#AN D THIRTEEN FACE REVEAL???

[sipsteainanxiety]

[general-cyno]

I've been on law backstory brainrot and one thing stuck on my mind is the topic of lies, wrt rocinante in specific. I find him fascinating as a character and it's like - the flashback focuses on law, of course, since it's part of his story, but it's still somewhat objective. we're shown some of rocinante's inner thoughts at times. he's kinda hard to pinpoint though, in terms of overall personality. there's the little brother and son of former celestial dragons, rocinante the marine, corazón the executive, and law's cora-san.

a line that stayed with me despite the kinda goofy context was law's the most ridiculous thing about you is the only part that's true, back when rocinante first revealed his motives after learning of law's full name. rocinante is sincere but not necessarily always-honest. it's all over his character too, what with being an undercover agent. rocinante lied to doflamingo and his crew, he lied to his adoptive father/father figure, he even lied to law, denying his identity as a navy officer and insisting doffy wouldn't kill him. even so, the one person he apologizes to? is also law.

we don't really know if covert operations within the marines were always his thing or just something he did because it involved his brother. regardless, rocinante was forced to lie for different reasons: for a greater good (his mission to stop doflamingo), for law's sake (stealing the op op fruit). when faced with the brat he'd grown attached to and wished to save, he lies again, but only because he didn't want law to hate him. there's just something painfully bittersweet about it. it's a little selfish too. he didn't regret lying to his older brother. he didn't express regret over lying to sengoku, the man who'd raised him like a son, either. it's in the moment of his imminent death and the exposure he subjected himself to so that law could escape, when he voices it out - I'm sorry for lying, I just didn't want you to hate me.

rocinante was willing to make an enemy out of everyone, even the organization he belonged to and the man who'd raised him, yet it was law he didn't wish to be hated by. his last direct words to law were I love you and an apology, neither of which he received a response to. rocinante died not knowing for sure if law felt the same or if he resented rocinante for his association to the marines but he didn't need to, anyway, because reciprocity wasn't the point. he saved law because he loved him and saving him was the right thing to do, not for the D or whatever destiny awaited law in the future, just because he was a kid who'd suffered so much and deserved to live and be free. this is pretty much what law's conversation with sengoku is about, too. don't ever attach a reason to the love you've received.

on the one hand you've got rocinante who died, uncertain of whether law hated him or not, for the lies and all, hoping to be remembered for his smile. not knowing law would build so much of his self and life around his cherished memories of cora. on the other, there's law who spent thirteen years being unable to realize how truly unconditional cora's love for him was in the end, up until the aftermath of dressrosa. such a tragic duo for real.

[misc-obeyme]

Okay, as requested by @obeymewanderer, here are the dateables turning into cats and needing true love's kiss to turn them back!

I included Luke, but the cure for him is just a counter curse for obvious reasons. I just thought it'd be fun to write about him turning into a cat, too lol.

Anyway, thank you for the request, I'm glad you enjoyed the first part!

dateables turn into cats and need a true love's kiss from GN!MC to change back

Warnings: none!

Diavolo

You don't have to find him. There's a knock on your door and when you open it, you find Barbatos holding an adorable cat with orange-red fur and bright gold eyes. He's got mischief on his face and Barb has fatigue on his. The Young Master cannot stay like this, he has far too much paperwork to do. Your assistance is needed.

Diavolo as a cat is absolutely precious. Wants to sit in your lap all time, constantly purring at you. When he's not cuddling with you, he's getting into things. Climbing under things, climbing over things, just being a general menace. It's not malicious, he's just intensely curious. He's not used to being this small! Despite his tendency to wander off, he always comes back if you or Barbatos call his name. Keep him away from Lucifer's office, please. He's going to get right up on the desk and mess up all the papers. Gets ink on his paws and walks across some important documents.

Together with Barbatos you figure out that he accidentally tripped one of Thirteen's traps that was meant for Solomon. You're actually relieved that it resulted in something so harmless as turning him into a cat. He's a really cute cat, after all. A quick message to Thirteen reveals the cure to the curse.

Take him back to your room, hold him in your arms, and kiss his furry head. He returns to normal still in your arms and he puts his around you before you even realize what's happening. Oh, MC. What a glorious time he had as a cat! But he's eternally grateful that it was your true love's kiss that turned him back to normal. Please kiss him again.

Barbatos

You're headed to the Demon Lord's Castle to have tea with Barbatos, but Little D No 2 greets you at the door instead and he looks worried. You can tell right away that something is wrong, so you follow him to Barbatos's room where you find a black cat with bright green eyes. You are far more amused by this situation than he is, but he's staying calm.

He's a pretty chill cat. He's gonna let you do whatever you like. Pick him up, carry him around, pet him, whatever, as long as you're working quickly to find a way to fix him. Won't let you slack off on that front. If you get even a little bit distracted, he will bat at you with his paws. Only hisses at you if you ignore him. Won't let you take him out of his room, though, so you're going to have to figure out what happened on your own.

It turns out that Little D No 2 is able to fill you in on some of those details. His explanation is questionable at best, but it sounds like it was actually his fault that Barbatos is now a cat. Something to do with some spilled magical potions or something. It's not really enough for you to figure out what you need to do and you're about to resort to well known curse breakers when kitty Barbatos starts licking your hand.

You finally figure out that he's trying to tell you that you should try true love's kiss. He's sitting on his bed and you bend down to pick up one of his paws, kissing the little paw pads which are all pink. He turns back immediately, his hand in yours. He pulls you down into his lap, his own lips by your ear. Without your hard work, he would still be cursed. Let him thank you properly, MC.

Simeon

You show up at Purgatory Hall to find Luke in an absolute panic. He's holding the cutest little brown kitty you've ever seen with the brightest of blue eyes. You're gushing about how cute this cat is - he's so pretty! - while Luke is on the verge of tears. This is not a cat! This is Simeon! Okay, okay, you gotta calm Luke down. Simeon himself seems pretty chill about the whole thing. No doubt he's just amused.

He's incredibly sweet as a cat. A lot of purring, a lot of sitting in laps, a lot of head butting for pets, and a lot of slow blinks. He has one of those cat faces that makes it look like he's always smiling. Likes to rub on people's ankles, which always seems to result in them tripping over him. You're not sure how purposeful this is. Stays by your side most of the time, content to watch you try to figure out how to fix him.

You don't even have to ask what happened because Luke is telling you all about it. It's pretty predictable, Solomon tried to cook something again and Simeon made the mistake of agreeing to try some. He couldn't find a way out of it that time, so this was the result. Solomon himself had left to see if he could find a cure. So Luke was just sitting around at Purgatory Hall, freaking out, until Solomon came back.

Turns out you don't need Solomon to figure this one out. You're a sorcerer, too, and a good one. You examine the food in question and while it's hard to tell what exactly the cure for some of Solomon's food is, you decide on true love's kiss. This is based entirely on your expertise as a sorcerer. Standing in the kitchen, you pick up Simeon and kiss his fuzzy cheek. He turns back into himself, smiles at you, and kisses you back. What a sweet way to be cured. But he's going to need a little more of your time, MC.

Solomon

You show up at Purgatory Hall for your usual magic lesson only to find that your teacher is nowhere to be seen. You look around his room and research area until you find a cat with silvery fur and grey-blue eyes. You can tell just by looking at him that this is Solomon. Not only because of his coloration but the fact that he has the expression of an absolute menace while somehow still being a cat.

You're about to grab him, but he's off, running around the room, climbing on things, just generally experiencing life as a cat. You're sure he already knows what to do to fix himself, so you almost just turn around and leave him. But when you're at the door, he meows plaintively, so you sigh and turn back. He's already trying to do magic in his cat form and failing miserably. You better change him back quickly because who knows what this guy is going to get up to like this.

It doesn't take long for you to see that this was the result of an experiment. All the evidence is laid out on the table - books and various magical implements and a notebook full of Solomon's handwriting. You read through it and find that he has already figured it out. In fact, you're thinking he might have done this on purpose. He knew you were coming, after all. And he knew what the cure was, too.

You're going to need to call him over sternly. He'll come and act all sweet about it, rubbing up against you and purring. You pick him up, put him on the table in front of you, and kiss his nose. He turns back into himself, sitting on the table, legs on either side of you. He laughs. He knew you could do it, MC! He knew you would figure out the cure. You get to decide if you're angry with him for doing this on purpose or not. Either way, you won't be able to stop yourself from kissing him again.

Luke

You're sitting in your class, minding your own business, when something small comes bolting in, followed by a couple of concerned looking demon brothers. The small thing stops at your feet, clinging to them desperately. This is painful because claws. You demand to know what's going on, picking up the shivering fluff ball. It's a little cat with white-blond fur and blue eyes. It's the halo in the eyes that gives it away. This is obviously Luke. It's Beel who tells you what happened - they were working on curses and this one accidentally hit Luke.

He's absolutely freaking out. Now that he's in your arms, he's clinging to your uniform like his life depends on it. He's doing that low mewling growl as he glares at the demon brothers standing nearby. His tail is twitching fast in irritation. If anybody else tries to get close to him, he hisses.

You hold onto him until school is over and then you take him to Purgatory Hall. Once there, you explain to Simeon and Solomon what's going on. Simeon takes Luke into his care, since he's the only one who can do so without getting bitten. You and Solomon then work to find a cure for this predicament.

Solomon finds a spell he can use as a counter-curse and casts it on Luke. He turns back into himself, clearly still extremely stressed. Won't you stay for a little bit, MC? He's had a rough day. Give him a hug and promise to stay by his side for a little while as he recovers from this mortifying ordeal. At least he was turned into a cat and not a chihuahua, right?

masterlist | part 1 with the brothers | Thank you for reading!

[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part three // billy hargrove x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, underage drinking, drinking and then driving, smut, billy masturbates, oral (f receiving), p in v, uh body fluids?

Billy liked you. You mostly kept to yourself but you were a wild child, he could tell. He’d seen you through your window, dancing in your room while you blasted music and drank beers. Every few hours you’d go outside for a smoke and he’d close his blinds so you couldn’t see him. He loved the music he could hear coming from your window. Metallica, Skid Row, Ratt, Def Leppard, Dio and the occasional Black Sabbath. When you’d dive into New Wave you’d lose him a bit until he’d seen how much fun you were having. You seemed carefree but yet there was something reserved about you. Something maybe he could tease out of you.

