#and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[oivsyo]

Hyūga men chilling on the hot springs [censored|sfw ver.]

For uncensored version go to my Twitter =)

ok, let me introduce them>>>

this is an adult Neji who survived the war, hope it is obvious bc of his scars. Along with Hinata Neji is the main POV in my HC.

Kō Hyūga with my redesign. I got so used to this appearance on him, so I have to remind myself that he doesn't look this way in the canon and other people may not recognise him.

He is 2,5 years older than Neji. In my HC his B-day is on 31 December because this day is Bertolt’s (AoT) b-day and my HC Kō has many things in common with Bertolt. His temper is soft  and is much like Hinata's, only that he is rather strong and is confident in his skills. His problem is the unhealthy desire to meet other people's expectations, the fear of accepting himself as he is.

He was the younger son in one of the main house’s families, but his elder brother was killed during Orochimaru invasion, his eyes torn out and stolen. It happened 2 weeks before Kō’s 17th birthday, so he didn’t get the seal. But it makess him miserable, he would happily bear a hundred seals if only it could turn his brother back to life. He has always been on good terms with Hinata, he looked after her and was supposed to be her guard. After the events of OG Kō gradually makes friends with Neji and eventually becomes one of the closest ppl for both Neji and Hinata. Kō is one of 4 POVs in my HC.

Kō is a sweet cinnamon bun and just perfect, I want to marry him but he is 2D and gay :(

Hiashi Hyūga. My fav part of this art.

Hiashi is DILF.Don't judge me.

I hc him being rather young, so that he is around 31-32 yo during Chunin Exam Arc I gave him background story and better developed personality in my hc so he turned out to be a very interesting and contradicting character.

Hiashi is one of POVs in my HC, through his character the clan’s story, traditions, political relations with the village, with Uchiha clan and inside the clan are told.

Tokuma Hyūga a.k.a Neji's main rival for the title of the most handsome Hyūga man. In my HC Tokuma looked after Neji when his father died and his mother was away on missions so he is kinda brother for Neji even tho they are not that close related. Tokuma has a rather difficult and heavy character, Neji picked some of his traits up. He is not too tall, around 175cm, and looks really young being one of the eldest among Neji, Kō and the next character. 

This one is my OC. His name is Yojiru.

At first I wanted him to be more like RtN Neji, but gradually he switched to Dandelion from the Witcher saga. He is Neji's first cousin, their mothers were sisters, so they look alike. He is almost 10 years older than Neji. He is a poor fighter and  medic-nin, but is rather well-read and knows a lot of things. He is also a talented musician, he plays some musical instruments, sings and even writes songs. He likes to tell jokes and fool around, he has a playful and carefree nature.

In the time skip period between OG and Shippuden he gets acquainted with Ko, they quickly become friends. Yojiru teaches Kō to live for himself and not to look back on other ppl opinion. Later they become lovers.

Hoheto Hyūga. He was a background character in the canon and for now he is only a background character in my HC. He is the oldest man on this art, he is around 5-7 years older than Hiashi I think he is a real clan's patriot judging from the scene with him on the war. Probably he is Hiashi’s guard and assistant.

This one is a rather new OC that is based on one of background Hyūgas from the anime. I HC that he is Natsu's older twin brother. They are from the main house so he doesn't have a seal, and Natsu being the younger twin has it. At the moment I don’t have any ideas about his personality, I'm choosing a name for him from Aki and Haru.

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This is my first drawing for Naruto Horny ASK, that I've joined recently, and it is kinda redraw of this mangacap. I liked the composition I decided to finally draw all my handsome white-eyed men together

[bsideminibang]

Masterlist

And that's a wrap! Many, many thanks to all the amazing authors, artists and betas who worked on this year's bang!

Below the cut are all the pieces that were submitted this year, so now's the time to check them out!

You're Fucking Perfect (To Me) by TwinOne with art from nickelkeep (8600 words, T)

Every Thursday Castiel visits Sam’s house, they share a glass or two of good whiskey and a bit of conversation like they’ve done for years. Everything changes the day he smells a new and intriguing scent as soon as he steps inside his friend’s house.

It’s the scent of an omega. Not just any omega, but his true mate.

A story told using the lyrics of the song Fucking Perfect by P!nk as prompts for each chapter.

You Can Keep Your Hat On by Redamber79 with art from PetraAmia (5444 words, E)

When a staff party with Cas' coworkers and boss gets too uncomfortable with unwanted advances on both of them, Dean and Cas ditch the party to go back to their place and celebrate on their own, starting with Dean performing a strip tease for Cas, and ending up in their bedroom.

Steve? Really...Steve? by Hectatess with art from Acaademicqueer (7625 words, M)

When Castiel wanders the empty streets out for revenge, he gets kidnapped. By the Law, no less. Had he been breaking the law so badly? And will he get that revenge?

When FBI-agents Sam and Dean are on an undercover job, they see the spitting image of one of the murdered victims in the case, walking, talking and… committing misdemeanours? Who is this guy, claiming to be Steve Milton? And can he really help them crack this case wide open?

Nice Like by MBQ with art from sidewinder (13700 words, E)

Dean and Benny search for Castiel in Purgatory, but the trio is rife with tensions when they finally "catch up" with the wayward angel.

Inspired by Lord Huron's, Meet Me in the Woods.

Play It Pretty For the World by cactusdragon517 with art from PetraAmaia (10805 words, E)

It's an old story, in the end: Boy meets boy. Boy falls in love. Happily ever after. But how they get there is a different story altogether (after all, what can you expect from rockstars?)

Family Business is in need of a new guitarist and lucky for them, session musician Castiel Novak is available. Guitar in hand and a bag over his shoulder, Castiel arrives in LA with Family Business on the brink of making it big.

Internally, however, is a bit more complex. Dean Winchester, lead singer and older brother, has found himself navigating his brother's growing addiction and their band's impending success.

After tours and traveling the world, they go their separate ways.

Can Dean and Castiel find their way back to each other?

Love From the Other Side by LadyKnightSkye with art from Dmitrievans (9245 words, T)

When Zachariah sends Dean forward into the world after the Apocalypse, instead of running into the National Guard, he runs into a person he thinks is his brother. In relief, he hugs “Sam.” This one choice of affection instead of aggression sets off a chain of events that ripples out from both sides of the Apocalypse.

Only Physical by nickelkeep with art from PetraAmia (4470 words, E)

Cas and Dean have been best friends for as long as Cas can remember. He's always wanted more, and when he and Dean slip into the friends-with-benefits category, he knew he could be satisfied with that. Until he wasn't.

Art for the bang by Rapscallion

I Had Some Time (With You) by songliili with art from Keikakudom (23970 words, E)

It’s 2005 when things go to hell.

Well. They go to hell for everyone except Dean, ‘cause he was ready for it.

Well. He was ready for the apocalypse, not for the gorgeous man who fell into his life, quite literally.

OR

A Destiel rewrite of Bill and Frank’s love story as shown on HBO’s The Last of Us episode 3: Long Long Time that uses elements of both universes.

Unraveling Unrolled by bleuzombie with art from golby-moon (3134 words, M)

A parent’s love should be unconditional. Coming out as trans has really put John’s love to the test.

[darkpeacemusic]

Creepypasta Headcanons: Sully Woods

(Note: Some of these headcanons were inspired by the 2015 reboot of Jeff the Killer and one of them was inspired by a rumor based around the Jeff the Killer image)

(TW: Abuse, bullying, suicide and murder)

In my AU, Sully is actually Liu's younger twin instead of an alter or demon possessing Liu.

Like Liu, he is 33 years old as of currently and he is also 8 years old than Jeff.

He is 7 minutes younger than Liu even though he acts like he's older than Liu.

He and Liu were basically inseparable like they were always around each other and never left each other's side for a minute.

Growing up, it was always hard to tell which twin was Sully and which one was Liu so Sully has gotten used to people confusing him for Liu.

Sully has hated Jeff ever since Jeff was a baby because he thinks he was the reason the family fell apart and their dad didn't have time for him anymore due to working overtime.

Before Jeff was born, Sully was taught by his father how to use a BB gun.

Like Liu, he is half Korean and curses in Korea whenever he doesn't get his way or gets very pissed off.

When Jeff and Liu started to bond as brothers, Sully started to get jealous of Jeff because of how close they bonded. So as a result, Sully would do what normal jealous would do and try to get rid of Jeff such as dropping off to live with the Hopkins (their next door neighbors at the time) and shaving off his hair.

As he got older, he got borderline abusive towards Jeff. There was one time he yelled at Jeff and threw his Rubix cube at him for coming into his room in the middle of the night without his permission when Jeff had a nightmare (Liu was at a sleepover at that time).

Sully was a perfect son in his parents' eyes. Always getting good grades, never getting trouble at school, and even winning Student of the Month awards. If there was anything that he could do to make his parents and himself look good, he would do it.

He listens to rock, pop, and rap. The most common song he would play when he's driving his Honda is Pumped Up Kicks as it reminds him of what he will do once he catches Jeff.

He and Jane only get along due to their mutual hatred of Jeff.

He's only nice towards anyone who isn't associated with Jeff.

When Jeff was burned alive by the bullies, the only thing Sully cared about was how damaged Jeff's face would be.

He has a dark sense of humor.

At age 18, he got a scholarship to an art school where he would meet and become best friends with Bloody Painter.

His favorite artists is Van Goug.

Before the night Jeff snapped, Sully at one point photoshopped one of Jeff's photos and made him look like a serial killer. He would later plaster it on the internet which humiliated Jeff to the point where he nearly committed suicide. Sully would then say that Jeff was being too sensitive and it was only a joke. This would be one of the reasons why Jeff would snap.

He drives a 2024 Honda CR-V.

During the night Jeff had snapped, Sully would escape the house by sneaking out of the window and left his twin to suffer in the hands of Jeff without noticing.

A year after he escaped from Jeff's rampage, he would later release a autobiography called "Jeff the Killer: A Love for Blood" which tells the Jeff the Killer story in Sully's POV. He twisted the story up by making up lies about Jeff such as being an abusive brother towards Liu and getting addicted to painkillers after getting out of the hospital.

He lives in a penthouse that he bought when his book became an overnight seller.

His favorite food is ramen.

He firmly believes Randy was innocent and that Jeff should've died that night he was burned.

He still loves his twin, Liu while Liu still hates him for everything he has done to him and Jeff.

He doesn't murder innocent people but rather anyone who is associated with Jeff or anyone who tries to debunk his lies. He is determined to keep his crimes secret so he won't have his reputation get ruined.

He smokes as a way to destress.

[vityascielo]

random leo de la iglesia headcanons i have !!

He is a 2nd generation Chicano from Chicago, IL.

Lives in Pilsen and loves to take pics of the murals and post them on insta. He also always sends them beforehand in the groupchat (the one he has with Guang Hong, Phichit, and Yuuri) and always takes the time to explain the art and historical references in them.

Always shows Phichit and Yuuri around the city whenever they visit him. The first time they visit he shows them all the tourist stops (at Phichit’s request). The next few times he shows them his personal favorite spots and takes them to try REAL Mexican food and not the fake chain stuff (his words not mine).

Randomly rides the L with his noise canceling headphones whenever he wants some time to think. Also likes to pretend he’s the main character and stare dramatically out the train window.

Bisexual king.

 Likes to brings a bag full of an assortment of different Mexican candies and snacks to share with the other skaters after their competition ends.

He always lets Guang Hong get first pick whenever they see each other. Guang Hong ALWAYS goes for the obleas or the cajeta lollipops since he has a sweet tooth.

Leo and Guang Hong will regularly go on Instagram/Youtube lives together whenever they can and their fans love it. If they’re in competitions together they will feature random skaters. Phichit is a recurring guest. 

He and Yuuri will occasionally stream video games together during the off season.

Has an older brother and two younger sisters who adore him. They try to make every competition they can and make him embarrassingly cute homemade banners. He pretends to be embarrassed/annoyed by them but keeps every single one they’ve ever made.

Plays guitar, piano, and the drums!!

Loves music but hates music snobs!! Everyone always assumes he is one which annoys him

Will constantly go on long rants about how music is subjective and how people should just listen to what they genuinely enjoy and makes them happy without shame.

