#for once i wasn't very careful about the chatter so a lot of them have some bits on the edges. whatever its art

[mildmayfoxe]

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[black-aurora-nora]

New Baby Pt. 1 | Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Inspo: @i-cant-sing

You weren't woken up by the familiar sound of a heart monitor or the chatter of nurses. You were woken by something much more unexpected.

You felt the sun's shining warmth against your face. Someone was gently attempting to shake you awake. Their hand felt huge in comparison to your shoulder and you fought to get yourself to wake up.

"(Y/N), it's time to wake up now." A deep voice told you when you let out a tired whine.

Finally, your body cooperated and allowed you to flutter your eyes open.

You immediately took in the stranger sitting in the bed beside you, then the pastel bed sheets and the feeling of silk pajamas that you definitely weren't wearing the day before.

You scrambled back in shock, your mind screaming danger.

This wasn't the hospital and the red-haired man sitting in front of you was neither a nurse or a doctor that you recognized, and he wasn't wearing anything that told you he was a medical professional.

He didn't seem very shocked at your behavior either, just a little worried.

"Who are you?!" You asked, now standing at the opposite side of the queen sized bed you'd just been sleeping in, "And where am I?! This isn't the hospital!"

Your heart rate was picking up and your chest was beginning to hurt. You knew that you needed to sit down but how could you when you'd just woken up in a strange place with a strange man?

The man didn't answer either of your questions, only glancing at you in concern, "I'll answer your questions, but you need to sit down and lower your heart rate before you pass out."

How did he know about your heart condition, you wondered. Was he actually a nurse?

No, that couldn't be right.

You were very obviously in someone's house; most likely his.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you asked again, "Who are you and where am I?"

You could tell the man wasn't happy about you not sitting down but he relented, "My name is Todoroki Enji, but you will address me as 'dad'. And we're in your room in our home."

You faltered at the new information and shook your head like it was reflex, "You... you're not my dad though. My dad looks nothing like you... What's happening?" Tears welled in your eyes, anxiety springing back into your body, "I want my mom! Please take me back to her!" You pleaded.

Enji only sighed, softly shaking his head, "I know this a lot to take in, but this is your home now. Your biological parents decided to leave you in our care-"

"No!" You snapped, "No, they didn't! We were supposed to go to the movies today!" You recalled the day prior and gripped at the silk cloth over your chest, heart drumming and chest beginning to grow tight, "Tak-" You gasped out, "Take me to my parents! Right now! Right now! Right now!"

Enji stood up at your screeching and your voice got caught in your throat.

He was so large and intimidating. He could probably kill you with ease.

And having that knowledge in mind had you second-guessing if you could just scream your way out of this situation.

"(Y/N), I will not tolerate this behavior. Either you calm yourself down or you can take a nap and we can try again later. What will it be?" He questioned.

Oh, how you really did want to calm yourself, but how could you?

It felt like someone was squeezing your chest like a tube of toothpaste. No matter how hard you tried to take a deep breath, your lungs remained clamped shut like a clam.

Heart drumming in your ears, your sight blurred significantly and spots began to decorate the fuzzy world around you.

Next thing you knew, your knees buckled from beneath and you dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.

Enji cursed under his breath, strolling around the bed and settling you back under the pastel comforter.

He knew you wouldn't take any of this easily, you were young after all, younger than Shoto, now that he was thinking about it.

But he was sure that once you met the rest of the family, you would warm up to them in no time.

Once he made sure that you were sound asleep, he left your room and was immediately greeted by the rest of his family gazing at him expectantly.

Shoto glanced up from his phone, "That didn't sound too good." He commented.

Rei stepped forward, hand clutched to her chest worriedly, "Is my baby okay? She sounded so upset."

With a nod, Enji explained that your first awakening went just as smoothly as he thought it would, "I'll make sure to show her the 'letter' her parents left for her. Hopefully, she'll be more at ease around us thinking that her parents really did leave her in our care."

Rei gave an agreeing nod, "Absolutely, anything to get her to trust us."

Natsuo grumbled, clearly frustrated, "Damn, I was really hoping we could meet her today and have dinner together like a family."

Fuyumi kept a hopeful smile on her face, "Don't worry, she'll be ready tomorrow and we can have a nice breakfast together! Right, dad?"

"Of course. (Y/N) is the key to fixing our broken family. She'll be ready tomorrow." He said knowingly.

They quietly left your door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the day.

You'd need your energy for tomorrow.

[supernovasilence]

Narnia headcanons: characters + how they take being sick

Peter: baby. Absolute needy baby. He's sick and he's miserable and everyone needs to feel sorry for him and take care of him. Will put on a good face in public because he knows the High King has to project strength and security but with family and friends he's just absolutely Suffering. The only time he's stoic is when he's seriously injured and doesn't want to scare his siblings (but then they're scared anyway because they can tell it's serious). Also so bad at not scratching scabs, bug bites, etc. All his siblings learn how to automatically say "Peter, don't scratch" whenever he has something they know he's going to pick at.

Peter: *absently starts picking at a scab*

Edmund, chucking a pillow at him from across the room without looking up from his book: peterdon'tscratch

Peter, indignantly: I wasn't!

Susan: the only one of the lot who acts halfway sensibly when sick. As long as she has a good supply of books and tea she will settle down and rest, though she does have a tendency of ignoring when she's starting to get sick. Running Narnia is a full time job; she can't afford to rest today, but tomorrow, or the day after, things will be quieter, and then ofc they never are. The others learn to watch when she starts getting extra snappy, because it means she's feeling bad and muscling through it, and they need to take some of her work off her hands so she can be convinced to go rest

Edmund: Thinks he'll enjoy the chance to lie around doing nothing but gets restless within a day, and then is grumpy and sulky. Like Susan, has a tendency to push himself when he starts getting sick, making it worse in the long run, except he's better at hiding it

Lucy: goes back to running around doing stuff the instant she starts feeling better, and then is worse again the next day. This happens every time and she never learns. Her friends/family make sure at least one of them sits with her when she's sick so they can make sure she stays in bed (imagine Mr. Tumnus playing her lullabies and telling her about all the magical sights and scenes they'll go see once she's better but that means resting first or the Beavers chattering away to her or Susan reading to her or Edmund telling her increasingly wild tales about what's supposedly going on in Narnia without her and occasionally physically sitting on her out of purest duty as an older sibling (Lucy: I can murder you without leaving this bed!) or Peter insisting he has to leave the busy everything that wants the High King's attention right this moment because he has an important matter to attend to and the important matter is cuddling his little sister and promising she can get out of bed soon or poor confused Caspian distracting Lucy by letting her teach him the rules of those hand-clapping games (a 30-second wikipedia dive also leads me to believe rock-paper-scissors would have made it to Britain by the 1940s))

Caspian: probably that one person who never gets sick. Even when a bug's going around and everyone else is hacking and snotty and miserable, he's fine and everyone hates him. The few times he does get sick, it's randomly in the middle of summer when no one else is sick and he hasn't gone out in the rain or done anything differently than usual and no one gets how he's sick now. Caspian is quietly melodramatic and just. resigns himself to death. Guilt trips people into taking care of him almost as much as Peter, except that he's not actually trying. Peter finds it very unfair people are sympathetic to Caspian and not to him

Eustace: whiny whiny baby and hypochondriac that convinces himself he's dying. Is lucky the internet has not been invented yet because he would end up on webMD, certain he has everything

[lupinduda]

how i percieve jegulus along the hogwarts years

First year:

Sirius' youngest brother's entrance at Hogwarts was sort of the event the Marauders were waiting for since the past year. Sirius wouldn’t stop chattering about it, but he seemed kinda disappointed when Regulus wasn't put in Gryffindor like him, and neither seemed to be willing to meet his new friends.

As Remus and Peter accepted Regulus' refusal of their friendship well, James was a little amused by the youngest Black, with his curly hair and his red cheeks. "How can he be so similar and so different from Sirius?" James thought. And he noticed that the mere glance of Regulus would cause the same sensation in him as Lily’s smile did. Intrigued, he started to notice Regulus, at first just to be sure he was adapting well to the school; after all, he was Sirius' brother. But after a while, he could feel Regulus' presence without even searching for it.

