#she gonna be the one to tell PK

[hallow-nest]

thinking about pk and radi. these two bitches are two examples of how people act when they’re desperate.

radi realised she was in danger of being forgotten and potentially deleted from existence since most of the moths had forgotten her. so she lashed out in an attempt to be remembered.

pk realised Oh Shit I Just Invoked A Goddess’s Wrath and was put in a situation where he was doomed to lose his kingdom. while usually people don’t super go and have hundreds of kids to prevent the sun from destroying their kingdom, he also didn’t really have much of a choice. he thought void creatures were completely empty and without mind or will—even if we know they aren’t, even the kingsmould—so obviously they would be the only thing that could contain the radiance. but to contain something, you need to put it inside something, which.. the kingsmoulds aren’t exactly a good way to contain it, considering it’s all just exposed void with some armor thrown on. pk had a solution and was desperate to save his kingdom.

#the ENTIRE FUCKING PLOT is driven by their desperation to save themselves #and then like a good portion of the fandom goes on to characterise them as one dimensional beings #who just kinda murder for no reason #yes!!!! they’re both fucked up and did bad things!!!! #but they never did it for no reason #pk isn’t perfect #(cough cough unn cough cough) #and neither is radi #but they’re also not entirely evil #hk #hk radi #hk pk #hollow knight #not. gonna go and add the specific character tags beyond those. #also i better not see higher beings hate in the notes #and if anyone’s reading this please tell me if there’s unn lore beyond ‘she had a dream #and made moss people and now the moss people wanna go back into her head and oh yeah the monarchy stole like half her land #’ forgor the quote after oops #anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk i’m normal

[13uswntimagines]

The Come Down (Alessia Russo X MMA fighter!R)

R is a very popular MMA fighter, and Alessia sees the parts of you that other people don't. Shes the one who gets to put you back together again after a tough fight.

Warnings: D/S undertones but no smut.

Author's note: This was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy it. Feel free to hit me up with ideas and comments and stuff.

You sighed, leaning your head against the stone walls of the Emirates tunnel, letting it soothe the twinges that always lingered after a long flight.

It was masochistic, but the ache that lingered the day after a war in the Octagon was always one of your favorite feelings, especially if you won. It helped you to compartmentalize the parts of yourself. It helped you separate the completely in-control fighter, the stone-cold monster that didn’t give a fuck about her opponents, and the human that lingered underneath. 

It was hard to punch a man until he was unconscious if you thought about how human he was. If you pictured his family and his life as anything other than an opponent for you to run through. But you never wanted that part of yourself to exist anywhere other than in the cage. 

The throb in your muscles and ache in your cuts helped you lock that part of yourself away. It helped you keep your grip on reality in all of the post-fight hormones until you could get to the grounding force that was your girlfriend. 

The post-fight come-down was always difficult for you, especially after a 5 round back and forth battle like the one you had just fought. 

You loved your job, you really did, but it was so easy to… lose yourself. To get lost in the anger of the UFC universe and the vitriol of your opponents. To get lost in the cycle of Training, listening to a man tell you he was going to destroy you at press conferences, cutting weight and beating the ever-living fuck out of someone while people cheered. 

Just being in the same building as Alessia had set you at ease, and watching her score 2 against Chelsea was even better. 

But the sound of the crowd had started to set you on edge. The way they erupted when your face, black eye, stitched gash on your cheek curving up to your forehead and all, appeared on the Jumbotron after your girlfriend’s PK had you clenching your teeth. It egged on the thoughts of murdering the keeper that had taken her out swirling in your brain, along with the desire to demolish the player who had so callously stepped on her teammate after a play. 

It was why you escaped to the tunnel, to gain some form of control over your thoughts. 

Maybe flying out as soon as you had been cleared by the medics wasn’t such a good idea, but you couldn’t stand being away from Alessia any longer than you had to be. You couldn’t stand being away from the comfort, love, and… safety she offered you. 

God, you sounded like a psycho. 

Or a submissive nearing the end of her rope.

6 weeks apart from your girlfriend was really doing a number on you. 

“Ay bruiser, fancy meeting you here,” Katie said, appearing in front of you with a wide smile. 

You flashed a toothy grin at the Irishwoman, ignoring the way it pulled at the stitches holding your cheek together. “Maccabe, always a pleasure,” 

She caught your arm. “That was one hell of a fight. Thought Less was gonna break my hand during the third round,”

You grimaced. 

The third round was the only one your opponent won. He had caught you with a big overhand right, opening the gash on your cheek and knocking you on your ass in the last 15 seconds of the round. The knees he had followed it up with to your side hadn’t been fun either. He had almost finished you, and you knew it had to be hard for the team and your girlfriend to watch. 

“My hand dipped when I tried to close the distance,”

It really was a game of inches, and he had certainly taken advantage of your small mistake. It was ok, you had gotten him in the end anyway. 

Katie made a sound of agreement, glancing at the tunnel behind you. “Certainly made us all nervous, but I’m happy you took his head off, even if it took you until the last 30 seconds of the fight,” 

She made a little kicking movement with her leg like a semi-recreation of the head kick you had used to end the fight. 

“Didn’t want to rush it,” You shrugged, nodding to the Arsenal girls as they passed you, unable to help the way you automatically searched each face for your girlfriend. 

“Ya missus is still signing for a couple of kids,” She gestured over her shoulder, a knowing smile still playing at her lips. “I can take you to her if you want?”

You shook your head. “I’ll wait here. I’m in no hurry,” 

You also didn’t think you could deal with the sounds of the crowd when your head was still pounding, a consequence of taking a flight with a concussion against doctor's orders you supposed, and you ached every time you took a step, every time you inhaled too deeply really. 

Katie’s eyes softened when she saw the emotions flit across your features. “Come on, let's go to the locker room instead. It’s away from prying eyes,”

She tugged your hand. You let her lead you deeper into the tunnel and into a room filled with wooden cubbies. 

It was nice to let your brain turn off, to just… follow along and allow someone else to lead you. 

“Hey champ,” Leah smiled at you as Katie deposited you in what you assumed was Alessia’s locker. “That was one hell of a fight last night,”

“Thanks,” You winked at the defender. “You guys had a fantastic game too,” 

“I’m not sure a football match compares to a man trying to punch you in the face,” Steph said, glancing at you from her spot near Lottie. 

You made a low sound in the back of your throat, feeling the tightness return to your chest. “But I don’t have people stepping on me after the bell,” 

“But you do end up covered in blood,” Kyra chirped. “We don’t have to worry about that usually,” 

“Most of the time it’s not mine,” You muttered, leaning further into your girlfriend's locker. Her perfume lingered in the cubby, and you let it soothe the frayed edges of your nerves.

You didn’t want to think about fighting. About the person. The savage. you were in the octagon. You toyed with the hem of your sweatshirt sleeve. It was slightly too long because it really belonged to Alessia. She had given it to you before fight week. 

It helped, but it wasn’t her. 

It hadn’t been enough after the fight, and it wasn’t enough now. 

You didn’t think you could wait much longer, but you didn’t have to. 

“The stadium is buzzin,” Alessia said slightly breathlessly, stepping through the locker room door. 

You were immediately on your feet, taking in her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Less,” 

A grin instantly broke across her face, and she crossed the room in 3 long strides. Her arms wrapped around you, and without thinking you buried your face in her chest. 

It made the gash on your cheek sting and the tender skin of your jaw ache, but you didn’t care, pressing yourself as tightly to her as you could. She shifted, her nails running over your back with one hand as the other cupped the back of your neck. 

It was gentle, and grounding, and everything that you craved. 

“Hey baby girl,” She breathed into your hair, her voice dipping just a little and sending a shudder down your spine. 

She was like a ray of sunshine, always warm and sweet. It was why none of the fans would ever speculate about the positions that the two of you held in your relationship. They joked that she was too soft to be a dominant, but the people who understood how your relationship worked could see that her mix of firmness and warmth was exactly what you needed. 

She waited for you to pull away first, just enough to meet her eyes. “Hey,”

She leaned in and placed a careful kiss on your lips. “I’ll shower and then we can go, yeah?”

You deflated, your fingers tangling more tightly in her jersey. You didn’t want to let her go, even if it was just for a second. 

“You can come with me,” She said, a knowing look in her eyes. “And tell me all about fight week,” 

“Ok,” You agreed, only loosening your grip long enough for her to grab her shower bag and change of clothes, before you latched back on, holding the hem of her jersey tightly as she led you towards the showers. 

You felt a bit like a child, clinging to her, but she was like a buoy keeping you from drowning in the sea of your rocky emotions, and now that she was close to you, you couldn’t let her go. You were afraid that if you did, you would lose your grip on reality. 

The warm, wet air of the shower helped too. 

It reminded you of your post-fight routine. 

Win or lose you would stand under the hot steam of the stadium, washing off the blood and sweat from the octagon until your coaches pulled you out. It was part of the routine that you had skipped since the docs wanted to stitch your cheek as soon as you were out of eyeshot of the fans. 

Then you had felt so… off balance that you raced through a cold shower and hopped on a plane to get to your girlfriend as quickly as possible. You didn’t even stay for the post-fight press conference. 

“Come on love,” She said, pulling you into one of the stalls, sliding the first curtain shut behind the two of you, and bringing her face inches from yours. 

Her hand very gently cupped your cheek, mindful of the dark bruises that littered the skin, tilting your chin up. Her eyes searched you for a long moment like she was reading your mind. Like she was deciding what you needed from her. 

Her pointer finger very gently followed the long cut that ran under your left cheek, up to your temple, and just above your eyebrow. “I thought they usually put a bandage over stitches,”

Your eyes darted away from her. “I didn’t like the way it pulled at my skin,”

“I think you’d like it less if you got an infection,” She deadpanned, using her thumb to tilt your chin up further as she stepped into your space. “You wouldn’t be able to fight,” 

“But the scar would be worth it,” You shrugged, using all of your strength to muster up fake nonchalance. 

Her lip quirked upward. “Would it?”

You let your own smile morph into a playful smirk, despite the tremendous effort it took. “Chicks dig girls with scars,” 

“I think you’ve got enough of those, cheeky,” She hummed, leaning in and brushing the thick line that lived on the underside of your jaw with her nose. “I like it more when you come out without a scratch on you or a hair out of place,” 

You hummed, leaning back on the stall wall as her lips replaced her nose on your jaw, her teeth grazing the delicate skin as she made her way down the column of your throat and back up. 

Her hips pressed into yours, keeping you pinned to the wall, her thumbs insistent under your chin, keeping your head tilted up as her tongue slid pleasantly against your own. 

You sighed into the kiss, your fingers twisting into the material of her jersey, trying to pull her closer. 

Her thigh flexed between your legs, pressing into you, and you couldn’t help the way your hips rolled down to meet her. 

Or the wince that broke the kiss when the 

movement pulled uncomfortably at your ribs. 

“Babe?” 

You whined as she pulled away, blinking open to meet her burning blue eyes. 

“I’m ok,” You said breathlessly, trying to lean back up to kiss her. 

Her hand on your chest stopped you, as did the perfect arch of her eyebrow that screamed yeah right. 

Her fingers traced down your chest to the hem of your shirt. They crept under your top, meeting the tape wrapped heavily across your abdomen instead of smooth skin. 

Her eyes widened when she pulled up your sweatshirt, revealing the thick white bandages wrapped tightly across your stomach. 

“Want to try again love?” She asked, finally looking up at you with an expression that had a shiver tingling down your spine. 

“Just two cracked ribs and some nasty bruises,” You huffed, shifting uncomfortably when her fingers grazed the material. 

“Just,” She snorted, shaking her head, dropping your shirt, and standing up to her full height. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?” 

You shrugged. “I didn’t want you to worry. The stitches were already enough,” 

“I’d rather know and worry than accidentally hurt you,” Alessia said seriously. 

You looked away from her, swallowing hard. “And I knew you wouldn’t touch me at all if I told you,” 

“Baby girl,” She murmured, her voice going very soft, her thumb very gently ghosting over your uninjured cheek. 

She knew that the come down from fights was always particularly difficult for you. That the power that you held in the octagon always made you crave submission. You craved to not have to think, to just exist, and then to let your being relax in the aftercare that followed. 

This time the desire was amplified by the brutality of the fight. 

She could see you teetering on the edge, fighting the fog that always filled your brain, and while she wanted to scold you for withholding information, she knew that that wasn’t what you needed from her. 

Not when you were already dropping so hard. 

“Ok,” She said, keeping her voice soft as you leaned further into her touch. “I’m going to shower, and you’re going to be a good girl and stay right here for me, alright?”

You made a low noise in the back of your throat, and your eyes slid closed as you nodded very slowly. 

“Good girl,” She hummed, placing a very gentle kiss on your lips, and pulling away. “I’ll be two minutes love,”

You sagged against the shower stall wall. 

