is a person that’s been through his rock bottom AND trauma already (his death if you will), struggling to live a happy, or even regular (lets face it as far as we know the only thing he came back to beach city with was sunglasses, bitch was broke) life in kansas, the abduction, its not something you can heal from overnight. While he does show symptoms of severe anxiety (to say the very least) even after the abduction he’s also grown closer to working on healing, moving on from his overwhelming fear of rejection by prospering in theater (him coming back to life if u will), and as for anything directly related to the abduction is unknown, but its very likely he’s working on moving on from that on his own as far as we know!!

which brings up the next trait of a scorpion venusian! They prefer to be a mystery in order to protect themselves as a result of fear of getting hurt for trusting/opening up too much. The first time we see jamie since the abduction is during the re-election in dewey wins, where he doesn’t seem affected at all. Yes, Jamie is a pretty open book for the most part (see dewmie-in’s analogy to in/out of the closet in historical friction) however theres also moments where he limits himself, or perhaps another side to himself, a far more passionate side…

Holding back tears during his drama zone and waiting until hes alone to be excited abt delivering his letter in love letters, playing it cool when earning theater director position in historical friction, not to mention his room SHOULD play a very huge role in his secretive side. (see brodingle’s post on jamie’s room, his casual side vs his passionate side)

the venus in scorpio (or any scorpio placement rlly) also remains a secret not truly by choice, but theyre also studying others of interest. being an actor, Jamie should know a thing or two on body language and raw emotion as he sees it.

And finally, The venus is scorpio is a devoted, passionate, and emotionally attached lover. in love letters he falls for someone easily, and even if he learned in the end love at first sight isnt real he is most definitely the type to fall easily based on emotional connection alone! Also, his fear of rejection can easily play into his love life as well. Being in kansas getting constantly rejected and returning back home out of not just defeat but most likely homesickness as well. He missed his stable job. he wants stability, loyalty, commitment! yeah ok thts all i got for now ladies!

♂️♍︎ Virgo Mars ♍︎♂️

Mars being the planet of impulsiveness, energy, initiation and “doing it” being born under the sign of doing it efficiently and orderly gives a handful of traits that completely match up to Jamie and the way he puts out his energy into the world

Jamie has been the type to not just instantly put his energy into something new, but he’s also put his energy into mastering said thing! While Mars is the planet of impusiveness, Virgo is the sign of patience, the Virgo mars is a firm believer of practice makes perfect, and striving for overall perfect, which does in fact get overwhelming for Jamie the perfectionist.

In historical friction, though hesitant, he was not afraid to critique and analyze dewey’s writing skills. And although he was anxious again to go against deweys script and use pearls version instead, he went with pearls because he desperately needed to execute his first play flawlessly. this also occurs again in letters to lars, when his improv performance doesnt go as planned he doesnt just end it from there, in fact, he still has that sense of patience to critique his cast members on stage before getting completely irritated when they dont comply. imo its important to note this duality of patience and impulsiveness because this is an anxiety inducing combination that heavily matches up to Jamies energy.

it’s also important to bring Jamie’s room back in this, because while it was creepy as shit its also FILLED with books, and has really fancy stationery meaning he is in fact a writer. The Mars in Virgo is an attentive to detail oriented person, and being a writer, Jamie not only reads others’ works, he records his own with plenty of detail as seen in his love letter to garnet. Its in his nature by now to have an eye for detail as seen in his room, his costumes, his writing, etc.

Its very likely that his venus and his mars sign do sort of relate in a sense of the way he will present himself. The virgo mars wants a deep connection as the next person but refuses to express that “passionate side” as much as others, preferring to remain casual or present a “cool exterior” which plays into the venus in scorpio’s preference for a secretive side or to remain a mystery.

lets also not forget Jamie’s mime performance in Sadie’s Song. His body language easily read as excited and desperate for perfectionism. Theres no denying he spent time and energy into his act, probably studying mimes and all lol

plus the virgo mars being an attentive to detail type of person, scorpio venus’ silent study on their person of interest and libra moon’s dependance on the study of others to learn how to express emotion when and where and how all tie into each other. Jamie depends on detail before well, doing! he is the type to not just think before acting but hes also gotten quite anxious overthinking as well!