Regulus, on the other hand, felt like his world crashed in front of his young eyes. It was always his dream, his and Sirius', to attend Hogwarts, and they both did it. But his big brother had made new friends who were noisy and annoying. It was a group Regulus knew from the very beginning he would never fit in with, so he pushed them away, despising how much it hurt Sirius' feelings.

Second year:

In their 3rd year at Hogwarts, the Marauders already had made a big reputation, and everyone was always talking about them in the halls. Regulus used to be annoyed about people talking about his brother every time they talked to him, so he approached the only Slytherins who didn't: The Rosiers, Barty and Dorcas.

That, of course, pissed Sirius off so bad that he wouldn't stop complaining for almost a month. And once he was done with it, he had a huge fight with Regulus in front of everyone. Reg was so angry when he shouted, “Well, if you weren’t busy with your new family to remember you already had a brother, I would probably stay with you," that he didn't realize what he did until it was too late.

James was heading straight to the common room with candy to cheer up Sirius when he heard a soft whimper coming from a crying Regulus curled up on the ground like a ball.

"You know, he just wants you to be safe,""He doesn't care about me; he has you now," "That's a lie, Regulus. Sirius might love me, but he lives for you. We shouldn’t make him choose one if he could have both. You don't need to stand by me, just don't hate me... please?"

Third year:

Reg starts to respect James, now knowing he isn't trying to steal his place in Sirius' heart.

Regulus struggled with DADA; James offered to help.

Reggie is convinced by the very stubborn Marauders to accept his help.

They fought a lot at the beginning, always arguing about anything until James found that if he teased the right nerve, Regulus would blush and forget his words.

James found a new pleasure in life called making Regulus Black laugh or blush.

They start to get along; Regulus is understanding DADA and got his first high grade with James' help.

But James is really confused by the way he is feeling about Lily and Regulus.

James works out that Lily will probably not give him a chance anytime soon, and Regulus' heart does a backflip when he hears it.

They start to hang out even outside of the study section, sitting by the Black Lake where no one can see them, just to chat about literally anything. And Regulus is impressed by how smart James Potter actually is behind the flirty smile.

On the last day of his 3rd year, Regulus kisses James by their spot at the Black Lake and then really bravely runs away.

[dez-wade]

Would like to add my 2 cents onto the topic of Tallulah and Richarlyson's argument. I didn't live blog anything during that bc I realized fairly quickly that this argument they had was something that hit me very personally bc I've lived through it. It hit even harder due to me being an older sister with a younger brother

I can only speak about Bads stream bc that's who I was watching during this whole thing going on, so I dont know how it truly started besides Richas saw the painting Phil got from Cellbit and rightfully got upset about.

Just wanted to say how I loved Bad's handling of the situation with Tallulah. Reasoning with her while also validating her feelings bc it's so easy for parents to go "you're older, YOU have to apologize first" which... I have so many feelings about, but I could see that the conversation happening between BBH and Tallulah would be one of understanding and cooling down from an emotional moment. Also how Bad gave examples of his own experiences. How he's had fights with siblings or friends and understanding that SOMEONE has to apologize first bc you realize you both are in the wrong (which they were)

But chats refusal to see it like that truly got on my nerves. How no matter how many times Bad explained that they're kids and they'll overreact it just went through people's heads and they'd get upset about the situation again.

I can understand the reasoning some chatters had, but everyone NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND that this is roleplay. Yes the eggs are most likely played by people in their late teens to early 20's, but they're playing little kids, who don't have the emotional maturity of an adult, so that's how they're going to act: childish.

I thought Bad handled everything pretty well with the information he had, so I was very surprised to see that people were upset about it. I think there was no one on the server that could've handled that situation perfectly, and quite frankly I don't think there wasn't even a way to handle it perfectly at all considering you're dealing with two little kids and one way or another they'll get upset in which decision you make. Bad was great.

Forever's side for me was also completely understandable. I agree that he should have handled it better, but I also could see why he acted the way he did. A lot of people forget that Forever felt way more responsible for Tallulah because she's not his kid, Philza gave permission to take care of her after rejecting it once and he doesn't want to mess up. He will always be able to take care of Richarlyson after all this, but if he does something wrong with Tallulah, Philza will not let him take her again. It was a different type of responsibility. It was someone else's kid in his care!

And both Forever and Bad are also justifiable in thinking Richas was the immature one in that situation, because in their POV he put a material object over his relationship to his sister. That material might have a deeper meaning, but his sister would always be more important. Of course we, the audience, are very aware of Richarlyson's lore and that painting can't be compared to a normal real life painting, it's something much creepy and deeper than that, but their reaction over a situation like that for me was completely normal. If you're a parent of two kids, the last thing you want to see is one consider the other dead just because of a painting.

Also Richas never truly speaks about them besides saying he hates it, and that was the first time he actually expressed himself better about the whole Montelyson situation. So I hope he can communicate better in the future and their parents can get rid of that creepy thing once and for all.

[monin1ca]

Hello~ hope youre having a wonderful day!

Can you make a Yoru ff where fem reader, Yoru and some other agents were playing truth or dare, and reader dared Yoru to sing, but he refused. So later Yoru came into readers room to sing "Shinunoga E-Wa" and reader knows the meaning of the song, so they realize that the riftwalker likes them :D

Word count:740  Warnings: Nothing Just fluff :’) WOOOHOOOOOO I ENJOYED WRITING THIS

Why was he here again?

Yoru asks himself; it was a quiet night at the protocol. Well, aside from the fact the younglings were playing truth or dare at full volume. So many secrets were revealed during this game, and lots of stupid things were done. Cypher was having so much fun listening to and watching them. Though- this night wasn't a bad one; the attention turned to Yoru. It was his turn to be asked the question, “Truth or Dare?” Y/N excitedly asks, but he hesitates. “Dare?...” The other agents weren’t used to this Yoru, his voice that was usually heard with arrogance. Is now soft and meek; was he perhaps hiding something? 

“Ya know, Yoru,” Y/N began, “I’ve never heard you sing before!” The crowd begins to chatter and murmur in agreement and excitement, “So I dare you to sing!” Y/N smirks at the rift walker, but he wasn’t having any of it “W-what? You idiot, I never wanted to be here anyway.” He stands up, clearly in a rush to leave. “C’mon now, fam! That’s no fun!” Phoenix interjects; Yoru doesn't care and just flips off the latter. The others were left hanging, the anticipation killing them. ‘Was he good at singing and was just shy?’ or ‘Does he suck at singing? Even so, they probably won't judge’

The duelist rushes off to his room, loudly shutting the door behind him. He scavenges his room for his cigarettes and lighter; once found, he walks to the balcony and begins smoking. Whilst smoking, he thinks about his actions. He was a… mediocre singer; he didn’t sound bad at all! He had a chance to show off to his friends and, most especially, Y/N!  He blows out the smoke with so much frustration. Why did he walk out? Whatever, it doesn't matter; he plans on making it up to her.

Sometime later, after rehearsing what he wants to sing to you. Yoru gains the courage to walk to Y/N’s door. He softly knocks on her door, the tension in his body so strong it could kill him. He hears sluggish footsteps approaching the door; Yoru inhales and brings out his usual demeanor; Y/N opens the door, “Oh? Yoru? Whatcha doing here?” She drawls; it was clear she was kinda sleepy. “I’m here to make it up to you, idiot.” Though confused, she let Yoru into her room. She pats her bed, motioning for him to sit beside her.  He sits down and begins speaking, “Im here to make it up to you by... singing,” The rift walker says begrudgingly, Y/N squeals; surprised at his change of heart. “Well? Go on then!”

The male inhales slowly, “指切りげんまん ホラでも吹いたら 針でもなんでも 飲ませていただき (Pinky swear if I do tell a lie I'm willing to swallow needles or anything on) Monday, It doesn’t matter if it's Sunday.”  Ah, Y/N knew this song very well. Mostly because of TikTok but at some point, she was very fixated on this song ever since it became popular, she knew the English lyrics by heart at this point even the meaning. “鏡よ鏡よ この世で1番 変わることのない 愛をくれるのは だれ (Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Who would give me the most fairest love of them all) No need to ask cause it's my darling.” 

