#Pffft but don't worry about it

[katherinehoughtoncastle47]

[soysaucevictim]

Gonna be carried off for family get together around noon... pondering a little bit about how much i want to take with me over there.

Maybe my headphones and old computer... if i have any downtime to write while over there.

[never-took-a-lesson]

So umm..

I got a canon multi that I barely use but like

What if I started playing Sans over there?  Ironically and unironically at the same time.  Yes.  Really.

[wolfiesmoon]

Chocolate-covered strawberries

riddle x gn!reader

have u ever wanted to have a (totally definitely platonic with no romantic feelings involved, wdym? *wink wink*) sleepover w riddle? bcs if so, you might wanna read this

thanks to @chillpanda36 's plant related encouragement i am once again riddleposting (hope u dont mind being tagged ＞︿＜)

I kinda got carried away and wrote waaaaay more than I thought i would

"Wow, your room is so... swanky." you commented upon entering his room for the first time. It was decorated in checkerboard patterns and heart motifs, which was very fitting for the dorm of Heartslabyul.

You never expected him to actually agree when you jokingly suggested a sleepover, but you're definitely not complaining.

"Thank you. It was modeled after the Queen of Hearts' castle and has mostly stayed the same throughout the dorm's history. I only made a few adjustments to have it be better suited to me." he explained. Clearly, he took good care of the place since it looked very clean and organised.

"By the way, you won't collar me if I happen to break any of your weird rules by accident, will you?" you were still somewhat worried you'd have to sleep with that uncomfy collar around your neck.

"I will excuse you from the rules, just this once. But do not call the rules 'weird', as it is quite disrespectful to do so." he crossed his arms.

Well, atleast you're glad about that.

You placed down the little bag of stuff you brought with you just for this occasion. You got so excited you ended up planning out several activities for you and Riddle to do.

But first, you have pyjamas to change into! Riddle graciously offered to let you change in his bathroom. Even in there, everything is super clean and organised, almost to a scary degree. Somehow, you get the feeling that Riddle doesn't really know how to "have fun". In a 'casually messing around with firends' kinda way.

After changing into your pyjamas, you call out to Riddle to make sure he's done changing as well. Once he confirms he has, you exit his bathroom to find Riddle in an oversized, frilly pair of white pjyamas, the kind you'd find people wearing in the medieval times. Oh. My. God.

"Pffft.... You-" you had to pause to hold back from laughing. "You look like a starving victorian child." you couldn't help but point out the silly resemblance. The pjyamas brought the whole look together.

"I haven't the slightest clue what a victorian child is, but I am certainly not starving. Why must you constantly insult me with such strange phrases?" Oh, it makes sense he wouldn't get the comparison. And even if he did, you feel like he wouldn't be very amused.

"They aren't insults. Just little comparisons." You smiled innocently at him. While they are just comparisons in a sense, they are usually meant to rile him up a little bit. You just can't help but banter with anyone and everyone sometimes.

Riddle felt a slight shiver run down his spine since you reminded him of a certain someone who likes comparing people to sea creatures at that moment. Though your lovely smile didn't resemble his creepy grin at all.

Lovely... smile? What is he even thinking about right now?

"Are you... good? You're making a weird face." your voice snapped him out of it and he assured you he was perfectly fine. No cause for concern.

"You might not be starving, but are you in the mood for a little snack?" you tried your best to sound enticing, like you're mass advertising the little surprise you brought along with you.

"The rules state that-"

"I double-checked the dorm rules, don't worry. And I also know you don't like junk food, so I made sure my snack is on the healthier side. Sorry for interrupting you, by the way." you laughed awkwardly at his offended pout. But you weren't going to lie, his angry face wasn't intimidating or scary at all (atleast not right now). It gives off more of an 'angry little kitten' vibe to you. But you already made one silly comparison tonight so you feel like Riddle might appreciate this one even less.

"Well then. I'd like to know what it is." he actually seemed pretty interested in what you came up with. You dug around your bag, pulling out a packet of chocolate-covered strawberries.

"Feast your eyes on these bad boys!" the specific choice of chocolate-covered strawberries was a calculated one on your end. You had asked Trey about Riddle's food preferences before, but it was unrelated to this sleepover. You can only thank your past self (and Trey) for arming you with the valuable knowledge that Riddle likes strawberry tarts (and consequently strawberries, you hope).

"Oh. I suppose these look quite tasty." he was actually really pleasantly surprised about your choice of snack. It's surprisingly fit to his tastes.

How thoughtful of you...

"Here, have one!" you actually made homemade chocolate just for these. Trey gave you a good baking lesson on how to do that. So of course, you want him to be the first one to try!

He hesitates for a moment. Although the food you're giving him doesn't break any of the Queen's rules, it still feels off to be eating so late at night. Scheduled meals are so ingrained into his mind that he feels the sudden urge to reject the offer and go brush his teeth immediately.

But something strange blooms in his heart when he sees the excitement in your gaze and he submits, telling himself he'll do it just this once. For you.

He grabs one of the strawberries from the packet, slowly and hesitantly raising it to his mouth as if it were forbidden to eat. It still felt forbidden, no matter how many times he told himself it was fine to let loose sometimes.

"It's... delicious." he comments upon eating the entire strawberry.

"Oh, goodie! I was worried I messed up the chocolate, somehow." his eyes went slightly wide upon hearing that you made part of them yourself. He felt his chest tighten up slighly. In a good way.

"In that case, I shall have some more. And you eat them too, since you prepared them for this occasion." the two of you sat down on the edge of his bed, placing the strawberries in between you so you could both easily reach for them while talking.

You still made sure you swallowed the food before you talked though. To avoid a scolding about proper manners from Riddle.

"So, for this sleepover I was thinking we could try summoning a demon, playing board games, doing karaoke, watching a movie, playing 'would you rather', making a pillow fort, and-"

"What was that first one?" Riddle had never experienced a sleepover before, so he had no clue what people actually did in them but he always just imagined sleepovers were purely sleeping at eachother's houses, not doing anything BUT that. He could barely keep up with all of the things you were listing off, but the first one ESPECIALLY stumped him.

"Summoning a demon? Everyone tries that in sleepovers. Usually doesn't work." you shrugged casually, reaching for another strawberry.

"How... horrific. And utterly nonsensical. What joy do you get from doing something so horrible? Especially if you know it won't work?" he seemed genuinely stumped by the concept, which made you want to laugh but you held back since you didn't want to choke on a chocolate-covered strawberry. It would certainly be a way to go.

"It's about the thrill, Riddle. What if it actually works this time? You never know...." you whisper teasingly, like a narrarator in a horror movie.

"In that case, we are absolutely not doing that." he hates to admit it, but he's actually kind of worried a silly ritual might workmand is taking precautions right now to not let it happen at all.

"Hahaha, that's fine! We can do all the other stuff, then." you decided to take mercy on him after seeing how hard he's trying not to let it show that he's scared of demon summoning games. He reminds you of your friends on your first sleepover when you tried summoning a demon. All of you were acting tough and unbothered back then, but were deathly afraid and unable to sleep after.

When you reached for another strawberry, you just happened to grab Riddle's hand instead. Seems you were both going for the same one. Actually, that one's the final one!

"Oops... you go ahead and take it. I feel like I've had enough." you smiled awkwardly at him. Gosh, is it suddenly slightly hotter in here or is it just you?

"Thank you." Riddle looked away, turning his head so you wouldn't see his reddening face as he ate the final strawberry. He's kinda mad at himself for getting so flustered over an accidental hand hold. Your hand felt so... nice to hold. It would be so nice if he could hold it more often. Gah, what on earth is he thinking?! None of this is rational...

An awkward silence fills the room.

And you get a cheeky little idea.

You picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it at the back of his head.

"Hey. What do you think you are doing-HHMMF!" you threw another pillow, this time directly at his face as he turned around to scold you.

"PILLOW FIGHT!" you yelled out excitedly, already grabbing another pillow to defend yourself with as you scurried on the other side of his bed. You giggled at the way his entire face flushed red with anger.

"That was no fair! I was not prepared at all!" you totally caught Riddle off guard, but now he was prepared to have his revenge. He never had a pillow fight before, but if little kids are capable of having one, so is he. And he is quite confident that his magical abilities will give him the upper hand against you.

"Even if you were, I'd still win! They called me the pillow fight champion back in my world!" you throw a pillow at him, which he stops with his magic.

"Oh, we'll see about that. You've had quite enough of landing hits on me, I believe." he smirked confidently at you, feeling a childlike excitement running through his veins.

Now that he thinks about it, it has been a long long time since he has felt this excited and relaxed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to do this over and over and over again.

In moderation.

[thepenguinwriter]

Hi, can I request Adam x female reader where they are in an established relationship and the reader says the first 'I love you' to him and he gets a bit emotional (I mean, as emotional as someone like Adam can get) because y'know, trust and abandonment issues?

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 '𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦, 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 - 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

You were sitting at the dinner table with your dearest boyfriend, Adam. He sloppily chomped down on some ribs while you stared on with lovestruck eyes.

Yes, let's be honest - he was an asshole. He was loud, obnoxious, disrespectful, egotistical.. but you were optimistic, and you saw the good in him.

"The fuck are you looking at, sweet tits?" Adam's voice shook you out from your thoughts, not even pausing his eating. You looked away with a slight blush, embarrased for getting caught staring.

