#...techincally. he's so very small though

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

[Long Post. Canon typical violence and blood]

Scars. Or "Kallamar and how he got his terror of death"

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm...if we go by fanon that the peach tree by the hut is one of the immortal peach trees SWK grew after throwing up a pit he had swallowed...

I am simply curious if Peaches of Immortality taste the same across the multiverse and I think this bunch of monkeys would also want to indugle in that idea.

Would be funny, after cutting up one into slices, they tasted differently to each, like...

"Damn, who put a factories worth of sweetener in here? I can feel cavities forming!"

"Why is it spicy?"

"Mine tastes like water...."

...etc.

Went down a small rabbit hole.

Peaches of Immortality are supposed to taste like ambrosia and nectar of the gods - and one line in Journey to the West suggests that the wine made from it makes other alcohols taste of ash.

But I hc that the taste of the peaches is affected by how the eaters see their own relationship with immortality and the Heavens as a whole. The Peaches in each of the Monkey's worlds taste is very different despite the peaches being techincally the same species.

Lego Monkie Kid: His taste *very* sweet. Addicitiively so. After a while the aftertaste reminds one of chewing gum thats had it's flavoring "chewed out". Marvellous on first bite, but the last leaves you yearning for something different. The wine tastes like the best champagne, but it leaves a terrible hangover.

HeroIsBack: Has a firm snap to the flesh that prepares you for a mild tartness within. After the inital taste it becomes sweeter. You'd find yourself satisfied with just one fruit. The wine is very heady, you get drunk very quickly.

Reborn: Very mushy and a little sour. Although one may see it initially unpleasant, the aftertaste is far more forgiving. You're tempted for one more. Wine is like a limoncello, great when mixed into an icy drink.

Netflix: Nothing. The Peach tastes like nothing. What a waste. The wine is even worse - maybe it's only meant for cooking?

NewGods: Tastes like peach-flavoured medicine. Something you have to take rather than enjoy. You'll probably just eat one half and save the other for later. The wine is a little better; tastes like an expensive rose but not extraordinary.

2000sCartoon: Tastes like a normal if-not-very-watery peach. You don't get what the big deal was. You would have been just fine with a regular peach from home. The wine tastes like sweet water.

Meihouwang: Tastes obnoxiously sweet. Like a whole bag of halloween candy. After a few bites you're done - your teeth start to ache. The kids seem to really like it though, and go through a whole bowl in one sitting. The wine is similarly sweet, like a syrupy liquer.

Smash: The shape of the fruit is familiar, but the taste is anything but. You'd swear that there was some sort of cinnamon-like spice inside of the flesh. It's addicting and you don't blame those who would eat a tree's worth in a single frenzy. The wine has a surprisingly low alcohol content, like a wine cooler.

[thelazuliwitch]

Soulmate Au planning!!! Okay I don't think I am gonna post the outline here because, spoilers. But I think the general idea now is, 20 chapters. First chapter Yuno and Noelle, second chapter is Asta and Lolo, and going on. Pacing, I think each chapter is 3k words, but I also am worried about time skips, because you know they are going to exist. Like??? This is definitely a fic that works moment to moment, and not with the show exactly. I think chapter 1-2 (maybe only 1) will be when they are babies (and by babies I mean like six-seven) though. _____ Okay worldbuilding! And this I would love to hear your thoughts on. We know this is a share pain soulmate au. And I want Yuno to know, and Asta to be clueless until later on. We know mana and the soul are interconnected, souls are a pretty big thing in the Black Clover universe. And I recall that kids have higher magic amounts to their adult counterpart (baby Noelle's mana > teen Noelle's mana--- hence why her siblings treated her poorly). They learn to control it and it stabilizes over time, but expected to learn control quickly. Could be wrong, so let me know. So maybe the soul is awakened with mana, and the more mana you have, the faster your bound develops. So maybe Noelle, Yuno, and Lolopechka are freaks for starting to feel pain so easily. While Asta, getting his grimoire is like the defibrillator to his soul, and he suddenly can feel his soulmates pain. But here is when things get interesting!!! When dealing with Yuno and Asta, you can't ignore that they are both connected with another soul. Asta and Liebe, with how they share a grimoire, and Yuno with Licht and Tetia's dead half-elf baby with how they share a body. And I think that could be fun to play with. Like I don't think Yuno is connected to Leibe, but I think he feels the smallest traces of Liebe's pain, because his souls are slighly connected to Liebe too, simply because the soulbound is being channeled to Asta through the grimoire. It could be interesting, actually, if all of Yuno's pain went to Liebe in the beginning, but once Asta gets' the grimoire Asta starts to feel Yuno's pain in small doses, but he feels the pain of both the souls. I feel like Dead-half-elf-baby techincally is Yuno, like he grew up in Yuno, could for some part only experienced what Yuno did, and the only name he ever had attached to him is Yuno. But he isn't Yuno, and no matter if he was dormant (which I don't think he was because Yuno was using his magic), felt emotional pain. I guess what I'm saying, is maybe Asta and Yuno just have a very complicated bound because Yuno has two souls, Asta is connected to another in a very different way that he is to Yuno's souls, and Asta doesn't have any magic power. So he needs his grimoire to even start feeling pain. Also because it is emotional pain, what if Yuno decided to bottle his emotions, because he at a young age could feel Asta's (even if didn't know it at the time), and was like. fuck, can't do that to my soulmate and just started checking out from what he was feeling.

What are your'e thoughts?

[monards]

hi snuggle muffin

so you said Alicia is mysterious right now but like..how?? i played the game and this bitch is just kinda open. like,, dead gf, mean, somehow has gray hair. everything kinda checks out so like maybe explain a little more???? also,, what is she to bureaucracy?? bc she seems to not like him very much. oh and, what happened with beargrass and his family? since they were like. rude gazillionares or whatever

hiiii electtra; ilysm fooor this ask because i love the chance to be a little annoyying about my favorite mean women (even though you just made me go through hell with your other one.)

youre absolutely right about her being open, but the thing is that it feels more like the false-openness. Like, realistically,, the player really only knows most this stuff from context clues!! Techincally, she never techincally admitted to having a dead gf, but beaford literally just made a wlw and dried lilys joke and alicia freezed up like a fish out of water. So. You sorta realize.

Also, we really only know tidbits of her motives and stuff, but thats it. theyre only small bits. She has a board in the office about a hotel incident from three years ago; is it just a random story? Is it something she was apart of? Did dried lily girl die in it? What about it ??? ALICIIA PLEASE!!!!!! Plus, her motives to bringing Beaford back on the surface ARE what she says it is. Repay for making Alicia go through that shit because he got possessed by some demon. But also; he's probably one of the first examples of the supernatural ACTUALLY being the supernatural in her experince. And what do we know she is?? Skepticle of the super natural. So seeing a whole ass demon possess this really pathetic college drop out is defiently something Alicia finds horribly important considering shes searching for some proof to the super natural. Because really guys.. do you think Alicia Wilkershire went to her highschool guidance counselor sayng she wanted to be an ordained minister and excorist? Yeah, no. That is NOT how it works!!!!!

Alsoooo, i think her and beaford have both a really complicated and a really simple relationship simultaneously. Because on one hand; they are what they are on the surface. Beaford works for Alicia to pay back for the shit he pulled with that demon possession thing. On the other hand; there's WAY more than that.

Alicia is not a very warm and kind person, by like, any means. She's over six feet tall, spicaze herself described her as mean, and she literally repeteadly kicks at beaford WHILE HES DOWN even after the demon stopped possessing him actively. But shes seen being at least a lot kinder with beaford. She watched that one anime with him not even a month into knowing him (even if she bemoans it, actively) and even went far enough to find a reedeeming quality in it (I.E the fashion) !!!!! She lets him poke fun at him (even though, to be fair, she absolutely decks him everytime he does.) And to be frank; this is not stuff that Alicia do with just any person. We can tell shes awkward with most clients; but even when first meeting beaford, she was way more casual and comofortably speaking then she does with Naomi (who she has to lean back on Beaford to talk to !!!!)

Obviously this doesnt take away fromt he fact Alicia IS still a bit (very) mean to beaford. But it's just. Way different from how she treats others. Which is why I'm very convinced its because Beaford reminds her of dried lily girl; especially consdering the aspect of how they have VERY similar speech traits and personailities in regards to Alicia (Poking fun at her, seeing her differently than others do, etc..) especially consdering the conversation we see in the knife ending where Alicia is (presumably) speaking to dried lily in the after life.

Also. I'm pretty sure its canon that Beaford just up and left without saying anything. His family is obviously very rigid in the fact that theyre all doctors and expect the same from Beaford. Plus considering his shock at seeing the photo of him and sister still in his sisters room-- I can really only presume his home life wasn't really the best. So him just up and leaving isnt too shocking/unwarranted

Anyways I really lvoe these two and i'll probably make a post later about them. Thank you Electra. Your sins have been forgiven.

[uniqxely]

renaissance au

au based on the renaissance period where mika is heir to the throne and yuu travels the world as a merchant who sells hand-crafted toys. after hearing that mika's kingdom is the capital for trading, yuu quickly arrives despite not knowing a lick of their native language.

on a day where he manages to sell nothing, yuu, disgruntled with his lack of sells, stumbles across a beautiful, secluded pond deep in the forest. unbeknownst to him, the land is owned by the royal family and by being on it, he's techincally tresspassing.

fortunately, when he's caught by the mika, he's treated with kindness though is completely unaware that he has met the prince. despite their entire interaction being a complete shitshow, mika asks for yuu to return so that he could teach yuu his language and vice versa

although mika knows japanese, he pretends he doesn't in hopes that the man comes back (after all, he has no friends). at first, that's their entire ordeal until mika learns that yuu makes toys for a living. he secretly sends out one of his men to buy everything from yuu after learning that he hasn't made very much ever since he arrived. its then when mika realizes he has accidentally fallen in love with the raveonette, despite being wedded to another. fearing that he might not have much time to spend with yuu, he confesses in hopes that the other reciporacates. when he does, they share a cute kiss, leaving both of them flustered. the initial awkwardness fades pretty easily, and soon enough, they both are teenages blinded by love. however, things begin to go down hill when yuu begins to question mika's identity.

it's only when he discovers that mika is the prince when he overhears a couple talking about his odd absence from the public. when yuu confronts him about it, mika confesses everything (like, everything). yuu doesn't seem very upset about it, so when he stops visiting mika, the blonde takes the iniatives and invades his home he's shocked when he finds everything in yuu's small home empty, who tells mika that he's returning to his home country in 3 days in order to take care of his sick mother and that he doesn't know when or if he'll ever come back.

yuu holds mika close when the other begins to panic and hyperventilates, going back on his word and promising that he'll return. knowing that he was lying for mika's own good, the prince gets up and leaves, telling yuu that he wishes him the best of luck.

[jenoptimist]

you may have only gotten half a pudding cup but you got yourself a real life Disney Prince, so who’s the real winner?

✮ Pairing: kunhang x reader (gender neutral)

✮ Genre: fluff

✮ Word count: 5.8k

♡ Yakult says: hendery!!!!in!!glasses!!!!!!! pls i love him sm 🥲

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There was a phone number in you calculus textbook that you were one hundred percent sure you never wrote down. Not that you could, anyway, considering that it was a library book. Well, no, techincally you could write it in but you wouldn’t dare. The longer you stared at the handful of digits, the more you freaked out. You absolutely could not afford to be fined! The whole reason why you borrowed it from your college library was so that you didn’t have to spend money in the first place!

After gathering your materials and stuffing them into your bag, you hurriedly left your local library. You fished your phone out of your pocket, scrolled through your – admittedly pathetically short – list of contacts and called the person who you suspected wad the source of your small dilemma.

“‘Sup?” Yangyang greeted.

“Be honest with me,” you said seriously, immediately cutting to the chase, “were you the one who wrote the number?”

There was a beat of silence, and then, “what number?”

“You know,” you urged as you neared the apartment complex that the two of you lived in. “The one in my calculus textbook? I borrowed it from the college library and I don’t want to get into shit if they find it.”

“That wasn’t me!”

“Oh really?” You asked in disbelief as you hopped into the elevator and punched the number to your floor. After what you dubbed as, ‘The Spaghetti Incident of 2018’ you could never be too sure with him. When he replied that he didn’t, you asked him another two times. Throughout your friendship with Yangyang, you found that the trick to getting him to admit the truth was to keep badgering him until he either: got fed up or thought that whatever he did was no longer funny.

“I swear on my Hot Wheels!”

