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murderousginger · 4 years

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You Don’t Want A Nice Man

Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: Sass. Alcohol. They’re criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 2,452

Note: This is for @blinder-secrets prompt. It was too hard not to make an entire fic. She sent: could i request some Michael angst with “Don't you ever do that again” and “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” love u. I hope this makes you bark. I’m not sorry. Not one bit.

"Stop being so childish about this," he scoffed.

Your fork that had been pushing your food around your plate during the entire conversation froze as your head shot up to look at the man in front of you.

"You don't want a scene, Michael?" You dangerously chirped.

His blue eyes were cold and steady as his jaw ticked. You smirked as his eyes widened for a split second. The tables around you hushed and other guests glanced furtively in your direction. You dropped your fork onto your half-eaten plate with a loud clang.

"You expected me to be docile," you sneered as you pushed back from the table, "that you could take me to a nice dinner and tell me--"

"(Y/N)--"

"I don't want anything serious--" you mocked his voice.

"(Y/N), darling--"

"And I'd fold like a deck of cards. Like I'd be happy being with the decadence of the snow and the nights out--"

"Hush your voice," he demanded as he glared at you and threw his napkin onto the table. "You're making a scene."

"You're telling me I'm just a good time for now and not worthy enough to date the great Michael Gray," you pouted angrily as you crossed your arms.

You seethed and shook with anger. A child. He sighed and ran his tongue along his teeth.

"Look," he said as he leaned forward and stretched his hand out, gesturing for your hand. When you didn't move, he sat back up in his chair.

"We're young," his jaw worked as if he chewed on his words, "I'd hate to tie you down with false promises of a ring if all we're doing is a bit of fun."

"A bit of fun," you hissed as your eyebrows shot up and your mouth went slack. "You've no problem tying me down the past month."

"(Y/N)," he sighed again as he rolled his eyes.

"No," you stood and gathered your things, refusing to meet his eyes. "I'd hate to tie you down with this dinner. Goodnight, Michael."

You quickly walked away, clutching your purse to you as you walked to the front and asked the host to call you a car. The host dipped his head and murmured his platitudes before he left to the back to make the call.

You shuffled in place, fighting yourself if you should look behind you or not. Curiosity got the better of you and you quickly looked up at the table you left to see Michael watching you intently. His elbow rested on the table, a lit cigarette held between his fingers as he stared you down. Smoke lazily left his lips to be inhaled through his nose.

He had a way of looking down on people, on making them feel small. He was looking at you like that now. Like you were no longer worth his time. You shivered.

"Ma'am," the host said as he touched your elbow. "There is a car for you outside, let me walk you."

"Thank you, sir," you answered softly, allowing him to turn you toward the door and lead you away.

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It had been nearly two weeks since the dinner and you had hidden yourself away, refusing to go out in fear of seeing him.

You had met in your favorite club, and although London wasn't small, you had your favorites and he knew almost all of them. The few weeks you had seen each other had been filled with you showing him your favorite hidden gems, and Michael taking you to places he thought would astound you. His every choice was more extravagant than the next.

The drugs, the alcohol, the places; they were all a blur of long nights of laughter and Michael's warm hands roaming your body. You hadn't cared where he took you, or the dresses he brought you before dinner -- always wrapped neatly in a box with a bow tied around it, under the crook of his arm -- his warm smile that cleared away the cobwebs of the passive brooding look he always seemed to have.

You thought it meant something. Obviously you were wrong. No matter, it was time to move on.

There was a man who had been interested in you for ages but you had always smiled and brushed off. He was nice enough but you were always more interested in someone else. You finally agreed to have dinner and drinks with him tonight.

Henry was everything Michael was not. When Michael was quiet, Henry was loud. Michael was a businessman that enjoyed nice places. Henry was a worker with rough hands that snagged your dress when he guided you through your favorite club to your seat at an empty table.

"Nice place," Henry yelled as his dark eyes bounced around the loud room and all its inhabitants.

He took a chair and moved it beside yours as he dropped into it beside you like a bag of potatoes, his big arm circling your chair as he leaned in to talk over the music.

"What can I get you darlin'?" He asked. "Gin?"

"Whiskey, neat," you smiled as his eyes widened.

"Yes ma'am," he whistled before he waved a waitress over.

Talking with Henry was easy. There were no games and the conversations were always very plain. You could breathe without feeling like one move would give him the upper hand. It was nice but not exactly thrilling.

He was a comfort, a relaxing night reading a book by a fireplace. Michael was a roaring bonfire in the pitch black, the way his eyes flickered through the calm expression masked on his face, only revealing the tics of real emotion he felt as the mask slipped. He still haunted you. You still wanted him.

After a few drinks, you relaxed. Henry leaned you into his side as you both watched the stage as the band roared a tune. You felt restless, sitting as the room grew raucous, so you twisted and grabbed his arm that rested around your back.

"Dance with me," you laughed and pulled him to his feet as he protested.

You pouted and he relented, both going into the middle of the dance floor. The room felt hot as you both danced together in the pit of bodies writhing to the music. Your laugh carried as you pressed against him, his rough hands along your hips. You continued through two, three, four songs.

The band finally relented and played a slower tune. Henry pulled you close as he panted, sweat appearing along his temple from trying to keep up.

"Excuse me," a deep voice broke your trance. "May I cut in?"

Your head shot up to see Michael, his un-calloused hand reaching for your elbow, a smirk on his face. Henry's face was twisted into a scowl as he looked at the pin-stripe suit beside him. Your face slacked in surprise.

"We're in the middle of a date, pal," Henry protested, smacking Michael's hand out of the air before he could touch you.

"What does (Y/N) have to say?" Michael said as he looked at you, completely ignoring Henry.

"Do you know this guy, (Y/N)?" Henry asked as his eyes danced between you both.

You pressed your lips together, frozen in place between these two men in the middle of the dance floor. Henry's face was confusion and anger, sputtering and growing red on his ears and neck. Michael was perfectly collected, his gaze on you steady as if he already knew your answer but required you to say it so Henry would know, too. Amusement glimmered in his eyes as your breath caught in your throat.

"Henry, give us a minute alone, yeah?" You said, a tight smile spreading across your face as you looked between the men. "Get me a drink and I'll be right over."

Both men froze at your words, confusion etched across their brows before Michael's face returned to a smirk and he reached out for you again, gently prying you from Henry's grip. You let him swing you away from your date, his hands placed firmer than Henry's on your back, but your dress not catching under his grip. His other hand laced his fingers with yours and he pulled you in as your date stomped toward the bar, his face red with embarrassment and anger.

"You looked bored," Michael said flatly as he looked through you to the other dancers. "Thought I could interject."

"Henry is a perfectly nice man," you spat.

"But you don't want a nice man."

Your eyes widened at his candor as he looked coolly at you. It wasn't a suggestion or a question. You opened your mouth to object but only choked on the air.

"You were angry at dinner," he said as his grip tightened on your waist and his eyes wandered away again. "I'll forgive the scene this once."

You tensed as if he slapped you as his words ran you cold.

"Excuse me?" You said through gritted teeth.

"You're forgiven this once," he said as he spun you before he pulled you close again. "I don't like scenes."

His hand let go of yours and found your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek idly before his fingers squeezed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. You were pliant, shock and adrenaline coursing through you. And lust. His tongue easily parted your lips and you were dazed; the softest moan echoed into his mouth.

He pulled back and chuckled darkly as he kept his forehead to yours, one eyebrow cocked as the pad of his thumb pressed against your lips.

"THAT'S MY DATE" Henry roared as he pushed through the dancefloor with his arm cranked back.

Henry pushed you away roughly and slammed his fist into Michael's face. You screamed and stumbled back a few steps and the men hit the ground together. The crowd swallowed you as they circled the fight, pushing you away as both men yelled over the music. You hit a table and fell backward onto the floor as more people rushed forward. You scrambled onto your feet, hand to your mouth, and ran to the bathrooms.

Fear jolted your body as you slammed the bathroom door behind you and sat on the floor as your heart raced. You didn't know what to do or what was even happening. You cradled your head in your hands and brought your knees up, pressing your forehead into them as you erupted into tears at the violence you just witnessed. Henry's brutality absolutely rocked you. You feared him, and for him. You had never seen Michael angry, but something in your gut told you that you never wanted to.

You couldn't trust either of these men, you realized immediately. You had to get away.

You clambered to your feet and tried to take a breath to pull yourself together. You looked yourself over in the mirror and expertly cleared the tears from your face without disrupting your makeup before you pulled at the door and walked back outside.

The music had stopped and the room was loud with people talking over each other as you ran for the door. You refused to look, afraid to catch the eye of either men. Instead, you took the nearest available car outside of the club and asked the driver to take you to a little hole-in-the-wall bar neither knew about in hopes a drink and a calm atmosphere would hide you away long enough to calm your nerves.

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A few hours later, and late into the night, you decided to finally make your way home. When you walked through your door, you froze when a shadow loomed larger than usual near the dining room table. You sighed as you realized who it was.

“Are you hurt?” you bit your lip as you shut the door and watched him lean forward in the chair from the dark shadows in the dining area.

“No.”

He placed a cigarette between his lips and struck a match. The flame illuminated the cuts and bruises along his face as the cherry glowed and he inhaled the tobacco.

"Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

Michael's eyes roamed freely down your silhouette as he exhaled.

"Your friend Henry packed a punch," he said as he stood from the shadow and walked toward you in his rumpled suit. "But I won in the end."

Your eyebrow raised.

"He's alive," Michael said as he brought the cigarette to his lips for another pull. "I doubt he'll answer your calls."

"Are you going to fight every man that looks at me?"

You tensed, stamping down the urge to touch his bruised, cut up face. He stepped directly in front of you and your back hit the door behind you. He blew the smoke into your face as he pulled the cigarette away.

"No," he said. "Just the ones that touch you."

He placed a hand near your head on the door and leaned in to you as you stilled under him.

"You were the one that said it was a bit of fun," your voice wavered as you stood in his shadow. You hated yourself a little for it.

"I did," he brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled the smoke, idly watching you tremble in the silence as you waited. "I said I wasn't ready to tie down, not that you could date other men."

The edge in his tone sent you to shivers but the anger that bubbled in your chest won out.

"If I'm not tied down you have no say, Mr. Gray," you challenged as you raised your chin in defiance.

He left the cigarette in the corner of his mouth as his free hand rested firmly on your collar bone. His fingers traced it before he lightly squeezed the base of your throat. He leaned closer, softly rubbing his nose on yours.

"Mister," he rumbled. "I like that."

He pushed off of the wall and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. He dabbed it out on your door as he pressed closer, practically on top of you. The hand on your throat pressed up until he was holding your face, his thumb pushing your lips apart. His blue eyes danced between his thumb on your lips and your wide eyes.

"Your heart is pounding," he growled. "But not from fear. You want to be a good girl. I can feel it."

You let out the smallest squeak as he brushed his lips across yours and traced his tongue along your bottom lip. He was right. God, was he right.

“Don't you ever do that again.”

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#peaky blinders fanfic #storytime with murderousginger #michael gray #peaky blinders #michael gray x reader #promptmurderousginger

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honeyandhondewberries · 4 years

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H,, okay so after reading Dappled Grove and the chapters with Milo, I am, as they say, weak. So may I request some fluff of a flustered Milo working up the courage to give flowers that he grew himself to reader? Bonus points for reader who has never gotten flowers from anyone before and head over heels Milo/adorable flower language stuff. If possible I'd love a gender-neutral/slightly masc leaning reader, but really, just have fun with it - and thank you for doing god's work with this blog 😔🙏

ARG FINALLY A MILO ASK ive been waiting for this ty ty ty. Tbh i just wanna hug Milo all the time

~~ Easy as Pie (MiloxReader)

“Hoo, boy,” Milo mutters as he stares at your front door, bouquet in hand. “What on earth am I doing.”

He rocks back on the heel of his boots, then scuffs it into the dirt path leading up to your porch. He’s been planning this exact moment for months now, ever since he planted these flowers, and yet he can’t seem to get his rubbish feet to move. Although he cut these flowers this morning, he himself is unfortunately rooted in this spot, and has been for about ten minutes.

“Just go up, and knock on the door,” Milo whispers to himself. “Hand off the flowers, say thanks for being great, then head home. Easy as pie.”

Even with that simple five-step plan, if this plan actually was a pie, it would taste like garbage and like the sweat that is beading on his brow. Milo urges his legs to move, his knee twitches, but that’s about it. He exhales in defeat.

What if it’s weird? What if you think he’s strange for coming to visit out of the blue? Not even that, but getting flowers? From him? He knows you know he grows flowers, he runs the best flower shop in Turffield, but this will be the first time he’s deliberately grown and picked and arranged something for you.

Successfully, at least.

Every other attempt has been futile, and this spot on your front pathway is the farthest he’s ever gotten.

“You don’t even have to ask for a date,” Milo whispers to himself, though the word ‘date’ immediately ignites the anxiety in his chest. “Just offer the flowers, nice and platonically.”

He hopes you don’t know much about the language of flowers, because every bit of this bouquet screams ‘definitely not platonic.’ He doesn’t have any more time to build up the courage, because suddenly your front door opens, and out comes you. Milo lets out the breath he was holding, unable to hold back his smile when he sees you.

“Hey Milo,” you say. “You alright?”

“Huh? Oh, me?” Milo repeats dumbly. “Yeah, yeah I’m great.”

“You sure?” you ask. “You’ve been standing there for about ten minutes.”

Milo’s eyes widen. He’s been standing and talking to himself on your front pathway for ten minutes and you knew.

“I, uh,” he stutters. Milo doesn’t lie often, so he doesn’t think of anything particularly clever particularly quickly, but he needs to save face and make this less terrible than it already is. “Flowers grow better if you talk to ‘em.”

You blink, purse your lips, then nod.

“That’s interesting,” you say, and Milo immediately groans.

“I’m sorry, that’s not why. I was trying to build up the courage to come knock.”

You smile again and your eyebrows pull together, such a cute expression for such a cute person, but Milo needs to focus on what you’re saying so he doesn’t risk looking like a fool again.

“Why would that make you nervous?” you ask. “You come over all the time?”

“I know,” Milo says as he scuffs at the ground again. “But I’ve got something for you.”

Your eyes flit to the bouquet in his hands and you raise your eyebrows again. He finally takes the last few steps to meet you on your front porch and he hands you the bouquet.

“These are for me?” you ask.

“I, um, I grew them myself,” Milo admits bashfully. He bites back the disclaimers and rushed rationales he wants to make, and he risks looking foolish when he forces himself to be honest with you. “You’re… you’re a really special person. To me. A-and in general, so I wanted to say thanks.”

You’re blushing just as much as he is, and Milo wonders if you’re feeling that pull in your gut too. You breathe out a smile, one that’s soft and sweet, one that Milo has never seen on you before. He can’t help but smile too because of it.

“I’ve never gotten flowers before,” you say quietly. “This is… this is really nice, thank you Milo.”

“Would you like more?” he quickly asks, and the words are out before he can stop them. You raise your eyebrows, but Milo shuts his trap before anything else embarrassing slips out.

“Oh, I don’t want to burden you with that,” you say breathily, and when your smile grows, so does that pull in Milo’s stomach. “This has really made my day, week, maybe even my month, getting something so sweet from you.”

“It’s no trouble, really,” Milo says, and he waves a hand at you. “Here, I’ll go get some. What’s your favorite flower?”

You answer before you can think, and the second you finish your sentence, Milo turns and marches down your front path with renewed purpose.

“Milo, you really don’t have to!” you call, and he waves a hand at you again.

“No, no it’s nothing, I promise!” he calls in return. “I’ll be back soon!”

And off goes Milo, trying not to sprint back to his flower shop, and you lean against your doorjamb and delicately smell the aroma of the bouquet. The blush on your cheeks is warm, and you hide it by pulling the flowers up to your face. It doesn’t seem Milo will turn around, as he’s strangely determined to get you more flowers. He’s too sweet sometimes.

You gaze at the bouquet again. It is quite beautiful… and quite special. Aren’t flowers supposed to mean something? You wonder if that’s the case, or if Milo was just kindly offering you some leftover stock from his shop. You take a seat on your front steps and pull out your phone to do some research.

Let’s see, you can pick out the daisies at least. Apparently, those mean new beginnings. You’re not really beginning anything new, so your hypothesis of these just being leftover stock solidifies itself in your brain. There are some tulips, too. You type ‘tulip meaning’ into the search engine, and your eyebrows shoot high on your forehead.

True love…?

