#i will attack those mods on sight

[queenbol-of-baldurs-gate]

I'm telling you now, if I see any "Pretty [Insert NPC Name]" mods on Nexus, and all it does is remove all wrinkles, acne scars, pores, eye bags and slaps on some generic fucking makeup, I will bite somebody and turn into a complete hater in the comments. This is not a threat, it's a promise.

[brickmvster]

new look [leon kennedy x gn!reader]

(fanart in the middle from tanya.gavva on instagram)

synopsis: leon kennedy grows out his hair for the first time in a long time... and you cherish every moment of it.

word count: 1,190

tags: long haired re4r leon, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff and cute domestic stuff, slice of life, short and sweet

author's note: ya'll know those long hair leon kennedy mods. yeah. yeah those. thank the modders for inspiring me to write this. 😭😭😭 (seriously he is so beautiful with long hair i am Crying)

as per usual, this was posted at a time when i should be sleeping lol. this has been proofread but some grammatical errors may have still slipped by me. apologies in advance, any and all mistakes are mine!

please enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated.

(this has been crossposted on ao3)

Sometimes, Leon goes quite some time without hearing from the government. On the rare occasion he gets extended breaks, he gets a little lazy when it comes to keeping his hair short. Short hair stays out of Leon's face, and prevents any evil residents from grabbing it when he's on missions, but when he doesn't have any hostile enemies to fight and he spends most of his time with you, he likes to let it grow just a little bit – after all, it's nice to save some money on haircuts and it gets some pretty entertaining reactions out of you.

When you first noticed Leon's longer hair, you didn't comment on it; you assumed that he'd cut it fairly quickly. But several days had passed, and his hair only grew longer, much to your surprise (and delight). You brought it up to him one night while he was helping you cook dinner, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his eyes.

"Are you growing out your hair?" You had asked him. Leon looked away, almost in a shy manner that you found absolutely adorable.

"Yeah… I know it's unusual of me to keep it this long but it's been a while since my last mission and I haven't really felt like going to the barbershop, so…" he trailed off, running his fingers through the locks in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

There was a bit of silence before Leon spoke again. "Do you like it?" He asked you, to which you could only chuckle in response, walking over to him and running your own fingers through the strands before letting your arms rest on his shoulders, playing with the hairs on his nape.

"Leon Kennedy. Is that even a question?" You replied incredulously. Leon just smiled, chuckling softly as he placed his large hands on your waist. The two of you leaned in and shared a sweet kiss, momentarily forgetting about dinner altogether.

Leon eventually pulled away first, but his face remained close enough to yours that you could still feel his breath on your lips. Your fingers were still playing with his hair tenderly as your eyes admired the gorgeous sight directly in front of you.

Leon had always been handsome – that was just a known fact. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Leon Kennedy is attractive as all hell. But with the way his long hair was framing his face, you were falling in love all over again.

"Somehow you've gotten even more beautiful. I didn't even think that was possible." You teased, tucking some hair behind his ear.

"You're really loving this, aren't you?" Leon playfully asked, grinning warmly at you.

"To say that I'm loving this is a massive understatement – I am obsessed." you said with a smirk, saying the words against Leon's lips before pressing yours against his once more, this kiss a bit more passionate than the first one and making you feel light-headed in the best way possible, butterflies viciously attacking your stomach as Leon still somehow managed to sweep you off your feet years into the relationship.

Leon tried to pull away again after several minutes of lazily making out in the middle of the kitchen, but every time he tried you would chase his lips, never keeping your mouths separated for longer than a second.

"Baby," Leon whispered against your lips, and eventually you leaned back, but not without great reluctance.

Leon just kissed your cheek. "We should probably get back to preparing dinner, yeah?" He asked. With a pout, you nodded.

"Right." You said, remembering the poor vegetables that still needed cutting.

Before you turned your attention back on cutting vegetables though, you stepped back and took in Leon's now messy hair after your fingers had run through the strands a million times, giggling to yourself quietly. It looked like a cute little bird's nest.

"God, I am going to be all over you." You muttered under your breath. But your boyfriend's trained government agent ears picked up on your words.

"Aren't you always all over me already?" He replied, teasingly.

You added the chopped vegetables into a boiling pot as you responded. "Well, yes. But even more now. Watch out." You threw a wink his way, and Leon just rolled his eyes, but couldn't fight the fond smile from taking over his lips.

Eventually, the two of you got back into the tranquility of cooking, moving around each other almost as if dancing in harmony, a comfortable quietness filling the kitchen. At some point, though, when the food was simmering and you began cleaning up the kitchen, Leon had left for a moment. You didn't think anything of it, assuming he just needed to be off of his feet for a bit.

But then he came back, his silky blonde hair pulled into a small ponytail, some of the more disobedient strands framing his face in the most endearing way. You were wiping the counter when you suddenly froze, your face feeling as warm as the pot of stew on the stove as you shamelessly ogled at your boyfriend's good looks.

Leon sensed your staring, quickly meeting your gaze. "Something on your mind?" He asked playfully.

You wanted to throw your wash cloth at his ridiculously charming face. "Leon. You look so adorable right now. I'm going to explode."

Leon chuckled. "Please, don't. The counter will get dirty again."

You walked over to him, hitting him gently with the washcloth still in your hand before surprising him with a chaste kiss against his lips.

Eventually, dinner was served, and after the two of you ate, it was about time for bed. You both did your usual nightly routines before jumping into your shared bed, holding each other close. Leon was usually the big spoon, as per your request on most nights, but you weren't passing up the opportunity to hold his head close to your chest and to run your fingers through his soft strands.

Leon hummed contentedly, and it was so quiet you almost didn't catch it; but you did, and the sound instantly brought a smile to your face.

"That feels nice, sweetheart." He said lazily, as he was very obviously trying to fight sleep.

This man will be the death of me, you thought.

"It does?" You asked. Leon nodded.

"Mhmm." Was all he replied with, melting into your touch once more.

Some silence passed, the two of you on the very edge of being pulled into the embrace of a deep slumber, but not for long as you expressed one more thought that had entered your mind.

"You know, with your hair this length, I got some style ideas…"

"Oh yeah?" Leon replied groggily.

"Yeah. I have to see you in pigtails."

Leon's half open eyes were now fully open at your comment. A sharp laugh escaped you immediately.

"Leon, please. Do it for me?"

He shook his head, laughing along with you. But the next morning, he let you put his hair into two cute pigtails with a couple of your hairties. And of course, you took photos.

[tikiloowho]

QSMP Purgatory Thoughts

I have a lot of thoughts regarding the current arc for QMSP. I also main the team BOLAS???!? POV but as an insane individual I have seen the vod's and watch multiple teams POV's at the same time. So take all of this with a grain of salt. It's not that deep and I have absolutely no malice towards any of the CC's. Purgatory is not meant to be easy, it's meant to be harsh. People will not act in a fashion that they usually would in this environment and condemning them as terrible individuals is extremally short sighted and wildly unnecessary. No-one deserves a hate raid just because they decided to attack someone elses favorite CC. Makes no sense. That being said, I think people are collectively undermining the weight of the actions (in rp) done to team red on the first day. The first day in purgatory team red was SLAMMED. From being slain by friends to being spawn killed, to having bodies looted and homes ransacked, team red somehow kept getting the brunt of the focus. This was not intentional of course but it kept happening. ( Notably, team red has some of the least experienced players when it comes to playing minecraft itself along with the most players with the lowest chance of coming online at ALL during the event. However. This team also has some of the veteran players and have some of the most consistent players. This balances them out when it comes to the other teams who are better at PVP and better at Modded minecraft, respectively. ) The events of day one set the tone for red teams response to every single action the other teams took from that point forwards. They tried talking to others and were silenced. They tried setting up a base and it was destroyed over and over. This chain reaction is WHY team red is so hesitant to speak to others let alone work with them. This mentality keeps being re-enforced by the actions of others when red team takes the chance to talk or lower their guard. ex. Jaiden willing to talk to Tubbo, only for BBH to spawn kill her. ex. Teams agreeing to just pvp for the event only for Green team to start harming the enemy teams egg first. ex. Red teams alliance with Green team being cast aside so green team could win by making a deal with blue team.

From Red team's POV genuinely, there is no reason to talk or make alliances. They only have each other. This trust in one another alone is why red team keeps managing to gain the wins. It's a level of trust in the others capabilities that makes them strong. The RP team just spends the day giggling and cheering each other on regardless of where they are on the score board. They only take a chance to try and win when one of them goes "hmm... You guys wanna try?" and the group just agrees to give it a shot. There is nothing deeper too it. Red team has become the frightened dog of the server. Of course it's going to bite at the hands offered. They aren't trying to win they are trying to survive. They have the least amount of resources and the weakest gear. They have some of the worst pvp players but by god they are having so much fun with one another. There are exceptions to who they relax around and those are usually "partners" and or "close friends" but even then, team red knows that at any moment these meetings could turn to bloodshed. Having seen some of the other teams POV's is boggles my mind how certain both blue and green team are that red team has some giant base and has crazy enchants and super armor when they went into the event with basically nothing enchanted they used up EVERYTHING they had for the event. They haven't been on the grind as much because they spend a lot of time dead. The red team is also extremally "task" oriented. They all love finishing a list and honestly that's really all spend their day's doing. The tasks at hand and trying not to die. That and having a good time. Which.. when it comes down to it, isn't that the point of all of this? To have fun?