Makes personalized playlist for his friends with music he thinks they would like. Spends extra time making Guang Hong his cause he wants it to be perfect.

Expresses his feelings through music. He’s not the best with words so whenever there’s a feeling or thought he wants to express he’ll do it by playing a particular song or even writing his own.

Tries to confess his crush on Guang Hong by sending him love songs but it backfires because Guang Hong is oblivious so he doesn’t catch on to what he’s trying to say.

This goes on for months. Guang Hong secretly compiles all the songs anyways and one day casually mentions this to Phichit. When Phichit examines the list of songs, he sighs very loudly and internally screams. Why do all of his friends have to be pining oblivious losers, he wonders.

His parents have bookshelf filled with all his school and skating awards. They frame his gold medal from Skate America since its the first medal he earned at the senior level. 

They keep it in the living room where everyone who enters their home can see it and always boast about it to anyone who asks.

[keiachi-chan]

Digimon adventure hot takes with little to no elaboration! (Mostly 02)

Warning I get VERY heated about certain things. Feel free to ask me about any of these takes if you want to have a RESPECTFUL convo about it.

Fuck 02 Tk oh my god this stupid insensitive BITCH (I'd still kiss his face!!)

DAMMIT they ruined Kari. (I'd still marry her!!)

Yolei is every 14 year old girl (And I never really liked her????)

Cody can do no wrong he could literally bash my skull in and I'd take him for ice cream after <333 This is not a hot take I just love him to death

Piedmon could've been a great ally if it wasn't for the absolutely abusive "father" that was Apocalymon. Like Piedmon was CREATED to be evil and then nobody ever told them otherwise bc they couldn't!! that's not their fault!! (Its yours >:[ /j)

SORATO MAKES NO SENSE. (Taiora makes the smallest amount of sense if you squint REALLY fucking hard.)

Given the context we get, kenyako is a toxic relationship!! First of all, its parasocial, at least at first. Its like if I ended up dating that one tiktoker who makes cute songs about her cat and rainbow slug sensory toys. I have NO clue who she is! Yolei has a celebrity crush, and even ends up more or less HATING him at some point! They hardly interact and I'm supposed to believe that they're just together now? BULLSHIT!

If Myotismon was a human he'd either be a womanizer or a child predator. The second option is mostly just vibes (and also Kay remembering traumatic events involving his older cousin.)

Devimon was hardly a villain he just seemed like a very smart dude who accidentally made his creative outlet mind control

Tk should punch Ken one more time for good measure (I hate seeing Ken hurt but smack him again)

In an attempt to make the 01 kids (+Tk & Kari) seem "more mature now," Toei just made all the ones who get screentime at all fucking assholes (except Izzy he is still perfect)

Koumi makes no sense to me!! Why???? Its just the geek/popular girl troupe how dare you (maybe its better in tri but I will never know because I will never watch Tri I think)

If Koushirou was a villain the others would not stand a FUCKING chance HE STRAIGHT UP HACKED INTO HIS DIGIMON TO MAKE IT DIGIVOLVE they would die in a SECOND

Takari is too cliche for me to even begin caring about

THE 02 KIDS ARE SO FUCKING MEAN THEY LEAVE DAVIS ON A FUCKING ISLAND AND BULLY HIM ALL THE TIME AND WHEN HE GETS HIS GOLDEN DIGIEGG THEN THEY RESPECT HIM

THIS is my most.. passionate take and I will DIE ON THIS HILL. DAVIS IS A WONDERFUL CHARACTER IN AN UNFITTING SITUATION!!

HE IS A 12 YEAR OLD BOY WHO SUDDENLY HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD, AND IS THROWN INTO THE SPOTLIGHT TO BE BERATED FOR NOT KNOWING THE INS AND OUTS OF THE DIGITAL WORLD OR HAVING THE MATURITY TO ADAPT RIGHT OF THE BAT

JUST WEEKS AGO HE WAS PLAYING SOCCER AND GETTING BULLIED BY HIS SISTER AND NOW HE HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD? AND PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO EVEN THINK ABOUT HATING HIM? BULLSHIT!!

You may argue. "but Kay!!" You say. "Yolei and Cody and Ken are more mature!" You whine. "And your art is really cool!" You compliment

Well, first of all thanks, and second of all let me make something clear

Cody was RAISED to be like that™

Yolei has several siblings and has to help run a store! Of course she has to be mature!!

Ken? his goddamn brother died dude. Trauma forces you to grow up way too fast.

Don't even get me STARTED on the angel tamers If you try to make that argument against Davis using THOSE two, who were trapped in the digital world before, you're so mean!!

Davis lived a normal life before all this! He just grew up with the normal responsibilities and household and everything of a 12 year old! He's just a normal kid in a dangerous situation! Are you going to HATE a child for BEING A CHILD? Holy fuck dude!!!

I WILL DIE DEFENDING DAVIS HE IS THE MOST REALISTIC CHILD CHARACTER AND PEOPLE HATE HIM BECAUSE HE'S NOT MENTALLY 20

Anyways uhh if I come up with anything else I'll put it in a reblog

@tangledupblue you wanted to see this post I think-? Sorry if not

Oh also this one will get me hung; I like Taishirou better than Taito. Lol lmao.

[starrycassi]

RavenBand!Neil thoughts

Tws for acephobia, sa and yk, the traditional in aftg. Also I ignore the canon in some a lot of parts. Ah, and this is settled more in a present like time so, bear with me.

I personally love the idea of Nathaniel being SO out of touch with the world. This kids was brought in here from such a young, young age. And since day one, he's been number three.

He's been under Ichiro's wing control all this time, too. His only spare time is divided between some weird game called Exy and stuff like mostly trying to sleep.

Picture this little boy, who isn't even 15 yet, having a routine like: wake up, everything that comes in with self care for a star, daily warming ups and then fucking exploiting himself in both dancing and singing, for as long as his body can hold (and then, just a bit longer)

He then gets up, shakes his spirit until it's awake again and walks off to the room he shares with Jean. Nathaniel is performing in a piano in front of millions when he's not even able to reach the bathroom mirror without standing on his tiptoes yet. He's being perfectly presented to the world when he doesn't even have his own phone.

You know those sort of kids that fuck up their lives to shit like ballet, modelling and such? The ones who shine so brigth that their souls burn in the process? The ones that fight harder and harder every day because in something like art, the older you get the less attention you are given? The ones that cry out of pure rage when shit goes grown because they know how important it is for everything to work out? That's Nathaniel Wesninski, number 3 of the perfect group, brother property of Ichiro Moriyama, son of the butcher and caretaker of Jean Moreau.

So he grows up to be this sort of machine-like person when he's out of his room. The only real friend he has is Jean, because even when Kevin tries to be there, he always ends up running when Riko asks him to, and even if Ichiro finds Nathaniel somewhat better than his actual little brother, he knows what kind of person that man is.

Jean isn't exactly in a different situation, with his life literally being Riko's new toy... until it isn't, because Ichiro decides that if Riko gets Kevin is only fair that Nathaniel gets Jean, as if the two boys are some sort of fancy toys.

So what I'm trying to get to here is Nathaniel and jean bein horribly clueless to shit like sex innuendos. But Nathaniel especially, since he doesn't even feels something along those lines or at least not until some good five or so years after.

Even if Riko insist. So much. Sometimes, he wins those figths. Sometimes he doesn't.

Then they decide to stop being only a group that performs shit like weird ass contemporary dances or classical songs, all of them a very useful front for the business the Moriyamas needed to do. They ALSO become a "k-pop" band (because idk if u can call it that) and it's chaos.

And of course you all know about the sexualization of young artists, so I think that as soon as it's legal to do so, this "quality" of being absent minded to sex of Nathaniel is exploited. Suggestive pics that aren't actually graphic, but they are... interestingly placed and conceptualizd. Out of place comments that he never catches on or plays out as a joke. Riko hovering over him way too much when they are too close. Being asked to behave in certain ways with certain artists because that's what the fans want.

They turn the asexual boy into a sexual fantasy for the public.

Of course he becomes aware of it after Jean gets his own phone and fuck, that is a hard weekend.

But he's also used to it. And as someone who has a lot of bad behaviors, I know how fucking hard it is to get rid of them. Nathaniel just hating human contact when he isn't warned about it but also being all touchy with other people accidentally because he's been teached this since he was a child.

Like, sometimes I feel like people forget that hypersexuality is a response to trauma, too. I've even seen some people use this as some fort of excuse, and it really, really makes me feel so weird.

Just imagine it. Neil (former Nathaniel, and then former Niel) learning that even if he can be a bit too out of line, it's not his fault. He's heard those words before, Jean used to whisper them to him after bad nights, but Jean is Jean, and he can be so soft with Neil sometimes that it scares both of them. For them, those words were the same as saying that everything will be okay or we'll get trough this. They were never real words, they were just an expression of solidarity— just a bunch of attempts to survive in that hell of a place, even if they had it "better" than some of the others.

But then, there's Andrew. Andrew who just fucking kicks him in the legs when Neil attempts to get too close. Who only asks one time if Neil really doesn't like to swing even if they both know he's still being forced to play the game and then never brings the topic up. Andrew who only looks away, humming, that one time Neil had to undress in front of him. Andrew who keeps Nicky in line even when Neil can be seen as interested by the way he behaves. Andrew. Andrew who makes Neil understand what sex should feel like. Who makes him happy and makes him feel like he's floating in the short moments they get to be actually alone. Who makes Neil understand that even if he is pretty, even is he is hot, even if he is wanted, he should never be used. Never, never, never.

And then there is Aaron, see? They're a good duo. Aaron, who only pays attention to his scars when he sees his naked chest. Aaron, who looks like he doesn't care about life but slowly makes sure to never sit too close to Neil when it isn't necessary. Aaron who just straight up hates him but never hurts him. And it makes Neil so relieved and nauseous, to understand that even if he can be annoying, even if he is stubborn, even if he isn't wanted, he should never have to under go horrible punishments. Never, never, never.

[prayer-experience]

Mon. 7/11/22

Divine Nature: I listened to a beautiful song by Cece Woman's called Never Have to be Alone. Such a beautiful song. It made me feel as divine as God intended me to feel. Bubbi cut my hair for me. It was a shorter cut than I imagined but I fell in love with it. Crooked from a man's tired finger and a sleepy wife who put off taking care of herself. I began writing again through this log and have found my art again to express in my own words how I see, how God touches me. Marjorie, my friend expressed how she loves the way I use language and perhaps that is a gift God gives me. I wrote a poem called Celestial Moments and she adored the way I expressed creation and doctrine.

God: I listened to a great podcast on people pleasing with a group of ladies. I had judged the woman speaking awhile back on something I heard her say that I wasn't in agreement with, but her words of wisdom were true in my heart and I apologized to the Lord for judging his daughter when he made all. Such wisdom from this woman's mouth.

Repent: Yesterday was an energy battle to relax and stay up at the same time. I understand why I was fully depleted energy wise. My nervous system acts up when I'm trying to engage with others at church. Perhaps what I watched this morning was a window into my own soul. Being untrusting from trauma makes it difficult for me to recieve genuine love or interest from others. I try to cut the cord before they can hurt me. Most times I don't want people to see my struggle up close. Sundays sometimes are beautiful and other times are such a struggle. Not to mention the jitters I get before bed or the simple act of anything waking me up as a light sleeper can keep me up. I should've allowed myself rest. Sleep is such an important part of my life and I have to use my sunlamp and take my vitamins now.

Bubbi: This morning I watched my husband play a game and asked to play one just to bond. It was similar to among us and he commented that he never thought this game was difficult until he saw me try. You basically have to navigate through the fushia colors of an arena like the sport of ninja warriors except these were colors of a bright cotton candy universe with mini among us players the size of the top two thirds of your fingers fumbling around with other web players. I lasted one game then we watched a few episodes of The Flash. There's not alot of things I can watch, but The Flash is one we can both enjoy. I have to catch up to where my husband left off. Bubbi made sure I had breakfast this morning and I cooked his chicken marinating the day before. I also watched my husband get a start on his new treadmill machine. The music was going livening up the senses while a lady took him on a trip outside. This was a Nordic machine. I was proud of his new beginning. He is also going back to counting his calories.