The Taurus Ascendant is a sucker for stability, loyalty, especially to their passions with change being their biggest weakness, very fitting to Jamie. Stability is what made Jamie return to beach city from Kansas because he was not used to such a drastic change in an unstable life, doing the absolute opposite of prospering in his acting career, another big desire for a taurus rising btw, they thrive for success!

They also need a sense of security and any chance at risking that security is a big no-no for the Taurus Ascendant. Jamie’s constant fear of rejection, his anxiety before a production that could make or break his career, he desires a sense of reassurance and security that will assure him that things will not turn out as horribly as his anxiety’s (cough drama zone cough) made it out to be.

⬆️♉︎ Taurus Rising ♉︎⬆️

now, in Reunited, hes completely moved on from garnet at this point. This takes places after the abduction, the only thing that would really be on his mind rn is healing and finding peace again with himself and in his surroundings. while hes handled this healing process alone (as far as we know) hes also learned about what he wants for himself including his love life. seeing garnet extremely happy and married and all makes him defeated for a moment not because “uUuuUUhH shes the one that got away!” its because he truly desires a passionate and devoted relationship as ruby and sapphires! which brings up the next topic!

In relationships, the Taurus Ascendant won't easily break up with someone they gave their heart to. Jamie wants a partner thats going to be as devoted and passionate as himself. He needs that sense of commitment and loyalty from someone and probably wouldn’t handle something as emotionless as one night stands for example! Any taurus placement has the same desires for romance as scorpio placements to be quite honest here, im just sayin as a venus in taurus and scorpio rising lmao.

🌊 Water Dominant 🌊

Ok so the thing is heres the thing. Out of all four astrological elements, Jamie exudes water energy the most, then earth, then fire, and lastly air. He’s not just an emotional person, he’s also an optimistic person, even when he overthinks things, he continuously looks into the future rather than his past so I think its important to note he also has that “psychic” aspect to him as well as having a strong sense of someone else’s emotions as much as his own.

let me also add in dewmie-in’s post where they point out tht jamie does in fact have a literal reocurring theme with water so even if he turns out to like not be a water sun sign in canon (highly doubt there will ever be a canon bday for him lmao the entire point of this post tho) theres no way hes gonna not be associated with water coincidentally. so if u didnt read their post tldr: being a fucking buffoon in the literal rain, throwing letters into the ocean, staring at the ocean on his free time, (aka during working ours, worlds okayest mailman) cries easily, buddy dying in water, jamie nearly being killed as instructed by a gem named aqua, jamie surviving in water after being THROWN off the ship. (i added a few more btw hshfhhdjd)

so yeah thats that on that, theres plenty more planet placements than that in a birth chart but i just felt like doing the usual ones i guess :P

#its literally going on 5am as i finish this #im so sorry if this is shit hsfhfnsjkf #im not what they call a writer #but i do love to talk abt things like astrology and my fave characters sjjffj

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thoughts-on-musicals · 6 years

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The SpongeBob musical

Before I started to even listen to this I had the worst expectations, and those low expectations weren't even met. The SpongeBob musical isn't nearly beyond words, but the words that do stick out to me whenever I think of it is uncreative, confused, and boring. I heard one of the songs for the first time a few months ago and hated it from the get-go. This was a bad idea and I knew it. I saw it was nominated for Tony and was very disappointed. And the second song I heard from it was at the Tony's. I was less than thrilled. I decided I can't have a proper negative opinion about something before I've listened to it. So without seeing the stage show, I'm giving my review on the SpongeBob musical. I do acknowledge that some people really like this, and if you do, please enlighten me on the aspects that make you such a big fan, because I think there's only one song I "like" in the whole musical. Nonetheless, I went through this catastrophe and reviewed song by song, what I kinda liked and what I didn't. So without further Ado, my review of the SpongeBob musical. (I feel like that one sentence made more sense of the show. )

Here's a quick synopsis. So SpongeBob is having a nice day in Bikini Bottom, going to work etc. He meets all his friends along the way and themes the discovery of volcano is going to happen and that everyone is going to die if they don't fix it. So they stop the volcano and everything is happy. The end. Fun story right? (I thought it was stupid, frankly? So volcanos erupt underwater, I know that, but wouldn't the water immediately cool the lava down? That's how islands are made? The sea creatures shouldn't have a fear of lava, more of getting boiled alive. They could just... Swim away, but that's... Kinda addressed in the musical? Anyway. Onto it. )

"Prologue"

I really did forget the announcer was French. Kudos to them for finding a fake French accent.

