#it wasnt an option though of course

[soliddaddy96]

so freaking depressed right now

[umarthiels]

surprise surprise, les mis letters has got me Thinking about Catholicism again!

[woolydemon]

the way my nitw obsessed teen self obsessively edited nitw wiki pages to the point that u can see I'm one of the top contributors for several pages even still to this day

[d10nsaint]

FROM EDEN.

-> Kim Dokja & Cale Henituse with a reincarnated! reader

saintspeaks;“I SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN JUST TO SIT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR”-Hozier. JAIDJSKADJ I LOVE THIS SONF OMFG. Also, the ‘you’ in the Kim Dokja x reader only read twsa, but the ‘you’ in the Cale x reader read tcf.

Kim Dokja

A reader of TWSA is all you were — well, one of the two committed readers. You werent supposed to read it, in fact, you stumbled apon it on a sad friday night. But when you met Kim Dokja, the lone reader, you realized why you were never supposed to touch that story.

You’d only survived this far because you binge-read the chapters, and had your handy phone with a save file of the story!

You were living quite comfortably in the apocalypse, traveling alone because you couldnt commit to a group. You knew that the moment that danger came towards you and the group you’d abandon them, so traveling alone was the best option.

Until you were traveling in the underground subway and came across Yoo Junghyuk— the main character himself.

The only thing that happened between you two was a harsh glare met with ice-cold eyes in response.

The only thing that you were thinking was, ‘you dont scare me, bitch.’

And he just stormed off.

You hadnt thought much of the encounter—in fact, you never wanted to meet him again. But, of course, fate just had to have you two cross paths again. But, this time he had a companion with him.

And lord, was he the most handsome man you’d ever seen— even though you could barely make out his facial features.

But he’d never been in the novel. An he seemed just as surprised by your appearance too — because you didn’t have a sponsor, and you’re too strong and seem too knowledgeable for an average person.

The idea of you being the other reader lingers in his mind— but he quickly dismissed the thought as he kept walking past you, following Yoo Junghyuk.

Cale Henituse

You were a normal girl who reincarnated into a noble Lady from a small kingdom in the Western Continent. Since you reincarnated into such a small kingdom, you had no reason to change the story unless it came charging at you.

…and it did.

You visited Lady Amiru in the Ubarr territory.(bad idea number 1)

The moment you started talking to her about using a boat to sail at night, a wolf-looking guy came charging at you, screaming about smelling ‘strong’. You’d never done any training or fighting, and only acted like how a normal noble lady should in these kinds of stories. But, you realized he wasnt looking at you, but behind you. And guess who was behind you?

Cale Henituse—who was hiding behind a rock????

You’d recently been reincarnated so you didnt know much, but what you did know was that some things had changed. One of those things? Cale Himself.

You avoided the Henituse house like the plague— if you got too close to Cale, you’d get tangled up in the story, and you couldnt have that. Excusing yourself the moment you saw the fiery red hair, you ran off of the sandy beach to the room lady Amiru let you use during your stay.

Cale was extremely confused—who the hell were you? why were you here? did you know about the ancient powers? Why did you need a boat?

He let out a deep sigh, wondering why he just keeps walking into trouble—he could just feel you being another wall between him and his slacker life.

[twisted-king]

Hello! Since you also write genshin, I've thought about reader or F!S/O being from Teyvat. But that isnt really the main point. How 'bout their F!S/O is from Sumeru and is strictly bestfriends with Cyno and Alhaitham. How would Trey, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil feel about their F!S/O having boy bestfriends back at her world? Maybe if they're jealous, reader tries to comfort them by saying that Alhaitham is engaged(to Kaveh)XD Lol

You dont have to do this if its to much♡

Oddly specific but I like the cut of your jib!

Also can be read as genter neutral, I don't reall mention gender on this one?

Trey, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Jamil X F!SO from Teyvat

who is also besties with Cyno and Alhaitham

Trey Clover

Well youre from a whole different world! Magic seems to exist in some capacity at least.

He doesn't know what a Zatyun peach or a Sunsettia is.

But he tries v hard to make you things that remind you of home sometimes!

He actually does a pretty good job at it too!

And thats where the issue arives.

Whenever he asks about your homeland he knows he is going to hear about your best friends

He's trying SO hard to be normal about this

Trey loves you so much but, he gets a little jealous!

You've done so much with these two!!!

"And Cyno's jokes are the absolute WORST! I swear some of the things he says are worse than Ace's!" "Oh that's... nice!"

but they're your best friends! He really shouldn't be jealous.

"I still don't understand why Alhaitham is so jacked, like all he does is read books all day!"

He really shouldn't be jealous

"And I'm kind of glad its never too hot around here! Like I know he works primarily in the desert but like put a shirt on sometimes! You know?"

But damm its hard.

He tries to be subtle (not really)

"So have you ever like... done anything with one of these guys?" "What do you mean?" "Like have you dated one of them..?"

oh.... OH!

You laugh at that, he's embrassed "Oh gosh NEVER! They both have boyfriends anyhow! Alhaitham is engaged!" "Oh."

You nod and give him a little kith

Wow he's relieved!

Azul Ashengrotto

He loves learning about you and your home world! Truly!!!

Azul thinks your mind is briliant, you're so smart and quick on your feet due to years of travel!

With travel comes a lot of experiences

a lot.

without him.

He's playing it cool though! suuuper cool

"Oh I remember Alhaitham would never answer anything that wasnt formatted or completed properly! maybe you could do the same? it would certainly free up some time, no?" "Of course it woudl free up some time, dear... But" "buut?" "Well it wouldn't be fitting of my benevolent nature now would it, my love?"

Azul keeps trying to prove he's a better boyfriend than your old friends

He needs you to know he's the best option for you <3

"And could this 'Cyno' make you a delightful seafood pasta like this?" "No, not really, he was more into rice." "I see..."

Oh hey he made you curry and rice

You know, by the way. He is NOT sneaky

After another bout of showing off, you finally say something.

"They have boyfriends, you know?" "huh?" "Cyno and Alhaitham? they have partners. You don't have to be jealous." "Why would I be jealous, dearest?"

DENIER

Denies his jealous to this day but he gets happier after you reassure him.

Jade Leech

Yeah he's super cool about this!

for the most part...

He's extremely interested in learning about the flora in your world!

and he thinks those vishap creatures you compare him to sound rather interesting.

Jade being rather curious in nature comes in handy! since he doesnt seem to get jealous.

His questions are... odd, though. they kind of make sense?

"Cyno once took out like-- 10 guys in like a MINUTE! it was so cool! "Is he that fast in the depths of the sea?" "No-" "I see..."

Sometimes he's a little less slick though

"OH my gosh Alhaitham is so weird about soup! He hates the stuff because it could get on his books of all things!" "Does he consume beverages as he reads? tea perhaps?" "Yeah, sometimes." *Pleased eel noises*

He's just being careful :)

Jade often prefers to dicuss your best friends while in the kitchen. he likes spending this time with you!

And he has his knives and mushrooms at his disposal.

*chop chop chop* "And so Haitham and I used to skip out on akademiya meetings together-" *chopchopchop-* "But Cyno would ALWAYS 'catch' us just before the meeting would actually ends-" *ChopChopChopChop-* "So then he'd bring us to Kaveh, Alhaitham's fiance to-" "He has a fiance?" "yeah,why?" "no reason." *chop~ chop~ chop~*

He's still keeping the information from his... questioning in mind.

Can't be too careful, after all.

Floyd Leech

He loves his shrimpy's stories!!!

He hates his shrimpy's stories :((

Floyd is reaaal conflicted. He thinks you're so interesting! your world seems like fun!! he wants to go there with you.