Red team also got the Eye guy to say "Bolas" and that in of itself is a win.

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

Act 1, and Leshy's relationships with the other Scrybes

There was a post on here a while ago about Leshy outright hating Magnificus more than P03, and one interesting observation was that he cuts the Wolf's stats, but boosts the Stoat's. I think there's more you can gather from Leshy designing around the other Scrybes, though:

GRIMORA:

Leshy seems to be the most amiable with Grimora. Yes, I think this probably comes a bit from the dev finding their aesthetics and gameplay styles easier to pair up, but I think's its also a little bit because she values fun quite strongly, which meshes well with his focus on lore: both things that aren't purely gameplay based unlike the weirder mechanics of the west-side Scrybes.

Similar to Leshy in act 2, none of her puzzles really cause any harm to her subordinates. It's meant to be some fun flavour plot for the player to engage their brains with before the battles. Honestly, the amount of times she says 'Marvelous!' alone should convince you of her priorities (outside of destroying the world!)

Leshy goes out of his way to design a totally new card for Grimora, which doesn't appear anywhere in act 2 or Kaycee's mod.

It's the only one with a sigil on it - it's a fragile card, but it requires more actual strategy than playing the non-sigil Wolf and Stoat.

One line of dialogue remarks that he wishes he had kept Grimora around, as she was at least a worthy challenger.

He says that the Stinkbug is weak, but other than that accepts you having it in your deck. Compare that to him absolutely hating the Stunted Wolf on sight.

If you look closely in the finale, Grimora has an insect crawling across the table in her campaign. I don't know if it's really a stinkbug, persay, but it's an interesting parallel to his choice of her species.

Someone has said before that there are notably more insect cards than any other species in act 1, which also plays into him being closer to her than the others.

Bones are literally the secondary currency in his campaign, whereas energy doesn't appear at all, and sigils are limited to a single map event.

stinkyyyy

MAGNIFICUS:

Between Leshy actively saying he hates Mag's card once you first get it (versus one line about the Stinkbug being weak), and him literally stabbing the guy's eye out, it's safe to say Leshy fucking hates this guy. I've seen different theories on this, between the clashing gameplay and Leshy being kinder to his subordinates, but the one I've thought was the most interesting was that Magnificus is arguably, the most powerful Scrybe.

He's the only one who does have a plan to get Leshy's takeover back to normal, and the other two Scrybes are desperate for you to find him in act 1 because of it. He has future vision, he writes letters to the others warning about potential takeovers, and you never see him scrounge for the OLD_DATA. correction in reblogs: i think it is mentioned that he has

I've always read Leshy's feelings towards Mag as jealousy, mixed with clashing ideologies. I don't think there's a single moment where the two agree on anything outside of act 3.

I don't have much to say on his card, gameplay-wise, as you get it very late. Honestly most of the Stunted Wolf's design is just foreshadowing that Leshy beat this guy up and stabbed out his eye, lmao, but it's still interesting to note that:

The Stunted Wolf is one of those cards that's a variant of another one (i.e. Wolf Cub/Wolf, Mantis God/Mantis), but it's notably the only one whose stats are worse than its predecessor.

At the same time, it only costs one blood, and it's the only 2-attack card to have that. Gameplay wise, this is to balance things out, but it hints towards Magnificus having been much more powerful in the past. Like it makes you ponder how fucking good it would be to start off with a one-blood 3-2 card.

Magnificus's only other gameplay feature in act 1 is the sacrificial alters (given his association with magic and sigils). These are fucking busted. God I wish I could have four sigils on a card in Kaycee's mod.

P03:

Leshy seems to not think very much of P03 (both in the sense of not acknowledging it and thinking it's not a good designer), but doesn't seem completely unwilling to work with him. I'd argue he's not really hostile towards P03, just very aggressively trying to push it into his own ideal of the world.

In Kaycee's mod, Leshy refers to him as a rival and not an enemy, which I think gives a good basis for interpreting how he views it. P03's breakup speech snapping at Leshy in act 2 is ultimately what gets him to question his intentions at all.

The mention that the stoat's suffering was real during the tutorial isn't really ever brought up again by Leshy. It's interesting to think about in hindsight, given that P03 being a robot means its the least likely to have experienced pain out of the four.

Combined with P03's remark that Leshy keeps him around just to suffer, and the later remark in act 2 that he thinks that it is noble to be a beast card, "even one as lowly as a stoat," this implies that Leshy's at the very least trying to get P03 used to his world, and almost hopes that he'll come to like it.

The unbuffed stoat is a really terrible card. All the 1-2 cards have some sort of gimmick to them to make them playable, but the normal stoat just doesn't at all. The buff to 1-3 is a gift from Leshy to P03, despite everything. It implies he at least thinks there's something that can be salvaged between them, in his own view.

And like. The buffed stoat is so so useful in act 1. The extra HP means it can take a hit from so many more cards and it's a solid foundation for basically any run.

The stoat's the only one of the talking cards without an animal family. Of course it is! Nature and technology are usually thematic opposites, especially compared to magic and death. P03 doesn't fit in here, but Leshy is still clearly trying to make it a foundational card in his campaign.

[aziraphales-library]

hello, i've been on the aziraphale-centric fics kick because he is one of my favorite characters ever :( <33 i wondered if you all have any azi centric fics to recommend? i really like hurt/comfort and hurt aziraphale :-) thank u <3

Hi. We have some Aziraphale-centric fics here, so check those out (it includes that one you're thinking of, so you don't need to add it in the notes). Here are some more...

A Gradual Acceleration by PunJedi (G)

Aziraphale has to deal with 6000 years worth of pent-up feelings and what happens when the world doesn't end on schedule. It's a tricky thing, love; his modus operandi has been to ignore it. But there reaches a point at which it simply cannot be ignored. Crowley is willing to wait, though.

It's Not The End Of The World by mellohirust (T)

“I think I'm still worried about… our old sides.” This is where he expects said bomb to explode. This is his fatal flaw, that he hasn't actually moved on, that things aren't actually as over as he wants them to be. It's all they've ever wanted, and they didn't truly have it. Not in his mind. Not somewhere deep within him, like a disease, like something he couldn't pry out of him. How selfish would he be, to drag the other down with him just for reassurance, force him to relive it all? Crowley stays quiet. Aziraphale feels as if he's confessed to something awful, like a part of him was fundamentally incompatible with the other. Aziraphale suspects both of these things could be the case and Crowley would love him anyway. He has it written down, somewhere in his mind, what Crowley ought to say. It’s not what he actually winds up saying. “Yeah,” the other finally mumbled, after what felt like eternity. He draws a breath. “Yeah, me too.” - Aziraphale hasn't been able to let himself rest in six thousand years. Crowley's determined to help him change that, even if addressing the root of the problem is more unpleasant and complicated than either would've hoped for.

So Still I Wait by HotCrossPigeon (T)

Aziraphale asks one too many questions. What is Heaven to do with their wayward Principality? Crowley picks up the pieces. (Solitary confinement warning)

A Hard World for Little Things by GiggleSnortBangDead (E)

When the Almighty Lord created the universe and decided that desire would exist within it, They hadn’t exactly said: “This shall go on top, and this on bottom.” But there was an ordering of things and a hierarchy of desire. That’s how it was explained to Aziraphale. All of us serve, he had been taught, and some of us are happy to serve a little more.

Night and Day by wyrmy (E)

Aziraphale Engel, black sheep of his strictly religious family, lives a quiet and monkish existence in the middle of London, trying to avoid the many temptations of the flesh and do his bit for the church that his father founded. But his quiet, untroubled, and unhappily narrow existence is about to come to an end, and he will be faced with the choice to give up even more of who he is or to survive in the real world.

Smitten at First Fright by Oopsynini (M)

Aziraphale has problems. No one needs to tell him so, he's well aware that his issues are many and in-between. He's an agoraphobic shut-in with a bad back and a sad past. It's a rule that, to most, he isn't much worth the effort of getting to know. Crowley doesn't seem to abide by any of that. He's an enigmatic gardener with a green thumb and a smile a thousand miles wide. It's something like love at first sight; if that included a panic attack and a minor foray into bird watching. Aziraphale is smitten, now if only he could get past his fears and admit it.

- Mod D

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hello hope you have a wonderful day I thought about that weird farmer story and I couldn’t not stop thinking about it and since it is the cursed day that monsters like to come out from you know what I mean Halloween , can I please have a spouse from each of starter valley and expansion and ridgeside village …Jio, finding the farmer sleeping in one of the forests Ponds unconscious from the event of the night while the water is mixing with the blood on their clothes , but as soon as they approach to see if the farmer is hurt, the farmer attack them before falling unconscious again .

and one more thing please continue writing those stories I cannot stop reading them and you’r writing style is wonderful and I hope you have a wonderful and spooky day.

Hello anon 👋 Thank you for your kind words ❤️🫶 I hope you don't mind if I make only vanilla characters, because you get a lot of candidates with mods (feel free to ask again about this then!)

As far as I understand it, you want "a headcanon where Farmer lies unconscious in a pond (the pond is apparently quite shallow like a puddle, or else they'd drown), their spouses find them in that state in the woods, Farmer attacks them and immediately passes out again." Okay, got it! (Hope that's what you meant). Have a wonderful day too! Enjoy! ❤️

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Unfortunately, the Farmer managed to hurt Shane when he, all worried, was pulling his spouse out of the shallow pond. He didn't care about clay, rocks and all kinds of mud, but Shane involuntarily let go of Farmer when they, suddenly attacking, accidentally scratched him on the cheek with their fingernails. He isn't angry tho, just even more worried about them. Now he knows roughly what it was like for the farmer to drag him themself when he was near that cliff.....

