#Will in return started treating him “better” and also stopped using him for experiments (as much) and instead tried doing remanent stuff

[lastnightonthecyclone]

Another fucking wip on fnaf because inconsistency is my skill

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Jake Jensen

Summary: Jake knows he's the luckiest man in the world and it's all because of you.

Warnings: None at this time. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

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On a lot of levels, Jake knows he looks ridiculous. Part of him will always be that awkward kid who tried to hide his interests and hobbies out of fear of being bullied. Yet here he is, wearing a Tygra costume, complete with face paint, and he couldn't be happier.

He was skeptical when you first came up with the idea. Not that he didn't have faith in your abilities. It was more he wasn't sure in himself. But he wanted to do right by you, make you happy, and show the twins it's ok to be a geek, to love your interests. So he agreed to the costumes.

It also meant a lot to him that his department was willing to to do a mini trick or treat for the twins. They're too young, too little, to really go out for more than an hour or so. Plus it's great socialization for them, and Syverson even used it as an excuse to help his dog, Lily, get some needed experience with being around little ones.

After talking to some of the guys and giving them the candy for the twins, he was surprised to find out how many of them were excited for this as well. It had actually helped encourage some of them to dress up a little this year. Johnny even wore a superhero costume underneath his regular clothes in the hopes the twins would think he's an actual superhero.

The only hiccup was with the Double G's. They objected to giving the kids candy saying it was bad for their teeth and the like. Instead, they asked if they could give them a couple toys.

"Of course," Jake nods. "That's a great alternative! I'll see about running out and getting some real quick."

"No need," Geralt stops him.

"We already got the tykes something in case you agreed," G adds.

"Awww, thank you both so much! Can I see what you got them?"

The G's look at each other briefly before Geralt pulls the pack off his Monster Hunter costume and pulls out a couple of daggers, showing them to Jake.

Jake's eyes go wide. "Are those...are they smaller versions of Narsil before it was reforged?!"

G turns to Geralt, "I told you he'd recognize them."

Geralt nods at G before turning to Jake. "Obviously they're still small for a full blade so dagger based on Narsil made sense."

"Metaphorically as well since children take the shards of the past and reforge them for the sake of their future," G adds.

"Please tell me they're not actually sharp," Jake frets.

"Of course not!" Geralt snarls.

"What kind of idiots do you think we are?" G growls.

Jake holds up his hands in an attempt to placate, "you're right, you're right. I'm sorry. It's just...daggers, even blunted ones, aren't appropriate for toddlers. Maybe if they were plastic or something not so heavy and clearly well made---"

"Plastic?!" G scoffs.

"I swear I'm not trying to insult you and your exquisite tastes!" Jake interjects before Geralt can add his piece. "This is just a super big thing for a Halloween Treat! When you said 'toy' I thought you meant, like the rubber duck on your desk." The Double G's start giving him their scary look before he adds, "not that you have to give them that one. That's your rubber duckie to do with as you wish. I just meant, something small, something fun like that. The daggers you want to give them would be better as...maybe a birthday or Christmas gift. But not for trick or treating. I'd hate to build up their expectations like that."

"Hmmm." is Geralt's only reply before signalling G to join him in a huddle on the other side of their cubicle. After several minutes of silent communication they return to Jake. "We agree that it would be setting the twins' expectations too high for Halloween. Neither of us celebrates Christmas so we will hold onto the daggers until their next birthday."

"And we will return with some toys you deem 'more appropriate' for their age group," G concedes as he grabs his car keys.

"You...you don't need to do this," Jake reiterates. "I'm more than happy to go get something."

"No," Geralt asserts.

"This is our hunt," G scowls.

Jake backs out of their way but Geralt stops, "when is their birthday?"

"Late April," Jake confesses.

Jake holds you close as you both guide the twins along their journey through the cubicles. True to their word the G's got the twins some adorable squishy toys instead. You hear an odd comment about "building up strength to wield a blade" but figure Geralt is just in character as a monster hunter. Jake had made sure to warn you to not ask if he was dressed as a Skyrim character. The armor was incredibly detailed and well made so you had to ask him about it.

Geralt smiles, a little smugly, "I made it myself."

"It's incredible!" you exclaim. "If I didn't have to worry about the chemicals affecting the twins I'd love to learn how to work with leather."

"Hmm. Let me know if you need some pieces made up. Your own skills are quite admirable."

Heat rushes to your face, "oh, that's so kind of you!"

You'd stick around but Leah's run off to Johnny's cubicle, saying something about, "gotta ask."

You run over to her, trying to apologize to Johnny but he isn't hearing it. He's grinning even more than usual as he play whispers, "you'll keep my secret, right?" Leah nods and giggles in your arms.

Meanwhile, over at Ransom's cubicle, Jake is watching the scene, holding a sleepy Luke, and smiling.

Ransom stands next to him, "you know you look like an idiot, right?" Jake's smile falters a little. "Not that your wife doesn't do great work," he continues. "It's just...why would you dress up like this?"

Jake turns to him, still smiling, "because it's fun. Fun for me, fun for my family. If teenage me could see how loved and accepted my geekiness is, he'd cry with relief." Jake turns back to you and Leah, his smile growing again. "Plus, I'm doing my part to show the ones I love that I will always love them, always encourage their interests, and am fully willing to make an idiot of myself for them."

If Ransom has a reply, Jake doesn't hear it because your and Leah's laughs are all that matter right now.

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

@late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[whitehairandtraumatized-bracket]

White Hair and Trauma Brawl Round 1; Poll 20

remember, voting is based on swag, trauma, and favoritism!!

trauma and propaganda under the cut!

Trauma! 

Floyd: Floyd was captured and tortured for his soul essence having it slowly extracted out of him. He almost died but through healing has regained some of his hair’s original pink color  

Takizawa: This guy is more traumatized than Kaneki and you can quote me on that.

First, he was a soldier for the CCG. He was a pretty happy and excitable guy, but broke down pretty hard when faced with an actual possibility of dying. On his will, everything was normal, saying why he wanted to be an investigator and leaving all his possessions to his mom, and then wrote over top of the whole thing "I DON'T WANT TO DIE"

In the battle where he "died", he was terrified and shaking, but brave as he stood up against an extremely dangerous ghoul, Tatara, to protect his friend, Amon. Tatara just casually tossed him in the air and cut off his arm and part of his chest, and now here's where the real trauma starts!

See, Tatara kidnapped him and Amon for Dr. Kano's experiments in turning humans into ghouls. For at least two years, Takizawa was locked in a concrete cell and tortured every day. He had limbs cut off, he was cut open and had organs torn out, just whatever the doctor could do to greviously injure him, then he was forced to eat human flesh so he could regenerate, rinse and repeat every. Day. For two+ years.

Physical torture wasn't the only thing either! He was completely isolated from anyone else (he eventually found out Amon was in the cell next to him and talked to him a bit once, but then Amon escaped and left him), it's implied that he was also sexually assaulted for medical reasons, and the worst thing Kano did was force him to eat his own parents.

He starved him first, then prepared their bodies into horrible human meatballs, and then only told him after he ate them if it "reminded him of home". That obviously fucked him up big time, and it's the moment he entirely gave up and lost his mind.

Fast forward a bit, and the doctor reached his goal. He made a one eyed ghoul comprable to Kaneki and was using Takizawa as a living weapon. He was forced to kill all his former coworkers in the CCG, decapitating them with ease and eating their faces. He had a revenge plan, though.

Fast forward a bit more to the Rushima operation. His former boss, Houji, was leading a squad to kill Tatara (and that squad also happened to include Takizawa's former rival, Akira). Near the end of the battle, Takizawa swooped in and killed Tatara for them, saving Houji's life. He wanted to return to the CCG, but they were all scared of him of course, so Houji ordered the team to kill him. He became so enraged he killed everyone except Akira, who he tried to slowly choke before Amon saved her. Amon wanted to save Takizawa, offered him a way to live better, but he just couldn't listen until another investigator showed up and attacked him. Amon was incapacitated at this point, and when the investigator was about to kill Takizawa, Akira shielded him with her body. He begged her to stop, but she didn't, and almost died for him. This snapped him out of it and finally listened to Amon and escaped.

As Akira was dying, she needed a specific medicine to treat her, one that the doctor had used on him regularly. He willingly chose to go help get that medicine for her despite his trauma around it. And after that whole situation was taken care of and she was okay? He just left. Sabotaging all his relationships because he thought Amon and Akira would be happier without him around.

And from then on, the story kinda forgets about him. He doesn't even get a happy ending like everyone else does. He's just left all alone, killing and eating other dangerous ghouls to survive.

Propaganda!

Takizawa: IF MY ESSAY LONG ABBREVIATED INFO DUMP OF HIS TRAUMA WASN'T ENOUGH, HERE. I MADE A 40 MINUTE LONG VIDEO BECAUSE I COULDN'T SHUT UP ABOUT HIM SO I THOUGHT I MAY AS WELL YAP INTO A MIC ABOUT IT

[Floyd did not receive propaganda. rip.]

[quinloki]

Two-Timing

(It's not in the way you think!)

trans-masc reader Jinbei

2,173 words

Summary: Your academic conversation about Jinbei's anatomy, and yours, turned into something more practical.

cw: implied age-gap, oral, fingering, praise, double-penetration, implied first-time for reader, mdni

A Christmas Gift for the wonderful and amazing @jinbeioyabun my dear friend I hope this ups the woefully low count of beautiful Jinbei and transmasc!Readers that are out there.

You were face down on your stomach at the edge of the bed. Three pillows beneath your hips lifted your ass into the air, leaving your legs to dangle just off the floor.

Face flushed down to your shoulders, you were grateful for the position. The cool air against your bare ass and slick cunt was almost made worse by the fact that you were still wearing your shirt, socks, and shoes.

A long conversation with Jinbei had gone from shared academic anatomical curiosity - Jinbei having two dicks, and you having none despite being a young human male - to admittance of your inexperience, to a deep understanding of his experience, to an offer. His voice had been gentle, and kind, and so soothing.

You wanted him.

He wanted you.

What more you may have needed was useless at that point. You made an agreement, and the small rush of your shared desire was made sweeter by the wait. Stolen glances and brief touches amidst the chaos of the crew.

It just made your need grow.

“What a good boy you are,” Jinbei muses in that same kind tone he always used, coming into the room after giving you time to get into position. You’d been terribly embarrassed by the setup, but treating it a little clinically had helped.

This had started due to a purely academic conversation, even if this result was far from mere academic curiosity. In this position it was also difficult to get scared away by the size of Jinbei’s twin cocks, since you can’t see from this angle.

The praise makes you visibly shiver and the soft chuckle nibbles its way down your back.

“Repeat the words for me.” He prompts you, pulling up a stool and sitting down by your offered ass.

“G-green means I’m good and not worried or nervous about anything.” You say, heat rushing to your face. You know how clearly he can see you right now and facing away isn’t enough to spare you the embarrassment. “Yellow if it hurts a little, or I need you to slow down, or anything that’s not a hard stopping point, and red if I need you to stop.”

“Need, or want.” Jinbei clarifies and you nod.

“Need or want.” You repeat. “Muh-mister Jinbei, I n-need you.” Stammering despite your efforts to keep your voice steady you shake your hips a little.

“Mister?” He laughs, putting his hands on the backs of your legs. The simple touch sends a rush through you and you almost moan. “I suppose I am the teacher in this situation. Alright, let this old professor teach you how to enjoy your body well.”

“First we’ll get you to relax a little bit.” He explains, hands moving up to your ass and spreading you open. Gasping you clutch onto the pillow at your head just from the rush of cool air against your wet skin.

“Breathe, little one.” He says softly, his wide thick tongue licking a heavy strip from front to back. You mewl from the sensation and whine a little as his tongue licks circles around the entrance of your vagina.

He flicks his tongue against your clit every now and then, sending thrills through you, before returning to your needy hole, pressing his tongue in a little more each time. The slow process and gentle urging has you almost dripping, but the tension in your limbs was easing up from the relaxing pace. Even the pleasure was evening out a little, letting you sink into the bedding better.

Jinbei seems to sense this and pushes his tongue in deeply, holding onto you firmly so that you don’t squirm off the pillows.

“F-full! So full!” You gasp, the low chuckle from Jinbei in response hums against your core, and you push back, desperate to have more of him. His thumbs part your labia and he tilts his head enough to push his tongue in deeper.

The first orgasm is soft, and fluid. It soaks through you like ink on paper, slow but pleasurable. You aren’t entirely sure it’s even an orgasm, but you feel so sweet afterward that you don’t care if it was or wasn’t.

