#i was like 'okay what will contrast with the other party members' and we had a lot of confident guys

[dreamsy990]

drew my dnd character who i made up on the spot the other day because i forgot to prepare anything (his character sheet was online)

turns out the sheet SAID he was a girl but i only read the name nathan and went 'okay thats a dude' so hes trans because i didnt read my own character sheet

[prismatoxic]

okay, shipping brainrot from my last post aside, i'm still thinking about the shapeshifter arc. the other sites i use don't have inline posting or do but it's clunky, so i guess i'm theorizing here. some of this may seem obvious; bear with me, i'm not trying to be patronizing, just working through things. this will probably be long.

(edit: i've since learned there's canon explanations for all of this. regrettably i don't like them. enjoy my ideas of what would be better maybe? but keep in mind i wrote this before i knew it had been explained anywhere else.)

(edit again: i've done a 180 and come fully around on the canon explanations! i have a lot of thoughts about them but this isn't the post for that. anyway i'm disabling reblogs, sorry. you can still look at this if you want)

laios reveals what he knows of shapeshifters, and that they function on memory:

no one ever really suggests in chapters 39 or 40 who thought of which fake except in the case of which ones laios must have thought of, but i want to posit who i think each one came from, and what it means narratively if i'm right. so, mostly a thought experiment/character study that i could be wrong about or that was never meant to be clearly defined in the first place. but maybe fun to think about? (i'm sure other people have done this before too, but i think it'll be fun to write up.)

from the outset, i think it's worth mentioning that chilchuck knows all three laios fakes are, in fact, fakes. two chilchucks say this, but the one on the right is the real one. senshi and marcille immediately corroborate this, though we can't tell which of them it is except that it's not any of the really obvious fakes.

what i think this suggests is that, brought to the surface, the warped perceptions of the rest of the party that chilchuck, senshi, and marcille have can be easily discerned when compared with the real thing. each of these laioses is from one of them, but they immediately figure out none of them are right with the real laios right there in the room. this is important.

as for who's who...

i think it's fair to assume that giant laios is from chilchuck. laios is the tallest member of their party, at six feet; while chilchuck sees marcille and senshi as their correct heights, laios is a giant to him, and his bulky armor doesn't help. that's why, even if this is his perception, it's glaringly obvious that it's wrong as soon as it's made physical. it's the only big one, and easily falls into the camp of "doesn't seem to know much about monsters" that the others also do.

stupid laios is, i think, from marcille. because the giant one is so likely chilchuck's and i don't think senshi sees laios as someone who stupidly wants to eat everything (even if senshi's opinion of him isn't stellar right now, "i have to eat it" wouldn't be paired with being an idiot to senshi), it tracks that marcille would be the one to remember him this way. to someone who doesn't appreciate their monster eating and otherwise thinks he's an idiot just as much as the others do, dumbly muttering about eating things seems like a reasonable portrayal of laios.

feminine laios, then, is from senshi. i think his physical perception of the other party members is the most off-base; this is likely because he's known them for the least amount of time, and his idea of what they look like is based more on their races than anything else. i think the resemblance to falin might not be intentional--someone suggested to me the other day that the dwarf perception of tall-men is probably more feminine in contrast to how Macho dwarfs are. i think that makes sense (if it ever comes up canonically, i haven't seen it yet). laios and falin do just... look like gender-swapped versions of each other, also. so if senshi sees laios as a feminine person, well... that just winds up looking like falin.

so this leaves us with only the real laios. confronted with their perceptions of him, his friends can immediately tell all three are incorrect.

moving on, we eliminate the three most obvious fakes from the rest of the party, starting with marcille:

if we take into account what i just said about senshi, i think this is his. racial stereotypes about elves being what they are, him not knowing the party as well as the other members do... she stands out, and that's why.

now this is where things start to get interesting.

the next two fakes to be eliminated aren't so blatantly incorrect that they can be struck right out at a glance, but it's not hard to notice the flaws when you look closer, and chilchucks A and B are the ones to point it out. chilchuck is naturally observant; most of his fakes seem to emulate this. (the one who addresses the fakes is A, the real one, but B is proving himself able to pick up on the things A notices. this is important.)

notably, chilchuck and senshi assume these must be laios's versions of them.

we can assume this is correct, if we want to. we can take the framing of this as being an intentional reflection of the truth.

or... or... we can look a little deeper. we can wonder if, perhaps, this isn't a reflection of laios, but a reflection of his friends and what they think of him. laios may not immediately notice the problems, but i don't think it's because he doesn't remember these details. i don't think laios sees much of anything in vague terms; he's observant in his own right, but in ways he doesn't really recognize, nor does anyone else. i think he was so focused on their faces and mannerisms that he didn't notice the bigger picture, glossing over something because so many other factors are at play.

senshi and chilchuck think laios doesn't take notice of things, but the vast majority of the shapeshifter arc is about them and marcille not trusting laios's judgement as it is, given how things went recently. is it possible there's more to their assumptions here than what the text explicitly says? i think so!

so then who do these two belong to? marcille, i think.

if we assume dumb laios is hers, then we can also assume her perceptions of the others are kind of broad and vague. she doesn't think poorly of them, necessarily (at least not in as obvious a way as she does with laios, who, i'll remind you, she's currently upset with), but she doesn't commit unimportant details to memory, like chilchuck's neck band or the damage to senshi's helmet.

we've got three more "obvious" fakes to get through, and laios offers another lore tidbit on how the shapeshifters work:

anyway, the first of the next round is marcille again, setting the stage for how these three next fakes are eliminated.

marcille changes her hairstyle all the time, so this isn't a surprise. the last one pictured here winds up being our next fake, as indicated by her grimoire:

so the fake marcille in this section is the one with the most visibly different hair texture (who even draws attention to this), and the spellbook that's woefully incompetent. i think she's from chilchuck.

he's observant, as i said before; even if he didn't commit her hair to memory, he did remember the stuff she's said about how important hair is to magic. maybe that's why the texture is so striking. more importantly, chilchuck isn't wary of magic quite the way senshi is, but he also doesn't understand it. the general tone of the low-quality grimoire also just... sounds like the way he'd frame something like that. (plus, the "how to turn back time" bit is a thing he specifically called her on when she suggested it a few chapters ago.)

so the next fake chilchuck and senshi are revealed via their tools:

i think the chubby-cheeked chilchuck with the simple lockpicks is from senshi, and i think the ordinary-looking senshi with the simple cookware is from chilchuck. the former speaks for itself--senshi sees chilchuck as a child, and knows absolutely nothing about picking locks. as for the fake senshi, chilchuck has a decent mental image of him but knows nothing about cookware.

so now we're down to the final three fakes, and there's only one person left who they could be from: laios. nobody thinks this, not even laios himself, but i want to explore the concept because i think it has extreme merit. the three remaining fakes have some key similarities between them, namely in that they're all close enough interpretations that making a distinction is difficult. they look a tiny bit different, but both the real people and their fakes make plausible cases for why they're the actual person. i want to talk about why i think laios is the one who made that so, and what that means about him.

chapter 39 ends with all his companions--real and fake--doubting his skills. seeing a pattern?

chapter 40 opens with laios determined to regain his friends' trust in him...

...while his friends (and their fakes) talk about how he's liable to like the fakes more, because they're monsters.

this is a needlessly cruel interpretation of laios, but after how things went post-falin-rescue, it's not a surprise. they see him as reckless and single-minded, more interested in the things he's weird about than in the people around him.

laios is really bad at talking about what he's thinking--not because he's hiding it, but because it doesn't occur to him that it's important. meeting the lunatic magician in the paintings is a prime example of this, but he does it a lot. they likely have no idea why he told toshiro about falin and the black magic; to them, laios was being flippant with sensitive information, not worrying about their safety. to laios? he was trying to get help. he trusted toshiro, and his perception of their friendship made him think the information would help them gain an ally who cared about falin as much as they do. he wasn't trying to put falin or marcille in danger--far from it, in fact. but he didn't tell his friends about his thought process. he didn't think it was important to share.

(he's autistic but we all know this. moving on)

so, we have laios's plan: the pairs cook together, while he watches for behavioral differences to discern who's who. it doesn't occur to him, or anyone else, that the people he's watching for mistakes are his own perceptions of his friends. and now we get into the meat of why i wanted to write this post.

assuming i'm correct... let's talk about laios's view of his friends, and how he challenges those perceptions.

starting with my favorite, chilchuck:

chilchuck A, of course, is in fact the real one. this is a pretty significant character moment for him too, in my opinion; we know he has difficulty expressing his emotions, and that a lot of his conflicts so far have stemmed from that. the fact that "chilchuck B asked for help with a menial task" is a gotcha moment to him is... telling. not only because it's so obvious to him, but because it's not obvious to any of his companions. he thinks they know this about him, but he's never openly expressed anything to make them think this is an issue he'd have, in addition to having sought help in the past.

his "convictions and pride and all that" seems to them like someone trying to convince them of something, not someone reminding them of facts he assumes they know.

anyway, back to laios. if we accept that chilchuck B is made from his memories, this suggests several things. first of all, chilchuck B is, despite his softer eyes and willingness to ask for help, still a fairly accurate portrayal of chilchuck. he's easily annoyed and he's observant, two traits chilchuck is known for. i think the reason chilchuck B has the kinder eyes and the more gentle disposition is because to laios, those things are indicative of someone being a good person, and he very much thinks chilchuck is a good person.

we know laios isn't especially good at reading people in general. thus, his idea of who his friends are is skewed in broad strokes, but not in the ways they think. he knows who chilchuck is, but he also associates chilchuck with his own ideas of what makes someone "good", which results in a chilchuck who's less rough around the edges. confronted with this--the real chilchuck asking him if he can tell--laios compares the two and thinks, reasonably speaking, the nicer one who trusts him has to be the friend he respects so much.

senshi and marcille also want to accept this chilchuck, likely for similar reasons. they also respect and care for him; they've seen him go through a lot. laios's ideal of him is just that, ideal. in a roundabout way, it's only their deep fondness for who chilchuck really is that makes them want to see him this way.

next up, we have marcille.

the fake, marcille A, is a radical departure from what makes chilchuck B a fake. laios notes that the real marcille is exactly the same as she always is. the reason, then, that marcille A confuses him--and the others--is that after everything they've been through, their perception of her has changed radically.