You hummed in consideration. His Hot Wheels collection was his utmost pride and joy - second only to his large sneaker collection - especially since he owned a handful of exclusive and rare ones. They were all displayed neatly on several shelves on one of the walls in his bedroom. They were even color coordinated and everything! Sometimes, when you went to offer him some food, you found him staring at them with a wide smile, his eyes full of admiration.

“Oh,” you frowned as you grabbed your keys from your jacket pocket but before you could slot your key into the lock, the door opened. Yangyang, the dork, greeted you over the phone even though he stood in front of you, a boyish grin displayed on his face. You rolled your eyes, not able to smother your smile as you hung up and stepped inside, locking the door behind you. It was noticeably warmer than usual and the apartment smelled if something toasty, which only meant one thing. “Pizza?” You guessed confidently.

Just as he gave you an affirmative, the oven began beeping to signal that it was finished. As Yangyang brought everything to the coffee table in front of your couch, you slipped off your shoes, dropped your bag and shrugged your coat off. While he cut the pizzas into almost even slices, you grabbed two cans of soda from the fridge.

Although it was still piping hot, you couldn’t help but take big bites. Your slice of doughy goodness was diminished within seconds. Solving calculus problems did thay to you. It was your least favorite module of the semester and brought on a headache whenever you left your lectures.

“This is so good.” You remarked as you took another slice. You loved a good margherita from Dominos but there was nothing like a frozen pizza from your local supermarket—the additives was probably what made it delicious, the cheap price just happened to be a bonus. Yangyang definitely felt the same, seeing as how the two of you devoured both pizzas within minuts, silence taking over the room.

You took a sip of your soda after popping open the top. “I”–you didn’t like the mischief that danced in uour room-mate’s eyes–“dare you to call the number.”

In your haste to swallow it, the soda passed through your throat uncomfortably, as if it were a large stone. “Nuh-uh.” You said with a shake of your head. There was absolutely no way you were going to call that number! You were just going to forget that it was even there. Or maybe you would return the book and hope that the next unfortunate student who will borrow it would be the one to pay whatever fine they had for ‘defacing public property’, as the college liked to call it. You didn’t know how many people had a calculus module in their course but you sure hoped that it was a large number.

“Awh come on, y/n!” At the firm shake of your head, he folded his arms and pouted slightly. A moment of silence passed and then, “I’ll give you a twenty.”

You took another sip of your soda as you mulled it over. “How about a ten and your last mango pudding cup for a text?”

Yangyang sucked a breath through his teeth. “That’s a tough bargain.” You shrugged, he hogged the other five pudding cups for himself so if he really wanted you to call this mystery person, he would have to give up the remaining one. “Okay, what if I give you fifteen and we split the pudding cup.”

“Better than nothing.” You conceeded after a second of thinking it over.

Yangyang’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he held out his hand for you to take. Once you shook it, the two of you quickly cleaned up. Not even ten minutes later, the last pudding cup and two spoons were on the table along with the textbook, opened on the page with the number on it. Yangyang leaned closer to your shoulder, his head practically resting on top of yours as he watched you type in the number and text.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

hey! i found ur number on a textbook i borrowed from the library so i thought i’d say hi i guess?

“Now we wait.” Yangyang said as he returned to his seat and opened the pudding cup. He handed you your spoon and the two of you dug in, eventually fighting for the last bit.

The reply came when you and Yangyang were watching Into The Spiderverse. Neither of you paused the movie when you heard the notification sound your phone let out—you had seen it countless times; twice when it was in cinemas and every so often whenever it was on Netflix.

You were slightly nervous about the reply, which was silly considering that you didn’t even know the person, but you opened up the text anyway so that it would be over and done with.

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Hi. My friend just told me he wrote it in there before I transferred. I’d be grateful if you could rub it out or use correction tape to get rid of it. Also, please delete my number.

You pursed your mouth at the response. It wasn’t as if you were hoping to be best friends or anything but the prospect of befriending someone had definitely excited you. You had college friends but that was liferally what they were: friends who you only saw in college. None of them hung out with you outside of college and whenever you did offer, they would either say yes to humour you – which, unfortunately, was blatantly obvious – or came up with an excuse. Which sucked, for obvious reasons but you would survive. The only people you had actually managed to successfully befriend were Yangyang (because he was looking for a room-mate at the time) and his best friend, Dejun.

“Uh-oh,” came Yangyang’s voice. “What did they say?” He was quick to read the text after you turned your phone to show him the screen. “Whoever it is, they’re very, um,” he paused for a moment while he thought of a fitting description, scratching his head, “grammatically correct?” At your nod of agreement, he added, “at least he said ‘please’.”

You shrugged as you typed a quick reply. “I guess.”

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

sure thing

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Thank you.

The two of you refocused your attention to the movie, the texts completely forgotten once you received his reply. Later that night, you did as you were requested and used correction tape to hide the number—which was written in neat, tiny green ink. You were aware that covering the numbers in correction tape would also be considered as ‘defacing public property’ too, but it was for the sake of the stranger’s privacy. It seemed as though you were the fiest to contact the number but, still, if you were in their position, you wouldn’t like your number to be in public property either.

As for the text, you took a screenshot of it for Yangyang, who asked for it so that he could show Dejun while he typed away in your groupchat, and then erased the number from your phone.

*

Two weeks later, you found yourself sitting at the study desk in your room, staring helplessly at the blank answer boxes of the calculus assignment you had been told to complete and submit before the end of next week. You wanted to cry in frustration as you redirected your gaze down to your notebook where you had been trying to solve the equations. The entire page was a mess and your desk was coverd with eraser bits. It had gotten to the point where some parts of the page had gone grainy, like it always did when you repeatedly erased something on the same area. There wasn’t a single problem that you managed solve—no matter how hard you tried. It was pathetic, really.

With a sigh, you decided to take the break that you had put off, not wanting to take one until you solved a problem (ha!) as a reward. Maybe you would rewatch the entire Twilight saga again (Dejun had managed to convince you to read the series a couple of months back and the movies had become something like a guilty pleasure of yours,) because it was clear that you were going absolutely nowhere.

Just as you had started Eclipse, you heard the door open but didn’t bother moving from your spot. In fact, you hadn’t moved since you started your movie marathon a few hours ago because you were all too comfortable buried inside your fluffy blanket on the couch.

“Perfect timing!” Dejun’s rich voice bellowed, “it just started.” There was the sound of socked feet running towards the couch and then he lifted your legs, sat down and laid them down on top of his lap.

“Hey Dejun.” You greeted, raising your hand for a high five.

When he slapped his palm against yours, he asked, “how’re you doing?”

Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Yangyang spoke up. “Judging from the Twilight marathon that’s going on,” there was a hissing sound of a can opening and the audible sound of him taking a quick sip of whatever canned beverage he was holding, “not very good.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed but your your friend only shrugged, smiling amusedly. “He’s right though,” you grumbled, “I’m really struggling with calculus at the moment.” Struggling was an understatement. You really wanted to pass it because you definitely didn’t want to repeat the exam. That would be a nightmare.

Dejun looked at you sympathetically before he made an affronted noise in his throat, one that you felt deeply in your soul as he turned to face Yangyang. “The Twilight saga is a cinematic masterpiece and you absolutely cannot change my mind.”

“Okay,” the blond replied, clearly up for the challenge. “But it’s not better than Shrek now, is it?”

“Shrek?” Dejun repeated incredulously. “Shrek is an iconic classic but the Twilight saga? Definitely on a different wavelength. The scene in New Moon where Bella just sits on her chair looking out the window soullessly? Perfection! It was a fantastic book to movie adaptation. And don’t even get me started on—”

“As thrilling as your debate is becoming,” you said, interrupting the point that the brunet was about to make, “I’d really love to continue the movie so I can hear young BooBoo Stewart say, ‘newest, bestest, brightest’ to help me feel a crumb of joy.” You were unable to find it in yourself to feel guilty about cutting in. They could take their debate somewhere else while you continued to wallow in your feelings of failure.

The pair read your mood easily and shrugged at one another in concession. Dejun patted your leg lightly in comfort as Yangyang jumped on the couch to sit on your other side, giving you a quick side-hug before focusing on the movie. It was silent up until Rosalie finished telling Bella her the story about her past.

“I’ve been thinking,” Dejun spoke up.

“Uh-oh.” Yangyang muttered playfully to you, his voice purposefully loud. You huffed out a laugh before lightly digging your elbow into his side, knowing that he’s had an awful share of ideas in the past.

Dejun stuck his tongue out at him but continued with what he began saying instead of retaliating. “Why don’t you text that person? The one whose number was in the textbook you borrowed? They must have done the module or something.”

You considered what he said seriously, even pausing the movie so that you could discuss it with him. “What if they didn’t though? What if it was their friend who borrowed the textbook? They did say that it was their friend who wrote it there.”

“Then you could just ask their friend for help.” Yangyang piped up. It was a statement that you couldn’t counter but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t try to.

“I don’t have their number anymore,” you said to them. “They asked me to delete it, remember?”

“And that’s where you’re wrong,” Dejun told you as he reached into one of the pockets of his jeans and fished out his phone. Yangyang leaned over slightly and the two of you watched as Dejun quickly swiped his finger up his phone. “Here you go!” He said brightly, turning his phone so that you were facing the screen. And there it was: the screenshot that Yangyang asked you to take so that he could send it to Dejun. There was no way you could weasel your way out of this situation now.

“Okay,” you relented, “I’ll text them after we finish this saga.”

“If you text them after this movie, I’ll pay for take-out.” Yangyang bribed, eager for this idea to take place.

You weighed out the pros and cons briefly before agreeing with him. It would be a win-win situation: you would get take-out and a possible tutor. It seemed as if time moved quicker because the movie felt as though it finished within a few minutes. As Yangyang dialed the number for a local take-out place, you slowly typed out a text, him and Dejun watching you with hawk eyes.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

hi! it’s me again. i know you don’t know me but could you please help me with calc? or your friend, whoever borrowed the textbook. please. i feel like my brain is melting

You flung your phone on the table, laid back down on the sofa and released a long sigh. It would be a lie if you said that you weren’t hoping that they would say yes. You were trying your best but it was as if your brain refused to coorperate with you when it came to calculus. If only Yangyang or Dejun were enrolled in the same course as you. It was often that you thoughr that wistfully, especially during times such as this.

It was when you were about to shove a huge lump of lo mein into your mouth that your phone lit up, indicating that you received a notification. You stuffed the noodles into your mouth and grabbed your phone off of the table, dropping your wooden chopsticks into the rest of your dish.

“What did they say?” Dejun asked as he bit into an egg roll.

“Depends,” you read out. “Would I get paid for it?” You practically exclaimed the last part. It was fair that they were wondering about payment after all, who would want to tutor for free? The thought of the amount in your bank account had you cringing, you couldn’t afford to pay for a tutor at the minute. Although, you couldn’t afford to fail your module, either. So it was a lose-lose sotuation. You sighed before shoving another chopstick full of noodles into your mouth as you thought of a reply, eyes never leaving your screen. “How can I say, ‘no I cant’t but I really need your help’ without sounding desperate?”

“You can’t.” Yangyang replied matter-of-factly, chewing on his mapo tofu.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

no but u’d have my gratitude forever???????

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Oh.

[typing. . .]

I’ll have to think about it.

[typing. . .]

Just kidding! I’ll help you out, free of charge. Would you like to do it over the phone or meet IRL?

You cheered loudly when their last text delivered. “I’m guessing they said yes?” Dejun said, smirking smugly. You nodded, grinning widely as your fingers flew on the keyboard in your phone.

to: 13X XXXX XXXX

omg ur a lifesaver!!!!! maybe over the phone?? it’ll probably be more convenient foe the both of us :)

from: 13X XXXX XXXX

Gotcha. We can discuss our schedule sometime tomorrow.

*

Your tutor, Wong Kunhang, was surprisingly really helpful. He was much more friendly than you thought he would be, immediately introducing himself after greeting you over the phone. For the entire three hours that the two of you were on the phone, he was nothing but the epitome of patience. Not only that, but he explained everything in a way that you could easily understand and even cracked a lame joke or two to break the tension whenever he noticed that you were becoming incredibly frustrated. By the end of the session, you felt microscopically better about calculus. While you couldn’t say that you were especially ecstatic for the upcoming lectures and assignments, it was safe to say that, while you had a long way to go, things were sort of looking up.

from: Wong Kunhang (tutor)

Same time next week?

to: Wong Kunhang (tutor)

definitely!!

