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[muzelor]

DAPHNE  BLAKE  ISN'T  WAITING  AROUND  FOR  MYSTERY  INC.  ANYMORE.    she's  had  her  fill  of  playing  the  damsel  in  distress    —    yeah,  that's  how  they  always  saw  her.  therefore,  after  splitting  from  the  gang,  she's  striking  out  on  her  own,  still  keeping  up  with  her  detective  skills,  mind  you.    one  unfaithful  night,  she  stumbles  upon  this  bordello,  mistaking  it  for  a  regular  old  bar.    but  her  hunt  for  the  supernatural?    not  going  so  hot.    it's  like  everyone  vanished  off  the  face  of  the  earth    :    no  supernatural  cases  in  sight.    she  slumps  into  a  chair  by  the  bar,  eyeing  those  bottles  like  they  hold  all  the  answers,  like  they  can  drown  out  the  memories  of  mystery  inc.  falling  apart.    ❝  i'll  have  a  martini.  ❞    she  utters,  directing  her  gaze  at  @storyofwhoiam,  whilst  pointing  her  index  at  one  of  the  gin  bottles.

[faithshouseofchaos]

franco with norris sister… as it seems lando has kinda took him under his wing

A/n— this is kinda lengthy and Lando is a meddler in this 🤭😫

Dinner guest — Franco Colapinto x Norris!sister!reader

Fluff

Word count — 2.8k

Summary— Lando brings home the new guy who he took under his wing and sets him up with his sister.

Written fic + a small SMAU

Tagging— @starkwlkr @sweate-r-weathe-r @alex-wotton @meeel-things @barcelonaloverf1life

“You did what?!” You asked your brother Lando who stood on the other side of the kitchen bar scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Invited Franco over for dinner,” Lando repeated.

“I get that but why? And why to my apartment?” You asked, looking at him.

“Because I want the guy to know that he has a friend. F1 is lonely sometimes and your apartment is more homey than mine” Lando said as a matter of fact.

“Lando my apartment is a mess, look at the state of the place,” you said gesturing around the apartment. Lando looked around your apartment looking for the so-called mess. The only thing he saw was the cat toys striding all over the floor and a couple of yellow dying leaves on one of your plants. Raising an eyebrow he looked at you skeptically holding up a finger as if he was saying one second. You watched as he picked up the cat toys and tossed them into the basket before turning his attention to prune your plant gently taking off the yellow leaves.

“They're all clean,” Lando said, smiling proud of himself. You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes, "you didn't have to do that, you know?" you say, crossing your arms as he returned the gardening scissors to their place in the kitchen drawer.

"I know but now Franco won't see any mess, problem solved," he said with a grin, clearly proud of his work. You shook your head gently, "you're a mess sometimes, you know that?" you teased, sticking your tongue out at him, gently swatting his arm. Lando laughed good-naturedly, "hey, I'm just trying to help," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at you with a smile.

"But, thanks for letting me have Franco over," he said, his tone suddenly more serious, "I just want to make sure he feels less lonely around here, you know?

“F1 life can be pretty isolating at times," he said, running a hand through his messy hair. You felt a wave of empathy towards Lando, knowing that the F1 life wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. The constant traveling, media scrutiny, and being surrounded by people yet often feeling alone wasn't a piece of cake.

“I completely understand,” you said gently, moving to lean next to him against the kitchen counter. "I'm happy to have you guys over, just maybe a bit more notice next time?" you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

Lando chuckled, "I promise to give you a heads-up in the future," he said, holding up a hand as if he was swearing.

A silence fell for a moment before Lando glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So tell me, you're single right? Do you mind if I play matchmaker for you tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You felt a mixture of surprise and amusement wash over you.

"Lando, are you serious?" you asked, trying to hold back a smile.

Lando just shrugged, "What can I say? I love playing matchmaker. Besides, I think you and Franco would get along great," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Also what should I make for dinner?” You asked Lando.

“Ooh Make your Chicken Parmesan and my life is yours,” Lando says dramatically falling on the floor. Lando scrambled off the floor, a wide grin on his face.

"You're a goddess" he declared, exaggeratingly bowing down to you.

"Now if only Franco is as easily pleased as me" he teased, wagging his eyebrows. You shook your head, trying to hide a smile. "Lando, will you shut up and help me cook?"

He laughed and saluted you. "Aye, aye captain," he said, pushing himself off the floor.

As you both moved to the kitchen and started prepping the ingredients, Lando couldn't help but keep bringing up the thought of you and Franco together.

"You know, Franco is a nice guy," Lando said, chopping away at a pile of garlic "I think you two would get along great," he said, his eyes never leaving the chopping board.

You hummed in response, stirring the marinara sauce.

Lando glanced up at you with a smirk. "He's single too, you know" he teased, clearly enjoying this a little too much. You shot Lando a stern look, trying to suppress a smile. "Lando, I know you like to play matchmaker but slow down a bit, will you?"

Lando feigned surprise, a hand coming to his mouth in mock shock. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said innocently, going back to chopping the garlic.

You rolled your eyes at his act. "You're the worst," you said, shaking your head.

Lando chuckled, "But you love me"

You couldn't deny that. You did love him, as annoying as he could be at times. But you weren't about to give him that satisfaction.

"Sometimes," you said with a grin, shaking your head.

Just then, the buzzer for the front door rang throughout the apartment - signaling that Franco was there. Lando's face lit up, like a kid on Christmas morning. "I'll get the door," Lando said quickly, jumping up from the counter before you had the chance to respond.

"Lando, wait-" you called out, but he was already rushing out of the kitchen.

Sighing, you tried to refocus on the marinara sauce. But the thought of meeting Franco for the first time started to make your nerves flutter.

Lando quickly crossed the living room and opened the front door. Franco stood there with a smile, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand.

"Hey mate, glad you could make it," Lando said, stepping aside to let him in.

Franco stepped through the door, his eyes immediately taking in your apartment. "Wow, this is a nice place, thanks for having me," he said, handing Lando the bottle of wine.

"Ah, thanks for bringing the wine," Lando said, taking the bottle in his hands and studying the label.

"And no problem, my friend," he said, giving his shoulder a firm pat.

You picked that moment to stroll into the living room, curiosity getting the better of you. At the sight of you, Franco gave a charming smile.

"Hello there," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine for some reason. You offered him a warm smile in return, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at his words.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N)" you said, holding out a hand.

Franco took your hand in his own, giving it a gentle shake. His hand was warm and firm against your own, and you found yourself blushing a bit at the contact.

"Franco," he said, his smile still in place. Lando watched the interaction, his smirk growing wider. Lando cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

"Come on, let's head into the kitchen, (Y/N) just about finished preparing dinner," he said, gesturing to the kitchen.

Franco gave you one more smile before following Lando into the kitchen. You stayed a step behind them, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

As you entered the kitchen, you went back to stirring the marinara sauce. Lando started to pour some of the wine into three glasses, handing one to you and one to Franco.

As the three of you drank and joked around with casual small talk, you found yourself getting more comfortable in Franco's presence. He was polite, witty, and had a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts.

When it came time to eat, the three of you sat around your kitchen table, laughing and enjoying the delicious chicken parmesan.

As you all talked, you realized that Lando was suspiciously quiet - watching you and Franco intently, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Lando continued to silently observe you and Franco, occasionally chuckling to himself. You noticed this and shot him a few pointed looks, trying to signal for him to behave.

But Lando just smiled innocently, sipping his wine.

Meanwhile, you and Franco continued chatting, discovering mutual interests, and sharing stories. The conversation was easy and natural, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

As the meal came to a close, the conversation started to die down. Lando set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, that was bloody fantastic," he said, patting his stomach.

Franco nodded in agreement, also leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, best chicken parmesan I’ve ever had," he said, looking over at you with a grateful smile. You felt a blush rise in your cheeks at the compliment. "Oh, it's nothing really" you said, waving a dismissive hand.

