#i guess boogie answered...?

[jueying]

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character / not accepting

Plain and simple, he wants to help Dain along his journey. Even as a younger vidyadhara, it was clear to him that there was a lot on Dain's mind even if the other did his best to keep stuff like that at bay from him. Prior to meeting up again after he's grown strong enough to travel on his own, his thoughts are stubborn. He's doing his best to think of various ways to refute the reasons that Dain had laid out to him when he left him in Liyue so that if the topic comes up (which, it definitely will), he can lay out why having him travel with the other is a benefit rather than the burden.

After meeting up of course, he's very much in the same vein but also kind of... looking for an opportunity to prove himself and be mindful of Dain's struggles.

[cogentranting]

Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs

I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand

A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.

Horse (Sing)

6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.

Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings) 

5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though. 

Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) 

-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical  relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness. 

Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)

1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink. 

Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty) 

4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts. 

Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand) 

2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.

The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win. 

9/10

Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid. 

Odette’s horse (Swan Princess) 

7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.  

That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)

12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.

Buck (Barnyard) 

2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like. 

The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)

9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that

Leah (The Star) 

4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know. 

(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin) 

8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way. 

Fred (Over the Garden Wall)

7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun. 

The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)

8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats. 

Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)

7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face” 

Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks) 

3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say. 

Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)

2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss. 

Police Horse (Madagascar)

7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is. 

Melvin (The Lorax)

10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him. 

Babieca (Puss in Boots)

4/10 This horse has dead eyes. 

Onyx (Rise of the Guardians) 

13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.

Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game) 

-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves? 

Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 Objectively I know the design is good  but my heart rebels against this show’s existence. 

Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.

Horse (Centaurworld) 

Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now. 

Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

10/10 No notes. Perfect horses. 

Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose.  I like her feather. 

Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare. 

[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

People asking which one we get between Jack Skellington and Oogie Boogie, while I'm sitting here in a Comm class thinking "Why not both? Lmao". We all recognize them easily, so having it a twist(heh) of both, with Jack's being a hero character and Oogie being the main bad, could work out with how they actually are.

How Yana could go about it, idk, we'll have to wait and see. But honestly, am so fucking hyped for it. But what exactly do you think could be a possible plot idea or what do you think could happen in the event?

You can answer at your own leisure.

[Referencing this post!]

I don’t think it’s strange at all that people are speculating which character will be the one twisted. Yes, Fellow and Gidel were introduced as a pair, meaning that there is no limit or precedent set for there only be one new character revealed. However, it’s very clear that Fellow was the star of the show, as he has the stronger presence (and ended up getting the SSR as well). Ultimately, it does mean they end up being treated like a single character rather than individuals anyway. So really, I think most fans are still running on the logic that only “one” can be twisted.

The problem with Jack and Oogie is that they are both strong presences, neither dominating the other when it comes to being attention grabbing. Fellow and Gidel go together, but Jack and Oogie are opposing forces, not teammates, in their own story. This makes it hard to predict which of them will be twisted and makes it less likely they’d be crammed into the same card.

(ncbsbsvwjwheisn NOT GONNA LIE, I’m really hyped for a twisted!Jack Skellington… but a part of me is also really attached to my OC that’s twisted from Jack 🤡 That’s not to say that I don’t want a canonized one; I think I’d actually ASCEND if we got a twisted!Jack Skellington for real!!! It’s just that I wouldn’t know what to do with my OC after the fact 🤷‍♂️ Something similar happened with my Snow White OC when Neige was introduced in book 5 www)

A popular idea I’ve seen in circulation is another isekai plot where either the students go to Halloween Town or the Nightmare Before Christmas characters come to Twisted Wonderland from Halloween Town. I’d wager that’s a pretty safe guess! Like… they’re doing their Halloween parade prep and there’s a new character disrupting things. Maybe they’ll have to pull off a heist or kidnapping of some kind?? 🤔 It would be funny if the NRC boys had to help play matchmaker for a Sally and Jack/j Personally (and this is a stretch), I really would like to see some kind of casino or gambling element because I love those design details for Oogie’s lair. Not sure if it would make sense being a large part of the event story, but it would be cool to consider.

[mattslolita]

dangerous woman - m. sturniolo ( 002. )

black!fem reader x matt, alcohol, drug use, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected piv

do not interact if you're a minor!

"baby, you just need to send for me."

imani is tipsy as she's dancing with her friends and best friend, swaying herself back and forth on them to look back at it by a boogie wit da hoodie.

"she ain't eva do this before, and she good at it!" she and her friends sing, as the girl moves her ass up and down with her hands on her knees.

the crowd around her is cheering her on — she's the center of attention as she's dancing, enticing the attention of those around her without a doubt.

but when imani comes up for a breath, she's met with electric blue eyes which belong to her brother's best friend — his gaze bore into her, and she could feel herself become hotter than she already was at the way he eyed her up and down.

imani was no fool — she knew matt was a player. sure she'd had her fair share of a good time, but it was like almost every other day he had a new girl lined up waiting to be dicked down by him.

she wasn't foolish, and she most definitely didn't want to get involved with her brother's best friend — but with the way matt was staring her down, she couldn't deny the adrenaline that pumped through her veins as she stared back him.

and he looked at her with those eyes. come on, imani. i know you want to.

she bit her lip as she noticed matt now making his way towards the girl — she quickly heads in a more secluded direction, most likely trying to find either an empty room.

matt is hot on her heels, not wasting any time as she's quick to enter a unoccupied room. almost immediately, matt closes the door behind himself and he turns to see imani standing there.

gosh, he wanted to ruin her.

"why did you...follow me in here?' imani breathes out, as matt takes a step closer to her.

he chuckles and shakes his head as he's right in front of her now — he smirks down at her, licking his lips in anticipation. "you and i both know why we're in here, imani."

and truth be told, she did know exactly that reason. so when matt put his hands on her waist gently and pulled her ever so close to him, she took a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating yet inviting scent of cologne.

"be honest with me," matt whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her neck as his hands graze up and down her sides, "you've wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

imani's breath hitched as matt left a ghost of a kiss near under her ear, softly trailing down towards her neck. she's at a loss for words — but matt's not taking her silence for an answer. his eyes narrow at the girl slightly. "use your words, baby."

"yes but..." imani finally manages to say, looking up at him a slightly determined look on her face, "matt, you're a dick, bro. you're just gonna fuck me like your other girls."

"is that really what you think, imani?" matt asks her, and she looks down at his hands still on her waist — he grabs her chin with his ringer index finger and forces it upward to him. "then i guess i'll have to show you differently."

matt wastes no time as his lips finally come into contact with imani's — the girl kisses him back hungrily, her hands flying to his neck as he pulls her impossibly closer to himself.

"jump," matt mumbles into the kiss, and imani does as he asks.

he lifts her up and her legs clench around his waist as their tongues battled for dominance whilst he walked them both towards the bed, gently laying imani down on her back.

imani's lips never left his, in fact she pulled him down closer to her — matt let his hands roam over her body freely, relishing in her soft, coconut scented skin. his hands found themselves groping one of her breasts through her body suit, which caused imani to let out a whimper at the contact.

"fuck," imani breathes, their lips pulled apart momentarily, as imani looks up at matt, her gaze full of lust.

"let me take this off, yeah?" matt whispers against her skin, leaving kisses on her neck as his hand circles the beginning of where her body suit is.

"yeah," imani whimpers out, as matt sucks a sweet spot on her neck, as he revels in the taste of her neck, leaving his mark on her.

"hands up for me, baby."

imani obliged and held her hands up over head, as matt gently tugged her body suit down all the way until she was left in nothing but her matching lacy bra and panties set — matt almost salivated at the sight before him, this beautiful brownskin girl all on display just for him.

"are you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna show me differently?" imani says boldly, the hint of a smirk on her lips as she says the words.

matt lets out a low chuckle as he reattaches hips lips to imani's neck again, leaving yet another mark as his hand comes up to reach under her bra, pinching and kneading the flesh of her nipple.

"fuck, matt," imani whines out, her back arching slightly.

"that's the goal, sweetheart," he smirks down at her, causing her to give him a slight glare.

she's quickly holding onto matt for support again as he pulls her bra over her head, his eyes widening at her perfect, hard breasts which la before him — his shirts comes off of himself and imani can't help but bite her lip at the sight of the shirtless man on top of her.

without warning, matt attaches his lips onto her left nipple, sucking with a pop while his other goes to knead and pinch the right one, leaving imani a whimpering mess as she's struggling to contain herself.

"that feel good, baby?" matt rasps as he licks a circle on the left nipple, and imani bites her lip with a nod. once again not satisfied with her lack of verbal response, he sends a harsh suck to her right nipple, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "words, beautiful girl."

"y-yes matt, that feels so good," imani stutters out, her mouth slightly agape as he continues to pleasure her with his tongue and hands on her breast.

he feverishly brings his lips back up to imani's, and her hands fly to his neck as she pulls him closer, letting her tongue explore every inch of his mouth.

imani's hips buck upward to gain some sort of friction, causing a low groan to come from matt's lips as he grinds his hips down on the girl, hoping she can feel how hard he is.

"look how hard you made me, mani," matt groans out, grabbing her free hand and placing over his clothed erection, "you gonna let me take care of it?"

"fuck yes bro, just fuck me already," imani whimpers out, biting her lip as she gently palms him through his pants.

matt wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his already leaking pink tip, dripping with precum — imani salivated at the sight as matt quickly pulled her panties down and threw them to the side.

he spat on his hand and stroked his cock a few times, grunting as he aligned himself with imani's already dripping pussy — he teases her entrance by stroking it, causing her whine out as she looks up at him through her lashes.

