#meanwhile... i go back to hibernating

[pi-creates]

Hey, Pi. Not sure if you're still active, but I am modding my copy of TWDG: Definitive and have been following your model swap tutorials for season 4. I was wondering if you knew how to make multiple model swap mods run together without any conflicts? My goal is to have four running at once (Player/Clem controlling Minnie, Minnie replaced by Clem/AJ as Tenn, Tenn as AJ) for a modded playthrough. For Minnie swapped by Clem, I wanted Clem to use her ranch outfit instead of default. Thanks.

I'm still here, but I'm in like a constant state of hibernation unless prodded.

To answer your question - you can theoretically do as many model swaps as you want in your game so long as you know what you're doing and have the right amount of "parts" to overwrite with. There will always be fiddly moments where things may look off, but complete breaking shouldn't happen all that often.

With that said... swapping out AJ makes certain scenes be unplayable - I don't think it matters who the character you replace him with is, it moves the interaction points in a few scenes and makes them impossible to select.

Off the top of my head, in episode one during the car crash sequence, you need to get a knife from AJ's hand via clicking on one of those interaction circles - changing AJ to another character moves that circle outside of your vision and thus causes you to fail the sequence. And in episode 2, the scene where you need to remove bullet fragments has the same problem - you can't interact with what you need to and therefore you can't progress.

The only way to get passed those moments (as far as I know) is to remove the modded content, play to the next checkpoint, then exit out of the game and put the modded content back in.

If it helps at all, this is kinda how I would go about things...

Get your files for the character parts you need: - Minerva's files: episode 3 or 4 archives [make sure to save the textures as well] - McCarroll Clementine's files: episode 4 archives [note that she uses the "sk62_clementine402.skl", but her meshes and textures use the word "Mccarroll" with both the 400 and 402 number] - AJ's files: any episode archive depending on the outfit - Tenn's files: any episode archive [note that his name in the files is "tennyson"]

Try swapping in one character at a time: - KEEP ALL THOSE UNALTERED FILES SEPARATED FROM THE FILES YOU'RE RENAMING - Just trust me, it gets real confusing if you lose track of what has been renamed and what hasn't - especially when you are doing a swap that directly "flips" characters - Make a new folder and name it clearly something like "Minnie replacing Clementine" - copy your Minerva files here and rename them to overwrite Clem's files - Replacing Clementine with Minerva for all episodes requires you to overwrite the the "sk62_clementine400" files for episode 1, then the "sk62_clementine402" files for episode 2 and onwards. Episode 4 has many iterations of Clem's mesh for her lower body - it's a pain to make files for all of them, but just replace all those files with Minerva's lower body.

Check that the character appears correctly: - Go into the game directly and play for a moment to check that the swap has worked appropriately - You can see in the episode select screen if Clementine and AJ have been replaced, or you can also check the character viewer, but they aren't always accurate to how the character appears in the game - If you see the character models appear spindly like their limbs are very warped, this is probably a "skl" file issue... double check that you've used the proper skl to match with the meshes you're using in your replacement. - Invisible parts can be because textures from later episodes haven't been copied over [unaltered - you shouldn't need to rename any textures for this swap to be what you want]

Move on to the next character: - Doing it character by character will make it easier - But still, put things in their own folders with clear names - In the end, you should be able to take all of your "renamed" files, stick them in one folder, and be able to make a mod file out of it

[lowstakesvampires]

a couple years in the future, but not many...

colour key: blue = english spoken red = norwegian/norse spoken black text = language being masked by english so you can still read. see the borders for actual language. purple borders = norwegian/norse accented english (it's blue tinted by red) orange borders = whatever bat's accent is. while speaking norwegian (it's red tinted by yellow)

i am very normal about languages <3

[holyblonded]

return of media day | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader

summary: you are about to drop your first signature cleats with nike and they decide to do a joint shoot with alexia

warnings: rfef mentioned 😐

notes: this was extremely cute y’all. it’s a bit short but i couldn’t think of anything else to add. tell me what else yall want to see with this series!!

You were already half-asleep in the car on the way to the shoot, having just landed back in Spain after international break. Nike hadn’t given you too many details about today, just that it was important and you had to be there.

So naturally, you showed up in a hoodie, sweatpants, and slides, looking like you had just crawled out of hibernation. You walked onto set, rubbing your eyes, only to freeze in place.

“There’s no way,” you muttered, blinking rapidly.

You turned away, rubbed your eyes again, then looked back to confirm you weren’t hallucinating.

“ALE!”

Alexia barely had time to react before you full-speed sprinted at her and jumped, forcing her to catch you mid-air. Alexia let out a surprised grunt as you crashed into her, legs wrapping around her waist like some kind of overly excited koala.

Her first instinct was to scold you, but an involuntary smile spread across her face as she held you. “You’re so dramatic.” She huffed, adjusting her grip to keep you from sliding to the floor. “You do realize I’m not a crash pad, right?”

You ignored her, squeezing tighter. “I knew I wasn’t hallucinating.”

“You thought you were hallucinating?” Alexia chuckled, finally setting you down.

“I’ve been awake since five a.m., Ale. I didn’t even know where I was going today. Nike just shoved me into a car and told me to smile.” You pulled back slightly, holding her shoulders as if to make sure she was actually real. “And then I see you? My brain short-circuited.”

Alexia smirked. “Understandable. Seeing me is a life-changing experience.”

You lightly smacked her arm. “Don’t make me regret missing you.”

By now, everyone on set had stopped what they were doing, watching your reunion with varying degrees of amusement. A cameraman filming the behind-the-scenes content caught the whole thing, likely already thinking about how to turn it into a dramatic slow-motion edit.

“Wait—” Alexia suddenly furrowed her brows, looking around the studio. “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” you repeated, blinking. “Why are you here?”

Alexia gave you a deadpan look. “I work with Nike.”

“Well, so do I,” you shot back, placing your hands on your hips.

A pause. Then, ever so slowly, the realization dawned on both of you.

“Oh my god,” Alexia exhaled, eyes widening.

“No way,” you whispered dramatically.

“You’re the shoot?” Alexia asked, pointing at you.

“And you’re part of it?” you gasped, pointing right back.

“Did neither of you read your emails?” one of the Nike reps finally interjected, rubbing their temples.

You and Alexia turned to them, completely unapologetic.

“Absolutely not,” you said in unison.

Alexia shook her head with a fond smile, draping an arm over your shoulders. “Well, I guess this just got a lot more interesting.”

You grinned. “And a lot more chaotic.”

The Nike rep sighed, muttering something about “athletes and their aversion to reading”, before motioning for the crew to resume setting up.

Meanwhile, you leaned into Alexia, still grinning like an idiot. “Hey, Ale?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you miss me?”

Alexia rolled her eyes, pulling you closer. “Unfortunately.”

The interview started off smooth. Professional. Standard media day questions.

The crew had set up the cameras, the lights were bright, and the atmosphere was lighthearted. You and Alexia sat side by side, answering questions about the new cleats, the upcoming season, and your goals.

Then, someone asked, “How would you describe each other’s playing styles?”

Alexia hummed, tilting her head thoughtfully. You turned to look at her, fully expecting a compliment, maybe even some poetic analysis of your skills.

Instead, she casually dropped, “Estrella is… chaotic.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

“But effective,” she added, holding up her hands like that softened the blow. “You never know what she’s going to do next. It’s terrifying.”

You scoffed. “Wow. That’s crazy. You know, I was gonna be nice, but now?” You turned to the camera, shaking your head in mock disappointment. “Alexia is a control freak.”

Alexia gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest like you had personally insulted her entire family. “I am not a control freak.”

“Oh, you so are.”

“I just like order,” she defended, crossing her arms.

“You demand order,” you corrected, smirking. “Everything has to go exactly how you see it in your mind, and if someone does something unpredictable, you short-circuit for a second before trying to control the chaos.”

Alexia opened her mouth, then closed it, then sighed. “Okay, maybe. But that’s a good thing.”

You snorted. “Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, Capitana.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes playfully before turning back to the camera. “Well, since we’re being honest, I stand by what I said, chaotic, unpredictable, borderline reckless—”

“Hey!”

“—but effective,” she repeated, laughing.

You turned to the interviewer, pointing at Alexia. “This is why she stresses me out.”

Alexia raised an eyebrow. “You stress me out.”

The media crew was loving it. The interviewer barely held in their laughter.

“Alright, so if you had to pick one word to describe each other’s playing style?” they prompted.

Alexia didn’t even hesitate. “Unhinged.”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “That is so rude!”

“You’ve literally nutmegged someone while tying your shoe,” Alexia shot back. “I rest my case.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Fine. If I’m unhinged, then you’re bossy.”

Alexia smirked. “I am your captain, you know.”

“And I am your problem,” you teased back.

The media crew burst out laughing as Alexia groaned, throwing her head back.

“You are a menace.”

“And you love me.”

Alexia sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Unfortunately.”

The interview wrapped up, but the banter continued as you walked off set.

“Chaotic?” you muttered. “That’s crazy. I bring excitement.”

“You bring stress,” Alexia corrected.

“Same thing.”

“Absolutely not.”

You smirked. “Admit it, though. You love playing with me.”

Alexia gave you a side glance, shaking her head. “I tolerate it.”

You grinned, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “I’ll take it.”

Everything was going smoothly—well, as smoothly as anything involving you ever could—until it was time to officially start the photoshoot for your signature cleats.

You stood in the center of the set, cleats laced up, lights shining, the Nike crew prepped and ready to go. Just as they were about to start, you clapped your hands together.

“Wait, hold on,” you said, making everyone pause. “Before we do this, we need to discuss the name of my cleats.”

Alexia, sitting off to the side watching, sighed deeply, already sensing disaster.

The Nike reps exchanged nervous glances.

“Alright, so,” you began confidently, “I was thinking we call them The Menace Ones.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

“No,” Alexia said immediately.

“Okay, okay,” you continued, undeterred. “The Chaos Touch?”

“No.”

“The Ankle Breakers?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Nutmeg 3000?”

“Please stop talking,” Alexia groaned.

You turned to the Nike crew, hoping for support, but they all seemed too afraid to challenge Alexia’s authority.

“Fine, fine,” you huffed dramatically. “I’ll be normal about it.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced.

For the next twenty minutes, you behaved. You posed, dribbled, and shot dramatic looks at the camera like a professional. Everything was going perfectly.

Then came the first break and you disappeared.

Five minutes later, you returned, dressed head to toe in an Adidas tracksuit. The entire room fell into stunned silence.

Alexia’s eyes widened in pure disbelief as she stared at you. “No.”

“What?” you said innocently, adjusting the collar of the jacket. “We’re on break.”

“TAKE THAT OFF,” Alexia demanded, already storming toward you.

“I just thought I’d switch things up—”

Before you could finish, she grabbed your arm and started dragging you toward the changing room.

“You are going to get us both killed,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

“You have to admit it’s a little funny,” you said, barely suppressing your grin.

Alexia shot you a glare. “You are lucky Nike likes you.”

“And you are lucky I love you enough to go change.”

Alexia sighed heavily, releasing you with one final warning look. “If you come out in Puma next, I’m leaving.”

The camera zooms in on your cleats as you spin them in your hands, running your fingers over the details. The black leather shimmers slightly under the studio lights, gold speckles running along the sides like stars scattered across the night sky. The laces are a deep navy, and the sole glows with a metallic silver finish. A rich purple fades into the black near the heel, blending seamlessly like the sky at dusk.

You smile softly, tilting the shoe toward the camera.

“These are the Estrella 001s—my first signature boots with Nike,” you say, voice filled with quiet pride. “The name comes from my nickname, Estrella, which means ‘star’ in Spanish. But it’s more than that.”

You turn the boot over, showing the gold lettering on the back heel tab, where Estrella 001 is printed vertically in a clean script.

“For me, stars have always meant guidance. I used to look up at them when I felt lost, like they were the only things that stayed constant. They remind me of my past, my struggles… everything that made me me.”

