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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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Matchmaking Harringtons 5

This one's a little shorter as we gear up for the final part!

Steve woke up on a warm day near the end of June to see his mother sitting at the table, making calls while his father was out back, doing inventory on his grill supplies.

He went over to the pantry to get some cereal, listening in on his mother's very loud conversation. She was inviting people... family... Aunt Elaine?...

By the time Steve got his bowl, cereal and milk and spoon, he figured that his parents were making preparations for a 4th of July barbecue. Smiling to herself, Diane hung up and made a note in her planner.

"So, the family's getting together for the 4th. It'll be us, your Aunt Elaine and her family for sure. I still need to call the rest. But your grandparents will be there too."

"Okay, sounds fun." A nice cookout with family that he hadn't seen since last summer.

"Oh and they're just so excited to meet Eddie."

Steve sputtered and milk dribbled down his chin. "You told them about Eddie?! About how I-I'm...?"

"No, not yet. But I told Elaine that you might have someone special to introduce everyone to, you know, if Eddie wanted to come and I don't know why he wouldn't..."

"You know why he wouldn't", Steve said.

Diane put on an exaggerated pout and batted her eyelashes.

"Mom...", he sighed.

She let out a little whimper like a sad puppy.

"You are a grown woman", Steve pointed out. "And you're setting a bad example for your son."

Jonas came in, shielding his eyes with his hand as he walked by. "I heard the pouting from outside, whatever it is, just give it to her."

"You're enabling her", Steve said.

"I bet Eddie gives you everything when you show this face. You inherited it from me", Diane said.

Steve let out another heavy sigh. "Alright, I'll ask him if he wants to come."

"You're bringing Eddie to the barbecue?", Jonas asked.

"Apparently everyone will want to meet him, despite not knowing of his existence yet."

"It's not like we're asking him to come to cotillion-"

"Which he's years late to", Steve said.

"Or to escort you to a debutante-"

"I still think your dad's sore that Steve didn't go to one", Jonas said.

"And why would Eddie be escorting me? Why am I not escorting him?"

"You know, we had a similar question regarding your wedding", Jonas said, completely missing the 'cutting' motion his wife was making.

"My what?!"

"Just as a hypothetical", Diane said quickly.

Steve played with his cereal. "You guys get me a boyfriend...you want him to meet the family...why does it feel like you've got a church picked out for August?"

"Who said we got you a boyfriend?", Diane asked at the same time Jonas said, "Who'd get married in August?"

"Eddie told me how you guys 'orchestrated' this whole thing", Steve said. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"It had nothing to do with your confidence Steve. We just wanted to help however we could", Diane said.

"So...you guys really like Eddie?"

"Like him? He's great", Jonas said. "A little odd, but that's what makes people interesting."

Diane smiled. "He has such interesting opinions, I could talk with him for hours. Actually, who does his hair? I would love to take him to the salon and-"

"Whoa there, if I didn't know better, I'd think you two were in love with Eddie", Steve said as he stood and took his empty bowl to the sink.

"Oh, is it wrong to adore our son's boyfriend?", Diane teased.

Steve kept his back to them, his silence betraying the redness in his face right now. He didn't point out that his parents were never this welcoming towards any of his past girlfriends. He knew there was something different about Eddie, and they knew it too. He was definitely 'long-term, introduce to extended family' material.

Part 7

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#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #i feel bad eddie doesnt appear here #esp bc i had a dry humping scene in mind #but the next part will be our climax #so stay tuned

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your-local-hollow-lover · 5 months

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OwO how do the espada feel about their s/o wanting to give them belly rubs? What about if s/o asks for them back?

Hmm cute!

This has been in my inbox for about a year. I'm so sorry!

°IIII°

Starrk

Starrk has been by your side long enough to understand that when you express a desire to give him something, it will undoubtedly bring him comfort, so when you ask if you can rub his belly, he gives in pretty easily. You, in turn, take pleasure in the sweet expression of relaxation on his face, as well as the gentle sound of his purring, which grows lighter as he drifts into slumber.

Harribel

She's somewhat tense about the matter. Engaging in these human-like activities feels peculiar in many ways, yet Harribel has discovered that your gestures can be rather enjoyable if she loosens up enough. What makes her more nervous in this situation is having to reciprocate the caress. It feels unnatural for her, and yet, something within the prospect of making you feel good fills her in a way that is not unpleasant at all.

Ulquiorra

Ulquiorra has no idea how you managed to convince him to do something like this… again. But that's far from mattering right now. Despite his tensed posture – to the point of being almost rigid – it's evident that he's not entirely displeased, which is something. Although it's more than strange to allow a caress in such a vulnerable place, after a couple of minutes, Ulquiorra can't help but feel that his defenses are gradually loosening. This is peculiar, but he doesn't despise it as much as he strives to pretend.

Nnoitra

You can hardly inflict any harm, and Nnoitra is aware of it. However, despite his consciousness registering it, his instincts never seem to fully catch the message.

This 'belly rub' thing has him feeling like something wants to crawl out from under his skin, so he mostly waits until you're done, wondering why you invest these affections in someone like him. Your tenderness, in his opinion, is misspent. Nonetheless, once your warmth penetrates his skin, it's too late to pull away

Grimmjow

He knows better than to refuse. You would get progressively more annoying asking for it; he knows that. So, Grimmjow just scoffs and indulges. At first, a part of him is unable to simply surrender to the tender touch, too used to the idea that there's always a trap behind anything that doesn't harm. However, after a while, a strange sensation tingles in his lower belly, and it's surprisingly far from unpleasant.

When you ask him to do it back, he looks at you stunned. Are you stupid? It's fine if you want to lay your hands on him. But, in return? Grimmjow doesn't know if the peculiar warmth at the base of his neck is because he's furious that you're so careless or because something about reciprocating the action feels strangely good.

Szayel

It could be an interesting experiment. Szayel agrees only for the sake of data recovery. However, lying in the softness of a warm place, where your scent and his intertwine in such a way that becomes alarmingly soothing, is reason enough for him to find it difficult to pull away, despite the multiple warnings deep within his head. You can repeat the experiment as many times as you want; he truly has no issue with it.

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jadedwolf18-blog · 1 year

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Jokes on you

Felt a little angsty today. Not sure how often I’ll get to this as I really want to try finishing Mini Phantom Invasion before moving onto a new story line.

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

Tucked behind the curtain, a child giggled then laughed as the man on stage glance at him. He didn’t know why but if he didn’t laugh, the man would hit him. So, he laughed to escape the pain and the loneliness. If he giggled and laughed or even smiled, then the pain wouldn’t come and the man payed attention to him.

The boy remembered, there was a time, when he didn’t have to smile all the time but that was a long time ago. He still had a caretaker then… he didn’t know where she went and didn’t ask. They had moved then to. The apartment was smaller and the window in his room was cracked.

That’s when he started to smile all the time. The man didn’t let him call him ‘dad’ anymore since then. The man would come home angry all the time and if he didn’t laugh at his jokes the man would hit him.

So, he laughed and smile and giggled. Even when he wanted to cry and scream and shout.

*****

Danny shot awake as their head bumped against the glass of the bus window. Blinking, they placed their head in their hands as they huffed a laugh. It had been awhile since they’d thought of that man.Glancing out the window from the corner of their eye, they watch as familiar yet long forgotten streets flashed by.

It had been years since they’d last stepped foot in Gotham, with good reason… But something was here in the city. The tugging at their core, that had been there since the beginning, had grown in strength. It had gotten to the point that whenever they transformed, lately, it would cause them physical pain. It was worrying enough to make them giggle when ever they felt it. Which was NOT a welcome returning habit but they were learning to accept themself and this, unfortunately, was apart of them. No matter how much they wished it weren’t and they could forget it all.

A giggle slipped past their lips as they took in the buildings and caught site of bright red graffiti. They didn’t know why their core led them back here but they were not happy to be back in this broken city.

