#Bo and Arrow

[3m0n3rd]

Donnie really likes the shirts

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[jazzyrazzy157]

Weird ass Storm Hawks Sketches because im bored

[fightinggamegirlfriend]

You know what. there IS such thing as a boss fight having TOO MANY attacks actually. <- is getting constantly laserbeamed in the face by a fucking skeleton that ISNT SANS, constantly squashed by the boss, the boss cannot sit still for more than a second, it has ghost minions to distract you as you’re trying to Pierce it’s weaknesses with an arrow, but you keep getting pummeled and spat on with blood. I swear to god whoever though this was a good ‘final boss design’ in both mechanics and visual style, I sincerely hope they step on a Lego for the rest of their life.

[oodlenoodleroodle]

One of my favourite moments of Super Sketch Show season 1. (Episode 4, part 1)

[llimerrence]

also, just for funsies, respond to this w/ one of my characters and i'll post hcs (canon or oc) for that character

if we go with my canon ™ ending. Bo ends up in a poly relationship with Ben and Kenji

“I can put a straw through my eye, and get it to come out of my mouth.” This. this is a thing that Bo has said, and it is a true statement.

This video basically sums up Bo after a year on the island

I decided Bo actually got top surgery about 3 months before the 2015 incident. He didn’t need to wear his binder on the day of the incident and didn’t need his binder at all afterwards for sure. But he kept it just in case of dysphoria. Turns out, it made a pretty good Compy leg sling

Bo gets very desensitized to dinosaurs and learns that they’re just like any other big dangerous animal. Ya just kinda yell at it and they usually walk away. If not, you yell at it in its own language, and then it walks away

Arrow, unlike most compys, actually doesn't have a venomous bite. And the rest of the pack mostly used their claws, not teeth, on Bo. The little bit of venom he did end up getting in his system was enough to make him really sick, but not kill him.

The thing that gets me most about bo is that like…yes, his eye could be very traumatizing. but his biggest fear is other people seeing it. he's not grossed out by it, or even traumatized by it. he saw it worse every day on the island. His fear is that someone else might see it, and he will cause them to be traumatized. his father flinched when he saw it, and then he made a child cry, and bo went "i am gonna internalize THAT so hard"

he doesn't have mirrors anywhere. his room has no mirrors, his bathrooms don't have mirrors. he has hand held mirrors that are shoved in drawers, and he hardly uses them he just….hates the idea that someone might accidentally get traumatized because of him. he's traumatized enough from dino-island, he isn't gonna make someone else suffer from his issues

He worries so much. To the point where he’ll wear something uncomfortable, or put his hair down to cover his face, or even tie a shirt around his head if needed just so other people don’t see it

Bo would have to have surgery on his eye to try and fix whatever he did on the island himself because I promise you he cut off some of his own skin using a river reflection bevause it was infected (And I bet they did a skin graft to try and give him a bit more skin to work with)

Yes, Bo does make jokes about how his eye could be a really portable ash tray and shit bevause he’s the worst and copes thru shitty humor

Arrow has been known to lowkey stick her snout into his face hole. Not fully but enough that he can feel her breathing. Usually she does this when he’s asleep and she wants food. It’s like a cat smacking your face but worse

[illusioninfnty]

"i'll do anything!" ↠ day 23 ; virginity loss

↠ bo sinclair x reader

fandom: house of wax word count: 2.8k warnings: nsfw 18+, bimbo!reader, reader has shitty friends, coercion, corruption, dubconish, fingering, blowjob, cum swallowing, dirty talk, kind of semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pervy!Bo, allusion to murder, the plot is like a bad porno but i promise this is good guys

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“God, did you forget to fill the tank again?”

You lean over from the backseat to take a look at the fuel gauge, and see the arrow is nearing empty. You furrow your eyebrows. “I was sure it filled up all the way,” you murmur. You try to recall when you all last stopped at a gas station, and how your friends delegated you to fill up the car while they went into the shop and bought snacks.

“Well it obviously didn’t, you idiot!” Your friend jerks the wheel and pulls over on the side of the desolate road. “This is why we never like to go anywhere with you.” 

You bite your lip, holding back tears. It wasn’t your fault that you were so forgetful sometimes, always getting distracted and lost in your thoughts.

This was supposed to be a fun road trip with your three closest friends, celebrating your college graduation nearing. But after a car karaoke session that went on for too long made you guys miss an exit, you’d been stranded on empty roads with nothing but trees surrounding you for quite a few miles now.

Your friend sitting in the backseat with you turns to face you, her arms crossed against her chest. “You should be the one to go find a gas station,” she protests. “It’s your fault we got stuck out here anyway.”

Your two friends in the front row look back at you and then at each other before nodding in agreement.

You crane your neck to look at the journey that would be ahead of you. It looked as though it continued to stretch for miles and miles with no end in sight, only the empty road and dying trees.

“By myself?” you ask hesitantly.

All three nod in unison.

You huff in defeat, unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the vehicle.

“I’ll try to be back—”

They slam the door in your face before you can answer.

“—Soon,” you finish before sighing and starting the long walk, hoping to find some destination before it got too dark.

~

Bo was not expecting to see a pretty little thing like you around Ambrose when it was nearing dusk, especially all alone. You had your arms wrapped around your bare midsection, and even from his spot inside the gas station he could see that you were shivering from the cool air as the sun set. You were looking around frantically, and he could tell immediately that you were lost and looking for help.

He smirks. Oh, he’d help you, alright. Bo took that as his cue to reveal himself to you. He wipes his hands with a dirty rag and tosses it aside, exiting the station.

You hear the ringing of the bell as Bo opens the door, and you turn your head towards the source of the sound. You scurry on over, seeing Bo in his mechanic’s uniform.

“Sir! Hi!” you start, fumbling over your words. “You work here, right? Do you have some gas? My car—well, it’s my friend’s—but it’s, like, miles back there and we ran out.” 

Your eyes then shift to the side and he could tell you were embarrassed. “It’s kind of my fault.”

Hmm. Sir. He liked hearing that come from your pouty lips.

Bo gives you a toothy grin. “Don’t gotta worry your head ‘bout it, sweetheart. I’ll get ya all settled. Come with me.” He slides his hand across your lower back, just barely grazing your ass. You gasp under your breath at the feeling, and Bo can’t help it when his cock stirs at the sound.

As you walk into the gas station, Bo scans you up and down. He notices that you have nothing on your person but your clothes, and even then it’s just little scraps of a skimpy top and skirt—which means you must’ve forgotten a wallet, too. His grin widens even more.

Reaching behind him without you noticing, he cranks the thermostat down. The air gets cooler within seconds, and Bo revels in seeing your nipples harden as they poke through your top.

He goes to find a can of gas, rolling up his sleeves as he plucks it from a top shelf. He notices when you gulp and stare at his muscles as he flexes them subtly.

You were such a cute little doll. He was going to have fun with you.

He plops the can on the counter. You go to reach for it, but he holds a hand out. “Ten bucks, little lady.”

Your eyes bulge almost comically and it takes all of Bo’s strength not to laugh at your expression.

“Wow, that’s a lot more than I thought it would be,” you say nervously, shifting on the balls of your feet.

Bo exaggerates a sigh. “Times are tough out here, owning a small business like this. We don’t get many customers out here.” He opens his hands to motion to you the desolate town of Ambrose.

You completely buy into his bullshit excuse, nodding your head in complete understanding. “Oh my god, that sucks, like, a lot.” Patting down your lame excuse for a shirt, you look up at Bo with wide eyes, jaw dropped in surprise. “I forgot to bring my wallet!”

You were such a dumb little thing. What were your sorry excuses of friends thinking, sending you off all alone?