Lando smirked into his wine glass, watching you two interact. He was enjoying this far too much.

"Nonsense, it was absolutely fantastic" Franco said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Suddenly, Lando cleared his throat, interrupting the moment.

"You know, (Y/N). Franco here is single" he said, feigning innocence. You tensed up at Lando's words. Here we go.

Franco coughed awkwardly, his cheeks tinged a light pink.

You sent Lando a sharp glare, warning him to back off. Which also resulted in you kicking Lando in the shin underneath the table. Lando winced in pain, "Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing his shin as he shot you a betrayed look.

Franco chuckled beside you, clearly enjoying your playful banter. "Sorry," you said to Lando, not sounding at all sorry. Lando just grumbled something under his breath as he continued to rub his shin.

Glancing at Franco, you found he was looking right back at you, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Hey, I’m just trying to help you guys out" Lando said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Franco shook his head, "It's alright, I think it's quite funny actually" he said, glancing between you and Lando. You chuckled, mentally cursing Lando for his attempts at match-making.

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s a bit of a meddler” you said, giving Lando a pointed look. Lando let out a huff of protest, "I’m not a meddler, I prefer the term matchmaker".

You rolled your eyes at his comment, shaking your head. "More like a pain in the ass" you muttered. Franco chuckled beside you, clearly amused by your banter.

Lando clutched his chest in mock offense, "I'm hurt. Really hurt." You just rolled your eyes again, used to Lando's melodrama. “Well would you look at the time I should be going” Lando said looking at his bare wrist as he got up sprinting to the door.

“You’re not even wearing your watch!” You called out to him. Lando ignored your comment and quickly made his way to the door in a few long strides.

"Bye guys, have fun!" he called out over his shoulder before exiting the apartment. The door slid shut behind him, leaving you alone with Franco.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head. "That boy, I swear he never knows when to stop" you said, rolling your eyes.

Franco chuckled, looking over at you. "He seems like a fun guy" he said.

You shook your head, "Yeah, fun and a massive pain in the ass" you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. The two of you stood silently for a moment, the weight of Lando's words hanging in the air.

Trying to break the tension, you cleared your throat. "Well, would you like some more wine?" you asked, gesturing to the bottle on the table.

Franco smiled warmly and nodded. "Yeah, why not" he said, holding out his glass for you to refill it. You poured the red liquid into his glass, your hands slightly shaking with nerves.

As you refilled your own glass, you snuck a glance at Franco, taking in his sharp jaw and kind eyes. God, he really was handsome. You quickly averted your gaze, mentally scolding yourself for ogling him like that. As you set down the bottle, you decided to break the silence.

"So, Lando mentioned you’re single?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. As soon as the words left your mouth, you mentally smacked yourself. Of course you would ask that.

Franco let out a chuckle, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Yeah, I'm single" he said simply, swirling the wine in his glass. A silence fell over the two of you for a moment, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, not knowing what to say next. Franco glanced up at you, his gaze suddenly intense. "And you? Are you single?" he asked, his voice low. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you met his gaze.

"Y-yeah, I’m single" you manage to squeak out, your voice betraying your nerves. Franco nodded in response, his eyes studying your face intently. The tension in the air was suddenly thick enough to cut with a knife. Despite your nerves, there was something about the way he was looking at you that made your stomach flutter. The air was charged with a tension you couldn’t fully understand, and it made it hard to focus on anything except his gaze.

After a few moments of silence, Franco cleared his throat. “Can I…ask you something?” Franco took a sip of his wine before continuing, his eyes never leaving you. "Did Lando set us up?" he asked bluntly. You were taken aback by his bluntness, but after a moment of surprise wore off, you chuckled. "Yes, he did" you admitted sheepishly. Franco chuckled as well, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I had a feeling he was up to something” he said, his voice low. “But I wasn’t expecting him to be quite so…forward”

You nodded, a smile on your face. “Lando can be a little reckless at times” you said, shaking your head fondly. “Clearly” Franco said, his tone amused.

He stared at you for a few moments, his eyes boring into you. You fidgeted nervously, unsure of what to say or do next. Finally, he spoke again, his voice quieter than before. “Can I tell you something?”

Your heart rate picked up speed as you swallowed heavily. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead" you said, bracing yourself. Franco took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I actually..." he trailed off, suddenly looking nervous. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited for him to continue, holding your breath. "I...I actually find you very attractive" he said in a rush, his cheeks turning a light tint of pink.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your mind suddenly going blank. Did he just say what you thought he said?

"I, uh..." you mumbled, your mind scrambling to come up with a response.

Franco chuckled, sensing your surprise. He ran a hand through his hair, looking suddenly sheepish.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shook your head, still trying to process what he had just said.

"No, no, it's alright" you finally managed to say, your voice shaky. "I, uh...I find you attractive too" you admitted quietly, feeling your cheeks flush.

“Would you like to go out sometime soon with me?” Franco asked nervously.

Your heart thumped in your chest as Franco's words hung in the air. He wanted to go out with you.

"Yes" you said, without hesitation. "I'd love to"

A smile slowly spread across Franco's face. "Really?" he asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Yes, really" you laughed, the nerves finally gone.

Franco's smile widened, his eyes sparkling. "Great" he replied, the relief evident in his voice. "How about this Friday? I'll pick you up at 8?"

Your heart fluttered at his suggestion. "That sounds perfect" you said, a smile on your face.

Franco let out a sigh of relief. "Great, it's a date" he said, looking genuinely excited. The two of you continued talking for a while longer, the previous tension replaced by a lighthearted chatter.

Eventually, Franco looked down at his watch and winced. "It's almost midnight, I should probably head home" he said, reluctantly standing up from his chair.

You stood up as well, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of him leaving. But you knew he was right - it was getting late.

“Yeah, I guess it is pretty late” you said, glancing down at your own watch.

Franco gathered his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. You walked him to the front door.

As you opened the door, Franco turned to face you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating.

Finally, he spoke up. "Tonight was really nice" he said, his voice softer than before.

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter. "Yeah, it was" you agreed, holding his gaze.

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Caption — turns out my meddler of a brother was right about something for once 🤭

LandoNorris— see I told you that you would like him 🫢🤭

Your username — if only you could do something right with your love life 🙄😒

LandoNorris — hey that’s not fair 😭😭

Username3– would you like some cream for that burn Lando?

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FrancoColapinto— Eres el amor de mi vida y Dios bendiga a los hermanos entrometidos 🤭❤️😘🥰

Your username— you can’t see me right now but I fell to my knees 🧎‍♀️😫 tu mi amor eres mi persona favorita en todo el mundo. te amo con todo mi ser

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Username1– can Lando set me up with Charles Leclerc??

Username2 — who knew Lando norizz actually was a good match maker

Username4– I know right

[stevieschrodinger]

Thinking about no upside down everyone's happy and healthy and *cough* alive. Witch!Steve's happy off living his best life in his super cute cottage with his cute garden making soaps that help with itches and creams that clear up bruises and just generally being content. His best friend Robin who has convinced herself that Steve is lonely and Robin is a Meddler (TM) so she, not having anywhere near Steve's skill with magic, steals one of his books and Steve's favourite crystal and a flower from the roses that grow over his front door, and goes home with them.

And she summons Steve a familiar, except she doesn't tell Steve and when she doesn't hear anything for a bit, she assumes she got it wrong or something.

Meanwhile Steve is trying to shoo a jet black snake out of his cottage, except it keeps hiding in the cupboards. Steve ejects the thing to the bottom of the garden in a pillow case. He's very gentle because he's fairly sure the snake is magical in some way.

This is confirmed when the snake, after being told they are very pretty but 'not an inside snake' actually responds by 'hiss'ing.

It doesn't hiss.

