#riiiiight before the planet takes over their body

[redhotarsenic]

A Cruel Mockery Of Taxidermy

[westfrosts]

Apple Pies - Colt x MC

You rushed across the halls, trying to avoid the busy students before they crammed the stairways, eager to get home just like you. You knew you could chunk in some extra studying at home and maybe watch a movie if you got home fast enough. But as you thought about home, your heart ached as you remembered everything you hid from your father. Guilt was inevitable. I'm the worst daughter on the planet. I really don’t deserve a father like him. Shaking your head with a sigh, you decided you would stop dwelling on it.

 The fresh, crisp air hit you as soon as you got to the parking lot. The buses were getting ready to leave. Frantically, you broke into a sprint, but before you could make any distance, you saw Logan step in front of you.  

 Damn it. Just what I need right now.

 You couldn't stop your eyes from rolling. “Is there something you need? I have a bus to catch and I'm tired of seeing you at my school unannounced. Borderline creepy, if I may add.” There was no point in biting your tongue anymore.

 Logan raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smile on his face is unmistakable. “Phew, easy there, Tiger! I was actually here on business, another car deal success, as you know.”

“Riiiiight. I'll just be on my way,” you looked around and saw the buses had already disappeared. “Ugh, give me a ride, you're the reason I'm gonna be late.” You sighed, already walking towards his ride.

 Logan laughed, but still let you into his car. “Home?”

 “No, duh. Gotta study,” you shook your head, putting on your seatbelt, “I still intend on being the valedictorian.”

 “I see, the double life isn't for you,” said Logan, as he turned the wheel, “I have to see the gang first and grab something, is that okay?”

 You sighed. “Can't you do it after you’ve dropped me off?”

 “Let's say it's time sensitive.”

 You snorted at his attempt at being mysterious. “Never change,” you quickly added, “I'm being sarcastic if you couldn’t tell.”

 Logan rolled his eyes as he drove into the M.P.C garage hideout and then unlocked the door for you to get out. “It seems like you’re not in the mood today, Y/N. I'll be back in a couple minutes to take you home.”

 “Great,” you said, extra cheery before you grabbed your bag. You looked for a place to chill until then, but you suddenly felt arms surround you from behind your back, wrapping you up tightly in a bear hug. You went rigid as you attempted to get them off of you, until you heard Ximena's voice. “Y/N! I haven't seen you in awhile!” she cheered, as she continued to give you a bone-crushing back hug.

 “God, Ximena you gave me a heart attack!” you almost shouted, trying to breathe through her vice grip.

 “You wouldn't want to kill her before she becomes top of her class, Ximena,” said Colt, you heard him before you saw him.

 Ximena laughs at the jab before letting go, “Damn, can’t a chick hug someone around here?”

 You brushed yourself off, raising your eyes at him, “Actually, I am at the top of my class,” you covered up a smile before you said, “By the way, your fly is open.”

 Colt's eyes widened as he fussed over himself and went to zip up his jeans before he realized it wasn't true. By then his face was already flushed, seeing his reddened face brought a smile to your own. You just wanted to squeeze those cheeks. You laughed. “You really fell for that!”

 “You're not funny,” Colt grumbled, before folding his arms across his chest, “What are you even doing around here, come to see Logan the Lover Boy?” he taunted.

 “Nice to see you too,” you rolled your eyes.

 Ximena clasped her hands as she said, “Okay you two, quit it. Kaneko wants these cars repaired and in top shape before he comes back.” By then, you’d lost track of Logan but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, though the idea of turning up late at home again gnawed away at you and the guilt you felt earlier today felt like a ton of bricks on your shoulders.

 You were distracted from your raging thoughts when Mona came out to fix her own car and stayed off to herself. You couldn’t help but marvel at her outfit, how she constantly managed to look good while pretty much being off the grid was beyond you.

 You set your school bag down and took a seat next to Colt as he worked on a car. You rested your chin on your hand as your eyes watched him working with intrigue. Damn, that jawline could cut a bitch...

 Colt glanced curiously at you before returning his gaze to his car. “Do you need something? Why are you so obsessed with me?” He grunted, as he tweaked the engine.

 Your eyes widened as you chuckled. “It's actually the other way around. You're the one that approached me when we first met, you know, always dropping your little comments every time I was around.”

 Colt narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth, but you quickly interrupted him, “Not that I mind.”

 “...You're bold.”

 “I know. You like it?”

 Colt pressed his lips together, slowly moving his eyes towards your face with thinly veiled curiosity, before moving his gaze back to the car in front of him. “Just what game are you playing, Wheeler?”

 “...Alright then,” you sighed quietly, looking down in disappointment. You took out your phone to see the time and gasped when you saw how long it had been. “Ugh, just where is Logan? He was supposed take me home after he grabbed something.”

 Colt rolled his eyes, seemingly irritated, “How would I know? I guess your Prince Charming left you behind.”

 You stood up and pulled on your backpack with a sigh. “Shut up. Can you give me a ride? Please, I need to get home.”

 “No.”

 “C’mon Colt, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

 “Hmmm, let me think about it… No. Go ask someone else.”

 “Pleeease?” You asked with a pout, stretching the word out and grabbing one of his hands in both of yours. His spanner clattered to the ground noisily as Colt blinked up at you, almost unseeingly.  Colt stared into your eyes, with an unreadable look in his own. “...Okay, fine,” he sighed, shaking your hand off and rubbing the back of his neck instead.

 You squealed, jumping up and down before running to his motorcycle, “Well come on then, Pretty Boy, I don't have all day!”

 He tossed you a helmet, “You owe me,” he said, while putting on his own, “and try not to scream in terror, I’m hoping to keep my eardrums tonight.”

 “Oh really? So on any other night, I’m free to scream as loud as I want and rupture your eardrums then?” You winked at him, a cheeky grin on your face. Colt’s mouth opened and closed like a fish before he shut it abruptly and got onto the motorcycle, seemingly lost in thought. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself.

 …

 Colt sped up across the street, steering his motorcycle as you screamed, “Oh my goooooosh!” You clutched his waist tightly, your head resting on his back. You tried to focus on the warmth emanating from his body and how nice your arms felt around him, but the wind whipping at your face and hair took your breath away faster than Colt ever could, so you squeezed the seat of the bike harder with your legs, wishing for the journey to be over already.

 “What were you saying before?” He laughed and it seemed to vibrate through him. For some reason, you thought it was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever heard. It was carefree and soft, not bitter or mirthless this time. You didn't get to hear it as often as you'd like. From that moment on, you decided to make it your mission to hear that genuine laugh as many times as you could.

 He took a shortcut, but it led to a bumpy road. “Hold tight!” he yelled over the noisy engine, before you both began bouncing around on the bike. You did as you were told, this time looking up to see the landscape around you. The houses and trees passed by quickly, almost blurring. You sighed contently, you could get used to this. For a moment, you hadn’t a care in the world, only Colt and the peaceful night life as your backdrop.

 Colt stopped in front of your house and you took your time getting off the motorcycle, not just because you didn’t want this moment to end but also because your legs felt like jelly. Colt laughed as he watched you wobble around slightly and you narrowed your eyes at him, keeping a good grip on the bike. You took a good look at him, before opening and closing your mouth a few times, lost for words. His eyes were dark and deep like you could get sucked into them, his olive skin complimented his features, his arched eyebrows were the most stunning. He had a rigid look, but managed to look gentle. You didn’t know why you were suddenly bewitched by his appearance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. In this moment, he was all that mattered.

 Colt coughed awkwardly at the silence, staring at you a little weirdly. “Are you… okay? Damn, that ride must’ve done a number on you,” he said with a chuckle.

 You scratched your neck, your face feeling hot, “I’m fine, anyway, thank you for the ride. I guess you don't suck like the rest of them.” Colt rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Suddenly, his eyes were brighter in the dim streetlight, almost glinting and gleaming. Wow… Was that a trick of the light making him seem ethereal or had that motorcycle journey really ruined you? You shook your head.

 “Gee, thanks. You really have a way with words. You sure you're the top of your class?”

 You gasped. “Shut up! ...Although, maybe you have a point. Ingrid really seems to be on top of the game lately...” You sighed, muttering the next part, “Both academically and appearance wise, she’s so pretty, I could never...” Your voice had become a whisper by the time you finished your sentence. When you looked at up, Colt had his mouth open like he was about to say something, but he closed it immediately upon seeing your gaze now on him. He looked away, fiddling around with his motorcycle with his lips pressed together.

 Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what to make of him. When you finally regained your balance, you walked up the steps of your house and quickly gave him a wave before heading inside. Wouldn’t wanna ruin the moment with my embarrassing brain.

 Colt watched you leave, his hands now in his pockets. The hell, what am I? A nervous schoolboy? Leave already. Clearing his thoughts, Colt moved onto his bike, gripping the handlebar. He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting back toward your house as he contemplated everything that had happened today. He didn't know what to think of you yet, but if the happiness and warmth that he had felt around you was anything to go off of… Are we friends now?

 …

 In the Wheeler household, your dad's cheery voice rang through the kitchen. “Y/N! How come you’re back so late? It’s 4:30 PM, did something happen at school, is everything OK?”

 You smiled sheepishly at the tone of his voice and felt bad as you once again formulated another a quick white lie. “Same old, same old. I stayed to get help from one of my teachers. Also, I think Ingrid and I are gonna be friends! I'm tired of competing with her. She doesn't seem so bad,” you said, taking off your shoes and throwing your bag on the couch, “How was your day, Dad?”

 Your dad placed a warm, steaming meat casserole on the dinner table as he removed his oven gloves, waving you over to the table. “Come on, we can talk all about my boring day later, for now, feast your eyes and mouth on this! It’s one of your mother’s recipes, I can’t believe it came out so well after not making it in years! I even put your favourite cheddar cheese on there, you know, the one you’re always snacking on in the middle of the night?”

 You gasped as your dad laughed at you, “Dad?! How do you know about my midnight missions, I thought I was being quiet.” You said with a pout.

 “How can I not know? The packet is always so loud and you chew like a dinosaur!”

 “I do not!” you gaped, “Daaaaad!”

 Soon enough, the Wheeler household was filled with laughter and joy, and the warm, yellow light streaming through the curtains onto the street was enough for Colt to feel a little melancholy. As he thought about his empty apartment, he felt a pang of jealousy. He couldn’t remember the last non-aggressive interaction between him and his father. He scoffed. Can I even call him a father? Colt shook his head, something he found he’d done a lot today.

 As you and your father finished up your meal, you sighed, sitting back with both hands on your very filled stomach. “That was amazing as always, Dad, thank you. It’s almost like Mom made it herself, though she wouldn’t put nearly as much salt in as you did…”

 Your dad gaped at you, looking severely affronted. “Excuse you, little missy! I happen to think that was a perfect replica of your mother’s recipe!” He had his hands on his hips as he narrowed his eyes at you playfully.

 You pressed your lips together before bursting out with a laugh. “I was kidding, Dad! It was perfect, Mom would’ve been proud, I’m sure of it.” You smiled sincerely and your father mirrored your expression. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you began tidying and washing up. As you turned around from finishing the dishes, you saw your father stood by the window, holding the curtain aside and looking intently at something outside.

 “Dad? What’s up, is something happening outside?” He seemed distracted looking out of the window. 

“There’s someone just sat outside on a bike out there, who is that? Do you know them by any chance?”

 Your eyes widened. A bike? Shit, it can’t be Colt, right? No, there’s just someone else with a motorbike... in our area... sat on our drive, no big deal… Right? You hurried over to your father’s side, pulling the curtain with more force than you intended before scanning your driveway. Shit!  You found Colt on his bike with his hands in his pockets, looking down somewhat forlornly. Why is he still here?!

 You stammered out slowly, “Oh, yeah... that's Colt! He took me home because I missed the school bus.” That could work, you hoped. You eagerly watched your father’s face, looking for any signs of disbelief or doubt. Please work, please work, please work!

 “You've never mentioned him before,” he said, surprised, “You're making new friends even in your last year. I'm so proud.” He gave you a little side hug, but the guilt still ate away at your heart.

 “Yeah, we just met a couple of days ago at lunch.” Your hands were starting to sweat. You were never one to lie to your dad that often. You felt extremely bad, but knew you couldn’t tell him about the M.P.C, you feared what would happen to the both of you if you did. “You know what, his bike is probably broken, I’ll go out there and figure out what’s up.”

 Your dad clapped your shoulder affectionately, “Well, let me go invite him in! I haven't seen you hanging out with anyone besides Riya and Darrius.” By the time he’d finished his sentence, he was already on his way to the door and ready to step out.

 “Dad, wait! I'll ask him...” you said, trying your best to disguise the nervousness in your voice, “He's probably got a lot to do anyway. So don't be surprised if he can't.” You put on some slippers to get ready to go out, but your heart hammered as you thought of what you could possibly say Colt.

 “I hear ‘ya. Am I not cool enough for your friends?” He asked, jokingly. You wondered how he managed to still be happy and playful even after everything he went through with your mother’s death. He's probably doing it for me. I really don't deserve him.

