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[cerealboxlore]

Smoooooth Operatorrrrr

Listen up, Y'all, listen to mama

So. Y'all know about Captain Marvel and his patrons/gods that gifted him his powers through the living lighting via the Wizard Shazam, right? Of course you do, why else would you be reading a post about DC Captain Marvel by this weirdo typing it out right now at 1 AM? Anyways, his powers can do quite a lot, and when used in the right way can extend themselves to unique situations for a better outcome.

However. Billy Batson himself, the vessel for Captain Marvel, is like 10 years old. A small boy. So with that in mind, there's probably a lot of ways he can use the powers of the gods for other purposes without abusing them. As an education major, let me tell you, kids will find a way no matter what. Think they won't do something? They will. They will push the limits to human possibilities and audacity whenever they feel like it.

So imagine this lovely situation:

Billy Batson, young radio show host to Whiz Radio and known pretty well locally with some fame to his name, does a special Valentine's Day segment where he let's callers propose on the air to their partners and it's all so sweet. It's different from his usual program and schedule of talking about deep and complex conversations from the perspective of a child, but it's cute.

That is, until, a couple ends up getting into a fight on the air for everyone to hear, and Billy has to be the one to calm things down, unable to stop the broadcast for whatever reason.

Summoning up just a tiny portion of the Wisdom of Solomon, Billy does his best to get through the awkward situation. During the whole ordeal, Billy ends up getting through to the couple and talks to them about what's going on. He tries to mediate and pushes for a healthier method of communication between them instead of yelling. Despite being a child, Billy's in depth conversation with them about relationships and their dynamics have them stunned, and very apologetic in the end. The couple starts to understand each other better and their boundaries, while completely forgetting that the entire ordeal was aired live.

Word spreads like wildfire and soon Billy has a line of callers calling in for his legendary relationship advice, saying that he was so incredibly wise beyond his years. Little did they know that Billy was now snacking himself on the head for using the Wisdom of Solomon for dating advice!....oh well, he's just glad he didn't go to Zeus for help.

[springypaws]

A kinda-chunky info comic(?) about asexuality and aromanticism, in celebration of International Asexuality Day today!!

Also, I’m not trying to erase asexual representation today by explaining aromanticism as well, I just thought it would be useful to explain both in this comic, as they’re so closely related, and I’m not sure the next opportunity I’ll get to make a whole other comic for aromantics. Not to mention I’m both, and don’t want to explain asexuality in a skewed or inaccurate way because of that fact

[slasherscream]

I don't normally like make requests from people if it's obvious I'm sorry for my awkwardness.

Anyway you were saying how you were really into Jordan li recently so am I and I've read every single fanfiction or every rant there is about them and I crave more. I have been in a angst/fluff mood and I haven't seen anyone do this idea either. I was thinking thinking maybe Jordan and reader gets into an argument (not really picky about what) and the argument gets really heated (you know how jordan shifts into their male form to Intimidate or get their point across) Jordan shifts into their male form which scares reader (I'm thinking reader doesn't have a good past with angry men) and reader backs away from them in fear Jordan notices and tries to comfort them but reader flinched when Jordan touches them. Reader then asks them to leave so they do but Jordan spends like a week trying to make the situation better.

(I would also like to put reader isn't scared of Jordan more so the action of the blatant Intimidation tactic they tried to use against reader. Reader is angry that jordan would try to scare them even if it wasn't on purpose it still hurt)

Jordan sorta just spends a week following reader around Like a lost puppy trying to treat reader like a absolute queen even if reader won't really acknowledge them until Jordan has an breakdown while drunk coming to readers dorm begging for forgiveness.

Again if its obvious I don't know how to make requests I'm sorry this has just been on my mind for so long.

A/N: this request is absolutely perfect, and exactly to my tastes. thank you for sending it, doll!

WORD COUNT: 4k+ under cut | hurt/comfort and angst/fluff

It’s hard sometimes, knowing when to push and when to just let Jordan be. Not at all a skill you learned over night. You’d gotten good at the push and pull of bringing them out of their shell back when the two of you had just been friends. Better at it than anyone else, at least. It was a slow process, but every second was worth it.

Now on the good days you don’t have to push at all. A hand on their arm. A coaxing smile or two. Any act of connection, no matter how small, enough to make them tell you what’s on their mind. Even if they scowl the entire time they let it out. It’s the letting it out at all that counts. Progress!

Today you miscalculated. It’s been a bad week. Jordan hadn’t dropped in the rankings, but their points took a small dip. They hadn’t been very active on their socials, busy doing work as Brink’s TA. But the point gap between where Jordan sits at #2 in the rankings, and where Andre sits at #3 is still a wide open chasm. 

It’d take something truly disastrous to knock Jordan from the spot they’ve held for three years now. But the rankings are more important than anything to Jordan. No matter how gently you try to bring logic into the situation, Jordan gets irritated quickly, accusing you of not taking it seriously. You often wonder how that could be, considering you’re in the top eight yourself, but you bite your tongue and don’t bring it up.

The group had tried to go out for lunch. It was okay at first, everyone making an effort to ignore the storm cloud Jordan cast over the table as they picked at their food. Then Andre had made some type of stupid joke. Not even about the rankings, but enough to make Jordan snap at him. The situation escalated so quickly that Cate had threatened to take off her glove and make everyone shut up. You paid your portion of the bill and dragged Jordan out before anyone could start up again. 

And now you’re here, somehow also on the shit list for not being supportive enough. As if being supportive isn't everything you do. Day in and day out.

“I can’t believe you’re taking his side. You don’t honestly think it was an innocent comment, do you?” Jordan snaps, standing up from your couch to pace the length of your dorm room. 

“You know how Andre is. He gets sarcastic when he’s hungover, and he was packing a double whammy. He did coke and got drunk last night. He was just a little off. He wasn’t making a real dig at you.” You defend your friend, knowing Jordan will regret what she said at lunch once she’s calmed down. 

“Oh, so we’re all just supposed to tiptoe around his highness? If he was gonna be a dick during the entire thing he should have just skipped coming out with us.” Jordan’s eyes narrow in on your expression, the sudden pursing to your lips and looking away. “What?” She snaps.

You take a deep breath at the tone, “Well, Jordie, if you want me to be honest Andre wasn’t the only one who wasn’t on their best behavior today.” 

A beat of silence.

You look up and there goes Jordan rolling her shoulders back, eyebrows practically in her hairline and you sigh. You definitely should have brought up her attitude later. 

“You really are taking his side!” She scoffs in disbelief. 

“Nope. No, I am not, there are no sides. We’re all friends. Friends fight. I’m just trying to remind you that you actually are friends. You can’t just…” You trail off, uncertain. 

“I can’t just what?” She throws up her hands, volume raising. 

“You can’t act like this every time the rankings do something that isn’t spectacular for you. I know they mean a lot to you but you can’t take the numbers out on the people who care about you.”

“You just don’t get it-”

“But I do get it! We talk about it all the time. Your feelings are completely valid, the way you react to them isn’t. You’ve been giving Andre looks that could kill all week and he didn’t even do anything. If he was a little snappy at lunch, maybe he’s upset that his friend has been treating him like shit over something he barely cares about.” 

“Well if I’m so-” Jordan shifts, pitch of his voice deepening, on the verge of yelling, “-fucking awful why don’t you go run to Andre and cry about it together?” 

He only takes two steps towards the couch before you use your powers. It’s instinct, the way the forcefield bubbles up around you. 

Whatever Jordan was going to say next shrivels up and dies on his tongue. The only sounds in the room are the quiet hum your powers make when you use them, and the scared, panicked gasp you make from inside the forcefield you put up to protect yourself from him.

There’s a second where the two of you just stare at each other. Both in shock. 

“Baby-” Jordan tries taking another step forward, a small, barely there shuffle of his foot. His face falls when the forcefield gets a little louder, glows a little brighter. 

Jordan looks close to tears. It’s that expression that pulls you out of the animal state of fear you’d fallen into. You look away from them. Take a few heaving breaths. Do your best to not mix up faces of the past with your present and future.

Your forcefield flickers out slowly. A concentrated effort. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- I would never ever-'' Jordan shifts again. She rushes too fast into your space to kneel on the ground in front of you, her hands reaching for yours, desperate and clumsy.

When you flinch away, moving so you’re perched on the armrest of the couch, still trying to calm yourself down, she’s left with her hands grasping at air. “Baby, look at me. Please? Look at me, I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry that I… I’m sorry. I would never hurt you. I fucking swear I wasn’t-”

“I know, Jordan.” You shake your head, trying to stay calm. “Could you please….leave? I… I can’t calm down right now. I’m trying. I know you didn’t mean to… to scare me, but I need you to go.” 

“Baby, wait, fuck. Fuck, wait! I’m sorry. Let’s just talk. I can’t leave you alone like this. I’m sorry.” She’s panicking now, throat feeling like it’s closing up. 

She doesn’t try to reach for you again, but her hands feel like they’re burning from the effort it takes to keep them away from you. It’s instinct to hold you, to make it better, to pull you closer. She’s always been the place you run to when you’re scared, the shield you step behind when you need to feel safe. She doesn’t know what to do when you don’t even want to be near her.

“We’ll talk later. I’ll… I’ll have Cate come over so I’m not alone. Just.. leave.” Your voice breaks on a sob, and you’re begging her to leave, and that’s what makes Jordan head to the door, legs shaking. She’s never made you cry before. 

She’s glued to her phone the rest of the day, waiting for you to call. You don’t. 

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You’ve been best friends since you were freshman. You haven’t gone longer than two days without talking in all that time since. No matter how busy you are. No matter how shitty either of you feels. Jordan doesn’t know what to do with the hours of the day that you usually fill. 