"Bikini Bottom day"

So the singers in this musical aren't bad. I genuinely like all of the actors' voices. I think they're all very talented, but the stupid cartoon voices they put on made my head hurt. The rhymes are uncreative a messy. Lyrics Always balance the thin, thin line of being creative or random. SpongeBob the musical bounces back and forth between either, and the good creative parts are few and far between. The uncreative Rhymes are accompanied with an uncreative score. This song did make me laugh once or twice though. Good for that. I got some enjoyment. I do wish they could have spiced things up more in this first number. Like SpongeBob having the Bikini Bottom day little theme. What would have made it a little better for me is if the characters all had themes? Like Patrick has some Bongos in a cute little rhythm, maybe Squidward has some classical music nods, they did Sandy good with the banjo, which I liked. I wish they did more of that through the whole thing? I think it would make it better. We see excellent examples of those types of things in some amazing musicals like Les Miserables, Wicked, Into the Woods, Company, and more!! Anyway. It's excited poorly. Plankton and Squidward's voice is super, though. Like WOW. I do hate how Mr. Crabs has... Such a light voice. I wish they got a deeper one, honestly. It really sets the tone of a money grabbing crab man FOR SURE! I really cannot get over Squidward’s voice WOW. He’s too good for this musical. I give it this- it can be kinda fun. I see it too. Plankton’s voice is good too, but. He works pretty good as a bad guy. Can I have Spongebob’s little monologue on a plaque? This is way, way too silly. And apparently, the sun shines down, because they say it ten times, but I digress.

“ No Control “

Honestly, I kinda like this one. Like, it's nice. I like how menacing it is. Like, the protagonists' parts, and that’s the parts I don’t really like. PLANKTON IS SO GOOD THOUGH! The little rounds at the end are something I dig too. I do think that its a good set up for the main plot too. I also like the no control emphasis it has. I didn’t know that this musical was smart enough to do that. I just really like this song, though. That’s going to be a first and last.

“BFF”

It sounds like a song that a camp leader would make that all this four-year-olds want to shoot themselves over. The talent is good, though. Got good singers. I do think it’s not very creative. This song can’t get more repetitive. That is also a common theme for this musical. Repeating things so you get bored enough to listen to the poorly crafted different parts. It makes you think the differences are important and interesting when it’s just the opposite. I feel like this musical is treating me like I don’t know anything. I know this was most likely aimed at children, but kids have brains and can listen to a good musical. This song is just stupid. Again, an occurring thing

“When the Going Gets Tough “

Plankton rapping makes me laugh. The first time I listened to this was at 3am and I was laughing like an idiot when this came on. It was insane. I didn’t see it coming. That’s another thing. This musical doesn’t know what I want to be. It has so many different things. It’s trying to be diverse and has an interesting score, but I feel like it should have a coherent theme. Like I said about “Bikini Bottom Day”. There should be themes to tie things together. It’s weird how they try and give up at the same time. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in the writing room to see what was going on all these peoples’ who wrote this minds, But I do like this song. I REALLY LIKE IT. But the “It’s time to get lost” part is bad. they should have thought about that a little more. These things rapping unironically is good though wow.

“ [Just a] Simple Sponge “

I like the guitar riff. I can tell in the first five seconds I know this song is so stupid. Chorus you’re about to hear a trillion times. The score is OK? It sounds nothing like the rest of the musical. (Ahem. have a solid theme ahem). This is really stupid and not good. Jesus Christ. It’s the least motivational motivation song I’ve ever heard. RAP AGAIN THAT WAS GOOD AND WOULD FIT TALKING AROUND HIS FRIENDS AND TIE INNN THE MUUUUSICCCCAAAALLLLLLL!