And hope! Phew, and hope. You read that second meaning and puff out the breath of air you were holding. Hope is good. Hope is great, actually, let’s go with the hope meaning for these tulips.

You’re not sure what the blue ones are, so after a bit of searching, you can pick out that they’re forget-me-nots, and they mean…

True love.

M…Maybe they have a second meaning like the tulips. Your eyes frantically scan your screen and you bite your lip when you find alternate meanings.

Deep compassion.

Okay… that’s…. better. Kind of. You and Milo are friends, pals, chums, and you certainly have some compassion for your chums. Milo has compassion for everything – people, Pokémon, nature, everything, and that’s one of the many qualities of his that you admire. That’s probably all that means, then. You gloss over forget-me-nots third meaning of ‘fidelity.’

And finally, this white speckly stuff. Looks like… garnish? Snowflakes? Ah, baby’s breath, that’s a strange name for a flower.

Unconditional love.

There’s a bit of a theme here, isn’t there.

You frantically search for other possible meanings for baby’s breath flowers, but that’s the only meaning that comes up.

Love.

Your face warms at the thought, at that single word repeating in your head love love love, and as if on cue, Milo is heading back up your front path, another bouquet in hand. You’re suddenly much more aware of his smile and his eyes and his hands and his arms and his chest and everything about him as he steps up to your porch.

“Sorry for the wait,” he says with a kind smile. You nod and your eyes shift to the ground. “I got you a couple more, I hope you don’t mind.”

He hands you a single Lily of the Valley (to put in your window, apparently), a few sunflowers for your kitchen table, and finally twelve red roses. You can barely hold all these flowers, and when you almost drop them, Milo quickly catches them, catches you, and his hands are clasped around yours. Your gazes meet, bashful and searching and a second too long.

“What do red roses mean,” you ask suddenly, and Milo’s eyes widen.

“P-pardon?”

“Flowers have meaning, don’t they?” you ask before you can stop yourself. “Almost all of the ones in your first bouquet meant love. What do red roses mean?”

Milo’s eyes flick around your face, and he desperately tries to gauge your expression. A bit of red tints your cheeks – it’s the perfect color in Milo’s mind – and he breathes out a sigh.

“Love.”

You stare into each other’s eyes for another moment, and another moment more.

“They all mean love,” Milo finishes weakly, and he finally lets go of your hands. “I didn’t mean to be so forward, and I promise I won’t bother you any-”

“Milo,” you interrupt. “This is probably the most subtle thing you could have done. If you wanted to be forward, you’d just straight up kiss me.”

Immediately Milo’s cheeks flare red and he nearly falls off your porch.

“No! Heavens, I-I won’t-“

“I know!” you say as you cut him off again. “I know, you won’t, or I mean… we won’t… u-um…”

You’re both fumbling and awkward and this is not going nearly as smoothly as Milo had hoped, but something in his chest warms when you gently take his hand again.

“But, if you want to get dinner sometime, I think that’d be nice,” you say. “Sort of like a…. date situation, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Milo says, and he nods vigorously. “Yeah, yeah that sounds nice. A date. With me. And you.”

“Yeah,” you repeat, and you’re both flaring as red as these roses. “How about Friday? You can come pick me up?”

Milo nods again, and his smile is spreading too quick to stop. He tries to hide it, but the corners of his mouth continuously perk back up.

“No more flowers though,” you say sternly as you try to adjust the masses in your arms. “I don’t think I have enough vases for any more.”

“I’ll bring you some vases then,” Milo says. “I’ll see you Friday?”

“See you Friday,” you say.

You both share another few-seconds gaze, both break out into embarrassed smiles, and Milo finally heads back down your porch with a renewed spring in his step. What flowers should he bring you next time? What kind of vase would you like? Perhaps he could bake you a pie.

Yep, his five-step plan was just that: easy as pie.

#three cheers for milo #hip hip #milo milo milo #milo #ok 4 cheers #bc he deserves it #fanfiction #fanfic #pokemon imagines #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword and shield imagines #pokemon swsh imagines #milo x reader #milo x you #reader insert #flowers #honeyandhondewberries

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ojoboy · 4 years

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han seungwoo babyfever au

genre: han seungwoo x reader, fluff, domestic bliss

word count: 4k

plot: Your cousin asks you to babysit his children (14 y.o. Dongpyo & 13 months old baby sister Dohye) to celebrate the anniversary with his wife. Your boyfriend volunteeringly helps you out. Oh oh looks like you two are about to catch baby fever.

a/n: I finally decided to watch Broduce during quarantine although I already knew the outcome because I was too moved by some videos of Yunseong and Jinhyuk :( Anyways when Seungwoo said that if he had a son he’d like him to be like Dongpyo, I was like: say no more! (I hope you don’t mind that I made Dongpyo younger for this)

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:17pm]

wanna do something later? i miss u :(

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

it’s been only two days... but i miss u too :(

and i don’t know if i have time today. i’m babysitting Jaesung’s children tonight because they are celebrating their anniversary and might come back late

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

i could come by and help you out?

i’m meeting seungsik now but i definitely can come right afterwards!

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:20pm]

yeeess, i’d love that!

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5:07pm. The streets are filled with cars rushing home and it almost looks like they are following the sun, eager to come home and finally rest. You just finished stowing away things in your small apartment that could be possibly dangerous around babies, now lazily scrolling through your Instagram feed and liking every other post. Then the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to the door to buzz them in. Almost a minute later there was a family of four standing in your living room.

“Sorry for being late,” your cousin said as he carefully put his bag down, “traffic, you know.” “It’s fine,” you replied and crouched down and shook little Dohye’s hands, beaming at the baby in the stroller. “Well, someone’s in a good mood today, aren’t you little sunshine?” Whether she did understand you or not, the little girl simply responded with a cheerful giggle that could melt anyone’s heart.

“She’s been energetic all day long. I hope she won’t give you a hard time,” her mother told you while undoing the buckles and taking the small child in her arms. Dongpyo was already sitting down on the couch next to the big black bag, seemingly busy on his phone.

“Everything you need for Dohye is in the bag. Diapers, baby food and even some toys to keep her entertained.” Your attention diverted back to your cousin who was going through the bag to check all items. “All right, thank you.”

After checking the final things with you, Hyejin took your hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you so much for doing this!” “Yes, thank you. You are the best!” Your cousin engulfed you in a hug and then walked over to his children. “Behave well and help Y/N out, okay?” he playfully ruffled Dongpyo’s hair and bent down to kiss the little girl on his lap, followed by his wife showering the two with affection. A little annoyed like most teenagers in puberty the young boy told his parents off.

Halfway through the door Hyejin turned around to say, “Call us if there are any problems!”

“Don’t worry, Seungwoo is also coming. I’m sure we’ll manage,” you reassured them while ushering them out, “Just enjoy your anniversary!” "Oh, say hello from us then, yeah?” Jaesung waved one last time before the door closed.

“Finally!” the fourteen years-old exclaimed, making you chuckle. Seeing how his sister started squirming in his lap and hitting his face, you offered to take her while Dongpyo dutifully laid out her blanket on your floor and set up a few toys. “So, your boyfriend is also coming?”

“Yup, I think you’ve only met him once. Remember when we picked you up from dance practice because your mom was in labor? He drove us to the hospital.”

“Oh yeah, but isn’t he too cool for you?”

“Hey, wouldn’t be the other way around?” You played along. “Dohye agrees with me.”

“Nah, he really looked cool driving with one hand and calming you down while you were nervous as a cat.”

Just when you were about to retort the doorbell rang again as if your boyfriend knew you were talking about him. “Dongpyo can you get that, please?” Without further ado the boy got up from the comfy spot and buzzes Seungwoo in. A few moments later he enters, dressed in black ripped jeans and a white tee which was mainly covered by the purple The Rolling Stones hoodie (you got it for him as a birthday present and he claimed it was his favorite piece of clothing ever since).

“Hey guys, I brought some cake!” Seungwoo proudly lifts the white bag with his usual endearing smile. He fist-bumped Dongpyo and walked over to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before he set the cake down on the kitchen counter.

“You should marry him,” Dongpyo’s ogling eyes followed your boyfriend first, then his body. Eager to have some cake, his hands were already reaching out for the white bag when you stopped him. “Dongpyo stop. Let's save the cake for dessert, alright?”

With a pout, the boy looks up at the older guy in hope of him being able to convince you otherwise but the latter apologetically shook his head, “Sorry pal, you heard the boss.” He then proceeded to carefully stored the cake in your refrigerator as Dongpyo dramatically put his head between his hands.

—

About half an hour into the babysitting you were sitting down on your floor, watching Dohye grabbing colorful wooden bricks and stacking them on top of each other. Sometimes she would even chuck them in your direction as if to tell you that you should do the same.

Meanwhile the two boys sat comfortably on the couch as Dongpyo showed some of his dance covers on his phone but also a few viral video clips he saw on social media, both unable to hold back their laughter. By now they have become close mentally - as well as physically. They were leaning onto each other, leaving no space between them, and Seungwoo had one of his arms draped over the boy’s narrow shoulders. It was a position you were very familiar with.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen this video of a ferret dancing? It’s soooo cute,” Dongpyo leaned down from the couch to show you his phone screen whereas Seungwoo held onto his shirt so he wouldn’t fall down. Mimicking the ferret’s movements with Dohye’s rattle in your hand, you answered, “Yes, I replayed it so, so many times and even sent it to Seungwoo.”

Enticed by the rattle, the little baby dropped the blue brick and started crawling towards you. With open arms you welcome the girl as she climbed in your lap, willingly handing the rattle over. Immediately Dohye aggressively shook the toy and filled the room not only with rhythmic rattling but also joyous laughter.

Feeling your lower back starting to hurt from sitting on the ground, you scooted over to lean against the couch with Dohye safely pulled against your front. “Wow, this is funny haha!”

When you craned your neck to see what Dongypo was laughing about, you realized that Seungwoo’s eyes had been set on you. It seemed like he was in a daze, the way he smiled so fondly at the sight of you holding and playing with the baby.

The image of you and him having a baby of your own crossed his mind ever since he walked through the door today and saw you two together and truth to be told he liked it - a lot.

His hand then slowly reached out for your head and gently stroked your hair, careful not to get any strands tangled with his rings. Enjoying the calming feeling, you returned his sweet gesture with a genuine smile that made his heart flutter like the first time he met you.

This intimate moment didn’t last long, though, as Dohye suddenly began to cry. “Oh no, what’s wrong, Dohye?” You picked her tiny body up and smelled her diaper. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you need your diaper changed.”

“I bet she’s hungry, Y/N” Dongpyo said as he put his phone down. “Can you get the baby food from bag, please?” You slowly got up from your place and rocked the girl back and forth in hope of calming her down. “Shh, don’t cry. Your big brother is getting your food right.”

“I got it! It says that it needs to be heated up in the microwave for a minute to a minute and a half,” the boy read the instructions and walked over to your kitchen. However, he struggled to open the glass so Seungwoo offered to help him, “Here, let me.”

He then opened the little glass on his first try and proceeded to put it in your microwave as he already knew his way around your kitchen. “Oh, I think this might be a little too hot?” Seungwoo worried after taking the glass out and rolling it between his hands.

“Let’s stir the heat out and wait a little then... Dongpyo, is there perhaps a baby bib in the bag too?”

All of you made your way back into the living room, you sitting down on the couch with a still crying baby and joined by Seungwoo while Dongpyo looked for the baby bib. Tying it around her neck turned out to be a bit harder than expected since she started to squirm around.

After finally succeeding, you decided to switch with Seungwoo so you could feed the little girl. You carefully blew on the small spoon as Dohye watched you with big eyes and drool coating her mouth already. Ten minutes later the glass is empty and a big content smile grazed the girl’s lips.

“Wow, you eat really well, huh?” You wiped her mouth with the bib and booped her little nose. “You come after your dad, I guess.”

—

“Are you sure you don’t need me to help you cook?”

“I’ll manage. Just watch the kids, honey” You couldn’t help but giggle at your own cheesy words and squeezed his muscular arm before sending him back into the living room. As soon as you calmed Dohye down, the next kid started to complain about being hungry. This whole situation made you feel like it was your little family.

Before you could indulge further into your imagination, you diverted your attention to the ingredients in front of you to cook pasta. While the noodles were boiling, you were busy cutting onions and carrots for the sauce when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle. Shortly after his head hovered next to yours, “Looks good, babe.”

“There is nothing to see yet,” you playfully nudged him, yet he pulled you closer against his body. “Wasn’t talking about the food,” Seungwoo then cheekily pressed his lips against the side of your face and proceeded to steal a few slices of carrots, running back before you could stop him.

Looking over your shoulder you saw that he was sharing the stolen goods with none other than Dongpyo, both a giggling mess. In your eyes the two were like a real father-son duo and you began to wonder what it would be like if you two were to start a family. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, yet you pushed the thought back to focus on cooking again.

As soon as you served the pasta, Dongpyo came rushing and very eager to dig in. You left the TV on and put on a children’s show to entertain Dohye while the rest of you enjoyed dinner.

“I’m so fuuuuull! Thank you for the meal, Y/N,” Dongpyo said as he lazily rubbed his tummy and closed his eyes for moment. “Too full for the cake, though?” Seungwoo asked the boy across him, raising his eyebrow. At his words, Dongpyo’s eyes opened with a twinkle in them, “Never!”

While you put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Seungwoo was already taking out new plates and of course: the long-anticipated cake. “I hope you like cherries, Dongpyo,” your boyfriend presented three chunky pieces of cake covered in pink and white frosting with little cherries on top. “Voila, the cake is really delicious. I tried one piece with Seungsik today,” he winked at you and forked a bite-sized piece, raising it to your mouth.

You welcomed the sweet taste as the frosting melted on your tongue, humming in agreement. Just when the three of you sat down on the couch again, the baby started crawling towards your boyfriend and grabbed his sturdy leg to pull herself up, her eyes set on the pink and white delicacy. Seungwoo quickly put his plate on the coffee table and picked the girl easily up.

“Aigoo, do you want some?” You two only laughed when she stretched her short arms towards your plate and almost lunged at it, only to be held back by your co-babysitter. You scooped a small amount of the frosting on your pinky and placed it against her plump limps which she gladly took.

“Oh Y/N, be careful of her-”

“Ouch!”

Dongpyo’s warning came a little too late as you massaged your poor finger, while Dohye somehow managed to giggle innocently yet diabolically at the same time (in that moment she reminded you a lot of her brother).

—

“Do you want to see my new dance routine?”

“Weren’t you too full to move just now?” You questioned the young boy.

“It’s all good now. I don’t think I will throw up.”

“Well, that’s very reassuring.”

Soon your small living room turned into a stage as Dongpyo prepared several dance covers of girl groups. His little sister started to jump up and down on the couch, with Seungwoo holding her arms, to cheer him on. He even managed to persuade Seungwoo to join him who acted hesitant at first but matched the teenager’s energy once he got up.

You and Dohye clapped as soon as the little showcase ended. The two guys plumped down on the couch, slightly out of breath. Seungwoo wasted no time to strip himself off his purple hoodie, leaving him in his loose white tee. The tattoos adorning his milky skin caught the younger one’s attention, “Wow Seungwoo, you have tattoos? Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cool!”

He then put his index finger under his chin, “I think I’m getting tattoos, too, when I’m older. They look so cool on you.” At this you two couldn’t stifle your laughter, earning a confused look from Dongpyo. But who could blame you? It was very hard to imagine such a sweet, baby-faced boy to get tattoos inked on his skin.

“Sure thing, buddy,” Seungwoo ruffled the boy’s hair, unable to hold back his smile.

“Oh, but it hurts a lot, right? Maybe I won’t get any after all...” Dongpyo leaned back against the couch, hugging the cushion tighter.

—

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you took care of the mess in your kitchen but when you returned to your living room, you discovered a sleeping baby lying on top of your boyfriend’s chest. Your heart melted at this sight and the corners of your mouth immediately tugged upwards. Wanting to capture the sweet moment, you took your phone out and wasted no time to get a few shots of the two, careful not to disturb them.

Just when you crouched down next to the couch to get an up-close shot, your knee joints betrayed you. The pop seemingly woke up your boyfriend from his slumber as his eyes slowly opened and you were met with warm, brown orbs.

Catching you red-handed, Seungwoo cracked a smile and whispered, “What are you doing, babe?”

“You two look so adorable, I just couldn’t resist!” You smiled sheepishly and began to stroke his hair with your free hand, pushing a few strands away from his eyes.

“Mh, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think my back might kill me soon,” he softly spoke with his eyes closed again, welcoming your gentle touch. “C’mon, let’s put her in my bed.”