He’d definitely pleasured himself to the thought of it, not until after thumbing through his girly magazines but your face and wild hair flooded his mind when he looked at the girls in the magazine. He’d tossed the magazine on the ground, laying back on his bed and palmed himself through his jeans. He thought about the way you’d look riding him with your hair and tits bouncing. The way your mouth would hang open but the sides of your lips tugged up in a smile and he quickly undid his jeans, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans and started stroking himself long and slow at first. He imagined your eyes getting misty and you panting, making his movements quicker and quicker. Then he imagined his name falling out of your lips and he came undone, spilling out over his hand and shirt. When he’d cleaned up, he lit a cigarette and opened his blinds, seeing you perched outside having your own cigarette and he couldn’t help but think maybe you’d just done the same thing he did. It was midnight, after all.

The next day at school, you wore leather pants and he knew he was in for another late night.

—

Halloween came slower than he had wanted but it was finally here. He couldn’t be bothered to put together a costume but he wore his favorite leather jacket, leather fingerless gloves with his tightest 501’s. He’d spent a substantial amount of time in the bathroom. Max banging on the door to tell him to get a move on but Neil knocking on the door had him out of there sooner than he’d wanted. He finished his hair routine in his room, blinds open to see if he could get a glimpse of you getting ready. He grabs his cologne, dabbing on it neck and then just above his dick, on the blonde curls neatly trimmed there. He did this anytime he went on. Just in case, he told himself.

When he’s finished, he quietly slips out his house, making sure not to shut the door too hard. He jogs up to your house and knocks three times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waits. He expects you to answer but instead your father does and Billy’s a bit apprehensive, he doesn’t do well with parents. Plus, he’s not wearing a shirt.

Your dad is kind, he lets you do your own thing and tries not to interfere too much. He opens the door and tells Billy, “Past the kitchen, first door on the left.”

Billy is thankful your dad forgoes the formalities. He gets a glimpse of your brother, roughly Max’s age, sitting on couch with a costume he can’t quite pick out. He’s got those visor sunglasses on but nothing else gives an indication of what he’s supposed to be.

As Billy makes it to the hall he can hear your choice of music. Still of the Night by Whitesnake making your door vibrate. The musics loud enough that Billy doesn’t even bother knocking, twisting the door open to reveal you standing in your bra looking down at the two shirts laid out on your bed with a pensive look on your face. Billy moves to shut the door again but you stop him. “Wait, help,” you say and you’ve already had a few beers, the alcohol in your system giving you a bit of confidence and shoving your inhibitions further away.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking at you inquisitively. “I don’t know which one to pick,” you admit, gesturing to the shirts on your bed. One is a leather halter top and the other is a cropped black button up with eccentric buttons.

Obviously Billy leans towards the halter top, pointing at it without a thing to say. You nod, “I was thinking that one too.”

You slip it on, then grabbing a studded leather jacket and putting that on as well. You turn to him, “Okay, I’m ready.”

He looks at your eye makeup and tilts his head, knowing this must be a costume but not sure what of. His curiosity obvious to you so you tell him, “I’m Alice Cooper.”

“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he quips and you giggle which is not something he’d heard from you yet. He loves the sound.

You open your door and pull him through it, letting go of his jacket when you get into the kitchen because you don’t want your dad to read into this. Billy is just giving you a ride to the party, nothing more.

“Bye,” you tell your dad with a kiss to the cheek.

“Be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as you and Billy slip out the door. Billy thinks about how nice of an interaction that was. How your dad didn’t try to control any aspect of you and how that made him a bit jealous.

You walk to his Camaro, feeling your buzz as you tell him, “I love your car, I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

He slips inside, sliding his key in the ignition and turning it. The blue car comes alive with a rumble and it makes your body tingle. He pumps the acceleration a few times to really drive the point across, putting on a show for you.

You hum happily, lighting a cigarette as he peels out, down the street and the houses flying by. The comfortability you feel in this moment is something you wanna feel forever. If you could forever feel the buzz of alcohol and a pretty boy driving you anywhere fast, you would.

Billy has a Ted Nugent cassette in and you cringe, there’s only one song on this album you like. You prop open his glove box and dig through the tapes he has, but nothing quite feels right for the moment. You purse your lips as you lean back, excited for the party. You lived for this stuff, everyone was a little more laid back at parties, they got along.

“Had you a little pre party, did ya?” Billy asks, turning the music down.

“A few beers while I got ready,” you shrug, wondering if you seemed drunk already.

Billy makes it to a stretch of road with no curves for at least a few miles, “Me too.” and with the words he floors it.

You scream with a huge smile on your face, your hands gripping the sides of the seat. The way you sound drives him a little insane, feeling the way his dick twitches in his tight pants at getting the reaction from you. Wild child, he thinks as he glances at you. He’d always wanted girls to act this way. You didn’t talk too much, you didn’t tell him meaningless details about your day at the mall or the gossip at school. You could be uptight but it was in an alluring way, a way that had him wanting more.

However, he didn’t expect for you to disappear the second you arrive at the party. In fact, it kind of pissed him off. But once Tommy saw him, he was ushering him to the keg and telling him he just had to beat Steve’s record. He doesn’t see you again for about two hours, catching you inside with your makeup smeared as you take a shot of whiskey with a group of guys. He feels protective, snaking his way between you and some kid he’s seen around school.

You grin at the resurgence of Billy, loving that you can see the sweat and beer on his bare chest. You’ve had enough to drink to where you’re no longer pushing the sexual thoughts you have about him down. They’re now at the forefront of your mind when you see him.

“Have a shot with me!” you insist, pouring Billy one before he can answer. But he couldn’t say no to you anyhow.

You cheers, clinking your glasses together before tapping them on the counter and then down the hatch they go. You two don’t break eye contact the entire time. The group of men around you had kind of dispersed when Billy walked up, aside from two of them. The four of you somewhat engage in conversation but a song comes on that makes you wanna dance.

The Lovecats by The Cure isn’t necessarily Billy’s thing but he doesn’t protest as you drag him into the crowd of teenagers dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his body into yours. He places his hands on your hips, swaying with you.

So wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty. Oh you’d know that I’d do anything for you.

The words make Billy snort quietly because that’s how he feels looking at you and he has never felt that about another person.

As the song comes to an end, you lean into his ear and whisper, “Take me home…”

Again, no protest, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd and to his Camaro parked on the street.

The drive is quick, you smoke two cigarettes on the way but you share them both with Billy.

Billy notices your dads car is gone when he pulls up. “Where’s your dad?” He wonders aloud.

“Oh, he’s at his girlfriend’s house… my brothers with him,” you answer, opening the car door and stumbling out of it.

Billy tilts his head as he watches you, “You good, sweetheart?”

The nickname makes you giggle and you feel the heat fill between your legs, “Yes, sir! I’m great.”

You lead him into your house after fumbling with the key for a brief moment. Billy locks the door behind him, following to the kitchen where you fill two glasses of water and handing him one. He takes it gratefully, gulping some of it down before you two reach your bedroom. You set your glass down on your nightstand and fall back on your bed, eyes dark as you gawk up at Billy. He sits on your bed, looking around your room and you think about what Stephanie had said about him.

“I mean like he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t awkward about it at all. The man knew what he wanted.”

Billy was being awkward. But you couldn’t fathom why he’d come to your bedroom with you if he didn’t want to have sex with you. You take a pointed foot and shove him with him, a mischievous grin on your face. He finally looks at you, his lips turned up in a smile and his gorgeous blue eyes darting across your upper half.

“Pick some music to play,” you tell him and motion towards your stereo and cassette collection.

He obeys, holding up Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You nod amusingly, sitting up to shrug your jacket off and then sliding your boots off. Billy does the same after putting the album on, now just wearing his jeans and fingerless gloves. He’s more quiet than you’d imagined, which you had many many times. But in your fantasies he’s eager and saying filthy things to you.

“C’mere,” you instruct, sitting up on your feet. When he sits across from you, the both of you instinctively lean in. Your lips meet and it’s gentle at first. But then it’s like a switch flipped in Billy and he grabs the back of your head, sliding his tongue past your lips. You gasp at the change of pace, falling on your back with him on top of you. He moves his hands from the back of your head to your jaw and his gloves feel nice on your skin.

His fingertips move slowly down from your face to your chest, his lips following suit but pausing at your neck. Reactively, you tilt your head back while he plants sloppy kisses on your neck. A whimper escapes when he sucks your skin between his lips and your legs spread a little further exposing more of his clothed excitement against yours.

Feeling his erection has you laugh excitedly, your body dripping in anticipation for what’s to come. He pulls back at the laugh and looks up at you through his dark and heavy eyelashes. He’s so pretty you could almost die right now. “Tickles?” he asks, his voice low with hunger.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back to yours. “Feels so good,” you say into his mouth.

Billy begins to mess with the laces up the front of your top but gets frustrated when he can’t quite figure how to untie it. He sits back on his feet to get a better look but to no avail. He tugs harshly at the strings which jerks your upper body off the mattress, “How do you fucking get this thing off?”

The roughness of his movements takes your breath away but his frustration is adorable. You grab onto the hem and pull the top up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor with a cavalier smile. He rolls his eyes but is quick to reach his hand around your back and undo your bra in one swift motion. He drags it off of you and throws it behind him, a soft thud as it smacks against a poster on your wall before falling to the floor.

The cold air hits your chest but his mouth is efficient in warming you up, taking a nipple into his mouth while the other is covered by his hand. Your hand snakes up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling between the long curls there. “Oh, Billy…” you gasp and he responds with teeth, biting the tender skin.

But he stops and you’re eyes pry open at the surprise, not wanting this to end so soon. Luckily, you catch him tugging off his leather gloves and hear him mutter in a guttural tone, “Wanna feel you.”