if we look back to senshi and chilchuck's marcilles, it's readily apparent when they're eliminated that both interpretations hinge on the knowledge that she performs black magic. senshi's tries to use it to prove herself; chilchuck's has a grimoire loudly proclaiming it's what she does. contrast this to marcille A: she doesn't mention black magic at all, and her grimoire looks strikingly similar to the real one.

that's because laios doesn't think her performing black magic changes anything about who she is. her doing so proved her to be just as dedicated to falin as he himself is, and the knowledge that her goals involve it doesn't faze him. (additionally, marcille has been teaching him magic, and falin had tried in the past. though his image of a grimoire is flawed to someone experienced, to anyone else it looks fine.) thus, marcille A isn't a flagrant black magic wielder; she's someone who's been fundamentally changed by what they--and falin--went through.

let's go back to chapter 27:

chilchuck and senshi are appalled, and will continue to be. while they ultimately don't prevent marcille from doing this, and care enough about both her and laios (and in chilchuck's case, falin as well) to be in tentative support, this changes their view of her in a negative way. she's dangerous now, in a way she wasn't before, but she's still marcille--goofy and a little reckless. thus, their views of her, and the illusions that result.

laios's opinion of her changes for the better.

she is, all at once, both competent and loyally dedicated. she will stop at nothing to help falin. whatever goofiness she exhibited before now is gone, replaced by the cold demeanor of someone who is doing something extremely dangerous for reasons that are inherently selfish, but ultimately too important to reject.

thus, we return to marcille A: cold, sharp, dedicated. not reckless or goofy, but methodical and haunted. she may have returned to "normal" since they left the castle town, but laios's opinion of her, and understanding of her love for falin, has been forever changed.

so faced with the real marcille--still silly, still whining, still frequently annoyed with him--he's confused, because that's deeply familiar, but it doesn't line up with what he knows about her now.

the truth, of course, is nuanced--these things are true about marcille, but only under duress; it's similar to how laios becomes a competent leader when the going gets tough. she has this within her, but it's not her default state of being. still, the shapeshifter picks up on the strongest memories laios has of her, this new interpretation of someone he thought he knew.

now then--onto senshi, the punchline of this particular joke about the differences between the copies. i still think it says a lot.

i think this one speaks for itself, though i find chilchuck's agreement interesting. senshi is the newest member of the team; little is known about him. laios happily notes that senshi "always looks cool" while chilchuck says he looks normal (and chilchuck B insults the real one). laios sees senshi this way because he thinks senshi is cool as hell, and this manifests in an idealized version of a face he's not as familiar with as he is with chilchuck and marcille.

this is clearly comedy, but it also speaks to the same desire to see the best in the rest of the party. marcille is the only one who notices likely because her opinion of senshi isn't so romanticized. chilchuck's senshi, of note, wasn't a perfect replica: we don't see much of him after the obvious fakes are hauled off, but he's a little squashed (he's the top one):

which indicates that chilchuck's visual memory of senshi is already flawed. if we compare this to giant laios and the marcille with the unique hair texture, it tells us chilchuck's attention to detail is more specific than the others'; he can remember the hole in the helmet, the importance of hair, but he doesn't quite see the bigger picture. giant laios is also surprisingly... rugged? which i imagine has to do with chilchuck's perception of him as a tall-man. (or maybe how he clearly has trouble seeing laios's face half the time, lmao...)

anyway. laios thinks senshi is super cool and chilchuck has an imperfect idea of what senshi look like as it is. (i wonder if chilchuck is some degree of faceblind? not enough to not recognize someone at all, but can't pinpoint specifics.)

and so, we arrive at the moment of truth.

so let's go over what i'm theorizing here... all the remaining fakes are illusions based on how laios sees his friends. the illusions manage to make mistakes that reveal the truth to him, but i think the reason for that harkens back to what laios said earlier... the illusions are being updated over time.

laios isn't considering any of the things that give the fakes away until this moment. if it had taken a little longer to resolve things, maybe they'd have started course-correcting, but they aren't given the chance. laios makes sure they aren't--he acts very quickly. even as he presents the three pairs with his findings, he's aware that everything will fall apart as soon as he does... and he's banking on that. while the shapeshifter illusions defend themselves from being killed, he gets right to the heart of the matter in the only way he knows how: confronting the actual monster involved.

when all's said and done, laios reveals how he figured it out:

potentially of note, all of these details happened before the red dragon fight. chilchuck fighting a mimic and revealing his history with them, senshi gushing about the dungeon's ecosystem, and marcille being attacked by the undine weren't super recent memories. when laios brought them forth in his mind, he had a delay before the shapeshifter updated its illusions.

well... except with marcille. marcille A actually didn't show her hand so easily; it was the real marcille's carelessness that proved her identity.

but what this suggests is that, when confronted with the realities of marcille versus his idealized version of her, laios had to make a choice: did it make more sense for her to have been radically changed by the revival and subsequent loss of falin, or was the presence of a marcille he knew so well proof of an illusion? she was the one who was the most different, and as such, the contrast was the same one that eliminated all three laioses at the start: with the real thing in the room, the fake became apparent.

so, to reach a conclusion: one again, laios has proven he's not as scatterbrained as his companions think, but this time he did so on a more personal level than usual. to them, he reveals that he knows their quirks enough to define them by such when they're otherwise faced with convincing copies. to us, the readers, if we accept what i've suggested here... he's revealed a lot more. he respects, admires, and idolizes his friends, all out of fondness: he wants to see them in an ideal way, whatever that means for each of them as individuals.

anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk

[kteezy997]

the director’s daughter-part four//t.c.

I’m having a bad day. My depression has been bad the last couple of weeks or so. This chapter is shorter than previous ones, but I wanted to put out something for you all to enjoy💕

Warnings: suspicious friends, slight angst, cursing, kissing, making out, beginnings of smut

The next day, y/n sat next to Timothée at breakfast. Florence had lovingly served up the hot morning meal with coffee and assorted juices. Of course, it smelled divine and everyone started to eat immediately.

Colleen announced that she thought it might be fun to have a BBQ at her home with all of the cast members and her daughter, obviously, and invite some other crew members. A little party to celebrate the kick off of the movie production.

Everybody agreed in a near unison, nodding their heads as they sipped their drinks and munched on their breakfast.

Y/n finished her plate, and sat silently as she glanced at Timmy periodically while pretending to listen to the table conversation. She thought he looked so cute, his bed head still evident, the heavy bags under his eyes from tiredness. It was such an innocent contrast to the events of the night before.

“So where were you two last night? We didn’t see either of you at all.” Zendaya asked eyeing up both y/n and Timothée.

Y/n looked at Z and Timothée swallowed hard.

He quickly cleared his throat, “Oh, I had a bad headache so I didn’t really feel like going out to see the fireworks.”

“Hmm.” Zendaya nodded, then looked at y/n, “And I suppose you went out with your friends as you had planned?”

She nodded, “Yes, I did.”

“Babe,” chuckled Tom as he touched his girlfriend’s hand, “are you their mother or something? Let them live.”

“No, I’m not mothering, I just thought it was a little funny because I’m pretty sure her car was here all night.” Z shrugged.

“Well, my friends actually picked me up.” y/n chimed, “And dropped me off early this morning.”

“Okay. That makes sense.” Zendaya seemed satisfied with the answer, but y/n couldn’t help but wonder why she was acting so suspicious.

“Wow, Zendaya’s a better mother than I am these days.” Colleen joked to lighten up the mood.

……

It was a good day, but it ran into evening and y/n was ready for everyone to leave so it would just be the housemates. She was mostly missing Timmy. With the filming schedule and having so many others in the house, they hadn’t been alone in a week. And this morning he didn’t even look at her at breakfast. She hoped he wasn’t losing interest in her.

Florence had suggested going for a dip in the hot tub to end the evening. She had brought a date that she met at the farmers market earlier that day, Shane, or Shawn, no one could remember which his name was.

Y/n went inside and up to her room to change into her bathing suit. Timmy followed her upstairs, not saying a word. She felt discouraged when he remained quiet and went to his own room. Maybe he was forgetting about her. She wanted the fling to continue, and maybe eventually turn into something more. Perhaps it was silly of her to think that could happen. She was still in college and he was a mainstream movie star pushing thirty.

She opted for a black one piece swimsuit that cut high up on her thighs. The square neckline also held her boobs up nicely. Maybe Timmy would notice.

She hurried along in an attempt to catch Timmy before he walked back downstairs to the jacuzzi. She opened the door and he was walking down the hallway, “Timmy, wait!” she called out to him.

He stopped and turned, raising a brow at her, “What do you mean? We’re getting in the hot tub.”

“I know.” she said, hustling over to him. She stopped, smiling softly as she put her hands in his hair and pulled him into a kiss.

He was surprised at first, but then kissed her back, holding her close by pressing his hand to her lower back. “Mm.” he hummed against her lips blissfully. “What was that for?” he asked with a tiny grin when she pulled away.

“Just checking.” she said, smirking back at him.

“What, just checking to see if I’m still into you? Because I am, Bunny.”

“Well, it hasn’t seemed like it this past week.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy, and I wasn’t sure if you were still in to me. I thought maybe you’d think I’m too old for you-"

“I thought that you’d think I’m too young for you. Like you could find someone your age who’s prettier and more experienced, maybe.”

“No, I’m sorry if I’ve been misleading. I definitely want you, y/n.” he smiled, then bit his lip.

She grinned like a schoolgirl, saying, “Fuck, I’m so lucky.” She pulled him into another kiss, a harder one, putting a firm hold onto the back of his head. She wove her fingers into the soft curls just for a moment. Pulling away, she quipped, “We should get out there before Flo comes to find us.”

Timothée chuckled, “Oh you know she will.”

They took each other’s hand, him leading the way downstairs, “Let’s keep it between us, just for a little while longer, yeah?” he asked, looking at her. “I mean, I’m sure everyone in the house might have their suspicions, but let’s not give in to them until we have to.”

“Sure. Let’s keep it close as long as we can.” she smiled, giving his hand a squeeze before they parted on the back patio.

“Fucking finally!” Florence exclaimed, seeing them both come down. She was in the hot tub with her date. “It’s about time you two showed up.” She gave the pair each a cheeky grin.

Some time went by, the four adults enjoyed the jacuzzi and the calm summer night, sipping their drinks and making light conversation about the film.

