#finally got around to answering this! woop woop

[proton-selfships]

how aboutttt fire, electric and poison for the ask game?? :3

Pokémon Themed Selfship Game

Thank you, @ectoplasmer and @mahitoslittlebird!

[Fire]: Who’s the better chef between you and your F/O? Do you ever cook together? If so, what’s your favorite dish to make?

I'm not too shabby at cooking the few dishes I have in rotation, but I think Laurel would be the better cook! Just look at the delicate way she handles the pipette when working with the nightshade, you can't tell me she wouldn't be a master in the kitchen as well!

I feel like I end up getting a headstart on cooking when I get home before she closes up her flower shop for the day, but depending on how early she finishes she'll join me in the kitchen! ...And get pretty touchy-feely with me, which does get me flustered but also distracts me from the food I'm trying to make for us >///<

When we cook together, my favorites are either pork fried rice, baked chicken, or on special occasions my family's cheesy potato recipe! (All ones I'm good at, but hey, I'm a picky eater who likes simple stuff and I've gotten better at the stuff I like!)

[Ice]: It’s starting to snow! What do you and your f/o plan on doing? Do you go sledding? Build a snowman? Or do you guys stay inside to keep warm?

I always used to love going sledding when the hills would get covered with snow, but there doesn't seem to be all that many hills around the Gates Mansion, so we'd probably end up appreciating the snow from inside while snuggling under a blanket and sipping tea or cocoa together! That is, until the kids enter our lives, then we go out of our way to find a place for them to go sledding!

[Electric]: When did you realize that you were in love with your f/o? When did they realize that they were in love with you?

(This is speaking in-universe and in-character as my S/I, but it has parallels to the period of denial I had before I started shipping, too!)

I had a near immediate crush on Laurel because of how blatantly My Type she was, and how nice she was, and the way that we seemed to click right away as fellow outsiders in a space that was supposed to be for outsiders... Though, of course, I didn't realize at the time that she was deliberately playing that up so she could manipulate me for her own ends more easily.

I didn't realize I was well and truly in love with her until after I learned the truth about who she was and what she'd done to me, when I realized that I couldn't give up on her no matter how hard I tried. ...When I realized how much of myself I still saw in her, as someone else who didn't really belong anywhere. And when I admitted that what I wanted more than anything was a future with her by my side.

Laurel went through a similar realization. She was drawn to me for similar reasons, but told herself that it was because I could be used as a tool for her goals. Maybe in the very beginning that was true, but at a point, she had to admit that her decisions not to manipulate me into doing anything too bad and to protect me from the crusade she wanted to go on couldn't be justified by pragmatics anymore. Wednesday confronting the inconsistencies in her story about why she didn't have me kill anyone was the final straw that made her admit to herself that she'd been in love with me the whole time, and her first public display of that fact was when she stepped in to save me from a meltdown.

[Poison]: Who’s the better caretaker in your relationship and how do you help each other when one of you is sick?

Laurel's the better caretaker, by far. I want to be doting to her in return but honestly the Mommy Energy is just too strong with this woman, I could never beat that. Plus there's the fact that she knows so much more about remedies using her plants or what tea to have me drink to alleviate specific symptoms! I do like to cook something nice and warm for her when she isn't feeling well, though.

And of course, as long as we're not too contagious, we'll both offer each other plenty of snuggles! Or hell, probably even if we are contagious. Some things are worth getting sick for lmao

[caeslxys]

What didn't gel for you with the ritual? Was it how Delilah is still... kinda around? Or how the characters reacted?

The Delilah thing has me concerned but I felt it was an overall positive for Laudna, and I'm just curious of your thoughts!

oh I'm actually elated delilah is still around, if she were perma-gone I would've honestly had more problems with it 💀

not because it isn't a wonderful thing for laudna! it is! I'm so happy she has more control over her life and choices!! she deserves it so much!!

but. as someone deeply invested in that narrative. that its been built up for about 100 episodes (I believe it was 4, when delilah was first officially revealed?) and was (semi-)concluded in a ritual that took less than an hour to complete, that they discovered less than a full game ago, and that they proceeded to then not talk about at all in any significant way was deeply disappointing. a culmination that should have been this massive emotional upheaval fell overall flat to me bc of how rushed it felt.

But that's just me! and some of it was my own expectations and my own distaste for the pinion as a solution since well before they realized that's what it could be. but at least she's still there! so it's not truly over yet!

[flymmsy]

Nasty Durgetash request that I can’t get out of my head: Gortash ass fucking Durge and wants them to admit they love getting fucked by the cock of Bane.

Filling this one with a f!Durge because I had a specific idea for it - (Typically try to do gender-neutral for requests, but anon if you had something else in mind feel free to resubmit!) You know how I said I think Durgetash fucks both sweetly and nasty? Yea this is one of the nasty times.

All of the requests will not be this long but uhhhh this one got out of hand WOOPS (~1.6 k Word Count)

Warnings/tags: anal, dub-con (ish? Borders on more classic toxic durgetash practices but tagging just in case – durge wants it though), rough sex, choking, slapping, spitting, dom!gortash, sub!durge, dirty talk, name calling, spanking, fingers in mouth, hair pulling. 18+

“Harder,” she demanded, writhing beneath him. Enver felt her nails drag down his back again, retracing earlier welts and drawing fresh blood.

They had been at this for hours. Durge had burst into his study mid-meeting, scaring the patriar he had been negotiating with half to death with her visage. She was drenched in blood. It had taken quick thinking on his part to rush towards her, pushing her out of the door of the study with all of the urgency of someone tending to their severely wounded friend. He had called for ‘help’, but when the nearest servant arrived, he instructed them to see the patriar out while he dealt with an ‘emergency.’ He hadn’t been able to tell whether he was dragging Durge to his bedchamber, or if she was dragging him, but he wanted to get her out of sight as quickly as possible. When the door shut closed behind them, he had begun to ask What were you thinking?, which was quickly interrupted with Durge’s mouth crashing onto his own.

He never did get the answer to his question – Durge had been relentless all night, frantic even. It was unlike her, even at the height of her Urge. She clearly did not want to talk – she wanted to fuck. The sting left by her nails tore a groan from his throat, and he hastened his thrusts. They were both sticky with sweat at this point, the air in the room heavy and filled with musk.

Durge growled beneath him before digging her nails deeper into his back. “Harder,” she demanded again, and the lewd slapping sound of their joining grew louder with his effort. Enver closed his hand around her throat, pressing down hard and using her own body as leverage to fuck deeper into her. Despite this, she growled in displeasure again only moments later.

“Wha - ” Enver began, only to be cut off by a hard slap across his face. He scoffed, halting his thrusts and turning back to Durge with a scowl. She was clearly furious that he had stopped, rolling her hips in defiance. He went to grab her wrists, but she was a flurry beneath him, fighting his grip.

“Enough!” he commanded, finally pinning her wrists to his bed. She met his ferocity, venom and disgust in her voice.  

“I said fuck me harder, Banite.”

And then she spit in his face.

He instantly stilled. A wave of rage flashed through him, but in a moment, it had been replaced by a powerful, assured calm. He met her gaze – seeing a spark in her eyes light as she realized she had successfully melted away her Enver and replaced him with Lord Gortash, Chosen of Bane.

“Well, now you’ve done it,” his voice was rough and low, but even-toned. He pulled out of her and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. She instinctively moved to get on her knees, but a firm hand pushed her down to meet the bed again. When she pushed up against the hand, he doubled down on the pressure and connected his other hand to her ass in a harsh slap.

“You interrupt my negotiations,” he punctuated each of her transgressions with another slap to her ass, “demand my attention like some petulant child, use my cock like a bitch in heat for some immature avoidance –”

At that one, she snarled and attempted to lift herself up again. He tsked, shifting his full body weight to bear down on her.

“ – and act like an ungrateful whore all evening. Now behave.”  He dipped two fingers into her wet cunt, pulling a satisfied hum from her mouth. He eased his pressure on her slightly to lean back, bringing his other hand to rest on her ass. He spread her, watching for a few moments as her cunt greedily swallowed his fingers, waiting. As soon as she whined for more, he had the excuse he wanted.

“I warned you. Now, here’s a lesson for you.” Before she even had time to react, he slipped a slick finger into her asshole. She gasped in surprise, jolting beneath him for a moment before another smack to her ass reminded her of her required obedience. He spread her further, adding another finger into her asshole.

He had thought of taking her in the ass many times before, had spilled into his own hand at the idea of her body delighting in the painful stretch around him, but they had never really discussed the concept. But now, she had pissed him off, and he was inclined to take what he wanted while bringing her to heel.

When he added a third finger, a guttural noise escaped her throat, and his cock twitched as he watched her fists tightly grasp the bedsheets. She received a few more pulses of his fingers before he pulled them out. Fully leaning over her body now, he brought his other hand to grasp her by the hair while he shoved the three fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her ass.

“Suck,” he demanded, and she complied, much to his delight. He worked her mouth with his fingers, shoving them deeper and deeper until she was an appropriately slobbering mess. He released her then, leaning back up to return his attention to her ass.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he taunted, slapping the head of his cock against her asshole a few times before finally pushing in. She choked back a cry, and he moaned in response. He was slow to enter her the first time, but not for her benefit – he enjoyed the languid stretch of her ass around his cock as he sank deeper. When he had finally managed to bottom out, he grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise and began to thrust punishingly.

It was heinously blissful. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, using it as leverage to furiously pound into her ass. Head pulled back, her cries grew even louder, which spurred him on even more. The drag of her ass against his cock was intoxicating, and it was not long before he felt his climax begin to build.

He dragged her back up against his body by her hair, bringing her back flush against his chest as he continued his thrusts. His arms snaked around her to keep her upright, one hand closing around her neck while the other began to circle her clit. She tried to cry out, but the pressure of his hand captured the sound in her throat.

“Who do you belong to?” his face was practically pressed against her ear. She moaned, and he loosened his grasp on her throat to allow her to speak.

“Bhaal,” she spit out, and his grip immediately retightened.

“Try again,” he growled into her ear, “Whose cock is in your ass?”

She attempted to speak several times before he loosened his grip again. “Yours,” she choked out, gasping for breath.

“True enough, you are a whore for my cock,” he smirked, allowing himself to press a kiss against her neck, “But its more than just that, Bhaalspawn.”

He threw her back down on the bed and renewed his brutal pace.

“You love getting fucked by the cock of the Black Lord,” he mocked, and when he was met only with heavy silence, he laughed cruelly.

“Say it,” he commanded, smacking her ass again.  

“No,” she managed between her gasps.

“Say it!” Another smack.

“I-“

“Louder.”

“I love ge-“

“Louder!”

“I love getting fucked by the cock of Bane,” she choked out in a loud sob.

“Yes,” he hissed, his entire body lighting up in response.

“I love getting fucked by your filthy Banite cock,” she continued, unprompted, and at that he could feel his balls begin to tighten. He hummed in appreciation, the insult only emphasizing her subjugation.

“You see,” he began speaking between harsh thrusts, “it is - to our mutual benefit - when you behave -  Bhaalspawn.”

His hips began to stutter as his pace became frantic and uneven.

“Beg me for it,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he gave her ass a final slap. She whined beneath him, and just when he thought he would have to be firm with her again, she mewled in compliance.

“Please spill into my ass.”

It sent him over the edge instantly. He came inside her ass with violent shudders, and he felt her own orgasm hit her ferociously. He thrust shallowly as he rode out his high, gasping for breath.