Even in this situation, even after the attack, Leah has not lost her composure. The artist realises that her spouse is probably more frightened and confused than she is. Leah will quickly examine them, help them if there are serious wounds, and carry them on her back to at least someone's house. It would be easier to call for help there than in the dark forest.

Penny cried out in despair when she found her missing spouse unconscious, wet, all their clothes damp with mud and blood. And after they suddenly pounced on the girl like a predator, Penny screamed so heartbreakingly that anyone's blood would run cold in their veins. Both fell unconscious (Penny - from horror and shock). People will have to look for the two of them now.

Sam's reflexes are good. As soon as he saw Farmer in the shallow pond and ran to their aid, he bounced like a lynx away from the same Farmer, who woke up abruptly and attacked the confused Sam. Whatever happens, the young musician is determined to help them, even if it means risking his own life. He hopes he has the strength to quickly get his spouse to the Harvey's Clinic in time.

Who would have thought that Sebastian would unwittingly become a horror film character, as in "It Howls in the Rain". Spending an entire day searching for his missing spouse, only to find them near a pond in mud and blood, and then dodging them as they attacked him. But, fortunately for Farmer, Sebastian, even after the shock, will not behave stupidly, as in the same horror films, and will call friends and relatives, asking for help.

Haley froze in horror at the sight of her poor spouse, the way deer usually freeze at the sight of bright car headlights. The girl was paralysed with fear, though she realised they needed help. But no sooner had Haley pulled herself together than the Farmers began to rise from the pond: in torn clothes, wet and....? What was wrong with them? Why aren't they responding to Haley's call? Have they... fell again?! Now she finally came to senses and quickly ran over to them, checking their condition. She need to get her sister on the phone right away and call for help.

Emily couldn't stop praying to Yoba that Farmer would be all right. She was so worried her spouse had disappeared. Now, she finds them by the pond, soaked and bloody. Had they been attacked by forest animals? The wounds aren't too deep, so it's not serious. Of course, she was shocked by the Farmer's attack, but Emily thinks it's just the Farmer not yet realising what's happened. They probably mistook Emily for a forest animal and tried to defend themselves.

Poor Alex feels awful when he almost punched his already injured spouse in the face, but they gave him such a fright! Not only was he worried and digging through almost the entire Valley looking for them, but the Farmer abruptly stood up, all in wet clothes, and attacked him. Truthfully, the fact that they fell unconscious again didn't make it any easier on Alex's heart. Good thing Alex had nice physical strength, so it would be easy for him to deliver his love to the local doctor.

Fight or flight, fight or flight.... Abigail shouldn't have chosen any of these options at all! But after her spouse attacked her near that pond in the night woods, Abby couldn't help herself: her instincts kicked in first. Fortunately, the Farmer's attack ended as quickly as it began, and the purple-haired girl hopes she won't have to fight her own spouse while she's on the phone asking her friends for aid.

Yoba, pity Elliott's poor heart, he's almost grey with fear! All this time to look for his spouse who suddenly disappeared, and to find them here, in the woods, near the pond in dirty and wet clothes?! So now there's this sudden attack. Honestly, Elliott's whole life flashed before his eyes! He'll be screaming for help and waiting for someone to come to him and Farmer.

It was not enough that Harvey had had a mini heart attack when he found his beloved spouse in such a state, but he was about to have a real one when Farmer jumped on him like a wild beast. The poor man is trembling and worried about them, but when it came to treating the wounds, here Harvey showed all his cold-bloodedness. The Doctor realises that even though he himself is frightened by Farmer's physical condition (and maybe even mental), he must help them as soon as possible.

Don't panic.... Just don't panic. You have to give Maru credit, she held up well and didn't panic when she caught Farmer unconscious in the pond. There's a pulse, there's breathing, they even managed to come to their senses (even though they attacked her)... They're alive, and that's the main thing. Now Maru needs to give her dear spouse first aid and call Harvey to report the emergency. The main thing is not to panic...

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 51

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Spirit's Eve shenanigans part 1 - time to meet Krobus!

Author’s Note: The gathering in the sewers is based off the Festival of the Mundane mod!! It was broken in 1.6 unfortunately, but someone mentioned a rework of it in the comments. Definitely worth trying it if you haven't before, it's a very cute mod ^^

Hope y'all enjoy this one. I really did :3 Take care x

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Upon arriving home, I discover that Cannoli is not fond of pink elven strangers that look like his human. Probably less so ones who are invading his home.

The first thing he does is yell at me, with his dark grey tail puffed, and his lighter ears essentially mimicking the curvature of little devil horns.

“It’s just me, bud!” I coo, kneeling down and offering a hand for him to sniff.

He hisses in response. He rarely hisses — usually only if I annoy him too much, or if he’s hurt, a la bonking his head during his morning zoomies for example. I love this little idiot. And I know he’s just scared right now, so I’m not too worried about this reaction from him.

“Yeah?” I challenge, sitting cross-legged, “You wanna tussle?”

His pupils dilate.

I raise my own fists near my chest and furrow my brows. “Put ‘em up!”

Cannoli forms into that low, chest down-butt high stance that cats do before pouncing. I genuinely can’t tell at this point if he knows it’s me and he’s just messing around, or if I’m about to get mauled.

“I’ll pummel ya,” I playfully warn in hopes of the former.

He sneezes in retaliation. I lower my fists for a moment and softly offer him a blessing. He huffs out the wet remnants of his sneeze (eugh…) and shakes his head before reassuming his position, as do I.

I cautiously choose not to move more than this just yet. I know I can heal faster now than ever before, but I’d still rather not experience my son brutalizing me, believe it or not!

Because of my lack of movement, Cannoli doesn’t budge either. He simply watches me, with those big beady eyes… he’s probably going through the same thought process as myself, if I had to guess. 

The little guy spends a few beats more trying to decide whether to attack me or not before running away to hide. 

Victory is mine. 

Once he’s out of sight, I lay myself down in the center of the main room and wait for him to come back. He likes to hide in the shower when he’s feeling jittery… he’s probably in there. I don’t wanna barge in and make him feel any more skittish, though.

It doesn’t take very long for him to show back up. He approaches me with hesitance as I lay still, save for my head, which follows his movements. The cat sniffs my knee, then nears my face and sniffs my cheek. I crinkle my nose and the corresponding eye as his whiskers tickle me, but refrain from moving my hands just yet.

After one last once-over, Cannoli crawls onto my belly and lays down, his face no more than an inch or two from mine. 

Did it work? Does he know it’s me?

I reach up a shy finger near his nose. He sniffs it, then nuzzles into it. I can feel his purrs vibrating onto my stomach.

He totally knows it’s me. 

I scratch under his chin, then hold him close as I raise myself up, carrying him to the bed. He stays out when I leave for a sec to get ready to join him.

He seems to have calmed down a considerable amount, given he’s fallen asleep already by the time I’m back.

Let’s hope he can manage to stay this relaxed when I inevitably shapeshift back to normal overnight. 

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After a long few hours of being unable to sleep, I finally conked out.

But, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning to Cannoli loudly meowing and pouncing on me so as to alert me that I was a human again. Annoyed but feeling appreciative — now I know what kinda time frame I’m working with — I thanked the man. Then, after wrangling him into a cuddle, I managed to sleep in ‘til almost noon. Fine by me, honestly.

I don’t have to be ready for the event — both below- or above-ground — until later in the day, so I’ll take my time picking the last of my crops for the season. As usual, I pop in some earbuds to listen to music, humming and dancing around a little while I work. 

The harvest passes by relatively quickly. The only hiccup: one of my pumpkins began to look similar to a void egg, practically overnight. Never seen anything like it, and never want to again! Sensing that something or someone did this somehow, I sigh, carrying the pumpkin over to my outdoor waste bin. 

I unceremoniously plop that puppy inside and briskly retreat, choosing to ignore the magical heebie jeebies I got while touching it. Not only do I not want to mess with something potentially just as dangerous as a fucking void egg, but I’d rather avoid using or shipping the pumpkin only to find out later that it’s got some kinda hex on it and wiped out a small population. 

Y’never know. 

After scavenging the cave for some fruit the local bats might’ve left behind and preemptively scything some weeds and dead plants — easier to get it done now than when there’s snow blanketing the ground — I rush to get ready and head to Seb’s. I wanna squeeze in some time with him before spending the next however many hours doing magic and potentially traversing through pipes, y’know? Plus, Magnus is busy setting up for tonight anyway, and Seb already said he’d welcome the company while he crams some last-minute work in. Everyone benefits. 

Robin’s not at her counter when I arrive, but the scent of sugar cookies wafts through the cabin. Must be because of her.

Hmm… I could go for some cookies…

Seb can wait.

I make a beeline down the hall and to the right, where the kitchen table is covered in several sheet pans, all of which are topped with cookies of various shapes: pumpkins, ghosts, skulls, and cats. They’re all coated with sprinkles — those sugary ones that kinda look like glittery flakes rather than pellets— which are a mixture of black, purple, and orange in color. 

“Whoa,” I murmur. 

I want one.