But not with those men you keep talking about

"So sometimes there are these HUGE mushrooms that kind of act like a launchpad! they're super springy." "Eh? Jade might like soemthing like that... OOOH! do ya think if I throw someone (Ace) on one of those they'd still bounce?" "Yeah they would! one time while going after a criminal, Cyno had to-" "Eeeeh I'm bored. You coming to my next game?"

Subtlety? not THIS eel

He audibly groans when you bring them up sometimes.

But he still loves hearing you talk! so it really confusing sometimesz

"So genius invocation uses 8 elements, 7 from the nations, one is omni. Usually the cards are based off of vision users like Diluc of mondstadt, Arataki Itto, from Inazuma... OH! there is one of my best friend, Alhaitham, he's dendro and Cyno's is electro, its actually" Oh he's no longer looking at you.

You get an idea... "There is one of Haitham's fiance, Kaveh" "Oh really?"

GOT HIS ASS

You're his girlfriend, you know him best.

He's a little less weird about listening to your stories now, he's way more enaged.

He still tugs you closer to him when you mention other men, but thats kind of normal for him now.

Jamil Viper

A confident king? He's not really jealous. He knows he can be better than them.

Plus they're just friends to you.

But in all honestly he like... doesn't care too much about Teyvat.

You're here now, with him. not them.

Don't get him wrong, Jamil likes hearing about what your world!

There's only oneee little thing he doesnt love hearing.

"Sometimes I miss the food from Teyvat... Cyno always made the best Tahchin." "The best you say?" "Yeah! he shaped it like a pyramid every time he made it!" "Have you ever tried mine?" "You make tahchin!?"

He's smug, you'll love his cooking more than that Cyno's.

He serves you a plate of tahchin, golden brown, perfectly seasoned, barberries topping the rounded rice dish "So, what do you think?" "This is so good! I kind of miss the padisarah petals though.."

The hell is THAT?

"Is it... not up to your expectations, my flower?" "No its delicious! I think I just miss the way my friend would make it.."

He's a little grumpy about it!!

Jamil gets kind of huffy with you next time you're together.

He's not ignoring you but just don't bring up food for a while.

Snake man will just respond with "Why don't you ask Cyno." when it comes to cooking for the next day or two...

[cal-flakes]

can you do a story where the reader and rafe are bestfriends and he confesses that he likes her & he wasnt expecting her to feel the same way but she does?🧍🏼‍♀️

╰┈➤ bestfriend!rafe tells y/n the truth (blurb)

warnings: light swearing, kinda hurt/comfort, fluff.

summary: rafe get a bit fed up of listening to his friends sob story’s about boys who don’t treat her well. (very heartbreak girl by 5sos)

rafe sighed heavily as his hand ached, having been stroking y/n’s hair for quite some time. his eyes flickered between her and television, trying to see if she’d fallen asleep or not.

“y/n?” he whispered, jolting her slightly. groaning in response, she turned to face him, showing him her puffy, flushed face, covered in dried tears from earlier. “yeah?” she cooed, resting her head against the arm of the couch as she sat up, cuddling into his side.

“i thought you’d fallen asleep, are you feeling any better?” he queried, a sad look in his eyes. “i am now that you’re here” she smiled sweetly, allowing her head to fall into the crook of his neck.

sighing, his eyes moved to the television once again, deep in thought as she nuzzled into him, not caring for the splotches of tears cascading down his white t-shirt.

“do you really mean that?” he asked, deciding to go for the kill. “mean what?” she hummed, glancing back up at him.

“do you really mean that you’re happier when i’m here?” he pushed, watching as her facing contorted into confusion. “of course i do, you’re my best friend, i’m always happier when you’re around..” she muttered tiredly, a need for sleep apparent as a violet hue spread underneath her eyes.

“no but, that’s not what i- actually, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter..” rafe huffed, throwing his head back against the couch in defeat. she’d never understand, he thought. “hey, no. it does matter, cause something is clearly bothering you” y/n argued.

the sudden lack of warmth in his side couldn’t go unnoticed as she sat up in a flash, confronting him head on. “what do you mean rafe?” she sighed, resting her now crossed legs on his waist as he avoided her eyes, biting at his nails.

“y/n please, it’s fine” he plead, wanting the ground to swallow him up as he realised his options. lie, or tell the truth. he didn’t want to tell the truth, but he also didn’t want to lie. mostly because he knew that she would know in an instant if he was lying, her ability to tell honestly grated on him sometimes.

“but you seem sad rafe, and i hate when you’re sad, and like- y’know, i’m sad too! so if you tell me why you’re sad, we can be sad together” she rambled, giggling slightly as she prodded at his cheeks, clearly pushing his buttons. “so tell me why you’re sad, cause i’m sure i can help!” she beamed, cupping his cheeks.

his heartbeat quickened as he leant into her warm touch, enjoying the slight scrape of her nails against his skin.

“fine, okay. i’m sad, because..a girl i really like, like- really really like, doesn’t look at me the same way..” he mumbled, once again diverting his eyes. “seriously? who would be stupid enough to not like you back? that’s insane!” she exclaimed, pulling back to show him her shocked face. chuckling, he nodded along with her. “yeah, you’d think so huh?”

“do you want me to talk to her? i could put in a good word?” she teased, though her words were genuine. she’d do anything for him.“don’t be silly, she wouldn’t listen, she’s got too much on her mind already..”

“what’s more important than you?” she huffed, crossing her arms, utterly surprised by this girls behaviour towards her friend. humming, he picked at his fingers. “what?” y/n asked, noticing his change in demeanour immediately.

she scoffed as he fell completely silent, staring into her eyes. “rafe, what is it?” she demanded, growing frustrated. “well, it’s you..” he whispered, pulling into his lips into a thin line “what’s me? i don’t understand..”

“y’know, the girl i really like, who as more important things on her mind? it’s you y/n..”

“it’s me?”

[brrypiiix]

Hiii, so uhm i have no idea if this is a headcanon ask but uhh, i guess this is an angsty ask. Do Trollex and Clay have fights? Like small or big ones? Like what was their first fight about??

Ohhhh this is a fun and interesting one.

Because technically, yes and no.

It’s uncommon, because Trollex purposely tries to do everything he can to avoid any sort of fights. Not to say he wont argue, because he definitely will for the sake of their relationship and for the sake of Clay especially. If he feels Clay is getting ahead of himself to an extent that could hurt himself mentally or get himself hurt physically, Trollex will jump to try and ease him back as softly as possible. He’ll become more stern if he feels its necessary. Other than that though, he avoids it and remains to seek out and fill Clay’s absolute comfort and needs. Because literally Trollex would do anything for Clay. He’d give up his own crown to always be with him if Clay would let him and if he wasnt so heavily loyal to his tribe.

Clay is a very, VERY stubborn troll who will do what he wants if he feels its necessary or the better option. He doesnt seek out arguments, especially with Trollex, but he does not shy away whatsoever when he feels upset over something. But when he does have an outburst or becomes upset, its rarely ever about Trollex himself. When it is about Trollex, it’s heavily due to Clay’s own insecurities. Clay, having grown up as a middle child of 5, was raised to basically be a perfectionist, and grew to have identity issues, has a lot of insecurities and also never even dated in his life. So he’ll easily become more defensive with Trollex if any thought crosses his mind that Trollex may not actually want to be with him or is disrespecting him. Which again, doesn’t happen too often and likely is only just a follow up of some other problem going on with Clay. And of course, those insecurities always end up not being true because of how much Trollex is deeply in love with Clay, and he’s always quick to listen and help ground him during these moments.

So yeah, their fights overall happen rarely ever. Trollex avoids them and is too chill of a guy to be easily upset, Clay’s anger rarely involves Trollex and Trollex focuses on helping him through the anger and never feels offended or hurt out from it.

When they do have fights though, its more medium to big level of fights due to how serious the topics are, but are actually relatively short. But its usually Clay doing all the yelling and saying stuff until Trollex becomes stern and grounds him by telling him a hard truth.