His voice was so different from his usual speaking voice. It was so mellow, soft and so enchanting. She could tell the man in front of her was pouring his heart out into this song. “わたしの最後はあなたがいい  (いい) あなたとこのままおサラバするより 死ぬのがいいわ 死ぬのがいいわ 三度の飯よりあんたがいいのよ (いい) あんたとこのままおサラバするよか 死ぬのがいいわ 死ぬのがいいわ (I want you to be my last If I had to keep being separated from you like this, I’d rather die, I'd rather die, I choose you over three meals a day, If I had to keep being separated from you like this, I'd rather die, I'd rather die,)”

Y/N was stunned, did he.. Really like her? Yoru stops singing, noticing the realization on her face. She pulls the duelist into a warm and loving hug, “I think I fell in love with you, even more, Yoru.” Yoru smiles, something he never did often. “Is this a yes?” He asks, just to make sure- “Yeah, I like you too Yoru.”

Author’s Note - HELLO I DUNNO IF I NAILED THIS DOWN CAUSE I FELT THE FORMAT WAS WEIRD, NONETHELESS I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDDD

[oddball-artz]

OMG YOU HAVE SPOONS!!!!!! YIPPIE!!!! (probably bc you got a good night's sleep)

And if you know me at all, be prepared for the sea of questions>:]

1) Go into detail about Dalia and Sabrina and their family in the second Gen au. Any Hcs or stuff?

2) Nyx and his relationship with his family.

3) (idk if it was onyx or nyx who had the ED, I forgor their names are so similar).Go into detail Abt thier ED, tho.

4) For the love of God drop Hcs till I die, I don't care for who, I just NEED them.

And, if you have spoons don't be afraid to look in your inbox for any other asks I may have sent/nf (bc both me and you forget about the asks tbh)

And as always, ily platonically, man :333

It is not the sleep, I don't need sleep, idk what it was if it wasn't the sleep, but im not being proven wrong /j

I've only got a couple, and they're pretty Dalia centric, but you can have em

Dalia picked up a bunch of tips and tricks for dealing with kids both from helping raise her siblings and from treating kids as a nurse, uses them all the time, her personal favorite thay she's picked up is doubling bedsheets when kids are sick so that if they get dirty you can just take it off and make it a later problem while you comfort said sick child. Dalia is also very sentimental as a parent, cries at every ceremony and graduation. Sometimes she'll say something that sounds like her mother and she goes quiet for a while after that. I have a feeling that Sabrina and Dalia's house tends to be the designated 'safe house' for Vee and Jasper's friends. Dalia's actually kind of happy about this, in her mind it's confirmation that she's not her mother. (This may or may not be based on the fact that my house irl is the safehouse). All I have rn, sorry

Next up Nyx, my boy. He feels like a walking second place trophy compared to all his siblings. Brushes it off in an Rottmnt Leo sort of way, through humor and a facade of confidence. Desperately wants anyone to be proud of him. Takes his little siblings out crimeing™️ together sometimes, and is like the number one supporter of their shenanigans. Let's them steal his shit, as long as they don't get caught(bc he taught them better than that). The only thing he'd put up a fight against having stolen is his binder, but that's about it.

Oh and Onyx is the one with an ED, she has anorexia specifically. It started with her just trying to lose weight, she's fairly light, but her frame is wide, so she didn't see any results and things got drastic from there, especially when people started making fun of her for her body. She's super sensitive to comments about her body, and the bullying just made it so much worse. She hates looking at herself, in mirrors, in pictures, anything. It's like her eyes pick out the flaws every time and she can't stand it. So she's trying to 'fix' herself, much to the worry of the people around her. She eats in the dream bubbles, but that's only because she knows that it isn't real. Harlow noticed this and has started sneaking food into the dream bubbles just so Onyx eats for once. Onyx still hasn't caught onto this.

And various hcs about the sillies

Onyx spins her drumsticks between her fingers when she's bored, she can do it really fast too

Nyx's hoodie he wears in his sprite is his dysphoria hoodie

Gray has a lot of little interests she keeps hidden. They tend to be niche and geeky, so she hides them to protect her image

Nyx can project his voice loud enough to yell over the band

Onyx is only ever quiet when she's flustered or thinking about somthing, other than that there's usually at least a dull chatter coming from her

Onyx is very physically affectionate, she straight up tackle hugs people.

Gray was a pageant kid,and his parents were very competitive about it. They still have all their sashes from it too

Onyx doesn't fight for herself, but if you say something bad about someone she cares about that's when she starts a fight. Starting fights like that is what got her thrown through a window that one time

Onyx is the one who started calling Alison peepaw, and it just stuck after that

When Alison sleeps she doesn't snore, she shuffles through radio channels under her breath, kind of like sleeptalking

Speaking of Alison, he's insecure about the radio affect his voice has

Alison is very protective of the kids she's 'adopted' (usually underclassmen, but they've also taken most of the radio class under their wing)

[lamemaster]

Thank you! I’m not sure what kind of description your looking for but I’ll give it my best. This is for the ship event. Also I really enjoy your writing it’s always fun to read!

I am an introverted woman who is great at pretending to be an extrovert in public but I get tired of people very quickly. I have a slight anger problem and get snappy (it only happens when I start to feel a little sick not an excuse but that is the most common thing.) To try and fix this I asked my friends and family to call me out on my attitude and stuff so I can better notice it and apologize.

I am mostly a calm personality until I either get really excited and passionate about something (I talk fast and get loud) or I am really anxious and nervous (take a lot of deep breaths and my shift around a lot).

I am sensitive to animals getting hurt I have to hug my animals and squeeze them good if I hear about another animal getting hurt. And I once tried to help a insect feeling really bad for it until I remembered that it’s actually the kind of bug you want to kill. Not a good example but kinda funny on my end.

Lastly I love to read, write and play video games.

I apologize for this being really long.

Reading your post, I felt like we were made from the same prototype lmao (snapping included).

Based on your description, I ship you with the gentle giant of Gondolin,❤️‍🔥 Rog❤️‍🔥.

Introvert with extrovert abilities, bubbly passionate being with a strong (uwu) love for animals, slight temper, sign Rog up.

My cannon Rog is a 'go-with-flow, it's fine, no problem' kinda elf BUT with you, it is not fine. How dare that elf look weird at your elf? Taking a stand for your elf is your birthright and nothing stops you from it ever (Rog thrives in his male wife era).

(Credit to the artist whom couldn't find)

The Lord of the House of the Wrath of Hammer does not believe that love knows no logic.

Every reason, every logic has only ever made him love you greater. You, who is willing to care for injured animals, a trait that deeply resonated with him. It wasn't uncommon to find you cradling some wounded creature in your arms. You seemed like a Maia of Yavanna herself, with the boundless love you had for the flora and fauna of the land.

However, your love wasn't limited to animals and plants alone. You were the life of social gatherings in Gondolin. Your spirited voice had the power to delight anyone fortunate enough to be in your presence.

Rog vividly remembered the first time he met you at one such gathering.

In a grand hall, filled with the entire population of Gondolin celebrating the annual feast, Rog found himself surrounded by other lords. Everyone was reveling in the joy of another new year. You were in the company of Lord Ecthelion, the Lord of the Fountain, but somehow, fate had led you to the same group of elves as Rog.

At that moment, Rog's thoughts didn't linger on your presence. Instead, he felt the overwhelming pressure to fit in, to be a part of the group, and to contribute to the witty conversations that flowed among the lords from the West. He had never felt more out of place. He couldn't help but believe that maybe he truly didn't deserve his lordship. He wasn't like them; his very name meant "monster," setting him apart from the rest.

Throughout the evening, Rog had attempted to interject his thoughts into the conversation several times, but each time his voice was drowned out by the bustling chatter of others.

"I-"

"Glorfindel! Come here, you oaf," someone interrupted him yet again.

Forcing a smile on his face, Rog tried again, "The harvest-"

"Did you see Salagant?" Glorfindel, who had just arrived, whispered excitedly, and once more, Rog's voice was lost in the cacophony.

"What about the harvest, Lord Rog?" a clear voice cut through the noise, and Rog's heart skipped a beat.

There you were, looking at him with the most earnest gaze. In a group that had overlooked him the entire evening, you listened to him with the utmost sincerity.

Maybe that was the reason Rog found himself walking you home that night, talking to you about everything that had gathered in his heart, mind, and soul, finally able to share his thoughts with someone who truly cared to listen.