“You touch any of those, you die,” a slightly gravelly and intimidating, albeit loving, voice warns from my left. As if she read my mind… 

I look up to the source and see Robin turned towards the counter, adorning plaid green pajama pants and a plain white tee beneath a deep red apron. I smile at the sight of some cute bunny slippers covering her feet.

“Cause of death?”

“Me.”

“I need specifics.” I join her as I speak, leaning my elbows onto the one clean-ish spot on the countertop and watching from the sidelines while she struggles to hand-cut shapes into this next batch of dough. I’ve got no idea what she’s aiming for, considering it looks like she’s just shredding it up. 

Unless that’s the point… to be, y’know, avant garde or whatever.

Clearly frustrated, she puts the knife down and crumbles the substance back into a ball before rolling it flat. “How about a stabbing?” she finally suggests.

I wash my hands and make a point to hum, as though I’m thinking real hard. I come to the conclusion of, “It's worth the risk,” as I dry off and steal a second knife from their block. “What are you trying to make?” I ask, subtly offering some help.

She doesn’t oppose, scooting over a little to spare me some room. “Spiderwebs.” 

“Sounds complicated…” I tilt my head, scrutinizing the dough while trying to imagine how to make this work. “The shapes you have aren’t enough?” I ask, nodding slightly towards the table.

“No,” she scoffs. “Jas and Vincent are little snobs with sweets, I tell ya…”

Robin leans an elbow on my shoulder and places her other hand on her hip. I notice now that her nails, which are usually bare, are alternating between black and orange paint. So festive!

“Are you icing them?” 

“The kids?”

I snort. “Not what I had in mind.”

She answers more seriously, “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“But what if you…” I shimmy her off me and carve out a spiky ball — like one of those pow! bubbles from comic books. “…do something like this, then ice the web onto it?”

Robin’s brows furrow and her lips purse while she glares down at the dough. She looks skeptical.

I tack on, “And you could cover the icing in sprinkles too, so there won’t be any weird biases towards these or the others. At least visually.”

Her brows raise at that, and she tilts as she thinks it out before finally nodding. “Y'know what?” She motions her head to the table and begins copying the shape I made while she says, “You’ve earned yourself a cookie, stab-free.”

Oh fuck yes. I triumphantly pump my fist through the air. She chuckles, bumping her hip into me as if to shoo me away. 

I grab my victim, a still-warm pumpkin. “Y’don’t want more of my expertise?” I ask before chomping down. God damn, this is a good cookie. 

“Not anymore,” the redhead responds, “unless you wanna help me ice these things.” 

“I can!” I slowly back out of the kitchen, stealing an extra treat — a cat — while she’s distracted. The troll toll. “Just call for me when they’re outta the oven or whatever and I’ll come back up.”

“Might take you up on that.” Although Robin responds cheerily, she still doesn’t look up. She’s locked in. 

Leaving the woman to her devices, I make my way to her son’s lair. 

I knock. A grunt grants me access. When I open the door, I notice the room is silent, save for some breathing and the whirring computer fans. It looks empty, too.

“Uh…” My eyes scan the space while I step inside, shutting the door behind me and biting into the second cookie.

I wrap around to the front of Seb’s desk. He’s leaning against it, his face resting in his forearms and a blanket draped over his shoulders. Beside him are several energy drink cans and a coffee mug. All drained.

“Long night?”

He grunts again. 

“You at least get all your work done?” I ask after finishing my second cookie, and then softly massage my thumbs into his upper back. He lets out a sigh of relief before nodding.

I guess he really crammed as much as he could, for better or worse.

“Let’s get you to bed, love.”

“Gotta get ready…” he mumbles.

“You have, like, 5 or 6 hours! Sleep a little bit. Take some care of yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

Another grunt.

“Pleeease?”

Another one… and he reluctantly gets up. 

He trudges his way to his bed and flops down on top of it before groaning once more. I laugh through my nose, follow him over, and then crouch down beside his bed and close to his face. 

“Want me to stay? Orrr I can come back later and do your makeup or something..?”

“Yeh,” he slurs against his pillow. 

Running my fingers through his hair, I giggle at his non-answer and contemplate my day leading up to the sewer party for a sec. 

I could go be lazy at home, or be lazy here. Or, I could see if Sam, Abby or Leah wanna hang out, maybe. Although, Leah is probably busy getting ready for tonight. I have no idea what Sam or Abby would be doing around now, but from what I can tell, Leah has big plans for her and Elliot’s costumes. Wouldn’t tell me what they’re going as, only that they’re a duo.

I didn’t really think through what I’d do if my plans to simply exist with Seb fell through. 

Before I can decide, he’s quietly snoring. Cute. I part his hair and leave a gentle peck against his balmy forehead before standing. Maybe a walk will lead me to my destined outcome. Or something. Or, maybe I could start praying to the spirits to give me their wisdom, or whatever. Idk how they work and I can’t commune with ‘em enough to ask.

Sebby’s PC is still on. I should turn it off, or at least put it to sleep for him…

Not before leaving a little present though. 

Hehehhh. 

As I plop down in his chair, I open up his browser, and then YouTube. I settle on a video of a Pokemon walking around with some cute music for ten hours straight, good god; then, for good measure, I make sure to put it on loop — maybe he won’t see it until later in the night! — before putting the PC to sleep, hoping it will still be playing whenever he gets back to it. 

I dunno if I’ve ever left Seb’s house while he was asleep before. 

This feels weird — like I’m abandoning him, or something. 

Hands on my hips, I do a once over of the room.

…Back upstairs we go, I guess!

“What’s the over-under on those things?” I ask once I make it back to the kitchen.

“Is that your hip way of asking how the cookies are doing?”

“Depends, did it sound hip?”

“Sounds dorky.” I feign surprise. Robin tacks on, “Not helping your case.”

I shrug nonchalantly. “I can’t hide what I am.”

“They’re alright,” she finally answers, scrubbing a dirty bowl in the sink. “Should be able to tackle ‘em on my own.”

“Sick. See you later, then.”

Robin nods at me as I back out of the room with a wave. “Don’t fall down the mountain on your way… wherever,” she warns. 

Turning the wave into a set of finger guns, I spin around. “I’ll do a backflip if I do.” 

“So cool!” she sarcastically calls after me.

I blow out a raspberry without turning back to her. 

When I finally exit the cabin, I decide to go check out what Abby’s doing. We haven’t really hung out one-on-one, and I’m curious how that would go.

Unfortunately, as I approach the decline into town, I spot a bunch of barriers.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan. 

I’d forgotten that Magnus specified that, if you don’t live near the town square, he and Linus won’t allow you in that area ‘til it’s all set up.

He emphasized that it included me. Because I’d be a distraction, or whatever. 

…It is a little flattering that he’d be distracted by my simply being there, in its own way. But now that I’ve set my heart on not going home, it’s a bit annoying to have to deal with this.

Sighing, I make my way towards the backwoods. So much time to kill until he’s done and I can get my own costume started up. Ugh.

…Unless..?

A probably definitely dangerous thought invades my head, and before I can tell myself it’s a dumb idea that I shouldn’t even think about doing, my feet are picking up their pace.

I’m gonna have to do a little breaking and entering for my activity of choice, but luckily, I know how to pick locks. Don’t ask how. S’not important.

_______________

“I should be mad at you, you know.” 

“Buuut…?”

Magnus sighs, picking up a short, white strand of hair between his fingers. “I’m proud that you managed this on your own.”

I flash him a pointy, shit-eating grin. With the exception of a few things, one example being that my hair is shoulder-length and wavy rather than long and straight like it was yesterday, my solo transformation went exactly as planned. 

“Please refrain from doing this without my guidance in the future, though.”

A little embarrassed, I avert my gaze. “Sorry, sorry, yeah… That was stupid.” 

“Extremely! You could have gotten hurt.”

“I know—”

“This altar shows little mercy for those it deems untrusting,” he cuts me off to emphasize his point, “You could have been mangled by the damned thing.”

I blink dumbly, trying to imagine what that would feel like. “Would it really—“

“Yes!” Magnus huffs out a half-hearted laugh. “When I came down here and heard it in use my heart nearly expelled itself from my chest.” Not my best idea, after all. Who woulda thunk... “To enter my home unprompted I can overlook with ease because it’s you, my love, but you must not do this again.” As he speaks, he motions his arms to the shrine. I’ve never seen him so animated.

I sigh, shut my eyes, and nod. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I softly offer, “I’m really sorry, Magnus,” feeling stupid as ever. It’s times like this where I remember he has over a hundred years of experience on me — of life on me. 

He sighs himself. “It’s alright, I’m— I’m just happy you’re safe.” He cups my face in his hands. Inspects it, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks. “These golden freckles are lovely.” 

“Huh!” I grin, placing my hands on his.

“Yet another lovely artistic liberty from the shrine?”

I nod my answer and pat a kiss to one of his palms. “You think I’ll really pass as an elf down there?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” 

“Love the vote of confidence,” I snort. 

Magnus smiles, warm as ever. “You’ll be fine, dear.” He slides his hands into mine. “Ready?”

Nervous, my voice wavers a little as I confirm. I shut my eyes, and a moment later, the air is damp and thick, with — to my delight — no more than a mild musk to its scent. Almost kinda smells like ferrets down here.

“Here we are,” Magnus murmurs as I open my eyes. 