Family: Encouraged my sister to go on a Big Island Trip as she was pondering to do so. This was my older sister that I initially struggled to have a bond with and God intervened and gave me an easier sister to speak with to ease my anxiety and in turn, perhaps my expectation. God opened a door that I could handle back then. Today I felt like a simple message helped boost my heart in the direction I always wanted to go. She made a montage of my baby brother as she held him as a baby to now growing into a teenager dancing for our culture. It was so beautiful. A line in the song she chose was, Where did the time go? It was perfect. My sister has an artistic soul. We used to gives her such a hard time for posting online all the time and taking photos and now those pictures are all we have and I look back and wonder we should've captured more especially with our Grandmother.

Creation: I revisited a song unfinished l created on Jane Manning James a hero of mine during the pioneer age. She was an African American convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. She joined the Faith and had many miracles of the presence of God in her life that emboldened her stride to set ablaze her faith and testimony in Christ regardless of the turmoil and opposition she faced inside the church and perhaps internally. She lived during the times the Prophets after Joseph Smith put a ban and restriction on the Priesthood on those of African Descent. Anyone who had a drop of blood that was African were not allowed the Priesthood. She battled with the men and stood up for her individual Worth. She was such a testament to me of Faith in the face of opposition. She was not allowed to board a train because she could not provide documentation that she was a freed slave and so her crew had to walk on foot where the rest of the pioneers took the train. They walked until their feet bled and she called out to God and he healed their feet. She was a good friend of the Smiths and lived with them for a time. She was allowed to be near the Seer Stones. I am unsure if she was allowed to view them but she handled the box that kept them. She spoke in tongues which is a rare gift of the Spirit today in our church. Regardless of this restriction her testimony that the prophets were called of God remained. She had two Patriachal Blessings. In her Latter Blessing she was blessed that she would be known as the Mother of Israel and I wanted to honor her story and her name and Legacy through a song.

[goodieghosty]

I am completely redoing the band au, both because I got some new ideas a n d the art is old. Fair warning that this au does get heavy. So yeah, warning for: drugs, alcohol, transphobia, rape, abuse-none of these will be heavily depicted, just mentioned and talked about, and it's better to be safe than sorry

So I'm just gonna jot the ideas down here so I don't forget.

Roman, Patton, and Logan are all in the same band. Remus was originally in the band as well, but left to make his own. He and Roman and their artistic differences and all, as well as Remus feeling as though he was the "back up twin living in Roman's shadow" while growing up lead to the split.

Patton and Roman are childhood friends, Patton joined the second Roman mentioned it. He's always supportive-because he didn't get any support at home, rip. His family did not support him coming out and misgender him even now. Because they're trash.

Logan is that gifted child whose parents pressure into maintaining perfect grades and appearance-and he did so. Until the second the last lecture for the day was over. Man pulled one hell of a Clark Kent and no one realized that the quiet, reserved scholar was also that "flirty goth guy with the resting bitch face". Until Roman found out. And now he's in the band. And now he's finding out that his parents don't actually? Mind how he dresses or acts? So his "act of rebellion" is leaving him with an identity crisis and he doesn't know what to do

Roman-golden child could do no wrong. Social butterfly. All he wants to do is make music with his friends. So busy trying to make people happy that he doesn't realize he'd become a doormat. Very popular around town. Needs to learn to take time for himself, he doesn't have to be everyone's "hero"

Virgil is an enigma. He moved into town to stay with his older brother Remy-after his horrible ex boyfriend outed him as trans to his parents when he broke up with him for stealing his songs-and for manipulating and gaslighting him. Virgil no longer feels comfortable showing his face in public for fear of his ex showing up out of the blue, and so wears a face mask and keeps his hair in his eyes. Main character lookin ass. He loves music. But everything with his ex has left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Remy, Virgil's older brother and fellow "black sheep" of the family. He owns the local music shop and lives in an apartment right above it. He is narcoleptic and has a service dog named Java. Keeps an electric drumset in the backroom just for Virgil to jam out on

Janus and Virgil were friends, until Virgil moved to be with Drake-Drake being the now ex, and had been isolating Virgil completely-when Virgil moved back he didn't find out until he went to buy new guitar strings and saw him at Remy's shop. Janus has always had a crush on Virgil, by the way. They picked their friendship back up from where they left it and things were going great-until Janus went to a party out of town and suddenly Remy is forbidding Virgil from talking to him again. Virgil eventually gets Remy to show him why. There are pictures of Janus and Drake being v e r y close being posted online.

The next time Janus tried to talk to Virgil, he blew up at him. Virgil had confided in him about everything Drake had done and he felt betrayed. What he didn’t know-because Janus couldn't get a word in-was that Janus had been drugged and can't even remember that party. So, yeah. Janus hasn't had his best friend to talk to about something traumatic that happened to him. Fun. He does go to therapy-but it still hurts that Virgil wouldn't hear him out

Remus has tried to join and start so many bands, but they've all been dead ends. Until he met Janus. Now, they're more of a duo but aw well. Who caaares. They mesh well and have been making quite the name for themselves at underground events. Remus still misses his brother-but he's not going back to being in his shadow when he's got his own gig now. Virgil did play with them for a few shows until the fallout with Janus-still keeping his face covered, of course.

Drake is a manipulative, gaslighting, narcissistic asshole. No redemption arc. He has no sob story. He's an asshole just to b e an asshole. He gets a kick out of making people suffer in all kinds of ways. He does not want to change. He's a foul being and if he were real I would throw his ass in a pit and fill it with broken glass and lemon juice

Roman, Logan, and Patton all share the same apartment. Logan's family is uh, very well off and insisted that they pay for the apartment. They gave him an allowance that he never used out of spite and stuck in a savings account while he earned his own money and finishes up college

Roman volunteers everywhere he can in town, while still working part time at a bookstore.

Patton is saving up for top surgery and works all sorts of odd jobs. Mainly dogsitting. He loves animals.

Virgil has online courses and has slowly started to post song covers while never revealing his face.

Now! Onto the Dr.lamp lol

This is going to be a harem. Virgil in some way or form accidentally manages to make all of them fall for him. And he's completely clueless. Because of course he is

Janus already has a crush on him, Virgil finally hearing him out about what happened and apologizing for his behavior towards him helps them bond

Virgil and Patton bond over shitty parents and Virgil helps him to realize some things that really weighed Patton down. Afterwards, Patton is incredibly happy to express himself

Roman spreads himself too thin one day and Virgil takes care of him-even though he didn’t have to. He could have just dropped him off at the apartment but no, Patton and Logan were both out so Virgil chose to stay and look after him. Roman hadn't had anyone go out of their way for him before and the crush started there

Logan, drunkenly, laments about not knowing who he is anymore. And Virgil helps him figure it out, albeit in a smartass way. "Well that's easy, you're Logan." "Yes-but who is Logan?" "Whoever you want him to be."

Virgil convinces Remus to have a talk with Roman. Helping him with his family stuff and helping him realize that he isn't anyone's "back up" really seals the deal.

Virgil will one day admit that he hasn't actually seen his face in a mirror since he started testosterone-a year or so after he started wearing the mask-and doesn't even know what he looks like anymore because it's been so long. Like, four years, maybe. No one pressures him into taking it off, by now they all know the reason why.

But he feels safe around them, so he does. And it's a nice moment. Very sweet

[ncssian]

A Favor: Part Fifteen

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: NSFW!!😈😈 please disregard colorado window tinting laws for this chapter

***

Cassian has yet to regret getting Nesta that personalized record, despite the fact that she plays it everyday on repeat with a near obsession. Is this what true love is? Letting your girlfriend blast the same songs through your home again and again, and never tiring of it? Never tiring of her?

He doesn’t get to ponder on it, because while Nesta spends the week lazing pantsless around the house (“I’m getting ready for the party,” she states while he rubs her feet. “Spiritually and all that.”), Cassian has to figure out how to turn the cabin into an inviting space for forty wealthy guests.

All of Nesta’s shit gets shoved in the back of his bedroom closet. Personal items and framed pictures of the two of them are swiped off any surfaces. Lights go up around the house. Catering is secured.

By the time it’s all finished, the cabin has been stripped of all warmth and familiarity and turned into something chic and upscale, suitable for a small gala. Nesta stares around at the space when it’s done, her face revealing nothing.

Cassian points to the small sitting area on the second floor, directly above the open living room, that leads outside to the wraparound balcony. “We’ll be able to see fireworks from there,” he says. He turns to see Nesta’s face is still carefully blank, the way it is when she’s thinking too many things at once. “You sure you want to do this?” he asks. “It’s not too late to cancel the whole thing.”

She looks at him in horror. “It most certainly is. The party’s tomorrow.”

“Still not too late.” Cassian might not have that much power in the overall Night Court hierarchy, but for Nesta he could figure it out.

She smiles wanly but shakes her head. “We’re doing this, and we’re not letting it go to hell like last time.”

***

Nesta knows her sisters are aware that she’s on the guest list for the party (though she can’t imagine what Cassian’s explanation for that one was), but she still stiffens when she enters the cabin through the open door. Her eyes fall on various men and women that she’s never seen in her life, all glammed up and dripping self-importance, until recognizing Feyre and her boyfriend laughing with an older couple in a corner. The only thing that brings Nesta a little peace is that the snide woman, Amren, isn’t here tonight, having chosen to spend New Year’s with her boyfriend in California instead.

Nesta eases up when nobody takes notice of her, though a few nearby guests throw appreciative glances in her direction. She looks like a disco ball in her sequined wrap dress, and a freezing one at that. She shuts the door behind her, sealing the winter air out, but quickly pulls her hand away from the knob. It feels like the door isn’t hers to touch. She realizes that even though the cabin is her home, no one here except Cassian knows that.

Speaking of Cassian, she needs to find him. Nesta is not such an advanced creature that she knows how to survive in a room full of strangers on her own, and she no longer cares if anyone finds her clinging to Cassian weird.

She makes it three feet before she’s accosted by Morrigan, carrying her usual champagne glass like it’s an extension of her.

“Nesta!” she exclaims, loud and bright as ever. She smiles broadly, with too many teeth. “You’re here.”

Nesta blinks in response. She doesn’t understand how Morrigan benefits from this exaggerated excitement. Is it supposed to be insulting or polite?

“By the way,” Morrigan adds when Nesta doesn’t reply, “what exactly are you doing here?”

A heavy arm slides around Nesta’s shoulders, pulling her close. “I invited her,” says Cassian with a smile. “Because she’s my friend, and this place is practically hers.”

“Oh, I think that’s an exaggeration,” Nesta says sharply, trying to step away from Cassian.

He holds her closer. “No it’s not. We were roomies for over two months, remember?”

Morrigan winces, looking between the two of them. “Right,” she says slowly. “I keep forgetting that. Cassian is like this with everybody,” she says apologetically to Nesta. “Don’t take him too seriously.”

Nesta nods solemnly, wanting this conversation to be over. “I won’t.”

Her exit is made clear when the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it,” she says quickly, escaping from under Cassian’s arm.

Hurrying to the door, she swings it open.

Eris Vanserra stands looking irritated on the other side. He freezes when he sees Nesta, and then his face lifts into a smug grin. “Oh, this is too good.”

“So Cassian Madani was your sugar daddy all along?” Eris asks her later.

“Say sugar daddy one more time. I dare you.” Nesta stands near the stairs with her arms crossed, trying to pretend she isn’t associated with Eris. Which is more than a bit difficult when he keeps badgering her with questions, and Cassian is giving the two of them odd looks from across the room.

“I mean, what are the odds?” he laughs.

“My sister is dating his CEO brother.”

Eris throws her a look of surprise, but Nesta says, “How do you even know him?”

Eris sticks an hors d'oeuvre from a nearby platter in his mouth. “He manages security and logistics at every event Night Court is involved in. Can be a real pain in the ass to work with when I’m trying to get shit done for my dad’s company.”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” she retorts.

They’re interrupted by Feyre and Rhys appearing before them, Feyre with her hostess smile and Rhysand with an inquisitive look on his face. Nesta can’t tell which one of them is more attached to the hip of the other.

“Eris,” Rhysand greets smoothly.

