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dat-town · 3 years

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wish you were here

Characters: Mark Lee & you

Setting: wish dragon au (and a bit of aladdin because mark even has a tiger in their garden like jasmine did. don’t ask why, just blame the regular mv), childhood best friends to lovers (at least there’s potential?)

Genre: fluff and humour

Warnings: mentions of a sick animal and a wild animal kept as a pet in a huge garden (just like jasmine’s tiger, it’s very tamed)

Summary: A magical teapot, a dragon that wants everyone to be happy and an old friendship being revived. Oh yeah, have I told you that you have 3 wishes?

Words: 6.4k

For @restlessmaknae 💕

When your mother told you you got delivery to your childhood home, you certainly did not expect this: a brown box as big as a small watermelon with your old Canadian address and MARK LEE scrabbled next to your name as another recipient but no sender. Not to mention, the first stamp on the thing was dating back to the early 2010s. Where the hell was this package for 10 years? And what would you and your old neighbour slash best friend have gotten together?

Okay, first things first:

You and this clumsy, kind of cute kid, Mark had been quite tight while growing up. You were born in the same year, only a month apart, and his family lived in the house next to yours in the suburbs of Vancouver, so it was kind of natural. You two might have been against the world kind of comrades, playing hide and seek when you were six and wondering about whether time travelling was possible through black holes at twelve. But no matter how close you used to be, you fell out of touch when Mark's family moved to the other end of the world, back to Korea, their roots when you were fourteen. You slowly forgot about him, and started university in the city, moving away from home, so nothing really reminded you of him ⎼ and your stupid, big fat crush on him that you had no courage to tell him about in middle school ⎼, nothing until this box.

You put the delivered package on your kitchen table while you make some dinner for yourself out of what you have gotten during grocery shopping earlier just before you picked up the mysterious stuff at the post office. You eye it suspiciously over your pasta, really not wrapping your mind about what it could be but instead of annoying yourself with this pointless curiosity, you put your fork down and stand up to open it. It’s a struggle at first, the box being secured with multiple adhesive tapes over the years but when you finally get rid of all that and can look inside of it, an intense feeling rushes through you… immerse disappointment.

“A teapot? For real? What were we thinking?” you furrow your brows taking the small, green and pretty old teapot into your hands. It looks like a piece of a traditional Asian set with its jade colour and dragon pattern. It couldn’t have been in a much better shape 10 years ago either seeing how wayworn it is but still, you expected something more… exciting? Something funny that might or might not give you an excuse to look up Mark Lee on the internet and message him for the sake of old times. But how lame it would be to befriend him on Facebook only to tell him that you got delivered a teapot under both your names. Hah, you would rather not embarrass yourself like that.

You shoot one last glance at the teapot before leaving it on your counter and going back to your food, you successfully forget about the whole ordeal. You carry your life on with only one small difference: Mark Lee back on your mind after long, long years.

It was just a small crush, you tell yourself, sighing as you look into the mirror, absentmindedly wondering how he’s doing. Does he think of you sometimes as well? Did he go to music college like he has always wanted? Is he happy? You wish he was even if he’s half a world away and with that thought you think it’s time to go to sleep despite the upcoming weekend days. You don’t want to mess up your sleep schedule over some boy but as soon as you pull the blanket over your chest and close your eyes, something explodes in your kitchen.

You jump out of bed faster than lightning, in slight panic over the fact that your neighbours will hate you for bothering them late at night and your landlord would kill you if you managed to blow up your microwave. But the sight that welcomes you is like no other that you imagined. The whole room is covered in thick pink glittery smoke. Like your worst Barbie nightmare.

“What the⎼” you cough, waving your hands to clear the air and once it dissolves into nothingness with its weirdly cotton candy smell, there’s a boy in the middle of it all, sitting cross legged on your kitchen counter so casually as if he owned the place. His pink-ish purple hair hangs into his eyes and he seems to find your coffee machine strangely interesting. You grab the first thing you can ⎼ a blender ⎼ and hold it up in defensive before yelling at the boy: “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment?”

The stranger’s mouth pulls up in a charming smile, his eyes sparkle as he turns his attention to you, hopping off the counter. He’s all thin and long limbs, so you hate how you hate to look up at him as he walks towards you before bowing ceremoniously.

“Hello, sorry for the sudden appearance, I just couldn’t wait any longer! I’ve been stuck in that teapot waaay too long. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything. My name is Taeyong, I’m a wish dragon and you’re my new owner,” he smiles and what he says makes absolutely no sense.

“A wish dragon?” you mumble in shock, looking around to see if this is just another prank of Johnny. You wouldn’t be surprised to see him jump out from under one of the cupboards. Or maybe you just fell asleep and you’re dreaming. Yeah, that seems like a realistic scenario.

“Ah, yes! I know I don’t look like it but modern times require modern solutions. Most people freak out because of my dragon form, so human it is,” the boy who seems only a few years older than you grins as he’s chatting and you have to give it to him, he takes this role pretty seriously. “You have three wishes as my owner. You can ask for anything as long as it’s not about death or love.”

So you got yourself someone who thinks he’s basically a genie? Oh gosh, is he that drunk?

“Aha, very funny. I’m too tired for this prank, so I would appreciate it if you left the same way you came...” you point towards your window because there’s no way he came through the door. Putting down your blender because the guy looks pretty harmless despite his crazy blabbering, you move to go back to your bedroom.

“No, no, no, I can’t do that,” the boy, Taeyong as he introduced himself, appears in front of you within a second and grabs your shoulder as if he could shake some sense into you. He looks pretty desperate. “I can only get a new owner if I fulfill all wishes of yours. It was super stuffy in that box the last decade, you know.”

At that excuse you let out a laugh.

“You don’t even fit it the⎼”

“You were saying?” Taeyong is suddenly nowhere near ahead of you but instead a small creature, supposedly a dragon, in the size of your palm flies in front of your eye level. “It’s magic!”

Okay, now that sight makes you feel like it’s you who is drunk. Or worse.

“Am I dead?” you have to ask in a small, uncertain voice, trying to think back what could have happened. Maybe that explosion literally blew your apartment up? But it hurts when you pinch your arm and turning back into his human form, Taeyong wants to prove the very same thing. Not the hurting but the not dead part, obviously.

“No, you’re very much alive and a happy owner of a wish dragon. Not permanently, of course, but still,” he tells you as he drags you onto your couch in the living room. As if sitting down could help processing all this.

So you have a wish dragon in your home, a magical creature that can casually switch between its dragon and human form and he says you should wish for three things, so he could leave and you could go back to your old, boring life without magic and things that scare you to death at 11PM.

“Can I ask… why? Why me? I’m not really owner-material,” you whisper because heck yeah, you even managed to kill your cactus before. Taeyong purses his lips as he sits down, a hand at his chin.

“Well, it’s unusual indeed to have a peasant girl, no offence, as my owner but as far as I know, you and your friend asked for a sign that magic was real.”

Oh, you remember that, being so obsessed with shooting stars and other stuff like that, you two used Mark’s brother’s computer to browse the internet, trying to find evidence about all that. You were kids wanting to believe in a world beyond the one you knew. But...

“That was like 10 years ago,” you furrow your eyebrows, not getting the timing.

“Well, sorry, you weren’t put on the top of the Heaven wish list and the shipping from Shanghai to Vancouver isn’t the fastest either,” Taeyong shrugs as if it was supposed to be natural. As if that was the most unbelievable thing. Well, delivery services are sometimes a pain in the ass, that’s true but getting a wish delivered by Heaven was something you would have never thought of and it all drains down on you. Strangest realisation of your life.

“So… it’s all real,” you whisper ahead of yourself: magic, dragons and all that. You could basically see your old best friend’s I told you so smile and let out a soft chuckle. “I wish Mark could meet with you, too.”

At that the guy ahead of you claps his hands and rubs them together, creating the same purple smoke from before. You look at him alarmed.

“Your wish, my command,” Taeyong grins and lifts his hands and before you could make a sound of protest because gosh, you didn’t mean it literally, you feel the ground move under your feet and you’re falling, into the darkness but despite shutting your eyes automatically, fearing the impact of the crash, nothing comes. Only the smell of soy sauce in the air and warm sunshine on your skin… Wait, what?

Your eyelids fly open and you notice in shock that you’re not in your flat anymore, ready to sleep. Instead, you stand in the middle of a goddamn street somewhere in Korea based on the signs still in your PJ shorts and tee. Oh my gosh! You hide in an alley right away and yank the seemingly proud Taeyong with you.

“I didn’t tell you that I meant right now! I can’t meet Mark in my PJs and I need my phone and wallet to function anyways. Not to mention, I don’t speak Korean at all...” you ramble panicking, the realisation that you’re indeed on the other side of the Earth due to some magic is yet to register. But the awkwardness from the stares you have just gotten has already turned you bashful.

Listening to you, the wish dragon seems sheepish and slightly embarrassed as he scratched his nape, his colourful hair falling into his cast down eyes.

“Oh… sorry. I got so excited over the wish that I didn’t think about it! It’s been a while since I did teleport magic but hey, I still have it in me. Anyways, sorry. Phone and wallet, you said? Here you go,” he pulls out something from his pants which magically seems to be indeed your belongings. That definitely makes things earlier.

“Uhm, thanks. Where are we exactly?”

“Ah, well you mentioned your friend Mark Lee, so we’re here. Well, one bell away because I did remember that it’s rude to intrude other’s houses without permission first,” oh now, you know, you snicker internally and gulp because hell, even if you wanted to see Mark, you wouldn’t have thought that the meeting would come so soon. You didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself mentally.

“So… you’re telling me that this… is where Mark lives?” you point at the impressive apartment complex on the corner of the street but Taeyong shakes his head.

“Nope, This is where your Mark lives,” he says and before you could object about the ‘your’ part, the dragon points at the other side of the road at a luxurious house with a huge garden, basically a palace. Seeing the beautiful fountain, the modern and yet traditional Korean style building beyond the fences makes your jaw drop.

“Hahaha, alright for a magic dragon you must have made a mistake. There’s no way the Mark Lee I know lives here,” you look back at Taeyong finding it funny that the kid who used to wore his favourite tees until his mother basically threw them out would live at such a place.

“Mark Lee, korean name Minhyung, supposed to be 22 years old internationally soon. Bad eyesight, contagious laugh, clumsy but has surprisingly good reflexes, gets embarrassed easily. Sound familiar?” Taeyong crooks a brow at you as he reads the information off from a parchment he just took out of his pants. Everything he listed is just so Mark that you’re left in disbelief.

“Uuh… that sounds about right.”

“His father hit it big in 2016 with a tech company, their net worth has too many zeros to count,” Taeyong explains, seeing how surprised you were over the fact that he lived a lavish life like this. Not that he doesn’t deserve it! Mark is such a sweetheart, so of course, you would only want the best for him but as if half the world wasn’t enough, now you have another huge gap between you.

“Gosh, I really can’t believe this. How am I supposed to just ring the bell and say hello after so much time?” you sighed with your head in your hands. “Argh, I need to buy some clothes and change.”

Taeyong approves the idea based on how enthusiastically he hollers, you wonder why nobody on the street seems to pay no attention to him. Maybe only you see him, just more reason for you to be crazy.

“Good idea because we’re having dinner with Mark!”

“What?” you look up in shock, not following through. Taeyong grins down at you, flashing a giddy smile and with a twirl he’s changed from his baggy, casual clothes to something more chic but still laidback.

“Your wish was him meeting me, so I arranged everything. I can't meet him without you and the teapot there, you know,” he explains as if it was supposed to be obvious. You aren't ready yet though.

“You just want to eat all the fancy delicious food he has,” you squint at him suspiciously and the dragon stays silent, so you must be right. He laughs nervously.

“Maybe, but can you blame me? I haven’t had a feast since a literal decade!” he hollers and somehow you really cannot find it in yourself to be angry at him. You are in Seoul for god's sake after all and magic is real, you can put up with the inconvenience of buying clothes and making yourself look decent before dumping all this surprise on Mark.

An hour later you stand in front of the gates of the Lee mansion and nervously you wipe your sweating hands into your dress. You can totally do this, you just say hi to an old friend, it's not like you're afraid he wouldn't remember you, hah, of course not–

"Y/N!"

You whip your head at the call of your name to the source of that all too familiar voice. Sure it's deeper than you remember but there's no mistake in whose it is. Plus, who else would call your name in South Korea of all places.

"Mark, hey!" you wave the boy who just got out of one of the fanciest cars you've ever seen in your life. And yet, despite the Prada suit and expensive shoes, styled hair and Swiss watch on wrist, Mark Lee still has that goofy little smile and the doe eyes that used to make you weak in the knees. Hah, who are you kidding? They still do.

"Oh my god, dude, you… you got pretty," Mark jogs up to you and having no filter like always he blabbers immediately only to stutter as his ears turn red. It was so him talking before thinking, so you didn’t really mean to dwell on his words. Although you felt your cheeks dusted with pink soon enough. "I mean, it's really good to see you! I was so surprised to see your name in my calendar for today's dinner! You should have told me you were coming to Korea, I would have picked you up at the airport."