For instance, one of their biggest arguments would involve their kids. Mostly Klaxon who at one point runs away at the age of 15 after Trollex finally sat him down and said that Klaxon is not guaranteed to be the next heir, which is something Klaxon overly hyped himself up over all his life up to that point. When Klaxon ran away, Trollex and Clay had an argument because Clay was stressing over how it was similar to when him and his brothers separated and he was also stressing over how Klaxon was acting like John Dory. Which, Klaxon had always had some similarities to how John Dory acted when he was a kid, and that stressed Clay out at some points. Trollex though, was quick to pull him out of that thought by saying things like “Don’t compare our family to yours. We need to focus on getting Klaxon back.” And after that, they’d proceed to go off to find Klaxon.

One of their first ever arguments though would involve how they’d make their relationship work with Trollex needing to live at the reef as king and Clay needing to stay in trollstopia and help the putt putt trolls resettle(I actually have a whole thing for how the putt putt trolls resettle into trollstopia if anyones interested about that). But that argument was more of Clay yelling and having a little emotional moment, to which Trollex just held him and lovingly spoke to him and reassured him they can make it work, because he wants nothing more than to make it work.

Clay never intends to be mean to Trollex when he is, he always feels horrible about it afterwards and always makes it up to him by babying and loving on him.

But yeah, there ya go!! Any more questions feel free to ask

[thatdammchickennugget]

Hi darling, congrats on 1,500!!! you deserve it so much and you are just so brilliant. i adore you, truly.

***

I think you already know what i look like but ill describe myself haha,

i would like to be paired with Theodore Nott (romantic)

i have short curly black hair, im 5’3, with olive skin, green eyes.

i love poetry, Renaissance Art, writing poetry/journaling, i love doing makeup, i love gold jewelry , my favorite color is wine red.

im a sagittarius sun and moon, pisces rising

Im italian, and Irish - currently learning italian.

(lmk if this wasnt enough info haha)

***

thank you so much

REE BBY, thank you!!! and of course you'll get paired with theo, there's no other option hehe. but I'll also throw in some platonic!pansy because I'm really feeling that dynamic for you

warnings: a tiny bit smutty

Romantic Match-Up: Theodore Nott

the two of you probably danced around each other for a while before actually getting together, sharing many hook ups way before either of you gave in and admitted how much you were into each other

theo would be acting as if you don't affect him at all but everyone knows you walk that boy like a dog

so much jealousy! both of you are absolutely obsessed with each other and insanely possessive, basically constantly bickering about each other's interactions with others

but you definitely make him jealous on purpose all the time sometimes because you know it riles him up and he'll take it out by bending you over in the next available empty classroom to show you exactly who you belong to

he's OBSESSED with your thighs, his favourite place to be being right between your legs, marking up your thighs with hickeys and bites before finally giving in to your pleads and moving up to where you need him

you have this boy pacing about to crawl up the walls whenever you go out with pansy cause he knows the two of you are each other's bad influence and he just knows you're gonna end up in trouble somehow

he's constantly being made fun of by his friends for how whipped he is and he pretends he isn't but isn't fooling anyone when he's literally proudly walking around with your red lipstick staining him all over, his face, his neck, his chest, his clothes, literally anywhere you can get your lips on

he always brings a blanket with him when he goes up to the astronomy tower to smoke because he knows it won't take long for you to show up and join him, usually ending in intense make out sessions or both of you naked panting entangled with each other beneath the stars

all of your friends being terrified whenever your fighting switches to italian, knowing you're just about one second away from whipping his ass

he also knows one sure way to make up with you after, locking himself up in his dorm to write an apology poem for you, only coming back out when he's ready to present it to you (he's not very good at it though, you still melt whenever he recites one to you and forgive him anyways)

his poems would sound something like this: in the silence of the night, my love, I confess my wrongs, like stars above. forgive my faults, my foolish pride, let's mend our bond, no need to hide

after you forgive him he'll spent the whole night worshipping you and all of his friends know not to enter the dorm on one of those nights

Song: High Enough by K. Flay

[chainkeepustogetherr]

1:32, a JEFF BUCKLEY one-shot

synopsis; in which you share an awfully fluffy moment with your (future) lover, Jeff in the golden hours of the afternoon, realising soon it’ll turn into much more

tws/warnings; none! <3

genre/type; fluff <3

a/n: lmk if you guys want more JB stuff! theres genuinely no fanfics about him anywhere </3

THE CLOCK adjacent to the white framed bed frame conveniently resting alongside the left wall reads 1:32, indicating its the peak form of the afternoon, your absolute favourite time of day. Not for any particular reason, of course. It simply remained your favourite due to the calming nature of the hour, often times indicating a needed restful moment of peace almost.

“You okay? Youre lookin’ a lil’ bit dazed” the soft spoken, raven tressed boy speaks beside you, a hint of concern laced within his tone.

“Mhm, was thinking ‘bout how i love this time of day, is all” you truthfully formulate, your words mirroring his same prior tone of tranquility and softness.

“Yeah?” he purrs, changing his position beside you to lay on his side, hand conveniently propped below his ear, seemingly to create a form of balance.

You nod in response, taking note of the small ray of sunlight suddenly illuminating the room, creating an almost golden tint within it.

“The sunlight makes you look real pretty, y’know that?” he adulates, his chocolate tinted eyes peering towards you with pure & unadulterated awe, his lips also simultaneously facing a light smile overtop.

“You’re not allowed to say things like that, J” you playfully remark, though a slither of truth lays well beneath the surface of your statement, a true showcase of your underlying feelings slightly breaking through.

I mean, you were right in some aspect, right? The more compliments and more fixated stares he would throw your way, the stronger & stronger you felt towards him, which simply wasnt allowed to even be considered as an option in your mind. You were fully aware of your feelings towards him, though the thought scared you to say the least. He was Jeff Buckley, big ol’ famous rockstar whom everybody seemed to fawn over, everybody simply wanted him, everybody. It truly felt like a crime, or some form of imprisonment at that.

“What? Why not? Can’t i compliment a pretty girl ‘round here?” he playfully jests, his peach tinted lips curving upwards, forming a rather boyish smirk.

“Stop” you mutter, covering your face within the process as an act of pure nervousness, a bundle of butterflies soon follow up by swarming the insides of your stomach.

He simply responds in an non-verbal format by guiding himself closer towards you, the close proximity between you two edging closer and closer within each passing centimetre.

“What are you doin’?” you query, attempting to appear in a conspicuous manner, though tones of nervous curiosity spill outwards instead.

Though yet again, to your surmise, he doesnt seem to vocalise his thoughts, only a small smirk lays delicately upon the corners of his lips, seemingly showcasing some form of forecast into his mind.

“J, youre makin’ me nervous’’ you retale, though feeling as though nervous was truly the pure definition of an understatement in this situation. You were practically shitting yourself to say the least.

“I know sweetheart, thats the point” he faintly remarks furthermore, his gaze aimlessly lingering on your lips for far too long.

“What would you do, right now?” he speaks, pausing mid-sentence in appearance to concisely formulate the correct and most coherent words. “If i just, kissed you, right here?” he questions, lazily tracing his thumb alongside your bottom lip. “Or here?” he additionally speaks, tracing alongside the hem of your jawline, once again in a rather lazily soft manner.

“You can” you unintentionally whisper, giving him permission to do so without realising your response conflicted with his question, due to your focus on the lingering sensation below your jawline.

“I can what, sweetheart? I need you to tell me what i can do” he responds, knowing damn well what exactly you want him to follow through with.

“You can kiss me, wherever you want too” you breathe, feelings of desperation soon becoming apparent.

You simply needed to feel his lips relish upon your skin, you truly needed to feel the bliss enduring sensations caused by his touch, you frankly needed to understand the taste of his lips as they danced with your own, it was well past a want at this point, it was faithfully a need.

