#look… i got the game for christmas and i just think it’s neat…

[spac3trash]

I have a new obsession…

[lafayette-paw-arts]

More Poly Vees Headcanons (Pt 3)

(I wrote a fanfic about this already) Vox leans to his right when relaxing, so Velvette and Valentino have an intense competition to decide who gets to be on Vox's right side for the night. It starts as soon as the elevator doors open and ends when one of them enters the room Vox is in, it gets very competitive and the loser gets very salty.

The Vees collect pokemon cards, they don't play the game they just think the cards are neat.

Valentino isn't super picky and will take almost any card if he doesn't already have it

Velvette is a little more moderate and takes cards she likes the look of but that's still a lot of cards

Vox is the pickiest bastard and will only take cards he loves or are of pokemon he really likes.

Since Vox has such a small list of cards he wants if the other two pull a card he wants they tend to just give it to him.

Vox has a ratty, worn, not even soft anymore blanket that he loves with all his heart. Valentino has offered to find a replacement and Vox got so upset he refused to let Valentino onto his floor for days. Velvette wisely keeps her mouth shut about the blanket.

Velvette and Vox both have a large hoard of soft fluffy blankets, Val has a couple of good ones he really likes.

Vox has a canopy bed but doesn't have curtains on it, instead he has christmas lights wrapped around the frame that he uses to light his room instead of using the ceiling light. The other two don't understand why he hates the "demon light" (they find that name for it hilarious since they're all demons)

Velvette has a basket in her room that was given to her by the boys, and they do their best to keep it full of chocolate for her, they firmly believe that is how they stay out of trouble most of the time.

[desideriumwriter]

Anyone But You | Chapter 5 | F.W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary - Reader makes her way to the Quidditch World Cup using a map of confusing directions and a portkey, she finds out who will be at the games with her. After the games, she gets stuck in the midst of an attack, left injured and on her own.

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Category - enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, slowburn

Content Warnings - cursing, arguing, the quidditch world cup attack, depictions of torture? mentions of blood, mentions of fire, crying, injuries, trampling, mass chaos + fear, (tell me if i missed anything)

Word Count - 4.4k

A/N: not really sure what to say for this one! it's truly chaotic is the most i can say lmaoo, hopefully you enjoy it! feedback is greatly appreciated!

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You folded your pajamas in a neat stack and shoved them in your bag. 

You’d spent the past hour packing for tomorrow's events. The Quidditch World Cup games had already started, but you didn’t care all that much. 

You tend to claim you're not a huge fan of quidditch, but there has been one or two times you’ve lost your voice from screaming and cheering during a school match.

Anyways, you stood up, taking a billionth look around your bedroom, making sure there was nothing you needed laying around. 

Preparing for a single night away from home should not be this stressful.

As your eyes traveled around the room, they stopped once they saw the necklace sitting on your dresser.

The moonstone necklace the twins gave you. It sat there, untouched. It’s stayed in that exact same spot since you tossed it out of your suitcase from when you got home for summer break. It’s been like that all summer. 

Until, your mum saw it and fixed it with some simple spell. 

Even though it was fixed and in perfect condition, you still hadn’t worn it, nor touched it.

You walked up to it slowly, moving at a pace that made it seem like you were expecting the damn thing to jump and attack you somehow.

Picking it up, you wondered if you should set it along with the outfit you already had laid out for tomorrow. Or if you should shove it in your bag. Or just keep it in its previous spot.

You set it back down, turning away from it and walking to your bed. Only for you to change your mind. Turning back towards it quickly, snatching it up and shoving it into your bag.

You laid in bed, eyes unable to stay closed, and a grin on your face.

Though you knew that in the next week you’ll most likely be stuck with crowds of people in Diagon Alley, gathering school supplies. You had the same excitement as a kid on Christmas Eve, too eager to sleep.

There wasn’t much information given on what today’s plans were.  

You didn’t know how you’d get there, or if there would be anyone else going with, or how long the game would last. All you knew was that you were going to the Quidditch World Cup and staying at the campsite for one night.

And a strange list of directions. It had you take a few stops on different trolley cars to get to your spot. The last place you were dropped off was at another stop, so you decided to walk the rest of the way.

The handwriting on the paper with the directions looked familiar, it wasn't Cedric’s however, it was too messy. Maybe it was his fathers. Maybe he’d got it from a friend.

Thinking of it, the paper was never directly given to you by Cedric. Your father gave it to you when a stack of mail came in.

You let your thoughts wander around, imagining how today would go as you began to get closer to the designated spot the directions gave you. It was at “a hill with an old boot on it” according to the paper.

A tall, older man, with wired glasses, a scrubby beard and brown hair stood on top of the hill. Amos Diggory. Cedric’s dad.

As you got farther up, you could spot Cedric, laying down on the grass next to his father, using his bag as a pillow.

Both of their heads shot up and faces changed into a smile once they looked up, seeing you heading towards him.

“Y/N! Good to see you!” Mr.Diggory reached out to shake your hand.

“It’s good to see you too, Mr.Diggory.” You accepted his greeting, shaking his hand and giving him a warm smile back.

“It’s been quite awhile! How’s mum and dad? Doing well?” He asked while the boy behind him sat up. You gave a small “mhm” and nod in response. 

Cedric hopped up from his spot on the grass, giving you a tight hug, purposely ruffling up your hair once he pulled away.

“So how’s your summer been? I didn’t get many letters from you.” He jokingly gave you a dramatic pout.

“It’s been lovely. No work, no uniforms, no getting up at the crack of dawn, and no annoying twins.” You sighed happily, you didn’t catch how Cedric’s expression faltered when you mentioned the twins.

“So, shouldn’t we get going? What are we waiting on?” You tried your best to sound as patient as possible, ignoring the excitement running through your veins.

“My dad invited a work friend. We’re just waiting on him I suppose.”

“Should be any moment now!” Amos added in, smilingly nervously and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“He said that about an hour ago.” Cedric whispered to you, “Anyways, what's that?” He gestured at the paper in your hands. You gave him a blank stare, expecting him to know what it was, he was the one who sent you it, right?

“The directions?” You said hesitantly, holding the paper up. “That you sent me?” Cedric's brows knit together, tilting his head to get a straight look at what was written.

“I never sent any directions?” He copied your tone. “Plus, that is not my handwriting.” He scoffed, amused at the scribbles on the page.

“Then who-” Your thoughts were interrupted once chattering and footsteps were heard in the distance.

"Amos!" A voice shouted from a distance. The shout came from Mr. Weasley, who was grinning as he strode closer. A group followed behind him. 

All the excitement and joy in your veins was drained out once you saw who was part of that group. Those two dreadful boys. Your jaw tensed at the sight of them.

“Are you kidding me? You didn’t tell me those gits were coming along!” You hissed as you turned back towards Cedric.

“Don’t say that, y/n. The Weasleys are nice people.” Cedric scorned, you rolled your eyes. You were sick of people telling you that, of course they were nice people, they were the sweetest people you ever met, except for two of them.

“I know that! I’m not talking about the Weasley family Cedric, I'm talking about the Weasley twins!” You groaned, the bickering stopped between you two as Mr.Weasley began to speak.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," said Mr. Weasley. "He works for the

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures! And I believe you

know his son, Cedric?"

“Hi.” Cedric let out, his eyes darting around them all. Everyone greeted back, except the twins, who gave barely a nod, they looked as if they were already miserable.

“Oh, I’m sure everyone remembers Y/N!” Mr.Weasley gestured, you gave an uncomfortable smile and a small wave.

Mr.Weasley and Amos went back into their own separate conversation, as you and Cedric did into your bickering.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You kept your voice low and stern.

“I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t go! They didn’t have any idea you’d be here either, they don’t even know where we're going!” He scoffed. “Mr.Weasley and my father set this whole thing up! Can’t you push aside your hatred for one night? You won’t even be in the same tent as them, you’ll have your own bed…or you can share one with me.” He joked, giving you an exaggerated smolder.

“You wish.” You shoved him in the chest and let out a slight laugh, slowly forgetting about your bad mood.

The both of you turned your attention back to the older gentlemen. At this point, Amos was gawking at Harry’s presence, he began to unknowingly boast about Cedric and how he beat Harry at Quidditch last year.

The twins were scowling, you caught on quickly to that. It seemed as if they were still upset about losing to Hufflepuff and getting beaten by Cedric in the first Quidditch match of last year.

Cedric, obviously embarrassed, tried to explain it was due to Harry falling off his broom. His father only shrugged that off and continued to speak.

It looked like with every word Amos spoke about his son's win, the scowls on the twins' faces grew. You wanted to laugh, you wished you could laugh. You could only attempt to bite back your smirk.

You turned your attention back to Cedric. 

“They don't seem very joyous.” You mocked as you jerked your head in the twins direction.

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not personal.” The hufflepuff shrugged it off, you raised your brows at him in disbelief. “But, I would really like to get going now.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes pointed at the boot in his fathers hand.

“So, what is it?” You asked, relating to the shoe.

“It’s a boot.” Fred's voice appeared from beside you. He was standing right there, it scared you for a second. Causing you to whip your head around quickly, you were unsure how he got next to you so quickly and silently.

“Yeah I know that, dimwit.” You sneered at him, “How are we going to use a ruddy old boot to get there?”

“It’s a portkey, dimwit.” He shot back, using your insult. “I’m sure you remember learning about those.” The redhead raised his brows at you, unamused. 

“Well, I assume it’s time to get on our way!” Mr.Weasley spoke out, fortunately cutting off all the tension in the air. “Now, all you need to do is touch the portkey.” He said happily as he laid a hand onto the shoe, which was being held out by Amos.

“Glad to know you got here safely with the directions George and I wrote down for you.” He shot you a sarcastic smile as he walked up to the boot, nodding his head at the paper in your hand while passing you.

Your face went from confusion then dropped into irritation.

Everything made sense now. Of course those assholes sent you those puzzling directions.

The paper crumpled around your grasp once you tightened your hands into fists, you wadded up the parchment and shoved it in your pocket.

Once everyone was crowded around in a tight circle, a hand or finger touching the boot. Mr.Weasley stared at his watch and began to count down from three.

Suddenly, you felt your feet detach from the ground, you were flying through the air, it looked like you and everyone else was stuck in the middle of a tornado. You accidentally banged into others while being stuck in the swirl of wind.

Then, you were falling from the sky and heading towards the ground. You used your forearms as a shield for your head as you hit the rough grass.

However, Mr. Weasley, Cedric, and his father were literally walking on air. Their legs moving as if they were walking down an invisible staircase. They landed neatly onto the ground, standing, while everyone else was scattered around them.

You were just about to push yourself up before a body came flying towards you. Letting out a small yelp as you covered your head once again, feeling a weight hit your legs.

Once you removed your arms from your face, Fred was laid uncomfortably across the bottom half of your body.

His back pinning down your left leg while his head and arms were laid across your right.

“Ow! You landed on my legs!” You cried out.

“Whoops, sorry.” Fred smoothed back his hair. “They're not broken are they?” He smiled. You moved around your legs, they were sore, not broken.

“No.” You muttered as you waited for him to fully get off your limb and stand up. “Get off!”

“Right.” pushed himself up and dusted his clothes off from any grass.

 “M’lady,” He jokingly bowed and reached out a hand to you, waiting for you to grab it so he could help you up. You ignored his gesture, picking up your bag while getting up without his help, rolling your eyes and shoving past him.

“Everyone up! We still have some walking to do before we get to the campsite!” Mr Diggory called out, everyone else began to pick themselves and their belongings up as they muttered and sighed under their breaths.

Thank Merlin you had your own room in this tent. You would’ve gone mad if you weren’t able to get some amount of isolation to cool down. It was shocking how easily the smallest interaction with Fred could ruin your mood.

You had about an hour before you had to get going. That’d be more than enough time for your irritation to go away.

“I’ve got great news!” Cedric jokingly sang as he pushed open the flaps of the tent leading into your space, making his dramatic entrance.

“What now?” You sat up amused. You assumed from his sarcastic tone that maybe the match had been postponed to a later time or you’d somehow got moved to shitter seats.

“Mr.Weasley invited us to go over to his tent tonight, after the game ends.” He let out quickly, knowing that you are not going to be pleased.

“What?” Your expression dropped. “That means- no! I’m not gonna be stuck in a tent with Fred and George!” You exclaimed, you’d already had your interaction with one of them today, now you would not be dealing with both.

“Well, my dad already agreed. So…” He trailed off. You groaned and fell back on the bed, you were too tired to argue.

“Fine, whatever. Just let me have a moment to myself, please.” You ran your hands down your face.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, take this also!” He threw a red and black scarf at you, “We’ve got to sport some pride, right?” He shrugged before disappearing behind the flaps of the tent.

Merlin knows how many stairs you had to climb to get up there, your legs began to hurt once you made it to your seats.

Cedric and you were the first to make it to your spot. The seats that were set at the highest point of the stadium. The Weasley party was not far behind you.

As Fred walked up, you let out a small laugh of disbelief due to his appearance. He had a large three-leafed clover painted on his face, a white and green scarf hung around his neck, and wore a cartoonishly large white and green top hat. 

While George only had stripes of white and green painted on his cheeks and Ginny wore a large Leprechaun hat.

Fred had truly outdone the others and himself.

Cedric noticed the laugh you let out and was not going to let you get away with that.

“Are you smiling at him?” Cedric looked at you with disbelief, but he sounded excited that you were smiling, almost like he was waiting for this to happen.

“I’m laughing at him.” You corrected him. “And it’s only because he looks like an idiot.” The small smile was still on your face. Cedric's eyes analyzed your expression.

“Sure.” He narrowed his eyes at you. You ignored him, looking around the large stadium.

A tall figure slid up next to you, and it sure as hell wasn’t Cedric.