"need you inside me already," imani whines out.

matt slowly pushes himself inside her, both of them letting out moans as imani grips matt's back, her manicured nails digging into the flesh of his soft skin.

"fuck, you're so tight baby," matt moans out, before pushing himself inside again.

matt begins to speed his pace up, stretching her walls out as he thrusts into her at a steady rhythm — never did she think she would end up in this position, letting her brother's best friend fuck her, but here she was.

"fuck matt, you feel so good inside me," imani moans, her nails clawing at his back as he's thrusting into her faster.

"you're so beautiful, such a fucked out mess under me like this," matt groans, pulling one of imani's hand's away from his back to intertwine it with his own.

he goes back down to leave sloppy kisses along her neck and on the corners of her mouth — the only sound that could be heard was the slapping of skin on skin, and the pleasurable noises that fell from the lips both matt and imani.

"fuck, i'm close, mani," matt moans out, repeatedly hitting her g-spot.

"me too matty, cum inside me," imani moans out, as her back is arched whilst he continues his fast thrusts.

matt's pace speeds up impossibly faster as they're both feeling the tight feelings of their orgasm approaching fast — with a loud, pornographic moan of his name, imani's orgasm hits her as she lets go with matt still inside her, her white juices coating his cock.

and just as imani's orgasm came so did matt's — he shot his loud out inside her, moaning her name as he continued thrusting into her helping them both to ride out their high.

matt pulled out of imani, collapsing down beside her as he breathes heavily — the reality of what they did finally hit him.

"you know, j's gonna pissed," matt chuckles, running a hand over his chin, "and he might kick my ass, too."

"jordan not finna know shit," imani immediately scolds the man beside her, her eyes narrowed at him, "don't go around telling people, either."

"that's not even something i would do," matt replies, his gaze now fixed on imani. "you believe that, right?"

imani doesn't know what to say — matt isn't always so vocal about his hookups, but when he is, he is. imani didn't want to fall victim to being the next girl he hooks up with and brags to his friends about.

she didn't even plan on sleeping with him, yet here she was anyway.

suddenly, matt's hand is reaching over to cup her jaw gently, forcing her to look over at him. "i showed you differently, right?"

"yeah," imani says, suddenly feeling shy with his blue eyes piercing into her. "so this stays between us."

"didn't plan on anybody knowing anything," matt grins, pressing a kiss to imani's lips, "let's get cleaned up and head back out?"

"hell yeah, i need to shake my ass again."

why am i actually giggling & kicking my feet at this like ??? idk bout y'all, but i lowk wanna make a pt. 3 to this, so lmk !💌

[yankstrash]

goodbye, old friend

liked by gabeperreault44, _willsmith2 and others

amelia.ln: the first of the hardest goodbyes 🖤 you've pissed me off, you've driven me crazy and most importantly, you've stolen many homework answers from me. but i would take all of those for just one more school year of us all together.

smit, i can honestly say i've never had a friend like you. and i know now you're asking yourself, "meels, do you mean this in a good way or a bad way?" and the answer is yes.

while i won't miss sitting next to you in english class every monday, wednesday and friday (lie), i will miss knocking your ice cream cone in your face and our post hockey game wobbles on the dance floor

save me a night club dance in sj and i'll save you some grammar pop quiz answers in bos 🫡

i'm so lucky to be your friend. ❤️ i'm proud of you and all you're going to do. see you in the very near future, buddy.

love you always, xo meels <3

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grumpy.boldy: k i'm crying.

aram_minnetian: making me real emotional meels.

gabeperreault44: there was truly nothing better than watching my best friend and my favorite girl become the best of pals 🥲 even when it was to plot against me ..

↪️ amelia.ln: oh we didn't do it THAT much

↪️ gabeperreault44: ...right, sure.

_willsmith2: my go to person when i needed an ear to yap off 🫶🏻

_willsmith2: i'm going to miss you tons, even if i didn't always act like it... so glad i have found a pal for life 🤝 thank you for all the english class help, i couldn't have survived without you, truly.

↪️ amelia.ln: yeah yeah i know.

_willsmith2: love you tons meels ❤️

↪️ amelia.ln: love you smit 🥹🫶🏻

ryan.leno_4: the end of an era...

↪️ amelia.ln: HUSH. NOW.

jacob_fowler24: best squad ever 🫶🏻

_willvote: favorite will smith memory, go.

↪️ amelia.ln: has to be either singing karaoke on my birthday or teaching him how to boogie board over spring break

↪️ gabeperreault44: two solid choices.

↪️ grumpy.boldy: def boogie boarding.. i have never seen someone so athletic eat so much shit by nothing other than ocean waves.

↪️ eliana.brielle: PLS

↪️ _willsmith2: 😑 this is why i'm leaving.

↪️ amelia.ln: @ _willsmith2 shut up.

emmafohrr: *sigh* guess i have to transfer to fill the void 😔 (😏)

↪️ schulzyy_: no.

↪️ amelia.ln: YES YOU DO

↪️ grumpy.boldy: DO IT

↪️ eliana.brielle: YES YES YES YOU CAN HAVE WILLS SPOT ON THE MOVIE COUCH!!

↪️ _willsmith2: UM????

↪️ amelia.ln: @ _willsmith2 you're leaving, you have no say.

drewf2: the absolute best friend group bc has ever seen

coleeiserman: whew, that makes my job a lot easier next year.

↪️ colehutson23: likewise.

↪️ amelia.ln: you're still going down in the battle of comm ave.

↪️ coleeiserman: see you there?

↪️ gabeperreault44: @ coleeiserman count your days, kid. count your days.

[kur0m1sblog]

Hello!

If possible, could you write headcannons for Pitch x a non-binary human reader with ptsd that quickly calms down when he’s around?

Maybe he didn’t understand HOW his presence could possibly do anything to comfort them, and they finally admit that they would pretend he was guarding them as a kid for comfort? (As a kid, I basically soothed my fears by telling myself that the thing I feared wouldn’t hurt me, so “the boogie man is protecting me” was a common thought process I had as a kid XD)

Pitch Black With A Non-Binary Human S/O That Had PTSD And Quickly Calms Down When Around Him.

Summary: Pitch Black With A Non-Binary Human S/O That Had PTSD And Quickly Calms Down When Around Him.

Characters: Pitch Black

Warnings: Minor Cussing, Affectionate Touches, Romantic Relationship Implied

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Reader: Non-Binary! Reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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The first time you met him was obviously when you were having a nightmare, you abruptly woke up, only to be faced by Pitch

You had calmed down quickly though and stared at him, after he left quickly, you went back to sleep

In the morning you didn’t know if it actually happened, so you went on with your day, you’re day turning into a week

After a week, you’d seen him again

This time you called out to him, trying to talk to him

He still ignored you and ran away

One day you caught him, he had finally talked to you but was quiet, very quiet

He’d plan on taking you away, and kidnapping you

Once he did you didn’t mind, you felt comforted by him

In a weird way though, with him always being around you, he gave you a presence of feeling safe

He slowly started to notice when you were fidgeting and stopped when you immediately saw him

Little things like that, y’know

He suddenly asked you one day about it and you answered correctly, “Well as a kid you would scare me, so as long as I told myself as a child that you weren’t able to hurt me, I pretended you were there to comfort me, and protect me…”

He found it cute? I guess, after he slowly would get to know you and develop feelings for you

When he finally tried putting his feelings into simple words, you simply just gave him a peck on the cheek and walked away

After that day and you two getting together, he came to find out that you had PTSD

When you told him your story and how much it traumatized you, he felt bad for you, and the fact you had to grow through that

After your story, he’d give you a long and gentle hug, you both stayed like that for a couple of minutes

You were happy that he had actually listened to you

After hearing the things that were involved in your trauma, he made sure for you to stay away from them

He’d want you to seek help, and to slowly get over the story

He just wants to see you’re improvement and growth from there on out with you

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Notes: Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoyed reading it, and have a great morning/afternoon/night!

[vintageandroid]

how does sex even work if it doesn't involve genitals? /genq

I'm assuming/hoping you're 18+, so I'm linking to my adult blog in this article. If you're not uhhhhh don't read this I guess and get off my lawn blog.

Anyway. Depends on how you define sex and sexuality. I tend to say "we don't have traditional genital-smushing sex" because I realize that's what most people consider having sex. My partner is sex-averse asexual (meaning an ace who both doesn't experience sexual attraction and isn't really interested in Doin' It, though in their case they still enjoy fantasy and erotica and stuff), and I'm sex-neutral demisexual (I'm sexually attracted after forming a bond and I can take or leave sex, although I also really enjoy fantasy and erotica and stuff), so we just don't really do the usual Having of Sex. But that leaves room for kink activities like spanking or wax play, writing smut for each other, sexual conversations, flirting, buying sex toys for ourselves or each other, and individual masturbation, among other things. We've been together 10 and a half years so I guess we're doing okay!

I actually discussed this in more detail in my first published article, way back in 2019, Asexuality and Queerness (and a new definition of sex). I wrote it before I realized I was nonbinary or demisexual, when my spouse still sometimes used she/her pronouns, and so on and so forth, but the basic content still stands! You might also like My Nonsexual Submission, also written early on, where I discuss nonsexual kink at length, and maybe some other stuff in my non-sexual kink tag. If you've somehow missed the memo, please note that my professional blog is very adult and kink-centric, and I do try to do trigger warnings at the top of each article, but you're reading at your own risk.

Ultimately, my spouse and I have a good, solid sex life despite not doing the traditional horizontal boogie stuff. We communicate well; we know each other's interests and preferences, and are ultimately able to ensure that both of our needs are met without crossing anyone's comfort zone. Also keep in mind that a) other people definitely do it differently and b) we are both real people with like, nuanced experiences and I'm simplifying so I don't write a 50k word response to your ask.