[themoonsbride]

How, To, Disappear .

pairing; Teenage!Peter x Teenage!Fem!reader

summary; you and Peter are growing up in the lab together, and it just so happens to be his 16th birthday. (he's not too excited for it :( )

warnings; signs of depression / greif

a/n; I've had the idea of teenage!Peter for awhile and this is what I was able to come up with :) I'm sorry it's so short!! this was sort of rushed incase it wasn't already obvious (Lana title refrence 😘)

--×♥︎×--

You were doing your schoolwork all day in your own little office your grandfather, Martin, had let you have. You lived with your grandfather all your life, You never really knew why you never lived with your parents, nor why you hadn't seen them since you were practically born. You tried not to dwell on it a lot, though.

And to be honest, you hated living with your grandfather, but he would never have known that. You'd be in massive trouble if he found out, but you were pretty good at hiding it either way. You were respectful towards him like he taught you to be.

But he was very strict, he had certain rules that you found to be weird or idiotic. But you weren't allowed to complain about it, or he would get upset with you and go on a huge tangent on why even some of the "silliest" of rules were important. He had you do school from home, though this, wasn't really what you'd consider to be a home quite fankly. Who would? it felt as though you were living in a hospital and you weren't even sick.

He was preparing you to become a nurse one day for his "patients" as he called them. Though you'd found out awhile ago that they weren't patients, and they weren't really sick so to speak.

He had one "patient" and whenever said patient got sick, he'd bring him to you, to practice taking care of the rest of his patients whenever they'd grow ill or got hurt. It felt weird taking care of ill or hurt patients when you were only 15 years old though.

The patients name was Peter, and he was nice, he had weekly checkups, once a week you'd check in on him and you enjoyed it. Not only was he nice, but you thought he was pretty cute too. You met him when you were only 11 and he was 12. He was quiet and seemed to always be thinking about something. He never actually said what was going through his mind though, and when he did, it was rare.

Today he had his weekly checkup, and it was also his 16th birthday, you knew he wouldn't be excited because in the lab, Your gandpop didn't celebrate birthdays. Not even his own. you thought it was weird.

--×♥︎×--

You were checking Peter's heartbeats through your Stethoscope. "Breathe in." Your voice was soft and quiet.

You watched as he slowly breathed in, and then letting go, like a wave washing up on a beach and fading into nothing but wet sand.

You took the buds out of your ears and placed the necklace back from where you kept it, getting out your otoscope (ear checker) and ophthalmoscope (eye checker)and continuing on with his examination.

"Today is your birthday." You said, hoping to make conversation with him, sometimes he'd rather not speak, so he wouldn't, but most of the time you guys would talk during his exams, and would even chatter a little after you finished too.

"It's just another day." He replied dryly, he didn't seem happy about it, but then again, he couldn't celebrate his birthday anyways, but that still didn't mean you couldn't feel happy for yourself anymore right?

"Yeah, but it's your 16th birthday" you were hoping by the end of this conversation you could've changed his veiw point, but you were extremely doubtful, Peter was stubborn and it was hard to change his mind. Though he was never talkative at first, he still seemed like he had a little speck of himself left inside him, a part of him that held onto his past and when he was happy.

But now, after almost 4 years of knowing him, he seemed like he lost that part of himself, or maybe more so let go of it. It was noticeable by the emptiness in his eye and the sadness planted on his face at all times that he hated his life here, and it was understandable. But could he really have been going through depression?

Maybe it wasn't depression, maybe he was greifing his family since he was no longer able to see them since coming here at such a young age, even after knowing him for so long, he never liked to talk about his past, at all. But you'd always tell him things about yourself when you got the chance.

Like how you'd keep secret books hidden under your bed inside of your room that you'd read at night when you weren't afraid someone would walk in and take all of your secret belongings away.

You always thought he was ignoring you, or just simply wasn't listening whatsoever because he didn't care enough too, because he had bigger or better things to worry about, but he liked listening to you speak. Your voice was soft, and it had kindness in it like a small kitten cuddling up to its mother.

"What's so great about being 16 again." He replied, there wasn't much emotion in his voice when he spoke, it made you feel bad for him.

"Wait what? you've never heard of the saying 'sweet 16' for someone's birthday before?" you looked at him confused with your brows furrowed.

"You have?" He seemed a little suprised.

"Yes?"

"That's shocking considering you've lived in this building since you were young."

"Whatever, I know about it from my books, remember?" you whispered to him, he only nodded his head in response.

"I would've gotten you something for you today, but you know I'm not allowed too."

"It's fine, I don't want anything anyways."

"Not even a card? I'm sure I'd be able to sneak making you a card Peter." You frowned at him.

"No, it's fine Y/n, you don't have to do that."

"But why not? everyone deserves something for their birthday." You said lowering your tools, placing them back where they resided.

His eyes were stuck to the luminom floor, as if he were thinking of how to reply, which was unlike Peter, he usually knew what to say to you, he seemed less tense and more comfortable around you as the weeks went by.

"..Because I don't deserve anything for my birthday." He said, looking into your eyes before a gaurd had opened the door, pulling both of your attention from eachother onto the gaurd.

He didn't say anything more, he simply got up and left the room in his long, pale, dotted gown that showed merely just his ankles.

You felt your heart drop for him as the door clicked shut.

[nectaric]

GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN.

what made you pick up the muse you have? i'll pick a few: zeus was because i was obsessed with greek mythology thanks to percy jackson and other books i had read, but specifically with hades. when i stumbled across a group rp waaay back in the day that seemed cool, i wanted to join but hades wasn't available so i went "i guess i'll give zeus a shot" and the rest was history. i added athena bc i watched age of ultron for the first time, saw lizzie olsen and went "THAT'S ATHENA!!" i added demeter bc there were no active dem's at the time and i missed her :(

is there anything you don't like to write? there is very little i won't write, i think, under the right circumstances. i find super mundane stuff boring after a little while, but that doesn't mean i don't like it period. i guess i don't like writing things where my muses feel like punching bags *coughszeuscoughs* but i mean otherwise, i'm game for most things!

is there anything you really enjoy writing? FAMILY DYNAMICS are like. my number one. i love dads getting to bond with their kids. i love sibling shenanigans. i love family taking care of each other, i love family arguing, i love family opening up about their pasts and painful experiences. i. love. family dynamics so much, FOUND or otherwise! i'm also a fan of intense angst situations, too.

how do you come up with your headcanons? pure vibes, man. once i really get a feel for a character as i write them, the headcanons kinda just write themselves. some of my more in depth ones come from a lot of thought and speculation, usually done by talking to myself in my room lol, but i really just... imagine them up. sometimes it comes from talking with others, but that's slightly rarer.

do you write in silence or listen to music? usually without music, unless i actually have a space to myself and can throw on some instrumental stuff. but yeah, its usually just with the ambient sounds and chatter of my house.

do you plan your replies or wing them? sometimes i plan them when i first read them because i have a good idea, but for the most part, i wing it when i get to them.

do you enjoy shipping? for the most part, yeah. i can sometimes find shipping a little... repetitive. so i really do need a strong connection between muses and some exciting stuff to throw in to keep it interesting. i much prefer platonic / familial ships, but i do love a good romantic one, too!

what's your alias / name? renee! which is just my middle name but its a vibe, i like it better than my real name.

zodiac sign? aquarius babyyyyy!

birthday? it was back in feb

favorite color? i am such a sucker for green rn, in all shades, but i also really like baby blue n yellow.

favorite song? i think rn its superstar by lilyisthatyou

last movie you watched? MOVIE? i think it was barbie actually

last show you watched? sword art online kdjfhnd

last song you listened to? life itself by glass animals

favorite food? oh my GODDDDD okay listen up. my favourite food ever is a very specific taco from a tiny hole in the wall shop in san jose iturbide, mexico. its a chorizo taco con cebollas and some salsa verde and i DREAM OF THOSE TACOS. i ate those like four times a week for four months. they're incredible.

favorite season? i'm an autumn girlie at my heart, but canada rarely lets me have a NICE autumn :((

do you have a tumblr best friend? @aetheryic is my literal bestie of like 11 years or something and was the one who ran the group rp where i discovered my love of zeus so :///

tagging: all of you!

[bluebunnyears-08]

One Raised by One, The Other Raised By Another

Just a simple what-if fic.

What would happen if only one of the brothers was raised by Elder Kettle, and the other one was raised by the Devil?

A LOT of trauma, death, and horrible, heartbreaking angst; that's for sure.

