#HOW CAN YOU HURT SUCH A PRECIOUS BABEY

[killuaisaprincess]

MOST PRECIOUS BABEY

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

hi, so I was re-reading chapter 11 because I’m thirsty for more of your writing my queen, so a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do and it got me thinking about now we know how murderous Daemon can get when his B A B E Y is hurt, can you imagine if babey is poisoned when she was in dorne after chapter Brat? can you imagine the man warning everyone that sending his wife to Dorne would risk her life and the absolute worst happen right before his eyes? imagine the shit storm that would happen. Imagine her dragon????

Daemon would show up uninvited at old palace, sunspear during the welcoming feast for the Targaryen Princess, walk towards the table in the feast hall while dragging a chair behind him to sit beside his babey with nothing but a fuckery smug smirk on his face knowing who in their goddamn mind would deny and throw out Prince Daemon I-do-what-I want-and-you-can-fuck-off Targaryen. He looked at babey and think now that he’s here no one would dare harm her let alone breathe the wrong way towards babey. he’s here and surely nothing will go wrong, and BOOM would you guess it? one sip of the famous dornish reds had babey slamming the glass loudly to the table, she looked over at a startled Daemon before coughing up blood to his face, and collapse to the floor.

The hell that Daemon would unleash to the dornish scumnobles, demanding not one soul leave the palace until they found the culprit. Carrying babey to a secluded room as she writhe in his hold, blood all over his chest and her mouth. Screaming for maesters, healers, or anyone who could help his wife, and if by the time babey is laid down on the bed and no one is by her side to tend to her, by gods he would burn the entire Dorne to ashes.

Daemon having a dilemma between tearing the entire palace apart to find the culprit or mounting Caraxes to burn everyone alive or stay by babey side as she writhe and convulse and cried out in pain on the bed. but when they advice for someone to force babey to throw up the poison, Daemon was quick to cradle babey and force his fingers down her throat.

The internal turmoil going inside his head as he watch babey in pain and can only do nothing but wait. Then them telling Daemon that if babey survives the night, she would live on, and so Daemon kneeled beside her all night long gripping her hands, staring at her and asking her gently ‘you would wake up in the morning for me, right? sweet girl?’

Nobody dared enter the room as the prince wait for his wife and Dorne fate depends on whether or not the Targaryen Princess survives the night. They didn’t even dare imagine what would happen to them if she dies, perhaps they would finally witness the true Targaryen Madness

The aftermath of the incident leads to Daemon to personally drinking babey’s wine before her, having the servants taste her food before serving it, the paranoia he went through each time babey gets sleepy after drinking wine, and ooooh the misery the entire Dorne has to suffer after poisoning Daemon Targaryen precious wife

and and A N D (and just bear with my masochist ass pls) imagine Athfiezar feeling her pain??? wreaking havoc, and climbing the roof of the palace demanding to see babey? clawing the walls? crushing everyone in his way? roaring just as hard when babey screamed in pain? the dragon never wanting to fly to Dorne again? holding a grudge against it for what it did to his rider? and if Athfiezar ever fly across Dorne again, it’s only to fry them crispy. Gods help the Dornish.

yea I like pain if you can guess correctly. and if you write an au to this, my queen I would simply a s c e n d

Oooooh, I might say that something dramatical will happen in this current instalment? Kinda, um, in this vein? Not necessarily Dorne, and not necessarily poison, but, like, if y'all love unhinged-maniac!Daemon you might enjoy what I have in store.

But oh my gods this would make Daemon an absolute literal fucking nightmare. He'd quite happily threaten to slit Qoren's kids' throats if Babey dies from poison, I think. You bet the Prince'll be working double-time to get Babey fixed and find the damn culprit before Daemon tears Dorne a new asshole.

And the aftermath? Man, if they thought Targs were fucking paranoid, well, let's add a new milestone to the record-book. Daemon Targaryen, King of Cray-Cray-Town, population one. I betchu he'd never let the poor girl out of his sight - he might even make good on those threats to lock her the fuck up and limit all access to her, ain't nobody getting through that he doesn't have triple-verified before they're allowed to breathe in the same air space as his Babey. Viserys has to threaten him with an annulment and exile for him to pull his head outta his butt and chill on the psycho just a little bit. Still, her guards are tripled, and I reckon he might seriously consider having a manor built right the fuck near the Cannibal's nest to ward off anyone who's stupid enough to attempt harming his wife. He can put up with the aggression from the damn dragon, he can even put up with the smell of rotting flesh and the clink of bones. He be crazy.

Oof, but literal chills at the thought of nutjob Daemon. I do like it when Targs be crazy.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt: what if jc was lxc's age (and jyl maybe 2 or 3 years older) and wwx was lwj's/nhs' age when he was brought to lotus pier? (Or anything that involves a much bigger age gap bw the jiang sibs and wwx - where wwx is babey)

Untamed

“You know what,” Jiang Cheng said to his sister, who looked at him. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not marrying a woman.”

Jiang Yanli’s lips started twitching uncontrollably and she hid her smile behind her sleeve. “Oh?”

“Nope. I’m going to marry Chifeng-zun.”

“On the basis of…?”

“If you take two adult men in charge of two Great Sects,” Jiang Cheng said, doing his utmost best to keep a straight face, “with all the power we can generate between us, we might – maybe – have a chance at disciplining our baby brothers.”

Jiang Yanli burst out laughing.

“There, there. It’s all right,” he said, grinning, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder. “You can join us if you’d like. There’s enough room in Qinghe for two wives.”

“We are not both running away to Qinghe,” she said, giggling. “A-Cheng!”

“What? I think it’s a great idea. If our parents want us back, they can negotiate with Chifeng-zun for it – may they have more luck than they had with the whole medicinal herb debacle.”

“A-Cheng, I am officially tabling this idea,” Jiang Yanli said, still snorting. “Older sibling privilege.”

“I let you out of the womb first as a matter of courtesy,” Jiang Cheng sniffed. “And now you use it against me? A-Li, how could you?”

“Call me jiejie! It doesn’t matter how much older, a few shichen or a few years, older is still older.”

“You probably elbowed me with those sharp pointy things you have on your arms. Weapons of war.”

“Older is older!” she sang. “Now tell me, what did A-Xian do this time?”

“Would you like it in chronological order, or in order of severity? I can also group it by theme, if you prefer.”

“Oh no,” Jiang Yanli said, covering her eyes. “Oh no.”

“And the chief-most theme,” Jiang Cheng said, continuing anyway, “is still called Lan Wangji.”

“Oh no!”

“He has the worst crush,” Jiang Cheng said, shaking his head with endless amusement. “And he just – refuses to admit it. ‘Nooooo, shixiong, we’re just friends, he can’t even stand me most of the time, he’s always trying to get me in trouble, but sometimes he lets me sit next to him and spend time with him and he’s so handsome and I really just want to make him laugh –’”

“We have,” Jiang Yanli said thoughtfully, “raised an idiot.”

“He was fine when we got him,” Jiang Cheng disagreed. “We have spoiled an idiot.”

“This is true. Maybe we should go form a mutual complaining society with Chifeng-zun; isn’t his little brother also an idiot?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jiang Cheng said. “Worse: they’ve teamed up. Nie Huaisang buys Wei Wuxian porn now.”

“Oh no…”

“In return for help cheating on his tests!”

“Oh no!”

“So that’s why I’m going to marry Chifeng-zun,” Jiang Cheng concluded. “Our parents may be disappointed by my decision, but with our powers combined, we might be able to save the world from our respective younger idiots.”

“Maybe,” she said, and shook her head. “A-Cheng – about our parents…”

Jiang Cheng shook his head as well, echoing her action but more in denial. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that she took after their father and he took after their mother, that she was born a shichen prior to midnight and he a shichen after and their personalities completely different as a result; it was no one’s fault that their parents didn’t get along, with their mother disdaining what she perceived as Jiang Yanli’s passiveness and lack of passion and their father despising Jiang Cheng’ prickly temper and difficulty communicating his affection without scolding.

It certainly wasn’t Wei Wuxian’s fault for being younger and more brilliant, talented at everything he did and with just the sort of personality their father liked best – the combination of his former best friend and the girl he’d once thought of marrying – and that he’d always made that preference very clear to everyone, even to their mother who often worried that her husband would dispossess her children in favor of his foundling and who lashed out at everyone in response.

That had hurt – hurt a lot, even, and Jiang Cheng was soft and sensitive underneath all his defensive layers, but any time he got angry over it he would look at Wei Wuxian, their little A-Xian, baby Xianxian, who adored his older siblings more than anything and was adored in return, and he forced himself to get over it. He was old enough, by the time Wei Wuxian arrived, to know to whom the blame really belonged.

“I spoke with Nie Huaisang while I was at the Cloud Recesses,” Jiang Cheng said in an undertone, one reserved just for his sister. “He’s asked me to pass along a message to his brother, the next time I go night-hunting, about the whole debacle – he’s so terribly apologetic, you understand, he couldn’t wait for the post – if we get to Qinghe by tomorrow, Chifeng-zun will be able to get to Gusu in time to intervene before our father does something wretched like cancel your engagement and take A-Xian home early from his studies.”

“The engagement I wouldn’t mind,” she remarked. “If Jin Zixuan feels so strongly about it that he’d get into a fistfight with A-Xian, it’s better not to marry, no matter what our mother might think. But on no account is A-Xian to be sent home early! He needs his education!”

Unsaid was everything else he needed, things he could get better at the Cloud Recesses than anywhere else.

“Then we go?”

“We go,” she agreed. Between the two of them, Jiang Cheng had more talent at cultivation, but she was steadier, even in her overall mediocrity: when the two of them flew on a sword together, they could make it much further and faster than anyone expected.

Qinghe wasn’t really close enough for a quick jaunt – they flew all night without stopping – but Chifeng-zun was amendable to their scheme, jumping at once onto his saber and making his way straight to Gusu. A waste of spiritual energy all around, really, but far faster than their father would move, with his Sect Leader’s dignity and retinue, rushing to the Cloud Recesses to save his precious little Wei Wuxian from having any connections in life that weren’t to the Jiang sect, and the Jiang sect alone. 

And never mind how much he needed those connections: needed to have friends his own age, needed to have more time with that crush of his, needed independence and freedom and everything the Jiang sect supposedly stood for - needed for them to support him and act as the foundation beneath his feet, rather than the chains tying him down to earth.

Chifeng-zun – who was only a few years older than they were – was really a very understanding person, getting the problem at once and immediately agreeing with their view on things. Perhaps there really was something to be said about the difference in generations…

“Let me show you to rooms where you can rest,” Chifeng-zun’s aide said, a slender young man with a polite smile on his face as he saluted. “I’ll arrange for refreshments as well.”

“We hate to trouble you, but in all honesty you are a lifesaver,” Jiang Yanli said to him warmly, and he unexpectedly flushed red at the cheeks. “A-Cheng, let’s follow this handsome young man and rest a while before we return to the Lotus Pier.”

The young man was blushing.

“What’s your name?” Jiang Cheng asked, and the blush faded away at once as the man paled a little: it would be one he expected them to recognize, then, and not in a good way.

“This one is Meng Yao,” he said, and saluted again even though he’d already saluted once before, and Jiang Yanli’s eyes flickered to Jiang Cheng’s very briefly before she caught his arms and raised him up.

“I’ve heard of you. Smart and talented enough to get Chifeng-zun’s attention, even so far as becoming his personal deputy - you must be brilliant. Truly, you deserve a better father,” she told him, and he stared up at her, dumbstruck.

“Don’t mind her,” Jiang Cheng said. “She’s trying out this new thing in which she says everything she feels without thinking first.”