She breaks on the second day when you show up to class and move to sit by Luke on the other side of the room instead of with her. You don’t even look at her as you walk by. 

Class doesn’t start for another five minutes. The teacher isn’t even here yet, and she’s always late. Jordan moves to get up, already feeling like she’s choking on all the words she needs to say to you to fix this, but is stopped by a firm grip around her wrist. She’s about to snap when she realizes it’s Cate, taking up your usual spot in the seat that isn’t up for grabs because it’s Your Seat. 

“Don’t make the situation worse. She just wants to go to class. Don’t hound her, Jordan.”

“Hound her?” Jordan’s voice raises, incredulous. “She’s my girlfriend. I need to talk to her.” 

“You need to apologize.” Cate bites. “Dick.” 

“That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped me.” Jordan speaks through gritted teeth.

“How about you try apologizing after she’s done all her classes? That way, when you inevitably upset her, she doesn’t hole herself up in her room all day crying. And feel bad about missing class on top of it. You know… the way she spent all of yesterday?” 

“She cried all day?” Jordan’s shoulders sag, voice getting smaller. 

Cate softens, patting Jordan’s hand.  “It’s not just about you, and you know that. Triggers like this really fuck with people. And she’s also pissed that she’s triggered in the first place. Let her cool off.”

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He makes it a few hours before he’s trailing after you. 

He can tell by the tension in the line of your spine that you know he’s there. But you don’t outright tell him to get lost, so Jordan can’t stop himself from following you around. Even if you don’t want him there. 

He sits across from you as you study in the library. Makes puppy dog eyes at you the entire time. He can’t be bothered to unpack his bag. It’d be useless to pretend he’ll do anything besides watching you.  

Two hours in, he gets up and leaves, hating the way your shoulders relax as he turns to go. 

He comes back twenty minutes later with your favorite foods and drink from the best local coffee shop. You don’t reach for any of it. He’s always loved how stubborn you are, how you stick to your ideas. Your principles. How steadfastly you make up your mind. Right now he’s just a little terrified of that same stubbornness. Remembers when you’d only been friends, that first year of peeling one another open, feeling each other out. 

(“I’ll never do it, Jordan.” You’d whispered vehemently, drunk and mad and beautiful. 

“Do what?” 

“Be with anyone who tries to fucking cow me into submission. It’s fucked. I won’t do it. I’ve had enough of it.” 

You’d passed the bottle you’d just had pressed to your lips and Jordan had tried not to think too hard about it, even when he tasted the remnants of your sticky, sweet lip gloss beneath the vodka.) 

He doesn’t get up to leave again until you do. 

Jordan walks you to your dorm, but trails a few steps behind you. He tried walking directly beside you at first, but your hands brushed together and the look you gave him was cold enough to freeze blood. 

So-

-behind it is. 

Jordan doesn’t get the chance to say goodnight before you slam the door in his face as loudly as possible.

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Jordan doesn’t push her luck by trying to walk you to your classes the next morning. She does wake up extra early to buy you the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers she could find. She leaves them outside your door and goes to class, hoping you’ll at least acknowledge her, the next time you see her.

During your first shared class of the day you walk in holding the bouquet of flowers. Jordan perks up in her seat, holding her breath. You do finally look at her. You make direct eye contact as you throw the flowers into the trash can at the teacher’s desk.

Jordan does not break her pen in half when Andre whispers “yikes” under his breath.

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Two more days and Jordan feels like he’s going insane. He knows you feel worse. One glance at the carefully nonchalant expression you’ve worn all week tells him that. Putting on a mask is nothing for you. That look is the first thing you learned how to do in the top ten. 

You’d never hidden the way you felt around him before. Not like this. His skin keeps buzzing with the urge to corner you. Jordan needs the two of you to talk about what happened. But he’s already walking the world’s thinnest line. 

And he knows he can’t force you, if you’re not ready. 

Another thing he knows: when you’re this upset you don’t clean. Simultaneously, when your room gets messy your depression gets worse. He skips one of your mutual classes of the day and lets himself into your dorm with the key you gave him during first year. 

Jordan looks around, wincing at the chaos. You never let it get this bad. Not even during your most soul crushing finals. He starts by throwing away the trash. The tissues you wiped your tears with. The takeout containers. Pages of your notebooks you ripped out, carelessly thrown around the room. You take awful notes in class when you’re distracted. He hates that he’s distracting you.

He wipes down every surface with your favorite scented cleaner. Dusts your books. Sweeps and mops. Changes your sheets and grabs the brightest, happiest color comforter you have stashed in your closet to put on the bed. As he adjusts the pillows he thinks about how often you spend the night at each other’s dorms. Jordan wonders if you’ve been struggling to sleep like he has. 

He hesitates, but goes to his room down the hall to grab his cologne. He spritzes it lightly over the bed and hopes you still find the way he smells comforting. 

Next is your laundry. He starts up a few loads, irons and puts away the clothes that were sitting in a wrinkled heap on your couch. You’ve always hated doing your laundry. 

He’s heading back to your room, a full laundry basket of clean clothes under each arm when you run into each other.

“Are those my clothes?” You ask, forgetting that you aren’t exactly speaking to him in your moment of confusion. 

“Yeah… I’m… I was cleaning my room. Doing some stuff. Figured I’d do a few of your loads too, while I’m already at it.” He shoots for casualness, knows he fails miserably.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say, words stiff and uncomfortable. 

“I know I just…” Jordan shrugs, relieved to be standing within a few feet of you after days of silence, and feeling pathetic over how happy something so small makes him. “Why don’t you go get something to eat with Cate while I finish up here?” 

“Finish up what?” You ask.

“I still gotta put these away.” 

You sigh, wanting the conversation to end, “You don’t have to put my clothes away, Jordan. Or wash them. I’m quite capable of doing it myself.”

Jordan takes a step back when you make a reach for one of the baskets under his arms. “I know that! Just let me do it. Doing your laundry always pisses you off. I’ve got it.” 

A battle of wills ignited. You, staring him down. Jordan, trying not to squirm. He wants to try apologizing again but doesn’t know if he’ll only make it worse.

“Please, baby? Go somewhere nice with Cate. My treat.” He puts down a laundry basket (behind him, so you can’t take it) to grab his phone from his pocket, and does something you can’t see. 

When you hear the particular chime your banking app makes when you get a Zelle deposit you roll your eyes. You don’t bother checking your phone and seeing how much he sent. You know it’s too much. But if you say anything he’ll just say you and Cate have expensive tastes (which…true.)

“Maybe you can catch a movie too? I still gotta finish up with your bathroom.” 

“Jordan.” 

“Just,” Jordan shifts, putting down the other laundry basket and slowly reaching out to grab your hand with hers. She could almost cry when you let her touch you. “I know you’re fucking pissed at me. And I know you’re still too upset to talk about it. But…. fuck, please just let me take care of you. Please. I have to do something. I can’t just sit around, after I made you feel like this. It’s driving me nuts. I’m supposed to-” 

You stop her, putting a hand on her cheek and sighing, “Okay, Jordan. I’ll go hang out with Cate while you finish.” 

“Don’t ‘hang out’, go get dinner. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.” She says, sullen and staring up at you, playing with your fingers while you’re still letting her touch you, the first time in days. 

“I’ll head to Cate’s.” 

“Nah, head to Luke’s. They’re studying together right now.” Jordan takes a risk, stepping into your space slowly, giving you the time to move away. She leans in and kisses your cheek, gentle. When you don’t move away she can’t help herself, kisses the edge of your lips too. 

You don’t kiss her back, but you give her hand a squeeze as you pull away. You stop halfway down the hall before you turn back to look at Jordan. “Call Cate and tell her she better not be fucking Luke by the time I get to his dorm.” 

Jordan laughs. Your face is a little more relaxed as you turn away this time.

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On Friday the group goes out to the club. They chose one of your favorite haunts, hoping it would entice you enough to join. You still declined the invitation. Everyone knew you would. They still wanted to try. 

You claimed you had a lot of work to catch up on. 

“She hates me. She fucking hates me.” Jordan groans into his hands, already three drinks and two shots in. 

“Well, let’s not panic.” Luke says. 

“Or be dramatic.” Andre snorts, taking a shot of his own. “You two are obsessed with each other. Relax.” 

“Relax?!” Jordan tenses, “My girl won’t fucking talk to me. How am I supposed to relax?” 

“She talked to you yesterday.” Andre drawls. 

“That wasn’t anything. We usually-”

“-Spend every free second of the day together? We know.” Luke teases. When Jordan doesn’t even smile he winces and slides him another shot. 

“She’s not even that mad. She’s more upset than anything.” Cate says, cuddling into Luke’s side. 

Jordan’s eyes follow the movement and he swallows at the distinct lack of your own weight leaning into him. You always get touchy when you’re tipsy. Climbing on top of him, clinging to him like glue. It’s his favorite part of nights out together. That and the playful booing you guys get from the group. 

Andre cuts back in, “I’m serious, dude. Relax! You guys have been together for how long now-”

“Three years.”

“-yeah, exactly. Since the fucking building of the pyramids. You two will be fine. She knows you didn’t mean anything by it. One fight won’t kill you.” 

“This wasn’t a fight, though. I fucked up! You didn’t see the look on her face. When she used her powers… I mean, fuck! You know? She was scared of me.”

“You know that’s not true, Jordan.” Luke protests. 

Jordan runs his hands through his hair, ruining the carefully slicked back style.

“Let’s just get you another drink. Come on, dude.” Andre wraps an arm around Jordan, hauling him to his feet and pulling him towards the bar. 

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You get woken up by the sound of knocking on your door. Loud knocking. You keep your eyes closed, hoping whoever it is will go away. You don’t even want to be awake. Let alone socializing. 