“I see you’re already acquainted with my sister,” Feyre says. Her tone is tense, either because she’s still pissed at Nesta or—even worse—she feels protective of her.

“We’re classmates,” Nesta says tightly. “Does it matter?”

Feyre tries not to look hurt. “No—I just didn’t know.”

“Well, now you do.”

“Ladies,” a new voice says warningly. Cassian’s left whatever droll conversation he was stuck in and made his way over to them.

“Is the entire party congregating here?” Eris looks around himself.

“No, we are not,” Cassian says, all his usual friendliness gone around Eris. “I just came to ask Feyre to talk to the representatives from Spellbreaker before they pull all their money out of our latest operation.”

Feyre’s eyes go wide and her tattooed hand goes to her chest. “That’s not really my job—”

“Oh, come on, darling.” Rhysand slides a hand around her waist. “I’ll go with you; the art of negotiating is easier than it looks.”

Nesta nearly pukes in her mouth, but she maintains a careful blank face until Feyre and Rhysand are successfully out of sight. Cassian turns to Eris with a stony look. “You’re still here?”

Nesta sighs internally; this man has never hidden his feelings in his life.

Eris shares an amused glance with Nesta as if he’s thinking the same thing. “Is there anywhere else I should be right now?” he replies.

“Maybe in hell.”

Nesta claps a hand on Cassian’s shoulder and fakes a smile at Eris. “Tell your brother hi for me,” she says while pulling Cassian away. “I miss talking to a sensible redhead.”

“That’s because you have awful taste,” Eris calls after her. Nesta drags Cassian deep into the hallway, where no one lingers.

She releases him without flourish. “Are you doing okay? Because it seems like you’re having a harder time with this than I am.”

“I’m fine,” Cassian defends. “I was just hit with a terrible memory back there.”

“Like what?”

“That you’re friends with Eris.”

Nesta rolls her eyes. Friends is a very liberal term, but she won’t correct Cassian while he’s acting like this. “Thank you for helping with Feyre and Mor,” she says instead. “I didn’t need it, but I still appreciate it.” It’s a hard thing to admit, but she wants him to hear it.

“I was just trying to get you alone,” he says, leaning against the bathroom door. “I’ve been trying to get you alone all night.”

Nesta looks him up and down, from his white dress shirt and tied back hair to his uncharacteristically polished shoes. “For what?” she says warily. “If this is about a sex thing, don’t bother. There’s nowhere in this house for us to go without raising suspicion.”

Cassian pushes off the door with a dark look. “I wasn’t going to suggest staying in the house.” He holds a bronzed hand out toward her. “Wanna get out of here?”

***

Cassian doesn’t remember how he ever managed to fit all six-four of himself into the cramped backseat of his truck when he was fucking girls in college, but for Nesta he figures it out somehow.

Her pretty little dress is shoved down to her midriff, baring her arms and flushed breasts, and her skirt is bunched up high enough that Cassian can watch as he moves his fingers inside her. The glow of lights from the cabin lands on her perfect face as she throws her head back in pleasure, and he can only watch her in awe.

He laughs lowly when she whimpers and eases a third finger into her wet heat, in no rush to return to the party anytime soon. Let them all wonder where he and Nesta wandered off to.

But Nesta has far less patience than him; she pulls him in for a frenzied kiss and uses the distraction to slide her hand into his boxer briefs, palming his cock. He groans into her mouth as she pulls out the length of him from his unzipped pants, and it’s at that very moment that two voices interrupt their panting.

“Thanks,” a muffled female voice says from outside the truck. Cassian looks up through the dark tinted windows to find—Jesus Christ—Mor accepting a cigarette from Rhys. The two of them stand some feet away from the truck, unaware that anyone is occupying it.

“Some way to end the year,” Rhys is saying, watching the clear night sky. Nesta’s gone completely still beneath Cassian, not needing to get up and look to know who stands in the driveway. “Would have been even better without Nesta terrorizing Feyre at every turn.”

Sickness turns Cassian’s stomach at hearing such ugly words about Nesta come from his brother, but that sickness is quickly replaced by rage as Mor huffs a laugh. “She’s not that bad,” Mor says, taking a pull from her cigarette. “Though I could do without the attitude at every damn gathering.”

Rhys clicks his tongue. “She’s always been like that, even when the sisters were kids. It kills Feyre.”

Cassian glances down at Nesta, terrified of what he’s going to find on her face. But Nesta doesn’t look hurt or enraged like he expects. Instead, she’s listening closely with her brows furrowed, studiously intrigued.

Noticing Cassian’s attention on her, she meets his eyes and her breath hitches. A blush takes over her cheeks, and she clenches involuntarily around the fingers still deep inside her. Cassian realizes that his fury is written all over his face. And she likes it.

His anger at his friends flickers—or rather, transforms. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of Nesta. He sits up a bit straighter and kneels properly on the backseat, earning a curious look from her. Hunching so his head doesn’t hit the truck ceiling, he wraps his hands around her thighs and maneuvers her legs up, up until they’re hooked over his shoulders. She nearly chokes at the new position.

He adjusts them so his cock is pressed right up against her sex, and looks out the window again, where Rhys and Mor are still talking. It’s all idle gossip, he knows, but... “What do you think, baby?” He slides his length over her slick folds. “Should I go out there and defend your honor?”

“Absolutely not,” Nesta gasps, shaking her head.

“And it’s like when she’s not quiet as a brick, she’s being rude,” Mor rants outside, flicking her cigarette. “I know Cass is friendly with everybody, but I have no idea what he was thinking inviting her here.”

“Oh, she’s not so quiet when I have my head between her legs,” Cassian murmurs at Mor. He glances down at Nesta with a knowing smirk. “She’s not so rude when I give her the right incentive, either.” He pats her bottom lip with his thumb, the bright red lipstick smearing. “Isn’t that right, Nes?”

“Bastard.” Nesta squirms, trying to line up her entrance with the head of Cassian’s cock. She’s not even listening to the conversation outside anymore.

“I think he likes her,” Rhys says, his breath clouding in the freezing night air. If only he knew. “We don’t always use reason when it comes to people we like.”

“Maybe,” Mor ponders. “But I can’t imagine it going anywhere. They’re too different.”

“I disagree,” Cassian mutters. He finally gives in to Nesta’s efforts and pushes inside her, sliding to the hilt in one thrust. She claps a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan.

“There are plenty of things we have in common, don’t you think, Nesta?” He sets a steady rhythm with his hips, pumping in and out of her. “Like how well we fit together.” Her head bumps the car door with every thrust.

“You—you’re gonna rock the truck,” Nesta tries to whisper. Cassian hides his smile in the crook of her knee at the rare use of informal contraction. She’s adorable.

“We wouldn’t want that to happen,” he teases, leaning forward to take a pert nipple into his mouth. A whimper slips past her lips; she’s nearly bent in half beneath him. With this new, deeper angle, Cassian moves slow enough that Nesta feels every solid inch of him.

His loose hair falls around his face as he drops his head to the center of Nesta’s chest. It takes every bit of restraint he knows not to suckle at the space between her breasts, not to leave reddened marks there that everyone will be able to see when they go back inside. But damn if this position isn’t driving him crazy.

Mor, Rhys, everything beyond the haven of the truck falls away. He doesn’t know if anybody is still outside, or if people have noticed his and Nesta’s absence from the party. He doesn’t care, not as he swears and thrusts particularly deep into her tight warmth.

Even her hand can’t contain the sound she makes at that.

Cassian moves one of his own hands to the crown of Nesta’s head, creating a barrier between her and the car door. With his other arm, he locks her thighs into place against his chest, and begins slamming relentlessly into her.

“CassianCassianCassian—”

He silences her with a searing kiss, and flicks her clit with a calloused thumb. Nesta scrabbles at his arms, at the seat upholstery, as her orgasm crashes into her. Her walls milk his cock almost painfully, and with a few more thrusts he’s coming, too.

As he rides out his climax, he intertwines their fingers together and presses them to the freezing window. Outside, there is no one to see the handprint they leave on the fogged up glass.

***

Nesta needs a moment to catch her breath while Cassian zips himself up. Leaning against the hard truck door, she achingly fits one arm back into the sleeve of her dress, then the other. “I think I have a bruise from where that seatbelt buckle stabbed me in the ribs,” she mutters.

“Where?” Cassian looks her over, but she waves him away and reaches over to dig in the back pocket of the driver’s seat, finding a packet of makeup wipes she left there some weeks ago. She plucks out a wipe for herself and tosses the rest of the packet at Cassian’s chest, which is covered in her lipstick marks.

He accepts the wipes with a “thanks” and begins rubbing at his reddened mouth and neck. Nesta watches him instead of wiping at her own lipstick, taking in whatever the light of the moon highlights: his unbuttoned shirt, his loose hair that fell forward into her face while they fucked, his skin peppered with her marks.

He notices her stare. “What?” he says, smiling.

“Have you ever done that before?” She nods outside to where Mor and Rhys were standing ten minutes ago. It wasn’t exhibitionism since nobody had seen them, but it still felt... dirty.

Cassian snorts, starting to button up his shirt. “I’ve done far worse.” He meets her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten off to the sound of other people shit-talking my girl, though, so that’s new.”

Nesta blushes, and pretends to look around for her shoes to hide the reaction. She’s always known her bedroom experience was pathetically limited, but she’s just now starting to realize how much of that was Tomas’s fault. Not only was he boring when it came to sex, but he left her too hurt and untrusting to try anything with other men until Cassian came along.

Cassian nudges Nesta’s knee, and she finds him already holding her heels. Instead of letting her take them, he takes her feet and starts putting them on for her. “Clean yourself up,” he directs as he buckles a silver strap into place. “It’s almost an hour to midnight.”

Right. Cassian tosses her her panties, and she uses them to clean up the mess between her thighs before discarding them on the floor. “Don’t—” he tries to protest, but sighs and gives up. “You’re filthy.”

“You love it.” She picks up her forgotten makeup wipe to scrub at her smeared makeup. “Do I look okay?” She turns her face to him after a moment so he can check.

“You missed a spot.” He takes the wipe and rubs at her chin. “There,” he says softly, gazing more intimately at her than usual. “Beautiful.”

She most certainly doesn’t look beautiful right now, with the mess that’s been made of her face and hair. But he seems to believe it all the same.

I love you. The thought comes to her suddenly, unexpectedly.

“What?” Shock turns Cassian’s face.

Nesta blinks, realizing the words weren’t only in her head. “What?”

“You said—”

“I said ‘Let’s get out of here’,” she says quickly, swinging her legs down from the seat and reaching for the door handle. “Let’s go!”

She shoves out of the truck without waiting for Cassian and foots it for the cabin, breathing harshly like she just fell from a great height.

***

Nesta goes straight to the master bedroom to redo her makeup and pick up a new pair of underwear. She knows it’s cowardly to leave Cassian downstairs, stuck chatting with wealthy donors and unable to follow her, but she won’t let him confront her about the confession that spilled back in the truck. Not yet.

When she finally finds the courage to stick her head out of the room, she nearly jumps at the sight of Azriel leaning against the hallway wall.

“What are you doing in my brother’s room?” he says, as if he was waiting for her to come out.

The best lies are half-truths. “Avoiding people,” she answers vaguely, exiting the room fully and shutting the door behind her. She clears her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Snooping.” He pushes off the wall and slides his hands into his pockets. “It’s interesting; I don’t think I’ve seen you all night, and now I find you in Cassian’s bedroom of all places.”

What is this, an interrogation? “I’m good at blending in,” Nesta says. “Few people ever notice me.”

“And I’m good at observing,” Azriel retorts, dark amusement gleaming in his gaze. “Where did you run off to earlier?”

Nesta looks him up and down, too bored to bother answering him. “I’m going to go now.” She shoves past his shoulder and walks away, leaving him too stunned to follow.

She comes across Elain near the top of the stairs.

“Nesta,” her sister says in surprise. Her brown eyes flicker past Nesta’s shoulder, to where Azriel still lurks in the hallway. She looks back to Nesta. “I wasn’t sure if you actually came tonight. I haven’t seen you at all.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hanging around.” Nesta waves a dismissive hand. It’s like Christmas Eve never happened between them. That’s the wonderful and terrible thing about sisters, Nesta supposes: there are no apologies, only moving on and moving past.