His calendar? Ah, of course, he must have been busy and all that. You wouldn’t have been surprised to see an assistant run after him at this point, so you wonder how your wish dragon magically put you onto his list of important people to meet. Gosh, it was so weird.

"Ah, I have a funny story about that…" you chuckled to yourself but before you could have get out anything, even a please, can we go to a more private place? Mark’s eyes zero on the guy next to you and his eyes grow comically wide.

"And uhm, who is your friend?" he points at Taeyong who waves him in exchange with a kilowatt smile. He looks back at you with his mouth agapé. "Oh my god, you came to invite me to your wedding?"

He says oh my god way too many times for an eloquent rich kid, he really is the Mark Lee you knew.

"No, never! I mean, of course, I would invite you but Taeyong and I– I literally met him on my way here," you explain hastily cursing yourself for the silly lie. You came to tell him the news not to try to make it believable.

“I heard there’s food,” the wish dragon pipes in very helpful and you shoot him a disapproving glance he doesn’t notice. Luckily, Mark doesn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, yeah, of course, dinner! Come on in, let’s get you two settled,” he grins albeit a bit awkwardly as he leads you through the gate after opening it with his card.

On the way through the very, very, very big garden, he’s chattering about how he misses the Vancouver weather, especially on humid, hot days like this and talks about how he thinks the fountain in their yard is a bit too much but his mom loved it and then before you know it, you sit by a huge dining table with fine food in front of you. Suddenly you can’t decide whether you're grateful for Taeyong’s shameless presence – he digs into the jjigae right away – because at least the situation isn’t awkward because of your silence or you’re annoyed by it because you must seem like a weirdo because of him. That’s why you decide to rip off the bandage and tell Mark as soon as the last maid has disappeared too.

“Okay, so actually I came here because I have a surprise,” you speak up, probably too serious because the boy almost chokes on his food due to how fast he turns his head towards you.

“More surprise?” he coughs out and you offer him a glass of water which he takes with a smile.

“You literally won’t believe this one!” you assure him and wait until he gulps down the drink. Only then you point to Taeyong and tell him that your childhood wish has come true.

Mark almost falls off his chair this time.

Not after you tell him that though. He laughs at that with that wheezing laugh of his as if you told the joke of the century then pats you on the shoulder murmuring That was a good one, bro and turning back to his food. But then you look at the magic dragon pointedly and Taeyong puts down his chopsticks with an exaggerated sign. Then he flexes his magic: turning into his dragon form among additional sparkles and Mark suddenly looks like he’s about to faint. He reaches out to tap on your shoulder while not taking his eyes off the wish dragon.

“Am I dreaming?” he whispers and honestly, you totally get his reaction while Taeyong mumbles something about ‘people these days not believing in dragons’ as he shows off all the things he could do: gift riches, make one stronger than they are, giving skills of whatever one wants. He starts rambling about how this one Chinese emperor became wealthy thanks to this, how that one actor in martial arts and all this before changing back to his human form and he continues eating his pasta like nothing ever happened.

“I can do this all day,” he shrugs as if he didn’t just perform the coolest magic tricks.

“This… this is the best thing ever!” Mark exclaims with those sparkles in his eyes you missed so much. He was always so excited about new things and it automatically makes you smile how he bombards Taeyong with million questions like: ‘So you are the wish dragon that grants wishes?’ or asking him about his scales, his unique color, how it feels to live in such a small teapot, how old he is and the dragon glows under all the attention. Can’t blame him but Mark has always been so curious about the world, it’s endearing.

“So your first wish was to meet me?” he turns to you after long minutes of interrogating Taeyong and suddenly, under the spotlight you don’t know what to do with yourself. You can feel yourself blushing because you didn’t necessarily mean to wish for that but it’s not like you’re regretting it, it’s just… you don’t want him to misunderstand.

“I thought you should meet him, too, after all the package was delivered for the two of us,” you look down, trying to sound nonchalant while picking your food, avoiding Mark’s gaze. No matter how open armed he welcomed you, you still aren’t convinced that it’s okay to be here because the more time you spend with him, the more you would like to stay a part of his life. “It’s just… I wasn’t really sure we could ever meet again. We didn’t keep contact after you left.”

With dropped shoulders, you try not to sound too downhearted because of what happened because you know all too well, it wasn’t his fault, it was a family decision and look at him, it did good for him! He seems happy, they live in a practically mansion but most importantly, he didn’t seem to change with the wealth. He might wear expensive clothes but under it all he’s still the boy with the most loveable smile.

“I… I was thinking about you a lot, I just thought you forgot about me,” Mark admits with a sheepish smile, tucking his hair behind his ear shyly. He really still is the same and it’s playing silly little games with your heart. If this was a cheesy Disney movie, a slow bgm would start to play as you look into each other but your moment is broken when Taeyong accidentally kicks into his chair as he stands up. At first he looks alarmed but then giggles.

“I will just… go. Don’t mind me,” he disappears like smoke with a wink, leaving you two alone at which Mark lets out a woah. You chuckle at his cute reaction, heart doing somersaults in your chest.

You thought it would be awkward, just the two of you alone after long years but Mark has this thing that he makes people feel comfortable around him, so it’s actually quite nice. You catch up on everything and anything that comes to your mind: old neighbours, studies, friends, what are you doing now and what would you like to do, too.

After finishing the delicious dinner, Mark offers a home tour which you would never refuse and you jaw drops at the huge crystal chandelier in their living room as well as their swimming pool but your favourite place in the whole mansion is Mark’s room because it’s just so him. You can’t describe it well but the moment you step inside, it feels like home. It’s cozy to the point it makes you want to cuddle a pillow. It has colours of pastels, a synthesizer here, a guitar there, posters of singers framed on his wall and vinyl records hanging down. His window has a view of sunset and Namsan above their green garden and although you haven’t been in Seoul before, you’re pretty sure it’s your favourite place in the whole damn city, too.

“Wait, there’s someone I would like you to meet,” Mark suddenly exclaims while you’re looking through his pictures and he pulls you out of his room, out of the house, into the garden: You giggle all the way as he’s being so secretive about it but then your steps halt unexpectedly and the hand you have in Mark’s yanks him back.

“Mark… why is there a tiger in your garden in the middle of Seoul?” you ask as quietly and as immobile as you can. You don’t want to attract the sleeping animal’s attention to yourself. But to your biggest surprise, the boy just laughs, his thumb caressing your skin soothingly.

“She’s Jasmine and she won’t hurt you,” he reassures you but needless to say, you’re not too calm and you’re pulled close to the wild animal that lifts its huge head towards you lazily. “She was abandoned by her mother as a cub and she was outcast in the zoo because she’s a bit sick, so she has always been weaker than her siblings. Dad made a donation and we have raised her since she was young.”

You hiss when Mark reaches out without fear but the tiger basically purrs as he strokes down his fur at the neck. You watch in awe as this big wild animal becomes a soft cat under the hands of Mark Lee. When the boy encourages you to pat her too, you hesitate but he promises you that it’s gonna be alright and you take a leap of faith.

“What’s her sickness?” you wonder aloud as your fingers get lost in the soft fur of the tiger. You hope she’s not in a lot of pain.

“It’s an immune system thing, not sure what exactly but she wouldn’t have survived this long in the wild,” the boy tells you and his mouth curls up in a smile when Jasmine licks your hand. It seems like you’re tiger-approved. You look into its warm brown eyes and your heart churns at the thought of her condition.

Mark tells you stories of Jasmine, about that one time she crashed his birthday cake or how much she likes to swim with him in their pool during summer and gosh, you could listen to him go on and on forever. You’re only reminded of the reality, that all this is just a possible one-time thing, a weekend getaway with magic when Taeyong shows up in swimwear, ready to crash in said pool.

“I guess he might have been bored in that teapot,” Mark laughs, not minding at all. He even offers you to join but you have a better idea.

“Taeyong, I have my second wish!” you call out for the wish dragon who’s suddenly much more excited about that than the water. He’s beside you in a moment, beaming and curious. You glance at Mark with a soft smile before looking at your personal genie confidently.

“I wish Jasmine would be healthy,” you whisper, playing with the tiger’s furry ears which she seems to enjoy. You were a little bit afraid the dragon would say it’s not possible, that he can’t cure sickness but to your relief, he just grins.

“Your wish, my command,” he nods and puts a hand over the animal. Nothing but a smoke of purple signals the magic being done but you believe in it and so does Mark by the looks of it. He reaches out for your hand and squeezes it gently.

“Thank you,” he smiles and you smile back. He used to be your best friend after all, it’s the least you can do for him.

Mark convinces you to stay the weekend and there’s no way you could tell no to him, not when he clears his schedule just for you. He never complains about how busy he must be working for his father’s business while being a music major at a local university. All he ever talks about is the places he wishes to show you and he takes you around Seoul as if he was your certificated tour guide. It’s lovely how enthusiastic he is about it while what really matters to you is the time you spend together. He makes sure you two take a million photos to remember by, Taeyong posing on half of them since he joins you on your little trips and sometimes it’s just the two of you watching the wish dragon being genuinely in awe by modern technology, 10 years is a long time after all.

On the last day before you have to go back to Vancouver (thanks to Taeyong’s kind offer to take you the same way you came back since he misunderstood you, you don’t have to sit through a 10+ hours flight and you have more time), Mark not only tries to make you breakfast despite having an in-house chef (his eggs are ugly as heck but you appreciate his efforts and can’t help but coo at his dreamy smile under that grey hoodie when you tell him it tastes yummy) but he also introduces you to his friends in Korea. Of course, they tease you (mostly Mark) about where he has been hiding you but it’s all chill and fun you’re not quite ready to say goodbye. But you should go because the more you stay, the more you don’t want to leave. You’re lucky enough for this chance to reunite with Mark but all good things end eventually.

“Let’s not disappear from each other’s life again, okay?” the boy grins at you as you’re ready to go, Taeyong already working on his magic.

“Yeah, let’s not,” you agree easily, looking forward to your video chatting and constant texting even if it’s from the two opposite ends of the Earth with a terrible time zone difference.

You glance at the wish dragon who’s drumming with his fingers while pursing his lips as if he was waiting for something and you let out a huff before working up the courage to actually do something about these feelings inside of you. You might have regretted not confessing in middle school, you have spent years wondering about the what ifs, so you don’t want to make the same mistake twice but still, you want to give Mark a chance to ignore it all if he wants to. So you step forward and wrap your hands around him as you hug him close. It’s obvious that your action takes him aback, he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands and his body tenses under you but it all melts as you say those words that have been threatening to fall from your lips all this time:

“I have missed you.” you confess, honest and based on the hitch in his breathing, Mark must be surprised. You can’t blame him though, you just wanted him to know. You step back with a weary smile, his big Bambi eyes on you but before he could say anything you nod at Taeyong and you feel yourself falling, purple fog pulling you in. A few moments later you’re back in Vancouver, in your apartment, without him.

The first few days pass in a blurr, you can still barely believe what just happened. Your weekend with Mark feels like a too good dream but Mark kept his side of promise and texted you almost immediately as you left. He sends you selfies, songs that remind him of you and you talk about your days like you never did before. Still, it feels like you’re dancing around certain topics which are basically the elephant in the room and maybe that’s why Taeyong tries to cheer you up in his own way. Though, he soon realizes that you not being happy isn’t the problem, you are happy, you just… miss Mark more than you ever did.

“Enough of moping, you still have a wish left!” Taeyong exclaims, throwing himself onto your bed. “Come on, close your eyes, imagine what you want the most in the world and make a wish!" he singsongs. However, before you could even just indulge him, your phone pings with a new notification.

fullsun00 tagged you in their post!

You click on it right away, wondering what Mark’s friend Donghyuck is doing online at 1AM. The uploaded post turns out to be a photo of you and Mark when you all hang out near Han river. You were too busy at the time laughing at how the boy almost lost his whole scoop of ice cream before he could have had a single bite to notice his smile while looking at you. Based on his caption Donghyuck apparently wasn’t.

fullsun00: just old friends, they say. friends my ass @buttercupyn @onyourm__ark

You click your tongue wondering what Mark thinks of the callout but you press like on the post anyways. You put your phone aside before you could see how his other friends join the teasing in the comment section.

“Actually, I do have my third wish,” you speak up as you turn to Taeyong before he could make a remark on your tinted cheeks.

You’ve been thinking a lot about it during the past days. You could wish for anything but you’re at a point of your life where no riches or fame would make you happier because you’re happy enough just the way it is. It might not be perfect but you don’t want to be selfish and you want to make decisions you won’t regret: like catching up with Mark, curing his tiger and bringing happiness into the life of somebody who only ever served other people in his life.

“Ooh, what is it?” Taeyong claps, giddy as if he was waiting for this to happen. He probably did.

“I wish you would go on a vacation and enjoy life,” you tell him but unlike his usual reaction, this time the dragon’s smile fades and he blinks at you, confused.

“You could ask for anything in the world and that’s what you want? Are you sure?” he furrows his brows, not quite believing your words but you just smile, knowingly.

