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✧ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | luke hughes (feat. quinn + jack) ♔

summary: the relationship between the hughes brothers is special, but the bond between quinn, jack, and luke’s girlfriend is something else or four times quinn and jack were there for luke's girlfriend when she couldn’t tell luke or luke wasn’t availble

warnings: finals (physics), stress, crying, mean comments, threats, fighting, car breaking down/running out of grass, being followed, angsty + fluffy, asshole luke

notes: happy almost (or now) new year everyone! i still have three hours (central time different fr). for the finals one you can pick whatever you want but i suck at physics so i put that but you can put math or something related to your own major if you want, also I gave you a 4.0 bc i can and it made sense for this. I tried to do as much with quinn and jack but my luke side was coming out a lot in the second and last one.

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The One with the Finals | Quinn ~ Winter of 2023

The day before her physics final, y/n was in tears. There were papers not only all over her desk but on the walls and the ground as well. The whiteboard that hung in her apartment was littered with kinematics equations and a bunch of random vocabulary words that probably weren’t necessary for her final. 

More tears sprung in her eyes as she looked at her review guide, “Who the fuck knows this shit?”

Her roommates had already gone home, finishing their finals the day before so she was alone. It was almost 7 and she had been studying for six hours, maybe more. She knew she should stop and take a break, make some dinner, maybe even watch a movie, but she couldn’t, not now, not when her grade was on the line. 

She was so close, oh so close to being done but the last question was too much for her. It sent her brain into overdrive, the wires were crossed, and nothing made sense anymore, not that it ever did anyway. She let out a noise, a cross between a groan and a whine, and threw her notes down and her pencil across the room. 

She took a peak at her phone and noticed the mass amount of messages from her boyfriend, a few from her parents, and a few from Luke’s family. The boy was so worried that he made his parents and Quinn and Jack text her just to see if she would answer, but she didn’t.

Now, no offense to Jack (but offense) and no offense to Luke, but they weren’t always the brightest of the bunch. Which is why she called Quinn, tears still obviously present.

“I’m going to fail.”

“Y/n? Luke’s been calling you for hours.”

“Yes, I know. I was studying for physics, and I’ve concluded that I’m going to fail.”

Quinn sat up from where he was lying on his bed, “No, you’re not.”

She let out a sob, “I am and then I’m going to get kicked out of school and everyone’s going to make fun of me and then Luke won’t want to date me anymore and then you guys will stop talking to me-”

“Hey! Calm down, none of that is going to happen because it’s not possible, y/n/n. What’s your GPA right now?”

“A 4.0.”

Quinn laughed, “Stop being so hard on yourself. You’re fine. I promise you, but if you feel that badly about it, I’ll help you study.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m fucking with you. Of course, I’ll help you. You’re my favorite sibling after all.”

“I’m not even related to you.”

“Yet.”

Y/n sent the PDF of the review guide to Quinn, who now sat at his desk on his computer. The two talked and studied with one another before Quinn realized the lack of color in the girl’s face, “Have you eaten yet?”

Y/n looked at him and then quickly looked down shamefully, “No.”

Quinn looked like he was going to yell at her but in reality, he was just worried, and the tiniest bit frustrated with her for not taking care of herself, not that he would ever tell her that though, “Go make dinner, you can bring me with if you want. I’ll even make my own.”

“But-”

“No, you’ll think better if you eat.” That could’ve been a total lie, but she would’ve listened to him anyway.

She took her phone and computer with her, still talking to Quinn as she made some ramen - the good kind, not the crappy instant one. Quinn smiled, happy with himself for making his brother’s girlfriend - or if he had it his and Jack’s way, his sister -  take care of herself and feel better.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

She had just gotten done with her final and she screamed internally, walking out of the room and heading to her dorm, waiting for her family to pick her up. She called Quinn immediately after she stepped out of the building. 

“Quinn! Quinn! Quinn! Guess what?!”

Quinn had been on his way to practice when he got the phone call, “What?”

“I passed!”

Quinn smiled, “See I told you, you would.”

“Thank you!"

✧༺✎༻∞

The One with the Haters | Jack ~ Fall of 2023

It never really bothered her, and Luke always said it shouldn’t. Yet, when Luke started his rookie year and gained more attraction, so did she. They were worse than what they were before, they came in mass amounts, the words dug deeper, and everything seemed to escalated. 

This wasn’t something that should’ve burdened Luke, he had enough to deal with it being his rookie season and trying to perform as well as he could, he didn’t need to hear about his fans attacking his girlfriend as well. Luke was, let’s just say, the most oblivious of them all. So she didn’t really have to worry about him finding out about it, anyway.

However, Jack knew about her mood changes. Every time she visited the two in New Jersey, she distanced herself from them, she took notice of who was around them when they went out and strategically sat next to Luke so people wouldn’t make accusations of her favoring Jack over him but not too close to him that it would seem like she’s attached and overbearing him.

He also took notice of the comments on his brother’s Instagram posts or whenever the wags would post y/n at a game. 

‘He’s too good for her.’

‘Why does she even come? It’s obvious he doesn’t want her there, he doesn’t even play well when she’s there.’

‘She’s just using him.’

‘7 don’t know what he sees in her.’

‘She’s not that pretty.’

Those barely scratched the surface of the comments. There were more, most about her looks and another good chunk of them just saying how the two didn’t make sense together. But the ones that hurt the worst, were the ones that came up once or twice in every ten posts. The ones that were about her using him, the ones that made threats to her and her family. The ones claiming that they knew everything about her life. The ones that said she was cheating on Luke with Jack or Quinn.

Jack had his fair share of hate comments, many of which he remembered from his rookie season. He knew how it felt to have someone close to him be praised so much and then be torn down for simply having a relationship with them and not being as good. 

The Devils were visiting Detroit near the late end of November and y/n decided to go to the game, hanging out with them the two days that they flew down early to be with her before the game. They were out at a restaurant and y/n was sitting in the very corner of the booth that they got.

Luke sat down next to her as Jack slid into the other side of the booth, still bantering with his brother. Luke was oblivious to the distance between him and y/n, shrugging it off as if she was just hot. Luke and Jack continued to talk about the game, stopping for the waiter to take their order who just so happened to be a fan of the Devils. Y/n rolled her eyes as she subtly flittered with her boyfriend, giving Jack a look. 

The waiter walked away and Luke got up and left to the bathroom, “So when are you going to tell him? Or are you waiting for him to figure it out by himself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n dug her face into the menu, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

“Uh huh, sure. Then what are these?” Jack showed the girl his phone, comments from Luke’s most recent post showing. 

“Jack.”

“Y/n.”

“There’s not much he can do about it anyways, they’ll keep doing it no matter what. Besides, they’re not wrong.”

“He has a right to know and no, nothing they say is true. You are Luke’s world and he will defend you until he dies. If someone is threatening you, which there is, he will find a way to stop it. And Quinn and I will help too. We want you safe.” Jack reached over the table to pat her shoulder. 

She nodded, “Just talk to him. Okay?”

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Later that night, Luke was in bed with y/n, both of them on their phones. Luke was playing a game and y/n was on Instagram. She hadn’t actively searched out the comments but when she saw a post of her with 200 comments under it, she had to look, and they weren’t all that different from what she was expecting. 

“Luke?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Have you seen the comments?”

“What comments?”

“These.” She handed Luke her phone and watched as he scrolled through them, and before he could say anything, she took it back and showed him her DM’s. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We could’ve done something to stop this.” She just shrugged.

“Sweetheart, this is scary. I don’t you to have to endure this by yourself, nonetheless.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“But you’re not. I know everyone thinks I’m oblivious, and yes, sometimes I am, but I can see you’re hurting and you have been for a while. I might not have known why or how but I was so worried about you, okay? I’m going to do everything I can to stop this.”

Luke placed his hands on her face and she wrapped her hands around his wrists. His thumbs lightly rubbed over her face, just under her eye, as hers rubbed up and down his hands, stopping at his knuckles to rub over them as well. She smiled slightly at him but was still worried about everything that was going on. 

“Hey,” Luke made her look up at him. “Everything is going to work out, no matter how long or how much it’s gonna take. I’m going to get Quinn and Jack to help, I’ll have the team help as well. We’re all going to help to make sure you and your family are safe. I promise.”

She nods, “Okay.”

He kissed her forehead before her lips and pulled back to smile at her. 

✧༺✎༻∞

The One with the Car | Quinn + Jack ~ Summer of 2023

Despite dating for three years, y/n was never really the biggest fan of letting Luke help her, she wasn’t the biggest fan of anyone helping her, to be honest. That’s why when she was in the middle of nowhere, scared out of her mind and not thinking straight, she hesitated to call her boyfriend. 

It was the summer, she had been visiting the Hughes family at the lake house and she had gone to get some food for dinner for her, Quinn, and Jack. She wasn’t lost per se, when she left she knew how to get back home, she had been there countless times before. Yet, she felt as if she was being followed and that scared her, causing her to go a different route home, one she wasn’t that familiar with, and even then she sort of knew where she was. 

The car was still following her so she decided to start taking random turns here and there and when she did the trick she was taught, take four right turns, they left after the first one. She let out a deep breath and continued to drive, just to see if they would pop up again, but they didn’t and now she was in the middle of nowhere, with an almost empty tank of gas. 

Back at the lake house, Quinn, and Jack sat in the living room. Ellen, Jim, and Luke decided to go out for dinner to a fancy restaurant, and the whole nine yards, the other three weren’t bothered to even move from their seats. In hindsight, should they have just gotten Uber Eats or DoorDash, yes, but y/n wanted to get out of the house, just to a certain extent.

She didn’t want to interrupt her boyfriend’s time with his parents so she called Quinn, voice wavering, “Quinn.”

“Hey, y/n. Where are you? We thought you would be back by now.”

“About that. I’m sort of in the middle of nowhere and there was this car that was following but they stopped but I also don’t know if they just left and are coming back because they knew I was onto them-”

“Hey, calm down. Send me your location, Jack and I are on our way. Keep us on the phone and if you see them come back just start driving.”

“I’m almost out of gas.”

“We’ll hurry, just keep a lookout, okay?”

Five minutes passed and the boys were almost already halfway there, speeding the whole way as much as possible. She looked up and in the rearview mirror, there were headlights, “Guys? Is that you?”

Jack and Quinn looked at each other in confusion, “No?”

“Well, shit.” Y/n turned her car on and immediately pressed on the gas.

The car didn’t follow her, simply turned on the street behind where her car had been, but she didn’t know that, so she kept driving until her car was out of gas, “I’m out of gas.”

“We’re almost there, you should see us, right… about… now.” She looked up and saw them, easily recognizing the car. She got out of the car and practically ran to them. 

Quinn hugged her back when her arms wrapped around him, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did anyone follow you?”

She shook her head, “I’m fine, just still a little spooked.”

Jack stood off to the side and only now had y/n just noticed, “Hi Jack.” She looked at him tentatively. Contrary to her belief, Jack loved hugs, especially y/n’s hugs. She always thought differently, so she always hesitated to hug him. 