“ Daddy Knows Best “

This was the first song I heard before I actually sat down and listened to the soundtrack. I hate the song, but the tune is way too catchy. I was looking through the youtube comments while I was listening to this and the second one was “ the shit dad trope meets the capitalist agenda “ and I thought it summed up the song. also boring. It’s uncreative lyric wise and score-wise. I want it to get 0.5 seconds faster every time it says money.

“ Hero is My Middle Name “

It’s pretty upbeat, but it needs to be more hopeful score-wise. Sandy is amazing though. Her voice and her jokes. Talent is amazing in here, REALLY! I do love the voices! The chorus is annoyingly repetitive. I want more energy to this. It’s too slow paced, but it’s an okay song.

“Super Sea Star Savior”

This sounds like a gospel chorus, which I think they’re trying to go for? I guess Patrick is Jesus? The beat is... okay? It feels very generic. I expected more from this musical this “diverse”. This is another pointless song that doesn’t really advance the plot. The talking voice of Patrick is different than the singing one, that really bothers me. Don’t like it.

“Tomorrow Is”

I’m kinda ready for the musical to be over after that song, maybe one more song and then it being over. Too bad that it seems we’ve not really even gotten into act two yet. This sounds like an end of act one song. If this weren’t about SpongeBob, it might be a bit better and worse. I don’t like how ambiguously “I only have tomorrow to succeed “ thing the first verse is. Squidward is singing in the second verse and I more than love his voice. I haven't seen any of the actual stage play, and do not intend to, but I like to think Squidward is having a little epic about himself trying to be a famous clarinet player, but it not working out. PLANKTON IS BACK I LOVE. It’s too happy. It's supposed to be more depressing, come on. I thought the music was going to change for a second, but it’s just that same tune over and over and over. I like this nice, little, last part, though.

“Poor Pirates”

Okay, I love this song. it’s good and amazing and has no flaw. I’m assuming that this is the beginning of act two! it’s halfway done!! I do like how self where this thing is. It’s a good catchy and I wish the rest of the musical had this theme. It’s funny and clever and a good thing to listen to and kinda stupid, like SpongeBob. it’s good and I want the musical to be like this.

“Bikini Bottom Boogie”

I hate this song. the little electric guitar is fine and kinda cool to listen too, but really. Didn’t the Plain White T’s write this? Where’s David Hasselhoff? That was the good part about the first SpongeBob movie. I don’t want to talk about the rest of them. it’s stupid and repetitive in the wrong ways and doesn't match the rest of the musical. Diverse, not randomness. COME ON PEOPLE.

“Chop to the Top”

Sandy is my baby. I lover her. I remember this chorus was annoying, and it is. I like that usually when Sandy sings there’s a banjo. It’s good, that’s one of the only things I like about this song. I don’t like how literal it is with how scared SpongeBob was climbing up the mountain. This thing has no subtly.

“[I Guess I] Miss You”

Is the little SpongeBob Patrick makeup. This song is annoying. I hate the pacing and the words and everything. this song really reminds me of the Bully Sized Hole song in Phineas and Ferb song. It’s stupid and can’t end too soon.

“I’m Not a Loser”

This was one of the first songs that I heard from the Tony’s and I don’t like it at all. I’m just going to skip this one because I don’t want to mess up the amazingness of Gavin Lee’s voice.

“Best Day Ever”

Okay, I think this is the song from the first movie, but Tom Kenny isn’t singing so it isn’t going to be half as good. I’ve been pretty bored since the beginning of this. Maybe that’s why I like poor pirates so much? at least it’s not boring. Also, this song fooled me at the start. I was thinking it was a new, cool song because it doesn’t sound too bad, but then it goes into the actual song. Sure, it puts a more sad tone to it, like a more optimistic thing to it-or reason for optimism. I appreciate that. It’s still a boring song, but still.