Things shifted, however, and Florence started kissing Shawn.

Y/n and Timothée kept to themselves, trying not to stare. But the other couple started making out more heavily and touching each other. The mood was entirely different from how it started out.

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[niki-phoria]

Helloooo, I know we’re in June but can you write like um, idk how to explain well but like txt x reader in Halloween 😭😭😭😭😭 like how each member would treat u or what activities u guys would do, doing trick or treat with them, or just matching costumes idk I’m too exited for Halloween this year so maybe this would be a little random, also I need some visualization for my Halloween DR so maybe this could help a bit ( I can’t choose my s/o LMAO) so yeah that’s it 🧍‍♀️

⋆｡°✩ txt reaction - celebrating with them

includes: tired to make this about a party/holiday in general but it doesn't really work lol, reader is implied to be shorter than yeonjun, i've been super unmotivated lately so this isn't great i'm sorry

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

feedback is appreciated <33

⋆｡°✩ soobin

(word count 177)

“jagi,” soobin whispers as he reaches over to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. he moves his hand to rest against your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin as you slowly stir awake. “good morning,” he smiles.

“morning,” you mumble. you squint at the sudden brightness hitting your eyes.

soobin walks around to the other side of your bed as he slips underneath the covers to lay beside you once again. you roll over to face him so your head is resting against his chest. you smile to yourself at the rhythmic beating underneath your ears. “yeonjun-hyung called. hybe is throwing a party thing. he was wondering if we were going.”

“sounds fun,” you hum. “we should go. we haven’t seen heeseung in a while anyways.”

“okay,” he nods. “i’ll let him know.” your eyes flutter closed once again as soobin rubs a hand against your back. a sigh in content escapes you as you nuzzle closer against his warmth. 

“i love you, y/n,” soobin smiles. 

“i love you too, bin.”

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

(word count 181)

“y/n,” yeonjun calls you over, holding a decoration up against the wall. 

“tilt it a little to the left,” you instruct. he carefully moves it from side to side until it looks straight. “good! that looks perfect.”

yeonjun tapes it onto your wall before walking over to stand next to you. he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his chin against your shoulder as you step back to admire your work. the dorms had been decorated with a variety of different lights and pieces of tinsel you had found laying around the hybe building. “you know, i’ve been thinking,” he murmurs, leaning his weight against you. 

you shift to look at him with a soft smile. “about?”

“i love this.” yeonjun pauses as he gestures to the walls around you. “decorating with you.” he moves so he’s standing in front of you, holding your hand in his. he reaches into his pocket to pull out a small key. you gasp as he slips the thin piece of metal into your palm. “y/n, will you move in with me?”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 174)

“are you ready?” beomgyu calls as he adjusts the hood of his onesie further over his head. the small bear ears sit upright against his head; the costume is complete with a small tail sewn into the back. 

you open the bathroom door in lieu of a response, emerging wearing your own bear costume. the pristine white fabric contrasts with the brown of beomgyu’s as you move to stand before him. he smiles brightly at you. he reaches up to tug your own hood down over your head. “you look so pretty!” he cheers. “come on, give me a twirl!”

despite rolling your eyes in faux annoyance, you hold your arms out before spinning around to show off each part of the onesie. beomgyu excitedly applauds your movements, making you chuckle. he smiles as he reaches up to pull you down onto his lap on the couch; his arms rest comfortably around your waist. “i love you,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“i love you too,” you smile.

⋆｡°✩ taehyun

(word count 186)

your tired eyes remain fixated on the movie playing on your tv screen in front of you as you rest your head against taehyun’s shoulder. he softly smiles at the sight of your body curled up beside him. his arm still remains around your waist; his fingertips ghost just underneath the hem of your shirt. your hair tickles the exposed skin of his neck. your bodies are tangled together in a heap underneath a blanket.

taehyun flinches slightly at a sudden jumpscare, making you chuckle slightly. you nuzzle yourself even closer against his body, letting out a small sigh of content. he reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes as the music playing through the speakers quiets down. “tired?” he whispers.

“a little,” you hum. you sleepily shift to look up at him with a soft smile.

taehyun reaches over to cup your cheek, quickly pulling you into a sweet kiss before he coaxes you to lay down in his lap. your head rests comfortably against his thighs as he rubs small shapes against your side. “get some rest, jagi.”

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

(word count 184)

“i’m gonna give this one a face,” kai murmurs, leaning further over the cookie. his hand grip the bag of frosting tightly as he carefully guides the substance to create the perfect shape. 

you snicker as you step back to watch him. kai remains hunched over as he continues working on his design. his face scrunches up slightly in concentration - his eyebrows are furrowed and his teeth catch his bottom lip between them. 

you reach over to smear a small amount of frosting on your fingertip before wiping it across kai’s nose. “hey!” he gasps, jumping at the sensation. you laugh at his wide eyes and open jaw, licking the rest of the frosting from your hand. 

“sorry,” you chuckle. “i just couldn’t help myself.”

kai purses his lips as he reaches up to wipe the frosting away before grabbing some of his own and wiping it across your cheek. you laugh as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. he leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. “sorry,” he whispers. “i just couldn’t help myself.”

[icyll]

The After-party World, An Analysis of the Anime "Frieren: Beyond Journey's End"

Okay, so… I don't like Frieren. In fact I very much hate dislike it. Now what I'm going to do in this note is to explicate my main reasons for why I think Frieren is not a good anime, and how I'm in total disagreement with probably everything that people seem to believe to be the case about it. In doing so, I will explore three main points. One regarding the general message of the anime, or what it is about. The other being somewhat related to the same matter, but probably in a rather indirect way. And the third being the characters, one of them in particular. At the end I will make a general observation and try to expand on the minor points related to it.

So first of all, from what I have been able to notice, a lot of people, in fact the majority of its audience, believe that the main message of Frieren (we're going to assume there is one) is that we should move on from the past, while still cherishing our good memories from it and holding on to them. My dear frierends, even if that is what Frieren is supposed to be about, it does a very bad job of delivering that message, as much as it might have convinced some people that that's what it is about.

The whole plot of the anime (as far as such a thing manages to exist amidst all the flashbacks and the reminiscence) is about a lonely mage's journey to a place where she thinks there might be a trace of her past companions left. So that in itself is enough for us to suspect that the main character has not totally moved on from what has happened to her. If Frieren had moved on, she wouldn't have made it her life purpose to meet again with her deceased lover and friends.

Even after taking responsibility for her apprentice, she fails to actually do anything responsible and spend her time on a worthwhile endeavor, and instead just aimlessly wanders around collecting useless spells and fake grimoire ascribed to her (again) deceased master. Can we really say that she only does that because its her hobby, or is it because she hasn't moved on from losing her master neither, and is trying to gather all the scattered pieces of her lost belongings to maybe reassemble them into at least a resemblance of that lost heritage?!

The one person that she begins her journey with was left under her care by a dead friend, and the next person that joins her party was also requested to be taken in by an old friend of her, who probably would've joined in himself were he feeling like it. And at last the other member of the party is simply a placeholder for Heiter. Literally a duplicate. Somehow everything in the present has to be connected to things in the past in most possible ways, and even completely mirror them.

Freerun sees everything through the lens of her memories, and barely manages to see anything for what it is. Places that she visits are not this or that place that is such and such in and out of itself, it's the place that Heiter said that and Eisen did that and Himmel did this. She seems to be literally unable to comprehend anything without interpreting it by referring it to her memories. She has to take us through the whole memory of Himmel posing for the sculptors every time she sees a statue of him.

Now on to the next thing I want to deal with. The closest I think this anime ever gets to making any sensible point is when Frieren tells the priest "But that's just what you want…" when they are talking about there being a heaven. That's probably the first and last wise thing she says, only for it to be followed with a "Yeah, it might be better this way," referring to believing in an afterlife, in contrast to not believing in it. We are expected to accept that believing that there is a heaven without any reason is the right thing to do, only because apparently it is better this way. So much for moving on from the past, huh.

By enforcing the idea of an afterlife the author moves further away from preaching acceptance and detachment (of the kind associated with this anime.) By admitting that it is probably better to believe that there is a heaven where our loved ones go after their death, Frieren shows that she is less detached from her past than ever. She hasn't left her past behind, enough for this to be a story of moving on and looking forward to the future, if she has to cope so hard by believing in a heaven, and one on Earth at that! Unless of course that's what everyone's idea of 'moving on' is, and I'm just oblivious.

And now the characters. Sometimes in order for one to be able to connect with a work of fiction there needs to be some likable characters. It is not necessary, but it's better than nothing, especially when that fictional work doesn't have much else going for it. Now here in the case of this anime, most characters are acceptable, if not down right horrible or annoying. I'd say the best character in regards to likability is Stark. He is kind, respectful, and hard-working. But I wish he wasn't that patient with a certain somebody.

It seems for this anime when it comes to how they feel about them the community has focused more on the looks of the characters than their personality. This isn't anything new of course, but Frieren just isn't the kind of anime that you would do that with. There's much more attached to a character than just how they look or behave on a surface level. Yeah this character might be a tsundere and most anime have one or two characters like that, but those anime don't try to be deep (usually.) Frieren does, and so I'm going to treat it differently. And this is where Fern comes in.

Fern is (almost) everything wrong with this anime. Everything else about Frieren could've been flawless, and she would've been able to single-handedly ruin it. She alone is enough to make this anime annoying to a point that you couldn't watch one episode of it. IF and only if you see her for what she is. Not for the little tsundere girl that pouts for you, and not if you are a free-for-all masochist. She's whom I wish Stark had less patience with. Like, man, have some self-respect for the goddess's sake.

Fern is not cute, or a likable character. She is just rude, a prude, and imprudent. She is self-righteous, and doesn't know respect, for others and their boundaries. Even if you don't agree, the author is very much aware of that, and that's why she in the episode about her birthday goes through a development point which is supposed to open her eyes to how she has been presumptuous in regard to her attitude towards Stark. But of course as most character developments in most anime it is one of those that its effects hardly lasts until the end of the episode in which it occurs. Of course, that's what the fans are in it for, why would you get rid of it?!

This story takes place in a dead world. The Story has already ended, and it is as if the author is narrating it from the end to the beginning, such that the story is altogether 'spoiled' in a way. That could have been a fair approach to take, but the way it's done in Frieren is crude and unrefined. Frequent flashbacks of Himmel and the heroes journey at the turn of every corner is taken to a point that it's just ridiculous. This story takes place too much in the past.

