#‘hm. five would hate that fit.’

[tinned-beef]

aidan is so silly because what is he wearing

[lailols]

TXT when you call them by their name

Soobin

- sassy, pouty, isn’t moving an inch until you get his name right

“Soobin!” You say shaking so you jostle him from how you’re cuddling, “Look at this video.”

He does the exact opposite. Sitting up and shifting to the end of the bed so you’re not touching without saying a word.

“Soobin?” You call out and crawl over to him, sprawling yourself on top of him, “What’s wrong? Look at this video.”

He hmphs and flips over so you fall off of him.

“Helloooooooo” You start shaking him. “Why are you doing this? Did I do something?”

“I don’t know angel, did you?”

“No? Soobin, we’ve been sitting here watching TikTok’s for like an hour.”

“Hm, I guess not darling.” He says standing up.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, love, probably somewhere that I’m loved and appreciated”

“Um?” You stand as well, “What are you talking about, Soobin?”

“Now you’re just doing it on purpose!” He pouts ans stomps his foot.

“Doing what?”

“Calling me that name.” He spits the words like a curse.

“Soobin? Baby, that’s your name!” You say cradling his cheeks.

“Nope, not to you.” He shakes his head, “Calling me that is basically saying you want me to never succeed in life and die.”

“I didn’t realize calling you by the name your parents gave you was a crime”

“It is when it’s you”

“Okay, I’m so sorry my sugarplum gumdrop lovemuffin pumpkin sweetie pie.” You say peppering kisses over his face.

“I’d rather my name to that monstrosity”

“Beggars can’t be choosers”

Yeonjun

- he’d rather you just kill him, actually

“Yeonjun, look at this!” You go to run up to the display but are stopped by the horrified gasp that leaves your boyfriend’s lips.

Yeonjun falls to his knees in the middle of the mall, clutching his heart, “I think I might be dying.”

“What? What’s wrong? What happened?” You kneel next to him and while scanning his body trying to see whats hurting him.

“You calling me Yeonjun must’ve taken ten years off my lifespan.” He cries dramatically, curled in on himself, “I can feel the cold, clammy hands of death already.”

“I thought you were hurt, asshole.” You slap his shoulder and stand up to walk away.

“Noooooooo” his whines follow you as he scrambles to catch up, draping himself on top of you “baby, you were supposed to give me the kiss of life and call me by my name”

“Me calling you by your name is how we got into this situation.” you say with an eye roll.

“Not that name, the name only you can call me!”

“I call you a lot of names, which one should I pick?”

“The one that you think fits me the best!”

“Oh, okay, idiot”

“Hey!”

“It’s true!” You say with a shrug.

“That’s not romantic at all!”

“You didn’t say it had to be romantic!”

“It was implied!

“Fine! My idiot~”

“That’s works too.” He says with a grin.

Beomgyu

- fights fire with fire, don’t play with him

“Beomgyu, can you zip my top please?” You ask watching him through the mirror.

“Sure, y/n, I can do that, y/n” he says, stepping up to zip you.

Your brows furrow, “…oooookay, thank you?”

“What’s wrong, y/n? I thought you wanted me to zip up your top, y/n?” He says with a shit eating grin.

“Why are you saying my government name so much?”

“Oh, I thought that that’s what we were doing, y/n.” He cocks his head at you .

“No? Gyu, why would we do that?”

“You literally called me Beomgyu five minutes ago!”

“I wasn’t doing it to be mean, I was doing it because it’s your name genius.”

“Well, then I’m just doing the same thing, y/n”

“Gyuuuuuuuu, stop I don’t like it”

“Are you sure, y/n? Because if my name slips out so naturally, you must like it, y/n. And if you like my government name, y/n, isn’t it fair to assume that you like your government name as well, y/n?”

“No, actually, it is not, Beomgyu”

“It seems like it is, y/n, because here you are, continuing to call me that.”

“You’ve called my name at least 100 times in the last five minutes”

“I had a point to prove and my honor on the line.”

“I’m so sure.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

Taehyun

- realizes and is vv confused

Taehyun! Can you grab some food on your way home? I don’t feel like cooking🥺

He had to read the text five times to make sure he wasn’t crazy.

Were you upset he wasn’t home yet? He told you he’d be at the gym late tonight but maybe you wanted to spend some time together before bed.

Did you want him to cook? Should he have telepathically sensed that you weren’t in the mood to cook and stayed home to make you your dinner?

Obviously he doesn’t actually believe any of this, but his name being in the text message instead of babe, love, hyun, or even tyun is very worrying.

He decides to cut his workout short and grab something to cook for you.

He even brings it up to the room so you don’t have to move to eat.

“Oh? What’s the special occasion?”

“Nothing…. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine.” You say grabbing the bowl. “How was the gym? You’re back pretty early”

“The gym was good, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes??? Tae, why do you keep asking?” You ask with a laugh.

He mumble something and then says again louder, “You called me Taehyun when you texted me and I was worried you were upset about something.”

“Oh! No, love, I’m not upset.” You chuckle, “I just realized that a lot of my nicknames for you are parts of your name so I just wanted to test out the full thing to see if it sticks.”

“And… did it stick?”

“Not really. It feels too formal to call you by your name.”

He lets out the breath he was holding, “That’s good, I didn’t really like it either.”

Kai

- pouty but doesn’t want you to realize

“….Hueningkai?”

His head whips around to you like he was struck. He looks you up and down to gauge your emotions but you’re just standing over the pot as serene as ever. It’s fine, he’ll play it cool and act completely natural to see if you’re upset.

“Ye-ah?” Shit, his voice cracked.

“Can you pass me the salt?”

“Sure, babe.” He grabs the salt and goes to hand it to you.

“Thanks, Hueningkai.” You try to take the salt from him, but he doesn’t let it go, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He lets go of the salt like it’s on fire.

You add the salt in and put the pot cover on so it could simmer and then turn around to find Kai sulking in front of the fridge.

“Kai?…. Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! What’s up?” He jumps up and leans against the fridge in an attempt to look natural (he doesn’t).

You eye him for a bit before continuing, “Why are you standing all the way over there? We usually cling to each other while we cook.”

“Oh, I just wanted to be ready incase you needed something else.”

You eye him again, “If I needed something else, we could’ve just walked over there and gotten it. You don’t have to wait like I’ll kill you if you don’t bring it fast enough”

“Yeah, but…” he trails off

“But, what?”

“Does it not annoy you when I don’t give it right away?”

“I mean, not really? And if it did, I’d just grab it myself”

“Hm…” he pouts and looks away from you

“What made you think I was annoyed, baby?”

“Well… you called me by my full name when I took too long to pass the salt.”

“Honey, I was just trying to get your attention. When I called you the first few times, you didn’t respond.”

“Oh…”

[k-aay]

5 TYPES OF LOVE LANGUAGES

୨୧ synopsis  - how they like to show their love to you ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna

SATORU GOJO - RECEIVING GIFTS

CONSTANTLY spoiling you, 25/8. When it comes to getting you gifts, this man does not joke about it. If he sees something that reminds him even the slightest bit of you, he will buy it immediately and hands it to you feeling proud. And the price? It doesn't even matter to him. The feeling of getting you something new has him feeling all giddy and excited. He'd be smiling and laughing about it all day until he could give it to you. And even then, he'd be looking at you to see your reactions as you open your gift and thank him about how much you like it. 

He gets you gifts so often that you needed to empty out a room at your place just for the stuff he gives you. And you treasure each and every one of them. So when he runs up to you after a long day of work with a bag or box in his hand, you know you're going to have a new addition to that room. When he travels, he sometimes brings an extra empty suitcase to fit all the souvenirs for you.

"y/n, I'm back!" he yells, closing the door behind him. He hasn't seen you in three days. In those three days, he packed enough stuff for you to almost fill up the room you reserved for him. "I brought you so much gifts!" he drags the suitcase to the living room where you were to display all of it. "Oh my god." Your jaw drops at the fully packed suitcase. "Satoru, I thought we talked about this before! You have to stop spending so much money on this. I appreciate it, though!" 

"I can't help it though. It reminded me of you," he explains. You open the suitcase to find the tons of plushies, jewelry and dresses. "I thought you'd like it so I bought it." You look at him with love in your eyes. "Where would I put all this? I ran out of space in the room." 

"I'll buy you a bigger house then. Anything to see that pretty smile.”

SUGURU GETO - WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

He has a way with his words. He can persuade you to do nearly anything in just the span of five minutes if he really wanted to. But with great power comes great responsibility and he usually saves this “power” for when he really needs it. Situations like getting out of trouble for doing something stupid with Gojo. By using his soft voice and flashing a smile with you, he could figure out a deal that would normally work in his favour most of the time. But most importantly, he loves showering you with compliments. He’s always calling you pretty, sweet and angelic. He makes you feel like the prettiest person on planet and he loves seeing you all flustered after hearing his words.

At some random point of time when the two of you are together, he would just look at you with such adoration in his eyes and just give you the best compliments just because he loves you so much. And when you’re feeling self-conscious about yourself, he would sit you down and just shower you with compliments to make you feel better. He hates seeing you sad and thinking that you would have to go through something all alone. He just won’t stand by it.

“y/n,” he whispers, holding you in his arms as you two watch your favourite show. “Hm?” you respond. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He catches you off guard, leaving you a flustered mess. “What? Yeah,” you say, still taken aback by the random question. “Well, you are. I love you so much, angel.”

“Aw, I love you too.” He places a kiss on your forehead and you both go back to watching your show. “y/n,” he calls your name again. “Yeah?” He looks at you with a grin on his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he wraps both his arms around you tightly. “Thank you,” you say, placing your hands on his arm.

“I really mean it, so don’t you ever forget about it. Never forget about how much I love you.”

KENTO NANAMI - ACTS OF SERVICE

Princess. Treatment. None. Stop. If there’s anything he could do to help you in any way, he’s already on top of it. Whether it’s the chores, errands or even helping you get something out of your reach, he’s always doing his best to help you out. Since he’s greatly affected by stress at work, he still figures out ways to help you so you wouldn’t feel the same stress. You’d always come home to a freshly clean house and a slight scent of lemons and it amazes you each time how he has the motivation to always do this for you. And truth be told that his motivation is seeing you happy and relaxed. Because when his partner is smiling, he is too. (i need him so bad it’s not even funny anymore)

You two would have a day in the week where you both aren’t busy so you could just do chores. And when that’s done, you’d both cuddle up on the bed and sleep for the rest of the day because you’d both be burnt out by the end of it. It’s the best feeling of doing work all day and then relaxing with the man you love. And to him, he’s satisfied that he helped you all day and now he gets to rest with you.

“Thanks, Kento,” you say, tiredly. “Look at you, you’re so tired. You could’ve just rested. I would’ve taken care of it all,” he says, holding you closer to him as you now rest your head on his chest. “You already do so much for me. I couldn’t just watch you do everything.”

“Next time if you’re too tired, don’t be afraid to rest. I’ll take care of everything from now on.” You look up at him, feeling worried. “You overwork yourself, you know that?” He runs his fingers through your hair, “I just want you to relax,” he says. “You need to be the one relaxing. How about a trip to Malaysia next month. Just you and me relaxing.”

“Anything you want, princess. As long as you’re happy.”

CHOSO KAMO - QUALITY TIME

The way this boy absolutely loves being around you. If there ever comes a time where you two have to spend more than two days apart, he will be constantly texting and calling you. He’s so madly in love with your presence and your ability to lighten up his mood anytime your around. There would be days where he’s feeling his absolute worst and the second you enter the same room as him, his entire day is fixed. He’s happy, energetic and smiling constantly with you. It’s like a complete mood switch for him with you around. And when you two are not around each other in person, you two are texting each other. You’re each other’s best friends.

So when you come home from a bad day at work, you would sit down with him and start venting about your day and the people that pissed you off while he listened to every word carefully and played with your hair. He was so happy that you could feel comfortable enough to let everything out with him and be yourself. Because he feels the same way about you: he could be himself.

