#idk how i feel about this XD i feel like it's so dry for some reason but idk what to do about it

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RAINCODE COMIC COLLAB~☔️

BEHOLD THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR!!

3 full weeks of work and its finally completed!

So @kazinsblog and I did another raincode art collab together but this one was a HUGE project! This one's a full 18 page comic!

Idk if you all remember the comic idea that Kazin was planning to do that involved Yuma overworking himself until he gets sick and then gets tended to by everyone else. But when I saw it, I decided to ask her if she was willing to possibly collaborate on it, remaking it where she sketched it and I colored it.

Kazin's Beta images: 1 2 3 4

So here's the results of all that work. We've been at this since December 17th so this has been an almost full month collaboration. And of course mine's a bit more altered to my own style as well as adding my own touches and making it a little more whumpy/extreme... X'D I also freehand drew shinigami in my version as well.

Both our versions look pretty different! The only thing that are the same are the poses. So feel free to check out Kazin's traditional version as well!

Since its an 18 page comic, I decided to put it under a keep reading so it won't clutter everyone's timelines. Also, I will be narrating the pages because I love narrating sick filler type stories. So brace yourself for a VERY LOOONG post!! Def need time to read this one! (and no purple tinted filters here this time!)

Also note: If the writing is blue, it means the character is thinking, just like in the game! :)

And I apologize on the inconsistency of Yuma's bangs... I thought it was one way before so half of the comic he looks like he has square bangs... oof XD I fix it around page 10

ANYWAY, hope you enjoy this soft buffet, Raincode Community! 🌡️💕

(Page 1)

Our story begins on an ordinary day in Kanai Ward. Rainy gloomy and depressing as ever. Our little victim... wait... XD I mean protagonist Yuma decides to go out to investigate more about Kanai Ward to try to track down it's supposed ultimate secret. Yakou sets him off wishes him well and tells him to be careful. However, as he's out, he finds out a lot of people in the city need help. Because of his good nature and unable to turn down someone in need, he decides to help whoever he can. (the ultimate side-questing lol) Before he knows it, he's soaking wet and he had helped 10 people in total. Time passed and it was almost evening so he returns to the submarine. Yuma was completely unphased by this. (and he didn't dry himself off for 4 hours due to being occupied with tasks)

(Page 2)

Yuma returns to the Agency's submarine to greet his chief holding his meatbun order. (that also got wet) But Yakou notices that the trainee is sopping wet to the core and shivering. He immediately loudly demands that he sit down so he can tend to him. Yuma does as he's told and sits on the checkered sofa. Yakou rushes to the shower room to grab some small towels to help him dry off. But because Yakou is so panicked, he ends up being very rough in drying Yuma, pulling his hair and causing the small boy pain. After he dries him off, he tells Yuma he isn't allowed to leave anymore for the rest of the day and demands him to rest. Yuma tries to retaliate using puppy eyes, but it doesn't work. Yakou is immune.

(Page 3)

The next day Yuma asks Yakou if he can go out to work after he finishes his morning chores around the place looking very eager. Yakou still looks a little concerned by how tired Yuma looks, so he tells him to not go out alone. He assigns him a partner to go with the rest of the week.

On the first day he's paired with Halara. The two of them are asked to investigate the art gallery of Ginma. (maybe after the nail man case) But over time, Yuma starts developing a lingering cough that persists for quite some time. Halara asks Yuma is he's okay, to which Yuma lies saying that it's due to the dust of the room. But of course being sharp, Halara isn't buying it. But they decide to not persist him further.

On the second day, he's paired with Desuhiko. They're asked to go help out at the Aetheria Academy with another case (not murder related this time) However on the way to the school and in Ginma, Yuma starts slowing down, he's shaking and is a little wobbly. Desuhiko notices this and asks if he wants to go to the cafe for a drink. Yuma nods and as they go to the cafe and order some coffee, Yuma takes off his hat and coat and Desuhiko finally realizes how pale he looks. He's even slower at replying to him as he speaks, as if he's in a daze. Desuhiko decides to take Yuma back to the agency after this.

(Page 4)

On Day three, he's paired with Fubuki. But he doesn't even make it to the case as when he goes to the sun and moon hotel to meet with her, Fubuki notices and points out that Yuma's face looks red. The boy clearly had a fever building. Yuma argues with her but Fubuki persists. The two of them try to go to the case but Yuma nearly collapses. So Fubuki returns him to the agency.

On the fourth day where he's supposed to be paired with Vivia he spends a majority of the day passed out. Vivia decides to watch over him using his forte to not disturb him. During the night while he's asleep, his breathing gets more labored and he's completely restless. Vivia looks at him deeply worried for his dear friend's well being.

The next morning Yuma somehow finds the strength to get himself up. Maybe that one day of rest was enough. But Yakou insists that he stays put today. Angrily yelling at him to be still and take today off as well.

Meanwhile, a certain two seem to notice each other...

(Page 5)

Vivia's spirit notices Shinigami and decides to give her a warning. Make sure Yuma listens to Yakou and doesn't leave. Giving her the iciest glare, Shinigami fearfully agrees.

But this effort would be for naught, despite how he feels, Yuma's relentless determination forces himself up, putting on his rain attire and heads up the steps of the sub to the outside when Yakou isn't looking. Shinigami does what she can to stop him, but he doesn't listen...and Shinigami being a ghost, there was nothing she could do to physically hold him back. All she could do was follow, and prepare for the inevitable.

By some miracle he makes it to the church, up the stairs to speak to the nun. Who tells him to play therapy again for the townsfolk. He nods and heads to his first client. But when he returns to kamasaki to speak to him, he can barely make out what he's saying as he lets out a few more coughs.

Once he leaves the client, before long, Yuma could hear something in his body snap.

(Note: I direct most of the story, but Vivia conversing with Shinigami in spirit mode was actually Kazin's idea! So credit to her for that, So silly and fun! ^^)

(Page 6)

Yuma's body had finally reached it's limit. All the fatigue, chills and body aches had hit him all at once at full force like armed weaponry. His head began throbbing, he was shaking violently and uncontrollably, he felt nauseated by the rain's smell, and his body heat and the lingering dizziness was unbearable. He found a safe corner in the alleyway of Kamasaki to collapse. Telling Shinigami she was right and he should have listened to her, while the burning fever and cold rain wrecked his delicate frame even further. His voice was hardly audible, but Shinigami still heard and practically tells him to go back. But Yuma had no strength left...

Then like clockwork as they finish speaking, he could hear his name called. At first it sounded kind and questionable. But that rapidly changed, the voice now angrily yelling out his full name. As he looked up this voice belonged to...Yakou. He looks down at the boy in pure disappointment and anger.

Turns out a certain someone was tailing him. And alerted Yakou what happened just in time.

(Note: I make the red darker the more extreme the temperature and lighter the less extreme. I got to experiment with all sorts of new ways to color fevers hehe~ >w<)

(Page 7)

Yuma shockingly looks up at Yakou. Oh no, he was so BUSTED! Shinigami even says as much. Yakou practically scoops Yuma in his arms carrying him back to the agency. As he was lifted Yuma's world begun spinning. He could barely hear the chief nagging him in a panicked tone. It was all distorted and it was making his head hurt more. Yakou placed a hand to his cheek and was shocked by how hot it felt. All Yuma could do was apologize and hope his world stops spinning and that Yakou eventually stops yelling... (also I put numbers for the order to read the speech bubbles in)

Upon returning to the agency, Yakou dries Yuma off, asks Desuhiko to give him a warm set of clothes to borrow and put him to his own bed. Grabbing a basin of very cold water, washcloths and a digital thermometer. He placed one of the wet cold cloths under his bangs and upon reading the boy's temperature, it was high. Almost high enough to visit the ER. Yakou was even more mad, but speaks in a non yelling tone. Giving Yuma another stern warning to not leave the bed. To which Yuma weakly agrees to.

But Yakou's back to yelling again, feeling paranoid Yuma would be missing by the time he gets back from getting the supplies. So he drills that message right into the boy's already throbbing head once more. Everyone else in the office awkwardly listen in as the sick trainee gets scolded.

(Note: Just an FYI, Yuma's speech bubbles being wavy is a sign his voice is raspy and the text being a bit hard to read means his voice is hardly audible)

(Page 8)

Yakou leaves Yuma alone and walks into the office in his raincoat telling the other detectives that he'll be leaving soon and to watch over Yuma in his absence and NOT let him leave. He is so full of anger and anxiety that he yells at all of them too.

Everyone agrees and as Yakou leaves, they all discuss among themselves Yuma's state the days they were partners with him. He was in bad shape. And he only got worse as the days went by. They all knew.

(Page 9)

Meanwhile back in Yakou's quarters, Yuma was getting lectured yet again. This time by his death god partner, Shinigami. The poor trainee only wanted peace and quiet to make the pain in his head go away, using what little energy he has remaining speaking in his head he tried telling her to stop.

But the aggravated spirit persisted, saying that as his mentor she had the right to scold him just as much as Yakou. She continued her rant, until an abrupt sound from her master shut her up.

The few coughs that came from Yuma eventually erupted into a full blown coughing fit. The coughs sounding more wet, rough and serious. After coughing 10 to 15 times in a row Yuma was exhausted. Shinigami looked down at him panting with concern and pity in her eyes. She decided to stop the lecture for his sake.

After the fit, Yuma was left raggedly breathing. As Shinigami gave him her permission to rest and take it easy, he didn't answer. He couldn't. That fit completely mangled his throat. He was not able to speak vocally or in thought process anymore due to his head being in too much pain. As was the rest of his body, aching and burning. So he didn't answer her. All he could do was hope sleep would eventually take hold of him to make all this awful heat and pain stop even if for a just moment.

(Note: That's the penalty Yuma... x'D Sorry I gotta make him suffer lol. Also this is the only page that’s actually read left to right. I messed that up, sorry!!)

(Page 10)

After some time passed it was time for the Master Detectives to all take part in taking care of Yuma. The whole agency had a day off to do this. So upon his return, Yakou instructs everyone to look after Yuma in 2 hour shifts through the day. Even if it was just to watch him sleep. He couldn't be left alone.

Halara was first. Their task was to help Yuma take the medicine that was bought. There were three types of medicine for him to take. Antibiotics (white pills) for the general illness symptoms, painkillers (red and white pills) for the headache/fever, and finally...cough syrup. (aka his least favorite... XD) Halara made sure to be very gentle with Yuma propping him upward as his whole body was burning and he was very shaky. He even had trouble drinking the water, so Halara had to get a mug instead so they could help him drink it by holding the handle, and using the other hand to support his back. Despite the struggle, Halara worked diligently to complete their task as a caretaker in full. (as for who paid them to do this...idk I'll leave that to your imagination XD)

(The cough syrup idea was inspired by this fic :3)

Desuhiko had the second shift and the whole time he was waiting for his turn, he was writing a song for Yuma. Having the delusion that his angelic voice would lul the sick boy to sleep, he played his guitar and began singing. Yuma's headache did improve enough to speak in his head now, but that wouldn't last, as the loud noises from the guitar made his head pound even further with every strum. Shinigami begs for the noise to cease fire on her poor eardrums, but Yuma doesn't have it in him to stop Desuhiko. The gesture was kind so he decided to try to listen to the whole song, despite the noise. He does eventually tell him to stop though (using hand gestures) when another song comes afterward. So then the two spend their time conversing for a bit, (though desuhiko does more of the talking as yuma just nods or makes small noises/hand gestures due to his throat still hurting too much to talk) Desuhiko even telling him he could keep the sweater and shorts he had lent to him. To which Yuma softly smiles at him as a thank you before he eventually falls asleep again.

Fubuki has the third shift, and her task was to feed Yuma the warm vegetable soup that was bought earlier and that Halara had just finished making, along with Fubuki's help. She volunteers to feed him as she remembers a time she was ill as a child in the clockford mansion and one of her servants tended to her, feeding her soup just the same. Unfortunately, because this was a memory of her early childhood, she repeats similar phrases as the servant did when she was feeding Yuma, who was clearly not a small child. Yuma's fever had dropped enough to where he could find a bit of strength to try and sit up on his own now, and his once mangled throat’s condition had improved for him to speak a little bit. As he listened to Fubuki's rambling he tries to play along with her despite the whole thing being a bit embarrassing for someone his age. At least the soup was nice and warm. It felt good going down his very sore throat.