It is hard to care about anything that happens in this world. The journeys they make and the challenges they face are more like the clean-up after a party. There is not much significance attached to them. All the important stuff have already happened when the original heroes were trying to defeat the demon lord. One may argue that there is another story-line independent from that of the heroes, that of Stark and Frieren and Fern in the present time, and therefore that's not so much the case, but with how much that alternative story looks like an extension of the past one and an attempt at a replication of it, it just cannot serve as a replacement for it.

I believe that starting from the "Journey's End" is not a good idea in general. That of course means it's not just Frieren, it's all of the stories that start from the end that I've got a problem with. But I'm not stubborn about it, I could see myself enjoying a story of this kind if it's well executed, but I can't do that with Failuren given the inconsistencies in its concepts and its nihilistic atmosphere, that makes you feel like none of the things you encounter in the course of the story matter in any way.

Yes, there has been a past. And you want to talk about that. But if you're going to put the audience through the things that are happening in the present, you can at least try to make them not appear so pointless. When all the purpose lies in the past, and the contemporary characters are hardly anything that one could become attached to given how they are just shadows of the previous set of characters, the present ceases to matter. And on top of that how even the past parts of the plot do not contain much that would appear of considerable significance is the nail in the coffin.

The interpersonal matters of the characters do not compensate for the lack of external conflicts when the characters are just stock that could be easily replaced with anyone else, without a particular background or personality attached to them except for the bare minimum that helps distinguish them from each other. This anime tries very hard to appear deep by long stares into the horizon and longer gaps of silence, but it only shows the depth of its foolishness. Frieren thus fails to add up to much in the end.

I must inform you here that I did not watch all of Frieren. No, that doesn't invalidate my point. If an anime is so unbearable that you can't bring yourself to finish it, then maybe it does deserve some criticism. Also, just as a movie that has murder happening all through it, and in the end those people that were seemingly killed turn out to have actually survived the murders, is not a movie about anything but murder, whatever might happen in those few left episodes that I haven't watched doesn't make too much difference for me as this anime has already spent enough time in the manner I described here for me to think of it like this and for it to be too late to redeem itself as far as I'm concerned.

Finally, I want to say it is just sad and frustrating for me to see such a flawed anime being glorified to the extent it has, as if all the anime of the past that were much better don't even exist, and Frieren is the best thing ever made (I suppose that's just another case of humanity's memory being refreshed every now and then, but anyway!) I believe Frieren doesn't deserve the acclaim it has received, and here I tried to persuade at least some of you of the same. Thanks for reading!

[koko-online]

On GW2's narratives

I maintain that the reason GW2's stories always fall flat (though some more than others cough SotO cough) is that we have almost no villains.

What parts of the story do people remember most fondly? LW1, PoF, and LW4 almost universally. Y'know, the parts that came to life because of Scarlet Briar, Balthazar, and Palawa Joko. I´d also add the tearjerker at the end of EoD and saying goodbye to Aurene, but that's not relevant to the point I'm going to make.

Remember in like 8th grade English class, when your teacher talked about conflicts in storytelling? It was probably something like this.

GW2 has opted almost universally for the bottom-right quadrant : Person vs. Nature. There's nothing wrong with that type of conflict. The dragons are a force of nature more than independent living things, and the Kryptis and Titans are about the same after all was said and done with them.

But those kinds of stories are almost antithetical to the power fantasy that most MMORPGs, including GW2, rely on. The only time in the history of this game where anything felt actively hostile was in HoT's open world. So we're just left there reacting to a quasi-mindless threat with no motivations, goals, or real personality, who we know for sure we're going to defeat because it's a video game designed to be beaten with minimal effort. If we wanted to call the antagonistic forces a "natural disaster", they would be the equivalent of a pretty mild rainshower. Not exactly a compelling story.

Before I move into villains, I want to address why Society and Self would also make uninteresting conflicts in this case. In both cases, it requires ANET to define our character's personality, goals, and convictions more than they already have. This leaves players feeling disconnected from any sort of potential narrative roleplay. Additionally, in the former's case, it would require ANET to make a profound political message, which I don´t think they are capable of.

That leaves us with Person vs. Person. Here's where villains come in.

Villain-centric stories are almost a cheat code for MMORPGs. Look at Lilith from FFXI, Shiro Tagachi and Khilbron from GW1, the Lich King from WoW, Emet Selch (everyone's favourite sexy grampa) and Zenos from FFXIV.

They allow you to tell a full and complete character-driven story without writing our characters for us or having to write them as cartoons so that they stand out (literally every one of our main party members in GW2). You're forced to define your character in comparison or contrast to the villain's aims, means, and/or convictions.

We found out later that Scarlet Briar was an agent of Modremoth, but at the time, we thought she was some batshit genius! We saw and reacted to the shit she was doing through the lens of trying to understand her. It made the world feel big and fragile and mysterious.

We met Balthazar as he deceived us, and we had to reckon with a god's view of life vs. our own.

Palawa Joko, I mean, nuff said, he's the best character writing we've ever had in this game and he was taken out of GW1. And he was played half for laughs!

When we don´t have strong antagonist writing, we're left with just a beige sea of allies who have no real philosophical underpinnings. Of course they're against the threat, it's killing them, what else? I don´t even know any of the SotO characters names because I can´t care about them. They're faceless randoms who simply act as agents of Isgarren. Okay. Who cares?

I am 1000000% certain that the writing team at ANET follows my inane tumblr blog closely, so please, take my advice and give us a mirror.

[messrsbyler]

when did mike realize he had feelings for will do you think?

okay so...

by the end of season 2 i think mike realized he saw will in a different light than the rest, which ofc has been obvious all along but in contrast to what he said in season 1 to dustin "well, you are my best friend too. all of you are. will too", after going through that traumatizing experience with will and living the very real posibility of losing will for good this time while he was so close and yet he couldn't do much to stop it from happening, i think something clicked in mike's brain. by the snow ball, i think mike has this notion that will is different, i don't know if he knows in which way, but will is especial for him. mike isn't sure what he feels when that girl asks will for a dance and when he sees the both of them together, but he does feel something (i mean the scene is paralleled with dusting seeing lucas and max dancing and compares their expression in the same shot while mike stares at will and that girl). but then el shows up and mike's attention shifts and he can shove those feelings and thoughts to the back of his mind.

by season three we see mike is actively drowning himself into his relationship with el and failing at finding at balance because, for the most part, he doesn't seem want to get that balance. he pushes his friends aside, for the most part, but will is the one member of the party that gets the most backlash from mike's behavior. this is because mike is trying to compensate with his relationship with el, checking the boxes of a normal teenager, rushing to grow up and have a normal summer, and the feelings that were stirred during the snow ball are getting in the way. i think mike is trying really hard to convince himself he is normal and these feelings don't exist for him. but, of course, they do, so mike keeps having contradicting actions throughout the season, pushing will away by his actions and words and then chasing after him, apologizing because he knows he fucked up and he doesn't want to fight with will or lose him in any way. so... mike wants to distance from whatever he might be feeling for will, pretending it isn't a thing, and that leads him to hurt will and push him away, only for mike to then regret it and want will back.

by the end of season three with the whole "because i love her and i can't lose her" fiasco, we learn mike is supposed to have these feelings (that have been pushed on him throughout the season by other characters, btw, just like it happened in season 1 with lucas and nancy), but then he can't say the words to el to her face even when they are in a life-or-death situation and have no guarantees of making it out. i think mike said it in the spur of the moment because he convinced himself that was the next step and maybe the one thing that would fix his crumbling relationship with mike, but the moment he let out the words he realized they felt wrong and maybe unfulfilling. then everything goes down, the byers are moving away along with el, mike and will have that little exchange where mike exposes in his own way his fear of losing will ("what if you want to join another party") and will reassures him that's "not possible", something clicks for mike again, just like in the end of season 2. and then el shows up, confesses he heard mike and that she loves him too, kisses mike and that click he felt with will... it's nowhere to be seen with el. and we get that "oh... oh no" expression after the kiss, then mike looking back at the byers house and then numbly hugging karen. by this point, mike knows. that feeling he gets with will, that one thing that set him apart in season 2, he knows now what it is. he has feelings for will, the type of feelings he is supposed to have for el, and now both will and el are going away, and he doesn't know what to do with himself or with the situation.

by season 4 mike has had about six months to deny these feelings to himself, which is definitely fueled by the bitterness and hurt he feels when he can't contact will and will doesn't try to contact him back. then he learns about the painting and this girl will supposedly likes through el's letter the day before he leaves for california, and it puts him on edge. i'm thinking mike worked hard to pushed down his feelings for him and fool himself into thinking they weren't a real thing, but then in the airport he gets jealous over the painting and angela (before he learns angela is el's bully), and then will is asking "what about us" and idk i think somewhere at that point mike's feelings for will just broke free and mike couldn't keep them down anymore, but he should, so he gets angry at will because it's not fair, and why is will calling him out here like he didn't try to call every day only to be met with a busy line? and why is will bitching at him over being a third wheel when he brought the painting to the airport? a painting that's for a girl he likes? and for the rest of the season mike simply knows for sure he has feelings for will, and he for sure gets hopeful at times, but then will uses el's name to talk about his feelings, and pushes mike to say i love you to el, and will wants them together so mike has no chances with will and this is what he is supposed to do, so the monologue happens and the world goes to shit because no one is being honest about their feelings. they are all lying and that gives vecna the upper hand.

WHEW! that was long but yeah, i think that's the timeline i resonate with the most. ofc their feelings for each other have always been there, since season one, developing into what we get in season 4

anyhow, thanks for the ask!