He soon closes the unwanted gap between you both, strictly pulling you out of your maladaptive daydream by conjoining his lips within your own. The everlasting concoction of mint and cigarettes creating a buzzing effect as it elopes throughout both your lips and overall senses. His lips remain smooth, buttery almost, dancing alongside your own in a velvety consistency, furthermore inducing a large swarm of butterflies to overcome your stomach in a dizzying fashion. God, it simply felt so good. As if heaven truly was a place on earth.

“Holy shit” he resumes, detaching himself from your lips in a breathless manner. “You, are something else” he additionally speaks, still remaining in close proximity to yourself, seemingly not wanting to further the gap between you both anytime soon.

His gaze glues towards your own, noticing your both confused and worried appearance, not knowing whether or not his previous statement was a compliment or simply a negative observation. “Oh god, i mean that in a good way, not a ‘you’re fuckin’ crazy’ kinda way” he clarifies, taking note of your state of apprehension.

“Oh, okay” you shyly remark, cheeks tinted in a pale strawberry tone due to your prior activity.

Your mind remained simply too frazzled to even contemplate formulating a more articulate sentence, though the boy in-front of you seemingly remained frazzled as-well, unsure of both your current perceptions and emotions as to what just happened between you both, and if that moment will ever be shared again with the times that come.

“Look at you, all blushy n’ dazed” he awe-fully fawns, his left hand softly clashing alongside your right cheek, his thumb creating circular patterns in a soothing manner as he traces the boldy tinted surface.

“All cause of you, J” you relinquish, placing your own hand on-top of his own.

His lips fold upwards into a slight curve, a delicate smile caressing his lips. “My sweet girl” he whispers, his thumb still drawing lazy shapes along the frames of your cheekbone.

“Mhm, all yours from this moment on” you respond, leaning forward to gracefully gaze your lips upon his own. Creating another moment awfully reminiscent of a cliche romantic novel of the sorts, though you truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

[badscientist]

oc profile tag

tagged by @noblebs so im giving betsy the spotlight today!

Name: elizabeth "betsy" winters.

Nickname: betsy. she was named by her mother, after her maternal great-grandmother, whose nickname was betsy.

Kind of Being: human

Age: as of 1998 when dead meat takes place, she is 44 years old. her birthdays october 31st. (because of course it is.)

Gender: woman. uses she/her exclusively.

Appearance: she's a mixed-race Black woman with light skin and red hair, 5'11", lots of freckles all over her face and body, stocky in build.

Occupation: cook. she's a nourisher above all else. but shes got a lot of survival know-how and outdoors experience so shes also recruited to the camps for that too.

Family Members: francine winters (mother), annie winters (kid).

Pets: if you count [spoiler], then sure. at least 1.

Best Friend: dr. herbert sanderson. debatably.

Describe their room: as of dead meat, shes more or less living out of her mothers living room, and keeps a lot of her clothes upstairs in her moms closet. betsy keeps the space tidy bc her moms house, her moms rules even as an adult. but at camp, she was a little more of an organized chaos type. shed have Designated Piles of things but she knew where to find everything and the floor was clean enough.

Way of speaking: very loose and casual, and shes got a southern accent (for that matter, so does dr. sanderson- they're both from the same town in virginia).

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): she holds her head high, squares her shoulders. she does tend to slouch a bit when shes sitting though. she rubs her arms and neck a lot (nervous habit).

Items in their pocket/purse: shes always got cash, matches/lighter even though she doesnt smoke (you just never know when youll need it), and her bags usually stocked w food, flashlight, first aid supplies, change of clothes, etc.

Hobbies: while she cooks for fun, too, shes actually pretty into movies and tv watching. shed also engage in hands-on hobbies like whittling and knot-tying and woodworking if she had the chance, shes a hands-on learner and likes tactile experiences.

Favorite sports: (american) football and wrestling are entertaining to her, even if most of the latter is staged.

Abilities/Talents/Powers: physically strong. hardy. once that adrenaline starts going, shes fighting for her fucking life and shes very stubborn about it. shes also good at improvising when it comes to weaponry- if she doesnt have access to a gun, knife or her fists aren't an option, she'll find something to beat you with.

Relationships (how they are with other people): she can be stern when it comes to safety issues, but shes otherwise pretty relaxed and warm, but she has a morbid sense of humor. she can be a little awkward and easily embarrassed (compliments make her awkward, and she HATES when people go out of their way to make her feel stupid). shes a lot stiffer with her mom (theyve never gotten along particularly well), but she can still get the woman to laugh here and there.

Fears: stagnancy, being stuck in the past, feeling trapped. its part of why she felt so strongly about the ankhanum's plight in part 1; a real "theyre just like me fr" situation, and yknow what. she wasnt wrong.

Faults: her stubbornness sure can be a fault- once she gets an idea in her head about what she thinks is the Right Thing to do, she goes for it, and she wont stop til she gets it. this has resulted in a number of injuries and even death. she IS the unstoppable force.

Good points: shes knowledgeable, she knows how to have a good time, shes protective of her and hers, thinks well on her feet. as dedicated as she is to doing The Right Thing, shes merciful- she can be swayed, if you seem like youre having a change of heart.

What they want more than anything else: to live her life on her own terms, by her own rules. shes been in a lot of tough financial situations in the past that have warranted her relying on others- which is fine, but she hates it when those periods make life feel stagnant.

[cauqhtz]

GALLY X READER!TINY

DISCLAIMER: i’ll be substituting "y/n" for "tiny" if that’s something you struggle with digesting? Keep scrolling! I dont need to be harrassed bc of it. Its not that serious. (No its not a oc. It’s literally you with a nickname. Instead of typing all ridiculous (y/n/n) i gave it a different word. Thats it and thats all! Also i’ve seen other writers do this without being harrassed so please just respect me and my choices. DO NOT READ IT IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. I removed the option to request anonymously because of this. But my requests are open!

SUMMARY: Thomas and Tiny talk about Gally and rejection.

"What do you see in him?" Thomas askes sitting down beside Tiny, motioning towards Gally.

The only girl in the glade and his best-friend. She’d only joined a couple months before he did and yet for some reason she drooled all over Gally. The builders chief. Going out of her way to please the guy. Though from everything that Thomas has witnessed, he wasnt giving her the time of day. Its pathetic. Though he wasn’t in any position to be judgemental.

"Excuse me?" Tiny hums in acknowledgment her. Her attention unwavering.

"Gally, hey-" Thomas calls turning her head in his direction before continuing. "He treats you like shit and you kiss the ground he walks on. Does it not bother you? Why not move on?"

"Of course it bothers me Tommy. I have feelings just like everyone else but i dont know. I could give you a million and one excuses and it still wouldnt explain how he makes me feel. You know? Yeah rejection hurts like a motherfucker but all it takes is a smile, a kiss to my cheek or forehead, his skin on mine in general and its like the pain was never there." Tiny rambles on grinning, eyes as bright as stars as she shakes his shoulders in excitement.

Thomas nods in understanding. He understood. He didnt know when he’d fallen in love with the girl who was in love with the guy who hated his guts. It was pathetic… but he couldnt find it in him to be mad at it.

"And i mean come on. Moving on? If it were that easy. Heartbreak wouldnt hurt as bad as it does. It doesnt help that he treats me like an absolute princess. He’s such a sweetheart. You know im very peculiar with how i eat my food? It has to be a certain way or i’ll starve. It’s not like we have many options in the glade but i just cannot force myself to swallow the food if it isnt a certain way and i’d die before offending frypan. So i’d end up starving until Gally realized and started to go out of his way to plate my food for me?" Tiny sighs leaning her head against Thomas shoulder, her gaze trailing back to Gally who was rough housing with the guys.