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I do advise against reading this if you're attached to ANY of these characters or are very sensitive

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Fire.

That's what Mugman knew his whole life. Nothing but hellfire and screams. He was used to it now. 

This was what his whole life was filled with. Just the demonic energy as it swirled around him every day, and the wails and screams from sinners being tortured as he strolled down the isles of Inkwell Hell. Sometimes that strong, painful energy was used to reprimand him when he didn't do something right or when he failed in his duties, sometimes those screams were his, ignored by those who heard them, some being too busy in their agony to care about his, and others, imps, were used to the sickening sound.

Multiple scars and wounds covered his body covered by his clothes from his lessons. It didn't hurt him, not anymore. He was used to it, been used to it for a long time now. He understood why he was punished. He wasn't doing something right, he failed in his job, he spoke when he wasn't spoken to, he wasn't fast enough, wasn't good enough. He didn't see it as something bad, just something necessary.

He stopped fighting back.

He took his reprimands silently, acceptingly.

Unfortunately even that wasn't good enough for the boss, who lived off of suffering and agony. The tyrant subjected him to more mental punishments when he didn't scream or whimper from physical wounds.

He did much better after that adjustment. He couldn't hold his mental wounds, couldn't feel them because they weren't physical, couldn't rub them with ointment and cover them up with bandages.

They were permanent .

And he hated them.

Hated how they kept him up at night, making dark circles form under his eyes, showing off his fatigue for those who even cared enough to see. Hated how he'd stop breathing at some random point and panic for no reason at all. Hated how he feared his own emotions, so much that he separated himself from them as much as he could.

They were nothing but promises of more pain and agony.

His expressions and voice were now dull, monotone for those around him. For those who even bothered to give him their time, not for simple chatter, but to point and whisper, to tease and laugh and mock at. After all, how odd it was to be a place full of imps and demons, and then have only one out-of-place cup living and working among them.

He hated his co-workers. He didn't have any friends, but he felt he didn't have the time for any anyway.

There was one who was nice to him, a small plump imp called 'Henchman'. Their chats never lasted for long though. And when the Mug was horribly and brutally tortured, the imp never stepped in once but gave him bandages and ointment creams with a happy smile, devoid of any empathy. His kindness and the topic of sympathy were never the same.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway though.

Any bond the mug had with anyone never lasted long. If he bonded with the prisoners, his mind would be plagued with their glares of hatred and betrayal when their time came to be tortured, or when he would torture them himself. He never bonded with the imps, they all thought he was strange and ugly, with the handle on the back of his head, or the fact that he was made out of fragile glass.

He couldn't blame them, he thought he was odd and ugly too.

He never saw any reason not to think so. He was a one-of-a-kind. Not in personality but in what he was.

A mug.

A mug who was devoid of any hope or happiness. A mug who was simply a child in horribly wrong hands. A mug who yearned for any kind of warmth or kindness. A mug who wanted, who craved any kind of care or love. A mug who was so broken that no amount of therapy could help him recover from his mental scars, which run so deep.

He was a mug who was nothing more than a person who needed help and wanted it badly, never thought he deserved it, keeping his mouth shut.

He needed an emotion other than dullness, border, or heart-pounding terror. He couldn't remember any time he truly ever smiled.

He needed a break.

So when a certain man with a die for a head went down to fetch him, and rather rudely I may add, all he found was nothing more than an empty room, the mug long gone.

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Warmth and joy.

Mugman learned those two things in a certain, but oh-so-special moment in his life. He met someone, someone energetic, someone brash, someone adventurous, but also kind and warm. 

He found his first-ever friend.

He was a cup creature like him, only having red on his nose and clothes and straw. His eyes were big and cocky, but also held a sense of friendliness in their gaze. His voice was loud and scratchy, spewing out whatever nonsense he felt like spilling.

His name was 'Cuphead', and Mugman found joy.

When they first met, he seemed odd to the other cup coming out of the bushes. But strangely, the child seemed to have taken a liking to him in a matter of seconds. He introduced himself and prompted Mugman to do the same. They shook hands, Mugman's handshake being tense and nervous, his hands ice cold to the touch, the cup's being confident and carefree, his hands warm.

Mugman felt warmth for the first time.

They went on adventures together, whenever Mugman would sneak out of Hell. The first time he got caught, he was reprimanded once more, but this didn't deter him.

He finally found someone who liked him, who didn't greet him with a glare or a look of disgust, but a joyful smile and a happy wave.

Mugman felt care.

When he visited Cuphead more and more, they became even closer. Almost like brothers. He eased up around the child and began to unwind. It felt more than nice. He wasn't reprimanded for having opinions, for showing what he felt.

He was called a lovely name: 'Mugsy'. Said with affection and care.

Mugman could almost sob with joy.

Then they met another, and Mugman was filled with euphoria at the implications of having two whole friends, who accepted him and truly liked him.

Mugman finally felt what it's like to be loved for the first time in his life.

He wished and prayed that it wasn't taken away from him. Prayed that the world was finally giving him mercy.

But nothing lasts forever.

He soon learned that the cup was very impulsive, an easy target for scammers or other people who could harm him. The other friend he had, Ms. Chalice, was a con artist, but he didn't have to worry about her harming them.

Mugman felt protectiveness. He wasn't going to let anything hurt his friend or his brother.

He wished he didn't let them see the horrible thing.

The dreadful casino.

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How did this go so wrong?

How...?

Why, why, why, why...?

It all happened when the cup foolishly believed his boss's promise of riches. They were tricked, he was going to kill him. 

Until the fiend proposed a different idea. Collect all of his runaway debtors and he might spare them. Mugman saw through the lie immediately, but given that hope spot, the cup and chalice agreed desperately. Mugman didn't say anything. As they were rudely kicked out, Mugman practically felt his boss's stare on his back, a stare tainted with nothing but mischief and sadism.

He didn't know why his boss didn't share his secret with the very two he kept it from. Unease spreading throughout his body, he was dragged along by the other two.

It took two days to get the task done, having received potions from the cup's elderly caretaker.

When they defeated the foolish King Dice, they approached the devil without fear. When they refused to hand the contracts over, the devil, that bastard, did something Mugman would never forgive him for.

He revealed everything that Mugman kept hidden.

When they heard about this, shock and disbelief formed on the other children's faces. They at first vehemently denied it, refusing to believe Mugman would be capable of even considering joining the awful dark side. But Mugman confirmed it all.

It was silent.

Then they asked why, heartbreak and betrayal in their gazes, but the mug didn't have an answer. He simply looked down at his shoes.

But the next thing they did surprised him. They accepted the truth. They accepted everything that Mugman kept from them. Said that he was their friend. Said he was their brother.

Mugman felt the sting of tears.

The boss said nothing, frustration was written all over his face. But then something seemed to chime in the being's head because a malicious and devilish smile overtook his features. He simply pointed his trident at Mugman and fired before any of them could stop it.

All Mugman felt was unbearable pain, nothing but agony. He heard the other two call out his name in worry, felt gentle hands on his back, and heard the deity's horrible laughter.

The next thing he knew, he tore through clothes.

He tore through glass and skin.

He heard their pained cries, and felt their hands against his mouth, begging him to stop. To try and remember.

But there wasn't anything Mugman could do but sob, tears dripping down his face, sizzling out on the hot stone floor. He was nothing but a puppet under the Devil's control.

He begged and pleaded and prayed for any chance of gaining control. Of stopping this. But nothing.

The chalice was the first to go. Her face was disfigured along with the rest of her body. Her skull shattered.

Then was the cup, his last cry forever haunting the mug's mind:

"Mugsy no!"

His chest was torn open, his face was littered with cracks, the last of life draining away, and tears streamed down his face. Even in his dying state, the cup's eyes still bore into Mugman, this time being nothing more than hollow empty nothingness, the kindness and warmth forever gone from the world.

When he was done, Mugman could do nothing.

He couldn't even sob anymore. He ran out of tears for once.

All he did was stare in silent disbelief.

The Devil simply laughed and laughed and laughed . He mocked the mug, threatened him, and taunted him about all he had lost.

What the deity didn't expect was the mug suddenly snapping and rabidly tearing into him like a deranged animal. His pitchfork kicked away, and he was too shocked and powerless to do anything else.