"It's nothing-" you started hesitantly, pausing mid-sentence. The angel at the other side of the table raised an eyebrow at you, cocking his head to one side. "Sure looks like something, babe," he replied casually.

You sighed, defeated. But despite your own embarrasement, you couldn't help but glance at Adam. His beautiful, golden wings, his handsome face, his messy brown hair, his-

Damn it, you were getting lost in your own thoughts again.

Your lover clearly noticed your daydreaming, because a smirk spread across his face. "Got something you want to share, hmmm?" He leaned forward with his head, standing up from the table.

"Well, um-" your face was getting red from the teasing tone in his voice, but you couldn't let yourself get distracted again! "It's just.. I love you, Adam."

The smirk on his face immediately faded and you frowned, thinking you said something wrong. He sat back down, absolute surprise on his face, as if he wasn't expecting your words at all.

"Could you- repeat that?" He asked in an uncharacteristic moment of confusion. He always tried to act all tough and confident, but this... it genuinely struck him.

"I.. love you?" You repeated, now also confused. You hoped you didn't make him feel bad..

"Wait, like. For real?" He asked for confirmation, and you didn't miss his wings slightly fluttering as he spoke. His eyes shone with hope, even if he tried not to show it.

You shook your head in frustration. "Of course!" You exclaimed, your own angelic wings raising up as you did so.

Then, your eyes widened in realization and you smiled reassuringly at the angel. "Oh, Adam.. don't worry, I won't leave you like-"

"Pffft, of course not! Who would ever leave me? I'm fucking Adam!" He interrupted you quickly, waving a hand dismissively. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but his pride would not let him admit it at all.

You just shook your head, a loving smile on your face. "Mhm.." was all you could mutter to him back. His cocky smile returned and he continued eating his ribs as if nothing even happened.

You sighed at your love. He'd never change.. but that was just the way you loved him, wasn't it?

A/N: THANK YOU ANON!! 💞 This was supposed to be headcanons but I just couldn't resist the urge to write a full oneshot. Also was supposed to be short but I got a teeeeeny bit carried away.... anyway, hope you enjoy!!

Dividers by @/rookthornesartistry!

[tlkfaerie]

Impossible

Pairing: Sihtric x reader x Finan ✩࿐

⋆｡˚☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ wc: 5.9k

note: I'm sensing a pattern arising where the reader is related to Uhtred in my writing pffft I just love it lol. this fic is a bit shameless of me tbh, consider Sihtric and Finan to be your mindless Kens in this.

summary: Sihtric and Finan do not take kindly to your attitude after they catch you with another warrior, leading to a night filled with confession and obsession. ✧˖°

MDNI! 18+ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･TW!: mentions of potential assault, period-typical misogyny, mentions of blood, pining, F/M/M, oral (male receiving), p in v, slight domination etc

You had been resting all day, abandoning any duties that had been bestowed on you by Beocca or the others. Osferth had been with you for a while, but had run as soon as he saw some of your lady friends approaching, fearing that they would hassle him. Though he was sweet, he was incredibly oblivious, a trait that had gotten him into serious trouble - and by default, you too.

It was always you that seemed to be involved in some kind of dilemma, Uhtred's sister, clumsy and short-tempered. You always likened yourself more to Brida, wanting to follow in her wild, mildly assaulting ways with people. Ragnar cherished you, but always decided that Uhtred would be able to keep you safer, as he had a mixed band of trustworthy individuals.

You wandered in the nearby woods, collecting random flowers that interested you and occasionally stuffing them in-between the threading of your dress, which by now was soaked with a layer of mud from the terrain beneath your feet. Thyra had warned you not to arrive back too late. You knew that you shouldn't be too long, not on your own like this, but for now, everything in Uhtred's world seemed remarkably peaceful. For someone who liked to play with Alfred's commands, this was a miracle.

You revelled in your own company for a little longer, feeling your heart stop when your peace was finally disturbed by hooves. Before you turned around, you feared the worst, that it was some enemy of Uhtred's come to claim you and sell you for ransom. Fingertips going cold, you rested your thumb on the hiding place that you usually kept a small blade in, feeling its absence and cursing wildly.

Shit.

"And why do I find you out here all alone, lady?" you vaguely recognised the voice to be Gudrun, one of your brother's warriors and somewhat of a childhood acquaintance. You turned swiftly, to find the man looking down at you from his horse. He was handsome in his own right - but you had often seen him night after night sitting with a cup of ale, and whatever company he could find for the night. You did not blame him, finding yourself at the mercy of ale from time to time, but wondered why he squandered his talents on such wasteful hobbies so often.

"Please don't let me stop you on your journey Gudrun, I wouldn't want to slow you down," you began to dismiss him somewhat, feeling a fool for straying so far from the village with so little to protect you. You knew he was one of Uhtred's men, but the company of men was a tumultuous one.

"Not at all, Y/N. In fact, I can think of no better way for my journey to be disturbed," he smiled rather darkly, a tone of strange flirtation in his voice. You assumed he was harmless, relaxing a little as you accepted his compliment. You wanted Uhtred to come behind him at any moment to protect you, but he had his own children and wife to worry about now, so you were forced to remain.

"That's too kind, Gudrun, where are you headed?"

"To Lunden, just on some small duty. It's nothing serious. You should accompany me, lady."

You grimaced at that, knowing what had occurred at Lunden not too long ago. Gudrun seemed pleased at your discomfort. You felt bad for characterising him as a brute, wanting to remain pleasant to him, but you had observed how he was with his women before, often leaving them bruised and in need of comfort.

You politely refuse, wanting to be done with the situation, but then he dismounts from his horse, the poor thing jolting slightly. You watched the animal relax, returning your gaze to the much taller man who now hovered above you, blonde hair cascading in layered pieces around his face.

You stood your ground when he spoke. "Are you sure, pretty? I would not want to leave you out here alone, where any man could claim you for his own," he whispered, forehead practically touching yours as he took a few steps closer. You didn't like what he was saying, cheeks burning with his words, feeling your own brows furrowing. You were perfectly capable of defending yourself, or at least you thought you were.

Uhtred's best men and your closest friends, Sihtric and Finan, spent hours with you teaching you basic movements of defence, and when you were in the company of Brida and Ragnar, which wasn't often, you often challenged them to silly fights that you had occasionally won.

You didn't think before you shouted at him, "have the weight of your disgusting balls dragged your brain down with them? Or did you not hear what I said?"

You realised all too late that you had escalated the situation, watching the surprise on his face grow into anger, stalking backwards as you realised Gudrun's intentions may not have been as pure as you once thought. You didn't want to cause Uhtred any more unnecessary problems or create new tensions, but the way Gudrun was now staring at you reminded you that you were truly at his mercy.

"Those are such vulgar words for a lady like you, Y/N. I could have your tongue for that, but I can think of a better use for it first," he grinned, closing in on you. Your back quickly hit a tree, and you felt an immediate flush of nervousness. Nevertheless, it quickly subsided, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe, readying your next words carefully.

"What would your mother think of the way you speak?" you were quick to spit in his face, acutely aware of the danger you were putting yourself in, but strangely loving it, "have the women around you not civilised you? Not taught you manners? Or were you raised by wretched wolves?"

Slipping away from under him and past the tree, you had expected to make somewhat of a swift escape, but Gudrun grabbed you before you could even think, his entire hand encircling your arm, squeezing until you felt yourself going cold, a tear making its way down your cheek.

"So stubborn for such a pestilent whore," he returned the favour, spitting onto your cheek as he bared his teeth at you, almost growling, "so stupid. I was taught how to treat a woman, and I will show you-"

Before he could continue, the scene was disturbed by more galloping, and the unsheathing of a sword. You recognised the voice that you heard next to be Finan's, and you resented it.

"Gudrun, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this what you call being a warrior?" He shouted, immediately dismounting from his horse, sword in hand. He looked at you, eyes swimming in concern for you, which you returned with a scowl. You hated that he had come to your aid, and what was worse, you could see Sihtric coming towards the three of you as well.

Normally, you would be happy to see the two of them, but not on this occasion. The three of you had become incredibly close as things had settled down. Before, they had always seemed too busy, but over the year they had sought your company more and more. But their attention meant a watchful eye was always on you. As Uhtred built his family, you thought you had escaped your scoldings, but to no avail, the two of them always had something to say.

And now they were saving you. As they always seemed to do when you were in trouble. It infuriated you; feeling so inferior to the both of them, hating the way they coddled you as though you were some sort of child. You wanted them to see you as a woman. The whole situation made you act in a way you weren't entirely proud of.

"Finan just leave this, I can handle myself," you yelled, feeling shame run through you as Gudrun still gripped you tightly, not allowing you to go anywhere as you pulled and thrashed, practically kicking him. You wanted to literally sink into the ground when you felt Finan's eyes on you. He stood in all his seriousness, but knowing that he would win this altercation with Gudrun, there was also a hint of amusement.

"I'd listen to the lady, Finan, just leave me with her tits and I'll be finished."

Sihtric, who until now had been quiet, looked at you disapprovingly, which only spurred you on further. You loved him at the best of times, but the feeling of inferiority was eating you alive. You kicked and scratched, watching as Gudrun's sword went from pointing to Finan to pointing at you, its sharp end slightly piercing your arm.