She elbowed him. “And isn’t it your fault?” she asked snappishly. “You’re the one who needs to speak your mind more; I’m just modeling good behavior!”

If she’d been older than him – really older, rather than just a few shichen – maybe she would have held her tongue more and played the role of the peacekeeper, trying to protect him from his father’s indifference the way she had tried to when they were both younger, just as he had tried to distract his mother from her with his hard-fought accomplishments. It wasn’t until they had little Wei Wuxian to spoil and care for, a joint task that required both of their attention, that they realized that splitting their forces like that was pointless and self-defeating: it wasn’t actually helping that Jiang Yanli suppressed so much of her spirit until she felt like little more than a reflective mirror with no content, nor that Jiang Cheng nearly worked himself to death trying to prove that he was worthy of his father’s love and respect that he would never receive, and it never would.

So they stopped.

They were trying very hard to stop, anyway.

“You’re very kind,” Meng Yao murmured, and led them to their rooms.

The moment he closed the door behind him, Jiang Yanli turned to Jiang Cheng and said, “I’ve changed my mind about your plan – we can run away to Qinghe. You marry Chifeng-zun, and I’ll marry that charming boy out there.”

There was an audible thudding sound from the corridor outside, as if someone had accidentally walked into a wall, and they both grinned at each other.

“Mother would kill you,” he warned her in an undertone.

“And being married to someone who disdains me enough to fight over my worthlessness in public wouldn’t?” she retorted, smiling even though her expression was tinged with pain: if she had one ambition in life, it was to never become their mother. “The marriage agreement might have been forged by our mothers, but the text of it says ‘the Jin sect leader’s son to the Jiang sect leader’s daughter’. Why can’t I marry him?”

“He hasn’t been acknowledged.”

“Only technically. Everyone knows he’s the real deal, or else his father wouldn’t have made such a fuss about it.”

“But –”

“Anyway, he must be a good man, or Chifeng-zun wouldn’t have promoted him.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jiang Cheng said. “Chifeng-zun doesn’t have the sense of self-preservation the heavens bestowed on a lemming.”

There was a vaguely audible snort from outside their door. It seemed Meng Yao, at least, had the good sense not to leave guests in his house unattended, and no discrimination against the very useful business of listening at doors.

He also had a sense of humor, which was good given Jiang Yanli’s newfound ambitions in his regard.

“Yes, well, I wasn’t saying I’d elope with him tomorrow or anything,” she sniffed, eyes dancing. “Give him some time to prove himself to me.”

Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s true,” he said, raising his voice a little. “At Chifeng-zun’s side, he’ll be able to make a name for himself until the whispers all say that his father was an idiot for keeping him away.”

“And if even that doesn’t work, I’ll marry him in and make him help me run the Jiang sect,” she said cheerfully. “Who needs Lanling Jin?”

“Wait, since when are you inheriting the Jiang sect?”

“I’m older! And anyway, aren’t you marrying Chifeng-zun? That means you’ll be away helping run his sect, and that leaves an opening at home for me.”

“…huh. Good point.”

“Maybe you can just swap places with Meng Yao,” she said, starting to giggle again. “And we can all see how long it takes anyone to notice…”

“Our parents might not,” Jiang Cheng said dryly. “But Chifeng-zun would. If only because I have my sights set on his bed, and I don’t think Meng Yao does.”

“You don’t know that; everyone wants Chifeng-zun. Maybe you have competition.”

“Better to have competition than be oblivious. Do you want to hear the whole story about A-Xian and Lan Wangji’s tragic mutual pining disaster? Xichen-xiong told me all the details he’s been leaving out of his letters.”

“Tell me everything!”

[skyborn-reads]

💌 Messages From Your Future Spouse — an intuitive reading (with shufflemancy)

If you're drawn to any of these lovely cat photos, your future spouse might have left a message here for you 💞 Hope you enjoy this reading!

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(New to my blog? See here for my PAC masterlist!)

Cat 1 — Picnic Basket's Ready!

"I love how you feel like home. You're like the sun melted into Saturday skies."

"I love our home moments just laying on each other's shoulders. The trips with you, the photos we posed together. The candlelights. Just having you with me holding hands. Where have you been all my life?"

"Do we have a long future ahead?"

"I wrote diaries about you."

"Your smile is irresistible. It makes my heart flutter in delight. You made me smile along with you and I can't picture my days without you."

"We are not perfect but we got each other's backs. We might argue about those little things. You say I'm not romantic enough, but darling I'm too busy getting lost in your eyes. All I know is that when we are together I don't care. I don't care about the little things, yes you made me get lost in thoughts with you and I wouldn't want it any other way. Why do you have this magic on me?"

"Go anywhere, a picnic, as long as you're holding my hand as we go. I love you. I love you. I can say it a thousand times if you want to hear it: I love you so damn much. I want to go on like this, you're someone I want to grow old with. I can see the future just being with you like this, why not?" 💐

Your future spouse is very chatty and the words came out like waterfall hehe ❤️ They say they're not romantic but I really feel they are, it's just that sometimes they might be more laid back. I even saw a vision of a ring 💍

Cat 2 — Nighttime Melody

"Being with you is so comfortable, so natural. I don't have to put on a mask, you understand me so perfectly well."

"I'd like to dance with you, under the night sky, you in a flowy dress."

"Let's not rush this time."

"I'll be honest. I didn't understand the feelings I have for you, I haven't fully made sense of it."

"Staying detached and running away doesn't help things, but that is my way of managing my feelings."

"I'm sorry if I have been hot and cold."

"I love you."

"Please have patience with me as I come out from my shell." 💐

Your FS's feelings for you - not exaggerating - is deep and strong like a whirlpool. They find it hard to express their feelings with the right words though so at first you might have to be the one to initiate things. They have strong INFP and pisces energy. The dreaminess ✨

Cat 3 — Best Friends

"You are so precious, I want to hold you in my arms and not let you go ever."

"I swear ever since you came into my life I knew you're gonna stay in my mind for so long."

"You weren't my type at first, I don't know why but I can't seem to let go."

"The smell of your hair as I whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

"You love to hear it, and you always make me smile with your soft laughter."

"I've never met a girl like you, you make comic books and ramen special."

"I hope this will last, because it hurts if we have to let go, but let's not worry about all that babey, I love you."

"I want to wrap up in warm blankets with you, just you." 💐

There's some conflicting energy throughout the song, like disagreements. When you meet (probably long distance), your FS might not be in a good place mentally or financially. They might be stressed out, just walked out of a toxic relationship or trying to find their footing in life. Anyway they'd not be ready for a relationship at first. This is going to be a connection where you support each other sincerely and help each other through the mess. In time, romance will bloom between you 💗 I feel this strong emotional pressure on my heart space, wow, and it's strong. This connection will be all about learning to heal, to forgive the past, and to not let the past affect hopes for the future.

Cat 4 — Pinky Promises

"When we were kids..."

"We knew each other, but the telephone cord was cut off, and we kinda lost contact, but I'm glad to know you as whole new person now."

"Allow me to reintroduce myself."

"I hope to create something beautiful with you."

"Maybe in a past life we have met..."

"Pinky promises, you'll stay this time?"

"I couldn't stay back then."

"You are an artist."

"It's my turn to show you how much I love you. I want you in my life. Will you wait for me to prove myself to you?"

"I still remember you but everything have changed. I'm not like how I used to be but neither are you I see."

"I will be a new face to you."

"You are special to me. You just hit different. I don't know if it's your vibes but you just feel special to me."

"Maybe you're an angel who shows me the path I walk is no more."

"You come into my life bearing a lesson. I come into yours with the same spark of life. We teach each other. We are each other's guides and we walk hand-in-hand."

"Trust."

"I love you." 💐

Dear people who chose Cat 4, I felt goosebumps throughout channeling these for you lol. Your FS has shared at least a past life with you. There is something musical and lyrical about them, perhaps you'll notice that about them when their presence dawns on you. They will feel familiar, there's a childlike feeling in your connection that is both nostalgic and ethereal.

[kuroosweakness]

how the teams would react to finding out about their adorable babey like managers traumatic past (eg phsycical and verbal bullying, abuse, sexual harassment etc) 👉👈

how the teams would react to finding out about their adorable manager’s traumatic past: karasuno, fukurodani, shiratorizawa, nekoma, inarizaki, aoba johsai 

tw: mentions physical/verbal abuse and sexual harassment 

karasuno: 

- they’ll all be gathered in a circle when you tell them about your past. their eyes are wide open, hanging on to every word you say. as soon as you mention physical/verbal abuse and sexual harassment, their eyes will grow even wider.

- tsukki will have a raised eyebrow, yams will nervously bite his lip, hinata is too invested in you’re saying, noya has his arms crossed, tanaka is ready to fight whoever’s name comes out of your mouth, sugawara is shocked but isn’t showing it, daichi’s in his protective mode, ennoshita is attentively listening to you, kageyama is looking around at everyone else’s facial expressions like ? 

- “y-y/n” noya says. he’s close to tears. “i’m sorry you had to go through all that.” his facial expression changes from sorrowful to a determined face. “but no worries, tanaka and i will protect you until death. ain’t that right?” 

- tanaka immediately nods, flexing his bicep. noya huffs as tanaka crosses his arms, looking around for potential “predators.”

- sugawara will go up to you and gently pat you on the back. “y/n, you know, you can always come talk to us whenever you want. or if you just want someone to hang out with, come to me. i’ll always be free for you” 

fukurodani: 

- “...y/n, i never knew you went through all that.” bokuto says, carefully studying your face. “but i’m proud of you. you got through everything. wow...i can’t even imagine. i don’t want to imagine. i can’t even imagine how rough it must’ve been. i can’t even imagine how tough it must’ve-” 

“bokuto-san, i think y/n gets your point,” akaashi says, gently pushing bokuto away from you. after getting bokuto out the way,  akaashi strolls back to you with his hands behind his back. “y/n...sorry if i’m bothering you. i just wanted to say...i’m sorry for everything you’ve been through. you don’t deserve it; no one does. and uh...want to join us for lunch? konoha’s paying” 

- konoha’s head automatically looks up at the sound of his name. “no i’m not-” 

- “yes you are. we’re all treating y/n today. and tomorrow. this whole week. probably next week” 

- “so basically forever” 

- akaashi nods. “right. y/n deserves it.” 

shiratorizawa: 

- tendou will immediately pull you into a tight hug. “it’s okay, y/n. you’re okay now. you’re safe with us. it’ll never happen again. you were so, so strong.” 

- ushijima will give you a sympathetic nod and look after you whenever he can. he feels hollow inside after learning about your rough past. 

- goshiki will ask if you mind if he were to ask a few questions. he really wants to learn more about you and what you went through. if you don’t feel comfortable, he’ll respectfully back off! he knows how unbottling emotions can help sometimes, so he wants to do that for you 

nekoma: 

- kuroo will be shocked. a heavy feeling will develop in his stomach. he honestly doesn’t know what to do. as much as he wants to comfort you...he doesn’t know the right words to say. will a pat on the head help? 

- “thank you for trusting us with that information, y/n. you’re so strong for sharing it with us,” yaku says as he makes sure that every team member is paying attention 

- “y/n, if you want, you can talk to me,” kenma softly says. his eyes are covered by his hair. the rest of nekoma’s eyes are wide. kenma offering to talk to someone??

- lev will pull you into a tight, tight hug and try to tell you a light-hearted joke in hopes of cheering you up. you got through everything, you deserve to be happy. 

inarizaki: 

- atsumu will get surprisingly emotional. like he’ll be sniffing tears away. especially since he made fun of you a lot in the past....you had to go through all that? alone? ... atsumu’s heart strings have been tugged

- osamu and suna won’t react too much. they won’t openly express and show concern but their minds are racing with questions. how badly were you hurt? are you okay now? what happened? does your past affect you today? did a specific person hurt you? if so, what’s their name and address? 

