#I still want to draw pinky one of this days XD

[deez-art]

Cw: Blood

I made this drawing some time ago for @wimsiecal​ . I LOVED vampire Brain, ajklfjkdf still one of my favorite ideas and Wimsie’s art is a blessing. Hehe Guess this is the best time to share it Happy Halloween!! 

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[carewyncromwell]

“A waltz when she walks in the room, She pulls back the hair from her face. She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight... Even her shadow has grace. A waltz for the girl out of reach, She lifts her hands up to the sky. She moves with the music; The song is her lover; The melody's making her cry... So she dances, in and out of the crowd, like a glance... This romance is from afar, calling me silently...”

~“So She Dances,” by Josh Groban

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And to cap off my set of Valentine’s Day posts where I feature my MC’s and someone they care about...last but not least is my HPHL kelpie kid Ru! In the above picture, they’re pictured with Galen Stagg, who belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier, but this picture, this post, and this basic AF pencil test animation are actually about Ru’s relationship with their “keeper” and ttly-not-girlfriend Estrid Soelberg @that-ravenpuff-witch! (I wanted to overlay the two images, but the online sources I tried using to do so weren’t cooperating, so...eh. Here they are separately. XD)

When the kelpie who’d taken on the identity of the Ravenclaw student Rudolph Ollivander first encountered Estrid Soelberg, they did not like her. How could they, when it was because of her that they now wore a silver chain around their neck that she could use like a “leash” and keep them from transforming back into their true form and eating anything or anyone she disapproved of? Naturally Estrid didn’t care for Ru much either -- and really, considering that they nearly ate a first year, that also was pretty understandable. Over time, though, Estrid’s stance softened somewhat, upon realizing that there was an oddly sympathetic side to the carnivorous kelpie.

For one, Ru absolutely loved being at Hogwarts. It wasn’t obvious at first, given how laid-back and aloof they were, but their electric blue eyes were always bright and aware, never missing out on a single detail. Ru would spend hours and hours every day in the Hogwarts library, devouring every book they could. They would explore every corner of the castle grounds and memorize every shred of knowledge that came under their nose. They collected knick knacks and jewelry from Hogsmeade, even going so far as to pierce their ears in their third year, to the horror of all of the adults, both inside and outside of school. And this didn’t even touch on Ru’s great passion for history, magical creatures, Herbology, art, and especially photography. Their still Muggle photographs were always crystal clear and striking, from a view of the Black Lake taken from the Owlery to close-ups on the details of the winged boar statues near the front gates. Ru’s Muggle-style photography came alive in a way that magical photography -- which was still in its infancy and quite low in quality -- couldn’t capture. On the Christmas break of their third year, Ru also discovered and became very enamored with Muggle animation, which made crude drawings come to life -- Estrid, despite her best efforts, couldn’t bite back her laughter upon finding out that Ru had requested the permission of one of the snobbier girls in their year to use her as a model for an animation, only for the finished product to end up being of the girl picking her nose with her pinky finger.

As Estrid got to know Ru better, she decided to try showing them more compassion. For as inhuman as Ru was, and how eccentric, cold, and rude as they could be, their enrollment at Hogwarts truly didn’t seem to be motivated by anything malevolent -- it had truly just been the only way they saw for them to attend this school they’d been watching from afar and longed to see up close. And Estrid treating Ru with more respect and kindness, little by little, wore down Ru’s walls enough that they didn’t dislike her quite so much either. She not only was insightful enough to suss out that they didn’t like eating around other people and showed them the Hogwarts kitchens so that they’d have a place where they could eat in peace, but she didn’t see the need to fill the silence with worthless conversation the way so many of their classmates did. She could sometimes just let a moment be, let the emotions and time just rest for a while. With that, though, Estrid was actually a rather interesting person too, in her own way. She had her fair share of admirers for her appearance (which Ru acknowledged was decent enough, by human sensibilities), but she seemed actively disinterested and uncomfortable about it, instead being the type who was unafraid of being on her own. And yet despite this, Estrid truly wasn’t a loner like Ru was -- she had a gentle hand with creatures of all kinds, an artistic eye, and a soft smile that she rarely showed to much of anyone, but was always sincere. Most striking of all to Ru, though, was the way she moved when she danced. The way her limbs bent and stretched with such grace fascinated Ru. They wished they could slow down time sometimes, just to analyze every tiny little flick of her fingers or flourish of her ankle. Knowing that they couldn’t take enough pictures to capture the grace of her movements, and not yet having a camera that could take moving pictures, Ru settled on trying to animate Estrid. Most of the animations were very crude in the beginning, consisting of nothing but stick figures, but little by little, Ru studied the proportions of the human body (very different than that of a kelpie!) and tried to refine their technique. And before long, all of their animations ended up being modeled on Estrid some way or another -- the vast majority of them being her dancing ballet.

Another person who’d be in the room sometimes when Estrid was dancing was their yearmate Galen Stagg, who often practiced the piano while Estrid was dancing. Ru found the Gryffindor inoffensive for the most part -- like Ru and Estrid, he had a talent for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures (Ru could sense that Galen in particular had a magical gift for communicating with creatures, even more than Ru themselves did, considering they were actually a kelpie), so sometimes the three of them would end up in the library studying at the same table before a test. Galen was a bit of pansy to Ru’s taste, given his dislike for conflict or confrontation, but he like Estrid was soft-spoken enough that he never gave Ru any real headaches.

One day while Estrid was dancing and Ru sat off on the sidelines (sitting with their legs crumpled up in such a manner that one could wonder if they’d ever learned how to cross their legs properly), Galen took a break from playing to come over and sit down next to the messily-dressed Ravenclaw on the floor. Although he himself really enjoyed drawing too, he’d always felt like Ru tolerated him more than liked him and so had been hesitant to ask Ru if he could see any of their artwork. This day, though, he finally mustered up the courage to ask.

“...May...may I see what you’re working on?”

Ru lowered the page they’d lifted to fine-tune and shot a look out the side of their eye at him.

“...It’s not finished,” they said bluntly.

“That’s all right!” said Galen self-consciously. “That is...I don’t mind, if it’s still sketchy.”

Ru considered him for a moment silently. Just when Galen opened his mouth, ready to say that Ru didn’t have to if they didn’t want to, the kelpie held their sketchbook out in one hand for Galen to take.

With a surprised, but relieved blink, Galen took it and looked at the top page. It was still only a cluster of loosely connected circles and ovals, but Galen could just barely make out what it was.

“It’s Estrid,” he realized, his jade-colored eyes lighting up. “Isn’t it?”

Ru nodded curtly, their gaze drifting off to watch Estrid at the barre.

“That’s just the last frame,” they said in a very low, nonchalant voice.

“Frame?”

“Of animation. Pick up the next eight pages and flip them one by one.”

Galen did so -- and to his delight, he watched as the little cluster of ovals and circles unfolded its arms and spread them in a graceful arc that flourished at the wrists.

“Wow, Ru,” said Galen, impressed, “it looks just like Estrid! I mean, the movement looks just like hers. You really captured the grace of her arms.”

Ru’s electric blue eyes swiveled absently in Galen’s direction, but they didn’t turn around or meet his eyes. Instead their gaze returned to Estrid as they brought up a hand and smoothed some of their long black hair behind their ear.

“...You reckon?” they asked, their quiet voice oddly contemplative.

Galen looked at Ru, surprised. Were they...blushing?

Feeling a wave of compassion for the Ravenclaw all of a sudden, Galen offered them a smile.

“...Yeah. It’s really nice, Ru. I’m sure it’ll be smashing when it’s done.”

Ru’s eyes stayed on Estrid, narrowing slightly.

“The way she moves...” they said lowly, “I’ve never seen anyone else move like that. Even other dancers. It...seems like something that shouldn’t just disappear into the void, when the moment is over...like everything does, sooner or later. I’ve tried to photograph her before, but it doesn’t capture the movement. Even when I take a lot of still pictures one right after another, or when I actively try to get shots that blur, it doesn’t work. And magical photographs...hmph! They’re an absolute joke. They deteriorate so easily, and their quality is atrocious.”

Galen smiled sympathetically. “Well, wizards really have only had them for a short while...I reckon they might need a little time to catch up, right?”

Ru scoffed loudly through their nose and mouth, sounding rather like an offended horse. “It’s pathetic.”

They rested their hands behind them on the floor, leaning back slightly.

“So...the only way I could try to capture the way she moves -- to make it last, past that moment, was to draw it. It’s not exactly easy to get her hands right, though,” they added sourly under their breath.

“Hands are every artist’s Achilles’s heel, I think,” said Galen with a quiet laugh.

His green eyes softened. “...You really care about Estrid a lot, don’t you?”

Ru’s face flushed a bit more darkly as they whirled on him with a glare.

“Don’t read too much into it, Stagg. I find her movements interesting. That’s all.”

Despite Ru’s denials, however, Galen thought to himself that Estrid was pretty lucky, to have someone in her life who’d put in so much effort to try to memorialize her in a lasting way. He wondered if Ru even realized just how sweet and selfless of an instinct that really was.

[randompasserbyer]

For the D.I.D meme, 1, 6, 16 and 17

sytfuygihnoi #1 is a big one so I’ll answer the other 3 in another ask lmao

1.  Introduce your headmates/alters. How many are there? What are they all like?

So, there’s 26 of us, give or take 2, so I’ll try to give brief descriptions of everyone in order of when they split. Thank you for asking uwu

Blue is our host. He's the one we all refer to as the owner of the body. His form in the headspace shifts depending on his kinshift, but he’s usually presenting as an Underswap Sans fictive. He uses he/him pronouns a lot but he’s genderfluid and often doesn’t consider himself a man and appreciates being called a woman despite using he/him pronouns. Gender is confusing tyfugihop

Sam is the main protector/gatekeeper of our system. She’s been around the longest, she was the first that Blue was aware of when he noticed the system, and we all kind of look up to her. She’s a “take no shit” type of person and we’re all very grateful for her. She looks like a ghost and I don’t know how else to describe her iohguyfutd

Quadi is our main trauma holder. She rarely fronts and I have zero clue how to describe what she looks like. Nobody ever interacts with her in the headspace because she’s always in her room. If she fronts,, just send her love and support.

Shnep is.. well, I don’t actually know her role, to tell you the truth oiugfyt She looks like Walmart-brand Flame Atronach from Skyrim. She only gets to front if Sam lets her front and it’s a controlled environment. Loves to play videogames tho. Murder Mystery is her favorite cause she gets to let loose.

Watcher is our persecutor. He’s only gotten front, like, twice in the last year but he causes plenty of harm in the headspace. He can shapeshift and the only way we can tell it’s him is that his eyes will stay black. He’s been around just as long as Sam, but you can never find him unless he wants you to. Our protectors are good at keeping everyone safe.

Zane is our sexual protector/trauma holder. He stays in his room as well but we’re free to come visit him at any time. I don’t,, really know?? how to describe him?? He’s another shapeshifter but I personally haven’t interacted with him since I formed so I can’t tell you much ftuhiojn

Viper is a giant skeleton lamia and while I personally quake in fear, he’s a genuine sweetheart and he loves talking to people. He knows broken English but he doesn’t let that stop him. He actually went dormant shortly after forming and nobody knew he even formed until he woke up a year and a half later and everyone went “Huh?????”

Nightshade is an Error Sans fictive. He’s another one of our protectors and he’s really good at his job. To be more specific, he’s an avenger, he helps us deal with our abusers. He’s gotten over his haphephobia for the most part since splitting, though it flares up around strangers and honestly I don’t blame him.

Template is a Template Sans fictive lmao. creative nickname I know XD He’s a middle and Nightshade is fiercely protective of him. He loves to play videogames and draw. Ask him about Spyro or Pokemon ;) He keeps going in and out of dormancy so,, idk when he’ll front again but he always seems to have a good time when he does.

404 is a Blueberror fictive. He’s fairly impulsive and.. yknow, I want to say he’s impulsive, but the guy has so many amnesia barriers about his entire being that I can’t say it for certain. He’s a cryptid. You’ll never see him in the headspace unless you see one of his soft triggers and he has so few of those lmao (Our partner says he’s like Ghostbur but hyper, so take that as you will)

Gold is a Birdtale Sans fictive. He doesn’t like to talk unless you’ve gained his complete trust, or he’s alone. He’s very much a “body language is a universal language and it’s the only language in the universe I know” kind of guy. He tells great puns tho. He’s pretty chill. Apparently he formed like.. years ago?? And Sam had just been blocking him from the main area of our headspace for a really long time??

Squid is our Ink Sans fictive (are you seeing a pattern here? Hyperfixation go brrrr). He’s chaos but he can be pretty down to earth if he wants to be. He’s stuck in a state of constantly missing his old life, though. He loves to draw and leave long supportive chaotic comments on other people’s art. If he can’t draw, he gets anxious.

WDG is our Handplates Gaster fictive. His lab takes up the entire basement of the headspace mansion and half of it is just an entrance to the Void, which only he and Shard can access. He’s very analytical and emotionally and physically distant, but he’s really good at making sure the body is taken care of. He likes to document everything he does and when so it’s pretty easy to see what he did when he fronted. Terrified of his curiosity though, that skeleton loves science way too much.

Shard and Sunshine are a subsystem Shattered!Dream fictive. Sunshine is really sweet but very paranoid and sensitive. Shard is actually both a persecutor and a protector. Kind of a.. “Nobody gets to hurt this system except me” kind of vibe, yknow? He’s been working hard to reform though because he hurt our partner once and felt really bad. He’s come a long way ^^

Viola is an Underswap Sans fictive, but she split from a fanfiction called By the Angel (it’s nsfw if you look it up, but it’s got a great plot lol). She’s actually transgender since her fic has her as he/him and we’re very supportive of her <3 She’s.. I don’t know how to describe her other than she’s got an old soul and a old-fashioned way of speaking. She loves to listen to kulning videos. Swedish culture really vibes with her.

Drake is a fictive from a really old Minecraft roleplay called The Haunted. He’s half Enderman and he can do magic. He’s kind of timid and his anxiety is always through the roof. He gets hella dysphoric when he fronts and often has headaches and we’re?? not sure?? if he’s a subsystem or not??? with Herobrine??????? He won’t tell anyone if he is or not, he just dodges the question.

*inhale* Pinky is a vampire Ink Sans fictive. He’s what would happen if you gave a vampiric opossum a bigger body lmao. He’s incredibly mischievous (and a tad selfish, if you ask me) and likes to cause pranks at the worst times. He adores our partner though.

TB is a Technoblade fictive/factive. Both?? It’s hard to tell with him. He looks like a twunk piglin and behaves like one too. He’s taken on the role of protector recently, though, and he monitors any new splits until we’re sure they’re not going to hurt the body or any relationships with other folks. He likes to talk about piglin culture a lot. (he kins Billiam and it’s entertaining to watch him call everyone peasants and poor when we too are in fact poor)

Phil is our Philza fictive. He’s the dad friend of the system, the caretaker. He takes a very neutral stance on things and will often refuse to step into a fight, but he will try to calm folks down. I can’t tell you how much of a comfort he is. He loves to talk about his past life and his little family, though he gets sad about it sometimes.

Ghost is our Ghostbur fictive. He loves pranks and he’s very sweet. He has so much blue, you would not believe. He’s such a softy and loves to make people smile. He either hangs around TB, Phil, or Theo and he doesn’t usually front alone. He does have Alivebur shifts but he essentially just gets really edgy and depressed in a sort of self destructive way, but he’s still soft. He just tells really wild jokes and he’s a lot more impulsive.

SNL/Space Heater (he doesn’t have a good nickname yet) is our Sapnap factive/fictive. He really enjoys front but he doesn’t really get much done when he fronts tfuygiuhoip He just reads fanfiction lmao. He loves Dadboyhalo and Dreamnap content. He’s a pretty chill guy, doesn’t get into a lot of fights. He just wants to have fun.

Theo is our protege!Tommy fictive. He actually split from the popular fic Rewind and he’s just been.. vibing? He gets along well with Sapnap most of the time but he’s had a lot of trouble warming up to TB, Phil, and Ghost. I think he enjoys front?? He fronts often enough. I don’t know how to describe him except that he’s very Tommy-like lmao

Fakier is our newest split. He’s an ARG Wilbur fictive. He doesn’t like to talk too much about himself but he loves to infodump about codes and cryptic stuff like that. He’s actually done a lot with taking care of the body and taking long walks outside and just, enjoying life. He did leave the windows open on a really cold day tho and our apartment hasn’t been warm since :\ He seems cool, I’m just annoyed that my fingers and toes are freezing off lmao /hyperbole

We’ve had a few integrate over the past two years so it’s hard to keep track of how many there are for sure, but that should be everyone. Sorry for the wall of text dytufibonk Hope you liked the answer tho ^^ I’ll answer the other 3 answers tomorrow in a post together and @ you so you don’t miss them uwu

[blackdragon-selfships]

3, 5, 8, 10 - media game!

Thanks, Alma! 💖

3. Tell us a favorite quote from your f/o!

It’s hard to choose just one! XD He has so many good ones... I’ll go with this, cause I like it but it isn’t as overused as one of his other ones:

“Viren! I’m nothing if not elegant and efficient!”

It kind of teases at his ego a bit, but not in a way it’s overbearing and annoying. lol Mostly because I think it was meant as a tease on his part, even if it was believed to be true by him as well.

Another is a more serious line, which I have gone over and over in my head because it’s some kind of clue...but the one I shared was more favorable. lol

5. Give us a song you associate with your f/o / your ship!

Oof another difficult one. XD I again have several. But I think...as of now I will still say this one fits Megavos nicely:

https://youtu.be/GDTD24KsdGc

Edit: Actually the one above just fits Aary in general too...doesn’t have to be Megavos. It could be anyone he formed a genuine connection with.

And one that fits Aaravos himself...

Either this one: https://youtu.be/fT2LBOUIdv8

Which would be when he woke up to the fact he can and will live his life how he wants...or something like that. Mostly this goes with my Headcanons for his past (childhood and up) before Xadia.

Or this one: https://youtu.be/DwTogmKwYWo

Which I think (ignoring the song’s original context) would fit so well with when he was imprisoned. They tried to keep him quiet when he was exposing the truth about the imbalance in power in the world (this is a theory I have, of course. Not confirmed canon) and he refused to be broken even after they tried to silence him. He’s still fighting back even if he looks like the bad guy for doing it.

8. Describe your f/o with only the pictures you have on hand!

10. Gush pass! Feel free to talk about whatever regarding your f/o!

I’m not that great at gush posts... lol But I’ll talk about some of my favorite physical things about him:

1.) Eyes: I love eyes regardless, but he just would not be the same without the eyes he has. I catch myself looking at them above any part of him. Even the pretty stars all over his skin. Those eyes are just...they’re perfect. I love his eyes, and that is something he took a long time to fully believe and accept.

2.) Ears: Before TDP I did not like elf characters much. This has nothing to do with this part of the gushing really, but ears were really all that told elves apart from humans in other media I watched or read. Now there are horns and four fingers as well, sure, but again not the point. The point...it must be because of how I feel about him, but his ears are...really cute?

I look at them a lot too and I think they’re cute. The way they poke out from behind his hair (that bullet point is coming soon) so casually and move some to show mood or let you know he’s tuned in when he hears you. They’re just cute and I enjoy drawing them. (As well as messing with them when he lets me. lol)

3.) Hands: The hands in general. I look at this picture of him:

And at his hand further from the viewer especially and think about how I would want to hold it... Not uncommon when it comes to f/os I’ve found, but it’s such an innocent thought, right? I also imagine examining one in detail as we’re just casually sitting or laying together. Maybe counting the individual stars or comparing its size and shape compared to mine. Also that the fact there isn’t a pinkie and just exploring the hand innocently enough.

4.) Hair: Yeah, this was coming. Again, his hair is fun to draw once I’ve gotten the hang of it. lol It also looks so soft and the way it looks kind of shiny in certain light too... Also how it glows when he uses powerful magic. Mostly I think about running my fingers through it (again, not an uncommon thought with couples) and playing with it casually. Not exactly styling or fixing it up. It just seems like a stimming activity if he didn’t mind.

5.) Horns: Again...fun to draw. I don’t know how they did it, but the TDP team made such a fun character to draw. Once you get the hang of all the details, the shapes are so fun. I don’t know how to describe it.