You could do that. You could wait 120 seconds for your girlfriend. 

You could and would do whatever she asked you to do because you knew it would help. You knew she would fit all of your loose pieces back together again and make it ok. 

You just had to exist.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #the come down universe

[charlesf1leclerc]

KUWTL

Summary- a night in the life of the leclercs 

Warnings- cuteness, badly translated French, talks of bathing kids, poorly edited ( like not re read so if you see some really bad mistake please tell me )

Notes - Inds- Indy’s nickname, Lily- Sicilys nickname

It was currently 5:30 on a Saturday evening and it was time to start the Leclerc family house good night routine. You and Charles had a system a system that works as sometimes it could get a bit challenging with two little girls 6 and 2 especially they were both in polar opposite stages of their life’s but vogue just as crazy in their own way.

Both girls were sat on the couch watching cartoons to entertain them. Charles was on the dinning room table looking through that notebook of his were he writes all his racing notes, you weren’t 100% sure but you loved how committed he was to his work. You were in the kitchen getting dinner ready for your family tonight spaghetti bolognese and of course you were the one cooking as well all knew Charles could not cook for the life of him. As you were chopping up the carrots for the sauce Charles got up from the table 

and can over and kissed you on the lips. 

“ I’m gonna get the girls in the bath “ He spoke rubbing your back.

“Thank you, good luck” I laughed as he walked over to the couch we’re the girls were sat

“ ok my angles time for a bubble bath”

“No papa show not done” Sicily spoke in her cute toddler voice

“ I know but do you know how fun it’s gonna be in the bath, with bubbles and we could even get some of those bath time markers out” he kneeled down beside the couch rubbing her chubby little cheeks

“ sounds good to me” Sicily smiled jumping down from the couch

“ Ind’s you too come on Cherie “ 

“ 5 more minutessss”

“ how about I pause it and we come back and watch it again later”

“ if I must” she spoke getting off the couch as well following her sister as they both toddled us the stairs. This girls were getting far to sassy for your liking.

The girls were now currently splashing in the bath with the bubbles flying around. The bath titles were covered in doodles from the bath markers you and Charles had brought in order to keep them both occupied during bath time. Charles was shampooing both of their hair and rinsing it off with a little cup filled with water.

“ look papa flower” Sicily pointed to her drawing on the tiles that looked like a blob.

“Wow that’s very beautiful” he spoke leaning on the bathtub and stroking her freshly washed hair.

“That’s not a flower, this is” Indy spoke to her as she draw a flower on the tiled wall.

“ their both beautiful flowers girls , all flowers are different” Charles didn’t want either of the girls to get upset. 

“ ok time to get out loves dinner is basically ready I can smell it up here” 

Charles had gotten both girls out of the bath and wrapped up in their little towels. 

“ Indy why don’t you go get into your pjs and wait in your room I’ll be in once I’ve gotten Lily dressed” 

Charles had picked out the cute little pks and gotten the youngest daughter dressed and her hair brushed out knot free ready for bed. 

“ ok Lily go down stairs and keep mummy company while I check on your sister” he encouraged as she ran down the stairs excited to see her mum and to eat of course that girl loved food.

Walking into the oldest daughters room seeing her all dressed in her pj’s Charles grabbed the brush and began brushing the girls long brown locks.

 “ ouch papa”

“Sorry chérie since when did your hair get this long “ he apologised

“ it just grew I don’t know” she shrugged 

“ Dinners ready everyone “ y/n called from downstairs 

“ ok let’s go eat that delicious food Cherie” 

 Indy walked down the stairs and Charles closely followed behind her. By now the time was 6:30.

 Indy walked over and pulled a chair out to sit in at the dinning room table. While Charles swept Sicily up and placed her into her high chair she has basically grown out of.

You laid the dinner out on the placemats infront of everyone. 

“This looks delicious baby” Charles spoke taking his place at the table digging into dinner.

To say dinner was well enjoyed was an understatement the girls ate every last bite and so did you and Charles although a lot of  Sicilys food ended up on her bib that you would rather she not wear as you thought she was to old but you didn’t want her to keep getting her clothes dirty.

“Papa can we finish the cartoon like you promised now?” Indy shook Charles arm in a pleading manner

“ ok girls but only 20mins and then time to get ready for bed ok” 

“ yay thank you” Indy spoke running away 

“ up papa me wanna watch” Sicily put her arms above her head.

Charles lifted the 2 year old out of her high chair and she copied her sisters movements running into the living room behind her.

Charles packed up the dishes on the table taking them into the kitchen. While you put the placemats away and wiped down the table and high chair.

Charles had started on washing the dishes and you moved to stand next to him drying them and putting them away. There did need to be constant conversation between you two that’s just how you worked you loved each others presence.

By the time 7:30 had rolled around The two girls were both back in the bathroom this time brushing their teeth. Charles had placed the barbie toothpaste onto their toothbrush and Indy was brushing her teeth while Sicily was trying to but Charles had to help every now and then.

You were in the kids bedrooms folding back the covers and trying their night lights on getting their bedrooms ready for bed. Laying out their teddies the way they liked or you knew they wouldn’t sleep.

It was now when you and Charles split up you alternated each night what girl you would get into bed. Tonight it was Charles job to but Sicily to bed and your job to put Indy to bed.

Charles had gotten Sicily into bed and tucked her in. They had chosen out a book to read for the night and Charles had sat on the bed next to her reading to her in a soft voice. 

“ The end”

“ no more papa more”

“ tomorrow night sweetie time for bed now, but first let’s say our good nights”

“ good-“ Lily went to start saying her good nights

“ how about we say it in French tonight Cherie” Charles encouraged

“ ok, bonne nuit étoiles, bonne nuit lune, bonne nuit maison, bonne nuit maman, bonne nuit papa, bonne nuit Indy ( goodnight stars, goodnight moon , goodnight house , goodnight mum , goodnight dad , goodnight Indy ) Sicily said her good nights

“ good job, ok night sweetie I’ll see you in the morning “ Charles stood up putting the book back on the bookshelf kissing her head and leaving the room shutting the door.

At the same time you were coming out of Indy’s room shutting the door as well.

“ both asleep huh “ he asked

“ yep “ you replied

“How is this how we are spending our Saturday night?” Charles asked

“Yeah but you know you love it “ you laughed 

Charles wrapped his arm around your waist as you both walked down stairs to watch Tv and snuggle on the couch before going to bed yourself.

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Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoyed feel free to leave any comments. Or leave any requests in my request box. Xx

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 #charles lecrelc #lando norris x reader #f1 #x reader #arthur leclerc #fanfic #lando norris #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagines #pierre gasly x reader #ollie bearman fluff #fluff #blurb #one shot

[ruthlesslistener]

wait lurien has cut dialogue??? i am. very curius

anon: Lurien has a cut monologue? I tried to find the dreamer's cut dialogue a while back and barely got a couple of extra lines for Lurien in comparison to monomon who had a paragraph. Also PK offered to sire hornet??? Please tell me where I can find this I'm desperate for more info on the dreamers

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Well, Lurien doesn't have too much cut dialogue, but here it is: I found it in the cut content section of the Hollow Knight fandom wiki, which requires a lot of dropdown clicks in order to actually get to it

And a transcript, bc this image is fuzzy:

"For this city and for King beloved, I become bond upon the Vessel."

"That black choice made, but not by me. Our King claimed that burden. My lot is easier, only to sleep and to serve."

"My city. Do you sustain without me? Do you thrive? I would see your streets again..."

"Our King appears as bug, and I shall take him as so. But his are traits that transcend our kind. His is a mind beyond ours. Deity given form. In sleep, I shall not look upon his like again."

"Remember our promise, sister! We three vowed to protect the seal with all of our devotion."

"Remember our bond... our sacrifice. For the kingdom’s sake... for the one we must protect."

He's not very verbose, but it's more so than Herrah's dialogue, which is as follows:

Transcript:

"For my daughter and my kind, I become bond upon the Vessel."

"Wyrm, your attempt may prove futile, but your offer I could not refuse."

"My child...For you, I would give it all."

"For her, I would give it all."

And here's Monomon's. I'm not even gonna bother with a screenshot lol, she rambles too much to get it all in one piece

Transcript:

"For diversity. For variance. For evolution. I become bond upon the Vessel."

"We sealed that plague, and thought we’d found an answer, but we were wrong. Our sacrifices... what did they win us? A world sealed in stasis."

"Only one path I see. The Seals must break. Will it bring destruction? Of course. It will bring change, too. Let it. To live forever in an unchanging world... Death, I would fear less."

"Will it bring destruction? Of course. It will bring change, too. Let it. To live forever in an unchanging world... that is the only death I fear."

"To sleep eternal, what difference from death?"

"Open your minds, brother and sister. Our vow was to protect...but do we? The Vessel weakens."

"My mind is seal upon that tragic being. But who shall teach them now? Who shall open their minds, where I cannot?"

"So... we found each other after all. Can you see me, here in this forgotten dream? I can see only light."

"Our sacred Hallownest... It was so old. An eternal, undying kingdom... unchanging. They called me 'Teacher', but what did I have left to teach? What did I have left to learn?"

"When the light came, we feared it. Of course we did! So we fought to keep things as they were. Our sacrifices... what did they win us? Simply another kind of stasis."

"We fought against you, too. Struggling against our fate. The light we caged away... it is alive, and we are not. Is that what draws you to it?"

I'm sure that the cut dialogue for Lurien is exactly the same as what you found when you encountered Monomon's, anon, but it does offer us a lot more insight into his character, showing us that he was extremely protective of the City of Tears, that he considered the Vessel plan to be a dark necessity that weighed on PK, and that he was one of the few bugs who actually met PK in the flesh and knew the truth of his nature. That paints a picture of someone who was at the very core of Hallownest's workings, alongside Monomon, who we know had a hand (tentacle?) in knowing the details about the vessel plan- something that fits with the formal 'sister/brother' titles used by them both, even though Monomon also extends that courtesy to Herrah (who seems indifferent to the other two, lmao).

There's also a developer note relating to Lurien that describes his potential character as 'more detatched than the other Dreamers' and 'taciturn':

Transcript:

More detached than the other dreamers? Maybe ponders how the Hollow Knight (vessel) feels after all this time. Would he make the same choice again? First few dialogues are very taciturn.

Which is something that I think comes across far better in his cut dialogue than just...cutting it out altogether. I get that they wanted him to be detached and mysterious, but what we have in-game is bread crumbs and a floating umbrella rather than a cohesive character, as evidenced by all the shitty fucking takes out there painting him as a 'simp', a 'bootlicker', and a 'creep', none of which really fit the concept of a mysterious, protective bug with ethical concerns about what his god-king was getting up to

#hollow knight #the dreamers #lurien the watcher #monomon the teacher #herrah the beast #cut content #hk cut content #fuck i love the dev notes. i gotta compile my favs someday #the one about the wyrm king's gender not being relevant is esp. funny #rythuliansoup #anon #reply

[spatio-rift]

oh my god hold on a second. do you think the $quad has met saiko's parents. like they HAVE to have been over at his house before. i'd imagine some of the butlers and bodyguards are familiar with them (especially the ones that accompany him to school) but they're his Guys so i'd imagine they hang our at his house more than the others... so they'd definitely had some encounters w his mom/dad. funniest scenario is at the point of their friendship where they can tease him and he won't mind they'll be acting silly and then one of his parents walks in and they're suddenly perfect well behaved little angels who are just such good company to their dear metori. do you see the vision...

I DOOOO I SEE THE VISION.... theyve definitely visited his house the most out of everyone at pk theyre here every other day. i remember talking about this w a friend years ago and we were saying saiko would always be calling them over when he feels a little bored or lonely under the pretense of needing them to do stuff for him even though hes literally got a dozen people personally attending to his needs at home. constructing elaborate scenarios to just hang out without having to acknowledge any sort of friendship. i think post-friendship acknowledgement they still always gather at saikos house because hes got everything they could possibly want in there and also their houses arent up to his crazy standards so by default.... it can be a little insulting but they like getting picked up from school by a professional chauffeur w a limo too much to ever really complain about it lol

the saiko staff is kind of amused by them when they come over cuz theyre so used to doing that job for saiko at school they start doing it at his house without realizing. mostly though i think theyre happy he has normal friends now (and that its made him less annoying to deal with)

HIS PARENTS. theyve only met them like once or twice bc theyre really not at the house often. i like to think it wasnt even intentional they just keep getting lost in that huge fucking mansion and somehow end up in places they shouldnt be like saikos dads office or his art collection room. its really awkward every time because his dad doesnt really get it so when they blurt out a self introduction and say theyre his sons friends his dads like '...so you work for him, yes?' and arguing with a man that looks like a human-sized star and has enough power to make their entire family disappear with a snap of his fingers is a little scary so theyre just like yes sir we do sir. and he just pats them on the shoulder and tells them to keep up the good work and calls someone to guide them back to his son.

saikos mom is really funny to think about bc for takahashi yokota and murata its like going to their friends house after finally getting thru to him and starting to have a sort of normal relationship with him and meeting their celebrity crush there. when they come to saikos house after meeting her they try to discreetly ask if his mom is gonna be there. you know just to be polite and say hello they should probably bring a gift too... and saikos like shes in brazil rn and im going to kill you.

