#He’s well over 300 and that has an affect lol

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[laf-outloud]

Hi,

Here is the European Anon (or Troll as I am called at the moment). I would like to clarify a few things. I am a fan. Of the show, of the characters, of the two J's. That's the reason why the info about the contract could hurt me so much in the first place. Because this time it affected me myself. I've worked with stars who showed up to work (con) drunk. Who spent more time on Grindr than signing autographs. Who treated their Händlers like crap, while up front they were the loving, attentive star. You learn two things quickly in the businees. The manager is always right, and the star is never the bad guy. We had two guests from an equally famous CW show. The managers had agreed to a duo shoot. The problem was that they hated each other. In the sense of, we had to separate the two spatially, because otherwise it would have come to fisticuffs. The managers of both parties tried everything to make the duo shoot possible somehow and while one star finally agreed to get it over with "professionally", the other remained stubborn. The end? The duo was canceled with the reason "unforeseen scheduling difficulties" Well, sounds familiar? (No it's not Vampire Diaries, Paul and Ian are really like brothers, lol).

What you also learn very quickly. The fans forgive everything and the star is perfect in their eyes. No matter whether stars were bad-tempered, bitchy or sometimes even downright unfriendly, the fans always found an excuse for them, or in the end made us organizers responsible for it. Well, we can live with that, as long as people still pay for their tickets. At the end of the day it is a business.

Why am I writing this? So far it has never really affected me. For me, most of them are just people like you and me and I could deal with most of the stars in a really friendly or business way. But I've been a fan of Supernatural since the beginning. And then such an info is no longer professional but hurts.

I want to make it very clear that no SPN star I have ever dealt with has been unprofessional or unfriendly. Even though Misha's manager is a terrible woman, he himself was always polite to us as employees. And even from colleagues who have worked with J2 so far, there has never been a negative word.

That is why I was so looking forward to working with them. To be able to experience this famous friendship directly.

I am not so high in the hirachie that I get to read a direct correspondence of the management. I also can't say which Con I work for without risking my job. I know it's easier to make me out to be a liar than to accept that I might be right. I realize that and I can even understand that.

I've been sitting on this information for weeks, but who am I going to tell? Who believes me? I've talked to two close friends about it who are also fans and they didn't believe it either.

The trigger was the first reports from Charlotte. I have friends who are on site and yes, probably their euphoria and two glasses of wine on my part made me write to two people. Patrick (TFW) and LOL Jackles . Who I have found through Tumblr several times to be relatively fair and interested in facts. But there was no response. I was honestly taken aback by this, because even if they won‘t believe me, why not share the info anyway? Or at least respond to it? If there is nothing to what I say, then it could be quickly invalidated or? Unless the two know exactly that I'm right and are afraid of when it comes out.

I have written to you days later. you can look it up. I read post that you and others wondered why jared and jensen only come to different cons. That's why I thought, okay I'll send it again. I found your explanation of not posting it understandable and at least you didn't immediately ignore it. Thanks for that. that's also why I'm replying exclusively to you.

Again, I understand if you don't believe me. After all, I didn't want to believe my boss either. I thought he was just not willing to pay the 300 K (And that's what they cost each).

But now exactly what he said happens.

If I am telling the untruth, then why is Jared actually appearing at the same promoters (Monopoy Events, Entertainment Events Etc) on a different date than Jensen and always including Gen? And look at the line up of the English cons and tell me that you could not have paid Jared‘s fee to run various duo shots! If I'm lying, why is Creation now releasing the second convention for 2024 with only Jensen as headliner but not with Jared? It can't be the money, because Creation takes the same amount for the tickets as usual. And schedule difficulties during an official strike ? Hardly. You can call me a troll, but I am a fan as well, I know that you want to believe until the end that everything is good. But I just think the fans have at least a right to hear the truth. And that is that Jared's management will get away from creation cons in the future and will favor cons that Jensen doesn't attend.

Thank you for writing in, again. I'm sorry that because of the multiple asks, you've been classified as a troll. I've been on Tumblr long enough that I've seen multiple copy/paste asks and they most often are a troll, but I can see your reasoning. (I will say that TFW2.0 is a fan of Jensen first, so anything that could put him in a negative light will be summarily dismissed.)

I decided to post this response since your original ask seems to have been seen by multiple other people despite not being posted and I'll allow people to make up their own minds about what they want to believe.

I will say that Jared's absence from the con in July could be due to other reasons, like his standard summer vacation or birthday stuff, and June could be because he anticipates that they might be filming Walker into the summer, depending on how long the strike lasts.

When it comes to doing cons with or without Jensen, I know my initial response was regarding Jared's mental health, but it could also be a strategic business decision. Jared may want to distance himself from SPN (and Jensen) to open up other acting/producing opportunities. It's not always advantageous to just be known as "one of those guys from SPN." He's said before that he enjoys producing and I'm sure he knows Walker isn't going to last forever. An actor/producer's career shouldn't be defined by one role. He may also be promoting Gen to help increase her profile if they plan on producing together in the future. I'm sure there are some who, if they believe it's true, will take it personally, but it really may just be a business decision.

Either way, thank you for sharing. And if there are people who agree/disagree and decide to write to me with their rebuttals, please remember to do so respectfully. I won't post anything with accusatory language, insults, or outright dismissals.

[pengweng-quack]

Being a Witch with Vampires

Carlisle Cullen x Witch!OC

Summary: Stella (A witch) and Carlisle (A vampire), and how they blossomed from roommates to friends(?) to partners

Chapter 5/7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Notes:

This was inspired by this fanfic on tumblr by lis-likes-fics titled "In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised"

This is also on Ao3 under the same title and same username too if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448940)

Posting is random lol, hope you guys enjoy this story

The end of Being a Witch with Vampires is nearing, thank you for all the support that you've given for this series, you are all appreciated beyond words! <3

Word Count: 2774 words

TW for this chapter: Blood mentions

Timeline: Breaking Dawn

Masterlist

“We’re home.” Carlisle announced, walking in the house with the other Cullens. Bella and Jacob shared one look at each other, realizing that they wouldn’t be able to hide it, especially with Edward’s abilities

“Where’s Stella?” Edward asked loudly. Bella and Jacob looked at each other, they knew that he knew her disappearance already

“She said she’ll be staying in our room.” Carlisle answered with confidence. And that broke Bella’s heart. This was what happened to Stella years ago, with her confidence high knowing she’ll be going home to someone, only for it to crumble.

“She’s not here.” Jasper said, looking at Carlisle and Stella’s room

“What do you know?” Edward asked Jacob, grabbing the collar of his shirt

“She had to leave.” Jacob answered, knowing he had no way out “Didn’t tell us anything.”

“I can’t see into Stella’s future anymore either.” Alice said, trying to do another vision but it causing just a headache

“She’s blocking her thoughts as well.” Edward added

Because of Stella's absence, the Cullens were even more stressed. Everyone understood, though, that Carlisle was the most affected of all. It felt like a payment for leaving her a while back, an overdue one, but still was a payment.

“Still nothing?” Carlisle quietly asked Alice as she shook her head no

The Cullens didn’t know what Stella’s reason of leaving was. But they hope that it was for a good cause. Carlisle continued reading on every scripture that he and Stella has collected over the years, distracting himself from Stella’s continuous absence.

~~

Stella has quickly made her way to her old home in Italy, the place where she lost her freedom and regained it at once. She walked up to the door and knocked, knowing that it was still Sam that owned the house.

“Who’s— Stella?” Sam asked, opening the door. It was obvious on his face that he was shocked seeing her again. Especially when it has been almost 300 years since they last saw each other

“Hi.” Stella greeted politely before he greeted her back with a hug, whispering his ‘I miss you’s’ to her

“Are you—

“Sam, no.” Stella called at once as she enters the place that she once called home, it was left the same as how it was when she left. She remembered that night like the palm of her hand. How could she forget anyways?

It was the place where Carlisle has saved her from her initial fate.

“Right.” Sam realized, a disappointed smile on his face

Stella immediately rushed to the library, scanning through books that could possibly help with Bella. She had one glimpse of a book that discussed about how witches affected vampires, so she decided to grab that and put it in a separate stack away from the books that could help Bella’s case.

“Why are you back?” Sam asked, resting on the doorframe and watching her grab piles and piles of books from the library

“I needed the library.” Stella answered immediately, using her magic to grab any book that mentioned a human-vampire relationship

“I thought…never mind.” Sam started before shutting his mouth

Stella decided to have a chat with Sam once and for all. For the proper closure he needed. It was wrong of her to leave him in the middle of the night all those decades ago, but she wanted to be selfish of her own happiness. Choose what she knows will make her happy with her life.

And that was with Carlisle.

“Sam.” Stella called, he immediately looked at her

“I owe you an apology.” She continued, going closer to him and facing him

“Can I ask you a question?” Sam asked, Stella nodded immediately “Does the vampire treat you right? Are you happy with him?”

“The happiest I know I will be.” Stella answered earnestly, remembering Carlisle and his ways of making her happy

“Then I’m happy.” Sam said, a genuine smile on his face, grabbing her hand and squeezing it softly “No need to apologize for choosing your happiness.”

“I’m sorry.” Stella repeated “You didn’t deserve to be left like that. I really just wanted the freedom that Carlisle offered to me.”

“I know.” He simply responded

“I used the guidance, asking if there were any chance that you will come back. The guidance told me no, it told me that you were destined for more than what a simple witch life will offer to you. That was the reason why you were made the strongest among us all.” Sam explained, making Stella look at him

“You used the guidance?” Stella asked, Sam nodded immediately

“It was tough learning it, and scary.” He added to his answer

“I’ve only asked the guidance for two things: if there were any chance that you will come back, and if I had a chance of getting my own happiness. Greatly weakened me, those two.” Sam continued, scoffing lightly at himself “I couldn’t use any type of magic for a while after doing it.”

It was a huge realization on what she needed to do, a branch of magic she never wanted to study. But, her family needs this. Her family needs her to be brave.

For her family.

“Mind if you teach me?”

~~

Stella landed in front of the Cullens after leaving for over a week. She was anxious in seeing them again but she knew that what she did was for a good cause. Walking up to the door, she knocked on it, waiting for someone to open it.

“Stella, you’re back.” Jacob said, opening the door and letting her in

“I got some reading on Bella’s case.” She announced, entering the house

Carlisle’s head popped up from the kitchen, and was about to ask Jacob on who was on the door. His face showed shock with Stella being back, he didn’t know how to properly react. But she knew something about Bella’s case, he would be damned if he doesn’t welcome her back

Not that he could even think of shunning her away.

“What is it?” Jacob asked

“Blood. Bella needs blood.” Stella answered before Carlisle fully walked near them

“What do you mean?” Carlisle asked

“The baby in Bella is taking a lot of Bella’s blood, she needs to get blood from another source.” Stella explained immediately, grabbing her bag and pulling a blood bag

“Your blood.” Carlisle said once he’s had a scent of the blood. Stella saw how Carlisle closed his eyes and turned his head away, trying to stop the scent of her blood from influencing his next decisions

“It’s not gonna do anything to her, blood’s too old for that. I decided to try it out with my own blood first, seeing as me and Bella had the same blood type too.” Stella explained, grabbing a bottle with a straw and dripping the blood in it “A witch’s blood is sweeter than human blood. She needs to get used to the blood’s feeling first before switching to a human blood.”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Jacob said, moving further away from the two

“I suggest you get used to this.” Stella said, before walking fast to where Bella was, Carlisle trailing behind her

“Stella, you’re back.” Bella weakly called, trying to plaster a smile

“Oh dear.” Stella said, seeing Bella’s case “You look—

“Like I’m gonna die, I know.” Bella continued for her, a sad smile on her face

“Take this.” Stella ordered softly, sitting next to her and offering a straw “It’s a witch’s blood.”

“Her blood, in particular.” Carlisle added, kind of assuring Bella

Bella drank from the straw. It was a horrifying sight, but she was willing to go to any length to keep Bella alive. Even breaking the pledge that she made to herself

She eventually began to drink more, slowly finishing the entire glass. The sight astounded Carlisle, Bella appeared to be in better health than before, and he felt that things would be easier now that Stella had returned with newfound knowledge. After all, she is his clever and confident witch.

“Stella?” Edward asked, entering the house just after a hunt. Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett behind him with curious and shocked looks on their faces

“Bella needs to get blood from another source. The baby in her is taking all the blood that she could have.” Carlisle explained to them “Stella found it from her readings.”

“What she’s drinking now is my blood but left out in the open for a few days, if you’re confused with the scent.” Stella explained to them “A witch’s blood is sweeter than a human blood. What we’re just gonna do is to get her used to the texture of the blood before switching to a human blood.”

“How many bags of your blood do you still have?” Carlisle asked Stella

“I have three more.” Stella answered calmly

“So, are we not gonna talk about how Stella just left and came back like it was nothing?” Rosalie asked. Stella stared at Rosalie and realized that her quick departure had betrayed her the most, but she had no choice. She had to do everything she could to help Bella, especially because Carlisle was just as uninformed as the rest of them.

“I had to return to Italy, where I had left most of my books, and I wanted to know whether any of them mentioned a vampire-human kid and how the mother can survive.” Stella explained to them “I’m sorry for leaving without some sort of goodbye, but I know you all will not let me go if I tell you that I’m leaving for Italy.”

She went in front of Rosalie and opened her arms for a hug. Rosalie quickly rushed in for the hug, missing the mother figure that she’s had ever since her transition to vampire. The others joined in the hug, all mentioning their wishes that she doesn’t do something like that ever again.

Carlisle learned from too many late-night chats with Stella that she never wanted to return to Italy since the only nice thing that came out of it was him. He felt something stir in him when Stella decided to take lead in this moment where he had little knowledge.

Suddenly, them being together made perfect sense.

~~

“Stella, help!” Edward called in distress. Stella rushed in, seeing Bella be the most fragile thing there is in the room

“Have you injected the syringe?” Stella asked and he quickly nodded

“Where’s Carlisle?” She asked again, watching as Edward starts doing chest compressions on her

“Outside, they’re fighting off the wolves.” He answered, biting all skin available in hopes that she had just enough time for her transition from man to vampire

Stella rushed out, seeing her family fight off wolves, she pushed one away from Alice with her magic before hearing the shapeshifter’s thoughts

‘The witch is mine’ one wolf ordered to the others, before a pure black wolf attacked her, pulling her by her shoulders

“No!” She heard Carlisle yelled, quickly punching the wolf attacking him and rushing to where she was. Seth attacked the black wolf, helping Stella get composure and tie the black wolf with red ropes from her magic.