The camera pans over the subtle red and yellow stitching near the tongue of the cleat.

“This is for where I come from. Barcelona, Spain,” you continue. “I might not play for Spain anymore, but it’s still my home. It’s where I fell in love with football. Where I met the people who shaped me. I’ll never forget that.”

You flip the boot back over, running your thumb over the inside, where a tiny phrase is stitched in white.

“It says, ‘Siempre pa’lante.’ Always forward. That’s something Ale taught me when I was going through a tough time. I didn’t always believe it, but she did. And now? Now I do too.”

You set the cleat down and glance toward the camera, a small smile playing on your lips.

“But I wouldn’t be here without my family. My real family.”

Your eyes flick over to Alexia, standing off-camera.

“When Ale took me in, she gave me something I didn’t think I’d ever have again. A home. A place to belong. Someone who loved me without conditions.” You pause, voice thick with emotion. “She didn’t have to, but she did. And I’ll never be able to thank her enough for that.”

The camera smoothly shifts toward Alexia, who is very obviously blinking back tears, her lips pressed together tightly as she tries (and fails) to hold it together.

You grin. “Are you crying?”

She sniffs, shaking her head. “No.”

You smirk, standing up and walking over. “She’s crying.”

“I’m not—”

Before she can finish, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. She exhales sharply, but her arms immediately come up to hold you close.

The camera catches the soft, warm moment between you two.

“You took me in,” you murmured. “You didn’t have to. But you did.”

Alexia’s arms tightened around you. “You were mine the second I saw you.”

You squeezed her tighter, voice thick. “Thank you for loving me, Ale.”

She kissed your forehead, whispering softly. “Siempre pa’lante, mi niña.”

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera: Netflix S7

hellooo beautiful people, how are you? hope you like the episode, comment if you want to be in the taglist

The episode kicks off with a chaotic scene at a Monaco supermarket. You, Charles, and Joris are pushing a cart down the aisles, filling it with essentials (and, in Charles’ case, a ridiculous amount of pasta and cheese).

"Charles, on a littéralement une cuisine pleine de pâtes," you say, eyeing the groceries. (Charles, we literally have a kitchen full of pasta.)

"C'est une semaine importante, je dois manger correctement!" Charles defends, tossing another pack into the cart. (It’s an important week, I need to eat properly!)

Joris smirks, glancing at the overstuffed cart. "Correctement ou comme un homme qui se prépare à l'hibernation?" (Properly or like a man preparing for hibernation?)

Cut to the checkout line. Charles confidently inserts his credit card into the machine, only for the machine to beep. Declined.

Silence.

You and Joris exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

"Leclerc, multimillionaire Ferrari driver, can't pay for his own groceries!" you tease, pulling out your own card. "Sérieusement, c’est quoi ce bordel?" (Seriously, what the hell is this?)

Charles groans, rubbing his temples. "C'est la banque, ils bloquent parfois ma carte quand j'achète trop à Monaco." (It’s the bank, they sometimes block my card when I buy too much in Monaco.)

Joris leans in. "Ou peut-être qu'ils savent que tu dépenses trop." (Or maybe they know you spend too much.)

The cashier chuckles as you hand over your card. "T’inquiète pas, Charlie, je t’enverrai la facture." (Don’t worry, Charlie, I’ll send you the bill.)

Charles rolls his eyes as you and Joris high-five.

Then the episode shows old footage: a young Charles, Y/N and Arthur Leclerc, karting together on a track. Their father, Hervé Leclerc, stands by, smiling. His voice, captured in an old interview, echoes through the scene.

"Ils ont toujours été rapides, mais Y/N aussi. Ils ont la course dans le sang." (They have always been fast, but Y/N too. They have racing in their blood.)

Charles, Yn and their childhood friends are on his yacht.

You and Alexandra are lounging on the deck, sunglasses on, watching the guys fool around and dare each other to jump into the water in the most ridiculous ways possible.

Riccardo stands on the railing. "Cinq euros si je saute en faisant un backflip." (Five euros if I jump with a backflip.)

Charles leans back. "Je te paie dix si tu rates et tombes comme un idiot." (I’ll pay you ten if you fail and fall like an idiot.)

Alex turns to you, shaking her head. "Ils n'ont pas changé depuis l'école, hein?" (They haven’t changed since school, huh?)

You smirk. "Pas du tout. Juste plus d'argent pour faire des conneries." (Not at all. Just more money to do dumb things.)

Riccardo jumps—flailing, belly-flopping straight into the water. The entire yacht erupts in laughter.

Charles claps dramatically. "Dix euros pour la pire tentative de l’histoire." (Ten euros for the worst attempt in history.)

Hugo and Nico grab Riccardo’s towel and refuse to give it back, leaving him shivering.

It’s midweek, and tradition dictates one thing: Charles gets his pre-Monaco GP haircut from Pascale, your maman.

The scene opens inside Charles’ Monaco apartment. He’s seated on a chair, cape around his shoulders, while Pascale meticulously trims his hair. You, meanwhile, are on the floor with Léo, Charles and Alexandra’s tiny dachshund, rubbing his belly.

Alexandra sits beside you, scrolling on her phone as you gossip.

Léo suddenly jumps onto Charles' lap, causing Pascale to huff. "Léo, arrête! Il va finir avec une coupe asymétrique!" (Léo, stop! He’s going to end up with an uneven cut!)

You and Alex burst into laughter as Charles tries to hold Léo still.

Then the episode shows all the Leclerc siblings—Lorenzo, Charles, Y/N, and Arthur—sit together on a Monaco rooftop terrace, sharing a meal.

Lorenzo pours the wine, acting like the responsible older brother he always is.

"C’est fou de penser que cette semaine, tu pourrais enfin gagner à Monaco," he tells Charles. (It’s crazy to think that this week, you could finally win in Monaco.)

Arthur smirks. "Ouais, ou bien il va encore maudire cette course." (Yeah, or he’s going to curse this race again.)

You laugh, nudging Charles. "Si tu maudis encore Monaco, je te déshérite." (If you curse Monaco again, I’m disowning you.)

Charles groans. "Pourquoi vous êtes toujours contre moi?" (Why are you always against me?)

Lorenzo chuckles. "On n’est pas contre toi, on est réalistes." (We’re not against you, we’re just realistic.)

Arthur raises his glass. "Allez, à la chance, parce que tu en auras besoin." (Cheers to luck, because you’re going to need it.)

Charles rolls his eyes but clinks his glass anyway. "À la famille." (To family.)

Then, Netflix transitions into dramatic music—because next comes the real test.

Cut to: Monaco, 2024. The weight of expectation hangs heavy over the weekend. Ferrari has given Charles a car capable of winning, but the question remains—can he finally break the Monaco curse?

"We were born eighteen minutes apart," you say in your Drive to Survive interview. "Charles has always been ahead. He was always ahead in karting… and now, he had the chance to be ahead of history too."

The Ferrari garage is suffocating with tension. You grip Arthur’s hand so tightly it’s cutting off his circulation, but he doesn't care. Your eyes are locked on the screen as Charles navigates the final laps of his home race.

Joris is beside you, pacing, muttering curses under his breath. Alexandra, Charles’ girlfriend, is clutching your arm so hard you think she might leave bruises.

"If something happens now, je jure que je casse tout." Arthur mutters. (I swear I’ll break everything.)

"He’s got this," you whisper, willing it to be true.

Then—the checkered flag.

Silence for a second. Then the Ferrari pit wall erupts. Engineers throw their headsets, people scream, and you—you can’t breathe.

"He did it," Joris says, stunned.

You don’t even think before sprinting towards the pit lane, pushing past Ferrari personnel until you see the monitors displaying the leaderboard: P1 – Charles Leclerc.

He won.

Charles steps out of his car to deafening cheers, his hands shaking as he pulls off his helmet. He looks around, eyes wide with disbelief, before covering his face with both hands.

Netflix cuts to the post-race interviews. Charles stands in front of the cameras, still breathless, the Monegasque flag draped over his shoulders. His voice wavers.

"The last laps… I was thinking about my dad," he says, swallowing hard. "It was our dream."

The camera zooms in as his eyes glisten under the harsh lights.

"The emotions started coming up two laps from the end, and I was struggling to see." He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking his head. "On the last lap, coming out of the tunnel, I couldn’t see anything. I was crying."

You watch from the sidelines, biting your lip to keep from crying yourself. Your mother, Pascale, stands beside you, eyes glassy with emotion.

"Il l’a fait, Maman," whispers Yn. (He did it, maman.)

She nods, voice thick. "Oui. Papa aurait été si fier." (Yes. Papa would have been so proud.)

Charles looks over, eyes finding yours, and in that moment, you know—this isn’t just his victory. It’s yours, Arthur’s, your maman’s. It’s your father’s.

The curse is broken.

Later that night, Monaco is drowning in red. Jimmy’z is packed and half the F1 grid is there

And Charles? Charles is absolutely wasted.

You lean against the bar, watching your twin brother stumble onto the dance floor, a massive Monegasque flag draped over his shoulders like a superhero cape.

Pierre, already tipsy, claps him on the back. "Le Prince de Monaco!" (The Prince of Monaco!)

"Arrête, il va plus passer les portes de Maranello à cause de son ego!" you joke, shaking your head. (Stop, he won’t fit through the doors at Maranello because of his ego!)

Charles, oblivious to everything, wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning like a madman.

"YN, j’ai gagné," he slurs, his voice thick with emotion. (YN, I won.)

Your heart clenches.

"Je sais, Charles," you whisper, reaching up to push a damp curl from his forehead. (I know, Charles.)

His green eyes shine under the club lights, and suddenly, the music, the people—it all fades away.

"Papa serait fier." (Papa would be proud.)

Charles nods slowly, pressing his forehead to yours for a second, then pulling away when Pierre drags him off for another shot.

Joris slides an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. "He did it."

You glance back at your twin, now dancing like an idiot in the middle of the club, his long-awaited victory finally sinking in.

"Yeah," you murmur, the weight of years lifting from your shoulders. "He did."

And then the credits roll.

Bonus: Singapore GP Dinner At a restaurant in Singapore, with a view of the Marina Bay, the Leclerc family is seated—except Pierre Gasly, who is late.

And tonight, Charles is not in a good mood.

He did badly in qualifying, and it’s written all over his face—arms crossed, jaw clenched, tapping his fork against his plate.

Arthur, already sensing his bad mood, leans over to Y/N and whispers:

"Il va exploser sur quelqu’un, c’est sûr." (He’s going to explode on someone, for sure.)

Y/N sighs, watching Charles angrily flip through the menu. "Ouais, et ce sera Pierre." (Yeah, and it’ll be Pierre.)

Charles? Already ordering the food.

Alexandra looks around. "Euh… on n’attend pas Pierre?" (Uh… aren’t we waiting for Pierre?)

Without even looking up from his phone, Charles answers "Non." (No.)

Arthur snorts. "Pierre est toujours en retard, on sait comment ça finit." (Pierre is always late, we know how this ends.)

Charles doesn’t even hesitate—he calls Pierre.

The camera zooms in on his phone screen:

📞 Calling: Pierre

Pierre picks up on the third ring.

"Ouais, Charlie?" (Yeah, Charlie?)

Charles doesn’t even say hi.

"T’ES OÙ?!" (WHERE ARE YOU?!) he answers angrily

Pierre pauses for a second, like he’s debating whether to lie. Then:

"J’arrive, j’arrive! Deux minutes!" (I’m coming, I’m coming! Two minutes!)

Charles rolls his eyes. "Ça fait vingt minutes que tu dis ça, Calamar." (You’ve been saying that for twenty minutes.)

Pierre laughs nervously. "Je suis littéralement en route." (I’m literally on my way.)

Charles, completely done: "Ouais, bah moi j’attends pas." (Yeah, well, I’m not waiting.)

And with that, he orders the starters.