#saipsi #$quad #saiko metori

[full---ofstarlight]

tagged in this oc questionnaire by @gwynbleidd !!! i did delvyre because my brain is just full delvyre these days, but also my d&d character sirrus, because it just dawned on me that i can spill all his backstory secrets here without worrying about spoilers bc none of you are my party members hehe

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NAME: Delvyre Coppersmythe — Delvyre was the name that her mother, whomst she has never met, gave her and it was embroidered onto her blanket when she was left on her father’s doorstep <3 

NICKNAME: Del, since it’s just a nice shortened version of Delvyre; her father used to call her Little Flame, even before she started learning fire magic 

GENDER: cisfemale

STAR SIGN: I do not have enough braincells to figure out the Forgotten Realms translation, but she’s a Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising.

HEIGHT: 5’3” (160 cm)

ORIENTATION: Bi bi bi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Her mom’s family are High Elves, and her dad’s family has roots in Kara-tur but they’ve been in Faerun for generations at this point. She’s lived in Baldur’s Gate all her life. 

FAVORITE FRUIT: While she likes cherry-flavored things, her favorite actual fruit is any kind of citrus

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn! 

FAVORITE FLOWER: Sunflowers!

FAVORITE SCENT: Is it too obvious if I say a campfire? 

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: All three? I think coffee wins out slightly, because she likes the buzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Either more than 10 or less than 6, there is no in-between. 

DOGS OR CATS: I gave her a proficiency in animal handling for no real lore reason, and I guess I’m gonna reverse engineer that and say she’s a big cat person and used to feed stray cats in the Lower City a lot. 

DREAM TRIP: I think she’d love to go to Alm. 

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: So. Many. She likes to bundle up when it gets cold. She wraps herself up into a little nest. 

RANDOM FACT: If she was a Pokemon trainer, her buddy Pokemon would be Nine-Tails. 

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sirrus's has a lot of our homebrew world lore so i did my best not to just gush about it lmao

NAME: Sirrus Montague totally not Eminence Sirrus Mavros Alarie

NICKNAME:  The Red Thief is his, like, criminal name. Also what if I told you Sirrus was a nickname?

GENDER: cismale

STAR SIGN: My DM very kindly provided us with her homebrew months and seasons and said she was working on an astrology system, and my only requirement was that there was one that was Lying Liar that Lies for him <3 (Ahem. Gemini.) 

HEIGHT: 5’10” (178 cm) // but he wears heeled boots and counts his horns when listing his height, so he’ll tell you 6’1” 

ORIENTATION: Pansexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: He says he’s from Endoza, a port city in the Peaceable Kingdoms (our homebrew world), but REALLY he is from the Sentose Archipelago, a pirate-y vibe collection of islands just south of the PK, populated by hobgoblins, tieflings, humans, water genasi, and half-elves. Oh, and he’s a tiefling. 

FAVORITE FRUIT: Starfruit!

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer. Ya boy hates the cold.

FAVORITE FLOWER: Hibiscus 

FAVORITE SCENT: The sea. 

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee. 

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Eight on the dot. He needs his beauty sleep <3 

DOGS OR CATS: I’m leaning towards cats?? For no real reason????

DREAM TRIP: Our in-game joke is that he’s gonna take our Jimmy Buffet-inspired NPC buddy for a fishing-tour-combo-bar-crawl and the next campaign will kick off with them tied up on a boat and having to figure out how the heck they got here (it won’t happen; I’ve been tipped off as to what the next campaign is). 

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One but it’s very fancy and cozy

RANDOM FACT: since none of you are my party members, I can actually reveal the big big big backstory secret that i’ve been hiding and probably won’t reveal for some years: HE IS SECRETLY FROM A VERY CUTTHROAT NOBLE FAMILY WHO CONTROLS A RUTHLESS TRADING EMPIRE AND AFTER A TERRIBLE SHIPWRECK HE SAW A CHANCE TO FAKE HIS OWN DEATH AND HE’S BEEN HIDING FOR THEM FOR A DECADE AND HE FEELS HE NEEDS TO ATONE FOR ALL THE SHIT HE WAS FORCED TO DO AS A TEENAGER TO HELP FURTHER HIS FAMILY’S WEALTH AND STATUS ///ok done screaming

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taggin' @criffyzou @sun-marie @yappatadwinks @n7viper @thedeadthree @birbycakes @commander-krios @cynda-queer anddd anyone else with little guys (gender neutral) that they would like to fill this out for!! (tag me bc i always love to read about them :3c)

#char delvyre #char sirrus #oc lore #tama tags

[ninvic-art]

Now tell us YOUR PK HEADCANONS!!!!!!!

Sorry it took me a while to get to this I was thinking about it bc to be honest I had never really laid them out

Okay! So!! All of these are based off canon, since I don't really have an AU. I'm gonna bulletpoint cuz I don't know how else to do this

He's definitely an introvert, I know a lot of people consider mbti kinda cringe but I'd say he's either intj or istj

His body looks like PV's!! Since their anatomy is quite similar to Hornet's and neuther Herrah nor WL look like that. They must've gotten it from somewhere (though I really like the weird centipede kinda designs)

He and WL never actually got married, it's not really a thing among gods. Who would even officiate that

He's not very good at picking up on social cues, or at maintaining a conversation about anything he doesn't know about

He knew about PV not being pure, not from the beggining but from that moment at the balcony from the path of pain. He knew but sort of ignored it until after the infection started spreading again after sealing hollow, then he couldn't ignore it anymore

He can fly!!! Not sure how much of a headcanon this is but I want it on this list

He never hated Hornet, but at first he didn't really want to see her bc she reminded him of a lot of things he'd rather forget. By the time he thought about maybe reaching out she already didn't want anything to do with him

He was very reluctant to sacrificing Monomon and Lurien, but even more Herrah bc he knew how it would look, ehich is why he offered the whole Hornet thing (cut dreamer dialogue based take)

Even though I like palewatcher I don't really think it would've been canon, but if it was, I dont think it would have started being a thing until after WL left. Like maybe PK started coming to Lurien for support more and more often end eventually boom. Gay

Buuut also this means that when the sealing happened PK would've been even more alone

He hates Grimm's guts and the feeling is very much mutual, Grimm just happens to enjoy provoking him while PK just wants to get away

He still has a lot of leftover wyrm instincts, which range from sleeping curled up under a whole bunch of pillows to repressing the urge to literally eat people. In this way it helps that WL is a plant, since wyrms are exclusively carnivore

He doesn't need to eat or sleep as long as he has other forms of sustenance, such as a whole kingdom adoring him (bc of god biz) and this is why after the infection resurfaced he became weaker

When he run away, it was partly in fear but mostly in shame and despair. Like after the infection resurfaced after the sealing he couldn't deny the truth about his vessels anymore, not even to himself, and between that, his crippling loneliness, and the knowledge that he couldn't save the bugs of Hallownest he just couldn't deal with it anymore and just Fucked Off

He would never admit this even under torture but he got the idea for a vessel from Grimm

He's an engineer at heart, and a damn good one at that. The only thing he enjoyed about the vessel plan was experimenting with the void and building kingsmoulds and wingsmoulds with it

I think that's it!! So far at least. Might add onto these sometime in the future. I'd like to shoutout @/ruthlesslistener and @/payasita bc their interpretations of PK are heavy inspirations to mine. Go read their fics!!!

#omg thank you for the ask this was so cathartic #i kinda wanna write now #asks #pkcore #talking tag #hk pale king #hollow knight

[yessa-vie]

12.02 || PIRATE KINGDOM || C.S. SMAU

→ SS NUMBER. 02.

→ WORD COUNT. 7,508.

→ IMPORTANT. kinda proof read, a bit of angst (i think?), mainly Wooyoung (and a bit of Jongho) interactions with the reader, but from this point on there'll be a lot more interactions with each of them in their given time. as showed prior, San, Seonghwa and Mingi are in a relationship, which will be explored a bit from this point on. a lot of angts from San's pov.

⇦ || 12.01 (📝) || pk || masterlist || ⇨

                It was around five in the afternoon when you entered the KQ Entertainment building. Yejin and Jiwoon had filled you in the company, you knew they were a small to medium sized company, you knew they probably would be under staffed, so when you were asked to wait for them to verify that you were allowed in, it was no surprise to you, but it was a surprise when they put you in a waiting room with coffee and baked goods. You smiled knowing it was probably because of who you were, yet you weren’t complaining as you made coffee and ate a bit of the food seating on the couch waiting for the employ to be back.

                The place was rather crowded as you noticed a few people come and go, but what you didn’t expected was to hear a small discussion on the other side, making sure to tell Yejin to never discuss a few things in there so people couldn’t hear classify information. Although you couldn’t really understand what was the discussion about, you could hear the small loud words that would come from one of them from time to time.

                “Why didn’t you tell me she was gonna be here?”

                “I also only just found out as Wooyoung said it, why you so worked up about? You her fan? You want an autograph or a picture?”

                The food suddenly felt heavy on your stomach and the coffee turned cold on your hand. There was no way they were talking about you, was it?

                “One of the most amazing actress and gorgeous woman in Korea will be around my boyfriend and you don’t want me to worry?”

                “That’s what this is about?” A small pause and you could hear a growl from the other side, probably from the girl. “Inna, you are the one I want, why you worried about her?”

                “She’s (l/n) (y/n), wouldn’t you worry if I was gonna be in the same space as, I don’t know… Cha Eunwoo?”

                The silence along with the confirmation that it was you they were talking about, made your head hurt. You knew Dongmin was handsome, you knew a lot of people would die to have just a bit of his attention, yet you thought that was an unfortunate comparison, specially if the guy was as beautiful as his voice. You shook your head taking those thoughts away; you already had a lot on your plate, mainly after the events of last night as you noticed that Juyeon had still not contacted you. Should you contact him? Should you wait a little more?

                “You don’t need to worry about her, she’ll probably not even be close to me, she has a friend on the dancing team, so she’ll probably stick to her and, Wooyoung will sure manipulate all her attention to him, so I’m sure I’m in the clear.” You heard mumblings you couldn’t decipher before start to listening to kissing. You would definitely tell Yejin to stay away from these rooms specifically. “C’mon, the car is probably already waiting for you.”

                “Are we still up for tonight?“ A small pause before you heard whining. “Just a little bit, please? I miss my boyfriend…“

                The voices were now far as you heard the door open and close. You bit your lip and closed your eyes resting your head on the back of the couch. You didn’t even know who these two were and yet, here you were feeling guilty for something it wasn’t your fault. She had a valid point, if Juyeon were close to a girl you’d consider prettier than you; of course you wouldn’t like it. Juyeon. God, why would you think about him right now? He wasn’t even yours, probably wouldn’t be, especially not after last night.

                The vibration of your phone took your mind out of it for a second, until you saw his name pop up with a text notification. You felt butterflies as you were sure your ears were red as you opened the notification quick to answer it.

                “So this is the feeling of being betrayed for a man,” Yejin’s voice was loud as you noticed the door to the room you were in, was fully open with Wooyoung and Jongho at the door as Yejin was standing in front of you. “You are lucky I’m in the middle of practice or I’d make you tell me everything that happened after I left!”

                “What’s she talking about?!”

                Both of you eyed Wooyoung as he approached you two by the couch, Jongho still watching by the door.

                “I’ll tell you after your practice!” How emphasized the ‘after’ made him sulk before coming to hug you, making you quickly wrap your arms around his neck pulling him close. It was weird how quick you and Wooyoung had gotten close, how comfortable you two were with each other. “Now let’s go before the people that work with you all come after me for keeping you three away.”

                “Don’t worry, we are on a break, we still have like five minutes before we head back for another run on the choreo,” Jongho said with a shy smile on his lips that you mirrored. Although you two had been chatting a lot online, face-to-face was different and you knew that a lot, expected even. “Nice to finally meet you face to face, (y/n).”

                He lowered his body and you did the same extending your hand for him to shake it.

                “Good God, it doesn’t even look like you two have been talking almost everyday for almost a month!” Wooyoung said loudly wrapping his hand around your wrist pulling you close to him, his fingers quickly entangled with yours. You smile remembering how Wooyoung was a clingy person, not that you would complain, it was probably one of the reasons you two got close. “Let me introduce you to everyone, but don’t pay much attention to them, you are here to see me after all.”

