#how did the store didn't know about the lion

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Store Worker: "Would a Captain... Buggy please come to the front desk?" Buggy, arriving at the desk: "Hello, what's the problem?" Store Worker, points to Mohji and Cabaji*: "I believe they belong to you?" Cabaji and Mohji, simultaneously: "We got lost"😢😞 Buggy: "...I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-" Richie: *Sad Lion Noises*

[yessa-vie]

❝HELLO, PRINCESS❞ — park seonghwa & kim hongjoong.

PAIRING. kim hongjoong x fem!reader x park seonghwa

GENDER/WARNINGS. enemies to lovers (without the lovers part). suggestive, but not really?. cursing. slight yandere behaviour. way too much fucking tension, i'm sorry.

SYNOPSIS. once your superiors called you saying they caught two of the leaders of the Black Pirates, you rushed to meet them at the abandon building they were in, but the conversation ended up getting a little out of hand.

WORD COUNT. 3,123.

NOTE. this is based on Ateez lore, also is an idea it's been going on and on in my head since i learned a bit more about their lore, once i saw the MATZ mv, idk, it just cliked and i couldn't stop thinking until i wrote it down. it was supposed to be more, but idk if i'll make this into a series or not, so there's a lot in the open. let me know if you wanna see this as a series (:

UPDATE: i did the series (here's the link).

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

            The Black Pirates had been a problem for a few years now. Your family has always dealt with the rebels in Strickland, you grew up among great leaders, you were trained as one to succeed your parents when you reached a certain age, which would be four years from now, when you turned twenty-eight. Despite this, you had already led persecutions against those who participated in the rebellions since you were seventeen to eighteen years old, shortly after the appearance of the Black Pirates, led by a group called ATEEZ.

            You had already managed to meet them at other times, never all in the same space. They were stealthy enough, they had given up their black clothes and fedoras for a while now, making it harder to find them in the crowd, they started to blend in, wear less flashy clothes, although they continued to cause problems to whoever was around.

            The guards were no longer able to keep up with them, their incompetence making you laugh every time they returned empty-handed. Which leads to the situation you found yourself in now. Two of the eight members had been captured, or rather, allowed themselves to be captured. You didn't know their names, the few times you met them, there was never much friendly exchange of information.

            All except for one. It was at the beginning, when you had your first direct contact with one of the ATEEZ, but curiously he couldn't fully comprehend your words. His stoic beauty didn't help much with the concentration process, especially when he looked so intensely at any information you provided, even if it didn't make sense to him.

            He looked like a statue, a beautiful statue, an ancient painting, just like the ones you had seen stored deep in one of Strickland’s main command centers. The Fallen Angel, an 1847 painting by Alexandre Cabanel, a French painter. You knew that it was a copy of the original painting, but it didn't matter, because it was at that moment that you named the first member you had contact with.

            Angel managed to escape a while later. The incompetence of the guards is already irritating the superiors. When the recordings were reviewed, the interaction between you and Angel caught the attention of the supervisors, who put you in the Search and Capture Team for all members of the Black Pirates. Over time, more and more interactions took place between you and the leaders, each time more intense and direct than the previous ones.

            Angel, Serpent, Fox, Bear, Lion, Cat, Wolf, Squirrel. Each name earned for a specific reason. Angel and Squirrel were the last ones you had come into contact with, but as always, the guards' incompetence caused them both to escape, but not before Squirrel threw a slight wink in the direction of the security camera, knowing that you would see.

            A disbelieving smile painted your lips when you saw that recording. Your eyes now saw the same recording followed by the transmission that had just ended, but now the smile was victorious as you walked in the direction where Squirrel and Serpent were, tied to chairs by iron chains.

            “Leave us.”

            “But ma’am -”

            “Are you questioning a direct order?” At no point did your face leave the two chained to the chairs who were still looking ahead. Heads touching at the back. The smile returning to your lips with the movement and noise of boots against the concrete of the place where you were. “Don’t bother us until I call for you.”

            The last soldier nodded before closing the metal door behind you. The cameras used by the two were still perfectly placed, but properly disconnected, the drones had been confiscated, some of the Black Pirates that followed them had been captured and were already heading to one of the confinement locations.

            Despite the silence that ensued, neither of the two leaders looked at you, but the smile never left their lips. Your eyes passing through every detail of that space, absorbing any trace they left behind, even if deliberately. Over time you learned that everything was a clue, even if you didn't understand it at that exact moment.

            As the boots came into contact with the concrete, Serpent opened his eyes, but they didn't find your figure, even as the sound of the boots on the concrete became closer, the pace was slow, not because you wanted to make an impact, no, that wasn't necessary, what you wanted was time to observe all the possible holes they could put any object into to continue the shitty revolution they wanted.

            Your steps stopped at the beginning of the stone circle that the chairs were in, one of your feet was placed on top, a long sigh leaving your mouth as your hands rested on your hips on the leather belt of the special outfit. One last look around before your steps continued in front of Squirrel who finally opened his eyes, the smirk bringing a slight irritation, making your blood boil slightly. They thought they were intelligent, what irritated you was that they really were, but the guard wasn't the best either.

            “Good to see you again, princess,” he purred the pet name. Your features were controlled, but internally you rolled your eyes. You knew who they were, just as they knew who you were. There was no need for an introduction between you, not since Angel disappeared from the compound he was staying at. “I knew I would see you again, but I didn’t expect it to be under these circumstances.”

            “Don’t you like being tied up and having a woman looking you from above?”

            You allowed yourself a sly smile, being greeted by another from Squirrel who looked you up and down, the smirk never leaving his lips, making you want nothing more than to wipe that fucking smile off.

            “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I like it, especially if she’s you,” this time you couldn’t hold back a cynical laugh, which mattered little to Squirrel, “but public places aren’t part of my fetish.”

            “Funny, because every time we meet you are in public and open places, just like this.” Squirrel refused to answer, making you close your mouth with a small toothless smile, continuing to walk around the stone circle, stopping quickly in front of Serpent, his eyes closed, his head tilted back, leaving the tattoo that adorned his neck visible. “Matz.”

            Although you didn't notice the smirk Serpent gave, you saw the movement of his Adam's apple, your eyes quickly moving up to his face, perfectly sculpted, just like the last time you saw him. The brown eyes slightly hidden by hooded eyelids reminded you of the first time you noticed the duality that the leaders possessed, making you change your approach for the third time since you had joined the Search and Capture Team.

            “It’s our unit,” his voice was low, gravelly, you ignored the shock that ran down your spine when you noticed his eyes roaming every part of your face and body, his mouth slightly ajar as his damn tongue – that seemed incapacitated to be kept inside his mouth – made small appearances between Serpent's teeth. “We don’t all have a unit name, but we all have units that overlap...” Your eyes fell on Serpent’s tongue that touched the left corner of his mouth, a movement that didn’t go unnoticed by him, causing a sideways smile to appear there. “What is it, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?”

            Your mind ignored the automatic connection with the leader you had named Cat, but the millisecond it took for that to happen was captured by Serpent's vigilant eyes, making his eyebrows arch slightly, making his eyes momentarily remember the bobba that you used to take when you weren't searching for them all over Stricktland.

            “Why does it matter to you? Are you trying to say that you care about me?”

            “First of all, your eyes never left my tongue, so don’t blame me for worrying about losing it,” the lighthearted smile returned to his lips just as the eyelids fell over his eyes, returning the tantalizing look he always had, managing to get under your skin. At your eye roll, the smile only grew, “there are a lot of things I like and still want to do with my tongue, I wish I could keep it for a little while longer.”

            "You can barely keep it in your mouth," Squirrel said laughing, it being the most genuine laugh you've ever heard come out of him, being imitated by Serpent, making you watch them for a moment, seeing the duality happen in front of you, the duality which always broke the image you had created of them over time. “What’s the second thing?”

            Your eyes continued to dart from one to the other as Serpent stared at you, his eyes wider but still hooded, his smile now shyly present but still there taunting you.

            “Second of all, I thought we already made it clear that we care about your well-being princess,” the pet name rolled beautifully in his lips, making shivers run through your body and you martyred yourself for it. Ignoring your body's signals for that simple sentence spoken that way by Serpent, but he – somehow – noticed the effect, letting out a small nasal laugh. “Cute,” he said simply, his body moving away from the back of the chair, his face as close as it's been in a long time, “but I want to know, princess, what are you going to do with us now that you've got us tied up the way you wanted?"

            You allowed a smile to appear on your lips, noticing when Serpent's eyes fell on your mouth, using the opportunity to get even closer to him, his mouth mere centimeters away. A warm breath came out of your mouth, and you noticed Serpent moisten his own lips before you turned your face away, moving closer to him, your lips lightly touching his earlobe and you noticed the hairs on the back of Serpent's neck rising, making your smile increase.

            “Who said I wanted you tied by iron chains to a chair?” You quickly walked away, boots firmly against the floor as you retraced your steps, standing exactly in the middle of the two chairs, facing the door your team was waiting for any sign of you. Their eyes fell on the cameras that surrounded them. “Wasn’t what you did last night enough?”

            Your eyes fell on the two pairs of eyes that were watching you curiously. The security image of Squirrel and Serpent entering a store and destroying the objects there, returning to your mind, the angry screams of your superiors still reverberating in your eardrums, the loss of the work the government was doing, the work and time to be able to replace everything that had been destroyed. To make matters worse, the recording of the destruction they had wrought had already been disseminated, but this was a problem for the Information Transaction Control people, despite their job being Crisis Management, your only job now was the Black Pirates and their leaders.

            “Told you she looked tired,” Squirrel said more to Serpent who just nodded, making you roll your eyes at the comment, ignoring when their worried eyes were directed at you, “did your superiors not let you sleep?”

            “My job is to catch you, so when you show up in the break of dawn destroying government property,” you sighed, climbing into the circle, standing directly in front of Squirrel, eyes watching your every move, you noticed his movement in the chair as you bent down, hands resting on the arm of the chair, cornering him in some way, but none dared to show any other type of reaction, “I’m the one who has to lose my sleep and go after you.”

            “Glad we made your life easier and came here, getting caught in the process.”

            Squirrel’s cocky smile made you let out a weak sigh followed by a sideways smile, barely noticing when he got closer to you, his face millimeters away from yours, but you refused to move, maintaining eye contact with him, ignoring when you felt his knees touch your leg, ignoring the way he opened his legs enough for him to corner you this time.

            Before you could react, he lifted his legs, wrapping yours around his own, pulling you in such a way that you lost your balance, resting on the back of the chair, before realizing an arm wrapped around your waist, while two hands held your wrists. Squirrel had a small smirk and his mouth was slightly open, your breaths were mixing, making it take a while for you to realize that Serpent had left his chair and was now behind you, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, but before you could say anything thing, Serpent's hand covered your mouth, his breath in your ear, making your blood boil.

            “We don’t want anything drastic to happen, do we, princess?”

            You could feel the smile on Serpent's lips, imagining it was almost a copy of the smile you could see on Squirrel. Despite the quick head movement, Serpent was faster, clenching your jaw tighter, throwing your head back, using his right shoulder to hold your head in place.

            “Now princess, don’t be like that, you know us well enough to have expected this to happen somehow,” Squirrel’s legs let go of yours, making Serpent squeeze you tighter against his body, and you cursed under your breath when you realized how firm his body was, the fit was almost perfect to yours, making any movement impossible, “I love our cat and mouse games.”

            Squirrel’s voice was low, hoarse, he approached you and Serpent like a predator. The truth is, you should expect it, Squirrel was stealthy, quick and smart, whenever he had been caught there had been a reason behind it; Serpent was slender, charming, but mysterious, never allowing you to see beyond what he wanted to show you. The two of them together and being captured should have told you enough.

            The second Serpent freed your mouth, Squirrel placed tape over it, feeling Serpent's hand go down to your throat, fingers still gripping your jaw, mouth close enough to your ear for you to hear and feel every breath and reaction from him. Squirrel looked at you with a different sparkle in his eyes.

            “They sent the drone; we have to go.”

            Serpent's voice made your entire body shake, not just because of the proximity, or the tone, but precisely because of the information. A drone. The others were close, the drone was the sign that they were running out of time, again you would lose them, but this time it was all your fault.

            “Unfortunately, our time is short, but I look forward to our next meeting, princess.”

            Squirrel left your point of view, leaving your wrists to be taken care of by Serpent who finally let go of your neck, turning to face you, a place that was previously used by Squirrel. You could hear the other one walking, trying to memorize the paths they used so you could follow them as soon as they released you and you managed to escape the possible restraints they would place on you.

            “I'm sorry, princess, but we can't risk it,” Serpent said quietly, the affection he felt on your waist startling you for a moment, trying to ignore how hot that specific part of your body had become, ignoring the shock that that simple movement caused to your body as a whole. “We’ve already risked so much for you.”

            Before you could have any kind of reaction, a cloth was placed in front of your mouth, at the same time as the tape had been ripped off. They were going to drug you, but as soon as you realized, the control of your legs disappeared. The last memory was of Serpent's arms wrapping around you and a murmur coming from Squirrel.

            All eight of them were eating dinner that Wooyoung had made, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were hungry, considering how long they had stayed in that building, waiting for you and your team. Both of them just hoping that what they did that afternoon wouldn't cause them too much trouble.

            Not that the others would say anything, they all knew how each of them felt about you. The problem was what Nightingale would say when they found out how irresponsible they had been, just to be able to stay longer in your presence, to see you again, to feel your skin and scent.

            Almost instantly, a message arrived for them, a small alert noise and the eight were quickly on their feet, their eyes scanning the space they were in while Yunho went in the direction of the beeper, opening the message that was accompanied by a small digital bird and everyone already knew what to expect with that.

            “You are lucky that I already expect you to do this and I managed to prevent you from being seen, but I need you to be more careful and obey the rules, not flirting instead of helping us reach our final goal. In any case, congratulations on what you managed to do in the last few days, wait for the next contact. If anything, you know how to contact me.”