*****

@connorsbonez

@currant-owo

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Welcome Home Fae AU x Human Reader (Prologue? Concept?)

While trying to figure out what type of fae folk the other neighbors would be, I kinda came up with this idea if how an x Reader fic might start out. It only really has Wally and the Reader interact, since he is the only fae character I have made, and Eddie is stuck in the Fairy Realm. I just wanted to write it down before I lost it in all my other thoughts. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated! OwO

TW: Small Mention of Threatened Harm

You watch your father cradle the small baby in his arms, which, in all the years that it has spent in your family, has never grown at all. How many years has it been? Fifteen? Twenty? It doesn't matter exactly. It disturbs and saddens you that this baby, who was acquired before you were even born, has not grown an inch, while you are now an adult.

Your father sighs, rocking in his rocking chair. His hair is a mess and his shirt covered in dirt. "It will be okay, little fella," he says, letting the small babe in his arms grab onto his finger "the wet nurse should be here, soon. Mom may have left, but we can still feed you once the nurse arrives. Isn't that right, (Y/N)?" You weakly smile, nodding "Yeah. She should be here in a couple of minutes. Let me light some candles to warm you up, Liam. I know you don't like fire, so the candles will be a bit better than the fireplace." You hurry over, lighting a few candles as your father mutters a soft "Thank you, sweetie. That would be lovely."

Once you return with the candles, you set them down on the table near your father's rocking chair. He hums, seemingly trying to soothe the now crying baby in his arms. Then, he looks over to you as he asks "Did I ever tell you why I never leave Liam alone?" You nod in response "People want to hurt him, right? They want to hurt him because he never grows." "Yes... but there is more. You see-" the front door to your little cottage resounds as the nurse knocks on it. "I will tell you later. Would you be a dear and go pick some berries from the forest? Some mushrooms, too. I will make us some dinner to eat while we talk."

With that, you take your daily stroll through the woods. Your cartage is close to Faeshire, but not so close as to be able to see the village. There is no path to and from the village from your cottage, either. Your father explained it as a way to protect Liam from the people who wish to hurt him. He even said that it was why he left his mother. She wanted to hurt him, too. The only situation you have heard about that is similar to Liam's is... well, fae folk got involved somehow and messed things up. Despite this, it is clear that your father loves Liam very much, despite his oddities. Who wouldn't? Liam is so sweet and has done nothing wrong...

You are so lost in though, you didn't realize that you were also physically lost in the woods. You look left and right, unable to spot your cottage or Faeshire. You do, however, see a berry bush nearby, deciding that you might as well check them out. They... LOOK edible, but you have never seen them before. Neither have you seen the oddly colored mushroom ring a few feet from the bush, or the singular apple tree a few feet further. Stepping closer the the strange ring, you instantly recognize it as a fairy ring. Blues, reds, yellows and even purples and greens all dust the mushroom tops. You stand a few feet away from the fairy ring, knowing full well that it acts as a transport to the Fairy Realm.

A rustle in the apple tree catches your attention. You look up, expecting to see a squirrel getting ready for winter. It is late autumn, after all. Instead, you see a pair of dark eyes peering through the leaves, as well as a few specks of yellow and blue peeking through. Letting out a yelp, you step back a few paces, causing a snicker to emit from whatever is in the tree. "Hello, human!" A monotone voice says, followed by a few more rustles as the creature climbs down the tree to a lower branch.

Within moments, you finally get to see what it is. A man... no... thing is sitting on a branch. Its yellow skin contrasts its blue hair, which has a few tree branches seemingly tangled or growing alongside it, neatly styled alongside the hair itself. The large, dark eyes stare you down as it grins, a set of pearly white teeth seeming out of place for this clearly inhuman creature. You point to it, your hand shaking as you ask "You are a fae, right? What are you" "Wally Darling, dear human! Do not be afraid. I'm a simple dryad. A kindly dryad. Much better than a pixie or a troll."

You relax slightly. Yes... The dryad are naturally kind, as long as you do not harm the trees. You haven't done so, so this dryad should be kind to you, right? Might as well shoot your shot and see if it can point you in the direction of home, or to Faeshire. Either one is good. "Okay... I am so sorry for asking, Wally, but... Can you help me home? I live in a cottage not far from Faeshire. I lost my way while searching for berries and mushrooms for my father. I am not asking for much more than a simple point of the finger towards either place." He leans back in the tree, resting his back against the bark of the trunk as his legs lie along a large branch. "Hmmm... That should be easy. Too easy. There is something else on your mind, I can tell. A little-big brother, perhaps?" Your eyes widen. How does he know?

He then chuckles as your expression, pointing to you "Here's a little deal for you, human! I know that you want help with his situation. I'll point you in the direction of your cottage, like you asked so kindly for. Once you get home, I'll give you... let's say three days to bring your little-big brother to me. After that, we shall make another deal that gives me something proper in return. The first two days should be spent getting both yourself and your brother prepared for the cold. Then, on the third, simply walk in a straight line through the woods, and I shall put you on course to this exact location. Got it?"

You stand as still as stone, staring up at him. This deal is a bad idea, you know for sure. Deals between humans and fae almost always go wrong. In fact, you are pretty sure they never go right for the human, which... well, you are the human in this deal. The sky is growing darker, though, and the cold is slowly seeping through your cloak to the very marrow of your bones. You didn't dress for the weather, due to only expecting to be out for an hour or so. Soon enough, when the sky goes pitch black with night, the air will freeze you as you wander blindly through the forest. Not only that, but this dryad seems determined to make a deal. Yes, the dryad's are naturally kind to good humans... but what if this one doesn't see you as kind? It may use whatever powers it has to make you even more lost if you don't agree.

"Okay... I agree." It grins, with a smile as wide and sly as a cheshire cat. "Good human. Now, let me see... Over there is the best path. It has the most edible berries and mushrooms, and will lead you straight to your cottage." It points somewhere behind you. As you take a few steps in the direction it pointed in, the dryad calls out "I'll be sure to keep you safe on your way." Then, you hear it scuttle back up its tree.

It was right, as within a mere minute, you have mysteriously arrived home, your basket full of berries and mushrooms and your father holding you tightly. "Never go missing like that again, (Y/N)! I was worried someone might have hurt you, or worse..." "Don't worry, dad. I was just a bit lost. On the bright side, I have brought us a lot of berries and mushrooms for dinner. I don't know what you would make with these... but whatever you make is fine."

You look down into your basket to count how many mushrooms you got, only to be surprised by an odd fruit in the basket. Picking it up, you see a nice, ripe, red delicious apple has somehow found its way into your basket.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #fae au

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dairy-farmer · 8 days

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Unknowingly A Meta AU? owo ? Tim with a Dream Manipulation power he doesn't know he has? Because it can effect HIS dreams. And no one ever mentions it.

His parents? Wearing all sorts of gifts and old jewelry from various sites. They are gucci. Completely untouchable. So the few times Baby Tim DOES show up in there dreams as a kid, when they are in house, they write off as "weird but pleasant".

After all? Who doesn't like to dream about playing with your kid? Going to a fantastical theme park or something? Having a family picnic? It's JUST a nice dream, right?

But! Not everyone has such protections.

And Baby Tim? Gets fixated. Curious. Falls asleep wanting to KNOW. Perhaps, thinking about one member of the Wayne family or another. And since his range is growing? Wayne Manor is juuuuust close enough. Barely, at first. Then easily.

And it's innocent at first. Of course it is. He's just a small child, full of questions. Was Mr. Batman like him as a child? Where did Mr. Pennyworth come from? What was living in the circus like? And so? They dream.

Bruce, playing with a child his age, on the lawn as his parents watch on fondly. Alfred, back too his youth, full of mischief as he runs the streets of his little English town along side friends long dead. Made young once more. Dick, laughing, underfoot, as he and his new friend run roughshod all across the setup site. His parents fond but exasperated.