I have to hold back some giddy shimmying as I scan our surroundings. There are purple lights strung around the tiled walls — I guess string lights are just popular with elementals? That, or Magnus and Krobus just have similar taste — and fog machines emitting purpley-grey clouds are scattered around the perimeter.

In the nasty greenish water to our left is a boat with a mouse-like creature selling something from it. They have a little hat on, and they’re waving their tiny arms around trying to get the attention of nearby partiers. 

I hope that fella makes some good sales!

Across the way on our right is a large archway, leading to what unfortunately looks like a makeshift pool. 

In the sewer sludge.

I hope elementals are immune to any sorts of sickness they can get from that, because that’s fuckin’ nasty.

Festive music is playing over a speaker… somewhere, and it’s currently on none other than Monster Mash. A bunch of shadow people are dancing to it, while others are playing some sort of party game. 

There are some shadow people existing as they are, while others are dressed an awful lot like the people from around Pelican Town. One has a full-blown Haley cosplay on, with some balloons shoved in their shirt to give themself boobs. I wonder how much spying they had to do to nail her look… I wonder how they got clothes that match hers so perfectly, too. 

Burglary, perhaps?

The drama!

This entire thing feels like something straight out of a cheesy 90’s or 2000’s Spirit’s Eve movie. It’s so cute and cool and whimsical and oh my god, I’m so happy right now.

Magnus squeezes my palm. “There they are!” 

I look at him to see what he’s talking about, and then follow his line of vision to a shadow person headed our way. They’re about my height, maybe an inch or two taller, which renders them much shorter than the others here from what I can tell. They’re much more round than the rest, too — not quite as human-shaped, for lack of better phrasing. They have a large red bow tie around what I’m assuming is their neck area, and their eyes are lined with shimmery silver makeup.

They catch my stare and lock eyes with me. I smile and offer a timid wave. Their eyes dart away.

Maybe they’re shy, too?

“Krobus!” Oh!! It’s them! “How are you, my friend?” Magnus asks, crouching down to hug them.

Krobus meets him in a tender embrace, a soft flush on their cheeks while they grin, “I’m well. Thank you for coming!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know that much.” Magnus puts a hand on my shoulder before introducing me, “This is the beautiful (y/n) I’ve been telling you about.”

I’m never a fan of being put on the spot like this. My cheeks warm up — I wonder what color my blush is, with my skin already being pink as an elf? — as I wring my antsy hands behind my back. “Nice to meet you, Krobus!” 

“Y-you too,” they nod. “Magnus told me you had to disguise yourself,” they add quietly. “It looks very pretty and authentic.”

My smile widens — partially because of their compliment, and also because of how matter-of-factly they talk — as I shyly look down at myself, giving my new form another once-over. “Oh, thanks!” 

I look back at them, and feeling compelled to compliment back, I tell them their makeup looks nice. The corners of their mouth turn up slightly, the flush returning to their cheeks. 

“I only came to say ‘hello’ — I must return to my game of Pin the Nose on the Goblin. It’s most likely my turn by now,” they say to us both.

Their game of what?!

“Let me know if you need anything. Please feel free to purchase a mask from the rodent of unusual cuteness if you’d like one.” Krobus turns to me and adds, shifting back and forth on their feet, “Um, I also sell rare and exotic goods down here every day. Please stop by, if you’d like, but be aware that I remain silent to honor Yoba on Fridays.” They take a deep breath, seemingly winded from all the talking, before adding, “It still feels strange to talk to a human, but you seem very nice, and I do hope you enjoy your time with us.”

Oh my god they’re adorable. 

I nod, doing my best to contain my excitement. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. A-and thanks for having us!”

“Indeed,” Magnus chimes in, his own smile lighting up the room. Pipes? Whatever. “Your gatherings are always something to look forward to. Please, go have fun.”

Krobus nods at us both, then bows before scurrying away.

Magnus can tell how endeared I am already. “Enchanting, aren’t they?”

I nod vigorously. “Dude I don’t even know what to do with myself, this is so cool!” I turn towards him, a little bit of a bounce in my toes and a subtle flap in my hands. “I’m—“ I cut myself off, noticing Magnus stifling laughter. “What?”

He breaks. His own giggles are infectious as ever, as I find myself joining in. I don’t even know what we’re laughing at. He just sounds so stinkin’ cute.

“Your ears,” he manages. “They’re very expressive today.”

I reach up to feel them. As I do, I notice a bit of a downward turn to them. “Did they do this yesterday?” I question with my brows furrowed. My smile swiftly comes back as I speak, feeling them ebb with my words. 

“No!” He reaches down to feel one and I can’t help but lean into the touch. “They were as stiff as ever.”

“Huh…” I reach for them again as we begin to advance into the party, mesmerized. 

I think about how I really, really wish I could just stay like this without consequence. Being an elf is so fun, man.

…Then, my face (and ears) droop. “Ah, shit.”

“Hm?”

“How am I gonna explain that during the town’s Spirit’s Eve thing?”

Magnus goes quiet as we slow to a halt. “You… huh.” 

I tilt my head and bring my knuckles to my mouth. Not sure if it was on purpose, but Magnus does the same, pairing the action by hugging his other arm across his ribs.

We think in silence for a few moments, before he suggests, “Perhaps the ‘prosthetics’ move with your ears?”

“Do my ears ever usually move?” 

He winces. “Not that I’ve noticed.”

“…They do now I guess.”

“If it comes down to it, it can be a ‘trick of the light.’”

“That definitely won’t work.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try,” he mumbles with a little bit of sass, shrugging.

I quietly chuckle at Magnus’ aloofness. He’s usually so much more formal, even when he’s relaxed, or when he’s not necessarily trying to be. It’s honestly super fucking attractive to see this slight change in his demeanor. 

Maybe it’s because he’s around so many other elementals? He’s told me plenty about how magic feeds off magic, people are naturally drawn to magic, all that jazz…

“I don’t suppose you have any fancy spell to make them not expressive, do you?” I ask, shoving that thought away. Focus, lady, we’ve gotta think of an alibi. 

“Not that I can think of, no.”

I huff, letting it go. Immediately dropping that focus. “I’ll figure it out later.”

“Oh my gosh!” a spectral, androgynous voice calls from nearby. Magnus beams at someone behind me, and when I turn, the shadow person dressed like Haley is completely fawning over me, oh wow. “Rasmo, you sly duggy, who is this little elf you have here?!” Their eyes are practically sparkling as they inspect me, crouching for a closer look.

He pulls me close, and I melt into the familiar touch, grinning up at him as he introduces me to them. They’re very excited to find out I’m his soul mate, and I learn soon that while those aren’t very relevant to shadow people, this one in particular does enjoy a good love story. 

After some prompting from them, Magnus bullshits his way through how we met, making up a tale of childhood friendship, and the spirits bringing us together again and blah, blah, blah.

I make sure to ask him in his head at one point if shadow people know how unlikely it is for an elf to be a time-partner to another elf, in case he forgot about that in his excitement to… show me off, so to speak. He’s got it covered, though — they don’t tend to know much about traditions outside of their own. If they do ask — fuck it, we’re that rare one in a million now.

In short, we’re fine and dandy.

The next hour or so follows the same formula:

A shadow person who knows Magnus comes up to us, gets all excited to see him with someone new, and I sit there and take a bunch of compliments while trying not to hide behind Magnus from the overwhelm of being perceived by so many. Then, I do my best to keep up as they catch up with one another. Apparently it’s very rare Magnus meets up with most of these people.

It’s… a lot.

I did enjoy this for a little in the beginning, because obviously I’m going to have a blast interacting with a whole new species and learning about a new culture up close. This shit is fascinating! But in the end, it’s no different for me mentally than talking to this many human people.

I can only handle so much.

After plenty of socializing, browsing the wares of the merchant (who calls themself The Hat Mouse, oh my god!), and trying a few rounds of Pin the Nose on the Goblin, we finally find ourselves with some downtime, so we sit near the “pool” and gather our bearings together. 

“This is more tiring than I thought it would be,” I murmur against Magnus’ arm. 

“We can leave if you’d like,” he suggests. “You do have an entire second event to attend, after all.”

“Yeah, that would be nice…” I sigh, closing my eyes and letting the feeling of his large hand rubbing circle on my lower back soothe me. “For what it’s worth, this was still fucking great.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, dearest.” He leans over to kiss my head, then attempts to lean his cheek against it. Our height difference makes it hard, so I give him some space to accommodate that.

It doesn’t work. Now we’re just awkwardly sitting like a foot apart and smooshing our heads together.

As soon as we make eye contact from our awkward angles, I break. “Pfft—“ 

He snorts into my hair, his warm breath fanning my scalp beneath it. 

It’s rare I get to see Magnus so genuinely carefree. He’s always thinking about or working with magic in one way or another. And that’s obviously not a bad thing, but all in all, the arcane as a whole is still within the realm of work for him. It’s been really nice to see him get to simply exist like anyone else today.

I can only hope that at some point he’ll be able to let loose in this same way with the people around the valley, too.

[enkisstories]

That night...

"All my life I was working towards something, priding myself on my patience. But now that the finishing line is in sight - Kylo Ren being deposed and the steps towards forging this alliance to defeat Palpatine for good clearly laid out before me - I find myself wishing we weren't so close to the end."

"Then what do you want? Us remaining locked in an endless conflict?"

"I know it's not a rational want, but this war is all I've ever known. There's comfort in familiar things."

"Yes. Until they get stripped away from you, because an invading force of space raiders is after the minerals of your homeworld."

