#edit: forgot to add other tags...oops!

[ri4naaa]

lacey lacey! what’re you listening to?

[kytiapseud]

Gaze, Chapter 4

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Pairing: Roman/Logan/Virgil

wordcount: 2440

Notes: Notes: A Role Reversal inspired by @edupunkn00b 's work 'Beside Me'. So, I seemed to have added part of this chapter on the previous post before I'd finished editing it. Oops? I'll try to be more careful of that.

Anyways, I added this to my Halloween series on ao3. So should I add the Halloween tag when I post this on tumblr now?

Also, I had trouble deciding initially who to put in what roles. Some of them I am still itching to try so I may do more. I'm considering making them one shots based on certain scenes. I have two in mind at the moment, both would be different reversals. I think I may work on the first one when it gets closer to when that initial scene would be for this one.

After the door shut behind them, Roman turned. He saw how Logan’s bedroom was just before a balcony-like hallway that faced a massive open area. He hadn’t even realized that they were on a second story. Roman looked over the railing in front of them down at the floor below. The view reminded Roman of the second story of Belle’s library from Beauty and the Beast for some reason. He could see there was grandeur to the rest of Logan’s home. He found himself really hoping he’d be able to get a tour of the place.

Logan stood next to him and threaded their fingers together. He smiled at Roman as he gently squeezed their held hands. Roman smiled and squeezed back. Logan had seemed like a man on a mission in that moment as he led the way down the stairs. A clear destination in mind.

 Logan brought them to a massive kitchen of all things. He let go to walk over and take down two goblets from a hanging rack next to the counter. Roman watched him in confusion. Logan glanced at Roman and stopped midturn to one of the refrigerators.

“Ah…I seem to have gotten ahead of myself,” Logan said.

“We can have-or, what were you planning to pour in there?” Roman asked, pointing at the goblets. He didn’t know if Logan was fancy enough to want to drink a blood substitute like it was wine. Logan nodded and went back to the refrigerator.

“We can drink other fluids aside from blood,” Logan said as he pulled out a glass bottle. “In fact, we need to.”

He turned back over and walked to where the goblets were. At the mention of drinking Roman unconsciously licked along the edges of his teeth. Logan smiled.

“Some prefer alcohol, I’m a fan of whiskey myself.” He poured a generous amount from the bottle into each glass.

 “But I thought this might be better for our chat. Here, taste.”

Roman picked up the glass closest to him and brought it to his lips. But as the sweet scent hit him, he looked up with a confused smile on his face.

“You like pineapple juice?” Roman asked.

Logan smirked. “Yes.”

Roman took a sip and leaned on the counter. He looked around at the various appliance and other kitchenware he didn’t know the name of. He wasn’t a big cooking person. He knew he should get better at it, especially when he lived in an apartment. He’d been meaning to get better with it.

“So, I was admittedly surprised to see you have a grand kitchen,” Roman said. Logan hummed and drank from his own glass.

“Virgil eats,” he said. Logan looked into his goblet and swirled the yellow liquid inside.

“I don’t mind cooking for him.”

Roman nearly bit his lip before remembering how his fangs pierced his lip last time.

“If it’s alright for me to ask…, I mean I don’t want to get too personal-“

Logan smiled at Roman. He leaned over the counter between them and ran his thumb over Roman’s lips, just grazing a canine.

“My blood runs through your veins, Roman. There is no such thing as ‘too personal’ between us now.”

Roman stared into the heat of his silver gaze and swallowed hard. Getting lost in his gaze proved to be distracting as he nearly forgot what they were talking about.

“Ask what you will,” Logan said, bringing his hand back down again.

Roman took a sip of juice to buy time and let his mind get back on track.

He spoke slowly, hesitating,

“You said that Virgil doesn’t love you…” He reached for Logan’s hand.

“But do you love him?”

Logan was quiet for a moment, looking at Roman’s hand over his. He shifted his hand and threaded their fingers together. He set aside his drink. Then he looked up at Roman.

“I don’t know,” Logan admitted. He sighed. With his other hand, he traced each of Roman’s fingers.

“I know it’s not my fault he changed, it’s mine.”

Roman felt the way that tugged at his chest, seeing that void of despair return to Logan’s eyes. What he would give to be able to slay the troubles of his love. Logan whispered,

“I loved the man he used to be.”

Roman hurried around the counter. He nearly slid over it, but had the mind to be careful of their drink glasses. He pulled Logan close to him. Thankfully physical affection was something that had always come naturally to him. Roman sighed as Logan sank into his embrace.

“Is there really not a way to get him out of your thrall?” Roman asked.

Logan let out a shaky sigh. He leaned his cheek against Roman’s shoulder and traced his collarbone.

“There are those who say it’s a possibility if I turn him…but apparently it’s not guaranteed to work.”

Roman’s eyes fluttered at Logan’s small touches. They nearly felt like a tease. He fought to slow his breathe as he continued.

“Well, what was it like for you? Do you remember feeling changed at all when you…?” Roman asked.

Logan stiffened in his arms.

“I…it has been so long that I can hardly remember my mortal life.”

Roman blinked.

“Oh…” Roman resisted the urge to immediately ask a bunch of questions about that.

“Really? Sorry,” Roman looked down at Logan, “I don’t mean…”

Logan shook his head. He reached up and stroked Roman’s cheek.

“Do not worry, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

Roman swallowed dryly, He was affected by the soft and almost intenseness to Logan’s expression. Encouraged by the reassurances, Roman gathered his courage.

“If it’s been so long…how old are you?” Roman asked. He remembered Logan’s remark about Roman being young, and wondered just how young that was to Logan.

Logan subtly stepped back, but without leaving Roman’s arms. He watched Roman carefully as he said,

“I am over 400 years old.”

A choking sound escaped from Roman’s throat.

“O-oh, that’s…,” He cleared his throat. “Okay…I think I’ve heard stories say that Dracula was supposed to be that age.” Roman had probably heard Remus spout that at one point. It seemed like the kind of story he would have read.

Roman noticed Logan flinch at the mention of Dracula though.

“Oh, sorry. Did you like know him, or well, Dracula isn’t real though…right?”

Logan’s expression was hard to read as he quietly answered.

“The one I knew went by many names, Dracula being popularized by the novel…but I called him Remy.”

-

Logan was glad he got the chance to explore in Remy’s castle. He started wandering first in the top level, not traversing far from their room at first. He came across a mostly empty room with a grand bed that was well layered and looked quite comfortable. At the other end of the room was a large mirrored wardrobe. The lack of anything else in the room felt strange. Logan approached the wardrobe and then froze when he noticed he had no reflection. Right. He had heard that was another feature of vampires. He felt the unconscious shake of his hands at the realization. After waiting a moment for them to still, he tugged the wardrobe doors open.

He was surprised to  find a rack stuffed with clothing in various styles. Logan ran his hands over the clothing curiously, admiring the different textures. These were fine clothes, which meant expensive. Logan frowned as he looked down at his own woven tunic and loose leggings. They were the only clothes he owned before coming here.

 It wouldn’t have been the first time he felt like he didn’t belong. That it would have been better to have been born into a different class. Not even out of greed. Just, his interests in gaining knowledge of everything were hard to reach monetarily. He had been lucky his mother had found a reading tutor for him at some point when he was a kid. And then the count had been overly generous to give Logan glasses he needed. He had felt undeserving but immensely grateful, to be able to see better. Even now when he didn’t need them anymore with vampire sight, he wanted to wear them.

Logan shook his head, he didn’t need to think about that right then. He found himself wondering who wore these fine clothes. Remy surely didn’t use the mirror. There were a variety of styles Logan had never seen Remy wear. He was also fairly sure that Remy had lived alone before. Logan at least hadn’t encountered anyone else in the several days he’d been at the castle now.

Logan’s hands trailed over the clothes. They lingering on one particularly enticing dark blue silk shirt. He pulled it from the wardrobe and held it up to the moonlight that poured in from the windows. That’s when his eyes caught sight of the blood near the collar.

 He stared at it then brought it closer to the window where the light was a little brighter. Yes, that’s definitely dried blood there. He quickly returned to the wardrobe and began to examine each of the clothes in there. Most of them had small dabs of blood near the collars, some at the wrists. He stared at the shirt in his hand then at the rack in the wardrobe again. His head swiveled, looking at the large bed at the other end of the room. That would explain why the room was so empty.

Well, Logan should have known this was a possibility. Remy was a vampire, and the stories had to come from somewhere. This must be how Remy fed. And now he was so close to such a creature, was one himself.

How many people had once lived in this room? How long did they stay each time before Remy fed? Logan’s chest tightened and his throat closed up. He dropped the dark blue shirt and stumbled backward until his shoulders hit a stone wall. He then slid down to the floor and pulled at his hair. He would not cry. Why Logan as so determined not to cry when he was here, he wasn’t sure. Trying to hold it back gave him a headache though, which just made him feel worse. He couldn’t think about breathing. His mind stuck on his discovery and what this could mean. Those people had died in this room, hadn’t they? Was this the expectation now that Logan was a vampire? He would have to drain captured humans? Is that the only way he could get nourishment? Would Remy force him to do so?

Logan lost track of how long it had been before he felt cool, strong hands covering his. They gently pried Logan’s hands out of his hair.

“Shh, draga, it’s alright, you’re safe.”

Remy crouched in front of him. He gripped Logan’s hands together in his own and gently kissed his fingers.

“Breathe for me, draga. That’s it. Just breathe. That’s all you need to do.”

Remy moved both of Logan’s hands into one of his own to prevent more hair pulling. He sat on the floor and pulled Logan into his lap, cradling him. He wrapped both arms tightly around Logan and pinned his hands between their bodies. Remy rocked him back and forth, shushing into his hair, murmuring,

“Just breathe for me babe, just breathe…”

After a long while, Logan finally got a hold of his breath. Remy gently cupped Logan’s face with both hands and turned Logan toward him.

“Now, draga mea, would you like to talk about what has you so upset?”

Logan’s eyes shifted over to the still open wardrobe and the dark blue shirt in a heap on the floor.

“Ah,” Remy whispered. “You found my pets’ clothes.”

“Your pets!?” Logan exclaimed, pulling out of Remy’s embrace and scrambling across the floor.

His hand brushed against the dark blue silk, but he pushed it away from him.

“Is that how you refer to your victims? I haven’t seen anyone else here besides you. Did-did you kill them all?” Logan asked, struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

In a blink Remy was next to him again. His arms wrapped tightly around Logan’s body, rubbing his back.

“Shh, shh, draga mea, no…”

He pressed kisses against Logan’s hair, his face, his neck…

“Your concern is endearing but misplaced.”

Remy drew Logan even closer, nestling him sideways against his chest. He draped on long leg over his lap.

“Every single one of them was a hunter who would have staked me if given the chance.”

Logan frowned and gripped Remy’s shirt. The though of someone harming Remy hurt deep inside him and throughout his body. Remy continued in a soft voice.

“Instead, I make my enemies my friends,” He smirked a little as he referred to making them his friends.

“I bring them under my thrall and they willingly give me what I need. It’s much nicer that way.”

“But, how is that willingness if you’re controlling them?” Logan asked.

Remy smiled and showed his fangs.

“Control is a strong word for it. I make them happy.” Remy nuzzled the side of Logan’s neck.

“It’s a fair trade. I-we-give them more pleasure than they ever thought possible. They give blood to sustain us. That’s all it is. It’s much more fun that way anyways.”

Remy gently lifted Logan’s chin until their eyes met.

“That’s all it needs to be.”

Remy turned and suddenly called out, only slightly louder,

“You may come in now, my pet.”

The door to the chamber opened. Remy twisted around Logan on the floor, straddling him for a moment before standing. He pulled Logan up with him. A man waited in the doorway, eyes fixed on Remy’s. Logan breathed in deeply, tasting the sweet musky scent that poured off of him. He ran his tongue against his on fangs, wondering what the man might feel like in his arms. The man stood at attention, staring at Remy, lips parted. “Is it time?” he asked with an eager smile.

Remy watched how Logan’s eyes were trained on the man. He felt Logan’s muscles quiver under his fingertips as he stroked his spine. Remy let his hand rest at the small of his back. He leaned close and allowed his teeth to graze his fleshy lobe as he whispered into Logan’s ear,

“Are you hungry, draga mea?”

Logan growled low in his throat. Remy grinned and kissed him. He ran his tongue over Logan’s teeth and dragged a hand through his hair. He broke away and turned, addressing the man in the doorway. “On the bed.”