[typing. . .]

also if ur comfortable with it can we pls video chat instead?? i think it would be much quicker than us sending each other pictures back and forth

from: Wong Kunhang (tutor)

That’s a good idea! I can’t believe we didn’t think of it earlier ahahaha.

*

As you worked through the practice problems that Kunhang prepared for you, you couldn’t help but sneakily stare at your phone to catch a glimpse of him repeatedly. It sure came as a surprise when it came time for the video call and you found yourself face to face with a Disney Prince who came to life. There was no other way to sum up how handsome he was. He somewhat reminded you of Prince Eric—what with his black hair, wide, bright eyes and kind smile. It wasn’t as if you thought or expected that he would he unnattractive. In fact, you hadn’t really wondered about what he would look like at all since you had a long list of priorities. None of which included thinking about whether or not you would find your tutor attractive.

But still. Kunhang was definitely one of those people who were blessed with beauty and brains. One of the Universe’s favorites, if you will.

“You good? Are you stuck on something?” You started at Kunhang’s voice, eyes flying from your phone to your page and back to meet his expectant look. You murmured a negative and resolutely kept your gaze on your work for the next half an hour to avoid a repeat of what had just jappened.

*

After nearly two months, the tutoring session had become a bi-weekly thing. Sort of. Somewhere in between you whining about every question but toughing it out and him encouraging you while also lightly teasing you, you and Kunhang became friends. One of the two sessions somehow always ended up with the both of you chatting, completely abandoning the unsolved equations in favor of getting to know one another, or, mostly recently, switching back and forth between the show that the two of you suggested to one another.

This week you would be tuning into his suggestion, Love Death + Robots. Kunhang would talk every now and again during some parts, especially when it came to his favorites, but you found that you didn’t really mind. Not when he sounded so (adorably) excited about it. The series itself was pretty good so far albeit short – six episodes in total, and the two of you were already on the fourth one – which meant that the you that you recommended (The Office because you were astounded that he hadn’t watched at least one episode) would soon become the primary source of entertainment since the two of you were only on season three.

As you stood in the snacks aisle, internally debating one which type of popcorn you should purchase (salted or buttered? the microwaveable kind or loose kernels? also, which brand? there were so many options, maybe too many,) your phone vibrated in your pocket. Swapping your basket from your non-dominant hand to your dominant one, you pulled out your phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” Kunhang greeted back brightly, “uh, so listen, I know we have our thing later but one of my sisters is moving out of her apartment and she asked me to help. Is it okay if we cancel?” The poor guy sounded super apologetic.

“Yeah, totally! Help her out!”–briefly, you thought about offering your assistance before deciding against it because that would be awkward and weird. Weirdly awkward. Awkwardly weird. Whatever–“I mean, it’s not like what we do is a set thing, anyway. I’ll probably ask the guys to hang out instead.” You eyed your basket full of snacks and made a mental note to grab the particular brand of potato chips that Dejun liked, already predicting that he would agree.

The silence that followed seemed to stretch on for hours on end. You would have assumed that the line dropped or went dead for some reason but you could definitely hear some shuffling sounds on the other side and, in a totally non-creepy way, Kunhang’s breathing.

“Right,” he finally replied, drawling the word out. There was another silence that felt extremely awkward. You wondered what facial expression he was making at the moment. It could have possibly clued you into what he as thinking. “Well that’s all I wanted to say I guess.”

“Oh,” you mumbled and then after a beat, you followed up with, “do you prefer salted or buttered popcorn? I’m trying to choose right now but I can’t decide.”

“Definitely salted. Buttered always leaves my mouth feeling weird.” You hummed while trapping you phone in between your ear and shoulder so that you could grab the generic box brand of microwaveable salted popcorn. The conversation carred on without anymore awkward pauses. You picked up a couple of items that he recommended every now and again, trusting his judgement. “Hey, you know what we should do?” Kunhang said as you queued up for the self-service checkout line, eyeing the items on display. When you hummed in response, he followed with, “we should hang out next week. In real life. We could do it on Sunday so you’ll still have one day of tutoring.”

It felt somewhat embarrassing that you agreed so quickly to his suggestion. You definitely should have played it cool but you had been meaning to ask him the same thing for a while now, so you were glad that he suggested it. “We can meet up at a café or something! Maybe have lunch? I’m paying, though!” It was only fair since he was helping you out for free.

“Lunch sounds good.”

“Great!”

“Great!” Kunhang mimicked, just as enthusiastically. “I’ve got to go but I’ll text you later?”

Both of you said your goodbyes then hung up. After tucking your phone back into your pocket, you made your way to the till that just freed up and began scanning your items. Once everything was paid for and bagged, you retrieved your phone to shoot a quick text in the group chat with Yangyang and Dejun, asking them if they felt like watching a movie franchise with you. They agreed, but only after Yangyang asked if ‘you’re weekly date with Kunhang got cancelled’ which earned him a picture of you flipping him off.

*

“Today’s the big date, huh?” Yangyang asked teasingly as you checked your appearance in the mirror once more, sprawled out on the couch as he made his way through his third mango pudding cup. From beside him, Dejun and Yukhei – the newest addition to your friend group since he and Dejun had to do an assignment together – gave your form an assessing once over.

Dejun, smiling mischievously, said, “obviously, can’t you tell by how nicely they’re dressed.”

You mock glared at the pair while Yukhei lightly slapped Dejun for his comment. Then he, bless his heart, beamed at you and said, “you look great!”

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling sweeting at him before addressing the other two, you firmly said, “and it’s not a date. We’re just hanging out, like the three, now four”–you corrected, glancing over at Yukhei–“of us do on a regular basis.”

“Oh, are they just a friend from your course then or something?” Yukhei asked curiously while Dejun and Yangyang hummed in unison, disbelief clear in their tones.

“No, it’s this guy, he helps me out with calculus. We’ve never met in person but he’s really nice.”

“I should hope so,” muttered Yangyang, peeling the seal off another mango pudding cup. “You’ve been crushing on him for a while now, so it would be a bummer if he wasn’t.” He said through a mouthful.

“Am not!”

“Are too!” Dejun countered for him.

“Am not,” Yangyang mimicked. “So what about all the times you’ve mentioned him then, huh?” And then he placed his pudding cup on the table, clasped his hands together by his cheeks and, in a voice that was meant to sound like yours, said, “‘oh, Kunhang told me this stuff is really good, we should try it out!’, ‘Kunhang is so smart!’, ‘can you believe Kunhang volunteers at the animal shelter and the nursery home as much as he can? Isn’t that so sweet?’, ‘Kunhang has such a Disney Prince smile!’. You gush about him all the time, it’s kinda sickening.”

You threw your arm out at him as you looked towards Dejun, hoping for some back up but you should have known better. They were your best friends after all. Dejun simply shrugged as he snatched a pudding cup from the coffee table and said, “to be fair, you do gush about him a lot. And! Whenever you text him, which most of the time, you get this goofy smile one your face.”

“Huh,” Yukhei mumbled, his tone full of thought. “This guy sounds a lot like one of my buddies.” The three of you looked at him with wide, curious eyes. When he noticed, he added, “it’s probably just a coincidence?” Although his tone suggested otherwise.

“Probably,” you replied as you grabbed your keys and shoved them in your pocket. “I’ve gotta get going or else I’ll be late.” You said as you made a beeline towards the door and slipped on the shoes you thought best suited your outfit. “Don’t wait up!”

“Why?” Yangyang replied just as you were about to close the door, playfulness evident in his voice, “I thought it was just lunch.” The other two cackled at that but you flipped him off and left the apartment, trusting that one of them would like the door behind you.

It was fortunate that you managed to catch the bus on time. After paying the appropriats fare, you made your way towards the back, earphones plugged in so that you could listen to some music along the way. Once seated, you took out your phone sent a text to Kunhang to let him know that you were on your way. His response was immediate, informing you that he was already nearby because his sister had asked him to run an errand for her, and asked you to text him when you were close.

Horizon was a cute little place that served as both a café and restaurant. It was sandwiched between a thrift shop and music store but, surprisingly, didn’t look the least bit out of place among the buildings. As you walked closed to it, you saw Kunhang standing by the entrance, bopping his head as he used his phone.

“Kunhang!” You called when you were close enough, after taking off your earphones and stuffing them into your pocket. Judging from the way he jolted slightly, you startled him. “Hey,” you greeted warmly when he removed his earphones. “You could have waited inside.”

Kunhang shrugged, a brilliant smile etched onto his face, “I thought it’d be easier if we walked in together.”

When you entered, you thought that you would have to find somewhere else to eat due to the amount of people present, but the staff who was waiting by the door only asked if you were eating in and then lead you to a table in the far corner of the room, right beside the window.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, y’know, in person.” Kunhang said as he browsed through the menu.

“You too,” you replied, peeking up from your own menu to find him wearing a hint of a smile. “I can’t believe it took us this long to be honest.”

Kunhang chuckled at that and nodded in agreement.

The meal seemed to fly by even though you left Horizon a little later than expected. You were still laughing as you headed out, thanking the waiter that served you one more time as you passed by him, at a story that Kunhang recounted that took place during his childhood. Although his texting style suggested otherwise, Kunhang was hilarious—which you knew already since he often made you laugh whenever you were on the phone with him, it was just a different feeling compared to the experience in person. You were almost sad at the thought of your time being over with him, until he jammed his hands into his pockets and, rocking back and forth on his herl, asked if you wanted to go get some ice cream since he knew a really good place nearby. And who were you to say no to that offer?

After fighting, again, over who would pay, the two of you roamed around for a bit, slipping into this store and that to window shop. Only when the stores began to close did you realize how late it had gotten. It wasn’t dark out, not yet, and you were surprised that several hours had passed since you first met up with Kunhang.

“Ready to call it quits?” You asked as the two of you began to make your way to where you would wait for your bus.

Kunhang shook his head and pointed somewhere behind you. “Let’s go to the playground over there. Race you.” And with that, he took off, leaving you to stare at him dumbfoundedly until your brain registered what he said and you ran after him.

“Cheater!” You huffed when you reached him, hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

Kunhang did nothing but through his head back and laugh at you. Attractively. It was something to ignore—his attractiveness, that was. But it was awfully difficult and all you could do was hope that he didn’t notice how you were looking at him. You couldn’t help it! Even though his outfit was relatively basic – just some gray-brown sweatshirt, black joggers and a pair of white sneakers – he looked effortlessly good. And it wasn’t just his appearance that made him attractive, either, oh no, because that just wasn’t enough. He also had to have an amazing personality.

“Let’s go over there,” he said after he sobered up, nodding towards the spring riders. “No racing this time.” He added with a wide grin. You weren’t able to suppress your own grin quick enough, rolling your eyes as you shoved his shoulder.

“I’m glad we met up today,” you admitted sincerely as you rocked back and forth on the spring ride. “You’re even better in person.”

Kunhang stopped rocking on his spring ride and looked at you. “I’m glad we met up today, too.” He told you with a smile that turned into one that was more sweet and shy as he said, “we should do it again some time, y’know, when we aren’t flooded with assignments and stuff.”

“Totally!”

“How about, maybe,”–Kunhang’s tongue darted out a sliver of his to wet his lips–“as a date?”

You stared at him in shock which he met head-on, that sweet, shy smile of his still present. You could feel a smile threaten to rise and you allowed it, messing with the hem of your top as you nodded in agreement. “That would be nice.”

“Really?” He asked, his tone both excited and unbelieving. When you assured him that you would be really looking forward to it, he said, “that’s– that’s great! I can’t wait, either.” Then, he jumped of his spring ride, held out his hand and pressed a feather light kiss to your knuckles like the Disney Prince he was when you placed your hand in his.

“We should probably head home.” You said, hand still in his. Kunhang never let go, so you figured he was okay with you interlocking your fingers and swinging your hands back and forth.

Like the gentleman he was, he waited for your bus with you and waited until you got on it, blowing kisses at you through the window. Your smile was so big your cheeks began to hurt as you pretended to catch the kisses.

(Later, after you had told Yangyang about how the day went swimmingly, you received a text from Kunhang and couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh. Your room-mate shot you a curious look so you let him read the text.

from: kunhang 💘

You know Yukhei?!?!?!!!!)

[revive-the-fandom]

Now you may be asking “Isabel, what’s the point of writing a small essay on a minor character from a kids movie?” and I’ll tell you!  

NoneofmyfriendswillputupwithmybullshitThere is no point!  I just like writing things about things I like!  And I wanna write about

Her.

Because she was a cool fucking character!  With an awesome design!  And I don’t give her enough attention!