[rescuefield-a]

Is Neil really that bad for Claire tho?

i... can't tell if this is a crack ask or not lmao so i will give a few reasons anyway:

- first of all neil is even older than chris, and even though he and claire both in their 30s we can assume that neil has been leading the ngo for a whole lot longer than 2011 ( he moved after fbc was disbanded so he was around at least since 2004-2005 ) and had a very unprofessional relationship with claire specifically. i think lure her closer to him was always part of the plan but at some point it was just a somewhat real relationship kept hush from HR ( claire never says he's her boyfriend in front of any of the other terrasave members for instance, but every now and then she says stuff that earn some bombastic side eyes AT IT SHOULD )

- claire undermines his leadership in so many ways and while he never speaks on it he seems kinda annoyed. he pulls her aside in a corner to ask if she has any information on stuff he knows nothing about even though he's the leader of the organization and should have direct contact with washington. even on sejm island with all his little obstacles and shit, claire always comes through and rises above. the fact that he thought he could make deals with alex wesker and walk away with no repercussion already says everything about he's not as cut to be a leader as the people at terrasave thought and the other organizations probably caught on that too

- in the hq party scene claire looks slightly exhausted and miserable, and sure it might just be that the years of fighting are catching up on her but considering her last appearance before this whole ordeal is supposedly infinite darkness, the contrast is so stark. i might be biased on this but i will still blame it on neil lmao

- neil has ALWAYS done weird shit that people let slide in favour of keeping him as their leader. claire herself says that sometimes she doesn't understand him and what he does but he's just like that so yeah, which is bullshit excuse for her pretending not to see all the red flags leading to his betrayal. her judgement was clouded by many factors but ultimately being as close as they were, the fact that she never thought to investigate on him is disappointing ( for her ). at least considering her dating record, you know

- as far as affection and love go, at the end of the day neil was okay with claire dying on that island. or maybe he thought natalia wouldn't have worked and she would have been next. that rises a point of what would have happened next like, was he going to use uroboros and live forever with claire AND alex? he miscalculated everything clearly. the only moment he showed an ounce of affection to her when he tried to reach for her face while transforming just to shove her away ( a direct parallel to CV though steve did it better in my opinion )

- he proves to not know her at all by suggesting for them to rule together while turning into a BOW. claire had already checked out of their relationship the moment she saw alex infect him "as punishment", and after that things only got worse. he tried to kill moira which like, is also a big no no to claire for obvious reasons. claire is not power hungry, and fighting bioterrorism with BOWs is just not something she's interested in. her i love you to death switch apparently turns off so fast when she's not met with the idea of the relationship that lives in her head, we've seen it happen before so again it was naive of neil to even suggest that since she basically almost ended a years long friendship for similar reasons ( but that's a whole other story i think i have given enough reasons lol )

[wibble-wobbegong]

What do you think about Mike's relationship with Dustin vs Lucas (jumping off your top #5 Mike moments you want in s5, him coming out to Lucas and Lucas being who Mike is always trying to be but can't)?

the thing is with lucas vs dustin is that lucas has been established as super close to mike, much more so than dustin, and he’s always played into the role of unintentionally encouraging mike to be straight. dustin, on the other hand, hasn’t had nearly the same death given to his relationship with mike BUT in S4 we see dustin and mike much closer than we’ve ever seen them because they’re the only party members who haven’t branched off

i’m actually really excited to see where they take mike’s relationship with dustin in S5 because of that set up. they were both close with eddie in a way nobody else was and they maintained each other’s passion for DND but it doesn’t seem like they had a ton of super personal talks? when dustin describes mike’s reaction to not being able to reach the byers, he calls it whining which makes me think that mike was being more open with him but not in a way that made him emotionally vulnerable. right now, i think dustin has the most insight into mike’s life and i hope we see them turn to each other for comfort while grieving eddie. i’m not sure if that’ll end up happening, but i’m fairly certain that dustin is gonna be the one to break the news to mike and we’re gonna get a scene between them. my only worry there is that mike might try and isolate himself again

mike’s relationship with lucas as of the end of s4 is in a very different spot. lucas and mike are more divided than they’ve ever been because the unresolved conflict that was introduced at the start of the season, and right now mike is unaware of lucas no longer striving to be seen as normal. mike and lucas, despite how they would butt heads, often see eye to eye and have similar goals, but that stops in S4 and neither of them are understanding the sudden change. mike doesn’t understand lucas’ sudden want to be popular and lucas doesn’t understand why mike is okay with being bullied when we saw mike get a lot more shit in S1 than the other characters (though that may have been a little circumstantial)

dustin and lucas are sort of contrasting each other in mike’s life rn, as dustin was who he could turn to when he decided he wanted to accept himself and his freak (gay) nature but in the process he started losing touch with lucas who was continuing down that path they were walking together in S3. it’s sorta flip flopped in the way that dustin is actually more connected to mike’s return to the things that make him happy while lucas is connected to mike’s journey with his queerness.

really, i think those storylines are gonna look very different in S5 because the connecting factors mike has with dustin and lucas are very, very different but they’re both gonna be important for mike. they may not take up the whole season, but i think those are gonna be moments that impact mike in a way that makes him feel less alone for the first time in a long time

[diorjadore]

Bothered — Vinnie Hacker

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: Maybe the birthday boy should’ve finished what he started?

Warning/s: Angst, NSFW?, Language, Theme

Word Count: ~2.2k words

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It’s finally Vinnie’s special day! You were currently getting ready to go to his No Vacancy party down in Los Angeles when you saw him exiting his bathroom with only a towel draped around his waist. You eyed how his tattooed skin flexed because of his muscles, how prominent the dips on his stomach were, not to mention the newly adorned tattoo just at the bottom part of his right rib. You continued to glam at his computer desk with your makeshift setup, not wanting to sweat yourself in the bathroom while he was showering because the man loves hot showers. Plus, let’s just say you’d be tempted, and give in to said temptation, when you’re in there with him naked with just glass separating the two of you.

There was already a growing feeling in your stomach by how picturesque your boyfriend looked and you just wish for him to stop right now and get dressed because you both will never make it to the party his manager oh so graciously planned. You know Nick would kill him, well both of you, if the actual birthday boy wasn’t at his party.

“I can feel you staring, y’know,” Vinnie said with just a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

“Shut up. No, I’m not,” you said as you blushed your cheeks. Hopefully, this’ll cover up your actual redness?

“Hmmm, okay. Whatever you say, doll.” God, he just knows how to get you going. Nicknames like this will be the death of you.

“Quit teasing or else we won’t make it to your party,” you demanded but he was just a menace. He took slow strides towards you and you stopped your movements to look up at him.

“Maybe that’s what I wanna do right now, I don’t know, Y/n/n.” His fingers ghosted over your shoulder as chills crept up your spine. “I know you wanna get fucked against this table, baby.” He continued as he cupped your boobs through your baby tee. Your legs subconsciously parting, which wasn’t really a feat since you were wearing a micro miniskirt. He peppered sweet but sensual kisses to your neck as you tilted a bit to give him more room, his hand now squeezing it with his thumb swiping up and down. His other hand snaked its way down to your legs to part them even more as he inched his fingers closer to your core, his cold fingers a nice contrast to your heated middle.

“Vinnie…” you trailed off, eyes closing in the subtle pleasure. Even tiny actions like this send you off the rails and it’s taking too much of you to not give in.

“Just say the word, Y/n. They can always throw another party,” he cooed, voice dark and lustrous against your ear that you can feel the vibration from his lips.

He hitched your leg up so now your foot is resting on the edge of his table. You were completely sprawled out while Vinnie was still in his towel, his aching member begging to be freed and relieved. It was all completely up to you, even his continuous caressing of your ignited body. His large hand ghosted over your underwear and he felt how damp you were, already spoiling your panties. “So beautiful…” he trailed off.

“Fuck,” you said as you sucked in a breath, eyes closed to focus on the feeling. You let him continue with his actions as he now palmed your core, his middle finger just right on your slit. It didn’t help how you were wearing lingerie for later, which was when you actually intended to make love to him. But of course, he had other plans. His other hand squeezed your boob as you slightly recoiled and closed your legs all the while his hand still palming you down there.

“Fuck Vinnie, stop. We can’t,” you said in clarity as you gripped his forearm with all your strength, which wasn’t much because you were so weak from this forbidden pleasure. You shot straight up and opened your eyes, adjusting to the current situation, and made your way to the dresser to get new underwear but Vinnie stopped you.

“Nuh uh, princess. Keep wearing the one you have on now,” Vinnie said, looking at you up and down as if to torture you with your denial of him. Whatever. You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag, you won’t let this ruin the night. Plus, you were gonna get some later anyways someway somehow, it’s the boy’s birthday for goodness sake.

“Okay daddy,” you chirped and Vinnie slightly tensed. Two can play this game.

The ride was joyous given that Jett, Eamon, and Jack were all with you in Jack’s borrowed Range Rover because his Bronco broke, occasionally and randomly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to annoy Vinnie. He had his hand in between your thighs the whole time, his pinky finger sometimes teasing you just because he can. But when you wanted to take matters into your own hands by guiding him to your core, he suddenly became a prude and muttered, “Not here, Y/n.” to stop you when he’s the one at fault in the first place. What an asshole.

“I fucking hate you, Vincent,” you said as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. You really tried to be in high spirits tonight but with this constant teasing and denial, you were definitely bound to break. Vinnie ignored your statement and just decided to leave you be, not wanting to cause a scene and potentially ruin the night when it barely just began.

Alas, you were finally at the club, and Nick, Rafy, and the rest of the team managed to pull off yet another party for your boyfriend. After an hour into arriving at the scene, the crowd sang for Vinnie, and well wishes and gifts were received by the very smiley boy beside you. Like always, the two of you were pushed back to the side to avoid the middle space full of drunk, underaged, and sweaty fellow influencers. Your back was on Vinnie’s chest while your ass was perfectly in place on his crotch area, his hands lingering now and then on your thighs and hips, keeping you close, too close, to him as if he’s afraid people will come and steal him away from you.

“You having fun, babe?” You asked, turning over your shoulder to meet his eyes as he sipped on his beer. The place was so dark and intimate that it would take someone to stare at you both to see you.

“Yeah but I wanna go home though…” he trailed off. Yes, it’s a normal thing for the both of you to want to ditch everybody just so you could lounge in sweats and pizza.

“Just a little longer, yeah?” You smiled as you kissed his cheek making him grin and chastely kiss you on the lips. Even these little kisses were enough to spark that unfinished satisfaction within you and you bucked your hips back to cause some friction but Vinnie’s hands stopped you from going further.

“No.” Vinnie sternly said. “If you’re a good girl then you’ll wait, right baby?” He continued as he placed a kiss right behind your ear.

“Yes.” You hesitated to call him what he wants to be called since you’re in public.

“Yes, what?” Vinnie pressed on further.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Atta girl.” He relished in the fact that he has this hold on you.