Yet, when he opened his arms, she ran into them just as she did with his older brother, “Thank you for coming to get me.”

“Always.”

✧༺✎༻∞

The One with the Fight | Quinn + Jack - April of 2023

“I just don’t understand, Luke.”

“Of course, you don’t you never do!”

They had been arguing on and off all day, everything the other person did set them off, it was hours of pointless and petty arguing. Realistically, they both had been in the wrong, but Luke screwed up the most. It was when they both found out that he would be going to Jersey. 

She had scheduled plans with friends earlier that week, but she would’ve dropped everything to hang out with Luke and help him pack. She offered to do that but Luke declined, saying he could handle it and he wanted her to go out and have fun with her friends. Truthfully, they had been spending almost every waking moment together since they knew.

“You were to one that told me to go hang out with them! I offered to help you and stay with you, but you declined!”

“I never said that.”

Y/n gave him a look that said all the different, “You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Oh, I’m the liar?”

“Yes!” 

“If you loved me, you would’ve stayed back, anyways. And you know what? I’m done with this conversation. Don’t wait up.” Luke took his duffle bag and suitcase and left y/n’s dorm. 

She stared at the door as it slammed practically in her face. The silence was deafening in the room, you could hear the barking of dogs and horns blaring from outside. If you listened hard enough you could hear the wind slapping against the window. 

For two minutes she stood there, staring at the door, body still and her hair blowing from the AC. She snapped out of her trance when she felt a lone tear roll down her face. Since then, it was one after another and she ran to grab her phone from her nightstand dialing Jack’s number.

Jack answered confused, “Hello?”

“I think Luke might be on his way to Jersey.”

“But he’s not supposed to leave yet.”

“We got into a fight and he sort of-” She choked on a sob, “stormed out of here with his duffle and suitcase.”

“What do you mean you guys got into a fight? You guys never fight.”

“Yeah well ‘never’ is a fucking stupid word. And this is totally not the point of this phone call, Jack. Can you just make sure he’s okay? I don’t want him getting hurt or anything.”

“Luke’s a big boy and if he decided to come here on a whim then he can handle it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Tears still were streaming down her face and she picked at her nails as she slid down the wall, landing on the floor. 

“What happened, y/n/n?”

“It was stupid, it was my fault.”

“You’re lying.”

“How would you know?”

“You’re voice is more intense when you lie because you try to convince everyone you’re right by sounding more confident.”

“So why do you know that and not Luke?” She balled to the older boy, placing her head in her hands, the phone dropping from her grasp.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Jack tried to gain her attention but failed, causing him to add Quinn to the call.

“Jack? Y/n? What’s up?”

“Y/n answer us.”

“What’s going on?”

“Y/n! Come on, please answer.”

“I’m sorry, I dropped my phone.”

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on? And where is Luke?”

“Luke fucked up is what’s going on,” Jack said, annoyed.

Y/n now sat against her bed and her phone propped up on the wall, switching to face time, “We got into a fight.”

“You guys never fight.”

“Yes, I’m aware, now can we move on from that fact because it happened and it’s over with.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“He was mad because he’s supposed to be leaving soon and I went out with my friends after I had already offered to stay back and help him pack and everything like that but he said no. So, he’s right, it is my fault. If I loved him, I would’ve stayed.”

The was a simletanous silence from the boys before a loud, “He said that?!”

“Yeah? Why? Is he right? I knew he was right.”

“No, no, no of course not. He’s not right. He’s a fucking dick for saying that.”

“But I should’ve stayed with him, he’s leaving soon.” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“Y/n/n, listen to me right now. Nothing you did tonight was your fault. Maybe something that we don’t know that happened you did, but what he said… you didn’t deserve that. He knows how much you love him and if he stooped that low to make you feel bad, then maybe he should take some time to cool off. I’m not saying that he should’ve left the way he did, but maybe some space is good.” Quinn explained to her.

She nodded but tears were still falling, “Do you think he’s going to break up with me? I mean, he’s going to go off and be in the NHL and I’m just going to be me. I’m nothing special.”

Jack and Quinn made eye contact through the phone and Jack went to say something but was interrupted, “You’re everything to me.” 

She snapped her head to the door and saw Luke standing there, his bag falling to the ground. She stood up quickly, wiping her face rid of any signs of her crying, “Luke.”

“How could you say that about yourself?”

Quinn and Jack hung up the phone, not wanting to interrupt their conversation despite them wanting to be there just in case he said something out of line. Luke wrapped his arms around the girl, “You are the most amazing person ever. I’m so sorry if I made you feel any differently.”

Y/n just shrugged, not bothered by that but more so the fight itself. Luke pulled back, saddened slightly by the lack of reciprocation in the affection, “And I am so sorry for what I said. I know you love me and I know I said you could hang out with your friends. I think just deep down I thought you would’ve stayed anyways and I was scared of leaving you.”

Y/n nodded and Luke’s hands went to her cheeks, wiping off the remnants of her mascara, “I understand, Luke. I just wish you would’ve handled it more like an adult than a teenager.”

“And I can’t even begin to explain how horrible I feel about that.”

“Can we just cuddle?”

“Anything you want.”

The two laid in better for a little while as they hadn’t wanted to do anything else. An hour later, y/n spoke, “I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do. Emotions were high and I know that shouldn’t be the way we should handle things but we’re both stressed and you’re leaving soon I just want to forget about it.” Luke nodded, wanting to respect her wishes, “I love you, Lukey.”

“I love you.”

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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Hi! Congratulations on your milestone!

May I request Hardcase (not shocking, I know), Blue, Afternoon. SFW, unless you are struck with a really genius idea for NSFW, then go for it. I’m just out here begging for Hardcase crumbs as usual.

Love and Wrecker Hugs!

Thank you so much, Sunshine!!! I’m always always always happy to write Case 🥰 Even more so since I met you 💙💙

You’re acutely aware of his hands, gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in position, as he carries you through the park after a blissful morning of feeling like a kid in the sun with his brothers.

The heat of the day has passed, but the exhaustion of running to and fro, trying to keep up with the stamina of Torrent Company has caught up to you, and you loosely wrap your arms around Hardcase’s shoulders and nuzzle just behind his ear.

He takes a moment to say how cute it is you thought you could hang all day, and that it was a valiant effort, earning himself a tired raspberry blown with as much attitude as you can muster, which isn’t much when you’re crashing from the 3 blue raspberry slushes you’d inhaled that had left your tongue an amusing, but unnatural shade.

His laugh rings out, vibrating through your chest where it’s pressed to his back, leaving you feeling warm and happy despite his well deserved teasing that causes you to nip at his ear.

You absentmindedly start humming, listening to the idle chatter of the boys, as you make your way back to base, daydreaming about all of the sunny days you’ve yet to share with Hardcase, all of the laughs, the slushes, and being carried when your legs are tired from running after super soldiers.

At first you hadn’t been willing to think of the future beyond the next few minutes, but there was something about the light in Hardcase’s eyes that always made you hopeful, and it made you want so much more not just for yourself but for him because if anyone deserved the warmth and love of a sun it was Hardcase.

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WIP List (Tag Game!)

Thank you for the tag, @the-down-upside-finch

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay... I'm only doing the writing folders for all these because if I included all the art folders, we'd be here for a veeeeeery long time. Feel free to ask about anything or ask to see art from any of these projects. Okay! Let's get to it!

Memories of Aether (strategy game / fantasy-suspense novel)

You're only getting what's in the Final Draft folder, but know that there is 1st Draft from 2020 with 40 files, 2nd Draft from 2021 with 29 files, and 3rd Draft from 2022 with 35 files.

Concepts

# So you want to help... Primer: Part One Primer: Part Two

Graphics

! The Needs Tree Logo Drafting Logo Drafting4 UI Study UX Drafts - Dialogue Boxes 1 UX Drafts - Dialogue Boxes 2 UX Drafts - Dialogue Boxes 3

Writing

! Memories of Aether World Guide & Story Bibke Book 1. Plotting Out Framework Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1 Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.2 Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.3 Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.4 Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.5, Chapter 0 Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.5, Chapter 1 ver. A Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.5, Chapter 1 ver. B Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.5, Chapter 2 Book 1. Shadow Elements v.1.5, Chapter 3 Compendium: Characters Compendium: Conlangs, Az̨irrah̨ Compendium: Conlangs, Caṕāre Compendium: Conlangs, Kujû Info: Accents & Dialects Info: Calendar Conversion Info: Cheat Sheet Info: Fantasy Names Info: Old Plotting Out Framework Memes: Character Chart Stuff Memes: Character Portraits Memes: Goofy Memes Memes: Songs & Lyrics Notebook: Writing Notes Splatsheet: Chapter Breakdown Splatsheet: Character Intro & Scene Breakdown Splatsheet: Snippets Splatsheet: Spy Tropes & Ideas

Outside of Folders

Basics: Athyrian Calendar Basics: Country Rundown Basics: Runes & the Ancient World Compendium: Conlangs, Az̨irrah̨ Compendium: Conlangs, Caṕāre Compendium: Conlangs, Kujû Compendium: Countries of Athyria Compendium: Religions of Athyria Misc: Rosters Misc: Special Revivals Misc: Stressors Notebook: Travel Notes Splatsheet: Battle Tactics Splatsheet: Character Building Blocks Splatsheet: Loose Thoughts & Chapter Names Splatsheet: Story-building Vibe Check: Music Choices

Accessories to Murder (detective game)

! The Smackdown Draft ! Character Guide Character Intro Guide City Planning Drawing up ideas Food Stuffs Forging Names Game Flow Overview Gameplay Basics General Guide Mystery Crafting 101 Name Directory Name Reworking Sheet Plot Sheet Plotting Guide -- Act 1 -- Plotting Guide -- Act 2 -- Plotting Guide: Chapter 1 Programming Bits Rough Story Reworking Smackdown Draft The Nitty-Gritty Sheet Working out details

Sun & Moon Stories (fantasy role-playing game)

