#Not only is it fun to play around with all the different designs people have made in this fandom but it's also just silly to think about im

[galactic-feelins]

You may have noticed, but I like playing with concepts involving the multiverse. Be it the space between, or the infinite realms, or any other title you may grant it! The multiverse is vast and infinite, with everything that can exist and all those variations. Hell, the whole point of World Hoppers (whenever I finally get around to making/sharing that) is that no one can control the infinite. Yet, in Danny Phantom ghost king aus, it seems like he’s supposed to be in charge of the infinite realms, as if one world wasn't already too much to handle.

Anyway this is to say I like to think the various ghost kings only have jurisdiction over limited territories, which may imply they need an annual meeting to reestablish boarders to account for worlds/realms drifting around. If anyone wants context behind the specific scenario I had in mind drawing this, please let me know, but the point of this was just having fun drawing other people’s ghost kings:

Seen here from left to right is @wanologic’s College AU, @pineconewithapencil’s design from This post, and @jackalspine’s crown cage situation :3

Note that I got permission from Pinecone to absolutely wing it on what the rest of this design might look like, seeing as they don’t have a full design to reference from. Pine’s final design may be entirely different than what’s shown here, but I’d say I’m good at working off of vibes like this.

I haven’t done much style imitation before, and honestly this was fun! I learned some things and got a new trick for drawing ice and gem-like things! Trying to figure out how things are made is fun and interesting, but most of the difference here comes down to coloring styles as my own habits bled through the line art process a lot.

[pikachu-deluxe]

been thinking recently about how i play games (in general but also a bit on the competitive side on some)

turns out i don't particularly care about winning, i just want to have fun, but obviously i do like winning i just try to do win by doing very stupid stuff

it's way more fun for everyone involved when you do things against the meta or common sense and end up winning anyways bc it's so weird that it takes others by surprise

[enavstars]

Redesign of the Akatsuki robes bc I really like its design but it would have been more interesting if every Akatsuki wore it differently.

More details:

The length of the sleeves and robe depends on the need for mobilty of each character, which in turn depends on their fighting styles and abilities. Characters like Kisame and Sasori have shorter sleeves bc they need their arms free to fight. Itachi wearing a longer robe is bc he usually fights with genjutsu, it is also a sign of shameless pride to boast that he doesn't need movement to defeat an opponent.

Uchiha clothing usually have that same high collar thingy that the base Akatsuki robe gets and Obito and Itachi wear it open on purpose, to show their distance with the clan. Also Obito's collar gets bigger and pointier with each change.

Obito's shift from Tobi to Madara makes it seem like he tore his long sleeves. His silhouette is also hidden until the war where he becomes more reckless and stops caring about hiding his identity so carefully. He also got rid of the sleeve that hid the zetsu arm, the not-human one (both bc of symbolism and bc he tends to lose the arm often).

Hidan and Kakuzu seemingly represent the opposite of their themes, religion and money respectively. Hidan looks like a half naked anarchist (which is kind of way off "orthodoxy vibes") though he still has the Jashin jewlery. On the other hand Kakuzu looks homeless but that's bc he's so greedy and stingy he refuses to buy more clothes.

Pain/Nagato and Konan are the only ones with the basic robe bc they're the ones who feel more emotionally connected to the Akatsuki. They get more red bc of the "blood rain" symbolism.

I tried to add to those few hints at modern vibes in Deidara and Hidan's base designs while keeping the shinobi aesthetic bc it fits their character, and after all they are the youngest.

Overall I also did some small redesigns to everyone's base character design.

It was challenging to play around with the Akatsuki robe while also trying to make their character designs more telling of how they are as people but that's precisely why it was fun. I'll be using these when drawing the Akatsuki from now on.

[penelopehere]

Saja Boys HCs Kpop Demon Hunters

Jinu

Shows different sides of himself depending on the situation, rarely letting his true emotions show so they don’t get in the way

Even with the group, he is rather reserved and doesn’t open up to them as much

Despite this, he takes his role as the leader very seriously and is protective over all of them

He shows this by working them extremely hard to keep up their appearances as idols, not wanting to get caught and be put in harm's way

Teasing and messing with them is also another love language he has, often playing pranks on the others with his cat and Baby

He also makes a point to spend quality time with each of them, disguising it as just checking in so everyone is ready for their next performance or interview

In reality though, it’s to make sure everyone is okay and adjusting to being in the human world for this long

Sometimes though, he gets extremely scared of getting too close and depending on them too much so he’ll often pull away and distance for periods of time

Huge animal lover, will often find strays and bring them back home without even telling the other members

Leaves bowls of food outside their house for any animals that come by

Rarely uses his guitar due to the bad memory associated with it

However, when he’s alone, he may play a few things to remember his mother and sister

Has frequent nightmares about his actions, becoming a borderline insomniac since he’s not able to sleep

Will often spend time with Mystery during these times since he’s also up, and they’ll often just sit in silence with each other or make a few things (i.e: doddling, origami etc).

Keeps himself busy by reading, especially since he loves seeing the way the world has changed since he was last alive

Handles most of the business side of being in an idol group, prioritizing what will get them the most fans the fastest

He focuses more on the trends and what statistically will make the group more popular, not focusing too much on the creative side of it

Despite this though, he is very involved in the overall process when it comes to performances

He’ll work individually with each member to make sure the lyrics, music, choreography and aesthetics are perfect

Doesn’t care that much about fashion and styling, but still wants to be presentable so he’ll often let Romance deal with his outfits

If not, he’ll go for a sophisticated but simple look

Doesn’t interact with the fans that much outside of performances and interviews

His online presence is very robotic, merley posting a few videos promoting the group and just being genuinely charming

Baby

Extremely blunt but also sarcastic, so no one really knows when he’s being serious

Uses this to his advantage a lot to mess with people, especially since he also has a very innocent-looking appearance

He loves to prank the rest of the group, like by adding hot sauce in their foods or putting hair dye in their shampoo

The only person he’s more careful around is Jinu, but even then he’ll just make fun of him

Also tells pointless lies to the fans sometimes for his own entertainment, literally has no other reason to

Sometimes he goes a bit further and uses his demon abilities to take some of their things, appear behind them suddenly etc

The other members have to stop him and hold him back so their secret identities don’t get revealed

Similar to Jinu where he doesn’t show that he cares for the other members that outwardly, mainly doing it through snide comments and teasing them

Takes his individual style more seriously than the others, designing most of his own outfits and doing his own makeup

Draws a lot of inspiration from online trends since he’s practically glued to his phone 24/7

Has the biggest online presence out of everyone else in the group, so he runs the Saja Boys account

Because of this though he’s also the most brainrotted, driving the others crazy with his random vocal stims

Will often get Abby and Mystery to do them to, only stopping when Jinu threatens to drag them back to Gwi-Ma

Extremely good at video games despite not practicing, especially when it comes to first person shooters

Has gone viral because of his clip montages multiple times

Practically survives off ramen and soda only, having stacks of bowls and cans around his room

Rarely turns on the light, the only brightness being from his phone and computer

Will scream at you if you enter his room without knocking, wanting to be left alone most of the time

The only exception is Jinu’s tiger and bird who will find their way in the room no matter what

If he does hang out with the others, he’s often just lounging about on his phone, giving a few comments here and there

Has the shortest fuse out of everyone in the group, getting angry at the smallest of things

Is extremely petty and will get revenge on the other person no matter how insignificant their action

However, he’ll get over things fast if he feels like justice was served

Writes most of the lyrics for the group, getting ideas online and putting it in his notes app

Gives himself the best lines on purpose, and just lets the other members fill in any gaps in the song with their own lyrics

However he will go over and fix any mistakes they make, still taking pride in the fact that the song sounds good

Romance

Takes his appearance very seriously, always carrying a makeup set and mirror with him just in case

Designs most of the overall aesthetics for the group, often arguing with the other members when they don’t follow his vision exactly

Has tried to physically tie down some of them so they’d let him do their makeup

Kind of a perfectionist, putting a lot of pressure on himself since he’s supposed to be the visuals of the group

Because of this he is constantly seeking validation for his actions

Loves interacting with fans, causing him to spend the most time with them out of everyone else in the group

Consumes a lot of romance media, and even has a collection of novels so he can get one liners from them to use during interviews

Has gotten called out on it a couple times, but he always manages to talk his way out of it

Also watches chick-flicks, basically studying the way the male leads interact with others so he can come off as charming as possible

Sometimes gets the other members to stand in as the girl so he can practice

Mystery is the only one who consistently agrees to it

Definitely has an alt account to see what others are saying about the group, and influences fans into loving him the most

Has read a few fanfics about himself, definitely using some of it as inspiration for when he does meet and greets

Has also written a few about himself-

On his main account, he posts a lot of self-care videos about how he does his hair, makeup, skin care etc

Keeps his room pristine and will crash out if anyone messes with his things

Also does a few thirst trap videos, learning a few moves from Abby

Can not believe someone doesn’t like him, and will honestly just try to charm them even more until they either give up or manage to get away

Is the most open out of all the members emotionally, and has tried getting them to open up

Despite the little success he gets from this, he still values communicating with the others

Especially since they have to constantly keep up appearances as idols in order to stay safe, which often gets to him mentally

Abby

Refuses to remain fully clothed the entire time during fan interactions

Insists on his shirt ‘accidentally’ ripping open at some point so she can show off his abs

If it was up to him, he’d never wear a shirt during performances but Jinu managed to convince/scare him into doing it

When it comes to makeup and hair though, he doesn’t really care

Therefore he’s one of the more cooperative members when it comes to styling those aspects

Loves cooking food ever since he came to the human world because of the variety of ingredients and recipes

Will force the other members to try it and practically chase them around the house until he can catch them

Also makes food for the animals Jinu brings over, bragging about how they love him the most because of it

Is extremely self centred, looking at himself in the mirror more than any of the other members

Definitely appreciates his human form the most-

Has also gotten into fights with the others because he kept flexing in front of them and telling them to watch

Choreographs all of the dances, getting inspiration from the videos Jinu sends so he knows what’s trending

Will refuse to let the others sleep until they get it down perfectly

However, he’s also the most competitive and will still try to out-dance them during practices and performances

Baby, Jinu and Mystery will purposefully cheat at games just to see him get unreasonably pissed at losing and flip the table or something

Definitely the easiest member to mess with

He’s also very serious about being a fan favourite, making sure his thirst trap videos gets the most likes out of everyone

Will go into the other member’s comment sections and tell their fans to like his videos-

He’ll also post cooking videos from time to time, taking a lot of pride in whatever dish he’s decided to make

Definitely one of the more genuinely social members, since he’s always trying to have proper conversations with fans during meet and greets

Is also the best with kids because of how immature he is

He probably has the same sense of humour as them-

Mystery

The most artistic member of the group, since he always has a new idea developing in his head

Loves making sketches and often drafts a lot of the concepts for the group

However his main role is making the instrumentals for songs, so he works very closely to Baby in order for the lyrics to match the sound

One of the more anti-social members but it’s done out of choice, not because he’s shy

Has a mischievous side sometimes, often teaming up with Baby or Jinu’s bird to steal things from the other members

Probably a kleptomaniac with how many items he’s just randomly taken from people during performances, interviews, even meet and greets-

Says it’s just because he’s curious about the items humans have nowadays, but all the members think he probably just likes the rush of stealing

Practically an insomniac since he stays up making things, and has heavy eye bags

However his hair covers this so no one can really tell

Romance has tried to cut his hair and has literally gotten barked at and almost bitten

Has accidentally snuck up on others because of how quiet he was

Uses this to his advantage when stealing-

Also loves doing it when playing pranks with Baby

Loves sneaking around with Jinu’s cat, the other members of the group have given both of them bell collars before but it didn’t work

Doesn’t post much other than aesthetic videos of drafts of his music

Does those cover videos that just show his torso playing guitar and the lyrics on screen

Is chronically online though, and is therefore the only person who always understands the references Baby makes

One of the more logical members, so he works a lot with Jinu when it comes to the business side of things

Refuses to talk to board members and people like that, however he will help find trends

When it comes to fan interactions, he doesn’t do much besides signing and saying the occasional thank you

This is cause he genuinely doesn’t care about being the most liked member, as long as the group is thriving

[r0-boat]

For last night's stream we streamed a cute little dating sin called "I JUST WANT TO BE SINGLE!!"

It was a game cast of mostly girls even the MC and it was very cute.

As you may not or may already know I have a challenge where every after stream I do I make a drabble or headcanons or any writing based on the game I've played! And since the dating sim was very generic at school transfer student I thought I would do the same with WHB!