"He built me a shack, so i’d have my privacy and be alone. God his hugs are the best. He’s always so gentle with me. I mean just look at him-"

"Alright! Alright. I get it. You’re in love with him." Thomas huffs playfully shrugging the girl off. Trying to ignore ache in his chest.

"Yup! And he’s in love with me. He just doesnt know it yet!" Tiny grins, pressing a kiss to the boys cheek after having heard Gally call out to her. "Welp my husband calls! Later Tommy!"

Tommy hums, watching Gally hand the girl a plate of assorted food, that doesnt touch with a kiss to her forehead. The two walk from Thomas’s sight.

Thomas understood the girls words. More than he liked.

[panlight]

What do you think is the cut off age for immortal children? Bc Jane and Alec are like, 12, and theyre under control, but you can argue they get some leeway bc they're Aro's favorites... I just think a vampire child that's old enough to control themselves would probably be the closest Rosalie could get to adopting a child without fear of it dying, even if they also would never grow up. Someone out there could probably write something interesting about it. Bree was 15, wasnt she? I wonder what wouldve happened if the Volturi had let her live.

I'd say that 12/13 has to be the lower limit? I can't imagine anyone getting away with an immortal child much younger than that. Sure, you can teach 10-year-olds, 8-year-olds, etc, but they are still young enough that higher reasoning doesn't always work. Most people wouldn't leave them by themselves at that age. When I was 12/13 that's when I was able to enroll in a babysitting course and people would let me watch their kids; that seems like a decent litmus test for a kid that is 'old enough' to not be an immortal child.

But there's probably some wiggle room. I'm sure there are very responsible and mature 11-year-olds out there, and 14-year-olds you wouldn't let water your plants over a weekend let alone watch your children.

Jane and Alec are right on that line, IMO. And if someone other than Aro had created them, he very well might have used "oh no, immortal children" as an excuse to go after their creator and then 'mercifully' adopted the immortal children and 'trained' them, or whatever.

Bree is 15/16 and Benjamin is also 15; I think they are the youngest vampires after Jane and Alec. I don't know that Rosalie would be satisfied adopting a child that old, though, even if it's her only option, being that she's only 18 herself. My pet theory is that after the vampire world finds out about Renesmee there might be hybrid baby boom. But without the support Bella had, the human mothers probably aren't all going to make it and some of the vampire dads have second thoughts and Rosalie might get to adopt and raise a hybrid someday.

[waarmsalad]

Not really quick note: so ive never actually 'finished' any fics so i wasnt sure how to, this is also the first one ive posted on here, id love to have any tips even from people who dont really write, constructive critisism is always welcome. I think i stuck to the theme but im not sure lol. Ive edited most of it but some parts i only skimmed through after writing them so mistakes are probably present, anyways thanks for reading and i hope that this is enjoyable and not too goofy😭

(I love your work so much @mustainegf, thank you for the opportunity!<3)

Words: 2k

Warnings: my writing, fwb but no smut, mostly fluff, making out and a mention of smoking. I dont really think theres anything else

You noticed as you looked out the vehicle's window, intricate patters of frost decorating the glass. It was the middle of winter, and by the looks of it neither you or cliff would be trying to get anywhere else after you arrived at his place.

The changes in recent weather had been drastic. It had rained the night before, but now even the air was frozen forcing previous puddles to be formed into patches of slippery ice.

You two figured that after hitting up the grocery store, which had been before the heavy snowfall, you would hang out, watch a movie, share a smoke or get into some other suggestive activity.

You were quite content in that moment but the thought that you'd spent nights awake about itched at your mind again.

A while back Cliff had suggested to add a twist to your benevolence. "I was just thinkin' cause you're always complaining that you're not getting laid-" he  pauses to smirk. "And I'd also like to have a little fun now and then." He had previously explained that if uou were up to it, a freinds with benefits situation wouldnt be so bad.

Before you answered he made sure that you knew that he only wanted to if you were up for it, and that you could call it off at any point. "Its completely up to you, just think about it." He told you.

And you did. Of course you wanted it, or rather him, but you knew most of these sort of relationships excluded feelings. Cliff hadnt thrown in the rules yet so you asked him about them, clarifying that you were still only pondering the option.

Cliff said to you that he just wanted to discuss where boundaries lied, as well as any thoughts about the arrangement. He mentioned a few other things like being honest, which was important, but he never said anything regarding avoiding any romanticism. So you agreed.

There was this little sliver of hope deep in your heart hoping that maybe he didnt forbid those kind of feelings because he reciprocated them. However you countered with yourself that he would have just asked you out if he did, since he wasnt one to play with a person's emotions.

You opened your mouth to bring up the topic in the car, but stopped yourself. The different ways you believed he would respond forced you to change your mind.

You noticed after the first few weeks of the arrangement that cliff had been acting a little bit different. A change like that had been expected in some way by you, but he just wasn't the same. And though you knew that you should talk to him about it, the tension was currently a little weighted. You didnt feel like adding to it by asking anything that you deemed momentarily 'unnecessary.'

After a couple of minutes he pulled into the driveway, parking the car on the frozen cement with caution. The heater had previously been blasting hot air into the cab of Cliff's car. That being so, once  you opened the door and stepped into the fresh air, a harsh chill immediately encased your entire body.

Cliff quickly grabbed some of the grocery bags from the back, giving you a head start getting to the front door. Once you were inside, cliff swung the door shut, placing the bags down before beginning to shed his basic winter layers.

While you took off your own jacket, he decided to tease you, he grabbed your sides, icy fingers clawing at your covered flesh. His actions caused you to shriek. He snickered at your reaction, which drew out a scoff from your lips. "Meanie" you commented quietly. Cliff only chuckled and shook his head, smiling.

Once the two of you discarded all of your snow-packed apparel, he informed you that he was gonna grab a shit ton of blankets and haul them into the living room after he put the groceries away. "We can do whatever afterward, I just wanna get you warmed up." He winked, nudging you before dissapearing into the hallway.

You smiled, even without any cozy blankets you could feel a little bit of warmth in your heart already.  Although he was only a freind, he took care of you, which you could do by yourself easily but you needed to feel loved, as your life had been all sorts of messed up.

Suddenly remembering that he was nothing more than that; a freind, you started spiraling again. You knew you needed to finally talk to him about his difference in mood toward you, except you were intimidated by all of the possible outcomes.

As soon as you started to feel a farmiliar burn in your face from holding your tears from the confusion and longing, he staggered into the living room before you. A massive pile of blankets and quilts were stacked high in his arms. He struggled to avoid dropping any, but some dispersed onto the hardwood floor.

Luckily that made you smile before you could cry. You tried to stiffle a giggle, however failing miserably. Once he stubbed his toe on the coffee table next to the couch, you knew that was the breaking point. You bursted out laughing while he hissed in pain.

Cliff pouted, dropping all the fabric onto the loveseat. He turned around and huffed. "You're kind of mean yourself there, sweetheart." He claimed, chuckling. You only beamed at him, posing as innocent.

Feeling quite generous afterwards, you assisted in gathering the blankets and stacking them on the  couch neatly. During your time spent on making the couch look nice, your mind nagged at you once again to ask him, but you ignored your own persistence.

Cliff soon heads to the kitchen to grab the snacks and junk you had picked out for the movie, insisting that you pick what to watch while he left you in the den.

Once you finished, you sat down in front of the coffee table and looked under the tv, finding his vhs tape collection. After you sifted through the different movies for a bit, Cliff brought in a large bowl of popcorn and another small bowl of candy, a couple of drinks inside since his hands were mostly full.

"So what did you pick?" He wondered out loud. You grinned and held up the shining. He groans, placing down the bowls. "How many times have we watched that in this room alone??" He teased you.