Character Profiles

! Profile Skeleton ! Abe, Chinzan Appleby, Fiona Areo, Vaika Ballard, Corina Bates, Basil Berg, Carl Bikken, Conif Bon, Tai-Len Buree, Kit Carver, Grant Chao, Fang-Lei Chess, Finian Choei, Rand Chuca, Totti Clavenci, Cicero Clay, Ashna Clay, Khalin Cole, Benedict Corrigan, Leif Crane, Maynard Dagget, Lin de Castro, Paris de Franco, Redd de Luca, Ariette Din, Roha Eizik, Hali Fowlton Frost, Renato Gold, Benny Gold, Jamie Gold, Leo Greenfield, Dwain Greenfield, Sarienna Greenfield, Winnifred Greeves, Lu Grimm, Jasmine Harding, Garrick Harper, Ivy Hibiki, Noel Jewels Kashir, Tika Kawa, Kaishu Kazeya, Shinji Kench, Tamas Koth, Alix Kudo, Kendall Kumu, Nanata Laurence, Bacary Lew, Alfin Lune, Kitsacorn Lyre, Savannah Maira, Mito Marquis, Alessio Mei, Sou-Lan Mirai, Kiku Nikolai Parsons, Nick Perisias Perkins, Fancy Piraa, Jijuna Powers, Emerald Powers, Max Pratt, Percy Reed, Han Reed, Rai Riccard, Bello Rose, Syrol Saint, Juliet Salmon, Austin Sarkaya Shen, Aki Skafton Song, Joh Song, Sunni Spears, Grover St. John, Cynthia St. John, Gregory Stirling, Eloise Taiba Taien, Shao Tale, Penelope Tallow, Cat Trakul Tresid Treuge, Jorgen Triki Trogo Trubins Turner, Ingrid Umnus, Numbers Westbrook, Finus Wilden, Rhys Winward, Perdi Withrow, Odessa Worsham, Felicia Wynne, Minta Yano, Kana Yano, Shun Zesshou, Donda

Demo-Lu's Side

Lu Time Misc. Scrapbook

Demo-Rai's Side

! Checklist Rai's Story

Meme Team

Character Development {Gem} Character Development {Prim} Character Dining Character Flaws Character Quoting: Prim Character Typing: Gem Character: Basic Breakdowns Character: Relations (Prim) Character: Subjects Character: Talents/Rankings Characters as Vines Cuties & Beauties Death Quotes FEH 40 Dialogue FEH Nicknames Personality Meme Sun & Moon Heroes {Gem} Sun & Moon Heroes {Prim} Sun & Moon Tea Party Guide THE GROUPS? OH GOOD! The Timeline Top 5s - Gem Top 5s - Prim Weapons & Affinity

Support Conversations

! Potential Pairings ! Ariette & Cynthia Corina & Felicia Fang-Lei & Alfin Fang-Lei & Tika Fowlton & Conif Sarienna & Redd Shun & Kana Shun & Lin Syrol & Benny Tamas & Leif

Outside of Folders

An Introduction Appearance Check Appearance & Designs Battle Dialogue Character Bio Fun Fighting Schools How I Imagine They Talk Info: Food Info: Full Cast Info: Locations Info: Materials Info: Monsters Info: Party Skills Info: Strongholds Info: World-Building Outfit Check Side Story Ideas Splatsheet Story: Rai's Side Story: Side-Quests Tactics Styles Tournament Tiers Untitled Document Weapons & Affinities {Prim}

The Case Files of Quincy & Dance (timeloop mystery game)

Basics & Game Loop Character Costuming Character Sheet Default Timeline Old Project: Synchronise Design Doc Plotting Things Out Plotting Things Out: Detailed Puzzle Dependency Chart Synergy/Synchonicity The Highcombe Manor Mystery Design Doc The Mystery Rundown The Time Line Used Dialogue Traits

War on the Streets (a game of some description)

! Ages ! Characters ! Timeline Crossover Info Dump Intro Profile - Angellus Profile - Anna Castillo Profile - Benito Nardiello Profile - Breaker Profile - Carl Stokes Profile - David Castillo Profile - Elizabeth Craft Profile - Federica Nardiello Profile - Frank Roman Profile - Giuliano Nardiello Profile - Harry York Profile - Harvey Rosamond Profile - Jeff Peterson Profile - John Paul Craft Profile - Justice French Profile - Katrina Weiss Profile - Lloyd Carter jr Profile - Mackie Sharpe Profile - Malcolm Storey Profile - Nina Dean Profile - Oscar Bell Profile - Persephone Blue Profile - Ray York Profile - Rocco Nardiello Profile - Stan Maxwell Profile - Sylvia Carr Profile - Tatiana Sokolova Profile - Tuesday French Profile - Verity Maxwell Profile - Wyatt Pym Profile - Xavier Fabri Profile - Yari Byrde Skeleton War on the Streets

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I managed to bump it up to 5 projects by throwing in the timeloop game and my old War on the Streets project, so that means 5 tags.

@raichana @reneethegreatandpowerful @merwetketet @noisette-tornade @cool-mint

[blookmallow]

rosie thoughts (my welcome home sona in progress lmao)

i hope this is. remotely legible i was too lazy to get up and try to find my tablet so i spent like half an hour clumsily scribbling all over this template on my phone which ended up being way harder actually

rosie is generally friendly toward her neighbors, but keeps to herself quite a lot. she seems to be closest to frank, as they meet for tea and poetry reading every wednesday morning. their relationship is thoroughly platonic. While they seem to enjoy each others’ company, they don’t really discuss personal matters much. oddly, she has been known to confide in howdy more so than anyone else. His good nature and neighborly warmth must put her mind at ease.

rosie can often be seen gazing out her window and sighing around the time eddie does his delivery rounds… how strange. maybe she’s feeling down because she doesn’t get many letters?

some speculate that rosie was intended to be a counterpart of some kind to sally - sun and rain, with opposing personalities. However, thus far no shared scenes or clear information has surfaced, though rosie does claim that the sun exhausts her.

rosie and wally have a bit of a complic- GREAT friendship. He is her very best friend. :)

(im waiting on more information to decide what happened. he or Home may have killed or otherwise Removed her. she may be trapped somewhere. she may be dead.)

shes rarely ever seen in any official artwork; its largely assumed she was a scrapped character, but potentially may have appeared in the original pilot. Some people report strong memories of her in the early seasons, while others claim she never appeared at all. it is unknown why the character was removed, but some speculate it may have been due to malfunctions/design flaws in her puppet construction.

Rosie was the only marionette puppet in the cast. Her mouth did not move, though she did have some eye movement. No footage has been found, but her movements were reportedly always oddly stilted and lethargic, possibly a design complication, but could well have been an intentional character trait

some voice recordings have surfaced, but they are all heavily distorted and sound oddly artificial - possibly some kind of synthesized placeholder, as the character appears to never have been fully developed. she speaks slowly, with an odd cadence - it's unclear whether this was an intentional character quirk, a corruption in the recording, or due to rudimentary artificial vocals

her right eye is never shown open, and was in fact sewn shut on the original puppet. her existing eyeball is able to move in its socket to some degree, and some theorize she originally had both eyes, but one was damaged or lost at some point during development, and her signature wink was done as a last-minute fix that became a permanent design feature

she has a very gloomy, melancholy personality, but is generally well-liked by most of the other neighbors. she enjoys her alone time, and likes taking walks on rainy days. she plays piano, and writes poems, but is too shy to allow anyone (except, perhaps, frank) to read them.

her favorite flowers are blue roses

she claims the sun makes her very tired, and often carries an umbrella even on sunny days

a single snail links to the only video clip she is involved in - though there is no dialogue, the imagery is clear. we see a table with a nice lace tablecloth, a blue and white chipped teacup, a blue rose, and a few ink splattered, slightly crumpled, somewhat damp papers. Some sheet music and writing can be seen, but the handwriting is very slanted and blotted from the water damage, thus impossible to read (and several things seem to have been crossed out.) The footage is very distorted and fuzzy, and the colors are washed out. Claire de lune can be heard gently in the background, and rainfall. It’s peaceful, maybe a little sad. Suddenly, there is a strange glitched cut in the feed, and a loud crash and a discordant smash of piano chords, as if something has fallen on the keys. The camera cuts off and the footage suddenly clears. The teacup is broken in half. We now only hear the sound of rain for a long, quiet moment.

[beastofbrden]

i was tagged on this by the sweet @loving-and-dreaming i see you and love u back :)

Name(real or alias): Carolina

Age: 18

Country you live in: Italy

Fandoms: Marauders, Hozier, a bunch of rock bands (mostly Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Fleetwood Mac and Pearl Jam), Taylor Swift

i quite like Harry Styles and Jeff Buckley too

Why are you on tumblr(writer or reader or both): Both!

Favorite thing about yourself: My ability to see the beauty in ordinary things and allowing every day life to be enjoyable. Physically, i would say my eyes.

Something you think you are known for: My intelligence (although I don't consider it that grand)

Who are you in a friend group(partier, mom, talkative, etc): A little bit of everything. I used to be a mom friend but that's a lot of emotional labor and I'm kinda letting that go a lil

Who do you love the most: My mom.

What brought you to tumblr in the first place: Fanfiction

Is there something you regret doing: I regret any pain I might have caused others, but as for myself... No. I think everything I've done makes me who I am today, so I make peace with it.

Top five songs: My all time favorites are Vienna by Billy Joel, Clair de Lune, And I Love Her by The Beatles, Dust in The Wind by Kansas and Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac.

Lately I've been listening to Margaret by Lana Del Rey, reckless driving and doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine, Too Little Too Late by JoJo (i've been going through a lot of nostalgia as you can see) and Hozier's new album

If you could go anywhere where would you go: My family's house in the countryside

What is your hobby: I do a little bit of everything: watercolor painting, reading, dancing, writing.... Lately I've been more into writing than anything else.

Any tv shoes you watching: House MD, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

What movie did you last watch: Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (peak cinema if you ask me)

Last thing you read(book, fanfic, etc): I'm slowly getting through Crime and Punishment

Last text message you got: Beautiful (I sent my mom a photo of my dog)

Last text message you sent: What are you wearing tomorrow? (to my friend)

Any pets: I have four dogs

[nazukisser]

Hi!! Do you have any favorite enstarblr writer(s)? 💞 If it's okay, please do tell us!! And you can even put small descriptions for them <3

hi!! sorry for answering this so late. been busy haha

@nvzuna ; nuri

in all honesty, nuri was one of the major reasons i decided to write for enstars. their works are absolutely amazing, so beautiful that in fact i believe you know i write a ton of nazuna, and i once received a nazuna cuddling hcs request and idk if i actually did this or not but i wanted to answer the req with a link to nuri's post because it is the truest thing ever.

@nyaitsu-writes ; nya

another writer that made me fall in love with enst more and write for it. her writing is so beautiful and it's just. augh. very memorable blog, and whenever i get a rb w comments from her it's literally the greatest honor. nya i can't believe you rbd my manhwa troupes post it was literally low effort

@nnatsume ; kuya lune (sunny to most)

one of the reasons i stayed right after starting nazu-yume. my first ever comment, "he's so cute i die" i agree so much. so supportive of my layout (was so proud of it at the time, i thought i was big brained for it) and one of the reasons i was like "awww this fandom is literally so warm and sweet" when i first joined. really made me feel welcomed. and his writing? beautiful. his natsume is the best natsume ever. and of course my big brother (that's what kuya means! @ anon & readers) figure on this site. i hug he

@yumetokashite ; ate swanee

@ ate ; you. you. big sis (that is what ate means! @ anon & readers) attaches myself to you like a sticker (affectionate) every time you send a snippet i eat it up so good. and also number 1 supporter swanic <3

@tomago ; eros

@ eros. i am in love with your writing. yes your writing. i saw it. i ate it. and i wanted more. i am greedy for your writing. it is so magical and godly and it makes me feel like i'm a demigod reaching for the clouds in search of an immortal lover which i cannot have. your writing is the envy /pos

@nagisagwa ; sophie

another big sister, sophie is. bites her arm (affectionate) her one and only post thus far is amazing. the nagisap ive known for a long time. the one who has finally downloaded jpstars after failing for years. yes. i consume her other writing too like kirby

@nikikyuuun ; bee

bee, i've known (?) for a long time yet ive only met in this fandom. it's crazy. having the same moots and never meeting. your nazuna works esp are rent free living in my room and they should be paying nyc 30th floor apartment rent but they are living for free.

hello if ur not on this list its not like i dont love ur writing its just. i have personal favorites and this anon has allowed me to lovemail them

[soft-emilyon]

I sit outside in the present moment, and hear Clair de Lune, simultaneously I swear I'm having a conversation about this moment, and how I'm somewhere else, simultaneously I remember the last time I remember hearing Clair de Lune.