“Yes, Taeyong, I’m sure.”

“Your wish, my command,” he bows with his hands put together and with a twirl suddenly he’s in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, looking as ready for a holiday as one can be. You chuckle and tell him to just go, you’ll be fine.

You’re fine, you really are. Life goes on, you study and work, you laugh with your friends, you video call with Mark regularly and his friends are regulars on your social media, too. It’s just sometimes the feeling of missing something hits you harder than other days. Especially when you’re looking through the pictures you have from your Seoul weekend.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper ahead of you at one particularly good photo of Mark and the sunset, smiling at you behind the camera. You miss his smile, the cute wrinkles around his eyes when he crunches his nose, the sound of his laughter, his hand on your wrist… you miss him.

Ding-dong.

You stand up startled at the sound of your flat’s bell, running to the door to open it even though you have no idea who it could be so early on a Saturday morning. Not having a better idea, you expect it to be either a neighbour of your landlord but on the other side of your doorstep stands a boy who you thought was a continent away. He’s dressed semi-casually this time, his shirt tucked in his jeans, hair lightly falling onto his forehead and a nervous smile on his thin lips.

“Mark! But I⎼ I don’t even have more wishes,” you blink, taken aback, looking around to look for Taeyong in case he came back. But your behaviour just manages to confuse Mark instead.

“What?”

“I just wished you were here,” you blurt out without thinking, your words only processing later in your brain and it’s then when heat creeps onto your cheeks. Mark tries to but can’t really hide his growing smile at that.

“Really? I’m glad then. I just took my new private plane on a test drive,” he says bashfully, a silly excuse for real.

“All the way to Vancouver?” you tease, watching Mark fumble with the hem of his shirt. Your heart beats overtime just because of the fact that he’s there.

“Well, what can I say? I did miss the weather here,” he plays along with a shrug but he’s more serious when he looks deep into your eye and adds: “And you left without letting me answer.”

Oh yes, you did. You were kind of afraid of his reaction but seeing how he was ready to travel across the world just to see you, maybe there’s no reason for you to be so afraid. It feels like deja vu but a reversed one in a way as Mark gently pulls you into a hug, his lips grazing your hair with a whisper that makes your heart skip a beat: “I have missed you too.”

You really wouldn’t wish for anything more.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #stories

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docholligay · 3 years

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Not from the prompt list, but: Tracer "helps" Winston find romance online.

1500 words and I hope you like it!

Lena was easy to love and hard to tolerate.

She was bouncy and excitable and it was nearly impossible not to get swept up in the joy of whatever it was that she had on her mind in the moment, which could be anything from the latest home improvement project to her idea for the eventual Overwatch mess hall, once she and Pharah got funding for a proper headquarters, to helping her friends improve their own lives.

It was that last bit that was sometimes the trouble, Winston reflected, when she turned her vibrating laser focus onto to you, instead of some other project or some other someone. What seemed such a charming light when shone on the rest of the world became a maglite to the face when it was on Winston himself.

“Think you should wear that jumper Aunt Lily got for you, the green one?” Tracer was barely paying attention to any protest Winston mounted, already halfway through signup on his phone, which was essentially a tablet in her hand.

You would think that would have alerted her to the absolute insanity of what she was proposing, but Winston had to remind himself this was a woman who had willingly competed to be the one to take a fighter jet through the time barrier. Impossible and insane were merely trifles to her, not quite comprehending that she was far luckier than any normal human being. Or gorilla.

“Lena…” he sighed, “I don’t want to--”

“Do you not care for girls, Win? “ She showed him the screen, “You know you can sign up to meet boys as well, it was only I assumed you’d prefer girls, because I prefer girls, and sometimes I do ‘ave to be reminded there are choices otherwise in the world--”

“That’s not it. I…”

If he were being honest, he would say that he had put the idea of romance out of his mind so completely so early in his life that he wasn’t sure what he preferred, or if he had any preference at all. He had known from the time he was a child and fled the moon colony that there was no one in the world for him. They were a strange and new class, the moon apes, unable to be loved by gorillas, feared by humans. They had learned science, and art, and and language, and math.

No one had ever spoken of love, of any kind.

Winston had thought love was untouchable at all until Tracer had come into his life and decided that they were the best of friends. She had seen something in him, and if his traitorous gorilla’s eyes had let him cry it would have made him weep with joy, this feeling of having a family, of having a person in his life who saw his warmth and tenderness. His family had grown, since then, and truth be known, he was really quite content with the close circle of Oxtons and Overwatch that he’d accumulated.

But Tracer had latched on to the idea of sending him on a date.

“What is it, Win?” She looked up at him, her body stilling for one moment.

“Lena,” he sat down on the couch next to her, “It’s not that easy, just to swipe through a bunch of pictures, and find someone.”

“No, of course not!” She laughed and grasped his phone again, with both hands, “That cute little bird I saw last week, Emily? Whatever tosser it was she’d set up with never showed at the pub, which of course was good for me, all told, but did ‘urt ‘er a bit, right? BUt she walked away with me number in ‘er pocket, and all of life’s a gamble, Win, innit?”

When Tracer got into the habit of asking questions, which were actually statements, Winston knew he was trapped in the tar pit of her boundless enthusiasm and love. She flipped through his phone, biting her lip as she identified the pictures where he thought she looked the most handsome, the most dashing, but were still recent enough that know one could rightly say he didn’t look quite exactly like them.

“Need to get you back to the gym, we do, big guy,” she laughed, “Surprised Fareeha ‘asn;’t marched you right in.”

“No one is going to want to date me, Lena.”

“Rubbish.” She did not look up. “You’re just shy, Win--”

“I’m a gorilla. No human being looks at me, and thinks--I’m lucky if they think of me as having feelings. I’m lucky if they just think I’m a curiosity. People--”

“I don’t think--”

“Lena, I took care of you for weeks! If I hadn’t, you’d think the same, you’d be friendly to me, you’re always friendly, but you wouldn’t love me except that you were forced to know me. That’s just the truth, I have to be forced onto people before they think anything kind about me, and it won’t happen on a phone app, or in a bar, or over appetizers. I know everyone loves you, but it doesn’t work like that for the rest of us.”

He hadn’t meant to snap at her so. And certainly, he had never meant to blame anyone but himself, with anything he said. But as she lowered his phone to her lap, the smile left her face, her shoulders sank, and her body stopped its excited, vibrating chatter. She softly touched her chest, looking down at the floor, a small glisten in her eye.

If he hadn’t convinced himself he was a beast before, seeing the deep hurt he’d caused the person he loved most in the world would have easily done it.

“I’m sorry.”

Her voice was small, in a way Winston had forgotten it even could be. “Do you really think I couldn’t love you ‘less you did all that for me? I only love you, ‘cause you do things for me?”

He reached out put his hand on her back. “No, I didn’t mean it that way, not at all. I meant that...before you, no one ever gave me a chance, no one had to, and so they didn’t, and that’s just how it works for me. Even now, it’s only you that brings people to me.” He ruffled her hair and smiled. “I wouldn’t have anyone at all if you weren’t here.”

She shook her head and looked at him determinedly. ‘That isn’t true, Win. Not now, if it ever was. You ‘ave our family, your last name is Oxton, innit? Wasn’t only me that offered it to you. And Ang loves you! ‘Ana too, in ‘er sort of grumpy cat way, and Fareeha’s a cactus as an ‘uman being, but she’d so anything for you, she would, tough as she plays, you must know that. It isn’t for me own sake they love you, Win, but for yours. ‘Sides all that, you made friends in Boston, right?”

He thought for a moment, on the group that surrounded him now, and how they asked after him, and how they’d embraced his birthday even though it was just another insistent invention of Tracer’s, how he never felt the same pang of loneliness he had for so many years. How he’d learned to make conversation more easily, and how to move through a crowd, and how Christmas now involved a passel of children crawling all over him, to his delight.

“Maybe it isn’t true.” He hugged her to his side, “But you did bring it to me, and that’s true whether you like it or not.”

She wrapped her arms around him, wide and tight as a starfish, as if she could embrace the whole of him if only she tried enough, and then rocked back onto the couch, folding her legs up underneath her as she popped back with a wide smile.

“What I’m ‘earing is that I ‘ave to go through these candidates and find someone who’d just be right for a man like you. Someone looking for a bit of adventure, but cozy-like. Likes big guys, who are warm, and--you know Win, I am a bit different as well, right? Every women I meet sees right off that--” she went to tap her chest and realized she was in Winston’s house, and thus her accelerator was in the corner, his house being adapted for her, and she laughed, ‘I mean, can’t ‘ide it, can I? Same for you, and it is a bit difficult, but you’ll see. Someone will look at you, and be ever so in love.”

He chuckled. Sometimes she spoke with such belief in the possibility of the world that it was impossible not to believe her, just a little. A thought came to his mind, and his eyebrow twitched.

“You will make sure...I mean, so there’s--people who are into ...animals, and--”

“Oh oh, god no, we’ll--we’ll get that just sorted right out, trust me on this, no one comes to you except through me, Win, promise.”

“I love you, Lena.”

She beamed. “And I want you to go put on that jumper. Oh! Pick up the apron while you’re at it, very domestic.”

It was a stupid, bold, and hopeless mission. There was no hope for any of it. But with her Tracer at his side, sometimes the impossible seemed like it just might be reached, if only for a moment.

#keyofjetwolf #Valentine's prompts

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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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Magic 🔥

Three: Magic – talk about their magic, when did they discover it? Did they have to learn how to use it or did it come naturally?

echoes of the past event

@arcana-echoes

Aster, she/ they

Nopal

Starts 19 years before the events of The Arcana, ends around 11 years before the events of The Arcana, Aster starts age 5, ends age 13

Words: 1540

Warnings: angst, mention of background character death, mention of an injury (someone gets set on fire, they don’t die but they do get hurt)

Aster remembers the day vividly despite all of her missing memories. She may have forgotten her family's faces and names, but she can remember the day she lost them, and the day she found her magic.

She’d been staying at her grandmother’s house while her parents were away, a routine trip to the larger market a few towns over. She doesn’t remember what her grandmother looked like, but she can remember the house, small but full of curious looking nick-nacks that Aster was never allowed to touch. She can trace the layout of the house like the back of her hand, the line of the pink-painted hallway that curved towards the sunny bedroom she always stayed in.

Things had been so normal that morning until there was a knock on the door, some man she didn't know asking for her grandmother. She remembers the Nopal sun, scorching hot as it streamed in through the open door.

The events are a little hazy after that, she remembers that her Grandma told her to go play outside. She knew something was wrong, but she went outside without complaint.

It’s the middle of summer, and too hot to be outside, so Aster takes refuge under the old mesquite tree in the front yard, enjoying the cool spot of shade. A flash of color to her left catches her eye and she turns to see a brightly colored salamander sitting on a rock next to her.

“Hi little lizard thingy!” She says, reaching out for it. She’s surprised when it immediately jumps off the rock it’s perched on and runs away. She rises from her spot on the ground and gives chase, the bright orange salamander easy to spot against the tan landscape. Her bare feet burn against the hot sand but she doesn’t flinch, the heat’s never bothered her. Finally, she corners the salamander against the edge of the neighbor’s house.

“There you are lizard!” She shouts, once again reaching for the cornered animal. This time she’s shocked as it bursts into flames in front of her. Aster takes a step back, then a step closer, inspecting the flaming salamander. “How did you do that!”

The salamander seems to regard her, the flames dying out as it registers that the girl means no harm. She reaches out for it again and it bursts into warning flames, but she keeps reaching, picking it up without registering the pain of the fire. In fact, it doesn’t hurt at all. The salamander’s flames are ticklish and she giggles at the sensation as the salamander sticks its tongue out at her.

“Can I do that?” Aster frowns slightly, putting the salamander down to stretch her hands out in front of her. Her eyes scrunch closed and she tries to will heat into her hands, thinking of the hot sun overhead and the sand beneath her. She pictures the salamander bursting into flames and begins to feel a tingle in her fingertips. She’s as focused as a five year old can be, her hands stretched out as far as they can reach, but her focus is broken by the salamander squeaking in alarm.

Her eyes open to see that the cactus in front of her is in flames. She turns to the salamander and smiles gleefully, “Did I do that?” the salamander squeaks again in assent.

“I did it, I did it! Let’s go tell Grandma!” She scoops up the salamander and rushes back home, the cactus still flaming behind her.

“Grandma! I set a cactus on fire!” Aster squeals, holding the salamander up who gives another happy squeak. Her grandmother turns to her with watery eyes, not giving comment on the cactus fire.

“Aster, put that salamander outside and come sit down. We need to talk.” She says sternly, her tone immediately making Aster nervous. She opens the door as if to let the salamander out but slips it into her pants pocket instead, giving it a whispered “shh” to warn it to behave.

“Aster, sweetie, there’s been an accident…”

At that moment everything Aster had ever known was ripped from her. Her parents weren’t coming back from their trip, they weren’t coming back ever.

