#this is also just for me to share thoughts and habits and tics

[marsilles]

as  i've  mentioned,  colette  has  motor dyspraxia  and  developmental verbal dyspraxia  —  which  is  an  important  part  of  my  portrayal  of  her.  below  is  just  some  stuff  incorporated  in  threads,  headcanons,  etc.  ❤️

colette's  dyspraxia  manifests  in  a  few  ways.  poor  hand  eye  coordination,  sensory  hypersensitivities  (  particularly,  this  is  sound  for  her  ---  occasionally,  touch  can  be  too  much  as  well  )  to  her  environment  and  in  part  to  this,  slow  auditory  processing,   terrible  special  awareness  (  she  has  and  will  continue  to  run  into  the  kids  in  the  hall  –  it's  why  she  avoids  it  during  most  of  the  class  changes  ,  and  the  other  ghosts  when  walking  closely  together  ),  very  very  very  little  sense  of  direction  both  physically  and  metaphorically  (  it  took  a  long  time  for  her,  even  in  life,  to  figure  out  the  layout  of  the  school  and  relied  on  a  very  specific  route  every  day  )  ,  horrendous  memory  –  both  long  and  short  term,  though  she  chalks  the  long  term  stuff  up  to.  you  know.  being  dead  for  a  decade.  “clumsy”  walking,  but  it's  just  the  lack  of  coordination  within  her  legs  and  feet  –  cannot  walk  in  a  straight  line  without  intense  focus.  lack  of  dexterity  in  her  hands  (  i  like  to  think  she  “steals”  the  football  teams  jackets  because  she  can  barely  do  zippers  on  hoodies  or  buttons  on  coats  )  ,  highly  empathetic  internally  …  but  has  a  hard  time  expressing  it  externally  due  to  her  background  for  obvious  reasons.  constant  overstimulation  due  to  the  constant  need  to  concentrate  on  various  activities  and  making  sure  her  body  moves  “correctly”.  homegirl  had  her  velcro  shoes  in  her  locker  during  prom,  just  in  case.  very  very  poor  time  management  —  she's  been  outside  all  day  and  someone's  had  to  come  out  to  get  her,  despite  it  going  from  light  to  dark  around  her. 

regarding  her  speech,  this  itself  proves  itself  a  problem  (  to  her  )  .  it's  something  she's  extremely  insecure  about.  her  stutter  is  the  most  obvious  –  it's  not  too  much,  in  her  own  opinion,  but  it  execrates  when  she's  stressed  or  in  a  situation  she  doesn't  want  to  be  in.  get's  stuck  on  “hard”  letters,  like  t,  q,  z,  or  d.  has  a  “rushed”  sense  of  conversation  -  tends  to  interrupt  or  talk  over  others,  especially  in  group  conversations.  she  grew  up  speaking  french  and  moved  to  split  river  in  middle  school,  so  she's  still  not  entirely  fluent  in  english  but  the  amount  of  media  she's  consumed  has  helped  quite  a  bit,  still  has  an  accent.  speaks  some  sign  language  but  due  to  her  lack  of  hand  -  eye  coordination,  she  lacks.  a  very  very  small  lisp  on  some  words  (  she  blames  the  accent  )  .  difficulty  knowing  if  she's  speaking  in  a  correct  tone  –  due  to  the  lack  of  communication  between  her  brain  and  the  muscles  used  in  order  to  talk,  it  takes  a  minute,  and  sometimes  it  comes  out  wrong.  can  often  be  too  quiet  or  too  loud.  jumbles  her  words  and  sounds  –  sometimes  she  starts  a  new  word  before  she  finishes  the  next  one.  words  tend  to  slur  when  she's  speaking  quickly  and  trying  to  get  her  thoughts  out  before  she  loses  the  nerve.  tends  to  pronounce  things  wrong  (  i.e,  “thor”  instead  of  “floor”),  occasionally  skirts  on  vowels.  pitch  regulation  is  indeed  an  issue  aforementioned  when  it  comes  to  volume.  focuses  too  hard  on  what  she  wants  to  say,  how  to  say  it,  that  words  can  often  get  mixed  in  the  shuffle  ("hello,  how  are  you?"  comes  out  as,  “hello,  are  how  you?”)  . 

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi I was wondering if I could have a match up please? (and thank you :))

Age: 19

Pronouns: He/It

Matchup: Scooby doo, happy potter, and Dc please

Zodiac: Libra Sun

Sexuality: Bi

Looks: I am 5 '3 and kind of lanky, I have short hair. I am slightly tan due to my Hispanic genes but not much. I tend to have RBF. My fashion sense is all over the place but I stick with black or dark clothes. I am also almost always cold.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, crafts, watching TV and gaming.

Interests: Cartoons, scary movies/stories/etc, writing, mythology, books, FNAF

Style: Mine switches but mainly, dark academia, goth, nerdy, and middle school boy.

Personality: I am an introvert and have very bad anxiety. I tend to be chatty at times and be a pessimist. I also get frustrated with things because of my ADHD and Autism. I tend to stim, have anxiety/ADHD tics, scratch my arm, and stutters. I am pretty smart but my procrastination doesn’t help that. I am also almost very tired because I have horrible sleeping habits. I have a habit of going non-verbal for times so I learned ASL. my MBTI list is INTJ/INTP

Love language: I like giving things to people since it shows my love. I can cook and bake food, give to my friends. I also am very excited about holidays because I would make gifts, cards, drawing, etc for my friends and family.

I personally like gift giving, I really like weird stuff like bones, rocks,etc. I also like words or affirmations or touch from time to time

I’m so so sorry if this is too long.

HI! Don't worry, it's not too long! Thank you for all the information you gave me, it helped a lot when finding you the perfect match! ;)

I hope you enjoy your matchups!

<333333

Romantic Matchups; Scooby Doo, Harry Potter, and DC

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Romantic;

~~~

Scooby Doo;

Velma Dinkley -

You first met Velma in a quirky, small-town library where she was researching an obscure paranormal phenomenon.

She noticed you pulling a thick stack of mythology books and couldn't resist striking up a conversation about your shared interest in the mythology and supernatural.

You were hesitant at first, overwhelmed by her somewhat shy but also confident - and rapid-fire explanations - but her passion drew you in.

She noticed while in conversation that you were stimming with a pen, and so she offered you a stress toy that she carried around 'just in case'.

Really, it was whenever Shaggy forgot his stress toys, Velma always had a few extra on her.

Velma loved how your knowledge of mythology and horror complemented her detective work.

She started asking for your input on cases, even ones where the supernatural wasn’t involved.

Yeah, it wasn't long into your friendship that she told you about her job with her other friends.

Though, she made sure that you were ready when introducing you to her friends; Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby.

You bonded over late-night study or gaming sessions.

Who knew that she actually liked video games?

She introduced you to her favorite puzzles and logic games, and you surprised her with your knack for finding unconventional solutions.

She quickly learned to recognize when you needed space or were overwhelmed, offering quiet support without pressuring you to talk.

Velma began to fall for you when she realized how deeply you cared for others, even when it hard for you to express it.

She admired how you poured your energy into making/finding thoughtful gifts for people you loved.

On your end, you couldn’t help but notice how Velma’s intelligence was matched by her kindness. She made you feel understood in a way that no one else did.

She would obviously already know ASL, so she can communicate with you if ever you go non-verbal.

Velma officially asked you out during a quiet moment at the Mystery Machine. She’d written her feelings out in a little notebook.

Dates involved exploring old bookstores, binge-watching classic horror cartoons, and even arts and crafts.

She loved the gifts you had given her - homemade bookmarks, shiny rocks, and hand-drawn cards.

And food! She loves it whenever you bake her something!

She is a sucker for your cookies!

She loves giving you things in return; a piece of a coyote jaw bone, a very cool and smooth rock, a raven feather made into a quill - with some ink for your writing.

You helped Velma organize her notes when she got overwhelmed with research, offering her snacks and tea to keep her going.

She took you on ghost-hunting adventures, letting you hang back with her equipment if you were too anxious to join the front-line sleuthing.

Velma would often give you hugs or hold your hand when she noticed you getting fidgety in social situations, her presence calming you down.

But, if you are not into hugs at that moment, she will soothe you with her kind words and soft voice.

If you don't want that, she will just sit or stand beside you, comforting you with her presence, in the peaceful silence.

She bought you a heated blanket for your always-cold tendencies and loved wrapping you up in it while you watched horror movies together.

If anyone made you uncomfortable or dismissed your stims, she’d give them a firm, no-nonsense lecture about respecting boundaries.

You’d leave encouraging notes in her notebooks, reminding her how brilliant she was whenever she doubted herself.

Knowing how much she loved mysteries, you created a mini-scavenger hunt for her birthday, with clues leading to a handmade scrapbook of your favorite moments together.

By the way, Fred, Daphne, Shaggy, and Scobby love you!

~~~

Harry Potter;

Sirius Black -

You were friends with Lily Evans and often helped her with schoolwork.

Through her, you untimely met Sirius.

Sigh.

Who initially came off as loud and intimidating to your more introverted self.

He was also quite the hindrance when you were trying to work on homework, but then again, you were also procrastinating.

Sirius found your quiet nature intriguing and took it as a challenge to get you out of your shell.

He’d sit next to you during meals or throw playful quips your way until you eventually started bantering back.

Opening up a bit took a while, he had to earn your trust.

Sirius loved dragging you into mischievous adventures, but he also respected your need for calm moments.

Which surprised you a bit because, well, he was Sirius Black.

But he was considerate, knowing when you were becoming overwhelmed or overstimulated and making sure you found a quiet place to destimulate.

He’d often sit with you in the library, pretending to study while secretly drawing funny doodles to try and make you laugh.

Sirius Black? In a library?

Never heard of that.

When he started spending time with you in the library, that's when James, Remus, and Peter started getting the feeling that Sirius liked you.

Yeah, more than a friend.

He always carried a charm or trinket you’d made for him, claiming it brought him luck during Quidditch matches.

He really likes the black dog keychain you made him, it's on his satchel bag.

Sirius realized his feelings at James and Lily’s wedding, where he saw you sitting alone, looking lost in thought. He was struck by how much he wanted to make you smile.

To be the reason for your wonderful smile...

Oof, he was hooked, smitten; he fancied you.

For you, it was the little things he did - like carrying a scarf to lend you when you got cold, buying you and him matching slippers, and when he tried baking you something for once... That made you fall for him.

After years of friendship, the transition to romance felt natural, as if it had been building up all along.

The night of the wedding, Sirius sat next to you and quietly confessed his feelings, offering you his hand for a dance.

That dance turned into a slow, heartfelt moment where everything else faded away.

He was fiercely protective, always checking in on your anxiety or making sure you had an escape plan at crowded events.

You’d spend hours curled up together, you reading while he absentmindedly played with your hair or practiced spells.

Sirius loved taking you on nighttime walks, and pointing out constellations while you shared random historical facts.

He taught you to ride a broom, holding you steady until you felt comfortable soaring on your own.

Sirius made a point of remembering your stims and comforting habits, offering distractions or grounding techniques when you were stressed.

Buys you all the pillows, blankets, and stuffies you could ever wish for whenever you are tired.

Just take a nap, and let all your worries wash away...

You defended him fiercely when people brought up his family, shutting down any judgment with calm but firm logic.

And, yeah, you know about his dog form.

Doggy pets.

