#but he used that version of himself as a front to lure people in.

[novelistrry]

“I will not give this to you,” Y/N shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows. She almost cringed at the tone of her voice, so abrasive and calloused. Harry brought out the worst in her, he really did. Though, she didn’t understand how Harry could make this frustration brew inside of her when the rest of the Styles were so lovely to be around.

In two long strides, Harry was rounding the writing desk and in front of her. He towered over her, reaching for the crumpled letter in her hands and before she could grasp the paper tighter, it slipped beneath her fingertips and he was reading it aloud.

“I thought you said this wasn’t for me, Princess?” Harry wasn’t asking, it was more rhetorical than anything. The mock in his tone sent a heat through her, plummeting up from where her heart dropped in her stomach to the apples of her cheeks.

Or

Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, tension, etc.

Word Count: 3k

Disclaimer: This is an ongoing blurb. I do write full fics, but this blurb will have multiple parts and be posted in between fics (I am shooting for about 8-10 depending on the word count of each blurb).

Y/N hated Harry.

Actually, she wasn’t quite sure the loathing could run quite as deep as it did. It was almost as if when her eyes locked with his, or she got a whiff of his cologne in the corridor, the hatred would flow through her veins and act as a power source. As if the only fuel she needed was how much she absolutely and utterly loathed that man.

So when her handmaid had told her summertime was officially in action, and she knew what summertime brought, Y/N wanted to stomp her foot like a child and throw herself onto the floor. 

Summer was supposed to be excellent, filled with fruits and sunny skies. It was supposed to be warm and lovely, but when Y/N’s parents invite Harry and his family to the palace every summer, it’s hard to find enjoyment in the season. 

He was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, and Y/N wasn’t one to deny it. Green mosaic eyes, captivating and alluring like a siren sat atop a rock luring sailors in with that beautiful voice. Only instead of using his rhythmic voice to lure her in, he used the gaze of his eyes. Soft features and delicate sculpting to his face that were so perfect it was absolutely infuriating. He was perfect, truly, in every way possible and the people loved his beautiful face and charming personality. 

Except when the large wooden doors shut, leaving Y/N and Harry alone (which wasn’t supposed to happen per Y/N’s request, by the way), his mouth was foul and his charming qualities were consigned to oblivion. Around Y/N, Harry was his worst version of himself and Y/N could not stand him. 

“I don’t want him to come this year, Dorothea!” Y/N exclaimed to her chambermaid as her heels clicked against the large tile pieces. She was pacing back and forth, a nervous tick she’s had since she was little. 

Sweat accumulated in the pits of her palms, a telling sign that she was nervous, though she would never say that to Dorothea or let it be known to Harry because he would never let her live it down. 

See, Y/N and Harry were similar in two ways. One, they were both heir to a royal bloodline. And two, they were both so, so stubborn. 

“I know, dear.” Dorothea, the sweetest old lady the palace could find, spent most of her day assisting Y/N in her needs even though there weren’t very many of those. Y/N was relatively low maintenance and hated to be waited on, “It’s only three months.”

With that sentiment, Y/N sat on the edge of her bed that was just made and fluffed, deciding she would spend her day sulking in her room rather than participating in any of the start of summer festivities. As if Dorothea could tell Y/N just wanted to be left alone, she quietly made her way out of the room, and left Y/N to her own devices.

____

Maybe dreams do come true, because the summer season had officially been in swing for three days and there were no sights of Harry, or his family, lingering around the palace. Eventually, she thought she would turn the corner and catch him chatting up a chambermaid with a devilish smile and eyes that would turn a girl into a puddle of melted candy, but it had been three days and even the girls she passed (who were anticipating him heavily) were whispering about the prince being late.

By the fifth day, Y/N was beginning to feel the weight lift off her chest and the ease flood through her veins. Though she didn’t dare to ask her parents about Prince Harry’s whereabouts because that would come with an agonizingly painful interrogation (they truly believed their daughter would wed the man), and a small reprimand because of her prior years sour behavior toward him, though they didn’t know just how insufferable he was in return. 

Small talk whisked throughout the palace by the seventh day, explaining that Prince Harry would not be attending this summer season because he was to be married by the end of the year to a princess Y/N had never heard of. A small twitch shot through her chest, but she brushed it off feigning it as relief she never had to deal with him again. While Y/N acted oblivious, everyone knew the reason Harry and his family visited the palace every summer is because the families were hoping for an alliance of sorts— for Harry and Y/N to form a union, to form a bond that would end in marriage. As much as she chalked the twitch in her chest and the hollow in her belly as a feeling of relief, she was confused as to why she wished he would have written. Not necessarily her, but at least to her parents, informing that he would not be there this summer (or any summer for that matter because he was getting married) that way she didn’t have to walk around for days on end, thinking there would be a jump scare in the corridor or the dining hall.

A flicker of annoyance lit inside of her, an emotion she was familiar with and actually grateful for at the moment because it took away from the abnormal sensation in the chest and abdomen. Why wouldn’t he write? Or his parents at the very least? What kind of person does that? Y/N knew just how hard the chambermaids, the scullery kitchen, and the people who made the palace function as well as it did were working to ensure their guests were accommodated and comfortable for the three months they were staying with them.

It was very unlike Y/N, usually very polite and soft-spoken to feel that kind of irritation. The kind that was so pent up it was making her breathing slightly erratic and she was puffing breaths in and out through her nose. In a very un-Y/N like fashion, she decided that if Prince Harry wasn’t going to write to her, then she was going to write to him and tell him how distasteful his lack of presence or notification on the betrothal was.

Before she could even process what she was doing, she was in the main library of the palace, sitting at the writing table and crafting a heartfelt message to her dear friend Prince Harry, slightly berating him in each line for his so-called prince ethics (or lack-there-of). 

Dear Prince Harry,

I am sitting here, writing to tell you how distasteful I find your lack of arrival. It is great news within our palace that you are to be married, which in turn, delays your arrival to our annual summer festivities, and possibly inhibits you from attending these festivities ever again.

A true prince, knowing royal ethics, would have written far in advance, revoking his acceptance to my family’s invitation. It seems that, as always, you are too engrossed in your own endeavors to care about the people around you who have taken the time to prepare for your arrival. 

I know our royal household has been working gravely to make certain you and your family have a wonderful stay over the summer, as they have done every summer for the past two years—

“I knew I would find you in here,” his voice, clear and steady, echoed through the library bouncing off the walls and the leather bindings of the books which sat on the shelves of the wall, “You’re always in here doing something or another.”

She knew who it was by the sound of his voice, deep and sultry. He always spoke with such precision and so bluntly that even with her eyes closed, she could tell who it was just by the energy that filled the space. Arrogance and tempting were his two most significant qualities and they always filled the room, leaving her to suffocate in his presence.

Quickly, she jumped up and grabbed the letter, crumpling it in her hands. The ink was so fresh it smeared all over her hands with her rush, and when she looked to see him standing under the doorway, she noted that not a thing about him had changed. He stood with that same arrogance in his posture, his eyes were still that deep sea green, and his lips, chin, and jaw were as beautiful (if not more) as the last time she saw him.

Quirking his eyebrows, he couldn’t help himself. “Now I need to know what was in that letter you were writing. Are you in love, my dear Y/N.”

He took a step forward, and she realized he thought she would just hand the letter over to him, like it was his property to be read. And even though it technically was, the letter was now void because he did, in fact, show up for the summer season. While it may have been intended for him, the content of the letter did not matter, and because he expected her to walk over and drop the letter in the palm of his hand, that absolutely infuriated her.

“I will not give this to you,” Y/N shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows. She almost cringed at the tone of her voice, so abrasive and calloused. Harry brought out the worst in her, he really did. Though, she didn’t understand how Harry could make this frustration brew inside of her when the rest of the Styles were so lovely to be around.

In two long strides, Harry was rounding the writing desk and in front of her. He towered over her, reaching for the crumpled letter in her hands and before she could grasp the paper tighter, it slipped beneath her fingertips and he was reading it aloud.

“I thought you said this wasn’t for me, Princess?” Harry wasn’t asking, it was more rhetorical than anything. The mock in his tone sent a heat through her, plummeting up from where her heart dropped in her stomach to the apples of her cheeks.

He held the letter above the both of them, the words still readable even though the ink was smeared on the page. As he read aloud, Y/N wanted to drop to the floor and cover her ears from listening to speak her foolish words out loud. If anything, the letter was an act of catharsis. She probably would have never actually sent it to Harry, even if she said she was going to, but writing the words on the paper and pretending like she was going to send it to him was semi-therapeutic. By the second line, she was jumping in the air like a fish out of water, trying to grasp the letter from his hands so he couldn’t continue. To make matters worse, he was chuckling between words and flashing wide grins in her direction when he paused.

Eventually, the way she was jumping and frantically trying to snatch the letter from him was just as humiliating as the strong words she had put on that piece of paper he held in his hands, so she stopped and turned away from him so that he could not see the look of horror on her face as he finished reading the letter.

Finally, he got to the part where he walked in and startled her from her writing desk, her thoughts coming to an abrupt halt on the paper when his voice echoed throughout the room, and even though he was done reading the letter, she couldn’t bear to look at him. If there was one thing about Harry, he always had the upper hand with her. Always.

“I wish I hadn’t interrupted your thoughts when I came in here a few moments ago. I’m positive the rest of this letter would have been a great read, and you print your thoughts so eloquently, Y/N.” He was trying to get under her skin, even though he knew he had already burrowed himself under the flesh like a mite the second he walked in the room. That was another one of Harry’s traits— he wanted to see just how much he could push her until she snapped, because he loved watching her snap.

“Enough,” she spoke, barely turning to look at him. She caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye, enough for her to squint just barely and for him to know she was giving him a dirty look.

“Well, Y/N, clearly this letter was for me. Was it not?” He was doing it; pushing and pressing until the temper within her flicked on a light and her thoughts rifling through her brain started spewing like fire, the world around them turning to ash with each word that fell from her lips and targeted him like a huntsman and its prey. 

“It wasn’t for you—” She began, getting cut off by the prince.

“It clearly says ‘Dear Prince Harry, I am sitting here, writing to y—”

Within under a second, she was turning on her heels to face him once more and trying to pry the letter from his fingers to no avail. She didn’t think she could handle him reading the letter out loud once more, so she covered her ears and began begging him to stop. The worst part was the feeling she had in her gut, the feeling one gets in their gut and their throat before the tears start forming in their eyes. While Harry had many horrid qualities about him, one of her terrible qualities were tears that formed, not out of sadness, but out of anger. Deeply, she inhaled to smooth out her thoughts and quiet her mind. “Stop, stop, stop.”

Grinning like the devil, he spoke slowly and quietly so any chambermaids passing by could not hear the words he was about to speak to her, “Are you embarrassed, Princess? The girl everyone thinks is so ladylike and polite writing words that would tarnish that sweet reputation.”

“I was never going to send it, and I think you know that,” she countered, and even though she knew he knew that letter was never going to leave her possession, she felt like she needed to reiterate that point.

Carefully and slowly—almost painfully slowly— he brought his finger to her cheeks and swiped across to feel the heat radiating off of her skin and she knew he was gaining even more satisfaction at the heat in her cheeks confirming his question, that she was embarrassed by him finding her letter. To rub salt in the wound, he folded the letter up and stuffed it in the pit of his pocket where she would not dare to fish out, as it was not very polite to stick your hand in someone else’s pocket, “For safekeeping,” he stated.

Those two words made her want to do it— stick her hand in his pocket and fish the letter out, tear it to little tiny pieces, and then stomp on the shreds of paper right in front of him, but she wouldn’t do it because she, unlike him, did not lack manners.

“You are absolutely unbearable, Prince. Do not think my opinion on you has changed. I can assure you it has not,” she wanted to get under his skin the way he got under hers, so she added, “Where is your betrothed?” 

He paused for a moment, searching for the words, “I am not to be married, Y/N.”

The tone was cut and brief, not the same tone he had when she was pushing his buttons, but a clear line was drawn showing her this is where the boundary was placed, and as much as she wanted to upset him the way he upset her, Y/N did not want to pick and pry about his presumably failed engagement. Though, she did not blame the girl for not wanting to marry someone with such an insufferable attitude. And maybe, just maybe, she also didn’t want to hear about the girl. She didn’t want Harry to talk about how beautiful she was, or what her hobbies were. She didn’t want to know a thing about her or how she wormed her way into the heart of someone so aloof and out of touch with the idea of love. To put it plainly, she didn’t want to hear about their courtship and what he did to make her swoon.

Y/N would never admit it, but the first time she ever met Harry, she was taken with him. And then he opened his mouth, all-knowing and witty bordering intolerable.

“Well, then,” Y/N didn’t quite know what to say in response, seeming to be more uncomfortable with the idea of him getting married than he was.

With a mere couple inches between them, he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. Soft lips grazed the tops of her ears, a warm heat shooting through her, and though she was disgusted with herself for having such an instinctual reaction to his body and his lips so close to her skin, she was graceful enough to remind herself that it was only natural for her core to stir and her stomach to flip.

And when he finally spoke, his lips moved against her ear, “I am going to enjoy playing with you this summer, Y/N.”

She wanted to scream. She almost did.

Instead she took a step back, gasping and brushing out the wrinkles in her dress, “I absolutely loathe you.”

“I love that you loathe me,” he replied before turning on his heels and walking out of the library.

Y/N knew it was going to be a long summer filled with taunts from Harry.

And much to her dismay, that night she dreamed about his lips pressing against her.

[rainydayz-nstuff]

Adventure Time

You can probably tell what I’m mostly going to be posting about 🫤 Anyways, this is briefly based on my own AT fanfic that I have.

So here is Finn x Ice Kings Kid! Reader (How you met)

Let’s start off with how you appeared since you’re human. Gunter found you while messing around in Ice King’s ‘research lab’

It was actually Simon’s old lab.

You, with very out dated clothes, were stuck in an Ice Pod where you’ve been asleep for many, many, years.

Ice King heard Gunter’s ‘wenks’ so he found both Gunter and a sleeping human

At first he asked Gunter if he had made a statue, then he opened the pod and you… nearly fell on your face.

Ice King caught you and realized you were still knocked out, and he kindly brought you to his bed and laid you down. He spent the next few hours pacing around the room and staring at you while he ate trail mix

When you woke up, he was chomping away and he was completely zoned out. Like, his pupils were huge.

