#deathly shortcake

[nymphialamode]

Phia's Audino has taken the charge in taking care of her. I can't say I'm surprised, because... Audino. Shortcake is helping as well. This is the first time I've seen the two collaborate properly.

#🍒 ~ ꒰ . . txt ꒱ #♦️ ~ ꒰ . . zero ꒱ #♦️; rubis is uninterested. I think I am going to take him on a walk in a little. as soon as I can be assured that Phia isnt Deathly Ill. #♦️; Joking‚ joking. It is probably just a cold of some sort from not wearing a proper winter coat. #❣️ ~ ꒰ . . rosca the audino ꒱ #❣️ ~ ꒰ . . shortcake the eevee ꒱ #pkmn irl #rotumblr #irl pkmn #pokemon irl #pokeblogging

[greytongue]

hi! the gum fic?? that was so cute, i loved it!! definitely haven’t read it multiple times now.

honestly, really missing the more flirty, snarky leon from the original re4. absolute menace. my ever-growing brainrot for this man has been fed. thank you so much. 🙏

ok, ok. hear me out—i imagine og re4 leon would be the kind of boyfriend who thrives on flustering his s/o. so much teasing. he can’t help it, you’re just so cute when you blush. makes him happy. he’d probably do shit like cup your cheek, leaning in real close so you can feel the warmth of his breath. half-lidded eyes, slow breathing, you’re weaving a hand through his hair. you lean in. and then he pulls away, acts like nothing happened, just because he knows it drives you crazy.

no pressure, of course! just wanted to share an idea i had. so sorry if this is too much, i am down astronomically bad.

an: thank you so much for the suggestion! no problem at all, my friend. anything relating to leon is a job for me, indeed. sorry this took me forever, i’ve been deathly sick haha. this is also all over the place, so forgive me. fever delusions haha

cw: no smut, but suggestive stuff. kissy mwah mwah stuff, leon likes to make you nervous

original re4 leon headcanons.

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~•if you’re shorter than him, it will never end for you.

•if he’s standing beside you, he’ll use your shoulder as an armrest. he won’t disrespect you by using your head lol.

•will give you a bunch of nicknames. aka, “short-stuff/shortcake”, “lil’ bit”, “pipsqueak”, the list goes on.

~•loves getting near you/in your space, (as long as he knows you don’t mind it).

•if he needs your attention, he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or back, his thumb mindlessly rubs up and down on the fabric of your shirt.

•even if you’re just talking to each other, he’ll take an extra step forward so you’re that much closer. he likes seeing your eyes falter away from his when he does that.

•if you’re showing him something on your computer or phone, he’ll lean on close beside you. if it’s on the computer, he’ll place a hand on the back of your chair, the other on the desk conveniently close to where your (small in comparison) hand rests on the mouse.

he’ll nod encouragingly, humming close to your ear as you try to get the words out right. he’s just so close.

•he’s also known to kabedon. be on the look out for that if you’re leaning against a wall

~•will kiss you anywhere but where you want him to. he’s always asking,

“where do you want me, sweet thing?”

you’re squirming as you gesture to where you want him to kiss. maybe it’s your neck, your thighs, your lips.

•and he always acts like he’ll do your bidding. he positions himself and leans down, pausing as he moves the fabric of your clothing covering it previously. you exhale shakily as you feel the warmth of his breathe fan across the area of your sensitive skin and right as you think you’ll feel the press of his velvety smooth lips, all he does is ghost over the area and moves somewhere else.

•“leon..” he thoroughly relishes the groan of frustration you let out and he’s slowly making his way back up to you,

“all you gotta do is ask nicely, baby.”

~•teases you with acting like he’s gonna kiss you.

he’ll get all close, your breaths are mingling, his hands are on you, he might even have you against a wall. your heartbeat is picking up as he’s leaning in-

but all he does is nip at your bottom lip.

•you open your eyes and look up in disbelief, he’s sniggering and beginning to turn away, but you make quick work of him.

you grab his arm, tugging him close back to you by the collar, and feverishly capturing his lips in yours. he’s gasping into it and you’re growling in satisfaction.

•the force of your pull has him stumbling into you, accidentally pushing you back against the wall, his hand quickly splaying on the wall by your head to balance himself. his body shudders as you run a hand down his chest.

~•leon’s not scared of pda. he’s interested in you and he’s not afraid for people to know. not afraid for his hands to wander down to your waist, to hug you from behind. to let that innocent, quick peck to your temple to turn into licks and sucks at the curvature of your ear, down to nip at your jugular.

•“leon..!” you’re whining, reaching behind you to grab onto him, get his attention.

he’s humming low into your shoulder as you continue,

“there’s- hah.. there’s people nearby, please…” your eyes are squinting shut as his hands pull you flush against his back.

“mmm, if you say so.” he gives a long lick from where your shoulder meets your neck, to where it meets your jaw. it has you shivering, letting out a mindless moan as your head falls back-

and suddenly he’s gone, leaving you to struggle to come back to reality. you’re panting while you lean against the closest thing near you to support yourself on.

~•whoever gets home last, the other liked to help them unwind. help them undress, put them to bed.

•if it’s you he’s assisting, he takes his time removing your clothes. you’ll both be on the bed, he’s behind you encouraging your shirt off and once the fabric is gone he appreciates the skin of your back. his sizable hands massage at your tense shoulders, the space between your shoulder blades are gifted a series of kisses that make you shiver.

•leon always enjoys himself too much, either way. he makes a show out of it when you’re helping him.

•you’re busy unlacing his shoes, he’ll be leaning back on the bed he’s sat on, pulling his shirt over his head as he arches his back, stretching out his spine with a groan, the abdominal muscles poking through his pale skin contract with the stretch, his chest heaving with a satisfied sigh, your eyes glazing over the view you get of his throat and defined jawline with his head tilted back.

•you blink for the first time in a bit when he rolls his head back to front. you clear your throat as you finally get his shoes off, but he’s sliding a sock clad foot behind you and pulling you forward into his pelvis.

•you let out a soft ‘oof’ sound as you make contact with him, your hands splaying out on his hips as he speaks,

“enjoying the view?”

“obviously.” you scoff.

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that’s all folks, stay tuned. <3

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil leon #leon s kennedy #fluff fanfic #leon kennedy x you #re4 leon #og re4 leon #2005 re4 #re4 x reader #re4 #resident evil x reader #leon x reader #headcanons #resident evil headcanons

[solisaureus]

Okay So

- Hazel and Nico will each give the other the bigger half when splitting food

- Hazel and Nico often shared a bed on the argo ii

- Bianca was goth first

- All of them have freaky good vision in the dark

-Hazel forgets to blink or breathe sometimes, and often creeps people out. Either her body is used to being dead or she got a new one on being resurrected but her mind hasn't caught up yet. Both creepy options. Scary Hazel Rights.

- she also needs a heavy weight on top of her her be able to sleep. She doesn't like this about herself.

- Nico has ringbinders full of mythomagic cards which he reorganises by a new theme every morning. He also has metaphorical binders full of autism.

- I was gonna put a Maria one here but I could go on about Maria di Angelo for a decade and not be done

- Hazel like my little pony and strawberry shortcake

- Hazel draws a lot of fanart

- Nico has his own special set of black scrubs for helping in the infirmary

- Nico knits (mostly socks), Will crochets (mostly blankets). They both learnt from their mothers.

- Will and Nico go vintage shopping together. Nico likes collecting vintage toys.

- Nico refers to himself as "a homosexual" exclusively I don't care that canon says otherwise canon lied

- Will breeds maggots and leeches for uuuhhh.... medical purposes....

- Nico styles his hair deliberately in a bats nest. Hazel doesn't know that this is deliberate and thinks he is just scruffy.

- Hazel plucks Nico's monobrow realtrue canon feature as an experiment. Will cried seeing his boyfriend with 2 (two!!) Eyebrows.

- the only person will has acted jealous around is pranjal. Nico isn't sure if it's the boyfriend kind of jealousy or some weird healer envy (it's both)

There's probably more knocking about in between my skull and my one brain cell but I am a sleepy boy \(°○°)/

THESE ARE AMAZING i'm so here for scary hazel. i always hated the whole "nico is creepy and deathly while hazel is warm and soft" thing like....hazel is literally an undead child of pluto let her be creepy too?!?! i love the hc that she forgets to breathe and blink. sooo good

also yessss i also hc that children of hades/pluto can see in the dark

will would absolutely 100% acquire goth black scrubs for nico. hed give them to nico as a gift and nico would hold back tears cus he loves them so much

also the idea that nico deliberately styles his hair to look Like That is so accurate and such a 15 year old emo kid thing to do. i feel so seen rn. skjdhfkj will seeing nico with two eyebrows and like gently touching the plucked part like "who hurt you"

#i like that nico calls himself gay though personally. when i read him calling himself gay for the first time i did scream for joy #ask #heresronnie21

[pudgy-planets]

Crrraaaaaaappppp.

Normally when weary peasants beg or plead for food she either mocks, condescends, or outright laughs and has them evicted from her throne-room.

Attempting to nab food of any kind under her curled-up nose would be futile as you’d be punished and likely ‘executed’ on the spot, in front of your family as a deathly warning.

But imagine if instead of outright punishing them for treason… she has a brilliant idea:

“You’ve committed a grave crime against me and my lands, insect… Ohohoho~ You want to eat? Then by all means, you shall devour~”

Snaps her pudgy fingers and the amazonian guards whisk the unfortunate peasant towards the dungeons, locking them within a spacious prison by their lonesome. No windows. Just… a high quality cell with clean floors, insulation, and lighting.

As the peasant lies in wait of their inevitable fate, servants with domes of gourmet food, a smorgasbord beyond their wildest imaginations is seated in front of them, placed within grabbing range and inside of their voluminous prison.

Their mouth watering and reaching for a single crumb of that charred, sizzled meat… the queen herself, carried on her luxurious palanquin enters the catacombs… watching the imprisoned fool and chuckles venomously.

“Go on… there’s no hitches or wizardry to your eternal punishment. You attempted to steal, and desired to feed yourself and your family… and so, you shall eat. And eat… And eat.”

“You will learn proper respect… You will learn what happens to those who act out against my dictations. You will eat. And when you’ve had enough, you will continue to eat… You’ve no one to blame but yourself.”

She stares down the horrified peasant, who looks back at the food and the lounging queen fanning herself as her visibly guards struggle to hold her immensity. What choice did they have? Succumb to starvation or feast? Become obedient and eat whenever irresistible platters of food enter their line of sight or nostrils…

But that’s all you can do. You’d eat… you’d outgrow your clothing over time, with fresh garbs constantly provided for you once in tatters. Three meals… or rather buffets every day. You were instructed to eat every last bite, not a crumb to remain. Failing to do so would get you in deep trouble… with the Queen herself personally attending to your reconditioning.

“My little glutton didn’t want to finish their food? You’re too full? On the VERGE of bursting~?”

An enormous arm and gloved hand reach out, squishy digits squeezing your fattened cheeks and chins like stress balls.

“Every day, you’ve eaten every single bite of food put in front of your putrid lips, why? Not because you’re incapable of exhibiting conscious restraint, but because that’s all you’re good for. You enjoy this, don’t you~? If I put even a slice of delectable cake just beyond your reach, you’d writhe and squirm, desperately grasping for that yummy pastry.”