"You bastard!" you practically screamed, but it fell on deaf ears. Sihtric, always careful, stepped slowly to your left, as Finan moved to your right, dominating Gudrun's line of sight.

"Go on, Gudrun, go to Lunden, spend all your money on women as you always do, forget this one," Sihtric taunted, rendering your own words invisible as you saw how Gudrun reacted. It seemed as though you had lost your voice. You huffed, wriggling further in his grip, which caused his sword to pierce you even more, drawing blood.

Finan tutted, looking over the both of you to Sihtric, as though they shared an invisible sort of signal that had you torn from Gudrun in seconds. Now you felt yourself in Sihtric's arms, binding you to him. Finan wasted no time, stabbing Gudrun's leg, leaving him there. He whispered something in Gudrun's ear, most likely a warning not to come back , which you thought was wise.

Just as quickly as he had finished with Gudrun, Finan stormed over to you and Sihtric. You hated to admit that Sihtric's grip was warm and welcome, and relief had you practically melting into him, but you knew what was to come.

"How I've missed your childish insolence," Finan remarked, smiling despite your very obvious scowl. Sihtric, however, was more serious, tending to your arm as blood seemed to pour from it endlessly. "You were naive to think you could take him, Y/N, you should not have further endangered yourself." He was quiet, raising a cloth to your wound, pursing his lips as the fabric quickly soaked into a dark mess.

"I had no choice, what would you have me do? Let him take me right then and there?" you knew you were digging yourself a deeper hole, ripping your arm from Sihtric's grasp, letting the cloth he had been holding fall to the floor.

"You know what Sihtric means. You shouldn't have to reason with him, I know, let's just be glad the prick is passed out." Finan kicked the unconscious body of Gudrun, which rocked, but did not muster. Finan looked at you, sensing frustration. He understood you, that you had been placed in an impossible situation, but they had truly only wanted to help you.

The three of you had briefly explained to Uhtred why he would be missing a man from now on, and with that you avoided Sihtric and Finan like the plague for over a week, much to their mutual dismay.

Both Sihtric and Finan sat on a table outside of the ale house, Osferth off somewhere training whilst Uhtred had gone to help Gisela with the children. Left to their own conversation, which was usually a blessing to the both of them, they began to talk about you.

You who hadn't been seen leaving your own home in days other than to bathe or eat. You who used to wander so recklessly, spending days in fields and forests with whoever you could get to join you.

They missed you pestering them with silly questions of battle and fighting, how you observed them with awe when they told stories of their lives before they had met you. Your innocent eyes no longer lit up in front of them, bringing them a pure sense of life after days of death and destruction.

"I must have left my mind on the battlefield," Finan muttered, Sihtric responding with a quiet grin as he sipped on ale. He knew what Finan was saying; the two of them had gained somewhat of an understanding over the past few days, realising that they both had feelings for you.

"Just what the world needs," Sihtric responded, looking at Finan, "two men in love with the same woman who speaks to neither of them." They both chuckled, refusing to let such a thing come between them.

"Something needs to be done, we can't just sit here like miserable bastards." Finan spoke, giving Sihtric a knowing glance. Sihtric scowled as he usually did, wanting to act entirely irrationally but holding himself back for the sake of everyone in the village.

As if their prayers had been answered, you came stumbling out of your home not even seconds later, in full view of the ale house and the two men you sought. Sihtric and Finan, you mentally scoffed.

Your frustration had been brewing for an entire week now. How embarrassed you had been at your outburst, and at your rejection of Finan's help and Sihtric's aid. You were equally as furious at the constant prominence of men in your life. They were everywhere all at once, consuming you, believing they could take whatever they wanted from you.

But what was even more sickly was that you missed your two friends dearly. Playing stupid games of stones with Finan who laughed at the most utterly unfunny things, and Sihtric, ever the affectionate friend, always one step ahead to ensure your safety. You felt like a fool for not realising that you liked them. You really liked them.

You set your sights on the hall and the ale house, where you knew they would surely be, stomping over as if it were your birthright. Once you saw the two of them sitting outside, you recognised their smiles. Wanting to make that short lived, you struck the back of their heads at the same time, plonking down onto the bench nearest to them.

"Y/N-" Sihtric began, but you held up a finger in his face, wagging it infuriatingly.

"No. You must listen to me. I am thankful for what you did to help me with Gudrun, and I'm sorry I haven't reacted as though I were. I was merely upset that a man felt he could do such a thing to me, and that I couldn't do anything about it without help," you didn't even manage a breath as you continued, "I just don't want to be seen as some kind of incompetent fool that needs to be saved. And what makes it worse is that I wanted to teach you both a lesson by being independent, you slugs!'

"Y/N, breathe." Finan chastised, causing your eyes to widen.

"Shut up and let me finish!" you stomped your foot, aggravated by his pretty smile and the way he seemed to unconsciously reach for the hem of your dress to play with. Sihtric also amused you for a second, his expression one of deadly seriousness as he listened to you intently.

"There's more I could say, but I just think I'd rather we go back to normal," you huffed, slightly annoyed at their downcast expressions, "and against all of my judgements about men, I've found myself pining pathetically for the both of you."

"Well, sorry for inconveniencing you so much, lady." Finan smiled, simply thankful that you were back on speaking terms with them. Your anger sat well within him though, and they didn't want to take advantage of the moment, not when your point was very much valid.

"We will teach you to be a great warrior, Y/N," Sihtric smirked rather proudly, punching your arm, to which you responded with a slap and a request for ale. Looking down at your hands, you briefly missed the longing look that the two men gave you.

Another week had passed, and the two men still hadn't confessed to you of their true affections, but the three of you understood that there had been some sort of shift in your relationship. Uhtred had been called to and from King Alfred's company once or twice, leaving you absent of your friends for a few days.

This didn't bother you at all, in fact, you were somewhat relieved from the break. Gisela kept you busy, with walking and games that Beocca had gifted her, you had even swum once or twice with her, entirely free and content. But when she took up her motherly duties, you were free to roam as you pleased, ignoring all civilisation as you wandered further and further from the village.

It was hours later that you returned, feeling anything but fresh, with some cuts and bruises from when you had decided to climb up a tree to take an hour's rest. Much to your dismay, you were not very good at climbing trees.

You hadn't even been entirely sure where your brother and the others had been sent to, as they were constantly marching north and south for some reason, but you had not expected to see them all gathered in the centre of the village walls when you returned from your own rough excursion.

Uhtred ran to you, picking you up in a forceful hug, laughing at your state. "I see you do not know how to stay out of trouble, Y/N. You limp like a fat man!" His shining eyes were somehow swimming with both excitement and exhaustion, and you returned his affections, realising he most likely needed them.

"I see things went your way this time, Uhtred." you let him hug you for just a little longer, sensing he must have faced great struggle to be so affectionate towards you. "How was everything?"

"Fine, sister, fine. I faced nothing quite as fearsome as you." Uhtred allowed his fondness for you to take over him for a moment, glad to be reminded of home and family. You rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder and letting him return to his children.

The air caught in your throat when you finally saw both Sihtric and Finan, talking casually with a few other warriors in the corner. They were dirty, even bloody, furs and capes draped over their enormous frames, sharp faces laughing as they were finally free from duties for a little while longer.

Finan spotted you first, a smile growing on his face as his arms opened warmly to greet you. He had removed the straps clinging to him, so that his sword fell to the floor. You walked slowly towards them, head tilted to the side when you welcomed Finan's embrace, not wanting to say too much as you felt his grip tighten.

You opened your scrunched eyes briefly to see Sihtric next to the two of you, placing a gloved hand on your head, patting it slightly. You blushed at the way he looked at you, realising you had been staring slightly too long, and that Finan had been hugging you for a while now, chin resting on your head.

Finan took you in, your once clean dress swimming in mud and loose leaves. Your braids unravelling slowly, a tad of mud on your face. You looked like you had gone on the journey with them. But, as he stared into your wide eyes, he thought that you had never looked more beautiful.

"I missed the two of you," you finally spoke, words hanging in the air. Sihtric looked down, grabbing your hand and holding tightly. Finan busied himself by fiddling with your braid.

"We missed you. I swear I saw Sihtric cryin' at one point, poor rat was devastated to leave our weakness." Though he spoke in an amusing manner, his eyebrows remained firm, and his smile did not last. The tension was ripe.

"Hey, Finan was the one telling all the men about you. Uhtred nearly had to send him away," the Dane responded, lightening the tone, but confusing you even more. They had been talking about you as their weakness, missing you, and now they couldn't stop touching you in some small form. Why didn't they just do something?

You knew they were polite men in their own regard, and that it would be up to you to initiate something. But what you didn't know, is that once you did, there would never be any going back. The two men wanted you so desperately; they had been discussing logistically how two men could share one woman forever, and had come to the conclusion that they simply just would. Now they were bursting at the seams waiting for you to say you wanted it too. They needed your confirmation.

"You should both come to my home," you said to them, shuffling your feet in the direction of your house. Gisela had taught you a little something about seduction whilst the men had been away, and you wanted to be the one in control of the situation. For now, at least. "For food, I mean. And drink."

"I never knew you could be such a kind hostess, Y/N." Finan said, pulling Sihtric towards him. You scoffed, squinting your eyes at him which caused him to stick out his tongue, a slight chuckle from Sihtric.