Totally helps with anxiety.

~~~

DC;

Helena Bertinelli (Huntress) -

You worked with the Justice League as a coordinator for resources and information.

Helena - Huntress - initially saw you as another "desk job" person and didn’t think much of it until you helped her track down a lead she’d been chasing for weeks.

She felt kind of bad for underestimating you.

She was impressed by your efficiency and sharp intellect, but it wasn’t until she noticed your quiet confidence that she started to really respect you.

You bonded over late nights in the Watchtower, where she’d take breaks from patrols and find you engrossed in a book or crafting.

Helena appreciated how you respected her boundaries but also had a knack for offering support when she needed it most.

She’d often sit with you during your breaks, sharing stories about her latest missions while you listened attentively and asked thoughtful questions.

You started stashing snacks and warm drinks for her, knowing she often forgot to take care of herself during long missions.

Helena started to develop feelings when she noticed how deeply you cared for her well-being, even when she tried to brush it off. She admired your determination and the way you made her feel seen and heard.

You didn't see her like some of the others in the Justice League.

They didn't fully trust her because how she thought killing was justified if the person had done something incredibly horrible.

You understood her, you made her feel seen, and you knew that she was just doing what she could to get rid of the bad people in the world.

Oh, and she usually ran on revenge, they didn't like that either.

But you liked her.

:)

Basically, what I am saying, is that you supported her unconditionally, standing by her even when her methods were questioned by others, because you believed in her heart.

For you, it was her unwavering sense of justice and the rare moments when she let her guard down around you that made your heart ache for her.

The realization hit you both slowly but undeniably, like puzzle pieces falling into place.

Helena confessed her feelings one night in the Watchtower, her voice soft but steady as she admitted that she trusted you more than anyone else.

Dates were unconventional - training sessions in the gym, sneaking away to cozy diners or sharing a bottle of your favorite drink after a long day.

If you both aren't in the mood for anything crazy - as said above - the both of you would spend time reading together, watching horror movies, or even napping.

She was fiercely loyal and made a point of checking in with you, whether through a quick message during missions or a surprise visit to your office.

You helped Helena upgrade her gear, offering creative ideas that combined her combat expertise with your resourcefulness.

She is obsessed with the upgrade you gave her crossbow.

She loved reading alongside you, even if her taste leaned more toward gritty crime novels than your mythology and horror books.

Movie nights were a staple - she secretly enjoyed the cartoons and horror flicks you introduced her to, though she’d never admit it.

Helena made a habit of walking you home after work, her protective instincts kicking in every time she thought about you being alone at night.

Loves secretly leaving your gifts on your desk in your office - like cozy, dark-colored sweaters that fit your aesthetic.

She'd also surprise you with other small tokens of affection - a rare book you'd mentioned, a sleek jacket to match hers, or a plushie she saw and that reminded her of you.

She totally understands when you need to be alone, if ever. She also likes her alone time.

She also totally understands whenever you become overwhelmed or overstimulated; she has a full bin of fidget toys and craft supplies in her room whenever you need them.

Speaking more about fidget toys; Helena kept a small collection of fidget toys you introduced her to, finding them surprisingly helpful for calming her nerves after intense missions.

She’d often fidget with one while talking to you, claiming it was your fault she’d gotten attached.

[underdark-dreams]

Hi underdark-dreams!! I love your writing . Out of curiosity , do you have any advice on how to do emotional/feelings-focused writing? You’re amazing at angst and pining etc and I was wondering if you have insights you’d be willing to share with other writers <3

Whoa, thank you! 🥺 That really means everything to me to hear!! I am humbled that you asked! 

I tend to write stuff on the fly and find the emotional beats as I go, so I don’t always have specific strategies top of mind. I often don’t outline either (resist the temptation fellow writers, you WILL end up scrapping whole scenes and killing your darlings 😭) 

This ask made me realize there are a few things I do keep coming back to for angst, pining, or generally emotion-heavy scenes. Nothing groundbreaking but happy to share! [w/ examples below the cut]:

Environment

Show/tell the way your characters' emotions affect how they see their physical space, or vice versa:

A character is stressed/annoyed and every sound around them sets their teeth on edge

A character unsuccessfully pining after another one can't stand seeing happy couples

A character who's so spaced out/distracted by their thoughts that they don't notice they're standing with their mouth open, in the way, etc.

Can also use physical environment for tension: a slowly building rainstorm that reflects a buildup to a confrontation between 2 people (I just used this one!)

It also works in reverse! A beautiful day that makes a grumpy character even grumpier, for example

Silences

They can say just as much as dialogue sometimes:

Two characters getting into a heated argument, someone goes too far, and there's one of those silences that makes you cringe inside as a reader

Two characters so comfortable with each other that they don't feel the need to fill a natural lull in the conversation

Or two characters falling for each other who keep stealing glances, noticing cute things about the other, etc. without saying it aloud yet

Body language/physical hints about feelings

Your readers are smart and will pick up on these, even when the characters themselves are still clueless:

Pining examples

fidgeting when the pining object is nearby

noticing physical things about the pining object (their scent, habits, tics, hairstyle, common expressions, etc.)

being uncool when the pining object touches them accidentally (or intentionally for Teasing Reasons)

generally finding excuses to touch each other

finding excuses not to touch each other

Angst examples

carelessly tossing/shoving environment objects because they're upset

neglecting their immediate needs/wants, not caring about being uncomfortable or hungry, etc.

body aches or pains because they're stressed, angry, etc.

acting or speaking without thinking

Switching POVs if/when possible to let your readers experience multiple views

Especially great for pining. This helps provide depth and gives your readers a more complete view of the situation than either of the characters have on their own.

Which leads to that great feeling of--clearly these two like each other, why can't they just talk/fight it out/kiss! Or: clearly this character is too in their feelings and thinks things are worse than they are.

Character A: saying something without thinking and immediately feeling embarrassed/dumb/regretful

Smashcut to Character B's POV: "God they're so cute, I wish I could kiss them right now"

Ignoring grammar when you need to

Sometimes a highly emotional scene calls for a run-on sentence or two to reflect the tumultuous feelings

People don't always think or talk clearly when they're emotional

Restating thoughts in a character's internal monologue several times, growing more emphatic to show they're in the middle of figuring out something important

Using repetition, synonyms, etc. to convey strong feelings in dialogue or prose

And some general advice:

Don't feel like you have to write a fic or a chapter straight through from beginning to end. I've fallen into this trap a lot. Sometimes you get a strong idea for a scene you really want to include. Skip ahead and write it! Usually, that helps me fill in what comes before and after better than if I force myself to write scenes in order.

Thank you again for sending this question in, anon! I hope this sparks some ideas for fellow writers. And I would LOVE to hear others' strategies for writing these emotional types of fics!!

I'm planning to post more musings like this and writing snippets on my new Ko-Fi! I'll still post all my works here and on AO3, but feel free to follow me on that platform if you like this sort of behind the scenes stuff. 🖤

[mcschnuggles]

Hello again!

Normally I’ve got Steven thoughts (I still do but I’m still trying to articulate them in any readable way haha) but PLA has re-entered the mind, and with that re-entry means I’ve been thinking just a wee bit about Melli haha.

Melli having any sort of little side, whether toddler or younger, that’s a direct contrast of big him is very fun to me. Less of the “great Melli”, bombastic or snooty and a lot more anxious and closed off. Just as defensive, he’d rather no one know that he does regress. Electrode watches over him when it does find its warden little and clutching his hair with too much strength, but Melli thinks he’s “too much of a problem” when he’s little.

Little does he know (puns, I’m very silly) that the warden he shares the Highlands with, or his own leader, would be more than okay looking after him. If only he’d let them.

This is a very long ramble, goodness me haha. So sorry !!

YESSS BABY MELLI I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL!!!

i always think of that one line about how timid and quiet he was when he was younger, so for me it makes perfect sense that he'd slip back into those old habits when he regresses. I also have such a weakness for pokemon acting as cgs ouhg. i think melli would have a lot of nervous tics, tugging on his hair (like you mentioned) but also chewing on his nails and tapping his foot. I can see the little voltorbs working to try and occupy his hands. I feel like that'd be the best way to keep him from hurting himself

Also caregiver Ingo my beloved oughgouhguh CAREGIVER ADAMAN OUGH they're both so good it's hard to pick... co-parenting legends

[dafpork]

DAFFY AND PORKY THOUGHTS AHEAD I MEANT TO TYPE THIS OUT IN LIKE 5 MINUTES AND IT'S BEEN 20. OOPS.

Daffy and Porky's relationship/dynamic is so special to me but also so hard to articulate sometimes because (at least for the purposes of my headcanon for them) i DON'T think they would have a standard "confession" or be the type to be like "i love you :)" "i love you too :)" [sounds of me smacking Barbies together]. to me so much of their love or admiration for each other is unspoken. i don't think there needs to be a firing of a starting pistol to say "OKAY IT'S OFFICIAL YOU'RE IN LOVE AND ARE FREE TO DO IN LOVE THINGS". i think so much of it is just such a natural progression that doesn't really get questioned.

i don't think there's a concrete moment as to when each of them would fall for each other because i think it's been written since the start for the both of them--speaking for the purposes of my actor au, like, i imagine Porky probably would be infatuated with Daffy the moment he first lays eyes on him but it's not like a heart thumping "oh god i have a crush on you". it's "you are the most captivating and perplexing.... thing... i have ever laid eyes on and i need more of you because i need to figure out how you do this and how you exist and how you live. i need to know how somebody can talk like you and move like you. your laugh is the most beautiful sound i've ever heard. i need to see and feel and experience you more because you are unlike anyone or anything i have ever seen."

and for Daffy, he's got a similar infatuation with Porky in that he's studied all of his cartoons and thinks is mere existence is fascinating just like Porky thinks Daffy's is. everything Porky and Daffy do is the most exciting and fascinating thing to the other, in spite of these habits and tics and what have you just being totally mundane and normal to them. Daffy is in the same boat of "you amuse me, you make me laugh, you impress me, i need to get as much of you as i can because you fascinate me" but i think is less conscious of it because it never occurs to him to be conscious of this to begin with. to him, it's a given that he's infatuated with Porky, because why wouldn't he? isn't EVERYONE? whereas Porky is a little bit more "aware"/maybe hung up on/wants more answers to What Is Daffy Duck

^ this is the best way i can articulate it, except that they're both Lucy saying this to each other. but they're not saying this to each other and instead just thinking it. but i don't think they consciously know that they're thinking it. do you see my dilemma

likewise i think their love language is so much more than just the standard of "oh they kiss now". them cracking jokes and trying to get each other's goat is a love language. trying to one-up each other in performances or maybe even trying to purposefully get the other to flub their line or laugh (Daffy would be so guilty of this) is their love language. bragging about the other or maybe embarrassing the other is their love language. and, of course, they would have their fair share of tender moments because of course! but i don't think it's an "event" for them. it's just a given. there's no "well i guess we're in love now should we kiss?" because they have always been in love with each other from the moment they met, it's just that that love has evolved just like them and takes a different form than the standard conventional thought of what love is. love is asking what Porky's home life is like and how many siblings he has and what's your favorite cartoon and what's that on the wall and can i have your autograph. love is being knocked off your feet hearing Daffy's laugh for the first time. love is shooting silent reaffirming glances of "wow look at you" on set. love is trying to make Porky flustered and angry and embarrassed and laugh at the way his face gets all red and his nostrils flare and getting him to mutter at you under his breath. love is going to every single one of Daffy's rehearsals and shows and watching him on TV in the comfort of your own home as he performs live, long after your heyday has been considered over. AUUUUUUUGH. i think i struggle with more standard "shippy" things for them because their dynamic is so much more than that and every single thing they do for each other is an act of love whether they know it or not, and it often doesn't read as love to a bystander. god. oooooooooooooooooooooooooghhhhhhhhhhhhhh they are so real to me it's excruciating you guys

[dokifluffs]

Oh This Should Be Good | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Sakusa X Reader (female) 

Genre: fluff, comedy?

Author’s Note: @makeusfreefromthisfandom and I are doing a seasonal challenge where we give each other prompts! You can read her’s here to the prompt I gave her! and here, you can obviously read mine with the prompt she gave me: 

“Ahaha this is random but imagine his daughter asking him where babies come from 😭“ 

Also note: I like to write Sakusa as if he’s getting help with his germaphobia like slowly over time, as challenging as it is, he’s trying to change and be better with people he loves and cares about like his partner and perhaps offspring. Even though this would be kind of out of his canon character, I like to write him like this so he’s a more flexible character to write for.  

Warning: Timeskip spoilers ah ha ha, parents, kids, married characters 

D/N = Daughter’s name

gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛

“Daddy!” Sakusa and your little girl ran towards her father, grabbing a hold of him around the waist as he stepped into the living room, finally getting a rare day off now that baby number two was on their way

“Morning, pumpkin,” he stifled a yawn as he patted her back, messing with her hair up before she let go of him in a fit of giggles, following him

“Will you play with me today?”

“What do you mean, I always play with you,” he slid down on the wooden floors, making himself comfortable as he leaned back against the couch, now at the same eye level with his precious jewel

All she could do was smile as bright as the sun, her laughter echoing throughout the living space as the sunlight poured in

She truly was such a little angel, it amazed Sakusa still to this day how far he and his growing family was coming

Naturally, his smile matched hers

He relaxed as he let the day go by, his daughter playing around him, playing with her toys, occasionally watching the cartoons

“What are you doing?” She leaned into his side as he wrapped an arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall or slip in any way as she peered at what he was doing

“I’m just-“ but before he could answer, his phone rang as he faced himself in his pwn phones reflection

He could see the visible relaxation and smile disappear as soon as he saw the contact names

“Don’t answer #1, Don’t answer #2, and don’t answer #3”

Despite their contact names, he still answered, internally praying that he wouldn’t regret this call

“Oi Hinata, you were right, I owe ya five bucks since he answered,” Atsumu’s accent sounded over the call

“Sakusa, hey hey hey!” Bokuto the bright star called through the phone

“Uncle Bo!” Your daughter jumped against her father as she held onto his wrist until Sakusa lowered the phone, letting her see her “uncles”

Though he never agreed to let them be her uncles

“Oh! Mini Sakusa!” All three of their eyes twinkled as they all beamed looking to your guys’ daughter as if she was their own

“What do you guys want?”

“So cold, Omi~” Atsumu whined. “You haven’t been at practice for so long, the scrimmages haven’t been the same.”

“But it’s also nice not to worry about blocking or trying to dig Sakusa’s nasty cut shots cause of his wrists…” Hinata smiled looking relieved

“Oh! How’s Y/N’s pregnancy? Did you guys find out the gender yet?” Bokuto chimed