Fifteen minutes later, the restaurant doors swing open.

Pierre walks in with Kika and his trainer. He immediately spots the table—and Charles, who is already drinking and eating.

Pierre’s face drops.

"T’AS PAS ATTENDU?!" (YOU DIDN’T WAIT?!)

Charles, completely unimpressed, takes another sip of his drink. "J’avais faim." (I was hungry.)

Pierre drops into the seat next to Y/N, still offended.

"T’avais faim ou t’étais juste énervé après ta qualif?" (Were you hungry, or were you just mad after quali?)

Silence.

Arthur snorts. "Il va te tuer." (He’s going to kill you.)

Charles sets down his glass. "Tu veux vraiment me parler de qualifications, Pierre?" (Do you really want to talk to me about qualifying, Pierre?)

Pierre raises his hands defensively. "Okay, okay! Pas besoin de m’agresser." (Okay, okay! No need to attack me.)

Pierre finally starts eating, still shaking his head.

"Tu sais, je suis vraiment blessé, Charlie. J’aurais attendu pour toi." (You know, I’m really hurt, Charlie. I would have waited for you.)

Charles raises an eyebrow. "C’est faux." (That’s false.)

Arthur, smirking, nods. "Mens encore." (Lie again.)

Pierre sighs dramatically, stabbing his fork into his food. "Vous êtes horribles." (You’re all horrible.)

The Netflix camera cuts to Charles, calmly chewing his food, absolutely ignoring Pierre’s whining.

taglist: @love4lando@gcldtom@im-mi@hiireadstuff@celesteblack08@reblog-princess@sunf1ower16@janeholt3@athena-artemis-dorian-gray@minkyungseokie@tesi1

[alastrpt]

-- Alastor x yn --

Summary: Alastor enters y/n's (you) room at the wrong time.

It had been a long and exhausting day. Participating in Charlie’s friendship activities, joking around with Angel Dust, talking with Husk, listening to Alastor’s not-so-funny jokes, helping Nifty, checking out inventions with Sir Pentious, gossiping with Cherri, and learning new battle techniques with Vaggie… You were completely drained.

All you wanted was to go to your room and hibernate like a bear.

Evening had arrived, and this time, Charlie’s friendship activity was a movie night. You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to disappoint her. Surprisingly, even Alastor agreed to join this time. Everyone was supposed to come in their pajamas—including Alastor.

You still had some time to sleep.After grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen, you told Charlie you were heading to your room. The quiet corridors echoed only with the sound of your own breathing. When you reached your room, you slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The moment your body hit the soft, warm bed, you fell asleep in less than thirty seconds...

When you opened your eyes groggily, you reached for your phone to check the time. MOVIE TIME?!!

İt had arrived, and you were still in your daily clothes.Jumping out of bed, you rushed to your wardrobe. Grabbing your striped pajamas, you quickly started changing.

You slipped on the pajama pants, pulled off your shirt, leaving only your bra exposed, and were about to put on the pajama top when

BANG!

The door swung open.

"Dear! It seems you're running late, your friends—"

Alastor's words cut off abruptly.His ears immediately perked up. His eyes, unintentionally, trailed down to your body before darting back up to your face. His cheeks slowly turned a deep shade of pink.

Still in shock from his sudden and unannounced entry, your mind slowly processed the situation.

Your face twisted slightly in irritation, your cheeks lightly dusted with pink, though barely noticeable.

"GET OUT! NOW!!"

The door slammed shut.You stood there, still frozen in shock, staring at the door. Quickly, you put on your pajama top and sat on the edge of your bed, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

Inhale. Exhale.

Once you regained your composure, you stood up and walked toward the door. Opening it and stepping out, you began making your way down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Alastor had already approached the movie room. His ears drooped slightly, one hand resting on the side of his face as he tried to process what had just happened. The blush on his face still hadn't faded.By the time he reached the room, his blush had disappeared, and he was back to acting like nothing had happened.

As he entered, he noticed the seating arrangement. Three large couches had been pushed together in a square formation, with others sitting on the floor wrapped in blankets.

Sir Pentious was curled up with his eggs beside Angel Dust and Husk. Cherri was off to the side. Charlie and Vaggie sat together, wrapped in blankets as well.The moment Alastor stepped in, Charlie’s eyes lit up.

"Hey, Alastor! Is Y/N coming?"(Charlie)

Alastor remained silent for a moment before responding,

"Don't worry, they'll be here soon."

He flashed a not-so-reassuring grin before settling onto the floor, one leg bent while the other rested upright, his arm casually draped over his knee.

Five minutes later, you finally entered the room, dressed in your pajamas, and apologized to, I was just really exhausted. You know how it is."

Looking around for a spot to sit, you noticed that the most open space was right next to… Alastor.Acting as if nothing had happened, you sat down beside him, pulled a blanket over yourself, and grabbed a bag of popcorn.

"So… Have you picked a movie yet?"

Angel Dust groaned and looked at you.

"As you can see, no."

Charlie wore a slightly defeated expression, still thinking hard about what to choose. That’s when an idea struck you.

"How about Cassandra? Anyone heard of it?"

"Uh, what?"

"It's a horror-action movie. I'm sure you'll love it!"

Wasting no time, you found the movie online and started playing it.Everyone grabbed their popcorn and began eating.The film opened with a family moving into an old house. As the story progressed, a robot named Cassandra appeared, designed to serve the household

"I don't trust that robot." (Angel Dust)

"Yup." (Cherri)

As the movie took on a darker tone, the characters discovered a hidden bar in the basement.

"WHOA, DUDE! I WANNA BE THERE!

"Shhh!" (Vaggie)

Charlie and Vaggie were completely absorbed in the film. Sir Pentious clung tightly to his eggs, looking uneasy. Husk appeared to be genuinely affected by the suspense, while Cherri and Angel occasionally whispered their thoughts about the movie.

Alastor… was he watching you?

Something made you feel like he was staring, so you glanced at him—but his eyes were fixed on the screen.Shrugging it off, you refocused on the movie.

Five minutes later, you were so into the film that you absentmindedly reached into Alastor’s popcorn bag and grabbed a handful.Turning to him, you asked,

"Are you enjoying the movie?"

"It's… not bad."

Then, completely out of nowhere, you said,

"Entering someone’s room unannounced is quite unbecoming of a gentleman."

"Not my fault, dear. I knocked three times, and when there was no response, I entered… And, well, an unfortunate incident occurred."

"Or you could just apologize."

Silence.

Alastor simply turned his eyes back to the screen.You felt frustration rising inside you, but with a deep breath, you decided to just focus on the movie.As the film neared its climax, exhaustion began creeping up on everyone. Some had already fallen asleep.You, too, were starting to doze off, but you didn’t have the energy to go to your room.

By the final moments of the movie, nearly everyone was asleep—some curled up together, others leaning on each other.Alastor was the only one still fully awake, his eyes fixed on the screen.You struggled to keep your eyes open, but eventually, they began to close.

Just before drifting off, you felt yourself leaning against someone....Alastor, still fully conscious, barely reacted when the movie ended. That is… until he felt something on his shoulder.Turning his head, he saw you, peacefully leaning against him.His usual grin faltered slightly, his ears perking up.You instinctively snuggled closer.For once, Alastor didn’t know what to do.

He could wake you, but… something inside him refused to.Before he realized it, he did something he never thought he would—he slowly leaned his head against yours and, ever so gently, wrapped an arm around your waist...

...

..

.

Angel Dust, who had been woken up by a notification on his phone, groggily checked the screen.

"Ugh, why is my phone—?"

His eyes landed on you and Alastor.You, leaning against Alastor with one hand resting on his chest. Alastor, holding you as if he were afraid to let go.Angel stared in shock before immediately nudging Cherri awake.

"Ugh, what!?—"

"Shhh. Look."

Following Angel’s gaze, Cherri also froze.

"Oh. My. God. We have to take a picture."

Angel quickly opened his camera and took five photos from different angles—just to be safe.Looking at the pictures, Cherri frowned.

"Alastor looks… distorted in these."

"Whatever, Cherri. At least we got something."

"Yeah… yeah, but I'm too tired for this."

"Same." Angel yawned."Good night."

"Night."....

...

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[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec frenzy

Hi everyone, after a little bit of a break I'm back for 2025 with a new rec post of fic that I've read and loved over the last month! Delighting in the hiatus spec fic, thank you to all the authors for making winter hibernation so much fun. As always you can find previous rec lists here.

25 January 2025

like a lonely seabird by organyx is a 55k one shot that picks up directly from the buddie realtor scene, with Buck spiralling and Eddie trying to follow his heart and find joy, just with a bit of a push to get there. It's beautifully characterised, and a rollercoaster spanning to El Paso and back again, with vital conversations. With excellent teenage Chris characterisation and inclusion. There's a call mishap that had me gasping, and an amazing coming together with mutual understanding. Gorgeous, romantic and satisfying!

if you like it weird, i like it strange by @pairofraggedclaws I am definitely a greedy reader of everything Lou writes! These stories have such a fun indulgent and sexy writing style and the way Buck and Eddie get hot under the collar is incredibly enticing. Here we see them have some fun with orgasm control and a dream inspired fantasy of Buck's set at work. And in the equally gorgeous TRUST! we have Eddie who is particularly sensitive and insecure about it, however Buck has a fantastic time showing him just how they can work with it in their favour. It's a lovely fic that shows partnership and play in a both heartwarming and hot dynamic that suits them so well.

The Whale Fall Principle by @fastcardotmp3 another author whose work I've been delighting in, The Whale Fall Principle is an alternate timeline fic in which Daniel Buckley survives childhood, and it shifts the dynamics of the Buckley siblings forever. Daniel takes on some of the Buck we know and loves escapism needs, he's the one who travels to find himself, whilst Buck is left behind with the sense of responsibility and pressure of being the saviour baby, meanwhile Maddie is trying to keep her brothers together in her life. Eddie is simply trying to understand Buck and where he fits in to their lives. This is such a beautiful, thoughtful, heartbreaking and uplifting fic. I could talk about it for hours. And I also loved:

carefully, I was going to live by fastcardotmp3 - in which Buck finds out about Eddie's will after the shooting....but not from Eddie. Thrust into guardianship, he finds his way with Chris, whilst grieving for his best friend who is in a coma....but after two years, Eddie is waking up, and for him, no time has passed at all. Told in dual POV, each alternate chapter explores Eddie's perspective from two years on and pairs it with Buck's from the time Eddie slips away from him, and eventually, they meet in the middle. It's complicated and full of love, hurt and healing.

paving hell with energy by Elgney ahhhh an 8b spec fic that fits with MY 8b spec re the serial killer based on that trailer...'Buck is having a hard time dealing with Eddie's impending move to El Paso and resorts to some Buck 1.0-style coping mechanisms. Unfortunately for everybody, this backfires in spectacular fashion. Especially for Eddie, who waited until now to realize he was in love with his best friend.' Heed trigger warnings, but I love the sibling dynamics with Buck and Maddie here, and the way the author has nailed the character voices in the 118 banter. Dark and twisty!

Where the Light Enters by @beecauseevan is SUCH a beautifully written and heartfelt story dealing with Eddie's religious trauma. 'Chris is 800 miles away, and Eddie's house feels emptier than ever. As always, Buck is right there, ready to have his back, to catch him without hesitation if he falls...This is fine, until it isn't. Until Eddie finds himself drawn to Buck in ways he never expected—ways that might not be so new at all.' I'm in awe of the way the narrative threads weave together and peel back the layers to let the light into Eddie's story. This one has so much vulnerability, it was healing to read.

and longingly i long by @effervescentwolf explores established relationship Buddie and a touch starved Buck, who craves being held and touching and revelling in the physicality of their love. And Eddie, who he learns feels similarly. I love how the craving and need is written here, it's powerful and sympathetic, and the eventual communication and asking for what you want unfolds so well.