“And then she says that I’m the one who started the rumour when it was clearly her!” you yell. “What the hell is her problem?” he responds as he gently braids your hair. “I know! I didn’t even do anything to her and she’s just causing all this drama for not reason.” He finishes braiding your hair and ties a hair tie around the bottom bit of your hair.

“To be honest, I didn’t like her when you first brought her up. She gave me bad vibes. Anyways, I finished your with your hair,” he says. You look at your braided hair on your shoulder with a smile on your face as you seemed to have calmed down. “It’s beautiful! Thank you for listening too, Cho.”

“Of course. If you ever need me, I’ll be there in a second.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA - PHYSICAL TOUCH

He hates showing his affection towards you through words. So he does it through touch instead. He finds words too “cheesy” and “belittling” for himself so when he’s in a good mood, he enjoys doing small things such as subtly holding your hand or placing his arm around your waist in public so people knew who you belonged to. It’s hard for him to show affection at all, so you’ve gotten used to him being an asshole sometimes since you know he doesn’t mean it. As for his apology? He doesn’t say it but he shows you that he’s sorry because he’s tired of you pouting and sulking all day.

He absolutely loves making the most physical contact with you when you’re with other people. Especially other men. Because he knows how it gets under your skin when you’re trying to focus on the conversation with the other person when suddenly his hand starts slowly wrapping around your waist, giving you butterflies in your stomach.

He does it around other men as a way of intimidation. As he places his hand around you brings his head closer to yours so he could whisper… things in your ear to make you feel flustered as he also glares at the man in front of him. “You know how much I love this dress on you,” he whispers into your ear. Let’s just say he knows exactly how to make you a nervous wreck with his physical contact.

“Sukuna, not now,” you try and stop him. But you fail miserably. “Why not? Too scared that this pathetic human is gonna say something to you?” he smirks. You hold the hand that snaked around your waist, attempting to move it but yet again, you fail. Only this time, the grip on your waist got tighter as he pulled you closer.

“Don’t try to deny it. I know you love when I do this.”

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Closeted Theories 

A.N: Was finishing up my other Neuvillette series and this one just dropped into my head. Mighta have something to do with the fact I finished the Neuvillette storyquest the other day and he’s still on the brain. That was an awesome quest!! Definitely one of my hallmark favorites!

Genshin Impact MasterList

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Picture this scenario: 

You were currently locked in a storage room closet, in the Palais Mermonia with Monsieur Neuviellette by your side.

Got it in your head?

Hard to picture, wasn’t it? 

Yeah, it would have been hard for you too, only a scant five minutes ago. 

But right now, this is your reality. 

You heard a gaggle giggling on the other side of the door as it shut. You dimly heard the lock as well. Then the voice of Sedene spoke over it, “Don’t worry, we will relieve you in an hour!” 

Then you heard the giggling and paddling of feet retreat. You just blinked at the door for a bit before finally looking up at Monsieur Neuvillette. It was a rare sight to behold, actually. He had frozen like a statue as he stared blankly at the door in front of him. 

“Check back with me, when you processed this.” you stated, “This is a lot even for a human.”  

You looked around the store room which was filled with mostly documents and books. It was big enough for two people to fit just so and had a single light on the ceiling. Thinking back you weren’t sure how you managed to get in this predicament but before you could try to analyze it further, Neuvillette stirred. Ahh, looks like he was coming back this way. It only took about five minutes. 

“Ahh, Miss. Y/N, I’d like to apologize for them. I don’t know what they hope to accomplish by this but I promise they mean no ill will.”

“Of course not. Those little younguns couldn’t do ill will if they tried, mischievous on the other hand is another matter. Anyway, can’t you break down the door or something?” 

Monsieur Neuvillette held his chin in thought, “Yes, easily. Though I hate to destroy such workmanship. It’s hardly the doors fault….” 

You smack your lips together, “Well, unless a Hydro Dragon suddenly knows how to pick a lock, we don’t know exactly how long we will be here for. Besides, isn't this getting in the way of your business to attend to? 

“Sedene clearly said they’d be back in an hour. My next meeting is scheduled for then. I don’t have any pressing matters right now. However, I would usually be using this time to get ahead on paperwork.” 

“...Hm. So they planned this down to the letter. I mean can’t have the Chief Justice of Fontaine and its Iudex, missing important functions over….being locked in a closet, now can we?” 

Neuvillette shook his head, “No, sounds quite lucidious to say it out loud like that.”  

“Equally as ridiculous as our reality. However they should be lucky I’m not claustrophobic.” 

Monsieur Neuvillette swung his eyes around to you, “Claustrophobic?” 

“Yes, some humans will start panicking in a tight place. They begin to feel the wall closing in on them and such.” 

Monsieur Neuvillette eyes widened at this, “Truly?! I hadn’t realized. And you are alright? I’ll break down the door immediately!” 

You reached out a hand in front of him, “I said I was fine! I’m not claustrophobic, only mildly amused and mostly annoyed. The only thing I worry about is how dus…” You paused in the process of wiping a finger over a shelf, rubbing them together, “Not so much as a speck of dust. Most impeccable.” 

“Of course not. I have learned that if left unattended a room like this will begin to rot. To take care of that, we have those hired to routinely clean spaces like this.” 

“Nothing escapes you, does it?” 

“Except for this.” He let out a sigh, “Rest assured, I shall have to give them a stern talking too.” 

You head bobbed up and down once, as you managed to find a reasonably comfortable spot to lean on the wall. 

Silence floated for a while before Neuvillette finally heaved a deep sigh, “Try as I might, I cannot see the reason for this insipid affair. Whatever possessed them to attempt this thing?” 

You snorted once making lavender eyes lock with yours. When you didn’t say anything more Neuvillette asked, “Why do I feel like you have an idea? Can you not share it with me if that’s the case?” 

You looked away then, “It would only be a theory at this point. I’d hate to paint them with conjecture.” 

“Let us hear it anyway. We have nothing else to do, until then and besides I’d like a better picture of what is going on before I speak with them on this matter. Perhaps there are some critical clues I am missing.” 

“....” 

Neuvillette watched as you absently began to “arrange” the books on the shelf next to you, your eyes not meeting his. Meanwhile his lavender eyes did not depart from you.

A lull prolonged itself until…

“Miss. Y/N are you….embarrassed, perhaps?” 

You snapped your head up, “What the-?! What makes you say that?” 

“Well, you have…” 

“I don’t want to play by play.” You interrupted knowing that Neuvillette was going to literally tell you all the actions he observed to arrive at this conclusion. It was bad enough that he was looking at you the entire time in expectation and equally bad that there was only room between you for a person to barely slip through. 

You cleared your throat turning away, “Actually I was thinking about it and it might be kinda, slightly my fault.” 

“I hardly doubt that but what do you feel you have done?” 

“.....read….scene….idea….” 

“Excuse me? Could you speak up?” 

“I said….” You jerked your head up only to stop when you realized that Neuvillette had closed the distance between you and was looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. Clearly he had gotten closer to hear you better but still. 

You swallowed, snatching your eyes away from him, “I read the Melusines a story a little while ago.” 

“Yes, that doesn’t sound so horrible. In fact, I thank you for taking time out of your day to spend with them.” 

“Yes, yes, you're welcome. It’s fine. It’s just….they may have taken a story a little too…..realistically.” 

“In what manner?” 

“It was a romance story. One scene…the couple was trapped in a storeroom, you know?” 

“I see. And what does this have to do with our predicament now?” 

You almost banged your head on the shelf. You did not want to explain it in detail. Most humans would pick up and put two and two together. However, given that Neuvilletter wasn’t human, you couldn’t and didn't expect him to have two and two much less know to put them together in this instance.  

You heave a sigh. That still didn’t mean you wanted to explain this. 

“...I’m sorry. This is making you uncomfortable. We should cease talking about this then.” 

You felt Neuvillette put as much space between you as he was able. Part of you was grateful. Being locked in a storeroom with Neuvillette of all people was doing nothing for your nerves although you pride yourself in comporting yourself regardless of the situation. You knew it really wasn’t fair to keep Neuvillette in the dark, especially when he genuinely did not have the pieces needed to put together the puzzle. 

“It’s a common plot device in romance stories. When a couple is locked in a confined room it’s used to further their relationship.” You said this in one breath not looking up. 

“....” 

You could practically hear the gears in Neuvillette’s head turning. 

“I see. They had hoped that our relationship would progress and that is why they did this.” 

You hoped your laugh wasn’t forced, “What relationship? We don’t have one. We are just friends.” 

“Yes, we are friends.” 

You bobbed your head absently and just when you were beginning to find your footing, you felt Neuvillette move. Looking up, you startled to see him looming over you.

Wait, why was he even closer than last time?

Your throat went dry. 

“Rest assured, I will still express my displeasure at such extreme methods but I shouldn't let their goodwill go to waste. I suppose they were getting tired of my lack of courage.” 

“.....W-w-what are you talking about?” 

Neuvillette lifted his arms and trapped you within, his hands holding onto the shelf in front of you.

Hold on! What is this situation?!

You were pretty sure that Monsieur Neuvillette had never read such a scene before so why was he an accomplished actor now?

You knew you were looking up at him like a trapped boar. 

“I think I finally understand what message they were trying to send. I suppose they were getting tired of me taking my time. Had I had my way, I would still be taking time. Although I have an abundance of time, the fact is you do not. It’s unfair of me to continue to make you wait.” 

By now your head and eyes were spinning. Why did it seem like this went from 0 to 100 real quick? You weren’t even following anymore. 

“Miss. Y/N, when this is over, will you accompany me to dinner at Hotel Debord? Ah, I suppose I should convey my feelings first, shouldn’t I? Forgive me, allow me a minute to gather my bearings.” 

You turned so your back was to the shelf, looking up at Neuvillette, “H-h-hold on! Aren’t you…? What are you even doing? We are friends…” Your eyes dart back and forth, “...aren’t we?” 

“Of course, I am loath to lose our friendship but I confess I find myself thinking about…deeper things when it comes to us.” 

“Y-y-you do?” 

Of course you always like Monsieur Neuvillette but you’d never in your wildest dreams thought that a friendship with him could turn into more. You were just happy that he trusted you enough to become friends with you. The two of you had met through the Traveler actually. And being a Descender yourself, you had become privy to the fact that he was the Hydro Dragon. As the Traveler moved on to other nations with the goal of finding their sibling you lingered in Fontaine finding the nation agreeing with you. Fontaine eventually became your home base even as you travel to other nations. Unlike the Traveler you had no lofty goals in mind. 

“I confess this is so. However perhaps I’ve been spending too much time pondering on the idea instead of acting on it. The Melusines must have picked up on my feelings.” 

Ah, now that might explain why the Melusines went through a period of forcing you to read just about every romance book they could come across. Was this all research to help Monsieur Neuvillette?  

Your previous annoyance at being locked in a storage room was quickly dwindling even from the little bit you had. You hoped that you hadn’t displayed any odd tendencies when Monsieur Neuvillette was concerned that the Melusines picked up on. You thought you had had an impenetrable shield. 

“They had urged me to at least talk to you about it but I had refused. I wanted to ponder this a little more and see if it had merit. However, although I have learned more about humans, the complexities of this kind of thing still perplexes me. Sedene did present to me a list of findings about your behavior that made me think that perhaps you might feel more on the subject than you let on.” 

You stiffened and replied in which you hoped with a coolness that belied your feelings, “Such as?” 

“You have brought me meals when unasked for.” 

“We are friends. I’m interested in your health and you are busy.  Thought I’d help out here and there. There is nothing untoward about that.” 

“You made some of them yourself.” 

“Again, friendship.” 

“I have no basis for such things. Perhaps friends do make each other meals. This was a thought I came to as well. Next, they have observed that when I leave, your gaze lingers.” 

Your right eyebrow twitched, “....I’m making sure you leave.” 

That sounded lame even to your ears but you challenged it by looking Neuvillette straight in the eye. You would not bend first. 

