#i still think they're absolutely hideous

[rewh0re]

OMG WE'RE MATCHING!!

-headcanons of items that you'd match with each other hehe, very fluffy lol, short short short, this is my way of saying that I'd love to match with my babies. REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

-pairings : reo, chigiri, isagi, rin x reader (separate)

╰►REO :

He'd definitely be the type to get a pair of matching rings. They're expensive too, probably from Tiffany and co. or some big brand like that. Reo would buy these gorgeous pair of diamond rings for couples which would make your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. You would chastise him for getting such an expensive item too but all he would say is that it's a sign of commitment. He'd get so confused when you would tell him that you can't wear it daily.

"What? Why?" Reo would ask, a tinge of hurt taking over him filling you with immense sadness.

"Baby these are expensive. I don't wanna lose them by mistake or have someone steal them," you would hold his hand in reassurance.

He'd find a way for that too. The very next day he gets two thin silver chains for the rings. That way you can wear it and have the ring on you daily without losing it!

╰► CHIGIRI :

I think you guys probably saw this coming but Chigiri would definitely get like these hair ties or scrunchies. He'd buy these sets of 2 and would give you one while the other stays with him. You bet he'd always wear the hair tie or scrunchie on his wrist without fail. He would never take it off and if he ever sees you without it, he'd probably frown a little bit asking where the hair tie was. You would also trade them. He would take yours and you would take his whenever you felt like it and he was always open to it. He probably doesn't like sharing his hair items but when it comes to you taking his hair tie, he'd gladly give it to you and take yours too. Oh he would also try out hairstyles on you and tie your hair with his gift. So sweet.

╰► ISAGI :

Isagi is a bracelet guy. He had bought this simple bracelet with an infinity charm for the both of you before joining blue lock as a parting gift. He would never take it off and neither would you because it was the only reminder you both had of each other. Coming out of blue lock, his popularity hit a surge. His strength as a footballer increased ten folds, he changed a lot overall. However, what still remained was the bracelet he'd got for the two of you. Seeing the little accessory, you knew he had and always would be your Isagi. Later, when he's even more popular, on covers of magazines as a star football player and a lot richer than he was years ago, he gets a more luxe bracelet. Don't get me wrong, he still wears the little infinity charm one but he gets the pair of you, two new golden bracelets with little embellishments of precious gems as you both are settling down. So now both of your wrists have not one but two bracelets as a sign of forever!

╰►RIN :

In his case, you would be the one getting something. Probably like a set of matching t-shirts, and I am talking about those t-shirts that had ‘I LOVE MY S/O’ or ‘IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO THEM’ ‘I AM THEM’ printed on them in bold. You had the most mischievous grin plastered on your face as he opened the packaging to find two absolutely hideous choices of garments (he would frame it like that, not me). However with a bit of whining and a little bit of bringing out your inner theatrics would finally lead him to wear the t-shirts. He would mostly wear it at home whenever you would wear your one. However, recent paparazzi pictures of him showed him wearing that specific t-shirt paired with some jeans and shades, a cup of coffee in his hand. When it reached you through the power of the internet, it sent you hollering. There were memes being posted every second and you lost no opportunity to troll your boyfriend. Rin would be so embarrassed but hey as long as you were entertained right?

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #rin x reader #itoshi rin #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #reo fluff #chigiri fluff #isagi fluff #rin fluff #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #isagi headcanons #rin headcanons #reo headcanons #chigiri headcanons #blue lock x you #bllk x reader fluff #bllk x y/n #isagi is definitely a bracelet guy no argument accepted bye #—storytelling🌙

[istoleyoursk1n]

How do you think the companions would be with a tiefling gn Reader who's insecure about their horns and tail / just in general being a tiefling? Idm which companions!

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How would they react to a tiefling Tav who's insecure about being a tiefling?

(Little note, I personally love tieflings, I think they're so pretty)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Oh, poor thing, you’re gorgeous! Whoever told you weren’t? My, you’re simply the prettiest little tiefling I’ve ever had the pleasure to see, and trust me, darling, I have seen many.”

Baffled that this would be something you’d be ashamed about. I mean, he’d tell you to your face if you were hideous but he hasn't now has he?

He doesn't quite understand what's there to be insecure about, you look just fine in his eyes but if you need his honest opinion then he’ll give it to you.

He thinks tieflings are fascinating in their own right.

With long curled horns, rigid skin, and a gaze as intense as the fiery pits of hell, you’re not exactly the worst thing he's seen.

He’s not a poet but he’d show you how much he adores every inch of your body to prove just how stunning you are in his eyes.

Damn anyone who says otherwise, he’d reject the heavens in favor of a more hellish embrace that comes in your shape.

He really likes touching your horns/grabbing onto them, he’d never explain why but the texture of them under his cold fingertips is something he pleasantly enjoys.

: ̗̀➛WYLL

“Love, you are above the heavens itself. No angel could compare to the warmth I have found in your every touch. You’re someone I am proud to call my lover, horns and all.”

He gets it, I mean he was turned into some sort of devilish fiend by his wretched patron.

He understands how it could make anyone feel insecure. The horns feel heavy, your skin isn't as smooth as most, and there are cases in which people easily judge you for what you are.

Though, are those reasons to make him love you any less? Absolutely not.

You looked at his transformed self and still chose to love him, so of course he’d do the same for you. In fact, he loves you even more now.

He’d call you beautiful in every way he knows how, concealing each thought of you in words that all come to praise everything that you are and more.

Besides, there's something rather poetic about two devils dancing in the moonlight.

Would compliment every part of your body you feel the most insecure about on a daily basis so that perhaps someday you’d love yourself the same way he loves you.

He’d fall in love with you and those fiery eyes again and again if he could. You hold his heart.

: ̗̀➛GALE

“No magic can compare to the spell you’ve cast upon me. Akin to a moth drawn to a flame, I will gladly fall into your fiery embrace.”

Upset that you view yourself in such a way.

He understands that a bad light is often shed amongst tieflings but he didn't think it would affect you to this degree.

He’s completely in love with every bit of you, he can't bear seeing you hate yourself like this.

If anything, this gives him more of a reason to praise you more, going above and beyond to make you feel like the god/goddess he sees in his eyes.

He’d speak in loving whispers about each and every part of your body so that not an inch of you goes unloved.

He loves staring into your eyes, they dilate and pulse in a way that bewitches him to a point where he’d rather meet your gaze than look up at the stars.

You could describe yourself in the most downright horrendous way possible and he’d still look at you with the most smitten expression you've seen a man hold.

He’ll help you get over your insecurities little by little, doing everything he can to make you see yourself as the specialty you are.

: ̗̀➛KARLACH

“What?! Why would you be? You’re only the greatest thing that's ever happened to me! The hottest thing to come into my life! You’re amazing.”

I mean she gets it, there's a dark stigma around tieflings that she faced herself. For a long while, she was seen as this brutish devil who’d kill children!

But tieflings can be cool, she thinks tieflings can and are badass! There's nothing else like them.

Would constantly reassure you that there's nothing you should be ashamed about, you’re amazing as hell and she loves you for it.

Fuck anyone who tries to slander you for who you are, she’d gladly set them ablaze.

The constant heat she feels on a daily basis is nothing compared to the burning feeling you give her. It makes her go weak at the knees.

Very direct about how much she loves the way you look, it's impossible for anything she says to be a lie.

She’d scream it out loud for the hell of it, making sure all of Faerûn knew how gorgeous you were with all your devilish little features.

She thinks the tail and horns are hot, nothing you say can make her ever think otherwise.

She’ll love you until every part of her body burns into ash in the hopes that by then, you will have learned to love yourself.

: ̗̀➛SHADOWHEART

“Hm. Well, I suppose we all have our own insecurities… if it makes you feel any better, I think… no. I know you’re beautiful. You’re beyond every loving word I could ever use to describe you.”

Surprised by this but she doesn't take it against you. Instead, she’ll find her own little ways of helping you out of your insecurities.

The stigma around tieflings is bad but it is something she herself can relate to with once being a follower of the goddess Shar and the misconceptions that come with it.

Gentle reassurances of your appearance and her love for you would constantly come unprompted.

She’d notice you sadly staring at your horns in a reflection and she wouldn't hesitate to walk up to you and remind you about how pretty they are.

If she sees you scratching and your rigid skin, she’d come up to you and gently take your hand into hers, proudly confessing how much she adores your skin.

She wouldn't bombard you with compliment after compliment but she'd certainly be there if the self-hate gets too much.

She would carefully drag you out of that darkness just as you did for her.

She’d gently drag her fingertips across your horns and every rigid part of your skin, entangling her hand into your tail if not for a simple display of affection.

There's not a single part of you she hasn't come to adore and she’ll make sure that in time, you’ll come to adore those parts of you too.

: ̗̀➛LAE’ZEL

“Insecure? How could someone like you be ‘insecure’? Your mind has no place for such degrading thoughts. You’re better than that.”

She doesn't quite grasp the concept of being ‘insecure’ about something other than it being a sign of weakness hence her confusion at first.

She sees you as a brilliant warrior, someone she deeply admires, how do you find yourself hating anything about yourself?

She sees no reason for your self-loathing and may across as rudely direct such as telling you to simply move past it.

But soon enough she’ll realize how much these ‘insecurities’ of yours may be affecting you and go out of her way to try a different approach.

She’ll start off by saying how being a tiefling doesn't make you any weaker or lower than anybody else, in fact, you are more than worthy of praise and respect.

She believes every part of you is attractive, you’d never have to worry about her ever falling out of love for you.

Besides, aren't tiefling’s fire resistant? That's another thing you should be proud of, some do not have the privilege of being able to withstand strong flames.

It's mostly listing every advantage your body holds against others before ever so subtly squiggling in an actual sweet compliment that she sort of hopes you don't pick up on.

She couldn't have asked for a better partner, you are far better than anything she could have wished for and she wouldn't have you in any other way.