Seungwoo clutched the little girl closer to his chest and slowly got up without making any noise. He pushed her a little upwards so she could rest her head on his shoulder. You walked ahead, opening the two doors for him, and pulled the blanket aside to let him put Dohye down. Then you tucked her safely in and placing your stuffed bunny, which Seungwoo had won for on your first arcade date, next to her.

The two of you sneaked out of your bedroom, leaving the door ajar just in case she woke up. Now standing in the small hallway, Seungwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, putting just a little bit of his weight on you. “My back still hurts from your small couch; you should carry me like this,” you could basically hear his pout above your head.

“Shut up, my couch is not that small. It’s just because you are stupidly tall!” You hushed him as you wriggled in his arms to turn around and playfully pinched his cheeks. There was a shift in his eyes; usually he would retort that you were ‘stupidly small’ but this time he just gazed at you, eyes filled with adoration.

With your chests pressing against each other, you were not quite sure whether it was your heart that was racing or his. Maybe it was both of yours but it didn’t matter, anyways.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked in a small voice, your index finger now tracing his dimple instead.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby,” Seungwoo confessed and smiled innocently at you. Heart skipping a beat, you were slightly flustered by his unexpected answer and felt your ears heat up.

“You would be a great dad.” Before he could react, you got on your tiptoes and simultaneously pulled his face a little bit down to meet him with a brief, yet sweet peck on the lips.

Once you released his face and let your hands slide down to the juncture between his shoulders and neck, you felt his arms tighten around your body and tugging you even closer to him. Being not satisfied with the peck, he leaned in for another kiss.

His warm lips melted against yours and you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach like it was the very first time. As your lips moved against his, you could feel him smiling into the kiss. There was still a faint taste of cherries lingering on his lips adding to the sweet and addictive kiss. For a moment you forgot about everything because being in his arms just felt right.

“Wow, it’s like my parents never left,” a sudden voice exclaimed from behind you. The two of you shyly pulled away from each other and looked at the intruder. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

With that being said, Dongpyo quickly disappeared into your bathroom. You were slightly embarrassed by getting caught but to make you blush even more, Seungwoo then said, “I want to have a kid like him later, haha.”

—

Their parents came back around 9pm. Dohye was still fast asleep in your bedroom, by now cuddling with your stuffed bunny, while the three of you watched an episode of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo.

“You guys came back early! How was your dinner?”, you asked them as you let the couple in. “Oh, it was wonderful and the food was really delicious. You two should check out the restaurant sometime,” Hyejin gushed. “Anyways, we called it a night early because I missed my babies too much.”

She wasted no time to pull her son into her side and ruffle his fluffy hair, eliciting a soft whine from him.

“Ah, I almost forgot! We’ve got you a little gift,” the woman nudged her husband who pulled out a small white box from his paper bag. “It’s from our favorite chocolatier. But it’s only a small gift so whenever you have time, come over and we will make you a nice meal to thank you properly, yeah?”

“Alright, let’s go home now. I think we’ve bothered you enough for tonight,” your cousin chimed after putting his little girl in her carrier and giving the two of you a hug.

Once you closed the door behind them, Seungwoo pulled you into his arms again. Just before he could say anything, a yawn escaped his mouth.

“Are you tired?”

“Mhm, just a little bit.”

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes lovingly gazing into yours again like earlier.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Seungwoo rummaged through your closet, looking for a comfortable shirt amidst all the t-shirts that you’ve either got or stole from him. Finally, his eyes set on a grey oversized tee which you actually could wear as a dress. Stripping off his slightly sweaty shirt, he welcomed the new soft fabric that no longer smelled like his cologne but by now had picked up your sweet scent.

When he joined you in the bathroom, you were already brushing your teeth whilst scrolling through your Instagram feed. He made his way behind you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror because the pink shirt that he’s been missing for the past week just happened to be engulfing you in that moment. But how could be upset when you looked like an angel to him?

Before you could grab your hair yourself, Seungwoo gently pushed them back and held them for you so they wouldn’t get in your way until you were finished with your routine. Once he started with his routine, you sat down on the edge of your bathtub. Waiting for him, you went through your gallery and took a look at the photos from earlier again.

“What’chu shmiling at?” He asked you with a mouth full of foam, watching through the mirror.

“Just the pics of you and Dohye sleeping together. They are really cute, I think I’m gonna post one of them!” You excitedly stood up and stayed by his side, holding your phone in front of him whilst swiping and showing him your favorite snapshots.

After he was done with his own routine, the two of you wasted no time to snuggle up in the comfort of your bed. Like every other night you rested your head on his shoulder with his arms secured round your frame as if you could easily slip away anytime. A pleasant silence fell over you, only your shallow breaths were audible.

Your eyes were fixated on a sliver of light that shone through your blinds, unable to close your eyes and succumb to the sweet promise of sleep yet. The image of Seungwoo and the kids wouldn’t leave you alone. Sure, you’ve seen him plenty times playing with his own nephew already but today felt different.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby.”

His words kept repeating and repeating themselves in your head.

“What’s on your mind?” Seungwoo spoke so softly, it was barely a whisper. He started gently stroke your hair as he slightly turned his head towards you, his lips now almost brushing your temple.

“Just thinking about what you said earlier...” You tilted your head, meeting his eyes in the dark. “You know, what it’d be like if we had a baby, and I can’t stop thinking about it – but in a good way!”

If you had looked a little bit closer, you would have seen that his gaze softened even more at you rambling about how he would spoil the baby to death or you two dressing up your child like a model, making it the most fashionable baby out there.

“The thought of a baby really doesn’t scare me anymore. Especially when I have you by my side,” you confessed. Instead of teasing you for corny confession, he pushed his body off the bed and hovered above you, his head already diving in to claim your lips.

Seungwoo didn’t say a word during your ramble but he put all his feelings into the kiss and you knew – he didn’t need to say it aloud because you knew he felt the same. His right hand caressed your face, thumb going over the apple of your cheek.

“I really like the sound of that,” his lips stretched into a smile before the landed right on your temple.

Suddenly his smile turned smug, “We could try making one right now.”

“Oh, shut up!”

—

The next morning you checked your notifications only to find yourself chuckling at them.

ssunhwa: oh I didn’t know I was an aunt already

pyopyoson: huh is that black mob of hair mine? anyways, I want pics with him too

seungsmile_: just get married already

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authorjoydragon · 3 years

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Hey Joy! I wanted to know how do u think toph and aang would react to their nonbender child thinking they’re a failure bc their father is the literal avatar and their mother invented metalbending

Oooooff pal. Okay. Let’s talk about some feels. I could make this a whole fic omg

Bumi is so upset that he’s not an earth bender. Baba is the Avatar, Mama is the greatest earth bender in the world- she even invented metal bending! And he was specifically named after one of the strongest earth benders ever: King Bumi of Omashu.

And he can’t bend?

He had hoped he was just a late bloomer like Uncle Zuko had said. But he’s almost ten now with no bending. He’s absolutely devastated, like he isn’t living up to being the firstborn son of Avatar Aang, or the legacy of his mother, and not even honoring the crazy man he was named after.

It doesn’t matter what his parents do to try and console him or convince him that they are still proud of him. He feels... useless.

Aang and Toph are concerned about Bumi’s disappointment and they feel guilty thinking they had placed this burden on him. They try to get him interested in other things, but he says he just wants to be like them.

After not being able to get through to him, Aang calls on his best friend. And then it’s Uncle Sokka to the rescue! They have such a good heart-to-heart chat, and after Bumi hears about Uncle Sokka and Auntie Suki taking down warships without bending... well maybe he can still be a fighter without bending too! Maybe Baba and Mama will be proud of him for still learning to fight despite having no bending! He can be strong like them.

Aang and Toph are hesitant to support his obsession with learning to fight, but his attitude has changed so much that they can’t tell him no. They’re glad to see that he’s excited again, and they just want him to be happy and free. They repeat over and over that they love him and are proud of him, no matter what.

Of course, over the years Sokka and Suki will teach him everything they know, Uncle Zuko trains him in Dao swords, and Bumi is even sent to his Aunties Mai and Ty Lee to learn different fighting styles and hey this kid is getting really good at kicking ass. His confidence grows, and he’s determined to make a name for himself, and he knows that his parents are proud of him.

Bumi becomes an excellent fighter, a supportive big brother, and his parents couldn’t be more proud of him. That kid is persistent. He’s a Beifong, after all.

#Bumi Beifong #he’s got a good support system #taang #the beifongs #ask joy #in my world building headcanon #they have EIGHT children #two of which are non benders #maybe I’ll write a fic one day lol

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kyunsies · 4 years

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things i love + appreciate about my closest moots 💖 (obviously no particular order bc you all hold such a special place in my heart)

i was going to wait and post this when i hit 400 followers but that has passed and i wasn't ready in time and i didn’t really know when to post this ;; so i’m just going to do it now to remind everyone that it is truly a blessing to be here in your presence :) i don’t want to get mushy ALREADY sdlkfjsd but pls know you all mean so much to me <33

@theyoungflexer — my person, my rock, chelle you’re super special!! we have such a quirky relationship that somehow works extremely well; idk how but i had this feeling from the moment we spoke with each other i was like “omg this gal is so funky and sweet!!” i was really excited to get to know you, and we’ve talked everyday without FAIL since we became moots :) v grateful for you chelle, you’re my home girl!! (even tho we live across the states hehe) 💘💗 also i just respect you on so many levels like the way you just attend one of the most amazing colleges in the US and is thriving?? not to mention your equally as smart brother also going to an amazing college too???????? speechless. ALSO BIG SHOUT OUT BC you are also the reason for inspiring me to start giffing so,,,,,,literally wouldn’t be here without you GOD chelle i’m so mushy for you :’((((

@softhyungkyun — 1/2 of my mom friends!!! my monmomma, my calming energy in this chaotic world!! victoria, my sweet vic how i love u so!! not to mention the BEST canadabebe around 😘 truly don’t know what i would do without you hun!! do u know how special u are to me?? how much i loved ur lil bunny pics whenever u went on a run; your CONSTANT surveillance of my many typos; and most importantly your scalding of me whenever i show my ~alter ego nasty mädch who is a simp for kyun~ (huh?? who said that, certainly not me!!) i literally look up to you in so many ways, and i’m glad i have someone like you in my life 💗💘💖

@ckyunoirs — you’ve all seen it coming but my actual soulmate!! the best kyun soulmate ever 🥺 i honestly can’t remember how we became moots LOL but i just know i thought you seemed like an absolute sweetheart (which you are) and i was so nervous to talk to you!! i was like “ah omg she has so many anons and everyone associates her w kyun i would like to be at that level” but look at us now!!! we really do share the same (thirsting for kyun always 🤝) braincell and i love that i can tell you what’s on my mind always!! you are such a nurturing soul suni, always stressing how important it is to take care of ourselves 🤧 angel behavior i think!! i don’t even have to elaborate anymore bc i think (i hope) you know truly how much you mean to me suni!!!!! thank you for being such a great friend <33

@memehyungwon — nessa!!! my love whom i get extremely excited about whenever i see your name pop up in my inbox 🥺🥺 get yourself a nessa!!!! so sweet, so supportive, so kind, and just all around LOVELY LOVELY LOVELY!! the cutest, my emotional support bub really 💘💗💖💓💞 so much love for you, plus you’re a multi-talented queen with the moodboards + edits like hello you are LEGENDARY!!! also a multistan extraordinaire, what more could u ask for?? aaaand you call me your “cariño mio” like.......,,shush i’m sobbing just thinking of it 🥺

@pansynight — i think ezra is a fallen angel I SAID IT!!! srsly THE most supportive, trustworthy, and down to earth person in the whole wide world. such a hard worker i mean moodboards, audio edits, writing on the side sometimes, AND gifmaking???????? incredible!!! and is just as a hopeless romantic as i am (cue us crying over how much we love Love together,,,,,i need a moment 😭)!! one friend who i can feel totally comfortable + stripped down with 💙💙 did i already say supportive bc ezra is the Most Supportive Bub if you didn’t already catch that 🥺

@sohcean — bee!!!! a fairly recent moot but one i love very much nonetheless!!!! i looked up to you a lot akdbdjdkjdb like you were one of my “it” monsta x blogs imo hehe but i remember i tagged you in a post where an anon asked me who my fav blogs were and 🥺🥺 you sent me an ask something along the lines of “ty v much i’m glad we’re moots now!!” AND WHEN I TELL YOU!!! i was crying 😭😭😭 anyways, always checks in on me once in a while and you’re always super duper sweet and caring (and thank you for submitting sweet kyun pics occasionally; they are SO desperately needed);; plus you are so extremely eloquent with your writing -- when you post something particularly long i kinda just space out into dreamland bc you just take me to another place with your words omg *chefs kiss* love ya hun!!! 💙💜💙💜💙

@burnitupmp3 — ah ADRY!!! honestly i was really scared to talk to you too for some reason DJFLSDJ but i think that’s bc you’re so extremely hilarious :’) but now that we are certified CLINGMATES 🥺 i literally thank my lucky stars for you everyday :( always and i mean ALWAYS supporting not only me but all of your other moots too ITS SO AMAZING TO SEE!!!!!! never being shy and always starting a conversation with everyone like i’m starting to get the feeling that maybe you DO in fact know every monbebe on this site HEHE but!!!!! grateful for you, if there is one singular constant on tumblr it's you and you're humor, kindness, individuality 💘💗 1/3 of my joobebes, but my ONLY rujoobebe :’) alSO TY FOR FEEDING ME J.SEPH CONTENT <33

@minhyukie — LISTEN if you don’t follow amy you’re missing oUT!!!! but srsly amy i’m going to get really mushy on you jfsdlkfj 🥺🥺 i’ve been following you ever since i made this blog in january (obvi bc u make High Quality content) and i just need to get this off my chest but when u popped in my messages telling me what i was doing wrong in ps about the smart object thing I LITERALLY SCREAMED I JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT I MESSAGED @theyoungflexer AND WAS LIKE OMG OMG OMG AMY JUST TALKED TO ME!!!!!!!!! jeez like i was so embarrassingly excited :’D !!! man, am i SO happy we are moots <33 the best minbebe around, always providing me with advice and so many resources,,,not to mention we kinda (??) live relatively close-ish to each other so that’s also very cool LOL but srsly!!! amy you are such a backbone for the mbb community here and i look up to you SO much,,,smooches to u 💘💗

@leejooheons — aj!!! 2/3 of my joobebes!!! we are only recently moots but much like amy, i’ve been following you since the beginning of my blog’s existence!! gosh i look up to you in sooooo many ways and again LIKE AMY when i finally found the courage to talk to you i kinda freaked out when you responded LOL !! your gifs are absolutely AMAZING STUNNNG WONDERFUL; you inspire me to really improve my skills, and you always always ALWAYS give me such helpful advice all the time when i don’t even ask for it :( if anything i can't imagine how annoying it is to see me complain about all of my ps troubles but you still take time out of your day to always give me the best tips ever. and for that??? i’m SUPER grateful for all that you do for not only me but for monbebe tumblr too !!! 💘💗

@chaelight — fern!! my other resourceful monbebe moot 🥺 even though we don’t talk all the time, you, like aj, are always providing me with such amazing content advice!!! seriously idk why you all are so incredibly nice to me it’s so touching 😭 and just like bee, you also give me such a calming vibe; you’re just an overall delight to see on my dash because your content is SO well thought out too <33 love you fern!!

@joosgf — lulu!!! 3/3 of my joobebes who also takes the time to tag me in kyun content 🥺 we do not message often but :( omg you’re such a freaking cutie :( i knew i wanted to be your friend when i found your blog bc 1) everyone loves u and 2) you are so incredibly nice <33 i really hope we get to grow closer in the future!! you are so supportive even though we aren't close, and just know that you can always come to me for anything!! also i just love your adoration for our joober it’s SO SWEET, i love to see you geek about him bc it really is the cutest thing <33

@haoranghae — jill!!!!!!! my eastern standard time pal!!!!!!! <33 honestly i think you're the only moot where i DONT have to think about you being asleep while i’m up bc i know we’re on the same time schedule :’) my multifandom buddy who shares my love for victon and honestly a lot of other groups too!! surprisingly we don’t message often but like, i feel like when we DO talk we always pick up where we left off, if that makes sense? i always feel at home talking with you <33 and you’re so freaking SUPPORTIVE always saying nice things and going out of your way once in a while to pop in the inbox!! jill dear you are such a joy, thank you for being you 🥺

@morkyun — carly my sweet angel!!! one of my most precious fellow kyunbebes!!!! idk why you’re so darn SWEET TO ME!! just the sweetest; always asking how i’m doing, always crying over changkyun with me, always participating in ask games sdkjflskdfjslkf how can i ask for anything more than you?? super DUPER grateful to have u in my life, literally such a blessing <33 AND U HAVE ME IN YOUR BIO <33 IM MELTING PLS I FREAKING LOVE U!!!