When he opened his eyes, his grip on her hips immediately softened. She was shaking, her own breathing only just beginning to regulate. Worry flashed through him for a moment but quickly subsided – he learned long ago that his Bhaalspawn could handle most anything thrown her way. She was his favorite toy he could never break.  

He allowed her a moment, rubbing circles into her hips. Sure enough, she rose before long to curl back against his chest as before, but this time his embrace was far more tender. She snaked a hand behind his head to give herself leverage to look at him – her body was finally loose, and she smiled with wicked abandon. Still, he couldn’t help but feel something was off, a sense of desperation that had not quite evaporated.

“You’re going to get me disowned,” she laughed shallowly while shrugging.

“What Father doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he smirked, expecting one of her usual retorts.

Instead, she furrowed her brow and closed her eyes, for fear of spilling their truth.

[h3arts4harry]

- impulse -

warning: impulsive decisions, hair dye, tattoos, swearing, idk this is just a fun one

11:28am

Every day, there was a new change in the Sturniolo household. It wasn't due to the triplet boys living there though. It was Chris's girlfriend of 3 years, y/n. Y/n was very impulsive, to say the least.

"morning baby" chris softly whispers against my cheek, snuggling behind me in our bed. "..hi" I mumble, still half asleep. "me, nick and matt are going to be out all day sorting some final things for tour, so we'll be back a little late okay?" the boy says quietly before placing a few gentle kisses around my temple, "mhm" I hum, slowly drifting back off to sleep. "I love you" I feel the smile from the brunette boy on my skin before he moves back away and off the bed, heading to the bedroom door to leave. a small "Iloveyoutoo" is heard as he shuts the door behind him, his smile not budging.

2:43pm

I woke up around two hours ago and all I've done is mindlessly scroll through tiktok. waking up without chris' warmth next to me is the worst, I just want to be able to turn around and hold and cuddle him, but I can't because he's not here.

Before I get to upset about the absence next to me, I decide that I'm not going to stay in bed all day and that I'm going to do something productive. I have no clue yet what im exactly going to do but i have a whole list of ideas springing to my head and I'm fully debating ticking off each and everything off it. the idea that stands out the most to me tho is dying my hair. I've been wanting to do it for a while now, and I just never did because nick said i should wait a bit longer to prevent damaging it to bad. but now its been long enough so today I'm actually going to do it and surprise chris.

I get dressed in a pair of baggy, blue jeans and a plain black tube top and head upstairs. I go to grab my water bottle that I have an unhealthy attachment to from the cupboard and realise I used it last night, so I quickly run back to mine and chris' shared room, picking up the nearly empty bottle and go back upstairs to refill it. i grab my bag, chris' car keys, and my grey hoodie, pulling it over my head as i walk down the stairs to the garage.

i drive to the nearest store that sells hair dye. i pull in, park, grab my bag and walk in. I stroll through the aisle, staring at the countless coloured boxes debating which one i should do, then my eyes fall onto one colour that stands out. i snatch the box of the self, looking at the colour closer, and my heart immediately decides this is the one. it's a vibrant teal blue, 'almost a mix of blue and green' I think to myself as i grab one more box and head to the checkout, wondering through the snack aisle and accidentally filling the basket with a bunch of snacks. woops.

4:13pm

As I walk into the bathroom and place the two boxes of hair dye down, my phone starts to ring. my baby<33. "hey baby" i immediately say after swiping to answer his call. "hi ma, when did you wake up?" his soft voice speaks through the speakers of my phone. "a couple of hours ago, although i only got up an hour or so ago" i answer opening the first box of dye. "oh yea" his giggle has always been one of my favourite sounds, i could listen to his laugh forever. "what are you doing now?" he asks, possibly hearing the careless noise of me getting the bottles ready. "nothing really, just sat in our room" i lie, he can normally tell when I'm lying, but i guess not this time. or at least he's not calling me out on it. "oh okay, i was just calling cause i wanted to hear your voice, me, matt, and nick just had one of the most boring meetings of our entire life i swear to god-" he starts to ramble as i start to lather the vibrant colour over my head, mumbling a few small responses so he knows I'm still listening to him.

Right as I finish covering my entire head with the blue dye, chris also finishes talking about the meetings they've had and are about to go to. "I miss you chris. how long until you're done for the day?" I ask, sitting down on our bed, being careful not to lean my head on anything. "I'll be home soon, baby, only two more meetings and ill be on my way. and I miss you more, I've spent all day thinking 'bout ya" he replies back, "hm", I hum. "what? already? okay, one sec," I hear mumbled through the phone, "ma, I've gotta go, nick said our next meeting is about to start, but ill be home before y'know it, okay? I love you, gorgeous." "okay, I love you, to baby." I end the call.

an hour later, the dye is washed out, and my hair is now dry. I examined it in the mirror. maybe I should cut it too?

7:32pm

"hey, baby, we're home!" I hear chris yell from the garage downstairs. I'm lying, cuddled up with a weighted blanket on the sofa. I'm also wearing one of chris' hoodies, with the hood up so no one can see the new change to my appearance yet. "hi bub, I'm up here" I say loud enough for him to hear me. as soon as I hear the running up the stairs, chris is already turning the corner heading towards me. he walks over and practically lies on top of me, "watching house again, hm? what's this now your hundredth time rewatching this?" he mumbles with a chuckle, "mhm, chase just kissed the nine year old. ion think that part will ever not shock me." I hum, returning the small laugh, my eyes only moving from the tv when I see his hand reaching up to move the hood. before he even touches the hood he sits straight up "what the fuck did you do?" he says with a huge smile on his face. this caught matt and nicks attention from the kitchen. "yo, what's going on?" matt questioned. i look around at each of the boys before pulling my hood down to reveal the vibrant blue over my head. "OH MY GOD?" nick almost screeches in surprise. "I'm not even that surprised anymore, looks good y/n." matt laughs, used to my random impulsive acts. I just look at chris for his reaction, but he's still looking at me with his goofy smile, god, I love that smile, "chris?" "you look so fucking good ma." he just stares at it for a moment, "its almost like a mix of blue and green" he says moving back over to lay with me. "so you like it?" i ask quietly, "i love it" a smirk pinching at his cheeks, "i love you" i smile planting a kiss on the corner of his lips. "i love you too ma."

I gasp with a thought, "whassup?" chris looks up at me, "we all should go get matching tattoos" I rush my speaking, looking at each boy. "now?" matt asks, looking at the time on his phone. 8:01pm. "hell yea, it'll be funnn, cmonn pleasseee" i just about start begging before they all agree. We all head downstairs, and get into chris' car, me in the passenger next to chris, matt and nick in the back.

On the way, we talk about what we should get. We probably ran through a million ideas but we kept thinking back to one idea matt had. It was to each have one of the little symbols from a deck of cards, clubs♣, diamonds♦, hearts♥, and spades♠. He said it was reflecting on our Friday game night, and our favourite game being cards. I instantly loved it, but we brainstormed other ideas just in case. But that's what we landed on.

We each took turns going in, getting our tattoos, not showing anyone until we all had them. nick and matt went first, then chris and I. When we came out, we just admired how cool it was. I got the clubs, chris got the hearts, matt got the spades, and nick got the diamonds. We all got them on the side of our wrists. We asked the tattoo artist if she could take a photo of our tattoos for us before we wrapped them up, and she said, of course she would. While she took the photo, chris spoke up, a smile on his face, wrapping his untatted arm around my waist, "we should join in on your impulsive actions more often, huh?"

NOTE: y/n in this is quite literally just me icl, my hair changes colour more times than I leave the house I swr😔

i knoww its a short one mb on that part BUTTT im getting back on the grinddddd, or atleast I hope I am. im trying🙏🙏

THANK YOU FOR READING AND AS ALWAYS FEEDBACK IS FOREVER APPRECIATEDDD <33333

I LOVE YOU HOES

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[virocci]

おはよう　みなさん！ welcom back to the blog ppls

i figured i should do a life update once more since its been a good while.

firstly,

i think i wanna try speaking more japanese, im learning it with my school rn and ik that i understand and can speak quite a bit. its just i forget vocab so easily :,) maybe ill start tryna speak/test more in my blog posts :>

game segment *woosh woosh super cool transition*

i bought the $30 season pass for strinova hehe. i went level like 85-87 and then bought it and gave me and extra 25 to complete the battle pass :> idk if im gonna go ahead and do that again, it all depnds what in the pass and if i feel that ill be able to finish it :,)

i also pulled THE HERTA in hsr :> (my last post) but i speant all my stellar jades on her which is soooo sad. i was planning to get jade for her if i got herta early... but i didnt :( i think ill try to farm for jades and to see if i can pull jade :> i reeeeeeally wanna build a herta team hehe. i also still havent built sunday yet... or rappa for that matter. i think one day ill have to sit down and js do allll my grinding lol

also, i havent acc rll touched zzz since i completed the event but ive been feeling and itch to log again so maybe ill do that. im saving to get the vtuber girls and they supposedly are supposed to come out in march SO I REEEEALLY gotta be saving HARD.

also miku in fortnite. i legit downloaded fortnite JUST for miku and am acc lowk thinking abt buying her skin lol. only problem is that both of skins is like 4.6K vbucks and if I were to buy it id need to spend 50$ and i cant rlly afford to do that rn :(

ive also gotten like 10-ish hours into persona 5 :> the point to when your exploring the second castle. :D im reeeeally enjoying the game so far AND I CANT WAIT FOR FUTABA.

game segament done *super cool silly woop woop transition*

this next two weeks i have aaaaall my finals so iv been studying super hard. this friday i have my grade 12 math final exam and omggg im have been studying HARRD. I AM LOCKED IN FRFR. i rlly hope i do well so i atleast wont have to redo the exam when i do the course again :>

also eggrolls (the g u y, refer to past posts lol), COMPLETELY turned away from me when i went to see a friends that has lunch on the same floor w/ him. theres a whole group of ppl there and he eat w/ those ppl since his gf is there. And, my friend wasn't there so i was tryna ask someone ik we she was, and i looked to eggrolls for a minute (HE COMPLETLY avoided me btw) and HIS GF answered saying my friend isnt eating there anymore (or today idk what she said). but either way i found it kinda funny. idk if i mentioned this but i ended up never following him back on his public account, i js thought he didnt deserve it :) also there was a day we were doing some activity in class and he tried asking me for answers, i js pretended i didnt hear him and didnt move (there was also a group around his desk/behind me so it was plausable i didnt hear him) and i feel kinda proud of myself for not budging.

also there was a day during winter break i saw people from my old school when i was out with wifey 2. they were two guys who bullied me and were just assholes to me back in 8th grade. they just made fun of me for watching stuf like gacha and anime (listen i was in a phase back then) and also for wanting to dress more alternativly. acc, everyone in my class would say i was weird cause i wanted to dress differently and less basic (if i may say). that day i was wearing like a SCRUMPTIOUS fit. and after we saw them, i felt so proud of myself for being able to prove them wrong. like it felt so satisfying showing the ppl who put me down for being myself and prove that i executed it SO WELL.

anyways, i believe thats it for now :) i think another life update will have to come after exam unfortuanelty :(\

side note... if anyone actually sees this and reads this its kinda just a public journal :3 i feel i should be documenting more things that happen to me so this is my way of doing so. either way id still appreciate some interaction... i like seein ppl listen to what i havce to say :3

here is a yummy song for chu since you read allllll that :3

[steve0discusses]

Ep 46 Pt 1: Zorc’s Massive Low Hanging Fruit

We are getting very close! I don’t actually...remember how many episodes there were in this season but listen, It can’t possibly be more than 50 right?