"Aw, did you miss me?" Fred cooed, tilting his head.  

"Absolutely not." You spat out the last word, your smile dissolving and a grimace taking over your face instead.

Just before you could get another snarky response out, a string of players flew past your head. The strong wind from their brooms nearly made Fred’s hat fly off.

The stadium roared and boomed with cheers from excited fans as more players from the teams flew out. You felt like your eardrums would burst with how loud the twins were.

They only got louder once Viktor Krum flew out.

“Who’s that?” Ginny shouted to her brothers.

“That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!” George exclaimed as he pointed at the Bulgarian wizard excitedly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for Ireland?” You narrowed your eyes at him and scoffed.

“Yeah, but who doesn’t love Krum!” Fred and George said in unison, George went back to screaming and cheering as players flew past on their brooms. Fred’s eyes averted to your neck, you noticed.

Do not let them ruin your night. Do not let them ruin your night. Do not let them ruin your-

“You know what I haven’t seen in a while, George?” Fred nudged his twin, getting him to look back over. “That necklace we made for her.” A smirk took over both of their faces as George decided to join in.

“Yeah, what happened to that? I reckon you wore it for a bit, then one day it just vanished.” George added in, peeking over Fred’s shoulder.

“I got rid of it. Could you two just watch the bloody game?” You turned your attention to the stadium, not wanting to be reminded of that embarrassing day in the library, the day you stopped wearing the stupid piece of jewelry they’d given you.

Not long after, Cedric returned, and this time, he stood between you and those red-headed boys. Freeing you from being pestered any more.

Despite the final game lasting over two hours, it went by fast. 

And despite being near the twins, you had a good time overall. 

The twins nearly fell out of their seats when Ireland won. They were screaming joyfully at each other. It was something about money and winning a bet. You could barely hear them over the rest of the stadium.

You secretly giggled as they jumped up and down like little girls.

Your time at the Weasleys tent wasn’t as bad as you expected. You talked with Hermione and Ginny some, while Ron preached about Krum to the entire tent. 

“There's no one like Krum!” Ron shouted as he stood up on the small ottoman next to a chair. 

“Krum? Dumb Krum?” Both Fred and George began to repeat this nickname to Ron, acting as if they weren’t cheering for him in the stands.

“He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!” He went on, sounding as if he was performing slam poetry.

“Dumb Krum!” The twins chanted as they ran around him, flapping their arms, mimicking the look that baby birds have when learning how to fly. Fred took the flag he had draped around him and threw it over Ron’s head.

“He's more than an athlete! He's an artist!” Ron cried out as he took the flag off.

“I think you're in love, Ron.” Ginny giggled, Ron only let out a muttered “Shut up.” in response.

“Viktor, I love you!” George began to sing loudly as he grabbed onto Ron’s hand, Fred grabbed onto his other.

“Oh Viktor, I do!” Fred sang mockingly while getting down on one knee. This led to Harry choosing to sing along.

“When we're apart my heart beats only for you!” The three sang to a frowning Ron, who was still standing on the ottoman, shoulders slouched.

Screams and blasts coming from outside interrupted their singing. 

“Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.” Fred said amusedly as he stood up, not bothering to get a full look outside at what was happening.

He grabbed a cushion and was preparing to join in on a fight between Ron and George when his father came rushing in.

“Stop!” Mr.Weasley shouted at them, getting the attention of everyone in the tent.

“It’s not the Irish.” His voice was stern and there was panic filling up in his face. “We’ve got to get out of here. Now.” His tone of voice didn’t make it sound like a suggestion, everyone began to run out the tent.

Outside was pure chaos. 

Terror. 

Tents were crushed and lit on fire. People were running into the woods, screaming, apparating, trying to get away from something.

You stood frozen in fear at the sight not far from you. 

A group of hooded, masked wizards had their wands pointed upright, above them was a group of four floating in the air. Their figures being contorted and twisted into disturbing shapes. Something you’d see out of a horror movie.

“We’re going to help the Ministry.” Mr.Weasley's voice got your attention, he was standing next to Cedric’s father. “You lot, get back to the portkey and stick together!” He ordered as he took out his wand. Automatically you began to move towards Cedric.

“Fred and George, Ginny is your responsibility!” Mr.Weasley shouted before running off. Fred grabbed onto Ginny's hand and started heading towards the forest with George. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione grouped together and ran off with them.

“Here, I think I know a separate path!” Cedric shouted as grabbed onto your arm.

“You think? Or you know?” You questioned him, your feet stuck in place.

“Can you not do- Would you just trust me?” He bellowed out before he began to run, his hand still gripped around your arm, pulling you with him.

You ran for what felt like ages, constantly bumping into people and dodging fallen over remains of tents and trees.

You could see the forest in the distance when you heard a blast right next to you.

Suddenly, you were being knocked over by strong, hot, wind. It was strong enough to where Cedric lost his grip on your forearm. You hit the ground and your head hit something too.

Cedric tried to turn and run back to you, it seemed impossible due to the crowds pushing him, he could move with the crowd and not against, leaving you there. 

You brought your hand to the side of your head, feeling a warm liquid smudge onto your fingers and you put your hand in front of your eyes, blood.

You weren’t able to process the fact that your head had just been busted open for long once more crowds of people began to run through, many accidentally kicking or stepping on you while rushing to get out.

All you could do was just lay there, groaning and trying to stay conscious as you were repeatedly hit. Your weakened limbs weren’t much help when trying to pick yourself up.

Even if you could get up, you wouldn’t know where to go. Cedric was out of sight and people were running in different directions.

You don’t remember how long you were stuck on the ground for. Maybe it was only a minute, maybe five, maybe ten. Who knows. It felt like forever. 

Only remembering the horrible feeling of hundreds of scared and panicked feet running over you, on you, or accidentally kicking you, few people tripping over you, only to get back up and continue running. The wet tears sliding down the side of your face and the taste of metallic in your mouth, the smell of sweat and smoke filling your lungs.

You could see the dirt footprints from peoples shoes all over your legs, stomach, everywhere, some blood too. 

You couldn’t tell if it was others or your own.

You started to lose all hope of someone helping, you chose to close your eyes and depressedly wish your body would go numb or that you would fall unconscious so you wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore.

“Hey! Help me get her up!” A voice shouted as you felt someone lift you up by the underneath of your armpits. You were being dragged away from your spot on the ground and through the fiery campsite, you couldn’t even hold up the weight of your own head.

Eventually you heard the same voice mutter the words  “Fuck it.” and you were no longer being dragged, you were being picked up and held bridal style. You were able to use enough of the little strength you had left to get a good look at who was holding you. 

You lifted up your head and saw the last person you’d expect to see.

“Fred?” You mumbled, your eyes squinted and your head dizzy.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re gonna get you help.” Fred said as he ran, his breathing heavy and panicked. 

The orange flames all around lit up his face, you scanned it with your eyes, taking in the details.

Has he always had so many freckles?

Has his hair always looked so soft?

Have his eyelashes always been so long?

It must've been the fumes of the smoke getting to you, causing these thoughts.

Fred would occasionally look down at you while running, making sure you were still conscious. You saw the look on his face, the look of shock, of worry, of panic, of fear.

Your eyesight began to get blurry, it was getting more and more difficult to keep your eyes open and your head up. Your body gave in, your head fell back, you went limp. Fred was cursing to himself.

“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.” He uttered, breathing heavily as he caught up to his family.

You had small moments of consciousness, constantly fading in and out. It was a struggle to keep your eyes from going blurry, you were only able to get a clear look of the night sky, trees above you, and occasionally Fred's face. 

You remembered bits and pieces of conversation between the group once he had reached the rest of them.

“Where were- oh Merlin, what happened?” A similar voice to Fred’s called out, most likely George.

“She must’ve tripped or got knocked over, people were trampling her.”

“Fred, is that your blood?” Ginny pointed out, she noticed the fresh stains of blood covering the sleeve of his cardigan.

“No. It’s hers. Possibly. I think she hit her head somehow, she’s injured somewhere.”

Large running footsteps were heard coming towards you. 

“Dad!” You heard Ginny call out.

“Are you all- oh dear, is she-“ It was an older man's voice, most likely Mr.Weasley. You cut off his question with a groan of agony.

“Well, that shows she’s alive.” George quipped in with some poorly timed humor.

“Wait, where have Ron and Harry and Hermione gone?” Mr.Weasley stressed.

One of the loudest explosions shook the ground, you felt the vibration as your arms and legs dangled around when Fred ducked down.

“We’ll search for them, get the girls to the portkey, go!” Arthur commanded, Fred shook his head frantically, you felt him begin to run, stress filling his face.

“Don’t get her hurt anymore than she already is!” Arthur called out from a distance.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. You’d lost consciousness for the last time.

Fred kept his eyes on you the entire time you were both flying and falling through the portkey, focused only on you, he used his body as a shield when you both hit the ground, hoping neither of your bones broke.

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Fluff, Earth and Sky, plus Scott getting a nap. A.K.A Virgil gets Scott a weighted blanket.

EDIT!!! I used one of the Fluffember 2023 prompts in here but completely forgot to tag or mention that. Prompt is "Say: "Thank you for...""

A little inspired by the fic in where Virgil gets a weighted blanket (https://archiveofourown.org/works/23042224 Insomnia by chidoriXblossom), mine written because I think Scott would like one too. And we all know he needs more sleep. Plus soft furnishings!Scott!!!

Also- "This will be only like 500 words max," my muse lied.

So, another fic! Mostly was written on the bus on my phone, while wandering around the kitchen looking for something to eat yesterday, and on notes on my laptop when the Aussie internet and phone service met its untimely demise today.

@idontknowreallywhy With the last 2 paragraphs and hopefully less typos!! Hope you're feeling better too. SOFT FURNISHINGS!SCOTT!

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“Got you a present,” Virgil said, holding out a package wrapped in shiny blue paper. 

Scott took it without hesitation, utterly unprepared, because this was Virgil, not Gordon or Alan or any other trouble makers.

He staggered at the sudden, unexpected weight.  Scott kept fit for international rescue and lifted more than this on any given day, but dropped into his hands where Virgil made it look like nothing. Well, he nearly dropped it. 

Just as Virgil lunged to snatch it back from the bounds gravity, Scott  got a firmer grip on the package and hefted it up. 

Virgil stepped back, grinning, nearly as excited as the day they sent Two to space. “Open it, Scotty!”

Scott dutifully sat down on the couch with the package in his lap, slipping his fingers beneath the tape. 

“But why, why today?” Scott asked. 

It wasn’t Christmas. He determined it was not his birthday after quickly counting out what month was it anyway because he’d lost track with how busy he’d been lately. He wasn’t forgetting something else was he? Some important event that wasn’t in his calendar? Oh damn, was he supposed to have gotten his brothers presents too?

Virgil sat down by his side. 

“You’re alright Scott, no occasion. Present’s just because.” Virgil smiled. 

Scott bumped his shoulder against Virgil’s in a wordless act of affection. 

Then he turned to the shiny present he held, excitement bubbling up. 

What could it be? 

The package was soft, moving about fluidly within the paper, which would usually bring to mind something along the lines of an item of clothing. But whatever it was was far too heavy for that. Even allowing for thick denim or mission suit material, but Virgil wouldn’t wrap up a routine update, and that sort of engineering generally came under Brains’ department. 

With the strange slithery, many grains of sand running over each other noise it made whenever it shifted, at this point Scott would expect a prank, even from Virgil. 

Except that Virgil was right next to him, just as genuinely happy to be seeing him open the present as Scott was to receive it. Plus his brother was a frankly awful liar and trying to cover for it by, say, hiding his face in his hands while suspiciously giggling behind them had never worked once, for the record. 

So Scott shook the package vigorously, when Virgil didn’t stop him assuming it was non breakable, then gave up on the whole guessing game to get to the real deal. 

He tore the paper off with a grin, foregoing attempts to be neat about it because he just wanted to see what it was. 

Copious amounts of blue fabric poured into his lap. Heavy, weighted fabric, trying to slither to the floor as he grabbed at it and pulled it up. 

The thing was soft too, fluffy on one side and more fuzzy on the other, Scott discovered as he ran his hands over it. 

A quilted blanket of some kind, a big one too. Scott hefted it and spread it across himself and Virgil to lay it out so he could see it. 

It was— oh, “A weighted blanket?” he asked Virgil. 

Virgil nodded, smiling widely, “I thought you’d like one of your own, since you seem to like mine so much.”

That was true. Even on the last movie night when Virgil had brought out his own green, wonderfully soft monstrosity of a blanket that practically required an exosuit to lift, Scott had ended up sharing it with him. 

He never would have bought one for himself, he didn’t need it, but Virgil has seen and he had gotten him one. 

Scott threw his arms around his brother and whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you for— for everything,” into Virgil’s flannel. 

Virgil hugged him tight. “Glad you’re happy, Scooter.” 

Scott swallowed. “Yeah. I am.”

He stayed in the hug, letting himself lean on Virgil.

Eventually he pulled away, bumping his forehead with Virgil’s briefly in another thanks, before flopping backwards onto the sofa. 

He dragged the blanket over his body, snuggling down beneath it, to try it out properly. 

Virgil tugged the edges out straight, patting Scott on the leg where he’d slung them over Virgil’s lap to fit onto the couch. 

“‘M not moving ever again,” Scott mumbled. 

The blanket’s weight pressed down on him comfortingly, like the soothing pressure of a tight hug. The fabric was soft, fluffy and warm, but not too hot for their tropical island. It covered his feet even when he pulled it right up to his chin. 

Scott was in heaven. 

When he shut his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation sink in, Virgil snickered. “G’night, Scotty.”

Scott opened one eye to glare, then the other. He was not going to sleep. He was just getting comfortable, that was all.