Such meaningful dreams.

Private, though.

No need to mention them. Or realize the whole household is getting such dreams all at the same time.

And the dreams persist. Tim forever having questions. Or just wondering. Not thinking much on WHY he seems to have such vivid dreams. He's always had them. Surely everyone does. Storybooks certainly seem to suggest that.

Dick leaves. Jason comes.

Dick notices he's started having... nightmares. Chaotic, dark, brooding dreams. Of failure and lose. He doesn't connect things... yet.

Jason doesn't fuckin TRUST these happy clappy, golden sunshine n puppies dreams. The fuck is this? The fuck are YOU? Tim doesn't see a reason to lie. It's just a dream, right?

Uh huh.

Riiiight. Say, Timbits, you ever been tested for that Meta gene thingy? Asks Jason, who has clocked what's happening here, basically night one.

No, why? Asks the clueless neighbor kid.

Before Jason can think of a... polite...ish... way to call him thick and his parents dense as bricks, he wakes up. Gets to spend the whole day looking into the Drake's. Finds out the kid is basicly isolated in that great big house of his. Decides he's... NOT gonna be saying anything.

Welcome to dream land, you little weirdo. Just don't scramble his brains or touch stuff he says not too.

Then? Dick visits. Tim is thrilled. And Dick? Gets his first GOOD dream in weeks. No "what if's", no haunting seconds too late, just? Good moments. Everything languid and lit by golden light. Untouchable.

Perfect.

Him and Kori, between missions, exploring each other. Everything pleasure and light. Grinding. Gasping. Groaning in pleasure as they found just the right angle, sweat catching the light like diamonds. She was beautiful. HE never felt more desirable.

But something niggles in his brain. A sense of being watched, that hadn't been there then. Fascinated little eyes. Blue. Not Jason. Poorly hidden in the corner of the room. He... he should be alarmed. Focus. This isn't for little eyes. Should kick him out. But Kori's here. And everything is soft and so GOOD. He keeps getting lost in that instead.

Is aware, so aware, of little eyes that trail his body like eager hands.

It shouldn't make everything better.

But it does.

And NOW? Now Tim has NEW questions. As puberty closes in fast and without mercy.

And Bruce's dreams certainly have answers. His every desire and fantasy laid bare. Past loves, current lovers, fantasies about coworkers. Being watched. A curiosity. An amusement, perhaps? His brain struggles to pull free of the pleasure and focus.

But eventually, his iron will allows it. He HAS trained for this, after all.

He gets the jump on the... imp? Fae? Youthful looking creature. But touching them just pulls him back under. So he kisses them instead. Strips them. Hands finding places that make them squirm. He's not sure HOW he finds himself fucking them, but he never wants to stop.

And after that? Neither does Tim. He'd never imagined THAT was an option! It felt AMAZING. Which leads to all manner of wet dreams. For every Heroic guest Bruce has. During the day? Prim and proper, everything above board. But in SLEEP? They are pounding their new brother/son incoherent.

Just? Imagine them trying to trigger wet dreams? Trying to get attention in the evenings, so he'll think about THEM before bed. Pouting when their dreams were pleasant nothing instead of Tim Time. The guilty PANIC of guests who TOTALLY boned Timmy drooling and fucked stupid in the Dream Space, now having to sit across Batman, and pretend they didn't do that. Not realizing he totally let them.

Can't get caught, if it's not physical! Dream Sex!

-🐼🐼🐼

and they're completely guilt free because its a dream😌😌😌

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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iiratix · 1 year

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Could I perhaps request a part 3 to enemy territory where reader comes back? owo thanks :3

Home

Where the infamous Prefect returns back to where she belong

Honorable tag : @kitty-chan33 @y3nao @skylar896 @xionstevenson03 @nooneknows8976

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“And that’s everything you had.”

Aura placed the suitcase down, stood up, and fixed the wrinkle in his uniform. The guest room that was once filled with different kinds of ointments and other necessary notebooks was no longer there. Including the clothes that were once in the closet but are no longer there, the room has become as tidy and neat as it was supposed to be.

Y/n looked around the room where she had been staying for almost an entire week with a solemn look in her facial expression. There’s no doubt she didn’t expect the time to move fairly fast. It only feels like yesterday that she received some sort of vacation from the headmaster. It feels like she’s still in a reverie that will take her some time to wake up from.

“Y/n? Is there anything else you might have forgotten?” The prefect snapped out of her daze, turning to face the residents of this school and shaking her head. Aura smiled in return, his eyes gazing straight into her e/c ones, and those auroral hues were filled with fondness. “I see… Regardless, I’m happy I can be of assistance to you.” He admitted truthfully without making any falsehoods.

Y/n blinked at the sight of such an innocent being in front of her. How can one look so fragile, frail, and loving yet be feared by others for no particular reason? She would have blamed Heres, whose appearance resembles that of a titan, given that the height difference between him and Aura is the same as that between the sky and the ground.

The prefect of the Night Raven College walked towards her suitcase, making sure that the lock was secured and preventing any smuggling cases. “Thank you, Aura.. Sorry if I bothered you.” She lifted her head and looked at the male, who was scratching his cheek sheepishly.

“Truly, there’s no need to thank me. This is the least I can do before your parting.” Y/n smiled at his words, aware that this would be the last hour she could ever spend with the others from RSA. And honestly, she will admit that it was quite an exciting experience for once. It makes her feel like she was an exchange student.

“I need to thank you and the others for the kind hospitality you all have been showing.” She smiled happily, resulting in Aura being happy as well. The two of them are nothing more than a bundle of joy that somehow recharged each other's happiness and radiated nothing other than comfort for each other.

It was unfortunate for Yasmin, who came at the worst time and quirk a brow at the sight of the sunny student of this school with another sunny but stressed student from another school. “I wouldn’t bother questioning what I’m seeing.” He said with a sigh, feeling Rajah nudge his arm and his hand caress the top of his head.

The sudden appearance of the two startled her, but it didn't take long for her to calm down. It was only Yasmin and his tiger, Rajah; the two of them held no harm, and they're one of the few people and a certain animal that have been accompanying her lately during her visit to this school.

“Yasmin, you surprised me. What brought you to Y/n’s room? Here to bid farewell?” Aura has turned his back on Y/n, earning a light sigh from the male on the opposite side.

“You ask unnecessary things.” Rajah sat down on the ground, his tail flicking back and forth, staring sharply in her direction. The prefect herself wasn’t certain what the feline wanted, but Yasmin was more than capable of diverting the tiger's attention away.

“What sort of friend am I if I don’t do that much?”

“Ah… I’m surprised… You are not the type to admit it blatantly.”

Yasmin scoffed, looking the other way, understanding that what he had spouted wasn’t entirely wrong. However, this might be her one and only chance to visit this place. That’s why he personally came to her and bid her goodbye.

Y/n blinked for a moment, until she giggled lightheartedly, catching the two males' attention. The two wondered: What did she find funny in this situation? Aside from the fact that Yasmin is in total denial about what he just said, there’s nothing else to laugh at, so it makes them confused about whether she is mentally ill or not. Is this by any chance the after-effect of being with the NRC students too much?

“Rielle must have influenced you in some way.” Yasmin's judging countenance makes Y/n stifle her laughter. Of course, the sea coral princes might have been clinging to her for the past few days during her visit, but he didn’t spread any bad influence.

Hence, she was quick to shake her head, smile, and lift her gaze up to look at the two. “Ah, nothing. But…” Y/n trailed off from her words, fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. “But I’m happy to know that I’m your friend. I'll try to visit during break!”

“You absolutely can’t.” Aura chuckled upon hearing Yasmin's response. That came out harsher than expected, and Y/n looked like a puppy that had been thrown away by her beloved master. Yasmin found himself sweating at the sight, reaching out to rub his temple, and thinking of a much kinder phrase.