“Finale: Bikini Bottom Day Reprise”

I hated the first one and don’t need a second one. Won’t this ever end? Thanks for the recap of everything we just witnessed. It’s not like we just watched it. I sat for over an hour and I know what’s happening. I’m not five... But I guess that's who you’re pandering to.

Okay. I didn’t like it all and it was a waste of time. I have two catchy songs that didn’t go to the point of annoying. It’s clearly just another way to make more money for Nickelodeon. I don’t like it and it was a waste of time. I don’t see how anyone would pay to see this. No one should spend money on that, but that’s just me? IT’S CRAP.

THE END YOU’RE WELCOME

#musicals #spongebob #spongebob musical #broadway

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wowshutupx-blog · 6 years

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Round Face, Pt. 1

AN: HEY, so this kinda came out of no where but its been floating around in my head fo a while, so after a few shots of tequila and a long night in the kaachako tag, here she is! Lemme know if its shitty! <33

ALSO, this takes place a wee bit ahead of the anime, so SPOILER ALERT.

ALSO ALSO, this fic was totally inspired by this beautiful artwork right hur.

xxx

“Please, please pleeeease?”

“No” Bakugo declared without a second thought. He was already treading on thin ice with Round Face as it is; the last thing he needs on his damn plate is to be drug around like some fucking pet with her all tipsy at some fucking-

“It’s just one club, Bakugou! Come on! Let loose a little bit!” Uraraka wined, tugging on Bakugou’s wrist as he unfalteringly paced away from her. They had just finished their daily training session, both of them worked to near exhaustion; the sun still just barely visible over the tops of the trees in forest where they spar. Uraraka continued to trail behind Bakugou, his grip on her wrist unyielding as he drug her along with him. Having enough of being lugged behind him, Uraraka dug her feet into the ground and leaned back, away from Bakugou. Grabbing on to his wrist with both hands, she gave a sharp pulling him to an abrupt stop.

It was enough to get his attention; Bakugou tilted his head down to the obstruction stopping him with an air of rage, a look that would have made a lesser man run in fear.

But not Ochako. Not anymore, anyway.

She was so over him. Sure, he had a temper that would put the Incredible Hulk to shame, but she had seen enough of him these last few months to really know what made him tick. He has a terrible mouth and no manners whatsoever. He’s bossy, hardheaded and he’s used to doing whatever he pleases, but Uraraka knew that she could get him to agree to just about anything if she really egged him on.

Mostly because as much as he’d hate to admit it, they were best friends.

After the death of Nighteye, she had never felt so completely useless in her entire life. She had done everything in her power to help and ended up watching from the sidelines. She wasn’t fit to be a hero and it had never been clearer to her. After the dust had settled on the whole incident and she was finally able to catch her breath, the emotions from the ordeal overwhelmed her. She barely made it past the lobby of the dorms, sprinting to the girls restroom down the hall. She swung herself in past the door and stumbled, her back hitting the wall with a thud.

Unable to suppress it any longer, the tears streamed down her face, her body slowly slid down the wall until her bottom hit the cold tile floor. She tucked her legs in and wrapped her arms around them, crying for all she was worth. Everything she had worked so hard for, all her dreams, shattered in a instant. And her parents, she didn’t even want to think about them; the disappointment she would see in their eyes when she came back home a failure.

She only had the privacy of the girl’s restroom to herself for all of about two minutes before the door was suddenly kicked open, scaring her enough to let out a started scream. There, towering over her in the middle of the girls bathroom was Bakugou, signature scowl in place. She didn’t even have the energy to make up an excuse; she just waited for the onslaught that was Bakugou’s temper to rain down on her. With her head tucked between her knees, she waited, but it never came. He just stood there, staring down at her as if contemplating his next move. After several moments of silence, Bakugou finally broke the tension.

“Tomorrow, we start training” he stated, his voice disturbing the silence of the still bathroom. Uraraka’s head whipped up to meet his eyes, searching for any form of mockery. There was none. He was serious, he wanted to help her. Uraraka wanted to argure, she wanted to shout about how she couldn’t do anything to aid any of the hero’s or her classmates, but the stern look she was currently receiving from Bakugou stopped her before she had the chance. “Be in the lot past the SFJ tomorrow after school. Don’t fucking make me have to look for you.”