: ̗̀➛HALSIN

“Nature has built you in the shape of beauty, my heart, every part of you was intended to be loved. Even the prettiest of roses are put to shame in you’re presence.”

He looks more hurt than you by the newly found information.

He believed nature had made all its creatures perfect to every single degree, that includes you.

He could hardly bear hearing you degrade yourself in such a way, not when you’re the most precious thing he's ever laid his eyes upon.

He’d have to sit you down, and allow both of you to discuss your insecurities and where they could have possibly stemmed from.

After which he goes on an entire monologue about how deeply infatuated he is with you and everything that you are, horns and tail included.

If anything, he thinks your horns and tail are adorable. You’re the very peak of beauty in a world filled of glorious things.

He’ll compliment and praise every part of yourself you've come to hate until you’re a speechless, blushing mess.

Try convincing him otherwise and you might as well faint from the amount of sweet little whispers he’d be sending your way.

There is no way he's letting you get away from this without feeling like the most loved thing on this planet.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 headcanon #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #bg3 halsin #bg3 lae’zel #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 x reader #astarion #karlach #halsin #lae’zel #wyll #gale #shadowheart

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Wearing Baggy Clothes Around SKZ {Chubby Babe Edition}♡

♡ I was asked to explore how these cuties might feel about having a girlfriend who wears baggy clothes 24/7 because it makes her comfy, not because she's insecure. So let's get into it... ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: fluffy fluff ♡

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Your choice to wear baggy clothing isn't something he's ever given a second thought to

Duh, he thinks you have a beautiful body but it's 100% your choice if you want to show it off or not

It's actually really nice having a girlfriend who has the same fashion sense as him because he doesn't feel pressured to dress more revealing either

Whenever companies offer to send him free stuff he makes sure he asks for a size that works for both of you that way you have a few items that you can share/wear when you miss each other

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Being fashionable to him has never translated to having to wear tighter clothes so he still finds what you wear to be quite cute

When he goes to special events he likes to take you with him but he'll never get upset with you if you choose not to wear what's "in" at the moment

He puts a lot of effort into helping you pick out fashion week worthy outfits that keep you looking as gorgeous as you do without compromising comfort

If anyone ever says anything rude to you about it they're catching some major side eye from him coupled with some colorful language

♡ Changbin ♡

This is it. Dwaekki's chance to talk you into wearing matching gym clothes even when you aren't even kinda sorta heading to the gym that day

When I say matching, I mean matching. Whatever he has, you have the women's version of and it will be worn when you're together. I don't make the rules here

If you ever decide to change your mind about how you want to dress he'll support you 100% in rocking something tighter/more revealing

But he'll never pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do. The most important thing to him is that you're happy, whatever that looks like for you

♡ Lee Know ♡

Outfits that have too much going on agitate him when it comes to what his stylists put on him so he understands completely why you wouldn't want to deal with that

He pretends that he doesn't want to be touched around other people but he really likes cuddles and your clothes make cuddling better for him

Every time Soonie, Doongi, or Dori make biscuits on the dangling fabric of your clothing he thinks it's super adorable. Best cat step-mom ever

Has a habit of always rolling your sleeves/pants/etc up for you when you're about to do something that might be messy so that they fit snugly in the right places

♡ Felix ♡

At first, he asks a lot of questions to make sure that you aren't doing this because you're insecure about your body

It's not done to imply that you should be. He just wants to know if you are so that he can remind you more often that you're beautiful and that anyone who says otherwise can bite you

After that though, he lets it go and starts to do things like slipping into your hoodie with you even though there's no way he's getting his head out of the other end

Ultimately, he encourages you to go even bigger because how can he be properly attached to you at the hip if there isn't room for two all the time?

♡ Han ♡

This is absolutely going to turn into a lengthy conversation about how a lot of women in the old school hip hop scene chose to dress this way too

He's bound to get sidetracked talking about certain artists who wore things he thinks you'd look cute in. Some of it might be hideous. Just nod and smile

It's cool because he gets to be as physically affectionate as he wants to be with you in public without worrying that he'll make a wrong move and something slips out

The day will never come when it isn't adorable to him that you can curl up in your clothes like a lil cat. Just this cozy, warm ball of cuteness

♡ I.N ♡

It's in his spirit to take advantage of the fact that baggier clothes make you easier to grab

Meaning, if you try to run away when he's inevitably doing something to get on your nerves he'll catch you immediately and you'll be trapped with him

This isn't a bad thing because, even when he's torturing you, it's impossible not to see how much he cares about you

The other guys tend to tease him about how smitten he is with you and how cool he thinks you are but that'll never stop him from acting that way

♡ Seungmin ♡

Your face is what he spends most of his time staring at anyway so it's no big deal that you don't wear revealing clothing

It's kind of a good thing that you don't because he can be a real brat when other guys are staring at you and you aren't sure how long he can resist the urge to poke their eyes out

Of course, he can get over that jealousy so that you feel supported in switching it up sometimes

Though he will playfully tease you about being his "other girlfriend" when you switch back and forth because being a menace comes with the territory

#stray kids fluff #stray kids x you #stray kids headcanons #stray kids x reader #stray kids x chubby reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #lee felix x reader #bang chan x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #changbin x reader

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hi, if its ok to ask .

Slashers x teen reader

The teen reader is fond of sewing after finishing the sketch. If they cant do the method they look it up online when they are able to create it with trial and error they gift the slashers something they made weather be small or big . If anyone attacks them she has a bracelet with a pin cushion filled with pins for attack

I'm kinda confused since you didn't specify what kind of sewing but I tried my best!

Slashers x teen! reader who likes sewing

Michael 🔪

Michael doesn't like sewing obviously, he doesn't get the appeal other than the damage you could cause with the sharp needle/ the presser foot he guess.

But damn he loves your sewing products even if it looks like he glanced at it one time for a second, he thinks they're so cute and especially since you made it all for him?? And him specifically???

One day you took a large amount of your time and made a mini him with a mini knife and he looked pissed off but inside he was pleasantly surprised and pleased and from then on he took it everywhere with him inside his breast pocket.

He witness you having problems with your idea one time and just silently watched you struggle cause he doesn't know what to do either and then walked away after you finally found out how to fix it. It's weird but ig that's his way of looking after you. (he came back an hour later to see what you made even though it might just be halfway done.)

He thinks the hobby itself is a waste of time but takes it back when you gift him cool ass clothings or toys with it. (he totally still thinks it a waste of time, it's just cooler when you do it.)

Your dad doesn't approve of sharp things that could danger YOU but if its for self defense he can let it pass. Although he thinks it's unnecessary. (you have him, why would you need weapons?)

But he approves when he realises they keep you safe. But he thinks they look hideous.

Jason 🪓

He's never really thought of sewing before but it did pique his interest when he saw you doing it one day. He did find your sketching notebook and grew fond of your imagination.

I think Jason's clothes do become very worn out and so you did your best to make a new one for him (which you got from dead victims) and made him a big long sleeved shirt which consisted of forest green, coffee brown and other nature and earthy colors. He was so proud of you, his little kid. :,)

But he likes anything you make, really.

If you're struggling with something you have to find out in your own. Because I don't know where you can look anything up online or any technology in a place such as where Jason lives. But Jason will support you to the best of his abilities.

And oh, if you make any matching articles of clothing for the both of you he will be over the moon. Like matching bear bucket hats or matching patterned pants. He thinks it'll be a great way to let outsiders others know that you two have a connection with each other. (yk, like relation? Family relation?? Idk)

He loves the little small things you can make, like a sewn cat or animal and make it look like a key chain.

If you make a mini him, he might just cry. If you make a mini him and you holding hands like a parent / child way he'll definitely cry. He never even dreamed of such luxury. He's just engulfing you while hugging you like. "oh you precious thing, *sob*"

Jason absolutely freaks out when he saw the bracelet pin cushion. You have a bracelet full of pins, what if they slip out and cut your entire hand off!? But just show him how helpful it is and he'll calm down a little. A little...

Hannibal 🍽️

Hannibal noticed your hobby of sewing after a while of living with him/ visiting you before he took you in (?). He finds the hobby quite adorable and pretty useful. He would love to see your creations after you're done with them.

He may or may not snoop around your sketchbook and act as if nothing happened if you almost catch him.

He compliments whatever you make but gives constructive criticism when needed. And sometimes he looks too deep in what your sewn products are and what they might mean. 💀

this man gets so enthusiastic and happy when you want to make custom clothes for him like ong, a suit made from love from his child and made exactly to his liking?? What could he ask for more? He happily just stands there while you take his measurements.

He occasionally checks up on you while you sew, and although he prefers when you two are in the dinner table together, he won't mind having a meal or two alone. Atleast you eat.

Hannibal acknowledges your errors, not in a bad way but in a way where he sees it as learning process and is very proud of you when you've successfully completed your work.

Talking about sewing, you already know about the kinda expensive shit he gets for you according to your taste. They just seem very valuable no matter how you make them look.

Do it, make matching suits (or yours a dress, however you like it) for the both of you. He has this sick ass introduction where he introduces you as his teenage child and you look like those cool parent & child team in action movies/shows.

He also doesn't approve of sharp things and thinks the pin cushion is a bit odd. They're too obvious and someone might snatch them and make the tables turn so he suggests a more secret area.

Billy n Stu 🎭

Safe to say the both of them thought sewing was boring and takes up too much of time but that wasn't much after they met you.

You literally make their ghostface costumes.

They both love seeing what sorts of things you can make from a lump of small pieces of clothing and a needle/machine. They totally asked you to sew custom clothes for them. (Billy was a bit of an asshole but agreed to give you money because of stu) they couldn't have been happier with the result.

They think sewing is so cool now. And if you make a ghostface / mini them, that's it. Sewing is officially their favourite thing even if they don't do it. They have it on almost every single day.

Billy and stu probably tried to flex on Sidney and Tatum on the things you make for them and they were mildly concerned at the ghostface thing.