Aster’s grandmother had been sick for years, she couldn’t take care of a child on her own. Certainly not on top of her grief at losing her son and daughter in law, and especially not after Aster’s revealed that she can set things on fire with her mind. So, she’s quickly shipped off to a distant family friend in the city, someone Aster had never even met.

When Aster arrives at the friend’s house she’s greeted by a woman with bright purple hair and a pointy witch's hat. The woman tells Aster to call her “Auntie” but all Aster wants to do is cry. She spends the first few weeks setting things on fire a lot, she doesn't mean to do it but now whenever she thinks of fire she can’t help it. The first time it happens she’s terrified. She wakes up from a nightmare to her bed covered in flames, too scared to even scream. Luckily the flames once again do her no harm.

Her aunt runs in to put the fire out, but she isn’t angry as Aster had feared, she’s excited. From then on Aster practices her magic every day, trying to learn to contain it. The salamander takes up residence inside the stove, choosing to ignore the people who live in the house and the chaos they create for the most part.

As the years pass Aster get’s better at magic, but try as she might she can’t keep it entirely under control. When she’s emotional, which she often is, the fire bursts out of her and she has to remember to breathe and calm down enough to stop the fire. But fire is unpredictable, and so is Aster. It’s a dangerous combination.

Countless furniture items are burnt beyond repair, the sleeves of Aster’s shirts are always singed, and sometimes even people get hurt. Her aunt owns a shop downstairs, and as Aster gets older she gets to help. Most of her tasks are prepping potion ingredients, which Aster finds incredibly boring. Sometimes she’s impatient and wants to finish her tasks early so she’ll use her fire to cook ingredients rather than waiting for water to boil. It usually works fine, but on a busy summer day, it has dire consequences.

Aster is using a handful of fire to heat valerian for a sleeping potion, it works best boiled but she figures that what her aunt doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Just as she’s about to put the flame out a man comes over to ask her a question about one of the potions. When she can’t answer quickly enough, focused on trying to stop the fire in her hand, he gets rude and begins yelling at her about her “poor customer service”.

She can’t help it, the flame in her hand rises from a tiny spark to a blaze as the rude customer continues to berate her. He doesn’t seem to notice as the flame bursts out of her hand and catches on the sleeve of his coat, not until the fire spreads up his arm.

He yells, not immune to Aster’s fire, and she immediately snaps out of it and tries frantically to put the fire out as it spreads. Her aunt finally realizes something is wrong and runs over to put the fire out, but not before it’s eaten through the fabric of the man’s clothing and left a violent looking burn. He runs out of the shop before her aunt can offer to heal it and the few people left in the store turn to fearfully glance at Aster before they run out too.

“I didn’t mean to-” she chokes out, staring at her hands which still glow faintly. She’s biting her lip, trying hard to keep the tears at bay.

“I know, Aster, but you did. You could have killed him.” Her aunt frowns, reaching for Aster’s hand. “You have to get this under control, you can’t keep exploding like this.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t even do magic anymore.” She yanks her hand away and starts to clear up the potion ingredients so she doesn’t have to look at her aunt’s pity filled expression.

“I don’t think you’d be able to stop if you tried.” Her aunt says gently, “You’ll be able to control it someday, I’ll help you.”

“I didn’t mean to set that man on fire.” Aster says again, hoping her aunt believes her. She makes impulsive decisions and loses her temper sometimes, but she would never mean to hurt someone like that on purpose.

“He was an asshole, at least it got him out of the store.” Her aunt jokes and Aster’s eyes fly up to see if she’s serious.

“So you mean I should set more customers on fire?” Aster smiles, glad for the joke to break the tense moment.

“Only if they’re rude, we have to be able to afford food somehow.” Her aunt laughs, ruffling Aster’s hair. “Now come on, let’s see you practice the most difficult magic of all- putting the kettle on for some tea.”

#arcana eotp #apprentice aster #all of my ocs aunts be like ‘it’s tea time!’#maybe aster killed count lucio 👀#aster says: when dealing with rude customers at work- the answer is- FIRE!#the man will be fine i'd like to point that out lol #aster has like no memories of pre-plague but she unfortunately remembers these events :/ sorry bby

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dem-cp-hoes · 4 years

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Sorry to bother you, but can you do some wholesome/cute head canons for the creepypastas please?

You're not bothering at all, no worries😊

Though I think these turned out to be general hc rather than cute but... 🤷‍♀️

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Jeff:

I think it's pretty much canon that Jeff names his knives. Most people would think that he gives them badass names but nah...

His favorite is named Martha, no one else is allowed to touch her

There's also Kule, Austin and Annie, sometimes he talks to them (mostly about Liu)

No, you can't point it out/comment on it, it'll upset him

Smile is his best friend, Ben is jealous

His hair gets curly after a few days, which means he has to straighten it with an iron

He also puts his hair buns, or ponytails around the house (he looks good tbh)

^the reason he always has hair ties as well

He's either dead asleep or hasn't slept for 4 days straight, there's no in-between

Not a total asshole all the time, surprisingly

He doesn't make mean comments about things that hit too close to home

Like, sure he's gonna tease Toby for his ticks but he's never gonna mention his sister

He makes up his own curse words

He puts on chapstick, but no one knows

Everyone knows, they've seen him, Ben has a video

He talks during movies, questioning the logic and making comments about characters' decisions, nobody minds bc it's hilarious since everything he says is on point

He drinks the sweetest coffee with milk and 3 spoonfuls of sugar at least

Loves romantic movies, but he has a reputation

Has a small cactus in his room, it was a gift from Ben, he takes good care of it

Ben:

He has freckles!!! He has freckles everywhere!!! (sorry I got excited, I just love freckles) but bc of the whole dead/demon thing, you have to get close to him of you want to see them

Owns a lot of fandom themed hoodies and t-shirts

He can mimic a lot of cartoons' voices, including the jigglypuff song, it's quite impressive

He's very proud of it

Ben is a genius, since he's mostly attached to a computer he has access to anything the internet has to offer, so lots of knowledge

Sometimes he can answer like Alexa/Siri does if someone calls his name and asks something

The others think he can't control it and ask him things all the time

He absolutely can control it and only does it to fuck with them by giving them bullshit answers that sound legit

He collects action figures, what a dork

Has a hamster, his name is Picachu

He gets teased a lot over it, let him live pls

The others secretly love it tho

Loves to watch people argue through their cameras

He lives for the drama

"Ben what are u doing?" "I'm watching this couple in New Jersey, apparently Sharon cheated on Nick again, but this time with his sister!!!"

When he giggles/gets embarrassed his ears become bright red

Sits on the floor, sits on tables, sits on Jane, Slender is convinced he doesn't know what a chair is

Jack:

Any perfume with a very heavy scent makes him sneeze a lot

He refuses to believe he is hurt/sick

Jack, while being held down by all the proxies: Guys, I told you I'm fINE, I CAN WORK TODAY, JUST LET ME GO!!

He has a lot of animal mannerisms

Like licking someone he likes on the cheek, purring/growling, sniffing etc

Bruh, you scratch behind his ears or under his chin and his whole chest vibrates with purring

He tilts his head on the side when he's confused, like a dog

Loves scented candles, he has a bunch of them in his room

His favorite scent is lavender

He can in fact eat human food, it just can't sustain him all that well and anything that is not overly seasoned tastes bland

With that being said, he loves spicy food bc he can taste it properly

Jane screamed when she saw him eat an entire plate of ghost peppers with no milk

The jingle of keys makes his head turn sharply towards the sound, once again like a dog

He can fall asleep anywhere, and I mean anywhere

The porch? More than once

In another's room? Of course

In slender's office? That was quite an interesting thing to explain

In the middle of the kitchen? Yeah, once

He's just a sleepy boi

Jack is the one who knows everyone's ticklish spots bc gives check ups

Likes listening to audio books on his free time

Masky:

He drinks Irish coffee (for those of you who don't know, it has alcohol in it)

Once Masky called Slender dad (sleep deprived) and then proceeded to slam his head down on the table and say a bad word

Sally once made him a flower crown for his birthday

He refused to take it off for 5 hours!!

Won't sleep with less than 2 pillows

He considers his one True near death experience to be when he almost choked on one of Jane's fake eyelashes (long story)

He has mastered the 'disapproving face' game', even when he wears the mask, you can feel it's there

He's around Toby, what did you expect?

Doesn't trust giraffes ("why are they so fucking long????")

He has a very contagious laugh when he really laughs, even when he just grins

Can give the best hugs, hands down

Like you feel so warm and protected when he hugs you

And it doesn't help the fact that he smells like the forest after a rainy day.... (now I want a hug)

Hoodie:

He has dirt on everyone

Mainly bc he's quiet and reliable so people tell him stuff

Has Masky saved in his phone as 'Bae' and when people see it they ask, "Is he your boyfriend?"

And he replies with, "Nah, it stands for Biggest Asshole Ever"

Drinks tea by the gallon

Reigning champion of "How many objects can we put on Jeff while he sleeps"

Hoodie has those "hoe don't do it" moments pretty much every day

Jeff trying to start shit, Ben is planning a prank on someone, someone insulted Slender. Every time

Award winning smile

His hair is the softest thing ever I swear-

Will make tea for anyone he sees that's having a rough day

He likes to sketch people, he's actually pretty good

He likes to read books to calm down

If someone wants to he will read out loud to them

Toby:

Don't give him energy drinks

It won't make him hyper, oh no, but it will make him do dumb shit

Once, Helen made the mistake of handing him a red bull, and let's just say he was found playing a mix between 'the floor is lava' and 'don't let the balloon touch the floor'

It was intense

President of Protect the Bees and very proud of it

Will follow through with literally any dare, he takes impulsivity to new levels

Will let Sally do his hair and dress him up to play princess

That friend who sends you fucking memes at 3am just to be a prick

It's easy to get him flustered, especially if someone flirts with him

He is obsessed with sour sweets, not even he knows why

There's no such thing as personal space, he's comfortable around everyone

Gets excited when he sees a cartoon on tv from when he was a kid

Places the stickers Sally gives him on the headboard of his bed

He knows how to say, "can I pet your dog?" in 4 languages

#Creepypasta #Creepypasta Headcanon #Jeff the killer #Ben Drowned #Eyeless Jack #Masky #Hoodie #Ticci Toby

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blizzardrush · 3 years

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Drabble + laughter

Send “drabble + a word” for some writing on that word

Bryan isn’t surprised Dragunov cleaned up Paul and Law, though he’s rather distracted at the moment. Not allowed anywhere near Phoenix -- the city, not the idiot with a Roman column for a hairdo -- the match ended up in a patch of Sonora with a greater population of cacti than people. Fury has become well-acquainted with Cylindropuntia fulgida, courtesy of Phoenix -- the idiot, not the sprawl of desert-dwellers -- throwing him into a cluster of the pointy bastards. As he creeps back to the makeshift arena, several come with him.

Sergei stares at him, hands folded behind his back.

Fury groans. The cacti hurt. Synthetic skin is just as effective at stopping their spines as the real deal. There’s one in his hair. He plucks it out only for it to grab hold of his hand. He shakes it off, sticks his bleeding fingers in his mouth.

Sergei touches his scar. He’s smirking.

“Fucker,” Bryan grumbles. Pulling the other cacti off is as much fun as the first. He feels like a water balloon someone took a pin to, leaking artificial blood from numerous rows of tiny holes.

Dragunov chuckles.

At first, Fury misses it. He’s too busy extracting spikes from his flesh. He looks like a porcupine. A puffer fish. An enchilada. Nasty, spiny animals.

By Cactus #8, he’s given up using his fingers. It hurts too bad. He uses a stick instead to pry them off. The last one is stuck to the inside of his thigh. Bryan slips the stick between it and his pants, gives a good tug--

--the cactus jumps to his other thigh. He howls.

Sergei howls too, in a different way. He’s laughing. Dragunov is bent over in laughter, catching the loudest sounds in his palm. The invincible killing machine reduced to abject misery by pincushions -- it’s the funniest thing he’s seen in years, and months and months of pent-up frustration, anger, and loneliness wash out of him in a king tide of intense catharsis.

And it’s Bryan’s turn to stare, pain forgotten in the wake of another feeling rising powerfully in his chest, one that tells him to protect that laughter and the man it’s coming from above all else.

#memes ; (had fun once; it was awful)#( bless you anon I've wanted to write this for ages lol )

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crowbarstodd · 5 years

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Course Of Nature (5)

Chapter Summary: A fight! Word Count: 2,507 (it’s a short chapter IM SORRY but this and chapter 4 were originally one chapter that I split in half for pacing purposes) Rating: G Pairing: Daminette Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

The Akumatised person they were fighting was called ‘Bud Omen,’ which was considerably better than at least half of Chat’s puns.

Before his akumatisation ‘Bud Omen’ was a passionate gardener, and from what Marinette could put together, people kept tearing and uprooting his lovely roses. She only wished his anger granted him a non-aggressive ability.

Now, he was an instrument for Hawkmoth, dressed in green leaves, with long, wide, red petals extending from his neck, looking almost like a dog cone. Both his hands had been replaced red flower buds, which didn’t look particularly attractive.