And that’s her introduction!  A large, chunky girl wearing a black T-shirt and a pretty pink cardigan looking absolutely murderous.  She’s tough and strong and intimidating.  How often do we get that from animated little girls?  Astrid is all of those things but she’s also tiny, and wearing form fitting ‘tough action girl’ clothes.  Cupcake gets big ole boots and a freaking tutu!  Her hair is messy and nothing she wears matches and she clearly doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit!

I mean,

look how scared these guys are of her!  Pippa and Monty are more timid but Claude, Caleb and Jamie seem like regular old roughhousing tough kids until this moment.  And they’re all scared of a girl in a tutu!  Like, bullying is obviously not acceptable but so much media portrays the bullies as football players or edgy kids who smoke, or a manipulative and condescending queen bee type.  Cupcake is a big, quiet girl in a tutu.

and when she finally turns to the dark side and joins their play?  She’s not suddenly delicate or girly girl.  She chases them with a lump of snow larger than her own head.  And seems so utterly impressed by Jamie’s sled ride through town!

but still has the empathy to be worried when he crashes and gets hit by a runaway sofa

and when the others admit to constant nightmares she shows a lot of empathy and understanding towards the group (Caleb in particular) 

she seems to be able to read people too!  Claude, Caleb and Jamie push each other around a lot.  Pippa and Monty don’t.  So once Cupcake is added to the group she starts pushing them around too, starting with Caleb.

Poor kid.

Time to talk about Cupcake and her belief in the Guardians!

She’s super into unicorns (obviously)

but it’s never confirmed if they’re real like the Leprecaun and the Groundhog (I suppose the Groundhog was necessary since it’s partially staged in Pennsylvania) 

however she is shown to be very well connected to the spirit world, at least unconsciously.  Aside from Jamie and Sophie, Cupcake has the most interactions with the Guardians and the Spirits around them.

She’s the first to be influenced by Jack’s magic on screen (and the only one of the group to experience this)

She’s sent dreamsand and nightmares in one night, plus she’s visited personally by Pitch on the eve of his first attack on the Guardians

She’s also the first of Jamie’s friends to be visited by Jack, she’s the first to get outside and sled with them (indirectly convincing the twins to join the sledding) and seems to have no trouble reigniting her belief in the Guardians and believing in Jack off the bat.

She’s techincally Jack’s second believer, and she’s also the second one to stand up to Pitch and defend the Guardians

She instigates the fight against the nightmares

and overall has the most interactions with spirits.  She’s one of those characters that bumps into the spirit world without wanting or trying to.

And then there’s the question of her home life and her family.  Her home appears a couple of times during the film, though it’s not as intimately known as the Bennett’s home.  It’s easiest to find during Pitch’s introduction here

her room is the one with the blue light.

I’m going to go on a tangent here and talk about her house and it’s location.  Because as you can see here it’s three floors above a shop and next to what I assume is the town hall. 

The shop is visible in multiple scenes, such as the sled ride at the beginning

which means that her house is adjacent to the town hall and the square with the statue

yet another landmark is the petrol station

where the final battle occurs (god Cupcake’s room has the best view for this movie)

... Actually...  now that I’m looking, I’m gonna have to make a��‘spot-Cupcake’s-house’ post bc this is getting ridiculous lol

Now my question is this: how much of the building does Cupcake’s family own?  

There’s a couple of maps (neither are true to the film istelf but...) by Peter Maynez one of which lists Cupcake’s home as a ‘loft’ which implies that her family owns just the top floor or so.  Which is fine... except...

what apartment has a dog door????

So I propose that Cupcake’s family is actually loaded and owns the whole building including the shop.  That way there could be a portion of the ground floor that’s part of their apartment.

Which brings me onto the shop itself.  It’s name is clearest in this shot

Kice’s BAIT & TACKLE

I’m not well versed in fishing terminology but it does appear to be a fishing shop.  Now I have been informed by my dad who has been to the US unlike me, that this would be full of fishing gear and also maybe hunting gear (maybe guns? idk I’m British I don’t know the rules about guns - tho Burgess is confirmed to be in Pennsylvania if it’s state by state?), camping gear or general outdoors equipment so probably a decent amount of income.

Kice seems to be a surname.  I might have gotten the wrong end of the stick here but that’s what I’m assuming for now.   Kice (according to Ancestry) seems to be a Germanic/Slavic last name, which may be Cupcake’s last name?  

Cupcake’s family is also a mystery but we do know that this guy(?) exists

and that he likes to read the newspaper in the morning

so he may be her father or father figure?  They might not even be a guy but they do have a stereotypical masculine figure so I’m going with that?

anyway, weird shot next!

I spy with my little eye three pairs of shoes.  These are three different types of shoes so they may all belong to one person, or they have three other people in the house and these are their current shoes?  I think Cupcake keeps her shoes in her room/next to her bed so 

I would also say that considering the (possible) size of their house it would be easy for her to have siblings living with her (younger so they don’t keep shoes by the door, or older so they could be out all night).

(The heavy decoration in Cupcake’s room also implies that the family has money)

Cupcake/Pippa&Monty/Claude&Caleb/Jamie&Sophie/Town of Burgess

[newfruitymaze]

Hello !!! This is techincally for the 200 followers milestone because i have a speedpaint that you can check out here !this took a while to make so i would really like it if you guys checked out the video :)

under the cut there is a descirption of all the kids !!!its copy n pasted from my last post abt em, i added a lot of stuff though !!!! tw for abuse (not graphic), uhhh kidnapping, implied child death, n manipulation :(

Jeremy Kaleb Davis was the youngest out of all of the kids, being only four years old. He was a extremely nervous little boy, and he was clingy to his mother.  He didn’t talk to other kids a lot, and often found himself talking with the lovable animal mascots instead of other children.  He barely even talked to people be knew, not even his mom.  He usually holds onto her left for dear life, and that’s how far his communication with people goes.  His dads out of the picture, and he only has his big sister, Annabell, and his mom, Sarah.  Poor thing accidentally got lost in the pizzeria late at night, good thing SpringBonnie was there to help.

Susie Amy Anderson In the small town of Hurricane Utah, Susie was well known.  Her mother, Helen, had put her into a lot of pageants and talent shows.  Susie loved to play the dress up, she loved the attention as well.  Sometimes though, it got too much for her.  She was a sweet little girl, a bit spoiled but she always meant well.  For her 5th birthday, her parents had gotten her a puppy, which Susie had promptly named “Donut”.  Sadly though, one day in early summer the dog was run over by a purple car.  Susie had been there to witness the whole thing.  When SpringBonnie said he knew where Donut was, Susie couldn't help but believe him.  

Fritz Sullivan, who actually has 5 middle names which are Arrow Bandit Ovan James,  was the third child to go missing.  Being only 7 he was a ball of energy, which was good because he has joined into a lot of sports.  He’s surrounded by his lovely family, which has in total 7 siblings. his lovely family, which has in total 7 siblings.  He’s an extrovert, and doesnt have a hard time talking to people really.  He’s a competitive little thing.  He always wanted to talk to the Freddys gang one on one, so when SpringBonnie offered him a chance to do just that he couldn't say no!

Gabriel Gildan had just turned 7 at the time he went missing.  He was a very calm boy, and he was very sweet.  He had very good manners, and honestly anyone who met him absolutely adored him.  He liked to play outside, or just sit outside as he wasn’t really the running around type.  He usually hung out with Cassidy, just playing with her.  His two moms Nikkie and Amelia made sure he was kind to everyone and everything.  Because of that, he had a hard time saying no to things.  So when SpringBonnie said he had a party for his birthday, he was unable to say no.  

Cassidy Brooks turned 6 on the day she went missing.  She marked the last of the children to go missing that year.  Cassidy’s home life was horrible, her parents were abusive and shitty.  She spent most of her time at Gabriels house, with his mothers.  She considered Nikkie, Amelia, and Gabriel to be like her actual family.  Gabriels parents even payed for her 6th birthday party!   Other than at Gabriels, she spent a lot of time at Freddys.  She even began to be friends with SpringBonnie ! She’d talk to him about her parents, or about what was going on in her life.  So it wasn't hard for her to say yes when SpringBonnie said he had a special party for her, and even gabriel (who had recently gone missing) was there!

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

If You Love Me Let Me Go (Please Don’t)

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Summary: It's just ten minutes. Ten minutes to make sure Virgil actually goes to bed, and then Logan will get back to work. Just ten minutes... Warnings: Sleep-deprivation, a mug breaks (no one’s injured though), Logan’s techincally overworking himself but it’s not a main plot point or anything Pairing: Platonic analogical Author’s note: Written as a birthday present for the oh-so-incredible @blinksinbewilderment She’s awfully talented, so please go give her Tumblr a look. Also she’s techincally in this fic ;)

    It was not uncommon to find Logan up at three am. Between editing Roman’s ideas, planning schedules for Thomas, and generally making sense of everything that had gone on throughout the day, he was often too busy to get his work done during the day.

    Normally he’d work in his room, to avoid being caught and given a lecture about the importance of sleep from the Moral side, leaving his work in his room when he got water so he could claim it was just a late night wake-up instead of a work break. He was more behind than usual, however, and had brought his laptop downstairs with him for the water run.

    He set the kettle on the stove, sitting down and organizing Thomas’s schedule for the week while he waited for it to warm. He planned to take the water upstairs with him, back to the safety of his room.

    Logan’s plans for this were foiled when the kettle started to hiss and he stood up to grab it, having to pause for a moment when the room shifted around him. Or, more accurately, he perceived the room shifting around him as he wobbled. Sleep-deprivation was starting to rear its metaphorically ugly head with physical symptoms.

    Logically, the best way to counteract this was with sleep. But Logan had a schedule to finish and three more rather nonsensical ideas to edit, along with one possibly usable one. Logan would sleep once those were finished.

    With this in mind, Logan poured his hot water and sat back down at the table to continue working. He was fairly certain attempting to make his way back to his room would result in exhaustion. Whether that would take form as not finishing any work or collapsing halfway down the hall was unclear, but both were situations he’d rather avoid. Even if staying in the kitchen risked being found out by Patton.

    It had been an hour since that decision, and more water was warming as Logan worked on editing Roman’s first nonsensical idea. The schedule was hesitantly finished, and now Logan was trying to decide if the words he had been trying to read for ten minutes weren’t making sense because he was tired, or because the words were written by Roman.

    He was happy to decide this was a Roman problem as he moved to the next one. The kettle started to quietly squeal, and Logan moved from his work to take it off the burner before anyone woke up.

    The sound of uncoordinated movements and thumping that suggested someone coming down the stairs told him he had failed. Logan sighed, pouring his glass before turning around, already resigned to finding a sleepy Patton ready to lovingly, but toughly, chew him out for working at such an early hour.

    Patton wasn’t there, however; instead, Logan found Virgil watching him, looking both tired and high-strung. Before Logan could say anything, either in self-defense or otherwise, Virgil asked, “Tea time?”

    Logan frowned, not sure how to respond, before he realized Virgil was less looking at him than he was the kettle behind him. “Oh.” Logan said in understanding, glancing at the kettle before looking back at Virgil. “Would you like some tea?”

    Virgil just blinked in bewilderment at him, and Logan decided even if Virgil hadn’t come down for tea, the soothing drink Logan knew for a fact to be his favorite would do him good. While Virgil continued to stand in place and stare, Logan pulled a dark mug covered in constellations out of the cupboard- his own, but he had seen Virgil trace the patterns between the stars before to help calm him down- and found a chamomile tea bag.

    He poured the water, plunking in the bag. He filled his own cup with the hot water as well, watching the tea bag and cheating a little bit with the powers of the Imagination (something he normally preferred to leave alone) to soak it faster. By the time his cup was full, Virgil’s tea was ready.

    Picking them both up, Logan turned to offer Virgil his, only to find him no longer standing where he had been. Logan turned his head, looking for Virgil, and startling almost hard enough to drop the cups when he found him a few inches from the right side of his face.

    “Apologies, Virgil.” Logan said, noticing Virgil’s eyes seemed very wide and assuming his own startle had frightened the clearly very tired side. “I didn’t see you there.”

    Virgil didn’t respond, simply extending his hand. Logan tentatively placed his mug in Virgil’s hand, worried for a moment that it would slip right through the other’s fingers. It didn’t, Virgil clutching it tightly as if he were afraid of that exact possibility.

    Taking a small sip, Logan watched in relief as Virgil’s shoulders lost their stressed hunch and his eyelids drooped. He yawned before starting to shuffle towards the stairs, singing off-key to himself. Logan wasn’t upset he hadn’t thanked him- Virgil was very clearly out of it. He’d probably remember in the morning and thank Logan by leaving him a note slipped under his door.