Death Becomes Him by @kungfunurse was such a cool way of examining the 118 (and Buck specifically's) many brushes with death! 'Each time Buck dies, something in him changes. After all, every change is a sort of death, and death is the ultimate change. Or, what does the supernatural look like in the "real world"?' Such a clever character examination, like Buck's lightning math superpowers on acid! And how it affects those closest to him, and his developing relationship with Eddie, with some questions answered and some left to linger enticingly.

A Life For A Life by icewhisper RAVIIIIIII! 'The first time Ravi met Evan Buckley, he never got his name. He only knew him as the man who pulled him onto a firetruck during a tsunami before he jumped back into the water after his son. Five years later, in a collapsed building, it’s Buck who needs saving and Ravi gets a chance to return the favor.' An excellent team based call gone wrong fic, this is Buddie in the background with Ravi and Buck friendship at heart, and it's fantastic hurt/comfort fic. Ravi beloved.

Next to your heartbeat, where I should be by @rainbow-nerdss in which Buck sends Eddie an accidental dick pic, and then through their resulting texts Eddie realises the power of exchanging photos as a means of self love and self esteem boosting to reclaim and celebrate his body...so pic exchanges ensue...totally platonically of course. This is sexy and silly and so much fun, the oneupmanship is hilarious and hot, and as their inhibitions drop...so do their pants.

the sweetest apparition by @hyruling in which 'Eddie moves to Texas. Buck keeps accidentally telling people Eddie's dead. It goes about as well as you'd expect.' I died laughing and then swooned and then cackled, and then cried, and it was all so wonderful. Crack treated seriously, this is one for anyone who is a fan of Buck's perpetual foot in mouth syndrome.

I'll be back next month with my next round of recs, happy reading everyone! 40 days until 8b!

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into The Dark

I'M BACK FROM HIBERNATION

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Meanwhile there is a darkness growing in Ketterdam, and it seems a killer may be stalking the streets of West Stave. An unknown evil is closing its jaws over the city, and it’s starting to feel like nowhere is safe.

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @lunarthecorvus @i-need-help-this-is-my-obsession @devoted-people-hater

If anyone else would like to be tagged let me know :)

Content warnings for this chapter: death references, murder references, weapons, violence, threats, canon-typical ableism (direct quote from canon using the word 'cripple', I don't know for certain whether this is considered ableism when Kaz uses it about himself but I wanted to say this to be safe), blood, injuries

AO3 link: Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark - Chapter 68 - She_posts_nerdy_stuff - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo [Archive of Our Own]

[cosmictyto]

(Movie) Nimona Winter/Christmas Headcanons:

Experiencing a literal snow squall rn and it’s making me think of Khrismuh Time. So have some thoughts.

First: In terms of the Trio™️ and where they generally stand regarding “Holiday Spirit”

• 🎄 •

Ambrosius: Absolutely loves it. He naturally runs cold, but at the same time he loves wearing winter clothes. Sweaters, cozy socks, scarves, you name it. And his biggest “giving” love language IS gifts. (Meanwhile his “receiving” LL is physical touch. Dude wants cuddles.) So this holiday ticks all the boxes for him. He’s wants to celebrate the whole month long, wants to go do little traditions like sleigh rides and snowball fights, and he always had a couple decorations he put in his dorm at the Institute every year. Like he is IN it. And he’s totally the kind of guy who’s working on a list for Bal the whole year. Yes, he knows the season isn’t JUST about material goods. But he also absolutely loves the look on Bal’s face when he gets something he genuinely loves, or when Rose catches Bal wearing/using something he got him. It just makes him really happy.

• 🎄 •

Ballister: Moderate Christmas enjoyer. He naturally runs hot, so he doesn’t bundle up nearly as much as Ambrosius does. Usually only in a tshirt and some gray sweatpants (another reason why Ambrosius likes winter ayooo~) And maybe a turtleneck when it gets really cold. The gifts are nice, but he’s always been a quality time kind of guy. Which, works out perfectly. There was always a Christmas Break for cadets so they had time, + Bal n’ Rose could go out and do all those traditional little activities and have a good time. He used to have a hard time with the holidays when he was a kid for various reasons. For starters, the winter weather in the Danks can be a bitch. Along with general food insecurities plus a cultural emphasis on family and friends when you don’t have any doesn’t lead to anything good. Even despite the various charities that try to make that time easier. But, after starting his training, he had a stable home and food situation, he had a best friend who did his damndest to make sure he had a good Christmas, and yeah the Queen always invited him to spend the actual day with her (since she didn’t really have anyone, either.) So over time he’s built up good memories and associations with the season.

I also see him as 100% being the kind of guy who goes to do volunteer work as part of his traditions. (Not even just for christmas, I imagine he and Ambrosius do community work year-round because they’re both genuinely good, generous guys- though he definitely MAKES time for it during the holidays) Mainly because he knows how hard it is out there when you don’t have anything. And he’s benefited from things like soup kitchens, blanket and clothes donations, as well as toy drives when he was small. Now he’s an adult with the means to help and give back. Why wouldn’t he do that?

• 🎄 •

Nimona: She. Hates. It. The Grinchiest Grinch who ever Grinched. For starters, I wanna put down a Richard Adams quote, because it definitely applies here and how Nims would feel about winter overall:

“Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it. For them there is no winter food problem. They have fires and warm clothes. The winter cannot hurt them and therefore increases their sense of cleverness and security. For birds and animals, as for poor men, winter is another matter.”

The years she’s lived as various animals gave her enough reason to dislike the season. There are PLENTY of times where she’s hibernated as a bear or flown south to avoid the cold. Though when she’s stayed in the kingdom, she just does not have a good time. She’s had a lot of the same issues Ballister had as a kid, but she’s never had anyone to alleviate them. She’s just had to endure for literal centuries. Plus, the holiday’s messaging about “peace, love, goodwill towards others,” and all of that feels incredibly fake considering everything she’s been through. It’s hard to get in that christmas spirit when you’re just trying to survive in a kingdom that would happily hunt and kill you. Plus, she’s seen how the holiday itself has succumbed to commercialization. So it feels even MORE cheap and fake to her. She just doesn’t like it. (She’s more of a Halloween person anyway.) It’s just a bad time of year, with a boatload of negative emotions/baggage attached to it that lasts even after the events of the movie, and she’s more than happy to treat it like “just another day.” (I also imagine she deals with seasonal affective disorder. Get this girlie a uv lamp so she can bask under it as a lizard.)

That first christmas after she comes back from the canon incident? When she starts living with her boss and his boyfriend? She’s a complete grump. She sees Ambrosius (who is still “Nemisis,” “Goldielocks,” and “Goldengroin” in her mind) decorating the place during, like, the first week of December and she’s reacting like an angry cat. Quietly slinking into her room and avoiding everyone. Maybe even playing loud music to drown out the sound of cheesy movies and music. Ambrosius is pretty oblivious to why she’s being so sour about everything, but Bal immediately recognizes what’s going on and empathizes. Already forming a plan to give her some good experiences. And, like, they don’t really convert her into a christmas enjoyer within the year. But with each passing holiday they do help ease her out of hating it. It’ll never be her favorite holiday, but she stops dreading winter and christmas eventually.

[bloopitynoot]

What I Read This Week: 04/20/2025

I am a librarian, and unrelated to stereotypes about my profession, I do read a metric shit-ton in a week. Most of it is fanfiction but hey, I thought maybe it's time I share my reads?

This is what I read this week:

1. Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX Chapter 90-96

Summary: Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedication and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise, can also fall…and fall he does, cast from the Heavens again and again and banished to the mortal realm.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time. Now only a lowly scrap collector, he is dispatched to wander the earthly realm to take on tasks appointed by the heavens to pay back debts and maintain his divinity. Aided by old friends and foes alike, and graced with the company of a mysterious young man with whom he feels an instant connection, Xie Lian must confront the horrors of his past in order to dispel the curse of his present.

I's started book 6; it is ruining my life :(((( I'm reading about a chapter a day and live blogging the experience. you can follow along on the Bloopitynoot reads TGCF tag

NO SPOILERS PLS.

I am so soft for Hualian

2 No Good Goes Unpunished by Siren_Cat (202, 841)

Summary: To go to the Endless Abyss is to court death in several degrees. In the case of one unexpectedly finding themselves in such a dire place, the only way to survive would be to plead to the Abyss Lords. They are extraordinarily strong demons who control the Endless Abyss, where most humans and demons would perish, they flourish and grow their power. But would that be a wise idea?

Okay this was such a neat premise; I haven't read anything like this! I adored the peak lords of the abyss; demons all around

Very sweet liushen, qijiu, moshang, liu mingyan/sha hualing and we get some Wei Qingwei/Mu Qingfang (I adored these two even though Mu Qingfang scared me at first lol)

Happiest of endings! Binghe makes a 2 second appearance but it is mostly a Shen Yuan fic

3. Love in Another Shape by celardor (WIP- Read Chapter 18 this week)

Summary: After the events of the Immortal Alliance Conference, Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge find themselves suddenly dependent on one another for survival. In order to return to their beloved Shen Qingqiu, they’ll have to face down innumerable monsters, Luo Binghe’s unstable demonic powers, and their own tangled feelings.

Meanwhile, all Shen Qingqiu wants is to be left alone. Unfortunately, even with the System in hibernation he can’t seem to escape the demands of the plot. He finds himself tasked with sorting out the aftermath of the Conference, investigating a missing person case, and taking a trip to visit Liu Qingge’s family. Through it all, the narrative continues to deviate further and further from the original story Shen Qingqiu had read, ultimately leading to a discovery that could shed light on the past and bring long-buried secrets to the surface.

Part two in the series and this is endgame bingliushen! looks like there is a chapter count now 18/21!

this chapter hurts not going to lie

binghe poor babe :(((

Honestly such a solid series if the summary interests you!

4 A Crying Shame by thunderwear (12, 448)

Summary: Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything.

“You two act like young parents with their first child,” Granny said after Lan Wangji ended up with Wen Yuan sleeping against his chest once again. “Not wanting to let him go or hear him cry.”

“Aw, but Granny, don’t we make a cute couple with our little one?” Wei Ying teased, tipping to the side to lay his head on Lan Wangji’s unoccupied shoulder.

Granny reached over and pinched Wei Ying’s cheek while Lan Wangji tried to pretend his heart wasn’t suddenly trying to pound out of his chest at how close Wei Ying was.

This fic had my heart! I love when a-yuan's persistence and the wen's teasing lead to fantastic things.

This is nothing but fluff

happiest of endings for our boys

5 Words Meant for a Rabbit’s Ears by HunteroftheLunastars (10, 127)

Summary: After a talisman mishap, Lan Qiren is turned into a rabbit and unwittingly becomes Wei Wuxian’s fluffy confidant.

Trapped in silence, he learns of the constant suffering Wuxian endures in Mo Xuanyu’s damaged body—and gains a new understanding of the man he once harshly judged.

This story put me through it emotionally, but it was such a good read.

I love reading stories where characters are chronically ill/disabled especially when it's realistic to the character- our boy WY did go through it!

This has such a wholesome ending! So much love.

6 Wei Ying’s got a gun by Pettylongstockings (10,096)

Summary: The resentful corpses of the burial mounds were obliterated under the fire of .50 cal rounds. Holes knocked clean through chests, heads relieved of the burden of being above their shoulders. Limbs lifted and sent gods know where. Wei Wuxian couldn’t believe that he was once more attempting the impossible and succeeding—and it all started at a bass pro-shop.

—

Wei Ying dies and takes a little trip to Memphis Tennessee. Of course he comes back with a gun.

Okay but hear me out! In the moment I chose this fic it was truly everything I needed- absurd, levity, fix-it the speed run

The premise- [chefs kiss] of crack.

I do however now want a 100k fic where the crack is treated so seriously and wei yuxian creates an entire sect of gunslinging cultivators.