I am outside. I am talking about this moment. I am in another moment. All at once. When is here and now, is it the moment, or the memory of a moment, or the thought of being in that moment.

When I forget this moment, as I do with many other moments, did it ever happen? Was I ever there? Maybe I won't forget this one and I'll be there forever. Maybe I've always been here and will never leave. Maybe I'm somewhere else and can never leave.

I am here, in this moment, in the first sunny day of the year. Sat outside in a T-shirt and not feeling the cold anymore but the hopeful start of spring. For just this moment, as I write this, I am here. I am now. And when I stop, where will I go? And when will I come back?

I hope it doesn't take me too long to get back.

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || jack hughes ♔

summary: jack calls his mom in tears and on the brink of a panic attack because he messed up, and all he wants is for his girl to come back to him. and with a little help from ellen, he knows exactly what to do for that to happen.

warnings: sad jack, asshole-ish jack (implied), one very mild mention of dark thoughts, sad, fights

publish date: 02/11/24

notes: i like how this is my first jack fic and i made him an asshole (kind of, it's implied). anyways as soon as i started writing this i was in love with my writing (in a non-conceited way). like just the way the story flowed had me dying. there’s also only one thing of dialogue at the beginning for a while but i promise there is some at the end, i got side tracked while writing. BUT THIS IS GOOD I PROMISE! (and there's a little fluff at the end) based off of this ask that i got a while ago -> idea! add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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“Mom I think I really fucked up.”

Jack was in tears as he sat with his back against the door to his bedroom. His room was messy, with pieces of clothing scattered everywhere, suit jackets flung across his bed, and take-out containers on his nightstand, but the only thing he was focused on was the cardboard box that was set less than a foot in front of him. It had a card resting on top of it, his name written in the tiniest of letters. He could faintly smell her perfume on the sweatshirts and shirts that were left inside.

When he walked out of his room, the box was something he wasn’t expecting to see. It was resting in Luke’s hands when he walked out, proceeding to ask what it was. When Luke said it was from her, he grabbed it and ran back into his room, shutting and closing the door behind him. He had only managed to get one flap of the box open before he started crying uncontrollably. 

He had seen the gray material, the logo of his team branded on it. He had backed himself up against the door and tried to collect himself and failed. Deep in his mind, he knew he shouldn’t have the right to be acting like this, he had been the one to end it. Yet, seeing the aftermath without her made him realize what he had truly lost. 

The nights when he came home from a game that they won, she wasn’t there to congratulate him, to celebrate with him, to let him hold her. The nights when he came home from a game that they lost, she wasn’t there to console him, to comfort him, to tell him it wasn’t his fault, to run her fingers through his hair. The mornings that he woke up and felt lonely and cold because she wasn’t in his arms, she wasn’t there to pepper his face with little kisses. She wasn’t there to wake him up in the middle of the night because she was hungry or because she had this genius idea. She wasn’t there to cook dinner for him and Luke when that was all they needed after a long day. She wasn’t there to help him pack and unpack for a road trip. She wasn’t there to help him pick out what suit to wear for the game. She wasn’t there at all anymore.

The thoughts plagued him, angered him, saddened him, hurt him. For some reason, these thoughts never came up before, never this strong. Seeing the things that had been hers, became hers, and weren’t his hurt him. It made him realize what he had done, and what he had done was real. He couldn’t help the new thoughts that came to his mind, the ones that called him stupid, the ones who called him an idiot, the ones that were dark enough that he hated himself for those too. 

When he found himself finding it hard to breathe he reached for his phone, calling Ellen. Ellen was not expecting those words when she picked up the phone. No one had known about their breakup, no one had known about Jack’s words that he said to her that night, no one had known about the way she tried to fight but he refused to even listen to her. 

Everyone knew that the two were off, however. Jack hadn’t been performing well, barely even getting a couple of shots on goal during games. He had gotten into a few fights, mostly because he was stressed and every little thing someone did set him off. He didn’t go out to celebrate with the team after a win, he distanced himself from everyone including his brother. 

She, on the other hand, hadn’t talked to anyone in the past two weeks. She never went to the apartment anymore, she didn’t reach out to Luke or the team at all, and she never drove Jack and Luke to games anymore, it was like she disappeared. In reality, she had been huddled up in her apartment, tears ending up on every piece of clothing she wore, they ended up on the sheets too. There was an abundance of tissues in a plastic bag that rested on the left side of her bed. Her TV had been playing nothing but sad romance movies; The Notebook, Irreplaceable You, All the Bright Places, The Fault in Our Stars, and Five Feet Apart were a few. She hadn’t moved from her spot unless she had to go to the bathroom.

Her main source of food was the snacks that she brought into her bedroom almost every other day. Sometimes if she was feeling up for it, she would order something and wait for it in the living room. She hadn’t attempted to cook, reminding her too much of when she did it for him. She hadn’t understood why he did it, what prompted him to do it, what prompted the thoughts, what she had done wrong to make him feel differently about him. She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t allow her to talk, allow them to talk it through. It was a messy night, his voice was doing the abundance of the talking. 

He had yelled at her for no reason. They had been sitting in the living room peacefully and she had commented on going out for dinner. It wasn’t the comment that set him off, he had been in his mind for the majority of the night prior to that moment. He didn’t know what brought these feelings on but he had to get them out. He had screamed for about ten minutes while she sat in silence tearing up. She had attempted to fight for them, saying she was sorry for god knows what. She had attempted to get an answer out of him but was met with silence. She had stormed out after 5 minutes of pleading, leaving Jack as alone as she felt. 

Jack receiving the package was the first form of communication they had had in two weeks. And that had really put things into perspective for him. He had babbled all of this to Ellen, having to take breaks a lot to control his sobs and breathing. Ellen felt absolutely heartbroken as she listened to her son cry. She knew what he had done wrong, it was painfully obvious, but the amount of tears that she could hear from him made her sympathetic towards him. 

Nonetheless, Ellen set him straight, not that he needed to be anyway, he knew he was wrong from the moment she left him sitting there. She had done her best to calm him down beforehand, Jack’s mind still in overdrive. He took in everything his mom said, agreeing with every point she made about him being wrong. She spoke in a gentle yet strict tone, letting him know that she felt sorry for him but what he did was horrible. He knew that and listening to his mom say it too made it feel all the worse. 

When Ellen hung up, Jack was once again left alone with the silence and his thoughts. He didn’t want to be alone anymore, yet he wasn’t in the right place to go and get her back. He thought he would just go over there and make it worse, make it so she would never want him back. So he walked out into the living room and looked at his brother who was watching TV, acting as if he had heard nothing. 

Jack plopped himself down next to him on the couch. He went to say something but he could feel another wave of tears coming. He went to stand up but Luke pulled him down, not wanting him to be alone anymore either. Jack buried his head into his younger brother’s shoulder and sobbed, slightly embarrassed but too sad to worry about it. 

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The next morning, Jack woke up with a pounding headache but he knew he needed to get his shit together. He took the box y/n had sent him and taped it back up, not taking one single thing out of there. He dressed in her favorite outfit of his, deciding he’d at least look how she liked him too. He even washed his hair, knowing how much she loved it when it was soft and looked like a fluffy mop on top of his head.

He knew that no matter how good he made himself look, it would have almost no impact on the outcome of this conversation. He knew how much he had hurt her and how much trust he had to earn back. He knew that no matter how many gifts he bought or made would ever make up for it, but that didn’t stop him from buying her favorite ice cream and flowers and making her a card.

He drove to her apartment and jumped out of the car as soon as he got there, running up the stairs as fast as he could. He knocked on the door lightly, waiting somewhat impatiently for her to open the door. It took a few minutes before he had to knock again and this time, she opened it seconds later, “What?”

“Please don’t close the door. I just want to talk.”

“Oh so-”

“Yes. “So now I want to talk.” Please y/n/n.” He cut her off, immediately knowing what she was going to say. His puppy dog eyes were out in full force and she didn’t know whether or not it was on purpose or a subconscious habit of his when he asked for something he wanted. 

She sighed, knowing that she couldn’t stand his eyes any longer. She turned around and walked further into her apartment, waiting for Jack to follow her. When he stepped in, his heart stopped at the broken glass that lay in the kitchen. He followed her with his eyes as he shut the door. He watched as she sat down and wrapped a blanket around her.

Before he got there, she had been watching another sad movie, Kiss and Cry this time. She had been caught off guard when she heard the knock and only wished it would go away. However, when she heard it again, she got up and opened it, feeling both upset and frustrated at who was there. Hearing the way his voice broke when he talked also aided in her decision to let him in. She felt sad when he sat down next to her and reached out to place his hand on her thigh like an instant reaction. He retracted it as soon as it made contact with the blanket, nervous that she would yell at him.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath in preparation, “I’m sorry. And I know that no matter what I say, or how much I tell you I’m sorry, it won’t be enough. It won’t justify what I did, but just hear me out please.”

She nodded, allowing him to go on. The look on his face showed the gratitude he had for her response, “I shouldn’t have said what I said. Truthfully I don’t know why I said what I said. I think I must’ve been nervous about our future together but I feel like that’s just an excuse at that point. I don’t know what I was thinking, believe me. And I’m sorry I didn’t let us even try to talk it out, to let you talk. I- I just- To be honest, I really don’t know, y/n. 

“ I feel so lost right now, I hated you not being there. I hated not being able to come home from a game and celebrate with you when we won or have you comfort me when we lost. I hated not being able to wake up and you were the first thing I saw. I hated not being able to make dinner with you or play pranks on Luke or having you wake me up in the middle of the night because you had the most random epiphany.” He gave her a little laugh, “I hated not knowing that you were okay.”

She had been looking at the ground the whole time he spoke until he said that. She looked up and made eye contact with him, both of them harboring tears in their eyes. She knew that he meant it, she knew that he didn’t mean anything he said two weeks ago. At first, when she initially thought he would come to her apartment to plead for her back, she wasn’t going to accept the ‘I don’t know’ excuse, but she could tell that he really didn’t know why he did it. 