“....and they have heard you give a…and I quote, ‘an heartrending sigh.’” 

You would have spat at this and your face showed. You looked away folding your arms, “Denied!! What does a ‘heartrending sigh’ even sound like? I didn’t swoon like a maiden.” 

“So you admit that you did in fact sigh?” 

Your whole face twitched this time, “Denied! You need to do better than this! It’s all circumstantial at best!” 

“Very well then. I’m not sure I should reveal this but….apparently, there were some Melusines in earshot when you and Navia were having a private conversation. They heard Navia ask when you were quote “going to make your intentions known.” And your reply was, and I quote, “When a boar flies and all the water in Fontaine is set on fire.”” 

Given that they were Melusines, in earshot was probably a generous term. You couldn’t help but to slap both hands over your face. Everything within you wanted to deny it but you couldn't very well make a liar out of both the Melusines and Navia. 

Checkmate. 

“Not to worry, I did admonish them about listening to private conversations such as those.” 

“I should find the nearest volcano in Natlan and jump in it.” 

Monsieur Neuvillette’s eyes widened as he placed his hands on your shoulders, “Don’t even joke about such things Y/N!” 

You still hadn’t raised your head. 

“Miss. Y/N, would it be wrong of us to try to see if our relationship can grow deeper?” 

Your voice was muffled by your hands, “Why, you want it to?” 

“Hm, I believe I would. You?” 

“....I’m amenable to it.” 

Monsieur Neuvillette’s mouth quirked, “I’m pleased to hear this. Won’t you look at me?” 

“Maybe after we get out of here.” 

Ahh, you were being shy about this. A chuckle escaped the Hydro Dragon. You reached one hand to slap him in the chest, “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, please be silent!” 

The chuckle turned into a laugh then. 

Then you felt him stepping away, “Very well. I know the benefits of having to gather oneself. We will have plenty of time to address this. Ah, what did you say to dinner?” 

You turned away from him, as you dropped your hands from your face, once again “arranging” the books.

A small smile made its way to your face as you replied softly, “Sure. I’ll be there.” 

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

omg can you do the opposite of the one flustered jester idea? where the reader is the one flustered and let’s switch things up a bit by making reader a beast too she was also sealed cause well.. I mean girlbosses are always villains so, (reader is the weakest beast sadly, she’s weaker than sm) anyway so what if they’re ALREADY into eachother but they’re goddamn slow burn ass yk AGH and so bcz shadow milk knows she’s flustered and she can well flirt back but like bros already red so.. shadow milk has the upper hand here in terms of teasing / flirting YKYK sorry brain rot.. since this is a little more suggestive bcz well you’re flirting I believe that’s suggestive / a little spicy? hope this doesn’t break your rules I’m not quite sure if this counts as super bad.. if it is i swear it’s not intentional I LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️

ohoho anon, you don't realize the power you've given me. Also, i may have changed it a bit to make Reader more of a Warden within the seal that... kinda sucks at her job at keeping the Beasts in the seal and detering them from escaping just to spite the witches. She's still a bit of a girlboss girlfail though.

Requested Prompts #42 - 💓

The five Beasts, five fallen heroes formerly revered now sealed away for their crimes against cookiekind. Everyone knows that Elder Faerie Cookie is the guardian of the seal, but what about the Warden? Yes, the warden of the seal. The Cookie placed within it by the witches to be the equivalent of a squeaky toy for ensure that the beasts stay within the seal from the inside. And, to put things rather simply... you didn't like your job. In fact, you hated the fact that the witches decided that you were apparently fit for the job. So, instead of doing your job, you got to know the beasts instead. Hell, you may have even caught feelings for one of them. And now, with all this information in mind, it brings us to now. " Oh little warden~" You could hear the beast of deceit purr, causing you to stop yourself in your tracks to look over at the (currently) contained beast. You noticed that he'd shrunken down to be around your height, though not small enough to slip through the bars like you could. " Seems you finally decided to pay me a visit again! I was getting so bored trying to entertain myself!" He reached through the bars of his prison, beckoning you inside. You, of course, obliged in his request. " Well, I have duties to attend to within the seal. If the Witches knew I was slacking off then they'd crumble me for sure." You said to yourself with a chuckle, as if the witches would even bother to care after basically abandoning you here all those years ago. " Oh hush, you and I both know very well that they can't possibly know what goes on in here. You can blame it on that Foolish King if something ever happens." Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, holding your face in his hands. " Besides, who would believe a Fool King like him? Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows just what happens here, little warden." There it is again, there's a certain lit to his voice that seemed to worm it's way into your heart to make it beat faster. You couldn't exactly tell if he was actually flirting with you or not, but there was a certain quality to it that tipped your thoughts towards the more flirty side of things. " Still," You begin, looking away to prevent yourself from staring into his gaze. " It's the only thing I can really do here, y'know?" Your reasoning seems to go in one of the beast's ears and our the other, even though neither of your technically have ears. " Hm... but you could be having a little bit of... fun with your favorite trickster, hm?" He suggested, and that may have been what broke your composure the slightest bit, letting the slightest hint of red creep onto your face. You certainly didn't trust that 'fun' meant exactly what you thought, it was probably another one of his petty puppet shows and he was doing all of this to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. " And what exactly do you mean by... 'fun'?" you question him, your composure breaking further as he let out a low chuckle. " Oh little warden... You're so cute whenever you act so clueless." He purred in this new, low voice of his. Since when could he do this? You knew he was an actor but what???? the fuck??? You could see that he was getting bigger as well, more or less of a good sign. " ... It makes me want to just gobble you up~" hoo boy, hoo fucking boy. You could feel the back of one of his claws rest at your leg. " Starting from your toes all the way to your itty bitty silly little head~ I wonder just what you'd taste like...? I could probably just eat you up in one bite~!" He purred, you could see his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking them in a rather teasing manner that got your heart working overtime. You couldn't tell if it was beating so fast out of fear or embarrassment because maybe this actually flustered you a lot and- by the witches he was fucking huge now. Holy fuck he could probably actually do it. He leaned down close, his wide grin inches away from your face.

" Oh you're oh so teeny tiny... i really could just eat you up in one bite~" He hummed as his hand wrapped around your body. You were pretty sure that your brain is going to short-circuit soon just from the way he's looking at you.

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this may be the spiciest thing i've ever written, what the heck.i only stopped here cause I couldn't write any more without getting too embarrassed.

[adisplanet]

The sixth year boys’ dormitory was dark, characteristic of it being past midnight on a wednesday. The lights had been put out hours ago, however James knew for certain that only two of the four boys were sleeping. This was confirmed by the rustling he heard from across the room; Sirius shifted again, still conscious. 

The former hummed a note quietly, holding back a chuckle as he latter shot up.

“Hm?” questioned Sirius. “James? S’that you?” 

In lieu of a confirmation, James laughed again, louder this time. 

“C’mon, mate, keep doing that and you’ll scare me shitless. Though you all were asleep.” 

James shrugged into the darkness. “Pete and Moony are. Sleep’s too boring for my liking.” 

Sirius snorted from across the room. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s what it is.” Then, “What, you got some bird on your mind? A lady friend?” James could practically hear the smug smirk in his expression. 

“Oh, of course,” exclaimed James, sarcastically. “You know me. James Potter: the ultimate casanova.”

He heard Sirius giggle in approval. “Prongs, you dog! How scandalous!” 

The two burst into fits of muffled laughter. ‘Shush!” Commanded Sirius.

The truth was, something of the sort had been on his mind. Something that he couldn’t (or at least, shouldn’t) share with Sirius. But the temptation…

“But, c’mon,” prompted Sirius. “What’s up? There’s gotta be something - or someone - that’s got you all hot and bothered.”

Jams wanted to share, he did, but how exactly do you explain to your best mate of five years that you’re boning his younger brother?

“I dunno,” James started. “I mean, I guess there’s… someone.” 

Though the room was dark, James could hear the smirk on his friend’s face. “Yeah? What, have all those rumors circulating about you and Evans been confirmed?” 

“Nah. Evans is great and all, I love her, really, but… it’s not her.”

Sirius hummed in understanding. For a while, neither of the pair said a word. The room fell to pin-drop silence. 

“James?” Questioned Sirius. “Is it Reg?”

For a while, James said nothing. He eventually broke the silence with, “Would you be mad if it was?” 

James took the rustling of the other’s sheets as a shrug. “I’ve been suspicious for a while now. You two certainly seem to have gotten closer, recently.” The smirk was evident in his voice.

“Sirius…” James started. He didn’t know what to say. He should apologize, probably - say sorry to his best friend, for screwing his brother behind his back (though Sirius didn’t need to know that part of it.) “I’m sorry. Really, for-”

The other boy cut him off. “Nah, save it. Really. Reg seems happy. Happier than he’s been in a bit, anyways.”

The two boys sat in another silence after that, this one less awkward than the first. Well. Sirius knew now, which was a weight off his chest. And he approved (or at least, didn’t hate James for it, which he considered a win). 

[ladykissingfish]

Hidan: Hey, Kakuzu … how many pennies do you think could fit in this room?

Kakuzu: Do you mean rolls of pennies, or loose?

Hidan: Loose.

Kakuzu: Stacked in floor-to-ceiling piles or a scenario where the roof and windows open up and pennies pour in randomly in all directions until the room is full?

Hidan: Damn, does it make a difference?

Kakuzu: Yes, because I think that stacking them neatly will allow more space and therefore —

Sasori, through the wall: Can you two please shut up? I’ve been trying to get Deidara to go to sleep for an hour now!

Deidara: Hey, I’m not a baby, hm! 

Deidara, through the wall: Hidan, why are you being so cheap? Why didn’t you ask how many quarters can fill the room?

Kakuzu: Oooh, I like that scenario better. Let’s talk about that.

Hidan: What would you rather have; a room filled completely with quarters, or one nickel for every time you’ve ever blinked since you were born?

Deidara: How many times does a person blink?

Kakuzu: I believe I read once that a human blinks close to five hundred and ninety million times in their lifetime. What’s that times five?

Deidara, getting out of bed: Let me get a calculator, hm!

Sasori: I hate this house.

[rjthirsty]

To be Understood

Chevalier&Reader (First Person pov)

Words: 1172

Rating: G

This was done for @venulus Learning How to Love Myself challenge. Contains discussion of ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder).

“Chev?” I glanced up from my game to look over at Chevalier, who was sitting in a nearby, upholstered chair. He didn’t look up, but a gentle “hm” indicated he was listening to me. “Do you know what autism is?”

For some reason, his gloved fingers, which were just about to turn a page, paused and held touching the corner of the book he was reading.

“I’ve just been thinking about it.” I glanced away, staring at the frozen screen on my handheld as if the characters there would have some sort of encouraging words. “I was thinking about how when the kiddo was diagnosed, and when I started learning about it to help him cope and manage - how so many things started falling into place. And…” I trailed off, not even entirely sure I wanted to say the words myself.

“Say it.” Chev prompted. I blinked and snapped my head in his direction again, surprised to see his icy blue eyes trained on me. Somehow, I earned his full attention.

“Uh… Just… I can understand it, ya’ know?” I shrugged, unsure of my own thoughts. Who was I to diagnose conditions? My reading to be a support for my kiddo didn’t give me the medical know-how to start looking at myself. And what if I was wrong? Would it be fair of me to fit in a category that didn’t actually pertain to me?

“When I was 4, I have a vivid memory of sobbing for hours because I didn’t get to follow my typical routine of hugging my mother after she dropped me off at daycare. She was in a hurry, and before I put my coat in my cubby, she was gone.”

“I hate being interrupted in the middle of a task. It takes me forever to get back into the groove of things. I have to reread and find that headspace again.”

“After hanging out with friends, I feel like I’ve been at a concert for the last five hours. My ears are ringing, and everything is SO LOUD. I find it hard to think. I hate feeling like that, but yet I had fun. Does that even make sense?”