The knocking gets louder. Exhausted, you drag yourself out of bed. You glance at your phone on the bedside table as you get up. It’s three in the morning. Now you’re exhausted and pissed. 

You stomp over to the door, wrenching it open, prepared to cuss someone out. You deflate when you see who it is. “Oh, hey.”

Jordan is leaning heavily on the door frame, staring at you with watery, red eyes. She looks like the walking dead. “Baby. Fuck, did I wake you up? I thought you’d still be awake. You said you were pulling an all-nighter.”

“I was tired. Just wanted to sleep.” You shrug. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Still at the club, took an uber back. Too fucked up for anything else.” She mutters.

“That’s good, Jordan.” You say. 

“You haven’t called me Jordan since freshman year. What happened to Jordie?” She sighs. 

Your face softens. “Baby…”

“No, wait, just let me…” Jordan leans her forehead against the door-frame, closing her eyes tight. “I’m sorry. I fucked up big time. I’m sorry that when I get pissed I take it out on everyone around me. I’m sorry that I don’t fucking listen when you’re just trying to make me feel better. I’m sorry I yelled… I’m sorry I shift-”

“Whoa, hey.” You cut her off, shocked. “You shifting isn’t the problem, Jordan. Fuck, come inside, honey.” You say, taking her hand and pulling her inside. 

You sit the two of you on the couch, clicking on the light so you can see each other. You move so you’re facing each other, pulling her hands into your lap. “First off let’s set one thing straight. You shifting is never the problem, okay?” 

“You got so fucking scared.” Jordan looks away, hair falling into her face.

“Not of you.. Just the fucking… optics of it! I don’t ever want you to be something you’re not. And you’ve got the incredible gift of being able to be whatever you feel like being any time you want to.” You reach out and touch her cheek, guiding her to look at you, “I don’t want you to not do that. I wouldn’t ever want you not to do that, okay?”

“Okay.” She says. There’s a moment of silence, then Jordan shifts. He looks for any sign of fear or hesitation, holding his breath. When he doesn’t see any he relaxes. “But I scared you so bad you used your powers.” 

“Yeah, that did happen.” You nod, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “Maybe it’s just a little scary when someone bigger and stronger than me starts yelling like that. Also, invulnerable. Let’s not forget that. Food for thought.” 

He closes his eyes, “I’m an idiot.” 

“For yelling at me? Yeah, just a little. Don’t yell at me like that no matter what form you’re in. That's always scary. Couples talk. They don’t yell. Most of the time. We can’t be the couple that does that.”

“I’ll never yell like that again. Either form. I promise.” Jordan says, “Can I hold you? It’s been a fucking week. I’m losing my mind.” 

You laugh, climbing into his lap and Jordan sighs, wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he can. He tucks your head into his neck. “I missed you like fucking crazy.” 

“Missed you too.” You sigh, “Stay the night?” 

“You’re not leaving my sight for the next two months.” He laughs, pulling you closer.

“Only two months? That’s fucked up, I thought you missed me.” You tease. 

“Shut up.” He scoffs, kissing the side of your head. 

You snuggle closer, letting the tension of the week drift away.

“You yell at me like that again and your only hope is being invulnerable, actually. I’ll put you through a wall.” You kiss his shoulder cheerfully. 

“I’d do it before you got the chance.”

You burst into laughter and he pulls your head away from his shoulder so he can see you the way you’re supposed to look around him. Happy. Content. He can’t stop himself from kissing you. You can’t stop yourself from kissing back. 

[its-short-for-jackalope]

me every time I miss the t on my keyboard and type "rhis" or "rhat" and autocorrect doesn't fix it

[raccoon-poi]

Miscellaneous hunchfucks for the masses

[thepigeonking25]

The sansmaeda wedding!!!!

[hawkmothmoon]

Okay!! Last two The Bear pieces (til season 3, at least. Maybe sooner. Idk! I am inconsistent! I love many shows and movies and games and can’t commit to only posting from one fandom!!) JK I went and did a bunch more Bear pieces lololol

I had this idea of doing it to the single piece but it wasn’t working so I separated them out. Took inspo from the prayer cards we saw in the show.

My handwriting sucks lmao don’t judge me

[wisteriainslumber]

It’s Club Dayyyy

nrc club hcs for the club vignettes we never got

warnings: curse words, b6 spoilers for the movie club section

Mountain Appreciation Club

just jade, himself, and the great outdoors

appreciating life, having a nice peaceful hike on a sunny day

or a nice dip in the pond, it really depends if he wants to connect with nature or hunt nature that day

no, its not lonely being by himself, it’s jade’s cottagecore vacay away from NRC

he can literally just chill on the mountains as a club activity. no loud NRC tussles, no responsibilities, no having to play 4D chess to be in everyone’s good graces

its a goddamn dream come true

plus if you join, you can experience this too!!

a fan of any miniature items. the teensy tiny mushrooms are so cute they fill him with so much joy that hes shedding tears

if jade has lil terrariums, why not tiny fairy houses? 

DIY miniature doll houses with flower lamps, strawberry bean bags, and mushroom seats

this is totally a part of club activities btw <333 and yes his club room is decorated with all of these things, its very cozy

you don’t need to be an animal magnet like silver to get help from the forest critters

jade respects the earth, the birdies sometimes leave flowers out for him on the path he usually travels

for anyone screaming 'its a fae trap', his curiosity just rose astronomically

way too bold of you to assume he'd avoid such a thing

that ring of mushrooms? it looks very pretty, it’s like nature’s call for a photo op. maybe you should stand in it. jade will help you take pictures :)

if jade is ever feeling too lonely, he’ll bring a plushie along with him, for the illusion of company. its sort of nice because he can talk to it and encourages him to take more pictures (plushie tea party, anyone?)

all of these photos he takes arent only for the ‘gram its for the club (technically personal) scrapbook. he shows it to floyd & azul every time he takes a hike and every time jade pulls it out, there are audible groans

gargoyle research & mountain appreciation should have a collab i think it would be very enriching

Pop Music Club

all of their instrument expertise comes from outside of the club

u think they actually learned how to play in that club?? pffft its a glorified hang out spot

just a bunch of friends who all know how to play instruments hanging out under the guise of club activities

we are going under the impression that clubs either get no supervision or very little supervision bc there is no way this club will still be standing if so

their band practice is only for appearances bc all they do is play the few songs they know well then spend the rest of their time preforming trick shots w/ their instruments

kalim is reading off the sheet music meant for the trombone but its okay he’s going off the vibe™

as opposed to cater, who can’t even read the sheet music, but are they a boss with playing by ear (girls got perfect pitch)

if you hear the band get off-beat, its very hard to pinpoint who the culprit is bc none of them are on the same page physically, they communicate telepathically (its all in the Vibes)

they would be the band that continues playing during fire alarms and severe emergencies. nothing like a bit of background music to ease panic, right?

however they’re very quick learners. like if someone wants to belt off their lungs to a song, the rest of the club will find the sheet music and join

(seriously though, lilias got some pipes. kalim is getting too into it with bashing the drums and cater has to catch up bc in what world does a single college kid become so good at singing about unrequited love??)

put them in a room together and they are all fighting for custody of the braincell

all of cater’s and lilia’s old guitar picks are used as decorations around the club

as in, they connected them on sashes and it’s hanging like some colourful fairy lights

they let kalim pick three of the collection and those turned into pop music friendship bracelets :)

their meetings will end with ‘we should totally start a band’ (and they never do)

Board Game Club

monopoly was Extra banned after azul joined

have you ever felt extorted by the bank? that there is suddenly a surprise interest for taking too long to buy a property? to be told you counted wrong even though you're pretty damn sure u triple counted?? bc thats what he did as the banker

the biggest betrayals come out of this club during uno

crowley suggested to play more peaceful games like scribbl.io but then it ended up with a competition of art skills

their club room has drawings and fanart of their favourite characters in there 

students of this club absolutely CARRY the art bazaars. anything you can think of under the sun, they can do

need jewelry? pottery? paper crafts? cool paintings? costumes? you can absolutely commission them (uhh if you can find them, that is)

the D&D sessions in this club get so majorly intense that students have started physically reenacting the actions, like larping

crowley would have let the students keep the very real and very sharp swords they brought if pomefiore student C didn’t get a leg injury from them

better luck next time

but who am i kidding, if idia is feeling particularly silly that day he’ll permit the use of magic

and by silly he means when a club member says something so factually incorrect about the D&D setting that nothing less than fire can make them atone for their sins

and what is NRC if there aren’t any consequences for the losers? the mantle of the gamemaster is passed around at every meeting, so depending on their luck, the loser either wears a dunce hat or assists in the winner’s projects

despite all of this though, they are ride or die!!! if you need help farming mats for a game, you will have at least 3 classmates available to help

co-op is amazing in this club. it may be filled with taunts but generally they are very supportive and are a very cohesive team

it makes you wonder why they don’t work together very often

well thats because theyre only bonded by common goal. they are Petty. they’re still bitter about losing at uno

Equestrian Club

probably the most order you'll get, clubwise

not because riddle is part of the club its more like the horses will punish any misbehaviour before he can

the savanaclaw students defend the horses with an energy even sebek couldnt manage

poor ignihyde student B got flown across the field for being too rough with the lead

now on top of the very hurtful gut injury, ignihyde student B is getting mentally kicked down for treating the horse like a toy

during the beginning of the club, there would be info sessions and you’d have to pass a test regarding safety, maintenance, and proper care of the horses before you even begin to ride

and even before that, theres a grace period to establish a bond with the animals 

after silver pushed the agenda, riddle now schedules weekly bonding time with their horses

the scarabia students enjoy this immensely they'll be braiding flowers into every horses' hair

