#2nd pt done and comfortably so

[galedekarios]

[stop-talking]

You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 4)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.4k words + 300 word epilogue

Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, comfort, happy ending.

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Mike sits at his kitchen table, trying not to nod off into his cereal. Today is a quiet day. A lazy day. His one day off.

Except, not really. There's always work to be done. He just has to figure out what today's work would be. He's caught up on laundry and dishes, the house isn't too much of a mess... Hm. Maybe he should finally fix the dripping pipe in the bathroom. Or the living room window that's been stuck for years. Or one of the million other things wrong with his house.

He sighs and goes to take a bite of his cereal, only to realize he forgot the milk. Damn it. When he opens the fridge, he stands face to face with a little blue dolphin stuffed animal. Right... Abby's still testing him. He leaves it alone, she'll see it when she gets home from school and assume her "spell" still works. Pfft.

Mike nearly drops the milk mid-pour when he hears the phone ring.

*click.*

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily, a little annoyed to have his morning brooding interrupted.

"Hey, Mike? You free at all today?"

He immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. It's been two days since he last saw you, and he honestly wasn't sure if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Yeah, uh... It's my day off, actually."

"Good. I'm using that 2nd favor."

Mike's heart races. If this favor is going to be anything like the last one, he was definitely up for it.

"Oh? Missing me already, sweetheart?"

"As if. I need you to build me a shelf."

A shelf? Well, that was unexpected. Hm. Better than nothing.

"What, like build it from scratch? Are you expecting me to buy the boards, or-"

"No. I have all the pieces. It just needs to be assembled."

"You can't assemble a shelf?" Mike scoffs, but secretly he's pleased. Sounds like you just want an excuse to have him over.

"Mike. You know I'm no good with tools."

No, he didn't know that actually. Liar. You definitely just wanted to see him again. God, he felt giddy.

"Mhm. Sure."

"Just get your ass over here, Schmidt."

"Woah, what's with the attitude, Princess? I'm here to help." He can't help but let some smugness seep into his tone. Okay, more than some. He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

"I've been working on the damn thing all morning. Almost three hours now. Not in the mood, jackass."

Shit. You sounded sincere. And really pissed off. Then again, what kind of a shelf took three hours to assemble? The fuck was it? A jigsaw puzzle?

"Alright, alright. I'll be over soon. See ya."

Mike slumps against the counter as you grumble something incoherent and slam the phone down. Damn, what is he getting himself into this time?

Only one way to find out.

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When Mike finally arrives at your apartment half an hour later, he feels a bit silly. He put on a nice shirt and trousers to come see you, and here you are in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Figures.

"Call for a handyman?" He greets you with a teasing smile, holding up his old rusted toolbox as he makes his way inside.

"Pfft. Someone's happy to see me."

Mike can't really say anything to that, so he doesn't try. He is happy to see you, even if you have attitude problems and dress like a bum.

"So, I bought the damn thing from a friend-of-a-friend, who got it at a garage sale. I swear, it has to be missing some parts or something, because-"

He nods as you rattle on and lead him to your bedroom, but he's only half-listening. He looks around your apartment, taking it all in. It's been at least six months since he last came over, probably longer. It doesn't look to have changed much. He likes your apartment. It's cozy.

"Anyways... can you fix it?"

Mike pauses in the doorway of your bedroom as you give him a sheepish smile and gesture to something in the corner.

Holy hell. Is that supposed to be a shelf? Mike can't help but think that the hideous agglomeration of boards and screws would only be good as a fire-starter. It looks more like a pile than a shelf.

"Uhh..." He bites his cheek, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe you really weren't lying about the whole "no good with tools" thing.

He finally loses it when you groan and flop down on the bed, hiding your face in a pillow.

"Ughh... Laugh at me, whatever. Just fix it."

"Jesus Christ. This has to be the sorriest excuse for a shelf I've ever seen. Sure you don't want me to haul it to the junkyard instead?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed and looking with disdain at the half-assedly assembled shelf.

Mike immediately shuts his mouth when you glare at him. Oops, right, you're in a bad mood.

"I mean, uh... you tried?" He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. He still can't believe you're actually this inept when it comes to assembly.

"Get to work, Schmidt."

Mike yelps as you kick him off the bed, but doesn't bother retaliating. He just grabs his toolbox and sits on the floor, examining the so-called "shelf".

"Well, the first step is going to be un-doing everything you did."

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You lie on your stomach in bed, chin propped up on your hands as you kick your feet in the air and ponder the sight before you. Mike's back is turned to you as he quietly works away taking apart the monstrosity you assembled.

"How long is this gonna take?"

"Well, If it wasn't so..." He trails off, glancing at you and choosing his words more carefully.

"...sturdy, it'd be a lot easier to take apart."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He gives you an incredulous look and gestures to a series of nails in a corner where two boards meet. It does look pretty ridiculous, the sharp ends pointing out the other side. Not your best work.

"You put nails in it, sweetheart." He scoffs.

"How else was I supposed to keep it together?" You give him your best pout, and gloat internally when he has to turn away. He's absolutely infatuated with you. Even the back of his neck is pink.

"It comes with screws for a reason, ya know."

"There's a difference?"

He turns and gives you a flat look, and you laugh. Damn. You can play dumb with him, but maybe not that dumb. Noted.

Still, it's a little boring just laying there and watching him grumble and pull nails from wood. You can't really mess with him too much either, because you really do what him to fix the stupid shelf.

"You want something to drink?" You finally break the silence, under the guise of trying to be a good hostess.

"Pfft. Need some whiskey to deal with this bullshit." He snorts, pulling yet another nail free. He'd almost gotten one board off. One. This was gonna take a while.

"I was thinking more along the lines of soda or tea."

"Jack and Coke, then?"

"Mike. It's hardly past noon."

"So?" He scoffs. "For me, this is like... evening, or something. I dunno. Sleep schedule's fucked with this new job."

That answer makes you pause.

"What is it you do now, anyway?"

He groans, finally prying one of the boards free of the clusterfuck.

"Night guard. Told you already, remember?" He tries to shrug the question off, but you're nosy.

"Where?"

"Uhh... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

"Speak up."

"Ugh. It's this stupid rundown hellhole pizzeria. Honestly dunno why anyone would wanna break in there anyways. It's a dump."

"What kind of a pizzeria needs a night guard? Or any guard?"

"The haunted kind."

You decide not to ask about that, simply shaking your head as you walk to the door. He's truly a loon. A loveable loon, unfortunately.

"Just tell me what you want to drink, Mikey, or I'm getting you water."

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Mike sits on the floor of your bedroom sipping his glass of water and wondering how he got here. If you'd told him a week ago he'd be building his witch of an ex-girlfriend a shelf, he would've gagged. Now...? Well, he just wants to go join you on that bed.

"So are you really just gonna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work?"

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Mikey? You smile, lying on the bed with your feet kicking in the air, giving him a look of pure adoration. It wasn't hard to do.

"Pretty annoying, yeah." He turns away with a scoff, returning to his work. If only he could get this stupid nail untangled from the other two... why would anyone use this many nails?

"You know, I think I liked you better gagged."

"Oh I know, sweetheart. I could see it in those evil eyes of yours." He can't help but smirk a bit at the comment, though. Sometimes he liked himself better gagged, too. He shakes the thought away and keeps working.

"Why can't you just get on hands and knees and beg me to take you back already?" You huff dramatically and roll over onto your back, letting your head fall over the edge of the bed. He looks silly from this angle. Upside-down.

That question nearly makes Mike drop his tools. Were you serious?

"Why? So you can laugh me off again?"

Ouch. It was true you'd turned him down the last time he'd tried it, but that was six months ago.

"Maybe if you used those big brown puppy eyes of yours on me."

That only earns you a grunt, so you verbally prod him again.

"Besides, why can't I do both? Laugh at you, then take you back? Sounds fun."

"Pfft. Fun? To toy with me? You'd probably break up with me all over again just for shits and giggles." He responds bitterly, still refusing to turn around.

"Mikey. Look at me." You roll back over onto your stomach and rest your chin in your hands as he slowly meets your gaze.

"I didn't break up with you just for shits and giggles. You know that. I'm not letting you sit there and wallow in self-pity."

Mike goes stiff from your words, but your tone is soft, and your eyes even softer. You're still giving him that adoring look. Damn it.

"Well maybe I'd rather wallow in self pity than admit you were right all along."

"You've had six months to wallow. Grow a pair and come kiss me."

He can't say no to that. Not when you look at him that way. He shuffles over, kneeling by the side of your bed. On his knees for you again, damnit.

You kiss him. It's different from the lustful, sloppy kiss you shared last time. This one makes you feel warm. You kiss him again. And again.

Mike really doesn't want this to end, but the knot in his stomach forces him to pull away. He has to ask.

"Why? Why are you doing this, I mean? Do you really want... to take me back?" He sputters, looking down at the floor.

"I'm not completely sure yet." You answer honestly, shifting and lying back on the bed.

Damn. That's not the answer he wanted to hear.

"Are you-"

"Come here."

When you pat the spot next to you in bed, Mike melts. He's a wreck right now, but still wants nothing more than to be with you, in every sense of the word. He silently complies.

"It's not about right and wrong, you know. As much as I love being told I'm right." You give him a soft smile, breaking the silence and placing your hand on top of his as you both lie on your sides.

Damn it. He'd done this with you before, this and so much more. Why was such a small touch turning him to goo?

"What isn't?"

"The breakup. It's about growing as a person. As people. Both of us." You lace your fingers with his, and can't help but laugh as his face reaches a level of pink you've never seen before.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be growing out of?"

"Pfft. I don't know, the emotional unavailability? The way you never made time for me? Constant irritability?" You start to dramatically list off his flaws, using your free hand to count on your fingers.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He huffs, and grabs your hand before you can make fun of him more. Instead, he guides it to his side, pulling you in a little closer.

"And you're miss perfect?"

"No. 'Course not. I have flaws too." You give him a sly smile, and start listing your own "faults".

"Too hot and sexy, too intelligent, too kind, amazing, sweet and caring..."

That's as far as you get before Mike scoots closer, burying his face in your neck and giving you a playful nip.

"Too arrogant." He adds with a laugh, wrapping his arm around you and letting himself melt further into you.

"My arrogance is one of my best qualities, thank you." You reply haughtily, sliding your hand up his back and into his hair.

Mike couldn't speak, even if he could somehow find the right words to say. Everything in this moment felt so right. His arm around you. Your fingers in his hair. He lets out a soft groan instead.

You aren't exactly eager to let go of this moment either, and just hold him for a few minutes. It feels nice to play with his soft brown curls.

"I'll do better. Please." He finally mumbles something to you, not bothering to move his face from where it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please what, Mikey?"

"Take me back."

He finally pulls back, just enough to give you a glimpse of those puppy eyes of his. Damn it. How could you even think of saying no?

"Yeah. Okay."

You both lean in for another round of soft passionate kisses, and Mike feels himself relax completely. His stomach unknots and his mind goes numb. For the first time in months, he feels completely safe.

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"So does this mean you'll babysit for me again?"

"Go finish the shelf, Schmidt."

"Yes, Princess."

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♡ Epilogue ♡

Over the past few weeks, you and Mike had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

He never did end up finding a new babysitter, and besides, you're the only one who could ever get Abby to finish her dinner. You had to graduate her from daily witching lessons to weekly ones, though, convincing her she needed to study for the more advanced spells. Secretly, Mike was just losing track of which objects in his house were supposedly invisible. It was quite amusing to watch.

Mike's favorite part of the day was coming home to you already asleep in his bed, and waking you up with a kiss. He'd then either lie down in bed while you shower, or hop in there with you, depending on how you felt. Either way, he loved the view.

The conflicting schedules made things complicated, but you were able to work around it. Mike slept better with you holding him, and consequentially, was a lot more agreeable. He did his best to make more time for both you and Abby.

He even started to open up to you for once, letting you take on some of his burdens. This man sure had a lot of guilt. You were certain he hadn't yet told you everything, but he told you enough. At least you finally knew what the fucking NEBRASKA poster on the ceiling was for. Now you kind of felt bad for all the times you teased him about it the first time you dated.

As for the damn shelf... well, he finished it. It was still hideous, but it was functional. There were holes in it from the nails, and the wood had even started to splinter in a few spots. You couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it, though. Not after how much work you both put into it. Even if most of Mike's work revolved around un-doing yours.