So enjoy being the human transfer student at an all demon school.

What in hell is bad? Seven Kings X transfer student

Whb high school AU

Mammon's Dad is alive, Solomon is your father these devils are younger than in the Canon games. Strictly an AU for fun silly purposes. All people are adults I don't specify if it's a high school or a college, but if it helps you sleep at night it's college. Solomon is one of those cool teachers that every student loves, Solomon isn't the best father but he is trying.

Cw: very silly, sfw but suggestive, cliche, some mention of sex because of you know who.

Intro:

What the fuck???

Three words screamed into your mind as you look on at the building that was supposedly your school It looked less like a school building and more like a castle. It's even look like the universities all your friends got accepted in. It looked more than that. Like how we would picture a top college like Yale or Harvard would look like if you've never seen or even heard of it before.

You knew that mysterious all expenses paid scholarship was a bad idea. But it wasn't a prank fine print was fine print. And the icing on the cake. Your father Solomon I would never home because of work was the one who sent you the letter.

Whatever they saw in you must be damn good to be able to get a fucking scholarship and a school that looks like this. The courtyard was utterly deserted signaling that everyone was probably already in their classes. You sigh as you walk over to the huge gated fence slowly and struggling to push the giant iron Gates open enough for you to squeeze by. Seriously who the hell are these gates designed for prisoners?!

But as soon as you stepped through the door this school was a different place entirely. It looked so orderly and clean on the outside but on the inside... It looks like a war zone. Cracks and holes in the floor boarded up windows with broken glass scattered about. The place wreaked of cigarettes and weed and alcohol. Just what kind of school was this??

You would soon get your answer when you stepped into your classroom. Handsome yet dangerous looking men stared at you sharp teeth sharp eyes and even sharper horns that adorned their head.

Devils?!

As the teacher also a devil with a tail that fully moved in such a way that you ruled out the possibility of it being fake introduced you.

"This will be our first human transfer student in a long time! And from then on... You're peaceful school life would never be the same.

Satan

Captain of devil's football (cavalry as they call it), His seating is at the back of the room, and it just so happened that next to him was the only open seat. He stared at you intensely with a scary look, with those red eyes piercing into your very soul. Your heart is pounding as you turn over with a timid smile. "H-hey..." But the devil said nothing as he continued the stair. It was like this for a while until he finally said, "yer a human right?" The word stumbled out of you immediately: "Yes!" The devil studies you for a second but a smile widens as he points "I know you! Your Mr Solomon's kid!" Hearing your dad's name you whip your head around "What? Solomon? You know him??" Satan's toothy grin goes wider "fuck yeah I do He's awesome! I never knew you had a kid though! I wonder why...." You didn't know what else to say if your dad was here you natural you had an urge to go see him when he turned to certain age to be on your own he showed up less and less so it was really hard to get into stay in one place. But Satan's energetic words cuts off your train of thought "You're definitely not going to survive here!" You must choked on your own spit. Yeah no shit Sherlock You kind of known from the moment you walked in but still it was just a shocking to hear it from someone else. "Oh yeah especially since your Solomon's child! Everyone's going to be drooling over you. Nah fuck that I'm going to protect you." He grinded his teeth at the mere mentioned And he just decided this instantly no rhyme or reason not that you think anyway. And he was true to his word a lot more than you thought because they were way too many devils that Satan had to show away That being said he didn't even like his own teammates getting too close It kind of sucked if you wanted to make new friends but I guess having scary dog privileges does help if you want to avoid not so nice people. In your short time of knowing Satan you've learned few things One of them being he had a short temper and once he blew his top he exploded like a volcano. Out of sheer anger he picked up a desk and hurdled it at a devil smashing the wall in process. Now you can see why your classmates called him "Lord of Wrath."

Mammon

You met him when he saw a crowd in the schoolyard. You've had extra free time to kill since Satan's desk-throwing stunt blew a hole into the wall of the classroom, which means an hour of free time. The group of devils gathered Drew your curiosity for you to come closer. When you pushed through the crowd you saw a man sitting on a bench He was sculpted like a rugged a mountain His muscular arms folded His legs crossed with a smirk on his face You finally were able to focus on the words they were saying "Lord of Greed something I want to buy but I can't afford-" , "say no more... Say the amount and you may have it"

"Lord of Greed those rings look so gorgeous where did you get them?!"

"Oh these cheap things? Meh the solid gold can't remember how many carrots off the top of my head but if you want it knock yourself out... They're not the best in my collection and honestly been wanting to get rid of them for a while." He looked so casual just taking off a gold ring and tossing it to the devil who asked as if these rings were worth mere pennies to him. That's when his eyes fell upon mine. His smile widened as he scooted to the right opening a seat for me "Oh? You're that human. Come sit with me." As all eyes were on you in an instant peer pressure crushed under your weight like a styrofoam cup as you shuffle toward him as if he was a god and you were a mere peasant.

As soon as you sat down his He leaned back and forth his eyes sculpting you just like a certain devil this morning before saying. "Hm... I like you, You're mine now."

"Excuse me... " You didn't realize you said it out loud until the devil chuckles "I said I like you and I own things that I like... I think humans call it 'relationship' I'm not really familiar with human courting. But you are mine now and I guess That means I am yours too." The group of devils around you too eyes widen like saucers. You had no idea what's going on as the devil's around you whisper material wealth, money,richest person in the world, jealousy This was all going so fast your head was spinning This was the second devil today that just decided that they liked you for no reason at all.

"say... What are your plans for lunch today?" You didn't even get a chance to open your mouth before he talked over you "whatever they are cancel them. You will be having lunch with me a five course meal made fresh by my father's personal chefs." You wanted to talk to say something You didn't even get a word out of your mouth when arms wrap around you and suddenly your transported in other place entirely.

Leviathan

An empty classroom with nothing but desks the same cracked walls a bottle of what you assume is alcohol have has really thrown on the floor and sitting on the desk staring at the window a man with a princely pretty looking face hair with a pearly white color that was mesmerizing to your eyes. But when you turn to look at you that color was all but mesmerizing as he looked at you with pure disgust. "You..." He snarled as he got it from his chair. Making strides toward you You were terrified but you stood your ground Even as he grabbed your face that made you flinch forcing your head left and right. Your eyes squeaks shut before putting your hands on him and pushing him away. He clicked his tongue and snarled. "Weak and annoying pitiful humans and you dare to be related to Solomon."

That struck a nerve. All day you've hadn't said a single word and this devil insulting you was the final straw.

"at least I don't have the personality of a raccoon with rabies your breath smells worse than the garbage you ate this morning."You snapped back at that moment you regarded little for your safety of what this devil could do to you No one talks to you or your family like that. Especially not assholes like him. The devil's eyes went wide for a second only to scrunch back up and click his tongue. "Just watch your back human..." He hissed storming up the classroom. First day and you made an enemy Great.... You definitely can't wait to get bullied by demons.

Beelzebub

You met him on the way to one of your classes getting chewed out by a teacher. You couldn't know but watch as the man with a single horn just nonchalantly leaned against the wall as the teacher went off on him: "You're the future Lord of Abyssos... You have to take this seriously! You're missing a lot of classes....!!!" But to the Lord of Gluttony, all this information went in one ear and out the other. When the teacher finally stormed off that's when he realized you had eavesdropped way more than you should have. When your eyes met, He smiled and pulled you into the room.

"hey haven't seen you before...hmm... You're Solomon's kid right?" He said his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leans near your face. " Um yeah. " You just accepted that probably every person in the school knows now.

"Hell ya." Please smile before something seemingly distracted him That's when he held the back of your head and leaned your head in burying his nose and your hair. Instinctually you pulled back. " Sorry sorry It's just, wondering where that smell was coming from so I thought I'd take a sample from you." with his arms still around your waist He got up from leaning against the desk walking out of the classroom dieting you God knows where. "One thing about devils. Is that if we like something we like to get 'intimate' with that thing. " He smirked and the way the word intimate rolled off the tongue major eyebrows furrow. You're not quite sure what he meant by that and honestly part of you is too scared to ask. " Where are you taking me?" You said half wanting to change the subject. "Cafeteria where else?"

"But it's not lunch?"

"pft so?" Beelzebub chuckled as if you were worried about skipping class as a mere funny joke. "You worry too much. You're Solomon's kid. The teachers won't do anything, trust." Even though You are the kid of someone who apparently was extremely popular in this school and left a bad taste in your mouth to know you were getting special treatment. And you were practically being yanked along by this random devil, so you couldn't really do anything well, not if you worried about your safety. You still remember Satan hurdling the desk like it was nothing.

Lucifer

Remember Leviathan well unlucky for you he remembered you. When Beelzebub was taking way too long to get simple drinks to bring back to you to the empty pafeteria You decided to say fuck it and just walk back to class. And does he walk through the empty hallway you stopped and that's when you saw him. His scowling face made your heart drop.

Here is a fun fact about devils you learned when you just tried to turn around and walk away. They know magic as a tendril coming up from seemingly nowhere wrapped around your neck and yanked you backward toward him when his hands grabbed your shoulders. He yanked you and slammed you against the lockers, pinning you, his face hovering over yours. "I saw you hanging out with those other dimwits... "You're not sure why, but you know exactly who he was talking about. " Someone like you shouldn't be around people like them. He hissed as you felt his fingers dig into your shoulders as he pinned you harder and harder against the lockers. When you tried to lift your arms to push him, those tendrils returned, wrapping around your arms and slamming them against the locker. His hand slid from your shoulders to your waist. And now you're confused... "You're just a weak human remember that." He got close to your face grinding his teeth before using his limbs to throw you to the side.

It wasn't until he was gone that you noticed The pain in your wrist and blood dripping from the cut. You sigh as you decide to take a trip to the nurse's office if the devil's even had one.

They compared this school's other rooms to those in the disaster state. This one seems clean, untouched... Dare you say professional? The only one working was a baby blonde-haired man sitting at a desk, spinning around a pen between his nimble fingers. When he looked up he noticed the blood dripping from your wrist he shot up before you could even say anything He gently takes your hand. "Your hurt. come with me." Wrapping a hand around your waist guiding you to one of the beds in the nurse's office as if your cut was more dire than it was when he sat you down he immediately grabbed the bandages and started to wrap you up.

"You're the transfer student aren't you?" He asked which you only nodded. "Nice to meet you, I'm Lucifer I believe we share one class together?" Wow an actual introduction, All day you've gotten no introductions all their names you learned by word of mouth or other devils introducing them for you.

"Oh." Slipped from your mouth with more surprise than you wanted to, and Lucifer's Stern face curled up slightly. "Thought I was a teacher?" You just nodded your head. "I get that a lot. Not many students come here since they're all devils, so I got this place for myself. I don't even think we have a nurse; I'd hate to see anyone get hurt. " Huh That's sweet. From what you had been witnessing all day something like this was definitely a rarity. When he was finished wrapping your wrist he saw you out as quickly as you came in.

Belphegor

It wasn't even the end of the day yet and you were being yanked in every direction by everyone in the school devil's flocked to you looking at you with curiosity or hunger (You're not sure which one it was)

So you escape to the only place you know, where you constantly come up when you know you can be away from people. The rooftop. As you walked closer to one of the benches to sit down and eat, you failed to realize someone already held that spot who was sleeping soundly until he woke up with a yawn and a stretch. "Hrm?" He hummed, rubbing his tired eyes and looking at you as you just stood there frozen in place with enough awkwardness to kill a man. He pointed at you. "You c'mere." He said his voice low and husky. He made the motion with his finger. From your experience with being dragged around all day, You probably shouldn't accept this man's request as, knowing your luck, you would just get dragged into more drama or trouble. But you did interrupt his nap, and all things considered, he didn't look like he was in too much trouble. So you stepped closer. He left the bench next to him, and since there was nowhere to sit, It was your only option. As soon as you sat down, he laid back down, his head resting on your lap. Turning from his back to his side, he muttered, "You're comfortable. Stay like this fo'me, Would ya? " He asked you to fall asleep instantly. You don't know why, but this touched your heart, kinda a moment of tranquility as you place you eat your lunch, gazing at the world below. You were surprised to know how fast he went to sleep. Knowing your luck he was probably another Lord, And you could guess he must be the Lord of sloth. You know you shouldn't, but you couldn't help it. It's not like he would wake up to you running your fingers through his hair, reveling in how unexpectedly soft his locks were. Out of the hellish day you dealt with this, it was nice.

And it only got worse once lunch break actually rolled around as that's when Beelzebub Mammon and Satan saw each other and realized that they were after you as well to spend their lunch together.