Anyway, I really like his horns for more than the shape or color or anything. I’ve mentioned this before to a friend (won’t share names in case you’d rather stay anonymous) about one day it really hitting me that those horns are an extension of him. They actually are attached to his skull under all that hair. I don’t know why that fascinated me so much, but in context of being there with him, it’s a soft moment to think about. I might share the story in detail someday.

6.) Skin: It was coming eventually. lol Yeah, that starry night sky skin gets a mention. It’s sparkly, it glows, and it looks damn good on the shades of blue the rest of his skin is. But I also love how animated they are too. They don’t just sit on him like normal freckles or markings. They actually twinkle and seem to ‘breathe’ in how they sparkle, some even fading out completely before being replaced by one further down.

I also headcanon he can control not only the intensity but also make them fade out completely at will. As well as less controlled moments where they change based on extreme emotion, energy drain (magical) or...in death they become dull and probably fade completely eventually.

7.) Sense of humor: Finishing on a positive, his sense of humor is delightful. lol He’s teasing, silly, and so unapologetic about it...but usually not cruel in the process. He can be, if you cross him or he’s annoyed at you/is trying to annoy you, but otherwise not really. He’s the kind of guy that has seen so much of life he knows when to be silly and when to be serious, and he utilizes this skill well.

And there you have it. An attempt at a gush session, but an organized one. XD As an artist and a visual learner, I find it easier to talk about the visual over anything else. So, yeah. Thanks again for the Ask!

Media Ask Game!

[bowieandqueen11]

He Knew Well Enough / Reddie Imagine

Request: Can I request a fic where after defeating Pennywise, Eddie is taken to the hospital and Richie confesses his love for Eddie at his bedside? Holding his hand and just trying to comfort him as much as he can since he’s badly injured but everything ends up being ok! 

@howelloutforharambe thank you so much this is the fix it idea I need XD

Eddie’s never felt so cold.

The doctor had the posture of a soldier. Every action she took was precise and purposeful. She smiled in the cold and distant way professionals do. Eddie needed a genuine face, preferably a smile, but if not he’d really rather they didn't fake it. He wanted his aspirator, he wanted to get out of here. Behind the gun-metal spectacles her eyes were as grey as the washed-out bed sheets and the lines around her mouth gave no indication that she ever lost herself in laughter. All fake smiles.

 It reminded him of his mother.

He tried to fall asleep, lying there in the empty cream room. He stared up at the swirling ceiling, feeling uncomfortable as hell despite the fact he had spent most of his life staring up at these very ceilings. The green blanket covering his midriff felt extra coarse against his skin today, his body felt flushed and hot. He missed his friends. He thought he could see them, running past the door sometimes, waving at him as he lies stuck here. There goes Big Bill. He wonders how he managed to get Silver into the hospital, next goes Stan, the bandages still wrapped around his head, the scars that would never truly heal. And for a moment, despite being so separate from them, from his childhood, from the best years of his life, he didn’t feel so bad. Because here comes Richie. Smiling, he lies back against his pillow. He can die happy now.

Little did he know, that it really was Richie Tozier, fumbling down the slate grey floors, and the dove walls, his hand clasping his stomach . Above the ceiling is made from those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame. The light is too bright for his eyes after the darkening gloom outside, he finds it abrasive, enough perhaps to bring on one of his migraines.

Eddie seems to be far, far away when he opens the door, his eyes barely fluttering to him as Richie saunters in, his eyes widening at the set of the boy he had loved since he was thirteen years old. He clasps his hands open and shut into fists that draw blood from his palm, so unsure as to what to say or do after what happened.

‘You know... I had a panic attack during the way in. Honestly, I thought I’d be the one that died before I reached you.’

Eddie lifts his head a little, a stupid smile gracing his face to see Richie, believing him to be an angel ready to take him away to where his mother now is.

‘I’m ready to go.’

‘Jesus shit Eddie, I’ll take you home in a few weeks. But we still have that massive hole in your stomach to sort out.’

As if on cue, the pain throbs in Eddie’s guts; it's deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It feels like someone has their hand in there and are squeezing his organs either gently or as hard as they can. When it wanes he can move, when it returns he can only hold still and breathe, breathe slow and deep until it has passed, as if nails were rustling around in there. He barely feels Richie moves towards him, collapsing down onto the old wooden chair by the side of his bed. He believes Richie to be tenderly placing one of his thick hands onto his forearm, apologising profusely as he groans. He believes him to be softly stroking against his skin, his thumb doing figure eights over his goosebumps in order to try and calm him down. And the pain fades with each swirl, as Eddie remembers the reason he was here in the first place, and it makes everything worth it. 

If he had to die to save Richie Tozier’s life, he would. After all, he was the boy who killed monsters.

He gives a dopey grin as a tear begins to trickle down Richie’s face, one he quickly rubs away with his thumb and a small sob, nearly hitting himself in the face as his knuckles bounce against his glasses.

‘Hey’, Eddie starts, his raven black hair falling slowly over his forehead, ‘you need to change those glasses, man, it’s been like thirty fucking years.’

Richie laughs quietly through the sobs, the sound dying out as Eddie continues, ‘hey, I’ll buy you some when I get out. I’ve also missed the ice cream around here. But I want you to go with me. I’ve always only wanted to go with you. Only you.’

Richie held in his breathe, not daring to move or even look at him as his pinkie bumped against his, before his trembling fingers finally find the courage to slowly slide over his, enveloping them completely. When he realises that he’s not tugging away from him in disgust, he slowly interconnects his fingers with his completely. He grasped onto Eddie’s hand, an unspoken promise to another, that in this moment, they don’t have to face the world alone.

‘For someone who’s so good with talking’, he starts as Eddie stares into his eyes, ‘I’m pretty bad at it. Whenever I try to express the emotions whirling in my soul, my throat tightens blocking me from saying anything. They always have, and it’s killed me to let you slip out of my grasp again and again and again. But Eddie, I’m a coward, I am. I can carve as much into that stupid kissing bridge as I want, but it didn’t make a difference. I should have told you that day in the hammock when you kicked me in the face, or that day when I saved you from Pennywise, but as you well enough know, my timing is always shit.’

‘Rich, what are you trying to say?’

‘Shit, Eddie, I’ve always been in love with you.’

‘Yeah... I knew well enough, Richie. Jesus, you weren’t exactly subtle. I didn’t realise I wasn’t so obvious as well.’

‘Fuck, Eddie’, Richie’s voice wobbles as he gives a wavering smile, the tears finally pouring down his cheeks, allowing all the fear and anger from the last few days to roll down his cheeks like hot rain, ‘you could have died before I told you this.’

‘Better me than you, eh?’

He chuckles slightly as he lowers his head down towards Eddie’s neck, his hair tickling his chin as a slow huff of his breath breaks Eddie’s skin out in a set of shivering goosebumps. He brushes his fingertips gently down the curve of Eddie’s flushed cheek, silence enveloping the two of them in a comfortable affinity as Richie thanks everything he can think of for letting Eddie survive.

His thumb traces lazily over Eddie’s knuckles as his breathing begins to even out again, the stray locks of his hair falling over his eyes as he gently places an arm over his chest, the look of unreserved love and awe in Eddie’s wide, swirling eyes enough to nearly send him into another panic attack. 

‘Well, I have the rest of my life to make this all up to you.’

[sick-chick-writes]

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Yo guys. This took me forever and a year just to figure out a title. xD Like yo, I stared at my PC for like a good 10 minutes trying to figure this out. Haha.

BUT, ANYWAY. This fic is a ride and a half. There’s a lot of k!nk’s in this. We got your, B D S M, Spanking, Degradation, A slight breed k!ink towards the end, Non-con, Drug use AND MOAR. So please read this at your own risk. With that being said~

ENJOY! This is a long one. <3 

"What would you do if I put all five fingers on this pretty face of yours? Hm..?"

Tomura sneered at you. You were frozen in place in a back alley. Your breath quickening at the threat he gave to you. You could feel your heart pound in your chest. Fear. Pure and utter fear coursed through your veins like heroin. Your eyes widened ever so slightly. Your lips parted as if to say your rebuttal, but nothing came out of it.

Tomura smirked. 

"Heeehh... You want to say something, hero scum?"

His voice deepened as he leaned in closer. Four fingers sat upon your forehead. Your hands trembling as they pressed against the wall behind you. You could feel the grummy wall through the thin material of your hero suit. Your dry lips parted once more as a tiny voice escaped past your trembling lips,

"Let me... Let me go."

Tomura upon hearing your pathetic plea made him bellow in laughter. His free hand clutched his thin stomach. He was a lanky guy.

"Hah..? Let you go? That's probably the best thing I've heard all week." He cackled out. But after a small sigh after his fit of chuckles, he leaned in close. You could feel his breath against your skin. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered in a husky and slightly airy voice.

"Say... Hero. Why don't we have a little...-"

He paused as he moved over to your other ear. He put emphasis on the last word, drawing it out.

"Fun."

Your eyes widened like saucers. No... You didn't want too. You didn't want to go with this despicable man. You had a sinking suspicion what what exactly what he meant by... well. Fun. This time, you struggled. Your flight or fight response kicking in with the adrenaline that you felt.

"No!"

You screamed out as you flailed your arms to get his hand off of your face. One hand reached to push him away. You wanted to escape. You needed to escape. To run away. You didn't want this. Not even if you two were the last people on Earth. Not even if it was a life or death situation. Tomura gave an almost cocky smirk at your feeble attempts of running away.

"Oh ho? You think you get a choice in this? Huh, Hero!" He questioned, his voice having a mocking tone. He laughed at you. This was pathetic to him. He grabbed one of your fighting hands and pinned it against the cold and rough brick wall above your head. Only his pinky stood out so that he wouldn't disintegrate you. Well... Not until he had his fun that is. But, this depended on his mood.

His other hand shifted it's grip to your forehead to instead grab at your wrist. He pinned that hand against the grummy brick wall as well. Then, he shifted his grip to where one hand held both of your struggling hands. His actions were quick and calculated. Almost as if he predicted that this would happen. Then again, you probably weren't the only Hero he's had his so called fun with.

You lifted your knee upwards to kick him where it surely would count. You were desperate to get away. But, Tomura blocked your knee with his leg, forcing it back down. Then he shifted said, leg between your own. His knee pressing roughly against your clothed pussy to keep you in place. The feeling was uncomfortable and definitely not wanted. Still, you were squirming under his rough touch.

Tomura hummed. Perhaps more so towards himself than anything.

"Hm... Say, Hero? Why don't you go to sleep for a little while, Mh? This will probably be much easier, wouldn't you say?"

He offered a fake, overly kind smile. Though his words held a malicious intent.

"No! I don't want too! Let me go!"

You wailed out. Tears welling up into your eyes as the fell down the smooth skin of your cheeks. You looked pathetic in Tomura's eyes. But then suddenly and quicker than you could react, Tomura moved one of his hands to grip your hair. He slammed your head into the brick wall behind you.

Pain. Pain was the first sensation you felt until your eyes started to cloud. You felt strange. Very strange at that. You started to have tunnel vision. Before you knew it, you were unconscious. Tomura watched your body crumple down to the grimy alley road under him. He stood over you for a few seconds before grabbing your body and throwing it over his shoulder. From there he took you to the League's hide out. Specifically into the basement where nobody could hear your screams or find you.

Hours later you finally started to part your eye lids only to meet darkness. You felt a throbbing pain on the back of your head.

'What happened? Where am I?'

You thought to yourself. You went to reach to rub the throbbing ache behind your head, but.. for some reason you couldn't. Then your memories came falling through your brain like a waterfall. Everything came flooding back. You screamed bloody murder. You thrashed about on the cold hard table you were strapped too. The metal cuffs digging painfully onto your skin. You were clad in just your bra and panties.

Cold. It was so cold. You screamed for help. You screamed for mercy. You screamed in frustration. So many emotions welled up inside. How long has it been? Four days... Maybe a week or two? You lost track of time sense you had a blindfold on.

You were still strapped to the table. Your voice hoarse from screaming. The small flame of hope you had a day or so prior slowly faded away. During your stay you were fed some sort of food that you've never had before. The first few days you rejected any kind of food or water. A hunger strike of sorts. But as the days went by, your hunger and thirst grew. You were rapidly losing weight and dangerously at that.

So finally after what felt like 5 days, you caved in. It was a strike to your pride. Or, rather, what little was left of it. For each time that it was for you to eat, they would remove the blindfold. The various people who came in to feed you, refused to tell you what day it was. They said, quote,

"It's Tomura's orders."

Usually two people came by to feed you. One was a girl dressed in a high school uniform it seemed. She had blonde messy buns on ether side of her head. She threatened to stab you with a syringe on multiple occasions. She always had a slightly crazed look about her face.

The other was a man. Probably in his early to mid twenties. He looked gruesome. Reddish and almost purple-y scaly patches of skin littered his body in large chunks. This was accompanied by multiple piercings and staples as if it was keeping the two types of skin sealed together. Or perhaps it was some sort of body modification. You never cared to ask. He always teased you and belittled you.

It was frightening. They both were, but for different reasons. You hated this. However, this went on for several weeks. It became routine. Two times a day you would get fed. Although you were never let out of the chains and cuffs. About 3 times a day you were allowed to use the bathroom. Although during those moments you weren't allowed to take off the blindfold. So, it's location was a mystery to you.

Finally after a month and a half later, you got to meet your captor. You couldn't forget his voice even if you tried. It brought a bubbling sensation of fear through your chest. You heard footsteps. You figured that perhaps, it was time for you to eat again. But... these footsteps were different than the other two whom never gave you their names. You heard the door slam shut behind the mystery person as they descended the stairs towards your 'room'.

You didn't dare ask who it was. You heard a grumpy sigh and something being sat down on the small end table next to the large metal table you were laid upon. The mysterious man smirked as he spoke,

"You seemed to have mellowed out, huh former hero?"

It was then that you knew. It was your captor, Tomura. Your breath hitched into your throat. Your body tightening in response to his gruff voice. Fear welled up through your chest as your heart beat quickened. You clenched your teeth and refused to speak to this man.

"Hm..? Not going to talk?"

He said in a rather teasing tone. Tomura leaned over the table that you were strapped down too. You could feel his hair tickling your cheek. He whispered in a deep and commanding voice.

"Say... If you don't respond, it just might make me angry and we don't want that do we, little hero? So if I were you, I'd respond to your master."

His voice sent chills down your spine. Goosebumps rose along the planes of your body. Yet, you still had resolve in you. Thus, you still didn't respond. Tomura gave you a good minute to talk back to him. He stood back up and the tickling of his hair left your skin. He sighed.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Now, let's see what kinds of voices I can force out from those pretty little lips of yours, Mh?"

You could hear the smirk in his voice. He had a teasing tone to his deep voice. The last sentence he spoke, his voice dropped down an octave. It was threatening. It terrified you to your very core. You could hear tomura fumbling around with something. Then you heard nails clicking against some sort of plastic.

'What..?'

You thought to yourself. Everything about this was a complete mystery. That was until you felt a tight and thick rubber band wrap around your arm painfully. A tourniquet.

"No! What are you doing?! Get off!"

You shrieked out. Your voice became a higher pitch than what you anticipated. Tomura only laughed. He laughed that same mocking laugh he so had.

"Now hold still, otherwise this will hurt much more than what is necessary. I don't wish to miss your vein, otherwise we will have to do it again."

He bellowed out in laughter once more before shoving the needle through your skin. You thrashed to get away, but Tomura held your arm in place with unspeakable strength. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, wetting the cloth that covered your sight. Tears continuously streamed past your eyes as the mysterious liquid entered your body with a burn.

You could have swore he made it extremely painful on purpose. After about thirty seconds, which more felt like thirty minutes, Tomura slid the needle out from your arm. He also took off the tourniquet.

"Now."

He huffed out before continuing,

"Be a good girl and wait."

He finished before walking up the stairs back to the main floor, leaving you in your solidarity. Ten minutes pass. Or was it twenty. You were sure. But, as time went by, you felt your body grow hot. Overly hot. You started to become more sensitive. So much so that it was almost painful. You didn't know what was happening. Just, what was that mysterious liquid that was injected into you? Your breath started to become needy pants. It was only after about fourty minutes that you heard a door slam close and somebody striding down the stairs that lead to your location. Tomura paused as he silently gazed at your heated form.

"Oh ho? It seems like the serum worked better than I anticipated."

He chuckled.

"Just look at you. Your thighs are squeezing together. What would the hero society think if they saw you in such a pathetic state? Hm?"

He teased as he walked closer to you.

"Oh..."

You let out a soft sound in reply. Your mind hazy. You didn't even know that your thighs were squeezing together. Perhaps, it was an unconscious decision on your part. Tomura was right next to the table where you lied. He sat the hand that usually covered his face down onto the small end table next to you. Then, he brushed a single finger up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts.

You let out a soft hum in pleasure. You were so sensitive. You craved his touch. No... You needed his touch. Tomura silently trailed his index finger from the valley between your breasts to brush against your lips. His eyes were gazing intensely at you. Your lips parted ever so slightly. It was then that he dipped his finger into your hot mouth.

A small smirk grew on his chapped and thin lips. He then dipped another finger past your plush lips.

"Look how needy you became."

He smirked down at you. He loved this position where he could look down at you. You were vulnerable towards anything he would so desire to give to you. You couldn't respond due to the fingers that were in your mouth. However, you closed your lips around those thin fingers of his. Your eyes closed behind the blindfold. You rolled your tongue around his fingers, suckling on them. Tomura let out a deep chuckle.

"Heh.. I didn't even need to command you and you knew what you needed to do? Have you done this before? I bet you have."

He paused as he leaned in close to whisper huskily into your ear.

"I bet you fucked every damn pro hero. Didn't you?"

He leaned up and laughed as he belittled you. His free hand wrapped around your thin neck. With a single pinky up, his hand gripped tighter.

"If I let down my one finger, you would be disintegrated."

He laughed.

"How does that sound, Hero?!"

His laugh held malicious intent. His grip tightened blocking your airways. After a few minutes of struggling to breathe you could feel your consciousness fading. It was only then that he lifted his hand, laughing. He proved his point that your measly life was in his hands. You were a hot mess at this point in time. Your lips parted as you gasped for breath. However, after a few seconds of being able to breathe again, Tomura closed his hand on your throat. He repeated the process a few times.

He enjoyed the fact that he held so much control over you. He wanted to monopolize you. To claim you as his own. After a few moments of these actions, he pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. A string of saliva connected you two. Your face was flushed in a deep crimson. Your eyes were clouded with lust for the villain.

Tomura gave a deep chuckle at the expression you so held and then used all five fingers onto your bra, disintegrating it. You could feel ash against your flushed skin. However, what came next was a surprise. Tomura released the chains that held you down onto the table. Then he smirked.

"On your knee's, hero bitch."

He commanded in deep voice. He didn't need to tell you twice. You scrambled off of the cold metal table and went onto your knees. The concrete flooring below digging ever so slightly against your skin. Shigaraki looked down at you with an ever growing smirk to his lips. He reached down towards your face. With a single finger he tipped your chin backwards.

"I think you know what to do, Hm? Or do you need your master to command you? But, if you need a command, it just might tick me off. We don't want that, now do we?"

He had spoken in a tantalizing voice, letting go of your chin. Once again, you didn't need to be told twice. Your hands were clumsy and rather stiff. But, after a few seconds you undid the belt from his black jeans. You undid the zipper and pulled out his hard cock. Just looking at it made you be all hot and bothered. You shifted yourself a bit closer. You parted your plush, red lips and slowly slipped his erection into your hot, wet mouth.

But then, Tomura wasn't having it. He gripped a fistfull of your hair and slammed your had down his hard cock. He grunted in pleasure. The mere feeling of your hot mouth onto his dick sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. You gripped tightly onto his thighs. You could hardly breathe with his cock down your throat. Yet, Tomura held you there.

Seeing you struggle like that turned him on line no damn tomorrow. After a good minute of holding you in place, he pulled your head back. It was only then that you gasped for air, only for it to be taken away once more. Tomura forcefully pushed you back down on his cock. He repeated the process. He used you like a toy, only to be thrown away later.