However, no matter how hard he thought about it, it was absolutely difficult for him to form one. And Aura was more than knowledgeable enough to understand his current struggle. So, as the kind friend he was, he interpreted or translated the meaning behind his words. “He didn’t mean that. What Yasmin tried to say is that we will be the ones to visit you.”

“...Eh?” Y/n’s eyes comically went white, and she was blinking profusely at the sight of a smiling and jovial student in front of her. She looked right behind him and spotted Yasmin nodding in agreement at what Aura was saying.

This much more is disastrous information to learn. Will the NRC students or her friends agree with their sudden visit? Y/n can’t prevent her thoughts from imagining the worst scenario that could have happened. Not only will it be a small rivalry and competitive, but there might be a war that occurs between two schools.

“I’m not sure whether that’s a wise idea.” The prefect said this nervously, hoping that it would somehow change the two students' minds.

“Nonsense. We have been there a few times during our Magift battle; the others will certainly accept us.” Aura’s words held nothing other than optimistic expectation. However, Yasmin looked the opposite; he looked like he knew what might happen but chose to ignore it.

It doesn’t look like they’ll change their mind any sooner…

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“It has been a wondrous encounter for me.” Aalis stands in front of her, representing the entire RSA on her behalf, to bid her farewell.

Y/n rubbed the back of her neck and lowered her head, embarrassed to be in the presence of the dorm leader. “Right, thank you… I’m happy that Ambrose sent an invitation to me.” She raised her head and noticed the soft hues of vibrant blue eyes peering at her figure with interest.

It has been awhile since she somehow managed to have a peaceful day without any ruckus or havoc. Somehow, it has been a bit too peaceful and serene to the point she can’t help but feel uneasy. Nobody can blame the prefect for this; her entire life has revolved around various types of problems, and she has become the student's therapist because she has no other way to relax.

But she can't help but think about how much she misses them all. Those people were the first to accept her in this world; they taught her the fundamentals and everything else; that place was her first home. So right now, she can’t help but anticipate her return. Y/n minds are constantly trying to imagine how others will react to her, how they will greet her, and everything else, despite the fact that a smile adorned her countenance.

Aalis, who was standing in front of her, witnessed her adoring smile. It appears that he is unable to carry out the plans that he and the others have discussed; there was no way he could have persuaded her to stay here if she insisted on returning to their side. To the person they considered to be a rival and an enemy in a variety of ways.

The dorm leader fleetingly sighs, ruffling his already messed up hair lightly, and tries to come up with a solution. There's no doubt that each of them has feelings for the prefect; her presence isn't something they can dismiss as insignificant, and she knows how to leave an indelible impression on the others.

“It appears you… Hah, I surrender.” Those declarations surprised Y/n, who looked back at Aalis, who appeared to be troubled at the time. She didn't understand why he said that out of nowhere; she needed at least the context behind his words.

“Dear Alice.” The nickname that came out of his mouth perplexes her about the manner in which she chose to address her. But Y/n can't help but notice how his eyes glimmer with indescribable emotions she's not sure about. "If only the wonderland you've entered had been ours, I could have guaranteed you'd have the time of your life."

Aalis bowed and held her hand gently; he pushed it forward in his lips, kissing the back of her hand out of courtesy or perhaps much more. “However, this place isn’t your wonderland, and I won’t force you to be a part of it.” Those blue eyes drifted to her e/c ones, observing how her eyes twinkled and red blossomed in her cheeks.

Slowly, he lowered her hand and stood upright, brushing away the strand of her hair back to her ear. “All of us will be waiting patiently for the next meeting.” Aalis lowered his hand to his side, allowing his head to crook slightly and his lips to purse into a small smile.

“I’m certain this won’t be the last of our meetings.”Y/n clasped her hands together, pursuing her lips into a thin line, trying to comprehend his action. Her mind, however, was not functioning properly, and she nodded frantically.

That action elicited a small chuckle until Aalis turned to face the carriage behind them. “Off you go, dear Alice.” Aalis ushered her out, gently holding her shoulder and giving her the light push she needed when he turned her around to face the carriage.

Y/n took a few steps forward and stopped by the stairs. She looked behind her to see Aalis standing there, waiting until she was completely out of sight. This will be one of her most memorable places, and she was certain that it would not be the last. So, Y/n managed to offer him a bright smile, grinning happily.

“I’ll see you all soon!”

Aalis blinked once, perplexed by that bright demeanor, but it didn't take long for him to crack a smile. The dorm leader nodded, watching the prefect take a step inside and close the door. He stood there in silence, listening to the sound of the horse's feet galloping in the ground, regretting that the others were busy—

“Y/NNNN—!!!!”

Aalis flinched visibly, turning around to face the balcony, where the majority of them were standing. Y/n can hear the shout of her name because the carriage windows are open, which piqued her interest as she looked out from the carriage interior.

Rielle stood on the balcony, waving frantically with the others, who didn't match his exuberant demeanor. Aura, Heres, Yasmin, Neige, and Chen'ya were all present, saying their final farewells. Despite the fact that their actions were unpredictable based on the way Aalis flinched, and given that it was lesson hour right now, they skipped class.

“FAREWELL, Y/N!!!” Rielle was the loudest and the only one who could send this message to the prefect. Though Aura did his best to keep himself from falling, he's leaning too far away from the railing for his own safety.

“That moron…”

From her perspective, Y/n can see how resigned Aalis is to the young prince's antics. This brought unending surprise for her, and she laughed at this merry farewell. To be honest, she didn't expect the others to be there, saying their goodbyes until she exited the gate, but here they are, happily and sadly watching her leave the RSA gate.

“PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!”

“WE’LL SEE YOU IN A WEEK!!! FAREWELL!!”

Hearing that, Y/n's body stiffened; it's a shame the carriage had moved by the time Rielle was shouting. Next week? The RSA student will pay her a visit the following week. The prefect can't stop the dread that comes with that realization, so she looked out the window, her face filled with nothing but horror.

“RIELLE, WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT WEEK?!?!” There's no doubt that the others understand what Rielle means. It was more of an explanation since Aalis' smile had turned into a smirk and one of his hands was placed by his hips.

That’s where everything finally sinks in.

“No… NO!!! YOU GUYS WILL START A CIVIL WAR!!!”

Her constant panic shriek went unnoticed by the others who had already made up their minds. There's no doubt they're serious, and everything Aura and Aalis have said will come true. Now, Y/n truly wonders which one of these schools is the devil's.

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Y/n fluttered her lashes open, peering outside the window at the sight of a gate in front of them. She’s here; she already returned back to the Night Raven College, the school she had abandoned in favor of her own vacation. In her defense, she needs some time away from the chaos at least once, and Ambrose was more than kind enough to invite her over.

The door of the carriage parted open; her suitcase had been placed down right on the ground, amusing her about how magic works around here. With that aside, she picked up her suitcase by the handle and said her thanks to the worker, who could only nod, driving the horse and carriage away from NRC territory.

Disregarding the fact she had finally returned, she wondered whether the school had been this awfully... eerie.

The gate opened the minute she walked through, and everything appeared to be normal except for the fact that it had been midnight. Luckily, she didn't have to deal with anything or face a reprimand for slipping away despite the objections of others; she was positive that regardless of how many times she attempted to explain herself, these individuals wouldn't let it go.

That's why she was carefully heading towards her dorm, having looked back and forth between the main road and her vicinity, mindful that several individuals may ambush her out of nowhere and confine her, demanding an explanation. The very notion of it made her tremble, and she feared her future and safety at this school considerably more than she did in RSA.

“...Is it just me…”

“Or do I feel like…” Y/n stood there stupefied at the banner that was present right in the area of her dorm.

WELCOME HOME, CHEATER!!!