Jinbei leans back, kissing the backs of your thighs.

“There we go, that helped you relax, didn’t it?”

“Yessir,” your words wobble off your lips as you breathe heavy into the pillow.

“Color?” he prompts.

“Green. So green.” You sigh.

“Good. Now this might be a little cold, but try to stay relaxed.” He instructs, and you feel cool gel against the entrance of your ass. You flinch and tighten a little, but the cold sensation passes quickly and his finger rubs slow circles against the tight entrance. “Relax,” he hums the word over and over as he rubs a little harder.

The pressure feels good, and in the warmth of your afterglow, you want more. You want the same sweet stretch there as you had from his tongue.

As though he can read your mind his finger pushes into your ass. The intrusion feels odd at first, but there’s no sting. His finger is huge, bigger than you think it should be, but it feels like it’s stretching your ass. You gasp, clenching for a second before you breathe and try to relax.

“There you go, just breathe. I’ll do the work.” He assures you. “It’s going to take a while. You wanted to take both, and that requires prep.”

“G-green,” you mewl, unsure of what else to say.

More lube is added and a second finger is pushed in. The stretch steals your breath, but your body accepts the intrusion. Jinbei holds still for a second as you adjust, checking in on you before he continues to move.

“Please, it, fuh-feels good.” You pant after a minute, pleasure fluttering through your ass. “Your fingers, Mister Jinbei, they feel s’good.”

“Aren’t you a kind young man, praising me like that.” He says warmly. “I think I can reward you for that.”

Jinbei’s grip on your leg vanishes as two fingers push into your cunt, and his thumb rests on your clit. He pushes the two fingers in your ass a little deeper until you can feel the webbing against your skin.

The fullness is intense. You’re stuffed. Speared by his fingers with no hope or desire for escape. Your own wiggling tremors fuck his fingers and grind his thumb into your clit. The pillow at your head is a life preserver and you’re going to drown anyway.

“Please, please!” You pant, begging wantonly. “Fuck, gods! Good, ahhh, feels s’good!”

He chuckles. “Listen to you. My sweet little academic friend has turned quite lewd, hasn’t he?” He moves his fingers, fucking into your squirming and rolling his thumb against your clit. “Do you want to be my good slut, little one?”

“Yes, yes! Sir, please, mister, please, shhhhhh-iiiiiit, please, please it feels s’good! So-Unnnnngh-good!”

“Cum for me then.” He encourages you. “Cum on my fingers like a good boy, and then I can give you what you really want.”

“Please, please, please!” You crush the pillow beneath you, legs going taut and body tightening against his fingers. The rush to the peak hasn’t quite pushed you over the edge, but you’re not squirming now that you’re all tense.

Jinbei adapts swiftly, fucking into your holes with his fingers, cooing soft praises as you finally get over the peak and cum. The tension shivers out of your body and you turn to jelly as you moan into the pillow. Less like the slow ink-soaking sensation of the first one, this one sends jitters through your body as your limbs twitch and shiver, even though most of you is sunk like a lead weight into the bed and pillows.

Your eyes roll back and you babble into the pillow as the intense pleasure begins to release it’s grip on you. The sweet release has you far more relaxed than the first time, sweat slicking your body and causing your hair and shirt to cling to you.

Jinbei slowly removes his fingers from your body and stands up. Undoing his sash, he lets the kimono fall open. You don’t see the thick twin cocks, hard and leaking precum at their tips, twitching against the air like they could smell your pleasure. That had been the point, after all.

He adds lube to both of them, and then grips one of your legs, adjusting you until you’re lined up with him.

“You’ve been a good boy through all this,” he hums, lining a tip up with your dripping pussy. “Breathe for me, nice and deep.” He instructs, lining up the other tip with your ass.

You breathe in, hips already pushing back against the two tips pushing against you. “Yuh-yellow,” you gasp, breathing out, and he stays still.

“Breathe in again,” he commands and you do. Breathing in slowly, and letting it out slow. He presses in just enough to create pressure against your holes. You tighten up again but you breathe in deep and slow before he has to tell you to do it again.

“What a good student.” He praises, breathing in with you and pushing his tips in when you breathe out.

Your breath turns into a whimpered moan as the two cock-heads stretch you. The stuffed feeling has you pinned, and he’s barely in.

“Keep breathing,” he instructs, rocking his hips gently, pushing in just a little further every time you breathe out. “Good boy, good. Just like that. Carefully taking more and more.” He’s holding on to your ankles, keeping you from squirming or jerking too much as he slowly sinks in.

“Color?”

“Yell-green, green - yellow and green!” You gasp. “It feels so good - too good, it’s too much, I’m going to cum, and you’re not even uh-in all the way, I, by the seas this is intense!” You babble, holding the pillow over your eyes as you pant and whine, letting your voice out unobstructed.

“Breathe,” he says, focusing you back on the task at hand, and when you let out your breath he hilts, pulling you flush against his body and filling you deep.

The action cuts you in half and you cum so hard you can’t breathe. Your body tenses from your toes to your brain, the pleasure shorting your senses for a split second until the euphoria rushes your body. You clench against his cocks, the fluttering sensation sending new waves of pleasure back into you. Your legs jerk and twitch as much as they can in his grip and your upper body curls and uncurls.

Every motion makes your body jolt in ecstasy, and it takes a couple minutes for you to come down from the intense high.

“Please,” you nearly sob. “M-more, please. Please, it feels so good, I want… I want all of you. More, please.”

“Anything for my precious little student.” He promises, pulling back slowly and pushing back in just as slow.

The pleasure has you keening whines into the air without concern or care. Every shift feels amazing, the thick cocks have you so full you couldn’t handle even a centimeter more. And they’re rubbing you, front and back and between, setting off sensations you could never feel otherwise. Babbled sounds drip from your lips as your back arches and your eyes cross.

Little by little he picks up the pace.

The intense soft pleasure picks up and you’re unable to worry about anything. The pleasure is all you can hold onto. You’re not even worried about drowning in it, there is nothing but pleasure. When you cum it’s almost indistinguishable from all the sounds and movements you were already making.

You clench against cocks with no give, and your toes curl and flex, spreading wide and moving independently until your whole foot curls. Your hand smacks on his stomach as you struggle to breathe against the intense pleasure of the orgasm. There’s no way you could say a color right now, but you’re not worried.

You’re safe in the hands of such an experienced helmsman.

You’re not sure if you cum again, or if that last orgasm just doesn’t end, but Jinbei’s heavier thrusts are helping you breathe as they force the air out of your lungs. Only having to focus on breathing in was nice.

Time became an elusive concept, and you weren’t sure how many minutes he was properly railing you before you came again. All you know is that you screamed his name, exalting his existence and practically flailing as he’d released your legs for a moment.

Large webbed hands press against your thighs, and pin you to the bed on your back as he pulls out of you. You cry at the sudden emptiness, but the hot ropes of cum that cover your torso, face and legs are consolation enough.

“You did a fine job.” Jinbei says softly, wiping spend and sweat off your cheek. “Rest for a moment, and I’ll get a bath ready.”

[rosaemoux]

I've been thinking of a Magic Batman Au in which there are three main types of magic each person can choose to practice:

Spacial, or physical magic, which is the magic that affects physical spaces, it can go anywhere from elemental to gravitational control of some kind.

Time, or chronological magic, it is the power to reverse, advance or stop time in a specific area for a specific amount of time

And

Ilusory, or psychic magic, it is the magic of the mind, the power to create hallucinations to deceive the mind, to feel other's emotions and manipulate them or to even control other's mind.

Magic is mostly used in everyday life like a convenient tool, but those who practice it and harness it to perfection are called Mages. It's treated no different to a science, however the knowledge behind becoming a mage is very much gatekept by governments all around the world to avoid the use of those powers outside their control.

There are also people ways to steal other people's magic by killing them, making yourself very powerful but also corrupting parts of your soul, making you a Death Mage. Those who choose not to are Life Mages.

Bruce Wayne comes from a long line of spacial mages of the Wayne family. He, however was born like the Kane side of his family, and had a natural affinity for Ilusory magic. After travelling and learning a lot from many different masters, including the Death Mages of Family Al Ghul, he returns to his Victorian Fantasy Gotham, using his power and wealth to make the city a better place and researching magic.

Then, Dick comes into his life, a young boy affected so early by death, like him. To avoid that the boy going out on his own and kills someone, he takes him under his wing. Dick became a spacial mage like his parents before him, also with some of the spells and techniques of the Waynes. I think he's really good at gravitational magic and controlling wind on his favor.

Barbara was mostly self trained, but had some techniques that her dad taught her for self defense, before Bruce also decided to train her. I think that she would have a natural affinity for psychic magic, before switching to time magic once she completes her mage journey and becomes Oracle post her paralysis (Clocktower symbolism, Oracle symbolism, it's perfect). Both her and Dick are very respected in their respective fields, and people start to see them and Bruce like the Wayne and the Kane; a clan, a powerful but small clan of Life Mages. Who also currently can't stand each other.

Then there's Jason Todd. A boy full of raw talent and an affinity for time magic like no other person that Bruce had ever met. When Bruce adopts him, he teaches him what he can. Things were mostly good, even if Dick wasn't very happy with the surprise adoption of a new boy and Barbara wasn't very present. However, when he figures out that Catherine Todd wasn't his biological mother, he and Bruce try to find his possible other living parent.

It goes mostly like in canon. They meet Shiva, ask her about it, she laughs it off, but their meeting makes Shiva a bit reflective about old business. After all, that little girl should be around that boy's age, shouldn't she ? She wonders how that experiment is going... and she feels, conflicted ? Huh, wonder where that came from.

When Jason finds Sheila and she ends up selling him out, they both end up tied in different rooms of a abandoned house, with a ticking timebomb.

Jason uses every single bit of his training to slow down, rewind and stop time, stalling for when Bruce comes for him. He eventually gets himself out of the ropes, but instead of trying to find his way out, he goes to find Sheila. He finds her, and Bruce finally found where they were, but it was just too late.

Ironically enough Jason Todd runs out of time.

Bruce looses a part of himself. His grief overcomes the entire city. He swears that he'll never take in another child, he closes his heart to all of those around him.

However, the mages of House Al Ghul are no strangers to the ways of death, and necromancy is just another way to get what they want. And if a piece or two of a soul gets lost along the way ? Well, you can always steal someone else's.

Part two is about the actual point in which the story would start;

[oldwritingm]

HEY POOKS! I'm back with a cool idea😋

Basically hcs where the ninja have to train the reader(who is younger then them) because Wu told them too. At first neither of them want to train together and make the training sessions difficult for each other but over time the ninja see themselves in the reader which was apart of wu's plan. So overtime they develop a sibling bond and everyone rubs in their faces on how similar they are even when they used to hate each other.

SILLY REQUEST BUT HOPEFULLY THAT MADE SENSE! ANYWAYS BYE POOKIE REMEMBER TO TAKE RESTS AND DRINK WATER🤍💛🤍👻👻

YIPPEE you’re back with another banger!!!

Me when you call me pookie,, teehee

Ninjago - Unintentionally Becoming the Ninjas’ Little Sibling

Zane

Zane doesn’t always hate kids, but he certainly didn’t like you at first

He saw you as disorganized and disruptive

Your fighting style was no better

He begrudgingly took it upon himself to help shape you up, not just as a fighter, but as a person

Your attitude towards him was not helping his exasperation at all

But he’s perseverant

Eventually you start to come around to his lessons, finding that being organized is pretty convenient at times

You secretly started to organize your room

You absolutely did NOT want him to know that though

One time he walked in on you sorting your comics by franchise, and you legitimately flipped your table

“Y/n! Why did you do that? Look at the mess you’ve made.”

“I-I don’t care about messes!! No… I… I like my room like this…”

He insisted on helping you clean up, at which point he noticed that the comics, which had somehow maintained their separate groups after falling to the floor, were sorted

He doesn’t point it out, but he feels some pride in you

He helps you reorganize the comics wordlessly

Sitting there, just sorting through comics in silence, the tension between you two melted

Once Zane realized that his teachings were getting through to you, he stops being so harsh

He offers to help you organize things, and he’s thrilled if you return the favor

From there he’ll start teaching you to cook and do chores too

That’s when the others start to notice

They call you the Rumba because you’re a little housekeeping helper

Zane finds the name especially comedic because a Rumba is also a robot

Though their teasing makes you all huffy, you wouldn’t go back to your old ways just to stop it

You like the time you spend with Zane too much

Besides doing chores, you guys also like to watch documentaries together

You’re both one of those “did you know (weirdly specific fact)” people

You like to quiz each other on your niche hobbies and interests

You’re both definitely one of those weirdly knowledgeable people that seem to have a fun fact for every scenario

You’ll build off of each others’ fun facts as well

“Did you guys know that monarch butterflies are actually incredibly poisonous?”