 “On the contrary, you're cooler than cool. The coolest amongst everyone.” You said, hoping the humour would help distract your father from inviting Colt in. Your dad crossed his arms, but still wearing his sweet smile, “I do not appreciate that sarcasm, Y/N. I’ll have you know back in my day, people begged to hang out with me,” he squinted his eyes at you a couple of seconds later, “You're stalling aren't you? I'll ask your friend myself.”

 Fuck.

 Before you could intervene, your dad opened the front door, bounding over to Colt, “Hey, son, would you like to come in? We just finished having dinner but I’m sure we can spare a plate for you,” he called out, his voice kind and trusting. Colt jumped a little when he heard your dad’s voice, looking around as if he’d forgotten where he was. He blinked a couple of times before looking between you with your widened eyes and your dad. “Sorry, what did you say?” He asked.

 “I asked if you wanted to come in, son. Come on, it’s the least we can do for dropping our Y/N back home. We’ve got some meat casserole on the menu and apple pie for dessert!” Your dad said with an easy smile. You gasped. “Apple pie?! Dad, why didn’t you tell me before? I love that!”

 “Well because I knew you’d demolish it in five seconds and I didn’t want our lovely guest to not have anything for dessert,” said your father with a shrug.

 “Wh-what… how did you know there’d be a guest? You’re not a psychic, dad.” You crossed your arms while narrowing your eyes.

 “Maybe I am, I predict this lovely fellow on this motorcycle is going to accept my invitation and he’s going to love my apple pie.” Your father said, turning to Colt and trying to wink discreetly at him.

 You gape towards Colt and shook your head briskly. “No.” You mouth towards him, shaking your head and making an ‘X’ with your arms. Colt, who was looking between you and your father in that moment with a pensive look on his face, seems to catch on and a lovely smirk appears on his lips. If your two lives collided, you knew the future would spell danger for you. You couldn’t let this happen. “Wait, Colt! Didn’t your friend Logan invite you over for dinner tonight? Yeah the one from school in Physics class. Oh no… I’m so sorry, maybe another time. Bye Colt!” You waved hurriedly at him before grabbing your father’s arm and trying to drag him back inside.

 “Oh wait! Didn’t you hear, Y/N? Logan’s car broke down and he took it to the garage after school. Looks like had to cancel. So... yeah, dinner would be great! Thank you Mr. Wheeler, if it wouldn't be too much trouble.” He got off his motorcycle, sauntering over to you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. You gape at him, sure that your eyes would come out of their sockets any second. Your hands fall to your side as your dad slings an arm around Colt’s shoulders, telling him all about the meat casserole you just ate. Colt, however, doesn’t take his eyes off yours and the smile on his face is cheeky enough to leave you speechless.

 …

 “Are you sure you're not a new student? I think I would've met your parents.” Your dad questioned, oblivious. He looked at Colt with soft eyes, looking like he actually wanted to get to know him. In that moment, you almost wanted to let Colt and your father get on, uninterrupted. You knew how much a father figure would mean to him but you also knew you couldn’t leave this conversation unchecked, lest your secrets be spilled.

 Zoning back into the conversation, you almost choked on your food thinking of a lie to say before Colt could try to reveal anything. The M.P.C crew, your double life, anything. But before you could open your mouth, Colt glanced at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he said, “No, I'm not. My family just keeps to themselves.”

 The rest of the time, you were hyperventilating over what Colt would say or if your dad would figure out Colt's father led M.P.C, the very gang he was after. But for the time being, he seemed to understand your situation and kept quiet about it. You squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was up to.

 You could tell Colt was enjoying being in control. But even he knew that he couldn't give away too much or else Kaneko's crew would be in danger and he sought his father's good graces. Not that you could blame him.

 Soon enough, your dad brought out his famous apple pie and set it down on the table. “Ta-daaaaa!” he said, as he showed it off with a flourish. You momentarily forgot about everything else and only focused on the pie. Gosh, that’s one beautiful pie, I can’t wait to dig into you…

 Colt chuckled to himself as he watched you nearly drool over it. How cute. Colt thought to himself. ...Wait, what?! No! Not cute! Shut up!  You quickly reached for the knife to cut your slice, paying no heed to Colt shaking his head and his inner turmoil, but your dad slapped your hand away. “Ow! Dad, why?” you said, annoyed, “This is my favourite dessert, what are you doing?!”

 “Our guest gets the first slice, and we both know you'd just cut half the pie for yourself,” your dad said, matter of factly, “You know it's true, don't try to deny it.” He’d already slid the pie to Colt and you could only watch in horror as Colt smirked at you over the pie, dramatically licking his lips.

 “Sorry, (Y/N), looks like your beautiful pie is mine now. How does it feel being a loser?” Colt snickered.

 You stuttered as you tried to come with a reply defending yourself as Colt sat back and started laughing. “This is so embarrassing!” you whined,  “Dad, I bring one guest and suddenly you slander my name. You have no right.”

 Your dad shrugged as he said, “I do, you know, being your father and all. I might actually have to disown you for your pie obsession, your midnight-cheese-eating obsession and your coming-home-late obsession and adopt Colt instead. I’m sure he wouldn’t worry me nearly as much as you do,” your father sighed dramatically, placing the back of his hand on his forehead, “You’d make a good son wouldn’t you, Colt? Wouldn’t leave me worrying if you were gonna come back from school late?”

 “Hey, Dad!” You complained with a pout.

 Colt knew it was a joke, but even the thought of a father like yours was enough to change the mood. Colt found himself blinking a few times, not sure what the watery feeling in his eyes was. What would've happened if he had a normal dad like yours? One that loved him and didn't constantly push him away? He looked up towards the ceiling and blinked a couple more times in hopes of drying his eyes, but failed. All the built up anger and remorse he had tried to bury was bubbling up to the surface. Great, I’m really about to cry in front of the Wheelers. Just great.

 You watched the change in Colt’s demeanour, how his shoulders were pushed back, almost as if he was trying to act strong and like everything was fine. Are those tears? Oh no… You immediately knew this was about Kaneko and you bit your lip, unsure of where to go from here. Your dad quickly glanced at you, confused, “I'll, uh, give you two some space?” your dad said, though it sounded more like a question than anything else. He quickly took up some plates and left for the kitchen. A short silence followed, you tried to make eye contact with Colt but he was making it his mission to not look at you.

 Colt pushed his chair back and made a motion to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Is this about your dad?” you asked, already knowing the answer, “You know… I’m here for you… if you need me or anything.”

 “No!” he replied, bitterly, but even he knew he wasn’t convincing anyone, “I-I just need to go. Don’t worry about me, it’s nothing… You’d just laugh at me, anyway…” His voice almost disappeared towards the end of his sentence.

 You shook his head, your eyes filled with worry. “No. I'd listen to you and try to understand. I'm always willing to listen, Colt. I care, you know.” You sit patiently, and for a couple of minutes you think all is lost as the silence goes on. But Colt inhales slowly, dropping his head to look at the repeating patterns on the carpet instead. He traces the patterns with his eyes and you shift your chair closer to his, trying to show your support. You knew this would be hard for him and you could sense how he was taking a huge risk by telling you, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to open up that easily.

 Colt moves his head even lower, his voice soft now. Something about you made him trust your words. Hesitantly, he said, “It's just... I want my dad to be proud to call me his son. I want him to appreciate me, the way he does Logan.” Colt murmured, though the ending came out with malice, “That's it. There's nothing I want more in my entire life. Why can’t I have a loving relationship the way you and your father do? Why does everyone have it better than me, what have I done to deserve this?” His voice cracked, his head shaking miserably.

 “Colt, look at me,” you placed your hands on either side of his face, bringing his head level with yours, “First, you’ve not done anything wrong. Know that. None of this is your fault, it’s your dad’s fault for not being a good enough father, OK? Colt, you’re not alone. I’m here for you, I’m sure the crew would be there for you… not sure about Logan though, fuck him.” You murmured somewhat pissed off, more to yourself than to Colt, but seeing how it brought a smile to Colt’s face brought a grin to your own. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks with your thumbs and almost lost yourself in his warm gaze again. “Stop distracting me, I’m trying to give you advice and console you here!” You admonish with a slight blush. This is why I don’t do eye contact!

 “Me? How am I distracting you? ...Let me guess, you’re getting lost in my eyes like all them other girls do?” Colt raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up. He looked positively charming despite the teary eyes and wet cheeks. 

 “What would you do if I said yes?” You countered.

 Colt was left speechless once again, before he quickly averted his gaze. Suddenly, you remembered how you were cupping his face, and moved your hands down to his instead. “Colt, you shouldn’t feel guilty, you shouldn’t feel bad. I don’t think you should worry yourself grey over your father and this matter unless your father is willing to put in some work himself. Maybe you have to let go of this one relationship and instead focus on, I don’t know, a ‘chosen family’ instead? It isn’t just that blood connection and that parental figure that makes a family. It’s the bond, the connection, that innate need to help your ‘family’, your peers and your friends, to repair damage and to create new, healthy bonds. You can still have a healthy relationship with a father or a parental figure, whether that’s Kaneko a few years down the line or a completely random person you could meet tomorrow, I’m sure of it. I’m sorry it can’t be Kaneko right now, I’m sorry he, I don’t know, appreciates Logan more. But there’s one thing I’m not sorry for, even if it did put my secrets at risk,” you roll your eyes playfully, and Colt seems to know where the conversation is heading, as a small smile makes its way onto his face, “I’m glad about you being here today. It meant I could tell you everything I just did, but it also meant you met my father, who, pretty much sees you as his son already. So, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a meat casserole and apple pie to dig into, you know where to find us. All you have to do is act like you’re in a sad Justin Bieber song on your motorbike outside for a few minutes.” You finish off with a smile, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hands.

 Colt burst out laughing at the end of your speech and the tears in his eyes were no longer from his sorrow. “Justin Bieber song? Really? I can’t believe you said I looked like a JB song! I’m obviously way better and hotter than that numpty. He couldn’t ride a motorcycle as well as me even in his dreams. He wishes he was me.” Colt shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly back to his debonair self again. There’s a small silence between the two of you, but all it takes is one look for the both of you to burst out laughing again.

 After settling down, Colt speaks slowly, “(Y/N), I don’t know what to say… Thank you. Honestly. I really appreciate that, I doubt anyone else would’ve gone to the effort that you just did. You’re right, you know, I can’t keep waiting for Dad to do something about us, I have to move on I guess, until he’s ready to rekindle this relationship. But that’s if I’m even ready to forgive him, I don’t know if I ever can. Weird, I know, I was desperate for him to,” he pauses, “Come back to me, I guess, but I don’t think I was ready to forgive him. How dumb of me, huh?” Colt almost whispered.

 Your eyes softened, “No. Not dumb of you. You’re allowed to feel everything you feel, if anything, you should feel that way. You’re the one that was cut off, you don’t have to worry about whether your reactions and feelings are out of line because they have every right to be… You’re perfect the way you are, Colt.” You said, with a soft smile.

 Colt stared at you, almost incredulously, “...What did I ever do to deserve you, (Y/N)?” he asked.

 “Everything and nothing,” you grinned, “you merely had to exist for destiny… fate… whatever to throw me in the works. Maybe it was meant to be, huh?”

 Colt shook his head, but there was no mistaking the small smile on his face, “Thank you, truly.”

 “We should finish this off with a hug, don’t you think?”

 “What, no? Honestly, thank you for everything but we really don’t-”

 “C’mon Colt, bring it in, bring it in.” You say with a cheesy grin, your hands slide up his arms before wrapping around his back and you slowly move closer to Colt, leaving him time and space to decide if he wants to back out.

 “I-” Colt looks flustered and isn’t sure what to do other than rest his chin on your shoulder and place his hands awkwardly on your back. “...You know, we really don’t have to do this.”

 “Is that why you’re here in my arms right now and not running screaming for the hills?” You teased.

 “...Well. I heard hugging does does wonders for your oxytocin levels, so, maybe just this once.” Colt mumbled to himself, before wrapping you up tighter in his arms. You smile down into his jacket as your head comes to rest on his shoulder, glad that he can’t see or feel the heat currently rising in your cheeks. But unbeknown to you, Colt had a similar feeling and soon enough his cheeks were red from your embrace. Before today, it would’ve taken a lot more persuading for him to hug someone, but now, he couldn’t help but wonder if hugging people was all that bad. This is fine... My oxytocin levels are positively yelling, that’s the only reason I’m hugging her right now...

 “You don't need him, at least, not now. You may not believe me because you’ve been seeking his validation for so long, but it's true. You will get through this, we will.” You say, your voice slightly muffled because of his jacket. “Remember, you ever need anything, the Wheeler household is right here, and we’re not going anywhere, not until the Wheeler household gets wheels.” You say confidently, pulling back with a grin in time to see him rolling his eyes and laughing.