[palestickyprinces]

on my hands and knees begging for a family tree (or multiple ones!!) for your original hotd/asoiaf characters...

anon your hand in marriage immediately. how did you know about my one true passion. reveal yourself in my dms within three days else you'll start to cough

some of these are way more in depth because i. well. i only just made some (cough the tullys and martells cough) while others i worked for a day or two on. the targaryen ones look weird bc this site doesnt like incest (or even when two siblings marry another set of siblings). i will put it under a read more lest it take 5 days to scroll past

me looking at anon

we're just gonna go in order of how i have them saved el oh el. also i was gonna link the trees but then realized anyone can edit them and i dont trust people not to fuck up my hard work so now you have to suffer my shitty screenshots. sorry

Maryce Redwyne

(ignore the fact it links to aemond, its just how the site works) now this one is a little weird bc i never fully committed to when it takes place in her canon so some people are dead who shouldnt be some people arent dead who should be etc... also daeron doesn't exist here cuz uhhh. well. i just never put him in.

this verse is also the ones my ocs vaerra targaryen and alyssa targaryen (of pentos), but i ended up removing them since its really maryce's story and i didnt want to include them for like two appearances worth of time

you may notice she has a child who's formerly gone entirely unmentioned...

Lorea Baratheon

this one is straightforward its just the canon family tree plus lorea. i have various other ocs and possible cousins in mind for her story but i dont think any are included in this. however i did go insane adding practically the entire lannister and baratheon/targaryen family trees theres like 60+ people in this one

House Errol

never mentioned these guys (because i forgot they existed) but theyre fairly important players in lorea's story, she runs into the kingswood after (spoiler!) her mom tries to 🗡 her and ends up at haystack hall. sebastion ends up agreeing to let her stay, then as the war continues is the one to push her to claim the throne. totally not because he wants to be her hand and marry his son to her. who would ever do that.

House Mallister

theres a couple more piper cousins/siblings in law on the other side lyman but thats fine. lyman has a wife named lynette swann and i never decided if his name would remain lyman. also i forgot to ever name one of elinor's brothers in law oops

after the hashtag scandal of elinor having a bastard baby her mom gets her brother lucas to marry his son to elinor and elinor is shipped off to pinkmaiden forever. sad!

Ellyn Hightower + Daemion & Alyssa

considering daemion didnt even have his own tag until like yesterday i dont think i ever shared that he's criston's son so. spoiler! theres nothing like giving your affair baby nearly the same name as your husband ❤️ also daeron is again not here. sorry. would be funny to include him just for the sake of the recent headcanons about criston being his daddy tho. when ur cousin is also ur brother and its not even from the incest side of the family

(im not actually doing that. daeron will probably just not be included. unless i really like him when s3 comes out in a decade)

all the stuff to the side is just canon targ bullshit i added

House Tully

these crop weird on tumblr oops. click on em to see it better. i made alys larys's sister bc i just thought being tortured by ur sister in law is funnier than aunt etc. i considered naming zoe and elmo's dad ernie

House Martell

alia and aelyx are twins <3 i did not add all of daeron's various descendants or ancestors because frankly theres kind of a lot of them and again this site hates incest and it starts looking funny real quick. given more time i mightve added them and the great bastards and all but this is what you get for now

maron said their first kid could have a targy name since they'd be a martell either way so daenerys insisted he give the second one a dornish name and then with the twins they just followed their previous pattern of girl gets dornish boy gets targy. these guys are arguably the happiest family of ocs i got

maron had a paramour before wedding daenerys and he sent her away before the marriage because he knew daenerys would take offense to it, and he didn't want to risk the still fairly new targ-martell alliance, or risk angering daeron, which could theoretically pose a risk to maron's own sister. the family's one real conflict is that the paramour has a son who later shows up claiming he's maron's REAL oldest child and that aeron is actually a blackfyre. thankfully the dornish are not stupid and basically just go ????? before kicking the kid out. well actually a lot more happens than just that but yk how it is. that plotline is also only barely existant. i havent even read a knight of the seven kingdoms yet

if you actually read all this then YAYYYYY come be my friend pls. or just send me more asks about my ocs. i love answering questions and talking for way too long i NEED more asks

[destinedarts]

🙈 Need Mandarin translations/confirmations for the messages the lmk creators left ASAP 🙈

Long story short, we tried to spread the animation studio switch letter Sarah posted. I speedran to Xiaohongshu (LittleRedBook/RedBook/RED); Instagram equal for China cause thought no one else would do it. This was before we found out the rest of the crew would send their regards as well.

Idk Mandarin at all so would appreciate any help. Literally just dumped everything into Google Translate.

Priority is everything in the 1st image. 2nd pic is just explanations I wrote for them in case they don't know, which idk how much they know about Flying Bark besides the fact that they thought their animation was awesome. Sometimes they share the storyboards on Bilibili/Weibo but that's about it.

Put them as images cause I was gonna post on Twitter, but coming here first, which also might be better instead.

The RedBook Post

Might need to go through some verification check, basically sliding things across the screen. No sign in should be required to view, though it could vary between countries.

Short Link: http://xhslink.com/kkPC3I

Link: www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/663ee802000000001e01c1bb

Reasons

If I don't get any sort of translation confirmations, I'm gonna have to update the post anyways. Right now, it's also full of ugly edits cause first time ever posting and I actually ran off to make this like the minute we were asked to do so in mk central discord. Gonna make it look nicer now that I realize it's gained traction. >_>

There's a lot of upset/angry/sad/mad fans on RedBook, Douyin, and Bilibili. Much like how we had the wildfire and death threats on Twitter except I think not as extreme to the point of sending death threats... thankfully. They didn't know about the studio change. Honestly, just trying to give them facts and reminding them they have part of the power to get the show cancelled or not; but also not telling them what to like or not like/stop grieving/etc.

Literally one of the RedBook comments on the S5 trailer LEGO China uploaded contains the picture from my post (cause I added disclaimer that it's not lego official translated). So I definitely would like to have the other translations down if they're just sharing around pictures like that. 😬 And note that they're all sharing the Mandarin ones; not the English even though I did provide them. I don't have Douyin and I dunno if I can upload on Bilibili. Weibo has been covered. Idk if there's other Chinese soc med I'm missing.

Notes for translation

Exact Mandarin/English text used in the ALTs of the pictures and "Keep Reading" section cause I realize ALT can’t copy and paste if needed

Uh please write down exactly what phrase to change, cause I do not understand any of the characters except the show title heh

1000 character limit for post, including tags and characters

Tags used: #lego乐高 #lego #悟空小侠 #乐高中国 #乐高悟空小侠 #乐高悟空小侠5年庆 #第五季 #齐小天 #孫悟空 @LEGO乐高 #乐高 If there's more that's helpful, please let me know lol been riding on these tags. If I can, I'll put English hashtags, but depends on character limit; Chinese is a priority

20 character limit for title, which I've chosen: 悟空小侠电视剧的未来🐒导演和编剧的笔记 (basically "future of LMK, directors & writers' statements/notes")

Crew member names and titles were written in the Mandarin dub credits, shown in 2nd pic. Not changing those in translations.

"Harbinger of Chaos" doesn't exist in the Mandarin version... I think? based on the s4 e7 subtitles we had way long ago. Changed Breen's tweet so it said to "find out more about MK." I guess I could've put "demon monkeys" but left that out in case they actually don't address it in the season. And idk the mandarin phrase they used for that

WildBrain Studios doesn't have a proper mandarin translation according to all the Mandarin dubbed Ninjago episodes so just kept it English

Idk if I forgot something, been having hard time keeping track of stuff oop I'll add more if there is more

Needed

From Christian: 谢谢悟空小侠粉丝们！

经过三季的动画导演后，我很荣幸能够执导旋风狗制片的悟空小侠的第四季，也是最后一季。

这是一个非常贴近我们旋风狗制片所有人的心的系列。 我为我们的团队感到无比自豪，他们在这些美好的岁月里一起工作，成为了一家人。

对于所有悟空小侠粉丝的热爱和奉献，我们感到非常幸运。 你们是我们长期努力的原因，我们将永远感激不已。

这场演出由 Wild Brain 出色的团队负责，我希望他们和我们一样享受这次旅程。

这张照片是我在悟空小侠中的最后一场演出。 我已经非常想念这些猴子了，但我对未来感到兴奋，迫不及待地想分享我们接下来要做的事情。<3

From David:

悟空小侠第五季要来了！ Wildbrain 将接替旋风狗制片留下的巨大足迹。 团队中充满了才华横溢、充满激情的艺术家，我们迫不及待地想让大家了解更多关于齐小天的信息！

From Deirdre:

乐高悟空小侠第五季即将到来，猜猜谁写了三集？ 我🤭

Sorta Needed

Please note that I did use a translator (and friends) to write this article. I'm a western fan but I have access to the app. And please spread the word too. I don’t have much contact with Chinese social media.

请注意，我确实使用了翻译来写这篇文章。 [Could swap to saying friends instead of translator.] 我是西方粉丝，但我可以访问应用程序。也请广而告之。 我与中国社交媒体没有太多联系。

Former series directors and writers from Flying Bark Productions, as well as current writers, have all issued statements regarding the handling of the series.

旋风狗制片（Flying Bark Productions）的前系列导演和编剧以及现任编剧都就该系列的处理发表了声明。

Sarah Harper served as series director from S1 -3 before fully becoming a writer for several episodes in S4. Some of her series credits include "The Jade Emperor" and "Rip and Tear."

莎拉·哈珀（Sarah Harper）在第一季到第三季中担任系列导演，之后在第四季的几集中完全成为编剧。她的一些剧集包括《天庭大对决》和《青毛狮之怒》。

Christian Barkel served as animation director for the first three seasons and was promoted to series director in the fourth season.

克里斯蒂安·巴克尔（Christian Barkel）在前三季担任动画导演，第四季晋升为系列导演。

David Breen is currently a writer on the show's fifth season. He served as script supervisor for S1-3 before being promoted as one of the show's writers. Some of the episodes he has written are "The Brotherhood" and “A Lifetime of Mistakes."

大卫·布林 (David Breen) 现任该剧第五季的编剧。 在晋升为该剧的编剧之一之前，他担任第一季到第三季的剧本总监。 他编写的一些剧集有《青毛狮之谜》和《寻找美猴王》。

Deirdre Devlin is also a writer on season five. She was brought on as a writer in the fourth season. Her three episodes are "The Great Tang Man", "Court of the Yellow Robed Demon", and "Pitiful Creatures".

迪尔德丽·戴夫林（Deirdre Devlin）也是第五季的编剧之一。她在第四季中担任编剧。她的三集是《小天遇三藏》 、《神秘的“朋友”》、《受困保护咒》。

Not Needed but would be nice

Flying Bark Productions has withdrawn from the animation production of "Monkie Kid". Since 2020, they have been continuously invited to participate in new projects, such as "Disney's" "Moon Girl and the Demon Dinosaur" and "Avatar Studio"'s upcoming "Avatar" film in 2026.

旋风狗制片已退出《悟空小侠》的动画制作。 自2020年以来，他们不断受邀参与新项目，例如“Disney”的《月亮女孩與惡魔恐龍》以及2026年“Avatar Studio”即将上映的《降世神通》影片。

From now on, WildBrain Studios will animate the series. They were also responsible for the Ninjago TV series, although that was in 3D rather than a 2D TV series like Monkie Kid. The writers and voice actors remain the same, but new people could join the team.

从现在开始，WildBrain Studios 将制作该系列动画。 他们还负责《幻影忍者》电视剧，尽管该剧是 3D 的，而不是像《悟空小侠》那样的 2D 电视连续剧。 编剧和配音演员保持不变，但可能会有新人加入团队。

Some artists work as freelancers for the team. I don't know how WildBrain Studios' 2D department hires their artists. If they were invited back to the show, some of their work might be similar to their work from previous seasons. But that consistency may not hold true under new directors. We'll have to wait until the end of the season to see the TV show's credits.

一些艺术家作为团队的自由职业者。 我不知道WildBrain Studios的2D部门是如何聘请他们的艺术家的。 如果他们再次受邀参与节目，他们的一些作品可能会与前几季的作品相似。 但在新董事的领导下，这种一致性可能不会成立。 我们必须等到本季结束才能看到电视节目的制作人员名单。

Previous seasons used "frame-by-frame" animation, all drawn by hand. Based on the trailer, the new season appears to include the use of "rig animation," which is the use of technology to move characters and objects.

前几季使用“逐帧”动画，全部由手工绘制。根据预告片，新一季似乎包括使用“装备动画”，即使用技术来移动角色和物体。

All of these changes will impact Season 5 and beyond. I don't know how fan support affects entertainment distribution in China, but over here, if a show doesn't get enough views upon release, it may be abandoned by the distributor and have a hard time continuing. We will give as much support as possible in the West, although the success of the Monkie Kid LEGO sets and TV show has always and will always depend on its performance in China.

所有这些变化都将影响第五季及以后的内容。 我不知道粉丝的支持如何影响中国的娱乐发行，但在这里，如果一个节目在发行时没有获得足够的观看次数，它可能会被发行商放弃，很难继续下去。 我们将在西方给予尽可能多的支持，尽管悟空小侠乐高套装和电视节目的成功将始终取决于其在中国的表现。

Change can be difficult, and it's okay if you feel disappointed or upset. While waiting over the past year, we’ve been teased by the writers and voice actors that this story will be emotional and heartbreaking, and we trust the writers who have carried the story of Monkie Kid, so I hope you will consider watching season 5.