Billy will loudly look through your sketchbook in front of you, even though there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's like someone looking through your unfinished drawing sketchbook. (artists can relate.) stu will try to be a but sneaky but fails and goes along with Billy.

These men have no shame, and will proudly and confidently boast about what you make and how good you make it in front of random ass people you don't even know. Even when you're really embarrassed and telling them to stop.

These men will like anything you make and don't really have much to complain about. So they'll give a genuine thumbs up on pretty much anything.

They think the pin cushion is hilarious but make it horror themed and they'll think it's cool. They have no problem with you and dangerous objects and they think this is great for self defense.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #x you fluff #hannibal lecter #og michael myers #hannibal lecter x child! reader (platonic) #michael myer x child reader #michael myers x teen! reader(platonic) #michael myers #michael myer x teen!reader #Michael myers x child! Reader (platonic) #jason voorhees x child! reader (platonic) #jason voorhees x teen! reader (platonic) #jason voorhees #billy and stu #billy loomis x child! reader (platonic) #Billy loomis x teen! Reader (platonic) #stu matcher fluff #stu matcher x child! reader (platonic) #Stu matcher x teen! Reader (platonic) #stu matcher imagine #ghostface #ghostface x child! reader (platonic) #child!reader #x child reader #Slashers x child! Reader (platonic) #hannibal x child!reader #halloween 1978 #friday the thirteenth #scream

[banes-favourite]

do you have any more general hcs on regressed Gortash and Durge? you’ve put the thought in my brain and just YES YES YES 🙏🙏🙏

absolutely, i love thinking about them 🙏

- Gortash either regresses to his 4-5 year old self or a baby

- When he's a bit older, his absolutely favourite thing to do is play with toys. He'll often gather clocks and pens from all over the house and put them together, pry them open, pull them apart, make hideous little toys and play pretend with them. Durge thinks it's cute but he's also breaking a ton of expensive stuff so he has to lock him in a playpen with normal toys like stuffed animals and wooden figurines.

- A reflection of his own past, but he's just so quiet as a kid. He's learned to exist without bothering anyone, so he's super slippery and Durge has to lock doors or he'll find him out in the garden terrorising the plants and throwing rocks at stuff (and people).

- Similarly, he's not too fussy about food. He'll eat anything off his plate because his brain is still in survival-mode, so Durge pushes the most veggies he can on him and all he gets is the occasional annoyed sigh.

- Durge steals a stuffed bear from his childhood home and when he's little, Gortash does. not. separate from it. He takes it everywhere, dragging it behind him, feeding it, playing with it, bathing with it and will not sleep unless he's hugging it. He doesn't have a name for it, just calls it "Bear".

- That said, Durge did have to take it away from him one time when he found him reenacting a scene where Bear broke something and little Gort played the upset mother who was beating the poor thing senselessly with a shoe. He had to give him a very awkward talk afterwards about how it's okay to break things because you get to fix them.

- Gortash likes to draw on the walls. He especially likes taking baths in the fireplace's charcoal and leaving handprints all over the walls and carpets (Bane is so proud <3)

- One time Durge didn't realise he was little until Gortash had accidentally scratched himself with his gauntlet and cried so hard. Durge had to shush him while cleaning up the scratch.

- Durge will explain human anatomy to him as a fucked up bedtime story.

- Going full baby doesn't happen often, only when things are getting waayy too bad mentally for him. When it does happen, Durge is extra careful with him, holding him close and bouncing him, feeding him his bottle of warm milk, tucking him in with Bear and praying to Bhaal he sleeps more than 15 minutes.

- It's a little heartwarming for Durge to watch how innocent and playful Gortash is when he's regressed. It's like the years of labor and hard work disappear from his eyes and he can smile genuinely again.

- He takes him camping sometimes, out in the garden. Teaches him about constellations while they're both laying in the grass, stargazing, and has to stop him from eating dirt multiple times.

- Banites find it so funny to teach little Gortash to recite Bane's gospel, it drives Durge nuts. Imagine a little 5 year old going around talking about the undeniable grasp of unity and prosperity under the leadership of a strong-willed black hand.

#pls send more ideas/asks abt them 🙏 #bg3 #gortash #enver gortash #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 gortash #durge #bg3 durge #agere #age regression #agere gortash

[qqueenofhades]

21 with Dream and Death?

"Sister," Dream says ominously, for the fourth or fifth time, and for what is absolutely more than the fourth or fifth time, is merrily, cheerily, completely and totally ignored. "We've had our fun, don't you think?"

"Had our fun? I honestly don't think you've even started." Death of the Endless, wearing a pumpkin-themed hat and sipping a steaming apple cider, tosses him a mischievous look. "Look, there's the ring toss. Go try to win a giant stuffed animal for Hob, why don't you? I'm sure he'd love it."

Dream opens his mouth in outrage at the idea of him ever participating in anything so uncouth as a ring toss, or attempting to win what is indeed a ridiculously oversized soft toy for his -- well, he doesn't like boyfriend, which sounds too juvenile, and he doesn't like partner, which is too unspecific, and technically they're not actually husbands but it feels something close, and anyway, never mind all that, Hob doesn't want the damn thing anyway. It's absolutely hideous. One of Dream's minor nightmares might be craftily concealed within, just waiting to come to life at midnight.

"No," he says instead. "I think not. Can we go? Unless we are here because one of those children is going to fall off the carousel, or choke at the apple-bobbing, and this is actually for work, but -- "

"It's not for work." Death shrugs. "Just for fun. Which, by the way, I still don't notice you having."

Dream makes a deeply skeptical noise in the back of his throat. It is a universally known fact that harvest and/or Hallowe'en festivals put on by well-meaning borough councils can be, to say the least, often a terrifying experience in the way they did not quite intend. This one, in Islington, north London, is not so bad as things of that nature go, though the yobs loitering outside the park already shouted at Dream that he had a nice vampire costume, loser, and didn't he ever leave his mum's basement? (This incident, it must be admitted, probably disposed him to prejudice from the start, but still.) It's a pleasantly atmospheric and windy afternoon, leaves falling golden and just enough of a bite to the air to think of retreating to a warm pub or burning fireplace. There is, perhaps, one circumstance in which Dream would be enjoying it more, but alas --

"Let me guess," Death says, reading his mind with wickedly precise sisterly intuition. "You're sulking because Hob had to teach Britain in the World, 1600-1850, and couldn't get off work to come with us."

"That is -- " Dream sputters. "That is not -- "

"Hazards of dating an academic." Smirking, Death slips her arm through his and wafts the cider enticingly under his nose. (It does indeed smell good, but Morpheus refuses to admit it. ) "And you know, most ordinary people do feel free to say that they like the person they are with. May I add, finally."

Caught, of course, dead to rights, Dream can do little more than grumble feebly. Fine. Maybe it would be more fun if Hob was here. Not, however, that he ever intends to let his sister have the satisfaction of knowing that.

(Though, of course, she already does.)

#anonymous #ask #the sandman ff #dream and death #with bonus #dreamling #spooky season #look i was not actually intending to do these myself but couldn't resist #wrote this on my phone at work apologies for brevity 😂

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Ikusamonogatari

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Hitagi Honeymoon, by nisioisin

001

There was something odd about the name Araragi Hitagi. No matter how I try, it just doesn’t sit right with me. If I were to trace our acquaintance back to our freshman year at Naoetsu Private High School, where we became classmates, I would find that I have known her for almost a decade. Yet every time I see this name, it feels as unfamiliar as if we had only just met. If you ask me to pinpoint whose responsibility this unshakable strangeness was, I can say with absolute confidence that it was none other than mine, still it felt as though trying to force together two jigsaw pieces that don't fit.

Look at the joints; they're practically crumbling.

It was at the hallowed grounds of North Shirahebi Shrine, in the presence of its very god herself, that we swore an irreplaceable oath to bring each other happiness. But once married, there was a hideous sensation, akin to smudging the most precious aspect of a person I hold most dear in my life, the one and only Senjougahara Hitagi, with cheap paints. It was an indescribably disgusting, unsettling feeling.

The wedding gown and white kimono were meant to symbolize something pure, “a canvas ready to be dyed in the colors of our choosing.” This oft-repeated phrase, while understood, felt old-fashioned, archaic to say the least. Moreover, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I had stripped her of her most precious and fundamental possession: her name. The mere thought of this fact felt like a sharp stab, an eternal reminder to accompany me for the rest of my life. Truthfully, the confidence to create a blissful and harmonious home had eluded me.

How unfair, how unjust.

How utterly tragic.

Under such circumstances, it was simply impossible for me to say that I had no sense of guilt.

“It's not bad at all, Koyomi. I think it sounds even better. Araragi Hitagi, see, it rhymes and rolls off the tongue with such ease it's like it's been my name this whole time.”

Although she claimed not to mind, I couldn't help but be painfully aware of the burden imposed on her that should've been equally shared: we were no longer on equal footing, and the intense sense of immorality did not fade as time went on. If anything, my guilt only intensified.

What I mean by “burden” encompasses the need to reapply for a driver's license, passport, and license plate number, among various other things. The name she had carried for a quarter of a century was forcibly and legally stripped away—wasn’t that an unbelievable, unforgivable act of barbarism?

Just like the domestic violence that suddenly emerges after marriage.¹

The life of Araragi Koyomi had always been one of ceaseless battles against all kinds of unreasonable circumstances. So, even now, he should continue to fight for the sake of his family name. But this time, his opponent was not a monster, nor was it a mystery or tale of supernatural transformation, regrettably—it was the country of Japan itself.

Well, it could be argued that there wasn’t much difference between the country of Japan and its world of supernatural creatures, but I can't simply let that claim go unchallenged. As an experienced public servant, someone who had truly sworn loyalty to both the nation of Japan and its people, it was hard to advocate for the immediate abolition of the antiquated custom of married couples sharing the same surname. After being transferred to the FBI for advanced training and subsequently being headhunted for employment, and after buying my own home there, I found myself questioning my own patriotism.