Fun fact that you learned about devils when you had the displeasure of seeing your two classmates making out in the hallway while every student ignored them. Devils have no sense of shame or a lack thereof. They just do whatever they want when they want, which explains why the school rules about alcohol, weed, and other miscellaneous drug substances you have found throughout the day were so Lax. And another fun fact you learned about devils... It is that they are very territorial, apparently. You saw it first hand, as when Beelzebub wrapped an arm around you, Satan puffed up and hissed like a cat as he ripped him off you. You were lucky you escaped the scene, as when Mammon made a comment about How short Satan was, He exploded and tried to lunge at him.

Asmodeus

Was it too late to drop out??? You thought it was the end of the day, and you were beyond exhausted. And these lords did not stop either. You thought you could meet up with your dad if the bell rang. You wish you could call him, but sadly, that was off the table since your dear father had little to no interest in Mobile technology. The only one he ever had was a flip phone just to get a phone number. You swore a phone call with him was like torture as you had to listen to more static than his voice. Other devils told you and confirmed that he had his own personal office somewhere. If it wasn't for the big ass school, you would have been okay with trying to find his office, but sadly, you were already wandering around the school to stop now. When you walked by, you noticed the janitor's slightly open call. When you got closer, you snuck into the closet, and your eyes widened. A devil, no two devils... No three?? It's getting a little hot and under the collar in there. Grinding and bugging their hips against each other when you accidentally made a noise, the black-haired devil who was sandwiched between the other two noticed your presence. Your soul jumped out of your skin as you ran as fast as you could in the other direction. If he was another Lord, he was 100% the Lord of Lust, and you wanted nothing to do with him. But it seemed like he wanted everything to do with you as you kept wandering around the school, trying to purge that memory from your mind. You felt arms wrap around you. You shrieked and jumped backward turning to notice a familiar face. His smirk and disheveled clothes and hair shivered up your spine as your trembling voice fell from your lips. "Oh, it's you... What do you want?" Asmodeus giggled. "My, aren't you cute? I've never seen someone look at me with such frightened disgust."

He was practically undressing you with his eyes. Eye molesting... Whatever it was you didn't like how he looked at you. "Never in my thousands of years has someone looked at me with such... Such a 'curious expression.' You're Solomon's spawn? " At this point, so many devils have asked You throughout the day you just nod your head now in acceptance.

"I knew it. You even have his gorgeous eyes. And his sexier features that I've always admired from afar. "

What the fuck, please don't fuck my dad!? You screamed in your head. But since he was talking to you maybe he could tell you where he was since it looked like he would know a little too much "Do you-Do you know where he is?"

Their smirk only widened as he pulled you close against him. His body pressed against yours. You ground your teeth to stop from screaming as he whispered into your ear. "I do but what's my payment? You don't seem to have any on you..." He said his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your body. Before you could do anything else, you probably beat the shit out of him like you used to do with kidnappers when you were a kid. He pulls away and laughs like what he did was the funniest thing in the world.

"I'm just kidding sweetheart, You just look so cute I couldn't help but tease you. Yeah his office is on the next floor It has a purple rug can't miss it."

It's like the stress left your body as you sighed. You gave him a smile before leaving, but when you turned around, you swear to God you heard him say, " I think I'm in love..."

Bonus

You have to fight off tears when he mutters your name in a broken string of sentences, dreaming of the past when you were in diapers. You took his coat hanging from the chair and draped it over him before leaving his office

When you finally saw his office and walked inside, it looked like an old antique shop as all kinds of knick-knacks and antiques decorated the old wood shelves, and on his desk were stacks of paper, and your beloved father was caged between all those papers. Now you understand why he's always so busy as he was passed out on the desk. You are upset that you didn't get to talk to him, but you would probably get the chance tonight as you are living with him now, you understand. You never knew your mother, and to take care of you, He had to move out of the house and into an apartment, working his ass off day and night just to keep a roof over your head.

[nxuvillette]

hi um this is my first ever ask and i was wondering if you write for kazuha hhahsgkka if you do, could you write nsfw hcs for kazuha w a reader whos bold in public but gets really shy in bed ?

hope ur doing ok !

“KEEP THAT SAME ENERGY IN BED.”

HAVING SEX WITH KAZUHA

synopsis : kazuha noticed how bold you had suddenly become during the day, but he wondered if that behavior would remain the same if he acted on his fantasies.

❥ - including : kaedehara kazuha

❥ - a/n : so sorry this took a bit of time ! i was working the whole weekend, but i do hope you enjoy :>

content warnings : nsfw [18+], fem!reader, minors + ageless + blank blogs dni, choking, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, creampie, use of pet names (my love , baby), mentions of after care.

it had honestly been a fun game for you to mess around with your boyfriend, kazuha.

the two of you finally had some free time from your taxing jobs to spend some time with one another. you both missed each other’s presence more than anything else, so you decided to spend your day walking around the city of inazuma to mingle with different people or taste the plethora of foods that were offered to you from the vendors. 

you entered various shops looking at the most breathtaking kimonos that were designed by the women selling them. kazuha suggested at one point to try one of them on to see if you wanted to purchase the clothing for a special event, and that’s when you started making your move on your boyfriend. you slightly giggled and asked if he wanted to take a peek under the fabric to see what was beneath it. 

kazuha’s cheeks turned pink, but nonetheless he kept his cool to avoid any unwanted attention.

you thought his reaction was quite cute, so you decided to continue on with your games. in all honesty, you wanted to see how long you could keep up with the front. kazuha already knew what kind of person you were in bed. you would soak your panties the second his fingers made contact with your skin, so that kind of behavior you were emitting was a bit unusual to the man. regardless, he played along.

the rest of the day moved forward quite quickly. 

you had messed around with kazuha several other times throughout the day. your hands would wander a little too close to where his crotch was, or you would suddenly become very clingy randomly. to any outsider, they’d think you both were a happy couple who were holding each other from having such a long day of exploring, but it was the exact opposite. 

once you returned home, kazuha had completely pounced on you like a lion waiting on a rabbit to eat. he pushed you onto the mattress and wasted no time pulling your shirt down to reveal your breasts that he loved so dearly. you weren’t expecting such a reaction out of your lover. he was fumbling with your top and was almost in a trance trying to get you naked. the shyness you had once hid from him all day with the facade you put on was cracking like glass, and he was well aware of that.

“k-kazuha! wait, i–“

“ah? is your little act over with? you were practically slutting yourself out for me earlier, and now you’re shy? mmm.. no, baby, i’m not gonna let that slide.” he cut you off, making your face burn with embarrassment.

you couldn’t reply, because the moment kazuha’s hand disappeared down your panties, you lost your thoughts. his fingers circled around your clit. your body felt so warm. kazuha was one of the only men who has pleased you properly. he knows all of your weak spots and how to make you fall to your knees within minutes. he really got you there, and there was no way you were going to run away from him. not after all of that teasing. 

he paused his movements on your cunt, taking his hands to pull his pants down. his cock was painfully hard and his tip was already leaking precum from how turned on he was. he turned his attention to your own shorts and he didn’t hesitate pulling them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them elsewhere in the room. he practically salivated at your messy pussy that was all out for him. fuck, he was so damn lucky to have someone as beautiful as you laying before him. 

he didn’t want to waste anymore time. he pulled your body closer and plunged his cock into your hole, making your fingers curl around the sheets. both of you groaned in pleasure at the sensations you were feeling. kazuha’s cock reached areas inside you that you weren’t aware of. 

once he fully bottomed out, kazuha unleashed a relentless pace against your cunt. your gummy walls wrapped around him so nicely and perfectly it was almost like you were made for him. “ah! kazuha!” you moaned, making eye contact with him.

his hand attached itself to your throat, tightening his hold on you to the point where you struggled to take in air. “you like being treated like a slut, huh, my love? you’re so dirty..” he cooed, releasing some of his pressure he had on your neck.

your hands flew up to grasp his shoulders while his cock bullied your aching hole. a few hair strands began to loosen from the ponytail that held it back. he looked so good. there was sweat glistening on his body and a slight pink tint was dusted on his cheeks from how aroused he was in the moment. there was nothing better than the view right in front of you. 

you were taken by surprise when kazuha’s thumb came to your lips, prying them apart so your mouth was now open. he swallowed for a moment before a drop of his own saliva dribbled into your mouth. you blinked when his spit reached your tongue, spreading its warmth all over it. “don’t swallow until you cum, got it?” he looked down at you with seriousness in his expression.

you immediately nodded at his request and held his spit on your tongue. you could feel your body inching closer to its high. there was this white hot pleasure that kept igniting whenever kazuha’s cock kissed at your g-spot. it was clouding your judgment and your body felt amazing. you didn’t want it to end, but you were also chasing after that release you desired so badly. 

kazuha gritted his teeth when he felt your cunt clamp down around his dick. his hips suddenly stuttered. he couldn’t believe you came that quickly. he knew it didn’t take a lot for you to become so wound up, but this was quite a shock. “yeah, that’s it, baby. you’re doing so good for me.. take me in. take all of me inside you!” he threw his head back as he thrusted into you continuously.

once you swallowed, you let out cries of pleasure. your pussy felt so tired and sore. yet, kazuha kept up his assault on you. he was so close. he couldn’t help but start letting out noises as well. “kazuha! yes, right there!” you whined, locking your ankles around his torso.

with one final thrust, he finally peaked and released himself inside of you. he couldn’t help but immediately start kissing you as he rode out his orgasm. the kisses you shared were sloppy and quite messy. smacking sounds could be heard if someone else listened in. 

kazuha pulled himself out of you and laid down beside you on the bed. his arm went to circle around your waist. you could feel his heart beating against his chest as you placed your head against him. he still smelled as good as he did when you first met him during the day. 

he surely hoped you’d try some games again with him some time.

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[cavegirlpoems]

So many TTRPG people, like yourself, seem to exist in a world where players don't actually enjoy the campaigns they're in, and don't actually like playing with the people they play with, and your whole approach to game mechanics seems like it's about trying to bribe these people to continue playing at a given table.

i have no idea where you get this idea from, I play a bunch of different games - including freeform text rp, fest larps, parlour larps, regular tabletop campaigns, longform play-by-post games and narrative wargames - and I have a lot of fun doing it. I wouldn't be a game designer if I didn't actually enjoy games. The thing is, if you study game design and ttrpg theory seriously, you think about the intent behind design decisions. Game design doesn't just happen by accident, the designer put a given rule in for a reason. So, you ask yourself why the designer made the game the way it did, and what they were trying to achieve.

A significant tool for game design is considering the feedback the game provides; what behaviours that ruleset rewards and what it discourages. (You can apply this analysis to other games, too, like video games). When I'm talking about a bribe, it's in that context; how does the game reward you for doing things, and what things does it reward. (For example, 'scrabble' rewards you for playing words with weird letters in them by making those letters worth more points.)

The thing is, ultimately, every game relies on a simple proposition; that if you volunterily use its rules, you will have fun. You don't need to follow the rules, and you can have fun without them, but the idea is that using the rules will let you have more fun, or a different type of fun, than if you didn't. (For example, throwing a ball around is a bit fun, but if everybody agrees to follow the rules of basketball, you get a different experience that a lot of people prefer). So, the only bribe you're making on the interpersonal, out-out-of-game level (unless something weird is going on) is "if we play this game it will be fun". When I talk about bribes and incentives, it's *inside* the game, after we've all agreed to the game's proposition of "if you use the rules, you will have fun".

Now, what counts as an incentive varies by game. Some, like Warhammer 40k, are challenge-based, and have ways to keep score of success and victory; here, things that signify overcoming the challenge are your incentives; how you get a high score, how you win, etc. Others, like most ttrpgs, are creative-based. What constitutes an incentive within the game's structure is less precisely defined. By and large, though, these incentives tend to be things like increased agency within the game fiction, space for creative expression, and experiencing and learning about more of the game fiction. (In this structure, 'being more mechanically powerful' can be thought of as a way of granting a player more agency, because their actions are more likely to succeed and result in the outcomes that they want. If the mechanical growth is lateral as well as vertical, then how to get more powerful is - itself - a venue for creative expression in what to prioritise, which is also a reward).