            All eight exchanged glances and sighs. That was better than they could have expected, but it also explained what had happened when Seonghwa and Hongjoong left the building, getting into the car with Wooyoung to go to the complex. For a moment, everyone's thoughts went to you, a simple exchange of looks between the two older ones said enough, they should have taken better care of you, but time was short, Yeosang had already sent the drone, they needed to prioritize their safe exit.

            “Do you think she’s okay?”

            Jongho's voice was low, his eyes searching the elders' eyes, seeking some kind of confirmation, that he shouldn't worry, but Matz had said how they left you, there was a 50-50 chance that you were okay, and it was what they wanted to focus on.

            “We should have kept her further away from the door.”

            “For her to possibly roll over and fall over the railing?” Hongjoong fussed a little and Seonghwa just gave him a warning look, noticing the leader of the eight running his fingers through his hair nervously. “She’s going to be fine, worse has happened and she survived.”

            The eight nodded, but they knew it was just an automatic reaction, not necessarily one they agreed or trusted, not until they saw you in one piece, even from afar.

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Safe With A Ghost

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Chapter 9: All I Ever Wanted

Summary: Like any other day, returning back from missions Ghost/Simon really takes a moment to appreciate his life, and how lucky he is to have you...but now he sees there's more to it than he ever thought he'd imagine.

Expectations:~

Pet-Names: Pigeon & Lovie

Word Count: 2.4k

Simon "Ghost" Riley Masterlist

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It's been a couple months, since Simon's return. He still went on missions but definitely did his best to keep you more updated as well, thanks to Price's help too. Colton was on his chest sleeping holding his toy lion. His hair has grown out more, it was blonde, obviously getting his genes which you'd always seem to jokingly complain about. His eyes however were your color and he was getting your skin complexion for sure. He stroked his small son on his chest as he rests, they were on the couch, you went to the store to collect some more groceries. Simon had returned from a last co-op mission, was only gone for a week, he had returned last night to your surprise. With that, you were insistent on making him dinner tonight. He absolutely didn't mind, he loved your cooking. Since being a full time stay at home mom, you started to have a passion for cooking. Looking at the clock, he noticed you have been gone for almost an hour, he frowned a bit, a part of him was starting to worry something had happen. Tempting to stand up even though would wake their son, you open the front door coming in. His eyes met your figure as he immediately began to sit up gently pulling Colton into an upright position against him as he walked over to take some groceries from your arm. "Gimme that Pigeon-"

You look at him seeing the still sleeping Colton in his arms pulling away hissing at him "No, I got it. Colton sleeping in your arms still." Simon gave you that stern hard eye look, one you sure was not even close to compare to what his rookies have to deal with. You relented, he took some of the groceries from your hand setting them down then looks at you "Is that it ?" You blush a bit "Um well, I did get a few more things" he grumbled a bit as Colton squirmed sleepily in his arms. He gently handed off your son to you as you took him "Simon-" you get another stern look as you bite your lip holding you big 9 month old son mumbling softly "Fine...bossy" he chuckles going out to the car to get the rest of the grocery, it seemed almost natural to be well, normal. Sometimes he found it hard to believe that here he can be Simon Riley, but off this property he's Lieutenant Ghost, someone people feared him as, but for once he isn't looked at as a military use. He looks at his home, as he thought about the night the two of you talked more like a normal couple~

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The two of you were laying on the couch, you were laying on his side, with your head laying on his chest, his arm around your waist as the two of you lazily enjoyed your evening together after tucking Colton to sleep. It was times like this he enjoyed himself and felt selfish for keeping you knowing his lifestyle and how much you endured. The tv was playing some show, that neither of you truly watched just something to have on the screen as you broke the silence "Do you ever think about our future Simon ?" Your voice was almost hush, he considers your question using his thumb to stroke your side "Mm, sometimes. What's on your mind ?" You look up at him he wore his normal balaclava skull mask, as you gently prop yourself up "Like Retiring ? Having another baby ? Or maybe even-" you seem to contemplate on saying it as he could tell you were hesitant "Go on Pigeon" his eyes now fully on you as you blush more pushing back a strand of your hair, a sign he knew too well that you were nervous "Maybe, getting married ?" This actually surprised him, his eyes were wide slightly, studying you as you seem to shift on his chest "Don't give me that look Simon" his eyes relax "What look ?" You whack him on his chest getting a low chuckle and grunt "I'm serious Simon...I think we should talk about it"

How your eyes bore into him, he knew he couldn't resist or escape. He sighs softly resting his head back down "What's there to talk about." you purse your lips, with the cutest frown as Simon always thought "I want to know how you feel about it...I know Colton wasn't exactly planned, but makes me wonder if at all you would've wanted a kid if we did talk about it." Looking back into your eyes, he processed your words judging from how locked you were on him to get an answer he knew it was unavoidable, this wasn't his strong suit. He grumbles softly "Honestly, you knew I was-" as you interjected "Scared ?" Wiggling your brow to challenge him to counter, he knew how you were so he let it slide pinching the bridge of his nose sucking in a breath "but- I wouldn't change it. Planned or not. I know I would've wanted my life to be with you." He looks at your gaze, you looked relieved hearing these words stroking his chest as he reached his hand over yours, taking into his holding it, "I honestly never thought we'd get far...." He mumbles softly this made you look at him surprised "You thought I'd break up with you at one point ?" He frowns a bit studying your delicate fingers.

You knew Simon struggled opening up so you gave a gentle squeeze on the hand he was holding dipping your head softly for him to continue. He obviously understood as he spoke lowly "The day...I almost lost you. I thought you'd want to leave me for sure. Even if you weren't pregnant then, still makes me wonder, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have blamed you for leaving. You got hurt because of me." He frowned more the image of your nearly limp body that time running down the staircase, from driving in the van holding your body, to pacing the med bay halls waiting to hear if you made it through. Even as you live in breathe in front of him he can't help but blame himself for endangering you because of the life he chose. You could see he was obviously in a trance in his mind, thinking of every scenario probably as you lean up lifting his balaclava to kiss his scar on his lip "Simon...even then-" you pause waiting to have his attention which you did, his eyes fully on you "I still wouldn't have left you. Sure I was scared...but if I didn't date you and that had happened to me, I would've been dead." Apparently that pulled a chord on Simon, cause his eyes widen, they looked fearful bracing you at your hips tightly and then pulling you up closer. You blushed surprised as he spoke deeply, almost threatening the idea "I wouldn't have let that happened" you smile gently kissing him on the lips, which he kissed back with the same force and passion, you part your lips from his, after an aggressive kiss panting near his lips "I know Simon...I'm still here. But seriously...do you ever think about marrying me ? I don't even care if it's in front of our friends and family or if we just run to the courthouse. I just want my life to end with you, and be with you even in the after life." You say out of breath. He processed your words searching your eyes, as if hoping to find something as you saw the slight twitched of his lip, until it formed a soft smile "Yeah, I'd like that too one day Pigeon." You blush as he chuckles leaning close to kiss your neck then whispers near your ear "Maybe even give you another Riley Jr." He says husky as you blush even brighter as you countered back with a slight smirk "What if it's a girl ?" He frowns deeply eyeing you "Then God help us, if she's as stubborn as you" the two of you laughed before the conversation dragged on to the idea of having another kid and what else the two of you would want to do together.

Back in the Present

That was the last time either of you had discussed that topic, a part of him wondered and worried if maybe you were losing interest in him. Perhaps you were just tolerating him because he's your son's father. Gripping the last grocery bags he looked at the house intently, a part of him wondered if he was willing to take the next step. Sure was a huge step having Colton, but he had learned to love his son dearly and actually enjoy the life of a child that is of him and you. Being with you truly brought him peace, especially from wars and endless fighting he does from long missions. You truly were his light in this darkness. Maybe just maybe...should he ? He walked back into the house setting the bags on the counter, seeing you holding their son as you were bouncing him in your arms. Colton was laughing, obviously happy with the motion and attention you were making. When you looked at him he couldn't help but feel his lips twitch. This was his family.

You could see Simon was almost in a daze, as you approached him tentatively speaking softly "Simon...you okay ?" Her brows creased with concern, as he quickly changed his demeanor. "Yeah, I'm good love. How about I put that bugger to bed so you and I can have our dinner together." It was late. You nod your head giving a kiss on Colton head as Simon grabbed your son taking him to his bedroom. Watching both your boys go made your heart throb. It was something you never expected but absolutely adored. You began getting the food together, the ingredients, the pans as you started the long cooking progress.

Simon was putting Colton down to bed in his crib, one the toddler had room with his toys and such. He looked at his son for a moment as the boys eyes seem to be drowsy, he was an easy sleeper. Simon looks at his son, seem to fight his drowsiness almost fighting himself to stay awake but those little eye lids closed shut and he was down. This made Simon consider deeply She's given me everything...and I've given her nothing. Leaving his son's room going into their shared bedroom, he opened his dresser drawer grabbing something from there and putting it in his pocket. What's the worse that can happen right ? Simon seemed to be fighting in his head the whole way down the stairs as he saw you finishing up the dinner food. You look his way giving him a beautiful smile, one that made his heart flutter with pride that you were his and only his. Approaching you he wraps his arms around your waist looking over your shoulder, his eyes slitted as he inhales "Smells good...." He mumbles softly as she give a soft hum "Glad you like the smell...it's almost done. Want to set the table ?" He nods his head as he lifts up his mask to plant a kiss on your neck, one that makes you lean into his touch, lifting your head to the side willingly for him. "Simon..." He simply hums resting his chin on your shoulder as you glance up at him, he looks back at you for a moment before saying lowly "Meet me at the barn lovie." He presses a kiss on your neck once more before walking out of the kitchen , walking out the front door. It was unlike him to ask things like this especially before dinner. So once you finished cooking, you put everything in the oven to stay warm as you make your way to the barn.

In the barn you take note of his stiff shoulders and hands in pocket, his posture spoke a lot to you, something was weighing on him and it made your stomach churn because you didn't know what to expect. Your voice seemed to betray you as you say with a hint of nervousness, "Simon ? E-Everything okay ?" He catches this of course slightly turning to meet your gaze, his eyes were narrow, it made you even more anxious, what was it...you approach him tentatively which he doesn't object, which was a good sign as you touch his arm gently, he simply continues to watch your every move as you heart begins to race, your eyes boring into his own waiting for something. It seemed in that moment everything came crashing down as he spoke these words. "Marry me y/n..." He says softly.

His eyes never leaving yours, he had the more dead serious gaze, one that would probably send his recruits scurrying but not you, your mouth was agape and lips trembling processing his words, which he obviously says it again "Marry me." It sounded more like a command this time than a question but you were just reeling with mix emotions as your eyes welled up, which he immediately shifts his eyes to a more concern state "Pigeon...was it something I said ? Sorry I'm not good at this..." You couldn't help how almost innocent he seemed and obvious, your tears came gushing down simply because you were expecting the worse as you sobbed mixed with a low laugh "No...it's just....oh my God Simon...yes !" You laugh more embracing him "Yes I'll marry you" guess he was holding in a breath and it was weighing on his shoulders as they seem to relax and his eyes soften. He digs out of his pocket a small ring, it was simply yet delicate, with an inscription on the rim "S.R" you held your hand up for him, as he held it sliding the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly. You wrap you arms around his neck pressing yourself into him as he holds you at the waist looking down at you "You're all I need y/n...it took me long to finally see it but...you're my home." He huffs softly looking at you "Cheesy from a bloke eh ?" You laugh softly leaning up kissing his masked lips looking at him "Yeah, but I love the effort....and you know...I've always felt safe with my Ghost" he chuckles lowly lifting up his mask leaning close to your lips as he says with his deep British accent "This Ghost will always keep you safe. Even the lil bugger" with that you both seal it with a kiss. It was sweet and deep, not needy like more or craving, just simply adoration and love.

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What the Legos Want

MK: "I just- I don't want to let my friends down, you know? It's like, I want to help out in the store, do arts and crafts with Sandy, and party with M-m-m-Mei! Mei! But it's to hard, I'm just one guy!"

(1x02 Duplicatnation)

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MK: "Okay! I did bad, I just- I really wanted that peach, and I guess I got carried away."

(1x06 The Great Wall Race)

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Sun Wukong: "Take in everything! Choose what you want to do, and then do it! That is focus."

(1x07 Impossible Delivery)

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MK: "I just wanted to be good enough—like you."

(1x09 Macaque)

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MK: "It's like- I want to be strong, and I'm trying to be! But it- it's like Monkey King isn't giving me a chance! *sigh* What if- what if he knows he made a mistake—chose wrong, chose the wrong successor?"

(2x07 Shadow Play)

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Sandy: "Hurting others isn't a measure of one's strength—took me a really long time to realize that. As long as I'm doing something to help out a friend, I don't mind what it is! I just want to be there for 'em when they need me."

(2x08 To Catch a Leaf)

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Sun Wukong: "You want me to leave it, and I want me to take it! Eh, it's toughy." Ne Zha: "What!? Don't do this! Sun Wukong: "I'm sorry—it's the only way!"

(3x01 On The Run)

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MK: “Why are you helping her—Lady Bone Demon—like, look, I get that you’re a bad guy, but you know that she wants to destroy everything, right?”

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Sandy: "I don't want to fight, but I can't let you hurt my friends!"

(3x04 The Winning Side)

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Sun Wukong: "What? You got what you wanted didn't you? Not gonna gloat? Monologue a little before scurrying off to your master? Go on! The Lady Bone Demon is waiting." Macaque: "I couldn't care less about what the Lady Bone Demon wants!"

(3x09 The King, the Prince, and the Shadow)

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Mei: "I can't! I don't want to hurt you—any of you! I'm sorry."

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Mei: "No! Stay back! I- I don't want to hurt you!"

(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)

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The Mayor: "All my lady ever desired was a world no longer plagued by pain—until the Monkey King and his companions got in the way. Fate however has gifted her a second chance!"

(3x13 Time to be Warriors) (Desired, wanted, same thing.)