- kita was really protective and had already looked after you. but now, he’ll go above and beyond to make sure you’re at 100% don’t even worry about food. when you’re hungry, he provides. when you’re cold, his jacket will suddenly be yours

- aran will offer you a hug and pat your back. man, i just know aran gives the best hugs ever. he gives hugs that just say “everything will be okay, i’ve got your back so don’t even worry” 

aoba johsai: 

- iwaizumi will just stand there in shock. you went through...what? he’ll be furious at the world for letting such horrible things happen to such a precious person 

- oikawa’s teasing mode will turn down. he’ll look at you with the softest eyes and gently pat your back. he won’t say anything. there’s nothing he can say to justify what you went through. a few words won’t be able to make up for the trauma. he just wants you to know that he’s there for you 

- matsukawa will give you a gentle smile and try to make a light conversation with you unrelated to your past so you won’t have to think about the past. 

- the whole team will be treating you to ramen forever. they cherish and love you. each member has his own way of showing you that he cares. 

[ginger-canary]

Freckles watches Starstruck Odyssey #3 thoughts

Siobhan looks so good I’m obsessed

the brain slug ain't a problem it's a blessing

Skip has ONE thing and it's a book of carpet samples 

Fucking love how Sid can't see colours but Riva sees shrimp colours minus red 

The Margaret and Sid team is so powerful

"can we just change the name of the ship" i love it 

GUN FLUTE??? everyone's doing the help action cuz this is a TEAM

Mona's hot i should've seen this coming "

our life is bad? I like our life" Riva babey I love you. They get to tube around!! amazing.

"doomed by the lack of the business manager" STILL SITTING LIKE A CAT WITH RIVA OH MY GOD 

"what do humans eat" oh god. Health insurance covering minimums oh dear

THE WURST YOU GUYS 

 Riva go babey go you got this they're a UNION NOW 

Oh no Gunnie you have LOANS. Handy Annie freezing the card in a block of ice

Not the M&M store "in a world with no gravity the ball going up is unexceptional" oh my god "it's 5 am" "it's 11:55" Ally how dare you 

FOR DIFFERENT REASONS I ALSO NEED THAT INFO Ally forgetting their role in the group is so funny

Don't split up last time y'all fucked up so hard. shit the bride to be is so cool I never thought I'd be rooting for a multilevel marketing scheme 

emily axford why

BARRY

Brian Murphy I'm in pain why

Riva's first lie of omission OH NO THERE GOES THE SLUG

What is up with amercadia I’m so concerned

Ally's inspiring speech is back and it's so precious. This all just feels like a curse. 

 Barry how'd you even know the word Cabernet GUYS THIS ISNT A RESTAURANT Brennan what's this voice

Sid's fully malfunctioning UPDATED SUNDRY SIDNEY OH MY GOD did they not patent Sid? 

GUYS DON'T HURT THE DOG ALSO CAN SID GET DRUNK 

Go Riva Go 

Someone stop them

THE DOG EATS MONEY 

wow she really tried to pull a fast one I'm so worried about what they're doing oh my god 

NO I KNEW IT 

ooh Riva gets a special bed 

I've never been more stressed about Ally's rolls in my life ALLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING I've never been so stressed out in my life

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Begone, Bitch

Prompts: Hi ! I just wanted to say that i love your stories and the way you write the characters ! If you want, could you write about Virgil being comforted by the other sides, or him getting hurt while protecting the others ? - anon

I am beyond grateful for every fic you write, you are so good at pushing all the right emotional buttons to just make my entire day. I don't want to be greedy since you already make so much good content, but in 'Lie to Me' there was that little one off scene in the kitchen where Virgil pushes Janus behind him to 'protect ' him from Roman and I *cannot* stop thinking about it. I would die for a whole fic of Virgil protecting Janus(and the others, but mostly Janus, I like when people are sweet to the snake boy) from danger by physically shielding him with his body. Overprotective Virgil is my favorite. So this is a prompt/request but only if you really really want to <3 And thank you for writing such wonderful fic. - awitchbravestheverge

Ah yes more opportunities to write in Virgil's narration style.

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Warnings: none, not really. Some creepy shadow shit from the Subconcious and Virgil gets a little hurt but nothing graphic

Pairings: platonic found family babey

Word Count: 4504

The Subconscious is a nasty piece of work. It’s not quite powerful enough to overtake the Mindscape by itself, Roman and Remus do too good of a job holding the barriers in the Imagination, but that doesn’t mean little shits don’t worm their way through every now and then. Guess who gets the fantastic job of being alert to each and every single one of them?

No fucking prizes for guessing who.

The Subconscious is a nasty piece of work. It’s not quite powerful enough to overtake the Mindscape by itself, Roman and Remus do too good of a job holding the barriers in the Imagination, but that doesn’t mean little shits don’t worm their way through every now and then. Guess who gets the fantastic job of being alert to each and every single one of them?

No fucking prizes for guessing who.

For the most part, Virgil’s able to work undetected. Or, well, no, the others will see him doing shit but they don’t know that’s what he’s doing. He just has to stand between them and whatever gross slimy black thing has crawled its way up from the depths of the Subconscious and it’ll get absorbed. Part of Thomas’s background anxiety until he can banish back to the hellhole from whence it came.

That doesn’t always mean it’s…painless.

Some of them are fine. Some of them are like little misty bits that just putter around where they’re not fucking supposed to be and Virgil can just pluck them out of the air and stuff them into the pockets of his hoodie and wait. These ones really like to bother Patton, for some reason.

Patton’s baking today, cinnamon sugar muffins. He’s humming to himself as he bustles about the kitchen with that weird boundless energy of his that makes everyone want to think about nothing but sunshine. Ruins the hell out of Virgil’s gloomy emo image but hey, fresh muffins. Sacrifices must be made somewhere.

“Did you want to help, Virgil, or are you fine with just sitting there?”

Virgil blinks, having zoned out after the third time watching one of the containers almost fall over. “Nah, I’m good.”

Patton shrugs. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t, Pat, I’m good. You’re doing great.”

“Aw, thanks!”

Virgil opens his mouth to say something else when he sees a little grey thing twisting in the air next to Patton’s head. He suppresses a sigh and reaches out, careful to make sure Patton’s back is turned as he snags the pesky little thing and whips it away. He stuffs his hand in his pocket as soon as Patton turns around.

“What was that?”

“What was what,” Virgil asks, blinking innocently as he squeezes the icy thing in his pocket, “what’re you talking about?”

Ah, it’s the hands-on-the-hips dad pose today. “I saw you reach for something, mister, now what did you do?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The misty little shit shrivels and disappears, leaving an ice-cold sting on his hand out of sight. “It’s fine.”

“Show me your hands.”

“What?”

“Show me your hands, Virgil.”

Virgil sighs and pulls the unstung hand out of his pocket. “See,” he says, waving it for good measure, “nothing to see here.”

Patton just raises an eyebrow. “And what about the other one?”

“C’mon, Pat—“ he sighs when both of Patton’s eyebrows go up— “fine, here.”

Patton’s eyes widen when he sees the mark on Virgil’s palm. He rushes forward instantly, cradling the injured hand and reaching for a towel. Conveniently, he gets one that was quite near where the misty thing had been floating.

“You could’ve told me you were hurt,” he says softly, tending to the sting with such tenderness that Virgil almost believes it’s something to worry about, “I would’ve helped.”

“But it’s fine, Pat,” Virgil sighs, “I could’ve dealt with it.”

“I know, I know.” Patton gives the hand one last dab with the towel before pronouncing it good enough. “But it’s never a crime to let us help you, kiddo.”

The corner of Virgil’s mouth tugs up. “Thanks, Pat.”

“Oh, of course, kiddo. Now you sit tight, the muffins won’t be another ten minutes.”

“Can’t wait.”

2.

Sometimes the Subconscious decides it’s bored of letting just the little misty bastards out and lets out the fucking ooze.

Have you ever seen Venom? Know how the symbioses move and how weird it is to look at?

Yeah, it kinda looks like that, just without the gay domesticity and mutual pining.

Nah, this ooze is mindless, just wants to—well, it doesn’t want anything, it just gets fucking everywhere. Makes it real hard to think sometimes, messes everything up.

Really likes fucking with Logan. Which first off, is not allowed. Don’t fuck with Logan. Don’t fuck with any of them, Virgil can and will kick your ass, but especially don’t fuck with Logan. Remus will tear you apart and no one will stop him. Except for Logan. Maybe. ‘Cause he’s nice like that.

Anyway, Virgil gets a weird tingle between his shoulders when there’s an oozy bitch up and about. He’s sitting on the couch, minding his own damn business, but then there’s that itch between his shoulders and he perks his head up.

Logan sits in a chair, alternating between scrolling on his laptop and making notes in one of his many notebooks. Virgil frowns, looking around, seeing if there’s any goo to keep track of, only to come up with nothing. Huh.

“Virgil?”

“Yeah?”

Logan tilts his head, concerned. “Are you alright? You look worried.”

He shakes his head, still squinting around the room. “Weird feeling, that’s it.”

“Will you let me know if it gets unbearable?” Virgil nods. “Thank you. Well, I’m going to get some more coffee, would you like any?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, L, that’d be great.”

Logan nods and stands, going to the kitchen. Leaving his laptop unattended on the coffee table.

Virgil watches as a truly massive ooze slides out from between the couch cushions and toward the laptop.

Not today you slimy bastard.

Unfortunately, he’s just a second too slow as a tendril from the ooze touches the laptop and yanks, pulling the laptop off the coffee table and sending it hurtling toward the floor. Virgil bites back a curse and lunges. His hand grabs the ooze just as his arm catches the laptop.

“Get back here, you little shit,” he grunts, opening his hand and using his power to suck the frothing fucker into his arm where it can go the fuck back to the Subconscious.

“Virgil, you—“

Shit.

Virgil looks up, a little guilty, as Logan comes back around the corner holding two coffee mugs. He looks down and raises an eyebrow.

“You…saved my laptop?”

“It was falling,” Virgil mutters, setting the precious cargo back on the coffee table, “didn’t want it to.”

“Ah. Well, thank you. I appreciate it.” Logan sets one of the coffee mugs down and reaches out a hand to help him up. “Though I assure you it is not the first time that laptop has been dropped.”

“What do you do with your stuff, Lo, I swear you make more cryptic remarks about it than J.”

“It’s all part of the experiment.”

“See, there you go again!”

3.

And then, then sometimes the Subconscious decides oh, it wants to get inventive and spawn this horrific little ooze-demons. Goat head, four legs, runs about like a creepy little horror game creature, they’re fucking awful. They don’t all look the same but they’re always running and climbing about like some gross as hellcat gremlins. Their nails are so sharp.

These fuckers really like messing with Janus. He’s got too many fun things to pull on, too many heavy clothes for them to pull and make him trip, and they like scurrying up his staff too much. They’re absolute fucking nightmares.

The good news is they’re by far the most obvious of the obnoxious little shits that manage to slip through the barriers of the Subconscious. Virgil hears a weird skittering in his ears and knows that one of the little monsters is loose again. Given how they all flock to Janus like he’s some fucking homing beacon, it’s easy to find them.

Janus is pacing back and forth, yanking angrily at the end of his clothes like they’re about to snag on something, his staff clutched in his hand. His head is down, muttering to himself as Virgil walks up.

“J?”

His head whips around. “Oh. Virgil. Certainly expected to see you here.”