In the same way that you have the adage that 'restrictions breed creativity', the same goes for Fun. Limiting your scope from anything-goes freeform by voluntarily agreeing to use a set of game rules can produce similar results. Voluntarily limiting your agency in the fiction according to a set of game rules produces a friction that players of roleplaying games find enjoyable to push against. In this context, a reward structure within a game serves the useful purpose of signposting which direction you should push to get the fun kind of friction. A game which limits your options, and then gives you more options when you engage with certain behaviours, is telling you that those are the intended behaviours. Likewise, a game that limits your options even further when you do something is encouraging you not to do that. This is because game designs are not neutral and universal, they exist to create specific experiences. A game that rewards you by giving you more space for creative expression when you get in a fight - and gives you less space for creative expression when you avoid violence - is one that wants you to engage in violence, because it's designed to be a game where you have fun by fighting. This isn't bribing the players to sit down at the table and play the game; that has already happened outside the context of the game. They have already agreed to the game's offer of 'if you use these rules, you will have fun'. Rather, this bribing is within the game-space, the games mechanics encouraging the players to engage with it as intended, in the way that will be most fun. IE: these incentive structures are a tool the game uses to achieve the promise it makes; they guide the players towards the fun that they volunteered to have. Hope that makes sense. * * * Now, your initial ask is a weird take that's entirely unrelated to anything I've posted, and - particularly from an anon account- oddly antagonistic. I don't know if you're genuinely confused about game design, or arguing in bad faith. Either way, this probably doesn't merit the small essay I've produced, but have one anyway, it's always fun to clarify my ideas in written form.

[penkura]

OP Men as Dads Part 3

Note: Part 3, Part 3!! I was asked by someone on AO3 to add Luffy, so I did that! I still view Luffy more as a brother or son, so I still don't expect to write anything romantic for him, but this I can do! I hope you all enjoy!

Franky probably didn’t even think he’d ever get the chance to have kids, not after the train accident you know, but he’s excited for it! You’d have two boys around three to four years apart that are just like Franky in every way, but the older would be a bit more shy than the younger. They’ll both spend a lot of time with Franky in his workshop when they get old enough, they’ve got a knack for shipwright work and it almost brings a tear to Franky’s eye to see them sketching their own ship designs on whatever scraps of paper they can find. Your boys love you too of course! The two will bring their drawings to show you and ask your opinion, you have to tell them everything on your mind or they won’t go back to drawing, mama’s thoughts matter! It becomes family time to go over the sketches your boys made during the day, they want to do you and Franky proud in everything, but nothing they do could ever make you love them less.

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Katakuri has planned to have kids for a while, even though he’s already 48, he still wants to have a few and be a father to them. He’ll raise them differently from how he was raised, but still love them dearly and want only the best for them! You’ll both be surprised when you only have one first, a little girl who has Katakuri wrapped around her finger as soon as she’s born and handed to him. She’s so tiny, he’d be content to have just her if she’s all you were blessed with. Fast forward five years and there’s a set of wailing triplets that you also didn’t expect to have, but the three boys are more than you ever could’ve asked for and their big sister loves them just as quickly. She begs to see them as soon as their born, Katakuri brings her by that day to see you and them, and she has to gold all three in a row immediately. After that, a set of twin girls comes along a few years later, your oldest isn’t the only girl anymore and she’s still just as happy to have new siblings at around ten-years-old, your five-year-old set of triplets also excited. Katakuri loves and thanks you so much for the family you’ve made with him, even if you tell him your twin girls are it, you’re done. He's happy with what you have, grateful for your love and children.

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Killer is absolutely a great dad, you couldn’t have asked for anyone better to be your partner and father to your children. You have a boy first off, with your eyes and blond hair, he wants to be just like his dad when he grows up! A couple years later comes a little girl, she’s a surprise but a pleasant one at that. You didn’t really expect her to have Killer wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat but the second he saw her it was over, he became wholly devoted to your little girl and making sure she was happy as could be. You’ve come back to your family multiple times seeing Killer either having a tea party with your daughter or playing some make believe game with both your children, he normally plays the damsel in distress for their enjoyment. Your kids can see people act oddly around Killer when they recognize him, but neither of them care to know why, they’re still quite young, and they only care that they’re dad loves and takes care of them alongside you. All that matters to them is that Killer is around to play with them and eventually start teaching them to protect themselves.

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Luffy would be the fun dad, no doubt in my mind! Like how Ace would have three daughters, I can see Luffy having three sons! Probably twins at first, then another son a couple years later, the three having the same dynamic that he had with Sabo and Ace when they were kids! They’d all look like Luffy, except your middle child would have your eyes, a small piece that shows yes, you’re the mother to these three rugrats. All three dream of being pirates, its their favorite game to plan, especially so since their dad is King of the Pirates. After all, who better to tell you how the pirate life works than him?? With all of the Straw Hats around, your sons would be protect from the moment they hear you’re pregnant, everyone being the best aunts and uncles around as soon as they’re born. Luffy would be the most protective of course, but he’d still give your sons the freedom to do what they want and to grow and learn how the world works. Being a pirate is about freedom, isn’t it? Your sons will never have to wonder if they’re loved or wanted, everything you and Luffy do is for them.

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I honestly see Mihawk with one child, a daughter. She’d be an unexpected blessing that has him around her tiny finger the moment she takes her first breath. He’d never let her, or you of course, out of his sight, unless he absolutely had to go to a Warlord meeting or something like that. When Zoro and Perona show up, they’re both flabbergasted that the Dracule Mihawk has a child, and that she’s a cute baby girl, only a few months old! Perona will try to dress her up in frilly dresses but your daughter will cry, which ends with Mihawk taking her back and demanding Perona stop using his daughter like a dress up doll. The funny thing is, your daughter will be absolutely enthralled with Zoro, she’ll fuss until he holds her, sometimes he’s the only one who can get her down for a nap or to sleep at night. The number of times Mihawk has caught Zoro training with your daughter strapped to his back or the two napping together warms his heart, maybe having the two freeloaders around isn’t so bad.

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Sabo never thought too much about having kids. It was a nice idea, but he didn’t have any strong opinions about it. Then of course, you showed up and he started to have dreamy ideas of his own family and children with you as the mother. Your first is a little girl, blonde as her dad and just as rambunctious. She’ll chase down everyone that she can’t to play with her and grab their attention for whatever story she’s made up, Sabo especially listens intently to her, giving her a smile, asking questions, and responding to everything she says positively. After your daughter comes two boys, one after the other just a couple years apart, and both times Sabo can’t believe he’s so lucky to have you and your children. Your sons look more like you, though your youngest has Sabo’s hair just like your daughter. He’s more shy than either of his siblings, but with Sabo he’s more open and talkative. Your first son may be the middle child, but he’s also the one who becomes more interested in the Revolutionary Army’s work. Although Sabo knows that all of them may become interested one day, wanting to join, he hopes that their work can be completed first and your children will be able to love safe, comfortable lives as they grow up.

[x-i-l-verify]

Something that I've noticed ever since the Smiling Critters were introduced is that they can so easily be paired off into complementary duos, ones that are specifically designed to teach children fundamental lessons about life and self-care from two different angles. It's really interesting to me.

Like obviously you have Dogday and Catnap, with their sun/moon, dog/cat dichotomy, that stress how important it is to have fun and get things done during the day, but also that it's important to wind down, relax, and get a good night's sleep.

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Bubba Bubbaphant and Craftycorn were introduced as a duo in the Smiling Critter show's intro, and their dichotomy is quite obvious. They are basically the right and left sides of the brain personified. Bubba is the left side of the brain, logical, analytical, focused on math and science. Craftycorn is the right side of the brain, creative and imaginative, focused on the arts and self-expression. They represent learning and academia in all its forms, the different ways people engage with and understand the world.

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Hoppy Hopscotch and Kickin' Chicken form the sportsmanship duo. They are both portrayed as enjoying sports and the outdoors, but in different ways that highlight the different ways sports can be played and enjoyed and also what it entails to be successful at them. Hoppy Hopscotch may be loud and impatient, but she is also a team player, shown in her willingness to slow down her fast pace to make sure none of her friends are left behind. Kickin' Chicken, on the other hand, is laid-back, relaxed, and chill, the described "cool kid" of the group, but he's also described as having a ton of perseverance, more of a "slow and steady wins the race" type of person.

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This leaves Bobby Bearhug and Picky Piggy as the last pair. Fittingly, these two are all about how to meet the fundamental needs of yourself and others. Bobby teaches children how to nourish themselves emotionally through showing and receiving care from others, while Picky teaches them how good food is important to nourish the body and soul. Depriving oneself of either of these things only makes oneself and therefore everyone around one miserable, because those fundamental needs are no longer being met.

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Like fr, this is some pretty genius marketing right here. You have enough characters that every kid will have their favorite, but not so many that any would get lost in the shuffle, because the lessons each one of them would teach would be integral to the group as a whole. It really makes me that much sadder we saw basically nothing of the Smiling Critters during the game itself, because Mob Games struck gold with this concept, only to ultimately do nothing with it. :/

But I guess that's what fandom is for, eh?

[thebearme]

TIME TO ANSWER QUESTION ABOUT FAMILY!!!

The meeting up was more of a surprise visit than anything planned, but it when well. Donut's interactions with Petey was pretty normal... well as normal something could be in the dogman universe. A couple of dumb invasive questions but overall Donut means well, but it is draining Petey's patients.

"Yes, I was the world's most evilest cat."

"No, I won't get into the nitty-gritty of how that happened."

"Yes, Lil Petey looks exactly like me because he was made in a cloning machine."

"No, I won't explain why my tail is shorter than his."

"Yes, me and your brother are parenting him together."

"NO, WE AREN'T MARRIED!"

"NO, YOU DONT HAVE TO BE MARRIED TO PARENT A CHILD!"

"NO I WONT EXPLAIN THE WHOLE DUMB SOCIAL CONSTRUCT THAT MAKES PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT THE ONLY WAY A CHILD CAN BE RAISED RIGHT IS WITH MAN AND WOMAN MATRIMONY!!"

"Yes.... I can get you water."

Swoopy interaction with Petey was quick and short. He doesn't talk/bark... or sign.

Cocoa never talked to a cat before, let alone TWO. So if there's any sibling that going to embarrass Dogman, it's gonna to be her. Asking if it true that "cats have nine lives" or that "cats have a more sophisticated taste than other animals" or "do you have like, a billion different degrees. Oh what am I talking about, you probably already at the trillions, aren't you?" While Petey funny enough never even went to college. AND dropped out of high school when he was younger as well... But hey, even though all of those are dumb cat stereotypes he DOES enjoy being called smart.

Donut is a fun uncle to Lil Petey, telling him fun stories from when he was a pup, teaching him how to bake and all types of silly stuff.

Swoopy is like Ice bear from we bare bears, so it's a gamble if Lil Petey and him would have a normal day if you left them alone.

Cocoa (I admit I thought more in-depth about) would try to impress Lil Petey with her "travels around the world". Tho this is a big lie, she has been living on a milk farm. She doesn't think any of her REAL stories about how they make almonds into milk is really that interesting, at least to a city boy like Lil Petey and she just wants to be seen as the cool aunt! Eventually with enough pestering from Dogman, told the truth to Lil Petey and was surprised by the fact he was ACTUALLY INTERESTED in how it's like working in a farm. Anyways, Cocoa is definitely the aunt you invite if you're playing pretend or something.

Oh most definitely! I feel like he wants a sibling since he met Molly and all her brothers and sisters. Even though the household is completely chaotic he still wants a sibling.

Now don't ask me for some Detey fankid design because I don't do good in making things like that. Idk why but with all my years and different fandoms and ships I've been into, I can't imagine fankid designs for the life of me. Never had but kudos to the people who can.

Yup, If anything I think they would adopt. Idk it just feels in character, they just home a kid for a bit until uh oh- we accidentally planned a college fund- I guess we're gonna have another kid now.

Well I'll try explaining how the beginning went. It definitely was a surprise for Dogman's parents. Lil Petey had this all planned out before hand so when Petey and Dogman were getting groceries thats when Lil Petey went to get his grandpa- which was easy because the security in cat jail is crap. "Can I take my Grandpa for a night, we're gonna have a big family dinner." and a thank you note left for the Warden, went he notices after his long monolog about how he can't just let Gramps leave. 80HD was the only to grab Maggie and Joe, They all eventually met up at the house.

LP apologizes about the abrupt napping of the two and gives a proper introduction. "Hi I'm Lil Petey, your grandson!" "We kinda met before but I didn't get to say hi, so.. hi!"

The pair are still in a daze of confusion over what's even happening and HOW could this kitten be their grandson? Looking over to the old feline next to him they can guess that he's the grandfather... he kinda looks like that one cat that was with them in the first visit to the ranch. Was he the father? Does that mean-

Before the two can spiral into their next conclusion LP starts up again.

"We you two like to stay for dinner? Papa and Dogman should be coming home with the groceries soon."