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Lady Bone Demon: "Save your hero speech child—I've existed long enough to know when it's over. MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?" Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Macaque: "Still the same Wukong, doing whatever he wants with no regard for others!"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Sun Wukong: "It's actually amazing how quickly you're mastering your powers—when I was your age-"

MK: "-You were fighting the celestial armies and generally swinging your big ol' tail around to get what you wanted?" Sun Wukong: "Well I was going to say making regrettable life choices but yeah, thanks for laying out. I'm embarrassed to admit it but—you might have actually already done more for this world that I ever have!"

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

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Mei: “What’s the point of having power if you won’t use it? Don’t you have people you want to protect?”

(4x05 Court of the Yellow Robed Demon)

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Sandy: “But you were too WEAK to be who you truly are! I am a monster! That’s what the world wants me to be, so that’s what I’m gonna give ‘em!”

(4x06 Show Me the Monster)

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Curse MK: "Hey no no no- I get it man. You want to get back to our monster of the week adventures, get back to our simple missions with Mei, mastering all of Monkey King's powers and delivering noodles for pigsy. Right?" MK: "Yeah...yeah actually that's exactly what I wanna-" Curse MK: "But we can't! Not after all we've seen! All we know and all we don't? *sigh* Right friend?"

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Azure Lion: "No no—this isn't what I wanted! All you had to do was wait, after this was all over I was going to release Sun Wukong, help him see reason! That is now impossible—not after what you've done!"

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MK: “No matter what I do, it’s going to lead to pain. It’s like the Lady Bone Demon said—it doesn’t matter if I want to help people or not! Everything I do just- it just makes things worse!”

(4x08 The Brotherhood)

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Macaque: "Point is, it’s time to start making your own choices—something I wish I would have learned a lot sooner than I did. You don’t want to fight Azure because people might get hurt, you don’t want to not fight him because people might get hurt–so do something else! Only you get to decide who you are kiddo.”

(4x10 The Jade Emperor)

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Sun Wukong: "Ah, don't be like that! Eat some fruit, soak up the sun—that's why I've been training so hard!" Macaque: "What, so you can be the strongest?" Sun Wukong: "Nooo! Well, maybe a little bit—but that's not the point! It's so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again! Just living a lazy life, sitting in the sun, eatin' fruit, and doing whatever we want!"

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Sun Wukong: "I just wanted to protect the people I cared about—to be strong enough. I lost sight of why I was doing any of it."

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Macaque: "You did it for yourself! You've become this like, obsessive demon! I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no, Wukong doesn't listen to anyone, he just does whatever he wants!"

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

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MK: "That's what you were pretending to be right? To be my friend? To care about me? When really you were just using me to get what you wanted! To turn me against my own mentor! Put your hand in the monkey cage, and expect to get bit son!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

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Sun Wukong: "Azure just stop, okay? You've won—you're going to destroy us just like you wanted! Us an the entire universe." Azure Lion: "Huh? No. This is not what I wanted! I can still fix this, it's- it's the whole reason I'm here at all!" Sun Wukong: "Wait, how are you here!?" Azure Lion: "What? What kind of a question is that you know exactly how I'm-" Sun Wukong: "-No! Here and now! I put you in the underworld myself. How'd you get out, how'd you get the scroll? I know for sure you didn't steal it—you couldn't have! Azure, who gave you that scroll? Because whoever it was they must have known this would happen, wanted this to happen! And they used you to do it."

Azure Lion: "I just wanted to make the world a better place!" MK: "You still can—you're the only one who can."

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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Welcome viewers, to a shadow play the likes of which have never been seen! It follows the tragic tale of a legendary warrior, and how those who bring light into this world inevitably bring darkness to those they hold dear whether they want to or not.

[bellysoupset]

I cannot find the ask who requested for sick Wendy + Bella caretaker, so maybe it never existed at all.... Anyway, have some pure sick bromance between my girls.

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"You think I should cut it?" Bella frowned at her reflection, glaring at her hair. She was standing inside of the changing room of the store, in just a swimsuit, so Wendy could help her pack for honeymoon.

"Your beautiful lion mane?" Wendy scoffed, curling up on the puff she was sitting on and absently minded going through the rack of reject bikinis standing next to her, "are you crazy?"

"Sometimes I feel like it stands out more than I do," Bella pouted, hands on her waist and then sighed, tugging on the swimsuit, "so what do you think?"

"I liked the blue one more," Wendy studied her from head to toe, "but I also think you're going to give Luke a stroke."

Bella opened a big, smug smile, looking over her shoulder to stare at her ass in the mirror, "good, then I'm taking it as well," she walked over to the private part of the changing rooms in order to get back in her clothes, "so how's the extra class you were gonna start taking coming along?"

"Which one of them?" Wendy asked, getting up and checking the price tag of a cute little pink bikini with a matching skirt.

"How many classes are you taking!?" Bella opened the curtain of her changing part, unbothered by the fact she was just in her bra and panties, "aren't you also doing the neurology residency!?"

"Well, you see, I have a lot of free time," Wendy shrugged, "and a lot of energy."

"You should join my boxing class then," Bella zipped up her black leather pants, "Jonah's there and I'm kicking his ass."

"No, you're not," Wendy giggled at the transparent lie, "no coach would ever match you up with Jonah, Bell, he's huge."

"Please," Bella rolled her eyes, putting on her band t-shirt and grabbing her purse as well as the picked swimsuits and bikinis, "I could kick his ass, I know I could," she walked over to Wendy and grabbed the smaller woman by her shoulders, "come up for a class."

"I'll think about it," Wendy wrinkled her nose in distaste. A gym wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Sure, she did hot yoga, but there was none of the loud upbeat music and shouting at each other to do more and better.

"So what else are you studying then, Tink?" Bella walked to the cashier part. Wendy handed her the piece she was planning to buy for herself when her friend flashed Luke's black card before her eyes with raised eyebrows, wordlessly putting it on his tab and Bell didn't comment besides snorting at it.

"Interior Design classes every Monday and Thursdays, yoga every Saturday morning, fashion drawing every Tuesday night... I wanted to try ballroom dancing, but my partner is in freaking Doveport and Jon said he already knows and it would be no fun."

Bella wrinkled her nose and shook her head when Wendy opened her mouth as if to ask her, "absolutely not."

"Boo," Wendy sighed, "I think we should take some class together, it'd be cool. Babs is in my hot yoga class and it's a lot of fun."

"Sure," Bella picked up the bags and they started to walk out of the door, "but not ballroom dancing, thank you. I'm actually participating in a coding challenge right now and-"

"A coding challenge," Wendy raised her eyebrows, "what's that?" They walked the short distance between the store and Wen's apartment building.

"Basically I have to try and design a mockup app with the monthly theme," Bella explained and Wendy frowned at that.

"I thought that was your job...?"

"No," Bell followed her inside the elevator, "I'm a backend developer, a frontend does the design and thinks the interface, I do the math that makes it work. But I like UI design, so that's why-"

"God, you're so nerdy," Wendy grumbled, resting against the metal and grimacing slightly as the movement made her stomach lurch, "I can't believe you didn't get shoved into lockers when you were younger, Bell."

The ginger rolled her eyes, "that's because I was always hot," she showed the other woman her tongue like a five year old, running a hand through her curls and then frowning, noticing Wendy's face had lost its usual pink tone.

Bella opted for not saying anything and they kept chatting, walking into Wendy's apartment. However, the longer they talked, the more Bell realized she was the one doing most of the talking, Wendy getting quieter and quieter.

"Wen," Bella pouted, after spending a good thirty minutes talking basically on her own, "do you want me to go? I don't need to spend the night if you're tired-"

"No!" Wendy exclaimed, shaking her head and moving on her spot on the couch, "sorry, no, I don't want you to leave. We planned you'd spend the night, I was looking forward to that, it's just-"

"It's just?" Bell leaned in, confused and Wendy grimaced, moving again as if she couldn't find a comfortable position, "what's wrong, Wen?"

"My stomach is bothering me," Wendy's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, "I don't know what's wrong, I know I didn't eat anything off, but it's all gurgly and kinda crampy."

"Oh," Bella raised her eyebrows, "do you think it could be hunger?"

Wendy shook her head, "no, definitely not hunger, I feel a little queasy..." she pouted, hugging her knees, "I'm sorry, its just my stomach- I- It's a bit of a sore topic."

"Your belly?" Bella frowned, more confused than before, "you feeling sick to your stomach is a sore topic?"

Wendy nodded, pouting and resting her cheek to her knee, "yeah..."

"Why?" Bella crawled on the couch, moving closer, "because you're chubby? That's silly, babe-"

"No," Wen scoffed, before pausing, "I mean, sorta? I used to have issues with my weight back when I was a teen, which led to becoming bulimic and, well, I don't have an eating disorder anymore, but every time I feel like I'm gonna barf, it makes me feel disgusting-"

"Okay," Bella raised a hand to interrupt her, "your order of priorities is a little skewered, Wen. You should've started by telling me you think you're going to puke..." she opened a small, amused smile, "let's go sit in the bathroom, c'mon."

"No," Wendy curled up more, "I'm fine, it's gonna pass- You're not gonna say anything about..?" she raised a judgmental eyebrow and Bell shrugged, standing up from the couch.

"I don't have anything to say," she said in a nonchalant manner, "I'm happy you don't do it anymore...?"

Wendy let out a snort, noticing how uncomfortable Bella seemed being in the emotional caretaker role. She rolled her eyes, "okay, Bells," but the humor quickly vanished, as her lunch flipped yet again. Wendy let out a sigh, curling up in a smaller ball, "I feel gross."

"You're not," Bella patted her head, "c'mon, let's go sit in the bathroom before you ruin your pretty rug."

Wendy didn't have the heart to tell Bell that sitting in the bathroom waiting to throw up really made her feel more awful, not less. She fidget uncomfortably as Bella rummaged through her cabinet drawers until she found a good claw clip to pull Wen's hair back.

Then she sat down as well on the cold ground and planted a hand on Wendy's back, "you feel a little warm, Wen."

"Isn't that just grand," Wendy groaned, leaning forward and staring at the still water of the toilet. She pushed away, fanning herself, "can you go sit in the living room? I don't want you to see me like this..."

"Nope," Bella popped the P at the end of the word, pulling Wendy to lie against her, "sucks for you, but I'm not going anywhere. Come here- Come here-" Bell pulled her closer, draped across her lap and planted a hand on Wendy's unsettled tummy, "I do this for Luke all the time and it helps."

"That's because your husband is an overgrown puppy, I'm not," Wendy groaned, but she couldn't help but melt at the soft touch. Even if her whole face was aflame, Bella was being really delicate, moving her fingers to the sorest spots as if she already knew them by memory.

The ginger slid down slightly, muffling a yawn and pressing the heel of her hand to Wendy's tummy. The pale skin was pushing out, bloated, and every time Bell pressed it she could feel a string of gurgles under her fingers, traveling up-

"Oh, you silly idiot," Bella scoffed, flicking at Wendy's ear, "the belly rub doesn't help if you don't burp. That's the entire point of it!"

"You're killing me," Wendy groaned, pressing her face to Bell's leg and hiding the angry blushing overtaking her cheeks. Bella snorted at that, continuing the rub.

"I'm trying to help," she whispered, "tell me know if I'm making it worse."

"Not worse," Wendy squirmed, then a burp rushed up before she could muffle it and she let out a whine at the loud noise, covering her face, "oh God- I'm sorry-"

"You're so silly," Bella chuckled, "that's nothing, Wen.”

Wendy cringed, pressing her face further to Bella’s thigh and continuing to burp, trying to muffle them. The burps, that at first were making her feel better, got progressively wetter, until one brought her lunch with it and Wendy scrambled up, slapping a hand over her lips and rushing for the toilet. 

She didn’t vomit, it went back down, but left her feeling shaky, nausea causing cold sweat to break on her forehead and over her upper lip, flooding her mouth with a horrible taste. 

“Wen,” Bell planted a hand in the middle of her back, “what do you need? What’s wrong?”

Wendy groaned, lifting herself slightly so she could press her sick stomach against the porcelain and resting her forehead on her hand, elbow on the seat, “can’t puke… Wanna puke, I feel-” she spat again, the act of speaking causing more saliva to come up, “feel sick…”

“Okay,” Bells continued to rub her back, short nails making a scratching motion, “do you think drinking something might help it come up?”

She felt so horrid, talking about vomiting like that. Wendy nodded, before letting out a groan, almost a sob. Not quite crying, but close. At least this time it wasn’t her fault she was sick, silver linings. 

“Babe,” Bella sighed, returning from the bathroom sink with a glass of water, “hey, you’re okay, it’s just a stomach bug. Happens to everyone…” 

Wendy took the glass with shaky, sweaty fingers and forced herself to gulp it down. The first sip was actually good, pushing back the horrible taste and the stickiness in her mouth, only for the throat to seemingly close up, tongue curling with disgust, making it incredibly hard for the to swallow more-

“Fuck,” Wendy haphazardly shoved the glass in Bella’s general direction, not even sure if she took it or not before letting go and her whole back arching with a violent heave. Nothing came up, but it set off a chain reaction, her belly squeezing before she could catch her breath and another two gags, until a wet burp brought up a huge gush of half digested french fries and a milkshake.

The sheer volume made her feel like she was drowning and Wendy coughed, hacking again and letting out a string of moans as even more puke rushed up, splashing on her fingers, and making her head swim with the lack of oxygen.

“I got you, I got you,” Bella said softly, cupping her forehead and flushing the toilet, helping Wendy lean over it, “get it up, Tink, you’ll feel better soon.”

“Urgh,” Wendy spat in the now clear swirling water, struggling to breathe. Her nose was stinging and it felt blocked, she felt cold all over… “Can I have more- More wa-” she never did finish that sentence, her stomach contracting violently and more puke rushed up, this time actually choking her. 

Wendy folded almost completely with a coughing fit, feeling Bell thump her back and force her to straighten up in order to clear her airways, “big breaths, babe,” Bella tipped her chin back, forcing Wendy to look up, and some clear air to make it through. 

The smaller girl groaned as oxygen came back, her spine giving up on her and she fell back, only for Bella to grab her by the wrists and stop her from swan diving and hitting her head against the porcelain. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck — Hey, Wen? You with me?”