Right?

Anyway, we’re starting off in the battle basement in Yami’s tomb. Who, of course has a battle basement installed right outside of his final resting place, just like how he would have wanted.

And it’s here that the form of Bakura that the dub is telling me is Ryou wants to kill his own classmate. Which, I’ll just point it out since a couple people mentioned it, apparently the manga did not do this nor did the original Japanese version. The dub just made this Ryou for giggles. We already know Bakura can split into evil pieces, this was not necessary. We also know that Ryou is sleeping on those painful steppies, so this doesn’t make much logical sense.

But like we’re watching the dub right now, so sorry, everybody, this is Ryou. Ryou on a bad day, I guess. Dark Ryou. Not to be confused with Shadow Ryou, who is...that other freaking guy.

Yugi just upset that he forgot to bring his dueling disk to a dream universe in the past or whatever. Must feel naked without that thing stinking up his left arm and making that school blazer all wrinkly. Bro is telling me that Yugi should have one really big arm, kind of like trogdor.

(read more under the cut)

the one thing that does make sense with making this Ryou is a little bit of symbolic imagery. Ryou talks about how he doesn’t have friends anymore in the beginning of this arc, and we can assume it’s because he’s decided to step away from other people because of the ghost in his bean. In contrast, Yugi has all these friends he cursed to like him (woops), and for whom he just risked his whole life for, and for whom he didn’t learn the Pharaoh’s name that he needed in order to save all of mankind.

Which, for reals, Tea and Joey are such good buds, that he really did just end the world to save their ass, and that is pretty anime of him.

But Tea gets very nervous over whether or not Yugi was going to perma-die. It would be very awkward if he died, since he’s also the host of this puzzle which is she is currently stuck inside of. Though I’m not 100% on if it’s even possible for him to die here. Little bit of a chicken or the egg situation, which I may have brought up before.

But still, she’s worried about it.

Which is when Joey does a quick head count and go “WAIT WAIT"

(the show does not show us where Tristan is)

Back at Kul Elna, everything is very quickly falling apart. Rocks are falling from the sky, Pharaoh is back at the capital with Seto and the other Seto, and Karim helllllllllllllla died last episode (or 2 episodes ago? I have such bad memory nowadays) so we’re just gonna leave his corpse in the barn and go.

sorry I just took in the incredible abs on this oversized chess piece that is Hassad. 

Why bother? Like for reals why bother?

I have so many questions about this random guy and his character design and they will not get answered. Apparently Dark Side of Dimensions dives into it as well as other unresolved issues from this season but like, that’s for another time. We will be watching that later, and at my rate it’ll be like 5 years from now but I swear...unless I caught covid a second (third?) time we will eventually get there and find out the deal of this...this freakin guy.

Meanwhile, our story boarders are not finished flexing. I think they really enjoyed this particular episode, with this really fun composition around Bakura here. They LOVE to shred scenery with Bakura on this carving, and there are so many good shots where it’s like a comic cover. I mean, look at this:

Damn that’s a good idea. This composition is fun. You got the curves from this...pokemon that I forgot the name of... you got him dead center all strong and rigid to contrast the curves. You got purple and green clouds. It’s fun. If y’all ever want to do the “draw this anime still but in your style” this is a good still. Good stuff.

And then Bakura peaces off--no idea where, and it doesn’t really matter since we have like so many Bakura’s at this point. Lets just assume he’s everywhere.

And with that, the ground gives way to the ZORC within.

This ultimate being, Zorc, who we’ve been talking up for so many episodes.

And that’s when we find out Isis also left out another crucial detail about Zorc:

So listen. We can say that the...neck...of the snake is coming out of his lower stomach. But also, they left it in shadow for a reason. 

The reason is, this episode is getting me flagged.

It occurred to me I don’t have to go for the low hanging fruit. I don’t have to. I can find a way around this. And I struggled. And I did whatever I, a full grown adult, could think to do. I thought to myself, I am a creative person, and I am inventive and I can write comedy well enough so it’s not just about poops and butts and dicks.

And then I gave up because of the number of times this thing is dead center on screen. And really, truly, I make a lot of low hanging jokes on this blog anyway so we’re just going to embrace Zorc for who he really is, both inside and outside.

And he is a slowly growing talking dragon shaped penis with legs.

Covered up by my joke towel in this scene I want you to know the snake just had it’s maws wide open to shout them down. It literally does only talk out of the dragon head on the bottom part of him.

Anyway, then Hassan jumps in front of the missiles zorc shoots from his crotch and well...he dies that way.

Death by firecrotch. This is like an immortal God meant to be the protector of the Pharaohs but you can kill him and the way how is disgusting.

There they go, back to the palace, which like, I guess is VERY close to Kul Elna, since Yami and Seto are currently vibing there right now.

Back at fight club, these two are still at it.

and then back at the funeral of the most romantic anime death of all time, Seto is still at it.

Seto, despite probably having to throw just SO MANY funerals for his tragic backstory is not very good at them. So right now he’s just distancing himself emotionally from literally everything going on around him by convincing himself this is all a very vivid hallucination.

Which it is. For once he is correct, this entire arc is a hallucination, but a hallucination with consequences. Which he is not used to. Hell he doesn’t see consequences when he’s not in a hallucination half the time. He’s like super rich.

Yami decides he did what he can, but he’s done with this freakin guy. I guess trying to reach through to Seto is a skill that only Yugi possesses, cuz Yami is just clear out of patience for this sociopath. Which is a shame, he usually loves this sociopath.

I laughed out loud at this cut to this horse’s ass and Seto’s reaction to being left behind from getting a ride the one time he was the one who needed a ride.

LMAO at the dub for adding that suspicious soil clump where a dead girlfriend probably was laying before.

but being real, this is another very nice shot, I didn’t cap it for vibes, and I really should have. Again, if you’re looking for a “draw this in your style” anime still challenge, this is another fun one. You got a juxtaposition of old and new. You got the storytelling of the dead girlfriend and trying to understand feelings you don’t understand because you were taught to never love. You got lovely ancient pillars. You got a clump of dirt that used to be a girl...

Like we may have dragged Seto’s ass back here, just to make him look cool and out of place in that coat as the wind sweeps by him. And that’s fine, I’ll accept that Seto this season may only be here for some vibes.

As he admires her slowly breathing (yes, breathing, thanks dub) he flashes back to that only time he every had a single conversation with this woman (a conversation they had, only because she thought he was someone else)

And off he goes, to look cool and probably do little else.

And as always, here is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[im-suchanicegirl]

I finally have my m&g picture so i guess it’s time to talk about the shows eh?

More below, it’s gonna be long.

MONTRÉAL

Because @pastlink, her friends and @fredv0mjupiter arrived early, @chaotic-gingey and I were able to jump the line, not without some people complaining. Yeah yeah i know, not the best thing, but we were working, not lounging.

We managed to be front row on the Daniel² side and despite my nemesis on my left that I’ve talked about, we were well placed. The crowd was rowdy but nothing compared to what it would be for Electric Callboy.

I about lost my shit when they arrived on stage and I’m not sure if it’s from the build up from months of waiting (tickets were bought in feb.!) or to be so close to them.

Snagged some nice pictures:

Then during arrow of love, @chaotic-gingey and I did the 🫶🏼 like the Daniel² and they pointed at us (thanks @pastlink ❤️).

Then the show ended and i almost got into a fist fight with my nemesis and went back home.

NYC

We arrived relatively early as it was @chaotic-gingey ‘s turn to choose our side and she wanted to be on Pascal’s side but sat down. We are too old.

Around 5 we walked to the front of the venue and she was wondering who was keeping them late and joking it was probably Kevin talking too much… until she turned around and saw Nico strolling in with Janel from Conquer Divide, a big cup of ice cream in hand. Her face was hilarious.

Tank came to see us and the other group that had won and led us downstairs. We were waiting in between two rooms and all we could see was Pascal standing awkwardly in the room and my friend talking to me in French about her not trying to freak out. Again, 10/10 sighting of her face.

We were finally let inside and David gave us a big hug, followed by Nico, Pascal and Kevin. The Daniel² were missing and I didn’t want to say anything but i was sad. I finally The Pink Mumu ™ coming in and Daniel said hi and gave us a hug.

David then gave us water bottle and we spoke with them but it’s still so ahhhhhhhh in my brain that i keep forgetting and remembering stuff.

- Kevin was very shocked that we drove from Montreal and we explained that it was as long as Toronto

- he didn’t understand my accent when I said we were going to see Bad Omens and he kept being like ‘who’s Ban Akron…’ until i managed to be understood. Woops.

- Kevin kept calling donkeys ‘horses’ and Nico would correct him like ‘it’s donkeys. They’re donkeys.’ And wow, if that isn’t me with @chaotic-gingey

- I’m sorry if I’m pretty much only remembering my exchsnges with kevin ok? He was right next to me and looking me in the eyes.

- I said I was from Italy and he started explaining the places they played there and how much he loved it

- he somehow knew the small French village my dad was in before moving here as its close to germany??

- He laughed when I said i was the one with the German sign and all the guys started laughing too at it. Making them laugh= goal

- he asked me what else i knew in German. This little shit was expecting something nasty or swear words and my brain just went ‘ich spreche kleine Deutsch’ (i speak a little German), to which the guys ‘hmmhmm’

- kevin praised my grammar and my accent and give me a minuuuuuute Im gonna throw myself in ice

- they said they’d love to tour with different bands and i was surprised by the answers they gave. They also talked about bad experiences with some bands

- Kevin: i dont want to badmouth bands […] so the band *** they did that. Nico: oh yeah and that band […] did this i wanted to go home. I wanted to die as one of them is one of my favorite band and he felt so bad but thats ok. ‘Maybe they had a bad day’ as he said

- he agreed my cat made us win the video. Thank you Gustave ❤️

- i somehow placed i was sad because i wanted to see Danskimo and they were very apologetic, saying he was sick. I understood of course but it would be just my luck haha.

- i gave them their bracelets before the picture and entrusted (pascal or kevin?) with Danskimo’s bracelets and the ugly shirt i had which had SPC vibes.

- one if the bracelet had fuckboi written on it and i said it was because i saw someone stole it from one of the conquer divide girls.

- nico the little shit proudly showed me his arm with the bracelet 🙃😂

- pascal took his bracelet and went ‘hehehe… fuckboi’

- then we took the picture and Kevin kept pulling me closer to him and Daniel and ihhhhhh yep.

- hugs. David big. Kevin bigger. Brain went brrr

There isn’t much to say for the show except Kevin and Danskimo were both wearing my bracelets and it made my day.