He continued like this, pushing and shoving your head up and down the length of his erection. You were completely at his mercy. You gave up struggling for air each time he shoved you down for a period of time. It was like you welcomed it. You could hear Tomura's grunts and groans increase in frequency and slightly in volume. Especially after the fact that you started sucking on him.

You had this undying urge to please him. Perhaps he would reward you later on. The thought lingered through your hazy mind for a few moments. Shigaraki's groans heightened. His breath quickening. He was close to cumming. With both hands he gripped your head still and he vigorously thrust his hips. His balls slapping your chin.

"Fuck..!"

He yelled out. He facefucked you for a few moments longer before suddenly he stilled. His dick was shoved all the way down your throat. You felt his hot semen slide down your esophagus. Your eyes were teary from the rough treatment he gave. Tomura became breathless. His eyes were closed with his head tilted back. After a good few moments of him being in pure bliss, he pulled out his softening cock from your hot mouth.

A strand of saliva and semen connected the two of you.

"You best bet your ass that you swallowed it."

You nodded. in response.

"Fucking prove it, hero slut."

He had commanded before roughly holding between your cheek bones and jaw, forcing your mouth open. He reached inside of your mouth and pulled your tongue out. Seeing that you did indeed swallow all of his cum, made the man pleased. Once his inspection was over he threw your head towards the hard ground below. The sheer force of it knocked you down from your knees onto the harsh concrete flooring below.

In the process it made you scrape your hands. Not that the villain standing above you cared. Hell the sight of you groveling on the ground, scrambling to get up, fueled his sadism. Tomura leaned down above you and gripped your hair, forcing you to stand. The pain of it made you give a soft yelp. But the tingling sensation of pain went straight to your pussy. Granted, any kind of touch made you wet by this point.

Without saying a word, Tomura dragged you back to the metal table where you were laid on before. He shoved you down. The force caused the back of your head to bang against the hard metal. Due to his quirk he didn't wish to touch your aching pussy. But, then again, there were other means of prepping you.

"Touch yourself."

He commanded. However, due to the fact that you had literally just banged your head against the cold metal table, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Eh..?"

You questioned. But this made Shigaraki click his tongue.

"Don't make me fucking repeat it."

He sneered down at you. Assuming that you heard correctly, You slowly edged your panties down the length of your legs. It was evident as of how wet you became. Hell one could say that you were desperate to be touched. The mere sight of your dripping pussy made Tomura smirk.

"Heh... Look at you. Dripping fucking wet. Say, what would the Hero association think of this? Dripping wet for a fucking villain. Pathetic."

He chuckled darkly at the end of his words. But the degration that he gave to you only fueled the heat in your loins. Slowly you trailed your hands down your lower abdomen. After a few seconds you reached your aching pussy. Your legs spread open in the process of doing so. You let out a soft sigh of goddamn relief once you started to rub the little pearl that sat atop your hole.

Your fingers would occasionally dip down to gather your juices to lube the little bundle of nerves. After a few moments of this, even you grew inpatient. Tomura's eyes were glued to your aching pussy. You slipped a single digit into your aching hole. Soon thereafter you started to thrust your finger in and out. The feeling sent tingles of pleasure up your spine. Your head fell backwards as you let out a soft moan.

This continued for a few moments until you added in a second finger to join the first. You paused to get used to the slight stretch. The view that Tomura had was absolutely tantalizing. He thoroughly enjoyed this. So much so that his soft cock was growing once more. However, he started to have enough of simply watching.

As the villan strode closer, you started thrusting your fingers. The sensation of it all was becoming too much due to the sensitivity that you held at this current moment. But suddenly you felt a hand grip your wrist, stilling your movements. You gave a soft whine in protest. That of which made him click his tongue.

"Tch... So eager aren't we?"

He sneered down. But, he suddenly started to thrust your hand in and out. The sudden change of pace made you yelp in pleasure. You curled your fingers upwards to scrape against your inner walls. The feeling of this man controlling every little bit of you, was indeed such a turn on. You thighs trembled as Tomura increased the pace he gave.

This was probably faster than what you would normally be able to do. And my god did it feel absolutely amazing. You were a hot mess to say the least. You lips parted as you panted and moaned. The sounds that your pussy made as you were finger fucked was obscene. Your juices dripped down your wrist, sliding down onto Tomura's hand.

You screeched as your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Tomura gave a cocky smirk down at your writhing form. Your other hand clawed at the edge of the metal table. Then like a tidal wave your orgasm hit you. Your lips parted in a silent scream. Your hips ground against your still thrusting hand. You rode out your orgasm and soon enough you grew extremely sensitive.

However, Tomura didn't stop. He continued to thrust your hand vigorously against your sensitive pussy. It was painful. It was too much.

"No! Stop! Stop please! It's too much! I can't go on!"

You wailed out. However, Tomura laughed menacingly.

"I'll stop when I fucking feel like stopping."

He said. His words were ice cold. This was pure torture. However, as you were being severely overstimulated, You could feel a second orgasm rise again. You had tears streaming down your crimson cheeks. Your hips jerked away. But, Shigaraki pinned your hips down with his forearm. He continued to thrust your hand in and out as he bellowed out in laughter.

This torture continued for a good hour and a half. It was only until after your 4th orgasm that he finally stopped. You were weak and breathless. Your limbs felt like that they weighed four tons. A whimper escaped your lips as he finally pulled your hand out of your clenching pussy. You were a mess. Your hand was soaked, granted so was his.

Shigaraki pulled his hand to his face and sniffed his wet fingers before putting them into his mouth. He obsenely licked your juices off of his hand. For once he gave you a short break. Besides, he couldn't let you break. Not just yet anyway. Your thighs trembled as you came down from your fourth orgasm of the night. The villain hovered over you and he gripped your sides. Instantly he flipped you onto your belly and dragged you down to where your legs dangled on the edge of the table. 

He then chained up both of your hands using the same chains that held your legs previously. With one hand he gripped his hard cock and rubbed it against your sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck.. Look at you. You're so eager for a villain's cock."

He scoffed at you. Yet, you were too weak to even reply. Tomura slapped your ass harshly. Enough so that it left his hand tingle. You gave a soft whimper at the pain he gave you. But, then suddenly he slammed his raw cock inside. With one hand he held your waist, while the other gripped your hair. He pulled roughly, making your head lean painfully backwards.

The feeling of something much larger occupying your pussy made you moan with pleasure. Using your waist as an anchor, Shigaraki nearly pulled all the way out before slamming himself back in. His four fingers dug into your flesh. The mere force of him slamming himself back in made your body jump forward ever so slightly. It made you give a soft yelp. Your hands gripped the chains that held you.

You heard a soft grunt as Tomura began to fuck you mercilessly against your aching form. You were left at his mercy as he used you like a little fuck toy. As he thrust into you, you could hear the obscene sounds that your pussy was making. As well as his balls slapping against your wet thighs. The sounds the two of you were creating echoed from within the basement walls.

You trembled as you were fucked. Tomura let go of your hair, making your head slam down against the metal table. He then slapped your ass harshly while asking,

"Whose fucking cock is making you this wet?!"

With trembling lips you said,

"Ngh... Y... Yours..!"

He replied to your feeble sounds with a few more harsh slaps, making your ass turn red. You yelped at the sudden influx of pain.

"You can do better than that, slut!"

He yelled out his command.With your voice a bit louder you replied with,

"Ah...! Your large vil-... Ngh! Villain cock!"

You screeched out in the midst of your moans.

"That's fucking better."

He praised you before slamming his hips in an even faster tempo. It was then when he shifted his hips in a particular angle that it sent a sudden and intense amount of pleasure. It made you scream out. The sudden tightening of your pussy made him let out a low moan. He hit that same special spot with every thrust. Needless to say he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy tightening up like that.

It wasn't even a few minutes later you could feel your orgasm build and rapidly at that. Fuck you were getting close. Oh so close. To be honest, Tomura wasn't in great shape either. With your pussy tight around the length of his cock, gripping it in all the right ways, almost made him weak in his knees. Tomura leaned down to bite your shoulder before growling in your ear.

"I'm going to fill this pretty pussy of yours with my cum. Say, what do you think? Having a Villain's child?"

He pulled back up as he slammed his hips repeatedly against your aching pussy. Not even a minute later you reached your orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you screamed out. Your pussy instantly tightened and loosened and then tightened once more. Pathetic tears streamed past your eyes, landing onto the cold table below. It was like you suddenly blanked out.

You rode out your orgasm with his vigorous thrusts. Your body grew limp. You were sobbing at this point. The sensitivity was too much. After a few minutes Tomura reached his orgasm. His hips jutted forward as he buried his cock deep inside of you. Hot, sticky semen painted your pink walls white.

"Shit!"

He groaned out as his orgasm wracked through his lithe form. His head tilted backwards and his eyes closed. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks to his neck. He licked his lips. In his hazy bliss, he pulled out of your sensitive cunt. The mere feeling made you whimper. Tomura ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shifting it out of his eyes. You were a complete mess. Cum slowly dripped out of your pussy, onto your thighs. The small beads of cum plopped and dripped to the concrete below.

Shigaraki didn't even bother touching you again. Besides you were merely a toy after all. He shifted his soft cock back into his boxers and he zipped up his pants. He smirked as he answered his own question previously,

"Not that you have a choice in the matter."  

With that he left you like that. He strode back up the stairs and he slammed the door closed behind him. He left you like that. Semen dripping out of your cunt. Your sweaty body weak and your eyes were red from crying so much. However, not even a few minutes later after Tomura left, you fell asleep, just like that.

[paradise-of-guilty-pleasures]

Shattered Reflections {20}

[Helsa RP- Fanfic]

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Post-Frozen/ Canon Divergence

- Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance

Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa, Kristoff/Anna

Previous Chapter: 19.Girls’ Night

A/N:

Prepare for Puns xD

20. Boys’ Night

While the sisters had a lovely tea party inside their pillow fort, the boys’ night out was continuing to be unsurprisingly uneventful. Kristoff had finished brushing Sven a while ago, and now the boys were stuck roaming around the courtyard, encircling it for what seemed like the millionth time. Olaf got bored fairly easily, so of course he tried to nullify his boredom himself the only way he knew how, by talking, practically non-stop, barely letting Kristoff get a word in edgewise. Olaf's virtually self-supporting conversation consisted of him rambling stories, spontaneously jumping into song, and (the part that actually required Kristoff to be present to answer them) curious questions. 

 "...magic, so I guess Elsa's like my mom, but kids seem to have both a mom and a dad, and they don't have magic --at least I don't think they do-- so it's got me thinking, how do people make babies without magic?" Olaf wondered curiously, it one of the countless questions he had asked that night.

Kristoff had always been a good listener, so he didn't mind the rambling. They could possibly have done other things, but Kristoff was at least vaguely aware of Hans' whereabouts and wanted to be sure he was nearby in case he was needed. He wasn't oblivious to boredom per se-- just too focused on everything else to process it. 

He just about choked when he tuned in to Olaf's question. He certainly made a sound like it, but he cleared his throat. 

"Why is this not the first time I've been asked that?" He asked, more to himself and his gods than anything. "It involves complex biology and is way more gross than you'd want it to be..." He started.

 "Oh look, we have company!" He changed the subject quickly and pointed out Hans and the Captain wandering home. In spite of the drinking, Hans seemed little more wobbly than he already had been with his injury. 

"Ahoy Admiral!" Kristoff called, just to draw attention and avoid the question from Olaf. 

"View Hallou!" Hans replied, curious what he was being hailed for. "The night is young and we are getting older." Hans joked dryly to the Captain, wandering to meet Kristoff and the party. "Well if it isn't the little snow-prince and the Arendelle royal cavalry. Good evening gentlemen. And I am counting the reindeer." He gave a respectful greeting gesture to all of them, perhaps especially the reindeer.

"I'm Sven," he introduced. He should at least be known by his name instead of just being 'the reindeer'. 

"Oh! Hans the Fool!" Olaf greeted, now completely sidetracked from the question he'd asked earlier. "Are you having a night out, as well?" Hans raised an eyebrow at Kristoff, more amused than perplexed, though there was plenty of that. 

"I am, little prince. Getting to know the Captain. It appears I'll be helping the Royal Guard with my sword. I'm a little more than a fool, I must admit. Shall we have the remains of a night out together? Telling stories and whatnot?" Hans' tone was always lighter and sweeter with Olaf, as anyone might be while working with children. Especially a fool.

Olaf's face brightened with glee at the notion of having Hans join them.

 "Yes! Let's do that!" Olaf exclaimed with excitement. He really did appreciate Hans' company, no offense to Kristoff and Sven, but having someone else that shared his enthusiasm, overjoyed Olaf. 

"If that's what you wish to do."

 "Good Evening," saluted the Captain, as he approached the group. "I see Westergaard's already inviting himself to join your party," he chuckled, already accustomed to his antics. "Is it alright to leave him in your hands?" He attentively asked Kristoff, almost as if he was watching over a puppy or a small child, instead of a grown man, a slightly drunken man, sure, but still. The Captain thought he should ask, Hans felt like he was his responsibility and he didn't impose anyone with that duty without their consent.

"Not going to join us, Captain? Just handing over Gaoler duty?" Hans joked dryly. He honestly meant it as a joke, but perhaps it did speak to his self-image. 

"We'll be fine, Captain. In spite of Anna's wariness, I'm pretty sure I can handle this driftwood log, and if he gives me trouble, I can always pitch him back out to sea." Kristoff joked, nudging Hans with his foot. 

"Oho, the Reindeer Lord has jokes. One of us is the Queen's fool, be careful who you challenge." Hans joked in return. He truly wore that stupid made-up title with pride. But then, Kristoff had his own made-up title, perhaps it was only fair.

"Hate to be an old fogey, but I'm afraid I've had enough excitement for one night, all I want to do now is get as much rest as I can to try to avoid having a headache in the morning," he said as he yawned. "I think my ears are still ringing from all that singing," the Captain twisted his pinky in his ear as if trying to dislodge something. "Keeping up with you isn't easy, you've completely drained me, boy. I need to hand over the reins and have someone else keep a watchful eye on you, just because of your capriciousness, and for your own well-being. Wouldn't want to find you floating in the fountain in the morning. I lost track of everything that happened tonight at the tavern, but if I recall correctly, I'm sure at one point you suggested doing a balancing act on a chair." 

"Oh, I've seen him do that once," Olaf interposed. 

"Of course, you've done it before, why am I not surprised?" The captain said with a disapproving head shake as he brought a hand up to his face. He let out a sigh. "Anyway, thank you for keeping tabs on him Lord Kristoff," he gave a nod in appreciation. "Fair warning though, his mood seems to be as fickle as the sea."

Hans laughed. "You flatter me, captain. And you need more practice at drinking if you plan to keep up with me. I was still sober at that suggestion." Hans grinned wryly. "And at the singing. I just like singing." He hummed. "Sleep, old man. See you in the morning, we'll try to keep tomorrow quiet then, hm?" Hans thumped the Captain on the shoulder, as good mates do. 

 "What else would we expect? Fickle moods seem to be all we know of him for sure." Kristoff pointed out. But he smiled and shook his head a little. "Tag me in next time, we'll see how I do at holding my drinks against a sea captain."

"I'd say bragging about your sobriety when acting like you were isn't something you should be proud of boy, but you already dub yourself a fool," he chuckled. "Indeed. Next time you're welcome to put him in his place," the Captain affirmed with a nod. "Goodnight gentleman, hope you enjoy the rest of your night-- and you don't cause too much trouble," he nudged Hans back. 

"I'm off to bed. I bid you all adieu." After one more reverence, the Captain took his leave.

 "Can I go to the drinking party next time too?" Olaf childishly asked. He wasn't aware of the alcohol involved, instead he was envisioning some sort of manly tea party. "It sounds like fun!"

Hans laughed a little. "Maybe when you're much older, little prince." He teased. "The men say things we oughtn't say around younger folks, and act more like fools than we ever should." He observed. "But what the captain doesn't know is, a fool is wiser than he seems, and a wise man more foolish than wise men ever think. The wisest man is the one who takes himself for a fool, even around fools." Hans smiled a little, playing wordplay games. He always liked puns and wordplay. 

"This is like that riddle, 'the wisest man is he who understands that he understands nothing'." Kristoff hummed. "Hans likes to say silly things, and worse, sometimes I imagine he says things that get him into trouble." Kristoff observed. 

"Aye, and out of it. More often out than in, but when in, then in big." He observed. It was a statement one really had to track to understand, but that seemed like the theme. Drunken philosophy night with the strangest assortment of characters around. "So, what are we all wandering about for?" Hans hummed. 

"The ladies are having a girls’ night, so I was on patrol to keep an eye out that you weren't up to trouble." Kristoff answered honestly. 

"What a good guard you are. You've certainly done that job." Hans hummed. 

"Out drinking with the Captain of the Guard? I bet that was a wild night." 

"Cards, drinks, and encouraging positive feelings toward myself. It's so easy, as if my last visit to Arendelle never happened. Anna is thus far the most sensible person I've seen." Hans admitted, a bit more soberly. 

"You're not upset?" 

"Oh, deeply. But that's sort of the point, isn't it." Hans didn't seem too bothered, just logical.

"Aw," Olaf groaned when he was denied his request to partake in the future fun only because he was deemed 'too young'. People kept telling him, 'when you're older Olaf', but when was that going to happen? He was a walking talking snowman, not an actual child though he was very much one in essence. Olaf tried to follow Hans and Kristoff's conversation, but got a bit lost in their philosophical talk. Hans smiled a little at Olaf. "Just as well, I don't think it would appeal as much to you, yet. Not really. In much the same way that politics only makes sense and isn't boring when you get older, it likely wouldn't be quite the same for you as for us." He assured him. He almost instinctively patted Olaf's head, perhaps forgetting that he was made of ice and snow.

 "You two seem chummy." Kristoff remarked, amused. 

"Of course. He's kept me company while I've been unable to walk around and chatter quite so much. I don't talk very much at home, it's good to be here and be able to say the things I think. Oh, Olaf, did you ever figure out what the meaning of my story was, that day of the raid? I suppose I never finished it. Predictable, but the best stories are the ones that take what you know and turn it upside-down. Like an hourglass, it renews the story." He may not have been drunk, but Hans certainly wasn't sober either. He was prone enough to meander (both in words and walk) while sober, and drinking only exacerbated it as he wandered off toward grass, just to walk on something more natural than cobble. Hans loved adventure, even if it was only venturing off the cobblestones.

Olaf laughed a little at being patted on the head. "Hmm...the meaning of the story?" he pondered. "I think it means that even the Mirror Prince had his own side to the story," answered the little snowman. It was obvious even to him what story Hans had been trying to tell him that day. "You know, I have my own retelling of that story too and so does Sven, don't you Sven?"

"Oh, I would wager you do." Hans agreed, sounding intrigued. "So you've figured out that I'm not just Hans the Fool, then?" He hummed, with a little smile. "I keep picking up titles these days, sooner or later I won't know what to do with them all. I wonder if they can be recycled. Someone else can be a prince, I'll keep Fool and Admiral and let the others slide." He joked, all lighthearted for the moment-- perhaps purely because Olaf was there. 

"Do pray tell, tell your version of the story? You can be quite a storyteller all your own." Hans remarked, his tone light and sweet. Kristoff wondered if that was what he was always like with children-- as Hans seemed under the firm delusion that Olaf was more of a strange child than a 'snowman given life through strange ice magic'. Kristoff supposed that was the better way to view things. Would he be like that with his own children? If Hans ever chose to have any, anyway. That would be its own pot of problems when they got there. Kristoff was glad that wasn't his problem-- but lately he had been thinking a lot more about families and family life. One could hardly blame him for thinking about the way Hans thought. Especially since he seemed to show a different face for every combination of company he might keep. Sometimes it seemed to change by the moment.

"Oh, yeah, everybody wouldn't be making such a fuss about you if you were just a fool, but I do prefer Hans the Fool," he giggled. The young snowman's face lit up at the invitation to share his account of the day he was created and the events that followed. 