“Uhm,” Wendy closed her eyes, dizzy and nauseous, still gulping for air. She leaned to the left, her cheek meeting something soft, so Wen let her weight drop against it, “feel…” a little burp interrupted her, “really shitty.”

She heard Bella let out a relieved sigh at her being responsive, then the ginger’s hands on her face, something wet wiping her lips and chin. Wendy frowned, a new wave of humiliation washing over her, “don’t do that…”

“Shush it,” Bell scoffed, pulling her to lie against her, “you’re done? Surely you must be empty…”

“Don’t know…” Wen mumbled, planting a hand to her tummy. Bella had pushed up her top and it was still up, which made Wendy feel even worse. She must be a sight. Under her hand, there was a string of bubbles and gurgles, rushing up and causing her to let out a little sickly burp, “don’t feel done.”

“There ain’t no way,” Bella scoffed, but there was an amused tone to her words, “well, okay, do you want to just wait it out here or-”

Wendy forced her eyes open, feeling more than a little dizzy. It took her a second to realize she was pressed against Bella’s side, her cheek against her friend’s boob, causing her whole face to turn pink with embarrassment. She pulled back, then leaned forward over the toilet once more and shoved a finger inside her mouth, only for Bella to yank at her hand. 

“No, absolutely not,” Bella’s voice was harsh now, none of the previous lighthearted air, “you’re not doing that.”

“I don’t feel good…” Wendy whined, spitting in the water, “I want it out…”

“I don’t care, you’re not doing that,” Bella scoffed, then in a calmer tone she said, “let me rub your tummy, okay? Maybe it’ll help.” 

“No, Bell, I-” Wendy heaved, a mouthful of watery vomit falling in the water and leaving her panting, “I need to puke, my stomach feels sour and like it’s burning…” 

“Alright,” Bella had a practical tone that caused Wendy to groan, like she was a little engineering problem for her friend to solve. The ginger got behind her, pushing the glass of water back to Wendy, “big gulps.”

“Not- Not gonna-”

“Big gulps,” Bella repeated, voice firm, “c’mon, Wendy.”

Wendy sighed, blowing out another airy burp and then forcing herself to drink the rest of the water. It landed in her stomach like acid, causing more of the burning sensation that tickled her throat and Wendy groaned, leaning more-

Bella touched her belly, her fingers no longer that soft, pressing the heel of her hand to Wendy’s bloated upper stomach, right where it rounded out of her rib cage. The pressure caused a gurgly burp to come up and Wen moaned, squeezing the toilet seat with both hands, as Bell continued to literally squeeze her tummy. 

She couldn’t breathe properly, making a slightly wheezy sound, and then her stomach contracted once more, sharply, and Wendy moaned her way as another gush exploded out of her mouth. This time it was mostly sour, salty water, but the first gush opened the gates for the rest and she continued to gag, puking little mouthfuls of chunkier stuff, until she finally let out a deafening heave, whole back curling as her stomach forced up the last of it.

Wendy groaned, her knees giving in and she felt Bella wrap her up with an arm, flushing the toilet, “there you go,” the ginger pressed a kiss to the top of her head and Wendy would have started crying, if she wasn’t half convinced she already was. 

She whimpered, pushing her face against Bella’s stomach and falling into an awkward position across the woman’s lap. Bell seemed unbothered, combing her fingers through Wendy’s hair, then moving her hand to her tummy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Pathetic, disgusting, horrible-”

Bella glared at her, “that’s all bull,” she said sharply, “I wanna know how’s your belly.”

“Ah… Better. Not settled,” Wendy sighed, curling up her knees, “I think it’s the flu.”

“I think it’s the flu too,” Bell agreed, “you’re really warm. Think you can stand up? You need to get out of these clothes and into bed.”

“Not now,” Wendy mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut when shaking her head no caused the bathroom to blur, “I’m sorry you had to-”

“Madre de Dio, Wendy!” Bella cried out, “babe, you didn’t gross me out or whatever, just stop fucking apologize. It’s fine, you got sick, that happens.”

Wendy let out a whine, forcing her eyes open, all feverish and emotional and wanting to die, “you don’t think I’m gross? I mean, I-”

“Wendy,” Bella grabbed her cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet, “what world do you live in where we’re running beauty contests on the bathroom floor?”

The phrase caused Wendy to let out a chuckle, pulling back and forcing herself to sit up. She wiped at her forehead, desperately wanting out of her the clothes that were sticking to her, “I guess.”

“You guess,” Bella repeated, dryly and rolling her eyes, “that’s a ten for Wendy Marshall for puking her guts up with class and elegance, minor sobbing and almost no mess.”

Wendy’s cheeks caught on fire and she glared at her friend, “shut up, Bella.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Bell scoffed, getting up and extending her hand to help her up, “c’mon, let's get you in a shower and then in bed.”

[dreamersbcll]

Sam has to watch Christina killing tara

“You missed my heart”

she got me good, i knew she would

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Sam doesn't know what happened.

That was a lie. She knew what would happen if she left. Through all the drugs and alcohol in her bloodstream, she knew all too well what would happen the minute she escaped the lion’s den.

Christina Carpenter was starving for something to sink her teeth into, and Tara was there, ripe for the taking.

And yet, Sam left. She escaped into the darkness on the eve of her eighteenth birthday and ran far, far away from the town that raised her. She escaped by the skin of her teeth, a permanent scowl etched on her lips, and never looked back.

Or at least she tried.

Somewhere around her twenty-first birthday, Sam could feel it there. A gnawing, aching pain in her stomach, a pus-filled that sat there and festered in her gut.

Guilt.

She knows well that her escapade into the night was just signing the death certificate for her little sister. It was the last chess move, the one that stopped the game of chicken she had been playing with her mother ever since Tara learned to walk.

Sam saw how her mother watched Tara. Predatory. Christina was constantly sizing up the small girl, drinking in her strengths, capitalizing on her weaknesses.

The difference between the sisters was simple, besides the height, of course. Sam was a Loomis. She knew how to fight, how to live on scraps, how to defend herself. Tara was a Carpenter; she knew how to run, how to hide. All would be well if their mother weren’t a combination of both.

Christina fell in love with Loomis first, after all. It was only a matter of time before she attacked the thing about herself that she hated the most—the Carpenter name.

Sam would kill her if Tara had let her. She was itching, always itching to take out the woman who stared down her little girl like she was wounded prey, ripe for the picking. Even while inebriated, Sam knew that she had to be ready for the fight that would eventually come.

And the fight did indeed come, later than Sam thought it would. It was the night of Tara’s sixteenth birthday; while Sam was lighting the candle of the little cupcake she bought at the grocery store where she worked, she received a text.

Tara: SOS. mom

It took Sam an hour flat to pull her car into the front yard of the home that she once lived in.

She flew out of the car, not even bothering to wear a seatbelt. In one hand, she clutched her phone, the other a rusty hammer she found in an old toolbox at work.

From outside, she could hear screaming. How none of the neighbors heard it was a mystery to her. But it didn't matter. Sam was here. And she was hungry for blood.

Sam threw open the front door, following the screaming to the kitchen. There, she saw a sight that would be forever burned into her mind: one that would keep her up at night, rip her awake from her sleep, screaming and clawing at the skin she lived within.

Christina had Tara pinned to the ground, bloody hands wrapped around her little sister’s throat, pressing down hard. Tara’s eyes were bloodshot, and her nails dug into Christina’s hands, clawing at the skin that took away her breath. Gasping and shaking, Tara was trying to fight back, black bruises blooming across her cheek, dried blood staining her nostrils.

The hammer in Sam’s hands shook, her body frozen in shock. She wasn’t sure what was worse- the fact that Tara couldn’t see Sam was here now or the way Christina looked up at Sam’s frozen body and grinned at her. As if she was sure that her firstborn would turn around and run away again and let the lion take down the prey it deserved.

But Sam had already promised herself that she would never run again. And that the hammer in her hands wasn’t going to leave without blood caked onto its cold steel.

Within seconds, Sam ripped Christina off of her sister and threw the woman across the floor, relishing in how she skittered across the tile like a loose penny. Sam reached down and pulled Tara up by her armpits, forcing the girl to her feet and shoving her down the hallway, leaving the girl to catch her breath on her own. Choking but alive, Tara stumbled away, her eyes shining with something close to relief and joy.

Satisfied that her sister was out of the way, Sam returned to her mother, teeth bared. Her mother was already up and on her feet, her eyes darkening at the sight of her vengeful firstborn. Christina’s eyes flitted down, briefly taking in the weapon in Sam’s hand.

“And so she returns,” the woman sneers, her voice cold.

Sam smiled a vast, unforgiving grin. “I heard you were missing a Loomis in your life. Too bad the first one died like a little bitch,” she retorted.

Her mother sneered. “Say hi to him, won’t you?”

And the two collided.

Luckily for Sam, dreams do come true. Sam did get to kill their mother. She took it slow. Each movement was drawn out, careful calculations to inflict the most pain. Dull thuds of a hammer could be heard, blood spattering the kitchen and skin of the daughter Christina Carpenter loathed. It was over in an hour. Two tops.

After her mother’s body finally hit the floor with a splat, Sam pulled away, breathing hard, admiring her work. If she weren’t so enamored with her bloodlust, she would’ve noticed her little sister creep back into the kitchen, gasping at the sight.

Shit.

Tara pressed herself against her big sister’s side, seemingly ignoring the blood that dripped down Sam’s forearms. Both sisters stood in silence, looking at the body that gave them life, now dead on their kitchen floor.

Sam wasn’t an idiot. She could feel Tara’s breaths picking up, the guilt of not being strong enough consuming her. The shame of losing another parent because she just wasn’t worth it.

Fuck that. Tara was always worth it to Sam, even if Sam ran away, too.

Sam glanced down at Tara, the adrenaline in her body fading as she saw the sadness in her little sister’s eyes. Her fingers twitched, one hand still grasping onto the bloody hammer. All she wanted to do was cup her little sister's face between her bloodstained hands and whisper,

We’re connected to her by pure coincidence. It’s by blood, but it’s all relative. She is not you. You are not her. I won’t let you become her. I promise.

Instead, Sam lays her free hand on Tara’s shoulder, ignoring how her girl flinches a bit at the action. She gently squeezes Tara’s shoulder and softly repeats the same chant repeatedly. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here, I’m here now.”

“She’s dead,” Tara breathed, her voice cracking with emotion.

Wincing, Sam nods. Their mother was nothing but a crumpled corpse on their kitchen floor, her blood painting the tiles that still had the sisters' blood caked onto it. History repeating itself. Blood of the mother returning to her daughters.

But Sam couldn’t dwell on that now. Christina was dead. Tara was battered and bruised but alive. Sam was back. It was time for her to take her little girl away, far away, from this town and the blood they spilled in it.

Clearing her throat, Sam squeezed Tara’s shoulder particularly hard, forcing the girl to listen to her. “We’ve been in her fists ever since we were little kids. But we don’t owe her shit. Not anymore. Not ever again,” Sam paused, looking down at Tara’s stunned face.

Dropping the hammer to the ground, ignoring the dull thunk that echoed throughout the quiet house. She got down on one knee, cupping Tara’s face, pressing her forehead against her little sister’s.

Sam breathed in and out, her adrenaline fading. “She won’t ever touch you again.”

She pressed their foreheads together hard, trying to force that truth into Tara’s head. She knows her little sister. Sam knows that Tara is wondering, wondering what if Christina gets up and finishes the job? What if she comes alive before their eyes? The devil can’t die, can he?

Sam can see it all in her little girl’s eyes. And it kills her.

Tara swallowed hard, one hand shaking up to touch the ring of bruises strung across her throat. Sam winced at the action, her heart straining. If only she were quicker. Then maybe, just maybe, Tara wouldn’t have to witness the carnage that came after.

But it didn’t matter. Her little girl closed her eyes, her eyelids fluttering in quiet solace. Softly, Tara spoke, her voice still. “Promise?”

Sam breathed out, a little smile creeping across her face.

“I promise.”

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

SAMS & MAFS Incorrect quotes because... I don't know at this point

Old Moon: cocks gun and points it at Sun Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Old Moon: You spent money on THIS?? Old Sun, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Earth: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Moon: Eyy, homie! Eclipse: But then there's cootie… Monty: Die.

Harvest: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated! Bloody: Killed without hesitation.

Lunar: Kinda sad* Are you a cuddler? Bloody: We a machine of death and destruction. Lunar: Harvest: …Yeah, we cuddle.

Harvest: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Bloody: Don't ever speak to me again.

Puppet: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!! Lunar: What makes you think I read?

Earth: Are you coming to bed? Monty: I can't. This is important. Earth: What? Monty: Someone is wrong on the internet.

Harvest: Bloody! This soup is flaccid! Bloody: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

Lunar: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Eclipse: It's kind of complicated, but Monty- Lunar: Got it. Forget I asked.

Sun: About to do something incredibly stupid Moon: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

Monty: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Foxy: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Lunar: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Sun: Well Moon, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Moon: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Earth: We’re all in this together. If one of us falls, we all fall. Nobody is expendable on this team. Harvest: Sounds fake but ok.

Foxy: Good morning! Sun: Is it? Is it really?

Harvest: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Harvest: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Sun: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Harvest: Ominous positivity.

Eclipse: I think I mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apart.

KC, pointing a camera at Rays: There they are, our sweet baby. Rays, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Eclipse: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

Bloody: is throwing stones at KC's window KC: You have a phone for a reason, Bloody! THUD KC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

Rays: Where are you going? Monty: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Lunar: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Old Moon: Literally or figuratively? Lunar: I have to specify?

Lunar: working in a flower shop and minding their own business Bloody, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???

KC: Answers phone. Hello? Moon: It's Moon. KC: What did they do this time? Moon: No, it's me, KC. It's actually me. KC: What did you do this time?

Lunar: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Sun: What's that? Lunar: Remorse code. Sun: I'm even angrier now.

Harvest: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, fuck."

Moon, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. KC: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Monty: Dom or sub? Sun: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.

Foxy, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Sun: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Sun: Here you go. Foxy: Sun: Monty: Why am I here?