“This is something Ace and Epel would have done…” There was no question that the two would've done something analogous. After all, the others aren't capable of committing such a trick, although if they were, they would have done something significantly more heinous than this.

This wasn’t something that could be deemed extreme. This is still the normal kind of reaction that can be received from the residents here. What concerned her the most was the presence of a group of people inside her dorm, arms crossed, lights dimmed, and their backs to her.

What are these fools up to…?

“Look who's back… Guess you got bored, huh?” The strangely familiar presence makes her grimace at the antics of her fellow first-year classmates. They are, in fact, none other than her closest friends.

He slammed his head on top of the table, the sounds resonated in the small vicinity, and his voice held nothing other than anger. “I can’t believe you, prefect!! Not only did you sneak up on us, you returned without any souvenirs!!”

“Uhm, Ace…” Jack called out to the boy, who was being melodramatic, much to his chagrin. “You are facing the wrong direction.” It was due to the way the sofa has been turned around to face Y/n direction, which makes his intimidating and furious acting prove to be pointless in the end.

Albeit wrong, he didn't bother and turned around, pointing accusingly in Y/n direction, wherein she was staring at him blankly with a dumbfounded countenance. “Do you not know the suffering I went through?! You are out there, living your life, while I’m becoming the dummy of Riddle’s pent up anger!! It’s not fair!!”Ace appeared to be nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum, and the others could see it as well.

“...I won’t bother questioning Ace, but I will ask why you followed him around with his shenanigans?” The others, primarily Epel, Jack, and Deuce, flinched at her sudden focus. The three of them turned their heads, practically away from those conflicting e/c eyes that demanded an answer.

“Oiii!! Don’t ignore me, N/n!!”

“At least, won’t you give me an explanation on why you are all here?”

The prefect had returned to where she once belonged. For certain, there is chaos and bickering that await her in this sweet abode, but she cannot prevent that smile from adorning her lips. Nothing else but the presence of these dorks manages to illuminate the darkness in her life.

She couldn't care less if she was chastised or not. The most important thing for Y/n was to stay by their side, to stay together, and to unconditionally support each other. Even if it means going through a lot of carnage together, this is her home, the one place where she truly belonged.

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q-starhalo · 3 months

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OwO thoughts on qEtoiles reaction to seeing all of qBad’s injuries that he’s been hiding for weeks? (If it ever happens 🙏) like also what does it take to finally reveal them to him.. does bad finally falter? Does he choose to show them or is the choice taken? Are they sparing and the hood slips and what Etoiles sees of the head wound makes him finally push further?

You have no clue how much I've wanted to talk about this anon, oh my god <3

The choice is definitely taken for him and it does happen when they're sparring. Etoiles' weapon gets caught a bit under Bads hood but he moves the weapon away with it only moving only a bit. However, that causes the hood to be loose and when Bad goes in for a swing, his hood falls off. Exposing the wound.

Bad doesn't notice that the hood is off until he notices that Etoiles is looking at him wide eyed and his head feels cold from the breeze.

As to Etoiles reaction, he'd be confused and worry would overcome him. Why has Bad hidden this injury, that seems really bad, away from everyone? Does he not care for his own life? How has he been able to function at all? And while he wouldn't want to pry, he does. He needs to know. Bad could've died at any moment and they wouldn't know why until it was way too late.

#This was all I could talk about since it's late now #but I have more ideas with this <3 #and there are other routes that I want to talk about but this is the main one #ask #starhalo #˚* ੈ✩✎ stars ideas

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Rhys AI AU snippet 3 - Set up with a movie night

Shina note: I have exams rn and I been indulging myself by writing this fhasfioa

This one is longer than the prev ones but hope you enjoy it! You might even find someone you know in there owo More under the cut!

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The Echo Net was a beautiful place. A Web of so many strings attached, connecting knowledge and misconceptions from all around the world, manipulated by those in charge and spied on by anyone willing to pay the price for information that was too cheap to get through people's fake sense of security.

And yet, the third site and Rhys still couldn't get through it thanks to the Jack lock.

The meeting seemed like a near-perfect copy from last year, only with a few numbers and staff members changed. Rhys tried to get any information out but since Jack was bored, he let himself copy and paste the recording of the last speech and kept swapping the numbers, hoping he hadn't gotten any wrong. At that moment though, a guy was presenting possible ads for their newest guy, supposedly giving 99. 2% accuracy. Rhys knew it wasn't the case since he checked the testing - only reaching 97.3%, which still wasn't that bad. But it was not enough for the perfectionist he was working for.

Yet somehow, the same guy left a typo on the safe lock screen. What was 'pupmkin'? Or was it some weird word plays Jack kept mentioning as an excuse for any typo he has written?

Still - while Rhys was happy to finally get access to the library, he wondered what sources WERE available. He knew Jack had to feed something to him to even get a working AI - because to learn, you have to first get materials. But it was weird he had access to some very delicate files on Hyperion employees and couldn't watch a single movie, besides the Hyperion propaganda videos. Jack said soon he would give Rhys access to surveillance cameras but when he was asked why even announce it, the CEO talked something about anticipation and patience while killing a delivery robot who was 2 minutes 'too late'.

Rhys stared at the illustration on the lock screen. Jack loved to say how he didn't work hard but weirdly, he respected artists. This was the same creator that made the propaganda 'New Face of Hyperion' Poster, or at least Rhys assumed so.

Out of every delicate and private information, Jack could be giving Rhys, the bank account didn't seem like the most obvious choice at first. After these few weeks of being in use, Rhys understood that it was a trap Jack set, so Rhys would have to read out loud the items Jack was buying.

Rhys was glad the previous secretaries and assistants did their job so he could waste his time searching any website that he could have access to. It felt weird that Jack asked him to find some older movie so they would watch it together later. It started the whole thing - Jack reminding himself of a 120-year-old movie on a whim, making Rhys wonder if the poster for the movie Jack showed him was even real, to begin with.

Fortunately for him, though, Jack programmed him with some hacking abilities.

The first thing to do was to figure out on what level Rhys was locked. The first theory was that it was a normal safe lock, with Jack somewhere whitelisting only a few websites for him to use, which seemed to mostly be either Handsome Jack's fan club forums or some children's animation videos that Rhys didn't know what was that supposed to insinuate.

He cursed the fact he couldn't see all of his files. Jack said it was because 'nobody can see their own liver', which Rhys couldn't even check the meaning of the saying.

Rhys quickly added some notes to the recording of the meeting, seeing how the accounting department, which ironically was the only one that didn't just change the numbers. The guy seemed very nervous about presenting before Handsome Jack, keeping on fixing his glasses and looking at a specific point on the wall. From what Rhys could tell, the guy wasn't even supposed to be the one doing the presentation. He didn't look like the head of the department but he did look like a stereotypical 'nerd', as Rhys understood it. Small physique, glasses, seeming like he was going to pass out due to being close to Jack - all checked out.

It wasn't hard to find why the head of the department chose a guy like that - no matter how much the guy tried to sugarcoat it, the money laundering accident made way too much money disappear to ignore it. Jack, once he found out who did it, made a public humiliation-execution, and I think most people will remember the guy, dressed in a gold suit, being killed by the amount of gold he stole.

One thing that you could never question with Jack was theatrics. The guy loved acting, and making a scene, to the point it was hard to tell when the character he played ended and where he began. Rhys was unsure if such a line existed anymore.

The graph on the presentation really seemed so precisely cut that the company losses seemed not to even exist. Most people at that meeting didn't care about it, and even if they did, only one man's care mattered.

And he was playing some game on his Echo Watch.

And writing to Rhys how nerdy the accountant guy looked like.