 “I can’t believe I found that funny, you Wheelers must be rubbing off on me already.” Colt shook his head. He looked down, still sporting a blush on his cheeks. “This wasn’t so bad, you know, maybe I should put meat casserole and apple pie on my schedule each Monday night, just to come here and be the first person to cut the pie.” He said with a grin.

 “Watch yourself, Kaneko,” you said while narrowing your eyes, “You ever open my pie up again and you’ll be meeting my fists.”

 “Oooh, that was so scary. I’m quaking in my boots, how will I ever be free of this reign of terror you have over me?” Colt said with a gasp, shivering and shaking in his seat.

 You laughed, “Shut up. Anyway, since you love the apple pie so much, wait here, I’m sure Dad won’t need that much convincing to let you take a couple slices away,* you said with a sigh, as you stood up and walked away, “I can’t believe I’m choosing to give away pie leftovers, who am I?”

 Colt watched you walk away, unsure as to what the warm feeling in his heart was. Is this was having a friend is like… or a girlfriend? Wait, what? Shut up, why the hell am I even thinking of that? He shakes his head. What you’d said about your father being there for him had really struck a chord, not only had he never felt that bond before, or felt it as strongly as he had with his own dad, but he’d never seen a friend offer themselves and their family in that way. She really is something else, huh… Colt stared at the few stray plates on the table, still not believing anything that had happened. Your speech resonated within him. He looked up into the direction of the kitchen. Anyone that has (Y/N) in their lives is really lucky… I don’t know what I would’ve done or where I’d be right now if her dad hadn’t invited me in.

 You came out of the kitchen, laughing, with your dad in tow. Once he caught sight of Colt, he grinned, “A little birdie tells me you wanna take some pie home, huh? I knew it was good.” He laughed, in a moustache-twirling type of way while rubbing his hands together.

 “Dad! I was the one that offered to let him take some away, shouldn’t you be praising me for my selflessness?” You asked with a huff, putting your hands on your hips.

 As you start bickering playfully with your father once again, Colt zones out while staring at you. He takes in the way your brown eyes glisten when you’re happy, the way one side of your mouth has a dimple, the way your cheeks move up your face and get flushed as you smile, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you fiddle and fuss about with your face when you’re embarrassed. An angel I don’t deserve...

 Colt closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a happiness and weightlessness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Thank you.

 FIN.

 Written by: @wzkdj (instagram) and @choicesfrost (tumblr)

[funkymeihem-fiction]

Glow in the Dark (A Meihem Fanfic Drabble)

The attack had blindsided their defense from the left, where Mei and Junkrat had been positioned. One moment everything had been normal, and then the next, everything had turned to fire and pain and hot metal. Junkrat had gone down first, and Mei had thrown up one of her walls to protect them. But not even her ice could stand the barrage, and the last thing he could remember was her trying to say something that he couldn’t hear over the ringing of his tinnitus and the blood clogging his ears, and the heavy weight of her body covering his. And after that, he couldn’t remember anything at all.

He awoke over a week later in the intensive care unit, and his first instincts had been to laugh and make some joke or other. But trying to laugh made his ribs hurt, and his jokes didn’t seem to have any effect on Dr. Angelface. She just smiled at him in a very strange way, and her eyes had been wet as she tended to his broken body. But, she’d always been a tough sell, even on his best joke material. So he lay back, and he asked where Mei was.

Infuriatingly, she had not answered him. Instead she puttered about with her doctor’s business, and ignored his question. So, never one to be ignored, he asked it again. And that time, she looked away. And something about that motion made his stomach seize and then drop. So he asked again. Where was Mei? And then again. Where was Mei?!

And that was when Angelface had just shaken her pretty head. And while Junkrat stared at her blankly, she had to swallow hard several times, and her voice broke when she told him that Mei was gone.

Everyone in earshot knew when the younger junker had been delivered the news. The noises that came out of that clinic had carried far and wide. Not that that was unusual, with how loud and vivacious Junkrat had always been. But the heads of everyone nearby turned all at once when they heard that one particular sound. Or really, it was a series of sounds. It wasn’t in a language any of them could understand, since language had nothing to do with it. But nor was it a sound that animals could make, since animals couldn’t really understand such things either. The closest words might be ‘keening’ or ‘wailing’, or strange guttural, throaty, sobbing noises that if recorded would probably sound downright humorous in any other instance.

Outside, Roadhog looked up slowly, then looked down again. Hana pressed her lips together, then buried her face into Lucio’s neck as he put his arm around her. Winston put one large leathery palm over his face, and made his own little noises. After all, one did not have to be human to understand what those sounds meant. Perhaps ironically, it was Zenyatta and the other omnics who had the best term for it. It was nothing that could be spelled out in letters, but had been built up out of ones and zeroes. It was a binary code, breaking down one of the tangled concepts of humanity; something that meant a depth of grief that was, both at once, something to aspire to in its pure and raw emotion, and something to hope to never experience.

And it was those terms that the omnic monk would later use to best explain the sounds that Junkrat made when he learned that Mei was dead.

***

He refused to attend the viewing or the funeral.

Instead he sat in the cafeteria, eating ice cream with his bodyguard.

Roadhog had tried to suggest that they go out with Ana and pick out something black, and do things the civilized way. Mei had always preferred the civilized way, after all. Junkrat had promptly turned and punched Hog square in the gut, thrown his ice cream at him, and told him to fuck off with that. Hog, barely affected by the little blow to his immense belly, wiped away the cone sliding down his arm, and shrugged slowly as he reverted back to his usual silence. He simply listened while Rat went off in another of his tirades.

Black was fucking stupid to wear. It was too hot to wear black and only fucking idiots wore it to look tough or attend funerals, and he wasn’t doing either. Besides, Mei had told him that it was Chinese tradition to wear white during funerals, so how dumb was all of that? What was the point of a funerary viewing anyway? He’d seen plenty of dead blokes and dead broads in the Outback, both of them had. Was a waste of resources, really, plugging up bullet holes and reattaching pieces and dressing up a dead corpse. Fucking stupid, putting Mei’s body in a box so everyone could look at it. And they’d say things like how peaceful she looked, or how she looked like she was sleeping. Idiots! It hadn’t been a peaceful death at all. And Mei didn’t sleep on her back with her hands folded on her chest, she slept on her side with her legs curled up a little but not quite fetal, and she always hogged the damn covers. And fuck them, that’s how he wanted to remember her. Not some cold cadaver in a box.

Junkrat slammed both hands onto the table before stomping off towards the food dispensers, made himself another soft serve ice cream cone out of the machine, hurled it at the next person to come in the room- A rather befuddled McCree- and then stormed out of the cafeteria. With a low groan along with the effort of trying to move his rotund body, Roadhog squeezed out of their booth and followed, leaving Jesse behind to clean up a mess of vanilla and chocolate swirl.

The porcine bodyguard already knew where his manic employer was headed…off to loot Mei’s room. Again.

Hog got there just in time to see Rat tear down the white mourning banner that someone had hung up over her doorway. Carelessly letting it flutter onto the floor, he stepped over the mound of incense, candles, holopics, and stuffed animals that had been piled up around her door, and barged back into Mei’s dorm. Overwatch had already hit the place hard while he’d been asleep. All of Mei’s computers, files, research, and papers were long gone. Not that he’d ever given a damn about all that nonsense anyway. Instead he went to scavenge the things that were actually important.

He’d already taken the string lights from above her bed, along with her favorite snowflake print quilt. She’d had a collection of books under her bed that he’d stolen, too, even if he’d probably never ever read them. Her makeup had already been thrown away or doled out, but he’d managed to purloin some of his favorite flavors of her fruity chapsticks. And though Winston had confiscated all of Mei’s pictures, he’d given Rat all the pertinent ones; with them at the beach, or from his surprise party she’d thrown at his favorite barbecue joint, or his personal favorite, the blurry one that Hana had taken when Rat would lift Mei up and spin her in a circle, and she’d always complain but would always let him do it anyway.

There wasn’t much left by now, but he dug through the remnants. Because if there was anyone who could scavenge through the dregs, it was him. He found a stuffed seal in her closet, a gift from when she’d returned from their first expedition to Australia. Throwing away the get well card that had gone with it, he tucked the seal under one arm and kept digging. A spare pair of her glasses was found in another drawer, and he put them on even though they hurt his eyes. One of her Pachimari keychains? He might give that one to Hog later. MIGHT.

Hog had appeared in the room with him at some point, watching him as he rooted through her belongings. And even while the younger junker tore through the place yet again, Hog grunted once and nodded upward, and suggested he take the stars too.

Riiiiight, the stars! Mei’s glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. How could he have forgotten those? They’d spent how many nights under those things? Fucking idiot that he was, forgetting about something important like them. Good thing Hog was around to remind him of these things, since Mei wasn’t. Lucky he was so tall he didn’t have far to reach, and he promptly started shucking them off one by one, throwing them onto the ground to collect later.

Roadhog watched in silence.

***

Her files had requested cremation, and Junkrat didn’t like it. The one fucking thing in this shitty world he’d wanted to keep and never wanted to burn, was burning. They’d take her out of one box and put her in another, and she’d fade and burn and pressurize into nothing but a heap of ashes and scraps of charred bone. He bet that even her ashes and bones would be the most beautiful things in the world. Like little jewels, too precious for even him to steal. So why were they wasting her beautiful ashes and bones? Throwing them out into the wind of her ‘favorite places’? Utterly mental, it was.

The worst part was that they wouldn’t let him go out on missions. Emotionally charged, they said. Liability, they said. Not ready, they said. Fuckers. They were wasting perfectly good anger, leaving him to waste away on the base when he’d much rather be out blowing things up. Scrapping target bots was no fun. Not when he wanted to be out there killing Talon agents. That’s what he wanted most, was to track down every single Talon agent left on the planet and kill them the way they deserved to be killed. And if he found the ones that had hurt his poor Mei, it wouldn’t be pretty. He didn’t know much about torture. Wasn’t patient enough for something like that. But if he found them, he wanted it to be slow. Lingering. Painful. Maybe he could pay Hog to twist their limbs off one by one, or come up with something to burn them alive like his Mei was burning in that little chamber right now.

Ana had taken him aside and asked him if he was all right. She was a good egg, best nan, one of his favorites. He could trust her well enough. So he said that no, he wasn’t all right. And thankfully she hadn’t tried to offer him any shite about comforting words or being in better places. She’d just nodded, told him she understood, and said she had something for him later. He wondered what that was about, and hoped he could remember to ask her.

Doctor Angelface had given him sleeping pills, since he hadn’t slept in a while. Worse than usual, really. But he didn’t want to take them. He spent his nights alone while Hog slept, puttering over his projects or keeping himself busy. The stuffed seal lay un-cuddled on his bed, along with the mound of Mei’s snowflake blankets, and her stars were crooked and askew, hanging from pieces of tape on his ceiling. Their glow looked a little dull to him. Strange. They’d always seemed a lot brighter in her room.

At some point Roadhog must have slipped the pills in his boba. Or maybe he collapsed out of exhaustion. Probably Hog’s fault, though. He woke up drooling on Mei’s pillow, burrowed in Mei’s blanket, curled around Mei’s stuffed seal. Everything felt foggy and slow and he hadn’t dreamed of anything. Or maybe he had, and he’d forgotten them. He forgot a lot of things. That’s why he had to keep everything of hers that he could, so he wouldn’t start to forget those too.

Ana found him again, since he’d forgotten about her too. She gave him a little package and said it was only right for him to decide what to do with it, putting a little parcel into his flesh hand and folding his long fingers over it. He asked her what it was and what he was supposed to do with it, but she merely shook her head and said that this was something he had to decide on his own. She couldn’t help him with this one. He snapped something impatient back at her, but she merely turned and walked in the other direction. When he looked again, he saw the writing on the little paper container and nearly dropped it.

What was he supposed to do with Mei’s ashes, anyway?

***

Shamefully, he had to admit that his very first thought was that he should eat them. The second thought was that that would be absolutely disgusting, even for him, and wasn’t sure where that thought had even come from. Maybe he was still just tired. Or maybe that was the only way he could figure out for them to be close anymore. Still, that idea was off the charts. A no-go. Or, at the most, it would be Plan C.

Roadhog told him that some people kept ashes in their homes, in a vase. But he didn’t have a vase, he’d probably break one even if he did, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about just leaving her there…in some cold urn, all by herself. Couldn’t leave her like that, no. Parts of her were already scattered all over. Winston had taken her on her last tour of China, and now she was out there in parts of Xi’an, across the Gèlādāndōng Fēng, the Tianzi Mountains, and places he didn’t even know. All those places sounded pretty lonely and cold to him. And it had always been his job to warm her up.

Maybe he could warm up this one little part of her, and put a bit of her in the best and warmest place he knew of. But then…Didn’t she hate Australia? She’d never had an easy time of it there. Neither had he. But it was still home and still his most favorite place in the world. And maybe she wouldn’t mind being in a place where it was always hot and sunny, since it was such a little bit of her and she was just a pile of ashes anyway.