@hohyuk — everyone LISTEN UP AS A TALK ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!!!! my ma, 2/2 of the mom friends!! you aren’t as active as you were when i first started to talk to you (bc u are a wonderful working WOMAN) but gosh, you made such an impact on me ma :( you are such a caring and nurturing person like the only way i can describe you is motherly :( i remember we would always talk about our days + weekends bc we never really messaged a lot HOWEVER we would always touch base at the end of the week and catch up!! although we don’t talk that often anymore, i want you to know that you will always have a special place in my heart for being exceptionally kind to me 💘💗 and for that i am forever thankful for you ma!! love you!!

@kihyunsgf — kass my cutie patootie!!! we have been moots for a long time it feels!! ( i mean long for me since i’ve one been here since january lol) but you are such an amazing monbebe friend!!! we don’t really private message each other but it seems like we always participate in each other’s ask games so it’s always fun to get to know a little bit more about each other every time we ask questions!! you always reblog not only my work, but every other content creator moots’ works too and i just think you are an extremely supportive friend in general <33 thank you for always being so approachable and warm, and i hope we only grow closer as time goes on 💘💗

@kkyuns — okay aminah OMG so,,,,,,,,,idk if you even want me to consider you a moot yet or anything but 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 can i pls be your moot LOL srsly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and if you don’t feel comfortable that’s okay and u can just consider this an appreciation post dksfjslkdjf but!!!!!! aminah i’ve already told you i’ve sent you so many asks anonymously and i only recently found the courage and come off bc i feel really comfortable whenever i talk to you <33 literally the KINDEST soul in the entire world;; you might not answer asks quickly ALL the time but you always find a way to make time for the people who look up to you and honestly?? that inspires me to be a kinder more gentler person!! my FELLOW NURSING GAL working your lil BOOTY off, a queen really :’) and not to mention one of the most TALENTED mbb gif makers on the entire planet i’m not even stretching that i truly mean it angel <33 thank u for making me (and others ofc) feel incredibly appreciated, and thank you for being a blessing to mbb tumblr :D

@changkynie — sian angel!!!! you have been with me since the beginning of this blog it seems like!!! thank you for always being my secretive cheerleader on my blog, i really adore you for that! you are such a cutie and you ALWAYS make time to send in little messages to both me and our lil family on my blog!! it’s really the sweetest thing; you are truly SUCH blessing and i love waking up/falling asleep to your kind words <33 together forever bub i think <33

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girlllthatsgrim · 4 years

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NSFW ALPHABET (Harry Potter Version)

Sirius Orion Black

A= Aftercare

Sirius would be the type of guy to lay around in bed after sex; he’s a little bit lazy after everything that happened, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. If it’s a special night like an anniversary or birthday, he would definitely plan something and go all out.

B= Body Part

I think his favorite body part on a woman, in general, would be the butt; his favorite part of his body is probably his hair. He always liked long hair and he kept it on point.

C= Cum

When it comes to semen, I think Sirius would be that guy to like shooting on your butt and try to trace his name on it just to be funny.

D= Dirty Secret

Everyone has them - even someone as outspoken as Sirius. I think he would be one of those people to secretly be an exhibitionist; he wouldn’t necessarily be into Voyeurism( as adventurous as he is, that’s not his cup of tea), but he is proud of his body. He also wouldn’t be afraid to masturbate in public once in a blue moon either.

E= Experience

Let’s keep this 100%. He and his pal, James, were the “talk fo the town” so to speak during their years at Hogwarts. With the long dark hair and smooth mouth, Sirius would definitely have experience. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had more experience than the girl he’s with. He wouldn’t rub it in a girl’s face though; I think Sirius would be more than happy to teach his lady love a thing or two about sex.

F= Favorite position

He’s an adventurous guy and he wouldn’t mind you taking the lead once in a while, but 9 times out of ten he would want to be the dom in the room. With that being said, his favorite position would be the pretzel.

G= Goofy

Sirius does have a quite a few jokes up his sleeve - especially slick comments; he is James Potter’s #2 afterall. In the moment, I think he would slip some jokes especially if it was a good day.

H=Hair

Sirius does come from a wealthy, Pureblood family and even though he left when he was sixteen, that doesn’t mean he left all that he learned at the door. I don’t think he would shave, but he would definitely keep it well-groomed and he wouldn’t be fussy about women shaving either. As long as bugs aren’t crawling around in that forest, he’s good.

I= Intimacy

Sirius is no hardcore Romeo, but he does have a romantic streak in him that I think would creep out when he has sex with a woman. Lots of kissing, whispers of ‘I love you - even hand-holding.

J= Jack off

He masturbates, but not a lot. I think before his first time he would have masturbated more, but since he could get pretty much any girl he wanted at Hogwarts, Sirius didn’t see a need to masturbate on a daily basis.

K= Kink

As I’ve mentioned before, Sirius would be characterized as a switch; however, he would lean more towards his dominant side. When Sirius is in the lead role, I think he would be into tying his lady love up with just about anything - rope, his tie, handcuffs etc. Hell, he would even tie you up with your own underwear somehow. Even when he isn’t in the lead, he wouldn’t mind being tied up either.

L= Location

I think Sirius would prefer to do the deed in the bedroom, but that doesn’t stop him from living on the edge once in a while. For that reason, I believe he would be into quickies because of his slight exhibitionist tendencies. Again, he’s not into Voyeurism, but I believe he would love the thrill of having sex in the Potions classroom before class starts when no one has arrived.

M= Motivation

Since he’s a butt kind of guy, I think he would absolutely go mad for girls in short shorts - the daisy duke kind; that’s why he always told James and the other marauders that summer was his favorite season.

N= No

Even though Sirius likes to dabble in lots of things, I don’t think he would be into hard bondage such as pain play or gagging. He would probably try it once and that was it.

O= Oral

With experience comes skill and Sirius has it; he would give oral to a woman very well, and yet I think he would prefer to receive oral because he leans more to his dominant side. To compromise every once in a while, he would do 69 so the two of you would get the best of both worlds. He would be happy and so would you.

P= Pace

Despite him preferring to lead, I think his pace would generally be quite slow and sensual. Remember, Sirius does have a romantic streak so he would want to savor the moment as much as possible. He would only speed up as his climax builds.

Q = Quickie

Yup, he’s into it. Refer to location for more on that.

R = Risk

As a marauder, he does take risks. Refer to location for more on that.

S = Stamina

I’m not sure if Sirius played Quidditch or not, but I think regardless of that he would be quite fit; not ripped, but he is proud of how firm his body is. I believe he could go for a few rounds. Not more than 10, but definitely more than 5.

T= Toys

He wouldn’t own any himself, but Sirius would definitely use and buy them for his significant other, especially something like a vibrator.

U= Unfair

As mentioned many times before, he’s a marauder so I think his goofiness would cause him to tease quite a lot - sometimes to the point where you’re both laughing.

V=Volume

Sirius, for some reason, looks like he could wake up an entire neighborhood with his groans and moans - especially when he’s reaching a climax. So, I think he’s one of the loud ones and he doesn’t apologize for it either. He would probably say something smart like, “I hope they heard me so they know not to disturb us.”

W= Wildcard

When those rare moments come up for him to be submissive, Sirius would continue to tease you - especially if you ride him. He would probably spontaneously jolt upwards to penetrate deeper just to put you off. He might regret it later on, but to him it was always worth it.

X= X-ray

Flaccid: 4 inches

Erect: 6 inches

Sirius is more thick than long

Y= Yearning

I would think that his sex drive is pretty average. He’s not going to attack you every time he sees you, but I do think if you tease him enough then that would put him in the mood.

Z= ZZZ

It really depends on how many rounds the two of you go through; generally, I think he wouldn’t fall asleep before you, but if the two of you were meeting during NEWT exams, for example, then he would definitely fall asleep first because he would probably be cramming like any teenage boy would.

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kawaiic · 4 years

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Penpaling.

Hello! I’m Angelica and I’m new to this whole penpal thing and it’s been 2 weeks or so since i started penpaling it was on a website called Facebook, My mother introduced me to it and i thought why not start doing penpaling so every Saturday we go pickup mail or deliver it

the thing is i don’t really get a lot of letters even if i wait for like week or 2 no letters for me which is depressing so i begin to give up on penpaling and finding people and i heard of Instagram, tumblr, global Penpal - having lots of people wanting to write to anyone - so I chose tumblr instead since it’s simple and I thought why not try doing pen pal again so here I am writing a post hoping to at least make one or two pen pal’s I guess I should write about myself now haha I hope the people who read this look forward on being my pen pal too! it would really make my day. Any gender just don’t be creepy thanks!

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I’m Angelica I mean you already know that from reading in the beginning of my text but anyways , I’m 13 years old turning 14 on August 14 I’m from San diego , USA I like cute things such as Kawaii aesthetic stickers/stationery I love cats ever since I was really young I really love Anime my favorite anime is No Game No Life my Mother recently ordered me some No game No Life stickers and they’re coming this Saturday and I can’t wait to mail it to one of my friends that love the same Anime as me anyways, I love Arctic Monkey’s they’re my favorite band their music is the greatest thing I’ve heard so far besides pop music and pop rock I mean I don’t mind some of pop music but pop rock isn’t really my thing I prefer relaxing, rock music I mean pop rock is basically rock but .. It’s not my cup of tea I’d say , I play video games such as Minecraft,OSU,Roblox I hardly play Roblox anymore since It got really boring I prefer OSU and Minecraft more It’s pretty fun game I believe whoever is reading this should try playing it , If u don’t like it then It’s okay I don’t really mind , I have 2 cats 1 hamster, 3 dogs.

Anyways I want people around my age but I don’t mind 16 or 15 as long as you aren’t a creep thanks! I prefer females more since I’m way comfortable ty!

#penpal #teenpenpals #writing #penpaling #teens

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mistymark · 6 years

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the one with the anonymous pen pal // w.y.k

wong yukhei x reader // university au // 3.0k words

in which y/n and lucas write notes to each other on their desks and love might just be on their side

A/N: I literally do not know how to write more than 3000 words at a time apparently, every time I write, I write 3000 and something words and I'm like yep thats it for the day thank you bye

“I love my class, I love my class, I love my class, I love my class,” you mumbled to yourself as you got dressed and ready for your 7am lecture, though you were seriously debating whether you should just drop it now. Picking up your hairbrush, you glanced in the mirror and winced, before placing the hairbrush back on your vanity and haphazardly tying up your hair.

You quietly shut the door to the bathroom as to not wake up your roommate and made your way silently to the kitchen. Grabbing an apple and the loose change that was left next to your keys, you decided to stop by the coffee shop on your way to your class. Glancing at your watch, you realised you might be cutting it a little thin, but you thought if there was any chance you were going to survive this class, it would be with a coffee in your hand.

“Order for Y/N!” You friend, Mark, yelled from behind the coffee counter. You rolled your eyes at him; despite being friends for years, he still made it his mission to yell out your name as loudly as possible every time you stopped by the cafe he worked at.

You huffed, grabbing your coffee from him and pretending to take back the tip you’d previously placed in the jar by the counter. He pouted at you, before beginning to make another coffee, “I’ll catch you later, yeah? We’re still on for dinner?”

“Last time I checked. Unless you have another ~date~,” you grinned mischievously at him, knowing full well that the person he was seeing made him super nervous and excited, and taking advantage of it as you teased him.

“Uh, no, I don’t,” Mark looked back down at the warm brown liquid he was pouring, suddenly intensely focussing on getting it into the cup, a light pink blush covering his cheeks.

Saluting him as you walked out the door, you called out, “Wish me luck!” He shook his head and called out another customer’s name, winking at you through the cafe windows.

Your morning classes were not normally that bad; you loved the subject, your professor was quite interesting and intelligent, and you found it easy to make effective and cohesive notes while the professor flicked quickly through his presentations. Despite all this, today, you seemed to be zoning out a bit - your tiredness from studying all night the night before and the ineffectiveness of the caffeine that hadn't yet kicked in - you found it difficult not to fall asleep in class.

Lazily, you wrote out a little ‘hi’ on your desk in pencil, dotting the ‘I’ with a heart and laughing deliriously at your own school girl antics. The word was small enough that no one would really notice it unless they were looking, the faint grey lead blending in with the wooden table.

However, once your class was over, and you had been forced to take notes and focus, you felt even more exhausted, dreading the following day when you had to return and do it all over again. Attempting to lighten your mood, you reminded yourself that tomorrow, Tuesday, was an afternoon class, and that you could at least get more than 5 hours of sleep tonight. Tuesday’s were always your favourite day of the week.

You met Mark for dinner, and had a chance to catch up over cheap spaghetti at one of the diner’s in town, “How’s Mina?”

He leant back in his chair, and you knew that he had been expecting this question from you, “She’s great. We’re still together, if that’s what you mean.”

“WHat’s that supposed to mean? Are you planning on ending things with her?” You looked up in surprise, knowing Mark had previously been so excited about her,

“No! No, God, no,” he laughed. “I would love to keep dating her. She’s amazing.” He nodded to himself as he raised his glass to his lips, and you recognised the dopey look on his face as unconditional love.

The next day, you had decided to wake up at a decent hour to get some work done before class, but had only been productive from about 11am onwards, choosing to spend your morning in bed or on your couch, the apartment empty with your roommate at her classes.

You met up with one of your other friends who took your afternoon class, and walked to the lecture room, debating one of the concepts you had been introduced to the following morning.

Sitting down at your usual table, you noticed a dark grey smudge on your desk and grabbed a tissue from your bag to wipe it off, before realising the smudges were blocky letters reading, ‘hello xD’. You smiled at the rather unattractive writing and smiley face before quickly wiping down your desk and writing in small letter in the top right hand side, ‘how are you’.

You figured it was the best bet, instead of writing ‘what’s up’ as the person would obviously be in a lecture, and writing any other probing questions would just come off as creepy.

As your professor entered, you mind quickly focussed on the subject at hand, and wandered from the response written on your desk.

After two weeks, you and your desk mate, whom you soon discovered used the same desk every lecture just as you did, had conversed a little more. Now, it was a habit to walk into your lecture room and write a response to your anonymous pen pal.

Well, anonymous isn't the right word. You had discovered your pen pal’s name was Lucas and he was studying international relations, and generally, his classes were next after yours (though there could sometimes be an hour interval), with the exception of Tuesdays, when your class was in the afternoon immediately after his.

When you entered your lecture room on Monday morning, your 7am class, you immediately made your way to your usual desk and looked closely at the top right corner, reading the messages read there that hadn’t yet been erased.

‘remind me again why I'm taking international relations’ ‘bc ur an international playboy’ ‘ye thats it - do u want to meet for coffee sometime?’

You opened your mouth in surprise, and, smiling, erased your conversation before writing, ‘sure, where? and when?’

By Tuesday afternoon, you had practically rushed to your lecture hall, excited to see if Lucas had responded yet. When the students for the international relations class began to stream out, you decided to squish through the foot traffic and see if you could cheat the system; see Lucas before your first meeting.

You couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment as you saw a an older man, perhaps in his 40s, stand up from your desk. As much as one could believe in love despite wide age gaps, there was no way that you were going to meet Lucas now.

He smiled politely as he walked past you, grabbing out his phone and keys and swiftly exiting with the rest of the students.

The disappointment in your chest was imminent and you began to make your way over to your desk, but as you began walking down the aisles, you noticed a tall boy your age sitting one row away from your desk gathering his things. You’d never seen him before, which made sense, as you were taking different classes, but wow, he was so attractive, you wanted to switch degrees right then and there. He was dressed in all black; black jeans, black shoes and a large black tshirt with the sleeves rolled up a little, showing off the curved, bronzed muscles of his arms.

Suddenly, it became difficult to walk.

You notice him watching the older man leave, before quickly making his way to your desk, a smile stretching wide on his face as he found the message you had written. You watched as he rummaged around in his bag for a pencil, and, finding a weird mechanical one, put one end in his mouth to pop the lid off and bending down to scribble a response. He was really tall, so he had to lean down quite far to write, and his laptop bag (also black) slid down his shoulder onto the floor. Looking up, he realised that now most of the seats were filling up with people from your next class, early arrivals who wanted to get their favourite seat or relax a little before it started, and reread his response.