Naturally, if we were to go by logic alone, rather than Hitagi legally becoming Araragi Hitagi, I would have become Senjougahara Koyomi. In fact, I had secretly been working on this plan behind the scenes. At first, everything was going smoothly, but the surreptitiously obtained written documentation was soon discovered by her. Hitagi, that is.

Well done, I must say.

“From the very moment we met, I felt a sense of harmony with Araragi-kun—like we were meant to be together. Also, I don’t want my father's surname to be combined with ‘Koyomi.’”

Okay.

Setting aside the latter part, even she shared the same sentiment as me in the beginning. No matter how fiercely we fought, it seemed as though we were ultimately conquered by convention.

Although marriage itself is inherently a form of constraint, and whose surname is used is of little consequence, in the end, tradition dictates that the wife takes the husband's last name. This custom has been ingrained in society for ages. Indeed, it may make sense from a logical standpoint, but ultimately, it is not logic that we must bow to in this matter.

As I recall, the family of Hachikuji— the god worshiped within the grounds of North Shirahebi Shrine, where I pledged myself in marriage—all bore the mother's surname, Tsunade. But alas, as the twin-tailed lost god once confessed to me:

“In the end, things didn’t work out well for my family, you see. We’re no longer a family. During my third year in elementary school, my parents divorced and I had to change my name. I wonder what the point of it all was.”

That’s all.

When I first heard her speak of that, I was young and naive, so I played it cool and responded with a smooth and seamless reply. Now that I’ve become a party to the incident myself, I can’t help but ruminate on the workings and procedures of the law.

Even when putting aside the fact that I work in law enforcement, it’s not something that a civil servant should say, but indeed, one might call it quite bureaucratic. I have inherited this occupation of police officer from my parents (albeit reluctantly). I even believe that I don’t need to inherit the family name.

If it were high school Hitagi, especially during her most intense and edgy days, she would have unquestionably shoved a stapler deep into my mouth just to make me Senjougahara Koyomi.

She should have been resolute in not relinquishing her father's name— I guess you could say that she has grown softer over time. Well, whether she’s grown soft or not, I guess she’s grown up, too.

Back in my youth— or rather, in high school, I would have said to myself, “Won’t get married then. We won’t be bound by a little piece of paper. To preserve our names, our identities, we'll live together with two surnames under one roof. Hell, even with Oikura if I have to.”

Though in the end, as usual, it would most likely have led to a not-so-happy but rather bad ending. But inside the mind of twenty-four-year-old Araragi Koyomi, countless unbearable adult rationalizations came rushing in like a storm, saying, “Well, but things don't usually work out that way, do they? When you are a member of society, you must take reputation and position into account, and in the long run, Hitagi might also find it hard to live such a stubborn life. Besides, it's self-evident that various procedures would become troublesome if we don't enter the marriage registry, so, on the contrary, if it's just a matter of a single piece of paper, it would be best not to fuss about it and get it over with.”

But wait, what’s this? Has Araragi-kun suddenly become so enlightened that he begins to admonish all those ordinary families who have married uncomplainingly and blandly, keeping their own surnames? The times have changed. Nowadays, you can even go by your maiden name at work. Don't be so annoying and nitpicky about it. People like that aren’t popular, you know?

In all honesty, the idea of living with Oikura is tolerable, but the notion of taking Hitagi as a common-law wife is rather unsavory. As a career officer of the Japanese police force and an unofficial member of the FBI, it wouldn’t be surprising if I suddenly died in the line of duty, at least to the same extent as that hellish Spring Break. With the chances of an unforeseen accident being about fifty-fifty, I would rather avoid a situation where Hitagi might be kept from witnessing my final moments due to a bureaucratic technicality like a discrepancy in our last names. I'm sure everyone is well aware of how prone I am to life-threatening situations. No insurance company would ever enroll me in a life insurance policy.

On the other hand, the reverse was also a possibility.

Hitagi worked in the Japanese branch of a foreign financial firm, and you might think her life wouldn't be in any real danger. But she once confided that because she deals with massive amounts of money within the company daily, when she’s seriously out and about, she needs the accompaniment of bodyguards who cling to her like stalkers. I’m not sure if she was pulling my leg, but every time she leaves her home, she carries the latest version of her will with her.

“How strange, I was once swindled out of all my possessions, and now my job is akin to that of a swindler, treating strangers' money as my own and making it multiply incessantly—through stocks, foreign exchange, and cryptocurrencies that I'm not even sure really exist. It's all an enigmatic, ethereal mystery.”

Though her words carried a hint of self-mockery, it was because she had been both a pampered heiress in a mansion and a penniless tenant in a wooden box that she had managed to acquire certain skills. Good or bad, she believed that money were but an illusory thing.

Of course, that's not to say that she could approve of the person she was when she lost her weight and her mother… no, that too was a cherished memory and a cherished trauma.

It could never be forgotten.

Right.

These were the life experiences of Senjougahara Hitagi. Could they really be covered up with just my surname? As if erasing her individuality.

“I think the name change is fun, like a game. But why do you care so much, Koyomi? Is it because you're thinking of another person?”

“Another person?”

It's hard to ignore the seemingly lighthearted remark that it's like a fun game, it feels all the more like an attempt to escape reality. But for now, let’s let it slide. So, who could this other person be?

“Shinobu. Although I’m not sure if I can call her a human person. Come to think of it, Koyokoyo, wasn't it during that Spring Break that you cruelly stole her name?”

Koyokoyo.

The endearing nickname I miss so much…

I also used to call her by the nickname “Gahara-san,” but after she changed her surname, I could no longer address her in this way. It’s embarrassing for adults like us to use such nicknames, but hearing that I could never use it again made me feel as if I had been deprived of a basic human right, leaving me in a state of distress.

It was true, no matter how you put it: the King of Aberrations, the iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade— the name of the vampire who has lived for six hundred years.

But it was taken from her, just like life itself.

After losing her prestigious title, the oddity specialist Oshino Meme gave her a new name— Oshino Shinobu.

The man in a Hawaiian shirt said, employing his specialist's surname as a constraint, he would seal her away, deeply and securely.

Which, to be honest, was contradictory and riddled with double standards. Yet, for me, calling her Oshino Shinobu resonated truer and felt more befitting for her as I have known her by that name for longer.

Of course, nobody refers to her as Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade nowadays, but there seems to be a faction of specialists who still call her the “Old Heart-Under-Blade.”

Old Heart-Under-Blade.

What an antiquated name.

“When you think about it, it's a strange and wonderful thing to have the word 'old' added to your name. Don’t you think so, Old Gahara-san?”

“Indeed, if you are going to keep calling me that, I don't want to continue this conversation.”

“I have already experienced the guilt of taking away someone's name… What's going on with this marriage, it's like I'm making the same mistakes over again.”

“It's almost like a de facto remarriage.”

“No, it's a first marriage, actually.”

Although this example exposed the depths of my subconscious, it didn’t entirely resolve the issue which had already taken deep root. It seemed that because I had done it once before, I no longer cared about doing it again now, as if to say that killing one person was the same as killing two. This frightening thought was something that neither Japan nor America would endorse.

Rather, should we not learn from our mistakes?

That had been an emergency measure taken out of necessity for Shinobu, so it couldn’t be said that it was entirely wrong… In this day and age, I can't help but think there might have been another way to do it. It's hard not to question whether my decision to barely keep alive by turning the vampire— the King of Aberrations— that otherwise faced certain death, into my slave, was an immature one, driven by a child's desire for simplicity.

Even as the former Heart-Under-Blade happily gobbles on Mister Donuts in my shadow… And since it's acceptable to use your original family name in the workplace, why then must we discriminate and not apply the same rule to other situations?

With this in mind, I might as well create a business card featuring my Senjougahara pseudonym while at work. I wonder if it's possible to mark your former name on the police officer's guidebook. I'd have to ask Chief Kouga about that next time.

“A seemingly insignificant battle, huh? Ah, yes, an infinitesimally small skirmish indeed.”

“Sounds like you're saying ‘overmorrow's tomorrow.’”

“Even if you were to take the name Senjougahara, it wouldn't make any difference. It won't even make you feel better. It's like we share the same hardships, but it's not the same at all, it's not. The constant labeling of hardships might be painful as well.”

“Do we have no choice but to fight against the state?”

“That’d be quite the unexpected turn of events. Just imagine your high school supporters, they would be flabbergasted as they watch Araragi Koyomi take on the world of politics in a sequel.”

“But I can't overlook those die-hard fans' support. So, should I run for office under the name Senjougahara Koyomi?”

“In that case, to ease the voter process, it might be best to simplify the complex kanji in 'Senjougahara,’ say, using hiragana instead.”

“Must I change my name even if I run for office? Just because it's hard to write. What a troublesome thing, follows me everywhere. But revolutionaries didn't use their real names either.”

“Are we talking about starting a revolution now, like Hanekawa-san?”

“I can't use my real name to run a campaign and cause trouble for my parents. I'm not that unfilial.”

“I wonder about that. It may not be limited to revolutionaries. Nowadays, it seems that a pseudonym one can choose themselves is more valued.”

The conversation had delved into the complicated topic of real names versus pseudonyms… In such an era when anonymity is held in high regard, aren't real names becoming more important than ever? Apparently, in the past, one could not reveal their real name to anyone other than their parents.

“I'm not sure if I can let such a thing be erased on a whim.”

“Was marrying me also on a whim, Koyomi?”

“I retract my previous statement and apologize under the name of Senjougahara Koyomi.”

“You are apologizing under a pseudonym.”

“I apologize under the name of Sen jou ga ha ra Koyomi.”

“Please stop apologizing like a politician. I don't want such a person to be the future chief of the National Police Agency.”

“Your demands are too high for a husband.”

“Philosophy and thought do warrant contemplation, but let's think more about the pressing needs of life, Koyomi. Weren't we supposed to be excitedly discussing our honeymoon destination?”