It definitely wasn't a perfect relationship, not by far. But Mike never promised to be the perfect boyfriend. He just promised to be better.

And he was, bit by bit, every day. Better. ♡

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Author's note:

Thank you all for the love!! This was my first time writing a fanfic of any kind so I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed it. Feels good to bring the story to an end.

Feel free to send me a request, I'd love to write more fics about Mike. Or any other J-hutch character for that matter, Mikey is just my favorite <3

[bbyblair]

small touches, pink cheeks. 

charles leclerc x f!reader 

pt.2!

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a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever written so please excuse any mistakes or errors in my writing! Any tips are welcomed and very appreciated. hope you guys enjoy this! let me know if anyone would like a part two. <3

summary: the start of the 2023 season, Bahrain in early march. you'd recently joined the sky team, working as a news reporter and interviewer for your beloved sport.it's your first week and a mix of nerves and anticipation swirl together in your stomach. you're giddy to finally meet who you’d be working with for the next few months… but what happens when an instant connection sparks up between the new girl and Ferrari's golden boy? 

warnings: light cursing, kind of angst? idk. sort of enemies to lovers? reader is annoyed at Charles :(

word count: 1.8k

thursday, march 2nd 2023. 

a small breeze creeps through your window and goosebumps arise on your skin. you can hear your alarm angrily blaring on your phone, but you hadn't woken up yet fully and your brain was still in a haze. suddenly your eyes snap open as you realise what day it is. it's race week and you should be heading off to the airport in around three hours, shit. 

you sigh the same dramatic sigh you had been doing since you were a little girl and roll your eyes. contemplating whether or not to risk another five minutes of blissful sleep. luckily you come to your senses before making that grave mistake. your feet pad lightly across your bedroom floor and into the bathroom, you pause and look around your room realising that from now on you're going to be on the move for a solid 6 months. it's worth it though, this career you had been working toward since you were in high school, and you're proud of yourself to have finally got here. 

the cool shower water finished off the job of waking you up and after spending a little too much time getting ready you were packed and heading off to the airport. 

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the flight went quickly, considering the ample amounts of work you had to complete before landing, but you managed to get it all done on the plane with a little bit of rushing. you hadn't had time to travel much during your childhood or during college so you were practically squealing with excitement when you emerged from the plane and began your journey to the hotel you were staying in. 

the taxi was stuffy and warm, and your excitement started to be replaced with nerves as you realised that soon you would be in the heat of the paddock, meeting with very important people and drivers. 

you always had a natural ability to make people feel comfortable and this helped you in becoming an interviewer, plus the three years of journalism school you just about survived. It had been a wild ride, but you were finally here, in bahrain, about to be introduced to your new life. 

after getting yourself set up in your hotel and ready for the rest of the afternoon you began making your way over to the race venue. it was huge, but empty due to the fact that the race was in a few days. The only people around were a few race engineers and team members who were discussing strategy for the upcoming race. you were looking for someone in particular, your boss who you'd met before in london. stumbling through the paddock you finally found where the sky hq was situated and after making quick friends with the rest of your interviewing team, some of whom you knew from back home, you all decided to go out for some drinks. 

the night moved fast and before you knew it you were making your way back to the hotel at an unreasonably late time and collapsed onto the bed, tiredness taking over your whole body. 

friday , march 3rd 2023. 

regret washed over your body as you woke up in your hotel room, your alarm blaring at you at a completely unreasonable time. you swiftly began getting ready for the day ahead, your first day. nerves overtake your body again completely during your short walk to the circuit, it was already swarming with fans, ready to watch the free practice after missing their sport for a few months. the staff entrance was hidden away and luckily not too busy, so you managed to sneak in on time. 

you greeted your team who you'd already become quick friends with yesterday and they began briefing you on the timing of the day and when you would be interviewing the drivers. you had been told that this morning you were meant to go over to the ferraris section of the paddock and conduct a fun interview with leclerc and sainz. some silly questionnaire to test their knowledge of one another by asking them some, in your opinion, very personal questions. of course you smiled heartily and agreed, after all this was your job and you were excited to meet all of the drivers, having loved f1 since you were little. 

you made your way over to the ferrari area, and you and the filming crew were kindly greeted by their pr team who directed into a room and informed you that the two drivers would be there shortly. nerves started to bubble up in your stomach, even though you were confident and knew that you were good at your job sometimes meeting new people stressed you out a little more than you liked to admit. 

shuffling and muffled voices were heard outside of the door and the suddenly it opened and you were greeted with two handsome faces, both smiling politely at you and they outstretched their hands for you to take. you quickly grabbed the spaniards hand and shook it. 

“mr sainz, its a pleasure to meet you, im y/n im going to be hosting your interview today.”

his smile grew a little wider and he chuckled, “please call me carlos, and its lovely to meet you too y/n.” you blushed a little at how he said your name in his accent and smiled at him. your eyes then landed on the monegasque next to you, his smile remained on his face but his eyes were unreadable and intimated you a little bit. his eyes raked over your form and then he also outstretched his hand. his grip was much firmer than carlos’ and he began speaking before you. 

“charles, I'm looking forward to working with you y/n.” his eyes then returned to their initial softness and his grip loosed. you were a little taken aback but quickly composed yourself. you just simply nodded your head in response and softly spoke out a small “me too.”

that interaction stumped you, and you were clearly flustered but the rest of the interview went smoothly and you had played the quiz game, the two men laughing throughout and their childish rivalry entertained you more than you liked to admit. but throughout the interview you had felt charles' eyes on you more than once. once you dared to meet his gaze, but as soon as you did he quickly looked ack at his teammate and continued with the game nonchalantly. 

maybe you were just making this up, you didn't know. but no one had ever looked at you the way charles did and it made an odd feeling rise up in your stomach.after the interview ended the two men shook your hand again and began to leave, having to get ready for free practice which was starting in a few hours.

the filming crew packed up and left. you turned your back and let out a sigh at the odd experience. shuffling through your bag for your phone you heard someone clear their throat behind you and your body snapped back and spun around. to your surprise charles was stood their. the same unreadable expression on his face which made your cheeks burn straight away. you looked around awkwardly, silence engulfed the room and you didn't know if you should say something to the driver or stay silent. his voice broke you out of your thoughts. 

“sorry, i didnt mean to scare you.” he chuckled softly and his eyes creased, easing your nerves a little. the hint of his accent poked through his words, it was very attractive you had to admit. 

“no , no its okay, can i help you with anything?” your voice came out harder than you imagined and more agitated than you felt. his expression hardened again and his smile fell, he shook his head. 

“sorry, i just thought i forgot my phone.”

you stood there and looked about the room. you felt the atmosphere in the room change and as you looked at him more closely you could see the outline of his phone in his jean pocket. he didn't know you had noticed, and you were confused as to why he was really here. not wanting to drag on this interaction longer than needed you quickly picked up your bag and began to walk toward the door. 

“I hope you find it.” you mumbled out. 

suddenly his body was blocking the doorway and you stopped a few feet away from him. your face burning red and confused about his behaviour. “you are not going to help me look?” he smiled and a sneakily glint in his eye made your heart skip a beat. was he flirting with you? you were very up to date with the gossip and knew he had a suspected girlfriend so his behaviour was even more shocking to you. 

“oh sorry.” you mumbled dumbly, not knowing what to say. you knew he had his phone and you weren't about to embarrass yourself by crawling all over the floor looking for it. 

“i've got to edit this interview i'm afraid, so if you wouldn't mind letting me pass.” you looked down at the ground as you spoke and mentally cursed yourself at the fact that your voice came out much weaker than you intended. 

“okay.” you could hear the smile in his voice, “i apologise ma douce.” my sweet. you didn't know what he had just called you but the french nickname paired with his voice made your heart sway and even more blush burned on your cheeks. he moved from the doorway with a charming smile and allowed you to pass through. 

your feet felt like jelly underneath you but somehow you carried yourself through the paddock back to your work area, a smile gracing your pretty features at what had just happened. but you couldn't allow anything to happen and you knew that, he had a girlfriend and it was your job to interview him. this is so wrong you told yourself. sliding a hand over your face to try to compose yourself, you began to start editing the interview. 

you paused in shock, watching over the footage you saw how charles gaze almost never left you throughout the whole interview. he was starting at you like an animal and you didn't know why. shock graced your features even more to see how he clearly was checking you out and when you spoke to carlos, his eyes even darkened in a overprotective manner. who was he to get so possessive over you? you had just met? anger started to replace the feelings of shock and you wanted to storm back into ferrari to give him a piece of your mind… 

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pt2?

[kawaiianimekitten]

Obey me x MC/reader

He scares you/ accidentally-ish makes you fear him

Pt 1 of Lucifer

Warnings: anxiety attack, angst

Note: this will be a hurt comfort, but this part is only the hurt. I didn't expect it to be so long. I hope to do the comfort part soon, when I do I'll link it here. I also plan on doing all the brothers.

Pt 2 here

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(2nd person)

You go into Lucifer's office with some tea, a snack, and some papers for him. He's been in his office all day, like usual, but hasn't even came out to eat or talk to you. So, you thought he was probably stressed and hungry. Plus, you found some papers he forgot. You were just trying to be helpful.

You set everything down on an open space on his desk and go over to him and give him a hug from behind, careful to not get in the way of his work.

He hums, acknowledging your presence.

You give him a small kiss on the cheek then go to sit on the couch in his office, picking up one of the books Satan lets you keep in there to entertain yourself during times like these.

After a few chapters, though, your phone starts going off. You panic for a moment cuz you thought you silenced it, and you forgot where you set it down.

Lucifer glares over at you as you clumsily find your phone to silence it.

"The hell are you doing MC?" Lucifer's voice deep and cold.

You find your phone and silence it quickly. "Hehe, oops, sorry, I really thought I silenced it."

His glare gets colder as he stands up and walks over to you.

If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under; and with the look in his eyes, you think you might end up there anyways. You've seen that look in his eyes before. Never directed twords you, though.

"MC. You know how much work I have to get done, yet you can't seem to stop bothering me. First you come in here, breaking my consideration, with things that are distractions, then you decide to look over my shoulder and distract me by being so close, and now you decide to break my consideration again. If I had the time currently, I'd give you a lecture, but I don't." His voice raising little by little as he gets closer, finally blocking you in once his statement is finished.

How he's looking at you and boxing you in makes you feel like cornered pray. Yet you try to stand your ground, cuz you don't want him to think it's ok to speak to you that way. "Y-You say it as if I ment to." You stand up, crossing your arms and look him dead in the eyes, shaking a little cuz damn that look is terrifying- "I was just trying to be helpful. I knew you were stressed, so I brought you some tea. You hadn't eaten, so I brought you some food. You left some papers lying on the kitchen counter this morning, so I grabbed them so no one would ruin them. I was careful to not get in the way of your arms or sight while hugging you and I thought my phone was silenced. I get that you're stressed right now, but I was trying to help, so I would appreciate it if you would take a deep breath and loose that attitude because I refuse to be treated this way."

He now looks amused. Not in the good way though. This change has you even more on edge than before.

"Ha! 'helping'. You aren't helping. You can help by leaving me alone." He slowly backs you up into a corner. "I don't need your so called 'help'; and I don't need you. You are just a human. A nuisance. You can't tell me how to act, especially not when you're so weak and useless."

By now you're trapped in a corner, with Lucifer in his demon form speaking so loud you think the whole house could hear.

(first person: MC/reader)

"L-Lucifer, p-please step back a bit." It's getting so overwhelming. I don't want him to think it's ok to act like this, but I just needa get out of here. If I don't leave, I might end up dead again.

He gets even closer, his face only inches away. "Or else what. You're just a human. If it weren't for Lord Diavolo, I would've killed you and given the bones to Cerberus by now."

His words hurt. A lot. I try to hold myself together, not wanting him to know he's getting to me.

I shove him out of the way and start walking twords the door, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "Who give you permission to leave?!" He yelled. The tears spill over and I can't control my breathing anymore. I don't feel like I'm getting enough air. Everything is starting to feel fuzzy.

"what's happenin in 'ere?" Mammon pops is head through the door.

"What's with all the yelling, I was napping" Belphie comes in, rubbing his eyes.

"And I'm trying to read." Satan says right after.

They all freeze for a moment when they see what's happening.

Then they all rush over, taking Lucifer's hand off my wrist and moving me away from him.