Hope this answers your question, I guess!

[gelus-ugs]

Xavier x Fem, Bisexual! Reader (Platonic)

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Anonymously requested~

Reader has a small chest (For representation of the itty bitty tiddie committee)

Reader and Xavier are best friends

Update: I haven’t heard anything about the Percy Hynes White situation, so I’m opening back up requests for Xavier Thorpe!

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[Y/n] stood in front of the Weathervane, mindlessly scrolling through her phone as she waited for her friend to arrive. The female let out a noise of confusion when her vision was suddenly blacked out.

“Guess who~”

[Y/n] sighed as she smiled,

“The boogie man?”

“How’d you know?”

Xavier removed his hands from [Y/n]’s face as he watched her turn around, the two hugging to greet each other. Once they parted, Xavier opened the door to the Weathervane,

“Shall we?”

[Y/n] smiled, walking past him,

“We shall”

The two walked in, immediately being greeted by the aroma of coffee and sweets. The cashier - who happened to be someone other than Tyler - smiled at them.

“Hello! What may I get for the two of you?”

“The usual?”

[Y/n] turned to ask Xavier, who nodded in response before she turned back to the cashier.

“I’ll have a [drink] and he’ll just take a regular coffee”

“Is that it?”

“Yup!”

As the cashier entered their orders and gave the price, Xavier began to pull out his wallet. [Y/n] lightly smacked his hand as she glared at him,

“You paid last time. It’s my turn”

Xavier rolled his eyes and put his wallet away, figuring it was no use fighting the female. [Y/n] pulled out her card and inserted the chip, paying for the drinks.

“Alright, your drinks will be out shortly. Have a nice day”

“Thank you, you too!”

[Y/n] and Xavier found a booth, taking a seat across from each other and talking about whatever came to mind. [Y/n] rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she turned to skim the restaurant.

“Hey, we should check if there’s other cafes in Jericho and..”

[Y/n] trailed off as her eyes slightly widened. Xavier took notice of this and turned his head, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion,

“What? Is something wrong?”

“Xavier, that waitress is hot”

Xavier paused, his eyes immediately finding the waitress [Y/n] was talking about. He had to admit, she was very attractive.

“Wait, you’re attracted to women?”

[Y/n] nodded, smiling at Xavier,

“Yeah, I’m bi, Xav. You didn’t know this?”

“Now I do”

Xavier answered with a shrug. The very waitress [Y/n] had pointed out walked past their booth, [Y/n] deciding to gain her attention.

“Um, excuse me! I just wanted to say that you’re very pretty”

The waitress was taken aback as she smiled,

“Thank you so much! I’m on my way to get your drinks now”

[Y/n] nodded and thanked the waitress as she watched her disappear behind the counter.

“Seeing you drool over a woman is so funny to watch”

Xavier mused, resting his chin on the palm of his hand with an amused expression. [Y/n] placed her hand on her chest as she faked an offended expression,

“She’s hot! Don’t act like you don’t see it too”

Xavier shrugged as he rolled his eyes,

“Whatever you say”

The waitress eventually came back, setting the drinks down on the table,

“Here you are! Enjoy your drinks”

Xavier and [Y/n] thanked the waitress, grabbing their cups. [Y/n] noticed hers came with a napkin despite there being plenty at their table.

The female unwrapped it from her cup and lightly gasped.

Anesthesia - (xxx) xxx-xxxx

Call me ;)

Ps. I think you’re hot too~

[orangeoctopi7]

New season of Ninjago! I'm currently six episodes in.

(also I'm writing this the morning after I watched these episodes so my thoughts might be out of order)

Awkward teenage Riyu design is cute, but in that awkward, mid-stage pokemon evolution way.

"Intelligent George" is just every adult Ninjago fan on YouTube throwing around theories over the last year.

Sorry Lloyd, prophetic dreams of doom run in the family.

Hey, wait a sec. You know who else has prophetic dreams? Why are you not going to Zane with this?

Please give Arin a "you don't need powers to be powerful" arc.

All this talk of shattering all the good inside someone is reminding me of a certain other spell used to remove all the goodness from Garmadon back in season 8, but I doubt they're actually meant to be connected.

Slightly disappointed that the pink Serpentine isn't Skales' wife.

Euphrasia couldn't take on the master of Smoke, the elemental master she probably has the best type match up against? I don't wanna sound like one of those fans, but jeez, Morro would have destroyed this guy.

The Kai-Nya siblings dynamic continues to be on point.

Wyldfyre continues to be the best character.

I was honestly expecting Sora's fear dream to be more of the same insecurities we saw from her last season, but she actually has moved past that and now she's afraid of having to go back to Imperium. I was pleasantly surprised by that.

Oof, Nya's dream is giving me so many feels. This is foreshadowing, isn't it?

"Jay would never forget me. And even if he somehow did, he'd never be this calm and collected about a stranger coming up and hugging him."

Oh. Oh, we're not seeing Wyldfyre 's fear dream? Oh, she doesn't want to talk about it? *Rubbing hands together* I think we're gonna get some backstory and lore here!

*Bonzle to Cole and Geo* "You are my da-ads. You're my dad's. Boogie Woogie Woogie."

Suddenly Basketball

Ah, the dragon masters. The fact that dragons can learn spinjitzu honestly makes sense to me, all the way back in the pilot, I thought the way the dragons spun around in order to travel to the other realms was obviously related to Spinjitzu.

I like that Rontu is basically just a typical gym coach in dragon form.

Egalt, on the other hand... Well, I do really like his design. But man, he's just every bad "teaching" method from Wu rolled into an even grumpier old man. Talking down to his students, constantly being negative instead of giving positive reinforcement, no clear instructions, giving no answers or even hints to Arin's question, nothing! Maybe I care about this more than other people because I've worked as a teacher on and off for years, but even when I first started watching the show, back when I was still in college, I was already noticing these things about Wu and they already bothered me.

Anyway, calling it now, the students from "last time" Egalt keeps vague-ing were Wu and Garmadon, and Wu learned all his bad "teaching" methods from this guy.

Bonzle being a living spell is weird, but honestly not that out of the question for a crazy fantasy world like Ninjago.

Ok, so I'm going to break the first rule of enjoying Ninjago and think about the timeline. Judging by what Wu said, I'm guessing Bonzle ran into him some time early in season 2? And when did all this with the Forbidden Five happen?

Anyway, very excited to see where this is going, if only I didn't have to work today.

[respectthepetty]

Hi Petty! I just started City of Stars today and I have questions. I'm guessing that Krom is a purple boy...well Lilac or lavender but I'm not sure what that means? Also what is Fueang's color? Brown? Gray? Black? Help me out here please?

Paging "Daddy" to the dance floor. "Daddy" we need you on the dance floor.

@negrowhat, the answer you seek comes from @dribs-and-drabbles

She noticed there was a lot of "purple (lilac-aubergine hues) and green (mint-jade-olive hues)".

But she thought Fueang was purple.

And Krom was green.

But I thought the boys were a black and white (dark x light) dynamic.

Since I thought the other couple was also a black and white dynamic.

But things took a turn quickly because in the very first episode, the boys wore these striped shirts, which although play into the dark x light dynamic, would mean it was like a color exchange, but that was too soon for such a thing. Then, Daddy hit me with her theory.

But I still thought Kor was a Blue Boy, and I felt even stronger after he ran into his ex in episode four, and she was in blue too since they obviously still loved each other.

Then both messed up that theory when they both wore black in episode seven, and a theory HIT me.

What if Krom and Fueang are aligning their colors?

Krom doesn't get to be himself all the time because of work so normally, he wears black for work or whatever clothes they make him wear, but he had stripes when Krom had stripes on his day off, and he kinda matches Krom when he wears regular clothes.

Like how Fueang has on the red shirt with the white stripe and Krom has on the white sweater with the red shirt underneath.

Or how Fueang has on the black shirt.

And Krom has the orange top over the black shirt.

But even the lighting makes Fueang's shirt seem a bit orange/gold too, no? No. Nevermind. I'll try another example.

This might work.

But only if we noticed the little designs on Fueang's shirt are purple and blue.

But they are definitely wearing different shades of grey here!

And different shades of blue here!

But they spend all of episode four out-of-sync because Krom doesn't think Fueang actually likes him and is just a player. Then, they reset with the black and white dynamic in episode five.

So by the end of that episode, they are in sync again.

And we see it multiple ways in episode six.

So even when they kinda of miss, they still work well together.

And they still balance each other out.

Because they communicate.

Even when it involves singing.

And they match the most after their best communication through body language and actual verbal language.

Even when they had a rough day in episode seven with Fueang's mom, trying to figure out how to navigate the severity of their feelings, and balancing their relationship with Fueang's job, they still had the light and dark dynamic from top to bottom.

And they ended on the same page.

So is my Wild Ass Color Theory something to consider?

I don't know

But do you wanna throw your color theory out on the dance floor and boogie with me and Daddy?

[owtenen]

Kill Me

Jimmy has 7 minutes left. Bdubs makes a decision.

OR

i cannot believe this isn't scripted.

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Bdubs could hear the chaos from the rock.

The ground must have been shaking, the fireworks lighting up the night sky and the screaming was all too much for his sensed, and he stopped to take a moment and breath, pressing his hands to his ears and drowning out the sounds.

He heard Etho run past, but he was too busy trying not to have a panic attack to really see him. He should look up, he should ready his shield, he should ask if everyones okay.

He could also just stand here, hands to his ears and eyes screwed shut. If he stayed here for long enough, maybe it would all go away. Maybe he would be back on Hermitcraft with his friends, or laughing with Scar while they built the tower. Maybe he could go back to the snow fort, where Etho was teasing him about stairs and chests.