Right, we were.

Having completed the wedding ceremony, with a god as our witness, and the tedious paperwork, we had finally settled down and arranged a meeting, albeit belatedly, to discuss our long-awaited honeymoon plans.

Although the novel coronavirus could be said to have been eradicated from the earth, given that I currently have a foothold in the FBI and Hitagi is a young leader at the Japanese branch of a foreign firm, we were communicating remotely more often than not. Nevertheless, we both understand the importance of a meaningful face-to-face conversation. After all, it would be impolite not to attend to such a significant matter in person.

Our wedding had narrowly avoided taking place entirely remotely, but fortunately, it was held with only family members present, regardless of any infectious disease-related concerns. It was charming and intimate.

“The only thing I regret is not getting to drag empty cans behind the car; I wanted to try it.”²

“Back in the old days, you would've tied me to the car and dragged me around the city as a public execution. But a honeymoon, huh?”

To begin with, neither Hitagi nor I were particularly fond of traveling; in fact, we both frequently shuttled across the Pacific Ocean. So, the word “travel” doesn't strike a deep chord in me. It's merely a transfer through different places, and it's difficult to attribute more significance to it.

I'd much prefer surely chats at home like this—without having to specifically go somewhere.

“I agree. Why not take a short trip then? How about the supermarket?”

“That’s too close.”

“But it sounds so super.”

“Well, you have a point. Supermarket is a pretty bold name.”

“But then, if the honeymoon has no significance, we’d better have not had a wedding at all, since it wouldn't be significant anyway.”

This statement sounds like something the old Hitagi would say—not Araragi Hitagi, but Senjougahara Hitagi.

In fact, many people these days consider weddings to be a grand waste of money, and couples often quarrel during their honeymoon, that’s why “Narita Divorce” gets thrown around as a phrase.³

Nowadays, you might also hear “Haneda Divorce” or “Kanku Divorce.”⁴

“Traveling has a way of revealing a couple's true nature, for better or worse. That's why I think it's a necessary ceremony.”

“A ceremony, huh?”

Surprisingly, Oshino was a man who valued such customs.

We can't take this lightly, then… considering our relationship.

“Speaking of which, that plan to go to Hokkaido to eat crab still hasn't come to fruition.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to go?”

“It’s tempting to tie up loose ends like a completed achievement, but it might not be the best season for that. I'd rather enjoy the best crab in wintertime anyway, that's what I really want.”

It's a tough one. Hokkaido, seemingly near but further than Washington D.C., has gradually taken on the nuance of being saved for our enjoyment during our twilight years. However, since we have refrained from indulging up until this point, it is only natural to savor the finest crab in the ideal setting of Hokkaido.

Yet as we speak, the warming of Hokkaido progresses at a steady pace. By the time we reached our retirement years, would it still be a snowy landscape?

“If we were to travel overseas, I think we should consider Europe or Africa. Including South America, both of us travel to the Americans for work often. Or what do you think about crossing the Atlantic Ocean?”

“There is also Oceania. Why not eat crab in Australia? I think you can't climb Ayers Rock anymore… Maybe New Zealand?”

“Apparently the stars there are beautiful. It's famed as a World Heritage of starry skies, they're even working to register it as an actual World Heritage site or something.”

A bit vague, but hmm.

Come to think of it, ever since high school—no, even before that during her sheltered upbringing, Hitagi has had a profound love for the starry skies. An unapologetic adoration.

If I recall, our first date was also at an observatory.

“In that case, what about revisiting that observatory nearby? It's only a few hours' drive.”

“Might take a bit longer if we dragged a heap of cans behind.”

“We probably shouldn't try that on Japanese roads, you know.”

As a cop, I couldn't pardon this.

The idea of revisiting a dating spot from our youth was not a bad one, but Hitagi didn't seem too keen on it, and she exaggeratedly tilted her head—a gesture straight out of the anime.

"What's up. If there are no lodging facilities, we could rent a camper van or something. The state should…"

"There's no need to bring up the state for that. You should be able to rent a car by yourself, right? Anyway, over there, I go pretty often usually with my dad and Kanbaru."

"Really?"

While I was training as an FBI investigator, Senjougahara and Kanbaru rekindled their relationship… It's good that she's getting along with her family, which was delicate for a time, but still.

Whether that's how she truly feels or not, at least Hitagi says it's fine with her, but what does her father—and my in-law—think about it?

To have the surname he gave his daughter smeared by some random guy's…

Whoops, gotta stop thinking about it. If I'm not careful, my thoughts get pulled in that direction. The gravity of the issue is too strong.

I'm sure the meaning is just as precious either way, but the name Senjougahara is quite rare, so I can't help but contemplate the loss…

"Rather than somewhere you always go, like the supermarket, it should be somewhere special for the ceremony. If it's too familiar, the memories don't stick as strongly. Shouldn't you make memories of going somewhere you've wanted to, like an observatory? Or New Zealand is good, but wasn't there an amazing one in Hawaii or something?"

“Hmm. Electronic telescopes on that scale exceed my realm of expertise. But in the end, it seems we come back to America. Another idea is to go all the way to the Arctic Circle to see the auroras.”

“The Arctic. Mm, I wonder if Kagenui-san is doing all right.”

She doesn't live at the North Pole year-round of course, but when I hear “Arctic” she’s the first thing I think of—her and her shikigami. With that shikigami we could go anywhere in an instant... But the days of merrily living with a corpse doll under the same roof ended quite some time ago. Fraternizing with corpses is strictly forbidden nowadays.

The auroras. Not an uninteresting prospect.

I believe they can be observed either in Canada or the Nordic countries. If given a choice between the two, I would lean towards the latter in this case.

How about Finland, often said to be the closest to Europe? Who wouldn't want to taste the cinnamon rolls straight from their birthplace? The progress of women's social advancement in the Nordic countries is also noteworthy, and I assume, with a vague image in mind, that there wouldn't be any stipulation requiring spouses to share the same surname.

“Aha!”

And then it struck me.

It struck me like a shooting star.

As I've grown older, my brain has lost its freshness, and such instant inspirations have become all too rare these days. But at this moment, I felt that I had truly been hit by inspiration.

Not merely a shooting star, it could be likened to the brilliance of the Aurora itself.

Too bad about the Finnish licorice, but there was no need to cross the ocean for one. Couldn't there be an equally fantastic location in our very own country for our honeymoon? Although we wouldn’t be able to see any auroras for sure, the destination would more than compensate for it. We could call it a return to our roots.

Nay, there's no other way to describe it other than our roots.

“Senjougahara.”

“What? Do you still intend to rebel against our nation?”

“No, no, it's my love for our country! And our honeymoon destination.”

“……”

“Let's go to Senjougahara. According to our class president who knows everything, it's one of Japan's most beautiful marshlands for stargazing.”

Next Chapter

Originally: "DV". Refers to domestic violence in Japan, where men who were previously reserved but become violent after marriage are called "DV Men".

Dragging empty cans behind a car is a couple activity, the loud clatter they produce being a symbol of auspiciousness.

Tokyo Narita Airport is the largest international airport in Japan, and a necessary stop for many newlywed couples traveling abroad. However, because some shortcomings or habits of each person are exposed during the trip, many couples choose to divorce after leaving Narita Airport when their honeymoon comes to an end.

Haneda: Tokyo Haneda Airport. Kanku: Kansai International Airport. 

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𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞: 約束 の ネ バ ー ラ ン ド [The Promised Neverland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨 / 𝐢: Norman, Emma, Ray

𝐏𝐫𝐨��𝐩𝐭: What type of yandere are they? [yandere Ray x mc] [yandere Norman x mc] [yandere Emma x mc]

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: GN READER, yandere content, usual stuff. Anyways, i know that they're kids, so don't kill me please, that was a request from my Wattpad account, all the characters mentioned in this work are still kids, and mc is a kid as well. Enjoy ☺️.

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• Ray is one of the orphanage model student, who constantly gets perfect scores during the daily examinations. He is also known to be an avid reader with high intellectual abilities, frank skepticism and cunning. I do not think there is a way to escape.

• I mean, look at the devious plans that he has come up, and that, I'm not surprised anymore, they worked brilliantly.

• He is known to have an extremely cold personality with everyone.

• Well, at least with others, with you he is the exact opposite.

• All that ice front will collapse as soon as you would start giving him affection and confort.

• You'd probably figure the second mother/father's orphanage, which would instantly have him attracted to you like a moth, because of the bond he personally hideous with his biological mother.

• He would be so good at hiding what he's feeling, the constant feeling of jealousy when he sees you hugging Don, or the thousands of worries that would run in his mind whenever you're not with him, that even Isabella wouldn't know what's constantly in his mind.

And as it should be.

He knew she would use it against him.

• Emma would, however, would've noticed the ongoing fleeting glances of him to you that would be immediately stop as soon as mum would be around. It's such a complete switch to his normal behaviours that she would have connected all the dots and confronted with the boy about of his feelings for you. Eventually Ray would get new aid.

• Norman would have remained neutral, the only thing that interested him was the escape and Emma's safety, and if he had to help Ray to keep you with him to continue to receive important information that the latter had, so be it.

• He's very protective. And I don't blame him at all. With you two being human kids in a Orphange just to be eaten by some disgusting demons, and with your pretty naive nature, he would constantly be afraid that you may have been chosen as the next course by those bastards.

• Never leave him, he could be even more that that.

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-𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧-

• Haha, you will never get out of him.

• Norman, along with Ray and Emma are the smartest in the orphanage: even if you wanted to, you couldn't get rid of them, especially when they're working together.

• Norman is a math prodigy and a model student, with an intelligence that surpasses his peers and even adults. He is also known for being a brilliant strategist and planner, as well as unbeatable at hide and seek.

• Do you really think you have a chance?

• He would not have been discovered at all. You would never know that he had such dark feelings towards you; which would have helped him immensely as you would never have tried to get away from him.