As she waddle-stomps a few steps back… the entire room shaking and creaking from her weight, the ‘torture room’ doors fling open and a mild-mannered servant comes rushing in…

On a table, outside of the range of your greedy mitts, a single slice of strawberry shortcake is gently unveiled. The mere sight making your stomach rumble and mouth salivate. All while the Queen watches with unbridled amusement.

You try to reach out for it, you claw the air and exhaust yourself after mere minutes of struggling against the restraints. A caustic cackle escapes your royal thickness highness, gloved finger to her lips.

“What’s the matter? You can’t swindle it, like you did the food from the kitchens from months prior~? Are those belts too tight? If you were several hundred pounds lighter, you’d be able to escape those bunds with ease~ But alas, you’re own blatant lack of basic control has led you here… You wanted this. You could’ve easily chosen to not eat. But you did~”

Sashaying those castle-toppling hips towards you, she grabs the cake slice you salivated over and devours it in a single bite, reveling in the defeat and despair oozing from your eyes. Wiping her lips, she glares.

“Let this be a lesson. Pain and suffering are an excellent motivator~” Snapping her pudgy fingers, the binds loosen and guards rush to transport you back to your cell…

“HALT. I have one more thing to say to our petite prisoner!” The tall guards cease their momentum, turning about to engage eye contact between you and the tyrannical, titanic ruler. “You’d best make room… because it’s time for lunch~”

#mun says things #this is dumb I know but I’m coping #like wldkksskks not sure about y’all- but this isn’t too good-

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 50 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

A week later

I wake up to my mate sleeping peacefully besides me, arms secure around my body as his chest heaves in long breaths.

I just gaze at him for a minute, admiring how devastatingly handsome he is.

My heart can't take it.

How did someone like me get someone like him?

A loving, considerate mate who would do anything to protect me.

I can't believe how blessed I am.

I sometimes question if I even deserve it.

With a content sigh, I lift a hand to cup the side of his face, overcome by warm and fuzzy feelings.

I smile, leaning over to kiss him all over.

His forehead, his cheeks, his chin, everywhere.

I just love him so much.

He wakes up in a few moments, instantly pulling me on top of him as I giggle, kissing his nose.

"Can I wake up like this every day?" he murmurs, morning voice thick and deep.

I caress his cheek affectionately, giving him one last soft kiss on the lips before I squirm out of his grip, getting out of bed as I check the clock.

"Shoot. It's already 7:15. I have to get ready."

Daemon puts his hands behind his head, relaxing back against the pillows as he gives me a lazy smirk, eyes trailing down my figure.

"I think you're forgetting something, shortcake," he says in amusement and I look down, realizing I'm butt naked.

I flush, turning away from him to go to the closet and get some clothes.

"Don't mind this view, either. I wanna take a bite out of that ass," I grab a shirt from the closet, throwing it at him.

"Naughty Alpha," I scold, not able to help the smile that comes to my lips.

"Come over here and I'll show you just how naughty I can be."

An hour and a half later Daemon's fucked me twice and now I'm thoroughly late to school.

I walk into school a mess, my hair still in its bed head form and I'm wearing a long sleeve turtle neck to hide the old and fresh marks Daemon left all over me.

My legs are also still shaking from how hard we did it.

Let's just say a newly established mate-bond makes a couple... insatiable.

At least in our case.

It doesn't matter if it's the morning or middle of the night.

I'm always ready for him and he's always eager to take me.

Means I've had to get used to how freaking big he is.

Thankfully, he can get inside me more easily now but it's still pretty hard if I'm not in heat.

Curse his giant-ness.

But it feels so good I don't mind it even if I can't walk properly afterwards.

It's also made Daemon deathly possessive of me, if he wasn't already.

Letting me go off to school without him is already a big challenge for him.

Even Lucien can't really go near me right now or Daemon will go all protective alpha mode on him.

Along with the possessiveness comes the need for contact.

When we're together, we can't keep our hands off each other. It's like a constant pull between us.

I feel like I'll go crazy if I'm away from him for more than a few hours.

He's the same. Being wanted so much feels amazing.

I trudge across the cafeteria to wear our group sits, Lylah taking one look at me, a smirk coming to her face.

"Announcing it to the world you got railed this morning?"

I go bright red, clenching my fists.

"Lylah."

Everyone at the table is looking at me now.

How embarrassing.

Jay awkwardly looks down.

"You're two hours late babes. And what the hell are you wearing? It's freaking summer," she laughs and I just plop down beside her with a huff.

"He's a beast," is all I say, causing Wren and Lylah to squeal and giggle.

It's a few days later and it's the day of the long awaited play for our theater class.

Now that Theo's been locked up in the pack asylum, I can finally go back to focusing on normal life things.

The school year is almost over and I want to make the most of it.

I'm probably gonna have to take a few summer classes to actually graduate, but everything is looking up.

I'm even interviewing to work at a coffee shop soon.

I told Daemon that it's because I want job experience but the truth is that I feel overwhelmingly guilty that he pays for everything.

The house, our food, basically all my stuff, as well.

Not like I have any parents to give me an allowance.

I mean, Lucien would but that would also make me feel guilty.

So I decided that getting a part time job is a good option.

I know Daemon has more than enough to support us, I just can't help but feel that responsibility to pitch in.

"You excited for the play?" Jay jerks me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah...but I feel like we didn't really get given major roles. I mean, not that I'd want one, anyway," I sigh.

If only I had more confidence.

"Hey, backstage workers are just as important as actors," he reassures me. "And what would they do without me?"

"You're a tree," I laugh, shaking my head.

"They wouldn't be breathing, how about that? No more carbon monoxide for them."

"There are so many things about what you just said that make no sense," I roll my eyes.

Before Jay can say anything else, a brute force suddenly knocks into me and I nearly fall over, if Jay weren't there to grab my shoulders and steady me.

We both look toward the perpetrator.

"Watch it, runt," Trent spits, causing Jay to growl.

"Fuck off," Jay glares at him but Trent only ignores him, sauntering off like the stupid troll he is.

"He's so annoying," I huff, crossing my arms. "I should threaten him with Daemon. Then he'd think twice about messing with us."

Jay looks unhappy, scratching his neck as he avoids eye contact with me.

"I... can still protect you from him, you know. I mean, I know I was never able to get him expelled like I said I would..."

"It's alright, really. The proof that he was the one that dropped that sandbag is probably long gone, anyways."

Jay doesn't really say anything more on the topic after that and I suspect he feels bad for not being able to do more about Trent.

But there's nothing I can really do to make him feel better.

I'm backstage, my stomach full of nervous butterflies.

It's not like there's much to be scared of but big events always give me anxiety.

The play has already started but we're not even half way through.

"Ash. Ash," I hear Ms. Harlow calling me from the changing room.

I turn as she approaches, my palms sweaty.

What's happening?

"Ash, our actor for the peasant boy is sick and the understudy just hurt his leg. You studied the lines, right? I need you to do it."

My eyes go wide, my stomach plummeting.

"M-Ms. Harlow... I don't think..."

"Nonsense, sweetie. You can do it," she aggressively smiles at me, wrapping a brown shawl around me for the costume.

I shake my head, looking around for help but what I see is Trent in the corner, smirking with his arms crossed.

I immediately know how the other understudy 'hurt his leg.'

Trent was behind it.

All because he knows I've never had it in me to perform and he wants to humiliate me.

But I have no time to confront him because Ms. Harlow is ushering me past the curtains and before I can stop her she's pushing me out onto the stage.

I stumble out, blinking in the harsh overhead lights.

I freeze in place, taking in the giant audience watching me.

Expecting me to play my part.

But it's like my mouth is filled with cotton.

I can't breathe.

I try to speak but my throat closes up.

"So fucking pathetic," I hear my stepfather's voice in my head, "You think you even begin to compare with your classmates? You're never going to be anything more than a worthless runt who was locked in a cellar half his life."

I shake my head, trying to push him out of it but I can't and it's like there's a roaring in my ears...his horrible voice, all the things he did to destroy my sense of self-worth and confidence and the way I was tortured at his hands.

I don't know how long I've been standing up here, over a hundred people watching me as I make a fool of myself.

But I can't do it anymore.

I shake my head, blinking back tears.

"I-I'm sorry," I rasp out, probably too quiet for anyone to even hear me.

And then I'm fleeing the stage, pushing past my teacher and all the other students trying to ask me what's wrong.

I couldn't tell them.

None of them would understand.

Only Daemon but he's working tonight.

[bridgyrose]

I have become trash for this ship so uh maybe when you have some time i could be granted some more Quiet Cookie Crooks?

Ruby relaxed for a moment while cuddling between Blake and Neo, smiling. “See? This is just great! Just the three of us, relaxing and cuddling.” 

Blake nodded and she held her girlfriend close. “Okay, maybe you’re right that Neo and I get a little… out of control with our desires.” 

Neo frowned a bit at Blake’s words. She angrily started to sign. “It’s not a we, its a you.”

“Its a both of you,” Ruby answered. “Or have you forgotten that you ended up getting us kicked out of that restaurant because of your silly bet with Blake?” 

Neo stopped signing and pressed into Ruby, still feeling a bit guilty about all of that. She wasnt going to forget how disappointed Ruby was with not being able to finish that date. 

“Yeah… that.. .was a bit much,” admitted Blake, blushing out of embarrassment. “We owe you for that.” 

“Then you can start repaying me now by just cuddling. No antics, no sex, just cuddles.” Ruby snuggled into her girlfriends, feeling relaxed and comfortable. 

Blake and Neo both sighed at the no sex, pressing into their girlfriend and relaxing with her. As much as they didnt like the boring stuff, it felt nice when it was with Ruby. Just letting themselves relax without a care. 

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #blake belladonna #neo politan #neopolitian (rwby) #quiet cookie crook #deathly shortcake #ruby x blake x neo #ruby x blake #neo x blake #neo x ruby #drabbles #ladybug #rwby strawberry shortcake #kitty cream

[binniedeactivated]

084, soobin

「 ► 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

  ► 084: "I think you might be pregnant" 🖇

  ►𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

  ►𝐰/𝐜: 450

√  𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 」

“ta da!”. soobin jeered sneaking a bag of chips out of his grocery bag. you stared him with a blank expression. he frowns and drops his arms at his sides at your reaction, 

“what’s wrong baby? i thought you said you wanted these”. 

you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t want those kind soobin”. 

he ruffles through the bag searching for something else you might like. but he could’ve sworn you asked for those bag of chips. “I have a brownies and strawberry shortcakes. I got a whole bunch of snacks for you”. 

you didn’t know what washed over you but your stomach felt queasy and you gagged at the thought of eating a brownie. the weird part was that you loved chocolate, so you couldn’t figure out why you were damn near throwing up at the thought of eating one of your favorite treats. soobin panics and grabs a nearby paper bag to hold up to your lips. he sits on the bed and rubs your back in concern. 

“you okay? are you feeling sick? does your stomach hurt?”. 

you gagged again trying your best to push the thought to the back of your mind. “i’m fine soobin I don’t know I’m having a weird relationship with food right now. and I wanted those dill pickle flavored chips not barbeque”. 

“you didn’t give me a certain kind you just said go to the store and get you chips and snacks”. 

you cough and give him a deathly stare. “well I’m telling you now aren’t I? I want the pickle ones”. 

“you don’t even like pickles though”. 