NRC students go ham on halloween and that means their pretty horseys are also getting cool costumes to match

sebek’s horse is out of the stable the quickest to run up to him

on the outside, very wholesome. but if you’re standing near sebek in any shape or form, it looks like his horse is charging up to trample him and it is very scary

the equestrian club magicam page is filled with the most photogenic horses and costumes you’ll see

and depending on who is posting, the captions will consist of horse puns or informative facts on horse maintenance and care

i seriously mean it when the members of the equestrian club start reciting these in their sleep

replace the salt licks, put on winter blankets, polish the hooves

and most importantly: WEAR YOUR PPE.

honestly this rule should be applied mostly to spelldrive & science club members but hell, that’s their problem. your ppe is just as important for you as it is to the horsies, so dont slack or else ur going on club probation

you know how people baby-talk their pets

now imagine that with a bunch of horse girls

thats the whole club

Track & Field Club

between a bunch of boys and the great outdoors, extremely dumb things happen in this club

if theyre done doing club activities, theres truly nothing to do

and they take advantage of the lack of supervision by hijacking the sprinklers

lots of water fights bc the sun is beating down on them while they’re doing exercise. ‘stay hydrated’ is their club motto

if all else goes wrong, at least the grass is watered amirite?

as far as ik, vargas supervises this club but they seem very chill. im not sure if this club is the one that’s in dire need of supervision

there’s a bunch of inside jokes that vargas somehow overheard??

he’ll say them back in later club meetings without a lick of context

a student once asked how his life in NRC was and while most of it was a lesson to take care of your physical health, the club has exclusive gossip on how vargas thought crewel was the most annoying classmate ever😭

they’re not snitches though bc they still wanna hear more juicy stories

a few curious students tried that raw egg diet and got sick as all hell

salmonella is deadly, my friends

rip to the beginners because vargas will ask you to do 100 curl-ups as a WARM UP. 

instructs like a sergeant but has the energy of a fun uncle

he will let the students pick a warm-up song 

very few fights or disagreements happen in this club mostly because everything can be solved through competition

whoever can run past the big oak tree first gets to be vargas’ helper for the duration of club time

the students are free to decorate their headbands for the club and because friendship is #magic, deuce and jack exchanged their headbands to decorate

at some point they started have mud sculpture contests and by ‘mud sculpture’ i mean they make mud hurdles and whoever can’t jump over them has to put the club equipment back by the end of practice

this club loves touching grass so much

Magift Club

leona is a wonderful leader but unfortunately he is also the least tolerant of problems that arise

if you can sort thru puberty then u can sort out ur own problems damn🙄🙄 yall really be going to leona to complain about octavinelle student B whipping a disk at ur head at ur grown age???

yall seen ruggie play upside down with his damn grippers on the broom

some of the club members think thats super cool and try to do the same

only to sustain head injuries

which epel very nicely helped them to patch up

before every game they group huddle and leona gets dragged in all the time no matter how much he complains

the mantle of the speech is passed around the entire team on different games

everyone plays a part!

and by playing a part i mean that they all scrawl down mean things to say about the rsa students and put it in a hat

they read them aloud when team morale is low

any breakfast skippers in this team broke their streak around the first week of joining

yk, because it is unhealthy™ but mostly bc if leona catches anyone skipping meals before practice or a match, they’re getting a new one ripped into them

he’ll prattle on about how he doesn’t want anyone at their 70% at a practice or that not eating makes their movements sluggish and a liability

and its very easy to take him at face value but i promise he means it all in good nature and concern for health <3

sometimes leona will use epel as an example and praising him for being a good student™ for eating and intaking nutrients or wtv 

but epel will sometimes then start an impromptu presentation about the nutrients in fruits and food which is a mix of things he’s learned from his family and from pomefiores routine

ruggie ofc says smth entirely different, that any food is energy, and leona promptly throws the slipper at him sjdsjdf

ruggie treats his broom like a person

very respectful, talks to it for no reason (or maybe he’s talking to himself??)

pomefiore student A believes that he’s establishing a relationship with a broom and isn’t that a beautiful thing?

riders need to have a good relationship with their horse, so why shouldn’t the same logic be applied to a broom?

yeah, this gets travelled around a bit and people who are not part of the spelldrive club are puzzled. like do magift players get an extra special broom or something???

Gargoyle Research Club

ALL on his lonesome its the saddest thing ever

if you ask a senior, they will tell you an old rumour that the club is a disguise for dark arts practice

to be fair, there’s nothing refuting the rumour but it got quickly shut down just because it wasn’t wise to talk about the future heir in such a way

the air of the club is so vibey bc come on, its just strolls around the campus and learning gargoyle lore

its mal’s niche interest and he’s sort of winning since hes the sole member and can ‘sign off’ that he attended even if he loses track of time and misses the meeting

‘‘meeting” is a very generous term its mal at a round table with a bunch of empty chairs 

jade and malleus are members of the #soloclub so jade passes on his advice to fill the empty spaces with plushies

hes learned every name of the gargoyles that reside on campus, and if they are nameless, sometimes he’ll bestow a name upon them

mal would help unclog or brush off any leaves that may have fallen into the drainage systems (yuu keeps putting leaves in the gargoyle mouths to ‘feed them’)

one of malleus’ favourite things to do in this club is when its raining. he loves to see the statues just spout off water so gracefully

he’d sculpt the most beautiful mini gargoyles though??

like i don’t think they’d be full size (for now) because there’s gargies all over campus, but just know, these miniature versions are all fully functional just waiting to do their job

lets not forget that mal is on his second? third? volume of his self published gargoyle research books. the next volumes are coming with illustrations for optimum learning efficiency  

the illustrations may occasionally have footnotes that say something along the lines of ‘gargoyle stationed next to the school gates, nicely polished’ 

lowkey though, he finds the statues weathered by time and storms the most beautiful. theres entire sections in his books just waxing poetic about the craftsmanship & the stone withstanding the force of nature and erosion

and ofc how to determine the approximant date of a sculpture, along with how cracks, rust, pigmentation, and whatever else stands as a testament to how beautiful things age

i think this club might benefit from powerpoint club initiation idk though

Science Club

yeah i said it before but these are unsupervised students with access to a wide range of chemicals

most of them are hyper-reactive as well

sometimes its nice to mix some stuff together and watch it blow up

and sometimes u be feeling a little thirsty and risky that day

diasomnia student A had grown fins and a tail because of this and looked majestic with them, even though he absolutely couldn’t breathe

some bright scarabia student had the fun idea to incorporate their own magic into the mix. you know, because plants, ingredients, and metals with magical properties weren’t ‘oomph’ enough

its not that they don’t know how to create a shimmer potion but, buuut what if they doubled the pixie dust so they can create an ultra light potion?? (*cough* it might function like a solar flare lolol oopsie daisies <33)

rumours say this student had received malleus draconia’s praise, but for some strange reason, none of the club members present had a reliable alibi 

even though they need to send in a full list of ingredients and their intentions with them, the students still end up creating borderline dangerous potions

its not like theres a bag inspection or anything

unspoken agreement within the club that anyone can bring in whatever the hell they want as long as they leave no traces afterwards

the science club has gotten extra extra sneaky because oftentimes crewel will show up unannounced to ensure that no one is doing something stupid

rook hunt is the anti-thesis of lab safety he has actually violated pretty much any and all lab protocols, past, present, and future

his bad influence is causing the other club members to forgo their safety equipment too

rook do be drinking random chemicals to see what they would do but what caused one student’s sclera to turn colours only causes rook to hiccup pink bubbles. its a strange phenomena 

and no trey is not exempt from this bc what were his club members with equally as dangerous chemicals in their bag gonna do? snitch? be fr

curiosity runs rampant in this club and none of their intentions are for the better

Basketball Club

jamil is the mom of the team

against his will, as always

his leadership style is much more different than leonas

while leona will step in if needed, jamil will dip

sort it out amongst yourselves. if he comes back in 10 minutes and theyre still squabbling, then jamil is going to sic floyd on their asses

of course it works every time. if you consider "fighting to the death" as an ethical suggestion

often times jamil will praise heartslabyul student E for being so well behaved but this is obviously a dig at ace

poor ace got demoted. he's the biggest menace in the first year group now he has to deal with ppl who are bigger menaces than him

without fail, every club meeting there will be someone reenacting the basketball song from that one classic movie. singing it just ups your chances of getting the ball in the basket i dont make the rules

if you listen closely, you can almost hear the squeaky shoes on the court

every time someone makes a shot, you will hear ‘LIMP WRIST SYNDROME’ being shouted

i dont know the basketball positions but ace is the one that’s all over the court. hes fast as hell. his members say its bc hes the shortest one on the team 

all those sleight of hand tricks arent only for parties, they’re also for playing ball >:) dupes the enemy team so much when fighting over the ball

this club is both the biggest victim and the biggest instigator for locker room antics because everyone is very very petty

jamil would scold them for tracking water all over the floor but will not stop floyd for soaking everyone with the shower head he personally knocked off the wall

until he got caught in the fire, now jamil has snatched the shower head and by the seven is he going to use magic to make that shit boiling hot

and ofc vargas mistook those burns as sun burns and praised the entire club for being so hardworking in the hot weather jsdfjh

once one of the diasomnia students thought they would get extra pumped for a game if they pretended the floor was an rsa student's face

they smacked the ball so hard on the ground that it ricochet up into their face and accidentally broke their nose

poor dude, you really gotta feel for him

Film Studies Club

crap ton of students signed up when vil was in first year solely for the reason that ‘vil is in this club’

which of course, was nice but vil made sure there was brutal auditions to weed out the ones who joined just to see him

many people believe it’s savanaclaw & the magift club that snorts protein like its crack

no, it’s pomefiore

and by proxy, vil is enforcing the same rules

gotta keep ur body on its toes, eat good for no pimple, work hard and rest harder

on another note though, oof, personal vocal lessons with coach schoenheit😩

the octavinelle students love to gossip and start rumours and play it off as it being "improv"

rumours circle around though and one epel felmier is not very happy about allegedly being an RSA transfer student

when they have movie analysis days, vil rarely ever lets his own movies be shown

yes, feedback is good from anyone, but not only is he a senior, but one of the leading figures of this club. the only thing he’d hear were praises, and if he wanted that, he’d just go to rook

ortho is having a blast working with all the different kinds of cameras, and loves when the members request for a camera with a very specific function

it gets his genius little mind to work and he can show off his expertise. it’s a win/win!