"Okay, be prepared, I'm going to start from the beginning, well, my beginning since I wasn't there for the rest of it. This story starts up on the North Mountain where Elsa created me using her magic..." Olaf was very thorough in the retelling of his story. He told Hans how Anna, Kristoff and Sven freaked out similarly (or even more so) than he did when they first met him as well. He went into detail about everything (even the unimportant stuff) from how he got his nose, his love for warm hugs, mistaking Kristoff for Sven and of course his love for summer. Olaf continued his explanation about how he led his new friends up the North Mountain to find Elsa to bring back summer. Of course he couldn't gloss over he got impaled. And trivial facts like how he waited for exactly one minute before he joined Anna to talk to Elsa at the Ice Palace. How Elsa herself was also a bit shocked that she'd brought him to life. He described the sisters' interaction after Elsa stuck Anna and how they got kicked out by Marshmallow, only to have Anna aggravate him shortly after. He couldn't leave out how he bravely volunteered to distract and hold Marshmallow back to no avail and that they all ultimately fell off the cliff. Olaf didn't skip out on any of the awkwardness. He went on to talk about how they all ventured to Kristoff's 'Love Experts', and how he thought Kristoff was totally crazy talking to rocks he called his family until they revealed themselves to be trolls. Also that he figured out his name was Kristoff not Sven. Olaf relayed the full extent of their visit with the trolls, attempted wedding and all and how they went to go find Hans (for a kiss) after they were told that 'only true love thaw a frozen heart'.

He explained how he ended up getting separated from the group and that he was the one that had found Anna locked up after Hans abandoned her. Olaf recounted how he almost melted trying to warm Anna up. He was quite proud of his 'Love Expert' advice that made Anna realize that Kristoff really cared for her. Then it was on to how the two of them managed to escape a freezing castle through a window and make it to the fjord. Olaf had gotten blown away by the storm and so the next thing he witnessed was Elsa embracing a frozen Anna on the fjord. Olaf expressed how devastating it was to think they lost Anna forever, but was happy when he was first to notice that Anna had in fact been saved, her frozen heart thawed by an act of true love different than the one they all had envisioned and that none of them had expected. He conveyed how delighted he was at the return of the summer once Elsa was able to control her powers, even though the sun had promptly begun to melt him, but thankfully Elsa kept him from melting. That was practically the end of his story about the events he'd observed, because after that he had been too distracted and overjoyed, by his own personal flurry that allowed him to enjoy summer, to pay attention to everything else that was going around him, like Hans getting punched in the face by Anna. The little snowman was very animated with his explanation, transforming himself and acting out the parts as he went along, he was a very theatrical storyteller even more so than Hans. 

"...and that's the story of how I spent my first day of life."

Hans laughed through much of it, amused by Olaf's transformations and animated behavior, and all of his excitement. 

"You lived quite an adventurous life, and all in one day! Many people would be jealous, and I would venture to say you have lived the most adventurous life of any snowman. I wonder if Marshmallow would say the same? I very much remember Marshmallow, nearly killed me on the ice bridge, but what an adventure that was!" Hans hummed. He seemed quite fond of Olaf, and only more so with time. 

"You remind me of someone, somehow, but I'm not quite sure..."

"Yourself." Kristoff proposed.

 "How, exactly? We're not exactly alike." Hans pointed out. 

"You both laugh in the face of death, love jokes and stories, change to adapt to your environment, and everyone underestimates what you're thinking." Kristoff gestured to both of them.

 "...Well perhaps, but there's no need to insult him." Hans scoffed, tone a little flatter. 

"Oh shut up, I bet he's what you would have been like if you were raised in a happy family, without whatever screwed you up." Kristoff wouldn't let Hans deflect this one. And granted, perhaps Hans would have been a little annoying. Most children were. Olaf truly was just a child. 

"Hm. That may be so, but for once I don't find much merit in exploring hypotheticals. I can't imagine that alternative history. I'll have to just enjoy the one we're in, instead." His tone was perhaps a little less pleasant. If anything, he seemed a little more protective of Olaf, after that. He didn't want anyone to think they were like him. He was one of the disappointments, a prince turned treasoner and fool. He was not an example to follow.

"Ah, yes, an adventure of a lifetime, those were the days. My, how time flies." Olaf said in an almost reminiscent tone. "I don't know if Marshmallow would say the same, he's not much of a talker. But what I can say for him is that sure mellowed out since the last time," Olaf laughed at his own joke.

"You both love wordplay..." Kristoff added, amused, as Hans laughed at Olaf's joke. Hans was probably the only one who would laugh at that joke. 

"Your lifetime is only just beginning! You also lived through the assault on the castle, remember, there's plenty of adventuring time left." Hans assured, then he brightened up more. "Ah! I'm out of the castle, I can visit my horse in the stables! Would you all mind if we went? I haven't seen him in... probably a month? I'm not sure how long, now. Two?" He turned to go that way without waiting. Whether Kristoff wanted him to go or not, Hans wanted to see his horse. Kristoff shrugged and moved to follow. He was planning to end the night there anyway, and may as well let the man see his buddy.

"Oh! You have a horse? Is it a boy or a girl? What's it's name? Do you talk to them like Kristoff does to Sven," Olaf asked an abundant amount of questions as they headed back towards the stables.

Hans chuckled. "It's a boy, his name is Sitron. I talk to him, but he doesn't talk back." Hans assured with a little laugh. When he made it there, he jogged toward the horse, ignoring the pain in his side. Sitron seemed happy to see him, too, making happy sounds and tossing his mane. Hans threw his arms around his horse's neck and petted him. He was deeply fond of his horse, and they clearly missed each-other. Once again, it was easy to forget he was a prince, once. Now he was a man who had little but a mixed reputation, and a horse. A horse he was very glad to see again. 

"Hello you, I'll have to go riding again soon, they haven't been giving you enough exercise, hm?" He cooed to the horse, petting its nose. "I never thought I was going to see you again." While he kept his tone relatively neutral, it was just because there were people around. He had deeply missed his horse. He had few other friends.

Sitron was indeed ecstatic to see Hans again, it had been far too long that they were about. He gently trotted with excitement at the notion of being ridden again. His tail was raised in excitement and his ears were facing forward in full attention. Of course he had to sniff and nuzzle Hans with his nose. There was no doubt Fjord Horse had deeply missed his friend as well.  

"Oh, so that's Sitron, handsome horse, I was wondering where he'd come from, looks like he really missed you," smiled the little snowman. "Maybe you should groom him," he suggested, seeing that Kristoff had brushed Sven to start off the night and the reindeer seemed to enjoy it, so. "I know Sven likes it a lot when Kristoff does that to him."

"You know, I was thinking that myself." Hans agreed, immediately rolling up his sleeves and looking for the supplies to groom. Kristoff handed some over so Hans wouldn't have to think about it, and Hans happily took to tending to the horse as if he did that all the time. Maybe he had been a prince, but he had been a prince who wanted to be useful. "Ah, the lemon's turning into a lemon cake. You need to exercise." Hans teased, patting his horse's side to indicate that the horse was getting a little chubby. Still, he was glad his horse was being overfed, rather than underfed. He was the horse of a treasonist, after all. "Are they taking good care of you? You look well-groomed at least. No parade horse, but there's no neglect in Her Majesty's stables." Hans observed, more muttering at the horse than really talking to him as he groomed.

Sitron whinnied to show he was content. He was being treated well of course but he sure did miss going out for rides instead of being cooped up in his stall most the day. 

"Did you name him yourself or was he named that when you got him?" Wondered the curious snowman. "He doesn't look like a sour horse to me," he commented since he didn't understand why he was named after a lemon.

Hans chuckled. "I did, I was a boy and boys do silly things. He's got a slightly yellow-y tint and it reminded me of lemon meringue, especially with his mane." He hummed. "Certainly not a sourpuss, Sitron has been my friend for years. Sometimes the only one I felt like I could talk to, since he can't talk about whatever I tell him. Secrets are a resource in my homeland, they're hard to keep and valuable for it. No matter how mild, it seems it can be a danger. So if I only told my horse, I never had to fear it getting to anyone else. And what does a horse care what I have to say? He's a horse. He cares that I feed him, groom him, ride him, and make sure his shoes are on right." Of course, the stable hands handled the shoes in Arendelle. Not that he would usually shoe a horse, but he liked to at least make sure they were taken care of.

"Your homeland sounds like an awful place if you can't talk to anyone but your horse," remarked Olaf. "No offense to you lemon meringue, I'm sure you're a great listener."

"It is." Hans assured, nonchalantly. "Our family and staff have a lot of petty squabbles and teasing that tends to go... overboard. I'm the youngest, I get a lot more trouble than the rest. That's why I left for anywhere else. The sea is a great big 'anywhere else' to me. When I couldn't sail, I rode. As far as possible, somewhere as wild as possible. Often to a beach or a shore, sometimes to explore some forest. A horse makes for a fine friend, but it does lead to much less conversation." Hans admitted, focusing on his grooming. Sitron didn't seem offended, it was the truth.

"You and Kristoff are a lot alike when it comes to finding fine friends in animals, yet Sven does seem to converse more than Sitron. But then again Kristoff isn't much of a conversationalist when it comes to people, I've heard him sing that he thinks 'reindeer are better than people' when playing his lute," mentioned the childish snowman. "I think it's because he was raised by rock trolls," he tried whispering the last part.

"Aye, you could say that." Kristoff admitted, amused as he folded his arms and looked down at Olaf with a raised eyebrow.

 Hans laughed a little. 

"Maybe he's not wrong. A reindeer never committed a coup." He pointed out lightly. "Everything's a matter of perspective, I think. Perhaps the rock trolls have a better perspective." He paused a bit. "Did I know about the rock trolls? I think I didn't. That's weird. But not the weirdest thing I've seen, I hope one day to meet them, then. If only to say I've done it." He hummed a little bit at that. He liked experiences for the sake of them. Who needed reasons to see or do something new?

"You should definitely meet them, the rock trolls are fun, very nice, wise and they really like telling embarrassing stories about Kristoff," Olaf said, completely ignoring the look Kristoff gave him. 

"Maybe they'll do the fixer upper thing with you and Elsa, it looked like a lot of fun," he said, not really aware that it had resulted in the trolls attempting to wed Kristoff and Anna last time or was he? It was hard to tell will Olaf sometimes.

Hans looked curious, and chuckled a little. 

"Afraid I'm not a big fan of embarrassing stories from family." He admitted. "Too familiar with that bitter pill, myself. I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, but, it's probably for the best if we don't. I'm the Queen's fool, but I won't flatter myself to think we'll be spending much time together." He waved the thought aside, with a horse brush in-hand. Kristoff gave Olaf a curious look, wondering if Olaf was thinking the same thing he was about that. Olaf could be dim sometimes, but he -like Anna- had a habit of hitting upon the important things without knowing it.

For the first time in forever Olaf was uncharacteristically taciturn. 

 "Oh," he voiced in a slightly dispirited tone. He looked up at Kristoff a bit bemused.

Kristoff held the silence for a moment, a slow smirk showing up, identical to the one he wore when he wanted to tell Olaf all about how snow melts in the heat, but Anna stopped him. 

 "Flatter yourself, idiot." Kristoff shifted over to swat Hans playfully on the back of the head. Hans ducked, perhaps a little more than he needed to, receiving some small amount of the swat anyway. 

 "Excuse me?" He seemed uncertain whether he should be offended, or amused, but he looked a little more defensive either way. 

"You think she visits just to make sure your wounds don't rot? That's what doctors are for. Anna may not like you, but Elsa does, at least as a friend. You might hate yourself, but you're the only one. And maybe Anna, but she'll forgive in time, if I know her at all. I won't tell you to get over it, but at least get the picture; you're staying in the castle, you're going to see the Queen plenty. Still, probably best you don't see my folks and her at the same time, they're likely to marry you both." Kristoff joked dryly. 

 Hans laughed, a somewhat nervous laugh. But he didn't know how to respond, so he focused on brushing Sitron, instead. 

 "Let's talk about something else." He was quick to press the conversation away. Even if it was awkward, he would sooner hold an awkward silence than think about what Anna thought of him, or acknowledge that the Queen might like him. Somehow, both were painful.

Maybe the awkwardness now was karma for what happened earlier at the tavern. Kristoff had brought a wide smile back to the young snowman's face. 

 "You sure are a strange fellow," Olaf commented. Countless people would love to be in Elsa's good graces (especially since she still wasn't the most open person), but Hans seemed to think it was a bad thing, maybe he thought he didn't deserve that kind of attention, Olaf didn't quite understand and thought the former Prince was being silly, the title of Fool suit him quite well. He wasn't going to press him any further he saw Hans didn't seem too happy about the topic and Olaf preferred smiles to scowls. Of course Olaf couldn't bear the silence for too long, so he tried breaking it. He was an expert on changing the subject and going on random tangents. He didn't wish for Hans to stay silent, it just didn't feel right to him. 

 "Hey, Sven," he began "What do you call a reindeer with no eyes?" Olaf paused for a moment and Sven grunted. "What? You really don't know? I was only asking you cause you're a reindeer and I have no eye deer." He resorted to telling jokes, it was second nature to him. He’d much rather hear laughter than nothing at all.

Hans laughed quite suddenly at that joke, and rested his free hand on his face while he recovered from that one. 

 "Oh! That was a genuinely good one! it has layers." He did so love wordplay and puns. 

"Honestly, he has snow idea how to tell a good joke." Kristoff proposed. He liked Olaf's tactic. It worked a lot better. 

 "Snow thanks, Ice see what you're doing here." Hans retorted. They were probably going to be doing that a while.

And that they did. Once you start wordplay especially with people that are willing to continue it's a bit hard to stop. There were lots of snow and ice puns, of course, those were the easiest to make, as well as horse and reindeer ones, but the best kind of wordplay was undeniably the one that used their names.

  "I gotta Hans it to you, Sitron is looking more Hansome now that you brushed him," Olaf declared with a giggle. --

The puns continued for a long while, certainly long enough for Hans to finish tending to his horse and spending time with it. When it was finally time to leave, he gave his horse a fond farewell with reassurances that he would be back. Kristoff escorted him back to his room, just feeling as if that was now his duty, since the Captain of the Guard was gone-- and also he was the most sober one there (both of mind and body). 

By the time Elsa would have come to check on Hans, much later in the evening than she probably intended (because Girl Talk and catching up was simply too riveting), Hans had already decided to sleep, with an arm over his eyes and a leg hanging off the bed. Some people when they slept looked as if they had been laid to rest. Hans looked as if he had been thrown to rest, and he seemed perfectly comfortable with that fact. His hair was mussed and his collar rumpled, but only from the day's activity. And of course, he smelled a bit like rum and horse. It was sometimes easy to forget that he was an admiral. But not at that moment.

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GET TO KNOW ME -

Thanks to @klauseconfessions for this lovely tag! :D I love feeling a part of these things whenever you include me! Like my idol has noticed me!

You have to make a simself and put whatever you wish on there. traits, about you stuff so we can get to know you lovely, beautiful people better! Please feel free to do it without the tag as well because I’m horrible with tagging and hate leaving anyone out. :3

questions

1. What is your full name? Chad

2. What is your nickname? Pinky, douchebag, Beaver, Pie

3. Birthday? January

4. What is your favorite book series? I don’t read very often. (I’m more into comic books) but I’ve always enjoyed John Gardner’s book ‘Grendel’, even before I knew how much this monster was cool and I’d even include in my drawings OR Sims game. XD

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? All of the. There has to be more in this world and there are evidence of both, so who knows?

6. Who is your favorite author? I honestly don’t have one but I love reading fanfictions. 

7. What is your favorite radio station? Hardrock, sometimes country and even the ‘oldies’ station. (70′s, 80′s, 90′s)

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Banana

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Cool beans

10. What is your current favorite song? Weezer’s take on ‘Africa’ by Toto. I’m in LOOOOOOVVVVEEEE with this song. (Even made it one of my sims’ dedicated love song to their significant other. XD XD)

11. What is your favorite word? Dipshit

12. What was the last song you listened to? Rob Zombie ‘Dragula’

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Castlevania, Breaking Bad, Supernatural

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Wizard of Oz and I’ll tell you why: Long story short, this is my mom’s favorite movie and when my siblings and I were kids, she always played this on Friday nights; we had popcorn, sodas, and a pizza while watching the movie. Now, as an adult, I watch it for the memories and it makes me happy. :3

15. Do you play video games? It’s an addiction really. XD

16. What is your biggest fear? Spiders. Bastards....

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? My drawing abilities, tbh.

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I’m too ‘real’ but if you want my honest opinion, you’re going to get it. I don’t see this world through rose colored glasses.

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats

20. What is your favorite season? Winter

21. Are you in a relationship? Yes. Married and have children together, too.

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? Saturday morning cartoons, cereal and not having to worry about bills.

23. Who is your best friend? From the Sims community, @emmypess then there is my wife, kids and siblings.

24. What is your eye color? Natural is brown but I have these bluish gray contacts in at the moment. Goes good with the pink. XD

25. What is your hair color? Naturally brown, now it’s pink.

26. Who is someone you love? My wife and kids

27. Who is someone you trust? My wife, my family

28. Who is someone you think about often? Wife and kids and dinner for that night. XD XD

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? Christmas, my upcoming birthday and what the New Year will bring. (Hoping for another baby!!)

30. What is your biggest obsession? Grendel and anything Supernatural

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Gargoyles. No lie

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My wife

33. Are you superstitious? Ooooooh yes!!

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Not really

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Behind. I’m stupid shy of photos. XD

36. What is your favorite hobby? Drawing, skateboarding and doing crafts with the kids.

37. What was the last book you read? ......Do comic books count? XD

38. What was the last movie you watched? The new Halloween movie. :3

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? .......My answer is a bit, ahem, adult but to be ‘serious’ I use to play the Violin as a kid.

40. What is your favorite animal? Capybaras

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? I can not pick. I love seeing a diverse screen of all kinds of sims. You guys are awesome! :D

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Oh man, flying would be nice. 

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? At home with my wife and kids. I just love being around them. 

44. What makes you smile? My family, my addiction to games, drawings and my sims.

45. What sports do you play, if any? I skateboard, play Basketball and use to play Football in highschool.

46. What is your favorite drink? Dr. Pepper

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? Psssssssh! I don’t know! XD

48. Are you afraid of heights? Yes

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? People who talk with their mouth full. I don’t need to see the Casserole you made last night, Susan. Fuck....

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Hell yes!

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? Nope

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? A Veterinarian.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Shit, I’d love to hang out in Fabletown at the Trip Trap bar with my boi Gren and throw back a few. XD

54. What is something you worry about? I worry 100%. HARD not to when you have anxiety and constantly overthinking EVERYTHING! XD

55. Are you scared of the dark? Nope

56. Do you like to sing? Horribly but yes!

57. Have you ever skipped school? In high school, I ditched all the time. I’m STILL shocked I graduated on time. XD

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Oregon or LA

59. Where would you like to live? Away from Cali (which is literally on fire right now) and move to Oregon or even Alaska. No lie.

60. Do you have any pets? Yes! 3 Cats, a Dog and a Beta fish

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Early bird. Up at 3am! 0.O

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunrise

63. Do you know how to drive? Yup

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

65. Have you ever had braces? No

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Rock

67. Who is your hero? My mom. She’s been such a strong individual and struggled for years to raise my siblings and I. I still don’t know how she did it but I’m forever in debt to her. She’s amazing.

68. Do you read comic books? Yes, yes, yes!!

69. What makes you the most angry? People who drive...so....slow. I’m not a speed demon but if you’re LOST, move the fuck over! XD

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? None? XD

71. What is your favorite subject in school? History or anything art related

72. Do you have any siblings? Yes! 4 sisters and one brother

73. What was the last thing you bought? The new Spyro Reignited game!!!!! My childhood!!! :D :D

74. How tall are you? 6′1″

75. Can you cook? I try but....it’s best if this dude stays OUT of the kitchen! XD

76. What are three things that you love? My family, my Sims, my life

77. What are three things that you hate? People who chew with food in their mouth, people who drive stupid slow or people who feel the need to advertise their business on Social media. No one cares that your period is heavy or you and your significant other are fighting. TMI.

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Guys

79. What is your sexual orientation? Bi

80. Where do you currently live? California

81. Who was the last person you texted? One of my coworkers regarding Thanksgiving. We have a 4 day weekend!!! :D

82. When was the last time you cried? Laughing cry last night at my wife’s family’s house for an early Thanksgiving meal. I love her family. 