This time, the only screams and pleas for mercy, were from the very person who lived off it.

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Mugman felt grief and despair.

The first people to show kindness and warmth to him were now gone. The only things that mattered to him were far away, all the way up there. In the place upstairs.

Where they belong.

They might have been reckless and greedy at times, but that wasn't their main defining trait. Wasn't his main defining trait. 

Brash, stubborn, clever, reckless, cheerful, adventurous, hopeful, relentlessly optimistic, friendly, warm: he wished he could witness those again. Wished he could roll his eyes or scold the cup when he did something stupid again, wish he could tap dance along with Ms. Chalice once more, wish he could feel their loving embrace in a group hug.

Wished he could hear that special, affectionate word once more.

But it was too late. They were gone. He had nobody to cry to. No arms to hold him in a warm embrace.

He was as alone as he began.

Mugman felt rage.

Towards the person, he had locked up tight. The person he went down to give his dose of sadism to. The sadism, he never truly felt satisfied with. He lost all his happiness, now he was simply drained.

Mugman felt hatred.

He blamed himself for it all. If he had done nothing if he had simply continued to watch the world from outside. If he had simply continued to not be a part of the world, things would have turned out so much differently. They would have been alive and happy.

So for their sake, he continued to live. For them. He did the things they wanted to do. Watch the new Dirk Dangerous movie at the theatre, go on as many rides as possible at several amusement parks, eat a stomach-aching pile of sweets, explored Inkwell Isles, and so much more. Such simple, mundane things.

Such special cherishes.

It was oh-so-achingly beautiful.

The Devil's minions feared and hated him, but he didn't care. Couldn't care less. This wasn't for their sake anyways. They weren't as obedient when he first ruled, but when he snuffed out a traitor, that stupid dice, in vile and awful ways, they started to conform to him.

He could practically smell their fear. And he both gagged and relished at the implications it brought.

He kept a distant and aloof demeanor toward his minions. Made sure not to falter or reveal his true feelings of nothingness and emotion-numbing pain.

So when they would hear him sobbing himself to sleep every night, every night, they did their best not to acknowledge or speak about it. It was best for their safety.

When they saw him hitting himself on the head out of frustration and anger, with enough force to form cracks and bruises, they minded their own business. When they heard him mourn over the two children's graves, they turned their gaze.

They didn't see a powerful and respectful leader, they merely saw a broken, emotionally unstable, psychologically exhausted, and mentally fragile child who looked ready to snap at any given time. They did their best not to push him to that point. But they lost sight of whether it was out of pity or fear.

But if they hated it, they couldn't do anything to help themselves, they were only minions after all.

So they did nothing and accepted the new Devil. The new ruler of all hell, broken and already defeated.

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I am not sorry >:)

Muahahahahahahhaha!!!

[thesoulofasurvivor]

The Last of Us Season 1 Episode 3

alrighty folks there's a lot to unpack here. I'll be honest, the episode wasn't bad. I enjoyed it, but it definitely left me very... unsatisfied. personally.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, do not press "keep reading" if you have not watched The Last of Us Episode 3

Starts off fantastic! We get to see Joel grieving the loss of Tess, there's tension between him and Ellie and she definitely calls him out by saying that it was their choice to take the job and it wasn't her fault that Tess got bit and died. We can clearly see Joel processing that comment and I'm pretty sure he wanted to yeet her into the river right then and there 😂

I loved seeing the two of them just traveling together on the road, seeing that plane, and Joel opening up and telling Ellie about the suspicions of how the infection all started. Them going into that store place, and Ellie finding that stalker trapped under all that rubble was so cool tbh and creepy. Seeing the infected up close and personal like that is crazy.

But what this episode seemed to prioritize was the relationship between Bill and Frank, we see that Bill is left behind when FEDRA came through to do a sweep of the town. It's incredibly morbid but we see the people whom the skeletons belong to, a woman and her baby in that rainbow cloth, it was very much a punch in the heart for me tbh. Bill hides in his bunker and waits until FEDRA leaves and he makes the town his safehaven. We see him meet Frank, we watch them fall in love and we see Frank fall ill. I absolutely adored all of this.

In the game, Frank is already dead and we never meet him prior to his death. He and Bill get into a fight, Frank leaves and then later on while Bill is traversing the town with Joel and Ellie to find a car battery, we find Frank who took his own life. In the game, the Bill we know is a hardass, he takes no shit, he's a loudmouth, he pretty much says whatever shit is on his mind. He acts like and claims that caring for other people is a waste of time, it's good for nothing but getting you killed, etc and that is what he tells Joel.

In the show, we see a brand new side of Bill, we see that he once had a lover, he felt deeply and he really loved someone. We see a softer, caring, compassionate side of him. I loved seeing this soft side of Bill.

But. And this is just my own opinion, of course... I am disappointed with how this ends. The whole episode we spend in the past, in flashbacks, save for the few scenes we get with Joel and Ellie. We get this incredible backstory on Bill that really improves his character so much from what we got in the game. I LOVED that extra character development. But in the end, when Frank dies, Bill takes his own life as well and that's it. That's the end of Bill. Joel and Ellie NEVER see Bill, Ellie never meets Bill, there's no Joel gets stuck in his trap, Bill helps them, there's no epic banter between Ellie and Bill, there's no chatter between Joel and Bill, there's nothing. No the three of them traversing town in search of a car battery battling so many infected GOD I would have liked to have more infected content. And of course, one of the biggest highlights in the game is when we meet our very first bloater in the entire series. The bloater that we encounter WITH Bill in the high school. This whole entire piece between Joel, Ellie and Bill is just... taken away.

Now personally, this very much irks because I enjoyed Bill's hardass character. I absolutely loved their little arc together. He's always been such an interesting character, living in this big town on his own. It just irks me. For them to say they are going to be extremely faithful to the game, and then not only change up everything about the lore (which, yes, I am enjoying the new lore, but that's not the point), but to also completely karate chop Bill's ENTIRE segment. Everything, all of it, just gone. The entire thing. It's just... Disappointing.

Listen I loved the episode, but I thought the whole thing between Frank and Bill was just backstory to show us why Bill would be the hardass that he is *now.* It's not that I hate it or anything, I'm just disappointed because I feel like Bill's character was more important than just a bunch of flashbacks. What was the point in even including him in the TV show if he was only going to be some random dude who lived in the past in these flashbacks?? He literally adds absolutely nothing to the main story of the show now, like he did in the game. So I just feel like... What was the point? That's all. I still loved it overall for everything else that it got so amazing well. Frank and Bill's relationship was beautiful. And fuck yes, I cried.

Anyways, we end with Ellie finding that note and I thought the note was funny and beautiful and heartbreaking when Bill told Joel to use all his gear to keep Tess safe. That was a jab in the feels. We see Ellie find a gun and of course, she decides to keep it! Obviously, why wouldn't she. She's asked for a gun like 10 times now, let the girl have a damn gun 😂

And Ellie gets her signature outfit that we see her wear throughout the summer chapter in the game!! I loved that so much, and it looks amazing on Bella Ramsey, she's really killing it as Ellie.

Also CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE TOILET PAPER? Fucking tell me that wasn't a lowkey poke at people during covid literally buying up ALL the damn toilet paper?? Like literally, I dunno about you guys but where I lived it literally became difficult to get toilet paper and people were charging outrageous prices for TOILET PAPER on amazon? The shelves were constantly EMPTIED. Just, when I seen Ellie grabbing the rolls of toilet paper I just, it brought back memories 😂😂

So that's really the most of how I felt about tonight's episode. Again, I didn't hate it, I just have feelings and felt they did Bill's character a disservice.

[fumiko-matsubara]

August 26, 2014 ー 14:39

Ryuunosuke allowed his eyes to laze around the people walking past them, with no intention other than just keeping himself preoccupied now that it seemed that Rio won't feel like talking again anytime soon.

They sat on one of the tables outside a nearby cafe, more or less patiently waiting for the rest of their friends to come back from whatever shopping adventures they have gone to. Ryuunosuke already knew what to buy and where to go, hence, he was the first to finish, noting a couple of shopping bags occupying the chair next to him. Rio wasn't meant to shop from the beginning and only tagged along because she had nothing to do for the day.

Rio sat idly in front of him, scrolling through her phone with one hand, and taking another sip from her iced coffee with the other. She was probably going through her social media feed to find something interesting to talk about with him.