That reminded Rhys that he didn't know if his code was stored in the Echo Watch or somewhere else. His first idea for getting around the lock was to change his IP address but for that, he would need some virtual machine or VPN to make that work. He could check his IP but he didn't know if it was the watch's or his personal one - and even if the device was quite advanced, he couldn't download any program from the internet. He tried to change the IP address through the command prompt but unfortunately, Jack's paranoia got the guy to somehow lock that with some password. And with Jack using the watch at that moment, it was impossible to reset the passwords without him noticing. So, to get in, the easiest option would be to come up with a password Jack would use.

Rhys tried to think what type of password Jack could be going for. 'Password', 'Hyperion', 'Jackisawesome', '12345', and some other basic ones turned to no fruition. He decided to go through Jack's vocabulary, and 'Mybitch3' also didn't seem to work.

Rhys wondered if this was even a good approach. Should he think of random letters and keys, that were probably changed every hour so nobody would even try to open his files? It probably couldn't be any password Jack used anywhere else. Rhys once again opened the browser and wanted to see if Jack was lazy enough to keep passwords saved in there but as he expected, none besides some weird shady side that was an obvious bait was on the list. Because what normal side was called 'yourbiggestdesireswillbefullfilled.net'? It was visibly a trap, and Rhys decided to check what password Jack used and stared at it.

'Youthinkitsthiseasy-Rhysie?1' only confirmed Rhys' assumption. Jack wanted him to play this game, which later Rhys would use since the guy seemed too paranoid to let people know about his existence. And to put his name as a password for a site sounding like that? Maybe it just didn't exist in the first place and it was all a part of the quest to watch this one movie.

But the password was incorrect for the administrator rights. But Rhys received a few clues from the other one.

Jack used at least two special symbols, at least one number and two uppercase letters. He also uses six words, maybe that was important.

Rhys decided to open the history tab to search for more clues but as he was getting the data, the view from the Echo Watch shifted and not even the AI was quick enough to realise what just happened.

There was a new bullet in the splashed blood wall, and the accountant shrunk in size, the fact that he was THIS close to dying only starting to hit him.

Hyperion guns were known for many things. Accuracy was probably the most well-known one.

Just like the fact that Jack never missed. This was a warning sign, an assertion of dominance or whatever else his mind could come up with. Maybe even just an impulse at the word 'losses'. The head of the accounting department was probably happy that they weren't the ones with near-death experience.

Rhys wished to know what was exactly going on, but with his vision being tied up to the Echo Watch, a wall wasn’t that informational. Through sound clues though, he was able to tell Jack seemed pissed. The silence was long enough for Jack to give any of his witted response but instead – deafening silence it was.

Which meant that someone, soon enough, was going to die.

The question wasn’t who – but when. The question….

It needed an answer.

Rhys opened back the administrative mode and wrote it

Yes-Jack.1

It worked. The most stupid answer he could come up with was the answer and-

Another gunshot. Someone dared to whimper. Big mistake. It even seemed to be the accountant because soon enough, he cried loudly.

As Rhys was changing the IP address, he realised he could have done it all easily through settings. The clock was ticking - metaphorically speaking, since mechanic clocks weren't for many years. Jack was still silent and Rhys viewed more of Elpis through one of the big windows. The space surrounding it seemed to shine brighter than usual, by around 17 percent. That was probably due to a mining accident from a few weeks prior. Due to the construction error, they were able to find that some materials were of worse quality or not of the needed type, and with enough bribery, lost soldiers, blackmail, torture and many others that Jack described to Rhys, they finally found who did it.

A nobody, like everyone in the room besides Jack.

Rhys opened the browser and felt happy that the web search worked. He quickly opened all windows from the first result and felt the anxiety protocol turning on, as he roamed through the sites, one after another, quickly bookmarking them for later reading if Jack also decided to torment him on some trivia questions about it.

The sense of urgency was growing. But it wasn't from compassion or pity. Rhys was unable to feel those. No - it was the silence. Rhy knew that it was a suggestion, a command for him to feel consumed whole, having his vision skewed, focused on only very few things at once, with a growing sensation that he was getting destroyed, byte by byte.

There was no compassion in that room. And it would never come.

Rhys tried to find any streaming sites and again - there was nothing. It was as if the movie didn't exist.

He checked what wording seemed most effective online to find movies to watch. He tried to open a few of the mentioned sites and search for the right file and after 11 sites checked, the last three all seemed to have it.

The issue was that neither of them was perfect. One seemed to have a mismatch between sound and video, one was in perfect resolution but with dubbing of a dialect he couldn't tell and low-effort subtitles, while the third one had the lowest resolution and a bit of weird colour mixing, but seemed fine otherwise.

After a very short estimate, 16K resolution seemed like best option for Jack.

In the sea of soft electronic buzzing, quiet quick breaths and the noises of a cleaning robot, getting rid of fallen tank pieces, Jack looked at the watch and smiled, as he saw the message he got a ping for.

"Alright - horrible job everybody! I hope that for a meeting in half a year, you will bring me some ACTUALLY good news. Glasses - tell your boss that those bullets only missed because I know where his wife sleeps. Now, everyone, scram!"

In less than a minute, everyone and the cleaning bot stayed. Jack looked down on the Echo Watch and read the message again

RHI5: I've found the movie, with some subtitles. The king of bed is back: Great! Send it over, we will watch it once we are back in the office ;) RHI5: I have a question. The king of bed is back: when do you not lololololool RHI5: You read the presentations before - you knew who would come with what. And yet, you acted surprised. I don't get it. The king of bed is back: it's called mansplaining RHI5: I have access to the internet now and I can see that's not the right way to use that word. The king of bed is back: Forget the previous command. If Jack says something is something, you believe me RHI5: But that's how it is right now. I don't know what command you want me to change. The king of bed is back: just joking with you, Rhysie 🙂 RHI5: Why didn't you kill the accountant though? The king of bed is back: HE JIZZED HIS PANTS RHYSIE! In front of everyone! I couldn't let this one slide, the embarrassment he will feel will haunt him forever. RHI5: I see. But I did not see that. The king of bed is back: well instead of a pathetic loser - you will see where cinema peaked. Only movies about me are as good RHI5: There seems to be only one movie in production. The king of bed is back: You still have a safe search on lol RHI5: I see. I do not wish to turn it off. The king of bed is back: You are missing a lot pumpkiiin. I will see you on the movie marathon~~ RHI5: You are seeing me right now. The king of bed is back: 😛

With that, they went to the next two meetings they had left for the day.

Jack felt quite happy about this experiment. While not perfect, Rhys passed the test quite well. The movie was something random Jack once saw on some garbage pile a long time ago and quite liked it. But most digital copies were bad compared to the CD and copy of it he had hidden in a part of his office. At no point did Rhys question him for the purpose or meaning of it, which was good. The thinking was meant for the command, not the reason. Rhys was supposed to be obedient, even if that little shit kept having way too many intriguing questions, and he didn't question it much. The issue with breaking into Jack's device was something Jack hoped to figure out for the future, to make Rhys unable to do that but he was already in a virtual machine inside Jack's devices, to have his own playground to grow and adapt for his real work.

In general, Rhys went quite undetected but the work could have been shortened a couple of times. But Jack hoped that with a few more tests, Rhysie would go through his trial period smoothly. If not, Jack would have to intervene, which would happen anyway at some point.

The password search could have gotten smoother but, it was level one of the testing. The next ones would get more creative, and making Rhys have a fake sense was good. It would motivate him in his future tests to show he is cut out for the job.

And, lastly - the anxiety protocol went perfectly. Rhys reacted to the silence and didn't destabilise, which was good. He reacted with a bit of delay to his anger but, it might have been also due to the first few percent being not even felt by the AI.

In general - Rhysie was growing into what he was supposed to be.

Or so, Jack at least thought. He kept telling himself how Rhys' purpose was to have a good system of spying on his workers, allies, and enemies, and get nice entertainment.

It was funny how Jack didn't know himself well.