Carlisle pulled Stella near him, not wanting to be separated from her. They moved to be near the house, doing everything in their power to fend off the wolves against Bella.

They were outnumbered. Stella looked at Carlisle, hoping that this wouldn’t be their end. If they were attacking this aggressively, it meant one thing.

Bella was dead.

Stella being distracted from Bella’s death had gotten her to be dragged away by a wolf, throwing her into the depths of the forest, hitting her back into one of the trees. She winced in pain but decided to stand up and fight from behind. She started flicking her hands, throwing the wolves just as they had thrown her.

One attacked behind her, pushing her to the front of the vampires, she was sure that something in her was bleeding. Carlisle helped her up, she was wincing from the pain. Jacob was in front in his wolf form, he was intimidating the wolves.

“Jacob imprinted. They can’t hurt her.” Edward announced to everyone

“Whoever a wolf imprints on can’t be harmed.” He continued, a look of relief on his face “It’s their most absolute law.”

~~

“Da columbam albam si spes nulla est (give the white dove if there is no hope).” Stella chanted over a small white candle

“Duce, mea numina (give me guidance, my gods).” Stella prayed again, closing her eyes and murmuring the same two spells two more times before blowing the candle out

“Your forbidden spells.” Carlisle said, hearing her chant in Latin

“Carlisle.” Stella called in shock. She had planned to hide it from him for as long as possible.

“Since when?” Carlisle asked, sitting next to her

“When I left, I knew that I had to learn it. For Bella.” Stella explained

“But you said before that you feared using that in fear of using the guidance instead of accepting the consequences.” Carlisle said

“And let her die?” Stella asked “I know my limitations. And I know that you’ll help me with controlling my desire too.”

“When I came back to Italy, Sam was still there.” Stella started, getting Carlisle’s full attention. He moved to sit next to her, scared that this will be one of the last moments that he’ll be with her

“What happened?” Carlisle asked. He was scared to hear whatever was gonna be her answer, because it could lead into him losing his mate

“He went and hugged me, thinking that I was coming back for him.” Stella said lowly “I told him that it wasn’t my purpose there.”

“What happened next?” Carlisle asked

“When I went home, I did some reading. Not just on Bella’s case. But also, on witches’ mates.” Stella answered

“If a vampire were to offer themselves to a witch, a witch could go and deny them. But not because of not wanting them like I have been taught all my life.” Stella explained to Carlisle

“What is it then?” Carlisle asked

“If a witch does accept the vampire’s offer, the witch and a vampire will then be bonded. Your pain becomes my pain and my pain becomes your pain.” She continued; Carlisle was still not understanding what was the meaning of what she was saying

“If anything happens to you, it will only be a short matter of time until something fatal happens to me.” She explained “The reason why witches deny the vampires is because they know that vampires are easy to kill. No witch is strong enough to accept that their life will end after their mate dies.”

“Do you think that it’s a big deal?” Carlisle asked quietly

“I want you to live after my death.” Stella answered, the thought of Carlisle dying when she dies haunting her. Her accepting his offer to be his mate would be a life sentence for him

“Do…do you think that I’ll be able to live a life without you in it?” Carlisle asked quietly as Stella wept from the possibilities of her death causing an end to his as well

“I cannot ask you to do that for me.” She murmured “They will need you; you know that.”

“I need you.” Carlisle said almost immediately “I need you to know just how much I’m willing to be yours.”

Carlisle softly grabbed Stella face, wiping all of the tear marks off her face. Before pulling her for a soft kiss. Stella wasn’t a master with words, but the emotions that Carlisle felt during their kiss made him understand just how much she needed him too.

Carlisle understood now, that if he were to offer Stella to be his mate, that she would accept wholeheartedly.

He wanted it done soon.

No

He wanted it done now.

“I’m yours, mi amor. All yours.” Carlisle softly announced to her

“You own all of me. Even before you had the thought of loving me.” Carlisle continued, rubbing his nose against Stella’s nose

“I’m all yours to love. All yours to live with. All yours to be with for an eternity. I’m all yours.”

Carlisle pulled her for another kiss, but this time it was softer. And calmer, but so, so filled with love.

It was right when they say that they’ve waited far too long for this.

“I love you.” Stella whispered as she pulled away from the kiss

“I love you more.” Carlisle answered back immediately, cupping her cheeks as he plants kisses all over her face

[pangtasias-atelier]

Request are open eh? Then I wanna request something with Mauvier, This knight in shining armor has stolen my heart and I wanna see him get beeg~ (Could also include Vander too as that old butler knight also stole my heart too)

Hope you like how it came out! Cause definitely struggled on like just the idea lol but came to like it. Also I definitely enjoy Vander to take some old knight as well~

Warning: This is a fetish story!

The starry night sky rests above the Somniel’s residents’ heads. The serene night sky illuminates the scant few that remain awake in the dead of the night, most of the others already tucked in for another day’s peaceful rest with the waning moon to watch over them.

Mauvier currently passes the night in solitude. He patrols the impenetrable Somniel like all the others when their shift unfortunately occurs. Unlike the others, Mauvier’s patrol comes with zero comments or remarks. Already ingrained with all the characteristics of a true knight, the patrol is nothing more than a formality when it comes to Mauvier with the task something each and every single member of the army must do. All of Mauvier’s armor is stripped off; he wears his much more comfortable attire with no fear or worry of enemies. The consistent, light thud that sounds out with each heavy footstep is the only noise he makes in what would otherwise be complete silence from the tall man. His lance safely secured to his back, the royal knight instead has his staff drawn. The carvings and engraving that surround the gem are jagged, the usually soft designs of staves completely forgone on the strange equipment. The staff had been unrecognizable to any of the other staff users in the army, including Mauvier who had been the one to find it. And so, with the comfort of the relative darkness at his back, the few embers from the few lit torches flickering in the periphery of his eyes, Mauvier uses the the calming silence to aid his research. 

The fruits of Mauvier’s research is apparent on his body. Muavier not wearing his armor indeed comes from a lack of enemies. But it also comes from the knight being too portly to wear it anymore. 

Mauvier’s clothes are stretched out by the extra padding on his figure. The most affected by his sudden weight gain is his lower half. Weighing past 300 pounds—not that Mauvier has weighed himself or even been able to for that matter—the extra weight on his figure places him right past being pudgy or even fat, and right into being obese; even with his tall stature, the plush weight that frames his figure shows off the extra amount of fat that’s been added to his body in such a short amount of time.

Mauvier’s pants are stretched out by his girthy thighs. The steel heather gray fabric of his pants outlines the doughy curves of his legs. Mauvier’s thighs almost twice as thick as they used to be, the stretchy material holds on the best that it can; small tears that continuously grow with each step he takes and further stretches the fabric litter the sides of his pants. The front of his pants also have a few rips, his flab jutting out to freedom in between the torn holes and caught and squished by the strips of fabric that try to still hold his pants together. His fattened rear stretches out his pants far more than his pants however. The two flabby domes that make up his ass have completely torn through his pants, the fabric torn by a long rip that runs down the very center of his two round, flabby cheeks. The lower flaps of fabric that make up his vest no longer past his rear. They rest on the very upper curves of his ass now. His visible boxers somehow manage to fare better than his pants; though the fabric is stretched as thin as possible, the fabric even appearing a bit sheer now. Mauvier’s pants are unbuttoned. His belt is also undone, the lather strip of fabric taken off a while back. Mauvier’s stomach has a sizable paunch. The ball of belly fat drapes out in front of him, the slightly tanned belly exposed with the lower half peeking out of his vest. His chest also presses against the outer edges of his vest, though they remain properly dressed by the tunic that covers them—albeit straining to do so. His tunic is no longer as closely tied as before, the flab from his collar bone, multiple chins, and the rest of himself making the high neckline much lower and exposing a bit more of his skin.

Walking around, Mauvier raises his staff. He channels the latent energy stored inside the orb; the bundles of magic embrace his body as the staff is slowly cast, trickles of bright energy slowly swirling around above Mauvier before accelerating and crashing into his body with the force of nothing more than the slightest gust of wind. The staff looks exactly the same as Mauvier inspects it, his experiment giving the exact same result.

His waistline suffers from the failure, his entire body widening with some extra pounds that rounds out his body some more. The tear running down his ass audibly tears further down as they expand. He adjusts his thighs as he needs to widen his stance to accommodate his extra girth. 

Fixing his clothes to still try and cover him the best that he can, Mauvier only resulting in causing a few more tears, he turns around as he hears a couch sound out behind him. 

“I hope I am not interrupting something,” Vander stands in front of Mauvier. He keeps his usual cool demeanor despite how much Mauvier’s flabby body jiggles from just turning around. 

“Sir Vander, I apologize for my current state,” Mauvier adjusts his clothes once more. “I found this staff and since none in the army recognize it, I figured that I should figure out its effect,”

Vander gets a good eyeful of Mauvier’s bloated stomach as he looks down at the effects. “I see… In any case, I’m sure you’ve figured out that a staff that came from the corrupted can mean nothing good and figured out how to dispose of it,” Vander glares at the staff and the portly arm with torn sleeves that carries it. “We’ve both seen what it is meant to do,”

“With all due respect, I’m sure that this kind of effect isn’t the only reason for such a staff to exist. I can feel the magic. How it reacts as I draw it and comes close to completing its spell,” Mauvier ignores the way his stomach rumbles from hunger. “I’m sure I’m not casting it correctly. There must be more to this,”

Vander’s eyes soften for a moment but he pulls himself together at the obese Mauvier that now comes close to pushing 400 pounds in front of him. “I respect your dedication to making amends, but perhaps you could take a rest? Or wait to ask another for their assistance? I unfortunately know little when it comes to casting tomes or staves,”

For his part, Mauvier does glance down at the staff in his hands. He stares at it, the purple iridescent orb glimmering underneath the twinkling stars high above them. “I have one last idea. If that fails, then I will put this idea to rest for the moment,”

“I will allow it,” Vander stands back. He watches the stalwart knight but refuses to interfere any further. With his arms crossed, he waits expectantly.

Mauvier already begins casting the spell. “Thank you,” With closed eyes, he grips the staff with both hands. His pudgy fingers hold it tightly. He channels the staff just like all the other times. Magic beginning to materialize in the orb, Mauiver’s concentration only deepens. He puts all his magical energy into one, singular cast—the staff dropped by the corrupted, the item most likely requiring everything from its wielder much like how the Fell Dragon’s followers demand. Mauvier keeps his concentration, not even losing focus for a fraction of a section.

Vander still watching, his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. The aura hanging above Mauvier’s head can hardly be compared to his previous attempt. He keeps his distance but still remains near in case of emergency. Though he has complete faith in Mauvier.

And then the staff breaks, shattered pieces of crystal crumbling to the grass while the magic explodes above them.

Vander opens his eyes. Able to close them in time and cover his face with his arm, he slowly blinks to test his vision, the foggy, faint outlines in his eyesight slowly becoming more defined with each attempt. His clothes also seem to tighten. Glancing down at himself, Vander finds himself growing. Despite being so far away, the spell takes effect on the older knight. He receives an even larger effect than Mauvier’s previous incantations. Vander’s expertly sewed attire immediately begins to strain underneath his new bulk. Vander’s stomach quickly bloats out in front of him. His abs promptly fade away underneath a thick, widening layer of flab. His buttons slowly grow taut as his stomach continues to grow, a small bit of pudge turning into a squishable if little paunch that soon becomes a pile of flab for a gut. His gut still has some shape to it from being so far away from the spell along with Vander’s muscles still remaining underneath the extra flab. The buttons to his vest eventually pop from Vander’s blubbery gut. The dress shirt underneath manages to keep some buttons, on;y a couple lying on the floor with the fabric bunched up and rising up his belly to expose his happy trail. His chest suffers the same issue; Vander’s broad pecs lose some of their former definition but increase in width as flab begins to coat his meaty chest. Vander’s pecs turn into soft yet firm breasts, the two large breasts showing off both his newfound plushness alongside his usual firm strength he still has. The buttons on his dress shirt have completely torn off from his chest, the fabric forcibly ripped open to show off the chest hair that dusts his body. Vander’s biceps look even larger from the extra fat that rests atop his muscles. The two large arms have torn through the tight sleeves, bits of fabric ripped through by arms too big to be contained. His arms have flab sagging from them as he tries to adjust himself. Vander’s pants are snug on him. His lower half not receiving the same endowment as his upper half, the two meaty thighs still show off the extra weight he’s gained. His thick legs strain against the taut material of his pants. The waistband struggles from his widened waist. Vander tries his best to hold onto his belt but the growing pressure that only increases as he gets fatter forces him to unbuckle it before getting too fat to loosen it. The button to his pants thankfully manages to hold on. His ass stretches out his pants, the waistband slowly lowering as his ass grows larger.

Glancing down at himself, Vander can’t help but let out a small sigh. Comparable to how Mauvier was, he holds that thought as he remembers him. Turning his focus, he finds himself looking rather small next to the bloated figure that is Mauvier now.

Already obese before, Mauvier’s currently engorged size makes his former figure seem like a lean athlete’s. Mauvier is an absolute butterball of lard now. His weight is nearly doubled now by the miscast spell. Mauvier somehow still stands despite the amount of weight that swathes his corpulent figure. His ankles are swollen from the amount of weight that engorges them, the bloated, blubbery discs of lard combining with his thick ankle fat to droop down all around his feet and slightly cover them. His thighs are two columns of flab that stick out heavily on both sides of them, the two overladen limbs splayed out to give them some space, not that they get much, the inner rivulets of lard that make up his inner thighs crammed together. Mauvier’s pants are torn scraps, the shreds of fabric litter the floor around him, some shreds also gathered and stuck in between his folds of fat. His obese, rotund body manages to cover up his crotch with his gut sagging almost all the way down to his knees that have bundles of flab from his thighs sag onto the fattened, less flexible limbs. With no pants or boxers to clothe him, Mauvier’s ass is exposed in all its grandeur; the large rounded mass of fat that is his rear sticks out behind Mauvier. It wobbles with each deep, heavy breath he takes with drooping eyes at his size. The large chair cheeks are comparable to Vander’s gut in sheer size alone, each buttock large enough to struggle to be contained within one chair each. Mauiver’s gut is still respectable in its size, the large blubbery mass of fat needing more than a pair of hands to properly appreciate its size and heft now. His chest rivals the size of his own head. The two soft, malleable breasts sag down to rest atop his large gut, his swollen areolas engorged as well from the extra fat all over his body. Fat that Mauvier can’t properly look at, his tire for a neck blocking him from looking down along with his multiple bundles of fat that are his chins now. Even moving his arms are a chore at Mauvier’s size now, the motion looks far more deliberate as he swings each ponderous bicep that struggles to move with the lard that swathes his bicep and even his forearm, the two severely reducing the mobility in his elbows and wrists as they sag onto the limbs. 

