#If anyone is interested I'll explain what he said and my response.... I'm trying to figure out how to tell him what he said was wrong

[sxfterhearts]

cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

[kingsmoot]

i'm interested by your interpretation of Ramsay's "[...]there was a woman promised me." line being about Theon you mentioned in the nosafeanchorage post's tags! care to elaborate? i need to see your beautiful mind

i would literally love to elaborate, yes

under the cut for general discussion of sexual violence/westerosi gendered violence

-> reblog of original post by nosafeanchorage

this is long as hell because i like talking about acok theon chapters at great length

"reek"'s intro in bran vi; i'm including this for three reasons:

the pig fucking is referenced again in theon v

the significance of theon insulting/undermining ramsay's sexuality

palla

a point of theon's arc that nosafeanchorage explains really succinctly is this:

theon’s theme is that every ill he ever committed gets punished several times over, he undergoes excessive victimisation along thematic lines for every single thing. thematically it would be fitting that he wasn’t spared that particular punishment. theon raped and enabled rape, so he was raped, sexually tortured and punished as rapist, all at the same time. possibly.

the first thing theon does when he meets ramsay is sexually humiliate him. no, it's not the worst thing anyone's ever said on-page to emasculate someone. it doesn't even make it onto the list of the Notable Things People Do To Sexually Humiliate Others in westeros. but it's significant that their first interaction is theon sexually belittling ramsay. it sets ramsay up to have a chip on his shoulder about how theon treated him when he was his prisoner, and specifically sets up the possibility of sexual humiliation in retaliation for theon's sexual humiliation of him. definitely not a proportional response but ramsay's a terrifyingly violent man who doesn't have proportionate responses to anything.

it is also significant imo that ramsay tells theon that he hasn't fucked anyone since they arrested him. you could read this neutrally and you wouldn't be wrong. but i read this as ramsay setting his intentions/explaining his frustrations. telling prettyboy in ned stark's chair that he hasn't fucked anyone in too long.

also, it's established here that palla has already been raped and brutalized by theon's men. this is further clarified in theon's next chapter when bran and rickon escape and he tells her father farlen to ready the dogs to go find them because he's [theon] the only thing keeping her safe from further assault.

"reek" swearing allegiance to house greyjoy in bran vi; this is an example you could also easily say i'm reading too much into, but i think it's important

i read ramsay in theon's acok chapters as purposefully sexually threatening. you could say my knowledge of what's to come (theon's torture and sexual assault in adwd) is influencing me here and that ramsay isn't being sexually intimidating but i would disagree. i get the heebie jeebies reading these interactions and it's because they make me think of what it feels like to be covertly sexually threatened by someone bigger and stronger than you

importantly i'll note that i don't think theon reads any of these interactions as sexually threatening, because he's blind to the scale of ramsay's threat and because he is a man who does not see himself as sexually vulnerable so he wouldn't interpret anything ramsay says to him as a threat of sexual violence

but to me, ramsay bartering for status here is him testing the waters for establishing a tit-for-tat dynamic later on. he's trying to get close to theon to put himself into a position of influence with enough trust that he will be able to leave winterfell and bring roose's garrison from the dreadfort. and that kind of trust will only come from theon owing him something, so he starts discussing trades early on. i'll wash if you set me free.

it's a very simple exchange and i think you can write it off neutrally but this is the first of their many exchanges, sets the initial power dynamic between them, and is a bodily exchange. i'll wash, if you'll have me as your man. could i have phrased it differently? sure.

establishment of terms in theon v; this is another this-for-that exchange between ramsay and theon and it's one that's very clearly negotiated

"he had gone too far with reek to turn back now" is a line that i think has clear connotations of sexual violence, specifically to theon. to me it calls to mind when a woman is being physical with a man, doesn't want to go further than a certain point, but it pressured/forced into doing things she isn't comfortable with.

the line as-is in context is of course, very literally about sexual violence. theon is conceding to giving this girl, who two of his men have already raped, to ramsay, who he knows will hurt her even more. theon understands even as he makes this deal that this is wrong, that he shouldn't/doesn't want to be doing this, but he tells us (the audience listening to his narration) that he's trapped. he has no other choice. he can't turn back now.

theon calls back to the pigfucking because he feels powerless in this situation, backed into a corner, and is purposefully referencing a time only a few days ago when he was the one with the upper hand

it's also relevant that one of ramsay's justifications for having palla in exchange for 200 men is that she's "damaged goods" anyway

there is, obviously, no situation where a man being "given" a woman in exchange for his service is telling you he'd like to have a mutually consensual relationship with her. but specifically ramsay is clarifying that palla has already been raped, so it's fair game to rape her again. the damage has "already been done" so what's another assailant?

this is part of what nosafeanchorage mentioned about theon both being a rapist himself (the captain's daugher + kyra, at least) and being complicit in rape (palla)

so this passage is relevant for the pigfucking comment, the transactional exchange, the "he had gone too far to turn back now", and theon's agreement to sell palla into sexual slavery/potential death

which all brings us to:

the end of theon vi; i think in the examples above i've been clear in how i view ramsay's interactions with theon to be allusions to/threats of sexual violence, and that all comes to a head here

ramsay's lips are often described as 'glistening' or 'wet' probably because he's a husky mouthbreather, but the movement right before he calls theon "his sweet prince" of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand is sexually predatory to me. like he's drooling at the thought.

also ramsay calling theon "my sweet prince" here is very purposeful. it's been "m'lord prince" until now, and this is the very first sign that the sexual humiliation is tipping in the other direction. it's a belittling pet name.

ramsay explains that he wants kyra instead of palla, but i think there's more emphasis on kyra being theon's bedwarmer. it's not that she smells better or is prettier, it's that she's theon's, and the scales are tipping now. their positions of power are changing.

also the fact that ramsay backhands him to me is a parallel to common images of domestic violence when men beat their wives. he doesn't punch him, or strike him with the pommel of his sword, or beat him with his shield. he backhands him. that's not. necessarily. a gendered form of violence. but to me it calls to mind a very specific image of domestic abuse.

i actually dislike calling what ramsay does to theon "abuse" because i think "torture" is simply more accurate and descriptive. but this specific interaction has always felt very gendered to me. specifically the image of a woman being struck by her partner for talking back.

i'll also include my friend's response to this when i was going crazy over this same excerpt because i think he distilled the Vibe very successfully

and then here's me

did someone order a [garrison of 200 sworn swords]? i did but i don't have any [sworn swords left of my own]

tysm for asking me to share my thoughts ~

[manzis-world]

Chapter 1 -An unlikely encounter

Part 1

Sirius Black, age 6, with his striking black curly hair and grey eyes, fidgeted nervously as his mother, Walburga, fixed his bow tie. Her emotionless face, framed by her long, slicked-back black hair in a tight bun, betrayed no hint of warmth or affection. "Sirius, I want you to look after your brother and behave properly while your father and I mingle with the adults," she instructed, her voice firm and controlled. "Kreacher, keep an eye on them."

Sirius nodded, his grey eyes darting to his father, Orion, who stood beside Walburga, his stoic face and piercing silver eyes revealing no emotion. "Be good, my boy," Orion said, his deep voice firm but devoid of warmth.

Sirius looked down at his 5-year-old brother, Regulus, who clutched his hand, his big silver eyes welling up with tears. Sirius squeezed his brother's hand reassuringly, trying to convey comfort and protection. Regulus's curly hair was mussed, and his small face was pale, but he gazed up at Sirius with trust and adoration.

As their parents turned to mingle with the adults, Sirius felt a surge of responsibility and protectiveness towards his younger brother. He straightened his small shoulders, determined to care for Regulus and make their parents proud...

As Sirius and Regulus entered the children's corner, they were immediately drawn into a lively conversation with their cousins and acquaintances. Narcissa, Bellatrix's younger sister, greeted them warmly and invited them to join the group. Sirius, however, soon found himself losing interest in the conversation, his attention wandering to the other children in the room.

That's when he saw him - a boy with unruly black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin, playing with a ball in the corner. Sirius's curiosity was piqued; he had never seen anyone with brown skin before, and he felt an overwhelming urge to approach the boy.

Excusing himself from the group, Sirius made his way over to the boy, his eyes fixed on the unfamiliar features. The boy looked up, noticing Sirius's gaze, and smiled hesitantly.

"Hi," Sirius said, trying to sound casual. "I'm Sirius Black. I've never seen you around before."

The boy's smile grew wider. "I'm James Potter," he replied. "I'm here with my parents, Monty and Euphemia. We're friends of the Malfoys."

Sirius's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I'm friends with Lucius Malfoy too!"

James's eyes lit up. "No way! What a coincidence!"

As they began to chat, Sirius found himself feeling an instant connection to James, their shared curiosity and sense of adventure sparking a friendship that would last a lifetime...

Sirius asked James, "Why are you brown-colored?" But before James could answer, Regulus interrupted, "Yeah, why are you different from us?"

James looked taken aback by the questions, but he explained, "My father is from India, and my mother is from Spain. People from India are usually born with this skin color."

Regulus's curiosity was piqued, and he asked, "What's India?"

James thought for a moment before responding, "It's a country far, far away. My dad says it's hot and sunny there, and they have yummy food like curry and naan bread."

Sirius asked, "Why aren't you playing with the other kids?"

James looked down, his eyes sad. "They don't want to play with me because I'm different. They say I'm not like them."

Sirius's face darkened with anger. "That's not fair! I'll play with you, James. And Regulus will too, won't you, Reg?"

Regulus nodded enthusiastically, and James's face lit up with a smile. "Really? You'll play with me?"

Sirius grinned. "Of course! We're friends now, James. And friends don't care about skin color or where you're from."

The three boys clasped hands, forming an unlikely but strong bond, as they ventured into the garden, ready to face whatever adventures came their way...

As they explored the garden, James suddenly stopped in front of a beautiful, delicate flower. "Hey, guys! Look at this! It's a Blue Lily!"

Sirius and Regulus leaned in, fascinated. "What's so special about it?" Sirius asked.

James's eyes sparkled. "My friend Peter told me about it. His dad supplies herbs to my dad's business, and he said the Blue Lily has magical properties that can cure sunburn."

Regulus's eyes widened. "Wow, that's amazing!"

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, that's really cool. I've never seen a flower like that before."

James smiled. "Peter's really smart. We've been friends for ages, but he couldn't come today because he went to visit his grandmother."

As they admired the Blue Lily, Sirius turned to James. "You should show this to your friend Peter he'll be really interested."

James grinned. "Yeah, let's go! I want to see what he'll say about it."

Just as they were about to pick the Blue Lily, a soft voice whispered in James's ear, "Master James, remember what your mother said?"

James turned to see his house-elf, Simmy, standing behind him, her eyes shining with a gentle reminder.

"Oh, yeah!" James exclaimed. "My mom said not to break flowers at night because they're sleeping."