Maybe he could be happy.

Another loud boom rocked Bdubs off his feet and into the cliff side, he felt his hand graze along the sharp rock, and felt the warmth of his own blood flow down his arm. This was no time for daydreaming, this was war. He checked his watch: he had time, but if he stood there too long he wouldn't.

He looked up at the remains of the Bread Bridge. It was weird that what was first built as a trap now became a safe haven for the Clockers. They used it to cross safely across the forest, to visit their best alliance. He stepped up onto it, immediately feeling safer than he felt down on the ground with everyone screaming.

He looked up at his tower, there was a massive hole in the side from when Skizz, Impulse, and Tango blew it up. He thought about them for a few moments, wondering for a brief moment how his best friends had turned into his worst enemies.

Because of himself, he realized. Because his actions of betrayal made him untrustworthy.

He turned to look away from the tower feeling guilty, walking further down the bridge towards the mansion. When he looked up he saw Etho looking down, his eyes were wide with adrenaline, and Bdubs has seen that look enough to know when someone was recovering from the Boogie curse.

"Who did you get?" The question was simple enough, but Bdubs cringed when he noticed how emotionless the question was. Whoever Etho just killed was a friend, he shouldn't treat them like a game.

Etho took a few deep breaths before replying, "Jimmy...."

Bdubs only thought for a moment about the answer, before being pulled out of the momentary state of calmness by the insane amount of people suddenly next to him. I guess everyone down below had the same idea, the bridge was better than the rock.

He looked down the bridge to where Jimmy was tripping over himself, Joel was there too, and the fear in his eyes was evident even from where Bdubs was standing.

“You’ll be okay Jim-“ Joel’s panicked voice echoed down the bridge, and Bdubs zoned in to the conversation, “We’ll- we’ll kill someone. We’ll get your time back. I promise.”

Jimmy tripped and almost fell off the bridge, and Bdubs cringed at the panic that rose inside of him. Why would he care? It’s just Jimmy.

“I need Scott…” Jimmy was on the verge of tears, and the timer around his neck was flashing angry red. Bdubs stared at it, almost mesmerized.

“How much time do you have left?” It wasn’t even really him speaking, at least it didn’t sound like it. His voice was horse from the past hours of screaming, and the pain in his arm was causing little speckles to form in his vision. It was probably broken, he’d need to tell Cleo.

“7 minutes.” Jimmy’s eyes were wide and terrified, and Bdubs recognized it immediately.

He thought about Tango again, and how angry he had been when Bdubs killed him. It had been for his own survival, but Tango had felt betrayed. In the end, it ruined his friendship and he had payed the price for it time and time again.

He thought about Impulse too. How confused and horrified he was when Bdubs killed him all those lives ago. The feeling of regret he felt when he realized it was Impulse’s gift that had sealed his fate. He needed to win back then, and he would’ve done anything to do it.

He thought of Etho last. Etho and his ultimatums. Etho and his quid pro quo’s. He had wanted to kill Etho so bad. He wanted Etho to be red with him and destroy the world together. He wanted to hurt the one man he loved unconditionally so they could be together, and it made him sick to think about it.

“Kill me.” He couldn’t let Jimmy die here. He couldn’t let another one of his allies die when he could have saved them.

“What?” Jimmy loaded his bow, but his hands were shaking.

“Kill me!” Bdubs said louder, and he felt an arrow pierce through his shoulder. “Kill me!”

Another one went through his stomach, and that’s when he blacked out.

When he woke up back on the rock, the chaos hadn’t died down. The voices were still relentless against his ears and his senses were still overloaded. But despite it all, he smiled.

It might not be enough to resolve all his guilt. But he sure did make a start.

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gonna throw up and then go back to studying bdubs under a microscope

[fnaffersblog]

Oh.

Honey.

Honey, no.

Alright. Spoilers for 'Sun has a Plan to KILL ECLIPSE in VRCHAT'.

This is gonna be a fun one.

Trigger Warnings Below for: Cursing.

They really gotta set up, like, a teleporter or something so they can get to GF's faster. I know they don't have magic but, like, get a car? Something? Marathoning over here to the point that an animatronic is losing it's breath is, like, just do something so your not dying every time you have a magic question that's gonna take less than ten minutes to answer.

I know GF wants his privacy and also he's being hunted by every government in the universe or something, but also, like, come on man. Are you really hiding all that well at this point? You get visitors at least three or four times a month, you know? You have kids who wanna come see you.

Oh! I ALSO thought GF wouldn't be affected by the wish. He'll probs figure out real quick what's going on.

That or he's fucking with Sun.

Oh yeah there he goes, literally not even a second later.

I never thought the fucking 'bippity boppity' could be threatening. I'd be nervous too.

"My boy! How ya doin?" Awwwwwwww.

*serious conversation about the power of the Newton Star* *Golden Freddy jamming out on the stairs* Sometimes you just gotta boogie down, I guess.

"You'll need to find another primordial source" Like this one I conveniently have in my backyard!

Sun does not care for magic lore. RIP Sun

didn't they say at one point that there was only one Star per universe? And, that's, like the reason you can't use it in another universe because it's tethered to the universe it belongs too or something?

Newton Star out here with the most confusing backstory of any character on any of the FNAF reactsverse shows.

Maybe it's more of a 'the folks in other universes who have acquired a Star have used it's power so that no one could oppose them.' Lord Eclipse, Lord Lunar, Lord Monty are all the most powerful people in their respective universes, I'm sure they would have just eradicated any other stars/ returned them to their source form so they couldn't be utilized.

Maybe it's different objects. There's just ONE Newton Star. There's Just ONE Star of the North. There is only one object that can do a thing, one star that can grant wishes.

bit cnfoosed.

"You are *dolphin noises* me!" LOLOLOL

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm wasn't a faaaaaaaan of the Stan Lee thing mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Look, okay. The magic shit is always so out of pocket, because, like they just keep adding onto the rules and stuff of magic in the FNAFreactsverse. It's probably one of, if not THE most complicated system in the whole thing because it's built by just slapping more stuff onto this ball of what magic is and how it can be done and stuff. So every episode where they talk about magic or they meet w Golden Freddy is a treasure because I can't take ANY of it seriously.

They just make shit up and it's so fun.

LIKE, DRAGON BALLS NOW EXIST IN THE FNAFREACTSVERSE THEY JSUT MAKE SHIT UP IT'S GREAT

GOLDEN FREDDY IS LAUGHING LOLOLOL

aaand then they ruined it by bringing up the submarine god dammit.

two for two on jokes that were maaybe not so great

Ayyyyyyeeee do you know who ELSE would have the knowledge to make the star via residual memories and stuff because they were in the same body? Someone who has outright been stated to have absorbed all of the magical knowledge Moon had? HMMM?

Golden Freddy is so fun too. He's like. He's timeless. He's been around for a long ass time. He's been divorced, multiple times I think. He's a dad. He has several kids, all of whom are magically inclined. He's lived through the events of the shows more than once and knows what's going to happen. He's from a different universe. He lives in the middle of bumfuck nowhere in a spooky house where it's always raining. He's surprisingly nice. He's the most powerful entity across several universes. He's nearly omnipotent. He charmed his house to jumpscare people randomly because he thinks it's hilarious. He laughed at Moon getting punched in the face. There's a Dragon Ball under his bed.

Sun did the thing! Where you accidentally use a different name casue you've got too many siblings/family members to keep track of and then have to correct yourself. My family does that all the time!!!

Killcode's off enjoying life to it's fullest. I hope getting dragged back into all this shit doesn't end in tragedy for him. We only want good things for Killcode in this house.

It only has to be a good enough reason for Eclipse. Eclipse's reasoning doesn't have to make sense to anyone else. It just has to make sense to him for it to be the thing that drives him.

Sun bobbling his head while he's sarcastically asking GF "Hey! Freddy! Can you zap me home?" was great lol.

Sun this man is a GOD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK?

DID YOU NOT THINK HE COULD?

HE SHARED A PIECE OF HIS SOUL WITH YOU DUDE TELEPORTATION IS A BABY SPELL TO HIM

WHAT WAS THE THOUGHT PROCESS HERE Im laughing lol

What fucking voodoo doll?

What?

Is this going to become a legit plot point in the future? I fucking hope it does that sounds real funny.

Poor Sun he's so fucking stressed. He even looks stressed in the thumbnail. Of course the second Moon's gone he's out trying to solve the problem.

That was less stressful than I thought it was gonna be. This was a fun episode. Lore heavy, moving the plot forward, but like not heavy heavy you know? It's a nice reprieve.

I CANNOT take the serious moments w GF seriously at all. I can't do it. "How do you know this?" "Maybe it's because I lived through it once already." "You're not from here are you?" "i'm from many. I'm an amalgamation. I've seen a LOT." My DUDE. You are a FREDDY FAZBEAR. This cryptic shit DOES NOT WORK.

[foggyfanfic]

Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: “Hm, really? I would have guessed her dedication, or loyalty,” Tío Bruno lifted his nearly empty wine glass to gesture with it, “I-I mean Isabela is of course very beautiful, but so is saaaaaaay, Dolores.”

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8. Time for Dinner

Slowly they started making their way towards Tío Bruno’s door, Tía Leandra taking Octavia under her arm and muttering, “Come on, let’s see if we can get all this sand off of you.”

Meanwhile, Tío Bruno gently took the vision from Mirabel’s hands and tucked it behind a rock, behind his sand curtain. Then he fell into step beside her.

“So, I uh I guess this means you’ve already s-started trying to fix the cracks?” he asked, eyes darting to her face then flicking back to his wife and daughter’s backs.