“how are you going to tell me what I like to eat?”. 

soobin knits his eyebrows in confusion. “because I’m your boyfriend and I’ve been feeding you for years”. 

“whatever just get me the chips”. 

soobin gets up while eyeing you. you had an unusual attitude that he’s never seen before.  

“fine but can I ask you why you’re being so mean? gosh. you can at least say please”. 

“if you would’ve gotten me the chips the first time I wouldn’t have to say please”. 

“why are you making it such a big deal? they’re just chips. the nastiest ones in the damn store to be honest”. 

you stare at him and throw the paper bag down. “you know what fine!”. you felt your cheeks start to grow hot and tears rimming your eyes. you didn’t know why you were so upset all of a sudden but you were. soobin was making you furious. 

“if you don’t want to get me the chips fine then soobin! you don’t have to care about me I’ll just go them myself since you want to be selfish”. 

“are about to cry? are you on your period or something?”. 

“no i’m not! you think just because I’m crying i’m on my period? I’m crying because you’re being selfish and it’s really pissing me off”. 

soobin turns his head to check the calendar. due to how emotional you normally get and how cautious he tries to be he always kept track of when you’re period came by marking the days on the calendar. yeah, most boyfriends would think it’s gross but not soobin. he wanted to prepare. he furrows his eyebrow before flipping the page not believing what he was seeing. 

“babe-- it’s been a whole month?”. 

“soobin you’re focusing on the wrong thing right now”. 

“no babe really it’s been like a whole month i think you missed your period”. 

you finally get up to see what he was talking about. and if you were being honest, you really couldn’t remember the last time you had your period because it’s been quite sometime. you flip through the calendar pages in disbelief though thinking that maybe if you saw the numbers and dates you’ll remember a period in between there. but you didn’t and it made your heart drop. 

“baby I think you might be pregnant”.

#choi soobin #soobin imagines #soobin #tomorrow by together #txt imagines

[reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle]

Can we get all the hp questions for iridessa vesta as a preview?

ahhhh absolutely i have been dying to talk about iridessa, i have yet to finish her profile because i’ve been so busy but it will come soon !!! thank you for asking about her !!! 🥺💛

1 What is their blood status (pureblood, muggleborn, etc)? What are their thoughts on the concept of blood status?

Pureblood, but she doesn’t really care about blood status.

2 What is their wand wood and core?

Cedar wood and unicorn hair.

3 Do they bring a pet to Hogwarts with them?

yes, a black cat she loves very dearly named Shortcake.

4 What Hogwarts house were they sorted into? Why did the hat put them in that house over the others? Was it a quick sorting or a hatstall? Are they happy with their sorting? What Hogwarts house would they least fit into?

Iridessa is a Hufflepuff! It was a hatstall, between Gryffindor. She’s pretty pleased with her sorting, though she has mostly Gryffindor friends, so she’s bummed she can’t spend more time with them. She’d fit the least in Slytherin.

5 What subject is their favorite at Hogwarts? Which is their least favorite? Is their favorite the same as their best subject?

Herbology is Iridessa’s favorite! She lives on a farm and loves to grow all her own plants. Her least favorite is History of Magic. Herbology is also her best subject!

6 What electives do they chose in third year?

Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures.

7 Do they earn more house points or do they lose more?

She typically earns more than she loses.

8 How do they do on their OWLs? On their NEWTs?

All O’s for both.

9 Thoughts on Quidditch? Do they play? And if so what position do they play?

She loves Quidditch, she’s a seeker!

10 What Wizarding treat (bertie botts, chocolate frogs, etc.) is their favorite?

Sugar Quills!

11 What is their Patronus? What happy memory do the use to conjure it?

Her Patronus is a Borzoi! She thinks about her very first Quidditch game. They lost, by several points, but she had never had so much fun in her life.

12 What is their Boggart? What happens to it when they cast Riddikulus?

Iridessa’s Boggart is a werewolf. She was chased through the woods by one as a child and just barely got away from it alive. When she casts Riddikulus, it turns into a sweet little puppy.

13 What does Amortentia smell like to them?

Dark chocolate, the way the air smells after a heavy rain, and recently blown out candles.

14 What spell is their favorite? Which do they use the most?

Her favorite spell is Herbivicus, which causes plants to grow rapidly, but the spell she uses the most is probably Accio.

15 If they needed it, what form would the Room of Requirement take for them?

a warm greenhouse.

16 If they trained as an Animagus what form would they take?

a bumblebee.

17 What do they do/want to do after Hogwarts?

Herbologist.

18 Which Unforgivable Curse would they be most likely to use? What would be the reason for it?

Probably Crucio, but only if the person had severely hurt the people she loves.

19 Which Unforgivable Curse would they hate to have used on them the most?

Imperio.

20 Which Deathly Hallow (wand, stone, or cloak) would they want? Why?

in all honesty, Iridessa doesn’t think she’d benefit from any of them.

#oc: iridessa vesta

[mariposalass]

Should you Fight my F/Os? [The Mains]

I saw a lot of people are doing this such as @withlovefromlyell @jaklovemail @plucky-belmondo @astralshipper and @goldenworldsabound. So I am going to be making this as well. (not tagging anyone at the moment, but feel free to do this if you like to)

💗Romantic💗

Philip Hamilton (Hamilton: An American Musical)

My dearly beloved can be very scary even if he isn’t armed with a gun! He will just mince you with words, and possibly rapping from the musical & giving non-French speakers nosebleeds by speaking in French. (5/10; looks like a cinnamon bun but could scare you with words)

☮️Platonic☮️

Isabelle Miravelez (Ikaw Lamang)

Yeah, she never fought anyone physically in her series, but be forewarned, she has a resilience of forged iron. In one series I have done in deviantART, she was once trained in Arnis (a Filipino martial arts) and can disarm anyone with or without sticks. Also, her actress does have some of the most intense emotional outputs in her roles and I won’t be surprised if she catches you off guard with just a single Kubrick stare, swipe your weapons with ease, or bonk you on the temples with sticks. (4.5/10; has looks of Maria Clara, intelligence of a genius, martial art skills of Bruce Lee, and a big scary outburst when provoked)

Kirby (Kirby)

I agree with Plucky: Kirby maybe adorable and is definitely a sweetheart, but he is a Star Warrior in spite of his age. Seriously, he has killed gods (real and fake), eldritch abominations, and monsters bigger than him, survived the beginning of World of Light, can split a planet in half in Super Star & Super Star Ultra, and has beat up a monster over a piece of Strawberry Shortcake. It gets worse if you piss him off, nobody dares to hurt Kirby’s feelings! But he will still try to befriend you no matter what. (-poyo/10; fear the small and powerful, although still friendly)

Marina (Toei’s The Little Mermaid)

Unfortunately, Marina doesn’t fall under the category of ‘can fight for themselves in battle’. If you want to hurt her, you first have to deal with her many adopted siblings who can tear you apart and also deal with Ven as he is dating her. No really, I do mean it. (N/A/10; highly recommended not to be fought with at all lest you want to incur her adopted folks and boyfriend’s wrath) @husband-of-lucoa won’t you agree with what I said here?

🏠Familial🏠

Harry Potter (Harry Potter)

As for my big wizard brother, Lord have mercy on you if you dare to fight him. Because of the crap he has to deal with in canon, his dueling skills grew significantly to the point that he managed to beat Voldemort in the end of Deathly Hallows and could easily disarm more experienced adult wizards before turning 18. Also, he has a temper to match and it can scary if he is peeved off, including hurting the fam bunch and me & Kairi especially. The one thing he hasn’t mastered really is hand to hand combat, so he can get punched in the face during a fist fight. Other than that, he is one of the most powerful British wizards of all time, so feel free wand dueling with him. (Has defeated Voldemort 3 times/10; can beat you in a wand duel with no sweat)

Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)

While the first games and pre-Re:Mind KH3 doesn’t have her kick ass much, you will be damned if Kairi isn’t willing to give up during a battle or fight even when in a disadvantage. In KH3, she has started on Keyblade Mastery and teamed up with Sora to kick Xehanort’s behind in the big battle in Re:Mind. She is also a Princess of Light and her purity & caring soul can kill you if you’re not pure of heart. (5/10; Dark hearted people and non-humans beware)

👧Kiddos👦

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Ho boy, Edelgard, Edelgard, my dear daughter... She is scary in the battlefield, is the powerhouse among the house leaders in her game, and has the clever mind to match. How else is she able to sneak an entire army into the Holy Mausoleum in the end of the Academy Phase regardless of the house you pick? That Axe wielding skill is pretty darn excellent, Authority is pretty high too, and she does look like she can snap you into half. Definitely wins the Kubrick Stare contest with Issa, Hermione, Harry, Michiru, and the Doctor. What’s more: if you are in the Blue Lions route and entering the end of the War Phase, she uses her twin crests to turn into a scary powerful Demonic Beast! Yikes! And she is the only house leader who can tap into magic spells with very little problem (since the Adrestian Empire specializes in axes and magic alike, though not as wide of a range as compared to Dorothea, Annette, and Lysithea). Unless you don’t want to get destroyed by the person who goes by the moniker of the Flame Emperor, please don’t provoke her. (2/10; Enter at your own risk)

#So you want to fight my f/os? #memes #self ship memes #Defying Time #Renewed Potential #Steel Blossoms #One Tuff Puffball #Mermaid Friendo #Princess of Light #Phoenix Wiz #Lady of the Eagles #familial f/os #platonic f/os #romantic f/o #f/o kiddos #self shipping #self ship #self insert #my f/os #fighting

[miraclejune]

HERO’S SOUP: Chapter 13

Thousand Hearts

Monday morning. The mansion was in chaos. 

Hyunjin was running late again because he ‘overslept’. Woojin had to drag him out of his warm blanket earning a low groan from the Beta.

Changbin left first with Chan and Jisung, the only people who weren’t busy for the day, they volunteered to help Changbin with his studio. Well, he had to buy them each a new pair of sneakers next week so it’s not quite volunteering if you might ask.

“Minho? Felix? Where are you guys headed?” Felix adjusted the strap on his backpack before turning to Woojin. “We’re gonna head out for a while. There’s a popular new spot for busking down at Hongdae. We’re gonna check it out.” Minho tapped his feet letting them snuggle in his shoes perfectly. “Eric’s outside.” the two of them dashed out the mansion yelling their goodbyes.

"Remember to stop by the cafe later!" Woojin reminded them with a shout as he closed the front door.

“I didn’t even get to say hi to Eric.”

Woojin rolled his eyes, tugging the towel around the wolf’s waist. Almost revealing a damp and stark naked Hyunjin. “DUDE! What the hell.” Hyunjin gasped and tried to cover his body. They were the only ones left in the house but he was over-dramatic without fail.

“You could’ve exchanged your pleasantries if you weren’t so busy reading each fucking comment in your Instagram posts last night.” Hyunjin huffed, fastening the towel as he stormed to his room. Woojin chuckled, Hyunjin was the second easiest to tease. The first place would always be Changbin. Hands down, that idiot is so gullible.

He looked at the clock, ah they’re terribly late. It was 9 am, and their call time was 1 pm. We can’t really see any problem with that, as a matter of fact, they had plenty of time. However…

“Hwang Hyunjin don’t you fucking dare do your tedious make-up routine. Busan is not a 5-minute drive.” Hyunjin shot up from his vanity table’s seat as he heard the alpha’s growl at the end of his sentence. Woojin was in full-on Manager mode. 