7 The door is open, step inside by Anonymous (110, 460)

Summary: Liu Qingge time-travels to his disciple days. He has to find a way to prevent the bad future, save Shen Qingqiu and make up with him.

This has two parts and was translated into english! (second part is SJ POV)

This was a stunning fic! It did indeed make me cry. It is strictly luishen

I haven't read many fics with a Liu Qingge time travel element and I ADORED this one. The romance was incredible sweet; though it was rough to read with lui qingge not knowing Shen Yuan was a different person (until he did).

That's What I Read this Week!

I didn't read as much as usual this week (at a conference for most of it) but I did get some solid ones in!

If you want a personalized fic list I am offering lists for Wangxian (some other MDZS pairings) and bingqiu (and some other SVSSS pairings) -just send me a dm with your theme and criteria!

And as usual I am always happy to get recs too <3

till next week!

[tinietaehyun]

Forsaken [XIII]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader] [Series] [Chapter Thirteen]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Sorcerer!Yeonjun]

Genres: royal!au, fantasy, romance, enemies to lovers, supernatural, action.

Contains: profanity, suggestive implications/mature themes, fluff, mentions of poison, implications of blood, injury, death, su*cide.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: The tension between the two of you reaches its brinks as it seems he can’t keep his hands off you and well, neither can you. Though, your anxiousness and stubbornness both leave you unable to admit your feelings for one another (despite it being rather abundantly clear).

Meanwhile, your nation seems to spiralling perilously as your tyrant brother seems to facing some rather tumultuous betrayal himself.

With a sigh, you place down the baskets of vegetables you picked with Taehyun’s guidance from his garden. You grimace at the soil and dirt on your hands, particularly under your nails. How grim!

“Toughen up, princess. Getting those hands dirty is where you know you’ve put real work in,” he muses at your rather adorable expression. You huff, “It was fine at first when you helped, but then you made me do all of it.”

Taehyun feigns innocently, “Oh but I cannot bend down, sweetheart? You wouldn’t want my wound to worsen? It’s only been a day since we came, no?” You glare, “I do wonder how long you’re going to keep this up. Surely your mana must have almost recovered? You can heal your wound afterwards right?”

A smirk lines his lips, “Mm, it’s slowly recovering. You’re forgetting how much mana I truly used for our little teleportation trick.” You sigh as he reminds you, “Yes, yes. I am aware. Now, can we sit down? My knees hurt from kneeling down for so long.”

You both sit down on the two dining table chairs. You brush off some patches of dirt on your dress; you had to admit this dress was rather comfy. Cotton was something you did not wear often - this was one of the dresses Taehyun first conjured for you whilst you stayed here initially before heading to Luna.

Taehyun smirks, “You’re quiet, why? Has some digging got your pretty little self exhausted?” You scoff, “Well manual labour is not exactly my strong suit.”

He muses, “You don’t do much work yet you manage to sleep as if you’re a hibernating bear? How fascinating. Yesterday, you slept like a log. Twisting and turning with absolute no regard to your wounded companion; it was rather amusing you know, having you cling on to me-“

“Ah-ah, hush,” you huff with a glare. You do recall you woke up with your arms around Taehyun; but it was not just you- he had his arm around you too, so it’s fair?

“Goodness, I was holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall off the bed, but it seemed like I had to worry about myself not falling off the bed with how much space you took. Practically on top of me,” he teases with a mischievous gaze. You flush embarrassed, “Oh shut it, sorcerer.”

Taehyun had to admit, the sight of you sleeping in his arms was one he relished. Your serene expression, your content smile as you nuzzled against his chest and wrapped your arms around him cherishing his body heat. He really did enjoy it and made no move to fight back.

Taehyun places his hand atop yours with a smirk, “Hm, I didn’t think you were the clingy type in bed.” You scoff, “Don’t phrase it like that. Secondly, I…it’s not like your pitiful little fireplace is enough to warm the entire house. It’s cold at night.”

“Going with that excuse are we?” He grins rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

Goodness, he’d be the death of you. His piercing eyes meet yours with a playful gleam. He had been in a rather good mood since you both came back to his cabin. You don’t know why, but it felt as though you two were in your own pocket of time, undisturbed by anyone. It felt nice, private, intimate.

Your gaze falls to his rosy lips briefly; the memories of your kiss with Taehyun flooding your mind. Heat rises up your face at the thought; it felt good. So good, that you wanted more. Not that you’d ever admit that, of course!

This action of yours did not go unnoticed by Taehyun who seemed to keenly observe just as much if not more than you did. His tongue briefly wets his lips as his gaze falls to your lips for a moment.

Clearing your throat, you abruptly stand feeling the tension in the room raise. “I shall wash my hands thoroughly and wash the remaining dishes from breakfast.”

He nods wordlessly as you make your way over to the sink with a racing heart. His stare was captivating, it had your knees buckling and made you feel breathless.

As you wash the dishes haphazardly, you continue to feel his gaze piercing your back. Silence consumes the room except for the noise of rustling forest and birds chirping outside.

Meanwhile, Taehyun watches you with an interested gaze, running his eyes from your soft hair down your back to the way the dress cinches at your waist and flares at your hips. It was an incredibly domestic scene that had him feeling some sort of way.

He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to touch you, run his fingers across your silky untouched skin. Press his lips to your neck and make his way down to your shoulders, leaving a mark here and there. Taehyun shudders at his own thoughts; he had to calm down.

You begin drying the dishes slowly as you hear the creak of the floorboards. You feel his presence behind you as he suddenly reaches above you with a wince, startling you. Looking up, you see him reach for another dish cloth and hands it to you, “Use this, the one you’re using is pretty dirty.” You wordlessly take it feeling as though your heart may burst out of your ribcage any second.

Taehyun doesn’t move, rather he leans against the counter watching you do the mundane task. You murmur, “What’s for lunch later?”

Taehyun seems to break from his empty gaze as he responds, “Oh, well, I was thinking of some vegetable stir fry. We have the ingredients for that, I’m unable to go hunting at this rate, either.” You nod deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about, princess? Hm?” He muses. You mumble, “I was thinking about the next course of action. Beomgyu was of no use. I have to somehow get back to the palace. I have to see Sehun directly.”

He nods processing your words, “You know sweetheart, I don’t think going down the diplomatic route is cutting it.” You frown, “Yes, I can see that.”

“Force is needed,” he insists. You question with wide eyes, “You want me to kill him?”

Taehyun snorts at the look of horror on your face, “Well no, I don’t think you’d be capable of such a thing. I meant more, physically take him off the throne. Make him give up his crown. Or we can stop the coronation, something along those lines. We have to pry the throne off him.”

Your fists clench and your gaze hardens; your resolve and fervor growing more determined. Yes, he was right. If diplomacy wouldn’t work, then this was the next step. You’d take your throne back the way he took your rightful place.

Taehyun’s eyes twinkle, “You also have me, what more do you need?” A smirk forms on your lips, “As vain as usual. You are definitely recovering.”

He muses, “You believe in me, that’s all I need, sweetheart.” His words oddly touch you and you smile at him, “Of course.” You hum, “As I’ve said before; when I get my crown back, you’ll get your rightful position back.” Taehyun’s gaze softens as he grins; “I…we don’t need to jump so far ahead. Let’s focus on your throne first, alright?”

You scoff, “It’s only fitting, Yeonjun is where you should be. It infuriates me, how dare he be in your position after what he and his father did?” Taehyun shakes his head with an amused smirk, “Well, it is indeed unfair. But we’ll get to that hurdle when it comes, princess.”

Your gaze gleams, “If you see him at the palace, you better teach him a lesson. If not, I will,” you huff. Taehyun peers at you with a genuine expression of amusement and gratitude. Your anger towards Yeonjun and mannerisms were incredibly endearing. “But of course sweetheart,” Taehyun smirks, “It’s only right, he gets his consequence for his actions.”

He continues to watch you dry the remaining dishes. You’re startled as he suddenly moves a strand of hair out of your face and he muses, “Your hair.” You nod, flustered keeping your gaze averted.

You spot him from your peripheral vision gazing at you once more in silence before he walks behind you. “You wouldn’t mind, if I just…” he trails off as he slides his hands across your waist before wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your right shoulder. You stiffen, “Taehyun?” He hums amused, “Don’t think too much about it.”

You relax in his grasp feeling his warmth deep through your clothes. His soft breaths brush against your shoulder and the base of your neck. You felt a deep warmth inside you feeling his body against yours; it felt right, you felt safe. His thumbs draw faint circles on your waist; you hear his breaths near your ear. It’s a tender and intimate position that has your knees feeling weak and heart stumbling to maintain rhythm.

Why were you both feeling insatiable? This tension was infuriating between the two of you. You thought it would cease once you had kissed but no, no it had seemed to increase. A small flame if adding more firewood would only grow but larger.

The two of you isolated in one cabin was but a dangerous game, something other nobles of your standing would be appalled to hear about. One thing for sure was, neither of you were going to admit your burning feelings for each other but were not going to push each other away either, for you two were irresistibly drawn to each other. Had he cast a spell on your heart?

“Does it hurt?” You murmur. “Hm?” He questions softly. “Your wound? How does it feel?” His voice is rougher as he answers, “Mm, it’s fine. Really, you don’t need to worry. This evening I’m going to attempt a healing spell.” You nod; the both of you drawn back into a heightened silence.

You finish up and turn to face him; peering up at him through your lashes. His expression is focused on you, his hands still on your waist. “This…this is improper,” you croak out, your self-control waning by the second.

Taehyun’s lips quirk up slightly, “Improper? Oh, I think we were far past that when our lips met.” A shiver runs through you, “We’re being hasty, I-I-“

He playfully mimics, “I-I-,” he muses, “Use your words, princess.” You glare shoving past him, “You are so irritating!” You hear a chuckle before you’re suddenly pulled against him, “Don’t act as you’re above this, don’t act like you don’t want me.”

“I don’t, we’re just- it’s expected if a man and woman are together for a while they-“ You stammer breathlessly peering up his glimmering eyes. “They what?” He voices just above a whisper. “They grow to…” You shakily begin. Oh, how beautiful he was.

Oh how stunning you were with your dazed expression, he thinks. “…grow to?”

“Become attracted to,” your eyes flicker to his lips, “to each other.”

“So you only think this is out of circumstance?” Taehyun muses, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Is it not?” You breathe out shakily as his other hand trails up your other arm.

“Why? Can’t it be anything else? Must you always go behind a prince?” He quips with a dangerously sly smile causing you to scoff, “Anything else?” You say as you peer down at your ring glistening as it hangs off his neck swaying against his tempting collarbones.

Did he truly love you? Was it infatuation? Did you love him? Or were you just enamored with the idea of love? You were scared, you were scared because you had undoubtedly fallen in love with the man in front of you.

For his courage, selflessness, wit and bluntness. For the way he treated you so normally, humbled you but cared for you so tenderly at your weakest. Most importantly he hadn’t tossed you aside, no matter how unbearable you thought you were. He stuck by your through every moment. Under that bitter and snarky exterior lies a man who was hurt, betrayed and wants to love. To trust again.

The words were at the tip of his tongue. He wanted to call you his. You were from a different world, only building up feelings for you to marry off to a higher noble later on, what was the point? Couldn’t he just enjoy the fleeting moment between you two? Did he have to ruin it by admitting that he had well and truly fallen for you?

Fallen for your adamance, the way you put up with his jabs and quips, held your ground, remained so strong in the face of adversity. The way you were not like other high class nobles who were utterly self-centered, rather you were empathetic, selfless and held a true love for your nation and its people. It was only right that someone like you took the throne of Fortuna. He would do anything to make that happen.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he rasps out. “Like what?” You peer at him feeling yourself becoming dazed by his proximity. “Like you want to devour me,” Taehyun murmurs shakily, restraint heavy in his voice. You’re startled; were you gazing at him so lustfully?

“I’m not,” you stammer. “If you could see yourself from my point of view,” he leans closer, “you’d not be able to hold back a second longer,” the bridge of his nose brushes against yours.