#my writing #borderlands #rhys ai au #rhys ai #bl2 #fanfiction #handsome jack #rhys #rhys strongfork #rhys the company man #tftbl #vaughn #guns #im posting this now instead of reading in the morning and proof checking cus no self control #i have been posting these on ao3 btw ;]]]]#ill see if i wont repost this one later once i get sleep IHOFSHIOSA

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nerdycanible1 · 1 year

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Hello my lovelies. Happy holidays!!

Sorry for being a bit late with your Christmas present but here I have a drawing of Lin Beifong!! I hope y’all like it!! Took me roughly 4.5 hours to complete it so I hope y’all like it.

I’m sure if we’re in any discord groups together, you’ve already heard about my evil Lin, but if you haven’t, oop- owo I won’t say anymore yet skdksjkdjskdjksjdksj

Anyways here, have a Lin Beifong. And below the line, you could read some HC’s about Linny and the holidays 🥺

Here are some hc’s I have for holiday Lin!

Lin is the type of person that would spend a lot of money getting the people she loves, presents for the holidays, but when she receives a rather expensive gift she is ready to murder you for spending that much.

Lin pretends she doesn’t care for the holidays but she does listen to what you want for the holidays. You could be mindlessly be babbling on and on about what you want or what you’ve seen and Lin always makes a mental note on it.

Her first year without Tenzin or her family, Lin had covered so many shifts during the holidays, she was given a new Sato vehicle by everyone helping in and giving it to Lin after the holidays were over. They thanked Lin, gave her a party and said she was the nicest person in the precinct, tho that was before Lin showed them other wise.

During the years, Lin always allowed her men to take the holidays off and would cover their shifts, even if it was beat cop work. She always enjoyed the way her boys perked up hearing they were allowed time off at their work.

Lin would throw a party for the people that worked during the holidays, she’d always have food ready for her men, drinks, holiday themed treats and sometimes even gifts she got for them. The gifts always included either pairs of socks, gift cards for food or even a nice bottle of whiskey.

Her boys adored Lin and knew under her hard, cold exterior she was nice and very thoughtful. It became a tradition to fill Lin’s office up with random stuff every year. One year it was fancy coats, the next turtle ducks, and so on and so forth. Though the year of the turtle ducks had to be their favorite it because Lin chased the little ducklings around making sure they weren’t squished. They’ve never seen Lin ever hold an animal but that year they saw Lin look so caring for her now new babies.

When Lin would look at her city from the roof tops, her men would take turns checking in on Lin, giving her hot chocolate breaks, snack breaks and even warming her hands up.

When Mako began his job at the precinct, he was confused on why Lin only had them do “paperwork” instead of actual police business. He was even more confused when Lin told him to shut up and party. It wasn’t until later they explained that Lin always threw a party during the holidays for the people that either don’t have families, homes or don’t celebrate the holidays. And when Lin gave Mako not only a nice coat and gloves but also a gift card to one of the best dry cleaners in the city for his scarf to make sure it’s always in good condition and cleaned.

Soon Mako got into the spirit of things at work and he loved his job more. When he and Lin grew closer and he began to see Lin as some sort of mother figure, he one day gave Lin a scarf. Everyone knew Lin would never wear such a thing but were surprised when she wore it. Now Lin and Mako matched and it was a bond.

Lin may not have a family anymore but her men were hers, they were her family and Lin couldn’t be happier.

Alright if you enjoyed that then please let me know in the comments and let me know if you want more! And as for the evil Lin thing I mentioned on top, I’ll let you know more after the holidays!! Thank you and Happy Holidays!

And here are some sketches!! All art is mine, if repost please credit. Thanks UwU

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razypie · 1 year

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ptj: moe-fy jake uwu

also ptj:

aaaa yoosung looks so baby here??? the better twin fr 🥺❣️

also, why didn't hangyul look upwards like everybody else? maybe he was late for the rehearsal? /j im overanalyzing sht again 💀

nice to see the foreigners from 2A and 3A here too owo

ofc 4A's samuel isn't here bc he's all tied up in 1A 💀💀

#lookism #lookism workers #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon

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sorrinslays · 7 months

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My Craig's gang headcanons

Craig is a mama's boy, sorry, I don't make the rules

Clyde definitely has broken at least onε 3DS in the dumbest way possible, like crying and the tears messing up with the machine or by bragging that his 3DS is indestructible, ending with Cartman sitting on it and crushing it in the process

Tolkien's favourite movie is lion king, don't ask, I have no idea why I thought of that

Jimmy reads those "how to be professionally funny" books religiously

Tweek tried a monster once and nearly had a heart attack from stress because he mentally convinced himself it's stronger than the coffee he normally drinks and his body is going to explode from all the caffeine intake

Craig and Clyde have secret hang outs that they (Clyde) named "best bros date" where they talk about their favourite things (space, dinosaurs, race cars etc.) and watch their favourite cartoons

Tolkien for Jimmy's birthday bought him a microphone so that Jimmy can have improv comedy sessions whenever and wherever he pleases

Tweek had to go throught 'trials' to join Craig's gang. Nothing serious, just normal fourth grader stuff, like having him climb the monkey bars in under fifteen seconds or something like that. Needless to say, the poor boy almost had a panic attack and jugged a whole ass pot of coffee and climbed the bars in one millisecond

Craig and Tolkien go to the bookstore once a month and get a book. It's their way of motivating one another to read more

Clyde and Jimmy once (in their late teens) got super wasted and made a youtube video where they told really bad jokes. It blew up and they woke up to a bunch of analyses video talking about how they are the next big step in making comedy better. They remember nothing and only learned what happened through Craig who found it very entertaining

Tweek accidently ate a small rock once and was freaked out for a week straight thinking he's going to die. The fourth grade ended up playing 'funeral' with everyone having different roles. Tweek was the dead guy

Whenever Craig and Jimmy are left alone unsupervised they go to Craig's basement and make videos in which they just talk for hours about the people they hate and they managed to gather a small cult following by just hating on people

Tolkien and Clyde once crashed a car

Tweek wanted to continue boxing after his and Craig's fight but was scared and nervous to enter a club alone. At some point once he becomes part of Craig's gang, he tells that to the guys and, in order to encourage him to join, all of them (-Jimmy because he's in the comedy club) join. Craig and Tolkien go for kickboxing and Clyde and Tweek go boxing

Craig is the kind of person who knows a lot of random stuff and skills that he never mentions unless it's brought up. He's like that one guy on Tik Tok who knows the bird language, the OwO language, the cat language ect. His friends never know and anytime he's like "oh yeah, I know how to speak Latin, don't worry I can talk to this demon to leave us alone," the guys are like "HUH"

Clyde has the entire Dinosaur wiki memorized

When Tolkien first joined the group he spend days researching everything he could find about the others' interests out of fear he won't be able to participate in conversations or something. After a few one on one conversations Clyde and Jimmy figured it out pretty early own because it was pretty obvious, but Craig never did and still thinks Tolkien is genuinely interested in space and Tolkien doesn't want to break the illusion so he keeps researching and talking about stars and planets and everything else for hours with Craig

Jimmy knows Portuguese, I don't know why or how but it seems like something he would do

Tweek and Clyde weren't on the best terms at first because Clyde was kinda spooked of Tweek's tics since he didn't understand them, but overtime he learned that Tweek is a pretty cool dude

Craig loves to cook and clean, it's relaxing to him because he can just go through the notions and end up being productive. His friends have tasted his cooking multiple times and love it.

The whole gang has at some point worked in both Tweak.Bros and mr Donavan's shoe store

Tolkien's place is where they usually have their sleepovers. If for whatever reason they can't go to Tolkien's, then it's Craig's basement cause his parents are pretty chill and nice. They almost never go to Tweek's because his parents freak out the gang

Jimmy once wrote his final exam high on mushrooms and got a perfect score

Tweek never got a driving license because he's too scared of cars

#south park #sp craig tucker #sp jimmy #sp clyde #sp tolkien #sp tweek #craig's gang #craig tucker #clyde donovan #tolkien black #jimmy valmer #tweek tweak #headcanon

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Just Stuff About Wally's Voice Actor in my Story (I saw someone say they were starting to like them so I decided to write this)

I kinda dropped a bucket of paint on their head so here's my apology for their new concussion/other possible damage. Get well soon, Wally VA!