“She’s doing alright and no, we wanted it to be a surprise..” Sakusa replied

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Sakusa looked to her as she now made herself comfortable in his lap as he leaned forward, putting the phone down

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close

“Where’s mommy?”

“She’s-“

“Right here~” you waddled down the hall, your hair and clothes disheveled, unknowingly disrupting sakusa

“Mommy!” Your little girl sprung from Sakusa’s lap, making her way to you, latching her arms around your belly as best as you could

“Careful, D/N,” Sakusa worried seeing how she ran up to you, trowing your arms against her belly

“Why?” She held onto your hand as you walked toward the couch Sakusa leaned himself against before you lead her to sit down in his lap once again

“Oh, the Jackals. Hi guys,” you waved as you laid yourself down on your side on the couch, your head

“Y/N!” They all chimed, as if they all shared the same brain cell

this only confirmed Sakusa’s theory the more they said or did things simultaneously

“How’s pregnancy?” Atsumu chimed as he clearly lounged about in his own apartment

“Tiring,” you spoke just loud enough for the phones mic to catch what you said as you looped your arm around his shoulders, reaching for his hand to which he linked together

“But a lot more manageable since we know what to expect,” you yawned into your shirt, a habit you picked up from being with Sakusa

He used to cringe and shy away at your touch but now he didn’t even think twice about yours or D/N’s

“Hm, we’ll be uncles for more kids,” hinata beamed

“We didn’t even say-“

“The best uncles,” you nudged Sakusa’s shoulder playfully to which he just sighed, squeezing your hand in return

“Speaking of tired, why aren’t you sleeping in bed?” Sakusa turned his head, letting it rest on the edge of the couch as you brought your hand through his hair

“I didn’t want to sleep alone, plus it sounded so fun out here, how could I miss out on all the fun?” You reached down, booking your daughter’s nose as she stared at you

And then your belly

“Daddy?” She stood in between his legs as all the adults watched, curious at her next words

“Where do babies come from?” She stared with her wide eyes at Sakusa as you snickered, burying your head into his shoulders, eyes heavy

Atsumu choked on the water, doing a small spit tic as Hinata paused his game to laugh

Bokuto erupted into a big fit of laughter, enough to wake Akaashi beside him before he shushed him, cuddling him back to sleep but this is a different story

“Oh this should be good..” you laughed as all eyes fell upon Sakusa, the laughter dying down and being held in his teammates’ mouths as they awaited 

“Uh...” Sakusa’s mind raced as he panicked 

he knew this question would come up at some point 

but not like this 

at least not now 

your eyebrow raised naturally as sakusa’s breathing picked up 

“Next question...” he changed the subject, not ready to answer 

“But what about babies? How did one get in mommy’s tummy?” 

“Yeah, omi, how?” you joined in on the fun only to be on the receiving end of Sakusa’s famous glare that only softened for you after a second 

Now sakusa really regretting answering the call 

“It’s a secret, you’re not old enough to know yet,” Sakusa evaded 

“Aw, but-” 

“Next question, pumpkin,” He looked to her as if pretending it was just the two of them, parting her raven hair, ticking it behind her little ear

“Oh Omi, your ears are so adorably red and hot,” you teased, brushing your finger along the back of his bright red ears, purposefully pointing them out as the jackals laughed too 

the day continued with good memories as were made

He never thought he would feel this way in his life but

If he told himself 4-6 years ago that he would be married, let alone go on a date with someone and actually tolerate them, he wouldn’t have believed himself

but now he was grateful that you had crossed his path

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[january31st]

I show up to the party just to leave (Venable x reader)

Summary: After a long time of not seeing each other, your brother invites you to his birthday party.

A/N: Title from Amoeba by Clairo. Her new album is like salt on an open wound, but in the softest way possible, and I love it :'). This has been in the drafts for a month and it was supposed to be a quick one to get me out of a slump :/ oops i guess (also i have no idea what this is or how we got here)

The reader doesn’t know about the whole selling their souls to the devil thing

Warnings: Drug addiction, overdose and hospital mentions. 

Masterlist

~1800 words

The brightness inside Kineros was somehow even worse than outside in the California heat. Its whiteness and clean, modern look took you by surprise, given that your brother’s room back home used to be a mountain of unwashed dishes and dirty clothes, his PC setup the only thing you could look at without getting a headache. 

“This.... is insane Jeff” you said as you took your sunglasses off, squinting very hard.

“I told you! I don’t know what’s so hard to believe about it. The whole multi-million company thing wasn’t convincing enough to make you believe this place is nice?” He said as he led you around to his office.

“Well, I’m just saying that coming from you I expected more of a nerd bunker than a sci-fi spaceship”

“Are your standards really that low Y/N?” he said with his hand on his chest, pretending to be deeply offended.

“Yeah, in the beginning you bragged for months about your Van”

“Oh but you can’t say that a company on the move isn’t cool”

“Sure” you said, shifting your attention to the woman in purple sitting behind the desk.

“Hi, you must be Ms.Venable! I’m Y/N, Jeff’s sister.” You said with your hand stretched out in front of you.

She looked from you to Jeff, and then at your hand, considering whether she should take it or not. Slowly, with the help of her cane, she stood up and shook it.

“And I hear you would be joining us to prepare for tomorrow, although I’ve told Mr. Pfister I have it handled.” She said, shooting your brother a menacing look, but you were too distracted by the feeling of her gloved hand still in yours. Had someone turned off the AC?

“I know Ms. Venable, I just had to show her the place before the party so she would believe it is nice. And by having her help get things ready she would know we didn’t mess things around to make it look better than it is” He said, and when you managed to shift your gaze away from her you noticed how Jeff looked. Someone finally taught him respect?

“If I had met Ms.Venable before, maybe I wouldn’t doubt how nice it is.”

“If you hadn’t left home for so long, maybe you would know more about the company”

“If you didn’t have so much blow up your nose all the time back then, maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to run away!” 

“Awww family reunions are so cute” You turned to the circle door on the left side of the room to see your brother’s work partner leaning against it and looking at you two with a pout.

“Oh… hey Mutt” 

“How is my favourite Pfister doing? I can’t believe how long it has been since I’ve seen you bro!” He said giving you a hug you did not expect.

“Hey! What the hell? Your favourite Pfister? Really? Stop flirting with my sister, asshole” said Jeff.

“I’m not! But it’s true, your sister is the best. Back then before we even dreamt of Kineros, the three of us would have so much fun!” Mutt answered, his arm still around your shoulders.

“Yeah I guess, before you two started your bullshit in between the lines” you said, scratching at your nose.

“Oh, speaking of flirting, how is that girlfriend of yours doing?” Jeff asked.

“Girlfriend? What… Ah. Yeah, well- she..” You laughed “ I swear I can’t make this shit up. Has it been that long since we spoke really?” The topic was making you even more uncomfortable, and you noticed that Ms. Venable was looking at you with an almost curious look? Was it? She was hard to read.

“Well, would you believe it, she fell in love with your dear coke instead.” Jeff looked at you as if he had just broken your favourite toy.

“Yea she just dumped me a while back and hit the streets. I tried to look for her, but she was just gone. I have no clue if she’s even alive.”

“Shit Y/N I’m sorry” Jeff said.

“Are you? Or are you still sniffing lines like a mad man?” 

“Technically not lines no.” He said, smiling at Mutt knowingly.

You took his arm from your shoulders. “So you’re telling me that if I punch your ass right now it wouldn’t be snowing in here?”

When he didn’t answer with anything other than laughter you went on “It’s not funny! None of this is funny Jeff! Not now, and not that time I had to take your ODing ass to the ER! And not on all those times you were in withdrawal!”

He only laughed more, and said “It would be hell if that happened again!”

“Jeff! Have you-”

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but the last of the decorations for tomorrow are just arriving.” said Ms. Venable. And despite her low voice, all three of you went silent.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You worry too much”

“What?” You asked through the pen you were chewing at, with your back still turned to her from the top of the chair, as you exchanged the regular lightbulb with a colorful one from the box you were holding.

She didn’t repeat herself for a while, as if she regretted saying anything in the first place. The past hour or so you had barely exchanged more than a couple words, her impassive looks making you assume she just didn’t like you.

“You worry too much about him.” She said, her voice loud and clear this time.

You stepped down from the chair placing the white bulb on the box she was holding with one hand. Thinking about your brother now made something clench on your stomach. To hide how hard it was to find an answer for her, you went to write a check on the lighting part of your to-do list.

“How could I not?” You asked.

“I must admit his lifestyle is… interesting. But it seems to have worked to bring this company to where it is today.” She said.

“I know he’s your boss, but you don’t have to doll-up how things are around here. And don’t give him more credit than he deserves, he is cocky enough about it.” after a pause you added “I know that if it were up to him, he would still be assembling robots amidst his dirty socks. It doesn’t take much to realise who’s behind everything that isn’t necessarily robots here.”

You reached for the box she was holding to go put it away, and noticed she was standing as still as a statue. Grabbing it from her with the ghost of a friendly smile on your face you went on, since she didn’t seem to know how to answer you this time.

“He used to say it helped him think and work better. And maybe it does but as his sister I can’t just ignore it and pretend I’m okay with it. He never takes things that matter seriously.”

“Before we got here I- for some stupid reason- actually thought he stopped it. He isn’t like he was before. Something has changed about him.”

“It has.” She said. “I think his dedication to the job put him in his tracks somewhat. Whatever his tracks are” She added with a smirk.

Giggling at that, you said, holding the checklist for her to see “Now that we´re done, how about we go get a snack and talk about something that doesn’t involve dumb and dumber or their tragic hairstyles?”

Fighting back a smile, she guided you somewhere you could eat, and said “I’m glad you don’t have a bowl cut too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the first hour or so Jeff introduced you to random people at the party, none of them getting much of your attention at all. Fancy and famous people, and though it was hard to believe seeing your brother around them- their nice suits next to his striped shirt, jeans and hoodie- you didn’t feel astonished at all. You felt crushed by everyone around you and took every opportunity to avoid dull conversation.

Some of them were surprised to meet you, to see how his casualty wasn’t a trait you shared, and given that you knew this would be a somewhat big party you did, in fact, dress up to the occasion. You decided to wear a nice blazer over a silk lingerie type shirt, straight legged pants and heels, hair slicked back and makeup dark and bold. Anywhere else you would look out of place, but here you managed to melt into the rest of the well dressed crowd. Thankfully that worked to your advantage so you could be away from the center of attention.

On the quick calls you did have, your brother never failed to gloat about his life and how great things were, and a part of you hoped blindlessly that it would mean he left his bad habits behind. Though now as you stood under the coloured lights it was more than obvious that he wouldn’t change, and all the bad memories from his addiction came back to you at once. Overwhelmed by your thoughts and the ambient itself, you made your way to the outside of the building unaware of the tic-toc of a cane following you.

“Where are you going?” her voice pulled you back to reality.

“I don’t know. Just away from this” you said, hand waving in the air. Then you took a second to look at her, as formally dressed as the day before, lilac suit and all, only her expression had changed. Though you knew she would never admit it, her face was contorted in a plea, almost begging for you to stay.

“I thought he changed. I really did. Like a foolish fucking child.”You blurted out.

“You don’t have to leave like this.” She stated, sounding disinterested despite herself.

“I do. I really do.”

“I never come to these events… I hate these people just as much as you do.” You narrowed your eyes at her, waiting for the rest of it, and when it didn’t come you asked “What made you come this time?”

After a long pause she said “I was surprised to meet you. I would never believe your brother had someone as… prudent and sensible in his life.” Another pause. “I’m trying to say don’t leave m-” She stopped herself.

“Then take me somewhere” You said without thinking, looking straight into those brown eyes as they seemed to soften. And for the first time her face twisted into what was definitely, unmistakably, a smile, and all you could do was smile right back.

“Come along then”

[jasmariswonderland]

For Secrets Ask 📒📔💃🐇🌜 for Yuulan, Farron, Taima, and Danica. Sorry it's so long.

(A/N: Lowkey, long asks are my fav. I just need a little extra time to finish them. 😊)

OC Secrets Ask Here

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

Yuulan's Diary Entry ~ November 30th

Saw Tsunotaro again this evening. He seemed in low spirits but when I asked him what was wrong, he wouldn't tell me but he did ask me something kinda odd. He asked me if I were to have a birthday party, would I invite him. I told him my birthday already passed but if I were to have a party, of course, I'd invite him. That seemed to make him happy and we went on our usual evening walk together. I guess there was something he wasn't invited to and that's why he's feeling down. I get it, it sucks feeling left out of things and I usually feel very left out around here since I can't use magic or fly on a broom. I don't know how much Tsunotaro knows about me or my situation, but I think I'm gonna keep that to myself for the time being, who knows what he'd think if he knew how useless I really am. But I do think I'll invite him for tea sometime soon, hopefully.

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

Yuulan doesn't really keep a sketchbook but she does doodle a lot in her notebook. Most of her doodles consist of drawings of Grim, random patterns and designs and Mickey.

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

For reasons unknown to her, Yuulan has strong proficiency in languages. This is a holdover from her Scala training as one thing she was taught was various languages used in the different worlds outside her home. She's able to pick up on languages pretty easily and understand words only after hearing them a few times.

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

Not sure how much of a "secret" it is, but Yuulan is very attached to the holiday card Malleus gave to her, ESPECIALLY after she realized the truth about his identity.

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

Chewing on the tips of her braids when she's anxious or deep in thought. She's pretty good about not doing this in public but when she's back in her room, she does this a lot. Surprisingly, Grim has never seen her do this.

Everyone else's under the cut! ❤

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

Farron’s Diary Entry ~ October 24th (His Freshman Year)

I think I just made a very big mistake. That mockup I made for Vil-san’s new stage outfit, he found it. I was foolish and left it on the dressform right in front of the closet in our club meeting room, thinking no one would stop by after we were done meeting for the day. Well, I expected him to be extremely critical of my work since it was, really, ametrauish at best. But to my surprise, he said it was adequate and, even more surprisingly, that I have a lot of potential! I’m supposed to have a chat with him tomorrow afternoon, no, this is bad bad BAD! I’ve done well so far not drawing attention to myself, what if Vil-san decides I should be a part of the Film Research Club as MORE than an assistant?! Oh Sevens, I don’t want to think about it! And I don’t want a repeat of middle school, I just want to sew in peace without worrying about judgement. Is that so much to ask?

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

Unlike Yuulan, Farron does keep a sketchbook, filled with designs of outfits he’d like to create in the future. He mostly draws his outfits modeled by either Vil or Sidonie.

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

Singing, most of his friends know he plays piano very well but he can also sing too. (seriously, have you heard his voice claim sing?! Farron could have easily been part of the NRC tribe if he wanted to!) But his reserved nature keeps him from showing off this talent and plus he’d rather be known for his fashion design. Also, Pomefiore already has enough songbirds.