She reached out to hold his hand, toying with his fingers, “I believe you, Jack. And I’m not going to say it’s okay because it’s not, but I know when you mean something, Jack. I know that you didn’t have a reason to lash out.”

She took a deep breath before continuing, “But it’s going to take a while for this to get back to how it was between us.”

“And I know that, and I’m willing to take it at your pace, and communicate with you more, and be there for you more.”

She nodded and turned away slightly to look at the TV, “You wanna finish this movie with me?”

He smiled and nodded, following her request to sit next to her. Jack had thought back to the moment when he walked into the apartment for the first time, and remembered the broken glass, “Are you okay?”

“Now I am, why?”

“Because there was broken glass in the kitchen.”

“Oh, yeah. I knocked it off yesterday? Maybe the day before, I don’t remember. Hadn’t had the opportunity to pick it back up.” 

Jack went over and picked it up in case she was to forget and got up in the middle of the night to grab a glass of water. When he got back, she laid her head on his chest and played with one of the strings from his hoodie, “This is my favorite hoodie.”

He nodded again, rubbing her back, “I know.”

“And you washed your hair.”

He felt his face flush at the realization that she had figured out what he was trying to do, “Did you think that the way you looked would convince me to take you back?”

He gave her a lopsided grin and shrugged a little, “A little.”

She sat up and kissed him, “You’re lucky it did, Hughes.”

They sat in a comfortable silence before y/n looked up at him, “Jack?”

“Yeah, baby?” The name was a force of habit and he went to apologize but when he looked down he saw her grinning at him. 

“When can I get those sweatshirts back?”

Jack let out a laugh, “They’re in my car, didn’t even take them out of the box. Want me to go get them?”

“Yes please.” He went to move her off of him but she clung to him, missing how warm he felt in the past two weeks, “You gotta let go of me baby if you want them.”

She shook her head, snuggling deeper into them, “You want this one?”

She just nodded and briefly let go of him, allowing him to take it off. He slipped it over her head and then opened his arms so she could lay back on him, which she did immediately. They continued watching and she felt a tear hit her head, looking up in worry, “Jack?”

“Hmm?” He sniffled and wiped his tears off his face with his left hand. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just missed you, is all.” 

She only smiled and hugged him tighter, both of them falling asleep minutes later with how comfortable they felt with one another.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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[sunnysviolin]

My final post probably for the lovely @ksenya-and-the-artistic-cucumber birthday!! Take some general Basil and Mari being besties headcanons 😱 GUYS I YHOUGHT THIS GOT FELETED BUT TURNS OUT IT SAVED I WAS SO DEPRESSED I LOST IT THAT I STOPPED WRITING YESTERDAY WOOOOOO

Aubrey was the one who brought Basil to the friend group, but it was Mari that first made him comfortable. Sunny is his best friend for sure, but the first one he made a connection with was Mari. She was just incredibly warm and open to him tagging along with them. She made a point to include him in all conversations, and she asked him about his interests

When she heard he was interested in flowers, she remembered her mother asking her to come along to her flower arranging classes. Mari had never been particularly interested before that, but the quiet blonde boy has sparked a thought in her. She went with her mother that week, and then when she came home that afternoon she had ample flower knowledge in order to have good conversations with Basil

Mari was teaching them all piano to some extent, but Basil and Hero were the ones who got really into it. Not only did Basil like the time where he could be alone with Sunny and Mari, he also really enjoyed the feeling of the keys and the soft noises they could make. He really liked Clair De Lune, which was also one of Mari’s favorites

When Mari got Mewo as a kitten she carried her almost everywhere with her to desensitize her to being held, but when she couldn’t hold her she handed her off to Basil or Sunny. Part of it was she trusted Sunny the most and Basil would be the most gentle with her, but part of it was she wanted to make sure Basil wouldn’t be afraid of Mewo

Basil knows that Mari is Sunny’s big sister, and he knows that her role is as his friend, but there are times where he can’t help but attach to her in a more motherly way. He loves his grandmother to death, but he didn’t really have anyone like Mari before. Someone who was aware and alert enough to make sure that he did his homework or got to bed at a good time. 

Once when he was ten or so and he wasn’t feeling well she came over and made him tea because his grandmother couldn’t really help for fear of catching sick herself. Mari put his tea on his end table, and then tucked the corners of his blanket securely around him. Basil tried not to show how deeply it affected him, but there was a swooping feeling in his stomach. 

From then on when he was having a bad day he would try to recreate that feeling by tucking himself into bed and nestling tightly into his blankets. He never really felt it again. 

[neakco]

The Lost Temple Ch. 7

Ao3 First Previous Masterlist

The mission is done and Tim sets off to do what he promised Marinette.

Ch.7 Epilogue

It had taken all of a week for Red Robin to gather the entire Young Justice team to help the Parisian heroes with a rescue. It was the smoothest mission they had ever had.

 

Ladybug and Chat Noir had provided them with blueprints, so while the duo walked in the front door with a false scroll, they snuck in through several secret passages.

 

Red Robin would say that the closest they had come to failure was when one of the hostages borrowed Robin's katana to try and remove the arms of several monks.

 

It had made Tim briefly regret bringing the Gremlin since he was sure the boy had let the young women, he later learned she was Kagami, borrow his sword for revenge. Honestly he didn’t really want to stop her. The monks deserved worse. A small part of him almost wished the girl had been trying a lot harder to maim. It didn’t help that a sunny old lady in a leather jacket had decided to cheer Kagami on.

 

After the rescue he had told the heroes that they always had a place with them if they wanted it and Adrien took them up on that quite literally as soon he had purchased a beautiful home in Happy Harbor, Rhode Island. He didn’t move in immediately, stating that he wanted to propose to Kagami first, but once that happened the team would be able to rely on the cat and dragon joining them on missions. Robin was actually happy since it meant he would have someone to practice swordplay with.

 

Marinette on the other hand refused to say where she planned to go, the less people that knew the safer she believed she would be. Tim was actually saddened by this, he had enjoyed his debates with her and had hoped the could at least be friends if nothing else.

 

So imagine his surprise when he went into the new bakery opened up by Wayne Foods Division and saw Marinette running it. He came back when he knew she would be alone later and asked how long it would take her to make one of every pastry under the sun, at her confused look he smiled and asked her how else he was supposed to help her keep her promise to Superboy. He will forever deny that he broke down and cried when she happily tackled him with a hug.

 

After that she could be seen patrolling with him as La Lune. The costume was definitely inspired the most by his and Spoiler's. In fact it wasn’t long before Marinette herself was a constant fixture at Tim's side. The few times they couldn’t find her with him than she was with Adrien.

 

Stephanie even claims that Adrien and him once had a fight over who was Marinette’s best friend. She refused to tell who won, not even when bribed with waffles. Tim just laughed every time and refused to answer. He knew that no such fight ever happened. Adrien would always be her best friend, her perfect balance, not that ever told his family that. Tim was okay with that though, he preferred being her boyfriend anyway, not that his family knew that either.

 

 This was a lot of fun to write so thank everyone for coming on the adventure with me.

If you have any questions about anything feel free to ask, I am more than happy to elaborate.

Taglist @toodaloo-kangaroo

[caramelgeddon]

Kaede and maki react to a homeless so (also a update at the end)

Hey mod himiko here. This here is best girl from demon school. Anyway headcannons time

Kaede akamatsu

She’s walking down a rainy road. As the moon is rising and the sun is setting, while she has headphones in listening to Clair de lune

Although she something… cardboard out of her eye. And she can’t help but see what it is…

She sees something that breaks her heart. A poor looking soul resting on cardboard as a bed, with the only protection from the rain being the buildings roof she was next too.

With no protection to the cold she sees the sleeping soul in a curled up position trying to keep themself warm.

She couldn’t bear to just leave them there… she removed her rain jacket and tapped the sleeping figure. As the sleeping figure eyes adjusted she saw a women standing next to her with a jacket in there hands

Kaede: “take this please… “

S/o: “n-no I couldn-“

Kaede: “take it…”

As the stranger s/o put the jacket on, kaede asks a question she’s not sure if she should ask

Kaede: “Um do you wanna come to my house for the night… I promise I’m not some weird evil person.”

S/o: “a-re you sure?”

Kaede: positive..

As they walked along kaede attempted to make small talk

Kaede: “how did you get like this”

S/o: “m-my parents kicked me out… they hated me… I was such a burden t-“

Kaede: “quiet! That’s not true… your parents sound horrible… ah we’re here…”

She unlocks her door and lets them in.. and offers them her bed saying she’ll sleep on the couch.. no she doesn’t offer she insists.. but she can hear them moving around struggling to sleep so she helps them the only way she knows how

Sounds of her piano playing Clair de lune fills the air once she’s done she pauses to listen. And she can hear s/o’s snores

After hearing what her parents did she makes a offer

Kaede: “um you can stay here if you want… I would hate for you to go back on the cardboard”

S/o: “I-I……” they go quiet, immediately hugging her as they whisper..

“Thank you kaede.” *kaede will let them live there as long as they need to she grows to love there quirks. (If you want this to be platonic ignore the next part)

and one day she asked them out… bringing them onto a hill on a bright sunny day, with a picnic prepared.

When they watched the sun goes down, they shared earbuds and listened to Clair de lune as s/o fell asleep on kaede’s shoulder

Maki roll

One sunny day maki is walking to school when she’s someone on the ground…

She comes closer curious to see a young person like her, they had a few wounds and tattered clothes

She turns over her wallet and grabs two hundreds and taps them

“You need this…”

S/o eyes light up. Knowing how this will make there life a little better, she looks up to thank maki but she’s gone…

Every day of the week maki comes around to talk, they become great friends and maki lets them in there house whenever they need it.. eventually after about 5 months. Maki sends them a letter.

Go to 5 chestnut 8717 house for a surprise

Following the directions they go there and knock on the door to be greeted by maki and a fully furnished house…

I saved up money so you could have this.. it wasn’t a mortgage so you don’t have to worry about paying…

S/o: t-thank you maki roll

Maki: I-I told you to not call me that I-idiot

Ah I love procrastinating sleeping on a school night. Anyways folk I’m sorry I was gone so long with a new trimester and what happened to my pet, I needed some time not writing… not that I don’t love to write. Anyways I’m gonna work on dnaganronpa Christmas soon. I can’t promise to be consistent but I hope to become consistent again soon- mod himiko

[shortythescreen]

Warning(s): NSFT/18+. Vaginal sex, semi exhibitionism? Corny porn plot. 

Pairing(s): Crypto/Wattson. 

Author’s Note(s): A commission for my lovely @dargonwolfeh! Had so much fun writing this continuation of their fic. My first ever fic with two canon characters together! Someone pinch me lol. 

On paper, Crypto and Natalie are not living together.

They could file for it if they chose to. Could go the Apex Execs and tell them they needed one less suite. It might be the smart thing to do, considering Natalie never spends time in her own apartment anymore. Crypto’s hesitant to share his business with others, though. Especially the people he’s hellbent on taking down. Especially since the marketing team would surely publicize them as ‘star crossed lovers’ should they ever be placed on different squads in the arena.