Your head swims when he resumes heavy lips on your breast, his hand squeezing the other gently. You silently tell yourself you’re an idiot for ignoring the way you’d felt about him. If you could’ve been feeling this good the second you met him then you’ve missed out.

His hands smooth down your sides until his fingertips meet your waistband. He shimmies your pants down, your bum lifting to make it easier and they’re off in a heap next to the mattress. A scoff leaves his lips when he sees you weren’t wearing underwear. You shrug and tell him, “Can’t wear any with those pants, major panty lines.”

His curls bounce as he shakes his head a bewildered smile on his face, “You wore ‘em to school this week.”

“Enough talking,” you demand, getting impatient as your core is exposed to him and all he does is stare at it.

He slaps you down there and replies, “I’ll talk all I want.” You don’t mind though as he drags his fingers up and down your folds. Your head props up to watch him work while he mumbles, “Soaking for me.”

Biting your lip, you adjust your legs to give him ample room to continue. “Always so wet when I’m around?” he wonders aloud with a cocky grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Maybe,” you moan out as he slides a single digit inside of you.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, especially since it’s so early in the act but Billy is the best sexual partner you’ve had. Neither of you are remotely close to finishing but this is the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life. It could be the way he looks at you, eye contact was never something you did during sex. It always felt distracting but with Billy, it’s just urging that release along.

With his left on pushing slightly on your stomach, he adds a second finger inside you and instantly curls them. You gasp, your hands moving anywhere and everywhere trying to find something to squeeze. You actually sit up to grab at his shoulders, which in turns gives you a better view of what he’s doing. His thumb brushes up against your clit, just gently like he’s testing it out.

“Dear god,” you growl, your eyes meeting while he picks up his pace.

“M’names Billy,” he corrects you sarcastically and you want to slap him for teasing you like that now.

In a few seconds, you start to feel that rise in your stomach. It pushes you on your back and you spread your legs just a bit more, his fingers sliding in and out fast. He doesn’t forget to curl them up every few strokes.

Billy inches down the bed a little and his head dips down between your legs while his fingers stay inside you. He licks broadly against your clit, his tongue strong and certain. You cry out, fingers gripping onto his mullet. He looks up at you but your heads back, eyes closed as your back arches. He takes it as a sign and starts lapping at you with his tongue, quickly. Of course it doesn’t take any longer, your legs closing with him between them as you reach your high.

“Billy, yes!” you pant out, pulling his hair.

He pulls away quickly, not giving you any time to come down and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, while your legs and arms wrap around him. Then he moves his hands between the two of you, able to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and briefs down to his thoughts with your help.

He strokes himself a few times before pressing his tip to your clit and dragging it through your folds, gathering the wetness. He bites his lip and there’s an uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t have a condom. You look at him and whisper, “I’m on the pill.”

Which isn’t exactly the protection he’s looking for but it’s enough for him, his lips tugging up as he directs his tip back down to your entrance and pushes it in. You gasp at its thickness, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

“You’re so tight,” he says it like he can’t believe it. You almost tell him maybe he’s too big but you don’t want it to go to his head so you just whimper instead before pulling his lips back to yours, licking into it as he parts his lips.

He inches in further and the sensation in utterly intoxicating, your breath caught in your throat and you head feels fuzzy. All of you feels fuzzy almost. Once he bottoms out, he pulls back to look at you and the eye contact this time is even more intense as he thrusts against you.

You’re an absolute puddle beneath him. His name spilling out of your mouth over and over, almost like a chant. The eye contact doesn’t break either, which would in other circumstance would be uncomfortable but it’s like you’re both in a trance.

He doesn’t last long but either do you, once his hand wraps around your throat loosely you’re falling over the edge for the second time. He follows suit, pulling out and finishing on your stomach and chest. A bit of it actually gets on your chin and you can’t help but want to taste it, bringing your finger to wipe it and slipping the finger in your mouth. The action brings a bit more out of Billy, seemingly shocking the both of you but he laughs. “I could’ve just finished in your mouth, if you’d asked.”

You shyly giggle, “Had a hard time thinking, if I had tried to ask it probably would’ve came out as gibberish.”

He falls beside you on the bed and you look up at him, “Mind grabbing something off the floor so I can clean up?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry,” he sits up and reaches down to grab a ratty band t-shirt you’d left strewn by the bed. He cleans it up for you.

Now is the awkward part. You worry he’ll leave, you’ve never had someone stay and for the first time you minded. Billy stands back up and grabs his briefs, stepping into them before he walks to your bed. His fingers curl around the glass of water on your bedside table and he hands it to you.

“Hydrate,” he says. You obey, sitting up to take a few gulps. When you hand it back he does the same. But then he lays back on the bed, arms behind his head as he turns to you with a soft smile on his face. Your heart flutters and you curl up into his side. Good, he’s staying.

[punsmaster69]

16/MAR/20XX

slowly, that heavy purple door is opened. the human leans all their weight onto it until it's open enough so that they can just barely squeeze through.

snow crunches beneath their boots as they carefully step out, seeming shocked by the sudden cold.

the human presses on, slowly treading the tree-lined path. constantly, they're looking with fear at the trees around them - as if they thought something was going to jump out at them.

keeping a distance, i follow patiently behind - making a few quick observations as i do.

they're shaking - stick in hand. the shaking doesn't seem to only be the result of the weather.

they haven't been in snowdin long enough for that to be snow on their clothes.

weirdly, there's a strange upset look they've had since exiting that door.

...

𝘾 𝙍 𝘼 𝘾 𝙆 .

i disappear into the trees. the human whips around. their expression goes from... apologetic, almost?

upset to a look of fear.

getting a better look at their face, they're noticably pretty young. can't be older than thirteen, maybe.

with more hesitation, they approach the looming wooden bars.

stepping less lightly, i make my footsteps audible as i approach them. the human freezes entirely.

"H u m a n ."

"D o n ' t y o u k n o w h o w

t o g r e e t a n e w p a l ?"

"T u r n a r o u n d a n d

s h a k e m y h a n d ."

slowly, they turn to face me.

i outstretch my hand towards them.

they shakily meet a hand with mine.

i firmly grasp onto

the fabric at my sides.

somewhat thin, cold to the touch. extremely familiar.

a stream of moonlight illuminates my bedsheets. the light enters through my opened curtains. my curtains, which flutter around with each breeze that comes through the open window.

realizing i should close it, i find myself already sat upright.

for once i decide to not mind the effort. tossing my sheets aside - shuddering from the immediate blast of cold wind - i slide my legs over the side of my bed.

along the floor, i sweep my feet against the carpet. eventually, my foot makes contact with a slipper. i slide it on and find the other not long after.

it's nearly silent when my feet hit the carpeted floor as i pull myself out of bed entirely.

this journal is one of the things i knock over while blindly tapping my hand along the top of my nightstand, trying to find my phone. the phone itself is included in what falls. i'm not too concerned, since it isn't a tall height to fall from as well as there being carpet to soften the landing.

what i 𝘸𝘢𝘴 worried about is also softened by the carpet - it dampens the noise made by accidentally knocking random objects off my nightstand.

another blast of cold wind reminds me what i was doing.

upon stepping forward, my foot catches something on the floor; nearly tripping me. my phone flashlight reveals it to be a shirt haphazardly tossed onto the floor. didn't inspect it close enough to be able to say which one exactly. using my foot, it gets tossed just as haphazardly to the other side of the room.

light pointed at the floor, i avoid any more self-made hazards while making my way to the window. unfortunately, this isn't a sound dampened by anything.

more fortunately, not a sound is heard from the other room as i wait in total stillness.

i'm careful to go slower than before as i silently close the curtains and make my way back to bed.

...

i sit quietly for some time, covering up with my sheets once more - yet not lying down.

tap, tap.

it takes a few moments for me to locate the journal again on the nightstand.

deciding to write this very entry, i use just my phone light. less noticable than a lamp, if not a bit more of a hassle. which, again, i decide i don't mind for now. papyrus would definitely notice the light if he's not in bed - not a gamble i'm taking.

i'd usually not mind having someone with me after an odd dream, but.

...not really a nightmare.

a memory?

but, that's not how things happened.

not exactly, at least.

when i first went to shake hands with the kid, they didn't wait to turn like that.

...

i had a few thoughts about it at the time. one of them being the feeling they were that anomaly in the reports...

well, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴 true. wasn't a wrong feeling.

but, frisk isn't timid like that kid in the dream. they turned around because i'd made it obvious someone was there. not some repeat thing.

.....

or...?

eh, scratch it.

it's not important.

not anymore.

even if there was truth to that dream, they fixed it in the end - one way or another.

's all that matters to me.

[avatar-anna]

Happy New Year!

Harry climbed out onto the roof of the house, the sounds of the party raging down below muffled.

She was already up there, head tilted back as she tried to spot what constellations she could with the fog and clouds painting a thick gray across the sky. But still she stared, as if she could see past the darkness.

He was careful not to sit on her hair as he maneuvered himself next to her. It was long enough that it fell all the way to the tiled roof below them, the ends swishing a little with the slight wind. Glitter covered her eyes and cheeks, and even beneath her eyes, as if she cried sparkly tears. Harry wasn’t often insecure about the way he looked, but being around her, around the soft glow her beauty seemed to emit, it only seemed right to fade to the back and let her shine.

“It’s almost midnight,” Harry said, his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb her peace.

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s down there scrambling to find someone to kiss,” he said.

Harry had hoped she might take the bait, read into his reply, but she didn’t so much as blink. “Where do you think that tradition came from?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Sure makes for an exciting evening, though.”

“If you have someone to kiss,” she said. “I imagine some people might feel insecure or left out sometimes.”

With a boldness he didn’t entirely feel, Harry asked, “And do you? Feel insecure or left out?”

She finally turned her head to face him. Slowly, as if midnight would wait for her. There was a smile in her eyes that her lips wouldn’t betray. “I don’t know, Harry, should I?”

Harry blushed. He’d been working up the courage to come up to the roof for the better part of an hour. Since they’d met on this roof freshman year, they’d spent most of their time at parties up there while everyone else carried on below them. In all that time, they never kissed, never so much as sat shoulder to shoulder and talked about whatever was on the other’s mind. Except for Harry’s huge, obvious crush on her. He wasn’t sure if she knew, and she never revealed if she had any feelings for him, but now they were entering dangerous territory. Harry felt like he was walking along the edge of the roof.