Simmy nodded, her curly hair bobbing up and down. "That's right, Master James. Flowers need their rest, just like we do."

Sirius and Regulus looked at each other, intrigued. "Flowers sleep?" Sirius asked.

Simmy smiled. "Yes, Master Sirius. They need the darkness to recharge for the next day. If you pick them now, they might not bloom again."

James nodded, making a decision. "We'll come back for it tomorrow, then. Thanks, Simmy!"

Simmy beamed with pride, happy to have helped her beloved master. "Anytime, Master James. Now, shall we get back to the party?"

As they continued their stroll, James and Sirius chatted excitedly about anything and everything, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Regulus listened intently, occasionally interjecting a comment or question, but never leaving his brother's side.

James smiled, noticing Regulus's constant presence. "You know, Regulus, you're always sticking with Sirius. You two are inseparable!"

Regulus looked up at James with a shy grin. "Yeah... Sirius is my big brother. I always want to be with him."

Sirius ruffled Regulus's hair, his eyes warm with affection. "And I always want to look out for you, little bro. We're a team, right?"

Regulus nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah! We're a team!"

James smiled, feeling happy for the brothers. "That's really cool. I'm glad you two have each other's backs."

James's eyes turned wistful. "I wish I had a sibling... it looks like so much fun."

Sirius's face lit up with a grin. "Don't worry, James! I'll be your brother! We can be brothers in spirit!"

But before James could respond, Regulus's face crumpled, and he burst into tears. "No! Sirius is my brother! I don't want to share him!"

Sirius knelt down, concern etched on his face. "Hey, Reg! What's wrong?"

Regulus flung his arms around Sirius's neck, holding him tightly. "I don't want James to be your brother! You're mine!"

James's eyes widened in surprise, but Sirius just chuckled and hugged Regulus back. "It's okay, Reg! James can be our brother too, and we'll all be like brothers together!"

Regulus sniffled, slowly calming down. "Okay... but you're still my big brother, Sirius."

Sirius smiled, ruffling Regulus's hair. "Always, little bro. Always."

James smiled warmly. "Hey, Regulus! I can be your big brother too! We can all be brothers together!"

Regulus's eyes widened, and he looked up at Sirius, who nodded encouragingly. Regulus's face lit up with a smile. "Really? You'll be my big brother too, James?"

James nodded. "Of course! We'll be like three brothers, always looking out for each other!"

Regulus squealed with delight, flinging his arms around James's neck. "Yay! I have two big brothers now!"

Sirius laughed, joining in the hug. "Now we're a team! The three of us, unstoppable!"

As they hugged, Simmy, James's house-elf, looked on, a warm smile on her face. "Master James, you've found yourself some wonderful friends..."

The three friends continued to hug, basking in the joy of their newfound brotherhood...

Just as the three friends were basking in the warmth of their newfound brotherhood, their stomachs growled in unison, as if on cue.

Simmy and Kreacher, who had been watching from a distance, chuckled and stepped forward. "Time for some food, young masters!" Simmy exclaimed.

Kreacher nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Indeed, indeed. Let us get you settled at the children's table."

With Simmy and Kreacher leading the way, the three friends followed, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation. They were soon seated at a cozy table, laden with all sorts of delicious treats.

Regulus's eyes widened at the spread before him. "Wow! So much food!"

James grinned. "Dig in, brothers! We're starving!"

Sirius nodded, already serving himself a plateful. "Let's eat, and then we can get back to our adventures!"

As they began to eat, their chatter and laughter filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of utensils on plates...

Ps- this is my first time writing if you guys like it I will write more the black are not evil in this just little chaotic

[yosuwo]

Unrequited Love?

Part 1/?

Part 2

Summary: I'm not really good at summarys but basically, reader has a crush on wanda but wanda ignores reader idk😭

Notes: this is my first time writing a fanfic, please tell me if I made any mistakes. Also English isn't my first language so it might have some grammar mistakes

High school AU

“Hey, Wanda!” I greet my classmate as she walks past me with a sigh, once again not bothering to acknowledge me. This has been going on for some time now: whenever she sees me, Wanda rolls her eyes in my direction and continues walking, treating me as if I’m unworthy of even being acknowledged.

I just want to be friends with Wanda, but there’s something about me that’s rubbing her the wrong way. Maybe she thinks I’m trying to compete with her as the most popular girl at the school.

That's what my friends said.

"Give it up, Y/N.” Yelena sighs, "You're just making a fool out of yourself at this point."

"True," Kate agrees, chuckling, "She probably thinks you're trying to steal her spotlight as the most popular girl here at NYH."

"I can't!" I groan at my friends, as they peer at me, confused by my attachment to Wanda.

"What do you like about her anyway?" Kate asks. Her tone is half playful, half teasing, but there's also a sense of genuine concern about my well-being.

"I.... I don't know," I mumble, embarrassed to admit the truth. Something about Wanda pulls me toward her like a magnet. I can't explain it, but I feel like I'm in her orbit, drawn to her without reason or restraint.

As the bell rings signalling the end of lunch, my friends and I disperse, heading off to our respective classes.

I hurry off to class, thinking about what my friends had said to me. What is it about Wanda that draws me to her so much? Or are they right that I'm only making a fool of myself by obsessing over a girl who clearly isn't interested in me?

I sigh and shake my head, hoping I'll be able to focus on my work in class. But it seems like Wanda is always on my mind, no matter what I do.

"L/N?" Professor Fury calls, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Huh?" I blink, confused.

"I asked you a question," he continues, "are you going to answer or are you too busy daydreaming?"

I flush red in embarrassment as my classmates snicker around me.

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I stood there, embarrassed and unable to answer Professor Fury's question.

"Anyone like to help L/N here?" he asked the class, to no response.

It seemed like an eternity of silence.

Then, to my surprise, Wanda stood up to help me. Her emerald green eyes met mine briefly before she looked away, answering Professor Fury's question correctly.

I sat back down when she finished, my face burning with embarrassment. Was I embarrassed that I had failed to answer the question? Or was I just flustered that Wanda had looked at me?

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Class finally ended, and people quickly left the room. I gathered my things quickly and saw Wanda leaving, so I hurried over to catch up with her.

"Wanda!" I called out, hurrying up beside her as she walked out the door. "Hey," I panted, relieved to finally be near her.

She sighed, visibly annoyed as she squeezed her eyes shut. Turning to face me, she opened her eyes and spoke: "What?"

"Why did you do that?" I ask, ignoring her annoyance. "why did you help me?"

"Help you with what?" she asks, annoyed.

Is she being oblivious right now?

"Help me with the question." I rolled my eyes

Wanda looked away, trying to find an answer.

After a moment of silence,

She looked back at me and I swear I saw her blush.

"I-" Wanda finally let out, but is interrupted by my friend Yelena shouting "Y/N!"

I turn to my friend, "Hey." Yelena greets me, "Sorry but I can't walk with you home later, me and Kate are gonna have a 'friendly' date." Yelena explains, leaving little room for doubt as to what she means

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bros before bitches, I guess," I roll my eyes and hit her arm playfully laughing together.

As Yelena leaves, I turn back to Wanda only to find her gone.

"Thanks, i suppose" i roll my eyes throwing my head back in annoyance.

Guys idk if I should continue this so please let me know hrhrhrh😭😭

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

two- drunk call (0.9k words)

*JJUNGKOOK requested to follow you*

I wish I could say I didn't already know he had unfollowed me all those month ago, but the truth is I knew as soon as he did. Stalker alert. 

'Girl, what is up with your vibe today?' Looking to my left I meet eyes with Lisa. My one acception to my rule of not involving myself with anything to do with Jungkook. Mostly because she doesn't care about the bullshit him and his friends get into. 

She's the epitome of the 'cool girl'. Never Giving a fuck about drama outside of her and never involving herself in gossip. Everyone admires her, I sometimes debate why she even bothers with me. Opposites attract I suppose. 

She's loosely involved with his group of friends, from the little that I've got out of her she thinks they're too much to be around on the regular. 

'Ughhh. Okay, but don't laugh at me. It's really stressing me out.' How can I even ask her that when I feel stupid myself?

'I can't promise anything, but I'll try my very best.' Her tone is light. She's proven to me already that she'll always be there for me, even if she does think my predicament is trivial, if it's causing me stress she'll be there. That's what I love so much about her, she doesn't need to understand to be empathetic.  

'You know that massive project I have that will literally last like half of the year? I got partnered up with Jungkook.' 

'Jungkook as in the Jungkook who shattered your heart into a million little pieces and never looked back?' Her expression might've been the driest I've ever seen it.

'First of all, ouch. Second of all, no the Jungkook who magically just appeared that no ones ever heard of.' It's said in the same tone she used, just slightly more sarcastic. 

'Damn there's a mysterious new boy? Is he cute?' At this point I can't even tell if she's joking. Looking far interested at the idea.

'Girl please be serious. I don't know what to do.' 

'Just switch partners or something, your professors chill.' Sighing, I explain exactly why I cant do just that.

'Damn. Well looks like you're fucked.' 

'Exactly my thought.'

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3am. That's when I receive the message from him, asking if I was busy tomorrow, Or that's what I think It's meant to say. From his grammar I can tell he's drunk. That catches me off guard, who in their right mind thinks about school work when they're drunk. 

What confuses me more though is the way my heart drops to my arse. Sure, I was expecting the message but not at 3am on a Friday night. While he's drunk might I add. God this boy is strange.

I stare at the message for what feels like an eternity, I know he can see that I've saw it but it's like I'm in a trance. My phone screaming out it's annoying ring tone snaps me right out of it. 

If I was shocked before I don't even know how to describe this feeling. 

Answering the call comes far too easily, like he never stopped calling me.

'Jungkook?' 

'You answered.' It's a gentle whisper, I almost didn't hear it. 'I didn't think you'd answer, but you answered.' His words, his tone, send a shooting pain straight into my heart. He sounds so relieved. As if all he's ever needed was for me to accept this one call. 

'I answered.' Is all I can manage to force out of my mouth and he's giggling. An uncontrollable giggle. How does one react to that? How do I possibly respond to this boy giggling down the line. 

Turns out the only response I have is a sore laugh. Sore but real, a real laugh because what even is this? What is he doing?

The line is silent on his side now, I'm beginning to conclude that he's fallen asleep in his drunken haze when he finally begins to talk again, 'So... are you busy tomorrow?'

'No. No, I'm not.' We're still whispering. I can't tell if it's because he doesn't want anyone to know who he's talking to or because he doesn't want to scare me off. Either way, I know which one it is for me.  

'Perfect! Meet me at the campus café at two.' He's perked up now, his voice raising an octave or two. A smile evident in his voice.

'I'll be there.' I can't help but smile too. 

The line goes quite, once again. 

'Y/n?' His voice is a delicate lull again. Breathy almost.

'Yes?'

'I'm sorry.' 