“Sí,” Mirabel nodded, “I figured out, or at least I think, they happen whenever somebody in our family is hurting, and they seem to fade when that person feels loved.”

Tío Bruno nodded, “That’s a good hypothesis. It would make a lot of sense.”

“But-,” Mirabel cut off when Bruno made a “hold-on” gesture then scurried to the front of the pack to hold his sand curtain open for them. When she went through the curtain he rejoined her and made a gesture for her to continue, “but that means somebody in our family is in more pain than-. I mean, I know our family has its problems, nobody’s perfect, but we’re not… that bad, right?”

Tío Bruno sighed, and took a few seconds to think about his answer, “If you’re right, it doesn’t have to be anything extreme. It- these things, they build up over time. I, when I first got married, I was a little worried Leandra would someday decide being married to the town boogie man was too much trouble, y’know? And it didn’t matter how often she told me she loves me, because it was the future I worried about.”

“But you can see the future, couldn’t you just… check?”

“I could, and I did, but it didn’t help. Not for long. I had the same vision of us growing old together, Ay dios, about fifty times. I would smash them up and sell them so she wouldn’t realize how often I was checking that she would still love me,” he chuckled nervously, “I uh, I thought I managing. That I could just keep uh doing what I was doing.”

“You mean checking the future?”

Tío Bruno cringed, “That too. I was constantly bringing her gifts, any time I caught her doing one chore or another I would insist on doing it for her, I had even started-, um, well, you get the idea. I was trying to earn love I already had, and it showed. Not to mention, that time she cut herself doing dishes and I almost had a panic attack. So, uh yeah, it was-, I should have known I needed-. It was not great.”

Tía Leandra looked over her shoulder at them as she guided Octavia into her room, “Let them know we’ll be right down.”

“Claro,” Tío Bruno held up his thumb, he watched her disappear into their daughter’s room sighing, “she kept trying to tell me how much she loved me, I-I thought she was just being sweet, b-but she was trying to reassure me. It didn’t work though. The longer we were married, the more used to having a wife I became? The scarier it was to think about losing her.”

“So, what happened?”

“One day, we woke up and got out of bed, tried to leave our room to go down to breakfast only to find ourselves stuck in a labyrinth of caves.”

“Really?”

“Sí, our room it-, there used to only be two caves. The one we slept in and my vision cave. Now, there was suddenly this whole elaborate tunnel system that,” Tío Bruno paused, shaking his head, “if we split up, boom! Exit. Then when I tried-, when she joined me-,” he stuck his hand out, thumb down and blew a raspberry, “-no exit. I could leave, but she was trapped.”

Mirabel gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.

Tío Bruno shrugged, “The miracle, Casita, the Encanto, whatever, i-it responds to our emotional states, and I was afraid of losing her, soo… my room trapped her in. We fixed it, obviously, but the point is, it started out as a small problem. Just my normal anxiety, you know? Then over the span of a few years it became this huge, literal, maze that kept her prisoner. Little problems, plus time, equals big problems.”

“How did you fix it?”

Tío Bruno blushed, glancing shiftily away from her, “We uh, a combination of things. We found outlets for me to express my fears, and stuff like that. Honestly, just talking about it with her was enough for my room to stop-, to get her out.”

“So, if we can find out what little problem has become a big problem, and get the person to talk about it-?”

“It will still take time, and hard work,” Tío Bruno nodded, then he turned one of his hearth fire smiles her way, “but you have never struggled with patience, or hard work, have you? You really are exactly what this family needs right now.”

Mirabel couldn’t help but smile back at him, he always managed to make her feel ten feet tall. For a second she just let herself feel all warm and happy, then she focused on the matter at hand. Even walking as slow as they were, they were almost to the dining room, and she still had one more pressing question.

“If-, why didn’t you tell me about the cracks? I mean, it’s sorta my job to fix these things, right? That’s why the miracle, you know, didn’t give me a gift,” Mirabel asked.

Tío Bruno flinched, which wasn’t the response Mirabel had been expecting, then whispered, “We didn’t want you to have to-. We wanted you to have the chance to just… be Mirabel. You-, we wanted to protect you from, from, y’know.”

Mirabel wrinkled her brow, and started to tell him thatno, she didn’t know, but he cut her off with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Mirabel, listen, we need to talk about this, in detail. There’s something I need to tell you, b-but well, dinner,” he gestured at the dining room door with his head, “a-and then Isabela and Dolores. So, um, tomorrow after breakfast? I guess.”

He didn’t look pleased with having to wait until tomorrow to have this conversation, honestly, Mirabel wasn’t feeling too great about it either. But just then Isabela walked by with Abuela, Señora Guzman, and Mariano; she flashed them a tense look, her eyes wild but her smile polite.

Mirabel did her best to smile back as if everything was normal and she wasn’t at all privy to a plan to sabotage this proposal for Isabela’s own good. Beside her Tío Bruno waved, chuckling nervously, also trying to look casual.

Judging by the questioning look Abuela shot them, it didn’t work.

When they were past, into the dining room, Mirabel turned back to Tío Bruno, “Right, important conversation manaña. Saving Isabela from herself ahora.”

Tío Bruno nodded, his usually soft eyes briefly hardening with determination. He stood a little straighter, and his chin set. Then he took a deep breath, relaxed back into his usual slumped posture, and scurried into the dining room.

Following his lead, Mirabel also took a deep breath to steel herself, then wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt. She relaxed her face and shoulders before finally walking into the dining room.

Tío Bruno was finishing up whispering something to her Má, who glanced at Mirabel and gave her a warm, but tight smile. As Bruno walked over to take his seat between Amada and Tía Leandra’s place setting, her Má gently took her Pá’s hand and whispered something to him. His eyebrows practically hit the ceiling, and his eyes flashed her way, then he nodded, very briefly looking grim.

Then Mariano stepped forward to shake his hand, and her Pá settled back into his usual friendly self.

Mirabel glanced at Tío Bruno, but he was eyeing Dolores’ empty seat. Without any answers forthcoming from his side, she took her seat next to Isabela.

“It’s not too late, Isa,” Mirabel whispered, “you know we’ll love you no matter what you do.”

Isabela stiffened, then her hand drifted to where Mirabel’s rested in her lap, she squeezed her hand and whispered, “I’m not doing this for approval, I’m doing this for our future.”

“Between Octavia, Amada and Luisa, I’m pretty sure our futures are fine,” Mirabel pointed out.

Isabela glanced at her, then at Amada and Luisa, for a second Mirabel thought she might have gotten through to her. Then Isabela sighed and subtly shook her head, she gave Mirabel’s hand one more squeeze, then let her go. With her hands folded primly in her lap, Isabela turned and sweetly asked Señora Guzman how her daughter in law, Mariano’s mom, had been doing ever since she started the new exercise regimen the town doctor had recommended to help her back.

“Oh, a little better,” Señora Guzman smiled a little wistfully, “she still can’t get farther than the bakery. We’re actually thinking we may try a wheelchair, just so she can have a little more freedom.”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.”

“Well, we certainly hope so.”

Tía Leandra entered with a much less sandy Octavia, who was now wearing one of her prettier dresses. Leandra flashed a raised eyebrow at Isabela, causing her to tense up. Then Isabela took a deep breath and refocused on her conversation with Señora Guzman.

Octavia waved cheerfully at Mirabel then trotted over to the “kids table” . It wasn’t much of a kids table, since it only held Antonio, Antonio’s new jaguar friend, and Octavia, who was almost a teenager. However, they had needed to open up two spots for Mariano and Señora Guzman so sending the youngest two members of the family to their own table had seemed the easiest solution.

Mirabel was moderately sure the jaguar hadn’t been a part of Abuela’s plans for the evening, but there was no excluding the jaguar now. Somebody had helped Antonio make his new friend a personalized bowl, with the jaguar’s name on it and some spots. Apparently, they would be calling the jungle cat Parce.

Tía Leandra sat next to Tío Bruno and there was a quiet exchange of information. Tía Leandra’s eyes nervously shot towards Abuela, but she nodded.

Gabriel sat down on Amada’s other side, across from Camilo, who kept shooting confused glances at Dolores’ empty chair beside him. On the other side of Dolores’ spot, Tío Félix was quietly chatting with Tía Pepa, meanwhile her parent’s chairs sat empty as her Má and Pá talked to Mariano. He said something and they both chuckled politely, then her Pá said something and Mariano laughed wholeheartedly.

Luisa sat at the end of the table, contemplatively staring down at her plate. She seemed oblivious to Gabriel and Camilo’s conversation, as they discussed how to solve some problem the school kids were having involving their playground being on a hill.

Dolores walked in, and Mariano glanced at her, something passing over his features before he looked guiltily away. Once his eyes were once again trained on Julieta, Dolores looked at him, studied him, then looked sadly down at her feet. She shuffled to her chair and sat down in it, giving Camilo and her father a greeting that was even more muted than usual.

Mirabel looked from Dolores, to Mariano, and back again. Slowly, dots started connecting themselves.

Mariano and Dolores used to play together after school when they were kids, that had tapered off as they had grown, but they could usually be found chatting away whenever they attended the same party. That was how Isabela had gotten close to Mariano in the first place, because her and Dolores tended to rove parties arm in arm. So if you stopped to chat with Isabela, you also ended up talking to Dolores, and vice versa.

It was Dolores that Mariano had sought out, and Dolores was the one who had sought Mariano’s company in return.

Tío Bruno had said there was a very easy solution if Isabela and Dolores would just be honest with eachother. And if Dolores happened to be in love with Mariano, Isabela would call off the engagement faster than you could say “loyalty”. If Mariano was in love with Dolores, then the Madrigal family would still be connected to the eldest son in the Guzman family, leaving Isabela free to fall in love with whoever she wanted.