This was his chance. The moment had been served up to him on a silver platter. But instead of saying how he’d felt for almost four years, he chickened out, cleared his throat, and said, “Someone bought fireworks. They’re gonna set them off at midnight.”

Something flickered on her face, but it was too dark outside to tell what it meant. Her head turned back to the stars. “That should be interesting.”

Harry’s heart thundered in his chest. “Yeah it—”

“Twenty! Nineteen!”

Even from the roof, they could hear everyone counting down. Harry’s hands clammed up.

“You’re running out of time,” she said.

“For what?”

“Sixteen! Fifteen!”

“Are you finally going to kiss me? Or am I going to go home disappointed again?” she asked, turning to look at them again, brows raised expectantly.

“Thirteen! Twelve! Eleven!”

“I—I didn’t think you—that you liked me like—”

“Eight! Seven!”

Harry looked into her eyes, more expressive than he’d ever seen them. He never knew what was going on in that gorgeous head of hers, so he avoided laying his own proverbial cards on the table. Now the clock was literally ticking, and all he could do was stare and blink.

“Six! Five! Four!”

She inched just the tiniest bit closer, the tips of her fingers grazing his own. “I’m going to kiss you now because I’m tired of waiting.”

“Three! Two! One!”

And just as the fireworks shit off from somewhere in the backyard, she leaned in. On instinct, Harry helped close the distance, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. Her lips tasted faintly of some kind of sweet alcohol, whatever she could get her hands on that wasn’t stale beer. Harry wished he’d made the same beverage choice tonight.

But he could hardly think about that as her lips slid against his in perfect harmony. He took her plush lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, hoping she might let him deepen what was steadily becoming the best kiss of his life.

She did, and slid her hands into his hair in the process, her fingers tightening on the soft curls at the nape of his neck when his tongue brushed against hers for the first time. It took everything in Harry not to make a noise that would reveal just how much he enjoyed the kiss, but he put all of his focus into making this moment as pleasurable as possible for her. Hoping and praying that this would not be the one and only kiss they shared.

They kissed for as long as humanly possible, only pulling away when they absolutely had to. She didn’t pull back all the way like Harry expected her to, though, instead resting her forehead against his.

All he could think was, Wow, as cartoon hearts swirled around his head.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked, sounding more vulnerable and breathless than Harry had ever heard her.

“God yes,” he said, unable to contain his borderline desperation.

A grin sliced across her face. Lip gloss was smudged at the corner of her mouth, but she didn't bother with wiping it away. Harry could only assume he looked just as ravaged.

Captivated by her swollen lips and generous smile, he leaned in again, nearly pulling her on top of him in the process. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed some more, not caring that it started to drizzle, not noticing that the music picked back up again. It was only until Harry moved his hands from beneath her shirt and up to her face, feeling the cool skin beneath his fingertips, that he pulled back once more.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“Don’t be,” she said. Standing up, she reached a hand down to him.

Harry didn’t think twice before taking it.

[thewriterowl]

Chapter Thirteen: Ghosts

Luke Skywalker harbors more than a few secrets. Secrets that could bring ruin to the once grand Republic, now turned Empire. But secrets that could also lead to the destruction of the galaxy if he was not careful. So, he makes his moves in the shadows, becoming nothing more than a ghost, and hiding in plain sight to do his work without interruption and without rest.

Living when he should be dead, in a galaxy where the Force-users are fugitives, he does what he can with each passing day. But then a terrible crime is committed against the powerhouse territories of Mandalore; the foundling prince of Mand’alor the Redeemer has been kidnapped. And this action just may spurn an already tumultuous and near broken galaxy into war.

Knowing he needs to help, Luke decides to step out into the light for the first time in his life and face the reality of who he is and everything that he shoulders. Only, when working with the cold but handsome Mand’alor, Luke is finding living is a lot more complicated than he expected.

--

Time for hat is basically part one of the reveal! Quite a few had it guessed from the hints sprinkled throughout--but now you can have it confirmed. The next chapter will probably be a flashback one just as an FYI.

It feels a little anti-climatic and fast to me but, at the same time, it sort of feels fitting with DinLuke's relationship and how they communicate. Besides, I didn't want to drag it out too long either.

But other than that, I hope you enjoy! :D

[666writingcafe]

Do Not Touch

MC

Thankfully, no one else breaks the first rule when we enter the only building in the field, but we still have to deal with a toddler version of Levi, which is not fun in the slightest.

"I don't regret turning around," he announces. "I did it for Ruri-chan. Go ahead, laugh at me if you want!"

"You really shouldn't have said that," I reply, glancing over at a silently chuckling Satan.

"Look, I can't help it," Satan says as he looks back at me. "Levi's horns are nearly the size of his entire body. I'm surprised he hasn't toppled over yet."

"Think about how Levi feels," Beel quietly responds. "I'm sure he doesn't like being a little D."

"Thank you, Beel!" Levi exclaims. "I can't believe you'd actually stand up for me like that!"

He's gonna laugh, isn't he?

Right. I almost forgot she was in there.

Oh, probably. That's what siblings do.

Lucifer never told me that he had brothers.

I really need to ask her. Not now, but soon. She certainly knows quite a bit about Lucifer.

From my understanding, they started off as brothers in arms, but then they slowly began seeing each other as an actual family the longer they lived together at the House of Lamentation.

Thirteen stays quiet long enough for me to take in my surroundings. It seems as though we've entered a giant library. Bookcases stretch up from the floor to the rather high ceilings, and all of the shelves are filled with various texts.

You have a rather impressive collection.

Thank you. This library contains every book that has ever been written across the three realms.

How long did it take you to get everything?

The books just appear on their own. I just make sure everything's organized.

Interesting.

"I found the next message!" Mammon shouts. All of us head over to the shelf he's standing in front of, and sure enough, it's written in blood across the books sitting on top of it.

Why did you write the no touching rule on perfectly good books?

Oh, those are decoys. The real books are in my room. I wouldn't dare ruin any of the actual texts, for I always ever receive one copy of them, and sometimes it's the only copy in existence.

Couldn't you at least use paper and pencil to write your messages?

That wouldn't fit my aesthetic.

You're strange.

So are you.

Touché.

"Mammon, you've got something on your wrist," Beel states.

"Huh? What're you talkin' about?" Mammon pushes his right jacket sleeve up, revealing a strange mark on his wrist. "When did this get here?!"

"Let me see," Satan replies, gently grabbing Mammon's arm to take a closer look at the mark. He develops a solemn look on his face as he gets a second opinion from Lucifer.

"What's going on?" Mammon asks. "Why do you guys look so serious? Surely it's just some ink that's rubbed off on my wrist, right?"

"I'm afraid not," Lucifer answers. "You've been branded with Midas's Crest."

Oh, he's screwed.

You know about the crest?

If it's the same Midas that got cursed with the ability to turn anything into gold and lost his own daughter as a result, then yes, I know about the crest.

Did I pick the right person?

Oh, so Thirteen put the mark on Mammon's wrist. How cunning.

Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, so I would say yes.

I kind of figured. He seems like the type to think that having Midas's power would be a gift, not a curse.

He's celebrating right now.

What an idiot.

Mammon doesn't have much common sense.

Right after Mammon touches one of the books and transforms into a little D, I hear a faint noise. At first, I simply dismiss it as an illusion, but then it occurs again, louder this time.

And then I see it.

Shit. I thought I made sure to put her in her kennel before I left for vacation.

The cat hops up on one of the tables, making herself very much visible to Satan.

"Don't," I warn him.

The cat meows, making eye contact with Satan.

"Satan." Lucifer must also see the look on his brother's face.

Satan steps towards the cat, and all hell breaks loose. Lucifer and I sprint over to Satan and attempt to pull him away from Thirteen's cat, but he's fighting tooth and nail to make sure he gets to pet her.

"Let me go!" he yells, causing the others to look over at us.

"You can't pet it!" I yell back. "The rule says--"

"I don't care!" Satan shoves me away, and I end up stumbling into Beel and Solomon. A low groan follows, and I see Lucifer on the ground, holding his stomach. Satan must have elbowed him.

He really loves cats, doesn't he?

That's an understatement.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Twenty One.

Ooooh you guys... they’re getting nearer to no longer being insufferable! :D You’ve been the absolute best with your continued engagement, honestly cannot thank you enough! Enjoy, and happy Friday! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 1,881 

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Just sink your weight down into your heels and squeeze the reins. He keeps goofing around because you’re tense and clenching your legs around his sides, so he thinks you’re telling him to go rather than woah,” Manny advised, he, Ed and Hannah riding out over the property the morning after their arrival, Ed doing a perimeter fence check. He usually drove his truck round, but figured it’d be nice to go on horseback and take Manny and Hannah along, making a note of any compromised areas he could then return to later.  

“Okay, I think I’ve got it now. It’s been a while, I think I’ve forgotten how to just chill out,” she replied, squeezing the reins as Ozzie began to slow down, snorting and shaking his head, looking over at Midnight, who responded with a piercing squeal.  

“Such a typical mare,” Manny laughed, scratching her neck. “Look at you, doing pterodactyl face, you highly strung beast.” She continued to wave her head at Ozzie, her ears flat back until he looked away, Manny entertained at her antics. Hannah seemed to settle more after his suggestions, finding her confidence, trotting ahead suddenly.  

“Ed, we got a split piece over here, looks like it’s been leaned on,” she called, Ed riding over and tagging it.  

“Good spot, kid. Yeah, they’ve been leaning right up against that, the fat bastards.” It warmed Manny, to see how quickly his grandfather had taken to her. Carmen was a completely different story whenever she visited, refusing to come anywhere near any animal on account of the fact they were smelly, so she said, and she didn’t want to damage her manicure. One of the first things out of Hannah’s mouth as she’d stood with him the morning before, petting the brood mares and foals was how lovely horses smelled. He was inclined to agree.  