You stared at him before blinking slowly. Finally, Ice King glanced down at you while letting out a hum. You locked eyes before he shrieked and started choking on his trail mix.

“Oh! Geeze, I’m sorry!” You instantly apologized.

Ice King recovered while taking deep breaths. You were now sitting up and he could tell you were kind of young.

Then, an idea hit him.

“I’m going to adopt you!”

“… You gonna what?

Ice king is now officially your dad (here you go people with daddy issues)

HES ACTUALLY A GOOD DAD NGL

He teaches you how to play the drums, the keyboard, writing fan fiction, ruling the kingdom, how he’s gonna kid nap possible wives-

You just let him rant on and on because he seems happy to talk with you

He’ll also offer to kidnap anybody you may be interested in, he doesn’t judge.

MAKES A CROWN FOR YOU! It never melts, and it looks like a mini version of his!

Cried the first time you wore it in front of him

Okay, onto the rest-

He set up a coronation to officially welcome you to the kingdom as his child.

Sends out posters, invitations, notes tied to rocks, and some people actually showed up (over half are kidnapped princesses because why not?)

Finn and Jake showed up because they found out about this coronation and thought it was a trick to lure in princesses or he kidnapped someone and was going to make them stay in his kingdom forever.

Right as the official Ice crown was to be placed on your head, they kicked the doors open and stopped the ceremony.

Ice King, like usual, got mad and instantly flew in the air to use his powers.

He flew up too quickly and knocked himself out when he hit the ceiling.

Before you could rush over to your dad, Finn grabbed your hand and whisked you away like a bride

He gave you a reassuring smile to try and convince you that you were now safe

It didn’t make you safe

“Hey! Put me down!” You struggled to get out of his grasp. “Seriously, who are you?!”

Finn stopped running before he sat you down. Your shimmery light blue, bordering white, outfit matched the icy floor. “My names Finn, and that was Jake.”

His toothy smile and heroic pose made you stare at him blankly before you turned around. “I’m going back to see my dad.”

Finn’s face fell and he tried to grab your arm. “Hey, wait! Don’t go back there, it’s dangerous!” He tried to warn you, but your brushed him off.

“Don’t care. My dad just got knocked out, and I don’t think Gunter knows how to use bandages.”

After marching back inside, you found your dad mumbling to himself. And Gunter was stuck in bandages.

After getting the little guy out, you helped your dad and picked him up to bring him to his bed.

All the guests had left after the ambush so you changed out of the ceremony attire, and then put on normal clothes only with the crown on this time.

Finn, very interested in who you are, spied on you and noted how… familiar you seemed.

You had never met before, but he felt like you were something he was missing.

Then he realized you were human.

He outed himself when he gasped before he also fell to the ground and made a loud crash.

You stood tall over him while he stared up at you. Your eyes glared down at his nervous form.

“Get out of here.” Your voice laced with venom, but oddly enough… he blushed.

Finn stuttered a bit while you raised an eyebrow. He then quickly got up, grabbed your hand, kissed it, then ran away

You never told your dad what happened, but you still didn’t comprehend what just happened.

[msbarrybeeson]

First Encounter (Raph X Reader)

A/N: Hey hey, I’ve returned. I took some time to visit New York, and gosh, if only there were actual mutant turtles to come and save me from the most disgusting streets I’ve ever seen. But that rant is up for another time.

I decided to write something for Rise!Raph. Personal thought for a second: I adore the change in his personality, compared to other versions. I’m more into “red means passionate and impulsive” than “red means anger.” Constructive criticism is appreciated and enjoy!

Summary: Raph finally met an animal that didn’t hate him. The animal was actually your missing pet.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns if anything. Second-POV pronouns are used.

Word Count: ~1090

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Some mentions of kidnapping or pet-napping. 

~

The earliest he met you would have to be when you were searching for your missing pet. It scurried out quickly the moment you opened your door.

Raph was on his night patrol, while his brothers were elsewhere.

As of late, noone tried to murder them, so things felt monotonous.

He sat down off the edge of a building, looking at passing cars and people.

And then, Raph heard a trash bag tumble.

“Finally! Sounds like something’s about to go down toni—.”

In an alleyway, your pet wandered with sadness in its lost eyes.

Oh boy, Raph’s heart ached.

He jumped down, startling your pet with a THUMP.

“Hey there, fella,” the snapping turtle cooed, leaning on his knees. “Don’t worry, Raph won’t hurt ya.”

Your pet stood in place for a while, staring at Raph. It made him nervous, because while he claimed animals love him, do they really? 

“Come on, come to Raph-y.” He gestured with his hand. Your pet stepped closer, interested in this giant turtle. And for the moment of his life, it reached for his hand and nuzzled.

Raph’s eyes widened, and his mouth curled into a huge smile.

This was proof that he has a chance with animals!

He proceeded to scratch its head gently. “I love you too, buddy. Yes, I do. Yes, I do~.” It looked like it returned his smile. Maybe, Raph thought to himself, maybe this is the chance for me to adopt!

“(Pet Name)! Where are you?!”

Raph froze. A human? Looking for something?

He glanced behind him for a second and back to the animal in front of him. No, rather, some-pet. Raph couldn’t believe it; the one time he befriended an animal, it turned out to be someone else’s pet. 

A part of him wanted to pet-nap it. 

“Whoa, whoa, Raph. You can’t just pet-nap it!” Mind-Raph exclaimed.

“I can’t help it. This is a milestone for me!”

“Look, as much as you like animals, you can’t just make someone else feel terrible about losing their pet. You’ll always have another chance, big guy.” Mind-Raph pat Raph’s back before vanishing. 

The snapping turtle groaned. “Never a good day—.” WHACK! Raph was knocked off his feet.

“Get away from my pet, you creep!” you yelled, picking it up. “I know how to use my bag, so don’t you dare try me.”

“W-Woah! Hold on, this is just a big misunderstanding—.”

“I’m seeing everything clearly. You were standing there for a good minute, thinking about whether you should pet-nap (Pet Name)!”

Did he seriously take so long to think!? Raph winced. “Maybe— no, I mean— I was just walking by and I thought he was lost—.”

“He? (Pet Name)’s a she.”

“Right.” Raph winced again. “My bad. 

But I was only thinking about whether I should knock on people’s doors, or put up a found dog poster, or—.”

“What even are you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who dress up in a weird costume to lure and kidnap kids too, are you?” Your grip tightened on your shoulder bag, and Raph well noticed it. “I’ve had enough of—!”

“A mutant ninja turtle!”

You stopped midway in swinging your bag. “...What?”

“Just a mutant ninja turtle!” Raph panicked, waving his hands and all. “Not wearing a costume! Was up on a roof until I heard a trash bag fall over. Then, I saw your pet. I admit, your pet’s really, really adorable. I didn’t mean to make you suspicious. It’s just that I’ve never had any animal be so loving around me—!”

You laughed.

Raph suddenly slowed down. “—and I was gonna... leave it.”

Your hand covered your mouth. “Really, you’re a ‘mutant ninja turtle?’” You continued to laugh. “I’m sorry, the way you blurted it out is so random.”

Raph had no words.

“Fine, I believe you for now.” You crossed your arms. “A panicked speaker is always worth some trust— (Pet Name)?”

Oh god. Did you let go? You quickly scanned around, hoping that she wouldn’t run off on you again. To your surprise, your pet was right by Raph’s foot, snuggling against him.

Even the snapping turtle himself didn’t notice until then. And Raph tensed up.

“H-Hold on... before you—.”

“Relax, I’m not going to swing my bag again.” Your voice softened. “Looks like she does like you a lot.”

You stepped a bit closer to Raph, eyes still on your pet. “She’s very sensitive about others. Only gets near whoever is a good person. So for her to—,” you paused, meeting eyes with the snapping turtle, “—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made those assumptions and... hit you.” 

Raph watched your expression. There wasn’t anger or bitterness. Instead, there was sincerity on your face. “You’re good. You trust her that much, huh?”

“I know when I should give someone a chance.” You smiled, throwing Raph off guard.

“Oh, and I should probably pay you back for earlier,” you said, picking up your pet again. “I.. do know a good pizza place we could order from. How about it?”

“...” He blinked.

“You.. may need to say something, so I know if you’re good with that.”

“...” He slowly nodded.

“Nice. We should probably meet up another day for it. I have finals coming up soon,” you explained. “Is there a way I can contact you?”

Raph reached for his phone and showed you his number.

You were kind of unsettled by how quiet he was, but his profile picture of Jupiter Jim reassured you. You even chuckled.

“Thanks.” You punched in the numbers and returned the device. “I’ll see you soon, ‘Raph.’ Or maybe ‘mutant ninja turtle.’” You walked off with another smile.

...

And just like that, he was left in the alleyway with a couple of questions. A blush grew on him, and he found himself crossing his arms to “cover” his beating heart. Gosh, was it your smile?

Were you also into Jupiter Jim?

How come he had never seen you before?

Hold on, did you still think he was a human in a costume?

~

Bonus Bits:

Raph develops a fear of your bag now.

April easily figured out that Raph has a crush on someone from his inability to hide his emotions.

Apparently, you and April are close. So when you tell her about an experience with a ‘mutant turtle in a red bandana,’ she connects the dots.

You come to realize that Raph is an actual mutant turtle when he refuses to enter the pizza restaurant with you.

[little-diable]

Don Quixote de la Mancha - Prof!Tommy Shelby (smut)

Since my mom is currently directing Don Quixote as a theatre play, I had to write this story, inspired by her version (well, hers is without the smut, of course hahah). Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has joined a group travelling through a new country, a vacation where she crosses paths with a handsome literature professor.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral

Pairing: modern!prof!Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (3.7k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

The air had an almost sticky touch to it, forcing sweat to pearl on (y/n)’s forehead. Her eyes were focused on the window close to her seat, watching the unfamiliar landscape blur by. Even though she tried to focus her eyes, her heart couldn’t stop racing, wanting to look at the man who sat close to her.

The group had been travelling for the past three days together, strangers who were experiencing a new country, wanting to spend some time away from home. It had been a desperate attempt to disappear from the home (y/n) no longer felt comfortable in, needing a change of scenery. 

And then her eyes had met his, in front of the tour bus, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. The man - Tommy as he had introduced himself later on - had an awfully mysterious, intriguing touch to him, luring (y/n) closer with every shared glance. She had tried to stay away from him, not wanting to make a fool out of herself, but yet he always found her, striking up another conversation that forced heat through her veins. 

She had learned a lot about him, about the literature professor who specialised in older literature. He was everything she wasn’t, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but long for his touch, wanting to cross paths with him at any given chance. 

“Alright, listen up, guys! We’ll arrive at the arena in a few minutes. I’ll give you about an hour to explore on your own, and then we’ll grab some lunch together.” Their tour guide, Michael, forced her out of her thoughts, eyes snapping to the front, watching him speak with the small microphone pressed to his lips. Before her mind could register what her eyes were doing, (y/n) found herself looking at Tommy. His blue eyes met hers, leaving both smiling before she quickly averted her gaze, looking out of the window once again. 

Excitement flushed through her veins as she focused on the nearing arena, a place she had been wanting to visit for years, finding interest in old historic buildings, wanting to experience what life had been like all these centuries ago. The bus came to a sudden halt, forcing a few other people to murmur in protest, already fed up with the bus driver who had an almost too relaxed touch to him. 

“Please, go ahead.” Tommy waited for (y/n) to pass him before he followed her down the rows, stepping out into the warm morning. Both reached for their sunglasses, not daring to break the silence as the guide walked them closer to the arena entrance. She felt Tommy’s eyes on her, with a cigarette placed between his lips and his sunglasses managing to hide the eyes she could drown in. “Do you mind if I walk with you, (y/n)?”

Her heart skipped a beat whenever he spoke her name, too soft, too calm, too lovingly. An unfamiliar sensation she’d probably never get used to. 

All (y/n) could do was shake her head, whispering a quiet “Of course not”, followed by a bright smile. The two started walking, chasing the distance, not wanting to spend any more time with the other people who annoyed them a tad too much. No words were spoken as they started to explore the sight, smiling whenever their eyes met, just for a few seconds, seconds that felt like years passing by, trapped like oblivious lovers. 

“Come, I want to show you something.” Her eyes wandered to the hand Tommy had reached out for her to take, eyebrows raised in a challenging manner. And with a few chuckles rumbling through her, (y/n) softly grasped his fingers, allowing the professor to pull her through the arena.

……

“Don’t you dare, Fred. I told you too much bread isn’t good for you.” An annoyed sigh left (y/n) as she watched the elderly couple, watching the wife pull another breadstick from her husband’s grasp. Exhaustion clung to (y/n)‘s system, exhausted from the heat burning down on them, exhausted from the bickering going on around her, exhausted from the tension her body had clung to as Tommy had pulled her through the arena, murmuring history facts to the amazed woman. 

“Do you think he’s ever allowed to speak up?” Tommy’s whispers left (y/n) laughing, shaking her head as she took another sip of her drink. A sip she instantly regretted, almost choking on it as Tommy’s hand found her knee, supporting himself as he reached for the bottle of water. Heat flushed through her, clinging to her body as if it was trying to warm her from inside out, saving her before she’d freeze to death.

He was the fire made to protect her trembling body, and she was the wood made to fuel his heat. 

“I doubt she has ever heard his voice before.” Her teasing reply forced a similar laugh out of Tommy, smiling into his drink. She felt a few pairs of eyes on them, meeting the tour guides pupils from across the table, unable to ignore the smirk tugging on the man’s lips. Fuck, whatever Tommy was doing to her was seemingly overly obvious to those that watched them whenever they interacted. And yet (y/n) didn’t find it in her heart to care. 

“Tommy?” Tim’s voice forced their attention onto him, the young boy who had joined the tour with his mother. “What’s your favourite book? Have you ever read one about this place?” 

“It’s probably Don Quixote, have you heard of this story, Tim?” With awe laced in her gaze, (y/n) watched the interaction unfold, hanging onto Tommy’s every word. Tim could only shake his head, waiting for the professor to keep on talking. “It’s a story about finding beauty in our everyday life, about imagination, and about breaking your routine.”

“Mom?” Tim turned away from Tommy, stirring up a conversation with his mother about the book, allowing Tommy’s eyes to wander back to (y/n)’s features. She couldn’t avert her gaze, couldn’t rip herself free from the grasp he had on her, whatever it was, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper, losing grasp on her life like Alice had, tumbling further down the rabbit hole. 