“Well, you look like you’re doing good.” Elain seems distracted. “I wish we could talk more, but I don’t have time for a fight tonight.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Azriel says, who’s snuck up behind Nesta. “If it’s me you’re worried about, I was just about to leave.” He’s addressing Elain, but won’t quite look her in the eyes. He turns to Nesta instead. “Happy New Year.” And then he’s gone down the stairs.

Elain stands there looking torn, wondering if she should go after him or not, but then Nesta says, “Why do you assume I would start a fight?”

“I—”

“Because if I remember correctly, our last fight was started by you.” She crosses her arms.

Elain sighs. “I just said I don’t have time for this.”

“I’m asking a question in response to a comment you made unprovoked.” When Nesta is calm, she can talk circles around Elain all night.

Elain throws her hands up. “It was just a stupid comment! I said it because we argue all the time. I can’t remember the last time we talked without arguing.”

“September twenty-eighth,” Nesta snaps.

Elain’s mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. You got the loan for your flower shop approved and you called me to celebrate. I was happy for you.”

Elain shakes her head, but Nesta can’t read what she’s feeling. “You remember the most inconsequential things.”

It doesn’t sound like an insult, so Nesta shrugs. “Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.” She turns to go on her way. Of course, Elain doesn’t stop her. She’s never been one to get in the last word.

***

It’s ten minutes to midnight and Cassian still hasn’t been able to get a hold of Nesta since she ran from the truck. He doesn’t know why she’s running from such a simple truth, but he doesn’t plan on giving her much more time to hide. He has so much he needs to say to her—

A hand comes down on his shoulder as he’s about to slip away upstairs to find Nesta. Cassian turns to find Rhysand there, wearing the serious face he only uses for work-related business. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Cassian is not in the mood. He already had to repress the urge to find Mor and Rhys and tear into them when he returned to the party, and now he’s not sure if he can manage a conversation with his brother without snapping. Without spilling everything he’s worked so hard to hide.

“Not now,” Cassian says, trying to act chill. “It’s almost midnight and I’m trying to catch the...” He trails off as his eyes catch on Nesta, who’s appeared at the second floor sitting area with Eris.

“...fireworks,” he finishes. He turns to Rhys. “Let’s go upstairs to watch.” Half the guests, including the rest of his friends, are probably already outside for the countdown.

He keeps his eyes on Nesta as he climbs the stairs. Watching as she takes notice of him and quickly turns away, smiling at Eris instead. She lets the dickhead place his hand on her back to guide her out to the balcony.

Rage and disbelief take Cassian by the throat. Hiding in another man’s arms to avoid him? Coward fucking move, Archeron.

She steps outside with Eris, and before Cassian can follow he’s stopped once again by Rhys grabbing his arm. “Cass, will you slow down and listen to me for a minute?”

“What is it?” he snaps impatiently. They’re stopped at the top of the stairs, and other guests flow past them as they head for the balcony doors.

Rhys inhales, getting visibly irritated. He says, “I got a call from one of our overseas partners the other day—”

“Rhys!” Feyre calls from the balcony doors, waving her arms at him. “Get your ass over here, it’s almost midnight!”

Rhys turns to his girlfriend, his face lightening. “Be right there, darling.” He gives Cassian a sharp look. “We’ll finish this later.”

Cassian only nods and whirls on his heel, nearly shoving people out of his way to get outside. To get to Nesta.

Up on the wraparound balcony and down below on the frosty ground, guests are lined up with their partners, wrapped up in coats and eagerly awaiting midnight. He barely feels the cold, but he knows Nesta must. He should have grabbed a coat for her.

“Thirty seconds to midnight!” someone announces, answered by loud cheers.

Spotting shining red hair, Cassian grabs Eris by the suit jacket and whirls him around. “Where’s Nesta?” he demands over the loud chatter.

Eris makes a face like he’s been manhandled by a filthy dog. “Clearly not with me,” he retorts, shoving Cassian’s hand off him. “She got all pissy and went that way.” He gestures at a faraway section of balcony where most of the guests are crowding, hoping for an optimal view of the fireworks.

“TEN!” Someone starts the countdown. Others quickly catch on.

“NINE!” Cassian heads in the direction Eris pointed, searching through the sea of glitter and gold for a glimpse of Nesta.

“EIGHT!” He hears his friends calling after him distantly, asking where he’s going.

“SEVEN!” He catches sight of Nesta.

��SIX!” He doesn’t know what he’s thinking as he navigates through the crowd, reaching for her. But he knows she’s shining brighter than the moon right now. He knows he’s been fooling himself since the moment she stepped into his cabin this past September.

“FIVE!”

He closes in on her, her back turned to him.

“FOUR!”

Let’s not go out of our way to hide this anymore, they agreed after Christmas Eve. Let’s just be ourselves around our friends and family, and they’ll find out when they find out.

“THREE!”

In Cassian’s defense, he’s simply being himself in this moment.

“TWO!”

He takes Nesta by the elbow and spins her around. She meets his eyes in surprise. “Cassian. I was looking for you—”

“ONE!”

He pulls her into his arms and kisses her.

***

a/n: punk 57 was a shit book but i gotta give it credit for the truck scene

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Toshiya’s Creativity Vol 6: In those days Interview with Toshiya's old friend Hide Tanaka, a floral designer. Tanaka is a valuable person for Toshiya since he knew him even when he was young. By chance, both of them are now in creative professions, but now as they're getting older, what do they think of each other? From childhood memories to the present day.  It was a conversation that can only happen between two childhood friends.  “It’s scary to try to do something. But you can’t get it unless you try”

Notes before reading: This is from ‘Toshiya’s creativity’, the serialization done by Ster Edge Magazine and later compiled into a book with the same name. This is Vol 06 (Ster Edge 005), which was published in December 2017. Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts. Links or credits to this post when the content is reposted or captured in other SNS is appreciated :) ---- Toshiya and Hide, friends since they were kids. From Hide’s point of view, how was Toshiya at that time? Hide: Toshiya was like a cool older brother. When we were little, we sang weird songs together while playing the guitar at home, we took baths together… Toshiya: That’s embarrassing (laughs). Hide: Toshiya was different from the people that were around me, he was also different from my siblings, so it was fun to hang out with him. Every time we met, there have been various changes in Toshiya. I had the impression he was enjoying his life by doing what he wanted to do. Toshiya: To be honest, rather than having fun, I could only do things that I liked. I guess it looked like I was doing what I thought it was good. Hide: I thought "I want to play an instrument", but I didn't do it after all. At that time, Toshiya started playing bass, he made me listen to a lot of music saying “this is cool” and told me about bands and instruments. It was cool. Toshiya: He’s been stylish since he was a boy and had a unique appearance.  I didn’t know anyone like him. It’s amazing that we still get along like this even after we became adults. I’m glad. Hide was originally a salaryman who worked in the financial industry. However, when he saw the smile of a person who was giving flowers, he thought, "I want to do a job that makes people smile," and he went to France to study floral design. Hide was 30 at the time. Toshiya: When we were drinking, he told me “I’m studying to become an independent floral designer”, I thought “what is this guy talking about?” (laughs). Hide: I didn't think I would go into the path of flowers because I wasn't interested in flowers at all. The people in my company and those around me told me “Why flowers?” (laughs).It was hard to make them understand. However, I went this way because the feeling of "I want to impress people through flowers and make them smile" was stronger than the anxiety this could cause me. Rather than "I like flowers”, for me, flowers were a way to make people smile. As Toshiya is doing music….I also…. I didn’t think about it at that time but, I've been watching Toshiya impressing people with live performances and music, so I may have been influenced by that. Toshiya, who I've been friends with since I was little, has come to play lives in various amazing places all the time. As I've been watching that for a long time, maybe because of that I started admiring Toshiya. AFRIKA ROSE, the shop where Hide works, is based on the concept of delivering the highest quality African roses to the world. Hide: AFRIKA ROSE, where I work, imports roses from Kenya, and not only  people in Japan is happy with  African roses, but also revitalizes the employment at rose plantations. About a year after I became independent, I got to know a representative of AFRIKA ROSE and I thought  it was perfect for me as I wanted to be useful not only in terms of art and creativity. Toshiya: I think it’s the best if you can avoid having regrets about something  you thought “this is what I want to do”. We are on different paths, but our thoughts, what we aspire to and the things we want to do are close. We have a good relationship. Hide: I don't think the relationship with Toshiya has changed for a long time, but as we grew older, I started to think “I wonder if I can talk about personal things with him” or “I wonder if he can understand if I talk about this”. Toshiya is the kind of person who can talk about various things. Two childhood friends who have been close friends since then have end up in creative positions, even though they are in different industries. This relationship can be encouraging and inspiring, as adults often lose contact with their childhood friends. Hide: I'm not very conscious of it, but I think I'm naturally inspired by Toshiya. If I wasn’t into the path of flowers, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to do this interview or to collaborate with Toshiya’s brand. I think this is like a dream. Toshiya, how old were you when you started playing music? Toshiya: In my teens…. Hide: I’m sure you were still a high school student. When I was a teenager, even if I thought about things I wanted to do or what I wanted to in life I didn’t come to any conclusion. But when I finally turned 30, I felt like I knew what I wanted to do. Toshiya found what he wanted to do when he was a teenager though. In addition, I think it’s amazing he has been doing it all the time, getting goods results. When I see he is always thinking about the next stage without being satisfied with the current situation, after all, just the word “respect” comes to my mind. Also, he is not only in that stoic position, but I think you enjoy both your work and your private life. It seems like he is not only working hard but also enjoying his private life in a balanced way. I’ve been thinking for a long time where did you learn how to do that?....how do you do it? Toshiya: Well, I don't think I'm balancing both at all. It looks like I’m thinking about how to do it, but in fact I’m not thinking about I t too much. Of course, I think about it sometimes but, even if I do it, I can’t get an answer. I’m doing it in a pretty hit-or-miss manner. So, is his behaviour generally intuitive? Toshiya: Yes, I think it’s ok to try something because it looks fun. I guess anything is fine for me when it comes to do things. I've come this far with the feeling that I'll do what I can do while I can. There are times I have seconds thoughts and I’m afraid to try to do something. But I can’t get it unless I try to do it.  I feel I’m like that now after repeating that process several times. Toshiya, who has been pursuing music for many years, is somewhat elusive and certainly has a mysterious aura. In the wake of Hide's question, the conversation focused on Toshiya's mentality and philosophy of life. Hide: I also thought about what kind of things are you influenced by and what are you interested in. I've always been interested in that. Is there something that you refer to when you are creating something? Is there someone or something that you focus in when you are creating or not? Like, what are you aiming for? Toshiya: I think all that happens in front of me affects me. If you are living your life, you will see and hear various things, right? Rather than being influenced by a particular person or thing, I think it’s that kind of things that naturally makes me up. I think my daily trivialities are the most important thing for me, and that’s what influences me the most. Each person has their own filter about what to pick up from your daily life. What might be interesting for me, for other people might not be interesting at all. I think that's fine. So, about what I’m aiming for?….. I wonder if someone…..nobody, nothing. But my job is standing on the front of a stage so sometimes I think about how I want to be, how I want to show that. Since I was a teenager, I’ve always had thought about the person I wanted to become, and I’ve been thinking what I should do to be able to become like that.  What I want to become has been changing all the time. At that time, I wanted to be like this, but when I come closer to that, I want to be a different person. I feel like I’m repeating that pattern all the time. What kind of person I’m becoming? What I’m thinking? How I’m going to die?  I just think about it. So what kind of person does Toshiya want to be now? Toshiya: Hmm…..it’s a vague image though. “I wish I would be like this in 5 years”, “I wish I would be like this in 10 years”….Now, I want to be 50 as soon as possible. When I was in my teens and twenties, I couldn’t even imagine myself at my current age, I couldn’t even imagine becoming 30 (laughs). Only since I turned 30, I started to think  a bit about the future. I want to be 50 or 60 soon. At that point, I feel like I can finally become an adult (laughs) The word "adult" came out of Toshiya's mouth because of the words “the person he wants to be”. It’s his future self. We are going to explore further what he means with “adult”. Toshiya: Somehow, I think you are an adult when you are able to manage your stuff. This is just an example but, when I was in my teens and twenties, I think it was natural for me to have my parents around. But I don’t think I’ll have my parents forever, and when I turn 50 or 60, I don't even know if my parents will still be alive. Like, when I become the elder of the family, maybe I can finally stand on my own. Because of that, I think I’ll become an adult when I’m 50 or 60. Toshiya looks not only at the "present" but also at the "future". It seemed that he expected himself to change as he walked toward the future. And the "past" had a great influence on his mentality looking into the future. Toshiya: It's fun to change myself. It may be because the past cannot be changed. The past. ….of course I have good memories, but do you rather feel embarrassed about the past? Like when you look at old commemorative photos, isn’t it awkward/embarrassing? For me, the past it's embarrassing and never disappears. That’s why I once thought it can’t be helped, so instead of hiding the past, you have to admit it. Maybe living is always embarrassing, isn’t it? I feel like every day I’m doing a confession (laughs). The past is embarrassing. In other words, Toshiya was able to become a new person because he became what he wanted to be at that time, and he is moving forward as he gets older. So does the present and the future as well as there is a past behind. "I'm embarrassed about the past" says Toshiya, "I don't want to deny the past." That belief comes because there were people who liked him. Toshiya: I don't like denying my past because it seems like I'm denying the people who liked me at the time. Some people liked me when I was young and even if I feel embarrassed now, there were people who lived on it. Some people may still remember me in the past and think "I like it". Wouldn’t you hate that someone denied what you like? That’s why I thought “Let’s stop denying what we were in the past”. Because there were people who liked who I was, I am what I am now. This time, a collaboration between Hide and the fashion brand produced by Toshiya "DIRT 100% NATURAL DIRTY" has been done. So far, Hide's work is the first floral present from him to Toshiya. It was natural for two people who had a close relationship with each other from an early age to work together but it seems that they are deeply moved by their emotions. Toshiya: When we were drinking together, we talked about it and say "I wish we could do something together", and this time it came true. Hide: Toshiya has a lot of acquaintances.I think some of them are into flowers too. Even so, I'm really happy he reached me out to do this. I thought I had to make a good product because he asked me for it, and I think that kind of feeling lead me to do a better work. I also thought when Toshiya makes a song, he creates it while wanting to deliver something good to the fans who are going to listen it. Toshiya: The work he made is really amazing, isn't it? After all, the image of him from my childhood still remains, so he can really do it (laughs). Hide: (Laughs). I made a flower arrangement on a wire female-shaped mannequin so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t  too cute and sweet. Toshiya is cool for me so I made it while thinking how could I express that? Today my heart was thumping wildly until he saw it. Toshiya: I think it's a really wonderful work, and I'm grateful for it. It's surprisingly rare to be able to work with someone you've known since you were a kid when you're an adult. Hide: Friends that  once were chased by a dog (laughs). Toshiya: Well, that really happened to us (laughs). I think it's very miraculous to be able to do this with this person. By the way, is there a plan for the next collaboration?