“I’m so sorry, sir!” You clasp your hands in front of you in a pleading manner, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. Bo holds back a groan. Jesus, those eyes could make a man cream his pants if he wasn’t too careful. “Please, is there anything I can do to pay you back? I’ll do anything!”

Bo pretends as if he’s thinking long and hard. Oh, he knew exactly what you were going to do as payment.

“You know, I get lonely sometimes,” Bo starts, a mock frown on his face. “A cute lady like you could really help a man like me out.” He shuffles up to you, and palms your ass under that sorry excuse for a skirt.

“Oh!” You gasp, grabbing onto his arm. “That’s really sad, sir.” You look lost in thought for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know if I can do that for you though.” You bite your lip, looking unsure of yourself.

“Aw, you gotta be kidding,” Bo clicks his tongue, rubbing his hand around the plumpness of your behind. “I bet you’ve helped lotsa guys out, huh?”

“A-actually,” you look down in shame. “I’m a—” you lower your voice to barely over a whisper, “—virgin.”

Bo blinks. That wasn’t a response he was expecting from you. So the slutty clothes were just for show, was it?

“Oh really?”

You nod, blatant regret all over your face. “I don’t think it’ll be good for you, ya’know, since I haven’t really had any practice and all that.”

He puts a smile back on, laughing gleefully and patting you on the shoulder, rubbing a thumb between the groove of your collarbone. “Well, that’s no problem for me, sweetheart. I can teach ya!”

Your eyes lighten up. “You can?”

“Sure I can!” He starts to undo his belt, throwing it aside on the counter. “Just need you to get on your knees for me and I can show you what to do.”

His cock jumps in anticipation, looking forward to seeing your juicy, plump lips wrapped around—

“Wait a minute!” you cry out, interrupting his fantasies.

Bo pauses in his movements, his jaw ticking at your interruption. “Yes?” he askes, concealing his frustration.

“What’s your name? I don’t wanna do this without knowing it.”

He sighs and points to the nametag on his jacket. “I’m Bo.”

You slap a palm across your forehead and nervously giggle. “Oh jeez, I should’ve known to look first!”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Bo mutters through his teeth impatiently. “Now lemme help you out, alright?” “Oh! Yeah, sorry!” You—finally—drop to your knees in front of him. “What do I need to do?”

The sight of you in front of him like that, so eager and pliant, had his cock jumping in his pants.

Bo lowers his jeans and boxers, his hard cock now revealed to you. He wraps a hand around the base stroking his full length as it puts it on display for you.

“That’s…big,” you murmur. You look up at him, concern plastered across your features. “I dunno if it’s gonna fit.” Your eyebrows crease together and those damn pouty lips of yours come out again.

Bo bites his cheek to conceal his smirk. This was gonna be a lot more fun than he thought. “I told you, that’s what I’m helping you with, ain’t I?”

You nod.

“Great. Now open those pretty lips up for me.”

You open your mouth as wide as you can, giving Bo a perfect hole to stick his cock into. He guides himself inside you, hissing as the warmth of your mouth envelops his length.

“Good girl,” he praises. He begins to thrust his hips slowly, your lips latching onto him as he does so. “You gotta let me move, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” you mumble around him, and he groans at the vibrations that travel up his cock.

Your lips loosen and you start to suck on his cock, the suction of your lips making shivers of pleasure run down his spine. He grips the back of your head, controlling the pace of his thrusts.

“Fuck, look at you,” Bo hisses. You look so pretty and innocent with his cock stuffed down your throat, gags escaping your lips. “You’re a natural. Sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I told you—!”

Bo slaps your cheek, shushing you. “Stop talking.”

You nod obediently, the action making him pulse inside of your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens as his thrusts become harder, more primal. He fucks your mouth with vigor, ignoring your gags and the way your nails dig into the skin of his thighs.

He cums faster than he’s ever had before, groaning as his hot release coats the back of your throat. You cough around his cock, spurts of liquid splashing against your cheeks.

“Swallow it,” Bo commands.

You gulp harshly, your lips still secured around his cock. The extra pressure has him bucking his hips and like a good girl you swallow all of his cum. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you begin to cough and sputter as you regain your breath.

“Is that it?” you question him.

“Baby, I still gotta get rid of that virginity of yours.”

“Oh.” You giggle behind your hand. “Right.” You start to strip, only taking a couple of seconds since you’re practically naked already. “What do I do now?”

Bo’s cock hardens back to life at your nude form in front of him. Your nipples are hard, attached to your perky breasts that bounce up and down right in front of his eyes. He stares lecherously, licking his lips. “Now that you got my cock all wet,” Bo rubs his length, now slick with his cum and your saliva, “I can stick it in your pussy.” You bite the inside of your cheek and nod, your eyes flicking between his face and his cock. “I know I asked before,” you begin, and Bo moves to place your hand over his cock, “but will it really fit?”

Lord, he was really starting to understand why your friends let you go alone.

“Yeah, I told you, I’ll make it fit.” He lifts you from the back of your legs and places you on top of the counter. He brings his thick fingers to your pussy, sticking a fingertip inside.

You gasp and arch your body into him, throwing your arms around his broad back. Your bare breasts brush up against his chest and he relishes in the contact. 

“That feels really good, Bo!” you cry out. He adds a second finger inside of you, pushing the digits in deeper. He can feel how wet you are and the way you clench around him so desperately. Your hips jerk into him unsteadily, chasing the pleasure his fingers bring you.

He chuckles. “It’ll feel even better when I stick my cock in you.”

Bo removes his fingers, basking in the way you whine as he pulls them out, leaving you pulsing and desperate to be around him. He lines his throbbing cock with your entrance and pushes himself in without hesitation.

“Bo!” You scream, nails digging into his back. Little gasps leave your mouth as he begins to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy grips him like a vice, and it’s difficult for him to move inside you with you so needy for him.

He shushes you, gripping your cheeks and watching as tears leave your eyes.

“It hurts,” you whine to him. Your nails grip onto him as if your life depended on it.

He shoves his face into the crevice of your neck, placing kisses upon it. “Gotta relax a bit for me, okay?” he coos into your ear. “Or it won’t feel good for you.”

“You promise?” you ask through glassy eyes.

He nods, and feels as you unclench just a tad around him. Bo is able to rut himself into you harder now, and he can’t help but be more forceful with his thrusts as it causes your breasts to bounce right in front of him.

“Look at that.” He motions towards where the two of you are connected, his cock pulsing at the way your blood and juices coat the base. “Look at how we're connected now.”

Oh wow,” you gasp in awe. “That’s kinda romantic, huh?”

Bo doesn’t respond. If you wanted to put it that way, he wouldn’t stop you. He ignores the way his heart stutters in his chest.

His hips continue to pound into you, your body bouncing along with the power of his thrusts. The whines that come out of your mouth sound so angelic, and Bo has to fight the urge to kiss you.

“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, your head thrown back and your eyes are scrunched up in pleasure.

Bo didn’t need you to tell him that. Your pussy goes back to clenching down on him, your walls tightening around his cock, fitting themselves to the shape of him. He curses quietly into your neck. He never wanted to leave the warmth of your pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” Bo coaxes you. He moves a finger to your clit, enjoying the way you jolt at the newfound sensation as he rubs circles on the bead. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming!” Your voice is squeaky as your legs come up to wrap around his backside, and you finally reach your peak. Your pussy tightens around Bo even more, and he can’t help it when he cums for a second time as you squeeze every last drop out of him.

You pant heavily as you come down from your orgasm, sweat rolling down your temples despite the cold air of the station that surrounds the two of you.