“That’s correct. That’s why the viceroy butterfly has evolved to look similar; predators will assume they’re monarchs, and thus elect not to eat them.”

This becomes more annoying for the others as time goes on

Kai

He was determined to “tame” you from the very beginning

When Wu tasked him with training you, he convinced himself that you were a real piece of work

This led to a less than ideal attitude towards you, regardless of whether you were actually a problem child or not

He assumes this air of authority, using his age and experience as excuses to boss you around

That’s where your problem with him arises

And when you start to show how much you hate him, he only feels more justified in his treatment

It’s only when he starts to notice your hot-headedness that he reflects on his treatment of you

He sees himself in you, which makes him question if that’s how he would want to be treated

No, he decides, this is not how he would want to be treated were he in your position

So he approaches you one day when you’re all alone, watching the sunset

“Here to boss me around some more?”

“No, I want to apologize. I shouldn’t be treating you like this. It’s just not helpful, to you or me. I’m going to try to be better.”

His genuineness strikes you

You accept the apology warily

Frankly you’re worried about how he plans to change his treatment of you

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that he’s actually a pretty cool guy once he drops the dictator act

He shows you fun fighting moves, even lets you win every now and again when you spar

And he invites you to do more leisurely activities too

It’s a welcome change from the endless stream of chores he used to give you

He still gives you work to do though (mostly things he doesn’t want to do himself)

Your lingering hot-headedness shines through when this happens

“Why do I have to do it? It’s not fair!”

“Because I said so. Now shoo.”

The others start to tease that you’re just like him

Kai doesn’t mind this at all

If anything, he’s proud to have a mini version of himself

He loves doing stuff with you; your determination makes you a great buddy to be all competitive with

You guys LOVE to compete; video games, chores, training, anything

Cole

You get on Cole’s bad side by being stubborn

Cole’s a pretty chill guy who likes to go with the flow, so if you make him put his foot down, he’s not going to like you

So, when you demonstrate the classic huffiness of a child, he gets pretty impatient

He won’t push hard when it comes to enforcing his authority

He’ll just leave

This makes you feel like he doesn’t care about you, which only exacerbates your bad attitude

It becomes a vicious cycle of hate on both ends

It’s only when you realize that you are being a little bratty that you decide to try and tone it down

This takes him by surprise

“…99, and 100! Okay, all done with warm-ups. What next?”

“Wh— no complaining? Huh. Um, okay, let’s practice your high kicks.”

“You’re the boss.”

He starts to actually enjoy training with you once you’re not arguing all the time

This shows you that he really does care about your progress

The negative cycle therefore becomes a positive one

Cole loves to praise you when you’ve done a good job

He’s very proud of you

When you get used to going with what he says, you’re adopting some of his laid-back attitude

That’s where the others perceive similarities

But they don’t end there

Cole likes to invite you to hang out with him after training, and through your hang out sessions you start to pick up on some of his mannerisms

Like eating the cream out of the Oreo before you eat the cookie

Or leaving the TV on while you take a nap

The teasing gets amped up when the others notice these mirrored habits

Neither of you really care, though

You just like that you have a good relationship now :)

Jay

Jay thought you were a total brat

All it took was one bad experience; he’s volatile like that

He sees you in a bad light once and your reputation is ruined

A bad comment, telling him no once, a dirty look, anything small like that

He’s super cold to you when training, dishing out orders like Gordon Ramsay and glaring at you just as intensely

You feel like you can never satisfy him

As the work he gives you piles up daily, you can’t help but shoot a glare back

Your relationship is fixed in the same way it was ruined: with a single moment

You were watching TV, appreciating a rare break

Your favorite character was on screen, and you couldn’t help but smile and sigh

“Man, I wish you were my friend. Then everything would be okay. You’re just so cool.”

“Isn’t he?!”

You whirled around with wild eyes

Jay was diving to sit down next to you, his eyes sparkling at the screen

He was overjoyed to find out that you liked the show; it was super niche, and none of the other ninjas had even heard of it

You listened as he gushed about the show, a little disturbed by his complete flip of attitude

Eventually you couldn’t help joining his fangirling

You spent literal hours talking

Kai dropped in at one point to make a comment about you two being secret siblings, which you both shrugged off

After that day you were pretty much inseparable

You both proved to be total chatterboxes in each others’ presence

The others find this amusing in the sense that Jay has finally found an equal, but annoying in the sense that you guys literally never stop talking

The only time you shut your mouths is when you’re watching your shows

Even when training, you keep feedback flowing between you

“Nice kick! Try lower next time, though.”

“Thanks! Oof, that hurt…”

Nya

When you start to get frustrated/demotivated with your training, Nya does the same

She finds you “impossible to work with”

So she’ll dump you with someone else, making you feel like garbage to be tossed around

Wu has to remind her that she was the same when she started her ninja training

She’s in denial at first, but when she sees you hunched over in anger, she remembers being in that exact position

With newfound empathy she goes over to you

“Hey… you know, I wasn’t much better when I started my training.”

“I doubt it. I’m just the worst. I’ll never be a ninja.”

She was shocked to find your attitude so similar to her old attitude

From there she had a better idea of how to help you

You were surprised to find her so understanding

You came around to her as you realized she really did know how you were feeling

You put your trust in her, becoming a little more laid-back and letting her guide you

In other words, you adopted her “go with the flow” mindset

Wu was the first to point out your similarities

You both just looked at each other and smiled

You knew you were similar; that’s why you got along

Nya decides to teach you things beyond ninja training, like mechanics

You become quite skilled under her guidance

The others notice that she’s essentially created a smaller version of herself

She protests that you’re your own person, but she can’t deny that you are basically just mini-Nya

Lloyd

Lloyd gets annoyed if you don’t make progress quickly

His training was very fast and intense, so if you can’t keep up, he gets impatient

He’ll just keep pushing harder and harder

He doesn’t realize that not everyone has a prophecy to live up to, and thus probably isn’t motivated in the same way

He can’t find a way to appeal to your motivation, which leaves you feeling like training is just a waste of time

Lloyd finds this attitude incredibly disrespectful

You guys make so many passive aggressive remarks

“Are you already tired?”

“Well, you did kinda just make me, the kid, do 100 push ups.”

It’s when you finally snap that he realizes he’s been doing it wrong

You explode during training one day, storming off while grumbling furiously

Lloyd just stands there, stunned

At that point he finally recognizes that you’re not just a little version of himself, and he needs to get to know you to understand how to help you

So he appeals to you first, remembering the things he used to like as a kid

He gets you into Starfarer, and you guys bond over your love of it

He learns bits and pieces about you when you hang out, and eventually devises a plan to get you back on track

You take to training much better the second time around, making impressive progress

You aren’t cocky about it though; you’ve picked up Lloyd’s humble attitude

The others reminisce about when Lloyd was in your position and they were the trainers

“They’re kinda like you, Lloyd.”

“You think? I guess they are. I remember when you’d train me like this, Kai.”

He takes pride in knowing he’s facilitated your growth

He’s almost as proud to say he’s created another Starfarer fan

You guys still love to gush over the comics together :)

Sorry this was kind of a long read ^^” but thanks for reading! And thank you lovely anon for your request!!

(divider by saradika)

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Okay so i had this in my mind, so do you know about moominmamma from moominvalley, just to summarize her shortly, she's described as a calm and comforting caretaker, who has a odd way of doing housekeeping and seems to always be calm, always making the tastiest foods, always carrying around a handbag that seems to have everything, and also knows the slight changes in the moomin house after her hibernation, and also might have been hiding a criminal (Stinky) from the police.

Soo i have a fun idea of the farmer being exactly like moominmamma, they do an odd way on doing anything, giving off strong parental figure vibe, always know whenever someone move or took their stuff, even a little, and maybe even befriending monsters( i can imagine them simply hanging out with Apophis or even having tea with Gabrielle).

How would all of the RSV characters react to a Moominmamma! Listener?

Hell yeah, Moomin mentioned! :D

I really like that idea for Farmer ❤️ Thanks for your ask, dear anon, and enjoy!

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Trinnie and Keahi adore Farmer and will never miss a single opportunity to visit them on the farm. After all, the kind Farmer always treats them to something tasty (Keahi sometimes even thinks that Farmer is a little better cook than his father), always lets them pet the animals, and even ride a horse (not without a protective helmet and supervision from Farmer, of course), and also never refuses the energetic children in advice if they are worried about something. Admittedly, if Farmer gets Keahi and Trinnie up to mischief, it's not without a dose of light scolding (who uses a bomb for a prank?), but on the whole, Farmer is a favourite adult for the kids.

Maddie, Flor, Kiarra and Paula decided to make a little experiment at their leisure in Stardew Valley, and asked Philip to move some things in Farmer's house while Farmer themself was standing with the girls (Farmer allowed it). When he returned to his friends, however, all four girls waited to see what Farmer would say in reply. "Philip moved my coffee mug in the kitchen a little to the left of the sink." The shocked man nodded his head in confirmation. "HOW?!" "It's always like that. Anyway, who wants some berry pie?"

Aguar has an experiment of his own on Farmer as well... Only in this case, it will also involve the dangerous monsters that lurk in the depths of Ridge forest. Why are they aggressive to everyone but Farmer? What kind of aura do they exude that monsters obediently stand near them and willingly accept... cookies in their clawed paws??? He can use their power to his advantage. For the defence of Ridgeside Village, naturally (well, and other purposes...).

Farmer has practically replaced Yuuma's parents while they have to travel for work. The boy was at first uncomfortable with Farmer's care and didn't want to impose on the adult with his chores and thoughts, immersing himself in taking care of his older brother. But it was Farmer's help, kindness and care that allowed Yuuma not only to have free time to be a child, but also to vent his accumulated emotions to someone, about his fears and worries for his brother and how much he missed his mom and dad.

No, Jio doesn't need anything from Farmer. And no, he doesn't need woollen socks, it's not cold in the woods- no, he doesn't need it in any way at all. Elf doesn't need a warm hat either. Why is Farmer chasing him like a protective mama hen? He's an assassin, this is ridiculous- No! For the last time, Jio doesn't need this- !!! Okay, he'll take the plum pudding, it looks delicious. Thanks. And go away.

The kindness and parental care from Farmer is just a breath of fresh air for the Amethyne family, whose members sacrifice almost everything for the legacy of their family name. Louie clung to Farmer like a magnet, wanting to spend more time with them. He even stopped calling them a servant and started working on his behaviour thanks to their advice and help. The advice was especially accepted by Ariah, who was already freaking out due to a nearly failed exam and a lot of pressure. The faithful servants Irene and Sonny themselves were not left out of Farmer's attention, they were even a little unaccustomed to it - usually they take care of family and guests, but here it was somehow the opposite. Zayne is a little shy, but very grateful to Farmer for everything and for always listening to him and helping him in difficult decisions. Maive is just happy with Farmer and appreciates them for everything they have done for her family, sometimes being surprised that Farmer sees only good in her too, even though the head of the Amethyne family herself knows that she can be strict and even unpleasant.

While the grumpy elf is trying his best to hide from Farmer, Daia is taking full advantage of this. Who could say no to a delicious cranberry cheesecake, especially since Farmer makes it just perfect! The ninja has never known family and parental care, having been raised from an early age with only one job - to kill anyone her Lady points her finger at, so Daia doesn't mind feeling cared for, if only for a little while. Though she admits it's a little strange.

"Farmer, we need to have a serious talk." Belinda doesn't even know anymore whether to be angry at the careless Farmer who approached Gabriella's closest minions unarmed, with intentions of "settling the conflict," or surprised at the minions agreeing to peace and having a tea party??? with Farmer. Can damned monsters even drink anything? It's as if Farmer has some sort of aura that makes all evil spirits calm down. At her mute request for help in this strange situation towards Raeriyala, the fox spirit only laughed softly at what was happening. Her deceased friend had been such a caring mother, and it was rather amusing to see Farmer adopt those traits of their grandmother. Maybe it's a hint that the damned souls can still be saved, since they're treating Farmer peacefully at least.

Olga has become resistant to Farmer because they are spoiling her husband Bert (who really doesn't mind a tasty sweets from Farmer) and daughter Trinnie with their maternal care. She is grateful to Farmer for their recipes for culinary masterpieces, sweaters and, though a little strange, very useful advice about the house, but Olga repeats time after time that these two need a stern hand.