also uses all of this data to weaponize his acting to the max. he will learn how to use crocodile tears for his benefit, he will learn how to intimidate people even with his adorable form

vil may be a brutal dance coach but my heart tells me ortho is much worse. he helps choreograph but completely forgets that his joints dont work like people do

he also overestimates everyones strength solely due to the fact that physically, the club members are stronger than idia due to the rigorous training regimes

his stage directions be like “okay and you can move the set when you exit stage left”

like.. the entire set?? one person?? 

ortho gets wayyyyy too invested in his character but now vil is using ortho as an example to keep the rest of the club members in line aiuhdffgh

ortho is the biggest instigator for out-of-pocket improv because its like a livewire reaction. one person goes in a crazy direction and the rest of the club is following suit

no one knows what the original script is anymore ijsdhfgn

[cafenervosa]

happy narumitsu week! i saw this headline about the former japanese princess and her husband and said well that is absolutely phoenix and miles lol

[original headline and ID under the cut]

[Image description: two pictures of a news article. The first one is a drawing parodying the second but featuring Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth.

The first picture is a drawing of a news article with the headline, "Head Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth looks loved-up as he strolls hand-in-hand with disgraced former defense attorney boyfriend in LA after he failed bar exam for the second time." Below the headline are two drawing of Miles and Phoenix. The left picture features Miles, walking alone and carrying a grocery bag while looking at his phone. The second picture is of both Miles and Phoenix. They are walking while holding hands, Miles carrying the groceries while Phoenix talks animatedly. There is a caption below the pictures which reads, "Head Prosecutor Miled Edgeworth, 30, was spotted out and about with his disbarred partner, Phoenix Wright, also 30, in Los Angeles.

The second picture is a screenshot of the original article which is headlined, "Former Japanese Princess Mako Komuro looks loved-up as she strolls hand-in-hand with commoner husband in NYC after he failed bar exam for the second time." There are two photos below the headline, the left image is that of Mako Komuro, walking alone carrying a shopping bag. The right image is that of her with her husband. They are holding hands and walking together. The pictures are captioned, "Japanese Princess Mako Komuro, 30, was spotted out and about wither her commoner husband, Kei Komuro, also 30, in New York City. End image description.]

[hcdragonwrites]

River (Jttw-Monkeybuisness)

Ok I wrote another thing for @jttw-monkeybusiness there art inspires me and makes my brain itch and honestly I love Sophie to death so here you go!

And yes I suck at naming things when they are snippets of stuff I just usually name it what it’s about.

‘Getting water should be easy’ Sophie thought.

However it seemed that whatever gods were watching their trek today through China must have been bored and made this their entertainment for the evening.

Force the girl Buddha had plucked out of time to get water. Well it was unfair to assume it was the Buddha but whatever magical force actually had pulled her out of her time? Well that being was a massive dick. Sophie strained her arm, feeling the sway of the tree branch she clung to bobbed under her weight.

The banks of this river were steep as Trip and the group were making their way through mountains. The steep sides slide right into the dark water, rushing by in silent swirls of black- and offering no safe place for any traveler to easily reach it. The tree branch that Sophie now climbed upon, hung low enough off the steep riverbank, almost kissing the water with its bark. Moss had begun to grow from its limbs from the constant moisture. It offered Sophie a perfect opportunity.

She had both legs and arm hooked around the branch as it swayed, one free hand straining forward and dipping the water skins into the dark flow.

Jesus it’s freezing, she thought as her fingers dipped beneath the black current. Must be a runoff from a snow melt… If she fell into it she would be soaked and cold to the bone. Sophie shook herself, scattering that intrusive thought.

‘Only two more skins to go…’. She yanked the first one up, muscles burning. She lay flat, stomach hugging the branch and trying not to slip. Sophie wasn’t the most athletic person but she wasn’t a pushover either. Getting water was something she could do. Maybe she couldn’t fight Gods and humble the heavens like Wukong. Maybe she couldn’t breathe underwater and spear demons like Sandy.

Pigsy- well he was a fighter but mostly she had seen him run either away from a fight, pick a fight with Wukong, or fight to run towards women. Most of the time those women were demons in disguise that Wukong warned about. Sandy and her had a betting game going on silently between themselves as to which women were women and which were demons that wanted to devour Trip or herself. Mostly Trip but sometimes she would be mentioned.

So far the score was tipping in Sandy’s favor(who guessed mostly that the women they ran into were real women)- but only because the last village they had been in had been plagued by a child devouring rat demon. It was a morbid kind of way to make light of a situation that just kept recurring as Pisgy never learned.

Tripitaka even had his own abilities to commend, if some of those abilities didn’t translate over to combat. Staying still, meditating, being able to see the good in everyone - Sophie could hear Wukong now, thoroughly ripping into Trip for that belief- those were all traits that helped.

Sophie- a Girl out of time- was determined to have her own uses.

And if that was just doing minimal tasks then she would be GRAND at them!

She uncorked the last water skin and dipped it beneath the water as twilight began to descend into the gorge. The water turned black by the lack of light made Sophie’s stomach twist just a bit. There’s nothing in the water Sophie- nothing at all.

Her reassurances fell short. She had seen too much of demons and gods and magical mojo to really believe that nothing was staring up at her.

What happened next was a factor of several things. The first of those things we can lay blame at the feet of one Monkey King.

Sun Wukong had been given the task of collecting some fresh meat for the stew Trip was preparing and had sent Wukong to find some. The meat was mostly for Sophie and the rest but Trip would also partake. Being a Buddhist he usually kept to a strict vegetarian diet of noodles and soups. However, even he understood that on the road the pilgrims did not have much choice in diet.

So Wukong had gone, easily catching several rabbits and a large goose from further down the river. After his return and depositing them at Pigsys feet to be cleaned and prepped, Wukong was disappointed in the lack of praise. Usually bringing in a haul of food would give him some thanks- however the person that usually did the thanking was … missing.

“Where is the Reader?” Wukong demanded, arms crossing and tail lashing in annoyance.

Pigsy looked up at him from beneath bushy eyebrows. “Sophie,” Pigsy drawled, taking the first rabbit and cutting it clean of its pelt, “went to fill the water skins.”

“Alone? No one thought to go with her?” Wukong made a scoffing noise. Between her and the Monk there had been too many occasions where a demon had taken them as bait to lure out the infamous Monkey King. Didn’t she know by now that she couldn’t just wander off?

“She is not a Child, Brother.” Sandy interjected. The great water demon was sitting cross legged at the fire, stirring the pot. As Pigsy quickly and methodically cleaned the animals, Sandy was just as quick in adding them to the stew. The aroma was already becoming tantalizing. “She wanted a task and was given one. You know she does not like to be idle when there are things to do.”

“I wasn’t saying idleness was the correct answer.” Wukong picked at an invisible dust mote on his sleeve and flicked it away. He was feigning boredom when in reality he felt an itch under his fur. It was his responsibility to keep the mortals safe on this quest.

That included Trip and Sophie. The monk was easy to keep in one place, unless there were people that kept begging for help. Which - happened more than Wukong would care to admit.Sophie was … not so easily manageable.

That stupid women wanted to be as helpful as possible. Whether that be fetching supplies in town, carrying messages for the monk, or even tending to Yulong, she was always trying to keep busy. Which wouldn’t have been a problem for the Monkey King if it didn’t make his fur itch terribly so.

The itching would only go away after he knew she hadn’t gotten eaten by some wannabe river god.

“She needs to wait until I am back. Then she could have asked me for my help and I would have obliged.”

“I think the monkey likes Sophie.” Pigsy mock stage whispered, earning a murderous glare from Wukong. Pigsy flinched back, rubbing at the phantom pain on his head from the last time he had egged Wukong on a bit too much.

“She is only down by the river.” Sandy peacefully interjected before Wukong to react to Pigsys tone. “Just past the bend- I made sure she knew not to go farther.”

At least Sandy knew how danger inclined the mortals in their group were.

Wukong turned and left the camp, walking to the river not far off. The women wasn’t too far away to warrant an escort- she had learned from the last couple of times of almost being devoured or snatched up to not wander so far- but his fur wouldn’t lie flat on his shoulders. It itched terribly so. The sooner he could see her, the sooner the itching would go away.

As he came around the bend he saw her. Sophie was clinging to a tree that looked like it could be swept away into the river at any moment, legs hugging the branch as one hand dipped into the water. Her hair hung down, almost skimming the black surface. Wukongs fur stopped itching and he smoothed it down. Since no one but he was near Sophie to see, and she being too occupied by the river to even notice, he decided to indulge himself and stared openly.

When she had first joined their pilgrimage he had been pissed. Another human to take care of, to babysit, to feed was not what Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, had signed up for. If he was being honest with himself, none of this pilgrimage was what Wukong had voluntarily signed up for.

Sophie was strange to boot. Fair of skin, eyes and hair, she looked like a spirit from some heavenly court. However she did not act like any women in the Jade Emperor's Palace, because on one of the more ridiculous of their days where The monk had almost been married to a demon queen and Wukong had to break through and kill a little too much, Sophie had let loose a string of curses that were so foreign and colorful that the Monkey King had been momentarily shaken from his indifference at her to turn and inquire to what those phrases even meant.