                “Excuse you?”

                Yejin said loudly as the door to the practice room opened making everyone look your direction. You lowered your head feeling your ears burn as Yejin and Wooyoung were bickering with each other. A hand extended your way and you were met with Jongho’s adorable gaze, making you quickly take his hand as he swayed you around the practice room. At first he introduced you to his dance team and choreographer, once you reached the girls that were dancing, Yejin had joined and you two along the other three girls got into a conversation that no one could take either away from, at least not until you heard the voice that was part of the discussion you had eavesdropped a while ago.

                Your face quick to find the man responsible for the voice, meeting a guy with dark hair, small cat like eyes and a sharp jaw, he was built, but slim, like Hyunjin and Juyeon, probably the same height as Hyunjin, you saw a dimple as you saw him smile towards one of the dancers. You saw them talking and heard your name, turning to face Wooyoung who had an annoyed face since you haven’t left the girls so he could introduce you to his members.

                With that you missed one of the dancers point a finger towards you, making San’s eyes find your figure among the female dancers, his eyes found you holding hands with Yejin, meeting her gaze on him, making San’s eyes find any place to look that wasn’t on your direction. You were beautiful, he knew that, he had seen dramas you were in, the vlogs you did, had watched the dance covers, hell he even stalked you on twitter, more now since his friends were constantly talking about you.

                It was still surreal to him to have you here, after all you were famous, more famous then any of his friends and ATEEZ itself, and you were here, in his dance studio practice room, saying hello to all of his friends as Wooyoung introduced you to each of them. The little fight he had with his girlfriend still fresh on his mind as he noticed you and Wooyoung getting closer to where he was. He meant what he said, you weren’t Inna and he would never cheat on his girlfriend, it didn’t matter with whom, it was a principle of his, but he also couldn’t deny on how breath taking you were.

                The truth was, Wooyoung hadn’t shut up about you since that night he went to the Stray Kids dorm to watch the groups that were gonna participate on Road to Kingdom and, in all honesty, none of the other members cared that much about it. Wooyoung was the most social of the members, it was easy to fall in love with him, but they all thought you would be to them, just like Changbin and the rest of the Stray Kids were, the only link between you and them being Wooyoung, but you had a different idea, adding Jongho to the story, then Seonghwa and Hongjoong, and they all had the best things to say to you.

                What surprised him the most was how Seonghwa later told San how you had reached out, asking if it was ok to follow them and mention them while teasing Wooyoung, how you thanked him and Hongjoong later, but you haven’t actually stopped talking to them after. Wooyoung kept being the only one who had your phone number; yet, you talked to all the other three through DM’s since you followed them. That wasn’t something San expected, not from someone like you, already established and known in the industry, he didn’t expected how humble you were, how careful and thoughtful and, although he expected you to be beautiful, as he saw you in here in front of him, he knew that you were even more beautiful then from his phone or tv screen.

                “Nice to meet you San, I hope it’s ok I’m here-”

                “You seriously need validation from all of us?”

                San watched the interaction between you and Wooyoung and smiled as he noticed you both rolling your eyes before you push him slightly, making him open his mouth in disbelief before latching into you, making you hide behind San. Although you never touched him, he was hyper aware of your body behind his, his eyes shot up meeting the other members and Yejin’s eyes on you three, but her eyes were more focused on him and he lowered his head, why was he being like that? He knew he was horrible with meeting celebrities, it was something the others often teased him about it, but it had never been this bad.

                He finally felt like he could breath as he heard yours and Wooyoung’s laugh as you started to run away from him who was quick to catch you and fill you up with tickles until you were crying on the floor. You didn’t know how they managed to make you comfortable to that extend, if you were honest, you blamed Wooyoung, as a way to protect yourself, you managed to pull him from the hem of his shirt, making his fall by your side as you started to tickle him as well. The both of you only stopping when Yejin and Jongho approached you two, the latter helping you to stand up as you still felt your legs failing you a little.

                “I’m sorry,” you were quick to say as you bowed to everyone in the room. You knew this would happen sooner or later, after all you and Wooyoung were in the same space, the memory of the time at the dorms still fresh on your mind as you felt Wooyoung hug your waist pulling you close and leaving a small kiss on your temple as you hugged his waist. “Where should I stay while you all practice?”

                “You can stay on the corner, (y/n),” Hongjoong’s voice startled you since you didn’t really expected any of them to answer. “You can stay over there and tell us what you think about the whole thing, what you think?”

                He was in front of you, asking if you wanted to see and hear an unreleased song and performance, how could you say no? Your head was quick to nod, but before you could take a step, you got a glimpse of the other members. What if they didn’t want you there?

                “Are you sure? You guys don’t have to-”

                “If hyung said you can, then you can, don’t worry about it, now go! Shoo!”

                You hit Wooyoung as Yejin and another dancer lead you to the place where you could see everything but not disturb anyone. Your friend had never gone into details about the dancing and music that Ateez did, although you did a little digging and started to listen to their songs since she started to work with them, mainly after meeting Wooyoung. They were good, the type of music you liked it, their vocals were incredible, you haven’t seen them dancing as much, with Road to Kingdom, a new tv series and the other works you have, watch MV’s stayed far behind on your list, but you knew they were great, you still remember their MAMA performance from the year before.

                The first music was slow, or so it appeared, but as the song progressed you got your eyes glued on them. They truly were something else and incredible dancers. Even if it was practice you saw they gave their all and that meant something. Since Yejin didn’t participate as a backup dancer for this song she stayed seated beside you, pointing all the members that were singing at the moment so you could get familiar with them.

                “They are incredible though,” your eyes never left their performance, your ears ringing to the sound of the music as you wanted to hear it again and again. “What song is that?”

                “Inception,” Wooyoung said breathless as he seated in front of you, some of the others not far behind, while others stayed to check a few things that went wrong. “What you think?”

                “It’s incredible!“ You said smiling as you noticed Jongho seating beside you, Yeosang seated between the other two and for a second you were starstrucked by his beauty. He was definitely one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly as you noticed you were staring once his ear turned red, “I wasn’t really expecting to be in here or meet you guys like this, sorry Yeosang.”

                Your voice was small trying your best not to make hum uncomfortable, noticing the other guys giggle while eyeing the second member you had been staring since you arrived. You were quick to add to your list how Yunho had been eyeing your best friend from time to time, noticing how oblivious she was being, which made you smile before looking at the other around you. Mingi and Seonghwa were both staring at you, Mingi still couldn’t understand you were there, you could easily tell, which made you giggle and laugh once Yunho hit him in the ribs.

                “We should be saying sorry,” Seonghwa was quick to add before eyeing the other boys, landing you a careful smile. “We didn’t know for sure if you were coming, we thought you and Wooyoung were joking, so when someone came saying you were-”

                “It’s ok Seonghwa,” you smiled widely as you looked at each of them. “I know Wooyoung said it’s fine, but if any of you are uncomfortable, I can leave and wait you all outside.”

                “Nonsense!” It was Hongjoong’s voice that made all of you startle a little as he took Seonghwa side, while San stayed between Mingi and Seonghwa, right behind Wooyoung. “You can stay here, we don’t mind, truly! Do you have any insights on the performance?”

                You smile shyly ignoring the redness on your ears that was quickly reaching your face as you were hyper aware of all their eyes on you. It was true, Wooyoung had mentioned to them that you were coming, but he had joked about that before just to see their reactions, so once he said it the day before, neither truly believed him. Seeing you there with them was truly something none of them could picture happening, it didn’t matter that you were talking constantly with two of them, or that one of your best friends was one of their backup dancers.

                You couldn’t deny you sort of understood their shock by the fact you were there. You also kind of understood were they were coming from with that. The girls had sat you down a while ago after a few things you’d noticed during practicing with The Boyz, how the treatment happened, how different it was, while you were an MC for both Music Bank and for Inkgayo, you had seen a few things, how different groups were treated, but you ever really thought much about it and you hated yourself right now as you remembered how groups from not so big or known companies would react when you talked to them.

                The weight on your chest felt heavier then ever and you couldn’t find yourself meeting eyes with any of them, but you still could see them shifting on their weight. Your silence being interpreted as of dislike probably, even though you said the performance had been incredible.

                “Can you guys teach me the dance?” They all were startled by your comment and you finally raised your eyes meeting the most known one out of the eight of them. “Also, could I film it a cover once it’s released and I’m done with Road to Kingdom?”

                “Yes!” Wooyound said way to fast and you saw your eyes avert to Hongjoong. You could see the engines twisting in his head. “Can some of us dance with you like you did for the Hellevator video?”

                “We have to go throught the companies and they both agree, but yeah, we can do that.”

                Your smile met with Wooyoung and you giggled as he looked like a child at Christmas in your eyes. San’s hands quickly steadied him in place and you chuckled as you looked at Hongjoong who also had a small smile on his lips.

                “Any members in particular?”

                “The dance team, no?”

                “So, me, Yeosangie and Yunho!” Wooyoung’s voice was loud as he pointed to every member with starts in his eyes, making you all laugh. “But you should also watch the other song, then you can choose which one.”

                “What’s the name of the other song?”

                “THANXX,” Yeonsag was the one to answer and it took you a moment to put the voice and the face together and you saw as all the other seven and Yejin laughed at your reaction as Yeosang’s ears turned bright red. “I’d like for you to make Inception, thought.”

                His eyes dind’t meet yours as you frown, Wooyoung giggled bringing your attention to him.

                “He choreographed his part of the song.”

                Your eyes averted quick to Yeosang who now had his neck red while his cheeks were slightly tinted. You took a moment observing him before eyeing the other seven members and finish with Yejin who winked at you.

                “I’ll do Inception if I can do your part with you, Yeosang!”

                His eyes turned up and you could see the brightest smile on his lips and couldn’t help but smile yourself.

                “Guys, c’mon! Let’s do the other song before we can correct some points!”

                The choreographer called the boys and Yejin who quickly got up as you curled yourself a bit more, feeling a bit weird being seated while everyone else was standing and getting ready for the song to start. While your eyes wandered through every single person in the room, the Ateez guys kept eyeing you from time to time, trying to catch any glimpse of reaction you gave them regarding the dance. Wooyoung constantly smiling whenever your eyes met, while the other guys kept blushing and turning away whenever your eyes met.

                Once it was all done, both the group and Yejin eyed you with a small smile, but unlike the last time, the choreographer stopped them to correct what was wrong, so you took your phone from your bag checking if anyone had contacted you. A part from a few texts from Jiwoon regarding the next Road to Kingdom performance and the audition you had to go on tuesday, nothing was out of the ordinary, the girls and the boys groups were pretty quiet, so you checked the texts that you’ve been avoiding and expecting at the same time.

                You could here some of the counting and the beat of their feet on the ground of the practice room. The music from time to time appearing at specific parts, some monitoring here and there, Yejin doing a run through of the dance with the other dancers, it was like no one really would come to you, so you chilled to answered Juyeon’s texts, already feeling the smile and the butterflies in your stomach, the memories of last night still fresh, his hand still lingered on your skin that was exposed thanks to the dress.

                “Which one you liked more?” You were startled by Jognho seated next to you, once you didn’t answer, his focus turned to you with a small smile. “Sorry, I should have-”

                “No, no! It’s fine,” you locked your phone, turning it facing the floor as you moved a little bringing your legs up to your chest, observing everyone. “They are slightly different, but I prefer Inception, but both are good nonetheless.”

                Once his gummy smile appeared, you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Jongho was a literal bear, scary on the outside but the warmest person on the inside, he just needed a while to open up. You understood and respected that. Which was why your eyes slightly widened as he extended his hand to yours after he got up.

                “C’mon, I can teach you a bit of the dance while we wait for the corrections to finish.”

                You giggled as you took your back off your shoulder, letting it lay on the floor. Jongho twirling you in place until you were facing the mirror, him right beside you as you both smile and you nodded already waiting for the steps. It didn’t take long for Wooyoung come around with Yunho and Yeosang, the latter quick to teach you his part of the choreography.

                Soon enough, all eight boys came to teach you each part of the dances whenever they were singing, – at your request – which brought a few laughs and provactions within each other while the backup dancers were going through the corrections. You could see Yejin observing you with the Ateez boys, the smile she sent to you once she saw how fun you were having. She had said they were pretty humbled and laid back people, you knew Wooyoung was like that, you knew Jongho had gone through a few companies before joining KQEnt, but you had no idea what exactly to expect of all the others.

                A happy surprise is the least you could say.

                You could see why Wooyoung and Changbin were friends. You could also see the similarities between the groups regarding each of the boys, which was probably one of the things that helped you feel so comfortable around them so easily, besides the obvious fact that Wooyoung was there and teased you at every opportunity he had. The only three that could control him being Seonghwa, Hongjoong and San – when he wasn’t an accomplice of the chaos Wooyoung would bring when you weren’t the target.