(Funny Fact: The order that Yuma is both partnered and tended to by each detective, is the same order as the chapters in game he's partnered with them LOL)

(Page 11)

It was evening, and now it was Vivia's turn to take the fourth and final shift. At first he was just going to sit and watch Yuma while he read his book quietly, but Yakou suggested that he read one of his books out loud to Yuma to help him relax better like a bedtime story. Vivia was unsure at first, as he's never read to anyone before. But he decided to give it a try. He asks Yuma what his preference in literature is before he starts, and Yuma tells him he enjoys detective novels the most. So he pulls out the novel that was in his reading list and begins to read it out loud to him. Turns out he was quite a natural at narrating, and his slow voice was very soothing. Yuma felt so relaxed that he felt like he would fall asleep any minute, but he tries to stay awake to listen to the story a bit more. Shinigami however, conks out immediately. (fyi: yes this is the novel Vivia talks about in his final gumshoe gab. I tried to make up stuff based on it.. X'D)

Once the clock strikes 9pm and night falls, the Master Detectives all wish Yuma well and leave to return to the hotel to retire for the night. It was just Yakou and Yuma now. Yakou, who had just come back from another errand, walks over to Yuma who was now fast asleep. He looked a little better so Yakou removed the towel from his forehead and places his hand onto it. It still felt warm but no longer as hot as it did hours ago. Meaning he was out of the danger zone, much to Yakou's relief. He places the towel back in the water basin wringing it out and re-applying it to his forehead. Then he lets out a yawn. He was pretty tired. He decides that instead of sleeping in the office on one of the sofas, he'd stay by Yuma's side. His removes his jacket, goes and turns off the overhead lights, sits down and places his head down on his desk. Then after telling the sleeping trainee goodnight he turns off the small light by his desk.

OKAY FUN FACT: The comic WAS going to end here going on to the final page... Buuut~ We were STARVING for some good ol' Yakou Fathero :3 So... Enjoy these bonus 6 pages of Yakou having a shift of his own to look after Yuma in the middle of the night. And its the longest shift.

This ones for you Yakou Fathero fans! Eat your fill!

(I know we sure did :3)

Also I apologize if the lighting here is inaccurate ;w; I tried my best I'm no pro LOL

(Page 12)

A little past midnight, Yuma was stirring in his sleep. Making all sorts of groaning sounds as if he was in pain. He was likely having a nightmare. This is confirmed by his eyes suddenly opening and him violently flinging himself up screaming, and the cold cloth flying off his forehead.

This sound wakes Yakou up immediately as he puts his glasses back on asking Yuma if he's okay. He flicks the light by his desk on to check on him. Yuma's found shaking with tears in his eyes stating quietly that it was just a dream. Yakou sympathizes with Yuma as fever dreams were usually not fun, but a fever NIGHTMARE was always bad. The chief offers the shaking trainee some water to try to help him settle down.

(FYI: Shinigami is going to be absent from this part of the story because I think her banter and antics would ruin the fluff, so she'll just be lurking above in the shelf like a cat the whole time.)

(Page 13)

Yuma accepts the water practically snatching it from Yakou's hands and quickly gulping it down. Yakou tells him to pace himself not wanting him to choke. Once he exhales from the water drink, Yuma sheepishly apologizes for waking Yakou up with his scream, feeling like a burden. Yakou reassures him it's okay and decides to ask him the question of why he pushed himself this far while he was still awake. Hard enough to make himself sick. Why did he do it?

Yuma was surprised by this but decides to try to tell him. He hands the water glass back and began talking. Under his raspy voice and somewhat heavy breathing, he says that he wanted to be useful as he felt like a burden to everyone since he lost his memory. He also says that he likes helping others and that it feels familiar to him. Determined to try to unlock a core memory of his past he kept doing this, even to the point of pushing his limits.

Then he suddenly stopped speaking...

(Page 14)

...aaand cue the coughing fit. Yuma's throat got scratchy and irritated after his long explanation, causing him to cough about 5/8 times in a row. Not as bad as his previous fit but it was more than enough to startle and worry Yakou.

Yakou quickly hands Yuma the water glass he had just taken from him hoping it would soothe his throat. He tells him that helping others is a good thing but he shouldn't push himself to the point that his health gets affected. Yuma quietly nods and as he sips the water still shaking, Yakou feels bad and decides to apologize to him for being harsh before. Stating that he only lost his temper because he was scared and worried for him. He also places his hand to Yuma's cheek in both comfort and to check his temperature. It felt slightly warmer than a few hours ago.

Yuma quietly apologizes to Yakou for worrying him, still holding the water glass. Yakou forgives him. Then he takes the glass from him and then the towel that fell off Yuma's forehead. He grabs a fresh one and soaks it in the basin wringing it out and places it back on the trainee’s forehead unintentionally a bit roughly. Yuma groans and shivers a little from the cold of it.

Yakou then lies Yuma back down, tucking him back in trying to make him comfortable. But his actions were a bit too comforting. He was not meaning to in any way and he wasn't sure what came over him, but he was treating Yuma like a little kid. Yuma notices and feels a little embarrassed by it, but decides to only say it in his head.

Yakou decides to do one more thing before he lets him go back to sleep.

(Note: Hey far as anyone's concerned Yuma, you are practically his BABY when you are having a sick day, so deal with it hehehe :3c)

(Page 15)

Temperature taking page time :D (my favorite, teehee! I know some cultures and in anime they take the temperature under the arm, but there's just something so endearing and adorable about a sickie with a thermometer in their mouth <3 OKAY MY RAMBLING ASIDE...)

Yakou is now a bit concerned that Yuma's fever spiked again after that little harsh coughing fit so he decides to take his temperature one more time before letting Yuma go to sleep again. Yuma obliges and goes along with it opening his mouth as the device is inserted.

After 15 seconds the device beeps and Yakou takes it out. Yuma shyly pulls the duvet up to his face and hides as he meekly asks if its any better feeling a little nervous. Yakou responds that it is better than it was the first time, where it was a dangerous degree.

However, he still wasn't out of the woods yet. The fever was still there and although it went down, it was still in the red. Yakou states that he's still feverish to which Yuma just apologizes. Poor thing just wants this to be over, he really doesn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

(sorry yuma I can't let you off that easily hehe 😈)

(also yes I put an instruction manual for how the thermometer works, I am so obsessed that I even give the thermometer lore LMAO. Sorry if I'm inaccurate in any of those readings. I used google... ^^;)

(Page 16)

Yakou places the thermometer back on the desk and tells Yuma to go to sleep. Saying the fever will likely break by morning. To which Yuma states that he's in Yakou's bed and that he should return to the checkered sofa so his boss could sleep, attempting to try getting up. But Yakou puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him and denies this and says his desk is fine and that Yuma needed the bed more than him.

He also says that if Yuma had another bad dream that he would be there for him. Yuma smiles at Yakou quietly thanking him as he's tucked back into the duvet. Yakou pats it gently telling the trainee to close his eyes.

It isn't long before Yuma is back to being fast asleep. (and shinigami too)

Yakou monologues to himself for a bit groaning at how much trouble this small detective has been for him since he showed up. But then he switches his tune and places a hand to Yuma's head petting it softly. He says he's happy he's working hard for the sake of his memories but right now he needs to work on getting better. Saying it would help everyone in the agency if he wanted to help people.

He wishes him well continuing to pet his head for a bit longer to soothe him before going back to sleep himself turning the light off again.

(Page 17)

2 hours later, Yuma was stirring and whining in his sleep once again. Yakou groggily wakes up wiping his tired eyes upon hearing the soft noises the small trainee was uttering. And he was crying again. Can only be one thing: Another nightmare.

Instead of turning the light on to wake him up, Yakou moves his chair close to him sitting at his side. Not saying a single word. (cept in his head lol) He reaches his hand for Yuma's as it twitches and he takes hold of it gently.

Yakou eventually leans on the bed as he does so and falls asleep sitting up again. Yuma's groaning and and heavy breathing begin to settle down a little as he felt Yakou's presence close by.

Then he smiles as he closes his hand in his sleep holding Yakou's hand back, leaning a bit close to it. He felt safe again... <3

(Note: This poor thing has way too much trauma... ;w; I headcanon that he's prone to night terrors on occasion, but when he gets a fever, its even WORSE. Fevers do be messing with your head... x3)

(Page 18 Final)

The next morning when Yakou wakes up, he checks on Yuma. He still felt slightly warm but he looked much better. Seemed the worst was over and it would likely last just one more day.

When he's fully awake and at his desk, Desuhiko shows up asking Yakou if Yuma's okay and offered to wake him up. Yakou denies it saying Yuma needed one more day of rest, the fever may have been only slight now, but in the rain it would rise again easily.

Desuhiko agrees and declares that he's going to work hard today. Likely to make up for Yuma's absence. Yakou teases him and the two have a bit of a banter.

Yuma meanwhile is asleep peacefully. Still having a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he's able to sleep a lot easier now. His fever was slowly but surely breaking. (now in the yellow) Shinigami sleeps beside him, making sure she protects him from any nightmares in yakou's absence. (after all only SHE can give her master nightmares)

He wakes up fully recovered the following morning thanking everyone for taking such good care of him, and he makes sure to not push himself anymore. And continues searching for the city's ultimate secret while pacing himself to help others from now on.

THE END ❤️

(I practically made this into a sickfic in its own right... XD)

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed!! This is just a little artist credit page I made for Kazin and I c: Also art semi-face reveal?? xD Kinda?? Idk lol (we just two gals that like our sick comfort haha x3)

Anyway thank you again Kazin for doing this with me!! It was hard work but it was a blast and the final result came out amazing. Its surely a project I will cherish forever~ 💜🩷✨🌡️

A wholesome story to start 2024 on a good note.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok ok... I haven't read the OG book (I ordered that though and it's arriving on Wednesday!), but... Hear me out.

Apparently, according to Google, originally Aunt Em and Unkle Henry are actually Dorothy's adopted parents. Her biological mother left her on their doorstep. In Oz, the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion all vowed to look after each other and Dorothy on their way to Oz.

What if Dorothy, as a baby/young child, got taken to Oz and somehow found herself in the care of the trio? Maybe one of them found her and basically adopted her (Scare was nailed to his post, and Lion was a coward that ran from everything. So my best guess would be Tinny). Or all three of them if they had found each other first? Imagine them all trying to figure out what to do with this child! Imagine the lengths they go to protect her and take care of her! Imagine Dorothy growing up and hearing them all say they don't have brains, heart or courage, but she sees them as the smartest, loving and bravest people she knows! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Basically, a Three Men and a Baby/Little Lady AU, but with Dorothy and Friends. Idk about you, but I need this wholsomeness in my life XD ^^ (maybe Dorothy's wish in this AU would be to know where she really came from? 🤔)

*DEEP INHALE*

... now I have to re-watch 3 Men and a Baby. Thats okay, I love that movie XD

🥺🥺🥺 BUT IMAGINE LION FINDS HER FIRST!! He was scared by her at first, so he rushes behind some bushes or something... just to see another jungle creature approach the defenseless little bundle. And they look h u n g r y. And Lion is terrified of that creature even worse, but even more then that?? He's scared f o r the defenseless bundle!!

So. He decides, taking a deep whimpering breath. He has to save it.

And after that he ends up keeping the little one, because oh its kind of cute?? So sweet??? He's still a little scared of it every time it cries or screams (or sneaks up on him, if Dorothy's already crawling), but its so... weak. Cant even roar. And its all alone, like him... He Has to care for it.

But he cant do it here. Its too dangerous in the jungle. They have to go somewhere else.

And on the way to a 'safe place', they meet Tin and Scarecrow!!! The Lion tries to leave them both as soon as he sees them, but both times baby Dorothy slips from the Lion's grasp, or cries so sadly at the prospect of leaving them that once again- he h a s to step up and help the strange men.

Okay, some extra HC's that came to mind with this:

Scarecrow showing his brains by being the one to find food for baby Dottie after Tin Woodman tells Lion she cant eat raw meat- thats not how baby humans work. Scare did the same thing for little teenage Dorothy in the book! He found her food multiple times (Nuts, fruit) and I just love that about their relationship. He also covers her in dry leaves to keep her warm while she sleeps.

Tin Woodman showing his heart when he's the one to hold Baby Dottie and stick with her and sympathise with her through all her tantrums and bouts of uncontrollable crying. As she grows up this doesn't change, and he's always the one she talks to when she needs it.

Just another book thing I love, but- Tin and Scare watching over Lion and baby Dottie every night while they slept, since they don't do that. Baby Dottie often sleeping in Scare's arms because he's squishy and warm like a blanket and Lion will get startled if she sleeps with him and suddenly moves.

Tin Woodman making Dottie clothes and blankets and stuff as she gets bigger. I just feel like out of all of them, Tin would have the most home-making skills. (IMAGINE HIM TEACHING LION HOW TO KNIT, THOUGH!! It would be such a nice calm activity for him <3)

Scare and Lion telling the best bedtime stories while Tin sits with little Dottie in his lap and gets just as into it as she does. Scare's get goofy and out-there, while Lion's detail brave acts of daring-do he imagines he might complete if he had the courage.