Your breaths mingle with each other. Lips brush against each other as his other hand finally cups your jaw. You couldn’t resist no matter how much you tried, how much you supposedly wanted to keep your dignity, your noble pride.

Even at the last second, when he gives you one last chance to back out, you can’t help but move forward and clumsily press your lips against his. It was humiliatingly desperate but you didn’t care. Your hands drift to his shoulders to steady yourself. A grunt and wince escapes him as you accidentally press against his wound and you part breathlessly wide eyed, “Goodness- I’m sor-“

He cuts you off pressing his lips against yours again, this time more fervently. A low groan escapes your lips as your arms are now around his neck trying your best to avoid his wound. Taehyun’s lips move with such ferocity, you find it hard to stand. The both of you stumble back as you find your back against the kitchen counter.

His tongue pushes past your lips taking you by welcome surprise; your fingers slide into the back of his hair as you move your lips just as desperately as his. It felt so right, it felt so good. Your mouths slot together lazily enjoying each other’s presence, warmth, taste. His soft lips move passionately against yours in fervent motions that send shivers down your spine.

Any sense of royal etiquette or self control flew out the window the moment his lips parted from yours and slid down your neck alluringly, a sensation you’d never experienced, making your lips release the most sinful sounds.

“You…you truly are so crude,” you sigh breathless, feeling his teeth tug at your skin. He murmurs smirking against the curve of your neck, “Says the person who kissed me first, how hypocritical, sweetheart. You’re not stopping me?”

“Oh shut it,” you shakily say, closing your eyes, relishing his lips against your neck.

Sudden anxiety fills you thinking of what this will lead up to. You peer up at him with worry, “How far are we going…w-with this I mean?” His gaze melts and he caresses your cheek, “We don’t have to go further, if you don’t want to, princess. I never said anything about going further?” His words take you aback. A gentleman indeed.

Taehyun muses, “Having your lips on mine, is pretty fine by me. Hours on end, even. In each other’s arms.” You scoff with a playful smile, “Of course, you wouldn’t mind.”

Relief floods your senses at his words; feeling more at ease. You didn’t want to be too selfish. You still had a mission. To get your throne back.

Gods above, you were in deep trouble. The sorcerer had you falling into the abyss of love. He leans in again, his lips brushing against yours, “Anyway, practice makes perfect, no?” Rolling your eyes, you lean in, “Mm, I suppose so.”

You’d both enjoy this precious moment of solace for a bit longer before hurling yourselves into the turbulent mess of politics and royalty. For now, you were two lovers in each other’s embrace forgetting about the world around the both of you.

——————

Today was the day.

Sehun sits on his bed in his chambers with a distraught expression. “I don’t understand? What do you mean you cannot find them? This is absurd!,” he bellows.

Yeonjun stands beside him with a calm smile on his face and folded arms. Oh, he knew where they had probably gone off to.

The troops had alerted other nations and the pesky two were not there, that foolish Prince Beomgyu was enraged. Throwing furniture, breaking items and such, like a child throwing a tantrum. Truly, he had to laugh. He had to give the two of you credit, you were both making a mockery of some of the most powerful men. Albeit, powerful but stupid rulers.

He had to guess they were back in Fortuna. Wherever they were hiding, it had to be close. Perhaps in the Woods of Mors, not many regular humans could traverse the place without dying within a day. Magic users, however. That was a different story. They are certainly not in the main kingdom, the knights had searched far and wide these last two days.

“What are you smiling about? Do you not see the disaster this is?” Sehun snarls. His face is pale and his locks damp with sweat. His hands were clammy and nervous; paranoia had caught up to him. The people were growing restless and a small rebel group had formed demanding answers about the consequent deaths of the king and queen alongside the sudden disappearance of the princess. It was so sudden, how could they know?

It had seemed more and more obstacles were appearing in front of Sehun and his beloved coronation. He had become delirious these past few days, it was all so amusing for Yeonjun. His plan was coming to fruition. His hand feels for the blade under his cloak with a twisted smile.

“I just don’t see what you have to worry about your highness? The coronation is right around the corner. The palace is ecstatic. No matter where they are,” Yeonjun’s lips twitch slyly, “in Fortuna, in the palace, they will not stop you.”

Sehun lets out a panicked laugh, “In Fortuna? In the palace? Preposterous. They would not dare be that stupid. Do not utter such nonsense again.” Yeonjun hums, “I merely jest, your highness. Even if they were to arrive at your coronation, our troops would overpower and crush them in seconds.”

Sehun’s eye twitches, “Crush them? Coronation? You cannot be serious. They cannot show up there. The people will be enraged at the princess being slaughtered in front of their eyes.”

Yeonjun feigns surprise, “Oh yes, you had crafted numerous reasons as to her disappearance in your speech a month ago? I suppose it would go against that. My apologies for my ignorance, your highness.”

Sehun snaps angrily, “These last few days you have become more and more infuriating! Useless even. How irritating!” Yeonjun hums, “Oh your highness, do relax. I do not wish to intentionally irritate you.”

Sehun dismissively waves, “Be gone, you have done nothing but waste my time. I wish to be alone. The likes of your kind would not understand the immense weight upon my shoulders. I tire of your games.” Sehun stands and stretches his arms.

Yeonjun lets out a chuckle. It truly was funny. He thought he was the one in control. What a fool! “Did I utter a joke?” Sehun snaps low-toned.

“You truly have no idea, do you?” Yeonjun muses with a dark smile. “What are you blabbering about, you fool?” Sehun questions, infuriated.

Yeonjun runs a hand through his pale blonde locks, a sickening smile forming on his lips. He laughs and laughs causing Sehun to stiffen. “W-What’s wrong with you? Have you gone mad?”

A deranged glint lights up Yeonjun’s eyes, “You killed your own parents, because I gave you the idea to use poison. All the suggestions, all my nudges in the right direction, you followed them like a loyal dog thinking they were products of your own minuscule brain?” A cackle escapes Yeonjun’s mouth.

“Every suggestion, every point I made, you took so literally. Did I ever tell you outrightly to poison your parents? No. You did that yourself, I just gave you a nudge. Did I tell you to imprison your sister? To attempt to execute her? No, that was you! Why because I made a few comparisons?” Yeonjun grins manically. Sehun’s eyes flicker back and forth as a dark feeling forms in the pit of his stomach.

“No- no, I will not stand for such insolence. You did not influence me in any such manner. Stand down, Yeonjun!” Sehun bellows.

Yeonjun’s gaze darkens as he snaps, “No, you stand down. You’ve been nothing but an utter idiot from when you were a child. I’ve had to tolerate your foolishness and self-centered idiocy from when we were children. To think I had to befriend you to fulfill my goals.” A mocking scoff leaves Yeonjun’s lips.

“What?” Sehun’s knees buckle as he sits on the edge of his bed. His world crumbles. “Everything you did, everything you felt good about, everything you thought you knew, was because of me. You’re not fit to rule, your own parents saw that incapacity. You’re nothing but a whining imbecilic toddler even at this age.”

Sehun covers his head, “No, no, no. You are deranged. I refuse to hear this nonsense. Leave! Leave at once! I will have you imprisoned- guards! Guards!-“

Yeonjun sneers walking towards him, “Oh no, no. Hush now. There you go relying on others again.” Yeonjun’s wand appears as he murmurs a few words. Sehun suddenly finds himself unable to speak.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that to you, your highness?” Yeonjun grins.

Sehun flails, panicking and reaching for the nearest of the mounted swords on the wall and Yeonjun sighs, “Oh come now, your highness, why must you be this way? A ruler must have more tact.” With another flick of his wand and utterance, Sehun finds himself unable to move as he collapses to the floor.

Fear consumes his gaze as he peers up at Yeonjun. Yeonjun’s eyes flicker to the glimmering crown on Sehun’s eyes. A dark smirk laces his lips, “The rebel group, who claim you’ve killed the king and queen. Who claim you drove your sister out and exiled her. You must be losing your absolute tiny mind over how they could come to that conclusion, hm?”

Yeonjun leans down, “It was me. Sending an anonymous tip to the journalists. Those loyalist peasants ate it right up.” Sehun’s eyes widen as he’s frozen. A horrifying realisation hits him.

“I hate to break the news, your highness, but I’m afraid you will not be making it to your coronation,” Yeonjun mockingly frowns. “What a shame,” he coos.

Sehun silently seethes, unable to speak or move. A cruel spell upon the young prince, indeed. Yeonjun chuckles, taking the crown off his head and placing it on his own. “I’ve dreamt of this crown, wearing this. Doesn’t it suit me, Sehun?”

Yeonjun laughs at the enraged look in Sehun’s eyes. “Oh, I know how possessive you are of your crown. Well, here, take it back. You’re not going to have it for much longer anyway,” Yeonjun muses.

Yeonjun sits down on a nearby chair crossing one leg atop the other with an arrogant expression. Today is the day everything would change, the day he carefully planned for. Countless years of false loyalty.

He unsheathes the blade, tossing it in front of Sehun. Yeonjun flicks his wand allowing him to speak. With a gasp of air, Sehun coughs, his throat intensely dry. He croaks out, “You-you traitor. “

“My, what a hypocrite,” Yeonjun snorts. Sehun brokenly snarls, “You cannot kill me- this is- treason,” he coughs.

“Oh? But I won’t be killing you. You will,” Yeonjun smiles wickedly. “What?” Sehun coughs out.

Yeonjun flicks his wand and murmurs a few more words and Sehun’s eyes widen as his hands uncontrollably flail forward clumsily going to grip the small blade.

“You’ll end your own life, how tragic indeed, no?” Yeonjun hums. Sehun’s lips tremble as tears slip down his face, “No- no, this- we can negotiate, please,” he croakily begs unable to control the way his hands grasp the blade as he hovers it over his jugular. Closer and closer.

“The noble prince, under tremendous pressure ends his own life due to soul-eating guilt after killing his own parents, the king and queen for power, after they chose his sister instead. Nice article don’t you think?” Yeonjun asks, pointing his wand upwards delicately. “I’ve already told some of the council, you admitted the truth to me whilst drunk, quite the story, no?”

Sehun’s hand trembles as tears drip down his face. He was but a helpless puppet. “I’m sure upon hearing your death; your sister will rush here anyhow. With that bastard in tow,” Yeonjun mutters.

“Or…I’ll find them first,” Yeonjun hums with a bright gleam. “Any last words, your highness?”Sehun peers at the ever nearing blade gripped by his own hands, mortified.

Is this what it feels like to be betrayed? By someone he saw who valued him above anyone else? Someone who called as a friend, who he could show off to only receive an abundance of praise. Was that not friendship? No; it was deceit.

Sehun’s mind flashes with images of you. An unmistakeable sickness and nausea fills his mouth and chest. Is this how you felt that day? How you felt when he felt the declaration scroll in hand? After having ripped your position away?

“Oh too bad, you’re usually so talkative,” Yeonjun dryly muses before swinging his wand downwards abruptly.

Blood splatters grotesquely as the crown topples onto the floor beside Sehun’s lifeless body. With a final clink it sits in a pool of blood. A tragic scene, indeed.

Yeonjun sighs, getting up and leaving abruptly. He was just this close. There were only two outliers left who could jeopardize his plan to become king. A king that no one could look down upon.

He’d handle those two himself. No, he wanted to handle those two himself. A smirk laces his lips, oh, how the royal court would be in shambles looking for a new figurehead.

It was only natural who’d they pick.

After all, who was a better option than him?

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thots

First, I am so grateful to everyone who reads my stories and gets invested in my characters. I love and appreciate you all so much.