                Thankfully, for now, all the other seven protected you from Wooyoung antics, but if your relationship with them turned to how it was with the Skids, you knew that would end soon, specially as you watched their own interactions. The more time you spent there you understood why Yejin was so happy to be there, why she kept herself to not miss and come on time to all practices, even though all you girls could tell how exhausted she was, but you would never tell Wooyoung that, Yejin wouldn’t like it, and you knew that she was thinking about the short MV she was gonna do with them along with THANXX.

                So, you kept quiet, eyes wandering from Yejin to all the eight member that were already a bit more loose around you, not close to how Jongho and Wooyoung were, but it was enough for now, for the first time you met them. Your phone long forgotten under your bag as your eyes took in all the things that they agreed to show you, including Yejin’s part on the short MV, which would be about their lore, as Jongho quickly explained to you, since Wooyoung would probably spoil you the whole lore if he could – Hongjoong words.

                “Shit,” Yejin said looking at her phone, making you and Wooyoung stop on your tracks and observe her. “Boo just texted me asking to get a few things, you guys mind?”

                “You staying with Boo this time?”

                Yejin nodded, Wooyoung kept quiet listening to you two. Both of you had told him a bit of the whole story, but he still wasn’t familiar with their current situation. The names and faces still a little foggy on his mind, making him taking notes on rewatching your vlogs to learn more about you and the girls.

                “My cousin is traveling for like two weeks and said we could stay at her place, also because she needed someone to watch over her dog, and Boo had already extended her welcoming and asked if she could move with me.”

                “So, the house hunting is going bad, I see.”

                You three laughed a little before you zooned off a little. The conversation on Hyunjin’s birthday coming back to your mind. You didn’t want to leave the boys, but you also didn’t want to leave the girls. Juyeon’s words from the night before coming like a flash in your mind, along with Moonbin’s from when you found out you had to find a new place. The idea of having a whole place for yourself terrified you a little, yet it looked like everything was lining up for that to happen.

                The, sort of, sleepless night before still presence on the eye bags hidden by the makeup you were wearing. The places that both Jiwoon and Jihyun sent you to look into, none appeasing to your taste. Your mind always wandering to have a small big place, if that even made sense. You hated being alone for a long period of time, you hated that if you needed you couldn’t just walk a few steps and find the girls or the boys, so you needed a place that could have you and a few more rooms if they ever wanted to visit and stay over.

                It needed to be small, because it would be only you living there, but it needed to be big so your friends could come and stay over, being for fun, to party or just to chill. The thought of a huge empty house annoyed you. You liked your space, but you hated to be alone. Your eyes landed on Wooyoung, finding his already observing you as he smiled and pulled you into a hug with his arms on your shoulder, as you wrapped your around his waist resting you head on his shoulder.

                Yejin still focused on her phone, checking what they need with Boyoung.

                “Would you visit me when I get a place?”

                You voice was small, only for Wooyoung to hear and you heard him hum in response and pulling you closer as a hard wind blew on your direction, making you hide your face on his chest.

                “I meant what I said, you chose you to be my friend and you accept, no return police.”

                You laughed against his chest hearing his laughed as you felt his chest move.

                “Brat.”

                “Needs to be one to know one,” he winked at you as you eyed him just to roll your eyes before resting your head back against his chest, thanking whoever could hear on how empty the place you three were, was empty. “Is everything ok?”

                Wooyoung’s voice a little louder, catching Yejin’s attention, who just nodded and smile.

                “I was just seeing what we needed and the best place to get it, you sure you don’t mind Wooyoung?”

                “Not at all, I’m all yours until you are sick of me!”

                “What about the no return police?” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes pushing you away from him, making you two laugh as he held in, trying to keep his though attitude. “C’mon baby girl, let’s go buy a few things, I’ll even get you and the guys something as a thank you gift for today.”

                “Do I really need to share with them? I’m the one still in the presence of you annoying ass.”

                “My pretty annoying ass will tell them I brough food for you to deliver and they can do whatever if you arrive empty handed.”

                He sighs but a smile was quick to find his lips as you pulled him in to a hug, your arm going around his waist as his went around your shoulder. Yejin still focusing mainly on her phone, allowing Wooyoung to start with his questions towards the possibility of you liking Juyeon, or anyone in general.

                “Did Eric set you up on a blind date after all?”

                You just rolled your eyes, although he could see a smile on your lips, making him giggle a little observing your expressions.

                “I don’t do blind dates, plus, if I ever am to date, it’ll most certainly a person that I know prior, not meeting for the first time on a blind date.”

                He laughed as you put your index finger went to your mouth and he knew you were simulating vomiting, even though you were wearing a mask. Which was something you three have been thankful for, so the few people you met had a hard time recognizing the three of you, mainly you.

                “C’mon (y/n) you can’t be so stiff!” You lowered your head shaking it slightly as he continued. “Look, I know a few people that may be interested, why not give it a shot?”

                “They are friends with you, that’s concerning enough.”

                You said laughing and Wooyoung just hummed in response.

                “I didn’t see you having a problem with the members, Changbin, Yeonjun or the guys from The Boyz!” He noticed how you stiffened a little under his arm as he said, ‘The Boyz’ and he was thankful for the mask to hide his smirk. “There’s no way you have a heart of ice! You’ve been in the industry for so long, you can’t tell me no one has caught your attention until now!”

                “It’s not that no one in the industry caught my attention, it’s just that they usually go too hard and try to turn whatever we have into something we had agreed it wouldn’t become that,” you couldn’t tell him the truth yet, how the first guy you allowed yourself to get involved after your breakup almost assaulted you, how he was from the industry, how it was a blind date, how he had waited until you turned eighteen to come to you and show his interest, to court you, to make you feel loved only to break you all over again. “I know that dating someone inside the industry is easier for us, I also know that not everyone is an asshole, but… I don’t know,” his eyes were studying everything you face gave out. He noticed you were hiding something, especially once Yejin stayed a little back, he could see her going to your other side. “I guess, no one has caught my eye and proved that they want me for me, that they deserve me.”

                “Would you give them a chance if they proved that to you?”

                You thought for a second, but you knew the answer to be yes, but the truth was that your brain made a picture of Juyeon appear in your head, his actions of the night before still lingered in your mind, the constant thought that he openly flirted with you while he still had eyes on someone that was at the party, yet you couldn’t fully blame you, you had your considerable amount of fault at that. If you were the girl he had eyes on, would you allow yourself to be with him?

                “Yes,” you sigh before looking to your feet feeling Yejin taking your right side. You knew she was paying attention to the conversation for quite a while, “if I don’t friendzone them first.” You three laughed but you and Yejin knew it to be true, you had a feeling Wooyoung did too, considering the subtle conversations that Dongmin had been brought up the day you two met. “Let’s just say is simpler said than done, if I’m honest.”

                “Wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” he pulled you in more into the hug, a small kiss on your head, even though it was through the mask, he made sure that the sound would be audible, making you giggle. “Hak told me a bit of how everything went yesterday, the performance a bit of the party,” he could see your face, but he was sure you were smiling behind your mask, “was it good? I know it was the first time you did something like that as a dancer.”

                “It was incredible!” You started excited, Yejin and Wooyoung smiling at how much you looked like a child at Christmas. “Everyone was so nice, the guys were so thoughtful! Juyeon even made sure I ate and drank water, always appearing by my side with a fan and a water bottle, the crew were incredible from makeup to camera and all,“ you laughed as you remembered how Juyeon would constantly poke your side during the flag dance, or how you would imitate each other, “it really was a nice experience.”

                “Juyeon certainly was a ‘nice experience’, for sure.”

                You hit her calf with your feet which didn’t go unnoticed by Wooyoung who exchanged a quick glance with Yejin, knowing it was his queue to bring him up to the conversation.

                “Juyeon? He’s a nice guy, good looking, tall, polite, I can see it…”

                Your hip found his and he giggled as you kept eyeing the ground.

                “He is, I’m happy to be friends with him, to be honest.”

                “Already friendzoned the guy? C’mon (y/n)!”

                “Don’t be an idiot, Woo!” He decided not to tease you about the use of the nickname, he had more pressing matters at hand. “We are just friends, for fucks sake!”

                “Friends that flirt at any given opportunity, even at a balcony in the middle of a party.”

                You were quick to hit Yejin that just laughed dodging away from you, Wooyoung quick to held you in place. Making you eye him like he just committed treason.

                “So, you and Juyeon?”

                “Oh shut up!” You eyed Yejin who was having the time of her life, then turning to Wooyoung who eyed you expectantly, making you sigh knowing there was no way out of this one. “I have eyes, ok? Plus we got along pretty well these past weeks and maybe we have been flirting a lot and constantly, but still, he has eyes on someone, so it’s definitely nothing!”

                “What makes you think it isn’t you?”

                You stopped on your tracks. You knew Wooyoung knew a bit of it, but maybe not a lot, he also had never seen you interact with Juyeon. You tried to ignore Yejin’s little giggles under her mask as you shook your head.

                “If it was me, he would have done something by now, which he didn’t, so-”

                “You sure you just weren’t oblivious?”

                “I hate you,” you said lowly making the other two laugh loudly as the memory of the night before hit you back again. “Even if it was me, his group will grow a lot with this MNET survival show, I have a lot of possible projects ahead, he has a lot to prove if he really is interested.”

                Although you said that more to yourself, as way to point out the possible things that could come in between the possible relationship between you two, you fail to notice how Wooyoung noted all those things, exchanging a knowing look with Yejin before using his thumb to caress your arm.

                “Well, either way I’d like to know if you have interest in someone, as your new best friend I need and deserve to know everything!”

                “You’ll have to fight a few people for that spot, just so you know.”

                “Give me the names and I will!”

                His answer to Yejin was loud enough to make the whole market you three had just entered eyed you three at the entrance, making him hide himself behind you, making you laugh as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his face buried deep in your hair.

                San gave a small chuckle as he saw the unfolding of the twitter conversation on his phone. If he was honest, he had fun this afternoon with you amongst them. He found it amusing how well you and Wooyoung got along and so quickly, how you two would bicker at everything, but be the first ones to defend each other. He loved how sensitive you were, once you saw some having difficulty with the choreography, you had gotten up and danced with them, or marked the time of the steps.

                If San could be completely honest, he did not expect anything that unfolded the afternoon to have happen. He couldn’t wrap his head completely on the fact that you danced, ate, sang, and spent time with them as just another person. More times than one he was caught starying at you by the others and Yejin, the latter being the times he was most bothered, mainly when he saw her raise her eyebrows with a small smirk. Was it bad that he was staring at you?

                You were beautiful, talented, humble, funny, a celebrity and you were there, what was so bad about that? Why did he felt wrong to be staring at you if you weren’t the one talking at the moment? His smile grew a little bit more once he remembered a specific moment that the dance team were busy, so you called him to help with a choreography, also asking if he could teach you some of the Inception moves, which he happily obliged as he felt both Wooyoung and Yejin’s eyes on him whenever they could.

                “What got you all smiley?”

                Inna’s voice got him back to reality as he put his phone back into his pocket. Her eyes locked on him with a suspicious look. He just waved off as he extended one of his arms around the back of the couch so he could wrap it around her once she sat down next to him, handing him a can of beer, making him eye her confused.

                “Inna, you know I don’t drink nor can drink with the new comeback…”

                “Just this one Sannie! For me!” He shook his head with a small smile as he saw her pout turn into a smile as he grabbed the can of beer, drinking a sip and feeling the bitterness in his mouth. “This is our night, stop thinking about work!” She tapped him on the tight startling him a little once her hand stayed put on his tight. He could feel the heat elevating on his body, drinking more of the beer trying to suppress the heat that was growing below his waist. “Now, tell me what got you all smiley!”

                San swallowed hard as he saw her eyes on him and her hand squeeze his tight a little.

                “Nothing much, just remembering something that happened this afternoon,” almost immediately her hand left his tight as she crossed her arms in front of her. She had an annoyed look as San adjust himself on the couch to turn his full attention to her, knowing he had upset her in some way. “I know you said not to talk about work, but you asked and-”

                “Was (y/n) there the whole aftenoon? Was she as incredible as everyone says she is?”

                It took a second for San to understand that the problem wasn’t the work itself, it was because you were gonna be there for their work in the afternoon. Even if it had been just three hours, it didn’t matter for Inna and San sigh before eyeing his girlfriend that now looked upset.

                “Inna, she was there, she stayed there for like three hours, Wooyoung and Yejin stayed with her, on occasion we would all seat down and talk, mostly to get her feedback on the comeback-”

                “She got to see the comeback?” Now Inna was pissed and San knew he had fucked up. “Did you like having her eyes on you? Is she prettier than me?” As he opened his mouth, she raised her index finger holding him from talking. “I don’t wanna know-”

                “Inna, baby, I’m here with you, not her. I’m looking at you, not her,“ he let the can of beer on the nightstand as his hands tried to untie her arms, once she moved away, his arms wrapped around her should, pulling her closer to him, speaking lowly on her ear. “It doesn’t matter who she is, it’s you that I want. It will always be you that I’ll want, ok?”