As soon as I'm out of his grasp, though, I curl up, into myself, covering my ears with my hands. There's a jumble of words, but I'm not able to decipher them right now.

Someone picks me up, I'm guessing it's probably Beel.

Everything is just a blur. I end up on the couch, curled into Beels side and Asmo frantically worrying about me and talking about how 'all this stress is gonna make him break out' or something like that.

Beel holds me close, and it's the perfect amount of pressure to be comforting but not suffocating. It definitely helps calm me down quite a bit. My breathing isn't quite back to normal and I still have tears running down my face. After a moment Belphie comes in and lays down on the couch with his head on my lap, wrapping his arms around me. I gently rub my hands through Belphies soft hair.

The mixture of Beel holding me, Belphie with his head on my lap, and giggling at Asmo being Asmo, all has helped me calm down.

I'm still pretty shaken up, but all that has taken a lot out of me. I yawn and cuddle closer to Beel and lay my hand on Belphies head while closing my eyes, just listening to Asmo.

I wake up with Beel still holding me and Belphie in my lap. Asmo and Mammon are now sitting on the floor, Mammon clinging to my leg and Asmo is right in front of me, sitting on a cushion. Satan is sitting on the edge of the couch reading a book. Levi is also here now, leaning on the leg opposite to Mammon, playing on his switch.

"You hungry?" I look over to Satan and see he's lowered his book and looking at me. I nod and he gets up and goes to the kitchen. He comes back with a big bowl of popcorn and some water. "You needa hyradte as well. Beel, don't eat it all, MC needs food too." I giggle at Beel, who already had a handful of popcorn.

"As you say MC, 'hydrate or die stright'" Asmo smiles at me.

I giggle, replying. "Well, I can't have that, now can I?" Before drinking some water.

As much as I'm scared to bring it up, I have to ask. I've been putting it off for 7 episodes and it's starting to get late, meaning everyone will start heading to bed soon.

"H-Hey... What happened with Lucifer? And where is he? I haven't seen him since I woke up."

Everyone goes silent, making my nerves spike again.

"Obviously in his office. Where else would he be?" Belphie groggily replies. "And since you're up, run your hands through my hair again, already." I do as requested.

"You don't have to worry about anyone being hurt, if that's what you're concerned about." Satan says.

"Mhm, we just played an uno reverse on him and give him a lecture." Mammon says, smiling, happy with himself.

Everyone heads off to their room after a few more episodes and it's now down to me and the twins.

"Wanna sleep in our room tonight?" Beel asks.

"I'd like that, if it's ok with you both..." I don't want to intrude or be a bother, but I would feel more comfortable not being alone right now.

Beel picks me up and puts me over one shoulder before putting up Belphie over the other one.

Once in the room, we all pile onto a bed. Beel has me laying on my back with his arms around me, while Belphie's using my stomach as a pillow. Surprisingly, I fall asleep fast.

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I don't usually write first person, so I hope I did ok. I hope you liked reading this, and I hope you have a good day

[starzioo]

𝐁.𝐙 ❦ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒?

This is pt.1 of my 4pt series. The next part will be posted a few mins after this!! I need need to quickly edit some things! This is a pretty long one and it took me AGES. Sorry if the plot carries on for too long, I rlly tried here. :,)

No warnings just fluff!

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You're a 6th year Ravenclaw dating Draco Malfoy. You aren't the stereotypical Ravenclaw, although you are academically smart, you were extremely street smart. You and Blaise have been friends since your 2nd year at Hogwarts. You two are close, but you grew apart after you started dating Draco.

THIRD PERSON:

Blaise, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle are all sitting in the Slytherin common room. "Pansy is so fine...I think i'm gonna try to get with her..." Draco says as he sits on the couch. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" Goyle says laughing. Blaise sits on the chair across from Draco, glaring. "I mean...who said I can't have two girlfriends?" Draco says smugly. "I don't know man, that seems kinda wrong, and plus aren't Y/n and Pansy friends?" Crabbe says eating a muffin. "Well, I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart...and if she can't figure out what i'm doing then maybe that's just a personal problem for Y/n." Draco says shrugging. "You know that she will find out eventually? I've known her since 2nd year trust me...when she finds out, you'll be sorry." Blaise says with a dead tone to his voice. "Well..I'm gonna go to sleep see you guys tomorrow..." Blaise says as he walks to his dorm. "What's his problem?" Draco asks scoffing. "Well they have been friends for a while now, I mean i wouldn't be surprised if he told Y/n..." Goyle says shrugging. "Let's just hope he knows better." Draco says dead tones.

TIME SKIP : 2 WEEKS LATER IN YOUR DORM

You and Cho share a dorm.

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"Cho...I got a question." You say as you roll to lay on your stomach. "Hm?" she says looking up from her sketch pad. "Do you think Draco actually likes me? I mean...like I know we've been dating for 7 months now but these last couple of weeks it's been different. I mean he doesn't even sit by me in charms anymore." You say resting your head on your hand. "Well...I know for sure when you guys first started dating that he liked you. I mean you two were inseparable...he was even trying to find a way into our common room." she laughs "but I just feel like he'a losing feelings..." you say flipping through pictures of you and Draco. "I don't wanna hurt your feelings Y/n..." Cho says turning around in her desk chair. "It's okay...I kinda already know your answer anyways." You say lightly smiling. "He's a player...he's known for liking a girl for a couple months then getting bored of them. I wouldn't be surprised if he's already found another girl. He just isn't a good person or boyfriend. I don't see what you see in him. You're such a sweet girl and if I was you I would be with someone whose not as vile and repulsive as him....but that's just me." Cho says closing her sketchbook. "I'm gonna go to sleep now and just let you think about what I said." she says getting tucked into her blue silk comforter. "Ok...thank you for everything Cho...goodnight." you says giving her a warm smile. "Goodnight Y/n, sleep well..." Cho says as she turns over.

You couldn't go to sleep that night. Cho's words stuck in your head. All night all you could think about was the fact that the boy you loved could be cheating on you. Everything you done for the past 7 months had been for Draco. All of it, your entire life, was Draco. You changed so many things about yourself just to fit his needs. You quite quidditch so you could go to his games. You spent your spring break with Draco in France, instead of visiting your mom in Spain. You even cut off Blaise...your best friend since 2nd year. A man that understood your emotions and thoughts. The only person who knows why you love astronomy, the only person who knows why you cover your face when you laugh, the only person who really knows why you love hugs so much. Blaise was the only person you had told such personal things to. Stuff about you that's so sentimental you didn't even tell Draco. You had never realized how much of your life was revolved around his happiness. You were giving your all into a boy that was giving you nothing in return.

THE NEXT DAY

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"Y/n! Y/n! Wake up! Its 8:45! You're gonna be late for charms class!" Cho says shaking you awake. "OH SHIT!" you say springing up from your bed. "Thank you so much for waking me up Cho!" You say as you frantically run to your vanity. Then you look down at your wrist watch.

𝟞:𝟛𝟘♥AM

"Ha.Ha. Very funny Cho." You say turning around in your chair sarcastically clapping your hands. "Did you really think I wouldn't wake you on time?" She says lightly laughing. "Thank youu, you know that I appreciate it." you say as you start taking your hair out of its curlers. "Perfecto~" you say when you see the first curl in your hair. "Cho you know what that means...perfect hair day equals a perfect day over all!" "Yeah yeah well last time I heard that phrase you fell in a puddle" Cho says giggling. "Yeah, but after I fell in that puddle I cast a perfect Patronus charm." You remarked as you continued getting ready for the day by doing you're skin care and makeup. Then putting on your gold earrings and necklace. "Hey Y/n, I think we should head out now if we wanna make it to breakfast in time to eat?" Cho questioned. "Yeah, ok, just give me a second I gotta get my charm bracelet on." As you are putting on your bracelet you remember that Blaise was the one who bought you it, in your 4th year.

FLASH BACK

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That day Blaise had asked you if you wanted to go to Diagon alley with him to go shopping. You and him had wandered around the alley going into every shop looking at brooms, sweaters, shoes, but most importantly you both went into a jewelry boutique. You and Blaise looked around until you came across a gold charm bracelet that had a dark blue diamond butterfly charm. "Ouuu, Blaise look at this bracelet!" you said as he wandered back over to you. You looked at the bracelet in awe;while as Blaise looked at you in awe of your beauty. "Uhm excuse me? How much is this charm bracelet?" You asked the worker who stood behind the counter. "I don't think you kids would be interested in that one...It's 80 galleons." The worker says looking at you two with pity. "Hey Blaise I think we should get back to Hogwarts...it's getting late anyways." you said bummed out. "Yeah...you can head back without me there's a couple of things I still have to take care of down here." Blaise said softly. "Okayyy, be safe though on your way back okay?" You said as you walked out of the store. When you were about to walk back into the common room you heard Blaise yell "Y/N! Wait!" You turn around to see Blaise running up to you. "Shhhh! You're gonna get us in trouble!" you whisper yell at him. "Okay okay! But I got you something..." He says as he pulls the gold charm bracelet out of his back pocket. You gasp "BLAISE! REALLY?! AHHH YOU DIDNTT" "Shhhhh!" he says covering your mouth with his hand. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" you exclaim ingulfing him in a hug. "You're welcome, now go to sleep. You should've already been in bed." Blaise said smiling. You went to sleep that night thinking that Blaise bought the bracelet. Blaise went to sleep that night knowing he stole it. But it just so happens that, that day was a good hair day.

END OF FLASH BACK

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"Y/n!" Cho says waving her hand in front of your face. You finally snap out of your thoughts. "Geez you zoned out for like 30 seconds!" Cho says mildly worried. "Heheh, sorry I didn't realize" you say finishing putting on your bracelet.

TIME SKIP TO CHARMS CLASS

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As you walk into charms class, you sit in your regular seat. You see Draco walk in, he looks at you, then walks to sit on the other side of the classroom. Although there was no actual assigned seats in Charms Class Draco had sat by you in every class you've had up until now. Instead of sitting by his girlfriend he decides to sit by Pansy? You were on your final straw with the way Draco had been treating you. All you can feel is your throat starting to burn. All you could do was stare at him conversating with Pansy. You wanted to get up and slap him across the face but for some reason your body stayed in the same place; you couldn't bring yourself to do it. As you continue to get lost in your thoughts, you feel a hand on your shoulder. A familiar aroma surrounds you - the smell of red wine, a almost musky scent - "Are you okay?" a low voice asks you. You look up to see Blaise. You take a moment to fully realize it's him. "Yeah...sorry I guess I just zoned out for a second.." you say slightly embarrassed. "I noticed" he says lightly laughing; he sits down next to you. You and Blaise sit in a comfortable silence and Professor Flitwick teaches the class how to cast a Auguamenti charm; the spell to make water. Everyone was working in partners. While Blaise was working on casting the charm, you couldn't help but stare at Draco trying to flirt with Pansy. "Y/n, it's your turn to try casting the charm." Blaise says monotonously; he takes the bowl and places it in-front of you. With a flick of your hand you cast the charm nearly perfect. "Wow! Miss. Y/L/N , perfect! Nothing less than what I would expect from my star student!" Professor Flitwick says happily. "You and your partner may have the rest of class off!" He says making a arm jester to the door. As you're heading out of the classroom you feel Draco's eyes staring at you. "Hey... wanna go chill in the court yard or something?" Blaise says nodding his head in the direction of the court yard. "Mmmm, Sure..." you say smiling lightly. When you and Blaise sit down on one of the stone benches he turns to you like he has something to say, "Can I talk to you about something real quick?" Blaise says with a unsure look in his eyes. "Mhm, of course" you say curiously. "I feel like we've uhm grown apart I guess...we used to be best friends but now I feel like we don't even talk to each other, you know? I don't know...we've just been friends for so long and I uhm.... i just don't wanna lose you...I guess what i'm trying to say is that I miss you, I miss talking to you, I miss sneaking around the castle late at night, I miss going to Hogsmeade with you, I just miss everything about our friendship." Blaise says avoiding eye contact with you. "Blaise i'm so sorry" you say feeling a tight burning sensation in the bottom of your throat, you feel the tears building up in your eyes. It was rare for Blaise to open up like that; he has a habit of keeping his feelings tucked away. You hug Blaise, your arms around his neck; with your head tucked into the crook of his neck. He hugs you back. "I'm so sorry Blaise...Draco said he didn't feel comfortable with me being around you so much...I should've never let it go this far..." You say with tears rolling down your face. "It's okay. I figured it was something along those lines." He says un wrapping his arms from you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. "Hey Y/N there's one more thing I need to tell you." Blaise says. "Hm?" You say keeping your head on his shoulder. He pauses. "Draco...he's cheating on you...or atleast he's trying to. About two weeks ago he was saying some dumb shit about how he's gonna go after Pansy." He says dead toned. "I know..."