“It’s fascinating how easily you manage to impress him.” A grateful, almost proud smile tugged on Tommy’s lips, murmuring a soft “Thank you, love”. (Y/n) could only hope that the upcoming days won’t pass by all too quickly, slipping through her fingers like sand, unable to stop time from tugging her along. 

……

The stars twinkled in the sky, leaving (y/n) wondering what people living centuries ago must have seen up there, the brightness her eyes will never experience. She was sitting on a bench, arms wrapped around her knees, pressing her thighs against her front. The laughter of the others echoed through the air, making a smile tug on her lips.

For the first time in weeks, perhaps even months, she felt calm, relaxed, an unfamiliar sensation she had been aching for. Life had been too hectic lately, unable to catch her breath as she stumbled from one place to the other, set on pleasing those she looked up to.

“May I?” Tommy pointed to the empty spot next to her, cigarette once again placed between his soft lips, hands holding onto two bottles. She nodded with a smile shot his way before her eyes found the sky once again. He opened the bottles with his eyes set on (y/n)‘s side profile, looking at her with the same gaze she was shooting the dark sky. Full of adoration. Full of intrigue.

No words were spoken as he pushed the bottle into her hand, shuffling closer without her noticing. The two relished in their silence, finding comfort in the sound of laughter shaking up the night from afar. It was a moment so special, (y/n) could only hope she’d forever remember this. 

Only as she felt Tommy shuffle around did (y/n) begin to notice that she was trembling, shaking like a leaf dancing through the cold autumn air. Her head moved towards him as he pulled his sweater over his head, wordlessly pushing it over her shoulders. His scent engulfed her, a hint of his cigarettes, of his cologne that reminded her of old books and a warm winter feeling, a scent so unfamiliar, (y/n) couldn’t help but snuggle further into the soft fabric. 

Slowly Tommy moved his arm around her shoulders, placing it on the back of their bench. With heat rising to her face, (y/n)’s body began moving, sitting close enough to lean her head against his chest. A warm feeling flushed through both their systems, momentarily slowing down the upcoming seconds, allowing them to relish in their body contact.

“Do you see any constellations?” He whispered his words into her ear, forcing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She heavily swallowed, looking at the sky for a few more moments before she tilted her head towards his face. Tommy’s lips were close to hers, it’d be too easy to share a kiss, a similar thought Tommy found himself guided by, moving closer. 

With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) stayed still, praying to the stars above that he’d kiss her. Tommy’s lips were close to touching hers, close to sharing a kiss both would think of for days on end. 

“Professor Shelby?” One of the others called for him, interrupting their moment, forcing an annoyed groan out of Tommy. He let go of her with a short “Excuse me”, rising to his feet to walk back to the group. (Y/n) found herself watching him for a few more seconds before she turned her gaze back towards the sky, unable to swallow down her sigh. 

Perhaps time wasn’t in her favour tonight, perhaps the stars twinkling above in the sky weren’t her lucky ones this very night. Whatever it was, it left her heart longing for him. 

…… 

„It seems like you and the professor get along quite well.” Michael’s voice was laced with a teasing undertone, leaving (y/n) to roll her eyes. She shook her head with a smile, turning from the guide to focus on the scenery surrounding her. Waves were clashing to the sea, mixing the sand littering the beach with other rolling in, telling tales of places her eyes had never been fortunate enough to admire just yet. 

“He’s clearly into you, but it seems like you’re not the only one charmed by him.” Her eyes wandered to Tommy’s features, watching him interact with Tim’s mom. The woman had an overly bright smile on her lips, clearly trying to flirt with the man who tried to turn from her every few moments. (Y/n) couldn’t stop her laugh from clawing through her, forcing Tommy’s eyes towards her. 

“(Y/n), come here!” Tommy’s voice lured her closer, leaving Michael behind as Tim’s mom tugged her son away from Tommy with an annoyed face. He reached for (y/n)‘s hand, pulling her to the spot where the ocean waves rolled onto the beach, momentarily wetting their naked feet. “And if a god will wreck me yet again on the wine-dark sea, I can bear that too, with a spirit tempered to endure. Much have I suffered, laboured long and hard by now in the waves and wars.”

“Where is this from?” (Y/n) whispered her words, looking at the professor with awe laced in her gaze. Tommy turned towards her, smiling at (y/n), unable to stop himself from admiring her. 

“Homer’s Odyssey. I always find myself drawn to the way he described the sea, the stories most of us have long forgotten.” Once again the atmosphere around them began to crackle, forcing their hearts to race, making blood sing in their ears. Tommy’s hand found it’s way to her cheek, giving (y/n) the chance to pull away before he’d finally close the gap between them - at least that is what she’s been hoping for. 

But Tommy didn’t move closer, all he did was stare at her, trying to burn the sight of her face into his memory. Slowly he let go of her, leaving her standing as he picked up his shoes, walking back to the group. They were about to board the bus once again, driving to their hotel for this night. 

(Y/n)’s body forced her to move, grasping his wrist before this moment could slip through her fingers. She was guided by a sense of confidence she had never felt before, looking into his challenging eyes, waiting for her to move. Without another word being spoken, (y/n) pressed her lips against his, tasting the chewing gum he had chewed on a few minutes ago. The kiss was short, interrupted after a few seconds by her pulling away from him with a smile.

And with the squeeze of his hand, (y/n) let go of him, moving towards the bus as if the past moments hadn’t happened. She felt Tommy stare at her, heard the soft, raspy chuckles leaving him as he slowly began to follow her.

……

“Tommy, hi.” Her whispers filled the night, echoing through the hallway connecting their rooms. Tommy stared down on her for a few seconds, before he wordlessly closed the gap between them. She guided him back into her room without parting from him, moaning as their tongues met slowly, exploring one another’s mouth. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for quite a while.” His confession forced her to hide her face in the crook of his neck, allowing his hands to wander down her sides, pushing her even closer. “You’ve bewitched me, I don’t want to part from you.”

“Then don’t, don’t let me go.” (Y/n) pulled him in for another kiss, gasping in surprise as his hands found her behind, squeezing her soft skin with an unfamiliar kind of urgency, luring her back till they reached her bed for the night. Tommy’s lips began to wander down her throat, sucking on the spots that coaxed low moans from her, passing the moments she used to work on the buttons of his dark dress shirt. “I want to touch you, I need to feel you close.”

“You can have me however you want, love. So desperate for my touch, so needy.” With goosebumps covering her body, she was pushed down on the mattress. Her shirt was pulled from her, exposing her naked upper body to the man with overly piercing eyes. Tommy didn’t dare break eye contact as he pushed his shirt down his shoulders, hands working on his belt. “Tell me what you need, talk to me.”

“Mhm I want to taste you, been dreaming about sucking you off.” She felt her heart skip beats at every low groan leaving the man, watching him step out of his trousers before he reached for her hand. No further word was spoken as (y/n) dropped to her knees, staring up at Tommy. His veiny hands freed his cock from the confines of his dark underwear, already twitching in his grasp. Her tongue darted out to lick away the pearly drops of precum bearding his red tip, leaving Tommy gasping in surprise.

(Y/n) parted her lips for him, taking as much of him as she could before she slowly pulled back, tongue stroking his bulging vein. Tommy’s groans echoed through the room, a sound so strong, (y/n)‘s walls began to clench around nothing. She bobbed her head with urgency spurring her on, determination to push the professor over the edge within a few short minutes. 

“You’re doing so well for me. Look at the mess you’re making, pretty girl.” Her heart swelled at the praise, eyes momentarily fluttering close as she tried to breathe through her nose, taking him further down her throat. Tommy’s hand found her head, guiding the bobbing motion with moans clawing through him. “Your mouth will be the death of me.”

Her hums vibrated on his skin, watery eyes flickering up to meet his darkening ones. He was staring down on her, like Lucifer punishing sinners he had lured into the darkness, and like the sinners forever trapped in Lucifer’s realm, (y/n) never wanted to part from the professor again. 

“Fuck, I’m close, love.” Tommy warned her, head rolling back to release another throaty moan. (Y/n) kept bobbing her head, not daring to pull away, wanting to swallow every drop he was about to fill her cheeks with. 

The professor came with a groan, tightening his grip on her, painting her cheeks white. He watched her swallow, watched a smirk tug on her lips, a sight he couldn’t help but chuckle at. (Y/n) was pulled to her feet within seconds, pushed down onto the bed without a warning. Tommy pressed her down, hands tugging her damp panties down her legs, making room for him to nestle between her thighs.

“I bet you taste so sweet.” His whispers made her arch her back, eyes fluttering close as Tommy’s tongue found her folds, eating her out like a starving man, clinging to her as if she was the tree of all life. His tongue left her trembling, hands grasping the bedsheet all too tightly, about to rip holes into the fabric with her nails. 

(Y/n) choked on his name, one hand finding it’s way to his hair, tugging on his roots. She needed to feel him as close as possible, praying that this moment would last forever.

“Don’t be quiet, let them hear how good I’m making you feel.” Tommy’s command was met with a moan leaving (y/n), reverberating through the room. His fingers joined his tongue, pushing into her to prepare her for his aching cock, needing to bury himself inside of her any moment now.

With his fingers curled against her sweet spot, (y/n) found her breaths growing shallow, unable to breathe through the racing by moments. Tommy was set on making her scream, set on making her moans as loud as she could, heart swelling in a sick sense of pride as he felt her move closer and closer. 

Any moment now she’d cum, any moment now she’d give in with her sobs leaving her and her fingers tugging on his roots all too eagerly. And he wanted to feel it all, wanted to hear every sound he’d never forget. With their eyes meeting, Tommy managed to push her over the edge, giving in without being able to hold back.

His fingers fucked her through her high, eyes squeezed shut, nails scratching at whatever she could feel. A sight so admiring, Tommy didn’t find it in his heart to blink just once. 

“Tommy,” she gasped his name, whining in protest as he pulled away. “Fuck me, please, I want to feel you, all of you.”

“Let me get a-“ he was interrupted by the kiss she pressed against his lips, kissing him a few times before a soft “I’m on the pill, I want to feel you” left her. He stared down on her for a few seconds before he nodded his head. 

Their lips met again as Tommy pushed into her, making both moan in unison. Their hearts were racing, jumping and skipping beats every few seconds, adding even more anticipation to it. His hips met hers with every thrust, burying him deep inside of her, wanting to stare down on her with his now dark eyes, finding joy in the lust glimmering in her eyes. A sight so raw, a sight so pure. 

„Shit, Tommy, don’t hold back, please.” Tommy didn’t reply, he tightened his grip on her side as his other found her throat, eagerly pinning her down. The way he choked her had something almost lovingly to it, not daring to hurt her, though fully set on heightening her senses. His thrusts became faster, more urgent, chasing their second high. 

He didn’t give her a warning as he let go of (y/n), pulling out of her to flip her around, face pressed into the warm pillow she had been laying on. Tommy pushed back into her from behind, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. 

Both were close to giving in, bodies trembling, hearts racing. Her trembling fingers found her pulsing bundle of nerves, circling it with urgency, set on cumming any moment now. Tommy’s curses gave her the final push, clawing through him as if Genesis was speaking through him, the voice of God guiding all those who were able to pick up on it.

“Oh god, fuck, Tommy.” (Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut as she came, allowing her orgasm to flush through her system, poisoning her every vein. Tommy gave it a few more thrusts before he came, pulling out of her just in time to paint her skin with his heat, leaving marks for eternity. 

“Will you stay?” Her whispers filled the room, ringing in his ears as he carefully cleaned her up. Their eyes met, making a smile tug on both their lips. 

“Do you want me to?” Tommy sat down next to her, pulling (y/n) into his chest, allowing her to listen to the racing beat of his heart. With a kiss pressed to his throat, she murmured a soft “Of course”,allowing him to tighten his grasp on her. 

"Love, as I have heard say, sometimes flies and sometimes walks; with this one it runs, with that it moves slowly; some it cools, others it burns; some it wounds, others it slays." – Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes

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hello unfortunately i thought even more about sol + swag as an analogy for being asian and it is . making me unwell. i am putting it under the cut for the main reason that it is stupid beyond belief

OK. so. hear me out .

STUPID REASONS WHY SOL IS ASIAN:

(and hint: this is all me projecting 100%)

1) moist frog who immediately turns off when it gets too cold. SOUTHEASTASIAN BOY AS FUCK (to me). guy who thinks thirty degrees celsius is pleasant temperature. guy who thinks that anything below 25C is sweater weather. guy who is soo sweaty and moist all the time (the humidity) and that is not only a natural state, but a preferrable state. 20 degrees is too cold. anything below 0 is actually not functional.

anyway. sol bufo. keepin it warm and gross. if its too cold and dry he immediately hibernates. king

2) idk if anyone reading this has seen shaolin soccer. but sol bufo. could clump shaolin soccer. essentially what im saying is sol bufo is like a buff asian jock. which is kinda goofy and goodnatured and loud and also very obnoxious. i cannot articulate this very well. but. what can i say except a human version of sol bufo was delivered to me in a dream and it was every buff chinese classmate ive ever met.

3) (you will notice the reasons get progressively more stupid and more deeply specific)

sol bufo would love milo. omg. like. chocolate drink in a juice box container that is branded as a sports/energy drink and also green. also the guy on the front of the packet milo. sol bufo coded. tbh

anyway. milo isnt strictly southeast asian..? but. yes it is actually.