He asked Roadhog what he thought and received a shrug. But the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. Even though it was a stupid thing to do, and she was just ashes. But lots of things were ashes in the Outback, so maybe she’d mix right in with the sand and be warm forever. Maybe she’d reach whatever place they’d been in the desert when he’d first kissed her, or looked up at the stars, or rooted for the first time. Not that he could remember where those locations were, but Mei was one clever cookie and an expert navigator, so she’d probably be able to find her way there. Or maybe she’d be swept up into one of the red storms and rain down fire and vengeance if she was mad at things, since she was often mad at things but would never really say why. Maybe she could be like some sort of angry Chinese ghost that haunted Australia’s weather patterns, that’s what she would be. He liked the thought of it more and more.

Even though Winston hesitated when the request was made, Junkrat was granted two tickets back to Oz.

When he arrived and the door opened, and the molten heat poured over him and the little precious parcel held in both hands, he knew this was a great idea. Tucked into Hog’s chopper as he’d been so many times before, the two made quick work of the Outback’s cracked highways, heading deeper into the desert that both called home. Roadhog didn’t seem particularly bothered that Rat had absolutely no destination in mind. They were used to wandering. So that was what they did, for several days.

It was almost like the true ‘old days’, when the junkers had meandered from nowhere to nowhere, topping off at junker petrol stations and occasionally getting into a little tussle with old rivals. But throughout it all, even though his mind wandered, Junkrat held fast to the little bundle with her name on it.

Until one day, driving through what used to be the ol’ Chilla Well near Alice Springs, Junkrat screamed to stop. So Roadhog pulled over, and the younger junker scrambled out of his sidecar, pressed his mechanical hand above his brow to shield his eyes, and peered around in all directions. The long, red desert stretched out in all directions, flat and sandy save for the buttes that rose up and stood against the blue of the sky. Scrubby brownish-green shrubs dotted the blasted landscape, and the sun beat down until it hurt. This was the place. She could go to wherever she needed from here, and never be cold.

He tried to remember if she’d told him anything about Chinese funeral rites, but he couldn’t recall. And he was fairly certain she wouldn’t have been impressed by what junkers called a funeral. He wasn’t big into funerals anyway. So at a loss as to what else to do, he told Roadhog to say something.

Roadhog thought for a very long while before saying, “She was good.”

Junkrat could agree with that.

When the next breeze came, he opened up the box and shook it. A little puff of gray was expelled from within, seized by the desert winds and taken off towards the northwest, until it had mixed with the red and he couldn’t tell it apart anymore. And then she was gone. Mei was gone and was all over the world and she was never coming back.

But at least she’d be warm.

***

That night, they roasted lizards and ate beans out of the can like they used to do. But it didn’t feel right anymore, and Junkrat’s laughter didn’t sound like it should have. It kept breaking in odd spots and turning back on itself until it was almost like sobbing, but not really. Crying had never done him much good and was just a waste of water, after all. Roadhog seemed more muted than ever, which was genuinely a hard thing for most to imagine, and announced quietly that he was going to bed early, since he was tired and they had a long few days of driving ahead to get back to the rest of Overwatch.

Junkrat finished his half-eaten tin of food before getting up, gathering up his bedroll, and leaving the yellow glow of their campfire. Instead he moved off into the night, where the red desert met black night and turned the world into shades of purple and blue. Kicking open the roll onto the open sand on the crest of a tiny dune, he flopped down onto his back and stared upward. Nice, clear night. Lots of stars. Lots and lots of stars. She’d always been dazzled by the stars out here, and he pretended to like them too, even if he was watching her more than he was watching them.

But now, looking up at them, they were very pretty. Now that she was out here, she could look at them every night, any time she wanted.

He felt water draining down from his eyes, down over his temples, and cursed a little as he scrubbed it away with the back of his bruised knuckles. Damnit.

The stars glimmered above him, the dusty clouds of the milky way stretching across the abyss of the open sky. Mei had explained it all to him, how the dust wasn’t sand, but fathomless multitudes of rocks and pieces of star stuff. They were balls of raging fire and gas so large and so bright that they could eat up the sun, and they were seeing their light from billions upon billions of miles and light years away. How the gravity of these immense things could pull itself in until it burnt out and nothing but pits of hungry black remained. Like his stomach, she had laughed. Sometimes, they went supernova in the greatest, most explosive force in the universe. Something that someone like him couldn’t even imagine. And that sometimes, the dust from these stars and these deserts and her body, would all be gathered up in some void until a spark lit everything up and a new star was born from it all. She’d said that the real things were nothing like the little shapes that glowed in the dark on her ceiling.

His eyes kept watering and it made it hard to look at all those stars.

Their glow looked a little dull to him. Strange. They’d always seemed a lot brighter in her room.

[savetheblackpaladin]

Could you do headcanons for how the paladins might react to their s/o telling them theyre going to have a baby and what gender their baby will be?

Round 1 in the pregnant S/O series!!!! More to come after vacation!

Also I’m adding Pidge to this under my HC of her as a trans woman so that’s that.

This would take place when each paladin is about 22-25. I ain’t about to advocate teen pregnancy (i’m a result of one so don’t worry, I’m not shaming. I just want what’s ideal for the smol children)

Under the cut bc it’s long

You looked at the offending stick in your hands, to scared to turn it over and reveal the truth. Maybe your period was just super late? Like 6 weeks late…Unlikely, but totally possible. Also, who knew what space did to the human body? Being in anti-gravity could totally mess with your uterus, right?

You groaned and dropped your head. You knew better. There were only two options here, either you were pregnant or you weren’t. “Fuuuuuuck!”, you groaned before quickly flipping the stick over before you lost your nerve, again.

A smiley face looked up at you. A purple, offending smiley face. The audacity! How can it be so happy when it was going to turn your weird space life upside down! You sighed out your nose and flipped the other three tests sitting on the counter, maybe this one was wrong?

But nope, not today. Three purple smiley faces looked up at you. Well, four for four. It was time to find your boyfriend/girlfriend. There was definitely a baby on board.

Hunk:

you found him tinkering away in his workshop, fully occupied with his work but he acknowledged you with a quick nod so you sat down and waited. You’ve been dating for 6 years now and you still never tired of watching him work. You’re heart swelled with pride at the knowledge that he was going to be your baby’s daddy

he finished up within a few minutes and turned towards you

“What’s up, Cupcake? You’re looking a little…” he didn’t finish the sentence but held up his hand and wobbled it in the universal “eeeh” gesture.

You took a deep breath, this was going to be like ripping off a band-aid. “Hunk, Sweetness? I’m…I’m pregnant…” You held up the four tests for him to see.

He looks to the sticks. He looks to your face. Then he looks to your lower stomach; he thought it was growing but he didn’t think anything of it. Sometimes space was stressful. 

Then he faints. Like straight up faints and falls off his chair with a solid smack onto the floor.

You immediately rush to his side and attempt to wake him up by shaking him, this was not the reaction you wanted and now you were Panicking

He comes to pretty quickly and gingerly sits up, a little dazed until he spots the innocent tests sitting one the floor where you tossed them.

“Holy quiznack. You’re pregnant?”

“Yep.”

“I’m gonna be a daddy?”

You smile, “Yeah, yeah you are.”

“Oh my god,” he starts rubbing his hands together, “We’re gonna be parents!?” He smiles and pulls you to him with a laugh, careful not to squeeze you too tight, he’s not sure what’s okay or not with a pregnant lady.

He definitely starts crying. He’s gonna be a daddy! And you! You beautiful creature you! You’re gonna be carrying his child!? Truly, you are the pinnacle of creation!

his sobbing causes you to start sobbing and now you’re both sitting on the floor, clutching each other and sobbing into each other’s shoulders

he eventually moves a large hand to your abdomen, truly enthralled that there’s a little bean in their that’s going to be his kid!

he tells you to sit on the bed so he can plant kisses all over your tummy

for good luck

he celebrates by cooking all your favorite meals and throwing you a small party

cries a little every time someone mentions he’s going to be a daddy

You end up having a girl, a very chubby and adorable baby girl with skin like her daddy and your hair and eye color

Lance:

You found Lance sleeping soundly in his room, clearly tired from the day’s training. You take a moment to take in his handsome face, how it’s changed from when he was a pointy chinned-teen to the strong jawed adult he was now. Now he rivaled Shiro in the looks department and you really couldn’t believe your luck.

You sit on his bed and run your hands through his short hair and it doesn’t take long for him to blink sleepily up at you, his face lighting up like it always did when he saw you

“Heya, beautiful. Wanna join me?” He yawned and rolled over to snuggle into your lap.

“Actually, I have something to tell you Lance.”

“Could it wait? I’m ssooooo tired. Shiro might be getting on in years but he still can kick my ass.” He yawned as if to prove his point.

You bit your lip, “Actually Lance, sweetheart, it can’t.”

The seriousness in your voice causes him to immediately sit up. He’s very concerned and places a comforting hand on your cheek, “Yeah, ok. What’s wrong babe?”

“You nuzzle his hand with a chuckle, “Well, it’s nothing wrong per se. It’s just…well, Lance…y-you’re gonna be a daddy.”

A pause, “A wha-at?” his voice cracks.

“You’re gonna be a daddy, Lance. I’m pregnant.”

He takes the four tests from your hand and stares at them in disbelief. And then the floodgates unleash, he’s a sobbing mess and he’s pulling you into his arms and talking to you in rapid Spanish and you only pick up enough to understand the key words “happy” and “father”

he’s ecstatic! he’s always wanted to be a dad and have a big family just like his own

he might have liked to be a little older than 23 but if he wants to get his 4 kids in before 30 then there’s no time like the present

Then he’s running to his door, popping his head out to scream at the top of his lungs, “I’M GOING TO BE A DADDY!!!! AHAHAHA! YES!!!!!”

then he returns to you, dipping you in his arms to give you a sloppy kiss

he’s so happy, so so happy and excited!

“Is this why you’ve been throwing up so much?”

“You know about that?” You were trying to hide that.

“Babe, where you’re concerned, I know everything.”

Celebratory sex (which wow, sex is really freaking good when you’re pregnant as you two find out in the coming months)

He’s calling himself ‘Daddy’ every opportunity he can, he just loves it!!!!

“You just got straight up murdered by this dad!”

“This is Lance, Blue Paladin, Defender of the Universe, Best Father in Space, expert marksman, at your service.”

“Hey lover boy, get in here.” “That’s lover DAD to you Pidge.” “I’m not calling you dad.”

“Move over Shiro, there’s a new Space Dad in town!”

Pidge and Keith take to carrying a little bean launcher and shooting him every time he calls himself a dad bc his child isn’t even born yet

You end up having a little boy, a little on the small side and he looks just like his daddy

Keith:

He’s on the training deck when you find him, like always, but he stops the droid the moment he notices you.

“Hey you, wanna spar?” He walks over to give you a small chaste kiss and nuzzles your nose with his.

You look up at his handsome face, remembering when you used to be the same height before his last galra induced growth spurt at 22. “Uhm, actually Keith, I have something to tell you. Something important.”

“Yeah, ok. You wanna talk about it now, or can it wait until I shower?”

You agree to wait for him in your room while he showers. 

He comes back quickly to you pacing back and forth, biting your lips and holding your hands behind your back, clearly nervous. Which makes him nervous too. 

“You’re scaring me Y/n.”

His voice pulls you back and you stop pacing, “Right. Sorry. It’s just I have something very important to tell you. And I’m a little worried. But it’s going to be ok! All ok!”

“Riiiiight.” Keith remains unconvinced and slips his hands into his back pockets.

“Ok, so…I don’t really know how to say this. So I’m just gonna say it. Ready?” Keith nods. “I’m pregnant! Ta-da!” You show him the tests.

He looks to you, to the tests, back to you, back to the tests, back to you and the panic comes creeping in

“Oh no,” he moans and sinks into the nearest chair, “Nononono, Y/n! This can’t be happening!”

he’s taking it exactly like you though he was going to

He’s scared. He still doesn’t know who his mom is. His dad abandoned him to the foster system and is still MIA. He’s terrified he’s going to be just like them.

he doesn’t want to abandon his kid and he’s terrified he’s going to be an awful father

when the tears start up you move to comfort him, rubbing his back in soothing circles and kissing the top of his head, letting him cry it out as he clings to you, mumbling constantly about how he’s not ready for this

it takes a long time, but eventually he calms down enough to realize how hard his reaction must be on you since you’re the one growing a living being in you

*sniffle* “I’m sorry, Y/n, that was–I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“Well, it wasn’t ideal, but I figured this would happen. You’re not going to be like your dad Keith. You’re going to be so much better than him. You’re going to be a wonderful dad.”

“Dad?” His voice is a little broken when he looks up at you. 

“Yeah, Keith. You’re going to be a dad. We’re going to have a little child calling us Momma and Poppa.”

That brings a smile to his face, “I think I like that. Poppa.” He tries the word and likes the feel of it on his tongue, “I’m going to be the best damn Poppa in space!”