It had been the start to something Wukong would never admit openly to. It had grown since that day as he learned that, while she may look pretty, she was no women in courtly garb or village outpost. She had a sharp mind, always asking questions and trying to figure out the why and the how of everything. Why did Wukong have a staff that could shrink and be tucked in his ear? Where had Wukong learned to shapeshifter? How had he been able to master duplicating himself with just a bit of fur and spit?

Sophie was open about questions of herself- where she had come from, what she had done before (something about being an artist) and why she looked the way she did (this last bit was rude on Wukongs part and had had the monk use the circlet around his brow as a reprimand. ‘We don’t ask why they look a certain way Wukong," he had said. The Monkey king had not meant it rudley- more or less he just wanted to know where in the world other people like her existed - that looked like her.)

She didn’t like blood so that was a bit of a downside. But an upside was she wasn’t afraid to go toe to toe when the Monk was being so incredibly and unreasonably unfair in his punishments. Wukong didn’t kill too much. Just enough.

Wukong hadn’t had anyone stick up for him like that.

So Sun Wukong decided to play- though no one else would see it as such. Tormenting and teasing and egging and goading were usually not considered human equivalencies of play. On Flower Fruit Mountain those had been the height of games and pastimes. Finding the little things that would itch someone’s skin, that could in turn get right beneath the armor of good words and embarrass the person enough to stumble out of their rehearsed facade and reveal the true self was a specialty of the Monkey Kings. He had done so with all the attendants in Heaven, with all the would-be demon conquerors that marched onto his doorstep. Dig at something long enough and you will find what makes them tick

So Wukong poked at Sophie’s person. He took things from her bag when bored and kept them away (it wasn’t hard and he didn’t have to even make himself bigger to do so). Wukong would try and goad her into playing pranks with him, sometimes even dragging her halfway through one before letting her know that it was a prank. He would answer her questions, insult her intelligence by calling her stupid women, and challenge her on her moral standings. He did everything in the monkey fashion that would be considered teasing and mildly bullying to figure out who she was.

He didn’t realize till it was too late that this had become more than a game to him. He was enjoying this.

Wukong didn’t get to watch her openly. Pigsy would think him infatuated with her and then he would become insufferable. That couldn’t happen. So Wukong would steal glimpses, brush shoulders, take hidden moments like when Sophie had turned to him, eyes shining and bright, and had begged to be lifted up so she could pet a few monkeys perched within a tree. Wukong could still feel the weight of her on his arm, the smell of her. She had been so enamored with the monkeys above that he didn’t have to worry. He could watch her without disguise.

Like he was now. Her face was screwed up in concentration, lip between her teeth as she corked the water skin and swung it onto the bank. She may be a weak mortal but she had good aim. Sophie placed the last one in the water, blue eyes glittering in the twilight. He would have to teach her how to properly hang. She was so limited in movement on that branch, clinging to it like a cat. It was improper and she could still easily slip into the water and be lost. It was a good thing Wukong was here then.

So it was, in part, the Monkey Kings fault for what happened next. And in part, Sophie’s mind is at fault. Wukong was as silent as a tiger, walking up and onto the tree without a sound. And as he was silent and watching, Sophie’s mind was loud and preoccupied.

She only had one more skin to fill but her mind wouldn’t let go of the thought of there being some beast or creature watching her. Waiting for her. It was just like the irrational fear children get when they swim into the deep part of a swimming pool- that somehow someway a shark would come from the clear cemented depths and devour them.

Only- this wasn’t a clear swimming pool. And this wasn’t some childhood fear anymore. Sophie had seen Tripataka almost go underwater from a river monsters grasping hands. If it hadn’t been for Sandy at that time, the monk would have drowned. She shivered. The sooner she got back to camp and away from the spooky dark water and the night, the better.

“There!” She felt the weight was sufficient enough and quickly corked the water skin. Sophie could get down now, off this tree and back into the warm and comforting light of the fire. Maybe she could ask Wukong for another of his stories- well histories as he called them. He was good at telling stories- if they were centered around himself. She went to throw the water skin, already calming down—

Eyes.

Glowing eyes watching her from above. Something human shaped in the foliage—

“Fucking shit!”

Panic set in and instinct. She flinched back, dropping the skin—

And slipping headfirst into the water. The cold shocked her body, screaming for her to get UP GET OUT DANGER- and she kicked back to the surface, spluttering. The current however was stronger than she thought and was already yanking her down to begin with. Her clothes were a weight that the water happily tugged down, mangling it with the current.

Something shot out and grabbed her around the middle and pulled.

OH GODS THERE IS A WATER DEMON THATS IN HERE! Sophie swung out, flailing wildly to get free. Her hands hit something but it was like hitting stone. She would not end up as someone’s meal or bride or servant or anything else. The thing that had a grip on her didn’t let go. But it didn’t haul her under- it hauled her up. As she breached the surface, she spat water from between her lips, her hair blocking her face.

She breathed in just enough air to start threatening.

“WHOEVER OR WHATEVER YOU ARE, JUST KNOW IF YOU EAT ME YOU WILL REGRET IT.” Sophie breathed in more air so she could get louder- if she was loud enough maybe Sandy or Pigsy would hear. If Wukong was back he would definitely hear her. She had to fight until she could get enough air in her lungs to holler louder. She swung again, connecting to what felt like a face- but it was like runing her hand into a brick wall. “I HAVE A FRIEND WHOS THE BEST MONKEY IN THE WHOLE WORLD WHO WILL SKIN YOU—“

Another hand caught her wrist, holding away. Sophie would just have to swing her free hand around and —

“Stop fucking flailing women you will bring the whole branch back into the river !” The person hissed and Sophie paused. She pulled the wet hair out of her face with her free hand.

“Wukong?”

The Monkey King was holding her close, one arm wrapped around her middle and the other holding one of her previously flailing wrists. His eyes were narrowed to angry yellow slits.

“You idiot who else would it be ?” His face was wet from where Sophie must have obviously punched him and splashed water at him.

“What are you doing out here- I thought-“

“I came to fetch you since you were taking so long and everyone was worrying about you.” He adjusted his grip, and hopped off the branch and back onto solid earth. “Then you had to go and dunk yourself into the river like a fool and I had to fish you out. I was also able to get the water skin you almost lost. ” He held up the skin, tossing it onto the bank.

“I didn’t dunk myself in the river !” Sophie pushed off of Wukong and he let her go, crossing his arms. “If you weren’t spookily hiding in the branches with your glowing eyes I wouldn’t have panicked and lost my grip!”

“I can’t believe you hit me…”

“Of course I would hit you! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU!” Sophie shouted.

“You should know me enough by now that I’m not like every other gripping demon out there!”

“Wukong how would I know when I’m half drowning in the water and I can’t see you?!” Sophie countered. He rolled his eyes, collecting the cast off water skins she had thrown onto the bank, grumbling about mortals and being blind.

“What were you doing?”

Wukong didn’t reply to her, his tail twitching agitatedly. Sophie looked down at herself. She was drenched from head to bare foot in water. Her skin was already starting to break out in goosebumps as the sun sank behind the mountains, casting the gorge into shadow.

“Why were you hiding in the branches?” Sophie pressed, collecting her shoes and holding them in hand. She would have to be careful walking back not to step on anything. Putting her shoes on now would only get them wet from her pant legs being sodden. Wet shoes were also not fun to walk in and they had a long trek tomorrow. Trip wanted to get to the next monastery and have as he liked to call it “an honest meal” which mostly consisted of mushrooms, noodles and broth. Trip was a vegetarian by nature but on the journey he did at times have to make sacrifices.

“Again I wasn’t hiding. The great Sun Wukong doesn’t hide.” Wukong replied, combing his wet fur back into place. “I was coming to fetch you and bring you back for supper. It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“Did you call out to me?”

“I was making enough noise a deaf and blind beggar could have heard me!” Wukong patted his pant leg where the majority of the water had gotten onto him. It wasn’t as bad as the full drenching Sophie had taken.

Sophie could smell the lie even as Wukong ignored her angry glower.

“Bull-bull s-shit!” She challenged but it came out between chattering teeth. Fuck it got cold fast.

Wukong paused in his own musings, hands pausing in inspecting himself and turned. He peered up into Sophie’s face, so close that he was almost nose to nose. The Monkey King looked at her eyes, down to her lips, then across the rest of her.

“Um… Wukong?”

“You're cold.” Wukong tapped his own lips, and pointed out the raised goose flesh on her arms. “Blue lips and bumps mean cold” His voice was much softer now. “Stupid women.”

He stepped back, hands crossing over his chest again. He looked her up and down then demanded “Take that off.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I’ll turn around, just take off your wet shirt!” Wukong shouted back. “You have those dry … er, shorts right?”

“Yes back in my bag.”

Wukong nodded once.

“Good. Take off your shirt.” He turned around, good to his word.

Sophie did so- shivering as the cold air clung to her skin. The cloth was heavy with water and she sighed. It wouldn’t be dry until well into tomorrow- she would be forced to wear her ‘otherworldly’ clothing. It was fine by her but if they stopped by a village it also meant she would have to wait outside. Sophie had learned the last time that walking into a village with odd clothes could be one of several different reactions, all mostly negative and involving the villagers calling her a demon or witch. Or throwing rocks at her. As she peeled herself free from the sodden clothing the night air kissed her skin and sent her teeth chattering harder. “D-done.”

Wukong hadn’t turned around but he had divested himself of his own robed shirt, holding it out and behind himself. Sophie tried not to stare at his back too long.