He made a break for it. Snatching his backpack behind the door, simultaneously combing back his damp hair. He hopped the last 3 flights of stairs stopping in front of a brooding Woojin. Hyunjin suddenly remembered that one time Chan said Woojin looks like a hostile bear when he's mad. At that time he couldn't quite see it but now, Woojin kinda did resemble his description.

"Why can't we just take the train." Hyunjin eyed Woojin fastening his seatbelt, he earned another deathly glare. The terrified wolf gulped and decided to put his feet down from the dashboard. "Sorry."

Woojin pulled into the road. "It's better to have our own car just in case we finish late." 

Hyunjin quietly nodded. "Plus, you're a head-turner. It's gonna be a pain in the ass." Woojin might've done what Chan told him not to. Actually, there were too many to list but this one thing is on the top. "Hm." 

Hyunjin likes being praised. His confidence and self-esteem shots up. It's good, Chan said it's fine to praise the boys every once in a while. But, Hyunjin's a lost case. "Wouldn't want to get chased for hours by scouts." Woojin caught a glimpse of Hyunjin's face from his peripheral vision as the wolf said those words.

Oh gosh, he's done it now.

-

Seungmin didn’t have council work today, nor Jeongin had class. It was their University's anniversary so the school decided to let the students rest for the holiday. Leaving the two college students with nothing to do.

"Hey, can you get the door!" 

"Okay." 

Seungmin stood in front of the open door, his head moved about figuring out who opened the door. "He's in the kitchen." Seungmin's eyes fell on the boy who looked much like a smaller version of Yang Jeongin. He gave the kid a smile before following suite inside the house.

He calmly made his way to the living room, sitting down on the left side of the sofa near the window. Jeongin's little brother comes back from upstairs, a switch on his right hand. Seungmin eyed as the boy sprawled on the carpet. He spotted the pile of snacks on top of the coffee table. Seungmin smiled, it seems like someone's enjoying their free time.

"Hey, Seungs!" Jeongin appears from the kitchen wiping his soap ridden hands on a strawberry shortcake apron. "Can you wait for a while? I'm just finishing up with the dishes." 

"Seriously? Strawberry Shortcake?" 

Jeongin's eyes blinked at the blinding light of a camera flash. "Don't you dare---"

"And... sent! This is gonna leave them in stitches." Seungmin tipped back his head and roared with laughter. Jeongin looked at her with disbelief, Seungmin did the exact opposite of what he was about to say.

"What on earth are you laughing about now? Delete it! And this isn't even mine! It's my moms!!" 

Seungmin abruptly stopped laughing and looked Jeongin dead in the eyes, "Nnnnnnnnno." he made sure to enunciate the 'N' just to irk Jeongin's nerves before resuming his laughter.

"You look ridiculous." Jeongin's little brother got ahold of Seungmin's phone that fell on the carpet next to him. "Ugh. I hate you all so much." he groaned and stomped his way to the kitchen. 

-

"Ma'am, what do you think of my friend? Isn't he adorable?"

"Oh my! That's a very cute apron he's got there haha! Here, take these fish cakes, it's in the house for making my day!"

"Thank you so much!"

"Jeongin, where are your manners?"

"T-thank you." the boy bowed his head. His blush seared through his cheeks and for a minute he thought her face was on fire. Jeongin suddenly felt embarrassed and delicate; even going as far as attempting to hide his rosy features behind his slim fingers. 

He eventually took action and dragged Seungmin outside the small snack shop. Jeongin swears he could see Seungmin smiling from behind him. The witch picked up his pace and walked beside the blushing boy.

And there he was in his arrogant triumph, Seungmin smirked - just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. It was so subtle, it was even more infuriating for Jeongin who caught a glimpse of it after making the foolish mistake.

"You don't have to show that photo to EVERY person we meet today!" face the color of an overripe tomato and annoyance boiling inside, Jeongin could only groan. "No way. It'd be a shame to devoid the world with this gem. Plus, we get free food." Seungmin held up his phone in front of the boy, irking Jeongin's nerve some more.

After a few minutes of Seungmin annoying Jeongin and at some point his phone was thrown to the pavement, they reached Changbin's studio. Well, where the building was located to be precise. It had 4 floors and looked fairly new. The paint on the walls was still fresh and some windows don't have 'windows' on them yet, just the frame.

"3rd floor. 2nd door to the right." Jeongin recalled what Changbin told them yesterday. "Let's go, strawberry shortcake." Jeongin disregarded the nickname and followed Seungmin inside the building, they headed towards the door with the stairs logo on it. "Elevator's working." the old guard chirped. They turned around and met with his wizened eyes. "Thank you." he gave them a smile and went out of the building.

Chan, Changbin and Jisung or 3racha as the others would lump them, didn’t know they were coming so they decided to surprise them with some chicken, rice rolls and spicy rice cakes (of course they bought it lol don’t let these kids near the kitchen). All in which Seungmin showed his photo to.

As they opened the glass door, Seungmin expected the place to be an utter mess. It was plausible. The building smelled new inside too. So renovations are most likely on-going.

However, both were surprised to see the place neat and tidy. A few boxes were neatly piled on the corner, there was no hint of renovation at all. Surprisingly enough, the AC blasted on the side.

"Looks like it's fully operational now."

"Yeah." Jeongin took a look around. The place looks nice.

Seungmin yelled over and walked towards the adjacent room. "Hello, dweebs. We have brought you some snacks." Changbin hit his head under the tattoo chair. "Fuck! Dude what the hell. You scared the crap out of me."

Seungmin pursed his lips "Mm. Then you better check your diaper, you big baby." he put the paper bags on the small coffee table near the wall, before offering a hand to Changbin who was massaging his sore spot. "Where's the old dude and the squirrel?" He carefully sat down on the chair Changbin was fixing. "It's fixed. You can sit." Changbin said, turning around to gather the tools. He closed the toolbox with a click and placed it near the door.

He noticed Jeongin looking around. A smile automatically crept on his face. "Jeongin." the boy yelped and found Changbin leaning on the door frame smiling at him. He smiled back. "Changbin! The place looks so cool." he was naturally pulled into a tight hug. 

'Always so warm.' the boy thought as he hugged the wolf back. "Did Chan help with the designing?" 

"Of course he did. This place looks like the black hole itself." Seungmin muttered from inside the room. Changbin and Jeongin chuckled. "Yeah, he has this aesthetic that's suited for a tattoo shop."

"Can't deny that."

"You didn't answer my question Changbin." Seungmin whined. "They're out buying some stuff needed. They'll be back soon." he turned around and went back into the room. "Just stay there, Jeongin. It's still dusty here." Jeongin sat down on the chairs provided. So, Chan and Jisung are out. 

The room is like a perfect magazine cover for an aesthetic tattoo shop. Jeongin was afraid to sit, worrying he would wrinkle the fabric or stain it with something he doesn't know on his pants. The leather couch is inlaid with rhinestones; placed so delicately. The white curtains are linen, the kind of white that is untouched by hands and devoid of dust. Those types of curtains that leaves the room in complete darkness even in mid-day, it stood out the most because of the black walls. Jeongin's eyes fell on the velvet walls they were decorated with stripes, which he thought he was just hallucinating but they really do reflect when you move around. The floor is a high polished wood, dark and free of either dust or clutter. The photographs are black and white, arranged to look like such by a professional, must be photos taken by Seungmin. One photo caught his attention. He stood up and sheepishly walked towards it. 

It was their group photo from when Woojin showed him his room in the mansion.

The door shot open. "We're back--Oh Jeongin you're here!" Jisung instantly dropped the contents on his hand and engulfed the boy in a tight hug. Little did he know Chan was right behind him. "FUCK!!! Dude my foot!" Chan sat on the floor, the sudden pain weakened the back of his knees.

Jisung didn't care at all. He detached himself from Jeongin for just a second before putting an arm around his shoulder, looking down on Chan. "Has anyone told you, you look great kneeling down like that?" A very annoyed vampire looked up to both of them. Color drained from their faces.

"W-we brought food! You guys must be hungry, it's in the tattoo room!" Jisung cleared his throat, pulling Jeongin away from a fuming Chan. "Cool! Let's go! We're starving. Right, Chan?" that must be the stupidest question he has ever asked and do note that he asks a lot of halfwitted questions. Jeongin could've sworn he saw Seungmin face-palming hard inside his head.

They gathered inside the tattoo room, Jeongin swept the floor a bit while the others moved the boxes and other stuff outside to make room. "Pull the table near there." Jisung did what Chan told him. His grudge only lasted a few seconds. They're back to normal as if Jisung never made a snarky remark earlier.

Seungmin sat on the floor with Changbin while Chan and Jeongin situated themselves on the leather couch fit for two. Jisung, on the other hand, went out of the waiting area and grabbed one of the ottoman chairs provided. 

Changbin watched in disgust as Jisung stuffed his face with rice cakes. Shaking his head, his right hand became busy. Seungmin fought with him for the tuna rice rolls. Changbin turns to Jeongin with a smile on his face, "You kids don't have school today?" obviously Seungmin lost. He pouted and took a plain roll, angrily putting it in his mouth.

"Nope. It's our school's anniversary so we're on a break. Only for today though." the boy replied. He turns to Chan who was offering him a piece of the rice roll. Jeongin opens his mouth letting Chan feed him. "Like a baby chick." Jisung said before scarfing down a chicken leg.

"Am not!" 

"Yeah, he's not." Jeongin was thankful for Changbin siding with him. "He's not only Chan's baby. He's our baby!" ...nevermind.

Within a span of a few minutes, all the food was gone. The four of them finished everything. It would've been gone within a second if everyone else was there. Oh, Chan excluded.

They talked about the place for a while. Seungmin was suggesting a few things here and there while Jeongin and Jisung played with Chan's switch. The vampire went out to the restroom.

"Hey, Wooj. How's the trip so far?" Chan's voice echoed a bit inside the empty restroom. Since the building was fairly new, there were only a few tenants. And today they were the only ones there. "It's great. Hyunjin complained for 10 minutes straight before I knocked him out." Chan chuckled, he knew what the alpha meant by 'knocked him out'. "He blabbers nonsense then falls asleep after eating a snack. Like a baby." Woojin laughed on the other end. There was a short pause as he switched lanes and shifted gears. "How's the shop going?"

Woojin heard the sound of the faucet being opened. He waited for a while for the vampire to respond. "It's pretty much done. We just have to recycle the boxes and clean up a bit. Seungmin and Jeongin are here too."

"I know." Chan complained about why he didn't tell him. "Because they said it was a surprise! I don't wanna spoil it." Hyunjin stirred in his sleep, the blanket he pulled up fell on the side. "Hang on, Chan." 

Woojin fixed the blanket, making sure to glance on the road every once in a while. "Did you find out some info about the Sofia's?"

"No. Man, those guys have a shit ton of people yet we can't get ahold of any useful information. They're too secure." Chan couldn't agree more on what Woojin said. He lived at that place for decades yet he hasn't heard of a spy nor a mole from outside. The information he knows about that family was only their rules and regulations within the clan. He was not given a word on how they manage their operations and business. 

Although he did only live there because of Kazuo's grandfather who trained him. It was strictly just training. Chan would wake up, be served breakfast in his room, clean up and train. His free time outside would involve 5 guards and 10 undercover guards as he roamed the streets of Tokyo. 