"I just really love it, theres Shelley Duvall too" you quipped back, ignoring his faux annoyance. "And to be fair, you almost begged me to pick the movie." Cliff nodded, snickering softly. You slid the tape into the vhs player, sitting back onto the couch as soon as the beginning ads start playing.

You were sitting a little ways away from cliff on the couch. He noticed and pulled you toward him, now sitting sideways. Your legs rested over the arm of the loveseat as you flipped some of the blankets onto yourself.

About half an hour into the movie you could feel a new tension build. It had started modestly, but soon it seemed to be intolerable. You turned your neck a little ways to look at cliff, whose eyes were glued onto the screen. Regardless, you could sense that he wss struggling to pay attention to the film.

You looked back, and were on the verge of speaking up when cliff opened his mouth. "I think we should call it off." He said. He couldnt see the the sudden shock that took over your face because he was still staring straight at the TV. There was no real emotion present in his voice when he told you that, which threw you off.

You knew that he was talking about the arramgement  but you wanted to be clear. Shifting in your spot, you asked him, your tone almost more bewildered than you were. "What do you mean call it off?"

"I mean I cant do this anymore." He claimed, finally looking toward you. He winced at your slight scowl. "Thats not a reason Cliff, you said that we had to be honest." He groaned at your reminder and huffed, putting a hand over his face.

He mumbled something, but you couldnt hear him cause he spoke so quietly. "What?" You asked. This time he spoke louder. "I didnt mean for it to happen!" He stated, which confused you.

"For what to happen?" you were confused, the movie continued to play in the background as you scoffed at him again.

He sighed "Im sorry" he said quietly. "What happened Cliff?" You huffed, getting a little tired of going back and a little concerned. "What did you do?"

"I love you." He says bluntly, he was unable to look you in the eye as he scrunched his face and stood up.

You sat on the couch, no words could explain how many emotions were trying to unscramble themselves in your brain, but the gears started turning so you tried. "Cliff I-" you sputtered. "Why were you apologising before?"

He raised an eyebrow and dropped his hands to his side, your sudden calmness unnerved him. "I thought that it was a basic kind of 'rule' in these kinds of...relationships" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well you never mentioned it." You told him. He thought back to when he suggested it and nodded. "I guess I didnt but I thought that you'd-" he began ro ramble again before you cut him off.

"I love you too, cliff." God, was that a great way to shut him up at first his expression was flat. Eventually he just stood and smiled like a little kid. He did nothing until you rolled your eyes and patted the couch. "Just come here, you dumbass," you chuckled and shook your head. He obliged, pulling you even closer once he sat down.

For a moment you two just looked at eachother admiringly. You had thought Cliff was at an absolute loss of words but he proved you wrong. "Can I kiss you?" He wondered out loud. You smiled and reached your hands to hold both sides of his face, bringing him forward and allowing him to reach your lips in a soft kiss.

You had kissed Cliff before, but this time it felt different. It didnt feel rushed or cloddish. It was sensual, and a little strange. You felt as if every weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. Butterflies started stirring in your stomach, which  made you feel giggly and lovesick.

Slowly, the kisses moved on to small touches, and though it had almost been a routine as well, this too felt different for you and cliff. It felt strange, but amazing both at once.

You broke away and tucked your head into the crook if his neck, littering small kisses and nips on his skin. Cliff groaned and made little sounds every once in a while, he smiled widely, basking in the moment.

Your tounge darted out and you licked over where you had nipped, smoothing over some of the purple marks you had sucked as well.

You kissed back up his jawline to his face, planting a singular kiss on his cheek before pulling away to gaze at him again. His eyes flutter open, his grin staying as it was as he sinks into the back cushions.

He holds you by the small of your back with both hands as you straddle him. Leaning forward, you hug him. "Can we just stay like this?" You asked, feeling no urgency for anything at the moment. Cliff agreed, smiling and kissing your cheek before rubbing your back, the light pressure making you sigh happily.

He held you close. It felt good, to finally be like that with him. The tension was long dissipated and he made it clear that he was only acting strange as to not scare you away with his confession.

The only occurence that disturbed your peaceful atmosphere being a playful popcorn fight, which started because of a small tiff about the movie neither of you remembered by the time it was over.

AGHHHHH idk how anybody writes anything so fast ive been working and procrastinating on working on this for probably four or five days😭

I really hope this was okay, thank youu<3

[puphyo]

hello taveon, dont know if you still take requests while you are still writing on your AU, but can I request a little SMC on the plane to a tour location (you can choose) and regression mid flight and acting like how babys/toddlers would normally act while flying and 3mix having to scold them

i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this rq i’ve had such awful writers block, it’s not fully as expanded as i would like it to be, but it’s a start of getting out of writer’s block :)

the day had started out completely fine, rounding up everyone was an easy task, even waking everyone was easy. boarding the plane was even easier, somehow, when it usually a draining task, despite how tired everyone had been, the problem only arose once they were in the air for nearly three hours.

tzuyu was the first to slip, and while she wasnt usually the youngest of the regressors, that title was nayeon’s, she definitely wasn’t the oldest, and the person she wanted to care for her, mina, was busy watching a movie, half awake, three seats behind her. this usually wouldn’t be a problem to tzuyu, she’d turn on a cartoon and hope she could relax herself, but for some reason she felt too anxious to do so. of course, the obvious option to do next was to bother the person sitting next to her. it was jeongyeon, who usually has the most patience for the little members, she hadn’t slept well, and in turn was a little bit grumpy.

tzuyu poked at jeongyeon’s side, and once that didn’t get her the attention she wanted, she decided to start rubbing her head against the older woman’s shoulder, whining a little bit. it did get her attention, jeong lifted her arm from her side and wrapped ir around tzuyu’s shoulders, but didn’t take her eyes off of the book she was reading, which, was unacceptable to tzuyu. she was small and she wanted attention now, and jeongyeon needed to provide it or else. tzuyu’s hand lifted slowly from her lap, then grabbed the top of jeongyeon’s book and (gently) pulled it out of jeong’s hand, and once jeongyeon turned incredibly fast to look at tzuyu with confusion and little bit of frustration, tzuyu giggled. she’d gotten the attention she wanted, even if it wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to do.

“tzuyu…” jeongyeon started, her voice was still sleep filled, raspy, even though she’d been awake for a few hours now, and tzuyu’s eyes began watering on instinct. tzuyu didn’t wanted to be scolded, she just wanted attention, but she couldn’t figure out how to say it, words were too hard and now she’d upset her jeongyeon. “i’m not in the mood, tzu, give me my book back.”

tzuyu nodded, a stray tear falling from one of her eyes, tzuyu was tired, upset, and now she felt bad for upsetting her jeongyeon. she handed the book back shyly, making sure she’d kept the page marked with one of her fingers, but now she was even more upset. she was small, jeongyeon didn’t seem to notice, and that upset her more than the idea that she made jeongie mad.

it wasn’t long before she was sobbing, jeongyeon rolled her eyes and marked the page of her book, when she finally got a good look at tzuyu and realized: tzuyu’s been regressed.

on another part of the plane, nayeon was in a similar situation with chae. chaeyoung was always an excitable little, and now is no exception. chae was doing her best to move around as much as possible, thankfully she wasn’t in an aisle seat so she wasn’t walking up and down the aisle like nayeon knew should would be, but that didn’t stop the bouncing, wiggling, and babbling. no matter what nayeon tried, chae was not able to sit still. movies? no. conversations? no. chae just wanted to play, she wanted to run around.

jihyo, instead of being stuck with mischievous toddlers, was instead in charge of dahyun, who, had dropped much younger than she had in a long time. she was sobbing, and jihyo had to work the girl into her side, and dahyun’s little head tucked into the crook of jihyo’s neck, still sobbing. jihyo wasn’t sure how to help dahyunnie, jihyo was usually the one being comforted, so all she could do was shush her, tell her it’ll be okay. but dahyun didn’t seem to calm even slightly.

jihyo hadn’t expected to be taking care of a little, especially not one so young, so she didn’t have anything on hand. other then her keys to the dorm, her apartment, her car and a few other miscellaneous things, which she handed to dahyunnie after a few moments of contemplation, who seemed fascinated at the sound and how her car key flipped open and closed.

needless to say, all three of them had a talking to once they were in their hotel rooms, tzuyu about just expressing what she needed, chaeyoung about finding other ways to let out her energy, and poor dahyunnie about what caused her to be so young, which ended up being the fact that everything seemed overstimulating. from arriving so early at the airport, to the turbulence, to the fact everything was so bright.

a lesson was learned that day for those six, mainly about communicating before it got out of hand, but also about how else to take care of the youngest three when regressed.