There was something in his eyes that said that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. His crimson iris sizzled with pent up fury, but there was something else there. His eyes held promise; he could help her. He was actually offering to help her, and because she so desperately wanted him to be right, she couldn’t help but wipe the frown of her face and nod in agreement. Tomorrow she would train with Bakugou and start her new journey.

Six months later and they found themselves here. It wasn’t easy, but they were making progress. Bakugou’s primary method of teaching was sparring. They found a spot off the south of the school, a small clearing that would manage for their training. There was always a plentiful amount of Bakugou’s profanity and more than a few torched uniforms, but eventually improvement started to show. And with improvement came their chemistry.

They spent nearly every evening after school training. After a few weeks they opted to start bringing bentos to eat, or to stop at a shop on the way home to get dinner together. They talked about signature moves and future costume ideas, where they saw themselves in 5 years or what hero agency they wanted to sign with.

They knew everything there was to know about each other. Ochako noticed how Bakugou would run his hands through his hair when he was in deep thought, or that when ever she got a technique right that he taught her, he’d give her a grin that showed just a hint of pearly teeth. She noticed that he was very comfortable with physical contact, wether it was pushing her hair out her face when she was focusing on her quirk or even just a tug on her hand for her to follow him. He had rough hands; they were large, practically engulfing hers, and they were almost always clammy with sweat. When he did his push ups, his back muscles coiled and rippled, and whenever he caught her staring, he gave her his signature shit-eating smirk.

She really tried not to stare at Bakugou, but so many times through out their training sessions she would catch he gaze lingering longer than necessary. So, she thought Bakugou was attractive, no big deal. It didn’t make any difference, they were just teammates. He was just a friend. Her very, very attractive friend.

Ok so maybe she had developed slight feelings for Bakugou, but she knew it could never go to that level between them. It would ruin everything they had built up, and she valued her friendship with Bakugou too much to risk it. Plus, Bakugou would never be interested, all she would do it push him away by flirting or attempting to pursue him.

Ochako’s mind drifted back to the matter at hand, where Bakugou’s death stare hadn’t faltered and the workings of another spar were possible if this didn’t go as planned. “Bakugou, you need to STOP BEING A WET BLANKET”

Bakugou released her from his grasp and slapped her wrist out the way, his body turning to face her full. Her hands moved to her hips, her chin tilted up slightly. Her eyes said try me, i dare you. She was challenging him, as if Bakugou would ever back down from a challenge.

“I said no, you stupid bitch. Are you fucking deaf?” He snarled, leaning into her personal space, accepting her challenge. She wants to go clubbing. CLUBBING. With ME. Did she hit her fucking head?? They were sparring partners and that was it. He had been just getting back to the dorms when he stumbled upon her complete fucking breakdown. She was just giving up after one bad outcome, and he felt like she was throwing away her potential. But Bakugou knew he could help her, so he did. Plus he would never admit it out loud, but he actually enjoyed the challenge she posed fighting him in the arena. She was smart and quick at adapting to to situations, a skill that has saved her ass on multiple occasions. Her hand-to-hand was well above average and she was also very clever at applying her quirk to aid her in fighting. Overall, he thought she’d make a good hero one day.

However, there were times like now where all he wanted to do was curb-stomp her round fucking face.

What the fuck was she trying to gain from egging him on like this? She knows that they don’t hang out like this. They were sparing partners and that’s all. They had a deal and she’s fucking pushing it. She’s fucking pushing him.

Can’t she see what she’s doing to him?

He offers to help her and she totally takes over his damn life. She’s in every fucking thought, every moment of his day. At night he would go to bed thinking about ways to push her the following day, things they could work on during their training. He would catch himself thinking about her in school, while they took test, wondering if she knew the questions he was struggling with, or if she was just as lost. While he was pouring hot sauce into his lunch, he wondered if she would eat it, or if she would pussy out and say its too hot. When they would run drills at school, he would wonder if she would apply what they’ve been working on. He would also take note of what she did wrong that way he could work on it with her later.