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? THINK his name is IamKevin. He plays a lot of the Sims games and the things he says....XD

84. Do you like to take selfies? NO! XD

85. What is your favorite app? This app fro my local grocery store, where I can scan coupons and what not! (I’m such an adult/daddy sometimes. XD)

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? My mom is wonderful but I’ve been estranged from my father for 7 years now. My choice and it’s been the best thing I could have ever done.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? Portuguese, English, Spanish

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? Ireland

89. What is your favorite number? 69. :P

90. Can you juggle? No

91. Are you religious? Yes

92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer Space

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? In high school, yes. Not so much now.

94. Are you allergic to anything? This poor air quality lingering over California! XD

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? Almost never but then it ends up biting me in the ass.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Forest

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Life is too short for drama. If it causes you stress, perhaps it’s time to either cut ties or fix it. Your health and mentality is never worth it, especially when you have others who depend on you. 

100. Are you a good liar? Nope

101. What is your Hogwarts House? I’m not much for Harry Potter, tbh.

102. Do you talk to yourself? Sometimes! XD

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? No

105. Do you believe in second chances? It depends

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? that’s hard, tbh. We ALL wanna say we’d turn it in but I’ve seen those people turn in the wallet but keep the money sooooo....it’s hard to say. 

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Depends

108. Are you ticklish? Kind of

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes

110. Do you have any piercings? Yes

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Grendel from The Wolf Among Us. I’d LOVE to drink with this guy! XD XD

112. Do you have any tattoos? Yup

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Making my life much better.

114. Do you believe in karma? Yup

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? contacts

116. Do you want children? I’d like more!

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My sister

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? Too many! XD

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yup

120. What color are most of you clothes? Red, Black and brown

121. Do you like adventures? YES!!!

122. Have you ever been on TV? No

123. How old are you? Going to be 30

124. What is your favorite quote? Never have regrets because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted. 

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Salty!!

[genomynt]

Unexpected Facts

A mini-fanfic for SaboKoa week 2018! Day 4: UNDERCOVER

 Author’s note: This is the prequel from the Day 2 drabble that I wrote for the SaboKoa week~ This may be a bit longer or if you guys want me to continue it with further chapters, I can do so! I used female pronouns to Ivankov and treat her as a transgender. Take note that the setting of the story is based on the behind-the-scenes of the Reverie. This is only a fanfiction, anything that happens here is not related to the canon story of One Piece. I also used Nantokantte’s first name, Sarie, instead cuz it’s too long -_- Also, English is not my first language, so please bear with me. XD Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: Drunk Koala, swearing, contains spoilers for those who are not manga-readers, hidden Vine joke ahead.

Wordcount: 5,045

 Sabo sat restlessly in the underground heat with Lindbergh, Karasu, and Morley. He can’t stand the truth to accept that Kuma, their gentle Kuma is now a slave under the filthy hands of the Celestial Dragons. He just expressed his anger by telling them there are only two products of their mission: Death or Success. Which, he can’t let the first option to happen. His pace loops around the secluded space and Morley decided to cut the thick atmosphere, “S-Sabo-san, look, about what you have said, we need more men to infiltrate them and rescue Kuma.”

“I agree,” followed Lindbergh and Kuro came with a nod. “No, we can’t sacrifice any more men. We’ve lost enough soldiers from what happened in Baltigo and I mustn't increase their number again as the next leader for the next generation.” His stern voice made them swallow. “But, Sabo—” Lindbergh was cut by the ringing Den Den Mushi which he immediately answered. “Yes? Yes, sir. Sabo, Sir Dragon wants to talk to you.” Lindbergh hands the phone to him and Sabo take it with a sigh before he grips on it.

“Sir?”                                                                                            

“Sabo, so you’ve successfully hidden underground huh?”

“Yes, and I have a heartbreaking report sir,” he paused and swallowed a lump before he continued. “Kuma was captured and is in the hands of the Celestial Dragons as Slave.” Silence followed after, “In that case, I’ve sent some additional manpower to help you save Kuma and overthrow your brother—”

“He was never my brother,” Sabo interjects. “Stelly,” Dragon corrected, “And you don't have to send any additional people to sacrifice this mission." Sabo interjects again."Too late, boy, I've sent Ivankov, Betty, and Koala." Sabo heard the breathy grin Dragon made. "No, wait— you send girls?! That's—"

"My final decision. Meet them later at night at the dock; they will be arriving on the boat."

"Yes, sir," Sabo copied and ended the conversation.

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Sabo with Karasu went to their rendezvous, "They're here." Sabo looked through the lens of his telescope and lowered them as their figure is drawing nearer to dock. Karasu offered his enormous arms to help the ladies disembark with their luggage.

"Vmy, it's been a while, Karasu-chan," Ivankov cooed, "How're your flying friends doing?" Karasu answered with a thumbs-up that made Ivankov frowned. "Still a man with a few words, ey? Some things never changed," Ivankov shifts her eyes to Sabo and smiled. "I'm glad you arrived safely, ladies."He smiled, "I've heard what happened to Kuma," Betty said with a cigarette between her teeth. "So have you decided to send to rescue him?" She blows a smoke, "Pardon me, Betty-san, I'm not fond of second-hand smoking." Koala coughed and swayed her hand into the smoke in the air. "Oh, sorry," Betty stomped on the cigarette. "Well, allow us to accompany you to our underground, it's not a long walk, Morley is waiting for us," Sabo said as they made their way through their hideout.

“Did Dragon-san tell you why we’re here?” Koala asked out of nowhere. Sabo let out a heavy sigh before he replied, “Yeah, just to bring more manpower he said, but he only mentioned that after I learned that it was you gals.” Koala raised a brow in his tone. “Anything wrong about that?” she clenched her teeth phrasing her sentence. “Oh, looks like Sabo-chan doesn’t want Koala-chan to babysit her…” Ivankov turned her enormous head to Sabo’s side but he just replied with a long hum. “Eh? The chief-of-staff is being babysat by the Fishman Karate teacher?” Betty grinned as she rests her sunglasses to her head. “It’s been a decade,” Koala sighs with that comment.

“Morley we're here!” Sabo waved at Morley as if he didn’t hear anything. Morley grinned stretches from ear to ear."Betty-saaan! Koala-saa—""Hush now, Morley, dear!"Ivankov warned, "They might hear us!" Morley dropped his head, "I'm sorry," he initially used his Devil fruit powers to made a path to the underground. Sabo leads the way by lighting his hand with his flame as their guide to the secluded hideout. Karasu puts down the luggage as they gather around the table. Sabo removed his white coat and hang it on the back of the chair and grips his hand on it, "Dragon-san didn't mention how do we infiltrate Stelly in his current residence, I suppose that we start a strategy?" He started. "A lot of guards is on its posts and it's hard to infiltrate them."

"I suggest we go in different posts," Lindbergh suggested. "Betty and I will go with the communications, Morley will hide in the underground until we gave the signal to make a riot to distract them to escape if something happens." He showed his sketch of the plan on the table. "And how will we able to do that?" Sabo asked. "And what will be the others' assignment?" Ivankov answered him by sliding him an envelope in front of Sabo. "Vi got it from a bar while Vi was disguised with my hormones, and he expects me to come with him," she shrugged her shoulders, "But Vi think that this invitation suits for you and Koala-chan." Sabo opens the envelope as he read the invitation for two: The Celestial Dragons has received the Elders' commands to invite: Mr. Edicius and Ms. Ivankov to the Astraea Grand Masquerade Ball. He raised an eyebrow to Ivankov.

"So do you guys dance?" Ivankov asked.

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Stelly savors his luscious meal on sitting on his cushioned, velvet seat. "Dear, the Reverie will be in a few days, aren't you excited? And a grand ball will be held before that!" Sarie Nantokanette joyously drank her wine with her pinky rose in the air. "Imagine what gown I will wear!" She lowers her glass and her eyes gleamed under the chandelier above them with greed, "Oh, I'd better get my dress sewn by the best seamstress in this damn place or I would like a filthy commoner!" She pulls her ruff with a frown. "Don't worry dear, we'll get it in no time," reassured Stelly as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. "Oh, and have you heard the news, dear?" Sarie guides a hand to her mouth as if she were shocked, "Celestial Dragons has been tracing fishmen as their top in-demand order if slaves!"

"Oh? I thought that they only prefer human slaves?" Stelly raised a brow, "I thought so too, but it seems time has changed."Sarie smiled at her wine glass." You know, I think I might get myself a slave too, "Stelly sliced the tender meat on his platter. "Father kept a log of slaves given to him by the Celestial Dragons as a token of appreciation for his nobility and partnership with him. They said it might be for his future use. What surprises me from what I've read from the log is that some slaves were reported to escape and when the escapees were been retrieved, it was recorded that one of them is missing, which its location is unknown yet." He paused and drank his last gulp of wine, "One of the slaves was tortured and was forced to tell where did the rascal go, and he said the slave fled with the fishmen, which sounds dubious, like who's a fool to come with those stinking fishmen?” Stelly let out a guffaw that fills the dining room.

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Koala received a newspaper from the News Coo on their alternative hideout in an old abandoned house just above their underground. She read the latest headlines which are written in bold and capital letters:

CELESTIAL DRAGONS OPEN FOR FISHMEN AS SLAVES

Saint Rossward says that a huge number of celestial dragons were demanding fishmen to be their slave for their rare physique and unimaginable strength. Various fishmen, pirate or not, had been captured and collared by some of the notable celestial dragons as their own. Other reports say that they are hunting down and tracing members of the famous disbanded Sun Pirates considering them as a slave as they—

"Koala," Sabo greeted from her back as he descended from the stairs. "Is that the daily newspaper?" He tilted his head on Koala's back where she suddenly hides the broadsheet. "Oh, oh yes," she hands him the newspaper to him and walks away. "My, this damn Celestial Dragons were out of their minds, huh? Getting fishmen in all ages as their slave..."Sabo's voice echoed softer as she headed to Betty and Lindbergh outside the house. "Betty-san, Lind-san, may I have some of your gin? Where do you have them?" Betty lowered her sunglasses as she puffed a smoke, "Wow, I didn't know that you drink Koala, anything wrong?" She asked. 

"Nah,"

 "Suit yourself, it's on the basement" Lindbergh took a huge gulp from his mug of beer. "I will not drink today, I'm just curious how did you manage to bring that amount of alcohol during this mission." She rests a hand on her waist. "I do my things my way, girl. Drinking for me eases the mind and think about what words should I say when cheering people up; you can say it as my meditation while drinking." She winked. "Okay, but don't abuse yourselves," she said with a fake smile that Betty noticed and headed to her room upstairs.

She sat on her spring bed, old, and tattered, which reminds her of her past, she removes her frilled blouse just down through her elbows and turned around the mirror to see her scar. "Ugh." was all that she said as wants to see the full view of it but it didn't. She looks at her lamp table and reread the invitation.

"So do you guys dance?"

"I don't dance, Iva-san," she sighed dressing up and landed her back on the bed, arms spread on her both sides, as she looked at the ceiling fan rotate. "I've never danced." She gripped on the sheet remembering what she had read on the newspaper; those words were nothing but horror to her pooling tears on her eyes. She considered the Sun as her family. She hasn’t told to anyone about her past, except to Ivankov and Inazuma. Ivankov used to bathe with her with her feminine physique when she was just fresh from the trauma and newly recruited in the army. 

“Vhat’s this, my child?”  Ivankov stopped undressing the young Koala, and she remained silent. “It’s okay, dear, you’re safe here,” Ivankov assured her with a smile on her face. as she helped her to step on the water-filled tub and joined her. 

“What’s a revolutionary army?”  Koala asked meekly playing the waters in the tub, “Well, we fight,” Ivankov wets hair and squeezes a handful of shampoo and lather it on her damped hair. "We fight what we think what is right, when people are blinded in these corrupted doings of the government, we have to change that and to make peace to the world. “If you want to promote peace, then why fight?” “Oh, dear, how can Vi explain to you, child? “Ivankov sighed. “You’ll know when you grow up.” 

“Okay,”

She keeps on thinking nostalgic things that could ease the pain that she is feeling in her chest. What if someone noticed her on the day that she escaped? Do they know about her? Has her scar been revealed on her tattered clothes from her escape from her village? What if her mom didn’t tell the marines? Questions bothered her thoughts as she locked herself in the room in the meantime and she had an idea to practice her dance to ease herself. She found some dusty books inside an old shelf; blew the dust and wiped it off. The art of Music and Entertainment engraved on the spine, she opened the book turned the page to her desired chapter. 

Illustrations of dance steps printed on the pages, she tried to mimic each step but the room doesn’t have enough space for her to move, “How embarrassing,” she murmured. 

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The day will be tomorrow night. Sabo studied the map of Stelly’s current residence, which is a mansion, and the chosen venue of the ball, “It’s been a while to attend such gathering.” Sabo runs his fingers on the huge map rolled on the table. “Don’t you think it would be fun?” Betty said, “We’re not there to have fun, we’re in a middle of a mission,” his voice is stern. 

“Dancing?” Betty snorted,

“Not just it. There’s this guy and that one, we need to take down,” Sabo hands pictures to her, “The first guy is this Edicius which I would go by a name to, and the other guy, is one of the main guards in Stelly’s document room,” he added. 

“What’s inside the room?”

“Boxes and shelves of files and important records are stored in there,” he added. The agenda is we have to find the slave logbook where Kuma is recorded,” he said. “Then we will head to where he is being kept. He points a pin on the map while drumming his fingers on the table. “Fine, then we will stay here to connect you with you guys,” Lindbergh polished his new invention with his hands carefully. “By the way, does Ivankov be staying here?” Betty asked. “She volunteered to come with us, but she will not go to the ball, maybe she will be staying at the carriage.” Sabo added, “Any dashing outfit for the gentleman?” Betty grinned with her lighted cigarette. “I do have some spare clothes for the night,” he said. 

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Bartholomew Kuma sits on the cold floor tainted with dried blood from the previous slaves that have probably died and tortured in place, his dried blood mapping his white clothes, his open wounds gave tingles in the cold wind, his stomach rumbles for days, but he never showed expressions in years. He reads his worn-out Bible under the only small thin light provided by the moonlight. “How’s my favorite pet?” chains echoed in the prison halls, “Smells like shit in here,” Rossward spat on his jail bars. “Hey, what’s that?” he received a no reply. he opened his prison cell and hit Kuma with a baton and a stream of blood trickled down his face.  “Still not saying anything, eh?” he grinned. “I like that.” Rossward made his way out from the cell.

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It’s almost two in the morning and Sabo is arranging papers in the living room, in the house.  Sounds of crickets and barks of dogs can be heard from outside. Sabo sighed and open the fridge what’s left to eat, he had skipped dinner while he was busy planning for tomorrow's event. A faint laugh was heard from the basement when he was just about to eat his sandwich; he didn’t flinch and silently moved his chair aside. He walks into the basement, his fingers were aflame as he slowly opens the door, “Who’s there?” he illuminates the room and saw the chuckling suspect...

“Sa-bo-kun!” Koala answered with an open grin, with a drool hanging on her face, her head rests on her right arm laid on the table as she was holding a mug of alcohol. “K-Koala?!” Sabo stuttered and looks at her with confusion. 

“I’m fi—” a pool of vomit didn’t finish her answer. “See? Hehe,” she smiled with her hooded eyes. “Oh geez!” Sabo reached to her to help, “Look at you, you even vomited on your clothes!” a look of grimace is evident on his face, he looks on a patch of vomit seeping from her chest downwards. “C’mon, let’s get you a bath and change,” Sabo helped Koala helped her on her weak knees, as he was figuring out how to carry her through her room. “Up we go,” he put her arm around her shoulder and lift up her knees; like a bride. “What’s with you? This is the first time I saw you drinking this much?” he asked not looking at her. 

“You know nothing, Sabo-kun,” she murmured, and he turned his head to her with confusion, “YOU KNOW NOTHING SABO KUUUUUN~!” Koala threw her arms in the air and straightened her back on his arms. “Hey! Hush! You’ll wake the others! And stop moving so much, I might drop you!” he said and opened the doorknob to her room; he placed her on her bed gently. He looked around the closet to find some spare clothes for her to change and just randomly picks them. “You can handle yourself in taking a bath, right?” he asked. “Uh-huh!” she answered in a cheerful tone. “Right...” he turned to the closet again, “I’ll leave you your towel and robe on this chair”, he placed her bathing needs on the chair, he also prepared her bath and helped Koala stepped into the tub. “Just tell me when you’re done and I’ll hand it over to you.” he closed the door and sat on her bed. “Okie~” she cooed back. Sabo sighed heavily and roams his eyes around the room. It was dusty, but Koala did have some time to rearrange the furniture and obscene books on the small shelf he thought how Koala loves to get things organized, which he remembers how she was nagging him when he would misplace important folders to another stack of papers, or that he would just leave his coffee-stained papers on his desk, sleeping; and the day he would wake up, a sparkling clean desk surprised him with a note on the desk, “Good work today, Mr. chief-of-staff! –K.”; in where he would just smile and— his senses came back when Koala called, “Sabo-kun! I don’t have shampoo here!” Sabo hesitantly enter the bathroom, good thing it has an opaque shower curtain.

“E-excuse me,” his voiced is shaking and suddenly remembered what did he came into, “Where are they placed?” he straightly said. “At the small closet right there on the wall.” Sabo took the shampoo and other hygienic needs and handed it to her through the shower curtain. “P-pardon my intrusion,” he keeps gaze on the floor just when he heard a huge distance of sliding of the curtain in front of him.

“Wha—”

“Oh, come on, I’m not even naked,” Sabo slowly raised his head to the soaking wet Koala. “What the hell did you do?!” he even slides the curtain more, “I’m washing me in my clothes!” she said with a thumbs-up. “Just how much alcohol did you drink, woman?!” he could not help but stare at the outline of her brassiere from her wet blouse. “Sabo, you pervert~” she teased but he did not answer, he just thought that Ivankov is awake to help him. “Just,” he immediately slid the curtain close, “hurry up and bathe yourself, and I already leave you a towel and clothes here hanging so you’ll not call me anymore,” he said closing the door behind him. He propped himself on the bed and exhaled deeply and slowly. He knows Koala drinks alcohol but he sure knows that she is aware of her limits, and what triggered him more is that when she said that she knows nothing. Something’s going on with her.

Koala step out from the door and Sabo went to her to assist her from her tipsy situation and headed to her bed and the both sat facing each other. Her eyes were half-lidded and facing down, and hair was still soaking wet and he just smiled and shook his head to her. “You know, I think I will say everything while you’re drunk,” he continued to dry her hair and koala replied with a faint, “Mhmm,” “Look, first of all, you don’t need to drown yourself with alcohol when you’re down, you can tell me everything so that I would know what that ‘nothing’ means that you said earlier,” he paused and he runs his hand slower this time. “I know that I’m reckless and you always babysit me, annoyed when you’re nagging me when you told me I’m always loquacious about my little brother,” he snickered. “And, at least I’m glad that I’m making up to you now from all the bother I’ve caused you, right, Koala?” He stopped his hands as he waited for her response, but he saw that she was already asleep; Sabo chortled and gently lay her down and tucked her in the blanket, “Good night, Koala.” He poked her cheek with his finger and leaves her room.

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Koala drowsily rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms. “Eh?” she was surprised that her clothes were different from the last night. She checked her clock and displayed: 10:30. “Damn it, I overslept!” she hurriedly wears her morning slippers and runs into the kitchen to get breakfast. “’Morning Koala, dear~” Ivankov greeted, and now in her feminine physique. “You seemed had a hangover last night…” Ivankov placed a buttered toast on the table. Oh shit. “I’m sorry that you went all the trouble to dress me,” she said and sat on the table, and everyone is present; Betty reading the newspaper, Lindbergh, was in the living room, arranging his weapons, Karasu is just staring outside at the birds perching at a tree, Morley enjoys his towering pancakes pooling with maple syrup. “Oh, don’t mention it, dearie, just don’t abuse your body that much.”Ivankov turned to her with a smile, “Where’s Sabo?” Ivankov looked away, “He’s still sleeping. He’s a busy man, you know.” She added, and an “Oh,” was all Koala said. “Ah, Sabo,” Betty suddenly said and everyone turned their heads to their drowsy chief-of-staff.