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I reached the max character limit oml. T.T

[citieskyes]

Placements in the house series

Pt 2

Sun in the 2nd can indicate much of your identity closely relates to your financial stability. Money plays a significant role in your life and as a result, you can be financially driven. This placement can indicate having a strong sense of self-worth. This can also indicate starting your own business.

Moon in 2nd finds emotional comfort from material things. They might be stingy with their money. When depressed, they enjoy making purchases and buying things as it brings them joy. Your emotional well being may depend on your financial situation.

Mercury in 2nd are suave when it comes to dealing with financial matters. They can be very smart with their money. You may use your intelligence to deal with business related matters. You may also be very direct and straightforward.

Venus in the 2nd brings luck to the individuals finances. You might be seen as shallow and materialistic, but above all you value stability. This placement can indicate interest in working in a careers related to beauty or aesthetics. Your partners may like to spoil you by buying you things. Alternatively, you may marry rich!

Mars in 2nd may be very ambitious when it comes to money related issues. This placement can indicate a strong work ethic and you like to take charge of things. You may radiate leadership energy and others look up to you. However you may be impulsive with spending money as Mars is a reckless planet.

Saturn in the 2nd may face limitations with their finances. You may have grown up financially disadvantaged. As a result, you may be stingy with your money or you don’t know how to manage your finances. You may feel guilty when purchasing things. One of your biggest fears is poverty. Your lesson is to learn what is your true value outside of finances.

Jupiter in the 2nd may indicate finding luck in financial affairs. You may acquire money easier than others. Money finds its way back to you. As Jupiter is a planet of expansion, you may have an eye for aesthetic and thus you’re prone to being a overspender. Due to Jupiter’s influence, financial opportunities come your way easily. You may have the ability to make money out of anything, meaning you’re destined for a luxurious and wealthy life. Jupiter in the second means that you have a lot of self-confidence as the 2nd house also governs our sense of self-worth.

Pluto in the 2nd can indicate that much of your power comes from your resources and finances. You may get good opportunities when it comes to making money. You may come off as stingy as you have a deep fear of poverty. This placement can indicate transformation with your sense of values and this can lead to a deeper understanding of yourself.

I do $15-20 birth chart readings so message me if you want yours done x

[starsworldd]

venus in houses <3 (pt. 1) 💖

make sure to check out domino 1 by iamsagsssssss on spotify + other popular platforms!! 🫧

venus in 1st

❀ venus in first house is indicative of a person who loves to create and who may have the qualities that of venus (charming, diplomatic, friendly, etc..). you’re overall a pleasant person and friendships + connections w/ others may play a key role in your identity. you may like to experiment with your fashion sense and creative self-expression as well. some drawbacks to this placement however is that others may see you as superficial and a people-pleaser.

venus in 2nd

❀ you’re rich (jk but maybe ;>) this may indicate that you feel good about your overall sense of self since the 2nd house rules how we feel about ourselves. you may have nice clothing and possessions, you could have a good voice or artistic talent. venus is in its own house here so venusian themes throughout life (wealth, luxury, pleasure) are accentuated. you may befriend people who are bankers, artists, chefs, etc.. a drawback could be being stuck in your comfort zone + self-indulgence.

venus in 3rd

❀ these people find joy in communicating, writing, short trips, and may find good relations with their siblings + peers at school. this may be someone who loves to learn about a variety of topics as well. this could also indicate a love or passion for content creation and social media too!! you may receive a lot of admiration and positivity from people on social media. you may charm people with the words you say, you mediate with your words. this placement may have a tendency to gossip and maybe lie :(

venus in 4th

❀ these people find the most pleasure and comfort in being home and/or with family. maybe you grew up in a nice house or had some loaded family members, but regardless things tend to go smoothly for you with life behind closed doors. this could indicate that you really like doing interior design or maybe even architecture with homes and things to do with real estate. your relaiotnships throughout life provide you with a sense of emotional stability and you may have a lot of childhood friends/family friends.

venus in 5th

❀ venus has it’s joy in the 5th house so this is another lovely placement for venus!! venus here may indicate someone who is talented in the arts (much like venus in 2nd) and enjoys living life to the fullest. these people are often popular due to their fun, loving attitude with others. venus 5hers may also be able to profit off of their hobbies! on another note though, venus in the 5th may also mean a pretty active and pleasurable dating/sex life too <3. however, laziness may be something that’s indicative of this placement.

venus in 6th

❀ this is someone who is popular in the work place, and may befriend many coworkers. this placement can also indicate a good connection with animals or nature too. you may have passion and enjoy your routines, diets and working out. you may have generally good health throughout your life too (an attractive body glow-up too?). this is also a placement that loves to serve and help others. this is someone who has an aesthetic way of getting sh*t done. be careful of not being too nit-picky and a perfectionist w/ others.

thank you for reading <33 i will do submission posts soon. ☘️

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List Part 2

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them, and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

Larrisa Weems: 

Punishment By:suckerforcate

Pomegranate Lips pt.2 By: cissyenthusiast010155

Valentines chaos By: littledollll

You Want Some Cheese On That? By: spoilmesweetieforficssake

Love Notes (Ch. 4) By: queerfanfiction 

Darling By: v3nusxsky

Dirty Dancer By: spicy-picklez 

Winter Getaway By: mandy-asimp

Only Pretending #3 By: Tanith-rhea

A Perfect Fit (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Sleeping Beauty By: spicy-picklez 

Beg By: suckerforcate 

Professor Weems By: suckerforcate

A Love Like Yours By: cherrysweetdevine

The Neighbor Lady Ch. 3 By: daydream-cement 

Love Notes (Ch. 3) By: weemsgay

Dreams, You Say pt. 2 By: cissyenthusiast010155

You make me feel safe (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz 

Compatible (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz 

Worthy of my love By: moodreaderlesbian 

Her powerful hands By: cherryapplejuice 

Sleepy head By: cherryapplejuice

Drabble By: widowromanova 

Sweet Corruption By: cissyenthusiast010155

Temptations Tongue By: marvelnatswhore 

Hands By: cherrysweetdevine 

Use Me By: cissyenthusiast010155

Tame the beast By: cherrysweetdevine

Work Distraction By: plaguedoctorino 

Show Me By: ja-reau 

Larissa Weems X Fem Reader By: freakish-ghoul 

Corruption pt. 1 By: cursedbambii

Larissa Weems X Reader Headcanon By: poorwritingstaleoffee

Holding Back From You By: thevillianclub

Snow White Hands By: mithril 

One Bed By: suckerforcate 

The Teacher’s Assistant Part 1 By: thats-my-peach

Take a bite. By: cherrysweetdevine 

Favor for Favor By: plaguedoctorino

Challenge (Part 2) By: widowromanova 

Screw Your roommate, ill show you a good time By: tanith-rhea

From across the room By: widowromanova

Trying Something New In The Bedroom Chap. 3 By: regalbootie

In The Shadows By: thevillainclub 

Magic Kisses By: illegal-heartbreaker 

Ablaze By: thevillainclub

Mine By: bagdaddyb

See Me After Class (NSFW) By: wasjustred

Under The Mistletoe By: plaguedoctorino

A Lesson In Trust By: wasjustred

Relationship Headcannons By: realsapphicwife 

Its Obvious By: illegal-heartbreaker

Comfort Person (SFW) By: wh0re4women

To People Watch One Person: Part 4. By: rippersz

Words Hurt By: v3nusxsky

Here to help By: littledollll

Comfort me to sleep By: v3nusxsky

Guardian Angel By: queerfanfiction

I need you-fluff By:  v3nusxsky

Hot Coco Kisses By: bunniebubbleswrites

Larissa Weems Headcanons By: ladylarissaweems

You’re Not Alone By: Just-your-casual-nerd

What You'll Never Have By: duke-of-poosay

Dinner Mix-Up By: daydream-cement 

All These Years Later By: cherrysweetdevine 

Don't Go Breaking My Heart By: spoilmesweetueforficssake

You’re Rightful Place| NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Winter Getaway By: mandy-asimp

Dominate Me By: weemssapphic

Stood Up (NSFW) By: milfsloverblog

Her Little Minx By: paulsonwifey

Come Over Tonight (One of my personal Favs) By: moodreaderlesbian 

Heaven’s gate By: fadingdaggerr

Only Pretending #7 (I LOVE this series, so good) By: Tanith-rhea 

Beautiful One By: littledollll

Hidden Meanings (NSFW) By: v3nusxsky

Cara Mia.... (One of my favs) By: kingpreciouswrld

Cara Mia 1.5? By: kingpreciouswrld

Miranda:

Movie Night (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Sweet Confession By: Billiedeansbitch

After the movies By: pro-weems-places 

Sex and Pancakes (NSFW) By: daydream-cement 

Lucifer: 

Our forever By: littledollll

[a-libra-writes]

Short headcanon for Ned Stark reacting to 2nd wife pregnant. Like Home Again pt 2 but a headcanon? I LOVE YOUR BLOG AH!!! thanks

this may be similar to other Ned family stuff ive done but!! Idgaf!! This is our 10/10 husband material family man. Im gonna base it loosely off Home Again since u mentioned that.

Ofc these HCs will include pregnancy, symptoms/changes relating to that and a femme married reader.

While this was an outcome you both expected and wanted, Ned is more than happy when his lady wife tells him the news. Perhaps to some it wouldn't be anything exciting - this would be the third fourth child Ned had, and by a second wife, no less. Yet he's just as happy as if it were his first, and he scoops his wife up in his arms and holds her close for a long while.

It's actually Ned who helps with much of the initial symptoms and worries. He helped Cat through Sansa, as much as she tried to insist it was fine. This sort of attentiveness is considered strange for most lords, but Ned cares about you! What your body is doing is amazing and what you're going through is unimaginable to him. He wants to make sure you're comfortable, that you have plenty of ginger tea for nausea, that you're eating well, and so on. The servants at Winterfell think it's sweet how doted on you are, as if you were carrying the heir.

That said, the further along you are, the more nervous the children become. Jon, Robb and Sansa are all old enough to know this is how Catlyn passed, even if they don't have the details. It gives Sansa anxiety in particular, as even at six, she understands this is something women do that leads to them not being around anymore. She becomes more clingy, more nervous, and has trouble believing it'll be okay this time. You and Ned do your best to reassure the children, even bringing in Maester Luwin to insist that it'll be alright.

Also, it must be said that Ned takes a liking to the glow and plumpness your body takes on as the moons pass. Quite a liking, though he becomes horribly flustered if you point that out. Perhaps you shouldn't tease; plenty of lords ignore their wives during this time and think nothing of it. Feeling extra attractive and being so doted on a luxury most ladies don't get.

[quarter-life-crisis2]

Fav kpop group tag game

@minisugakoobies tagged me months ago so I am here finally 

Who is your favorite k-pop group?

BTS have been the most consistent long term, but I move around a lot…

Which member sparked your interest first?

Taehyung I think. I for sure agreed to watch Hwarang for him even though he’s barely in it

Who was your first bias?

Tae and JK

What makes them your current bias?

JK is still my bias for sure, the most consistent one in the rotation. I think he’s an all-rounder for me. I love his dance style, his voice, his looks and his personality is fun and intriguing and very different to mine in a way that makes me curious. Also, I love piercings, tattoos and his sense of fashion

Who is your bias wrecker?

Yoongi and Namjoon are always battling here. Yoongi for his calm demeanour and easy-going charm (and beautiful face) and Namjoon for how fucking attractive he is. Like I would try and date him for sure. He looks amazing but the way his mind works is the sexiest. Growth is sexy too, so is being inquisitive and thoughtful. Our cooking would be horrendous together, so he can pay for takeout, but we'd have exhausting and amazing conversations on politics and philosophy. 

Which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

No one, Namjoon is my prime obsession for now, JK just left and Yoongi was a long term resident in my brain before that. 

When did you first discover this group?

Probably summer 2020. I lived with my ex and his family at the time. His sister was a Kpop fan since 2nd gen and had tried to show me stuff but nothing stuck until 7th sense - nct u. Then I got into GG and eventually BTS with their MAMA performance, but I was resistant for some reason. Then it clicked and took over my brain that summer. 

Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

Nope unless we’re counting their online pandemic concert. I was home for the holidays, having breakfast in bed watching it. My dad set up the sound system for maximum comfort. 

What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

Tough choice… Airplane Pt 2, Magic Shop, 134340, Look Here, Coffee, Ma City,  Run BTS, We On, Attack on Bangtan, Spine Breaker, Boyz with Fun, Begin, Lie, Go Go, Dimple, Dis-ease

I again have no clue who has done this already, so I'm just gonna tag everyone I can think of rn (no pressure ofc) @gimmethatagustd @yoongiphoria @chryblossomjjk @magicshopaholic @ugh-yoongi @hamsterclaw

[karliahs]

state of the wips

total posted p5 wordcount: 33,940 total written p5 wordcount: 62,193

series continuations:

[seen and not heard 2] - 2.5k words - ren POV - pretty close to done but also so self-indulgent i physically blush when i think about it

promises (seen and not heard 3) - 3.5k - This One Has Other Characters In I Promise - more scenes written than not?

[bargaining chips 2(/2)] - 3.5k - 2/2 in this universe - maybe 2/3 done just in terms of getting words on the page

[bargaining chips 3] - 1.3k - why does this fic idea from less than week ago already have a 2nd sequel. this one's an akechi lives continuation bc the exact flavour of sad this AU provides is apparently really addictive to me and me only - less than 1/2 written

one-offs:

rupture - 2.5k - aka ren's complicated but not evil parents exploration. aftermath of ren arrest no. 1 as him and his parents fai to communicate - maybe 2/3 written, mild-medium likelihood of actually getting finished

[More Parents Stuff I Guess] - 1.5k - ren visits for the summer break post-game and the gang are Concerned. lots of discussion about autonomy and how removing a 17 year old from his functionally acceptable but non-loving parents is Complicated Actually - maybe 1/3 written

[royal h/c that kind of isn't h/c because akechi wouldn't play ball] - 2.5k - the period of royal before the PTs wake up is so fucking sad for ren and i wanted to write something exploring that that is also the closest this particular version of akechi can get to comforting someone - mostly written but idk how i feel about it, may just be a Practicing Voices thing that never gets posted, esp bc it covers some of the same territory as bargaining chips

not very likely to actually get finished so maybe not technically a WIP but they exist:

[post-shido palace thoughts] - 1.5k - the sakura-ren-morgana family clean up leblanc right after shido's palace - just kinda getting my thoughts out after replaying this part of the game, mostly couldn't just figure out who's POV it was so tried to a more broad not right-up in someone's head POV and it just doesn't feel right

solitary - 2k - briefly attempted to write post-3rd arrest solitary confinement recovery hurt/comfort, did some research into that, quickly concluded i do not feel qualified or okay writing about it lmao. did manage to reuse a scene from this for seen and not heard 3 though

uninvited guest - 1.5k - discussed previously, thoughts on ren's place in the sakura house, other things just grabbed me more and also a lot of this got explored in seen and not heard

[No Nuance parental neglect stuff] - 4k - discussed previously, one of the 1st things i wrote and i feel like i've explored these ideas better elsewhere

[danepopfrippery]

Sunrise Sunset Leak Summary

MY...GOD.

We open with Dadszlo wondering wtf is up with his surly teenager. He tries to tell Colin to pick up his toys etc and Colin sasses him and leaves his headphones on.

We see Dadszlo and Guillermom having tea discussing the puberty issue, and Nandor playing a book reader, barely partaking in whats going on. We see Laszlo having playdates for Colin and comforting him when a kid broke the rules...but hes like a full grown man acting like a kid lol. Guillermo tries to teach him how to play baseball to no avail.

Our opening credits are Dadszlo melancholy singing Sunrise Sunset while watching his angry teen son. We see a bunch of pics of him and baby Colin from the past year incl formal portrait shots and everything and my heart literally broke.

At the club nothing has gone well. They tried vampire rap battles but vampires are too volatile, improv group but vampires dont get improv ‘cuz its not funny’, bachelorette parties, horror house tours (with a human remarking the sire is just a cheap costume off amazon) and finally basically vampire chuck e cheese.

Back at home Nandor says they cant talk to Colin cuz they arent speaking the jive, the slang kids respond to. He goes to try this, finding Colin bashing in the basement (Laszlo calls it his healthy angry release) and he humors Nandor but makes the jerk off motion when he turns around to leave.

Back at the club PT Barnum is there and Nadja is like I am pretty sure hes dead. Guide is like nah hes a vampire...then its revealed they have the 2nd largest collection of human souls in the US (translator cut off at who has the 1st). The souls dissolve back into the bottles after 24hrs and the Guide has learned how to revive them for that time with witchcraft. So of course they decide to reviva Scott Joplin inventor of ragtime (who they fan girl over).

Back at home Colin is in trouble...he stole Sean’s car. And hes sassing his parents. Sean is trying to help and its just pure screaming. Sean says they should duke it out, Guillermo says fuck no thats the worst idea. Colin apologizes and says maybe he can help Sean drag his car out of the pound. As they leave his eyes glow and his parents realize yeah hes an energy vampire again and Laszlo will have to tell him.

Back the club Scott is playing while the girls plan, they think about bringing back Diamond Jim Brady before concluding they could revive people from history and host it as a one off night. It...doesnt go great. Most of the people Nadja picked dont speak english and no one showed up anyway.

Back at home Laszlo tells Colin and Colin is like why didnt you tell me before? Laszlo’s explanation while saying how great he is is that he didnt want to limit Colin. Colin says god dammit and Laszlo winces. He starts saying God and Christ til Laszlo is writhing and runs from the room upset.

Meanwhile Guillermo is realizing since hes almost grown and Nandor made his bf run off with his clone hes basically an empty nester. Nothing ever gets better but it never changes. He’ll always have something to do but it’ll be like being a hamster in a wheel, you never get any farther along.

Guillermo checks in on Nandor after literally giving up on cleaning. Asks if hes okay cuz hes been kinda quiet lately. Nandor is still reading. He says yeah Im kinda glad for the loneliness, the quiet time after dealing with Mawra. And Guillermo is like so you just wanted the wedding and now your done you dont care if anything ever changes? Nandor is like I dont have time to look back lol. Years pass no biggy. Guillermo is like then what then? Nandor says well you’ve noticed I’ve gotten back to my reading. For how long? Oh 15-20 years we’ll see.

After Nadja’s second history night bombs (Guillermo listening 11 times made them .06 cents lol) She puts the wraiths on a bus for universal orlando for a ‘vacation’ (minions?) and then sets the club on fire...only to find out later that the actual club didnt burn cuz the blood sprinklers finally worked but her OFFICE WITH HER MONEY DID. She blames this on blood liquor.

Meanwhile Colin  got back to hammering and found a box. The box had a slide. The slide led to 4 spots on the wall that when hit reveal a hidden closet and archive. They of course end that on a fart noise. When we see him next hes full fledged adult baldy colin.

He acts like nothing is amiss and the whole fam is shocked. Nandor asks is that really him? Colin is like um yeah why? Laszlo asks does he remember speaking/singing in a childish voice at the wedding etc. He takes that to mean Sean’s pillow sale party and does the Jar Jar voice. Colin unaware of what the fuck has gone on says he’ll pay to restore the wall he busted out and anything else that needs done (they have over half a mil in the bank).

Colin brings in contractors and tells them what to do. He asks Laszlo what to do with the race car bed. Laszlo says it was yours dont u remember? Colin says no Ive never slept in a racecar bed in my life. Laszlo says dont u remember the last year? Me singing while looking at your baby pictures? How I raised you? Nope he just remembers his funny tummy at the birthday party and then now. Laszlo seems devastated but tries not to show it.

The ep ends with Guillermo taking his money duffel bag (he never revealed to Nadja) and offering it to Derrick to turn him into a vampire cuz if he doesnt change something nothing will. The way he talks (could be jammed with the translator) he seems to be acting like he will not come back cuz he tells the crew they can use his room for storage if they want to. He leaves at daylight so none of the vampires know. After asking Derrick it cuts the end. Finished with the entire group singing Sunrise Sunset over the credits.

[peace-for-levi]

t i c k e t s , p l e a s e.

so excited to host my 2nd event! i want to thank all 600 of you for following.

i love tickets, they just look pretty. a very nice momento of a precious memory. a brief snapshot is all it takes for a rush of memories to consume you.

i invite you to come purchase a ticket for a memory of your choice, then please choose from one of the characters below!

levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, pieck finger, jean kirstein, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, eren jaeger, erwin smith, hange zoe (+others)

hurt comfort dialogue prompt

dissociation starters

subtle smut starters

hurt comfort, pt. 2

for the damaged starters

reassurance

(open to prompts from other links too if u have read my rules and can provide a link yourself... the amount of hurt-comfort)

rules!

1. you must be following me. i do check.

2. i reserve the right to just, not do a request.

3. anonymous requests are allowed, but off-anon requests are preferred. if you're requesting something of the NSFW variety, you MUST NOT be using anon.

4. some hard no's: character death, be it read or your chosen character, torture, cheating, anything obscenely dark. if in doubt, ask!!!

5. i'll try get these all done but i have other series i am working on at the same time so i may be writing these after the event has ended.

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[eraisme]

Howdy!

So...I haven't died...yet. I'm surviving purely out of spite, as per the usual. I'll throw the reason for my general absence under a cut, but it's still lovely to see even those of you who don't want to read. <3

Well...here we are. Thanks for clicking to continue reading. I appreciate your interest.

My uncle (aunt's husband) is still in hospital, still not much going on "upstairs". I wouldn't call it a coma. Maybe a waking coma. IDK. He just...exists at this point. Able to move his eyes and follow conversation with them, able to watch what's on the television with them. Still unable to talk or move on his own. Sad really, but...not dead yet. IDK if he'd be comfortable with this state of living through, if I'm completely honest. However, there are children at stake atm. I know it's hard for everyone.

On August 2nd, I had to get my mother to the hospital. She, quite literally, lives on my sofa and I take care of her (started because of her financial troubles and turned into medical ones...also I think she's afraid of being alone). However, I'd been taking care of her even more for months at that point while she didn't want to go to the hospital...mostly because she's a stubborn whatsit. It was running me ragged. She was in a great deal of pain and there wasn't any "reason" for it that we could tell. No slips, no falls, no harsh turns, no heavy lifting. None of the usual reasons. She always had a bad back as I was growing up, something I happened to inherit (lucky me), but this was more painful than anything she had previously experienced. This was something else. Agoraphobic me took her to a specialist the Tuesday before and she had a CT scanned for that upcoming Monday, which she had to cancel because of the pain (August 2nd was a Wednesday, btw). I couldn't get her out of my flat because of said pain, so I called 9-1-1 to come and retrieve her. She's been in the hospital since. They quickly wanted to release her from the ER the same day she got there with some pain meds (and without having done any actual scans), but my aunt (her sister and a different aunt than the one whose husband is in the hospital) advocated for her...thankfully. Turns out my mother actually has Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. A large growth in her back that had crushed 2 of her vertebrae that was not present when she had scans for a gallbladder thing in January 2022...and THEY WANTED TO RELEASE HER initially.

So far, she's had surgery to place rods in her spine and move the tumor so it isn't pressing on the nerves, but that's come with a whole thing as well. Infection, post-op blood loss (that they couldn't find the cause of as there were no active bleeds and she had to receive 10 units of blood), fluid retention, losing the ability to walk (though they're doing bedside PT and I think it's because of the previously mentioned blood loss), time spent in ICU. (Which they answer the phones as MICU (read mick-you), which sounds an awful lot like NICU, so I thought I was calling the wrong

I speak to her through Google Meet, but...I feel awful. Hospitals are hella triggering for me, well beyond just not liking to be there. I haven't been in to see my uncle either. I have very good days where I'm able to do things and very bad days where I'm stuck in bed. Sometimes one can turn into the other at the drop of a hat so...that sucks. Thank the gods for Instacart, that's for sure.

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' FINAL CHAPTER/pt.12

Well, this is it. Time to end their Jedi Story-

Had my bumps and rocks in the road with the ending, but I hope I didn't disappoint too much.

And as always I would love to hear your thoughts, especially now, about the first installment, maybe last, depending on the outcome of the poll.