“The squeak of styrofoam makes me physically recoil. The scratch of certain fabrics or textures on my skin makes me violent, it’s not painful, it just makes my skin crawl and it claws at my brain and I just have to get away from it.”

“I can’t eat gummy or jelly-like things, did you know that?”

“Most have food preferences.” Chev interjected. Turning my head to look at him, he was still fully focused on me, and I felt a sense of relief that he was actually listening to me.

“Yeah, no, I get that. But… I get this weird thought like it’s not food even if I know it is while I’m eating it and I want to retch and that’s.. That’s weird, right? My fingers were always in my food as a kid. My mother complained a lot about me and my quirks. I’d pull everything apart into bite-sized pieces so I could be sure that whatever I was eating was edible. It’s silly, right?”

“I’m ridiculously set on following instructions as presented. Like rules and things. If it’s a rule, everyone should do the rule. If someone isn’t doing the rule, I want to remind them it’s a rule and that it would be appropriate to follow it. Why can’t they just follow the rule? It’s right there. Everyone was told it. Just do the rule, right?!”

“Mistakes should be corrected.” Chev agreed.

“Yeah! Exactly! I’m just trying to help them do the right thing! And not only that, but people tend to think I’m sarcastic when I’m not. I don’t know what it is, but something about just flat out telling someone my thoughts means I’m clearly being deceptive and mean about it. You know how that is. You don’t say anything unless it’s necessary, and while that isn’t a bad thing, it can make you seem harsh. At least I understand you there.”

Chevalier snorted and graced me with a smirk.

“Don’t deny it. If I were to ask you how I did after making something for you to eat, you’d give me an honest critique and offer suggestions on improvements, but keep your personal opinions on the matter to yourself. I didn’t ask how you felt about it, I asked how I did, so you’d be objective.”

Chev set his elbow in his open book, sitting on his lap, leaning forward to put his chin in his hand as he listened to me. “Indeed. That was what you asked of me in this hypothetical.”

“I just don’t get it.” I sighed. “I’ve been told my whole life that I’m difficult.”

Pursing my lips, I glanced downward again. I could feel the heat of tears rimming my eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be just like everyone else. So that every day isn’t a struggle to understand and be understood. Have you ever wanted to be like everyone else?”

Chevalier was silent for several seconds. I could tell he was considering the question and running through his extensive memory to pinpoint any time he might have actually wanted to be different. “I have never desired to be like everyone else. I am who I am, and I have accepted that. However, to be understood without pointless struggle - I don’t believe that exists.”

“What?” My gaze cut to Chev. “Is that why you don’t talk to people?”

“It is a factor. It’s simply a waste of time in most of my dealings to manage the information and detail one would need to match my level of understanding.”

“So… you’re saying that no one understands you. But you’re a genius, so that makes sense.”

“My intellect isn’t the only factor that creates a divide between myself and others.”

I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was giving me. Of course his intellect created a rift with anyone he interacted with, but he was saying he was fundamentally different than other people. Than people he tended to deal with.

Chev despised social functions, yet he attended because it was his responsibility to do so. He found creating relationships difficult, and fostering friendships tedious and unreasonable. He found people to be confounding and emotions to be incomprehensible and needless as they interfered with logical conclusions. Emotions were irrational, that’s why they were emotions.

My eyes moved to his gloved hands, and I had to wonder if there were textures he found himself repulsed by. I looked at his book and considered how we were always quietly spending time in the same room. No noise to overwhelm me. No stimulus besides what we chose for ourselves, him reading his book and me playing my game.

“Oh,” I uttered, finally understanding. “You’re like me.”

[yzafre]

Rise Magic Watch - How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will, You Got Served, The Purple Game, Man vs Sewer

Alright, so to put the end first: Man vs Sewer had nothing of interest Well, it had another mention of training - Leo: "A day off from Splinter's training". The dedication this show has to almost never showing them training.... like, if people have a "is the training in the room with us right now" reaction to this show, I do not blame them.

They don't reference it often enough for not showing it to become a gag, and not really showing it at ALL (yes I know the episodes that are exceptions, we're not there yet) definitely makes it feel... not real. Non-existent. I get that they only have 11 minutes to tell a story... but they couldn't have used it for a 30-60 second cold open? Really?

But that's not magic.

The Purple Game had very normal magic - portals, Raph's kaiju form, ect. We did see the others riding on Raph inside the shell for I think the first time, though. Also we once more see that Raph's second-self can be popped with enough pressure.

That being said, let's wrap back around to the beginning.

Magic cosmetics confirmed!

I forgot about this scene. Probably because of….. hm. Well. She looks way too happy about this.

You know what I didn't forget about? Jocelyn, and Foot Recruit's frustration over her. ((…is the girl Jocelyn?)).

What's interesting is that only some of them get the flames on their heads.

I'd guess it comes down to rank, except it all comes from the same pot of paint. Maybe latent mystic talent/having any kind of internal pool of energy? Another idea would be it's something you can turn on/off intentionally, except that guy on the left doesn't seem aware enough for that. Hmmm...

We see the return of Draxum's seeds.

And the type of seed matches with the effect in the same way as in the first episode!

The Foot also have a "mystic metal tracker"

Circle patterns again.... also the character in the bottom-right is lit up.

I thought these looked like real characters, but wasn't sure how I'd figure out which one... except then I clicked on that there are five of them, laid out in a rough pentagon-shape, and they're looking for metal.

From the Wikipedia article on Wuxing. And yes, the character for metal is the one that's lit up! I suppose they folded in traditions from multiple cultures over the years. Though, from a brief skim, it seems like the elements maybe aren't supposed to be this literal? I'm no where near educated on the subject to really commentate, though.

Honestly it would have been interesting if they incorporated more of this in the series. I think it would have fit with the vibe they had going, and I'm probably going to go on a wikipedia dive on the subject after this.

Next: man, I'm worried about this guy.

That was a LOT of mutagen.

Pretty generic magic from the boys. Mikey almost lights the garden on fire.

Also, WAY off topic, but Raph called Mikey "Michael" - usually something I associate with Donnie, or occasionally Leo. Does Raph only uses that form when Mikey's in trouble????

Next up : You Got Served - or, "Mikey has an ego, too".

((Also, both this and Man vs Sewer have the feeling of "Leo has to actually play the role of responsible big brother, hates it", and it's fantastic.))

Sooo, okay. A limo is not magic. BUT.

So you remember way back in... what was it, Newsworthy? Warren's intro episode, anyways. When I asked about if Clem's shop was a black-market type thing. And then remember Big Mama having a human hotel as a front for her dubiously legal yokai establishments. And then remember Hueso has his restaurant in the human world because he's an outlaw in the Hidden City.

And now consider that limos are a... well they're kind of a human status symbol, aren't they? And Boss Beverly is arriving through this human status symbol to enter Run of the Mill through the human side. Meaning she probably has her gang pretty established in the human world.

What I'm saying is maybe the human world is where Yokai go to dodge the law. The human world is the dodgy side of town.

((Also, the fact that two separate mob bosses booked meetings at Hueso's place tells us something about the kind of establishment it is lol.))

Anyways, we see a new portal color!

Staff entrance? It's not clear, but maybe it's tied to the graffiti in the corner?

So now we've seen:

Blue: Leo and most generic portals/teleporting

Pink/Purple: Villains

Orange: Run of the Mill???

I'm not sure what to do with this.

Finally.... what the heck are these.

I mean, unicorns, obviously. But why do the mob bosses have so many of them, and what is their position in the yokai ecosystem? I mean, pests, probably.

They're just such a weird thing to exist. And I think it's funny if they're like. Both the equivalent to say a mouse (a pest, but people will keep them as pets) and also like. A thing old people sneak to kids, like hard candies.

Are they infestations? Will they reproduce like tribbles? I have questions, there is so much potential worldbuilding.

Anyways, that's all for now, see you next time!

[the-whispers-of-death]

stone x bartender stone x bartender pls write like 8000 'chapters' about them i'll read it all

Alright, one more for you. (Not that I'm intending on stopping, I had just burned myself out answering so many asks at once so today I'll be taking breaks in between. Feel free to keep sending asks though, I'll get to it, eventually).

Stone walked to the park where you and him had scheduled your meet-up. It was one of the few days he had where there were no missions, no shift in the base hospital. It was free time and usually he'd hate it because it left him feeling lonely, but today he was going to be with you.

And that made it all better.

"Am I late?" you asked, making Stone turn around. The two of you had just entered the park at the same time. "Sorry, my cat had been crying at me not to leave my flat."

"You have a cat?" Stone asked, brushing your unnecessary apologies off. All he could focus on was that you had a cat, you were an animal lover.

You smiled at the way he was so intrigued by you having a cat. You started walking further into the park with him following you. "Yeah, I have a cat, she's five. Her name's Toffee," you answered. "Do you have a cat?"

Stone nodded his head. "Well, not officially," he said. "She's a stray cat that roams around base, but I give her food and cat toys. I named her Monster." He looked out in front of him as you two continued to walk. "I'm thinking of officially adopting her when my deployment's over, if I can."

"Why is she called Monster?" You were curious, it was a unique name for a cat. Usually it would fit more with a dog, and you wanted to know more about this cat who endeared herself to this enigma of a man.

"Ah, she bites and scratches all the other soldiers whenever they come close," he replied, grunting in disapproval at the memories of the other soldiers saying she should be run off the base. "She's just misunderstood, though. The first time I saw her, she came up to me and meowed so sweetly. She's a sweetheart."

Your lips twitched into a smirk, unable to help yourself as you looked up at him. "Guess she's like her unofficial owner, huh?" Your smirk widened when you saw confusion flash across his face. "You're a sweetheart underneath all that coldness and stoicism, aren't you?"

The result was so beautiful, the way he whimpered ever so softly at being called a sweetheart. So cute, so you just had to keep going.

"Yeah, you're so sweet. I remember the way you melted when I called you handsome." You both stopped walking now, facing each other fully. You reached out slowly, resting your hand on his broad chest and he so sweetly leaned into the touch. "Mm, you're a handsome sweetheart. Not used to being flirted with, but you enjoy the attention, hm?"

Stone couldn't help himself, he nodded. "Please keep flirting with me," he blurted out, practically begging.

Your eyes sparkled at that, you had no intention of stopping. You two resumed your walking again, enjoying the nature all around you. You learned more about him, learned that he was a Fleet Marine Corpsman, that he had been in the military for fifteen years and counting. He told you his favorite color, how he listens to Bollywood music on vinyl records.

Each new thing you learned about him made you want to take care of him even more. Which was why when you two stopped near a snow cone vendor and you saw him eyeing the snow cones, you dragged him—though you speculate that he allowed you to do so—to the stand. You both ordered what flavor you wanted and you refused to let him pay for it.

"Don't be silly," you said, your voice practically a purr. "A sweetheart like you deserves to be pampered. When was the last time someone took care of you?"

"Never," Stone admitted softly.

And it was true, no one had ever taken care of him really. The closest was medics patching him up when he himself couldn't, but that didn't really count. They were just doing their jobs.

Your eyes softened in sadness at the answer and so you gently pushed the hand with his wallet in it away. "Let me take care of you, please."

He stared into your eyes for what felt like hours but was only minutes. He was searching you for a hidden agenda, a lie. But he then relented, nodding.

You two enjoyed your snow cone together and continued walking around. You gave him soft touches on his arms every so often as you walked and spoke, relishing in the way he leaned into every touch. He seemed so touch-starved.

By the end of it all, Stone didn't want to leave. But you had work tonight, so you two had to part ways. "Until next time?" he asked, hoping this outing hadn't made you not want to see him again.

His heart melted when you said, "I'm definitely seeing you again." You lifted yourself up slightly to kiss his cheek, smiling at the way he stood there frozen at the touch.

He hadn't moved until you were long gone, his mind replaying the kiss on his cheek for several minutes afterwards.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2024: #36

36. FINLAND Windows95Man - "No Rules!" 19th place

Decade ranking: 143/153 [Above Nadir, below Let3]

Okay so, I promised in Saturday's post that I would try to be positive, but I may already have to rescind on that promise lol. (the "lol" is for punctuation because I definitely did not laugh.) "No rules!" stinks and has very few redeeming qualities. 🙂 Natalia was right, she WAS robbed by a Nudist Demon!