Lenny sat on the picnic table with the rest of the adult residents of Ridgeside Village and was dying laughing when she saw Farmer, with arms full of sweaters, almost running after anyone they thought was not dressed appropriately for the cold weather. "Ay, ay, ay, are you jealous because you don't have a sweater either?" slyly quipped Carmen, who however was also amused by the scene. Especially since her daughter Blair was perpetually dressed lightly and had a good chance of catching a cold (despite her mother's scolding), so Farmer, who had persuaded her to wear sweater they had tied, was her salvation. Shanice, Naomi, and Malaya giggled quietly at what was happening while Richard with Pika and Lorenzo explained to a confused Kimpoi that Farmer had always been like this. Even though they all laugh, everyone knows that Farmer is the kindest soul, best friend and just a blessing from Yoba.

On the one hand, Faye is a bit annoyed by Farmer's care and advice, because she can take care of herself, you know (ugh, they are like her parents!). But later the waitress realises that they do it out of kindness, not because they think she is incapable of independent life. Plus she can't turn down Farmer's food (their cauliflower with cheese is delicious!).

"Aw yeah, free lunch!" Ian gave Sean a stern look after his not too polite comment when Farmer's stopped by their workplace with a hot meal for the boys. But the ginger man himself couldn't agree more with his friend: Farmer cooks so gloriously that it's impossible to refuse. They have become a frequent visitor (not even a customer anymore), just to make sure that both Ian and Sean don't forget to eat after their hard work. Ian is especially grateful, as he can save more money for his family.

Anton has already come to terms with his failures in life, believing that the only thing he has left to wish for is to numb the pain with cider and sleep. However, Farmer appeared in Anton's life and became a friend, a counsellor and a shoulder to cry on. And they always have plenty of tissues in their handbag after crying.

After the whole damn thing with that Jio and "Gabriela's followers", Corine is surprised at how calm Farmer acted at the sight of danger. Wait, don't tell her that Farmer didn't take up arms just because they want to be friends with these... creatures and live in peace like in fairytale. With all due respect to her good friend, Corine doesn't think just words will solve anything here... whatever that was.

Alissa and Ysabelle are going to be a little confused. It's not that Farmer's attention and care makes them uncomfortable, not at all. It's just... They're not little kids anymore, and they can take care of themselves. Alissa is a bit shy to say it directly, so as not to hurt Farmer's feelings, while Ysabelle said in plain text that if she needs help, advice or warm socks, she will ask directly. Luckily, Frmer understood both girls perfectly and is in no way offended.

Shiro was so happy when before his eyes Farmer cared for and helped Yuuma, allowing the boy to enjoy at least some free time like a child should. Even chuckled a little when his younger brother was a little shy of care from Farmer. Laughing until Farmer's attention turned to Shiro himself. He was a little shy too, but was grateful for the help and care, occasionally reminding him that he could take care of himself too. Heh, why does he need so many woollen socks?

"Don't you think I'm too old for all this?" Kenneth, June and Jeric in no way meant to insult the Farmer or their gift of a knitted jumper. It's only that such overprotection causes them a little confusion and misunderstanding. All those sweaters and- oh, ok, that cheesecake looks delicious. They'll accept that. Thanks Farmer.

For Lola and Freddie Farmer is the kindest, most polite and calm youth they have ever met. All their deeds, all their concern for the other residents of this town has not escaped the eyes of the retired assassins. And of course, two elderly men will not refuse the knitted socks that Farmer has put their care and love into (especially they are woolen - just the thing against the cold wooden floor in their house!). Lola is a little worried, though, because of Farmer's desire to solve all matters only in peace and even be friends with monsters. She's afraid lest Farmer's get in trouble because of it.

[vindicated-truth]

Joowon's return to Manyang after his sabbatical in Busan is often seen as him being a copycat to how Dongsik was at the beginning of the series, but I feel like what's often overlooked is that the dynamic shifts too, for Dongsik:

Dongsik is, against his will, now put in Joowon's place, the way Joowon was in the beginning.

Just as Dongsik was using Joowon before, so is Joowon using Dongsik now.

And you can tell it rattles Dongsik, experiencing for himself what he put Joowon through: all the cryptic questions, feeling doubt about what he believes in, feeling doubt about the people around him.

I think it's at this point in the story that Dongsik finally feels what Joowon must have once felt: that he's being played for no good reason.

To be clear, Joowon did treat Dongsik badly before. Yet I also think Dongsik is realizing at this point that he treated Joowon badly before, too.

Joowon was operating under the assumption that Dongsik was a serial killer (and then later on an accomplice to the serial killer, which turned out to be not wrong in the most technical sense), hence his mistreatment of Dongsik. Not excusable, but understandable. Joowon's own moral compass, for better for worse, hinged on guilty until proven innocent, instead of the other way around.

Dongsik, on the other hand, had been deliberately using Joowon, without letting Joowon know all the pertinent details and just letting Joowon stumble in the dark, desperate and struggling to find the answers for himself that Dongsik himself knew but wasn't providing.

And to be clear, Dongsik did have good reason to not trust Joowon in the beginning, especially as Han Kihwan's son. But I think here, at this point in the story post Joowon's sabbatical, where the dynamic is switched and Dongsik is the one now being played, it's only then that it hit Dongsik what he put Joowon through, too.

I think it's why they both had a strange sort of understanding by the middle of the series because they were forced to experience what it's like to be put in the other's shoes. And whatever they did to each other was effectively neutralized especially after Nam Sangbae's death, when they both started to realize there was much, much more at play here—and more players than they initially thought.

That it did not, in fact, end with Kang Jinmook. Even though Jinmook was the serial killer.

At this point, they still do not know all the other players involved: Cho Gilgu, Jung Cheolmun, Park Jeongje, Do Haewon, Lee Changjin, Han Kihwan.

But they are about to. And they realize that to uncover all these hidden players in the game, they have to stop playing each other and they now have to start working together.

Truthfully, this time, without having to hide anything from each other. No cryptic clues. Just honesty, in its barest, most painful form.

Against all odds, they now have to start trusting each other.

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Princesa

Chapter Two: Fifteen - Settling In

Pairing: father figure bishop x reader / romantic interest still tba

Summary: She had to run away, there was nothing left for her there. After losing everything, her mother and step father and being shipped off across the country to live with her bastard of a birth father, she thought her life was over. But a chance encounter on the side of the highway has her world changing again. Perhaps for the better. Maybe she’ll finally have a family again. In this chapter: Bishop promises Salacia she will be safe and introduces her to his charter. Things get off to a rough start.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): angst, mentions of parental death, mentions of past emotional abuse, feelings of isolation and being ignored.

Word Count: 5006 (not even sorry)

A/N: part two of my second Mayans passion project is here! Also, anything written *like this* means the character is speaking in Spanish. (I don’t speak much so this was better than Google translate to me…)

Tags: @staley83

Previous Part(s): Part One

Bishop Losa pulled into a motel with his surprise passenger on the back of his bike. He knew that he needed a good night’s rest before he finished the ride back down to Santo Padre, and he was certain that Salacia needed a real night’s sleep. They had stopped at a drugstore before the motel so she could get some new toiletries. She seemed like was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and him to decide not to help her anymore. But she was going to take advantage of the help while she had it.

After paying for the room and parking in front of it he let her head in while he went to get some food. Give her some privacy to settle in.

Salacia was happy to have a shower and then put on her pajamas and sit on an actual bed. She wanted to cry. It felt so good to be clean.

Bishop showed up with a pizza and some soda for her, a couple beers for himself. He had asked what she wanted. She thanked him again for helping her.

They talked more casually before she asked him again why he was helping her. Didn’t he expect anything besides her answering phones in return for saving her, since she was biologically linked to the President of the mother charter for the Sons of Anarchy.

“Do I make you feel like you owe me more than I’m asking for?” He asked.

She sighed, “Nobody does anything for free in my experience.” She said.

He sighed and shook his head, “Not usually, but I don’t expect anything from you. I’ve seen too many young women destroyed by this world, I want to prevent it where I can. I’m not a good man, I can admit that, but I’m not a monster. If you really feel like you want to give more, I’ll take any info you might know.” He said.

“I don’t know any of the business shit.” She said with a shake of her head, “Just personal stuff that I’ve observed.”

“That kind of thing can be used if you need to blackmail someone or interact. I’m sure you can guess knowing the little things that make a person tick can give you an upper hand.” He said with a smirk.

“True.” She said, “Okay, I have a notebook. I can write down what I know about them.”

“No loyalty to them?” He chuckled.

“Where was their loyalty to me?” She asked, “I lost my entire world when my mom and Luis died, and then I was forced into a home where no one cared about me, treated me like shit and ignored me when I was trying to cope with everything in my life being destroyed.”

He nodded and sipped his beer, “Your loyalty was to your mom and step-dad. Not to them.” He states and she nodded, “Your loyalty was up for grabs and they tossed that aside.”

“Their loss.” She joked, “Could be your gain.”

“Trust me, I think it will be, Princesa.” He said with a grin.

This could really be the start of a very good thing for both of them.

—

Salacia had fallen asleep about the same time her head hit the pillow. She hadn’t slept properly in so long. When she was fully asleep he stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and place a call down to Santo Padre and let them know that he would have a guest with him. He knew they wouldn’t believe him when he said he was saving a random white girl from the side of the highway. And they really wouldn’t believe it when he explained her connection to the Sons of Anarchy.

But he would save that for when he got her down there. When he could explain shit in person. Show them the pictures of her bruises. Let them meet her and see why he felt the need to save her.

He had maybe one day's ride left before getting home. He felt glad that he had a spare bedroom. He knew she would feel more comfortable with a door and a lock of her own.

In a sense he was stepping into a paternal role with her. She lost the man she considered her father and then her biological father turned out to be a piece of shit. She needed somebody.

He had lost his own son, far too young. He hadn’t felt the desire to be a parent again. But finding this teenage girl he felt the desire to save her. To be what she needed.

And what she needed was a father.

—

Pulling up in front of his own house with Salacia on the back of his bike, Bishop could feel her shaking with nerves about this new path of her life. He turned the bike off and got off before helping her off of it.

“Here we are, Salacia.” He said, “Would you like a couple days to settle in before meeting my club and seeing the office for the scrapyard?”

She nodded and thanked him again. She had been thanking him over and over again since she realized he was serious about helping her out. He led her to the house and unlocked the door letting her head inside. He showed her to the spare room, it was supposed to be an office but he never used it as one. There was a desk, dresser, bookshelf, and a twin bed.

“I’ll clean my shit out in the next few days. But you can settle in here, make it your own.” He offered.

“I don’t have much.” She said adjusting her backpack on her shoulder.

“Well, this is gonna be your home now if you want to stick around, you’ll probably get more shit and need a place to keep it.” He said, doing his best to keep her smiling.

He didn’t want her to feel like a burden. He had offered this to her. He wanted her to know she really was welcome.

“Tomorrow, how about I give you some cash to get some clothes and whatever you need to start out with. I’ll give you a ride, but I won’t follow your every step if you don’t want me with you.” He said.

She had just set her backpack on the bed when he said that and she looked at him shocked.

“Are you serious?” She asked, receiving a nod, she walked over and wrapped her arms around him in a hug as she cried thanking him over and over again.

He was shocked but hugged back. It was obvious that nobody had been kind to her in a long time because she felt like this was too much. He wouldn’t say anything about that now. Just let it strengthen his resolve to be good to her. Take care of this kid who really needed someone.

—

Bishop had kept his word, taking her to a few smaller shops in town and letting her get some clothes and books, even a couple things to make the space her own. She was shocked at how much he was doing for her. She found it hard to not thank him over and over again.

Seeing her interact with the ladies who worked in these shops. She seemed to figure out easily when using Spanish or English worked better and flowed smoothly between them.

“You weren’t kidding about being bilingual.” He said.

Salacia blushed softly, “Yeah, I grew up in Miami, Little Havana specifically. I spoke more Spanish at home and around the neighborhood than English. English was almost a more public or school thing. Though with mom and Luis I switched a lot, whatever language felt right or came up in my head when I had something I wanted to say...a lot of the older ladies at the small shops mom loved to go to loved seeing my four year old Caucasian self asking or telling my mom things in a mixture of Spanish and English.” She smiled softly remembering it.

“So you were moved all the way to the other side of the country when they died, huh?” He asked.