Sun: is effectively running on 5% battery* Is the pink panther a lion? Moon: Say that again but slower. Sun: I don’t get it. Moon: He’s a PANTHER. Sun: Is that a type of lion? Moon: No, it’s a fucking panther. Sun: googles panther They aren’t pink? Moon: AND LIONS ARE?!

Sun: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Earth: Several traffic violations. Lunar: Three counts of resisting arrest. Monty: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Moon: Also, that’s not our car.

[eds4bunny]

⁺˳✧༚ secrets ˚✧₊⁎

premise: you find eddie's secret stash of candy! pairing: caregiver!eddie munson x regressed!gn!reader word count: 467 warnings: mentions of weed, that's really all !! extra: SORRY THIS IS REALLY BAD AHHH i wrote it at like 1am and rushed so i could go to sleep!!! also not proof read wahh ill fix any mistakes when i wake up !!!

you kicked your feet in your chair excitedly, smiling as you saw eddie's van pull near the trailer through the window.

he had left to go to the store real quick to grab some cupcake mix for the two of you, as you were having a pretty stressful day, and he wanted to cheer you up.

you got up, throwing open the door and yelling out an excited greeting as he shut the van door, making his way towards you with a food lion grocery bag in his ring-covered hands. "hi, you're back!!" you cheered, running towards him and giving him a huge hug.

"awh, hi honey! i missed you." eddie gave you a big smile, patting your head softly with his non-occupied hand. "up?" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, tugging on his shirt. eddie chuckled, bending down a little bit to pick you up with one hand, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, hiding your head in his neck. he continued walking towards the trailer, setting down the bag for a second so he could open the door, he used his leg to keep the door open while he reached back down to grab the bag, quickly moving inside. "ready to make some cupcakes bunny?" eddie set you down in the kitchen, placing the bag down on the counter at the same time. you nodded excitedly, reaching into the bag and taking out the cake mix carefully reading over the instructions on the back. "so what do we need baby?" he preheated the oven, then looked back at you.

"mm, water, vegetable oil, and 3 eggs daddy!" you smiled as you watched him grab all the ingredients and a bowl. "ready?" ______________ you were cuddling with eddie on his bed, blushing as he kissed your head over and over and told you how sweet you were to him. eddie was truly the best thing that happened to you, the best caregiver you could ever ask for, you didn't know what you did for him to fall so madly in love with you.

as you guys were talking, you heard the oven timer go off. eddie knew you were tired, so he decided to let you stay in bed while he went to go get them out of the oven and into the fridge so they could cool down. "i'll be right back, bunny, stay put!" he tried to press another kiss to your cheek, giggling as you sneakily moved your head so his lips met yours. "mmm'kay! hurry back, wan' cuddle more!" you thought you sounded normal, but to eddie, he just heard a bunch of babbling which he found adorable. he smiled again, nodding before getting off the bed and wondering out of his room. ______________ eddie was taking awhile in your tiny brain, even though he'd only been actually gone for about two minutes. lazily, you rolled onto his side of the bed and sat up, rubbing your eyes for a few seconds. when you finally placed your feet off the bed, you felt a plastic bag under your foot, mostly hidden by the bed covers. originally, you got startled for a second, but giggled to yourself as you realized what it was and how you were just being silly. hopping off the bed, you pulled the covers up so they weren't covering the bag anymore, and gasped once you saw what was in the giant plastic bag. a bunch. of candy. a bunch. you thought it would be gross weed or something, but this was so so much better! grabbing the bag, you jumped back onto the bed and began munching away happily, stimming as you kicked your legs. suddenly, eddie came in and let out a playful sigh as he saw you eating a starburst. "oh well, that was supposed to be one of your secret suprises later, but i guess the cat is out of the bag, huh?"

[galraluver]

Erm, it has been literally a year since I've requested lmao. Anyways, I have a request while they are open.

One of the Galra (specifically looking for Thace or Kolivan) don't know that some humans dye their hair, so when they have a S/O who religiously dyes their hair purple they just assume they're half galra, until they catch them dying their hair. They hadn't actually said anything to their human S/O about assuming they're partially Galran, so it surprised when they say they thought that.

Thanks!

-🦭

I'm glad that you're still around, I apologize for the long wait for requests to be open 😅. That's actually a really interesting idea, I'll be happy to write them 😊

I think that someone else already requested something really similar on someone else's blog, but I'm still going to post this because I took my time to write it last year and I still want to fulfill your request

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Ever since (Y/n) was old enough to dye her hair purple she did because purple was her favorite color, other people didn't always like it but she didn't care. She dyed her hair purple each time the dye started losing its color, so naturally she always kept purple hair dye on hand in her bathroom. (Y/n) was glad that the Garrison allowed people to dye their hair, she would have died if she couldn't dye her hair. The students she taught always thought she was the cool teacher because she wasn't as old fashioned as the other teachers; that, and she allowed snacks in her class. After (Y/n) found herself in space with the paladins she thought that she would have to let her hair go natural since she didn't bring any hair dye with her, luckily she found a store at the space mall that sold hair dye for all hair types.

(Y/n) already wasn't expecting to end up millions of lightyears away from Earth; meeting aliens completely blew her mind and ending up in a romantic relationship with a buff alien man twice her height had seemed impossible until it actually happened. Kolivan, the man she would eventually be marrying after the war with the galra empire ended, was standoffish with almost everyone except for her and maybe Keith, depending on what kind of mood he was in. The reason Kolivan trusted her and Keith was because Keith was Krolia's son and he thought she was half galra too, only he was attracted to (Y/n) and wanted her to eventually be his mate. (Y/n) found it strange that Kolivan was so open to her ever since they got to know each other better, although she was glad that he reciprocated her feelings. One day while she was busy dyeing her hair in one of the bathrooms in the castle of lions, Kolivan went looking for her after attending a strategy meeting with the paladins; he decided to ask Shiro if he knew where his significant other was.

“(Y/n) is usually here waiting for me after our meetings, would you happen to know where she is?” Kolivan asked Shiro with genuine curiosity, wondering where his beloved was during that moment.

“I think she's fixing her hair in the bathroom near the bedrooms.” Shiro replied, telling the older man where (Y/n) was.

“Thank you.” Kolivan responded with gratitude before he started his journey to where his girlfriend was.

The corners of Shiro's mouth twitched upwards, he was happy for (Y/n) because she finally found someone who loved her; Kolivan might not have been the most social person out there, but he loved her and she loved him. One of (Y/n's) physical aspects Kolivan loved most was her hair, it was a beautiful shade of purple and he loved gently running his fingers through it. She obviously wasn't related to Keith, he often found himself wondering how and when another galra landed on Earth and had the time to mate with a human; he wondered if someone from the galra empire went to Earth before Krolia but had a change of heart after falling in love with a human. (Y/n) had the bathroom door open so she could have the proper ventilation, although she wasn't expecting Kolivan to be looking for her. Kolivan got the shock of his life when he saw (Y/n) dyeing her hair purple, his heart almost stopped when he saw her natural hair color; (Y/n) never knew that Kolivan thought she was half galra, she always assumed he knew that she dyed her hair.

“(Y/n)? What is all of this?” Kolivan asked (Y/n) in disbelief, hardly able to wrap his mind around the fact that she wasn't half galra; he didn't necessarily feel betrayed because her lineage never came up, although it was still a shock to him.

“Oh, hey Koli. I'm just dyeing my hair.” (Y/n) cheerfully greeted her boyfriend when she turned to look at him before facing the mirror again, not thinking much of it while she carefully rubbed the purple dye into her soft locks.

All Kolivan could do was stand there and stare, completely dumbfounded that he'd mistaken a simple dye job for galra genes. It made a lot more sense to him as to why (Y/n) was so nose blind and why she wasn't as strong as Keith, but it ultimately didn't matter what species she was because he would always love her no matter what. He watched as she finished putting the purple dye in her hair before she took off and placed the reusable gloves in the sink after she washed them off, watching his future wife dye her hair unnerved him a little. (Y/n) looked at Kolivan's reflection in the mirror and saw the conflicted expression on his face, she felt bad for not telling him sooner that she dyed her hair purple. She turned to face him after she set the timer on her phone, prepared to answer any of his questions.

“How long have you been dyeing your hair?” Kolivan questioned when (Y/n) fully faced him, trying his best not to offend her; he didn't want to make her feel bad, he just wanted to understand why she enjoyed dyeing her hair and for how long she had been doing it.

“I've been doing it for a few years. I- I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just didn't think it would ever come up.” (Y/n) apologized, feeling anxious when she looked her boyfriend in the eye while she spoke to him.

“I thought you were half galra- I never considered that you simply dyed your hair. I don't love you any less, but it's a lot for me to take in.” Kolivan explained before he gave (Y/n) the wrong idea, he didn't want her to think he would break things off with her from a simple misunderstanding.

(Y/n) never would have thought he would think she was half galra, although it definitely explained why he was so friendly with her when they first met each other. Since Kolivan didn't seem too upset she began telling him why she began dyeing her hair purple and when; she didn't necessarily hate her real hair color, but she liked having purple hair a lot more. For a moment she was worried that he didn't like her dyeing her hair purple, thankfully he didn't hold it against her and accepted her sense of style. Kolivan knew about hair dye, he remembered a time when Ulaz accidentally dyed the fur growing out of his crest pink instead of dark purple like he'd originally planned, the memory would always be burned in his mind. He still thought (Y/n) looked very attractive with purple hair and offered to help her with the dyeing process if she needed his help in the future, (Y/n) appreciated Kolivan's offer to help her very much.

[sweetmariihs2]

Today I found and bought two new Sofia The First magazines in a magazine stand, in a town next to mine. (That's what the post is about) 🪻✨️💗

I live in a small town, I came to the neighboring city (a slightly bigger one; where there is a cinema, adequate medical care and clinics, things that are scarce in my town and everyone comes here when they need one of these things) to do an eyesight exam, because recebtly I've been feeling my vision getting worse. Going to the clinic, I found a magazine stand on the other street, and I asked my family (who were with me) if they could accompany me there later. I did the exam, and I'm still under the influence of the eye drops, so it's been torture to write this text, but I need to tell you what I found. You won't believe it: TWO DIFFERENT EDITIONS OF SOFIA THE FIRST MAGAZINES! THOSE THAT ARE NO LONGER PRODUCED! IN FACT, SEVERAL COPIES OF THEM! There were like, 7 magazines from the same edition, perfectly new, never touched, ON THE FLOOR. (And no, I'm not from Rio De Janeiro, there are a lot of sidewalks with this pattern here in Brazil)

A while ago, I think it was in January, I was wondering if I should also go to this city and look for Sofia The First merch, because in my small town I've already looked at all the stores and there's nothing left to see here (how many, about 4 ? 5? Yes, it really is a small city, I know all these places and you can visit them all in 1 or 2 hours at most, walking down the street, without a car). I found some stickers and birthday invitations, I posted them a while ago, I used them for journaling in my sketchbook.

(@shychick-52 do you see the Donald Duck magazines there?? When I saw them I immediately thought about you, they're on the bottom left of the pic and there's more in the top right. Pato Donald is Donald Duck, Tio Patinhas is Scrooge McDuck's name in Brazil. I don't know a thing about Ducktales, I'm sorry!)

I literally gasped. I was just going there for fun, as I like books, magazines and vintage products like records and CDs, so I really like physical media. Those places full of trinkets are extremely fun for me, and whenever I have the opportunity I like to look at everything, down to the smallest details. I love music and vinyl stores, stationery stores, party stores, haberdashery, so a magazine stand sounds amazing to me too! I hadn't been to one in years! (I never went thrifting in my life. It would be an amazing day to spend an evening)

There weren't only Sofia The First ones, you see, these kinds of magazines aren't produced anymore since kids don't have any interest in them. So most of the children's magazines there were dated around 2012-2016! You don't even have to look for the dates to know that, the Strawberry Shortcake ones, Frozen (FROZEN, DUDE! FROZEN!!!) (In one of my STF magazines there's even an ad of these Frozen magazines, they were produced during the same time), there were Disney Junior ones (If you look closely you can see the Lion Guard cover on that pic where I show you the pile of STF magazines, it's on top of them), Disney Princess, EVEN MONSTER HIGH. I didn't took a pic of this one, but as far as I know, you don't find these anywhere anymore. I felt like going back to 2015, when I was a kid those activity magazines and visiting the magazine stands were extremely fun, the themes on the children's magazines were exactly these, I remember the sticker albums, so many good memories. It makes sense, since they're the same ones, but they were never sold.

Besides the children magazines, they sell mangas, magazines, books, word search and activity books, cooking books, comic books/magazines (superhero themed or not- DC comics, Marvel, but also Disney and national works, for example our beloved Turma Da Mônica), and even toys and stuff.

So I figured maybe I'd find silly things here too, it's a bigger town but after all it's still small, it's just 40 mins away from mine, maybe I could find little birthday hats that I can cut out? Gift bags? Maybe stickers and coloring kits, silly things. Of course, knowing about the magazine stands there, something that my hometown NO LONGER has, inside of me had a small amount of hope that I could find something, but not much, as I live in the rural/interior part of Brazil and many products are bootleg, you know those princess books with wonky faces written "princess coloring book"? Stuff like that. But there was still a shred of hope, despite knowing that there probably wouldn't be anything interesting. I just went there because I have fun searching for little things.

AND WHEN I GOT THERE.... THE MAGAZINES WERE JUST THERE. AT THE ENTRANCE. ON THE ?!?!?!?!? FLOOR?!??!??! (You can see the pic up there) ON THE DIRTY SIDEWALK FULL OF DIRT AND DUST AND ALL KINDS OF NASTY THINGS?!??! HELL NAH

It was like they were just waiting for me to get them, they were the first things that I saw. I KNEW THAT I WOULD FIND SOMETHING. In fact, as I always hope to find cool things in these stores I frequent, I always expect something. I'm usually disappointed, but I always try to find it. AND THIS TIME I FOUND IT. NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT LIKE A DOZEN of STF magazines from the same edition, still packaged AND WITH THE GIFT. ALL OF THEM.