                San lips kissed her lower ear and he noticed she moved her legs on top of the bed and smiled slightly, kissing more down her throat, pulling her closer and closer to him, allowing her to feel the bulge on his pants that she helped create, smiling as he noticed the hitch on her breath and her arms loosen up a little.

                “You are mine, you understand?” He hummed against her neck, missing her smile as she moved her hand back to his hair. “Besides, she has Eunwoo, why would she look at you, I was definitely being an idiot.” He stopped for a second at hearing her words making her eye him with a small smile. “Oh Sannie, you know you are no match for Eunwoo, don’t be upset about that!”

                He forced a smile looking at the ground as he heard Inna’s small laugh and felt her push him until his back was against the back rest of the couch and jumped on top of him, bringing him back and instinctively put his hands on her hips as she went to kiss him.

                Although he kissed her back, San’s mind was spiraling. He knew you being you, had a lot of guys at your feet, hell if Wooyoung was telling the truth – which he knows he was – you had at least two guys doing everything to be with you. Cha Eunwoo and Lee Juyeon. Both guys that he knew had more than attention from women, women he had crushes on. He knew Inna had a crush on Eunwoo, which just made his head hurt a little as the growing bulge on his pants started to annoy him a little.

                He always liked to kiss Inna, but his mind kept going back to what she said. San knew he wasn’t the bulkiest guy, possibly not the most handsome one, but would Inna ever leave him if it comes to her choosing between Eunwoo, Juyeon or him? He didn’t know anymore and that made him mad, as he dig his fingers on Inna’s waist, making her gasp against his lips, but it only made him angrier.

                Would he ever be enough? Was he enough now? Would anyone ever look at him like you look at Eunwoo? He knew he could look at anyone he liked or loved like Eunwoo looked at you, but could someone ever look at him like that when so many handsome idols existed? Would someone like you ever look at him like he carried the stars for you, because he knows he would, you wouldn’t need to ask.

                With the pressure that Inna made on top of him, he grunted and opened his eyes, meeting with the girls sly smile as her nails dig into the back of his neck. He had Inna, she was looking at him like that right now, even behind the lust she carried and that was enough for him, so he latched up on her again, bringing a small chuckled from her as San started to kiss her neck next.

                “Are you sure?”

                His voice was husky and he heard a small giggle from her lips before she pull his face up.

                “Bedroom, now.”

12.02: 8Makes1AmazingTeam.

pirate kingdom || choi san || smau

It all starts when you and your friends are kicked out of your shared apartment, causing you to ask your childhood best friend (and idol) for help, which leads you to live with him and the other members of his kpop group. From there on, you completely enter the world of kpop, creating the best friendships you could ask for, and, as if working with kdramas wasn't enough, your life ends up becoming the best example of one with each passing moment. and your best friends are the main spectators and commentators of all the drama that has surrounded your life since it all began.

⇦ || 12.01 (📝) || pk || masterlist || ⇨

taglist: open || @baribaaari @grown-in-neverland @randomthingsthatiwillpost @so-nyeon-dan

comment to be added to the taglist ❣

#imagine #ateez #romance #ateez smau #choi san #choi san smau #kpop smau #san x reader #ateez fanfic #pirate kingdom smau #kpop fics #kpop #kpop x reader #kpopidol #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez x you #choi san x reader #ateez fake texts #pk.fic

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Some pics of the new topolino have been posted on the papersera facebook. Alex Bertani writes a really beautiful introduction about the 75th anniversary of the magazine and probably tells us the meaning of life

but tbh, who cares about that? I MEAN LOOK AT THIS

Ignore the boring sciencefiction saga from Gervasio. LOOK AT THE PAGE COUNT OF THE SECOND STORY

Chapter one has 33 pages! That’s A LOT for a 4-part story. (For reference, the current Darkwing Duck comics saga are 22 pages per part/issue. We have 50% more Magica in one chapter of a single story than Darkwing gets every few months) The huge page count from last time is true! It is just gonna be massive.

The coloring is likely gonna be normal, which is completely fine by me.

Look at this its Magica on the cover next week aaaaa

She has a doctor strangeass cape now i guess. We’ll see how it works in the comic itself. It also reminds me a bit of PK. It has the exact same colours.

But let’s look at the previews because there’s something very interesting there. Or a printing error. And also nice to see that we dont have to wait another month for the Pete developments.

Okay the interesting/maybe error, look at the Magica part. First in white we have the ‘Il mondo di ghiaccio’. Last time I assumed that was the name of the story with ‘Amelia oceanica contro le streghe vulcaniche’ being the title of the first part. But here the second part has the same name. Il mondo di ghiaccio is put in the column above it like it’s the title of a series… This might just mean that this 132 page story is not the world of ice. ‘Amelia oceanica contro le streghe vulcaniche’ is not the name of a part, but the name of the entire story. A single story in the subseries that is ‘Il mondo di ghiaccio’. This 132 page comic might just be a prequel or the first half of a larger series that will continue later a la Gli Evaporati, that Enna also wrote. This might just mean that we are confirmed to have at least 1 other huge Magica comic coming this very year.

Or like y know its a printing error WELL TIME WILL TELL THAT WAS THE MAGICA UPDATE OF TODAY SEE Y’ALL NEXT TIME

#magica de spell #disney comics #topolino magazine

[dynamic-power]

Weekly tag Wednesday Sunday!

I got tagged by some awesome people! @mybrainismelted @energievie @transmickey @skylerwinchester

1. If you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? My first two thoughts were Jeff Bezos, to steal his money, or Cam Monaghan, to jerk off, ngl. But my final answer is Robert Irwin. And I'm gonna cuddle as many animals as I can.

2. whats your most trivial / dumbest hot take? Summer is the worst season. It just is. I live in a place that gets up to 110+ F (43+ C) and it's just gross.

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in? English Handbells. Or intro to music, maybe. But handbells are my specialty.

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen? Obviously, I wanna see Gallavich living their best lives. But I also want to see Carl and Debbie get the chance to settle properly into adult hood. I'd have Carl meet an amazing young woman with a kid and watch him learn to love them both. Give Debbie her own space with Franny. A little stability, y'know? I just want them to be happy okay

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology.) Apollo

6. what’s something you love about yourself? My ability to care. I love deeply and completely. Once you are my friend, you're stuck with me. I have been a pillar for a lot of people to lean on when they need it and I love that I can do that for them. 💜

7. describe your day in 5 emojis: 🐶🌅😴☕️🫂

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? Jimmysteve

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie!

1. I was an area manager at an Amazon warehouse

2. I dropped out of college because of the English course requirements

3. I chose the name Dyno because I have an obsession with dinos

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name? I don't. Can't have animals in my apartment. But! I did name 2 cats growing up. I was 10. One was PK (pretty kitty. She was pretty.) And the other was JD (John Doe. Because he was a stray that kinda just. Showed up.) I have always been a very original person.

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence.

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order? Coffee, iced carmel latte. I don't drink tea. But other beverages, diet Dr. Pepper or beer. I'm a big beer drinker lol.

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life? I saw Kat do a song for each year and I liked that so here you go. It's been a rough 5 years, so they aren't the most cheery selection. 😅

2019- Good Things Fall Apart by ILLENIUM

2020- 1 Last Cigarette by The Band CAMINO

2021- Figure Me Out by The Summer Set

2022- Matilda by Harry Styles

2023- Slither by Djo

I'm super late so I won't tag anyone. This one was a fun one!!

#ask dyno #tag games

[bots-and-cons]

So I saw you replied to my ask about me forget to verify what I was asking for, I apologize for that lol. For the Dreadwing and Predaking HCs, for their S/O to be a baker? (Nb)

I bake a lot in my spare time or when I feel down so I end up with like a mountain of sweets lying around, but it's very therapeutic.

I just wanna read how you think they would react to there S/O making so much to the point there's no counter space.

But since there is so much they can't freeze or refrigerate them all so they end up bringing them for kids who don't have such money for that kind of stuff. Like there S/O grew up in a poor neighborhood (Kinda like i did) And knew a lot of the residents there.

And them they offer to help to hand them all out and one of the elders go to DW or Pk and go "I haven't seen them this happy before, you must make them very happy" and the boys take high pride of that, but internally they are like rolling and crying because they didn't know.

Sorry I like to ramble-

~Anon

I did these separate since you didn't specify. I did this like a holoform thing for the cons, because I felt like it would make it easier to write

~Predaking~

•You bake when you’re upset or just have enough free time, whichever it happens to be, you bake a lot at a time

•Predaking isn’t really much help with the baking thing, but he can certainly taste test

•He’s in his holoform, since he can’t exactly fit into your house in his normal robot form and he wouldn’t be able to taste the sweets and stuff if he wasn’t using his holoform

•You’re always very kind to people, but you don’t really smile that much, sure you have a ind look on your face, but like a genuine, happy smile? Not very often

•You ask him if he could help you share what you’d baked with the neighborhood kids, and while he doesn’t really like human children, he agrees

•Predaking’s holoform is a very tall human dude, with semi long hair and a pretty neat style of clothing, like I’d say it’s cardigans rather than hoodies

•The kids are kind of scared of him to be honest, he is pretty intimidating after all, but since you’re with him they don’t mind that much

•When he’s getting more stuff out from the boxes, and elderly lady comes to tap him on the shoulder

•His reaction is pretty much, “What do you want, old woman?” and he has a bit of annoyed look on his face

•The lady is just smiling at him and tells him “You make them very happy. I haven’t seen them smile like that in a long time”

•Predaking looks back down at the boxes because he knows humans blush and his holoform of course works the same

•So he’s all red in the face when you come back with an empty box, and ask him if everything’s okay

•The old lady has moved to a nearby bench and is just giving Predaking a gentle, encouraging smile and a nod

•You’re wondering what’s going on with these two, but you just wave at the lady and she’s smiling and nodding

•Predaking is just looking at you the whole time, and while you’re not smiling widely, you are smiling and do seem happy

•His mind is going a million miles a minute thinking about how proud he is that he can make you happy

•Predaking is in his own head and when you finally get his attention, you’re like “Let’s go shall we? We have more sweets to share” with such a bright smile it’s damn near blinding

•Predaking just looks at you softly, and with adoration in his eyes, as you’re already walking towards the kids, you truly are such a wonderful person and he wonders how he ever got so lucky

~Dreadwing~

(•Same holoform situation with Dreadwing though his of course looks different)

•Dreadwing was a bit apprehensive about the amount of sweets you were baking, because what are you gonna do with all of those?

•He tastes some of them and wants more but he’s trying to show some restraint, because he could probably eat a ton of everything you’ve made

•You’re pretty much covered if flour and stuff after you’re done, but you’re happy with what you’ve gotten done

•You ask Dreadwing if he would like to come with you to give some of the baked goods to the neighborhood kids and since he wants to make you happy and make sure you’re safe, he agrees

•He tries to act nice to the kids, but he has a bit of a scary face and he doesn’t really know how to deal with human children so you’re pretty amused about the situation

•Dreadwing eventually just tells the kids to get in line and wait for their turn, he’s pretty stern about it though and the kids are a bit intimidated, so they do what he tells them to

•He’s keeping order while you’re like “you don’t need to be so strict, they’re just kids” and the kids of course join in on telling him the same thing

•Dreadwing just rolls his eyes and goes in to get more sweets, but he’s stopped by and elderly lady that just nods at him approvingly

•He doesn’t really know what that means so he asks, “What is it you mean elder?”

•The lady just tells him, “They’re very happy with you, you make them smile like I haven’t seen in ages”

•Dreadwing just looks back at you and when you catch him looking you smile at him

•He hadn’t really realized such a thing, but now that he knows he’s feels honored that he could make you happy

•Even he smiles a little bit back at you, which makes you look at him oh so very softly and smile more

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #decepticons #predaking #dreadwing #tfp headcanons #transformers fluff #reader insert #transformers x reader #tfp x reader

[dokidokitsuna]

The Forces of Evil

I’ve always wanted to try genderbending these three, but I never thought it’d happen like this. ^^

So these are the magical girls’ primary antagonists, a group led by a character I’m going to call ‘Princess Kirby’. PK is a typical spoiled brat, and I like to think that she became evil for a really shallow reason. XD Like maybe she’s been staying out late and getting bad grades at demon-school,  so her mother (a VERY important character who you’ll see in the future) takes away her demon-phone and tells her she’s grounded.