Update: The 2nd Book is currently being written and posted, just in case you didn't know.

TW: Character Death.

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ENJOY! :D

Word Count: approx. 6.100 Words

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With regained confidence, regained bravery and most importantly: with the definite knowledge of Cal being safe, not being hurt or worse, you began your way back to the Mantis.

Trilla gave you one thing to look for: the Archived Data Log from 30 cycles ago, Data Log Nr. 8749…it wouldn't hold all the things they did. But apparently the first proof of many that you would need to know that they did these atrocities.

Your stomach still gurgling with heavy complaints about you just deciding like that to follow the lead of an Inquisitor, you comm the crew. For whatever reason, Cal requested of you to remain mute when around them once more. But then again, you could think of a small reason: Not letting them know that you witnessed something else that threw you back OUT of your muted mental state.

Fortunately, you comm-ing them has become the universal code for "I'm done with the mission."

Cal told BD what he was supposed to say "for you", since this was the previous highly convoluted communication method.

BD was immediately on board, nodding feverishly and to a degree you both worried he could tear an important cable on accident. BD also voiced the constant worry he had felt for you, how he wished desperately that he wasn't so "small and useless", that he would have defended you more.

"Don't worry, buddy. You already did far more than I managed to do, you stayed at her side no matter what…i couldn't even do that..."

Seeing Cere stand in the arch of the ship's entrance, arms crossed and waiting, you felt off. But after your senses already betrayed you back on what they felt about Cal's fate, you suddenly no longer wanted to trust them this blindly anymore.

Though, what if they just took a beating as well during your general steady decline? It probably would take a good while for your senses to be like they used to be.

"Where is the child?" She asks…coldly, at least usually she attempts to be normal when approaching you. Not right now though, staring at you and the little Droid on your back, comfortable as always between the roots of your wings. That one Droid that prepared his lie on the way back, 'No child. Not even a trail. Only an ambush'

You never understood why BD refused speak the same full, intelligent sentences with the rest as he did with you or Cal, but you would have to ask him later at night. Wherever you two would spend that night today…

"An ambush? You're telling me that the Informant lied to us? He was a trusted source, how do you explain that?!" She had never yelled like that before, what had gotten into her? BD too sunk lower between your wings as you began to fake your fear, dodging her icy glare. She needed to believe that you didn't get back your strength, it would make BD's attempt at investigating harder than needed.

But...if you could, you would show her what you thought of her, Data Log or not. You would give her a demonstration of what a mere padawan was capable off with enough incentive.

What an animal is capable of.

Then Merrin came into view, her outfit letting you know exactly what she had been doing beforehand: testing out rituals in her room, as always. She…also had an odd look quite shortly ghosting over her unique features and you remember the jealousy you even now still felt towards her. But her express was not as bad as Cere's, she looked more hurt than anything else, "Wait, an ambush, does that mean...that there was no kid?" Deciding you needed to finally get onto the ship, you ever so silently shake your head dismissively while pushing your body past the still stiff Cere. You could feel the glare even from behind, it rivaled the heat of a Lightsaber pressed against your scaly back...

"Apparently there was no child, even though the information came from one of my most trusted sources and I make sure everyone around me is trustworthy…" Cere explained to the young Nightsister with an accusatory tone directed towards you in every word as you hurried past them all, ignoring the surprised Greez coming out of his room at that moment.

You didn't want to see their faces any longer than you had to anymore, taking everything in your body to keep the control over your emotions. Years of training with Master Tegra finally paid off...but for how long could you continue like that?

Why did they even talk to you in the first place, if the only thing they probably still saw in you was the animal that made you up partially. To them, your human side was dead, broken and wasting away in the void. Maybe they thought the most human thing left of you was the ability to understand their words...

And they probably also thought that you felt the same way, since, well…a human would talk, wouldn't he?

You hated such simple minded beliefs, like they were the actual animals at the end of the day...

Seeing only animal or human.

Only black or white.

Only good or bad…

Refusing to elaborate your finds beyond BD trying to sell the made up Ambush story coming straight from Cal's fantastic grey cells as good as he possibly could – in that case staying behind in the living area and near the cockpit for you – you quickly disappeared into your formerly shared quarters once more. The karking engine room…

No matter how silent one actually runs in the end, the Engine room usually was used in stories to tell the listeners how rodents managed to hide on a ship, scavenging for the rotten scraps of the actual passengers.

And if not for dirty, unwanted or undesired animals, for said rodents, it was used to describe the nearly nonstop working place for the underpaid workers that kept the ship's engine from dying to malfunctions. Though that story metaphor would fit much better on a big ship. Not a little nutshell like the Mantis is.

In this story…their story…you're the rodent.

The animal.

So, just like an animal clearly is supposed to behave, you strip your sweaty and dirty clothes off your body. They unfortunately took quite a beating from the sheer endless missions since you bought them and it's been just as long as Cal was gone since you had gotten the chance to even buy a new set of clothes that fit your unusual requirements, or even new underwear. Or new anything…

The Mantis was nothing but a safer, more dry

cave...

Using the mirror from Cal, you dared to truly look at yourself for the first time again.

You looked like an animal too. A malnourished and severely sleep deprived animal. Dark, dry circles marked your sunken in eyes, only now you saw a small glimmer back in them, hope. Or was it anger? You didn't know, as both had been lost to you, so it might as well have been both.

Your blunt and splintered claws went to feel the areas of your face scales that stood out most to you, having to realize that they stood out that much because they turned out to be dry and flakey. Very dry. No wonder they itched so badly, they hadn't seen any other moisture but shower water, tears and sweat. And sometimes blood.

How could you just…let yourself go like that?

You never had such issues back in the actual karking wild almost six months ago and there you didn't have access to showers and moisturizer every day or even every week. You had months you looked like absolute dogwater and yet…you looked even worse for wear now. Because you knew you let that happen to you despite being able to run away the whole time...

Back then you had no choice and you knew the appearance would change again as soon as you found your way onto a planet that thankfully knew what a Refresher was. You had this hope constantly keeping you from seeing it coming down to the very worst.

Unlike these three months... you were sure this was it. You found your mate and lost him within 24 hours tops and it made you feel like you didn't even deserve to call yourself whatever your species was, that even your ancestors would shake their heads at your pathetic life story. Even their name had become too obscure, enough to be forgotten to time…

The door above, the one you locked, suddenly hissing open caught you off guard as you quickly covered the mirror again, carefully slinking back to the front to see who managed to unlock the door. But at the sight, it should've been obvious…it's just BD-1.

'I locked it again!' Just like a good boy is supposed to. You hold out your hands at the opening for the ladder, motioning to him to jump down onto them.

Once back on your level, he jumped off your hands as well, pacing to the beds quietly. "D-did you find anything?" You whisper as quietly as you possibly could, not wanting them to find out just too soon. One part of your mind wished he didn't, not sure if you could withstand the possibility of having being lied to all your life and yet BD nods slowly, staying quiet nonetheless, simply looking at you with his Optics. He wasn't able to stand still, prancing around on his legs like something bugged him.

"So? What did you fi-"

And without another warning except a low and depressing toot, clearly in defeat of you apparently not having forgotten what you two came here for in the first place – Would be quite silly to think that you would just leave it at that – he starts…a recording.

A data log…

'Recording Data Log Nr. 8749, This is Cordova, currently on the planet Rhothant, a quite mysterious but breathtaking one. Accompanied by my new Padawan, Cere Junda, I and various others of the Order have been sent here to check in the operations. I of course took that opportunity to do some recordings for my research for the many species of the Galaxy.'

The recording went on with the by now familiar man, though much younger than on the holograms he left for Cal. Next to him? An also younger version of Cere, nothing but a metr child, even younger than you and Cal are right now. The events of the recording started off in a mine, looking similar to what various books and legends talked about when they mentioned your kind, but bigger...and quite obviously industrial. Massive, hollowed out structures and mass amounts of rails leading into more tunnels that lead to even more tunnels, rock piles being towered high at the furthest end.

And then…then you saw them, one in particular.

Another one of your kind…barely recognizable as one by the severe disfigurement.

Shackled. Bruised. His wings were cut beyond any chances of healing or fixing them, leaving nothing but badly healed stumps to keep him from attempting possibly another escape…not that he mentally looked anywhere near capable of that.

His red eyes were vibrant in color and yet glazed over, a special place that once had to have held strong willpower and maybe also love for his very own special one, his former mate. Dust and dirt stuck in every fine crevice of his green scales, his horns cut short and blunted down, undoubtedly a bad job with the horns' nerve endings seriously inflamed when they were cut into as well by accident, just like his wings.

The further the recording went, you found more of them. They all looked the same way, tired, dirty, sickly…working till they eventually broke down...

And slowly but surely, you also felt yourself become ill at their appearance, at the conditions they were kept in...the first tear rolling down your face as you had to watch their suffering, painfully aware that you could no longer help them...

And in all of that, you did not see the Empire's Sigil once, for one obvious reason that Trilla called out before you left: This was years…literal years before they had even been able to create and manage such a huge project! At this point of history, they had to have been in hiding still…

No, the only symbol proudly displayed at the entrance of this one mine – Cordova talking about there being over 20 others… – was the sign of…of the Republic.

Trilla was right.

The enemy was right.

The very people that you trusted for all your life, the one you trusted and followed in their footsteps blindly…the one you trusted with your life should it ever be endangered. It was them all along? They caused the extinction of your species and you fought for their beliefs like an idiot!

While Cordova walked towards something glowing in the back, you began to doubt yourself, for never having seen the massive hole in their story until today…and how nobody else did either.

It was taken across the Galaxy, taken at face value by everyone that heard it. Not one person in the Republic questioned their cover up stories, no one even dared to think about investigating, after all, for what? Since it must've been so evident that it had to have been the Sith that caused such a massacre, only they are capable of cruelty after all…!

They just let your kind rot and die on their own planet, slaving away at the hands of the very same Republic that made slavery illegal with the Rights to Sentience clause. They talked about that very clause for hours in school at the Jedi Temple back then, the disgusting hypocrisy you had to witness in this very moment causing more and more acidic bile to rise up your throat.

And in that whole recording, there was Cere…not once looking majorly shocked by what she saw. When she saw one of the workers break down and nobody came to help that poor, dying man, even then her warm smile didn't leave. For Cere, this was nothing bad…for her this was for "the greater good" of the Republic, just like any other old, boring Resource Project Cordova dragged her to. She didn't feel the same or any pain on that day, even by being present, instead of the pain and hopelessness you felt by only being able to watch that frail man collapse.

He didn't move after he fell, the nerves in the stub – that once had to have been a majestic and battle hardened tail – making it twitch from muscle memory, two Worker Droids grabbing the now lifeless body by his cut open feet and dragging it away to some unnamed tunnel. You could only imagine what lies at the end of it…

Goosebumps began to cover your exposed skin as even BD looked like he became uncomfortable from watching that section, probably a second time too now...

And makers, you really didn't want to continue watching. You had seen what was needed to be seem to make your...undebatable decisions…but you had to see the rest, you deserved to at least find out why they were held so deep underground...no matter the emotional distress you already went through from only the first parts.

Many...way, way too many...gut wrenching moments later, you felt your eyes tearing up at all these atrocities they managed to hide from you. The people that took care of you…did they all know?

Did Master Tegra know?

Did your Clones know?

Did you really trust and leave your life at the hands of people that previously enslaved your whole species?! Now you wondered if even they, your only family back as a youngling…did even they saw nothing but an exploitable animal when they looked at you? Did they never feel any shame or did they just take all these lives lost for granted…for this supposed greater good?

A familiar object on the video lets your mouth fall open though…that was their karking reason…

Kyber Crystals. Huge chunks, rivaling the purity of Ilum's…

Chromium, mine cart after mine cart with its raw form being taken out from the small holes they forced the men through.

Cortosis, a blaster conductive and even Lightsaber resistant metal…though not very useful for armor in the end.

And, shockingly enough…Beskar. Far less than what could be found on Mandalore and Concordia, but the fact alone that Rhothant seemingly had notes of the high quality Iron…

"And the Metal Resources are just the tip of the iceberg if we're talking about all the uses these strong, durable creatures have for the Republic. One of the greatest discoveries-" even if for just a moment, you scowl at his tasteless choice of words, calling you and your Species Creatures…he really only saw you as animals. Work Animals that helped him to further his karking Studies…

" -was that this Species has shown critically increased potential for Force Sensitivity, even the untrained children showing an incredible connection to the Force from a young age, which would now bring us to our next two uses as this species."