With abit of distain in their face at the name "Dogman" they surprisingly nodded a silent yes to the question of if they'll stay or not.

This immediately supports Lil Petey's hopes in the situation. I was right, They do still care! They just need to talk with each other and actually talk. And maybe soon Dogman can have his parents again and we can be a big family! Plus- If it annoys Grampa enough maybe he'll admit he's wrong and start actually caring for once!

The kid is abit too optimistic because this is Grampa we're talking about and just because he's been good recently doesn't mean he's been tamed.

Grandpa has no interest in playing along with the kid, he may have not act out recently- all because that big loaf of a purple cat wouldn't let him anytime he was outside. But this time he eat what he wants, say what he wants, take what he wants and DO what he wants.

Of course Gramps can't try to steal everything in the house but 1) the house is endless. 2) he'll be robbing from a cop, and Gramps is smarter then THAT! So he sticks with playing along, at least act like he cares... but he'll make sure the dinner isn't COMPLETELY boring. The best/worst thing about Gramps is that he can read people and read them well. Seeing from the two dogs expressions and body language, there must be some tension between them and their son. Some tension, ey? That's fun.

Sorry for no drawing with this but the answer for how the interactions went was... something.

They are tense about the whole thing but they do ask Lil Petey more about himself. And of course LP gladly tells them and even shows a little comic he made before hand with them in it. It's about them and Dogman forgive each other and become a big family- LP isn't sneaking ok but he's trying.

This is all before Dogman and Petey enter the house.

Im sorry that's what yall giving off /j

anyway- I never planned out the full dinner. So even if wrote it out instead of illustrating it, I still wouldn't have much. I'm sorry guys.

I only got these bulletpoints.

Quiet dinner till someone talks first.

Dogman's parents don't have a good bias towards cats. So this is making Petey REALLY irritated. Which cycles back to this REALLY not being a good idea.

LP leaves for a second to make a little phone call

Petey prays that some kind of monster or villain of the week shows up to stop the dinner. But no it's even worse-

Molly should up to help LP and soften the tension.

But the tension finally blows when Gramps decides to spill the ONE big open secret that everyone but him promises to not bring up. "If you hate how your son looks so much then you got Petey to really blame. It is his fault that the old Greg and Knight you knew are gone."

Plates were smashed and food was flying all before dessert.

Gramps was sent back to jail no duh and 80HD took Molly and Dogman's parents home. Petey and Dogman comfort and clean up Lil Petey and tell him- "Although what you did was bad we understand why you did it. But Lil Petey, sometimes there are families that can't reconcile with. No matter how much you want them to, no matter how much you try, it's doesn't mean it will work and that's okay."

"I wish my parents could be in my life, to see us grow and change and cherish everything around us but they can't... I've accepted that, because if I have to choose a family I'm only attracted to by birth that doesn't want me for me OR a mitch-match of misfits that care about each other through thick and thin. Then I'm choosing my misfits no matter what."

I probably made you cry, oops! If this inspires anyone to make something DO IT!! I love creative so go crazy.

[thydungeongal]

Hi, this might be a weird question, but if someone wants to get a proper groundwork of ttrpgs, really understand the medium and what it does, what games do you think they should play? Like which systems would be much checkouts to really GET what kinds of things happen in the space and what kind of games are out there?

I don't think there can be such a thing as a definitive list simply because the medium is so varied, but what I can give is a list of games that have had a massive effect on how I personally look at games. Mind you, I don't think you strictly need to play all of these games, although why not they're hella fun, because even reading them can mindblast you open:

Dungeons & Dragons, multiple editions. Ironically, even though D&D was one of my first games and it for a long time served as a template for what I expected games to be more or less like, coming back to it and exploring the history of the game after delving into a bunch of indie games that were doing completely different things was eye-opening. D&D is not only good to be aware of and keep track of because, for better and for worse, it ends up defining entire design movements (D&D 3e still has an effect on modern trad RPG design), but also because the game itself is a microcosm of how the changing design of a game can end up shaping play culture and the discourse around the game.

RuneQuest and other BRP games: RuneQuest was the first d100-based system but also very much a game clearly in conversation with early D&D, and it's neat to be able to look at two games from that same general period and see how games were already changing at that early a stage. Other BRP games like Call of Cthulhu, Stormbringer, and Pendragon are very useful to look at in the historical context of being some of the very earliest examples of very traditional RPGs incorporating mechanics that tied into character psychology and personality in a way that almost bordered on genre emulation (Sanity, the alignment tracks, personality traits and passions).

Vampire: the Masquerade and other World of Darkness games: these games were revolutionary at the time they came out because while they were still very traditional in structure at least on a discursive level they presented a clear unambiguous break from the hobby's wargaming roots and towards roleplaying games as a form of collaborative storytelling. They also represent a shift in terms of who the game was marketed towards, with these games' success being in no small part due to the fact that they actively catered to women and queer folks at a time when that was still out of the ordinary.

The Shadow of Yesterday and a bunch of other stuff that came out of the Forge: the Forge was a website dedicated to talking about tabletop RPG design and it was basically a gathering ground for people who were really into the promise of RPGs as collaborative storytelling but had grown to see, through play, that Vampire: the Masquerade the System had a completely different idea of what kind of story it wanted to tell than the text implied. TSoY is just one of my favorite games that came out of that design movement and it is a game that really tells you what it's all about, and it is fun to trace its effects on modern game design (it has had a measurable effect on Apocalypse World and Blades in the Dark and thus a significant effect downstream from those two).

Apocalypse World and Monsterhearts. This is my duo of the best PbtA games out there: Apocalypse World for being the first and still almost unparalleled in how it just completely ignored expected ideas of what the act of play should look like and also accidentally became one of the most copied games in the world. Monsterhearts is a fantastic example of a game that builds on the strengths of Apocalypse World's framework while doing a completely different genre and also a great example of a textually queer game.

Dream Askew and Wanderhome. Dream Askew was the first Belonging without Belonging game, a framework of games that very much developed out of a diceless variant of the Powered by the Apocalypse, and the framework is very much defined by its tagline "no dice, no masters." The best I can describe them is as games where the traditional role of the GM is divided across the entire group and while there are game mechanics at play (usually taking the form of using tokens) those are also entirely in the hands of players and not arbitrated by dice rolls. These games thus act both as great examples of what GMless play can look like as well as what diceless play can look like.

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy: with this one I have to admit to being personal friends with the people behind the game, but my friendship with these people actually blossomed out of a shared love for games and talking about them, and Eureka is not only in my opinion the best investigative RPG ever made, it is a fantastic piece of design that clearly tells you what it's about (I like games that are loud about what they expect you to do: the aforementioned TSoY and Apocalypse World are two others). What it also does very well is re-evaluate a lot of what has come before and synthesize them: yes, RPGs are shared stories, but they are also games. We want stories about heroes succeeding, but in games it is possible to fail; and while the game does build into itself a lot of systems to mitigate the chance of failure simply via playing the game (what a lot of games have tried to do inelegantly in the past with "Idea rolls" and other contrivances to force the characters on the path to success if they fail simply due to bad rolls) it also very openly says "hey, a story about the heroes failing is still a story. Not every story will have a happy ending." And I think that is great, because RPGs are games in addition to being little story factories, and some of the best story moments can come from those times when the game itself says "not today" to your perfectly planned narrative moment and instead tells a completely new exciting kind of story. Anyway, check out @anim-ttrpgs for where you can find and download Eureka, and follow along for more exciting stuff they've got cooking :)

This is not by any means an exhaustive list, but just an "off the top of my head" of some games that I think are neat and that have blasted my brain and altered the way I look at the medium. Anyway once you're done with those be sure to check out Rolemaster as well for the best comedy RPG ever made,

[melodyanqel]

Fairness | w.hj & k.hn

summary: another little angel sees her father at work except she must learn a lesson.

pairing: husband!father!ha-joon x wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, established relationship, married couple, husband!father!ha-neul, jealousy, cuteness overload

wc: 900+ words

a/n: thank you @deardevilradio for this adorable idea and sorry that it took a while to create it lol. but i hope you and everyone enjoy pt 2 of heart stealer! <3

Today’s filming involves many actors and actresses on set, who act like the participants in the game and come together. 

Plus, another child comes to their father’s work. Ha-neul’s little girl, Kang Min-hee, was brought by his wife to visit him and you volunteered to help take care of her. You are not only a set designer but also a nanny. Min-hee is a lovely toddler and is starting school soon. Despite being much older, she likes to play with Hwa-young. 

“Appa!”

Min-hee’s sweet, high-pitched voice echoes through the studio when she sees Ha-neul talking to Si-wan. The people around her laughed because she was too adorable. Ha-neul smiles and waves at his daughter. The actor is dressed up as his character for the show and it’s amazing how Min-hee still recognizes him with long hair. 

You go into the studio and Hwa-young is in your arms. “Darling, appa has to work soon. Let’s go hang out together.” You tell the toddler kindly yet firmly because the atmosphere will change once the cameras are recording. Min-hee understands you and happily skips away from the room. You giggle at her silliness because she cares about playing with her toys, eating food, and giving hugs. 

Inside an empty makeup room is a mess. You aren’t complaining because Min-hee will clean up after herself and you know what to expect when having children around. There are coloring books, block sets, plushies, snacks to munch on, and blankets if anyone wants to nap. You came in prepared because you didn’t want them to get bored. 

Min-hee and Hwa-young enjoy being great friends while you are on the couch, going through your phone. Ha-joon is in a different room, practicing his lines, which is understandable because he is a perfectionist and never likes to mess up. Just you and the kids trying to pass the time. So far, it’s been a chill work day unless you get called by the design team to fix something like the paint of the dormitory or broken pieces of a set. 

After an hour of filming, the director lets everyone have a break. 

You hear the door opening all lively from the main cast members and your husband. You also got elated when you saw Sung-hoon because he came in after you arrived. Min-hee beams and springs up to run to Ha-neul. “Appa! Let’s pway!” Her pronunciations are still not perfect but she knows a lot of words. Ha-neul’s face brightens and he bends down to catch her in his arms. “Yes! Appa can join you!” He exclaims. Once letting go of his daughter, he stands up and she drags him to the spot. 

Hwa-young is doodling on a blank paper while the uncles and aunts gather around the little play zone. Ha-joon sits next to you and watches his baby do her thing. “How is it being a nanny?” He asked. You snickered because you weren’t expecting to have two jobs. You replied to your husband. “Fun. The girls are so cute when they share toys.” You’ve watched Min-hee help Hwa-young build a tower of blocks until it gets taller than them. 

Ha-joon smiles mirthfully. “That’s nice. I wish I could be in your position.” He makes a pout which has you giggling. You gently caress his head. “Well, the people love Jun-ho so it wouldn’t be the same if you get replaced.” You stated the truth because you’ve seen how the fans react to the character. Ha-joon leans his head against your hand and stares at you with endearment. He is loving your touch. “You’re right. I just need another five hours of filming.” Ha-joon groans quietly and digs his nose into your palm. “Aww~” You cooed and understood his exhaustion. 

“Wow, Hwa-young that’s a pretty sun.” Sung-hoon compliments the youngest child’s art—a splatter of yellow and spikes. 

Ha-neul looks over Min-hee’s head, who is sitting on his lap and drawing too. “So beautiful! I wonder if she got her skills from omma.” He compliments the art as well and gives you a smirk. The cast members laugh at your playful eye-rolling. 

Min-hee abruptly shoves her art to Ha-neul’s face. “Look, appa! Pweety?” She asked about her colorful flowers. He gingerly pushes the paper away and looks at it. “It is pretty. Omma would love it.” Ha-neul kindly comments. 

Byung-hun then noticed something. He saw Min-hee staring at Hwa-young with a hint of jealousy when Ha-neul complimented the baby’s sun drawing. Byung-hun tells everyone, “I think someone wanted appa’s attention because he said something nice about her friend.” His statement made them shocked.

Jung-jae raised his brows. “How so hyung?” He questioned.

Byung-hun chuckled before speaking. “I have two kids and my son would get jealous whenever his sister gets more attention. He thinks Min-jung and I favor his sister.” He explained in brief. The youngest of the cast, Yu-ri, smiles at Ha-neul. “Oppa, I believe Min-hee doesn’t like your compliment on Hwa-young.” Her response astounds the man.

Ha-neul turns Min-hee on his lap to face him and gives a small lecture. “Sweetie. Hwa-young is your friend and shouldn’t be upset if I say something nice to her. You both are amazing, but I don’t want you to think appa doesn’t love you. Okay?” He tries to make Min-hee comprehend the purpose of fairness. 