They had been to your house plenty of times, even staying over sometimes with Osferth or even Uhtred when they wanted peace and quiet. But this time, something in the pit of your stomach told you it was going to be different. You trotted quickly as they prowled behind you, already knowing the way themselves.

You felt their eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you stood at your door, the two me hovering over you, heads above you. You fumbled a little with the door, sighing in frustration.

"Take your time." mumbled Sihtric, surprising you slightly. Your face burnt like molten lava, and you refused to look at them. The two men gave each other a knowing look, a sense of unfinished business hovering in the air.

Sihtric's words affected you more than you had realised, his soft, deep voice reverberating in your head. You felt a hand on your shoulder, unaware as to which of the men it belonged to, and before you could control your reaction, a minuscule whimper came shooting out of your mouth.

Thankfully, you managed to regain consciousness for the moment and opened the door, ignoring any consequences of the sickly noise you had just let out. Little did you know, the noise had stirred Finan's cock, and Sihtric had had to take a deep breath to control himself, nostrils flaring.

You were teasing them, and you had no idea. Soon realising you had actually promised them food, you decided to make good on that, telling them to sit down, where some meats and a little fruit and bread were waiting. You took a moment to breathe, unable to focus on anything but their figures as they passed you and made a point of touching you as they did.

After some normal chatter, you realised that they weren't eating. At first you thought the food you had brought to them was sour, but upon further inspection of them, you began to fidget in your seat. They were practically ogling you, Finan's eyes carrying a sort of apologetic lust, whilst Sihtric gazed at you as though he was drunk.

A shiver ran down your spine, which caused you to fidget even more, hands picking at your dress. This movement did not go unnoticed by Sihtric, who took this as the perfect opportunity to initiate what you were all clearly thinking,

"You are cold, Y/N, you should come closer," his lips parted, and he truly felt in this moment that the Gods had gifted him with some kind of angel, as you stared open-eyed at him. He felt himself getting impatient, reaching out to you with an open palm when you stood hesitantly, like some sort of animal trapped between wolves.

Finan seemed to enjoy this, stretching back into the chair as you made your way to Sihtric, accepting his hand, not entirely sure on what to do next. After a moment of lingering, Finan answered your prayers with a simple "Sit, Y/N."

Sihtric groaned when you finally placed yourself in his lap, staring into his dual-toned eyes, unable to keep his intimidating gaze for longer than a second. Though you knew in reality he was a sweetheart, in this moment, he seemed dangerous.

Before you could lower your chin, Sihtric gripped it with his rough fingers, forcing you back up to face him, his other hand sliding down to your backside. He did nothing for a moment, each movement incredibly slow.

Other than the crackling fire in the corner of the seating area, all was silent. You realised your braids had unravelled entirely now, wild hair hanging loosely around your face. You hadn't realised how close Finan was until you saw him behind you, standing above you and Sihtric, a tight grip on your loose hair forcing your face even higher. The way he looked down at you, eyebrows furrowing and seemingly glazed with lust, you almost couldn't take it.

"She likes this," Finan muttered, Sihtric humming in agreement. You gasped when the iron grip tightened, forgetting that you were in the presence of two of the greatest warriors in the realm. It turned you on to no end.

Sihtric took advantage of your open mouth, sliding a finger inside, the others holding your chin still. You sucked on the digit rather insatiably, to your own embarrassment, unable to be satisfied until it was soaked and you yourself were drooling onto his trousers. But just as the moment was getting good, as they always did, they found a way to chastise you.

This had been a long, long time coming.

"You must never ignore us like that again, lady," Finan said, "I mean, could you not have just spoken to us? I imagine that would have been a whole lot easier."

The patronising tone had you feeling mildly embarrassed, but the sickly sort of degradation came with sweet caresses, so you managed to forget your pride for a moment.

Instead, despite the grip in your hair and the fingers in your mouth, you nodded, moaning profusely as your eyes rolled back when Sihtric forced another finger in.

"I'd ask for a verbal answer, angel, but I see that probably won't happen." he observed sarcastically, finally loosening his hold for just a moment, your head lolling to the side, wanting to be closer to the both of them. You were rather ashamed of the mess they had turned you into in a matter of minutes.

The feigned sympathy on Sihtric's face was infuriatingly attractive, so much so that you found it within yourself to quickly nip his fingers as he was removing them from your mouth, earning a genuine smile and a strike to the thigh, which was now exposed as your dress had bunched up.

"We own you now, Y/N," Sihtric finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper, "We both own you. You are our woman to love." That was all the confirmation you needed.

As quickly as you could possibly manage, you were kissing Sihtric, barely remembering to breather as you moved rhythmically on his lap, lips disconnecting and soon returning to a forceful kiss with Finan. You were beside yourself, wild like some kind of animal as you felt Sihtric on your neck and Finan on your lips.

It was all too much, and the feeling in your arms seemed to give way, not helping your case as you began to push the both of them.

"What do you need, love?" Sihtric asked, entirely ready to give you everything you needed. If only you could find the words. You didn't answer as Finan worked some sort of sorcery on your neck, sucking and biting just where you felt the most sensitive. "I should not have to ask again."

Sihtric's eye contact became so strong that you immediately cowered, any snide comments you had exiting your brain for the moment.

"Please, please just do something, take me," you panted, Finan's subtle laughter doing nothing to stop your whining. With that, you were transferred into Finan's arms as Sihtric rose, removing unnecessary leathers and protection, leaving himself only in his tunic. Meanwhile, Finan so gracefully laid you down on the bed of furs, your head leaning against the headboard.

"My lady," he half joked, quick to join Sihtric in the removal of his clothing. You followed their lead, untying the laces at the back of your dress with great effort before letting it slide off, kicking it to the ground.

"God," Finan stood staring at you, at your breasts, watching as your skin reacted harshly to the cold. You were drowning in the furs around you, your naked body like some sort of holy piece that priests would surely covet. Sihtric was by your side in seconds, bare chest colliding with your own skin, ecstasy rushing through you.

"we shall have to keep you like this forever, lady." Sihtric wasted no time in fulfilling your pleas, fingers inside of you before you could react, so filling and long, reaching every crevice inside of you. The welcome intrusion was heightened by Finan's body on your other side, playing with your clit, rubbing over and over until the stimulation became unbearable.

A void inside of you had been entirely filled, and your two friends were now wrapping you slowly around their fingers. A part of you wondered what Uhtred would think, whether he would welcome the strange union or dismiss it altogether, but there was no time for that, not when Sihtric was pumping into you, whilst Finan methodically worked his fingers, making you scream.

"Poor thing," Finan drawled out, watching your trembling frame as if it was pure entertainment. "Should we give you what you want? I think we should." Without consulting you, he simply looked at Sihtric, who seemed to have different ideas.

"I don't think she deserves it, I think that temper needs to be controlled a little more." You flinched as his fingers curled inside of you. Finan gave you an apologetic glance, and you couldn't believe he was listening to Sihtric in this moment . . .

"But!-"

"No," Sihtric mumbled, and Finan saved himself from your glare by hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his finger's methodical patterns becoming slower and slower, delaying your release. You were becoming numb at this point.

"Perhaps things could change if you told us who you belonged to?"

You grunted as you were kept on the edge, feeling constant resistance, and unable to admit your feelings. That was until Finan pinched your clit, and Sihtric slapped your inner thigh, rubbing the red skin as he worked himself in and out of you slowly.

"mmfph"

"Who?"

"Sihtric," you breathed, "And Finan."

"Good," Finan moved now, quickening his pace on the outside whilst Sihtric also followed through on his promise, "good girl".

That was all you needed, the praise making your chest blister and ache. It was intoxicating, being able to come entirely undone beneath the two men, feeling them observe you, kiss you, worship you.

"Our turn now."

One of them mumbled. You weren't entirely sure, blinded by your orgasm, feeling muscles in your thighs twitch as your back arched off of the bed. Before you could even come down, You were flipped onto your stomach. The action was nothing to the two men, so strong they could barely feel the effect they had on you. They made you feel weightless.

Finan couldn't help himself, gripping your ass so tightly you felt like it would bruise. The skin ached when he gave it a small pinch, enjoying your jolt into Sihtric as he kneeled close to your face, petting your hair as he often did, except never in this context.

A kiss to your forehead drew you back into consciousness for the moment, but it did nothing to distract you from Finan's actions behind, his cock now trailing up and down your sex, an agitated grunt coming from the Irishman.

"Good god," Finan muttered, no longer uttering some quip or joke, instead relishing in the feeling of the both of you two against one another. Your softness did something to him, tore deep inside of him; a man so consumed with life of battle did not deserve something so pure, he thought.

On the other hand, Sihtric felt like a God himself. His thumb returned to your mouth, feeding the oral fixation you didn't know you had. "Will you take the both os us?" He taunted you, asking you questions while he filled your mouth. The thought of them both intimidated you, and you shuddered when Finan aligned himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in before you could even think.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted like a mad woman, drool slipping past your lips in excess amounts, pleasing Sihtric, whose thumb was soon replaced with his thick cock. It slid straight to the back of your throat, slowly beginning to match the pace of Finan's thrusts.

Though Finan was attempting to be gentle, he did not recognise his own strength, apologising out of habit when you squealed. The sound was muffled by Sihtric's cock, his pelvis now hitting your nose. Both men shared a look above you, in silent agreement, realising this is exactly what they wanted in life. You.

In all of Winchester, nothing had more of a pull to them like you did. Not even Uhtred's command would keep them away from you now.