IMAGINE HOW THIS CHANGE EFFECTS THE DOROTHY MUST DIE VERSION OF THE STORY!! Those are no longer her friends- thats her Straw Dad and her Fur Dad and her Tin Dad. The love Tin has for Dorothy is no longer romantic (Unless it still is, in which case... I'm still intrigued by this even darker storyline honestly) but fatherly. Protective. Maybe he's sad that she's turned out this way, but he will never turn away from her?? He couldn't?? Thats his little girl and he will always be on her side.

[ecoamerica]

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[phaerlax]

The GaruKaru to-do list

My most important notes.

Characters I've contrived into fucking Karu

Morvay (sucked his brains out through his cocklet after refusing to let Karu top in a size queen moment)

Edmond (receives a blowjob after getting a dose of devious sex pollen poison meant for Eiden)

Olivine (gets dry-humped after curing his food poisoning)

Quincy (plows his ass after healing it from Garu's offscreen ass-plowing session the night before)

Kuya (flogs him in magical chastity until he cums on release)

Eiden (gets ass eaten in heat until he begs for cock)

A sparrow yokai (ass beaten with a switch, figged, fingerblasted, tail-stroked)

Characters I must contrive into fucking Karu

Aster. I can easily come up with Aster/Karu 'punishment' scenarios, but I'm usually more interested in Karu coping with the aftermath. I must find something interesting that Aster would want to do himself, and maybe make it a bit more sexual than strictly punishing. Just to give Karu a break from all the mistreatment I always have in store.

Yakumo. Easier to come up with Yakumo/Garu. There might be potential in Karu's 'apprentice' delulu, though. And I think it would be fun if Karu was very offended by Yakumo's crushing anxiety about his dick being too big for him XD

Blade. This one is easy, I have more than one concept lol (nosy Blade embarrassingly prodding Karu in the aftermath of an Aster/Karu punishment; Blade giving Karu and Garu the full belly rub special after they give him a cute birthday present)

Dante. God as my witness I will have Dante go OOC and wrestle overpower and spank Karu's spirit out over petty tsun bullshit. Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings + check notes.

Rei. Need a bit more canon info but I love the concept of Rei letting Karu top out of guilt, being unsure of how to handle the novel feeling of caring a lot about his partner's pleasure, and giving Karu pointers. I also love the image of Karu fucking Rei and burying his face onto him as he angrily vents about stuff that is stressing him out and Rei is like there there. Idk.

Rin. Need a LOT more canon info to make this more than generic noncon.

Characters I've contrived into fucking Garu

Aster (bullied him a little, bit his ass, and then more)

Morvay (fucked him with enthusiastic consent as part two of a birthday present after Karu's balls were empty)

Blade (gave him a handjob while they were both missing Eiden)

Eiden (bath sex after some teasing, right after Howling Cyclone room 2)

Characters I must contrive into fucking Garu

Yakumo. This feels like a gimme, I can think of infinite scenarios in which horny Garu initiates and Yakumo is like okay... ;~; and then awooga. The challenge is in picking one that doesn't feel bland tbh.

Edmond. I actually have a "Garu is working as a K9 officer to sniff out drugs with Edmond and the knights but oh no sex pollen" premise, I hope someone else writes it for me but I might do it myself eventually.

Olivine. Okay this is probably the hardest... I got nothing. I do have images of Garu and Karu being really into booba for pubby reasons, but that doth not a fic make... or doth it?

Quincy. The reference in my Karu/Quincy does not count, it needs to be onscreen! I can easily think of situations in which these two would be alone in the forest. All it would take is some essence shenanigans to get things going.

Kuya. My kuyaru fixation mostly lies in Kuya/Karu so this is harder than it may seem... it would probably begin as Garu broaching the topic of Kuya/Karu. I also like the idea of Kuya giving him a condescending bath, but again, I'd rather do that for Kuya/Karu.

Dante. I think the dynamic would work quite well, because I like to write Dante as being weak to cute things, and he would probably appreciate and praise Garu's obedience, which would really do it for Garu. The problem lies only in a good premise...

Rei. I prefer the potential I see in Rei/Karu, but maybe a simple concept of Rei having an 'episode' and Garu being the only one around to help. Or Garu getting himself into a Predicament that needs a sexual solution (these mushrooms will only leave your system once you cum six times-)

Rin. See above.

Also a more direct Garu/Karu needs to happen of course...

[ambalambs]

I ended up writing a little something on Asra for once and maybe its late enough now I dont have to be embarrassed to post it and have too many people see it xD but idk I just felt like sharing cuz he's fun to explore and ive been consumed with his voidsent's backstory lately. Again im not good at writing but im having fun with it :'D also Leon belongs to the lovely @e-dragoons u3u

Asra finally slumped himself down against one of the many trees on the Sharlyan campus. It was a particularly warm day so the shade was welcome. He took a brief moment to take in the scenery, the sounds of the nearby river rushing along, the birds in the tree above him, the wind in the reeds and leaves. For a moment if he closed his eyes he could almost trick himself into believing he was back home in the forest.

But reminiscing was not why he was here. He quickly gathered up the reeds he'd harvested and set about weaving himself a basket. It was a silly thing to be doing really, what with the more modern cultures having plenty of shops with baskets already fully made and available for purchase. But Asra needed something to occupy his time. Leon and the rest of the scions were conducting their heroic daring-do in the library and he was of no use in such an environment. Probably more of a distraction really. So he resigned to a moment to himself on the grounds and once these reeds growing by the river had caught his eye he knew exactly how to waste his time.

He expertly began to braid and weave the strands together in smooth and quick motions. It had been some time since he'd made anything quite like this but the fingers never forget and as he let them do the work his mind was left to wander.

He was suddenly reminded of the time he made his first basket. He was so young, a small kit at the time. His older sister had sat him down and helped teach him claiming they had to hurry up and make some while the berries in the meadow were ripe.

Thinking back now it seemed like such silly timing for a lesson when they should've just gotten already made baskets if they were in such a hurry.

But at the time he was too young to question it. So he followed her instructions as best he could and crafted a basket of incredibly questionable durability. But he was so proud and his sister seemed satisfied enough with his work that the two immediately set out to gather their quarry.

Once their baskets were filled to the brim, although some berries being consumed along the harvest, they began to make their way back to the village. But tragedy struck when the bottom of Asra's basket had come completely unraveled, spilling the entire contents of the berries within. It was only then did he realize he had been leaving a trail of berries along the entire trail and had been stepping on them the entire way. Feeling heartbroken at the loss and embarrassment that only a young child can experience, Asra had begun to cry. His sister had quickly ran to his aid and did what she could to dry his tears and gather whatever berries could be salvaged into her own basket. She somehow managed to calm him down enough to guide them the rest of the way back home and by then Asra had calmed down and the two were able to sit and enjoy the berries from his sister's basket. As they munched and Asra observed his destroyed basket mournfully, his sister promised to help him get it right the next time.

Asra smiled softly at the memory. Such a memory of his sister brought up others then. Small moments in their childhood. Most happy, some sad, some just silly. Moments that felt like an entire lifetime ago.

"You miss her." Asra jumped slightly at the familiar and unwanted voice inside his head. He suddenly realized his lapse of focus in the moment. Moments like this when he almost feels as though he's alone and forgets to keep the wall up in himself against his unwanted passenger were rare. He quickly ran a check over that wall and catching the small window that had formed within it. The wall itself was still firm, keeping the creature at bay on the other side. But it was there and it was watching and had gotten a full view of his reminiscing.

Asra paused in his weaving then and did a quick scan about his surroundings. It didn't seem like anyone was around to hear his mad ramblings so he judged it was safe to respond outloud.

"I do, yes," he said softly. Funny how responding to the voidsent lurking in his mind aloud made him feel less crazy. Anyone to witness though would no doubt feel otherwise.

There was a pause then. Asra held his breath as he waited for that brief wave of exhaustion to run over him. The telltale sign of the voidsent feeding off his own aether while his emotions were full of sadness and longing for those halcyon days. However that feeling didn't come and Asra, though suspicious, let out the breath.

"You claim to miss her but that seems awfully silly with how you little rabbits live," the voice finally continued. Its voice was uncharacteristically casual. Although in hindsight it had been as such more often lately, Asra noted. "When I found you hadn't you already left her?"

Briefly Asra tried not to think about the moment it had "found him" so he quickly shoved that memory down. He instead looked out at the water in the river before him rushing by, chewing his cheek in thought.

"It's different now, I think," Asra began. "Before, its tradition and my duty to return home every few years so it was always guaranteed I'd see her again. But now..."

Asra paused. Now...yes what about now? He glanced in the direction of the library. He thought about Leon then. Of all the places they'd already journeyed, the lives they'd saved, the lands they'd seen that he could never have dreamed existed. Before, when he was first burdened with this occursed creature bound to his soul, he believed he was still serving his duty to his tribe by taking the danger with him out of the wood. He even kept his forest name in the foolish belief that he hadn't technically left the wood if he was still protecting it by leaving. But things were different now. Felt different. The thought of leaving Leon and the scions caused more pain in his heart than the thought of never returning home now.

"But now it's harder knowing I may never return at all. That it means I really will never see her again," Asra continued. He waited again for that feeling of the voidsent feeding knowing this wave of emotions was ripe for the picking for it. But again nothing came.

After a moment the creature spoke again, "I see..."

Suddenly a flash of a memory that was not his struck Asra like a lightning bolt. He jerked at the suddenness of it, his hands gripping the half made basket in his hands. It was just a moment of a memory. As if he was looking briefly through another's eyes at a young man. His hair jet black, his eyes a soft green. He'd seen eyes like that before. They were a near match to the ones he'd seen belonging to his unwanted passenger but instead of the pale sickly green that matched that of moss on a pale corpse, these were soft. A color more akin to grass dusted by the frost of an early dawn. The young man was looking back at him and he flashed a bright grin, a laugh escaping him. Asra felt like he had to squint just looking at him. The man was so bright. Like he was a beacon of light.

But then there was a cascading wave of emotions that came crashing down upon him all at once.

Love. Admiration. Pride. Hope. Love. Pain. Loss. Grief. Grief. Grief. Love. Hollow. Anger. Betrayal. Hate. Rage. Rage. RAGE. RAGE.

And then there was one word that almost seemed to scream through his mind: Brother.

Just as quickly as the flash appeared it was suddenly yanked away. Asra gasped audibly at the abrupt absence of it, gasping for breath that he didnt realize he had been holding. It felt as if someone had struck him across the head and he was reeling as he tried to recover. It was only then did he realize the loud hiss that was ringing in his head. Asra found himself reaching out for that wall between them in his mind and felt himself recoil. It was not just the wall he had made now, no. There was a darkness enshrouding it, keeping himself at bay.

"I-I'm sorry," Asra stammered, not exactly sure what he was apologizing for. The brief moment of accessing a memory he wasn't supposed to see? For whatever caused these emotions that were clearly the voidsent's from a life before?

"Keep your pity, little rabbit, and leave me be," the voidsent snarled. The casual nature of his words before were now gone and the familiar animalistic venom had returned. Asra winced at the volume of it as it rang through his mind.

He tried to take a moment to compose himself then. Steadying his breathing and recollecting his thoughts. There had been times when the voidsent had let its own memories slip through. They were mostly ones of its mortal life, moments of its cruelty even then. They were never like this though. Something unbidden and so rich with emotions. So strong.

Finally after a moment of silence Asra glanced down at the crushed basket in his still tight grip. He relaxed his fists and tried to smooth out the weaves, finally sighing heavily as the tension in his mind began to calm. The voidsent was silent, curled within a corner behind the wall it had reinforced. Asra chewed on his lip a moment.

"Im sorry...It's hard losing someone you care about," he said. Not really sure why he felt the need to say it considering all the torment this creature had put him through. But all the same whoever that man the memory was, he...was good. Asra had felt certain of that and the man deserved some kind of word.

The only reply Asra received was a guttural snarl. He half expected more. Maybe a tear at his aether but again surprisingly nothing came.

Asra waited a bit longer, the silence becoming painfully obvious that this would be the end of their exchange for the day. He took one final glance at the library and the surrounding area around him self consciously hoping nobody witnessed whatever it was he just experienced. When it seemed he was in the clear he quickly straightened himself up against the tree, wiped the tears that were not his from his eyes, and tried his best to return to crafting the basket in his hands.

[kaddyssammlung]

Take Aim - Analysis

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Take Aim – Analysis

TW: SH, trauma

“Wait, won't you wait for me?”

The first thought that I have, since I'm a runner: run faster XD.

I don't really mean this.

I wonder who he is talking to. The rest is self-explanatory.

“Don't you bathe in rivers?”