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

Farron has a signed photo of Vil that Vil personally autographed for him at a fan event a few years before they started NRC. Farron is unsure if Vil actually remembers meeting him and lowkey, he kinda doesn’t want to ask since they’ve developed a very amiable, borderline queerplatonic relationship. But Farron did bring the photo with him to NRC and held onto it during orientation, as a goodluck charm since he really wanted to be sorted in Pomefiore. And it looks like the charm worked.

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

Not really a “weird” habit per say, but each morning when Farron wakes up, he begins his morning by whispering affirmations to himself. He’s done this since beginning NRC in order to help with his confidence.

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

Taima’s Diary Entry ~ November 5th

Well that sucked more than it had to. Classes A and D had joint P.E. again today which meant having to once again deal with the cabbage-head! Ugh! Why is he so…so…just thw way he is?! Ever since the spelldrive tournament, he has been pestering me about apologizing to him. For what, I have no idea since it’s his own damn fault Scarabia came in last! I really tried to ignore him but Ace decided to be a jackass and invite him to stretch with us. He knows we’re always at each others throats and I think it’s just entertainment for him. When he wasn’t berating me for my form, or being a human, he was openly comparing me to Malleus. Such an unfair comparison since, after all, I AM human and Malleus-sama is an all-powerful fae prince! Ugh why is he like this?! But I will admit, even if Sebek does get on my last nerve, he’s at least entertaining. And Epel let me in on a secret: Sebek is half-human himself! So I dare him to call me human again in an insulting way, I’ll have such a surprise waiting for him!

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

Taima doesn’t really keep a sketchbook but she does doodle a lot in her notebook, mostly chibis.

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

Taima can play the harp a little, something she picked up from her mother. She’s pretty good with it but she’s also not much for playing intsruments and would rather leave that to Lilianne, preferring dancing.

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

Now, absolutely NO ONE knows about this, but Taima has a little plush frog from her childhood that she still sleeps with. She keeps it hidden in a special drawer in her room and takes him out whenever she’s stressed or about to sleep. It was a toy one of her aunts gave her when she was a baby and she’s still attached to it. 

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

Giving people secret names/nicknames. Kind of like how Rook and Floyd give people nicknames but Taima keeps all of her nicknames for people to hearself or in her phone’s contact list. 

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

Danica’s Diary Entry ~ December 30th

Today was my last day in Sunset Savanna. All in all I had a fun time and it was nice seeing Lili again. But I saw someone else there too. Me, her and Taima were hanging out in the marketplace this afternoon and guess who we saw? Rook-san! We ran into Rook! He said he was home for the holiday too, idk for some reason I thought he was from Shaftlands like me and Vil. Either way, Taima and Lilianne convinced me I should hang out with him this evening so we did. We went to his family’s villa but we were the only ones there, we talked a lot. Somehow I felt less anxious being around him like this than when we’re at school. It’s easier thinking of him as just another guy and not my vice dorm leader. I did notice him staring at me a lot. He...really has such pretty eyes, and a very kind smile. He smiles a lot, but something about how he smiles at me is very…very…

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

Unfortunately, Danica doesn’t keep a sketchbook, according to her, she is artistically challenged and rarely draws.

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

Danica wouldn’t really consider this a “talent” but she fancies herself something of an ameatur poet. She has a separate journal for writing her verses but considering she’s already very bashful about her known skills, she’d rather this hobby be kept to herself.

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

Her music box, I’ve mentioned it once before but Danica has a music box that her sister gave to her on her 12th birthday, a few months before she died. She listens to it when she’s alone in her room and this is the song it plays.

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

One weird habit Danica has is always arranging her items by color because according to her, that makes it easier for her to match things. Many of her accessories, jewelry and school supplies are set aside in separate containers based on their color.

[nyxicnymph]

Another Time and Date???

Chasulia Oneshot.

@disfordevineaux

@oqxy

@of-scars-and-roses

@sleepymochasloth

@redcxackles-backup

@catintheback

@justanotherpsych00

All Julia Argent knew about her soulmate was that they appeared to be forgetful, or had no access to pen and paper. Scrawled addresses and dates had appeared on her hand nearly daily from her sixteenth birthday. The handwriting had evolved, but it was still a scrawl across her tiny palms.

So Julia wore gloves.

It wasn't like she was embarrassed by her soulmate, far from it. They'd never tried to communicate, but that didn't bother her. Julia believed one should not force destiny.

When the addresses started matching up with certain historical treasures and museums, Julia had a bit of a panic. The same targets that Carmen Sandiego were hitting were only showing up on her hand only hours before the raids.

Sure, Carmen Sandiego was hot, but... she was an international superthief, for God's sake. And Julia just wasn't that attracted to her, no matter what outsiders may think.

But then Carmen started leaving her handwritten notes, after they'd partnered up a few times, to Chief's bemusement. And Julia sighed in relief. Carmen wrote in elegant cursive, not an untidy scrawl.

That didn't solve the mystery, but it knocked one suspect off the list.

"Eh, Miss Argent, you appear to be lost in your thoughts?" Devineaux asked her as he tapped her shoulder.

Julia flinched in surprise. "Oh, just a personal mystery. It has nothing to do with our work."

Devineaux frowned. "But if it is occupying your thoughts, you will not be in the right mindset to work, no?" He grabbed a chair from nowhere and sat in it, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped under his chin. "Is it a mystery you are willing to share?"

Julia smiled slightly at the sight before her. Devineaux had grown from an arrogant, dismissive coworker to a steady and reliable friend for her. She sat down as well and took a deep breath.

As close as Devineaux was to her, you don't just talk about soulmates with anyone. Soulmates were a sensitive topic.

"It is my soulmate. Specifically the way our mark works. My soulmate mark is the ink mark, and my soulmate, they must be forgetful or in a habit of writing on themselves. As of the last several months, or year, several of the addresses..." Julia sighed, and removed her glasses to wipe them off in a nervous tic. As she replaces her glasses, she continues, "Several of the addresses lined up with places we have gone in our attempts to capture or work with Carmen Sandiego. At first I thought maybe my soulmate was her, but her handwriting is completely different. Yet the addresses continue to show up."

Devineaux's eyes had steadily grown wider and wider during Julia's small monologue. He cleared his throat. "So, is it maybe one of her comrades? Or someone here at ACME?"

Julia shook her head. "I don't know. But I have a plan. I've never communicated with them, through the connection, but with all these coincidences, I'm about to. I have to. I have to know who they are, Devineaux."

Devineaux nodded and stood. "I hope you find them, Miss Argent." He exited her work area, and made his way outside.

Having exited the building, he leaned against the wall, shaking slightly. He raised his left hand to eye level, and slowly, finger by finger, removed the glove that had been covering it.

He had just written down the address this morning, due to a tip from some of Carmen's contacts.

Devineaux never thought about soulmates, since he didn't have a visible soulmark. But suddenly, after Julia's words, Devineaux was anxious.

What if he had offended, oppressed, and hurt his soulmate?

But you've also learned from your mistakes, apologized, and stepped away from those hurtful behaviors, another part of his mind whispered.

Devineaux clutched his head in confusion and anxiety. He allowed himself two minutes of agonizing, then he stood up tall, replaced his glove, smoothed his hair, straightened his jacket, and returned to his work.

<Timeskip: Next Day>

Julia lowered the pen, only to pull it back. She had been so determined to do this, so ready to finally meet this person, only for her nerve to fail her now? She shook her head and pressed her lips together in determination. She raised the pen again, and placed it firmly on the back of her hand.

I believe it is time for us to meet.

She then gave the address of the café where Chief liked to go in the mornings, and set a time for their meeting, and set the pen down. She stared at her hand for a few minutes, breathless. Finally, the scrawl appears.

I will be there.

Julia released the breath she'd been holding. They were coming. She'd finally meet her soulmate and find out about the addresses and mysteries.

She might even feel less stressed.

She pulled her glove back on and pulled out her laptop, satisfied. They'd meet around noon, if all went well.

Devineaux looked at the back of his hand, shocked, and scared. He didn't have any proof, but if this was just a coincidence, it was an uncanny one.

He pulled the glove back on and resumed his work, though his eyebrows were closer knit than usual. He looked up at a gentle knock, however, less then two minutes later. Julia was standing there nervously.

"Ah, Miss Argent, come in!" He said, putting on his regular Chase facade.

"Devineaux," she began, "I did it! I'm meeting my soulmate for lunch today!"

Devineaux's head swirled, and a lump grew in his throat. He should tell her, but he couldn't get the words out. All he could manage was a weak, "That sounds lovely."

Julia was normally an observant woman, but she was in a daze, and couldn't quite see the tempest in Devineaux. She couldn't see his internal conflict with himself, a conflict that was growing stronger by the second. She just couldn't.

Julia walked around Devineaux's desk, and gave him a hug. "Thank you for being so supportive of me. Not just with this, but with everything. Ever since Egypt, you've become one of my best friends. No, you are my best friend now. And I couldn't be more grateful."

Devineaux returned her hug, his knowledge pressing on his tear ducts, but he swore not to cry. Not then.

"You showed me my errors, Miss Argent. You, and your perspective, changed me for the better." Oh, how he wanted to call her Julia, then. But he couldn't. That wasn't his place. Not yet.

Julia stepped away. "Now, I must go. I have some things to finish up before I leave. Thank you, Devineaux."

He nodded as she turned and left, a slight spring in her step. Devineaux looked down at his desk, noting a drop. The tears weren't tears of sadness, nor joy. They were tears of conflict, and tears of shame that he had been unable to tell her then and there.

He wiped the teardrop of the desk, and returned to his papers. Like Julia, he had several things to accomplish before their lunch. He would not be working through his lunch break today.

Julia tapped the last of her papers together, and looked at the clock. She swept the papers into her desk, and stood up. She was about to leave her area when she looked at a vase on her desk. There was a small flower on the edge of the arrangement she had placed in it, and she pulled it out. Her hair had grown out a bit, but she thought the primrose might still be a nice touch. She placed it gently behind her hair, and smiled, pleased by the effect.

Devineaux waited for Julia to exit the building before hurriedly shoving all his stuff in a briefcase and shoving it into the desk. He stopped by a mirror in the hall and tried to fix his hair, but stopped. It wouldn't change how Julia viewed him. She already knew almost everything about him, or at least his personality.

And his messy grooming habits.

Devineaux internally flinched. If today went well, if she accepted him, he resolved to improve his hygiene and grooming. And double check the toothpaste tubes.

He still hated VILE for that one.

He made his way to the cafe, and stopped just outside. His breath caught in his throat.

She was there. A primrose in her hair, and a radiance around her that just made her shine. He backed away for a moment.

He just realized that he was in love with Julia Argent.

He straightened his coat, hoping she wouldn't be disappointed in him. He walked in with a group of other people. Even from a distance, he could tell that, despite her glow, Julia was anxious. After a glance at his watch, Chase knew why.

He was seven minutes late.

Chase felt his heartrate go up drastically, and he wasn't sure if he'd make it to Julia. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, and placed it on his hand.

Try not to be disappointed.

Julia raised an eyebrow at the message, but also understood. She gasped in surprise when a hand was gently placed on the table in front of her. She looked down at the messages, which mirrored hers exactly, then followed the limb up, past a familiar jacket, to a very familiar face.

Chase Devineaux smiled weakly. "Surprise?"

He sat down heavily and placed his forehead on the table, the anxiety from earlier leaving him exhausted. Julia stared at him, her brain whirling.

"Wait, you're my soulmate?!" She mumbled, still in shock.

Chase lifted his head up. "I wanted to tell you earlier, when you walked in, but I just could not! I give you my deepest apologies, Miss Argent."

Julia looked at him, still processing, but the pieces are starting to click. "No, no, I don't think you should apologize. Something about fate. It's strange like this." She looked at her delicate hand, then placed it on Devineaux's rougher and larger one. "And fate didn't want me to know then, I'm sure."

Devineaux looked away. "But, Miss Argent, how can you trust me now?"

Julia looked at him quizzically. "You've saved my life, and grown into someone I can trust with anyone. Devi-" She stopped, swallowed, and continued. "Chase, how could I not trust you?"

Chase looked at her again, wonder on his face. Hardly anyone called him Chase. "I thought you would hate me, or even worse, ignore me."

Julia sighed. "I could never. We're partners, remember?" She held up her hand. "Forever, I suppose."

Chase cracked a grin, and leaned back, running a hand over his face. "It's like a weight has been lifted from my chest, thanks to you, Miss Argent."

"Julia," she corrected, and he nodded.

"Of course. Julia."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Julia's eyes widened and she covered her mouth. Chase glanced over in concern.

"Julia?"

"I friendzoned you!"

Chase just leaned back and laughed.

<End>

[miraculousluvbug]

WINGLESS | Ch. 7

***New to Wingless? Start at Chapter 1!

CH. SUMMARY: After Chat learns Ladybug told Rena her identity, Plagg's solution is simple: tell someone he's Chat Noir so they're even! Duh.

Unbeknownst to the three wicked stooges, Paris’s favorite cat boy sat perched upon a rooftop adjacent to the mansion, ogling the interaction between his father, his trusted assistant, and his absolute least favorite person in the entire world.

Next to Hawk Moth, of course.

As they tittered and conspired in the darkness, Chat Noir narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t help but find the whole thing . . .

Shady.

“Claws in.”

Plagg whizzed out of the ring and looked up at his holder with sad kitten eyes. Adrien avoided making eye contact, practically drilling a hole into the ground with the intensity of his glare. He hugged his knees to his chest and picked at his shoelaces.

“That was pretty rough, kid.”

Adrien sniffled and roughly smeared away his tears with the back of his hand.

“I was hoping her explanation would make me feel better, Plagg.”

Adrien hugged his knees tighter.

“But it made me feel so much worse.”

“Oh, Adrien,” Plagg crooned, shoulders drooping. He hesitated for only a second before flying to Adrien’s shoulder and nuzzling his holder’s neck.

“She doesn’t want to know me, Plagg. Am I really that bad?”

“Not at all. I already told you that no other Chat Noir could be you. I meant it. You’re the best Chat Noir I’ve ever had.”

Adrien’s sniffles quieted, but the tears persisted. He had no idea how to stop them now that they had started. With gut-wrenching envy, Adrien watched the person he hated most engage in chit-chat with his father as if it was the most casual occurrence. The man even went as far as sharing whatever was on his tablet, a feat Adrien had been trying to accomplish since before he could remember. His father always claimed to be private, unwilling to share any kind of imperfect designs with his own son.

But there Lila was. Conversing with his father more than he himself had in the past week.

And Ladybug had given her most sacred secret to Rena Rouge.

Was he invisible?

He felt so small.

Lost at sea.

A blip in the turbulent waters that no one knew was missing.

He was a boy overboard with no life raft. And no one knew to look for him.

His soul was cold and his heart felt numb.

“You know what?” chirped Plagg suddenly, snapping Adrien out of his spiral. “Ladybug is the new Guardian, right?”

Adrien nodded hesitantly. Where was he going with this?

“What’s her only rule?”

“We can’t know each other’s identities.”