After recapping his ? pencil ?, he picked up his bag, swung it over his shoulder and left the room, a wide smile stretched over his lips. He briefly made eye contact with you, and you smiled back politely, but you probably looked really surprised and awkward, as if you had never seen a boy before. Scolding yourself, you made your way to the desk to see what he’d written.

‘friday, 7pm, we can get dinner’

You smiled at his even messier handwriting as he was in a rush and grabbed out your own pencil, ‘perfect. also, u never told me ur really attractive smh’.

You didn't have a class on Wednesday, and you were unsure whether Lucas did, so you weren't at all hopeful that there’d be a message waiting for you on Thursday, but sure enough, there was.

‘can't wait ;) WHEN DID YOU SEE ME’

You laughed at the contradicting tones of his message and wrote a reply, ‘Tuesday, I thought u were an old guy’

You woke up on Friday morning with a frantically beating heart; today was the day you and Lucas would meet. You’d already seen him, and knew how attractive he was, and part of you was excited that you had a possibly-a-date-but-also-just-a-first-meeting with someone as attractive as him, but the other was worried that he’d think you weren’t attractive, and would immediately regret everything, that he would be disappointed by you somehow (A/N: irrelevant cause ur a gem).

You had five hours of classes today, but your class that was held in the lecture hall you had with Lucas was second, and that certainly did not help your focus for the first three hours.

When it was time for you to leave the quaint coffee shop, you waved to Mark, thanking him for the free coffee (a Friday tradition) and the lunch (which you unfortunately had to pay for) and made your way to your allocated room.

You glanced at your desk, your mind set with a little bit more ease at the words scrawled on the table, ‘I’ll see you tonight’.

It was simple, but for some reason, knowing that he hadn’t forgotten about your meeting and wasn’t planning on cancelling made you feel a lot better about the situation.

When you got back to your room at 4, you spent an hour with your roommate explaining the situation and trying to pick out clothes, all while watching spongebob (it was mostly just watching spongebob), before eventually beginning to get ready for your dinner.

“So, it’s not a date?” She questioned, her Hello Kitty pyjamas warping as she crossed her legs on the couch, pushing more crisps into her mouth.

“I haven’t met him yet,” you stated, your palms covering your face as you looked at your outfit in dismay. “He doesn’t even know what I look like.”

“But he asked you out?” Her voice broke in confusion, and you nodded, attempting to explain the situation for the millionth time. “I still think you should go with the bomber jacket.” She called back to you as you began to make your way back to the closet.

“Thank you!” You called, touching up your makeup for the last time and grabbing your keys. You pulled your phone out of your jeans pocket and looked at the time; 6:43pm. You should probably leave now if you wanted to be on time.

Walking to the restaurant did not take you long, and you arrived a few minutes before 7, but you immediately recognised Lucas in one of the booths, his brown hair tousled and his black leather jacket fitting snugly to his torso. He was staring at his phone and didn’t notice your approach, “Um, hi.”

He quickly shut off his phone and looked up at you, a large grin appearing on his face, “Hey, um... wow.” His smile faltered a bit at his blatant attraction to you, “I’m Lucas.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you,” you stretched out your hand dorkily, and he laughed as he shook it and ushered for you to sit down.

“Wow, I genuinely thought you were an old guy,” you smiled, unsure how to begin the conversation with this stranger.

He laughed again, “Oh yeah, you saw me on Tuesday, right? Rude of you not to say hello, by the way. Anyway, by the time I got to class that day - my alarm didn't go off, don’t you hate that? - this older dude was already in my seat! And I was worried you’d left another message, so I had to write it after class.”

You continued to talk about the messages, before moving to classes and degrees, and then personal life, family and your pasts. It felt like you’d known him for ages, your conversation flowed naturally and you were still in awe at how beautiful he was.

He had an awful habit of clasping and unclasping his hands together while he talked, and you sometimes had to remind yourself to look at his face.

You were worried at how much you were attracted to Lucas, because he was so friendly, and he had certainly wound down the flirting, so you were unsure whether he felt the same attraction to you as you did to him.

You asked him about his dreams and goals, and he cringed and ran a hand through his hair (it was a painful yet astounding experience to witness that tbh) before answering and surprising you with music, when your dinners arrived.

He didn't hesitate in offering you some of his meal, though it soon became evident that he had a big appetite, and you ended up giving him the rest of yours anyway.

When it got close to 11, you decided to call it a night, and you split the bill and left the restaurant. The sun had set a while ago, and you were met with a dark and cloudy sky, and a cold wind. You shivered, and Lucas immediately slipped off his jacket to give to you.

You were astounded at how gentlemanly he was, and accepted it on the basis that you were quite close to your apartment and he’d have it back within 10 minutes.

Sometime during the walk, a bout of silence descended upon the two of you, which you had learnt was rare when you were with Lucas, and you felt the need to break it, “I had a really good time tonight.” You smiled at your feet shyly as you walked by his side.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him glance at you, before smiling and bumping you with his shoulder, “Who would’ve known I’d like a cheater so much?”

You stopped walking, faking astonishment, “Me?! A cheater?!”

He noticed you had stopped and turned around to face you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked at your astonished face in amusement, “We were supposed to keep things perfectly anonymous, but you ruined it.”

“You were the one that asked me out,” you walked towards him with purpose, trying to prove your point.

“Oh, so this is a date?”

You stopped, your mouth opening and closing in confusion. You didn't know what to say, so you looked away from his smug face, “Come on, my building is just over here.”

He watched as you began to walk away, and then ran the few steps to catch up with you, and you pretended not to notice when his forearm brushed against yours, your hands sliding past one another briefly.

You looked straight ahead, only a hint of a smile on your face as you rolled your eyes, groaned - out loud - and slipped your hand into his.

Laughing, he held onto your hand and pulled you closer to him as you were walking, “I really enjoyed our date.”

You tugged him behind you into your building’s lobby and stopped in the warmth, “Oh, so this is a date?”

He smiled at your teasing nature, his free hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck nervously, as he looked over your head, at the elevator, anywhere but your face.

You poked his cheek and he looked back down at you in surprise, “I really enjoyed our date, too.”

Suddenly, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face and appeared, and it made you smile, too. He was honestly just too attractive for his own good. You noticed his smile slowly disappear as he looked intently into your eyes.

Subconsciously, you glanced at his lips, trying to decide whether you like him more when he was smiling or when he was straight-faced, when he ducked his head a little and connected your lips.

One leg stepped backwards in surprise, but you steadied yourself and leant into him a little, kissing him back purposefully.

After a moment, he pulled back, his face tinged a light shade of red and his lips a little pinker, and nodding to himself stepped back, his hands still holding your waist and beginning to trail to your hands, “I have a class early tomorrow morning, so I’m gonna go, but I’ll text you.”

You nodded in understanding and bit your lip, “Okay, I’ll see you around.” You smiled and outstretched your arm as you began to leave while still holding his hand, but a quick tug caused you to rapidly spin around to face him again, and you took this opportunity to kiss him again.

You felt him smile into the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck, and he pulled you closer to him, his large hands clasping your waist. This time it was you who pulled back, “I think you were just leaving.”

He cocked his head teasingly, “I think I have a little more time.”

well, there ya have it folks!!!! a completed lucas imagine who would’ve known!!! dont forget to hit up the ask box if you want to see a bonus part (e.g. Mark and Mina, Lucas’ POV, Lucas getting ready for the date, Mark and Lucas ??) because I love exploring the skipped sections and plot holes lmao

this is unedited and its 1am so sorry if theres mistakes (if u notice anything too obvious tell me lol)

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 5 years

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Ghosts of the Shadow Market Review!

My first book of the Read to Roll challenge is Ghosts of the Shadow Market by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson, Kelly Link, and Robin Wasserman.

Look at Jem! I love my son!

Here we are at the pond! Fun fact: Cassandra Clare allegedly lives in the town next to mine. I kinda really hate it.

I actually finished reading this a while ago, but I got caught up with school and the library book is due tomorrow, so I guess we’re doing this review tonight, bitches!

First: I LOVED this book!! I have my issues with CC and it took me literally took me like 9 months to finish reading QOAAD (which I also enjoyed, I just couldn’t get through) but I FLEW through this book! I think maybe the short story format just fits my brain a bit better. I’m gonna break this down by story:

Cast Long Shadows

Matthew!! My child!! I want to hug you so much!!

This story stood out to me as particularly hopeless, especially compared to the rest of the stories. It ended in total despair, and I understand Matthew did something VERY VERY BAD but he is a dumb child and dumb 15 year olds do a lot of dumb things so

I really hope he gets some sort of resolution in TLH

This bitch deserves happiness

Also he’s defo not straight?? like no straight boi is THAT into oscar wilde

i kinda ship him with thomas

Every Exquisite Thing

SOOO PURE!!!!!

WE STAN SUPPORTIVE PARENTS!!!!!!!!!

This story was like a breath of fresh air compared to the last

It doesn’t really connect to the overarching plot at ALL (every other story does, correct me if I’m wrong) but i’m okay with it because anna lightwood is incredible and deserves all of the respect

the only bit that kinda not really relates is the talk about tessa’s demon parent? which is lowkey implied to be like... actually satan?? ahhhh????

That last bit with Cecily was just so beautiful. again.

I TOLD YOU THE BLUE WAISTCOAT WAS THE ONE

I’m just imagining them just in bed one night and one of them was like ‘our daughter hecka gay’ ‘what should we do’ ‘well we gotta buy her a suit that actually fits her obv. she can’t keep walking around in clothes that don’t fit, also they’re gross’ ‘i actually already went to the tailor down the block and made a list of the ones i think she would look best in’

I know ariadne broke annas heart but also i feel really bad for her. being a brown lesbian in 2019 is hard enough. she lost her parents and she doesn’t want to lose what she has left. i hope she also gets some sort of closure in TLH. i would be content with her and charlie having a charlotte and henry thing going minus the pining and falling in love. they’re married but it’s just business and they can pursue whomever on the side

also isabelle do you realize that necklace you’re wearing was once owned by queer QUEEN anna lightwood?????

Learn About Loss

this story was a little slow, but very necessary for introducing the lost herondale plot

emilia is so fucking badass

the last scene with will and jem was so pure and wholesome. i’m so mad that they were robbed of so much time together.

A Deeper Love

this story was just anxiety

like obv i knew jem wasn’t going to die but the CLIMAX

can kit pls have some heart to heart with catarina in twp! like she deserves some closure! like she can just tell him some stories and he can understand a bit more of where he comes from

jem deserves all of the hugs

i just want to scream YOU GET MARRIED! YOU HAVE A CHILD! IT WILL HAPPEN!

The Wicked Ones

this story was,, uh,, something

i’d say it ties with cast long shadows as the most depressing

so basically, celine was horribly abused her entire life by the people who should have taken care of her, her trauma was exploited by another abuser so that she too became incredibly manipulative and potentially abusive, and then she killed herself (was murdered?) and her child was ripped from her corpse to be abused throughout his entire childhood as well

it was cute seeing kit’s parents! they were so cute! what happened.

Son of the Dawn

baby alec! baby izzy! baby jace! baby baby max!

i’m not a big jace fan, but ugh i just wanted him to get the love that every child deserves!

i can’t believe raphael santiago was alec lightwood’s sexual awakening

“brother let him see my rack-ariah”

lily chen deserves the whole goddamn world

jem CARVED WILL’S INITIALS INTO HIS STAFF

FULL HOMO

The Land I Lost

gotta admit that i wasn’t too hype about this one bc i’m kinda tired of all of the malec narratives, but it was cute

“JEM I’D-LOVE-TO-CLIMB-’EM-CARSTAIRS” (this has to be my favorite)

once again i love lily chen with all my heart and she deserves all of the happiness and none of the shit that the world has given her

also??? lily breathed, “cortana.” this girl was GAY for CORDELIA CARSTAIRS

BLESS THE COME AND STARE FAMILY

i love how this small child who hates everyone just physically attached himself to alec and would not let go

cordelia carstairs was lily’s sexual awakening and you can’t change my mind

SLEEP LILY I’LL WATCH THE DOORS alec lightwood being the PAL lily deserves

THAT BITCH! poor matthew. he was still dumb but he was played by some bitch who couldn’t separate her person grudges and an entire race of people

i love how magnus saw this child run into his home with alec nowhere in sight and was like “guess he’s my son now”

Through Blood, Through Fire

rosemary ;_;

that’s so fucking depressing like you abandoned your family and it bought them like 3 days max

i think it’s a little weird that tessa now has some of kit’s mother’s memories and is adopting him but also i guess it’s kinda nice?

both jem and tessa have actually almost died searching for you, kit, and i don’t think either regret a single thing they did to lead themselves to you

jem and tessa are in LOVE and they’re having a BABY

The Lost World

JEM AND TESSA ARE IN LOVE AND THEY’RE HAVING A BABY

ty u really did fuck up didn’t u

but he’s got a pet now so that’s nice

livvy ;_;

i really hope they find a way to release her in twp

i don’t think ty wants it, but things will come to a head. she’s not happy as a ghost.

kit and ty are so fucking dumb just talk to each other!!

it’s so fitting that kit gave them the heron pendant

both in a sense of continuity and in the complexities of his feelings - on one hand it belonged to his mother, someone cared very much about him but on the other, it failed to save her

Forever Fallen

i ship kit with a family that loves him

jem just talks to him and is just internally like ‘wtf has everyone in your life done wrong’

jem and tessa: you are WORTHY and DESERVING of LOVE, BITCH!

i want all of the domestic herondale-carstairs family

i think i read the scene where jem and tessa put all of their stuff in kit’s room like 10 times it had me so shook

“WE WANT YOU TO KNOW THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE MORE PRECIOUS TO US THAN YOU”

WE STAN SUPPORTIVE PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Janus is as annoying as real jace

lily be safe bby ily this is gonna end baaaaad

the scene at the end where jem tells kit that where there is love there is no need for gratitude also has me shook bc we’ve been talking about this a lot in my spanish class, about how so many of us are trained to be complacent and to show gratitude for things that should be a given

Overall, I really enjoyed the book even though some parts bored me and I kinda skimmed through. I’m reading Girls of Paper and Fire now, so we’ll see when I finish that!

#ghosts of the shadow market #gotsm #cassandra clare #readtoroll #read to roll #readathon #booklr

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session 12 & 13 - It’s been a very long day

SESSION 12 - 4/13 📜🔪

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> 🎵 Secrets / Vampyr OST

Picking up again moments later, the group inquire into what exactly the proposition Orin has is. Orin goes on to detail the deal as such, Vorde will lend the group his aid in apprehending the Letterheads in exchange for their help on a later job of his. Apparently he noticed their escape from the palace, thinking them either extremely lucky or skilled considering the circumstances, he became interested in the group and their skills subsequently.

Orin states the job in question is in Vorde’s home city of Antessa and would require the group to travel, hiring them as mercenaries of a sort, before saying he cannot say much else about it for the time being. He also states that the group would be compensated for their cooperation as well. As the group converse Orin then moves to the large hole in the wall of the building and calls out to someone, before a small strangely cute looking bat lands upon Orin’s shoulder.

Orin: “You met him at the ball too right?” he cracks another smile before poking the bat slightly “in person would be great pal”

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The bat transforms in a quick flash of light in front of group into the image of the elven young man the group saw earlier during the ball, Finnian.

Finn: I apologise for the lack of introductions at the ball... I'm Finnian of the Barvotte family in Antessa. i recognise a few of you but we'll have to become acquainted properly this time Rokka: yes I do, hello sir Psalm: I'm Psalm Plum: plum Psalm: i thought you said your name was prune Plum: what Rokka: in rokka's mind: who is plum

Orin: i figured its better to have you out here than sitting in the shadows, makes us look less...nefarious? Psalm: what's nefarious about turning into a bat am i right Finn: He's been fidgeting with his cape for a moment, bringing it up to his face to hide for just a moment. whispering to himself. "i suppose so yeah.” Psalm: not that it's a bad thing 💦 Plum: nice one hahahahaha

Rokka: rokka this entire convo

As the conversation continues Orin tells the group that Vorde will give them all the information he’s currently gathered on the Letterheads in exchange for their cooperation. He also states they’d loan them Finn to their party to help out, Orin stating he is quite skilled in his own right and that it should be a help towards their endeavours. Asked by the group, he then goes on to speak of what they saw him doing earlier, and why Vorde wouldn't come and give them this proposition himself.