So, they say nothing, even though everyone knows they live together. Everyone knows they’re a couple. Even if they themselves haven’t quite realized just how deep they’ve sunken.

Until now, anyway.

Crypto stares into his medicine cabinet, hand frozen on the little handle attached to the mirror. He’s not very particular about grooming himself. Mila Someone he knew before taught him that he needed to use a different soap for his face than he did his body and that’s… about the extent of his self-maintenance. He’s bought the same shaving cream, the same 2-in-1 hair and body soap, and the same face wash for… years.

Therefore, the bubblegum pink moisturizer tucked neatly against his shaving cream is definitely not his. Neither is the ‘normal to dry’ face wash, or the gummy women’s multivitamins. As a matter of fact, now that he looks at it more closely, a majority of the things in his medicine cabinet don’t belong to him. Awhile ago, he might have been bothered by that, but now…

The front door of his apartment swings open and shut and he doesn’t panic. Doesn’t think it’s the syndicate, come to arrest him because they know who he really is. He knows who just got home, who’s blabbing on the phone.

“Non, Octavio, not like that!” Natalie says. Crypto closes the cabinet, forgetting why he opened it the first place. When he sees his reflection, the dark dusting of stubble beginning on his jaw and his upper lip, he remembers. He decides he’ll say hello to his girlfriend before he takes care of that.

He takes a step away from the bathroom counter, peering out the open door of the bathroom. Natalie is shrugging out of her coat, holding her phone between her shoulder and her ear, the opposite hand cupping it to make sure it doesn’t slide as she strips out of her day clothes. Her sunny hair tumbles out of its hood as she does, the short locks brushing just beneath her ears, and his lips twitch up at the sight of it.

She turns and beams as she sees him. She finishes hanging up her coat, tossing it carelessly over the rack and lifting her head, holding one arm out to him. Shirtless, Crypto exits the bathroom, looping an arm across her shoulder blades to tug her close. He kisses her forehead in greeting.

“Salut, mon amour,” she mouths up at him. The grin fades from her features and her eyes turn towards the chatter coming from her phone. “Okay, well, that means you didn’t plug it in to the right port.”

Crypto loudly snorts, making Natalie press her lips together to hide a laugh. She presses a finger to her lips, silently shushing him. Those pretty blue eyes flicker over his chest, over the dark line of hair on his lower belly. He smirks at her, reaching up to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, the rest of it falling over his knuckles.

The tips of his fingers dance down the side of her throat and Natalie shudders. She takes a step away, trying to put some distance between them.

Their match from last week flashes through his mind. She certainly hadn’t backed off him while he was trying to talk to Ajay. They were very lucky that she was distracted by the match – or that she was willing to turn a blind eye to their shenanigans. Though his expression stays neutral, Crypto snatches Natalie’s hips, pulling her close.

“Y-You’re working with an older model, Octavio, it’s not going to go as quickly as the newer one,” says Natalie, the little stutter at the beginning of her sentence making him quietly smirk. He dives down, licking a stripe up the same place his fingers were, and she shivers against him.

“If you want it to work, you have to have patience,” she continues as Crypto traces the band of her pants, all the way to the back. The prominent curve of her ass feels perfect in his palms and he squeezes, tugging at the stretch waist she wears.

Natalie always has a problem finding pants that fit. Her ass isn’t proportionate to her waist, sticking out further than any smaller size jeans would allow. She likes the stretchy ones for that reason and he’s grateful for that now, snapping the elastic band against her.

Natalie squeaks and Crypto backs her up, against the couch. Their legs knock as they move but when she finally hits the cushions, she falls into them with a plop. Her dark eyes twist up to him and, oh, for all she seems so sweet, he knows that look.

“Non, mon amie, I’m fine,” Natalie suddenly breathes, remembering Octavio is on the line. Her throat flexes and Crypto smirks, palming the bulge in his sweatpants. Her eyes blink to his crotch then back up to him, like she’s waiting for him to make a move. He has every intention to. “Uh-huh. Okay, well, let’s try this again.”

Crypto reaches down, manhandling her onto her knees. She hangs onto the back of the sofa with one hand, clutching her phone with white knuckles in the other. He grips those stretch pants, pulling them slowly down, and biting his lip at the way they stretch over that juicy round ass of hers. Natalie likes boxer briefs, especially ones with interesting patterns. Today, the underwear has bananas as they design, peeled or otherwise. The innuendo isn’t lost on Crypto and he snorts. Natalie glances over her shoulder with a sneaky grin.

“Cheeky,” he says, tugging those briefs down. Her pussy is perfect, pink and open and waiting for him, surrounded by golden curls, and Crypto’s mouth waters. She shivers as cool air caresses her and he’s right behind it, spitting onto two of his fingers. He holds her open with his opposite hand, fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh of her ass, spit dripping onto the couch as he presses his wet fingers against her.

“T-Then you just-” Natalie begins, and he can’t see her face, but the little hitch of her breath tells him all he needs to know as he pushes his fingers past her outer lips. They clutch her clit on either side, and he sees the muscles in her lower back clench. “Just plugitin.”

She chances a look over her shoulder once again and Crypto smirks. She’s so eager already, so ready to be fucked. He doesn’t have nearly as wild of a sex drive at Natalie – had to remind her during the first few times that foreplay’s important, that having her soaked and wet and trembling made it easier for him to fuck her to pieces. He’s tempted to remind her again, but he can already feel her cunt lubing up his fingers with every stroke of them against her. He should have known she was a little bit of an exhibitionist, sought a little thrill after she sucked the soul out of his dick in the arena.

Crypto pushes one finger up to the knuckle inside her and she squirms, clearly wanting more. He watches her, waiting.

“Oui, you put in the password? And it’s-” Her jaw drops as he slides a second finger in on one of his thrusts, stretching that sweet cunt. It hugs his fingers beautifully and the thought of having it on his dick instead makes Crypto bite his lower lip. Natalie thrusts her ass back into his palm, always greedy, always hungry for more. She’s so used to being on top, to riding him, fucking him open, and he can feel her trying to take control even though she’s the one vulnerable here. “I-It’s still not working?”

Her head drops as he pulls his fingers out, only tugging his sweats down low enough to free his cock. He slides his wet fingers up and down the length of it, before raising the same palm to spit in it once more. Natalie’s been like a bunny recently and Crypto thinks he should have had the foresight to hide some lune underneath the couch.

He didn’t, though, so he pumps himself, biting his lower lip, waiting until he can hear his fist moving along his shaft, until it sounds wet and sticky. He rolls back the foreskin, pressing the blunt head to her weeping hole. Natalie tenses all over and he peers up at the back of her head, waiting. When he doesn’t move, her head snaps towards him, and she gives him a glare that could turn blood cold. He chuckles, obliging her with a slow roll of his hips, seating his cock inside her.

Natalie bites her lower lip, hard, and he knows he’ll be able to see the indentation of her teeth in the pink skin later. He doesn’t care though, pulling her back onto his cock, careful not to clap his hips against her ass, even though he wants to.

“Octavio, listen, I-I just got home.” Lie. Crypto would smirk if he weren’t so entranced by the hot, velvety heat of her. She starts fucking herself onto his cock, hips driving back, and Crypto leans back, watching her work. “I will come and take a look later.”

She rests her forehead against her clenched fist, thighs scooting apart, giving her a wider range of motion. Her cunt makes white, creamy streaks on his dick and Crypto bites his tongue, driving forward. Natalie slams her fist against the back of the couch as he piledrives into her cunt, the blunt tip hitting that spot that he knows makes her see starts. “Oui! Ouiouioui, okay, au revoir!”

She tries to push herself up onto her forearms, tapping desperately at the end button on her phone. When it finally beeps, signifying Octavio can no longer hear her, she groans, low, and loud, and long, and the noise goes straight to Crypto’s dick. He mouths at her shoulder, moaning himself, grinding his cock hard and fast into her cunt.

“Crypto!” She gasps. He hooks an arm around her torso, grappling with one of her breasts through her top. She slips the hand that had been holding her phone down, feeling where they’re connecting. The noise he makes isn’t human, the fat of her ass quivering with every clap of his hips against hers.

She drags those fingers up, toying with her clit as he pinches a nipple through her top, and she moans something like his name. When he glances down, he sees sweat pulling in the small of her back and he sighs, biting her shoulder. He sinks himself down to the base and grinds his cock down, against that spongy spot he found with his fingers earlier. Her voice grows higher in pitch, fingers frantically moving on her clit, and Crypto shudders, closer, close, fuck, he’s so close-

“Crypto!” She yelps and without warning, her cunt constricts around him. His jaw drops, the scorching heat of her closing in. He thrusts his hips forward once, twice, before suddenly pulling out, grabbing his cock – fucking soaked, still attached to her cunt by a sticky trail – and jerks it frantically. He throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he cums onto the globes of her ass.

They’re both panting, trying to catch their breaths. Her blonde hair somehow looks crazy, even though he hadn’t fucked with it the whole time she was on the phone. She looks over her shoulder at him, beautiful, gorgeous pink lips parted to suck in breaths of air.

“You… are mean,” she groans, flopping onto the couch. Crypto snorts, smirking at her.

“Karma is mean,” he says, nudging her over on the couch with a knee. He knows they’ll regret it later, that his spunk is smearing all over the cushions, but she looks so perfect, so fucked out. He squishes her into the couch, joining her.

“You liked what I did in the ring,” whines Natalie.

“And you didn’t like what I did just now?”

“That’s not what I said, mon amour,” she grumbles, turning to nuzzle into his chest. Crypto kisses the top of her head, looping an arm around her, and reaching up to ignore her phone as it starts to ring again.

[arcgeminga]

3. Are there any particular aus or plots that you’d really like to write?

——————–QUESTIONS FOR MUN | Still Accepting!

♚— For both: I don't know.

What I mean by that is... well, honestly, all of the plots I want to do I can't do because I don't have the partner muses for it. For example, although it's over 6-years-old now, I want to do the Aspros-Manigoldo plot that Sunny and I developed. Not only for the ship but because I really want to write out that story. Canon, yet not canon... A play on perspective, feelings, and point of view, all of which come together at a devastating end. I love writing things like that. Yet, it not only requires a Manigoldo partner, but also a Sage and Asmita and Sisyphus, and... well, you get the point. I can't do any of the developed plots I had wanted to do since back then without the proper partners.

Aside from that, I don't have any goals for Aspros or Defteros. Just vibing here until a potential plot comes along to dive into. Not that I mind. Sometimes, spontaneous threads are more engaging than plotted threads. Well... I sort of lied since I mun Defteros now. But I won't get into that.

I do want one for Kanon, though. A specific one with him and Saga and Evil Saga. But I don't know. I'm not keeping my hopes up on that since I might use that for a comic script I'm planning. And for Byaku... well, there's no Minos or Lune anymore, so I'm stuck on the same boat of not being able to do the plots I want to do due to lack of partners. I would like to do something with Avenir, but maybe after he gets his own gaiden so that I can get more icons for him. It's difficult to use the proper reaction images in threads when he only has like 10 icons.