"Maybe I should go stop by. Can you book me a flight to Japan tonight?" he closed the restroom door behind him. Chan dawdled a bit at the hall. He should finish this conversation before going back inside the shop.

"Tomorrow. I'll go with you."

"Alright. Drive safely."

Woojin's voice vanished. "Okay, maybe another call." He dialed a new number, after a few rings Chan could hear the bustling sound of a busy street. "Felix? Where you at?"

"We're at Hongdae with Eric." Chan could hear Minho and Eric arguing in the background, he smiled. "You guys found a new spot?"

"Yeah---hey save some for me, you dickheads. Oi fuckwit!!!---Hey, we're just waiting for our turn." Felix's accent comes out when he's preoccupied too. Chan should note that.

"How's the shop going?" Felix reached out for Minho but he already has the phone to his ear. "Oh hey, Minho. We're almost done. Just cleaning up a bit." 

The phone was passed around for a while. It was impressive of Chan to know who he's talking to. Maybe because this happens on a daily basis when it comes to phone calls. 

"We'll drop by Woojin's cafe later. Are you guys coming by?"

"Yeah. Since you mentioned it."

Chan smiled, hearing Felix's deep chuckle. 

"Alright! See you there!"

"Bang bang chan chan see you~" was Minho.

"I'll come by the mansion on Saturday! I'm so gonna own these idiots in Mario Kart." and that was Eric.

The three boys on the other line argued for quite some time. Chan waited for Felix to end the call before slipping his phone inside his pocket. 

He sighed, recalling his talk with Woojin. They had no lead on why Kazuo knows about who Jeongin was. Maybe it was just him? Maybe the guy's just messing with him? Kazuo always did that when he was part of their clan. Chan rested his hand on his neck, he could feel the mark of the Sofia underneath Seungmin's spell.

It was a flame-shaped mark burned into your skin by the existing leader of the clan. It takes weeks for the wound to heal (even for Chan) but the scar will never fade, even if you rip your skin off it will still be embedded in your flesh. Not even a tattoo can cover it up. Chan had Seungmin put a spell on it to make it disappear from the eyes. But if you touch that part, you would still feel the mark on your hands.

Flashbacks from the Sofia's mansion played in his head. He was rather fond of those memories, although only handpicked ones. He had no idea of what that place was and what they were doing behind closed doors. Every time he would ask the staff responsible for him, they would turn a blind eye and excuse himself/herself for a stupid reason. The next day, the staff would be replaced by a new one. It happened a couple of times until Chan realized that it was his fault, so he completely stopped asking anyone and just went his merry way.

"What are you thinking, boy?" Chan felt his heartbeat in his chest, pounding, banging, trying to get out. His breath hitched as his head snapped at the end of the hall. 

Standing near the window, an old man wearing a security guard uniform. The smile on his face was calm and warm. But Chan knew otherwise. It was just one of her disguises. Underneath that was a demon. Skin almost translucent, blood-sucking fangs bared at him, her small waist was bound by a tight corset showing off her inhumane figure. Purple and red eyes devoid of emotion, pitiless. Her face is every woman and man's desire.

But Chan was rather focused on what was running through her veins. The blood flowed like a lazy river. It flowed like so much red gravy across the slaughterhouse floor. The metallic scent wafted through the air right into his nostrils. 

He ran forward, every second craving for the woman's blood, he felt as though his own blood were on fire. His limbs were moving on their own. He was disconnected from everything but the ever-present sound of his drumming heart.

'I need it. I need it. I need it.' He spoke those words like a mantra. Again and again and again. 

The figure didn't move, she stayed there. Her hands were open, almost like a trap. As Chan plunges, he was pulled into a hug. The old man vanished, there stood the woman underneath it. 

"Hello. It's been a while, boy." Chan was shaking, his blood-red pupils dilated, claws scratching at the woman's back, his body trembled all over. Chan was no longer himself.

"Let's go home, shall we?" 

"LET HIM GO!" Changbin's voice roared. It was almost as if the building itself shook. One by one they all stood across the unknown person holding Chan. Jeongin could see how Chan shook underneath his grip. "Isn't that the guard from earlier?" Seungmin nodded, he pulled Jeongin from the front. "Stay behind Jisung." 

He stood behind Jisung who gave him a reassuring smile. Somehow Jisung was trembling too. Jeongin didn't know why. He was not strong nor have abilities but he wanted to somehow help Jisung. Jeongin snatched Jisung's right hand and filled the gaps with his own. 

"Thank you." Jisung felt calmer. He could feel Jeongin's thumb caressing his hand to distract him from his fear. He knew he had to be strong for the boy.

"What do you want from him?" Seungmin asked in a cold tone. But his head was filled with mindless thoughts.

The old man stared at them. No words were uttered between them. His lips slowly formed into a menacing smile. 

"He asked you a question." Changbin growled. In a split second, he transformed into his wolf form. The old man's smile grew wider and wider until it literally reached his ears, his pupils turned white and blood came out of his eyes. It was a disgusting sight. 

Jeongin shivered. The chills on his spine won't go away. The back of his knees were giving up, his hand gripped Jisung's tighter. 

They breathed in as the old man started chuckling. His laughter filled their ears almost as if he was standing right beside them. Changbin growled so loud. He was pissed. Chan wasn't trying to escape at all. What are they supposed to do? Woojin wasn't there. Jeongin is probably so scared and this... this being is giving him all sorts of scary feelings. It's as if he was staring right at the devil himself.

Changbin growled once more. He had to do something!

"Changbin!" Jisung shouted.

In the blink of an eye, Changbin's battered body fell on the floor. Before he could even take one step, he was already banged against the wall. They didn't even see what happened. 

The crumbs on the wall fell on his fur. He may have broken ribs and legs. He could feel a gush of blood underneath him, but he remained conscious. Struggling to get back on his feet only to fall back on the wet floor. 

The rest of them were left in utter shock. It was as if the scene had knocked every wisp of air from their lungs, and they stood there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything. 

"Jisung, get Changbin and Jeongin out of here." Seungmin's voice went an octave lower. He loosened his tie. "But, Seungmin!" 

"NOW!!!!!!" his hair turned white and his eyes were a striking shade of purple. With a snap of a finger, 3 spell books emerge from thin air, floating around him. Seungmin had no time for Jisung to put up a fight. 

Jisung's head hung low, he knew he had to do something. But after seeing Changbin almost killed within a fraction of a second, he chickened out. He wanted to run. He wanted to get out of there. But as he saw how Jeongin's eyes looked at him in fear, he wanted to kill the living shit out of the old man across them.

He wanted to claw the man's organs out.

"Jisung. Today's not your fight." Jisung looked up to see Seungmin staring at him with his purple eyes. They were pleading him to go. 

"Please." he bellowed, snatching Changbin, who went back to human form, he put the injured wolf on his back. "Jeongin, gimme your hand." he said to the boy sitting on the floor, trembling in fear.

No. He doesn't want to go either. He can't leave. He doesn't even have the energy to stand up. "Jeongin, I'll get Chan back. I promise." tears formed in his eyes as he looked up to Seungmin. 

Jeongin took a deep breath and stood up. He took Jisung's outstretched hand. "Please stay safe, Seungmin." the witch can only give him a half-assed smile. He turns his head back after seeing Jisung, Changbin, and Jeongin disappear out the window. 

Suddenly the air became heavier. The building felt like it was gonna collapse any second. And there he saw the old man was just a mere figure drenched in blood. The smell was gut-churning. Seungmin could feel the vomit behind his throat. This is insane.

"You..." the witch couldn't make out the words the monster was saying. It was only like a rumble.

"You found him." 

Found who?

"SHIT!" the monster started shrieking. It was so loud. Seungmin could feel his ears bleed. He couldn't see where Chan was anymore. His vision was blurry. He eventually fell to his knees, screaming in pain.

-

"Seungmin. Wake up." the witch felt a light tapping on his cheek. He groaned. Was it a nightmare? But as his hands felt the cold wet floor, he knew that horrific scene really did happen.

His eyes slowly adjusted, he saw a bloody Chan. "A-are you okay?" seeing Seungmin in that state, Chan felt like he could cry. "Yeah." he supported him, letting the witch rest his back against the also bloody wall. "What happened?" As Seungmin looked around, he realized it wasn't only Chan who was bloody. The hall was covered in thick, pungent blood. 

"I took her heart." Chan held up his right hand. Confined in his sharp claws was a heart, beating only once a minute. A spellbook flew beside Seungmin, he glanced at it for a second before holding up his hand on the heart. His eyes and hair glow white and as he closed his hand like a fist, the heart burst, painting Chan's face with its blood.

"So it's done?"

"No. I only got two." Seungmin nodded. They had a long way to go, indeed.

"I never thought she would show up, Seungmin. Not in this century. Not with you guys in it." Seungmin can feel the weight underneath Chan's words. In front of him was a very vulnerable vampire.  

"Woojin's coming back." Seungmin said. Woojin was the only one who knows what to do in these types of situations.

"He knew something was wrong."

Chan balled his hands into a fist. He wiped the blood from his face. "Thank you for making the right decision."

"Jisung's a bit stubborn but he's a big softie when it comes to promises. Just like Jeongin."

Chan somehow managed to smile at Seungmin. "But, Changbin's in critical condition." the smile vanished as if it was never there. Changbin always thinks he has to take action whenever a dire situation comes up. He doesn't want to depend on other people even if they offer him help.

"Let's go find them. I'll call someone to clean this up." Chan stood up and pulled out his phone, thank god it wasn't crushed. "Do you have the strength to fix the wall?" Seungmin was already on it. 

After the last piece of crumbled cement vanished into the wall, Seungmin turned to Chan. "Did you lose yourself?"

Chan stopped from his tracks. His head hung, he stared at the blood-ridden floor with an empty gaze. "Yeah."

"How much blood did you get?"

"None. I couldn't reach that heart."

Seungmin nodded mindlessly. So it was the old man's blood. He walked towards Chan, not minding the blood pooling on his shoes. Seungmin put a heavy hand on Chan's shoulder making the vampire turn to him. 

Chan likes cuddling with them. Whether they were watching a movie or just hanging out in the living room. His hugs were warm because he adjusts his temperature to make them feel comfortable.

But as Seungmin held him in his arms, the biting cold chilled his fingers into clumsy numbness, cold seeped into his toes and spread painfully throughout his feet as if it were his bare feet on the pristine icy whiteness rather than sneakers on a blood river.

Chan was cold.

#hero's soup #kpop au #stray kids au #stray kids #stray kids smut #kpop stray kids #bangchan #kpop vampire au #kpop wolf au #woojin #seungmin #hyunjin #leeknow #minho #changbin #jeongin #felix #jisung #han jisung #vampire chan #wolf au

[stuff-of-pi]

Guiseppina Isabella Dora 'Beans' Minaudo

Name: Giuseppina Dora Isabella Minaudo

Nicknames: Giuseppina’s excellence in her less friendly techniques to get information from targets has earned her the nickname ‘Beans’ as she tends to make people ‘spill them’. As an avid fan of puns, Giuseppina absolutely loves her nickname. Her brothers and her few very close friends will tend to call her Jo. Only Antonio dares to call her Jo Jo.