It says the word 'hiss'. And it says it repeatedly when it's being carried in the pillow case.

"You can come back when you learn some manners," Steve informs the very male sounding snake. Not that Steve wants to make any assumptions.

Anyway long story short, Eddie is Steve's familiar and he can turn man shaped and makes Steve's magic so much stronger and the reason Robin doesn't hear anything for ages is because they fall in love and have been sexing it up with Eddie's double snake dicks.

Or something.

[doumadono]

Synopsis: in a surprising twist orchestrated by Toga Himiko, two antisocial League of Villains members, Dabi and you, find an unexpected connection during an awkward blind date

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

You’ve never been one for socializing. The whole concept of small talk, mingling, and putting yourself out there has always felt foreign to you. After all, socializing was never your strong suit, and you were quite content with your single status. You’ve always preferred the comfort of a good book or the solitude of your thoughts. 

But that’s exactly why Toga took it upon herself to organize a blind date for you. She’s always been a bit of a meddler, and apparently, your perpetual singleness was too tempting a problem for her to ignore. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” she had chirped with her usual manic enthusiasm. "Trust me, you'll love him!" Toga had chirped with a mischievous grin. "He's just like you - hates socializing, too!"

And you had no choice but to go along with it, if only to get her to stop pestering you. 

Toga had transformed one of the dingy rooms into something that vaguely resembled a romantic setting. There were candles (probably stolen), a table (slightly wobbly), and two chairs (one missing a leg but propped up with a stack of books). It was sweet in its own chaotic way, very much in line with Toga’s personality.

You sat down, fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth, wondering who in the world Toga could have set you up with. She had been annoyingly secretive about the whole thing, dropping hints that only served to confuse you more. For a moment, you wondered if Himiko might have set you up with no one else but Shigaraki himself. The boss was the most antisocial person you’d ever met, which could mean this date would be an absolute nightmare. But there was no backing out now. 

The door creaked open, and Dabi walked in. 

Your eyes widened in surprise. 

Dabi? Of all people? 

The blue-flamed villain looked as disinterested as ever, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded with boredom. “Great,” he muttered, not even trying to hide his lack of enthusiasm. “Toga’s matchmaking now.”

You offered a small, awkward smile. “Looks like it.”

Dabi slouched into the chair across from you, and for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other in uncomfortable silence. Finally, he spoke. “So, how did Toga rope you into this?” he asked, his tone as dry as sandpaper.

You shrugged. “She didn’t really give me a choice. And you?”

He smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Pretty much the same. I guess she thinks we’re both too antisocial for our own good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “She might be right about that.”

Dabi chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. “Sounds like her. She loves meddling in other people’s business.”

You nodded, grateful for the small talk. “Yeah, she’s something else.”

Another awkward silence fell over you. You glanced around the room, trying to think of something to say. Your eyes landed on a small stack of books in the corner, and an idea popped into your head. “You like reading?” you asked, nodding towards the books.

Dabi followed your gaze and scoffed. “Not really. I only read articles about how great heroes are supposed to be.”

You blinked in surprise. “Why’s that?”

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “So I can read between the lines and find their weak spots. It’s more fun tearing them down when you know their flaws.”

"I saw you reading something about Endeavor earlier," you ventured, trying to sound nonchalant. You were still new, still trying to weave yourself into the fabric of the League without causing too much disruption.

Dabi’s smirk faltered slightly, and his eyes narrowed. “Oh, did ya?”

“Yeah,” you continued, curious. “You were pretty engrossed in it. Do you like Endeavor?”

His eyelid gave a slight twitch, a nearly imperceptible movement, but it was the blue flames dancing over his knuckles that caught your attention. They flickered menacingly as he slowly clenched his hands into fists. "He’s just my main interest," Dabi replied, his voice dripping with a wry amusement that did not reach his eyes. There was something ominously calm about the way he spoke, a laid-back tone that contrasted sharply with the dangerous glint in his gaze.

Looking to shift the heavy atmosphere that his words had conjured, you ventured to a lighter topic, one that might catch him off-guard in a humorous way. “So, you’ve read everything about him, huh? What about fanfiction? Ever dive into that rabbit hole?”

Dabi made a scoffing sound, a dismissive and sharp exhalation that cut through the levity like a knife. His gaze hardened, the blue flames flickering dangerously as if they were an extension of his simmering rage. “I don’t give a fuck about what people write about that scumbag,” he said, his voice cold and scornful. “How they idolize him in the creations of their sick minds,” he continued, his lips twisting into a derisive sneer. “But I’m sure they’re as sick as Todoroki Enji himself. One day, I’m going to destroy that fucker,” Dabi declared, his words not just a promise but a vow, laden with all the intensity of his deep-seated hatred. 

After a moment, his fire faded out, and Dabi leaned back in his chair, looking you over. “So, I assume you read when you’re not being forced into awkward dates?”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to go with honesty. “I read a lot. Mostly horror novels. And I like to cook. It’s calming.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Cool, I guess.”

The conversation continued like that, awkward and stilted at first, but slowly easing into something more comfortable. You talked about books and movies, some random stuff like your favorite food types, your mutual disdain for social gatherings, and the absurdity of Toga’s matchmaking efforts. 

At one point, Himiko burst into the room with a tray of hastily made snacks, beaming with pride. “How’s it going, lovebirds?”

Dabi shot her a withering look, slowly cocking his eyebrow. “We’re not lovebirds, Toga.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “But it’s going surprisingly well. As you can see, I’m still alive.”

Toga clapped her hands together. “I knew it! You two are perfect for each other. I’m a genius!”

She scampered off, leaving you and Dabi to your conversation. 

Despite the unusual setting and the odd circumstances, you found yourself actually enjoying the evening. 

Dabi’s dry wit and cynical outlook somehow meshed well with your own reserved nature. Dabi might not be the most conventional date, but there was something about him that intrigued you. And for someone who had always avoided socializing, that was saying something.

“So, how did you end up joining the League?” you asked, munching a jelly bean.

Dabi leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Wanted to burn the world down, found like-minded people. What about you?”

You shrugged, not wanting to delve too deeply into your past just yet. “Wanted to make a difference in my own way. The heroes… they never really helped people like me.”

Dabi’s eyes glinted with a hint of understanding. “Yeah, they’re all hypocrites.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “What about you, rookie? What do you think of the League so far?”

You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “It’s different. I mean, it’s not what I expected, but in a good way. Everyone’s really passionate about what they believe in.”

Dabi’s gaze softened slightly as he scoffed. “Yeah, we’re a pretty dysfunctional family. But it works somehow.”

“Have you ever thought about what you’ll do after all this?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Dabi shrugged. “No. And I don’t really care. Guess I’m more of a ‘live in the moment’ kind of guy. What about you?”

You took a moment to think. “I’m not sure. I just want to find a place where I belong. Somewhere I can be myself without having to pretend.”

Dabi’s smirk returned. “Sounds like the League’s not a bad fit for you, then.”

"What do you think of Shigaraki as a leader?"

Dabi smirked, slowly stretching his fingers. "He's got vision, I'll give him that. We might be a bunch of misfits, but he’s the glue that holds us together. For now."

"Do you think he’ll succeed?" you tilted your head to the side.

As long as he keeps his head on straight and doesn’t get too ambitious too fast, maybe. But I have my own plans, too, and I rather focus on them.”

Curious to learn more about him, you asked, “What were you like before joining the League?”

Dabi’s expression darkened momentarily. “Let’s just say, I’ve had my fair share of shitty experiences. But that’s the past, and the past never fucking dies.”

You sensed his reluctance to dive deeper, so you shared a bit about yourself instead. “I was a loner. Never really fit in anywhere.”