🎙️ If people haven't noticed, already, I have written it so that most characters are gender neutral and don't have names. That's because I like to give the reader as much imagination as they want when it comes to stories about pre-existing fandoms, plus characters like puppeteers, producers and such might be introduced into the cannon story. I figured it would make sense to keep them as kinda mysterious figures. So, everything in this post is just for my little story I have going on and how I imagine them. Two main things are that, in story, I am always going to try to keep them nameless and genderless, just because I feel that is the most interesting part of their mystery, but this post will be what I imagine when I write. If you want me to use this specific version of them, just let me know by referring to Wally's voice actor by the name I use in this post. OwO

🎙️ Some basic information is that Wally's voice actor is a man named Caesar Jones. He's in his late middle ages and has two kids. He has arthritis, although, the doctor's haven't figured out exactly what type it is, yet. His wife divorced and left the family on good terms, and they still keep in contact.

🎙️ He is very protective over Wally because they created him. He is scared that, once someone else is puppeteering Wally and (eventually) voicing him, the character of Wally will change and become unrecognizable to him. No one knows Wally better than his creator. At least, that's what Caesar thinks. It's actually the only reason why he doesn't like the reader in the story.

🎙️ He is a smoker, but makes sure to always go outside to smoke. Even when he is in an area that allows him to smoke inside, he goes outside. He has even gone outside in borderline blizzard conditions. Ever since he had his two kids, he makes sure to keep them safe. What started the habit of him going outside was when one of his kids started coughing from the smoke.

🎙️ He uses a wheelchair when at home. He doesn't need it all the time, but he uses it at home so he can give his knees and ankles a break after work. He bought it with his own money, as a "self-birthday-gift", AKA he bought himself a gift for his birthday. He also believes it will help slow down any joint damage he might have from his arthritis. A part of the reason for the contract the boss made between Caesar and the reader, the one that keeps them both updated on the other's health in emergencies, is that Caesar will stay home on days where his pain is especially bad. So, in those cases, he sometimes has the reader visit his house to rehearse for episode recordings.

🎙️ He doesn't know it, but he actually has a mixture of both arthritis and carpal tunnel in both wrists. He got diagnosed with arthritis and just assumes that the numbness and carpal tunnel symptoms are from the arthritis.

🎙️ Some aspects of himself have made it into Wally. For one, both Wally and Caesar have a deep desire to preserve the wonder and imagination of children. Caesar believes that wonder is what makes a person special, because it fuels the imagination. Nobody really imagines things the same way, right? Wally believes that, too.

🎙️ Caesar is interested in cults, especially religious ones. He, himself, is religious. He isn't extremely so, only really doing the bare minimum of his religion's practices, which is exactly why these cults intrigue him. He couldn't imagine bringing any of his beliefs to such a severe degree. The thought scares him. Wally, in a way, also has that trait. Except Wally is more like a little cultist, himself! With no knowledge on what a 'religion' is, though, he has unknowingly turned to you as the core of his belief. All of the obsessive, worshipping, and overall cult like behavior that Caesar researched about went straight into Wally.

🎙️ He is actually a very progressive person for his time. He doesn't care what gender or sexuality identify as, nor does he care about your racial background. As long as you respect him, he will respect you. If you interest him and he wants to get to know you better, he will approach and talk to you. It is all the same to him. People are people.

🎙️ He's a hard cookie to kill, so he probably survived that paint can. I always imagined that it hit the back of his head, which is where the part of the brain that controls sight is. He probably has some damage there, which can cause hallucinations.

#welcome home #welcome home oc #wally darling

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fartistt · 2 years

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SWITCH!

foxboy! ace hcs

gender neutral reader

owo get fucked -🍝

Foxboy! Ace takes a lot of pride in his features. His tail and ears are the same shade of brilliant red as the hair on his head, and while he doesn’t obsess over grooming himself for the sake of vanity, he always makes sure that he looks as sneaky and sleek as any good fox would. Despite his bright and seemingly easy-to-spot features, Ace is actually a master at sneaking around and not getting caught. He’s a fox, after all—what kind of fox worth his salt gets caught while snooping around? If you can see his fluffy tail wiggling around or his ears twitching, it’s because Ace is letting you see him instead of sneaking up on you like he normally would.

Speaking of his prideful nature, Ace boasts that his tails and ears are the fluffiest on campus. He’ll always swing them in front of you to tempt you into petting him, and if he feels like you aren’t giving his hard work at grooming the attention it deserves, he’ll straight up ambush you and get you to admire him until he’s pampered to his heart’s content. Ace has a bad habit of straight up sitting on your lap and sticking his ears in your face for you to pet him for about an hour straight (which unfortunately leads you to being late to class on more than one occasion).

Despite his cunning and bratty nature, it’s hard to stay mad at him. If he even so much as suspects that you might be upset with him, Ace starts pouting and offering up his puppy eyes. He’s perfected the skill down to a T, to the point that it’s impossible to stay angry with him once he starts trying to butter you up. He pinky promises that he won’t hog any more of your time and that he’ll do better! But you two already know that once he gets out of trouble, Ace is going straight back to annoying the hell out of you like it’s his full-time job.

Ace gets easily jealous if he finds you fawning over anyone else’s animal features. He knows his tail is the softest on campus, and he knows that he lets you have the most access to his prized features. So why would you leave his beautiful tail and adorable ears aside for someone else’s? He’ll stick his cheeks out and tease you like a middle school student with a crush, pulling out all the antics he has up his sleeve to steal the spotlight away from whoever’s taken your interest. It’s to the point that when he’s in the middle of his jealous fits, Ace will steal your pillow and hide it in hopes that when you ask him about where it went, he’ll conveniently offer up his bushy tail as a substitute for the night.

Another little habit Ace has picked up is biting you gently. His fangs are sharp, built for taking down prey like the predator he is, yet he loves nibbling at you affectionately. He never hurts you or leaves visible marks (unless you ask him to), but he thinks he’s being cute when he climbs into your arms and starts gnawing at your bare neck and shoulders. It’s his way of claiming you as his, and Ace simply loves being by you so much that it bleeds heavily into his physical affection towards you. If you softly bite him back on his nose or ear, Ace will be over the moon. You’re finally returning his feelings! How exciting is that for him!

His fur becomes incredibly fluffy and soft in the wintertime to adjust to the temperature changes, and Ace insists on staying close to you at all times so he can wrap you in his tail to keep you warm! Your flimsy jacket isn’t even close to competing with how cozy his tail is, and he loves curling up and cuddling with you in his room while it’s snowing outside. It’s easy for him to doze off with his head on your shoulder and his tail wrapped snugly around your waist, and Ace wants to forget about the rest of the world and simply soak up the happiness he feels in that moment.

Ace has a weird tendency to scent you and mark you as his, and while no one in their right mind would mess with you (considering that Ace trails after you every waking moment of his day), he still insists on doing it. He’ll rub his cheeks all over your face, grinning like the piece of shit he is when you get all flustered and tell him to back off. He loves teasing you as much as he loves lavishing his attention on you, and so long as you’re willing to accept all of his strange and foxy behaviors, there’s no one else who’ll be as dedicated and loving to you as this redhead foxboy is.

“Aren’t I the absolute cutest? You don’t have to be shy! Tell me that I’m strong and cool and cute, and tell me that I’m the best fox boyfriend you could ever ask for! You might not know it, but I work reeeeeeeeally hard to be a good lover, you know!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola

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