“That’s me, always turning up where I’m not wanted.”

“I didn’t say that,” Janus mumbles, resuming his pacing, “though I didn’t mean to summon you. You can go.”

“You didn’t summon me, J,” Virgil says, leaning against the wall and looking around for wherever the bastards are, “I’m here of my own free will.”

“Free will,” Janus scoffs, turning around, “what the hell even is that?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil spots movement.

“It’s not like there’s some master document of humans where free will is written into it.”

Slowly, Virgil raises his hand toward the spot, not tearing his eyes off it.

“And the belief that animals don’t have it! Ha, some of them exhibit characteristics of choice much more than we do.”

The little fucker snaps at his fingers as he makes a grab for it. He snags it by the scruff of the beck and yanks.

“And what is this about it being provable? Show me one scientific theory that has space in it for free will. Do it, I dare you.”

Virgil bites back a curse as he wrests the pesky shit around the middle, ignoring the way it chomps and snarls at him.

“Just because you have or don’t have free will doesn’t make you exempt from the constraints of society. Even if you aren’t making your own choices that doesn’t mean you’re the exception to the consequences.”

The teeth that sink into the sleeve of his hoodie are the last to vanish as Virgil breathes out, watching the last of it fade as Janus turns around.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, tugging his hat and gloves, “haven’t been…”

“S’okay, J,” Virgil waves with the hoodie sleeve that isn’t ripped, “you’re good. Come on, let’s go eat something.”

“…pasta?”

“Sure thing, danger noodle.”

“Ugh, I take it back.”

“Whatever you say, hazard macaroni.”

“I’m taller than you!”

4.

It makes sense that the Subconscious decides to send the most insidious shit after the twins. They’re the reason the pieces of shit monsters can’t make it up to the rest of them. And for the most part, they know what to look for. They don’t have the same awareness of all the little idiosyncrasies that Virgil does, but they beat back a fair number of them on their own.

Which is why the ones they can’t are tricky.

Remus is Dark Creativity, he lives in the muck with the monsters. Thrives in it. Loves the way the gross and the unwanted and the sickening twist and turn about his realm, thrills in the horrified swoop in his stomach when something truly gruesome rears its ugly fuckin’ head.

What he can’t deal with is the fog.

The first time Virgil saw it, he honestly thought it was smoke. He thought Remus had set something on fire and panicked, reaching through to try and find the blaze, find Remus, find a goddamn fire extinguisher, but it was cold.

Like…really cold.

You know how when the air is really humid it feels like it has a weight to it? Like it hangs over you like a wet rag that you just can’t shake off?

Imagine that but cold.

Virgil shivers and reaches forward, trying to find Remus. He’s still never gotten used to it, even though he’s seen it so many times now. Remus doesn’t make it out of his room when the fog comes. He blames it on creative block but Janus always hisses gently when he says that.

“Remus? Remus,” Virgil calls using his tempest tongue, “where are you, buddy?”

He can’t see Remus yet, but the call did its work. The fog ripples in front of him, almost shying away from the sound waves as he moves. He keeps calling, keeps watching the fog almost flinch as it recedes from him. His voice grows louder, louder. The fog begins to retreat in earnest.

Finally, he sees Remus, curled up on his bed, staring at the wall. Virgil muffles a curse as he strides forward, crooning as softly as he can in tempest tongue while glaring furiously at the fog as it sheepishly retreats. As the last of it fizzles, Remus’s head comes to flop on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Hey, spider-ling,” he mumbles, “when’d you show up?”

“A few minutes ago.” Virgil brushes Remus’s hair off his forehead. “You looked upset, bud, wanted to come check on you.”

“Fucking fine,” comes the slur, signifying that Remus is anything but, “I’m fucking fine, babe.”

“You’re exhausted and cold.” Virgil scoops him up into his arms. “Come on. Let’s go find J. He’ll spoil you.”

Sure enough, as soon as Janus sees Remus lying in Virgil’s arms, he jumps up with a coo and takes the other side from him, lying him down on something warm and promising to get him something warm to drink. No, Remus, not engine fuel. Something safer, at least for right now.

Virgil stands at the door, waiting.

There’s an itch between his shoulders and another chill down his spine.

A cloud of fog emerges from down the hallway. From it, three shadow gremlins canter toward him.

He grits his teeth and braces.

The first one collides with his shoulder and he grabs it, squeezing until the shadow folds in on itself. The second hits his shin and he punts it into a wall, scooping the remnants and absorbing them. The third one vanishes in a quick shout of tempest tongue.

You’re not gonna get them, he thinks as he shouts the fog away, not on my goddamn watch.

5.

The worst part of the Subconscious is the shadows.

Because they all have shadows. They all do. That’s just the nature of being an opaque thing and existing in proximity near light sources. Shadows are a natural by-product of blocking light, that’s it.

Wow, he’s been spending more time with Logan than he thought. Sweet.

But the Subconscious shadows are different. There’s no such thing as dark. Only an absence of light. There is no substance known as ‘dark,’ sure there’s dark energy or dark matter if you go the physics route, but there isn’t a thing ‘dark’ the way there’s a thing ‘light.’

If you looked at the Subconscious shadows, you’d believe otherwise.

They look normal. They look just like normal shadows. Something resting against the wall casts a shadow. Something moving in front of a window casts a shadow. Something sitting on the edge of the desk casts a shadow.

But these shadows move.

You have to pay such close attention to even catch them. You have to know precisely what on your desk is casting what part of the shadow when—hold on, what is that? Is it the water bottle? No, you pick up the water bottle and the cylinder two spaces across move. So you pick up the lamp and no, that’s not it either. You move your hand—your hand’s shadow is easy to track—and you move it to where it should be overlapping with whatever’s casting that shadow. You look closer. But there’s nothing blocking the light where your hand is, nothing between the light and the wall.

You stare at the shadow.

And then it moves.

See? They’re fucking terrifying. Like some Peter Pan gone wrong shit. Creepy, sinister, innocuous-looking, you’ve got to be constantly on guard to catch them. You have to be smart. These ones, out of all the Subconscious monsters, feel the most spiteful. Like they’re doing this on purpose, to terrorize the Mindscape.

That’s probably why they go for Roman.

Roman holds the barriers the most. Remus pushes them to reinforce them, but Roman draws the lines in the sand. Roman is responsible for keeping Thomas safe from the barriers breaking, is largely responsible for Thomas being able to see the Sides at all.

So of course the Subconscious hates him.

Roman is the only one who will summon Virgil when he thinks there’s something wrong. Sure, it’s never been quite as simple as Virgil showing up and Roman telling him he’s scared, he thinks something just moved. They used to just throw barbs at each other until Roman was distracted enough for Virgil to suck up the shadow, or fight until Virgil pointed out where it was and Roman said it was just a test, but they’re better now.

Virgil appears in Roman’s room and immediately looks around. Roman sits on the bed, his hands folded primly over the sword in his lap, polishing the pommel with forced calm.

“There are at least three,” he says, his voice perfectly even, “I can’t keep track of them anymore.”

“It’s okay, Princey,” Virgil says softly, turning and turning to try and catch them, “I’m here now. You did a good thing calling me. Are you alright?”

“I’m here,” Roman says, forcing a little false cheer into it, “not the biggest fan of what’s happening, but I’m here.”

Virgil smiles at him briefly before he sees the flicker.

There.

“Roman,” he says calmly, “I need you to go stand by the window.”

Roman gets up and walks to the window, sitting under the sill and closing his eyes. Virgil grits his teeth and makes his shadow overlap with the one on the wall.

It burns as he starts to absorb it, writhing in protest and screeching silently for the others to come help. Sweat begins to bead on Virgil’s forehead as two move shadows race to enlarge his silhouette. Goddamn, they’re vicious tonight. What the hell would they have done to Roman if he hadn’t called?

Not on my goddamn watch.

He’s panting by the time they’re gone, but he’s alright. He’s good. They’re gone. Roman is safe. He turns and opens his arms, letting Roman come and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you,” Roman murmurs quietly, “sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Princey, this is my job.” He claps Roman on the shoulder. “You did good too.”

Roman huffs. “I sat in the corner. That’s not much.”

“And you did great. Now come on, Pat’s making cookies.”

“Oh, right, is it Remus’s night to help?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmm…maybe we should swing by and warn Logan first.”

“Good idea.”

+1.

Nothing’s happened in a while and Virgil is getting worried.

Normally the longest they go without an incident is a month, maybe, and then it’s normally back-to-back nonsense for like a week.

But it’s been three months. And nothing. No misty tendrils, no puddles of ooze, no snapping gremlins, no fog, no shadows. Virgil’s just about on the verge of running a round-the-clock patrol of the damn place just to make sure he doesn’t miss anything.

As it turns out, he needn’t have bothered.

Stupid, stupid. Idiot.

He fucking missed it. He fucking missed it.

All the other Sides had monsters that went after them specifically. Why should Virgil get left out?

The Subconscious hadn’t been stopping, or slowing down, no. It had been biding its fucking time.

And now…

Virgil scrambles backward, trying to keep himself between the door to the Imagination and the figure in front of him. They slash at him again and he dodges just in the nick of time. He winces, claps a hand to his chest, and literally feels his heart skip a beat as his hand passes right through.

He’s being absorbed.

The figure raises a dripping, shadowy arm and brings the weapon down again. Virgil can’t stop dodging long enough to get a good look at it. He only knows that it fucking hurts and that it’s draining him. Draining him back into the Subconscious.

If he can just keep it here, if he can just hold off long enough to figure out what to do—

Another slash comes down on his arm and he yells, tempest tongue dying in his throat. That one fucking hurt.

He throws a handful of dirt up just to see if maybe it will blind them or give them a moment’s pause but no. The dirt just sinks into it like some fucking nightmare vacuum. The next strike collides.

“Virgil? Virgil?”

“What the fuck is that thing?”

“It’s draining him, move!”

“Hang on, Virgil, we’re coming!”

“Don’t you fucking dare hit him again!”

The figure turns, only to jump out of the way when Remus’s Morningstar smashes into the ground where they had been standing. Remus growls, ripping it out of the soil and swinging again. The figure parries the blow only to let out an inhuman wail as Roman’s sword slices its arm.

“Get the fuck away from him,” Remus snarls.

“Back!” Roman swings again, driving them away from Virgil. “Back, foul beast!”

“Don’t insult them by comparing the beasts to whatever the fuck this is.”

Logan rushes up before Virgil can open his mouth to ask what the fuck is going on, dropping to his knees and pressing something warm to Virgil’s chest.

“Virge? Virge, stay with me,” he calls softly, “come on, it’s alright, we’re here now.”

“How—“ Virgil gasps as his chest starts to…resolidify? “How did you—what? How?”

“Oh, Virgil,” Logan murmurs, rubbing whatever the miracle thing on his chest is in small circles, “did you really think we never noticed that you were trying to fight them by yourself?”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

“Shh,” he soothes, helping Virgil up into a seated position, “it’s okay. We’re not mad. Just worried. You’re hurt.”

“Fuck!”

“Just stab them, Ro.”

“I’m trying!”

Despite himself, Virgil huffs a laugh as he leans against Logan. “Are they—we should help.”

“You,” Logan says sternly, “will sit here and let me finish making sure you won’t be drained. The twins can handle themselves.”

Still, Virgil’s heart stays in his throat until he spies something else running up the hill. A shadow beast, a massive one.

“Logan, look out—”

Logan turns and—

Who the fuck gave Logan a gun?

The shadow beast has flopped over onto its side and dissipated, Logan already back to tending to Virgil’s wound but the time Virgil’s dizzy, half-drained brain figures out what just happened.

“You…you shot it.”