A tall order, but if anyone can do it, Keith can

still panics whenever his future fatherhood is mentioned but he’s got this, totally, he’s not worried at all (lies)

You end up having a boy who’s average weight and length, but has white hair

shocked, you both agree it must be from his Galra heritage

Shiro:

You find him in his favorite alcove in the library, going over the most recent proposal from planet Amalthea who was petitioning Voltron to join their Alliance

he doesn’t notice you at first, so you take the time to enjoy his profile. He’s still just as handsome as the day you met him but the 2 years of battling Zarkon and Lotor had taken a small toll on him in the form of white now appearing in his sparse 5 o’clock shadow. 

eventually he looks up, smiling as his favorite person in the world walks over to him. You’ve been glowing recently and he loves it. He’s been meaning to ask Lance if he gave you a new face mask, because he wants in on it.

“Hey you, are you busy?” Shiro shakes his head in response and opens his arms for you to crawl into his lap, giving you a small kiss as you get comfy. “Great! Because I have some news for you.”

“Better than petitions?” His voice is a low, proper library voice as he rubs a thumb along your cheek.

“Well I hope so.” You pause and Shiro hums thoughtfully, waiting for you to continue, “So, you know how everyone calls you Space Dad? Welp, it’s going to be true now. In about nine months.”

He’s confused, looking like a lost puppy until you whip out one of the pregnancy tests and wave it in his face. Then it clicks. Space Dad. Nine months.

“You’re pregnant?” His voice is hopeful, “I’m going to be a father?”

When you nod and smile in response and he releases a deep laugh in shock and pulls you tight to him

He’s very excited! At first. After the initial makeout and gentle touches to your abdomen it really starts to hit him what pregnancy actually means

“Oh my god. What if I’m a bad father? I’ve killed people, Y/n, I can’t be a good father!”

It’s up to you to shush him and convince him that he’s going to be a wonderful father because he’s so sweet and considerate

he remains on the fence but is definitely excited throughout the pregnancy

he’s probably just as eager as you are to have the child out of you because he want’s to hold his precious child!!!!!!

Just to make his life hell you have twin girls, because he needs more stress

Pidge:

You found her with the green lion, busy typing away on her keyboard. You smiled at her, enjoying the way her laptop highlighted her profile. This was going to be easy.

“Excuse me ma’am? Have you seen my girlfriend? She’s super short, wears glasses?”

Pidge looked up from her work with a smirk, “Nope, but she sounds like a keeper. Please, describe her more for me.”

With an opening like that, this was going to be a piece of cake. “Sure! She’s super smart, has cute curly hair…she’s gonna be a mom.”

Pidge.exe has stopped working and she slowly turns to you with wide eyes, “Say that again.”

You smile, “You’re going to be a mom. I’m pregnant.” You hand her the pregnancy test and she holds it like the holy grail herself

“It worked…artificial–it WORKED!” She jumps up and down and latches around your neck, screaming in your face, “WE’RE GOING TO BE MOMMIES!!!!”

She’s practically vibrating as she kneels down to be eye-level with your stomach, as if she could see through you to her precious bean inside

“This is amazing. You’re amazing, Y/n.”

She’s truly astonished, and from this moment on she is at your side 24/7

she’s got all your health checkpoints down, she’s constantly making sure you eat correctly and stay properly hydrated, she’s become a true mother hen.

she’s enthralled with your body changes and also she’s not missing out on one movement of her child

Matt of course, is the godfather, Allura the godmother 

You end up having a girl who’s the perfect mix between you two, albeit a little on the chunky side. 

[aceofwands]

Ria hateblogs Discovery Episode 8  “Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum”

short recap straight into the intro again, so clearly got a lot going on this ep :P

we finally see a bit of the actual war! random Federation ship being attacked by 6 Klingon vessels (which look nothing like Klingon ships it's so frustrating)

Discovery come in to save them

Lorca is yelling at this weapons officer so much and he's just suuuuuuch a jerk

the bridge crew looks so cool that it annoys me we know 0 about them!

the battle sounds ... like a video game ... and it annoys me so much

they had a chance to show a random captain who was a) an alien, b) a woman, c) not white - but no, the captain of the other ship is another white guy

lol they failed to stop the other ship from blowing up ... and now are getting out of there ... Lorca is gonna be pissed - oh yeah, he's giving a little speech about how it's not time to grieve

it just seems SO silly that the Discovery is the solitary saviour of Federation ships, like it just contributes to feeling like there isn't really a war going on??? it feels so isolated to just the Discovery ...

oh lol Stamets just stumbled out of the chamber after using the spore drive and Tilly asked if he was alright, and he said 'what are you doing down here Captain?'

like ... these characters are so one-dimensional??????

her defining characteristic is that she's gonna be a captain

and it's just soooo boring?

Stamets is now yelling at Tilly because she was confused at him calling her captain LOL

Lorca is talking to a vulcan admiral and asking why they were the only ship in the sector and the only ones able to render aid

YES TELL US

apparently the 2 other ships were also simultaneously ambushed ... 

the klingons are sharing stealth technology

NO

THEY DO NOT HAVE CLOAKING TECHNOLOGY YET

I don't CARE if you're gonna call it 'stealth technology' that is a fucking COPOUT

Michael, Tyler and Saru are on a mission to some planet to find something to help with this stealth tech

... the natural formations of this planet (trees, rocks, etc) vibrate with a specific tone ... okay Michael's explaining this stupid biological technology ... and how they're going to use it like a sonar to detect the Klingons

why is this science so dumb?

they're now talking about how fast Saru can run. as a prey species. and how acute his senses are compared to theirs

glowly clouds just floated down in front of them. some sort of lifeform that Saru is now talking to. they're now surrounded by like 5 of them

aaand we're cutting back to the Klingons

great

I love seeing people not able to act

they just have no emotion, it's real sad

it's also hilarious how they have to add things like Kol's red striped face paint to distinguish them ... if only there was some way to make their forehead ridges individual LOL

already back to Saru and co

this story has jumped around a LOT in 10 mins

Saru getting to make first contact with the glowy alien. lol it zapped him. Michael's explaining that they now have to follow first contact protocol and can't use their transmitter without them agreeing

so like, actual Star Trek morals for a change, yay!

oh lol, L'Rell has come to torture the admiral who was kidnapped!

ahahahahahaha, L'Rell tried to intimidate her by yelling but the Admiral just screamed back. I wish we'd gotten a chance to know her better, but I suspect she'll be dead by the end of the ep

uuuugh already back to Saru WHY DO THEY SWITCH SO OFTEN IT'S DISORIENTING?

like ... it's not like they're leaving at dramatic moments???? gotta say something for commercial breaks when they give you a proper scene! this just jumps around at random moments after like a few mins have gone by

the glowy clouds have some sort of hut made of natural fibres ... which seems odd for a gaseous species ....Tyler is talking about how he wants to go fishing and camping when the war is over. but Michael's like lol, I'm going back to prison after this. and Tyler is like fine let's keep the war going then. their flirting is kinda cute and awww they're kissing

I am still 100% convinced he's going to be Voq. because this show doesn't DO subtle or nuanced!

cut back to Tilly who's come to ask Stamets wtf is up with this mood changes. he is not pleased at her asking. but he's explaining how jumbled he is

aaaaaaaaaaand he's now explaining that he HASN'T TOLD THE DOC ABOUT THESE SIDE EFFECTS

because he doesn't wanna be sent to some Federation lab. right because potentially compromising the safety of your crew by ignoring this is a GREAT solution!

Tilly is now saying they'll monitor the episodes and hopefully they'll pass. riiiiight cause this stuff usually gets better instead of worse!

how dumb are these people

back to L'Rell again. who's chatting with the Admiral about what the Federation does to prisoners. when she found out they don't have a death penalty, L'Rell claims she wants to defect .... because she's all alone ... and they have a ship waiting to escape

LOL she thinks the Discovery is the Admiral's ship and she'll take her back there! if the Admiral falls for this she's even dumber than she seems

aaaand back to Saru. lol he hasn't got far in first contact. the aliens ARE the planet apparently ... pretty cool actually

they're all having a snooze with no blankets apparently, but Saru is being effected by these aliens or something ... whoooo are now like surrounding him / going into him ... they're making him relive flashbacks from the first two eps lol. and now they flew away ...

idk this episode is less terrible than the others so far, but it's still somehow really boring ????

Saru is now acting suss. he just crushed their communicators lol! he says they're going to stay here on the planet .... cause the people on this planet are at peace .... .... he's now awkwardly stroking both their faces???

and Michael and Tyler are like well shit wtf do we do? Tyler says that as senior officer, they have to complete their mission.

back to L'Rell, who is leading the Admiral out of the ship ... they're about to get caught, so they're fighting each other to make it look like they don't get along. L'Rell just knocked out the Admiral ... unclear if she's dead or not

back to Saru again!!

Tyler's getting him to explain what changed for Saru (who was bothered by the frequency before) to distract from where Michael's gone

idk I can't even be bothered explaining some of the story stuff, cause it's so meh?

Tyler says he doesn't want the war to end cause he wants the Klingons to suffer - now Saru is trying to make him feel the peace and harmony of the planet with a rock .... but it just like zapped Tyler cause his intentions are false, he realised Tyler is distracting him lol 

Michael has been running for the transmitter ... too bad they established how fast Saru can run earlier lol

the dramatic music is playing and Saru is running and she's setting up whatever they're doing .... and it's like ... .... who CARES

all the episodes where dumb stuff isn't happening, are still just amazingly dull?

this one has SO MUCH stuff going on that it just feels like stuff is ... happening

gotta say I much prefer the ol 5 act structure where shit actually happens - like this is not the kind of seriality I like? where episodes just contain like 3 different threads of stuff happening and it's like, who. cares.

back to L'Rell dragging the Admiral back - discovering a bunch of people she knows whose bodies have been eaten ... now swearing revenge on Kol blah blah blah

so it's unclear if the Admiral is dead - I'm now actually thinking she's alive??? but we'll see if that lasts next episode lol

back to Saru attacking Michael, destroying the equipment ... he's apparently super strong? ... Michael is shooting him .... she's giving him a little pep talk about how staying here won't fix anything, they can end the conflict of the war, blah blah

the cloud alien just teleported Tyler there so he can conveniently join this scene

Saru is now apologising, he was trying to protect the aliens ... but of course, Michael has to say the dramatic speech about how they need their help ... the transmitter is now activating ....

it's just ... so predictable .... 

the dramatic music and looks of awe on their faces do not match what is happening on screen lol

they were beamed back to Discovery and Saru is upset ... just leave him there, he'll be much happier! 

they're having ANOTHER conversation about their emotions (Saru and Michael)

back to the Klingon ship yet again!

L'Rell tried to leave Kol, but he isn't letting her lol. he's making her swear allegiance to his house and work as his interrogator. lol but doesn't believe her! 

apparently the alien planet sent an invitation to the Klingons and Federation to meet up .... and Michael is explaining that the aliens wanted to make peace for them .... of course, setting it all up for the final ep next week

wooooooooooow that was boring

like wow

the teaser is all about the dramatic battle - Kol fighting Michael, the ship blipping around, Stamets being effected by the drive

massive yawn 

[beochanpaiseanagustaifeala]

💖”Star🌠Gazing”💖 Finale

Tommy’s Story

From that moment on, every once or twice a week me and Sanjay (sometimes Jenny would join us) went to Bikini Atoll so he could meet up with Craig and have a good ol’ get-together.

One fateful day, Queen Angelica made a special announcement in the rose garden with a mysterious little chest in her hand, waiting to be opened to all of her knights; raising a hand, I asked her: “What’s inside the box?”

“Good question, Sir Thomas.” she replied back in a-sort-a snarky little tone.

Finally, she talked over near us and opened the chest, revealing little, round, golden badges with each with a huge ruby encrusted right in the middle.

“These will come in handy for your most dangerous threats.” she said in a much nicer tone than before, handing each one to all of us; Sanjay was very stoked, bragging about his status to Spongebob and Patrick and going on and on about how he was gonna rescue them whenever they where in deep slime, then going back to me in private, squealing on how cute and pretty it looked~ that night, me and Sanjay slipped out of the palace and decided to go to (where else?) Bikini Atoll, this time Sanjay planning on giving Craig a small gift consisting of a meat-lover’s pizza and hot wings in a little basket; when we finally arrived in the hotel, Craig (who was probably living there now) greeted us and hugged Sanjay, telling him how happy he is to see him come every week.

“I have a gift for you!” Craig proudly roared with joy.

“Me, too!” Sanjay squeaked.

I could hear the audible “Awww”s from the crowd at the joint, seeing the two birds in such a sweet state; first, Sanjay presented the lunch he brought him, with a smile: “I made you this.”

“For me? aw shucks, thanks dude.” Craig told him, following: “And now, here’s my gift to you.”

He hands Sanjay a small box, kinda like the one Angelica clutched in her hand earlier, the eager boy opened the trinket and found a very rare and exotic treasure: a perfectly round saltwater pearl from the depths of the sea; Sanjay couldn't help but express his gratefulness with tears of happiness.

“It’s absolutely beautiful, Craig...thank you...”