“Hah…” Mauvier takes deep breaths. All his energy is now gone, reduced both from the magic he spent and from the strength required to keep himself standing. He looks down at the sound of a pair of approaching footsteps.

“Well then,” Vander’s gut presses into Mauvier’s own as he stands in front of him. A slight look of disappointment reaches his eyes but the older knight says nothing to show it. “With that experiment done, let me get you back to your room before anyone sees us,”

Mauvier goes to speak but finds himself unable to muster up any words. Only a few small grunts and moans escape his lips. His gut does the rest of the work for him, his stomach rumbling. Both the men ignore it however. They also ignore the way their love handles smoosh into each other and how their engorged arms squish as Vander helps Mauvier walk back to his room. 

“Good night Mauvier. I hope the other healers can find a cure for this tomorrow at the very least,” With nothing more than a small sigh, Vander heads off after closing the door. 

All Mauvier does is groan as he sits in bed. Unable to focus on anything besides his own gut, he holds back some noise while attempting to stand back up. “Need food,,,” The staff working its magic, the poor obese knight waddles to the Cafe Terrace to satisfy his cravings, completely unwilling to think about solving or reducing his weight.

[thetomorrowshow]

every hand’s a winner

trust au masterlist - previous

I COME BEARING FLUFF.

also a little note: due to personal reasons, i will be stepping away from social media for an unforeseeable amount of time. because of this, fics/updates will be posted once a month on the second tuesday either until i get back or until they run out. for january expect some esh au, and the next part of hubris in february :) additionally, my queue will be posting every other day either until i get back or until my queue runs dry (unlikely, as there are close to 300 posts in it lol).

forget all that, though!!! bc i have some people being happy for you!

cw: blood and injuries

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Scott goes home that very evening, like most of the other emperors—bar Jimmy, who is slated to stay overnight in the infirmary. They’d tried to keep Scott as well, fussing over his bloody nose and torn skin, but he’d promised to check in with the Rivendell healers at home to make sure time in the Void of the End won’t seriously affect him.

For once in his life, Scott willingly goes to the Rivendell infirmary, leaving with a couple of bandages and instructions to write down any strange symptoms.

The thing is, nobody has ever fallen into the Void before—let alone the one in the End—so there’s no way of knowing what might happen further down the road. Scott’s an anomaly of sorts, and it looks like he’s now the subject of a medical study.

He hasn’t noticed anything apart from a slight lingering dizziness, so he writes that down, feeling somewhat stupid about it being the only symptom he has to report, especially when that could be caused by a myriad of other things. It’s not like he’s never been dizzy before. He practically didn’t stop being dizzy back before he figured out how to sleep.

That night, he luckily doesn’t have to deal with his insomnia—he’s up until the sun rises meeting with various advisory groups: working out the best way to lock down Rivendell whilst still keeping trade routes open, mobilizing the layman army, and deciding how to go forward with various declarations of support for other empires. Within the night, four different ambassadors turn up to arrange an alliance, and Scott knows that his fellow emperors are awake dealing with the same things.

He doesn’t get a moment alone until well into the next day, after he has to send out a formal announcement that his and the Codfather’s betrothal is postponed until after the war (if Jimmy still wants such a relationship, of course). He can tell that many of his advisors don’t necessarily agree with this decision, but they recognize the direness of the situation (and Ilphas, Aeor bless them, defends Scott’s choice with a fervor), and allow the postponement to occur.

It’s past four in the afternoon before he finally has a moment to relax, kicking off his boots and bathing before changing from the travel clothes that he’s been wearing for almost two days straight into something clean. The sight of Jimmy’s robes in the closet next to his almost makes him cry for some reason, but he pushes past them to the back to dig out a pair of hose and a skirt, tucking an embroidered but comfortable tunic into them.

He can’t sleep.

Several months have passed since the torture of fWhip’s basement, his wounds entirely healed, but he can’t quite convince himself he’s safe to sleep alone. He really thought he’d be over it by now.

It’s no use trying, of course—after so many long hours, he doesn’t want to risk a panic attack. Instead, Scott lies in bed and just breathes, trying not to think about all the war preparations that he’s just spent hours making.

He also tries not to think about Jimmy.

That’s a whole other issue to deal with.

For a couple of minutes, he’s able to lie there in peace, shutting down any thought as soon as it breaches his mind.

Then his bedroom door opens.

Scott sits up, ready to reprimand whatever servant is entering—he’s in his private quarters, he could be without his veil—but he’s not meant to have a veil anymore, is he—

It doesn’t matter anyways, because it isn’t a servant at the door.

It’s Jimmy.

“Hey,” Jimmy waves awkwardly, slipping in and shutting the door behind him. “How—how’re you?”

Jimmy looks terrible.

Well, he looks beautiful, as per usual, but his fall through the Void has certainly taken its toll. There are bags under his eyes, his hair greasy and limp, and he walks with an unsteadiness that tells Scott he’s been experiencing the same dizziness. Most notably, his face isn’t bandaged anymore.

It had been hard to see in the End, when Jimmy’s face was pretty fairly just a mess of blood, and impossible to see when there had been bandages plastered on half his face, but it’s clear now that Jimmy’s lost almost all of the scales on his face.

They had run in patches up from his throat to the line of his jaw on both sides, some speckling across his cheeks and a handful clustered around both his mouth and eyes. Scott had always found them gorgeous, little sparkling jewels on his face that truly brought out the flecks of green in his eyes. Now there’s maybe three around his eyes, ten total over the entirety of his face. In place of all the missing scales is torn skin and scabs, blood shining on his jaw from where the scabs have split.

Scott feels a little sick looking at it. Jimmy’s throat is still wrapped in bandages, and he can see some tied around his hands, so he can only guess at how many are missing across the entirety of his body.

He’s not sure why the dressings are gone from his face, but those wounds look ripe for infection. They shouldn’t just be out in the open.

“Jimmy, where have your bandages gone?” he asks instead of replying, swinging out of bed. “You need new ones, come here.”

Jimmy follows him into the washroom that leads off from what was once their joint sitting room, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his sleeves. “They made me take them off at the door,” he explains. “To make sure it’s me, and all. It looks pretty gross, I know.”

“No, it’s not—it’s—I don’t want them getting infected, is all it is,” Scott says absentmindedly, digging through his healing chest for the proper materials. He finds a basket of bandages and a roll of gauze, which he removes and sets to the side. His hands pauses over a regen potion, glancing uncertainly at Jimmy.

Jimmy shakes his head. “No potions, doctor’s orders,” he says. “They’re afraid it won’t . . . grow back right. It’s a wait-and-see thing at the minute.”

Scott passes over the regen and the health potions, landing instead on some disinfectant ointment. He closes the chest and gestures for Jimmy to sit on it, turns away to wash his hands before twisting open the ointment.

Jimmy doesn’t sit still as he applies it, jiggling his knee and wincing and pulling back every time Scott touches him. His injuries must really hurt, then—Scott’s being as gentle as he can, barely touching his cheeks as he rubs the ointment in.

“Sorry,” he murmurs when he cleans a particularly ugly patch and Jimmy actually cries out a bit. Jimmy shakes his head, face twisted into a lopsided grimace.

“It’s fine,” he grits out. “Thanks.”

Well, it’s not as if Scott was going to let Jimmy patch himself up. He’s not sure what he’s getting thanked for.

He finishes up quickly and efficiently, hesitating at his mouth and eyes. The bandages are too blocky to work with the curves there, so he tears one up and uses the pieces to line any awkward spots.

Jimmy really doesn’t look any better once he’s done, covered in so many bits and pieces of bandages that barely any skin is showing. He forces a smile anyhow, shows Jimmy his reflection in the mirror.

Jimmy stares at himself for a long moment. “I’d laugh if I could move my mouth that much,” he comments, and the smile on Scott’s lips becomes just a bit more real. He’s making jokes. That’s got to be good.

Then Jimmy takes one of his hands, and Scott’s heart skips a beat.

“What’s this?”

Scott follows his gaze down to his hands—Scott’s knuckles have similar bandages wrapped around them.

“Same as you,” he says, flexing his wrists. “I escaped with just losing a bit of skin, fortunately.”

Jimmy nods. “Right. Scales—on a fish, perfect protection. Bit weak when you combine it with normal skin. It—it makes sense.”

“And you were in there for longer,” Scott adds. Jimmy shrugs, looking away and down. Every which way, except for back at him.

Scott leads the way back into the sitting room, gestures for Jimmy to take a seat on the sofa (it’s his favorite spot, Scott knows, the velvet of that left cushion still brushed back weird from when he’d been sitting there last). Scott almost sits in his preferred armchair, but makes a last-minute decision to sit beside Jimmy on the sofa.

They’re quiet for a moment, and it isn’t a gentle quiet, nor a comfortable one. It’s awkward, filled with tension, and Scott’s certain they keep looking at each other but never managing to catch one another’s eyes.

He’s got to say something, but all he can think about is Jimmy’s exhausted eyes, love confessions falling from bloodstained lips, impulsive kisses and a slippery grasp on his lover’s bleeding face.

He has to say something.

But Jimmy speaks first.

“I really like you,” Jimmy says, looking away, and Scott takes the moment to gaze at him, truly take in the fatigue lining his face and the droopiness of his eyelids. “I didn’t—I have for a while. Months, really. Ever since . . . I don’t know when. I just—well, I tried, that one time—” he grimaces— “I just . . . I didn’t feel worthy, I suppose, of you. You’re—Scott, you’re so perfect, always all put-together and—and rescue-y and everything, and I’m just . . . me. Gosh, I’m sorry for rambling—I really just meant to say that I like you and—and I kinda hope you like me too.”

Scott blinks.

If his heart flipped when Jimmy took his hand earlier, it’s positively doing cartwheels now.

Jimmy likes him.

And apparently, all that pining was for waste because he could’ve confessed this whole time and Jimmy would’ve reciprocated.

Scott can’t help it: he laughs. Just a little, a giggle that slips out accidentally, but it’s enough that Jimmy freezes and glances over at him, eyes terribly fearful.

Scott waves frantically, pushing closer to him. “No, no—I—I wasn’t laughing at you,” he’s quick to correct. “I was—Jimmy, I’ve liked you for ages, but I was so afraid of you rejecting me that I didn’t dare say anything. Just think what might have happened if we both actually used a bit of logic for once in our lives.”

Jimmy blinks. A surprised laugh bursts out, one that’s quickly stifled as Jimmy winces and covers his mouth. It’s really not funny—it must hurt to laugh, with his face in such a state—but Scott can’t help it. He laughs again, lightly punches Jimmy on the shoulder.

“Don’t laugh,” he reprimands, still laughing himself. “You’ll start bleeding again, and we can’t have that.”

Jimmy clearly can’t help it, his shoulders shaking as he struggles to not even smile. Scott’s smiling too, he’s gazing at Jimmy beside him as he tries not to laugh and. . . .

He’s really in love, huh? Because Jimmy’s always shone like a star, he’s always been so breathtakingly beautiful, but he’s somehow so much more so now that he’s his. Now, Scott gazes at him, wave after wave of glory hitting him like waves of heat from the sun.

He’s in love, and it’s wonderful.

“Um,” Jimmy says after a moment, and Scott realizes that not only is he staring at Jimmy, but Jimmy is staring right back.

“Sorry—” he starts to say, looking down at his hands, but Jimmy interrupts him.

“I actually—I know you’re busy, with . . . with everything going on, and I am too, but if you wanted to just have one night before all that? I’d still like to—to go stargazing with you.”

It’s wartimes. He only has the one night to offer Jimmy, and no promises for the future.

Scott smiles. “I would be honored.”

-

There’s no snow on the ground where they pick to stargaze, a stone shelf in the side of the mountain that Scott’s lain on many times past. He spreads out three blankets on top of one another and leaves a fourth bundled to the side, in case the air gets too chill.

Jimmy splays out immediately, just like how he’s always first in bed—an incredibly intimate thing for Scott to know, and something inside him seems to almost purr at the realization. Jimmy is his, and he is Jimmy’s (at least for tonight).

Scott eases himself down next to him—his lover, Jimmy’s his lover—and, in a split-second decision, shifts a bit closer so that their hips touch.

Jimmy doesn’t move away.

Scott’s heart flips a little.

Exor’s hooves, you’re acting like a teenager, he tells himself. You like him, and he likes you. Just—be normal.

He can’t be normal. There is no way he can be normal.

The world around them has been gradually growing dark the entire time they spent hiking up to here and setting up, and now it’s dark enough that Scott can barely see Jimmy’s face.

He hadn’t been able to see Jimmy’s face then, either.

He’d seen him fall.

Scott had just caught sight of it as he regained his sense of balance from the End portal. He’d looked up to find an unfamiliar island, the world surrounded by the darkness of the void, and on the other side of the island—

Even from that distance, Scott could tell that Jimmy’s fall was the most graceful he’d ever seen.

He spread his wings and took off without a second thought, abandoning the others who followed him through the portal.

He had to try. He had to.

He’d passed fWhip, who was laughing—who tried to grab him—as he went over the edge of the island.

And then, wings pulled tight to his body, nose down, he dove after Jimmy.

“Scott?”

He blinks, looks around. Jimmy’s at his side now, head propped up on his arm. Jimmy quirks an eyebrow, still barely visible. “You good? You kind of zoned out for a second there.”

Scott blinks again, looks up. The stars are starting to twinkle into vision, bright and lively, and Scott almost waves up to them.

Perhaps Jimmy doesn’t know much about elven beliefs, doesn’t know the significance of the stars. He doesn’t know that Scott could point out a dozen or two elven legends and heroes—Gelidrian, Calireth, Alinar. And others, more mundane—his parents, the nurse who had raised him, the palace guard from a mere two decades ago.

Someday, Scott knows he will join them all. Hopefully not any day soon.