Logan quirks an eyebrow. “You sound surprised.”

“Remus!”

“Get back!”

“What the hell is it doing?”

“It’s growing, shit, Ro, we gotta fall back.”

“Guard Logan, check on Virgil, I’m right behind you!”

The twins rush up and form a guard around Logan and Virgil as the shadow figure swells. Virgil’s eyes widen as it growls, growing larger and larger and larger still until the shadows look strapped at the seams, fit to burst. It grows claws. It grows teeth. It grows more limbs than he can count.

It leers down at them and opens a gaping, black maw.

“Now!”

Roman crouches down to shield him as dirt flies up around them. Logan bends in too as something equally massive soars overhead. Virgil manages to peek between Roman and Remus to see a blur of green tackle the monster.

“Is that…is that Patton?”

“I believe it’s ‘Lily Pad-ton,’” Logan corrects wryly as the twins snicker, “but…yes.”

Judging by the roar of the monster, he’s doing something.

“Where’s Janus,” he hears Roman hiss, “he should’ve been here by now.”

“There!”

Remus points and Virgil spots a fucking enormous yellow snake unhinging its jaw. The monster howls as it starts to vanish down the snake’s gullet.

“Holy fuck.”

“I think Janny’s hungry.”

“Pissed off, more like.” Roman lays a hand protectively on Virgil’s shoulder, squeezing encouragingly as Virgil gasps at the contact. “Whatever that thing is hurt Virgil.”

Remus growls in assent.

The thing in Virgil’s chest starts to burn hotter. Logan shushes him gently as he whines in pain.

“It’s alright, Virgil, you’re almost done. We’re right here, just breathe.”

“You’re safe, sweetheart,” Roman murmurs as he starts to list side to side, “we’ve got you.”

“Nothing’s gonna fucking touch you,” he hears Remus snarl as he passes out, “promise.”

He comes to an indeterminate amount of time later, laid out on the couch, his head in Patton’s lap. He blinks.

“Hey, kiddo,” Patton murmurs, stroking his hair, “you feel any better?”

“Um, yeah,” he mumbles, turning a little and wincing at the pull in his chest, “what…what happened?”

“We won.” Roman pats his arm. “All safe now. You did great.”

“All I did was lie there.”

“Yeah, and you did great.” He winks.

Virgil’s gaze rolls around to catch Logan setting down a glass of water and crouching by his head.

“L?”

“You’re all better physically,” Logan says softly, “but it might take some time for you to feel like it. Just take it easy for a while.”

“And that means,” comes Remus’s voice from over the couch, “you gotta let us help defend you too.”

Virgil flushes. “But it’s not your job.”

“Are you insinuating that our job is not to take care of you?” Roman holds his hand to his chest in a mock gasp. “Because that is rude.”

Patton gives his hair a gentle tug. “We’re gonna look after you, kiddo, you deserve it.”

“I—um…” Virgil swallows heavily. “But if I dealt with it properly you wouldn’t have to.”

A soft hiss comes from the chair. Virgil looks and sees Janus sitting there, one leg crossed over the other. He smiles softly.

“You can let us help you, sweetie,” he murmurs, “rest for a little. Don’t try and take on the Subconscious by yourself.”

“…okay.” He squints. “Wait, why are you all the way over there?”

“Digesting,” Janus says, completely dignified.

Virgil snorts. “I’m just sad I missed it.”

“Oh, it was fucking epic.”

“Language, kiddo.”

“Oh, come on, you were great—“

Logan chuckles next to his head as Virgil drifts back off to sleep with a smile on his face.

…he is gonna ask who gave Logan a gun after he wakes up properly.

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[fate-defiant]

I think I said something like this before but like

Given the... everything about how reality works in Goldkrone, I think it might be possible and interesting for all of the more one-dimensional, comical characters to become more, well, real.

Like for two extreme examples we have Lillie and Femio- their respective personalities are meant to be nothing but jokes, really. People like that just don't exist.

But let's say, after the finale, things change. These people are now free, they're no longer a sentient bit- or at least, they can't afford to be since they're responsible for their actions.

So suddenly we have situations where Lillie no longer gleefuly comments on how oh-so-precious someone is when they're in pain, because real people simply don't think that way. Instead she seems to genuinely revel in other people's "drama", and of course because it's no longer a bit, people actually acknowledge (what was frankly always very real) hurt she causes them. And now she has to confront this part of herself, realize that other people's lives aren't her entertainment and that she has to at least on some level make an effort to acknowledge abd understand other people's feelings, no matter how 'inconvenient' it may be for her.

(side note I hope no one takes this analysis too personally - i get it, some of y'all love Lillie abd good for you honestly have fun joy be to you I'm just saying my little thoughts)

And on the other hand, we have Femio with his antics, which obviously take in a different form now - seeing as people don't generally lug around manservants and a herd of bulls to assist them with theatrics. I mean at the very least it's not considered acceptable, no matter how rich you are. So anyway, now we have this kid who thrives on attention and admiration and therefore attempts to enshroud himself in a persona and acts out in public to scrounge up... any amount of either of the things he desires. Except this time there's no herd of bulls to hammer home the absurdity(or to conveniently remove him from the situation). Bringing him down from "comedic but ultimately sort of mysterious figure that pops out of nowhere causes insane situations then leaves" to a regular, albeit full of personality, socially inept child struggling to connect to his peers in whatever way he can.

Man this turned out to be a fucking bummer. But hey, good news - these two going from comedic bits to fleshed out characters means that they can now be developed! The hope is there babey, just like Fakir intended. So yea that's that on the....... thought experiment? I guess?

Good night.

[doomdaysdecays]

continuation from here requested by @luna-rein 🖤

CW: internalized victim blaming, ER, hospital stay, hypothermia

LEDs glaring at them from the ceiling. The heated sheet being firmly draped over their stiff body. Their vision and sensations blended together in a feverish flurry, ever swirling.

Whumpee groaned at the pulsing ache behind their temples as they came to.

“Mx? Hello, can you hear me? Mx, do you know where you are?”

Their eyes blinked open laboriously at a young doctor with dark thick curls, thermometer in hand.

“Wha?” they grunted, dazed and irritated at the sight of a stranger. A nurse beside Whumpee startled them. What was happening?

A familiar face appeared in their field of vision, accompanied by a male nurse. A face streaked with tears, flushed red. When the red glassy eyes found Whumpee’s, they widened.

“Hey?” Whumpee whispered.

“Hey.” Caretaker sobbed more than they really spoke. Their hands were shaking.

Fifteen minutes later Whumpee was steered into a room with two beds. The nurse and Caretaker steadied them as they moved shakily from the gurney to the bed that was situated by a tall window.

“I’ll be right back,” the nurse said, giving Whumpee a look of reassurance before she addressed Caretaker. “Please try to keep them awake. Once I’ve got them set up with the monitor, they can sleep.”

“Understood. Thank you.”

The door had barely shut behind her when Caretaker clasped a hand over their own mouth and new tears began to flow.

“I- I shouldn’t have said that to you, Whumpee.”

“Care-”

“I never should have said that.”

Whumpee mustered the strength they had left, their hand searching for Caretaker’s. “What happened to me?” they murmured.

Caretaker closed both their hands around Whumpee’s. “Y-You ran off, remember? I hurt you so much with what I said, you didn’t want to be home anymore. I, I never meant to- God, Whumpee...”

The fight. As memories filled their groggy mind, they remembered every hurtful detail.

“Where did you find me?” Whumpee asked weakly. Their eyes fluttered shut every now and then, but they couldn’t give in to it. Not yet.

Caretaker failed to contain their crying as they relived the search for Whumpee, how they’d looked barely alive, passed out at the side of the road.

“You were so cold,” Caretaker breathed as though they were in pain.

Whumpee squeezed their hand. “I..I think I’m warmer now.”

A mirthless mixture of crying and laughter was the answer. “You’re hypothermic, Whumpee...”

They remained in semi-comfortable silence. Caretaker’s clammy fingers caressed relentlessly, doing what they could to warm Whumpee’s hands. Absently, their eyes roamed the room as their touch trailed along Whumpee’s knuckles.

“It hurt when you said that.”

Caretaker’s attention snapped back to them with a sudden horror in their eyes as though they expected to be sent away. “I know,” they said, not before gulping down a plea for forgiveness. “I knew the second I said it that it wasn’t true. That I was just-”

“Maybe it was, though.” Whumpee’s gaze wandered out the window where darkness had long settled. “Sometimes I act like the victim when I wasn’t even wronged. I know I do.” Their eyes were unfocused, glistening. “Thats on me. It all is.”

The shock rendered Caretaker speechless long enough for Whumpee to interpret their silence as agreement. But then they scooted closer to the bed, Whumpee’s limp hand in their grasp still like it was the most precious thing they had.

“No, Whumpee,” Caretaker forced out as they fought back tears again, “I know you, I know you think you have to take the blame for this, but you don’t. It’s both of us.” They smiled, and it was crooked, tired, a little sad, but above all those things it was heartfelt. “And just like that, we’ll work this out. Both of us together, okay?”

Whumpee answered with an even wearier smile, and it was just as earnest. “Okay.”

@reblogging-whump @lavmars @whatwasmyprevioususername @whump-time-babey

[yikesharringrove]

I know it's dark and maybe you don't want to touch the subject and you've not been doing well lately but can I request one of the boys with an eating disorder? I can totally see Steve being restrictive or purging (anorexia or bulimia) or Billy with an obsession on being healthy (orthorexia)

So, I actually have another drabble request coming soon with orthorexic billy, so I’m gonna do one for our sweet boy stevie. Wanna wreck this babey

Trigger Warnings for: disordered eating (anorexia), hospitalization, and an ng feeding tube.

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Steve’s mother had a drawer full of diet pills.

She would take a few with her wine, and be much too full, no really she couldn’t dream of having another bite whenever dinner rolled around.

She would smile sadly at Steve and pinch at the softness of his belly, tell him darling, our looks are all we have.

And the diet pills were an easy solution.

Steve stole a few bottles. Not that she would even notice, began taking them to replace dinner. Then to replace breakfast and dinner.

Then he just, kinda stopped eating.

He would have something every few days, a few crackers or a spoonful of peanut butter, when the groans of his stomach were unbearable.

But then he learned to ignore it, to file it away and go days without food.

He kept the weight off.

Of course he did, he wasn’t putting anything in his body to balance it out.

And the thinner he got, the thinner he wanted to be.

He stopped working out.

Didn’t have much in the way of energy for it anyway.

And then his muscles were gone, and you could see his ribs through his skin.

Our looks are all we have.

He liked tracing his bones as he lay in bed at night, liked how delicate his collar bones felt, how sharp his hip bones were.

It didn’t matter that he’d wake up the next morning with a migraine and clumps of hair on the pillow.

His softness was gone, his cheeks weren’t pinch able anymore.

His parents came home to an empty fridge, and an empty drawer where diet pills used to be.

His father sneered at him, told him he looked like death warmed over.

His mother fussed with his clothes, tried to get them to fit right.

Nothing fit right.

But it didn’t matter.

Because he had his looks.

It doesn’t matter if his skin was waxy, or his hair was thinning.

Because his elegant bones stood out so beautifully.

“Jesus, Harrington.”

Billy was staring at him, staring at him like he wasn’t elegant. “You’re. Real skinny.” Steve tried to sit back up, tug on his shirt and kick Billy out of his house.

But he didn’t have enough energy to push Billy off him.

He couldn’t help getting angry, snapping at Billy.

“What about it, Hargrove?” Billy furrowed his brows, rolling off of Steve to sit next to him on the bed.

“Are you, like, are you anorexic?”