He taunted, “Yeah, I get that. We’re all here because we don’t fit in out there.” Eventually, Dabi leaned forward after lazily chewing a cracker, his expression serious for once. “This evening wasn’t as terrible as I thought it’d be. And you weren't that bad either. Maybe we could do it again sometime. Without Toga’s interference, of course. I know a few nice places, far enough from these crazy maniacs.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest as you giggled, “I’d like that, Dabi.”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, me too, actually.”

Perhaps there was something to be said for this whole notion of socializing after all. Maybe it could bring a little light into the shadows.

[in-my-feels-probably]

Could u do an imagine where reader's hair is red and daemon's absolutely obsessed with it?Thank you.

Would u consider doing an imagine where its basically daemon and the reader have a love /hate relationship but then they confess their love when Daemon comes back from tbe StepStones

My Fire

Request: Could u do an imagine where reader’s hair is red and daemon’s absolutely obsessed with it?Thank you

Hi! I love this request, it’s so cute. I wish I had red hair, I’ve dyed it a wine color before, but I’m considering dying it a copper color at some point. I didn’t know if you wanted bright red hair, or something like ginger, so I left it kinda up to the reader, I hope that’s ok. Also, I made the reader fem, and a friend of Rhaenyra from another house, so I could make sense of the reader's hair color. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.

And yes, I can write that other request, just submit an ask with any ideas or details you want and I’ll add it to the list.

(Warnings: i don't think there are any, maybe an ooc daemon, let me know if i missed any)

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Rhaenyra had finally convinced you to let her braid your hair, framing pieces around your face and twisting the strands into intricate designs all around your head. You normally kept it simple, and out of your face, pulled back neatly. 

With the amount of time you spent with Rhaenyra, often on dragonback, you didn’t have the time to fiddle with your hair, as it would get tangled anyway. 

Even then, you had no great love for your hair. The high born boys of your house often made fun, teasing you about the color. As you grew older, the boys turned to men, and the comments became a lot cruder. Rhaenyra, ever the fiery spirit, always had your back. You were a handful of years older than her, and it was quite funny to see a little girl instill fear in boys twice her height. Although, you supposed that had more to do with her father being the King, and her Uncle, who had quite the reputation, being fiercely protective over the pair of you.

Rhaenyra often begged to have you let her do something with your hair, so you could hold your head high and walk with confidence, and you finally caved to her incessant pestering. And you had to admit, you did look quite nice when she finished. 

“You have plans with my Uncle today, do you not?” Rhaenyra asked, smirking.

You raised a brow, watching her grin. “You’re such a little meddler! Is that why you kept asking? I swear, you’re too much like your Uncle.”

“That’s why you love him,” she laughed, blocking her face from the pillow you slung her way. “And he loves your hair, you know that. Why hide it from him?”

You groaned, hiding your heated cheeks in your palms. “Gods, you really are like him. I bet he put you up to this. You two are always a recipe for a disaster. You could take down the Seven Kingdoms if you put your mind to it.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “Bold plans, for a later time. For now…you have to meet with my Uncle. Off you go, now.”

She shooed you away from her, blowing a kiss in your direction. You rolled your eyes, opening her chamber door. “I’ll get you back for this. And him too. You both have nothing on me. You should be scared!”

You accepted Ser Harwin’s arm as he closed the door behind you, guiding you down the steps that led towards the Dragon Pit. 

“Thank you, Ser.”

He smiled and nodded, returning to his post outside Rhaenyra’s door. “Good day, My Lady.”

You made your way to the pit, anxiously awaiting your day with Daemon. You arrived to see him standing in front of Caraxes, seemingly talking to him. You laughed to yourself, watching Caraxes find you in his sight, perking up at your presence. 

You whistled, smiling as Caraxes bristled, letting out a happy shrill that mimicked yours.

Daemon turned at the sound of your voice, a grin creeping its way onto his face at the sight of you. He smiled, a genuine rare smile, holding his hand out for you to take. 

“My Lady,” he greeted, as you stepped up to greet Caraxes. The dragon lowered his head, letting you run a light hand down his nose. 

Daemon watched you in awe, amazed at how he managed to get a girl like you. As far as he was concerned, the whole of the Seven Kingdoms paled in comparison to the woman who was akin to fire. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “I was going to say you look beautiful, but that’s a bit of an understatement. You’re always beautiful.”

His smirk grew as he watched you fight the flush in your cheeks, and he continued on to save you from the embarrassment of stuttering like a fool in front of him, which he regularly made you do.

“I see Rhaenyra finally got her hands on you,” he said, twisting a loose curl around his finger. 

“She did,” you nodded. “I’m not quite sure what her fascination with it is. Who knows how many times I’ve wished for hers. Your family has beautiful hair. I’ve hardly ever met anyone with mine, aside from a few Tully’s. Even so, theirs is auburn, they blend in well enough. I might as well have lit a flame atop my head.”

“That’s a good thing. Everyone else is dreadfully boring. You stand out.” 

Daemon was still transfixed with your hair, twirling it around his finger. You watched him, amused.

“I suppose so. As do you. But yours is regarded as royal. It shines like a silver star. What is mine like? A..uh, a–”

“A dragon,” He interrupted your thoughts, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. You held your breath under his icy gaze. He reassured you a second time. “Like a dragon.”

“I don’t understand.” You shook your head, confused. 

Daemon gazed down at you thoughtfully, gently moving you to stand behind him. You remained silent and followed his lead as he led you to the edge of the pit, where Caraxes had settled. He kept a protective arm in front of you, although he knew Caraxes wouldn’t harm you. 

“Caraxes,” He called, clicking his tongue to get the dragon’s attention. “Sōvegon.”

Fly.

Caraxes flapped his wings, lifting into the sky. 

“Dracarys!” 

Caraxes let a tumbling roar emerge from his throat, breathing fire into the sky above him. 

You watched in wonder, feeling the heat on your skin as the flames danced in the sky. Daemon slid his hand into yours, turning your attention back to him. 

“You’re like a dragon, with hair to match. Flames and heat, scorching to the touch. Like an inferno, embers dancing in the sky. You might not have the hair of a Targaryen, but you have the heart of one. Caraxes can sense it, and I can sense it. You’re akin to fire, like me. And it’s beautiful. Wear it with pride. Wear it with power.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, filled with overwhelming emotion. You squeezed his hand in yours, and he bent down, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Issa gevie, se iksā gevie. Ñuha mele. Ñuha perzys. Ñuha zaldrīzes.”

It is beautiful, and you are beautiful. My red. My fire. My dragon. 

You brought a palm up to rest on his cheek, swiping a thumb across his cheekbone, before running your fingers through his hair. 

“Ñuha qēlos,” you returned, watching Daemon fight the flush that crept onto his cheeks.

My star.

“Aōhon,” he nodded, holding you close to him, one of his hands finding its way back into your curls.

Yours.

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A/N - Hi! Sorry this is kinda short, I’ve been really busy and haven’t had the chance to write. This was my first time writing for Daemon, I hope it’s alright. 

[smol-bean-of-the-smols]

Wungoing on this fine Wednesday yet again for Kajii's 3rd main scene!

Starting off, I would like to thank Studio Bones for my favorite frame from this episode. See, him face:

and this gem also because he's adorable

these REALLY cool sequences which i still cannot get over:

some gems from the manga: his hand (for no reason i promise) and his silly silhouette

And an acknowledgement of his shamelessness in admitting he was not, in fact, wearing underwear. Good for him ❤.

NOW LETS GET INTO THE SERIOUS STUFF.

It's this scene that hints at Kajii's depth as a character because he says himself how he views the world. (I'll be quoting the physical manga translation here because it's the most reliable.) He says that the world "was hollow from the very start" and that "the meaning of life and happiness are nothing more than signals from the brain". There was another translation where he calls the world "tedious". From this alone, I'd wager that he used to be depressed (and possibly still is; we see how well Dazai's able to hide it, and we know Kajii's good at acting AND that his personality is a choice), especially since the protagonist of "Lemon" is depressed. Now I'm not sure what kind of point I'm trying to make here, but I think it's able to be dissected and could hint at a possibly tragic past, like most other Port Mafia members.