Age / Birthday / Birthplace: 19 / December 25th / Xitta, Trapani, Sicilia, Italy

Role: Giuseppina is quite the wild card. She belongs to the Minaudo crime family of the Sicilian/Italian mafia. She’s extremely charming and cunning and she is also a surprisingly very good dancer. Sometimes she’ll be sent into speakeasies where targets are known to linger so that she can pick up on information. If she can’t get information via flirting, she can sure as hell get it through other... less friendly techniques.

((Read more for details on her appearance, personality traits, fears, backstory, and family.))

Appearance

She’s 5′1″. Someone called her shortcake once and she punched him in the face. She hates being reminded of how small she is.

Wherever she is, she’s always seen with a bold red lip. She says it goes well with the scar.

She has a short scar next to her mouth that goes down her chin.

She wears five fingers on each hand. Each ring comes from a member of her family. 

Personality Traits

Trusts easily - beware though; once that trust is broken, there is no gaining it back

Flirty - she loves flirting with anything that moves; it’s her favorite game

Fiercely loyal/protective - family is everything to her and she will do anything to ensure that they are kept safe

Excitable - sometimes she lets her excitement for a job get ahead of her and it can go very poorly

Fears

Betrayal: The deaths of her brother Nicola and his lover Annalise sometimes still keeps her up at night. To know that the person you love and trust most could be the reason for your demise.

Bees/wasps: Her brother, Antonio, was stung by a bee and she swears his face was swollen for a week. No thank you.

Backstory

Her uncle, Saverio, had been in NYC for years and beckoned for his younger brother Salvatore to come over with his family. Saverio had started what would become the Minaudo crime family, a prominent part of the Sicilian/Italian mafia, and had guaranteed a better life for his brother and his family who previously had been shoemakers in Xitta. Salvatore left with his four oldest sons and left Antonio to look after Giuseppina and their mother Josephine. Josephine suddenly died from an unknown cancer shortly after Salvatore left. Antonio was left to care for a baby Giuseppina for a few months before Salvatore was able to arrange for them to come over to America.

Salvatore contributed to the crime family via his expertise in shoemaking. He would make special shoes that held compartments for various weapons and other useful devices.

Her father gave her her first ring. A big ugly gold ring with leaves and an equally ugly purple stone. Giuseppina did not wish to wear it at first. And then her father told her that it belonged to her mother. Ever since then, she wears it on her left ring finger.

When she was six or seven, one of her brothers, Nicola, fell in love with a girl, Annalise, from an opposing crime family, though he thought she was just a bookshop keeper. Nicola would often take Giuseppina to go see the girl he loved. One of these visits, Nicola was wearing a ring that had just been stolen from Annalise’s family. Annalise immediately recognized the ring and subsequently found out who Nicola was. She betrayed Nicola to her own family who then instructed her to kill him. The next time Nicola and Beans came to visit Annalise, she shot him because she had no other choice. Annalise explained to Beans that she had made a mistake and shouldn’t have told her family but because she did she wanted to be the one to kill Nicola. She then kissed Beans on the forehead, kissed Nicola, and shot herself. Weeks before, Nicola had given Annalise a promise ring. And though Annalise betrayed Nicola, Beans still desperately loved this girl who loved her brother. Beans took Nicola’s and Annalise’s rings. She now wears them on a chain around her neck to honor them.

Ever since this traumatic event, Beans has been deathly afraid of betrayal and has likewise furiously studied weapons. She personally leans towards knives as her specialty but as she’s gained more rings she has always become proficient in her makeshift brass knuckles.

The scar on her chin comes from her first job when she was 15. She was sent in to seduce a target who then took her up to his hotel room. Because she was still a greenie and not very subtle with her tactics, the target caught onto who she was and tied her to a chair. He brought out a knife and knicked her chin as a warning. Well, Beans might not have been very good at the art of seduction quite yet, but she was one hell of a weapons expert. She got her information, just not the way she was expecting to.

Family

Uncle: Saverio Minaudo (55) - head of the Minaudo family though he himself is not married and has no children. He loves to spoil his nephews but especially his niece

Father: Salvatore Minaudo (52) - he makes shoes for the frontage shop in addition to inventions made to aid the family in their crime, though Salvatore likes to think of them as a Robinhood crime family.

Mother: Josephine Dora Maria Minaudo (deceased)

Brothers:

Francesco Minaudo (31) - huge foodie. He always bakes torta setteveli (a very chocolatey traditional Sicilian dessert) for Giuseppina’s birthday. Other than feeding the family, he helps Salvatore with his inventions. 

Nicola Minaudo (deceased) - was very close to Giuseppina. He loved to read and often read bedtime stories to Giuseppina. He wasn’t very social so he kept to the strategy part of putting jobs together.

Vincenzo Minaudo (26) - was very close to Nicola. Very quiet and observant, knows people and their patterns very well so he’s in charge of organizing and strategizing for jobs.

Giovanni Minaudo (24) - runs the family’s front store, the cobbler shop. Giovanni suggested they stick to their roots for the most realistic appearance. He also handles and manages the money.

Antonio Minaudo (23) - loud and obnoxious and very close to Giuseppina. He is also a major flirt and delights in getting information using various methods. He also knows how to manipulate people just the right way. Often works with Giuseppina and taught her what she knows.

((If you liked my v long character info on Beans, be sure to check out @son-0f-a-snitch OC Jack ‘Apollo’ Colombo, and @asktheboywholived OC Mason ‘Trigger’ Knoll, and @askwhathasthiscometo OC Johnny ‘The Twig’ Morris))

#this is a hella long info card but i'm really bad at being concise #sorry not sorry but also wish i could be better #oops #also all these people's ocs are incredible and are so so so interesting #ara's backstory for jack is really cool and intriguing!!! #tt's mason is v attractive and has the floofiest hair ever. i want to fluff it but he might bite me. or lick me... #that's not as weird as it sounds just go read the background #bux's makeup for johnny is so good. i love the twig lookin mustache lol #beans #mafia oc

[theladyrue]

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @lady-suzuka

I’m really excited I haven’t done one of these in a while:D

top four ships?

I feel like I have more than I would initially say but here’s some of the ones I like.

Serena x Darien - Sailor Moon (I know, I should use the proper Japanese names, but I grew up and fell in love with their story in the dub).

Ahiru x Fakir - Princess Tutu

Amara x Michelle - Sailor Moon

Yuri Katsuki x Victor Nikiforov - Yuri On Ice

last song?

Pull the Trigger - Persona Q2 OST (I’ve been listening to a lot of Persona music lately loool)

last movie?

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2

reading?

Get It Done by Michael Mackintosh

what food are you craving?

I’m really craving the shortcake cookies that are in the kitchen to go with my cup of coffee 

tagging: 

I hate feeling like I forgot to tag someone or leave someone out - so anyone who wants to complete this please do!

#queue #survey tags

[wilderwestqueen]

i’m deathly afraid that someone will invent mind reading and then everyone will find out that my thoughts are 95% women and 5% those caramel chocolate shortcake things

[inklingleesquidly]

THE CHARGE SHOT PART 4

PART 3 CAN BE FOUND HERE

Featuring @askvincent‘s Coco and @inklingdinkling‘s Victoria

Lee’s accident had rocked the Squidly family to its very core. Friends bid them well wishes and even tried to encourage the injured Inkling boy but it seemed like there wasn’t a thing that could be done to bring him out of his despair. 

That is until one day—

It was breakfast; Lee was gulping gulped down hot cereal and a bowl of sliced fresh fruit. “Upp, ulp, ahh,” he wiped his mouth and then drained his glass of juice. “All done, breakfast was really yummy Mom!” He had so much energy and spirit as he pushed his high stool away, took his soiled dishes, and then dismounted to the floor.

Janine watched him carry his stool over to the sink, she stuttered, “Umm—uhh—you ate that pretty fast, do you want anything else Honey?” 

He deposited his dishes in the sink and rinsed them as he was conditioned to do. “No, I’m full, besides I gotta get going to school,” he said, so upbeat and spirited. 

Her concerns wouldn’t leave her. Janine questioned, “Ahh—are you sure you feel well enough to go to school?” 

“Never better,” Lee turned his head and smiled at her to confirm his wellness. He finished cleaning, set the dishes aside to dry, and wiped his hands with a white rag. He then carried the stool over to Janine where he climbed it and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I can’t stay out of school forever or I’ll fall behind.” As he talked he adjusted her jacket collar for her; just like she always did for him every day as he was about to leave for school. 

She followed him, observing him as he made his way through the apartment to collect his book bag. There was such a spring in his step and such a jaunt in his gait as he approached Mooky, who handed him his bag. It was so big on him due to his diminutive form but he walked with his head held high none-the-less.  

“Thanks Mooky,” Lee acknowledged his Servbot butler. 

The tiny robot replied, “Of course Master Lee, have a pleasant day at school.” 

Lee had a pleased smile as he assured, “I will, g’bye Mooky, and bye Mom, I love you.” 

As he exited, Mooky waved his arm, “So long Master Lee.” 

Doing her best to smile, Janine tepidly waved her hand, “Good bye Lee…” 

Once the door was closed, Janine immediately consulted the butler, “Mooky is there anything, ANYTHING at all wrong with Lee?” 

Right away the robot answered, “Not at all Mistress Janine; all of Master Lee’s vital signs are perfectly healthy and his mood has improved dramatically since the accident.” 

Janine wasn’t convinced, “Are you absolutely sure? Lee hasn't told you to tell me otherwise, right?” 

A frown came to Mooky’s simple face. “Mistress Janine,” Mooky gasped, “Why would you suspect your son would be dishonest with you; especially about his own health?” He questioned further as he kept the same look on his face, “Do you have your doubts, Mistress Janine? We have to support and believe in everything Master Lee says if we hope to help him recover entirely. Do you not wish to see Master Lee recovered?” 

“I do, I do! Really I do,” Janine hastily replied, “I promise I do,” she said while nervously biting her thumbnail. There was nothing more she wanted in the whole world than to see her son healthy and active again. Maybe it was just her motherly concern but she couldn’t shake the unyielding suspicion that something was amiss. She was aware -thanks to the help of their family pediatrician- that his mood would randomly swing to-and-fro due to the effects of his prescribed medication. She was prepared for that; or at least as prepared as she could be. 

This was so troubling to her; should she ask point blank? Her son was in a deeply emotional state and approaching the subject could possibly reopen old wounds. She wondered if she should just let him be; let him go to school, let their lives get back to normal, let him get back to normal… Janine contemplated this conundrum all day long. 

“So in their revision of the contract, they’re willing to give us an order of 13 episodes for the next TV season for what we paid last year. But I say they’re underestimating our advertising contributions so we hit them for an order of 18 instead. The show’s ratings tended to drop at around episode 20 before the season finale so we can keep the show airing in that sweet spot and fill up the time after the finale with that new game show we’ve been kicking around.” 

Dealings were being done at the Sucker Bros. Studios branch of Shee-Booyah. The company’s lawyer, Coco Mist was discussing  terms and strategies with Janine in her office. As Coco paced around, reading off the contract in her hand, Janine could barely listen. The troubled woman slouched in her fine leather chair, anxiously tapping her finger on her hardwood desk. 

Coco finished, “—And so we should send them these terms at the next video conference, what do you think Janine?”  

No answer. 

“Janine?” Coco repeated, “Janine, are you listening?” 

She still gave no answer; Janine’s eyes and attention were transfixed on the framed picture of Lee she kept on her desk. 