He left the mines, the video skipped further ahead before suddenly stopping entirely as BD shook his head terrified, optics begging you to now ask him to show you what he did end up skipping. And you didn't…for now.

You could continue this horrible revelation later, for now you had to atleast try thinking about what you just now witnessed instead...

Everyone probably knew and they deliberately chose to keep that information from you and…how…how did you even end up in the Jedi Temple?

You already told Cal once – during your few one on one days – that you didn't remember anything about where you came from – not even the name of your apparent Homeplanet, Rhothant, rang a bell – the last memories before the Jedi Temple a painful blur whenever you tried to reach back to that part of your life, as you were nothing but a mere toddler back then. You had been in Master Tegra's care for as long as you could actually remember…he was like your father figure, he had always been far more than just a mentor to you...

Could it be that Cal connected the dots before you?

Did they take you from your parents against their will...and how many kids were hit with the same fate as you?

'Please...don't watch the rest…' BD whoops and beeps quietly – slowly beginning to back off with the worry of you perhaps trying to manually continue the recording – clearly knowing much more than you at that moment, maybe even too much for his innocent personality...

And for your currently scrambled eggs like mental state, you were sure that was better as of now. But his odd request worried you…what kind of things were on that damned recording? What else did they do to your people?!

"I won't. For now…but someday I will have to, even if i don't want to feel this way again. I deserve to know the full reason that apparently made erasing a whole species okay to do in their eyes…" you return bitterly, giving him some much needed and yet trivial head scratches, not just for him but also to attempt calming your fringed nerves, your tail tip – even while having become blunt like your claws – breaking any unfortunate loose object behind you as it erratically and strongly swished back and forth across the ship's floor, taking significant part in showcasing your inner turmoil at this moment.

You never knew if BD was even able to feel your head scratches, only that he seemed to at least acknowledge and play into them for you, leaning closer to your claws everytime, sometimes going as far as lying down next to you. Next to him taking recharging breaks at night, those were probably the moments he moved the least, simply enjoying these few moments left that weren't occupied by missions or you being haunted by your own trauma and nightmares...

BD trusted you and you trusted BD.

'You're taking this better than I had thought.'

Oh you don't even know BD…the stacked and build up anger deep within you was boiling hot, like the centuries old Magma in a Volcano ready to finally erupt after keeping quiet for all these years. But you had to hold back for now…you…you had to contact someone first...

"I'm not."

A small 'oh no…' was all he could answer to your sudden and blatant change in tone, shortly letting your actual emotions shine through as you changed the selected frequency on your wrist comm, blocking a different one while you were at it anyways.

You wouldn't need the other one anymore after the next events of today.

"...Cal, are you there? It's…it's Kyra…" you heard your voice break in-between, starting to sob as the realization now fully settled in at your thoughts, eating away at your sanity once more. He almost immediately responded, clearly having run towards the stationary comm on their ship as he pants out his response, "Y-yes, I'm here!...is everything alright…Kyra?...are you okay?"

For a moment you pause, imagining him in standing directly front of you as he talked, the same handsome smile as always, just as you desired to keep remembering through these tough months, though right now he was probably frowning from his tone. He was worried, obviously.

While you miserably tried to think about your next choice of words, BD went to the small bedside table on Cal's side, motioning you with his head to come to his side. He needed to show you something...

"…I…I found it, well BD did…and- please…please, come get us before...before I do something I might not regret." The words came out more panicked than you initially intended them to, having yourself partially choked up on your suddenly overwhelming emotions crashing in like waves…you're on the same ship as someone that was a proud part of the people that caused your species' extinction.

You had slept on that same ship as that monster person…without a care in the Galaxy.

As you went to look at what BD wanted to show you so pressingly, dragging yourself half-heartedly over to the droid, Cal cursed on the other end of the comm, talking to Trilla in the back. But you didn't catch what he was talking about until he turned back to the comm.

"Does that mean that you-" "Yes, Cal-...what…what is that, is that what i think it is?!"

BD at first pulled then pushed open the small drawer, some useless little tidbits Cal sometimes fiddled with, old screws and various slightly worrying amounts of candy wrappers littering the upper layer. But below it lied a…a tip. Inside of a glass casing suspended was an animal's tail tip.

Not just of any tail, but of a severed dragon tail.

The appendage had a small bit of the original tail left, the red meat on the inside, the bone…everything. Even the purple blood was preserved within the glass-like substance.

"C-cal…" It was nothing but a weakened whimper now, the comm barely picking it up, the hand that just held onto the offending object dropping it like it burned even your skin, the clank of it keeping you from totally drifting elsewhere. This once belonged to an actual living, breathing being! A living being that was the same as you!

Wh-why was this here?

"Yes, my love?!" ... M-my love…

"D-dragon Tail…in…in...", how he even still heard you through the further and further receding quality our your choked out sobbing was a mystery, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was simply the helpless feeling of distress he sensed even through the artificial communication, all the way back in the mountains where their ship had landed. "O-oh that…I found it while sneaking into Cere's room while everyone else was out, when i tried finding more of these grotesque Data Logs…"

It was Cere's, of course it was. Who…who else would keep such a disgusting display, like...a trophy…

"I…I think I shouldn't have touched it, Kyra…"

Why-...no…

"You could feel it, couldn't you? Their pain?" Every once in a while you would actually almost forget about Cal's special force ability, Psychometry, that he could not just sense the emotions connected to objects, he would see and hear the past events the object was in and used for unfold. He would've seen this dragon-person's entire life and upbringing…and their eventual death, a death that couldn't have been natural with Cere keeping the tail...

"And…and so much more, Dragonfly…I couldn't stay any longer after witnessing that...T-That poor old man, Kyra. I-I just couldn't look at her the same karking way anymore, you have to understand-" Was that his true catalyst, why he finally made this decision? The echo of this very tail tip?

"I do..."

Effectively avoiding having to look at the tail a second time, you leave his old bedside, kneeling down to the flat drawer below your bed. Pulling it out, you're faced with mostly all the Ponchos that once belonged to Cal, even his most treasured one...the one he said he always wore back on Bracca, looking the most worn of them all. After he left, you relocated them to your also mostly empty drawer, switching out the one you held during your "sleep" every three rotations for a different one, trying your best to keep his scent in your thoughts. Because at first, when you didn't and his scent faded from your pallet, you had become restless. You no longer knew where he was and then you even began to lose the way he smelled, it caused near panic at one night.

It was BD who one night pulled one of the Ponchos towards your bed. Initially not because of the Scent, he simply thought a piece to remember him by would help you get through that especially difficult night. The first of many...

And Cal had so incredibly many, even after almost three whole months, you still hadn't used a Poncho twice…but your favorite had always been the dark blue one, "Hyper Shell"-branded one he wore to almost every mission. It smelled the most of him...his scent clinging to it like an expensive cologne just got dumped all over it, it almost ended up making you dizzy from the overwhelming amount of him on it.

"Hey Cal…?" You whisper back, trying to calm your overall emotions down to low…simmering…as you shakily grabbed a backpack from the same drawer, "Yes?" His tone was almost the same as yours, barely holding on, but for you, he kept his still very noticeable anger back.

"W-which Ponchos should I bring with me?"

And there it was. A dry chuckle. He loved your absolutely absurd ways to try and ease up a tense situation, air usually thick enough to cut with a knife or claws. But today…he knew himself that if he didn't play along with your almost pathetic last attempts at keeping yourself emotionally and mentally in check, he would find nothing but metal scrap in the Mantis' former spot. "You know I like them all-" "T-then…all- all it is."

He heard it in your voice, you were moments from going off like a badly built firecracker wheel he vaguely remembered from Coruscant being used during Republic Day…he can more than imagine how it must feel to slowly begin to realize that for years, you celebrated the same people that caused your suffering in the first place.

If he so desired, he could feel your Echo as well, your unique and one of a kind shared connection making it all possible. But he was afraid of what he might get to see, the death of your Master, your friends, everyone you had ever loved or seen as close enough to call family before he entered your life.

What he was even more afraid of was that he would get to see what exactly you meant when you said you were endangering him by being at his side.

"Kyra-"

A hard knock against your still locked door lets your fingers almost automatically fly to the end-call button, eyes wide at the not-just-yet-intrusion. But you were smarter than to answer verbally, knowing you would lose your cover that way. Though...by now…did you need to anymore anyways?

"Kyra, get out here quick, the scanner just picked up an Imperial Inquisitor Ship coming right to our location, we need to leave ASAP!" And Inquisitor's ship…he…he was really coming to get you?!

The door hissed open with you unlocking it, setting you immediately eye to eye with…with her. Calm down, Kyra, don't…don't…do not let her-

"WHAT?!" ah sssshit-

"I knew it." You repeat, WHAT?!

Something on your face, maybe your expression or the fresh tear stains, must've triggered her as her dark eyes widened, a bitter scowl all she thought you were worthy of as she grabbed you harshly by the shoulder. How did she dare?! Has she already forgotten in these three months that you could quite literally make her body implode and then explode if she angered you any more than she had already?

And boy were you close to-

click.

"You think simple karking shackles can keep you safe from me?!"

You had broken so many of them in your surprisingly short life, a shocking amount due to a certain Mandalorian's inability to stay out of trouble like everyone on the ship usually told him to and demanding you to follow him on his trips, since he wanted you to use them for hands-on training. Trips that always turned out interesting, fun, exciting. Even if they were dangerous, especially for teen back then. They stimulated all the right corners of your young and reckless dragon brain…adrenaline was your drug back then. And you still liked it when doing such things at the side of the right company.

"I wouldn't have used them if I didn't know that they would. Bought them a month after that traitor dragged you along, just in case you ever went out of your boundaries...like right now."

The sheer audacity she had to call Cal a Traitor was actually the biggest insult in that whole sentence as you began to struggle against the unexpectedly heavy binds.

Nobody insulted him. Not without consequences!

"How, how did you know?!" She continued dragging your less than willing legs into the middle of the living area, Merrin and Greez huddled behind the holomap, which wouldn't have been much use to them if it weren't for the shackles, as they watched Cere push you to the ground and onto your knees.

Force Suppressing Cuffs…if you wouldn't know better, they felt like they weakened more than just your Connection to the Force…you couldn't even resist against her pushing you and you were many times physically stronger than this old hag.

"I had a tiny helper…though he did it unknowingly...he is way too loyal to you two."

BD…did she activate the camera function without any of you three noticing or realizing? And when…when did she-

"Yes, I knew where Cal went. All this time. That's why I held back BD, in case he managed to get ahold of you already back then…" she sighs, eyeing the mentioned Droid, he had been quick to run to your side, nudging your side worriedly, trying to dodge her glare by hiding under your hands. And his entire frame shook, more emotions present in one miniature Droid than even half of the old Republic Senate it seemed…

'You need to stand up and do something, please, Kyra! Cal…Cal, he's coming for us…'

You know that, BD, you know…but Cere's grip on your shoulder felt like Neuranium pressed down on you. You were forced to hear her stupid monologue, barely getting out your own words as she went on. And on...

"But fortunately back then, you still were on the right path. You ran away. But he was already inside of your head, like a parasite he infested your already greatly flawed mind..." Who did she think she was to decide what was wrong with you? She wasn't your Master, she wasn't your boss…she was nothing to you, she never had been anything in the first place! The only respect she ever got out from you was for Cal, to keep him and you out of trouble!

When your wrist comm beeped, telling you about a call from "Unknown", you panicked…but just for a moment.

Apparently she was already fully aware of you and Cal talking again, so why shouldn't she hear his words. The words of the boy she called traitor while it was the other way around, stabbing you in the back, lying and keeping important truths to herself. "BD…could you, please?" He understood your request to accept the call and did so before Cere reached him again, running back in front of you, where your body was able to shield his much smaller one.

"Kyra?! I was worried that you didn't pick up, we're almost there, have you got everything you want?"

Cere, listening without interrupting him, came to a loud laugh as she gripped your shoulder tighter, drawing a wince from you. How was she able to…what kind of Cuffs are these?!

You heard him gasp at her familiar voice behind the small wrist comm before catching on, "Cere…" "Did you really think I'm that stupid, little boy? I have years and years more life experience than either of you two combined. I know the faces of people planning to backstab me more than you would expect…"

While she…continued monologuing…something you realized you deserved to do for at least once in your messed up life, you motioned BD subtly to go for the door controls. If Cal said he was there soon, you had to get ready to go, a slight problem being the fact that you saw the Mantis already in the air now. They really were going to leave the planet, they are about to kidnap you!