“Whoa,” Jimmy whispers. Scott glances over at him, his face illuminated by the exaltation of elves. One of his hands is raised slightly. “They're so close.”

“They really are.”

They watch in silence for a while, more and more bundles of light appearing in the sky. When the entirety of the Stags is visible and bright, Scott points it out, taking Jimmy’s hand (his heart jumps, Jimmy’s his lover) to trace his fingers down the lines of stars.

“That’s the Clash of the Stags,” Scott tells him, tracing it over again. “On the left is Aeor, see His antler?”

“That’s your god, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s Aeor.” Scott smiles just a little bit—somehow, every time Jimmy knows something about elven history, it makes him ten times more attractive. “And then below Him and to the right is Exor, His brother.”

“I’ve heard you say his name before. Is he your god, too?”

Scott can’t help but snort. “No. Exor may be Aeor’s brother, but they don’t get along. Exor was cruel, controlled those under his domain, sacrificed the weak and oppressed the followers of Aeor. Aeor, meanwhile, ruled with kindness and respect, befitting of the last remaining gods.”

“What happened to the others?” Jimmy asks. “There are others, aren’t there?”

“Yes, we believe so. I’m sure you’ve heard Pix mention the Great Slumber?”

Jimmy nods, the movement scrunching up Scott’s sleeve. Jimmy’s so close to him, close enough that Scott can feel his every twitch and breath.

“Aeor and Exor were the only gods not to fall asleep. But when Exor became corrupted, jealous of his brother’s rule, Aeor knew He had to do something about it. So He gathered all His power and wielded it in a mighty battle against Exor—the Clash of the Stags. See how Aeor is kicking Exor down?”

Jimmy nods again. The nerves in Scott’s arm are tingling at his every touch, and he has to take a moment to swallow back the squeak that threatens to break his voice. “Um. Aeor used everything He had to seal Exor and his followers within a mountain forever,” he says, thankfully with no cracks. “Then He withdrew from the people, still hearing their prayers and granting small blessings, but separate from them. He lost much of His power in that fight, and has spent many thousands of years resting and caring for us—as any god should.”

Jimmy’s silent then, and when Scott looks over at him, he’s staring up at the sky, eyes flicking from point to point. Scott doesn’t look away, and while Jimmy’s eyes trace the stars, Scott’s eyes trace Jimmy’s face.

In the dark with the stars as their only light, the raw patches around his mouth and eyes that they hadn’t been able to bandage are invisible. The lines of exhaustion are impossible to see, as are the shadows Scott knows ring his eyes.

Instead, Scott sees the way his nose twitches. He sees long eyelashes that flutter gently. He sees golden hair that’s starting to curl around the gills, long in a way Scott’s never seen it. He sees lips that move soundlessly, lips that are looking more and more kissable by the second.

“There,” Jimmy says, and Scott pulls himself out of his reverie to follow Jimmy’s finger. Scott squints up at the sky as Jimmy traces a triangle shape out of the stars.

“That can be the mountain,” Jimmy says, sounding proud of himself. “The one that Aeor trapped them in. Do you guys know where that mountain is?”

Scott giggles a little—he can’t help it, it has to be a crime to be so cute—and traces along Jimmy’s triangle as well. It’s part of another constellation, he realizes after a moment—the Crystal of Rivendell, made up of stars of rulers who have passed on. “The mountain probably wasn’t real, Jimmy. Rivendell scholars have searched for it for literal ages, and they’ve not found evidence of it yet. Besides, I find it hard to believe that a mountain could entrap a god.”

“It was a magical mountain, you said so,” Jimmy says stubbornly. “Aeor sealed it. And I think it would be a great idea—some mountains are older than the ocean, you know, surely they have some sort of power.”

“Well, when you fight a god, trap him in a mountain and let me know how it goes.”

Jimmy laughs too, then cuts off abruptly as a cold gust of wind blows over them. He shivers, shifts close enough to Scott that he’s practically curled up in Scott’s side, head resting on his shoulder.

Scott’s certain that his heart actually stops.

Which is stupid, because—because they’ve done this before! Almost every morning, Scott wakes up pressed into Jimmy, and it’s fine. Well, it’s nerve-wracking and overwhelming and suffocating, but it’s been weeks since he last blushed and apologized, and much longer since he stopped pretending that Jimmy isn’t a very physically affectionate person. Romantic intentions or not (and now, in retrospect, Scott knows that most of them likely were romantic in some way and isn’t that something), Jimmy hugs him or leans on his shoulder on a near daily basis. This isn’t anything new.

Somehow, though, it’s the strangest sensation he’s ever known.

He’s been quiet for some time, he realizes suddenly, and before he even knows what to say he’s blurting out, “What’s your favorite constellation?”

Jimmy jerks a little bit. “What?”

“I—that’s how it started, isn’t it?” Scott says, and he just knows he’s paler than the stars right now. “You asked me what my favorite constellation is. Which one’s yours?”

Jimmy doesn’t answer immediately, pulling back a bit to gaze up at the stars properly. After a few moments, he takes Scott’s hand (the hairs on his arm stand up) and guides him up, much further to the left than the Stags. There, he traces out a strange shape—almost a lopsided rectangle, but with five sides.

Below it are two stars that are very familiar to Scott, he realizes with a jolt—

Staying up late every night—he’s just a child, he ought to be in bed, but instead he creeps over to the window and looks up at the stars.

His nurse had taught him to make a wish on the point of Aeor’s antler, and if the God was willing, his wish might come true. Scott can’t really remember where it is most of time, but he can always find those two bright stars to wish on—and that way, he would get two wishes!

He wishes twice for himself, or sometimes he uses one for Xornoth, or sometimes he uses one for his parents.

Most of the time, though, he wishes twice for himself—and he wishes for a friend.

Jimmy traces it again, the soft bandages on his knuckles rubbing against Scott’s matching set. “That one. That’s my favorite.”

“What is it?”

Jimmy’s hand falls to his side, almost in slow motion. “I don’t know,” he says, and there’s something wistful in his voice, something terribly sad. “But it feels like home.”

-

It gets too cold to stargaze, so Scott packs everything up and helps Jimmy back to the palace, flying in through his window so as not to get caught out by the guards.

And sure, it may be the beginning of the end of the world, war hovering over them like the executioner’s axe, but Scott can’t stop giggling. He and Jimmy are sneaking around like teenagers, trying to not be seen as they clamber in through his window. It’s so very cliche that he can’t help but enjoy it, can’t help but be entirely wrapped in the feeling of new love.

They both collapse onto Scott’s bed, both laughing, even though Jimmy’s covering his mouth and wincing like it hurts. He doesn’t stop, though, eyes sparkling as he snickers.

“The funny thing—the funniest part is, it’s not even funny,” Scott gasps out, and it isn’t—he thinks they’re more laughing because of the absurd pressure it is to sneak into a building that you belong in in the first place. It’s more stupid than anything—it would have been just fine to go in through the gates, really, but they’d decided to do it proper just for the fun of it.

Jimmy laughs harder at that, cutting himself off with a small “ouch!”. He presses his sleeve to his mouth for a moment before pulling it away, examining it for any blood. Apparently satisfied, he lets his arm fall and stretches out a bit.

“This was really good, Scott,” Jimmy says after a minute, and dear Aeor, even the way Jimmy says his name. . . .

“Can I kiss you?”

Scott blinks, sits up. Jimmy’s watching him, a blush spreading across what’s visible of his face. He almost looks just as surprised as Scott feels that those words fell from Jimmy’s mouth.

And really, props to Jimmy, because it’s not a bad idea. It’s a very good one, in Scott’s mind.

But they really need to talk about it first, don’t they?

Scott sits up, runs a hand through his hair. “I’d like to apologize, actually. For our first kiss.”

Jimmy frowns. “Yeah, I—it was sensory overload, yeah? I don’t think you need to apologize for that.”

“Wha—when did I say it was sensory overload?”

Jimmy sits up too, scoots along until he’s sitting beside Scott. “Well, I didn’t figure it out until today, actually. I sort of thought you hated me at first, but yesterday, when . . . and then again, earlier. You said—you’ve liked me this whole time, right?”

Scott nods.

“Right. Well, I figured if you did like me back then, you probably wanted to . . . do the whole kiss thing. And it’s really not like you to just run away like that. And I know you get sensory overload real bad sometimes, so. . . .”

Scott slides his hand toward Jimmy’s, loosely tangling their fingers together. It’s a conscious movement, one that sends nerves sparking up and down the very bones of his body.

It’s dangerously close to too much.

Yet it’s everything he’s wanted for so long.

“How about this,” Jimmy continues. “We—we’re . . . courting now, right? Um—that—that’s really nice to say—so how about we always ask first, before a kiss? And stuff like that. That way, neither of us is taken by surprise.”

Thrills go up and down every inch of Scott’s skin when Jimmy says that they’re courting, his breath stolen from his chest. They’re courting. They’re in a committed relationship. Jimmy is his, and he is Jimmy’s, and it’s true because Jimmy said so. It’s real.

“That—that sounds good,” he manages. He takes stock of himself—definitely on-edge, but he can handle one kiss. As long as they make sure it’s just one. And maybe if they do some pressure cuddling afterward.

“Can I kiss you?” Scott asks, his voice almost a whisper. What’s visible of Jimmy’s face under the bandages goes through a series of emotions—anxiety, enthusiasm, warmth, and then settling back on anxiety. He nods, a little uncertainly, and turns to fully face Scott, drawing his legs up criss-cross on the bed.

They’ve kissed three times before, but everything is different about this one.

There’s an awkward sort of lean-in, of course—the first and second times had been sudden, passionate, and the third filled with the thrill of survival. For this, they move slowly, telegraphing each movement carefully—akin to trying not to spook a wild stag, Scott thinks offhandedly.

And then their lips meet.

Scott’s always led kisses in past relationships, his lips slotted above his partner’s, but Jimmy takes the lead here, leaning up a bit to match Scott’s height—and Scott thinks he likes it. His lips are warm, far warmer than Scott’s, and wet, and so very very soft.

It’s not the burning fireworks of their first kisses, but it’s warm like a cozy evening by the fireplace—there are so many nerve endings, he can feel his shoulders start to raise at the overstimulation—and it’s Jimmy and he loves him so much and it’s overwhelming, it’s perfect, it’s underwhelming compared to the first time because Scott knows that Jimmy has very sharp teeth and knows how to use them—

But Jimmy pulls away after just a moment, their lips parting slowly, and offers a small smile. “Good?”

Scott can only manage a squeaky noise in the back of his throat, and Jimmy giggles. The sound is a little bit loud for his sensitive ears.

Scott stands and pulls off his cloak, muttering something about putting on softer clothes before ducking into his walk-in closet. He can hear Jimmy laughing behind him.

Normally Scott would consider himself the smooth one—why is he so uncollected? He can’t even find the words to make any sort of dirty jokes. Jimmy must think something’s wrong.

(And so many things are wrong, of course, but definitely not this.)

He changes into soft pajamas, emerging to find Jimmy having also changed—he’s in a loose shirt and shorts, hair mussed and occasional bandages wrapped around his arms and legs. Luckily—or unluckily, depending on how one looks at it—his face and hands had taken the brunt of the damage, only a couple of patches bandaged on his arms and even fewer on his legs. Jimmy smiles brightly when he sees Scott reenter.

“I sort of assumed I’d be staying the night. You looked overstimulated, do you need anything?”

Scott points to the bed. “Sleep?” he suggests, swallowing half of the word back. Jimmy nods, pulls back the covers.

“Do you want me on top of you?”

Scott can’t help it—he snorts. Jimmy goes totally red, sputtering incoherently.

“I—you know I—Scott!”

“Very forward, Jimmy, and on the first date too—”

“Oh, come off it!” Jimmy shakes his head, sighs, then adds, “We’ve been engaged for a while now; I don’t think it counts as a first date.”

Scott quirks a brow, and this is more familiar, this is how their banter is meant to be, flirtatious and comfortable and not at all awkward. “So you’re saying you’re open to it?”

“You are a menace,” Jimmy tells him, but he’s smiling, and it really does feel like before all of their issues. Except now Jimmy’s actually his, and the awkward dancing around each other in a newfound relationship hasn’t passed, but maybe they can become like this again soon enough.

Scott climbs into bed, turning down the lamp on his way in. He curls on his side, pulling the blankets up to his waist, his wings resting on the cushioned shelf built into his bed for this precise reason.

After a moment, the bed shakes as Jimmy climbs in beside him, then slowly, carefully, rests an arm around Scott’s waist.

“This okay?”

The weight of his arm is heavy and warm, the perfect amount of pressure, and Scott rolls to be fully on his stomach before pressing closer. When his head is up against Jimmy’s chest, and their knees are bumping at every readjustment, he nods.

He can be close to Jimmy. He doesn’t have to be self-conscious about wanting to touch him. He doesn’t have to restrain himself in private, pretend that the physical affection is all for show.

Scott moves one arm up, wrapped under Jimmy’s arm and up his back, and sighs. This is comfortable. This is right. This is real. Their bodies know how to fit together, weeks of practice in their sleep lending subconscious knowledge to Scott as he presses up against his lover, his Jimmy.

This is real, he tells himself, and it’s perfect.

[boinin]

here you see the timer has run out

also, maybe it's a bit premature, but i feel the possibility of an ubers victory fading even more. barou managed to become the king of the team, snuffy found again his passion to play football and decided to not retire for now... what's left more to tell?

this goal and its aftermath definitely felt like the end of a match. next chapters hiori will enter, he will link up with isagi, will discover his passion for football and will assist isagi for the 3-2 goal. it's over. fin. the end

oh good spot, I didn't pick up on that. Hiori time! Let's goooooo

Barou has had his high of the match. I don't think Hiori will create an easy BM win though. Ubers (Lorenzo, Niko, Aiku and Aryu, as well as Barou) seem really pumped up. If they and the other Ubers players start pursuing a more creative style of attack, utilising Snuffy's patterns but freestyling, BM are going to have a tough time holding them off. Especially if Isagi and Kaiser keep having to defend instead of, y'know, scoring themselves

There'll be at least one missed or saved goal from BM. My guess? This will come from Kunigami (so he stays relevant 🥲) or Kaiser (to show how being dethroned is affecting his performance). We also haven't seen nearly enough one-on-one battles, as teased by Noa. Some match ups I expect to see:

Raichi v Barou

Hiori v Lorenzo

Hiori v Aiku/Niko/Aryu

Isagi v Niko/Aiku (MV rematch lol)

Yukimiya v somebody?? (else his development from the last match will feel really superficial. He's the freaking 1v1 emperor in this universe, I expected more from him)

I want Ubers to win, but it seems unlikely with Hiori's awakened ego in the mix. But it's premature for Isagi and Kaiser's rivalry to be resolved. So, who'll score if BM wins...?