That’s not even the worst of it, though.

Recently he found his eyes lingering on her form. How she holds herself, how firm and lean she has become from their training. How tiny her waist is. He bets that if he were to grab her, his fingerers would be an inch or two apart at most. Her tiny waist leads out to wide hips and her toned ass. He caught his eyes lingering on her ass way too much, but she never seemed to notice.

He looked down at her, and had to fight to keep from cracking a smile. She looked furious. Her eyes crackled and her jaw was clenched as if to hold back her tongue. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun threatening to fall loose and flyaways stuck in every direction. She was covered in sweat and dirt, her skin flushed from over exertion. She had her hands on her rounded hips, her weight leaning on her right side, making her the epitome of sass. She was like a furiously chipmunk and he thought it was fucking adorable.

He was fucking losing his mind.

Ochako took a breath and stopped her self from really laying into him. If she was going to get him to come, making him angrier isn’t gojng to do it. “Pretty much the whole class has agreed to go, it’ll be fun. Please come with us?”

“I don’t do fucking clubs, especially not with those fucking losers.”

“Bakug-“

“NO, STUPID BITCH. STOP ASKING AND GO HOME.” Bakugou turned around and walked away from Ochako, making it all about three steps before she latched on to his arm and, once again pulled him to a stop. “I swear to fucking god, round face i will fucking...”

He trailed off as his intense gaze met hers, shocked by what he saw. Her eyes glistened with sadness as her gaze bore into his own; it was as if she was looking for answers in his eyes. The hurt evident in her features froze him to his core.

“Would you come for me?”

When he felt the heat rise to his face, he concluded that his mind as been lurking in the gutter way too much as of late, and immediately shook his head a few times to get rid of the vivid fantasies circling in his mind. “Wait, what?”

Ochako stepped closer to him, oblivious to how tense it made him. With her eyes still searching his she reached for his wrists and held them between them.

“For me, Bakugou. Would you do it for me?” She questioned, tightening her hold on his wrists. “You always separate yourself from the rest of the class and you never make an effort to spend time with anyone else besides me. It makes me sad to see you exclude yourself from everyone, and I think it will be good for you to get out and have some fun. So, i’m asking you, will you please come with us for me?”

Bakugou was the first to break the eye contact because he honestly couldn’t take looking at her stupid fucking doe eyes anymore. He wanted to fucking knock her ass out, that way at least he wouldn’t have to avoid the pleading look she was so good at giving him. He wished she and all those other fucking losers in 1-A would stop fucking nagging him about him not taking along to their dumb functions. He wants to tell her to fuck off and to keep her shitty opinions to herself, but he knows he can’t. He knows she’s won this one.

His jaw clenches and he pulls his wrists away from her grasp. “Fucking fine. But you’re buying drinks. Text me the place.” He states and starts walking towards the school for a third time. With his hands shoved into his pockets, he appreciates not be stopped this time and continues through the familiar line of trees.

Ochako continues to watch his back in shock until he disappears in the trees. She realises how dark its getting and decides to follow suit behind him, giddy with excitement about finally convincing him to come.

When she exits the forest, Bakugou is no where to be seen, so she continues on towards the front of the school and walks all the way to the dorms, her mind absolutely buzzing with scenarios on how tomorrow night will go.

xxx

Bakugou stares at himself in the mirror as he brushes his teeth and has to physically stop himself from growling. Images of Round Face floated through his mind, her in a short little party dress, dancing and swaying to the stupid club music. He actually did growl this time and he spit the toothpaste in his mouth in the sink in disgust. He rinsed his mouth with water before splashing water in his face and then shutting the tap off.

Stupid fucking Round Face.

He walked back to his room and shut his lights off, before finally falling into bed. As soon as he got comfortable, however, his phone screen lit up on his night stand and gave a short buzz. Bakugou glanced at the screen only to growl and slam his phone face down on the night stand.

Luxe Nightclub, 34 6th Ave. 9pm, Don’t be late!~~

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