He watched Steve’s muscles shift under his skin as he sat up.

“You look-”

“I look how I want.”

“There’s no way you want this. Steve, you look like a fucking skeleton.” Steve pulled the blankets up of himself. Billy wouldn’t understand. “Why are you doing this?”

Because of a mother that always said our looks are all we have and Steven, must you eat like such a piglet? and a father that would say if you were a girl I’d tell you to marry well and people respect you if you’ve got money and looks. Don’t be an idiot and lose them.

“It’s what I want.”

“It’s killing you.” Billy’s eyes were wide. “Steve, you’ve gotta, like, go to the hospital or something. I don’t even know what to do.” He looked panicked, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

But then Steve stood up.

His vision always fuzzed at the edges these days, but sometimes it just went black.

He woke up some time later, a dull pain in his head.

He opened bleary eyes, found himself in a hospital bed.

He glared at Billy sitting next to him. Billy glared right back.

“Why am I here?” His voice was raspy, his throat hurt.

Billy rolled his eyes, scoffing at him.

“Isn’t it fucking obvious?” Steve went to wipe at his nose, found a tube taped to his face, shoved up his nostril. His eyes went wide. “Yeah. Feeding tube.”

“What the fuck?”

“Look, you fucking passed out and I wanted to make sure you weren’t concussed. Basically, you’re fine but severely malnourished, so, feeding tube.”

“Fuck you.” Steve slumped against the bed. He had half a mind to yank the thing right out of him.

“Yeah, whatever.” Billy mirrored him, slumping back in the chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “Just, a lot of shit made sense, I guess. Every time I suggest a dinner date, you get this weird look in your eye. And you never eat the popcorn when we go to the movies.”

Steve looked down at his hands.

“How long?” Billy’s voice was soft again.

“I don’t even know. I’ve always, I don’t think I’ve ever felt good about myself.” He was fidgeting with his fingers.

Since when were they like that? So pale and frigid. They looked like skeleton hands.

“Steve, you do realize you’re hurting yourself, right? Like I mean, you’re just slowly starving to death.”

“Maybe that was the idea. To die in the slowest, most painful way I could on the off chance that someone would actually notice. Would bother to care.”

“I did. I noticed. I care.” Steve gave him a look.

“Not for nothing, but we’ve gone on like, six dates, and were just about to fuck when you got weirded out by my body. Not exactly the best reaction I’ve had.”

“Yeah, but at least I reacted.” Billy’s jaw was tense. He checked his watch. “They called your mom. She consented to have you admitted. You’re keepin’ the feeding tube and doin’ all kindsa therapy and shit. Your mom gave a big ol’ performance. I could hear her screaming through the phone about my precious, beautiful baby!” Billy put on a high voice to imitate her.

“So, they’re institutionalizing me?”

“Nah. You just can’t be trusted right now, so they’re getting you help.”

“So, it’s more like prison.”

“If prison was nicer and you got food shot through your special nose tube and a therapist told you how worthwhile you are every day.” Steve cracked a little smile at that. Just a tiny one.

“Will you visit me?”

“Probably not. I think if I did, they’d lock me up too.” Billy grinned as Steve laughed lightly. “‘Course I’ll visit.”

“Did they say how long?”

“Tops, a month. But your mom was babblin’ about some rehab center in Ottowa that her friend’s sister’s cabana boy’s cousin’s wife’s daughter’s husband went to, or some shit like that.”

“Isn’t rehab like, drugs?”

“Not necessarily.” Billy huffed, his face going serious. “I want you to, like, try. Talk your shit out in therapy and try to work up to eating on your own. I want you to be healthy.”

“But what if, what if my healthy is, like, a little bigger?” Steve had always had a little tummy, some extra meat on his hips and thighs, a round ass.

“Then I’ll fucking welcome it. I don’t care what your healthy looks like. I just want it.”

“You won’t when you realize I’m fat.”

“Yeah? Why not?” Billy had a challenge in his voice, had a sharpness in his eye.

Steve just shook his head.

“Okay, I  seriously, don’t care if your body is big. If you’re happy, and you’re healthy, I don’t fucking care. There’s nothing bad about being fat.”

“Yeah? Tell that to my mother.” Steve scrunched his nose. The tube was uncomfortable, threaded through his nose and down his throat. The tape securing it to his face was itchy, and really, he just wanted to rip the damn thing out. “I don’t wanna hear what she’s gonna say.”

“I’ll stay here the whole time. Tell her to stuff it when she gets goin’.”

Steve smiled at him weakly.

“I just meant, like. If I start getting fat again.”

Billy narrowed his eyes. 

“I think you meant, when you start getting healthy. Because you will. And that will come with weight gain, but that’s not bad. Having fat, being fat isn’t bad, Steve. I know you really don’t believe me right now, but I hope you will. Because it sucks seeing you hurt yourself when I think you’re still absolutely amazing no matter how your body looks.”

Jesus, it was so goddamn sweet. Kinda made Steve melt a little bit inside.

“I, uh, thanks. Thank you, Billy.”

Billy reached forward to take one of Steve’s hands in his. One of his cold, thin, hands. It was shocking, the difference between his hand and Billy’s. It was so much paler, so much thinned despite his hand being overall bigger.

“I’m kinda. I’m kinda scared. Is that stupid?”

“No. Getting better is probably gonna be hard. But, it’s important. You’re, important.” A deep flush was creeping up Billy’s neck, but he was holding eye contact with Steve. “And I’ll be around for you. If you want.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I want you around.”

Billy brought their hands up to press a kiss to the back of Steve’s hand.

“Then I’ll be there.”

[poppyseedfics]

AHAHAAAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAASJDIEKQOWORKFKMXMSNENRJTJWIQOQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*crashing sounds*

*slams desk*

I AM FINANCIALLY RUINED

IT'S ALL HIS FAULT

GODDAMNIT I WASN'T READY YET HAPPYELE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE

This entire post is gonna be me talking/screaming about this MV, so feel free to skip it if you're not interested in that.

I promise this won't happen often, unless people enjoy it sjffjdjd

AIGHT THIS MV GODDAMNIT WHERE DO I START

I can't believe HappyEle would do this to me

YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE MY DEATH

WHY AM I A TRICKSTARP??????????

Also can we just appreciate this MV taking place IN THE SCHOOL??? Absolute kings right here, the true face of Yumenosaki

HEY BABEY BOY I LOVE YOU

AM I GLAD YOU'RE A 3 STAR AND NOT LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE

Even though it wouldn't have made sense anyways if he was a 4☆ during a Mao event, Makoto and Hokuto would be absolutely robbed skkdjdjs.

Trickstar try not to wink during this MV challenge

They wink at least 100 times in this MV, I don't know if I should be concerned about this...

Do their eyes hurt? Do they need help?

I love this part so freaking much, it's so pretty and the way their personal patterns are on the windows... hhhhhhhhh

They deserve the world

I know this is the whole theme of the MV, but the amount of time anyone does this is so much sjdjsjjejd

I stg they really love winking and their hand signs in this one

LOOK AT THEM THOUGH THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS???????

I love them so much

Might explode with how much love I'm feeling for them

"Please get Hokke away from me"

NO ACTUALLY WHAT IS THAT FACE

HE IS STARING DIRECTLY INTO MY SOUL

I love my boy

YES BOY TAKE THAT STAGE, YOU DESERVE IT

Honestly this song fits Mao perfectly

DOESN'T EXCUSE HIM BREAKING ME FINANCIALLY THOUGH?????

HOW ABOUT INSTEAD OF DOING THIS MV

YOU TAKE A DARN BREAK YOU PRECIOUS BOY

...

I hate Tumblr's image limit wth

Anyways that smile at the very end from Mao

He really is happy with how he FINANCIALLY DESTROYED ME

EITHER WAY, this MV is just *chef's kiss*. Mixed with nostalgia and class, Trickstar really showed they are the kings of Yumenosaki. Not only that but, I really loved the way they put together this MV??? It showed basically the entire school in 3D and man... that's really something. Also the song is just a banger, totally gonna have this on loop a lot, especially when the full version releases.

If you weren't tired of me yet and made it to the end, I hope you enjoyed this little thing of me suffering and being happy at the same time!

Please keep an eye out on the request that will be posted later today!!💕

I AM FINANCIALLY RUINED

[depths-of-your-soul]

Hiii! I saw that requests are open so how about artist S/O? Like the reader would be very bored in class and they just, doodle todoroki, bakugou, and tamaki from afar with little notes beside the doodles like "i can't do his hair wtf is this" "why is he so adorable" "stOP MOVING I CANT GET YOUR HANDS RIGHT" and then one day they just saw the little doodles? Idk the thought of it makes soft- unless you already did something similar then I'm stoopid dhxbhxhd.

#Artist!S/o who doodles them during class

Pairs: Katsuki bakugou x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader, Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Notes: I can personally relate with this s/o HAHAHA I always get annoyed whenever my subject moves around so much that it messes with the anatomy of the previous pose and I would ALWAYS get so irritated that I give up

A reminder that request is open y'all!! :D

Katsuki Bakugou

• Katsuki with his resting face is simply angelic

• You wouldn't think that such a person would cause such havoc around him

• And one of the few places where he has his guard down would be during class

• So naturally, you cry internally trying to draw his unnecessarily spikey hair because IT'S JUST ALL OVER THE PLACE  H E L P

• Where in the world does his hair even come from? It's just a bunch of spikes

• Does it hurt to touch? òmó

• Anyways, you just find his resting face so precious that before you knew it, you had 5 pages dedicated to just him

• And him alone

• Little did you know, Katsuki has been feeling your intense stares throughout the lessons

• 'What are you doing???'

• 'Stop staring at me stupid'

• Those were all in his head

• To be fair, you were being blatantly obvious

• So after class, he couldn't take it and went right to you with his iconic "ònó" face

• Swoopty Doodle Doo you have achieved "Bakuhoe fanclub prez"

• Seriously. That is embarrassing. Not for you but for him

• Everyone knows Katsuki has an 'above average' face (we all know he be hot)

• Expect curses and new found words to be thrown at you while everyone around hears of a daring fan who came out of the closet and presented their fanart to thy lord explosion murder

• It's not the drawings that made him embarrassed

• Oh no dear it's not

• It's the fact that YOU drew him when you could've just asked him in your free time at his dorm

• Truth be told, he might shout at you, but he never raises his fists against you when neither are sparring

• God please stop being oblivious

Shouto Todoroki

• Alright simps, let's get down to simping

• His face, oh so perfect

• Every nook and cranny, it's so beautiful that we cannot explain it in words

• His scar? Merely an addition to his hot and cool nickname

• Those red burns in contrast to his beautiful arctic coloured eyes tells a story that made him for who he is

• Such fine hair strands that flows oh so serene against the gentle breeze that flew great lengths to bless him with their cool element

• Okay I'll stop-

• Shouto is simply a living statue, it's in his genes

• He knows he doesn't look bad but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate compliments

• Drawing him will literally be a blessing in and of itself

• Such art should be loved by all forms

• Unlike Bakugou, he won't pretend to not feel your gazes

• He will make eye contact with you at some point and smile at you as a form of greeting

• HAVE YOU SEEN HIS SMILE

• Being so pretty is a sin

• After class, he would go up to you and ask what you are doing

• After you tell him and apologize, he will assure you that he doesn't mind and that he appreciates it

• He will however ask that you let him see it afterwards

• Of course, that is only because he wants to spend time with you

• This mochi is so cute I love him uwu

Tamaki Amajiki

• Don't lie to me

• I know you can see how cute and adorable he is

• His elven ear is his icon

• Your sketches have certain details that never fails to be missed - it's those blush at his ears and the way his mouth seem to always be pursed

• But then again, throughout your sketches, you would constantly go "OMAGAD STOO BEING SO CUTE I CANT HANDLE THIS CUTENESS OVERLOAD" and "Babey I love you but PLEASE stop moving"

• Those frustrations are worth it though, you know love it

• The way he stares off into space at times are the best times to sketch those details

• He may accidentally see you looking at him while he tries to glance at you from time to time

• But that doesn't really do anything except for the fact that his face will burn and he might cover his face out of embarrassment

• To be fair, you know you love seeing that side of him

• It just makes anyone go \(>w<)/

• Honestly, his movements are joy in and off itself

• This babey elf does enjoy the fact that you, too, glances at him

• Though he will admit, the attention does get a bit too much at times

• He won't go up to you after class though, he will instead hide in the comfort of Mirio's presence seeing as he might melt if you stare at him too much

• How did he find out you ask? Well, simple

• It's the cliche bumbparoo. But not with Tamaki oh no my dear not with this elven baby

• Mirio was too busy laughing and accidentally bumped into you... And voila you sketchbook went flying to the wall and opened at one of the countless pages of Tamaki

• Of course he saw, my dear. But... He may or may not have fainted from the affection

• Go talk to him! He may be shy, but he will be so glad that you even look at him

• I love this elf uwu

[sarenhale]

Tell me your ffxiv house snagging secrets? 🥺 life has been really shitty lately so I’ve been trying to get a house but have been having zero luck. I tried following advice I found online but I guess I’m doing it wrong. Love your blog, and love Aydee, precious little meow meow

Gonna put this under read more since it's a bit long.