•You wouldn't expect him to be like that. So weak for you and Emma, so devoted to you to to the point to even wanting to killing all of those filthy beings and eat their bodies. Why don't let them have a taste of their own medicine?

•But he's not that stupid. He knows he's just a weak kid compared to a standard demon, and he's definitely not that deluded to the point to fight one. He needs a little more time and a good strategy, and then all will come to him.

• Now, his priorities have changed: escape from that hell hole that is the orphanage and save you, Emma and Ray from the rot that surrounded you. He doesn't absolutely care about the other kids, but thanks to Emma, he now needs to help them too. If she didn't say anything or if she didn't stopped Norman from following his original plan, they would be all dead in the next few years.

• Norman is a calm, balanced, kind guy who wants to appear as a reliable person to those around him. He's the living represention of the sentence: "Reality is totally distant from appearances".

• He would be suffocating. You would never know why he'd be always around you, talking to you more than with the other kids, touching you, but you still wouldn't do anything about it, feeling somehow special because of him. A guy so cunning and smart as him wants to constantly talk to you, eat with you, wants to seat near you during exams and lessons, and wants to even play with you? And while he could choose anyone else to play with, he did wanted to always be with you? You would've been soo happy.

• He would approach you as he would do to all the other children, but instead of engaging in a platonic relationship as he planned, he found himself having feelings for you as much as he did for Emma, ​​if not stronger.

• And don't even think about counting on the girl or Ray, they won't help at all.

•Or at least not you.

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-𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚-

• Emma is an extremely optimistic, loud and cheerful girl, full of life, whose athletic skills and outgoing nature contract directly to Norman's weak physique and Ray's introverted nature. Emma plays the part of an older sister among her youngest and always shows unlimited love and care for her adoptive siblings.

• With her personality extremely cheerful, it would be hard to ignore the fact that she has a huge crush on you.

• Her reputation would be perfect. No one would suspect that beneath the sweet, bubbly little girl was another completely different person ready to pick you up and keep you safe.

• That said, no one would help you. Neither Don, not Mom, Ray, Norman, nobody. They would all be on Emma's side when she casually starts crying saying she said bad words to her.

• So she will isolate you as much as possible.

• She would keep your shirts and trinkets under her pillow, and if mom found out, she would just say she wanted to give them back to you the night before but she forgot about it.

•Even the mum wouldn't suspect nothing.

• One way or another, she will always escape any accusation. And don't count on Ray and Norman, in fact, maybe the latter could hurt you if you hurt her too much. And she would use that affection. Trust me.

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Remember to stay hydrated! <3

#yandere #x reader #anime #fanfic #my fic #yande.re #yandere x reader #tpn norman #Tpn #yandere norman #yandere emma #yandere ray #the promised neverland x reader #yandere tpn #yandere tpn x reader

[gaunt-and-hungry]

Guilty pleasure of mine when I read about other people's OCs:

Very disfigured or disabled in some way. Preferably by struggle or strife but disfigured and disabled for the win. Give me ugly people that are half walking corpse or facially damaged and crippled. I love OCs that are scarred horribly and branded by tides that were absolutely not in their favour. I don't hate Immaculate characters. Like Flawless skin. Pretty eyes. Neat clothes. Nice complexion. It's... fine. But Life is brutal. Hideous. I mean I want: "This has crippled me in a way and I drug myself out of this situation barely alive and hooo-boy is my body threatening to fall apart. I shouldn't be able to see that much of my bone." I am such a sucker for this. And yet they recover and must live with the results of their disfigurement or disabled body. I want characters that, when they remove their clothes in front of someone that they trust they earn a gasp or a stunned look and that person looks down and away, shameful or horrified and thinks that they have been made privy to something that is very very private and they cherish that trust shown to them. And then the mangled character goes: "Oh. Yeah. That. I forgot about those a little. Hard to see them. Unsightly things, aren't they?" Or give me characters that are so ashamed of the hideous nature of their physical body that they fear they are not as pretty or pleasant to look at. Like there's people out there that are easier on the eyes. Who wants used goods like they are, even? Why would anyone want to be with such damaged goods? They're disfigured by an unkind life or through hardship or sacrifice or even just by birth and have had to learn to cope and deal with it. Perhaps they are sensitive to temperature because of burns or frostbite scars or they struggle to handle certain objects because of damaged hands or fingers or they struggle on certain terrain because they have crippled legs or weak limbs or missing parts. Perhaps they have to learn to use their non dominant side. Either an eye that isn't their aiming eye. Or to write with their non-dominant hand. Perhaps they struggle to dress themselves at first and strive to remain staunchly independent and find shame in letting someone button their own trousers for them. The flush of shame that they get but the person they are pining after doesn't mind and, in fact, they like to be able to do something so personal and yet simple. I have such a guilty pleasure for those that have survived the worst odds and yet are still hobbling along and have made the best out of their mangled and chewed up bodies and then someone they care deeply for finding them beautiful and magnificent or brave and incredible as if they are a testimony to how strong and indominable or passionate and selfless that they are. I Love Love Love this sort of thing. And it's a huge weakness of mine. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

#writing blog #my oc stuff #oc content #Just my personal ramblings #it's just something I am a huge sucker for. #this just pacha-perfect for me #it ruins me and it makes me really invested #disabled oc #good stuff right here

[some-eldritch-bats]

I have a normal relationship with high-voltage power transmission lines.

I think they're kind of beautiful, in an almost (but not quite) ethereal way. They have this kind of presence to them, a network of wires and steel beams that was constructed to be as functional and as absolutely efficient as possible, but still with nods to aesthetics because we are humans who cannot fully divorce ourselves from our emotions. They are vast, towering things, even larger if you consider the wires to be connecting parts of a single machine rather than each tower as separate, and yet they are incredibly spindly. If we could see them from above, they'd barely be there at all, from high enough.

They are, for the most part, largely unloved. They're even detested by some, by people who think the land exists for them to stare at and put on paper as photographs captioned with meaningless shit. But they power everything. Every part of our world is dependent on these things, these vast machines that conduct the electricity that runs our society. It's as if a spider's web had an arterial system - and, like a cobweb, we try to clear them away and keep them hidden out of sight, despite our dependence upon them to keep our houses neat and orderly.

So, they just stand there. Rain or snow or gale or sun. Pulling power and sending it on. A machine a hundred thousand kilometres long, that silently runs our lights and blenders and computers and defibrillators and TVs and GPS tracking tags. A machine that people don't think is pretty; that some people think is hideous. A machine that we need, can never separate ourselves from having, and that nobody understands or respects despite their absolute, abject reliance upon it.

I have a normal relationship with high-voltage power transmission lines.

#power lines

[kit-williams]

True Compliment

Male Lead: Bloodthirster!Gaz Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k & COD/Bloodthirster!141+friends Canon Status: ???

note: sorry for not dragging out his demon name I think ya'll can forgive me for right now

Gaz was a flirt. This was well known by the inquisition as his bright charming smile could as easily distract everyone from his bright brass eyes. Those perfect teeth, maybe a little bit of enlarged canines, in such a seductive smile. Well groomed and honest in how he complements you always finding something true about anyone and everyone... to the new initiate who fails the test by his handler to the stuck up noble woman with far too many female paramours making herself question if she's bisexual or not.

He just was very unlucky in fliers and it was always funny to see such a high value asset dangling from a helio. But you... you were trying to pay him one back as every time you passed him it was always the same. He could get very khornite in his compliments like how when you challenged him to pull out his absolutely worst complement he talked about your skull shape and circumference and how pretty it would look on his belt. You still feel ashamed about the blush but you tell him it was because of his tone and how close he got and was purring it in your ear!

"Are you going to give up?" Gaz purred as you had challenged him that you could give him a complement that would shock him into a blush.

"No." You frown as why would you give up? You've already complemented everything.... "Hey if your eyes weren't brass what color would you have them?"

You watch him smirk as he closes his eyes before you add, "Not just the color of your host body... your actual choice."

You watch him frown for a moment as he runs those teeth over his bottom lip as a man this pretty shouldn't be evil... and if he is why by the throne is he a Khornite demon of all things. Khornite demons were suppose to be hideous snarling things and generally their warriors and demonhosts were brutish looking things so why was this man so handsome?! Why were the 7 others all handsome as well? Was Khorne trying out a new tactic? Which wouldn't make sense... it was worrying.

You watch him open his eyes and you hold your breath as you see staring back at you the prettiest brown eyes... how they look at you so soulfully and stare at you with such warmth and invitation to come stay awhile yet having a sharpness to them that he knows what a hard choice is... he knows what loss is... he knows what victory is. You feel the words just tumble out of your mouth. "Oh by the throne you have the prettiest eyes."

The breathless way you say it and how your eyes just stare into his own startles him slightly and you can see the blush on his coppery... caramel skin but you're so enamored by his eyes that only when he blinks and they're brass colored again he shifts in his seat arms folded over his chest, "I see... I guess you win."

"Uh right." You say only now remembering why you were even competing in the first place.

"Thank you." He says softly as you see out of the corner of your eye just the smile on his face as it's clear he's replaying that interaction in his head. You don't know if you should feel proud or worried that you've complemented a demon of khorne and the fact you're not dead. Oh you'll have to write a report about this later...

Fluffuary tag list: @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

#warhammer 40k #cod mw2 #cod au #mw2 au #kyle gaz garrick #bloodthirster #bloodthirster!gaz #bloodthirster!141+friends #cod gaz

[strangelock221b]

Watching Hallmark's take on Sense and Sensibility. Between being racially-inclusive and the classical covers of modern songs (just heard "Kiss From A Rose"), this is a complete Bridgerton knock-off. Not that that's a bad thing (this movie is doing the racial stuff much better than Bridgerton -- the diversity is just there, there's no explanation, it's as if England had always been this way) but it's so obvious.