'It's okay.' It's not okay, though. I'm not okay. He's not okay and I don't forgive him. I'll never forgive him. Not after how much he hurt me. I want to say it, to scream it, but I don't. 

Preferring to let the gentleness of it all to stay intact. Leaving my unspoken words screaming into the abyss. 

It's deafeningly quite, I'm half expecting him to break the silence again. 

That is until I start to hear his soft snores. I don't hang up. I've missed this too much to give it up now. My ego might be bruised for being so weak, but I've never been more content. 

Curling into my blanket I cling onto my lone teddy, the one he bought me when we we're 16. It's a pathetic stand in for what I wish I was holding, but it's all I have.

Falling asleep to the sound of his breathing is far to easy. Normally my brain is clouded by thoughts but tonight non come, and as much as I hate to admit it, that is the best I've slept since the night he left.

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a/n: reminder to everyone to never call/ text someone you dont talk to anymore while drunk (or at all tbh). life is NOT a fanfic (unfortunately)

[unnoticed-poison]

My sister is...a fraud!!

Those two have been all over my TikTok and I couldn't resist writing a short fic for them (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)this is also posted on AO3 and Wattpad

Part 2 of this fic is posted

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"Listen people of Mount Rageous.."

Veneer took a deep breath as everyone's head snapped towards him, he could feel Velvet's curious gaze on his back.

He glanced at Floyd, who gave him a reassuring nod.

'𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.' he mouthed, Veneer smiled in response and turned to face the crowd. They were all watching him with curiosity and doubts clear in their eyes from everything that happened just now, he couldn't blame them.

"My sister is....a fraud!!"

There were gasps and murmurs among the people gathered here tonight as their eyes moved to his sister, who was staring at him in complete shock, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

"I...What?!!" he winced at her outburst but continued to look straight into her surprised expression.

"Sorry sis but you brought this on yourself.." he said, as he recalled how they got in this situation in the first place.

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"We make a good team aye little bro?" Velvet asked, tapping the perfume bottle lightly with her finger.

"Yeah..."

"After such a show I need a rest, watch him for me k?" Velvet said, throwing the bottle his way, Veneer quickly caught the bottle before it hit the floor. He looked up at her and nodded.

"Just don't lose sight of him or something okay?" she said, yawing.

"Will do Sis." he nodded as she walked away, disappearing behind a nearby alleyway.

"Veneer, please.. let me go." Floyd, who was stuck inside the bottle, pleaded, pressing his hand against the glass to get Veneer's attention.

.......

Veneer sighed. " You know I can't." he shrugged. "It's nothing personal really, I just love my sister and all my fame, and things I brought, you get it? I can't afford to lose all that you know?"

Floyd opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything for a moment. Finally, his lips parted again, helplessness plain on his features as he stared at Veneer.

"Is there no other way..?"

"I'm afraid not, I can't betray my sister sorry, like I said it's nothing personal."

Silence fell between them.

Veneer couldn't deny that he felt a little guilt about what he and his sister were doing, he didn't even want to be famous at first, but Velvet was so adamant about having him join her when she started her career, and Veneer loved his sister too much to deny her anything. Even if it meant risking his reputation and his life.

Floyd suddenly broke the silence, "Wait!"

Hm?

Veneer raised a brow as he waited for the red-haired troll to continue, his eyes brightened as he stood up and pressed both his hands against the glass.

"How about we make a deal? I'll help you so you can keep being famous and you let me go, and I'll promise that I won't tell anyone about what you two did."

Veneer paused for a moment, contemplating his words. "Elaborate.."

A glint of determination sparked through Floyd's eyes as he explained. "Remember the times you practised when Velvet wasn't around?"

Oh.

"You do have some talent, albeit not much, but with a couple of months of practice.."

"What are you trying to say..?" Veneer asked, his interest peaked.

"If you would let me finish explaining first, that would be great," Floyd replied, smiling slightly, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Veneer rolled his eyes as Floyd continued,

"The plan is simple, if you train hard for a few months, let's say two or so, you should be able to sing and dance without resorting to kidnapping and torturing more trolls like me,"

Oh..

Veneer considered for a while, he had never actually thought about this, but the idea was intriguing.

"Sure.. but what about Velvet though, you know how she is."

"You can show your sister after that how much you improved and perhaps she'll change her mind and start practising as well!"

huh.

"And if she says no?"

......

Floyd shrugged, he'll find a solution for that later. "Then we'll just have to see then, won't we?"

"Well, it's certainly worth a shot.."

Veneer said reluctantly, he still wanted to make sure his sister wouldn't hate him after this, but..he was willing to give it a try.

"So do we have a deal?" Floyd asked, looking up hopefully.

.....

"..Fine." Veneer finally gave in.

He just hoped this wouldn't end badly for him.

And thus, they began their secret singing and dancing sessions, with Floyd as his unofficial music tutor.

Whenever he and Velvet were done with their shows, he would sneak out and return to the studio to meet Floyd and practice for hours and hours until dawn.

Floyd was a wonderful teacher and helped him a lot with getting his range and flexibility right.

"Good good you're doing great! now three turns to the left then a flip! very good, just keep going like that!" Floyd exclaimed.

Veneer was panting, sweat pouring down his face as he repeated the steps over and over again until he perfected what he'd learned so far.

After practice, he'd return home before it was time for Velvet to wake up, leaving him with only 2 or 3 hours of sleep if he was lucky, so he started taking naps in between practice hours.

But there seemed to be something wrong with Velvet, her behaviour seemed to be getting...real bad, worse than ever before, he could barely catch any breaks from her, she would criticise him constantly, whenever it was about his dancing or singing, she would always find something to criticize.

'What the hell was that?'

'You call that dancing? our fans would hate that'

'How many fans do you think we can gain by making up little dances? Don't be stupid.'

'You need to do better'

'I'm starting to think you need the troll more than me'

It made him angry and upset at the same time, it frustrated him beyond belief, but thankfully Floyd was there to comfort him every time.

'How can someone treat their own sibling this way..?'

'Don't listen to her, you're doing great.'

'I just feel sorry for you.'

'I know it's none of my business, but if she truly cared about you, she wouldn't force you to do this.'

Floyd continued to chip away at Veneer's doubts, planting seeds of resentment and doubts at the back of his mind during this period.

Veneer was exhausted by the constant arguments, he didn't want to think badly of his own sister, but that last comment from the little troll made him have some doubts.

if she really cared for him, why does she treat him like an inconvenience..?

........

No no, it's not like that, maybe she's just stressed from having to keep up with the shows and fans and stuff and that was her way of relieving some of the stress, yeah that's it.

She would never intentionally hurt him, she cares about him.

Right..?

✧Sometime later✧

Velvet and Veneer smiled as they basked in the people's praises and adorations for their last performance of the evening.

Velvet smirked as she glanced at her brother. "Oh don't you just love this Veneer, the cheer and praises from our fans, It feels so good to get all that attention."

Veneer nodded, the smile he had was a little strained, "Yeah I guess..."

Once they were out of sight, her smug smile turned into a frown as she turned to him.

"By the way..."

He flinched and awaited the unavoidable criticism coming his way.

"What's wrong with you lately?! you almost made me trip when you bumped into me earlier!"

Veneer winced, after several weeks of the same routine, the lack of sleep took a toll on him and his performance during the shows, his dancing moves were a bit sloppy but his singing seemed better than ever.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep well the last few days," he said, taking a seat on the couch to rest and catch his breath.

"Well you better find a solution to whatever is bothering you cause you're making ME look bad!" she huffed, her arms crossed and glaring at him.

Veneer nodded and rubbed his neck in thought, he was a bit nervous.

"Sis, There's something I need to talk with you about, it's important..." He began, he kept putting it off as much as he could, but he and Floyd figured that it was time, and he finally worked up the courage to talk to his sister about it.

Velevt hummed. "Out with it then."

"I was thinking that maybe we can...stop using the troll..?" he muttered, his voice too low and filled with uncertainty.

"Huh? Stop with the mumbling I can't hear shit." Velvet said, and she used the perfume bottle again, making the troll inside groan in agony.

"I don't want to use the troll anymore!"

........

Velvet paused, while the previously blue, now turned grey troll stared at him with a proud expression, a small glint of hope can be seen in his eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, they both flinched as the girl suddenly burst out laughing. "My god, this is THE funniest joke I've ever heard! you're a real comedian, brother."

"I'm not joking, this is serious."

Velvet scowled, their 'talent' had won them countless fans and everything they had ever wanted, to see her own brother have doubts now about their doings, it filled her with rage. "Why the sudden change of heart, Don't be stupid Venner, you know we can't."

"But we can practice!" He pressed on, he didn't want to go against her, and he knew Floyd was the source of their success and everything they have now, but he couldn't keep on like this either. "it might take a while but we'll finally be famous in our own right without having to resort to kidnapping anymore trolls and drain their talents, we can tell our fans that we're talking a small break so they won't suspect anything!" he added, desperation creeping into his voice trying to choose his words carefully to not make her even more mad.

He then pointed to the tired-looking troll. "I mean look at this guy, he looks rough and pale as heck, and not in a gorgeous Victorian way, I don't think we can use him for much longer anyway, and look! I can show y-" he said, about to show off the results of his hard work, but Velvet immediately interrupted him.

"Ooo so that's what this is about, I get it now."

He blinked. "You do?"

Velvet nodded, shaking the perfume bottle lightly. " You are worried about what are we gonna do after this one kicks the bucket, huh."

"What? no, I-"

"Well, I have a surprise for you little bro," she said, before turning to their assistant, who was standing in the corner. " Crimp!"

The little creature jumped slightly startled. "Y-yes?"

"Do you have the thing ready?" she asked.

"What thing? oh, you mean THAT thing! Of course one second I'll bring it in right away!" she said, running off as fast as she possibly could, leaving the two siblings behind.

"What was that about...?" Veneer muttered, he had a bad feeling about this.

Velvet grinned as she walked over to the closet nearby. "No need to worry, I have already got this covered, look!"

"What do you mean- What the hell!?" he yelled out in shock as she pulled out a small cage.

"We can't let our career get ruined just cause one pesky troll died, can we?" she said with a wicked grin on her face.

"You let us go right this second you little brat!!"

"John?!" Floyd yelled out, staring at his brothers in shock and horror, "Spruce, Clay? how did you all get captured?!"

"It's a long story."

"All of you shut it." Velvet hissed as she shook the cage angrily, causing the trolls inside to stumble back and cry out in pain.

Veneer was stunned.

"You captured more trolls..?"

Velvet looked proud of herself. " Yes, aren't I so great and thoughtful? there's more than enough for the two of us, we don't have to worry about losing our 'talent' anytime soon, now where the hell is Crimp?"

"I'm here!" Crimp called out as she ran back in, this time with two tops with huge shoulder pads.