Ok so I have no idea how experienced you are in ffxiv housing hunting, but first of all, you should totally be in these discords that give great and lenghty advice on how to camp plots without losing your mind/wasting your time: Sadu's (if you play on NA) Alisaie's (if you play on EU like me)

My tips are:

Only and always camp in prime time (prime time is the time window between 10 hours / 14 hours AFTER a plot goes up as available to grab. You can check when a plot came up in these two discords (depending on the world/DC you're on) as people regularly go check available plots and tell everyone when they became available. Then you make your own math and count to time the plot became available -> around 10h past to 14h, it's prime time, so time to camp that plot and smash that 'buy plot' button on the placard babey. ( Basically people have done statistics on the time plots unlock and people manage to snag 'em, and the statistics point to the 10 / 14 hours as the prime time of plots unlocking. (People way more intelligent and math savvy than me have done the maths on this, and I can personally say It Works. The numbers don't lie!!!) )

When you're camping, decide how long you're gonna stay and use your time to do this thing- set limits, and don't overdo it. If you're tired, just rest. A house isn't worth losing your mind and hands over. But if you're up for it, smash that button- in the end, the plot has more probability to go to the one that is costantly clicking. It's true it's random and luck- but costantly pressing the button is what makes the difference. When I got my personal plot, I was competing against other 5 people, but only one other person was clicking at that time (since I was observing everyone and watching if they were actively clicking), so that made my win much more probable

Use the numpad or a controller. Don't use your mouse, you're gonna get tired real quick, and your fingers are gonna start hurting after a couple of minutes. Use a controller instead, or the numpad on your keyboard. Much easier on your fingers and quicker too (both disc servers I linked have more detailed information on how to use your numpad and set up your controller)

Put on the 'busy' status, as some people are out for blood and will try to trade you costantly to prevent you clicking (and generally this way you avoid any harrassing tells you could get... unfortunately some people get real nasty over this shit)

Unfortunately there are a lot of people using third party clickers spammers programms. This is unavoidable. But if you see someone using one (a way of telling is if they're never moving, emoting, saying anything, and most of all, stay spam clicking for minutes/hours even after someone has got the plot or they themselves got it!), report it via the squenix support tab, on the squenix site or in game. (support-> contact us in game, report for cheating, third party softwares)

Put on a movie, podcast or call a friend on discord or something. Chances are you're gonna do this a lot and spend some time clicking and spamming, and god knows you will need the distraction. I personally put Safiya Nygaard's video on youtube because she makes me happy LOL

Your health comes first!! if you see you're getting in a bad mental place, your back/hands hurt too much, STOP. A virtual plot of land isn't worth screwing your health over

Related to the previous tip... take breaks!! While I was house hunting, I wasn't doing it every single day, that would've sucked so much and reduced me to the husk of a human being. I took some well deserved breaks, week long breaks, and then came back with more energy and determination when I was feeling less frustrated by the clicking and losing.

And finally... my experience isn't universal, I'm on a EU data center which is waaay less competitive than NA housing (and my world is also one of the less populated on my DC!) , so if you're on NA or a more populated world/DC, chances are your experience is going to be way different than mine. It sucks to hear, but it is easier to get a plot in less populated DCS and worlds, which is my case. I don't even wanna think about how getting an house on NA DCS is like. BUT! It isn't impossible! A lot of people get their plots daily on NA servers too, so if you really wanna do this, keep your chin up and keep trying, with regards to your health, of course. And then... GOOD LUCK!! I cast good luck on ya!!

[cringe-central]

Poly lost boys with a super naive/childish SO only eats dessert and wants to ride rides all night ~ love your blog 💛

A/N: im so sorry this took so long! I tried to make this a fic but I decided it worked a lot better as headcannons! I hope you like it! I actually had an idea for an s/o thats just babey™ so I added that as well.

You were excitable, innocent, naive, and adorable. You’re basically everything the boys aren’t.

But they loved that about you, you brought such a stark contrast to their dark and scary nature. You were the optimist to their nihilist.

The boys can’t remember what sunlight looks like but you were what reminded them of its warmth and light.  Sometimes the boys would miss the daylight, Dwayne in particular, but when you came along they didn't think about it anymore. As far as they were concerned, you were their sunshine.

You loved the boardwalk, the thrill of the rides, the stuffies, the food. That was where you met the boys originally and when you all became a thing, you were there nightly. Seeing the joy on your face nearly shocked their still hearts into beating again.

On one of your dates Dwayne and David had to cut you off from cotton candy after your third bag stating: “No sunshine, at this point your more candy than human.” even though you promised it would be your last one.

They of course made up for it by taking you to the games and trying to win you the stuffed alpaca you had your eye on that night, and when they couldn’t win it they stole it when the vendor wasn’t looking.

Marko or Paul are definitely the go-to when you want to ride the rides. At least twice a week you force them to go on every single one with you.

David and Dwayne often are the ones to reign you in, Dwayne just wants to see you safe and healthy and David enjoys the sense of control you give him.

The boys often make sexual comments, specifically Paul, and jokes that go over your head. The four are constantly on the fence about keeping you innocent and sweet verses completely wrecking you.

You never once think of the dangers that riding with them entails, all you can think of is how exciting it is to have them speed through the beaches. The boys adore the way you clutch onto them as you squeal with joy.

They know how pure you are hell: you sleep with the stuffed animals they give you, get upset when the boys can’t remember their names, you make them pinkie promise certain things, and you're obsessed with soft and sweet things. “You’ve got the fiercness of a fucking bunny rabbit.” which is something David has said on more than one occasion.

This makes them extremely protective of you. They know how dangerous Santa Carla can be, no one gets to you unless they want their blood drained through their skull.

When you get creeps or surf nazis trying to talk to you, it doesn’t register that they aren’t just being nice. This pisses the boys off and makes their bloodlust go haywire. 

On the bright side they don’t have to debate who will be tonight’s meal! As far as they’re concerned, anyone who gets too close to you has signed their own death warrant.

These boys adore you, you are absolutely precious to them. You are their baby and nobody hurts their baby.

[trashbaggage]

okay okay okay

the movie “enchanted”, but witcher-fied (sorry this got away from me a bit)

there’s a stereotypical medieval fantasyland where jaskier julian alfred pankratz is the prince of lettenhovia. he’s got the looks, voice, and affinity for attracting woodland animals of a disney princess. also, the tragic backstory: his parents died in a freak accident when he was young. but don’t worry, his creepy “uncle” stregobor took upon himself the burden of ruling in their stead, until julian grew up and became ready for the throne.

(basically, stregobitch is like rasputin, and had tricked and slimed his way into the crown’s good graces before, surprise surprise, killing off the king and queen. he left julian alive to take some of the heat off of him with that extra distraction of grieving child. alas, poor little princeling that he can play the benevolent guardian to.)

and things are gr8 for good ol streggy, julian seems more inclined to sing and wander than become bogged down with the responsibility of becoming king. everything’s comin up stregs.

and then, of course, there’s a prophecy about how julian will be his doom or whatev and he needs to get on that shit STAT like he’s never heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy before (to be fair, fantasyland doesn’t have ancient greek tragedies to learn from so rip stregosaurus). but before he can implement his sophisticated plan of julian dying in an “accident”, our dear jules wanders too far and falls down a magic well into the Real World.

and he’s like, sweet, look at all this stuff! this is great and - oh hello, very attractive man with silken white hair and eyes as golden as the dawn light falling gently upon newly blossomed lillies and thighs that can crush his head and his heart, what up. and geralt is very confused and frustrated and oddly and begrudgingly charmed by this loudly dressed and loudly singing idiot accosting him outta nowhere, but his daughter ciri seems to like him so i guess we can keep him for a night but if he pees on the rug he’s out.

cue fun family bonding, musical numbers, shenanigans, all that jazz; julian, now jaskier cuz new world new him babey,, exploring and learning and having the time of his life and trying to get this broody man to open up and show that kindness his scowl can’t quite hide.

aaaaand cut back to streginald throwing a fit that the prince has cleverly evaded his dastardly plans, he has underestimated him it seems, and he can’t just let this massive loose thread keep flappin in the breeze, so he sends yennefer to deal with him.

now, yennefer is streggo my eggo’s daughter in this, and he’s raised her to be his right hand woman, his evil apprentice, the (much smarter) kronk to his yzma, and she’s been promised power once her dad fully claims the throne, so ofc she gets right on tracking that crafty twunk down to kill him. in the process, she comes across roach, julian’s horse and bff talking animal companion, by the magic well, gathering up the fucks to go after her wayward idiot. a struggle ensues, and yen and roach both go through the portal.

so now we got the side plot of these two trying to find jaskier, yen to kill him and roach to huff reproachfully at him for getting into this mess and if anyone is gonna kill him she will for dragging her across realms (she does not like portals, okay, they feel weird) not some uppity witch. so they got their tomfoolery of yen almost killing an unaware jaskier but then roach foiling her plans. she also tries to kidnap ciri as bait for a trap, but she can’t hurt this kid she’s too precious, ow ow ow, why does her chest feel weird?? she’s actually starting to find the boundaries to her thirst for power and it kinda sucks and feels nice at the same time??? 0/10 do not recommend

during this, geralt’s quiet life is being upended by this weird dude and he’s never danced so much in his life and his child is conspiring against him to set him up with this clearly deranged but very nice and pretty man but he’s not staying ciri we have to get him back to .....wherever tf he came from i don’t even like him, what are you talking about,,,

it all comes to a head at the costume ball, where geralt and jaskier are dancing and making eyes at each other until roach bursts in and tries to charades her way into warning her idiot to run motherfucker but she can’t talk in this realm so ugh and geralt horsegirl rivia is just like omg ur best friend is a horse that’s so fucking cool i love you even more.