"Er..."

A slight tensing up of the muscles, caressing fingers briefly stopping... Was it guilt? Remorse?

“Did you order the weapon tests on Hays minor?”

“No. I didn’t even work on those particular ones. All those were capable of was killing people.”

“That’s what weapons are for, though?”

“Are they, though? More often than not we point blasters to get people to do what we want them to do. It’s all about instilling fear to maintain control.”

“Then why did you tense up when I spoke of my home world?”

“Did you ever look at an SF-17 heavy bomber and go, hey, those are rather inefficient as far as attacks go, but they’d make awesome strip mining devices that could tear right through a planet’s crust if I modded them for that? And for a little extra satisfaction, Admiral Griss would really fume if I did this to his babies? Well... there you go.”

“I took out two. Singlehandedly. But you know what? If I’d been in your place, growing up in your world, I’d been the one who’d modified the SF-17′s with no regard for the ecosystem or the population.”

“No, not you. Never!”

“I am what I am because I was granted the chance to be my best self! That chance was taken from you, and from millions of people, first by the empire, then in the aftermath and finally by the First Order!”

“So that’s why you haven’t slit my throat yet for everything I did. You think we’re the same concrete, poured into different molds? But it’s not true, you wouldn’t have turned dark. It’s only what you’re afraid of.”

“Thankfully we’ll never find out which of us is right in this. But maybe we’ll find out more about you repurposing more war machines, for peaceful appliccations this time.”

“Certainly. The General was only ever a means to an end. But, Rose, dearest, you are an idealist, to the point where it rubs off on me. But if you think the Republic Remnant is the political body to build that world you dream of, that’s delusional. The New Republic was a joke right from the beginning and had only upgraded to an insult before I mercy killed it.”

“Yeah, about that... Er... No one’s listening, no?”

“It’s just the two of us here.”

“Well, there is a place where I see my ideals embodied, and it really isn’t the New Republic. It’s the Resistance.”

“If we could, you know... call the shots, so to say... It wouldn’t be the first time a mercenary company established a nation, no?”

“High treason, huh? I have some experience in that.”

“Nooo, nothing that drastic! I don’t know? If we got recognized as a political body of our own, we could join the New Republic and... influence things? Look, forget I said anything! We have a Sith Lord to defeat and friends to rescue.”

[wrightingdungeon]

My Tav OC

People seem to like young Tav so I thought I would introduce my little Tav. In my actual DND Game they are around 16 and I just aged them up for BG3 so they would fit more. 

She is a changeling but I use an elf for a base, idk if there is a race mod that will allow changelings like Orin, but also my laptop will probably burn up worse than Karlach if add anymore Mods.

Also all of this is my Headcanon, I just think it's cute having a no brain cell baby save the world

Heres a screen shot -

Name: Sunny

Age: 16

Gender: doesn't care, they can be anyone *Watch the movie Nimona*

Race: Changeling

Class: Archer *a little multiclass in Bard*

Like family: Wyll, Karlach and Jaheira 

Best friends: Minsc, Boo , Scratch, and Fluffy (Owlbear cub)

Friends: Halsin, and Shadowheart

Awkward: Gale and Lae,zel

Stats:

STR: 12

DEX: 17

CON: 13

INT: 7

WIS: 15

CHA: 11

About Sunny:

“Who has their brain cell?” is a sentence you would hear if it were modern times, and truth be told his little twin sister has both of their brain cells.

Had always dreamed of leaving the Feywild, but had no idea she'd leave with a parasite in her head

Lae'zel did not take finding a changeling on the notaloid well AT ALL, scared the poor baby into taking the form of a dead adult human they saw. *she panicked a bit before pushing the body off the ship, first time they touched a dead body*

Had never left their sister's side, when they woke up on the beach all alone their sobs and yells for her woke up Shadowheart

Is itching to change their skin and do so at night when everyone's sleeping

That's how Asterion figured out their secret. He was feeding one night and watched Sunny sneaking off, following them he saw her change back into her normal skin. “Well, it seems camp has two monsters hiding in it.”

They cry at being called a monster, but they understand why Astarion said so when he admitted to being a vampire 

I'd imagine Sunny's blood would taste like printer ink and it makes Astarion try and scrub his tongue clean. Astarion does not bite them again

Meeting Wyll was like one of those fairy tale knight stories she had been told. Looks up to him. Approached him in the Grove like a shy fan asking for an autograph 

She and Wyll are “Blade Buddies” She does not have a blade she has arrows, and no brain cells

Even after finding out the swamp was a trick He still ate the apples because “who poisons apples?” they had a bad tummy ache, and Wyll kept scolding her while the others laughed 

Is not allowed within twenty feet of the fire because one day their potions and other liquid items were frozen and she thought it would be smart to warm them up in front of the fire…. She forgot to pull out the Alchemist's Flame flasks and damn near nuked the camp.

Wyll's dance scene is the tiefling party. She tells him she's never danced but loved to watch the higher courts dance. He happily shows her how to dance laughing when he spins them because of their happy squeals 

Sunny and Alfira serenade the camp till the last dancer falls

They aint smart but dont get in their sight, they are a marksman at heart.

Would be a Gunslinger class, but hes never seen a gun in his life. Mey Rin from Black Buttler vibes if he was given a glock

Wyll, Karlach, and Jaheira find out she is a changeling mid-fight. She gets knocked out of her human form and they attack her due to their not knowing it's their leader, thinking shes one of Orins goons who took their Sunny

Wyll stops them, shielding Sunny with himself, when he realizes that the crying Changeling is Sunny. “Stop! Stop….” “Sunny?”  “Hey, it's OK, it's ok… Blade Buddies right?”

Wyll is having a massive life-shattering moment back at camp both his best friends are things he swore to kill, but they aren't, they are his family. He feels so much guilt about how he let himself be lied to

Hold up Wyll though higher courts meant kings and queens, finding out Sunny is from THE Feywild just has him more confused 

Talking about the Feywild with them Wyll and Karlach are the first to find out Sunny is only 16. Wyll looks like -

Karlach is just laughing at him and reminds him she was 15 when she became a hell soldier. Wyll needs a drink

#got fucked before 18 trio 

Lae'zel does ask Sunny if they know Orin, and no Lae'zel not all changelings know each other

God's help Gale… He always hung out at camp due to being a walking bomb and always eatting Sunny's shiny things. So when he mistakes their begrudgingly kind acts…. it…. It didn't go well for him

It's like a fucking benny hill chase scene. Gale running for his life, Ablaze Karlach, Lighting shooting Wyll, Scratch and Fluffy *Owlbear Cub* just thinks they are running around playing.

Wyll slapping tadpoles out of Sunny's hand like a parent trying to keep a child from eating sand and rocks

Sunny will fall asleep on Jaheira, Wyll, and Halsin. She forgot and passed out into Karach one night, that was fun

Minsc and Sunny get into so much trouble they, don't mean to, Boo told them it was a good idea

When Mizora tried to make it impossible to save Wyll's father. Sunny did try shooting a arrow right between her pretty eyes

Honestly had no idea Orin was in the camp, they thought Gortash was just scaring them

You bet your sweet ass Sunny and Wyll are following Karlach to the hells

One day fighting the hell swarms a portal opens a similar-looking hand just out and motions them to come in. Thinking it's withers throwing another rager they run through.

It's the Feywild, it's Sunny's younger twin sister Sage. She had been searching like a hound dog for her sister.

Of course Sage helps Karlach with her heart, she helped keep her twin safe after all.

They live happily ever after yay!

Thank you for reading my silly little Headcannon, it was fun to put Sunny out in the world

[theseventrumpets]

A loud, trumpeting sound goes across the entire Plain. All cats are overwhelmed for a moment by an ethereal sense, something that they can't control and can't find the source of. The sky pulses white for a moment, but no one can tell if it was a hallucination or not.

♪ ♫ The Seven Trumpets Sound,   ♫ ♪

The cats of the Plain have experienced a lot of loss recently. With the Red suffering an attack from one of their own, the Pale discovering a monster in its depths, an illness finding its way into Black, and the White having its final battle with the raccoons, things don't seem to be going too well for them.

Trouble stirs, as Calandivaspade heightens tensions with the Red Face, Volcanicdiamond, bringing the two decks ever closer to war, while Turnclub suffers from losses after a war with raccoons, and his only ally, Aegisheart, is dealing with a mysterious disease with no cure. How will the canaries escape the coal mine when there's no exit in sight?

►► The First Trumpet Sings. ◄◄

This RP has been running for 10 months now, and after 3, I finally make the announcement that we are OFFICIALLY IN THE 1ST ARC!!!! THIS IS SO EXCITING!!! I have never run anything on this big of a scale before, and I hope so desperately to create a memorable experience for everyone involved. All of my members and moderators mean SO SO MUCH TO ME. It is truly amazing to me to see your creativity shine, and all the wonderful characters you've made so far. I'd love to see even more as time goes on!!

Now, of course, there's still room for those uninitiated. The current plot needs to be updated on the website, but if you hop in the server, you can get some pretty decent rundowns from fellow members if you're interested! You must be 18+ to join, there's no applications, and there's little to no restriction on the kinds of cat characters you can make in here.