And Princess Kirb is like “I’m sick of living in this house and being treated like a baby! I’m gonna go start my own kingdom where no one can tell me what to do!!” So she takes her two fairy assistants and goes to Earth...and soon realizes she doesn’t know how to start a kingdom (and she’s a little too lazy to figure it out).

But she does know that Earth is an important place to her mother, and decides to get her revenge by messing it up with the ‘monsters’ she summons.

Fun fact: her fairy assistants are already in monster form here-- that’s all monsters are, just cute colorful humanoids with magic powers. You might call it a very subtle hint that not everything about this situation is what it seems~

#i had a lot of fun with these designs #mixing round friendly shape language with evil color schemes #also fairy DDD is a national treasure #kirby #gijinka #au #mapop magical #Meta Knight #King Dedede

[nonuggetshere]

... do you have info for the pk and ov body swap too? now i wanna see

Putting it all under readmore because this is just ridiculous how long this is KFBDJDJ

Hornet had just left her room early in the morning, intending to go say good morning to Flower before the royal retainers brought them to the knights for their training. What she absolutely wasn't expecting though was to be suddenly pulled into a side room with her mouth covered.

By none other but the Wyrm.

"D-dad?" She stuttered out, blinking in surprise. "Wha-"

"It's not- I'm not-" He looked more panicked than she's ever seen him, panting heavily and hands going wild. His eyes were wide and almost glossed over, his hair a complete mess, he was missing his mask and the cloth around his head, and his single robe was haphazardly tossed over his body as if he was in a hurry when dressing. "I-it's-" He breathed out heavily, running his hand over his hair - or rather the best that he could with his horns in the way, and even seemed surprised when his hand made contact with them, weirdly so. "It's Flower."

She gaped at him, brows drawing together. "I...I don't know anybody named-"

"It's me, Hornet!" He grabbed her shoulders before quickly pulling away when she yelped. "S-sorry- sorry, I just-" He panted, attempting to stroke his hair again, and when that didn't work he resolved to just ruffling it and pulling on it. "I-I swear it's me! I know- I know about your crush on Marissa, a-and I had- have one too- I-I have a stash of my personal belongings below my bed- I- W-we played tag in mum's gardens when we were little, a-and you got books from Monomon to teach me- A-and I'm dating Ptunia and Lummis, a-and- And you-"

"Whoa, okay, slow down, slow down!" She put her hands on their shoulders. "Deep breaths, Flo. Deep breaths. You're okay. You're fine. Repeat after me,"

They followed her lead, slowly inhaled, held it and then released. She gently held their face with her upper set of hands and when they brought their own up on top of hers, she reached out and held their other set of hands with hers.

"Tell me five things you can see."

"I-I-" They tried to focus, their eyes darting around the room. "...Y-you...the- the walls... Th-the door behind you, the picture frames, a sh-shelf..."

"Four things you can feel?"

"Y-your hands...m-my heart beating...th-the fabric rubbing up on my skin...the- the carpet..."

"Now, three things you can hear."

"A-a heartbeat...y-your voice...my breath..."

"And two things you can smell."

They focused, sniffled. "I-I- I dunno- I can't-"

"It's okay. It's okay, just tell me your favourite smells then."

"...L-lavender scented candles a-and Allene's fresh baking..."

"Good. And finally, something you can taste."

They smacked their lips together. "...Salt." They paused and blinked their eyes in surprise. "H-have I-?"

"It's alright." She gently wiped their tears away with her thumbs. "Are you feeling better?"

They nodded slowly. "...I-I'm scared..."

"I know..." She gently pulled them into a hug, letting them rest their head on her shoulders and embrace her with their upper arms while the lower pair simply slumped down, as if they weren't fully aware they had them. "It's gonna be alright."

"...At least I'm finally as tall as you now."

They let out a quiet snicker and finally pulled away just slightly. Hornet still held them in her arms and titled her head, drawing her brows together as she looked at them.

"How did this happen?"

They shrugged. "I-I dunno." They sniffled and slowly wiped their cheeks and eyes with their sleeve. "I- I just woke up like this."

"Was step-mum with you?"

"No, thank god." They paused for a moment. "...That means dad must be in my body, isn't he?"

"Well, only one way to find out." She stepped back and reached out a hand to them, which they took and the two of them left the room and headed towards Flower's bedroom.

His eyes land on them and they hear words suddenly being projected into their minds

"There you are!"

He rushes over to them and Hornet lets out a sigh of relief, Flower wants to too but they're trying their best to appear hollow.

"Hi, dad."

"What has it done to our body?! We look like a mess!"

She huffs. "That's what you're focused on right now?"

They're trying to figure out what to do and Pale King is pacing around the training ground

"Alright, alright...until we figure out what to do, we have to avoid it appearing in public, nobody must know."

Hornet scoffs. "As if you ever show up to your citizens."

"That's...fair. But the other tribes can't know either." He turns to look at her. "That includes Deepnest, Hornet."

”For now though, we’re going to patch the vessel’s body up. Vessel-us-ugh, we mean-YOU. YOU, come with us.”

It's muted compared to the usual pain he feels, but the sensation is still there, and it does get tiring and bothersome after a while of stitching himself up

GOD the knights must have fucked him up badly if he couldn't just use focus to heal himself

Or maybe it has to do with the fact he's in a new body? Maybe because Flower's body is made of void instead of flesh and soul like his, it's different and more difficult to pull soul out to heal (went with this one)

PK, WL and Hornet then go to their room and make Flower look like a proper king

Ivory takes like 30 fucking minutes picking out of all-white assortment of robes

A SPEEDRUN OF ALL THE NEW THINGS AND SENSATIONS THAT BOTHER BOTH FLOWER AND PALE KING:

Pale King:

The fact that he can't hear or feel a heartbeat or doesn't breathe isn't noticeable or a bother at first, until he's in silence and then it feels...off and disturbing

He can feel the void moving under his skin and it disturbs him, the deep all-encompassing nothingness inside of him that he feels when he focuses enough is terrifying

-lWhy does the vessel wear so few layers? He feels NAKED

Their tail is so short, he keeps fucking sitting on it oW-

GOOD GOD ARE THEY TALL and their limbs are so long! He keeps stumbling over his own legs, bumping into things and underestimating his height. At least he can reach the top shelves now?

Having only one pair of arms is problematic when you're used to four

Flower:

The pain feels so much worse now, just a simple cut or bump feels ten times worse when previously they barely registered such injures. Why does it hurt so much?

They can feel a dull ache in their hands and they don't like it, it's like when their dad is sewing up their wounds but sharper and worse

They barely register the second set of arms so they practically don't use them, and when they do their eye-hand coordination SUCKS

Why is this body so fucking small? How can Hornet and their dad deal with constantly having to look up?

Having wings out 24/7 feels bizarre. Isn't their dad worried he's gonna tear one? They're so delicate

They can feel their heartbeat and they have to breathe and they have organs and iT FUCKING SUCKS-

They keep tripping over their own robes and their new long tail

OH YEAH, Pale King's body is digitigrade and Flower's is plantigrade which feels weird for both of them now that they're swapped

I want Pale King to get startled/scared by something and that's how he discovers they can talk

"Agh!"

Everybody paused at that moment, including the king. They all just stared at him as he had that thousand-yard-stare about him.

"...Wait a minute-" His hand shot up to his mouth, eyes going wide. Finally, he removed his hand with some hesitation. "It...it has a voice...?" He rubbed his throat, sharing that same shocked expression with his knights then looking to the vessel occupying his body. "...I...We suppose if it has no mind or will it would never use it. Still feels weird, though..."

He spends some time rubbing his throat, looking as if he has just uncovered a new life form.

"...It's not what we imagined." It was...soft. Very soft. Even with his usual assertive and stoic way of speech, it carried his words so gently, as if a soft melody. It almost sounded like... "It...reminds us of Root's..."

He looked to Dryya. "...Doesn't it?"

She nodded. "It...does sound reminiscent of her majesty."

As they're snooping around, the king's brand on their chest activates and shines brightly, and a seal on a wall disappears, revealing a door.

Intrigued, they step in, expecting something akin to their father's workshop or maybe something more personal. What they weren't expecting though was a nursery.

They drew their brows together in confusion, slowly looking around the room.

They checked the closet first. It was filled to the brim with baby clothes, nice robes fit for a child that matched their parents' and cute frilly dresses.

They turned to the cradle next, stepping over the old unfinished toys as they walked over to inspect it. There was something craved into the side of it, a name. They leaned in to get a better look.

"...Hallow...?" They muttered. "...Who's Hallow?"

They looked up and their eyes fell to the workbench that they hadn't noticed before. Old papers were strung around on it.

They glanced back at the entrance, but their curiosity won over any self-preservation and they cautiously moved to look.

Their eyes fell on the many papers littering the desk, most of them of unfinished toy projects. They slowly shifted through them and their eyes finally fell to outfit sketches. They froze. Among them were regular sketches too, they had no idea their father liked to sketch, but...but it made no sense... The kid, drawn in these outfits, these sketches...

It...it was...

They let out a shaky sob, only now noticing the hot tears streaming down their cheeks. They covered their mouth, trying their best to muffle the wail that followed as they collapsed to their knees.

Flower slumps against the desk, trying their hardest to stay quiet as sob after sob shook their body.

Hallow...they wanted to name them Hallow...

They named them, they loved them. Their parents loved them!

...but will they still love them when they find out the truth?

PK and WL also find out Flower isn't hollow

My personal idea is Pale King somehow finds the stash of their personal items under their bed

White Lady and Pale King are returning from the meeting and they go into Flower's room so he can take off his armour and hang the sword on the wall, but while there something small falls off and rolls under the bed

The Pale King groans in annoyance and says he's gonna get it, then drops on the ground and crawls under the bed. He finds the thing but he also finds something else...

"...Hold on...there's..."

"What is it, my wyrm?"

"Just a second..."

He prods the weird gap in the carpet and finds that he can pull back and remove that part, revealing the tiles underneath. Curious, he tries to remove the tiles too and they easily give way. He crawls a little bit forward to look down into the hole and pauses.

"...What the..."

With some struggle, he pulls out the box and squirms out of the bed, pulling the box with him and putting it on the bed with a huff. Now that he can see it better, he realises it's not any plain box either. It's a pretty shade of green with a subtle white gradient, and its covered in paintings of plants and flowers and decorated with various stickers.

"...What is that...?"

"No idea." He sits on the bed and, after some hesitation, opens it. They only become more confused at the contents.

He pulls out a plush, one he bought Hornet many years ago and which she apparently lost the very same day. It's old and clearly used, deflated by the amount of times somebody must have hugged it.

There are some books and a dairy with a very simple padlock that looks more like it's for decorative purposes than to protect its contents. Right next to it is a fancy pen and a sketchbook. They can see what looks like a poster as well.

They can see dried flowers poking out of one of the books, and as they flip through the sketchbook they notice each page is decorated and filled in with doodles. Right under it they see a small sewing kit and what they assumed was somebody's best attempt at sewing a pocket...or bandana, or whatever it was supposed to be.

What...were all these things? Why would anybody put it here? They didn't look like any of Hornet's either...unless...

They both share that horrified look as the realisation slowly dawns on them

They rush to their room and as they enter they see the hidden door's open, the vessel is nowhere to be seen and they can hear sobs inside the room

Imagine they just stop at the doorway and look at them in shock, it didn't truly hit them fully until this very moment, and they're so close to tears too

"You're not...hollow...are you...?"

Flower covers their head, almost as if in fear. "I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

But that first I'm sorry finally snapped them out and they rush to their side

"No, no, no, no, no-" Ivory kneeled next to them, gently putting his hand on their shoulder. "Don't...don't apologise."

His wife was right on his tail too, sitting by Flower's other side and gently wrapping her arm around their back. "Shhh..hush now, my child, there's nothing to apologise about..."

"I should be the one apologising. I'm sorry-" He hugs them tightly, tears pressing into his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry, my baby...My little baby..."

Daisy also hugs them both and pulls them in close and they both can't help but cry as they apologise to Flower, saying they should have found out sooner, should have been better parents, that they deserved better, and that they love them so SO much

“When this over… We’ll treat you the way we should have, our little angel…”

Their cries slowly die down and when they finally stop crying they lean over and snuggle up to them

I want them to go to sleep all snuggled up together and holding Flower so tightly in their arms

And the next day when they wake up they're back in their bodies 👀 it'd feel like a nice ending

THATS THE MAIN IDEA BUT IVE GOT ONE MORE LITTLE THING TO ADD BUT PICTURE LIMIT IS PREVENTING ME SO ILL ADD IT IN A REBLOG

#asks #faaf au #spooky writes

[trashbins-stuff]

bin can handle it!! (except for the one time it cant) (ttc fan fanfic)

heads up: this work have angst, attempted murder, attempted suicide, actual suicide, and blood please dont read if it triggers you <3 also this is a 5+1 things (>v0) also i know bin should have die immediately but can u rlly blame a guy for wanting to romanticize his death? THIS IS HOW I COPE WITH MY DEATH U CANT TELL SOMEONE HOW TO GRIEF ESPICALLY WHEN THEY'RE GRIEFING THEMSELVES WAAAAAAA

"i can handle it!!"