No, Vessel, I don't. I'm not a big fan of bathing outside in general or going to the swimming pool.

It makes me think about cold showers though. I really like them. Not always but quite often I enjoy feeling the cold water on my skin. It makes me feel something. It does make me fell alive because it starts to tingle everywhere.

“Don't you feel alive?”

So he does all of this because he feels alive or in order to feel something?

The lyrics in general often remind me of this feeling of not being able to feel at all. For me it's a “dissociation – thing”.

“And when I see you waking up”

This begs the question, again: who is he talking about? Maybe he means Sleep?

“And it sends me shivers How you love like weapons kill”

And there goes the contradiction again. In the begging everything seems to be fine but then he drops a sentence like this and it shakes you to the core.

Also I feel called out by this, again.

It makes me think about a friend that I once had. We had a very tight bond but my BPD ruined everything. I was sucking her dry. We still talk to each other sometimes but that friendship really was broken beyond repair. All of this because I was so afraid that she would leave me. “How you love like weapons kill” feels like a description of BPD to what I looks like to someone else.

“so take aim at me for once”

Why for once? I really don't get this line.

“Just take aim break me apart”

For some reason this makes me think about internalized trauma and that humans with trauma often feel like they deserve to be hurt or to be in pain. And also the strange shame that comes along with all of this. This is something that I'm also still struggling with.

“call, won't you call out my name?”

Say, my name again? Seems like he wants to be somewhere. I guess he means Sleep.

“Like a curse on this world?”

I have this connected to feeling like a burdon. I often feel like that. I don't want to bother anyone with my problems.

“Like a battle cry?”

Computer games much?! Putting down the roses picking up the sword? In higher there was also this “war language”. I think it's interesting that he keeps picking up on this.

“And you make me hate myself”

I feel this! But yet I stayed for so many years in that relationship. And also with BPD you already hate yourself anyway. It's just what you seem to do.

“make me tear my body”

Tear my arms off...

I still have feeling that he does not mean tear but to cut. It's just my opinion though and also I have this connected (again) to my own scars and they are mostly on my thighs so I think about them when I hear this.

“make me yearn for your embrace”

It did take ma a lot of time and learning to recognize abuse as such. A very long time actually. Idk what else to call this situation when it / Sleep / someone who makes him hate himself but yet he wants to be with them. It just reminds me of being caught in abuse.

“and you know I'll be yours when the moment is perfect”

This is self-explanatory. But who could he mean? Sleep?

“I will fire and forget 'til we both lay broken”

He will fire? And forget? You can remember only when you're alone? He wants both of them dead? Seems like it.

[sharksa-shivers]

How does Max meet Sharky? 🐶🦈🤔 (Max's past)

This will be a few posts me thinks BUTTTTTTTTT........I did say i wanted to post about Max's past lol...And i haven't been posting as much sooooo i'll throw y'all a bone. :p

How does Max meet Sharky?

Sharky was about 8 or 9 and Max was about 7 or 8 whenever they encountered each other for the first time.

Sharky had gone with Amber out into town for errands/for fun/to get out of the Campsite for a bit. Sharky finds Amber shopping for clothes kind of boring and thus ends up going outside where it's just rained a bit ago. Even as a kid, we see Sharky absolutely adores the rain and is busy jumping in puddles and messing around. He's doing stuff you'd expect from a kid like trying to hop from one puddle to another without touching dry ground and whatnot…As Sharky's going along and playing, he hears a sound in an alleyway…

Sharky peers into the alleyway nervously before seeing it's another kid, just like him!! Sharky sees the kid has tumped a trash can over and is seemingly digging through trash, looking for food to eat…Along with other random stuff like batteries and random trinkets…Sharky watches this filthy dog boy dig around a bit more before speaking and introducing himself, wanting to talk and play with this other kid. This dogkid however…Quickly seems very skittish and offstandish, backing away some and looking at Sharky a bit fearfully…Sharky assumes the fear is the typical fear…And thus he's like "Look, i know i'm a shark but I'm not mean!!! I don't want to eat you or hurt you!!"

The dogkid raises an eyebrow after a moment and is like "………..The hell are you going on about? The hell is a shark?" Which…Absolutely busts Sharky's bubble there. Sharky stares in awe and is like "…You're not afraid I'm gonna eat you?" And the dogkid is like "…Wtf? No!!! I'm scared you're gonna rob me!!! Hands off!! The trash is mine to eat!!" And Sharky just…Takes a moment to understand the situation moreso…Sharky sees all the trash and looks at the dogkid again, seeing how dirty and malnourished he is…Sharky looks at him confused and is like "…Why are you eating trash?" And the dogkid is like "Cuz i don't have anything else to eat and I'm starving…"

Sharky takes this in and then feels bad, sitting down on the ground, opening up his jacket and getting a rice krispie treat out, handing it over. The dogkid stares and is like "…You're really gonna just give me that?" Sharky nods and says "Amber gave it to me. But i wasn't hungry when she gave it to me so i was saving it for later…But…You're hungry and I'm not still so…Take it."

The dogkid stares a moment, wondering if this is a trick before snatching the treat and devouring it rapidly, pretty much in like 2 or 3 bites which impresses Sharky. The dogkid finishes, wipes his mouth off and then he feels comfortable enough to introduce himself. "…Thanks for that…My names Max by the way i guess…" Sharky just seems giddy that he's made a new friend and introduces himself back.

After a bit, Amber comes looking for Sharky only to find him hanging out with Max whoms…Again, filthy and very malnourished…Amber sees Max and feels absolutely horrible considering this is a child and she's like "…Where are your parents?" And all Max can do is shrug and be like "…I guess i don't have any, idk…"

Amber feels even worse hearing this and Sharky at this point is like "Amberrrrrr, i don't wanna say bye to my new friend though!!!" And Amber is thinking and is like "…I don't think it's a good idea to let your new friend suffer on the streets by himself…"

And thus…Amber talks with Max some and encourages him to come home with her and Sharky. Sharky is very very excited for this idea and Max…Is very scared but…He definitely wants to get off the streets so…He decides to take a leap of faith and go for it… ----------- I shall post another thing xd, gib sec

[ecoamerica]

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[quaranmine]

WAIT OMG i forgot we have like the same hair hold awn

i feel like my routine is pretty manageable and low maintenance considering the alternatives that ive seen 😭😭 but uhhh the most important parts of it imo r to comb through ur hair in the shower (i just use my fingers as im conditioning and it works well enough) and then Not Brush It At All After bc for me personally it ruins any curl pattern that might exist + and at least by then end, rinsing ur hair out upside down and only squeezing it dry by scrunching (unsure of how much of this u already do lol but. yeha)

and if u plan to get any product id also recommend a wave definer. i use the one from devacurl (i find it at ulta and it’s not like. drug store price so im sure there are cheaper options but it Works For Me) and that one i think works better w some kind of mousse also for hold (i use a drug store/target one for this), but u don’t absolutely need it. the only other product i have besides those two is a leave in conditioner like moss mentioned (which i also get from the drugstore/target)

i still feel like my hair routine is Full of experimentation and sometimes hit or miss depending on the day btw and ive been making attempts at it for around a year now i believe so. shrugs its a work in progress BUT I HOPE THIS HELPS !!

OOOH HI DANY! yas we love a low maintenance routine sljdfklsjfsl i don't mind a few products but sometimes i see someone's hair routine and i'm like...i'm happy for you but i aint doing all that xD

the no brushing thing is what always trips me up because like....it's true that it will straighten out any curl pattern that exists, but if i don't brush it then i just look like a gremlin who perhaps just rolled out of bed? maybe i can find some sort of line with a wide toothed comb or something because i cannottttt in leave the house and look like a put together person (right now) if i don't brush my hair, but if i do brush my hair it'll be less wavy. sigh. maybe developing a routine specifically to encourage waviness will help?

fortunately i also like the wavy poof from it being brushed out, i know some people can't brush it out at all without it being terribly frizzy so i lucked out there:

^ brushed out and not defined but still looks good imo (i like the Volume)

i don't rinse my hair upside down after washing it, but i do scrunch it. that does seem to help. i've done it with gel before but imo it was too strong for my hair so it looked bad. just scrunching it without any product actually seems to help all by itself. also i might try that devacurl? but i seem to remember hearing bad stuff about it, idk if they fixed things or not. but either way i'll look into something similar at least

thank you!

[sparksnevadas]

Sparks, sparks no need to apologize and I hope you’re feeling a tad better ^^!! I was just gonna go on my neon green alt w/o anon if it was broken today too so no worries (my account constantly breaks so, I just assumed it was that lmao)

Also, I do not mind if there are multiple asses as to say, I am going to beat them all up, if my major has taught me anything it’s patience <3

I am suddenly surrounded in fear hearing that we’re nearing the end, but look as long as it doesn’t end in a mayor death- (I’m starting into your eyes w my own soggy eyes, don’t ask why they’re soggy, but like really staring into them) I do hope you have fun with any reveals you may have left or giving out scares as big as chapter 19 :)

I do find it very funny that Grian tries to categorize everyone into boxes, only for the people in question to break out of them in one way or another, like Scar not being the “stupid harmless villain” that he was thought to be at the start and everything around Mumbo and Bdubs and Chapter 21 itself- but it also makes me really curious about some details that we don’t get to see cuz of Grian’s own bias and general underestimating, SO you bet chapter 21 opened a floodgate in my mind as to questions around the world GIHASM’s in (I’m still a tad rabid, writing this got me all happy again hehe)

Once again, I hope you’re doing well nowadays, luv you too!! And sorry for actually not rambling too much, I work like a vampire and need to be invited in so I didn’t wanna disturb you? 😔

…Also I haven’t forgotten about the doodles, but switched workspaces so having to restart the file, sorry about that one

-Zeph

tumblr is a funtioning app 🙃 /sarcasm

Lmao, patience would be an important part of beating multiple asses, i agree xD see i think theres also the proverbial ass of “things cant change overnight, especially if the public sees you only as a good thing” so real, lasting change takes a lot of effort….

(Look, no one ever said my political ideas were subtle)

I think eyes should be soggy! Better than dry :D and idk about reveals… mostly trying to tie lose ends more so than reveals… and maybe some unexpected twist? Tee hee

How many times do you think grian saw the HA literally commit an injustice in front of him and said “yeah thats okay, its the HA”? Although…

Something make him want to double shift as poultry man, right?

Zeph! Not allowed to say sorry anymore its fine!!! I like the rambles in any length

And dude I definitely forgot about the doodle LMAO so no pressure on them, take your time!

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 2x16 Shadow Play thoughts (rewatching, so possible future spoilers)

I really like jadzia being a gossip? Idk I guess I'm just a slut for consistent characterisation and character flaws. Also just seeing Jadzia in general

Is this the hologram episode?

Kira taking over security is WONDERFUL. I love how she deals with Quark

Sisko calling Jake "Mr Sisko" <3 and Jake being happy to have the badge

Julian's so excited! To spy! XD I have a feeling we don't actually get to see this though...

Kira disbelieving laugh at Julian's comment: "Garak has been lecturing me on surveillance techniques. This will give me a chance to try some of them out."

I'm glad Kira is happy to see Bareil, but WHY?! He is just so, so dry

I think it's super interesting that several people throughout the series so far have said changelings are make-believe. I can't remember if there's anything made of this later when we know more about them.

Taya is really very sweet

I do like seeing the different religious views, with Kira being more traditionalist and frustrated with his newer teachings

Okay, the springball thing is actually pretty cute

I really love this kid and Odo is very cute with her, this whole interaction has my heart:

TAYA: And then the great Minra said to the evil changeling, 'maybe you can turn into a mountain, or a ghergher beast, or a tornado, but those are big things and big things are easy. I bet you can't turn into something small, like a loaf of greenbread.' And so the changeling said 'Yes I can.' and he did, and do you know what happened? ODO: The great Minra gobbled him up. TAYA: How'd you know that? ODO: The changeling in your story wasn't very smart. TAYA: Could you turn into a loaf of greenbread? ODO: I suppose I could. TAYA: Show me. ODO: And let you gobble me up? I don't think so.

That was my favourite cloak! His outrage! I love this random guy

I knew it would turn to Kira leaving Bareil to deal with Quark once gambling was mentioned

Taya really is the sweetest little thing

"Because I love her", oh grandad. This is very cute and good feels.

This episode is nice :) I like a happy ending. More Julian spy content needed. (I know I'm biased. I always think more Julian is needed. But wouldn't you like to see him skulking around pretending to be Garak? Or Kira admonishing him later for not keeping a closer eye on Quark?)