"Fuck," Finan practically spat, his hips quickening their pace, his long cock coming inside and outside of you, feeling the tightness grip harder and harder until he was nearly coming.

Sihtric equally had his way with you, hand in your hair simply moving you as he pleased, loving the way your tongue lolled out to welcome his cock.

"You are so beautiful, lady." Finan moaned, head facing the sky as if in prayer. It did not take much longer before he was coming undone within you, cursing as he realised he had selfishly come before both you and Sihtric.

Sihtric gave one final stroke before he too came straight down your throat, a choke coming from you as he waited before moving out of you. He decided that he wanted to take you next.

"Swallow."

His final command had you tightening around Finan, disturbing him from his moment of meditation with great force. Gritting his teeth, Finan barely managed to keep his composure as he finally slid from you, both men letting you slump underneath them.

Exhaustion hit you with a sharp thump, and your eyes began to close before you could say anything to the two men above you. Your eyes glazed over as Finan turned you onto your back to face them. They towered over you, Finan smiling, assuring you he was only trying to help when he let go of you for a moment, going to fetch a rag.

"When can we bind you to this bed? I want to keep you here forever."

[legacyshenanigans]

Dude, you just gave me some inspiration. Could you do something with all the lads around the campfire on the topic of girls, then Mc gets into the mix of that conversation. I want to see the chaos of that conversation!!!

Love this idea 🤣🤣💚

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(All the lads lay around a campfire)

Amit: So..Who does everyone find attractive?

Everett: *giggles*

Leander: Ha, well why don't YOU go first Amit, seeing as you asked the question

Amit: I think poppy is a sweet girl, I find her endearing.

Everett: I like Imelda

Omins: we know *rolls his eye's* you're always talking to her in classes, hanging off every word she says, didn't take you as the type to be into a girl like Imelda.

Everett: I want a feisty women to look after me..

Sebastian: Pfft, Imelda would eat you alive Clopton *laughs*

Leander: Me and Cressida had a little thing going on for a while, she's nice..I like Natty too.

Ominis: Natty is an extremely strong willed gal, she wouldn't look twice at you *chuckles*

Leander: Hey! Shut up..Anyway, what about you three?

Ominis: .....

Sebastian: *smirks*

Garreth: I...Erm *clears throat* I'm not saying..

Sebastian: *knows exactly who he's going to say* Noo, go on Weasley..Who? *furrows brows*

Garreth: And THAT fucking attitude is WHY I'm not saying.

Ominis: I find MC incredibly attractive, for me personally of course its all in who she is, I like her.

Sebastian: Seconded..

Garreth: *furrows brows* Why don't you get mad when Ominis says he likes MC?!

Sebastian: Because Ominis is my boy thats why... And why do you care? Was MC going to be YOUR answer?!

Leander: You three have a strange dynamic, I've see it..

Sebastian: Mind your fucking business Leander..

Garreth: Maybe she was..Maybe she wasn't. You'll never know.

Ominis: PFFFFT! *chuckles*

Sebastian: *laughs* yeah right..Just admit it.

Garreth: Fine, I find MC attractive..Happy?!

Ominis: On the contrary Garreth, you've just opened a can of worms as they say.

Sebastian: *stares at Garreth with narrow eye's*

Leander: Can't lie...I'd probably fuck her too.

Sebastian: Shut your fucking mouth Prewett. Right now.

Everett: Oh for goodness sake, look what you've started Amit.

Amit: I didn't think people would argue?! It's not like MC is in an actual relationship with any of you! Hell, I could ask her out, seeing as she's single.

Sebastian: Be very careful Amit..

Amit: What?!

Leander: She's not YOURS Sebastian. Or Ominis's...Why do YOU care so much?!

Sebastian: I don't..*moody expression* Weasley can like whoever he wants..

Garreth: Then that's my Answer...MC.

Sebastian: ..Not like she'd go anywhere near you.

Garreth: Are you sure about that? *smirks*

Sebastian: You son of a bitch, what did you just say?

Garreth: *laughs*

Leander: pffft *chuckles*

Ominis: They're trying to mess with you..MC wouldn't.

Garreth: Hmm *laughs* strange, considering..

Sebastian: *gritting his teeth*

Ominis: *furrows brows* ...Considering what?!

Garreth: Oh nothing..Don't worry yourself...*nudges Leander and chuckles*

Leander: *chuckles back*

Sebastian and Ominis: *get out their wands*

Garreth and Leander: *get out theirs in retaliation*

(All four of them glaring at eachother)

Amit: Woah woah! Hey!! Come on now!

Everett:....Do you chaps think Imelda likes me?

Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth and Leander: Shut up Everett!

~

[maritessa]

I wanted to make a "Would you love me if I was a worm" series for Twst but I got lazy so I'll just post the dialogue. If artists wanna try to draw this, go ahead but please tag me cause I wanna see.

Ships included:

MalleKei (Malleus x Cater)

SilKali (Silver x Kalim)

IdiAzu (Idia x Azul)

JamiFloi (Jamil x Floyd)

AceRid (Ace x Riddle)

Apple Juice (Epel x Deuce)

LeoJami (Leona x Jamil)

Lilia x Trein (help me give them a ship name)

Mallekei

Cater : Would you love me if I was a worm

Malleus: ??? I can just turn you back —

Cater: No, no no! It's about the principle! SO WOULD YOU LOVE ME???

Malleus: ... Sure???

SilKali

Silver: Apparently, Cater asked Lord Malleus about becoming a worm the other day

Silver: Is it a phenomenon that's been happening as of late?

Kalim: *got pulled by Scarabia students*

Students: Housewarden! We need some advice!

Silver: We have to be careful, Kalim *turns around and Kalim is gone*

Silver: Kalim? *Looks on the ground and sees a worm*

Silver: KALIM?! how could this happen

*Picks up worm and puts him in his handkerchief*

Silver: For now, let's make sure you don't get stepped on

Silver: I'll help you get back to your usual self, Kalim! Even if you're a worm, you're my precious friend!

*Kalim in the background*: I'm glad everything's sorted out then!

Silver: Yes, I'm glad I can still understand you even though you're a worm, Kalim....

Kalim: Eh? I'm right here tho?

Silver: Huh?

Kalim: Is your pet worm named Kalim?

Silver: No, actually— well, I'm glad you're safe.

Board game club

Azul: During the Housewarden meeting, Malleus and Kalim were talking about worms for some reason.

Idia: Yeah, it's a meme dude

Azul: Meme?

Idia: Ye, like you ask your significant other *ahem*

Idia: "Would you still love me even if I was a worm?"

Azul: No, I would not. First of all, when we agreed to this relationship, I agreed to it under the premise that we are both intellectual beings who are capable of doing things on their own. Secondly, I'd like to point out that being a worm would mean that you would have a completely different lifestyle, trait, quality of life —

Idia: .... I wasn't genuinely asking, bro. Why are you so serious about this lol

Azul: Shut up!

Basketball Club

Floyd: Jamil!!!!!

Jamil: ?

Floyd: Look at me I'm a worm!

*Does the worm dance move*

Jamil: Yeah, cool. (Why is he talking to me?)

Floyd: Do you love me now?

Jamil: Huh?

Ace: Lolol you're getting it wrong

AceRid

Ace: Housewarden! I finished feeding the flamingos

Riddle: Thank you, Ace.

Ace doesn't leave

Riddle: Is there anything else?

Ace: Hey, Housewarden. If I become a worm, would you still look out for me?

Riddle: Of course.

Riddle: However, you must be underestimating me. As queen, I'd protect you so you won't become a worm in the first place.

Ace: Y-yes, of course. I'm sorry for even considering it.

Apple Juice:

Epel: I got some apples from my hometown, Deuce.

Deuce: Thanks Epel.

Epel: Don't worry, I washed the apples so there won't be any worms.

Deuce: Worms have the luxury of always eating these apples, huh... I wish I was a worm

Epel: Pffft, I'll have to bring you more apples then

LeoJami

Jamil: (what's up with everyone and worms lately)

Leona: ... *Staring at Jamil*

Jamil: ... (why's he staring at me)

Leona: *pushes the vegetables on his plate away from him*

*Vegetables land on Jamil's side*

Jamil: (Why is he giving me vegetables?)

Jamil: I won't turn into a worm so no need for these!

Leona: Huh? What are you talking about

Jamil: (So it wasn't that after all)

Lilia Trein

Trein: it seems like the children are all talking about this "worm" phenomenon

Lilia: Yes, yes. Even my boys seemed excited over it

Trein: I wonder what the whole fuss is about. It's impossible for someone to just become a worm.

Lilia: Well, well. We aren't sure about that now, are we Trein?

Trein: ? Huh

Lilia: I'm just saying you never know what could happen *shrug*

Trein: ....

Lilia: I'll still come visit you like this even if you become a worm though *disappears*

[002yb]

jason and roy have a longstanding guys being dudes thing where they text each other pics of their gnarly bruises and not too serious wounds so that the other can be like “woah, i can see the tread pattern of the boot just from the bruise!” because these things are cool and gross in the way that dudes find irresistible and here is a guy who will valorize it without all the you should have been better undertone or smothering worry and it escalates until one day when jay gets a fingernail ripped off and his first thought after all the danger and blood is ha! this beats roy’s thing from last week and like they are somewhat aware that its kinda abnormal but their text convos are a safe space free from shame or judgement so its all good until someone gets a glimpse of pure gore followed by a winky face emoji when jason goes to open his phone

Just gonna casually bring this around to something more dickjayroy, because of course I would. All the above, but:

Dick and Roy running a mission together and, while successful, isn't without casualty. It's nothing they won't survive, but they're a little fucked up. Dick more so, but he's a scrapper. He'll survive the wait for first aid while Roy takes some sick and sleazy mirror pics for his boy Jaybird. It's all good.