Sitting aboard Midnight, he felt remarkably content, watching Hannah get excited by the smallest of things, like the sight of a desert iguana basking on a rock, and having his grandfather in mild hysterics at pointing out a cloud that she thought looked like a dick.  

“She’s a tonic, that gal,” Ed revealed, Hannah riding ahead a little, keen to be helpful and continue looking for weak points in the fencing. “No bullshit about her, she’s easy going. I feel like I’ve known her much longer than a day, she’s so effortless to get along with.”  

Manny smiled proudly at her. “Ain’t she? I couldn’t have asked for a better person to have a baby with.” He then kicked himself internally at his statement, of course, Hannah not being the woman he was engaged to. He had begun to wonder, though, if he did stay with Carmen and this thing he had with Hannah fizzled to nothing, how would she behave as a mother? Would she see how the baby had to come first above her needs? Would she be prepared to go without her regular salon appointments and other such indulgences, because she had a baby to tend to first?  

Sometimes, he’d arrive to collect Lola and find that Hannah hadn’t even had chance to shower or wash her hair, she’d been so busy with making sure the baby was catered to and the house semi-clean and organised, and she never bemoaned it. She worked tirelessly and was exhausted a lot of the time, but she thrived, being a mother. He wasn’t sure Carmen ever would. Or maybe he was looking too much into it, and she’d be completely different with her own children? She certainly wasn’t welcoming of Lola. Still.  

As it was, things weren’t good between them, Carmen becoming noticeably distant of late. They’d had a huge, blow-up argument the week before, Manny asking her to watch the baby while he took a shower, exiting to find his daughter howling in distress, Carmen sitting there, not interested in even attempting to calm her. She’d never even held her. The incident had pissed him off beyond belief. He felt irritated by it all over again as they continued to ride, circling his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension he felt creeping over him regarding his situation, one he felt stuck in. He didn’t really know how to move forward with it all, feeling torn.  

Much later that day, though, as he and Ed sat on the porch of the ranch, Hannah at the paddock rail introducing Lola to some of the horses, he found a road opened up to him. Or rather, the very person who always did so cut right through his bullshit for him.  

“So, boy. How long you been sheathing your shotgun in the baby mama for?"

Manny turned his head slowly, narrowing his eyes. "Do you fucking have to?"

Ed shrugged. “What?"

“Be so fucking all seeing. I swear, you’re omnipotent. I don’t need to say shit and you just read situations like a goddamned book. People talk about the all-seeing eye; I got the all-seeing Ed.”

Again, his grandfather shrugged. “I do when it’s obvious. Body language don’t lie, Manuel.”

“Toss me a light,” Manny grumbled, pulling a joint from his pocket, not immediately able to find his own after a quick pat down. “About a month. Actually, no. Month and a half.”  

“And yet, you’re still with that crazy chick?”

Manny took his lighter, sparking it into life, handing it back and taking two big puffs of the strong weed rolled tight within the blunt tube. “Don’t hold out.” His grandfather spoke, making a motion with his hand, Manny passing it to him.

“She isn’t crazy.”

“Liar,” Ed hissed, taking another drag on the joint before handing it back. He didn’t and never had drunk alcohol, tobacco and cannabis his only vices, the latter not too often any longer. “She can’t even acknowledge you have a child. She’s had long enough to get used to the idea. Life ain’t perfect, and it ain’t the baby’s fault, yet from what you’ve told me about the situation when we’ve talked on the phone, she’s acting crazily about it, still. I’m sticking with crazy, because she is, fucking it all up because she’s jealous of a goddamned infant taking the spotlight of your affections away from her.”

Manny shuffled his boot over a weed, sniffing as he took a long drag on the joint.  

“And he gives me silence.” Ed beckoned again, Manny handing the joint back. “Ain’t happy with her, are you?”  

“Nope.”

“Then why in god’s name are you still with her?” He pointed then, over to where Hannah stood at the paddock gate, Ruby, his beloved mare sniffing Lola, the baby reaching to stroke her soft, chestnut muzzle. “That’s your family, right there. You don’t owe Carmen anything other than the decency to tell her you’ve changed your mind, boy. I might not like her, I think that much is apparent, but for Christ’s sakes, she deserves to know you don’t want to marry her.”  

“It isn’t that simple.”

Ed spluttered on a cough. “Bull fucking shit!” His eyes were wide, staring at Manny in disbelief. “You’re not only banging the mother of your child on the side, you’re looking at her with eyes not one ounce short of complete adoration, and yet you’re continuing in an engagement with a woman who you just stated don’t make you happy! Do I have to spell it out? Finish with Carmen and go be happy with Hannah, because she’s the one you want, ain’t she? I’ve known the girl a grand total of a day, and I can tell already that she’s perfect for you. You two, you make sense. You fit.”

Manny took the joint back again, filling his lungs with smoke, holding a husky cough in as he felt his head spin. “Yeah, and what if she don’t want me? What if all I am is a good time to her?”

“Then you’re fucking blind as well as stupid!” Ed was edging onto fury in his assessment of the situation. “I didn’t raise you to be this foolish, because if you’re staying with Carmen out of guilt for cheating on her, or because you’re scared Hannah is gon’ reject you, then that is acting a fool. I taught you better, boy.”  

There it was in the sage - if not fierily delivered – advice ranted out by his grandfather. The truth. He both felt bound by guilt and fear to Carmen, and he knew she deserved neither, no matter how much her actions were causing him duress. Her refusal to acknowledge Lola, his continued affair with Hannah, it all pointed at one thing.  

His fiancée didn’t have his heart any longer. The woman who held that in the palm of her hand was the woman who he watched lifting their baby aloft in the fading sun, Lola squealing with all the joy Manny saw that Hannah brought to his life, or would bring, if he’d actually let it happen. As he looked out at her, he knew, he had to make it happen. This was his life, and he only got one go at it. This wasn’t a dress rehearsal. He’d met the perfect woman for him, but the timing had been bad. Now she’s returned to his life, he had to act.  

“You did, you did teach me better.” Getting up, he left the rest of the joint he’d been smoking with Ed, walking over to Hannah, watching her shield her eyes from the bright, fading sun, orange streaking through the sky, her smile as luminous as those last few remaining rays.  

“Look, it’s your daddy. Hey, daddy,” she spoke softly, waving Lola’s hand at him, Manny reaching for his daughter, kissing her head as he held her to his chest. He then looked down at Hannah, reaching for her cheek.  

“What are we doing?”  

She was confused for a second, not grasping the connotation of his statement. He continued, though. “I mean it, what the hell are we doing?” He leaned to her then, kissing her softly, the moment sadly interrupted by his phone beginning to ring.  

“Here, give her to me. I have to go put her to bed anyway,” she spoke, taking Lola back.  

“Night, tiny girl. Love you.” Manny spoke, answering the call as Hannah walked back towards the ranch, her head spinning a little, cursing whoever it was on the phone for ruining the moment between them. Once Lola was sorted in her travel crib, she went to go and find Manny, figuring they probably should pick up from where they left off, hearing his voice coming from the bedroom he was in.  

“Yeah, yeah I’m having a great time, baby. Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you.”  

His sweet words to his fiancée were in stark contrast to the tender moment they’d shared outside, Hannah paused on the other side of the door, her thoughts going a mile a minute. What were they doing? The more pertinent question, she thought, was what was she doing, getting wrapped up in a man who still happily declared his love to the woman he was engaged to, less than twenty minutes after kissing her.  

Still, it took her a beat before she pushed open that bedroom door, ready to confront him.

[lady-assnali]

Candle (Rosenali)

Here’s a “six sentence Sunday” even though it’s not six sentences. Thanks for supporting my decision to write stupid shit @sexynetra you’re the real MVP (also I keep forgetting to text you when I post things so I’m keeping myself out of trouble)

So here’s a silly little thing for you all. Happy Sunday, stay hydrated

—

Rosie,

            I just found this brand and it’s amazing, you need to light it as soon as you get it! Can’t wait to hear what you think ;)

-D         

            The package comes as a surprise to Rosé after a very long day at school. The box holds a little candle with a simple, pastel blue label. She pops it open and is delighted by a blue wax heart melted into the top of it. And the smell? Even without lighting it she’s happy to have it. It smells like a sunset, like golden hues and the comfort of a home. Somehow, it’s exactly what she needed. There’s something about Denali knowing these things before she does that makes her cheeks flush, and she pulls out her phone to distract herself.

            Just got your package, she types hurriedly. Lighting it right now. Just what I needed, thank you baby <3

The spring musical is fast approaching and while her cast is catching on quickly to the choreography, they’re not yet at par with the kids of years’ past. She’s been waiting for a long time to direct The Sound of Music, and while she’s excited to see the end result it feels like she’s having to go through a trial-and-error process of teaching in order to get some of the kids in line. She’d lost a lot of talent with graduation; there’s hope, sure, but there’s also a lot of hands-on work that needs to be done in order to shape this cast into her standard of work. Fun, chill teacher Rosé gets put on the back burner a bit during musical season. This is director Rosé’s time to shine.

            Which brings her to working on things for choir and theory at home. Her planning periods have turned into musical planning; working through what the set will look like, taking phone calls to ensure the children she’d casted to fit into the younger Von Trapp roles will be okay with their slots of rehearsal time…she’s getting everything done, just in intervals of ten-to-thirteen-hour days instead of just eight.

            Tonight is no different.

            She stretches out on the couch just as the end credits of her current tv binge scroll along the screen. She’s not sure how long she drifted off for, only that the gorgeous, spiced vanilla scent has permeated the entire room, engulfing it in warmth and familiarity. Carding her fingers through her unruly curls, she sighs as she rises from the couch. The weight of the days has hit hard, and although she has a few ungraded papers on the coffee table and a plate left out from her lazy dinner of random leftovers, all Rosé wants to do is turn off the day. Tomorrow will be a new chance to get her cast in line, and maybe she can spend her planning period finding a reason not to cancel the entire show. 