[kuiinncedes]

dreaming like we'll live forever

@gleeadvent day 4: dough :D very very late lmaoo but it's all good 🤪

so this is likeee in my kurt and the phantoms au i guess?? i didn't give too much thought to the timeline tho so idk if i'll end up like keeping these details in that main work, but i did just make a series for it to add this to lol 😋 but yeah like it might not actually align with the main work as "canon" i guess if that makes sense hgjlkdf

you don't really need to read the main work to read this, all you probably need to know is that blaine, sam, and tina died and came back as ghosts and are in a band with kurt who is not a ghost :] if you've seen jatp i think this kinda takes place uhh like after flying solo ish in the show timeline 🤪

[ also, a scrapped line that came to me while i was struggling to think of something for this prompt but i didn't know how to write the context for lmao: “Tina’s about to storm Netflix headquarters with a spatula and a bowl of cookie dough,” Puck says. "And I'm right there with you," he assures hurriedly when Tina's nearly murderous gaze fixes on him.

i had One thing on my mind when i was trying to write for this prompt XD the vision was that nd is all like hanging out and tina's making cookies bc why not and they're chilling and someone's like OH SHIT JATP GOT CANCELLED and they're all pissed at netflix bc they all watched it together <3 fuck netflix for cancelling their best show and also taking glee off <3 ]

title from "now or never" from the jatp soundtrack and it starts with d yay :DDD

warning for a small mention of kurt's mom's death, i think that's the only thing ?

1413 words, read on ao3 or under the cut <3 !!

A thud breaks Kurt’s focus on his homework; he jumps and looks up to see Blaine across the table from him, having just poofed in, probably -- which would explain why Kurt didn’t notice him -- and slapped his hands down on the table. “Hey,” Blaine says, with a cheeky grin and bright eyes.

Kurt puts his pencil down, a smile pulling at his lips. “Hey. You scared me.”

“I’m a ghost, that’s my job.”

Kurt raises a teasing eyebrow. “Didn’t think you were that type of ghost.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Blaine says, both eyebrows raised. His arms are crossed in front of him on the table, and Kurt mirrors his position, leaning forward.

“You’re perky,” he remarks. “So then are you the type of ghost who just likes to distract students working on homework? Or did you actually need something?”

“I’m here to tell you to stop studying so hard,” Blaine teases, but then he bounces up from his seat. “It’s Sam’s birthday today. I was wondering if we could make something for him?”

“Like…?” Kurt raises an eyebrow. “You remember you guys can’t eat and, like, can barely touch things.”

Blaine exhales, pouting a little. Kurt restrains an almost-smile at his expression.

“I know,” Blaine says. “It’s the thought that counts?”

He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself, but Kurt just shrugs; he doesn’t have too much to do for tomorrow. (And maybe he wants to spend more time with Blaine.) He’s bored. “I’m down,” Kurt says. When Blaine’s eyes immediately light up, Kurt can’t help but smile with him.

--

Three ghosts face him from the other side of the kitchen counter, looking probably all too eager considering the fact that they can’t really… do much. Blaine called the others in through their weird telepathic link or something that Kurt definitely does not understand and has not bothered to understand, since the whole ghost thing is just weird anyway. There’s a whole ghost thing in the first place -- the ghosts having some kind of internal bond is the least of his concerns.

They poofed in and -- after Kurt’s hesitant clarification of “I’m just… making cookies for myself, then?” -- assured him that they would be fine with more or less just watching him bake, and especially Sam looked so genuine and wistful at the idea of just chocolate chip cookies, they were my favorite that Kurt had to cave.

“And this way these two can’t eat all the cookie dough before we do anything with it,” Blaine says pointedly, giving Sam and Tina a look to which they respond with playful laughs and a light shove to Blaine’s shoulder. He rolls his eyes, muttering, “Surprised you guys didn’t die from salmonella first.”

“It’s cookie dough, Blaine!” Sam exclaims, Tina wide-eyed and pointing at him in agreement. “What were we supposed to do?”

“Wait until it was baked , maybe?”

Kurt laughs and watches as they bicker and fall into their familiar dynamic that he definitely doesn’t fit into, but is starting to understand a little more. He still feels hesitant to do this, but… they’re the ones who can’t eat the cookies, and they’re the ones who initiated it, so the blame isn't really on him if they end up regretting it.

And yeah. He doesn’t think he could stand up to their collective pleading faces again. He grabs a bowl from the cabinet. At least he gets cookies out of this.

--

Apparently, being dead and mostly unable to touch anything does not deter ghosts from being annoyances, extreme at times. At least these three ghosts.

Kurt does enjoy himself, though, and it seems like they do as well, admirably avoiding why they can’t touch what they so want to touch, and instead giving that topic a wide, wide berth and just messing around. And they do have an impenetrable dynamic at times, but Kurt doesn’t feel excluded at all, even if only because he is the one who has to do everything.

Blaine tries to give him tips and Kurt laughs and emphasizes again that he’s made this cookie recipe many times, and Tina swings her legs from her perch on the counter, and Sam leans in close beside Blaine, who wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his temple, and Kurt looks down with a small smile and hears him whisper, “Happy birthday.”

Tina hops off the counter and hugs both of them from behind, also expressing her own birthday wishes as Kurt puts the cookies in the oven, finally.

“Happy birthday, Sam!” Kurt says too when he turns back to them. “I just wish I could do more for you, get you an actual cake or present.”

He wishes he could take that back, suddenly realizing it might be too close to the d-word topic, but Sam’s bright smile doesn’t falter. “It’s okay! Watching Blaine make cookies was always almost as good as having them.” Kurt laughs, a bit disbelieving but he is glad to hear it.

“You’re already the best part of our afterlives,” Blaine assures him. “I think every day we’re here is a good enough present for all of us.”

“No wonder you’re the songwriter and lead singer, with those cheesy words and the looks,” Kurt quips back before his brain can catch up to his mouth. Heat rushes to his face and he hopes against all odds that it doesn’t show, but he knows it’s pointless with his pale skin. It is a little better when he sees that Blaine’s face flushes dark as well.

Sam and Tina look at each of them and at each other with growing grins, clearly holding back laughs and Kurt ignores them.

“Pretty sure I’m bringing people in with my looks,” Sam says after an awkward moment of Kurt trying not to make eye contact with Blaine.

“Sure,” Tina drawls, grinning. “Isn’t it ‘Kurt and the Phantoms’? Isn’t Kurt the one bringing our audience in, since, you know, we’re literally invisible half the time?”

“Most of the time,” Kurt corrects teasingly.

Tina nods. “So it's all Kurt. Our looks don’t even matter.”

“Pretty sure it’s actually just all Tina,” Blaine argues. Unanimous agreement rings from the rest of them while restraining wide smiles and bursting laughs.

“And you put me behind the drums!” Tina exclaims with pretend outrage, crossing her arms. “Imagine the success if I was in front.”

They’re all laughing and keep joking about rearranging the band to maximize their “success,” which turns into deciding who would be worst on each instrument, because apparently Blaine is some sort of musical genius, beyond his incredible melodies and lyrics and into proficiency in almost every common instrument they manage to name. Except drums, which Tina seems to take some sort of pride in.

Kurt takes the cookies out of the oven when the timer goes off, setting them aside to cool, and is surprised when the ghosts include him back into the conversation seamlessly, like wordlessly pulling him into an intangible group hug. They do have their own incredibly close relationship, forged from probably many years of knowing each other, that Kurt both admires and envies fiercely -- but this makes Kurt feel like he could be a part of it.

And he wants to be a part of it; he doesn’t know what it is, but like it felt right to let them stay in the studio, like it felt warm and right to jump into the performance with them and agree to join a band with them, he feels that warmth now, spending this time with them, and at the prospect of keeping them around, spending more time with them, growing and continuing as a band.

When his mom died, he couldn’t think about the future -- not a future without her in it. He could only take it day by day, hour by hour, couldn’t let his thoughts go down that road. So it startles him a little now, to realize that he wants this band to last, wants it in his future, can envision this in his future…

But there is the problem of them being ghosts. And he’s suddenly unsure and unstable all over again, about if there is a future this way.

He pushes the thoughts out of his mind to join the others in laughing and cheering at Sam’s body rolls, back to proving his “true frontman potential!” as the uneaten, unable-to-be-eaten birthday cookies fill the air with sweetness and home.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashing! I just woke up and I have miraculously remembered the dream I had; and I must share with you! It's kinda sad, but also feel-good too? Like in a 'it's us versus the world, and I'm happy that you're the one with me' way.

Alright, so you have that headcannon that Greasy lived on the streets for a while, right? Well, in my dream, this was during that time. At least from what I can tell. Y/N (I say Y/N, but I genuinely don't remember who it was. I don't think it was me, I can't remember if it was you. It could have even been Shiny or one of the other weasels for all I know. So I'm going with self insert) and Greasy are sitting together, in an alley, taking shelter from the rain. I can't remember if they had cover, but I remember that they used a cardboard box as like an arm rest/table between them or something.

Anyways, these two are chatting. About what, I can't remember. But I remember that there was some dry laughter (the kind that you hear and you just know that they're not really happy, they're just trying to find some humor in this messed up situation they're in), before they started talking about deep stuff. Considering the setting, my guess is that they were opening up with each other and/or talking about the lessons and philosophy they've learned in life because of their situation. Which, at least in Greasy's case, it'd probably be something like 'kill or be killed'? Or some other saying that means that in order to survive, you have to use others.

The odd thing about this dream was that I distinctly remember Greasy smoking in the dream too. Not as bad as Wheezy, but I remember so vividly him pulling out a pack, taking one (just one. Wheezy, take notes) cig out, and lighting it up. So I guess my brain thinks younger Greasy smoked XD but I also remember him drinking from a beer bottle at the same time? Not with the smoke, I mean like I remember the same exact scene the dream camera focused on Greasy pulling out the cigarettes, but he instead takes a swig from the bottle, if that makes sense? So idk, maybe my brain realized this wasn't Wheezy, and replaced the cigarettes with alcohol in the middle of the dream XD

But yeah, that was my dream. Greasy and Y/N taking shelter in an alley while talking about life. Idk if this is purely platonic or there was a romance, but either way, I hope you get a kick out if reading this ^^

That sounds like a kinda nice dream actually!! Even during that time ):): (Also by the way I am SHOOK that you took in my background headcanons so deeply that they ended up I your SUBCONSCIOUS!??? WHAT? AHHHHHHHHHH in a good way) Like, 'it's us versus the world, and I'm happy that you're the one with me'- ?? That's soooo sweet 💚💚💚💚💚 Good stuff good stuff good stuff!!

And 'maybe my brain realised this wasn't Wheezy' made me laugh XDD I'm imagining the little men in your brain like this:

Captain Brain: Okay! We need a dream! What are those little creatures she likes?? Lieutenant Memory: The Toon Patrol, sir?? They're weasels. Captain Brain: YES! Those! Okay, chuck one o' those in. The uh- pink one?? Ehh nah not today. How about the green one? Yeah!, put him. The Officer at the Controls: Yessir, you got it. Captain Brain: OH! Make give him a cigerette! They smoke, don't they? I remember they smoke. Lieutenant Memory: Oh yeah, but- Captain Brain: Sh sh sh, I got this. Okay! What next?- Oh lets put 'em in that lovely friends excellent origin headcanon- Lieutenant Memory: Alright alright... but SIR- Captain Brain: I'M BUSY, LIEUTENENT. ~ Several Moments Later ~ Lieutenant Memory: *Writes something on white board very angrily as the Captain wouldn't listen to them* *Shoves it in front of the Captains face, slamming in on the table in front of them* Captain Brain: What?- what?- what is it Lieu- Captain Brain: ... wait that one's not Wheezy?! Lieutenant: WHEEZY'S BLUE Captain Brain: WHAT!? Lieutenent Brain: He w h e e z e s. Because he s m o k e s, sir! Officer at the Controls: *Sighs. This job is not worth the college credit* I'll just stick a beer in his hand and hope she didn't notice...

Anyway, thank you so much for sharing!! I absolutely love hearing about peoples dreams, especially when they were excited about it!! And having Toon Patrol dream is always amazing and fun XD Even with a good helping of angst! XD 😅 I hope you woke up with good vibes though ^^

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

i have a terrible feeling that i wont be able to orgasm without watching porn. ive tried countless times to think of hot sex, tried reading a lot of smut but it didn't work. recently i even tried the jet spray but for some reason it was too much stimulation and i wasn't able to orgasm bc it was wayy too much despite having pressed the handle on low pressure. today i tried listening to sex sounds- didn't help. im dry as a fucking desert. this is frustrating me and to a small level, scaring me too. i dont want to rely on porn this heavily. any suggestions/advice?

Sounds like a mental block rather than physical incapability.

I've never had this problem. Why? Because I don't care and that's the key. XD I'm serious. Your masturbation, your business. Who's judging you during masturbation? (Maybe you're into that, idk, but normally, no one... right?) Even if you do need porn to orgasm, so what? Maybe you simply need something to occupy your head so you're not fixated on other thoughts and this you can orgasm.