Dick might be a little concussed and bleeding on Roy's couch, but Roy can't not share the road burn that stretches up his arm and shoulder.

Roy hearing Dick call for him from down the hall. Just a thoughtful check-in of, 'You okay?' Like Dick in his current state of wooziness and pain has the wherewithal to come help Roy if needed. The thought is sweet.

The fact that Dick would find the resolve to help Roy even as Dick is s t r u g g l i n g is mildly horrifying though, so.

Some cute banter as Roy sends his message off, calling out to Dick that he's good but also for validation that Roy looked cool while he was skidding across asphalt earlier. He was, right?

Pffft, Dick trying to be playful/teasing when he agrees, but he's so fucked up that it comes out sounding more genuine than anything and Roy is ;U; as he settles in to take care of his friend. Helping Dick out of the top of his costume only to pause because - wow.

Just Dick lacking all self-awareness. He's hurt. He's tired. He's got someone he trusts looking after him, so. Dick just slouches on the couch, head tipped over the back of it. Boneless. Dazed. Chest and abs a beautiful sight - all toned muscles heaving with shallow breaths, and like. Dick being hot is nothing Roy blinks an eye at, nah. It's the ugly, weeping wound in his side that does. Blood stained and irritated and already showing signs of bruising crawling up his ribs.

Of course the camera comes out. Of course Roy sneaks off a picture to Jason (it only shows Dick's wounded torso, even if Dick's scowl is handsome and deserves to be seen by more people than Roy lol).

Anyway, Dick joking about if Roy got his good side. To which Roy snickers because Dick is all good sides; but yeah, for sure.

Then Roy proceeds to actually tend to Dick's injury. Cleaning, stitching, distracting. Dick being a model patient, disturbingly still although he's sweating through all the pain. Seemingly ignoring Roy, only he'd never. Because whenever Roy stops talking Dick opens his eyes to look at him until Roy starts talking again.

Just Dick finding comfort in the sound of his friend's voice ahhhhhhhhhh. ;A;

In which a Roy and Jason ask becomes entirely Dick and Roy omg. This happens every time but in my defense they're perfect, so.

While Roy's hands are all bloody from patching Dick up, a reply comes through on Roy's phone. Roy telling Dick to check it for him.

Which leads to a little coy game of, 'what's your password?' and 'hah! like you don't know,' and 'if it's not my birthday idk if i'll recover,' and 'bull. what's your password?' 'the day we met ;)' which it isn't, Roy would discover later. Which would lead to lots of laughs and play fighting and it'd be cute af.

Anyway, Dick checking the message and seeing that the picture Roy took of him went to Jason, of all people. Jason - who has no idea who he's looking at.

Letting Dick read the texts is top tier distraction plan, on Roy's part. Also, it ends up being funny.

Just Jason being genuinely confused because he doesn't know about all of Roy's missions and stuff. So he's just like, 'hot damn.' 'i know that's not you who's mr.man?' and extra stuff about the actual injury with Jason trying to figure out what happened and being all thirsty because he'd take a bite fr

And it makes Dick laugh and ow, but it's so dumb

Dick taking the cheekiest photo with Roy that shows how he's stitching Dick up and tbh? Roy thinks it's criminal the sort of devastation Dick can cause when Dick tries. In that same vein, he's just as devastating when he doesn't try. That's neither here nor there though.

Roy cackling as they send off the photo and watching through titters at the ensuing silence, the indication that Jason is texting before he disappears before coming back again and going away.

Something something with Roy and Jason being fascinated by injury and gore. Meanwhile, Dick is all there for the emotional damage and injury through flustered feels. He's w/e about a bleeding wound, but blood rushing to Jason's cheeks in a blush? That's what Dick would want a picture of.

Commence Roy and Dick having their own text conversation that is entirely photos of just that LOL.

Roy's just living his best life and he deserves it.

[morallyinept]

D! Oh gosh! It's great to see you back here, buddy. You were missed last week by everyone. Frankie told me you were in rehab, how are you doing? You look great!

What? Oh, Frankie stood in for you. Yeah. He was amazing! Everyone loved him and… why are you looking at me like that? 

No, they don't love Frankie more than you. Don't be ridiculous. Pffft. Of course they don't. Well, maybe a little.

Aww Dieter. Don't cry.

I'm not replacing you! Look, Self Care With Dieter & Jett is exactly that: with DIETER & Jett. 

Don't worry bud, you're completely irreplaceable. C'mere. Gimme a smooch. Missed you. 

There, all better? Good.

This week, now that Dieter is fresh out of his stint in rehab, we're going to look at ways you can continue your self-care journey into feeling good by addressing negative thoughts and behaviour patterns. 

You ready to help our lovely friends and mutuals feel good, D? 

Well, at least you're back to your old self again. Which, I suppose, is a positive…

Enjoy this week's self care with Dieter & Jett! 

"You can't stop the waves, but you can learn how to surf." - John Kabat-Zin

Hands up, who has ever felt or experienced some kind of negative thinking?

What are some thoughts you've had about yourself recently, have they been mostly positive or negative? 

Everyone experiences negative thinking from time to time. However, for some, especially those who have low self-esteem and/or struggle with depression, overcoming negative thinking can be a massive and difficult mountain to peak, and one that seems to surface regularly.

How are you feeling today, D? 

Back to your old self, I see… 

Fortunately, there are more effective methods you can use to help you move past negative thoughts to a more positive mindset, instead of seven whiskey chasers...

☝🏻And remember, it doesn't make you weak or that there is something wrong with you if you have, or have experienced negative thoughts. We're all human, bub. We all experience them. 

Forgiving and nurturing yourself has so many benefits. Strong self-compassion can even set the stage for better health, relationships, and general well-being. Self-compassionate people recognize when they are suffering and are kind to themselves at these times, thereby lowering their own levels of related anxiety and depression.

So, Dieter. How can we show ourselves some self-compassion? 

Ooh-kay… maybe, I'll do this part.

What you let into your mind in your everyday life can have an impact on your thoughts. Identify the top sources of negativity in your life.

This could be anything from a messy space, to a difficult relationship. 

Once identified, find a way to replace them with sources of positivity. Below are some ways in which can help you flush out that negativity when it starts to creep in.

Shake that ass. Watch yourself.

I've said it before, and I'll continue to tell you, to move ya poppin' booty. The mind and body connection is a real thing, you know.

When you care for your body, you think and feel better too. Physical self-care includes how you're fueling your body, how much sleep you're getting, how much physical activity you re doing, and how well you're caring for your physical well-being. Here are some questions you can ask yourself to assess your physical health:

Am I getting adequate sleep?

Is my diet fueling my body well?

Am I taking charge of my health?

Am I getting enough exercise?

Exercising on a regular basis can have a profound positive impact on both your physical and mental health. Some benefits that exercise brings is that it can help relieve inner tension and worries. It can occupy your mind and also releases feel good hormones. 

So get dancing, or whatever that is, apparently...

You don’t have to plan an extensive and costly trip to the gym to see results either. Even a simple walk around the block can help. Or a dance, whatever.

Go on wit' your badself, D.

Talk It Out.

It's important to have healthy coping skills to deal with uncomfortable emotions like anger, anxiety, and sadness. Emotional self-care is a process in which we bring our awareness to our emotions and take the steps necessary in order to honor and care for these emotions. Here are some activities that can be helpful for emotional self-care. 

Talk to someone you can trust - a friend, a relative, an unhinged actor with a penchant for KitKats perhaps?

Journal your feelings - keep a journal, a dream diary, carry a notebook with you, or simply blog online. Get them feelings all out, no matter the medium in which you choose to express them.  

Feel your feelings without judgement. Acknowledge that it's perfectly okay not to always feel your best self. You can't always be "on". 

Meditation - spend a few minutes a day deep breathing and centering yourself.

Set boundaries - make time for yourself and stick to it. 

Take a break - close your laptop, put your phone down. Even for half an hour. You'll be amazed how good you'll feel afterwards. 

Find a Way to Serve.

One way to deal with negative thoughts is to focus on helping someone else.

By helping someone else, you give yourself an opportunity to bring positivity into your life. Whether it be helping someone move or merely listening to a friend, helping someone else is a great way to help yourself.

Consider volunteering, spend time with loved ones.

Care for a pet. Animals have such a positive influence on our emotional well-being too.

Oh, for the love of...

D! Careful, he bites! 😨

Find a Way to Be Grateful

When you are struggling with negativity, it can be easy to forget all the positive things in your life.

Try looking through your life and surroundings and find things that you are grateful for.

The fact you get to share the same planet with Dieter is pretty amazing already, right?

Yeah, you're pretty amazing, bud.

Write down all the things you're grateful for and put them in a jar. When you're feeling down, pull them out and read them to remind yourself of the great positive things you have in your life and all that you've achieved so far.  

Nurture the spirit within.