“I owe you one, Iva-san,” Sabo whispered when he walked through Ivankov in the kitchen and she replied with a wink, “Have a coffee,” she gave him a mug of his favorite black coffee as he sat on the table and rests her his chin on his hand on the table. “Had a load of work for tonight, Mr. Chief-of-staff?” Koala asked. “Lemme guess, you had a good-night sleep?” he smiled on his mug and raised a brow. “I overslept…” she frowned. “Oh? I take it’s a good night sleep then,” he lowered his mug down. Koala shook her head from the comment and went back upstairs. She took her guidebook and before she proceed to go outside, she made sure that everyone is busy, and sneaked out of the house and went to a secluded place; she hid from a worn-out barn that is not far from them. She opened the book and started taking a few small steps and movement of her body, following instructions guided with the illustrations it presented while looking at her feet at the same time. She sighed stared at the webbed ceiling then closed her eyes and exhaled.

“Practicing?” the sound of the voice made her jolt and threw the book behind her, “S-Sabo-kun… What are you doing here?” she straightly said breathlessly. “You could just say no to the mission if you don’t know how to dance,” he chuckled and walked towards her and offer a hand. “Here,” she stared on his hand then back to his eyes. “Y-you dance?” she sheepishly asked. “Well,” he rolled his eyes and the corner of his mouth smiled, “I guess you can say that I learned something useful from those guys when I was a kid,” Koala could tell he’s talking about his parents. “As expected from someone who is a former noble,” she teasingly accepted his hand and he guides her other hand to his back. “Try me,” he snaked his hand on her back, “Look, your muscles are tensed, relax,” he gave a light nudge on her shoulder, “and remember to let the gentleman lead the dance,” he added. “Just don’t do anything reckless,” she chortled, “I won’t and I’m not reckless when it comes to dancing.” His octave went lower that made her legs jelly.

“Okay, let’s start— And, one, two, three, and one, two thr—Ow!” Sabo parted from his stomped foot. “Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” she wailed looking at Sabo fixing his shoe, “I-I’m fine, and don’t look too much on your feet. Just trust me,” his hands went back where it settled. Koala felt unease in the awkward silence while dancing, she hummed a tune to break the silence. “That’s nice, it is not a dance without music,” as he commented and guides her and turned them around by the corner of the barn, “Oh, that was my mom’s lullaby for me,” she turned her head away from him, smiling, “It’s lovely,” he smiled, “Okay dipping…” he suddenly bends her body without her consent.

“Whoa! Wha—” Koala’s eyes widened, “That’s one of the steps they do when dancing,” she grinned at her, “At least, warn me before doing it so!” she slapped his shoulder, laughing.

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“WHERE IS MY SEAMSTRESS?!” Sarie’s voice roared from her room that was heard in the hall. “C-coming, your highness!” a running woman with her sewing kit, panting. “Just what is this design that you made? It doesn’t show my curves this way!” she pulled the hair of the woman straight to her gown that she is holding. “F-forgive me, your highness, I’ll alter it in no time!” the woman pleaded. “Hurry up, you slow-ass bitch! Ugh, all of this stress would make my face haggard for tonight’s ball!” she sat on her velvet chair in front of the mirror. “You still don’t have your dress yet?” Stelly said leaning on the door and walked towards her. “Oh, love, that old hag just designed me an awful dress that she made,” she pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, “Shall we fire her?” he asked. “Yes, please.” She puffed her face with powder, “I guess I choose on one of my dresses again…’” Sarie sighed.

“Does having a fishman slave ever considered your mind?” he asked breathlessly. “I would love to, honey~” she cooed, “A fishman slave it is then,” Stelly confirmed with a fill-out document on his hand.

“Speak of the devil,” I heard that the runaway slave is still alive and well,” he paused as Sarie turns her head, eyes widen in shock. “Really?” she exclaimed. “Yeah, and what some of my advisors said that she joined the Revolutionary Army.” Stelly walked through her and showed her a picture inserted from the old logbook, “A girl? What a fool.” Sarie commented. “Yeah she is, I better prepare myself for tonight and check the hallway for our guests later, dear,” he walked out from her room and he passes by his servants busy in putting up decorations and cleaning the mansion. He went back to the document room to return the document. “A pleasure afternoon, sir,” the main guard greeted, “Return this back where it came from,” he hands him the old logbook. “Yes, sir,” the guard obeyed and entered the room. A small picture is slightly revealed that was inside the book and he curiously viewed the picture of the grown-up picture of the girl from the logbook.

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A knock was heard from her door and came in an enormous head. "Ko-a-la-chan!" Ivankov wink from the ajar door, "I bought you guys an outfit for tomorrow night!" Ivankov revealed a pale rose-colored gown, with thin, translucent linen that covers the embroidered flowers in different pale colors on the skirt. The neckline would reveal her bare shoulders but her sleeves were sewn through the wrist cuffs; it comes a silver belt shaped like a two stem entwined with a pink stone shaped like rose attached. A zipper is sewn at the back. "Try it!" Ivankov handed the gown, "Oh, Iva-san, where did you get this? It's so beautiful." Koala caresses the fabric with a smile. "Oh, Betty and I went to a shop for a while and got you a gown. Betty doesn't have any knowledge in the fashion that she chose a back one with a slit on the leg, and my, oh my, the neckline goes down through your waists, “Hmp!" She huffed. "Now, try it on, dear!" Ivankov gave light pats on her shoulder to try it. At first, Koala hesitated to try it on. She donned the gown and stepped out with her head looking at the floor in front of the mirror.

"Iva-san I—"

"Ravishing," Ivankov lifted her chin from behind and lightly massages her shoulders, "Uh, I think my back is a bit revealed..." Koala turned her back to the mirror. "Nah, the scar it's not that obvious...” Ivankov checked her back and adjusted the zipper. “I also got you your mask”, she revealed a lavender butterfly-shaped mask, made of real lavender lace embedded into a translucent base. Eyeholes were edged with gold on the lower eyelids and the whole mask is edged in a sequin braid. “Also this, for your hair,” she placed a headband with small flowers that perched on silver. “Iva-san, this is too much,” she let out a sigh hiding her face. “Oh, you look gorgeous!” Ivankov puts her hands on Koalas cheeks and pressed them lightly and noticed the said in her eyes. “What is it now, dearie? Anything that I could do for you?” she asked, “Have you read the newspapers yesterday?” Koala asked, Ivankov knew what she meant; the celestial dragons might hunt her down, “Don’t you worry, honey, everything will be all right,” she assured her, “Now, here’s your purse; everything you need is in there and let’s get going now, Sabo’s waiting downstairs!” Ivankov gave her a little push outside the door and went downstairs.

Sabo is there standing, donned with his formal night attire, a white polo shirt, layered by a black vest and finally a navy blue tailcoat patterned in toile of navy blue and silver, his black cravat is fixed with a dragon-shaped like a ring, surrounding the silk with its whole body. The two stared with each other for a moment until Koala asked, “Where are the others?” she walked towards him and headed outside, “They went off already in their positions.” He said and helped her on the carriage. Ivankov lowered the hood of their cloak and made their way to the ball.

To be continued soon at AO3…

(Cuz I’m tired in my internship and slept at 3 am)

[cryptoriawebb]

About Deadpool 2...

I said I would talk about it...and then I ran out of time. So I’m gonna do that, now!

Spoiler alert!

So...I liked this movie a lot better than the first, but I still didn’t find most of it funny. I know why it is funny, I can point all the jokes out, but I didn’t start laughing until much later. Deadpool caters to a different type of humor. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not me. 

However.

The characters, the action, the cameos and the very X-men feel overall I loved. Best new additions? Domino, Cable, and this reboot-timeline version of Yukio. She’s so adorable! And don’t get me started on the JUGGERNAUT! Heavy use of CGI or no, I have waited over a decade to see a Cain Marko that actually acknowledges his relation to Charles.  I don’t even care if Deadpool exists in its own continuity until proven otherwise I’m counting it canon. THANK YOU, Deadpool team for confirming Charles’ horrible upbringing. Weird thing to say, I know, but up until now no one in the XMCU’s bothered to emphasize his personal tragedy. It’s important the audience--any who might be unfamiliar with the X-men story outside the films--know it isn’t only villains whom tragedy makes. 

Speaking of tragedy, I find it funny the Deadpool films draw from classic cliches, but somehow manage to keep them fresh and distinctly, well, “Deadpool.” I quite like his relationship with Vanessa and also liked how the film went beyond what one might expect of “death and revival” with a healing mutation. Reminded me a little of Jack Harkness, honestly. It also served to keep Deadpool’s humanity intact and in turn kept him from devolving into nothing more than a walking pop-culture reference. 

As far as the pop-culture references go, there were times I felt the script went a little over the top with them. Even more than the first film. I’m not the world’s biggest Deadpool fan so I’m not sure how often he does this outside the movies but within said movie context I much prefer occasional sprinklings as opposed to a heaping platter.  It threatened to disrupt the flow of the film once or twice, even if this is more a comedy/satire. Same with breaking the fourth wall. That said, I adored the DC references. And the post-credits scenes ;)

(Although if I’m being honest, I do still like Origins and the tragic spin on Wade’s character even if it was an abomination of the Deadpool everyone loves.)

And I cried a little inside, seeing that archived footage of Hugh. I will miss you, Wolverine. 

Let’s see, what else...

Oh yeah! The characters!

Great to see Negasonic again (Ellie, I think her name is?) Kinda wish she played a larger role, but her appearances didn’t disappoint and her powers are still SO COOL. Also love the “moody goth x pink-haired bubbly girl” trope. It’s adorable. Like I said, I adore this new Yukio even if her new incarnation differs from her original timeline counterpart. I loved original Yukio’s quirky but serious nature, and her relationship with Logan. Maybe that’s what it is, I’m still not over Logan and all these references in the film further remind me he’s not coming back.  That isn’t Yukio’s fault. I do love this new version, I do. She’s adorable and so is her interaction with Wade. I have to wonder, though...can she still see how people die? Or is new “Pinkie Pie” Yukio strictly a lightning mutant? I wish Fox paid more attention to its timelines...Deadpool or no Deadpool.

Domino was amazing. I didn’t really know much about her, going in, despite knowing of her. Couldn’t have picked a better way to handle or cast her. What a cool way to interpret her powers! Luck truly be the Lady~

As for Cable...I was so afraid he’d become a parody of the character I knew. When I was younger, he fascinated me as a character and I retain a soft spot for him. My gosh though he was AWESOME. Stayed the serious-Terminator-badass the entire time. Desperately hope we see more before Fox’s final day. Please. I love Cable and I’d love even more to see him cross paths with the X-men. Especially Scott. 

Colossus was...the same. No real comments there. I like how he pairs next to Wade as the goody-goody straight-man but I prefer his original actor XD; I guess it doesn’t much matter, new-wonky timeline. For all we know, Piotr was able to grow up in Russia now, hence the accent.

I loved the villains too, apart from Cain. Black Tom Cassidy (what is he, Sean’s nephew or something now??), poor Russel (a neat take on the to-be antagonist idea) and I gotta tell you, as a long-time fan I am LOVING all these references to the Essex name. Been a long-time coming! And to know there exist other “Mutant homes” besides Xavier’s school...it’s heartbreaking but fascinates me all at once. This new world where mutants aren’t so hush-hush. Damn! I wonder though...do the X-men know of the Ice Box? Makes you think... (By the way, that cameo scene, oh my gosh that was great. I wouldn’t want to deal with Wade either, guys.)

Gotta love the “formation” of the X-force, too. Of course Deadpool would start it and of course everyone would die XD; What a great way to sneak in cameos. I only wish Chris Evans’ Torch made it past the script drafts. I am glad kid!David made it in, though (according to my research after the film. You know that was intentional...the real question is do we now consider it “canon” or is this but another breach in reality? ;) )

There really wasn’t all that much I didn’t care for, apart from the excessive...what I’ll call “Deadpool-ness.” Silly complaint when it’s his movie but I said my piece on that. The only real moment I feel might’ve served from a slim-down was his dying sequence at the end. I get what they were trying to do, and it was funny at first; after a while, though, it started dragging. Maybe that’s just me. I don’t know. 

Overall, I really did love it, I want to see it again and I am definitely adding this to my collection when it’s released on DVD. 

[quantumchickpea]

Halloween ask answers for @grammarnazikun

Afraid: What’s something you’re no longer scared of?

I’m still scared of a lot of things, but I’m better at eating out at restaurants now. I’ll at least eat at one if I’m asked to. XD 

Bats: Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

I don’t anymore. As a kid, I’d sleep with a massive pile/wall of stuffies. I do still own all of my stuffed animals from when I was a kid, which is a lot... I also have newer nerdy ones too. XD I love stuffed animals. ^-^

Skeleton: Have you ever broken a bone?

I have sprained a lot of bones. XD Falling down stairs, tripping, catching a basketball wrong... but my one bone that I have ever broken was a few years ago and the dumbest thing ever. XD We have a mattress on a futon as our bed and the end of the bed has a wooden arm rest.... I somehow kicked it in my sleep and broke this tiny bone that’s beneath your pinky toe in the bottom of your foot. It’s tiny. I mean tiny... there are two there and they’re free floating.. but it made it unbearable to walk and I had to wear skater shoes and use crutches to walk.  XD  So special. XD 

Ghost: Have you ever had a supernatural encounter?

So many. Too many to count. My whole life is filled with them. I started seeing ghosts, hearing them, and what not when I was 3 years old. It runs in my family. I tend to buy things that have spirits attached to them. They come to me to show me how they died, to talk... Sometimes it’s family, but a lot of times... they’re random people. The worst places for me to be because I get bombarded with them is the Titanic exhibit that travels around or anything with artifacts really... XD old buildings... antique shops... I love antique shops, but it can be overwhelming. My parents house is haunted with family and random people. I spent time telling spirits to go away or let them hang around. It depends. I had a therapist, that was also a spiritual person, teach me how to use the white bubble that you see in Le Noir Tattoo to push them away from me and to block myself. If you’ve read that story then you know what that is. Not knowing how to block yourself off can be dangerous. I don’t get scared... unless they scare me or they’re negative. Scare me like they appear out of no where. XD That’s happened. Or they show me how they died through a dream and I wake up to them towering over me in bed. I hate.... that. I guess I can give one example. 

I had this dream about a guy that was dressed in these 90′s clothes. He was wearing a orange beanie and grey fuzzy vest over a white shirt with shorts... I was in a car or truck and he started banging on my window, yelling for me to get out. Fire was everywhere. I woke up to see a shadow figure looming over my bed. I flipped out. XD

Another time is I got these old books from my husband’s parents. His mom was getting rid of them and so I took them all. Old like their all from 1800′s to 1940′s.  One of the books... was a gift book that was for some society back in the 1800′s. I was reading it and saw a man at a desk writing and a woman reading. I kept taking in different people handling it. I went into our bedroom and a guy appeared. He wore a red hoodie, jeans, and a white shirt. He had messy brown hair, blue eyes with shadows beneath them and sunken in cheeks. He looked sickly and had no... space bubble. He was up on me, following me around. I told him to go away and I used my light to force him out of the house, before he even had a moment to show me anything. He scared me because he appeared out of no where and wouldn’t stop following me around. Plus I was getting dressed. No one wants that. XD I told my husband and he moves spirits on because he can. XD The guy appeared in his car, furious with me. He was mad that I had forced him out without even hearing him out. XD Anyway, I was walking back from our son’s school one day and the guy came back. He no longer had shadows beneath his eyes or had sunken in cheeks. He looked brighter, happier, but he still had no space bubble. He kept trying to grab my hand and I kept waving him off, but he kept walking with me. He did that a couple of times, but he never came back... Until, I was writing The Unwanted Ring and then he stood behind me a couple of times. XD 

My parent’s house is haunted because when I was a teen, I thought it would be fun to use a spirit board, that I bought at Borders. DO NOT USE A OUIJA BOARD OF ANY KIND. DO NOT BUY ONE AT A THRIFT STORE. I say this because I bought a brand new one and did that with a friend. A man named Gregory came through and said how he was hung and what not. A sound of someone dropping onto the table occurred. My husbands aunt is wiccan and she can see things and hear things. She confirmed I had opened a portal there and that there was a giant spiritual root there already in that exact spot. Which makes sense because my parents house is built within a development that didn’t realize until it was too late... that they had built housing on Native American Burial Ground. Yet today... they are still building on it. sigh. Anyway, I forever am stuck with that spirit board because I’m not giving it to people. But I did go back and close that portal. I can’t get rid of the giant root. It’s been there for decades. :) But my parents still have ghost issues. haha Mostly family. My mom sages the house regularly. ^-^

I knew my grandma was gone before my parents came in to tell me when I was 7 years old because she had come in a dream to tell me. 

Stuff like that. haha Here’s a drawing I did recently of the guy from the book that had no space bubble. XD

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

What happens when reioka and I talk

reioka: For real?! Tony's tiny, not person sized?! ifdragonscouldtalk: No XD hes person sized in the fic But it would make it funny Imagine bruce trying to find a needle small enough to get a blood sample reioka: I mean... ask a bird vet probably ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony hanging off Steve's pinky finger by his tail reioka: The idea is very adorable, if impracticle ifdragonscouldtalk: Bucky has a cat. The cat likes little tony. Tony does NOT LIKE the cat reioka: Awww. Wait like like "dinner" or like like "person!" ifdragonscouldtalk: We dont know. Tony screams when Cat gets within 3 feet. Steve keeps Cat out of the room now. reioka: Aw poor kitty lol Poor Tony "It's big! It's get sharps everywhere! EVERYTHING IS SHARP!" ifdragonscouldtalk: Bruce puts a filter in the tank. Tony doesnt like the filter. It swirls the water around and blows him away. Tony launches a war with the filter. Bruce is Not Happy. reioka: Smol Tony building tools with the rocks at the bottom of the tank, sacrificing one of his pieces of seaweed to tie them all together to fling into the filter and cause it to jam ifdragonscouldtalk: Hes smug af cuz he clearly Won until he sees Bruce's face o h s h i t reioka: Lmao does he even understand WHY he needs a filter Does he want to swim in his own excrement ifdragonscouldtalk: He lived in the ocean before reioka All he knows is before the waters were still and now they are Not He probably doesnt notice XD reioka: Lmao the waters were never still you water horse you were just too far down to notice