Orin: “ I was trying to interrogate that assassin, but after a time he just wouldn’t listen to anything I would say, I had him pinned with my sword however and he was trapped" he huffs

"So I suppose he decided to lean forward and take the stab in the chest voluntarily. I don’t know if it’s a thing with corpses and death and their leader or if he just didn’t want to risk blabbing, but I wasn’t intending to kill the man at least.” He folds his arms in front of him

“a corpse is less useful than a talking man, and I kind of shy away from murking’ strangers”

Finn: "my uncles expertise lies more in gathering information and dealing with it. hes also already wrapped up enough in this." he doesn't have the time to be happy or depressed over Orin beaming by mentioning him.

"i'd appreciate it if you stopped throwing baseless accusations around like this though." a cold aura surrounds him once again.

The group then turn their attention towards the passed out man in the room before them, tied up in ropes across his top and middle section. Orin states he was sent here with Finn to investigate the man and that they found him like this curiously enough. He states he’s going to wake him up to question him but psalm tells him to gag the man first, orin asks if he wants to do it but psalm refuses to get involved. Though as Orin's about to poke him, Psalm decides to quickly gag him anyway beforehand.

Finn: finn is unsure what to think of psalms .. skillful rope tying Psalm: PLOL PLEASE I'M JUST DOIGN MY JOB

Orin wakes the sleeping scruffy man laying half on the floor and he quickly snorts and shoots up, sitting on his knees, eyeballing the group with a dirty look because of the gag in his mouth. He gets up on his legs and stamps around angrily before Finn tells the man they're here to just ask him some questions and to not scream or they’ll be very sad about it. Orin removes the gag and the man states there’s nothing for them to rob if that's what they're after.

Orin asks the man if he knows anything of the Red Letterheads, he quickly reacts with fear and strange laughing stating he’s not letting them nab him again.

Finn: are you the so called foot folk? marvellous. I’ve always wanted to see a peasant with my own eyes!

At their statement that the group is looking for the letterheads the man seems to calm down ever so slightly and tells them what he knows of the group and why.

Sammy: "i was minding my own business as i always do, down there just outside the front this place, weren't many people around.." he stamps his feet "doesn't mean i was asking to get grabbed by weird bastards!! about two weeks ago it was....they knocked me out and before I knew what was going on I was in this horrid looking place, locked up with all these sacks around me” His eyes grow somewhat frantic “all I could hear was footsteps echoing, but every now and again I heard a scream come from all around the walls, I thought I was gone get skinned alive but i was so tired... just kept going in an out of consciousness haha...” his teeth start chattering

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Psalm: so how'd you end up back here? Sammy: “whatever cage they locked me in for the time wasn’t that securely kept together, i was able to pull myself together at one point and I bashed my head on it a few times and it rocked open" he gestures at his head with his knee "I never saw anybody actually the entire time I was there so I booked it as fast as fucking possible” he stamps again

Sammy: “when I found the exit and burst out I found myself running into the middle of the business district in broad daylight” he shakes from side to side his bound shoulders shifting “I was so stunned I just stood there dumb jaw lying open, when I turned round the door behind was completely different to the one id come out of, building even, I thought I was still underground somewhere” his teeth start to chatter

“I made for the sewers as quick as I could, the city up there scares the piss out of me and being covered in blood is a good way to get hauled off by the crooked guards”

The group ask him how he knew who took him to which the old guy states he saw a symbol carved on the wall and recognised it as their moniker. Apparently dwelling down here he’s catches wind of all sorts of unsavoury types and their ilk, though not enough to avoid them apparently. When he describes the symbol the group realises its the same one on the small tokens they grabbed from the assassin's bodies.

Psalm: hey what's your name? Sammy: he stares at you for a moment psalm suspicious "....you tell me yours first...." Psalm: you're not really in the position to be asking for my name now are you? Plum: psalm's his name, i'm plum, that's rokka Psalm: .................................

Plum: why are you tied up Sammy: THIS kind stranger is how I sleep, makes me feel good and secure, who are YA'LL anyway? Coming into my house? Criticising how I get to sleep at night huh? Psalm: * under breath * "no wonder you got kidnapped" Plum: ..............................alright Finn: kinky Plum: how do you get untied...

Plum: turning to orin "weren't y'all the one on a job to ask this guy questions" Orin: he looks down at you "but you guys seemed to be having such a fun time of it" Finn: finn flashes a polite smile "you're doing a good job!" Finn & Orin: ^_^

The group then question the man as to why he was yelling about the letterheads a week back to which Sammy responds to with utter confusion, he doesn't remember doing that. The group stare at each other confusedly before stating a few theories, Plum bringing up maybe this guy has a doppelganger too or if they controlled him somehow while he was in their care

Orin seemingly satisfied with the questioning then makes to leave with the information Sammy’s told them. Plum throws a random pillow on the ground at Orin but he dodges it and it instead goes sailing out of the giant hole in the wall. Orin goes to reassure Sammy before leaving that they’ll take care of the Letterheads, somewhat awkwardly, before telling the group to think on Vorde’s proposition and meet them on the other end of the cavern in three hours should they agree to work with them. Finn and Orin then hop out of the hole in the wall, disappearing from view, leaving the group and a confused Sammy in their wake.

As the four consider what to do afterwards they hear a knock at empty door frame to the room and a man they’ve never met before poke his head inside.

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Meanwhile a small time before the group question Sammy the other half of the group make their way back to Renny’s and subsequently over towards the East Dive. Once they arrive they seemingly spot Plum staring up at the derelict looking building and come over to speak to them.

Han: i walk over like “HEY LIL SIR” smack them on the back Plum: they jump somewhat and whip around but let out a “oh it’s all of you” while raising a brow and looking around. Han: yea i mean. you guys told us to come here, so whats up what did you guys find Plum: uh...nothing yet the others are…around, we got separated I don’t know where they ran off too… Keva: wait. what were you doing at the night of the ball? Plum: they stare at you for a moment "i was with all of you?" Han: ah.

The group seem to suss out this isn’t their plum and Han and Keva quickly move to act, Han quickly trying to grapple them but this plum seems to be able to snake their way out of their grasp quite quickly

Plum: what the hell ?? Han: just giving u a hug bro Plum: a very aggressive hug

Han falls to the floor failing to tackle them, quickly after Keva strikes them with her dagger, hitting and cutting them, though strangely she doesn't see any wound appear on plum’s visage despite their cry of pain.

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> 🎵 Let Go of Fear / Howard Harper-Barnes

Quickly after Plum runs off into the building the group give chase, albeit the other three a little confusedly at the sudden bolting. They make their way running through the definitely-not-safely-traversable building chasing after where they spot the fake plum skittering away. Eventually they come across a long haphazard beam between corridors on the second floor. Cimmorro and Vinny quickly make their ways across though Keva has a bit of trouble, Han and Cole stumble falling off completely back onto the ground floor, landing atop a pillow groaning in pain.

Vinny and Cimmorro are close but arent sure which path in front of them the fake plum ran down

Cimmorro: vinny please your huge BRAIN needs to work here Vinny: "UH IM NOT SURE WHAT WERE EVEN DOING" he looks about confused "should we just pick at random?"

Cimmorro: bro u got any magic to track stowaways or sumn Vinny: “uhh" he thinks for a moment while you two are running "no but i can make us float?" Cimmorro: ??????? i don't think we need that right now... do we??? Vinny: probably not but i mean its there if we need it??

Keva heads up a floor higher once she’s crossed the beam, sighting plum at the far end running into a room and slamming a door behind them, she gives chase hopping over a large hole in the ground. Underneath on the floor below, Cimmorro and Vinny see her leap over their heads. Cimmorro shouts at Vinny to use his spells now frantically climbing and grabbing him to which he quickly complies, hurtling them a floor up and landing them at Keva’s feet in a heap. In the meantime Cole and Han make their way quickly back up the flights of stairs.

Cole: han you pull u and cole's asses off the ground and round to head back into the building, she tries to cheer you up a little on the way Cimmorro: plz tell me cole pats hans bum :/ Han: ye she does

Cimmorro: HGJFKHG climbs on top of vinny like a cat and screeches Rokka: i imagined vinny t posing while floating and cimms just clinging onto his back Cimmorro: JGKHSBXC<BX<MCBN<B

Keva manages to get the door open but finds herself looking out into an empty derelict room, large holes in the rickety wooden walls, the fake plum seemingly nowhere to be found. Keva huffs and informs Han, the two then head back to the ground floor and try and angrily search about for them while the other three watch them from up in the empty room tired from all the running.

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> 🎵 Darkening Developments / Kevin Macleod

Cutting back to the other group for the moment, the new man who’s entered the room appears to be a tall drow, wearing a hood and an eyepatch. He remarks that he didn’t know Sammy had friends over to which Sammy then complains about him being 6 hours late for something.

Before the two can can discuss whatever it is though Plum quickly tells Sammy that they want to check him first before they go, to see if he has any weird symbols put on him by the letterheads. Sammy is suspicious at first but seemingly relents after Plum tells him of the weird symbol they saw on a corpse before. In the meantime Psalm speaks with the drow, who introduces himself now as Nickel, apparently a friend of Sammy’s.

Rokka: waves Nickel: he waves back at you rokka Rokka: WOW SOMEONE FINALLY WAVES BACK

Ezra from the corner of the room he’s been situated has been giving the drow a stare since he’s walked in, to which Nickel comments on, Psalm also inquires into the look.

Ezra: "I've seen you before, just making sure where from.." he pauses before walking up to stand next to you psalm "you wouldn't happen to run with a group called the blue hoods" he cocks a brow Nickel: he laughs and raises a brow "the dark blues actually, got a little confused there pal?" and he smiles Ezra: ezra's eye narrows "right..." he looks back at where plum is poking sammy "strange for you to show up in a place like this is all i think"

Ezra informs Psalm that the dark blues are a group of underground traders who deal in all sorts of items across this city though he finds it strange that sammy would be a customer.

Psalm: you wouldn't happen to have any connections in the west would you Nickel: he raises a brow "why ya asking?" Psalm: just some insurance i guess, call it paranoia if you want, but your uniform looks too similar to someone i know Nickel: he raises a brow "haha got plenty of enemies do you, always good to be prepared huh" Psalm: i wouldn't say plenty :psalmface:

Psalm: if any, let's say shady organisations from the west come asking though just pretend i wasn't here Nickel: nickel looks at you and shrugs "if i have a reason too sure, maybe if you buy something off me later" and he laughs Psalm: you'll be the first person i come to if i need anything then Nickel: oh too kind sir

As the conversation ebbs on Plum finally finds an old looking brand on Sammy’s back and informs the others, calling them over to look. As they inform the two strangers and tell them he ought get the brand checked out, Psalm looks out the large hole in the wall of the building, and in the darkness spots Han and Keva grumpily searching around.

He calls out to the two of them beckoning them to come upwards. They make their way back inside swinging by the other three and heading up 7 flights of rickety stairs, meeting back up.

Rokka: BROOOOOOOOO Han: BROOOOOOOOOOOOO Keva: wait have we done the password HAN

Keva immediately asks the secret question while holding her dagger but the other group heckle her over saying it first thing, she quickly gets fed up from this and the plum debacle earlier and stalks out to wait in the hallway fuming slightly.

Psalm: oh look what you did plum you upset her Cimmorro: i love drama!

Vinny: vinny looks at keva leave the room before looking at you plum "....whats your favourite colour" Plum: pink? Vinny: he nods "real!"

Han quietly informs them they just ran into plum’s doppelganger hence her apprehension. The group then turn and ask who the two strangers are to which the other group explain a tip on the letterheads led them here, they also tell of Orin’s appearance, Keva listens intently from outside the doorframe on that. The group inform them of the proposition they were given before telling sammy he should be good probably if he doesn't die so be sure to not do that. Sammy grumbles with his head in his hands.

Before the group scuttle off Han quickly asks Nickel what exact services he provides as she’s heard of the dark blues before in passing.

Nickel: “underground trading yes, we provide typically illegal wares that we smuggle into the city here" he smiles "illicit herbs, concoctions, materials, weapons, armour, all sorts of things, we take on requests too should our customers desire something specific" he clasps his hands in front of him "should you find yourself in need of our lovely groups' services you can find us down near the docks, our inventory changes quite a bit" he smirks happily

Satisfied the group then quickly take their leave of the place, heading back to Renny’s where they can safely discuss their next plan of attack.

SESSION 13 - 4/14 🦇✨

After arriving at Renny’s the group begin discussing the various things they learned while separated as well as what transpired right before they met up with one another, Keva keeping quiet for most of it.

Han: right so. outside that building we saw a copy of plum, keva kinda saved our ass by remembering the code so props to her Psalm: for safety's sake we should change it next time, but yes good job keva Han: like its obviously going to sound awkward but that’s the whole point, we just need to hear the actual words

Plum: so where’d my doppelganger go? guessing they ran off Han: yea we lost sight of them Plum: wow sure hope they aren't robbing a fucking bank right now! Han: they already killed a person as you Plum: why do you guys take me so seriously for crissakes Rokka: u look serious plum Plum: fair, that’s just my face Cole: its the furrowed brows Han: its a very serious face

Han: wait why are you calling them plum Psalm: plum is their name? Han: no its prune? Plum: what, no it's my name, prune is my sister's name Rokka: YOU.................LIED? Han: ............did you lie to us about ur damn name? and it wasn't even that good of a lie? Plum: did i.................. Psalm: you lied and you don't even remember amazing

The surface group detail the things they heard above ground, and who the guard are apparently looking for. They also mention gossip they heard about this maybe being a coup or assassin's sent by Talornia as well as the victims of the attack. Upon hearing of SIlversoul, Rokka’s mood visibly dampens and he sulks somewhat in a corner of the room.

Psalm then brings up something he thought against telling Han in the room in the East Dive at the time, that they came across Rickert while looking for information in the cove earlier. Though Han doesn't seem to take much interest.

Psalm: i just thought you'd be interested in the bounty is all Plum: oh were you not interested in ripping him in half? guess we read you wrong Han: no i. [sighs rly deeply] ye listen that was. an embarrassing moment of weakness going all crazy, i dont ... like doing it and i dont want to be like that.... new page and all that. i took a nap, meditated, calm down. thought about my bad decisions. s'all good now Plum: oh so that’s not your usual mood? glad to hear it Psalm: no need to be embarrassed Plum: nothing speaks new page than probably having to change our identities now that were wanted am i right Han: LAUGHS WEAKLY

The two then heckle Psalm for clearly being on the lookout for something or someone to which he replies he was just kidding about actually having to change his identity before this.

Han: you do give off a vibe of wanting to disappear Psalm: i just try to leave as little of a footprint as possible Han: yea that sounds like somebody who is on the run Psalm: yes well can't help what it sounds like can i

Psalm: that's why you shouldn't go giving out my name to strangers plum 🙂 Plum: sorry i didn’t know you had some kind of hitman after you 🙂 no seriously sorry, we weren’t getting anywhere Psalm: *visibly agitated* i suppose it was the only way

Plum then asks Han about whether or not they got the stuff they asked for from their room, to which Han replies they did, handing it over easily enough. Psalm asks what plum’s big pink potion actually is, they tell the group that its a medicine for themselves.

Plum: if i don’t drink it then i get this awful pain in my stomach, every now and again, but how it actually helps i don’t know, well that’s just one of the symptoms. As you would imagine i haven’t tested out not drinking it. Psalm: oh, that's more serious than i was expecting Han: han just looks at you like ????????? Plum: also would i carry around a bottle this large for a trivial reason

Han: i like u plum, u helped me up in the basement n stuff :( Plum: also i like you more han now that i know you're not actually as bloodthirsty the day we met Han: aw thanks Psalm: when you're not pinning people against walls that is Han: u deserve that one Plum: yeah Psalm: well Han: i dont know if you think the rest are stupid but its pretty obvious when you start talking in whatever language to someone its more than a little creepy Psalm: if you ask nicely i'll explain what that's all about some other time maybe

As the group continue conversing with one another, Vinny who has been seemingly studying his spellbook for a time next to Cimmorro, seems to pipe up about something and turns to him.

Vinny: he eyes the book before suddenly turning right at you “sir cimmorro!” Cimmorro: cimm tilts his head slightly towards vinny going "yes????? hello?" Vinny: he leans in towards you a little, his eyes intent “remember ah…during the ball when you asked my compatriots about an affliction you had, how we said it seemed to sound like a curse or sorts?” Cimmorro: yeah i remember... what about it? Vinny: he pauses "after your kindness so far i feel very grateful and uh" he taps his spellbook briefly “and well, im not sure if it would work at all but I do have a spell that can remove curses, smaller ones, and yours well, it does sound a touch more serious than that! but I figured we could try it out? See if itll work- I figure why not!” Cimmorro: cimm's face beams and also falls kinda nervously as vinny shares his ideas with him and kinda darts his eyes around "like, you mean, now? try it here??"