Nurturing your spirit doesn’t have to involve religion, though for some it does. And that's cool. It can involve anything that helps you develop a deeper sense of meaning, understanding or connection with the universe. Here are a few examples:

Meditation

Yoga

Going to a place of worship

Being in nature

Self-reflection

Be kind to yourself.

Did you know that humans have about 6,200 thoughts in a single day?

Well, some of us do anyway...

Don’t you think our self-talk will affect how we think and feel about ourselves? The language you use to describe and refer to yourself can also alter your mentality. 

Allowing yourself to receive kind words from yourself will boost that positivity and shrink the negative thoughts.

It’s also important to stimulate your mind with mental activities. Here are some mental activities to try:

Practice self-compassion and acceptance

Choose positive thoughts more often

Choose kindness

Channel your mantras

Do a puzzle to keep your brain stimulated

Learn something new to challenge yourself

To rid yourself of negative thoughts, try spending 15 minutes a day writing down your thought process. Doing this can help you identify how your thoughts are becoming distorted.

Far too often, we don’t want to slow down because there is so much to do. Ironically, by taking time for ourselves, we gain the strength and positive energy to drive forward in a higher gear. 

Sometimes, taking a step back is all we need to feel inner balance, happiness, and peace of mind.

☝🏻You deserve to feel good and you are worthy of quality time for yourself and with others. 

Remember, you are stronger than you think you are. 

So, D. I hope you're feeling much more positive. How are you feeling? 

Excellent! 

Now, I think it's time we uh, ride that high for a little while longer, if you catch my drift? 😏

Really? Jesus Christ, I said I want to ride you, D. 🙄 Nevermind… 

I hope Dieter and I have made you feel a little more positive today and put a smile on your face. Even if it was a little one. 

Check out this list of self-compassion mindful meditation exercises you can do too. And they're free! It's Dieter's gift to you. 🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤

Do you. Then do Dieter.

More Dieter & Jett here

🖤

GIFS used of Dieter, as always, by the amazing @perotovar @uuuhshiny @miguelo-hara @a7estrellas If I've used one of yours here too, please let me know so I can rightfully credit you. I've saved them all to my phone and have forgotten who made them. Ta! 🖤

ℹ️ Dieter and I always strive to bring you unbiased, fact-checked advice. We're not licensed therapists, so we do a lot of research to ensure we can provide helpful and informative posts. Well, I do. Dieter mostly sits around eating KitKats.

[azulock]

Day ten is here and so is the one theme that got a 100 vote poll stuck at nearly 50/50. So here is Oliver's version of the theme, dinner with his folks. Love that Oli is just a bunch of nationalities stacked in an overcoat - what with his dad being Sweden and German and his mom Japanese. I very much headcanon that he can speak Swedish (and English) he just doesn't boast about it.

summary. when Oliver's parents move back to Sweden, he sees a chance to take you for a visit his birth country for the holidays. And though you feel excited to meet his family, you can't deny you feel a little anxious too. But your worries quickly melt away when you get to witness where he takes his affectionate ways from.

pairing. Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader

wordcount. 787 words

10. Family Christmas Dinner - Oliver Aiku

"I find it so cute that your parents moved to Europe after you came to live here," you beamed, making Oliver chuckle as he walked hand in hand with you.

"Eh, I mean, I think dad probably missed Sweden too, so I guess I was just an excuse," he shrugged, pulling you through the snowy streets as you walked towards his parents' home.

"Come on, it's still adorable that you all are in such good terms," you chirped, before a moment of hesitation took over you. "I hope they like me."

"Pffft, they are pretty easy to get along with, so it's nothing special," Oliver said, stopping to give a short kiss on your lips before climbing the steps to the front door. "And I know they are gonna like you, don't worry. Oh, yeah, if it looks like my dad is angry, just disregard it, that's his neutral expression, it's just the German in him."

He kissed your lips again before you could voice any other protest, finger pressing the doorbell before your faces parted. The silence of the small street made the low chime sound loud in your ears, only heightening your anticipation. In a few seconds, you heard the door unlocking, your hand gripping Oliver's tight as it swung open.

You had already seen the couple before you in pictures and videos, but it was never the same as seeing someone in person. They welcomed you both at the door with the brightest smiles, quickly ushering you in and away from the cold. When the door locked behind you, Oliver let go of your hand and embraced his father, exchanging greetings in Swedish - a language you rarely got to hear him speak.

It was sweet, to see how clearly they loved each other, but you weren't given much time to think about it, as his mother quickly pulled you into a hug, greeting you in an excited tone, and chastising her son for not introducing you properly. Quickly, though, your positions switched - Oliver's mother raising on the tip of her toes to wrap her arms around her son as his father brought you into a hug. They were both as warm as the inside of their home, and you could clearly see where Oliver's penchant for physical affection came from.

Matter of fact, looking at it now, you could see a lot of him on them. Oliver towered over his mother, and was also taller than his father, whose face he'd clearly inherited, though he had his mother's beautiful hair. Still, the most endearing thing was how he had the eyes from both - a gift given to him by the rare luck of being born with heterochromia.

Oliver pulled the gifts you'd both bought from the bag, which his parents quickly placed at the foot of the sparsely decorated tree - a Swedish thing, he'd explained to you, they were pretty minimalist about holiday decorations. They waved off opening the neatly wrapped boxes to another time, ushering you towards the dining room, Oliver's mom pulling you by the hand with the familiarity of someone who'd known you your whole life.

You sat at the table, ate, and chatted, and it warmed your heart to see how much they loved their son, and how they welcomed you in as if you were their own. Oliver's mother showed interest in your work and hobbies, while his father commented on your planned visit to see the Gävle Goat and bonded with you over pestering his son by calling him Tsubasa - to which Oliver protested, claiming you were both ganging up on him. It was easy and nice, and by the end of dinner, you were doing the dishes together, while his parents waited in the living room.

"See, I told you they'd love you," Oliver hummed, dual colored eyes turning towards you.

"Yeah, yeah," you laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. "Tho, knowing you, I bet they've never even seen you bring any other woman."

"Meh, better like that" he shrugged, bringing his face close to yours and brushing his nose affectionately against your own. "They don't need to know all the frogs I kissed before one of them turned out to be a princess."

"Hey, you called me a frog," you yelped, splashing water from the faucet onto his face, making him drop the cutlery he was holding and flinch away.

"I just called you a princess," he laughed, pulling your face closer to his with a wet hand, making you whine in protest, a sound he quickly silenced with a kiss. God, even when he was being romantic he was still damn annoying - though, that much you could still forgive.

shout out to: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(023) It's not until after all the long traumatic years of war are over, when everyone is trying to adjust to a dubiously civilian life, that the symptoms start creeping in. For some mechs that's panic attacks and nightmares, and for others, it's gotten a little... weirder.

Not Rodimus though. Rodimus is fine! Pffft. No, he's doing great. He's so fine, in fact, that he has started involuntarily catching fire every single time he overloads.

He's sure this will blow over. Any day now. Don't worry about it.

[brifoxred]

Hello, average Tumblr user, I'm Brisa, and I'm here to bring you a non-sophisticated piece of writing.

Personally, I like to write, and today while I was rereading some of those short writings, I decided I wanted to share one with you.

I want to emphasize that I am using a translator because I personally do not speak or write English, and any corrections or recommendations are welcome. Thank you for your time

Hunter x fm!reader

Summary: Hunter and Y/N go through another miscarriage.

All characters are aged

Warnings: miscarriage, guilt, angst.

"So...what's going on?" Eda leaned on the island counter on her elbows, looking at Hunter.

"Pffft, What? Nothing happens" Hunter smiled fakely.

"Kid, I raised many children, I raised Y/N, King, I took care of Luz and you. Do you think I can't tell when someone lies to me? Plus...it shows in your eyes..." Eda grimaced a little and looked at Hunter waiting for a response. The grimwalker just looked at the table, sighed, took a quick look at the kitchen entrance, as Luz and the children were laughing in the living room, then he looked back at the counter and murmured in a low voice.

"It happened again." They were silent for a moment, Eda didn't understand what Hunter meant.

"The reason Y/N called you was because she was in the hospital" Hunter looked up and looked Eda in the eyes, then the truth hit her.

"Another miscarriage right?" Hunter nodded.

“Where is Y/N? Is she still in the hospital?" Eda asked worried.

"She said she wanted time alone. She...was blaming herself again." Hunter sighed heavily. "She even blamed herself for leaving before you answered the call."

"Ah...shit..." Eda looked down and then looked up at Hunter, who was looking at the counter with his fingers tangled in his hair. The old lady looked worried at the man and walked up to his side.

"Hunter, what's wrong?" Hunter shook his head and sighed, shakily.

"Nothing...nothing" The blonde ran his hands over his face and rested his fists against his mouth, biting them.

"Kiddo…" Hunter shook his head again, this time with tears in his eyes and pursing his lips.

"It's okay...tell me what's wrong..." Eda rubbed the boy's back.

"I...can't...i dunno...i dunno"

"Hunter, you should talk to Y/N about it, you know she would listen to you, if you te..."

"No, no, i can't...i can't tell her..." Hunter interrupted Eda, while covering his face. "I always thought about being a father, I never imagined going this far...two children, and the idea of ​​having more, I like it, but... I don't want to continue going through this. Seeing her like this, it hurts me, it hurts me every time it happens, I don't know if I can continue and now... Another one..." Hunter shook his head, crying.