AUs, on the other hand, I don't know as well.

I don't really like the idea of certain AUs with my LC characters. Like Modern AU, for example. But even if I don't like it, I could still try it out. I am still intrigued by an Aspros flung into the modern-day idea that an anon proposed, so I'd probably be open to trying that. But do I want to do it at the top of the list? No. Aside from that, anything canon-divergent is fine, but I don't have anything specific in mind to talk about.

So, basically, I don't have any plot or AU that I would really like to write anymore. I'm just vibing, and that's alright; what's going on right now is enough for me at the moment.

[typewriterghcst]

Title: Leave Us Your Stardust Rating: G like all my other fics l m ao Characters: Natoru, babby Lune, Natori. Mentions of other characters. Words: 2730-ish Summary: The World can be quite an intimidating, tough place for a seven-year-old, particularly after the sun goes down for the first time. Written for the 2020 TCR Birthday Bash, in particular the ‘Ghosts’ prompt. Notes: This is chock full of headcanons regarding these three, particularly during Lune’s childhood, so uh. Hopefully someone else finds this interesting or amusing like I do orz I will admit I’m hesitant on Natoru’s portrayal here because I’m not sure how most people interpret her (or him, if you prefer the dub, aha). I haven’t gotten the chance to write her that often on my RP blog, so this kinda feels to me like jumping headfirst into a shallow pool

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Natoru plays a lot of roles. She is at once first-line defense and confidante, exorcist and companion. She weaves wild stories and tall tales while battling and eradicating the monsters that manage to sneak out of their imaginary environments to threaten her little ward’s security. She takes care of spiders and hornets. Checks the closet for less rational pests. Peers under the bed each night to shoo out the monsters, too.

It’s because of this, she thinks to herself later once her wits finally arrive, that she ends up being very gently nudged awake by a visibly shaken charcoal-colored kitten in the middle of the night during an extended visit to a neighboring but distant kingdom (the queen’s original home, in fact, a detail that still brings Natoru no small amount of confusion).

“...Natoru..?” Lune sounds hopeful but timid.

“Ehhh.” It’s vaguely questioning, she rationalizes, if a little muffled. She hasn’t quite found the motivation to lift her face from her sleepy haze just yet.

“Can I… can I sleep in here?”

“Why do y’ wanna sleep in ‘ere..?”

Lune fidgets, plays with the edges of his sleeves. “...be… because there’s a ghost in my room.”

Oh. It takes at least a solid minute for that childish (albeit straightforward, she’ll give him that) reasoning to sink in, but once it does, Natoru realizes she’s not getting off the hook that easily. Finally resigning herself to being awake and active again, she hauls herself up from her face-down, torpid position and searches for Lune in the darkness, rubbing at her eyes sleepily.

“Should I go throw him out?”

It takes Lune some time to answer, and when he does, he stares down at his feet as he speaks. “...N-No. I’d rather just stay in here.”

“Eh? How come?”

“...b-because… um. What if… what if the ghosts here are stronger than the ones at home?”

“There are no ghosts stronger than me,” Natoru brags. What a more sweet-natured, maternal cat might have claimed only in the interest of reassuring Lune, she seems to wholly believe, and not for the first time it becomes obvious just why the kitten has taken such a shine to her.

“Really..? How do you know?”

Natoru doesn’t falter, patting her chest with one paw and planting the other on her hip.

"Because I'm the strongest," she answers matter-of-factly.

Lune, still standing at the edge of the bed she'd chosen (though now noticeably with a straighter posture than before), seems to spend some time thinking that over. Finally, hesitantly, he says, “But this isn’t home. What if the ghosts here are stronger than the ones you know? What if the dark makes them stronger?”

Natoru pauses thoughtfully, but ultimately shakes her head. “Nah. I’ve been all over, Lune. And I was born in the human world-- it gets dark there, too. Still no match for me~” She gives him a sunny smile, patently cute as it always is because of her soft, chubby face, but the undercurrent of chaos can not be denied.

What had been a gradual and noticeable decrease in his fear appears to reach a plateau; Lune is convinced, his tail and ears perking back up.

“I’m so grateful! You’re super cool, Natoru!”

“Yep,” Natoru agrees as she hops off her bed to join him on their trek back to his room.

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Lune begins to trail behind her the closer to his guest room they approach, but she neglects to comment on it. Instead, she tosses the beaded curtain in the doorway aside like a particularly bothersome obstacle, and strolls inside. In stark contrast, Lune tiptoes in behind her, looking furtively from one corner of the room to the next as if he expects to be ambushed. (Well, perhaps he does.)

“Okay, Ghost, you had your fun!” Natoru starts as boldly as she can, paws on her hips. “How’s that one song go? You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here! It’s bedtime for Lune.” Then, a little quieter but just as determined, and in a smug tone that shows she absolutely relishes saying it, “And if you don’t listen, then I’m gonna kick you in the head.”

To Lune, she adds, “That’s another great song. Recommend it.”

“It’s about kicking monsters in the head..?”

“Yeah,” Natoru says with a cheerful, heedless shrug.

The two of them are met with a stifling silence afterwards, as Natoru expected, but still she waits for Lune to give his approval. Creeping out from behind her, he pads softly further into the room, one, two steps at a time, again scrutinizing the corners. In the end, he doesn’t turn directly to face her, most likely mindful of the darkened void beneath the bed behind him, but he does look back to her.

“...will you check the bed and closet too..?”

“Of course.”

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It’s after he’s tucked back into his own bed that Lune asks, “It gets dark in the human world?”

“Every night.”

“How long does a night last?”

Natoru pauses there. 

“...I don’t remember.” She does remember it feeling quite long sometimes, though. It doesn’t seem pertinent to tell Lune. “Time feels different in the human world.”

“How so?”

Again, she pauses, this time in thought more so than in uncharacteristic caution.

The truth is, she thinks, maybe it’s not that time feels different in the human world, but simply that she had once been different. A long time ago, before she came to the Cat Kingdom. Those memories are odd— they don’t fit like they should. She thinks sometimes it may be akin to trying to play one of Natori’s beloved records in a CD player. 

“It’s different because you can tell time has passed just by looking around at the sky and the ground, but it doesn’t actually feel like time has passed. It’s disorienting.”

“The ground changes, too?”

“Yeah!” She chirps. “Sometimes it snows, or it rains. Then you get mud. That stuff’s tons of fun.”

“I’ve seen pictures of it,” Lune starts thoughtfully. “It looks messy.”

“Mm. Natori would have a fit if you discovered how fun it is, too.”

“Maybe I’ll get to play with it, too, then. Someday.”

“Probably! You’ll have your own adventures in the human world, eventually.”

“I hope so,” Lune starts. “It sounds like such a funny place.”

Whatever Natoru might have planned to say to that, no doubt to agree, to tell him of the other oddities abound in the human world, it’s lost in obscurity, as, of all cats, Natori seems to see fit to enter at that time, peeking in through the beaded doorway with a look of subdued disapproval. In some distant part of her brain, the part that’s always faintly amused at her coworker’s finicky quirks, Natoru briefly entertains the idea that perhaps he’d been supernaturally summoned by the talk of mud.

“What on earth are the two of you doing awake at this hour..?”

Natoru answers easily enough, tone blithe as ever. “Don’t look at me, Lune’s the one who dragged me out of bed ‘cause of a ghost.”

Judging from Lune’s offended expression in return, he’s not at all appreciative of his idol throwing him under the bus. Natori, also, regards her with a disapproving frown, paws settling at his hips. To herself, Natoru thinks his current countenance lines up pretty solidly with that of the quintessential, matronly governess.

“Natoru, don’t go blaming your foible on the child.”

“But he did wake me up because of a ghost,” Natoru protests.

It’s at this exchange that Lune’s indignation seems to fade, so that he appears relatively chastened, shamed. “...I’m sorry, Natori, I did wake her up for that.”

Natori seems to… deflate, almost, padding to Lune’s bedside with a sigh. “It’s nothing that warrants an apology, my prince. You’re in no trouble.” Then, while busily straightening the crocheted blanket atop the comforter, “...another ghost, then..?”

Lune’s embarrassed silence says it all, he supposes. So it appears then that Natori decides to move past it without comment in response. A phase, he tells himself, brought about by recent stressors, and one that will fade as they do.

“Well. It is quite late, and there’s an early morning ahead of us all. We should all be more rested, you know. This isn’t the night for tall tales.”

“Hey, speaking of, how come you’re awake, Natori?” Natoru starts shrewdly.

An inquiry the grey cat was clearly not prepared for, as his first response to it is to open his mouth to voice his answer… only to close it again with a light snap once he realizes either he has no suitable excuse or that that suitable excuse is tremendously weak in theory.

“...It’s not important,” he eventually settles on, formal, demure. Leaving precious little room for followup clarifications, though he must know by now that such a thing will not stop Natoru.

“Natori, have you ever been to the human world?” Lune asks.

“Yes, occasionally,” Natori replies, head canted just slightly in curiosity at where Lune’s evident investigation is going.

“Do you have a favorite thing about it?”

“A favorite thing? Well, let me think…”

After a moment, all too aware of Lune’s expectant gaze on him and doing his best to ignore Natoru’s amused, knowing stare (yes, Natoru, he realizes he’s being massively hypocritical right now), Natori seems to decide on, “I suppose I’d say it’s probably the scenery— er, the variety in it, in particular.”

Lune nods excitedly. “The variety! That intrigues me so much, Natori. I’ve seen the pictures of the  forests and mountains and the oceans— they’re all so huge, Natori, aren’t they? I can’t imagine how big the human world must be to have multiple oceans in it..!”

“I do imagine it must be hard for you,” Natori agrees indulgently with a laugh. Then, a touch diffidently, “...having seen but a fraction of it myself, I must admit it’s rather difficult for me, as well, at times.” His attention wanders to Natoru, who is still lounging propped up on her paws on the end of Lune’s bed like a proper house cat. She wears a thoughtful, somewhat faraway expression, and he wonders what it is she’s thinking of. But, unobtrusive and respectful as ever, Natori doesn’t pry. Instead, he asks, “Did you shoo out the ghost, then?”

Natoru snaps out of her apparent reverie, nodding a time or two and waving her paw in disregard. “Oh, yeah, he’s toast.” And to Lune, “I scared him off, didn’t I?”

“Yup! You said you’d kick him in the head if he came back.”

Ah, that earns her another long-suffering look from Natori, though he doesn’t voice his disapproval this time. Natoru just gives him another of her patented sunny smiles.

“...Well,” Natori starts readily. “If that’s the case, I think that’s enough ill-timed chatter to last us the night. Morning will arrive before you know it, and I’ll not oblige any requests to sleep in.” Spoken while gently tugging the comforter up over Lune’s shoulders, now that the crocheted blanket has been righted.