I love these idiots. CANT wait to see them again😭❤️

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: " what are we celebrating? " / nick and trinity delivering drinks to the girls??

the girls were chatting excitedly amongst themselves at one of the booths in the boys' club, exchanging phones to look at pictures they'd taken of each other -- the three of them were all dolled up and ready for a fun night out of dancing and celebrating kass and trin making it through their first semester. but that wasn't all, kassy had put in their drinks order and got them all virgin drinks which nick had raised a brow at.

when he finally came to deliver the drinks, trin looked up shyly at him with a small smile, bouncing in the booth a little, excited with how cute the drinks were. and what are we celebrating? he asked her as he gave them their drinks, kassy eagerly taking hers from him to take a sip. "oh! well kassy and i finishing our first---no, sorry, surviving our first semester in law," she told him with a smile and a playfully exasperated sigh, before adding as she wrapped her arm around octavia and hugged her against her side, nuzzling her cheek against her, "and celebrating octavia being three months sober!"

kassy wooped and cheered, raising her glass as the other two did so, the three clinking them together before kassy leaned forward over the table, taking her best friends hand, "we love you girl and we're so proud of you!! right nick?" she asked, poking at his side which had trin giggle as she took another sip. "yeah! maybe you're so proud that these drinks could be on the house?" trin dared to suggest which had the other two girls exchange looks before they beamed brighter at him. kassy rested her chin on her hand as she batted her lashes at him.

his groan and exasperated roll of his eyes was a good enough answer for the girls, cheering happily even if kassy knew he was just going to add it to their never ending tab. "thank you nick!" trin called to him as he headed back to the bar before the three desolved into laughter. "you guys better hurry up and finish your drinks though, the dance floor is callingggg usssss."

[awful-roffle]

Woops! *gets back into starbound and hops on the Fic Train about my ocs again* now with new crewmates <3

---

“Hey, Captain?” Lyra spoke hesitantly, the drones and creaks of the ship nearly overpowering her voice.

“Yep?” The humanoid rodent spoke, biting on a piece of wire before shoving it back into the generator. Another voice piped up from the bathroom, a distinctive ‘NO!’ as the lights flickered. Another ‘I JUST FIXED THAT!’ filled the air shortly after. The captain shrugged and brushed off his shirt, turning his full attention to the doctor.

“...The other day... when we were in the Outpost... someone asked if you were in the Protectorate... and you seemed weird about that…” A brief pause lingered before she finished her thought, “What did you do before you were a captain?” An awkward smile passed over her tired features. Her hands fidgeted in front of her, yanking her lab coat ever tighter as the conversation continued.

Phzi blinked at that, then scoffed. “Oh you know. Academy things. Saaaaaaving the wooooorld....” He motioned his arms in an exaggerated motion in the air as if punctuating his thought.

“But you…” Lyra’s word drifted off as Alexis came storming down the ladder, lightly whacking Phzi with a screwdriver before beginning to fix the generator herself. Lyra cleared her throat. “You don’t exactly seem the ‘saving the world’ type.”

“Because saving the world’s for pansies and peacekeepers. Of which I am neither.” Phzi quipped and pulled himself up the ladder in one quick motion. He stuck his head back down the hatch to look at her, “Trust me doll, don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

“...But I do want answers!” Lyra protested as he ran off, climbing after him. “You aren’t exactly the king of goodwill, if I may say.”

“You may not. However… you have a point. I stole it. This baby.” A hand beat against the hull of the ship, resulting in a clanging roaring throughout its entirety. Phzi grimaced briefly before turning back to her. “Owner wasn’t around and I needed a ride out of there. You know how it goes.”

It took her a moment to process his words, furrowing her brow before standing up straight. She wasn’t all that much taller than the rodent, who was only a height of 4’11. “And why were you in such a hurry?”

“Running from the Peacekeepers.”

“What?”

“What?” Phzi repeated in an almost mocking voice. “I borrowed-” He emphasized the word as if SAIL was listening, ready to interrupt at any moment. “An artifact or two from a museum. You can probably imagine the reactions to that weren’t the best.”

“You… carried out a museum heist?” Lyra blinked.

“It’s not a heist if you’re borrowing.”

“What did you do with the artifacts?”

“Sold ‘em.”

“Then that’s stealing.”

“Nope. Borrowing. Indefinitely.” Phzi stretched his arms out. “Anyway. Hacked SAIL to register my bio-code and got out of there. Went about my business. Week later this corpse shows up at the teleporter all fucked up. According to SAIL that was the ex-pilot of the Onyx. He couldn’t re-gen his health without his bio-code here. But I got this, so, win-win, right? Love this thing.” The captain waved around the matter manipulator, flicking its switches as lights flashed across its face. “I can do wiring and stuff with it now. It’s pretty sweet.”

Lyra blinked in silence once again. No response came to mind at all; just a slow nod as she retreated back to the med-bay.

“COOL!” Ryou beamed as he finally spoke up, revealing he had likely only been listening to the end of the conversation. “Can I test it out? There’s this project I’ve been wanting to work on and...-”

“Go for it. If you break it, it's coming out of your paycheck.”

“Wait, you’re getting paid?” Ashton piped up from across the room.

“Nope.” Phzi chucked the manipulator to Ryou who caught it with an excited clap of his webbed hands. The captain hummed a tune as he opened a closet, adorning his head with a visor. “How do I look?” He asked Ashton, overlooking himself in a mirror.

“Looks great, cap.” Ashton spoke reluctantly, shaking her head as she turned back to her tea. Why was it so blue?

[lostonehero]

Hello I am back I just fucked my sleep schedule by taking a 5 hour nap it's 930pm and I've got got work at 8am woop

And I'm doing a double

So enjoy this train wreck of a chapter

Henry was helping clean off the glass of the puppet exhibit, humming an old tune. "Now, isn't that better?" He smiles and moves over the old cleaning cart. "Off to the next one." He stops as a child runs in front of him. "Oh, hello, little one. Are you lost?"

"He looks like he's trying to run." William raised his brow. "Kind of reminds me of Micheal."

The boy with the bandage on his nose huffs. "Why do you have two color eyes?"

"Yeah, Micheal." William chuckles

Henry smiles. "Because of an old friend." He holds out his hand. "My name is Henry. What's your name?"

The boy sighs. "I'm Gregory." He huffs. "I want to see something scary."

Henry smiles. "Oh, you'll have to wait for the night tours for that."

William crouches down the best he can as he floats. "Why not show him springtrap? My old bones are inside."

"Why are you British?" Gregory frowns, staring at William.

Evan is running by a mirror and huffs. "You can't just ask why someone is British."

Gregory rolls his eyes. "Why not?"

Henry blinks and has a strained smile sparing a glance to William for a moment. "Ah Gregory, who are you talking to?"

Gregory goes to answer before he is scooped up. "Mr. Emily, I am so sorry." Vanessa is holding Gregory. "He has an ability to run off."

Henry chuckles. "Vanessa, this must be your nephew. I knew the name sounded familiar."

"Vanessa put me down. The weird British man said there's bones in springtrap. You said I could see something scary." Gregory tries to get out of her grip.

"British man? Mr. Fritz went to the back office. Also, that old rumor isn't true."

"Mikey isn't in the back office he's over there." Evan is pointing to Micheal making his way around the puppet exhibit.

"Why does Micheal use a false last name?" William sighs. "And it's not a rumor it's my body. Henry, shouldn't you be embracing that fact for the night tours."

"No, the weird British man with purple eyes." Gregory huffs as Vanessa puts him down.

"Stay put." She sighs. "Purple eyes? Gregory, there isn't anyone here who has that."

"You can see my daddy?" Evan points to the mirror. "Ah yeah, he's there."

Vanessa looks to the mirror and sighs. "Your inventions are quite impressive, Mr. Emily."

Henry blinks and smiles. "Thank you, and uh, the purple eye man has a name."

"The crying kid calls him dad." Gregory points to Evan, who Henry can't see.

"What?" William looked over to where Gregory was pointing and doesn't see anything.

Henry smiles again. "You have an interesting nephew."

Evan huffs. "He's mean, Mikey tell Uncle Henry he's mean."

Micheal comes into view and sighs. "Hello, Mr. Emily, Gregory, and Vanessa." He rubs his temples.

"Uncle? Why did the crying kid call you Uncle?" Gregory huffs and jumps away from Vanessa.

"Again, I'm sorry, Mr. Emily. My nephew has a big imagination." Vanessa sighs, finally grabbing Gregory's hand.

Henry shut his eyes and took a breath. "How about we step into my office to talk?"

....

Vanessa sighs, sitting in the security office. Gregory is next to her, and Jeremy is to her other side. Micheal was leaning against the lockers, and Henry was in front of all of them. She was getting fired. She had to be from her nephew.

Henry's eyes trail to Gregory, and then he turns to Micheal. He sighs as he rubs his face. "Vanessa, do you know the rumors about the history about this place?"

"You mean the dead kids?" Gregory sticks his tongue out again, spotting Evan, who huffs hanging on Micheal.

"Gregory... i... right." She stops as Henry holds up his hand.

"Well, they aren't exactly wrong." Henry sighs, sparing a glance to someone Vanessa couldn't see.

"They aren't?" Vanessa frowns.

"There is a reason why I want to open at night." He pauses and leans back. "I didn't build the mirrors. They are just mirrors." He moves forward, looking at Gregory. "The little boy who looks like he's crying, his name is Evan."

Evan has climbed up to sit on top of the lockers. "Don't tell him my name. He's mean."

"I'm not mean you're a baby." Gregory sticks his tongue out again.

Micheal shuts his eyes and takes a breath. He rubs his temples.

Henry sighs. "As I was saying, Evan was one of the first kids to uh..." He covers his face and then runs his hands through his hair.

"Does being dead turn you British." Gregory asks, pointing to William.

Micheal covers his mouth, barely holding back a laugh.

"Oh yeah, that's right, your father's British." Jeremy snaps his fingers.

Micheal covers his face. "Neither of you are helping."

Henry snaps his fingers. "Can we please focus? No being dead doesn't change your nationality or your accent." He sighs. "What I'm trying to say Vanessa is that the dead linger around here. You'll probably believe me more if you visit tonight at 9. They start to wake up after the sun goes down."

Gregory hides behind his aunt as Evan face drips blood and looks crushed.

Micheal stands up straight, face pale. "Evan no." He covers his face, taking a deep breath. "Nope, can't handle that."

Evan shakes his head, returning to normal. "Mikey?" He's pulled as Micheal rushes out of the room. "Mikey, wait!"

Gregory holds onto Vanessa and watches the two leave. "Why did his head look crushed?"

Henry pales. "Jeremy, go get Micheal. Now." His tone didn't leave room for argument as he watched the blonde man run out of the room. "I know this is a lot to digest, but if you want, come by tonight, and it will make more sense."

Vanessa frowns. "Is Mr. Fritz, ok?" She pauses. "I'm not fired?"

It was Henry's turn to have a look of confusion. "What? No, why would you be fired?" He stops and runs his hands through his hair again. "Will you be coming by tonight?"

"Can I come?" Gregory climbs back on his chair. "The crying kid wasn't even that scary."

"If you want to, but please be respectful to the others." Henry sighs.

Vanessa nods. "Yes, sir, uh Mr. Emily. So I'm not fired."

"Again, no." Henry sighs.

William has moved to watch out the doorframe.

"Uh, who's the British guy?" Gregory huffs as Vanessa flicks his ear.

"Gregory, Mr. Fritz just left." Vanessa sighs.

"No, not him." Gregory points to the doorway where Vanessa can't see anyone.

"That's William." Henry sighs.

"As in William Afton, your former partner who went missing?" Vanessa raises her brow. "That would mean..."

"I'm dead." William sighs, looking back into the room.

"If that's the case, then the crying kid is also dead. How come he can walk, and you float?"

William floats over hovering above Gregory. "Evan is better at the spirit thing than I am."

"Is that because you're old?"

William looks over to Henry and then back to the kid. "No?"

Vanessa sighs. "Again, I'm sorry."