For real, does anyone over the age of twenty-five enjoy this dumpster fire? If so, fukk meee. LOVE YOURSELVES.

As I noted in my UMK review back in Feb:

I have difficulty buying into this hyperactive ball of bad taste. “Fuck The System” always feels like the go-to message of individuals that fail to fit into social structures that aren’t fully of their own shaping. For an entry that’s all “live as you like, there’s no rules!” in its messaging, these two look like they conform to just about every styling and behavioural rule associated with Zoomer culture: A total disregard for general aesthetics over a dumbed-down drone of a beat because everything is ironic and nothing is to be taken seriously.  It is a depressing��take on life. Yeah sure, a bit of camp levity is welcome in this loathesome world, but any happy song that weaponizes irony like this one trends towards encouraging irresponsibility, cynicism and nihilism. Some things DO matter in life, you know? You need to afford your bills and groceries, charge your social batteries, cultivate your friendships, or else you’ll wind up living alone in a van, down by the river. But if the latter life appeals to you, then this is the entry for you, I guess. For me though; this contest is already has one Joost Klein. Let’s not add a second one from Finland.

Funny how I nailed that even before knowing the full extent of it. I ofc vastly underestimated how bad the live would be, and as soon as I'd seen it my scepsis immediately supernova'd into intense HATRED. If ONLY "Paskana" hadn't been weak as piss. Yes, the cringe in "No Rules!" is deliberate, obviously, I have a sense of humour. Having a sense of humour is why I hate it? How much "deliberated cringe" can one tolerate before concluding "nope, this is r o t t e n." Does it start with

THE BAD GUNTER IMPRESSION?

or

THE DONALD DUCKING?

or

CALLING HIMSELF" A QUEEN"?

or

screaming "SEE ME SLAYYYY" :proceeds to not slay: ?

It definitely ends in whatever this shot is supposed to be.

Humour is subjective sure enough, and Windowsninetycringeman's jokes fall flatter than a pancake á moi. Why is everything denim? Why is this THIRTY-NINE YEAR OLD MAN still engaging in toilet humour and internet speak? Grow the f up? The art lies in the execution and Finland showed neither. I do NOT like Europapa much, but having Finland and not Netherlands in the final vibes wrong on so many levels. Europapa at least had a clear plan and delivered its nonsense in contained, piecemeal doses? It was COMPETENT in what it attempted to be (A Televote Winner), not a lazy amalgation of simple-minded drunk jokes strung together over a Planet of The Bass megamix as some sort of a Hail Mary. Joost and Teemu represent the Expectations/Reality divide of Zoomer Nonsense and it was darksided that only the latter got to compete for points. But on top of that, Teemu was generally just full of shit? Hooray, an Old Millennial engaging in Zoomer Cringe who lets an actual zoomer do all the vocal heavy lifting, without giving him a single featuring credit. Yay! It's a painfully accurate depiction of what being a zoomer is like, but not an intentional one.

Also remember when Teemu said he would "try to discreetly approach the other contestants to find ways to show support for Palestine" (remember that this contest was supposed to be 'not political'?) Hm yes discreet. So discreet he declared his intentions to interviewers so that everyone would know it was HIS idea. "Discreet", human please. And the result of all that talk was...

(lol I'm SO making it sound like I care about what political standpoints any of these acts took, and I don't. But I do call out a fraud when I spot one.)

Yeah well thanks for trying, but I'd rather you hadn't. A statement you can apply to my feelings of the entry overall. Okay, we've reached full circle, time to move on to our designated palate cleanser because THIS page is a safe zone for people of good taste.

The universe where YLE overrules the results and sends THEM to ESC is the one where we head to Helsinki twice in a row.

THE RANKING

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 2: A Movement in White

Chapter 1-B

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You sit in the house. Hoping. Praying to change itself that any second now, someone will knock on your door with… ANY news about Bonnie. Finding out you were frozen for 6 months… Anything could have happened to them! You can’t lose them…

Crab it, you can’t wait any longer. It’s only been a day, but that still feels too crabbing long! You need something, ANYTHING!!!

Not like the others around here would give you any info. Change damn it, you’ll just go ask around again.

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UGH. Nothing! You’ve been around half the town so far, and most of them won’t even give you the time of day. The few that did didn’t have anything, and weren’t interested in helping… They’d leave them to possibly die out there… Ugh, you really hate this crabbing town.

♪ “Hey there, heard you were looking for someone? Need help?”

You turn to face the woman… She’s a strange one. Long, lightless hair, an eyepatch, covered in scars. She's a bit taller then you, but not by much. Fairly lithe, but clearly fit. Wearing a metal chestplate, but otherwise dressed very casually, but with odd fabrics. Some jeans, short sleeves, and an odd tattered cape. Her outfit is decorated with this odd shape, like if a diamond and a cross got mixed, and there are metal wings on some of it.

Hm. She’s clearly not from around here. Maybe some bounty hunter or something, can’t think of why else they’d come up to you out of nowhere... Oh well, if she asks for pay, might as well hear her out, not like anyone else will help.

❁ “Might. Helped my younger sibling book it when town got froze 6 months back. Got no news what happened.”

♪ “Dang. Hm… Names La, Think I can help out. My friend has crafts for this kind of thing, I can grab her if you’d like?”

❁ “sigh Aight, how much will this cost?”

♪ “Hm? Nah, don’t worry, it’s on me. Give me just a sec.”

What? No pay? Bullcrab, there’s gotta be a catch.

She pulls out a weird metal thing, and taps it a few times, before a weird voice starts speaking out of it.

♯ “LA!!! Oh my stars, PLEASE tell me you found SOMETHING!!! I’m loosing my mind here!!”

♪ “Hey Re, Nothing on Fa, sadly. But there is someone who could use your help. Missing sibling, apparently separated from that timecraft stuff.”

♯ “I’ll take it! Be there in 5.”

Hm. ‘Nothing on Fa’?

❁ “Who’s Fa?”

♪ “Friend of ours. We haven't seen them in years. Got no leads ourselves, honestly… Actually, given that look of distrust on your face, let’s make this fair. You could tell us if you know anything? Even if it’s nothing.”

Crab, read you like a book.

♪ “They’ve been in Vaugarde for a few years so they might have a whole new identity at this point, but.. They should have a distinctive white cloak, with pins with this star symbol, and probably a pointy hat with a wing on it?”

She points to that weird shape in her eye-patch. Star shaped? Hm…

You kinda run your memory a bit. That does sound familiar. Oh crab, wait there’s no way!

❁ “… The phantom child?”

♯ “The phantom what?”

GAH!! What the!

Another strange lady. More musculur, about your height, cheerful expression on her face. Wearing a long sleeved crop top and jeans, hair in a ponytail, metal shoulderpad and legs. More of that ‘star’ shape on her outfit. Looks a little manic. Where did she even come from?!

♯ “Oh, Hi! Sorry! Names Re! You must be the one who needs help?”

♪ “Calm down Re. Well, since your here, why don’t you lead us to the last point you saw your sibling, and we can talk about this Phantom Child on the way?”

Sigh… Fair enough. You guess since you have info they need, you can believe this deal a bit more. You start leading them the way out of town.

❁ “Right, so it’s not much, but people round here sometimes talk about the so called ‘phantom child’. Stranger dressed in white, cloak and pointy hat, barely spoke a word, would vanish into the woods and never leave a trace. But that was about five-ish years back since the last appearance.”

♯ “That’s gotta be Fa! Means they at least made it here okay! Any idea what happened to them?”

❁ “Wait, question. Rumors say a kid. Why you tracking them?”

La looks off to the side for a bit.

♪ “...It’s complicated but. Short version is we didn’t have a way to get to Vaugarde till recently. We have to make sure their okay.”

Complicated huh? Uh huh. Yeah, you don’t buy it. A kid alone for five-ish years ain’t okay no matter what could have stopped them.

❁ “Well, anyways, nobody knows what happened to them. One day they just stopped showing up. Nobody ever found a trace.”

♯ “… Well, less info then I’d hoped, but least it’s something! Thanks!”

As you enter the woods, La suddenly moves faster then you can blink and a blast of craft fires into the trees!

♪ “Sadness down.”

♯ “Aw c'mon! Could have pointed them out to me!”

What?.. Sure enough, if you squint really hard, you can see a sadness dissolving. How the crab did she even see that? Also what the crab was that craft??

Yeah these people must be bounty hunters or SOMETHING. Keep your secrets close.

❁ “Huh. Okay… Anyways, just a few feet away.”

You lead them over to the spot. You remember this clearing pretty well, woke up in it just yesterday.

♯ “My turn!… Hm. Okay, focus on your sibling, and your desire to protect them. I’ll do the rest!”

You see her focusing. Eyes closed, breathing in. Looks completely different from her weirdly manic enthusiasm from before. You don’t know what she’s doing but. Fine. You just hope you don’t regret this later...

You picture Bonnie in your mind. Their cheerful smile, the food they’d make when you let them, the way they’d try and help people out… That scared face when you last saw them, as they were fleeing. Crab. You really, REALLY crabbing hope this works, or you’ll charge out after them anyways!

♯ “Got it! Let me get you a visual!”

The woman, Re? She places her hand down, eyes still closed. A misty trail filled with white lights flows out from her hand into the woods.

♯ “...Long distance, very far. Probs at LEAST a few towns away, hard to tell from here. But... Still healthy. No injuries. You can tell from the stars… Noting a few other scents joining their path, must have been a significant encounter. Friendly, so bet their protecting them...”

❁ “How the crab do you know that?”

♯ “Hehe. My little special trick! I just take that need to save them, and focus it into something that works! And because their safety is what’s important, things factoring into it show up more clearly… Wait. Hold on. One of those scents…”

Some thin streams of mist flow back down the trail towards the strange lady. She breathes in.

And then leaps up, hopping around like a child!

♯ “YESYESYES OH MY STARS!!!!”

♪ “What’s up?”

♯ “It’s Fa! They met Fa!”

What! Okay, that’s a hell of a coincidence… Suspicious.

♪ “Hm. Seems the Universe is on our side.”

‘La’ turns to you, oddly cheerful.

♪ “Looks like our goals align. Since we’re gonna be following this trail for our friend, want us to find your sibling too?”

...You don’t trust these people as far as you can throw them. Too crabbing strange. Goals are a bit too odd. Got secrets. And now Bonnie’s involved. They know about where they are now, so…

Crab, You can’t afford to let them out of your sight. Got no choice now.

❁ “Fine, but I’m comin with.”

La looks at you. Wait, is she suspect of you? That’s a new one, people tend not to care what you think.

She stares directly in your eyes and… Just for a second, you swear you feel something in the back of your mind. Like she’s staring through you…

She then smiles and chuckles a bit?

♪ “All right, fair enough. We’re staying in the Inn, Feel free to grab anything you need for the trip and meet us there. We’ll be with the rest of our group.”

That's it? Well, that makes things easy… But just adds to your suspicion. Even Re seems to raise an eyebrow at that… La is def hiding some bullcrab, if even her ‘friend’ is suspicious of her... You haven't forgotten how she came up to you unprompted.

The two head off into the woods. You suppose you’d better head back to your house. Grab your stuff… You’re def grabbing your hammer. Just in case. You know better then to trust them.

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You walk back with Re, and she waits till you're out of earshot of your new friend to berate you.

♯ “Did you REALLY just scan them? They looked like they're barely 20, and not even a fighter. What the stars are you worried about? pickpocketing?”

♪ “If they're coming with us, I’d best do my due diligence.”

♯ “Just seems excessive! Honestly, You even sure that’s a good idea? It’ll probs be dangerous, what with everything. Sadnesses everywhere, desperate people. Might be best they just wait-”

♪ “They don’t have any other family. Their alone.”