The physical act of sex is just to procreate. Nature made it somewhat pleasurable to entice organisms to do it more often. Masturbation serves no evolutionary fundamental purpose other than self-pleasure (but as we know, self-pleasure has benefits such as improved mood, reduced stress, etc). Thus, when you get off, it is for you and you alone. It is primarily mental, it is internal, it is your own head wanting it. When you predispose masturbation with caveats ("I must orgasm without porn"), that thought is invading your original intent and it is disturbing your focus. You can't cum because you can't focus.

So. Porn. Why is there so much of it out there? Because there is a demand for it. I understand you feeling like you don't want to "rely" on it, but think about what is it about porn that does it for you. Porn is visual. Porn is auditory. There is a lot of stimuli going on. Part of it is the experience, the thrill of the hunt for finding something new, seeing something for the first time that might excite you (or make you click away really fast and regret having eyeballs LMAO).

And there's a sense of detachment. It's not you you're focused on; you're looking at the actors. You're not in your head as much because you're processing the information right in front of you rather than your own thoughts barging in and interrupting your imagination.

I've watched a lot of porn. Sometimes I've watched porn only to be fascinated by what the fuck people come up with. I'm not even getting off, I'm just sitting there tilting my head XD To have an intense imagination (*gestures wildly to insanely large and thicc masterpost*), you need to have things to imagine. You need to do research. I believe in the scientific process, you know. I watched a lot of porn.

A lot.

o_o !

Reframe your mindset around porn. It is not your master; it is your servant. It serves you. It is a tool available to you and you are utilizing it. Likewise, when trying other ways to get off, don't fixate on the orgasm. Focus on what feels good. Don't think, "this feels good so I should cum from this," think "this feels good so how can I make it feel better? what else can I try? how much can I take?"

A good orgasm doesn't arrive simply because you're fiddling with your genitals XD You need to be both mentally and physically present. It's hard to get off when your mind wanders and random thoughts pop up during your fiddly business, mmm. Just chill, do what you want to do in your own time, explore and experiment. Don't think about it too much. With more experience, introduction of sex toys, more sex with other partners, heck, even just watching more porn, you'll better understand how you can masturbate easily and without external stimuli.

It takes practice.

Homework: Go nut and chill out.

[star-lemonade]

A request for you, don't say no oh my my~!! (Yes, I just wrote that singing undercover in my head)

If this is ok with you and have time, can I have a smut story with Sehyoon, maybe slow but passionate/intense sex in the living room on a hot summer night? (Idk Air-conditioning isn't working or something so they ended up there xD meaning extra sweaty Sehyoon)

A.C.E Wow x Reader

Genre: smut

CW: smut, nice legs, couch sex

Rating: R

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: It's not a Sehyoon fic, if reader is not into his legs. They are so fine. This is probably full of mistakes, but I hope you like it anyways!!

Summer in the city was the worst.The hot air pooled in the streets, heating up the buildings even more. Temperatures had been high the past few days and now the heat did not even leave your apartment at night. You closed the blinds in the morning before you left for work and opened the windows at night. That was all you could do at the moment.

The sun was already low in the sky, when your doorbell rang on this friday.

“Hey.”

Your boyfriend smiled his shy smile on the other side of the door.. Sehyoon wore a tie dye t-shirt and shorts. His hair had gotten longer the past few months and he had tamed it with a headband.

“Hi?”

Your surprise at his arrival showed in your voice. He had not told you that he was coming to visit. He came and you peck his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

He sat his backpack down next to the door and avoided looking at you. This was his “I have done something stupid” reaction. You had seen it before. Like that time when he had broken one of your favorite necklaces.

“What happened?”

You tried to keep your voice neutral, but it did not come out that way.

“Can I sleep here for a few nights?”

His voice was pleading you not to ask why and reluctantly you did not. There would still be time to interrogate him later.

“Sure.”

A bright smile broke out on his face and he hugged you. It was a bone crushing hug that forced the air out of your lungs.

“You're the best.”

You cooked something -with Sehyoon’s creative(?) input- and took the food over to the couch table. Sehyoon had not stayed that often at your place, so it felt a bit odd that he was here and there was no set time when he would leave. On the other hand it was like a test run for living together. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Sehyoon blew on his soup causing his glasses to fog up. They were the thick, round one he got not too long ago. The glasses made him look like a cute nerd.

“Can you turn on the aircon?”

Sehyoon wiped his face with a napkin. The hot soup had not helped with the temperature in your apartment. There was a problem.

“There is no aircon.”

He stared at you and you stared back.

“What do you mean there is no aircon?”

Usually Sehyoon was the most calm and chill person, but now he sounded alarmed. You gestured at the room.

“This apartment doesn’t have one.”

He was going through all stages of grief in front of your eyes. He sank into the couch. You grabbed his shoulder and tried your best not to laugh.

“Just don’t do anything that gets you warm and You’ll be fine.”

Under these circumstances, sitting on the couch and watching something was the best thing to do. However you had problems concentrating on what was happening on the screen. Your boyfriend’s legs were simply too distracting. He had always liked working out, but these past few months really showed. You loved his huge thighs and toned calves.

“You can touch them, you know?”

Sehyoon looked at you over the frame of his glasses. An amused smile appeared on his face. He found it “funny” how much you loved his legs. Unfortunately, he also used it to tease you by wearing shorts and flexing whenever he noticed you looking. You hated and loved every second.

He took your hand and placed it on his exposed thigh. His skin felt cool and a bit sweaty, but there was one sensation that was stronger than everything else. The strong muscles in his thighs made you feel things. You swallowed and shifted in your spot on the couch. Your throat felt dry, but it was the opposite between your legs.

“Sehni…?”

Your voice was quiet, but even to your ears it sounded pressed and barely restrained. You did not want him to hear what you felt. So naturally, he knew instantly.

“Hm?”

He pretended that he did not know what you were about to say.

“Can you... fuck me hard?”

Sehyoon looked into your eyes with a small smile on his face and Instead of an answer his lips landed on yours. The kiss was sloppy and surprisingly sweet.

Your back settled on the couch and Sehyoon was between you legs. You took your top off, but left the bra on. He loved it teasing your nipples through the material and exposing your breasts without taking the bra off. You would probably be thankful for the support later. He got rid of his shirt and it did not help with the situation between your legs. Sehyoon‘s arms were your other weakness. He pushed his hair back, a motion that was clearly only there to make you go insane. His arms were as big as you had ever seen them and he looked simply fantastic. You wanted to shut your leg and at least get some friction to your clit, but his hips were in the way.

He smiled an almost evil, but definitely smug smile, that needed to be wiped off his face. You let your hand land on his stomach and wander down until you reached the tent in his underwear. The contact made him groan and his eyes fluttered shut. You palmed him through his underwear and enjoyed his lovely moaning. Putting the condom on with your mouth earned you a particularly desperate one. You give him a few bobs of your head and licks before pulling back.

“Fuck me now.”

It was a demand and Sehyoon was happy to oblige. You lay back down. The fabric of the couch was a bit scratchy but you would survive. He entered you with ease and you left out a sigh. You had been waiting for this. A few slow thrusts gave you time to adjust. He leaned forward and held his weight with his arms. Looking into his eyes while his hips moved against you, pushing in and pulling out, was one of the most intimate things.

The couch was not widest, but it worked. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. His tongue explored your mouth, while his hips began to pick up speed. You ran your hands over his broad back, loving the feeling of his soft skin.

His hips halted. Sehyoon sat up and ran his hands over your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze. Sweat covered his body and ran down his chest.

He grabbed your hips tight. You did not particularly like it to have marks, but today you would not mind. His thrusts came faster and harder now. Every time your hips met your release came closer. A tension built up in your whole body. You held your breath as if that would keep the tension from escaping. Sehyoon groaned and his thrusts became more erratic. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with his arms as he buried his face between your breasts. The angle changed and you clenched around him. It was perfect. Just a little more. Sehyoon‘s hips snapped against you, hitting your sensitive clit with every pushing in. His moan and last few hard thrusts pushed you over the edge.

For some heartbeats there was only your breathing and the tv, that no one had bothered to turn off, audible in the room. You kissed the top of Sehyoon‘s head. He still rested his head on your chest, even though his breathing had calmed down. For him there was no better place to be than there. You petted his hair and ran your hands over his back. It was nice to feel his weight on you but he was getting heavy now.

“Let’s shower and go to bed.”

Your shower together was too cool for your taste but Sehyoon‘s kisses made it bearable. You dried each other off with fresh towels and went to your bedroom. The sun had set and you opened the window.

Sehyoon lay down on the side of the bed he always used when he was here. You settled down next to him and rested your head on his chest.

“Why can you not stay at your place?”

You made sure not to sound accusatory. It was nice to have him stay here. Even if it was just for a few days. He stared at the ceiling. The night air brought the sounds of the city outside into the room. You waited. Sehyoon let out a sigh and said:

“I broke the aircon at my place.”

A/N: I always forget that other countries don't have windows that you can only half open like we do in Germany XD (So countries have them too but idk if sk has it lol but that's what i imagine when i say sleep with the window open. )

[shtern-and-art]

Back again with more questions about the au!! XD

And don't worry, we all love your long responses!! The more you say about the au the more interesting it becomes :D

Do Skeppy and Bad need to eat? If so, do they have favourite foods and can they cook?

Does Skeppy have pets of any sort? Does he like animals or have any that he particularly fears? I find the idea of Bad comforting him after a not so nice encounter super cute!

It's pretty obvious they hate the littering teens but what about little kids. Does Bad often lure then deep into the forest to see all the prettiest flowers and cute animals? Has he ever tried to adopt one before realising that wouldn't be a very good idea.

Does Skeppy get defensive about the forrst when he's in the town, like cutting off people who try to say it's a horrible place, or is he good at controlling his emotions?

Do either of them actually need sleep or is it just for fun (or in Bad's case a way to pass time). Does Skeppy ever sneak into the forest depths to nap alongside Bad? Is Skeppy considered short by humans? I assume Bad teases him for being tiny since he's pretty damn tall/large (defending on form) himself.

Also do you have a favourite animal? N who's your favourite to draw in this au?!

Once again, so many questions '>_<. I always look forward to updates for in the dark, all the extra bits are so cool to learn about! I'll probs have even more after a while too haha. Hope you have a great day!! <3

Oh, that's a relief! Gonna ramble freely now :D

And, yes, hello, the questions! (with doodles now!)

1) Food.

Bad doesn't really need rest or nourishment (his health is connected to the forest), but he indulges in both. Sleep, yes, he uses to pass the time (or have dreams, for the heck of it). And the desire to get food or hunt is part of the instincts leftover from all the times he connected to the forest animals for a long time. Desire to eat food though is purely his own, as a person and not a spn creature :D

Back when he was a human, he could cook pretty good, and I bet his favorites were pastries and steak. Nowadays, in the forest, he can eat meat pretty much any day, raw or otherwise. So, after being awake and coherent for long enough time, and reconnecting with himself a bit, Bad will miss eating baked stuff way more than any other food.

And, yes, getting fresh muffins is one of the reasons/leverages Skeppy might try to lure Bad to hang out in the town.

Rat eats and sleeps too, but Bad isn't sure if she does it out of necessity or habit.

Skeppy, oh, he is one of those people who can burn water. In part, the blame goes to his nature - or his lack of control over it - chaos inducing tendencies do not go well with following recipes.

Which is unfortunate, seeing how he does need to eat, and sleep, and so on. Sure, he can last way longer without any of those things than a human would, but he still needs them to survive.

So, his favorite food is pizza, and all home-cooked meals stayed in the past, when Skeppy still lived with his family.

2) Sleep.

So, yes, Skeppy needs to sleep! But I'd say he will not go out to the forest at night for it. Not at first, at least.

First time, he just stayed out for a long time, very far back from the forest's edge. And the forest is so dark, it’s hard to judge the time in it at evening hours… By the time Skeppy noticed that it got very late, the whole journey back would’ve taken him too long to get a good rest at home. But, really, he didn’t have to make it. Nothing in these woods would hurt him, as long as Bad is around, and he’s… here, Bad’s around. And he knows the best moss-covered nooks between the roots, and is very, very warm all the time, and is kinda worrying anyway… Bad knows his woods are safe for Skeppy, but he doesn’t want him going around town at night when Skeppy is distracted and tired.

And this is how the first sleepover happens: with Skeppy declaring he’s stealing Bad’s cape to burrito himself in for the night, and (after the pretend-fight about it), doing so while Bad is still wearing it. It turns out for the better though, because the cape is not that warm, even if cozy, but Bad very much is. Enough to sleep nicely through the night, and dream of the vastness of the forest, the quiet peace of earth underneath, and of the tree branches reaching for the sky, to pass on the wishes tied to them further.