整个变化可能会令人震惊，如果您感到失望或不安也没关系。 在过去一年的等待中，我们被编剧和配音演员取笑，说这个故事将是感人且令人心碎的，我们相信那些承载了悟空小侠故事的编剧，所以我希望你能考虑观看这一季 5.

[ttpdstri]

invisible string

oscar piastri x reader, ex!lando norris x reader

part 1 part 3

in which she moves on with his teammate, but why should she care about his feelings? he never cared about hers. besides, oscar is a much better boyfriend.

this is for the oscar girlies and is also like 6 months after say don’t go!! (we’ll pretend 1989 tv was out 6 months ago for the sake of timelines😭😭)

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yourusername, 🤍🤍

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user1, WHOOO IS THATTTTT

⤷ user2, i might be insane but like… OSCAR????

logansargeant, i expected a better caption from you considering how much taylor swift you listen to

⤷ yourusername, i couldn’t think of a song to use oops

user3, what if it’s logan????

⤷ user4, not captain america stealing my gf

user5, that should be me holding your hand💔💔

lilymhe, i had to sit and watch you guys be so unbearably cute and i don’t get pic creds for the first one??? criminal!!!

⤷ yourusername, SORRY SORRY IM SORRY thank you taking it lils ily🫶🫶🫶🫶

user6, kinda hope it’s oscar or max just because lando deserves it

⤷ user7, max has a gf but oscar… i need

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f1wags, y/n y/l/n has arrived at the qatar gp with kika gomes, but for oscar piastri rather than the usual lando norris👀

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user1, fav homie hopper😋😋

⤷ user2, i mean it’s not like it’s unprovoked

user3, don’t let your boyfriend stop you from finding the love of your life🤞🤞

user4, i wonder how lando feels about this😭😭

⤷ user5, doesn’t he have a new gf?? he arrived at the paddock with another girl today so he can’t really be mad

⤷ user6, NOOO IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT IS

user7, usually i hate wag accounts BUT i am kinda thankful for this i needed to know who the guy y/n’s soft launching is

user8, I KNEW IT WAS OSCAR OR LOGAN IM SO HAPPY

⤷ user9, if it was logan we could have more lily and y/n cause alex and logan are teammates💔💔💔

⤷ user10, i don’t think they have to have a bf from the same team to be friends babe

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yourusername, when he’s a sprint winner >>>> (pic creds: lilymhe)

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user1, SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

user2, prettiest couple i love pretty people

oscarpiastri, ❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername, 🤍🤍

user3, i would not have wanted to be in the room when lando found out😭😭

user4, she’s just like me i would also date my ex’s friend if he did me wrong🤭🤭

⤷ user5, i’ve honestly shipped her and oscar since before her and lando broke up is that weird

⤷ user6, i don’t blame u i kinda feel like they suit each other more yk

lilymhe, CUTEST I LOVE U LOML

⤷ yourusername, I LOVE U GF

⤷ oscarpiastri, how did alex get used to this

⤷ alex_albon, i didn’t it’s just something we have to deal with unfortunately😕😕

user7, does this mean more alex and oscar🤭🤭

⤷ user8, IMAGINE DOUBLE DATES WITH THEM LILY AND ALEX

sorry for making lando a sucky person but oscar is my one love so😋😋also i had to repost this cause i forgot to add tags and it wouldn’t show up under the tags after i edited it and added them😭😭

[fullgazly]

lmao sorry for screaming on ur dash besties. i am kinda scared for pierre in f1 and when he said he should be there with so much confidence i lost it a bit. if he lied to me 🔪🔪 

[mickules]

ASK DUMP

But first:

OOPS [for context]

My hand slipped.

Yous all ready for a MAMMOTH ask post? I mean it this is LONG

[edit: completely forgot to add the ‘read more’ rip your dash this is L O N G]

(next set of asks are [here]! in smaller bites this time)

Honestly I’m kinda boring when it comes to headcanons, they’re mostly canon compliant or I end up floating about on the general consensus of popular fanon. Here, however, is a bunch of little titbits!

~Hifumi draws like Boichi. The idea he has a super detail oriented style and not a cutesy one cracks me up.

~The difference between Taeko and Celeste; those colour contacts are prescription. (Taeko doesn’t look too dissimilar to Toko and she hates that)

~Likewise, Gundham takes forever to get ready as he re-applies the “wards necessary to allow mere mortals to withstand the presence of The Supreme Overlord of Ice”

~Kazuichi on the other hand is au naturale. He just looks like that.

~Hiro is right, where do you think his clairvoyant abilities came from?

~Taka has had to shave every morning since he was 13, (he looks like Masaaki Sakai from Monkey if he grows it out) Mondo will never be able to grow any facial hair, and he’s salty about it. His hair is naturally curly but he straightens the back for that Pomp Aesthetic

~Taka is a very restless sleeper, never wakes up in the same position as he went to sleep. At Hope’s Peak he usually finds himself waking up across the room, on the floor.

~Additionally, He eats like a gannet - maximum efficiency (until he gets indigestion) [more on this]

~Red eyes and a diabolical resting bitch face is the dominant trait of the Ishimaru Bloodline. (POV trying to have a casual conversation)

~Takaaki is a divorcee not a widower; his marriage was an arranged one organised by Toranosuke, and when the scandal went down the marriage was dissolved by the bride’s family. [more on this]

She was 5′3′’

Takaaki just wants someone tall enough so he can take a nice photo (I had to google ‘no homo with socks’, I hope you’re happy)

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30% of Takaaki’s intimidation is his height, the rest is his Glare™

Ah! I can understand the confusion! That was actually an older Mondo, as the anon had asked about Kaito being Mondo and Taka’s kid. I’m easy going when it comes to pairing characters together, I don’t mind answering questions along that vein! I love to see other people’s interpretations, and how they imagine a relationship develops. I’ve seen some absolutely adorable art of them as a couple! Personally however, I don’t have a good idea of their chemistry in my head, so I don’t think of them as being together. At the very least not in this weird AU thing I’ve got going on. 

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Bold of you to assume Takemichi hasn’t been keeping it a secret. Not out of fear or shame, but rather because Michi would do anything to keep nosy, overbearing, meddling Daiya out of his love-life. He’s seen how Daiya absolutely ROASTS Mondo every-time he strikes out, and Michi ain’t about to open himself up to that. I imagine Daiya finds out whilst frequenting a gay bar- like that Doctor/Donna Doctor Who scene:

He is then resolutely recruited as a Gay Consultant™ 

They become very popular regulars. (tags got me creasing)

@hawklanthebard

You’re not wrong - that’s a fabulous concept, but they’re gonna have to catch him first. Surviving middle school gave Taka an unusually highly developed intuition for trouble and an excellent default flight or fight response

Mondo having to deal with his gang associations negatively effecting his ‘civilian’ life and friends? *Chef’s Kiss*

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Taka with his wooden sword would be a sight to behold. Unfortunately, I doubt brandishing a sword would be welcome in a school environment - so he’d unlikely use it for anything other than exercise. ISHIDA ON THE OTHERHAND

Hifumi might have had a bit more trouble

@emiefaunwrites

(Thank you so much! That’s so very sweet! I’m glad you like! :D) SO I didn’t originally have a timeline when I started making the comics, but NOW I do, so it’s a bit of a mess lol! BASICALLY: ~Daiya survived the bike crash  ~Mondo & Taka go to Hope’s Peak  ~They become friends (I have a comic planned for this, and it’s NOT a sauna scene *wiggles eyebrows*) ~[The Yakuza Incident] this is when Mondo catches feelings, but chalks it up to the adrenaline of the situation ~[Mondo meets Takaaki] and [makes a great impression] ~Daiya is introduced to Taka, and gives him “The Shirt” unbeknownst to Mondo  ~Taka has his own Gay Panic™ (this is another comic comin’ in the pipeline!) but he doesn’t recognise it for what it is. ~[Takaaki finds The Shirt, and him and Daiya make their plan] ~[The Hershey’s Kiss Incident] Mondo has to ask himself some PRETTY SEARCHING questions after this, whilst Taka has to wrestle with the revelation that if Mondo asked for a kiss, Taka would not hesitate to do it. ~ and Finally, eventually, a Confession (this is another comic, but it’ll deffo be a while before this one is done)

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@crackinwise

Takemichi sees the Oowada brothers as a single unit - he is 'second’ to both of them. So, whilst Mondo is at Hope’s Peak, Takemichi defaults to keeping an eye on Daiya to give Mondo some piece of mind, since Daiya still a target for rival gangs. Takemichi’s title of ‘second’ is just a formality of the gang. Daiya doesn’t really go in for the hierarchy stuff, but it’s the gang that insists on it and Mondo unfortunately really internalised it. From the gang’s perspective, you have the suave leader, his sharp, loyal 2nd in command and his volatile brother he has to reign in, when in reality Daiya delegated a lot of his responsibilities to Mondo and Michi over time, and was more a figurehead than an actual leader by his retirement.

(I’ve got some more Leon in a future comic - have a peek, he’s got such a cheeky face) [this comic is now done!]

Mondo’s unsuccessful romantic attempts are the favourite gossip topic of a surprising amount of class 78 tho’ not within earshot of Mondo obviously - They’re secretly cheering him on but they also have a betting pool based on how quickly he’ll scare the girl away. Celeste has made a very tidy profit.

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Taka is 100% the type who’d inform the mcdonald’s cashier that they gave him too many nuggets and try to pay the extra. He’s IMPOSSIBLE to do a favour for.

[persona ref here]

@chinchillasinunison

I agree, Mondo in specs is A+, but yes, ‘tis a persona reference.  I FULLY recommend Persona 4 if you get the chance! It’s a JRPG, but the ‘dungeons’ are people’s psyches, and when they’re inside they have to confront a ‘shadow’ which is basically some aspect of themselves they’ve repressed or heavily dislike. The stress of being in the dungeons causes people to get dizzy and confused, and the glasses stop that- it suggests Mondo has already confronted his own shadow, before Taka had to confront his. . .

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That’s some excellent analysis right there! Taka 100% has some deep seated issues to do with his relationship with control. I think his new friendship with someone so far outside his understood norm of ‘acceptable’ would have rattled some of those insecurities loose.  There would be an inherent need for Taka to try to ‘improve’ Mondo’s behaviour - to try to make Mondo more “acceptable to society”, the way Taka was taught to be. But by doing so, he would be removing something that makes Mondo who he is. It would come down to an internal fight of being a hypocrite for overlooking Mondo’s anti-social behaviour, or trying to control Mondo and making him into something he’s not. Taka would hate himself for not being able to accept Mondo wholesale, the way he wishes people would accept himself, and the way he knows friends SHOULD do - basically a microcosm of the wider span of his anxiety with his chosen path and future.

(ahhhh! !Thank-you! That’s supremely kind! I’m still really enjoying the Dangan stuff, and if I move on to other things and folk don’t vibe with it - It’s all good! No worries! My only goal on this tumble is to enjoy myself, and so far that ain’t changed :D)

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NOICE! Excellent recommendations I’m lovin’ them! Always happy to get more! 👀

Also, from that DR chatfic:

“TAIL ‘EM NAEGGI”

I have been outdone.

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(AH! You flatter me! I’ll keep on tryna be cool!) [pic is here!] Daiya and Takaaki being casual allies is definitely a dynamic I really enjoy; Crazy Crafters is such an enjoyable fic! All the little interactions and character chemistry works so well together! Chasml’s fics are ones that I keep coming back to - I ADORE Their characterisations.

@rc-hetalia-mun

Dang you right, Honestly I needed a kid and his mum for the Crazy Crafters [pic] and Hiro has such a fun design; it was inevitable.

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(AH! Thanks!! What a compliment!! :-0 !! ) Normally, someone as jacked as Mondo would have a craggier face, not unlike Sakura’s sharp nose and defined cheekbones - but he’s got surprisingly soft features, I think those big eyes and long tapered eyelashes really add to it.

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(!!!!!THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!) Taka doesn’t even smile that much in his in game sprites but I CANNOT HELP IT! He has such a wide, welcoming smile and I LOVE DRAWING IT!!

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(Thank you! I loved doin’ it!) All credit 100% goes to @monikamarkovova They have the most SUPREMELY FLUFFY MOTHMEN art and I am in AWE, I cannot compare. I do not know how they do it. [here for ref]

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(ahh! <3 thanks very much!) Here’s a bit of a behind the scenes! I do all my sketches in colour ‘cos I find it easier on my eyes. I have trouble telling the difference between colours of a close tone, so it’s easier to see when distinguishing between the sketch and the black lines when I’m doing lineart. Red just happens to be my go to since it’s quickest to get to on the colour slider and I’m lazy. The sketches you see are pretty much 1 to 1 what I use for lineart, minus the half tones. If I have multiple sketch layers, I’ll use multiple colours so I can see easier, but usually I do all my sketches directly on my guideline layer because I’m a madman. Here’s a coupla examples:

here’s a rare one where I didn’t draw directly onto my messy af guidelines- but I always start with red, then blue, then green and very occasionally purple if I need a fourth.