He reluctantly removed one arm from beneath the blanket, wriggling his fingers towards Virgil. He could still work if Virgil would just pass him his tablet. 

Heaving a put upon sigh, Virgil reached for the side table and gave Scott his tablet, picking up his own sketch book. 

Scott opened his emails, hiding a smile. The blue eyes act still worked on his brother, evidently. 

Something, something, board meeting. Something, something, product development. He flicked a couple marked urgent open which weren’t even particularly important and shouldn’t have been flagged for him. He forwarded them on to be delegated to the correct people. 

Learning that he didn’t have to do absolutely everything had been a long process, and he was getting better at it. 

Scott continued through his bottomless inbox, so warm and comfortable he wasn’t even particularly annoyed with the uptight business people he had to deal with. Or at least he was minorly irritated as opposed to resisting the urge to throw his tablet across the room. He ran his free hand across the soft material, wound in the fluffy fabric while his other held his tablet. 

The blanket was working wonders. Quiet scratchings of pencil on real paper from Virgil did aid his calm somewhat too. But the weighted blanket was definitely going down in his favourite items of soft furnishings. Trust Virgil to have gotten it for him and gifted it just because. 

Scott’s blinks got slower and slower, and maybe he’d just rest his eyes for a moment, snuggled up on the couch with his brother and his new weighted blanket. 

Virgil looked up from his sketchbook at his brother. The permanently stressed crinkles between Scott’s brows were smoothed out, his face lax, his whole body a loose jumble of limbs instead of a wound up ball of tension. His arm arced gracelessly off the edge of the couch, tablet fallen on the floor beside it. His other hand was still gripping the blue blanket, hanging onto it even in his sleep. 

Because Scott was asleep. In the middle of the day, finally catching up on countless missed hours, even in the open lounge room, fast asleep with no signs of nightmares. 

A line of pencil on thick drawing paper, and Virgil begun to sketch Scott’s sleeping form, seeking to capture such a rare moment. He had no where to be, a mug of coffee beside him, and art supplies at hand so he was content. Plus he had his big brother close, legs still in Virgil’s lap, and no way he was moving to risk disturbing Scott, even if he wanted to, which he certainly didn’t.

Virgil smiled down at Scott, infinitely glad his present of a blue weighted blanket was comforting his brother and letting Scott get some much needed and well earned rest. 

[greenlegsandspam]

The Mistletoe Scheme

Jungsu x reader

Warnings: a kiss, a tiny bit of jealousy, fluff

Word count: 2.4 k

Author's note: This is my first fic, so I'm sorry if it's not very good! I just think my boys (Xdinary Heroes) deserve more love on this platform so I'd like to start writing about them.

“Would it be weird to hang a mistletoe?” Your roommate, Chaewon, asks you. 

You’re setting up your shared apartment for a Christmas party you’re hosting later this evening. It became the norm for you two to host holiday events for your group of friends since your apartment is the largest and parties don’t disturb your neighbors. It’s also a way for you to feel a bit less homesick; your family back home too far away from you to spend time with you during the holidays. It’s not like you don’t want to make the trip, but your family is adamant you only spend the money to see them once a year, and that always falls on your father’s birthday. 

You’re currently laying out a Christmas themed charcuterie board you made that you stole from Pinterest. “I don’t think so,” you reply, lining the cheese up in a neat little line, “It’s not like anyone will actually pay attention to it unless Gunil is points it out, because you know he will.”

“Hey, you leave my boyfriend alone!”

You also invited more than just your friend group this year; some of your coworkers are joining for the festivities. Because of this, you also split up Secret Santa, so those who don’t know each other won’t have to get gifts for people they don’t know. 

For your friends, you pulled Hyeongjun out of the hat, and got him a very cozy looking sweater that you know he’ll love. For your coworkers, you pulled Felix, and you got him a new game for his console.

Chaewon hangs the mistletoe right above the entryway to the kitchen, figuring that was as good of a place as any, “I’ll try to steer Jungsu over here for you so you can finally confess,” she winks and you roll your eyes.

You have been friends with the six boys for years now, but recently you’ve developed a bit of a crush on the stronger of the bunch. Even though you’ve known each other for years, the revelation hit you like a truck a few months ago; you like Jungsu.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Chae, he wouldn’t want to kiss me anyway.”

Your roommate jumps down from the stool and it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “Oh please, the boy looks at you like he’d give you the universe.”

“You’re delusional.”

“And you’re oblivious!”

You’ve had this argument a few times, never believing your friend when she tells you that Jungsu likes you back. Why would he? He’s the sweetest, most caring person you’ve ever met, it’s only fitting that you’d develop feelings for him.

Which is exactly why you don’t believe her. If he’s liked you for as long as she says, why haven’t you noticed?

You look at your watch and back at your friend, “Come on, people will start arriving soon and we haven’t even put on our sweaters yet.”

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Two hours later, the party is in full swing, all of your guests mingling around, your coworkers and friends getting along very well just as you’d predicted. The Christmas tree lined with dozens of presents under its’ branches waiting to be opened. You’ve been bouncing around to everyone, trying to make sure you’re a welcoming host. 

You’ve glanced over at Jungsu more times than you’d like to admit. He’s been talking to Jiseok for awhile, animatedly telling a story you can’t hear. 

You try not to stare, trying to focus on the conversation with Yunjin, but his bright smile and his blinking excitement is too hard to tear your eyes away from. You shake your head, taking a sip of eggnog to refocus yourself.

Little did you know that Jungsu has been having the same difficulties as you.

Chaewon was completely right; he may have never stated it outwardly but Jungsu has been harboring a crush on you for a very long time. Not exactly since the start of your friend group forming, but pretty close. He admires the way you make time for everyone, making sure not to give half-hearted greetings and to give exceptional attention to everyone you speak with.

All of your friends are aware of his crush; it’s kind of hard not to notice his lovestruck eyes every time he sees you. The only person who’s blissfully unaware is the person of his affection; yourself. 

He sees you moving toward the snack table and quickly decides to join you, not having spoken to you yet.

You’ve decided you needed another glass of eggnog, wondering if you should’ve just spiked the bowl instead of leaving it nonalcoholic. Then maybe you could have the courage to confess just like Chaewon was trying to get you to.

“Is there something wrong with the eggnog?” You hear next to you, and repress the shiver you feel from the familiar voice.

You look over at Jungsu, confused, “What?”

He gives you a soft smile in return, gesturing toward the bowl, “You’ve just been staring at it for awhile.”

Your face starts to heat up, realizing you’ve been daydreaming about the confession you’ll never make, “Oh, uh I guess I was just lost in my head for a moment,” you return his shy smile, refilling your glass as you originally intended. 

Even though your massive crush on him should make it hard to talk to him, it’s always been smooth conversation between the two of you. You guys talk for awhile next to the snack table, both forgetting about the party around them for a moment. Gunil and Chaewon exchange knowing glances at each other, observing how completely engrossed you both are in your conversation. Gunil takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of you two, adding it to his photo album, “Two idiots in love”.

Chaewon chuckled at her boyfriend, “You know, one day they’re going to discover that little album of yours and go ballistic.”

Gunil shrugged with a smirk and Chaewon clapped her hands, announcing to the group, “Alright everyone! Time for Secret Santa. Y/n and I will hand out everyone’s gifts and we’ll open each one one by one.”

You smile at Jungsu, saddened that your conversation is ended so soon (even though it was really at least half an hour long), and go over to the tree with Chaewon, handing out the gifts. You and Chaewon decided not to put your names in the coworker pot so you two don’t get double the gifts, just to make it fair for everyone. Everyone gathers in the living room, and you both hand everyone their gifts before everyone settles down to start.

Chan got a loverboy hat from Kim Seungmin, Chaewon got Yunjin a new eyeshadow palette, and the gifts go on. Hyeongjun smiled brightly at his gift from you and you beamed, him easily guessing the gift was from you because of it. 

Felix excitedly told everyone how badly he wanted the game you got him since it released, and he guessed it was from Chan but when he found out it was you, he ran and jumped on you, giving you a big bear hug that you couldn’t help but laugh at. 

Jungsu silently stewed over the interaction. He knew you were close to your coworkers, but he didn’t think you were that close. He watched as Felix talked your ear off about the lore of the game, staying too close next to you for Jungsu’s comfort. 

Jiseok was next to his friend, watching him get jealous over the interaction between you and Felix. Jiseok smirked and nudged his shoulder, “You know,” he whispered, “If you just confessed, that could be you over there.”

Jungsu shoved his friend, tipping him over while Jiseok just laughs, knowing that he hit a bit of a nerve. Jungsu fiddled with the scarf he got from Kazuha, not wanting to watch you two any longer. 

“Y/n, it’s your turn,” You look up, noticing Oh Seungmin already opened his gift to your left. You smile at the gift in your lap, a small box wrapped with a bow. You take off the bow and rip off the wrapping paper, and take off the lid of the box. A small gasp leaves your lips, and you gently reach into the box. In it, a beautiful silver locket, the pendant shaped like a small vintage portrait broach. You open a locket to see small photos of your family on the inside. 

Your eyes start to water, missing your family but also feeling so loved from the gift in your hands. You look up, trying to find the eyes of whoever gave you the gift, but nobody seems to want to fess up. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly to no one, eyes back on the locket, tracing the edges with your fingertips. The rest of the party moves on to the next person, Eunchae, opening her gift, but you keep your focus on the locket. 

The rest of Secret Santa goes well, and you continue the party afterwards. You sit on your bay window cushion, with Felix next to you talking about his holiday plans, while you still stare at your locket. Whoever gave the necklace to you really knew you well, the face of the necklace being something you’ve always admired. Having pictures of your family as well, someone must’ve consulted Chaewon to get those. Maybe you should ask her about it.

Felix looks at you quizzically, noticing how you haven’t been as interactive during your conversation, “Y/n?”

You look up at him, guilt running across your features, “Oh, Felix I’m sorry, I haven’t been the greatest listener, huh?”

He just laughs at you, patting you on the shoulder, “You do seem a bit distracted. You know, I bet you’re hoping a certain someone gave you the necklace,” he whispers, wiggling his eyebrows.

You blush, looking back at the locket. Felix knows all about your crush on Jungsu, even though he just met the man tonight, he’s heard the name ‘Jungsu’ come from your lips more times than he can count. Even before you realized your crush. 

Jungsu sees you blushing with Felix and a frown adorns his face. He wants to be the reason you’re blushing right now, but he can’t work up the nerve to do anything about it. Oh Seungmin, Jiseok and Gunil are all around him, just telling him to go talk to you. He only finally does after seeing Felix touch your shoulder again, taking long strides over to you. 

Jungsu clears his throat, and you and Felix snap your heads toward him, “Um, do you mind if I talk to Y/n for a minute?”

You look at Felix and he gives you a wink, standing up, “No problem man, I’ll go get some cookies,” and Felix heads off. 

Jungsu takes his place, a bit of an awkward air around the two of you as you fiddle with the necklace in your hands. You both stay quiet for a beat, before Jungsu clears his throat again, “Do you like it?”

He gestures toward the necklace and you smile, nodding at him, “Very much so.”

He lets out a breath of air, like he was holding it in, “Good, good, it was hard to find.”

Your eyes go wide and you realize that Jungsu was your secret Santa, “You got this for me?”

He nods his head shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. Your face heats up a bit, your smile widening, “I love it, really I do.”

Jungsu gently takes the necklace from your hands, lifting it up, “May I?” he asks, offering to put it on you. You nod again, turning around for him to put it on you easier. His fingers brush against your neck as he brings it around, clasping it at the back. If you weren’t already blushing before, you definitely were now. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, turning back around towards the man next to you. You two lock eyes, blushes on both of your faces and you don’t tear your eyes away from each other for a minute. That is, until you hear Gunil shout your name, and when you look at him, he’s pointing above you. 

You and Jungsu both look up, a mistletoe directly above the two of you. When the hell did that get there? Your eyes shoot lasers in Chaewon’s direction, and she puts her hands up in surrender, “Hey, did you really expect me to only hang one?”

Your eyes find Jungsu’s again, and you notice a bright red on his ears.

“I’m gonna kill her,” You mumble, and Jungsu awkwardly giggles at your tone. 

“C’mon, kiss!” Gunil shouts, causing everyone around to laugh.

“We don’t have to,” you whisper, not wanting Jungsu to feel pressured into anything he doesn’t want to do. 

Jungs licks his lips, his eyes looking anywhere but at you, “I mean, it’s not how I pictured our first kiss going… but I’m not opposed.”

“Pictured…? You’ve thought of kissing me before?” You’re not sure what to do, but you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

His cheeks get brighter, and he finally looks at you, “Ah, yeah… Sorry. I’ve kind of had a crush on you for a while…”

Before your brain can even react, you reach toward his face and pull him toward you, lips meeting for the first time in a passionate kiss. Cheers erupt around you, even someone shouting “Finally!” But all you can focus on is the soft lips on yours.

You break apart, too quickly for your liking, and you give a wide smile, “I’ve kind of had a crush on you for awhile too.”

There’s nothing more beautiful than the smile on Jungsu’s face, and you both laugh, a mix of disbelief at your mutual oblivion and embarrassment from the publicity of your first kiss. Your hands find each others, both giddy your feelings are returned. 

“Isn’t this where you’re supposed to ask me on a date now?” you ask mischeviously.

Jungsu laughs some more, “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” He asks you, that beautiful smile seemingly permanently fixed on his face. 

You kiss his cheek, matching his smile with your own, “I though you’d never ask.”

Gunil and Chaewon give each other a high five, happy that their little mistletoe scheme actually worked. Unbeknownst to you, Chaewon has a pocket full of mistletoes, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to arise, and boy did it. Gunil reaches for his phone to take another picture of you two, only to discover it’s not in his pocket. He finds out really quickly where it is, however, as he hears Jungsu shout, “Gunil, I’m going to kill you!”