4) the whole monk class is extremely steeped in asian 'aesthetics' anyway. i mean. ki. so whatever i can claim this monk for me thats my right

NONSTUPID BUT STILL KIND OF SILLY REASONS:

and this is also me projecting 100%. obviously all delusion. so i guess see this as a for-fun reading of the sol/swag storyline through the lens of a very specific of asianness

okay so. swag right. his journey is about leaving his home where he was comfortable and safe but also very confined. mothership lures him to ezry w the promise of opportunity & seeing the world, making something of himself. he ends up being exploited for his body and skills. and he runs away, but his blood still oils up the mothership cogs.

so anyway. i think its pretty clear how that cld map onto like . an immigrant experience? leaving home because of the need to find urself, but simultaneously, the threat of exploitation at the hands of ppl who see you as a potential profit to be mined. this is the first part

the part that is more crazy to me is his experience in irondeep. like, when he left moonstone he left his entire community. now hes alone ... and he cant go back. (he is stranded physically, emotionally). and at this low point, of true and utter loneliness and purposelessness, comes along bronzebeard industries. they offer him a job - but more importantly, they offer him connections.

like. thinking about how were introduced to swag. its not at his job, its his downtime, its when hes hanging out with his coworkers, when hes surrounded by 'friends'. w people who think hes cool, and the people who think hes a "sucker".

idk! but i think this also relates rlly strongly to a common experience of being international? like. when you know you are permenantly lost from home. what you want more than anything is to feel the same community and sense of belonging you used to have. and it is very easy for that desire to ge manipulated. (like - im just gonna mention the one specific instance that ive seen. which is like. international students on college campuses getting targeted a lot by christian groups. because they know those people are lonely and want a feeling of shared tradition and practice. anyway. this is one specific example but also this is literally what happens to lyddie and sister rosaline :-| )

anyway so in summary: swags story of hope/idealism, exploitation, and loneliness leading him to be a very good pawn. i think that is something that could potentially be read as the experiences of ppl dislocated internationally from their home. and im saying its asian because I Want To.

... and sol! okay. i think very simply: sol is super white-washed. total banana. and thats part of his character. he is a moonstone bullywug who never knew his own home, and still, has never even seen moonstone with his own eyes. he does not know his own history. (and kinda tangent, the place where he spends the majority of his life is in launchpad, a sanitized corporate version of reality. and i mean, the whole 'boy wizard and frog pal' is very clearly alluding to harry potter. like. its white.) but ignoring that, the essence of his character is like. this is a guy who does not know where he came from

and currently? a large part of his arc is about trying to unravel his identity by figuring out where (who) he came from. swag daniels is his one link to a community hes just now found out he has. that is a part of why hes trying so hard to save swag. swag is his family - specifically the parts about family you cant choose. that is hard, complicated and how you understand where the parts of yourself track back to.

like. i think a lot about how the pivotal moments of connection between swag and sol are all about swag... showing sol what moonstone is like. in a dream, he lets sol experience what that place is like. that place is a muggy swamp. idk. swag is taking sol back home. that fucks me up a lot

... anyway digression aside. i think one of the most painful things gg on rn w sols arc rn is. how its looking right now. sol is going to lose swag. sol is going to have to come to terms w losing swag. sol for the first time, yearns to know who he is and who he came from. but by the time he went looking it was too late. his time is up. that moment of connection was brief and gone. there are so many questions about their history that sol will never know now

so obviously this kind of dips a bit into metaphor at the end. swag represents connection to cultural history and heritage and identity. and in that lens, it reads to ME as a story abt being asian and disconnected from ur roots. but anyway. even without that lens i think sols story is still v much abt cultural estrangement

(i also have a very loose and unformed thought: which is that sols journey from wanting to stand out/be special to wanting to find a place of belonging. is ALSO INCREDIBLY RESONANT to the experience of being whitewashed asian... ESPECIALLY for ppl who do come from asia. and how that also relates to the tragedy of wanting to understand ur roots when its already too late. but . i dont rlly know if that is a common experience so. itll be noodling in my head for now)

anyway. my essay. and yes this is all make believe in my head . TLDR: i think swags an immigrant sols a banana and i am fucking insane thanks everyone

also if u read this all and want to know what part of this long ramble actly answers the question of why i think theyre asian. well. you know what.

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I would like to know your headcanons for Splendor and Fen 👀 Basic stuff like personality and hobbies. I have my own versions of them that I’m in love with, but I love seeing other people’s stuff too. -🎀

OMG I HAVE MY OWN VERSIONS TOO!!! I'm so happy you asked because Fen is one of my favs ever !!!

To start things off it is my version of them used to be humans that died and came back, same with the rest of their family!! I'm not quiet exactly sure how Splendor but I know that Fen's death was a murder that happened due to a series of unfortunate events that happened in his life.. Don't make deals with a man claiming to be the devil, kids.

Personality:

Splendor - to be honest his personality is about what you'd expect. Very much up beat and happy go lucky optimist type deal that has definitely been influenced by past traumas in his life 😃 He's especially peppy around kids and REFUSES to swear cuz yk... but around other adults he kindaaa loosens up a bit but he can still be a bit uptight. Even then, he still has a chaotic side that RARLEY peeks out. Sometimes he gets so wound up that he just eventually breaks down and starts freaking out but he usually finds a way to survive 👍🏻 fighting the urge to call him a prude cuz thats mean but its so truuuuuuuuuue

Offender - Okay so like imagine if Deadpool was more cut off and distant. Flirty, witty, kind of a prick but secretly has a heart of...silver. If you wanna get to know him, and I mean REALLY get to know him, it's pretty much impossible unless you were quite literally hand picked and/or forced upon him (i.e. his proxies *wearing a t-shirt that says ask about my fen proxy ocs*) Bro doesn't even trust his own fucking family, so he tends to be stand-off-ish if that makes sense 😭

I should see what personality types they have 🤔

Hobbies:

Splendor -

Cooking - OKAY BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN WOULD NOT MAKE THEEEE BEST COMFORT FOOD YOU'VE EVER FUCKING TASTED. You eat one of his dishes and suddenly you have fat puppy syndrome. Fat, full, and tired. I like to think him and his family was from Germany and that he specializes in German dishes :D

Baking - Same with cooking, you CANNOT disagree that he'd make the most delicious goodies. He also definitely makes weed brownies, though he may deny it.

Music - Splendorman may not play an instrument like some of his other family members, but boy does he love listening to music. Him and Trenderman both LOOOVE to collect vinyls together <3. Splendor definitely has a record player that he uses RELIGIOUSLY and a phonograph somewhere around his big ass cottage teehee

Tea - OH yeah, ya boys a tea conisour. He has like every tea you can think of AND THEN SOME. he probably has an entire room just for storing all that damn tea.

Offender -

Gardening - Since Fen was a kid he's been absolutely in love with nature, especially flowers specifically. Sometimes he'll spend hours, even entire days, messing around out front of his broken down mansion and about his forest, tending to the flowers and other floura.

Violin - Another hobby Offender has had since he was a small lad!! Over the many years of his existence he has had plenty of time to master the craft of violin playing. Though since his death he stopped playing as often as he used to but he still does every now and then!!

Singing - Fen may not sing often but when he does, he has the voice of an arch fucking angel. He likes singing just fine but if he's being completely honest with himself, he enjoys playing the violin more. Though he does occasionally use his hypnotic voice to lure people in so he can steal their souls but that's business, not a hobby.

Painting - Yet another activity Fen is incredibly skilled in, but does not often indulge in. But since Fen has access to so many different flowers with many varying colors, sometimes he'll make paint to make something insanely beautiful.

Random Fun Fen Fact: After his death, Fen has this snake tattoo implanted on him by the devil that is slowly moving and slithering around his body!!

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A THING.

It's a story that I wrote on another website, one that I hope you'll never find, and that, dear friends, is the edited version of it. Before actually publishing it I'd like to get feedback on it pretty please ? Thank youuuu.

Moments like this were Chan's favorite moments; to be able to see and witness happiness, and not only from his members but also from the staff - most of the time welcoming and kind. See a smile on thousand of people's faces, hundreds or even dozens; it was heartwarming. It was the reason why the Australian was glad to be given this opportunity. In all honesty, he was practically bouncing on his feet when his manager mentioned a collaboration or a kind of interview with BuzzFeed Celeb. He was no stranger to this name - or agency, having watched some popular videos with the latest trending artists. So you can imagine that being here, in those studios, in front of those cameras, was practically a dream come true.

"Thank you for having us today!" he bowed to the cameras, his members following along and thanking properly the person who made this possible. He bent down, knees on the floor, and caught the black puppy who was zooming past him excitedly, ready to annoy his brother, just like he did during the entirety of the shooting. "We enjoyed every second of it, and those cute little guys were really sweet."

He couldn't help but baby talk to the small creature in his hands. The mere thought that the small dog was fitting in his hand was making him giggle and hold him closer, kissing the top of his furry head as 'Maniac' was wriggling in his arms, unable to stay still for more tan a few seconds. It made Chan realize how small they were. Humans and animals were alike, at a point of their life, they all have been small, young, passionate and eager to discover the world. It was more than just an interview; it was a refreshing day, a day which made him remember his youth and the importance of passion, the worth of life. He did not need a puppy to remember that, but it did help.

"You don't have to thank us. We should be the one thanking you for agreeing to come here today." a member of the staff answered, one who was holding a clipboard - her name is Bea, if Chan remembers correctly. She was a tad woman, hard-looking with short hair and piercing eyes, her arms tick with muscles and her shoulder broad with what Chan knew was back muscles - she was working out, he was quite sure about this fact, even if it meant nothing, he just liked being observant. But despite her rough exterior - as some might call it, her heart seemed as soft and warm as anyone. She watched with heart eyes the puppies stumbling on their own feet, playfully biting one another as the remaining kids were still sat on the ground, playing with them. "Those cute guys are shelter dogs. It's nice to see them enjoy themselves out of their cage."

"Really?" Jisung said out loud as he was cuddling a very relaxed brown puppy, Minho sitting next to him as he was stroking the baby's pink belly. It is not because he is known as the 'cat butler' that he doesn't like dogs. In fact, the dancer was suffering during the entirety of the interview. He tried really hard to lure the puppies: toys, baby talk, knocking on the floor. He failed - totally. So being able to pet one eventually was a great achievement - bonus point for petting him next to Jisung.

The latter was whining, pouty lips on full display at the mention of the shelter they were housed at - an expression that Minho quite enjoyed if not for the fact that it was out of sadness, Jisung was cute, he couldn't help himself but chuckle. The mere thought of them being stuck in cages all day long, without the assurance that they will be adopted was painful. As a dog owner and an animal lover it was basically a knife to his chest. "I want to adopt him."

If anyone noticed what he said, none of them mentioned it, they instead kept on playing with the small creatures, chuckling at the young man's words. Bea kept on talking to Chan - whose puppy escaped by jumping off his arms dramatically a few seconds ago, and the others were to far engross with the puppies to care about what impulsive thoughts was said out loud by Jisung - then again it wasn't unusual for Jisung to speak his mind out loud when no one was expecting it. 

"Look Minho, isn't he cute?"

"Yeah." Minho wanted to say so much more. But he did not, he just watched his Donsaeng with fond eyes - tell him that and you might end up in the air fryer, his stare was intense - not that Jisung noticed anyway, far too engrossed for the brown puppy between his hands. He really was cute, wasn't he ?

"Y'all are fine with playing with them a bit more, we have to gather our equipments and clear out the studio."

Chan did not need to be ask twice. Why would he leave a place that made him and his boys happy when he could stay there a bit more, watching joy, happiness, cross his member's features. Even if they had a tight schedule, how could he say no to stay a few more minutes in what seemed to be the first safe space since the beginning of their tour? He was great like that. Or maybe selfish, who knows.

"Cutie. You want go home with me? Hm? Meet Bbama?" Jisung's voice was far too high to be considered 'manly', but who cares? He was in a safe haven, where no one but himself would judge him for who he was, or what he said. It was great, it was exhilarating, being there with the person he cared about so much. He was himself. And if the way that the puppy was chewing on his perfectly styled hair was a sign, he loved him. "What a cutie..." he cooed, not even a once of shame, even if Minho was snorting next to him, amused by his involuntary aegyos.

Jeongin, who was seemingly squeaking a toy, trying to lure a puppy, raised his head to look at the couple siting a few meters away from him and smiled. They were so obvious, it was painful. Actually, not far from them, another member of BuzzFeed's staff  was looking at them, a frown on his face. The situation was weird. The stare was intense, and if Jeogin could prevent an altercation or a scandal - some members of the staff had big mouths, he witnessed it more than once - he would do his best to avoid it before calling for his leader. "Bbama will think you cheated on him."

"Nah." Jisung eventually said, his inclination towards the youngest leading him farther from Minho. He smiled, a beautiful heart shape that made the Maknae's heart miss a bit - he was used to it, Jisung was cute and handsome. "Bbama's gonna be a big bro, he'll be fine." 

"Did you know dogs could be jealous?" Hyunjin piped up, eventually raising his head towards the duo and their adopted son - who made himself at home, wiggling his but to fit between Han's legs as the latter was taking off his collar, thinking about how uncomfortable this might have been for him. He, himself, in a few minutes, had become an adoptive father, his partner being Felix. After minutes, and empty promises of treats that the dogs would never even smell, they managed to snatch - or kidnap, the other brown puppy, who was now lazily chewing on Felix's shoes.

The youngest Australian's doe eyes widened comically, his gaze flickering towards Hyunjin side profile before going back to the puppy on his legs. "Seriously?" 

Hyunjin hummed, watching with tired eyes the brown puppy leaving tooth marks on Felix's shoes as the latter was only giggling and taking pictures - thanks to Seungmin, who retrieved and brought them their phone. "The stylists are gonna be mad..." he whispered, mostly to himself. But it did not went past the rapper's good earring, who frowned at the mere thought of upsetting the people who worked hard to give him this outfit.

Felix kindly and softly grabbed the puppy, taking him away from his new favourite toy with a sight. He wasn't upset. Scratch that, he was a bit upset, at himself though. He was careless and fooling around with things that wasn't his. He watched with longing eyes the puppy run toward Changbin - who was apparently playing wrestling with Maniac. Chan's eyes, who watched the scene unfold before his eyes, quickly glanced at Hyunjin. Another day, months ago, maybe even weeks, Hyunjin would have told Felix to not worry about such insignificant things, that he would buy new shoes to replace the one who were damaged, just in order to see the Australian's bright smile lit up the room. But he remained silent, avoiding to look at the blonde boy, his eyes and resolve wavering each passing minutes.

But as he was about to speak, to reassure Felix that everything would be fine, to reassure Hyunjin that he was not to blame for unconsciously hurtful demeanor, the loud and cheering voice of Bea cut him off.

"There you are!"

Chan's back was facing the person Bea was talking to so he could not exactly  gauge the situation. He was not imagining the worse, he just liked to be prepared when interacting with someone - Seungmin once called him a 'control freak', he was one to talk.