Velvet nodded, before walking over and putting each of the struggling trolls into the empty spaces.

"Velvet... What is this?"

"Oh, this? we just have to press this little button here and voilà!" she said as she pressed the button, causing the trolls to groan in pain as they felt their talent being sucked while Crimp and Veneer watched in horror.

"You're smart Crimp, I'll give you that, but unfortunately..." she suddenly grabbed the wig and walked over to the closed, "I can't trust you anymore, so you'll stay here until we get a new assistant."

"Wait please no-!" Crimp yelped as she was roughly thrown inside the closet before it was closed.

Fuck, this couldn't be happening...

"Please sis, we can't be doing this! it's too cruel, how about we practice like I sugges-"

"Oh my dear stupid brother, I have already said that I DON'T want to work to be famous, and nothing will EVER change my mind, besides, if those little things escape and expose us we'll be done for," she said, walking over to him and glared at him, making him take a few steps back until his back hit the wall. "So, If you ever think of doing something stupid, just remember that you'll end up in jail just like me, and believe me when I say I'll make you regret it, got it?"

She then scowled, looking down at the trolls, to her, those annoying little creatures were nothing more than power resources. "As for you, don't worry, you won't be alone for long, even more of you will be joining you soon enough." Velvet hissed.

"Now make sure to take a long rest tonight, we have a big show tomorrow night, and you better not miss it up like today." she patted his head with a small mocking smile "And remember, you're 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 without me, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have all this fame and money, and don't you forget it."

She then left before Venner could respond, leaving him staring after her in shock. The whole situation was getting out of control, and he knew better than anyone how dangerous she was.

He felt his knees give up as he slumped to the ground.

What was he going to do?

Floyd, who noticed the state he was in, turned to his brothers and placed his finger on his lips, signalling them to be quiet while he dealt with the situation.

they were confused, they raised an eyebrow at him but decided to keep quiet and wait to see what he was going to do.

Veneer lifted his head as he heard Floyd speak up. " Are you really gonna let her treat you this way..?" his voice was laced with concern. "family don't treat each other like this."

"I don't know anymore..."

Fuck.

Floyd cursed in his heart, all his actions and words those past 2 months were to stir up conflict between the twins, creating a rift between them in Veneer's heart just in case the girl refused to change her ways like now, he could see that he still cares about her a little bit, which made him panic, he needed to find a way to change his mind, and quick, or else he and his brothers are done for.

He just needed a little push.

" Look, Veneer, I know this situation is difficult for you, you care for your sister and want the best for her, but can't you see that she's using you?"

Hurt shone in the youth's eyes as Floyd continued. "She doesn't treat you as an equal, you're nothing but a pawn to her, she's only using you for her own benefits, and you're letting her do as she pleases, she doesn't care about you like you think she does, do you want to spend the rest of your life being controlled by someone who doesn't even respect you?"

He then delivered the final blow. "Is that what you truly want?"

Veneer felt a lump form in his throat, he wanted to deny what Floyd was saying, but a small part of him knew that it was true, he had been so caught up in trying to improve and prove himself to his sister that he was been ignoring the way she's been treating him, shrugging it off as her being stressed.

.......

He really couldn't deny it anymore, huh...

"Maybe you're right..." He finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I guess it doesn't matter what I think now, what else can I do? I still need to do whatever she says, If I let you guys go now, both of us will go to prison for tax fraud and other crimes, I have no choice in the matter."

"Wait." he suddenly said.

The green-haired boy groaned. "What now?"

There was a dangerous glint in the troll's eyes as he gave him a small smile." I think I know how to get you out of this situation scot-free."

"How..?"

"In order for this to work, I'll need your full cooperation and trust, it's not gonna be an easy thing for you, do you understand?"

The boy paused for a moment, considering his words, finally he nodded his head. " Yes, I understand, please tell me what to do."

Floyd nodded his head in approval. "Good, now first things first, let Crimp out."

Veneer did as he was told, he took the wig out, who was shaking in fear. " I swear I won't tell any-"

"Relax, we just need your help."

Crimp gulped, nodding her head, not daring to say anything else.

Floyd coughed as everyone gathered." now that everyone is here, what we need to do is..."

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And so here they are now, in the middle of the stage, surrounded by their fans and the now-free trolls.

Veneer tried to ignore Velvet's shocked and furious glare as he spoke again. "She wanted to be famous by all means necessary, though she lacked talent, so she kidnapped the trolls and forced both me and our assistant to cooperate with her, we had no choice but to play along and obey her orders."

Veneer looked around the stand as he said this, seeing all their faces filled with confusion and disbelief.

"What the hell do you think you're doi-" Velvet began but interrupted as Crimp jumped on her head before jumping again and landing beside him, she pushed up her glasses. "And I have the proof!" she said, pressing the button as the large TV showed yesterday's event, with Velvet shaking the cage containing the trolls and threatening him to keep quiet.

"Oh my god.."

"It's true then!"

"What a monster.."

"Those poor little creatures.."

Suddenly a loud screech startled them, Veneer gasped as Velvet jumped at him, wrapping her hands around his neck, squeezing tightly.

Velvet had mascara running down her cheeks from the tears as she growled. " YOU LITTLE BASTARD! HOW CAN YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS? YOU'RE IN THIS JUST LIKE ME! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY FUCKING SIDE!! HOW COULD YOU!"

The boy struggled to breathe, trying to hold Velvet off as she kept screaming insults at him.

Ritz, the DJ who interviews them regularly tried to get her off him but was punched in the face, making him stumble back and fall to the ground in pain.

One of the security guards immediately rushed in and tackled her off of him, dragging her away.

"You're coming with us miss," he said as the girl struggled furiously, causing him to tighten his grip around her arm and drag her out.

"Let's me go!! Veneer!!"

Veneer coughed as he tried to catch his breath, his hand touched his neck, which was now bruised and full of bloody nail marks.

"Are you okay?" Ritz asked.

"Yeah.. you?"

The DJ nodded as he held his broken nose. "Yeah, but damn that girl is strong, I can't feel my nose, gotta get that checked right away, bye!"

Veneer nodded as the guy rushed off, he suddenly felt a hand on his foot and looked down, seeing Floyd looking up at him with a proud smile. " You alright?"

Veneer smiled at him weakly, rubbing his neck. "I think so..."

"I know it wasn't easy for you, but you did the right thing," he said quietly, giving him a reassuring pat, watching Velvet getting dragged by the security guards, with her still hurling insults their way.

His plan worked better than he expected, now he and his brothers are free, and he got revenge on one of those two.

Veneer couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. " I guess.."

Huh.

This is strange..

He doesn't feel as sad as he thought he would.

Maybe this is a good thing.

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"Look there she is..."

"She still has the nerve to act like she's something."

"What a bitch."

The two girls flinched as Velvet turned her head in their direction, her eyes holding a cold anger behind them.

"If you have something to say say it to my face, got it?" she hissed, glaring daggers at them, they both quickly backed down and ran off.

Velvet scoffed. "That's what I thought."

She grabbed a tray and went to grab some food, she almost gagged at the smell, the food here was absolutely vile and awful.

And this.. thing, this dark brown prison outfit was so uncomfortable and looked horrible on her.

She thought, taking a seat at an empty table and grabbing her fork.

"And now our time for our rising star, Let's have a round of applause for Veneer!!"

What..!

Her head immediately snapped towards the TV that was hanging on the wall to her left.

She could see Veneer smiling and waving at the camera as the fans cheered for him, she felt sick, a mixture of anger and jealousy consumed her as she watched him perform on stage without the help of any trolls, she couldn't believe it, and she hated to admit, but he was amazing at it.

The feeling of injustice and anger was becoming too much to bear, and the sight of him singing and dancing so confidently, only served to remind her of everything she had lost, her wealth, glory, fans, and her position as a rising star in the industry.

When did he suddenly get good at singing?! he was just as bad as her a few months ago!

This wasn't fair.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘦!

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰-

Oo I see what this is about-

Wait..

Is 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 what he was trying to show her back then?

Was he practising behind her back..?

Is this why his movement was a bit sloppy during those few times..

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴..

His lack of sleep...

So that's why he had a sudden change of heart... he didn't need any trolls to begin with!

She growled, her thumb pressing on the fork until it bent under her pressure.

This wasn't fair, if he tried harder to show her back then she wouldn't be rotting in this damn prison in the first place, she would've been standing beside him, basking in the glory and fame that she know they deserved!

This wasn't fair..

This wasn't fair!

THIS WASN'T FAIR!!!

"Do you have anything you want to share with your fans?" kid Ritz asked him, handing him the microphone.

Veneer let out a nervous chuckle, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Well, I kind of miss my sister to be honest with you, I..tried to change her mind multiple times, I didn't want to do this to her, believe me, I wish things were different, but she...refused to listen, I wanted us both to be here today since we've always been there for each other, but..you know.."

He sighed. " I just want her to know that I still care about her deep down, and I hope that one day...we can get back to the way we used to."

.........

After a few minutes of silence, she finally let out a sob, her grip on the fork loosened, before slipping out of her hand and onto the floor.

'This isn't fair...'

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Kinda want to write more for those two and others ngl (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[poisonedfate]

58 merthur for he prompt thing if you'd like to

hello!!! ii got a little carried away with this one, so it ended up being about 1.1k words (oops). you can read it on ao3 or under the cut.

prompt: “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

send me prompts!

The ache in his shoulder was still there, as was Arthur's unreadable, if not slightly concerning looks. There were only fading scratches now visible on his arm, so really, the ache was nothing to worry about, but that only gave him more time to wonder about Arthur's looks. 

Merlin would often ignore them, the looks directed only at him - he either did not want to know, did not want to answer the questions that followed, or Arthur would tell him anyway - no point in losing sleep over it. But the looks did not seem to lessen, if anything it was the opposite, and the other had made no clear attempts at making his thoughts known. Arthur's eyes followed him around, weighing on him until he had finally had enough:

"Those worry lines are going to be permanently etched into your skin if you keep looking at me like that," he spoke, turning around quickly, now facing Arthur who was sitting at the table, staring. 

"I think I'll be fine," Arthur quickly muttered in response, scoffing and looking away. 

If anyone were to ask, Merlin would absolutely blame Arthur in every way possible for making him believe he could move quicker than necessary, just to escape the prince's gaze, resulting in a sharp breath and a moment of halted movement. And, really, it should've been fine but Arthur was being obnoxious, so of course he noticed. 

"Alright, Merlin, I've had enough," the prince said, voice already closer behind him than Merlin had expected. Was he actually about to blame Merlin for getting hurt? He better not. Merlin gave an unimpressed look in response.

"You know I'd actually prefer it if you could be in one piece whilst doing your job."

"I am in one piece!" he immediately retorted, only for Arthur to poke him in the shoulder. Not strongly enough to hurt him, just enough to make his point.