The absence of loud chatters bugged him. He was way too used to having his ears blown off by his extremely talkative friends. Ryuunosuke would have pulled out his earphones to keep his ears occupied for the time being, but he felt like doing so would result in Rio dissing him for his music taste once again and honestly, he wasn't feeling up for having another argument.

That's why he focused his attention towards the passersby instead. Not too quiet for his own discomfort and not too loud to distract Rio. Plus, he can find a thing or two interesting enough to think about for the next couple of minutes.

So, when a lady with a ferret in her arms walked past them, Ryuunosuke couldn't help himself but think.

"There was a boy I liked back then," he spoke out loud without care. "His face reminds me of a weasel."

Rio immediately looked up from her phone and turned to look at Ryuunosuke, who was still gazing towards the people walking past them.

"He would show me a bunch of things I already knew about. But it didn't matter that I already knew those things." Ryuunosuke tore his gaze away from the street and finally acknowledged the iced coffee before him that was left untouched.

"I'm just happy that someone outside my family was willing to play with me."

Ryuunosuke unwrapped the straw and poked through the sealed plastic cup with it, giving it a little shake before taking a sip.

Rio just wordlessly watched him the whole time with bored eyes but was attentive nonetheless. She probably doesn't care enough to let him know what she thinks, but she also probably cared enough to allow him to elaborate on his own.

It's an unseen serious side of her that Ryuunosuke appreciates so much. It's what makes her the easiest for him to confide to.

"Parents had been telling their kids not to talk to me, let alone play, probably thinking I'm up to no good or something." Ryuunosuke frowned a little.

It was a very distant memory, he has a lot of friends now, someone he could see a future with, and Ryuunosuke could no longer even recall the face of those people. But he couldn't help but feel even a tinge of sadness whenever he recalls any part of his childhood that was outside the happy barrier his family had been protecting him in.

"Most kids listened and left me alone, but he..." He paused a little, eyes blinking to a widened pair like he just considered something. "...but Itachi-kun didn't. He always finds a way to play with me no matter how many times he's been told not to."

"Weasel."

Rio blurted out after a couple of seconds of silence.

Ryuunosuke let out a deep but mellow chuckle at that, his eyes squinting into nothingness as his grin grew wider. "Fitting, isn't it? I used to think that he was named after what he looked like, just like me."

But I doubt I'll ever know if that was the case or not. He thought to himself wistfully.

Rio hummed lightly as she rested her head onto her palm, the interest and amusement in her eyes were steadily growing, from what Ryuunosuke observed despite the nonchalant front.

"So this Itachi-kun was like your first friend, then. Did you hang out with him often?" She asked.

"Nope." Was the immediate answer. "I had a feeling he had been sneaking out so he could play with me. Something told me that his parents caught him and he wasn't allowed to leave his house alone." There was a slight twitch in Ryuunosuke's right eye as his frown deepened. "I haven't seen him since then."

Rio didn't say anything as she watched Ryuunosuke pick up his iced coffee and take a long sip from it. She had a feeling he wasn't going to just end the conversation from there. 

Ryuunosuke doesn't like leaving things hanging, after all.

"My house is quite far from the station, but I'd rather wake up early and walk there instead of taking the bus," he continued... although Rio couldn't tell if he was swerving off the topic or not. 

He fiddled with the table napkin before wrapping it around the wet plastic cup. "Now that we're older and likely hold a lot of freedom to go wherever we want to..." 

He quickly glanced towards Rio before looking away, breaking off the momentary eye contact. "I was hoping I could get a glimpse of him if I take my time walking around our neighbourhood."

Rio blinked repeatedly at that and leaned back in her seat. "Since when have you been doing this?"

"Since I enrolled to our school." Ryuunosuke picked up his iced coffee to take another quick sip.

"And no luck?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Nope." He shook the cup now that there were mostly iced cubes in it remaining. "He probably went to a school far from here... or his family probably moved out of town, who knows?" 

With a tired sigh, Ryuunosuke placed down the empty plastic cup, his fingers tapping on the table now that he had nothing else to keep his hands busy.

"I just wanted to know if we could still be friends, so I'm a little bit too hopeful."

As if Rio noticed what he was doing, she pushed a sealed cup of iced coffee towards him with a snort. It was originally meant for Sugaya in case he returned soon enough, but she could just order him another one instead.

Ryuunosuke raised an eyebrow at that. "You realize you're gonna have to make another order again, right?"

"The ice is about to melt away with this one, anyways." She gave him a nonchalant shrug before standing up. "I doubt Sugaya-kun would like that."

Ryuunosuke allowed a small smile as he gently took the offered cup of iced coffee. He used his old straw to poke through its seal.

Rio can be extremely nosy and intrusive when she sees someone hiding anything that interests her. Ryuunosuke was long aware of that since being classmates with her in their second year and he doesn't like it, so he had been cautious around her since then. That's how he figured out along the way that what kept her mouth shut from spilling anything was to outright confide them to her.

She knows damn well how to keep a secret, Ryuunosuke learned after the Kyoto trip. And maybe it was just him, but after confiding a secret to her once, Rio stopped prying things from him.

Likely because she knew he could trust her to keep another one.

And she's not wrong. It wasn't exactly a secret, but Ryuunosuke had never talked about this to anyone, not even to his family, so he supposed this counted.

Rio soon returned to their table with a small tray of brand-new iced coffee. Ryuunosuke thought she was too quick, but he supposed he was probably zoning out more than he was thinking.

"So..." Ryuunosuke tore his eyes away from where they were zoning out, to see a mildly grinning Rio before him. Um. That's not good. "You've really been crushing on boys since you were a kid, huh?"

Ryuunosuke frowned sourly at the annoying way she was wriggling her eyebrows at him.

"Is that seriously your main takeaway out of everything I just told you?"

Rio may be the easiest for him to confide in, but goddamn, she sure knows how to push his buttons.

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Sick fic ideas cause I'm still sick but I got tea

Imani getting sick means countless apologizing and denying she's sick

Melia would have had to force her to bed since it was getting bad.

Ren and Aelita had to come in a scold her for not taking proper care of herself, which causes her to ultimately relent and let everyone take care of her.

Again, she apologizes a lot for "having people take care of her when the they all went through so much already"

Melia is the first to point out the Imani too has been through a lot. Something that none of them can even fathom going through.

Venam adds on that even if they didn't go through so much shit, they still could have cared for Imani. Everyone agrees full heartedly.

If it weren't for the fact that Melia made sure everyone don't get too close to Imani since she's sick, Ren and Aelita ( especially Aelita) would have showered Imani with kisses and so many compliments.

But either way they- oh. Oh wait, she's crying. Imani's crying.

Melia's rule of distance gets thrown out the window momentarily to give her best friend a hug. Everyone follows suit( well maybe not Erin but she's hugging in spirit)

Imani shoos them away after her crying has settled down. She really doesn't want them getting sick.

After some tea, soup, medicine and casual chatter Imani is pulled into a peaceful slumber, knowing she is loved.

Leo's turn

Leo being sick is kinda funny with how blunt he gets

His insecurities are blocked by his mushy brain so he kinda has no filter.

For example: "Why are men so hot, it's not fair" <- still in denial ( even if he wasn't, it's still not something he would say out loud just yet)

He doesn't immediately get flirty, but the lack of inner homophobia holding him back does make him a bit more forward, even if it comes out slurred and drowsy( cause he's sick)

Cain finds all of this very amusing.

Even more so to how clingy Leo gets when he's around. Everytime Cain tries to go get something for him ( tea, or his medicine), Leo always starts to whine and pout about not wanting him to leave. It sends Cain's heart flying.

Honestly it would send whoever Leo's into heart flying, it's very cute.

Eventually Cain does leave promising to be back,and in his place comes Suraya.

It's here where these two get to talk like actually siblings for once. Suraya does try to be a mother here, but it quickly melts away when Leo starts throwing playful jabs her way. It ends up with the two of them just laughing together ( not too hard, cause Leo will get dizzy), and just bring siblings together, which hasn't really happened in so long.

When Cain comes back, Leo lights up even more. Cain and Suraya give each other a look, silently agreeing to not tell him about any of this when he gets better for his sake.

But knowing both of them, they would drop some hints to tease him with, much to his confusion later on lol.