One of Hawkmoths worst designs yet, Marinette decided. The outfit was simply outrageous.

“Finally!” Queen Bee (Chloe), said in lieu of greeting. “Carapace got turned into a cactus, and—“ She was cut off by a giant thorn aimed straight for the two of them. The girls rolled out of the way just in time for the projectile to crash land onto the street and reduce the roads to crumbling pieces. “And this idiot won’t stop throwing thorns at me!”

Queen Bee had turned to yell the last bit at Bud Omen, who threw yet another thorn at her. (Surprise, surprise.)

“Nobody can stop me!” Bud Omen announced. “Not until people learn to respect my flowers!”

Bud Omen extended an arm, though instead of manifesting a giant thorn, a bright green beam shot out towards Queen Bee. Marinate pulled her aside with her yoyo, watching with wide eyes as the red Toyota behind Bee transformed into a succulent, sitting comfortably inside a brown pot. “That’s what happened to Carapace,” Queen Bee said. “I think his right-hand shoots out thorns, and his left-hand does that.”

A dual wielder then. Lucky for him, unlucky for her. “Well it’s creative, I’ll give ‘im that.”

Queen Bee ducked to the side as another thorn was launched in her direction. “I can’t get close enough to use my venom!” She cried, hissing as her hands grazed gravel to prevent the rest of her body from sliding across the ground.

If Bee couldn’t use her power then she was likely to become a quick liability. “Prioritise getting people to safety! I’m sure I can hold out, at least until Chat gets here.”

Queen Bee nodded her head in affirmation, sprinting away to rescue innocents. Taking some time to assess her surroundings, Marinette deduced the safest way to apprehend the villain. Or at least the safest place to direct it.

There was a park nearby, she remembered, open and wide enough to minimise potential damage created by the thorns, and easy to evacuate as it would give her clear vision of any innocents. “Hey! Uh, flower power!” Marinette called, using her yoyo to sweep Bud Omen to the floor. He saved his fall by extending his arms, but the flowers that replaced his hands wilted and bent out of shape from the impact.

It looked like they were real flowers and susceptible to damage. That was sure to be useful for later. Bud Omen grunted as he rose, running after Marinette who was already on her way to the park. “Clear out!” She yelled as she approached. “Akuma!”

The citizens complied easily, filing out in rushed lines like a disturbed ant farm. She was barely a few feet within the park grounds when was pushed forward by a harsh force, the right side of her back aching as she was forced to eat grass. She heard Bud Omen’s stilted laugh and winced. He’d nailed her in the back with a thorn. It hurt like crazy, throbbing as she tried to get back on her feet, but she counted herself lucky he hadn’t gone and turned her into a cactus instead.

She was saved from further pain when she was scooped into the arms of a familiar black-clad hero. “Chat!” She exclaimed, relieved.

“Looks like it’s not growing very well, M’Lady,” Chat grinned, setting her down to her feet. The park was now suffering from a decent-sized crater, green thorn sticking out of it.

They hid together behind a particularly wide tree, peeking out from the sides to check on Bud Omen. “Watch out for his left, Chat, you don’t want to become a cactus.”

“We’ll just have to end it quickly then.”

“That’ll be a bit of a problem,” Marinette admitted. “I’m not exactly sure where the Akuma would be, just that the flower-hands are damageable.”

“Peony for your thoughts?”

“Think you can get to him without getting hit?”

Chat puffed his chest, bringing his hands to his waist. “Of course I can, bugaboo, you just have to beleaf in me!”

Chat Noir jumped out from behind the tree, rolling under thorns and jumping over cactus-transforming beams with lithe granted to him by his miraculous. Aiming straight and true, he leaped straight toward Bud Omen.

The villain had no choice but to parry the close-quarters attack with an arm block. He growled as one of his petals fell, bruised and brown. “How dare you!” He exclaimed.

Chat hardly had enough time to fall flat on his stomach, barely avoiding a thorn missile to the face. At such close quarters, a hitting move would definitely have taken him out of commission. Her partner showed grace true to his animal, flipping over following beam attacks from Bud Omen. He must have been getting pointers from Nightwing or something, because his usually already-impressive combinations had well smoothed out, and he was confidently executing tumbles he hadn’t proved to know earlier.

Timing her attack just right, she waited for the exact moment his hands swept upward, eyes narrowed in concentration. Now! Spotting her window of opportunity, Marinette flung her yoyo at the villain, tying his hands together.

“Uh-oh,” Chat grinned at Bud Omen, “looks like you might be in a bind?”

“You won’t be able to stop me so easily!”

Chat smiled, showing off his canines. He always looked just a touch wild when he was truly excited during a fight. “When I got closer I saw a necklace, M’Lady, might be where the Akuma is hidden.” Finally, a lead! Marinette returned her partner’s smile, digging her heels into the ground as she prepared to end the match. “Let’s get it then, Minou!”

Bud Omen growled. Too stubborn to stop even while obviously detained, Bud Omen shot another beam at Chat Noir. Though Marinette was sure her partner could evade it, she had never been the type to sit back and watch where she could intervene. With a yank, she changed the course of the shot.

It would have been the perfect stop had a new body not occupied the previously empty spot that Bud Omen’s beam was now redirected to.

“Move!” Chat bellowed, springing into action. There was a bright light as the beam made contact, and her blonde partner was left to sit on the floor as a cactus in a pot.

The newcomer who he’d saved was sprawled on their back, eyebrows in an all-too-familiar furrow.

Marinette gaped. “Robin?”

He dusted himself off, nose wrinkling at the sight of the cactus that was once Chat. “I could have avoided the attack on my own.” He said, “your partner was foolish.”

“Chat is a hero!” Marinette retorted, not at all appreciating Robin’s apparent lack of gratitude. “He helped you because that’s what heroes do.”

A thorn shot to the ground between the two of them, its impact shaking the ground enough for the two heroes to stumble, unbalanced.

“Shit,” Marinette cursed under her breath. Her grip on her yoyo had loosened thanks to Robin’s sudden appearance, and now they were back to square one.

Robin tutted. “Should have held on tighter.”

“We don’t have time for this!”

The two of them ducked behind the wide end of the thorn, hiding from the trigger happy villain who seemed intent on turning them both into cacti. “We need to come up with a plan,” Marinette said, thinking back on what she knew. “His flowers can probably be destroyed, and I think he can only use one at a time.”

Robin scoffed, unsheathing the katana attached to his hip. “I have it handled.”

His first step out from behind the shelter of the thorn was celebrated by a yellow body slamming right onto him.

Queen Bee rolled off him, obviously miffed. “What were you doing in my way?” she demanded.

So brat meets brat. Really, what a great day for Marinette.

“Me? What were you doing in my way?”

“As far as I know it’s my father whose Mayor of Paris not yours. This park is Paris public property, so I’ll ask again. What were you doing in my way?

It was astounding, the leaps and bounds in logic that Chloe could make. Even more so was the way that Robin looked prepared to argue back as though what she was saying was actually relevant in any way at all. She clapped her hands to get their attention. “Queen Bee, this is Robin, Robin this is Queen Bee. Alright now that you’ve met each other, it’s time to make a plan.”

She thought she sounded authoritative enough, but as soon as she was finished talking the two were back at it again. Is this how teachers normally felt? So dejected? “They should call you Bumble, since that’s all you seem to do.”

“Oh? Do people call you unnecessary annoyance, since that’s all you seem to be.”

“Well, well, well. Looks like Hawkmoth will be happy with me.”

That was certainly not Bee or Robin, and they certainly sounded very close. As if Bud Omen had snuck up on them while they were arguing.

Slowly, the three teens turned, to be met with the towering figure of the villain. They reacted automatically. Marinette swept at Bud Omen’s legs, watching with satisfaction as he fell. A sting from Bee’s ‘venom’ came a second later, paralysing Bud Omen as a Batarang shot out and shattered the silver string around his neck.

In the blink of an eye, the fight was over, and all Marinette could feel was dumbfounded.

She purified the Akuma, and watched as the city was restored, feeling relief fill her as her partner returned to his cat-clad state.

“See how helpful I can be now that I have my miraculous permanently?” Bee asked, smug.

Marinette sighed. “It’s still temporary, just longer this time. Until we’ve beaten Hawkmoth for good. Hawkmoth and err… Queen Bee.”

“We should do something about that,” Chat said, coming closer to the little huddle. Robin sniffed as though he was unimpressed, but his eyes shifted to Queen Bee expectantly.

The group fell into a momentary hush, shattered by a disgruntled Bee. “Are you guys serious? You want the villain to keep her name?”

“Well if we knew where she was, we’d ask,” Chat snarked in return. Seeing how she was genuinely upset by the idea, his approach softened. “Just until we take her down, Bee.”

“Ugh, I so don’t have time for this right now.”

Right, she’d used her big move and all. Marinette stole a glance at the hairpin, counting the stripes. There were still two left, which gave them about three or so minutes to figure it out.

Chat extended his baton, pushing a few buttons. “It’s easy. Just google types of bees. Or even easier call yourself abeille”

Amused, Marinette let out a chuckle. “Seriously Chat? Google? Is that how you got your name?”

Her partner made a face. “Well no, but if I hadn’t been so clever from the beginning it’s what I’d probably do. So, Google search?”

Bee groaned, but didn’t argue. The four of them huddled closer together, leaning in to look at Chat’s baton screen as he did he a quick google search.

“Ooh! You could call yourself carpenter bee!”

Chloe glowered at Chat, who had the sense to swipe out of the page quickly.

Not one to sit in silence, Robin tutted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Strange how there’s no imbecile bee. Would have been fitting for you.”

That comment earned Robin a swift kick from the blonde heroine. Her reaction seemed to satisfy him, however, as he didn’t do anything to retaliate.

“What about Andrena?” Marinette suggested, reading from the search options.

Chloe clicked her tongue, looking quite unhappy. “Well if you think so Ladybug… Then fine. Andrena. But only until we beat that awful hag. Then I’ll be Queen Bee again.”

“Thanks for your co-operation, Andrena.”

Andrena’s miraculous beeped, ending the conversation before she and Robin could fight again (who knew there’d be someone else to butt heads with him so aggressively?) “Well, we might as well all get going,” Marinette said, waving the group farewell.

She ran a couple meters until she was sure it was safe to detransform, only doing so when she was safely tucked away in the crevice of an alleyway.

Tikki flopped into her bag, eager for some cookies. Seeing as there was nowhere she had to be for the time being, she took a moment to breathe, resting her head against the cool brick wall behind her. Her back still ached.

Today was a bit of a mess. She and Robin still lacked the synergy to fight well together, and adding Andrena to the mix seemed to make everything even more explosive.

There was the fact that Robin was so dismissive of Chat’s help too. She figured why; his admission that night was pretty direct (don’t think about what happened after, don’t think don’t think don’t think -- yeah she was blushing again) but that didn’t mean it was nice or right of him to brush Chat’s actions off to the side like that.

“Marinette?”

Her head shot up, meeting the poorly disguised concern in Damian Wayne’s eyes. Why he was in this side of Paris, she had no idea, and really, it was inconvenient for him to bump into her while she was doing some deep thinking. Like, did he want her to get distracted and think of something stupid? Probably not, he wasn’t so bad after all, and oh god she hadn’t replied yet.

“Yes.” Well. That wasn’t any less awkward than the silent eye contact. “I mean, yes! Hello!”

Damian snorted, finding humour in her inability to function like a normal human being. Curse her wandering mind! “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the bakery or something?”

“Uhhh… I got turned into a cactus! Yeah, I was a cactus and I guess someone carried me here or something… HAHAHaha...ha...ha.” She scratched the back of her neck, eyes looking everywhere but his face. She couldn’t even look in his direction until she heard him snigger.

“Alright then, do you need help going back to the bakery? It’s a bit of travel on foot, and my brother will be around with the car in a moment.”

Marinette searched his eyes. Satisfied when she found nothing but sincerity, she nodded her head. “Thanks.”

End Notes: I feel like I might’ve missed something while editing this so give me a heads up if there’s something I need to fix. It’s 100% not my best chapter, but I had to get it out and over with. Good news is that this chap ends w promise of future Daminette which is something I’m really excited about!

Also! The Queen Bee problem has been temporarily resolved!!! Sort of. Hurdles up ahead, but hey it’s just how it be I guess Tag List: @just-rant-and-write-fic-idea @kceedraws @mystery-5-5 @2sunchild2 @i-like-fairytail-and-stuff @treebrosha @mooshoon @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @aarushi-03 @ladylb @crazylittlemunchkin @kurogaya913 @ki117h3dr4g0n @xxmadamjinxx @sidefrienda @7-sage-7 @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @felicityroth @tritaledkitsune @constancetruggle @creator-josie @theatreandcomicfreak @northernbluetongue @yin-390 @ayuchan07 @fatimaabbasrizvi @emjrabbitwolf @resignedcatservant

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#daminette #maridami #maribat #robinette #mlb au #mlb fic #mlb corssover #miraculous ladybug x dc #miraculous ladybug x batman #marinette x damian #marinette dupain cheng x damian wayne #course of nature

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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Siren au

Well, this took forever but I was just too focused on the Domme AU. I had some ideas that I am dying to share, though, so let’s do it!