I'm just getting a little introspective because I have several new stories I want to unleash, but I've been holding back because of how many active characters I already have, and I don't know how many different ongoing AUs/fics people can handle. I put out stories, people ask for more, and I always have more thots to give. But as a result, sometimes I don't let myself explore other things. When people constantly ask for updates on things, I take it as a compliment, but maybe subconsciously I'm also letting it restrict me creatively by feeling obligated to try to update everything with a certain frequency. It would be easy to tell me to just wrap up certain AUs when those aren't your favorites, but I shouldn't have to if I have more thots for the future. Also, my thots just aren't predictable enough to say ok I'm hibernating x and y character for z amount of time.

I'm realizing I have anxiety about releasing new stories due to the perception that I'm neglecting others. It was so much easier in the beginning when I didn't have so many things we were attached to lol. I guess I'm sick of holding back on new stuff. For an optimal experience, I humbly suggest having low expectations and going with the flow. Either way, I'm going to HC that's what you're doing lol. It's for my own good. Meanwhile, to support your favorite characters, you can reblog/comment if you haven't already, or when you re-read.

I recognize this is a very good "problem" to have, and I'm honored by it. This may sound like one big humble brag to haters, but I don't care, I'm trying to be open.

I'm thinking about all this because I really want to unleash a specific new dark!Javi P.

p.s. see my reblog for another anxiety I'm trying to face and release related to being able to post hypotheticals and lore

- and don't worry about expressing your enthusiasm.

[kiruamon]

Spring through the Seasons AU - Meeting the Summer

Newest story part for this au. Like always there are some sketches inbetween the text that go along with the story. Have fun!

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Dewdrops sparkled like liquefied light in the golden glow of the morning sun. The grass beneath your feet is still damp as you rise from your bed for the night and stretch. The slender vines on your stole still move sluggishly as they turn towards the sun and the tiny blossoms open themselves as if to greet the new day. You are still trying rather unsuccessfully to suppress another yawn when an amused chuckle sounds to your left.

“Have you finally woken up from your hibernation?”

Of course Moon is already awake. Sometimes you wonder if he ever sleeps at all. Although you still don't feel fully awake, the question makes you giggle. “I'm not a bear, Moon.” Learning that bears and some other animals wandered into Moon's snowy realm to seek shelter for a months-long sleep had once again made you realize how small your previously known world had been. It was fun to talk to Moon. Learning together and comparing your different points of view. Another small yawn slips out of your mouth and you rub a hand over your tired eyes to drive away the remnants of sleep. “Not very convincing,” you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Maybe I should help you wake up properly, what do you think Snowflake?”

Huh? “What do you mean wi- ?” But as silently as falling snow, Moon is already at your side. Your body shudders as you feel an icy cold touch on your skin out of the blue. Your eyes wide open in shock, a stifled sound escapes your lips that resembles more that of a squeak than a scream.

Now you're definitely awake! “Wah! S-stop it! I'm awake! I'm awake, Moon!” you shout, half-laughing as you try to push Moon's cold hand away from your neck.

Meanwhile, Moon's eyes show an expression of pure amusement. But at least he allows you to push his hand away without further resistance. Well, almost. His fingers gently wrap around your own, causing a chilly, but in this case also pleasant tingling sensation on your skin as you finally pull your hands away from your neck.

“Hmm, I wonder if that was really enough. Maybe I should play it safe?” his red and white eye twinkle mischievously at you and a small smile appears on his lips. He playfully runs the ice-like fingertips of his free hand over your stomach and down to the hem of your top, which he lightly tugs at once.

Oh no! Noooo way! Absolutely not! You know exactly what he's up to. Just imagining how cold his hand would feel on your stomach would be enough to grow icicles on your vines! But the next moment Moon withdraws his hands and gives you a gentle smile that makes it hard not to grin back.

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Whereas your journey during the morning had taken you through a tree-shaded forest filled with the songs of insects and birds, you now find yourselves at the edge of a wide open grassland.

The grass is so high here that it spreads up to your hips. Everywhere in the lush green you can make out little colorful splashes of the numerous wildflowers hidden among the grasses.

It's a magical sight that reminds you a little of your own homeland, which you left behind just two days ago. To your and Moon's astonishment, the transition of the borders was much less drastic in this direction. It had been much smoother and barely noticeable at first. But there had been enough hints that you had left your old territory. The lusher and more vibrant foliage of the trees. Plants that seemed familiar to you, but which you hadn't known could also bloom. The sheer number of different bugs that you had never seen before, crawling around on the forest floor or fluttering through the air. There was no doubt that you had made it to the next area and had come a little closer to your destination. Still entranced, you take a step out of the shade of the trees and it feels like you are running into a wall.

The sun is now at its highest point. Framed by a bright blue sky with not even a single cloud in sight. The heat is downright oppressive and almost hostile. Apart from the chirping of a few crickets somewhere further out in the grass, it is eerily quiet. Even the wind seems to have retreated to other parts of this land.

“Should we wait until the sun goes down?” Moon towers up next to you. His eyes narrow slightly against the dazzling light of the sun as his gaze wanders over the open terrain. The sight of him standing there wrapped in his heavy, warm coat almost makes you break out in a sweat. If he does mind the heat, he certainly doesn't show it.

You follow his gaze. Let your eyes wander into the distance. To the scattered trees and bushes that offer none to little protection. Is Moon looking for something in particular? Well, you could be mistaken. “So? What do you think?” you hear him ask.

O-oh! That's right, he asked you a question. A little embarrassed, you look back up at him and your vines bob up and down indecisively. “Well, I guess… “ you begin, going over your options in your head once more. Sure, your journey would be more pleasant in the evening, when the temperatures usually start to drop again. But it was still so long until then and in the end you wouldn't have much time before it would be too dark to continue.

Of course, you were aware that you were in no hurry. There was nothing urging you or Moon and you had already made numerous detours on your way here or paused to enjoy the scenery.

But you were also itching to explore this new area. The vast meadows with all their new and unknown flowers and other small and large wonders that they might be hiding. You didn't know why, but being here together with Moon, made your heart skip faster.

You open your mouth hesitantly. “If you don't mind, I'd like to go a little further,” you admit truthfully, feeling strangely nervous because you're not sure if you're causing Moon any inconvenience with this. Perhaps he has suggested waiting, precisely because the heat is getting to him more than he lets on or- Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a hand on your shoulder. A soft squeeze. You blink. Your eyes travel from the hand on your shoulder up the sleeve right to the face of its owner. … Since when was Moon's face so close?

Deeply leaning towards you, his eyes rest on you. “I don't mind at all. But let's at least head towards the lake,” he suggests. Towards the lake? You follow his eyes, across the meadow and westwards, where a few small groups of trees and bushes are growing in the distance. The suggestion makes perfect sense. If you were to continue in a straight line, there would be miles of open terrain ahead of you. In comparison, the route along the lake seems much more inviting. A smile darts across your lips as you realize once more what a thoughtful person Moon was. You're really grateful that he joined you on your journey.

“Yes, that sounds good. Besides, we could cool off at the lake after all that legwork,” you agree with a grin. A gentle smile appears in Moon's eyes as he slowly stands back up to his full height and - unfortunately - withdraws his hand from your shoulder. For a moment, you can still feel the faint echo of a pleasant tingling sensation that his fingers have left there.

“Just as you wish, my little duckling.” Duckling? Stunned, you stare after him as he takes the first steps ahead through the tall grass, before you come to your senses and hurry after him with quick steps. You're not sure whether your face feels so warm because of the new nickname or the heat.

-

“This way,” Moon's voice is no more than a whisper as you duck down and move quietly behind the thick foliage of the tall bushes. Your heart is still hammering as hard against your chest as if it were a woodpecker relentlessly hammering its beak against a tree. You try to somehow control the trembling in your hands by clenching them tightly together. Don't make a sound. As long as you stay close to Moon, everything will be fine. You silently watch as Moon pushes aside a few branches to peek through a gap between the leaves. Was it still there? You couldn't help but think back to the strange flickering, crimson lights between the group of trees you had headed for on your way to the lake. Something had moved along with the lights in the shadows of the trees. In a way that was unlike any animal you knew… You struggle to hold back a strangled whimper. It's all good. It's all good… A few seconds ago, Moon had grabbed you in an instant - an alarmed expression on his face - and pulled you with him to the bushes where you were seeking shelter now. You can hear footsteps nearby as you both crouch down even further. Moon turns around to face you. Putting a finger to his lips as he inches closer to your side.

-

He hates to see you so anxious. The delicate vines on your stole curled up so tightly and trembling like the thin branches in a winter storm on the verge of snapping. He needed a plan to get you out of here safely. A secure route out of this predicament. Who could have guessed that some beast was lurking out here. “It's all right. It doesn't know where we are,” he whispers quietly to you. To be honest, he has no idea what this… thing actually is. Even just now, he hadn't been able to get a good look without risking being spotted. And what little he had seen had stirred an obscure feeling of unease in him that he had never experienced before. All his instincts screamed at him to stay away. Those glowing red lights whose contours were constantly changing… He had never seen anything like it before. And if possible, he would make sure it stayed that way. If only to ensure your safety. He listens carefully to the footsteps. How they first came closer and then turned away again and became quieter. Good… Perhaps he will be able to scout out a safe path for you.

-

“Stay here. I'll have a quick look around the area to see if there's any way to avoid that thing without it noticing us again,” Moon whispers to you. You feel a lump in your throat at these words. Is Moon going to do this all by himself? The idea frightens you. He shouldn't have to do this alone… You want to make yourself useful too… “But Moon… I should also… “ you murmur in a quivering voice. However, Moon just shakes his head silently. “… don't worry about me. Everything will be fine. Promise me you'll wait here." You're still not really comfortable with that thought. But… in the end, you nod with a heavy heart. Maybe Moon is right. Maybe you would just be a drag on him. To be honest… your legs still feel so wobbly, like they're being pushed back and forth by ocean waves. If you accompany him like this, you'll just end up tripping over your own feet and risk to get caught. “ … I… “ you begin still heavy-hearted: “ … I will wait for you here. I promise… ” Moon looks relieved. You know he's just worried, but you feel terrible about letting him go off on his own. And yet… the little smile and his hand, which he gently places on your head for a moment, gives you a little bit of courage. “My brave little Snowflake… ” He says it so proudly… so lovingly. Yet you feel anything but brave. And still, you want to put on a brave face for him. To not worry him any further. “Just hold on a little longer, alright?” “Yes, just Moon… Please take care of yourself.” Just as he turns around and says: “I will” you catch a small glimpse of a smile on his lips.

-

Despite trying to sound somewhat confident earlier, you feel hopelessly lost now that Moon is gone. With your legs pulled close to your body and your arms wrapped around them, you huddle yourself into the leaves and branches to hide as best you can. Every second that passes feels like an hour. Your senses feel like they are running at full speed. Hypersensitive to every little movement or the slightest rustle of leaves around you. Hopefully Moon will be back soon… The crack of a breaking branch makes you flinch. Unconsciously, your breath catches until you realize that the sound came from somewhere behind you. On the other side of your hiding place. Moon? A passing animal? Or was it… ? You swallow hard. Carefully and as quietly as possible, you shift your weight. Slowly you get up to your knees and turn around. For a moment you hesitate. Stuck between the urge to see where the noise came from or simply to stay hidden as Moon had advised. No… It's all good. If you were careful and didn't venture too far from your hiding place, a quick look wouldn't hurt. You take a deep breath. Carefully pushing your feet off the ground and straightening up until you can peek over the edge of the bushes. Your heart almost stops when your gaze is reciprocated. With the sun in it's back, you see a tall figure towering above you. Shadows lie across their oddly shaped face and the effect is only heightened by the two lights blazing upwards on both their shoulders. You stare at each other. Neither of you moves. As if you were both frozen to stone. Too startled by the encounter to even make a sound.

-

He's the first out of you two to awaken from his stupor. A blink. And another, as if he couldn't quite believe his own eyes. What are you? He's never seen anything as strange as you in his entire life. He carefully raises his hands and pushes the top branches of the bushes a little further aside to get a better look at you. You seem so small compared to him. A bit like a frightened animal that could run away at any given moment. He finds it difficult to take his eyes off you. And actually, he doesn't want to. He's much more interested in finding out what or who you are. His upper body tilts curiously closer to you.