Plagg hovered in front of Adrien’s eyes and flipped onto his back, making a show of nonchalance. If this was gonna work, Plagg had to make the kid think it was kind of his own idea. “Who can’t know each other’s identities?”

Adrien was unamused. To him, Plagg was beating a dead horse.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Plagg popped open one eye. He didn’t need to open both for Adrien to see the blatant impishness in them.

“So Ladybug and Chat Noir can’t know each other’s identities. What about . . . other people?”

The blonde ball of despair perked up, hair bouncing into his eyes, though they immediately narrowed at his Kwami’s scheming.

“But Master Fu--”

Plagg interjected, “--who isn’t the guardian anymore.”

Adrien blinked.

Kwamis, Plagg was so close to convincing his kid to be selfish for once. He just needed a push! A hefty, premeditated shove off the Fu-forsaken cliff!

“It’s like I’ve always said. Beg for forgiveness, not for permission.” Plagg folded his little paws across his chest, floating right up to Adrien’s nose. Adrien went cross-eyed trying to maintain eye contact. “Ladybug told Rena. So the question is: who’s Chat Noir going to tell?”

“It’s--” Adrien spluttered. “It’s risky, Plagg!”

“And so is being depressed,” Plagg snarled back, surprising Adrien. “Any other person gets minorly inconvenienced and akumatized, who saves them? You--” the Kwami jabbed a paw into Adrien’s nose “--and the bug. But you or Ladybug get akumatized, who saves you?”

Plagg saw the cogs turning in Adrien’s head. He briefly speculated who his kid might choose. Nino would be the obvious choice. He wasn’t as close to Kagami any more, but telling her the secret that had broken them apart would certainly be one hell of an apology. It could even, say, potentially repair what the secret had fractured.

There was also the off chance Adrien might choose Pigtails, who coincidentally doubled as Ladybug. Plagg would have to raid the Agreste kitchen for popcorn if that happened.

“If . . .” Adrien began.

Yes? Plagg internally coaxed.

“If I were to choose someone . . .”

Come on, Adrien.

“I think it would be . . . Nino.”

Yahtzee.

Plagg clapped his paws together over and over, rousing Adrien from his feet like a drill sergeant. “All right, then! Let’s go, let’s go! Hustle, bell boy. We’ve got places to be!”

Adrien reached into his pocket and pulled out a squishy triangle, letting loose the most intoxicating aroma Plagg ever did smell. It circled the pair and made Plagg salivate. “Don’t you want this first?”

Did I really forget about camembert? Plagg wondered incredulously.

“I--” Plagg scrambled for an excuse to atone for the touchy-feelies interfering with his one true love, but he came up short. “Of course I want that!”

Adrien smiled fondly at his Kwami and threw the camembert into the air. Not one to miss a beat, Plagg zipped and caught the cheese in his mouth, devouring the thing in one fell swoop.

“Now we can go!” said Plagg, belching remorselessly. Naturally.

Adrien chuckled. When he opened his mouth to say the transformation phrase, however, he faltered. Was he really going to do this? It . . . It felt disobedient, like he was betraying Ladybug. But could she really hold it against him, if she had needed to do the same?

Would his partner reveal herself to be a hypocrite?

The budding consequences of revealing himself to Nino weighed so heavily on his shoulders that he wasn’t sure how he would manage batoning into the air once transformed. The aptitude for disappointment just felt so tangible to him, as if it were physically chaining him to the rooftop, a meaty claw so solidly wound ’round his ankles it threatened to pierce his skin.

The thought that Nino might hate him for keeping the secret in the first place made home in Adrien’s cerebral cortex, further immobilizing him. It pulled up a chair and opened the morning newspaper like it was meant to be there, meant to remind him that not everything was just simple. Straightforward. Without fallout.

A tender paw touched his cheek, wiping away a runaway tear.

“Kid,” whispered Plagg. His eyes were misty.

Is that . . . because of me? Because he cares about me?

Holding his gaze a moment longer, Adrien uttered the words that once changed his life forever and seemed to be forever following him with new and improved ways to spice up his routine.

“Claws out.”

The energy washed over him like a cold shower, springing him into action. The need to move, to run, to fly nipped at his heels and before he knew it, he was vaulting to his best buddy’s.

If Adrien was honest, telling Marinette, his dearest friend, was his first instinct. He gripped that realization like it would fly away at a moment’s notice, at the slightest spook (he was on the precipice of truly understanding what his good friend Marinette really meant to him). But he had heard from Nino that Alya and Marinette were holed in for a “girls’ night,” so . . . Nino was the next best thing.

Nino was far from second place, however. Sharing the burden of his greatest secret with the guy who got mad at Gabriel Agreste on Adrien’s behalf was like a breath of fresh air. More than that, it was like Adrien would finally be able to steady his head above the tide.

(Telling Marinette would have been like sprouting gills and uncovering the mystery of the sea up close and personal, but Adrien didn’t want to unpack that particular conclusion yet.)

Wasting no time, Chat Noir landed nimbly on Nino’s apartment balcony and tucked his baton back into place. Giving himself just one more moment before life as he knew it was spun upside down--for better or for worse was yet to be determined--he raised a gloved claw to the sliding glass door and timidly knocked.

Nino’s balcony wasn’t decorated like Marinette’s. A few bikes of various sizes loitered against the railing, collecting dust. A few helmets hung limply from their handlebars, occasionally shifting to and fro in the passive wind. Chat could discern by the light-up training wheels which bike belonged to Nino’s little brother, Chris. The bike--which Chat realized must be new since his last visit--sported black spots against its red frame.

Chat shook his head fondly.

Someone obviously developed an appreciation for the bug after their last akumatization. But as the evening breeze softly twisted the helmet, the vision before him melted him into a puddle of endearment. Nino’s kid brother apparently also had a thing for Chat Noir.

The evidence?

A black helmet topped with an acid green paw print and two plastic cat ears to boot.

Un-fur-tunately, as much as the sight was incredibly thera-paw-tic, it also made his heart throb. His body ached for a larger family, from head to toe and down to his bones.

Adrien didn’t dream often in his sleep, but when he did . . . Oh, when he did, he was blessed with visions of him entering a cozy one-story home (his) and immediately being greeted by giggling and the blinding smiles of three faceless children (also his).

While his hopelessly romantic heart yearned for Ladybug to be his other half in that tender fantasy, lately his subconscious had a habit of inserting a particular blue-haired classmate. It baffled him at first, but he figured seeing her family photo that one time during Animan in addition to experiencing the Dupain-Chengs’ bolstering hospitality personally as both Adrien and Chat Noir made Marinette a safe space for his lonely imagination.

Whoever she married would be one lucky bastard, that was for sure.

The curtains behind the glass door swept dramatically to the side, revealing a bewildered Nino in Rena Rouge-themed pajamas.

“Chat Noir?!” he exclaimed. The glass between them muffled his voice.

A quick scan beyond Nino told Chat that his friend was home alone, but he knew he needed to be certain. “Are you home alone?”

Nino paled before realizing that a superhero asking that question wasn’t as bad as some random adult looking for an easy target. He exhaled, chuckling nervously. “My family went to the ice rink, but skating’s so not my jam.”

So he stayed behind. Good. This was gonna be a piece of cake! Adrien pointed at the door handle and raised his eyebrows in question.

“Oh, right. Sorry, dude!”

Nino clambered to unlock the door and wrenched it open. The smell of broth and herbs hit Adrien square in the nose. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since lunch. “What brings you here? An akuma?”

Stepping over the threshold, Chat tried to make sense of Nino’s question. Why would he come to a civilian if there was an akuma? “No, no akuma, Nino.”

“Oh, good, ’cause I-- Dude, how did you know where my room is?”

If Chat weren’t there to reveal his identity, he might have had a heart attack over accidentally bee-lining to Nino’s room like he’d been there before. He probably would have said something fishy like “In a house like this, it’s a given!” But he didn’t have to make up some ridiculous excuse. He wouldn’t ever have to lie to his best friend.

Never again.

“Because . . .”

Nino eyed Chat expectantly. His room was a mess. He really wasn’t expecting any visitors and his laptop was still open, his music and film ideas scrawled onto random pieces of notebook paper and scattered across his desk like a madman. Or an artist. Was there really a difference?

“Because . . .” Chat began once more.

Oh, gosh. This was it. He was going to do it. He was going to do the thing! He was alone at sea and no one from the boat had noticed him falling overboard. But maybe, just maybe Nino was the Coast Guard. Maybe Nino would throw him a buoy.

“Because claws in.”

Nino’s entire body went rigid. Crap, crap, crap!

“No, wait--!” Nino shouted, closing his eyes instinctually and reaching for Chat Noir. He had to pull him away from his laptop’s camera field! Had to get him out of sight! Why did he choose now to share Paris’s most coveted secret?!

But . . . he was too late.

The light had already dimmed behind his eyelids by the time his hands were closed around--

“Adrien?” Nino whispered, peering up at his best friend. The duckling he had sworn to protect and teach the ways of life was standing where Chat Noir should be.

Adrien smiled and opened his mouth to respond, but a high-pitched laughter rang out and the joy he felt was quickly replaced with sheer terror.

Nino grinned sheepishly.

“Uh haha, you remember my girlfriend Alya who I sometimes Skype with while working on scripts?” Clumsily, Nino rubbed comforting circles into Adrien’s arms as if he could rub away the embarrassment.

“You said you were home alone.”

“Actually, I said my family went to the ice rink.”

Adrien’s eye twitched.

Plagg, who couldn’t have foreseen this turn of events, hovered off to the side and figured if he didn’t move, he could pretend he was invisible.

Sure enough, Adrien craned his head to find an unhinged Alya screeching like a fox (he had seen a video of them laughing once on YouTube; they were so adorable!) from Nino’s computer screen. Behind Alya was a familiar cork board of friends and, well, lots of himself. The walls were pink. She was at Marinette’s like Nino said she would be.

Adrien had expected gasps. Finger pointing. A million questions. What he hadn’t expected was Alya laughing like he was the butt of a joke.

After a good minute of cackling and awkward waiting from the boys, Alya sighed and wiped a tear from her eye. Then she spoke, a dazed smile on her lips.

“I cannot wait to strangle that Hawaiian-shirt-loving Master of Unnecessary Manipulation.” Her words were completely contrasted by the amusement in her voice.

Adrien tried not to faint.

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We're now caught up with AO3 here on Tumblr (AO3 is where I first started posting this). Yay! :D Also, was anyone expecting Rena to be there? 😌I wasn't. 😳 Follow me for updates and check out my Instagram where I post art!

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[luxe-pauvre]

The original Slow Media Manifesto addresses both producers and consumers of media. I want to focus here just on consumption, with a particular emphasis on the news - as this is an aspect of media consumption that makes us particularly vulnerable to attention exploitation. Many people now consume news by cycling through a set sequence of websites and social media feeds. [...] Crucial to this news consumption habit is the ritualistic nature of the sequence. You don't make a conscious decision about each of the sites and feeds you end up visiting; instead, once the sequence is activated, it unfolds on autopilot. The slightest hint of boredom becomes a trip wire to activate this whole hulking Rube Goldberg apparatus. We're used to this behaviour, so it's easy to forget that it's largely an artefact of the recent rise of the digital attention economy. These companies love your ritualistic checking, as each pass through your personal cycle deposits some more pennies in their bank account. Checking ten different sites ten times a day makes them money, even if it doesn't leave you more informed than checking one good site once a day. This behaviour, in other words, is not a natural reaction to an increasingly connected age, but instead a lucrative tic bolstered by powerful economic pressures. Slow Media offers a more palatable alternative. To embrace news media from a mind-set of slowness requires first and foremost that you focus only on the highest-quality sources. Breaking news, for example, is almost always much lower quality than the reporting that's possible once an event has occurred and journalists have had time to process it. A well-known journalist recently told me that following a breaking story on Twitter gives him the sense that he's receiving lots of information, but that in his experience, waiting until the next morning to read the article about the story in the Washington Post almost always leaves him more informed. Unless you're a breaking news reporter, it's usually counter-productive to expose yourself to the fire hose of incomplete, redundant, and often contradictory information that spews through the internet in response to noteworthy events. Vetted reporting appearing in established newspapers and online magazines tends to provide more quality than social media chatter and breaking-news sites. Similarly, consider limiting your attention to the best of the best when it comes to selecting individual writers you follow. The internet is a democratising platform in the sense that anyone can share their thoughts. This is laudable. But when it comes to reporting and commentary, you should constrain your attention to the small number of people who have proved to be world class on the topics you care about. This doesn't necessarily mean that they have to write for a big established organisation - a powerful voice expressing herself on a personal blog can be just as high quality as a longtime reporter for the Economist - but instead that they've proved to you to be reliably smart and insightful with their writing. When an issue catches your attention, in other words, you're usually better served checking in on what the people you respect most think about it than wading into the murk of a Twitter hashtag search or the back-and-forth commenting littering your Facebook timeline. It's a general rule of slow movements that a small amount of high-quality offerings is usually superior to a larger amount of low-quality fare. Another tenet of slow news consumption: if you're interested in commentary on political and cultural issues, this experience is almost always enhanced by also seeking out the best arguments against your preferred position. I live in Washington, DC, so I know professional political operatives on both sides of the aisle. A requirement of their job is that they keep up to speed on the best opposing arguments. A side effect of this requirements is that they tend to be much more interesting to chat with about politics. In private, they don't exhibit the same anxious urge to tilt at straw man versions of opposing viewpoints that's exhibited by most amateur political commentators, and instead are able to isolate the key underlying issues, or identify the interesting nuances that complicate the matter at hand. I suspect they derive much more pleasure out of consuming political commentary than those who merely seek confirmation that anyone who disagrees is deranged. As we've known since the time of Socrates, engaging with arguments provides a deep source of satisfaction independent of the actual content of the debate.

Cal Newport, Digital Minimalism

[authoressskr]

Ruby Dragon Surprise (i)

Characters: f!Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Mercy (*previously Y/N in Bucky’s Dragon Soulmate Story*), mentions of Peggy Carter

Warnings: Language and no Beta   ::    Notes: This particular story will probably be three parts, cause Steve is emotionally constipated   ::   Word Count: 4849

I went with a dragon!soulmate!au, which I hadn’t seen before, but I did have a nifty dream about it that spawned this whole idea. He’s still an Avenger. Events are basically still the same (not exactly the same...people are alive who died in the mcu), just with dragons. ‘Cause who wouldn’t love a dragon companion?? This will be an ongoing series with different Avengers finding their soulmates with their dragons.

Howlite and Hearts (Bucky)

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Since men emerged from caves, began using tools and reshaping their environment, they have been intrigued by the draconian terrors of all shapes and sizes that roamed the world. The first records of man and dragon working together are from Mesopotamia, pieces of shattered pottery pieced back together showing a dragon standing beside a woman. Assyrian artifacts depict water dragons helping farmers in the field. Egyptian murals show dragons protecting the Pharaoh and his family, others showing different breeds of dragon fetching books from inside the Library of Alexandria.

History is dotted with famous dragons and their bonded humans; King Arthur and his steel-colored dragon, Excalibur. William Shakespeare and his dragon, Bard. Cleopatra and Bucephalus, named after Alexander the Great’s legendary steed. Abraham Lincoln and his dragon, Crusoe.