That aside, this isn't a bad adaptation. I'm not crazy about Edward and Fanny being stepsiblings instead of full siblings but eh, it's better than Marianne and Margaret calling Fanny "Aunt." *side-eyes S&S 2008*

The men's costumes are great but the women's costumes are all over the place. Some of them are absolutely gorgeous, some are, frankly, hideous. (I think this is something else that was stolen from Bridgerton.) And neither bad nor good costumes are consistent as to which woman wears what.

I love the cast -- I love all the characters I'm supposed to and hate the ones I'm supposed to. Having said that, this movie isn't long enough for us to get to really know anyone as deeply as I'd like -- this being a well-known story is bearing half the load, I swear. Still, everyone is doing good with what they're given.

Edward doesn't want to be a vicar? Interesting.

No Palmers in this movie, bah. At least John is trying to do better by his sisters, but that's probably only because Fanny's not around. We still get Brandon saving Marianne, so that's good, I just wish this wasn't a S&S speedrun. Psst, Hallmark, if you ever decide to do another Austen adaptation, make it three hours (including commercial breaks).

Mom just declared Col. Brandon good-looking. She's right, of course.

Aww, we get Col. Brandon and Marianne's kiss and Edward proposing to Elinor. So sweet, both of them. Brandon and Marianne got married first and they have a baby? So cute. I love that Elinor's wedding dress is blue -- white wedding gowns weren't a thing until Queen Victoria.

B+, Hallmark. P&P next year?

#sense and sensibility

[necrytalkie1]

my doll wishlist rn I think

- azone dream sakura sakashita. Cutest doll ever to me

- afternoon classes cancellation momoko doll

- junichi nakahara pullip

- the pink lady dolls. They're absolutely hideous and so expensive but I want them so badly

- obitsu shino yaesaka maid

- alice du jardin mint pullip. Debating this one still but I did find her for incredibly cheap so I might get her anyways just to have

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 20: Dust on the Wind

The spoilers have nearly claimed that poor horse! Will those of you who haven't finished reading the entire series be next? Only way to be safe is to go somewhere else! This is your one and only warning for this post. There'll be more for later posts though, just to be safe.

This chapter has the Trolloc triptych again, which is a reference to their being hunted by them in Shadar Logoth. You almost feel bad for the hideous abominations again, since they definitely don't want to be here. Go ahead, give one a pet. Just be advised: it won't purr, it'll eat you. I'm not in charge of them.

Rand looked up warily at the buildings they passed, looming now in the night with their empty windows like eye sockets. Shadows seemed to move. Occasionally there was a clatter—rubble toppled by the wind. At least the eyes are gone. His relief was momentary. Why are they gone?

It's totally not the wind, and the eyes are probably no longer staring at you in particular because they're staring at the Trollocs. I suggested last chapter that Mashadar might be the result of AoL ter'angreal, and I really do think that some kind of surveillance mechanism from that era - presumably designed during the War - has been put to an incredibly twisted use as part of whatever's happening here.

Lan and Moiraine rode slowly toward the fog, grown to as big around as a leg, stopping on the other side, well back. The Aes Sedai studied the branch of mist that separated them. Rand shrugged at a sudden itch of fear between his shoulder blades. A faint light accompanied the fog, growing as the foggy tentacle became fatter, but still only a little more than the moonlight.

That said, Mashadar proper can't be connected to the surveillance directly, or if it is the surveillance isn't visual but pings solely to the corruption of the Shadow. Moiraine calls it unseeing and aimless, though as we'll see this is only partly true. This again feels like it could well be based on some device from the Age of Legends, quite possibly a hideous creation built by someone working for the Shadow or just too ethically awful to be a good guy. A kill cloud like this would be a terrific weapon of war in the etymological sense of the word. Of course, it's certainly something more now.

Keep on toward that star, and it will bring you to the river. Whatever happens, keep moving toward the river.

But it's in the eastern sky and this story takes place on Earth, which spins in that direction! In just a couple hours it'll be overhead and by the end of the night it'll be in the west or even set! Moiraine, did you fail your astronomy class in the Tower? Is this why everyone stays separated this chapter?

(Also, if it's Mars that she's pointing at, which it well might be if the star is just generally east and not precisely due east at that very moment, then the astrological implications of telling the Dragon Reborn to go to war are absolutely fascinating.)

When Rand looked up from the thick trunk of opaque mist, the Warder and the Aes Sedai were gone. He licked his lips and met his companions’ eyes. They were as nervous as he was. And something worse: they all seemed to be waiting for someone else to move first. 

Note that Thom is just as much out of his comfort zone as the rest of the gang is. Sure he's an assassin and a queen's fuckboi and all sorts of other things, but this is way more metaphysical evil than he's ever had to deal with.

Two Trollocs stepped into the street before them, not ten spans away. For an instant the humans and the Trollocs just stared at one another, each more surprised than the other.

You might think this is the most comical thing on this page, but you'd be wrong.

Another pair of Trollocs appeared, and another, and another, colliding with the ones in front, folding into a shocked mass at the sight of the humans. 

Another contender, just the next sentence even, but nope.

“This way!” he shouted, but he heard the same cry from five throats. A hasty glance over his shoulder showed him his companions disappearing in as many directions, Trollocs pursuing them all.

This is just absolutely perfect. Literally each and every one of these idiots thinks they're a leader and somehow manages to pick a different direction. In an orderly, well-planned city like this one you wouldn't even think it's possible to pick more than four directions, one of which should be blocked off by the Trollocs, but these idiots put their collective brain cell to use and find a way.

The thickening tentacles of fog swung uncertainly for a moment, then struck like vipers. At least two latched to each Trolloc, bathing them in gray light; muzzled heads went back to scream, but fog rolled over open mouths, and in, eating the howls. Four leg-thick tentacles whipped around the Fade, and the Halfman and its black horse twitched as if dancing, till the cowl fell back, baring that pale, eyeless face. The Fade shrieked.

Yeah, Mashadar is not entirely unaware, it just has preferred prey and incidental prey.

Mat swallowed hard before pulling himself awkwardly back into his saddle. “I . . . I. . . . Just Trollocs.” He put a hand to his throat, and licked his lips. “Just Trollocs. You?”

What aren't you telling us, Mat? Was the Trolloc encounter just that terrifying? Did the city show you more of its ghosts? Is the dagger already corrupting your mind?

Listening for the slightest sound, Rand kept the red star dead ahead. Suddenly Thom galloped by from behind, slowing only long enough to shout, “Ride, you fools!” A moment later hunting cries and crashes in the brush behind him announced the presence of Trollocs on his trail.

I feel like Rand wasn't listening very well based on how Thom and the Trollocs all sneak up on him. Just saying.

Perrin sat his horse in the shadows, watching the open gateway, some little distance off yet, and absently ran his thumb along the blade of his axe. It seemed to be a clear way out of the ruined city, but he had sat there for five minutes studying it.

Well look at that, folks. For the first time since the Prologue we're getting a non-Rand POV. This book series ends up with way too many POVs, but at the moment it almost feels like we're overdue.

On the downside, it's Perrin, who apparently doesn't know how to use a gate without someone helping him. It won't get better either. Not only will he be assigned a helper for such tasks, but he'll still spend all of book 13 struggling with them.

“Rand?” came a soft, hesitant call.

Aw, she really does love him best. We're only allowed to know this when we aren't Rand though, because it's Perrin who's good with girls. ;)

A Trolloc horn sounded somewhere behind them, quick, wailing blasts, urging the hunters to hurry, hurry. Then thick, half-human howls rose on their trail, spurred on by the horn. Howls that grew sharper as they caught the human scent.

I'm going to guess that this is the horn Rand heard that was outside Shadar Logoth, and that its proximity to the horn inside the city was a lucky coincidence to keep him on his toes. If so, the first one was for Thom.

Doggedly, he set out swimming for the far bank.

Geddit?

At least, he tried to keep his head out of the water; it was not easy. Even without the cloak, his coat and boots each seemed to weigh as much as he did. And the axe dragged at his waist, threatening to roll him over if it did not pull him under.

I think that is to some degree based on Jordan's real experiences. Obviously he wouldn't have Perrin's style of clothing or weaponry though.

When he had his breath again, he called their names again and again. Faint shouts from the far side answered him; even at that distance he could make out the harsh voices of Trollocs. His friends did not answer, though.

Perrin, you are even worse at this than Rand! Let's blame the hypothermia that should be setting in after you swam across a river in supernatural winter and are still running around in your soaked clothing. So yeah, Perrin dies in the night, we never see him again, back to Rand.

“I still say it’s over there,” Mat said, gesturing off to his right. “We were going north at the end, and that means east is that way.” “There it is,” Thom said abruptly. He pointed through the tangled branches to their left, straight at the red star. Mat mumbled something under his breath.

Don't feel bad, Mat. At this point, the star is no longer low in the sky and Thom is actually pointing at a different star altogether, because that's how the night sky works and you all should know that because light pollution hasn't existed for thousands of years and none of you had anything else to do at night but watch the sky!

Suddenly Thom’s gelding galloped out of the night, hard behind the Trollocs. The Trollocs had only time enough to look back in surprise before the gleeman’s hands whipped back and then forward. Moonlight flashed off steel. One Trolloc tumbled forward, rolling over and over before landing in a heap, while a second dropped to its knees with a scream, clawing at its back with both hands. The third snarled, baring a muzzleful of sharp teeth, but as its companions toppled it whirled away into the darkness. Thom’s hand made the whip-like motion again, and the Trolloc shrieked, but the shrieks faded into the distance as it ran.

It's been years since Thom's been a killer of royals, but he's still really good at it!

Somewhere away from the river a Trolloc horn brayed, sharp, quick, and urgent in the darkness. It was the first sound from the horns since they had left the ruins. Rand wondered if it meant some of the others had been captured.

Hmm, maybe this is the horn for chasing Perrin and Egwene. Hard to say.