She nodded, “Over three thousand miles...to live with a man I had never met.” She sighed and shook her head, “Now a couple hundred more for the same thing.” She did her best to joke making him laugh.

“But this man you barely met, believes you.” He said.

She smiled softly. She didn’t know if she could fully trust him. But she was giving this a chance.

This might be the only chance she had to not end up on a street corner.

—

Bishop was packing up his things from the room he was giving Salacia while she washed her old clothes. He saw a stuffed turtle sat on the bed that she had tried to hide.

It looked old, like she had had it for years. He wondered where she got it from. When she walked back in and set the laundry basket he had insisted on buying at the end of the bed. He asked about the turtle.

“I liked turtles a lot as a kid...always have...I got that for my eighth birthday from my Abuela, Luis’s mom...it was the last birthday she was around for…” she smiled softly and picked it up hugging it to her chest as she sat down, “I had to bring him with me…”

That statement really exemplified that she was still just a kid. Fifteen years old and still a little girl missing her grandmother. And knowing what had happened to her. How she was treated after.

He wasn’t surprised that she had run off. He didn’t blame her for it either.

But she needed help. And he would give her that help.

—

Bishop was at the Mayan’s clubhouse having called everyone there to discuss the girl he had brought back. He left her at his house to settle in more. Get used to where she would be staying. Plus, he figured that she would be nervous about meeting his club. It would probably feel like being thrown to the wolves.

He explained what had happened. How he found her and offered help. He said that she had been hurt badly and ran off when she was pushed aside when she needed help. He didn’t give them all the details she had given him. She had begged him not to. She didn’t want to be looked at like she was weak or that she wasn’t really a victim because she was already developed.

The way she saw her own father looking at her. Like because genetics and puberty had hit her hard she deserved what that coach had done to her.

The men of the Santo Padre Mayan charter were shocked to say the least. But they did agree that Bishop was probably the best person to come across her.

“So what’s she going to do while she’s here? She can’t go to school, legally I mean.” Gilly said.

“She agreed to help around the office for the yard, answering phones and shit, but for school, I’m gonna suggest getting her GED.” He said, knocking some ash from his cigar into the ashtray, “Can’t fucking exist without a high school degree anymore.”

“Does she know that this club isn’t exactly working legally, right?” Hank asked.

“Yeah, she gets it. Doesn’t know what we do, but she even said she figured it wasn’t all legal. Don’t feel the need to tell her about anything she doesn’t need to know.” Bishop replied.

He made sure that they knew she was off limits and to be treated well. She was a kid who had lost everything and he wanted to help her.

“There’s one other thing...why I wanted to talk before I brought her around.” He said seriously, everyone paying attention now, “Her biological father is Clay Morrow, president of SAMCRO.”

He knew he couldn’t hide that. He knew that his housing her and helping her was a major risk for him and his club. But he made the choice already. Crazy as it was. And his MC brothers were letting him know exactly how crazy his taking her in was. He let them ask questions and tell him that he must have lost his mind for a few minutes.

But then he spoke again, tone level and leaving no room for argument, “I am not going to let someone who needed help I could give, end up the way teen girls who are never found when they run off do. I’ve looked, she hasn’t even been reported missing. She ran away almost four weeks ago. No one is looking for her...to someone other than me, a club other than us...what the fuck would she be?”

Nobody spoke, because they knew the answer.

She would be a target.

—

Salacia had spent every second she had writing down everything she could think of about everyone she had known for the past two years. She was observant during her time there. She had to be.

Nobody there wanted her around so she had to learn the different quirks of the people she was being forced to be around to know how to survive around them.

They tended to ignore her. But she listened to what they said around her. Watched the way they interacted with each other and easily saw where things were strained.

She wrote those things down. She made notes of which relationships were closer and which relationships were strained.

She was shocked at how much she remembered and had observed. But once she started writing she couldn’t stop. Having to go back and add things to other Sons when she realized something new.

Her wrist hurt but thankfully she was almost done. She couldn’t think of anything more. She was just happy to be able to provide something other than secretarial work. Something more valuable considering who she was related to.

Today was the day she would be meeting the other Mayans of Santo Padre. Bishop had told her as much the night before. He also wanted her to see the office for the scrap yard so she could get used to it. Honestly, having an extra set of hands taking care of phones and paperwork would be great.

He could focus on the things that needed his attention within the MC while she helped him handle his office work for the legitimate business.

She had been awake for two hours before Bishop woke up. She was used to listening for things since she had run away. Living on the streets for even a short time will do that for you.

She heard his bed springs squeak as he sat up. How he grumbled while shutting off his alarm. The heavy footfalls in his room which turned softer as he walked by her door. Not wanting to disturb her.

She sat up when she heard him in the kitchen and the smell of coffee being brewed hit her nose. She adjusted her pajamas since they had bunched up a bit during her tossing and turning trying to go back to sleep and she hadn’t bothered to fix them when she sat up to keep writing.

She exited her room and walked down the short hallway to enter the kitchen. Bishop smiled when she entered.

“Trouble sleeping?” He asked, able to read her so well already, he poured a second mug of coffee and handed it to her.

“Yeah...I’m...nervous…” she murmured and took a sip.

Today was definitely a black coffee day. She was glad that she liked coffee when she didn’t sleep well. She credited Luis for that as well. Being raised by a Cuban in Miami pretty much meant you would develop a love for coffee.

She smiled softly into her mug. The smile Bishop had come to recognize as her feeling sentimental.

“I did explain as much as I couldn’t without mentioning what happened to you.” He said, “I am not saying they will accept you right away. I can’t promise that, chiquita, but what I can say is that they said they won’t treat you like you were treated by the Sons.”

“That is still a lot to promise.” Salacia reminded him, “I don’t expect to be one big happy family...I just don’t...I don’t want to be hurt again…”

He nodded and sipped his own coffee as they stood there. He wasn’t going to force her to talk to him. He wasn’t going to force any part of this strange relationship that was slowly developing.

“I’m almost done with the notebook.” Salacia said, “All the notes about the Sons and others I knew that were close to them that I met.”

“Already?” He asked, “You’ve been scribbling non-stop.”

She laughed, blushing embarrassed, “I just...I want to be useful…” she sighed.

He sighed and shook his head, “Salacia I told you that I don’t expect anything from you. That’s why I offered the job in the scrapyard office, it’s helpful but not necessary.” He told her and she nodded a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I wasn’t always like this…” she said softly, “When my mom and Luis were alive...I liked to be helpful...but...when I moved in with my dad...nothing I did was good enough. I couldn’t grieve. I had to immediately accept my new life. Nobody spoke any Spanish either…and looked at me like I was crazy whenever I casually spoke it, even to myself.” She sighed and mumbled, “*Assholes treating me like a freak because I was raised in Little Havana! At least there I was loved.*” she sighed and shook her head as he chuckled.

“You can tell the Spanish you grew up speaking was Cuban, the accent to your words.” Bishop chuckled.

She laughed and nodded. It was nice that he was always doing his best to help her feel more comfortable. She wasn’t used to that.

“Well here, I don’t expect useful but I would like helpful.” He said with a kind smile.

Her smile was soft and grateful as she nodded. They both knew that it would take her a while to get used to not having to be useful all the time. But he would do his best to help her and she would do her best to let him.

—

Salacia was shaking a bit as Bishop pulled up to what she was told was the Mayan clubhouse. She knew what the SAMCRO clubhouse was like. She wondered if this would be the same.

Booze.

Weed.

Women stumbling out of dorm rooms after spending the night with a member.

The feeling of being completely unwelcome. Or perhaps that was just her.

He could tell she was nervous. The fear in her eyes broke his heart. She’d been hurt far too much for someone who was only fifteen.

He set a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades and guided her to the door. She took a deep, shaking breath and let him lead her inside. She gripped her messenger bag tightly. It was one he had bought her while shopping and she was already attached to it.

She had the green notebook in it that she was almost done filling with any personal info he could want that she knew about the Sons. They were the first to arrive which she was thankful for. He led over to the bar and told her she could sit down and work on whatever she brought with her, he knew it was the notebook. They had a meeting before he would introduce her to everyone.

She nodded and he went behind the bar and grabbed her a bottle of water. “Just relax.” He said, “Everything is going to be fine.”

—

Everyone arrived one after the other, passing her a quick glance before entering Templo. She was writing in her notebook, finishing up a few things, taking her time on it as she did her best to just smile politely while still hiding behind her mess of red hair. She was glad that she didn’t have her hair up today. She just wanted to disappear every time someone looked at her.

She had finished her notes long before Templo ended and she just sat there, sketching something in the corner of a page. Distracting herself as best she could.

When whatever they were having a meeting about, she suspected it was about her, ended, she looked up, knowing she probably looked like a kitten caught misbehaving. Wide eyed and nervous. She swallowed thickly. So many eyes on her, her cheeks burned and she didn’t know what to do or say.

Bishop walked over to her and she closed her notebook. He smiled at her, doing his best to encourage her.

“Come on.” He murmured, “It’s alright.”

She could feel the distrust in the room. In the eyes of these men who she was expected to be around nearly every day from now on. It was a tragically familiar feeling. But she did trust Bishop to help her, protect her. More than she ever trusted her birth father to do.

She slid off the barstool and smiled at him before motioning to her notebook, “I finished it, by the way.” She murmured.

He chuckled and thanked her. He led her over to where the men in his club were waiting to meet her. Lounging but watching the entire interaction between their Presidente and the teenager he had rescued.

She took another deep breath as the introductions began. She forced a smile. She was going to make the best of this new path in her life.

—

Two months had passed since Salacia was saved and brought to Santo Padre. She had nearly had an aneurism seeing the state of the Scrapyard office. It wasn’t as bad as she expected but she knew she would have to reorganize it to be able to work easily.

Thankfully that was something she didn’t mind doing. She was very good at organizing things. An extracurricular she often signed up for at school since middle school was to be an office assistant. She didn’t know why but she enjoyed it.

It didn’t take her long to get things together in a way that anyone could figure out. Bishop was openly impressed, the other guys, who were still holding her at arm’s length…beyond arm's length really…seemed impressed at how easily she was able to handle the office work.

They didn’t talk to her much, if at all. She could feel them watching her though. Could hear them muttering to each other in Spanish. Not realizing she could understand every word they said. Every word that questioned why she was there. Why he had brought her there.

Still she never said anything. She kept quiet. She kept the peace.

But sometimes silence won’t earn you peace. And things come to a head.

She was sketching in a notebook like she often did. She didn’t feel like she could draw at all really. She just really liked doodling. It helped ease her nerves and helped her to absorb what she was reading. Bishop had insisted she start studying for her GED. So that’s what she did everyday at lunch. Inside the air conditioned clubhouse. Sitting at the bar on that same stool from the first day she had been brought there. She ate whatever she had packed herself and then studied for half an hour to forty five minutes.

All Bishops insistence once more.

She did her best to ignore the comments. The questions. But there were days when it was harder. When they were bolder than usual. The days when Bishop wasn’t in the clubhouse at the same time.

While she had grown to truly trust the man who had saved her his club hadn’t extended her that same courtesy. They weren’t as vile with their observations of her as the Sons had been, but they also weren’t exactly kind.

Today a few guys were perched at the bar as well, a few feet away from her, muttering loud enough for her to hear about why she came in here every day.

The question of why Bishop brought her along was asked and she looked up, setting her pencil down. She was tired of being talked about. She looked at the three men, until they noticed.

“Maybe I’m here because he wants me to be. I don’t know why he decided to take pity on my ass but he did. You want to know anything about why, ask me or him directly.” She answered their questions silencing everyone in the room, her tone was level, tired, but her eyes gave away her hurt and frustration.

“You understand Spanish?” One man, she believed his name was Coco, asked.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, she had a keychain with the Cuban flag on it, she had mentioned some of her childhood in passing before to Bishop they had to have overheard. She opened her eyes and decided to just...be honest.

“Of fucking course I do. *I was raised by a Cuban step-father in Miami. In Little Havana. My entire life until I was forced to move in with my biological father here in California I lived in a bilingual household. I grew up learning Spanish at the same time as I was learning English.* Fucking hell.” She rubbed her temples and looked back down at her notebook, “I was treated as a fucking outcast the second I showed up on my bio-dad’s doorstep because of it.”

Her hands were shaking. She missed Miami. She missed her home. She missed her mom and Luis. She missed...not being hated. Tears stung her eyes.

“I fucking knew this would happen again…” she muttered to herself.

She got up from her seat and walked out to the front porch. Not wanting to cry in front of anyone. She needed air.