Vinny continues to happily detail the process, though cimmorro seemingly doesnt jump at the chance to be cured, instead asking if he could teach it to him somehow, though Vinny replies that he doesnt think it'd be possibe for him to learn at the moment. Cimmorro then reveals that its a friend of his who's cursed and not him dejectley.

Vinny: he tilts his head "ohhh, i see...well good to know you dont have such an affliction at the very least!" and he pats your shoulder jovially "would you mind if i asked who for?" Cimmorro: "friend back home." he said hesitantly "so it's pretty important... though if you say you're not even sure if it works, then it would be a waste of time to go back there and head out again in case it fails, ye?? which is why i'm trying to 'collect' them..." leaning closer to vinny "i might just have to drag you back with me at some point : )" Vinny: he nods through your explanation "my heart goes out to your friend then, id imagine it'd be worse for someone without your uh....scaly constitution" as you say that last sentence he gives a loud laugh "well depending on how this ends up we might need to leave shorewater soon anyhow, i'd be a willing enough kidnapping victim at this point" a smile "ill try and keep this in mind then for you" Cimmorro: "ah well," cimm visibly relaxes before continuing "i'm relieved i'm getting somewhere with these at least... and you certainly owe me big time!" chimed in a jokingly tone and sticks his tongue out at the end "oh don't worry, i'll be sure to tell your wife before taking you away" he laughs a little Vinny: he laughs as well until you say the wife bit and pouts "i told you she's not my wife! augh i would never dream of courting such an uppity woman" a beat passes before he groans and points at you "if you ever meet her you better not say it to her face, most of the upper accord already think of me an idiot i dont need people to give them ammunition" Cimmorro: "an idiot huh.... is that why someone's out to kill you"

Their conversation ebbs on to discuss if Vinny has any theorie's as to why he was targetted, though Vinny states he assumes it was someone trying to get back at the Accord or something along those lines. He doesn't have much fondness for the group.

Vinny: he tilts his head at your last comment "....am i really that dim...." Cimmorro: cimm just smiles but in like. an 'are u for real' way before saying "though it still could be them trying to kill you because you DO want to leave?" he shrugs "in any case, i dunno what kinda shit you get yourself into but this is whack.... maybe you really are that stupid damnnn" he looks at vinny and shakes his head Vinny: he sighs "augh getting into this situation somehow maybe i am that stupid, though if Berryl was trying to kill me i think id brain the man the next time i saw him for being so roundabout with it, why bother with blackmail at this point" he huffs another louder sigh before turning his head back towards you "it is whack" Cimmorro: i just imagined him saying "it is whack" like he's one of those middle aged people who's trying to get in with the youthful lingo "it is, indeed, what the kids call, Whack™"

Cimmorro: cimm pats his back in attempt to cheer him up "on the bright side, being stupid doesn't necessarily make you a bad guy though. so you're okay in my book... from what i've seen at least." he flashes a big grin "though i do have to request you to tone down the idiocy a bit. don't want you dying since now i need you too, yea?" he nudges vinny with his elbow Vinny: he gives a laugh at cimms big smile "thank you its appreciated, and the same for yourself sir!" before giving you an incredulous look, smirking after the nudge "i'll do my best to stay alive then, though i think you're just poking fun at me now on purpose"

They continue on before cimmorro broaches one more question, to ask Vinny if he knows of any Jasidian high priests to which Vinny responds that he doesnt, as there arent many worshippers in the city outside travellers. Though there was a group of them who came through the city a year ago which caused a bit of gossip. Locals wondered aloud why they were there as they always do with the rest of the roving population, a few rumours including: them looking for some strange artifact, speaking to the church of Heiron, or raising the dead. They left within the week as well, upon hearing this information Cimmorro seems to deflate while Vinny tries to cheer him up.

As the conversation ebbs on eventually the group discuss what they’re going to do about the proposition Vorde has given them all. The decide they ultimately dont have any better options for the moment, though Han states she trusts Vorde as far as she can throw him.

Cole: as you say that han cole stares intently at your arms Han: THE IMAGE OF HAN THROWING VORDE PHYSICALLY IS RLY GOOD

Han brings up that she’ll look out for the group and that they should be able to rely on each other in turn since they cant really trust Vorde. Everyone else agrees to try and keep each other alive to the best of their abilities and to not backstab one another in the future, and that they dont have any real reason too either.

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> 🎵 Darkening Developments / Kevin Macleod

Partway through their conversation however, Vinny seems to spring to attention looking about frantically before putting a finger to his lips to shush the group. He hops up from his spot in the room and quickly scuttles out into the hallway, pressing himself against the farthest wall while keeping the group in his eyesight through the doorway.

As the group all spring to attention wondering what on earth is going on, across the hall he seems to be gesturing to them to stay where they are while mouthing a word. Keva reads his lips as the word scry and says it outloud, though not knowing what it means, Plum picks up on it and its meaning and informs the group.

Realising Vinny is probably being scryed on, the group decide they should probably leave and ask Vinny if they should, who anxiously coughs once for yes. Ezra suggests he and Cole stay behind so he isn’t alone and the group agree and quickly make their escape from the Inn.

Ezra: ezra sighs "we know where you will all be for a time...if we can regroup we'll head over" Han: i just. do a salute cole waves at you all, vinny kinda does a shrugging motion at the suggestion of heading back to shorewater, ezra gives you all a nod

The group make their quick escape, heading over to the designated meeting point Orin gave them on the other side of town. They make quick enough pace however on the way over Rokka feels eyes on him for a moments time before they dissapear, unnerving him. Psalm asks Rokka what's wrong after he crowds behind him, to which he apologises and responds he felt he was being watched for a moment.

Plum: yo weren't we supposed to be careful of lupine traders Psalm: oh for fucks sake.

The group decide to disguise Rokka for the time being, ducking into a small alley with Han giving him her Ring of Self Alteration. Rokka changes his form to that of a human man, with similarly coloured hair and no shirt (though he does have a cloak on)

Rokka: everyone w/ rokka

you are all stunned by this sexy man Han: have to wait a round to unstun Keva: i am uncomfortable with this feeling Rokka: how do I look? Han: great bro

The group quickly make their way to the meeting point, spotting Orin, Vorde and Finn standing at the end of a deserted street, Orin holding a lamp to provide light. The group slowly make their approach taking sight of the men before them and their surroundings as they do.

As you come closer they all turn to face you as they spot you. Vorde eyes you all with a cool gaze, Orin giving a small smile directed towards you first Keva before eyeing the rest of the group. Finn gives you all a small nod of acknowledgement Vorde finally speaks up

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Vorde: “And so we meet once more, intrepid party-goers” he brings a hand up to his chest “an honour ”

Vorde says they must have questions before they strike their deal and to ask them now as they wish. He specifies he was tasked by his family to take out the Red Letterheads which he says hes loathe to do but he also states that it seems to be in his best interest to do so for the moment. He does not speak much more about the job in Antessa outside what Orin has told the group, though he states the fact that it will not be a short job. He states he needs their cooperation before he can tell them anything else about it.

As the conversation progresses Han inquires into Orin’s supposed ‘death’ to which Keva immediately bristles towards.

Psalm:

The group dissolves into an argument about questioning their employers to their faces or the point of it, Keva particularly upset that Han is seemingly is prying into her old friend’s and her own business. Though Han simply seems to want an answer about whether or not the men across from her are undead are not, not caring about any of the other details of it

Finn: finn slowly tears his gaze away from vorde, dread overcoming him ever so slightly. he looks distressed. he eyes the group. "im undead yes. some of you have already seen me .. transform. are you satisfied now?"

Orin: He looks at you for a moment before getting what your implying "oh!" he pauses "not me"

Satisfied with these answers Han backs off ready to go through with the deal and the rest of the group frustratedly sigh to themselves. With that the group agree to cooperate much to Vorde’s peace of mind. He pulls a blank paper out from a case hanging on his side and a quill, asking each of them to sign their names on what he calls a contract. Each of the party make their way up and sign their names one after another.

Rokka: i grab the quill and write my name first with a smiley Psalm: i'll sign my name next might as well Plum: i also go write mine Keva: after i hold the quill awkwardly and just do a squiggle > cimmorro.txt also writes his Han: i write "Han." still grimacing

with a flourish as you complete each of your signatures the ink glows a slight purple before settling back to black. Satisfied Vorde pockets the parchment placing it back within the small wooden case

As Psalm eyes the procedure he recognises it from things hes seen before, the contract seems to be a modified alarm spell, altering Vorde that should the gang stray from its terms he would be immediately be notified.

Satisfied Vorde restates the terms of their cooperation, he shall give them the information he has on the letterheads and once they have been dealt with, they shall accompany him to Antessa and do as he asks, with compensation. Vorde then moves to detail the group with what he has discovered about the Letterheads so far, stating:

🔶 Firstly their leader goes by the name Theyord but it seems it was previously ‘Ansam’ and though there were only 6 assassins at the ball, he has a number of others working under him at his base of operations. He also has reason to believe that the recent sets of missing’s persons in the withered bone can be attributed to the group. He’s still looking into Ansam’s background for the moment.

🔶 Theyord seems to desire bodies, corpses, for some sort of purpose, at the very least he is strictly opposed to established groups of power in Shorewater. Vorde also seems to be currently working under the assumption that he has made a deal with a devil of some sort to attain some kind of powers of necromancy or reanimation.

🔶 Vorde continues to detail through a long serious of spying sessions and bribery that they’ve ascertained that their base of operations is somewhere deep in the withered bone or its caverns, the changing building was the tip off, its somewhere on the far edge of the watery cove along the water, deep in one of the tunnels.

🔶 It is guarded by an enchantment of some sort that allows its position to warp, though there has to be a way for his assassins to find it to report to their boss correct? Vorde then moves to pull out a small token from his pocket, the same one you all nabbed from on top of one of the bodes, the symbol of the Letterheads.

🔶 Vorde thinks that carrying this will reveal the entrance where a simple wall or dead end would appear to the average passer-by. A plan he figures will work is to get a boat and row by the edges of the outer tunnels until they notice something.

After this Vorde seemingly satisfied turns to make his exit with Orin, leaving Finn in the groups care. Before he can though Han and Psalm bring up that there’s some things they want to tell Vorde that they’ve seen in the time they’ve been running about by themselves. They describe the ordeal they experienced with the corpse coming back to life and speaking to them, Orin ponders why they dragged a corpse back to their room as Vorde listens.

In the meantime Plum begins questioning Finn bout his undead status and what exactly it entails, as the conversation ebbs on Psalm also hears Ghester pipe up in the back of his head. He briefly splits off down the end of the street to speak to him as the others talk. Watching the group split up into separate conversations for the moment Keva walks up to Orin and drags him down the street where the others can still see them, but not hear what they're saying

Plum: you said you're undead, wtf does that mean Finn: he breaks eye contract briefly, sorrow written over his face but he tries to keep it Not Personal. "im a vampire." Plum:oh izzat so? that means that our new boss is one too? Finn: my uncle is not undead, no Plum: huh... could’ve fooled me Finn: really? i guess we do share the same aesthetic. Plum: yeah he definitely looks like one, though im no expert considering i didn't know they actually existed til just now Finn: "ah...yeah we aren’t exactly common i guess." hes frowning a bit. "but i assure you my powers will be of good use to you sir plum” Plum: oh im not worried about anything like that? i just dont know much about them, are you gonna be alright walking around in the sun and all that shit. also just plum Finn: im sensitive to sun light and i wont be able to travel with you during day time. im not sure how we should go about that yet Plum: even while you're a bat? Finn: yeah, even as a bat. when ive been with my uncle closed carts have proven to help with it. i need to be shielded properly from the sun.. then it should be okay

Ghester: “I feel I should note this since it feels applicable but that the brown one… I feel an almost similar presence to that of your own” a beat “though the purple one….im trying to place his ilk exactly Psalm: the purple one being finn? he's a vampire right? Ghester: “yes! vampire thats what he is" and a chuckle “I haven’t seen a being like this in millennia, you do well to entertain Psalm, all sorts of kinds of people to befriend” Psalm: haha because that's absolutely what i want from all of this, back to 'the brown one. You're saying he was on the brink of death and some god swooped in and saved him? so what is he warlock? Ghester: you hear a humming noise psalm "perhaps, if he isnt undead, i feel something on him, reminds me of myself, but not exactly" he pauses "curious" Psalm: vague as ever Ghester: you hear a laugh "im old theres quite alot for me to remember sometimes" he pauses "youll see when you're older” Psalm: so you're saying your memory's gone bad because you're old ? some excuse. I guess i'll keep an eye out though. in secret so keva doesn't kill me anyways.

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> 🎵 Reminiscing ~ At Ambition's End / DGS2 OST

Psalm moves to rejoin the group after his conversation with Ghester, sidling up to Plum and Finn’s conversation while Keva and Orin have their conversation with one another out of earshot.

Keva: i eye orin carefully "are you okay? are you hurt anywhere" Orin: as you speak to orin he smiles "im fine but i can see why youd be worried hah" as you observe him this close you can clearly see now some old scars on his face he did not have before Keva: I GET ANGRY AGAIN AND SLAP HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD [Orin yelling OW here] i'm hissing "are you- are you fucking- do you even know- do you have any idea what you put me thru and THAT'S what you have to say to me oooooohhhh my fucking gods you're lucky there are other people here or i'd beat your face in so hard it would come out your ASS" also i hit him a couple more times while i say that Orin: he puts his hands up to brace against your hits but regretfully, but he seems to understand "i did look for you yknow! but when you were nowhere in the city..." he sighs "i was little glad for it though, meant those thugs wouldnt find ya"

Psalm: psalm like hmm maybe i'll keep what i just learned to myself while watching this don't want keva to brain me

Keva: i'm breathing harder while talking "so what the fuck did you get yourself into now? GODS i thought you were fucking dead i thought i was- and i wouldn't even be able to bury you and-" keva tryin not to tear up Orin: He looks sadly at you as you say that "im sorry" he glances back over at vorde "boss vorde over there helped me out when i was running about the city, when i uh...well..." he thinks "to cut it short i dont have memory of what happened to me after you left...when i came too i could well" and he thinks "i could use magic? is how i would put it Keva: i look at him confused "what do you mean you could use magic? what happened?" Orin: "i was also confused! i also didnt know how to use it at all" he pauses "it was kind of scary, few days later boss vorde over there found me in the city, he offered to help me figure out how to get a grasp on what was going on, he hired me to work for him too" he starts to smile, very sincere Keva: i rub my eyes partially to wipe tears but also bc i'm trying to piece things together [he puts a hand on your shoulder reassuringly] "okay so, you permanently work for him now" i say with my hands still on my face Orin: "i mean, for the moment" he thinks "i was a bit suspicious as well at first, he does alot of uh..spying and such" a beat "but i dont have much of an issue with what he does, and he keeps me informed and most of the time he seems to be investigating real bastards too." he huffs "feels like get to enact a little good sometimes" he turns back to Keva "half of why i joined him too is because he seems to travel alot" and he pauses "well i figured maybe id come across you too eventually" a smile Keva: i eye him for a bit considering how happy he seems with his new situation Orin: he eyes you back keva "at any rate...glad your alright" he pauses "and were coworkers now" he laughs a little Keva: i eye him a bit longer while thinking before sighing with acceptance and as i do so i let my head fall forward until my forehead hits his chest Orin: he envelops you into a big bear hug Keva: my voice muffled in his shirt "i can't believe you're goin to leave me with these chodes again"

Orin: he laughs "they seem...interesting?" a pause "its always good to meet new people" he ruffles your hair Keva: i hold on a little longer before letting go "i think we have to go" i eye his scars and gently touch one of them "don't do anything stupid again" Orin: he smiles at you keva "ive been in safe hands so far, same to you" he looks back at vorde before giving you a noogie and walking back over to Vordes side Keva: i "rrrrrr" a little at the noogie and i join the others too

As the two reconcile, Psalm, Plum and Finn try and come up with ways they could carry Finn around or allow him to travel with them during the day, brainstorming with one another, eventually they call over Rokka for his input on the topic. In the meantime Han continues detailing information to Vorde that seems pertinent.