As my parents had work to do in our town and needed to return, I had to look at everything quickly. Luckily the magazine stand was small, so I was able to look at a few things, and while the attendant (who seemed bored (thankfully, the fact that she was very slow gave me time to look a little more)) served other customers (she was slow with them too, which gave me more time thank god), I continued looking at all sides of the stand, observing every small detail to look for treasures. If there were several copies of an issue of Sofia The First magazine still packed there, then there must have been more, hidden behind that enormous amount of information. I didn't had enough time because my parents needed to go back home, but I wish I could have saw the content from the Disney Junior magazines. I opened it and looked through the pages, only the last two pages were about Sofia The First, but I still had a lot to look so I put it back and went to search for more.

That's the one I got, the edition I mentioned

12 brazillian reais are worth around 2,50 dollars. For us, in talks about value, it would be like- 5 dollars? Not too cheap like literal 2 dollars, it's like, a cheap price, but not that much. For us, I mean. I don't know if you get what I mean, my explanation was terrible

Before, as we were late for the exam and the whole family was going (we all went to take the exam) I only took with me my cellphone and headphones, I didn't bring my money or even a purse or a backpack. My father bought me the magazine, I got so happy. Actually, he just let me have it and gave me the money, so I went to the attendant. The magazines had an elastic band around to secure them, as you can see in the pic, and I took them to the girl and asked for her help to get one out. As I'm used to being very friendly, and I was very happy, I approached the girl, asked for her help, and as she got them out of the elastic band, I kept talking "I can't believe I found this!! They are no longer produced, they are rare items, and I'm collecting them! I didn't think I would find anything like this here, it definitely made my day." I noticed that the attendant wasn't very friendly back, in fact she was very quiet and seemed a little bored, but I didn't care, I was too happy to worry about judgement looks from people I don't know, at least I was friendly and I did my part. My young brother later told me that when I turned my back she looked confused and shrugged, perhaps thinking "to each their own, right?". She went to serve the other customers and in the meantime I continued to look through the magazines, hoping to find more.

Important detail: I still had eye drops, my pupils were extremely dilated and I could see nearby objects blurred, so searching thoroughly was very difficult. Imagine looking at all that information without being able to see things closer than 1m from you. I'm still convinced I didn't manage to look at everything. I found more Disney Princess magazines (dated in 2014? 2015? somewhere around that) and that's when I saw it. I literally had to crouch down to look at the magazines in the lower sections of the shelf, they were stacked and they covered each other, and when I saw the Sofia The First logo I quickly grabbed it. IT WAS ANOTHER EDITION - A FLOATING PALACE THEMED ONE. Unfortunately this time it was out of the packaging, and I have no idea if someday there was even a gift with it, but I don't care, it was amazing to find this.

That's the Disney Princess magazines I was talking about! In that first pic I took, at the start of the post, you can see a Belle themed one. The Ariel themed magazine looks so old that the paint is stained and started to fade (it was in the front showcase while the other ones were carefully placed inside the stand), thankfully the STF ones were brand new. Well, almost.

Now that I'm home and I'm already seeing a little better, I'm gonna show you the magazines. Not all of them unfortunately, because a post only supports 10 pics and each magazine has 15/20+ pages so like... yeah. I wanna scan them and put them in a Google drive folder, or at least post a video about them in my YouTube channel, but that's more unlikely. If I had all of them, definitely, but I don't think it's worth recording a video if it's not with all the issues, don't you think? Anyway.

What's written in the first one: The Queen's Birthday Party! (This one came with the necklace)

In the second one: Sofia's vacation!

Let's take a closer look at the necklace

I'm fighting the urge to use it. I really want to use that tag in my sketchbook and the charm of the necklace in something like a keychain, but I cann'ttt bring myself to destroy something that is not produced anymoreeee😭😭😭

In the Floating Palace magazine, there is not even a single page where the sea monster is in. Not even a single one.

But in the "Queen's Birthday Party" one, there are three pages where Cedric is in! Yayy!!! They did him justice!!!

If anyone's curious about Miranda's birthday party, it's a comic and someone already posted it on Tumblr. Here is the link.

You know, that "Queen's Birthday Party" it's very exclusive, I don't remember the show having any episode like this, and the next activities in the magazine talk about the vacation they did in the comic and also the birthday party. Besides that, we have a lot of activities related to Tilly and family, and the main arts and crafts activity from this magazine is making a family tree. I believe that this magazine's topic is family.

I can't show you all the pages, but at least I can publish the pages Cedric is in and add more stuff to my Cedric merch masterlist (and personal research)

Well at least he's there. I have seen this art around like 20 times but they remembered that Cedric is a Sofia The First character so that's good I guess

They did him dirty here

AND THIS!!!! THIS ABSOLUTELY THIS!!! MY FAVORITE ONE!!!1!1!!!1!1!!1

YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW HOW LOUD I GASPED, WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I ALMOST STARTED JUMPING AND SCREAMING "YIPEE YIPEEE"

I'll translate it to you this time, so you can understand how I'm feeling right now

✨️Translation:✨️

Enchancia Castle

Title: Fraternal Bonds

Before leaving, Aunt Tilly gives her brother a big hug. Which pairs of siblings do you know from Sofia's world? Mark the correct pairs below.

THAT IS SO AAARRRGGGAGGAGAVVSGGSBBAVSGJ💖💖😭💗💞💗💞😭💞😭💗😭💞😭💖💗💖

I KNOW THAT CEDRIC AND SOFIA ARE THE WRONG OPTION, BUT I CAN'T. THAT IS SO CUTE I MIGHT EXPLODE I DON'T KNOW

that's what we had for today, I reached the 10 image per blog limit as always, no one's surprised

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Eagle under the Lion's paw pt2

After a little over a month you finally settled down. Edelgard still interacted little but if it was a group conversation she at least had the decency to address you. Like most of the other weekdays, you started packing up after class finished. You didn't know what to do this afternoon since Dimitri was going to be training some of the orphans today. Perhaps you have tea with Dorathea.

"(Y/n)" Ferdinand's voice beckoned for your attention and you turned to speak with him.

"Yes, Ferdinand?" You replied. You wondered what he wanted, he was determined to best your sister at everything. Perhaps he'd attempt to find something he could exploit against her from you.

"I'm impressed with how you wielded your lance against those bandits yesterday, from my understanding you only started using one a month ago, correct?" He praised.

"Thank you and yes it's the first weapon I've ever used" you replied.

"Perhaps you'd like to spar with me? I'm sure I could teach you a technique or two" he suggested.

You thought about it for a bit. What harm would it be to, Surely you could learn something new from Ferdinand? Everyone was different after all. The worst thing that could happen was his boasting.

"Sure thing, I'll just put away my things and then head to the training ground" you replied.

Of course, you knew you'd likely lose as he had far more experience but you knew he'd at least teach you a few techniques.

You went to your dorm, put away your things, and changed into something looser to train in before you made your way to the training ground where he waited for you with two training lances.

He threw you one before backing up.

"I expect you to give this your all," he said as you both got into position. You took up a defensive stance and waited for him to make the first move. He charged towards you and you used your lance to push his to the side before attempting to take a jab but he quickly recovered and managed to defend himself. You took a step back and he attempted to advance again and swung his lance. You barely dodged.

You had no grasp on time while you sparred. You had not managed to get a single point against Ferdinand but it didn't deter you.

"You play a solid defence, trying to get a point on you is certainly challenging" Ferdinand praised as wiped his face with a handkerchief he had.

"Thank you, I could say the same thing about how you attack," you replied.

"Perhaps next time I can help you with your offense" he offered as he took your lance and walked to the rack they were stored at.

"That sounds great" you accepted before noticing someone in the corner of your eye. You turned and saw Dimitri who was standing by one of the pillars. You approached him and greeted him with a smile and his expression lightened.

"I thought you were going to take a break today," he said, something was odd about how he said it but you couldn't put your finger on it.

"I was but then Ferdinand challenged me to spar with him-" you told him but he cut you off.

"You shouldn't overwork yourself, if you keep training so intensively you could hurt yourself" he warned you.

Deep down Dimitri was seething. He didn't understand why but seeing you training with someone else made his blood boil. He wanted to go after the ginger man and beat him to a bloody pulp.

'I've done so well to contain it to this point, I can't ruin everything now' he mentally told himself. He'd felt a burning jealousy around you when he'd see you with others but he'd never thought about harming another person over it.

He remembered how much Edelgard talked about you all those years ago, he'd one day you'd be well enough so he could meet you. He'd always collect some pink zinnias, blue salvia, and white hyacinths from the courtyard and ask her to give them to you. He wondered if you knew it was him who had given you those all flowers years ago. Did you even remember that? Most likely not. At least his wish to meet you came true. Even if had taken many years to come to fruition.

"Dimitri, are you alright?" You asked him which snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, I was just thinking about something" he responded.

🦅🦅🦅

Trying to sleep had proven to be a challenge every night. No matter how exhausted you were you'd toss and turn. You'd finally fall to sleep only to wake up in tears after a horrible nightmare that you'd forget about the moment you were awake. Only left with the phantom pain and the memory of screams from the nightmare.

Tonight was no different your breathing was labored and a sharp burning pain coursed through your whole body. You were covered in sweat and your heart was racing. You were far too hot in this dorm room and decided you needed to get outside and cool off.

You put on part of your uniform and left the dorm. You knew the monastery had a curfew but you couldn't stay in your dorm with how you felt, you needed fresh air.

You walked down and sat by the pond. The gentle breeze helped you cool down but the pain persisted. You took several long breaths with your eyes closed to try and calm down.

"You couldn't sleep either?" Dimitri's voice asked. You turned around to see him standing behind you.

"I had slept a little but I had a nightmare, I came outside to calm down" you explained as you watched him sit beside you.

"What was it about? If you don't mind me asking" he asked.

"Honestly I don't remember, all I can recall is the screams of others… familiar screams and the pain," you told him.

"I've been having this nightmare ever since joining the academy" you continued. He empathized with you. He too had been plagued by nightmares. He was here for the exact same reason you were. He could still feel all those hands clutching at every part of his body, hands of all those who had died because of his incompetence threatening to tear him apart as their voices begged for him to avenge them.

Yet now that horrible nightmare was nothing to him right now as he sat beside you.

"I struggle sleeping most nights, next time you can't sleep you should come here and chat with me. I'd enjoy talking to you more outside of training" he said, a small smile on his lips.

"I'd like that" you replied with a smile of your own before looking out at the pond.

🦅🦅🦅

Almost every night he'd see you at the pond like you'd both agreed. You two would talk about various things that happened each day. It was calming and when you'd go back to your dorm you finally were able to sleep soundly.

Again you sat next to Dimitri by the pond. You remember the dream you had last night. You were back in Faerghus with Edelgard and your uncle. Edelgard happily exclaimed how you could finally go outside and meet the friend she had told you so much about. You pretty much jumped out to the dense snow with zero hesitation. It made you remember about your time in Faerghus stuck huddled up in bed. You had been desperate to go outside but your uncle refused to let you go when you were so ill. Those flowers Edelgard would give you from her friend would cheer you up. You'd wished to meet him in person but the day you had finally recovered you and Edelgard were told that you were going back to Enbarr.

"I had a dream last night about being back in Faerghus," you told Dimitri as you looked out to the pond that was illuminated by the moonlight.

"You used to live in Faerghus?" He asked you. Of course, he knew you had but he wanted to know just how much you remembered.

"I did, unfortunately, I was too ill to leave the house" you replied.

"All I wanted to do was go outside but the moment my uncle would catch me out of bed he'd put me back in and lecture me on how important it was I rested and how the cold would only make my condition worse" you continued.

"And then when I finally recovered we had to go back to Enbarr, I was devastated… there was this boy Edelgard had befriended, she'd always come home with flowers that he'd picked to give to me to wish me well but I never got the chance to meet him" you said with a frown.

"For the life of me I can't remember his name, but I hope he's doing well" you sighed before turning to Dimitri, a warm expression on his face.

"pink zinnias, blue salvia, and white hyacinths?" He asked. Your eyes widened in shock.

"How do you know?" you exclaimed almost instantly before your thoughts had time to set in. Now you looked like a clueless idiot In front of him, it was obvious that it was him but still, it was a shock. After all these years you finally met him but also he was the prince of Fargus.

"This is surreal, I'm sorry but I'm struggling to process this," you told him. You felt horrible for not realizing sooner, his name should have been familiar to you.

"I'm so sorry for not realizing sooner" you apologized.

"There is no need to apologize, it's been quite a few years since then," He told you.

"I should have told you before (Y/n), even I was in disbelief when I heard your name," he continued.

"When we were little I'd imagine what you were like and you're everything and more than I'd hoped, I want to be around you every moment I can" he confessed.

"That's really sweet Dimitri, I'd love to spend more time with you too" you replied

[chimachapterbooks]

The Vault

“Longtooth! Wake up!"

The old Lion Warrior sat up abruptly. "I wasn't napping," Longtooth insisted, half asleep. "I was just . .. resting my eyes."

Leonidas was standing over him. He shook Longtooth fully awake. "I needed to find you!" Leonidas exclaimed.

"Because . . . um . . . because…”

Longtooth sighed. Leonidas was never very good at doing two things at once, like bringing a message and remembering what it was.

"Are we under attack?" Longtooth asked groggly.

"No," said Leonidas. "That's not it."

"Is the CHI in danger?"

"NO, not that," Leonidas replied. He furrowed his brow in concentration.

“Think!" said Longtooth, exasperated. "Did Laval send you to find me?"

"That's it!" cried Leonidas.

"Laval! CHI! Laval is trapped in the legendary CHI vault!"

Longtooth slowly rose to his feet. He already missed the nap he wasn't going to get to finish. "All right," said, yawning. "You had better start from the beginning."

As Longtooth gathered his CHI harness and armor, Leonidas explained what had happened.

A few weeks before, while Laval had been cleaning out the map room as part of his chores, he had stumbled across a particularly old-looking scroll. It belonged to the Lion Elders. The scroll told of an ancient legend about a CHI vault the Lions had built centuries ago, the last time the CHI was in danger.