Secondly, he cites this as why he toys with the world through science. Now, he says something very interesting that he has yet to really elaborate on. "Meddlers like me are the ones closest to the supreme truth!" It's possibly related to how he views God and death, but that's all we really have to work with. He clearly views things through a peculiar lens and I'd love for that to be expanded upon.

And my last point is that Kajii cares about whether Mori (or, "The Grand Marshal of Space") lives or dies because he allows Kajii to carry out his experiments. Which leads me to the question: what on earth was he doing BEFORE he joined the mafia? Before he got that freedom? With the mafia, he has security in some way, I'm sure, like getting him out of trouble, giving him a dangerous reputation, etc, but what was he like without that? Was he still bold and risky? Or was he a different person entirely and only became what he is now because he could finally do what he wanted with significantly less consequence?

Basically, this scene created a LOT of questions, especially for someone like me who thinks about every single detail.

Anyway, I love this scene because despite how small it is, it gave a lot of information to chew on. And I am chewing.

Look at him having fun ❤

Also holy shit the light novels were not lying, those buildings are STRONG. They let him blow it up so close to the foundation,,,

[greatyme]

This is pure speculation and I could be totally wrong, but I kind of wonder if Qian never actually asked Yuan to go abroad. It starts in episode 6 when Qian and San Pang are talking about what Qian should do instead of just staying at the office 24/7 and I think San Pang could be responsible for this whole ordeal.

“Or maybe get Yuan to move out” who proposes that? Not Qian! San Pang does. And we do NOT see Qian’s response. We don’t know what Qian’s genuine answer is at all! It just cuts to San Pang coming to Yuan’s home. If anything the fact that San Pang is coming home to get Qian’s stuff for a business trip makes me think Qian made the decision to leave instead of kicking Yuan out.

San Pang is a meddler. He’s getting himself involved into their relationship for better or for worse. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s the one who plotted this. Qian HAD been setting aside money for Yuan to study abroad before Yuan ever confessed, that much is true. It could be that he told San Pang about the money and instructed him to tell Yuan to leave but originally studying abroad was never related to Yuan’s feelings for Qian.

“Does he hate me that much that he can’t even tell me this himself?” That’s the line that really gave me this feeling of “what if he never told him to leave at all.” And San Pang doesn’t have to say much, just that it’s what Qian wants, and Yuan agrees because of course he’ll do what his Ge asks of him. “He wants me to leave, the sooner the better, right?” and off he goes.

But Qian cries!! He leaves that bracelet!!! Couldn’t Qian be sad thinking Yuan has decided to leave??? Because if Qian didn’t tell him to go, he would have to assume (or San Pang would tell him directly) that Yuan left on his own volition. I mean, Qian and Yuan are literally not on speaking terms at this point. A misunderstanding could be so easy.

THEN, in the trailer we get bits that we don’t have full context for yet like this dialogue exchange between Yuan and San Pang:

“San Pang, thank you.” “Me?” “I thought a lot while I was abroad. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to go to the US and achieved this. I’m very grateful for you.” IF IT WEREN’T FOR WHOOOOO????? SAN PANG AGAIN! He doesn’t thank Qian at all!!! So maybe somewhere along the line of studying abroad/returning home he found out it was really San Pang who came up with this plan all along (I also feel like San Pang’s expression looks a little guilty…). Hell, maybe he even came back because he learns Qian never asked him to leave.

“Why did you suddenly come back?” so it was sudden… it HAS been 4 years which is a full college term for most Americans and I’d assume he’d come back after finishing his studies and yet Qian notes it’s sudden (although counter argument, Yuan could’ve just come back without warning anyone ig).

“Didn’t you ask me to come back when I miss home?” Yuan could be lying a little here. Of course he would miss home. He would miss Qian and Lili the whole time he was there because he left due to Qian’s supposed wishes. But he also could be hiding the fact that he learned San Pang made him think Qian wanted him gone. And then we get the scene at the dinner table I mentioned before where Yuan thanks San Pang, thus revealing this fact to Qian. It would be a beautifully petty moment if that was the case. This latter part could be too much of a stretch, but for now I’m a little suspicious of San Pang’s involvement in the decision to study abroad. I guess we’ll have to find out in the coming episodes…

[writeforfandoms]

Fall Into Me 9

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Rose deals with the fallout of the graffiti, and discovers she has more help than she could have guessed.

Warnings: Swearing, Feels, these men are on a mission now, teasing.

Word count: 1.3k

Eventual Rose x 141/Los Vaqueros. Eventual.

The best thing Rose could really say about that day was that it passed. Far, far too many of her customers commented on the graffiti when they came in, expressing concern and condolences. Her smile was brittle after fifteen minutes, and Gaz quickly but gently exiled her to making drinks and took over talking to people. 

It stung, a little, but she didn’t fight him. She didn’t have the energy to fight him. 

After the morning rush, he pushed a cup of tea at her. Rose briefly made a face but took the tea.

“I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Not coddling you,” he immediately denied. “I’d do this for any friend.”

She swallowed a mouthful of tea to hide the way her heart clenched at that declaration. Friend. She didn’t have a lot of those, even fewer she considered to be truly trustworthy, so to have him say it so easily… Well. She enjoyed that far too much.

“I don’t normally let friends work for me,” she drawled, catching the way his smile brightened. “But I suppose I’ll allow it for today.” 

Gaz chuckled and nudged her. “What else needs doing?” 

Rose thought about it for a moment, her gaze wandering over to the window. She wanted that gone, desperately. But she also wasn’t sure she was brave enough to face it long enough to scrub it off the window.

“Hey, told you we’d take care of that,” Gaz murmured, stepping closer and nudging her to pull her gaze back to him. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Rose raised one eyebrow. “That is literally physically impossible for me,” she drawled. “I’m going to worry about it until it’s gone.”

He huffed. “Trust me, won’t be there much longer.”

She narrowed her eyes a little but didn’t question it. Yet. “I suppose you could make a help wanted sign to stick in the window,” she offered casually. 

“Yeah? Thinking you’re ready to hire someone?” 

“Thinking I need to,” she corrected with a little huff. “Because I can’t work seven days a week.” 

He nodded once, though she could see the wheels turning. “You have any social media for this place?”

“Uh. No.” Rose blinked, caught off guard.

“Shame.” Gaz smirked to himself as he located a pen. 

“What are you planning?”

“Who, me?”

“Yes you, you meddler.” 

“Nothing.” His grin had grown to shit-eating proportions now. “Just a question, love.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Rose eyed him but decided he wasn’t going to give up the information that easily. She’d just have to play the long game. 

Of course, she immediately got distracted when Price walked in, Soap and Rodolfo waving to her as they walked through the shop and out front, Soap carrying a bucket full of frothy soapy water. 

“What?” She blinked, gaze darting between the men. This was beginning to feel distinctly tactical, the way they were tackling her problems. 

“Security camera outside got a good enough shot of the man responsible,” John told her, leaning against the counter. Gaz slipped unobtrusively over to a table, out of the way. “How d’you want to handle this?”

Rose fidgeted, chewing on her lower lip. A quick glance at John’s eyes showed no judgment, no expectations. Just patience. “I’d rather not, actually.”

“You sure?” 

She nodded once. “I mean, if there’s a way to get him on some kind of watchlist, make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone. But otherwise, keep me out of it.” Her smile was a little bitter. She wasn’t very brave, and she knew it. She liked things quieter. 

John nodded once, and that was that. “You should have a few cameras in here,” he said, clearly moving on to the next item on his mental list. 

“Never had the time to properly research that.” Rose shrugged. She also rarely had the disposable income to put towards something like that. Not that she was going to spell that out for John. 