Bo’s own breathing is heavy, something he’s not used to much. You squirm out from beneath him as you drop from the counter, legs still shaking from the aftermath of your orgasm. You bend down to gather your scraps of clothing, and Bo has to take all of his strength to conceal his groan as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your pussy.

“Leaving so soon?” Bo didn’t know what compelled him to say that. You were just some cute college kid passing through that was a chance to get his dick wet. Yet there was something about you that drew him to you, like a moth to a flame.

You shimmy back into your clothing, and he notices how you ignore the trail of his cum that runs down your thigh. “My friends’ll be mad at me if I take too long getting back.” You pause in your movements. “I can take the gas now, right?”

Bo’s heart drops in his stomach. He realizes quickly that no, he wasn’t going to let you take the gas. In fact, he wasn’t going to let you leave at all. He wanted you—needed you—here with him. He couldn’t let a pretty little thing like you just pass by him like that.

He glances outside quickly. The sky's already turned to a pitch black hue, and he knows there’s no streetlights on your way back to where your friends wait for you. He turns back to you as you stand awaiting his answer.

“It’s pretty dark out there, little lady.” You peek over his shoulder, and your eyes widen as you realize just how late it had gotten. “It ain’t safe for you ta’ be out walkin’ all alone. Why don’t you stay over at my place for the night?”

“B-but what about my friends?” A pout overtakes your face and you look up at Bo with puzzled eyes.

Bo smirks, holding you close to his chest and running a hand over your hair. “Don’t need ta’ worry about them, sweetheart. My brother’ll come an’ fetch ‘em.”

[shwarmii]

i just heard one of my favorite youtubers say this meme out loud in a video and the pronounciation FLOORED ME so now i gotta know:

poll is just "which way do you say it"; tags is "which way is right", assuming your answer to "which way is right" is different to "which way do you say it". or i guess tags are also for uhhhhhh if your answer is complicated and if you wanna explain, if you have a diff way of pronouncing (pls tell meeeee), or whatever else you want, im not your parents, idk

[opashoo]

Hi! This is a question about your (really cool) Scuglang. Now, I have noticed that you sometimes use the Rain World symbols and script for your Scuglang. Because of the language not being a European-based language, I'll assume that there isn't really an alphabet, so to speak. How did you apply the Rain World symbols to your Scuglang, and how does it work enough to be able to be written?

Edit: Here is a link to a reddit comment where I've posted up some info about a Yongasabi font that I've developed, as well as a download link for the font. The glyph documentation document is here, though it is largely information taken from this post and elaborated.

Hello and thank you for taking interest in my (really cool) Scuglang Yongasabi, I am very proud of it. I have yet to make a more comprehensive guide as to how the writing system works but I threw together a very rough and simple guide on my work computer with mspaint and a mouse just now. I have since added some new images so this doesn't apply to all of them anymore. So this should actually cover everything about writing in Yongasabi. Have fun!

Here are all the isolated consonant and CV syllable glyphs in Yongasabi. Note that the first row is for isolated consonants. Not included are punctuation or CVC syllable blocks because I'm not hand drawing 1734 glyph combinations, and it would be incredibly unhelpful to do so. Instead I'll just explain how to synthesize CV and CVC blocks below.

A key as well, since that may help.

So at its core, Yongasabi uses an abugida, so all regular consonant characters are pronounced with an added A by default (ka, ga, ta, pa, etc...) As you can see by this diagram, writing a line above the character changes the A to an I (so ka becomes ki) and a line below changes it to an O instead (so ba becomes bo).

Then there's the long vowels. For standalone long vowels, the Monk symbol is written within the long vowel characters. When combining the with a consonant, the Monk symbol is replaced with the consonant (as you can see here with P and S).

CVC (consonant-vowel-consonant) syllable blocks, syllables that start and end with a consonant, are written by stacking the consonant characters. By default, they are read as CaC, but writing a line above turns it into CiC. Separating the characters makes it CoC.

CVC syllable blocks with long vowels, including CaeC, CuC, and CeiC, are formed differently. CaeC and CuC are formed by encompassing the equivalent CaC syllable block within the long vowel glyph. There is a special rule for Caeh blocks, as noted below.

CeiC syllable blocks are formed by surrounding the initial consonant glyph with four marks and placing that above the final consonant. As noted, n and d glyphs in initial position will join to the final glyph.

VC blocks (vowel-consonant) where the syllable starts with a vowel and ends with a consonant, are formed like CVC blocks but with the Monk symbol in place of the initial consonant.

Here are some more specific rules that I've finally written down properly (and edited into this post several months after originally posting it). It can get to be a lot to memorize, but it's possible. Several people have already reverse-engineered all the rules just by observing the behaviors of the font I developed, which is bonkers to me.

Punctuation in Yongasabi has fewer strict rules than English and tend to reflect the way one would speak. The symbols are as follows:

Full stops act like periods, marking the end of a sentence.

Pauses act like commas, marking a natural pause in speech, such as when listing items or separating clauses and ideas, though it is sometimes used to mark the end of a sentence with a less complete pause than a full stop.

The text end symbol is used to mark the end of a text, usually the end of a section, chapter, or book.

Gate brackets are used like parenthesis, to add additional information that may not be necessary.

The exclamation and question marks behave as in English.

Arrow brackets are sometimes used like gate brackets, but more often are simply used for decoration.

Long dashes are used to express an elongated sound like (aaa would be writing instead like a—) and to intensify exclamations and questions (!!! and ??? are instead written as !— and ?—)

Ellipses represent the writer trailing off or becoming quiet.

Short dashes are used almost exclusively to link names and titles to addresses (maki-andae, omi-tei, maya-ijun)

Quotes are quotes.

Here's an example of the language written with the writing system, then romanized, translated, and broken down into its grammatical parts. It took a lot of time tuning the writing system to account for all the possible syllable block combinations but I'm happy with the results! Funny enough, it started as an attempt to make a working writing system out of Rain World's glyphs, just as a thought exercise, and eventually I wanted to make a whole language to support the writing system (then the writing system changed radically to support the new language.) Thank you for asking, and hopefully I'll have a release post for the language ready soon, since it is actually finished at this point.

[bowenoke]

I'm t4t not because of shared experiences, but because realistically I think it's the only way I'm gonna meet a girl or nonbinary person named arrow. and I, bo, commit to the bit

[3m0n3rd]

yeah…

Welp now you know their official deaths :3 ain’t that fun

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[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin's Pregnant and So Must Marry

So the other day I sent this message to a few friends and waited to see who would bite:

I want a "someone gets pregnant but it's a history/fantasy AU where the ONLY way to not become utterly destitute is to marry the person who got you pregnant (or marry someone willing to lie and claim they did it)" AU First thought is Rexwalker but I'm open to ideas

And I already shared the silly Bo/Din version with jebiknights here, but I alsodid a version with @threebea, and that's what this one is.

It's Rexwalker. Also Codakin? And Padme/Cody. And background Blyla. And Obi-Wan's the central figure of a spiderweb polycule.

Let's go!

Context is mostly this AU.