"Please, I know you can be dramatic sometimes, but this a new low even for you," Merlin continued, earning a glare from Arthur, "this is nothing."

"Why hasn't it healed yet?"

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually have all the answers," another glare from Arthur. The prince stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his shoulder like there was something interesting there - not that Merlin would know, he was pretty sure it was just a shoulder. 

"You need to stop doing that," Arthur spoke again, a seriousness lacing his tone now.

"Doing what?" Merlin tilted his head, brows furrowed. 

"Putting yourself in harm's way on my accord."

"I'm quite certain it was the sword that came at me not the other way around. Besides, you were the one who had to help me get out of that one, maybe you should think about your own tendencies of jumping into danger," he smiled.

"I'm a knight!" Arthur's eyes widened like they usually did when Merlin said something to offend him.

"Ah, well that explains it," he replied, trying to lighten the mood, though it did not seem to work, so he continued, "Arthur, you know I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife, but really, it’s the thought that counts. You're not getting rid of me that easily." 

"I don't need-"

"Oh, will you get over yourself? You might have the power to make me shine your armour and make your bed, but you don't get to tell me who to live or die for," he sighed, tone slightly mocking. 

It might've, however, backfired on him slightly, a glint appearing in Arthur's eyes, something he has come to recognise as an idea on the prince's part. 

"So,-"

"You give me a job and I'll follow you anyway," Merlin interrupted, unimpressed. Arthur raised an eyebrow at that, though they both knew it was true, even without Merlin saying it. 

"Just tell me I'm really brave and let's move on from this, hm?" he had decided to go the full-mockery route since the frown on the other's face was only barely beginning to fade. 

Arthur sighed, a gentleness creeping into his features, as he reached for Merlin's arm, the one that didn't hurt, dragging the palm of his hand across it, stopping once he reached Merlin's own hand, lingering, hooking his pointer finger with Merlin's for only a second before letting go. 

He could only stare at the other, not sure how to respond. It wasn't unusual for Arthur to seek out soft touches, especially when there was something bothering him, but that didn't mean Merlin had figured out how to react. Usually, when the other made the first move, he would just go with whatever Arthur wanted, though that typically meant waiting around to see how he would continue. 

More often than not, he'd stay there for a while, close to Merlin, quiet, changing the topic once the thoughts in his head had stopped running, turning away from him. Arthur hadn't made any attempts to move now, however, and Merlin didn't like it. He didn't like that he couldn't read Arthur, that he was doing something Merlin couldn't predict. 

"Arthur," he kept his voice low, careful.

The prince lifted his eyes, taking a step towards him and placing his hands on either side of Merlin's jaw, leaning in closer. 

"Just be careful, will you? Otherwise, I won't be around for you to haunt, having to stress over you would've sent me to my doom already," his tone was earnest, a hint of annoyance somewhere in there too. 

"I will only try to die for you when strictly necessary, you have my word," he put his hand on one of Arthur's arms, giving it a barely-there squeeze, smiling. 

The prince rolled his eyes, moving the arm Merlin wasn't holding away so he could point at him. 

"Merlin,"

"Yeah, yeah," he grabbed at Arthur's hand, lowering it, "your wish is my command."

"Merlin."

It was his turn to lean in now, though at this point they were only a couple of breaths away from each other, so there was not a lot of room left for dramatics. 

"Yes, sire, when the time comes I will let you die, otherwise they'll throw me in the dungeons for trying to protect you and...killing you anyways?" he mocked, causing Arthur to grab at him, holding him by the arm, pulling. 

They were dangerously close to each other now, completely still. Merlin could hear the exact moments of Arthur's inhales and exhales, his breath heavy, could see the other's eyes lower to his lips and then up again. 

And, well, at least Arthur had finally figured out a way to stop Merlin from talking back. 

[amarias-yandere-blog]

Can i get yandere inazuma character of your choice if that okay? Anyway they confessed and unfortunately s/o is already dating the traveler. Like, HELL no ain't no way they can win. This mf beat ei herself and they think they HAVE a CHANCE?! HELL no!!! Hahahah i love to see their reaction lmaooo

And I oop~ This is quite the interesting request. I'll be doing: Heizou and Ei Enjoy~

Warning: Yandere themes, gaslighting/Manipulation, other uncomfortable themes

Note: Aether and Lumine are not explicitly mentioned. This is very spur of the moment, has not been read over, and will not be edited after posting.

Shikanoin Heizou:

"Y/n... I have feelings for you." The confession from the detective was shocking and flattering, but extremely offensive.

He knew that you were in a relationship! He knew that you were not interested in him in the least.

And yet he had said this to you. Despite the genuine way he had said it, how he'd been careful to make sure you felt safe; you didn't trust him. You were shaking with anger, but also something deeper.

"Y/n? Is everything alright?" Heizou clearly noticed this. Nothing went past him, especially when it came to body langauge, tone of voice, and more. He was a trained detective, and a brilliant one.

But despite that, he could not compare to your sweet Traveler. You took a deep breath, giving a soft smile.

"Heizou, I'm honored, really. But I'm afraid that I don't feel the same way that you do about me." You paused to gather your thoughts, noting how his eyes narrowed at the response. You could not keep the hints of abhorrence from your voice as you continued. "You very well know that I am already in a relationship with the traveler. I'm sorry, but unfortunately, I don't love you as I love them."

Heizou smiled sweetly. He understood, of course. Who wouldn't understand? Well, you had assumed he understood. "Y/n, dearest, do you really think that they love you?" Heizou's question was purely innocent.

"What?" you could not keep the bite out of your voice as you glared at him.

"Come on, Y/n, any caring S/O would ensure that they knew where you were before letting you meet a friend- especially one who is a potential threat to them- before letting you leave. But the Traveler didn't, right?" Heizou asked the question as though he was explaining how to count to a two-year-old. As though you were stupid.

"No... they just trust me to take care of myself! Besides, they know you! You wouldn't hurt me, or anyone for that matter!" You found yourself spewing out the words before you could stop yourself. "You're the greatest detective Inazuma has seen!"

"...And yet you don't acknowledge me as such." Heizou sighed, rolling his shoulders. They cracked loudly. "You don't think of me as a threat, and that... was a mistake." Raiden Ei

You shuffled, looking at the woman uncomfortably. "I... I'm honored, Raiden, truly, but..." Before you could finish, the archon cuts you off.

"Ei, please."

"Huh?"

"My name. It is Ei." She explains swiftly. "Please call me Ei." The woman has a wide smile gracing her lips, turning the room a bit more light-hearted. You nod, trying to keep your gulp of nervousness from being too obvious. "Are you thirsty, Y/n?"

"No... I'm fine." You answer.

"Then please, give your answer. I am aware that you have budding relations with the Traveler, but surely...?" Her question is left open-ended.

"Ei..." You take a deep breath to settle your nerves. She hums, eyes closed, as though enjoying the way you said her name. "I am truly honored that you feel that way for me, but I'm afraid that I don't feel the same. I really do love the traveler, and they love me back." You pause, noticing her hand twitch. "We have plans to travel this world together, and eventually other worlds with their sibling. Surely you can understand?"

"..." Ei sighs, shaking her head. "I see." She sits back on her throne, looking colder than ever. "It seems that you have been manipulated into believing that this traveler loves you. I will have to fix that. I am sorry that I had not realized sooner, Little Light." The woman's purple eyes fix back on you, who shrinks back in fear.

"It is fortutous that the Traveler is not with you. If I were to face them in a fight again, I would surely lose, and Inazuma would suffer for it. But if they believed that you chose me willingly, then they will move on to Sumeru, not looking back." She waves her hand gracefully, standing up after. "This, too, is a form of eternity."

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Hey everyone! Sorry for dipping for so long. I can't guarantee that I'm back, though, because unfortunately for a lot of Mobile Players, we're slowly being choked out of room for Genshin updates, and this problem (as well as my own burn out) had caused me to be unable to play for quite a while.

I even missed the opportunity to pull for Cyno because of this. But I am saving up for Kusinali, because archons are amazing, and also she's absolutely adorable. I also got a C1 Albedo! (I only pulled on his banner once, and he came home that ten pull) No Nilou, though, because her kit is very special and I don't have any built dendro characters. (RIP Collei)

Who're you saving/pulling for this next update? Are you planning on building any characters, or saving most of your materials for future characters?

Thanks for all of the follows, everyone! And thank you especially for the ask, @harukisakisblog!

The reason why I did two charas is because I've recently been building and playing Heizou's event (He is illegally fun wtf) and Ei has had my heart ever since I first learned her backstory.

[aqua-dan]

What advice would Mera and Arthur give teenage Garth if Roy was bullying him

Sorry that it has taken me so long to answer this, but to be honest, I've had a hard time formulating a response to it. I feel like there's so many different nuances that I have to explain and I don't even know where to start...

Okay, I suppose I'll try to answer the base ask first: They probably wouldn't have much advice for him. It would probably be something along the lines of "ignore him" or "try not to worry about it." Unfortunately, I doubt that either Mera or Arthur would have much good advice for him in a situation like that.

Beyond that, it really makes me want to ramble about Roy and Garth's early relationship because it is so messy and complicated. To be honest, Garth really wasn't around Roy all that much during his teenage years. They converged on a few missions through the Teen Titans, sure, but after Roy joined the team permanently, there wasn't all that many times that Garth got to interact with him. (Retcons have changed this a little bit, but.... I prefer this version...) In those few interactions they had, most of them were negative. Roy had a lot going on in his life and that caused him to lash out at people. This wasn't fair to them, mind you, but he did it to just about everyone.

Eventually, Roy started to grow a lot as a person and stopped being so much like that. The other Titans got to see his growth and they all grew pretty close. But since Garth was absent most of the time, he didn't get to bond with Roy the same way the other Titans did.

Because the very limited interactions they had were mostly negative, Garth held onto the idea that Roy was a total jackass and specifically didn't like him.

On Roy's side, that's not at all true. Yeah, Roy was definitely a douchebag when he was younger, but he does not hate Garth. The things he said to Garth that came off negatively weren't specifically about Garth. He would have said it to anyone in those situations.

When they started to interact as adults, they held two VERY different views of how their relationship was. Garth thought Roy not-so-secretly hated him (and also thought he was racist towards Atlanteans), and Roy probably felt fairly neutral towards Garth but also had a little bit of nostalgia about him by proxy when talking about the old Teen Titans. I think that he WANTED to be closer with Garth, so he defaulted to the old jokes and jibes that seem to have worked for the other members regarding Garth.

Garth... wasn't fantastic at standing up for himself when he was younger, so he didn't make it very clear how much those comments upset him. He would tell Roy to stop, but never really enforced it much, thus allowing Roy to think it was all part of the little "game" between them. He thought he was coming off as affectionate in his teasing, and Garth never set the boundaries in an adult fashion to make it clear how much he didn't like it. (That isn't to say that Roy shouldn't have stopped when asked-- he just didn't understand HOW serious it was.)