[meowzilla93]

The people need little known facts about Baxter! Just like random headcannons, like what's his favorite holiday and why, etc. etc. Basically please just tell me more about this silly little man :)

*cracks knuckles*

me? talk about my favourite love interest in OL:BA?

Thought you'd never ask :P

favourite holiday? we already know his favourite season is fall cause nostalgia, and I almost wanna think that eventually Thanksgiving is his holiday

you absolutely know why but if i must elaborate

he is just so damn thankful for being able to reconnect with people he truly cared for, and that those people didnt give up on him; if MC romanced him, all the more thankful he has someone he can trust and rely on for the rest of his life, and that he can provide that back

but it wasnt always and only after Step 4; he needs to reconnect first for this to eventuate

and you just know that he will love hosting and cooking; any excuse to learn new recipes and show off his skills

before step 4 though? i dont think he had one, and thats his parents fault

any sort of events like these he had to attend with his family and be the 'expected perfect son' which he loathed

i do believe this is canon (pls correct if wrong) but i truly do believe he did not have any friends at his private school, and actively hated going

rebel Baxter? he sure was in his own way

spare periods between classes; he wandered off grounds to a spot where he could avoid the pompous populace

talk back to teachers? you can guarantee that; just more in that incheek way where they couldnt really punish him for what he said

can see him being the type to screw around in class and just be a bit of a bother to the teachers and students, but he was an A+ student all the way

guarantee that when asked to answer questions in class, if he was in the right sort of mood, straight up makeup facts just for the lols

(his parents might have put a stop to that real quick though)

mans was a brat we know this, and it was making the OLNF friends that made him question his life and his upbringing more

this is a touch more sad, but i think early on, he didnt really understand his parents position on things like the LBGTQIA+ community and such until he saw people he cared about be treated poorly by them, or heard what they had to say behind closed doors

i think this truly broke him and is what started the rifts in his friendships as he didnt know how to approach this (he is a kid, we cant expect him to know)

but what he did know, he NEVER wanted to be like his parents, and this is when he started his plan on moving to Virginia for uni

ahem, lets get back to some light hearted sweet stuff

i recon he went full platinum white once - pure white hair (you cannot take this away from me) but the upkeep of that was more insane than just handling black

favourite flower! rose. come on. even Cove said it in Step 1: Fancy!

though if we must choose a second option, Lupine

it has that really pretty purple colour (his second favourite colour after black and white) and its symbolism is very much on par with what he truly wants from life

google that shit, and tell me im wrong

100% reads smut; Im talking like Victorian era smut (Johanna Linsday, Amanda Quick type stuff)

October is his favourite month - the world around him was covered in that beautiful auburn colour

He loves pumpkin spiced lattes (with oat milk of course)

PRESENTS! oh oh when its Christmas time, this is the hardest thing for him because he doesnt just wanna buy something random, it needs to have meaning

You wanted to go see a museum? here are some tickets

Missed this movie when it was screening? Here is the Extended Release with all the additions DVD

You have a favourite flower or plant that you can never really have cause it doesnt grow in the climate you live in? In a frame you received a pressed and dried version of it, so you can always have it with you

.....i need to stop otherwise ill just keep going

(pls dont stop asking me though, ill talk about Baxter till death and will make a million more posts)

[swordofsuns]

IM BACK BABY!!!!!

to be honest I was still on tumblr a lot of the time so it wasnt really gone. but. I now have time to present to you:

DND!

ARC 4!

CONTINUED!!!! (explosion sfx in the background) (guitar riff) (bald eagle screech) (in case you cant tell I have been waiting for this all week)

small recap for where we left off: Ira and Braxton left to get to Axum to try and kill the Flesh Baron and kidnap some of our NPC friends who got kidnapped. We all jumped into the feywild to follow them. not sure if I mentioned this but we met up with a half fey shapeshifting druid (Actaeon killed his parents on accident)(it was a whole thing), and he joined up with our party. Turns out Red's crazy ex girlfriend has gone on a slight murder spree. We met up with some old friends. we learned some lore about the immenent end of days. we accidentaly gave another one of our friends a magical mind connection with an evil appocalyptic eldritch god (oopsies). Red's magical protection amulet broke in her sleep.

(oh also for context everything that is about to go down happened in the course of a single, increadibly hectic session)

Red doesnt know her amulet is broken, only suddenly feels her conciousness pulled from the blissful dreamlessness shes had for only a month, back into the all to familiar almost-reality of dreams. this time, however, she does not find herself in a forest of black pines and snow, or in the blood and fire of her past, but instead in a very different corner of the feywild. and this time she isnt even in her own body, or even her own mind. Currently she has her mind mixed with that of Manti, as her vision doubles between her bed in the walking castle and of a slaughtered chapel, with its last resident begging for mercy. Manti, pauses, right before delivering the killing blow, as it seems the connection between the two of them goes both ways. suddenly, without a word, she turns, and gives chase.

Back in the castle, Max has realized what is happened and is quickly casting as many protections as he can around Red, eventualy managing to block out the power of a LITERAL GOD, though by then Manti has figured out where we are, and is on her way. We try to come up with a plan, and realize that despite practicaly everything Manti is interested in being in the material world, shes spent practicaly her entire time in the feywild, even though she has interdimentional portals at her fingertips. we come to the conclusion that because of her fey ancestry, she probably either straight up cant get into the material plane, or at least would be extremely weak after doing so. We also realize through a tracking spell that our other two party members have already made it through to Axum.

Our plan is pretty simple: step 1, leave the castle. step 2, remove protections on Red so Manti is able to follow us, and doesnt go after castle. step 3, make it to the portal to Axum before she does. step 4, meet up with Ira and Braxton, and if she can come through we fight her on home turf and if she cant then were all safe.

we hop out of the castle and make run as fast as we can for the portal to Axum (though it is several miles away so its more of a "hike quickly" than a run). We manage to make it to the portal in time, but right before we pass through, Manti appears out of nowhere and closes it, though in the process Ira and Braxton get swept through the portal and we all reunite.

At this point Manti barely resembles anything even vaguely human. she is approxamitely 15 feet tall, with a chitinous and segmented body, twisted features, and two twisted unnatural portaling sickles melded into her hands. She offers the party the option to give her Red, and in return they all live, but we say no and a fight breaks out. Absolute chaos breaks out as portals are opened everywhere, reality itself begining to crumble at all of the wholes in it, as well as having several extremely powerful adventurers, some of whom have literal gods as pets, effectively warping the fabric of reality like a black hole.

We manage to do some good damage, but Manti is also the vessel of a god so the fight is long and painful. Around halfway through the fight, with a single swipe from a sickle, Manti cuts Iras broom in two, sending her plummeting to her death.

Manti lets out a horrifying shriek, though whether from victory or from horror we cannot tell, and Red, uninjured, falls to the ground unconsious. Actaeon rushes to her aid, but he she is already somewhere else.