            This time of night is particularly cathartic; she walks a lap around the apartment, shutting shades and folding blankets, leaving dishes in the sink for tomorrow (because honestly? It’s only a few weeks until tech week. She hears the Goatherd song in her head all day long. Saving the dishes for tomorrow is the only way to save her mental sanity). She bends over to blow out her new candle and suddenly, she’s very awake. The little blue heart has melted away, revealing a set of carefully placed friendship bracelet beads. She blinks, thinking that the message is an illusion caused by her lack of sleep. The letters don’t budge. And so, there’s a bunch of tiny glass beads around the wick asking ‘sit on my face.’

 She feels the curve of a smirk at her cheeks and she’s shaking her head, pulling out her phone to take a photo.

            Really? She texts Denali, hoping that her silly eye roll will translate through her typing. I thought that was your job.

Denali 10:30 pm

            What if I wanted to try something new?

            Rosé’s in the middle of a witty response when Denali’s text bubble pops up again.

Denali 10:31 pm

            Also, they didn’t have one that said ‘I want to sit on your face.’ I’m pretty sure that’s too many letters for one candle.

Rosé 10:31 pm

And no manners.

Denali 10:33 pm

            So specific.

            Pain in my ass.

            Okay, so even though it’s way too many letters I guess it should have said ‘please sit on my face.’

Rosé 10:34 pm

            That’s what I thought. 

            You can come over if you want.

            I want you to.

Rosé 10:36 pm

            This candle smells like you. 

            She hits send before she can chicken out, tossing her phone face down on the couch. This is totally normal behavior for friends, right? Friends with benefits? But she’d never put Denali in that category; lately, the benefits have been movie nights and wine tastings and sleepovers that last multiple days. They’ve been sharing clothes, she’s been helping with Donut…she’s not sure how it happened, but she’s not able to stop herself from any of it. She can’t even bring herself to say no to the blonde even if she’d just been about to go to bed. Everyone’s teasing is absolutely right; she’s completely undeniably whipped.

Denali 10:37 pm

            That’s the point, Rosita ;)  

            I’m glad you like it.

            I’m on my way.

[ericshoney]

Under the moonlight ~ Chapter thirteen

It was the next morning, breakfast had finished and Kevin had shown the omegas around the whole place. 

"Well those are the places your free to go, the only place you are not to without permission is the alpha's den." He tells the four young ones, making them nod.

"Well you guys are free to do whatever, lunch is at 12, be there at 11:50, okay?" He said, making them nod again. They watch as Kevin heads back towards the pool, where Hyunjae and Chanhee were relaxing.

"What do we do now?" Max asks.

"We can just sit by the pool too." Haknyeon responds.

The four omegas walk over and sit on some of the beach chairs set up by the pool, the four relaxing for a bit.

"Chloe..." Max calls to her female friend. The girl looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asks.

"I...I had a dream last night." She begins, Chloe sitting quietly waiting for her friend to continue.

"The...The guys forced Sunwoo and Haknyeon to wolf out...they chased up through the woods... I woke up before Sunwoo ripped my face off..." She continues.

"I had the same dream." Sunwoo said, his eyes turning to the girls.

"So did I." Haknyeon said, joining the conversation.

"D-Did you Chloe?" Max asks.

"Yeah I did..." She answers.

"What the hell." Haknyeon mumbles.

"Something's going on." Sunwoo mumbles.

"Definitely something's going on." Hyunjae calls with a chuckle.

"You guys suck at whispering, especially around werewolves." He adds. The three betas making their way to the omegas.

"What's going on then?" Chloe asks.

"You guys will find out when it comes, no need to freak out now~" Kevin said with a wink.

"But...that was a horrible dream... the guys... us." Max said with a pout.

Chanhee laughs and walks over to the younger, crouching down in front of her.

"You worry too much, little one, just know that its going to reveal a few things." He said, patting her head. The four share confused and slightly worried glances.

"True selves~"

"You're confusing the poor pups." A deep voice calls from behind the group, they turn to see Juyeon approaching, a smirk on his face and Eric close behind.

As the two alphas come closer, Max could feel herself breathing hard, her eyes flashed blue and her claws came out. Her three omega friends could tell she was getting upset.

"Max, calm down." Haknyeon said.

"NO! I'M TIRED OF IT!" She screams and growls loudly, startling the betas and alphas. Chloe could see Sangyeon, Jacob, Younghoon and Changmin come out to see what was going on too, all of them looking at the weakest of the pack.

"Please..." Max begs as she stops screaming and growling, she sits down, holding her head, a few tears falling.

"She's right. Look we're not trying to disrespect you, but you've brought us here against our will and haven't told us shit if I'm being honest, we're not your slaves, tell us what is going on." Haknyeon said with a sigh.

The four omegas stand together, staring at the alphas and their betas, they know shit is about to happen, but they are ready for it.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi, i hope you doing good. Can i have a personality match up for LOTR/The Hobbits please 💐 I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra also a Slytherin. My mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, and distant. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people.

Thank you for requesting a matchup! I hope you enjoy!! <3

The Hobbit;

Fili Durin:

🦁 You lived in a little cottage in the forest when there was a knock at your door, you were confused because hardly no one came to see you except Radagast; you liked to live alone, isolated from everyone, so you weren't as pleased to know someone was at your door

🦁 You put aside your book, and went to the door, brushing out your floral dress before opening the door; which revealed fifteen people, thirteen dwarves, Gandalf, and even a Hobbit

🦁 You narrowed your eyes, a tall dwarf in front introducing himself as Thorin, asking for shelter for the night, you were a bit apprehensive at first, glancing out at the warm night behind them and back; you told them you wouldn't have much room, but another dwarf insisted that they would fit, they'd huddle together

🦁 You let them in after a long time thinking, becoming rather upset inside when they burst into your home and some of them even raided your pantry, you didn't truly mind since you could just magic some more later

🦁 You were then introduced to the rest of the Company, and though you were cold and distant, that didn't really stop most of them from talking to you; you sort of wished the night would pass quickly so you could go back to your book and quiet life

🦁 During the night, one of the dwarves, Fili, had sat beside you, asking you why you lived by yourself, it being so dangerous in the woods along, but you were quick to tell him that you could defend yourself, gesturing to the large sword hung on the wall

🦁 Fili found you fascinating, no, more than fascinating, spectacularly curious; from the interesting earrings to your large collection of mythological and cultural books, he thought of you as an enigma, a puzzle, and he wanted to solve you

🦁 You didn't take too kindly to his interest at first, seeing that he was very obvious with his affection, complimenting your sparkling brown eyes and the way your long black hair fell; yes, you were flattered, but very unsure of the dwarf

🦁 You never thought you'd find yourself talking to him in hushed whispers about myths and history, from the flowers you liked to the daggers he liked to use; you were very good at expressing your emotions but you had a feeling Fili could see through that

🦁 In the morning, the dwarves were gone, leaving your home almost spotless and quiet once more, you were a bit, a smidge disappointed, but it was nice to have the home silent once more; what you did find though, sitting in a vase of yours, was a bouquet of Honeysuckle, bright and beautiful in their little bunches, and you smiled knowing a certain blonde prince got them for you

--

Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

⚔ You were part of the Fellowship when you went to Gondor, riding on the back of the white horse with Pippin and Gandalf; when you entered the kingdom, you instantly disliked Denethor, finding him repulsive, but your stayed quiet, listening to the conversation between him, Gandalf, and Pippin

⚔ Having been friends with Pippin, you tried to stay with him, but most of the time you traveled around the gardens of Gondor, subsequently meeting Faramir, though you were a bit cold and quite, you gave him your condolences towards his brother and he thanked you; the two of then stood at the edge of the garden, quietly taking in the vast land and sky in silence, it was nice

⚔ Though you were a bit hesitant about the man called Faramir, you found him similar to you in the way of how quiet he was, how intelligent and wise he was; you liked during the times you did spend time together that he didn't feel as if he had to speak, and neither did you, each other's presence was enough

⚔ Faramir found you brilliant, how strong and clever you were, from your love for reading, writing, researching, and drawing; you always surprised him with your desired clothing, and he always loved to guess what type of earring you were going to wear next

⚔ You truly appreciated Faramir, especially when he noticed how uncomfortable you got around crowds or near people who spoke too loudly, he always found a way to get you far from them, he was such a calming and gentle soul

⚔ On evening, Faramir asked if you'd like to join him for a walk through the Gondor gardens, there he gave you a bouquet of Honeysuckle, their little flowers blooming on their stems, you loved them; that was the night he asked if he could court you

⚔ You spent your time there with Faramir, sometimes talking but mostly sitting together in silence, when you two did talk, Faramir would tell you how amazing, intelligent, and beautiful you were; how he found you irresistible and charming, that always made your rosy cheeks flush

⚔ You also fought beside him when the war began, helping him and others as much as you possibly could, protecting him from orcs and their arrows, you succeeded but Faramir was hit in the end

⚔ You did your best to try and bring him back, and in the end he did wake up, which you were so thankful for, and you were glad that he was alright

⚔ After a few months of healing, Faramir was back to his old self and the two of you later ended up getting married; you two were definitely a match made by the stars

[koolkat9]

12, 20, 40, and 50??

Hey babe, Hetalia ask game dropped!

12. What film gets you daydreaming about Hetalia?

answered here

20. Favorite Hetalia relationship dynamic?

Ugh there are so many. Mmmmmm. Arthur and his kids. Most of this is based off of fanon interpretations, but I just love how complicated it is. But in my interpretation, I love the idea that Arthur's kids bring out his humanity. And though he doesn't make the greatest choices as a father, he loves them so much that he becomes a better person for them.

40. Fun fact about yourself?

Hmm...I collect dolls

50. Repost your favorite work (that you created) and say why

Time Ticks Away- I won't post the whole thing because its so long but I'll put my favourite part

"He could smell the blood. It was the only thing Arthur could use to tell where he was. His eyes were stuck shut, and he couldn’t tell if it was the exhaustion, the pain, the mud, or a mixture of the three. Not that it mattered. Not now. 

It was still raining. Normally, Arthur would find it calming, but each drop was like a bullet on his inflamed skin. He deserved it. 

“--d-–ad,” someone called. The voice was panicked, but still so gentle. It enwrapped Arthur like a warm blanket, slowing his mind. He was finally nodding off, but not before catching a glimpse of blue and blond.