That was until Gargoyle manipulating their emotions sort of forced them to confront this whole thing. I very much wish that comics meta hadn't made it so the confrontation became slightly moot after that point. Regardless, Roy's reaction to Garth actually telling him what he thought about him/his actions is VERY telling about Roy as a character and how he viewed all of their interactions.

They still clashed after this, but also had some very interesting conversations where they were able to meet in the middle.

If I were in charge of writing for them, I would LOVE to go and explore their relationship more and build off of that conflict. I would love to set up a situation where they are forced to confront this stuff again.

I'm off topic now tho.... But my point here being that Roy really didn't bully Garth in the classic sense. He absolutely DID put Garth down and make him feel awful, but the vast majority of it came from misunderstandings, miscommunication, and simply not being around each other much. So many of their issues could be resolved if they just TALKED.

So idk if the opportunity for Garth to ask Arthur or Mera advice on this would even arise, necessarily? Garth didn't really talk to them about this kind of stuff, and also the situation was far more complex than your typical childhood bullying.

I hope this provides at least a somewhat satisfactory answer! And sorry that I don't have more specific things to say on the Arthur/Mera front!

[aether-friskets]

Why I Headcanon Waylon Park as a Trans Guy?

it came to me in a dream.

ok but jokes aside (well not entirely it DID actually originate because of a dream i had getting interrupted by a nonexistent video essay on the topic... dreams are weird man), i do want to try talking about my reasoning for this (although it's totally legit to hc a character as trans purely because you want to!! thats totally based also lol), because maybe it'd be interesting to hear the lens through which i saw this game? idk lol but i'm doing it anyway... below the cut in case it gets long

Ok immediate prefaces, A: i doubt this was actually the intended at all and i'm not trying to say it's canon, just saying why i read it that way :3 and B: this will probably be a rambling mess and I apologize, I'll try to make it somewhat make sense.

I guess I'll start with: a whole major thing of Outlast, is fighting to tear down this large corporation, that is like. the embodiment of shitty systems that exploit people (this post by bry mentions that general topic, although more focused on miles' angle). It's worth noting because, to me at least, fighting these sorts of systems really aligns with a lot of queer folks (and basically any group that gets fucked over by the system, which is most of them loll). There's like, this whole thing of Waylon seemingly fitting that image of the ideal typical man, with the wife and kids and a job, but he has to risk all of that to do what he feels is the right thing.

(Oh yeah, I guess quick tangent on that note. Yes I know in canon we literally see his dick lmao and also we know he has kids, which you might think would deter my hc here. but A: i already said ik it's probably not canon, i can still read into it regardless. B: intersex ppl exist. C: phalloplasty and other similar procedures exist. D: ppl can have kids in non-traditional way. so im prob not gonna cover that element of it more)

My brain hasn't been able to help but interpret his whole journey in a queer way, because i played it as a teenager still in the throes of understanding my identity and place in the world, so in the end this might not even make sense to anyone else. But, I'm trying to explain, so I'll continue to regardless.

I kind of saw it as Waylon hiding in the protection of an "ideal" life. On the surface he looks like he's in that American ideal family, but it's a subversion. He's only one of them because they think he is. Because he doesn't step out of line. Unlike Miles, who's more outspoken about issues, who seemingly has no one around him. He's treated as part of this "ideal" world, while working in the background to try and stop the exploitation and immoral acts going on.

When he's caught, when he's seen as something more complicated than first imagined, he's cast out. Lumped in with the same people being exploited by Murkoff already. He isn't "human" to them anymore. He's something else. Something they don't like.

Although the violence brought upon him is by the variants, it is still in part Murkoff's doing, since they fucked these people up via these experiments to a point of heightened violence and just generally ruining their lives more than they already had been by whatever they had done prior. That being said, they are still responsible for their own actions.

the stuff with Eddie is definitely the part that most resonated with me through this lens. I remember first playing it, and he scared me the most, for a lot of reasons. One of which being what he represented. He's The Groom. He wants someone to be his Bride, and you're it, even if you don't want that. As someone who's aroace AND already knew at that point that i wasn't a girl, this guy felt like a human embodiment of the pressures to fit what was expected of you. That one day, you'll be married and have kids. If you don't, then you're worthless.

But it's interesting especially, because Waylon IS married. He has kids already. He has that family. The difference is, in this hypothetical trans lens, he's not "really" in a traditional family. He's "pretending", as some might see it, because he's not "really one of them". Being Eddie's Bride is the situation that would've been expected of him, but he said "fuck that", and did his own thing.

Plus, like, with Eddie in particular, you will NEVER be what he wants. He will try to make his perfect bride, but you'll never be it. Even before Mount Massive, no one was what he wanted, judging by all the people he killed. He's a broken man desiring something but never liking his options.

Also just fucking. these lines from eddie make me lose my mind.

That part of you the world sees, they think it's perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you. On the surface. But when they look deeper, when anybody with eyes to see looks at what you truly are. That's why they don't trust you. You're not what you're meant to be. Not yet. This place can see into your mind. And the things you've done. Oh, they're a sin, darling.

like HELLO??

I know it's probably just Eddie rambling but it felt like he reached through the screen and grabbed me by the throat like.

Anyway in actual relation to my point. uh. Remember the thing I said about Waylon being a "fake" typical family? This kind of relates to that. Like, on the surface, he seems like he's got this perfect typical American family, he's "as God intended" (which. bro. i swear that exact phrase has been used against trans people so many times). But if you look closer, you'll realize there's more to it than that. Also like, going from the "as God intended" line to the thing about the things he's done being a sin, like hmmm. Maybe I'm reading into that too much, considering we know Eddie wants to make you into his Bride, so of course he's gonna think stuff like that. But still. It's a bit interesting to me.

Plus, it's interesting how, despite having a wife and kids, he's still more... feminized, I guess, than any other characters in this game. Both in the game itself, and within the fandom. Like, not just Eddie literally calling him a woman and trying to make him his bride, but also stuff like a variant near the beginning calling him a "pretty flower" before threatening him, Andrew (one of the staff) licking his face at the beginning of the game... A lot of violence and sexual-ish acts that are often directed at women in media. Even Frank, who I don't have as much to say about here, has some weirdly sexual undertones to his whole cannibalism thing.

This isn't entirely related but one part of the game that still sticks with me but I don't see mentioned as much, is near the beginning. Those guys stabbing the dead staff member. One of them remarks that "there are no observers here" and "do you think you're different? Something special?", which I think helps cement the whole idea that he's treated the same as the rest of people being exploited by Murkoff now. There's no turning back to that "ideal" life you were hiding in before. Hell, that's definitely reinforced more at the end of the game, when you choose to publish your footage, knowing Murkoff will come after you for it, and probably ruin your life. Maybe there's more interesting things to glean from that, but i thought they were interesting lines nonetheless.

anyway, overall I know this is probably just the ramblings of a trans/generally queer person reading WAY too much into a character that I happened to resonate with when i played the game, but i thought maybe it would be interesting for others to understand what would lead me to this conclusion? Anyway, that's all i've got on the subject right now, so I hope it was at least a little interesting.

[saspitite]

The Hint

On February 6th, 2024, a thread on KauKoBoard made by user HedoniSt0rm had been suddenly updated after going silent for nearly five years.

[24/02/06 19:13] HedoniSt0rm: Hello everyone. Sorry it's been a bit, I got busy with life and had to distance myself from online matters. I hope I didn't worry anyone, though- I know there's only like, 80 people here? So it's pretty easy to remember most everyone and notice when somebody leaves. Either way, I'm back, and with something I think you guys might like. [24/02/06 19:22] Milli_Best_Pilli: TORILLE PERKELE!! welcome back man, we missed you so much! :D you doing alright? [24/02/06 19:24] HedoniSt0rm: Doing just fine, thanks! :]. [24/02/06 19:25] notawolf: what did i miss??? hedoni's back???? talk about the second coming of christ lol [24/02/06 19:25] notawolf: in all seriousness i'm happy you're back dude. what's the thing you wanted to show us? [24/02/06 19:26] HedoniSt0rm: Glad you asked. Hope everyone still has their detective bones in them like the good ol' days, because this was an interesting encounter. Remember what I said before I left? It was the last update I made in this thread. [24/02/06 19:27] notawolf: no fucking way. [24/02/06 19:27] Milli_Best_Pilli: ...do i need to grab some popcorn [24/02/06 19:27] HedoniSt0rm: Yep. I talked to the Kauhukorppi. [24/02/06 19:28] notawolf: DUDE [24/02/06 19:28] HedoniSt0rm: Sit tight, I still have to upload all the photos to my computer- then I'll explain. [24/02/06 20:14] HedoniSt0rm: Alright, everything's done uploading and nothing got corrupted (too much). So, I had gone to a Hevisaurus concert earlier and remembered my hypothesis of potentially communicating with the Kauhukorppi. It felt a bit strange in practice, continuously taking photos while the band wasn't even playing, but I'm sure nobody noticed me amongst all the excited kids. My plan was to keep taking photos periodically until I "caught" him, and then find ways to communicate from there. Yes, it sounds extremely unplanned, but it turns out I didn't really need much of a plan at all. It turns out that the Kauhukorppi can read minds, too. Below is the first photo I had taken which captured the Kauhukorppi. What was interesting was the "..." clearly visible above his head, along with the fact that he wasn't staring into the camera like he usually does. He was definitely aware of me- but specifically aware of the fact that I was trying to get his attention...

[24/02/06 20:16] HedoniSt0rm: My suspicions that the "..." held significance ended up proving true with my second photo. He was now communicating with me directly, stating that he could "hear me"- my thoughts.

[24/02/06 20:18] HedoniSt0rm: I then asked the Kauhukorppi if I could speak with him. He stated that he would be delighted to. I'm unsure what the "just don't blink" statement specifically meant, but it was possibly referring to the photos I'd be capturing from then on.

[24/02/06 20:21] HedoniSt0rm: I began by notifying him of his presence in the real world, and how he had garnered a community online. I was surprised by his answer- he was aware of it, and even went on to say it was his "purpose" to be known.

[24/02/06 20:24] HedoniSt0rm: Upon asking for more clarification, it seems the Kauhukorppi became a bit agitated, mentioning some kind of nebulous "them".

[24/02/06 20:25] HedoniSt0rm: I took a wild guess and asked if he was referring to the Sony vs Hevisaurus incident. What I got in response was, bizarrely, silence. He had looked away again.

[24/02/06 20:28] HedoniSt0rm: I took another photo and he finally answered. It seems I surprised him.

[24/02/06 20:30] HedoniSt0rm: And then, he made a shocking offering to me. There seems to be much more we don't know about the Kauhukorppi.