Like a pure yet smart child, she acknowledged by hugging his neck. Ha-neul takes Min-hee into a tighter hug and kisses her head. 

Baby Hwa-young looks up from her drawing to see the precious moment. She shifts her head to see her father has been here this whole time. She squealed which had the adults’ and toddler’s eyes on her. Hwa-young lifts her arms to Ha-joon. 

“Someone also needs her appa’s touch.” You tell the love of your life to grab the little one. Ha-joon laughs merrily and reaches over to Hwa-young. The man gathers his baby into comforting arms. 

Another thing Ha-joon hopes for Hwa-young is to not develop envy.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 13

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

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You squeeze Thor’s hand as you come in sight of the house. It’s a much different scene beneath a clear sky. The wooden pillars carved with geometric designs and the aged siding knotted deeply. It’s beautiful. 

“I hope no one worried about us,” you say. 

“My parents know I can handle a storm. Thought they might doubt if I can handle such a beautiful woman.” He chuckles. You poke him playfully. 

“I’ll have to go back today. My friends will be worried if I don’t call. And I need to check the site.” You sniff. You’re not entirely eager to do any of it. 

“Yes, I foresaw that but can you work in the mud?” He asks as he brings you up to the porch. 

“Sure can, not that it’s any fun.” You sigh. “No, I’ll just need to make sure it’s in tact. I’ll probably need to wait for it to dry out a bit.” 

“Ah, so you won’t be too busy?” He prompts as he stops you at the door. 

“Busy-ish. Why?” You face him. He looks down at you and grins. 

“I do need to go to town. I thought...” He shrugs and looks around. “I haven’t exactly taken you on a proper date. If my mother knew--” 

The door opens as if he summoned her at the very mention. Frigga leans on her crutch as she peers through, her other hand on the door. She smiles. 

“There you are!” She chimes. “We thought you stole our son away to America.” 

“Oh no. No, I wouldn’t,” you turn to her. “We just--” 

“Got lost,” Thor fills in. “Mother, you know how the storms are.” 

“Uh huh. I know how you love to get lost in them.” She chides and backs up. “You two look as if you were caught right in the eye of it.” 

“Mother,” he grumbles. 

“Oh yes, you look worn out,” she tuts as she beckons you inside. There’s a glint in her voice, a suggestion that makes you blush. “Do you know, when he was a child. He had us searching for him for days in one of the storms. All because his father said he couldn’t play outside. Oh, he showed us, didn’t he?” 

Thor lets you go and ushers you in ahead of him. You enter and stay on the mat, your boots still wet and dirty. 

“It was... I was young. Impetuous. And I proved to you I was perfectly fine playing outside,” he counters as he unties his boots. 

“Oh, you were a babbling mess when we found you.” She harrumphs. “Always my baby boy.” She squeezes his shoulder and hums.  

He looks up at her. “Yes, I am.” 

“You take care of him,” she turns her green eyes on you. You flinch. “Yes, I mean it.” She bends to kiss his golden hair as he wrestles his laces. “I love you, baby boy.” 

She stands and rights herself on the crutch. She puts her hand to her chest and looks at you again. You smile nervously. 

She thumps away with her single crutch. Thor puts his boots aside. You sit to take off your own. 

“Thor. She knows.” 

“Of course she does. I wasn’t subtle before.” 

“No, she knows what we did out there,” you whisper. 

He laughs. “Well, it is a part of these things.” 

“I guess but...” 

“I said we could stay out there longer. Do it a few more times.” He winks. 

“Stop," you swat his hand. 

“Oh, I don’t think I can,” he drawls. 

You laugh and shake your head. “You’re going to have to. At least in front of other people.” 

“No promises,” he slings his arm over your shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. In more ways than one.” 

You poke his ribs playfully. “Not even for one second,” you tut. 

❤️ 

It’s hard to go. Not just because of Thor, but because of everything. His family, his home. It makes you miss yours so much more. 

He walks you back down to the site. He talks a lot before you can tear yourself away. Kisses you even more. 

“Call me,” you say. 

“Or you me.” He suggests. 

You drive away. His reluctance feeds into yours. As you come up to the house with the blue siding, you idle in the car before you shut it off. You just want to turn around and stay there forever. Maybe if it wasn’t for the grant money... 

Of course, there’s everything else. Sam and Bucky. Steve. Your parents. It’s just that for the first time in your life, you feel like you found something meant just for you. Not something to long for, to hope for. But really, truly yours. 

Someone where you’re wanted. Someone who wants you. 

You drag yourself inside. You change into your pajamas. No more borrowed clothes. Your old college tee and some loose pajama pants. You cling to the hem of shirt and stare at the hole under the fading logo. 

The smell of your dorm clouds in your nose, the drone of the Top 10 countdown in the background, the feel of paper under your fingertips and the too thin mattress under you. Steve’s eyes shine as he laughs. You laugh too and yet you can’t really see him. He’s all blurry in your mind. 

You exhale and traipse into the bedroom. You sprawl out on the bed and yawn. You let your phone lay on beside your pillow and close your eyes. This is worse than jetlag. It’s a fatigue you don’t know how to cure. 

Your phone vibrates. You groan and reach for it. It’s Sam. You think of ignoring him but he must think that’s what you’ve been doing these last few days. You answer. 

“Hey, Sam,” you hold the phone above you. 

“Oh, is this what you’ve been doing? Laying in the dark hiding from me?” He challenges. 

You scoff. “No.” You sit up and jostle around. You pull the chain on the lamp beside the bed. “I have been stranded on a mountain.” 

“Stranded?” He wonders. 

“You should’ve checked the weather. It stormed. For days.” You say. “I’m just happy to be home. And alive.” 

“Me too,” he agrees. He stares at the screen. He squints. “There’s something else.” 

“Sam. It was a big storm,” you shrug. 

You’re not the best liar. You aren’t really lying, you’re just not telling him everything. You’re not entirely sure why. You don’t want to ruin it. Or maybe if you speak it out loud, it will go away. Yet how long did you not say what you felt out loud. Where did that get you? 

You’re quiet as you flick Sam into the corner of the phone and flip through the apps. You don’t want him to see right through you. 

“You seem pretty relaxed for just surviving the storm of the century,” he mutters. 

You scroll through Insta. You can’t look at him. Even when he’s teeny tiny in the corner. 

“Maybe she got struck. I heard that can rewire your whole system.” Bucky’s voice comes from off-screen. 

“Is that what happened to you? Explains a lot,” Sam chirps. 

“Bucky’s there?” You smile. “Let me say hi.” 

“What? I’m not interesting enough for you?” Sam challenges. 

“You are very interesting, Sam. I just miss him.” 

“Why?” Sam huffs and turns the phone. 

Bucky waves as he leans forward. “Hey. How’s Norway?” 

“Amazing,” you answer without thinking. “It’s… pretty. The landscape. Everything.”

“Mhmm.” Sam hums and turns you back to him. “You’re not telling us something. I can tell.”

“Sam. What am I going to keep from you? The crow bones or the broken medallions I dig up every day,” you challenge. 

You flick your thumb down. The page stops; People You May Know. It’s Peggy. Her profile pic is her and Steve. At some event with lots of flowers. You imagine there’s a lot of those. They look perfectly happy. Without you.

“Hey? Yo? Did this thing cut out?” Sam calls your name.

You snap back and blink at him. “S-sorry, I–”

“What are you looking at?” Sam asks.

“Nothing.” You clear your throat. “What about things there? Are you guys having fun?”

“Sure,” Sam replies as Bucky answers, “no.”

You chuckle. “Oh?”

“He’s just mad about the suit,” Sam snickers.

“Suit?” You wonder.

Bucky grunts.

“For the wedding. Peggy wants this horrible tan theme. It’s awful. Washes old blue eyes out. Doesn’t it, Buck?”

“Don’t call me that,” Bucky growls.

“He wants black. She’s not budging but neither is he. I said if he wants to be the flower girl, he might be able to get away with something darker. Maybe a purple so dark it looks black.”

“You’re not funny.” Bucky sighs.

“I’m hilarious,” Sam insists. “Trust me when I say you’re not missing out on anything here. It’s all… wedding stuff.” He says those two words carefully.  “Boring.”

“Oh, it sounds horrible.” You chuckle.

“It is,” Bucky intones.

You snort as Sam grins. As you go silent, he tilts the phone. “Look. I’m telling you. Don’t worry about us. Whatever it is you found there. Enjoy it.” He takes a breath. “Fair warning; the invites go live tomorrow.”

You nod. “Thanks.”

“Ah. No biggie. I only called for days to tell you,” he says. “Anyway, I’ll let you recover from the storm. Next time you get lost in one, send me a text.”

❤️

Your pocket vibrates again. You smile at the cashier as you ignore it and pay. You thank her in Norwegian, or your best attempt at it, and take your paper bag. You cradle it in one arm as you head for the door. Your phone starts again.

You answer without looking.

“Hi. I’m out right now.” You say.

“Oh, apologies,” The deep timbre surprises you. You nearly trip.

“Thor? I thought– I thought you were Sam. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, truly. I suppose I was hoping to intrude upon you. Are you terribly busy, then?” He asks.

“No. Just taking my groceries home.”

“Important things,” he says. “And after?”

You bite your cheek. You saw him yesterday when you went up to the site. With the fence between you. He had Thunder and they watched you dig. The rain and the wind did quite the number on the lot.

“Nothing.” You answer cautiously.

“So you would be free? For a date?” He ponders.

You smile as you walk down the pavement. “I guess I could cancel my plans. That crossword puzzle can wait.”

“Dinner?” He says. “Candlelight. Wine. Dessert…”

The way he says the last word makes you tingle. You have to keep from giggling. It’s so exciting and yet you’re so nervous. Why did it have to take you so long to find this? Did you waste all your time? Not just on Steve but those half-hearted flings that just fizzled out, if they ever had any fire to begin with.

“Sounds great. Perfect.” You breathe.

“I’ll be at yours around six?”

“Six,” you confirm, smiling dumbly as you walk along.

❤️

You almost didn’t pack a dress. You didn’t think you’d need it. It’s nothing special. A merlot colour with a bit of ruching. You didn’t bring any heels so the gold flats will have to do.

Hair and makeup. You fumble around as you get ready. You don’t really wear more than mascara and some moisturizer to the site. Mostly just SPF. Thor knows what you look like. Why are you doing all this?

You’re done. You think. You put your things in a purse and pace around the entry way. Now you’re really anxious. You shouldn’t be. Not after all that’s happened. Yet, you are. And that feeds into your nerves, like a snake swallowing its tail. If you’re nervous that means it’s special and it can be ruined.

There’s a knock at the door. You trip over your own toes and collide with the door. You take a breath and steady yourself. You open it. You hope he didn’t hear that.

You open the door and smile at Thor. Your breath rushes out of you as you see him. His hair is half drawn back, combed neatly, not a strand out of place. His beard looks softer and his cheeks tinge with rosy pink. He wears a green-blue button up and a dark blue jacket. He’s done up but not too much.

“You look–” You say at the same time. You both stop and laugh. You fall into a thick silence.

He offers his arm. “Shall we?”

You accept. You step out and he waits patiently for you to lock the door. He walks you down the steps as you hook your arm through his.

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“It’s a surprise.” He keeps going.

You pass the fish place and the cafe. Then the grocer. You haven’t seen anywhere around here that you’d dress up for.

He stops you by an archway with a Norwegian word wrought in iron. He takes you through as you shiver. It’s a park?

Ahead, there’s a glow, flickering softly. You let him lead you. You trust him. Maybe you shouldn’t, but you do.

He takes you to a gazebo and patiently guides you up the steps. Inside, there are candles lit around a picnic blanket. Across it, there are covered dishes awaiting you, two stemmed glasses, and a bottle of wine. You gasp.

“I know it isn’t a fancy restaurant. I’m sure in New York–” He begins.

“Are you kidding me? This is awesome,” you say. You turn to him and grip his arm. “Thor, it’s perfect. So perfect.”

He smiles and leans in. You tilt your head up to meet his lips. You kiss in the pulsing light. You’re still waiting for this fairytale to turn tragic.

[imagine-it-was-us]

something on my mind || Lando Norris

Inspiration: Purple Disco Machine x Duke Dumont x Nothing but thieves "Something on my mind".

Author's note: To fully immerse yourself into the story, I highly suggest listening to the song first. My first instinct to go back to writing after 7 years was highly inspired by the song and the idea of the music dictating the narrative. So here we are. Hope you like it. ✨

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: The two of them could not be more different. A loud, extroverted racer, and the shy, introverted graphic designer. Yet you can't control the spark.