ifdragonscouldtalk: But ok tony getting so excited he flails around in the water and winds up tangled in seaweed He does Not Appreciate pepper taking a picture reioka: "Pepper I am suffering. This is abuse. I'm going to die here." "You are not going to die you dumb seahorse I won't let you." "*choking sound*" "...Are you crying--" Tony ducks further into the seaweed and mumbles no ifdragonscouldtalk: Bucky and steve storming in from opposite doors shouting whO MADE HIM CRY WHY "I'm not crying!" reioka: Lmao just the idea of them trying to threaten Pepper tho Like... what a death wish ifdragonscouldtalk: Im sobbing imagine some intern giving tony little barbie tools and shit and he gets so frustrated because "I know these are fake! They're plastic!" reioka: He lets go and they float to the top of the tank and he is at the bottom just glaring up at them like... "You've all betrayed me. I know they're plastic and I hate you." ifdragonscouldtalk: Im a g ine someone buying Real Seahorses and putting them in the tank and tony is so territorial and ends up actually just wrestling a bunch of them reioka: I just snorted water out my nose omg "MY tank. MINE. GET OUT." ifdragonscouldtalk: And the actual seahorses are just so curious about this Strange Seahorse They think hes just trying to bump bellies until he grabs ones snout and then theyre Angery reioka: OH NO What does an angry seahorse do [ifdragonscouldtalk sends a screenshot of seahorses fighting with their tails] ifdragonscouldtalk: Seahorses punch Tony with their tails. Tony wails. Theyre meanies. reioka: Wtf Tony you've got actual fists HIT 'EM BACK ALSO A TAIL What a whiny baby I love him ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony eventually emerges victorious They find them the next morning with the others cowering in the corner and the water very slightly pink Bruce is Not Happy reioka: Just name the entire series Bruce is Not Happy because that will probably always be his reaction to everything. ifdragonscouldtalk: Series starts Bucky -- hey yo stevie look at this weird fuckin fish i found Steve -- screams reioka: *snort* Everyone debates on whether or not he's technically a fish and he's just sitting there like "I'm a seahorse" but are you a FISH? "A seahorse." ifdragonscouldtalk: "What is your species" "Awesome" reioka: "What do you call yourselves?" "Our names? I'm Tony, in case you've forgotten." "No, I mean, as a group?" "A family? *gasp* Do you guys not have families, is that why you don't know?" An intern is crying in the background from the effort it takes not to laugh because Tony looks honestly distraught that they've never heard of a family. ifdragonscouldtalk: Oh my g od Good reioka: Finally "Tony. Tony. Are you a fish?" "I'm a seahorse." "Seahorses are fish." "Then I gotta be a fish." Bruce screams in frustration in the background. They've been at this for hours. God damn it. ifdragonscouldtalk: Shoulda just googled it Tony compliments Bruce's singing because he's a gentleman But secretly wtf sort of singing is that reioka: LMAO if the real seahorses are still in the tank, just whispering to them "Did you hear that? Do they draw mates with that? Horrifying." ifdragonscouldtalk: The seahorses just look at him Bruce screams again reioka: Bonus if Betty is there for some reason and comes to see what happened and Tony gasps. "It worked!" ifdragonscouldtalk: Im crYING Whenever pep walks in the room now tony screams reioka: Bonus points: Pepper knows why and one time she screams back and Tony ducks back under the water, covering his blushing face. God I wish I could draw Just seahorse Tony covering his face and Pepper laughing good-naturedly in the background ifdragonscouldtalk: Bucky and Steve spend the whole day trying to figure out why tony keeps blushing and why hes making a "mating hut" reioka: HAHAHA I wonder if Pepper feels bad for "leading him on" because come on, they don't--even have compatible parts, not even talking about the size difference ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony scoffs and says he knows and he was only joking and then literally just turns around and starts crying. Shes still standing there. TONY. reioka: TONY THE ENTIRE TANK IS SEE-THROUGH Aw now I feel really bad for him haha ifdragonscouldtalk: He'll be fiiiiiiine, natasha challenges pep to a fight on his behalf The fight pretty much entails nat biting and kicking peps hand with her tail, but w/e tony loves it reioka: "I will protect Tony's honor," Natasha tells everyone and then BITE BITE BITE Pepper pretends it hurts more than it does tbh Natasha beating the shit out of Pepper's hand Pepper wrapping it in bandages longer than strictly necessary because every time Natasha sees it she puffs up proudly and Tony looks pleased ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony still kisses all the band aids tho Cuz hes a whiny sweetheart reioka: Aw Natasha grudgingly tells Pepper she was a worthy opponent and Pepper glows for hours. ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony starts screaming at steve ans bucky instead reioka: One time when the humans go out for drinks Pepper gets sloppy drunk and cries and the others are like "What's wrong" and she's just like "God I just love these stupid fish so much" YEEE Are they smart enough to scream back or do they just get nervous because they think they've done something wrong ifdragonscouldtalk: Oh my God pep I bet bucky screams back just for the heck of it and steve shrieks cuz hes startled but tones takes it for a scream. Tony glows "I got /two/ human mates nat" She screams at hill just because she likes a challenge and human women are Cute reioka: Natasha is daunted but if they hurt Tony she's gonna fight 'em anyway lol Lmao does Hill scream back OH Hill doesn't scream back but Natasha's just like "aw yisssss motha fuckin challenge" Tony supports Natasha's endeavors even when he thinks she's out of her mind ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony is a Good Bro Tonys new mating house tho Its glorious Nat helps him with it Bruces like "what are you doing" and tonys like "showing off for my mates" "Who?" "Bucky and Steve. They didn't say?" Bruce is Not Happy reioka: It's a good thing Bruce doesn't have Hulk powers because I assume literally everything we've said so far would make him turn into the jolly green giant. ifdragonscouldtalk: "You guys cant fuck the seahorse. It is physically impossible to fuck the seahorse." Steve actually chokes ifdragonscouldtalk: Real question: is clint a seahorse or a human Because i can see him accidentally almost killing Tony and Nat on a weekly basis and them loving it but i can also see him convincing Tony to do stupid shit with him like rock their tank off the table Bruce comes in and screams so loudly and tony looks at clint and goes "wow he really loves you" reioka: On one hand: "You wanna try coffee?" *pours coffee directly into tank. Everyone hates him. Tony and Natasha have not stopped vibrating for hours. They could have died. "MORE COFFEE! MORE COFFEE!" they chant, banging on the glass. Everyone HATES him. On the other hand: "That box they brought in looks interesting do you think you can throw me at it." Tony puts his engineering cap on and Bruce walks in just in time to watch Clint fly out of the tank, screaming, and lands on a pizza box with a splat. ifdragonscouldtalk: Im vibrating desperately as i try not to laugh Clint: puts an entire bar of chocolate in the tank, its gone in two hours, Tony and Nat are simultaneously in immense pain and doing theur best to tear the tank apart Or Clint: challenges natasha to a fight and sends everyone running when he screams because "SHE WAS GONNA RIP MY TAIL OFF" reioka: Lmao beautiful "She wouldn't have ripped your tail off," Tony tells him soothingly as Natasha gives Tony her best wtf face and mouths "yeah I would." ifdragonscouldtalk: Either way bruce screams and tony thinks theyre mates. reioka: Tony, whispering: Bruce must really like you, he screams an awful lot. Clint, thoughtful: ...We could make it work. Natasha: I dunno he screams at a lot of people? Maybe he's not monogamous. Bruce: *notices all three of them staring intensely and is somewhat uncomfortable* ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony: maybe he's what the humans call a player! Clint and Nat: *gasp* Bruce: why tf are they glaring at me what are they planning now ifdragonscouldtalk: Imagine someone trying to explain to them that screaming =/= mating reioka: Tony: It worked for me??? In both cases??? Pepper's just not ready for children but I am and I understand that. Pepper: *spews coffee* Tony: But Bucky and Steve like me! :D Natasha: *smug* Maria likes me. *everyone turns to look at Hill* Hill: ...I have paperwork to do. ifdragonscouldtalk: Bucky and Steve nearly have a heart attack when bruce askes when they were planning to tell him about the children reioka: Steve: Tony, we... can't have children. Tony: D: you... you don't want children with me? Bucky: That's not it! We, uh... we're physically incapable of. Conceiving. With you. Tony: ...WELL. You can't help that you're barren. Steve and Bucky: *bug-eyed* Tony: Maybe I could talk to Natasha. The fry wouldn't be your biologically but it's the love that matters. Bruce finds Steve and Bucky crying later and he doesn't want to ask but he does anyway. "It's the love that matters," Steve sobs, and Bucky adds, "That's so beautiful, holy shit." ifdragonscouldtalk: Oh my g od If they did have children only one ends up having a normal name because bucky and steve are never quick enough to imprint on the fry reioka: Lmao LOL THE PREGNANCY Steve: So how many kids are we lookin' at, Bruce? Bruce: At least two dozen. Bucky: *faints* Bruce: Probably more. Steve: ...Can I afford that many children Bruce: GET OUT OF MY LAB. ifdragonscouldtalk: OH MY VGOD Pepper buys another bigger tank Clint and Nat start hissing at anyone who tries to touch tones except his mates reioka: Aw, little tiny ultrasound on Tony's belly! Bruce endures Clint and Natasha's biting with aplomb. ifdragonscouldtalk: Steve and Bucky both pass out minutes into the labor and continue to pass out every time they wake up till its over By the time they wake up the last time theyre already named - dummy, you, cutie, friday, toast, stan Nat names one Hill and Hill is her Best Niece reioka: Lmao "Why Toast" "Why not Toast? Do you not like it? Well it's too late her name is Toast." ifdragonscouldtalk: Steve and Bucky are crying. The seahorses think it's joy. Pep and Bruce are just patting their shoulders. Pepper thinks they shouldve seen it coming Clint names one Hawk just to piss ppl off reioka: Lmao Tony introducing all the fry to Steve and Bucky, "Children, these are your fathers. Steve, Bucky, this is" long list of names. They're never going to remember them all, they're terrible parents. Eventually Tony orders his children to tell them who they're speaking to because when they misbehave he wants to yell at the right one. "That's fair," the fry agree, and then start doing it for everyone except Pepper and Hill. reioka: Pepper: Isn't it... kinda cruel? Natasha: I heard a seahorse gave birth to fifty kids once. Some of them drift away because they're idiots that won't listen. One time my mom called me every name but mine. ifdragonscouldtalk: Imagine how much Trouble clint gets them into reioka: Clint: Do you think with all these seahorses we could tip the tank Tony: Do not tip the tank. Clint: I bet we could. Natasha: Do NOT Fry: *cheerfully* TIP THE TANK! TIP THE TANK! Tony: STEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE CATCH THE TAAAAAAAAAAANK ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony and Natasha actually screeching Bucky and Steve catch the tank but tony is sobbing and panicking because his cHILDREN ARE GOING TO DIE LIKE IDIOTS reioka: Steve: *angry* DON'T DO THAT TO YOUR MOTHER. Bucky: Steve, you shouldn't yell at the kids. CLINT YOU LITTLE SHIT. Tony: *sobbing, gathering the fry to him frantically* Fry: *feel terrible* ifdragonscouldtalk: Imagine them all going to the beach and all of them are hanging off Buckys hair and Steve is makin sure none of them drift away Tony is actually screeching in joy because a c t u a l s a n d Toast would prefer to be near Steve so she hangs on to his drawstring of his swimsuit Nat teaches Hill how to train and ride hermit crabs reioka: Tony: *cries* Look at my beautiful family. Bucky: Aw, doll. :) You don't have to-- Tony: MY FAMILY KICKS EVERY OTHER FAMILY'S ASS. Bucky: ...Doll. Steve: *laughs, chokes on sea water* ifdragonscouldtalk: Clint.... Challenges a blue crab,, to a fight Bruce has to save him reioka: Okay so hear me out -- Bruce and Betty are together but Clint just kind of gets inserted into their relationship because "I'm pretty sure he's lowkey trying to die" Bruce says and then Betty has a baby and Clint was like "Holy shit this thing is huge. I love her. She's mine now." Betty's amused. Bruce just sighs. ifdragonscouldtalk: G O O D Clint trying to get the baby to challege a crab to a fight reioka: Baby sitting on it and crushing it with her diaper. Clint: ...That works. Bruce: Stop trying to get our child to fight everything bigger than you, Clint! Clint: *starts crying* Bruce: Oh God what did I do Betty: *snorting, trying to get the crab to let go of the baby's diaper* You called her 'our' baby and he's included in the 'our' and he's happy you idiot. Bruce: Oh ifdragonscouldtalk: Natasha rides past on a hermit crab and clint starts blabbering to her and shes just like yeah? Can YOUR kid race hermit crabs Clint looks at Bruce and Betty. Bruce: No, our kid cannot- Betty: if you can find one big enough Bruce: BeTTY reioka: Betty: Oh my God Bruce he's never going to find a crab big enough. Bruce: I don't believe that. I believe he could find one. He regularly gets himself thrown out of the tank to steal my pizza. Betty: He's so tiny how much could he eat? Bruce: *stony silence* Betty: D: ifdragonscouldtalk: Ok but Bucky with seahorses just hanging onto his hair. Theyre everywhere. He looks like a seahorse tree. reioka: Pepper takes lots of pictures. Bucky loves them. He'd thought about cutting his hair at one point but now that he has become the seahorse tree he vows to only have it trimmed. ifdragonscouldtalk: A horseshoe crab scares one of the kids and Tony's just like im gONNA FITE IT and Steve is like nO reioka: Tony manages to knock it upside down but it's so distressed by it that he gets Steve to turn it back over and it scuttles away in the opposite direction ifdragonscouldtalk: Ok but also Clint and Tony and Natasha forcing pep to help them set up a 'human date' for Nat and Hill because yes reioka: Clint and Tony vibrating when they see Hill coming back with Natasha, ready to interrogate her on whether the date went well, but then Hill leans down and presses a kiss to Natasha's cheek (Well, her entire side of her head, but they intention is still there) and they squeal and then slap at each other to shut up because NATASHA IS BLUSHING OH MY KRILL ifdragonscouldtalk: G O O D Natasha is smug like "She's definitely my mate. She just hasn't done the ritual yet." Hill going to Coulson like "a fish is courting me" reioka: Coulson: Stranger things have happened. Hill: Not to ME ifdragonscouldtalk: Wwheezesx justin hammer,,, stealing them reioka: NOOOOO Can you imagine Tony, Natasha, and Clint trying to protect all the fry Trying so hard, but they all get taken anyway, and they know they couldn't really do anything against a human but they feel like they SHOULD HAVE ifdragonscouldtalk: Can you imagine,, tony breaking down,,, and justin trying to get them to breed. Cuz m e r m a i ds. And tony just telling him that if he touched the kids his mates would kill him reioka: Justin would probably curse himself for missing two seahorses But NAY TWO SUPER SOLDIERS ifdragonscouldtalk: ScReech can u imagine justin putting a little glowy tracking device in tonys chest reioka: Honestly I'm just imagining them all being so scared that their tails clutch at each other until they're just a big ball of trembling, teary seahorses WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT I love it ifdragonscouldtalk: When they finally do come it's actually Maria who gets there first and she scoops up hill and nat and holds them desperately Just nuzzling them Bruce finds clint actually sobbing Steve and bucky beat justin mostly dead reioka: GOOD He deserves it ifdragonscouldtalk: Tony clings to steves fingers and cries while bucky gets the kids reioka: Steve presses desperate kisses all over Tony's body but his lips glance over whether the tracker is and Tony wails in pain and Steve is horrified because oh God what did Hammer DO Bruce physically stops Steve from walking over and crushing Hammer's skull under his boot because he needs to know everything Hammer did

[dreams-of-headcanons]

Oh boy I was not tagged xD

I just saw it on @skelltales and wanted to do it.

hooo boy I spotted a few I’m kinda nervous about answering

Name: Caitlin

Nickname: Chamomile

Age: 25

Date of Birth: October 18th, 1991

Nationality: American

Heritage: A lot of my Ancestors are from the British Isles. Mostly England. I had some relative on my dad’s side within the last maybe 100 yrs that were straight from Ireland.

Religion: None. Not my thing. I used to be interested in Wicca and Paganism. I was raised by Baptist Christians though.

Current Place of Residence: North Carolina

Education: Still in College... trying to figure out what I’m doing with my life.

Car: I don’t even have my license because I don’t get much chance to practice and when I do I get too nervous and my mom isn’t much help. But. I had a Blue 2001 VW Beetle I was gonna drive and used to practice in but an important metal pipe on it got rusted and there was a hole in it. So all the fluid leaked out and it won’t run anymore (｡•́︿•̀｡) I think it was the coolant. And VW Beetles are way expensive to take care of, so we gave up on it.

Skills: Writing, Drawing, Being Helpful, Giving Advice, Video Games, I know how to run a register minus some of the more confusing parts, Cooking, I love cooking, Did I mention video games? xD

Pets: 1 pretty little pupper, 1 big fat cat, and 1 smaller cat. All 3 of them are assholes.

Marital Status: Single and NOT ready to mingle. I am perfectly happy as a single pringle. Now I want pringles.

Children: Zer000. None. Nope. There was a point in the past that I had considered them but fuck no. Maybe adopt in the VERY far future if I find an s/o that wants kids but I would MUCH rather stick to animals. I want to own a bird or snake one day. 

Siblings: I’m a spoiled only child (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Height: 5′3″

Weight: kinda self conscious about this one but last time I checked it was between 220-230. It used to be higher but I’ve steadily been working on losing weight and succeeding. Could probably succeed more faster if I tried harder but I’m too lazy.

Eye Color: Blue. sometimes they look kinda greyish or greenish. But mostly Blue.

Hair Color: I don’t even know sometimes tbh. It was dark ass brown when I was an infant. Strawberry blonde when I was little. Dirty blonde as I got old. Now it’s like a dark? blonde? or a darkish ash blonde. sort of.

Disorders/Disabilities: I’m near sighted. I have astigmatism in my right eye. Which means that that eye is warped. What’s weird is that if you look close enough you can tell because the pupil isn’t a perfect circle. I’ve been wearing glasses since 1st grade.

Some Traits About Me: Passionate about the things I believe in or love, I’m a total nerd, I’m kindhearted (sometimes to a fault), If someone messes with me or especially my friends I go from sweet quiet shy to go fuck yourself before I punch you in the face, even though I hate confrontation, but sometimes it just can’t be avoided.

Favorite Food: omg pasta and pizza, one of the reasons why I’m so slow to lose weight. also one of the reasons I love Papyrus so much.

Favorite Drink: Earl/Lady Grey tea, other types of Tea, Water is always good from the right source, and if we’re talkin’ soda then I love Root Beer and Cream Soda. Or just about any flavor of Fanta because I love fruit sodas.

Top Five Movies: Fantastic Beasts and where the find them, Warcraft, Sweeney Todd or just about any Tim Burton movie tbh, the How to Train your Dragon movies, and Into the Woods

Top Five Tv Shows: Steven Universe, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, Castlevania, and I don’t know to put for #5. Maybe Danny Phantom or the old Teen Titans... or Rurouni Kenshin.

Top Five Songs: Ffffff I dunno I can’t think of shit right now. Saria’s song from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and covers I’ve heard of it, Bonetrousle from Undertale(also the covers), Holiday by Green Day, Wolf in Sheep’s clothing by Set it Off, annnd Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold

Favorite Sport: Not much into Sports anymore but I used to always really liked Baseball and Basketball. I used to love shooting hoops. Michael Jordan was one of my idols when I was growing up.

Favorite Book: Harry Potter books, Abhorsen Trilogy, and some of the Warcraft books

Favorite Color: Rainbow. I don’t know. It depends on my mood. Lately I favor some shades of purple but I also love red and some shades of blue or pink. I’ve also always loved Turquoise.

Broken Bones: Never broke a bone but I sprained my pinky toe once. I landed weird on my trampoline when I was little. My toe bent outward away from where it was supposed to be. I had to stay home the next day. My mom called a nurse and the nurse told her to put a cotton ball between my toes and tape them together, like a splint. The toe and some of the area around it was also very bruised. Darkly bruised.

Fears: Failing and roaches except lately they make me react more violent than scared, also when I take my dog out to potty in the front yard while it’s dark the edges of the house make me really nervous because I can’t see anything and I feel exposed. Unless there’s a full moon and a clear enough sky.

I’m not tagging anyone. Any of you can do it if you want to. 

[breeeliss]

[Femslash February]: Flowers

i feel like i’m just going to accept the fact that i’m going to be perpetually a day behind on these things. 

also this took forever to write im off my game today xD

Day 9: Flowers (Alyanette)

Words: 2200

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: On Wheels] [Next: Sunlight]

One of the first things Alya learned about Marinette was that she doodled flowers when she was bored. 

They started off as small, blossoming roses in the corners of her notebooks that weren’t any larger than the tip of her pinky. If you left her to it for long enough, she’d wrap vines, leaves, ladybugs, caterpillars, bees, birds, clouds, and more flowers all around the margins of her book. Sometimes, she’d sneak her colored felt pens and highlighters to school and add in whorls of colors and outlandish patterns until her entire notebook page was covered with fields and gardens and windowsills dripping in plants. She’d always take a picture of it on her phone -- to turn it into an embroidery, or a screen print for a t-shirt, or a design for a book cover -- and pout pitifully for Alya to send her copies of her notes. 

It blended seamlessly into the normality that was Marinette -- the color pink, pigtails, the smell of bread, pinpricks on fingertips, different nail polish everyday, humming music under her breath, and doodling flowers in class. 

One day, Alya’s hand was right next to Marinette’s notebook, and Marinette continued the doodle from the edge of the page onto the back of Alya’s hand. Alya raised a brow when she started, but shrugged when Marinette asked if it bothered her. As far as idiosyncracies went, Marinette’s were all rather harmless. Besides, it was rather nice to take notes with one hand and feel the light brush of Marinette’s pen sketching away against her other. 