[24/02/06 20:33] HedoniSt0rm: And as I asked just how much there was to uncover, the distortion of the photos began to strangely lessen, and he said this:

[24/02/06 20:35] HedoniSt0rm:

[24/02/06 20:37] HedoniSt0rm: This last photo unfortunately still has issues with excess corruption. I am not sure how to decipher the meaning left in this one, as it's too broken on my end to understand. Help would be appreciated. Thank you. I will be signing off, now. -Hedoni

[artist-issues]

i know you are in your Wish Criticism and Analysis Era (love to see it, very interesting takes!!), but i was wondering if you could spare some thought as to why you thought that the moral/lesson of Encanto was not great? in my eyes, it was always mostly about forgiving and moving past generational trauma... even if the movie didn't fully execute on that hah

I can try! I haven't gone over it in my brain in a while. Sometimes answering questions helps me verbally do it, though.

I guess I should clarify. The message in Encanto isn't outright evil...it's just a little tricky to try and teach in the story that they used, without also saying a bunch of stuff that is problematic. I'll try to explain.

The main point in Encanto seems to be something like: "You don't have to be perfect: just being yourself is special enough."

Easy enough. When anyone in the Madrigal family tries to meet Abuela's super-high standards, it turns out to be hurtful. The more Pepita holds her emotions in, the more tense and stressed she gets. The more Luisa tries to carry, the more tense and stressed she gets.

But the problem is, the movie so often gets TOO CLOSE to portraying the opposite of "just being yourself is special enough" as "give your life for others." It tiptoes too close toward the "self-focus is beneficial" line.

The Madrigal family occupation, the thing Abuela is pushing them all too hard to do, is not something bad. She wants them to use their gifts to help others. But Abuela is a (sympathetic) antagonist in the movie.

And it's explained. You feel for her. She apologizes and there's forgiveness, like you said--I'm just saying, it's tiptoeing up to a line that isn't always the most responsible line to show to kids, in a kids' movie. Kids do not generally need help questioning whether or not their parents are being too controlling, or too pushy, or wanting too much--kids usually already lean too far in that direction on their own.

But like. The problem is, there's an equal-opposite lesson each of the character could learn that I think is better for kids, when they're kids.

Pepita should be free to feel, genuinely --> yeah, but Pepita also shouldn't let her emotions get so out of control that they hurt others.

Luisa shouldn't be expected to carry every family burden --> No, but in general it's a good thing to "bear one another's burdens in love" and do whatever you can to help, even if it's heavy.

Isabella shouldn't have to act happy & pretty constantly, and marry for the good of others --> Of course not, but it is good to be able to find joy and act genuinely joyful in all circumstances.

Mirabel shouldn't have to have the same level of accomplishments and abilities as everyone else in order to feel loved --> No, she shouldn't at all, but also, it is never a good idea to say to yourself "there's no room for improvement in me because I'm already enough and perfect; no flaws that need apologizing for or changing."

Abuela shouldn't focus so much on controlling what her family does even if it's for their own good --> No, absolutely not, but in general, an older woman who guides and teaches her family on how to selflessly serve others is considered wise, not controlling.

Bruno shouldn't have to only tell people what they want to hear to be accepted --> no, obviously not, but he shouldn't be so constantly negative that he's causing everyone around him to be anxious (I know that simplifying it because he had a literal power to explain the future and they asked him to, but I'm talking about the lessons kids could glean.)

And that's my main beef (it's not even that big a beef; I thought Encanto was so well-done.) My main beef is that it's a movie kids will be influenced by, but the themes and lessons are really more helpful for an audience of college or even high-school-aged people. People who are old enough to have that level of discernment to say:

"Yeah, it's good that Abuela is trying to teach her family to be selfless and safe, but she goes too far by being fearful and controlling; yeah, it's good to control your emotions, but not if you go so far that you're not allowed to be vulnerable at all; yeah, it's good to want to help others by lending your strength to share their loads, but not if you go so far that you get your sense of worth from your success; yeah, it's good to stay positive and be a light to others, but not if you go too far and become a faker; yeah, it's good to be able to recognize your flaws, but not if you get your sense of worth from making up for them."

Those are the sort of sub-lessons Encanto teaches: "don't make decisions based out of fear (fear that you're losing your worth, your identity, your loved ones, your future, the love of others.)"

I'm just saying, kids aren't going to be able to pick those sub-lessons out as easily. What will probably stick with them is the idea of grandmother = wrong; spending your life helping others = stressed and losing your superpowers etc.

But ultimately, it's a movie with a lot of heart, and this idea of grace and unconditional love, so it is not a big mistake or a loss or anywhere near what I'd rank Turning Red and Wish. It's just a little...reckless for a kid's movie. 🤷‍♀️

[mochiwrites]

When you put the song home by cavetown I think it talks about how others see Scar and how he sees himself.

Home by cavetown first line is "often I'm upset."  This is Scar expressing how he feels so surrounded yet so lonely

"That I cannot fall in love but I guess" Scar can't fall in love no matter how hard he trys because he is already in love with Mumbo (and Grian but he doesn't know that) and even when Tubbo trys to get him together with somone all he can imagine is Mumbo.

"This avoids the stress of falling out of it." Scar no longer needs to worry about hurting the people he cares about because he cut contact with everyone besides his son.

"Are you tired of me yet?" Scar asking Mumbo if he is done with dealing with Scar yet.

"I'm a little sick right now, but I swear." Scar is dealing with the guilt of what he did to the people he cares about but makes a promise.

"When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here." To fix the contract he made with Scott and will save Mumbo, Grian, and Tubbo once he is ready to take that step.

"I'll cut my hair." Scar will drop his false personality to explain the truth

"To make you stare." The truth isn't nice it hurts and will shock whoever he is telling (this case, Mumbo)

"I'll hid my chest" Scar will hide the truth till it boils out and he can't take it anymore.

"And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here." Scar is talking about how he will fix the mistakes he made.

"Turn off your porcelain face." Someone is asking Scar to stop acting like everything is okay.

"I can't really think right now in this place." Scar has so many things he doing and doesn't know how to take the next steps.

"There's too many colors" to many of Scar issues are plying on top of each other.

"Enough to drive all of us insane." Everything Scar is balancing could drive anyone insane.

"Are you dead?" Someone asked how Scar is feeling.

"Sometimes I think I'm dead." This is Scars response to whoever asked him how he feels after he broke all his trust with Mumbo and Grian.

"Because I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head." Scar is keeping the truth from everyone he cares about, causing  him to feel numb and guilty.

"But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet." Scar isn't ready to accept the fact he has betrayed just about everyone that loved him he would rather reminisce on the good things that have happened.

"My eyes went dark." This is how his eyes looked after the many years without Mumbo.

"I don't know where." It took Scar a long time to realize that leaving Mumbo, Grum, and Jrum, he broke the only bit of happiness in his life.

"Figure out a way to get us out of here."  Scar hopes Mumbo will forgive him for not saying goodbye in person.

"Get a load of this monster." Others talking about how Scar is a monster because he is the grim reaper.

"He doesn't know how to communicate." Grian defending Scar about him being a "monster."

"Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?" Grian is trying to show that Scar isn't what he thinks he is.

" Get a load of this trainwreak."  Words people have said about Scar.

"His hair's a mess, and he doesn't know who he is yet." More words people have said about Scar and being a fay he has learn who he is.

" But little do we know the stars." Grian, Mumbo, Drum, Grum, and Tubbo are the stars.

" Welcome him with open arms." They will be there to open their arms no matter what.

"Time is."  The time.

"Slowly ."  At a slow pace has.

"Tracing his face." Changed to who Scar is now.

"But strangely he feels at home in this place." He now feels at home with who he currently is.

interesting 👀👀👀

I will say, I’ve equated this song with a future plotline in songbird that’s been subtly hinted at. all of the songs are like that. but !! this is a good take *nods nods*

[bnhaobservation]

I accepted that Enji will get his redemption and forgiveness(even if he doesn’t f*king deserve it) but I can’t accept that he will have no punishment for all he did while his oldest son is going to jail for the rest of his life.

Like, I get they committed different crimes but both of them should pay. It only shows that as long as you are a hero you get second chances and a lot of support while villains are forgotten forever.

Well…

…there's something which plays in Enji's favour here and it's not the fact he's a hero but how Japanese law is.

I'm by no means an expert but, from what I know, for start Japanese law does not explicitly provide for domestic violence in terms of prosecutorial considerations, so one should try charging for assault and/or injury.

Another interesting thing is that the Japanese police are not obliged to investigate when an incident is reported.

Rei doesn't even press charges for the abuse she and Shouto received, nor for the neglect her other children suffered.

Touya reported Shouto's abuse and the neglect he received, but he did it on the national television (sort of, as they hijacked it) and not by the official channels and, anyway the police can shrug the report off because they aren't obliged to investigate, and this regardless of Enji being a hero or not.

There's also to point out Touya doesn't offer evidence beyond any reasonable doubt (he would need, for example, a medical certificate proving Shouto's injuries), it's just his word of what he observed as a child, but, not only his credibility is compromised by how he's a Villain accusing a Hero, but also by how he was a child at the time.

In Japan children can testify but their credibility is often put into discussion because they 'might not have remembered correctly or not have understood what happened'.

Oddly enough Touya didn't mention the abuse his mother received, which I always found weird (why not to dig the knife in Endeavor deeper? did he not know his mother got beated? true, he's never shown around when it happens but… or did Horikoshi forgot about ti when he wrote 'Dabi's dance'?).

I mean, Rei was hospitalized for a mental breakdown, and I don't know if this would require her being checking her physical state in Japan (so maybe there's no medical certificate testifying her abuse) but, considering how the doctors know it's better if she doesn't meet Enji and how she probably had to explain why she assaulted her son, it would be easier to prove Enji's intention of wanting to assault Rei than Shouto.

In fact, as said before, children have little credibility, and even though Touya is an adult now, he's describing what he witnessed as a child. People could have said he mistook training for abuse or disciplining for abuse… but they couldn't have used the same excuse with Rei.

If he had said 'as a child I saw my father slapping my mother and causing her to fall on the ground multiple times' it would have been harder to think he was mistaken.

Again, the fact he was a child still don't play in his favour and being a Villain accusing a Hero he still has zero credibility and zero evidence, but it's still a more solid accusation than saying he saw his father abusing Shouto.

Ironically, the only evidence Touya has to back up his words is that Enji confirmed them in the press conference.

His family though, is still not interested in pressing charges and the police have already their hands busy enough due to the circumstances they're in, so, even if Enji weren't the Number 1 Hero, they likely wouldn't have investigated him because they had no time.

I'll add also something else in regard to Japanese law.

Although in Japan anyone who has the professional responsibility for the care or treatment of the minor (under 18) has the duty to report if said minor is abused (so Rei, Shouto's grandparents if they knew, people working for Enji as well as Shouto's teachers or the family doctor if they noticed something should have reported Enji), there are no repercussions not reporting child abuse.