Bea:

Rex not getting him pregnant but claiming the baby despite the ungodly amount of complications it's about to involve for himself. Because he's a soldier and it means Anakin marrying down BUT marrying at all means he is spared being thrown out on the streets. On Rex's side, accusations of him gold digging and baby trapping Anakin, his father absolutely livid because either he has beef with the family or serves under Dooku or both. Anakin (at first) not WANTING Rex to make this claim. (it was an impulse to save him so there was no planning at all) Like develops into romance/lust later on but for now they are friends at best, and Rex has just taken on a lot on his behalf, and Anakin is the one that usually is throwing himself in front of bullets (or arrows or whatever).

help what if Anakin's got some Virgin Birth bullshit going on like Shmi

Oh Palpatine as Main Father Figure for Anakin too so you know there are some plots and schemes and anger happening because he had plans for Anakin. (Obi-Wan like his minder or guard or something who was actually doing more raising than Palpatine but has No Say about any of this.) Anakin: I did not have sex Obi-Wan: [panicking] Anakin I think we're past lying about it. You need to tell me who the father is (and I will fix this somehow I will fix this for you) Anakin: It was a virgin birth Obi-Wan: ………. (we're doomed.) Oh Dooku not a relation Dooku is the scheming vizier because those are always fun. Knows somehow Rex isn't the father and is trying to prove it, because if Anakin can't inherit he benefits.

This could be in that AU I've got where Anakin's all princess-in-the-castle who doesn't know if he has any REAL friends because most of his friends work for him somehow (tutor Obi-Wan, maid Aayla who is technically also spying on him, Padme is a lady of the court, Rex is his bodyguard, and Ahsoka works in the stables).

(The fantasy AU is trans-inclusive but also aghast at children out of wedlock.)

Also an option is the thing from the first season of Bridgerton where a soldier got someone pregnant and then went off and died in war, so his brother comes by and says that since his brother did this to her, he'll take responsibility and marry her himself.

Rex: Cody is the father Obi-Wan: (Well I know that's not true because Cody was fucking Padme, rip Cody) Rex: And as he's passed, I'll take responsibility. Naturally Cody returns just before the end of the 'season' to mess up the plan and suddenly he's supposed to marry Anakin and what is happening now?

Cody's ghost, if he were actually dead: Obi-Wan you know what threesomes are, right? You know how close Padme and Anakin are, right?

If Cody had known Rex had Feelings for Anakin then maybe he wouldn't have agreed, but Padme had thought it would be fun to hook up with Ani while Cody watched (it was the anniversary of Shmi's death, he's soooo sad, honey, what if we cheer him up?) and there was never supposed to be any PiV contact between Cody and Anakin, buuuuuuuuuuuut then they all got a little carried away and Whoops

Obi-Wan and Cody were pals they gossiped he would know. (Although he does get convinced. Maybe Cody didn't tell him because he knew Obi-wan would murder him himself.) Cody: I lived. I'm back from the war. What do you mean I'm going to be a father? (Oh no i got Padme pregnant and then just left her to deal with it?!?) Of course I'll take responsibility! Anakin: Um. So. Hi. Cody: Why's Skywalker here? lol I'm still on virgin birth (I just think it's funny no one is at fault but everyone has to deal.)

Obi-Wan: Anakin are you saying our lord in heaven (or whatever fantasy equivalent) impregnated you? Anakin: …..I mean… I guess it must have been? Which… kind of fucked up when I think about it actually Obi-Wan: (Anakin giving birth to the messiah wasn't on my bingo card, and yet somehow I almost believe it just because of all the grey hairs I'm about to sprout)

Padme swans in, grabs Ani and the Fett boys, and swans right off into a study to lock the door behind her so Obi-Wan can't get in. Then draws a curtain over it so noises are too muffled to get through the keyhole.

Anakin definitely assumes that Shmi, while deeply unhappy, was properly married to and impregnated by His Dear Father, Palpatine. Rather than some lady that got Magic Pregnant and then kind of abducted and forced into marriage so Palpatine could have the magic baby.

Until Dooku pulls Obi-Wan aside and has some Words about how uhhhhh nope. There was some weird magic happening. Old Man's A Sorcerer.

Obi-Wan: (OH NO) Obi-wan who didn't want this to happen and doesn't want to know any of this having to deal with the fact that not only Anakin MIGHT have a virgin pregnancy but also it might be magic

Oh hey, what if there WAS a threesome but the pregnancy timeline doesn't match up to it.

Threesome happens after Cody's return, just before Rex and Anakin have properly confessed and incites some jealousy on Rex's side, and some 'is it weird to be thinking of his brother while we're doing this' on Anakin's side. Padme: …. you really need to confess to Rex, Ani.

Dooku doesn't know the details of the magic but he can send a hawk to fetch the Wretched Hag Of The Woods Which was supposed to be Mother Talzin, but she didn't feel like it, so she sends Ventress instead. (Who of course brings her cousin, Maul, as her escort/chaperone/bodyguard (unecessary)).

He and obi-wan have intense sex in the middle of all this because both of them are stressed out for different reasons. Do they like each other??? who knows??? But do they have sexual chemistry and energy to burn? Yep

Dooku keeps trying to maneuver to get Ventress married to one of his nephews.

Ventress: [looks at Vos] that one. She will deign to have a threesome with Obi-Wan but once again sexual chemistry and they aren't going to let it get out to Dooku because they are NOT going to marry each other. Obi-Wan: I'll leave the nuptials to you two Between the stress sex Obi-Wan is doing an attack of the clones stuff where he's investigating plots, while the actual main focus is on the romance with Anakin and Rex, but every so often he pops in with something like: "Your mother had a virgin magic birth. Palpatine is a sorcerer. There's a plot to steal your inheritance." and then pop back out again meanwhile Anakin is pining and getting ready for wedding and feeling guilty he's dragged Rex into this

There is a visit from a Duchess of far-off lands that Obi-Wan is infatuated with but cannot leave the kingdom (and Anakin) for.

The main impact this has on the plot is that the Fetts are trying to avoid having to explain why their dad keeps getting into arguments with her while Obi-Wan does absolutely nothing to stop them, mostly egging the pair on.

And then Satine gets bored and decides to write Anakin's pre-nup.

hah secret 'royal or at least of suitable rank Fetts' that curve one of the many plots aimed at the couple wedding Jango: …. yeah I was Mand'alor for five minutes. Satine: I know you were >:) Jango: 😠 leave me out of this!

Obi-Wan has so many sexual relations and none of them are nearly as scandalous as Anakin's, probably because Obi-Wan himself isn't a royal.

Maul? Hate sex. Quinlan and Ventress? Longtime lover and his current partner sex. Jango and Satine? Both.

Obi-Wan is very into giving and receiving oral. Can't get anyone pregnant like that. Played for laughs just every chapter he's uncovered something and he's fucking someone else and the plot absolutely had no time for any of it. Anakin should notice but has way too much going on and does not think of Obi-Wan in relationships so just sort of misses it. Rex: …. (salutes. God Speed Mr. Kenobi) Like he gets that he's flirting. He picks up about Satine and Obi-Wan. But he doesn't think Obi-Wan has actually done something with impropriety.

Obi-Wan keeps telling them the Big Plot Stuff about AotC style intrigue, and the one that mentions to Anakin 'Oh yeah, I saw him leaving the bedroom of [important person]'

ahahaha Anakin learns about Obi-Wan's complex polycule Palpatine: I fear your tutor is sleeping with your soon to be husband. Anakin: (How the fuck would he have the time?!?!?) Rex: Yes, I did sneak into Obi-Wan's rooms. Remember. When I was sneaking into your rooms? And his room is how we get me secretly into your rooms? Anakin: …. oh right. When this is all done Obi-Wan claps Anakin on the shoulder, finally seen his charge married and happy and everything is good: Welp I'm going to go to the desert and live as a hermit. Anakin: I've made you my vizier. Obi-Wan: …has Maul left yet?

I think Anakin might STILL be assuming that most of those bedroom visits were either benign or Meant To Be Spy Things.

Satine is the one exception, he does assume that has the potential to be romantic intrigue.

Regarding Quinlan, he's just like "Oh, yeah, they get drinks sometimes! Besties!"