“C’mon let’s dance,” he said as he pulled you to the dance floor. Now I think this is the appropriate time to grind against your boyfriend and it would be acceptable because it’s in a dance setting, right? Well, that’s exactly what you did. This is how you’re getting revenge. You swayed your hips on his middle when you had the chance as you danced to the music, letting all the frustrations out of your body. You brushed up to his hard member now and then, oh you’re so glad you’re dancing with, well against, the golden boy, the man of the hour.

“Easy, Y/n.” You heard him well enough even if it was just a whisper. You giggled and did quite the opposite as you enjoyed the fact that he can’t exactly control you here. A couple more hours of dancing, him DJing at the booth, pouring down shots with friends, and going crazy as ‘Gimme Gimme Gimme’ by ABBA and a few Britney songs played, you were spent. Luckily, the crowd was dying down and Vinnie wanted to leave as well.

You could barely walk out of the club so Vinnie opted to carry you instead. Unfortunately, this guy Vinnie met while playing Apex wanted to hitch a ride so he had to put you on his lap because it was already packed in the car. You were a giggling mess and had no grip on reality at the moment, it was embarrassing but it was understandable because you were wasted. To think you had more fun than the birthday boy…

“Vinnie, touch me please…” you whined and giggled. Vinnie’s whole body froze because you did not just say that in a tight space full of boys. “I’ve been good, right?”

“Please, Y/n, not here,” Vinnie begged. His face was beet red as he tried to contain you. You were sideways sitting on him but you threw your left leg over him so you were straddling the poor guy.

“I’ve been so good, daddy.” You tempted him. The air in the car was thick as the boys tried to look away to save both of your faces and to give you privacy (even if there was barely anything).

“No. We’re in public, baby.” He opposed again but you were restless. You started grinding your hips against him as your skirt rode up to your hips, Vinnie scrambling to put it down so they won’t see your underwear.

“Please, Vinnie. You didn’t let me cum earlier, I’m so horny.” A few stray tears escaped your eyes as the alcohol started to affect your emotions. You trailed kisses down his neck and felt up his toned chest.

“I’m still so wet…” shivers went up everybody’s spine when you said that and Vinnie sucked in a breath while one of the guys muttered “Jesus Christ” out of disbelief. Rightfully so because they never saw you act this needy, you were always Vinnie’s shy and good girlfriend.

Your boyfriend shot whoever that was a glare and begged the heavens, the universe, for the car ride to be over but you’re just barely getting out of LA. “I waited, I’ve been a good girl.”

“Please wait a little longer, baby.” Desperation was growing on Vinnie as he tried to stop whatever this borderline tantrum you’re throwing in front of everybody.

“Stop it, you’re humiliating yourself.” Vinnie sternly said with a shake to your body as if to snap you out of this state you’re in. His patience wearing thin.

“I don’t care, Vinnie. I want you so bad…” you whined as you continued your actions. He doesn’t know what to do with you right now and honestly, he just wishes for the earth to swallow him whole.

“Baby, please, we’re in a car with our friends.” He tried to reason out with your drunk ass but it wasn’t working. “Jett, drive faster for fuck’s sake.” He snapped.

“Let them watch, I bet they’d like that.” You slurred your words and a gasp left Vinnie’s mouth. He was shocked that you said that because he didn’t expect it at all, what happened to his good girl?

“No. And this is the last time I’m gonna say no. Stop it, I’m serious, Y/n.” He shifted your body around so you’re facing in front, careful to hide his hard-on. Because to be honest, he found it so sexy how much of a minx you’re acting right now.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself!” You huffed and spread your legs apart, well attempted to. This whole mess was his fault, if only he didn’t tease you or maybe it was alright that he did, he just didn’t finish what he started. What an asshole.

“Oh don’t you fucking dare.” He forcefully closed your legs and put a hand over your mouth to keep you from talking.

By some miracle, you were finally greeted by the big gates of the Hype House and Vinnie was so relieved. “Oh thank fucking God.” He said as the car stopped and he rushed to get the both of you out of there, throwing you over his shoulder.

You were giggling and shouting “yay” when your cloudy eyesight saw the familiar staircase and you knew you were finally getting what you wanted. There are a lot of scenarios that can happen tonight; the first is him edging you, the second is him fucking you to oblivion, and the third is him completely denying you. And of course, you wished for the first two.

He threw you over his shoulder down to the bed as you looked up at him, seeing him lock the door. You spread your legs apart (for the nth time tonight) and began to tease yourself through your underwear. Vinnie saw what you were doing and swatted your hand away, removing you of your skimpy clothes. “No, princess. We’re gonna do things my way.” He chillingly said as he reached for the box containing your very few toys and got the handcuffs. You knew you were locked in for the whole night.

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Author’s Note: Hello! I’m back hehe and I wanna get into writing again so here’s a half-baked but overly-checked angsty fanfic for u guys. Honestly dk if i did good so spare me HAHAHA will add the smut tag bc thats been rotting for so long i think?

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

[everafterkeiji]

Its my birthdayyyy 😈 i just turned 14 lol my sister got the coronavirus so i really cant go out on my birthday so i just have to stay home all day 🙋‍♀️ can i pleaseee request toman boys preparing a birthday party for y/n cuz she did alot and helped them sooo they just wanna do something nice for her ig? Sorry if its too much u can ignore this request

my darling, happy birthday!! happy 14th to u bub, enjoy ur day, ok? i fell asleep and woke up really late for my class so I'm sorry if i ended up posting this on the 16th but i hope u and ur sister are doing okay and ur day was well spent! thank u so much for requesting and stay safe always, we gon celebrate this together yep (･ω･)つ⊂(･ω･) <33

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘

PAIRINGS: Toman x gn! reader

GENRE: fluff fluff fluff, humor, (not proofread cuz i got so sleepy)

- Two days before your birthday, Hakkai was the first one to alarm the gang about it, not even realizing that he let out a secret a little too late but they knew they shouldn't spare a single moment to take it to their advantage. "You guys have any plans for the weekend? I'm shit bored all the time." Peh-yan sighs and Mitsuya eyes him.

"Right, the 15th, huh? That's Y/N's birthday." Hakkai calmly states, in contrast to the two who were sharing concerned and startled expressions now that they had to rush a plan. "Wait what?"

"THIS SATURDAY?"

- The hectic schedule begins with Mitsuya sending an emergency text to their group chat, calling on their cells to let them in on this new found information and everyone seems to blame Hakkai, much less to blaming themselves for not even thinking about it at the first. "You could've told us sooner." Mikey scolds and they nodded their heads to his words. "Well—I thought all of you knew? What are we gonna do about it now?" And sharing the same links to their worry, they all shift their gaze to Mitsuya who already took part in expecting that they'd name him the handler for the event.

"Fine, I'll plan it and shit but everyone will help out. Not just me and Draken, alright?"

"Hell yeah! Let's do this for Y/N!" Chifuyu cheers which causes the rest of them to follow his glee at how ready they were to succeed with this.

- The sectioning of the plan starts by Mitsuya separating them by their abilities. He sticks to the division members and captains but for other instances, he's composing a team of three from different teams. "Smiley, Pehyan, and Baji—you three need to deny everything if they ask about what's going on, keep them distracted too—make sure Y/N doesn't even begin to think about it, okay?"

"Understood, boss!"

- The next day, those same boys were acting like stealthy undercover agents when someone brings up what you were going to do. They're invested on your answer all the way through. "Nothing strikes my mind for now but I'd like to spend it with the guys." You responded with a smile, a subtle imagination of the fun it contained if it turned into reality. Raising an eyebrow, Peh-yan scoffs while you walked his way and he half panics when he failed to construct his words.

"Oh, hey!" You greeted them, a bit curious to why those two were in your class. "You need something?" You asked them but Smiley let's out a chuckle. "None of your business." Baji says with a slight aggression to his voice as he receives a slap to the back, courtesy of the oldest Kawata twin.

"You suck at this." Peh-yan whispers. "Well uh, I'll see you then." You bid them good-bye and the curiosity sinks to you but you choose to pay not as much attention to it for now.

- "Draken, Chifuyu, and I will take care of the decor. Can any of you cook?" Mitsuya questions, eyes switching to every member while they shrug. The silver haired boy sighs, running a hand to his face at how he's carrying everything. "We can pitch in for the cake so you don't have to worry about it." Draken suggested and they nodded at his offer.

"I don't trust anyone else in the kitchen anyway."

- Mikey, Souya, Hakkai, and Takemichi were in charge of buying whatever the party leaders needed to have. Strolling in the mall with balloons in their paper bags, some streamers, and confetti bombs—they didn't really expect to see you sipping on your coffee with a bag of your own while your eyes dart to them and suddenly they were all pushing each other to detect who'd be able to lie the best. Their leader walked as far as he could and the three other chickens were left to hand the carry ons from one person to another. Unfortunately, Souya was the chosen one to converse with you.

"It's nice to see you here, Angry." You send him a smile but with the banter behind him, he horribly panics and covers your eyes, a kick to Hakkai for them to run and the two obey, scramming as the blue haired twin's chest began to pant.

"Souya? Is everything okay?" You asked him when he lowered his hand. He shakes his head in response while you tilt your head, blank spaces filling your mind at his bizarreness.

"Y-yeah! BYE BYE!" He simply walks out in shame.

- "I don't want to talk to, Y/N. We're avoiding them as much as possible, remember?" Takashi reminds, sewing for the banner with a needle in his mouth. Unbeknownst to them, you stood outside their room right where your name had been mentioned. Clutching the strap of your bag, you stopped in your step, taking a peak to Peh-yan and Mitsuya who were the only ones inside.

"Avoiding?" You whispered to yourself but Ryohei sees your figure and nudges on the person beside him. Both of you shared a glance until that same boy comes in front of you, hands on either side of your shoulders. "Peh?"

"Y/N-chan! Nope we're closed, Mitsuya's busy!" He ushers before shutting the door right to your face out of panic all over again which leads the president to be worried of your reaction. Though, when he opens the door, you're gone in a flash.

- The next day, the word has gone out that you've been suspicious of their doings and they're even more pressured to maintain the secret because you're asking them if they needed some sort of help when you see them but all they do is excuse themselves. "What's wrong with them today?" You asked, your back slumping from your lack of conversation with him. Since then, you did avoid Mitsuya for the mean time because of the homeroom incident, to which he absolutely feels guilty about.