His lips twitched, and she thought he knew anyway. “One there,” he said, pointing to a spot above the prep area. “And one there.” He pointed again across the store. “Cover basically the whole place. Could do one in the back too, if you wanted.” 

Rose tilted her head slowly, blinking. “Alright,” she agreed slowly. “Is there a certain one you recommend?” 

He nodded, fighting down a smile. “Won’t take long to get them installed.”

“Wait, installed?” Rose blinked at him, feeling like she was missing some vital part of the conversation here. 

“Got a dozen up in my office, darling,” John told her, no longer fighting down the smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his amusement, and she tried hard not to be distracted by that. “I’ll have Ghost bring ‘em down and we’ll install them.”

“But–” Rose blinked. Private security. Right. “John, those are for your business.”

John shrugged. “And? Can’t exactly report me to the boss, darling.” 

She frowned at him, struggling for a moment to verbalize the rest of her concern. “I can’t…”

“Love.” John lowered his voice a little, leaning in closer. “Don’t worry about it. Just let us do this, yeah?” His smile softened, something warm and almost teasing. “You can give us free tea if it makes you feel better.” 

Rose chuckled, the tension in her chest releasing. “How about cookies?” 

“Soap will be thrilled,” John drawled. “You want a camera in the back too?”

“Sure. Might as well.” Rose shrugged. The back wasn’t large - her tiny office and a tiny kitchen, just big enough for her to make cookies. The storage area was more of a closet, really, which is why she kept a close eye on supplies. 

John nodded. “Good. Won’t take long.” One of his hands closed over hers, big and warm, his thumb pressing gently to the delicate underside of her wrist. “Worth it to have you safe.” 

Rose swallowed but nodded slowly, heart thundering along in her chest. “Keep being so nice to me and you’ll never get rid of me,” she said, trying for joking but falling a little shy.

The flash of his grin was brief and amused. “Why do you think we keep coming back, darling?” He released her and stepped away, leaving her floundering. 

A quick look showed that Soap and Rodolfo were working on scrubbing off the spraypaint, and Gaz was doing something with his phone, tongue poking out between his lips. 

She had a little time.

Sneaking into the back was easy, and it took very little time to whip up a batch of cookie dough. A quick peek out front showed Gaz behind the counter, no customers in the shop, with John and Ghost working together quietly to install one of the cameras. Good enough.

The timer beeping pulled everyone’s attention briefly to the back, and Rose hummed a bit as she pulled the cookies out of the oven. They needed to cool a little before she took them off the baking sheets, but given five minutes, she’d be able to deliver fresh cookies to the guys. 

To her guys.

The thought gave her pause, both because of how right it felt and how possessive it was. But, well… They were her friends now. And the way at least a couple of them flirted, more was not out of the question. 

But it was a question for later, because she did not have the mental capacity for this right now. 

Using two of the actual plastic plates she had, she carried the cookies out to one of the tables. “Anyone want a snack?” 

Watching Soap try to dive on an entire plate for himself (only to be blocked by Ghost) was enough to have her nearly in stitches. But not enough to distract her from Gaz taking a picture of the plate in front of him before typing rapidly into his phone. She could ask… but she decided not to. 

Especially since the thought of them being her guys circled around and around in her head, refusing to give her any rest. 

She really needed to get herself sorted.

[ohmerricat]

watching the time meddler so i can be up to date for the mrs merridew* theory and all i can say about the first doctor is… damn he really does look like a teenager who’s trying to act older than his years so they put on this affectation of calling people ‘my dear’ and ‘young man’ to hide the fact that they’re. you know. new to all of this. peak Mum I’m Not A Kid Anymore I’m In Middle School Now vibes. i’m not stupid i know this wasn’t the intention at all when one’s era was airing and he was actually supposed to be seen as an elderly man with authority and gravitas but in hindsight it really does read like “heehee hoohoo i’m an old man (young by time lord standards) cosplaying how i believe an old man should act”. love him

(*a lot of people online are inclined to believe she’s playing “the nun”: she reappears throughout history in a way only a time traveller can; in either the wby or corr script it says “we’ll be seeing more of her”; she insists upon newton sitting under the apple tree ‘until he has a very good idea’ almost as if she’s aware of the repercussions the doctor and donna’s arrival will have on the name of his theory; she asks ruby’s band to play gaudete which is a religious song; and “mrs merridew” has the same initials as meddling monk)

[dearweirdme]

Why are Jikookers so desperate to have Jimin be with JK? Why does the desperation blind them to reality and make them speak nonsense and drag Taehyung? What do they get out of it? Do they think they are helping Jimin or Jungkook by hurting someone they care for?

I cannot understand how Jikookers can witness Jungkook calling Taehyung the most handsome man in the world over and over again in various ways and still think he'd prefer Jimin's looks. If he were really with Jimin, the insane amount of times he has said how handsome Taehyung is would be a problem in a relationship. Jungkook clearly means it and wants to say it.....often!

I cannot understand how Jikookers dismiss all the dates and private trips  Taekook have taken with one another over the years or the fact that Jungkook is clearly friends with all Taehyung's friends. I haven't seen the same with any other BTS members.

I cannot understand how Jikook have 2 strong competing ships plus an ex girlfriend to compete with and are still so confident in their ship with barely any evidence, most of which can be easily debunked.

I also cannot understand how Jikookers can vilify Taehyung when we know how much Jimin and Jungkook both love him and vice-versa. My only conclusion is that they may be part of that 4% part of the population that are sociopaths. I am serious, because it makes zero sense.

Hi anon!

I actually understand very well why Jkk is a ship. Ships aren't really special. There's many of them, I can name quite a few from the top of my head.. some even out of kpop spaces. People like the idea of two celebs together and enjoy when they interact. Most ships are just that though. Jk and Jm have great chemistry, they have a genuine close friendship, they are seen together a lot, and they are both extremely popular individuals.. that's basically all that's needed for a ship to exist I think.

It does cross a certain border when thing are being made up though. When things are made into something they are not. Jkkrs do this to an extreme extent. From theories with numbers and data that are based on their own ideas and not on Jk and Jm's, to thinking Jm was hiding in a bathroom when Jk and Tae were doing a live together. From making a bitemark which Jm and Jk themselves explained into a hickey, to making enlistment some sort of romantic statement. And the most harmfull thing they do, is paint Tae as the villain, as the meddler, the queerbaiter, the attentionseeker. They completely go against what both Jk and Jm have said about their relationship with Tae. It's the creation of animosity between three guys who are best friends, no matter what you feel about their relationships.

All members call each other cute and handsome and whatnot, so I don't feel this is a strong point, same goes for the hangouts and friends minlging, because Jk and Jm do also hang out without Tae and they do share similar friends if I'm correct. But those things are not what make Jk and Tae real for me, and what make Jm and JK not real.

It's in the way they interact. And in that we find a real difference, because Tae and Jk are closer physically.. and they do drift to each other more. I've been doing a lot of rewatching.. and every episode or interview I watch I ask myself... what is it? I understand missing Tae and Jk's closeness to a certain degree, but I do not understand how people can see Jm and Jk and think... that's romance. Also a big one... there is no mystery between Jk and Jm.. like, at all!

[muzelor]

LIKE,  MAN!    what's  scarier  than  tangling  with  monsters,  you  ask?    like,  apparently  saving  'em.    mystery  incorporated's  bait  guy  was  off  to  the  vet,  with  his  trusty  hound  by  his  side.    BUT  GET  THIS,    this  vet  wasn't  your  run  of  the  mill.    velma  had  heard  about  @storyofwhoiam  on  one  of  their  previous  missions    :    some  dude  who  deals  with  the  supernatural,  well,  sorta.    so,  when  he  opens  the  door  to  this  doc's  place,  scooby  marches  right  in,  sniffing  out  those  tasty  dog  treats.    and,  like,  shaggy  follows  suit,  with  the  door  slamming  shut  behind  him,  leaving  him  with  a  major  case  of  the  jitters.    ❝  uhm,  hey,  doc  rosa?  ❞    he  stammered,  trying  to  choke  down  the  lump  in  his  throat  from  the  whole  spooky  vibe,    ❝  i,  uh,  need  some  help  with,  y'know,  a,  uh,  special  kinda  pet.  ❞    cue  the  wiggling of the brows,  hoping  doc  would  catch  his  drift.