“Put it on.” It was kindness Sophie wasn’t expecting. Wukong, the last time he had given her his shirt to wear, had been an order from Tripataka. She had to wash her clothes after a heavy rainstorm had her falling in mud. Of course she had had no spare tops- they all needed to be washed from the travel smell and the dirt. So Trip had ordered Wukong to give up his shirt. It hadn’t been willing kindness but Sophie had still taken it as that.

But this? This was unexpected. Sophie opened her mouth to reply when Wukong continued, “I can’t believe I’m going to have to wash it again of your stink.”

Well so much for kindness. Sophie thought. First the monkey had scared her into the river. Then he had rescued her and blamed her for falling in? All because she couldn’t hear him? She didn’t believe that- not for a second. Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong had not been walking loudly. He hadn’t even tried to call out to her to get her attention. What had he been doing when he was on the branch? How long had he been there?

Well, Sophie thought, I should be more aware of my surroundings- or at least not let my mind run away with the rest of my senses.

Though in all fairness if Wukong had wanted to sneak up on her, she would never have known. He was too quiet for his own good and it played into how well he could slip frogs into Pigsys blanket roll.

Sophie shrugged the shirt up and over her head, feeling the residual warmth from Wukong already transferring to her skin.

“At least you won’t get sick and worry the Monk.” Wukong said. Sophie tapped his shoulder and he turned. Without asking, he grabbed her sodden shirt and held it out in front of him.

He may have caused her to fall in. He may have been trying to scare her or something else. But he had pulled her out of the river. He had given her his shirt- free of an order. Sophie was beginning to read the guilt through his actions. Whatever Wukong had meant to do- he hadn’t meant to do that.

“…. Thank you Wukong.”

He grunted, holding Sophie’s shirt in one hand like someone would hold a gross bug.

“What would you do without me? You are completely incapable of keeping yourself safe. Too weak to fight, and too uncoordinated to even balance properly. What were you doing using only one arm for the water? You should have hooked your legs over the trunk instead. ” Wukong walked only a pace ahead of Sophie, slowing whenever she winced over the ground. At least the ground was only slightly rocky here.

“Maybe I wouldn’t fall in rivers because the person that is so worried about my safety didn’t just scare me half to death.” She shot and Wukong merely grinned wider.

“ It seems you forget how to say ‘You are Welcome Wukong’ ! It was just a dip in the water and I was right there to keep you from drowning.”

“Uh huh.”

“ It was needed.” He sniffed the drenched clothing and grimaced, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “You did stink.”

“Oh hahaha let me laugh it up- not like there’s soap and a bathtub waiting at every spot we stop.” Sophie rubbed her arms, pulling her hair back from her face to tuck behind her ears. “You stink too when you come back from slaughtering half a hoard of demons ya know?”

“I take care of myself. Unlike you.”

“I thought you were some river monster coming to drown me and eat my bones you ass.” Sophie tilted her head and squeezed some water off the edges of her hair. She was going to need a brush, the bits of hair already curling and tangling together. “Lurking in the shadows above me is not a way to reassure a girl you aren’t there to devour them.”

“All the more reason,” Wukong crowed, “Not to go without an escort. If you are going to go anywhere, you have to take me with you. You are in a King's care after all. It reflects badly upon my own standing as King and guardian of this pilgrimage if you end up between the teeth of some demon. Mortals like you and the Monk should know this by now.”

“Sandy knew where I was.”

“And look at the good that did you.”

There was no popping Sun Wukongs bubble of pride- he had already wrapped this story up as a great rescue of some kind. He didn’t grin about it, but Sophie could see he was indifferent to the chaos he had caused her. She wished she could throw him sometimes. Maybe he would think twice about scaring her if she could dunk him in a river.

“…stupid monkey.”

Wukong turned at that, grinning now with all teeth. The game was afoot now in full force and he felt it.

“What we’re you saying as I pulled you up? Something like “A friend whos the best monkey in the world?’”

“If he really was the best he wouldn’t have half drowned me.” Sophie pointed out, sniffing. They were nearing the fire, and the smell of Sandy’s stew was enough to make her stomach give an audible gurgle.

“I didn’t.” Wukong corrected, helping her over a bit of prickly thorn bushes without being promoted. Maybe he did feel a smidge guilty then. He usually had to be begged to assist - or ordered by Trip. “ You slipped. It’s not my fault you can’t hear or see, stupid women.”

“Keep telling yourself that Wukong. Maybe you’ll make it true.”

As Sophie entered the camp she was bombarded from all sides by the concern of her fellow pilgrims. Sandy rose from the fire- a bowl of stew already being shoved in her hands. Pigsy threatened and yelled at Wukong enough that both of them started to get into a spat. Tripitaka had to stand, to command them to stop before it escalated from mere name calling to physical fighting. Trip then held out Sophie’s bag and she gratefully took it and dipped behind a bit of greenery several paces beyond to change out of her drenched pants and into the comfy pajama shorts and a comfy hoodie. When she came back Pigsy was still growling out threats while a disinterested Wukong cleaned his nails. He looked up briefly at her then away.

“When we reach the next village we will grab you a spare.” Tripitaka spoke around a bowl of noodles. He had opted just for noodles tonight, leaving the meat to the rest of the group. His smile was kind and apologetic. “Sophie you will probably have to wait outside the village till we can get you a replacement.”

She nodded. She could risk going into the village with her regular attire on but … being chastised and poked at by the villagers was not a pleasant experience. Once was enough for her.

“When you guys go into the village could you ask for some healing balm- or maybe a big hat?” Sophie looked to Sandy. “The sun is really starting to burn my skin and I only have so much left of my other world stuff.” Trying to describe the items in her bag at times left different reactions from the group- or more questions. Sophie didn’t want to answer those questions at the moment, hungry and cold.

Sandy nodded, passing a bowl to Wukong on her right. “I will ask for you, Sophie.”

As the group dug into their suppers and then settled for the night, Sophie was glad the fire was banked high. The chill was being chased from her bones and, even if the ground wasn’t comfortable, she looked on the bright side. She hadn’t been eaten. As Wukong took the first watch and Pigsy already was snoring, Sophie closed her eyes—

And woke to the stars still shining in her face as something bumped beside her head. She startled up, blinking out the sleep that clung.

“Hello-?”

“Shhh.” Wukong was crouched beside her, his tail being the culprit of what woke her up. His face looked tired with sleep, the scowl deeper and more furious. He shoved something into Sophie’s lap. She looked down. They were new clothes- a robbed top and pants.

“If you tell the Monk I stole it, I will give you a thorough washing in the river.” Wukong hissed, pulling at Sophie’s bag and rummaging through the contents. Well there he goes again, just digging through my stuff. It didn’t bother her anymore since Wukong rarely kept any of the items of hers he pocketed. He pulled out the coin string, taking some of the bronze rings. “I’m taking some of these so it looks like I bought them. Got it ?”

“So you are feeling guilty for startling me into the water.” Wukong opened his mouth, to argue, to plead his case that no he was not feeling guilty he was Sun Wukong and he did not feel guilt, when Sophie smiled up at him and laid back down.

“It’s ok. Your secret is safe with me-“ she grogely replied, laying back down and curling over the clothes. Sophie patted the ground beside her. “Your watch is over right?”

“Yes.” His head was cocked to the side, like a dog confused.

“Good. Get some sleep.” Sophie closed her eyes. She didn’t hear him move off but she knew he had settled just a bit away from her.

“And Wukong?”

A grunt from behind her- already settling into his spot, back to her.

“Thanks. I forgive you for almost drowning me.”

“I didn’t drown you.”

“I’ll take that as ‘your welcome’.”

[hyenasatanist]

Drew another little something for @anonymoussong 's fic The Sharp Static of a Restless Mind .

I's so invested in these human!john fics I'm losing my mind!!!!

[cerealboxlore]

hey so to add on to deaged billy, what if he as captain marvel often says “do good and good will follow” to the league, but as billy he ends up saying “no good deed goes unpunished”

i wanna see the league’s reaction to that

i also want him to have a super emotional scene where he saves someone despite the danger it puts him in and says with a breaking voice “sure no good deed goes unpunished, but it makes a difference. a small difference but a difference”

another thing i want is for when he turns back into marvel (assuming his identity isn’t discovered) that one of the leaguers (i’m imagining hal? idk tho) remarking on how feral he was as a child and marvel responding with the most feral grin to ever grin “who says i ever stopped?” and then switching back immediately to his normal marvellous self

I apologize for not getting to this ask soon enough, but wowie it has been dancing a real show stopping number in my brain cells for some time now.

First of all, I absolutely adore the "no good deed goes unpunished" motto for Billy as himself, seeing as when he is not Captain Marvel, he is more vulnerable to the truths and dangers of the world, and his experience in it has molded him into the pure of heart, yet bitter, child, he is today. Billy believes in the best in people and believes in doing good for others, but he doesn't believe in himself (to be worthy or deserving of anything good in return).

And I can totally see a scene happening where Billy continues to stand up against major threats and villains, despite only being in his mortal form with no magic or strength to him.

Maybe he's in Metropolis when a magical disturbance problem happens, and knowing Lex Luthor, he'd take advantage of a situation to take down superman with something he isn't good against. Lois Lane could be in danger while Superman is busy fighting a magical foe that Billy can't fight for once due to his inability to transform back into Captain Marvel, and seeing her about to get hurt pushes Billy to help her. He pushes her out of harms way but in doing so, leaves himself vulnerable to an attack and gets himself blasted across the room, injuring his tiny mortal self.

The pain is immense. It's worst than anything uncle Ebeneezer or muggers would make him feel. He knows that he's bleeding, he knows that his ribs cracked and heard his bones snap, but he refuses to lay down. Billy Batson may not have the powers of Captain Marvel at the moment, but Billy Batson, has the courage of Billy Batson.