"I think Y/N is getting the wrong idea. They probably think they did something wrong." He states. "We need to hurry up or else."

- The boys continue on—working extra hard even if they were facing arguments by a dozen of hours. "What if Y/N's allergic?" Souya asks, looking at the cake. "They're not... right?" His brother hinted. "Shit, I don't know!"

"Can you aim it higher? A little more to the left—no too much—stay—more to the side please!" Takemichi orders Chifuyu who was groaning from the arm strain. "Oi, let's switch! My arms hurt so much!"

"Okay so when Y/N comes in do we bomb the confetti the moment they walk in?" Mikey questions and Draken shakes his head. "They're gonna choke from all the paper."

- It is slightly concerning when the Kawata twins were suddenly paying for your snacks, giving each a critique just to know if you were allergic to anything. "How's that one taste like?" Souya asks.

"It's okay, the flavor is...average, I guess." You observed while the two share a glance, mentally cursing when they realized it was majority of the flavor they got for you.

"More food for Y/N!"

- There were stupendous remarks, often made by Takemichi and Chifuyu just to get a reaction out of you. "I sure don't like...metallic stuff!" Raising an eyebrow, you turned to the duo and with a pen ready to write, Chifuyu squints his eyes to you.

"What is your opinion on color? Do you like it scattered or-"

"Is this an interview?"

- You're more persistent in what they were up to but it does pain you that you resembled a plague at how they kept their distance around you. Draken tries to assure you everyone else is busy with a Toman meeting but you weren't updated on anything. It was a clear lie for the rest, especially Peh-yan and Souya who were jittery and too obvious. Smiley and Baji were the only ones capable of holding out until the end, keeping the conversation fresh without the mention of your birthday.

- Still, they really want to make this a special day for you. Because of everything you've done for them to respect them and defend them when needed, a display of gratitude is what you deserve. "I don't want Y/N to feel like we're ignoring them too much but I'm excited to see their reaction though." Takashi had a proud smile on his face now that the full view of the set up looked so much better than the rough first day. Chifuyu was panting beside him from taping all the balloons from multiple walls and Draken wipes his sweat who was done putting the rest of the banner on the high parts.

"Y/N's gonna love this!" Takemichi hypes up from behind. "Not bad. How are we gonna lure them in?" Baji asks.

"Maybe it should be Mikey." Hakkai suggests and the blonde disagrees. "I'll mess it up. Now that all of this is set up, can we talk to Y/N? Maybe they'll be out after school and we'd never know." Their leader proposes.

"I'll do it. I owe an apology to them anyway." Mitsuya volunteers which relieved the others for the task.

- Much to their excitement for your actual birthday, you ended up avoiding them in return. The last two days felt like they pushed you away for a reason and it's taking a toll on you at how clueless you were. When the second division tried to approach you, you ended up turning to a different hall, purposely throwing off his direction which strikes him. "What's going on?" He whispers to himself and the next couple of minutes were spent trying to catch your attention.

The moment you do look at each other, mans is terrified. There's a chill cascading from his lower back to his nape at how closed off you were and it dawns on him that the whole situation of avoiding you ended up on the bad side of their decisions. "Oh shit." He cusses.

- "H-hey, Y/N!" Hakkai greets you with a nervous smile and you could only give a bow to him, eyes intent on the floor as cold sweat drops from him. "Okay bye Y/N!" Peh-yan then, out of the many instances he's slipped up, took the opportunity by grabbing your hand.

"I promise—this time I really have something to show you."

- You were quiet for the rest of the trip, they decided that it was best for you have a blindfold on which doubles your anxiety of where you were going anyway. It doesn't help that they kept murmuring and the more you took a step, the more you dreaded waiting for them to greet you. "Okay, stand there, we'll let go." Hakkai informs you as you shake your head. "Wait—don't leave!" You cried and that was when no one else surrounded you.

Until a voice spoke, "Take of your blindfold, Y/N!"

- And as the fabric drops to you nose, your eyes were mesmerized by the sudden flash of light, surrounding the entire room. The decorations were well organized and a big banner that said happy birthday with a table filled with meals and gifts, even party hats with toy trumpets to celebrate. You covered your mouth out of shock, your heart not even letting it sink into you that this was the reason they've been avoiding you for a while. The words that ring in your moment of awe was, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" From all of the main captains and founding members of Toman.

Though, the confetti bomb didn't exactly blow up after they said it and Mikey was struggling so hard on pulling the object. "I can't do it." He complains while you let out a laugh. As a joke, Baji turned his gaze to you.

"Hey, Y/N? You think you can walk in again and let's do a retake?"

"Oh absolutely." You giggled at their inconvenience before obeying the long haired boys demands, walking in with a brighter smile than the first time and another chorus of happy birthday resonates through the building as the sound of the confetti finally working mixes with it. A rain of colorful strings and papers poured on all of you while you ran to them, catching them in an embrace.

- After hearing their plan with a couple of apologies here and there, you couldn't stop smiling and laughing at their stories of how close they were to giving in especially when you ignored them. "So? This was all the big fuss about?" You asked Mitsuya as he bids you a nod with a hand to your shoulder. "If it's all for you then it's worth it."

Mikey then brings in the cake, lit up in the amount as your age and they urge you to stand up. "We're thankful that you're here Y/N. We thank you for everything that you've done for us and we had a lot of fun planning this entire day out for you to enjoy, so, why don't you make a wish and let's begin your party!" He spoke with a smile to you and your heartbeat fastens at how lucky you were to be treated by such amazing friends.

They started to sing the classic happy birthday song, Peh-yan and Angry's voice casually above the others but they had to match that energy so even when the song was meant to be slow, the anticipation and rest they got now that everything was settled brought even more warmth to the room and a kick in the rhythm.

Closing your eyes as a wish is said in your mind, you blew the candle and with a few more embraces, they all began to cheer,

"Happy birthday, Y/N!"

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[writingwithcolor]

Hi, I’m writing a story with an underground organization that covers up and researches supernatural events.. I wanted one researcher to be Jewish, and eventually become one of the directors of the organization. However, I wasn’t sure if that would tie into the conspiracy theory of a Jewish organization controlling the world.

I’d like to note, the organization itself isn’t necessarily Jewish, but she is. Is there anything I could do to make that difference more apparent to the audience? Or should I just not make the character Jewish?

Jewish character becomes leader of secret organization that covers up supernatural events

In an office comedy or police procedural, when there’s one lone Jewish character in the cast whose Jewishness only comes into play in contrast to their ambiently-culturally-Christian castmates, it’s a little underwhelming as representation goes, but this is an example of how transplanting a trope into a new context can give it new life. By emphasizing that this castmember is Jewish, you’re reminding your audience that the majority of the people in the secret organization are not, so having an explicitly Jewish character actually helps counteract the sense that the organization is being coded Jewish. Good job!

That said, here are some ways to make sure you’re hitting the mark:

Mention the beliefs or cultural traditions of her coworkers, at least in passing. Does one of them wear a necklace of a saint? Does one of them wear a turban or hijab? Does someone have an overbearing Evangelical mother or have to hurry to make it to confession? Include those to make it clear that you are not coding everyone as Jewish.

Include Jewish characters who AREN’T part of the organization. If she’s got Jewish family members or belongs to her synagogue sisterhood, show her lying to them about what she does for a living. That kind of lie is uncomfortable perhaps and might be seen as a betrayal of trust by a Jewish character who thought they knew her well, but it’s not sacreligious, and would emphasize that the other Jewish characters are not involved in any kind of conspiracy and wouldn’t be okay with it if they knew that she was. 

If you’re up for the research and she’s a central enough character, include some mention of what her Jewishness means to her: what she loves, what she struggles with, and what she’s less familiar with than she’d prefer to be. She can find meaning in her work or justify actions she’s uncomfortable with through a Jewish lens, but only if it’s clear that her Jewishness is something she’s mapping onto her not-inherently-Jewish job, and she has Jewish meaning in things her job doesn’t touch.

It’s probably fine for her to get promoted, but avoid implying that she’s promoted due to nepotism or for reasons other than her own hard work, and always make sure she has an explicitly not-Jewish and not-Jewish-coded boss above her who is not unusually knowledgeable about or solicitous toward her Jewishness. For instance, let her say how hard a time she had getting the fall holidays off, or how annoying it is to attend a company pre-Christmas party when Chanukah has been over for two weeks. In short, make sure to show that she continues to have the irritations and difficulties of a Jewish person in a culturally-Christian-dominated workplace, and that most characters don’t.

- Meir

Tiny addition: one thing that already helps it not evoke that specific antisemitic stereotype is that the secret organization some people think we have, has the goal of power and control, not covering up supernatural stuff which is more… neutral? Like it’s not a “power hungry” reason. I know that sounds like splitting hairs but it does matter. However, taking Meir’s suggestions into mind is still a good idea.

-- Shira

Ask published Oct 2021

[veryholland]

prompt #20 from the list! “bandaging/stitching up an injury” maybe with frat!tom getting into a fight or punching a guy from getting too close to the reader at a party? 🤍

sorry i’m spamming ur inbox lol ;p

PEACHY

pairing: frat!tom x reader | word count: 992 | warnings: mild injuries | touch prompts

a/n: liv! thank you so much for requesting this. i planned on writing requests in the order they were submitted but i really couldn't put off yours any longer. more or less by coincidence, this includes @spidey-sophie's request (17: holding the other's chin up) as well, so i hope you don't mind that i combined those! enjoy reading! x

“What the hell, Tom? Do you want everyone to know?”

With a heavy thud, the door of the upstairs bathroom slams shut behind you. The bass of the music can still be heard through the wooden surface but it might as well be the sound of your heart thumping against your ribcage. Inside, the air smells clean. Gone is the unpleasant smell of sweaty bodies grinding against each other and spilt beer. Drawing in a calming breath through your parted lips, you turn around, finally facing him.

You never intended to get involved with a frat boy. In fact, just a year ago you would’ve laughed straight into anyone’s face who even suggested diving into a relationship with a member of the frat – that was until Tom happened.

Whatever it was that the both of you shared, it was hidden away from plain sight. Concealed behind closed doors and treasured beneath sheets.