I want to add Taka and Cal here but I think it would be the following " is surprised to how clingy Leo is towards theme,thinks his pouting is adorable, and playful teasing that tetters the line of flirting ( I think Cain is straight up flirting tho lol.... Taka might be a little more flustered given how direct Leo is being).

And yeah! Sick fic ideas. Will I ever write these down? Probably not, I'm lazy. But I hope you enjoyed them :)

[rimouskis]

okay for me i found the gideon the ninth audiobook narration kind of off putting, the voice actress just wasn't my vibe, but once i physically read it and like developed my own like narrative voices for all the characters i really got into it. it's also one that's meant to be read and reread with a lot of foreshadowing and clues and worldbuilding that can be confusing on a first read but on rereads are super engaging and really click. the second book messes around with different pov structures and flashbacks that seemingly contradict the first book until various plot things are revealed

(also there was a post that said something along the lines of "all the narrators in the locked tomb series are people who are constantly three steps removed from having any clue what's going on" and while i really loved that aspect i know lots of people find it frustrating)

I liked the voice actress! I was amused by her accent, haha, but I'm easy in that way. I typically love books with lost of foreshadowing and delicate plot things going on, but I felt, like.. so disconnected from the actual plot in a bad way.

[spoilers below!]

like I think it started off in a very promising way... gideon wants to escape, the escape fails, she gets whisked off-world... but as soon as they got onto first house I always felt like I was waiting for some higher stakes to connect gideon to the goings-on.

in a way I think harrow might have been a better POV character for this first book? she, imo, had more of a personal stake in winning. I personally didn't really get why gideon would need to care much about "winning" and ascending to lyctorhood. harrow... sure, I get that: she wants to obtain power since she's destroyed her house and family by being curious and not following rules, but when it came to gideon I just kept thinking, "why do you care? why wouldn't you want to run away? what is keeping you here (emotionally)?"

I also think the "lesbians in space!" bit was oversold, which was a slight bummer for me 😅 I LOVE ROMANCE I would have probably been happier if gideon and harrow had done a little "oh shit feelings reveal" moment halfway through the novel. I get that it isn't a romance buuuuut with all the chatter about it I almost wish it was! I do respect the fact that almost all the main characters were women and there were a lot of conflicts between them that were, like, "okay cool this is a Lesbian Narrative" but alas I am a romance girlie at heart.

back to the plot: I think gideon lacked motivation and stakes. I think she needed a more personal connection that was more clearly revealed to the audience. I LOOOOVE Big Reveals in books, but I like when they're deftly done. personally I felt the end fight (that took up like a solid hour of narration, I'm not going to lie ahaha) was basically an excuse to tie gideon up and have characters monologue at each other to explain why they care at all about the plot.

when we finally get the reveal that gideon and harrow have a shared past of being the only surviving children of the ninth and that gideon was feared for surviving the nerve gas, I was like: cool. when we got the reveal that gideon felt guilty for killing harrow's parents, I was like: ahaha wait. because we should have found that out much, much sooner as readers.

if muir had spent more time doing character work with gideon and delving into her headspace during the trials, I might have been more engaged during them AND we wouldn't have needed an infodump at the end. it MAYBE could have worked if harrow hadn't known about gideon's involvement at all (so there would be more stakes: I Must Keep My Secret From Harrow), but harrow knew everything [except for the precise "I'm personally culpable for their deaths" emotion gideon had, but even that was like... immediately introduced and immediately resolved, so we didn't even get any tension between them about it!].

I'll compare it to one of my favorite books ever, the queen of attolia. if you haven't read it, stop reading this post NOW and go read it, because I'm about to spoil the big twist that had me yelling in my car when I got to its section in its audiobook:

when it was revealed that Eugenides was in love with Irene, and had been in love with her when she cut his hand off, and had STAYED in love with her, and had pursued her once again and taken her because he STILL LOVED HER AFTER WHAT SHE DID TO HIM, AND THAT WAS WHY HER ACTIONS WEIGHED HEAVILY ON HER, AND THAT WAS WHY HE CONTINUED FORTH IN THE WAR, I was GOBSMACKED and I was like OH EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE, but the only reason I felt satisfied about it was because leading up to that, Gen and Irene both had other motivating factors to be involved in the plot. the reveal of Gen's feelings radically deepened that investment, but there WAS investment there in the first place.

and back to gideon the ninth: I felt SO removed from the plot, and gideon felt uninvested in the plot, and we had this HUGE swath of characters when all I really wanted to focus on was gideon and harrow and what the fuck was going on between them!

I think confused and removed narrators can be done well, but gideon the ninth didn't quite hit for me. I think a big part of it is how HYPED this book has been on the corners of booklr and booktok I've seen. Like, I had high expectations, and that's always dangerous!

I liked the humor, and I found gideon fun, and I want more of gideon and harrow, but the book as a whole didn't quite give me what I was looking for. that's okay! not everything is for everyone, but I'm glad I read it and was able to get an idea of what everyone was buzzing about

[hauntedurge]

on my gaming blog, a pal sent me some asks that let me chatter about delight a while back, so i'm reposting/rewording some of that here:

delight is not the type to let others know they're injured. If they can, or even if they can't, they're gonna try to hide the injury and take care of it without anyone finding out. that being said, when they do show it, wyll is 100% their go - to — they're best friends, and they trust him not to try any funny business.

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it's hard to articulate delight's fears in a coherent way because they're weird. they struggle to depend on others — their biggest fear is trusting someone. not in the traditional sense, exactly, but — they're terrified to trust others to be honest, to fulfill their end of a bargain, et cetera. they can often look like they don't think their friends are competent because they're such a 'i need to do this myself' person. but they've been going it alone a long time, and the last time they didn't…it wasn't good.

as for more unusual ones — they find the sound of bone cracking really unsettling, which is rough when your job involves so much violence.

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delight collects jewelry, though they rarely wear it! they're especially likely to take jewelry off of any corpses they find.

if you looked through their ( extensive ) collection, you'd find a few things that are inscribed with the names lythia and lythi — it's odd that this name shows up so regularly. poor lythia must have died with a lot of jewelry, one supposes.

as for the why…if you asked them directly, they'd say that jewelry is often a sign of love — after all, jewelry is so often a gift — and so, by holding onto it, delight is preserving a sign of love between people, even if those people are dead. and they're not lying! that is most of the reason.

——— delight has a lot of regrets, but, to their credit, most of the regrets are in the past; nowadays, as long as they did their best and did what was right ( or as close as they could, in the circumstances ) they're good at not blaming themselves for what happens. "i did the very best that i could, the rest is out of my hands."

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they have a hard time opening up to people, though it's less out of intentional secrecy and more because they're just out of practice. they've been on their own for a long time, doing solo heroism and only stopping to be a listening ear to whoever happens to be suffering along the way — that role doesn't require a whole lot of heart-baring on their part. when shadowheart asked them to tell her something about them, they diverted and asked about her, not out of a desire to avoid the question but because it simply felt more natural after so many years of not confiding in anyone.

it can be a challenge for them to open up about mistakes they've made in the past, but as far as their general day-to-day life and their dreams and etc, they wouldn't mind talking about that sort of thing if they could just break the listening-but-not-sharing habit. their difficulty with trust doesn't affect this sort of thing. this kind of trust is pretty easy to earn.

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delight is very funny! it tends to be a dry thing; they've got a lot of charisma, but when they're interacting as themself and not in the interest of trying to get someone from somebody ( which is when they crank the charisma up ) they tend towards a dry, deadpan humor. they and gale get along fine, but he's so theatrical in his humor and they're so flat in theirs that they struggle to reach the other's wavelength some time. ironically, they play off of astarion's theatre-kid-isms no problem.

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delight grew up in a very multicultural environment, lots of languages happening at once, so they got used to that. they're a total polyglot! it helps a lot in all their traveling.

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delights lies all the time. they're a great liar. being a hero is as much about know how to diffuse a problem as it is about killing people, and sometimes the best way to diffuse a problem is to tell a half-truth. they do not consider it particularly evil to lie or trick others to save lives or even just to make their own life simpler so long as the lie isn't a major one.

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they don't believe in getting revenge for themself, but will absolutely take revenge for their loved ones.

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they're a virgin! they haven't had sex at the start of the game. there's no big reason for this, it just sort of...hasn't come up. they've been solo for a long time!