I keep the mini-comic sketches in red since I think it looks better. Black is harsh and can be unforgiving and I think it makes it easier to see how rough my sketches are. In colour it’s a little softer - and to me - more pleasing to the eye! (and even when I do use black- it’s usually at partial opacity to soften it out)

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AND cos I’ve been watching too much Natsume Yuujincho (FULLY RECOMMEND it’s delightful) Have a quick redraw: 

As my brother described it “Kiyotaka and his Fat Biker Cat”

And that’s it for now! The ask box is nice and empty, thanks for so many brilliant asks and sorry it took so long! I’m working on ‘Taka and Mondo becoming friends’ comic and ‘Taka gets a clue’ (edit: this one is [done]) comic, and I hope neither will take too long! :)

[naruto-shipping-confessions]

Frick, i leave for a week and come back to find out not only was your blogs deleted but u had to deal with so much B.S too :( At least tumblr restored your blogs i hope that didn't stress u 2 much. Please don't trouble or worry yourself over that other blogger, some mutuals and i have had issues with him in the past, even if he's dead wrong he's never gonna apologise, some examples are how he won't budge on his weird take that Uzuamakis don't have lots of chakra, and constantly tags anti posts

At least things are looking up for now. Thanks heaps.

Edit: Forgot to add the rest of it. Oops.

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part Fourteen of ??)

Hey everyone! I hope you’re all having a good New Year so far! I have a bit of an update after the chapter for y’all.

Edit: Oop! I forgot the link to Part One for any new people! My bad!

Tags (ily all!):  @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed @magi-minminxiii @rensphilia @a-dream-at-night @chloelikesobeyme @getbehindme-satan @theuglypugling @oofthelazyweeb @mammonismyfirstman (as always, if you’d like to be put on the tags list, juust let me know in a comment down below, or a DM)

Word Count: 1,961

TW: None? I’m pretty sure?

Mc didn’t know what she was expecting from the song Satan’s brothers pressured him to play, but a gorgeous melancholic love song was not it, though she should have guessed it was a love song from the title. She was entranced from the first couple notes, and the lyrics pulled her in further. They spoke of someone experiencing love for the first time, though they were afraid of their Love fading away and leaving them. She smiled at the cat lyrics, finding herself not surprised Satan would write about them. He seemed like a cat lover, though she had no real basis for the belief.

 Satan’s singing voice was just as nice as his speaking voice and she found herself impressed. It also held a lot of emotion, enough that she was surprised it didn’t affect his singing. Though she had never heard the song before, it seemed extremely familiar. Though, it was a fairly universal concept, so it probably just seemed she’d heard it before. She hadn’t realized she was crying until Mammon offered her a handkerchief. When he finished, everyone clapped, and he started on another song.

“I never thought I’d hear tha’ song again,” Mammon spoke to Mc in a low voice.

“Why?” she asked.

“Oh… Uhhh… Well, it’s about a lost love of his. Once she… disappeared… He played it one more time and then said he’d never play it again.” 

Mc felt her throat constrict a bit at the revelation, “He must be doing better then. When he got his next… lover, he probably started feeling better.”

“He… Uhhh... '' Mammon floundered for words, and Mc found herself eagerly awaiting his next words, “I don’ think he’s dated anyone before or since her. If nothin’ else, she is his firs’ and only love.”

“Did she hurt him?”

“Huh?”

“I just ask because I’ve seen a lot of people, well, humans, who had relationships go sour and closed themselves off emotionally. I was just wondering if that’s what happened to him.”

“Not… Not exactly… She was human and she… died…” Mammon seemed really anxious at this point, and Mc decided not to push the subject further.

A human? Really? Well, that adds another layer to the song. It’s the most permanent level of “leave” there is. He knew going into the relationship it would end. But… If she had been corrupted enough by him, wouldn’t she have gone to the Devildom? Then they could’ve been together… Does that mean she went to the Celestial Realm? Do I know her? Or… Did she get stuck as a wanderer? Either way, why would he play it now? Mammon said he’d sworn off playing it ever again… The questions swirled around in her head as she watched Satan play.

“Ooooo! Ooooo! My turn!”

“Asmo, you can’t play piano,” Satan sighed, already getting up.

“But I can play music off of my DDD now can’t I?” Asmodeus said, waltzing up to what had become a stage.

As Asmo scrolled through what Mc could only assume was his list of songs, Satan came and stood next to her. Mammon even moved over so he could. Mc gave him a small smile and then turned her attention back to Asmodeus, who was gushing about the song he’d found to sing. She was still thinking about all the unanswered questions she had when she felt a breath next to her ear “What did you think?”

Mc almost jumped, but instead found herself glued to her chair, “Of the song? Or your singing?”

“Hmmm… Both.”

“You play and sing wonderfully. The song was beautiful. I could really feel your emotions.”

“Thank you,” Mc felt Satan retreat back to a standing position, and she found she missed his presence.

A huff from the other side of the room caught her attention. Looking over, she caught the tailend of Michael watching Satan with narrowed eyes before turning back to Asmodeus. How strange.

When Asmodeus finished, Lucifer was both begged and forced to play by those in the room. While Mc had to admit he was definitely in a league all his own, she found herself preferring Satan’s playing to Lucifer’s. She cocked her head slightly at the realization.

“Excellent Lucifer! Just exquisite!” Diavolo boomed, giving the Avatar of Pride a standing ovation, “I can’t remember the last time I heard you play!”

“Well, it has been awhile,” Lucifer smiled. His pride seemed to have recovered enough he could properly interact with people again. Mc was happy she was able to avert a crisis, not interested in finding out how a brawl between Michael and Lucifer would go. Though… Would either of them actually get into a physical altercation?...

Mc was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize the brothers were leaving until they were all asking if she would come to the House of Lamentation at some point.

“... And I would love to paint your nails,” Asmo prattled on, grabbing her hands, “And I know the Devildom’s lack of light can make your skin lose some of its radiance, but I have a moisturizer that can help with that. Oh and-”

“Asmo, come on! Ya want Mc to come visit or not?” Mammon interrupted,

“Mammon, you don’t understand the nuances of keeping yourself looking perfect.”

“Uh, yes. I do. I’m a model. Ya been smellin’ too many of ya fancy products and it’s melted ya brain?”

“I think you’re thinking of yourself, though it was probably when you were trying to con those witches into buying acid, and you drank some.”

“Oi! How do ya know about that?”

“Ugh, there they go again,” a head rested itself on Mc’s shoulder, and she almost jumped until she saw who it was, “Seriously though Mc. You should come over.”

“Yeah. You’re even welcome to bring Luke,” the one brother who she hadn’t talked to added, “Barbatos told me he’s gotten even better at baking.”

“Of course I’ve gotten better at baking! I’m also very good at cooking too,” Luke said, having joined the conversation.

Mc watched at Beelzebub, which is who she figured he must be through the process of elimination, actually started drooling, “Does that mean you’re actually going to come over then?”

Luke smiled fondly, a look Mc wasn’t sure she’d have ever thought he could have for a demon, “If you’d like Beel, I could probably make that happen.”

Beel rushed over to Luke and pulled him into a huge hug. Belphegor removed himself from Mc, walking over to Beelzebub, “Beel, you need to let go of the chihuahua or he’s going to suffocate. Luke can’t make you food if he’s been squished.”

“I’m sorry. I hope these idiots haven’t been bothering you too much.”

“Not at all Lucifer. They were just inviting me over sometime.”

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head out,” Lucifer said, starting to gather his brothers.

“You are welcome anytime you want to come over,” Satan’s voice came from behind her.

“I… Thanks. I would really like that.”

“Satan! We’re leaving.”

“I’m coming Lucifer,” Satan called, rolling his eyes, then back to Mc with a smile, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Mc called after him.

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Mc sat in her room hours later, the events of the evening still running through her head. Though she knew Michael wouldn’t approve, she found herself much more at ease and even happier around them than she did around most angels. There was a non-judgmental kindness they all exuded (well, all except Lucifer) that made her feel like she belonged. She found herself excited about the prospect of spending more time with them at the House of Lamentation. She had to laugh a bit, the fact she didn’t fit in with the rest of the angels never more clear than it was now. 

Simeon had told her his time in the Devildom had been extremely enjoyable, the less structured lifestyles if the Devildom a welcome change from the Celestial Realm. She had read his work from that time and it was obvious he had felt a lot more creative in the Devildom, even though he had school responsibilities at the time. While she hadn’t doubted his words, she had always figured the change was mostly due to the fact he had been able to communicate with his lost brothers again. Now she understood what he had been talking about. 

Simeon generally gets along with the other angels too. What would they all say if they found out I prefer the company of the Fallen to them? Everything is just more natural with them. It’s almost like I already know who they are, as strange as that sounds. Especially Satan, though I’ve felt connected to him since I got his letter. Speaking of which, who was it that he mentioned? Lil… Lilly? Lillah? Lillian? Hmmm… I can’t remember. I do know I’ve never heard that name before. Whoever it was seemed to have a great impact on all of the brothers. It can’t be someone they Fell with. I’ve read all the literature about the Fall and I don’t recognize the name. Though there’s a lot about the Fall the Celestial Realm doesn’t talk about. But... Simeon’s also never mentioned anyone with that name before… Maybe it’s time for me to do some more research.

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Mc stretched, and checked the time on her DDD. She had been in Diavolo’s personal library for over three hours, and she still hadn’t found any mention of the mysterious “L” person. She found plenty of references to Lucifer though. It seemed he and his brothers had been instrumental in helping Diavolo establish order when the old King had started his slumber. What caused this slumber, why it happened, or if it would end was not covered. Mc wanted to research the topic further, but she couldn’t get distracted until she had answered her initial question.

There was a knock at the door, and Barbatos came in carrying a teacup on a saucer, “I thought you might be in here.”

“Oh, hello Barbatos.”

The butler entered the room, and set the tea down on the table Mc was studying at, “I thought you might like some tea.”

“I would actually, thank you. If you would like to, you can take a seat.”

“I suppose that’d be alright,” Barbatos smiled, and sat down in a chair. His eyes glided across the books strewn around Mc, “You’ve got some heavy reading here.”

“Well, I’m trying to figure something out,” Mc sighed, sipping her tea.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance?”

“Maybe, though I don’t remember what it is I’m looking for exactly,” Barbatos simply cocked his head slightly until she continued, “Satan was telling about… Well, a personal experience, and he mentioned someone. I don’t remember their name, but it was someone very close to all the brothers and they had passed away. I was just trying to figure out who it was.”

“You seem very interested in this person,” Barbatos’ tone wasn’t accusatory, but he seemed to expect and answer.

“... I guess I’m just trying to understand them better. Him better,” The last part slipped from Mc’s mouth easily, surprising even her.

“I think I may know who you’re talking about. If I’m correct, you won’t find any references to her in these books. It’s not my place to explain the situation to you however. You should probably go speak with the brothers about her…” the butler paused for a second before continuing, “I believe Michael also knows a lot about the situation, though he doesn’t know the full story,” with that, he got up and pushed his chair in, “I must continue with my duties, but I appreciate the short reprieve. Good night.”

“Night,” Mc called after him. Huh. Michael knows?

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Part Fifteen

 I wanted to let you all know that as it is January, ever since 2014 the first moth of the year has been terrible for me. So far, we are 3 days into 2021, and I have already gotten a near constant tooth ache meaning I’m going to have to go to the dentist, and have gotten sick. I don’t know what else this month has in store for me, but I just wanted to warn you all, if my updates get sporadic or short, that’s why 😬 

[kunoichi-ume]

Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad

Characters: Torian Cadera, Noara Starspark, Balic Cormac and Elara Dorne-Cormac (I have no idea if she will ever take his name, but they are totally married so that’s how I am writing it haha) Story: Jedi Sitters Word Count: 3458

Note: This fic was inspired by this piece of art by @jemichiart, and the name for the little Rishii baby totally taken from @outcastcommander’s suggestion. This also ended up much longer than I expected, but I enjoyed writing this so I am not sorry. EDIT: I am however sorry I forgot to add the tags and link to the picture. Oops.

The sharp tang of blood filled the air as Torian made his way through the Rishi jungle, rifle held ready in case he needed it. He had set off that morning to go hunting but, apparently, he wasn’t the only being on the prowl for a challenge. Whatever had spilled the blood tainting the air had apparently already found it’s prey. He followed the scent, giving in to his curiosity that soon turned into alarm when he identified where the smell of blood came from. Not further into the forest, where wild beasts were known to roam, but into a small clearing he was familiar with. A clearing that housed several huts belonging to a small tribe of locals.

Blood spilled there couldn’t bode well at all.

They were a peaceful sort, the Rishii, despite being natural born predators. Despite their sharp claws and beaks, and ever sharper eyes, Torian ahd always found them to be a kind and welcoming bunch every time he visited their home world. Now that he called the tropical world home as well, Torian had hopes of befriending one or two of them. While he had never heard of a Rishii Mandalorian, the idea of one excited him and he’d welcome any of their number into his hunting party.