“But Moiraine and the others could be anywhere,” Mat protested. “Any way we choose could just take us further away.” “So it could.” Clucking to his gelding, Thom turned downriver, heading along the bank. “So it could.” Rand looked at Mat, who shrugged, and they turned after him.

Silly Mat, if you picked the direction, you'd find them immediately. That said, Thom is determined to lose Moiraine at this point. Frankly, he gets them to the boat so quickly you'd think he'd been reading the shipping forecasts in Baerlon.

The man Rand had stepped on scrabbled away from him on hands and knees, then flung up his hands when he saw Rand looking at him. “Spare me!” he cried. “Take whatever you want, take the boat, take everything, but spare me!”

I forgot just how much of a coward that Gelb is.

Suddenly the ship lurched, and a boom swung out of the shadows to catch the Trolloc across the chest with a crunch of breaking bones, sweeping it over the side.

Rand's second channeling attempt, triggered only when he's seconds from death. He assumes it's luck, which is silly because I've already mentioned that's Mat's thing.

“Gelb!” he bellowed. “Fortune! Where do you be, Gelb?” He spoke so fast, with all the words running together, that Rand could barely understand him. “You can no hide from me on my own ship! Get Floran Gelb out here!”

Lots of people complain about Jordan's world only having a single language, but considering what the Illianers have for an accent, I invite you all to instead be grateful we never had to hear a foreigner struggle with the modern tongue or Rand struggle with Aiel or whatever.

Also, Bayle Domon! <3

“These Trollocs do be following me. Why will they no leave me be? Why?”

Rand is too busy being exhausted from channeling to notice this comment, but you should! Bayle is being followed by the Shadow and its spawn because he has one of the seven seals on his ship.

“And then where the wind takes us,” Thom interrupted smoothly. “That’s how gleemen travel, like dust on the wind. I am a gleeman, you understand, Thom Merrilin by name.” He shifted his cloak so the multihued patches stirred, as if the captain could have missed them. “These two country louts want to become my apprentices, though I am not yet sure I want them.” Rand looked at Mat, who grinned.

Good to know that some twisted memory of Kansas survives after all this time! Also thanks Thom, this is twice you've saved Rand and Mat's asses this chapter.

“Alas, what little we managed to carry away was with our horses, which bolted when those last Trollocs appeared. All I have left are my flute and my harp, a few coppers, and the clothes on my back. But believe me, you want no part of that treasure. It has the taint of the Dark One. Best to leave it to the ruins and the Trollocs.”

Oh yeah, RIP Cloud. The Wiki says the horse is alive but let's be real: those Trollocs were hungry and winter sucked. Their horses are fucking dead.

Reluctantly Rand emptied his pocket. There was not much, a few coppers and the silver coin Moiraine had given him. He held it out to the captain. After a second, Mat sighed and did the same. Thom glared, but a smile replaced it so quickly that Rand was not sure it had been there at all.

Thom is smart enough to realize that the only reason these two hicks have silver coins is Moiraine, and educated enough to know how awesome it is they're getting rid of her influence over them. Well, that's how he'd put it, roughly. This is really only going to cause no end of grief.

This winter past, though, there be farms burning every night. Aye, and whole villages, too, betimes. They even came right up to the city walls. And if that no be bad enough, the people be all saying it meant the Dark One be stirring, that the Last Days be come.

One of the reasons Tenobia has so much free time to go gallavanting after Rand's attention in the later books is of course that she doesn't need to rule anyone anymore. They clearly all died in these attacks, so she's not a bad ruler at all!

No wait that doesn't make sense and neither does the Borderland nonsense. Frankly this kind of stuff should be making it all the more important that they stay at home and reinforce their borders.

Once they were on deck Thom looked around quickly to make sure he would not be overheard, then growled, “I could have gotten us passage for a few songs and stories if you two hadn’t been so quick to show silver.”

Sorry Thom, I think you're wrong here. Maybe most voyages you coulda pulled this off, but not this one. Even if Domon weren't ferrying around one of the cosmic keystones, even if he weren't justifiably suspicious as all hell, Rand had to lose his coin to make the Pattern happy.

“I told her I’d take care of her. I should have tried harder.” The creak of the sweeps and the hum of the rigging in the wind made a mournful tune. “I should have tried harder,” he whispered.

Egwene's death was not planned at this point, but you have to admit Rand's worry over her right now makes good bookends with it. Shame it takes him so long to be okay with everyone else having agency.

Next time: More wind references! A new POV! Another example of why you never split the party!

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #perrin aybara #lan al'mandragoran #thom merrilin #egwene al'vere #nynaeve al'meara #mat cauthon #moiraine damodred #bayle domon

[bitchfitch]

"I don't want to wear pants," The bull headed prince snorted. The phrase wouldve been comical coming from a pouting child, but the fact it was said by a completely nude, and nearly twelve foot tall half-bull half-man warrior, who was also pouting, elevated it to something else entirely.

The maid who had been tasked with taking the monsters measurements so that he could wear more than a loin cloth, that may or may not have been made of human skin, to his coronation, and who had at some point during this ordeal stopped fearing death, barked a short frustrated laugh.

"You have to," Madeline said, still holding the tape measure with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"No I don't," Serapis replied flatly.

"Yes, you do. You really really Really need to wear something to your coronation."

"Why? Am I so hideous to your sort that I must cover myself?" he didn't seem to mind the idea of humans finding him unattractive, his tone being more sarcastic than anything else.

"No, Youre not hideous. The issue is that not everyone wants to stare at your cock and balls, and unfortunately thats just the height most humans are to you."

"If they don't want to see me then they can look away."

"Serapis! Please, I know you arn't happy about this-"

"What is there to not be happy about? I was stolen from my home, bound and trapped in this horrible castle under threat that if I try to leave my people, my Actual people, will be slaughtered en masse. And now a little girl is bothering me like a fly and insisting on putting me in uncomfortable and restrictive clothing for the sake of those who have wronged me. I see no reason to be anything less than absolutely Joyful."

Madeline took a breath to center herself, she can do this. She is a mother of five teenagers, she could handle this whether she wanted to or not. "Serapis," she started, "I understand your frustrations and there is nothing I can do about them. What I can do is have clothes made for you that aren't uncomfortable for you. That's it. That is the extent of my power as your hand maid. So, Either let me take your measurements and tell me what you Want from your clothing, or I'll make some numbers up and order the most uncomfortable possible garments made so that you must go to your coronation naked. Which mind you, will do nothing but reinforce people's perception of you as a mindless beast."

"I don't like your tone," the obstinate beast huffed.

"I don't like yours either. Tell me what you don't like about pants."

"They're constricting and rub my fur the wrong way."

"That's it?" she has to rub her hands over her face, "Thats it? Truly the extent of your problems is that they rub weird?"

"Yes and I don't -"

"I'll have a pair of leather pants made for you. They stretch and sit tight to the skin but will move over your fur without disturbing it too much. If that doesn't work you're wearing a skirt. now for the shirt-"

"I don't want to-"

"Stop it, young man," she held a finger up at him, "Do not interupt me. Now, for the shirt I was thinking a cloak would suffice. It will keep you covered but would not be restrictive. Does that sound good your highness?"

"My name is Serapis."

"Get used to it. Let me finish taking your measurements so we can be done here."

He huffed, somehow looking even more petulant than he had before, but at least he finally stood still long enough for her to get her work done.

"Good, good," she said once she had finished, "I'll send these to the tailors."

Serapis meerly nodded and sat heavy on the edge of his bed letting his head hang as though that had been the most exauhsting endeavor of his life. Even though he wasn't the one having to climb up and down a step ladder every few minutes.

"Serapis," Madeline tried.

"Madeline," he responded.

"It's going to be ok."

"Will you be back?"

"Yes, you aren't getting rid of me that easily."

"Good. good," he nodded "I look forward to it,"he said without looking at her.

#in this one serapis makes a friend #he likes that she stands up to him #a noble opponent

[blackkatmagic]

i CANNOT WAIT for the MaceFox fic

;)

“What kind of flowers do you think Mace would like?” Fox asks distractedly scrolling through the online listings of a florist he walks past frequently. The ladies who run it don’t seem to have a problem with clones, and while Fox could technically nip over to one of the higher-end districts and pilfer a few landscaping beds, he’d rather have someone who knows what flowers are supposed to look like in a bouquet make an arrangement for him. “Is red too bright?”

Thire, facedown on his desk, makes a piteous noise. “Fox, the Chancellor was murdered.”

“Right, celebratory colors should work, then,” Fox says, and narrows down the search. One arrangement in particular, with brilliant red and bold purple flowers, framed by green ferns, catches his eye, and he clicks on it immediately.

When he looks up, Thire is staring at him in abject despair, and Fox raises a pointed brow at him in return.

“Thorn,” Thire says mournfully. “Did the medics say when Commander Fox would go back to normal?”

“It’s a mental break, not a cold,” Thorn says, leaning over Fox’s shoulder. He takes one look at the flowers and winces. “Fox, those are hideous. That combination’s terrible. And besides, they're expensive, and you don’t have any money.”

“As if I’d need money,” Fox says disdainfully. A lack of credits has never stopped any clone ever. Or at least, it’s never stopped Fox, and if it’s stopped anyone else, they're cowards.

Besides, he stopped a robbery in the florist shop, which is why they like him, and if he spins a dramatic story of true love and cashes in a favor he’s absolutely sure they’ll make him whatever bouquet he wants.

“Fox,” Thire says again, still despairing. “The Chancellor just got murdered. On our watch.”

“On your watch, technically,” Fox reminds him. “I'm on leave.” He frowns down at the bouquet, and—it’s not that bad. It’s red and purple. Fox likes the symmetry of it. “Maybe I can ask them for more green.”

“More green isn't going to save that,” Thorn tells him, because Thorn is fundamentally a fun-adverse killjoy who takes great pleasure in ruining all of Fox’s plans. “It looks like the Galaxies Opera House threw up on a traveling minstrel show.”

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