Henry shakes his head. "Don't William can entertain Gregory as we talk more in depth."

Vanessa nods and moves closer so she can talk to her boss.

....

Vanessa frowns. "I'm sorry, Mr. Emily, I know I'm not really reacting..."

"Vanessa, it's fine. we process things in different ways." Henry looks over to Gregory explaining something to William that the man has no idea what he is talking about. "Does he know yet?" He pauses and shakes his head. "Are you ok?"

"No..." She sighs. "You just told me something impossible and terrifying, and you're still asking if I'm ok. What about you? Sir, you..."

"Vanessa, I'm fine." Henry smiles. "Are you sure it's ok for Gregory to come by tonight?"

She nods. "Yeah, maybe he'll stop asking to see something scary." She sighs. "Thank you, sir."

....

Evan got dragged somewhere, and he was just trying to make Gregory stop teasing him. He had the ability to show what he looked like when he died. All the kids did. Lizzie liked to use her broken body to crawl weirdly. Why did Mikey get upset? He wasn't mad about the bite anymore, and he forgave him.

"Micheal....?"

"Mommy?" Evan blinked. She can't be in here. She can't leave Ballora.

"A mistake." She hums.

Evan furrows his brows and squints as the light above starts shining. He blinks, getting his eyes to adjust. Micheal had the mask on from his birthday, and why was mom there? Mom left his party early because she had a show.

Micheal was splattered with blood. He was hyperventilating and crying. He was shaking really bad.

"You killed your brother. You couldn't even watch your sister, and she died on your hands, too." Clara chuckles. "Now be a good son for once and get on the table."

A metal table lit up, making its presence known. Evan watched Micheal sway and walk to it as chains erupt from the table, binding him to it.

"Mikey?" Evan whimpered as his mom walked right through him like he wasn't there. "Mikey, come on, this isn't funny."

"Run run run, but the fox always gets caught and ripped apart by dogs in the end." Clara hums a tray of tools that were laid out in front of her. "Now, if you would behave, I wouldn't have to do this."

Voices echo startling Evan.

"You killed your brother."

"Murderer."

"Monster."

"Freak."

Evan frowns watching Micheal cry he isn't struggling. He should be trying to get out of the chains, and mom had a knife, and she was, she was...

Evan screamed. That was too much red, too much red. Mommy wouldn't stop hitting Micheal, and Micheal said he deserved it. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand.

Evan runs up to the table. He runs right through Clara like she wasn't real. He grabs on to Micheal's arm. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, MIKEY." Evan repeated over and over.

"Mikey, I'm sorry." Evan was crying. "Mikey, I'll be better, please." The table was gone, and Micheal was lying on the ground. "Mikey, you have to wake up."

Evan curls up next to Micheal, hugging his arm. "Micheal?" He tugs at his arm. "Micheal, come on. Please? I'll go back to fredbear, and I'll apologize to the mean kid, and I'll, I'll..."

Micheal gives a shuddering breath and pulls his arm away from Evan. His eyes open, and he stares at Evan. He couldn't speak. Even in his head, he couldn't talk. He pulls himself up to sit.

"Mikey?" Evan flinched, watching Micheal stretch long metal tendrils came out of his back, his right eye glowing purple. There was a zipper on his chest that went down to his stomach.

Evan jumped back as the metal tendrils wrapped around Micheal to cover himself. "Mikey?"

Micheal reaches his hand out and then stops seeing them skeletonized. He gasps when Evan grabs his hand.

"Mikey, why do you look weird?" Evan frowns, still crawling into his lap.

Micheal sighs and combs his hands through Evan's short hair. A note appears, and Evan grabs it.

"I didn't hide." Evan puffs out his cheeks. "I was brave."

Micheal snickers and hugs Evan.

"No talking?" Evan frowns. He can remember only one time Micheal didn't talk, Mommy got very mad at him. But this was ok, Micheal wasn't hurt. "No talking is ok."

Micheal sighs and leans back when Evan turns around.

"You have fox ears, and the metal isn't cold like fredbear." Evan reaches out and grabs one of Micheal's fox ears. "It's soft."

Micheal, let's out a breath, but he is smiling. Well, Evan thinks he is his mouth looks a bit too long, Mikey showed him these scars before.

Evan grabs Micheal's hand. "Bones?" His hand is much smaller than Micheal's. "Still bigger than mine." He looks behind Micheal and sees a long, thick devil tail. "That's like the weird poster you had. Daddy didn't like it." Evan reaches around and grabs it. "Heavy..."

Micheal pulls Evan away and shakes his head.

"Ok, no touching." Evan smiles as Micheal nods. "Feeling......" He blinks in the light.

....

Micheal blinks and stares at the ceiling. He's in the bathroom, and... he grimaced, brushing his hand through his hair and feeling the familiar sticky mass. He stared at his hand, and it was covered in red.

"Mikey?" Evan was next to him as he pulled himself up.

Micheal sighs, getting up and turning on the sink to get the blood out of his hair the best he can. Thankfully, he managed to get the unisex bathroom and lock the door.

"Mikey?" Evan has stuck to Micheal's side. "Are you ok?"

Micheal gives Evan a thumbs up.

"No talking?" Evan frowns and points to the door when Micheal is finished getting the blood out of his hair.

Micheal sighs and unlocks it, and Jeremy is on the other side. He holds his hand up and points to his throat.

"Ok, nonverbal." Jeremy smiles. "No blood?"

Micheal shrugs and points to the corner where he hits his head. Most have been washed out.

"Ok, that's good." Jeremy sighs. "Evan?"

"I'm ok, I was very brave." Evan looks up at Jeremy.

Micheal nods and gives Jeremy a hug.

"Ok, good. Alright, little man, your brother is going to be nonverbal for a bit. Uh, he won't be talking for awhile, dunno how long, but don't hold it against him." Jeremy smiles, spotting Evan in the mirror. He has climbed up to the sink.

Micheal sighs and leans on Jeremy.

"Ew, you smell like wet hair and blood." Jeremy laughs, feeling Micheal shake in a silent laugh. "Alright, alright, come on, we have to head back before your uncle gathers a search party."

"What's that? It doesn't sound like a good party." Evan hums as he walks behind Micheal.

Micheal smiles softly and holds onto Jeremy's hand.

..

Henry smiles, watching William talk to Gregory, granted Gregory is more interested in sticking his hand through William than listening, but it was still a nice sight. "Do you need help with his room?"

Vanessa sighs. "Not yet, but probably will when he gets comfortable." She crosses her arms. "How do you prepare for a kid?"

"You don't." Henry chuckles. "You just try your best." His attention, along with everyone else, is pulled away to Jeremy and Micheal returning.

"Mr. Fritz and Jeremy, how are you two?" Vanessa smiles.

"Why's your hair wet?" Gregory looks up, frowning.

Jeremy smiles. "Ah, you know the sink, anyway...."

Evan huffs standing in front of Micheal.

Micheal sighs and takes out his phone, sending a text to Henry.

Henry raises his brow and looks at his phone, then pauses. He always knew Micheal was a bit off growing up, and it didn't slow Charlie down. He also knew William tried his best to shield Micheal when he wasn't well. Now he knows under Clara's strings. He puts his phone to his side. They didn't really have a polite term for this in their youths or even in Micheal's youth, but it didn't matter. He smiles. "That's ok, Micheal. Vanessa and Gregory here are going to join us later tonight."

Micheal nods and takes a seat.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be scary." Gregory smirks. "I highly doubt it."

Henry smiles. "That's enough for now. You're free to explore."

Gregory hums. "I want to see the creepy puppet again."

Henry sighs. "That creepy puppets name is Charlie, and be nice to her tonight."

Gregory shrugs and runs off. Vanessa follows behind.

"You two talked?" Jeremy looks back to Henry.

"We did." He looks back to Micheal. "Is Evan ok?"

Micheal nods and gives a thumbs up.

....

Henry sighs, sitting on the couch next to William. He knew he needed to nap before this night shift, but he really didn't want to be asleep. He can feel his claws eager to rip at something. He needed to destroy something, anything he felt restless.

William stares at his friend, he knew Henry isn't in a good mindset from the inky black traveling up his hands to his elbow. He knows Micheal had a bad breakdown, and Evan had to witness it. Henry did offer for Evan to join them, and he would love to hold his youngest again, but Evan and Micheal refused. Mostly Evan from Micheal's reaction.

Henry flexes his hand, taking a breath. "I think I should be in my own mind...." He trails off as he watches William avert his gaze. "William?"

William sighs and reaches out against his own stubbornness and grabs onto Henry's shirt. He looks away. "I'm worried about Micheal and Evan. I don't even know if Evan understood what happened, and Micheal isn't talking. He can't explain to Evan what happened."

Henry sits back down.

William sighs, covering his face. "I know Micheal's different, but it didn't matter to me. Now Evan saw something in his mind that he probably never should have seen. He's eight Henry, and he can't understand what Micheal went through."

Henry places his hand on William's thigh. "William, we both know Micheal is stronger than he lets on."

"I just... I want to hold my boys Henry." William crosses his arms. "Why did I ever let her in my head? Why didn't I run away when it was arranged? Micheal's, my baby boy. Why did I ever hate him?"

Henry moves a little closer and grabs William's hand. "The past is the past, and we can't change it." He sighs, holding his friend's hand. "We can move forward and help him now."

"Y-yeah." He takes a breath and puts Henry's hand back to his lap, and let's go. "How about we get up, maybe make dinner for him."

Henry frowns he doesn't understand why the lack of contact is upsetting him. He's never been someone who wants contact from one person. He's touchy, yes, but he's like that with everyone. Why did William feel different?

William sighs and shakes his head, getting up. "No, no, there's already too many leftovers in the fridge." He sighs. "Micheal would also worry about you not getting enough sleep." He taps his fingers against his thigh. "I suppose we wait for the alarm."

Henry shook his head, trying to focus himself. He took a breath. "How about another game of chess?"

William frowns but nods. "That sounds like a way to pass the time."

....

"Evan!" Lizzie called out.

Micheal felt Evan leave and watch him jump into the mirror. He waves and sighs.

"Is he coming back?" Jeremy looks back to Micheal.

Micheal nods.

"Cool, so no fun stuff." Jeremy giggles as Micheal mock punches him. "Hey, you're just as much of a fiend as I am."

Micheal waves his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're not comfortable when you can't talk." He smiles at the kiss. "You know I like teasing you."

Micheal grabs his hand and smiles.

"Oh? What's got you in a good mood?" Jeremy chuckles at the scene. Micheal is pointing at Evan, and Charlie are jumping mirror to mirror, and Lizzie is waving a mock flag.

"How cute." Jeremy smiles. "Come on, let's make sure things are in order before everyone else comes."

Micheal nods and holds his flashlight.

......

Henry hums, looking behind him. "Ah, you two arrived just on time." He smiles, unlocking the doors. "Now remember, be nice."

Gregory pulls away from Vanessa running inside, and a scared yelp is heard.

"Gregory?" Vanessa runs in after him. "Gregory, are.... oh." She steps back as the puppet stretches and climbs the glass.

"Charlie says hi." Henry walks in behind the two. "Vanessa is the head of day security, and that's her nephew Gregory. He's a year older than Evan."

A childlike voice burst from the puppet. "I like new guest daddy. Hi, I'm Charlie."

Gregory hides behind Vanessa. "But the puppet isn't supposed to move... or talk."

Vanessa pauses and takes a breath. "Your Mr. Emily's daughter?"