Bad doesn’t sleep that night, just watches over the snoring cape-caterpillar snuggled to his side (in a very not-creepy way, oh no). He puts some old dry leaves in Skeppy’s hair to make fun of him in the morning, and totally doesn’t scare him, when Skeppy half-wakes up early in the morning to a glowing milky white eyes of not really human looking Bad staring right at him.

Next time Skeppy stayed out in the forest for too long, and had to spend the night, he maybe did it almost kinda half consciously on purpose. Because he wasn’t sleeping well, and the loneliness and the stress of life were getting to him a bit, and. He is very much touch starved. And the dreams he had in the forest last time were pretty nice too. Like resting so close to Bad let Skeppy feel what he feels, perhaps? Anyway. It was nice. But he couldn’t just ask for stuff like that right upfront then, so the shame and creativeness lead his way.

At some point he will ask to sleep near Bad upfront, though (:

3) Kids.

Oh, little kids Bad doesn't mind. Also he remembers too much about being human to lure kids away, or think having one at the forest will be a good idea :D I'd say, if some little kid gets away from their parents or a common walking path, Bad could lead them back instead. Send them to chase after a bunny or a pretty butterfly, leading the child back to safety.

Bad never shows himself to the kids, and there is a bit of self-deprecation in this. Just like there is a bit of kindness in the way he treats people, despite always showing how angry and done he is with them.

That is a weird, interesting contradiction Skeppy is very fascinated with.

4) Height.

Skeppy is short by human standards :D And his less human form is even shorter, so Bad absolutely makes fun of him for that. Oh, I'm sorry "lightly teases him, with no mean intent to it at all" (c) Bad, smiling with all his long, sharp teeth

5) Skeppy and the townsfolk.

After knowing Bad for a while, knowing how Bad sees the forest, and how, despite his anger, Bad still can't help but watch out for some people of the town too... Yes, with all that, Skeppy will find himself getting angry at times over people bad-mouthing the forest.

But he can't really talk back here. After all, it was him, and his mischief that reawakened old rumors, old fears, made people more paranoid about the forest than they were before.

Skeppy's little pranks took hold, and him being in town and going around the forest doesn't let people forget how scary and dangerous this place can be.

So yeah, before he lets himself properly call out someone about being mean to the forest, Skeppy gotta face all that. Fun times :D

6) Favorite animal and fav. character to draw.

I think I like to draw Bad more, because he can shapeshift, and the horns/branches are fun to twist around :D But I liked doing Skeppy's reality breaking effects too!

And idk if I can pick one favorite animal :D I just really like snakes, cats, orcas, and all corvids.

Thank you, this ask really made my day! Even if it took me a bit to answer it XD

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In The Dark - masterpost

[withoneheadlight]

life has been a bit crazy for me so I haven’t been around but I’m glad to see that the upside down kiss fic is circulating back around bc it lives rent free in my mind constantly and I am whORE KNEE 😩

nsfw! anon

(I hope you’ve seen well I miss u :((( )

NSFW!ANON I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU I MISS YOUUUUUU!!!!! Holy shit this is the nicest surprise!!!!!! 💖💖💖🌟💖🌟💖🌟💖🌟💖 Wish your life were at least a bit less crazy :(. Mine's been a bit crazy too. Weird and busy. Haven't been letting me much time for fandom and i miss it so, SO FUCKING much. 

And <3<3<3, haha yep! i’ve got a soft spot for that fic too bc i had so much fun writing it, and it’s even funnier on my mind idk xD. i’m so happy people likes it. Those gifs are like a harringrove inspiration charm i swear! Maybe you’ve already seen it but @warheadache added this amazing ar to it and 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉.

also!! i know it doesn’t look like it but i’ve got a couple things for you on the works and i’m closer to finish them!! at my snail pace but yk, 

a few excerpts bc i want to give them to you so baaaaaadddDDDDDD:

(I'm sure you'll recognize the working titles :P)

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| boots |

And it’s been more than three years. More than three years of holes on his body and holes on his veins and stitches and tubes and pills and pain under every scar and unsteady steps and pulling together a pile of dirty rubble. More than one of Steve, Steve, Steve. Of coming back in busts and flickers. Enough gasoline left to light a spark. Too empty still to start a fire.

Except―

He’s going through his old stuff, one day. Cold outside. Late January. Chill fogging the windows. Daylight pouring to the edges of the sky like red-hot steel on the other side.

Billy’s on the floor. The contents of the two plastic bags collecting dust at the bottom of his closet since he moved in here now scattered all around. Cassettes and crumpled papers and tampered books and stupid memorabilia and. His old tight jeans. His leather jackets. His light-blue denim one, with the blood-red goodbye kiss of somebody whose cheek he remembers touching, whose face he can’t remember anymore.

And Billy doesn’t hear him coming, but one moment he’s not, the next Steve’s crouching by his side, leaning against him, too lightly for it to be in need of balance.

“God, Hargrove” he huffs, picks Billy’s favorite shirt out of the pile “Am I remembering this one right?”

Billy bites in a smile. Swallows down some bitterness.

“You are”

Steve nods, mouth twisting into a grin, a brow rising. Glances down at what Billy’s holding (on to) between his hands.

“And oooh. Those boots”

Still dirty. More dark brownish than black. One of the few things he got back from the hospital. His pendant being the only one he ever put back on.

“Yeah”

“Thinking ‘bout using any of these again?” Steve gives the shirt a light shake, the dark-red fabric dragging on the wooden floor.

Last time Billy wore it, he burned hole in it. A stray ember fell from his joint, right under the left pocket. Tiny enough to pass mostly unseen but―

For a closer look, it was ruined.

Two days later, the Mind-Flyer dragged him into the basement of Brimborn Steel Works.

Billy digs his fingers into the dry leather before they can start shaking.

“I don’t―” Takes in a big gulp of air “―know. Don’t know if they’ll fit anymore” It feels like nothing.

Because, he doesn’t mean only his body. Means it all. Because he’s alivealivealive, like some kind of inevitability. Alive like a form of inertia.

Alive because that’s all he had left. Got’s left. The only thing he could. Can. Do.

But,

But

“Uhmm” Steve exhales. Looks right into his eyes and it feels like he’s looking deeper. And it’s not the first time, not the first time Billy wonders, how much he knows, and how he knows it. Wonders what he might be seeing, what his instinct might be saying for him to―lower down his voice, eat away almost every single one of the scarce millimeters keeping their mouths from touching “Maybe the boots, then” his hair tickling Billy as it falls over his forehead, the feeling of it so intimate it seems illicit “Only, the boots”.

And those words. Those words. Taste like gasoline on Billy’s mouth, make the flame almost catch. Hot. As they feel over the rabbiting pulse of his jugular. Ad there shouldn’t be any empty space left between them when Steve moves even closer, his lips brushing a path of raw tenderness over Billy’s cheek, trailing sideways, air turning flammable and unstable, unbreathable when he says, “You’d look―” Voice hoarse. Shaky. Breath warm down the curve of Billy’s neck. Fingertips burning as a branding mark over his solar plexus “Hot as fuck”

Trading a grenade for Billy’s fast-beating heart.

And then― he’s getting up. Going away. Closing the door behind him. Leaving Billy one pull away from the detonation.

And Billy.

It’s been more than year since he moved. More than a year of SteveSteveSteve. Of coming back in busts and flickers. Enough gasoline left to light a spark. Too empty still to start a fire.

But Billy wants it, this kind of inevitability. Not inertia. No survival. Not that something living doesn’t really feels like. He wants Steve to release that bomb he just dropped inside of his body. Left Billy unmade. Shape him back together with his own two hands.

So he gets up. Wired-up and breathless. Anticipation beading on the surface of his skin. Thinks about of all those times alive felt like something reachable. That almost-touch sensation. Static singing on his fingertips: loving arms closing around his ocean-cold skin. The rumbling of the sea caught up on the shell of his ribcage. Max's crazy laugh like a hammer to his bones. The Camaro cooking the soles of his feet, speed making his head spin through a wormhole and out into the infinite. His knuckles cracking against the skin of another, finding bone. The metallic tang of blood flooding down the back of his tongue.

Love and fire and rage and―

He takes all his clothes off. They don’t feel like they fit, either. Socks. Sweats. Hoodie. T-Shirt. Takes a deep breath when the pendant bumps against the naked skin of his chest.

Puts his boots on.

Does the only thing he’s ever known.

“Steve!” he shouts. Pulse spiking up fast. Trying to beat a way out of his body “Can you come back in here?”

Skyrocketing, when Steve shouts back.

“Going!”

And then is the door clicking open. Billy’s lungs freezing in the middle of a breath. Steve’s eyes looking almost black as they catch the shadows. Sun falling down the reality of the other side.

And in a darkness like that, it’s only them what remains. Them, and the way they are looking at each other.

And Billy feels alive. Like falling. Feet slippin’ on the razor’s edge.

"Billy" breathes out Steve. Shoulder perched on the frame. Fingers tightening around the handle "Fuck, Billy I―"

“Yeah?”

Alive. Like a form of gravity when―

Steve comes forward. To him. Careful. Careful. Footsteps creaking on the wooden floor. Lashes falling down as his eyes drift. Swallows. Comes closer and closer still.

And then.

Their chest are brushing and their hands are almost touching and it's not even an inch but Billy has to look up even with his stupid boots on and,

“You said―”

Steve breathes in. Cuts Billy’s breath off his lungs.

Between them, there’s no room for anything that’s not the way they’re not touching.

“I know what I said”

The air, sparks, sizzles, becomes the memory of a thunderstorm and. The tips of Steve’s fingers make his hairs stand on end. High voltage. Spark over the inside of his wrist. The faded blue of his veins. And Billy shivers. Feels like that second of stasis before the rupture. Static calm and then― the ocean breaks.

And then Steve says,

“I wanna see it. That fire in you” and his fingers tickle across the hidden tenderness on the inside Billy’s elbow. Nails grazing their way up to his shoulder, detouring to contour the crest of his clavicle, slide down the trough, spreading as they follow the shape of Billy’s neck, thumb fitting into the corner of his lips and “C’mon.” smiling, smiling. Eyes creasing at the sides, lashes catching the few last strings of light. Wicked and sweet and devastating “Show me who’s that Billy Hargrove everybody's been telling me so much about”

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| stick | tw: object insertion |

It’s thrilling, this secret, depraved game they play. Feels like it's forbidden. Leaves a sweet, honey-thick aftertaste.

And Billy is so. So curious. Can’t stop asking Steve to tell him “How it feels babe. I want to know how good it feels. God you look like it's hitting you just right” and Steve tells him. Steve fucks himself down into whatever thing Billy is holding for him, never touching himself until he’s almost there, wanting to ride that sole sensation right up until the very end. Shivering. Shaking. Breaking a sweat. The words coming ragged out of his open mouth. “Cold” or “Weird” or “Like. Too much–ah. Too much” and “Soft, God, Billy so soft” and–

“Why don’t you try it yourself?”

And Billy its so, so curious.

Billy does.

Rails himself for Steve to watch, slicked up with lube and dripping. With a rolling pin. A cucumber. Almost a whole box of wooden colored pencils, stuffed inside his ass one by one. With “ohgodgodgod”  the handle of Steve’s fucking nailed bat. Lets Steve holds whatever thing he chooses for him “C’mon, babe. C’mon. Treat it good. Swallow it as deep as you can. Take it like you would take my cock”

And life in Hawkins gets boring after the first, second, fourth, seventh yearly round. Steve takes that office work. Billy gets a permanent spot in the garage. If he gets real lucky, somebody takes him an interesting car from time to time. But sometimes Steve looks at Billy with dark, liquid eyes. Says “Ok enough”. His voice harsh. Rasped. Losing balance at the edge of what he’s able to restrain himself. Sounding as if he’s jealous of those things jamming the insides if Billy’s ass. Takes out Billy’s been writhing around. Fucks him hard. Fuck him deep. Fucks him so good there are tears in Billy’s eyes by the time he comes. Fallen apart and sobbing.

&

Steve’s driving. One hand on the wheel. One hand on the shift. The cool air of the night coming in shorts through the rolled-down window. On the radio, Ted Nugent’s making his guitar whine, the strings arching into the touch of his fingertips, asking for more more more, ‘Here I come again now baby. Like a dog in heat’

Steve’s long fingers flex over the knob, winter-cold white under reddened knuckles. He shifts from third to fourth with a smooth press and lets go of the clutch, and the Camaro sighs, settles. Steve makes her calm. Steve tames her. Where Billy makes her growl and kick Steve drives her like a lover, whispers to her with all his body I’m gonna fuck you so slow. We got all night, baby. Steve treats her right. Runs those fingers up and down the metallic rod of the shift and Billy gets hard. One second from zero to sixty.