And the rest are clearly Obi-Wan trying to get state secrets.

He can see Obi-Wan having a grand monogamous secret forbidden romance. Anything else is gossip and slander and he will not have it.

Clearly he and Satine had tea and a single chaste kiss full of longing under the moonlight

Ahsoka: The real miracle here is that no one thinks Obi-Wan got him pregnant. Padme: I think that was a plot point at one point, but Ventress cut it off at the pass Ahsoka: It's hard to keep up with this… Bail: Won't anyone think of the governance of the kingdom? Padme: [pats shoulder] It's almost like the system we find ourselves working under is imbalanced and places too much emphasis on blood Satine: Oh wouldn't it be a shame if we had our own intrigue going on >:D Padme: ooooo let's draft some bills! [winks] Obi-Wan: Considering the amount of sex everyone gets up to [He can talk] the fact that we do have all this emphasis on bloodlines really isn't the best way to ensure a kingdom's leadership.

Cody, to Padme: Darling, please do not fuck my dad's situationship.

Padme: (but she's so pretty) Rex this chapter: I wrote a poem. Fox: You're absolutely fucked little brother. Rex: Help. Anakin: He wrote me a poem ;A; Aayla: Oh boy you're absolutely fucked (This is probably the period of which Cody is betrothed to him because of the misunderstanding of him not being dead and not having gotten Anakin pregnant.)

Aayla (a maid who is also a spy) and Bly (a member of the guard) are having an incredibly normal courtship in the background.

Everyone else is doing out-of-wedlock and Obi-Wan's polycule and possibly virgin births... and then there's Aayla, who just got a ring after eight months of flowers and polite flirtation, and will be getting married in two months after the appropriate readings of the bahns.

no stress or secrets at all Also in the background (given more emphasis than the Obi-Wan intrigue) are the Aayla wedding plans Anakin (who is worring about what and who and how his own wedding is going to go): oh that's nice TAT

Rex: Bly how did you do it? Bly: … I ?? I just… I courted her. And talked to Vos. And she said yes when I proposed. Rex: that doesn't sound right

Cody and Padme were either engaged or already married when he "died" at war, maybe? Padme can't publicly say it wasn't cheating because that would stain HER reputation, possibly irreparably.

Extra scandal, yes. Has to be some back room talks about this. Poor Padme, tho. Part of the early chapters everyone tinged with mourning. And the baby that is Cody's is a scandal, but also being used by the more schemy members of the court to cheer people up (for ulterior purposes). Oh maybe that's why Jango gets pulled to court: has to deal with the accusations on his house by house Naberrie. No one can be openly too negative because Anakin the prince is the one with child. But ALSO your son cheated and broke a marriage contract so you have to go and deal. Jango: I would rather die you can't make me do this [is dragged by Satine] noooooo Also Jango has to show up because his grandchild is potentially going to be heir of the kingdom. Jango: Satine please. Please just deal with it yourself. Have Alpha deal with it. If he wears a helmet no one can tell the difference Alpha: Nope. Satine: Stop squirming Jango mourns Cody in his own way, but also he had a lot of children and not much face time with them.

Bring along Bo-Katan, that's always good for some comedy of the stupid variety. "Bo, you can't propose to the stable girl, you hate this place and she doesn't want to leave, it'll never work."

(in the background of all the OTHER background stuff, lesbians!)

Bo: I'm coming too Satine: wait, you want to come? Why? Bo: …

She and Pre are trying to poison each other and it's getting to be a bit much.

Dooku: Why are so many mandalorians here? Maul: To fuck Kenobi would be my guess, at this point… Dooku: What? Maul: What? Ahsoka and Bo are working on the 'Cody is actually alive' intrigue Bo: I don't think my cousin is dead and you have a mind for mysteries (and also I want to spend time with you, but I really do think you'd be a big help here)

Ahsoka: Wait, you're cousins? Bo: Well I don't want to call him my nephew-in-law, he's older than me. Step-nephew? My sister's situationship's son.

Bo: at this point it's just easier to say cousins. It's about the same level of family familiarity Cody had a side adventure where Clovis put him on a boat to get rid of him or something, so he could swoop Padme, who was not having it. Bo and Ahsoka save him from being forced into conscription at sea or whatever. Obi-Wan does not want Ahsoka in danger, but also is just glad someone else is getting some work done around here other than him. Obi-Wan: I'm going to knight you Ahsoka: I'm a stablehand? Obi-Wan: When Anakin is king I'll tell him to, he'll listen to me Well, to be fair, the person on the purse strings of the kingdom is probably Bail, or else they would have gone under by now. Bail agrees to sex and then just sticks him in between Breha and him for an afternoon nap. Obi-Wan has his ways. Sex mostly. But also connections. And competence.

For the purse strings thing: Consider! Fox.

Obi-Wan: hmmm Fox: >:) Kenobi (you know you can't get past me) Obi-Wan: 🙂 Mr. Fox. Fox: [Suspicious] Obi-Wan: [Places Vos in front of him] Quinlan: Fox! Fox: Damn it, Kenobi! Just: Fox: HAH You can't use your methods on ME I'm incorruptible! Obi-Wan: [buffs nails] Don't worry darling I have people for this. Alternatively: Obi-Wan: Anakin would really appreciate you pushing these papers through Fox: [automatically] Sure. [Signs Palpatine's signature] Done. lol the Fett siblings are immune to Obi-Wan because they know he's in a situationship with their dad Alpha: (eh… I'd probably still do him.)

Alpha is the result of an Incident from when Jango was a teenager and grew up with very little respect for him as a father. Treats his own dad more like a brother because the age gap is fairly small, and Jaster did half the raising.

Rex: He gave me a violet, what does this mean? Ahsoka: Wait flowers mean things? Rex: Royals are always giving flowers to pass messages! Anakin: The blue reminded me of his armour ❤️ Obi-Wan: Aw. Blue violets also mean love and faithfulness Anakin: Wait what? Bo: I got you a flower. It reminded me of you Ahsoka: Oh ❤️ [who has been looking this up] Yellow rose means eternal friendship ha ha I love it [both of them crying and pinning inside at the misinterpretation] Ventress: [watching them] … I should say something. This can't go on. Obi-Wan: No, they'll work it out. I have faith in Ahsoka.

Bo: NOT IN MANDALORE Ahsoka: Oh, what does it mean there? Bo: Um. I forget. <- several hours later -> Jango: It means you want to kill the person you gave it to. Bo: NO.

Also I love the idea Jango absolutely fluent in the language of flowers. Had to be to keep up with all the scheming Satine gets up to (good scheming). Obi-Wan: Ahsoka will get there before Anakin does. Ventress: no bet. Quinlan: I'll take that action Quinlan: You underestimate Rex. I think he's going to be able to---is he … singing? Obi-Wan: A love ballad. Ventress: … is it though? It's pretty ambiguous. Quinlan: fuck Anakin: (Rex loves someone else and I'm keeping him away from them ;A;) I'm sure whoever hears it will love it. Rex: …

[fourthcrow]

── THE EMPTY CRADLE.

pairing: robb stark x wife!reader

summary: robb's wife has never been the same since the death of their firstborn daughter. each of her days is spent beside the empty cradle, and robb finds himself cracking with the weight of his wife's denial.

warnings: infant death, child loss, heavy themes of grief and bad coping mechanisms, (sort of) implied AU where the lannisters lose the war, abrupt ending, hastily proofread

notes: I would say this is short n sweet but it is anything but sweet lmao. I know this is a very heavy topic so please heed the warnings and don't read if it makes you uncomfortable! WHY THE FUCK DID THIS GET A CONTENT LABEL

word count: 1.1k+

“Please.”