That's the 300 million yen question 😁

[undertale-writing-times]

❓

Any and all versions of Dream and Nightmare~

I have too many versions of these dudes lol

Nightmare: I think it would be funny if once every year he gets turned into his passive form. It's very painful and he has never told anyone.

Dream: He has an aura around him that make people feel good whenever they're around him. It's one reason why he has a hard time fully trusting people.

Passive: He had a pet kitten once but the villagers took it away from him, and he never saw it again.

Oxi: He can open his sockets, his real eyes, but if he does that anyone who sees it will go blind themselves.

Coma: He loves little cute things. He won't admit it, though.

Gloom: He smells like granny smith apples

Envy: He is the baby brother! :D

Pride: He works with Books, and has broken quite a few laws but he sees himself as the hero.

David: He's, shockingly, really old! He's over 300 years old but looks 20ish and that's because of the magic that he did.

Wraith: He's able to take over people's bodies and mind, though normally dislikes to do it.

Glaurung: As a gold dragon, he feels as though he's better than a lot of the other dragons but he normally doesn't bring that up.

Xiuhcoatl: He never had a hoard, and the dragon boys like to make jokes about how they're his hoard cause of him collecting them.

Light: He loves to watch humans swimming around and doing their own things, sometimes when he's bored he would drag them under the water then swim away. He never drowns them or anything, just messes with them.

Deep: He is very glowy and it is affected by his emotional state. If he's happy, the glows stronger if he's scared it gets brighter as well but flashes and sad makes it less bright and blah blah blah.

Daydream: The goop that covers his body, if someone touches it, makes them feel happy but if they eat it, they get put into a strange trance where they smile and can't stop smiling and everything seems amazing and perfect to them. It's kinda scary.

Delusion: Delusion is scared of thunderstorms

Solar: Solar is afraid of the dark! He just feels like there's something there all the time.

Nightfall: He is amazing at lullabies and hearing him sing will cure anyone of their inability to sleep for at least the day.

Lamp: He bumps into people a lot cause his eyesight is very bad. He's really soft though so most don't mind.

Shade: He is attracted to light more than his brother, and it's a good way to calm him down.

Mallow: He never talks about his brother, even though everyone knows that he has a twin. It's the only time that he ever gets mean. If he gets brought up.

Glacial: His goop is soft and squishy but if it comes off his body it freezes the second it comes off. It's very cold.

Cuppy: He smells like freshly baked cupcakes! The scent/flavor is different to everyone.

Ber: He has goop that has the same touch and feel as strawberry milk and isn't as goopy as the others.

Toxi: He's the most goopy and drippy, leaving a small trail as he walks. His eyes are always spinning.

Minty: His least favorite holiday is Christmas.

Hots: He sets things on fire if he loses his temper, and it's really annoying.

Sticks: They love apples and wants to have one at least once a day! Their favorite is granny smith.

Drippy: Because he's made out of water, sometimes he likes to have fish inside his body and watch as they swim around.

Ichor: Even though he's so edgy and 'aggressive' if he sees blood he will faint. (yes, ironic, given he's made out of it but it's different!)

[retphienix]

Update on my "I'm trying some different mods and also trying to play outside of Louisville for fun" random guy!

He's been in intense pain for like 4 days! Nausea coming and going! Severe pain and all the negative thoughts!

The reasons for this are pretty simple- he got hurt, it got infected (not zombie), and the trait mod I'm messing with makes Prone to Illness and Slow Healer WAY more impactful lol

Prone to Illness has my guy thinking his infection is zombification, which gives him some nausea moodles, which fucks his health more.

Slow Healer straight up lowers my health more and more as I'm damaged and uh. I gotta be honest, I'm not quite sure how I was supposed to counter that lol

It became a feedback loop. I got ONE scratch and it IMMEDIATELY infected, maybe due to prone to illness. That infection FUCKED my moodles and health and then Slow Healer compounded that by lowering my health more and making the infection/scratch last longer.

I think each trait might be fair on their own? But the combo of the two became a feedback loop where one forces infections and the other drains your health to 0 over the course of a few days if you stay infected- which it makes you stay infected because it's a HUGE healing speed debuff (I mean, it's slow healer, duh).

I was disinfecting, re-bandaging, staying clean, eating good- all the stuff. This duo of traits FUCKED ME UP lol

And so.

He didn't wake up.

His health went up to like half, and then when he was about to wake up the Slow Healer health debuff kicked in and he dropped to 0 and died. Note how he's not a zombie as well, straight up just feedback looped by slow healing a false zombie infection, oof.

This is a touch disappointing tbh. I *think* I like this trait mod.

So many trait mods are superfluous in my opinion. I know how that sounds because I just used the word "superfluous" but I mean it's straight up just the truth lol

I've tried So Many trait packs, all the popular ones, a million you've never tried- so many of them are like "Here's a +1 trait for every skill in the game, here's 15 traits that do nearly nothing or give you a starting item, here's- for some reason- like 4 perks that Break The Entire Fucking Game (We're talking perks that triple your carrying capacity, perks that make a notoriously durable weapon [crowbars] do like 30x the damage so they become the BEST item in the game, we're talking recovering ammo as you shoot it, like, yeah no).

my favorites are the ones that actually add interesting options- for both positive and negative traits- and then don't fuck it up by adding 300 more on top of that.

Also a fan of the "I wanted to give occupations more identity" mods, Occupation expertise does pretty well at that.

Anyways this mod does a pretty good amount- it tries to make "some" occupations have some identity via unique traits applied to them and only them- the fact it's just "some" kinda makes it a lot less interesting but fair play fair play-

it also tries to make negatives more impactful and less "free" and positives more impactful and less "worthless why would you choose this". I LOVE those decisions.

But IDK if I LOVE the mod yet. Like I genuinely like that this combo of traits was so impactful to my play- but I'm not so stoked to see that I basically got locked into a fail state with very little I could do because I got SCRATCHED ONCE while having 2 traits.

Mayhaps it was the working out- but my workout was not affecting me when I died, so seems doubtful. I mean my soreness went away like 1 hour into sleeping and a new soreness was not on the way- if anything I should have had a LOT more wiggle-room for health- not less.

On to the next character lol, I think I'll make another with this same mod pack and just run over to my corpse to continue. Not sure just yet.

Actually you know what probably sealed this. I was trying to ween off cigs. I bet the duo of traits wouldn't have fully killed me if I just cracked and smoked a bit.

So skill issue.

[bigskydreaming]

Also recall that Donna was distraught after COIE as well. That book had a pretty huge body count. (300+ characters with names die on panel in the main series.) And who can she go to? Garth was mourning Tula, Dick and Kory were on Tamaran, Raven was dead, Hank was mourning Don (and Don would be a better listener), Wally was mourning Barry...Pretty sure Roy would be a bit awkward. And Lilith is like "I can see the future but I choose to use my powers to annoy you."

Oh yeah, absolutely. Donna was definitely Going Through It at the time and I think she's in an extremely sympathetic mindset in general back then, and there's a lot that can be done with that.

My only real objection about the Dick and Donna fight isn’t even actually Donna its just how I’ve so often seen it framed in fan retellings of it. Like, I just I think she can be sympathetic while its also acknowledged that the fight only broke out after she repeatedly insisted on confronting Dick with a tough love talk about how he was acting, while he tried multiple times to say 'this isnt the right time for this/I can't have this conversation right now' to the point where he was literally trying to leave his own apartment to disengage BEFORE things escalated. And not even mentioning that the 'how you're acting' that Donna was specifically referring to was a deliberate nod to the two issues later reveal which the plot literally claimed was the reason for why the way he was acting was significant.....

Its the CONFLUENCE of factors that bugs, for me. Not any singular detail like 'oh there's no understandable context for why Donna was so insistent on pressing then and there, like she needed to solve or fix SOMETHING' - because no, there absolutely is.

But instead its more like 'there's absolutely understandable context or spins you could come up with that frame Donna's actions and insistence there as humanizing and not just a mean old bully and terrible friend out to be The Absolute Worst to Dick just because, all while still acknowledging that hey, it should maybe come up that this fight that has affected how Dick's perceived by a lot of people was a fight that Dick tried pretty hard not to have because his needs were in direct conflict with what Donna felt they both needed - to hash things out right then - and where Dick KNEW what his needs were as opposed to what Donna was insisting SHE knew them to be, because he kept voicing that he knew he was not in the right headspace to have the sitdown that Donna was trying for and he was absolutely aware of the possibility he'd lash out and say something he would rather not, because of that.....like I just think that at the very least this bit should come up more when talking about things Dick said while lashing out at Donna because of the headspace he was in. Seems relevant, y'know?'

I just have seen that one fight referenced sooooo many times with just the takeaway being "Dick was so mean here" while they include that page but literally leave out every other relevant panel like the above detail, not to mention any mention of the brainwashing storyline which came to a head just a couple issues later. I mean like, while I am understanding of people thinking the plot is a cheap cop-out for justifying Dick's behavior over the past years of issues over all, I do think its reasonable to expect it at least factors in as a relevant detail when interpreting the couple issues immediately prior to the reveal.

Like, I'm just saying, I do think its a bit...while acknowledging there is bias involved when people (including me, lol) jump to the brainwashing to reframe anything we don't really care for about Dick's behavior back then, I do think there's equally a bias in the other direction when people flat out pretend that there's no way it was a factor in the specific ways and the degree to which Wolfman ratcheted up the conflict between Dick and others in even just the couple issues prior to the reveal. When like, like it or not, if starting from the canon of those issues, the brainwashing was clearly embedded in those issues as being relevant to Dick's characterization at that point at least. Ignoring this completely, when analyzing the couple of issues just prior to this plot twist reveal, including Dick's behavior that contextually was written specifically to get him to leave the Titans and go off on his own....and exactly in accordance to the two issues later reveal where the Church of Blood was like yes excellent, just as we planned...

That's when I'm like okay I see that you think I am biased and you are being completely objective about Dick's character and how he's perceived and why, but I would like to raise for your consideration hey what if maybe we both can be biased and neither of us are being completely objective here?

Cuz...not wanting to apply it as a lens through which to view Dick's actions twenty issues prior? Yeah, I get that. But not wanting to apply it as relevant to any lens through which you view Dick's actions in the literal build-up to the climax that revealed it to be a plot point at all.....yeah, less so.

And again, like I said, not loving how the characters are behaving because you view their actions in a different light and degree of being problematic than Wolfman did? Changing things to make something like that more palatable? Fine by me.

But when you (general/hypothetical you, not you personally anon, lol) keep things the same and are just like 'all eyes on what Dick is saying and no context whatsoever, just look what a douchebag he is, how could he say that look Donna's crying' and that's it, the end, send tweet....I'm just sitting here like....okay I AM going to need you to at some point at least mention that Donna throwing Dick through the wall of his own apartment because of it....mmm, also not great.

Or if you're going to be like 'Donna's mindset and situations get to be used to explain her characterization to the point where it just seems mean and pointless to act like she's Donna the Terrible instead of just Donna the Trauma-Brained so we're all agreed right nobody's mad at Donna' - if nothing else, at least hand in hand with that should be 'Dick's brainwashing gets to be used to explain his characterization to the point where it just seems mean and pointless to act like he's Dick the Asshole instead of just Dick the Autonomy-Challenged so we're all agreed right nobody's mad at Dick.'

Like, fair's fair, y'know? LOL. Nobody needs to be vilifying anyone that way, everybody goes home friends.

But when someone manages to remember every single thing Dick's ever done wrong while accidentally kicking characters' misdeeds towards him over the railing and into the sea, lost and unrecoverable, even when originally they were from the exact same scenes as the stuff that fan is using as Exhibit A for why Dick is a Fugly Slut and You Should Definitely Never Trust Him....

Unf. Just love me that degree of deliberate discrepancy.

Sorry not sorry, but there's just no way there's no bias involved in never ever forgetting "Dick made Donna cry" while glitching with an Error 404 Page Not Found message at any mention of "Donna made Dick cosplay as the wrecking ball from the Miley Cyrus music video of the same name."

I don't actually think these things are the same, even, so I'm not a super fan of even treating that fight like 'mmm mistakes were made on both sides, it was about 50/50'....but when the ratio you're keeping on record is 100/0 and that isn't tilted more critically in the direction of Donna's Demolition Derby, Reluctantly Starring Dick....

I'm calling foul and I WILL in fact be holding a grudge about this.

Sorry, those are the completely arbitrary rules I made up just now and thus have no choice but to adhere to, what can you do. *Shrugs*

(LOL, also anon, lmfao at your line about Lilith. I mean....yeah, that's about right.)

[the-firebird69]

So John remillard is out back cleaning a rabbit or chicken or something and yelling and the sun says so what I killed fish and gutted them and other stuff I need to go hunting is there like a big deal cuz he's yelling and screaming for attention like a little kid. Where do you know the great white Hunter you going to take on Tommy Allen who took on the White Buffalo. You're f****** weird person okay now it's easier it's a lazy man's way of doing things and so what his dog kill the bunny cuz the bunny is a f****** pain he's like that. All right little baby again. So we got your order for the light cycles and put something payment someone's sending it. And it's one of your people and you don't want any chicken you're killing a f****** rabbit for Christ's sake don't you know Kevin yeoman doesn't like you who the hell is that guy. And the sun was just saying well that's pretty gross Kevin I suppose you have to eat something and he kept on saying it after while I said why don't you shut the f****** all the f****** stupid rabbit. I might go back to Sherry was trying to threaten him into having a baby and they say the Dead Bunny or something and by the way that rabbit might have been dead over by Stan's and healed up and came all the way this way probably it's kind of rancid but you know how that goes.

But seriously kind of a waiting payment

He's backing out. Again.