“Alfred?” Arthur croaked.

“Dad? Dad, it’s me. It’s Matthew,” the blond boy cried, taking Arthur into his arms. “Don’t worry. I’m going to bring you home.

Everything after that was a blur. Days, perhaps even months passed. Some days everything hurt, other days he felt like he was floating. But each day, Matthew’s voice was there, low and steady despite the clear worry in his pitch. 

When Arthur finally came to, enough to sit himself up, supported by shaky hands and the headboard of the bed, Matthew was the first thing he saw. 

Matthew’s curls were longer than he had ever seen them, splayed on the edge of the bed like a tablecloth, covering Matthew’s face. It looked as though he hadn’t brushed that mane of his in days. 

He looked far older than the thirteen-year-old he was. 

Tentatively, Arthur reached out and brushed a few strands away, revealing Matthew’s long lashes blanketing his eyes. Always such a beautiful boy. His beautiful boy. The beautiful boy that stayed. 

At the time, neither of them would realize it, but something changed in Arthur. When Arthur realized that Alfred was gone and Matthew had stayed. Cried over him. Cared for him. Nursed him back to health, Arthur knew deep down that he had to repay that boy in every way he could, starting with putting Matthew first."

All the ideas I had for this fanfiction had been circling in my head for so long. I love these two so much and I feel the softer sides of their relationship don't get shown in fan works. So I'm proud of this work and all the sweet moments I was able to capture between the two as Matthew was growing up.

[fireflyhwufanficwriter]

My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s S03E13 (“The Medusa's True Face”)

(Safe to read for anime-only folks.)

My thoughts after watching Season Three, Episode Thirteen:

01. Time to get Kaseki back - and after that, it's drone time!

02. This episode's title is, "The Medusa's True Face!" :O

03. Gen's right that the way Senku is going about this is a little too unceremonious... and if I were Kaseki, I don't think I'd like having that mark on my back!

04. Taiju can hold his breath for a few minutes?! Everybody else is shocked at how casually he thinks of a few hundred trips, but Senku wasn't surprised at all! :)

05. Hmm, "buckle;" Gen used that word in relation to Senku and Byakuya before, too... now it's for Senku and Taiju...

06. Suika, nooo! Don't say "poop hole!!" XD

07. Kaseki has been revived! It's adorable how Suika's copying his hand and body gestures, just like she did with Senku before! :)

08. He had such confidence in his friends and comrades!

09. Senku knew that the kelp would work just fine, because he knew Kaseki would explode after finding out about the drone project! But then Kaseki's cheerfulness took a hit when he saw the state the mobile lab car was in...!

10. They probably collected the bird feathers while they were out, after they learned more about the petrification weapon... I'll have to pinpoint exactly when someday...

11. Leonardo da Vinci was an art genius AND a science genius; that was one lucky dude!

12. That's a really smart way to separate those small metal balls by size!

13. I like how the anime gives us a much better idea of the passage of time. The cave is darker now, so it seems to be nighttime during the time Taiju and Soyuz are coming back to the others :)

14. Ryusui was so sentimental as he looked at Chrome, Francois, and Ukyo... and then this random dude is thrown into the mix and the music disappears and he's just like, "Who?" Perfect comedic timing by the anime! :D

15. And then after they talk about the random guy a bit, the touching music starts up again, hahaha! XD

16. Kaseki's reveal of the working drone was cooler in the manga, but this is good too! :)

17. Don't worry, Ginro! Kohaku believes in you! You can do it! :D

18. Oooh, Mozu...!

19. As if Kohaku would reveal anything about her friends! :O

20. Ginro, you have a secret pineapple weapon, so you're not there unarmed! And you're talking like a man again; please get it together, or you might be discovered!

21. "Oh-so-lovingly?" Ibara's so creepy... :O

22. Oh, good, Kohaku has a weapon! It looks like a butcher knife, but it's still a weapon! And she defeated thirteen people in just a few seconds!

23. They really made Mozu look protective of Kohaku in the anime, didn't they? First the selection, and now this fight!

24. Wow, looks like they teach teleportation on Treasure Island... XD

25. The best of the petrification kingdom versus the best of the kingdom of science!

26. Ginro was motivated not by the thought of helping everybody get information, but by the thought that Kohaku might kill him if he wasted his chance to find out something useful XD

27. The master of the island is a petrified statue...

28. Finally, Ibara's as menacing as he was in the manga! Well, closer, anyway. The anime made him really soft and silly, but now he's closer to what he originally was. Although... that's really bad news for Ginro...

29. So compared to Kohaku, Mozu is THAT strong?! Dozens of her wouldn't be able to beat him? That can't be... right? :O And I like how the anime gives a clearer picture of how the fight is going!

30. The flower petals falling off of Kohaku... I wonder if they're supposed to be a substitute for blood? Like they're a symbol of how outmatched she is?

31. "I like strong girls, too, as long as they have a pretty face. What kind of men do you like, Kohaku-chan? How about me? I'm strong."

32. "Strength is strength of mind. To be able to continue hammering a wedge for as long as it takes to carry out one's will. That's the kind of man I'm drawn to. Well, this is a problem, Moz. You seem to be the exact opposite."

33. "You're so cute, Kohaku-chan. But you aren't cute."

34. Sooo... I'm glad we've finally arrived at this scene, but the translation... it was SO MUCH BETTER in the manga! It was SO clear that Kohaku was talking about Senku, because she said something incredibly similar to him the day they met! Argh, why did they use THESE English subtitles for this scene? I know exactly how this was supposed to go, but the way they worded it... ah, well, I hope people can still see who Kohaku truly meant...!

35. Okay, so Ibara has confirmed that he has straight-up murdered previous harem members because they saw the master of the island... yikes! It was a good idea for Ginro to jump away from him, but the fact that he was actually able to jump from that height and come out unscathed is impressive!

36. Ack, don't distract Kohaku, Ginro! Can't you see she's fighting an extremely powerful enemy?! -_-

37. But I guess that had to happen so that Kohaku could see exactly HOW Ginro was injured... Ibara's weapons are horrifying!

38. Oh, Ginro... :(

39. With his last breath, he's giving Kohaku the information he discovered... I've watched this before, but this is STILL made me cry. again... :O

40. Kohaku is incredible. The master's house is probably the tallest point in the whole tree infrastructure thing going on. Ginro jumped DOWN from that to flee from Ibara; then he was stabbed in multiple places and fell DOWN past where Kohaku had been fighting Mozu...

41. ...and then after receiving Ginro's information, she carries him in her arms; speaks briefly to Amaryllis; runs on the wooden platform; jumps UP thick tree branches; runs UP an almost completely vertical wooden platform; runs UP a gigantic tree trunk; and jumps UP to the island master's rooftop.

42. From the time she started running, she already knew what she had to do - and not only was it a great personal risk, but it also required incredible speed and athleticism, and this was AFTER she had just fought a very powerful enemy (who seemed to have just vanished, hahaha)!

43. Nobody seems to want to indulge what I think the Medusa looks like. Because I read the manga, I imagined it to be grey, like stone. Then later on, I think I saw a colorized version of that panel that somebody had made, and they had colored the Medusa green...

44. ...And NOW in the official anime, it's blue (sort of metallic blue, but still blue, unless it's just reflecting the color around it), but it turns green when activated. Am I the only one who thought it was grey??

45. (Also, they missed something in the process just before they fully lit up the Medusa's petrifying light, but maybe they want to show it later?)

46. Kohaku knew she had to make them petrify them so that Ginro could be saved... :'( Just like how Byakuya passed the baton to his descendants, Kohaku passed the baton to Amaryllis... You know an ending scene is EPIC when they're playing the ending song over it... :O

47. Her last thought was of Senku! :D She has so much faith in him and in science and their friends! :O

48. Well, at least we get part of the ending song, and see Kohaku coming home to Senku... :)

49. What an episode! So much bravery and strength and love, especially from Ginro and Kohaku! While I wasn't happy with how they translated that scene I mentioned, that doesn't take away from the courage they both showed in the last scene... they were incredible! :O The next episode's title is going to be "Deal Game, Test of Wit," and it's going to air tonight! I can't wait to see Senku's reaction to Amaryllis' news! :O

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[ja0-s-blank-canvas-fic]

Part 3 - Chapter 8 - End Of Term Exams: Whip Into Shape

Blank Canvas Part 3

AO3 - here

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Happy Tues...-record scratch-...er, Wednesday! Yes, Wednesday! Happy Wednesday, dear readers! Apologies for the delayed posting. I recently got another promotion at work and I've got lots to learn for it. This past weekend though was...stressful. To the point that Monday when I usually do most of my editing before a post, I really needed a don't-do-anything-brainy day. And this chapter had more editing needed than usual so I wasn't able to finish it yesterday before work. But here it is now! :D And we should be back to the usual Tuesday update next time if life permits.

Warning for Midnight being well...Midnight. If you're uncomfortable with her brand of banter, read the dialogue with caution after the paragraph starting with [To be in character...]. Though the exposition paragraphs should be alright through the end of the chapter.

Linktree to all the things!    

End notes for the chapter are under the line.  

And that's part 1 of the exams! Most pairings I kept the same for similar reasons as the sports festival. As for who Izuku and Hitoshi would be facing, I was between Midnight and Thirteen for both of them. But looking over the ideas, I decided these were the better pairings and would be more interesting to write. If I had gone with Hitoshi fighting Midnight, I probably would have Sero still fail and then Hitoshi confuse Midnight mimicking and throwing Sero's voice or something. But again, I liked this match up so much more. :)

Side note, I do have a head canon that Sero doesn't have a filter in his mask just because of the shape. But I do know he gets knocked out in canon but Midnight taking his helmet off before taking him out with her quirk.