Robb Stark no longer recognized the sound of his own voice. It was roughened and raw from his pleading, from his begging with his wife. It had been years since the loss that tore their hearts asunder. It had been near a year since their babe drew her final breath in her mother's arms. He knew it was not uncommon for children, especially infants, to die. They were so little, so fragile. That did not make the pain any lesser. The death of your firstborn, your daughter, had torn a rift through your marriage.

Robb did not expect you to recover straight away. Grief was no straight line. It had its ups and downs and circling loops. One didn't just… heal.

But they weren't like this.

You had grown inconsolable and silent. You were a shell of the woman he had wed. Always there, always quiet, but never truly living. It often took Robb a great deal of effort to get you to acknowledge him, to move away from your chair by the cradle that your daughter once slept in. Most days, he had to force you to eat ─ and even then, it was only a few spoonfuls of stew. Just enough to keep your fragile body running.

Robb knelt before you, the cold stone floor digging through his breeches to reach his skin. He ignored the ache, his focus entirely on you. He would suffer a thousand blades to the gut, take a hundred arrows to the back, if only it meant you were free from pain. This was not something he could fix with an order. This was not a wound that could be stitched, nor a sickness to be cured. He was at a loss for what to do ─ had he not tried everything?

“My lady, eat,” Robb pleaded again. The stew had already begun to cool. “If not for your sake, then for mine own.”

“I made her another blanket.”

The words were so gentle, he had hardly heard them. When you turned to look at him, his chest ached at the sight of you. Your face was solemn, a visage crafted of unending pain and loss. The once vibrant look in your gaze had hollowed out, irises nothing more than empty pools of heartache that he found himself drowning in. Your cheeks, once so rosy with life, had grown gaunt. You were a mere husk of the woman he had loved and married.

“Another?” Robb whispered, voice thick in his throat. A large, calloused hand came to rest upon one of your knees. He thumbed at your kneecap through the layers of your dress and skirts. He had grown used to your habit of sewing for your daughter. Each week, you would tell him of a doll, or a dress, or a blanket. All things she would never use.

“Yes,” you spoke, voice still as quiet as it had been, “purple. She looks lovely in purple.”

“Aye, she did.”

“She does.”

Robb exhaled a sharp breath of your name. It was always like this. Always denial. Always insisting that she was still there. Always speaking like she had not been gone for moons. You had eagerly refused to visit the crypts to visit the memoir of your babe. You would rather live with the final memory of her in your arms, swaddled neatly and swarmed with love. Not some haunting face carved in stone in the darkest place of the castle.

Your husband could not let you continue like this. It was ruining you. It was ruining him.

“You cannot keep doing this,” he hissed, mustering enough will to keep his frustration inaudible. His hand stilled upon your knee, rising to take one of your bony hands into his own. “You are killing yourself over a child that you have spent more time imagining than holding.”

The statement was a bitter truth, but if you would not listen to reason, then he would try to grind it through your skull with blunt words. Both of his hands cradled one in his own. His thumb was gentle as it brushed over your knuckles, feeling each ridge and dip of your bones. “My love, Winterfell needs its lady. I need my wife.” Robb let out a shuddering breath, swallowing around the tightness in his throat. A crease had appeared between his brows, formed by the frown that had overtaken his features. His lips parted, and he hesitated for a breath before continuing. “You are wasting away. You have to accept what has been done, my lady. I do not ask that you forget our daughter, I would never, but I do plead with you- I beg, that you learn to move on. She is dead. There is nothing to be done but accept her life as it was and continue on.”

“Accept her life as it was?” You repeated, as though the suggestion was the most absurd thing to have ever graced your ears. It was impossible to accept such a thing. The gods were cruel, taking such an innocent life. There was truth in Robb's words, you came to realize. Wrenching your gaze from your kneeling husband, you looked upon the empty cradle by your side. It had grown dusty from the moons it had sat idle. The bedding was still untouched, a faint indent in the plush bottom from the weight that once occupied it. You had spent more time beside the empty cradle than when it had held life. You swallowed, tears shining the tip of your nose and glossing over your eyes. You shook your head vehemently. Acceptance was impossible. “I can't.”

“You can, dear heart,” Robb whispered. He saw the tears in your eyes. The crying was good. It was a step on the path of healing. “I know you can.”

He let go of your hand, reaching up to cradle your face. His hands, the same that had taken the lives of many, now held you as if your skin was crafted from the finest porcelain. He held you with all of the love and adoration he could muster into such a simple action, clinging to the most precious thing in his world. You. He guided your gaze to him, Tully-blue eyes meeting yours. His thumbs worked diligently to whisk away your tears as they slid down your cheeks.

“I shall be here for you, never forget that. This is not something you must suffer alone. I know it hurts. I miss our baby girl just as much as you, but you must not let this grief consume you. I need you. I need you.”

Robb meant every word that left his lips. The road of healing was not an easy journey, but he was determined to walk each mile with his wife. He would remember their daughter fondly ─ her first cry, the first time he held her, the quiet moments as he watched her feed from her mother's breast. Life continued on, even as death took the most precious of things, and one must learn to live with the loss.

[peach-top]

❝𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉❞

➤ ACT I. | CHAPTER I.

➤ FAERIE KINGDOM.

“Ah…It's good to see something green again…” [Y] sighed. “As the map says, I'm here at the Faerie Kingdom. Everything seems so beautiful here. It made me miss my old animal friends, Wind Archer Cookie, and Millennial Tree Cookie.”

The taller male noticed some spore-like creatures boing towards him. They're not animals. They seem like animals, but a completely different species. Although they seem cute and harmless. For now.

“Hello, little fellas…” [Y] kneeled down before the yeast spores. “I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you some new species…”

The yeast spores surrounded the taller male as he sat on the ground. [Y] took a moment to observe the spores. It's pretty neat to a different species in a different forest. He made the right choice coming to the Faerie Kingdom. However he doesn't see anyone around. It's quiet except he heard the chime of a bell nearby and he can sense an aura nearby, watching him.

“Excuse me. I can sense you from here. There's no need to hide, I mean no harm.” [Y] greeted the hidden cookie. A whitish gray haired short male stepped out from his hiding spot and pointed his arrow at the taller male, “Who are you and what are you doing trespassing on our kingdom?”

“I'm only on a journey to find myself. I'm [Y], a wanderer from the Millennial Tree Forest. I just left the Dark Cacao Kingdom.” [Y] introduced. Silverbell Cookie took a moment to observe the taller male and realized that he matched the description of what Elder Faerie Cookie describes to him.

“Ah. You're the one who Elder Faerie Cookie was waiting for!” Silverbell Cookie gasped.

“Hm? Elder Faerie…?” [Y] blinked bewilderingly.

The bell holder nodded, “Yeah. He ordered me to bring you before him. Please, follow me.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Hm. This is the last remaining flower left behind by him.” Elder Faerie Cookie mumbled as he watched the inverted flower shrieking at him through the sound-proof glass that the elder faerie sealed it in. “It's weak at the time, thankfully. It cannot attack or anything…”

“Elder Faerie Cookie, I brought him just like you ask.” Silverbell Cookie announced, grabbing the elder faerie's attention.

“Thank you, Silverbell. I would like to speak with him in private.” Elder Faerie Cookie commanded. Silverbell nodded and left the two be. The elder faerie turned his full attention on the taller male. Looking at him, he's different from how he used to be. All Elder Faerie could see is a pure soul with a heart of gold.

“...You’re [Y], are you not?” Elder Faerie asked. “Millennial Tree Cookie talk about you a lot.”

“I am. Millennial Tree did tell me about the Faerie Kingdom. This is my first time here in the kingdom…” [Y] said. “...And outside of the forest.”