Toshiya: I think saying forcibly something like “let’s do this” or “let’s do that” in this moment is a little bit different but, if we keep doing our stuff, I think there will be another moment  we will be like “let’s do this” and our paths may cross again. Finally, we ask Toshiya about what does he think about flowers. He said “I don’t think much about flowers” but, he said it with a grin of embarrassment. Toshiya :…… It's a very embarrasing thing to say but, I like giving flowers quite a lot (laughs). Hide: Yes, that’s true. You told me that before. He also asked me for flowers to give them to his mother. Overseas, flowers are given as something common but Japan doesn’t have that kind of culture. I want Toshiya to say firmly “I like to give flowers”. After that, I hope to build together a culture of giving flowers here (laughs). Toshiya: Don’t drag me into that (laughs). Hide:  We can have a common goal (laughs). Toshiya was in a really relaxed mood during his conversation with Hide.  In a room where you could easily imagine their childhood together when they are laughing together. We were able to see a different face of Toshiya again. --- Toshiya’s voice A conversation with my childhood friend Hide. It was kind of strange. I met him only once after this conversation but recently we have been in contact by email. I’m not an organized person and it’s difficult to meet as we are both busy. After shooting, I bought a rose and went home, but I really waited for this a long time. By the way, we did the photoshoot when new year was approaching so we encountered a group of people who were drunk that tried to enter into Hide’s shop even though it was closed (laughs).

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Create for Thra, Day 2: Original Characters (Post 2 of 2)

And now for my “baby gelfs”. I’m very nervous about introducing these to the wider world, so hopefully you all like them :). Once again, these babies are from my Maudra series. I can’t draw, and as such I don’t have any art to share - I hope you enjoy these little word sketches and the short excerpt from a piece I’m working on at the end.

Elidi – Drenchen

Elidi is the eldest daughter of Maudra Naia and Amri. She is the perfect combination of her parents. Her skin is like her mother’s, deep green with a hint of gold. Her eyes are bright blue with gold flecks – in the dark, her pupils get just as large as her father’s, rendering her iris nearly unnoticeable. During the day, her pupils are only slightly larger than a daylighter’s – it’s enough to make her sensitive to light, though, and she often wears clothing with hoods to drape over her head when the three suns are at their highest point. Her hair reaches to the middle of her thighs and is done in the traditional style of the Drenchen maudren with decorated locks and beaded braids. It is silvery-white just like her father’s, except for the streaks of deep Drenchen blue and a lighter Grottan teal. She is petite. She inherits her wings from her father’s side of the family, though they are black, purple, and indigo just like her mother’s. Elidi is cautious – though she is fierce just like her mother, she also has her father’s tendency to investigate her circumstances before charging into them. She doesn’t trust immediately, and she has a knack for reading people’s emotions and seeing through any artifice. Elidi studies vliyaya and healing with her mother and Aunt Eliona in addition to preparing to be the next Drenchen maudra. She is an extroverted introvert and prefers to spend time with family and close friends wherever possible. Although she is good in front of a crowd, being in the spotlight fills her with a nervous energy. Luckily for her, she looks less like she’s nervous and more like she’s on the prowl when she fidgets. The clan knows her to be a competent healer and leader and trusts her in her position as second-in-command to Maudra Naia.

Oria – Drenchen

Oria is Naia and Amri’s second child and is two trine younger than Elidi. She’s only a few inches shorter than her father. She inherited her intensity and her Drenchen wings from her mother, but the rest of her is all Grottan. Oria’s hair is the same silvery-white as her father’s. The humidity in Sog makes her hair slightly wavy, but by mid-day, it is almost always straight and heavy. She keeps it long, though not as long as Elidi’s, and she only keeps a few braids in her hair as a marker of her status. As her father’s star apothecary and alchemy apprentice, Oria can usually be found in the workshop, her hair messy and tied back away from her face, and goggles strapped over her eyes. Her eyes are bright gold, and her gaze is so sharp that she can intimidate people easily. Like her sister, her pupils can expand and contract depending on the ambient light. She doesn’t look much like either one of her parents, but she is a spitting image for Amri’s mother. Though she inherited her wings from Naia’s side of the family, they are a bright teal blue and glistening silver. With high cheekbones and skin that is closer to gray than green, Oria’s unique looks in the swamp of Sog make her stand out – and she loves it. While her older sister is uncomfortable in the spotlight, Oria lives for it. She’s the life of every room, and she wears her emotions on her sleeve. People know where they stand with Oria – she doesn’t wait for the invocation of hard-talk to express her feelings. She loves the water, and if she’s not in the workshop, she’s likely exploring the lakes and waterways of Sog. Oria is likely to get herself into trouble at any opportunity, and she treats rules more like guidelines. She is fiercely competitive with her younger brother, and though she is happy in her chosen career, she longs to see the world – but she can’t leave the swamp. No one can.

Zain – Drenchen

Zain is Naia and Amri’s third child and is only one trine younger than Oria. Zain is mostly deaf (except for low tones like thunder), and he uses the Dousan sign language to communicate. He is a carbon copy of his father, and during his younger years, he even wore the same hairstyle. As a young adult, he changes his style, shaving both sides of his head and keeping the rest secured back in a braided tail or bun. Zain’s skills with healing vliyaya rival those of his oldest sister, and he trains alongside her to become an advanced healer. Like Oria, he is extroverted; however, he keeps his emotions on lockdown. He values his family above all else, and though he is fiercely competitive with Oria, they have an intensely close bond. He also has a close bond with his baby sister, Zenna, and is the one Elidi goes to for advice due to his level head and calm demeanor.

Shiri – Grottan

Shiri is Deet and Rian’s second child. She was born only months before Oria, and they grew up as the best of friends. Shiri is very shy and doesn’t make new friends easily – as such, her circle is very small. Shiri’s childhood is marked by periods during which her mother is overwhelmed by grief at the loss of Shiri’s older brother, Jen. Shiri never gets the chance to know him, but she feels like she is always in his shadow. Though she is raised to follow in her mother’s footsteps as the next Grottan maudra, Shiri isn’t sure she wants to be a maudra at all. She’s got an ear for music, and she’d much rather become a song teller. She learns to play her father’s old lute in her spare time. Shiri’s got Rian’s tan skin and blue coloring, but she has Deet’s messy hair and long ears. Her eyes can adjust to the ambient light, and they are a deep blue color like her father’s. Her hair is a dirty brown with streaks of Stonewood blue, and her wings have the characteristic bright blue and orange coloring common among the Stonewood. She is the same height as her mother, and she’s quiet most of the time – unless she’s singing, that is.

Koa – Sifa

Koa’s parents are both Drenchen; however, they left Sog long ago to join the Sifa. Koa grew up on white sand beaches and on the decks of ships, but he’s always wanted to see the mainland and explore the swamps where his parents grew up. Koa is tall for a Gelfling, and he’s also bulky from his days manning the sails and loading/unloading cargo. He’s got Drenchen locks, but they are covered with Sifan bells and golden trinkets. As a young adult, Koa gets a job working on Elder Onica’s ship, which docks in Sog’s port city of Seaside, only a day’s kayaking distance from the Great Smerth.

Zenna – Drenchen

Zenna is Naia and Amri’s youngest child. Born ten trine after Zain, she is the baby of the family. She looks like her mother, though her eyes are Amri’s dark honey brown. Like her Uncle Gurjin, she is usually unruffled and steady of temperament. Though she isn’t yet sure what she wants to become, she knows she loves the ocean.

 And now, an excerpt from mah girl Elidi’s POV:

“She watches the ripples on the surface above as she drifts in the current. The water is cool along her neck, crisp in a way she isn’t yet used to. She knows the concept of cold, though she’s never felt it herself before. The water isn’t cold, yet, but it has certainly changed.

The rains have not stopped for three days. The waters surrounding Great Smerth have long-since spilled over the edges of the Glenfoot, and the islands Elidi grew up knowing have vanished beneath the surface of the swollen lake. It is almost as if they never existed at all. Like her people, they are hidden away, waiting for the storm to pass.

Has it passed? She looks at the line of crystal embedded in the bluestone on the lakebed. Though the vein went clear three days ago when the suns burned as one, Elidi still hasn’t touched it. She doesn’t think she ever will. She tried once when she was a childling. Her mother had been nearby and tugged her away. Naia had clung to her when they’d surfaced, and she’d shouted at Elidi as she never had before or since. She hadn’t been angry – she’d been terrified. It’s a sound that’s never left her. 

There is a great splash at the edge of the Glenfoot, and Elidi rights herself in the water column as her sister plunges to the very bottom of the lake. Oria’s at her side with two pumps of her wings, and she raises her hand immediately. Elidi presses her palm to Ori’s, and her sister’s anxious voice fills her mind.

They’re waiting for you in Mum’s chamber. They’ve been telling everyone that we need to leave Great Smerth.

Elidi’s brow wrinkles, and she looks past the ripples at the towering heights of her home. Her mother’s balcony is only three levels up. She’s accustomed to seeing her mother standing there, proud and wild. But the balcony is empty, save for the wind and the rain and stray apeknot leaves knocked loose in the deluge.

We’re not leaving Great Smerth. It’s just a bit of rain. Elidi kicks for the surface, and Ori stays with her, hand in hand.