1. Ediltrude makes a ton of luminescent unicellular organisms that make the water in her lake appear sparkly to surprise DuFour. The fairy doesn’t seem to be a big fan of animals but Ediltrude thinks she will appreciate the sight (and those organisms can hardly hurt her) so she goes for it. She doesn’t have to strain that much to create them either since they’re miniature and they don’t take up a lot of life energy to create. And Du Four loves them. They end up sort of dancing in the water amidst the sparkles while they’re singing in sync and it is the best date ever.

2. DuFour brings Ediltrude some glitter because she knows the siren absolutely adores shiny things and Ediltrude loses her mind over the gift. It is so perfect and she just pours all of it on top of herself. DuFour is a bit concerned because she knows how hard glitter is to get off your skin and especially out of your hair but it turns out that it can’t even stick long enough for Ediltrude’s liking. Since she is always in water, the glitter just washes off pretty quickly. So DuFour ends up bringing her more glitter and just watches the siren play with it. They’re just careful not to let it get in Ediltrude’s gills. They had that accident once and neither of them wants to repeat it.

3. Griffin has managed to warm up to candles despite her phobia of fire. She and Valtor had to do a spell involving candles and she almost had a meltdown at the sight of fire. However, Valtor convinced her that candles are harmless as long as you watch them and what you’re doing with them so that you don’t burn yourself or set anything on fire. She wasn’t very sold on that at first but she kind of liked the idea of being able to put them out just by blowing a bit of air at them. It made fire seem a lot less threatening. And she also liked the aesthetic of a candlelit room. Oh, and discovering scented candles was certainly wild.

4. Griselda brought Zarathustra a cactus in the cave. The siren was having a self-loathing episode because Griselda cut herself on one of the spikes on her back the previous time. Griselda showed her the cactus that was in full bloom and explained to her that cacti are also prickly but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t beautiful. They’re very resilient and survive the toughest conditions while still managing to produce beautiful blossoms. She says that a lot of people actually like caring for cacti and that they are one of her favorite plants despite the fact that they don’t really allow to be touched. Zarathustra pricked herself on the cactus on purpose and she did relent that it did hurt but not too much. And Griselda told her that just like with a cactus, she can work around the painful parts and sometimes even through them when necessary.

5. Griselda once brought Zarathustra alcohol and told her that people use it to make themselves feel better and forget about their problems by getting drunk. She said that she does not usually approve of that but if Zarathustra wants to try it, she doesn’t mind keeping her company. Especially since they have no way of knowing what a drunk siren would be like. Zarathustra doesn’t seem to like the taste too much but she still downs the whole glass. Griselda then tells her that people also use it to celebrate. And as far as she’s concerned, they both have something to celebrate - each other’s company. So they might have gotten a little tipsy but they definitely weren’t drunk and Zarathustra was glad that she remembered that because they did have fun.

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eighthchiharu · 4 years

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Stories I’ll Never Write

I saw someone else do this and it was great, so

Fantasy Desert AU: Reylux

About two desert tribes, the Skywalkers and the Palpatines, and a mage from far away.

Kylo and Rey are the fiercest warriors of their respective clans. Traditionally, to keep from tribal war, the strongest warriors settle disputes by combat. They stride into the circle with wooden swords or nothing at all, and fight each other into submission.

It’s the only time they get to touch.

They can't say tell anyone they enjoy each other, because that would anger everyone. After the sun sets, they sneak off to be alone together without the pressure from their grandfathers, but it's hard, and sometimes they almost get caught and have to abort. They go to bed lonely and wistful.

One day, a ship lands at the nearest sea. Rey and Kylo travel there with a few pack animals and a few cousins from both tribes, to retrieve the goods they ordered. They wait on the beach as the ship’s crew unloads the rowboats. Several people in black velvet robes also disembark from the rowboats.

Kylo exchanges an excited glance with Rey. It’s clear those are mages from a foreign land. No-one in the desert would wear such robes, that heavy cloth doesn’t breathe the way it should. Neither of them has ever actually seen a mage, since there's no reason for one to visit their tribes and no one would hire one, since that would upset the delicate feudal balance they have. Perhaps they’ll be treated to a display of magic!

The last mage exits the rowboat. They lift their heads, looking around like tourists as bandits on horseback surge out of the hills, screaming, riding hard toward the sea.

Kylo and Rey both move to guard their people, but the bandits gallop toward the mages. They race to the boat on the beach, scimitars out. The mage with the blackest robes steps in front of the others, throws up his hands — and is beheaded by a bandit.

Kylo gapes. Mages are valuable, and these are clearly unarmed. Rey scowls, and they spur their own horses into action with loud shouts, dashing down to the beach.

The bandits claim another victim, the head of a second mage rolling on the sand, and the two warriors drive their horses to greater speeds. They reach the bandits as one raises his sword to take another life, and Kylo slices that bandit's head from his shoulders. Rey takes another bandit, stabs him and kicks him from his horse.

There's only two bandits left. One of them wheels his horse around and gallops off, and the fourth stabs at the nearest mage. He slices through the robe, and Kylo slams his horse into the bandit's, and Rey cuts the bandit's head off. The two remaining mages collapse on the sand, huddled together. Kylo stands in the saddle.

"He'll bring help. I should go after him. Stay here and help your people."

Rey shakes her head. "My people will claim both mages. Stay. If that sandrat brings any more thieves, we'll kill them as well."

Kylo can't argue with her logic. He wheels his horse around and looks the mages over. Their hoods have fallen back in the fight, and he can see them clearly. One has red hair, like a sun fairy. The other’s hair is

a more natural black. They're both pale, white-pink like cactus flowers, and the one with red hair is holding up the other one. Blood spatters their faces and their robes, and darkens the sand at their feet.

"Please," one says, his accent thick, "help my friend. He's injured. We can pay you —"

"Rey!" Her people call out, one of them glowering. "What are you doing with that Skywalker?"

Rey's jaw tightens. She glances at Kylo, ignoring her relatives to wave at the sailors. "Unload our goods! We'll protect you!"

Kylo dismounts and gathers the dead bandits' horses. The bandit corpses he leaves on the beach. The water will carry them away, and the fish and sea predators will dispose of them. He leads the horses back to Rey, holding out one set of reins. "Here. Take one, I'll take the other."

The red-haired mage makes a distressed sound. "No! Don't separate us, I can heal him, I just need —”

"REY!" It's one of her uncles. He urges his horse closer, glaring at Kylo as he approaches. "You children have been at this too long. No more talking, Have these two mount, and they will return to the oasis with us. Mages are useful. We will each keep one."

Warriors Kylo and Rey might be, but they are not chiefs, nor elders. Rey bows her head. "Yes, Uncle."

Kylo says nothing. Rey's uncle cannot command him, but this is not the time to start an argument. Not when Rey is here, and he can still work with her without her grandfather's evil eye upon them. He assists the mages onto the horses, lashing the black-haired one to the saddle. The red-haired one mounts on his own, his black robes rucking up to show bare legs. Kylo frowns. They'll both burn in an hour. They need to hurry back to their territory.

The redhead speaks up, clutching the reins. “I’m Armitage Hux. That’s Dopheld Mitaka. We need to stay together, please.”

Rey shakes her head, ever so slightly. She cannot disobey.

They take Mitaka and Hux back to the camp. Per Rey’s grandfather, Mitaka is quartered in a tent with one of Rey’s married aunts, who is trained in healing. Kylo’s grandfather orders Hux to stay with Kylo, both for safety and as punishment for Kylo’s willfulness.

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Hux is given a pallet across from Kylo in Kylo’s tent. This sort of life is much the same at the magic college, except washing and changing is done inside the tent. Hux sees much more of Kylo than he ever expected. That, coupled with Kylo’s interest in mages and kindness toward Hux, eases Hux’s fear that he or Mitaka will be ill-used. It’s worse.

They are not used at all.

Mitaka is kept away from Hux, and Hux is not allowed to do anything but sit. He came here for a reason, an important one, but no-one will listen to him, nor even let him speak more than four words. Water, food, and clean, light desert robes are all brought to Kylo’s tent, and Hux can do nothing but accept them.

After several days of this, eating dates and nuts and flat bread and having nothing to do but talk with Kylo when the latter isn’t on duty, Hux offers to show Kylo a bit of magic.

Tactfully, he mentions that he saw how Kylo and Rey looked at each other out there on the beach; they clearly wish to communicate but can’t. Hux offers to show Kylo how to send messages to Rey with his mind, so the two of them may talk without even leaving their respective tents. Hux admits he can’t do it himself very well at all, but Kylo may have better luck.

They sit together, holding hands over a small bowl of water. Hux explains that his is related mostly to water. This sounds useless in a desert, but Hux lives on an island in the middle of the sea, where water is plentiful. He can summon fog, or clouds; with blood, he can change sand or dirt to water; he can influence waves or rain; he can purify liquids; and he can also draw water from anything that holds it. He can also do "simpler" things like telepathy, empathy, and scrying. He can't make others capable of using telepathy, but by holding Kylo's hands, he can guide Kylo through the meditation that may allow him to tap into his own magic.

Much to Hux’s surprise, it works.

It's painful to sit there, to hear Rey’s shocked surprise and warm pleasure. To listen to Kylo and Rey flirt with each other. Hux clutches Kylo’s large, calloused hands, stares into the tiny bowl, and realizes it hurts because he’s fallen in love.

He knows Kylo loves Rey, so he's not going to try to get involved with Kylo. Maybe Kylo would choose Hux if he knew how Hux felt and Rey was okay with it, but Hux doesn't want to rock any boats. He needs to get to the capital, and he needs to make sure Mitaka heals up and can come with for the mission. Getting involved with Kylo — who is practically engaged, Hux can hear every loving word he and Rey say to each other — would be a mistake.

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Two weeks of brief hikes and daily mental conversations with Rey, Hux asks Kylo for help. He’s assisted Kylo and Rey because he wants Kylo to be happy, and because Rey relays news of Mitaka through Kylo. He doesn’t say this to Kylo, his tentmate for a fortnight, but he does meet those clear brown eyes and formally requests assistance. Surprised, Kylo sits across from him on the thick carpets and listens.

Hux tells Kylo what no-one but Mitaka knows: that they crossed the sea to save Kylo’s country and help his king. Hux suspects the bandits were hired to assassinate the mages so they couldn't travel to the capital of the desert country. He and Mitaka need to go.

Kylo has come to respect Hux enough that he doesn’t laugh, but his skepticism is written all over his face. Giving in to his frustration at last, Hux grabs the small bowl, pours their precious water into it, and holds out his hands, palms up. Kylo hesitates, then slides his hands into Hux’s. Hux closes his eyes and opens that memory, the one with the Arch Mage, the planning. When he opens his eyes, Kylo’s face is grim. He pulls his hands away and exits the tent.

They start for the capital that night, Kylo, Rey, Hux, and Mitaka.

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The journey is only a day, but it’s long enough for them to construct their own plan to reach the king. When they get to the capital, they separate. Kylo goes with Hux, and Rey goes with Mitaka, so each mage has a guard. When they're in position inside a shed outside the palace, waiting for the sun to go down, Kylo asks to speak with Rey. Hux agrees, and holds Kylo's big, rough hands. They shut their eyes, and Kylo reaches out to Rey. Their link is so strong now that they can practically see each other, which means Hux can see them, too. The way they look at each other, all that devotion. How they tell each other to be brave, and safe, and that they'll find a way to be together after this, when Hux is gone.

Oh, they don't say that, they're too polite, but he's in their thoughts along with them. He can tell what they mean. Kylo doesn’t need Hux to speak to Rey, not anymore. They’re strong enough on their own. Hux should tell them. But if he does, he’ll never touch Kylo again, and he can’t bear that thought.

When they're done talking — when Rey is done kissing Kylo in her mind’s eye— Hux decides to ditch Kylo. He'll finish the mission on his own, and Kylo will be safe and with Rey, just like he wants.

It isn't hard to slip away when Kylo goes out to check the perimeter. Hux merely waits until he's briefly out of sight, then walks off in the other direction. He can't call down fog or clouds — too obvious in a desert town, too out of place — but he's had plenty of experience making himself unseen. He makes his way through the darkness to the capital building. They'll be glad to have Hux off their hands, they just have to get used to it.

He sneaks into the palace. There are guards, but Hux evades them easily. He knows one of them is rotten, but he can’t strike yet. He doesn't know which one will try to assassinate the king. The scrying told them only that it was tonight, and then their Order dispatched four members to bring word and protect. Now there's only Hux and a barely-healed Mitaka to complete the mission. Hux can’t fail.

He locates the king, still in the audience chamber. The balcony that runs along the top half of it is dark and empty. Hux crouches there and waits, watching. He uses what faint power he has to read the emotions of the guards and the king. So far, there is only boredom or pride or satisfaction. No-one with anxiety or bloodlust or deceit. But it IS today. It will come, and it will be someone trusted...