Sometimes she didn’t feel like a fifteen year old making the best of a bad situation. She felt like that devastated thirteen year old at the hospital learning that her entire life was about to change. That sad eight year old at her abuela’s funeral. And sometimes that five year old terrified of the monster under her bed needing the comfort of the only father she had ever known.

That’s what she felt like now.

She wanted to go home.

But she didn’t have one anymore.

She didn’t know if she would ever have one again.

The tears finally began to fall. And she stood there leaning against the railing. Making no noise as she let herself cry.

Once her tears dried up she stayed where she was looking out at nothing in particular. Needing to collect herself before she would even think about re-entering the clubhouse.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over and saw it was one of the older Mayans, Taza, standing beside her.

“I’m sorry.” He said, “We all are, we didn’t...we weren’t told much of anything…” he admitted.

“It’s not your fault...I’m used to this shit by now…” she looked away not wanting to believe anyone was offering her any kind of kindness or understanding.

She didn’t trust anyone other than the man who had saved her anymore.

“I lost everything…” she said, “My parents...my home...my whole fucking life…*then I’m shipped off to a man who never wanted me...whose wife didn’t know I existed...whose entire club hated me on principle…* I...I didn’t ask for any of this...I just...I’m fifteen...I’m just fucking fifteen and I don’t know what I’m fucking doing...I just want to belong some place again…”

The man beside her listened and frowned realizing just how broken she was. He knew the others were listening inside. None of them understood until now. There was a level of guilt at not trying to understand. Bishop wouldn’t have brought her for no reason. He had to believe that she would be better off with him than back with her biological father. And definitely better than being on the streets.

“How old were you when they died?” Taza asked delicately.

“Thirteen. A drunk driver. They’d been on a date. It was my first night staying home by myself. I was so proud they trusted me. And they never came home.” She shook her head, “You know...when I got to that bastards house they took my phone...with all of the numbers and info on my step-father’s family...MY family...on it...he took my ability to contact them...isolated me from the only people who cared...I hope he burns in Hell one day…”

She was hurt and angry at the man who she hated that she shared half her DNA with. Her father, the man who raised her, was gone, and her glorified sperm donor did not deserve her understanding or her forgiveness.

“Jesus Christ.” Taza cursed.

He didn’t know how to respond to this. He hadn’t been prepared for this level of trauma to exist in the fifteen year old girl staring off into the distance. He stood with her as she wrestled with whatever was going on in her mind.

Taza saw what Bishop did in that moment. A lost kid. A girl in mourning. Desperate for a family. Abandoned by her only remaining blood relative from the second they met.

The Sons had failed her.

He would be sure the Mayans didn’t.

“Come back inside.” He said, “I think we all need to start over...we fucked up...we didn’t know any of that...you don’t have to trust any of us...but we’ll prove that you can.”

He may be speaking for everyone without consulting them. But he had a feeling they would agree with him. She needed a family.

And they would give her one.

[illarian-rambling]

⚫️ for the OC ask game, for any character you’d like? Preferably one whose answer is a little morally ambiguous if you have any :)

⚫️ Black- When was a moment in your OC's life that they felt the most in control and secure? Was it gained through negative or positive means?

Morally ambiguous, huh? Well, I guess I get the chance to talk about that time Twenari almost became the BBEG of Honor's Outcasts >:)

(This will have spoilers, but I'll keep it vague)

So, at the end of book one, the quartet was in the Araunian desert reeling from an assassination attempt gone wrong. Izjik had just called on the power of End to kill their target and directly afterwards, she and Twenari had the clever idea of using Twenari’s magic to create body doubles of them in order to fake their own deaths and avoid the heat from the assassination. Pretty smart, except for the fact that by the time they left these perfect copies of their dead bodies there, Sepo and Djek had gotten worried and snuck back in to see if the ladies needed back up. I think you can see where this is going...

Suffice to say, Sepo took the sight of Izjik and Twenari dead on the ground very poorly and let his divine voice off its leash in one massive scream. This set quite the fire, but also nearly killed him because sirens really aren't supposed to channel the Voice without words to shape it. Djek dragged him out of the inferno and it was now that Izjik and Twenari returned after seeing the blaze in the distance. Everyone was very happy to see that they were all alive... except they weren't. By this time, Sepo had drowned on his own blood, and his heart had stopped.

Izjik went all but catatonic at this point. Djek directed Twenari to use her telekinesis to restart Sepo’s heart like a more exact form of CPR, but she just didn't have enough magical energy left.

However, there's this thing about the Araunian desert. People say it's 'poisonous', but in truth, it's home to a massive pool of rotting magic. More magical waste than ten thousand mages could produce in a lifetime. Enough to burn the world and everyone on it to cinders if properly channeled. Enough to make a new god or tear down an old one.

With no other option and despite the fact that the resulting sorcerer’s poison could easily kill her too, Twenari drew on this power and willed Sepo back to life. It was so easy. She wielded the power of a god, and when it came time to let it to, she couldn't.

For context, Twenari had escaped her mother’s clutches mere months ago. She was still being actively hunted by the woman. With that power in her hands, Twenari realized she could make it so no such injustices ever happened to people like her and her friends ever again. She realized that she could make it so people like Undeta were never born, she could make it so tyrants like the Silver Sovereign would never rise to power. She could make the world a utopia in the palm of her hand. She just needed to prune away the bad stuff first.

It was only when the pool of runoff magic started talking to her that Twenari realized what a slippery slope she was on. That if she instated herself as the mage-goddess of the world, then she'd be no better than Undeta, treating people like pawns and deciding who could live or die on a whim. She gave up the magic of Araun quickly before she could go back on her decision and passed out before she could reach out again.

Twenari doesn't really like to talk about this experience with her friends. She thinks being so tempted by it makes her like her mother deep down. And even if it frightens her, that moment will always be the only one where she felt truly in control of her life and destiny.

I think there's another universe out there where she didn't let go and Illaros is ruled by an immortal, omnipotent sorcerer-goddess who can see into everyone's mind, ready to strike them down for any evil thought, while the soul of whatever the Araunian runoff pool really is whispers in her ear. But it's not this universe, thankfully.

Thanks for the ask! This was a fun one - I always like talking about how Twenari balances massive amounts of power with morality :)

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND THREE - MATCH 5

DANZYMYR MAENELD vs TAMARA

DANZYMYR MAENELD: @mitsubinyuri

TAMARA: @wokeuptraveledstraightintothesun

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propaganda Content Warnings: Parental death for DANZYMYR, abandonment, experimenting and cult mentions for TAMARA.

DANZYMYR MAENELD:

PROPAGANDA: Danzymyr is a male Drow so already not off to a great start. His mother was like... standard evil drow matriarch. Because he was of high status he was treated a little better than other Drow males but still pretty damn terribly. His house, House Maeneld, was on the way out in terms of power and influence and due to the constant jockeying for status in Drow society his mom was intent to use him as a tool to further the house, as with all of his other siblings.

He went to school in Menzoberranzan to be a warrior, and while he was there, he met another student who he ended up becoming close with. This other student was a member of a much more influential house, and long story short his mother found out and wanted to use his closeness to this guy to infiltrate the house and do a whole lot of murder. He was kind of like okay! Sure!

But he lost his nerve right before reaching the place. He escaped to the surface instead, where shit was awful for him. The Drow's sunlight sensitivity made it so that he was in constant pain and most people didn't look too favorably upon him. Eventually, he took up a career as a monster hunter, gaining more and more begrudging respect until he eventually became an adventurer, and later, hero. All the while he's still traumatized from how he was raised and is deathly terrified of spiders.

Eventually he decides he needs to go back to confront his past, so he does. He returns to the house where he was raised and finds out that the guy he was "very good friends" with died anyway (due to his mother's intervention). He ends up killing his mother and actively enjoys it and that causes a big sense of shame.

Then he's sent to a magic prison where they get their minds probed by an aasimar for abstract visions of their psyche given in the form of song where he'll be judged innocent or guilty. He falls in love with a druid who has a crazy savior complex and is enforcing terrible restrictions on the other prisoners, and he's like "wait he's not that bad!" They make each other worse lol.

THEME SONG:

TAMARA:

PROPAGANDA: let’s see, lost her family at 7 years old (none of them died there was just a house fire where she was put inside an iron stove to “protect” her by her father (her father doesn’t like her can you tell) and they left her there (the rest of her family thought she’d left already)), (un)fortunately picked up by a guy who took her to a very ethical lab where she was healed! And then forced through many painful experiments. Also she was the executioner for a Lot of people later in the lab time and she’s not even 16 yet. So she escapes at age 16 and spends a year with her girlfriend just existing and processing (poorly) what she had to live through and trying to acclimate to life outside of The Lab. Then her girlfriend (who is a cyborg fun fact) got a virus and so she had to be decommissioned which was not a good time for Tamara.

Other physical details: One of the experiments was a test in how high someone’s empathy can get and. Tamara’s the highest Kyne (the one guy who loves experimenting on her) got. So she’s having a Time. She has lost sensation in her extremities, her bones are weak as Fuck due to being part bird (because of very little bone marrow and airy bones), and she just always looks soggy regardless. Also she’s trans

So she just can Not catch a break and she unfortunately gets exploited by her need for parental love and general guidance in her life and joins a cult :( Like can you see the fact that she just cannot stop being kicked while she is down. (I love her to bits and she is my favorite oc I promise)

THEME SONG:

[mumintr0llet]

Adam/Tony-Vibes ✨💔

Since I said that I would share mine if you shared yours. And when I’m saying you, I’m talking about you @edens-trinkets, because lately it feels like I’ve only used my Tumblr to openly talk about a movie only you and I seem to care about, hehe 😅

First of all; In my head I’ve got three kinds of Tony: Tony-1 has and will never experience Adam falling in love with him in return. Tony-2 is Adam’s ex. Tony-3 has started to, or is dating Adam. 

Phantom and Organs: Tony-1: depressed and lonely and buries himself in work to not feel.

The One Who Loves You Now: Adam when he slowly has realised he actually loves Tony, but maybe Tony’s in a relationship now(?) or he's just given up on love, either way, now it’s Adam’s time wait and to prove that he’s worthy of Tony’s love. 

Igloo: Tony-2

Anyone: Tony-1 or 2. Or Adam when he returns to London and he thinks and realises Tony's actually the only he's actually loved.

To Live a Life: Adam, and I’ve already based a whole fic on this song (+ a chapared follow up story that’s coming hehe) 

Our Last Summer: Young and naive Adam/Tony. So bittersweet because we know what’s coming! Or the bittersweet nostalgic feeling both of them get every time they think about their last happy summer in Paris together. 

This Happiness: Tony-1; all he ever wants is to see Adam happy, but it’s hell to see him happy with someone who isn’t him. Or Adam, because I read in the youtube comments someone who said that this song in their ears was about a drug addiction. About the false happiness drugs can give you. You crave it because it’s happiness, but it comes from a dirty place and turns into ‘hell on earth’. 

Bartender and We Are Young: Tony-2, ‘Lets just keep drinking and forget everything that’s not now, and let's spend one last night together?’ How many times hasn’t Tony told himself to not let Adam treat him like that? And how many times hasn’t Adam told himself to stop using Tony like that, but they keep ending up together, time after time. 

Waste of Time: Tony-2 

(Too Young and Always You: I wasn’t a directioner, but I like Louis Tomlinson now and I have to admit that I’ve read a few Larry Stylinson-fics… I have to say that really don’t want the conspiracy to be more than just conspiracy for their sake, it hurts too much to even believe it could be true, but it is easy to think ‘it kind of sound like they could be about Harry…💔', but it also feels very young Adam/Tony, and how, when they meet again, both feel ‘It was always you!’)

Please Please Please: Tony-3, happy, but so, so nervous! And this song is here because of you, because you’re so right, it’s very Tony-coded!

Love Love Love: They’ve both got a taste of each other, but they know they will never be able to be together. And those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across a room filled with people that are less important than you. 

Use Me: I think this is all three kinds of Tony. They’re young and Tony’s in some sort of relationship (or if it’s a friends-with-benefits-situation) with Adam, that he after a few years will realise was very destructive, he’s too happy for every and all kind of affection and attention from Adam. At the moment it doesn't matter if he's just there to fill the space, living on the hope that one day, Adam will realise that he actually love-loves Tony too.

When We Were Young: Adam when he returns to London and sees that Tony’s got a new life and that he’s moved on (at least that’s what it seems like form the outside), and now he’s moving around in the dining room just as gracefully and swanlike as he did the last time he saw him. Or Tony-2 when he watches Adam cook for Simone and despite everything that's happened he’s still a shining brilliant star, almost better and more determined than he was in Paris. 