“Sanjay, there’s also a question I’ve been wanting to ask you...”

“What is it?”

Before he could ask his question, two lasers shot out of my badge (Sanjay wasn’t wearing his) and zapped the two boys right in the chests, leaving them in screaming agony and pain and both me and Jenny in shock.

“I’ll get the boys to a hospital immediately, there’s stuff there that can heal you!” Jenny proclaimed as she grabbed the boys and prepared to fly off before another laser could strike at her as I took a quick, suspicious look at my badge and saw Angelica’s face on there, realizing she was spying on us while controlling the lasers just so she could kill her “traitors”! and with that, I take the badge off my shirt, threw it on the ground to stomp on it but before I could do so, one last laser was shot into my left leg and zapped it right off of me, next thing, sure enough: I found myself lying on the ground, screaming in agony.

.................................................?

Much later, I woke up in a small hospital room somewhere, possibly far away from Bikini Atoll, on top of a comfy bed with a drawer and lamp on one side and a vintage TV on the right that was playing Reptar movies, I also felt as if somehow I got my left leg back; I was thinking: "Did Jenny save us?", to find out, I removed the covers to find that I have, indeed, got my leg back but I had no idea how so I got up out of the bed to look for answers, only to feel blood leaking from my leg after a few seconds into leaving the room; I turned around and saw it wasn't typical blood: it was pitch black like squid ink (no offense, Squidward)~ Finally, Jenny appears to clean up the mess and apologize a dozen times, now was my chance to ask her some questions.

"Jenny..." I ask: "...why is my blood black?"

"Tommy, that's not blood: that's an oil leak from the prosthetic leg I gave you."

“Thanks.....wait a minute, you’re a doctor!?”

“Well, yes....you see: my Mom teaching me how to build and create things outside of school inspired me to become a doctor so I could save more lives, especially those who get injured during my fights with the giant monsters I battled in Tremorton, I am a superhero so I thought it would make sense.”

“I see, thank you Jenny....also, where's Craig and Sanjay?"

"They didn't make it" she said, "No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fix the damage that laser did to the inside of their hearts...I'm so sorry, Tommy." she said as she hung her head in grief.

My jaw dropped, my hands started shaking and my heart boiled with rage aimed at Angelica~ look, I know she's overzealous and prideful but she went far over the line, going as far as to physically hurt me and kill my friends, something even her 4 year old self would have never done and that's when I realized it was too late for her to change, no matter how many times I've tried, she'll always get worse but before I could vent my feelings on that blonde witch, I saw a little girl around Fabian’s age, seated on a chair by the window; she kinda looked like a tinier Sanjay but with pigtails and Craig’s golden eyes.

"Where did the kid come from?" I ask her.

"Well, they asked me a favor, you see: they told me that they always wanted to have a little buddy to have around when Sanjay would be able to move out so their final wish was to see her brought into the world; I couldn't use a DNA sample from either of them since they where already dead so I decided to improvise with some good ol’ mechanics.”

“I wonder if she has a name.”

“Sanjay suggested that they’d name her a name meaning “💖”.”

“What would that be?”

“Lalasa.”

✨

💔

Lalasa’s POV

All this time I could have been living with a couple of very happy people being there for me 24/7 instead of living in a crummy school dorm with no one around and all I could do was hide my face in Tommy’s chest, letting it all out; moments later, I stopped sobbing and we both heard the faint sound of a crowd screaming from outside~ we looked out the window and saw an aircraft carrying out a couple members of the infamous Cartoon Network, as they where panicking like headless chickens; I wonder why?

🌠

Plucky’s POV

“WHY THE HECK DIDN’T YOU THREE CHOOSE THE QUICK-DRY PAINT!?” I roared with all the rage in my body at my so-called “Golden Boys” (more like “Bronze Boys” at this point) as I was trying to find a safe place away from the Dictator and her army.

Eddy back-sassed: “But it was Lumpy over here who picked it out!”

“You shoulda known better and picked out the paint yourself, you pink roach!”

“How dare you call me a roach after all those plans we gave your high and mighty hiney!”

The two of us argued and argued as Angelica and her goons where catching up on us, without any warning, a painted “golden” anvil quickly-as-possible got launched right at my face, booted me out of the craft and lead me into the lake as the craft crashed into a tree; it was about that time she was gonna arrest us~ was this the end of an era for our organization? well, no, not really for I had one more trick up my sleeve....literally! I hid a walkie-talkie in there for a special occasion.

“Do any of you me!?” My break-of-silence caused everyone to get their own out of their compartments and respond.

“Yo, have any backup plans?” Mordecai, my fellow fine feathered friend, replies first.

“See the blimp?”

“Yeah.”

“Is Alpha Quebec still aboard our ship?”

“Waaay ahead of you, dudes.” Amethyst chirps.

“Well, you’re a shape-shifter and you have a whip with a sharp, pointy end~ you have multiple choices so do the math! over and out.” I sign off.

It would not be long before I saw the glorious sight of Amethyst turning into a form familiar to her “Purple Puma” facade, breaking off a sharp, pointy tree branch and then launching it at the blimp’s balloon and making it whiz off into the sunset to the cheering of the other crew members~ we later celebrated our victory at the Cold-Kauss that evening, inviting all the rest of the CN team and our allies at Ghost Planet Industries for an all-nighter’s banquet in honor of our greatest attempt at our brand of Le Parkour.

“Goodness, you must have had a wild night....If I was still serving under you, I would have definitely had my sword handy.” said Jack, noticing the bandages that covered my head from the great fall I had.

“Yeah, but it turned out to be one of our best though! you shoulda seen the look on An-Devil-ca’s face!” I chuckle.

“So who’s paying for all of this?” He asks.

“I made a deal with the three stooges (the Eds): So don’t get fired, Eddy loans me their cash for every time a plan of theirs backfires~ riiiiight Eddy boi?”

Eddy, with a sour look on his face replies: “Yeah yeah, don’t rub it in.” as he gives me another dollar to pay for Jack’s tea.

🌠Thanks for reading!🌠

[comicteaparty]

September 20th, 2018 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on September 20th, 2018, from 5PM - 7PM PDT.  The chat focused on The Hunter of Fenaur by CalimonGraal.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB START!

Good evening, everyone~! This week’s Thursday Book Club is officially beginning! Today we are discussing The Hunter of Fenaur by CalimonGraal~! (http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/)

Remember that Thursday discussions are completely freeform! However, every 30 minutes I will drop in OPTIONAL discussion questions in case you’d like a bit of a prompt. If you miss out on one of these prompts, you can find them pinned for the chat’s duration. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is fun and respectfully appreciating the comic. All that said, let’s begin! NOTE Disclaimer about today’s questions: Questions have been written with the assumption at least some people have only read The Hunter of Fenaur and not Cali’s other comics. Keep that in mind with your spoilers.

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

Superjustinbros

HELOO

Draco Plato

Hiiiii~!

I really enjoyed the restaurant scene, the facial expressions were adorable and I enjoyed the back and forth between the characters~!

RebelVampire

i really enjoyed iris being like whatever to how ever much money he was spending.

Superjustinbros

http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/43

This page gave me a good laugh

CalimonGraal

watching

Draco Plato

hahah I enjoyed that too

Superjustinbros

take it offfffff

RebelVampire

i actually think scene wise ivan getting to the place where thistle is dancing is my favorite. theres a lot of great illustrations and good energy.

Draco Plato

loooooooool

his little cameo in the back

ivan always showing up in the pervy places

Kabocha

I actually really liked chapter 3! http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/28 I relate so much to "holy crap everything here is expensive"

Iris, though... I mean, it's nice that he ordered what Thistle wanted, but... :| I feel like in some ways that's crossing a line

but he's trying to win Thistle over, so... I dunno, it's just something that makes me slightly uneasy.

CalimonGraal

haha i worried about that

RebelVampire

its okay for me i also wondered if thistle even wanted a pansket. cause thistle couldve just been looking for that under the assumption itd be the cheapest

Kabocha

Well, from a comic side, it's fine. It shows their personalities. But if it was me on that date, I'd be like... "wait what"

Draco Plato

i wondered that too rebel, lol

Kabocha

Thankfully it ended up being that's what Thistle wanted.

Draco Plato

yeah i felt like if that had been me i'd have been a bit offended, like iris was coming on way too forcefully(edited)

RebelVampire

nah personally im with you. i would be pissed if iris did that and would probably leave XD

Superjustinbros

http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/46 The bottom of this page

Draco Plato

what about it?

Superjustinbros

Oh wait, it was the one before it

Silly me

But good to see we got a dance lover in this story

Kabocha

Iris strikes me as wanting to unsettle thistle just a smidge. "Don't get too comfy"

RebelVampire

tbf i think that might be true. cause you dont want your persons of interest to be too comfy when youre getting ready for an interrogation

although alternatively, iris might just not get out much

and just thinks its normal

secretly this is iris' first date and he spent 2 hours deciding what to wear

Mharz

I have to say the restaurant scene. Thistle is so adorable eating those fancy food.

Draco Plato

takes two hours to decide what to wear and shows up in the same outfit XD

Superjustinbros

@RebelVampire Great, now I'm thinking of all the ways you can make someone comfy during an interrogation.

^That's me on a busy day

Mharz

Lol

RebelVampire

clearly iris decided that he should look casual and not come off as overly eager O_O

CalimonGraal

maybe iris did it this way so many times he thinks this is how a normal date is like

RebelVampire

iris is the victim of the gold diggers

which to be fair

fenaur is probably full of them

cause fenaur is a terrible planet /shot

Draco Plato

iris just showing off his rich fancy pants self

Superjustinbros

Iris and his pants

Draco Plato

Waiter, I'll buy the whole menu

actually surprised he didn't do that XD

Superjustinbros

"That'll be one million dollars."

Mharz

Ask the person to go on date. 5mins later... "Hey, are you the dude I'm looking for?"

Kabocha

LOL

"This is all business, no pleasure. That'll be in a few days."

RebelVampire

wait wait wait

http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/45

iris you cant wait till then to ask if youre making thistle uncomfy XD

that ship sailed at dinnedr

Draco Plato

riiiiight?

Superjustinbros

"This aint uncomfy at all"

Kabocha

"So you're wasting my time" No, hes getting paid

Draco Plato

I'm sorry is my stalker nature uncomfortable

Kabocha

the questions are less work aren't they xD(edited)

Draco Plato

i did wonder why iris didn't just pay for him and only talk

I thought it was kinda a jerk thing to actually use him as a whore by actually sleeping with him based on what his ambitions are

especially knowing that thistle isn't that into him atm

granted thistle said it was fine

but maybe that was just to shut iris up too

Kabocha

Honestly, it wasn't until chapter 4 page 15 that I actually imagined Thistle having a deeper voice. I'd imagined he was putting on a falsetto to sound demure and then on this page he's all like: "Hmph. I highly doubt it" And Iris is all like "Dropped the bass too soon"

Mharz

Thistle said his boss would be mad if he didn't do his job

Draco Plato

true but i mean sleeping with someone seems like a big deal, but that may just be me too

especially if you're mainly just trying to use them for something, it seems dishonest

RebelVampire

sleeping with someone can be a big deal but might be a better option than getting beaten.

Mharz

Fair

Kabocha

Iris was kind of trying to demand that he do what he paid for or gtfo

Draco Plato

yeah, and I think it works in story, but from a personal level I wouldn't consider it romantic at least

Kabocha

His boss could make a ton more money by treating these as therapy sessions tho

Mharz

Lol yeah

Kabocha

I mean, there's an entire industry based on cuddling

Draco Plato

riiiight?

and unless the boss is filming it he doesn't really know wtf they're doing in there

Superjustinbros

Oh yeah, Kabo's right

Gotta milk out all them monies

Kabocha

...I mean, they live in fenaur. ....................Therapy would be useful.

Draco Plato

truth

Mharz

There might be cctvs. The world may never know

RebelVampire

no no the planet has to be fixed first. cause otherwise therell never be enough theapists for the planet.

Superjustinbros

what about ciropractors

Kabocha

at the risk of being gross -- I would think the boss is happier with clients that talk instead of have sex -- means less to clean up...

Draco Plato

oh that's a good point

Kabocha

You don't have to pay for laundry or cleaner or anything!

THISTLE, MAKE THIS A BUSINESS PLAN ALREADY

Draco Plato

on fenaur i doubt they'd do that anyway

Superjustinbros

True.

Kabocha

ew, ew ewwwwww

Draco Plato

omg that room is probably so filthy

Superjustinbros

Sex can be fun sometimes but good god it's messy as hell

Kabocha

never enter a Fenaurian brothel. Or at least don't--- take a black light in there

........rip

Draco Plato

rip PG chat

Mharz

Lol

Kabocha

Realistically, the bigger problem is people who fall asleep and drool on the pillows

THISTLE

Superjustinbros

UGH I HATE WHEN I DO THAT

RebelVampire

thistle now owes the boss an extra $10,000 for the pillow

Superjustinbros

That's why I always sleep on my back

Draco Plato

they didn't even spoon, gosh

Kabocha

http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/50 These pillows are probably just covered in drool.