Mirabel grabbed Isabela’s hand under the table, getting her sister’s attention, she opened her mouth to share what she’d just realized only to get cut off when Abuela clapped her hands.

“Ah, good, we’re all here, come sit, let’s get started before the food gets cold,” Abuela called, walking to her place at the head of the table. Mariano pulled her chair out for her, and Abuela loudly proclaimed what a gentleman he was while Pá pushed Julieta’s chair in for her.

Isabela pulled her hand from Mirabel’s and reached for the empanadas, “You said these were your favorite, sí Señora?”

“Why yes, how sweet of you to remember,” Señora Guzman gushed. Mariano sat down between her and Isabela and helped pass the empanadas.

Mirabel served herself, but she kept trying to catch Isabela’s eye. She needed to know how Dolores and Mariano felt, or she would be not just robbing herself of the chance to marry somebody she loved, but Dolores as well.

Isabela, oblivious to the new pressing information Mirabel had for her, ignored her little sister and focused on Abuela and the Guzmans.

Dinner began, and other than a few whispers, everybody allowed the young couple and less young matriarchs to dominate the conversation. Mirabel didn’t bother paying attention to what was said, until Tío Bruno cleared his throat, and asked, “So, Mariano, what made you decide you wanted to marry Isabela?”

Dolores looked up at Tío Bruno, looking just a little betrayed, while everybody else turned to look at Mariano, clearly expecting a romantic answer.

“Oh, uh,” he glanced nervously at his grandmother, “because she is the most graceful flower in Encanto’s garden.”

Abuela aw’d at that but Tío Bruno pressed, “R-right, right, but I mean, do you guys share the same taste in poetry? Or enjoy the same sort of stuff in your down time? What was the thing that made you look at our Isabela and go ‘yep, th-that’s the person for me’?”

Tío Bruno received a few odd looks for pressing, but for the most part, everyone continued to look expectantly at Mariano. He gulped, but kept his smile easy and charming.

“Her beauty,” he said, and Mirabel only noticed the slightest flinch pass over his face because she was watching for it.

“Hm, really? I would have guessed her dedication, or loyalty,” Tío Bruno lifted his nearly empty wine glass to gesture with it, “I-I mean Isabela is of course very beautiful, but so is saaaaaaay, Dolores.”

Isabela, who had been frowning at Bruno, turned to look at Dolores, while Dolores glared at Tío Bruno. Mariano also looked at Dolores, and there was a flash of genuine warmth across his face, before he once again replaced it with a perfect pearly white grin. However, when he opened his mouth to say something, his brain seemed to stall as no words came out.

“You guys discuss how many kids you want yet?” Tío Bruno asked next, and Isabela’s hair sprouted several tiny flowers.

“Bruno,” Abuela said, voice cheerful overtop the irritation it carried, “perhaps we should save these questions for after the proposal.”

Tío Bruno finished his wine, eyeing Mariano as he did, then quietly said, “Perhaps.”

If this cryptic response bothered Abuela, she covered it well. Without so much as another glance at Bruno, she turned and picked the conversation with Señora Guzman back up.

Mirabel gently bumped Isabela’s side, this time, Isabela looked down at her. Unfortunately, Mirabel didn’t hold her attention for long, because Señora Guzman called upon her to answer some questions.

“What do you think mija? A spring wedding? Or perhaps you’d like to be married as soon as possible,” Señora Guzman suggested with a cheeky grin.

“Oh um, a spring wedding sounds perfect,” Isabela responded, “I don’t mind waiting for the perfect moment.”

“Why’s that?” Amada asked, sounding honestly curious, despite the fact that she already knew the answer.

“Well, you only get one wedding, you may as well take the time to do it right,” Isabela didn’t skip a beat, Mirabel would have been impressed, if she hadn’t also been so frustrated.

“What about you, Mariano?” Tía Leandra gave him her most motherly grin, “I’m pretty sure I remember Dolores mentioning how much you love autumn.”

“Oh, you remembered?,” Mariano asked Dolores, eyes getting a bit soft before he glanced at his abuela and cleared his throat, “But Isabela is right, waiting is worth it to do it right.”

“Really?! Leandra and I were married almost as soon as we were engaged,” Bruno said, “I would have rather eaten my eyeballs than wait one second longer than I had to, to marry her.”

Abuela cleared her throat.

“I doubt our guests would have appreciated being served eyes at the reception, darling,” Tía Leandra said, with a crooked smile. 

Señora Guzman chuckled despite the awkward mood, “Having been one of those guests, I agree wholeheartedly.”

“Speaking of food, what would you like to eat on your wedding day?” Leandra asked, “We’ll have to get the menu figured out quickly so we can start coordinating the catering.”

Mariano and Isabela exchanged a glance, then as one turned to their abuelas.

“What would you advise,” Isabela asked them.

“Oh, it’s really up to you two,” Señora Guzman said, and Abuela nodded her agreement, “it’s your big day, after all.”

“Oh,” Isabela said.

“Uh,” Mariano said.

They looked at eachother. Then at the same time, they both said, “Whatever you want is fine.”

There was an awkward pause, then Mariano said “Tocino” at the same time Isabela said “Pollo”. Then Isabela rushed to say “Tocino” while Mariano blurted out “Pollo”.

There was another awkward pause.

“What about you Dolores?” Amada asked, “You’ll probably be the next one to get married, what would you serve?”

Before Dolores could answer, Mariano quietly, despondently, said, “Oh.”

Everybody looked at him, Julieta raising an eyebrow.

“I just, I am surprised to hear that,” Mariano rushed to say, sitting up tensely, and making a somewhat lacking attempt to put his charming grin back in place, “I hadn’t realized you had your eye on someone.”

“I um,” Dolores avoided his eyes, “I did, but he-. I am looking for somebody.”

“Ah, well, I,” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I am sure you will find somebody just as sweet and witty as you are.”

Dolores finally looked up at him and they held eye contact for just a little too long before looking hurriedly away.

Mirabel glanced around the table and saw a lot of eyes darting back and forth between Dolores and Mariano. The tension between them was clear.

While everybody was focused on either Dolores, or Mariano, a little bit of dust rained down onto the table in front of her. Mirabel wrinkled her brow, slowly looking up. 

She gulped.

The ceiling was riddled with cracks, one set spiraling out from where Dolores sat, the other from above Isabela. And they were still spreading. 

She looked over at Tío Bruno and tried to catch his eye, but he was making intense eye contact with Pepa.

He must have communicated something, because Tía Pepa broke the silence, “So! Isabela! H-how about you tell us what you like about Mariano?”

“Hm?” Isabela tore her eyes away from Dolores, then said, “Oh, right, sí. I really like his smile.”

“His smile?” Julieta asked, eyes slowly leaving Tío Bruno’s to examine Isabela.

“Sí,” Isabela said, nodding once.

Mirabel glanced up just in time to watch a little bit of ceiling fall onto the china cabinet. She tried to get Tía Leandra’s attention this time, but she was currently staring at Agustín.

Agustín looked between his childhood friend and his wife, then looked at his eldest daughter.

“What else do you two like about eachother?” he asked, looking in between them.

They shared a somewhat panicked glance, just beyond them Señora Guzman and Abuela were also studying the young couple. And just beyond the two abuelas, a crack started crawling down the wall.

Mirabel managed to get Amada’s attention and pointed up, but when Amada looked up her eyes flashed gold, then she shook her head at Mirabel.

It was all Mirabel could do not to scream “Why not?!” at her, because surely nothing good could come of the ceiling collapsing on top of them. She turned from Amada to Camilo, feeling desperate, but Camilo was too absorbed in the drama unfolding before him to notice her efforts to get his attention. He looked like this was the most interesting thing he’d seen all year.

Meanwhile, Isabela and Mariano were dithering and blathering their way through semi-coherent answers. Somewhat ironically, they kept looking to the other for help, and jumping in to deliver said help.

“A-and I like the way she uh, always uh,” Mariano looked at Isabela.

“Chew on the left side of my mouth?” she blurted, then cringed.

Unfortunately for both of them, he ran with it, “Sí! Sí, love that. I-I am very pro left side of the mouth.”

“Really?” Camilo said, voice dry, “I’ve always been pro right side of the mouth myself.”

Mirabel was pretty sure he was not trying to help.

“Camilo, he’s our guest,” Félix hissed, the corners of his mouth twitching towards a grin, “if he says he prefers chewing on the left side of the mouth, we chew on the left side of our mouths. Be welcoming.”

“I chew with my whole mouth,” Octavia reported from the kids’ table.

Father and son did their best not to giggle too obviously. Abuela gave them a withering glare that neither noticed in their attempts to disguise their amusement.

The wall behind their heads started to crack. Tío Bruno noticed and gasped, unfortunately he was mid sip of water at that moment, and burst into a coughing fit. Tía Leandra rubbed his back in an effort to sooth him. She glanced up, saw the cracks and started rubbing his back very quickly. Her freckles stood out in sharp relief as the blood drained from her face.

“I’m absolutely crazy about his, his…,” Isabela looked to Mariano, he subtly shook his head, shrugging.

“My birthmark?” he squeaked out, hitting an impressively high octave for his voice.

“I am crazy about his birthmark,” Isabela repeated, triumphantly.

“She’s seen your birthmark,” Señora Guzman gasped, putting a hand to her chest.

Mariano drained his glass of wine, then admitted, “No.”

“Good,” Señora Guzman sighed in apparent relief.

“Where’s your birthmark?” Amada asked. Beside her, Tío Bruno had stopped coughing and was whispering frantically with Tía Leandra.