“Are you still worried about your son?” She didn’t know why she even asked; that had been the centerpiece of Janine’s mind for days now. She was confused though due to recent developments, “But what’s going on, I thought you said he was feeling better?” 

Janine replied, “It seems like he is,” she said as she lifted the photograph from her desk. 

Confused, Coco wondered, “So what’s the problem then?” 

Janine continued to study the picture; her son’s genuine, smiling face filled her with a sense of profound joy, and gut wrenching anguish at the same time. “I just have the feeling he isn’t really,” she explained. 

Coco could only shrug her shoulders and attempt to rationalize the trouble her associate and close friend faced. “Teens are weird; they get really emotional about everything since life is hitting them all at once with things they don’t really get or understand. Your Lee got in a really bad accident that he just doesn’t know how to handle. You’ve done all you can for him; you know what they say, time heals everything.” She finished with the thought, “Plus if he’s feeling well enough to eat, and go to school, and act like how he used to it sounds to me like he’s healed up just fine.” 

Maybe she’s right, Janine contemplated, He’s acting just like his old self, and his check-up two days ago said he was healthy. She looked at the photo again, she couldn’t shake the feeling she had, her motherly worry would not escape her. 

Gazing at Janine, Coco could tell this conversation wasn’t easing her woes. “Jan, why don’t you try taking the rest of the day off,” Coco suggested, “I mean, you’ve got a billion sick days, nobody would mind.” 

At any other point Janine would say that was absolute lunacy; she’s come to work no matter what the circumstances whether it be deathly illness, a natural disaster, or even an injury. However this time was different. “I think I will,” she agreed, pushing herself up from her chair, collecting her purse, and leaving the building. 

Coco wouldn’t say it out loud, to Janine or anybody; I don't blame her, if I were in her position and something like that happened with my kids—I'd feel the same. 

Despite being able to get off work, Janine couldn’t be put at ease all day long. Messages flooded her phone from friends, other mothers and fathers who shared her concern. 

How she could approach her worries about her son, she didn’t know.  The thoughts buzzed around in her head; she couldn’t concentrate even if she wanted to. Not completely thinking straight, Janine did something she never did before in her life. With the sun still shining bright even as it sunk into the horizon, Janine entered The Shortcake Lounge; her favorite bar. 

Soft jazz mixed with the flow of water from the bar’s elegant fountains sounded so loud in the empty establishment. Opening for business just as others were closing their doors, many customers would come after work to unwind, drink, and socialize after their day. 

Noticing the sole patron, the lounge’s proprietress approached with disbelief and curiosity. “As I live and breathe, Janine Squidly, here, this early?” 

“Hi Victoria,” Janine mumbled; her forehead resting against her palm while she thumbed at her phone. 

The bartender checked the time displayed on the register beneath the counter to confirm how early it was. “Do I need to get drinks ready for some TV executives you’re trying to schmooze,” she questioned.

Janine heaved a heavy sigh and revealed, “It’s just me tonight, Love,” then requested, “Peach Margarita, please.” She didn’t look up; her eyes were still glued to her phone as she answered incoming messages.

Victoria put her hands on her hips; as a bartender she knew the best thing to do was to serve drinks to those with the money and willingness to pay for them.  “Before I do something we both regret,” it was a different thing entirely when it involved someone she called a friend, “Tell me what’s going on with Lee?”

There was only one thing in the world that could drive Janine to drink, Victoria knew it.

Silence and stillness fell between the women as Janine stopped fiddling with her phone. She sighed through her nose, and then gave another sigh breathed through her lips. "Here's what's been happening—," Janine began. 

She recounted the entirety of the incident to Victoria; the accident at the Squad Battle tournament, the surgery, Lee's spell of seclusion and depression, and where they were at now. 

Finishing, Janine said "I haven't been able to focus on anything all day. My son feels his emotions really strongly and honestly so for him to pull a complete 180 like this is—is—it's just worrying me so much.  All of my friends have given me advice, good advice on how to handle it." 

Looking at her phone again; she thought of all of the guidance she had received. 

'If you’re worried you should talk to him right away.' 

'Just let him be; if he’s stressed then he needs space.' 

'You should keep an eye on him but don’t be obvious.' 

'He’s definitely hiding his stress; you’ve got to do something about it.' 

"Mmmrrr," Janine groaned, burying her face in her hands. Her voice was muffled but what she had to say could be heard clear as day "What do I do? I just want to help my son feel better and be happy again." 

Once again, as a bartender there were certain things that should and shouldn't be done; one of the biggest ones was not getting involved in customer's personal lives. For friends, again, it was different; especially for a longtime friend who helped pay for her wedding and whose son was hers and her wife's ring bearer. This was a conundrum though, one that Victoria, herself didn't have an answer to. 

"Well Janine, it's hard to say what you should do," Victoria gave into the lack of a clear resolution. "But if there's anyone who can handle your son's problems best, it's you, since no one knows him better than you do." Janine looked up, and she hung on Victoria's every word as the proprietress took a crystalline glass and began to pour water into it from a frosted pitcher. She pushed the chilled glass toward Janine and said, "That and you're an A-plus kind of woman, Janine, whatever you think is the right thing to do, I'm sure it'll be the right thing for Lee." 

Though it may have been ordinary water; it refreshed Janine's troubled mind all the same, allowing her to absorb everything Victoria had said. She weighed her options, and thought about the tips she was given by everyone who listened. 

She knew what she had to do. 

Standing up while collecting her purse, Janine said, "Thanks Victoria, thanks a lot, but I have to go home, I need to talk with my son." 

As she left, Victoria had a thought she didn't vocalize, I know you'll make the right move. 

 Despite the struggle, Lee managed to jump up high enough that he could press the elevator button for his floor. As much as he tried; there were just some things he couldn't get used to involving his diminutive height. Lucky for him though, he could access his front door without a problem. Entering, Lee called out, "I'm home, Mooky" knowing that the little servant would be in, more than likely attending to chores. "I got a lot of homework to do so take care of my messages if I get any, please." He was about to make his way to his room where he could work in peace but he was unexpectedly stopped. 

"Lee-honey, could you come to the living room?" 

It was the voice of his mom; rather peculiar as she was usually at work until later in the day. As curious as he was, Lee readily called back, "Okay Mom," and dropped his backpack at the entrance before making his way inside. 

There, waiting for him was Mooky who happily waved, "Welcome home, Master Lee." 

Along with him was Janine; who looked up from her phone, a firm tone to her voice as she said, "Hello Sweetie, good to see you." 

Lee waved to his metallic buddy with a big, enthusiastic smile, "Hi Mooky!" Turning to his mom, he bunched his fists together as he said, "And hi Mom, did you get off work early?" 

"I did, I did," Janine confirmed, the serious air she had didn't fade as she explained; "There's something we really need to talk about." She peered down at Mooky and then looked straight into the eyes of her son, who gazed back at her with confusion.  

Quizzically, Lee wondered, "W-what about?"  

He hadn't a clue as to what she had in mind but Janine declared, "Just something I've brought Mooky and someone else to help with." 

"Like who," Lee replied curiously; not having a clue as to what his mother could want to talk about, let alone who it was she recruited for this inexplicable conversation. 

Janine touched the screen of her phone, causing it to emit the distinct sound of her phone's VOIP app reconnecting a call. 

"Cutie," a voice came from the phone that made Lee's eyes widen, and his pupils shrink in dismay. As Janine spun the phone around it was confirmed to Lee; there in the center of the camera in an unfamiliar though unmistakable hotel room was someone dumbfounded to see him. 

"Cutie," Callie repeated, "OH MY COD, HI!" She practically stood up in the office chair she sat in; she was so excited to see him.  

"Umm, hi Callie," Lee mumbled quietly, sucking the air in his cheek, and restlessly holding his arm. 

She continued, almost blathering as she had so much to say, "What's going on, you haven't answered any of my messages or calls in forever! I wanted to talk to you ever since I saw what happened at the Autumn Squad Tournament." Hearing that alarmed Lee immensely but he couldn’t imagine she would say, "What you did, that—THAT WAS AMAZING!" 

"Huh," Lee gasped, as did Janine; neither of whom could've guessed how she would have reacted. 

Excitement cascaded through her words, "That move you did; I never saw anything like that! It was—it was like—I swear it was like three Dynamo Rollers covered the length of an entire map! Tell me how you did it! Where did you get all that ink? D'ya think it was because we spent all summer getting ya buff n' tuff?" Tell me, Cutie, tell me, tell me, tell me!" 

She blathered with a degree of exhilaration that was comparable to a young child winning a shopping spree in a toy store. As weary as she made Lee, her words bewildered Janine who turning her phone around to scold the young woman. "Callie, this isn't what we talked about, remember?" 

A sharp intake of breath could be heard from the other side of the call and Callie said, "Ohh, right-right, I'm sorry, Mom." Turning her back around to face him, Lee caught sight of a side of Callie he was familiar with but rarely saw. She gazed at him with a troubled look of concern, exclaiming, "Cutie, Mom said you got hurt at that tournament and you got really upset for a long time afterward. I-I'm not really good in these kinds of situations," she stuttered, "But how are you feeling now?" 

Lee answered, his lips quivering as he seemed to struggle to form a smile, "Y-Y-Yeah, I am-- I'm feeling a lot better." 

Mooky confirmed straightaway, "It is true." He explained further, "My sensors indicate that Master Lee is as perfectly fit and able as he was this morning." 

"Y-Yeah," Lee bobbed his head with a wide smile stretching his face, "That's right; I’m all better, really, honestly.” He seemed dead set on convincing them; and it worked on Mooky and even Callie. 

“You see Mom, we have nothing to worry about,” Callie said optimistically. 

They may have bought it but Janine didn’t. Now more than ever she was certain of it; his slumping posture, his nervous demeanor, and how it seemed like he struggled to answer. Something was definitely awry with her son. 

She silenced both Mooky and Callie's chattering, "Both of you; please," she said before focusing squarely on her child. "Lee, I'm your mother, it's my job to know everything, especially about you, and I know that you like to hide your feelings to keep everyone from worrying about you." 

Hearing that made Lee's eyes go as wide as dinner plates, his mouth went dry, and his whole body stiffened up as he listened to his mom continue. 

"Normally I would give you space and let you talk when you wanted to but since you're hurt and have been depressed I NEED to know exactly what's going on." Janine was doing what she thought was right; if she was going to help her son, she needed him to tell her everything. 

However, Lee could only muster a tepid stutter, "I—I—well—I," he nearly bit his tongue; he couldn't formulate a single word in response. 

Janine practically pleaded with each question she asked, "Do I need to schedule some therapy? Is your medicine making you feel more depressed? Do we need to try different medicine? Is there anything you're having trouble with at school or at home?" 

Each question she asked he just babbled, "I—umm—uhh—I--." 

Callie interrupted the examination; giving Lee the most worrisome look. She gasped, "What?! Cutie, is that why you didn't answer any of my calls? I had no idea, I just-- why didn't you say anything? I was so worried the entire time and now this—what's going on, Cutie?”

She looked so distraught, Lee could tell and he knew she expected an answer; an explanation of why he kept her in the dark so long. The only problem is he didn't have one to offer. The most he could do was bumble through an apology, "Callie, I—didn't mean to, I just, I'm sorry—I didn't--." 