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I hope it was okay enough to read for the holidays!

If anyone wants to know what the necklace would look like, I was inspired by this. Thank you for reading!

[illfoandillfie]

hey! tysm for the student smut blurb thing I requested a few months ago (I’m the one obsessed with curtains lol), it was amazing!

so I was thinking that roger would have been the type to buy the hitachi magic wand (like I can just picture him hearing about it, especially with going to Japan so much, and buying it to try out with his girlfriend) so could you maybe pretty please write something like that? like he hears about it on a trip to Japan and brings it home to try with reader (and maybe orgasm torture her a bit lol)? maybe it’s a Halloween or Christmas gift if you want to make it holiday-themed (or could just be a random gift, I don’t mind).

no worries if not ofc!

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 17

Oooo this is a fun one! Thanks for the request!

Warnings: sex toys - hitachi, little bit of overstim, kinda christmas related, mostly dom!rog but also a little bit switchy.

“You busy love?” Roger called out as he neared the living room.  You looked at the plate of crackers and cheese you’d just settled down with, intending to enjoy a trashy magazine with your afternoon snack, “Uhh, no, what is it?”   He was grinning as he walked towards the couch, before thrusting a present towards you, “Merry Christmas.”  “Oh!” More than a little surprised, you took the long rectangular git from him. The wrapping was a little messy and you could see a small area he’d patched up with a square of excess paper, though he'd tried to cover some of it with a bow.   “I know it’s a bit early,” he added, but I want you to have it now.  “Why? It’s not alive is it?”  “It’s not alive,” Roger laughed, “Just something I picked up for you while I was in Japan.”  You hummed as you gave the box a light shake, listening for any noise that might give away what it was. “But you’ve already given me a Japanese souvenir. I love my little lucky cat.”  “I know, but this is something else. Just open it love.”  “You’re very keen for me to open this box.”  “Well I thought you’d probably want to use it once you saw it.”  “And I couldn’t use it on Christmas Day?”  “Not until after our guests leave.”  You gave it another rattle, “Okay so not alive. Something I’ll want to use but not around others?”  “This would go quicker if you just ripped off the wrapping.”  “Is it that I can’t use it in front of others or I wouldn’t want to?”  “Well you can use it round me whenever you want but I imagine if you pulled it out on Christmas our families would be quite uncomfortable.”  “Oh so it’s dirty then.”  Roger answered with a cheeky grin.  That got you more excited and ready to move on from your teasing guessing game. Eagerly you tugged at the ribbon and then wrapping paper, making no effort to be neat. Fingers twitching with excitement, you worked the lid of the box off and.....didn’t know what you were looking at.   “It’s a massage wand,” Roger said, seeing your confusion, “like a vibrator thing.”  “I already have a vibrator.”  “Yeah but this one’s more powerful. It’ll get you off really really well.”  “Oh, okay.” you tried to sound enthusiastic when you were mostly just confused. The vibrators you were accustomed to were small, perfect for targeting a specific point, even of being worked into you. This thing seemed too large to be able to properly stimulate, not to mention big enough that it might as well have been a flashing neon sign outside your house that said WANKING.  “I thought you’d be more excited,” Roger said, his own enthusiasm faded.  “Sorry honey,” you cooed, swooping in to give him a small kiss, “I’m sure I’ll love it when I try it out. I just don’t quite see why I’d need another vibrator when I already have a good one.” You reached into the box to pull it out and found the power cord, “One I don’t need to plug into a wall to use.”  “That’s just cause you haven’t seen it on, you haven’t felt it yet.”  “And you have?” Your eyebrow was raised again.  “Just in the shop. And they were advertising it as a way to massage sore back muscles and stuff so it wasn’t like bad or anything. But I got to turn it on and get a sense of it. My hand was tingling after, it’s more powerful than you’d believe. Plus it really helped my back.”  You giggled at the thought of Roger being shown the gadget in a brightly lit store. It was somehow funnier than if he had found it in a seedy Japanese sex store.  “I thought it might be good for when I’m on tour and stuff but also that we could use it together. It’d be pretty hot making you cum like that.”  The idea did sound kind of fun and you hummed at the thought, “Okay yeah that does sound hot. Let’s try it out.”   “Now?”  “Yeah, now,”  Roger grinned again, “Just wait and see, you’ll lose your mind over it.” 

Roger ushered your quickly to the bedroom, pulling you into a kiss once you arrived. You giggled again at the effort he was going to to turn you on, his hands squeezing your butt, his lips moving to your neck as he worked on undressing you. You were very glad you had such a horny, attentive partner. Especially once he really started getting you worked up, gently tugging your hair and teasing your nipples as he removed your bra. He removed far less of his own clothing, much more interested in stripping you down to just your knickers. Even then, when he’d told you to hop on the bed, he made no move to shuck his jeans or tee. Instead he stepped around the side of the bed and bent down to plug your present into the wall.   You watched in anticipation. Even if you didn’t really believe this new toy would be much different to your old, it was still fun to share the experience with Roger.   He touched the head of the vibrator to your thigh, and you giggled as the light touch tickled. It was softer than you’d expected.   You stopped giggling when he turned it on, “Jesus.”   He’d drawn it away as he turned it on for the first time and you heard how loud it was. You’d not expected silence, that just didn’t exist in a vibrator, but you couldn’t help the idea of the neon sign popping back into your mind.   “It’s only loud because it’s good,” Roger reassured, “Just wait.”  You swore when he brushed the round head against your thigh again, not for long but for long enough for the feeling to linger.  Roger chuckled, “I told you it was powerful.” He moved it slightly higher up your thigh and you jolted at the feel of it on your more sensitive skin.  

He went slowly, inching it up your thigh, onto your hip, letting you adjust to the sensation of it before he stroked it over the crotch of your underwear. That alone was enough to have your breath catching in your throat. You’d played with sex toys before, you’d used a few different types of vibrators over the year, but this was different. You’d never felt anything like it. Its large size seemed suddenly to not only make sense (how else would such a motor fit inside) but to be a blessing in disguise. Anything smaller and the thing would have vibrated right out of Roger’s hand, if it didn’t destroy every nerve in your clit first.    Roger rubbed it along your knickers a few times, smirking at the growing wet patch it was creating.   “See love, it’s really working for you isn’t it? Already so wet. Should we see if it can make you cum just as easily?”  You whimpered a little as he wiggled your underwear down with one hand, the other maintaining a firm hold on the handle of the wand.   The vibrations were even more intense without the flimsy barrier of your panties. Once again, he only gave you a small taste before he moved the toy away, letting you get your bearings. But that little touch wasn’t enough and you quickly let Roger know you needed more.   He’d grinned and you just knew you’d be listening to him gloat for a week. Thankfully though he’d kept mum in the moment, making sure you were really ready before he brough the head of the wand to your clit.   After a matter of seconds you moaned. None of your other toys came close to feeling the same. The vibrations from the wand seemed to resonate outwards from where Roger was grinding it against your clit, the larger surface area from its tip and its double strength pulse making the pleasure radiate out through your cunt. Roger barely moved it but the occasional roll was all you needed for an unexpectedly quick orgasm to overtake you.  

“Holy shit Rog,” was the first thing you managed to say.  “And that was just on the lowest setting?”  “It has higher settings?!” You didn’t know whether to be amazed or horrified at the thought of even faster or more potent.   Roger laughed, “Yeah, 2 other speeds and then a few different patterns.” He clicked the button a few times and you heard its speed adjust slightly each time, until he stopped it on pattern that seemed to alternate between a short burst of vibrations and a sustained but softer buzz.   You squirmed where you lay, “Let me feel?”  Roger obliged, holding it back to your clit. Your orgasm built a little slower this time, the pattern keeping you from speeding towards release as quickly as before. But it still didn’t take as long as you knew it could for you to reach the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard and making you whimper as the continued vibrations overstimulated you.   “I knew it’d be good but fuck I could really torture you with this.” Roger pulled the toy away again and stopped the buzzing.  You could only groan at the thought, remarkably horny considering your two quick orgasms.  Roger laughed, “See, I knew you’d like it.”  Still laying back you nodded, blindly reaching out to pat his thigh but instead your hand found his stiff cock trapped in his jeans. A teasing, maybe I’ll just replace you, died on your lips as you realised how hard he was. Instead you said, “Do you wanna try it?”  “Try what, love?”  “Try the wand thing, whatever you call it. See how it feels with a cock.”  “Huh,” he considered your idea as you pushed yourself to sit up, “I’d thought about using it on you while I was fucking you but I hadn’t even thought of trying it on myself. Now that you’ve said it though I’m very keen.”  Laughing you took the toy from his loosened grip, giving the buttons some experimental presses, “Alright, pants off and lie down.”  Roger swallowed hard but did as you said. 

[707posting]

things i really hope they add to mysmes

- anything w/ vanderwood

listen. we all had butterflies during that one v route chatroom where we get to talk to vandy. i think he’s a really cool character and i’d love a fresh perspective of the mysmes universe. a vanderwood route might not fit with the rest of them, but he deserves something! i’d be content with a vanderwood dlc or lil spinoff of some sort. i think it’d be really neat!!

- another story 707 route

i love saeyoung’s route, its so important to me, and i absolutely adore all 11 days of it. and the secret endings are great and everything! BUT, i would love a new version of his route where we start from the same point as v and ray’s routes. i think saeyoung’s route pales in comparison to the another story routes, and would be soso much better from the another story perspective.

- new endings?

some characters just deserve a lil something more. i’d LOVE to see a romantic jaehee ending!! or zen/yoosung endings where they go deeper into the mint eye subplot. the possibilities are limitless!! i also think it’d be cool if they made different endings for when you accumulate more hearts for a different character than the route you’re on. like if i got a ton of saeyoung hearts during v’s route, what then? (this bullet point is the least plausible, as its hard to insert stuff into an already pretty finished game, but speculation is fun!!)

- wedding dlc

i mean cmon. the new cg has left us all pining for a wedding dlc!!!! i think it’d be such a cutesy look into the lives of the rfa and mc after the routes.

- more elizabeth the III

i just miss her

- mc birthday celebration

we always get new cgs for the rfa, but a celebration for the player’s birthday would be awesome too!!

- more holiday dlcs

i need to celebrate new years and halloween with the rfa idc!!! april fools, christmas, and vday were great but i want m o r e !! also, v and saeran deserve valentines day routes!!

-revamped casual routes

the new art style is soooo hot n sexy that some of the old pictures look kinda crusty in comparison. i love the old art style still, and it’ll always be nostalgic to me, but a revamp would be so neat!!

anywho @cheritz hmu if you ever need creatives because i have infinite ideas for mysme!!

[makos-hotbox]

LARGE FONT VER.

| — I finally got this done and ready for you all. I know it’s a bit late since Christmas was days ago but here it is! Happy holidays! |

… 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

`⌁ ◜ 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝! ◞

The beautiful white snow fell from the sky slowly, the sun was setting now as it was nearing the end of the afternoon. Turning evening, you waited for all of your friends to finally come over. Price had thought it would be a neat idea to be together for the holidays, and you offered up your house for the team of huge rowdy men. And of course Laswell and her wife.

You leaned against the railing of your porch, watching as your dogs wrestled in the snow. Obviously overjoyed with the weather, unlike you, who was shivering even under several jackets. After a few more moments of silence, two cars pulled up.

In Price’s truck, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz tumbled out of the back. Being cramped there for so long, Soap immediately sat on the ground to stretch his legs. König and Price leaving the driver and passenger sides, the German soldier waving excitedly at you. In his other arm was a container of cookies. And you knew exactly what kind they were. After all, how else would everyone stay on another planet without going outside for another smoke every few hours?

In the other car, Laswell and her wife stepped out. With Alejandro and Rodolfo in the back, their car seemed the most calm and tolerable. Seeing as they weren’t still bicker with one another and actually came over to greet you. Laswell brought you into a hug, introducing you to her wife. “This is Ana, my wife.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” You shook Ana’s hand, she smiled. “Laswell has told me so much about you. My home is yours.” Stepping aside, you held open the front door. Allowing for the two of them to head inside, hearing Laswell mention something about ‘lecturing the others’.

Before the rest of the men could head inside as well, you slammed the door shut. Soap falling to his knees dramatically on the porch. “What! Let us in Y/n, it’s freezing!” He whined, and just by looking at him, you knew he’s stolen a cookie from König already.

“No! For one, you’ve covered yourself in snow. And two, i don’t think Laswell would approve of us smoking inside around her wife.” Just like that, Soap sat up and threw himself onto a chair that was set up for this specific reason.

“Of course you would behave after hearing you’ll be rewarded with weed…” Ghost mumbled, sitting next to the Scot in another chair. Everyone shared some laughter with each other as you got to work grinding up the weed.

Alejandro didn’t feel like making you do all the work, so he helped. Whenever it came to big sessions like this with the team, two bongs were always needed. Alejandro was the one who cleaned them out, filled with clean water, and fixed the bowls. Taking whatever was finally grinded and adding it into the bowl, once it was full, he took a lighter and handed both objects to Gaz. The man immediately started up, ripping a huge hit.

With the other, you went and sat down with Alejandro finally. The two of you joining Rodolfo on the slightly worn out porch couch. Soap was chatting König’s ears off about a new game that had just come out. While Price and Ghost watched the dogs continue to run around. Even calling them over to pet them.

“So Y/n, what do you have planned for us tonight?” Rodolfo asked, taking the bong from your hands to have his own hit.

“Uh, I have no clue. Other than opening presents and eating. It’s just whatever goes.” You shrugged your shoulders, turning to the side to pat Alejandro’s back since he was coughing his soul up.