“Um, next to my-. It’s on m-my hip,” he answered, sheepishly.

Camilo broke out laughing.

A chunk of ceiling landed in the middle of the table.

Camilo stopped laughing.

Slowly, everybody looked up. 

Mirabel grimaced and made panicked eye contact with Tío Bruno, then his eyes darted past her shoulder. She turned her head. Abuela wasn’t looking up, gaping at the cracks in the ceiling, she was still staring at the chunk that had fallen onto the table. Her face was two shades paler than normal, and there was a horror in her eyes that bordered on hysteric.

Abuela closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then looked up and saw the cracks.

Just in time for the walls to practically explode. Cracks formed faster than Mirabel’s eyes could follow, a fair amount of the plaster fell off, leaving the insulation bare. The ceiling would have caved in, but Gabriel stood and stretched his hands out, forming the candle light into a shield to hold the ceiling up.

“Everybody out,” Tío Félix shouted. He dove for Antonio, but Camilo got there first, turning into one of the larger men in the village so he could scoop Antonio up with one arm, and haul Octavia to her feet with the other.

Tía Leandra propelled Mirabel towards the door, while Luisa practically vaulted the entire table to scoop Abuela and Señora Guzman up, chairs and all. By the time Mirabel reached it, Tío Bruno was waiting in the doorway, Amada under his arm, and Pepa next to him. His eyes were trained on Gabriel, his brow crinkled in concern and jaw clenched. Her Má and Pá ran to Isabela and got her to her feet, pushing her until she snapped out of her shocked daze and got herself to safety.

Mirabel looked around for Dolores and found her standing on the other side of the dining room, in the now open door to the back courtyard. Wrapped around her, asking if she was ok, was Mariano.

[neopuff]

title: trust word count: ~3100 ships: six/holiday summary: Holiday learns more than she bargained for. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50254363

Rex sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Holiday’s lab, swinging his legs back and forth. He felt jittery. He felt uncomfortable and kind of bad. He’d had a weird morning already and it was barely even eight o’clock.

Six dropped him off at the lab unceremoniously, grumbling about something and then storming off without any explanation. When he got moody like that, Rex struggled to understand if it was his fault - something he did or said - or if Six just…was like that sometimes. For a fourteen-year-old, it was very confusing. But after so many months of his mentor’s emotional distance, Rex was getting used to it.

“Hey, Doc?”

Holiday turned around to face her patient, reflex hammer in-hand. “Hm?”

Rex pouted slightly and tapped the table noisily. He liked the feeling of moving his legs and tapping away on hard surfaces. It kind of relaxed him. “How well do you know Six?”

She frowned and turned her head slightly, looking confused. “Um…I’m not really sure. Why do you ask?”

“Well…I asked him something earlier and he kind of got mad about it,” Rex admitted with a shrug, tapping away.

“What’d you ask him?” Holiday stepped closer and put a hand over one of his, stopping the tapping.

He continued tapping with his other hand, though. “I just asked if there were people named One or Three or Four or if he was just weird.” Rex moved his hands to his knees and started tapping there instead, figuring Holiday wouldn’t mind since it wasn’t as noisy. “I still think it’s not that weird of a question for a guy named Six.”

She gave him a small smile and chuckled. “I’m sure you didn’t upset him, Rex. He’s just very private.”

“Yeah, sure, but…I mean, don’t you wanna know, too?” Rex lightly chewed at the inside of his cheek. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know anything about him.”

Holiday looked sympathetic, stuck in the same boat as him. She and Rex spent more time with Six than anyone else they worked with, but where he came from or why he had the skills he did were mysteries to the both of them. “Of course I’d like to know, but it’s important to respect his privacy. I’m sure Six will share what he feels like you need to know.”

Rex pouted again and threw his hands up in the air. “Boo! That’s so lame. Sometimes it feels like I’m not allowed to be curious about anything here!”

“You know what I’m curious about?” she asked with a smile. “Why you lost control of your Boogie Pack in the Zoo today. What’s going on?”

He calmed down and stared at her, suddenly embarrassed. “Um…well. I don’t know.” Rex stared down at his hands and twitched his fingers one at a time. “I guess it was ‘cause of Six being mad at me.”

Holiday paused, frowning. She knew that Six’s attitude had a significant impact on Rex’s behavior and emotions, though Six really didn’t like it when she tried to lecture him about it. But his dismissal of Rex’s feelings could hurt them both if they didn’t do something about it. “Can you tell me exactly how you felt?”

Rex didn’t look up at her. “Yeah, um…he got all weird and told me to stop asking annoying questions. And then my head felt hot and my chest started to hurt and then I fell.”

She was writing down what he said, but really, Holiday already knew. Rex had had the same experience four other times in the past two months, all because of Six scolding him or dismissing him in one way or another. They were getting to the point where she would have to have to harangue him about it.

“I appreciate you telling me, Rex,” she said softly, putting a hand on his arm. “I’ll talk to Six, okay?”

He shrugged awkwardly. “You don’t have to do that, Doc. He’s just being Six, right?”

“...right,” she answered quietly. “Just being Six.”

X

Holiday scrolled through the fifteenth page of data on her newest EVO specimen, trying to see if anything stood out as unique from the last three she’d analyzed. She’d already fed the data through her computer, but in an act of paranoia, she still felt like it was important to scan over everything with her own two eyes. Computers could make mistakes, after all.

But so could very tired human beings. And she was already feeling the weight of the day - Rex continued to have a bad time after their initial conversation, especially when it turned out that Six had gone MIA and no one could get a hold of them. White Knight assured everyone (with a frustrated frown on his face) that this was just something Six did sometimes, but Holiday still felt very annoyed.

It was one thing to make Rex feel bad, but then disappearing right afterwards made it a lot worse. She had every plan to pull the man aside for a discussion as soon as he came back, but according to Knight, that could very well be a few days. She’d be too distracted by other work by then, Holiday was sure of that.

Just as she leaned back in her chair, trying to decide whether to get some coffee or finally head to her room - the door to Holiday’s lab suddenly opened and familiar footsteps entered the room.

She turned around and found herself staring directly at the man on her mind, who glanced at her briefly before continuing towards the drawer across from her examination table. He didn’t say anything and was holding his shoulder uncomfortably.

“Six?”

He didn’t respond, opening another drawer and then another one.

Annoyed, Holiday stood up and walked to the other side of the table. As she got closer, she took note of the red stain seeping out from under his hand. “What are you looking for?”

Still not answering, he pulled a small roll of bandages out of the drawer and closed it, immediately starting to leave the room.

“Hey!” She reached out and grabbed his arm, hooking her fingers around his elbow. “What’s going on?” Though the lights in the lab were low, Holiday could see that aside from the blood under his hand, his suit was sporting several dark stains and tears. He looked like he’d been through a particularly difficult fight.

Six stopped in place, not pulling away from her. He took a few moments before turning his head and facing her directly. “I’m fine.”

She stood her ground. “You don’t look fine.”

He pulled his arm out of her grasp and held up the roll of bandages. “I was trying not to bother you, Doctor. Just needed these.”

Holiday stared at him, frowning deeply. This wasn’t an unusual tete-a-tete for them, but he seemed even more closed-off from her than usual. After months and months of working together, she was starting to recognize signs that he was upset. “It’ll bother me more if you don’t let me help you.”

A pause, then a barely audible sigh, and Six relented. Either he let her win or there’d be an unnecessary argument and it wasn’t worth the effort. He walked over to the examination table and took off his jacket and shirt, tossing them down without much care. The room wasn’t as bright as usual with the Petting Zoo’s lights off, but there was enough light to see his shirt was completely ruined.

She’d noticed the blood stain already, but Holiday’s eyes were immediately drawn to the bruises all over Six’s torso. He had strangely-shaped bruises on his back and his sides, and tight, thin bruises twisting around his wrists and up his arms. Then there were three small stab wounds near his shoulder, where the blood was coming from.

“Where have you been all day?” she asked quietly, gently pushing him so he’d sit down (carefully avoiding his new bruises).

“Out.”

Holiday pouted and lightly chewed the inside of her cheek, annoyed at his response. “Right. It’s private, I get it.”

He didn’t respond verbally, taking a shaky breath when her hand accidentally brushed against one of the arm bruises. “I just need the bleeding to stop. I’m fine otherwise.”

“You are definitely not,” she said sternly, cleaning the wounds quickly. There was a minute of silence while she bandaged the area - first putting down a square gauze pad, then wrapping that with more gauze and the roll of bandages. She was very tempted to yell at him, but knew it was pointless. There was no point in bringing up what had happened with Rex that morning, not when he was in this state. And whatever had happened while he was out was his own business and he wouldn’t want to talk about it either, especially not with her.

There was a little bit of bitterness in her thoughts - in her very tired mind, she felt frustrated at how much he knew about her compared to how much she knew about him. Obviously their situations were drastically different, but it didn’t feel good. Made her feel like an afterthought.

With barely a thought connected to the words coming out of her mouth, simply the memory of her conversation with Rex earlier in the day, she muttered, “I hope these injuries aren’t from Three, Four, and Five.”

It was said before she realized it, and Holiday closed her eyes in regretful awkwardness as she felt Six glaring at her like she’d grown a second head. She hadn’t meant to say anything about that out loud - he’d know she was thinking about his life and trying to figure him out. Obviously she was interested in him, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

She glanced up at him to see that Six had turned his gaze away from her and had an unreadable expression as he looked towards the door.

“I…sorry. I was just kidding,” she said quietly, patting down the last of the bandages. “Didn’t mean to pry.”

Six put his bloody shirt back on, stood up, took one step towards the door, then stopped. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stayed completely silent and still for a few moments before suddenly turning around and glaring down at Holiday.