Word count: 2.8k+

Lando’s life wasn’t meant to be simple and ordinary. He moved too much, changed cities like clockwork with brief moments of tranquility. F1 took him everywhere, yet because of that nowhere ever felt permanent. Don’t get it wrong. He simply adored his life, it was after all his dream. The constant buzz around him, the rush of adrenaline, the highest highs and the lowest lows. He enjoyed it all and never took it for granted. Yet living this particular dream has its cost.

That feeling of never being settled? It applies not only to the locations. It also does to people. It was easy to keep in touch with family or friends, it was all like second nature to them. But relationships weren’t easy to maintain. It is not like he didn’t try, but his last relationship was a complete disaster and had taught him that love didn’t fit neatly between airport terminals, paddocks and packed schedules. So now, he didn’t look for it. He didn’t want to get hurt like that again.

That’s what made one-night stands easy. There were no expectations, no heartbreak, no risk. No promises, no trust issues. It just provided the gratification he needed, blowing the steam off, as one could say. And he was purposely looking for the women, who were just like him. They didn’t ask questions and hold any expectations. They also didn’t stay.

And that’s how he ended up in another club tonight. He wasn’t a DJ—just a guy who knew enough about music to have fun with his friend, Martin Garrix, filling a gap in the setlist. Even though he enjoyed playing with music, everyone knew that this show was a one-off thing. Something to laugh about later. Standing behind the booth, watching a crowd move to the beat you controlled, felt good.

Then he saw her. 

She wasn’t the kind of girl who got noticed. And she liked it that way. She had never been the loudest in the room or the one who commanded attention just by walking in. She likes blending in the crowds and living her life from the sidelines. Yet as it happens to introverts usually, she was domesticated by rowdy extroverts, who teased her for it—Live a little, dance with someone, let loose for once.

She did dance. That was the only reason she had agreed to the club in the first place. Not for drinks, not for hookups—just the music. She had always found a kind of freedom in it, a way to exist without thinking too much. Just lost in the rhythm, in a world of her own, as if the music was the only thing that mattered. 

That night, she felt seen. She didn’t even know why she looked up. Maybe it was instinct, the pull of something invisible. But when she did, he was there. Watching her.

A stranger behind the DJ booth, but not like the others. Somehow he wasn’t showing off, wasn’t scanning the crowd for attention. He was just there, hands moving effortlessly over the decks, looking straight at her. Her breath caught.

Lando experienced the same thing. When she looked up at him, really looked, something in his chest tightened. For a guy who kept his heart locked behind logic, something about that made his pulse stutter. The moment stretched as the bass thrummed between them; for a second, it felt like the entire club faded away.

Then she looked down. And the moment was gone.

Martin coming to the booth caught Lando’s attention for a split second and once his focus shifted to the crowd again, she was already slipping away, vanishing between shifting bodies, just another face in the blur of neon lights. Frustrated, he tells himself it was nothing. A passing moment. A trick of the lights.

So he tried to let it go and let the night play out like it always did. Drinks. Another girl. A half-hearted hookup in a darkened corner of the club, taking her to his hotel room. But the second it was over, he felt it—that hollowness, the restless edge in his chest.

He knew exactly why.

Later at night, staring at the ceiling, with a nameless woman sleeping calmly by his side, Lando couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let something slip through his fingers. Not in a grand, romantic way—but in a what if way. A nagging curiosity. A voice in the back of his head whispering: Did she feel it too?

He told himself he was being ridiculous. It was just a passing moment. A look across the crowd. But then why couldn’t he stop thinking about it? And was she dreaming of him?

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Imagine his shock when going through the streets of Barcelona, he saw her again. Not at the club, but in a quiet bookstore café, tucked into a corner by the window, with her full attention on the computer screen in front of her. There were no flashing lights, no pulsing bass—just her in her world, while headphones blocked out the outside buzz.

The second he saw her, something in his chest shifted. She wasn’t dancing now, but she still looked lost in another world. And this time, he was not going to let her disappear.

She flinched and gasped when she saw the cup of matcha appeared in the empty space on the table right in front of her. She stopped her favorite playlist and the gaze immediately shot to the one carrying it.

Her first instinct was to assume he had the wrong table. Maybe he was meeting someone else and just placed the drink in front of her by mistake. But by looking at his face for another second, she realised that she knew him. Not in the way that counted, but in the way you remember a face when it stands out from the blur of a night. He was the DJ from the club. The one she had locked eyes with for just a second too long before vanishing back into the crowd.

What was he doing here? More importantly, why was he standing in front of her like he remembered her, too?

“Hey,” Lando said, leaning against her table as she was pulling the headphones away from her head. “Saw your empty cup and thought you might wanna refill.” He explained when her eyes went from his face to the hot beverage. But selfishly he wanted to bring her attention back to him. “You ran away the other night.”

Her brows furrowed and she felt her stomach flip. “What?”

“The club,” he said. “You looked at me. Then you ran.”

She flushed and felt her cheeks starting to burn. “I—I didn’t run.”

“You disappeared,” he countered, while swiftly pulling away an empty chair from another table so he could sit right in front of her. “Felt a lot like running.”

She hesitated, then exhaled a small laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t really do clubs.”

“Yeah, I figured. So why were you there?”

“My friends.” She shrugged while closing her laptop. She felt that this conversation might be a little bit longer than just a quick chit-chat. She will deal with her responsibilities later. “I just wanted to dance. I didn’t expect… anyone to notice me.”

Norris studied her for a beat. Shy. Reserved. The opposite of the girls he usually ended up with. But there was something about her quiet confidence, the way she had felt the music that night, that intrigued him more than any of the loud, fleeting distractions he was used to.

“Well, I did.”

She bit her lip, then asked, shifting attention from herself. “You’re a DJ?”

He laughed. “Not even close. My friend shoved me up there for a set. I just went along with it.”

She tilted her head. “So what do you actually do?”

And just like that, conversation shifted. She thought he would be the kind of guy who only knew how to flirt in half-truths, but instead, he talked. Really talked. About his job, his travels, how he ended up behind that booth on a whim. The more he talked, the more flustered and surreal she felt. She had a literal millionaire sitting right in front of her, who could have been doing anything he literally wanted. And somehow he ended up sitting in her favorite cafe, chatting her up. And he showed the interest that she wasn’t expecting – even though she tried to talk about herself as little as possible, he persistently asked her about her days, what she was doing for living, about the kind of music she actually liked, about things that had nothing to do with the place they had met. When Lando realized that she had been living in Barcelona for a while and since it was just another stop before another grand prix, he asked her if she could find some time to show him the city. 

The connection was born and both of them were eager to further explore it. 

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Ten days passed quicker than any of them expected. Lando saw her every chance he got, whenever she wasn’t working and he was done with the meetings and practises. Their meetups had no expectations. No pressure. Just stolen moments—late-night drives with the stereo turned up, quiet dinners where he learned how she hid her laughter behind her hand when she was embarrassed. With every glance, every unexpected touch, the feelings were growing deeper.

Her heart was doing somersaults trying to warn her not to fall for his charming and immersive personality. Especially now, when she knows how his daily life looks and that his days in Barcelona are counted. Also, of course, once he said his name and his occupation, it took her less than 5 seconds to find countless articles online about him and his lifestyle. Parties, rumors, links to several different women. His world seemed so distant to her and on paper it would be difficult to find two people who are as opposite as the two of them were.

And yet it was hard to believe everything she saw online when she had a breathing and living example right in front of her. During their week together there weren't any acts of sheer extravaganza. He always chose to lay as low as possible. Instead of taking her to expensive restaurants trying to impress her, he asked her to take him to a pub that would repel any tourist, but was so loved by locals. As much as he claimed to love speed, somehow he ended up with the slowest rented convertible. Even though there were longing looks and accidental touches that seemed to last a little bit longer than necessary before one of them would pull away, he never pushed her and never threw himself on her or even asked her if she was feeling something.

And that was down to two things. Firstly, Lando believed that good things always required time. It didn’t matter that he was indeed hooked by her presence every time they met, but he knew that acting on his desires might simply turn it into another meaningless and awkward fling. And he most certainly didn’t want that. And secondly, as closed up as she was to the rest of the world, Norris saw her opening up just a little bit more every time they texted or saw each other and as cocky as it sounds, he knew that she felt it too. He knew that it was rational to give it a little bit more time.

Yet time wasn’t on their side as it was Sunday night after the grand prix and he had a plane to catch in the morning. He was still buzzing from placing second, but the happiness was overshadowed by looming goodbye. They walked in comfortable silence, the city humming softly around them. The celebrations had faded, but neither of them seemed in a rush to end the night.

She glanced at him—his hands shoved into his pockets, head tilted toward the sky like he was trying to freeze this moment in his memory. He seemed so out of place in these quiet and empty streets further from the action, but yet somehow he fit here. With her.

This was the part where she should start pulling away. She knew how to do it – keep things light, make a joke, pretend none of this meant more than it should. It was easier that way.

She had spent years perfecting the art of being just enough. Just friendly enough to blend in, just open enough to avoid too many questions. People rarely noticed when you kept your answers vague, when you laughed at the right moments, when you never let them see the parts of you that meant something.

But Lando noticed. Not in a way that was prying, but in a way that made it feel safe to be honest. And that was dangerous. Because honesty led to attachment. And attachment led to expecting things that were never really yours to begin with.

“You should be celebrating tonight,” she said, nudging his arm lightly. 

Distraction. Distance. The only tools she had left.

He seemed too deep into his thoughts and she had a strong feeling why he was in that state. Yet she didn’t want to seem cocky or push the forced narrative. 

Lando exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head. “I am.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

He stopped walking, turning to face her. The streetlight above them was casting a soft glow, making everything feel strangely surreal and intimate.

“You know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “you’re a real pain in the ass sometimes.”

She blinked, surprised by the blunt expression. “Excuse me?”

“You,” he repeated, taking a step closer. “Making me enjoy slow drives and quiet nights when I should be focusing on my job.”

She crossed her arms, tilting her head at him. He knew from the get go that she couldn’t be further away from his typical life. And yet he accepted it with open arms. “You know, you had a free will to do whatever, right? Now you’re making it sound like I ruined you.”

His mouth quirked into a smirk, but his eyes gave him away – there was something deeper there, something hesitant but real.

“Maybe,” he admitted, voice softer now. “Maybe you just made me realize I want more than what I usually get.”

That did something to her chest, twisted it in a way she wasn’t ready for. She wanted to make a joke, wanted to deflect – but instead, she just looked at him, just like the first time in the club.

And he looked back. This time he wasn’t going to let her gaze go, still low key thinking that she would somehow simply disappear. Neither of them moved. Neither of them had to. The weight of unspoken words filled the air between them, stretching the moment just long enough to make it unbearable.

Lando inhaled sharply, like he was about to say something – then changed his mind. Instead, he just reached for her hand.

It wasn’t forceful, it wasn't desperate. Just an unvoiced question. Are you going to let me in?

She exhaled slowly. She knew that she could simply walk away from this. Right now, if she chose to ignore it, she would probably never see him again and the only proof of the last couple days would be random selfies on her phone and his presence would linger for a while in her favorite places around the city. But when he looked at her like that, she felt the sense rare sense of fuck it filling the air. And instead of answering that lingering question, she closed the space between them. It took a blink of an eye for Lando to meet her halfway.

The kiss wasn’t rushed, it wasn't perfect. It was something in between – a slow, careful exploration of something neither of them were ready to name. Of something so fragile that any rapid movement could break it. When they finally slowly broke apart, Lando let out a low chuckle, shaking his head and finally exhaling as if he was holding his breath this whole time.

“Well, damn.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes, feeling the sense of ease rushing through her. “Don’t let it get to your head, Norris.”

“Too late, there's already something on my mind.” His thumb brushed absently against her wrist before he finally – reluctantly – let go.

The moment lingered, heavy but not unbearable. No promises. No dramatic confessions. Just the quiet understanding that this wasn’t over.

And somehow, that was enough.

As they started walking again, neither of them spoke. But as the streetlights flickered above them, their hands brushed once more. And this time, neither of them pulled away.