He willingly stands up for what he believes in and is willing to fall for it, too. He doesn't care what others think, he just cares if they are safe.

Gosh, Imagine Billy Batson standing up to fist fight Lex Luthor. Small child gonna be roasting him for being bald and having an inferiority complex, haha. Or just kick him in the groin and run away 🏃‍♂️

As for the last thing you mentioned with Billy being a feral child, both in his mortal form and champion form, I love it. I am here for Billy being feral 24/7.

Superman: It's good to have you back as yourself, Captain. I have to say though, it was strange seeing you as the child you were. You were...how do I say this...

Hal: Feral. Rabid. An ungodly child who bit plastic man for stealing his doughnut.

Superman: Yes. What he said. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you as a child that encouraged such good behavior and manners that we see in you in the present??

Hal: Pft, yeah, I think spooky wouldn't mind some advice on how to become a tame boy scout for his own herd of feral kids.

Captain Marvel, smirking: Well, hold on. You're assuming I stopped. I never said I did.

With the spirit of Billy in him, he gives them a wink with a cheeky smile, warning them of what was to come if he ever felt like it.

Feral Billy showing up in his Captain Marvel form reminded me of this fic on AO3, where Captain Marvel plays a prank on his coworkers about telling them his real age, then when they freaked out, said it was April Fool's. Cyborg knew though. Cyborg suffered in knowing the truth.

I'll reblog this with the link to the fic when I find it! I think you'd like it (if you haven't already read it).

[pettyprocrastination]

Mutt

Summary: After an ambush, Soap learns to trust the newest member of the 141

Pairing: Johnny Soap Mactavish x Fem!Werewolf!MC (call sign is Mutt)

warnings: vague description of violence and injuries. 

word count: 800

thank you to: @captainsamwlsn @thesadvampire @humanransome-note @joel-mlller and @luxuryberzatto @madhyanas @littleferal and @djarin-junk for helping me with this story and rattle off in your ears about Mutt! I love you all so very very much <3

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     “What are you?” 

     It was a valid question given the circumstances. 

     Soap could hardly count himself as conscious at that moment. It was a wave, pulling him back and forth until he was able to force his head to the surface, gasping for air and able to just barely look at his surroundings before he was pulled under again. 

     “Does it matter?” 

     It was dark out. He remembered it being dusk when they set out on their mission, the sun slowly setting in the horizon as Price told them to radio in at any issue and meet at their rendezvous point as soon at possible. 

     Fuck. 

     He broke the surface once more to notice that he wasn’t moving, but swaying side to side. Each step that crunches the ground is not his, but the blood drip, drip, dripping down, leaving a foreboding trail of their journey, is.

     Your shoulder digs into the crevice of his chest with each movement. 

     “Yer carryin’ me, Mutt.” 

     “I am.” 

     You never spoke much. Johnny had equated you to Simon in that way, quiet and foreboding. Your actions spoke where your voice rasped in the shadows. Tucked in the corner booth of a pub when the others went to celebrate a job well done. The loyal guard dog, waiting on its haunches for an order. 

     He was the one who would move to you first. Setting a beer in front of you before sliding into the seat across from you with a tap of his knuckles on the polished table. His knee would bump yours every time. You’d never complain. 

     “Big scary bastards, the both of you.” 

     But then you’d give him a grin, a flash of your crooked canines so fast it was gone when he blinked. 

     “Well it’s a damn good thing you talk enough for all of us then.” 

     Jonathan Mactavish was only a stone’s throw from 215 pounds but you carried him without complaint. The swaying with each step made his head spin and looking up was too much work for him to trust himself not to vomit. He let his eyes drop and stare at the ground, watching you take one step after another in a steady rhythm like an infant listening to their mother’s heartbeat. Through the darkness, he’s able to make out the shadowed shape of your feet in the night.

     “You’ve got no shoes on, Mutt.” 

     “Feels better this way.” 

     He can’t see much. Even if it weren’t for the blood loss and what he’s going to safely assume is a grade two concussion, it’s far too dark out for his surroundings to be seen as anything more than vague shapes and textures he can almost make heads or tails of.

     Your eyes are focused on the trail ahead, already accustomed to the darkness in a way he’d never seen anybody else without night vision goggles or a Mag-light. 

     “Tried to reach Price but the comms are busted. You got your bell rung pretty bad back there but-” You shifted your grip on his body and he felt something sharp press against his ankle, a gentle warning that mouthed at the skin of his Achilles's tendon. “We're only a few miles away from the rendezvous point. Think you can keep it together until we get there?”

     Claws. You had claws. 

     Through the nausea rolling through his body and the lights dancing behind his eyes, Soap could feel the fog begin to clear from his head. A flash of orders rising from his memory like the vision returning after a flash grenade. 

     He remembered seeing you charge through the muzzle flash and smoke like a vision. Uniform stained with the viscera of your enemies so dark he didn’t recognize you at first. The moment you came toward him he was raising his gun until he heard you speak.

     “You know me, Johnny.” 

     But he didn’t. Not really. 

     When he looked at you there was no familiarity or trust. He knew the color of your eyes and the curl of your lips in a snarl but nothing else. Not your name or family nor the reason you joined. 

     In the darkness, moonlight glinted against your eyes and he found himself thinking of the coyotes in Las Almas that watched him and his team from the shadows, pacing with a choir of chattering yips and howls in the darkness, waiting for the proper time to pounce.  

     He’d never admit it but there was a pause, when his hand held the barrel of his gun steady at your head.  Just as long as the width of the shallow breath trapped in his lungs, a split second where his pointer finger twitches, where the voice in his head urges him on. 

     “You never answered my question.”

     He knows nothing of you except that the blood in your mouth was spilled for him. 

     “I’m your teammate. That ought to be enough for you.” 

     It would have to be. 

[maydayissleepy]

If you don’t mind my asking, how draw time twins hair? Krux looks to much like a Hershey’s kiss and I dunno how to draw long hair that ain’t wavy without it looking like a plank😭

I hope these lil process things I've drawn up help! Their hair is seriously my favorite things about them to draw

As I've shown in these it's mostly thinking about the direction the hair is moving in and what it may be interacting with / laying on top of!

And honestly?? Doing this has made me realize that Acronix's hair being in a ponytail is one of the reasons that I DON'T have alot of trouble drawing it,, why is trying to get the hair part and head shape right on long straight hair so HARD

[delusional-mishaps]

How would error and nightmare react to their S/O who doesn’t celebrate their birthday?

error:

well... they don't get the whole birthday thing ANYWAY so it's... not really a big deal?

they also don't celebrate their birthday. i mean, they don't exactly remember when they were born... so they just. don't celebrate?

maybe a little confused. they thought birthdays were... important to humans? are they not?

their telenovelas make birthdays out to be better than they are 9 times out of 10

overall, doesn't really matter all that much to them. they may get/make you something small if they know what day your birthday is on, but otherwise they don't do much about it

nightmare:

nightmare also doesn't celebrate his own birthday.

he sees no point in doing so. it only brings up bad memories from when he was young and naïve and weak. brings up bad memories of his brother.

so, he doesn't pry why you don't.

you are the partner of a king. a very powerful king. he likes to spoil you in luxuries and gifts.

of course, if you dont want that, he won't push. he'll make you two a nice dinner, as he often does, and may treat you to one or two of your favourite indulgences, but that's it.

however, if you would let him...

man, you'd be rolling in expensive gifts.

he already gives you nice things on a regular basis, he'd jump at the chance to shower you with things.

giftmas always leaves your house cluttered until you figure out what to do with everything he gives you

however, if you strictly tell him to not give you anything, he wouldn't. he may be a little sulky about it, because he loves to spoil you, but he won't go against your wishes </3

he does still make a point to make himself free for the day. you know, in case you want to do something.

he knows you treat it as just another day, but he sees it as a reminder that you'll age out of existence some day. it's a reminder that he's fallen in love with a mortal, and he doesn't have eternity with you.

[ggomos-maribat]

Sketching Strangers

Damian glided his hand over his sketchbook, listening to the quiet hum of the train as it pulled up to the next stop. The pencil carefully traced the curve of her nose, and then the angles of her fingers poised over her tablet with a stylus. 

He paused for a moment, examining the drawing for disproportions and misalignments. His thoughts drifted to a silent wish that she won't get off the train just yet since he wasn't finished putting her image into paper. Other musings in his head spoke of doubts: Was it too intrusive? Creepy? 

He looked up at his reference sitting across from him. His spur-of-the-moment model who was absolutely breathtaking. 

He made a quick work on the shading when the train began to move again. His head tilted. He only had one pencil—he could only do so much in making it as realistic as possible. But then again, it was an impossible feat to capture the entirety of her elegance in a single piece of paper. He darkened the outline of her lashes and then re-drew the gentle curve of her upper lip. Most of the graphite was offered to her midnight hair, which spilled past her red scarf, grazing the buttons of her coat. 

They were getting nearer to his stop. 

Damian hastily tore off the page of his sketchbook, stood up and held it out to the stranger. She made a surprised sound as she looked up at him with pinkish cheeks and parted lips. 

"I . . . drew you," he mumbled. "You—you can have this." 

He bit his tongue. Damian Wayne did not stutter. 

The girl smiled, her blush deepening into crimson. She flipped her tablet around to show a full-body sketch of him, portraying his concentration in drawing her. 

Damian's breath was caught in his throat. Her talent was beautiful. She was beautiful. 

"I'll be getting off soon," he told her. "Do you want to . . . meet up sometime?"

"Sure," her sweet voice answered. 

Damian quickly scribbled his number on the page before handing it to her. Her eyes sparkled with wonder as her gaze raked over the drawing. 

And when Damian couldn't fight back his smile when he got off the station, he knew he'd be looking forward to getting to know her.