Bea seemed to have engaged in a conversation with the addition to the scene, her voice far more low and her sentences less sharp and fast. He turned around, the urge to put a face to this soft and quite deep yet feminine voice, far too strong. And he was met with a woman. An average young woman - he wasn't one to judge someone by their looks, he just likes to associate the right words to the right things, or in this case, person. She was by no mean blessed with a beauty that glued his eyes to her face, her outfits wasn't stylish, provocative, or such things, and her facial features were not some that he could stare at for hours. Yet, her eyes - tired eyes, despite not being enticing, were quite endearing. Big eyes, the shape a mix between round and almond. It definitely was the features that complimented her the most - alongside her lower lips, but it would be weird to admit that he looked at her lips.

During his quiet and discreet observation, he managed to catch onto a few words that were exchanged between the two women. Nothing valuable or worth eavesdropping, so he gave them privacy and lowered his gaze towards his boys.

"You can't adopt him."

"Why not?" the whiny voice of Jisung broke echoed in the almost empty studio and, for a second, he cringed, not realizing how loud he was.

"Excuse me..?" The voice Chan's heard a minute ago had shifted to an almost whisper, stuttering, as if transported by the breeze and vanishing in the air. If it wasn't for the emptiness of the studio, no one would have heard it. But they did, and she winced as eight pair of eyes focused on her, seemingly backing away from them. They waited eagerly, silent - for once, looking as realization was hitting her, the tip of her ears turning a shade of grey. She couldn't help but feel like she had interrupted something, even if she did have the right to be there.

She mustered a few words she could come up with in her head, but not even one left her parted lips. She was frozen on the spot, freaking out, her heart was doing back flip and the adrenalin pumping in her veins was making her hands shake. She never knew she'd meet her idols that way, and never thought about the fact that she would freak out, quite literally.

'Miroh' sniffed the air, his wet nose turning towards the young woman, and in a few seconds, too fast for Jisung to process what was happening, he was wriggling like a worm and throwing high-kick at his face. Not wanting him to hurt himself in the panic, Jisung let go of him and watched him skip towards the woman who was standing in a corner of the room, where the cameras once have been. 

Her grimacing face suddenly lighten up like Christmas light and a wide smile appeared on it as she crouched down, hands stretching toward the little being who was waddling before her. "Bébé !"

All tension had left her body, her hands were no longer shaking as she scooped him up into her embrace, getting up from the floor. Her chuckles was kept to the lowest volume, but the mere expression on her face was enough to convey her joy at whoever would look carefully.

The small puppy seemed to hold the kind of power which could make her talk, as she eventually briefly lifted her gaze from him to look at a bewildered Jisung and said, "He's not a shelter dog." As if her words weren't enough, the little dog showered her with affection and wet kisses, one that she gladly accepted - a bit self-conscious at the way they were looking at her getting her face flooded with dog slaver. Yet, she pursued, hiding her face behind the only thing that could hide her at the moment. "He's my puppy."

Embarrassment. It was the only emotion that kept him breathing at the moment. It was during one of those moments that Jisung blamed himself for being too Jisung. For being too chatty, too comfortable around others.

He got up from the floor as if it was burning, legs wobbly and unsteady, hand shaking with anxiousness. It wasn't as if it was the reaction she wanted to elicit from him, he just couldn't help it. The impression of overstepping. But he knew he did not. And it upset him even more. Like a loop. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he had an owner!" Just like she did seconds ago, he stuttered some imperceptible excuses, not daring to meet her gaze - not that he could, she was intently looking at the floor, it was far more interesting than her idols. The latter got up from the floor, te strong urge to put Jisung in a warm hug to ease the thoughts they knew were swarming in his head. Minho was standing close to him, his eyes drilling holes in the back of his head and his arm brushing against the younger one 's.

If the way he apologized in Korean disturbed her, she did not say a thing and instead look up from the oh! so interesting floor to look at his small and blushing face. She knew that look. The way he was fiddling with his fingers, avoiding her gaze - and everyone's as a matter of fact. She was like that too, it was like looking at her reflection, except that he was Han Jisung. She did not want him to feel bad over something that silly, just like she would, so she answered just as quickly, "It's fine!"

It was Stray kids turned to be surprise by the words she spoke. It was Korean - with a thick accent of something else that wasn't English. None of them uttered a word though, not wanting to ask questions to a complete stranger, not even knowing if it was the only word she knew in their native language.

At that, Jisung abruptly raised his head, eyebrows disappearing behind his bang as his eyes closed on the woman's one.

Jisung had once been a rebel. He spoke his mind like nothing or no one could prevent him from doing it, carried himself like he owned the place and made friends and enemies alike with an ease that was almost enviable. He grew up, kept a bit of that attitude, mixed it with the new Han Jisung so that he would become who he is today. An ace, one of the best rapper of the industry, a dancer that could dance with ease, a singer whose voice was praised, a composer who never lacked of new ideas for his band's future song. But nowhere along the road he thought that him, of all people, of all Stray Kids, he would feel that way - he expected that from Felix, to be honest. He never thought that he would believe in love at first sight.

[rust-bearer]

I’m back… and hiding! Haha no one can see me, sharing zombie thoughts with you in secret.

Anyway, love anon, makes me feel more comfortable sharing weird stuff like this. But anyway, I think Onslaught is the resident cook for our zombie survivalists. That’s all though. Actually no, I think… hmm, I think he focuses specifically on cooking eggs and omelettes and breakfast spreads. He strikes me as that strong silent stereotype, and I have ZERO reasoning behind my decision (actually my brain’s decision, I had no say in this), but he’s the farmhouse chef. Some more thoughts broken down:

1. He does all of the cooking, and no one else is allowed in the kitchen when he does it.

2. He wears an apron that says “Don’t ^ KISS THE COOK” like kiss the cook but with a little ^ thing and then don’t added in with sharpie? I hope that makes sense.

3. The egg thing, uhhhh… I see people doing so many cool things with eggs. Like soft boiled eggs, cloud eggs or whatever, eggs that aren’t scrambled, eggs that don’t explode, stuff like that. I bet he makes really good omelettes and stuff. And practices cooking with eggs because a— chickens!! Lots of chickens!! Everyone should have chickens, they’re great, and b— I don’t know, eggs are just so easy to gather? And butter too, if… like, if you have the resources. Eggs and butter, and maybe salt and pepper if you’re not lame, and then bam, you can become all culinary and such.

4. He probably has a soft spot for the kids, and he probably likes making them foods that are both healthy AND kid approved. Kids are so picky, it’s crazy, but Onslaught probably knows his way around this. He can even get them to eat vegetables, it’s insane. First Aid wants to know his secrets, seriously.

5. Honestly? Probably really quiet in the mornings, unlike his asshole gestalt/brothers who probably make enough noise to lure the ENTIRE zombie population, and do so every morning without fail. Probably decided to take up cooking just to keep everyone alive lol.

6. Uhhhmmm that’s all, but I’m gonna try to edit a picture to make Onslaught with the apron on and holding a skillet with an egg in it and standing in front of a stove, we’ll see how it goes. I literally cannot draw to save my life, so that’s out of the question, unfortunately. It’ll have to be a TF version, too, but… it’ll be good enough. Yeah, hopefully that goes well. It’ll make things make more sense, too (I think). But anyway… some love for Onslaught!

The (don’t) kiss the cook apron is just *chefs kiss*. It is leaning into his military background more but he strikes me as the guy who was always like “these MREs are acceptable. But could be made better.” and pulls out his little shakers of spices and hot sauce. When he had the time he was the commander who actually tried to get quality meals cooked up, or delegated to someone who had the time to.

Onslaught lecturing (threatening) someone on how an army runs on its stomach and if he finds them skimping out on proper nutrition he will personally kill them himself so they don’t bring the unit dishonor by passing out from low blood sugar on the field

The biggest find at the farmhouse is one of those vintage Dutch ovens. A really good quality one, and then comes more lectures on how bread was used by ancient military strategists and if any of you morons touch his sourdough starter it’s over for you

With all the eggs the chickens make, egg salad is incredibly common at the farmhouse.

[finitepeace]

september reads: hannigram

Fortune’s Fool by CoraWritesThings | 25k words, WIP last updated 2022 | In Louisiana, a serial killer dubbed “The Grimm Reaper” has murdered three people and left their corpses in twisted versions of fairytales. Jack Crawford sends Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to follow the case’s leads, and their investigation leads them to the carnival, where an encounter with a mysterious fortune teller leaves Will shaken. Now, it seems as though her predictions for Will are coming true...and that isn’t exactly great news, considering that they include deceit, death, and a deep, soulmate-like connection with Hannibal that holds the potential to be more destructive than everything else combined.

Once More, With Feeling by FourthAxis | 10k words, last updated 2017 | Hannibal sat up, groggy from sleep and confused as he looked around. He was not in a hospital bed, nor the narrow cot of his prison. Or any prison for that matter. The bed was familiar, as was the room, because once they belonged to him before the machine of time and unfortunate events turned it into a walk-in museum for curious tourists. Or -- After taking a tumble off the cliff, Hannibal wakes up to a world several years in the past, his memories intact, and the fateful first meeting with Will just about to happen. This time around his priorities are a bit different.

through a glass by amare | 46k words, M | Will wakes up in a universe where he and Hannibal are dating

les bois du cerf by Breakmybones (CarterReid) | 24k words | Will was different, that was obvious. He dreamed of killers, darkness and flames devouring feathers - things that no normal person would ever think of. But he wasn't normal. And neither was his soul-mark.

He Who Holds the Devil by astramaxima (shotgunsinlace) | 53k Words, WIP | A missing persons case turned homicide sends the FBI overseas, to a grisly scene at the foothills of a medieval castle. A decades old mystery slowly unravels into a complicated web of things best considered unreal, and left untouched. At the center of it, Will Graham bears the burden of madness and suspicion when all roads lead, inexplicably, back to him.

Mischief Nights: A Romantic Comedy for Serial Killers by astramaxima (shotgunsinlace) | 28k words | He’s supposed to be the lure, but somewhere down the line he lost complete control of the situation. It starts with a social worker inside a horse, followed by his psychiatrist driving an hour to the middle of nowhere to bring him homemade pumpkin spice coffee, and ends with an invitation to a dinner party on Halloween. The week can only get so much weirder.

More Myself Than I Am by StratsWrites | 9k words | Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they will connect with on such an intimate level that they are like one mind in two bodies. It comes on the cusp of adulthood, a shared link between two minds. It will start with feelings, emotions shared across the connection. Some people claim senses; smell and sound. Those who are thoroughly, intensely intertwined can claim to send their very thoughts towards each other, although it’s generally considered bad luck to use the connection to find each other sooner than you are meant to. It is a wonderful thing, to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, somebody out there will understand you. Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

The Borderland State by nekosmuse | T, 42k words | Three years after Hannibal's arrest, Will Graham stands on the front porch of his Georgian seaside home and watches twin headlights navigate the winding stretch of his lane. There is only one reason Jack Crawford would travel all this way, in the rain: Hannibal Lecter has escaped from prison, and no one knows where he is.

How To Save A Life (The Cannibal-Friendly Handbook) by Kittendiamore | T, 3k words | Will tries to jump off a bridge but ends up offering himself up to a cannibalistic serial killer

radon and its daughters by chaparral_crown | 59k words | Hobbs doesn't go away after he dies. Neither does his daughter, or Will's desire to keep her and any that are like her, or Hannibal's insistence that he must, no matter how ill-suited Will thinks he is to be a parent. Season 1 AU.

The Way A Knife Loves A Heart by Linpatootie | 23k words | Will Graham is unprecedented in Hannibal Lecter’s life and he falls for him with a kind of messy violence. This doesn’t bode too well for our Will, but he may not object to it as much as one might expect.

[fumikomiyasaki]

A better version of my design made by @/thetwstwildcard

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name: Eiji Hiranori

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:  male

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 18

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: 6th of March

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Pisces

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 184 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Purple with cross

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: dark green

Species: Homunculus (no one knows yet)

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Octavinelle

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: 3rd year

C𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 3-C

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student, Jewelry maker, Serial killer

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: none

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Conjuration

Homeland:  Port Jubilee

Sexuality: Questioning

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Left

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  Cherrypie, tomato juice,

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: allergic to Pineapples,

Likes: Rabbits, Halloween, Symbolisms of death, Bones and Skulls

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: Christmas, Nature and Plants, Thugs,

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Making Jewelry, Sorting glasses, Origami

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: memorizing, doodling, adding details to what he makes

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory:

Tw Animal Cruelty, Death

Eiji grew up as a child who saw life as very predictable. He didn't know he was an artificial created child... his parents only kept him to experiment if he can be human. He read lots of books and was concerned nothing would surprise him anymore. To not leave him emotionless and bored his parents bought him a pet rabbit, which he got attached to and called Philia. Year passed and everything seemed well, but one day as he ran away from home with his rabbit, because he couldn't stand being ordered around by his parents, because he felt on a higher level than them. He ran into some street thugs which beat him up and killed his rabbit in front of him. This was the first step to top over his personality, he didn't feel sad or mourned the death of his pet, he felt fascinated on what was inside the corpse of it. As he touched the paw, wishing he could hide it away from others, the blood drenched paw shrinked and fell into his hand.

This was the start of Eijis powers. He from then on snucked away from home from time to time to look around at the street crowd. There was a old man who sold jewelry on the streets having a more gothic and dark feel to them. Eiji feeled like seeing death fulllfilled him and if he could in other form show others mortality without being arrested, making his own Jewelry shop could be a way.

As he was old enough he started with that idea to first just craft replicas of skulls and limbs, but they didn't look real enough to his standards. A blind lost person came in, headed the wrong way as Eiji worked on his jewelry. Eiji lured them with his words to his basement as it was the first person he killed by himself, using his shrink power to have a little skull pearl out of the skull of that same person.

From that point on he started his buisness as a seller of Jewelry made out of real human body bones. His targets are mostly poor people, street thugs and more in that direction.

Eiji has no empathy for people, his own desire is to him more important than others well beings... yet he hasn't been caught yet for the things he did. He tries to keep up his reputation and the dorm members do see him as diligent and hard working yes, he fakes a lot of it. He tries to use his attitude to cover up his crimes. If he does fall for someone it would be in a twisted way. Showering them in his jewelry yet not hesitating to make these out of people they care about. Wanting you to stay beautifull to him at any cost... not seeing the you and moreso how he perceives you.

Unique Magic:

Just Right

Can adjust the size of anything, Shrinking and making things bigger.