Stopped at the edge of the clearing, Torian observed the carnage with a keen eye. Several structures were only partially standing, walls and roofs caved in. Not a single dwelling was left as adequate shelter from the elements. Bodies, all belonging to the feathered locals, laid out across the ground. Claws, far larger than any he had ever seen a Rishii possess, had carved up the bodies the same way they had destroyed the buildings, gouging the ground to leave long, deep grooves in the packed dirt.

Torian sighed heavily, he was no stranger to death but there was always something tragic about the loss of innocent lives. These people were not warriors, not soldiers. They were families, with elderly and young among them. Now he was grateful Noara had not joined him this morning, she was not a hunter but enjoyed exploring the wilds at his side. Death, especially senseless deaths like these, always weighed heavily on her. Where Torian observed the carnage with a sense of sadness at the loss of life she would feel the full weight of grief bearing down on her chest. He loved the former Jedi with all his heart, but her upbringing in the Order still influenced her to behave in ways he didn’t always understand. It kept life interesting.

The sound of something hitting the ground pulled Torian's attention away from the bodies laid out across the clearing. Keeping very still, he strained to hear any other signs of life. Perhaps something in the damaged huts had shifted he wondered. But then a second, clearer sound filled the air. Cracking.

Moving quietly, careful to step around the bodies and blood, Torian entered the clearing and looked for the source of the sound. Nothing was out of place in the first partially standing hut he investigated, nor the second.

At the threshold of the third Torian froze in place, shocked still by what he found as his heart pounded loudly in his ears.

Sprawled out on the dusty floor was a small creature and, though he had never seen one before, it was obvious to Torian it was a newborn Rishii ik'aad. A baby. Something thick and shiny soaked the ik'aad's feathers, pieces of shell caught in the viscous liquid and littering the area almost like shrapnel from an explosion. It looked as though the egg that little thing once resided in had been stashed into the cabinet above where it sat, the door hanging open on a crooked hinge.

It wasn't hard to make the assumption that someone, possibly one of the child's parents, had stashed the egg away in hopes of safety. Luckily the door had held after the damage to the walls had displaced it until the danger had passed. And, equally lucky, was that the ik'aad had been ready to hatch.

Stepping into the destroyed hut, eyes far too large for the small ik'aad's face, lit up in delight when he came into view. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, Torian couldn't resist carefully scooping the ik'aad up into his arms. The little thing barely weighed anything at all and his chest tightened at the idea that it was made an orphan the same day it was born. Torian was still a baby when he lost his parents, but at least it hadn’t been the exact same day. A foundling before even getting a name. Brushing some of the shell pieces off soggy feathers, he did his best to check if the child was healthy but truthfully didn't know what he was looking for.

The question of what to do never entered Torian’s mind, there was no debate to be had. Until he could find the ik’aad’s family, if any lived, the foundling was his responsibility. First thing first, he needed to make sure the newborn was healthy. Glancing around the hut, Torian grabbed a large red cloth and shook the dust off before wrapping it around the child. It was a warm day, as was the usual on Rishi, but he didn't want to chance the child catching a chill from it's soaked feathers. Once satisfied that the makeshift birikad would hold the ik'aad securely against his chest, he was quick to leave the destroyed village behind and head back into the forest.

Head turning all around so much Torian was concerned the ik'aad would injure it, the infant cooed excitedly while taking in the world for the first time. It was all Torian could do to keep from laughing, the pure joy of seeing the world with new eyes was infectious. When he reached the rough path he had taken into the jungle, no longer having to duck under branches, Torian switched from a quick pace to a jog. He wanted to get the ik'aad home as soon as possible, not only did the newborn need to be examined by a trained medic but he also had no idea what kind of food to provide. Luckily, when he had left, Noara had said she expected her brother and his wife to come by soon.

Balic Cormac, a giant of a man, wasn't Noara’s sibling by blood, but by choice which meant more to Torian in the long run. He had grown up without his blood around and Noara's had given her away. Better to rely on the family that chose to love you when you needed someone. As luck would have it, Balic's wife Elara was one of the most widely versed medics Torian had ever met. She should be more than capable of giving the little Rishii a proper checkup.

The ik'aad made an odd huffy noise, one that sounded almost put out and made Torian grin widely. "Don't worry ad'ika, you'll get a better look later," he said, smoothing his hand over the ruffled feathers slowly drying on the child's head. He'd make sure the kid got an eyeful before they decided what to do with him.

Walking into the Clan Compound Torian was struck with the still unfamiliar feeling of being home, a warm sense of contentment and belonging that he savored. It wasn't something he had experienced often in his life, having an actual home instead of just a temporary accommodation. When Noara had started talking about wanting to settle down, leaving the saving of the galaxy to others while they moved on with their lives, he hadn't been too particular about where they ended up. As long as he could hunt, house his clan and be with his wife he was happy.

Settling on a tropical world, one with plenty of beaches and ocean to keep Noara happy and thick forests and plentiful fauna for hunting had turned out perfect. Even the base they found was exactly what they needed, large enough to house everyone and any new members the clan might welcome in the years to come and all the animals Noara had taken to rescuing, while being secure enough to defend if they ever needed to.

They even had enough space to put in their own little medical center, which was where Torian headed first. With the Cormac's visiting, it was fairly likely they would either be checking the set up of the new infirmary equipment as Elara had been their main consultant on what they needed, or up in the cliff-side apartment he shared with Noara. Elara was a very driven, serious woman and he would be surprised if she didn’t want to get straight to work. Also the infirmary was closer to where he exited the jungle.

Barely inside the door Torian knew he had made the right choice. The murmur of voices drifted down the corridor toward him and he smiled. He had no idea how Noara would react to him coming home with an ik'aad strapped to his chest and, honestly, he was looking forward to finding out. She found far too much amusement in surprising him with the newest beastie she had decided to take into their home, it was only fair to turn the tables on her.

Several people were gathered inside the infirmary. Balic was leaning against the wall, not far from where his wife worked and even slumped down slightly he was still head and shoulders over everyone else. Several of the younger clan members, all in varying colors of armor, watched the blonde woman with rapt attention as she gave them a rundown of how to use a new scanning device. Noara was lying on the hospital table, obviously playing the lab wamp rat, and doing a good impression of an injured patient until she looked toward the door.

Sneaking up on Noara was almost impossible for Torian, she claimed to be able to feel him with the Force. He believed her, but it was still a hard sell. She claimed it wasn’t the same as how she felt another Force user, but something special because of their connection. She could feel him when he was near, even sense a bit of his moods if she tried.

Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t determined to try, and someday he was going to manage it.

Instead of pretending to be hurt, Noara smiled brightly when he stepped into view and he could see the moment she noticed the ik'aad. Her eyes widened in surprise and she jolted up off the medical bed, head almost colliding with Elara's who had leaned over during her lecture. Only Balic's large hand yanking his wife backward saved them both from having their bells rung.

"Cyare," Noara said, pushing off the bed and hurrying toward him. "Meg vaar gar ganar?"

Muffled laughter broke out among the younger vod in the room. Noara had been working on learning Mando'a for a few years now, but like now still managed to get some words mixed up much to the younger generation's amusement. Instead of asking what he had, she instead spoke a gibberish phrase about what he had undeveloped. Or half grown, vaar, could mean either.

Cheeks flushing, Noara knew what the laughter meant but instead of reacting further she peered curiously at the ik'aad. "Who is this?"

Torian leaned his head down to brush his lips against her forehead, eyes fixed on the vod still smiling about her slip up. It was of course a message, to remind them she was their alor's riduur. Noara was more Mando than he could have ever imagined a Jedi turning, but part of him still worried about her being accepted by his peers. He knew first hand that it was possible to be Mando and still be treated like an aruetii. He'd be damned if he would let anyone make Noara feel like she wasn't enough.

Turning their head, the ik'aad looked up at Noara with wide yellow eyes. Noara returned the interested stare, reaching out to run her fingers through the matted feathers. "Poor little guy needs a bath," she said, raising her eyes to frown at him. "Are you babysitting or something?"

"Or something," Torian laughed before giving a quick explanation of his day. His story had the attention of everyone in the room and Elara was at his side before he had even finished.

"You should have said it was a newborn sooner," Elara chided him, holding her hands out. "Let me take a look."

Nodding, Torian braced one hand on the ik'aad's bottom before untying the birikad. Once it was loose Elara had the little one in her arms and was making her way back to the exam table.

There was perhaps a split second between her stepping away from him and the loudest shrieking he had ever heard come from a sentient being's lungs. Noara gasped as Torian darted around her, beelining for the table.

"What did you do?" he demanded, leaning over the table to see the small Rishii ik'aad lying on the bed and looking completely fine. Even the squalling had stopped, the moment he leaned over the table. Confused, he looked at the former Havoc Squad medic.

Humming thoughtfully, Elara shifted to block Torian from view. Again the ik'aad started crying loudly. Moving back, the cries stopped the moment golden eyes met Torian's. "Stay right there, where the child can see you."

Noara stepped up beside Torian, pulling a stool over for him to sit on and stayed by his side as Elara examined her new patient. This time the instruction she gave the watching vod was more hands on than the lecture she had given over Noara's 'pretend' ailment. Torian didn't pay much attention to the words she was saying, explaining everything she did, instead he was drawn to the small Rishii's eyes that seemed glued to his face.

Finally Elara set her instruments away, lifting the ik'aad and passing him over for Torian to hold. She delivered her prognosis with a bright smile. "That is one perfectly healthy Rishii baby boy you have there Torian."

"He is such a cutie," Noara said, perched on the edge of the table behind him and leaning over his shoulder to run her fingers through the boy's feathers again. "If his parents are dead, what do we do with him?"

Torian frowned, he hadn't thought that far and now that he was holding the small boy in his arms it just felt... right. Like he was meant to take in this foundling as his own, as his son. They had talked a little about children, though nothing in certain terms and had never discussed adoption. It was as much a part of Mandalorian culture as armor and fighting, they even had a set phrase for it.

How was he going to tell his wife he wanted to make them parents without even discussing it? Watching her smile as the boy gurgled happily at her touch, he had a feeling it wouldn't be too hard to convince her.

Before he could work up an idea of how to start that conversation, Elara cleared her throat to get their attention. "Actually, you should know that Rishii infants are known to imprint on the first person they see."

"Imprint?" Noara asked, frowning in confusion and the words sunk in for Torian. He knew what it meant, but never imagined a sentient species did it. By being the one to find the boy he had all but sealed the question of their future.

"It's a long lasting attachment to the first individual or object a creature sees after hatching. It's common in avian species," Elara explained in her serious manner before smiling. "Based on the child's reaction to being separated I can only assume he has imprinted on Torian."

"So that means..." Noara's voice trailed off as she looked between the boy and her husband. "Are you a dad now?"

Torian pulled his son closer at the hitch in her voice, "I guess, I mean I want to know how you feel about it before deciding anything."

Noara watched him carefully for a long moment before looking up at the crowded room. "Could we have some privacy please?"

"Of course Noara-doll," Balic said before pushing off the wall where he was leaning. He started herding the training medics out of the room before dropping a kiss on the top of Noara's head and leaving with his wife tucked tight against his side. On the way out the door Elara called back that she would arrange for some proper food to be up in their apartment for the boy.

Once they were finally alone Noara shifted closer on the bed to wrap her arms around Torian's shoulders, her chest pressed up against his back. She laid her hands on top of his, helping cradle the child against his chest. When she spoke her voice was steady, though little more than a whisper in his ear. "Are you ready to be a father Torian? I know we've talked a bit about it, but this would be starting now. No time to come to terms with it or get cold feet you know?"

"As sudden as it may feel, I think I am." Torian turned on his stool, dislodging her arms so he could watch her face carefully, "what about you? Are you ready to be a mother?"

"To be honest, no. I don't feel ready at all," Noara said, sighing sadly. "I still don't really know what a mother is? How to do it, you know?"

Holding the child with one hand, Torian cupped her cheek with his other one. "I don't know what being a father is like either but together I have no doubts we will figure it out."

"He'd need a name," she said after a tense moment, leaning her face into his cheek with a smile, "if we can't even manage that what kind of parents would we be?"

Torian laughed, the anxious worry he hadn’t really noticed in his chest relaxing at her smile. "Fair enough. Any ideas?"

“Not sure, never named anyone before.” Noara looked down at the boy tucked against his chest. "His eyes look like little suns don’t they? So bright and full of life."

"What about Tranyc?"

She frowned, "that's Mando'a right? Star... something?"

Torian nodded, impressed that she caught the unfamiliar word. "Star-burned, but that's the literal translation. 'Sunny' is a more true meaning."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I love you Torian," Noara said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders again and kissing him. "And loving this little guy will be no burden I’m sure."

“No I don’t imagine it will be,” Torian said, standing and taking one of Noara’s hands to draw her off the table to stand in front of him. Adjusting his hold on Tranyc, he situated them so Noara was helping hold his son between them. “We should make it official, well as official as Mandalorians ever are.”

“I take it there is a set way to do this?” Noara’s eyes had a teasing gleam in them as she smiled up at him, “so tell me, how do we make Tranyc our son?”