According to the legend, the vault was filled with doom traps and was one of the most secure places ever created to store CHI. But when the danger passed, the Lions never needed to use their treacherous vault after all.

So it remained hidden somewhere in the forest. Lava asked the Elders about the legend, and they said it was just a myth. But Laval insisted that if it was real, it could be the perfect solution for protecting the CHI.

"Laval used the scroll and the Lion Elders' maps to figure out where the CHI vault might be," Leonidas explained. "I saw him sneaking out of the Compound this morning. Laval made me promise not to say anything.

But he hasn't been back all day. I'm worried something might have happened to him."

"All right," said Longtooth as they prepared to set out. "Where's this legendary CHI vault so we can go and find him?"

Leonidas's expression suddenly went blank. "Uhhhh, find him. Right . . ." he said.

Longtooth sighed. "You mean you don't know where he went? How are we going to rescue him if we don't know where he is?"

Leonidas scratched his head with a rolled up parchment he held in one hand. "I'm not sure," he said slowly. "I feel like Laval told me before he left, but now I can't remember."

Longtooth gently took the parchment from Leonidas's paw and unrolled it. It was one of the Lion Elders' maps, with a trail drawn on it.

"Did Laval by any chance give you this?" Longtooth asked.

Leonidas brightened. "Oh, yeah! He did. Good thinking, Longtooth. I completely forgot!"

Torches in hand, Leonidas and Longtooth reached the entrance to the ancient CHI vault marked on the map. At least, it was where the entrance was supposed to be.

Longtooth glanced down at the map and back up to the weathered, root-ridden rock crevice in front of them.

He frowned. "Is this really it? It just looks like an old hole in the rocks."

Leonidas shrugged. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

The two Lions advanced inside. Except for the glow of their torches, there was no light to guide their way.

They had gone only a short distance when Leonidas's eyes suddenly grew wide. "Hey!" he said. "Look at that. I didn't know you could grow grass in a cave with no light.”

"Grass in a- ?" Longtooth started.

Before Longtooth could stop him, Leonidas headed for the grassy spot in the middle of the narrow tunnel.

As soon as he put one paw on the grass, it caved in, revealing a deep pit below. Leonidas started to tumble in! Longtooth lunged forward and grabbed his friend before he could fall.

"Doom traps, remember?" said Longtooth. "I'm pretty sure the key word there is doom. We have to be more careful."

"That was a close one," Leonidas breathed. "Thanks."

Then, his face grew worried. "I sure hope Laval is okay."

"Me, too," said Longtooth. "Let's keep going."

Backing up a few steps, the two Lions took a running jump and just made it over the pit. They kept walking, until they came to a much wider part of the cave. On the left-hand side of the stone floor there was a vine tied into a loop. The vine trailed up toward the ceiling.

"Okay, now that one's too obvious," said Longtooth.

"Why would you step into that vine? Of course it will hoist you up toward the ceiling. All we have to do is go around it."

Longtooth took a few steps to the right of the vine.

Just as he was beside the loop, the stone floor under his feet sank a few inches. A big slab of rock suddenly shot out from the cave wall, big enough to crush him against the opposite side.

"This way!" yelled Leonidas.

He grabbed Longtooth and pulled him into the center of the vine loop. The vine yanked up, pulled tight around their legs, and jerked them into the air just as the slab crashed against the wall.

"You're right, it’s so obvious. Anybody could see you were supposed to step into it to get pulled up to the ceiling. Right?"

"Um, right…” said Longtooth. "I was just showing you why you would want to be up near the ceiling.”

The vine slowly lowered the two back down to the floor. Longtooth and Leonidas freed themselves and started forward again.

As they walked, Longtooth grumbled to himself. He was worried about Laval. He was also annoyed with the Lion Prince for getting into this mess. But as much as Longtooth's aches and pains were bothering him, he was beginning to look forward to the next trap. He was starting to see this whole thing as a big tactical challenge. And if there was one thing Longtooth was always up for, it was a challenge.

They had walked a little ways farther when Leonidas spotted something. "There's a pile of CHI against that wall. Maybe Laval dropped it? Or maybe it's another trap?"

Longtooth thought hard. It did look like an obvious trap, but the last time, the obvious trap turned out not to be one at all. So mavbe this one was safe . . . or maybe the ancient builders of the vault just wanted him to think it was safe.

But they would know he would never believe it wasn't a trap, so maybe it was safe. This was starting to make Longtooth's head hurt.

He knelt down to examine the CHI. Suddenly, one of the orbs flew out at him. He moved aside and it smacked against the cave wall with a loud thud.

"That's not CHI!" exclaimed Longtooth. "It's a rock painted to look like CHI."

"Wow, there are CHI rocks now?" exclaimed Leonidas “Awesome!”

More of the rocks flew out at the two Lions from a miniature catapult hidden beneath the pile.

"Leonidas! Run!" yelled Longtooth. They sprinted down the tunnel to avoid the barrage.

Up ahead, a sticky net was drooping low from the ceiling. Both Lions hit the floor and rolled underneath it. It was a good thing they were down low, too, because just past the nets, stone spikes started flying out of the walls above there heads.

"How did the Lions who invented this vault ever make it through to get to the CHI they stored?" grumbled Longtooth.

The friends crawled forward until they were past the spikes. Longtooth sat with his back to the cave wall, breathing heavily. He was exahusted. Leonidas, on the other hand, still seemed full of energy.

"Not sure how much farther we have to go," said Longtooth. "There might be a dozen traps between here and the vault door. We might be sitting in the middle of one right now. So why don't you look more worried?"

Leonidas shrugged. "I just take things one at a time," he said. "I sometimes try to take things two at a time, but that gets confusing. And you remember what happened when I took things four at a time."

Longtooth winced. He did remember. It took a week to clean up that mess, and everyone's fur smelled of swamp for a month.

Together, the two Lions started walking again. They came to a massive wooden door with a big keypad in its center and a handle on the right. This had to be the door to the vault itself.

Longtooth immediately began trying different combinations but none of them worked.

After each combination, he would push the door handle down and try to pull it open, but the door wouldn't budge. He started to feel very frustrated. Minutes went by, then an hour as he tried and tried to solve this last puzzle. When Leonidas suggested he take a break, Longtooth angrily answered that he would beat this challenge yet.

Leonidas waited until Longtooth stopped for a moment. Then he reached out, and tried pulling the handle upward. The door opened.

"Things that look like traps aren't," said Leonidas. "Things that look safe aren't. So I figured maybe something that looked like it was a normal, locked door... wasn't."

"And the vault builders guessed an intruder would be so angry by the time he got here, he would spend hours trying to find a combination that didn't exist," realized Longtooth.

Now they were faced with another door. It looked almost identical to the previous one. The only difference was the last keypad had numbers and this one had letters. Just as a precaution, Longtooth tried the handle up and down, but this door remained locked tight.

"Can I try?" asked Leonidas.

"Sure," said Longtooth.

Leonidas started using the keypad to spell out every word he could think of that might be the combination.

Lion, CHI, Chima, Legend Beast, even Vault. None of them were right.

"Boy, they sure made this hard," he said finally.

"The ancient Lions must have really wanted to keep their enemies out."

Longtooth smiled. "Leonidas… nothing is what you expect in here. Think about it: If you wanted a combination no enemy would ever guess, what would you use?"

Leonidas thought for a moment. Then he punched the letters on the keypad to spell:

W-E-L-C-O-M-E

The door swung open.

There was Laval, standing in the middle of the vault. He smiled broadly at the sight of his two friends.

"Am I glad to see you!" he exclaimed happily.

"Laval!" Leonidas cried.

"Are you okay?" asked Longtooth.

"I am now." Laval breathed a sigh of relief. "I wasn't sure anyone would ever reach me. I guess I shouldn't have tried to find this vault on my own."

"Might have been a good idea," Longtooth said.

"How did you make it past all those doom traps?"

Leonidas asked, amazed. "They almost got us . .. several times! l wouldn't have made it through if Longtooth wasn’t with me. "

Longtooth nodded. "Leonidas saved my hide a few times, too. How did you get past them?"

Laval chuckled and pointed up at the ceiling. "Didn't have to. I fell in from up there."

Longtooth and Leonidas followed his gaze upward.

Hish up on the vault ceiling was a cluster of tightly racked rocks that looked like they were blocking a large opening.

"There was a hole up there from the outside when I got here," Laval explained. "The rocks have probably been wearing away for hundreds of years. When I lowered myself in, they collapsed and the hole was blocked. The vault door was sealed from the outside, so I would have been trapped in here forever." He smiled gratefully at his two friends. "If it wasn't for you two."

“Wow," Leonidas said. "I can't believe you missed all those doom traps. They were really something!"

Laval put his arms around each of their shoulders.

"Well, I guess I'Il get to see them on the way out of this vault." He smiled. "But as long as I have you two by my side, l'm pretty sure we can handle anything.”

[kaivenom]

How you meet the Descendants' boys HCS

Masterlist

Carlos de vil

You are the only one hacker in Auradon, so when you saw another person on lind doing your thing on the Auradon network, you decided to discover who that person was. After some digging on the internet and some observation on the real life, you discovered that your oponent was the son of Cruella d Vil.

You approached him on his way to the school and he seemed really happy that someone shares his hobby and can teach him something.

Jay

Your fathers were Yasmine and Aladdin and Ben had the incredible idea of introducing you to the VK because your parents were enemies. He tried to impress you but your father taught you how to deal with tricksters and that led to him having the personal goal of getting you flustered.

Chad Charming

You were a tansfered student from Arendell, emparented with Ana and Elsa, Audrey was your guide on Auradon. She presented you to Chad and well, you being a princess so beautifull with such an attitude (ice Kingdom=strong personality) made him get speechless and start to follow you like a puppy.

Ben Florian

Your father is the chesire cat so you can somehow travel between worlds and barriers so when Ben saw you with Island clothes on the lake he was captivated. You are not used to talking to people so you escaped with a smile. A couple of days later you came again and he was waiting for you with a basket full of food and invited you to talk.

Doug

You were Evie's sister, the black ship of your family because you were always really nice and good and couldn't hide it. So you were the first one to apologize to him about the team's behaviour and you always greeted him on the halls. That make him took the courage to ask you on a date.

Gil

His father knocked him out of the house for the night and he was wandering around the Island, you saw him and thru him a piece of bread. He was really hungry so he took it and then went to sit next to you. You didn't know why he did that but he was pretty funny and a little dumb so you didn't considered him a threat and let him sit.

Harry Hook

You are Scar's daughter (hibrid or witch human-lion) and you were on Lady Tremain's hairdress store, this was now your territory. Harry entered the place to recolect the money of the month and when you confronted him about the new situation and took the money away from him, he proposed to himself to take on your nerves everytime he could.

[kidge-planet]

Kidge headcanon 47:

Kidge's kids headcanon: first son, Kayden!

(Hi everyone! I was supposed to do that since a year now but I always forgot or was feeling too busy... I really hope you'll enjoy it!!

this is following the three posts I made about Pidge's three pregnancies! click here to read them before! :

first pregnancy

second pregnancy

third pregnancy )

NEWBORN:

A lot of people cried when they met him... ( These people are OBVIOUSLY NOT Hunk, Shiro and Sam!)

Matt started to talk to him as if he could understand... ( He asked him how his day was but the lil guy just came to life and doesn't know about his own existence lol)

When Kayden met Lance, he cried because Lance scared him by making too much noise...

Pidge has a video of Keith holding the baby for the first time... She said that he was holding him like a fragile wine bottle... Also, he cried.

Krolia called him Yorak when she met him. She raised him in the air in lion-king style.

Colleen made a little cover full of stars for him and he already seemed to like it...

Krolia gifted a blade but it was obviously too early for him. Keith decided to give it to him when he'll be ready.

BABY:

Kayden looks like Keith and acts like him too... He's just a mini clone of his father.

For that same reason, Krolia visits his son more often... ( Probably because she didn't get the chance to know her own son as a baby or a kid...)

Kayden has a LOT of energy. When he figured how to crawl , he would do it for hours at an incredible speed and will then go annoy Kosmo... All that without falling asleep!

Really tho, HE DOES MOVE A LOT!

When he sleeps with his parents, he would slap Keith whenever he snores... that always makes Pidge laugh.

Also, when he sleeps with them, he would fall asleep next to them ( like, in between...) And he'll wake up at their feets because HE MOVES TOOOOO MUCHHHH.

He's a picky eater! even when he started eating solid food, he would not eat vegtebles and always tried to get stuffs like chicken nuggets... But Pidge knows how to make him eat vegtables.

Kayden loves his mommy. so yup, his first word was mommy and Keith wasn't jealous but SUPER PROUD.

He quickly started to want to walk... He was failling all the time but one day, he did it and he was so proud of himself that he showed it to "mommy" and "daddy".

Krolia took Kayden into space to show him around... ( Of course, Keith went along.)

Kayden loves being out. When his parents take him outside to play or for other reasons, he would be so happy and try to go on the ground to crawl with Kosmo.

Going back to kosmo, he always keeps an eye on the lil baby, just as if it was his baby too.

If Kayden goes too far, Kosmo will bring him back to Katie and Keith.

Kayden has an obsession with birds. I loves chasing them and it makes him laugh a lot.

Once, he saw Keith in his training room, punching a punching bag. Kayden will directly go punch a plushie, just like his dada did, because it was so cool!

Pidge knows tricks to make him fall asleep.

TODDLER:

Still looks like his father.

He starts to talk correctly pretty slowly... He learns new words and uses them to tell the ones he loves that he loves them... Also that he peed his pants.

When he eats, he asks his parents to also feed his favorite plushie.

He walks practically perfectly. He sometimes still fall but made a looot of progress.

Pidge has at least a thousand pictures of his husband and son cuddling, eating together or even just sat together. She thinks it's sooo cute.

Pidge gave birth to Kayden's little sister, Anaïs. Kayden would look at her as if she is a small pet or a doll.

He really wants to be a good big brother, just like his parents told him to be. But he doesn't really knows what it means.