If you’re interested, read below the cut to see more in-depth details about the server and story, or check out the links right below to get started on reading the lore, about the Decks, and so on. To join the RP, just go ahead and click the link to the Discord server! After you’re in, wait some time for our mods to check you over, and give you permission to join. I would love to see a batch of new members and potential helpers/mods in this first arc, so please please PLEASE take a looksie at my story, and I hope to see you there!!

♪♫♪► WEBSITE ► RULES ► SEND AN ASK ► DISCORD LINK ♪♫♪► SERVER ADOPTS ► ALLEGIANCES ► LORE ON TUMBLR

"We picture seven swinging branches, with seven swinging bodies--seven singing trumpets, with seven seals to come! We shall overcome!"

Here’s what you can expect from this RP:

► Oh god, there’s elemental magic built into the cats. ► It all takes place entirely in a world of my own, so there’s a shitton of worldbuilding! ► Paranormal and supernatural activities, including Gods and ghosts from the grave! ► Non-feline animals are allowed in limited quantities! ► There’s no Starclan, just Ad Infinitum and it’s subsections! ► A completely overhauled and hand-crafted Warriors ranking system! ► A mostly liquid time based RP, both in events, roleplay, and aging! ► Morally dubious and evil characters allowed in certain quantities! ► Neurodivergent/mentally ill/physically disabled characters are allowed with no restrictions or paywalls! ► Currency system to add rare traits to your cats, AND MORE! ► Occasionally fun games and events to earn you points for currency, as well as to bond with your fellow server-mates!

The Seven Trumpets is an 18+ horror Warrior Cats Roleplay based around the concept of a biblical apocalypse, inspired by the album 'Until The Horror Goes' by the band John Congleton & The Nighty Nite. It uses a lot of horror themes, though mostly focuses on psychological horror and the idea of unreality and fear, and how those can drive characters to survive, or cease surviving entirely.

This RP will focus on some darker topics, and gore will be featured from time to time. This RP may not be for the faint of heart, and I encourage you to make sure you can handle psychological horror before coming into this server! Although this RP is horror themed, it will not be purely angst and hardship. As the goal of the story is to stop an apocalypse, there will be themes of hope and light coming through the darkness, and characters finding the strength to keep pushing on even when everything is against them. Don't expect this server to be purely dark with no happiness, as that just wouldn't be fun for anyone to constantly deal with anxiety and pain and suffering all the time!

[wangxianficfinder]

Good evening! This is a super random ask but do the modes or the readers have read https://archiveofourown.org/works/44344186/chapters/111521053 ? I wanted to ask if anyone has it bookmarked w/ a summary? I wanted to know what I was getting myself into cuz the fic summary doesn't give away anything.I don't mind spoilers.

Hello! I haven't read this one but perhaps one of our followers has ^^

Diphylleia Grayi by salvatoree (M, 222k, wangxian, major character death, White-Haired WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Time Travel Fix-It, Blind WWX, Temporary Character Death, Auras, Everybody Lives, Slow Burn, Fluff, Heavy Angst w Eventual Happy Ending, Childhood Trauma, Depressed WWX, Soft wangxian, Second Chances, Anxiety Attacks, WWX Has ADHD, Ableism, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Good Parents JFM & YZY, Eventual Smut, Dreams and Nightmares, Blood and Gore, Good Uncle LQR, Oblivious WWX, XY is a Brat, Evil JGY, Falling In Love, Protective LWJ, Repressed Memories, Demonic Cultivation, Sunshot Campaign, Plot Twists, Self-Mutilation, Suicidal Thoughts, Psychological Trauma, Mental Breakdown, Attempted Sexual Assault, Surgery, Love Letters, Graphic Description of Corpses, Dysfunctional Family, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Panic Attacks, Forced Pregnancy, Implied/Referenced Suicide)

~Mod L

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broken-synchronicity: OH! I read part of it! It's kinda... surreal feeling initially? The author really wants to play up the mystery between WWX and the entity he made a deal with to go back. But the rest of the story is pretty interesting! Wwx learning how to navigate with his new form of "sight" and the difference in his relationships because of it and his past memories. It isn't a post-canon wwx, but the recently dead YLLZ! So he's not entirely aware of how he died, but he has an idea.

I liked how the "Evil JGY" tag actually came to light, as it was WWX trying to find and help JGY, only for Sisi to go, "No, that boy scares me, he has to be kinda evil", as well as how he was able to pull XY out of his situation and how that played out. I didn't get much farther, only to his arrival at Cloud Recesses before I stopped, so I don't know how some of those later tags come up

[deusexlachina]

Wannabe Warden Part 1: Idolize the worst woman in Thedas because she's unkillable

In which I set the most dubious transition goals anyone in Thedas has ever had, and am repeatedly TPKed in the tutorial for my hubris.

Before I even touch Dragon Age 2, I drown it in mods, like a kid who soaks most rice dishes in soy sauce. Or a fully grown adult who still soaks most of her rice dishes in soy sauce. In the interests of getting right into things, I'll bring these up gradually rather than all at once.

The real start of the game is the character creator. I'm tempted to make yet another horrible goth girl, but I stop myself. This is a character creator. I can be whoever I want (provided whoever I want to be is an abled, straight-haired, thin human noble with a gender-role-appropriate voice who can and will solve most problems with violence).

Following my better instincts, I go for a fresh look I make up on the spot instead of edgy goth stuff. This isn't a goth girl. This is an ordinary, upstanding citizen of Ferelden. Okay I did give her white hair and orange eyes and a mod that gives Aveline her hair in the Trespasser epilogue slides that I put into the character creator, BUT. At least she is not goth. That took incredible restraint. While I'm copying Aveline's hair, I decide I might as well copy her name as well.

This Hawke really looked up to Aveline, because she bravely fought by their side against the darkspawn at Ostagar, which makes her sort of like a Grey Warden. "Aveline is transition goals," I think to myself while planning this out, a statement that could only possibly be uttered in-character. Aveline probably died horribly like most of the army, but I will carry her flame. As I run away from the darkspawn.

Speaking of running away from the darkspawn, let me introduce a second mod: Nightmare Ultra difficulty, for people arrogant enough to think that Nightmare isn't enough of a challenge. It makes enemies tougher and more dangerous, which is surely welcome, because a mid-level understanding of the mechanics makes Dragon Age 2 a cakewalk.

Anyway, here's how the very first fight goes:

The Dragon Age 2 UI is a little different from Origins, so let me explain a few features. The minimap on the top right shows several red circles, each of which are darkspawn, any two of which are more than a match for me. Towards the bottom left, you'll see two red squares. Those are my brother and sister, who are collapsed and bleeding out on the ground. The dog symbol on the bottom middle is my dog, which is treated in this game as a summon. That grey segment is its cooldown, because the dog keeps getting beaten too badly to keep fighting.

I run for my life from one end of this area to the other, inches away from slavering darkspawn. My mom is there, too, but she's content to stand back and let her children take the heat. Which is just as well, because if she did fight she'd just be another red square.

After several minutes of this gruelling fight, which to reiterate is the very first fight in the game, it's time to move on. To another gruelling fight. Thankfully, the first one lets Aveline level up and grab Mighty Blow, a powerful attack that knocks enemies down in a (very very small) AOE. I switch to my greatsword and smack the darkspawn to the ground, in a catharsis that lasts about two minutes before the next fight. And then I see a dreadful sight.

AVELINE.

FUCK. SHE IS STILL ALIVE AND SHE'S RIGHT HERE.

Oh, also, there's a small army of darkspawn to massacre my family again. But that's just par for the course at this point.

There are far more darkspawn than my party can take on alone, but now we get to see why I idolize Other Aveline so much: When she's protecting her husband, she is invincible.

So...she won't mind if she handles most of the darkspawn for me, right? I mean, we'd die horribly. But she can take hits forever. Thanks, Other Aveline!

The rest of my family avoided my orange eyes and white hair - no, no, that's all you, Aveline. Unfortunately, their hair is a lot less cool because they're based on the presets you started character creation with and I forgot I was on the preset with a bob. Sorry Bethany. There was a mod that gives her a really edgy death-metal look with a shaved head, but that's a full morph, so it makes her the token white girl in the Hawke family. Not that I know that from experience and had to reset the game. As a consolation prize for her bad hair, I let her be slightly rounder and a lot better at hiding that she's a fucking wizard like she says she's doing. (Like Dalish in DAI, she's wielding a "bow"). This helps her look more like a person and less like Generic NPC #32, but honestly I'm still butthurt about no Dethany.

To help me pretend that Dragon Age 2 has replay value, I've modded every single member of the party. Well. Everyone who makes it to Kirkwall. Sorry Carver.

An ogre kills Carver in a cutscene, and then kills the rest of us in the actual gameplay. Actually, it's not so much the ogre, who is designed to be kited - unlike the numerous other darkspawn I've been kiting so far. It's his buddies, the little guys. There's a lot of them, and more than three of them at once is a death sentence. You know the intro, where Hawke can mow down darkspawn by the dozen because Varric's exaggerating? That's what the base game is like compared to this. I die again and again, in what the framing device would suggest represents Varric telling lots of versions in which Hawke could've died while Cassandra represses the urge to rip this dwarf's head off his little hairy body.

I look for a guide, and the guides all reassure me that this fight is easy and does not require any special build. High-fiving drowning woman.jpeg. I am forced to come up with my own strategy for this fight, which isn't even the end of the prologue. I keep up the Hawke tradition of running for my miserable life from the darkspawn horde. It turns out that if you immediately book it from the ogre, only the initial enemies will follow you - he won't get reinforcements until the fight's underway and you're on the usual platform. This makes a much more manageable fight of one ogre and two minions, which I beat with no trouble at all.