Over the centuries, dragons have become smaller from the giants painted in mythology, old texts and wall murals. The biggest dragon these days are about the size of a large crocodile, with the biggest recorded in the last decade almost as big as a hippo. Height varies on the type of dragon - with the tallest one balancing on its tail, hits almost eye level with a giraffe.

Classes have been taught for centuries about dragons and the bond between them with humans. Dragons will sometimes die right after their human counterpart and vice versa. Dragons who have lost their counterpart will sometimes live, seeking out their counterpart’s soulmate to stay with their draconian mates as well. It is not an uncommon thing - especially after times of war - for soulmates to have both dragons if one has died.

Dragon pairs will usually have the same colors and markings, even though they will often not be the same type of dragon. Dragons may look similar to the human eye, but a dragon will know it’s mate no matter what. It has not been determined how the dragons know their mate almost instantaneously, but after millennia humans have begun to follow the dragon counterpart’s knowledge in this area. Marriages of alliance and royalty have often been changed or dropped when one party finds its soulmate. In the same vein, marriages have also been arranged due to this circumstance as well. Cinderella is the most referenced fairy tale of this, with Cinderella having the same sapphire and gold colored dragon as the prince (*Dragon color varies by region and culture).

Soulmate bonds are some of the strongest bonds in our world. Both between a dragon pair and between a human pair. And on the flip side of the Cinderella story, dragons will attempt to push their human partners together if the human counterpart doesn’t seem interested or could result in a rejection.

On the same page, a rejection of this bond - always by the human partner - can have devastating consequences. This broken or unformed bond may result in: at first, flu-like symptoms but can build up to more serious symptoms such as feeling weak or run down, tremors and/or tics, varying weight loss, chest pains and even very mild seizures have been documented. Usually the bond is mended or solidified before it comes to these more serious issues. There are also historic rumors of deaths from broken hearts due to rejections, which has yet to be scientifically proven. The aforementioned symptoms may require hospitalization.

To date no dragon has succumbed to any symptoms from their human counterparts due to the rejection of the bond, which dragon experts seem truly puzzled by due to the strong bonds that can be formed between a human and a dragon. Rejections, however, are rare and scientists aren’t yet sure of all possible symptoms associated with a rejection of a bond. Touch, however, is shown to remedy these symptoms in trials and is known to be a powerful connector between a human and it’s dragon partner as well.

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If there was one thing Steve Rogers knew, it was that Peggy Carter was his soulmate.

He’ll admit he doesn’t think of it as often as when he came out of the ice, but he does still think about it - about Peggy - every few days. More so when Bucky, Sam and himself are out for lunch or when he and Wanda may be grabbing some coffee, because that is when he sees soulmates together. 

The way soulmates look at each other is different. Like they don’t just see the person before them, but everything they are and could be; all rolled into everything they love.

And he’s envious of that look.

He knows he hasn’t received it. And he truly believes he hasn’t given it either. Sometimes he chalks it up to not being actual bonded soulmates with Peggy. Because he knows that the love that was blossoming would have turned into that loving, enraptured gaze he always longed for.

It’s the thought that gets interrupted when his cell rings on the way back from their morning run. He quickly switches his coffee cup to his other hand to fish the phone from his pant pocket, revealing Tony’s face on the screen.

“Hey, Tony.”

“Need you, the bird and the metal popsicle back here asap. Got a hit on a Hydra offshoot. Wheels up in 30.”

“Got it. We’re just a few blocks from the Tower now.”

“Pick up the pace then, old man,” And the call ends. He looks at Sam and Bucky before tossing back what’s left of his coffee and throwing it in a nearby trash can.

“Mission. Wheels go up in 30.” Sam sighs at his words.

“Morning calls are rare, man. Must be big.”

“Hydra,” Bucky mutters with a shake of his head before polishing off his own coffee. “Come on. Gonna take most of that time to get the scalies ready.”

“You know,” Sam mutters with a smug grin as they all continue towards the Tower, “You’ve picked up your soulmate’s habit of calling the dragons weird names.” Sam tosses his empty cup and dodges a swat from Bucky.

“Jealousy is an ugly, ugly thing Sam…”

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Steve shifts in his place in the rafters, Rak wiggling on his back in response to peer over his shoulder down at the HYDRA agents. He nods at Bucky, who is perched across the building, just above the exit.

“Where’d you find this one?”

“Get this - a museum.” The blonde HYDRA agent cackles, leaving the brunet nodding, a serious look on his face. A loud clang of the door reveals two more HYDRA agents, dragging another person between them while a third agent follows behind with a tactical machine gun held tightly in his grip. If body shape is anything to go on, it’s a woman. A curvy and buxom one. Bucky quickly types out an update in Morse code to Natasha who is stationed outside with Sam and Tony as the brunet drags a heavy wooden chair into the middle of the room.

They toss the captive into the chair, zip tying their wrists behind them before pulling off the thick bag from their head. If looks could kill…

“Now, Miss, we are going to ask you a series of questions -”

“Fuck. Off.” Steve’s eyebrows shoot up at the venom in her tone.

“You don’t seem to know who we are.” Her jaw clenches as she looks away from the salt and pepper haired man who dragged her in. “Come now. I don’t want to injure you more than necessary…”

“Right.” She snaps, looking down at her lap with a sigh. The tall brunet who helped drag her in shifts to stand behind her, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her head back. Her gasp makes Rak hiss in his ear, Steve feeling his claw tips through his suit. He tilts his head to rub it against Rak’s, offering that silent comfort to calm him down.

“Now, Miss, the first question is: You work in the nearby museum, correct?”

“Seeing as that’s where you took me from…” She gasps again as the hand tightens in her hair, bending her head back a little more. That’s when she notices Bucky in the rafters - quickly closing her eyes and sniffles loudly.

“What are you working on there?”

“Paleontology mostly. But when I started there I worked in the geology department. I’m a floater between departments since I don’t have my full degree yet.” The man relaxes his grip a little, pushing her head forward towards its normal position again.

“Rocks and bones.” The older agent chuckles before rubbing his hand over his graying beard. “Do you do anything else in the museum?”

“I assist only in the two departments. The only reason I help the geology is when the woman who regularly helps is gone cause she’s having a rough pregnancy.”

“Now we know that’s a lie. You spend a lot of time in the accounting office.” Her head is pulled back again so she’s looking at the ceiling again.

“I’m not sure you lot are aware that each department has a budget. I have to submit forms every month about the spending. Plus, one of the accountants is my friend.”

“So you are saying our intel is wrong?”

“Look, I’d like my head to stay attached, but yes, your intel is shit. Probably someone just looking not to be in the position I’m currently in.”

“So the museum isn’t looking into the dragons ancestors?”

“If they are, then I don’t know about it. I’m a peon!” She yanks her head from the man’s grasp and struggles in the chair.

“Little cherub, you are a terrible liar.”

“Listen asshat, I am keenly aware I’m a terrible liar. So I tend NOT to lie. Especially to someone who has tied me to a chair and has a fucking gun!!” He sighs, giving a little shake of his head before his hand shoots out and backhands her, making her head snap to the left. Rak’s claws pierce through his suit, smoke curling from his nostrils making Steve tense under him even more. He holds his hand up in a stopping motion, Bucky cocking his head slightly before Steve gestures over his shoulder at Rak.

“Woman, HYDRA has been looking for you for awhile.”

“Seems like a waste of time to me. I can’t have anything HYDRA could possibly want. Except maybe morals.”

“We don’t need morals in HYDRA.” The blonde grunts out from his leaning place against the wall.

“I’m aware. Ya ever think that’s why SHIELD and the Avengers whip your ass? Resign you to the shadows like the phantoms you are.” There is a loud enough explosion that everyone turns towards the exit, the men all tensing. “AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOUR SIGIL OR WHATEVER IT IS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING SENSE! HYDRA MEANS 5! WHY DOES YOUR SYMBOL HAVE 8? AND DO YOU ALL KNOW THAT THE HYDRA WAS DEFEATED???” Her head is sent sharply to the left again, blood trickling from her lip at the contact.

“WHO FOLLOWED YOU?!” The older agent snaps at the blonde and brunet who they saw first.

“NO ONE, SIR!” Bucky drops down just as Tony comes through the back exit, making Steve shimmy upright before he begins across the beams in the rafters to cut off their retreat.

He drops down with a dull thud, blocking the HYDRA agents as planned but the brunet with the machine gun has it pointed under the woman’s jaw.

“She’s not so sassy now,” The man in charge smirks out, stroking a finger down her cheek. He glances behind, seeing Bucky, Tony and Natasha behind him.

“You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance.” Her words loud and clear as her gaze slides towards the older agent, the muzzle of the gun digging harder into her skin at her words.

“Snarky little bitch, isn’t she?”

“I like snark,” Tony mentions, looking to Natasha who just rolls her eyes. “But that’s because I’m just so good at it.”

“Release the girl, unharmed, and we’ll take you alive.” Steve offers, Rak’s nails digging into his shoulder once more as smoke begins to curl out of his nose again.

“How about no?” The agent whom had been silent this entire time speaks with a sneer, his little blue dragon’s head popping from a pocket in his utility pants.

Bucky lets loose a single round to the knee of the agent with the sub machine gun, making him buckle and the gun drop from his grip. That’s when Tony blasts the salt and pepper haired man past Steve as Natasha cuts the woman free, only for the woman to rush past Steve and the other agents deeper into the warehouse. Rak jumps from his shoulder and flys after her, prompting Steve to sigh as Bucky runs past, following after her and Rak.

“Does she realize the exit is the other way?!” Tony yells through the comms, taking a stance by where he’d entered to fend off dozens of incoming HYDRA. Two men run towards Steve only to stutter to the ground as electricity surges through their bodies.

“Thanks Nat.” He grunts before rushing through the doorway to find his best friend, his dragon and the directionally impaired woman.

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You’re trying desperately to remember the turns they’ve dragged you through, looking for the spot where they had separated the two of you and tossed a bag over your head. A man moves to grab you, only to be attacked by an aggressive ruby dragon. It then scrabbles up your legs and perches itself on your shoulder, urging you on with a little grunt. You tread a little more carefully after that, but no less urgent, a scream clogging your throat as someone grabs your shoulder from behind before slipping a hand over your mouth. 

“Don’t scream.” You nod as the former Winter Soldier comes into view. “You know, the easy exit was the other way.”

“I’m aware. But they tossed my dragon in a big plastic looking box then I got the bag and drag treatment.”

“This warehouse has two floors in the front half, did they take you upstairs at all?” A shake of your head is all you can manage before the dragon flits from your shoulder and begins running down the hallway. “I guess we follow Rak then. You stay behind me and if I tell you to do something -”

“Consider it done.” You agree before gently pushing at his arm to get him moving.

Rak doesn’t stop until he’s about two hallways off where you all stopped, hissing and sending several fiery breaths towards the small side dock where HYDRA agents were loading up your dragon.

“Velma!” Her answering screech is enough to get you moving, Sgt. Barnes hand shooting out to keep you behind him. He’s got two of them shot and Rak is mauling another when you see a silver blur knock out the other two. It’s only when you turn to your right do you see Captain America snatch his shield, holding it for a beat before turning to look at you. If looks could lecture...you’d be in for a loooong one.

But as he gives you that look all you can think of is that now all the douche HYDRA agents are now k-o’ed, so you rush over to the giant box, sticking your fingers through the big air holes to stroke at her muzzle, Rak chirping at Sgt. Barnes, who steps around your crouched form and snaps the two heavy duty locks off with his metal hand. Your dragon bursts from the cage and tackles you, curling herself around your chest and neck as best she can as you coo reassurances to her.

“We gotta go,” Steve takes hold of your elbow, helping you up as you heft Velma off the ground, her wings wrapping securely around you as you follow Captain America back the way you came. Rak is riding on his shoulder and moving his ruby head back and forth between you and the hallway ahead. The Black Widow joins you halfway back and takes point, an emerald green dragon with beautiful iridescent wings in shades of purples, blacks, greens and a few splashes of a pale yellow shimmer brightly even in the dim lights of the warehouse hallway. You let out a soft grunt, hefting Velma a little higher as your arms start to tire. “Almost there. I can carry her, if you like?” He doesn’t look at you when he offers, simply continues looking forward at his measured pace beside you.

“I can manage,” Your pride answers before your tired arms can get a word in, a smile twitching at his lips at your answer, which just makes your pride suddenly all the more determined to do it yourself. He moves forward when you all get back to where the attack began, Natasha taking his place before Falcon glides in through the hole in the wall.

“It’s all secure to the jet,” He reports as he lands. “Tony is circling the outer gates to make sure they don’t have anything else - hostages or weapons.”

“Alright. Let’s get her on the jet. We’ll look her over and call into the compound for the doctor to be ready when we arrive.”

“Already done,” Natasha confirms and they all move in a protective box around you and Velma, Falcon now on your right and Natasha on your left as the good Captain takes the lead and the Sergeant keeps his place in the rear.

You’re herded - there is no other way to put it really - onto this very expensive, military-looking, and slightly futuristic jet. Falcon gestures to a seat and you kneel in front of it, carefully dislodging your draconian partner before taking the seat. Her scaled head nudges your open hand, reminding you that you’ve both made it.

Safe echoes in your mind and you nod, meeting her light amethyst eyes.

Safe, you reply as she climbs awkwardly into the seat beside yours, laying her head on your thigh.

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“Baby,” She coos to the dragon, a shiver going up his spine at the softness and care in her tone, her hand sliding easily over it’s red scales as Sam returns to her side with a first aid kit.

“They do anything else besides these?” Sam asks gently, his finger brushing softly over her cheek where it’s already beginning to swell. A shake of her head is all she manages, “Okay, I’m gonna clean it with an alcohol pad.” Sam swipes it across her cheek and around the left side of her mouth to get off the dried blood. When he dabs just under her lip she hisses and so does Rak, her own dragon tensing up and curling it’s upper lip just enough to flash the tips of its teeth.

“Down, kids,” She mumbles out before Tony struts onto the jet.

“All clear. Let’s go home.” Tony sits beside her as the jet begins to ascend, both men’s gazes dropping to her free hand which is gripping the edge of her seat. “I’m Tony.”

“Y/N.”

“Dragon?”

“Velma.”

“Velma,” Tony repeats with a chuckle. “I like it. Suits you both. This is Jericho.”

“‘By faith the walls of Jericho fell’…is that right?”

“Exactly! ‘See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands’. My mother insisted that I know the Bible. I just liked the idea of marching and horns defeating a strong enemy. No bullets, no bombs; just faith.”

“Kind of goes against the initial sort of images of yourself, huh?” Tony leans in slightly, a grin flirting on his lips.

“Have you been talking to my wife?” She leans in too, their foreheads nearly touching.

“I think I’d remember talking to her.”

“She is very memorable.” He agrees, leaning back in the seat before waving his finger at her chest. “Buckle up. We should be there in about twenty or thirty.”

“Do you need anything?” Steve asks, Bucky’s eye popping open from his resting place in the corner and a tiny twitch of his lips making him want to glare at his best friend.

“No, thank you.” Steve nods, moving to the front to talk to Natasha when Rak flits to the floor and scurries over to her, his head tilted to one side with his begging eyes on. Steve moves to turn back to stop Rak from bothering her. “Get up here then,” A smile dancing in her eyes as he chirps happily, leaping easily into her lap and shaking his wings out before carefully settling down, his snout resting beside Velma’s.