No deal sweet enough no deal good enough no machine will work for him he's attracting tons of attention thinks nobody knows about a stupid robots once again that's you and I robot. Is yelling and yelling and yelling you can't get to me looks like that's ridiculous you're a poor slob who gets arrested every day and you get shot every day or every other day who you yelling at

Regardless We Begin the attack momentarily the Midwest evacuation has continued $150k octillion last night, about 80k octillion today thus far. 230,000 octillion so far in the past couple days and it was still remaining in the midwest about 70,000 octillion people. But John rimelord is saying is don't fire the fish and game people and his women are nuts and think they can make a giant army and don't give a s***. Eve 6. The captured a lot of robots we have to otherwise they would have launched and taking all the cars hostage oh f*** you John remillard. And he put the robots under the cars some of the stacks like 300 high. Level by level and yeah that was sinking like one foot every month they're done 5 months was down 10 feet it was a little faster didn't affect it much or the tunnel was not matching up with the entrance so we made a ramp we took all the robots out

Because

WHEN THE BUNKER SUNK THE LINES WERE CUT

HAHAHA HAHAHA LOL BOY THIS COULD BE BECAUSE THE GUY IS STUPID

Thor Freya Zeus and Hera said the last part and Tommy F was seen nearby and Mac I couldn't figure anything out why wouldn't someone have redundant system like 10 ft of line.

Mike goodhue came up to him his son and said you made a mistake in construction I want to know what it is I said I did not but I think I did and it's very bad we have to go out there regardless I said I want to know what it is he knows I have a sinking feeling that we're wrong about everything we said and his smiled and said there's no way out of it it could be that stupid he started laughing I stole these robots and put hardware in them and reprogram them no I just reprogram them that could be wrong too but this makes sense I'm a stupid person so also he says I just have to go activate them by hand and you're coming with me cuz I have nobody with me is I don't want to go with you to that stupid job where they probably hit me and he left and John even large wept and said I'm screwed try going out there and couldn't and just sat here. So you see why you're dumb people should not be in control of anything mac

Thor Freya

Wow that's a huge mistake I can't believe it that's terrible this guy's as dumb as a rock the sitting there cleaning a rabbit and he should be cleared out of there I'm calling the cops to get him out of that stupid idiot messed up

They're not even his robots and tell me if it's at them there's a screwball could be f****** up everything hanging over to Tommy f because he's an idiot

Mac

Oh but he's a superstar hero Will Smith and he's a superstar superhero and he probably puts brand in a robot so it looks like he has robots that are his ;-) nudge nudge pictures pictures give me a break I don't believe it I believe you're torturing Brad to death and he hates you and people who do that to kill you because that's what we heard from the experiments

Zues Hera

Then we do it on our own people Trump says you doing on us and you're dead you stupid a****** piece of s*** you piece of dead meat dan says

Oh yeah this a****** would make a perfect president of what Papa New Guinea no Pretoria that his own version

Zues Hera

Man if that's true that's stupid twice good Lord we have to fire him

Mac

It's probably a plan mistake by Tommy f who had him do it had him steal the stuff had to move it and is in The matrix no one can be that stupid well they can and he has his moments

Zues Hera

[sjapa]

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[gingercauldron]

Quiet Brilliance (Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader)

A/N: Here is my offering to the Criminal Minds fandom. Also this is my first time really writing fanfic? Just really wanted to have Spencer impressed by the reader and fall in love with them. So I hope you enjoy!! This is totally not an excuse to somehow make random stuff I’ve read about relevant in BAU cases lol

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader

Synopsis: Spencer notices how intelligent you really are, as well as how shy you are about it. He can’t stop thinking about you, your brilliance, and how much he just wants to hold you.

Warnings: None really, just fluff, and normal Criminal Minds content

Wordcount: 1.9k

No one in the BAU seemed to give you enough credit.

Not that it was their intention, of course, but Dr. Spencer Reid could not help but notice all of the times that your quiet brilliance went by as unremarkable. He might have had an eidetic memory, carrying a labyrinthine of facts and figures in his head - but you knew things that even he had not come across. He could tell that you were a researcher, that you would explore through files for knowledge because you wanted to.

When Spencer would pull a fact or statistic out of the air, you would be listening raptly. On several occasions you would scribble something down afterwards, and it made Spencer’s heart swell. This was how he first became so attuned to you when you joined the team. After that, he made sure to observe you.

He noticed that you would duck your head into files of each case, going through detail after detail with a furrowed brow. You would write in a frantic scrawl on post-it notes as a cue to do further research.

The most endearing part of it all, was that you would do the same thing even if there wasn’t a case. You would carry a tome with you, with the tails of post-it flaps coming out the side, each one crowded with writing. You were smart, Spencer learned, and he wondered why it wasn’t seen as big of an asset as it truly was to the team.

At first he could pretend that his interest was merely for the good of the team, learning more about you and what you were capable of. Obviously you were hired for a reason, likely your careful observations and sharp psychological profiling — but there was so much more. Spencer was finding it harder to pretend that this interest was not at all motivated by the affection that was developing for you.

He had three PhDs and was the so-called “resident genius,” but he wondered if you could give him a run for his money. The thing was, because you were quiet and private, he didn’t know — and that in itself was exciting.

On one case where you were observing the body at the scene, a particularly strange case where the jaw of the victim had swelled with tumors, you quickly told everyone to back up.

“What is it?” Hotch asked.

“It looks like possible radiation poisoning because of how localized the tumors are — like the unsub had the victim consume radium.” You said. “I could be wrong, of course. We could check her teeth.”

“Teeth?” Morgan asked.

Spencer quickly replied. “Radium has properties that make it glow in the dark, it was used as a novelty for that reason well into the 1970’s before restrictions were placed on it, actually. If the victim had been ingesting radium it is possible her teeth might glow. In 1938 a case was settled where a group factory workers sued their employment because they had been encouraged to lick paintbrushes covered in radium in the course of their work, resulting in massive tumours around the neck and jaw.”

“And the factory workers had tumours like this?” Hotch asked. He was asking Spencer now, not you.

“Remarkably similar.” Spencer replied.

Spencer glanced at you, but it didn’t seem to bother you that he had jumped in. In fact, the only that seemed to be upsetting to you was the fact that the unsub was on the loose.

“I’ll call some radiologists in.” Hotch said, already lifting the phone to his ear.

It turned out, that you were right. It was in fact radium, and you made sure that the team was safe by telling them to keep their distance from the body. The radiation levels on the body were dangerous.

On the plane home from that case Spencer had sat beside you, and he couldn’t stop thinking about your astute observation. You smiled up at him when he settled next to you, looking back down at the book in your lap.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You looked back up at him. “Yeah, Spencer?”

“That was a good catch with the radium.”

“Oh, that. Thank you.” You beamed. “But you would have caught it if I hadn’t.”

Would he? With all of the gruesome things he had seen they all morphed together, he wasn’t sure that he would have jumped to radium, of all things, as quickly as you had. That he would have been as cautious in avoiding the body to investigate if you hadn’t said something.

“I mean it. It was good catch. It was pretty brilliant, actually.”

“Thanks, Spence.” You said softly.

He knew he should let you get back to your book that was covered in post-it notes, but there was a thought that kept nagging at him. “Y/N?” He said again.

“Yeah?”

“Did it — did I overstep when you were telling the team about the radiation? Because if I did—”

“No, I got to stop you there. You helped. I’d rather not have the attention.”

He furrowed his brow, but didn’t say anything more, letting you return to your book.

After that it seemed that the rest of the team was starting to pick up on your fierce intelligence, too. It was hard to ignore the books you carried with you, but Spencer thought it would have been impossible to not notice you. Not just because you were utterly beautiful, but because everything about your mind was captivating.

Morgan remarked on it when you found a pattern in the artwork of a string of victims’ homes. The artwork looked nothing alike, but you picked it up.

“This painting.” You said, pointing at it. “It’s German expressionist.”

“Okay?” Morgan said.

“It could be nothing, but the last victim had a print of German artwork in their home — it was from the dada movement — but they’re both from the same time period. The other two victims had books on the Bauhaus — an influential German design school that operated between the first and second world wars.” You explained. “I wouldn’t have said anything, but the average joe wouldn’t have German post-World War One art. All of our victims are interested in the same time period for art — seems like too much of a coincidence.”

Morgan stared at you.

“What?” You asked sheepishly.

“Did Reid just possess you for a moment there? How’d you know all that?”

You shrugged and changed the subject. “I’ll call Garcia and see if she can connect the victims through local art groups or galleries.”

Morgan stared at you as you walked off, phoning Garcia. Spencer came up beside him and squinted at the painting on the wall.

“I think I know how the victims might be connected.” Spencer said to Morgan, analyzing the painting.

“The art?”

Spencer looked at Morgan in surprise. “You know about German art?”

Morgan snorted and shook his head. He gestured to you. “Y/N is calling up Garcia right now. Can’t imagine how she knew anything about it.”

Spencer furrowed his brow. “I knew it, though.”

“Exactly.” Morgan patted Spencer’s shoulder and left to talk to Hotch.

You put the phone down and turned noticing Spencer looking at you. You smiled when you saw him. He loved the way you smiled at him, as if he was the only other person in the entire world. He felt his heart rate increase and new, scientifically speaking, that he was completely infatuated with you.

“Garcia found a connection.” You told him.

You said nothing to him of the connections you had made first, but it made him appreciate the fact that he knew all the more. You downplayed your accomplishments. He wanted nothing more than to be by your side so that he could learn about every one of them.

Rossi noticed during a case, when Spencer was reading one of the unsub’s journals. Flipping through the book quickly and absorbing the information.

“Hard to believe the kid can read that fast sometimes.” Rossi said to you. “He reads 20,000 words per minute.”

“It’s over 60 times the norm. He’s pretty amazing.” You said back.

“The norm?”

You nodded. “Yeah, average adult reads between 200 to 300 words per minute, he reads around 333 words per second.”

“You some kind of whiz kid, too?” Rossi asked.

You scoffed. “Hardly. I just read a lot.”

“So does Reid.”

“You know what I mean.” And with that you left Rossi, effectively stopping the conversation.

Spencer smiled, having overheard you two. Whether you wanted to or not, you would slip little bits of information that show just how much you were thinking. You couldn’t hide your mind completely, and Spencer couldn’t stop thinking about what conversations would ensue in just spending a day with you alone.

Your voice saying he’s pretty amazing kept playing in his head and he could feel his face flush. Did you know how that sounded? You thought he, of all people, was amazing - not his brain, or his skills, but him. Did you mean it to sound like that?

Rossi turned to Spencer. “You know your face is red.” He said.

Spencer stared at Rossi, but he couldn’t make his mouth form any words. A grin spread across Rossi’s face, reading Spencer like a book.

“It’s okay Doctor, I won’t tell anyone.” Rossi said, and got back to his own work.

The rest of the day Spencer could hardly focus on anything, constantly aware of where you were in the bullpen - or distracted when you left the bullpen to see Garcia because that meant you were gone. He tried to keep his head down and look at evidence, but you were so close and you thought that he was pretty amazing, and it was nearly impossible to think about anything else. By the time he felt satisfied enough with the work he had done that day to maybe pack up it was already dark out.

Spencer saw you reading at your desk in the bullpen. Everyone had gone home already, but you were there scribbling notes down. When Spencer neared your desk he saw the book, a book he had been reading two days ago.

You looked up and smiled at him in surprise, with those dazzling eyes of yours. You pushed your hair behind your ear and all that Spencer could think about was what it would feel like to touch.

“Hi, Spence.” You said. “What’s up?”

Spencer swallowed, and his world came to a standstill. The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I think I love you.” His eyes suddenly went wide when he realized what he had said.

He turned around on his heel and rushed towards the door. He could hear your chair scratch against the floor and you called out.

“Spencer!”

He stilled, his hand on the door. He wanted to run, to get as far away and hopefully have you forget about it and not lose your friendship. He never wanted to disappoint you or make you uncomfortable, but he couldn’t turn his back on you either. He turned his head slowly, afraid to see your face.

You didn’t look angry. You had a small shy smile on your face.

“I think I love you, too.”

He dropped his hand from the door. “You do?”

You nodded. “I do.”

He laughed, feeling giddy. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He confessed. “About your kindness and your brilliance, and just, you. I just — can I kiss you?”

“Why, Dr. Spencer Reid, I would like nothing more.”

That was all he needed before he was across the room, holding your face in his hands and kissing you. Spencer, with his eidetic memory, could not remember having ever been so happy.

[unhinged-summer-fun]

Congrats on 300! You are such an amazing writer, I’ve loved everything you shared with us! ❤️

For the prompt could you write a first kiss with Dave York or Frank Castle please? Thank you so much!

omg bb thank you so much!! I pushed myself to try and get out of Frank's head for this one LOL he's a funny monkey. I hope you enjoy!! (700 words)

Prompt 6/30 finished! Keep sending me prompts!

Sometimes you forget his past. Sometimes you think he forgets his past. It’s… well, comforting isn’t really the word for it, but it’s something like it. If there was a sad kind of comfort, an antithesis to nostalgia, a positive heartache. That’s what happens sometimes.

When he looks at you across the room, communicating a million things wordlessly, it’s like he’s swept you into a corny movie, everyone else falling away to nothing, leaving you, the four walls, and him.

But he probably doesn’t feel the same way. He has so many things in his head, memories and blood and literal bullets and regrets and unspoken love, that you never quite know how to talk to him about anything.

He doesn’t seem to want to talk about any of that, though. He wants to talk about you, wants to fill his fucked-up head with your sweetness and that happy numbness that soothes the raw nerves of his heart.

Which is why he asked you in simple words, “Would you go out with me on a date?”

And you responded, in simple words, “I would love to, Frank.”

He picks you up promptly at 6 for dinner at 6:15. He hadn’t gone on a real date in over a decade. Even his hookups were unconventional at best over the years. Here at your doorway, he feels like a ringbearer at his older cousin’s wedding, like he was 5 years old and his hair was too gelled for comfort and he needed to look and act on his best behavior or Aunt Margaret would gut him in the church.

He holds a simple small vase of flowers for you, already unwrapped and cut and watered. He heard Maria’s voice from the past echoing in his present. You’re not giving me a gift, you’re giving me a task. If I can’t enjoy these flowers the way they are when I get them, all I’ll think about is the fifteen minutes of work I put in to enjoy the fifteen seconds of work you put in to buying them.

He’d bought her one of those cheesy bacon bouquets the next year, and she’d given him a sage nod that said good job, husband.

But now he holds a gift (a true gift) in his hands and it feels like he’s holding his beating heart. Why aren’t you answering the door? Oh, right. He hasn’t knocked. You appear almost as soon as his knuckles meet the veneer, glowing and grinning up at him. Your face transforms into a delighted expression when you see the flowers.