[kisuminight]

For the DSMP Blade System AU, I've mentioned in previous posts that most things stay the same pre-Staged Finale, with the exception of minor details and motivations (for example, we are hand-waving all non-canon deaths of any Blade or Driver that happened). But if c!Dream has differing motivations for the Plan, why is Staged Finale still happening in this AU?

c!Dream and c!Punz need some peace to work on part of the Plan. Now, Doomsday got rid of L'Manberg, but nobody actually died and frankly neither of them trust the old members of the government not to try another execution attempt, this time hunting Dream down. There is also Tommy to consider

Dream has to protect George. George cannot be uncovered as Dream's Driver, in large part because people tend to forget Blades have their own agency.

Keep Punz and EW!Ranboo safe. The plan needs to shift suspicion of helping Dream off of them. Neither of them should be suspected of being Dream's Driver, either.

Related to point 1, they need to track down an Aegis. That is not going to happen without having time with nobody bothering them.

Testing the Memory Patch isn't very easy with a non-compliant test subject.

In order for Dream to have any peace, he must either be imprisoned (Pandora's Vault has been built, but putting Dream in there would detract from it's eventual use for it's true purpose) or he needs to die. Given that c!Tommy is certainly going to get himself involved in some way, Dream is pretty certain he's going to die. He just needs to make sure it is in front of enough of the server that news of him being a Blade gets out, and that whatever he's killed for makes George unlikely to come forward as his Driver.

See, the thing about Blades is that their core crystals count as items. And there is a lot (so much) internalized prejudice that strips Blades of their agency. It's nonsense, of course. Anybody who's watched Skeppy and Bad's relationship for 5 minutes understands that Blades are their own people, and they do not have to (or always want to) do everything their Driver tells them to do.

Dream figures that the first thing people are going to do after figuring out he is a Blade is assume he is a "Bad Person" because he has a "Bad Driver." And that the second question, after "Who was Dream's first Driver?" will be "Who should be Dream's next Driver, to ensure that he is a Good Person?"

To be fair, he's not wrong. The Skeppy Cage exists in this one too, and no one questions it either.

Dream has faith that the Memory Patch is working. That it will work for him. But the problem is that it is removable. There isn't any guarantee of perfect recall, either. And it needs to be perfect, if it is going to be used as the cornerstone of The Plan.

The Plan, here, has 2 phase. Phase 1 is completing a version of the Memory Patch that can be added to the general Universal Patch Updates. Dream and Punz need to complete the code, which takes time and no distractions. They need to find an Aegis (neither of them have figured out Phil yet) to add their code to the Patch Update. Also other reasons (the Egg). Phase 2 is immortality and the server reset (after the Memory Patch has gone out).

So the script for the Staged Finale is:

lure Tommy and Tubbo

lie about a bunch of stuff (including killing Tubbo) to get Tommy mad enough to kill

have Punz lead the others through the Nether portal, removing doubts of his potential loyalty to Dream.

Tommy kills Dream, revealing Dream is a Blade (Punz will loudly point this out, to make sure everyone understands)

leave a bunch of "dangling threads" in the form Dream's Driver, what the Driver's potential plans are as wild goose chases (George will not be a suspect because the dethronement wouldn't have happened if Dream was George's Blade /s)

Punz leaves while people argue about Dream's core crystal. He waits on the other side of the Nether portal, passive ability turned to max so people don't realize he didn't leave

EW!Ranboo takes advantage of the argument to sleight-of-hand the core crystal. He goes through the Nether portal, hands the core crystal off to Punz, and then leave Ranboo in the Nether with the note that Dream is a Blade and the shock presumably caused the memory loss for the day. Ranboo is now no longer a suspect.

Dream is reAwakened as Punz's Blade, experiments can continue. Even if other people on the server see him, they assume that he is a completely new person/has no memory.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 53

✨GT Stands For Granddaughter Tugging✨

All right, so Naturon Shenron seemed to be easy pickings in the previous episode, but it turned out that he was just feigning defeat in order to absorb Pan’s body.  The version we saw in Episode 52 was actually an ordinary mole that had been transformed by Naturon’s powers.  Now that he has Pan’s body, he... looks very much like he did before, actually.  I mean, he’s blue, with red claws instead of black, and he has this big frill on his head, and two tails for some reason.   I’m not saying they didn’t change the design for this new form.  My point is that he still looks more like a mole than like Pan.  Like, give him an obnoxious Winnie the Pooh T-shirt or something.

Anyway, the big dilemma here is that Goku has to stop Naturon before he destroys this whole city they’re fighting in, but if he kills Naturon, he’ll kill Pan in the process.  Meanwhile, Naturon can now do stuff like the Kamehameha, because he has all of Pan’s abilities.

For her part, Pan is totally on board with Goku taking the shot.  She’d rather die than be used this way.  When Goku stalls and talks tough, Naturon sees through his bluff, and Pan tells him (somehow?) that he’s got to do whatever it takes. 

So Goku takes the shot, 10x Kamehameha, pointblank range, right in Naturon’s face.  Closed-casket funeral.

Back at their house, Pan’s parents are like “I sure hope Pan’s doing okay.”  Okay, why are they just sitting at home wondering about this?  They can sense energy.  Can’t they tell what’s going on?  Gohan glances back at a photo of Pan and remarks “I half expect that it might be Dad that’s giving Pan all the trouble.”  Like, is he being cute about this?  Can he sense Goku blasting Pan into smithereens at that very moment, and he just doesn’t want to let on in front of his wife?

Not that it matters, because it doesn’t work.  Everyone seems surprised by this, and Naturon speculates that Goku subconsciously held back.  Goku’s like “No way, I put everything I had into that attack,” and Naturon’s like “Well, then how else can I still be alive?”  

Okay, this is some real bullshit here. 

So Goku realizes he can’t win this fight, and he’s too sad about Pan to keep trying.  Naturon is very pleased with himself about this, so he decides to add insult to injury by extruding Pan from his body so Goku can see her one last time. 

And Goku was counting on this to happen?  He was only playing possum so he could grab hold of Pan and yank her back out.  So this is basically the reverse of the last episode, where Naturon faked defeat in order to get Pan.  

Then we see Naturon’s true form, and he looks like Rage Shenron if he were based on a mole instead of a chicken.  Goku just whales on him for a bit and then finishes him off with a plain old vanilla Kamehameha.  The end.

✨"Good" "Ideas", Poorly Executed✨

Okay, so a lot of things don’t add up with this one.

First, in the last episode, Naturon claimed that he was the Seven-Star Dragon Ball itself.  In other words, he has no physical body of his own, and must lure in unsuspecting people and animals to gain physical substance.  So what the hell is this, then?

Second, why does he look like a mole?  I’m not saying he can’t look like a mole, but in the last episode, it was strongly implied that he only looked the way he did because he had taken over a mole’s body.   But then he continued to look like a mole when he got Pan’s body, and he still looks like a mole when he loses Pan. 

Third, if this is what Naturon looks like when he loses his host, then why didn’t we see this form in the last episode?  

Fifth, why does Pan’s body make him more dangerous than he was before?  This is just like when Luud got a power boost from Pan, even though Pan herself doesn’t have much in the way of power.  Yet somehow, when a bad guy uses her power, they can give Goku a hard time.  It’s just kind of hypocritical, how they never let Pan get a win or do anything cool, and they keep her weak so she won’t be able to get in the way of the story, but somehow she’s just strong enough to be a liability.

Sixth, why does Goku need to kill Naturon with his most powerful attack?  Can he not just incapacitate him instead? Naturon joked about his 10x Kamehamaha barely rating 5x.  Well maybe a 3x Kamehameha was just what the doctor ordered.   Something to hurt Naturon without killing Pan.  Which reminds me...

Seventh, this is just the same premise as Luud and Baby, and Super 17 for that matter.  We can’t stop the bad guy without risking the life of a good guy. It’s a decent enough story concept, but we’ve already been here a few times before. 

Eighth, how in the hell does Goku not know how much power he’s putting into his attacks?  If he can’t go through with shooting Pan, then fine, but how does he say that he’s going to do it, charge up the attack, fire it, and then just not hit as hard as he intended?  Unless this was part of Goku’s bluff.  He wanted Naturon to think he had lost his nerve when he actually hadn’t?  But that doesn’t sound like Goku.  I’m not saying Goku wouldn’t go that far, but I don’t think he’s a good enough actor to pull it off.

Ninth, how did Goku know Naturon was going to release Pan long enough for him to pull her out?   I mean, it worked, obviously, but how did he even know Naturon could do that?   The trick made more sense when Naturon did it, because he knew the good guys would want his Dragon Ball, and if he made it seem like he was losing, they would take the Dragon Ball and fall into his trap.   But in this situation, Goku doesn’t have any bait for Naturon to take, and Naturon had no compelling reason to show him Pan one more time. 

✨Positivity Page✨

I will give the writers some credit for making each Dragon the author of his demise.  Haze rope-a-doped Goku and Pan, then mocked them for not finishing him off when they had the chance.  Then he... neglected to finish them off when he had the chance.  Rage made himself so big that he couldn’t be defeated, but he also left himself exposed to the rain, which was probably the reason he kept his electric slime separated in the first place.  But he got too full of himself, and exposed his weakness.  Oceanus had a pretty formidable power, but she used it to pick on seagulls, and terrorized them enough that they knew how to find her weak spot, and were more than willing to point it out to the good guys. 

And here, Naturon has been attacking this city for two episodes straight, which means that when he’s in dire need of a new body, there’s no one around to provide one.  Everyone fled the area a long time ago, so he’s cornered.   Well... he could try to take over Goku’s body, but I assume this wasn’t an option for some reason.

✨Is This Episode Worse than "The Roaming Lake"?✨

You may have noticed how short this entry is, and that’s because the episode is very thin, even by the standard set throughout the rest of GT.

The bulk of this episode is spent on Goku dodging Naturon’s attacks while they each talk about Goku’s dilemma.  The only other character involved is Pan, who makes her position clear throughout.  You can sum it all up in three lines of dialogue, but GT milks it for like ten minutes. 

The problem here is that there’s no suspense to any of this.  Of course Goku’s going to shoot Naturon.  He can’t just let him go.  If nothing else, he needs the Dragon Ball back.  As for Pan, as long as she’s stuck in Naturon’s body, she’s lost to Goku anyway. 

People often criticize Dragon Ball for diminishing the impact of character deaths, because you can just wish all the casualties back to life at the end of every battle.  And that’s a fair point, but in this scenario, the Dragon Balls appear to be off the table.  Maybe Goku could wish Pan back to life later on, but he certainly can’t use the Dragon Balls right now, and using them later may not be an option.  From what the Elder Kai said, it sounds like Goku can’t use any Dragon Balls, anywhere. So if he kills Pan here, she’s dead for good.

Which ought to make this episode more dramatic, but it really doesn’t work, because we know they won’t write Pan out of the story here.  They’ve made the formula too clear by this point.  The supporting cast is completely gone at this stage of the series, so if Goku kills Pan, who’s left?  Is he just going to find the rest of the Shadow Dragons by himself?  Is he going to recruit Bulla or Goten to help him the rest of the way?   No, of course not. 

So when you watch this episode, there’s no doubt in your mind that Goku will find a way to save Pan and defeat Naturon.  Which means it gets really tedious watching the characters agonize over Goku’s choice, when in fact he never actually had one. 

It also hurts the big twist when Goku reveals he was playing possum.  He just laid down and said he was beaten, which is just laying it on way too thick.  We already know he’ll figure something out, so having him just shut down like that is kind of pointless. 

Besides, if all Goku had to do was pull on Pan to get her out, then why didn’t he do that in Episode 52, when she got pulled in to begin with?  The whole thing just comes across as arbitrary and dumb.

You know, what would have been a better ending would be if Goku did decide to attack Naturon, but instead of a Kamehameha, he went for the Spirit Bomb.  Because the Spirit Bomb only hurts malicious opponents, so if Goku throws on at Naturon Shenron, it’ll only hurt him while sparing Pan completely, right? 

And yes, I know Goku use the Spirit Bomb later in this saga, but my point is that Episode 63 sucked, so removing that Spirit Bomb so Goku could use it in a more tactical way in this episode is win-win. 

Anyway, 54-0 for the Roaming Lake.  This is just getting pathetic.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Shock revelation

In the beach flashback.  That’s right:

Son Goku has crabs.

[maaichen]

A small love letter for @aspaceformbf

[disclaimer: This letter was written in German and translated in google, only to be edited into a less weird version. I do not take responsibility for deaths caused by cringe or laughter. In addition, by reading this letter, you confirm that your Magus will not follow me to hell should one of these happen to you. Amen.]

Soooo… ehem.

First things first - Do you want to know how I came across your blog and your twitter and stuck to them? It wasn't the sheer volume of great edits (okay, those too) or all the head canons. Or your general activity. It was a wonderful mix thrown into all these posts and your personal version of this man, which breathed a little more life into him. It made him more tangible, gave him something more to see on or in him. And your Magus? A great guy. Yes, he is somewhat peculiar in his way, but DAMN if he isn't so fucking adorable! Also, if you don't laugh at the thought of an over 6'5 tall man with fiery red hair doing some kind of wild mating dance in front of his beloved, then what? (BTW, I'm waiting for a head canon to be written where you buy him a new wig at his trusted wig shop.)

What is also wonderful about you and your work here: you leave him in a great, balanced state.

Many people paint him as violent, insane, or a complete '100 shades of gray'-pervert. He's also not the soft baby we've all come to know and love on Tumblr, BUT he comes very close. Your Magus or your head canons gave him some well-sorted levels in the character itself, which I think is perfect. Magus would give anything to live a domestic life with you. Mundane things like holding you in your arms, shopping with you, or eating your both home-cooked meals at the same table. But he would also, out of sheer jealousy and hopeless obsession with you, try to get those around you away from you if they get in yours and his way to eternal happiness. The variety is there and that is what I love about it!

I… used to read a book I can't remember the title of, but it was something similar. It was a male being that was once human. Maybe a ghost? He met the woman of his dreams, but she couldn't see him. He almost went insane and in despair that he couldn't even touch her or her smile was meant for him but some other guy, so he decided to break into his former work lab and… Unfortunately, I don't remember the rest. But goodness gracious, what I would give for a story like that just to be able to read it again! In any case. Magus has the potential to be used for similar interesting/paranormal stories, in my opinion!