Torian’s heart felt like it could burst, gratitude and admiration for Noara’s easy acceptance of their son almost overwhelming him. He had to clear his throat before being able to speak the adoption vow. “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad.”

“What does that mean?” she didn’t look up as she asked, her eyes fixed on Tranyc’s bright smile.

“I know your name as my child.”

“Very Mandalorian, direct and to the point. I like it.” Noara placed her hand on Tranyc;s head and repeated the vow. Like when they had spoken their marriage vows months before, it took her a few times so get the pronunciation exactly right. When she finished, she gathered their son in her arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek before laughing. “We really need to bathe our son,” she said, “and Elara should have an idea of what to feed him by now.”

Torian wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding Noara out of the infirmary. “Let’s take our son home,” he said, the words making him feel like he could fly. His entire life Torian had wanted a family, one that he could do right by. The way his father hadn’t. The way Noara’s parents hadn’t. They had both grown up without a family but together they had made one all their own. And, other than perhaps the day Noara agreed to marry him, Torian had never been happier than this moment.

Translations

Ik'aad - baby; child under 3 Birikad - baby carrying harness Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad - adoption vow - lit. I know your name as my child.

[seafleece]

fleece is making a magic system

(kudos to @for-lonely-giants for letting me scribble this out in his room at 3 am)

basically, i wanted a magic system about creating your own spells, so i’m doing the legwork now to make it part of casting to create your spell as you’re about to cast it, so instead of learning both fireball and delayed-blast fireball, you’d cast a fire spell at a certain level by describing your desired effect and determining with the DM what level that will be.

(i also have made a rudimentary spell type tag list, which is pretty similar to the one on dndbeyond, but the point here is to allow the DM/players to decide if a certain type of spell can even be cast at a low level (i.e. does it make sense for a minor banishment spell to exist?)

to do that, i have a pretty basic list of spell effect tags, with a few categories. the point of these classifications is also that they can be applied to existing d&d spells, and i’ll include some examples. “effect” can also refer to non-damage, and tags like “major” can be discussed as basic damage+other effect, or major effect with increased basic damage radius, etc.

-minor: small change or low damage (maximium 1 damage die)

-basic: basic change or moderate damage (maximum 5 damage dice)

-major: large change or serious damage (maximum 10 damage dice)

-drastic: enormous change or potentially fatal damage (maximum 20 damage dice)

-astronomical: incredible change or fatal damage (no maximum)

-temporary: the effect will end on its own, sub-tag concentration (damage or effect can be repeated without multiple castings)

-permanent: the effect will not end on its own

-undo: the effect undoes another effect

-immediate: the effect occurs immediately

-latent: the effect has duration surpassing concentration or is programmed to occur later

-singular: the effect has one target

-multiple: the effect has multiple targets

with these, i use the question: what can you do with a spell of this level that you could not at a lower level? and developed a more basic idea of what it means to cast a cantrip versus a level 9 spell. this is also not uniformly exact with d&d spells and their levels, but it’s fairly close

a cantrip: has minor effect on one target.

a level 1 spell: has basic singular effect, can have minor singular effect with concentration, or can have minor multiple effect.

a level 2 spell: has basic multiple effect, can have minor multiple effect with concentration, or can undo basic effect.

a level 3 spell: has major singular effect, can have basic multiple effect, or can undo immediate major effect.

a level 4 spell: has singular major effect with concentration or basic multiple effect with concentration.

a level 5 spell: has major multiple effect or can undo latent/permanent major effect.

a level 6 spell: has drastic singular effect or  major multiple effect with concentration

a level 7 spell: has drastic singular effect with concentration or can undo immediate drastic effect

a level 8 spell: has drastic multiple effect

a level 9 spell: can have astronomical effect, has drastic multiple effect with concentration, or can end any effect

there’s some minutia with when tags are applied, and these tags also have malleable potential. a. major effect can be cast at a lower level, for example, if there is sufficient preparation (i.e. something like ritual casting), but here’s me talking through some d&d (attack) spells and their level:

witch bolt: minor damage on one target, but is level one rather than a cantrip because it has concentration and the damage can be repeated

meteor swarm: considered level 9 because the basic idea behind 20d6 fire + 20d6 bludgeoning damage is that unless a character resists it somehow, they will be killed

disintegrate: level 6, the +40 moves it out of major damage range and into drastic, and one target is affected (another good indicator that a spell is drastic is that it indicates in the spell description what will happen if a character dies from it!!)

this system is supposed to be malleable, this system is supposed to allow for loopholes, and “effect” is intentionally vague because i want this to be about discussion between players and DMs about what a caster can do and when. is teleport a singular drastic effect that occurs with concentration, a drastic multiple effect, a major multiple effect that can occur with sufficient preparation, or even a basic effect when applied to one or two people? it’s all of them, and my goal is to change the emphasis of a spell from i know how to do this specific thing on this day to i have this amount of ability in my spellcasting, and i want to see if i can do this effect under these circumstances

damage dice are to be mediated by other effects (saving throw cantrips usually have a higher die because there’s no half damage on success, a major effect can split its “major” tag into some damage and a non-damage effect, in which case d6s might be used rather than d10s or d12s.) this system doesn’t have that name-recognizability of “oh god, blight, that’s 8d8″, but i’m hoping that in play it’s mediated by the synergistic effect of discussing what a spell does as you decide to cast it (which is accidentally what the mcelroys have done in the past by completely ignoring the actual description of a spell (cough planar ally cough).

under this system, d&d spells can be used normally, with as little or as much editing as desired, but you also can make new ones whenever you want. the basic idea is that when you level as a spellcaster, you gain access to spell types rather than spells (banishment, for example, i have in my head as a minimum level 4 spell, as well as shapechanging) and can act within those parameters rather than only with specific spells. i think prepared spells can play out as really funny in d&d (i.e. “i forgot how to cure wounds since yesterday, oops”), but it often doesn’t feel appropriate. i may include a limit on prepared spell types at a time (aka you can’t prep every single elemental spell type without that monopolizing your prep capabilities), or something as a simple as a maximum number of different spells you can cast that you hit as you cast rather than before you fight, similar to deciding equipment as you use it, because i think that also opens the door for small flashback scenes of “why does my character have this today”, and i’ll always take an excuse to create some non-linear storytelling. you can also codify a custom spell the same way you would a d&d spell and consider it a trademark, which could also work as an “always prepared” that wouldn’t add to the limit of prepared spells, but would require lots of prior usage.

(the especially fun thing is that i’m expanding the rules as i’m writing this post)

[madlittlecriminal]

just realized i should’ve put limits to my writing...oops:

as in limits, i meant what i write & don’t write. im going to make his clear now, before i get more requests that are out of my comfort zone. NO, it is no one’s fault because i forgot to say anything about my limits. anyway, here’s what i write & don’t write.

edit: the first one for what i don’t write is an addition i didn’t think i would have to add, but i got a request that actually fucked me up emotionally. yes, i cursed because it really did. i nearly had a panic attack

WHAT I WRITE:

fluff: send me anything fluffy as im a walking cliche :D i love writing stuff that’s just soft, happy & positive!

smut: yes, most of my smut just leads to making out as either the requester never says anything about how smutty they want it OR i don’t know if people are 100% comfortable with smut. ~limits do apply~

angst: sad, yes. send me sad things, send me things that’ll break my heart! ~limits do apply~

kinks: send me kinks! it does not have to have smut! ~limits do apply~

any gender/sexual orientation: the reader doesn’t have to be female! don’t be shy to send me anything that has to do with a male reader, gender neutral reader, trans reader, or female reader. you can go anonymous if you’re shy :D

reader being a POC: im Hispanic and have a medium skin tone, so i try making my stories inclusive by not adding any specific skin tones or eye colors (keep in mind that im fine with ANY ethnic background & race. i might have to do some research though)

plus sized: yes, please! we don’t discriminate on this blog. if you do, leave, please & thank you! ~limits do apply~

_____!reader: you want a specific job? a specific age range? a specific role? don’t be shy! im fine with it! ~limits do apply~

pregnancy: it’s the first connection to a mother & her child. it’s beautiful! yes please! ~limits do apply~

Spanish: as i said, im Hispanic. you want a Hispanic/Latinx!reader? request it :D

any language: ill try to use something other than google translate unless you wanna be my translator! :) i don’t mind writing for someone who knows a different language & i certainly don’t mind learning a bit :D

tags: my good friend, if you wanna be tagged, let your girl know with the link in my bio :D i will gladly, with no hesitations, tag your lovely user on each one of my writings. if you want to be a permanent tag or just for the one writing, lemme know :)

forbidden/alternate universe (AU): Y E S! i love these so much, whether it’s writing them or reading them, they’re just so fun cx don’t be shy to send me one if you got an idea :D (high school, teachers student, soulmates, royalty, werewolf, noir, gang/mobster/mafia (~limits do apply for this~) & any other ideas you guy have that follow my limits)

making an ex jealous/fake relationships: my friend, if you want the person of your choice to help make a ratchet (made up or from the same fandom) ex jealous, request it. please. these make me feel like im throwing shots even thought im not. ~limits do apply~

making character jealous: sure! ~limits do apply~

headcanons: send these bad boys in! i don’t mind writing headcanons at all, especially if im busy! :D ~limits do apply~

markings (birthmarks, “beauty” marks, stretch marks): i try to be as inclusive as i can when it comes to appearance. i feel like people don’t write about markings, but if they do, it’s always sexual. ~limits do apply~

glasses: i wear glasses because i have to, so feel free to send these in! reader definitely doesn’t have to be a nerd to wear glasses because im not a nerd :P

WHAT I DONT WRITE:

!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!!

abortions: didn’t think i would have to add this because never in my life has someone requested this, but here we are. umm, i have my own beliefs on this that i won’t share. i actually get physically, emotionally & mentally messed up with this topic

miscarriage: i know people who’ve gone through this and it breaks my heart when a woman has a miscarriage. it’s heartbreaking.

trouble getting pregnant/can’t get pregnant: i know someone like this & it breaks my heart because when you know how badly they want a child, it hurts. women go through this & so do men if they’re deemed infertile.

yandere/dark!____: it just makes me uncomfortable. plus, im a softie. i have ptsd (which ill open up about in the future maybe) & i get terrible panic attacks. no exceptions for this. don’t even care if you want it for a fitting character. take it to someone who’s willing to write it because I won’t & can’t

cheating: your girl has been cheated on, so like...please don’t send these. no, im not a hypocrite. if you read Cheater you know it was just a joke. like literal cheating, i will not write. i will mention it as part of the reader’s past, BUT the reader or the person of your choosing will not be doing the cheating.

purposeful jealousy: this ain’t Euphoria. you all up on someone else while the person of your choice does the same to get one another jealous is toxic. we don’t do that here. we also shun those who purposely flirt with others to rile up their significant other. sorry!

abuse: mentions? they’re fine. i won’t write about what the abuser did to their victim simply because it’ll open an old wound for me & many others as well. discipline is NOT abuse though

parental disrespect: listen, i know people disrespect their parents, but im not writing that. don’t disrespect your parents. it’s not funny, it’s not brave, in fact you’re hurting them & their feelings.

parents disrespecting their children: no. you didn’t deserve it if you went through that. no parent should sit there & disrespect their child like they got the fault for something. everyone deserves respect. respect your elders? respect the youngsters too. they’re the ones that are gonna make a difference in their futures, good or bad.

consensual non-consensual/sexual assault: ill put a warning for a mention, but i will never go into detail with it! don’t send me anything that has to do with that because i will delete the request. i won’t even put it out because i don’t want people getting hurt whether they went through it or know someone who has

sex trafficking/human trafficking: mentions are fine, but im not going to do a whole thing based off of this. it’s a pretty heavy topic as it triggers me even though i never been through it.

forced relationships: this includes arranged marriages. unless the fake relationship is best friends doing a favor like the cliches, that’s different.

cuckolding: that’s a big no! it makes me uncomfortable. im too loyal for my own good to even believe this kink exists, but i will not be taking requests for this

kinks that involve blood or pee: that’s a big no. don’t send me these. not even as a joke.

foot fetish: im not gonna discriminate you if you have this, but i know many people are uncomfortable with this

furry: not discriminating, like if you’re a furry, cool. i just like to be inclusive.

tiktok inspired: i don’t have a tiktok, i don’t watch tiktok videos, im also not a fan of tiktok, sorry.

incest/family relationships: just don’t. don’t even try to send them. you like incest? good for you, but im not writing it. not even between step siblings or step parent x step child. no thanks.

oc or dedications: i only do x reader. don’t ask me for an oc, don’t ask me if i can make the reader just you because i want to be as inclusive as possible. if you do this, ill say no. IF you helped me come up with an idea or anything along those lines, you’ll get a dedication. don’t ask for a dedication if you’re not part of my tag list or my series tag list.

long requests: if it’s long, you basically wrote it. there’s nothing i can do about it. literally, i can probably only add dialogue because if the request is more than one ask, you wrote the story.

racism: i will not have the reader go through an experience of racism if you send me one where the reader is a POC. i won’t do that because the world is already filled with racism. so, i will not accept angst for the reader being a POC. just fluff & smut

angst that involves the reader being plus sized: SEND ME FLUFF FOR THIS! PLUS SIZED PEOPLE DESERVE FLUFF, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

not just smut that involves the reader having natural body marks: y’all CAN send smut, but like, PLEASE send fluff. don’t underestimate me because i have natural body markings & i do know what it’s like to be insecure about them. trust me, accepting natural body markings DEFINITELY doesn’t need smut involved ;)

anorexia: i know it’s serious, but i can’t write that. it’s honestly heartbreaking.

reader having cancer: it’s too heavy for me...

bulimia: it’s serious, but i can’t bring myself to write that. another heartbreaking topic.

self harm: mentions are okay, but most definitely not describing how they did it.

suicide: hardcore no. it’s serious, but i can’t write it. it’ll physically hurt me to know someone feels like this. i don’t want you guys feeling like you’re giving up. you all have a purpose! please don’t give up. keep fighting because you’re meant for something great ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

death: unless it’s part of a case for Connor, Spencer Reid, Sherlock or Lucifer Morningstar, don’t request. they’re all in a field where they see dead bodies on cases. that’s different. don’t twist my words though because it’s their job to go through cases. they can’t do anything but investigate the crime & do justice.

i think this sums it up. remember, im human. please say, “thank you,” when requesting. please say, “hi” or any way you say it. also, please say, “please,” because it’s basic manners.