When the king sends away all but one of his guards, Hux thinks this is it. This is the moment —

"— and especially those desert barbarians," the king says. "Once we sell them to the Naftii and claim their oases, we'll make money like never before!"

His empathy is still active, the King's feelings clear as crystal, and Hux doesn't have one moment of doubt. The King speaks the truth. He will take Kylo's people and dispose of them like garbage, steal their freedom and sell them into servitude to fatten the crown's coffers —

Before he can stop himself, Hux is on his feet, his magic flaring into life, green as the island from which he hails. Bright green, poisonous green, tendrils shoot out, seeking water and latching onto the most plentiful sources, dragging it out of bodies as through cheesecloth.

The screams of the King and the one guard are brief. When Kylo appears on the balcony with Rey and Mitaka in tow, it's too late. The deed is done.

Rey and Kylo stop when they see the King's desiccated corpse. They glance around and see Hux at the balcony railing.

"Hux?" Kylo asks, disbelief echoing.

Hux doesn't answer until he's back on the first floor, the tiles swirling patterns around his feet. His deed can't be tolerated. Surely Rey will strike him down where he stands.

“Oh, Hux.” She shakes her head. "You helped us, but you've done something unforgivable. We won't attack, but neither will we assist. They’ll come for you, you're a fugitive now."

Mitaka is frantic for the truth. Hux is his friend! "No, wait, you can see his thoughts. He had a reason for this, surely. I'll go in with you and you can see for yourselves!"

Rey is doubtful, but Kylo agrees. They grab hands quickly, all four of them, and then Kylo says, upset, "But Hux, what were you THINKING?!"

Their minds are open to each other, and startled, without control, Hux accidentally shows them what he was thinking.

He had to protect their people, but he had to protect Kylo most of all. And since it's telepathy, and because the thought is so strong, they can all feel what Hux was feeling, and they know it's true. All secrets are revealed: the planning, the King’s words, and Hux’s deepest, most shameful secret of all.

Hux is in love with Kylo.

Mitaka drops hands, this wasn't what he thought would happen and he doesn't know what to do. Rey is also partly shocked, partly embarrassed, partly saddened for Hux. Of course someone would fall in love with Kylo, Kylo is wonderful.

Kylo doesn't let go of Hux's hand, though. He holds on tight, even when Hux tries to pull free.

Kylo didn't know Hux felt that way about him. Hux is angry and still embarrassed, and he tries to pull away again, but Kylo just won't let go. He makes Hux listen. Hux cared enough about Kylo to want to save him, even though it meant trouble for Hux. Killing a king is serious, it's going to be difficult to explain to people, but Hux did it anyway — and Kylo won't abandon him.

Hux can't endure that, it's too much for him. Kylo really is perfect, and he's all Rey's, and this is the worst day of his entire life, and he wants to die.

He pulls again, harder, but Kylo still holds on. Kylo glances at Rey, and that's even worse, salt in the wound. She comes closer, and says quietly, unbelievably, "Did you know Kylo enjoys the company of men as well as women?"

Hux doesn’t understand — and then he does. His eyes widen and he moves to flee, but Kylo keeps him there, and says sincerely, "I didn't know you felt that way about me. That... changes everything."

Kylo feels so badly for him, Hux can sense it, and so does Rey and gods Hux can fucking feel them feeling bad, they're so close and they really mean it and — "I can't right now, please, Kylo! I can't! Let's just — Mitaka, fetch their people's leaders, we need them here when we're arrested for regicide. Kylo — later, please?"

They don't have much choice, someone is starting to bang on the door. Kylo reluctantly agrees. They let the guards in after Mitaka escapes, and sure enough, they're all arrested and imprisoned. But with the dawn, not only do Anakin and Palpatine come to the capital, but so does a messenger bird from the Order. Everyone has witnesses regarding the mission and Hux's character, and upon prompting, the surviving queen (by marriage, not an heir) reveals she knew of the king's plans, though she didn’t know how to countermand them, and shows them proof in the king’s own journals.

Hux, Kylo and Rey are all released. The journey back to their territory is quiet, with Anakin and Palpatine glaring at each other. When they reach the oasis, the elders decree that they have been foolish, and the two clans should feud no more. To prove it, they will allow the marriage of their honorable heroes, Rey and Kylo.

Hux wants to die all over again. He's happy for Kylo, but now that Kylo knows Hux's secret, even if Kylo sometimes prefers men, he can't stay. He sends Mitaka to ask the elders for help booking passage home.

The reply he receives is Rey and Kylo coming to him in his own temporary tent, granted by the elders since Hux is not a burden now but a hero.

They come in and sit on the pillows, the carpets warm beneath their feet. They block the only exit. Hux could crawl out under the tent flap, but Kylo takes one hand, and Rey takes the other, and he's trapped.

"No," Hux says.

"Please," Kylo says.

Hux shakes his head once, violently, and looks pleadingly at Rey. "He's yours."

Rey nods. Her hands are as warm as the carpets. "Yes. And he wants me. But I also want him to have whatever he wants. Hux, he wants us both. He wants you."

Hux can't find anything to say. He looks at Kylo, and the expression on Kylo's face is one Hux has only seen when Kylo watched Rey. Now, the same devotion is there, though tinged more with hope than with settled confidence. Kylo isn't sure Hux will accept this, that he will accept Kylo and share him with Rey.

Hux makes up his mind then. His hands tighten on both of theirs, though his eyes meet Kylo's.

He opens his mind and lets them see his answer.

THE END

P.S. It's "yes", and the three of them live happily ever after, and Anakin and Sheev can go suck eggs.

#reylux #kylo ren #armitage hux #rey palpatine #kylux #reylo #my writing

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Rambling thoughts for Little Graduation/Prickly Pair

My heart can’t even handle it, you guys. I just... I can’t. *cries forever* Thoughts behind the jump for spoilers/length, and please feel free to yell at me or reblog with your own thoughts!

Steven is singing along to an old Sadie Killer song because it’s old and familiar

Really the only time we’ve seen him sing this season

Because his feelings are too muddled up and painful to dare put to song

So he sticks to others’ music instead, safer that way

OMG he adds a little “Hey” to “Teens by day” so cute

OMG he does a falsetto part to the first Sadie Killer and Suspects and then a goofy as FUCK deep voice for the second Sadie Killer and the Suspects

I just… Zach Callison’s voice work this season has been so good and it sounds like he’s having such a good time at the silly parts and he’s been so emotional on the rough parts, if he doesn’t get recognized for his work on the show by the end it’ll be criminal

This is gonna be the last time we really see Steven happy for a long time, isn’t it? And it’s so sad because it such a joy to see him that way again for a second, no eye bags, no stress. My heart.

Aww Sadie got a neck too!

YEAH STEVEN REALLY DID DIAMOND EYES FROM EXCITEMENT, not stars!!!

I’m sad for Lars and Sadie that their growth took them different places but I’m so proud of them too!!!

“Don’t you wanna try something new?”

“Well, hm.”

“Except for me! I’ll still be… right here.”

Steven is losing control of his floating powers. Tried to be cool guy floating around with his friends and failed. This is really concerning. The last time he couldn’t float well was way back in season 4. Stevennnnnnn….

Shep DOES seem so cool!

Look at Rebecca Sugar, they truly just be out there like “last season, what are they gonna do to me if I put non-binary humans in the show, that’s right, they won’t do jack SHIT” bwahaha

And it’s lovely that it’s just no biggie

Steven your ship didn’t sail, I’m sorry but you can’t write AUs for real people

Lars is more worried about the cake than about his ex

“Are YOU okay?”

Finally someone is asking and of course Steven is like”what? My problems are visible externally? WHAT problems???”

“Everyone but me…”

Buck got into medical school??? Holy shit, so he was in college before? Dang. Also his bedside manner will be soooooo weird and cool

Actually I can see him as one of the weird internal medicine doctors who’s super smart so you want them on your case but he only says the occasional weird thing like “your gallbladder is an illusion” or “your hormones are like, totally out of sync. Lemme fix that” or wow, I don’t even know, I may have to write a drabble of an intern just being wowed by how weird he is

Classic Steven would definitely buy a jacket for his phone

Awww Sadie you should have told him 😭😭😭

Lars watching Steven slow motion self-destruct like “oh god is this how I was”

“Ah, well… you should have asked me, I’m-I’m really good at naming bands…”

Jesus Christ Steven that sound was my heart breaking for you

What the fuck is Shep’s instrument? Anyone know?

Okay this is actually a really good graduation song and while Sadie Killer is still awesome I love that Sadie can also tap into more personal emotions for her work now, she’s just so good!

I know how Lars feels, sometimes those big events are just overwhelming

I love his leather jacket!

So uhhhh maybe Steven doesn’t control Diamond Mode as well as we had thought given the last few episodes

It’s really fascinating because it’s clear in the animation and voice work Steven’s struggling with so many feelings right now

He’s scared Lars and the others are slipping away

He’s ashamed he feels so aimless beside them

He’s angry that Lars isn’t listening and is going to leave him

He’s sad that everyone’s changing

The way Steven yells at Lars to stop is just so fucking desperate, his shaking fist, holy shit kid you do not do goodbyes well do you

Aaaaaaand that’s new. What the hell is it??? We’ve never seen this from any other gem or Diamond before. DAMMIT STEVEN THIS IS NOT HEALTHY

It shredded the stage and the banner 😭

Digging that scary as fuck musical motif

It has the Diamond mode machine noise in the background — that flickering humming power sound

Seriously Steven!!! How the hell would Lars’ feelings— so much denial

“When did this happen, I didn’t see any of this!”

I love that he touched on this, like of course people don’t have to live their private lives in front of you, dingbat! But so much of his life has been lived with the Gems who did display all their trauma and problems that he can’t help but feel he’s entitled to see how things work out

It’s also concerning because it suggests he is having some trouble viewing people as independent to him, as having their own agency

WHITE DIAMOND ANYONE

I love that Lars is so excited to be back in space with his friends!!

Oh man the way everyone stares at Steven like “bro, clearly you are the only magical pink person in the room”

Some really gorgeous frames of Steven’s face here, wish Apple TV let you cap them 😢

“I can’t help it if my dumb heart misses you guys” I’m CRYING FOREVER

AMAZING use of “squash and stretch” Disney animation theory here hahahaha

Lars and Steven hug gives me so much life waaaaaah

I still can’t get over how grownup that boy looks behind the wheel. I love his hand tapping on the wheel.

So pensive. Poor Steven.

And now Prickly Pair, if you thought your heart hurt before well lemme tell you what!

How much time has passed since Snow Day?

Dammit, I predicted in one of my fics that Steven would feel weird about gardening magically and want to do it all the old-fashioned way…

But I haven’t finished it, alas. And Steven is doing much better emotionally by that point in MY story thank you hahahaha

Also it’s Connverse and adorable

Okay really should work on it

Well, okay, Connie is a cute smart blue flower so at least Steven’s still thinking of her? I really wish she had been here but I guess she’s gonna have to save Steven from himself soon enough.

I’m now kind of uneasy about the idea of them dating… I really wanted them to get together but Steven isn’t healthy right now. He’s really messed up and kind of worse than I was even thinking with all my angsting. If they try to get together now Steven might be weird and controlling and secretive and that is not the Connverse I want! Maybe we’ll get something cute and sweet after Steven starts recovering and getting mentally healthier?

Because not to say you can’t be in a relationship and be mentally ill… but the low point of your illness is NOT a time to START a relationship, and if they’d really been dating this whole time I have to imagine we’d have heard about it. So my guess would be not dating, Steven was too busy to hang out a lot of the time, but still friends.

Dammit I really wanted cute date episodes and the big dance from Chille Tid 😭

DON’T NAME YOUR PLANTS AFTER PEOPLE

Garnet tried to warn him… I wonder how the cactus acted in other timelines.

Does Zach voice the cactus too?

Yep: confirmed, Zach is a cactus.

FINALLY we’re in Steven’s head and it’s an uncomfortable place to be

“I used to be helpful, but the Gems don’t need me anymore! Why do I need to be needed? Stevennnn, pull it together!!!”

And again with the head clutching and yeah it really seems like White’s pulling a Steven in the intro doesn’t it???

Oh god I assumed the cactus was going to be a monster because of repressed feelings manifesting in Steven’s spit but it’s so much more painful that it repeats after him and THAT’s what makes it upset waaaaaaah

Cactus Steven screaming why do I need to be needed!!!

The Gems are finally asking the right questions but Steven is so paranoid he can’t help but view them in the worst way

Steven venting about the gems hurts but he DID have to deal with them at their worst

Oh no, he went diamond mode on Cactus Steven!

The powering up noise diamond mode makes is so ominous, I love it

I can’t believe Steven didn’t almost lose an eye from his own shield right then and there

“Those are my real private thoughts! I can’t let them hear!”

Noooo his house!

Nooooo Steven the Gems can take listening to you a lot better than a magical cactus could, you’ve GOT to talk to someone or this will get SO. MUCH. WOrse.