Aunt Pemma is with them. She’s trying to keep them from starting a panic. She thinks we’re fine here in Smerth, but she wants to evacuate New Domrak.

Have they found Deet, yet?

Oria pulls her hand away. Her expression is all the answer Elidi needs, and the two girls continue to the surface surrounded only by the muffled silence of the water.

They glide over the submerged Glenfoot and toward the stairs that lead into the Great Smerth. Elidi plants her feet on the lowest stair and as soon as her head clears the water, her sense of peace is shattered. The glade is louder than she’s ever heard it. People are calling out to one another on the rope and wood pathways strung through the canopy above, and as Gelfling move their belongings out of the residences on the ground floor, the Stone’s Way echoes in a cacophony of anxiety.

She takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she climbs the staircase, exiting the lake and entering the great tree. She keeps her head high, attempting to project a sense of confidence that she doesn’t feel. When will Mother come back? she asks herself. Perhaps they’ll stop panicking when Mother comes back…

Oria remains at her side, only one step behind, all the way to the third floor landing. Elidi can hear the council members bickering all the way in the hall, and she exchanges a frustrated glance with her sister before entering the room.

She stands tall and says nothing until they all look at her and come to a silence. It’s something her mother taught her long ago, and with her short stature, it’s a technique she depends on to gain attention. Her Aunt Pemma gives her a firm nod of approval, and she can feel Oria standing behind her, tall and firm. She’ll hug her sister and her aunt later. For now, she has a job to do.

She catches every eye in the room, then raises a single eyebrow. “Which of you are responsible for all this huff-puff, then?”

[businessbois]

hello blue :D i would like to know everything you would like to tell me about your favourite fic you've written

lyssie shrugofgod weirdly-enough this is the kindest thing ever i hope you're ready for vaguely comprehensible ranting.

okay so i couldn't choose between two fics "once i called you brother" and "the art and (mine)craft of war" because i could talk forever about both, but im gonna talk about "once i called you brother" because its the less popular one

heres the link :)

so i basically wrote this fic because i thought that the song "the plagues" from prince of egypt (or at least the opening lines) were incredibly perfect for c!tommy and c!techno and it was a shame that no one did an animatic for it yet. i cannot draw so i just wrote a fic for it.

once i called you brother once i thought the chance to make you laugh was all i ever wanted

is that literally not tommy with techno though?

and then the rest of the song can read as like doomsday or november 16th, you know, them arguing about selfishness and betrayal and all that. the song fucking slaps.

but anyways the fic itself? the opening is inspired by how like, if you didn't know who technoblade was during the beginning of the smp, he would just be this mysterious figure of legend that tommy, wilbur, or dream occasionally talked about. it hit me during the dream v technoblade duel stuff that since techno had never been on the smp before, he was just this invisible dude with a huge reputation and that was so cool to me.

"Alrighty, I've been here before, right?"

"Listen, Techn—Dream..."

these are quotes from tommy that i quoted in the fic. i used to do this a lot, just stick quotes with no context into fics because i assumed everyone had the same precise memory of everything that went on the smp that i did. the first one is referring to tommy being surrounded by people outside the community house and "i've been here before" is him remembering a similar scenario on smpearth and therefore technoblade. the second is when he accidentally calls dream techno (about 30 seconds into this comp) again adding to techno's thing of being just this widely alluded to figure.

"Who do you think will win? My bets on our boy, Dream, but feel free to be wrong."

Niki stays quiet, a small frown on her face.

i feel bad for cutting niki absolutely owning dream with "well, techno's my friend" but it simply couldnt stay in for fic purposes

waking up to a frantic Bitzel muttering about hypothermia and something heavy and red covering his shivering frame.

smpearth is canon because i Want it to be canon and in my canon there's a moment where tommy passes out in the middle of a fight and techno brings him back to business bay wrapped up in his cape because he's technosoft and all their fighting is more like play fighting anyways

Tommy knows that love is earned. That if he does well in some Championships, then his place in the family is secured.

this is inspired by the bet that wilbur and tommy had in like mcc8 that if they placed fifth or higher tommy could be in sbi. in tommy's pov it becomes, "you have to earn your place in this family."

“Because I’m not the vice president.”

this is from one of his exile streams where he's talking to dream about why people won't visit him anymore

Tommy is 10 and too big for his boots.

this section is inspired by tommy's story of how he met techno as told in this storytime.

there is something that flickers at the back of his mind when the ratty zombie child calls him The Blade.

i think it's so incredibly special that everybody calls techno The Blade but like,, that's tommy's nickname for him. theres this moment where tommy's talking about giving techno a nickname and techno's like "you call me The Blade!' again, everybody calls techno The Blade, but he tells tommy "you call me The Blade." like i don't know how to articulate this but, that's tommy's nickname for him. they're brothers.

Tommy's been to war with soft, pale blues.

ae reference because again, smpearth is canon cuz i said

Tommy is 13 and standing over the remains of Business Bay's storage area.

this is an smpearth thing. wisp and vop did a whole grief of business bay, it was very dramatic very tragic. the thing with techno coming to business bay to talk to tommy is from this comic and i hold this headcanon close to my heart.

"Tommy, if anyone gives you trouble—and I mean serious trouble, not the kind we have—you tell me.”

Tommy hears an echo of similar words from the man who just burnt down everything he’s worked for.

"Tommy, anyone that touches you fucks with me... I will kill Techno if it takes me all of my life to prepare for it, you understand me?"

im so proud of this parallel between wisp and techno man you have no clue. okay, so like i said before, the ae versus bb thing in my head is very much like play fighting. sometimes it gets serious like the scenario which is happening in the fic where things actually get destroyed. that's because they're stubborn teenaged boys and conflicts can go from fun to actual trouble real quick. these "similar words" and the following quote are references to one of my favorite wisp moments ever. wisp, for anyone unclear on smpearth backstory, was a part of business bay before he betrayed them for the antarctic empire. he was also the one who burnt down the storage area which is why tommy's remembering this quote so bitterly.

Tommy rolls his eyes. "I pinky promise, Technoblade." He sticks out his little finger like a challenge.

the pinky promising is Canon from like the post-exile streams i think and i headcanon it as something tommy just does with people

and so this is to put context to the "using techno" thing. because i've always kinda viewed as like calling in a friend (or a big brot—[gunshot]) in for help so this part of the fic gives it the background to be like that

But then, Tommy is 16 and standing in a cataclysm, once again watching everything he’s worked for get destroyed by a man who swore to protect him.

this line solidifies that parallel to wisp where techno made a similar promise to protect tommy and now he's destroying everything tommy's worked for (business bay in wisp's case, lmanburg in techno's case) im very proud of this parallel.

His tall brown-haired friend from competitions past

wilbur of course, the competitions past being mcm

He collects titles like music discs

i asked my friend for things that people collect and they said "records" and i said "wait—"

Technoblade is 17 and he has no family. He has a friend who makes sure he sleeps. He has a friend who creates bridges and mischief. He has a bug that he still hasn't squashed.

i've always loved the idea of sbi becoming this little found family on smpearth. like they're not super lovely dovey "we're like brothers" but they're so fond of each other and they hang out when they're not pretending to be at war. and so theres still that room to say that they're not family, but like they totally are

Bright blue eyes beg him for some entertainment, so Techno sighs and grabs The Complete Works of William Shakespeare off the shelf.

this headcanon that techno used to read them shakespeare comes from wilbur's offhand comment asking techno to recite king lear to them

Wilbur's planted himself at Techno's side for the duration of the finale, something that he's grateful for. Wilbur's always been his person to lean on for things like this.

inspired by i think wilbur saying that he was techno's like designated extrovert during mcc's and i really love that aspect of their relationship. because techno is looked at as "the older brother" in so many ways, but like in this way, when wilbur's guiding him through social situations and supporting him, he gets to be wilbur soot's little brother.

Technoblade never says I love you, but he reads his baby brother The Twelfth Night instead of Hamlet and ends Theseus' tale after the Minotaur.

this was one of the first things i had written for this fic. so obviously hamlet is a tragedy while the twelfth night is a rocking good time. so like going back to that shakespeare headcanon but techno protecting tommy in the little ways. the theseus part is inspired by me not knowing the rest of theseus' story after he gets home and his dad jumps into the ocean. like the exile and death stuff i didn't hear about until the dsmp so that's where that came from. techno, even though it kind of goes against who he is, leaving theseus' story as a victory where the hero slays the monster, just to give his little brother something with a happy ending

"Do you want to be a hero, Tommy? THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

i did always think this could be seen as like "well if you want to be a hero, then you can die like one" and leaving off the unspoken "but if you don't want to be--if you choose not to be, then you get to live. so don't be a hero. please don't be a hero." and theres like that little tragedy there that i really love in techno and tommy's relationship. like, i love you, you love me, all i ever wanted was to make you laugh, but we don't speak the same language. we don't understand each other. everything you are is against everything i stand for. so yeah bedrock bros feels. i wrote this long before exile and all that so its even more complicated now gosh.

[rowan-catsandcoffee]

Obey Me Secret Santa 2021

Written for @lonelywrites

For the event for @omsecretsanta

WC: 1346

Happy Holidays! I hope you enjoy the little story below. (Please click the "Keep Reading")

You were supposed to be paying attention in class, but your mind kept wandering to the notes of the song you were practicing the night before or trying to. Something about them hadn’t sounded right, and you kept trying to play it out in your mind, completely missing what the teacher was saying until Simeon nudged your side, breaking your trance.

“Isolde,” he nodded towards the front, and you glanced up in time to see the homework assignment being wiped off the board. Your heart raced momentarily in concern when you heard Simeon quietly chuckling next to you, slipping his notebook closer, giving you a chance to try to jot down the assignment after deciphering his handwriting.

The bell rang and the demons slipped past you, hurrying along their way to their next classes. “Thank you.” You push Simeon’s notebook back to him.

“My pleasure, but what were you thinking about?” He carefully reached out and pushed your hair out of your face, “if you were thinking any harder I fear the class would’ve heard it.”

“Just a little project I’m working on.” You glanced away.

“Anything I can help with?”

“Only if you know a way to get some privacy away from everyone.” The reason you hadn’t been able to practice the night before was because suddenly Lucifer was yelling at Mammon right outside your bedroom, you weren’t sure how long he had been there, but it had made you anxious to strike another note the rest of the night.

“Well, depends, are you working on an art project?”

“Music.” You admitted quietly.

“Then I know the perfect place.” Simeon beamed excitedly, and you had to quickly hush him as a few demons glanced at you two.

“Where?” You kept your voice quiet, just in case.

“I ask that you let me listen once you’re done.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I look forward to it, if you choose to share. There’s a music room on the other end of RAD that no one is around once classes are over for the day. I think they placed it over there so if the band has practice it isn’t disturbing the offices.”

“That sounds perfect, I’ll check it out. Thank you.”

Simeon smiled tenderly, “of course, Isolde.”

After your last class you rushed home and hurriedly grabbed your guitar and snuck out of the House of Lamentation before anyone could see you.

You hurried back to RAD, and slipped into a study hall, and listened as the last of the students went past. After a little while you made your way to the music room, checking the hallways as you went. The last thing you wanted was to be caught, embarrassing enough they had almost heard you the other day in your room. Maybe when you felt braver you could ask Lucifer about soundproofing your room.

Finding and hearing no one you slipped into the music room and placed your guitar case on one of the front chairs. You took it out and tested it, making sure it was still tuned. You glanced at your music sheet, in theory you’d have a few hours before the brothers realized you weren’t home.

You started playing, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind insisting that there was still someone around, someone who could overhear you. Asking yourself to calm down you placed your guitar aside and slipped out of the music room. Ready to prove your anxiety wrong.

You were looking down the one hallway, checking for people. “What are you doing out here?” You jumped but relaxed realizing you recognize the voice.

“What are you doing out here?” You returned the question, looking Mammon over you don’t see any stolen items or any extra paperwork Lucifer could’ve stuck him with.

“No reason.” He crossed his arms, “the Great Mammon can go wherever he likes!”

You gently teased, “really?”

“Of course! No one can say otherwise.” He looked so proud of himself.

“Not even Lucifer?”