[hd-learns-korean]

Vocabulary sentence challenge! 

So I was thinking of starting vocabulary challenges where I set a topic and then try to make sentences using the vocabs from the list. If anybody wants to join in and make their own sentences from the vocab lists that would be AWESOME cos I find it so interesting how other people process the same vocabulary. So feel free to tag me in with your own sentences! 😀 

Today's topic is music🎵

1.) 음악을 듣다 - listen to music

2.) 음악을 틀다 - play (turn on) some music

3.) 음악을 끄다 - turn off the music 

4.) 음악에 취하다 - be lost in music

5.) 음악에 재능이 있다 - have a gift for music / have musical talent

6.) 고전음악 classical music

7.) 대중음악 - popular music

8.) 록음악 - rock music

9.) 민속음악 folk music

10.) 배경음악 - background music

11.) 영와음악 - movie soundtrack

12.) 전자음악 - electronic music

13.) 현대음악 - contemporary music

14.) 음악대학 - college of music

15.) 라틴 음악 Latin  (american) music

16.) 음악 감상 - listening to music

17.) 음악 선생님 - a music teacher

18.) 음악을 배우다 - take lessons in music

19.) 음악 영화 - a musical film 

20.) 재즈 음악 - jazz music

21.) 하와이안 음악 - Hawaiian music

22.) 펑크 음악 - punk music

23.) 레게 음악 - reggae music

24.) 무슨 음악 좋아해요? - what kind of music do you like? (Example from naver)

25.) 외국 팝음악을 아주 좋아해요. - I like foreign pop music very much.( example from naver) 

My own example sentences: Revised, edited and corrected!

So guys I made some mistakes..... oops!  I got a really kind and encouraging comment explaining where I went wrong. I really do appreciate the help, Lord knows I need it! 😁 So what I thought I would do in terms of editing this post is to keep my own sentences where I made the mistakes in brackets alongside the corrected versions, that way I can see which part went wrong and then I can go back and study the grammar again.... 📚☺

1.) 그는 록음악을 좋아해요. (그는 록음악 좋아애요.) - he likes rock music. * mistake made here - I forgot to add "을"

2.) 그 영화 음악은 너무 슬퍼요. (그 영화음악는 너무 슬파해요.) - that movie music is so sad. *mistake made here - omg so many! I formed the wrong conjugation for 슬프다 and added a 는 instead of a 은!

3.) 올해 그녀는 음악대학에서 공부할 것입니다 - this year she will study at the college of music. (Hurray I got this one right! Progress at least?! Omg who am I even kidding!) 

4.) 저는 라틴 음악에 맞춰 춤추는 것을 좋아해요. (저는 라틴 음악에 맞줘는 것을 좋아해요). - I like dancing to Latin music.  *mistake made here - I misspelled a few words.

I am a beginner so there probably will be some mistakes so if you spot any just lemme know😁 (edited omg I was right I totally did make some mistakes, but making errors is a part of learning 😅)

Image sourced from pixaby but I have edited it and added korean text, vocab sourced from naver, own example sentences practiced on papago 😄

[papa-rhys]

Fools Gold (Charles X Reader X Javier)

Note: Riverside threesome with Javier and Charles, anyone? This is longer than my usual stuff because I had to fit everything in (no pun intended lmao) but hopefully it’s not long enough to turn anyone off from reading it. Enjoy!

Edit: Oops, forgot to tag @theeonlyroman!

~ Links are busted! Check the notes for links to my other stuff, or just head over to the “my writing” section of my blog ~

Category: smut     |     Warnings: none      |      Word count: 3670 (sorry)

You sit in Charles’ lap as he rests in an old wooden chair in front of the campfire; the chair that Javier usually claims for himself but found propped underneath Charles when he returned from his day out earlier this evening. The nights in the Van Der Linde camp are always full of energy, but tonight, the boys seem to be particularly rowdy as they jeer and sing around the fire, their faces acting as a backdrop to the dancing flames that cast their features in a flickering orange glow. The lot of you are drinking again, and anyone within a 5 mile radius knows it.

“I reckon I could find that treasure, no trouble,” Bill boasts, raising his beer bottle into the air and sloshing its contents onto the grass in front of him.

“You couldn’t find your culo with two hands and a map,” Javier slurs, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out across the ground towards the fire.

The group erupts into laughter and Bill points his finger at Javier – although he can barely keep it steady through the alcohol-induced swaying. “I’ll tell you somethin’ about my ass,” he says, earning more snickers and giggles from the crowd around him.

“It’s fat?” Javier smiles, much to the groups delight.

“No… This ass was sat in army convoys before you were even born, amigo, and I won’t have you disrespecting – “

“Oh god, someone take him off to bed, please,” Charles says, rolling his eyes. “Before he starts rambling about army corruption again.”

Swanson climbs to his feet and helps Bill do the same; although neither of them can stand very straight. “Okay, Mr Williamson,” Swanson says, holding Bill up to stop him from falling face down into the fire. “One step at a time, sir. That’s it – nice and slow.” The pair of them stagger back to Bill’s tent, leaving the group to share a laugh at his expense.

“What about you, Y/N?” Javier asks, turning to where you sit comfortably in Charles’ lap. “You heard about this lost treasure?”

“Not a word,” you tell him, sipping from your bottle. “I don’t usually pay attention to myths.”

“Who says it’s a myth?” Charles asks, subconsciously rubbing the small of your back with the palm of his hand. “I heard some guy in Valentine talkin’ about how he found some gold coins buried in the river bank near Caliban’s Seat. Pirate gold, apparently.”

You watch as Javier’s eyes light up almost brighter than the fire in front of him. He sits up and points his beer bottle at the two of you. “We should go down there and look for it,” he says.

“We should go now,” Charles agrees, leaning forward in his seat and almost tipping you off his lap. He catches you before you fall and whispers a “sorry” before turning his attention back to Javier.

“What about you guys?” Javier asks, turning to the others as he climbs to his feet and dusts the dirt off his jeans.

“Count me outta this one, boys,” Pearson says, standing up from the log that he sits on and helping Karen up.

“Me too,” she says, wbbling on her feet. “You three can go out huntin’ for fools gold all night if that’s what you wanna do, but I’m goin’ to bed.”

“Pfft. Fine,” Javier says, swatting the air and finishing off his bottle of beer. “We’ll find it without you,” he adds, holding out his hand and helping you off Charles’ knee.

“Lead the way boys,” you tell them, picking up the crate of beer bottles as you follow the boys away from the campfire.

“You found anything yet?” you call out to Javier as he takes his turn sifting through rocks and silt near the moonlit river bank.

“No, nada,” he calls back.

You and Charles sit together near the wagon that you’d brought along in case of finding a heavy treasure chest laden with pirate gold. The two of you had persuaded Javier that you needed to guard the crate of beer, and in his drunken state, he’d agreed that the booze was too precious to be left alone, so you’re both sprawled out on a blanket at the edge of the grassy hill and giggling as Javier tosses stone after stone into the river in his search.

“You actually think we’ll find anything?” you ask Charles.

“Hears hopin’. Besides, it kills some time. The camp can be so boring and Bill gets on my nerves.”

“I can think of a few ways to pass time,” you flirt, fiddling with the top button of Charles’ shirt.

“Hope you plan on including me, compadre,” Javier interjects, appearing at the bottom of the blanket.

“The more the merrier,” you chuckle.

Javier raises his eyebrows with a surprised smile and you look to Charles only to find him grinning at Javier. You were joking. They do know that, right? The longer you watch the pair of them, the more you come to realise that they actually like the sound of that a lot more than you’d intended. There’s a wild glint in Javier’s eyes as he stands over the two of you, picking the bark off a twig that he’d picked up by the river and Charles gives off a similar air of excitement as his gaze flips between you and Javier.

“I was… I was joking,” you tell them, thankful that the darkness is covering up the blush on your cheeks.

“Well there’s not much else to do out here,” Javier says, throwing the twig to the ground. “I don’t reckon we’re gonna find much treasure tonight.”

“And you really wanna watch me get fucked by this asshole?” you ask Charles, motioning towards Javier who you can see shrugging off the insult out of the corner of your eye.

Charles looks at you and Javier for a moment as if the question was a stupid one. “Yes,” he says, looking at you as though you should have already known the answer.

You tilt your head sideways in surprise. You’d never thought of Charles as possessive, but you’d never thought of him as being someone who’d enjoy the idea of someone else fucking you raw either – especially not when he has to live with that someone and see him day in, day out.

“Okay then, have it your way,” you say, climbing to your feet and taking a moment to steady yourself as your brain floats around in whiskey, threatening to send you cascading back to the ground again. You join Javier at the bottom of the blanket and he watches you with an excited smile as you take his hand and place it on your waist. “If you wanna see me get fucked, Mr Smith,” you say, placing your hand on Javier’s chest. “Then that’s what you’ll get.” You give Charles a flirtatious grin before curling your fingers around the nape of Javier’s neck and kissing him.

You can hear Charles chuckling joyfully behind you as Javier’s hands find themselves wandering over the curves of your body, desperate to find an opening in your clothes so that they can feel the warmth of your skin. Charles gets up and makes his way over to where the pair of you stand and you break away from the kiss to look at him. You turn as he approaches you from behind and he has the biggest, giddiest smile on his face as he leans in to bury his head in your shoulder; standing closely behind you with his hands on your hips. He finds an area of your shoulder that’s exposed and he pecks at the skin there as Javier fumbles with the buttons of your shirt, his hands shaking as he tugs them open – the alcohol and adrenaline joining together to work against him.

He finally gets all of the buttons undone and pushes your shirt open, revealing your bare skin to cool midnight breeze. He looks at you with his bottom lip held between his teeth – the moonlight reflecting in his hungry eyes for just a moment before he bends down to leave open-mouthed kisses in a line down your breastbone; trailing them down to your navel and then slowly working his way up again until he’s stood straight – or as straight as he could stand with all that whiskey and beer mixing in his gut.

Charles nibbles at your earlobe before spinning you around on the spot. “Now I’m gonna watch him fuck you,” he growls in that low, sultry voice of his, looking you in the eye and holding your face still with both hands.

The blush on your cheeks reddens even further and you bite your lip to hold back the nervous giggle that tries to escape your throat as Charles takes your hand and leads you towards the wagon. You turn to make sure Javier is following, finding him closely in tow, walking confidently with his hand on his belt. You stretch out your other hand behind you and he smirks as he takes hold of it; his hand a lot warmer and more calloused in comparison to yours.

Reaching the back of the wagon, Charles hops into the bed of it, dangling his legs over the edge. He pulls you closer until you’re stood between his legs with Javier blocking you in from behind, and you keep your eyes locked with his as he unbuttons his jeans with a wide smile; Javier reaching around you to unbutton yours at the same time. You place your hands over the top of Javier’s whilst he pushes your jeans down to your mid-thigh and kisses the back of your neck; totally lost in what he’s doing.

“If you tell anyone about this, you’ll regret it,” you warn Charles. “That goes for you, too,” you add, lightly pressing your elbow into Javier’s ribs. “I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Javier chuckles, biting at the skin of your neck before bending you over towards Charles; your hands landing flat on the wagon on either side of Charles’ legs, propping you up.

“No one will know,” Charles promises, pushing the hair out of your face and watching you lovingly as you take his cock in your hand gently pepper the tip of it with kisses. He tilts his head back as you run your tongue along his length and the sight of the corner of his lips twitching up into a blissful smile sends shivers through you. Eager to please him, you close your lips around him and begin bobbing your head, prompting him to grip onto the side of the wagon with one hand whilst burying the other in your hair.