Re instantly stops. Her more childish demeanor drops, for just a second. A serious, pained look crosses over her. Memories of worse times... Before she goes back to her smiling, childish self.

♯ “Okaaaayyy Fine, You’ve convinced me! GUESS it’s better with us then. Least we can protect them!”

You smile. You can be the untrustworthy one to them, and Re can be the one they latch onto. You get it, she’s been wronged before…

...Dealing with parents like that, running from home… From that memory, their sibling was a toddler, but they couldn’t have been more then a little over ten or so. You bet it must have been hell to live like that… You understand that suspicion they had. You remember when you were young and alone like that. Lot of people are willing to wrong you when they think you're weak...

… Sigh. You need to get out of the habit of scanning people. You know you wished for it, when you swore your oath but. Ugh. You can’t help it. Still can’t feel safe around people without SOMETHING… Even if it’s intrusive as hell, you just can’t sit still till you do.

Nevermind. She’s safe, it’s fine. Time to join the others and catch them up.

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It’s about lunchtime when you walk into the Inn. You see La and Re with a few others at a table. Lotta weird characters there. Lady in an odd coat, one imposing guy, and a person with a guitar around your age.

Re waves you over, and pulls up a chair.

♯ “Hey there! Welcome, Let me introduce you to everyone!”

Fine. Better know all these people, since you're gonna be stuck with them for a bit. You head over, and hesitantly sit down.

♯ “Everyone meet… Oh Stars, never got your name!! I’m so sorry!!!”

❁ “You can call me Nille.”

♯ “Nille! Gotcha! Okay, so you already met me and La, But let me introduce you to the others.”

You nod. You're still nervous around these strangers, but you have your hammer in reach, so it’s fine. You don’t crabbing trust these people at all. ESPECIALLY with how friendly they’ve been. They’ve gotta have secrets.

Re points to the lady in the labcoat. Looks like she's a good bit older then you, but she's still only got an inch on you height wise. She's clearly pretty unathletic, but she looks smart. Has an odd bracer on, but her outfit is pretty simple otherwise. Long white coat, dark clothes underneath, a pair of glasses on her face, next to her hair pulled back in a braid. Otherwise normal looking. She seems casually serious, but otherwise oddly uncaring. Analytical.

♯ “First up is So, right there. She/they, Highly skilled scientist.”

𝄢 “Good to make your acquaintance.”

♯ “Also can shapeshift.”

Wait what- Hold on! Her face suddenly flickers! Strange horns appear on her head, her eyes turn catlike, her teeth jagged, as she suddenly turns to Re with an absolutely Livid expression!

𝄢 “I’m sorry, I thought that was SUPPOSED to be something we keep QUIET while in town!! Or can you not hold your blinding mouth shut for five seconds?”

♪ “You’ve done it multiple times in front of people already, it’s not exactly secret.”

𝄢 “I am FULLY aware, but I’d have LIKED to keep in the habit of at least TRYING to keep that hidden? Ugh.”

Their face swaps back to it’s old form, though the horns are still in place. Her rage seemingly gone in an instant.

𝄢 “My apologies for that outburst, Nille. It has been a stressful day.”

❁ “I. Okay. How?”

𝄢 “Unsure, still researching it myself. Natural ability, lest you wonder. I’d elaborate in further detail, but the others still need introductions. Ti?”

The towering man lifts their head. His eyes are covered by a strange helmet, and his body is cloaked in armored robes. He's built like a freaking wall. A single light-ish braid comes from his helmet, otherwise obscuring any detail of their face other then his mouth. He feels like he towers over the table, as he speaks in a calm way that does not show his emotions.

𝄡 “I am Ti. If you need help, talk to me.”

♯ “Ti might not look it, but he's our local craft master! He also looks a bit scary, but he’s just really shy.”

Ti simply looks silently, and then nods his head…. You have a hard time believing that shy part. This man looks like he could crush a sadness with his bare hands.

𝄡 “Sorry if I don’t talk much.”

...Nevermind, his voice was oddly gentle? And a little nervous? Okay there might be something to it. Maybe.

𝄡 “...Mi?”

The person with the guitar suddenly perks up! They stop playing their music, which was frankly really nice, though it was an odd looking guitar. Never seen one with mechanical bits before.

They are a bit shorter then you, and also not very athletic. They look mostly normal, just wearing a kinda fancy hoodie, but now that you take a closer look at them, you do notice an odd moth-like antennae coming out of their short, near lightless hair.

♫ “Oh! Um. Hi. I’m… I’m Mi. pleasenojokesaboutthat. A-Anyways um! I. I know lots of music. And also some craft music! Uh. Oh, um, they/them! Should have led with that. I also know how to cook! Same as Ti actually!”

♯ “Good thing too, because the rest of us are utterly helpless at it.”

Well, thank change for that. You aren’t much of a cook either, try as you might.

Guess you now know all of them. Re seems alright, from what you’ve seen, if weird. You don’t like La, they're hiding something, watching every move. From what little you’ve gotten, So seems calm, but might have an irritable side. Ti might be nice, but they're still kinda scary. And Mi… They seem nice. You like them so far.

Still don’t crabbing trust any of them though. Even people who should be nice can hurt… Anyways they're strangers, so best keep your guard up.

❁ “Well, nice to meet you all, I guess. So. When we heading out?”

𝄢 “After food. A good meal would be wise before the road.”

❁ “Won’t argue on that. Who’s paying?”

𝄢 “I will. My… Upbringing means I’m well funded. So feel free to order whatever you want.”

Really? Huh. They don't look Vaugardian, you've never heard of them, but still wealthy? Hm.

♯ “Maybe you could give suggestions? I don’t know Vaugardian food very well.”

Perfect time to ask, you need information on these people ASAP. They all know each other, and you don’t know anything about them.

❁ “Actually, I was gonna ask, where are you from? Clearly not from around here.”

They all sort of look between each other for a second, before Re just sighs and pulls something out of her pocket.

♯ “Here, put some craft in this first. Just so you don’t get a headache!”

❁ “… Not sure I trust that.”

♪ “Fine, We’re from ______”

GAH!!!! Your head feels like it’s gonna split open!!! CRAB CRAB CRAB!!!!!

Crabbing, Crab, Crab okay take a second, crabbing OW, what the Crab did that Crab La do?!?

… Okay. It doesn’t hurt as much now… What the actual bullcrab was THAT???

♯ “Geez La! That was uncalled for!”

♪ “Well now they know you weren’t lying.”

… Ugh… Guess so. You just... grab the crabbing paper. Got a weird symbol on it. Crab it. You put a little craft into it. You feel something weird in your head, but not nearly as bad as last time.

❁ “Alright, you better crabbing explain. Now.”

♯ “We’re from that Island up north. Before uh. Everyone forgot it.”

Wait… WHAT?!?!

♯ “Yeah, took Ti an AGE to come up with that little symbol. But hey, Now you'er Headache proof! At least for island stuff, it doesn’t protect from normal headaches, I tried!”

♪ “The force that made people forget? Keeps people in just as well as it keeps people out. It’s why it took so long to come for Fa. Know you were wondering about that.”

❁ “I… What happened? How-”

𝄢 “The short version is something cataclysmic happened, and several came together to seal the island off. I’d go into detail, but You’re better off without nightmares.”

You… guess you won’t ask right now. But you are GONNA ask later. Crab. CRAB What the crab have you gotten wrapped up in?

♫ “Um. Maybe you should get some food first! Should be nicer that way! Sorry if this seems a bit much.”

You nod. They can say THAT again. Ugh, and you are gonna be with these people for at least a few days. No idea how long it’ll be till you find Bonnie.

You mutter a quick prayer to the change god to maybe just MAYBE get an idea for where they are.

You order food, grabbing some nice clam chowder. You help Re find something, they settle on fried fish. When food comes onto the table, you just start chowing down. Didn’t have much to eat yesterday.

Suddenly, Re jumps up, and pulls something shaking in their pocket?! Another weird metal thing, like the one La used that one time?

♯ “Holy STARS guys, guess what? Fa just pulled up the console!”

All of them Practically jump out of their seats! So’s entire face shifts to excitement, as do the others, but less literally!

♫ “Call them call them call them!!!”

♯ “On it, Oh Universe PLEASE let them answer!! Please let it actually be them!!!”

The thing makes a ringing sound for a bit…

If… If Re was right then… Then this Fa character might be with Bonnie. If they answer. Then...

It rings… And then… On the things front, a face appears, looking back at you all.

✦ “H-Hello? W-who is this?”

✿ “Wait, is that Nille?!”

Bonnie?!?f

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[andradrawsstuff]

Fourth chapter of my fic ✨

Finally back home so I can continue working on chapter 6

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Bienvenidos a Miami

The sound of splashing water and humans’ laughter could be heard for miles. Crystal cyan waters glistened across the stretch of the coast, with skyscrapers towering directly opposite. Palm trees dotted alongside the road, and a mural of umbrellas painted the pearly-white sand a colourful rainbow. Party in the city where the heat is on. Welcome to Miami.

“Hey, boys!” A familiar voice emerged from around the corner. It was Gloria, holding what appeared to be a cocktail with a tiny umbrella sticking out of the top.

Skipper swung around, flicking his shiny black sunglasses engraved with tiny dolphins on the left rim, bobbing his head and stomping his foot to the beat of Will Smith’s fitting song ‘Miami’. “Hm?”

The penguins were plopped underneath the refreshing shade of a bright red gazebo on the sand, somehow managing to fit half of the locomotive underneath too. It was a miracle they weren’t spotted by the humans, but perhaps them choosing to bunk in a remote area of South Beach was a smart move. They did have to account for the rest of the circus folk and the fact that they were animals though, so they chose to squeeze in a quiet spot between 24th and 26th Street. As for their gargantuan circus tent? Sprawled across a few dozen square metres of greenery. Very discreet.

“What are you guys doing?” Gloria queried. “It’s like, ninety degrees!”

Private jumped in. “We’re fixing the engine! Admittedly, we are melting a little…”

“Aaaand so is the core.” Kowalski butted in. “Ugh, I hate the heat. Its always too clammy, and my inventions keep breaking!”

“You mean more than usual?” Private teased.

Kowalski shot him a disapproving look.

“Pfft, sorry…” He giggled.

The truth is, Private did have a point. Despite Kowalski being one of the smartest birds alive, he sure had a knack for making things that exploded mid-use. He was lucky no such thing happened to the train engine and the core yet. 3 months had passed since its initial installation and trip to California. This was a new record.

“Hey… where’s Rico?” Gloria pondered, noticing his absence.

Skipper pointed towards the cyan sea, sipping from a coconut.

A distant “WOOOOOO!” grew closer, as out of nowhere sprung Rico and Marty straddled on a neon pink surfboard. Marty struggled to control the direction they were being launched in, heading straight for the gazebo. Rico gasped and threw up a pointy rock in front of them, instantly halting the surfboard. The two monochromatic friends were flung into the air, landing on top of the gazebo and bouncing off only to plummet head-first into the sand.

“Well hello to you too.” Gloria sarcastically greeted the duo.

Rico opened his mouth and an avalanche of sand rushed out. “Bleeeergh…”

“Woo!” Marty celebrated. “Now that is something I never thought I’d try!” He raised his hoof in a hi-five position.

Rico burped out the last few grains of sand and slapped his flipper against Marty’s hoof. “Wahoo!”

“Okay boys, you’ve had your fun.” Skipper uttered. “Rico, we need your help.” He chucked over a screwdriver to the adrenaline-pumped penguin. They needed to lock in, or this core that Kowalski impressively hadn’t exploded yet, might just do that.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it, then… I guess.” Added Marty, gesturing to Gloria to join him.

The birds got along surprisingly well with the four ‘hippies’, as Skipper would call them. Over the last year they had the occasion to bond over both mundane and exciting adventured all over the world. The mammals did find the little guys charming and cute, so they grew quite fond of them. Although, they did tend to draw trouble wherever they went. But that was just something that they’d have to live with if they wanted to keep the little guys around.