And let’s end with some Tony-3:

You’re Still The One: Two grown ups who've resolved and forgiven everything and they want and need each other. 

Can’t Help But Falling In Love, as a wedding entrance: I assume you, just like me, have read all fics tagged with Adam/Tony on ao3, including Only Fools Rush In. Since I read that one, this song has been happy Adam/Tony in my head, and when I stumbled over James Wong’s piano version of this song, I immediately thought, “THIS IS WHAT THEY ARE GETTING MARRIED TO!!!”

True Love: I know that this song fits a lot of ships, but it’s very, very much Tony’s song to Adam! I’ve written a long fix-it that’s currently kind of paused unfinished, but in the last part/scene takes place at the party afterwards and Tony’s confiscated everyone’s phone and has drunk enough to let loose enough to sing True Love together with Kaitlin, while looking straight at Adam. 

(I really love exes to lovers, if that's not been clear before hehe 🙈)

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Massacre Chapter 5

Takano don’t make a creepy face for one panel challenge: Passed!?!

Honestly, the anime did this better cause she also shouted "NIPAAA~" when she did this.

In Cotton Drifting and Eye Opening, Takano talked about the bloody history surrounding Hinamizawa and Oyashiro and her word was given great authority. But now, her words are more pompous and obnoxious. She's trying to tell the priestess of Oyashiro who Oyashiro is while Oyashiro is in the room screaming at her.

Seeing Hanyu's reaction to being called cruel, bloody, and accursed makes me think that Arakawa was far closer to the truth back in Beyond Midnight. He speculated the torture devices were meant as a deterrent to force the villagers to follow their precepts rather than being used for religious ceremony themselves.

Rika mentions that Takano and Tomitake try to break into the Saiguden in every timeline, not just the ones we saw. If that's the case, it would definitely cause Rule Y and Rule Z to be way more tangled to each other. No matter what timeline, the break-in could always be used to explain why the Sonozakis would have Takano and Tomitake killed.

And now we know what the noise Shion heard in Cotton Drifting/Eye Opening was.

We cut to the next scene without any resolution about if Takano and Tomitake believed Rika. It helps align the mood with Rika. She's uncertain at the start of the scene but is far more confident after. And then we cut to Tomitake, Takano, and Irie discussing with each other and assuring that confidence.

Rika asked for a sign for how things will turn out and said it doesn't have to be big. Enter Detective Delicious Ooishi.

But instead of causing problems, he and Keiichi have a friendly chat and play mahjong together.

Ooishi's role in the Three Rules is to always try tying Rule Y and Z together and subsequently trigger Rule X. At this point, Rule X is mostly invalid and if Rule Y doesn't happen, then Ooishi has no purpose in the tragedy either.

I'd argue Ooishi is lightly affected by the same power that's made Rika's friends recall their actions in previous arcs. In Atonement, Ooishi realized how foolish he could get with his obsessive belief that the Sonozakis were behind all the murders. And that obsession very nearly caused the tragedy that would have played out if Keiichi hadn't stopped it.

While he probably still distrusts the Sonozakis, that experience is loosening him up a bit. He's subconsciously realizing his obsessive approach to trying to solve the series of murders is only fueling more tragedies.

At the very least, even if he won't be an asset, he could be treated as a non-threat.

And in response to Rika not knowing if Ooishi's appearance is a good or bad sign, another sign appears.

Again, I think the power of this timeline is affecting more than just Rika's friends. Rika is acting to defy her fate and is doing things that have never been done, and it's causing everyone else to be affected as well.

I'd say Ooishi and Akasaka are being impacted by Rika's attack on Rule Y. Because Rika is working to make Rule Y invalid, it has a knock-on effect that made Akasaka return to Tokyo and stop his wife from dying.

Gotta wander how the kidnapping event changed though.

And while Ooishi's support is questionable, Akasaka made it absolutely clear that he will help Rika.

Despite everything happening, Hanyu doesn't seem to think this will turn out well.

I've been bringing up how Takano and Irie are connected to "Tokyo" for a while and speculating that Tomitake must also be and now we have a proper assurance to both. Yes, the three of them are connected to "Tokyo" and Tomitake is an inspector and liason between Irie clinic and "Tokyo".

He looks so different without his hat.

As the three of them are talking, Irie brings up that "Oyashiro-sama's curse" is actually a disease they've been studying. The disease is called Hinamizawa Syndrome.

So the instances of Keiichi, Rena, and Shion going mad is due to a disease. But I do want to connect some dots here. In Eye Opening and Cotton Drifting, Shion heard Hanyu's stomping in the Saiguden. And in the first chapter of Abducted by Demons, Keiichi said it was a girls' voice saying "I'm sorry". So the sensation of someone following you might actually be them becoming aware of Hanyu's presence.

So if Tomitake heard Hanyu's footstomps as well, that means he has contracted Hinamizawa Syndrome.

While Tomitake had his doubts about Rika's claims, Takano insists on believing her. And she says they'll deploy the Wild Dogs to protect her.

So yeah, everything is coming up Nipaa~. But then the chapter ends by revealing that there's still one possible timeline that hasn't been shut out.

Curse Killing is an arc where the Three Rules didn't matter. The series of murders was a footnote in that timeline and the Three Rules barely applied. No one was investigating Takano and Tomitake's murder. No one was trying to pin the murders on the Sonozakis. No one was instilling paranoia in Rika's friends.

Everything that happened in that arc was because of Teppei.

Teppei is a variable in each timeline, but I'd argue he's actually a force far greater than the Three Rules. And his presence completely supersedes anything the Three Rules might cause.

One last note. I'll put it in this chapter since this is right after it. There's a bonus comic showing that Rika and Hanyu's senses are linked. Hanyu can taste anything Rika tastes and Hanyu has 0 tolerance to spice or alcohol.

I don't think this is going to come up at all in the main story and Hanyu doesn't seem affected by Rika's drinking at all. But in the anime, there's a scene where Rika ate kimchi and chugged alcohol because she got tired of hearing Hanyu's nay-saying and I wish that scene had happened here as well.

NIPA BEAM!!

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Spoiler Discussion

I'm gonna stick with Ooishi and Akasaka being impacted by Rika bringing Tomitake and Takano to the Saiguden. Ideally, this action would break Rule Y, but in reality it's only going to shake it and reveal how Rule Y actually works.

And similarly, Akasaka and Ooishi manage to slip out of their usual roles of tragic victim and instigator, but they're not going to be able to play their proper support roles in this arc because the true enemy is unknown.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Episode 4 How i'm gonna write this

We don't open with porn angel play instead when angel about to show it. Some refused from Charlie vaggie husk and some who is interested alastor niffty sir pentious. Angel get call from Valentino telling him to going back to the studio. Angel tell Charlie he gonna shoot another porn she reminded angel to text if he was done with the filming. Charlie is wondering why did it take a whole one day to shoot a porn. Vaggie who once a sex worker reveal to Charlie porn usually really take long hour even one day to do it. So she think angel is safe just wait for him and be more patience, few days passed angel still hasn't returned. So she inform vaggie she gonna visit the porn studio, she text angel about visiting. Her arrival is welcome nicely, she want to visit and see how it's work. She don't feel uncomfortable with the porn that involved rape val tell her it's just an act. She notice how uncomfortable angel is, she intentionally sabotage the scene. Val ask angel to meet him in other room. Despite val don't actually screaming at him Charlie supernatural power can hear it. Val told angel to keep doing the scene Charlie insisted he can take a break for a few weeks. Val angry toss angel, Charlie had enough angel try to stop her. Charlie use her power to hold angel her hair start becoming more longer she use that to choke val. Val then beg for mercy his body is burning. She look at the camera her eye turning red, Vox suddenly appear Charlie choke him too. Velvette also appear charlie took away all their power and they just become regular sinner. Valentino is now stuck by chain if he hurt anyone sinner or hellborn it Will burn him alive. Same for the others, she let angel go. Angel is angry because he didn't ask for that Charlie told him he Will be more safe without the involvement of val. Angel along the way didn't say a word. Husk noticing how quiet angel is, so he ask him directly. When they go to another bar angel still is quiet

Angel told him what just happen. He was surprise that side of Charlie he didn't see. Husk stated he didn't know what it was like to experience what angel went through. He told angel life is a bitch sometime you have to solve your problem on your own without anyone help. You have to be your own savior you have to be your own parent you have to be your own teacher you have to be your own friend to survive. Husk admit he didn't know if everything gonna be ok but they here in the present. They both are in the rock bottom husk gonna try to listen he didn't have solution but he's willing to listen. Sure they are in way a loser in society eyes but that doesn't mean they deserve less respect or doesn't deserve to be treated with kindness. Angel reclaim that word loser he was a loser in his family, he was a loser in society, true he was a victim a loser then what he deserved to be treated like that? Absolutely fucking not. Society deemed someone who get raped or harassed as loser so what if that person is a loser they don't deserved that treatment at all

Angel dust : Am i loser? Yeah sure loser in family loser in society whatever. Loser like me have feeling too you know you don't have to like a loser but the least you can do is not being an asshole to a loser

Husk : I'm a loser too i'm old and have beer guts. Sure i'm not the strongest or the most brave but loser like me doesn't deserve to be mistreated.

Husk & Angel dust : WE'RE BOTH LOSER

After singing they return to the hotel. Charlie asking if angel was alright he thank Charlie for saving him. Charlie happy angel is safe she hug him gently

Much better

[cinnatwo]

Cheese watched as Maple popped yet another Jaboca berry into her mouth. They were her favorite, and she had somehow gotten a whole pile of them that was quickly disappearing. She probably stole them from a human market.

"You're eating a lot more than usual," Cheese said.

Maple glared at him, which was the only way she ever looked at him. "That's because I'm more hungry than usual, obviously. Don't you have something better to do?" She popped another berry into her mouth, then picked up the rest using psychic and flew away.

Cheese laughed softly once she was gone. That had been a fairly tame response compared to usual. Maybe he was starting to grow on her. Probably not.

"Cheese, get the sleep powder, now!"

Cheese jumped at the sudden intrusion of Limburger in his head. "Golly, you're gonna kill me with a heart attack someday old man."

"Now!"

There was a loud clatter in the living room, followed by a terrible growling noise. Oh boy. Cheese got to his feet with a groan and started towards the supply closet, but then Maple sped past him with the jar of sleep powder in tow. There was a thud of something falling to the floor and the growling stopped. Cheese started floating towards the living room instead.

"What are you guys trying to do, burn the house down? Why'd you teleport that thing in here?"

Cheese froze. Tenmaitwo had recently picked up in Rocket transmissions about a pokemon being experimented on, and they and Limburger went off to rescue it. Cheese wasn't well enough to join, as usual. It was also clear from the way Maple said "thing" exactly what this pokemon was.

Another mewtwo? No way...

Cheese came into the living room to find Maple angrily throwing a myriad of water moves at some flames and an Arcanine asleep on the floor. Cheese relaxed, but also felt strangely disappointed. Not a mewtwo.

Wait...

As Cheese got closer they started noticing more details about the beast. Bipedal, a collar of fur in the shape of a breastplate, ears angled towards the back of the head. He looked up at Limburger, who was slumped on an adequately damp couch in exhaustion.

"Yeah," Limburger said, "Don't worry, she isn't competition for you at all with that personality."

Mr. Fuji ran in "what in arc- oh dear." He stared at the pokemon on the floor.

Tenmaitwo flew towards Mr. Fuji. "I managed to access the facility's computer during the rescue, as always. This was an experiment to try to find a way to complete Maple's fossil DNA using pokemon DNA instead of human's. Obviously it worked."

"No way..." Mr Fuji muttered. "We made thousands of attempts to do that, including with growlithe and Arcanine samples."

"I'm still processing the document explaining how they made the breakthrough. Its ridiculously long. And boring. But the growlithe line genes dont have anything to do with it. Theoretically this could be replicated with any pokemon."

Mr. Fuji sighed. "That is... very bad news. Any particular reason they chose growlithe line genes as opposed to any other?"

"Yes. The second goal was to fix the problem discovered when Cheese rebelled. Arcanine are known for their loyalty. Let's just say she wasn't happy to be taken from her creators."

Cheese's heart sank. A mewtwo bred specifically to be loyal... he wondered if they had treated her as poorly as they had him. Probably not. She looked flawless.

Maple huffed. "A friendly mewtwo is bad enough. This amalgamation is going to kill you all." She flew away.

"You ok Cheese?" Limbergur asked directly to him.