Mom yells at Carver to wake up, which makes sense because he recovered the last dozen or so times he was pounded into the dirt. Tragically, this time he's dead for real. The darkspawn have taken not only my home and my pride, but my brother. I must have vengeance!

At the sight of this heartwrenching cutscene, I exult in triumph and am then immediately killed, because this cutscene leads straight into another darkspawn encounter that's even bigger and nastier. I have to do the whole thing over again.

On a subsequent try, I find a very small window where - if you pause right as the ogre dies - you're out of combat but the cutscene hasn't started yet. You can save there. You're not meant to, because the devs didn't anticipate this part being at all difficult, because it is the prologue. It saves me a lot of stress, and eventually I...nearly die again. But Flemeth swoops in to save me! She's too late to save Carver, though. Worse, Other Aveline's husband is dying of the taint, a disease Flemeth says can only be cured by becoming a Grey Warden.

HELL YES IS THIS MILF WITH THE WARDENS??

Regrettably, she is not with the Wardens and in any case doesn't have archdemon blood. I will have to wait to seek my vengeance on the darkspawn. Worse, there's no available cure, so we must immediately euthanize Other Aveline's husband. It's a cultural norm in Ferelden that anything worse than a tummyache that doesn't immediately kill you can only be solved with euthanasia.

Flemeth is intrigued by me because I somehow felled an ogre. How did a humble babytrans with horrible transition goals and worse stats manage such a feat? Was it fate, or chance?

I'm wondering that too, lady.

[lautesschweigen]

i went on twitter yesterday for some reason, i still have an account there and i usually only check my notifs, i have them on for several accounts and that's it, but yesterday i actually looked at some of my friends' accounts and checked my profile, to see if i still follow some people i need to unfollow/block or if i have some thinks on my page that i forgot to delete and idk... i don't really remember who was fronting but for a little moment that person felt okay while being there, but now i just got such a whiplash all of a sudden

i don't know if this is a twitter thing or just a me thing or just a society(tm) thing

i just suddenly remembered that i'm not allowed there, and just in general i suddenly got like aware of the fact that i'm not allowed to be in some places and talk to some people... that i'm considered a big pervert and ultimate weirdo that shouldn't be allowed in public places, and should be blocked on sight and insta banned if i dare speak publicly ever again

and it's not just on twitter i am banned from a couple of discord servers and in one twitch chat and like there is no way for me to get unbanned from those places, as in i contacted mods and was made aware that there's nothing that can be done about it

and that's just such a shitty situation, such unfortunate circumstances, such stupid misunderstanding, i don't think i can actually blame anyone for anything? because everyone seem to have a good reason to act the way they act, and react the way they react, because our world is shit, our society is full of really bad stuff that no one deserves to deal with and that can traumatize you really bad and no one should be blamed for being broken...

it's so sad that i can't visit some places now without getting a panic attack and the thing is, i made mistakes and i did say or do some things that i now regret saying or doing, and it's so frustrating to know that i wasn't punished for any of the bad things i did but instead i got punished for just some absolutely random thing which doesn't really matter

and there is nothing i can do about it

and there's no one to blame for it

[v1ralkn1ght]

Minecraft Log, ch. 1: Neighbors

I figure starting something like this will help me actually stick with a Minecraft modpack for once, and maybe someone out there wants to listen to me ramble on and maybe shout some ideas at me as we go. We're rolling in 1.16.5 because my computer begins to have major anxiety if I try to chug along in 1.20.

So, let's start with the mods. Our major stuff is the Pam's Harvestcraft for a harsher start and to reinforce my usual farming base habits, some extra mobs via Alex's and Odd Water Mobs, Apotheosis to try and give me the odd heart attack, and a funny 'lil number called Nourished End.

So hey, let's start with our home! It's been about ten in-game days, I think, and I play pretty slow, but this is nice progress for me. The stone platform used to be an entire hillside, something I'd carved into on day one to not get mauled to death. It's a work in progress, but I think it'll make a pretty sight once I start making actual stone bricks and give the wooden house part its second story and roof.

You might notice all the water caves, and I'm very not glad to say those things are all over the place, and these are the *nice* ones only because of the water. I need to fill a lot of 'em in, especially behind the house where all my main farm stuff is going to be, as I don't want to forget a hole going straight down for 20 blocks exists and break my shins.

Speaking of main farm, here's my starter. We've got wheat and barley, until I can make a kitchen with the Cooking for Blockheads mod, and I'm hoping to get a carrot and potato from the multiple hordes of zombies. I'm going to eventually have a greenhouse with all the tasty crops, but once I expand this a bit towards the camera it'll be a nice, large set of fields for all those plants that don't spoil if you don't immediately fridge 'em.

Oh, and you might notice that I marked Jim here. He spawned in a dungeon right on that birch mountain, thanks to Apotheosis, and has full enchanted armor. Thankfully, zombie piglins are still passive, so I'm just gonna let Jim have his little apartment up in there while I'm still at my tissue-papery 5 heart maximum. Won't even despawn thanks to him coming with a pre-nametag on spawning, so I can visit him at any time.

[quotemenevervore]

Love the rewritten bit! I just love hurt and comfort. Anyways, with the au thing, I had the idea of taking the aliens coming into the human community from among us lore, with the whole tongue pulling them into the mouth thing like the mouth spike in the kill animation, I'm mixing it with IRL Minecraft but the dream smp is either a roleplay or only gets to after the first war (l'manburg independence) and people just righted their wrongs so there are rocky relationships. And then 2 people among the server members are those aliens, noticed due to animal sightings decreasing a lot, but they are like slightly researched and prejudiced against but not seen as monsters by all. I say IRL Minecraft cuz I want tech, the internet, and easy research for this, but I also want mobs so I can come up with ways they could taste. I like the idea that I would basically be making my own species with these ideas, but I never know how to write it down in a way others understand. Thanks for letting me ramble about this, my family would just say I'm weird (but when am I not). Also, I GOT STRAY FOR CHRISTMAS AND PLAYED SOME OF IT TODAY I LOVE IT. IT IS SO CUTE JUST AHJJHSKSJKJSKS

-Gremlin Anon

YOOO I HEAR THAT GAME IS AWESOME IM HAPPY FOR YOU

Also for some reason I straight up said “oh modded Minecraft” when you explained the irl thing more, I know technically they don’t have internet and stuff like that, but I get what you’re saying lol

I really like that idea though! Bonus points if the ‘imposters’ are disguised as hybrids because it throws everyone off their track for a while until they know it’s okay and they won’t be attacked by the others

Even more bonus points if one of the imposters is discovered because they got a little too curious about how their friend tasted…

[namis-daydream]

“Ya better step away from what ain’t yours, asshole. Saw her first—“

as soon as those words left the mans mouth, it was game over; katsuki saw red. “what ain’t yours,” the phrase kept repeating in his head like a mantra. anger, and hurt ran through the blondes bloodstream and he couldn’t help want happened next.

the explosion was loud, knocking the flirt straight on his ass into the urinals. the flirt groaned, clutching his stomach in pain, resting his head against the tiled wall. only then did he realise just who the blonde was; pro hero, dynamite. the man felt dread pool into his gut, he knew he had truly fucked up as he stared at katsuki. he was breathing heavy, rage visible in his stance, in his actions — the pro hero was ready for a fight, for another attack — it almost seemed as if he was out of it, thoughts clouding his vision.

“bakugou! what the fuck happened in here?”

katsuki’s pr manager, sana, showed face in the mens bathroom after hearing the all too familiar explosion. kirishima and deku were hot on her heels just in case any back up was needed. she walked in front of the blonde, heels clacking against the tiles, with a disappointed pout on her glossed lips.

“oi.”

she grabbed his attention by poking him in the shoulder, then crossing her arms over her chest in her classic stance the katsuki knew too well; she meant business, and she was not pleased.

“your reputation is already shit as is, and now you want to start on a civilian?”

— bkg nonnie 🧡💥!

( mod note : ALSO NOT ME FORGETTING TO GO ANONYMOUS ON THE LAST ASK ???? )

My legs are wobbly as they take me to the men’s bathroom, fully aware of who’s in it and of the explosion.

When the sight welcomes me upon my entry, I swallow back the urge to vomit, especially when I see Katsuki’s PR manager clawing her nails at any visible inch of skin he has whilst pouting up at him— maybe I’m delirious from the drinks but I don’t care enough to make sense of anything.

“Y’know.” Denki says between giggles. “When I said blow off some steam, I didn’t mean—,” Im nudged away from the door when Denki -I hope he just stops speaking-, Mina and the rest barge in after me, and I stumble away and closer to … Ito? I can’t be bothered to remember anymore, god knows theres no chance.

“The only thing shit in here is his breath. Fuck outta here —“

Whatever shes saying to Katsuki in reply is static to my ears, probably gonna jut her lip and whine at him— i don’t want to hear it. Its all tuned out by the man’s growls as he leans against the tiles.

“Ya ain’ havin her, you shitty wishy washy excuse of a hero.”

Against my better judgment, my eyebrow twitches in annoyance, and i kneel down close enough for Ito to think I’m checking on his wounds. But instead I hiss low enough for him to hear.

“Don’t write a check your ass can’t cash. You’d be minced beef before we leave this building if you don’t keep it to yourself.”