“Can I ask one last question, Natori?”

“Yes,” Natori answers primly, somewhat absently, if his concentration on Lune’s already straightened bedcovers is anything to go by.

“It’s about the human world again.” And there Lune hesitates, at least until Natori gives another acknowledging noise. “I keep reading about... how big the human world is, and you and Natoru say it is, too. And— and all the stuff that’s in it, things you can’t see here. Do you think… I mean, because it’s so… There’s so much in it, so do you think… someone could go there, but eventually run out of things to see?”

His voice has lowered to be so soft his two companions nearly miss his question in its entirety, and it along with his insistence on keeping his gaze glued to some indeterminate spot to his side tells them both this line of questioning is not just a child’s rambling, all-encompassing curiosity. Because of this, it seems the two of them struggle for an answer for some time— one that must be reassuring and optimistic, but also can not conclusively discuss the issue. It hasn’t been named yet; it has yet to be spoken aloud to Lune, and it is not the place of the royal advisor nor their vaguely-defined assistant to do so.

Paws lingering over the plush comforter where he’s folded it over Lune’s shoulders, Natori finally replies, timidly, “...Anything is possible.” 

“Sure, there’s a lot to see. But nothing beats good old home,” is Natoru’s helpful addition. “A cat’s bound to get homesick at some point.”

Lune doesn’t respond for a few long minutes, but neither Natori nor Natoru move to prompt or hurry him, even when the silence begins to feel acutely oppressive, and Natoru almost wishes a real ghost would break the tension. Eventually, however, Lune gives a very small sigh, and his attention wanders from his earlier inconsequential spot to Natori’s face. It’s not quite his more usual bright and inquisitive demeanor, but it’s at least a step away from the nervous reserve he’d been exhibiting just moments before.

“...I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Yes. It’s certainly a fascinating place, but it’s no Cat Kingdom. The comforts of familiarity compel all of us to look homeward at least occasionally.”

Lune seems to think that over for a moment, glancing down to the hem of the blanket covering him once (Natoru thinks he must be imagining his own bed back at home, and his colorful bedroom, eternally bathed in sunlight). This time, when he looks to the two of them, it���s with a decidedly more self-assured air. 

“Okay! So I’ll stay as familiar as I possibly can!”

Natoru laughs— she can’t help it. It’s such an endearingly straightforward conclusion to come to. Natori, however… she notices the way his expression tenses, the conflicted, nervous debate he must be waging on the inside. Lune has taken away the wrong message from all this, and it should be addressed and amended, but... it’s only getting later, and Natori had entered the conversation with a chiding lecture about the late hour. He looks tired, too, Natoru notes to herself, probably a crucial trigger for his indecisiveness.

“You got it, Lune,” she decides to chime in, pushing herself up onto her haunches now. “But I think it’s time to stick a fork in this one, because I’m ready to go back to dreamland.”

Lune’s eyes light up further. “Oh! Maybe I’ll dream of the human world.”

“Maybe!”

Natori seems to just accept this abrupt left turn in the conversation in his usual yielding way, but he does see fit to add, in a soft tone that comes perhaps dangerously close to pleading, “...Lune… it’s all well and good to desire to remain... recognizable, but…”

There he dithers for some time, at a loss for what he wants to say or how to say it, most likely, as he utters numerous false starts before finally appearing to give up. Instead, lips straightening to a thin line, he fixes the kitten with a sort of wistfully helpless smile, and gives a comically uncharacteristic shrug.

“...Well. It’s late, as we’ve all pointed out. Goodnight, my prince. Now that your room has been cleared of its phantoms, please don’t dawdle on your way back to the Land of Nod. The sun will rise before you know it.”

“I won’t, Natori.”

Natori inclines his head once in wordless approval as he turns to leave, gaze also lingering meaningfully on Natoru (one she again only returns a blithe smile to), before he leaves in much the same natural way he’d first arrived. Natoru takes the opportunity to hop off Lune’s bed and dust herself off, though even her own reasoning for doing so escapes her. Lune, meanwhile, appears somewhat thoughtful, if distantly uncertain.

“Is it really so close to morning? I’m sorry for waking you, a-and for keeping you up all this time.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ll let you in on a secret, actually—” Here she glances behind her to confirm that Natori has, indeed, left, before continuing in a hushed but shrewdly amused manner, “I know Natori said he wouldn’t let us sleep in, but just keep in mind that what your dad says goes, and he hasn’t seen a morning in years.”

And so it was that Natoru gained another point from the child prince to set in her ‘cool’ pile.

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Pick a language that you can speak besides English. Type each word that you see in this survey in that language.

Which language will you be filling this survey out in? Filipino, aka get ready to see how similar our language can get to Spanish.

ANIMALS

Dog: Aso.

Cat: Pusa.

Monkey: Unggoy.

Duck: The first word I thought of was bibe, but when I checked on Google it gave me pato, which I realized is also correct. Both words do mean ‘duck,’ and are used interchangeably, though I’m just not sure about what kind of duck each refers to.

Bear: Oso.

BODY PARTS

Eyes: Mata.

Mouth: Bibig.

Nose: Ilong:

Head: Ulo.

Stomach: Tiyan, which you can pronounce as ‘chan’ or ‘tee-yan’ if you’re feeling super formal lol.

CLOTHING

Shirt: Filipinos usually just say shirt or T-shirt. But the strict translation is kamiseta, though it’s a little old-fashioned and idk anyone who uses that word on a regular basis.

Pants: Pantalon.

Skirt: Palda.

Hat: Sumbrero.

Shoes: Sapatos.

COLORS

Blue: Bughaw or asul.

Red: Pula.

Pink Rosas.

Black: Itim.

Green: Berde or luntian.

DAYS

Monday: Lunes.

Wednesday: Miyerkules.

Friday: Biyernes.

Saturday: Sabado.

Sunday: Linggo.

DIRECTIONS

Left: Kaliwa.

Right: Kanan.

Up: Taas.

Down: Baba.

Forward: Abante.

DRINKS

Water: Tubig.

Milk: Gatas.

Juice: We don’t have a word for it lol, we all just say juice. Some more old-fashioned speakers who prefer a Filipino version for every English word might use ‘dyus,’ but this is rare.

Tea: Tsaa.

Coffee: Kape.

FAMILY MEMBERS

Mother: Nanay or inay.

Son: We don’t have gender-specific terms in Filipino. Son and daughter are both referred to as anak, or child. But if you’re firm on translating son in Filipino it will end up being ‘anak na lalaki’ which is ‘a male child.’

Sister: Same situation. Siblings in general are referred to as kapatid, regardless of gender. So the literal translation for sister would be ‘kapatid na babae’ which is ‘a female sibling’.

A younger person will call a girl older than them as ‘Ate’ which is the honorific for older sister; but it’s not strictly used between siblings and can be used with friends, cousins, and basically any girl who looks close to your age.

Cousin: Pinsan.

Uncle: Tito.

FOODS

Breakfast: Almusal.

Lunch: Tanghalian.

Sweets: Erm, we don’t have a catch-all term for sweets. Dessert is panghimagas, though.

Cheese: Keso.

FURNITURE

Bed: Kama.

Table: Mesa or lamesa.

Desk: We don’t really have a word for it. We just use desk.

Bookshelf: I looked it up on Google Translate since I wasn’t sure myself, and it said “raketa ng libro” (a rack of books) and I know literally nobody who uses or has used that. People just say shelf, or bookshelf.

Chair: Upuan or silya.

GREETINGS

Hello: No direct translation. Filipinos like promoting “Mabuhay!” as a greeting for foreigners to use but I’ve always felt iffy about that since I don’t like to be told “Long live!” instead of just a hi lmaooo; it’s just too deep for me, personally. Filipinos just say hi or hello to greet each other.

How are you?: Kumusta?

What's your name?: Anong pangalan mo?

Good Morning!: Magandang umaga!

Good Night!: We have ‘Magandang gabi’ though that’s really more relevant for ‘good evening’. We usually just say goodnight when we’re turning in for the night.

KITCHENWARE

Fork: Tinidor.

Spoon: Kutsara.

Knife: Kutsilyo.

Plate: Plato or platito, depending on the size of the plate.

Cup: Baso.

MONTHS

January: Enero.

April: Abril.

July: Hulyo.

October: Oktubre.

December: Disyembre.

NUMBERS

Two: Dalawa.

Seven: Pito.

Eighteen: Labing-walo.

Twenty-two: Dalawampu’t-dalawa.

Four hundred: Apat na daan.

OUTDOORS

Sun: Araw.

Moon: Buwan.

Stars: Bituin.

Trees: Puno.

Sea: Dagat.

PEOPLE

Friend: Kaibigan.

Girlfriend: Nobya. 

Husband: No specific translation. We use ‘asawa’ which is the general term for spouse.

Woman: I dunno if we have any word that captures woman. We usually just go for ‘babae’ which is the general term for anything that’s female.

Little boy: No term. I would personally say this as ‘batang lalaki,’ which is ‘a male child.’

PLACES

School: Paaralan or eskwelahan.

Movie theatre: No term, since this is a very modern Western influence. We usually stick with ‘cinema.’

Airport: Paliparan.

Home: Tahanan captures the essence of home better. We also use bahay, but that’s a closer translation to house.

Mall: Just mall, lol.

ROOMS

Bedroom: We use kwarto for bedroom, which is also the general word for room.

Bathroom: Banyo.

Living room: Sala or salas. There’s no difference and I don’t actually know where the variation came from.

Kitchen: Kusina.

Dining room: Hapag-kainan or silid-kainan.

VERBS

To eat: Kakain.

To walk: Lalakad.

To sing: Kakanta.

To dance: Sasayaw.

To sleep: Matutulog.

WEATHER

Rain: Ulan.

Snow: Strangely enough we have a word for snow even though we don’t even get it here. Niyebe.

Cold: Lamig, or malamig if you’re describing something as cold.

Hot: Init, or mainit, again if you’re being descriptive.

Sunny: Maaraw.

Now just say the following in your langauge:

My name is _____. Ang pangalan ko ay Robyn.

My family has four people in it. Kami ay lima sa pamilya.

She is twenty-two years old. Siya ay dalawampu’t-dalawang taong gulang.

There are seven days in a week. Mayroong pitong araw sa isang linggo.

It is 4:30 in the afternoon. Alas kwatro y medya na ng hapon.

I want to buy some bread, please. Nais kong bumili ng tinapay. We don’t have a direct translation for please in this case.

He's sitting on the couch, playing videogames. Siya ay nakaupo sa sopa at naglalaro ng video games.

In twenty minutes, I leave for work. Aalis ako papuntang opisina sa susunod na dalawampung minuto. OMG literally no one speaks like this lmaooooooo. Everyone in my community speaks Taglish or English altogether.

I am writing a song. Nagsusulat ako ng kanta/Ako ay nagsusulat ng kanta.

Let's go outside. Labas tayo.

BYE! Paalam!