A few minutes passed by, bongs being passed around and a few coughing fits here and there. Everyone was relatively buzzed or completely faded (Soap and Gaz). It was a peaceful night and it was starting off strong. The sun officially setting threw everyone into a loop. Whether it was sappy or flat out loud.

“You try sitting in the backseat of a truck between two other guys, Rudy! You don’t understand my pain.” Soap crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair with hooded eyes and a pout. He was complaining about how bad his legs had ached when he left the vehicle. Rudy had called him a pussy as a joke and now Soap was at full volume.

Price shoved the bong away as he took his last hit, glaring at Soap. “I don’t wanna hear it kid. Aren’t you the one who lost against König here?” He pointed a thumb to the side towards König, who was sitting on the ground with the purple bong in his lap.

Realizing what they were talking about, König stopped mid rip. “Price is right! You lost the rock-paper-scissors battle, stop being a sore loser.” He commented, a slight sassiness in his voice as he lit the bowl of weed for himself.

Soap’s jaw dropped, suddenly going silent from defeat. Earning laughs from everyone else who found the scene entertaining. Finally, you and Alejandro both finished off the remaining herbs in both of the bongs. After a few moments of preparation, you all stood up to go inside.

Well you at least tried to. Price, Ghost, and Rudy all got up with ease, ready to head inside already. Alejandro, you, and Gaz were able to stand, with only a bit of struggle. Either wobbling side to side or losing strength in their legs immediately.

The other two were not as successful. Soap thought he stood up, until you all had to tell him to hurry. From there, he was standing and even able to walk through the front door before tripping over air and stumbling into the house. No one really concerned about the loud thump other than Gaz and Rudy. The rest of you watched König try to stand up from the ground. The tall man struggled to get his long legs in working order, and once he did, two dogs bolted past him. Knocking him down, forcing him to try again.

It hasn’t even been ten minutes since you’ve all finished, and it was already the start of the giggles. Alejandro and you braced against each other as you cracked up. Price and Ghost trying to hold their composure but failing. And everyone else scattered on the floor outside or inside. Laswell and her wife were sitting on the couch inside, sadly witnessing the whole thing.

Finally, you all managed your way inside. Half of the team beelined to the kitchen in search of food, including yourself. You had made sure to make tons of it before they came over, so it was still hot and fresh. Soap and Rudy were the first to grab their plates and scramble to pile on the most food as possible. Ghost and Alejandro followed with you, and everyone else slowly came in as well.

“Rudy let go mate. Or this isn’t going to end well for you.” Soap’s threatening comment caused everyone to turn their heads. He and Rudy were both holding onto a big chicken leg, the two of them having a mini tug-of-war with it. Rodolfo was staring at the Scot blankly, with no sign of letting up on the food or even negotiating. Soap could only glare back, the two of them were about to brawl over a damn chicken leg.

“Soap, you already have two other chicken legs on your plate, let Rudy have that one.” Price spoke up over the tension in the room. Soap gasped, whipping his head around with an offended look on his face.

“Why should I? I grabbed it first!” He complained, throwing his hands up, letting go of the chicken as well. Rudy quickly stole the chicken leg, took a bite out of it, put it on his plate and walked away to go sit down. To not stir up the pouty Soap anymore, everyone stifled their laughter. Covering their mouths and turning away. Alejandro was just about in tears next to Ghost.

It took Soap another fifteen seconds before he realized what happened. His only reaction was a loud groan-ish scream, before trudging away to go sit down as well.

Once everyone all got their food, you all sat down at the large dinner table you had set up. It was a comfortable silence as everyone ate. Too busy devouring their own food to talk, other than Laswell, Ana, and Price; who were off having their own conversation over the sounds of grown men chewing like horses.

!!!

It’s midnight now, the clock had turned and it was officially Christmas. Everyone except for Alejandro and König sat on the couches, they sat right by the Christmas tree. Alejandro leaned against the armrest of your side of the couch, trying to get all the team members to be quiet enough to start opening the gifts they got for each other.

Soap was yapping at Ghost, who had apparently stole his spot on the couch next to you. The Scot’s accent was thicker once again, seeing as he joined you and Rudy for a round two with the bong so he was back in the clouds again. Ghost was silent as he got lectured, staring off into space with red eyes still.

“Soap! Por favor, amigo. Find a new seat y cállate!” Alejandro begged, pointing Soap to an empty spot next to Price, who was smugly patting the seat next to him. Soap looked at you, begging for you to say anything else so he wouldn’t have to listen to Alejandro. But you didn’t, and with a dramatic groan, he plopped down next to Price.

Finally all of you were ready to start, Secret Santa gifts were being handed out first. Just to get it done and over with, Ghost grabbed his gift first. Trudging over to König, he handed him the box. “Merry Christmas…” he mumbled, König thanking him and tearing open his gift with excitement. Pulling out several new veil cover ups, all with different simple designs. The German was genuinely happy, springing up to hug Ghost.

He paused before he officially wrapped his arms around the man, waiting for an okay from Ghost. Sighing, the Brit nodded and held open his arms for König to hug him. Everyone in the room clapped and cheered (some more dramatic than others; Soap and Rudy) for the sweet scene in front of them.

!!!

It was around three in the morning now, everyone was settling down. A few had already gone to sleep in the guest rooms as well. You, Alejandro, Soap, König, and Ghost were left. The five of you all cuddled up with thick blankets over your shoulders as you stood outside on the porch once again. Soap was given a pre-rolled joint with his gift basket from Price, and immediately decided he wanted to try it. Bringing all of you outside once more.

König and Soap were still the most energetic, it seemed like they were never going to fall asleep at this point. Arguing over this or that questions with thick accents and curses in their own languages at each other. Ghost had tapped out from the joint very early, leaning back in his chair with his head tilted back. If you could mute the arguing soldiers, you would hear quiet snores from Ghost.

You were left cuddled up to Alejandro’s side, the both of you sharing your blankets to have even more warmth against the snowy weather. Your eyes couldn’t leave from admiring the bracelets he had gifted you. He said he didn’t know what to get, and then he found those while walking through the market. They were stunning, and he honestly knew exactly what you would have wanted.

Passing the joint back to Soap, Alejandro took the opportunity to whack him behind the head. “Quiet down! People are sleeping inside and right next to you.” He pointed at Ghost, still fast asleep. Soap rubbed the back of his head and glared at Alejandro. Quietly turning back around with a child-like huff and continuing his conversation with König, more quietly this time.

Shaking his head, Alejandro leaned back to relax. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, resting his cheek against your head. “Children.” He mumbled.

“When are they not? You can't complain though, they keep the energy up.” You poked his side, stifling your laughter as you heard insults be shot at each other.

Alejandro remained quiet, accepting that you were right. The two of you watching as Soap mumbled something under his breath to König. The much larger man gave him a stare that could kill. Before Soap suddenly jumped up from the floor and sprinted into the snowy yard, running away from König who was yelling incoherent German curses.

Rolling your eyes, you sat up and removed the blanket from your shoulders. “Should we separate them before Ghost does?” Alejandro nodded, standing up with you. He didn’t miss the chance to place a quick kiss on your cheek though.

“Feliz Navidad my love..”

REQUESTS:: CLOSED

» 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐩 … 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

[jadejetts]

just got these zurg figures as a late christmas present!! :D now. i know what ur thinking. "why would you get a used one with a detached tube" because 1. the one disney currently sells strangely omits the "i am your father" lines from the sound chip, 2. it came with a couple of figures from 1999 which are awesome in their own right, 3. i wanna mod him anyway!! ive got a few things planned to make him more movie accurate- i'll put it under a read more here!

so, what i've got lined up is: - accurate mouth lights by chickenhaunt!! this is the one mod i'm doing For Sure. tl;dr its just one yellow light in the mouth normally, this'll give him that sliding effect from the film back - ball joints for the arms and wrists! i haven't seen anyone do this with zurg? but there's tons of people who've done it for buzz and i assume it'll be roughly the same process if not easier since there's no electronics in zurg's arms - something that nobody has either figured out or has shown off publicly- Making the gun actually fire. (absolutely getting help from my dad on this one if he's free, this is uncharted territory and will be much more of an experimental process than the others) i've also got a few more mods that are more of a Maybe than an absolutely, because they're harder in their own ways: - an accurate Z emblem! not only is there no case of a full scale zurg with an accurate emblem as far as i know, there also isn't a model or texture in any game that i could've used to make a model to print for, since either they're the inaccurate jagged emblem or so low resolution it's hard to make out and reconstruct from- luckily, this image of a lego piece with an accurate emblem has a good enough resolution to maybe build a model out of- the 'hard' part comes with actually making the emblem, as it's transparent plastic. we do have a 3d printer at home, but it's not the best by any means?? and i haven't fully looked into if transparent filament is any good or not, or if our 3d printer can print at the size needed and not look rounded or blobby - zurg vision!! this is something people have done before (even the mouth lights guy did it), but i feel it's much harder of a mod to pull off than any of the others since it's right where a screw would be, and there isn't much documentation on how either of the people who did this mod pulled it off - more articulation in the head! this one i'll need to learn more about how this toy's neck area is built to figure out, but hopefully the end product will be a head that can tilt in just about every position except rotating backwards - adjustable shoulder pads! like the zurg sold by revoltech :] no idea how feasible this would be, since i've never seen this mod idea done or even brought up - a transparent red backpack button with light! once again, transparent plastic, but this time hollow and housing an electronic light, which that second part is a bit of a challenge to hide for something that isn't already wired up to the toy itself - accurate hands?? this figure does the common pointer-finger and three-finger molds that a lot of toys use, so i'd like to see if i could maybe print something out that could be way better (and not as loose!!!!) - forearm chrome paint???? i have zero experience with painting stuff at all, so no idea if this'll go through- but it'd be how itd look in the films!!

and a couple of bonus mod ideas, just for my own satisfaction: - a better speaker?? dunno if the audio stored in the toy would benefit from this, but if it does, it'll be all the better for it - cleaning up youtube audio of zurg's lines in astro blasters, and maybe adding them to the sound chip thingy????? i have no idea how sound works in these toys, so maybe adding new sounds is impossible- but it'd be neat if that weren't the case!!

either way!! this'll be the first time i've ever done something like this- i'm probably just gonna set up the mouth lights and move on, but it's nice to have a list of to-dos in case i do feel up for more

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

In my last update, I said it was unlikely that I'd be adding any more Mighty Movie merchandise to my collection, as I figured I'd found just about everything of Marshall. As it turns out... I WAS WRONG.

I've got five items to show off this time, and all but one of them involves merchandise from The Mighty Movie. I underestimated just how much they were going to make for their theatrical sequel. 😅

First off, this plush + blanket! Much like the last one I purchased, this also came from QVC. I think it's exclusive to them, but I'm not 100% sure. Either way, as soon as a friend showed me one, I knew I had to have it! However, I haven't unrolled the blanket yet, but just so you all can see what it looks like, I provided a screenshot from the video on their website. It's quite nice! Hey, what better way to stay warm than with a pup who's coming in hot! 🔥

Next, the "Meteor Mayhem" board game. Sadly, I doubt I'll get to play this with anyone, but of course, you can all imagine the real reason I purchased it. To be honest, when I first heard about this, I thought that unique Marshall wind-up toy would be rather small, but it's actually much bigger than I expected! I haven't removed it from the packaging yet, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it in there or try to display the whole thing. Also...

Is it just me, or are the designs for the pup here a little different? They look more like their TV counterparts than that from the theatrical film. Hey, we've got an episode of the TV series coming up soon, and it's based on Mighty Pups... you don't suppose this is what they'll look like in it, do you? I guess we'll find out soon enough!

Next, these mini-figurines! I found them at a store that I didn't expect to have Mighty Movie merchandise, so I was quick to pick it up. However, after purchasing it and exiting the store, I suddenly realized I might already own this figurine of Marshall. Once I got home, I quickly discovered that...

...yeah, I kinda do. The one on the right came from that mystery box, which I purchased a few months back. However, it has more colors, so I guess that technically makes it kind of different. Do I consider this another new addition to my collection or not? Ah well, I'll find a spot for it somewhere. lol

Hey, look at what finally showed up at a Burger King near me! And to think, it only took a whole month for Indiana to get some! Admittedly, when I seen pictures of this last month, I thought Marshall's toy would be rather small, like those mini-figurines. Turns out, it's about three or four inches tall! It's kind of a shame that the outfit is just one solid color, but... hey, I still like it! Oh yeah, there's a little switch on his left hind leg that makes his fireball light up and blink. Neat!

Last, this... uh-oh... a mystery box. H'oh boy, I was not expecting to stumble upon this today, and at a Menards, no less.

So... yeah, there are new mystery boxes on the market again. This time, they contain Hallmark Christmas ornaments. Actually, I believe these have been around since last year, but at the time, they were only sold as a set (I think). I wasn't able to get one then, so I'm glad to see they're now being sold individually! Of course, the caveat here is that, until you open the container, you'll never know who's inside. That certainly presents a problem to someone who's just looking for one particular pup.

However...

Much like those Mash'em toys, they made yet another critical error with these containers; there are very small holes on both the top and bottom. Once again, if I shine my phone's flashlight at just the right spots, I can just make out a color or two on the inside. And with a little patience, I spotted some red and...

Well, you can imagine where this is going. :)

Yup! I got the exact pup I was looking for! Yay for cheating the system! Should I feel guilty about this or not? lol

Being a Hallmark ornament, it's of course really nice. And really cute, too! I wish his little paw pads had been colored in (real talk; pink paw pads are legit adorable), but hey, I still really like it anyway! Wow, I did not expect to be going home with this one today!

Well, that's it for now! Currently, I've got a three more items coming in the mail, although they'll take a while to arrive because they're coming from overseas! Soon enough, I'll get to add a few more imported Marshall items to my collection again! And the only reason I got them at all was because, much to my amazement, both the items and the shipping were cheap! Like, $3 for both, surprisingly. They're small, but hey, I can't wait to add 'em to my collection! :)

[menacetosocietyy]

If you do not mind my request, I wonder how Joey and Frank from DbD asked male!reader out? (Separately or together are okay) And what would their daily life together look like as a couple?