and then yen bursts in; she’s kinda struggling to fulfill her mission, cuz she’s been watching jaskier and geralt and they just seem like two idiots that couldn’t possibly threaten anything, let alone her father’s power grab. she’s also made frenemies with roach, she’s the only motherfucker who can handle her in this city. so she just tries to scare jaskier into never returning, which works pretty well because she is v v scary, and then stregobonkers comes strolling in like wtf why is this taking you so long just kill him!! and yen is like i’ve kind of grown this pesky con- 🤢 consci- 🤢, wait, just, give me a min,,,, conscience!! yeah, that’s the bitch! anyway, stop telling me what to do dad and stregobego drops a bomb and goes i always knew you had a weakness to you, just like your parents!

and it’s just,,

silent.

what? what do you - my parents?

and it turns out he saw the power she held and wanted it under his control, so he killed her parents (it’s like, his signature move at this point) and groomed her to be his obedient little weapon. and, understandably, yen is pissed off and hurt and goes to lash out at him, but he just smirks and clicks his fingers while muttering under his breath, and everything stops for yen a second time as her mind blanks.

sneaky streg had put in a fail safe, in case she ever got out of line, and the amulet he gave her “for protection and focus, you must never take it off” lights up and puts her under his command and she turns into a sickass dragon that starts tearing up the dance floor, literally, in her rampage to kill jaskier.

geralt and jaskier go oh shit and dodge for their lives and things are looking pretty dire, but then jaskier looks at the suits of armor set up for decoration and goes wait a minute and grabs a sword to toss at geralt and just goes cover me boo and aim for that amulet and if you miss we’ll probably all die so no pressure!! and just sprints out and distracts angry dragon!yen and geralt goes goddamnit jaskier and sneaks around until he can jump at her and do a completely improbable matrix leap to stab at the amulet, and because this is a romcom and i get to choose my coping mechanisms, he makes it and yen is free from streg egghead’s power and she turns to him, still a dragon, and smiles wide with all them sharp sharp teeth and he goes ohhhh shiiiit and tries to run, but jaskier very helpfully trips him up and goes eat up my lady and dragon yen does, with great relish.

in conclusion, everyone lives happily ever after except streggles. geralt gets over his baggage and professes his love for jaskier, jaskier goes i’m not that easy geralt there needs to be wooing! i deserve to be wooed!! before heavily making out with him in the next five seconds. jaskier gives yen his blessing to become queen of lettenhovia, because he never really wanted the job anyway and she deserves it after what she’s been through. she still comes back every sunday for brunch and to teach ciri how to fight (she’s mine now, i’ve adopted her so she needs to learn the fine art of pointy things geralt) and geralt, jaskier, and ciri take holidays to fantasyland and roach is free to roam wherever she wants and becomes an advisor to yen.

the end

(extra dramatic addendum: geralt finally brings jask home to meet his family; vesemir opens the door and geralt goes this is my boyfriend, jas- but vesemir cuts him off with a choked out pRiNcE JuLiAn?! and it turns out vesemir is also actually from fantasyland. he worked for julian’s parents; the prevalence of monsters had been steadily rising, and so they had the idea to create witchers to combat them. kaer morhen was created under their sanction and vesemir was a teacher there, but he became disenfranchised with every boy that didn’t make it through the trials. when the keep was attacked by fanatics against witchers, he smuggled out eskel, lambert, coen, and geralt, and hid them away. he looked at these traumatized kids and went well that won’t do, followed up on some rumors of a new world, had a mage friend alter the boys’ memories, and skedaddled for our world. very shocking reveal, angsty angst-ness as geralt and the others deal with repressed memories and the fact that jaskier’s parents were responsible for it all, y’know, all that good stuff)

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Episode 12 - The Little Mermaid

Let’s Talk About JSHK Anime #3

Warning: Manga spoilers for The Little Mermaid arc, The Clock Keeper arc, and chapter 64!!! (just a bit, skip point no. 5, 6, and 10 if you don’t want to get spoiled) Also … this ended up way longer than I intended.

Well that was one heck of a feels trip. It’s probably my new favorite episode, just because everyone is here being wholesome lmao.

This is mostly hananene meta I ain’t even gonna lie.

Before we begin, shout out to Black Canyon, our newest anime cutie pie. Just look at him, folks. Just chilling with his sunflower seed.

He has no idea the kind of life his owner leads.

I said before that the best part of episode 12 is how it made Daydream worse, so now I’m gonna ramble about it.

“Maybe different species can’t understand each other after all.”

“Maybe it would be better if I were an apparition too.”

This is my favorite part of the episode. And no, not in the sense that I want Nene to die just so that she and Hanako can be together. But because of how Lerche actually explored deeper what was said only once in the manga.

Well, both in the manga and anime Nene ended up accepting the mermaid’s blood because of her desire to be popular, but the anime decided to revisit what she said earlier in the episode.

Not only did that make her decision kinda less selfish, it’s also just … sad. Thinking that your friend, someone you really cared about, doesn’t trust you enough to tell you things about themselves, to the point where you’re willing to go to such lengths as turning into an apparition just to understand them.

And if you think about it, isn’t this part of her true wish? To have her feelings be reciprocated? Man I just realized that as I wrote this and I am mindblown.

She thought she finally got her wish with Hanako. I mean, he said it himself in the first ep (”You wanted someone, anyone, to return your feelings, right? And as far as you’re concerned, sharing a bond with someone is the same thing, right?”). So it must’ve hit her really hard when she thought he didn’t trust her. Especially with all the wrong ideas the fishes were feeding her mind.

Then we got this little flashback. At first I was like, “Girl, you really be thinking that he doesn’t care about you while recalling the moment he apologized to you and hugged you? Are you insane?”

But after some thinking of my own, it occurred to me. Maybe she was too used to having her feelings not reciprocated, she couldn’t believe it when someone finally did. Not to mention Hanako did kinda trick her with his fake confession a while back (heh, he’s not the only one with trust issues, eh?). And that just made the entire thing even sadder.

So when Nene said, “But I thought, if I were an apparition like you, I could get closer to you. Then, maybe I’d be able to understand you, Hanako-kun. Although I know I probably don’t mean anything to you.”

That was a harsh wake up call for Hanako.

(Btw even more full circle, Hanako brought up Nene’s wish to become human again in the first episode. Nice.)

So. We got one daikon girl who’s afraid of not having her feelings reciprocated, and one ghost boy who’s afraid that daikon girl wouldn’t be his friend anymore if she knew about his past.

While in actuality, said daikon girl already decided she wanted to and would be his friend no matter what, and ghost boy had grown to care about her more than he thought he would.

He heard what she said to Tsuchigomori. He knew all about regret, too.  I mean, honestly, I think if she had said no, he’d let her walk away right then and there, no questions asked. But she didn’t.

Nene’s wish finally came true here. And the best part? It wasn’t the work of magic or curses. Just Hanako finally shoving his fear aside, offering himself as he was, and letting her decide.

And she still chose to be with him.

Heh. Lemme just. Sob for a bit.

Is my hananene trash brain reading too much into this? Idk. Maybe.

So props to the production team for managing to add even more weight to this arc. Which, they had to, since it’s the season finale and all. But I love what they did!

Onto my commentaries!

1. The KouNene

Good shit. She was worried about him but he didn’t want her to worry so he just smiled it off? These two are precious. Thought they were gonna interact. Sadly not. Buuuut! (see point 12)

2. Hanako’s classroom visit

He. Is. So. Adorable. Someone please take his babey license away he’s too dangerous.

Hanako’s classroom visit is like my absolute favorite clingy Hanako moment, so I’m really happy I get to see it this season. Ugh. My kokoro. Hugging her from behind, that semi confession vibe … Smooth mf.

The Mokke brushing Nene’s hair!!! The radish hairdo tho lmao.

On a sidenote, as a history nerd I appreciate that they’re actually putting lessons in the background. And the teacher talked about Apollo 11 again??? While my boy was in the room? That ish both hurt and pleased me.

3. The Clock Keeper rumor drop

Heeeeeehhhhh? What’s thiiiiiissss?

4. This freaking thing

*flips table* Darn production team been knew I’m hananene trash how dare they do this to me.

And lookie here there’s Kodama chilling.

5. Fishies! (!!!manga spoiler for The Little Mermaid arc!!!)

Pufferfish didn’t die. Well, good for him. Also I can’t believe they just call the other fish ‘yeah yeah’ lmao what the freak. Has it always been like that in the manga?

6. AOI AND AKANE (!!!spoilers for chapter 64!!!)

I swear I did not intend this numbering coincidence.

*claps* Boi. Nene asking Aoi about cutting ties with someone she’s interested in? And then Akane just swooped in and say he’d rather cut his head off than cut ties with Aoi? What about getting impaled, huh, boy? Would that do?

The not-so-subtle call out to these two pairs’ parallel? BOI.

7. Nene and Yako

These two just chilling together having girl talk, and Yako let Nene pet her? That’s some adorable shit right there. Admit it Yako you like her.

Yako also be really hitting home with what she said. It was extra heavy coming from her, considering what happened to her and Misaki. Boiiiiii.

8. Tsuchigomori

Oh my God, his laughter. Just … oh my God.

Tsuchigomori in dad mode is always one of the highlights of the episode/chapter.

By the way, in this scene according to the sub, Nene asked Tsuchigomori who Tsukasa is. But she knew who he is already. Is it possible that the sub misinterpreted it? ‘Cause I think what she actually meant was, “What happened to him and Tsukasa-kun in the past?”

If someone who speaks Japanese could share their wisdom, please do!

9. The 5 pm bell and twilight

Look how pretty they are!!!

Lo and behold, another important hananene interaction while the 5 pm bell plays in the background. Also, twilight? Y’all giving me Kimi no Na wa flashbacks.

“Twilight, when it’s neither day or night. When the world blurs and one might encounter something not human.”

Huh … kinda fits the ‘boundary’ concept but it still hurt.

Anyway they still had Hanako tell her what she already knew. And I did say in my ‘Walking Blind’ post that it’d be redundant. But since the episode kinda emphasized Nene’s desire to understand Hanako, having him actually tell her himself, even though she already knew it, was a big deal. It’s not about what she knows, it’s about him opening up to her. So I’m super cool with it.

10. The Broadcasting Club (!!!spoilers for The Clock Keeper arc!!!)

I love how Natsuhiko and Sakura are actually decent people. When he told Mitsuba that he was free to choose to stay with them or not? That’s solid, man. Though, of course, Tsukasa might not be as kind.

Speaking of, I know it couldn’t be anything else, but I’m still not sure if Tsukasa’s drawing was confirmation for season 2. Don’t wanna get my hopes up. Imma just enjoy what I currently have.

Kinda curious, though. Because Clock Keeper wasn’t Tsukasa’s doing. Maybe he was the one who released Mirai? But tbh I’d prefer if it wasn’t so. Because having more cases of supernaturals going loco without it being one of Tsukasa’s games is interesting, and kinda underlines the need of The Seven Wonders to keep supernaturals in check.

11. Kodama just chilling

12. The Adventures of Minamoto and the Summer Vegetables

You go, Kou! I’m rooting for you oh my God you’re so precious.

And look at that ikemen smile! Him supporting Kou is just top notch sweet y’all I can’t-

Ngl this was the biggest surprise of the episode. Teru finding out that summer vegetables = Nene? Broooooo. Interesting. I don’t think this little addition warrants any changes to their future interaction, so it should be safe. Clever replacement, too, those veggies.

It’s so sweet that Nene delivered those veggies to Kou! Just imagine the Minamoto family having veggies for dinner. Awww.

(Also, Nene wrote her name in hiragana instead of kanji. Is that a reference to how bad Kou is with kanji? Lol, so sweet)

13. The Coda!!!

Look at him. Just look at him. Look how lovesick he is y’all I can’t-

THEY’RE SO ADORABLE.

All in all, I love this episode. Sorry for how long this post is. I’m just dealing with so many feels right now. Gaaahhhhh.