[pluielotus]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ ─── THE GREATEST IN THE LEAGUE

synopsis. in which your boyfriend scored the winning goal, but all that matters to him is that you were there cheering him on. characters. gn reader x professional soccer player!kinich tags. modern au, fluff, light angst (if you squint) word count. 2.2k a/n. i really had fun writing this. i used to play soccer lol. i might turn this into a series???? maybe do like a professional athlete genshin series w/ different characters. idk we shall see. listen to the alchemy by taylor swift for full immersion lol. also! this was my first time writing for kinich :) i hope you guys enjoy! not proof-read! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !

running through the crowd you pushed past more people than you could keep track of. at least you shouted a quick apology at them as you pushed past, ignoring the looks of disdain that were sent in your direction. if it were any normal circumstance, you would feel bad about the rudeness of it all, but you were late.

the stadium of sacred flames was much larger in person. you had only ever seen pictures (curtesy of your boyfriend) and had never actually stepped foot into the stadium. if you had the time, you would have stopped to admire the small designs and details.

as you stepped into one of the sections facing the interior, you glanced towards the center of the stadium, looking for kinich. he wasn’t down there yet, which means you still had time.

“[name]! over here.” glancing around once you heard the familiar call of your name, you looked around until you saw a few familiar faces. sighing in relief, you made your way down towards them. they were seated right at the front of the section, and it looked like they had managed to save you a spot too.

“hey! i thought you weren’t going make it.” mualani said, glancing over towards you with a smile. “don’t get me wrong, i’m glad you’re here, but kinich said you had to work.”

she wasn’t completely wrong. while you did have to work, you knew you would get off in time to watch him. although work lasted a little bit longer than you wanted it to, hence the reason you were almost late.

“i wanted to surprise him.” you finally said, smiling over at your friend. “when did you talk to him?” you asked. it had been a while since you had heard from your boyfriend, but you knew he had been so busy with training, you didn’t want to distract him.

mualani had to think for a moment. “it was just a few hours ago.” she glanced over at xilonen for confirmation. she just nodded in response. “yeah, he saw us before we got into the stadium. we asked about you, but he just said you had to work.”

“he seemed upset by it.” kachina said from behind xilonen. “i mean it’s hard to tell with him, but he looked almost sad that you weren’t going to be here.”

frowning, you glanced over at the center again before looking back at your friends. “i didn’t realize he’d be so upset.” you muttered. while the two of you were dating, it was a relatively new relationship, so you hadn’t expected him to be so upset about it. besides, even before you started dating, you tried your best to attend almost all his events.

“look! there he is!” your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of kachina eagerly pointing over at your boyfriend.

you smiled as you saw him walk out, malipo written on the back of his jersey. kinich was one of the best players in the nation, and honestly, you thought he was the best in all the world.

“[name]! help me with this!” mualani said, grabbing a poster from underneath her seat before offering one side to you. you grabbed the corner before looking down at the sign.

go kinich was written in big letters across the front, with a few little doodles off to the side. the one that caught your eye the most was the small picture of your face in the bottom corner with a little bubble saying take home the gold.

“that was xilonen. we did this because we thought you weren’t going to be here.” mulanai said, smiling. “we thought it might help.”

holding the sign higher, you matched her height to keep the banner balanced. “i appreciate it guys. i’m sure he will too.” you said fondly, watching kinich down on the field.

what you couldn’t see from where you were seated was the way kinich’s eyes scanned the crowd for his friends. when his eyes locked onto the sign mualani and xilonen had made, he smiled to himself before noticing that it wasn’t xilonen holding the other side, but it was you. his eyes widened in surprise, lingering on you for a moment, before recognizing the shirt you were wearing. it was his jersey. not one of those mass-produced jerseys they made for fans, but it was his actual jersey. a jersey he wore before he was recruited by natlan’s national team.

from where you were seated, you could see the green headband that made him stand out from all the others. although, you were pretty sure you could recognize him anyways just from how he carried himself. 

a few moments later, the match began.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

as far as you were concerned, this was the most interesting match you had seen in a while. it made sense, both teams were said to be the best in all teyvat. the natlan warriors versus the liyue qixing was one of the most anticipated matches. people from all over teyvat had come to witness the match in all it’s entirety.

by halftime, the two teams were tied, 3 to 3. despite the low scoring numbers, members of the audience were sitting on the edge of their seats in anticipation.

“i can’t believe ifa let that one in.” glancing over towards mualani, you noticed her staring at the large screen above the field. ah, they were replaying different plays from the first half.

“in ifa’s defense, i don’t think there was much he could do.” xilonen responded with a yawn. “ororon was playing too far up. he left ifa with no defense.”

to be completely fair, you agreed with xilonen. it also didn’t help that the qixing had alatus, who was fairly known across teyvat. many believed him to be the best in the world, even those that considered themselves to be fans of the warriors. traitors. they only thought that because kinich was so young.

“the match will resume in two minutes.��� a loud voice sounded over the intercom. you glanced over at the timer before returning your gaze to the field. both teams had returned to the locker rooms for halftime, and now you were just waiting for kinich to return.

when the teams returned to the field both teams were greeted with a loud round of cheers from the audience. you hadn’t realized how many qixing fans had either come to natlan for the match until you heard the cheers.

“come on! the sign again!” mualani said eagerly, nudging you and holding the sign up for you to hold up once again.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“and there goes malipo!” the announcer cheered as kinich gained possession of the ball once again. “and he’s going, and going, and going.” a pause. “oh! so close.”

this went on for a while during the second half of the game. kinich would get extremely close to scoring but would either just barely miss or the other team was able to defend against him.

“go kinich!” mualani shouted beside you, shaking red pom-poms. you didn’t even want to ask where she got them.

“let’s go warriors.” kachina shouted after mualani, waving at ifa who had turned around to look at them from his position in the goal.

on the other hand, xilonen settled for clapping for the team, not wanting to shout. not that you blamed her.

“yes!!” you shouted, unable to control yourself as kinich managed to score another goal, making the score now 4 to 4. xiao had managed to get another one past ifa, but kinich had been quick to score one right back.

glancing towards the clock once more, you were sitting on the edge of your seat now (quite literally). with two minutes left in the game, you were becoming anxious. glancing around the stadium, you could see how many people were just as anxious as you were.

tweet.

you looked away from the field for one second only to return when the sound of a whistle was heard from one of the referees.

“what happened?” you asked, glancing over at mualani. “i looked away for one second.” you muttered afterward, your gaze now back on the field.

“it looks like number 22 did something.” mualani said. “kinich does not look happy.” she continued, pointing towards kinich now.

you recognized number 22 as gaming. while he wasn’t as known as xiao, he was still someone you had become familiar with after watching so many soccer matches with mualani.

“oh! penalty kick.” mualani said, her eyes never leaving the field. you watched as kinich lined up in front of the goal, preparing to shoot.

“come on, baby. you got this.” you muttered, your eyes never leaving kinich’s figure.

as kinich took the shot, you watched as he kicked the ball towards the left corner of the net. please make it. you silently prayed, standing up to get a better view.

“yes!” you squealed, jumping with joy as you watched the goalkeeper dive for the ball just half a second too late. he did it. the entire stadium fell into cheers as kinich scored the final goal. almost immediately after the ball had made it into the goal, the game was over. the final whistle was blown, and the warriors were given another victory.

5-4 warriors.

“oh my god!” mualani shouted beside you. “that was amazing! i can’t believe they won!” she grinned over at you before grabbing you and practically shaking you with excitement. “i knew he could do it!” she said excitedly.

“you can let them go now, mualani.” xilonen said, although by the look in her eyes, you could tell that she was just as happy as you and mualani were. “besides,” she continued, as mualani finally let you go. “i think someone has a certain star player to see.” she winked at you as she said that.

“oh right!” mualani said with a grin. “go get your man. oh, don’t forget, party at the springs afterward. you and kinich must come.” she said grinning before pulling out her phone, no doubt to make sure everything was set up for the party.

“alright, alright. we’ll be there.”

while xilonen guided kachina and mualani, out the three of them said their goodbyes.

“we’ll see you later!” kachina said, following the two of them out. mualani was far too busy on her phone to pay attention to anything, leaving poor xilonen to make sure she didn’t run into anyone or anything.

once they were out of sight, you pulled out your own phone to shoot kinich a quick message.

[name]: hey, great job today! you were amazing! k ♡: oh hey! thank you! i had my lucky charm today [name]: oh? did you now? k ♡: i had you, did i not? [name]: that you did [name]: when are you going to be finished here? k ♡: nearly done. where are you? i’ll come find you. [name]: [dropped location pin] k ♡: i’ll be there soon!

soon could not come soon enough. you were just so excited to see him. you stayed put like he said, deciding to play some games on your phone while you waited.

you weren’t sure how long you were sitting there, but after a while you were snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of someone clearing their throat in front of you.

“kinich!” you scrambled up from your seat, quickly stashing your phone in your pocket before tackling the man in a hug. kinich was quick to return the hug. his hug was tighter than usual, you noticed, but you didn’t say anything as you just buried your head into his shoulder. “you did so good.” you muttered against him, taking in his scent.

it seemed that the man had taken a quick shower before coming to find you. not that you were complaining, that just meant you didn’t have to hug him all sweaty and gross. it was something you weren’t completely against doing, but you preferred to hug him when he wasn’t stinky and gross.

“i’m so glad you made it.” he muttered against your hair, running his hand through it, while his other hand kept you in a tight embrace. “i thought you weren’t coming.” he said again, almost in a whisper.

“i wanted to surprise you. i’m sorry.” you said back, releasing him from a hug. kinich pulled away as well, and you finally got to see his pretty face. “it seemed it worked though. mr. winning goal.” you said fondly.

 “honestly, it’s the last thing on my mind right now.” he said with a chuckle. he looked to see the confusion flash across your face for a moment before he continued. “you’re the only thing on my mind right now.” he said honestly before kissing you on the forehead.

for a moment, his eyes latched onto you once again, as if he was trying to take you all in. almost as if he was making sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“mualani is hosting a party for you – i’m sure ororon and ifa got invited too.” you mentioned, “i know parties aren’t your thing, but-“

“i’ll go.” you were interrupted by kinich. shocked by his response, you raised an eyebrow. “you sure?”

kinich nodded, “it’s for the team, isn’t it? it’s only fair that i show up.”

you couldn’t argue with him on that one. you nodded at him before offering him your hand as the two of you left the stadium, making your way to the springs.

7/23/25 || © pluielotus ♡ 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost my works to any platforms.

[thejesterstears]

Initial thoughts on TADC episode 5 (SPOILERS):

- Ohh Caine is slowly losing it, this is going to be interesting to see the more the series progresses.

- Of course Jax would suggest poaching as an adventure lol, I can only assume he submitted the President Pomni idea as an excuse to blow things up too.

- GANGLE’S ANIME-INSPIRED ADVENTURE WAS SO CUTE also I would watch a full episode in that art style, it was fun!

- I’m presuming the stargazing adventure was Pomni’s suggestion, it genuinely warmed my heart to see her actually happy and relaxed.

- There were so many fun and different things going on with the animation in this one, I adored the intermission sequence.

- Opposite Jax was just Serial Designation N in disguise lmao

- ALSO MAID JAX IS CANON I SCREAMED LMAO

- Okay getting into the nitty-gritty character analysis aspect, but I have to say I love that Pomni seems to be a sincerely kind person who wants to help people. She had small heart-to-heart moments with both Jax and Ragatha and seemed genuine in wanting to be there for both of them, even attempting to mediate between them in an escalated moment. She didn’t even say anything negative about Ragatha when Jax was ranting about her, and helped try to boost Ragatha up by giving her an extra turn to prove herself during the softball game. I feel like she’s going to play some key role between Jax and Ragatha when things inevitably fall apart between them but it also seems like she’s possibly caught in the middle of them, so I’m curious how that will progress. I do worry about her falling into the role of group therapist and how it might break her down over time.

- I was so surprised to see Jax interacting sincerely with Pomni, I think he genuinely wants a friend and Pomni seems a good candidate because she’s sweet and still new enough not to know all his baggage. Also Ragatha implying the only friend(s) he ever had are gone and the way he reacted made me feel sick, ohh we are going to get a vulnerable Jax moment in the future aren’t we.

- And Ragatha. Oh my god. I had always suspected that her people pleasing tendencies were a product of trauma and I swear my jaw dropped having it confirmed to be true. She was verbally abused growing up to the point where she felt unloved. She tries to appease everyone around her and remain optimistic just to make people like her and not leave her, but she’s bottling up so much more than I realized. She really was jealous of Pomni and Jax becoming friends because, from what I perceived, she did see Pomni as an opportunity to make a new friend who really gets her because she doesn’t seem to have a deep connection with anyone else in the circus—that final clip damn near killed me where everyone went off on their own and left her alone. She truly is a broken and lonely woman struggling to find the acceptance and love she so desperately yearns for. I’ll probably analyze this deeper later.