I'm so sorry that it took me so long. There isn't much excuse for it so I really hope that you at least enjoy what I've written.

There is a clump of words with no spaces, so for anyone that struggles with reading those I put what it says in brackets afterwards!

THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE, CREDIT TO THE OWNERS.

Joey:

A bit romantic, and sheepish

Gets you some flowers and your favourite sweets, or favourite snacks if you don’t like sweets.

Shyly asks you while he is blushing. He took his mask off just for this.

“Y/N, I’ve uhh... I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while and… Iwasjustwonderingifyouwouldpossiblygooutwithme. It’s okay if not uhm… I hope this didn’t ruin our friendship-” (the big clump says: “I was just wondering if you would possibly go out with me.” He just says it super fast.).

You would have to cut him off from digging himself a hole because he’s so nervous and worried.

When you say yes, he has the BIGGEST smile, like a little kid on Christmas that got everything they asked for.

Will take you on the sweetest date, he listened to everything you said so he knows all your favourite things and had planned accordingly. 

It’s the most incredible date ever btw.

Such a caring boyfriend, a true simp.

Afterwards, if you guys don’t have a sleepover, he will take you home and with your consent, give you the softest, most loving kiss ever. You will have the wind knocked out of you and also become a simp.

Mutual simping proceeds.

If you do have a sleepover, at his place, he will lend you his clothes for you to wear. Cutest shit he has ever seen.

Idc if you're bigger than him, mans bought something in your size and made it smell like him, if you’re like me and allergic to cologne he just wore them until his smell was on ‘em. If not, he sprayed his cologne on them. Get fucked.

If you are a touchy person, you get ALL of the affection and cuddles while you guys watch movies or play games until you fall asleep.

If not, then you just watch movies or play games until you fall asleep. He will let you have your space because he is a respectful man.

We love this man.

The end.

PS: Makes some bomb-ass breakfast in the morning. Your favourite, obviously. The dude really did his research bc he didn’t wanna fuck it up.

Once y’all live together he’s a dream.

Will make breakfast for you both on the weekends so you can wake up to the smell of his immaculate cooking instead of the fire department (That will make sense soon).

On other mornings he would wake you up with kisses.

He makes sure to keep you out of the mess of his friend group because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

I think he’s a decently neat person- like he’s not a clean freak but he’s not a messy person.

If you hated a chore he’d do it instead.

He’s just… thoughtful, and not afraid to show it.

Always makes sure you are absolutely okay with everything. Like what you’re going to eat, going out to do/buy, etc.

If you have a bad day he’d be the best listener. Hype you up, comfort you, and call you out gently where it’s needed. He’s the best.

Frank:

Ah, this fucker.

So he isn’t great with emotions

Isn’t great with anything at all, tbh.

Him asking you out? Nah. He demands you go out with him.

“Hey, shithead. We’re going to dinner tonight at 7PM. I’m buying. Be ready.”

No, you don’t have a say in this, in case you’re wondering.

He also did his research, but won’t admit it.

He throws in some stuff to make it seem like he totally wasn’t planning this whole thing for a week, no not at all. (Sarcasm)

Is anxiously making sure you’re enjoying yourself, but play it off because he totally gives no fucks noo not at all. (Sarcasm x2)

Grunts and looks away at any kind of affection you show him, he’s hiding his blush, dw.

VERY jealous if anyone even so much dares to look at you the wrong way. Will kiss you hard on the mouth and make eye contact with them. 

Will walk you away from them with his arm around you or just whatever you’re comfortable with (Ass preferably)

You’d have a wonderful date with him, and afterwards, it would be nearly midnight because he just wouldn’t want to let you go. But don’t let him know that you know that.

Or do, watch him get flustered and deny it. It’s funny.

Would “casually” invite you for a sleepover, like he doesn’t care or whatever (Say yes. It’s the correct answer.)

So, since you said yes, the sleepover would likely be at your place, ngl.

Would probably borrow your clothes. He looks great in them, very attractive. Menace approved.

Call him cute, he will blush and tell you to shut the fuck up.

You guys would spend the night with you underneath his arm while on the couch.

I don’t think he’s the super touchy type but he does enjoy some cuddles.

If you’re not super touchy then that's perfect! You guys can just vibe on the couch while you watch shitty horror movies (or whatever you’d like to watch).

In the morning he’d try to surprise you with breakfast which results in him: nearly burning your house down, and then telling you that you should be grateful for the burnt toast he made. He is an awful cook. 

He will pay for any damages, dw.

Once you guys settle in together, have a home together and all that jazz I think he wouldn’t change much.

Occasionally waking you up with your local fire department at your door. The usual.

He’s mostly cuddly at night, he enjoys holding you while he sleeps.

Or the other way around but he will never outright admit he likes being the little spoon sometimes.

He’s the type to randomly buy you a gift since he’s absolutely dogshit with words.

Looked at an expensive wristwatch for a little too long?

Whoops, it’s on your dresser a few days later.

Don’t ask if he paid for it, there’s a 50/50 chance of him having just stolen it.

Flynn Rider wannabe lookin’ ass.

Anyway, he’s not the most expressive, a very angry man, and can’t admit that he’s soft for you BUT- he is thoughtful.

Will make sure that if you have any pet peeves he doesn’t bother them- like let's say you hate a messy house? Well, he is a walking dumpster fire but he will begin to clean up after himself more. Not completely- but more.

He’s not the greatest listener and I do believe that if he was in a bad mood he would definitely brush you off or accidentally take it out on you, but if you had a bad day and he wasn’t in one of his moods he would listen. He’s not as good as Joey but he tries. He’d probably ask outright what you needed.

He’d also be not so great/gentle at calling you out.

Would probably ask if you need the person bothering you to “disappear”.

Give points where they’re due.

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly, hope you are well! is hurts like heaven still going to be a fic?🥺 could we please have a little snippet or anything of them or even edwina and josie they are so cute and I miss them so much! Have a good weekend 😊

Um. Maybe it will be.

I don't know, my enthusiasm for it has dulled a little after some criticism seemed to stack against it. Much like with the new chapter of all that i am (all that i ever was). I don't know, justification and saying you don't know the whole story yet takes a toll. Tiring. Eats away at enthusiasm.

But here's this.

Kate had spent most of her life it felt like, walking the three streets between their house and the Bridgerton House. She'd tagged along with Mary at first, to drop off and collect Edwina, then as she'd gotten a little older she'd volunteered to go by herself, hooking Edwina out of whatever game she and Tony were playing, and even when Edwina had been sixteen, Mary had sighed before she put dinner on the table while Kate was home from university and her father had just been getting home.

"Can you go and make sure your sister is planning to come home?"

She'd walk those streets slowly, giving Edwina another few minutes with her best friend before rapping on the neat front door , Wisteria climbing up the side of the house.

"Kate!" Mrs Bridgerton would always say kindly, gesturing her inside.

"Hi, Mrs Bridgerton, I'm just here for Edwina." She'd say, though the woman must have already known.

"They're upstairs." Mrs Bridgerton would say, and the old they got the more exasperated she became. "There was a lot of whispering before they went up so I'd knock twice if I were you if you don't want to get an eyeful of something on Tony's laptop. Lord knows I've not had the balls to look on that in years."

Kate would always stifle a laugh and make her way upstairs, rolling her eyes as she heard the laptop snap and magazines rustling about seconds after she called out.

The welcome she'd always received had been warm. Even the last time she'd been here, when she'd dressed in black Mr Bridgerton had been lain to rest and as she'd looked at her own father who'd been right there in the car beside him on their way from a meeting, everything felt numb.

But she was sure her welcome wouldn't be so warm this time. Not with Violet's son's hand on her thigh as they made their way through traffic anxiety gnawing in Kate's stomach like a dog with a bone.

"You're not nervous are you?" Anthony chuckled from the driver's seat, turning the wheel one handed as they pulled onto the street, the other occupied with keeping contact between them.

Kate rolled her eyes, "I'm meeting your mum, of course I'm nervous."

Anthony's brow furrowed, that little worried crease between his eyebrows far too prominent. "You've met my mum literally thousands of times. She sends you a christmas present."

"That's kind of the point." Kate sighed, reaching for his fingers, intertwining them tightly. "That was before all this happened. She might not feel the same way now."

He wiggled his eyebrows as they pulled into the curb, darting around to open her car door "Are you worried my Mum's going to ask you for compensation for my virginity? Only fair that you giver her a few chickens, you did seduce me an innocent young man, into a relationship."

Kate rolled her eyes, poking his ribs as Anthony made to throw the door open. "I actually think you seduced me, somehow."

"You're damn fucking right I did." Anthony threw the front door open, hollering up the stairs before Kate could stop him. "Mum! I'm here!"

"Anthony, jesus." Kate hissed at him, "Give her a second."

"What? If we loitered on the stoop she'd think you were seducing me even further with your feminine wiles." Anthony was grinning at her, pushing back with his hips until he had her pinned against the bannister, his arms either side of her.

"My feminine wiles?" Kate scoffed, trying to pretend his closeness was having no effect at all "What are you-?!"

"Well, some things never change."

Violet Bridgerton was standing in the doorway to the kitchen a slightly amused expression on her face as Kate shoved hard against Anthony's chest who seemed undeterred by his mother's presence and kept his arms tightly around her anyway.

"Mum, you remember Kate." His lips were still tickling her ear as he spoke, shivering down her throat.

"Of course, darling. It's been a little while."

Kate's cheeks were burning as she forced words out. "It's lovely to see you again, Mrs Bridgerton. It's been too long."

Violet hummed gently before she turned to her son. "Anthony, go and make sure Gregory's not got lego up his nose courtesy of his sister again, make sure they're ready for dinner."

Anthony kissed Kate's cheek lightly, before he bounded up the stairs two at a time, "Alright troublemakers, your leader's home!"

Kate couldn't help the smile on her face as she watched him go, his eyes bright smile huge.

"He's a good boy, always has been." Violet hummed softly, catching Kate's attention, "Even though he's not a boy anymore."

Kate's stomach swirled uncomfortably for a moment before she cleared her throat, "I hope you don't feel that I'm... taking advantage of him in some way. I know I'm a little older than he is but-"

"You're not even five years older than him."

Kate flushed again, "I know but, he's sweet and kind, and capable of knowing his own feelings and I love him, Mrs Bridgerton, and he's happy with me and I hope that means more to you than anything else."

Not for the first time Kate wondered if it would matter so much if she hadn't been the one their parents had trusted to look after him and Edwina. If she hadn't grown up ahead of him. She supposed she'd never know. "And I never thought about him like that until recently."

Violet stayed staring back at her, blinking in surprise at her forthrightness before a delighted laugh broke free of her chest, echoing around the entrance room. "Kate, I think you've... I'm very happy for you and Anthony. He's had feelings for you for a very long time and I'm not... overly surprised." She leaned in a little conspiratorially, "Truth be told I'm only a little cross because I now owe your mother £100, she won the bet."

And despite herself, Kate laughed as well.

[naturalkillercyborg]

Iris update about media I've experienced somewhat recently (because I just kinda feel like talking right now):

I posted earlier this month that I was watching Scott Pilgrim Takes Off as my first exposure to anything about the series (outside of cultural osmosis) and as someone who didn't read the comics or watch the movie I kinda felt like I was missing some stuff, but I also thought this show was pretty neat on it's own. It took me like 5 episodes to realize "This probably ISN'T usually how the story goes because Scott has been missing forever lol".

I saw Godzilla Minus One shortly before finals week and it is definitely the best Godzilla movie in years. Might be my new favorite even. I really like the way the human story was handled and it was also interesting as a period piece. They did a great job at making Godzilla menacing (that boat scene kinda had me sweating tbh).

Yesterday I saw The Color Purple. This was my first time properly experiencing the story and I thought it was really powerful. The performances were all great and there was some pretty interesting stuff with the directing and cinematography. I love when movie adaptations of musicals get creative with how they handle scenes in ways a live performance can't. Might be my favorite new movie I saw this year.

I finally finished the Ace Attorney Trilogy about a week before Christmas. To share some of my overall thoughts on the trilogy as a whole without being spoilery, I think it's an interesting package. The first game is definitely my favorite standalone, but I really liked the continuity of the trilogy. The last case of game 3 was really engaging and had my brain racketing in a good way (if that makes sense). It felt a TAD bloated at points but I get why they'd want to pull out all the stops for the (intended) finale. I got pretty emotional during that last bit tbh.

Earlier today I saw The Boy and the Heron. I'm still kinda processing it because I tend to zone out during Ghibli movies (not sure why this is. Might have to do with the pacing). I picked up on some interesting themes surrounding grief, confrontation of reality, and pursuing the impossible. I'm sure there's plenty of symbolism rooted in Japanese culture that went over my head (particularly relating to the various birds and their different roles), which I may look more into later. Also Robert Pattinson was great as the heron.

I've also been reading Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. Really engaging.

[bahamutgames]

Afterthoughts Story : Cyber Sleuth

Game: Digimon Story : Cyber Sleuth (March 12, 2015)

Console: Nintendo Switch

Alright, let's do this. So, my last RPG that I played through before taking a break so I wouldn't have anything overlapping with the most important game ever coming out this Friday Is Digimon Cyber Sleuth, obviously. I got this game for Christmas a few years back now but didn't end up playing it until this year, and finally beat it right at the end of October. So here I am, telling you about my wonderful digiexperience!

Like always, not a review, just my thoughts. Please don't take my word as gospel, just my impressions while playing. Play anything I talk about you that interests you.