"Yeah," Cheese replied back. "I'll be fine." He noticed Mr Fuji was staring at him like he was considering asking the same thing.

Limbergur switched to addressing everyone. "Maple isn't exactly wrong. The second she wakes up she's going to be mad and ready to return to team rocket."

"Well, we can't let her leave." Mr Fuji rubbed his chin in thought. "Both for her sake and other's. I hate the idea, and it won't make her any happier, but we'll have to confine her."

Tenmaitwo tipped forward, which was their version of a nod. "I'll get started immediately. By the way, I destroyed rocket's copies of all of their research documents and killed the scientists. It will be a while before someone rediscovers the breakthrough again. You're welcome."

"Thank you," Mr. Fuji muttered. Tenmaitwo flew off.

Cheese stared at the sleeping Arcatwo. Would they ever be able to break down her blind loyalty to team rocket, or would she spend her entire life in a cage? He couldn't imagine going through that, which was saying a lot. The only cage he had ever experienced was Rocket Headquarters, which was a pretty big cage. That had been terrible enough. His thoughts turned to the eevee. She may never leave incubation either, let alone wake up. This mewtwo was almost definitely a fire type, which meant if she ever escaped and went on a rampage through the shelter, the eevee would die.

Three mewtwos... when were they going to stop?

Maple sat in the attic with her snacks, hating everything. The new mewtwo should be killed, but she knew Mr. Fuji wouldn't allow that, and she didnt want to be kicked out. "Five mewtwos... when are they going to stop?" She thought bitterly.

[kaesaaurelia]

god forbid demons do anything

For @whumptober day 23, using the prompts "Who's there?" and the song prompt ("Demons" by Hayley Kiyoko).

Continued from Day 5, wherein Aziraphale returns to Earth, hoping some allies he’s contacted will be able to help him, has a big fight with some archangels, and is horribly injured leaping in front of Crowley, who wasn’t supposed to be there, Day 8, wherein one of Aziraphale’s angelic allies (and an old enemy of Crowley’s) rushes in to distract the Metatron while Crowley scrambles to save a horribly wounded Aziraphale, and the three of them manage to get away from the archangels in the Bentley, Day 15, wherein Aziraphale reveals that he’s stolen the Book of Life, and Crowley reveals that one of Aziraphale’s wounds means he’s probably going to Fall, and Day 16, wherein Crowley sort of kind of makes peace with a former demonic coworker, then treats Aziraphale's wounds a bit more, and the two of them hash out their differences and finally get to just enjoy each other's company knowing they might not have much time together.

Crowley awoke to an urgent knocking at the bedroom door. It had better not be fucking Nisroc, he decided. He made himself clean and dressed with a snap of the fingers, tucked Aziraphale in, and opened the door just far enough to look out with one eye.

It was Muriel. "What," he said, hoping his flat tone would convey to them that he was not very happy to be bothered.

"It's the other angels," said Muriel. "They're having an argument, and I thought..."

"Good," said Crowley. "More angels should have more arguments."

"It's about the Archangel Michael," said Muriel. "It's getting very heated. They wanted to know what Aziraphale thought about it, and --"

"Aziraphale doesn't think anything about it, because he is resting," said Crowley firmly. "He's been very badly hurt, and --"

Muriel nodded urgently. "That's what I said! Only Michael's here and I thought -- well, everybody seems to think Aziraphale's in charge, and they can't agree on what to do with her, and I thought -- I don't know. I thought I'd ask."

Crowley blinked. "Michael's here?" He grabbed his sunglasses from out of the air and put them on. "Let's not bother Aziraphale if we can help it," he said, "but this is going to be messy."

He hurried out, quietly but firmly shutting the door behind him.

"She's in the back room of the bookshop," said Muriel, "they've got her tied up."

"The Archangel Michael," said Crowley. "They've got her tied up?"

"Is -- is that what's happening to Aziraphale?" Muriel asked, shakily. "What's happening to her?"

"Well, not that it's really any of your business, but no, he's not tied up."

Muriel looked startled. "What? No! I meant, is he Falling?"

Crowley stopped. "Who told you that?" he demanded.

"I don't know, people were worried about him, and, and one of the Huldufólk -- you know, that Icelandic lot -- made a joke about it, and then the one that's in charge, that American --"

"The one that's in charge?" Crowley asked. "I thought everybody thought Aziraphale was in charge."

"Well, yes, but he isn't downstairs," said Muriel, "and he's not the one criticizing how I've organized the books even though they weren't organized for her and she's been saying very rude things about Jim, and also, she started organizing things into fiction and nonfiction as if that's a meaningful difference when humans think dinosaurs are --"

"Ah," said Crowley. "You mean Vehuel." A week or so after Aziraphale had left, she had come over ostensibly to cheer Crowley up, and had instead helped him stress-organize his music collection while criticizing said music collection. (She maintained that the Earthly sort of soul music was better than the Hellish sort, and that if you wanted to listen to the torments of damned souls, there were any number of human musical genres that could provide that experience. Crowley pointed out that she did not have the senses to properly appreciate the torments of damned souls, and perhaps her feelings were a case of sour grapes, an allegation to which she had never really responded.) "She didn't spill the beans, did she?"

"What? No. There weren't any beans," said Muriel. "Why would there be beans?"

"Never mind the beans," said Crowley, "what did she say?"

"Well, she told them to be respectful, which I suppose is fair, but general consensus seems to be that she would've just said he wasn't Falling if he wasn't Falling," said Muriel, "so. Is he Falling?"

"Don't tell anyone," said Crowley.

Muriel winced. "Is he -- does he look like Michael?"

"What? No, he looks like Aziraphale," said Crowley. "Why would he look like Michael?"

"I think you'd better come downstairs," said Muriel.

As Crowley followed them down the stairs, their words did another lap around his brain and he groaned to himself, realizing what they'd meant. "Does Michael look... er...."

"Bad?" Muriel asked.

"Bad," agreed Crowley.

"Well," said Muriel. They considered this. "I think a lot of humans might -- that is -- but it's not fair to -- well." They frowned, and Crowley was about to assume that they were just too nice to say, yes, she looks bad, when they said, "How do you feel about insects?"

"Ah," said Crowley, steeling himself for David Cronenberg's Greatest Hits. He had the sudden urge to go back upstairs and have a look at Aziraphale. He didn't actually know if Satan had one specific animal aspect or if he just got to pick whatever he liked; goats were a whole thing with him, but so were dragons. And there was no telling how that would carry over to Aziraphale at all.

If Aziraphale was going to be Assigned Bug At Fall From Grace, Crowley was reasonably sure he'd still be fussy and adorable (he had a sudden mental image of a bee in a waistcoat) but he was worried about how Aziraphale would feel about it. And aesthetics weren't the only issue. "Is she... uncomfortable?"

"Er." Muriel paused to consider this as they reached the foot of the stairs. "I don't know? It looks uncomfortable."

Crowley swallowed. He wanted to go back upstairs to Aziraphale, but he knew that Aziraphale would care about these other people, and so he supposed that the best way to give Aziraphale the sort of rest he deserved would be to handle this in Aziraphale's place.

He approached the small clot of angels at the back of the bookshop. They were all whispering furiously at each other, presumably to keep Michael from hearing them through the storage room door, even though at least three people had miracled it soundproof. There were less of them there than he'd expected. "Where's the rest of you?" he asked, not feeling obligated to hiss along with them. He did enough of that on his own time.

"Out on patrol," said Vehuel. "Actually, you -- you can help!" Oh no, Crowley thought. "You were there during the fight, weren't you? Did you get the impression she was in trouble with Heaven?"

"Not at first, but she got her face sliced open with her own sword, and then the Metatron kicked her and told Uriel and the others to deal with her," said Crowley. "Which in my experience doesn't usually mean offering her a generous severance package? It definitely doesn't mean healing her up."

"Told you," said Vehuel to the other angels, who immediately began voicing objections. "Look, why don't we hold her until we can let the others know? There's too many people out on patrol now for me to feel comfortable making decisions for everyone."

"You told us what she had planned," said an angel Crowley didn't know. "You said she was --"

"Barah, come on, I told you for full transparency," said Vehuel, "not because I'm gonna take her up on the offer."

"Honestly I say we let her loose," said Nisroc.

"Easy for you to say," said another angel. "She always liked you. I don't think she should leave this place alive."

"That bitch kicked me out of Heaven for getting pregnant!" said Nisroc, incredulously. "I'm saying, let Heaven hunt her down. I'll make popcorn, I could set up a shaky cam surveillance miracle, it'd be great."

"We're not killing anyone. Or letting anyone hunt her down," said Vehuel. "Or making a fucking horror movie, Nisroc, holy shit. How would we kill her, anyway?" she asked the other angel.

They pointed to Crowley, who felt rather put on the spot. "He could make hellfire, couldn't he?"

"I'm not making a fire in this bookshop," said Crowley. He hated that he could practically feel Vehuel's approval of this statement, so he added. "You could wait 'til she's all the way fallen and use holy water, though. Or use her spear against her. Oh, actually, it was your spear, wasn't it?" he asked Vehuel, and she bristled. "Damn thing slices through anything."

"We're not killing the Archangel Michael tonight," she snapped, "without any kind of -- of due process, or --"

"Look, how do we know you won't sell us out?" Barah asked. "How do we know you haven't already? You're the one who found her snooping around outside, aren't you?"

"Why would I tell you about the plan to sell you out if I was gonna sell you out?" Vehuel asked incredulously. "If I was teaming up with her to sell you out, why would I bring her in here and let everyone know?"

"But didn't you sell out Lucifer's forces to Michael?" said another angel. "How do we know you won't do it again?"

"Because I'm sick of her shit just like the rest of you?" said Vehuel. "I just don't want to go killing anyone over it."

Barah did not seem to appreciate this stance. "This is news to me. Didn't I hear about you melting a demon a couple hundred years back?"

"Oh, that was me!" said Nisroc, cheerfully. "I got better!"

"A pity," said Barah. He turned to Vehuel. "And after all they put you through, you let them live?"

"It wasn't like that," said Vehuel, "I just --"

"So you lied to Heaven also?" said the angel who'd suggested Crowley make hellfire. "It seems like you lie a lot. Who put you in charge of us, anyway?"

"I never said I was in charge, I just... had a notebook and people were listening to me," said Vehuel.

"Guys, I think the best solution here, hands down, is the shaky cam and the popcorn," said Nisroc. "The angels here keep their hands clean, Michael pays for all the shit she's done, Heaven has to figure out how to explain to their loyalists what happened to Michael, and I get popcorn. Everyone's happy."

"You're a demon," said the accusatory angel, "so you don't actually belong in this conversation."

"Wow," said Nisroc. "Literally, what have I ever done to you, Tzadiqel? I'm just trying to live on this planet like everyone el--"

"You were menacing my humans in your horrible hut on chicken feet for centuries!" said Tzadiqel.

"Wow, yeah, how dare I try to add a little bit of whimsy to my evil architecture," said Nisroc. "How dare I help the humans keep a sense of wonder about the unknown alive in their hearts while I offer valuable mentoring experiences to unmarried girls for --"

"Nisroc," said Vehuel, warningly.

"I'm just saying, I was morally ambiguous at worst," said Nisroc. "Anyway you were fine with him," she said, nodding at Crowley, "and he did the whole Fall of Man thing, but I'm so different because I --"

"People died!" said Tzadiqel. "Barah, weren't you telling me they did the same thing where you were?"

"There was no hut with chicken feet," said Barah, "but I seem to remember a lot of hiding in forests and eating travelers, which I for one did not appreciate."

"Oh come on, like half those encounters ended up with me being ripped in half or some shit," said Nisroc. "Your heroes are way the fuck overpowered."

"Maybe you shouldn't have been eating them, then," said Barah.

"Okay, both of you, stop this right now," said Vehuel, "this isn't helping anything and --"

"Oh, stop acting like you're in charge," snapped Tzadiqel.

"Actually, none of you is in charge," said Muriel, who Crowley had completely forgot was here. They pushed into the middle of the group and glared ferociously around at all of them. "This isn't even your bookshop." They looked expectantly at Crowley, and his heart sank as the rest of the group looked at him as well, with varying degrees of expectancy.

"Aziraphale needs ressst," Crowley said, desperately. On the other hand, this was as good an excuse as any to go back up and check on him for any... bug-transformation-related concerns. And he really didn't want everybody at each other's throats when Aziraphale was feeling well enough to actually deal with... whatever nonsense he'd started. "Fine, fine, I'll sssee if he's up to coming down," he said.