Han: we know one mans been branded but he seems alive and well, albeit a fucking weirdo Vorde: "i see, the man i sent orin and finn after then" he pauses "guess he failed to look that closely" and he kind of sighs in a very subdued way "i wouldn't worry if he's alive but...it is good to know in any case, ill keep him in mind" Han: we also know the red letterheads are definitely still using our faces to get around. at least plums for certain. Vorde: i assumed they would, why drop your faces now that your wanted fugitives. If people recognise them they can drop it easily enough in the moment

Han: "actually, we nabbed one of the assassins from the ball... most info are things you already said just connected better, but they also mentioned theyord speaks to his "disciples" in their minds, if that helps any." han looks away awkwardly "both of those people are dead now." Han: "another thing of matter... you know we left with one of the victims. vildristin. he is a store keep up in shorewater and also a member of the berryl accord. i dont know the exact things the berryl accord does but i cant imagine they are going to make things easier. we believe they were scrying on him when we left him." Vorde: he taps a finger on his crossed arms "i know of the man yes, he seems powerful if a little simple" he ponders your statement "I caught wind a wizard of theirs arrived earlier in the day, i suppose shes already gotten to work" he thinks "you knew he was being scryed on? how"

Keva: vinny sneezes from the hallway Psalm: the one scrying on him "bless u"

Vorde: vorde seems to furrow his brow slightly "people who are being scryed on typically do not know that they are, hence why it is such a powerful spelll" a beat "this Vildristin is curious indeed" Han: just keep an eye out on him, for your and our sakes Vorde: he considers that for a moment with his cold gaze "kind of you. If you know where he is, it would be possible for me to keep tabs on him for periods at a time at least" Han: "currently he is holed up in [rennys inn] with some friends, otherwise his shop is on [street name goes here]"

Han: and han would like to whisper "im not here to start a fight, but i want to make my position clear. i dont trust you, and you have done very little to make me trust you back. however... it would be silly to think that you trust us any more then we trust you. and... if not now, then later, i would insist on telling me where your loyalties lie." Vorde: he eyes you as you go his expression of distaste not shifting in the slight "I would find you stupid and blind if you trusted me at this point in time and vice versa, i feel that was quite evident from our earlier conversation" he eyes you cooly "If you want to build a rapport than i suggest you do not approach people you are negotiating with with such denseness" Han: "i have no interest in playing pretend or making nice here, so i thought i would state the obvious" and smiles mockingly sweet Vorde: he continues to eye you his face going neutral once more "apologies for assuming you would require dignity then madam" he turns, ending the conversation

As this happens Finn briefly plays around with transforming and turning into a bat, hiding underneath Psalm’s cloak as the others watch.

Finn: psalm, rokka and plum are briefly flashed by a light. before them a little bat is flapping around. he swiftly takes to flying under psalms cape, hanging himself upside down, around where psalms back is.

Finn: okay im squeaking then,....positively? its comfy, after a few minutes of comfyness i emerge again...... the flash blinds everyone again for a moment and im back to normal! zalgo! "i think that could work.. thank you for the offer psalm." Psalm: alright, glad i could help for now Ghester: finn for a moment you also hear a voice suddenly pipe up in your head "good to meet you " and laugh before it fades away Finn: i look around to look for the voice. "???" visibly written on my face. Psalm: :psalmface: something the matter? Finn: "nothing at all.." he doesn't know wtf that was but better not to look senile rn. "did you hear anything or was that just me?" Psalm: no. maybe it was just the wind?

Pondering what just transpired Finn turns and notices Vorde making to leave, he moves to give him and Orin a quick wave. Vorde states he’ll be leaving Finn in the groups care before giving Finn a small bow back, turning and heading down the opposite end of the street. Orin gives both Finn and Keva a quick wave and follows him, the two eventually disappear from sight.

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> 🦇 Finn joined your party!

The group discuss what to do next, deciding they’re in need of some supplies, making to head towards the docks where Nickel had pointed out his base of operations was earlier. Rokka laments his form as a human for the moment which Finn reacts supremely confused towards hearing until the party fill him in on the whole Lupin thing. As the group make their way down Psalm also sidles up to converse with Keva about the things he gleaned from Ghester about Orin.

Psalm: keva can i talk to you for a second Keva: no Psalm: your decision, it's about your friend but if you would rather not speak to me i understand. forget i said anything then Keva: i give a tired "what" Psalm: oh so you're interested? Keva: i can change my mind if you don't get on with it

Psalm details that he may have made a pact with a being of some sort, and that his situation sounds a little similar to something he’s heard of before. He implies it’d be a good idea to keep an eye on him anyway since this is mostly conjecture.

Psalm: it's not like i know why he isn't dead for real

Keva: yyyeeaaahh okay Psalm: good! great talk!

The group all eventually make their way to the docks and sus out where Nickel’s base of operations is. As they peer about they watch alot of people around here come and go moving items off of boats and ships lit up by lantern lights. They all quickly come across a wooden building half covered by a large grey cloth tent, people wearing similar outfits to Nickel coming and going periodically.

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> 🎵 Town / Diablo OST

The group head inside and find him in a cluttered looking space, things hanging from the ceiling of the tent and crates abound, Nickel himself behind a busy desk before he looks up and warmly regards the group before him.

Psalm: i did say you'd be the first person i'd come to if i was ever in need Plum: sammy good? not dead yet? hahaha Nickel: he eyeballs you psalm and laughs "always love a faithful customer" he looks over at you plum "doing well, not come back as a corpse as far as i know?"

The group ask about for items they desire and things of interest, Psalm subtly eyeballs the inside of the storefront seeing if he can spot any Lupin claws as well (he doesn't) though Nickel does eyeball Rokka in his human form for a moment. After finishing up their shopping spree and lamenting how poor they all are, Nickel gives them a warm farewell, thanking them for their patronage and the group exit. Finding themselves once again back in the empty cavern of the Withered Bone, the group ponder what to do next, the weariness of the day finally starting to fill their bodies. The late evening has finally come, though down here it's hard to tell when the day ends...

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Notes

🗡 Keva bought a new set of「 Thieves Tools✨ 」for 25gp

🐺 Rokka bought a shirt for 5gp

🍺 Plum bought a new set of clothes for 10gp and a「 Woundbind Poultice ✨ 」for 50gp

🦇 Finn bought a thick cloak for 8gp

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👛Nickel’s noted wares

Amulet of Non-Detection - 750gp Hat of Disguise - 800gp

Potion of Healing - 50gp Potion of Greater Healing - 150gp Demondrug - 50gp Potion of Sleep - 50gp Potion of Darkvision - 75gp Potion of Euphoria - 60gp Potion of Disguise - 120gp

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WHOA BLACK CLOVER HAS AN ANIME NOW I GOTTA GO WATCH IT

Well, only the first episode for now but yeah!!! I can’t wait for my favs to show up aaahhhhhh!!!!!!

Anon said:Omg, Kirishima, please teach me how to put on eyeliner, your eyeliner game is on point! (Seriously, tho, I love how you draw their eyes and how you draw Kiri in general. He seems so soft. Damn, Bakugou, I'm jealous that you can cuddle him)

THANK YOU!!!! And Kiri has really really pretty lashes in the manga too, doesn’t he? Bakugou too! They have seriously pretty eyes I spend a lot of time trying to get that right when drawing haha still not as good at Horikoshi tho after all, but what can we do~

Anon said:Every time I get a notification you posted something I get extremely happy! That's what your drawings did to me. How can one be so talented.

SOB thank you so much!! You being happy makes me happy so it’s happiness all around!!! What a good!!!

Anon said:Heey!! So I've been wondering... if Aizawa used his quirk on Hagakure would she become visible?? (Btw love your art)

Oh my what a question, I was actually talking about this not too long ago with a friend! And the conclusion ended up being that if her invisibility is a permanent mutation he can’t, but if she can turn it off at will then probably he can too! Right now we still don’t know how exactly Tooru’s quirk tho, so we can’t be sure which is the truth! (I like to think she can turn visible if she wants, but that’s just an headcanon with very little basis haha)

Anon said:Your erasermic art has blessed me 4ever thank u

NAH thank you for liking it and letting me know, man!!!

Anon said:I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIP ERASERMIC OH MY GOD but seriously you're one of my favourite artists and the fact you like pretty much all the same things as I do is so amazing to me and it makes me so happy because I know that you may draw more of it in the future and I'll get to see more beautiful art if that makes sense lmao thanks for creating stuff 👌👌

Hahahaha yeah it’s one of my top ships in the fandom! Also the only one I read fics for aside from krbk I love them A LOT (and it’s all thanks to my sister who directed my attention towards them a long time ago now, thank you sis) so yeah I’ll definitely draw more of them in the future!!!! And thank you so much for liking my stuff!!!!!

Anon said:Hi! I just want to say I love your headcanon of Aizawa becoming a mentor/role model to Bakugou! Thank you for introducing me to that idea!

YOU’RE MOST WELCOME I’m just a huge huge huge fan of the Aizawa&Bakugou interactions and how much Aizawa cares for him and how much Bakugou respects and trusts him in return, so!!! I’m mostly just pushing on that canon stuff hahaha

Anon said:HORY SHEET BOYO THAT ERASERMIC SHIT IS GOOD SHIT

THANK YOU FRIEND!!!

Anon said:i came to love erasermic thru kiribaku tbh. like i saw erasermic fic in the kiribaku tag on ao3 and i read it for the bg kiribaku (kirishima was such a good boi in that fic ngl) and i was like hey erasermic isnt bad. then i saw your art of them comparing them and i was like hey this is good shit 😁👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 keep it up pal

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll t r y !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :O

Anon said:Do you think Kyoka and Katsuki could get along? Over their like for punkrock maybe, and their gayness. Kinda like Todoroki and Momo's talks about their tiny crushes.

WHY YES ANON I think they could be the bestest of pals, I’ve actually drawn them together now and again cause I like the idea of them being friends so much - a list of some of the things Bakugou and Jirou do together:

make fun of Kaminari (Kaminari feels attacked and liked it better when Jirou was convinced she didn’t like Bakugou)

share music recs and go to concerts together (when it’s big ones they particularly care for they stand in line The Whole Day and at first it used to be sorta awkward but now being together makes the hours fly)

mutter sass and snark under their breaths to themselves in class and without meaning make the other snort or have to hide an actual laugh (they sit next to each other in class did you know that that’s my fav thing tbh)

say “god, I’m so fucking gay” and answer “mood” whenever Kirishima and Momo, like, exist or do anything equally outrageous

sit next to each other with their phones in hand in silence and at the same time look up with an intense/bored/obviously-judging-sero-come-on-look-at-them expression whenever anyone walks past them (they’re actually playing bullshit app games)

play bullshit app games in co-op or having each other as friends to earn more rewards cause they have a No-Judging policy going on between them that makes sharing this sort of otherwise embarrassing stuff with each other okay

Anon said:Hi!!! I love your art and I just wanted to ask....what band were you referring to when you said Mic named him after the band "eraserhead"? Could you possibly be talking about the filipino band "Eraserheads"?

Yeah!!!!! Tho I’m sorry to let you down anon, but I haven’t actually ever heard much from them (justttt one song two days ago cause I got curious) - I found out about them while looking up the movie!

Anon said:I love how you draw mic with his hair in a bun. It's super cute

THANK YOU!!!! But I can’t really take the merit for that, since that’s how he actually wears his hair (more or less) when he doesn’t gel it up for his hero costume!

Anon said:What is your favorite kiribaku au? :D

Oh boy, I sort of love everything and anything I’ve ever seen/read tbh, I’m a HUGE AU lover!! At the moment to anything with the fantasy AU (and dragon!Kiri is always a super welcome plus) is gonna make me go :O !!!!!!!! hahaha so maybe that, who knows! It’s for sure the one I think about the most!

Anon said:Hellooooo i love your art so much? Especially the bakushimas oh my god (also do you plan on drawing more soul eater *coughs*-deathstar-*coughs* in the future?) Have a good day!!

THANK YOU! And I dunno, maybe! If inspiration strikes, why not!

Anon said:hey guess what i just did... went through your ENTIRE art tag (all the way back to the knb and one piece), i found it really cool to see how your art has developed and see what your fav ship is at a certain time (and how you always come back to bokuroo)

Ah man thank you for spending all that time on my blog hahaha I wouldn’t say I always go back to bokuro though? It’s more like... whenever the manga brings the bokuros back I’m ready to start hyping all over them again hahaha my bokuro periods always happened while they were doing things in the manga, after all~

Anon said:u said u couldnt draw iida, lie of the century. i lvoe u

AHHHHH I’m glad you liked him!!!! I spent lotsa time on him in the past month or so trying to get a grasp on him, so I’m really seriously happy it seems to have paid off!! to quote Todoroki

Anon said:where’s ur faq i’m on mobile

SORRY maybe you already noticed but I added the link in the description!

Anon said:have you ever thought about if eri-chan can... erase her own quirk?? and would how they might handle it

Actually that’s the first thing I thought when Mirio got his own erased... well, it still depends on what exactly Eri’s quirk does? We sorta assumed she had the same quirk as Chisaki, but they aren’t actually related so who knows? I sure hope she can fix the damage done on Mirio, tho!

Anon said:I ADORE YOUR ART SO MUCH OH GOD HAVE A NICE DAY FRAN

OH MY GOD THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY TOO!!!

Anon said:Usjeiwiwj oh man, i love cats, my cat relates to urs big time ajsjehej

Cats are such a mess and I love them with all of my heart to be honest hahaha

Anon said:Do u have any, idk idea about traitor!Kaminari? I just imagine how would others react? I think it's hella sad, and still Denki never wanted this, something just go wrong in his life and it's breakin my heart... ARGH, sorry for interrupt you with something like that...

It’s okay, don’t worry about that haha but I can’t say I find the theory possible in the least, so I haven’t really spent time thinking about it at all? I mean, I can imagine it would be full of angst and regrets and a lot of tears and anger mostly from his close friends, but since I just can’t believe this theory I can’t say I have anything specific I can give you on this orz sorry!

Anon said:Who's get jealous and possessive between bakugou and kirishima?

Actually I dunno man, are they possessive and jealous? I feel like they both would like it when the other told them stuff like “I’m yours” or “you’re mine”, but being there complete and utter trust between them they wouldn’t actually be jealous or act in a possessive way... does that make sense? At most I think they’d be insecure in the beginning of their relationship, but once they managed to make it clear that yes, you’re the one I want, no one else, just you then they would have little to no problems in that sense haha

Anon said:So many people seem to misunderstand bakugou and I just really like how you portray him. Good characterization and good art! 💖✨

SOB THANK YOU !!!!! this means the universe to me oh g o d s!!!!

Anon said:Wait!! This isn't your main blog? Omg how did I not know this. What is your main blog (if you're willing to let people from this blog follow it haha)?

AHHHH yeah I have a main one this one is just for my doods!!! the main is @franeridan, if you wanna follow it! I’m mostly just crying over bakugou and kirishima and complaining a whole damn lot about... everything, tho hahaha

Anon said:I'm not the anon but u know the concept that kiri n Baku would meet when they were younger and when Baku was more... violent? (i know that's not the right word, I'm not a native speaker sorry!) Like I think kiri could actually make Baku less of a bully? Considering how much positive impact he had on his personality AFTER it already developed (like idk if this ask makes sense? What do u think?) ◇ (btw putting smth like ◇ was a genious idea ty, idk if u remember that ask tho?)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!!! Actually I’ve been thinking about this A LOT in the past couple of days and my conclusion ended up being that the key would be either for Kirishima to know Bakugou since they were really young OR for him to not attend Bakugou’s same middle school? Like, if they developed their personalities together, having someone like Kirishima around since they were kids could have made Bakugou develop differently, but if we go with the “they met in middle school” scenario then I think Kirishima would have had the same sort of...soothing? Effect on Bakugou only if Bakugou didn’t see him as a threat to his dream of being the only kid from that middle school to enter UA. Well, a scenario in which they had known each other since they were small young babies and Bakugou reached middle school going “the only one from this middle school to enter UA is gonna be me and Eijirou”, that would have been hella cute wouldn’t it hahaha growing up with a notion of us instead of just me would have changed Bakugou a lot, I’m pretty sure :D

#fran answers #ASKS!!!! with a bit of headcanoning mixed in it #im too ill to draw so have this for now #ANYWAY ABOUT THE FIRST ASK #EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH BC #please watch bc #gimme a reason to doodle the nerds #it's such a soft and positive manga #even when people are torn to pieces you never lose hope cause asta's there and he saves the day #that's #such a lighthearted way of going about a manga GOSH #G O S H #it's good #anonymous

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