Over the chatter of the two women, Mooky thought to interject as well. "Master Lee this is most troubling; the odds of you being dishonest are exactly "5000 to 1." He seemed to have a second thought thereafter, "But there is the addition of your anti-anxiety medication that has the effect of altering your brain chemistry; the unplanned alteration can alter that ratio to as low as 200 to 1." 

Lee took in a quick, hard breath through his nose. He tried to reply but Mooky was throwing out numbers and calculations, and was beginning to explain functionality and side effects of his medication that he wasn't aware of. It was so much information to take in all at once from the little robot—let alone Janine and Callie as well. They all seemed to continue talking to him all at once. 

"I'm only doing all this because I love you." 

"There is also the possibility of how your medicine affects your physical health."  

"You know you can tell me everything, you know that, right?" 

"I brought in everyone you can be honest with so please." 

"Perhaps that itself is negatively impacting your thoughts." 

"I'm here for you, you're my bestie!" 

He couldn't tell who was even talking; their voices quickly began to meld together. 

"You may seem physically fine but there is a possibility you are not mentally." 

"I want to do everything I can to help you." 

"I want to see that super-duper smile of yours again!" 

He kept trying to respond but couldn't think, his mind couldn't catch up to everything that was being said. 

"I'll do whatever I can, whatever you want, you don't have to worry." 

"We can get through this together, I promise, I'll come right to you." 

"Interpreting and understanding the state of your health is most important." 

There was so much going through Lee's head; he couldn't process it all.  

He wanted to run away, he wanted to leave, their attention and what they were asking of him was simply too much. 

"Please Lee, talk to us." 

"Master Lee please tell me." 

"Cutie, please." 

That was it. 

"Haaa—hii—AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" 

Lee's breath was caught in his throat but only for a moment as he reared back and released a scream so loud it must've been heard from all across the city. It startled the three who were desperate to help him, they could only look on in horror as Lee then collapsed to the floor in front of them. 

Janine and Mooky scrambled up to him. Callie nearly fell; in sheer surprise she bolted out of the chair she was sitting in. 

Dropping to her knees, Janine cried out, "Lee! Lee! Honey, what's the matter?! What's wrong?!" 

"Hyeh-eh, hyehh-ahh, heeeh, gyeh, kaaa, haa." All he could do was release high pitched wheezing noises and sounds like—he was having trouble breathing! Observing him; his skin was steadily going pale as he lay on the carpet, clutching at his chest with both hands. 

Callie begged for an explanation, "Mom, Mom, I can't see, what's happening?!" 

Janine wasn't even sure; she didn't answer Callie but instead opted for help from another source, "Mooky! Ahh," she screamed, "Tell me what's going on with my baby, please!" 

Despite being a robot, Mooky seemed as frightened as he tried to search for an answer. "Searching," he exclaimed only to quickly find the answer. He gasped at what he found, "MASTER LEE IS SUFFERING FROM A PANIC ATTACK!" 

"A panic attack," Janine and Callie repeated as they watched him with ever increasing anxious fear. Every breath he took sounded so pained and his body started to convulse and shiver at random intervals—and neither knew what to do to help him. 

Biting her teeth, Janine couldn't think of what to do in that moment. In her desperation she cried out, practically begging,"Mooky what do we do?!" 

Mooky flailed his arms and shook his head, "I do not know I must search more for the remedy!" His arms then fell at his sides limply and he blankly stared ahead, muttering, "Connecting to internet—searching for 'cure to panic attack'. Searching—searching--." 

He was taking seconds too long and so Callie bawled, "Mom, what did we do? We did this to him, what are we gonna do, I'm so scared, I—I—I should get Marie, she'll know what to do, she always knows what to do!" 

Despite Mooky variably leaving the conversation and Callie's reflections of her own inexperienced panic, Janine couldn’t focus on either of them. In that moment all she saw was Lee; her poor son on the floor in an anxiety induced panic.  Her heart sank, this was such a constant problem in their life; her son faced a myriad of troubles that she was utterly powerless to stop. She was beside herself; there were so many times where she relied on others to save him... 

Janine’s fists tightened and her body tensed up; over all the noises, over all the blame and fear swirling around in her head—she needed to act. Without saying a word she shoved her phone into Mooky's arms, bringing him out of his trance of scouring the internet and surprising Callie as well. 

"Search suspended," Mooky said. 

Callie gulped, "M-Mom," neither were sure of what was going on.

They watched as Janine scooped Lee up in her arms and carried him over to the sofa. If she wasn't so focused she would've noticed how unusually cold Lee's body was feeling, and how it trembled and tingled in her arms but she wouldn't let anything slow her down. 

She set him down and had him sit up straight. Looking right into his eyes, sje instructed, "Lee, Lee, if you're able to hear me; look at me, focus on me, just me." She pointed to her eyes, hoping he would follow. Though he was still gasping for a breath and blinking away tears that collected in the corner of his eyes, she saw he did managed to do as she said. "That's good Honey, that's really good, keep your eyes on me, Sweetie," she praised. 

His chest was heaving uncontrollably and he whimpered painfully. Thinking quickly, Janine gripped his tiny hand. "Lee, Lee, listen to Mommy, Baby, listen to Mommy's heart." She took his hand and placed it squarely over her heart. His fingers tightened and loosened repeatedly but she held it there, "Just focus on this, good boy, that's a good boy, you can do it, Mommy will stay right here, you'll be okay." 

Even though she was unsure and scared out of her mind, Janine did her best to remain calm, in hopes that it would help Lee. Her heartbeat was steady, slow, and most of all, soothing. He had lost control of himself but sensing his mother's heartbeat, and hearing her loving, encouraging words was slowly but surely easing his terror. Janine held her hand over Lee's keeping it on her heart as she tenderly cupped his cheek with her other. "You're doing so good Honey, Mommy's so proud of you, just keep at it, everything will be fine, I promise, I'm here for you, I promise, I’m here." 

Everything else in the Squidly household fell completely silent aside from Janine's encouraging words, and Lee's erratic breathing. As time passed he steadily became more coherent; the shaking stopped, the cold sweat he developed was fading, and he could see clearly as the tears dried up.

Mooky silently approached with Callie watching without making a sound. 

"M-Mom," Lee weakly said. 

Janine's lips quivered as they curled into the widest smile. Without sparing another moment she threw her arms around her shrunken son, embracing him with all the love she had. 

"I'm so sorry, Lee," she whimpered, teetering on the edge of crying over what she did. "I should've thought better, I knew you were still upset and I still backed you into a corner to make you talk!" She sniffled as it really dawned on her how poorly thought her actions were. Janine touched her cheek to Lee's and stroked his hair as she begged, "I don't expect you to but please Honey can you ever forgive me?" There was a part of her that just knew she didn't deserve her son's forgiveness for her betrayal. 

Miraculously, Lee did forgive her; "Mom—you were right though." 

That surprised Janine as much as it did everyone else in the room. 

She pulled back to allow him room to explain, "I really wanted to feel better because everyone's been so worried about me. I just—sniff," he sniveled, "I saw how hard you and Mooky were trying for me, and I got so many messages from friends who were there that day and saw on TV, and I just, I just wanted to try." 

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and looked down at himself; inspecting his diminutive body which hadn’t changed in weeks. He held up his hands and kicked his stubby legs, mumbling, "I took the medicine like you said, and I tried, I really tried to feel better for everyone thinking that it would help but I just—I can't do it!" He slammed his fists down on the leather sofa, "Mom, I can't do it, I can't make any ink!" Janine gasped, and so did Callie and Mooky as they watched Lee furiously pound his fist against his abdomen. 

The worried mother grabbed her troubled son's fist, trying to stop him but he beat on himself with his other. "Lee stop it," she yelled, gripping his other hand, stopping him even though he wriggled and writhed. 

He bared his teeth, snarling out questions; "Why can't I do it, why can't I just be normal like everyone else?!" He hung his head down and shook his head, "I try so hard to work out and get big and strong and cool like everyone else and just—when I feel like I did, this happens!" He whined and moaned, then looked at his mother, seeking an answer to a question he continuously asked himself, "Am I gonna be small, hiic—and, gyuhh—weak, guh-huh, and can't do anything forever?" His words came in bursts between whimpers before he finally dropped his head against his mother's front and began to cry. 

Janine was at a loss for words; she knew how much stress her son faced with his confidence and self-worth. Despite how she, their family friends, neighbors, and more loved him for who he was—he didn't feel the same about himself.  

What could she even do about it? 

Was this environment to stressful for him? Was this whole world too stressful for him? 

As she held her son and let him cry, Janine wanted nothing more in the entire universe than to find a way to cure her son of everything that troubled his poor mind. What could she do, what could anyone do? 

With that thought, a voice reached her, "Janine, Lee..." 

Through their grief they turned their attention to the phone held in Mooky's little clamp hands. Even just watching the scene unfold, Callie could tell how much this family she loved dearly was suffering. 

"Cutie, I'm coming by tomorrow—and I'm going to help you get better." 

#Splatoon #nintendo #inkling #fan fiction #lee squidly

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on the rare occasions tomya fights:

Tommen: what are we having for dessert?

Arya: Strawberry shortcake

Tommen, aka Deathly Allergic to Strawberries: BABE P L E A S E

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Question tag

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Nickname: Marie, shortcake

Starsign: Virgo

Height: 5′1 yeah short as fuck

Time right now: 8:40 pm

Last thing googled: “Coleccionista de Canciones novela”

Favorite music artists: Justin Bieber, Shawn Mendes, Bruno Mars, BTS, RBD

Song stuck in your head: Monsters by Ruelle .

Last movie watched: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2.

Last TV show watched: The K2

What are you wearing right now: a white off the shoulder shirt with peace signs on it and panties

When did you create your blog: 2015 I think

What kind of stuff do you post: used to post imagines but now i mostly reblog stuff related to BTS or kdramas I’m watching, but since Shadowhunters started that’s going to take up my blog again

Do you have any other blogs: nope

Do you get asks regularly: lol I wish .

Why did you choose your URL: Because this blog was created to write imagines for Shadowhunters

Hogwarts house: I’ve taken two sorting hat tests (lost my password for the first account so) I got Ravenclaw (which to be fucking honest I’m so dumb to be in that house) and Gryffindor

Pokemon team: don’t know shit about pokemon

Favourite colour: pink, baby blue, lilac .

Average hours of sleep: about 12, but if it was during the college semester I would say 6 or less

Lucky number: 31

Favorite character(s): Sirius Black, James Potter, Draco Malfoy, Fred and George Weasley from Harry Potter, Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Evie from Descendants, Finnick Odair from The Hunger Games, Roberts Pardo and Diego Bustamante from Rebelde (soap opera), Joon Jae and Tae Oh from Legend of the Blue Sea, Grim Reaper from Goblin, Yi Jung from Boys Over Flowers, Ji Woon from Cinderella and Four Knights, Hwa Shin from Jealousy Incarnate, Vlad/Dracula from Dracula Untold (this man omg).

How many blankets do you sleep with: just one, Puerto Rico is so hot that if I slept with more I could literally drown in sweat.

Dream job: I want to be a fashion designer but I can’t draw for shit so, if you’ve seen Devil Wears Prada, I want a job like the one Andy had, just not that extreme.

Following: 217

I tag: @jiminniemouse ; @noona-la-la-la ; @ellieljade ; @tiny-taepot ; @omgbigbangtanboys ; @btssmutgalore