Mammon quickly turned, looking over his shoulder, and relaxed, not seeing his older brother there. He smiled at you, “of course not! But what are you doing here this late? You know you could be in big trouble if any other demon found you. You should be grateful.”

“Of course,” you said, “as long as I have you I’m safe, right?”

“R-right.” He nodded eagerly.

“But Mammon…” you tried to find the best way to give yourself an excuse to go get your guitar. Giving up on the practice session you had in mind.

“H-hey.” Mammon continued, “I didn’t mean to scare you last night, but - uh… whatever you were listening to sounded pretty nice.”

You watched the blush darken his cheeks.

“Not that I'm complimenting you! Just whatever you were listening to. But I could give you some better music recommendations if you like. You know my taste in everything is amazing.”

You glanced down at your hands, “I wasn’t listening to anything.”

“Huh? Then where was that music coming from?”

You weighed your options, trying to decide if you were going to do this. You took a deep breath and tugged on Mammon’s sleeve. “Come with me.”

“What? Why?” He fought you for a moment.

“Please.” You managed to whisper, afraid to meet his eyes or risk losing your courage. You pulled him into the empty music room where your guitar was exactly where you left it.

“Isolde,” Mammon spoke softly, carefully taking your hand off his sleeve. “You don’t have to-” he was struggling to find his own words, looking over at your instrument.

“I would like to.” You admitted, and went to your guitar, and when you turned to face him he was sitting nearby, watching you curiously.

The first chord you hit was wrong, and for a moment you considered dropping the guitar and running out, but with a smile from Mammon you began again. The words flowed from you, and your music filled the room, and surrounded the both of you. You grew louder and your voice became fuller as you felt yourself relax into your sound.

The notes died out, and the room felt too still, and you glanced at Mammon, half expecting him to start teasing you relentlessly.

“That was amazing!” He burst out of his seat, and you barely had time to put down your guitar before his arms were around you. He picked you up and swung you around. “That was fantastic!” He was positively glowing when he set you down. “Next time we can talk to Asmo about your outfit and maybe get Beel to help build a set and then we can shoot your music video for ‘deviltube’ and we’ll make a fortune!”

“Mammon!” You squeaked, feeling the panic over being watched, even if electronically, press down on you. “No!”

“No?” He froze, turned to you, looking confused, “why not?”

“I didn’t.. I..” You turned to your guitar and started packing it up, struggling to express yourself. You kept your back to him and whispered, “I just wanted to share this with you.”

There was a heartbeat of silence before you heard Mammon come up behind you. “You wanted to share this… with me?”

You nod.

“Isolde,” you hear your name whispered, and then a soft press to the top of your head from behind, “thank you.” You turn to Mammon and he’s blushing again, refusing to look at you, his hand covering his mouth. “I… I liked your music, you can share more with me, if you want.” His eyes darted to you and quickly away. “Not that you have to, but I call first dibs on any music you might want to share with others!” He crossed his arms.

“I do have another song I could play you if that’s alright. But it’s a work in progress.”

“Sure, I guess.” But he was grinning as he sat back down, waiting for you to take out your guitar again.

This time you started out stronger, sharing your song you’d been working on, about hopes for love in the near future.

[because-of-a-friend]

Dad!Seventeen

Thanks for the compliments anon! I hope this is what you wanted! I ended up just doing it in reaction style and ran with the dad/uncle idea to show how they’d interact with their kids and the other boys’ kids! Feel free to request more! (Sorry it took so long, I had a bunch of extra long shifts at work)

MASTERLIST

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

LOVES HIS KIDS!!!!!

OMG!!!!

To Cheol, his kids are his whole world

Obsessed with just gathering them up in his arms and hugging them tight

Definitely a cool dad

His kids trust him and feel comfortable around him 

He literally can’t say no to them

The other boys’ kids realize this as well

So everyone goes to Uncle Coups to ask for stuff

“Seungcheol, why would you let my kid eat three ice cream cones?”

“I don’t know, Jihoon, she just looked at me with those big eyes and I couldn’t say no”

But honestly Coups would do anything to see his kids smile and just cares about them so so much

Just the weakest sweetest dad/uncle ever

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan thought he was clever and cunning

His kids are 10x more so

Like Cheol’s kids, they get whatever they want

But it’s not bc Jeonghan just lets them have it

It’s bc they’re really good at arguing or sneaking their way into getting the things they want

He adores them for it tbh

Like so proud

“Jeonghan, your son managed to sneak my kids out of our house to have a sleepover at yours”

“Wow! He really did that???”

“Jeonghan!”

“Right, right, I’ll get onto him for that”

Is really excited when his kids and everyone else’s are teens and older bc he’s really good at giving advice and enjoys having genuine conversations with them

But honestly just adores his kids and is always so proud of them and fascinated by every little thing they accomplish

JOSHUA HONG

Joshua’s kids have perfectly packed lunch boxes and cute little matching outfits and the best manners of the kids in their classes

He treats his kids with respect and teaches them patiently and his love for them is immense and obvious

The kind of dad who is always looking over at his kids during parties and get-togethers to just watch them and smile at how they’re interacting with others

He always pins all of their best grades up on the fridge and makes them feel so special anytime they accomplish anything

Really just a cookie-cutter perfect dad 

The other boys are jealous lol

“Can your kids hang out with mine more? They need a better influence than Jeonghan’s son”

“Hey!”

“Hannie, please, we all know your kids get all of ours into trouble”

“...yeah”

But seriously, perfect dad with perfect family

MOON JUNHUI 

More of a friend than a dad tbh lol

His kids get to do whatever they want as long as Jun gets to come along

“So you were with all of our kids when they snuck out?”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s fine, I was there”

“Jun, I think you might be missing the bigger picture”

He’s the chillest dad

His kids and all of the other boys’ kids like to hang out with him bc they know that means a day of playing video games, eating snacks, and taking naps

His kids adore him for it tho and never feel scared to tell him anything

He makes sure they solve everything together so they never feel like they have to handle anything alone

KWON SOONYOUNG

Excited to pass his talents onto his kids

Like from the moment they start to walk he tries to teach them dance moves 

And his Significant Other is like “Soonyoung pls”

And he’s like “They have to learn to dance”

Devastated when one of his kids mentions they want to learn songwriting from Uncle Jihoon

“Soonyoung, you’re overreacting”

“No I’m not, if she’d rather write songs with Jihoon then she can be his daughter, she is no longer mine”

But seriously, he loves his kids 

And he’s going to support them whether they want to be dancers or singers or doctors or artists or anything

And he’s gonna do whatever he can to help them get there

But he likes to get them involved in his every day life to show them how important it is to have them around and how much he enjoys including them 

JEON WONWOO

Just imagining Wonwoo and all the little baby Wonwoos with their matching glasses

Also has incredibly polite kids

Like Wonwoo, some of his kids are more introverted so they’ll spend their time entertaining themselves

He does, however, get stuck with some extroverted kids

And he like...

Does not know how to handle their endless social energy

He’ll spend so much time trying to entertain them and spend time with them

But then sometimes he’ll just be like 

“Ok, we’re going to take a trip to Uncle Joshua’s house so you can all play with your cousins!!!”

But he seriously adores his kids

Like Jeonghan, he’s fascinated just watching them grow up and make their way through the developing phases of life 

He’s just so immensely proud of them always

LEE JIHOON

Everyday Woozi is like “who tf let me have kids”

He just gets so confused by them and the things they do

“What- what even went through your mind that you thought this was a good idea?”

But at the end of the day, no matter what they do

His overall reaction is just like 

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that bro”

Really just kind of goes with the flow

I can def see him going to the studio with little ones on his lap

They kind of just become little extensions of him that follow him everywhere and do whatever he does

They all wanna be just like him

And he doesn’t understand bc he’s not sure he’s even a good dad so he doesn’t get why these little beings think he’s the greatest person on earth

But he’s happy to have them around and feels so grateful for his kids

LEE SEOKMIN

Guess who is raising his kids to have the exact same cheesy sense of humor he has

It’s Seokmin!!!

As a result he thinks his kids are the funniest people on earth

They make him laugh all the time

His family are always the loudest people at any party

But it’s cause he lets his kids be kids and never gets upset at them for things kids do

Like talking really loud lol

As a result his kids feel free to explore any endeavors that they’re interested in

Seokmin’s schedule fills up pretty quickly bc of this

One kid has art class at one and another has volleyball at two and then another has science camp at three

But he just wants his kids to explore all of their interests and he’s happy to do whatever we can to help them do that

KIM MINGYU

Sweetest, cutest, most precious kids in the whole world

Just a bunch of cuddly kids that are EXACTLY like Mingyu

And Mingyu is just so excited??? To just see them???? Every single day???

Definitely the overly clingy dad that just wants to be around his kids 24/7

And the super embarrassing one too

Always peaks his head in when his kids have friends over 

“You guys want any snacks?”

“Oh my god dad, get out!”

But he’s also a super fun dad and his kids are really grateful to have him

And the other boys’ kids love to come over bc he makes the best snacks

(Don’t tell Jun or DK that, they’ll get jealous)

But just such a cute sweet family

XU MINGHAO

Also more like a friend than a dad

Like seriously

Unless you explicitly knew Minghao was his kids’ dad, you’d assume he was their older brother or cousin

They just kind of always chill

Like Hoshi, there are interests of his that he is so so so excited to teach to his children 

Especially art!!!

He can’t wait to see how his kids express themselves in a creative aspect

They’re all in an art class with DK’s kids 

Which leads DK and Minghao to spend more time together as they wait outside the class for their kids to be done

And then give each other looks as their kids show off their art work

But Minghao is super proud of them bc he can tell that that’s all they really want: to make him proud

Sometimes he feels more like a spectator in his kids life but he doesn’t really mind

Because they’ve always been independent and he lets them decide what they want and is happy to give advice when they come to him

But really just wants them to succeed in whatever they want to succeed in and trusts them with making their own decisions

BOO SEUNGKWAN

You know he has the cutest kids in the world

Seungkwan only realizes how sassy he is when his kids take after him and make sassy remarks to him 

And then he makes that offended face lol

Like Joshua, his kids have really cute matching outfits

But the cuteness factor is multiplied by like ten-thousand lol

Bc Seungkwan has a habit of singing all the time

His kids gain that habit too

And they get really into certain songs

Another dad that feels betrayed bc when his kids learn that Uncle Jihoon writes songs, all they wanna do is spend time with him

Jihoon doesn’t understand how he just has this growing posse of little children that just watch fascinated as he’s sitting in the studio working on new music

Along with, of course, Hoshi walking in to ask if anyone wants to watch him dance, and Seungkwan and Mingyu coming in to offer everyone snacks

But Seungkwan’s kids are kind of fascinated with everything and Seungkwan just has fun exploring the world with them

HANSOL VERNON CHWE

Vernon’s kids see a side to him that no one else gets to see

They unlock a really deeply emotional part of him and he adores his kids

He really really loves the quiet moments with his kids

When they’re falling asleep watching cartoons

When they’re super concentrated on drawing in a coloring book

When they’re happily stuffing their faces full of food

He just lives for the moments where he can watch them enjoying life or figuring things out for the first time or really just existing 

He gets really really nervous about being a father bc he doesn’t want to mess anything up

But he knows that as long as he keeps his mind open to learning and keeps his kids’ best interests as his first priority, they should all be ok

Occasionally gets overwhelmed with how much he loves them and will just grab them and kiss all over the top of their heads 

Just a cute dad who really really loves his kids

LEE CHAN

Since he’s been babied by the other boys for so long, he loves being able to baby his kids

They are SPOILED beyond belief omg

He’ll buy them anything or do anything with them or cook anything for them just to see them smile and show them the love he has for them

Convinces his kids to take little dancing lessons from Uncle Hoshi, since Hoshi is jealous that everyone’s kids want to learn about song writing from Uncle Jihoon

Aside from Coups, Dino is probably the most excited that him and all the boys are still good friends even well into their fatherhood days bc it means his kids grow up with extra Uncles and tons of cousins

It’s also a relief to know that his kids have so many other people besides him they can trust to ask for help or advice

To him it’s just like SVT kept growing bigger and bigger

 They’re all one giant family and he wants to keep it that way bc he wants his kids to feel safe and supported their whole lives