    Logan leaned against the counter, sipping his own drink and listening to Virgil’s quiet singing, giving himself a moment to breathe before plunging back into his work.

    The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds

    But they haven’t see the best of us yet

    Logan furrowed his brow when Virgil stopped, halfway through the kitchen, taking another sip of his tea before singing,

    If you love me let me gooooo

    Holding the ‘go’ at a shaky pitch, Virgil let go of the mug, watching it as it shattered on the floor. Logan jerked backwards, cursing slightly as he slammed his hip into the counter he had been resting on.

    Virgil, staring at the mess, giggled to himself. “Spill the tea, sis.” He said before giggling even more, as if that was the funniest thing in the world.

    Logan placed his own cup down, carefully walking around Virgil and the mess, keeping an eye on Virgil as he continued to laugh to himself. He had already guessed that Virgil was tired, but it was apparently worse than he had suspected.

    Now standing in front of him, Logan noticed Virgil was swaying slightly in place. His feet were bare, and with the danger zone of still hot tea and shards so close around them, Logan didn’t want to try and guide the unbalanced side over.

    Instead, stepping as close to the mess as he could in his socks, Logan awkwardly picked up Virgil and lifted him over the circle, the other side still laughing to himself while Logan set him down on the nearest counter. After checking that his feet weren’t injured, Logan left Virgil to swing his legs while he cleaned up the mess.

    “There.” He said to himself, throwing out the last shards before focusing once more on Virgil. He was still wearing a lopsided smile, stringing together words that made no sense as he sang them with no tune.

    Logan sighed. “You need to go to bed.”

    Virgil shook his head, sobering at the idea. “No. Bed’s cold.”

    “It can’t be any colder than it is any other night, Virgil.” Logan reasoned, offering a hand to help Virgil off the counter (he had doubts as to Virgil’s ability to do so by himself). Virgil just shook his head again.

    Logan frowned. He knew he couldn’t just let Virgil stay up any later, but the anxious side wasn’t going to make the task of getting him to bed easy.

    He took a moment to analyze the situation. He and Virgil were the same size, given they shared the exact same figurative body, and while Virgil could outpower any side in moments of fight-or-flight, he currently didn’t look up to the task of holding himself upright. Plus, Logan doubted Virgil weighed much more than a complete set of Harry Potter books, maybe two.

    With these thoughts in mind, Logan once more approached Virgil and, before the other could react, swept him off the counter, holding him bridal style. Where he was expecting resistance, however, Logan found Virgil more than happy to be carried, snuggling closer into his chest.

    “Where we goin’?” Virgil mumbled after a moment, Logan slowly climbing the stairs.

    “To your room.” Logan answered. “So you can get some sleep, as you are clearly in need of it.”

    “But bed cold.”

    “So I’ve heard.”

    “Don’t wanna be cold.”

    Logan gently pushed open Virgil’s door with his foot, shivering slightly as he entered. Virgil wasn’t kidding. His room was chilly.

    “I am sure that with a sufficient number of blankets you will be perfectly warm.” Logan assured him as he approached the large, dramatically goth-style bed in the corner of the room. To his satisfaction, he noticed there were already several blankets spread about the bed, saving him the effort of searching for some.

    Gently placing him down, Logan reached over Virgil to pull the mass of blankets over him, Virgil wiggling and mumbling about the cold as he did so. Once he was sure Virgil was securely cocooned, Logan made to leave the room.

    He was stopped, however, by Virgil’s arm snaking out of his blanket burrito to grab Logan’s wrist. Logan attempted to pull away, but Virgil’s grip was surprisingly strong.

    “Warm.” Virgil tugged on Logan’s wrist. “Stay.”

    “I have work to do.”

    Virgil didn’t respond this time, instead flopping his head to look at Logan with sleepily blinking eyes and his tired attempt at puppy eyes. He tugged at Logan’s wrist again.

    Logan sighed before taking a seat next to Virgil on his bed. He doubted it would take Virgil long to fall asleep, the anxious side already curling up around his arm, and he could get back to work then.

    He gave it ten minutes tops before Virgil would be asleep. Yawning, Logan pulled his legs onto the bed, stretching them out. Ten minutes to relax. Then he could get back to work.

    Virgil curled closer to him, pressing against Logan’s side as he tugged more of Logan’s arm into his grasp, the blankets falling out of place as he sought out the better heat source. Logan leaned a little into Virgil as well, moving his free hand to run fingers through Virgil’s hair, almost completely laying down on the bed to make the position more comfortable.

    He yawned again. Virgil’s bed was surprisingly comfy, but it didn’t change the fact that Virgil really was right about it being cold. Subconsciously, he shuffled even closer to Virgil.

    Virgil shifted in response, pulling Logan’s arm around him as he rolled over. So it’d be a little harder to escape the hold. Once Virgil was asleep it would still be relatively easy to slip away. Logan ignored the blurring at the edges of his vision as he sunk deeper into the mattress. Ten minutes of relaxation, and he’d be ready to get back to work. His eyes fluttered shut.

    Just ten minutes.

    ~~

    Humming happily to himself, Patton bounced into the kitchen, expecting to find Logan sipping coffee and already working.

    He stopped when, instead, he found Logan’s laptop open at the table, the screen black. Attempting to use the mousepad, Patton found it wasn’t just asleep, but instead completely dead. 

    Frowning, Patton closed the laptop and headed upstairs, paying more attention to the rooms than he had when he first woke up. He stopped at Virgil’s before he got to Logan’s, curious as to why the door was ajar.

    Patton peeked in and couldn’t help but quietly coo at the sight he found- Logan and Virgil were sprawled across the bed, Virgil tucked into Logan’s sleepy grip, both of them fast asleep.

    He quickly snapped a pic- both to look at and treasure later, and to show proof that he knew they would get together before they inevitably did- before silently closing the door. After all, his boys really did need their sleep.

    And their cuddles.

[maleyanderecafe]

The Fall to Lovesickness

What can be fun about writing a yandere is how they fall into that state of mind. While a lot of yanderes start out as being lovesick, the most interesting ones are the ones that eventually fall into it. Today we’ll be talking about those yanderes who started out normal and fell into the insanity of love. 

For this analysis I’ll be specifically talking about those kinds of yanderes that do not become lovesick after first seeing their s/o, but rather those who fall in love normally and eventually become lovesick. I’ll be excluding yanderes that become yanderes with the reason of love at first sight or the s/o did something nice to me, so I’ll be crazy for her. So specifically I’ll be talking about those who are more or less “normal” in the terms of falling in love. I’ll be specifying love interest as the to-be-yandere and s/o as the person that to-be-yandere is in love with.

One of the ways that a yandere falls into the trap of lovesickness is if the s/o purposely makes it so that the yandere becomes obsessive. A couple of examples of this would be Kazuki Hoshino from Utsuro no Hako to Zero no Maria, I’ve Been Reincarnated as this Game’s Villainess, Genbuin Tamaki  from I’ll Train the Main Capture Target to be a Yandere and the MC from yoosung and Jumin’s bad ending (although less so, since it’s not as drastic). In general, the s/o does one of two things to create a yandere: they either put the yandere in a situation that would cause them to go lovesick or draw on their already obsessive/possessive tendencies. In some cases, if the s/o is very intent on making their love interest into a yandere, they might go so far as the “break” them in some form or another. Techincally, s/os can intentionally break their to be yanderes unintentionally, but they can also do it on purpose. 

Assuming that the s/o wants to transform their love interest to a yandere with possessive and obsessive tendencies on purpose, they might attempt to coax out some of those traits out. For instance, if their love interest was very protective of them, they might attempt to fall into dangerous situations so that their over-protectiveness comes out. Like a princess who intentionally gets kidnapped so that her knight comes to look for her. She keeps thinking of new ways to be in trouble, until she suggests that trapping her might be the best way of keeping her safe. Or if their love interest is someone who is very into cleanliness, the s/o might try to convince him that she is the only clean person around. For instance, a maid and a butler who is obsessed with cleanliness. She slowly circulates rumors about a disease that kills unclean people, first through speckles on their skin then through bleeding to death, and slowly kills those around him. She eventually gives those speckles onto his skin, and the butler slowly freaks out. She then removes those speckles and does so only when he does loving gestures to her, eventually telling him that those who fall in love with her are cleansed. In these two situations, the s/o brings about the yandere in an indirect method, and essentially end up training the to be yanderes to embrace certain traits as well as uses other traits to manipulate them into doing what they want. If you were to write this from another person’s perspective, we might not even know that the s/o were manipulating their yanderes, which could make for a good horroresque type of story. 

However, if the love interest was reluctant on embracing some of these yandere traits, then perhaps the s/o might have to take more of a direct approach, especially if the yandere is a reluctant yandere. For instance, if the love interest was a formal criminal that used to be prone to violence who wanted to become a good person. They eventually meet up with the s/o and falls in love them. The s/o though, wants to have a yandere and eventually attempts to force their lover into violence. For instance, bringing back someone who he had a bad history with and attempting to stir both of them up. Or perhaps enlisting him into a situation where he would have to kill, like hunting animals or putting him in an assassination job. In this situation however, the s/o is being far more direct in drawing out the violence in him and is purposely putting him in situations that would draw out this tendencies. The s/o might prevent the love interest from becoming angry and leaving them by blackmailing them, manipulating them, threatening them or gaslighting them. They could show love and consideration that the love interest might not have gotten in their life at all and threaten to take it away if they don’t listen. Either way, through coaxing the yandere’s various yandere traits out of them, or placing them in a situation that forces them to embrace various yandere traits, the s/o would have to essentially train the love interest into behaving a certain way and would almost always be the villain or a generally morally evil person. This can be good or bad depending on how the character is written, but it does give the s/o a bigger role and a goal to achieve. This can be placed in a “for the greater good” situation for example the yandere had to be created from this person in order to prevent a terrible situation from happening. Like if the effect of creating a lovesick person was an experiment to show how abuse can change a person, or something of that effect. An interesting s/o can be created in this way, though they will not necessarily be likable. 

However, the s/o might also have a hand in creating this yandere, without fully realizing. In general, this means that either the s/o is oblivious of the fact that the love interest is becoming a yandere or the s/o is purposely tuning out this fact for one reason or another. This would make the s/o a lot more sympathetic and “good” since it wouldn’t necessarily be their fault, especially if they were oblivious to it, but it can also make the s/o more incompetent and might make them more annoying as a character. A lot of times, this kind of thing tends to create a more tragic story, since it generally brings the downfall of the s/o for one reason or another. If the s/o is too busy doing other things to notice the growth of the yandere, it may become a huge obstacle later that they s/o realizes was with them the entire time. For instance, a s/o who is trying to find a long lost city to get medicine to save her people. As she tries to study the old texts, she decides to hire an assistant to help her with the workload. She hires a boy she knows from the orphanage, who has a neglected past and is a hard worker. The boy helps the s/o, slowly falling in love with her because of the kindness and praise she gives for helping her find the lost city (although to her, this is just common curtsy) . Eventually at some point, the s/o becomes very close to finding the city. Paranoid, the boy starts to freak out, believing that she will throw him away after she finds the city. Eventually, the paranoia sets in so much that he decides to burn down the library they’ve both been studying in so that she would have to either start over or give up and spend time with him. In this case, the s/o unintentionally causes the boy to become a yandere, simply by showing kindness. In this case, it’s not really the s/o’s fault and while she might have known that this boy may have slowly developed feelings for her, she simply ignores it because her priority is finding the lost city. This could escalate further when the s/o learns that it was him that burned the library down, and would send him away in anger. The yandere, devastated, might attempt to put her in a state where she permanently had to be taken care of, like having her leg cut off, or kidnapping her. This case is more of a “horror” style yandere, as it’s not something that the s/o could really control, and she just happened to be in a bad situation. 