“...”

“...Is something wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?” The taller male asked.

“...Tell me, wanderer. Do you remember anything before giving a second chance?” The faerie questioned.

“Not particularly. I don't remember what happened when I was revived.” [Y] mumbled, crossing his arms.

“So his memories were erased completely. Good…” Elder Faerie sighed with relief. “Still…I'm afraid he'll awaken his power and the beasts…”

“Welcome to the Faerie Kingdom. Hope you enjoy your stay here at the kingdom. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks. I will.” [Y] nodded before noticing the flower behind Elder Faerie Cookie. “Ah. That flower looks a little different than the lilies in the kingdom. What kind of flower is that?”

“I cannot tell the name of this flower, however I can tell that this is the last remaining flower that lives on here in the very spot.” Elder Faerie explained. “It's a dangerous flower. If it was to be released, it'll form more of the flowers and bring the kingdom to their fate.”

“Hm…?” Elder Faerie Cookie noticed the flower is no longer shrieking. “It stops. It could possibly mean that it recognizes its master even if he doesn't remember anything.”

“I see. I understand.” [Y] nodded with understanding. The elder faerie handed the glass seal over to the silver knight to take it back in place, “How about I give you a tour around the faerie kingdom?”

“Of course.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“This is the library. The books are written in music notes.” Elder Faerie introduced the library to the taller male. [Y] perked up, “Oh, I know how to read it. I can read ancient languages and music notes.”

“Can't say I'm surprised. Millennial Tree has taught you a lot, hasn't it?” Elder Faerie questioned.

“Yes. I had to learn something before leaving the forest, didn't I?” [Y] inquired while checking out the books on the bookshelves. “I’ve read other books back at the Dark Cacao Kingdom after learning how to read foreign languages and write.”

“Is there anything you would like to read?” Elder Faerie asked.

“Hm…I’m not sure. They all seem like pretty good books, but it's hard to decide on which…” [Y] mumbled, feeling his brain overload while looking at the books. “...Big words…make my head hurt…”

“Seems like he's just an ordinary cookie for now. Millennial Tree really purity his memories of the corrupted past.” The elder faerie thought as he watched the taller male struggle to pick a book. [Y] perked up, “Ah. That's right. If I want to pick a book, then I should choose a book about the Faerie Kingdom. It's important to learn more before touring. Why overthink it???”

“...He’s such a silly cookie after all…” Elder Faerie sweatdropped.

╭ ⁞ ❏. facts

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] feel proud of himself

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] sometimes overthink things that it made his brain hurt

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] made that tanjiro’s face if he tries to lie

➤ chapter o.

➤ chapter ii.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Stupid Cupid! Stop picking on me

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader Synopsis: After a great date, you had the dumbest idea ever—serenading your explosive boyfriend in the middle of the night just to see his reaction.

It was late evening, the air cool and crisp as you and Katsuki strolled back to the dorms after your date. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional car passing by, the soft hum of the city settling into its nighttime rhythm. Your boyfriend, Katsuki, walked beside you with his hands shoved into his pockets, his scowl ever-present, but not the angry kind—it was more of a comfortable scowl, the kind that meant he was content, even if he’d rather combust than admit it. The city lights cast a warm glow over the quiet streets, and the atmosphere was just... perfect.

Too perfect.

And that’s when the dumbest idea struck you. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you took a deep breath and—

🎶 Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy~ 🎶

Katsuki’s entire body jerked to a stop, his head whipping toward you with an expression so alarmed you’d think you just announced you were dropping out of UA to become a jazz singer.

“…The fuck?” he muttered.

🎶 I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly~ 🎶

His scowl deepened. “What the fuck does that even mean?!”

Oh, this was going beautifully.

🎶 I’m in love and it’s a crying shame~ 🎶

Your hands crossed over your chest, as you swayed your hips down, putting all your heart and soul into the performance. Katsuki’s jaw physically dropped. Like, an honest-to-God, cartoon-style jaw drop. You could almost hear the boing sound effect in the background.

“Oh, HELL no—“

🎶 And I know that you’re the one to blame~ 🎶

"ME?!" he squawked, pointing at himself like you had just accused him of high treason. "What the fuck did I do?!"

🎶 Hey hey, set me free! 🎶

You spun again, letting go of his hand for extra dramatic flair, arms wide open like you were the main character in a grand, romantic musical. Katsuki looked around in sheer panic, like someone—anyone—was witnessing this disaster unfold.

Spoiler: They weren’t.

🎶 Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me! 🎶

"OH MY FUCKING GOD—" Katsuki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "OI—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He barked, grabbing your arm—only for you to spin out of his grasp like a professional dancer and keep going. You giggled, skipping a few steps ahead, enjoying how his ears were definitely turning pink. But you weren’t done yet.

Not even close.

You then spotted a park up ahead—a perfect little stage just waiting for you.

You gasped. This was fate.

"DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE—"

Oh, but you dared.

Without hesitation, you bolted towards it, hopping onto a bench with the grace of a Broadway star.

🎶 I can’t do my homework and I can’t think straight~ 🎶

Katsuki scoffed. “YEAH, NO SHIT. YOU’RE EMBARRASSING AS HELL RIGHT NOW.” His explosions crackled to life in his palms. His whole body radiated chaos.

You? You just kept going.

"AND FUCK— DUMBASS, QUIT MOVIN' AROUND LIKE THAT!"

🎶 I meet him every morning 'bout a half past eight~🎶

"HEY—ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

🎶 I’m acting like a lovesick fool~ 🎶

You clasped your hands over your heart, dramatically wilting like you had been struck by Cupid’s arrow in real-time. "YOU’RE ACTIN’ LIKE A DAMN LUNATIC, THAT’S WHAT!" Katsuki let out a long, suffering sigh, scrubbing his face aggressively with his hands. "You ARE a fool,"

🎶 You’ve even got me carrying his books to school~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

"WHOSE BOOKS?! WHO THE FUCK IS HE?! YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT ME OR SOME OTHER SHITHEAD?!"

Your hips swayed, hands clutching at your chest as you twirled dramatically. Katsuki looked one second away from combusting.

🎶 Hey hey, set me free! 🎶

"FUCKIN’ STOP, PRINCESS!"

🎶 Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me! 🎶

Katsuki’s entire soul left his body for a moment. His hands fisted in his hair. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out—only strangled, painful noises. He stood there, arms crossed, glowering. But his glare didn’t stop you. If anything, it fueled you.

THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH. He thought to himself

He groaned again, louder this time, like the universe was actively punishing him.

🎶 You mixed me up for good right from the very start~ 🎶

🎶 Hey, go play Robin Hood with somebody else’s heart~ 🎶

"WHO THE FUCK IS ROBIN HOOD?! WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT—"

🎶 You got me jumping like a crazy clown~ 🎶

Katsuki twitched violently. "I'LL GIVE YOU A DAMN CRAZY LUNATIC CLOWN AND COMMAND IT TO HAUNT YOU EVERY NIGHT THAT I’LL EVEN DENY YOU FROM GETTING CUDDLES WHEN YOU GET FUCKING SC—"

🎶 And I don’t feature what you’re putting down~ 🎶

🎶 Since I kissed his loving lips of wine~ 🎶

He froze.

🎶 The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine~ (Stupid Cupid) 🎶

His face went bright red. His explosions stuttered in his palms. He looked one second away from completely imploding on himself.

🎶 Hey hey, set me free! 🎶

"YOU LITTLE—"

🎶 Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me! 🎶

As the last note left your lips, you struck a grand pose, throwing your hands high into the air like a true performer finishing their masterpiece. Then, with a smug smirk, you eyed Katsuki—and more importantly, his hands.