He held Anaïs in his arms and quickly asked his parents to take her back.

He wanted to play with Anaïs but she was obviously too small and fragile.

He got sad and cried.

But then, Keith took him to a store full of toys and he got to choose a few: he took a dinosaur plush, a doll that he thought was pretty and a fake computer so he could do like his mom with the computer.

He loves to hang out with uncle Matt... Even if Kayden can't do correct sentences, he will tells his uncle Matt everything he has done during the day.

cuddle time with mommy is the best thing ever.

He talks to his sister a lot, even if she doesn't understand anything...

his nonna Colleen makes the BESTS cookies ever! He says so all the time.

He thinks his mommy is so pretty. When he goes outside with his dad, he always pick up a few flowers to give them to his mommy because he says that they are as pretty as her.

Sometimes, he's jealous of his dad. Especially when Pidge hugs him or give him kisses.

Kid:

He started to go for runs in the morning with his dad. Also, to learn how to fight.

At school, He doesn't have much friends... He does have a few ones which is good.

he's not the smartest kid at school but he has good grades.

He loves playing video games with his mother.

Keith gives candies to his son after 6pm. If Pidge learned that, she would kill him.

kayden wants to pilot like his father... But Pidge is clear: his way too young!

Kayden likes to play with his sister. He's very protective of her and he likes to teach her things.

Since he knows what the BOM is, he wants to one day be a part of it.

Once, some older kids tried to annoy him. He punched them... His parent's weren't very happy that he punched these kids BUT, he didn't got grounded. Because he just stood up for himself... Even tho Keith and Pidge told him that there were better ways to defend himself. (Keith kind of recognise himself there...)

He still loves his mother more than anything and he does not care what other kids say about it.

A doctor figured that Kayden was hyperactive.

He does a lot of sport.

He loves Kosmo. He takes him on a walk everydays or at least fourth times a week.

Sometimes, uncle Shiro and uncle Curtis babysit him and his sister. And they have a LOT of fun. during the day, they go play outside and during the evening, they whatch action movies!

When uncle lance keeps them, they both get to go choose flowers for their parents in the juneberry fields, to play with animals and to meet some kids from new Altea... Anaïs is a bit too young to make friends ( two years old) but Kayden made friends easily and includes his sister as much as he can in every activities they do. Of course, Lance keeps a close eye on them, he sits under a tree to talks with the parents of the other kids while they play. He's used to keep kids, he has a huge family... before bed, they play video games... (Anaïs already sleeps when they do.)

When Uncle Hunk and auntie Shay babysits them, they usually bake something during the day so they would be able to gift it to their parents. In the evening, they play multiple games in the living room.

Kayden could listen for hours the many stories that his nonno Sam has lived into space.

When he was 8yo, Pidge got pregnant of her third kid: a year later she gave birth to Thomas.

He becomes even more protective of his siblings and takes good care of his brother.

tell me if you want another part about when he was a teen and an adult!! (Btw, that post was the big post I told you I was writting a while ago, so I hope you like it!)

[writer-in-theory]

Steve hates giving gifts.

He used to love it, used to think that was the only way to show people how much he cared about them. He wasn't the one with the smartest words, wasn't the best shoulder to cry on, wasn't even the best to spend much time around back in the day. But he always had an empty house full of enough booze for countless parties, and he had too much money to know what to do with. This was how he was useful, this was how he made being around him worth it to his friends and partners.

It was all he knew, giving gifts. That was how his parents kept their marriage alive, by spending money on each other. It was how they kept in touch with him, too. Steve wouldn't see his parents for months but they always paid him a hefty allowance, always made sure to send the best clothes when they missed another planned visit. It was fine, because it was what he knew.

But then Billy came along with his devil-may-care attitude and rough way with words.

It hadn't taken long until Billy was practically throwing himself on top of Steve on the couch, limbs so entangled Steve wasn't sure they'd ever be able to disconnect. Billy just held on though, telling him a scarily hesitant, "You know you don't have to buy me, right, pretty boy?"

"I'm not buying you," Steve protested, though couldn't help but turn his head so his face was nestled in Billy's neck where he didn't have to look at him.

"Okay," Billy conceded, hold tightening for just a moment before his arms relaxed again. "Just lettin' you know being with you's enough for me. You're enough for me."

He said it so simply, but the words knocked around in Steve's brain for days after. Billy never brought it up again, maybe realizing that this belonged in that carefully guarded box labeled 'Steve's parental trauma: do not touch'.

But Steve thought about it. He noticed.

Giving gifts could be great. He remembered his heart soaring when Nancy had remembered his birthday and actually put effort and thought into what she'd gotten him. It was a small little stuffed lion from a discount store just outside of town, and Nancy apologized for it not being fancy but he loved it because it reminded her of him specifically. But Steve, he hated what he did. He bought and bought for everything—roses and chocolates and expensive treats because that was all he ever knew. He'd made friends by shelling out enough of his parents' earned income. If there was a fight, or if someone was upset but didn't want to communicate, everything could be fixed with enough money.

And that thought alone made Steve's stomach curdle.

But there was another option.

"Being with you's enough. You're enough for me."

No one had ever thought he was enough, as is. Straight from the box, right out of the package, already perfect. But Billy did, he did.

So Steve wanted more time with him. Instead of hiding in his room to slog through studying he invited Billy over, when he was hosting DnD night every other week he'd invite the other boy over in lieu of sitting there completely lost at the Party's game alone. He brought the boy into his life even more than Steve thought possible.

And you know what? Steve was the happiest he could have ever been.

Because Billy didn't need anything from him to stick around, he just needed Steve Harrington, as is. And that was enough.

[gyusimp]

"The red means i love you"

🩸Warnings: Canon Gyutaro | Explicit violence | Blood | Insults | Death of the reader | Minors/sensitive people DNI. Violence between two people is not romanticized or normalized.

🩸Song Inspo: "Breezeblocks" - Alt-J

This would happen at some point. You forced yourself not to believe it, you knew that there was a high percentage of probabilities but your heart fought with your brain at that idea, causing you to store it in a corner to seriously analyze it later and with that excuse, never think about it again.

How could someone who loves you hurt you? you forgot a great little detail...he is a demon.

Today was a night like any other, the slightly chilly wind blowing through the streets of the entertainment district. The temperature wasn't too cold to the point of making your bones ache but it was to make you have to take an extra sheet out of the closet to sleep on tonight.

You walked to the futon in the center of the room, arranged the kimono you used to sleep in and got under the sheets while you blew out the candle on the next table with a soft breath and then settled your head on the pillow. Since you didn't see Gyutaro yesterday, you know he has other things to do but that didn't change the fact that you missed him and wanted to have him close to you. He would be with his sister at this time, it was the safest. Besides, you didn't have to worry about him because nothing bad could happen to him.

You looked at the ceiling while thinking about him but then sleep began to invade your body causing your eyelids to close until after a few minutes you were completely asleep.

Gyutaro was far from the district, Daki was fighting with a couple of rookie slayers until a more skilled one arrived who, by cutting off her head, made her burst into tears and between howls of frustration she desperately cried out for her brother's help. Gyutaro wouldn't leave her alone but the fact that she couldn't do something so simple on her own put him in a bad mood.

Even though the 3 slayers' bodies were lying lifeless on the ground, the older sibling of the two moons had an uncontrollable bloodlust. He ripped and devoured every part of the hunters along with his sister, though his selfish instinct made him take more meat than she did. Veins all over his body were popping almost exploding under his skin, his muscles were tense and his mouth wouldn't stop salivating. Gyutaro could deduce the flavor of each person depending on their gender and age, he felt in a way that he rarely feels. He knew the taste his mouth needed, the tender, juicy texture his teeth begged to break, and the sweetness only a certain type of blood left on his lips.

He needed to eat a young woman.

Gyutaro took both of his sickles in his hands and headed back to the entertainment district where with admirable ease he slaughtered a couple of girls for food. He ate them to the bone, drank their blood and tasted their bowels but that insatiable hunger inside him couldn't be stopped. This was beginning to annoy him, Gyutaro was cursing and attacking the air, pacing back and forth like a caged lion. He clawed at his skin so hard it bled, he walked aimlessly and then ran through the shadows until a scent made him stop. The window of a house caught his attention, the window was closed but fortunately he knew exactly how to open it. Nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted, what his body needed. At first he didn't know what he wanted but when he felt and remembered that delicious aroma that drove him crazy, he understood.

Peculiar blood.

Gyutaro was an expert at sneaking under the shadows, he could hide his presence completely and make his footsteps soft and totally silent. He approached you and little by little he observed you. Your loose hair slid down the white pillow that supported your head, your closed eyes gracefully fanned your long lashes, and your mouth was slightly parted as you breathed. Your breathing was slow and calm as was the beating of your heart, hearing the flow of your blood and seeing your rosy cheecks because of it made Gyutaro's chest jump mischievously and make his stomach twist with hunger and need like if it was empty.

You said that you would always be there for him when he needed it most and now, he was very grateful for that.

Gyutaro was on top of you, almost drooling. He raised one of his hands above your face and lowered it slowly until he forcefully covered your mouth so you couldn't make a sound.

Your eyes went wide trying to wake up as quickly as possible and trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Gyutaro usually jokes heavily so you didn't know if this was a joke or not. He covered your mouth and your nose with his hand, the air began to lack you and it was more and more difficult for you to breathe. You looked right into his vein-filled yellow eyes and sharp-toothed smile. He did nothing but choke you, he just smiled as he watched as you awkwardly tried to remove his hand from your face. Gyutaro moved closer to you and buried his face in the space between your neck and your shoulder, inhaling your sweet and tempting scent.

His hot breath hit your skin, he moved his hand a few inches below your nose and you were finally able to breathe a little.

"You smell so good, I'm sure you'll taste much better...can I?" he asked.

Your heart was beating too fast and your forehead was beginning to sweat. Right after he spoke, a terrible burn formed on your shoulder as Gyutaro sank his sharp teeth into your skin. A gasp tried to come from deep in your throat but Gyutaro's hand on your mouth stopped it. Several tears began to form in your eyes and fall on your cheeks while he settled his teeth better. Your legs and hands moved desperately trying to get him away from you but it was impossible.

You still won't think this was real. This ever happened to you in your mind but the love you felt for him blinded your ability to reason and remember that he was a human-eating demon, ruthless and with uncontrollable murderous instincts but despite that, you believed that he wouldn't be able. He was someone special, a different demon.

But here is your "different" demon cornering you to the ground ready to kill you and eat you.

Gyutaro continued with his teeth sunk into your flesh, the hot sensation of your blood dripping on your skin and dirtying your sheets made you cry more, but besides the indescribable physical pain, what hurt the most was your heart to see him in this state, so unrecognizable to you

Would you be able to survive this?

Your human instinct to want to continue living made you wake up. Gyutaro wasn't joking, so you had to do something to help yourself.

You grabbed Gyutaro's hair hard to try to get him away from you but it was useless, you hit his arms hard but nothing worked. You did everything in your power until desperate, you moved one of your legs to hit him right in the stomach and ribs with your knee with all your might. He felt some pain so unconsciously he opened his mouth when he complained and as fast as you could you took that opportunity to run away. Before Gyutaro could attack you again, you punched his nose hard causing him to smell the strong scent of his own blood. Your wound hurt too much but the adrenaline of the moment made you roll on the futon to get away from him.

"Motherfucker!" he yelled, his voice heavy and rather angry.

You crawled across the floor, standing, you ran to the door of your room but before you could get there your face hit the hard ground making your head ache violently. Gyutaro grabbed your foot with one hand and pulled you towards him again. No matter how much you kicked and cried and begged him not to, he wouldn't listen. Gyutaro dragged you back under him and now he wouldn't let you go.

"You're going to regret this, you fucking bitch!"

Gyutaro didn't want to use his weapons, something inside him wanted to stop him but he didn't know what. A sharp pang centered in your abdomen as the point of one of his sickles stabbed almost through you causing you to scream in pain. A dry cough came out of your mouth and a little blood dripped from your lips. If you were seriously injured it was impossible for you to try to escape again. Gyutaro's long tongue licked the tip of his sharp sickle, delighting in the reddish liquid that came from your body and that made his appetite increase even more.

This was the end. Gyutaro took the opportunity to take another bite of your flesh but this time tearing off a piece of skin to swallow it in less than a second and he continued nibbling the meatiest parts of your body.

The pain you felt was indescribable, in your body and in your heart. Your vision began to blur but it wasn't because of the tears, your body was getting weaker and weaker and all you could see was Gyutaro eating you alive. The poison from his sickles was starting to take effect too, your whole body was writhing in cold and pain from all the blood you were losing. His sharp teeth were red as were his tongue and his hands, you could swear he almost cut your belly in two to eat your insides but nothing could be made out when it was so tinged with red.

You accepted your end and how stupid you had been. At what point did it occur to you to get entangled with a demon? Being so close to him to the point of giving him all your love when he wouldn't appreciate it. He probably wasn't even interested in your feelings. You've always been told that love makes people stupid, unable to think. You didn't believe in that idea at all but now here was the proof in front of your eyes. While you were dying, your whole life passed through your mind, including all the most "beautiful" moments that you had lived with him, believing that he also loved you in the way that you madly adored him. This wicked man had been everything in your life. You looked at him one last time, because stupid as you were, even this couldn't make you hate him. You raised your red-smeared hand slowly, trying to keep your limbs working to get his attention for at least one last time. Your trembling hand reached out to him to touch any part of his skin, your breathing was too fast and your body did not stop shaking.

You doubted if he would even be conscious at this point.

"G-Gyu...taro..." you said, with some difficulty. The simple fact of speaking was as complicated and painful for you as trying to climb a mountain with your bare hands. Your soft touch reached Gyutaro's skin, your skin began to get cold and upon hearing your voice he inevitably looked towards your face.

Your gaze was fixed on him and after a gasp and strong sigh you did not blink again. Gyutaro had never seen that expression on your face in his life and that made him wake up somehow. He looked around him. Blood everywhere.

Your blood on the floor, the sheets, your clothes, your skin, his hands... and his mouth.

Gyutaro...what have you done?