There are also ways that the love interest can become a yandere due to various situations that are out of the characters control. A lot of times, these things are time shenanigans that cause this, but it can be other scenarios as well. The criteria for these kinds of situations that are pretty common are: A. They force the love interest to be in a bad scenario where they are saved by the s/o and fall in love or B. they already are in love with the s/o or at least know who they are and are trying to save them. Usually it depends on their character, with a yandere in A scenario ending up being a dependent type while a yandere in scenario B ends up being an overprotective type. Generally the yanderes in scenario A are are the ones that are tortured or abused in some way or another, like in He’s Harmless, I swear or  Uruwashiki Shuen, and the s/o saves them from this life or shows kindness. An example of this would be a love interest that is tortured in an experiment, being starved and sleep deprived to test out how a human would react in various situations like this. He tries to escape numerous times, but always fails, until he meets the s/o who is able to save him successfully. The love interest starts becoming dependent on this s/o and worshiping them in love. Scenario B makes it so that the yandere is the protector, and their backstory might be Scenario A, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be. A lot of times, these are stories with time travel or time loops, like in Mirai Nikki or Utsuro no Hako to Zero no Maria, where they already know who their s/o is and are trying to protect them from whatever danger they are about to face. An example would be a psychic yandere who is trying to protect their s/o from people who are trying to steal away their s/o’s life because she’s the only one with food in a small town that’s starving. The yandere would then be able to protect their s/o from anyone who had bad intentions. Perhaps they only turned this way after developing psychic powers, to where he was able to see the corruptness of other people and saw the pure mind of his s/o. 

Just some thoughts about writing a yandere that falls into their lovesickness.

[usagi-zakura]

This week on Adventurer’s League

Our regular DM was too busy so we had a substitute. So instead of doing Storm King’s Thunder we ran a Halloween-themed one-shot. (Which he plans to run again so if some of my followers are somehow PART of that group.. don’t read this post. It may contain spoilers.)

It was the usual crew, cuz no one really had time to create new characters (Well I techincally had my spare buuuuut I love Dott and I didn’t bring any spellcards for my spare, who’s a gnome wizard)

- My kobold ranger/rogue Dott and her pet wolf/horse Ttod.

- A tabaxi death cleric who may or may not be a cannibal.

- A tabaxi rogue.

- A human paladin.

- A human bard/fighter.

- A thiefling bard who acts more like a rogue.

And a new player on the table: an elven monk.

None of our bards are the stereotypical «flirt with everything»-bard, but that doesn’t mean they’re sensible human/halfdemon beings. None of our party members are... except maybe the paladin... and the monk. Don’t know much about her.

We were supposed to be ghost-catchers, heading towards a small village to investigate some strange happenings when we were attacked by a walking scarecrow and a large flock of ravens. (Whom the Cleric wanted to eat. She is a cat I suppose so its understandable.)

I was late to the session but came in just as they were fighting the scarecrow.

We managed to fight them off even though we were all on a runaway horse carriage (the horse got spooked by the scarecrow). Eventually we managed to calm down the horse as we reached the village only to be attacked by even more birds...

We ran inside some old lady’s house. She seemed very friendly, even offering us all hot cocoa (which the two tabaxi took as a murder attempt because cocoa is poison to cats).

The Thiefling Bard, paragon of virtue as she is, decided to put up a Leomund’s tiny hut on the lady’s front door... for no other reason than to block her inside the house I suppose.

We ended up taking a long rest, some of the party sleeping inside the old lady’s house, others in the tiny hut at her front door, but when we woke up the old lady was gone.

We heard some commotion outside and went to investigate, it turned out to be a witch trial, the old lady was the accused «witch» (In case you were wondering how she got out despite the Tiny Hut at her front door, there was a back door.)

Their reasons for thinking she was a witch was of course «she turned me into a newt!» and also the suspicious orb that showed up outside her house. (Thanks bard).

The Paladin wanted to try to help the old lady, and suggested using Zone of Truth... forgetting of course that Zone of truth is a spell, thus magic, thus the paladin is a witch too! But the thiefling bard managed to convince the villagers that she was actually a demigod, and they seemed to accept this.

The Paladin cast Zone of Truth (careful to keep the party outside it) but the old lady succeeded her saving throw... Then things went a bit crazy.

The Mayor suddenly slumped over dead, having been stabbed in the back, and two hags appeared, the old lady changed to her true form, she was also a hag. Surprise! They were the witches all along.

Then... the villagers all disappeared and we all found ourselves in a grey-scale version of the town were it was raining frogs, and the village was patrolled by a large frog-like monster covered in tentacles.

The bard figured out we were teleported into some kind of weird pocket dimension, but she told the rest of us we were probably all dead because again...she’s just so darn nice. And with a deception roll of 22 Dott belived her and immidiately panicked, since kobolds belive that if they die they get reincarnated within their clan...but she doesn’t have a clan, they all died... so no reincarnation for her...

After exploring the strange village we found a totem, as we moved closer so did the frog monster. Roll for initative.

It caught several of us in its tentacles, and even ended up eating poor Ttod, but we managed to bring it down. Dott immidiately cut the frog open to save her companion but it was too late...

The DM however didn’t want to basically take away half of Dott’s power as a BM ranger, so he became a ghost. So now we had a ghost-dog.

The Thiefling bard decided to shatter the totem, this immidiately got us sent back to the normal village, where the villagers were still panicing over the sudden death of their mayor and the three hags (who had of course escaped by now).

When we offered to help defeat the hags they told us to go pick up some weapons at at the graveyard, and also explore the basement of their previous herbalist who had apparently been killed by one of the witches.

We went to the basement first, and were attacked by a jar of hands, an undead brain in a jar and a mimic table.

Also the bard got a hold of a fireball wand to Dott’s great displeasure (she has a bad history with fire) and basically burned the whole room down.

Somehow we all made it out alive, and moved on to the graveyard where we had to fight a banshee...she knocked out several of us, including Dott, leading to the first time ever that Dott got knocked out and Ttod wasn’t (given that Ttod has only 27 HP at level 6 that was kinda impressive...)

The paladin was able to bring us back up however and we defeated the banshee.

Next up we went to the pumpkin patch, apparently the witches had been seen around the area.

We saw a zombie in the distance, the thiefling bard just threw a fireball at it and killed it instantly... and then we were attacked by a giant pumpkin. Killed that one too.

We then found the witches’ house. The bard threw a fireball at it. Sadly this did not instakill the witches... they just flew out of the burning house on their broomsticks.

During the following fight Ttod ran around on the ground barking because he couldn’t reach them (despite being a ghost dog the DM would not allow him to fly).

The thiefling bard decided to polymorph herself into a giant ape! But was immiditaly polymorphed again into a sheep... Another character (I think it was the other bard or the tabaxi rogue) decided to shoot the sheep so she could turn back into the ape.

The paladin also tried to throw one of the witches off her broom by using Misty Step, she managed to get ON the broom, but failed to get the witch off.

One of the other witches tried to save her sister by dragging her of the broom (she was badly injured from the fight at this point) but this promted an attack of oppurtunity from everyone within melee range (so the paladin, Ttod and the tabaxi rogue) and she was promptly killed.

This our adventure ended, the other witches got away but their coven was basically ruined at this point, so we considered it a win.

TLDR:

Our thiefling bard is an asshole, Dott nearly died from fright but got herself a ghost-dog, we fought a table and the bard got double-polymorphed.

(PS when I call the bard an asshole, I mean the character is an asshole. The player is just fine in my eyes. Most of us just play morally dubious characters. Because its funny. I love this misfit group, its my favorite to play in out of the three campaings I’m currently in.)

[companionwolf]

pride month drabble challenge fill #10

prompts: 25. Questioning/Discovery + 16. Tomorrow + 15. "How do I know you're real?"

fandom: techincally XCOM: Enemy Within but really XCOM 2 (gen verse)

TWs/CWs: implied torture, memory loss, loss of sense of self

The Commander knows there's something up when they meet Central, even here, stifled by professionalism and fear. They know it by their pulse jumping, in their mouth drying, in the weird feeling in their stomach.

At night, they lie in their small room, staring up at the ceiling, and they wonder.

(He feels familiar, somehow.)

On bad days, the Commander wants to hide away and curl into him, bury their face in his neck, but that's not allowed. So they duck into a bathroom instead and try to compose themselves, eyes squeezed shut, imagining they're home.

(They aren't going home.)

The Commander learns about him-- and it's weird how sometimes hunches they had about things, even really specific things, turn out right. Where he went to college, his favorite drink, his actual name.

They wonder about what he might say if they ask for what they want. Do they want that? What does it make them? The Commander isn't sure, but there's time to learn.

Maybe just not here. Not with him, anyway. God, they think, that hurts for some reason. Like a mourning, like grief.

When the base is attacked, fire and sirens and staffers brawling each under inexplicably, the Commander half except to find Central dead, to lose the base entirely. They don't know why.

But the Hologlobe returns to life, and their senior staff are near them, and they've made it through the darkest hour.

They hope so, at least.

That night, like every night now, the Commander lies in bed and stares at the ceiling and wonders. They don't get very far into their reverie, though, because there's a knock at their door. They hesitantly peer out at --

"Uh, hey, Commander," says Central.

They pull him into the room by his arm and then into a hug. He's a little stiff and unsure, but they don't let go.

(In their mind's eye, they see his corpse and their body shakes.)

When they finally let go, step back, Central is flush about the ears. "I wanted to check on you," he manages to say. "After everything today..."

"I'm glad you did," they answer. "C'mon, sit."

He takes a hesitant seat at their desk, they sit on the end of their bed. For a while they just exist in silence, and then the Commander asks, "What will you do, when it's over?"

Central looks thoughtful. "It's hard to imagine that," he says.

It won't happen, says some dark part of them. You're here forever, running in circles.

"Try," the Commander says.

Central closes his eyes. "I'd like to move out into the country," he says. "My folks have a farm; maybe take it over when they're gone..."

He goes on, telling them about growing up there, how it was an escape of sorts from bad parents, the summer nights, and slow living.

They listen intently, imagining. They want to ask if they could come with him. They hold their tongue instead. There will be no after XCOM for them. No need to...

To what? Get his hopes up? Get their hopes up? He probably doesn't even swing their way. They...

As they listen, the Commander realizes they do. They do like him, like that. It doesn't matter because they can't be a thing, but they know now. They guess that's important to be able to know.

(The realization never sticks.)

In the in-between, when there is only pain and pain and pain and pain, but before everything is wiped clean again, the Commander remembers the truth, swears this time they'll hold on to it.

(They say that everytime.)

Slowly, they lose more, but they don't realize it. They can't, not while under, and when out they have no time to.

Their world bleaches white, no past, no self, until eventually there is nothing of who they were left. All of it dripping away through pale shaking fingers

There is only who they are.

And then that is taken too.

All that remains is a title, a purpose, a sense of foreboding, a determination.

(I am the Commander.)

It is near the end. They lie with Central, breathing softly into the pitch dark. They've found a Volunteer. The Gollop Chamber is done tomorrow.

They look at their XO, watch his body rise and fall with each breath and they ask, so quietly, "How do I know you're real?"

There come no answer other than Central mumbling incoherent in his sleep.

The Commander's head aches, the pain increasing as they try to think a little more about their question, try to wonder why they even asked, until--

What were they thinking about? They don't remember.

It's okay.

(It isn't.)

[familyofpaladins]

All of this looks fantastic. 1 (oh the chaos and some much needing bonding with those two), 2 (I always need Paladins cooing over a baby), and 13 stand out to me. (I need that post about 13 because we don’t have enough Hunk whump compared to the others. And the banter omg the bounty hunters would not be prepared)

(gaaah i started an answer to this and then my computer decided to be stupid and restart randomly, so i lost what i wrote, thankfully I hadn’t written much at that point)

Number 2 (Hope Series) has now been answered :)

Here is the post for 13 (Bounty Hunter Kidnaps Hunk) I love this one.              Hunk Would TOTALLY drive the Bounty Hunter (BH) up the wall. He’d be complaining the whole time as well as bash on his ship while simultaneously begging to be let go. “Uh, could you PLEASE stop making loops?? I don’t think my stomach can handle this!!” *gets slammed into the wall because of sharp turn* “Holy Crow don’t you know how to fly properly??!?! Then again it could be your ship, it looks like your thermal piping was gone to quiznak, and from what I can here of your engines you need some serious work in there.” “If you let me go I’ll fix your ship for you?? Please??” “There needs to be speed limits in space!!! Slow dooooown.” “oh no, I’m going to barf” and he does 10 minutes later “My friends will not be happy with this”

Number 1 (Arms of Voltron Walk into a Bar) I LOVE this one, stemmed from the need for more interaction between this two. Looking at you Dreamworks >_>

So this obviously starts off with Keith and Pidge going to this weird tavern/saloon thing in order to try to find some information on a mission. Going into Pidge is mildly miffed at Keith, because in some previous mission or on some planet, someone said some not nice things about/to Pidge, and Keith decked the guy. Now you’re probably wondering why she’s mad at him for that, but it’s because SHE wanted to deck the jerk in the face. She also doesn’t want any of the others fighting her fights for her just because she’s younger/a girl or whatever (even though that’s not why Keith decked the guy- he did it because no one insults his friends) and she does kinda know that Keith didn’t mean it that way and she is happy that her friends are willing to stick up for her like that, but she still wished she’d been the one to fight her own battle and knock the guy to the floor.