You wiggled your fingers. He scowled, blinking. "What?" You wiggled them again, tilting your head toward his very capable fire-producing hands. Realization dawned on him. His face twisted into an expression of pure betrayal. "Oh, hell no—" You pouted dramatically, batting your lashes at him. His eye twitched. "I’m not—" You kept staring.

"—Dumbass, you seriously—"

More staring.

Katsuki made a sound so guttural it could have come from the depths of his soul. His hands flexed. His palms sparked. His pride cracked in half.

And then—

BOOM!

Golden fireworks erupted from his palms, lighting up the night sky in a spectacular, dazzling display. A perfect ending to your perfect performance. You clapped, giggling. "There it is! You do love me!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" he barked, face the color of a tomato. "I only did it so you’d stop looking at me like that!”

"Mm-hmm." You hopped down from the bench, grabbing his hand. You grinned up at him. "So? What’d you think?" For a second, silence. Just Katsuki, standing there, still so red it was hilarious. "Tch." He rubbed the back of his neck aggressively. "You're such a pain in the ass."

You smirked, "A cute pain in the ass who makes your heart go boom boom~"

"I’M GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT,"

You giggled. "You were watching me like a lovesick fool~"

"I WAS NOT—"

You poked his cheek. "Don’t be shy suki~"

"FUCKING STOP—"

"Awwww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered!"

Katsuki groaned so loudly that birds scattered from the trees. "WHY DO I EVEN LIKE YOU?!" You squeezed his hand. "Because I make your life interesting~”

"I SWEAR TO GOD—"

As you both walked back to the dorms, Katsuki still grumbling under his breath, you suddenly squeezed his hand a little tighter and looked up at him with a soft smile.

You glanced up at him with a soft smile before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I love you, Suki," you murmured, your voice warm and teasing. Katsuki froze. His entire body went stiff, and for a moment, you thought he might actually combust on the spot. His ears turned a dangerous shade of red, and his grip on your hand tightened just a fraction. "...Tch." He exhaled sharply, still looking away. Then, in a gruff, almost reluctant mumble, he muttered, "I love you too, dumbass."

You blinked, then grinned way too wide. "Awwww! That was so—"

"Shut up," he grumbled, dragging a hand down his face. "Just—don’t do that shit again! Singing in the middle of the night like a damn lunatic—"

"But you loved it," you teased, nudging him. "and oh please, if you really wanted me to stop, you could’ve just thrown me over your shoulder and carried me off," You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. "But you didn’t."

Katsuki's eye twitched. "That’s not the damn point!" You grinned wider. "No, the point is you secretly wanted me to finish my cutesy performance,"

"LIKE HELL I DID—"

"Yet instead of physically stopping me," you continued, ignoring his outrage, "you just stood there ranting while watching me like a lovesick fool."

"I WAS NOT—"

"Like a grumpy little firecracker in love~"

"SHUT IT"

Giggling, you squeezed his hand. "You know you love me, Katsuki."

He groaned, looking away as his ears somehow got redder. "Fucking unfortunately."

And with that, hand still in his, you continued your way back to the dorms—Katsuki grumbling the whole time, but still squeezing your hand just a little tighter.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work. Some of you may be familiar with this scene—I actually referenced it from a K-drama (though I totally forgot the title), but yeah, that was it HAHAHA.

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[ikjun]

— we are as sparrows, i do think, arrowing still the same old patterns.

THE FIERY PRIEST / 열혈사제 (2019) dir. Lee Myung-woo, Park Bo-ram

[kifkay]

class swapping winx and the specialists (+ trix)

currently brainrotting about an au where the girls are specialists and the boys are the magical ones.

specialist! Aisha:

the undisputed best fighter and leader

has a plasma weapon that can change forms — from a scimitar to a spear, from a spear to dual swords, etc.

is incredibly popular with the student body but could not be more unbothered by it

has ridden a dragon before (a rite of passage for all specialists), but prefers the company of the monsters of the deep ocean

specialist! Flora:

the pacifist <3

and is super jacked. as a treat. for me.

(just like in the og cartoon) Flora’s signature move is detaining/grappling her enemies, rather than explicitly harming them.

bolas is her weapon of choice:

but I can also see her using escrima sticks or a bo.

Saladin has a soft spot for Flora because she reminds him of Helia. He is also the one to introduce them to each other.

still as patient and kind with everyone as her og version, but more reserved/quiet. Flora is a bit of a mystery to her peers.

specialist! Stella:

the Red Fountain is THE nepo school of all time. all nobles worth their salt send their little trust fund cases there to get them a prestigious rank of a Specialist; no matter if their offsprings are actually suited for the lifestyle of a hero.

Stella’s parents enrolled her in RF in order to rehabilitate her image as an irresponsible party girl/failure of an heir to the Solari throne.

Stella retaliated by not giving a damn about her education — she even had to repeat a year due to her skipping practices.

her behavior began to improve once she was assigned to the Winx and became inspired by their heroism/courage/honor.

but it took the girls almost getting killed saving Stella’s ass on a mission, for her finally to start taking her training seriously.

her weapon of choice: a family relic — a sword.

Stella does become a proficient sword-fighter and a Specialist, being able to fend off a wyrm to save her father’s life (akin the scene where she gets her Enchantix in s3).

although controversy follows the blonde specialist, she earns sincere admiration of fellow Solarians for this act of heroism.

she chooses to pursue dragon-riding beyond the mandated RF course. the dragon that she bonds with is Synfire (wink wink).

specialist! Bloom:

in this AU, she is adopted by Hagen.

he teaches her the art of smithing magical weapons.

Bloom is less of a fighter and more of a tech/engineer. she creates magical artifacts/weapons for the girls, devises strategies and acts as their support.

she is also the healer of the group (or tries to be, this girl is still a clutz disaster)

Bloom is very idealistic, grown on legends foretold by Hagen and whatever remains of the Company of Light.

Bloom is probably equipped with top-notch weapons from head to toe, but always defaults to using whatever is laying around to defend herself. rusty pipes, bats, bricks, etc.

her dragon is a huge, scary and old thing everybody calls Fang. she calls him Kiko <3

specialist! Tecna:

loves to train in the simulation rooms.

actually a very good fighter: Tecna was taught her craft by the most rigorous Zenithian educational programs.

she mostly relies on her speed and agility in fighting.

her weapons of choice: tranquilliser guns and daggers.

devises strict exercise regiments for the rest of the girls.

Tecna stills handles any and all technology, but, unlike Timmy in the og cartoon, cannot stand being side-lined from battle.

a perfectionist.

specialist! Musa:

I see Musa as a ranged fighter, using guns & grenades & arrows.

she’s a wild card. high risk, high reward battle strategies are her bread and butter.

she also pursues dragon-riding. her dragon is nicknamed Pearl, a fast and furious creature.

a menace, honestly.

the boys:

Sky is a fairy of wind currents (since… y’know his name. but also because I like the irony of Sky having the ability to fly but yet feeling trapped and bound to his duties as a crown prince)

Riven is a witch of shadows/negative energy, like Darcy. he’s not evil though.

Brandon is a fairy of constructs. I picture his powers to be like the earth-benders from ATLA.

Timmy is the witch of technology.

Helia is a wizard, like his grandpops.

Nabu retains his powers but is a fairy instead of a warlock.

the Trix are fairies <3 they’re still evil, but in a whole different way: instead of revelling in their villainy, they are convinced of their own self-righteousness and purity of ideals. they try to usurp power of the Great Dragon because they believe they can make for better rulers, forgetting, of course, that would just make them dictators.