Yeah. It’s gonna get so much worse. ;_;

#steven universe future #suf #steven universe future spoilers #suf spoilers #steven universe spoilers #steven universe #my fucking heart

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Best Original Screenplay 2019

Winner:

Portrait of a Lady on Fire by Céline Sciamma

- Anger always comes to the fore. - Definitely with you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. - You haven’t hurt me. - I have, I can tell. When you’re moved you do this with your hand. - Really? - Yes. And when you’re embarrassed, you bite your lips. And when you’re annoyed, you don’t blink. - You know it all. - Forgive me I’d hate to be in your place. - We’re in the same place. Exactly the same place. Come here. Step closer. Look. If you look at me, what do I look at? When you don’t know what to say you touch your forehead. When you lose control you raise your eyebrows. And when you’re troubled, you breathe through your mouth.

Nominees:

Dogman by Ugi Chiti, Matteo Garrone, and Massimo Gaudioso

I’m telling you we know everything. You’re a known associate of his. Do you think we’re stupid? He forced you to didn’t he? We know he annoys the shit out of everyone in the area. Who knows what the fuck he promised you? But whatever it was he won’t keep his word. He’s a piece of shit and he set you up. He broke the lock of your shop and he locked the door after him. You know why? To take all the loot and get you off his ass. Sign here and you can go home. We can get you a suspended sentence if you collaborate. Just sign here and we can put him in jail so everyone can lie in peace. I’m giving you a chance. Home...or jail. There’s no need to be scared. We’ll look after you. You’ve got a small daughter. She’ll go without a father if you don’t give him up. Would you rather go to jail in his place? What the fuck are you thinking?

Honey Boy by Shia LaBeouf

-What are your S.U.D.S. now? - I don’t fucking know! I’m not a fucking number! It hurts! What is the fucking point of putting a number to it? - So we can chart progress. - For fucking who?! If this works, I’ll know won’t I? 80 - Let’s bring it down. - Oh my god. Cactus. Window. Notebook. Carpet. - One more. - You’re a ridiculous person you know that? You think you’re smart because you got me to act for you? I’ve doing this shit my whole life for a living. Wouldn’t I know if it works? You’re ruining my entire fucking life. How am I supposed to have therapy with my probation officer?? - Name one more thing. - You The only thing my father gave me that was of any value to me, is pain. And you want to take that away? - Can I?

Pain and Glory by Pedro Almodóvar

Those journeys, the only reason for which was to escape from Madrid, to escape from heroin, became my best school. On those journeys I found inspiration for the stories I would tell years later and the colors that would illuminate them. But we couldn’t spend our lives traveling. Sooner or later we had to go back to Madrid. And Madrid was a dead-end street, a minefield. I was desperate I didn’t know what to do except repeat myself. We both repeated ourselves for three long years. I believed that the strength of my love would overcome his addiction. But it wasn’t so. Love isn’t enough. Love may move mountains but it isn’t enough to save the person you love.

Parasite by Bong Joon-jo and Han Jin-won

- I sit behind him every day so I know the smell. - Like poor people smell? - No. It’s not that strong. It’s more like a subtle aroma that seeps into the air... - Like old people smell? - No, no. How shoud I put it-maybe the smell of an old radish pickle? Or that smell when you’re washing a dirty rag? I mean I like his driving, and the man never crosses the line. Sometimes he teeters very close, but he never actually crosses it. That’s all great. But that smell. It definitely cross the line. It just creeps into the backseat and surrounds you. It’s hard to explain. I smell it when I ride the subway sometimes.

Waves by Trey Edward Shults

- When I was little I wanted to be a vet. That was one of the things that I wanted to be, which I still really care about. - Would you then want to like, work at a zoo or something? - Well if...yeah I mean I like emergency vet clinics...like that always excited me just because I felt like if I can help this animal in its moment of intense need...

#awards 2019 #portrait of a lady on fire #dogman #honey boy #pain and glory #parasite #waves

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character-scrolls · 4 years

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Miscellaneous Headcanons: Jinx - TSM (Soften Edition)

Enjoy some cute headcanons of some of my Jinx beans <3

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - No doubt about it, Jinx would have a book review channel and it would be as cute as heck.

- An incredibly fluffy and sweet vibe, she'd have a large bookcase in her background with cute fairy lights draped over it, maybe some miniture cactus plants sat on some of the shelves.

- Probably uses some soft music box as the background music or something that relates to the book she's reviewing that week.

- Jinx would mostly be a solo reviewer but she might occasionally bring on someone for a collab

- She has gotten some god awful book suggestions, some she does reviews and some she'll outright refuse to do

- Her channel would probably be something like Bookworm or The BookWorm

- One of her videos showcases a mini tour of all the books she's gotten over the years, she's slowly running out of floor space.

What kinda blog would they run? - PASTEL.COLOURS.FOR.DAAAAYS.

- Jinx's blog is dedicated to all things literature from fiction to non-fiction

- She could talk for hours and hours about her favourite authors and the books she's read that week

- Jinx takes photos of her reading space which is normally a comfy chair with a little side table with her current book and a cup of fancy tea steaming next to it and her reading glasses resting on top of her book.

- Though in reality it probably ends up with her sitting up in bed until god knows what time whilst spouting the false promise of 'yes this is the last chapter I'm going to read I swear' wheather that's a book or a really good fanfiction on her ipad that's upto you.

- Jinx's posting shedule would be at least twice a week, depending

- Would for sure have a side blog for fanfiction

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Jinx would be a cute little ghostie for Halloween

- She's not one for being scary so cute is the next best thing

- Jinx would do her best to hand make the costume, it wouldn't be the neatest but hey ghost aren't meant to be

- The costume consists of a white robe with oversized sleeves covering her hands with a lacy hood over the top and short chains would be attached around her ankles

Who would they cosplay as?

- Jinx would for sure cosplay someone like Yuna from Final Fantasy X or Howl from Howls Moving Castle

- She would try and get a high quality costume, trying to get the most accurate looking one

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - A gooey chocolate chip cookie, because she's a soft that is all

What type of tea would they be? -A cinnamon blend tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - A sweet red wine

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - For sure, a spellcaster deck probably based around the Silent Magician

- Not just for the obvious reason...also by how it's played

- Not seeing her with any other type

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Possibly Fairy? I'm not entirely sure because they're a number of pokemon I see her having in her team, I have considered like psychic for another option?

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

- Maybe a sheep? a cute little purple sheep

- Has the cutest cottage aesthetic going on

- Will gift you many, many, many books

Aesthetic: leather bound books, ink stained parchment, burning candle light, dark blues, pastel pinks and purples, empty potion vials, soft touches, sweet smelling purfumes, crytals, the glittering particles of magic, grubby bandages

Extra headcanon:

- The fiction she read throughout her years helped her discover her bisexuality, she had read so many books with different heros and their romantic endevours that it had a profound a effect on her. At first she didn't understand why she liked boys but also girls??? fiction helped her to finally understand that it was perfectly normal to feel like this.

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Ruben - Jinx: TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - This boy. THIS BOY. His channel would be a disaster , but a wonderful one..he's trying

- Ruben would do a lot of dumb but harmless challenges, but it would radiate pure chaotic energy

- He's a gremlin with too much time on their hands lets be real here

- Ruben would do a lot of collabs, which are even more diasterous than his solo videos depending which poor soul he asked

- he edits like it's going out of fashion, jumpcuts galore and dumbass sounds effects for days.

- He has a sizable following

- He would for sure drag his boyfriend in for a video...for a price

What kinda blog would they run? - Like this Youtube channel, it's chaotic but is slightly more structured

- Being a avid comic reader, his blog is centred around comic books

- Will have full-on arguements with other people about which character is strongest/best/weakest etc

- "Now you listen here you litle shit, YOU DON'T-"

- His blog is fairly simple in terms of colour scheme, possibly using themes available to him

- Has an inconsistant posting shedule

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Probably a skeleton, surprisingly good at face painting

- He'd use face/body paint for his neck area and hands

- Contacts maybe?

Who would they cosplay as?

- Would for sure cosplay as Beast Boy from Teen Titans, feel like that would be the type of character he'd go for

- Maybe with full-on body paint too?

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - Ruben would be like one of those giant biscuits with the chunks of m&ms baked into it

What type of tea would they be? - Iced lemon tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - Apple Cider

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? -Elemental Hero deck maybe?

- His love of super heros would play a part in why he chose it

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Possibly flying?

- Has for sure named one of his pokemon Jeremy

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

-Possibly a squrriel

-Has a mis-matched house because who hell is interior decorating

Aesthetic: Fireworks lighting up the nights sky, scrapped knees, wide grins,bare feet,messy hair constantly running fingers through it,dark greens, off white,loud laughter, dumb jokes.

Extra headcanon:

- Ruben is known for being the town menace, however, when he was younger especially, the elder folk would leave out baked goodies for him to pick up during his escapes. Sometimes they'd even let him hide out near their house if it was safe enough to do so. Now that he's older, they don't let him get away so much anymore but will occasionally leave out a place of treats.

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Lamina - Jinx: TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - Lamina's channel would be dedicated to fitness and her vast collection of swords

- She'll do exercise challenges and inbetween she'd show off her latest custom order swords

- Lamina has an intense energy on screen but will give legitmate advice on health and exercise

- She'll only really soften up if she talks about her girlfriend or her swords, getting equally giddy over both

- Her shedule is regular and she has quite a big following

- Swords will always be present in her backgrounds

What kinda blog would they run? - Her blog would focus on her swords and she'd go into detail about their history and origin

- She takes beautiful pictures of them from every angle imaginable

- Lighting is everything, it's gotta hit the blade juuust right

- She poses them with occassionally, doesn't admit it but she enjoys it

- Her colour scheme would be muted and her theme would be minimal

- Lamina tends to post whenever she has a new sword delievered

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Lamina is not usually one to get dressed up, would probably take some persausion

- She'd want it to be low effect, nothing too complicated

- If she had to pick, possibly an apocolyptic survior, no it's not an excuse to show off her cool swords shUT Up

Who would they cosplay as?

- Possibly Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail

-Because did I mention swords? because she likes s

-Not sure which armor she'd go for

-Possibly would commission someone to make it

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - A simple shortbread biscuit

What type of tea would they be? - Green macha tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - Straight whisky

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - Warrior deck or Amazoness deck?

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Fighting type, feel like it fits her

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

- Wolf possibly? or a bear

- Home filled with work-out equipment

- Grumpy personality?

Aesthetic: Early mornings, sore knuckles, stern looks, hidden softness, sword clashes, the smell of burning, loyal bonds, dark purples and blues,brusied skin and busted lips, quiet nights beneath the stars.

Extra headcanon:

- (tiny spoilers??) After Solus left most of her men dead, Lamina felt geniuely hurt. Her loyalty and trust in Solus was strong. She wouldn't admit but she did shed a few tears when she was alone before completely shutting herself off from her remaining men. They weren't like him, in fact, they were among the ones who mocked her and they only trusted her out of fear. She felt she'd lost her only real connection. Thankfully, she was able to open up again and she couldn't be happier. -------------------------------------------

Katia-Jinx:TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - Katia would have a fashion channel, she'd showcase the unsual dresses she'd buy and possibly make

- There's always a WIP of a dress on a manniquien in the background of her videos

- She'll sometimes do time lapses of dress

- Katia will occasionally post tutorials on the dresses she makes and leaves materials and such in the description

- She'd talk about the best materials to use to sew with

- Her sewing machine is covered in cute stickers and has become staple in her background

- She keeps a list of themes to explore in a notebook

- Her following is large but not overwhelming

What kinda blog would they run? - A fashion blog

- She'd post lookbooks each with a different theme

- Her colour scheme would be soft galaxy, maybe blue and purple

- Katia loves to talk about the history of fashion and tries to re-create the clothing from different points in history

- Her blog is clean and orginaised to a T. Everything is put into categories

- Katia posts weekly and does at least one lookbook per week

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Katia would be a wailing victorian bride

- With her skills in dress making her costume would be sublime

- She'd go ham on her costume, adding every single detail she can think of to make it look better

- Kinda erie how accurate it would be

Who would they cosplay as? - BOTW!Zelda or Twlight Princess!Zelda

- Again, costume making is her jam! the entire thing would be made from scratch minus a few things like the wig

- She loves the outfits Zelda wears in the games and would study the hell out of them to get the design right

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - Simple lemon biscuit

What type of tea would they be? - Earl Grey

What type of alcohol would they be? - Vodka

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - Harpy Lady deck

- She just thinks they're neat

- And she enjoys the play style

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Ghost type

What Animal Crossing animal would they be? - Rabbit

- Her house would be cosy and hidden away within the trees

- Shy personality type

Aesthetic: Silver necklaces, heavy veils, masquerade masks, silk dresses, corset ties, anxious thoughts, strained smiles, secret encounters, fights for freedom, golds, silver, sparkling jewels, touch starved.

Extra headcanon:

- Katia was not always an anxious mess, that only occurred later in life due to the pressure her parents placed on her. As a child, she was playful and witty, she was rebellous and would always find ways to esape her escorting guards. These days the only way she can 'escape' are when she's in her own quaters.

#soft headcanons #headcanon #ocs #fantasy #mage #dark elf #drow

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