"Titan, we can't continue like this, but I don't know how to avoid it either, because...if another one comes, It could survive, but It also don't... And i don't know what to do Eda, I don't know." Eda looked sadly at the brown-eyed man, she didn't know what to do either, the only thing she could think of was to offer him a hug, which Hunter accepted. Eda rubbed the blonde's back, while Hunter released the crying and pain he had kept inside him, not just the one now, no, he released the pain he had been accumulating since the first miscarriage.

The one where both, Y/N ​​and Hunter, discovered that their chances of having children were lower than those of a normal couple.

"Listen, kid, it's not okay for you to keep everything bottled up, I understand that you just want to stay stable, as support for Y/N, but you also have the right to feel, okay?" Eda tried to reason with Hunter, and he could only nod, unable to say a word.

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So...What do you think? Please let me know if you like it. I know Y/N isn't actually in it but I just wanted to share it because it's actually a scene from my oc, but that's not important.

[punsmaster69]

15/MAR/20XX

it's silent in the house.

sliding my slippers lightly along the floorboards to avoid breaking the silence, i peek into the living room.

on the couch is toriel, who seems to be deep in memory of something. judging by that look, it isn't a great memory.

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬.

she snaps out of it when she hears my knuckles tap against the doorframe exactly twice; the perfect amount for a good opener. it's a pattern very familiar to the both of us.

"...Who's there?"

"figs."

"Figs who?"

"𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘴 your phone - been missin' you all morning."

"Have you been trying to reach me? I do apologize. I am..."

her smile flickers as she lightly sighs.

"Perhaps a bit out of it."

"i feel you. get days like this too."

"everyone does, to some extent."

"Please, come in. Assuming you are not busy, that is."

"hm. lemme see."

i unfolded a small notebook -

yeah, another book. not this one. i'm not gonna jot all my joke ideas in this journal, obviously. that'd like be giving it all away for free.

-and clicked a pen (yes, this one) with a focused look on my face.

"well, i've got a lot of nothing scheduled for eleven, a sizeable amount of zilch at one, followed by an hour of lollygagging..."

"What a full day!"

"...buuuut. i guess i can reschedule, just for you."

"Do you think you could squeeze in a bit of chitchatting over pie?"

"and ruin my strict schedule even further?"

"Mhm."

"i'd love to."

——

when i told tori about the no-alcohol thing, she seemed surprisingly unphased at it.

"not shocked, huh? someone tell you already?"

"This is the first I am hearing of it."

"i knew there wasn't one in the main gc, but wow. they didn't make an announcement in any group chats that're 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘴 me either?"

"color me surprised."

"What color?"

"blue, 'cuz that really 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 me away."

i can't help it if my grin cracks a little wider when she laughs.

"Why 𝗮𝗿𝗲 you so shocked, though?"

"usually updates on my health stuff end up messaged around within minutes."

"how come 𝘺𝘰𝘶 aren't more surprised about it?"

"Out of all the times over the years I have seen you drunk - and subsequently, hungover - the recent have seemed to affect you much more negatively."

"saw it coming?"

"I suppose so."

toriel removed her phone from her pocket to check for any messages.

"..Ah. I suppose I haven't checked properly in a moment."

"It seems they did try to inform me, after all."

"device slipped your mind? or, maybe your pocket?"

"..An awful lot of things have slipped my mind. It happens sometimes when even I, myself, begin to fall down that slippery slope that is remembering the past."

"sounds like a slippery situation."

"Sorry for letting so much 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 suddenly. This old lady needs to learn how to keep her s𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 shut a tad better."

"i mind if you 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽k𝗻𝗼𝘁 - your company's what i'm here for."

"..and free food, sometimes."

"I only worry that I may over𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 some boundaries at times."

"nope. won't be having any 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽outs from me about it. share all you want."

"You seeing me like this was a bit of a 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽up to begin with."

"you've seen me at the worst of my 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽sloppiest. really, i don't mind this even a bit."

"Pffft. These 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨 are slipping in quality now."

"no way, this is 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽top of the line."

she snorts a bit.

"It is reaching nonsense levels."

"you're smiling."

"That I am."

"Perhaps this is just what I needed."

"didn't get a lotta emotional baggage unpacked, but i'm fine to leave everything in the suitcases for a while if you wanna."

"This is a much better mood than that would be, anyway."

"....."

"well."

"i'm glad that pun nightmare is 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽over."

she's barely able to say

"Sans!"

through laughter.

i really

[mx-heinous]

El Filibusterismo: Poorly Summarized

Chapter 1: We're on a boat and here are the bad guys! :D

Chapter 2: Eyyyy Basilio! You wanna make a school? (Internally: This will not turn out well)

Chapter 3: Short stories with symbolism. That Ibarra guy? Pffft he's dead. Don't worry about him

Chapter 4: The government ain't shit. Something about crocodiles. Juli would rather be a servant than sell a locket

Chapter 5: Coach Driver Has The Worst Christmas Eve Ever

Chapter 6: Basilio Backstory Time

Chapter 7: Simoun Backstory Time (but you already knew he was Ibarra, didn't you?) + Two weirdos have a philosophical debate in the middle of the woods

Chapter 8: Unmerry Christmas

Chapter 9: People Responsible For Why Juli's Life Sucks

Chapter 10: Simoun sells stuff, and oh yeah, Tales killed 3 people or something idk.

Chapter 11: The government ain't shit pt. 2

Chapter 12: The most relatable guy in the book

Chapter 13: The education system sucks

Chapter 14: Meet the students. You're probably gonna forget about them by the next chapter

Chapter 15: Isagani argues with a guy named Spaghetti or something

Chapter 16: Chinese Guy's in debt

Chapter 17: Woohoo, we're at a fair! Wait a minute, where's Simoun?

Chapter 18: Ah, there he is

Chapter 19: Simoun reveals he's a terrorist to a college drop-out

Chapter 20: Turns out, Don Custodio ain't shit

Chapter 21: The friars make a fuss about a French play, backfires horribly

Chapter 22: Relationship Dramaaaaa. Also, yay! The new school got approved! Nvm, we can't direct it anyway

Chapter 23: Hey kid, wanna be a terrorist? Wait, WDYM MARIA CLARA'S DEAD?!

Chapter 24: Relationship Dramaaaaa pt. 2 (This isn't gonna end well, will it?)

Chapter 25: Eating food and making fun of the government

Chapter 26: The government ain't shit pt. 3

Chapter 27: Wait, a decent priest? No way

Chapter 28: People Are Scared, Tiago kicks the bucket, and oh hey, Placido, there you are

Chapter 29: Tiago's Funeral (that's pretty much it)

Chapter 30: Juli can't catch a break

Chapter 31: Look! A decent government official! Nvm, he resigned

Chapter 32: Literally everyone is out of prison except for Basilio because the government ain't shit pt. 4. Also, Juanito's a girlfriend stealing bitch

Chapter 33: Basilio has an emo arc

Chapter 34: Wedding planning ensues, and look, a pretty lamp that's definitely not a bomb

Chapter 35: Your ex just crashed your wedding but dw, it's a good thing

Chapter 36: Ben-Zayb finally gets his own chapter

Chapter 37: The people finally got some braincells

Chapter 38: Remember Selo? Well, he's dead now

Chapter 39: Simoun finally crokes and Tiburcio's there ig

[ask-eden]

Alaxia stops and turns back toward Bronte and waves a hand sarcastically Alaxia: Pffft, come on. You don't actually think that... creepy guy is DOING anything to actually HELP, do you? Like.. he's a BEHOLDER.. the whole point of those things is to be creepy do crime or whatever! Bronte frowns, flicking her tail at his comment. Bronte: Your OBVIOUS bias against Beholder's ASIDE... Dysnomia hasn't done anything wrong! Give the guy some slack, okay? I'm sure he's doing his job just fine as Eden's helper. Alaxia: Well then.. I just need to.. check up on that. Just to see IF he is actually helping at all Bronte: Alax. Alaxia: Whaaaaat The mew gets large kitten eyes and floats towards Bronte upside down, paws reaching out towards her face in a grabby manner Bronte smiles and pushes his hands away Bronte: DON'T micro manage. You are already overworking yourself as it is. Plus I don't think Eden would appreciate being babied by you Alaxia forces a fake gasping noise, causing Bronte to roll her eyes

Alaxia: I do NOT micro manage! I am just being a good brother! What kind of brother would I be if I didn't check up on him! Bronte: Feh, Fine fine you win. Stop trying to knead me The thundurus quickly bats away the mew's kneading hands, rolling her eyes with a smile Bronte: Just this once, since it was his first battle. But after that DO NOT. MICRO MANAGE. Go take a nap or something! If you even know what that is Alaxia: Thank you Bronte Babbyyyyyyy~ The mew purrs loudly and quickly turns to leave the room Bronte: Wait a bit! It's still nighttime for them there. Let him sleep. Alaxia gets a disgruntled look and looks over his shoulder with a groan Alaxia: FINE... How much longer? Bronte: Oh stop being a kitten. Time there passes much more quickly than in this dimension. So in about 7 minutes it should be daytime there.

Alaxia: Fiiinee fiiineee Bronte: And don't stay there too long. Remember this is EDEN'S path. Alaxia: Oh don't worry your pretty blue head Alaxia: I'll make it quick.