"its doable!!"

"fuck it we balllll"

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1.

Bin wipes the tear off his face, his dad had already stop banging on the door forever ago, probably off watching sport or something, Bin couldn't stop crying, whenever he thought he had calm down, another wave of sadness wash over him and he's wet again.

His mom sit across the mattress, Bin didn't want to talk to her, she'll say its his fault.

And maybe it was.

His dad isn't entirely at fault here. He's trying his best, Bin did too, but he guess it wasn't enough, his dad wouldn't chase him up here if it did, threatening to kill him and all that.

Even when his mom bought a bunch of books on parenting, he's the only one who even reads them, he didn't even plan on having kids, he was just bored.

But that's okay, so what if his dad tried to kill him and his mom was rarely ever there? that's okay!! Bin can handle a bit of loneliness, he have friends!! And his cousin sometime too!! Bin can manage this.

He stand up and unlock the door, repeating "I'm sorry, ba" like a mantra in his head.

2.

The four of them have been sticking together like glue in the entirety of elementary school.

Bin, Puffball Keychain, Baggy and Fluffy Carpet, that is.

They made craft together, they played the same game, Bin and Carpet raves over Melanie Martinez, hanging out in the school cafeteria afterschool, making up their own version of stories and songs they find in textbooks, the usual.

Bin thought it'll stay that way when they go to middle school.

It didn't.

For Carpet, they went to a different school, didn't have a choice.

For Puffball Keychain, too much had happen, didn't want to remember.

For Baggy, it's complicated, didn't know who we are.

That night, Bin cried and wept.

"Your personality is annoying, if you won't change, no one would want to be friend with you"

"I agree with her, sorry"

All those god damn EIGHT YEARS meant NOTHING to them, Pk have been there since 1st grade, sure, she abandon fem once in 2nd grade to hang out with Carpet and Baggy but that's seven years ago.

And Baggy were the nicest one, the kind one, and even she get tired of Bin, fey miss going to her house, they would play together with her cousin.

Now they barely look at each other.

And Bin was lonely.

But that's alright, Bin can still make new friends!! It's not the end of the world!! Fey can always start a new!! Bin can get through this.

And Bin met a new friend, Bin play more of the therapist role then best friends usually but that was fine, if it keep this friendship afloat, fey will do anything.

3.

Bin cried in class, she couldn't handle the bullying, the teasing, the isolation, she was EIGHT for frog's sake!! Would it kill them to be nice to her? She couldn't stop crying, through her wet glances, she can see her bullies staring back at her, and then one them spoke.

"Crocodile tears"

Bin feel something broke, she isn't sure what but she realized.

It's a dog-eat-dog world out there and if she want to survive, she's gonna need some mask and a tough persona. Bin can get use to this.

After years of kids leaving and joining the class, Bin found herself enjoy talking to a few kids, they still treat her differently but as long as they tolerate her, it was enough.

4.

Bin feel ugly, a bit on physical but mostly mentally, it didn't like when people commented on it's efforts.

"Your hair look like a bird nest, when was the last time you brush it?" they'll touch its hair without its consent and try to brush it, its hurts like its scalp is going to be ripped out in any minutes.

"Your a female, why are your hand writing worse than all the boys?" it was trying its best, it put so much time writing and making it look legible, and this is the thanks it get? Tch, figures.

"..bla bla bla..."

It didn't want to change, it didn't like how they look at it, there's always something that separate it form other people, that wall have been there since forever. No one needed it, no one wanted it.

It didn't want itself either.

It never asked to be here, it never looked forward to it's existent. But Bin fix this.

Over years it thinks, Bin start to love parts of itself that it had previously hate, Bin start to feel a bit better. But what is it even-?

5.

Bin couldn't tell, if the kid died from bashing their head or the stab wound. Either way they're laying on the kitchen floor, looking at the lights above, not from heaven-they just have a long lightbulb in their kitchen.

They roll their head back to look at their other self, Bin immediately look away, after staring for a second or two, their gaze went back to the lights.

Bin walk to the chair and turn on the tv.

Leaving the kid to bleed out and die.

Leaving Bin to bleed out and die.

A year later, a soaking wet Bin was walking to it's bedroom, it was it's cousin birthday today, but its not time to eat yet. It walk in and its eye turn left.

Bin found the same kid with the fan's string tied around their neck.

They couldn't even get a proper rope.

Bin couldn't even get a proper rope.

"We gotta stop meeting like this"

"..."

The kid stood up and walk away, leaving Bin alone in it's bedroom

--

1.

With a thud, Bin fall down on the cold hard floor in Galaxy Journal's lab.

He wasn't the best person, he had done a lot of wrongs, he had done a lot of rights too, maybe he'll end up in purgatory, or are we all clotted in the same afterlife? like Journal said, or will he be reincarnated? or maybe there's nothing after death at all.

He doesn't know, and that scare him a little.

A part of her still hopes, a part of her still hope that maybe, just maybe, Journal would burst through that door any second now and fix her up. Or if it's too late, she still hopes that someone-anyone! would kick down that dammed door and hold her, hold her tight.

Her death would have looked cuter in someone's arm.

She want to be held, one last time.

The door didn't even budge.

So (So)

Instead (Instead)

It's (It's)

Gonna (Gonna)

Die (Die)

As (As)

Lonely (Lonely)

As (As)

It (It)

Felt (Felt)

Last (Right)

Night (Now)

But at least Journal's lab have a very nice ceiling.

And the maggots will surely enjoy my rotten flesh.

Classic Bin, always so silly, but i fear your positivity will not save you this time.

Bin took it's last breath in the dark lab, alone.

Becoming as cold as the blood-covered floor below it.

The cassette tape sits on the table, it contain words contradicting what Bin have said the night before.

And the lab fell silent once more.

Bin might have ended it all right then and there.

But the Earth will keep on spinning.

And tomorrow will be a brand new day.

"Remember Me".

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A/N: Haiiii this is the end, i hope u enjoy it!! htis is my first fic so plz go easy on me,,,<3 thanks for reading :3

Also all the things that happen to bin may or may not actually happen irl hehe-

words count: 1,244

#the traumatized cup #ttc #ttc bin #angst #fanfic #trashbins-art #tw attempted murder #tw suicide #tw blood #tw death #5+1 things #5 + 1 fic #5+1 times #5 time bin can handle it and one time it couldn't

[featherlouise]

I suddenly remembered that AU of yours where Hollow is raised as a normal heir with no memory of the Abyss and I am rotating it in my head at top speeds

Do you have any more info on it? 🥺👉👈

Ok so I DIDN'T and then I thought about it for a few days and then I kept forgetting about ur ask I'm SO sry

BUT YEA

Idk how in depth I went about how PK thinks things went in the abyss so I'm gonna reiterate here,

BASICALLY he believes that every vessel other than Hollow was either stillborn, or truly hollow and therefore couldn't figure out how to get out of the abyss, which kinda makes him think that if he were to use one of these (presumably) empty vessels, how tf are they going to be able to stand against the Radiance when she's in their head. If the truly empty vessels can't figure out a simple obstacle course, how can he expect them to learn how to fight etc etc

SO basically as far as he's concerned the reason why Hollow was the only one to make it out is bc they're the only truly alive one :)

Now obv the vessel plan is scrapped after this, so PK spends a large majority of Hollow's childhood trying to figure out how to deal with the Radiance.

This means that Hollow is much closer to WL in this au :D With the immediate confirmation that Hollow is alive, WL never feels the need to distance herself from them and falls into the role of being their mother very easily!! Their relationship is very much 'my mother is my best friend' and they spend a lot of time in her gardens :)

Holly still trains with the Knights, but more as a weekly defense lessons thing than a 'ur gonna fight god when you grow up so we've gotta prepare you' thing

SO when Hollow eventually finds out about the abyss, their first instinct is to go to their mother bc surely she doesn't know, she tells them everything, there's no way she would keep this from them.

And at this point in their life, they're starved for attention from PK, but honestly they barely know him. They love him, he's their father, but only in name. Aside from the odd stilted conversation over the dining table (when he remembers to come down to eat), they rarely talk.

Part of them thought that maybe by accepting their role as heir, they'd be able to spend more time around him, maybe he'd give them some hands on lessons or something. But that ends up being wishful thinking. (bc is it really Hollow if they don't crave validation from their dad, at least a teeny bit)

When they find out about their origins (I might scrap the 'ALL their memories flood them at once' part but idk) and what they were originally made for, they throw themselves into combat and spell training, because it's always struck them as a little weird, that their father would name them heir despite being relatively young and in good health.

So maybe this is their purpose

It's quite literally what they were made for

And maybe it wouldn't be a permanent solution. But it will buy them time. Their little sister will be able to grow up. Their people wouldn't have to live in fear, at least for a while.

#yes ofc hornet still exists what do u take me for #uhh the dreamer deal was made before hollow was born #only solidified about 10 yrs later #except now it's an 'i give u an heir I get and IOU' type deal #herrah owes PK a favoutlr #favour #asks #shades of memory au #i think that's the tag #I think I had more thoughts about this au but I've completely lost them

[purekesseltrash]

Hi! I'm that one person on ao3 who was like. Utterly obsessed w Bury Them Deep, and I was wondering if you have any thoughts you'd like to share on the playing styles of any of the other characters? Especially the women, but really anyone, I just find it really neat

Oh my goddddd, yes yes yes please because I have thought so much about this shit.

Momo: an absolutely incredible goalie positionally. You could put her in textbooks on how to hold yourself. Her pushes are perfection, like she's just floating on the ice. Her glove hand is wonderful too, as is her stick handling and she has great height. But her best asset, and also worst one, is absolutely her mind. When she is calm and confident, she's an analytical God. The problem is with her tendency to overthink. Too many bad goals or even just unlucky ones and she has to be pulled because it's just gonna get rough. It's one thing that she really admires about Mezou because he can just shrug it off.

Urakara: The ballsiest defenseman you have ever seen. She played exclusively with boys for years and you can tell because if she's going to get a penalty, it will be for playing too rough. She has really excellent vision for the game however and plays a long game that even Bakugou has grudgingly admitted is admirable. They've had some scrimmages where she's actually out played him and after the first time, everyone expected him to blow up but he was like 'good game'. She's not the best skater and her speed isn't fantastic but its the hockey iq that keeps her where she's at, knowing when and where to pinch and where the game is going. She also has a pretty gnarly snapshot and a fantastic PP QB.

Mina: Mina is a skating god. Seriously, she will break your ankles and you won't have any idea until she's long gone. She was a figure skater until she got suuuuuper bored by it and talked her way onto a team, only to end up being super good at it. She's a right winger with a nice little wrister and is great on the foreheck but uuuuuuh, backchecking isn't her forte. That being said, she actually isn't terrible on the PK, especially since that means chances at short handed goals and boy do you not want to let her try.

Hagakure: You know those players that you tend to forget about? They don't really do anything especially interesting so when they do score, you're like 'oh! Holy shit! They're on the team!'? Thats Hagakure. Definitely a grinder queen, doing all the little shit that makes everyone on the team *love* her but that makes her seem totally unremarkable unless you're looking for it. A Chris Kunitz type, if that makes any sense. Always the first on the backcheck, has an awesome +/-, fantastic defensive forward, but unremarkable. She's also locker room gold because she WILL break any shitty moods up.

That's all the girls. I could also bring up Shouta and Hizashi.

Shouta: Positionally pretty good, pretty good reflexes though really nothing spectacular. His biggest handicap has always been his height, which is only short for goalies, and his lack of the superhuman athletic ability that most pro hockey players have. The thing that got him as far as he did was his hockey iq and specifically, how he could look at the ice and read plays. The ECHL and even the AHL were rough for him because the play was so much more chaotic but the few times that he got to play in the NHL were incredible. Because he could see it, he could read all of it and it all made sense. His body just couldn't hang.

Hizashi: I based him off of a combo of Beau Bennett and Tyler Seguin. I even gave him Beau's number, 19, and it was partially due to Beau's nickname of Sunshine and me liking how that matched with the meaning of the name 'Hizashi'. I also thought it was pretty apt given Beau's talent and promise but how his body just could not stay healthy enough to do the things that you could tell he wanted to do.

Oboro: He was a pond hockey player and was proud of it, lol. Put him on defense or have him play as a forward, he didn’t really care. He saw pretty early on how the hockey world just kinda sucked and was like 'nah, I'm good'.

If you have any more questions, I can not stress how delighted I would be to answer them.

#btd