So, she’s slightly miffed and he knows what it’s about and has agreed to let her fight her own battles, and not do if for her (unless it’s a truly life threatening matter and she needs help).

So they get into this bar and are trying to scoop out whatever information they’re looking for and some Idiot says something dumb about Pidge and Keith glares at him, but Pidge motions/gives him a look that says “Cool it”, because she knows that this isn’t worth a fight over, so Keith doesn’t do anything. But then the guy just keeps going, and sees how it’s riling up Keith, and is doing it just to start a fight, but Keith is going to keep his promise and let Pidge handle her own fights, and she’s choosing to ignore (because again she doesn’t think the insults against her is worth the intel or blowing their cover) the guy so Keith will too. (though the dude IS getting on her nerves.

But then the Guy makes his mistake. He insults Keith directly. Now Keith has an excuse to hit the guy, because it’s a direct insult against him.

But Keith just smirks and says “You really shouldn’t have said that….. Go loose Pidge!” And she just flies around Keith and DECKS THE JERK SQUARE IN THE FACE. She doesn’t take insults to her friends very well. Keith knows this and is letting her fight her fight. Also by the way the dude is a good 8 feet tall but Pidge is still kicking his ass. Then Jerk’s friends realize their buddy is getting beat up by this small person, and try to join in, but Keith is there to stop them. So pretty soon the entire place is just in one massive BAR FIGHT. Keith and Pidge make it out just fine, and leave the place with most of the customers unconcious. 

The arms of Voltron walked into a bar, and got into a fist fight as arms do. 

(This is techincally the first part, and there is a second part that follows immediately after, but the two could be read seperatelly. The second part has Pidge and Keith getting the rest of the intel they can from the planet before leaving, then when they are heading back to the pod (lions would have been too obvious and too large to land in the area). They get ambushed by the jerks in the bar. At some point Keith gets hit and the pod destroyed, so the fic turns into Pidge keeping Keith alive until help comes, and that’s as far as i got in planning that one) 

Thank you for the ask!!! :D

[majesticstar]

"I...I was away at the time of the incident. One of the machines at the hospital near us had stopped working so I offered to help since I was more of a techincal scientist than anything else. When the incident happened I was left in a coma, I only woke up a few days ago and...well. Now I know how dico Miklos felt but that a story for another day." She pauses before looking over at her...other son? Raising a brow somewhat. "...Am I dehydrated and hallucinating or...am I seeing double?"

“nope not any of those things mom, literally seeing another version of your son standing right in front of ya.” having got up and approached the two of them with a small smile, flat violet eyes looking at the woman that was their mother or claimed to be. “i need to ask though so we know that you are really who you say you are and it aint just some trick. what was the name of our father and can you name any of the cards that were needed to shut down the 4 towers for the original reactor?”

yusei wanted to interject from dark asking but he wouldnt blame him for being cautious. for all they knew this could very well be a trick and was asking questions that only someone close to the original project would know. “yeah long story with him but his name is Dark and well. he is me just from a different timeline entirely.”

[gingywritesimagines]

Not Left Behind Anymore

Part 2 to Left Behind But Not Forgotten

Title: Not Left Behind Anymore

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Pairing: Gil x Reader + a tiny bit of Harry x Uma

Warnings: slight cursing (they are teenagers guys) and some slightly depressing scenes (PREPARE FOR THE FEELS)

Description: Gil finally tells Harry what’s on his mind... but he doesn’t exactly mean to. Evie’s plan is still moving onward full force, and it starts to cause complications. Meanwhile, Ben makes a convenient decision on who to bring to Auradon next.

A/N: IT’S HERE! The second part of Left Behind But Not Forgotten is here and I really hope you guys like it as much as you liked the first part!! (Seriously, I’ve never gotten so many notes in such a short period of time! Thank you guys so much!) Enjoy the story!... and can someone please tell me why there’s so few Gil gifs????

When Evie had a plan, there was nothing on Earth that could stop her from carrying it out to the best of her ability. That’s why, after sending a mass email at noon, she had the Auradon auditorium packed with girls by 3:30. Practically every single young woman in the kingdom had received the email, and many of them had shown up, which was surprising considering how vague the email had been. Not much was said, only establishing a time and place for meeting up and briefly mentioning Gil. Apparently that was enough, because almost every seat was filled with girls wondering what Evie had to say. From her spot in the front row with her friends, the daughter of the Evil Queen herself rose to take the stage and address the crowd.

“Good afternoon, ladies, and thank you so much for coming.” After a murmur of a response, Evie continued. 

“We’ve all grown up hearing about the power of true love; how it can win any battle, how it can cross any sea, how it’s kiss can break any spell.” With this comment, Evie and all the other girls glanced at Mal with a knowing smile, “We’ve all dreamed of experiencing true love for ourselves, but today, I need your help finding true love for someone else. As some of you- well, most of you- may have noticed, one of the new students has been rather unhappy since he got here. Not only is this odd for all of you, since Auradon has always been known as the happiest place on earth, but it’s also odd for all of us who know him. Gil, son of Gaston, has always been the most cheerful person I know. As someone from the Isle, his bright smile certainly never went unnoticed in the sea of scowling faces. He was always happy and positive while he was in the gloomiest place possible, but now he’s here- in a place as happy as he usually is- and he suddenly isn’t very positive anymore. I believe that there is a reason for this. I believe that Gil is lonely, but I also believe that with a bit of help from you, we can fix that. If true love can fix a kingdom, it can certainly make this boy happy again. So, what do you say, girls? Who wants to help me find this boy’s true love?”

Seemingly deeply moved by her speech, the auditorium roared with cheers in response. It didn’t matter to Evie what it would take to get this job done, but with these girls behind her, she was sure she would do it right. Little did she know, she didn’t have to go through so much trouble to fix Gil. All it would have taken was one word to King Ben; one person brought over to call Auradon their home.

Sitting alone in his dorm, Gil opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a picture frame. In it sat a picture of him and (Y/N), sitting on the front steps of Ursula’s restaurant, smiling at each other. It was the only picture they had together, which he had printed when things got really tough. Smiling sadly at the image he held in his hands, Gil sat on the edge of the bed, the frame creaking slightly under his weight.

“How did I ever think I could do this without you.”

As the young son of Gaston whispered to himself, Harry watched silently from the doorway. He had originally planned on going to the dorm to get ready for his date with Uma, but when he saw Gil do something other than sulking, his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to watch silently to try and find out what had gotten into his friend.

“I didn’t want to come without you.” Gil sighed, “But you insisted and you just looked so happy when I told you I was invited and I just... I didn’t want to let you down.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who the hell his friend could be talking about, and watched more intently as Gil tugged at his hair anxiously.

“But ever since I got here, I can’t help but think about how I just... abandoned you. I left you all alone there, with your mom and with my dad and with my stupid brothers and.... and it should be you here, dammit. You deserve to be here in Auradon more than any of us, and it’s just not fair that you got left behind on that stupid island!”

As Gil got angrier and angrier, his voice started to crack. If he didn’t know any better, Harry could have sworn that Gil was on the verge of tears.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I am still sorry. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I am so sorry.”

At hearing your name, Harry froze in place, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was right, Gil was sulking because he missed you. Of course, Harry never expected it to be you, child of the Queen of Hearts, but here Gil was, talking to you even though you’d never hear him. Eyebrow arched, Harry decided to do what villains do best: Ruin the moment.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) Heart? Really?” he gasped, letting go of the door so that it swung open fully to reveal where he’d been hiding.

Gil jumped at the sound of Harry’s voice, eyes widening and holding the picture defensively to his chest. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he stared down his best friend.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough, mate. When were you gonna tell me?”

Gil rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at the frame in his hand, “I was originally hoping I wouldn’t have to.”

“Ouch.” Harry muttered, “Why all the secrecy?”

“You’ve met our parents, right?”

This earned Gil a small chuckle, “So, what? You were just going to hide the fact that you’re crushing on a person who’s techincally royalty forever?”

“Crushing on them? Dude, I’m in love with them.”

“What has this place done to you?” Harry joked, getting a scowl in return.

“I’m serious, man! I’m in love with them, and you can make fun of me all you want but you can’t change that!”

Shocked by the sudden outburst, Harry held up his hands defensively, “Easy there, mate. I’m just saying, your dad would have your neck if he heard what you just said.”

“Yeah, well.” Gil sighed, flopping onto his bed, “I really don’t care what my dad says anymore.”

“You really love them?”

“I really do.”

“How much?”

Gil thought for a moment, “You know how you love Uma?”

There was a long pause. Harry had never put much thought into his feelings for Uma. He sort of just did whatever felt right when it came to her. And sure, being willing die for her and being willing to crawl through hell afterwards just to be able to fight by her side at least one more time was a little...extra, but everyone felt that way about their best friend, right? Everyone worshiped their best friend and considered them to be the only thing right in the world and would trade his life for hers in a heartbeat, right? On second thought, maybe Harry did love Uma. Maybe he loved her a lot. Maybe he loved her more than he’d ever care to admit. 

“Yeah?”

“It’s cute and all, and I hope you guys end up being really happy together, but it doesn’t come anywhere close to how much I love (Y/N).”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.” Gil stated firmly, standing up so that Harry could see how serious he was when he said this.

“Well then, mate, there’s only one question left to ask.” Harry smirked, placing his hand on Gil’s shoulder, “Why are you sitting here sulking, when you could be out there fighting for them?”

Gil smiled at his friend, realizing how right he was, “Thanks Harry.”

“Don’t thank me, just get a move on! You’re gonna have to go quickly if you wanna stop Evie.”

“Evie?” Gil stopped in confusion, still having no idea about the auditorium full of girls.

“She’s hosting try-outs to find you a girlfriend. Now we both know we can’t stop her, but I suggest you prove to her that you’ve already found someone before all hell breaks loose.”

Gil nodded, walking out of the dorm and heading directly to his destination, not stopping for anyone. He had a plan, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him... not even Evie. Meanwhile, sitting on a lavish chair fit for a teenage king, Ben addressed the advisers in front of him. 

“It’s settled then.” He said triumphantly, “The next four children to come to Auradon from the Isle of the Lost have been selected and I will send my men to deliver their invitations as soon as possible. Thank you, gentlemen, for your help.”

A collection of responses sounded at once as the advisers left the room and were replaced by courtiers in blue and gold uniforms. Ben smiled as he handed each of them a golden scroll.

“Gentlemen, on these scrolls are the four children chosen to come live their second chance in Auradon. It is your duty to travel to the Isle of the Lost, deliver these invitations, and report back with their responses so that we can organize accordingly. Understood?”

“Yes, your majesty.” the men replied.

“Excellent. You’re some of my best men for this task. I trust you’ll do me proud. Dismissed, gentlemen.”

The courtiers bowed and filed out of the room silently, preparing themselves for the job assigned to them. One, however, stayed behind. He remained in a bowing position until Ben acknowledged his presence.

“Do you have a question, Jeffery?”

“Just one last thing, your majesty.” the squire asked, “Just to ensure we collect the right four, might I ask what their first names are?”

“Of course.” Ben nodded, glancing at his list “The daughter of Dr. Facilier is named Freddie, the son of Anastasia Tremaine is Anthony, the daughter of Judge Frollo is named Claudine...”

“And the child of the Queen of Hearts, sir?”

“(Y/N). Their name is (Y/N).”

It took Gil days, but he finally found Ben and got a few minutes to talk to him.

“Hey, Ben! Listen, I know we’re not the best of friends, but I really need your help.”

Ben smiled, chuckling slightly, “Gil, man, I was just about to say the same thing! I need your help too, man!”

“That’s great, Ben, bu- wait, what?”

“We’re welcoming the next batch of Isle kids to Auradon today.” the young king explained, “I was hoping you’d join us! After all, who better to greet them than someone who’s been in their position before?”

“I-I, uh.” Gil was suddenly at a loss for words, confused by Ben’s proposition but hopeful about what it entailed, “Sure. Why not?”

“Great! Follow me!”

Ben lead Gil out to the front of the school, adding him to a line-up composed of the two boys, Mal, Evie, and Fairy Godmother. Ben stood next to Mal, ushering Gil to the other end of the line to stand next to Evie.

“Hey, Gil!” She greeted, “I have someone I want to introduce you to after this.”

Gil frowned, knowing now what she was referring to, “Sorry, Evie, but I, uh, I promised Uma I’d help her with something later.”