Mharz

Omg

RebelVampire

to iris' credit, he at least commented what he did felt wrong

Draco Plato

drool and sweat

Mharz

And some other unmentionable stuff

Draco Plato

Iris: I feel so wrong, if i stay longer maybe there'll be a round 2

CalimonGraal

loooooool

Mharz

Pft

If I stay longer, maybe I can examine him more.

/shots(edited)

Draco Plato

gotta look over his body again

for "clues"

RebelVampire

jokes on you thistle has all the answers inked on his back

Mharz

Lmao

Draco Plato

liiiiies

Kabocha

cough

RebelVampire

QUESTION 2. Though Thistle and Iris grow close rather quickly, much is left to mystery. Who exactly do you think Thistle is? Is Iris right in that Thistle is connected to Dezar in some way? Alternatively, do you think the resemblance is a red herring? Whichever the case, do you think Thistle knows more about Dezar than he lets on? If so, why would he keep it secret? What do you think Thistle’s past is, especially in regards to the pain that Iris keeps mentioning he sees? Do you think Iris will be able to help Thistle in regards to his past, or is Thistle going to be forever haunted?

Kabocha

Thistle didn't let him see his back, so

I think Thistle is Dezar. But we'll see!

Mharz

I like Thistle's reaction when Iris mentioned the name Dezar

Draco Plato

I think Thistle is some kind of plant

Kabocha

Thistle doesn't want his rap as a monster gettin' out, so he's like, ooph, gotta look cute! MAGIC, GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Superjustinbros

Did someone say rap

Mharz

Thistle is a flower literally iirc

RebelVampire

draco no

Mharz

Lol

RebelVampire

thistle was a planet monster all along

Superjustinbros

EPIC RAP BATTLE START

D:

Kabocha

I have thistles in my yard

should I pull them up

Mharz

Clearly the solution to heal thistle is to give him fancy food

Draco Plato

maybe Thistle is his missing uncle

in disguise

Mharz

Gasp

Draco Plato

and that's why thistle was like no this is bad but then was like well okay, for my cute nephew

Mharz

It is high likely that Thistle is Dezar tho becos it was mentioned Dezar can shapeshift.

RebelVampire

draco no

bad draco

Mharz

Altho by that logic Dezar can also be one of thistles pillows.

Draco Plato

and then he becomes his wife

and it's beautiful

RebelVampire

but i am going to post a theory draco stated yesterday elsewhere

“maybe thistle is a sleeper agent

and was ordered to kill iris, and this is all a trap he set up to entice him”

CalimonGraal

a pillow that thistle drooled on

Draco Plato

oh thank you cause i couldn't remember the real theories I had XD

Kabocha

So thistle is Dezar XD

but Dezar is the sleeper agent of DESTRUCTION

Draco Plato

gdi

thistle cannot be dezar

Mharz

Gasp

Draco Plato

madness

Kabocha

Why's that

Draco Plato

because one has black hair

Kabocha

So? XD

Draco Plato

and their face markings are different, gosh

and they have different clothes!

RebelVampire

another of draco's darker theories

“they just happen to be the same height

maybe dezar brainwashed iris into loving him

and replaced thistle in his mind”

Mharz

He's one of the pillows

Draco Plato

ah okay that was the better theory

RebelVampire

even tho that tech be psychteria spoilers but w/e

Mharz

Lol

Draco Plato

flails over multiple story confusion

RebelVampire

cause atm i think most of us here have read psychteria anyway

XD

Mharz

Yas

Draco Plato

true

Kabocha

Yep.

RebelVampire

wait @CalimonGraal have you read psychteria? /shot

Draco Plato

looooool

Tenor | Shinavar

Gasp Such spoilers how dare

Mharz

Pft

Tenor | Shinavar

(I'M SLOW SORRY EVERYTHING HAPPENING AT ONCE WILL ANSWER Q'S IN A BIT)

Kabocha

Zage had been changed, but. I mean like. ................Why can't Dezar have been changed to Thistle and then back?

Draco Plato

cause OvO;;;

Tenor | Shinavar

Would explain a lot tbh - serious mental damage

Mharz

<.<

Draco Plato

internal screaming

Kabocha

we know almost nothing about Dezar aside from him being a super murderer

I'll never forgive him for what he did to Jamie's mooooooooom

Draco Plato

it's sad the song Stacy's mom started playing in my head(edited)

Mharz

Kabocha no spillerz

Tenor | Shinavar

-Holds back my own screaming about Jamie's mom-

Kabocha

Hunter takes place AFTER Chronicles, so...

are they spoilers?

are they really

Mharz

Lol

RebelVampire

dezar couldnt live with what he did to jamie's mom either so said "plz employers i want to forget." so they made him into thistle. but then thistle regained dezar memories anyway cause employers sucked.

Tenor | Shinavar

THat's fair

CalimonGraal

hunter does indeed take place a lot of years after chronicles

lol

Tenor | Shinavar

Wait why just Jamie's mom tho

and not like the whole neighborhood he nuked/moved

Draco Plato

cause she baked cookies

and we like cookies

Tenor | Shinavar

-Snert-

Fair

Mharz

Lol

Tenor | Shinavar

We need dem cookies

Draco Plato

what's life without cookies

come back mom

RebelVampire

fenaur clearly doesnt have cookies

Tenor | Shinavar

...Does Iris make some fine cookies?

RebelVampire

its like the most luxury item

Mharz

Dezar actually just want cookies

Draco Plato

Iris certainly does some fine baking in the bedroom

Mharz

Pretty sure Iris can do anything

:3

Draco Plato

except be tall

Mharz

Rip

Draco Plato

Iris brings a box to stand on from now on

RebelVampire

im so glad i was not drinking anything in that moment.

Mharz

No workout will save him from that

Sorry Iris

RebelVampire

i like the sleep agent theory because it makes iris bumping into thistle less of a coincidence

Draco Plato

I do too

Superjustinbros

Lol, yes.

Tenor | Shinavar

Saaaame

Draco Plato

cause it puts thistle more in control than it seems like

thistle laying in bed like all according to keikaku

Tenor | Shinavar

kasjdhLKASJDH.

Mharz

OwO

Tenor | Shinavar

New level of Voyuerism right there

RebelVampire

as long as thistle is still drooling while thinking that

Draco Plato

well he's thinking about jamie's mom's cookies then

Tenor | Shinavar

Or exhibitionist. Or both. \

HHH-

Mharz

He's drooling about food and other stuffs

Tenor | Shinavar

LOL omg

BL doesn't stand for boy love it's Bake Love

Mharz

Pretty sure he wished Iris brought more strawberry cakes

Superjustinbros

I heard strawberry cakes

Mharz

Yas

RebelVampire

ya know iris really should have

Superjustinbros

strawberry cakes for everyone

Mharz

Right?

RebelVampire

cause bribery is another option for getting ppl to talk

Draco Plato

Iris: I know you're not happy to see me, but- BUT- I brought cake, so

Mharz

"Hey uh I brought you strawberry cakes, tell me, are you Dezar?"

Draco Plato

Thistle: eating the cake MMmmmmph?

Mharz

Lol

Draco Plato

Thistle: Man you're focused on this Dezar guy, just go sleep with him then fume fume

Mharz

I heard Dezar likes strawberry cakes too

Draco Plato

Thistle: Who told you that???

Thistle: I mean.... cough I don't care, who cares, who's Dezar, who's cake

RebelVampire

thistle and dezar are really brothers. and the pain iris is always seeing is thsitle remembering that time dezar stole his cake

Draco Plato

inwardly he's just cursing him in his mind

Mharz

He stole the entire thing

Draco Plato

maybe dezar is his split personality

Mharz

Not even a morsel was left

Draco Plato

maybe they're conjoined twins

in their soul

RebelVampire

split personalities opens hilarious doors

iris and thistle sleep together

iris wakes up

surprise dezar is in bed with him

Mharz

Lol

Superjustinbros

"Wake up, sweetie"

Draco Plato

Oh no, I was supposed to capture him but instead I captured his heart

Mharz

Or rather his heart was captured

CalimonGraal

loooool

iris is a pokemon trainer

catches hearts

RebelVampire

hey the king just wanted dezar contained. iris is choosing to contain dezar with love.

Draco Plato

Iris: It's okay, I've contained him in my bedroom sparkles

Mharz

It still works in a way.

Tenor | Shinavar

(I admit minor disappointment in Iris no having candy crush on his phone)

Mharz

Pft

Draco Plato

loooool

RebelVampire

hey maybe we just didnt see it

Mharz

He already finished it

Superjustinbros

>Candy Crush

Eww(edited)

RebelVampire

thats what he did after buying thistle's time

Mharz

So he deleted the app

xxbonecrusher

Hello

Kabocha

he probably had sailormoon drops if he wanted suffering

Draco Plato

Hi Bone~!

Mharz

Hi bone(edited)

RebelVampire

hello bone~!

Superjustinbros

eey Bone~

Tenor | Shinavar

“1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?”

THe dinner scene: Because Iris comes off so much like a sugar daddy it's killing me.

“2. Though Thistle and Iris grow close rather quickly, much is left to mystery. Who exactly do you think Thistle is? Is Iris right in that Thistle is connected to Dezar in some way? Alternatively, do you think the resemblance is a red herring? Whichever the case, do you think Thistle knows more about Dezar than he lets on? If so, why would he keep it secret? What do you think Thistle’s past is, especially in regards to the pain that Iris keeps mentioning he sees? Do you think Iris will be able to help Thistle in regards to his past, or is Thistle going to be forever haunted?”

I wasn't under the impression they're close at all. Just because you pay to do the deed don't mean jack and neither have been very forthcoming without having serious strings attached/one hell of a mental game of chess going on. DUE TO SPOILERS I can't answer some of this but yeah I like the secret agent idea going around.

Superjustinbros

Seems like the dinner scene is a fav

Draco Plato

it was a good scene

full of emotion

RebelVampire

sorry thistle, no one cares about your dancing. your performance calling is eating(edited)

Tenor | Shinavar

I'm just hooked on the idea Iris is SO USED to being rich any concept around it is kjust mind boggling to him

Draco Plato

thistle was showing much leg

Mharz

Rip

Tenor | Shinavar

To the point he's forgoing so many social norms apparently hhhh

Mharz

Iris is secretly a prince

Superjustinbros

legs

Iris is now our price

RebelVampire

iris was the king's son all along!

Superjustinbros

it's all in the l e g s

Tenor | Shinavar

I'd believe it

Draco Plato

le gasp

RebelVampire

the king just wanted an excuse to meet his son

Tenor | Shinavar

Boi gotta earn his lavish lifestyle

Mharz

Becos he can probably get anything with cash

CalimonGraal

looool

i imagined iris in a prince outfit now

Mharz

Yes

Tenor | Shinavar

Next time he pays for Thistle - meet him in the room already dressed

Superjustinbros

yessss

CalimonGraal

prince iris's actual plan; make thistle into one of his concubines

//lolno

Tenor | Shinavar

IDK I'D BELIEVE IT

Draco Plato

i'd buy it

RebelVampire

nope this is the new canon

iris is a prince

its how he got his sassy walk

Tenor | Shinavar

SO MUCH IS EXPLAINED

RebelVampire

iris also intends to overthrow his father

which explains psychteria

all the pieces fall into place

Superjustinbros

and then we put them back together?

RebelVampire

??? not sure what your meaning is?

Mharz

Fnaf ref(edited)

Draco Plato

if it wasn't in a song I won't get FnaF refs

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. In recent times, Iris seems to more or less have convinced Thistle to help him. Do you think Thistle will indeed help Iris, or will Thistle throw in the towel for some reason? Similarly, will Iris still want Thistle’s help after they’ve been together for some time? Besides information, how do you foresee Thistle might help Iris? Given Thistle’s fear of his boss, do you think Thistle and Iris will suffer consequences for Thistle trying to leave? Assuming the two manage to find Dezar, what do you think will happen in that case? Lastly, what events in general do you foresee might bring the pair closer together?

Draco Plato

so many questions

Mharz

Somehow I think Thistle will mislead him

Draco Plato

i think foreshadowing has been set up for the boss being hard to get away from

so it seems like he'll be an obstacle at some point because of that

if Thistle were Dezar why would he be so afraid of the boss

what is the boss's secrets

is he a titan

CalimonGraal

the boss is scary

Draco Plato

he don't look scary

Tenor | Shinavar

I'm waiting for Thistle to like; milk Iris dry. "Do you like this?" "SLip me a $20 and I'll tell you" /shot

Draco Plato

he totally should, LOL

Tenor | Shinavar

But nah; the way things sounds there's gotta be a conract on Thistle or something that money alone would prevent him from being able to escape - though with Iris' penchance to just kill and ask questions later in case he was heavily mistaken <_< He's gotta be a top grade A badass for that to just not happen either

THe boss I mean being a badass

RebelVampire

thistle agreed to help cause hes like "clearly this dude wants to be my sugar daddy. time to leave and get to wear jewels and fine fabric outfits all the time."