It always took three washes in the shower to get all the pen out, and her mother kept worrying her with folk knowledge about skin cancer and ink poisoning, but Alya didn’t like showing up to school the next day with the sketches still on her arm. It almost felt like her duty to give Marinette a blank canvas everyday, to encourage her darling little habits that were secretly the highlight of Alya’s day. 

“Why flowers?” she asked Marinette as she added yellows and oranges to the sunflowers she was drawing along the vein inside of her wrist. 

Marinette tapped the end of her pen against Alya’s nose. “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

“How flattering,” Alya joked. “Do you sweet talk all of your notebooks like this too?”

“Of course,” Marinette chuckled, extending her horizon down Alya’s arm so she could add another row of flowers. “Nah, they’re just easy to draw. Mindless enough that I can half pay attention to the lesson.”

“You could just pay attention to the lesson and doodle later,” she teased. 

But Marinette gripped Alya’s arm and held it still as sketched. “Noooo, physics is so boring. Besides, you and Adrien are better at explaining it. And god forbid I want my art advertised.”

“To who? My family?”

“Yes. Their approval is very important to me.”

“I actually think my mom loves sunflowers, so that shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Look at that! I’m psychic too! Sometimes I surprise even myself.”

Marinette started taking pictures of Alya’s arms as well, and she’d send them to her at the end of every class. Alya just sort of kept them in their own little album in her phone and flipped through them when she was waiting for the bus or laying in bed at night trying to fall asleep. Sometimes, they were incredibly simple -- like a long chain of tulips wrapping around her wrist. Sometimes, during long periods, Marinette would manage to create abstract drawings filled with rings of daisies with hearts in the middle, swirling clouds that circled fields of violets, and shining suns with beams turning into longer vines of leaves and flower buds that left Alya reeling from the detail of it all. On the weekends, when she knew she wasn’t going to see Marinette the next day, she’d avoid washing it off just so she could trace all the lines and patterns with her fingertips and marvel at the talent. 

It almost seemed like something Alya could force meaning into if she really wanted to. Like those moments where you realize you’re the exception, and your heart wants to add sentimentality where it doesn’t necessarily belong. But it was such a mundane habit the two of them shared, that it seemed silly and self-indulgent to even hope for something like that. Even selfish to demand more of something that was already special and perfect. 

Adrien laughed when she moved to sit next to him in class one day to work on the literature project they partnered up to complete. “Daffodils today, huh?”

“Sometimes I have to look them up online,” Alya said. “She drew amaryllises the other day. I didn’t even know that’s what they were called.”

He gestured for her arm. “Can I see? I was watching while she was drawing on you today, she was concentrating so hard.”

“Yeah, she added butterflies to this one and started getting all crazy with the wings and the lines and stuff,” Alya mused. “It’s pretty with all the red and purple added in, but it’s going to take forever to wash off.”

“Well, that’s Marinette. Putting 110% into everything.” Adrien turned her wrist to the left and squinted at one of the designs. “Huh. I didn’t know she writes things, too.”

Alya frowned. “She doesn’t write anything. Not that I know of anyway...”

Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe I’m just seeing things. Thought for sure that looked like an ‘M’.”

“Where?”

“Right here. Above the bone in your wrist. Next to the tree with the red leaves.”

Alya checked where Adrien was pointing, and sure enough, there did look to be something that resembled an ‘M’ resting just underneath a flower petal that was lying right next to a great tree that took up half of Alya’s arm. “Huh. You’re right. Does look like a letter.”

“Could be just an accident.”

“I dunno,” Alya squinted. “Hard to accidentally draw an ‘M’. Plus, it’s just under the flower lying there out of nowhere.”

Adrien tapped his pen against his lips. “Maybe it’s just her signature, you know? Doesn’t she monogram ‘M’s on everything?”

Alya hummed. “Yeah, she does. But, what, she’s signing my arms now?”

“She did say she wanted you to show off her art,” Adrien chuckled. 

“Well, damn, good to know I’m her new canvas,” she said, pretending to sound annoyed. “I thought she was kidding about that.”

“Marinette doesn’t strike me as much of a kidder,” Adrien said. “I mean you definitely know her more than I do, but it always seems like she’s got a reason for doing something you know?”

Alya ran her thumb across the letter. “Yeah....that’s true.”

She pointed it out to Marinette as a joke the next morning. Marinette contained her smile by biting her lip, dipped her head so that her bangs covered her face, and muttered, “Yeah, that’s me. Signing everything...”

“Guess you’re serious about me advertising your art, huh?”

“Yeah...” Marinette said absently. “I never kid.”

Alya spent the entire walk back to her house from school looking for Marinette’s initial on her arm, wondering where she’d hidden it that day. Except, Alya never found an ‘M’. Instead, she found an ‘E’ written along the vine wrapping around her thumb. The day after that, it was what she was sure was a ‘J’. Then, another ‘E’. 

Was it a message? A word she was trying to spell out? MEJE hardly meant anything, unless she’d caught Marinette in the middle of a word or a sentence. Maybe it was a joke she was trying to spell out, or some silly message that she wanted to sneakily place into her art. Like that time Marinette sent her ten texts that were just pictures that was supposed to say “Please help me I am very hungry and very sad.”

“Maybe it’s in another language?” Nino offers when Alya shows him the ‘T’ on her sleeve of buttercups that Marinette drew on her arm during maths. “Doesn’t she know Chinese?”

“Barely,” Alya smirked. “Plus, wouldn’t she just use characters and not letters?”

“I guess so.” Nino laughed and twisted Alya’s arm around to stare at the design that was looping around all of her fingers today. “Must be something really important. She’s putting a lot of work into these doodles. You might as well get one of these tattooed.”

“Watch it be a meme she found on the Internet the other day. If it is, I��ll kill her.”

An ‘A’ and an ‘I’ came next, and then another ‘M’ before the letters started to repeat. Alya waited until she was home and typed in all the letters she’d gotten so far: MEJETAIMEJ. 

It seemed like nonsense to her at first, and Alya blamed the late hour for making her miss what was so obviously right in front of her face the entire time. But she blinked at the letters right in the middle of the jumble and felt her chest tighten a little. 

JETAIME. 

Je t’aime. 

She had to rewrite all the letters four times over to make sure she didn’t miss one, to make sure they were all in the right order, to make sure that she wasn’t just projecting her feelings onto something as innocuous as silly little messages left in the doodles that Marinette left on her arms. But Alya wasn’t wrong, and that may have been the most confusing and frustrating part of all of this. It didn’t make any sense. They told each other they loved each other all the time. They were best friends, of course they loved each other. Maybe it was just that. Maybe it was just a cute little message from a friend that she wasn’t meant to read into. Maybe. 

Or maybe there was a reason Marinette wasn’t just telling her. Because it was heavier than it had been before. So heavy that Marinette couldn’t bear to say it with a new meaning -- a meaning that could very well add a different filter to everything. 

Alya waited for more days -- waited for the ‘E,’ ‘T,’ ‘A,’ and ‘I’ -- until it was Saturday and they were lying down on Marinette’s bed, limbs tangled together, watching a movie on the laptop balanced on Alya’s stomach. Her right arm was held up while Marinette started drawing roses on her wrists again. 

Alya cleared her throat and lowered the volume on the movie. “It’s an ‘M’ today again. Isn’t it?”

Marinette’s pen stilled for only half a second before she continued shading in a petal. “So you figured it out?”

“Pretty sure,” Alya muttered. She was hyper aware of the feeling of Marinette’s head pressed up against her temple and Marinette’s nose that was tucked against her neck. She swallowed and tried to make her voice sound stronger than her resolve felt. “I...I love you too.”

“But do you?” Marinette muttered, keeping her eyes on her pen and on Alya’s arm. “I mean, really honestly. Do you? Because....i-if you don’t, it’s fine. I just...sometimes I feel like I have all these things I want to tell you and I don’t know how to say them. So I just...picked the best thing that fit. But if you don’t....I mean, I don’t have to -- ”

“You’re rambling, babe,” Alya interrupted gently. 

Marinette laughed against her skin. “Sorry. I’m not very good at this sort of thing. And I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Nothing you do could freak me out, Mari. You don’t have to worry about that” Alya assured. “I’m not freaked out.”

“So then....what are you?”

Things with Marinette always felt so natural, like one thing bled seamlessly into the next. Nothing felt jarring and nothing felt strange enough to need a period of time to settle and adjust. Things just were, and no matter what came up the two of them molded into it perfectly without ever needing to explain or defend. Alya wondered if this was exactly what was happening now. Because Alya had always loved Marinette, always loved her with all her heart. She traced back along the past year to see if that love turned into a love, if that comfort turned into a need, if those changes were even the sorts of things you could track and notice. But there was never a sharp jolt or jump to indicate a change. Alya wouldn’t be surprised if one morning she woke up, got dressed for school, saw Marinette stumbling into class with only seconds to spare before the bell and realized ah! There it was. There were all the small letters left behind like clues forming together into something beautiful that Alya could treasure deeply. 

It took no work. Smooth. Effortless. Everything always easy. 

What are you?

Alya shut her eyes and pressed a small, short kiss on Marinette’s lips, smiling at the gasp that jumped up from Marinette’s throat and past Alya’s lips. They pushed back against hers as Marinette kissed her back, and for such a brief moment the whole world stilled and everything felt perfect and righted. 

“I’m happy.” 

[saikaigigi]

4/6 update

Last Friday, I visited the art club at my base school (it's technically still my base school until August!). There were 4 junior high students doing a kind of pressed print using plastic sheets they etched into. There was 1 high school girl in there quietly sketching, but I didn't bother her much. I kind of just showed up and was like "Whats that? And this? Who made this? Omg this is cool!" XD I went back on Monday with my drawing tablet like the art teacher asked me to, and I let the junior high girls try it out. They were amazed at how it worked. They had never seen something like it and the program was new to them, too. It was really cool to see them realize that this is how a lot of anime art is made. After I let them doodle for like an hour, I showed them how to draw a head from the base sketch - with the circle and forming the chin, placement of the eyes and nose, etc. They were really attentive and just letting it sink in. I was actually really nervous when I began drawing in front of them. It felt sort of like I was performing, and I was surprised at how it felt. My hand felt like I didn't have control. After a minute or so, this went away for the most part. I forgot my charger, so eventually the tablet died. I pulled out my sketchbook and let them look through that, and then I showed them how to draw a chibi. It's really funny, because I used to be really bad at chibi's. I'm realizing this week how much better I got at drawing anime style over the years. I even did a quick sketch re-draw of one of the very first drawings I did when I got a tablet in 2010 (was it 2010? I know I got one with graduation money and I graduated in 2009...hm well the drawing was from 2010 anyway).  ​ I finally went back to my 2nd high school this week and I discovered my schedule, plus a new JTE (Japanese teacher of English). They have me for 3 days a week starting this month, and each day I have at least 3 classes. On Wednesday, I have the first years with the new JTE. I'm kind of nervous because he's old and semi-retired, and all the teachers at the school dislike him already... I'll just be kind and do my best. So that school gave me 11 classes, and my base school gave me 10(3 of which are junior high classes). That's 21 classes a week. More than the JTEs have. So, that may change. I'm already stressed about it. I have a back ache and yesterday I had a headache. I hope this doesn't continue! I need to relax... There was a welcome party last night for the new teachers at my base school. It was pretty fun! The raffle seating sat me next to a front office worker who I thought disliked me, but shortly after the dinner started he said "You like Sailor Moon, right?" So I actually had a conversation with him for the first time. Sure, I've spoken to him before. He's the guy who came to fix some stuff in my apartment when I arrived. But it was always "What did you say?" from me, which may have been frustrating for him. At least, that's what I thought. Maybe he's just awkward. I dunno, but I found out his wife is Chinese and she also has an aversion to seafood, so he said he understands how I feel about it. He's the first Japanese person to kind of understand that about me. I grew up with no ocean around me, so naturally.... Actually, I have friends and family who like seafood. I dunno how that happened. Enlighten me! Yesterday at work, I met the new principal at my base school. He's fluent in English, and this took me by surprise. When he asked me where I was from I stuttered! lol During his introduction later at the welcome party, the vice principal revealed that the new principal was a bass player. I was surprised at that! There were chances for Q&A, so I asked him "What kind of music do you like?" To which he answered really well and I discovered he likes classic hard rock. Everyone who wasn't a JTE in the room was completely lost lol. But they were all pleasantly surprised when I raised my hand to ask a question. After that, he flagged me down and we talked a bit, and he wants to make a teacher band. I told him I'm in! I need to not use gestures when I talk to him, he doesn't need them. It's just become a habit lol Why do I always end up making music with old men? Speaking of music, I've been practicing my shinobue flute this week during the 50 minutes or so before my neighbor comes home. It's kind of confusing at times because the fingerings are completely different from concert flute. For starters, my left thumb and pinky aren't even used. And the right hand finger holes are supposed to be covered with the pad of your fingers, not your fingertips. This is really weird for me! But back to the fingerings - to play an A, the pattern is what a C is on concert flute. My brain gets so confused sometimes. Flats and sharps are played by only covering half of a hole on the flute. This is new to me. And high notes are easier than the low notes, at least for me. Anyway, I plan on practicing more. Last weekend, I went with Philip and his cousin to a small concert at a cafe in the mountains. It was really cool! The pianist was the same one I had seen perform at my 2nd high school back in November, which was a complete coincidence. He performed with 2 other musicians. One was the percussion, playing a drum and tapping his foot that had bells tied to it, and he sang. He also had a shinobue flute that he played a little :) The third musician was playing what sounded like a cello in ways, but was more Asian sounding. It had 2 strings and was played vertically, like a cello. But this wasn't all he did. He also did 2 tone harmonic throat singing. I was really confused because the harmonic sounded like a flute! But the other guys flute was on the floor! These people were really talented, and created great atmospheric music. Many people closed their eyes and enjoyed the music. I closed my eyes a little, too. The sakura are finally blooming here. I see them everywhere when I'm driving. But, I have to say - I can't really tell them apart from some plum trees. There was also a tree that I was told was actually an almond tree, but it had really pretty flowers that looked like my image of sakura. Actually, a lot of sakura around here are white. I'm a little disappointed when I see those. I want the pink ones!!  ​

[ramblingsofasquid-blog]

A Post I Never Thought I’d Write

Uhhmm. So hello there?? Its been awhile hasn’t it? Since the last time I send this kind of links. Haha. And I guess this’ll be the longest one up to date. I dunno. We’ll see.

To be honest, I kept thinking about the days when I wouldn’t send you a link. Haha. But I did write you some on those days, I just have second thoughts on whether to send it or not, so in the end, I haven’t got the chance to send them at all and just put it at the drafts section. Sorry about that. Haha.

I’ve been thinking about a lot of things actually. So here it goes. Just read okay? I’ve put a lot of thought into this one. Haha. 

Just sit back and read, here lies my last link for you:

Hmmm.So where do I start? Haha. Ahh! Yeah. To be honest, I’m really not okay lately. Having breakdowns, been thinking a lot, being emotionally unstable at times too. Its not easy of course. Haha. Deactivating and re-activating my social media sites goes on and on. Not having the drive to do what you used to love doing. I used to draw whenever I feel down but that didn’t work either. And then later on i found myself not doing it anymore, but I'm still trying to get back on it, don’t worry. I'm still trying to be okay.

I thought I can still go on and just act normally as if everything is okay, but recently I realized that I can't. I can't go on being like this. I just can't. I guess things just really don’t work out the way we wanted it to be. And I know that I don’t have any control of that. But accepting it doesn’t mean it wont make me sad from time to time, because it will.

So here I am trying to say a proper goodbye. Some people chose to leave not because they want to but because they have to. And i guess i'm one of those people. I have to go. For now. Its just temporary. Hahaha. I just have to sort things out for myself. I need to forget and let go of something in order to maintain something. You're smart enough. You know what I mean. I know you. Haha.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry kasi alam ko I won’t be able to fulfill that once a month na pagkikita na ako mismo ang nag-propose. Grabe no? Tokis. Haha. Sorry naaa. I just have to, y’know? I know or at least I hope you’d understand. Hmm. You won’t be able to see me anytime soon. I don’t know when, but I do know that I’ll come back. I’ll be back. :) You can still email me at times though. Ah! Yeah. Email. That’s the most effective way to contact me. Well, that is if you feel like it. Haha. Oh. And there’s still skype, although there’s a 60/40 chance that I’d reply back(immediately). My messenger would still be active too, but yeah. I won’t use it all the time or not at all. Hmm. Yeah. I guess that’s how its gonna be for the time being.

 Hmm. And I guess, I won’t have to worry about you most of the time now. I know you’re okay. You told me so, back then in Alabang. And I know you’d be okay. I’m relieved, to be honest. And I’m okay that you’re doing okay and just fine. I’m glad that I decided to go and meet up with you that day. I really am. I’m serious when I messaged you that day to say “Thank you”.  Thank you for letting me hold your hand that day too before we go on our separate ways and go home. I guess I needed that that day. Now that I think about it, that’s the first time we did that. HAHAHA. We always, I mean, I used to just hook pinky fingers with you back then in college. HAHAHA. Well that was funny. :D But still, thank you. Thank you for your time, for choosing to spend your day-off with me(I’m really flattered. Haha. Kasi out of all people di ba? Madami naman dyang mas malapit sa location mo like Adie or kung sino pa), for making me smile that day kahit medyo weird ako that day at di naman masyadong eventful yung meetup natin nun. Hahahaha. Thank you.

I’m happy you’re happy. :) Cos that’s the way you should be. You deserve to be happy. Please don’t ever think you don’t. Yeah, there would be times that you won’t feel okay, but that’s okay too. You’re human. You’re entitled to feel things. And for the hundredth time, its okay not to be okay. You’ll get through things, I know you would. It may take some time to get through it, but I believe you can. I always will. So please take care of yourself while I’m away. Okay? Haha. But I think even if I didn’t say that, you’d still take care of yourself and there’s a lot of people around you who cares for you too as much as I do. :) And I’m grateful for that.

Sorry for this dramatic post. Baka yun na iniisip mo by this part(if ever umabot ka dito). Haha. Sorry naa. Hayaan mo na ngayon lang naman eh. Ang option mo lang naman ngayon is basahin to o hindi eh. Hahaha. Its up to you naman, I’m just here to write. I won’t be able to proofread this too. Haha. All of this are written real-time. XD

I’m leaving you a couple of playlist too. The one I was talking about on my previous links. Since some of it are still unfinished, I’d update them from time to time while I’m MIA. Haha. Here it goes:

*when you feel down or when you feel like shit

https://open.spotify.com/user/apricity10/playlist/3qONvqkp5g6Qd2L8pKCmeC?si=_GCjHFMOQf629AoKhYuTfA

*when you miss me?(If ever.) HAHAHA. XD

https://open.spotify.com/user/apricity10/playlist/6yXZD1s8uoEjhGdXRWfXC2?si=jY7qm2rEQZCztvI3dmTgjg

*a random playlist that I made that I usually listen to or when I’m by myself. Just in case you want to listen to it as well:

https://open.spotify.com/user/apricity10/playlist/0G885eLXtIS1XKpw1tdV8i?si=GXIp2g8DQj-xmCMmaCAPWA

You once said that I’m one of your best friend, sorry for taking away your best friend for a while. I’ll give her back soon, don’t worry. I just have to take her somewhere. We just have to settle and do things. Figure things out, let go of things, just get her somewhere for awhile. She just have to learn and accept things while on it. Hahaha. Maybe when she decided to come back she’ll be a much better friend that you deserve? Hahaha. Yeah, she will be. So until then, don’t miss her too much. Hahahaha. Jk.

Sa tingin ko sobrang haba na nito. Hahaha. Again, sorry for that. Well, guess I should stop here. Masyado ng naging nobela to. Take care of yourself out there squiddo. Stay away from hospitals, don’t get stressed too much. Baka sugurin kita ng di oras. Haha. Seriously though, just take care. I’ll do the same. Don’t worry, mother. Hahahaha. De-stress yourself once in a while, especially when you really need to. Okay? Do things that you love. There’s a lot of great things ahead us. Go for it. :)

P.S. Pst. Ohayou~/Oyasumi~ Don’t miss me too much. Haha. As if. Lol. Rainy season ulit or cold weather is coming. Keep warm squiddo. :) Wait for me? Haha. Ja ne~ Ganbatte!

P.P.S. ❤ , 🐙