Henry chuckles. "Come on, darling, head to the mirror, you're spooking little Gregory." The puppet crawls back to their box, and a dirty blonde hair girl has jumped into the mirror. She is missing her front right tooth and is wearing overalls.

The loudspeaker crackles to life. "Daddy."

Then the rush of static and Henry steps back rubbing his jaw. He turns to see William tackled by Lizzie and Evan. He thought it would feel crowded, but it just felt like a quiet buzz. It did cause his jaw to ache, but he couldn't tell if that was from William's happiness or the two extra spirits that have joined the two.

Gregory moves away from Vanessa and to the mirror. "Who are you? Why were you in the puppet?"

"Daddy built me the puppet." Charlie hums. "I like the puppet. Why wouldn't I be in there?"

"It's creepy." Gregory huffs, there were more kids around them.

"You're weird." Charlie giggles and jumps to the next mirror. "You're alive." She jumps to another. "Well, wanna meet the others."

Gregory nods, trying to hide his smile. "I want to see the other animotronics moving."

Charlie giggles again as Gregory chases her the many mirrors.

Henry sighs. "Are you alright? He turns his attention to Vanessa.

"There's a lot of kids.." Vanessa frowns

Henry frowns. "I know."

....

William chuckles Lizzie has climbed on his shoulders, and Evan is under his arm. "Alright, you two little mischief makers, where's your older brother?"

Lizzie giggles and points. "Mikey is with his boyfriend."

Evan looks up, smiling. "By foxy, uh Fritz. Jeremy wanted to see if his bloodstain was still there. Mikey isn't talking yet."

William hums. "That's fine, Micheal doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to. Now Lizzie, have you've been behaving?"

"Yessssss." She giggles. "I've been doing gril stuff with Cassady and bothering Mommy. Evan can do gross boy stuff with Micheal."

"Boys aren't gross. You're just weird." Evan jumps out of William's grasp and sticks his tongue out at Lizzie.

"I'm pretty, though." Lizzie twisted her neck, making Evan frown.

Evan sticks his tongue out.

William sighs. "Lizzie, don't freak out your brother. Evan, don't tempt your sister."

"Yes, Daddy." The two kids say together.

William smiles. "Alright, we got to wait for your uncle. Well, I have to wait. You two are free to do as you please."

"I wanna wait." Lizzie says, jumping down to hold on to William's left hand while Evan holds on his right.

"I'll go back to Mikey later." Evan hums, hugging William's hand.

"Mikeys weird." Lizzie huffs. "He likes Jeremy, and he's weird."

"They're both weird." William chuckles.

"Nuhuh, Mikey can do better. Jeremy's too happy."

"I like Jeremy, he's nice."

William smiles. "I'm glad you two approve of your brother's choice in people."

Lizzie sighs. "I guess, but Mikey can do better, like a ballerina or a firefighter."

William chuckles. "How about you tell Micheal that yourself?

Lizzie huffs. "Jeremy isn't that bad." She crosses her arms.

Evan hums. "He makes Mikey gross drinks."

"Gross drinks?"

"Coffee is gross." Evan sticks his tongue out in disgust.

"You got to try coffee. No fair."

William sighs. "Micheal drinks his straight, which I don't exactly approve of."

"It's bitter and gross."

.....

Henry rubs his jaw. It's gotten more uncomfortable he wants to bite directly into a sheet of ice. He sighs. "Don't look so concerned, I must have a cavity or something. I still have my original teeth, all things considered." The lie came out easier than the truth.

Vanessa smiles. "So, uh, I have to ask. Did he kill them all?"

Henry pauses. "William, no. He only took 9 of these kids, his wife Clara." He stops as he gives a scowl in that direction. "Took all the other kids except Evan. His death was an accident." He sighs. "The kids have forgiven William, and I can't, but I have moved forward."

"Did he...." Vanessa trails off.

"Yes, but Charlie is happy, and even though she can, she refuses to move on. I do my best to help these kids. It's a lot safer than letting them roam freely. Most don't understand how strong the animotronics are." He stops spotting Micheal. "Be happy you weren't a night guard in the old locations."

Jeremy has his face pressed against the glass as foxy leans close to their side of the glass. "Ok, Fritz, that's good. Micheal, your flashlight." Jeremy takes the flashlight. Micheal handed him.

A 13 year old boy jumped to the mirror. "Can you see anything?"

"Give me a moment." Jeremy huffs. "They cleaned you up pretty well. I can't even see any stains."

"No fair." Fritz crosses his arms.

"You're telling me I wanted to see my blood stains." Jeremy sighs. "Alright, you can go back."

Henry sighs. "I told you I cleaned foxy myself, Jeremy."

"Yeah, but...." Jeremy huffs. "Oh, can I be in the exhibit during Halloween?"

Henry sighs and gives a look to Micheal, who just shrugs.

Gregory returns by foxy, and Charlie giggles from the mirror. "You're slow."

"Am not." Gregory huffs. "You cheat."

Vanessa smiles. "Did you have fun?"

Gregory looks away, crossing his arms. "They aren't that bad. This place is better at night."

Henry smiles. "I'm glad you enjoy this place. It will be opened up at night starting in October."

"I'm gonna be the scariest one." Lizzie giggles.

"I don't want to scare anyone." Evan frowns.

William picks both of them up. "Alright, you two, we're going to the mirror to be seen by your brother."

Micheal stares at the mirror. The image of his father carrying his two younger siblings makes him smile. He waves at them.

"Hi, Mr. Afton, and little Afton children." Jeremy kisses Micheal's cheek. "Afton adult."

Micheal rolls his eyes.

Jeremy smirks. "You love me."

Lizzie sticks her tongue out.

Evan giggles and jumps out onto Micheal's shoulder. Micheal shivers, feeling the sudden invasion, but it isn't bad. it just hasn't gotten used to it. "Now I'm back with Mikey."

"Why don't you join your brother?" William smiles, ruffling his daughters hair.

"Because boys are gross." Lizzie huffs.

"Your uncle is a boy."

"Uncle Henry doesn't count." Lizzie huffs, jumping into a different mirror heading back to Baby.

Henry chuckles. "We both know you can't argue with kid logic, William."

"Oh hush." William smiles. "Thanks."

Henry shakes his head. "Don't thank me. You would have done the same for me."

"Afton?" Vanessa raises her brow.

Jeremy chuckles. "Micheal doesn't want special treatment, so he uses a different last name."

Vanessa pauses only for a moment, realizing why Micheal uses a different name. "I get it."

Gregory pulls at Vanessa hand. "Do you think we can come back?"

Henry smiles and approaches him. "Of course you are welcome to. You'll have to ask your aunt to make sure it's ok with me first before the night tours start."

"Ok..." Gregory pulls again. "I'm gonna go back by the creepy puppet."

"It's Charlie." Charlie huffs jumping mirror to mirror following Gregory. "And the puppet is cute."

Vanessa smiles again. "Thank you, sir."

"Don't worry about it." Henry smiles. "Just stay away from Ballora and keep him away from her as well."

"Understood." Vanessa starts to walk after Gregory.

[petrichorsweaters]

WOW HI I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE HERE IN LIKE A WHOLE YEAR, WOOPS

I've been afflicted with the Ao3 fanfic writer curse, I fear. 😔

So the short and sweet of it all is life has personal beef with me - specifically - for some odd reason I've yet to discover. In that time the plot of my book has changed slightly and the first draft has been tossed, and somehow I've undertaken a SECOND, COMPLETELY UNRELATED BOOK LMFAO

BUT. It's about damned time I give y'all a ✨️taste✨️ of what we've got cooking in Satan's Asscrack's Kitchen!

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Cheshire turned on him then, pushing the blade of her scythe against Atreus's throat and backing him against the wall behind him.

"We are nothing alike." She snarled, unbridled fury in her features. "You are arrogant and power hungry, and nothing more. You think the ends justify the means; that your intentions absolve you from your transgressions."

If Atreus was afraid, it did not show. And if he cared that her scythe had snagged on and ripped his tie, he didn't show that either. He simply smiled at her in the same, calm and aggravating way he always had.

"Hit a nerve, have I?" He purred, holding her gaze, "How unusual for the great, unflappable ambassador." He pushed forward, then, leaning closer despite the blade at his throat. "Unless, of course, you believe it too."

She took too long to answer, and she cursed herself silently for it. "... you're lucky I don't cut your throat open here and take your head as a trophy for the lies and deceit coming from your mouth." Cheshire growled lowly, but didn't retaliate when he chuckled and pushed the blade from his neck finally.

"Careful, dear Casdriel," He purred, "To threaten and spare me twice over... well, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting." He stepped back and around her, then, moving down the hall before she'd had the chance to respond and tossing over his shoulder; "A rather bad habit to have around demons in Hell."

[zilla4]

An amnesiac titan, pt2

ok a little continuation :

"I heard that you son of a gun" he responded almost like he knows that I'm here

"I know you're up there somewhere homer you insufferable narrator" he says while pointing at the air and completely missing the so called "narrator"

"Stop making me look like I'm crazy you bastard" the pelt wearing idiot shouts again towards the air

"Fine you stupid, way to philosophical masochist, Let's pretend you're not here while I go and figure out just what the hell is going on here" he shouts once again towards the sky and misses this "narrator" and turns to take his leave

Inside the empty dome our little protagonist calls a head is almost completely empty of thought other than the words "Where the hell am I ?, Who am I ?, When am I ?", yea and he calls me- I mean he calls this completely non-existent totally made up "narrator" way too philosophical, Seems like this walnut gone bad has amnesia 

"Yea I wonder who is to blame for that"

Should not have tried to revolt against the first ever king of everything now should ya huh ?- What I meant to say is that our guy who is also a very unaccomplished usurper who tired and failed to free some certain people form a very deep pit

"Wait... hold on that might work" the nameless walnut seems to have used every bit of brain power he was holding onto and had a stroke of genius

"If I have been out of commission for so long that I've forgot almost everything I should know, but I still remember the first nights I was petrified, that night sky and more importantly the stars, I still remember where they were, Hold on that might actually work" the walnut says with the delighted voice of a kid getting a somewhat promising idea, it is going to- Woops almost spoiled it

this just awoken, bear pelt wearing guy just starts climbing up a tree like it's his second nature and when he reaches the top, he looks out on the horizon from his high vantage point and sees a somewhat tall mountain that is in reaching distance, then with that information this maniac decides to jump of from the tree and land on his feet, Breaking them and he just laughs as his legs start to repair themselves

After a couple minutes of him just staring at the surroundings while his legs become unbroken, he started his warmup. Just letting the bones loose, Well he was stuck in place for- whoops can't say that That's a spoiler

After some more minutes of warmup this absolute unhinged maniac takes off towards the mountain, breaking a couple of trees on his way there just for the hell of it-

"Homer I swear, I'm chopping of these trees to mark my way back"

Back to where exactly, You are literally homeless right now you lunatic, Also you need something to eat if you don't want to end up like a shriveled up twig you masochist

"Ah don't worry about that, I'll just go catch something to eat, maybe a boar" this expired walnut replies

After one overly dramatic climb up the mountain, fitted with this absolute idiot swatting birds that got too close, doing way to many flips just for the hades of it and way too many close calls this walnut had finally made his way to the summit 

After a long while of sitting around and him talking to this totally non-existent narrator  Selene finally made her way through the night instead of Helios, Hooray

After the night goes dark, our favorite lunatic starts looking at the night sky, almost as if he's looking for something in the endless canvas of brilliant light and dark we call the night sky

"Fuuuu... Ursa major is gone, damn it that was my favorite constellation, crap" 

This amnesiac, this lunatic, This psychopath just shrugged of the fact that he's been gone for so long that a constellation has been wiped clean off the night sky, How

"What, I can cry later right now let me admire the sky"

"Th- Almost spoiled it again, T, I need you to understand that you've been gone for Chaos knows how long, and you just say "Ono my favorite star pattern""

this lunatic answers "Fine"

he puts his hand on his chest "R.I.P  Ursa major, you were a real one"

[nightclimes]

ao3 wrapped: 1, 3, 12, 18

This got STUPIDLY LONG woops

1. How many words have you written this year?

I honestly cannot tell you.