(this right here is my favorite scene in the entire campain)

Red wakes up in an all too familiar forest. the pines are black and the snow is thick underfood. this time, she finds herself in a clearing in the trees, without a cloak, and with only a rusty iron sword as a weapon. the snow in sprinkled in drops of blood, and, all around the clearing, she can sense the Leech circling around her. she cant see him, aside from the occasional insectoid leg, a glint on one of his many, many teeth, and his seven gleaming red eyes. his true form is massive, easily 100 feet long, easily encircling her and bringing his circles slowly closer and closer. and then he begins to speak. (Now listen brief side not but I dont think that I have properly communicated to you just how much Red and The Leech absolutely fucking despise eachother. their first interaction had Red threaten to kill herself just to ruin his day, and it has only gone downhill from there. basicaly any time one of them mentions the other it is followed by a series of insults and curses. its made even funnier by the fact that everybody else is great freinds with their godly patrons, while Red is continously willing to do whatever she possibly can just to spite him. but I digress). The Leech just begins absolutely ripping red to shreads (metaphoricaly), pointing out how all of her acheivments and victories were because he was rigging it to give her a confidence boost. how she claims to fight to avenge the people she lost, and yet, cannot even remember her parents faces. how in the end, every adventure she has gone on has only lead to more death. after all, she released the Lost Brother, she made a deal with Benny for her own sake, she gave Manti everything she needed to free him, She shot Kraka, she led Manti to them, and in doing so got Ira killed. how even after everything, all her supposed growth and change, the reason that every time she finds herself in the forest she appears as a child is because a scared child was all she has ever been. In fact, he offers, why not embrace it. She has always wanted power, and now, he can offer it to her. She and Manti can be his two knives, breaking this world she has always hated in two, and creating her own world, a new world all of her own. (Red cant quite tell how far away he is still, but he has certainly grown closer) Red takes a breath. She calms herself, and prepares to deliver her elequant and informed rebuttal: "FUCK YOU YOU BLOODSUCKING COWARD! IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!". The Leech snarls in anger, and simply responds "you are free to die trying", before he closes in, fully encircling her. Only 10 feet away. then 5. Hes fully encircled her now, and she has nowhere to run. She swings her sword down at his side, but it simply brakes against his chitin. she tries to punch him but only gets a few broken fingers in return. He lowers his titanic almost-face down to hers, showing her his thousands of clistening, sharp teeth, and his 7 glowing red eyes level with hers. "do you have any last words". Red doesnt respond, but reaches out in anger and panic, grabbing hold of one of his eyes. with all of her strength (and a nat 20) she tears out his largest eyeball. The Leech SCREAMS IN AGONY, and back in the fight with Manti, she suddenly collapses on the floor in pain. With the last of The Leech's power, he lunges at her, attempts to devour her very essence for daring to defile him, but, (with another nat 20)(the dice were insane that day) she survives the assault of a god through shear stubbornness and spite.

Back in the real world, the fight with Manti has taken a bit of a chaotic turn, as, right in the middle of the battle, she collapsed onto the floor, and then, suddenly, all of the transformation on her body begins to dissolve into a black ichor. Red suddenly wakes up, and finds that Manti has returned to her origional form, though her hands are still portal sickles. she considers just killing her right there, but decides that even if she doesnt forgive her for what she did she still was being manipulated by the literal god of manipulation, and was later sorta fully mind controlled, so decides to let her live.

We also remember the fact that oh right Ira died, and decide to try to kill two birds with one stone (or I suppose save 2 birds with 1 castle) by taking both of them back to the castle to try and heal Manti (she is practicaly mortaly injured now that all of her magical protections are gone) as well as trying to see if they have the ability to revive Ira, who is now been dead for too long for us to revivify. We go back to the walking castle of Cisero and King, and beg them to pretty please help us again. they agree the heal up Manti and deliver her to our little village for Diana and Brandon to take care of her.

However, they tell us that they have no way of reviving Ira, as they just aren't powerful enough for that. Thing is though, Kings old teacher, The Duke of Thorns and Fruit (I mentioned him briefly in my recap of the second arc), does have the ability to do that and is located nearby, though King warns us that he will probably just kill us on sight. In the end she sends us off with a signed note from her telling him that we are freinds and to pretty please help us and not kill us. We make it to his corner of the feywild, which is a giant thornbush maze, though the thorns sometimes grow these juicy red fruits, that kit decides to snack on as we travel, though nobody else does. Finaly, we make it to the center of the maze, where we meet the Duke himself. hes this weird regal deer man, who does try to kill us on sight, until we prove were friends of King, to which he decides that hes not going to kill us instantly, but, because one of us stole one of his fruit, he will still kill us unless we do him a favor.

Each of us must tell him our greatest regret, or we will be killed. he also promises that he will revive Ira, but that will come with its own price. Braxton goes first, and admits that his greatest regret was finding The Bear for the first time, but, instead of the words leaving his mouth, the world around us shifts, as Braxton is forced to relive finding The Bear as a child, chained up in cold iron. how he took pity on the animal and chose to free it. how his body changed and was morfed into something unfamiliar. how his parents through him out after they saw what he had become.

second is Kit, who admits that their greatest regret is stepping through the portal he found when they were a child, and relives them and their best friend finding the portal, stepping inside, and seeing it close behind them as they became trapped in a dimmention of infinite everchanging light, blinding and maddening.

Red is next, revealing her greatest regret to be that she is still alive, though everything she survives always kills everyone around her. she sees herself surrounded by every person who has ever died from her actions, or who she has been unable to save, which at this point includes her entire extended family, 2 small towns, an adventuring caravan, Kraka, Ira, a major city and a good portion of the feywild. The worst part is, she cant even remember any of their faces. she simply curls up into a ball on the floor and cries.

Actaeon goes next, hesitentaly admiting that his greatest regret is that Red had him as a father, and how he was only able to fill her head with imposible dreams and fail her in the end. he also reveals that he is getting old and is probably going to die in about a year.

Acris (that one druid who was with us that I mentioned) says that his biggest regret was leaving home to travel the world, seeing as the second he left home Actaeon immediately showed up and accidentaly murdered his parents in cold blood (im not going to explain this its a whole thing)

Val admits that his biggest regret was running away from home, but leaving his sibling behind with his parent who was doing human/demon expirementation on them.

The Duke of Thorns and Fruit accepts this as payment for trespassing and stealing, but says that in payment for him reviving Ira, one of us must give up our Happy-Ever-After. whoever does this will permanantly lose the ability to have a happy ending to their story and their life will be endless heartbreak and tragedy.

Everybody goes dead silent and refuses to accept, until Red steps foward, claiming that at this point she has nothing to lose, and shakes the Dukes hand. The image of Red living a comfortable life, in peace, with no paranoia, no threat of violence or death around every corner appears, before crumbling and being consumed by the Duke.

with that he takes a fruit and squeezes some of the juice on Ira, instantly reviving her. he opens a portal for us to Axum, and cheerfuly bids us good luck. As we all step through the portal, however, he pull Val aside and reveals to them that he knows that they're part demon, and that if they meet again he can help Val "reach his true potential".

Actaeon also tells Red that with the eye that she gouged from The Leech, she could use it as a sacrifice to the Huntsman, who would almost certainly reward her by turning her into an Ent-Jaren, or that she could use it as a powersource for her Bloodhide Cloak, which would unlock its magical potential. at this point shes extremely depresed and has given up on all of her dreams, and uses it to complete the cloak, giving her a bunch of nifty power ups and blood magic.

wow this is long. this was probably the most insane and chaotic session of the campain, but also definitely my favorite. I cant properly convey it to you but Red and The Leech have a absolutely perfect dynamic so any session that allows them to bicker with each other is always great. plus we get to give Red turbo deppression. hooray. I love hurting my characters.

to be honest I am very tired and Im not sure any of this even makes sense to anybody who is not me. I wrote this in a state of pure manic energy (really not sure what came over me) and it is all gone now.

HOLY SHIT

Oh

Red no.

Red no