[the-avaricious-meddler]

Name: Namkuzu Moniker: The Avaricious Meddler (present), The A_______ Meddler (future) Age: 4000+ Species: Debatably human  Gender/Pronouns: No, They/it Ambition: Light Fingers (False-Star Ending) Profession: Crooked-Cross Lodgings: A Handsome Townhouse, Various Hideouts Across London Closest To: Urchins Other Close Affiliations: LF crew (Allies), The Hybrid (child), Mr Fires (Object of Obsession), The Manager of The Royal Bethlehem (Object of Obsession), The New Sequence (Dubiously Allies), The Great Game (Red), Mourners (As much allies as they can be, which is not much), The Rowdy Corsair & Co. (Allies), Hell, Rubberies, Starved Men, Fingerkings (Dubiously Allies, on shaky terms), Cats (Dubiously Allies) Most Valued Primary Stat(s): Shadowy, Persuasive Most Valued Advanced Stat(s): Mithridacy, Shapeling Arts Ship: Nyx-Class Zubmersible Estivals Experienced: Horticulture Hell, The Sixth Coil

Exceptional/Premium stories canon to this character: 

-The Icarian Cup                                     -Inheritance -Homecoming                                         -Paisley -Cricket, Anyone?                                   -Written in The Glim -The Ballad of Johnny Croak                -The Bloody Wallpaper -Say it With Flowers                               -The Sunken River -The Shallows                                         -There is The Richest Juice in Poison Flowers -Uncovering Secrets Framed in Gold -The Green King -A Newt by Any Other Name               -Slobgollion -Arcana                                                   -Deja Vu -The Clay Man's Arm                            -The Laws of The Game -The Stolen Song                                   -The Stripes of Wrath

Personality: Impulsive, selfish, obsessive, and has a tendency to betray others to keep from getting attached to them. 

History: Originally from the first city, Namkuzu, through unknown means, learned the fate that awaited their home- complete destruction, and being replaced by the second city. Wishing to escape death, they made a deal with the fingerkings, allowing them to escape into a relatively safe part of Parabola. The exact cost of this deal is unknown. Also around this time, they found The Cave of The Nadir, but willingly forgot its location after an incident which resulted in a copy of them made of Irrigo being created. They were introduced to the Shapeling Arts, as well as Rubbery techniques for avoiding aging. This sparked the beginning of their obsession with immortality, though it wasn't yet nearly as bad as it would come to be. Alongside this, they also slowly learned how to change their appearance whilst still appearing human. Over time, and across cities, they took on several aliases, different identities to prevent anyone from catching onto what they were doing. And each time a new city fell, they returned to their hiding place in Parabola, never even attempting to stop it. When the fourth city was destroyed, much sooner than expected, they only barely escaped. Years passed. During a stint in New Newgate, they abandoned an old alias and took on the name "Alizaben Thomas" as they made their escape, erasing all ties to that name's records. Not long after, they learned through a contact, a music-hall singer who did jobs as a surface-runner to supplement her dwindling income, of a massive diamond ripe for the plucking. Of course, this did not go as planned. 

(Major Light fingers spoilers below)

The amount of resistance put up against their search only fueled their desire to continue, even going so far as to willingly drive themself mad in the house of mirrors to get into the Royal Beth to find the singer's sister Clara, and not turn back when it came time to break into the Orphanage after both were captured. They did not take Poor Edward's threats of burying them alive seriously. They really should have. Because they got caught, and he did just that. Fortunately for them, they'd been tending to a particular plant, and it rescued them from certain, continuous deaths. Undeterred, they returned to the Orphanage- and this time, they succeeded. After rescuing Clara, they set the Orphanage alight and escaped on a stolen dirigible. From there, and now fairly certain the diamond they originally sought did not exist, but in too deep to back out, they set out knowledge of the roof and its inhabitants. Which led them to one Doctor Vaughan, who they tracked down and met with great effort. Their alliance was, at first, shaky at best. Neither trusted the other all that much, but it was clear that Clara would die without intervention, so there were no other options. With what they learned, they prepared for a trip to the roof, and after a brief distraction from Poor Edward, they ascended. After gaining what they needed from a Moon-mother to make Clara's condition- pregnancy with a human moon-miser hybrid- survivable, at least for Clara, they left the roof into Parabola, ending up on the skin of the sun. Unfortunately, this was a great offense to The Boil of Calamities, and by extension, the fingerkings- they tread on sacred ground without permission. Having already offended the fingerkings in the past by attempting to create an artificial facsimile of one, Namkuzu knew it would be difficult to mollify them, and as such, they fled into the jungle with their companions. Preparing the rest of the birth was no easy task either, and they ended up having a run-in with a Master of The Bazaar- Mr Fires, who had one of the needed materials. Agreeing to give the hybrid to it once it was capable of leaving Parabola, they were given the material- and, at Fires' suggestion, burned down Wines' library of love stories where they'd had the meeting. They hadn't been lying when they said they'd give the hybrid to Fires. But that plan was ruined by one simple fact: they got attached. Having known the hybrid- their child- and seeing it grow up, they decided they simply could not hand it over to its fate. But how they would save it, they did not know.

[timey-fandom-stuff]

"What, playing by the rules wasn't enough for you?"

"In that case... Let's play a new game, just you and me."

"I'm gonna count to ten, and if you're still there..."

"I'll make you disappear. Better get hiding."

'The Kriptid' isn't your standard issue Kris Dreemurr; it's hard to say what they qualify as these days. A few too many tweaks by an over-zealous Deltarune modder have left them irreparably changed. They don't appreciate what 'meddlers' have done to them or their world.

Are they human? Are they a monster? A secret third thing, it seems.

If you're lucky, they'll never be more than a fleeting shadow at the edge of your screen, a flicker of pixels you can't quite identify. To most they're nothing but an elusive urban myth. And to those who dwell within, they're merely a mysterious vagabond with a discomforting sense of humor and an eerily detached disposition... And a notable aversion to being directly observed. Their nickname seems all too apt.

But to those Players who reach a little too deep into the code...

Well, that's a whole other story, now isn't it?

[wizardbracket]

Round 5: Match 3 of 4

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE BREAK

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Merlin:

Vanquished (so far): The Hobgoblin, J'zargo, Big Hat Logan, The Discworld Librarian

"This Merlin is me in 50 years"

"voted merlin for his tboy swag"

"Sword in the stone merlin does not give a single shit. He should win"

"sword in stone merlin is an absolute riot and i need him to win this"

“He is the kookiest old bat. He's a time-travelling meddler. He's all those posts that say "I'm going to give a medieval child doritos and see what happens."

"MER-LIN! MER-LIN! Cheering for him like it's an arena"

"sword in the stone merlin is SUCH an icon"

"Merlin is like, THE shitty wizard"

"this is my merlin and I luff him"

M. Rasmodius:

Vanquished (so far): Green Mage, Kouchou, Xanax, Vivi Ornitier

"u meet this man for the first time and he gives you mystery drugs that’s the most wizard behavior"

"rasmodius can trans your gender

"he has a badass monster-slaying daughter"

"He lives secluded in a tower making potions in a big as cauldron. Is untouchable (cannot romance)"

"rasmodius did my top surgery I could never not vote for him"

"he is PURPLE. he lives in a FOREST TOWER. he lets you talk to ADORABLE SPIRITS"

"If you don't vote for my purple divorced cowboy Wizard i will cry. He gives you drug soup and he stops a fight between two of your best supernatural friends."