If we go by AO3 statistics, it's 147,999. This is incorrect because it includes all of Bloodstains - which I wrote in 2022/23 and posted the final 8 chapters of it this year. That removed, it's 27,999... which is still incorrect because three of the remaining five fics posted I didn't write this year (one I was holding for my January 1st ouihaw tradition, another I left for a few months and came back to later to touch up and post, another is a very dusty threeway I wrote as concept exploration that I am even now still uncertain about) and i have fic yet to post this year. What is it about wraps and not including December...

The next number problem is... i write a lot of words on my phone. Some of these are musings and dialogue and whole passages which have successfully been incorporated into fic. Others are editing thoughts for things I haven't begun touching up in earnest. A significant number of these are never-see-the-light-of-day words that I don't ever intend to share; I genuinely do not know how many of these there are. Somewhere between 50-100k if i had to guess. (I know one of them is 30k because i checked when the notes app got extremely slow in loading it, lmao :'))

The actual number of words written this year, in documents, that I can feasibly track, is 93,899. This includes nanowrimo. This does not include two websites worth of notes, one which is around 9k words and the other in excess of 23k. Guess which of those isn't finished.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

almost crystal, almost ascian, an FF14 fic about a potential friendship and the parallels between Minfilia and the Crystal Exarch on The First.

Minfilia and her role in those 100 years before the wol arrives is not really explored in depth in game and the two of them are so similar and alone, pursuing the same end but with different means, and they didn't have to do what they did but they did. for the person that inspired, inspires them the most. Frankly I don't think she gets enough credit or consideration at all so this is me addressing the balance; and I still think about this fic often. I have inspired other people to think about this too and that's all I could ask for really. Forever feral about it.

I'm also really proud of lay your curses out to rest but for entirely differing reasons, because I really nailed the feeling and exploration of grief I was going for.

12. How many WIP's do you have in your docs for next year?

Let me answer this in a roundabout way: I want to post Midnight Hour (11k) - the final fic in the ongoing arc of Viper's Kiss - before the end of the month, so I can post the accompanying spice element (3k) on January 1st. See ouihaw fic tradition.

Then I have two more spicy fics to post at some point. I don't anticipate them needing much in the way of further edits, which is why they have escaped notes app purgatory and landed in their own shiny documents.

There is also. Zero spice. That I would like to free, I think. idk if I should change Ashe to be more generic, but it has some solid vibes. I just really like writing Ashe with women rediscovering their humanity, what can I say.

I guess Ashe site also counts for this question?? I wrote about half of it in October, took a break for Nano, didn't go back to it yet because I'm waiting for the new hero release next week, because Hazard effects a lot of what I previously wrote - she might have a whole person she knows in the roster that isn't the man who betrayed her - and I need to hear their interactions, as well as just, his in general. Because she's less out on a limb with her gang than she used to be. I also need to see if all the potential that could be given to her if she was utilised in lore has been transferred on to their new poster rebel and his found family instead. I'm not optimistic it hasn't because lol, she's a woman. Don't you dare forget about Ashe's familial relationship with an omnic, Blizzard. We'll see if I need to make angry grumblings.

I'm also going to start hopefully editing a 121k behemoth, Let's start some trouble, that I wrote in 2021, sometime next year. I read it back in September: my nonsense, she needs help. I have to rework a lot of motivations based on lore drops and me having written it way out of order. It's kind of daunting if I'm being honest; with my health I like to have at least a second round of edits done for the whole fic before dividing it into chunks of maybe four chapters at a time to fully focus on for final round to aid my poor memory and really get it right, but I might have to tackle this one chapter by chapter, which will make an upload schedule very erratic to say the least, and again, my memory is poor...

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Amélie. She isn't difficult for me to write at this point, but writing Amélie is always slow because she's very methodical and precise and kind of blunt - one word sentences, less is more, very felt. Ashe in comparison is very breezy? It's less a trouble thing and more just specifics. Sometimes writing Amélie going through the human experience requires me to be in an exact mood, or sit and painstakingly pick raw words to use, or to wait for the Amélie Hours to even try, which are usually in the middle of the night. She is simply a unique challenge.

Only the best for my love, though. She deserves it.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(this one's kinda long again, woops 🥸)

Faintly rolling her eyes, she, very lightly this time, hit his arm, "The one who stutters, which will be you, will have to clean the other person's hut. All of it."

She had nearly forgotten that Hiccup did have a sword that was able to ignite some flames, making her slightly stumble in finding the right words to speak back before she tried to give an unfazed response; "Yeah, well, that won't stop me." Especially if her dad was around - although, she chose not to say that part.

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Freya glanced at Hiccup, thankful that he was willing to intercept if anything did happen, "I hope you know what you're doing, then." She sighed, trying to release all of the tension she felt through the long breath, "If Ayla is here, she'll definitely say nothing but positive things about you, Mr. Nice Guy."

Turning back to the door, she lifted her hand up to it, hesitating one more time before she finally knocked, waiting for someone to open it. Much to her surprise, it didn't take long for the door to open, although it seemed hesitant at first, only to be abruptly swung to the side, allowing her to see who answered:

Her mother.

"Freya?" She mumbled, stepping back to let her in, only to see Hiccup by her side, "Hiccup?" She questioned, her voice much louder than before, "What're..you doing here? Did something happen? Does Gothi need more herbs?" As she continues to fret, she didn't notice her daughter lightly hit her forehead with the palm of her hand.

Freya knew that her mother, Yrsa, was a, somewhat, helper to Gothi. She'd often volunteer to go out and gather the necessary herbs she needed whenever she was running low, mostly because she loved exploring nature. That gave her the excuse of being gone from home so often, as she also helped around the village with nearly everything she could put her hands to work with; whether that'd be sowing, baking, helping in the Great Hall, and probably a few more chores that wasn't listed.

It was a silent understanding, at least for Freya, that Yrsa would use that to try and avoid the disputes between her and Ragnar - ever since it started as she began to grow into her teenage years. She distanced herself as a way to cope with what she was feeling on the inside, making her less present most of the time - even if she was physically in the room with them.

Freya hadn't realized she was getting caught up in..those thoughts again until Yrsa cleared her throat, making her look back up at them both with a puzzled blink of her eyes, "Huh? Oh, sorry, uh..what happened..?" She held her hands behind her back, lightly fidgeting with them as she watched her mother sigh and move away from the door for them to stop in, a delicate smile on her lips while she spoke: "You and Hiccup got some news to share with me and your father?"

How long was she dozing out for? Freya tried blinking away the fog that clouded her mind as she nodded, quietly telling Blaze to stay outside as she stepped inside, smelling the signature porridge Yrsa usually made. "Hey, uhm, where is dad anyway--" She was quickly interrupted by none other than her father himself as he came down the stairs with heavy steps, his presence being impossible to ignore as he did so.

"Freya?" His azure eyes flickered to the Chief's son next to her, a brief amount of surprise sparking in them, "Hiccup?... What's going on here?" He wasted no time in making sure to stand beside Yrsa, while also being in front of his daughter as she continued to fidget with her hands that were still behind her back, speaking in a tone that wasn't as booming as her father's might've been: "We just...wanted to tell you something very.. important." She motioned her head slightly to the table before she finished, "Can we, uh, sit down to talk about it..?"

Ragnar looked between them both in suspicion for a moment, silently agreeing with a stiff nod. Meanwhile, Yrsa tightly gripped her husband's arm as she suppressed a grin, having an idea of where their conversation might be headed while they walked up to the table, sitting down across from Freya and Hiccup as they looked on expectedly at the two. That only made Freya all the more nervous as she tapped her knees underneath the covering of the table, "Well, uhm, I thought it was.. necessary to let you both know that.. me and Hiccup are.." She briefly glanced at him, internally trying to calm down the fast beating of her heart, "..a couple now. We discovered our feelings for each other and.. decided it was best to move up in our relationship."

She mentally winced, hoping her choice of words didn't sound so..cheap. It was silent for a passing second...all until her mother sprang up from her chair, a delighted grin on her face as she clapped her hands, "Oh my! I never thought that I'd see my daughter in love with the Chief's son! Oh, isn't this great, Ragnar?" She excitedly tapped her husband's shoulder, not yet seeing Freya's cheeks get dusted in a shade of red at her comment.

"W-what? Mom, I--" Her words proved themselves to be useless as Yrsa continued her joyful ramblings, while Ragnar sat dumbfounded in his seat, his eyes widened at the sudden information that was thrown their way. Freya took the time to try and hide the blush that was most likely visible on her face, leaning back further into her chair as she shook her head.

Clearing his throat, her father shook himself out of the shock he was in as he ran a hand through his short black hair, "Wait, you're meaning to tell me, that you...like Hiccup? In that way? I thought you weren't particularly..fond of him." His questions made Freya even more embarrassed as she assumed that her ears were red as well at that point - because she could feel it. Thankfully, her hair was covering them, though.

Furthermore, Ragnar's statement made her question herself. She acknowledged that she had started to like him..but was it real? Was what she felt..real? Or was she using that as her own form of a coping mechanism - similar to her mother? Freya knew the hatred she absolutely held for Hiccup at one point, making her despise the thought of even considering being his friend; the moments of seeing him prosper in uniting Berk with the dragons they now so dearly loved, while she was forced to recognize her areas of failure in the process.

And yet, there was something in her that changed. Something that sparked within her every time Hiccup willingly went out of his way to help her - including when she still treated him with little to no respect. She was reminded of when he had given her his pencil at the island they found, something so small like that threw her off guard, even if it was for a second. Why he had chosen to help her all of those times when she didn't deserve it, she didn't know, but that definitely grabbed her attention.

Unknowingly so.

Taking a small breath in, Freya gave her answer, also silently speaking out what she thought was true inside of her heart: "..Yes, I do. And I know I...used to hate him before..but.." She slightly glimpsed at Hiccup before setting her gaze on the table, still tapping her knees, "..A lot has changed over the course of us spending more time with each other...I guess."

"We're talking about who stutters when we have to hold hands, right?I wouldn't sound so sure if I were you when it comes to victory. You know what they say about pride..."

"Either way, it's a deal."

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"I do my best."

He had to suppress a smile, finding that he rather enjoyed that new nickname. Mr. Nice Guy, to him, was much better than her calling him Dragon Master.

Hiccup was a little surprised that Freya elected to knock on her own door instead of letting herself in. After all, she did live there...

But, he chose to keep quiet, knowing she was feeling nervous.

When her mother saw him, he gave a small nod hello.

"Oh, no, Gothi didn't send me, as far as I know, she's fully stocked."

Why wasn't Freya saying anything?