SPOILERS FOR DIGIMON CYBER SLEUTH AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION! THERE'S NO SPOILERS FOR HACKER'S MEMORY THOUGH!

Opening

So, honestly, as much as I enjoy Digimon from afar. I've never been a hard core Digimon guy. I've seen a bit of Adventures, I always liked the designs, and I follow that Digimon a day twitter that has shown me a lot of AMAZING creatures from it. But truth be told, I just never really got into the series. However I saw how popular this game seemed to be, and knew it was a turnbased RPG, so I figured it'd be a great jumping in point for me. And honestly, I was right! I had a fantastic time with this game!

Stuff I liked

I was very pleasantly surprised by this game. I really wasn't sure what to expect since Digimon is a little out of my wheelhouse, but honestly I think this was a really solid RPG with a lot of high points. I think the graphics are nice, it's not the most mind blowing thing visually outside of EDEN but when you go into digital worlds I think the game looks SUPER cool and felt like playing Summer Wars. Which makes sense, but still lol. The soundtrack is also REALLY good, much to no one's surprise, I particularly enjoyed the battle themes. The boss theme and the Eater themes were my favorites, but I also enjoyed the song that plays in the Digital Shift dungeons and the Digital World.

The gameplay was very good too and honestly really surprising to me. I know they're wildly different series, but I HAVE been playing through the Pokemon games lately, so I couldn't help but draw comparisons between the two. And while this is a monster collection game, they play NOTHING alike. In fact, Cyber Sleuth plays a LOT more like a traditional JRPG. And personally, I really like that. Things are a little linear which is fine for my lizard brain. But particularly I think the combat helps this game feel a lot faster than Pokemon can at times. Since every battle has you with 3 monsters that you can swap out during combat, and fully deck out with multiple pieces of equipment, and even completely change their movelist to your liking whenever you want. I think it works very well and while it is SIMILAR to Pokemon, and it might be more my style, I think it's good that they're so different, I don't know if I'd want Pokemon to straight up rip this off even if I think there is some convenience and maybe even some polish it could borrow from this?

In regards to that polish, I do love that every Digimon is like a full fledged party member in a more traditional RPG sense. But something I was REALLY shocked by was the amount of animations each Digimon has. They all have a standard attack, signature attack, buff, damage, death, and victory animation totally unique to themselves! From what I noticed, they're not even copied between evolutions. AND your current party follows you on the map, it's really cool! I also enjoy that digimon you aren't using can be put on the farm to gather items and sidequests, or even be fed to your other Digimon for EXP. It's small but it's a neat addition.

And as long as I'm on the subject of the monsters themselves, if you've seen my thoughts on the Pokemon games you know a HUGE aspect of those games for me is the Pokedex of the region. The monsters really make or break the monster collection game for me, of course. They're the main reason I'm playing it! And while it might be unfair to give it praise for this, since it's had years of monsters to pull from. As an outsider of the series, Cyber Sleuth MORE than delivers on its monster catalogue! There are SO many monsters to meet and recruit through the game, and so many of them were brand new to me! Obviously I had the classics I know like Agumon (one of my personal faves cause, dinosaur) but there were SO many new Digimon I had never heard of before that I fell in love with. Stuff like Pumpkinmon, Geckomon, Lekismon, Zubamon (who I just learned can turn into a sword!? SO BAD ASS!!), and my new personal favorite: Groundramon! It seemed like there was ALWAYS something new to find even when I digivolving the same creature over and over, I was always finding new creatures and still didn't get most of the catalogue filled.

Outside of that stuff, I enjoyed the story a lot. There were a lot of turns and twists that kept it interesting, and I always really enjoy plots about the relationship between the real world and cool MMOs. I think the Eden Syndrome stuff is probably a little tried but it worked! I thought the Eaters were mysterious and freaky. I liked how the plot was framed around solving cases as a detective, it was a very unique format for an RPG. I liked a lot of the characters, they were all very fun. Nokia and Yuuko were funny, I liked Arata, and Kyoko was SO hot! The game is also hilarious! It sometimes gives the energy of like "we weren't given a proper script to translate so we went a little nuts" but honestly I think it worked. The game is serious when it needs to be but is still super funny when it can be and is generally very unhinged at times in a good way. Overall it was a very fun and funny experience!

Also, the ending where you're rebuilt from the memories of your Digimon team was SO cute, I loved that, what a cute little detail as a final goodbye from your party.

Stuff I didn't like

However, as you can probably tell from the translation thing, this game is a little rough around the edges. I'd say overall the quality is very high, but there's a couple things here and there that make it feel not 100% there, if that makes sense?

So, a small one that didn't come up a lot but came up more than you'd expect was text formatting issues. This makes sense because Japanese text can probably fit a whole novel into the textboxes, while English text can be a lot longer. But sometimes text would go off screen, or there would be times where I could select lines in a dialogue box that was CLEARLY not a dialogue choice? Or sometimes I felt like they'd attribute the lines to the wrong characters. It never massively got in the way, and most of the time it's not an issue. But it's still odd and something I've never seen before.

Then there's the character designs. I like the protagonist's design. I like Kyoko and Yuuko too. And obviously the Digimon rule. But like Arata and the detective and Date all kinda look basic? Like I maybe couldn't pick them out of a crowd? And it weirded me out the WHOLE time that Nokia looked almost identical to me. Was us being separated at birth removed from our memories too? I felt similarly about Jimiken, who really didn't look as cool or noticeable (despite looking like Jimiken) to be a reoccurring threat through so much of the early game. Overall I don't think any character designs are bad, just some of them are underwhelming among the humans.

The only real issues I have with the Digimon are that there's too many Vaccine types. I ended up having tons that turned into Vaccines in the end and basically had no null types. It was very odd. And also, I do kinda wish you could digivolve for the stats without having to change the Digimon's designs. Some of them have great designs but their digivolutions kinda... suck. Like Geckomon's evo looks really stupid imo, so I had to turn him into Whamon. Who changed from Virus to Vaccine. Stuff like that genuinely got under my skin sometimes. I don't like Zabueagermon. That name is stupid. I like Zabumon. Give him back to me!

However, my biggest problem with this game. Is that it can kinda drag sometimes. In a few ways. Some smaller ways are like, when you need a new mission. Instead of just giving it to you, sometimes they make you leave the office, get a call, then IMMEDIATELY walk back inside the office. Or worse, you have to walk all the way somewhere to get a job, then go back to the office to accept, THEN GO BACK to where you got the job and continue. Or sometimes characters will just kinda talk on and on and on forever until I'm totally lost from the conversation. I know it's kind of the joke with Kyoko, but it happens a lot and especially towards the end of the game. Genuinely took me out of some story moments where I couldn't keep up with what long-winded comparison she was going on about.

And that ties into my final thought on this, that the game kinda starts to drag in general towards the end. Like, it feels like nothing is happening for a large portion of the game, then the portal opens and things get exciting. And then things just kinda stop and start dragging again. Even story relevant stuff just didn't feel exciting or sometimes out of place. The worst example being when you travel to an alternative reality to get a character who died off screen to come help you because he's still alive in this world. Was that world a reference to a Digimon series I should've been aware of? This new character who joins you from this reality just shows up out of NOWHERE and realistically this whole situation is kinda meaningless? Like this didn't need to happen, it just does for some reason and then kinda never gets addressed again. WE WENT TO AN ALTERNATE REALITY? Idk it just feels very odd. And then some late game dungeons just kinda go on or are kinda repeats of earlier dungeons with tedious copy/paste puzzles. And then you finally get to the end and you have to fight the same security system over and over until you FINALLY get to the final boss. Again it's not the end of the world, but after a bit I really like feel like the game was just overstaying its welcome a little.

Final Thoughts

Honestly though? Overall I think this game was FANTASTIC and a really good introduction to Digimon for me! I didn't even fully go into some other systems and concepts I enjoyed like crossover attacks, how you recruit digimon by scanning them, the theming of dungeons using firewalls and you actually having to hack stuff using computer functions. It's cute!

Color me intrigued, I'm certainly interested in Digimon now. I know there's a remarkable amount of RPGs and Fighting games in the series, so I'll probably check out some of those. I might watch some of the anime. I'm a little card game crazy and Groundramon has a few cards in the TCG! I'm even working on my first Digifake and joined a Digimon Discord with some of my friends. There's a whole new digital world for me to jump into!

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Thanks for reading! I totally understand why Digimon is so beloved by people, and it was genuinely really fun to finally dive into something from it full on. SO MANY COOL REPTILES IN THIS SERIES! You can see my full team right here (x)!

As for Hacker's Memory. I'm not gonna play that right now. It's longer than the base game. That's not DLC, that's a sequel!! Which is a great deal for sure! But, sheesh! I'll be sure to play it later!

I also want to give a shoutout to Helryu on Deviantart! Usually for the game cover banners at the top of posts I'll take banners from online stores, twitch, or news sites. Stuff that's probably game assets already. But they actually didn't have one for JUST cyber sleuth, they all came with Hacker's memory. So I was very happy to see Helryu did the dirty work for me. Thank you! They make lots of twitch game banners so go check them out if you need any.

That's all from me! Go out and play a game from a big franchise you've wanted to check out!

[writerwithbrainrot]

Chapter two: Ice, Ice, frostbite

Waking up in the freezing cold, the last thing you'd expect to be chased by would be a monster from Twilight princess. Where are we?

Warning: Mention of frostbite. chased by a monster, mentions of needles and hospitals.

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"Mama?" a child with white hair in a hospital room asked, playing with some blocks on the rug brought in by a nurse. The woman with her hair in a one neat bun (now messy due to stress) and a cardigan looked towards her child. "Why can't I go to Lisa's?" [Reader] asked their mother, who bite her lip nervously.

"Well. . . You aren't well enough to play with Lisa, [Reader]." Mother said, mustering a smile, heart hurting as she watched her child's face fall. "I have an early Christmas gift for you!" she said suddenly, leaning down to her purse and pulling out a box. "I know it's early but. . . you have been such a good. . . good. . . Good child." she said, letting a sob escape her lips. [Reader] looked worried, but mother wiped a stray tear and got down to [Reader]'s level.

"Merry Christmas, [Reader]." Mother said, placing the box down, mindful of the IVs and heart monitor attachments on her child as she placed it near [Reader]. [Reader] smiled, eyes full of joy and innocence, unaware of the reason why such scary needles had to stay in their arms, not knowing why they were excluded from others. . .

Opening the box, [Reader] gasped seeing a game console. Pulling it out, the Nintendo 64 with several scratches and visible signs of use rested in [Reader]'s arms. "A game! A real game!" they yelled in excitement, laying it on the rug, [Reader] stood and rushed to mother and hugged her, repeating "I love you! I love you!" and an endless amount of thank yours. Mother hugged [Reader] back tightly, holding back tears.

"How about we set it up and we can plY your first game. See?" Mother suggested, holding out a game cartridge with the words 'Ocarina of Time' on it. "Lets have some fun. . ."

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[Reader] awoke slowly, the voice of their mother when they were 6 fading away in their head. They warmth of sleep suddenly snapped away from them, and [Reader] jolted, holding their arms and opening their dark eyes. Goosebumps shot up immediately and they curled up, teeth chattering. Why was it so cold? it felt as if they had been laying on ice.

[Reader] stood and looked around. The reason they had been so cold was because they were surrounded by think sheets of ice, walls, floors, even torchs and a faded portrait covered in ice, a massive hold in what seemed ro be the roof, wood and stood poking out through the ice and a blizzard blowing outside. They looked around and, when their eyes met the door, dashed over and slammed into the door, with the ice cracking but not breaking.

[Reader] hit the door once more, and then again until the door swung open into a room not covered ceiling to floor in ice, but still cold. [Reader] shut the door and immediately rushed to a nearby fireplace, pulling out a lighter from their bag in a tush, dropping things on the floor in the rush and spraying some lighter fluid on the wood and lighting it, fire erupting and soon, warmth re-entered their chilled body.

[Reader] relaxed, taking deep breaths and trying to warm up best they could before looking around at the items they dropped. They moved around, grabbing dropped items and returning them to their backpack, before stopping at the familiar journal from highschool, fingertips just barely touching the cover before grabbing it, but not putting it in the bag, instead, putting their most recent notebook in their bag, and then returning to the fire. [Reader] took their camcorder from their hip holder and opened the side panel to look at it, seeing if it still worked. Seeing the battery was still full, they sighed in relief and closed it.

"Better keep that for emergencies. . ." [Reader] Muttered, looking into the fire.

Silence filled the hall they rested in, aside from the howling winds outside and the crackle of the fire. This wasn't a place underground. This place seemed abandoned yet a place made for someone rich, not the Waterworks, a place made ro create heat for a kingdom's castle and town or to create weapons. [Reader] looked around, expecting more evidence of damage, but their eyes widened when they noticed the suit of Armour near the wall in the middle of the hall.

"No way. . ." They said, standing up and leaving their bag and rushing over in it, wide eyes and standing in front of the monstrous Armour suit. [Reader] opened the journal and flipped page after page till they reached the page. The page held the darling of the same set of Armour. . .

"How is this possible?" [Reader asked themselves, biting their lip and bouncing their leg as they read the tile of the monster within the same Armour set.

ꜱɴᴏᴡᴘᴇᴀᴋ: ᴅᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ

" This-" [Reader] dropped their journal, shaking but not because of the temperature "This has to be something I breathed In in the Waterworks! Yea!, that's gotta be it! It's just an illusion!" In an attempt to wake up, [Reader] slapped themselves in the face, hissing in pain, eyes screwed shut, hopeing to wake up on the stone floor of the underground. . . only to open their eyes, looking at the Dark hammer Armour.