The thought alone, being separated by Cal once again – probably that time forever after you lost your cover – made a unique but familiar panic settle into your bones. You had to get out!

You had to get back to him!

Cal!

"Let me…go!" In the back, Greez shouts out in pain as he stumbles backwards and into Merrin, a small bright flicker from the edge of your vision saying everything you needed to know, BD shocked Greez. He definitely tried to keep him off the door controls, Merrin now also trying to restrain his small body. But within time, he got there anyway. Using his scomp link, the Droid just barely dodged Merrin to quickly scurry back over to you, his sanctuary.

"Karking dammit! BD blocked the door controls, I need to manually override them if the door is supposed to close again!" Manual overrides took ages on this stupid ship…

"Thank you BD…" you whisper, but the Droid never reaches you again, hearing his "shouts" behind you. At the same time, the near crushing weight of her hand lifted off of you.

In an instant you used that returned freedom, spinning your body around while getting back onto your feet to face Cere, albeit very unsteady as you stare her down. If…if you just could…

You wanted to hurt her, you never wanted anything more than to just…H U R T HER.

M A I M HER.

RIP HER A P A R T...

Nothing would've held you back anymore by now…but of course these horrible Cuffs took away your strength once more after only just an hour ago gaining them back finally.

"Just like Master Cordova had predicted all these years ago…Your kind was destined to wander the wrong path, way too easily drawn to their emotions, to their attachments, just Animals after all... Just. Like. You. They were lost and so are you!" She shouts, holding onto BD's small legs as he feverishly struggles against her hand. But his Shock Mod still had to recharge fully…not much longer, Buddy.

With the door now fully opened – Greez already working on that override – you felt the push of air from the Mantis flying higher via autopiloting. But that wasn't everything...you also heard another ship getting closer, a distant hiss of a heavy ship door opening mid flight.

He was here. Your mate has come back for you…you're not condemned!

"Maybe the wrong path for a Jedi…but I always saw this whole system as flawed in itself. There is more than black and white!" Your growling shout returns, you felt the anger quite literally vibrate in your body.

It fought against your restraints. The Force didn't like to be contained and you disliked it as well…something in common, huh?

Over the Comm, you heard Cal shouting your name in desperation, partially reaching your ears from the outside as well as you backed up towards his voice's direction. Hands cuffed or not, your wings would not be able to be contained!

In some sense, your kind would've always remained free, if they hadn't cut their wings off…mutilated them and the most prided body parts the dragon People possessed.

"You need to Jump now, Kyra!"

No, not without BD! You wouldn't leave him, he was your friend and he was Cal's best friend!

Closing distance once more for just a split second, you – with a swift upwards whip of your tail – leave a deep and memorable cut on her thighs, watching BD drop unceremoniously to the ground. You took that as your signal to turn around and start towards the door once again, he would be quick enough to jump onto you in time.

Already out on the small door's platform, you fought against the increasingly thinner air, shielding your eyes with an arm as you begin to spread your wings. You saw Cal at the other side, golden eyes wide as he smiled hopeful and arms spread wide to catch you, just in case you needed it. Or maybe he just wanted to hold you again as soon as he could...

He missed you terribly. He let you feel that emotion and all these others swarming his thoughts at this very moment.

From behind, you heard BD's little metallic feet approach quickly, hastily beeping something you didn't make out in time as you begin to push yourself o-

Until you heard the familiar humming.

And you had to realize way too late...your lightsaber was no longer at your hips. It was gone.

"I am not letting the Empire get another one of you! Even if I have to kill you myself!" Before you're even able to be surprised and call out in shock, your eyes catch the flash white blade of your Weapon directly next to you, the smell of burned skin reaching your nose as she slashed through...through...

Then you saw a flap of your wing fluttering loosely against the wind-

She cut your wing!

Cuffed hands or not, you would make her pay with her pathetic karking life, now! Spinning on your heels, you ignored Cal's panicked outburst at Cere's actions, unidentifiable words being shouted towards someone else. Small specks of purple blood disappeared in the winds as you growled at her, feeling your lungs heat up.

The abilities of your species weren't bound to the force...

But she also had BD once again in her grip! No, you- you couldn't use fire now! It would break him alongside her. And she was aware of them, your "attachments"…, slowly stepping closer, the white blade pointed towards your unprotected throat.

Not exactly Jedi-like behavior, was it?

"Don't make this any harder for any of us…" she says against the winds as you get closer to the atmosphere. You…you couldn't fly anymore...never again..., how should you get off here?!

Before you could get even a foot closer to her to free BD from her grasp, you felt an invisible force begin pushing you back. N-no…how? Cere said she cut her connection a long time ago! How was she doing this?!

"You think I will tell suspects of betrayal my own plans?"

And with that, she gave you the final push.

Within moments you lost your footing as your arms began to waver and you fell...

You tried to the best of your ability to keep your spinning body steady in the air, but your mutilated wing membrane made that impossible as you narrowly missed the platform of Cal's ship.

It all felt like slow-motion as you fell not into his arms...but past him, the sudden change to fear and worry as he realized that you continued falling...that you kept falling without being able to stop yourself.

From above, you hear Cere shout in pain, calling out BD's name as you watch him jump after you while your body was facing upwards for a short moment.

No, he has even less control over his body at this height! He wouldn't make it!

"BD NOOOOO!" You shout upwards, hoping Cal could catch at least the his beloved Droid…BD can't leave him alone now, not when you are about to already...

But BD wasn't even close to the Inquisitor's Ship Platform, falling towards you like a rock and hitting you straight on the head.

You were about 1 mile off ground, if you speed up your fall to catch up to him, you could at least save BD by cushioning his own fall…

Cal can't lose both of you…

For the last time and for the first time in years, you remembered your advanced flying techniques, using the aerodynamics of whatever is left of your wings, spearing towards the yelling BD Unit. His panicked, clearly distressed beeps and boops got closer and closer, until you finally had his body back in your claws, streaks of salty tears running across your face as you cradle him close to your body.

That maneuver though also guided your fall directly across a big gap in the ground. A canyon split…

Giving the two ships one last glance above, you sneered when the Mantis simply pulled off, using the shock of Cal to leave the Atmosphere now. Within seconds, they were gone. Leaving you to die, like she told you…

After all these things you did for them too...

You were too far below already to hear his physical pained cries of your name, but the connection was still intact.

You felt the tears on his own face, his fists slamming uncaringly against the metal he now kneeled on, the very beat of his heart and now you knew he was yelling instructions at the pilot of the ship the whole time. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be in time…the ship wouldn't be able to catch up in time, nonetheless stop your fall without crushing you.

You fell past the massive stone walls of the canyon and grazed the first rock outcrop, not even able to cry out in pain at the sudden sharp impact to your side, immediately feeling the air leave your lungs as you began to get thrown side to side from the momentum you build by now.

Ever felt like your whole body was getting broken…but you couldn't scream? You couldn't voice your agony, no matter how much you tried?

Like you're being controlled...

Purple blood from your growing amount of open lacerations, lighter than the rest of you, spotting in the air above you as you continued your fall to your demise, body becoming limp like a ragdoll.

All...all you had wanted was one last kiss…one last hug that you actually reciprocated.

Why…why didn't you kiss him when you had the chance to earlier? Why didn't you press yourself against his embrace like it would be your last?

You regretted so many things in life, but none as much as keeping him away from you in these short fleeting moments, feeling so stupid for pushing him away earlier.

You…you loved him. No matter what he became, what you became…

No matter where he went, you would've followed, to the end of the Galaxy if it had to be…

But your realization was a little too late now, feeling bones break on each impact. And a normal human would've died on the first outcrop they hit…they would've had the easy way out…

But you're not normal…you're a monster. A creature, the last of its kind...soon ending it for good.

A creature that only wanted to have a home to return to at the end of the day…was this too much to ask for?

You heard his thoughts one last time, realizing he heard yours too...your wishes, your doubts, your regrets..., seconds before BD slipped from your hands at the last outcrop that you hit, your final and last frail scream consisting of nothing but BD's short name as this cocktail of you two's...emotions hit you like a Train at full Speed…

'I LOVE YOU, KYRA! KYRAAAA! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU TOO, PLEASEEE!'

This was no thought of his, it was the breaking Wrist Comm…it also took a beating, his voice slightly garbled but you still fully heard his intended words as you began to cry. He loved you…he kept reminding you...even at your lost moments. You would never forget, even after death, for Cal.

You remember every time he told you these simple words, everytime you wondered how you even deserved them. But unlike back then, you didn't want fight these feelings any longer. You just wished you were given more time with him…to show him how much you loved him back as well.

Now, he would never be able to give you this place you wished for, a place to make your dream come true, even in the chaos of the current times…

He would've done anything and everything for you.

All in the Name of Love…

"I love you too…Ca-"

Crack-

Within moments you felt one last impact on your neck, your back and your head, the force throwing your already mangled body to the side as the last thing you heard was the gut wrenching shouting of your name coming from your wrist...from everywhere...

And everything went black as you gave you last ragged breath...

Today, we write about the day that the Galaxy lost yet another Jedi…

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[strooples]

Random non Halloween-related Halloween night cartoon rambles:

My sister recently recommended me All Saints Street and looking at the thumbnail on YouTube, the art style seems super cute! I watched the trailer and may give it a go soon :D. It’s up on my tabs, and I’m honestly curious how it is!! She said I might’ve liked it bc it’s slice-of-life. But I haven’t even gotten around to a close friend’s recommendation of Ousama Ranking, bc I am terrible with recommendations… I also forgot most of the anime movies I wanted to wanted T~T. Short attention spans are a curse :((

I have absolutely so so SO much to say about JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures, as I’m basically nearing the end of Season 3. But part 2 where Joseph is the hilarious protagonist has got to be my favorite??? It is just such a good mix of action and hilarity lololol. I really gotta thank the mix of BoBoBo, Bakuten Shoot, and pt. 2 JoJo for getting me back the feel of excitement from being a young kid who enjoyed cartoons mainly marketed towards boys and shonen anime.

The more I draw Bakuten Stuff thing, the more I wonder how Metal Fusion is. It’s the Beyblade series my SO, sister, and people around me generally refer to/remember. But all IK so far is that Gingka is the protag, the dub voice was a bit iffy for him, and little else?? Has anyone watched Metal Fusion — dub or sub?

The release of Wiglett makes me so happy!! Gosh, I would DIE for Wiglett (figuratively of course!). It’s such a cute pokemon aaaaa. And all the Wiglett and Diglett drawings I keep seeing on my feed give me such joy lololol.

And speaking of art, another thing I have to add is that I really really want to draw Kamisama Kiss art. I had a passing thought of it the other day, and though it’s a relatively old shoujo, I only found out about it last year! And watched + rewatched it a 2nd time within a single year. I may do a 3rd watch-through. It’s an oddly comforting anime?? And the traditional Japanese aesthetic and clothing of characters is so pretty!! I don’t know though if I can do much RN bc my anatomy skills are still a bit lacking (so I guess we will see?).

Lastly, I dropped a TON of Webtoons (reader’s burnout, slow/bad pacing, stories going in weird directions etc.) and I’ve been looking for new ones to read. But I haven’t quite felt much of a push towards the medium, and nothing seems to catch my eye or focus for long. It’s sorta sad seeing the direction the platform is going in tho. And tropes are not bad necessarily — not if you do them up well with the right amount of creativity. But since I was primarily drawn to the platform for romance stories, I realized some of the same tropes that sell to an audience have been rehashed so many times. And it’s not really fun anymore when you consider that romance is an already-oversaturated genre in any platform. Guess my desire for a good romance-oriented story may have to go to shoujo instead!!

Edit bc I forgot:

Also wtf is going on with the Miraculous Ladybug fandom??? I dropped the show maybe 2 years ago (burnout, toxic writing, the fandom getting a bit crazy). But since it’s been trending, I keep seeing *SPOILERS* stuff about the love square reversing in Season 5??? Is there actually progression?!?!! Yooooo…. I really wanna see what’s going on. Like skipping the more irrelevant bits and jumping to plot. But I may not because I just feel so conflicted on the story, which has so so much potential, but is done kinda on iffy grounds.