"--Uh, a-actually, I'm here with Freya, there's something we wanted to tell you, and Ragnar, if he's here?"

Looking over at Freya, his brows knitted together in concern. Her mind seemed elsewhere...and now was not a great time for that.

Any concerns were mostly put to rest when Freya spoke up once more, though now he had some of his own nerves take it's place when Ragnar seemed to suddenly appear in the doorway.

Hiccup looked between Ragnar and Freya, looking for signs showing that he might need to change the subject, or find a way to get Freya out of here. But, aside from slight discomfort, things seemed to be going...okay so far.

Following them inside, he sat down next to Freya, trying to ignore her father's gaze.

He's faced a lot worse than Ragnar, so Hiccup had no trouble keeping calm.

Moving his own gaze to Freya, he wondered if she wanted him to say it instead of her, she'd been quiet for so long.

That, and she was doing that tapping thing again. By now, Hiccup could tell it was a nervous habit.

But then she spoke up, and as she glanced over at him, he did his best to give her an encouraging look.

Hiccup was facing her as she spoke, and when she said they were now a couple, his eyes darted over to her parents, wondering what their reactions would be.

Oh, good. Her mom was happy--

Wait, in love??

Hiccup didn't notice Freya turn red because he too was turning red in the face.

Why do parents always make the same assumptions?? It didn't go unnoticed by Hiccup that both his father and her mother came to the same conclusion: that Hiccup and Freya surely must be in love.

Well, that was not the case... At least, not yet.

Yes, Hiccup knew he liked Freya. He even admitted as much to his dad, though he may regret that later.

But would it get to that? Being in love with someone who once held such disdain for him?

Would she be able to love some she once held such disdain for?

Would they...fall in love?

Naturally, thinking about these things did not help his face go back to its usual tone.

He had been so lost in his thoughts, that he almost didn't hear Ragnar's question.

Almost.

This was something they had prepared for, and Hiccup waited for Freya to say her piece before speaking up.

Looking at her parents, he expanded on Freya's words. "As I'm sure you know, we both like to fly with our dragons, discover new islands, new dragons, and record our findings."

"Well, a few weeks ago, we ended up on the same island when a large storm front rolled in, and we didn't have enough time to outrun it, so the four of us took shelter in a cave, waiting for it to pass."

"The forced proximity allowed us a chance to...to really talk, for the first time," his eyes moved to Freya now. "and in that conversation, I got to see a new side to Freya that I never had before, and we got to know each other better through our talk."

Turning back to the adults before them, he continued. "Since then, we've ended up running into each other around the island a lot. Ayla was spending some time with me in the forge as well, and..." He found himself looking at Freya again, his features softening ever so slightly as he did. "...it wasn't until very recently that we realized there... might've been something more, here."

"We were talking, and decided to give ourselves a chance, to see if we would work well together, since we've... we've developed these feelings for one another."

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

I read your toddler bakugo five and it’s adorable but that had me thinking for a while what if reader got a broken arm and bakugo wouldn’t let anyone else in school go near them and he’d ‘protect’ them

Sorry for any grammar mistakes I just woke up

this is SO cute im seizing, pls take this lil drabble as a thank you for the ask :3

katsuki bakugou, aged 10, does not know a so called mitsuo.

never heard of him, not even once. he doesn’t even remember ever hearing of a mitsuo in his class.

so why on earth was his name scribbled on your cast ?

katsuki cannot pull his eyes away, he knows he should be eating his lunch quickly because soon break will be over and he won't get to play with you, but he just cannot pull his eyes away from the chicken scratched letters scribbled onto your cast. mitsuo's handwriting is so ugly.

he hates it, he hates him. whoever he is.

"do you wanna write your name too ?" katsuki blinks up at you, you continue munching on your food, waiting for his response.

"do you wanna write your name on my cast ?" you ask again after swallowing, thinking he hadn't heard your question.

"i heard you." the boy huffs, leaning back in his chair and away from you and your stupid broken arm, why'd you have to go and get yourself hurt anyway ?

"then answer me, dummy." you quip, sticking your tongue out at him. katsuki rolls his eyes, reaching to pinch your stomach and your non cast covered arm goes to stop him, smacking his hand away and flinching away with a whine. usually, he'd fight you, nudge you or shove his finger into your side, but he's worried you'll somehow hurt your other arm and get a cast on that one too, 'cus you're an idiot. and then he won't be able to hold your hand and drag you away from the other bug eyed losers who ask you about your cast touch and poke it.

he'd gotten in trouble for pushing some boy to the floor for trying to grab your arm. katsuki hates getting in trouble, but he didn't regret a single second of seeing the boy's face crumple up before tears formed into his eyes. it's what he deserved.

it takes him a few more seconds of squinting at your cast to finally look at you and nod, "fine." your eyes light up, you ask katsuki to get your bag to get a marker from it and he grumbles, but he's up before you can say another word. ever since he'd seen your cast, despite making fun of you he'd always almost bite your head off when you tried to do anything yourself, always insisting to write or carry your bag for you.

he pulls out a bright red marker, scribbling in what you can feel are big letters. you kick your legs excitedly, warning him not to take up too much space cus you'd promised your other classmates you'd let them write on your cast later. when katsuki wasn't around of course, he'd scare everyone off with his snappy attitude when it came to you. always barking at people to back off ! when they got too close to your arm for his liking, katsuki grunts in response. his tongue peeks out a bit while he writes, completely focused on his task as the noise of the other students in the lunch room fill your ears.

"there, 'ts done." you hear your best friend huff proudly, chucking the marker back in your case and zipping it up roughly. he crosses his arms, waiting for you to admire his work. and so you do.

and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. 'KATSUKI' is written in big, bold, red letters on your cast, and it was completely covering mitsuo's name, who'd you'd let write his name on earlier.

"katsuki !" you whine, pouting at him "you wrote all over mitsuo's name !"

yeah, that was the point. he wants to say, but you'd get mad at him for sure and when you're angry you get annoying and you won't let him around you. and that meant he couldn't keep safe like he begrudgingly told your mom he would, like he promised himself.

"oh, woops." katsuki shrugs, clearly not sorry. "i didn't even see his name on there, it was so small." he looks away from you, he's never been good at lying to your face. he turns his attention to his food, munching away to distract himself " 's whatever, it was ugly anyway." he mumbles bitterly.

you have no idea if he meant his handwriting or his name.

[lizardperson]

i have like 1 cishet guy in the whole gang (but that one i love a lot), there rest is alllll queer in some way. so lets ramble about at least some of them... under the cut because that got LONG woops

mika: doesn't much care for labelling her sexuality besides "hot people", but she's some flavor of bi/pansexual and also demiromantic. it was just never a huge topic to think about for her, more like "of course i wanna fuck all sorts of people, duh" during her teens lol. like, never had any hangups about that, and if someone else has a problem with it what does she care 🤷 genderwise she also never put much thought into it, and would answer either "tomboy" or possibly "girl" - not "woman" tho, that feels very weird somehow. like, she's very at home in her body (and loves her tits lol), but she doesn't feel *feminine*, and never much related to girly stuff. doesn't mind dressing up in like a fancy dress or whatever, but thats exactly it - it's dressing up, a costume. but like, whatever, its not that important to her. *i* definitely put more thought into her identity than she ever would... 😂

kat: aro lesbian. and that actually took her a while to figure it out, like she was in her early 30s after having been straight-married for 5+ years. always pushed any attraction to women aside, and like "it's ok if sex with my husband isn't thaat great, i just dont have a huge libido, but i dont hate it or anything 🤷". yea well turns out that was incorrect lol. some things led her to reevaluate her life at that point, like what she really wants and all that, and finally accepted that a) definitely not straight, in fact very lesbian, and b) probably doesn't feel love like other people do, at least not in a romantic sense. by now (at 50) she's very chill with it tho. it just took a while lol. as for gender: very securely cis.

july: oh sweet july. some kind of bi demisexual. grew up in a pretty homophobic environment (not in a particularly hateful way, just more like "we dont talk about that"), so when the first teenage girlcrushes happened that wasn't easy for her. of course she was also too shy to actually do anything about any of those, so it wasn't a suuuper pressing problem, but still. that brought a few crises, in addition to all the *other* teenage crises. it all got a bit easier during college when she actually met other queer people, and by now she's perfectly fine with being into people of all genders. the sex thing tho is a bit more complicated, she has a few hangups (quote: "i'm not even sure if i even like sex x_x") around that. not sex-repulsed, just too full of autism and anxiety to really let go and actually explore what she likes and what not (we'll get there eventually lol). gender: that's one of those "ohhhh better not think too hard about that one for now, i might learn things i dont wanna know 🙃" topics for her lol. probably some flavor of nonbinary, girl-adjacent. definitely the type of person who would fall in love with some neopronouns and then never mention it to anyone ever to not inconvenience people 😬

daria: lesbian, probably also demisexual. realized that pretty early, had supportive parents so that never was a huuge issue, but also it's not like she fell in love particularly often. like, it was never a big topic to think about it, in general. she barely considers it part of her identity, would rarely call herself a lesbian probably - just "likes women". and by now she has basically been celibate for like 10 years since her wife died anyway, so whatever. it's not like she misses being close to someone, haha, definitely not 🙃😬 as for gender: move along, nothing to see here, totally definitely cis 🙃😬 (we'll get there eventually 😂)

eleonor: aroace & agender. they never had a crisis about that in any form, it was more like "other people are weird". like, they're kinda fascinated in an anthropolgical sense about the whole song & dance of people's sexuality and pair-bonding and whatever, and of course also tried a bunch of things (for scienceTM basically), always coming to the conclusion that anything having to do with other bodies is pretty gross, and romance is an invention by hollywood or something. and also putting a bunch of arbitrary things into "male" and "female" boxes is weird as hell and makes no sense. people are so strange sometimes (tfw autism. so relatable)

quinn: aro lesbian. actually started making out with girls in her teens because she was *the* most contrarian little goth brat, and "making out with cheerleaders" felt like being badTM somehow? idk don't ask me, i'm sure it made sense to her 😂 anyway, eventually realized "wait, i actually do like that, in fact i only like women. and maybe twinky little emo boys, but those don't count." occasionally calls herself bi lesbian just to piss off people who think that's not a thing. gender: kinda nonbinary-adjacent in a "i dont actually care that much" way. like, her gender is "goth" maybe lol. occasionally goes by they/them pronouns in solidarity with el.

fia: yet another bisexual in that "idk, never gave it much thought and it never was much of a deal anyway" way. like "isn't everyone at least a little bit bi? no? eh, whatever." gender: pretty securely cis, but also just never thougt about it that deeply.

helena: yet another aro lesbian, idk why i have so many of those 😂 realized the lesbian-ness pretty early but only started to act on that when she came to the us in her early 20s. struggled a bit with the aro-ness because while she liked the women she was with, it always felt weirdly one-sided, they always wanted to be a lot more serious than she ever did, and that always led to conflict. eventually realized "hey maybe i just dont fall in love with people, and thats ok". now always communicates that very openly right from the start when she meets someone. but of course that still doesn't always help - she always hates it when a very nice friends-with-benefits situation suddenly turns into drama because the other person suddenly did develop feelings. tis the aro plight. also kink plays a huge role in her whole sex life. gender: was supposed to be cis but i feel like i accidentally turned her somewhat transmasc coded 🤔 we'll see how that turns out eventually lol

Happy pride month! Is your OC part of the LGBTQIA+ community? What was their experience with figuring out their identity like?