"He gives the player forest drugs, lives in a badass fucking tower in the forest, and has purple hair. Peak wizard swag."

"Divorced man hiding in the wood"

[criminalisticonsultant]

If you didn't kidnap him, why is he in the hospital? What did you do to him?? You... SNAKE!!

I simply provided him with what he was there for!

Poor little Sherlock, abstaining from the drugs he loves oh so much, for his pet doctor.

Kept crying about how his pet would leave him for it, too. He can hide behind his mask all he wants, but who travels allll the way to Greece and sneaks onto a drug transport ship without intent to sneak a sniff or two?

And I was all too happy to help! Anything for my dearest Sherlock. Anything at all.

No, if he's in hospital, it can hardly be my fault. I calculated the dosage to what he was used to. Obviously.

I do have to say, I got something out of it too. Satisfaction of helping, the wonderful taste of fresh grown man tears, and a reminder to meddlers to back off.

[somacruising]

Tales of the Rays: Mirrage Prison

Chapter 6: The Atoning Hero and Remorseful Chosen (Part 9)

(Part 8) | (Part 10)

Zelos left the party to take Chester back to the Kerykeion, so now Kratos and Sync have gone to look for where Mithos is hiding out. Let's see what they find!

Sync: …According to Caius’ map, Mithos’ shelter should be somewhere around here, right? I haven’t noticed any signs of it. ……カイウスの地図によるとこの辺りにミトスの避難所があるんだろ？それらしいものが見当たらないけど。

Kratos: …He wouldn’t make it easy to find. Mithos and the rest of us were often being pursued during our former travels. ……すんなりと見つかるようには作らないだろう。ミトスと私たちはかつての旅の間ずっと敵に追われていた。

Kratos: He knows exactly how to keep himself hidden. どのようにすれば身を隠せるかはよく心得ている。

Sync: —Hold it. Something’s here. ——待った。何かいるよ。

Kratos: Is that… この気配は……。

[ NOISHE ENTERS ]

Sync: A monster…!? 魔物……！？

Kratos: Noishe!? ノイシュ……！？

Noishe: Fuaaoo… フォーン……。

Sync: …What’s this…weird thing? Is it your pet? ……何、この変な生き物。アンタのペット？

Kratos: Well…he’s something close. まぁ……そんなようなものだ。

Kratos: So, you were exoflected, too, Noishe. Why are you out here, aren’t you traveling with Lloyd? ノイシュ、お前も具現化されていたのか。何故ここにいる？ロイドと一緒ではないのか？

Noishe: *whines* キュウーンキュンキュン……。

Kratos: …Don’t tell me that you’re here with Mithos? ……まさか、ミトスと一緒にいるのか？

Sync: Ha…? What, you can actually talk to this weird thing? は……？何、この変なのと会話できる訳？

Kratos: Noishe is a highly intelligent life form. ノイシュは高度な知能を持つ知的生命体だ。

[ NOISHE WALKS AWAY ]

Kratos: He seems to want me to follow him. 付いてこいと言っているようだ。

Sync: Hmm, this reminds me of Arietta… まぁ、アリエッタみたいなものか……。

[ SCENE CHANGE TO MITHOS’ SHELTER ]

Noishe: Fuaaooo! フォーン！

Mithos: Noishe, don’t be so loud, okay? ノイシュ、大きな声で鳴いちゃ駄目だよ？

Kratos: Mithos… ミトス……。

Mithos: …Noishe must have brought you here. What a meddler. ……ノイシュが連れてきたのか。お前はお節介だね。

Noishe: *bark* ワフ！

Mithos: What do you want? You didn’t come here by coincidence, did you? 何か用？偶然なんてことはないでしょう？

Kratos: We’ve received a message from someone named Aster. Martel is being held at the Tidal Temple. アステルという人物からの伝言を預かってきた。マーテルは海鳴りの神殿にいるとのことだ。

Mithos: ！？

Kratos: Do you know where the Ocean Temple is? お前は海鳴りの神殿の場所を知っているか。

Mithos: …I do. It’s a temple connected to Mercuria’s villa. ……知ってるよ。メルクリアの離宮から繋がる神殿だ。

Sync: You going to head over there and rampage? 行って暴れてくるつもり？

Mithos: Only if someone has happened to my sister. 姉さまに何かしていればね。

Kratos: I’ll go with you. 私も共に行こう。

Mithos: ………。

Kratos: Some extra strength won’t hinder you. 戦力が増えて困ることはあるまい。

Sync: Hey, if you’re going with him, that means I have no choice but to go, too. ねえ、アンタが行くってことは自動的にボクも行かなきゃいけないんだけど。

Mithos: This guy’s coming with us? Won’t he just be deadweight? こいつも来るの？足手まといなんじゃない？

Sync: You tell me. Want to try me and find out? 言ってくれるね。何なら試してみる？

Mithos: Aren’t you a little out of your depth? I could kill you without even lifting my sword. 身の程知らずも大概にしたら？お前なんか剣を使わなくてもすぐ殺せるよ。

Sync: Then go ahead and kill me, Siscon Boy. だったら殺してみせてよ、シスコン坊や。

Kratos: —That’s enough. Sync is highly skilled, Mithos. You haven’t seen him fight yet. ——いい加減にしないか。ミトス、シンクは手練れだ。それがわからぬお前ではないだろう。

Mithos: I was just annoyed about being underestimated by such a small fry. ボクの力も見誤るような雑魚は邪魔だと思っただけだよ。

Sync: —Why you! ——貴様っ！

Kratos: Mithos, Sync, both of you cut it out! Those who possess true power don’t blindly wave it about. ミトス！シンク！やめなさい。本当に力を持つ者は、むやみにそれを振り回したりはしないものだ。

Kratos: In that sense, both of you are still weak. そういう意味ではお前たちは二人とも弱者だ。

Mithos & Sync: ………。

Kratos: —Mithos, may I ask you something? What is this collection of old books here, are you researching something? ——ミトス。一つ尋ねて構わぬか？ここには随分古い書物も集めているようだが何か調べているのか？

Mithos: I’m looking for information about spirits. 精霊について、ちょっとね。

Kratos: Spirits? Does this have to do with Demitrius’s plan? 精霊？やはりデミトリアスの計画に関することなのか？

Mithos: I don’t care what that deadbeat thinks he’s doing. I’m just…concerned. I’m worried that there might be a spirit version of Martel on this world. あんな死に損ないの考える計画なんてどうでもいい。ただボクは心配してるだけ。精霊マーテルの存在の可能性について。

Kratos: A spirit version of Martel? What are you talking about? Martel isn’t a spirit. 精霊マーテル？何を言っている。マーテルは精霊ではないだろう。

Mithos: —So, you don’t know. Mm…yes, all right. You don’t need to know. For now, at least. ——クラトスは知らないんだね。うん……そうだったね。だったら知る必要はないよ。今のところはね。

Mithos: Let’s get going to the Ocean Temple. I’ll bring us there. それより海鳴りの神殿へ行こう。ボクが案内する。

Sync: What about this Noishe thing? このノイシュとか言う変なのはどうするのさ。

Kratos: Noishe isn’t good with monsters. He should stay here. Or… ノイシュは魔物が苦手だ。この家にいた方がいい。あるいは……。

Kratos: No, it’s fine. Stay here and wait for Mithos to return, Noishe. ——いや、いい。ここでミトスの帰りを待っていてくれ。

Noishe: *whines* キューン……。

Mithos: Noishe, be a good boy. ノイシュ、いい子にしているんだよ。

Sync: …What a weird face. You don’t look that intelligent to me. ……変な顔。知恵があるようには見えないな。

Noishe: *barks* ワフン……。

(Part 8) | (Part 10)