Javier’s hands brush against the inside of your thighs before he kicks your ankle gently to part your legs a little wider. He presses his fingers to your opening, gently rubbing in circles until he earns a breathy moan from you – a moan that makes Charles shudder. Javier raises his fingers to his mouth and uses the wetness as a lubricant before carefully and ever-so-slowly easing into you.

“Fff – uck,” you groan, letting your head hang forward as you take him all the way to the base.

“How does it feel?” Charles asks, using your chin to tilt your head up to look at him as Javier starts fucking you rough and rhythmically. “Tell me.”

“It feels good,” you whimper; your voice bearly escaping through the breathlessness. “It feels so fucking good.” Your cheeks are burning, your chest fluttering too fast to control, and you’re almost crying from the pleasure. You take Charles in your mouth again, swallowing him as deep as you can before pulling him out again to get your breath back.

You swirl your tongue around the tip in circular motions and he jolts forward when you hit just the right spot. “Shit,” he gasps before relaxing into a chuckle and leaning back on one hand. “Keep going. Just like that,” he orders. You watch his chest rise and fall heavily as he pants and your head is swimming a little from the surrealism of it all – although, maybe that’s the full crate of beer that the three fo you emptied on the way down from camp.

Javier’s hands hold onto your hips tightly; as though you’d run away if he didn’t keep a good enough grasp of you. Your body is thrown forward with each of his thrusts, your thighs banging into the edge of the wagon each time, definitely leaving bruises that will slowly come up between now and tomorrow morning. He takes one hand from your hip and moves it up your back; the flattened palm of his hand making its way up the path of your spine until it reaches your shoulder, where it curls into a hook to use you as leverage as he fucks you harder and harder. The air is forced out of your lungs with each push forward and you let out a meek moan every time, which Javier seems to revel in. You can sense him smiling behind you and your suspicions are confirmed when you push yourself up onto your hands and take a quick look over your shoulder. Making eye contact with you, his smile widens into a beaming grin and he squeezes your hip, leaving red marks on your flesh.

“Mierda,” he mutters, looking down and taking in the sight of you wrapped around his cock. “You got a hell of a lover here, amigo,” he tells Charles. “You chose well.”

You let a string of saliva leave your lips and dribble down the side of Charles’ tip before gathering it up with your finger and rubbing it over his slit. “You hear that?” he asks you, his gaze dropping down to your lips. “Javier thinks you’re a good lover,” he smiles. The words echoe in your mind and swell in your chest and you can’t stop yourself from giving a huge smile. Charles runs his fingers through your hair and gently lowers you down onto his cock again. You moan purposely with him resting on your tongue; relishing in the way his cock twitches and his stomach tenses. You moan again. And again. You moan and moan as Javier pushes as deep into you as possible and it becomes clear to you that Charles is nearing the edge. You bob your head up and down, sucking and swirling you’re your tongue and using your hand to tug him until he jolts forward, bucking his hips slightly. He spills onto your tongue with a grunt and you hold him in your mouth until he’s finished; then swallowing the warm fluid and licking the rest of it from his tip. “God,” he sighs, flopping back into the bed of the wagon and leaving you at Javier’s mercy.

And mercy is something Javier is in no mood to show you, apparently.

He tangles his fingers in your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and pulling you back towards him. You’re stood almost straight now, with him still inside you as he pulls on your hair and bites at your shoulder, hard. As he kisses the red marks forming from his bites, you spot lanterns on the trail at the top of the hill. Hearing voices chattering among themselves, Charles springs into an upright position and instinctively places his hand over his holster. “O’Driscolls,” he mutters, pulling his sawed-off from the holster and holding it at the ready.

“Shush,” Javier whispers in your ear, slowing down his movements just the tiniest bit, but clearly seeing no sense in stopping completely. In fact, he seems to take pleasure in the idea of almost getting caught as you turn your head to glance at him from the corner of your eye and catch him smiling into the crook of your neck. Charles buttons up his jeans and gets into a better position, watching the O’Driscolls and waiting for things kick off, but Javier has no interest in fighting. His hands wrap around your waist, delicately gliding over your stomach as he continues fucking you, quietly. You let out the tiniest moan – it’s no more than a whispered breath, but it’s enough to prompt Javier to clap his hand over your mouth. “You want them to catch us?” he asks; an audible smile on his face.

You pry his hand away from your mouth. “Do you?” you retort. “Somethin’ in the way you’re smilin’ tells me you wouldn’t mind it.”

“Ay, ay, ay,” he chuckles before kissing the patch of sensitive skin behind your ear. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“Okay, they’re leaving,” Charles says, sighing a small sigh of relief and holstering his gun again.

Javier returns his hands to your hips and you bend forward a little more, gripping onto each side of the wagon. He speeds up again and spreads your legs wider with his foot. Your gut begins to whirl and flutter wildly and your breath escapes you as you try to speak. “I think – Oh God, I think…” you sigh. Javier’s grip on you tightens, his nails digging into your stomach as he holds onto you, and you can feel yourself coming.

“I can’t,” you tell Charles, shaking your head as your eyes well up from the overwhelming sensation that’s building in your gut. “I… Oh fuck, I can’t.”

Charles scoots forward, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly on the lips. “I want you to finish for him,” he nods.

“I… God,” you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and hanging your head in front of you, shaking it side-to-side deliriously as you come with Javier still deep inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter to yourself.

Javier chuckles gleefully as you unravel within his grasp, your legs beginning to tremble – threatening to give way underneath you. He holds you up, wrapping his arms around you to stop you from dropping to the ground and as you lean back into him, he reaches his peak too; filling you with hot spurts and grunting as he presses his lips to the back of your neck. He stays there for a few seconds with you still wrapped tightly -- and contracting rhythmically -- around his cock, making every tiny movement he makes feel that much bigger.

“Mierda… fuck,” he pants, his breath tickling the back of your neck as he laughs a little. He slowly and carefully pulls out and allows you to drop to the floor at the back of the wagon, turning your body and taking a seat on the grass with your back leant against the rear wheel. Javier uses his thumb to gather excess cum from the tip of his cock before wiping it on his jeans and tucking himself away. “I uh… I guess we’re going home empty-handed then,” he says, buttoning his jeans up and leaning against the back of the wagon on the other side of Charles, clutching at his chest as he tries to get his breath back.

“I guess so,” you smile, resting your head back against the wheel and closing your eyes.

There’s a brief pause where the only sound to be heard is the rushing water of the river and the three of you breathing heavily. “The guy back in Valentine was a drunk,” Charles confesses. “He was probably talking nonsense. I’d be surprised if he ever saw the inside of a hat box, let alone a treasure chest.”

“So you had us come all the way out here in the middle of the night, looking for gold that you knew probably wasn’t even out here to begin with?” Javier asks. You look up at the two men and Javier cracks a smile that turns into a loud snort of laughter. “You’re a son of a bitch, amigo,” he smiles, shaking his head.

“Hey, it’s not like you didn’t get anything out of it,” Charles reasons.

You give an embarrassed smile as the pair of them look down at you and you hide your face with your hand, bringing your knees up to your chest. “Don’t look at me like that,” you tell them, fighting the urge to crawl away under a nearby boulder.

“Come on,” Javier says, stepping towards you with his hand held out and helping you to your feet. “Let’s get you back to camp so you can go to sleep and forget all about it,” he smirks.

“Not much chance of that,” you tell him, stifling a yawn. “But I would appreciate a long nights sleep after that.”

Charles gets up and climbs over the back of the driver's seat as you button your shirt up and pull up jeans, watching Javier collect the blanket that you and Charles were sitting on earlier and roll it up under his arm. Climbing into the back of the wagon, you take a seat, dangling your legs over the back as Charles gets it moving slowly.

Javier follows after it, tossing the blanket into the wagon bed and taking the hand that you hold out for him to grab. You help him up onto the wagon and he sits next to you, dangling his own legs over the edge next to yours.

“Oh, you got some, uh… let me get it for you,” he says, wiping away a sticky white pearl from your thigh.

You look at him and shake your head, getting a brief look of amusement and a soft chuckle in return. “That’s never happening again,” you tell him. “So get that thought outta your head.”

“We’ll see,” he shrugs.

“No, we won’t,” you smile, biting your lip as he smiles back at you. “It’s me and Charles, no one else. That was a one-time thing.”

“Ay,” he smirks, resting his elbow up on the side of the wagon bed and looking out at the river as the wagon bounces over stones in the trail. “If you say so,” he mutters.

[moved-fromgallowsandgraves]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

 repost, don’t reblog !

 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

 FULL NAME. Adam Frankenstein

NICKNAME. Adam, mainly. He’ll answer to Frankenstein or Frankie without being annoyed or confused by the epithet, especially in supernatural-heavy verses.  

GENDER. Male

HEIGHT.  7’8”

AGE. Counting from his reanimation?

As of Jan 2020 – 230

ZODIAC. Post-reanimation: Scorpio/ Roster.  Before his death: Cancer/Pig  

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. All verses set in some version of our world – German, English, and French.  By 2020, if he’s been around since 1789, he adds, among others:

Russian, Greek, Latin, Italian, Cantonese, Spanish, Polish, and Irish.  He is able to read Sanskrit, also.   Other languages are even more verse-dependent.  Once he has access to resources that allow him to learn without having to spend months or years searching for native speakers if he wants to learn a language the people around him don’t speak, he adds at least one a decade.  If a friend’s preferred language is one he does not yet speak, and their culture is open to allowing outsiders to learn, that’s always the one he’ll prioritize.    

 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

 HAIR COLOR. Black

EYE COLOR. Blue

SKIN TONE. Pale

BODY TYPE.  Tall, thin

VOICE. Rich baritone.

DOMINANT HAND. Right

POSTURE. If around humans, a crouched, somewhat painful stance designed to make him look significantly shorter, without making it too obvious that it is design.  When he isn’t trying to hide what he is, he stands up straight, and his walk becomes significantly more graceful.  

SCARS. Y-shaped incision running down his chest; a few smaller scars (like a thin white line on his right hand) he had before his death; more scars from post-mortem surgery on his legs, arms, and shoulders.  Other serious injuries leave scars that may last for several years, but will eventually fade away.  Wounds received directly from powerful dark supernatural beings may not heal properly without medical or magical intervention, and can leave a more lasting mark.

TATTOOS. None

BIRTHMARKS. None

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Height, hair, inhuman movements  

 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

 PLACE OF BIRTH. Bavaria, in both lifetimes.

HOMETOWN. Ingolstadt, technically.

SIBLINGS. None, post-reanimation.  Had a younger sister, Aurora, before his death.

PARENTS. CREATOR.  Victor Frankenstein

 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

 OCCUPATION. Highly dependent on decade.  

CURRENT RESIDENCE. Also dependent on decade and verse.  ((Edit: Yes, I forgot to change this completely earlier from the person who tagged me, oops))

CLOSE FRIENDS. Verse/time dependent

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Technically widowed, though almost everyone would just assume single, as he doesn’t talk about past relationships.

FINANCIAL STATUS.  Incredibly poor as of 1789.  By 2020, he’s significantly wealthier than he lets on.

 DRIVER’S LICENSE. None

CRIMINAL RECORD. N/A

VICES. Envy, wrath, pride (in some ways), self-loathing (in others).  Can be bossy, too.

 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

 SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Biromantic demisexual.  (This is a little complicated.  I can explain more if anyone wants that.)

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch

LIBIDO. low

TURN ON’S. Intelligence, compassion, loyalty.  In the bedroom, assertiveness (to say the least tbh)

TURN OFF’S. Cruelty, degrading/humiliating others

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Can be difficult for a potential lover, especially if human, to convince him they truly want him.  Falls in love relatively quickly but will not confess his love unless he is certain such a declaration will at least not be met with disgust.  He expects most romantic love to be unrequited, but does not see or treat friendships as any less valuable for that.  When single, Adam is perfectly willing to have a fling with almost anyone who makes it clear they want him, as long as 1) they are either single or in an open relationship 2) he doesn’t think they’re out to hurt/embarrass him, and 3) he doesn’t fear they’d be hurt if it didn’t progress into anything more. For Adam, whether he’s attracted to them or not is irrelevant.        

 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

 HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading, drawing, inventing, nature hikes, caring for animals, linguistics

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Right, but fairly balanced

PHOBIAS. Monophobia, Agoraphobia (as of 2020, he may handle it well, but being in crowds in situations he can’t escape is definitely still anxiety-provoking!)

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Ranges from high to extremely low depending on the task at hand.  He is confident in his mental and physical abilities, but anything social is another story.

VULNERABILITIES.  Physical appearance, fear of isolation

 TAGGED BY: @soongtypefrankenstein​

TAGGING: @wrongarmofthelaw​, @itevenhasawatermark​, @ofstrangevariety​, @mysticandskepticmuses​ if she wants to do this for anybody, @allexplodejustthesame, anyone else who wants to!

[bananasofthorns]

Here’s a new link because I forgot to add tags to the other post and by now that link has expired oops

Edit: I’m a dumbass and the link expired but it’s fixed now (@bad-days-and-beautiful-nights)