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You’re just nodding off when the jet lands, carefully tapping Velma and then Rak to wake them before stretching, wincing at the soreness in your face and neck.

Steve walks by you as the bay door opens before he whistles, Rak’s head perking up from the seat beside you, but he doesn’t move. This doesn’t seem to sit well with Steve, who glares at his partner like he’s betrayed him.

The dragon begrudgingly jumps down and stands at the Captain’s feet, an outstretched hand drawing you from the curiosity you felt watching Rak and Steve. You’re met with storm blue eyes and a small, easy smile.

“Come on, kid,” Unclicking from your seat, you accept his hand with a hushed thank you. You are hardly off the jet before a white marble blur nearly takes James down, his laughter ringing out before a woman appears just after, helping him up and the two of them disappearing into the building. You’re caught at a crossroads of sorts...Do you follow? Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?

“Are you Y/N?” You’re startled from your thoughts by a woman with thick black hair piled atop her head in a white lab coat.

“Yes?”

“I’m Dr. Hale. Natasha and Tony told us to be expecting you.” She gestures you forward, opposite to where the Avengers disappeared to. You follow obediently, with Velma trailing behind you, also looking to where they’d all gone. “Do you have any medical conditions we should be aware of?”

“No.”

“High blood pressure?”

“No, but if it’s high I was just taken hostage and then backhanded twice before having a gun shoved against my jaw while they tried to take my dragon.” She makes a face, eyebrows raised and fighting back a smile before she manages a big nod.

“Understandable...well let’s check all that. Was your dragon injured?”

“I ran my hands over all of her and she’s not injured that I can tell.” You look down at her, purple eyes alight. “You hurt, baby?” Velma shakes her head, her tail twitching slightly when she does so.

“Perfect. We’ll just check you over and then Tony should come get you.” All you can do is nod, following her into a very white and metallic exam room.

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Steve’s voice can be heard through the door of his room, he’s sure of it.

Rak has snapped at him twice so far and nearly set his comforter on fire because he ordered him to stay put while he showered. Steve knew where he would wander off to and he told Rak he needs to let the doctor do their job and check them over. He had angrily settled down when Howl had come into the room, the bigger dragon tossing himself down onto Rak’s bed - successfully luring Rak to him and calming the little spitfire down long enough for Steve to get a shower.

Once he was out of the shower, Rak started up again, a stare off ensuing between the two of them while Howl looked on in amusement.

“I said no!” Steve snaps at the wyvern before clenching his jaw so tight he’s sure he hears a pop. Rak opens his mouth, flashing all his teeth only to snap it closed when Bucky’s soulmate sticks her head in.

“Sorry. I knocked, but you must not have heard...I was just looking for Howl.” Howl’s whole body shakes as he wiggles his way happily to her. “Tony just went to get the woman from the infirmary, just to let you know.” Steve scowls at her as Rak begins to follow Howl out the door.

“Hey! Best behavior. And you need to cut the whole hissing, snapping and fire at me, you little gas ball.” Rak snorts, almost giving an eye roll as Steve blocks the door. “Shoulder.” He points for emphasis, his partner huffing as he slowly climbs up onto his shoulder. “And stay there, do you understand?” He turns his ruby head away and Steve’s mind wanders to the impossible...but he quickly shakes that thought from his head.

When she enters the room with her dragon, her cheek and lip swollen a little more than an hour ago when he’d seen her.

Wanda gasps as she enters the room, looking from Rak to Velma, Rak doing the exact fucking opposite as he was told - flinging himself from Steve’s shoulder and running towards you and Velma - before giving a little squeal.

“I’ve never seen a dragon soulmate pair meeting!” Steve looks in confusion from the dragons to Wanda and then to the woman, the room now deadly silent except for the soft, contented growls coming from the pair of ruby dragons curled around each other at Y/N’s feet.

“What - no, that’s not - that’s not possible.” Steve snorts in disbelief after he manages his oh-so eloquent words. “No. She’s not my soulmate,” The words tumble from his lips before he has a chance to really think the situation over but his eyes still see everything.

They see the hope that was blossoming in her soft eyes and they see the confusion flash through those pretty eyes before the hurt makes the light die out in them, her eyes dropping to the floor quickly.

He opens his mouth to refute his own words - to apologize and take it back - when he sees Bucky glaring at him.

After all, hadn’t it been him who had told Bucky to go after his dragon and his soulmate? Who had told Bucky he’d give anything to be in his shoes? And now that he was, he had just rejected his soulmate.

You could hear a pin drop as he stands there gaping like a fish before managing to firmly close his mouth.

She’s staring at their dragons, snouts pressed along side each other with their wings touching, tails twined together before she looks up and blinks rapidly. He knows she’s willing the tears away and it physically hurts him to see her avert her eyes.

Clint steps forward, whispering in her ear before offering her his arm. Clint takes her past him, both of their dragons trailing eagerly after her and both blatantly ignoring his very existence.

“All clear boss,” comes a familiar accented voice, Steve can feel all of his family’s eyes boring into him before Natasha speaks up.

“What the actual hell, you dumbass?”

“My sentiments exactly.” Tony pipes up from behind her.

“Didn’t you say you wish you were in my shoes?” Sam just harrumphs at Bucky’s words from where he’s sitting on the couch by Bucky and his soulmate.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…” Wanda mutters among the other comments, worrying her bottom lip.

“It’s not your fault, Wanda,” Mercy soothes from the couch, hand gently squeezing Bucky’s as her dragon Cloud moves from her shoulder to Bucky’s, sensing his tenseness.

“Clint’s giving her a tour. She’ll be staying here until we can find out specifically why Hydra was after her. That should give you enough time to pull your head out of your ass,” Tony states while shoving his long sleeves up a bit on his forearms, hitting Steve with a “Sweet Jesus” side eye that Steve was all too well acquainted with.

“It just came out!”

“Like diarrhea…” Pietro says loudly from the kitchen, tossing a handful of grapes into his mouth. Steve glares at the male Maximoff, whom he literally didn’t even realize was in the damn kitchen.

“Again, it just came out. I didn’t even think about what I said!”

“That is abundantly clear,” Howl crawls into Bucky’s lap at his words, big eyes pleading to his human dad for pets to calm them both down, tail twacking Mercy who just rolls her eyes playfully at his needy and loving response to Bucky’s mood. Bucky smiling oh so softly at Howl and Mercy, as he strokes the oversized dragon taking up his lap.

Steve watches that and he aches for it. Those knowing looks to share with his soulmate.

But Peggy is gone.

And he doesn’t know where to go from here with this woman. Or the fact that Rak is completely convinced that Velma is his mate.

Because he is pretty sure she isn’t.

‘Pretty sure’ isn’t going to cut it for everyone else though. It definitely won’t be enough for Rak, that little gas ball of betrayal.

Steve was well and truly fucked.

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[sjweminem]

Do you have any like really weird kinks? I want to send more outlandish Mobius concepts but only the crazy stuff like lactation is fun to write and I want to make sure you're having fun with the stuff that gets sent.

If you don't really care, maybe I should ask if you have limits for these asks? Things you will not publish?

And do you prefer readerxMobius or prezLokixMobius?

i have no problem answering very personal questions or talking about dark/taboo/etc subjects. i simply don't make a habit of doing it of my own accord cuz that feels annoying and self-centered lol but i think if you're a person who's willing to share the Ugly, you ought to do it, since most people won't, and there are likely folks in similar positions to you who feel alone and "wrong" for their feelings. if i ever receive an ask that crosses a line, i won't get mad. I'll just say i'm not comfortable giving those details.

putting my actual answer under a cut- TW for CSA and violence (and just..generally preeeeetty disturbing shit??)

i actually had way weirder kinks as a very little kid, just cuz that's how i privately processed my m*lest*tion (about which i LEGIT don't give a shit to this day lol) at 3 or 4. for instance that's also when i began m*sturbating and it was always to thoughts/depictions of people being seriously injured. i did not know what m*sturbation even WAS till age like....12 or 13? but as young as i was, i somehow knew this was something to keep to myself ALONE. so in childhood i never let anybody see me j/o or admit to my very, VERY weird f*tishes. now i'm almost 30 so i don't remember what they all were, just that the pain and suffering of others, regardless of age, gender, or even species to an extent really did it for me (fortunately family was off-limits). medical settings and procedures were also a big turn-on for preschool and elementary school me, and a lot of my artwork from that time which we've kept reflects that (although i'm the only one who knows they were, to little kid me, er*tic in nature. cuz who the fuck would suspect that from a 4 year old lol.

while i had a crippling fear of being sick or injured myself, i loooooooved blood. In That Way. in middle school i began writing fanfics about, and making fanart of, my most beloved characters getting r*ped at very young ages. like, a lot of it. constantly. or i'd draw them severely injured/violently tortured by any means i thought up. again, this was something i instinctively knew needed to stay private and i had this bigass binder full of VERY disturbing artwork and writing hidden in my room.

anyways i could write books upon books on this chunk of my life 😭 nowadays, however, i am comparatively vanilla i guess? my fantasies are far less violent but i consider myself a very dominant person- i.e. i'd like to be the one doing the punishing/humiliating/etc. not that there aren't occasional exceptions, but for the most part i'm not interested in being the one on the business end of the whips and chains. honestly i think this has just carried over from my childhood when i had my fucked up fantasies, except now things like safety and consent matter to me. crossdressing is also Nice.

lactation doesn't do anything for me, and i used to have a major aversion to pregnancy, but now i can kinda..appreciate certain things about it....i just wouldn't consider it a wholeass kink cuz a lot of parameters need to be met for me to appreciate it in a sexual way. i don't care for traditional mpreg (i.e. cis men getting knocked up) but trans mpreg is fine. i mean, just look at how often pregnancy popped up in my trans pete AU! but it's less about the pregnancy and more about capitalizing on the hormonal shit it brings, like the person being especially horny, or their partner just like worshipping their body and other intimate shit.

and don't worry, i personally have no negative emotions about what happened to me in my preschool years, truly i don't care. more than anything i find it fascinating to pick apart the lingering effects and the ways in which it shaped me sexually.

OH, and to answer your LAST question......fuck that's a hard one!!!! but i think, if it's written well, i prefer prez loki/mobius but only by the tiiiiiiiiiniest margin!!!!

[quilloftheclouds]

Hi Skypen!

What’s your favourite pastime on a sunny day with clear weather? How would you share this sunny day with a friend?

What feature do you first really notice about a person? Is it something about their appearance, a personality trait, or a habit/tic?

For the character that you said was an insomniac that I can't remember the name of. Celestine?

[Ask my characters a question!]

Hi hi Owl-Friend!

Based on this post, right? So yep, Celestine! (But also Io too! I just didn't talk about her much there.)

8. What’s your favourite pastime on a sunny day with clear weather? How would you share this sunny day with a friend?

"Shiny things sparkle brightest in sun," Celestine said almost instinctively, wincing a moment later when she recognized what her words implied. "Uh, ah, but that has no relevance to what I'd normally do, obviously. To be honest, I just like enjoying the warmth of the sun, 'yunno? Climb up high somewhere, where I won't be bothered, lay back and watch the clouds or snack on something sweet.

"With a friend? I dunno, I don't really have or want friends..." She paused, avoiding your gaze as she set a hand to her mouth in thought. She continued, though her tone was far softer, wistful, "Violet and I used to have picnics on the village roofs, or help... help María with the laundry..."

1. What feature do you first really notice about a person? Is it something about their appearance, a personality trait, or a habit/tic?

Celestine blinked away the thoughts spurred by the first question, shifting her jaw. "I notice useful things first. What they're wearing, how they carry themself." She chuckled, flashing a small smirk with a wink, though that was rather hard to tell, considering she only had one eye. "First thing's if they're wealthy or not, if they might have anything worth, uh. Borrowing. Second is if they'd be able to follow me up on the roofs or into the alleys--are they tall, big? Athletic-looking? I'm more likely to say hello to those who seem less likely to call for the sheriff right away, too."

[ghirahims-trophyhusband]

Sephiroth for the ask meme! - @kaijibf

send me one of my f/o’s and I’ll tell you..

Aww man catboy time >:3c

-What made me like them

A LOT OF THINGS but the first thing that came to mind here is how calm he can be. It's certainly eerie and incredibly telling of how cut off he is from the world/the emotions and thoughts of others, but I feel like that makes his eventual defeat that much better.

He's so horrendously smug that the game and story really makes you want to kick his ass and whilst I'm not at the final boss yet in my playthrough of the original FFVII, I want to make sure I'm as strong as I can be so I can just beat the shit outta him <3

(I love him really of course ghdfkgdf but he is still a villain with a rewarding ending lmao bye bitch~)

- My favourite thing about them

I'll link this post as an example: I love how in the remake he has this habit of squinting his eyes when he smiles (it's very clear in the 3rd gif)! It's such a minor detail but I love tiny quirks and tics like that, it just adds something more to his character to me :>

- Nicknames we have for each other

He is my Darling Catboy and one day I will be successful in editing his model so he has cat ears and a tail, mark my worms.

Also, because of his original FFVII model, I also call him my little lego man! Careful though, he bites.

- A headcanon of our relationship/friendship

He was immediately ready from the moment he convinced himself he was Jenova's son that he would bring Malachite with him so they could become gods together. Also, the world didn't belong to him, it belonged to Malachite as well.

There was no way in hell and no force in the entire world that could convince him to leave them behind and that only he was worthy to become a god. He loves them far too much to even think of parting with them.

-My favorite image of them

I could have picked a piece of fanart but instead I want to share this dumb edit I did bc it makes me laugh more than it should.

Also his fringe is dumb.

-Anything else!

His punishment for causing so many fuckin problems for everyone in FFVII is to wear a maid outfit for the rest of his life. That will humble him.

[mellohi404]

A New Kind of Logic

(based on a prompt by: @djpurple3)

(Also, I can't write anything small. This has over 8500 words. 8501 to be exact.)

(warnings: kinda unsympathetic Roman and Patton? Kinda? But not forever? I don't know.)

(This is Loceit that I'm hoping doesn't sound forced.)

Logan was pacing around his room. After the most recent video, it was evident to him that he wasn't needed. That his opinion wasn't needed, only his facts, and even then, it was only when it helped them. When he just wanted to share information, they ignored him. They skipped him. And Logan...he just didn't understand why. Was it him? That had to be it. That's the only logical conclusion. Who he was wasn't satisfactory anymore. He was more of a nuisance than anything, except when his facts were useful. When they were dealing with Remus, he remained calm and collected. His facts and logic were useful then. But there were other times that he wasn't appreciated. And when Logan reacted negatively, by throwing things or yelling, the others reacted negatively as well. That was it! Being angry, being frustrated, that's what's wrong. That's why the others don't listen. He scares them when he gets loud. He scares them when he gets angry. But when he wasn't angry and helped them, they praised him. So...why not make it so that's all he has? He knew deep down that he was needed, he couldn't just duck out like Virgil did...so he changed instead, physically and mentally. Surely, that would be enough for the others to accept his presence again, and for his input to be praised instead of ignored or seen as a nuisance.