“You didn’t have to!”

“Wouldn’t be a gift if I had to get it for you, sweetheart.”

You’re taken aback by his smooth reply, and for a moment, so is he. He chuckles good-naturedly and shakes his head before handing you the vase. You invite him in, nowhere he hasn’t been before. It’s a little different from the last time he saw the place. Your purse sits on the counter, ready for your date. All the shoes you usually wear are in the boot tray, you’re wearing pink high heels of all things. The curve of your calves blending into your knees makes his vision go cross a little, that unshakeable desire he’s always felt for you now allowed to manifest on his face.

You return to him, nothing special, you’re talking about something with hand gestures he never speaks with. You’re even looking at, talking to, his shoulder and picking off a stray hair you’ve found, before smoothing down the fabric on his jacket. Your monologue never misses a beat, until he leans down and catches your lips with his.

He’s doing this all backwards, he knows. Kisses are for the end of a date. Love and affection are for years down the line. Learning from marital bumps in the road shouldn’t be something he knows, not with something new and fragile and precariously full of potential. Maybe he just fucked it all up by kissing you here in your hallway. Maybe it’s another case of his mouth running before his mind. Maybe…

You’re kissing him back.

Maybe he doesn’t have to worry about all that right now.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 303: And What, Pray Tell, Is a “One For All”

Previously on BnHA: The Todorokis (really just Enji) looked at their children and went “how can we screw up all four of them in uniquely different ways” and proceeded to do just that. Touya was all “just because practicing how to set myself on fire better hasn’t worked to win my dad’s affections YET doesn’t mean it will NEVER work”, because child logic. Turns out setting oneself on fire real hard isn’t so effective at winning affections, but is actually incredibly effective when it comes to burning oneself to death, so there’s that. Back in the present day, the Todorokis basked in their various misplaced (again, except for Enji) feelings of guilt, and were all “anyway but get over yourself already Enji, you still have to do something to stop this kid”, and Shouto was all “I’ll help too”, and Enji was all “(╥_╥)”, and Hawks and Jeanist were all “[surreptitiously listening in from outside the door]”, and that’s basically where we left off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks and Jeanist are all “mind if we join you on this family journey?” and proceed to stroll in uninvited with their puns and their perceptive insights. Hawks is all “so to sum everything up, we’re fucked, but at least you have us here to help you out! by the way, no clue why I’m the first person to ask this in three hundred chapters, but wtf is One For All.” We then cut to Deku, who’s still all “[(－－)]z”, and All Might, who is all “I’m just going to ignore the extremely loud racket going on right outside this room.” Which, btw, is happening on account of Bakugou, who is all “(╬◣Д◢)” as Satou, Tsuyu, and Mineta cart him away. Anyway so that’s a lot of antics, and also it looks like Hawks has gotten tired of the Todorokis refusing to put the pieces together on their own about OFA and so he is fast-tracking that shit. And meanwhile Deku is chatting it up with the Vestiges exactly like we all thought. And now we have to wait another whole week for updates on all of this. This really is not fair.

omfg lol

“our bad, we were kind of accidentally listening in on purpose.” like I said last week guys, no fuss. it’s a tradition

OMG

I am absolutely fucking floored. Hawks literally said that so casually that it’s impossible for me to rewrite it so as to be even more casual. that’s literally what I would write in the “today on bnha” section. in fact I probably will write that

(ETA: just for laughs I tried it and it really worked.)

a couple more things to point out about this panel: 

“TOP 3” omg yes. more like “top only” at this point, honestly. interested to see how that goes

Hawks’s phone is freaking the fuck out about something, calm down there

I know this is a standard Jeanist hair-fixing gesture that he does all the time, but I can’t help but form hypotheses about this being a stress reaction because Hawks’s hair is making him internally freak out. Hawks, if this man tries to get you alone with him and some hairspray and a comb, please for the love of god do not listen to him. get out of there and call the authorities

omg Shouto’s face

okay confession, I wasn’t really sold on the whole “Shouto has a schoolboy crush on Hawks” thing until exactly now, when I became 100% sold on it. that is adorable

and heck with it, gotta show Enji and Rei’s reactions here as well because lol

“omg my son who’s not my son, and he just overheard everything about me being a terrible shitty father and person overall, oh and plus my actual-son set him on fire and called him out on a national broadcast. I’m just gonna stare at him baffledly.” versus Rei, who is all “hmm, who are these people”

so Hawks is all “I got released from the hospital after one day for some reason so I made Jeanist drive me around places while we talked about life” but uh, heyyyyy, what’s Rei doing

okay, uh

SO FUCKING FORMAL OMFG. “SORRY MY KID TRIED TO BURN YOU TO DEATH, APPARENTLY HE DOES THAT” REI NO IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT

HAWKS IS ALL “I’M JUST GONNA LAUGH SINCE THAT’S MY DEFAULT RESPONSE TO BEING PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLE”

let me tell you a secret Hawks, it’s my default response too. ahahahahahahaha oh thank god Jeanist is helping her up -- AND MAKING A JEANS PUN, OF COURSE. IT’S BEEN ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS. MY MAN WAS DYING

“WTF IS ILLEGAL DENIM” he’s talking ‘bout them counterfeit jeans, Rei. Antoine Bugleboy knows

THANK YOU JEANIST!! OUT HERE ASKING THE RELEVANT QUESTIONS

damn straight. we’re not gonna sit around waiting another 300 chapters for this information on this man’s watch

now Hawks is telling Endeavor he used to watch videos of him all the time, and calling him his “childhood obsession” I can’t

OH MY SWEET STARS AND MOONS

1000% CANON. “SO CLOSE...” ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU REALLY PUT THAT THOUGHT BUBBLE THERE AND EVERYTHING. “GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, SO JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN’T ALREADY AWARE, TODOROKI SHOUTO IS NOT ACTUALLY STRAIGHT.” HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I AM LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED. THIS IS AMAZING

and meanwhile that look on Hawks’s face while he casually-but-not-really-casually-at-all asks this question. that phone app better be using his actual voice. I’m not sure I could take this scene in the anime at this point if it was like Alexa talking or something

that look in his eyes is basically saying that so far, based on the information he has absorbed up until this point, Hawks is prepared to view his former childhood obsession as a flawed but changed man. however I get the distinct feeling that depending on Endeavor’s answer now, he would be willing to drastically shift some of his opinions on him

(ETA: this is maybe my favorite panel in the entire chapter. the fact that his question isn’t addressed to anyone in particular, but his eyes are zeroing on on Endeavor. and the way his leaning-on-Shouto pose manages to be simultaneously nonchalant and yet ever-so-slightly protective. there’s so much going on in this one question and gesture and I’m mildly obsessed with it.)

however, Rei is all “that was me” and ONCE AGAIN WITH THE FACES IN THIS CHAPTER holy shit

Hawks definitely did not see that one coming sob. it’s so fun watching him frantically recalculate his ideas about this family every two seconds

DAMN IT HORIKOSHI I UNDERSTOOD THE PARALLELS ALREADY, YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS

yes, Hawks, you get it. it’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. though unlike your shitty parents, Rei and Enji are at least trying

OKAY I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WITH ALL OF THIS

fljkdlaskfjlwkjl okay we’re doing the bullet-points breakdown here

first of all, the fact that poor little Shouto’s heart is still thumping away at this proximity and all he can think is “CLOSE” all intelligently as he stares at him with that face omg

and meanwhile Horikoshi has these STRATEGIC BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND HIS CHEEKS TO HIDE ALL OF HIS SHOUJO BLUSHING omfg. SENPAI NOTICED YOU SWEETIE!!!

HAWKS YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO OBLIGATION TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR LIFE WORRYING ABOUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES WHO NEVER SPARED YOU THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF REGARD OR CONCERN IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. THE NICEST THING YOUR MOM EVER DID FOR YOU WAS BUY YOU A $2 ENDEAVOR PLUSH FROM THE DISCOUNT BIN TO KEEP YOU QUIET, AND YOU WERE SO AWED BY THAT ONE ACT OF SORTA KINDA APPROXIMATE KINDNESS THAT YOU SHAPED YOUR ENTIRE WORLDVIEW AROUND IT. PLEASE LET ME PICK YOU UP IN A BIG HUG FOR JUST A SEC, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND YOU WERE ONE THOUSAND PERCENT JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING THEM IN THE DUST THE SECOND THAT YOU COULD

but all that said, he immediately recognizes that Shouto would also have had cause to do the same in his situation, and yet hasn’t. and so he has that much more admiration for him all of a sudden, which is just super sweet, and fully appropriate. Shouto does deserve props. I’m choosing to take this as an “it takes a lot of strength to be able to forgive, and people who choose to do that even though they’re not obligated to are really amazing" type of thing, as opposed to “people who don’t forgive other people who severely wronged them are bad.” and if I’m wrong and Hawks’s line here is meant to be seen as actual failing on his part, well then fuck that, but we’ll move on

SO NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS!

I am so, so curious as to what kind of strategy Hawks has for this (if he even has any), so I’ll just be quiet now and read

so Hawks is summing up basically what we already knew -- that Tomura and his inner circle (curious that there’s no mention of AFO, because if Hawks doesn’t know about him, that implies almost no one does) are still on the lam with a few PLF stragglers and some High Ends; that a bunch of prisons have been “liberated” (I assume this means all of the inmates escaped, so if that’s the case then where’s Kurogiri??); that the HPSC is fucked; and that heroes are resigning all over the place, and so civilians are taking matters into their own hands

OH DAMN!?

does this mean we’ll actually see some international heroes?? I will LOSE MY DAMN SHIT omg

(ETA: apparently people who paid more attention to the first BnHA movie than I did recognized the silhouettes as belonging to some background characters from Two Heroes. so maybe they were just cameos and they’re not actually new characters who are soon to join us lol. oh well.)

anyway so Hawks agrees with the other Todorokis that Endeavor has no choice but to fight

awww

DON’T WORRY ENJI THEY’VE GOT YOUR BACK. WITH YOUR FLAMES, AND JEANIST’S PUNS, AND HAWKS’S BOYISHLY GOOD LOOKS, THE THREE OF YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MINDS TO

so Enji is very pertinently asking why they’re standing by him in spite of the... [gestures vaguely to everything]

oh my lordy lord

Shouto you had better do something to combat this soon, or this man will sneak past you on my favorite character ranking after all. his face. his cheeky lil finger gun. the fact that he sums it up so fucking simply. “if someone is trying to do the right thing, I want to support them.” exactly. exactly

(ETA: and one last thing I love but forgot to mention, which is the fact that Hawks calls it a team-up despite the fact that he is clearly in charge.)

meanwhile Jeanist is all “as for me, at this point I just straight up don’t give a fuck”

I can’t handle how fucking cool this chapter is you guys

so Hawks is all “you good?” at Enji. and Enji...

if anyone needs me, I will be building myself a discourse-proof fort made entirely out of problematic characters. I don’t even care. I will go on living my life very happily in here

lol at Natsu being all “BUT DON’T THINK THIS MAKES US FRIENDS”

I’m living for this weird and no-doubt entirely unintended implication that Natsu and them all are gonna join in the fight with the rest of them. I mean, they do presumably all have very powerful ice quirks. and Natsu has medical training on top of that, and Fuyu is skilled at getting eight-year-olds to behave which could be a useful talent for dealing with Tomura hahaha I kid, but I’M JUST SAYING. who needs hero licenses anyway

OH SHIT FINALLY SOME DISCUSSION OF AN ACTUAL STRATEGY. even if it’s just a PR strategy

WHAKLHL

and now for some reason we’re flashing back to Natsu and Fuyu’s attempts to navigate through the media crowd outside the hospital

well I guess this is why I’m not the mangaka. if I were writing this I would have done something trite and predictable like using that “One for All” line as an excuse to cut to Deku!! as opposed to this entirely unrelated scene!!

seriously though why do we need to see this lol

no one in this crowd has ever heard of Alexander Dumas huh. or even the popular 2007 Disney Channel original movie, High School Musical 2

so now there’s an entire page of Hawks saying they need to know what One for All is, and Endeavor having one of those patented Todoroki WHOOSH realizations lmao look at this

just wait until this man figures out that one of the scrappy new interns he took on three months ago was actually the main character all along

SKDFIOHWIERLKSJGLWLK!!

NOW IS PROBABLY A GOOD TIME TO ASK MYSELF WHY I CHOSE THIS CHARACTER WHO KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SIX OR TWELVE OR FORTY CHAPTERS AT A TIME TO BE MY FUCKING FAVORITE. WELCOME BACK SON PLEASE DON’T SCREAM YOURSELF TO DEATH YOU STILL HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(ETA: can we just take a moment to appreciate how Bakugou even got so close to Deku’s room in the first place though. in this giant hospital with no idea of where to even go. does he have Deku Radar or something.)

YOU SIX ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY HIT LIST!! SPARE ME YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!! MY BAKUDEKU REUNION KEEPS GETTING POSTPONED WEEK AFTER WEEK!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEROES WHERE IS YOUR CONCEPT OF MERCY

(ETA: btw just to be clear, I’m not actually angry lol; it makes total sense that they don’t want this rampaging feral toddler who was still in his own coma all of fifteen minutes ago to come and start screaming at the other coma child until he tears all his stitches out. if there’s anything we Bakugou fans should be familiar with by now, it’s being patient.)

also, Tsuyu wrapping her tongue around Bakugou’s still-healing torso wound absolutely can’t be hygienic at all. also wait is that Inko??

(ETA: pretty sure it is her. she got all of one line smdh.)

Iida is all “thank god Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight pulled through, I thought for sure he was a goner back there”

for the record this is actually really sweet to see how relieved he is. he’s one of the few people who saw the original injury close up, back when he was still at the battlefield and unconscious, so I imagine it really did freak him out quite a bit

JIROUUUUUU

“sometimes I just like to stand here and tug on my imaginary suspenders, what of it”

how come you guys get to loiter around Deku’s room but Kacchan doesn’t. god fucking dammit. AND WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

I BET KACCHAN COULD WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS COMA WITH THE POWER OF RIVAL INTENSITY!! BUT NOOOOOOOO, [is dragged away back to my fort]

OH MY GOD!?!