Tenor | Shinavar

Exactly

Draco Plato

buy me a penthouse sugardaddy

Mharz

Lol

RebelVampire

i would assume the boss has minions so maybe it doesnt matter if the boss is scary or not if the minions are scary

and secretly titans

Tenor | Shinavar

True

Draco Plato

i wonder how strong thistle is

Tenor | Shinavar

Either way something has to exist to prevent Iris' murder itch

strong enough to fireman carry Iris when he's being a shit

Draco Plato

cause if he were dezar on that hypothetical than why would an immortal fear anyone

Tenor | Shinavar

Hm.

THat would fall into the sleeper agent idea, wouldn't it?

If he doesn't know he's immortal-

Draco Plato

true

or if he's a sleeper agent for an organization and not dezar than it could all be a ruse

Tenor | Shinavar

Tho TBF - if you were immortal would you still want to go through pain and live your life on the run?

RebelVampire

if this is the case, thistle is gonna get stabbed, almost die, but then not die and be like "wtf is going on"

Draco Plato

maybe he's trying to have the boss kill iris

Tenor | Shinavar

OH GOD REBEL

Draco Plato

looooool

Tenor | Shinavar

Iris holding him sobbing hysterically in a pool of blood

Thistle just coughs and sits up like "who died wtf iris"

Draco Plato

stop blubbering like a baby you loser, i'm fine

Tenor | Shinavar

-choke- "tis but a flesh wound"

Draco Plato

omg XDD

Tenor | Shinavar

I was about to cheer I didn't feel old

then I remembered we're the same age

OTL

Draco Plato

it's okay, we're old together

kabo and rebel got it too i'm sure

Tenor | Shinavar

wheeze

mathtans

I liked the scene where Iris was all "I will buy all of your knives ... also I will take a couple right now because evil is afoot!"

Draco Plato

i wondered why iris didn't bring his own weapons

after he'd been preparing for days

but then didn't bring weapons XD

mathtans

Left them in the last person he killed. Can always buy more.

Tenor | Shinavar

I want to pretend he did

Draco Plato

pulled a deadpool and left them in the car

Tenor | Shinavar

but left them in the bike

Draco Plato

YUP

Tenor | Shinavar

Cause he's kinda 'derp' about social norms - so I like to think he's one of those people who never failed a lot?

Cause he acts like someone who doesn't know much failure in life <_<

mathtans

Tried spoons on the last mission, they didn't go so hot, needs to buy his knives back.

Mharz

He never picks the knives once he threw it

Superjustinbros

what about forks

mathtans

Had watched 'The Tick' too much.

Draco Plato

when in doubt use cutlery

mathtans

But get the cake to go.

Tenor | Shinavar

hhhhhh

RebelVampire

yes i concur with tenor, that iris isnt well adapted to failure

minus whatever might have happened with his uncle

thistle is not helping iris' ego

Tenor | Shinavar

YeAH

THistle's gonna make it worse I bet

mathtans

Thistle finds Dezar, Dezar says "I am your father", and Thistle helps him escape from Iris.

Draco Plato

oh that could be

dezar could be his dad

cause there was the orphan comment on thistle's end

mathtans

Yis. Dezar gave him up for adoption because people were trying to kill him.

Dezar that is, not Thistle.

Tenor | Shinavar

Would Dezar know tho, bc mom and all that?

mathtans

Don't want to give assassins someone who's a relative to target.

Draco Plato

men give birth a lot on fenaur

Tenor | Shinavar

OH RIGHT

I forgot that

RebelVampire

especially shape shifter men

Tenor | Shinavar

...WHat if the original Dezar is gonna die thanks to Iris but then Thistle changes his identity to Dezar to escape his boss?

Mharz

I ended up thinking of seahorse

I was thinking the boss know who dezar is

Iris shouldve bribed him first

Tenor | Shinavar

Fffft

RebelVampire

i like it cause its ironic, that this immortal dezar actually wasnt so immortal after all

i mean really

where is the king's info coming from

Draco Plato

ponyville

mathtans

Dezar isn't really immortal, it's just he keeps giving the title over to another shapeshifter. Thistle is next Dezar.

Draco Plato

O_O

Tenor | Shinavar

This is true. And look at how rumors/legends get around

Draco Plato

that'd be neat tho if it was just an assassin name or something

Mharz

Gasp

mathtans

It's like that pirate king in "Princess Bride".

Mharz

Dezar is the avatar

mathtans

Roberts.

Draco Plato

yus, that's who i was thinking of too

Tenor | Shinavar

Superjustinbros

Robertsons?

mathtans

Or maybe Iris is the next Dezar. Takes on the mantle to protect Thistle from people who think Thistle is Dezar.

Draco Plato

that'd be neat

but iris so short

mathtans

Stilts.

Draco Plato

they're like storm troopers, gotta be 6ft

RebelVampire

guy who knew the last dezar meets iris dezar, is like "hey did you get shorter"

Draco Plato

then iris pulls out his box and stands on it and says call me short now O_O

mathtans

More like pulls out knives.

Draco Plato

real question is does iris' stature hint at him being the uke

in the future that is

RebelVampire

only if we apply the anime ruleset

mathtans

That means he plays the ukulele in bed?

Draco Plato

now that i know zage is pronounced like mage I feel like anime logic is lost

that's exactly what it means math

mathtans

Problematic if there's no strings attached.

Draco Plato

LOL

noice

CalimonGraal

omg

Draco Plato

awww wouldn't it be cool if Thistle were a living doll

Mharz

I always thought it's pronounced like that

mathtans

I think I ship.... the booth bunnies in Panel 2 here. http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/9

RebelVampire

i cant unpicture iris playing a ukulele in bed now. and thistle waking up being like wtf im trying to sleep

Draco Plato

oh no i didn't even notice them before, they're cute

CalimonGraal

thistle would make a pretty doll

Draco Plato

Iris: It's because I'm the Uke, this is what I do

RebelVampire

yeah cali's background characters are actually pretty interesting and cute if you take the time to look

Draco Plato

They are, it's true

mathtans

Rebel: Thistle can play the seme instrument.

CalimonGraal

looooooool

RebelVampire

QUESTION 4. Despite the comic’s infancy, there are several mini mysteries that have been hinted at throughout. Who do you think was the mysterious stranger who glared at Thistle and Iris on their “date?” Is it no one, someone from Thistle’s past, someone from Iris’ past, or someone tied to the story in a different way? What do you think the stranger wants from Thistle and/or Iris? Further, Iris has mentioned a missing uncle. What do you think happened to Iris’ uncle? Do you think hunting Dezar will help Iris find him? If so, how? If not, do you think Iris will give up the search or suffer through it for years to come? Lastly, who the heck is Dezar? How do you think he became immortal, and do you think there is an actual way for Iris to defeat someone so dangerous?

mathtans

Let's hear it for background characters!

RebelVampire

aww ukelele duets

mathtans

Like duelling banjos but with more gay.

RebelVampire

rubs hands together cause some of those questions you cant have answers to just from reading cali's other comics

Mharz

I thought it was the boss

Kabocha

I step away to get dinner and come back to conspiracy theories and avatar talk!

Superjustinbros

welcome back~

Kabocha

I'm proud of you all. Anyway, who glared at Thistle and Iris? Probably Iris' boss.

mathtans

The stranger wants to know where to get cool knives and birthmarks like them.

Kabocha

Iris has probably been told not to sleep with his marks.

Repeatedly. AND THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN.

CalimonGraal

iris pls

mathtans

Or possibly the stranger just wants a nice cake, like Thistle got.

Kabocha

Iris is a walking HR complaint.

Thistle was seduced by cake. :3

Superjustinbros

Seduce the cake back

RebelVampire

gonna give some help http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/25 glare-y person http://hunter.fenauriverse.moe/comic/43 who we can assume is the boss

mathtans

The missing uncle is actually the guy who was selling gym equipment at the sales day. Disguised. Been tracking Iris for a while.

While the Glare-y person is Thistle's ex-boyfriend.

Or maybe that's the other way around.

RebelVampire

just watched them at the restaurant the whole time thinking "how dare you buy thistle cake you date stealer"

Kabocha

WAIT IS THAT GLARING PERSON............................................ Whatishname

Sen

mathtans

"how dare you go to the one restaurant I cannot afford"

CalimonGraal

i'm not sure if sen was born yet when HoF happened

RebelVampire

no shush cali

its sen

Kabocha

Sen's father! Or grandfather!

mathtans

Sen is also immortal now.

CalimonGraal

loooooool

Kabocha

Sen's memories of his sister are fake.

RebelVampire

maybe it is sen's father tho

Kabocha

She was ACTUALLY his handler and the mastermind of the Psyc/ --cue Kabocha being dragged off for spoilers

RebelVampire

rip XD my theory is its iris' debt collector. iris isnt rich, he just maxes out his credit cards

Superjustinbros

Good idea

Kabocha

GASP! He's gonna break Iris' knees

CalimonGraal

iris trying to impress everyone how rich he is

mathtans

I like that one. Collects debts by taking Iris' boyfriends.

CalimonGraal

has trashcans full of dead cards

mathtans

Or maybe it's a ukulele salesman. ducks runs

Kabocha

What if it's really Dezar with some foundation to cover up his eye marks

mathtans

Or it's Thistle's makeup specialist/manicurist.

RebelVampire

or both O_O dezar quit being a murderer and switched careers but had to hide lest the past follow him

Kabocha

"If he eats cake he's going to ruin his lipstick!!"

Superjustinbros

r.i.p. lipstick

RebelVampire

after thistle ran out he approached thistle and said how dare, now we have to go redo all your makeup

Superjustinbros

what color lipstick does he wear

Kabocha

Black.

Like Iris' heart.

CalimonGraal

like his soul

or that

mathtans

On the topic of how do you trap a person who's immortal... maybe pin them to a wall with knives? Or dig a pit and put tasty cake on top as a trap? (Does Dezar like cake too?)(edited)

Superjustinbros

that sounds brutal

RebelVampire

iris has black everything. black heart, black soul, etc.

CalimonGraal

he likes to paint it all black

mathtans

Black beard?

RebelVampire

i mean tbf being immortal doesnt auto mean youre super invulnerable

Superjustinbros

Black lipstick

RebelVampire

so maybe they just pin dezar to the wall

leave him

CalimonGraal

he still feels pain

RebelVampire

and dezar is just trapped forever

mathtans

Dezar's the pin-up boy.

CalimonGraal

omg

RebelVampire

ppl stop by every tuesday to throw tomatos at him

mathtans

Or cake.

Kabocha

His feelings can be hurt.

CalimonGraal

hes secretly quasimoto

RebelVampire

Iris: You have split ends and your skin is dry. Dezar: cries forever

CalimonGraal

looooooool

RebelVampire

on a diff note, maybe iris' uncle is the king O_O and iris just doesnt realize it cause the king looks like a kid

Superjustinbros

Maybe

mathtans

Oh, right, the King. Hmm, maybe Dezar and the King have a bet going, that's how the whole thing started. It's why Iris had to swear to the consequences and all.

RebelVampire

the king and dezar are teaching iris a lesson about failure

since iris doesnt know about failure

mathtans

That's actually a pretty valid point. They already tried to do it through the debt collector and it didn't work.

Superjustinbros

lol

mathtans

Iris does seem to be rethinking things towards the end there though. That's interesting.

RebelVampire

yes, iris does have a conscience

maybe during his journey iris is going to find out dezar killed his uncle, thus giving him personal incenetive for his hunt. only to find out that his uncle was a terrible person.

mathtans

That would be an interesting twist.

Superjustinbros

ye

mathtans

Or it was an uncle-Dezar duel, and they both attacked, except for the immortality thing guaranteeing a win.

(Or is Dezar the uncle?)

RebelVampire

gasp

Superjustinbros

Anyways I guess since time's almost up, I'd like to say good luck with the rest of the comic, Cali. You have a great story going on here and it's backed up with some cool art (and cute bois).

Draco Plato

I think it's a fun read and the dialogue is well written

mathtans

Yeah, big universe there, much going on!

RebelVampire

but that is an interesting point. dezar can just always win by challenging to duels and then surprise, hes immortal

can never lose

try try again O_O

CalimonGraal

thank :"3

mathtans

Maybe that's why the King wants him dead. Accidentally accepted a duel next month.

CalimonGraal

looooooool

Kabocha

Cali - I look forward to reading more!

Superjustinbros

You're welcome

And I second Kabo~

RebelVampire

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Comic Tea Party- Thursday Book Club

Next week’s Thursday Book Club will be about Heart of Keol by keiiii. For participants, you have the next week to read as much of the comic as you would like~! We hope to see you on Thursday, September 27th, from 5PM to 7PM PDT for the chat in #thursday_bookclub! @keii4ii Comic’s Main Site: http://www.heartofkeol.com/

Comic’s Tapas Mirror: < https://tapas.io/series/keol/%3E

Comic’s ComicFury Mirror: http://keol.webcomic.ws/