-

Oh dear! So much for staying hidden. And Moon still hadn't returned. But now it - or he? - had discovered you. Contrary to your earlier concerns, he doesn't look as if he's about to attack you. And… the longer you stare at each other in silence, the more you hope that the situation might not be as grim as you initially feared. Maybe… maybe he's actually quite nice? He reminds you even a tiny bit of Moon. “Uhm… well… hi?” a little shy and somewhat tense, you raise a hand and try to give him a small smile, even though your heart is about to jump out of your chest from sheer nervousness. Even your vines are trying to hide under your stole.

_

You can speak! He could hardly believe it! And the way you're standing there in front of him… So insecure and with that shy smile on your face as you look at him with your big eyes, it reminds him of a newborn fawn. Simply adorable! He absolutely needed to know more about you!

-

Before you can even react, he grabs you under your shoulders and scoops you up to the level of his own face. A broad, almost beaming grin adorns the stranger's face as he says in an unexpectedly chipper tone: "Oh my! Aren't you an interesting little fellow! What's your name, my friend?" Seems like he really is harmless after all.

TBC

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Soooooo that's Sun! Yay! His first appearance in the story! He is such a goofy goofball.

[a-narcissists-warren]

.hnm. m.,, (how long have I been asleep for..??)

(I'm still tired too, this shit isn't fair,,, ...maybe a couple more hours wouldn't hurt..)

(but i need to check up on the others... they need me.)

mm :)

(..Joelene.. you'll do it for me right? yeah.. I'll just... regret it another time.... I could go for another day long nap....)

*Afonso is dormant!*

okay cool you clicked to keep reading um so anyways (this is ooc)

I'm taking a break from answering asks for august because. I got a job🎉 like how adults do. And possibly not be as active for anonvoid when school starts again in september.

I failed 12th grade so, I'd rather focus on not failing again. Meanwhile my self-insert is gonna be hibernating while I'm gone. yup that's your lore

I'll still be keeping an eye on what's happening and reblog about it ^_^ so yay 🎉 I'll also be clearing my ask box because there's. so much unanswered asks. I'll most likely take a bunch of screenshots, show them all in one posts and then close my inbox for a bit

go bother the other peeps anon accounts ^_^ (reasonably. don't overwhelm them <\3) and keep it lively!!

thank you for reading!!!!!!! and I WILL be back!!!!!!!!!!

[chriscdcase95]

This crossover prompt crept up on me about a week ago, and now I gotta share it with you.

Spoilers for Terrifier 3 below.

When Gabbie ends up in Hell, what if it ends up being the same Hell of Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss ? And it isn’t long before her presence gets the attention of Hell’s hire ups.

Now naturally, Gabbie would ultimately end up at the Hotel…but before that, the presence of a living child in Hell is such a rarity that the Overlords (and possibly some of the Princes) squabble over Gabbie’s soul. The demon responsible for Gabbie being in Hell was seemingly destroyed, which means her soul is up for grabs, so this is more of a “custody battle” of who gets to foster Gabbie during her stay.

Some Overlords (Carmilla, Rosie, Zestial) may be somewhat altruistic about it, though the Vee’s are...less altruistic — but fold almost immediately because even both Velvette and Vox want Gabbie to have nothing to do with Valentino. So ultimately, Gabbie ends up in Charlie’s hands, leaving Charlie and Vaggie as the de-facto foster moms to a traumatized Gabbie.

Meanwhile on Earth, Sienna manages to make contact with Heaven. Sera is gob-smacked by Sienna being divinely chosen — implying that God or the ultimate force of good is above even Heaven — and Lute wants to exploit it after taking command of the Exorcists. Lute hears about Art’s exploits and what he put Sienna and her family through; propagating Art as this Calvinistic example of ALL sinners, and using Sienna as this figurehead to rally behind. Like some sort of female Doom Slayer.

While Sienna is righteous in her goals, Lute wants to exploit it, twist it and seduce Sienna into being “the righteous sword that will cleave all sinners.” Maybe Lute (partially) genuinely empathizes with Sienna due to losing a loved one, while also using that empathy to get Sienna to trust her. On the other hand, we have Emily, who tries to help Sienna heal from her trauma through compassion, understanding and trying to move past her pain. Maybe there's some sapphic undertones and subtext between the three.

So we got scenes of Sienna being trained to master her combat prowess and her angelic abilities; learning of Hell from Lute’s perspective; Lute showing Sienna Hell (mainly having her follow IMP around) as an example of total depravity; while Emily introduces Sienna to Ser Pentious as an example of the opposite. This would be juxtaposed with Charlie and Vaggie comforting Gabbie from a nightmare; Lucifer going into doting grandpa mode; Angel taking Gabbie backstage at a Verosika Mayday concert to get her autograph (Gabbie and Sienna listened to her music on Earth), etc

And then we got Art; it turns out that he spends his “hibernation” in Hell, and returns there following 3. Now during his time in Hell, Art has been planning on becoming an Overlord, but is looked down on; some because of actual standards; some because Art puts them off. But the collective answer is “This is Art we’re talking about!” The overlords meeting Gabbie and hearing her story didn’t help. On Earth, Art is a menace; in Pentagram City, he’s a small fish in a big pond.

At one point, Art has a “Sad Times Montage” set to And I Guess That’s Why It The Blues. Played for dark laughs of course.

And it’s not like Art can break into the hotel to terrorize Gabbie further; he’s nutsy but this is a rare time he has to pull his punches - Alastor's there; Lucifer's there; Nifty is there. It doesn’t help that when Art actually sees or meets Lucifer…he has this Scarlet Gospels style Broken Pedestal moment, and plans to venture into the Ninth Circle.

Art believes the demon who resurrected him to be down there, and finds a way to resurrect that demon to start an uprising against Lucifer, and bring Hell back to “The way it's supposed to be” To that end, Art infiltrates IMP in hopes of getting access to the other Circles. Depending on how Satan's portrayed in Helluva Boss, he might be the one Art is trying to reach.

As for Art's interactions at IMP, they reluctantly put up with him, with Blitzo being the only one not put off by him, but still annoyed with his antics. But, Art is a certified killing machine, so they accept his  “employment.” IMP's acquaintances aren't that fond of Art either; Fizzarolli for more professional reasons - he is an earnest clown, while he thinks Art is only in it for aesthetics; Veroskia and her posse “No, just no.” reaction to him.

Art doesn't get the results he wants from IMP, so he reaches out to other demons like Stella, Striker, Crimson, and sells them on his plans to overthrow Lucifer and back his journey into the 9th Circle. I like to think he sells these plans to them through a game of charades, not breaking his silent clown streak.

And then we got Victoria Heyes. Due to her possession and death, her soul is (unfairly) damned to Hell. But since the demon who claimed her was seemingly destroyed, that means her soul is up for grabs. As with Gabbie, she is auctioned off among Overlords to decide who had ownership of her soul; unlike Gabbie she ends up with with Velvette or Vox to work as a secretary (“Because- because it's Vee's...V...Victoria...how is it not clicking to you ?”).

On the upside, Victoria's face is restored...kinda, but she still has her own lingering trauma of what Art and the demon put her through. However, the more she adjusts to civilian life in Hell, the more she really heals and adjusts. Sort of. She still has a setback in being a secretary for either Vox or Velvette, but she still sees it as a step up from being the Entity's puppet.

So on one side of the scale, we have Sienna being groomed to lead the Exorcists to save Gabbie; as well as Emily trying to show Sienna there's another way. We have Gabbie finding some relief and healing from her trauma when she ends up in Charlie's care.

We have Victoria having something like a healing arc as she ends up having a better time in Hell than she did on Earth; and we have Art get this ATSV!Spot-like arc where he's initially considered a joke and an annoyance by Hell's hierarchy...and gradually gains more power and becomes a threat that both Heaven and Hell take seriously.

I dunno, just something that came to me in the middle of the night.

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 55: Underchallenged

Landgraab Residence

The same evening. It's 7:29 p.m. when Nancy comes home with her young son Marco. “Hi mom, you're home late today”/ "I know, but there were a few things to sort out with the neighbors. Have you eaten dinner yet?“/ ”Yes, Dad made sandwiches".

"Sandwiches? You know that white bread is hard on the stomach in the evening, Gerhard“/ ”At least it had a healthy topping with cucumber, tomato and a bit of ham. Don't worry… he won't get a stomach ache”/ ”That's the doctor talking, hn, all right. I'll put the little one to bed". … “Now just the last task”/ “why didn't you finish it earlier?”.

"Because I really wanted to look at the anthill outside after school. Did you know that ants also hibernate?“/ ”Yes, just like some other animals. Try to do your homework after school next time anyway. It's late now“/ ”I know, it's no big deal".

“No, certainly not,” Gerhard murmured quietly. His cold has now subsided, but he is still on sick leave for a few more days. That frustrated him a lot. Since he had been living with his family in Evansdale County, he had been able to practise medicine again. After all, Morgana sent him an e-mail with insights into the new patient files.

It wasn't too long ago that Marco had his birthday. For a long time there was some disagreement about the name, but at some point the name Marco came up in a conversation and it was a done deal. "No, we're going to sleep now, you must be dead tired already, you've played so much today. Tomorrow again, okay?".

Even in the recent past, Nancy was used to a different standard of living. She had a huge house, a housekeeper who took care of everything. So she was able to devote herself fully to her work. She now also has a permanent job again, but the house is a few sizes smaller. Nevertheless, she is happy to have a roof over her head at all.

It has become a ritual for Nancy and her husband to have a little chat before going to bed. Even if it's only about trivial things. “So, how are the new neighbors?”/ "oh, quite nice. We had a good afternoon and evening together. Marco certainly had a lot of fun there"

“By the way, I read on the net today that Nick wants to have a homeless shelter built, do you know anything about that?”/ "Oh yes, it's been under discussion for a while and has finally been pushed through. I know what you're thinking… He's probably joined the Samaritans now."

"But I really have the impression that he's slowly developing into a better person. He was a changed man when he came back from the trip to Hidden Springs. ". Gerhard nodded. "When I think back to the old days… You were both in the same position in your company. Oh, and you fought each other almost to the death every time, each wanting to be better than the other…“/ ”Today I don't want to be in a high position anymore. I'm fed up of having to control everything. I like my desk job".

“Your mother had a great influence on you, even after her death…”/ "Mhm…that's true. But the era of our family business is definitely over.“/ ”But you always wanted our son to take over the company at some point". Nancy smiled a little and looked towards the window. "You can see for yourself that he's not very interested in numbers… he'd rather be out in nature with Sam. I'm glad he has such a good friend".

"That's true. And he hasn't really been ill since we got here“/ ”I'm not as worried as I used to be. Tell me… Are you still having trouble with my last name?“/”No, why?“/”Well, my mother insisted that you take it so that the name Landgraab stays.".

"No, I no longer have any problems with it. on the contrary. ' "hn, Dr. Landgraab, when I'm called like this in hospital, I know that I'm taken seriously. I always wanted to be a doctor. And doctors with the name Flemming are a dime a dozen. Hn… Let's go to sleep now". Meanwhile… “I've finally caught the reind ones”

"Marco is still too little to play outside with me and Sam. I'll show him the anthill later when he's bigger. Tomorrow morning I'll release the fireflies again. I just wanted to watch them so much. Insects are really cool. Oh man, I have to sleep too, otherwise there'll be trouble, but it'll soon be the weekend again“. . In fact, two more sleeps.

Malcolm sat down on his bed and looked over at his brother again. He still remembered the day his mother told him that he was going to have a sibling. The joy hasn't changed. Only the little disturbances are sometimes a bit annoying. “Good night, Marco”. Harmonious family life with the Landgraabs. Hopefully Gerhard will soon be able to take part fully in the hospital again.

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