"No. . . no no no no!" They exclaimed, running over to their bag and throwing it over their shoulder, rushing back and grabbing their journal before pausing. [Reader], stood up, and started to pace. "Okay. . . okay. . . You chase after a shadow monster that looked like dark like, suckered punched it, then end up here. I must be high, I gotta be." They muttered, about ready to cry "This isn't real. This isn't real-"

CRASH

[Reader] paused, and slowly turned to the opposite door than the one in the iced room. the sounds of heavy footsteps and something even heavier than the footsteps being thrown around was heard, and fear decided to make a nest in [Reader]'s stomach.

"I gotta get outta here!" They exclaimed, and a scream erupted from their throat as Darkhammer smashed through the wall with a large weapon, a massive hammer, and [Reader] immediately ran to the ice door, trying to open it as Darkhammer began to approach. The door has refrozen shut, and [Reader] turned and dropped down fast enough for the hammer to sweep over their now curled body, another scream ripping from their throat as they ran around the monster in Armour.

[Reader] slid across the shiny floors of what they could now say with full confidence was Snowpeak ruins and scrambled up, running away through the halls as Dark hammer reared after them. It didn't make sense, Link defeated Darkhammer in Twilight Princess! Why is there another?! Was there another left in the ruins after the sick experiments made on them- No, that was only a theory! but still!-

Suddenly, they felt something heavy and large hit them hard on the back and [Readrr went flying, hitting the wall and flying through as they felt their spine crack. Screaming in pain, they fell a floor down and hit hard wood and ice. Drunk on adrenaline, [Reader] scrambled up, the pain of a broken spine gone temporarily ad they recognized the foyer of Snowpeak, and at the sight of Dark hammer appearing, they turned and ran for the exit, sliding on the ice as the threw themselves onto the door, falling into the outside blizzard and down stone steps.

They ran. Ran as fast as they could through thick snow and the steep mountainside for some unknown period of time until the adrenaline wore off and tears froze to [Reader]'s skin is they cryed in pain.

The mountain top must have been impossibly freezing, as [Reader] couldn't have been out for long, but their fingertips were already alarmingly blue, signs of violent frostbite all over their body as they shook and shivered before finally their body caved, falling in the thick snow, feeling exhaustian taking over, ans sudden heat envelop their body.

[Reader] shut their eyes, to tired to fight it now, letting their body shut down, not feeling the fact they were now slowly sliding down the slope. . .

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Warmth. There was. . . warmth. Was this death? Well, Death was surprisingly warm. Maybe they had brought their frostbite to hell with them, because there was no way that they were going to Heaven after they turned all of their ex-boyfriend's clothes inside out and hung them back in his closet then Changed all the passwords to his streaming sites. Or were people allowed in heaven after doing all that petty shit?

. . .

Nah, They found humor in dark jokes. They were in hell.

However, if they were dead. . . why did it feel like they had a weighted blanket on them? why could they hear the sounds of cutlery and a fire?

[Reader] groaned, face crunching up as their entire body felt sore, then opening their eyes.

They saw the wooden parts of a roof, and a light coming from what could only be assumed to be a fire place. They slowly turned their head, whinging in pain, catching the attention of a little boy. The child, who had sharp ears and green eyes, stood up and ran to someone. "Mother! Mother! The gray person is awake!"

In a few seconds, a woman with big breast and a motherly look in her green eyes appeared, looking so concerned and holding a bottle of red liquid. "Oh godesses, are you alright? My son and his friends found you floating down the canals near Castletown so my husband and I brought you here. Worst case of frostbite I'd ever seen in my life." The lady help [Reader] sit up, who hissed in pain and held their head in pain. "You must have been up in Snowpeak mountains for an alarming amount of time! And in such thin clothing-"

"It's a skin condition." [Reader] Inturupted. "I have a condition where my pigments are all jacked up so I look funky." [Reader] hated how they looked, a by-product of their rare condition caused by heavy pollution in cities. The woman looked concerned by didn't push for answered. She held out the potion

"Here dear." the woman said "It's a healing potion. It will help heal your spine, won't do nothin' 'bout that frost bite though. You'll have to wait that part out." [Reader] paused before taking the liquid and drinking it. The taste wasn't bad, but wasn't too good either, making [Reader]'s face scrunch up in discomfort but soon, a warm feeling went down their spine as they felt the pain in their spine vanish. The woman smiled. "There. Isn't that much better?"

"What's your name?" [Reader] asked, looking up at the woman, "My name is [Reader].

"Lucina." she said "And my son's name is Philip. He's around 7 now. Such a bright young man."

[Reader] smiled and looked over before seeing Philip looking at a journal, looking awestruck. "Hey! Don't look through that!" they exclaimed, making Lucina turn and rush over in alarm.

"Don't go through other people's stuff!" Lucina scolded Philip, who turned red, and sharp elf ears pointed down, much like a kicked puppy's would.

"Miss?" His voice asked, the child standing and watching his mother return the book. "What is that? Why are there drawings? and letters I cannot reader?"

[Reader] paused, mulling their words over. These people had been nothing but kind to them, and if they told these two about her situation, they'd surely be in trouble. "I. . . uuh. I am a historian!" [Reader] said, being honest about that "I come from another land and I prefer writing in my home language! See, my team and I, we were exploring the mountains of my home and something attacked us and the next thing I know, I am here."

Lucina looked taken aback, ears perking up, but Philips interest was peaked. "What's a historian?" He asked, standing at [Reader]'s bedside. [Reader] patted his head, "A historian is someone who learns and studies about the past, so we can learn about the people and their lives before us, and not make the same mistakes as them."

Philips eyes widened in shock, but stars appeared within his green eyes. Lucina bit her lip. "You know. . . Not to long ago a neighbor of mine went missing, and a stranger claiming to be from a 'great sea' appeared. They calmed they saw a shadow portal and fell through it."

"That's what I saw!" [Reader] exclaimed. "Where are they! Maybe they can help me get home! And find that shadow-" They paused, suddenly remembering. "Philip, bring me my bag." they said in alarm.

Philip went over and carried [Reader]'s bag to them, [Reader] taking it and placing it on their lap and rummaging through before pulling out-

"What is that?" Lucina asked in alarm stepping back.

[Reader] looked up at Lucina. "Not a clue. See, before I got separated from my group, we were. . . moving to a temple in the high mountains. I found this somewhere else and we wanted to see how this item and that place was connected. But this shadow that looked like a man in a tunic appeared and tryed to take it. Now I've ended up here. . ."

Lucina paused, thinking about her next words as [Reader] put the item back in her bag. "You know. . . I think I heard from Mondo that the person that claims their from a 'Great Sea' was sent to the docter in Kakarico, as their docter is better at fixing people's heads. If you need answers, you should head there and speak to them."

[Reader pondered for a bit before smiling and nodding. "I think I will. Thank you for telling me. I will leave and get outta your hair as soon as possible."

"Oh no, at least stay for breakfast tomorrow." Lucina said "You've had a rough few days, it's the least I can do."

"Are you sure?" [Reader] asked. "I have no money worth anything here, and I don't have anything of value to you."

"Well, I must say-" Lucina moved to stir up the fire. "Wherever you are from, they must not be to friends. I don't want anything in return, I just wanna know that you are alright."

[Reader] smiled at the hospitality of Lucina, a warmth enveloping their heart. . .

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"Are you sure you have to leave?" Philip asked after breakfast the next morning, clutching the [Reader]'s green sweater.

"I do. I have overstayed my welcome and I must find a way home." They said, patting Philip's head, who hugged their leg. [Reader] looked up "Thank you for everything, I truly appreciate it. I won't ever forget your hospitality."

"It is nothing." Lucina said with a smile, beckoning Philip over "I'm a tad bit sad to see you go, but I understand you have family waiting worried sick you have to find. You travel safe okay? There is enough bread to last two days which should get you to Kakarico. don't eat it all in one sitting."

"But it's delicious!" [Reader] jokingly whined. It was indeed the best they had ever had. Lucina made a face and [Reader] laughed. "Seriously, thank you for everything. I hope life treats you well. I must be going." but [Reader] paused. They had never been good at goodbyes.

"You stay safe." Lucina said, "Now go, it's dangerous at night. Maybe we will meet again. Now go."

[Reader] smiled and turned, walking away, turning to wave goodbye, Philip waving goodbye in his mother's arms. "Goodbye! Thanks for everything!" they yelled, before turning forward, and exiting the alleyway to the stone streets. . .

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Chapter two is done! Haha! I wrote until I passed our last night and finished this morning. I'm thinking about some things to do to the story but I'm not sure. I may add side stories to this, who knows!

And don't worry, the chain/Links will appear soon. Meanwhile I'd advise you visit these awsome Zelda theorists!

Zeltik - His Snowpeak theory

NintendoBlackCrisis

BanditGames

MonsterMaze

I think they are amazing people, and you should definitely check them out! have a good day/night!

[animefankotaro]

Trans Hiro (Big Hero 6)

Hey, Baxmax.” Can you hand me my hoodie.”

“Certainly, Hiro.” He gave him his hoodie which he put on.

Hiro was a teen boy living in San Frantokyo. He lived with his Aunt Cass who owned a little shop. Hiro was also a hero. He was part of a team called Big Hero 6. There was him, Fred, Go Go, Wasbi, and Honey Lemon. They saved the world from all sorts of bad guys all while doing their homework. He still missed Tadashi though. He knew Tadashi was looking down at them proud. As he was remembering Baxmax was looking at a photo. He was examining it looking at it's details. He than walked up to Hiro and held it to him.

“This is an interesting photo.” Baxmax said. Hiro looked it it. It was a photo of him, Takashi, and Aunt Cass. It was from a few years ago. Before he became Hiro.

“Yep. That was when Tadashi, Aunt Cass, and Me went to New York. It was a lot of fun. Though there was one part where I threw up because we were on a big skyscraper. That was embarrassing. Still, it was a good vacation.

“You look different here.”

“That was before I became myself.” Hiro said. “When I was still a girl.”'

“Yes.” Baymax replied. “Takashi programmed me to know of your transition.”

“That was good of him. Always thinking ahead.” He looked at more of the photos. “Here's another one at a birthday party a little but before I transitioned. It was a lot of fun... Until I ate too much candy and threw up. Here's a photo on a Christmas a few years ago. That was a great Christmas. I got a kit where you can make your own robot. It's what got me into robots in the first place. Here's me and Takashi with our parents. It was the last photo we took with them before they died. Now Takashi is with them.” Hiro looked a little sad now.

“While I already know the story of how you came out to Takashi maybe if you told me personally it would make you feel better.” Hiro looked at Baymax. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to so that.

“Alright. I was 10 years old when I told him. I was depressed about the way I looked and he did seem to notice. We were always close so I knew I would tell him first. Hiro closed his eyes to remember it all.

Hiro was in his room playing video games when Takashi came in.

“Hey, sis.” He said. What are you going?” Hiro cringed at the sis a bit.

“Just playing some games.”

“That's neat. What are you planning on going later?”

“Probably this.” Hiro shrugged.

“Not anything else?” He smiled.

“I wasn't planning to.” Hiro said knowing Takashi was planning something. But what?

“Well that sounds great. Though I know something better.”

“Like what?”

“Much better.”

“What?”

“A million times better.” “Takashi what is it?” He took out to pieces of paper and showed them to Hiro.

“No way.” Hiro was astonished.

“Yep. Robo-Cage Battle. Front seats. With the best players in town playing.”

“How'd you get these?”

“I had a little money left from my last project.” He crossed his arms.

“And front seats too.”

“Yep. If we're lucky some of the robo parts will land near us. A little something to take home. So what do you say?”

Heroe got up from his seat and smiled. He stuck out his arm and the two did their little knuckle touch. Later on they want to the place it was at.

“So you got any bets?” Takashi asked Hiro.

“I'll bet you the last piece of Aunt Cass's chocolate pie that the Stingin Grasshopper will win.

“I think it will be the Omega Boxer.”

“You'll on!” Hiro said.

The Omega Boxer sprung forward and quickly threw it's arm forward. But the Stringin Grasshopper jumped up high and laded on the other side of the ring. The Boxer then went backward and did another throw only to miss again. The Omega went went up fast and threw it's arm again hitting the grasshopper.

“Yeah. I won!” Takashi cheered.

“Not so fast.” Hiro said.

While the crowed cheered the Grashopper brought out a stringer and went it though the Boxer ending it. The grasshopper won.

“You knew that would happen, didn't you?”

“I might have gotten some pointers.”

As they left Takashi got them two hotdogs to eat.

“Eating that pie always gets met to add a couple pounds anyway.”

“I'll spilt it with you. Hiro said.” They ate their hotdogs.

“Takashi. Can I tell you something.”

“Hmm.”

“Would you like me as your brother?”

“Yeah, I won't see why not. In a way you kind of are.”

“I- I wish I was.”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm a boy.” Hiro said quietly. “I've known for a while but I've been to nervous to tell anyone. I want to be more like you. You're my hero and I can't see being inspired by anyone else. I want to be your brother for now on.” Hiro finished. It was silent a moment.

“I was wondering when you were going to tell me.”

“Huh? You knew” Takashi nodded.

“Of course. I'm your brother after all. I can tell something was bothering you for a while. It took me a while to fond out but when I did I knew it was true.”

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“I wanted you to. So you can show how strong you've become. And you have. In a way you're my hero.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you have name yet? How about Hiro? My brother Hiro.”

“Yeah. I like that.”

“Me too.”

Back in the present Hiro finished his story.

“And just like that you were a boy?” Baymax asked.

“Well it took some time. We had to tell Aunt Cass and change a lot of things and have doctor visits. But yes I became a boy. I told the guys overtime. Of course they knew too as Takashi once told them.”

“I'm glad they were fond of you.”

“Yeah. They're great. Aunt Cass too.

“Hiro?”

“Yeah”

“How about a game of Robo- Cage battle?”

“Yeah. Let's go.”