Evie’s face fell, clearly disappointed, and she opened her mouth to speak when the roar of a car engine filled the air. The Auradon limousine pulled up in front of the school, as it had twice before, and the driver got out to unload the passengers. Gil watched as they filed out of the car, recognizing them all instantly: Anthony, Freddie, Claudine, and-

“Holy shit.” “(Y/N)?” 

“Hey, Gil.” You smirked, “How’ve you been?”

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Roleplay Server Log #253

“Book Chat, Rudolph, Slender and the MIBs”

[Flux] Is walking along the edge of the water, just watching it and occasionally spotting Aqua rolling through the waves-

[Alexsezia] Is happily potting some small plants outside.

[Flux] Spots her- Oh, hello

[Alexsezia] Hey Flux. It's a nice day, isn't it?

-multiple cats- Trot over to Flux and busk on her dress hem or try to bat at her long hair.

[Flux] Smiles a little at the cats- Yes it is, I figured Notch could use some room to figure out his...  Tweet I believe it's called

[Alexsezia] What's a tweet?

[Flux] - I'm not certain, but I believe it has to do with the internet that humans have...  A way of communicating

[Alexsezia] Ah, that makes sense. He is techincally still missing out there.

[Flux] - Yes...  And it is a bit of a concern...  I don't wish for others to investigate where he's gone to much...

[Alexsezia] Wasn't he always kind of a recluse though?

[Flux] - Well yes, but he's been absent from commenting on the internet as well...

[Alexsezia] Well that's easily fixed. I know there are several people here with some kind of computing device.

[Flux] - I do believe he's enjoyed not having one

[Alexsezia] It does seem like a bit of a time suck. But I do appreciate all the new books Doc has brought in. Some of them are pretty racy too...

[Flux] - Racy?

[Alexsezia] You know? Sexual? I'm not into the practice personally, but it's nice to read a good romance sometimes.

[Flux] - There are educational books about it in the library?

[Alexsezia] What, like Sex for Dummies or something?

[Aqua] Pops up near the shore and looks at the two women-

[Flux] - No, the books you've mentioned

[Alexsezia] Hi Aqua!

-Cats - Watches the sea dragon cautiously-

[Alexsezia] There are educational books on all kinds of things there.

[Flux] Perhaps I'll look into them

[Aqua] Tries to sniff the cats-

-Cats- Three stay and are sniffed and the others scamper back a bit to keep from getting wet.

[Aqua] Tries licking-

-Cats- Skitter away in three different directions-

[Alexsezia] They don't like being wet Aqua.

[Aqua] Tilts head in a curious manner, looking at the plants Alexsezia planted-

[Alexsezia] Plucks a bit of dragonwort and holds it up -

[Aqua] Cranes neck over and sniffs at it before licking it out of Alexsezia's hands-

[Alexsezia] Good boy! Did you need to know something specific Flux?

[Flux] Shakes head- I believe TLOT has covered most of it with me...

[Aqua] Reaches over to sniff Alexsezia's face-

[Alexsezia] Boops Aqua's nose lightly- He's good at that kind of thing. Really found his calling. I'm happy for him, and Steve too.

[Aqua] Boops back- Boop!

[Alexsezia] Laughs even though she got a little wet. -You're feeling friendly today!

[Flux] - Is it not usually?

[Alexsezia] Usually... And you said a word?

[Aqua] - Boop!  Boop!

[Alexsezia] It's a start at least. Have you made friends with Stevie's Milotic yet?

[Aqua] Rubs themselves against the sand- Boooooooooooop!

[Alexsezia] I guess thats as good as I'm going to get. Do you want a scratch Aqua? - Curls and uncurls her fingers to demonstrate.

[Aqua] Watches the fingers curiously and moves closer-

[Alexsezia] Scratches Aqua's barbels and behind his head fins-

[Aqua] Trills-

[Flux] - They seem to enjoy that

[Alexsezia] Seems to be a common dragon thing.

[Flux] - An unintentional effect of their coding?

[Alexsezia] A small weakness. I wonder if that means you could tame a normal Enderdragon by getting on it's head and scracthing it behind the ears?

[Flux] - I'm certain if that suggestion were to reach the doctor they may just try

[Aqua] Glances at it's tail as a fish bumps against it-

[Alexsezia] Perhaps we should just keep quiet about it then- winks

[Flux] A rare small laugh leaves her-

[Alexsezia] I think we have more then our share of dragons as it is anyway.

[Flux] - Yes, although I haven't seen a few for a few days

[Alexsezia] Check the library.

[Flux] - I believe I will, have a good afternoon Alexsezia

[Alexsezia] You as well, oh hey. Have a snack to walk with, on me. - She pulls out a small yellowish stick and holds it out to her

[Flux] Frowns a little as she steps closer to accept it- What is it?

[Alexsezia] Mild chase. It's not strong like the blue, or brine only pungent like the gold.

[Flux] Looks at the chase, seeing the hint of magic which allowed Alexsezia to craft it.  She takes a bite- Mm, that is quite good.  The children in the village might enjoy it

[Alexsezia] I can't do the wheel cheat, but I have a little more you can have. - gives her a handful of sticks.

[Flux] - I will pass these along to somebody who can

- There is a car parked outside of Slender's mansion. There's no road, or even a path it could have arrived on to get there. It's just there. It's a late model black Chevy, low to the ground and certainly vintage, but there's a weird air of newness about it and even a whiff of new car smell as two men get out of it. For a moment they're lit from below by a very un-car-like bright blue glow from the instrument panel but then, it too winks out. The men are identical in black suits, hats and sunglasses, the only difference between them is the yellow tie sported by one and the grey tie of the other.

[Yellow MIB] knocks strongly on the huge front doors-

[Slender] Helping Sally with a bit of math work, he "frowns" when he hears the knocking- Sally, I will be right back- He goes to the front doors and opens them

[MIB] In unison. - Hello. - They sound weird, almost sped up -

[Yellow MIB] We are looking for a soul in a bag -

[Gray MIB] We also request a glass of water. Please.

[Slender] - I don't believe you have any business here.  And a glass of water can be found anywhere

[Yellow MIB] We will make this short.

[Gray MIB] We have information to exchange. - Is getting weirdly red in the face and starting to shake a bit.

[Sally] Peeks around the corner, having heard the request and is holding a glass of water- Papa?

[Gray MIB] Takes the water from the girl with an appreciative nod. He takes out a pill and uses exactly half the glass of water to swallow it. Immediately the redness and shaking vanishes-

[Yellow MIB] Is just staring at Slender, between ones facelessness and the others opaque glasses, it looks like an equal contest.

[Slender] - Go back inside Sally

[Sally] - But Papa...

[Slender] - Now

[Sally] - Okay...- She turns and skips back in to go back to her room, recognizing Slender's tone as a very serious one

[Gray MIB] More composed now - We are investigating a serious crime sir.

[Yellow MIB] But we are not here to detain.

[Slender] - You'll have to be more specific

[Gray MIB] A soul was exorcised and bound to an earthly collection of objects, by a person of interest.

[Slender] - I will still need something more specific than that

[MIBs] Share a confused look with one another-

[Yellow MIB] It appears like a burlap bag?

[Slender] - That is still not specific enough

[Gray MIB] Umm... - holds a hand far above his head - This tall? Red eyes?

[Slender] - Ah, that one, and what business do you have with it?

[Yellow MIB] We need to speak with him.

[Slender] - And I do not see why that is necessary

[MIBs] Just stand there staring at him-

[Offender] - Hey bro!  Do you know where the super glue is?

[Slender] WHY DO YOU NEED THAT!?

[Offender] - ...  Reasons

[MIB] Both lean at a rather impossible angle sideways to see Offender around Slender-

[Slender] - You do not need it Offender

[Offender] - But Rudolf might~

[Slender] - What did you do?

[Offender] - Nothing~

[Yellow MIB] At Offender - we wish to speak with him-

[Offender] - Ooo!  More fuck toys!

[Yellow MIB] eyebrow raise. -

[Slender] - Offender, please go away for now, go keep an eye on Sally

[Offender] - You got it bro!

[Rudolph] Slouches down the hall across from them

[both MIBs] Dart around Slenders legs in opposite directions and head for the monstrosity.

[Slender] Instinctually grabs them with his tendrils, his static filling the air- You do not have permission to enter my home...

[MIB] Both shake violently, their skins are cold and obviously non-human. The half glass of water shatters violently on the floor.

[Rudolph] Puzzled look, mentally - who are they?

[Slender] - They are apparently here for you- Slams the two MIB onto the ground

[MIB] Both crumple and then pull themselves quickly together with no sound whatsover. Yellow seems to have a wire running down his leg that goes into the flesh by his ankle.

[Gray MIB] Stalks over to Rudolph and gives him a rather bizare salute and flashes a small badge. He opens his mouth and there's a sudden time blink, a loss of no less then six minutes.

[Rudolph] Stands there stunned -

[Yellow MIB] Tell no one what you've seen.

[Slender] Growls, his static becoming near deafening in anger-

[Yellow MIB] Takes his hat off respectfully and walks to the door- Carry on good citizens.

[Gray MIB] Heads for the door as well- We will see you in time.

[Slender] Stalks after them, having gone into his hunting mode-

[MIBs] Enter the car and start the motor, the car pulls around the side of the house-

[Slender] Teleports over to that side-

-There is nothing. The car has vanished, along with it's peculiar inhabitants-

[Slender] Teleports back into the house- What, was that about?

[Rudolph] Looks subdued. - There are others like me. One has expired.

[Slender] - I see, I do not appreciate entities being able to find this sanctuary so easily Rudolph

[Rudolph] They are unknown to me. But they are hunting the one who did this to me.

[Slender] - And do you remember anything about them?

[Rudolph] Snarls- I remember more then enough about her... but I do not know where she is.

[Slender] - I see.  With my luck Splender would probably find her before I did...

[Lie] She and CP have been walking along their property with CP answering as many of Lie's questions as he can.  They were towards the very back of the property where the horses were, each wanting a bit of attention- So you really took the time to learn all of their names?

[CP] - Yes, just don't let Doc know that.  They'd have a giggle fit most likely

[Lie] - Why do you not want them to know?

[CP] Sighs- I, don't exactly like others knowing many things about me, only you...  I only open up to you.  You are my mate, my everything

[Lie] Smiles gently at him- You know, I'm starting to get kinda hungry...

[CP] - Stay here, I'll go get us something from the house- He turns and returns to the house, gathering some food from trunks and heading back to where he left Lie.  A sense of dread fills him as he gets closer and doesn't see his mate- Lie?- He looks around a bit frantically, not seeing her at all- Lie!

[Doc] Was snoring softly under the house and wakes up to him calling- Cp?

[CP] Goes rushing by to check in the green house-

[Doc] Uncoils and walks after him- Did Lie wander off?

[CP] - Shit I don't know!  I can't find her though!

[Doc] I'll help- Xe uses hir pinpoint and heads off towards Lie-

[Lie] Had wandered around the side of the hill into the tree's back there-

[Doc] Lie?

[Lie] - Hm?  Oh, hey

[CP] Is immediately relieved-

[Doc] Just doing a bit of exploring? You scared Cp.

[Lie] - Oh, sorry, I got curious....

-Behind Lie something moves-

[Doc] You might want to.. uh, come a bit closer.. quickly....

[Lie] - Why?

-A creeper emerges behind Lie and begins hissing-

[CP] Leaps at it, already summoning his sword-

[Lie] Quickly turns, her eyes going wide at the sight of the mob-

[CP] Quickly dispatches it with a couple of swift blows- And this is why we don't wander without a weapon

[Lie] - Weapons?

[Doc] Well yeah! There's monsters in every dark cave and nook.

[Lie] - I...  I didn't know...

[Doc] The sun burns them, but you have to stay out of dark places, okay?

[Lie] - Alright, I understand

[CP] -Come on, lets head back towards the house

[Doc] Escorts them- Generally the mobs won't give you too much trouble, but you've forgotten how to use your powers, so it's best to stick with a buddy.

[Lie] - Okay, I'll keep that in mind- As they're walking her hair starts twisting backwards as her hair tie reforms

[Doc] Sees the little movement and perks up-

[Lie] - Is everything okay?  Something seems to have gotten your attention...

[Doc] Your hair....

[Lie] Reaches back for it- Oh...  Is it, a hair tie?

[Doc] It's your hair tie. It's supposed to be there.

[Lie] - Oh!  Do I always have my hair back like this?

[Doc] Most of the time yes.

[Lie] - I see, I suppose it would keep it out of my face, although I don't think it will really help with my hair getting into lava...