His cock pulses, pulses. Fills up whole. The sudden rush of heat traveling up, up. Presses against the walls of his throat. Billy wants to feel the head of Steve’s cock against his bell. Wants Steve to make him choke on him.

Steve brakes. Clutches. Reduces. The Camaro moans, needy. Steve soothes her, caresses it with a soft brush of his thumb along the speed patter Shh, baby sshhh. Just hold a little bit longer. I promise I will let you come.

Billy feels himself twitch, spit out precum. The inside of his pants feels damp, appetizing. He lets his hips slide, rock.

The knob is real leather. Silver pattern ingrained over black. Seams carefully sew out on the surface as a touch of style.

Billy replaced it a few months ago, the old one too damaged by use. Worn out.

This one curves slightly forward.

It would hit just right.

Steve's eyes are alight, framed in the light reflected from the rearview mirror, a dramatic take out of an old Noir.

Except the brown shines full color. Alive.

Billy puts his hand over Steve’s on the knob, spreads his fingers around his.

Grips him hard.

“Hey, babe. Have you ever thought about it?”

“Mmm? About what?”

“About riding my car”

Steve huffs. Chuckles.

“I am driving your car”

“Yeah” Billy caresses the side of Steve’s hand with his thumb, a lagged reflection of his gesture. Thinks about how pretty Steve’s lips would look around that leather, mouth open wide “Don’t mean it like that”

&

Billy has to take a deep, shaky breath, thinking it's a miracle they ever get as far as they plan, that Steve Harrington's mere existence doesn't make him come just by looking at him.

Not all their games get to the finish line. But this, God, Billy wants this one to.

"Ah-ah" he shakes his head, smirks, keeps the stakes high "But if you hop on I'll let you eat my mouth"

“Mmmm. I don’t know”

Steve twists his lips, considering, looks like he’s willing to take his sweet time deciding, staying just like this, idly rocking on his lap, keeping Billy hooked in this scarce feeling, this almost kissing between their cocks.

And Billy––Uff. Billy it’s too revved-up, can’t take it any fucking second more.

Grabs Steve’s asscheeks. Lifts him up.

“Billy what the—ohfuck” It doesn't go in. ‘Course it doesn’t. When Billy lets Steve’s weight drop just a slight bit. It bumps. Slips. Wet and obscene. Rips a breathless thing of a sound out of his throat. But then Steve’s arms wrap around his neck. Bracing himself so Billy can take a hold of it, line himself up. And then yeah yeah. He barely has to rub the head against Steve’s slippery hole and his cock slides in. Eaaasy. All the way. Into Steve’s warmth. Tight. Tight. Tight. And–

“Ohfuck. OhfuckOh”

The air coming in from the window is cool, bristling, but it feels like nothing when Steve lets out a chocked cry. Fucks himself. Fast. Rough. Face buried into the crook of Billy’s neck. Breath blooming hot, hot. Teeth on his pulse.

“Shhhh, baby, shhh” Billy takes his face between his hands, pushes him carefully backwards. Waits ‘till Steve’s eyes slowly find focus on his, still rocking, still― “Hey. You gotta stop. You hear me?” Steve takes a deep breath, exhales long and shaky. It takes all of him to slow down, Billy knows, but he does. Thighs twitching. Cock weeping. Smearing over Billy’s belly where his t-shit has hitched up.

Billy brushes his hair back from his forehead. Tangled and damp and gorgeous.

Kisses him light and sweet.

“We’re close, baby. We’re really, really close. But you gotta stop so I can open you up real good ok?”

Steve nods, eyes glossy, lips bitten and Billy feels overwhelmed, feels like burning under the hard sun. They’re both hanging by the thinnest of threads, Billy can feel it, can see it in the blown-out dark of Steve’s eyes. They’re riding pleasure at point break, time holding its breath for them. This is his favorite part of the game. A little too much, just a little too much. ‘Till one of them loses it. ‘Till one of them melts on the other’s hands. Hard and thick.

And God, Billy has never been one not to push his luck.

He takes two fingers up to Steve’s lips, runs the tips over the tender skin inside. Thinks about how they don’t look bitten enough, swollen enough. About how he’s gonna have to fix that.

“I’m gonna put these two inside. Will you get them ready for me?” Steve’s Smile twitches up, canines showing. It’s a two-men-con. But they play as much against the other as they play together. So Steve swallows both fingers. All the way in one go. Eyes falling shut. Eats them wet and messy. Deepthroats. Rumbles. Ass clenching, pulsing around Billy’s cock. And Billy is only a short breath of self-control away from spending himself inside him like a fucking rookie.

It’s boring, small-town life, really. Except–

“Good boy,” he says, making his fingers pop out of Steve’s mouth, satisfaction tastier than honey at the mean glare it grants him. But it softens, that glare, Steve’s eyelids flutter, open-mouthed and blissed, when Billy brushes the head of his cock with his knuckles, haft teasing, half relieving, keeping Steve in the tightrope with him.

“I’m getting a bit impatient in here, Hargrove” he says, only managing to make his voice sound half annoyed about it. Bit Billy is too, impatient. So drags his fingers down, pads tracing the taut shape of Steve’s cock, his balls, and down. Presses. Softly. Rubs the stretched-out flesh of his hole. Dips just the tips. Press. Press. And–

“AhfuckBilly–Ah.Mmmmh”

It’s tight. Steve’s ass clenches around him, squeezes him in. It’s a heady feeling, having him like this, senses overrunning. He’s intoxicated. High on the painful scratch of Steve’s nails when he grabs his jaw to kiss him open-mouthed and harsh. The helpless way he chokes off a sob when Billy makes his fingers curl, rubs him good and,

“I’m ready, Billy. I’m ready. BillyBillyplease. I can’t take it anymore. Please, baby. I’m ready” he’s gasping, breathless, barely taking in the heated up air they share.

“Hey. C’mon. C’mon. Just a little more, ok?. A little more and I’ll let you swallow it all in. That knob. All the way down your ass. No space left for anything else" he licks the words all along Steve’s neck, his ear. Rubs his lips over the damp roots of his hair. Cock pushing. Fingers working. When Steve sits on the stick. Billy wants him right over the edge “Gonna cum so hard you’re gonna be begging me to let you ride her again”

~

yup! hope you like them! i really really REALLY want to finish them for you.

Fingers crossed I get to see you again soon my dear nsfw!anon 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[kitkatopinions]

What makes you like May so much? I notice that despite her relatively little screen time and character development, she’s in a LOT of your top 3 ships. Not hate or anything, just always curious when people latch on to minor characters

Alrighty, let’s unpack May Marigold. Like you said, she doesn’t have a lot of screen time or character development, but even if a character isn’t featured much, there are still ways you can like them right away. Funnily enough, some of the reasons I like May are the same reasons I liked Qrow from his first season even though he didn’t get a lot of focus and we knew very little about him.

1. Mannerisms, body language, and attitude

I like expressive characters, I like characters who are dry or feisty or both, I like characters who can be in tense situations and look totally bored, I like joking characters and mock politeness and winks and attitude. May has a dry wit and an air of devil-may-care behavior around her that I find really appealing in a character. But she also has a society upbringing and it leaks into her actions here and there and that adds interest. She feels really distinctive. Also since the mains have started all seeming a bit... interchangeable, May is a nice change of pace in that way. Everyone in the above image is making pretty much the same face, but May, who looks like she couldn't be more bored.

2. She's someone I want to root for

When Team RWBY wanted to pretend they were in a situation where they could save everyone and everyone could win, May recognized what they were too stubborn and illogical to. May was the voice of experience and reason in that situation that point blank told them ‘there’s no saving everyone, you have to choose.’ And I mean, I was on Ironwood’s side in volume seven before he shot Oscar, but May not only has a point in what she says and in her goals, but has follow through (something Ruby didn’t have.) She wants to launch Amity Tower and so accompanies Team RWBN while feeling assured that Ruby’s friends are making up for her loss in protecting Mantle, she resolves to help Mantle after the Tower is launched with the statement that Atlas has soldiers defending it while Mantle does not and therefore she’s of better use there, and then she does what she says she was going to and goes to protect the people of Mantle even though she did it alone because Team RWB couldn’t choose anything. While Team RWB was hiding out in a mansion drinking tea, May was actually determined to do something. May is a flawed character, she calls Penny ‘robo-girl’ and gets called out for it, she’s aggressive with Marrow, she’s partially responsible for the delay of Amity being launched, and she seems to follow Robyn with too much devotion imo (considering my dislike of Robyn lol, I think this is fair.) But she’s also determined to help those in need and is willing to follow through, and uses actual logic to see the situation for what it is and understands her own limitations. Between annoying protagonists with impossible idealistic standards that act like they never have to change who feel very insincere, former heroes who have gone crazy and who might be actually fighting and trying to do good but are also down to murder anyone and therefore can’t be supported, and villains who are getting ‘redeemed’ in the sloppiest and least convincing ways possible... May stood out as someone who is trying to be both smart and caring, brave and compassionate, but realistic. Ironwood was no longer allowed to be seen in a good light and so was turned into a puppy kicking maniacal ball of crazy willing to torture and bomb just to get his way, and Ruby was not allowed to be seen as wrong or failing and so the whole narrative was about how good and right she was even if she didn’t accomplish her goal or earn a victory because hey, at least she made a rousing speech and yelled at anyone who wanted to do something she deemed not enough. May was allowed to be a moral character who just disagreed with Ruby, she was allowed to make mistakes without it either being treated as monstrous or quickly covered with pretty words about how everyone knows she’s still great. May was allowed to be a character without the authors constantly reminding us of what they want us to think of her. Maybe if she’d been in one of the earlier seasons, she wouldn’t have been as compelling to me (because that wasn’t a rarity lol,) but compare her to Ruby now and she’s amazing. Also she told Ruby she was wrong, and she may have softened it later, but still, it was one of the better parts of the whole volume. Ruby needs more people who are willing to give her hard truths, instead of people who are going to agree with and support her no matter what.

3. Potential

When it comes to characters, the first thing I really look at is if they’d be good in fan fictions, how I’d use them, how I could see them interacting in this or that scenario, and what dynamics I think they’d have. A lot of this has very little to do with actual canon, like wondering how she’d fit into a fake organization full of OCs I’d written into a couple of fan fics or wondering what her dynamic would be with the redeemed Roman Torchwick and Emerald and Mercury that I’ve often centered my stories around. But some of it is stuff like ‘How would May see Winter? What sort of tension might May have with her in Vacuo?’ ‘How would May get along with Sun and Neptune in Vacuo?’ ‘When the others get back from the void, what will May be doing?’ Much like I took to the cocky but clearly more under the surface winking argumentative Qrow in his very first season, I like what little I’ve seen of her and hope I get more of what makes her an appealing character to me later. And much like I got attached to Neo after even her very minor appearances in the first three seasons and started including her as the babied little sister figure of Roman somehow three times more cut throat than him that takes his word as gospel, I like May for what I can see her turning into in my fics even if she’s never given a lot of focus or room to grow or (God forbid) gets her character thrown to the wolves.

Also, as for shipping her with people, I feel like since she hasn’t yet taken a lot of screen time and we are wondering at how she’ll interact with people once things aren’t so tense, it’s easy to imagine her with a lot of people just because I haven’t been put off by any interactions and relationships that were badly handled or that just don’t vibe. I think I’ve listed her in the top three ships with Ilia, Sun, and Blake, and omg I just realized how funny it is that I listed May as a possible romance for all three of them. XD These ships are pretty casual, as I was looking for numbers and I’ve shipped Sun and Blake for so long, it’s hard to picture them with anyone else and there are pretty big road blocks in shipping them with many of the other mains, and I hadn’t really considered many ships for Ilia before writing the post. May just happened to be a ship I saw that I thought ‘that could be pretty cute, actually.’ However, thinking about her and Sun...

Idk, I just think it’d be neat. If BlackSun can’t be canon, this just might be my second choice. Sun is a bright, caring, loyal optimist who isn’t afraid to get serious and emotionally vulnerable and is also down for some low grade crime here and there. He values independence, he’s not pushy, but he’s also not afraid to challenge and call people out. May is cynical and a bit jaded, puts her trust in people maybe a little too much, but is also feisty and sharp witted and has a quick tongue, and she’s compassionate and willing to get her hands dirty and put what she thinks needs to be done over what others want and she’s realistic and gutsy. Also he’s got blonde hair and blue eyes and she’s got blue hair and honey colored eyes, so... Yeah. I don’t know, because it’s so hard trying to ship anything other than BlackSun for him, but there might be something the writers could work with there.