In what seemed like only a few minutes, the beach was surrounded by darkness, with the crescent moon and neon city lights illuminating the entire coast. But the penguins had little success in fixing the engine, resulting in Kowalski removing the core completely until they managed to cool it down. He placed it in a small sachet that he swung around his shoulders in order to keep it safe. They were headed for the nightlife in the heart of the city. It was Miami after all, what else would they do?

[jasonrae117]

Just Another Hollywood Scene

CHAPTER 2- Media Frenzied

Damian was furious, that insufferable woman at the pathetic excuse for a coffee shop made him look like a complete asshole when in reality he was simply trying to expedite the process because they were taking too long. Now here he was drinking the subpar coffee in the lobby, grinning at his win. That will be the last time I see her.

“Ahem, Damian?” The receptionist, Barbara Gordon, called.

He pulled himself out of his short lived reverie, “Yes Gordon?”

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49727071/chapters/125517982

“I really wish you’d stop using my last name, reminds me of waiting for my dad to be done at the police station.” 

“We are at our place of business, and we must conduct ourselves professionally.”

“You call me that no matter where I am!” 

“Hm, instinct I suppose since I don’t see you that frequently outside of work hours. Anyway, what room is the meeting in? I’m already behind schedule, I don’t want to be late.” He leaned against the counter slightly.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes as she typed something into the computer. “Looks like your father canceled the meeting and rescheduled it to…friday at one o’clock.”

“Four days from now? But the article is supposed to be released tomorrow!” He almost yelled. 

“Oh, there’s a note in the memo. The media team delayed the release until Friday as well, but at five.”

“They can’t be serious! What did my publicist have to say about this?” He took a step back and began pacing.

“Damian, I don’t know why or what happened, I just have the new times. Why don’t you ask your father or Dick?” She said gently while readjusting her glasses.

“No, I don’t need their excuses. Well then I’ll see you on Friday.” He huffed.

“Mm, not so fast there. You have a preliminary costume fitting on wednesday.”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, I’ll see you on Wednesday.” He stormed out of the office building.

How could they just cancel the meeting discussing the procedures of handling the media frenzy. They were supposed to announce his involvement with the movie and begin his media tour to garner buzz for the movie. Now that it’s delayed the Gotham Gazette won’t be happy that they didn’t have their front page news when expected and that might reflect poorly on him, like they weren’t confident it would sell well.

Here’s the problem Damian always had when it came to his own stardom. Many people assumed he got his starring roles because of his father’s connection to the industry or his adopted brother’s ties, and while he in no way claims that he does not benefit from nepotism, a lot of the roles he earned on his own. 

Damian started out like anyone else in this business, background roles or extras. Sure he had the best access to those roles, which he publicly thanked nepotism for, but he did his time in the background and it was other directors, lead actors and actresses, and the public that begged him to start aiming for starring roles. So, he did just that and he was a natural of course, you can’t live with one of the best actors in the world and not pick up some skills, but Damian brought something totally new to the game.

For starters, he was half Middle Eastern which he takes a lot of pride in and is happy to bring at least some representation to Hollywood. He also liked to think of himself as more in tune with his characters, that he delves deeper into who they were to better understand who they are. Not to discredit his father, but Damian simply believed he was in some ways, if not most, a better actor than anyone in his family. He wouldn’t dare openly admit that, but everyone around him seemed to suspect he felt that way.

Unfortunately Damian was somewhat of a diva. He had no intentions to be but when he sees something that can be better, he speaks up. If he thinks something is out of character or doesn’t make sense he brings his complaints to the writer and director. But the thing that most directors hate initially is that Damian would go off script and completely improvise very dramatic scenes. 

Why then would he keep landing these roles if he is such a nuisance to work with? It’s because he was almost always right about the changes and his improvised scenes were arguably his best work and has won him countless awards. He was, plain and simple, a phenomenal actor.

Even with all the praise he gets, Damian still has to answer to the trolls that ruin every interview or live Q&A. The ones that demand he acknowledges his privilege with nepotism and being half white, which he does, every single time. It’s like these people don’t believe the awards or the raving reviews of his movie, or even the general consensus online. They make him feel like he has to continually prove himself, make a bigger name, to show that he is more than his father’s name. That’s why Dick went into directing, to get out of Bruce’s shadow. 

Damian thinks that staying out of the public eye as much as possible will help his image and have him not come across as wanting to always be in the spotlight. But Bruce pointed out that all that does is make him seem like a recluse that only wishes to grace people with his presence when he has won something. Damian hates PR and having to do those talk shows or Buzzfeed Interviews but it's the only way he can change this image of himself according to his father. The only public thing Damian enjoys is his charity work with the zoos across the nation and the local animal shelters. Damian trusts animals more than people and he can tell they don’t think he is who he is purely because of his familial ties. 

This life was exhausting but rewarding all at the same time, he wouldn’t give it up for anything. Which is why he was incredibly irritated they had rescheduled his article in the Gazette, because now that meant more PR meetings and probably more interviews to make up for the delayed information. 

Damian had gone to his favorite vegan cafes a block down, he made the trip down here, might as well make it somewhat worth his time. As he was about to head out and back to his condo, he changed his path walking back toward the offices, promptly deciding to see if his father or brother were in so they could discuss the delay. When Damian got out of the elevator on the seventh floor a half dozen assistants and execs were milling about and chatting excitedly. When they saw him, some tried to scatter but still offered a polite smile.He gave a nod in their direction but continued his way towards Dick’s office. 

He couldn’t clearly make out what they were talking about, but everyone was in unusually high spirits. The beginning of a large budget movie was often hell for everyone, so something must have recently happened to garner this much excitement.

As he approached the Dick’s office, Jason Todd came strolling out with the ever present smirk he always had. Damian had known Jason for almost half his life, he played one of Bruce’s sons in a project for several years and then got his own spinoff from that. He was your average roguishly handsome actor with a ‘I don’t give a shit’ mentality, he did come from nothing unlike Damian and worked his way to the top. He was in some theatre production at a local underfunded middle school that Bruce donated money to and stopped by to see their fall play. Bruce was blown away by Jason’s performance at such a young age, but what’s more is that when Bruce exited the theatre to go back to his car, he caught the young Jason trying to steal the tires. Instead of involving the police, Bruce introduced himself and offered to pay for acting lessons for the kid and got him a few auditions which he landed. 

Since then, Jason has almost been a part of the family. Bruce and Jason didn’t always see eye to eye as Jason was brash and prone to scandal, but it was almost as if Bruce had officially adopted Jason, he was around the manor often enough, he might as well have been a legal son. 

Still Damian was often annoyed by the slightly older man’s behavior, always feeling like Jason was squandering the opportunities his father gave him by being drunk in public and saying outlandish things, as well as literally fighting off paparazzi. He also toted around a new woman every week and it felt like gross behavior from someone who was given everything. 

Damian resented Jason in some ways too, because the only thing that separated the two of them was that Bruce chose Jason to follow in his footsteps, but he was forced to give Damian those same opportunities. Except as the media saw Jason as an underdog story that made it big, Damian’s success was purely nepotism. Not to say Jason didn’t also deserve the roles he got, he was admittedly a good actor, but it wasn’t fair to be so similar yet treated so differently. 

“Hey little D.” Jason said, meeting him a few steps from Dick’s office.

“Todd, what did I say about nicknames?” Damian narrowed his eyes at the taller man.

“To be fair, I don’t remember half the things you actually say to me. I try to block you out but your incessant complaining really knows how to pry its way in my head occasionally. “ He shrugged and was about to continue walking but he stopped himself just to the side of Damian’s shoulder. “We’re all in a pretty good mood, Dick especially. Try not to sour it for fucking everyone.” He patted him on the shoulder, which Damian instinctively shoved off.

“I only complain when there is something reasonable to complain about, and how other people perceive my constructive criticism is not my problem.”

“Yeah because telling me to stop wearing my leather jacket is such a reasonable complaint that entirely affects your life.” He rolled his eyes.

“You wear it year round and half the time you don’t even ride your motorcycle because you’re being driven around. It's pointless and you think it makes you look cool, but in actuality you look like an imbecile. But I’m glad to see that maybe the tides are changing since it seems to be absent from your outfit today.” Damian smirked smugly, but was confused to see Jason shoot back the same look.

“You’re wrong about pretty much everything you said just now, but I don’t give a rat’s ass what your opinion is on my outfits or why I chose to wear what I do, but I will let you in on a little secret. I was wearing my jacket today, took it off while I sat in on a few auditions for your little superhero movie, and now it rest on the shoulders of one fucking hot new actress in town that, and here is the secret,” He leaned into Damian’s space whispering, “ will probably be your leading lady.”

“Great so I may have to deal with some bimbo that probably slept her way into the audition and-” It was Damian’s turn to roll his eyes but Jason’s unforeseen shove made him stumble and swallow the rest of his sentence. 

“Don’t fucking say things like that. She had a fantastic audition while also being fucking hot. Don’t be such a prick and just assume things about someone because I say she’s hot.”

“Only girls you think you have a chance with do you even bother bringing up and 90% of the time they’re bimbos so excuse me for jumping to conclusions. Besides, there’s still auditions for the roles over the next couple of days, we don’t know anything yet.” Damian took a step forward but looked over his shoulder, lowering his voice, “And don’t even think about laying hands on me again Todd, we’re not friends, and we are not family.”

“Fuck you little D, you used to be a touch nicer when you were younger, guess that stick never came out on its own. I can just see it now though, you being jealous when you see your co-star and knowing that you can’t have her because I already will.” 

Damian fully turned to him now. “First, I don’t date coworkers. Second, anyone interested in you isn’t smart enough to be interesting to me.”

“Mark my words Dami.” Jason called out making his way down the hall and to the elevators.

Damian was already frustrated on his way up, now he was just down right pissed off. Jason sure as hell knew how to push his buttons. He tried his best to shake the conversation and took a deep breath before heading into his actual brother’s office.

“Hey D! Everything alright out there? I heard you and Jay’s conversation get a little heated.” Dick was milling about his office, collecting stacks of files together.

Dick’s office was very cluttered but in particular groupings. He thrived in organized chaos, he was a researcher at heart and made sure to analyze every bit of data before making a decision. It’s why he was such a good director, he really understood the background of his movies and would make sure they were as accurate as possible. His mahogany desk could barely be seen beneath the mounds of different colored folders representing anything from future projects, schedules, resumes, and even lunch menus to his favorite restaurants. The floor to ceiling window across the back wall of his office gave him an impressive view over the city and let a lot of natural light in. The office was still overall bright and clean, with off-white walls and light tan wooden panels, the light reflected well around it. Knick knacks from his early days with his real family in the traveling circus were placed neatly on the many bookshelves around the office. He had a plush couch and armchair in the corner facing a large flat screen TV and a coffee table that matched the rest of the wooden furniture in the room. On the other side of the desk were two comfy green velvet chairs for guests to use. It was minimalistic, but full of life. Damian didn’t feel cooped up in here like he did in Bruce’s office that had a much darker color palette. 

“Just Todd being his usual irritating self.”

Dick set his current stack of papers he was carrying down and excitedly started searching for something else in a file cabinet. “He’s been in a better mood since the audition we saw today just before lunch, this Ra-” 

“Dick, I really don’t care to hear about it right now. From what it sounds like, she probably isn’t worth the headache she’ll give us if she’s already throwing herself at Jason.” Damian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a seat in front of the desk.

Dick straightened up, a perplexed expression resting on his face. “I wasn’t aware they knew each other, she just borrowed his jacket for the scene but he didn’t mention he knew her.”

“To be fair, I’m not sure how acquainted they currently are, but he made it clear he wanted to get more acquainted.” He scoffed.

“Well then I’m going to tell him to back off, I don’t want anything ruining the potential this girl has. I think she’s our girl. She is our sorceress!” He threw his arms dramatically into the air.

“Be reasonable, Dick. You still have more auditions for that role coming up. You were probably just hungry.”