She stared back up, surprised.

“Do you understand the kind of person I am, Dr. Holiday?” he said quietly, but aggressively. “Do you know why I’m called Six?”

“I, um…” Holiday felt nervous, suddenly, and couldn’t keep her eyes on his face. She hadn’t expected him to get so serious.

He took a purposefully intimidating step forward. “I’m a killer. Trained from a young age to trade human lives for cash.”

She didn’t respond, and he took that as an initiative to keep going.

“I didn’t discriminate, Doctor. I killed anyone that I was paid to kill.” He spoke to her like he was lecturing a child - everything came across as a strange combination of explanation and warning. “All that mattered to me was the dollar amount given.”

Holiday decided, in that moment, to stand her ground. She stood up straighter and stared directly at his face, though everything he was saying made her very uncomfortable. She didn’t deny that she suspected as much - but it was still just…strange. For the closest thing she had to a friend to be a trained assassin felt like something out of a bad movie.

“They call me Six because I’m the sixth deadliest man in the world,” he said sternly, taking another step. He was wearing his usual sour frown, but it was paired with a twinge of upset. He didn’t want to reveal all of this to Holiday. He didn’t want her to have more reason to be scared of him.

Instead of being scared, however, she took a step towards him. She was holding her arms in front of herself, but otherwise looked like she wanted to reach out. “...did something happen today?”

He exhaled through his nose, wishing she’d yelled at him or run away or anything other than show concern. Six couldn’t look at her eyes for another second and glared down at the white floor. “I’ve taken 348 lives. Human lives. That doesn’t even begin to touch the number that One or Dos has taken.”

Holiday’s frown grew more pronounced and she held herself tighter. He didn’t even seem like he’d heard her.

“I’m not even including the EVOs I’ve killed - who knows how many of those were human,” he continued, almost rambling. His gaze wandered around the room, never coming back to the woman in front of him.

As she noticed him trying to avoid looking at her, Holiday started to reach out one hand - not sure what she was even doing. Her hand hovered in front of him for a brief moment before she pulled it back, feeling weird. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly.

He couldn’t find a reason to ignore that question and finally looked back at her face. The amount of concern she had for him was agitating - she was so good and kind and it made Six feel almost nauseous thinking that she cared about him as much as she did. Their companionship was supposed to be one of convenience - working together to save humanity. They couldn’t really be friends. And they certainly couldn’t be more. Not when she was so good and he was so…

“You should be more aware of the type of people you work with,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

The way that she tried to joke with him and reach out to him and get to know him better…Six wished she understood that he wasn’t safe to be around for long. And the more distance he put between them, the safer and happier she’d ultimately be.

Holiday gave him an incredulous expression - she was confused and understandably agitated by him. She somehow knew that he wasn’t intending to offend her, but the suggestion that she was so naive that she didn’t know she was surrounded by killers was insulting. She knew the world she was in, and even if she never wanted to be a part of it - she was in. She was a part of it.

Still. She could tell he was going through something and chose not to yell at him - instead she reached out her arm again and gently grabbed his hand - avoiding his wrist where she remembered seeing dark bruises twisting around his skin. “I trust you, Six. You know that, right?”

He stared down at her, eyebrows furrowed together.

“You can trust me, too,” she added, giving him a small, sad smile.

Six wanted her to be safe. He wanted her to live a long, happy life, with a normal human Beverly and Rex, and a big family. He wanted her to be surrounded by people that loved and respected her. And he didn’t want her to get stuck just because they’d grown close. He didn’t want her to give up on anything she wanted just because she wanted it with him.

He knew he was being ridiculous. Six knew that Holiday could never have a truly normal life, not with her level of scientific fame and certainly not while there were still EVOs and nanites in the world. She’d always be in danger somewhere, whether he was with her or not.

The logic didn’t stop his heart from aching when she spoke. Of course he could trust her. She was Holiday.

“...I do trust you,” he said softly, wishing he could say the same about himself.

She squeezed his hand in an effort to comfort him. “I’m really sorry about whatever you went through today. It looks like it hurt.”

He held her hand back, simply on a reflex, then loosened his grip in an attempt to pull away. But he didn’t really want to pull away. He liked the feeling of her hand around his. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” she responded, finally moving her hand away. “Just…be careful, alright? We need you here.”

Six stared at her and felt a violent ache spread throughout his chest. With all his thoughts jumbled together - everything about wanting to stay away from her and keep her safe and how she was good and he was bad and there was no way they could ever be friends if there wasn’t a world to save - one last thought focused itself in his mind. The thought that, maybe, if Holiday felt like he was worth being close to, then maybe there was no reason to fight it. Maybe his growing feelings for her were some indication that he was capable of more than he thought. Maybe the strange relationships he’d forged with Rex and Holiday were proof that he wasn’t just a killing machine loyal to one master.

Maybe.

He gave her a curt nod and grabbed his suit jacket before finally exiting the lab. He clearly needed to get some sleep.

Holiday stood there in her lab - alone and uncomfortable and awkward. She glanced at the exam table next to her and saw little drops of Six’s blood. She quickly grabbed a rag to clean it up and hoped that the repetitive motion would temporarily distract her from what just happened.

What had just happened, exactly? She learned a lot more about Six than she ever expected to.

She learned a lot more about Six than she ever really wanted to, if she was being honest with herself.

It was a very stressful situation she’d found herself in. Despite the information she’d just learned, Holiday still found herself drawn to him in ways she’d never felt before about anyone. She knew that the man he was today mattered more than the man he was before, but…it was still a lot. He’d killed so many people. But at Providence, he saved so many lives every day. They all did.

She wondered briefly if he felt his work with them was repentance.

Holiday tossed the rag into the sink and sighed. She didn’t know where she stood with Six or where Six stood with her, but she knew one thing for sure: she would not be telling Rex any of what she’d just learned.

[thenerdofthegroup]

Okay so we got a tiny promotional video with a lot of clips we’ve already seen and fun ‘PowerPoint slide’ type clips. Imma talk about it

Here is the video ^

Now the last time I talked about this it didn’t go… great so I will word it better so as to avoid that again <3

Now we’ve gotten that billboard my excitement is out on an all time high again but there are a few things in this that I want to point out:

Firstly we will get the obvious out the way- RIO SAYS HER NAMEEEE AND ITS SO PLAYFUL. We have physical evidence that she at the very least knows her name haha.

Secondly the rest of the voice are very interesting. So we definitely have Billy- sorry I meant Teen in there, and Lilia at the end but the rest are all male voices. Now I can confidently identify the ver deep one as Herb from WV. And given it’s a tiny promo teaser I think all of these voices are from what we’ve seen before. Maybe one surprise new one but very unlikely. I think I can hear Dottie’s husband in there but the rest I can’t identify (men usually sound the same to me). So if we use that theory, who says what? I think there are about 3-4 voices I cannot place. AND when do they say it? My theory is that these kind of go chronologically and that she hears them say these in episode 1 as hallucinations or episode 2 when she’s collecting her coven

Thirdly, all the photos are gorgeous and they fall into one of 3 categories

One category is clips from WV. Now the only one I can theorise on is this 70’s one but it was amazing to see her gorgeous face (ignore my shoddy handwriting I’m a physicist it’s part of the job description)

Another Category is hints/clips to parts of the show. I will describe in chronological order, missing the two that go in the next category: Mare of Easttown Detective Agatha, Agatha search online, Agatha tarot card with the moon (moon is very important we all know this), Agatha with the orange magic (I don’t know what font it is but it feels like I should), Olden Agatha with pretty writing, purple smoke screen with Agatha font used in other things, Plants in an almost ‘weird detective’ way (I don’t know how to explain it but like those cutscenes in a detective where they put stuff in a lab… god I’m bad at this), something that almost resembles AHS but in general is a weird black pattern, Agatha twitter (she would be hilarious on there), red ‘Agatha’ that is linked to that demon scene and a beautiful purple glowing ball that is just general mystic-ness. All of them amazing, all pointing to different parts of the show

Now, the two to single out actually have writing on them

I’ll put my theorise down and thank you to my friend who helped because I was trying to think deeply and they gave me the obvious answers because I’m too dumb to do all of this on my own haha

The one on the left feels like a childhood story. It’s written in even lined with pretty patterns on the side. I think that it’s a story about her killing her coven. This would also cement the idea that she is famous (in a not great way) and support a little fun theory I had that she is almost like a spooky story witches tell their kids at night. Like the boogy man. “Don’t misbehave or the evil purple witch will come and get you” kind of thing (you would never guess that I write).

It also brings in a fun question everyone has: was she born with purple magic? Because by all logical accounts she had to have been because the darkhold didn’t turn Wandas magic purple (I know it did Stranges but sorcerers are different, I think it acted like a filter to the outside magic since that’s what sorcerers use, whereas witches have it born into them and their DNA so you can’t put a filter in it) and it would make sense story wise. Born with it and everyone was terrified and hated her from the beginning. Self fulfilling prophecy and all that. It’s not a problem if she isn’t, because the other works just as well, her wanting to rebel so much that she picks up dark books etc etc. but it is one of the aspects I’m deathly excited to see.

The right hand side one is a newspaper. Now given the placement of the name and the lack of anything either it’s her actually putting her name in for people to see/ some kind of clue thing OR the more likely option is a bounty on her head. Which would make sense: if this is a witch paper, everyone seems to want her dead so I mean… go for it. She gets a little snack out of it

Those are my current thoughts and if you’ve read this all then thank you for your time. I like getting other peoples opinions so if you have any then always feel free to say even if it’s telling me I’m stupid and pointing out the obvious haha

Anyway here is your gift for making it to the end: Sexy ladyyyyy