If you skipped through the fight though, as I said in the warning, Midnight is Midnight and tossing sexual innuendos and banter left and right. But Izuku is having none of that. Sero gets tossed away from danger and Izuku works on distracting her. Lots of dodging and stalling until the right moment. Because I didn't want just one of them to pass through the gate, I wanted them to go together which I hoped you liked. The imagery of Izuku riding through the gate on Sero's back was hilarious to me. I just had to. :P

Also it was finally revealed what Izuku wanted to deny. And yes, y'all were right that this was exactly what Nezu, and myself, had planned for Izuku's little 'assignment'. :P One of those things that is very much obvious but I refuse to confirm until the time came. But now Izuku has a taste of how manipulative Nezu can be even with those he enjoys spending time with. Cheeky rat bastard indeed.

Fun Facts About Japan:

Well, sort of. :P When it comes to taking tests, I actually don't know much. Reason being there wouldn't be anything for the ALT to do at school so they would have us spend test days at the Board of Education instead. But I've seen some when it came to vocabulary tests and such. The kids are very well trained in Japan to keep the test papers down as they pass them back down the rows. Some teachers also have them space their desks apart just for test time. Then when it comes to the tests themselves, the kids are silent. Like hear a pin drop silent. Same goes for when they have assemblies and any other times silence is called. Almost to the point of it being eerie.

Anyway, in the US, when it comes to multiple choice we have the options of A, B, C, and D typically. They do something similar in Japan except it's ア, イ, ウ, エ, and if they need a fifth option オ following the first column in the katakana chart. If an answer is correct, they mark it with a circle because as we've seen in anime maru ( 丸 , まる ) means correct. Some people would even turn it into a spiral and add petals to make flowers if it was 100% correct. For incorrect, sometimes they would use an X for batsu ( 罰 , ばつ ) but what I usually saw was either a slash mark through the wrong answer or even a check mark to let the student know to check the answer. Which is different from the US since we would use a check mark to say it is correct.

Oh and going back to maru and batsu, outside of a test but during the lessons, teachers would use hand gestures for those two. For me, I would use them when giving instructions for a lesson or review game. Things that are okay I would make a circle with my hands. Things that aren't I would cross either my hands or if it was a big no-no I would cross my arms at my wrists or mid fore arm. Which honestly became a habit and I still do it to this day. XD Probably always will same with the Disney point and the head bowing. Damn you, conditioning!

That's all for this chapter! Thanks for your patience. We'll have the rest of the matches next chapter though please know I won't be going into detail with all of them. Just the ones I feel need it. ^___^ Which should still be fun through hero-fanboy Izuku's eyes. Until then stay safe, be well, and continue being awesome!

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) jaune teaches his firends about battlefield control via the medium of D&D. his main focus is on teaching ruby the value of pointing out enemies to her heavy hitter (barb yang) and having her rouge take out key targets (blake also learns she doesn't need to shout about faunas liberation like she did in the white fang it's okay not to let people know who did what now) and weiss needs to learn that her summoning is a great skill to help lock down grimm but her ability to use dust is far better if used well (WALL OF FIRE/ICE/DIRT IS THE FUCKING GOAT MY MAN) also her glyphs are pretty great buffs but it's all about timing.

GOLD & GUILDS

Jaune loved playing games. Compost King, Jester's Court, Hidden Grimm; many a weekend was spent playing with his sisters. However, when he arrived at Beacon, he learned of a game he had never heard of before: Grimm and Grottos, Remnant's number one role-playing tabletop game. After months of learning the mechanics, he's decided to step up and perform the most grueling of tasks: BECOME THE GRIMM MASTER!

Yang: You okay, Jaune?

Jaune: A little nervous. I never GM'd before.

Yang: Ah, you'll be fine! You played enough of the game to know how to be the GM. Just follow the rules, and make sure everyone else does.

Jaune: (Takes a deep breath) Thanks, Yang.

Yang: Of course! What else are sisters for?

Jaune: You walk into the cabin. It's old, and there's a faint smell of mold in the air. What do you do?

Ruby: Uh, I walk into the kitchen.

Jaune: The kitchen, much like the rest of yhe house, is old and damp. A cupboard door hangs off it's hinges, revealing it's empty shelves. There are pans in the sink.

Ruby: Hm...

Blake: I'd like to look in the dining room.

Jaune: You walk in the dining room, where an empty table sits with two chairs. By the window, a rusty fork sits all alone.

Blake: I'll roll for Vicinity. (Jaune nods, Blake rolls) Sixteen, and my modifier is two, so eighteen.

Jaune: The table is old, rotting in the legs with gnaws and bite marks. The chairs, however, look brand new.

Yang: Hello! Anybody home?!

Jaune: Do you say that?

Yang: (Smirks) I wouldn't if I didn't.

Jaune: Make a Vicinity check.

Yang: (Rolls) Nat 1.

Jaune: ...You hear a voice. The voice you're hearing sounds very handsome, like a blond man with blue eyes and shining teeth.

Weiss: (Everyone else laughs, Scoffs) I'll roll for Vicinity. (Jaune nods, Weiss rolls and looks at her sheet) Fifteen.

Jaune: You hear a shuffling. It sounds like it's coming from upstairs.

Weiss: I wave to the others, and when they see me, I put my finger to my lips.

Ruby: I see her, and I wave over to Vix.

Blake: I'm going to walk over to Thorn.

Jaune: Make an Agility check.

Blake: (Rolls) Thirteen.

Jaune: You make it over to Thorn, but you trip. Luckily, your nimble reflexes saved you from face planting.

Blake: (Sighs)

Jaune: Thorn, roll for Agility.

Ruby: (Gulps, Rolls) Seven.

Jaune: Surprised to see your friend trip towards, you back up into the sink, causing the pans to scrape and clatter.

Ruby: Whoops!

Jaune: The noise upstairs gets louder and you hear shouting now.

Ruby: Damn it! Ya- I mean, Busty, you and Witty go upstairs! Vix and I will wait down here.

Weiss: Wait, should we really split the party?

Jaune: Should you?

Ruby: ...It's not splitting the party. You'll both be upstairs while we'll be down here. If it looks bad, come back down to us. We'll regroup and hit them all together.

Yang: I nod, and I run upstairs.

Weiss: I... reluctantly follow her.

Jaune: You reach upstairs where two bandits are scrambling back and forth in the bedroom. They're stuffing gold and jewels into a bedsheet tied to act as a sack. They look at you, and tbey look just like the thugs from the tavern.

Weiss: (Gasps) It's them!

Jaune: (Accent) Aw, shivva! It's those dames from efore! (Different accent) Ah, cock it all! Just git yer gun an buck em! (Normal voice) Roll for First Strike! (Rolls twice)

Ruby: (Rolls) Twelve!

Yang: (Rolls) Six.

Blake: (Rolls) Eighteen.

Weiss: (Rolls) Nat 20!

Jaune: Okay, and what's your modifier, Weiss?

Weiss: Wha- But I rolled a nat 20!

Jaune: So did Gubber.

Weiss: (Gulps, Looks at her sheet) Uh, plus one.

Jaune: Plus two. (Weiss groans) So, the order goes Gubber, Witty, Vix, Thorn, Busty, and Hatty.

Ruby: How bad did Hatty roll?

Jaune: (Accent) Ah rolled me natural ones!

Ruby: (Laughs) Oh, Hatty! (Smiles wickedly) I'll regret killing you most of all.

Jaune: And Hatty and Gubber manage to escape. What's your plan now?

Ruby: Is it too late to Snipe?

Jaune: They're already between the trees, past the treeline.

Ruby: (Sighs) Dang it.

Yang: Ah, you'll get 'em next time. Now, about that gold.

Jaune: What gold?

Yang: The gold those two chuckleheads left when they ran?

Jaune: Oh, you mean the gold floating in the air?

Yang: ...What?

Jaune: Yeah, the gold and jewels, and all the furniture are floating around in the air.

Blake: I'd like to roll for Folklore.

Jaune: Of course.

Blake: Nineteen.

Jaune: Based on your experience as a Night-Stalker, you know from your past experience how terrifying Grimm can be. The one Grimm you have yet to encounter only haunted your dreams until now. You have heard the stories of the terrifying Geists, and now one has found it's way to you.

Blake: Great. Guys, this looks like a Geist!

Yang: Cool! What does that mean?

Blake: It means we're under attack from a Grimm!

Weiss: What do we do?

Blake: Do I know how to fight it?

Jaune: Based on your roll, you know how to identify one, and how to kill one, based on the stories you've heard. Find the head and destroy it.

Blake: We need to find the head!

Yang: How?!

Ruby: Blak- I mean, Vix! You know the most, do try to find the head, we'll back you up. Busty, you can still fight, right?

Yang: Yeah, those punks earlier barely scratched me. What do you need?

Ruby: Break everything.

Yang: Don't need to tell me twice.

Weiss: We'll back you both up, right, Thorn?

Ruby: Right!

Jaune: The house falls silent as the Geist screeches into oblivion as Vix cleaves it's head in twain. Furniture and debris fall to the ground. The battle is won. What's your plan, everyone?

Yang: Get the gold!

Weiss: I should have expected as much.

Jaune: And that should do it for our game for tonight. You guys did a great job.

Yang: Well, so did you, little bro! Not bad for your first session. Hopefully we can keep doing this.

Jaune: We should. I plan to do something over the weekends.

Weiss: Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some rest.

Jaune: Right. Have a good night, girls.

Ruby: Uh, Jaune, before you go.

Jaune: What's up, Ruby?

Ruby: Well, I need to talk to you in private, so...

Jaune: Oh, sure. (Steps out with Ruby) What's up, Ru-

Ruby: I want to go out again!

Jaune: Huh? You want to start dating again?

Ruby: Yeah, I just... After you broke things off with Scarlet, I feel like... Well, I want you to be my boyfriend again.

Jaune: I mean, I'm not against it, but are you sure? Is Yang going to okay with it?

Ruby: She will.

Jaune: Did you talk with her?

Ruby: Well, not yet, but...

Jaune: (Places a hand on Ruby's shoulder) Ruby, I think we should try again, but only when everyone is comfortable with it. I don't want Yang screaming at me in front of my mom again. Just talk with her, and then... we'll take it from there.

Ruby: Right. Good night, Jaune.

Jaune: (Smiles) Good night, Thorn. (Walks into his dorm)

Ruby: (Sighs) What would Thorn do? ...Probably skin a deer and eat it's heart, but that doesn't help me.