I have to mention again how great I think the sprite edits are. They kinda lure you to them as a fan, because you wouldn't get those in the game itself, but they're close enough to be the real deal? Does that make sense? And before I get away from the sprite edits (or I just forget, my brain only works on three gray cells atm, and they usually only play UNO when I'm down with a cold), from where do you get these great ideas for his outfits? AND may I also mention how AMAZING it is that you dress him in those?! I always imagine that before that, he only wore his generally everyday clothes we all know. BUT because of YOU, he got experimental with his styles. And I mean… Hello? A daring, see through top? Hot cropped outfits, A happy trail?? Ugh, kill me, that shit is hot…

Heh, imagine - Your love and attention alone was enough for him to try it out for you (or secretly for himself, who knows) only then to wear it with pride. Just for your reactions, compliments and because he finds himself more attractive and desirable for you in those.

Also, an interesting point about your blog is that you continue to present him as an entity from another world. "I love this man, and he loves me, even though we exist in completely different realities. We found each other under the strangest of circumstances and can no longer live without each other" I mean… SUPER romantic??? You can also spin it into interesting stories. "He joins you in games. You have absolutely no idea how, and he just playfully jumps and ducks around in front of you in game, if you should ask him." I bet you already have that somewhere similar in your sea of ​​ideas.

Damn, it's fun to flip through this work of yours and inspire myself for ideas in the form of pictures, posts, simple answers or entire chapters in Word pad.

What I'm trying to say with the text wall here is… Thanks. A very simple, thank you. Because of people like you letting your ideas and creativity flow freely AND sharing them with the world, people like me can get joy, ideas and general energy for the pent-up creativity to participate in the fandom. We don't know each other, but who cares. I think you're great and admire your work here. I'm your fan, that's it.

In poorly translated love, Maaichen.

[quesadillawizard]

Reposting from Old Blog

what the fuck is up everyone I got a story idea from a dream I had after only getting two hours of sleep on a work night. deets under the cut.

FIRST RECORDING OF THE DREAM’S INFO SPAMMED IN A CHAT

oh god its like fleeting images bushes turning into wings people could use a man that was a lantern given human form a horse buggy with no horse but it had spider legs being on the run from someone bad with a gang of kids a diner called Bazooka Joe's somethinga bout an old traffic tunnel it was vaaaaaaaaaaaaarely vaguley pkemon related then it swapped to minecraft the man who was on the run with the kids looked like the humanized version of jack skellington i draw sometimes the bad guys were these giant long dragons one of them made out of corn husks and one was all black and called The Ugly and like, the guy was leading the kids around and showing them all kinds of cool shit so they wouldnt be scared while subtly keeping an eye out for the dragons who like, knew him personally I think they were either trying to get home or get them to a certain point in the weird world because there were a lot of nonsense things kind of like in the phantom  tollbooth oh well time to go to work on two hours of sleep but those two hours gave me that

After spending all day thinking about it at work and telling a few oher folks about it, I arrived at a first draft of what would become the story’s bones.

So there are four kids who are at a camp (ala digimon) who get lured into the woods by a strange light and then find themselves in this weird out of place town that seems nearly abandoned but has tons of weird touristy attractions like places to eat, shop, rides to go on, and generally neat stuff because its empty adn NO PARENTS HERE!!! and this tall dude in black with a sick mustache who calls himself Mr. Fetch swoops in to be their tour guide and leads them through all kinds of whimsical fun shit some of it's dangerous, some of it's weird, but most of it is fun and HE is also super fun because he's all magic and shit While he's hanging with the kids, he starts getting sort of attached to them (sorry spilled my water) then, at one point, they are attacked by a monster and they try to defend Mr. Fetch because they see him as a feeble old man and he is Moved by this and steps in to Stop Them From Doing That and gets his ass kicked in a very significant way as he fends off the beast he is Injured  and loses the use of a lot of his powers during the fight but he doesn't let on because he doesnt want to scare them and also EGO the monster that he fended off goes back to tell a weird gross black dragon called The Ugly that there are children in the town The Ugly used to be a beautiful dragon, one of a pair that had a falling out because The Ugly wanted to use the powers they had for evil and that made them gross and so the other dragon left him and sealed him in a tower so he couldn't hurt anyone The Ugly desires the SOULS AND BLOOD OF CHILDREN so that he may become beautiful again and attract his mate back (he misses the fact that he was who made himself ugly) He communicates with his few servents with a husk puppet of the other dragon he made to keep himself company with He also keeps himself company with a bunch of objects that were in the castle that he brought to life sort of like a reverse beauty-and-the-beast situation and these objects are his lackies that he uses to hunt down anyone youthful and beautiful it is revealed that Mr. Fetch used to be a lantern and was the first object that The Ugly transformed but he put too much magic into him and gave him free will and after a little while of being his servant, decided FUCK THAT and became a free agent of chaos in the town Mr. Fetch makes it like, his life's duty to fuck with The Ugly his original plan was to lure the kids into the world, parade them in front of The Ugly like NENER NENER and then whisk them away home before anything bad happened since The Ugly cant leave his tower but now Mr. Fetch is injured and caaaaaaaaaant do that nearly as easily as he thought he could and now he's gone and gotten ATTACHED to the kids the light in his lamp is out and more lackies are coming after him and the kids so he's trying his best to finish this little wonderland trip with them without letting them know that they are in Actual Danger now instead of Fun Danger and THAT IS WHAT I HAVE

this is all VERY scattered but I wanted to have it somewhere as early as I could to show my work.

[shiinata-library]

Glasses  [1/3]

Credit photo: Emmanuel Phaeton on unsplash

 Relationships: Bilbo x You (Modern girl in Middle Earth - with glasses)

Content: Fluff, angst

Summary: Finding yourself in Middle-earth with a dwarves’ company is hard enough, so losing your glasses in a fight against the trolls is even worse! Lucky for you, Bilbo is here to help ...

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“I'm not a Hobbit!” you say more surprised than angry. “Small, big feet, pointed ears. I don't think I’m wrong when I say you are,” Gandalf says, the grey wizard you recognized at a glance, looking down at you. “So what are you if you're not a hobbit?” “I-I am a human… well normally…” you explain, confused while looking around you.

Standing on your now big, hairy feet, you observe around you. The lands are dry and particularly inhospitable. Then, you look at yourself and find that the only thing you have left from your world are your glasses. Even your bra has been replaced by an equivalent from Middle-earth. Plus, you are the smallest of all the people here!

“Are you lost?” a voice asks, nothing like a dwarf behind Gandalf. “Do you know that you are in the middle of the Lone-lands? It’s a far from safe place. Very far even!” “She may be separated from her family,” a young dark-haired dwarf says. “Certainly a trap,” another dwarf begins. “To lure us somewhere and steal all our money.”

As you look around, the thirteen dwarves of Thorin's company examine you intensely; each one more suspicious than the next. You try to understand the situation and how you got here, but the more you think about it, the more your headache gets worse.

“Calm down! I don’t think she’s going to do anything to us,” Bilbo interjects. “I've never heard of a hobbit attacking travellers. She is scared and alone here.” “Which is most suspicious,” Thorin replies with a serious voice. “I'm lost,” you start, rubbing your head.” Whether you believe me or not, I have no memory of how I got here. And I won't do anything to you. I don't even have a weapon. Can I just go with you until you get to a town? Then, you’ll get rid of me.”

If the company is in the Lone-lands, the next - unwanted - destination is Rivendell. Until then, you will have time to think it over.

“Nothing happens by chance,” Gandalf says. “I think we better keep her with us. We're not going to leave her here alone, though. She wouldn't survive after dark.”

Is he saying this to convince Thorin or is it the truth? A tremor runs through your body at the thought of dying on the first night in Middle-earth. You let them chat for a while until Thorin agrees that you stay with them.

When the company found you, the sun was starting to move closer to the horizon. So, the camp for the night was organized where they found you. In no time, the fire was on and the meal was over. You then realize you have nothing to give them, plus you have no equipment for the night. You sit next to a large rock and watch the campfire flames in the distance.

Four big boots stop in front of you, and you lift your head. Fíli and Kíli smile at you and sit down next to you. Fíli then hands you a bowl.

“Here. Eat while it's hot.” “I'm not going to take your dinner,” you sigh, feeling your stomach growling. “I have nothing to give you in return …” “If we have enough for fifteen, we have enough for sixteen,” Kíli smiles. “T-thank you …”

You take the bowl and devour the contents. The two young dwarves stay next to you and Bilbo ends up joining you. He realizes he hasn't introduced himself yet so he gives you his name and does the same for the dwarves and the wizard. Talking with Bilbo is easier than with others. Little by little you start to smile again during your discussion with him, Fíli and Kíli.

Then, it's Bofur's turn to come and sit next to you. His good mood and what he tells you makes you laugh.

.

Many days pass in the Lone-lands. It's a long journey, but unlike Bilbo, you're not complaining. One evening when the sky is covered with thick clouds and the air is cool, you are sitting by the fire in silence. Dinner is over for a long time and as usual, some are already asleep, others are chatting away. Bilbo slowly sits down next to you. He waits a little while before speaking to you.

“Um, can I ask you a personal question?” he begins without giving you time to answer. “You can decline to respond if you wish. It's about …”

While speaking, he points to your glasses. You are reassured that it is just that. Smiling, you carefully remove them and show him.

“Are my glasses so intriguing, Mr. Baggins? They are nothing special. I can lend them to you to take a closer look at, but please be very careful. I really can't see far without it, so don't damage them.”

You hand your glasses to Bilbo, who takes them carefully. Footsteps approach you and you see two dwarves sitting next to you. You don't need glasses to know they are Fíli and Kíli. You hear them burst out laughing and make fun of Bilbo's face when he tries them on. Seeing nothing without them, you can't even see Bilbo's face with it. It's a shame because Fíli and Kíli seem to be having a good time.

“Can we try them too?” one of the two asks. “Absolutely not!” you say quickly before he touches it.

You hear them both sigh until Bilbo hands them back to you. Before putting them on your nose, he asks you again.

“How far can you see?” “Umm, at this distance I think …”

To answer his question, you bring your face close to his from a quite close distance. Your noses could almost touch each other. Plus, you can see it clearly now. You smile at him and see the red rush up his cheeks.

“In-indeed. Y-you can't see very well," he says, moving his face away and wriggling his nose to resume his respectable hobbit colours. “Yes. In other words, if I lose them, it's over for me …” you sigh as you put your glasses back on. “So, what are you doing here then? I thought hobbits weren't going on adventures,” Kíli asks with a smile. “Someone told us recently it's not appropriate for a hobbit to leave the Shire," Fíli laughs. “I already told you that I have no memory of it!” you answer, trying not to get upset, knowing the other dwarves have been listening since you mentioned your glasses. “Mr. Baggins is here too even though he's a hobbit! Anyway, I wish you a good night.”

Without waiting for a response, you get up abruptly and go to your side to sleep. Knowing they have gone too far, the two dwarves prefer to shut up and go back to their corner. Bilbo hesitates for a long time. Not knowing what to tell you, he ends up going to sleep too.

..

The days go by and the environment changes little by little. More trees and groves. You are definitely approaching the three trolls. You don't want to see them. Especially if you end up being crushed by dwarves, in a smelly bag, or worse, shaken on a spit. No thanks!

One evening you can’t find sleep. A lot of things are jostling in your head, and you prefer to sit behind a rock in peace, still at the sight of Dwalin standing guard. Dwarves are far from being unpleasant, Gandalf is always nice to you, and you get along very well with Bilbo. Yet, you miss your home. You don't know how to defend yourself here and still a lot of other worries occupy your mind.

Focused on your thoughts, a throat clearing makes you jump. Your eyes quickly turn to the concerned person. Thorin is standing next to you, leaning against the rock. Embarrassed by his presence, you dare not say anything. It is only after exhaling the smoke from his pipe that he speaks.

“You should sleep. The night will be short.” “It’s not with Bombur’s or Oín’s snorings that I could do it,” you laugh. “I like them during the day but at night, I could suffocate them with their pillow …”

Thorin laughs lightly and then sits down next to you. He smokes his pipe for a moment while you gaze at the stars. You gradually relax in his presence.

“I hope we can quickly find a town where you can be safe.” “To get rid of me, you mean?” you joke. “Don't worry, I think we'll find one when you least expect it …”

After your remark, a small red light starts to shine brightly next to a tree. Gandalf's pipe fire is the only thing that lets you know if he's sleeping or not. And now, he even seems to have heard you. You are sure he is wondering about your presence here, but he never spoke to you directly about it. At the same time, you spend a lot of time chatting with Bilbo or with other dwarves. He doesn't really have time to talk to you.

“You sound like Gandalf,” he sighs. You should listen to him more often, if I may,” you start, then remembering who you are talking to. “Oh, whatever I don't think I may, I–” “You can,” he smiles.

You silently wait a long time. If Thorin came to sit next to you, it certainly wasn't out of kindness. He certainly has something to ask of you. Or maybe you did something you shouldn't have! At least, you haven't touched anyone's hair or beard!

“Um, did I do something wrong to get you to stay next to me?” “Do you have something to reproach yourself for thinking so?” “We all have something to hide, don’t you think?” you smile, hoping is enough to change the subject. “Especially when you're a woman!” “You’re much more skilled with words than with your hands, miss (Y/N),” he smiles. “I just wanted to ask you if you knew what you were going to do once we get to the next town.” “Oh, don't feel responsible for me because you picked me up in your path. I'll figure it out!”

You aren’t going to tell him that staying in Rivendell is far from a problem. Elrond may be able to help send you home. At worst, you will go to Bree or the Shire, now you are a Hobbit ...

“I imagine I can’t accompany you and–” “It's out of the question!” Bilbo interjects, coming out of nowhere. “You should go back to the Shire. Someone from your family must be waiting for you! They will certainly recognize you and be able to help you.” “Calm down, Mr. Baggins,” Thorin says, holding back a laugh. “There is no way she will accompany us to Erebor.” “It’s a shame,” you half joke. “I won’t see a dragon or a mountain full of gold ... Um, or Legolas …” “Y-you are disappointed not to meet a dragon!” Bilbo chokes. “Do you know what a dragon is? It’s too dangerous for you! Far too dangerous!”

You let him grumble for a long, long time. Your eyes pass steadily between Thorin, who is smiling behind his hand on his face, and Bilbo, who gets more and more angry. The dwarf eventually gets up and leaves, wishing you a good night.