"Wow Logan, you look nice!" "That look is much better than that stuffy polo and tie." Patton and Roman smiled the first time they saw Logan's change in appearance. Instead of his polo and tie, he had on a dark blue sweatshirt and a pair of black slacks. It was...different to say the least. Logan's polo and tie weren't exactly comfortable, but it was part of the aesthetic. It made sense for the logical, mature side to wear mature clothing. But he was different now, right? And he had to change his clothes to encourage that. "Thank you. I thought...it would be a good time for a change. Everyone else is growing and changing, so I thought I should too." It was a lie. Logan knew full well that wasn't the reason. But, his point was valid. Thomas, and in effect the sides, were growing and changing. It made sense that Logan would too. Logan softly smiled at the other sides, and it made Patton squeal. "You should smile more, nerd. It's a nice look on you." Logan just nodded a little and Roman started going on and on about his different ideas. Before, if an idea didn't make sense, Logan would say so. He would cut down Roman idea, and then they would argue. But Logan couldn't do that anymore, he wasn't that person (well, figment of Thomas's imagination) anymore. "Roman? Maybe there could be a balcony instead of a cloud bridge?" Logan spoke softly, calmly. That's how he made himself talk now. Roman's eyes sparkled and he smiled wide. "That's a great idea, Logan!" That was it. No arguments. No yelling. Just an agreement before he continued on with his ideas...and the praise felt so good. Logan could do this, he was sure of it now. He could stay in the background except when he's needed. The praise was more than worth it.

Janus knew something was off. Ever since the last video ended, he could feel it. Something- or someone- just wasn't right. He just had to figure out who. But that didn't take too long. Janus, he makes it his business to know how the others act, how they behave. He knows their habits, their tics, the things that make them who they are. It's so I can impersonate them. Of course, that's all it is. Nothing more, nothing less. And he could just feel Logan's change. He didn't need to see him, he knew. He knew Logan was breaking himself, holding himself back...and that made him worry. The yellow-clad was more accepted now, no one would mind if he was sitting in the living room with everyone else. So that's exactly what he did. He sat on the floor by the window, his back against the wall. He didn't want to get too close yet, just in case. That, and he did enjoy the sunlight coming from the window, even if he would never admit it. And from that spot, he could see Logan perfectly. Instead of a book and a neutral expression, the logical side just had his hands in his lap with a small smile on his face. He just watched the others as they talked, but it was obvious to Janus that he wasn't really listening. Logan figured that he didn't really need to. He only contributed when his input was specifically asked for anyway. Janus stood and walked over to Logan, his hands behind his back. He bent down a bit to quietly speak into Logan's ear. "Logan, can I speak to you in the kitchen for a moment?" Without a word, Logan stood and followed Janus into the kitchen, and stood by the table as Janus sat down. "...you can sit down, Logan." Logan did so, sitting across from Janus. He still had that small smile on his face. Janus knew it was forced. "Logan, this is wrong." Janus was blunt, that's how he is. And he knew that being blunt and honest would be the best way to get through to the logical side. But Logan, he just innocently tilted his head. "What do you mean, Janus?" The snake side frowned and almost glared at the side in front of him. "You know exactly what I mean, Logan. You acting like this, it's wrong. Roman's ideas are ridiculous, and you know it just as well as I do. And you don't need to act like this to get their approval. You don't need their approval." As Janus was talking, he knew he was striking chords inside Logan. He knew exactly why Logan was doing this, and it made him sick to his stomach. And Logan, he knew Janus was right. But...he couldn't be that same logic from before, not now. "Janus, I'm really sorry, but...this is who I am now. And that's okay. I'm perfectly happy like this. And I-" "Logan, can you come here for a second, kiddo?" Patton interrupted him, and he stood. "Sorry Janus. We can talk again later, if you want." He smiled and walked out of the kitchen to see what Patton had wanted.

Janus went to his room with a disgusting taste in his mouth. He knew that every word coming out of Logan's mouth was a lie and he hated it. He flopped onto his bed, his face in his pillow, and he talked into it in frustration. "...I can't blame him. I really can't. I've watched him. I know full well that he's ignored at every chance unless he's needed. I know that the other sides hate when his logic is used against them. But it's just not fair! He doesn't deserve this! He's so...he's so good. He knows so much, he worked endlessly. He did everything he could to make Thomas the best person he can be...but that wasn't enough for the others, was it? Noooo, they had to go and turn him into this shell of who he used to be! Now he's like an AI, only speaking when spoken to, only giving information when he's asked to share it. It's not fair!" "Then just tell him." A voice above his head should have made him jump, but he knew Remus well enough that it wasn't any surprise. "Remus, get off of my ceiling." How he even got on the ceiling, Janus didn't know for sure, but that was how Remus always came into his room. With a sound like a suction cup, Remus hopped down to the floor before sitting beside Janus. "It's not that simple, Remus. Logan actually thinks this is good for him. He actually thinks that this is what's best. That the others feelings should dictate how he acts, and that's just not true!" Janus moved his hands for emphasis as he spoke, a sign that he was getting frustrated. "Hmmmmm...what if we used the other sides as doormats so they'd know how he feels?! I'd just love to step all over Roman's face~." Remus giggled a little at the image in his head. "I don't think that's the best idea, Remus...but just yelling at them won't work either..." Janus spent hours thinking. He needed to figure out how to fix this. How to fix Logan.

It was around ten o'clock at night. Most of the sides were in their rooms, the only exception being Logan. He was just...staring out the window of the Mindscape. He had so many thoughts in his head, but he muffled them. He just focused on the stars in the sky and trying his damnedest to not think about the constellations themselves. As Janus went down the stairs and saw Logan, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest. In part, it was from seeing Logan like this. Logan looked so...dull. He knew Logan should've had a fascinated look in his eyes as he looked at the stars and constellations, but he didn't. And it made Janus physically hurt. "Logan. I need to speak with you." Logan jumped a little and looked over at Janus. "Oh, Janus. What do you need?" He smiled, and it made Janus hurt even more. "Logan, just stop." "I-I don't-" Janus couldn't help himself, and he raised his voice ever so slightly. "Yes you do. Logan, they've turned you into a doormat. A dull, lifeless doormat. Logan, that's not you!" He got closer and looked directly into Logan's eyes, the passion that was once in them completely dulled down. "Logan, you have so much passion about everything. Every fact, every single bit of knowledge, you have so much passion about them. Your knowledge shouldn't be held back. It shouldn't be censored. Logan, all you've done is hurt yourself!" "Janus, no!" The yellow-clad man took a step back in surprise. Logan, feeling that frustration he pushed so far down coming back up, he took a deep breath to calm himself, his eyes closed. When he opened them again, they were somehow more lifeless than before, at least from Janus's perspective. "Janus, if that's what I'm there for, then that's what I'm there for. If this is what makes them keep me...then this is what I'll do." Logan smiled his soft smile, but Janus knew that this was even more forced than before. "Logan..." Janus was at a loss for words. He just didn't know what to do. "...you should probably go to sleep soon." "That was my plan. Thank you for worrying though, Janus." The snake side went back to his room and he repeated what he did before. He flopped onto his bed, and spoke into his pillow, this time until he fell asleep. But just before he fell asleep, he said one thing. "...he was perfect before..."

Janus woke up with a gasp, and he rolled out of his bed. "That wasn't very cool looking." Remus said bluntly. "Remus, I don't care. I have an idea." Janus frantically grabbed his hat off of the floor and put it back on his head. He quickly walked out of the room and to Patton's room. With a knock of the door, Patton opened it. "Oh. Good morning Janus." Patton yawned as he rubbed his eye. "Patton, can you come to my room with me for a second?" The father figment was confused, but he nodded. "Why?" "I just have something to show you." Janus quickly walked back to his room, Patton following at his own pace. Janus watched as Patton walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The yellow carpet contrasted against Patton's blue cat slippers. "Sooo...what did you want to show me?" With a wave of his hand, two version of Logan appeared in front of Patton like holograms. One was the original Logan, with his tie and polo and his neutral expression. The other was the new Logan. The one that's changed, with his small smile. "Which Logan do you prefer?" Patton was confused at the question. "Prefer? Well, I mean, this one." He pointed at the new Logan. "He's growing like everyone else is, and everyone's relationships with him are so much better. I haven't seen him argue with Roman since he changed, and he's smiling now! That's good!" Janus frowned and pushed Patton out of his room. "That's all I need, thank you blind man." "Blind man? What-" Janus closed the door before Patton could finish. "Believe it or not Patton, not all change is good."

Janus figured that an interaction with Roman would be similar to what Patton did, so he went to Virgil instead. They weren't exactly on the best terms yet, but for Logan, it was worth it. "Virgil? Virgil, can I talk to you? It's about Logan." Virgil was ignoring the snake side when he first heard him outside the door. He didn't want to talk with Janus unless he had to, but hearing him say Logan's name, he opened the door. "What about him?" The shadows under his eyes only seemed bigger now, and it was clear to Janus that Virgil didn't sleep well. "I wanted to know how you feel about him. Can I come inside?" Virgil glared at the side in front of him. "No. But what do you mean, how I feel?" "Do you like the change?" Virgil looked away and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Everyone else likes it." "That's not what I asked, Virgil." "...I don't trust it." Janus felt relieved to know that someone else could tell Logan wasn't right. Patton and Roman were too happy about the positives of Logan being different to see how much he was hurting, and just thinking about it made a sour taste form in Janus's mouth. "I'm going to convince him to change back." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Easier said than done. They like the new Logan." "Believe me, Virgil. I know full well." "Then what do you plan on doing?" Virgil snapped at the other side. "...I'll make them feel the same way he does." He waved a finger as he thought, the plan forming together. "We ridicule Patton every time he cries during a movie. We tell Roman to shut up unless his thoughts are about videos or something important to Thomas. We make them feel like they aren't needed." "What about Logan? He said he's happy this way." Janus froze for a second. "...I'm hoping that once the others know how he feels, they'll convince him to change back." "And if they don't? Or if he doesn't want to change back?" Janus was quiet for a moment, looking at his gloved hands. "...I'm not sure."

"I thought you were Thomas's happy feelings Patton." It was a simple comment. Patton always cried at the part where Bing-Bong sacrificed himself during Inside Out. All Janus had to do was make sure Patton knew that he "shouldn't feel that way." And every chance he could get, he did exactly that. "Patton, don't cry." "Patton, you definitely shouldn't smile more." Comments like that were slowly chipping away at Patton, and both him and Janus knew it. 

The same could be said of Roman, but his reactions were different. Patton, he would nod a little and force his tears away. But Roman, he was more defensive. He fought more. But eventually, his insecurities ate away at him, and he, too, started acting how Janus wanted him to. 

The air in the living room was unbelievably tense. Patton tried to make it go away by playing one of Thomas's favorite movies, but it didn't exactly help. "..." Logan was quiet. He knew that was Janus said to the others affected them, but he didn't want to intervene. He didn't think he should... "Janus, can I have a chat with you, please?" Janus smirked, and he nodded as he followed Logan into the kitchen. "Why are you doing this?" Just for a second, Janus saw the passionate spark in Logan's eyes that he was missing. "I'm doing this for you, Logan. If they know how you feel-" "You don't know how I feel!" Logan took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Janus, thank you for what you're trying to do. Really, thank you. But don't hurt the others because you think I'm unhappy with this. I am. The others finally see me for who I am, not as a waste of space only to be used when I'm needed. Why are you trying to change that? Why are you ruining this for me, Janus? I-I just don't understand. Do you really dislike me that much?" Hearing that, Janus's eyes went wide. He was speechless. He couldn't believe that Logan really thought that he hated him. "Logan, I...I don't hate you. Far from it. I'm 'ruining this for you' because this isn't you. Logan, you're the smartest person I know. You're passionate and beautiful when you get that way. You lose your temper, and you push down your feelings until you think they're gone. You ignore every feeling you have when they hurt you because you know that if you react, they won't take you seriously. And Logan, they might not like it when you fight with them or when you give them more information than they wanted, but that's who you are! They shouldn't change that! No one should change that! And the Logan I fell in love with wouldn't let the other sides's feelings make him act so illogically!" Logan was frozen and his cheeks were tinted pink. "I...what?" He blinked his eyes a few times as his brain processed what Janus said. "I said I-oh. I can see why you're blushing now." The yellow-clad man himself had a pink tint to the not-snake side of his face. "You...love me?" "I love the real you, Logan. And I am begging you, please change back. You're hurting yourself so much...the passion in your eyes is gone, and now it's just so lifeless. It doesn't fit you, darling." He said the nickname with a small smirk. Logan first looked at the other sides in the kitchen, then to Janus, then to his own hands. "...okay. I'll try." With a snap of his fingers, he was back in his polo and tie, and Janus could see the light in Logan's eyes slowly coming back. It made him smile. "That definitely isn't better." Logan smiled, genuinely smiled, and went back into the living room. 

"Oh, Logan, you changed back?" Patton tilted his head in confusion when he saw Logan and Janus walk back into the room. "Why did you do that?! You were so much better!" Logan's hands clenched into fists as he held his tongue, regardless of how much he wanted to yell and scream at the others. "Because peace doesn't always mean things are better." Janus practically hissed out. His blood was boiling at how the other two were responding. "You were so happy about how helpful Logan was and how he didn't argue or yell anymore that you couldn't see why he was that way. All he wanted was your approval, but he was never enough. All he wanted was to be seen as another one of you, instead of a nuisance who was only wanted when he was useful. And, believe it or not, he was hurting so badly. He has been hurting for a very long time, and you two were too blind to see it!" Patton's eyes widened as he remembered what Janus called him before. "Oh..." "Oh. Yeah, oh. That's totally enough of an apology. I-" Logan put his hand on Janus's shoulder to reel him back, and Janus blushed ever so slightly, embarrassed at his outburst. "Thank you Janus. But I believe that they understand now." He gently took Janus's hand and led him up the stairs to his room to relax.

After that, Roman and Patton didn't try to make Logan shut up anymore. They listened to him when he spoke, and they found out that he knows so much about everything. Patton and Roman both enjoy listening to him go on and on about certain subjects now. Virgil, he never minded to begin with, but seeing Logan go back to normal made the anxiety in his chest go away. As for Remus and Janus, well, they started seeing Logan a lot more. Logan enjoys going to Janus's room, and Remus likes to interrupt them and see their embarrassed faces. But one night, late at night,  Logan and Janus were together, just laying beside each other on the floor (which was surprisingly warm). Both of them were quite tired, but neither of them wanted to sleep. "...thank you Janus." "Whatever for?" Janus said in a sleepy smooth tone as he looked at the glasses-wearing side, who was staring at the simulation of stars on the ceiling. "...for helping me change back. I...I am much happier now than I was like that." "I know darling." Janus said with a small, playful smirk. "I did it for no reason at all." Logan smiled a little, knowing Janus was lying. "...I love you too." It was a shame that Janus didn't hear it. He had fallen asleep with his hand laying on Logan's. When the nerdy side realized it, he smiled and closed his own eyes to sleep.

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I can't make a short story, can I?

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