“Maybe, but maybe not. I’m telling you, you’re going to love her. I can pull up her audition tape so you can see what I’m talking about.” Dick practically ran to his computer, typing in his password. He barely was able to hit enter when Damian snapped the laptop shut on his fingers. “Ow!”

“Not interested until you’ve seen the rest. I don’t like you making rash decisions, that’s Jason’s brand, not yours. Besides, I came here to talk about something actually important.”

“Idunno Dami, I have a feeling about this one. But I hear you and I’d hate to be rude to the people that have worked hard on their auditions and count them out just yet. So I'll finish them out and go from there. However, this is actually very important, arguably more important than what you’ve come here to discuss.This is our lead female hero, your right hand woman. She needs to be good enough to stand beside you.” 

“You’re opening auditions for this massive role to anyone that can speak. I don’t know why you didn’t just go with someone we’ve worked well with before.” He crossed his arms.

Dick leaned his forearms on the desk. “ Like who? You’ve berated me for anyone I’ve ever suggested. Besides, how are we gonna evolve as an industry if we keep using the same handful of actors, it gets boring. I want fresh talent, and the chance to give someone their big break!”

“How charitable. I haven’t hated everyone you’ve said. Brown was okay to work with.” Damian huffed.

“Stephanie is not the right fit for this role, the Sorceress is dark, mysterious, temperamental. Steph plays the girl next door, happy go lucky type. Plus she hates you.”

Damian shrugged “True.” He always had a hard time with his female co-stars, either they were hired because they were pretty but couldn’t act their way out of a paper bag or they wanted to start a relationship with him to increase buzz surrounding the movie. He tried that once with Emiko Queen and after the movie premiered, just as he was coming around to it being a real relationship, she breaks it off right before announcing her next movie. He felt used and she somehow spun the tale to make him out to be the bad guy, and with his record, it wasn’t hard to sell. He swore that he’d never do that again, or even date co-stars in general. 

He’d done a pretty good job of making it clear from the beginning, but some leading ladies still tried, thinking they could change his mind. They never did.

“Anyway, if you came here to appeal the press release date change, I’m sorry but there’s nothing we can do about it.” Dick opened his laptop once more and typed something.

“You don’t understand how bad this is going to make me look to the Gazette, and if they mention it to anyone else, it’ll be even worse. If this is because you guys are afraid about what I-” Damian was leaning forward in his chair, his voice raising just a little.

“Damian, stop. Everything will be fine. We wanted to wait until your costume fitting so we can send some pictures with the announcement so people see this is happening and real and that we stand behind you fully. Bruce explained everything to the editor-in-chief and told them how much the pictures were going to enhance the story and they agreed. Plus with first look photos of the costumes, all the blogs are going to be jumping on the news and spreading it. By Saturday, everyone will know you’re heading my movie!”

“But won’t this put us behind schedule for the press tour?”

“Not at all, I didn’t schedule your first talk show until the following week as a precaution if we didn’t gather much wave of media presence. But I now worry we’re going to cut our impression short with the new stuff you'll be talking about." He was now reclined back in his seat, hands folded in his lap.

Damian wanted to argue, but it did all make sense. "And the other cast announcements?" 

"All will be released in due time. I'll probably save the Sorceress announcement until last though, really build up speculation and buzz."

"Not to mention drama." Damian muttered.

"Hey, drama isn't all that bad when it's speculation." Dick retorted, pointing at him. 

“This feels like the ‘no such thing as bad publicity’ excuse. And that always goes horribly wrong.” He crossed his arms, slouching a touch into the chair.

“That’s because it kinda is Dami boy. Except it’s truly not bad publicity, sure some people will get disheartened that it’s not their pick, but we’re working with entirely original material, no fanboys to worry about.” Dick seemed way too relaxed for a director releasing what is thought to be the biggest movie of the decade. 

“You still seem to be grossly overestimating the weight of the news about the Sorceress.” Damian stood from his chair and did his best to brush the wrinkles from his suit.

“And you seem to be a misogynist that doesn’t think his female co-star is as important as him!” Dick said firmly as he stood as well, palms on his desk with his body leaning towards the accused.

Damian sputtered his words, his eyes darting for anything to come to his mind right now. “I am not a misogynist! I just think that after my announcement, everyone else is gonna hold the same weight.” He settled his hands on his hips to help him look confident in his statement, but Dick could see right through it and Damian knew it.

“Admit that you’re scared some relatively unknown actress is gonna steal your limelight.”

“That’s not it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” Damian watched as Dick slowly sat back down, a calm smile on his face as he rested his right ankle on the knee of his other leg and folded his fingers in his lap. “Ok, maybe I think that we are putting too much stock in the idea, but maybe I’m worried that my chance to change the public's opinion of me is going to be overshadowed, especially with how big you’re acting like it’s going to be!”

“Let it out, Dami. We can’t ease your mind if we don’t know what’s going on inside of it. Look, I know that the press has been up your ass since the Emiko incident. But anyone that’s worth anything knows the truth and will not hire her ever again. But if our sorceress is the next big thing, it may not hurt for her to like you…not in any sort of romantic way. Lord knows we won’t push that angle again, but literally just think you are a decent guy.” Damian scowled at his older brother implying the task for the new girl to be difficult. “Then, if she does reach mega popularity as we hope, then she’ll be willing to do interviews with you and about you and then everyone can see how…charming you really are.”

“I see you and your committee have put a lot of thought into this. It would be foolish to not give your theory at least a small glimmer of a chance.” Damian pulled away from the desk and headed toward the door. He turned ¾ of the way back to Dick, “But she has to be tolerable too, I won’t fake liking someone just because it’ll be good press, someone will notice eventually and then it’ll blow up in your face.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way Damian. Now I’ll see you Wednesday for a moment to check on your costume, but we’ll really touch base again on Friday. Have a great rest of your day Dami.”

Damian nodded in response, closing the door behind but watching Dick’s annoying cheery smile disappear behind the door. He really hoped that they cast this role well because it’ll either be hell or the best thing to happen to him in a while.

[allaboardsubmas]

Part I

A/N: I am sick and can't stop sneezing from some allergies that decided to cruelly attack. So, I wrote three pages of a cute little drabble out of nowhere that I may or may not continue because, as always, I have Ideas.

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

Summary: Emmet is sick. Ingo frets.

***

Thrown forward by the force, Emmet gritted his teeth as he felt the spasms travel down his back before tightening at the bottom of his spine. The pain repeated itself twice, three times, again- 

“You are not going into work today like this. You can’t even stop sneezing.” Glaring up at his brother, Emmet’s body betrayed him as he tried to plead his case. This time he sneezed five times in a row and could feel the frustrated tears welling up in his eyes. He did his best to not let them show.

“I am Emmet. I am-” Hm. He did not like to lie, and he wasn’t sure he could claim he was fine. “I am functional. I can still complete my duties as I am.”

Ingo stared at him, verrry judgemental, which, well. Emmet had collapsed on the couch as the sneezing fit had overtaken him. But he had recovered! Ingo seemed to be waiting for it to happen again, and Emmet wouldn’t give him the satisfaction even as he could feel the burning at the roof of his mouth and the terrible sensation of something almost dripping and the burning increasing- 

“That is your fifth attack since we woke up, Emmet. We have only been awake for an hour.” Ingo had, at least, waited until Emmet had recovered and blown his nose. “Even if you show no other symptoms and this is a case of allergies, I highly doubt working underground with trains and Pokemon battles will help you recover.” 

“Allergies are always the worst after waking up. As soon as we get to Gear Station I will be fine.” He hoped he would, at least. Was it lying if he wished it wasn’t one? 

“And if you are not?” Mm. That was not a question he wished to answer. Ingo seemed to realize he wasn’t going to get an answer because he sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Let me take your temperature one more time. If it has remained unchanged, I will not force the issue and allow you to go.” 

“Deal!” Emmet beamed, muffling another few sneezes into his tissues as Ingo left to get the thermometer. After he finished blowing his nose, he made a face and immediately held the tissues out towards a fretting Garbordor. “I am once again verrry grateful we have you with us.” 

Their precious little thing gurgled happily before devouring the tissues, Emmet gently patting the steel she used for her arm. Since Ingo’s fretting hadn’t allowed him to dress for work, yet, he could feel how cool it was against his hand, the sensation nice after his body felt so heated from all the sneezing. 

“Emmet.” Startling at his name, Emmet looked up to where Ingo was sitting beside him- When had he gotten back? No, better, when had he sat down? “Please remain still and I apologize for any discomfort.” 

Ah. Ah. It was the ear one. Emmet hated the ear one. It must have shown on his face since Ingo’s expression softened before he held out his free hand, Emmet quickly latching on. “I apologize, I know you don’t like this. It is the surest way to confirm your temperature, however.” 

“Nn. Hurry?” Emmet shut his eyes as soon as Ingo nodded, trying to not squirm at the invasive feeling. As soon as it beeped to confirm it was finished, Emmet was jerking away and rubbing his ear. It usually wasn’t that bad, but his ears ached. Probably from all the sneezing? “May I be allowed to get dressed for work, now?”

“You may not.” Wha- But he had let Ingo take his temperature! He had said-! “I might not be, as well.” Emmet squirmed to look at the gauge at the clear worry in Ingo’s tone, squinting at the number and then wincing, and, okay. That was… not great. “Emmet, your temperature has risen three degrees within the past hour.” 

“Maybe it was wrong?” Emmet suggested weakly, whining when he felt Ingo’s hand against his forehead. He hated it because it felt cool and he knew what that meant, especially as Ingo gently tilted him forward before feeling at his back, collarbones, and upper sides. “Bad?”

“Bad.” Dammit. “You’re burning up. Here, lean back- Good. I will get you a cold compress and some pain relief to bring your fever down. After I will call us both out of work-”

“No- Wait, wait, don’t give me that look,” Emmet whined, waiting a moment to make sure Ingo wasn’t about to cut him off, first. “I’ll stay home. And rest. But at least one of us should go in. Gear Station cannot be missing both of its bosses.” 

Ingo looked like he was just barely stopping himself from pacing as he stood from the couch, bullying Emmet into laying down fully and stretching out. He then looked at him again before sighing. “You will rest? And call me on my breaks? Or fi it gets worst? You will need to take your temperature every hour until it starts to drop, and-” 

“Ingo,” Emmet interrupted, laughing and earning him another sneezing fit that Ingo handed him more tissues for. “Thank you. And I will be fine. I have been sick before. Besides, if you stay here you will likely get it as well. One of us should be healthy.”

“I’ll get it no matter what with how clingy you are when sick,” Ingo, the liar, complained. He then brushed Emmet’s bangs back and leaned down to kiss his forehead, Emmet relaxing and growing soft and mushy. “I will still get you a compress and the medicine you need. I am not running the Super Singles line so I will leave you Chandelure. She will be able to monitor you if things grow dire.” 

“Worrier,” Emmet grumbled, even as he softened into mush at his brother’s care and worry. “Softie.” 

“Brat,” Ingo shot back, ruffling his hair. “I will be back.” 

It may have been the rising fever that Emmet had somehow missed up on waking up first thing, but between what felt like one moment and the next he was wound up in blankets on the couch and the front door was closing after Ingo left. 

Chandelure chimed softly above him, Emmet freeing a hand to pat cool glass, “I will be fine. I will heal. Worry about Ingo. He gets verrry lonely without me there to annoy him.” Ah, but in truth, Emmet got just as lonely. 

Squirming in his prison-slash-nest, Emmet opened up his xtrans and sent a message. ‘chandlr crying. misses u verrrrrrry much. come home soon.’ 

‘I am amazed at how you continue to defy autocorrect even with a fever.’ Heh. ‘Drink water. I will be home soon.’ 

‘Mother Ursaring.’ Emmet leaned over to grab the water he had been left and take a couple of sips. ‘Love you.’

‘I love you as well. I will be home soon.’ Mm… Emmet stared at the words, slowly frowning and hoping it was just his fever that filled him with a sense of unease. 

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’