“We have not finished the conversation!” Bilbo exclaims. “There’s no more respect, is there?” you smile. “Absolutely! These dwarves are– Are you kidding me? While I try to–” “Mr. Baggins, you say, standing up and putting a hand on his shoulder. “I was just kidding to calm you down. Excuse me if I went too far but you’re so cute when you’re in a panic. I couldn't miss such an opportunity.” “C-cute?” he chokes. “I-I–” “Mr. Baggins,” you repeat, squeezing your hand on his shoulder. “I was joking.”

You can't help but laugh, making as little noise as possible so that no one is woken up. His face still red with embarrassment and panic, Bilbo dared not say anything. You love to tease the hobbit whenever you can. His facial expressions are always a pleasant spectacle that you never get tired of. Your arrival in Middle-earth would have been very different if he hadn't been for you. You are more than grateful for it. And it’s not your heart, skipping a beat every time he smiles at you, that will tell you otherwise ...

After wishing him a good night, you leave. There are only a few hours left before the sun rises. It's high time to sleep!

..

The night of the three trolls has arrived. Everyone goes about their usual business, and you don't want to interfere. You are well, there, near the fire. Bombur cooks dinner and you help distribute the bowls. Anyway, you know they are all going to come out unscathed. Yes, staying near the fire is the best idea!

As you begin to sit down, Bombur gives a bowl to you and another to Bilbo. “Go give this to Fíli and Kíli with Bilbo!”, he says. You hesitate, but in front of Bilbo's questioning gaze, you can only follow him without complaining.

Of course, you end up with the two dwarf idiots and their two missing ponies. And this time, they send you and Bilbo to rescue the ponies. Bad idea! Of course, the situation turns badly. The trolls grab you at the same time with Bilbo when the dwarves come to help you. Bilbo is ready to be quartered as you hang upside down, rocking all over the place. Very bad idea! And of course, your glasses fall off. Worst idea ever!

Completely useless initially, without glasses you don't even dare to help Bilbo when he tries to buy time. After Gandalf returns and the trolls are turned to stone, the dwarves set out to find their cave. You tell them you are staying to find your glasses. They all leave without even waiting for you to finish speaking.

You surely would have burst into tears if Bilbo hadn't stayed with you to help you. Long minutes go by without you being able to find them. More at ease than you, not even Bilbo can find them.

It's a disaster. You have no chance of surviving more than three days without glasses in your world, so here... Um, we are counting 10 seconds and goodbye! 1, 2, 3– A hand on your shoulder makes you jump and takes you out of your thoughts.

“I'm sorry, miss (Y/ N). I can't find them. Yet I looked everywhere …” “Don't worry,” you say, forcing to smile. “The best is–”

The loud sound of a company of dwarves quickly approaches you. While Gandalf gives Bilbo Sting explaining its qualities, you try to make a few steps, but you stumble every other time. The forest is so dense that you can’t see which trees are near or far away; so let's not talk about the ground! On the other hand, you can hear very well. Fíli and Kíli don't hold back to laugh every time you stumble.

This is when Radagast makes its spectacular entry. He shares his concern about the necromancer with Gandalf while the company rests on their side. As for you, you still stumble trying to sit on a rock. Staying up isn't bad either! The two young idiots continue to laugh, and they are not the only ones.

“Have you lost your glasses? Bofur says, who hadn't realized the situation when he left for the troll cave. “Do you need help finding them?” “You don't have to, we have already tried with Mr. Baggins …” “Ah… And, the ponies ran away,” Bofur sighs. “Are we going to have to hold your hand during the whole journey?” Kíli says, laughing with his brother. “I think it would be best if you left me here,” you say seriously, crossing your arms over your chest as the young Durins stop laughing and Bilbo leaves Gandalf to come back to you. “I'll delay you if I don't know where to put my feet. Don’t worry about me. I will eventually find a town or a traveller who won’t have a mountain to take back.”

You laugh lightly and feel a few glances on you. With everything has happened since yesterday, you don't even remember the wargs and orcs are going to come after you in a few minutes. Narrowing your eyes, you can see Bilbo next to you.

“It’s out of the question to abandon you here, miss (Y/N). Out of the question!” “Don't worry, Mr. Baggins!” you smile at his annoyed attitude. “I–”

Someone then takes you by the waist and you feel like you are being lifted up. With your buttock in the air, you are put like a sack of potatoes on the shoulders of one of the dwarves.

“We don't have time for whims,” Thorin says, holding you tight.

He takes a few steps before the wargs arrive. The pursuit of the orcs and wargs against Radagast begins and the dwarves follow Gandalf. In the pursuit, Thorin ends up throwing you into the arms of another dwarf. Dwalin? Dori? Gloin? You can't tell. When you finally hit the ground, Fíli and Kíli each hold one hand to guide you.

But once the company gets spotted, that's another story. Fíli and Kíli let go of you so they can defend themselves. They don't leave you defenceless, though. They make sure you stay between them, while running to where Gandalf is leading you. Fíli ends up yelling at Bilbo to come and take you to the rock where Gandalf is calling you all. You then feel his warm, soft hand take yours. You are exhausted from running endlessly. Passing through a bush, you unwittingly let go of Bilbo's hand. You then stumble completely into the bush while Bilbo is attacked by a warg.

Terrified by the howls of the wargs, the cries of the orcs and the voices of the dwarves screaming their companions’ names, you can't think and let alone move. Gradually, the howls fade away. The dwarves’ cries cease. They must be safe under the rocks. You know the Rivendell’s elves have come to kill the remaining wargs and orcs. Coming slowly out of the bush, you can't hold back a cry when a warg is approaching close enough to you that you can see it clearly. When you think the end has come for you, the warg falls lifeless in front of you. The sounds of horses surround you and you narrow your eyes to try and see what's going on.

“All those orcs for a hobbit in the Lone-lands?” a suspicious but not obnoxious male voice says. “I, um. They were very hungry, I guess.”

You hear small laughs. After explaining to them that you are lost and that you have misplaced your glasses, the elves agree to bring you to their place while they find a solution. Riding with an elf on his horse, he tells you that the one you talked with was Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell.

PART 2 >>>

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Reverse Demon Slayer AU

a/n: a demon slayer au my friend and i were talking abt a bunch last week and i wanted to share it with you guys :))

like literally the au is just the demon slayers are the demons and the demons are the demon slayers it's prob been done before but still here it is besties (the hashiras turn into the 12 kizuki, the trainers are like the ex-kizuki members [like kyogai])

Genre/Warnings: Demon shit, body horror, just kinda creepy stuff cause the demons in Demon Slayer look busted most of the time, mentions of blood, gore, mentions of violence/death, religious stuff (gyomei)

~Giyuu Tomioka~

-Stays in the forest near a lake

-His voice echoes, kinda like how a siren's would. Since his voice is very calming and can go pretty far out, it lures a lot of people into his lake

-Blood Demon Art: Can create "reflections" of the demon slayers he's fighting out of the water in his lake. Every hit they land on Giyuu's version of them just goes straight through it since it's made of water but it's able to actually hurt the slayer (basically giyuu just makes little water minion to do his bidding)

-Would be very attached to the demon who turned him (which is Urokodaki) and would be absolutely livid if anyone managed to kill him

-After your encounter with an ex-kizuki member, you started hearing a strange voice echoing through the forest in front of you. Mistaking the man's calls as cries for help, you venture further into the forest not knowing you were walking into your death.

~Shinobu Kocho~

-Her eyes look just like a fly's, but instead of red they're purple

-Has pincers on the sides of her face

-Blood Demon Art: Can spit acid up to 5 feet (like an assassin bug) and if she manages to bite you, she can inject venom into your bloodstream with her freak ass bug tongue (like an ant)

~Sanemi Shinazugawa~

-The top half of his outfit would be tied around his waist (like how Susamaru had hers)

-The scars on his body would become mouths, and each mouth also has a voice so whenever Sanemi speaks it's like there are several voices speaking at the same time

-Blood Demon Art: Can literally take the their from a person's lungs and suffocate them. A demon slayer can't use their breathing technique if they can't breathe, right?

-Doesn't wash the blood off his clothes and he keeps the swords of the slayers he kills as trophies

~Tengen Uzui~

-Each dot on his face tattoo would become more eyes

-His three wives would change every so often because they're kidnapped female demon slayers

-Blood Demon Art: If he gets even the tiniest cut anywhere on his body, he'll be able to emit an incredibly high pitched sound to disorient his opponent

~Muichiro Tokito~

-Blood Demon Art: Creates a mist that, when inhaled, fogs the person's memory; making them forget what they were doing completely so he can easily attack them

-Honestly, he thinks killing the Hashiras Muzan sends after him is a chore, so he usually stays in the Infinite Fortress

-When he does go out though, he doesn't stay in one place for too long so he can avoid the demon slayers as much as possible. He doesn't want to waste energy on killing low level children

~Obanai Iguro~

-Pretty much a naga, the bottom half of his body is a serpent's tail

-Can unhinge his jaw to take some big ass fucking bites out of people

-His eyes can look in two different directions at the same time, making it hard for slayers to land a good hit on him

~Mitsuri Kanroji~

-Main territory is the red light district, she lures men into her little place and eats them

-Blood Demon Art: Similar to how Tamayo can force someone to tell the truth using her demon art, Mitsuri is able to attract people to her. No one wants to hurt the person they're attracted to, so it would make it easy for her to kill them.

-The prettiest demon Hashira by far, pretty much everyone else looks like some horrible grotesque creature

-She always tries to keep the clothes of the men she kills clean so she can give them to the girls in her house. Even if they are human, she still cares for them greatly

-Is the cleanest demon Hashira as well. She doesn't like making a mess of her room just to clean it up right after

-Mitsuri also likes to try different recipes with the men she eats. Having them raw just isn't as fun as cooking them herself

~Kyojuro Rengoku~

-Blood Demon Art: Similar to Esidisi from JJBA, he can make his blood boil. When the slayer manages to get a hit on him, his blood would splash on them and burn through anything it touched. The temperature of his blood is on par with lava

-Looks the most human out of pretty much all the demons, but something just seems very off about him

-When you're fighting him, he's stone faced until he gets bored of you. His smile just looks way too big for his face, and the amount of teeth in his mouth are far beyond what it should be

-Doesn't have eyelids so he literally never blinks

~Gyomei Himejima~

-Would be dressed as a traditional Buddhist priest/monk

-He kills demon slayers to "help them atone for their sins"

-Main method of killing would be using his rosary to choke them out, sometimes since he doesn't really know his own strength their heads pop off

-He cries blood instead of tears

-Blood Demon Art: Can make his blood as hard as diamond so the demon slayer would be unable to cut him on the first try, so he would be able to take advantage of their shock and kill them

~Tanjiro Kamado~

-Blood Demon Art: Just the same as Nezuko's, since they're siblings and all that

-He had come from a family of demon slayers, and after getting turned into one himself they all tried to kill him (except for Nezuko)

-Wears a muzzle only when Nezuko is around other demon slayers. They have to keep up a charade, but it's so hard to control himself sometimes and that's when the muzzle really helps

-His favorite part of the body is the heart. When he was human, everyone always saw him as kind and innocent but when he was turned he was seen as the complete opposite. He hopes that consuming the hearts of other people will return his old kind-hearted personality

~Nezuko Kamado~

-Nezuko followed in her parent's footsteps by joining the demon slayer corps, but instead of trying to find a cure for her brother she gets information and passes it to Tanjiro and the demon Hashiras.

-Nezuko ended up taking Tanjiro away from the bloody ruins of their home, and on their way down the mountain they ran into Giyuu who instructed them to go to Urokodaki so Tanjiro would be safe

-Has killed demon slayers who have seen her interacting with the demon Hashiras. She has to keep her record clean to climb the ranks and to help Tanjiro at the same time

~Zenitsu Agatsuma~

-Would lure people into a trap by guilt tripping them into being alone with him

-"Could you please help me? I lost my gramps, but I can't see him anywhere. Will you help me find him?" and then they'd get bodied

-Always avoids killing innocent people or new demon slayers. He feels so bad for taking their lives away from them, but sometimes he just can't help it

-He'll style the female demon slayers hair after he kills them so they can be just as pretty as they were in life when they get to Heaven

~Inosuke Hashibira~

-The boar mask would become his actual head

-Instead of duel wielding swords, they would be some big ass fangs that he swings around to impale demon slayers

-Inosuke fights dirty. He'll snap his jaws at you and laugh hysterically when he manages to take a chunk out of your arm

-Actively seeks out demon slayers to kill. He never kills regular people because they don't put up a good enough fight for him

-Eats every part of the body, including the bones

~Misc Characters~

-Kanae was a spider-esque demon and cocooned people in her webs to feed a young Shinobu and Kanao until she was killed

-Kanao was human-turned-demon by the sisters

-Urokodaki is an ex-kizuki member and all of his trainees are now the demons in the Final Selection

-the Fox Children, led by Urokodaki, are merciless to any wannabe slayer that comes into their forest looking to make it out alive. Most of the demon slayers that make it out are nearly dead or had ran straight through, not even trying to get a kill

-the Fox Children wear the masks because their faces are incredibly fox-like (think like, mid transition animorphs cover)

-Nobody knows what Urokodaki's face looks like, but based on his mask that's for the best

~General Stuff~

-In this au, the demons actually stick together and the demon slayers work alone which makes the Hashira Kizuki way fucking scarier than they already were

-And because these demons work together, they're all going to hold grudges against certain demon slayers

-When Kanae was killed, the demon Hashira went apeshit, especially Gyomei. Pairing his strength and horrible blinding rage at the fact his coven lost a very important member, every slayer he kills within the first year of Kanae's death die in horrible ways.

-Imagine following the directions your dove gave you to an old, overgrown sanctuary secluded in the mountains. The moonlight does little to illuminate your surroundings, but one thing you do see is the mangled body of your fellow demon slayer hanging from a tree. The only thing keeping them together is their spinal cord, and the impossibly large hand holding their head to a branch.

-The Hashiras are all extremely savage and violent, rarely ever sparing a human life. (sometimes Shinobu or Kanao might feel bad and spare a small child or elderly person, but other than that nobody is safe)

-Crows would service the demons, and doves would service the demon slayers. Everyone is always wary around crows because nobody knows whether that particular one belongs to a demon or not