"this seems to be an entirely normal and above-board situation that we have just stumbled onto”

I see Jeanist comes from the Iida Tenya school of respectfully using people’s full names

Jeanist becoming one of the main characters is the best thing to ever happen to this series

EXCUSE YOU, IIDA

BUT I’M SURE HE’D MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR KACCHAN THOUGH!! [elbowing my way back out of the fort] HAWKS, PLEASE --

DON’T GO ALL OMINIOUSLY PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER ALL ON YOUR OWN GODDAMMIT

“there’s absolutely no way this angry wriggling shoulder burrito kid here could answer literally all of my questions, so I’ll just ignore him”

OH MY GOD WE’RE FINALLY CUTTING BACK TO HIM BUT THE CHAPTER IS ENDING

[jumps up, throws a folding chair at Iida and the rest of the gang, and then runs]

oh my god. actually this chapter was awesome. but I’m so fucking mad at this cliffhanger though lol

at least we got a couple of answers! and some hints and teases! poor Deku looks so worn out even though he’s asleep dlwkjl my little green baby. and is it just me or is his quirk activated?? All Might’s all “I can feel it” as if it isn’t obvious just looking at him, why are you trying to be all mysterious dude

anyway! so at least we finally have confirmation and a date for those vestige antics at long last. looking forward to meeting Mister The Fourth next week so we can finally ask him “hey dude, what the fuck”

[virghogh]

NCT Dream Birth Charts x Hexaco Results Analysis pt. 3

recently NCT Dream were on a new reality show called Mental Training Camp where they are doing a variety of activities and all of their behavior and interactions are being analyzed by professional psychologists

ofc my virgo sun mercury ass was thrilled and I had their birth charts pulled up the whole time to cross reference.

I wanted to share some of my personal thoughts on how the 2 might connect!

Thank you for all the support on the previous parts <3

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 

**key: in the hexaco charts the blue represents the Dreamies, the orange is an average result of 300 college students who took the same test**

Haechan - “Popular and Ambitious” 

✨gemini sun // leo moon // cancer mercury // gemini venus // gemini mars✨

they started Haechans analyses by labeling him as popular and ambitious, and even without looking at the hexaco or his birth chart these 2 traits are very easy to see in him. Haechans birth chart and hexaco are really interesting and almost refreshing to me because everything is so straightforward. I honestly think Haechan is a very what you see is what you get kind of person. I think the psychologists on the show were feeling some of that interest and refreshing feeling too because they described him as being very different from the rest of the group (and the college students), and kind of special. A somewhat rare personality.

the first thing they talked about was his insane level of extroversion. I have to say when I first saw that I choked on air a little. Not only is it just ridiculously high, but it’s also so obvious given his birth chart too. looking at the hexaco chart, the focus on extroversion and then how the other areas are either just around the average or below is very interesting to me. we saw something similar in a few of the previous dreamies too. Some of them had highly above average scores for one area and to me that says a lot about the dominant parts of their personality. 

Looking at haechans birth chart, we all know he’s practically on par with Seventeens Hoshi for being an iconic gemini. Having such a social, extroverted and excitable sign in 3 different planets will certainly make someone extroverted, but charts have to be looked at as a whole as well and he’s also fortunate to have a leo moon because it doesn’t add any kind of introversion. He is a pure excitable, affectionate and social extrovert. His extroversion can be seen in the ways he’s very interested in whats happening “out there”. Gemini’s are very curious and restless and like to explore the world and environment around them, and have a lot to gain from connecting with people. 

Right after they mentioned this though, they quickly added that it’s actually somewhat rare for highly extroverted people to be highly conscientious too. If you look at his hexaco his next highest scores are conscientiousness and openness. Even though gemini is a mutable sign and likes to try new things and stay entertained, they are some of the most determined people I’ve ever met. You do not want to get in between a Gemini and their work. Gemini is a very mental sign as well, they’re good with tasks and enjoy getting them done and focusing on their work. As well as his firey Leo moon. Leo is a sign that I often think can change quite a lot depending on the chart and houses but his with the gemini, is creating a highly focused, ambitious and driven person. 

they described him as the “relief pitcher” for the team when in crisis. He’s the one that comes into the game for a round or 2 when things aren’t going well to secure their win, then steps back out. If this isn’t the most accurate description for haechan and gemini/leo?! Leo and Gemini are both highly intelligent signs, I feel like people don’t talk about that a lot with leo but it’s true! Also his combination of leo with gemini is interesting because sometimes people have drive, ambition and passion, but there are other placement that kind of complicate how it gets expressed. And they can’t always fulfill all of their desires and passions. But having all gemini and that one leo is really in his favor, he’s very “this is what I want, so I’m going to get it”. It’s easy for him. He can easily bring his ambitions to fruition which is why he’s the “relief pitcher”. It’s gemini magic and leo talent honestly.

this was the extent of what they said for Haechan but I have more I’d like to add! 

his openness is on par with his conscientiousness and that is also no surprise because even though gemini gets a rep. for being “detached” it’s actually a fairly open sign too. What gemini is open about depends greatly on the other placements, and in haechans case with his only other influences being leo and cancer, he can easily be open about those traits and desires. The attention, validation, love and affection. They are all very big parts of him, and he also has no problem speaking his mind. But he also isn’t as obsessive as other leo and cancer combinations because of his overwhelming gemini. It’s very “in this second I want affection” and then the next second he’s over it. With haechan I’ve always found it interesting how he is so openly affectionate but it never seems like an unhealthy attachment thing? he isn’t reliant on it, and can easily go from wanting it, to not. It’s very uncomplicated. This is also part of the Gemini rep. they are very flighty and their minds change by the second, but are also very self-reliant and independent. This is also why his emotionality is low even though his openness is high. Again, I don’t think he’s an emotionally driven person, he’s just open with his desires. 

tldr; talented, confident, skilled, self-sufficient and independent. He is driven by exploring the world and people around him, he enjoys making connections. Very open about his thoughts and needs, but emotionally uncomplicated. His drive and ambition is bottomless, never-ending. What he wants, he gets. 

Jaemin - “Optimistic My Way”

✨leo sun // capricorn moon // leo mercury // virgo venus // leo mars✨

I would like to start by saying that Jaemin is the sole reason that it took me so long to get this post out. This boy has always, and probably always will, confuse the hell out of me. And I’m sure he likes it that way. Actually, I’m confident he likes it that way because he admitted to the psychologists that on the test they took he answered number 3 for every question, so he wouldn’t have to reveal too much about himself. This is why they labeled him as “my way”, very “do what I want” kind of person. They said he really made them use a lot of brain power, and I relate lol. Even outside of this post every time I watch nct dream I’m always trying to understand Jaemin. So here goes my best shot at understanding this man. 

they mentioned jaemin is difficult and complicated, he’s hard to read, and he’s someone that cannot be perfectly described with one personality test. I agree, which is why I hope one day we can get those house placements please! 

The first thing that caught my attention based off his chart is how small his blue hexagon is. I actually had to double check that the blue was him and not the average😅 because of how he answered the test I don’t know how accurate the hexaco is? they didn’t really comment on that but they did continue to reference it. 

the main thing they talked about with Jaemin was about how he is very aware of what he does and doesn’t like, he knows who he gets along with and who he doesn’t, he has no problems showing when he doesn’t like something, and he is very uninterested and borderline apathetic when it comes to things and people he is simply not interested in. 

I think where I get really tripped up with Jaemin is because he has 3 leo placements, yet I feel like he doesn’t act much like a typical leo in my opinion? At least not to the cameras. I honestly think Jaemin might be someone who is very different off camera and at home. When I see jaemin I see flashes of it, but I get a lot of his earth influence. 

I want to start with his capricorn moon because I feel like it’s something i see the most in him. For starters, it is literally why he is so private. Even before this show, it was a well known thing amongst NCTzens that Jaemin is a very private person. He also comes off as very reserved, in control and calm. Jaemin answering every question with a 3, so that it neither over or under represents him, but puts him in the questionable middle, is very capricorn moon. Not wanting to be understood. Not wanting to appear as having any exact problems. They’re practical, controlled, level-headed... right? They’re not the ones with messy emotions, couldn’t be them.... That’s the whole capricorn struggle. The moon is put in a very tough spot with Capricorn. Scorpio moons are in fall and Capricorns are in detriment. But it works very differently. Scorpios have wickedly intense emotions that they are kind of scared of, so they hide them, but they want to be understood and feel safe enough to express them. Capricorn moons straight up deny their feelings. 

On the bright side though, I feel like his Capricorn moon is also responsible for the other part of his personality which is: how weird he is. Capricorn moons are also known for being ridiculously funny and weird. Very weird. I think this is also where his Leo comes in and kind of teams up with his moon. Leo’s are natural performers and sometimes when I watch Jaemin I find myself being like “he is really putting on a show right now” but not in a bad way, I’m always highly entertained lol. He is a natural performer.  

In haechan’s section I mentioned how, to me, leo is one of the signs that can change so drastically depending on the other planets and houses. I think jaemin is a really good example of this, because even without his hexaco chart we all know Jaemin is a huge introvert. He is actually a self-proclaimed introvert. He is open is the way he shows it, and he even said in a show that talking with people is hard because he loses so much energy. I think his Capricorn and Virgo play a big role in this and it’s why I’m so curious what his houses are and where that leo is. Because even though our moons affect us a lot, with 3 leo placements i would expect someone to be a little more extroverted. 

Where I also see a lot of his Leo though, is of course, with how affectionate he is. he’s also very creative and a huge provider. A big misconception with leo is that all they do is take. This is one side to leo, and Haechan is a good example of that side because he has the gemini and leo moon, but Jaemin is a really good example of the strong provider and caretaker side of Leo. With his earth placements too. he is definitely someone who prides himself on taking care of people. 

now to compare his hexaco to his birth chart, his extroversion, emotionality, agreeableness and honesty-humility is lower than average. Sure, part of that could be the way he took the test, but I also think it can be seen in his very controlling earth placements. Having earth in 2 of the planets that hold a lot of our emotions and expression, and the fact that it is virgo and capricorn and not taurus, is making him very in control of his emotions and expression, and he has strong boundaries. It also makes him more introverted. The low agreeableness is just his whole chart honestly. Leo is a fixed sign, and even though virgo is mutable, they still have very particular ways they like to do things, and capricorn is a leader and takes charge. 

His openness is interesting to me and I wanna say that I think it’s very similar to what I wrote for haechan. He’s open, but not necessarily emotionally driven. He is open about the things that drive him, so not emotions, but something else. Work. His morals and values. His boundaries. Things he does and doesn’t like! lastly, his conscientiousness also fits into this, virgo capricorn and leo are all extremely driven, passionate and hard workers and we know work and stability is a high value and priority of his.  

tdlr; hard to read, very private and likes it that way. He is driven by work, ethic, stability and providing. He knows his values, and has little interest in things he doesn’t care for. Optimistic, weird, funny and a natural performer. Likes to be in control and needs to recharge a lot. Probably the most different off camera and at home. 

and that’s part 3! Thanks you to everyone that has tuned into this series it was so much fun. Thoughts and feedback are always welcome <3

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Just read your post about if Anakin would've been fulfilled living a quiet life with padmé and it made me wonder. In a universe where the war ended do you think they'd have made it as a couple or gotten divorced later on? (you don't have to answer this obviously it's a tricky topic haha but I'm curious)

Hi!  I will admit upfront that I am not always the most fair when it comes to Anidala, it’s just not the dynamic of my heart and the interest I do have in it, it’s generally not explored in the way I would like.  (Which is fine, nobody is obligated to write me the kind of Anidala I’m interested in!  😂) I could honestly see it going either way.  I think they genuinely love each other, but without addressing Anakin’s issues (and, to a lesser degree, Padme’s as well), that they would be destined for a blow-up at some point or other regardless.  Because even GL talked about how his attachment to Shmi and Padme made him into Darth Vader--”He turns into Darth Vader because he gets attached to things. He can’t let go of his mother; he can’t let go of his girlfriend. He can’t let go of things.“ (TIME Magazine, 2002)  That doesn’t go away even if the war ends. So, the question then becomes--in a universe where the war ended, do I think Anakin would have really done the hard work of looking inside himself and figuring out what he really wanted?  I’m on the fence about that one, too. Generally, though, I do think that he would have gotten there without the temptation of Palpatine’s words to listen to, that as long as there was the lure of being told what he wanted rather than what he needed to hear, he would always listen to that instead.  Without it, I think he had a much stronger chance of actually listening to Obi-Wan and the other Jedi trying to help him, which would mean he would have to make a choice, about what he actually wanted out of life. I’m not sure what that is, to be honest.  My heart wants him to choose the Jedi, because I think it would have really benefitted him if he could have accepted their teachings emotionally and I think he loved the Jedi even if he held them at arm’s length in a lot of ways, but I’m not always that fair to Anidala, which I often can’t help but see as being built on loving the idea of each other just as much as they actually love each other.  Because they never got the chance to really know each other, they barely had any time together, their relationship was built on moments, instead of years, it was built on ten years of longing and the epic romance that had them getting married like a week after they met, it was built on holding onto each other through the war as one of the comforts they could soothe themselves with. But, in order for their story to have any meaning in the plot, they have to have loved each other genuinely, there has to be something genuine there, and of course they have some very cute moments and the comfort they gave each other before everything went to shit was real! I think a lot of it comes down to how much Anakin was willing to come to terms with himself, because that affects Padme’s role in the relationship as well--she loves him, she sticks with him through some truly monstrous things (she’s still willing to run away with him even after finding out he murdered the children), but she also has a breaking point where she will step away, if he doesn’t get his shit together. If it was up to me, I think they’d part ways and Anakin would finally be able to accept the Jedi fully, but, well, I would say that, wouldn’t I?  LOL.  I tend to think that, as long as Anakin was with Padme, he was going to want to keep filling himself up with over the top intense feelings, always chasing that epic, sweeping romantic feeling that he was so intoxicated by, rather than stepping back and finding balance within himself. And if that were anyone else but a level 300 psychic space wizard who connects with an energy field that literally works based on your emotional and mental states, then that could work out fine!  But Anakin is a level 300 psychic space wizard and the Force is an echo chamber of your feelings being blasted back into your face already, never mind when they’re extra intense feelings and thoughts.  And I’m not sure he really wanted to love in an in-control sort of way, as well as Padme was really, really into the epic, sweeping romance of it all and it shouldn’t be on her to put on the breaks constantly. So, I lean towards the idea that they’d separate, but I’m willing to be convinced that they’d have worked things out, too.  /sits firmly on the fence!