In the beginning, it was all fun and games. The exhilarating buzz of hiding your infatuation with each other – sneaking into the frat house after curfew to spend just a few treasured hours together, exchanging texts during class when none of your friends were looking and holding back when all you wanted to do was smile at him across the hallway.

All fun and games – until it wasn’t anymore. Looking at his battered and bruised face, you now realise it only led to trouble.

A frown is holding tight over his features, his muscular chest rising and falling with rapid breaths and his grey shirt is rumpled. A few curls are sticking out from beneath his cap, the frat logo woven into its dark blue fabric now almost taunting you. But what draws in your gaze the most, is the nasty cut on his cheek and another one tearing right through his rosy and plump bottom lip.

“Sit down, I can’t look at this,” you say, not even trying to downplay the sharp timbre of your voice. After gathering your hair up into a messy but nowhere near decent bun, you turn to the cabinet, rummaging through drawers in search of a first aid kit.

“No need to fuss, I told you, I’m fucking fine.”

Frustration is clearly layering his words but they are closely followed by a defeated sigh as he slumps down onto the bathtub’s edge.

Pushing around a few toiletries, you finally spot a small bottle of disinfectant and take it out with a short but triumphant hum, before putting it next to the gauze pads you found just a couple of drawers below. After gathering it all in your hold, you close the drawer with a kick of your foot and turn back around just to be met with a sight that pulls heavy at your chest.

His head hung low, Tom is cradling the already peachy and bruised knuckles of his right hand in his left palm, shoulders slumped, gaze fixed onto the ground.

“You would be fine if you hadn’t punched him.” Your voice was now remarkably softer compared to how all of this started out, but you still couldn’t drop the bitter connotation.

Charged silence wraps itself around you as you step closer. For a moment you put the bottle of disinfectant onto the bathtub’s edge, using your free hand to remove his baseball cap, allowing you to get a proper look at his cuts. Your gentle touch is a prominent contrast to your clear irritation as your fingers find his chin, tilting it up slightly.

Once your eyes meet his honeycomb ones – the dark brown colour laced with something unrecognisable – his legs subconsciously part, allowing you to step closer in order to fittingly tend to his wounds.

“This is gonna hurt,” you warn softly, waiting for his nod of confirmation before continuing. Your hand is still cradling his chin as you use the other to dab the gauze pad over the peachy skin around the bruise that now finally stopped bleeding. His eyes flutter shut and a hiss flies past his lips, but he doesn’t flinch away from your touch.

You feel his eyes on you as you work around his face in silence and although you’re still mad, you can’t help but calmly smooth the pad of your thumb over his skin whenever the stinging sensation makes him draw in a sharp breath.

The tip of your tongue pushes past your parted lips in concentration as you dab along the curve of his lip with the last bit of sterile gauze. You turn around to pick up a new pad but his fingers curl around your wrist, effectively stilling your movements.

“I do,” he says, filling the silence, his voice soft and unsure, barely audible. Eyebrows drawn together in confusion, you look down at him.

“I do,” he repeats, voice now layered with more tenacity. “I want everyone to know.”

He stands up, completely ignoring your protests, but you fall silent when his uninjured hand comes up to twist a strand of your hair around his finger and his eyes connect with yours once more, fueling the churning attraction in your belly.

“I want everyone to know that this is about more than just a stupid brawl between frat bros.” He takes a step forward.

“I want everyone to know that when you return to the dorms past curfew, it’s because we couldn’t stop watching love island episodes on my laptop.” Another step.

“I want everyone to know that the hickeys you get asked about by your friends are the marks I put onto your skin.”

„I want everyone to know about you and me.“

He’s been slowly backing you up against the door, hands now braced on either side of your head as your heart picks up speed with every single one of his passing words. Tom pauses, drawing in a deep breath before speaking up again, the timbre of his voice now remarkably soft and airy.

“I want everyone to know that I am in love with you, y/n.”

okay so, here’s that :D getting back into writing really is an unmatchable feeling and i had so much fun writing this. i’m slowly finding my way back into the flow but yeah, let me know if you liked it! tips are always welcome! sending lots of hugs x

[leafs-lover]

think maybe we could see what that looked like 😀

A/N: This is set back when Tia & Auston were dating in Zurich, right before Christmas, you don't need to be following the fic to understand this piece

Warnings: smut under the cut (18+), swearing, mentions of D*nald Tr*mp (literally just says his name once, no other discussion of him, but still)

Running a comb through her hair, Tia pulls her chestnut locks back, away from her face and begins to wash off her makeup. It was a long day. She spent the morning training a new staff member, someone who has zero experience with brewing coffee and even less with operating a cash register. Then she had to rush home to get ready for the annual Military Christmas party her dad was hosting.

Everybody was smiling, some were drinking, but most on assignment tend to limit their alcohol consumption. A lot of conversations on military spending, politics - the upcoming presidential primaries. Donald Trump. Hillary Clinton. Their names were said every few minutes from different parts of the room.

Not the most exhilarating topics for an eighteen year old fashion major. In a sea of uniformed officers or some plain neutral coloured suits, Tia stands out. But she always has around Paul's military colleagues.

Some asked where her boyfriend was, to which she would smile and tell them he was in Helsinki preparing for the World Juniors. Others had no idea she had a boyfriend, and she would pull out her phone and show them a picture, telling them about Auston. It only made her miss him more. She hasn't seen him for almost a week, and likely won't for another ten days, until he returns in the New Year.

"Hi Aus," Tia huffs, accepting the FaceTime. The laughter and Christmas music getting muffled as Tia shuts the door.

"That's not a happy hi," he grins.

"I hate these things, they are so stuffy and proper. Military personnel aren't the liveliest bunch," Tia explains.

"I guess that's fair," Auston laughs. Turning on the bedside lamp, a faint whine tumbles from her lips when she sees him - wearing nothing. Well no shirt, he likely has on a pair of boxers or track pants on, but the screen cuts off just below his belly button, revealing the newly gifted chain that contrasts his toned chest. "You okay?" his eyebrow quirks.

"Yeah, I just wish you were here," her voice is needy.

"Same babe, it's just a few weeks though."

"Too long," Tia pouts.

"I know." Running his hands through his hair, Auston sighs. "Is that what you’re wearing to bed?"

Still in her party attire, red sequin tank, tucked into fitted black pants. The jacket she wore hangs off the back of her chair, shoes tucked back into the closet.

"I was about to get changed when you called," she chuckles.

"Don't stop on my account," he quirks an eyebrow, a flirtatious smirk spreading on his face.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she teases.

"Yes." He is very fast in his response. "Obviously."

Blushing, Tia puts her phone on the bedside table and grips the hem of her tank. Auston watches through hooded lenses as she pulls it off, tossing it out of view. A muttered curse word comes through the speaker, his eyes taking in the sight of her, a black lace bra, and a contrasting white ribbon in the valley of her perky breasts.

Toying with him for a second, Tia runs her hand over the fabric, gently cupping her breast, moaning at the contact. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he shifts on the bed, releasing a deep exhale when she teeters with the fabric, tugging it to reveal her swollen nipple.

"T," Auston whines.

"So impatient." Giggling, Tia reaches around and unclasps her bra, letting her breasts bounce free from their confines. Standing up, her thumbs hook under the waistband of her pants, but she wastes no time pulling them down her thighs along with the black lace that she once wore.

Dark eyes trail over her body, a string of curse words getting louder when she turns to give him a brief glance of her ass, only to turn back around and wink at him. Auston's eyes are on fire, taking in every swell of her body, his arousal mounting in his boxers.

"Are you," he swallows harshly, mouth starved of all moisture. "Are you going to put on pajamas or...?" his eyes are locked on her.

"Do you want me to?" she edges.

"No," he breathes out.

"What do you want me to do?" she bats her eyes innocently.

"Touch yourself," Auston instructs, "I want you to touch yourself."

"Yeah?" she quirks her eyebrow, climbing back onto her bed.

"Touch yourself like I would."

Adjusting the camera to give him a proper view, she spreads her legs, wide, showcasing the slick that has been developing. Pushing the duvet down, Auston shoves his boxers down his legs, wrapping his hand around his length.

Toying with her slit, soaking her fingers in the moisture, she slides two fingers in. A breathy moan catches in her throat, matching the one coming from the speaker as his dick twitches in his hand. It's slow, dragging her fingers in and out of her heat, careful to hit that spot deep inside. Her orgasm starts to bubble low in her core.

"Don't forget your other hand baby," his voice is low and husky, "bring it to your boob."

Tia is quick to oblige, rolling her pebbled nipple between her thumb and index finger, her eyes involuntarily fluttering closed. Desire pools in his stomach, a desire to be the one touching her. His thumb spreads the beads of precum over his bulbous tip, watching as her two fingers continue to fuck in and out of her dripping heat.

"T, baby, open your eyes," Auston pleads. "You know I like to watch you."

Snapping her eyes open, her entire body gets hot, watching his large hand easily work over his erection, tugging himself closer and closer to his high.

"Good," he praises. "Touch your clit babe, I know you need it."

"Fuck," she whines, a shiver running up her spine at how well he knows her. Her legs kick out slightly when her thumb finds the bundle of nerves, starting with a few slow circles then gradually increasing the pace.

"God I wish that was me," Auston groans, watching her hips rise and toes curl. Her breathing is erratic, moans becoming louder, scattered as the bubbling in her core begins to overflow. A deep thrust, followed by another and one final roll of her nipple sends her over the edge.

Sinking against the wall behind her, a bead of sweat trickles between her breasts and down to her stomach. Her pussy quivers and a sharp moan spills from her lips, a rush of warmth spilling out around her digits.

Forcing her eyes to the screen, she watches Auston. Wide eyed and full of desire, muttering curse words as she brings herself through her release. A few more tugs and ropes of thick white cum spurt out, coating his stomach as he pumps himself dry.

"Shit," Auston pants, falling into the warmth of his bed, careful to not spill the mess to the comforter. "I can't wait 'til I get to be the one to do that."

"Same baby," Tia giggles breathily.

[sandbees]

Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.

Well, let me put in some headcannons then:

Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.

So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.

So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“

And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.

Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:

Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”

Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.

I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”

Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.

Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!

Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.

But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.

He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.

Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.

Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...

Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.

I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.

Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.

Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.

That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.

This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?

Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!

Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.

It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”

Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???

Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!

And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.

Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.

Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.

Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.

What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.

Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother” dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.

Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.

He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-

Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.

So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)

Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.

They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)

Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.

Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.

Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.

Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)

Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.