And even though Japan has recently revised the abuse prevention law so that it states that parents, foster parents and heads of child welfare centers are banned from physically punishing children while attempting to discipline them there are no penalties for offenders.

"Higurashi no naku koro ni", despite being a horror visual novel (with a manga and an anime transposition) shows how a report of child abuse is handled in Japan. It's said the portrayal is realistic enough because the author also worked as a civil servant in that sector and so he knew what he was talking about.

The abuser in the story is well known by the police, but... basically they do nothing until the whole town raises a fuss.

With all this said, I'm not surprised Enji doesn't get investigated/prosecuted for what he did to his family.

The police has better things to do, there's no evidence and the victims don't press charges.

On another side, in Japan to be on the receiving end of negative public opinion IS A HUGE DEAL, which in some cases might make a person's life impossible.

It's vaguely hinted Touya expects societal repercussions to fall on his father (and his family as well) and not legal ones.

However the story kind of skipped devoting time on them and not so much because they might be a given for Japanese readers but because people in Japan is depicted as more angry at Endeavor for failing to prevent destruction and the escape of the criminals than disgusted for what he did to his family.

In the press conference, even though people wasn't happy he admitted the mistreating of his family (they would have preferred it was something Dabi made up) in the end all they show they cared for was the damage they suffered, it how the Heroes mistakes caused them to lose their beloved ones.

If the people were to ask for the Heroes to be punished, it wouldn't be because Enji abused his family, but because his abuse caused the birth of Dabi who caused them damage as he was among the ones riding Gigantomachia during his rampage.

You might notice Heroes actually don't get a lot of public support... but that's because they are blamed for causing harm to society, not for what Touya exposed they did.

No one really cares about Twice's death or Shouto's abuse, they're just angry because the Heroes failed to put them at ease and take down every Villain.

So yes, I'm with you when you say it's unfair the police is doing nothing for what Enji did to his family, as he caused to them so much damage... but it's not like he doesn't get punished because he enjoys of special privileges... and I'm speculating here but it's possible that Horikoshi is depicting things like this to denounce the situation.

People don't care of how Enji abused his family, police doesn't care, the law doesn't care, but not because he's a Hero but because that's how's things work and this is much worse than them not caring because he's a Hero. It means that they wouldn't care about the abuse Takami or Shimura Kotarou or Himeko's parents committed either, and here we're not talking of a Hero but of a criminal and common people.

But Japanese readers are bound to care, they're bound to remember how poor Shouto was abused, how Touya was neglected to the point of breaking, how Rei was driven to madness.

And maybe the fact that readers will care and will remember will push them to make the difference in the future.

Shonen manga like to teach things to their readers and teaching them abuse his bad and should be stopped is a good teaching.

At least that's what I'm speculating but I might be wrong, of course.

Thank you for your ask!

[itwoodbeprefect]

ooh there's so many good questions in that writers list. ummmmm 10, 18, 22, 59, 74

10. Cltr+f “blinks” on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

with a previous answer i did this for the starsky & hutch wips, so i'll do it for h50 now, which brings options. the main document with more or less Everything in it has 12 blinks, a flip-flop state of mind has 4 (though those have all already been posted), and sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola (which is, despite appearances, not dead) has 7, one of which is this one, from the aftermath of my gratuitous surf buddies scene rewrite ("“That’s so cute,” Mary says, while she accepts the coffee. She’s smiling, and Steve looks happy and clueless and good enough to eat, and Danny is, quite frankly, insulted."):

When he crosses the doorway he’s indignant, but by the time he’s hopping up on the kitchen counter there’s a nasty doubt creeping in. “Hey, look, we are more than just surf buddies, right? I’m not reading this whole thing wrong?” Steve has his head in the fridge, but at this he closes it without taking anything out. He turns to Danny and blinks. “Of course we are. We’re-” He predictably gets stuck right there, because they haven’t said anything like that out loud before. “Partners,” is what he settles for.

also, oh my god, that's 23 mcdanno blinks. brb editing out these people's twitching eyelids.

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18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

answered this one here!

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22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

ooh, interesting! and i'm leaning towards no, because i have very few hard boundaries with fiction. there are definitely things i'd be very unlikely to ever write, but there's very little i feel sure about ruling out completely. i'm not responsible (yet) for what tomorrow me thinks would be a good idea, and i only very recently had the experience of watching a show (one of the thai ones, predictably) that got me SO annoyed i had to grab myself by the back of my own shirt and forcibly yank myself back from attempting to rewrite the entire plot of a lazy thing about which i liked practically nothing, not even the characters. so i guess that's one thing i AM trying to actively avoid, and hope for future me's sake she won't be doing either: writing some giant project purely out of spite for a media property i don't enjoy. (peace and love, girl.) beyond that, i don't know! chances are vanishingly slim, but maybe i'll suddenly decide i have a great take on mpreg omegaverse deathfic tomorrow.

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59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

oh, yes! all my friends i think, my sister, my parents - though my parents wouldn't know where to find it, probably, and i wouldn't mind keeping it that way. i don't mind telling people, it's just that i also don't necessarily enjoy explaining (and defending) the concept of fanfic to random non-fanfic people, so it depends on the situation.

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74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

also already answered this one, here. clearly people agree you picked the best questions!

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Get to know your fic writer! 🔎

[boiling-potato]

Matchmaker BP!! What are some ocs that you think will match well with each other... I have some ocs that are single in minds and will luv to see your suggestions~

Raloris . actually I'm not sure if Sylvester x Raloris is a confirmed ship or not.

Riley Whyte

Assistant Kun

More...star ships? I'm love all the ships that Star is in!!!!

Ignore this if you don't wanna do it,just have funs!

Hmm??

Matchmaker BP?

..... Heh~ I think like the sound of that~!! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)💕💕Anyways!! Sure! I'll try my best to not disappoint anon!! >:3

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1. Though I personally love the Raloris x Sylvester ship I also feel like Raloris x Lesley or Raloris x Celtic would go together very well!

Let me explain!

• For Lesley, (I know just a little bit of her personality so don't take this seriously ok?) I feel like she'll be very interested in Rolaris! She'll probably want to find out his secrets on how he became the person he is today! She'll tease him and probably ask some personal questions just to see his reaction.

Interactions:

Lesley would probably also show off how strong her magic to him and tell him how she could help him in his journey!

"I'd help you and could easily do so for a price~"

So with this, Raloris would either be annoyed, angry or also interested in her presence and whichever it is, I feel like Lesley would like his response either way! Teasing, flirting, mocking whatever it is, as long as she could get a reaction from him!

• For Celtic, (same as Lesley, I know little to nothing about him but I'll still try! Just don't take it seriously ^^,,) I feel like Celtic would be overprotective towards him (ok maybe he is in all of his crew but in a different way!) He would listen to Raloris if he's in he's hyper self rambling and probably just chill and just be quiet with him in he's depressive state. Would except every drink invitation Rolaris would offer and listen patiently to every rant he says.

Interactions:

Would definitely stay up late and stargaze together!

"I like to stay up late just to see the stars. They're beautiful... But there's definitely something different about it when I'm gazing it with you."

Drinks, chilling, talking and helping each other in battle!

"Disengage! That's an order!"

"Fall back.. I'll take it from here.."

"DON'T EVEN THINK OF HURTING HIM-"

2. Ok I probably don't need to brag because Lo already said it.... BUT I'M GOING TO ANYWAY! Because I'm very proud of it and it became one of my favorite ships!!! I'm the one who suggested Riley x Merikh!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ Hmmm I'll also consider Esther for this!

Let me explain!

• I came up with Riley x Merikh because when I ask for some fun facts about Riley and Lo ask for someone to feed him, I immediately thought of Merikh!! Because I remember Ace saying that Merikh don't hide his feelings and is very affectionate towards someone! people are just scared of him because of his appearance but is in fact very friendly! ^^ (See if you ever think of giving me fun facts are just a waste of time, think again. I remember every single detail of your oc fun facts and I could use them for stuff like these soooo.... Feed me-) anyway!!

Interactions:

Definitely cuddling and physical affections!! Compliments and unintentional flirtatious comments!

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the best smile?"

"I love how you always manage to bring out the best in me~"

• I think I probably don't need to explain Esther for this because like Merikh he doesn't hide his feelings and is also very flirtatious! Riley would be a blushing mess around him! And will always be full with all the attention Esther is giving! ^^

Interactions:

Physical affection and gifts!! Esther loves being romantic so he'll probably buy a lot of gifts for Riley while giving him sweet compliments! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

"You're really stunning you know that darling~?"

"You are the most perfect you there is darling~ don't let anyone tell you otherwise~"

3. Assistant Kun huh? Hmmm first thing that comes in mind is Frost and Akari!

Let me explain!

(I literally know a teaspoon of character info about them so sorry in advance if I get their personality wrong •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ )

• for frost I'm thinking that they would end up having a normal conversation and frost treating assistant Kun with kindness and humor! Assistant Kun just being busy all the time would also just return the kind gesture!

Interactions:

I feel like they would have a conversation over a cup of tea or any other beverages they prefer! Assistant Kun would talk about their boss and Frost being such a good listener will find assistant Kun's stories interesting and entertaining!

"You know, I find it oddly admirable how loyal and devoted you are to this person. They must feel so lucky~"

• For Akari I feel like they would have this "the strict, calm and collected person and the gremlin" type of relationship!!

Interactions:

Akari would follow assistant Kun around asking him a ton of questions, ask him for a ton of favor and overall just being a gremlin around him!

"Hey! Hey!! Are you ignoring me??"

"Why is your name so weird? Lol"

"Hah why are you wearing glasses?? Can I try them?!? I think I would look better in them!!"

Would probably steal Assistant Kun's stuff, always trying to get their attention, listen on how assistant Kun talk about their boss and them being like "Hah! They sound so boring! My sisters however-!" Also Akari would probably tell some horrible puns just to add to the annoyance! Heheh!

4. Uhhhh this... Ummm I can't really think of just a certain amount since star can literally be shipped with anyone and have a lot of different reasons for it... sooooo my answer for this issss..... literally anyone! (⁠٥⁠↼w↼⁠)

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...... yeaaaaahhh- I'mabadmatchmakerandI'mliterallyneverdoingthiseveragainmybrainismushandsosorryforanymischaracterizationItriedIreallydid (⁠─<─⁠|⁠|⁠）

I just did this because I need more of Lo's oc x Ace's oc content (⁠⌐⁠■ᴗ■⁠)✨✨

More oc x oc!!! (⁠ ^▽^)‼️‼️💕💕✨✨

Sylvester, Lesley, Celtic, Akari and Merikh belongs to @aesopsbaby !

Raloris and Riley belongs to @feelin-lo !

Star and Esther belongs to @startheimpactfangirl !

Frost belongs to @mystique-flowers-and-sibling-duo and assistant kun belongs to @alcohol1maid !