#they're so hard and my feet hurt afterwards

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Whb characters reacting to Mc teaching them a cultural dance

I'm in an Erasmus as I'm writing this and I need to put my pookies in every scenario of my life to be complete.

Satan is very open to learning about other cultures. He would follow in your steps making sure he doesn't make a mistake. He's surprisingly good at this and he'll swoop you away with his smooth moves. Would teach you traditional dances from Gehenna as well so you'll be able to understand your cultures better. Starts with the hardest one so you'll get annoyed at him. It's not his fault you don't have the stamina of a demon.

Sitri would gladly do anything you ask of him. He's also very good at dancing and he's a swift learner, which makes him a wonderful dance partner. He would tell you a lot about how he remembers all the other dances you (read: Solomon) thought him and he's more than happy to remind you of them. As long as you're in his company, he's the happiest demon alive.

Gamigin has two left feet, so, please have mercy on his poor soul. He'll get the hang of it eventually and he'll be so happy for doing so. If it's a dance that requires more people, he'll gladly take the whole of Paradise Lost and dance alongside them. No, the staff stays with him even during the dance. He's very excited to learn about your culture and he'll bombard you with questions left and right. Would constantly ask you if you want to dance with him once more or if you know other dances. Asks Jjok to record him dancing with you and even though the video ends up blury, he'll still treasure it for all the years to come.

Morax is another bad dancer (if we're being honest, only Lucifer can dance from Paradise Lost and he's not doing it for free.) It's fine, if he steps on your feet or hurts you in any other way, he can cure you instantly. He's stiff, and his moves are akward, almost forced (since he has wounds everywhere) but he'll try his best and have a blast doing it. Would hug you at the end of the dance and thank you for sharing it with him. Very polite gentleman.

Barbatos is all for it. You show him a the moves and he picks you up and starts dancing. He's very flexible and willing, so he can bend in whatever way is neccessery. He'll dance with you constantly and he preferes faster dances since he can flex more that way. Would totally ask you to dance with him in the sun, feel your bodies touched by the sun's warm rays as you enjoy eachother's body (not in that way).

[imperfection-in-one-human]

The odd one.

Tav x Everyone

Warnings: depressions ; self harming behaviour ; bad english ; bad written lol ; im not good at writing endings ngl ; self doubts ; thoughts about suicide and even mentions ; descriptions of wounds ; teeny tiny bit of fluff ; drama ; angst ; idk poly relationship?

Note: hello everyone who thinks this is gonna be good lol. Its just a little drabble i really wanted to write but thats like my first fic/drabble ever so please be kind :') still i hope you enjoy that small thingy. Also i used they/them as tavs pronouns and theres no specific description to their look. Also there might be typos etc. English is not my native language!

If someone has to describe tav than they would probably take the word "odd". Odd because they were so clumsy that it was nothing new when they tripped over their own feet or stumble right into a trap, indicators where most started to think that they're absolutely not capable of fighting or at least not being good at it. Most would think that they're just gonna stumble into sword, or spells, and call it a day. But, much to everyones suprises, it wasnt like that. Tav was rather good at slaying things, beheading goblins or punch someone so hard that they're loosing foot - they were even good at taking hits until their nose run bloody and their lips were chapped, even bruised. The description of "odd' was perfect for them and still, it seems that there were even more things about them that made them so weird. Not only had they a habit of not treating their wounds probably, no, they also tried to downplay them and saying that they are not as bad as you think it is. Even when shadowheart tried to heal a claffing wound on their arm they just tried to get away from her healing spell - something about "dont waste it in me shadowheart, keep it until someone really needs it. Wyll got wounded too". It was weird but no one really questioned it, they shoved it onto the fact that tav was indeed a very selfless person. Always trying to do something good or even trying to give most of their being to people so that they didnt have to suffer - may it be a healing potion, a weapon or even the safe space behind a wall. Tav would always give up things like that, taking hits for every companion they got ans smile at them afterwards with reassuring words because "it doesnt hurt that much! Dont you worry!"

It was only time later when they found out the truth and its all because of that artist. Someone who they thought they're never gonna see ever again but here he was with a ghost in front of him and said ghost was just so mad at him that everyone was ready again to fight but instead they got to hear the whole story and when the ghost said why she was dead tavs eyes got dull for a second.

A second where it felt as if the ocean crashed right onto them, waves of unspoken sadness and a hidden longing no one wanted a admit, tidal waves who threaten to consume every last single bit of them, swallowing them whole and keeping them right into their embrace. It was as if someone spoke the right words for a curse to be lifted, a lingering curse everyone knew that it existed but no one wanted to admit. It was only then where everyone kind of knew why tav did things the way they did, why they never quite let their wounds heal or reopening them again in a battle. Why they never quite cared enough about themself to even try to heal anything about them. Why they never really took onto the pretty words everyone said to them in and out of camp, why they shied away from any ounce of love even though every single one loved them with such a burning passion that it would burn them and they would happily accept it. They would love to crumble under that heat and still they never really got it, of course they exchanged small little affecrionate gestures like hugs, cuddles or kisses on the cheek but it never seemed to go further than that. They knew that their tav was in shatters and pieces, still they tried to but them back together.. it just seemed that they never quite made it. As if it they were million miles away even though tav was right infront of them. Still that didnt stopped any of them to express their love for their leader, there was still hope that one day they would get into that broken little heart. Maybe they just needed time? Maybe love wouldnt heal them completely?

Maybe everything came into a full picture right here and then even though it was just a small second. After that incident everyone went back to camp where the inevitable came - all of them wanted to know what was going on but no one really dared to ask. It was such a delicate topic, they were scared that their beloved leader would built up even more walls, what they didnt know was the fact how much tavs heart ached - how much they yearned for the love they could have and even the relationship what was right infront of them. The only thing holding them back was fear. Fear that every single of them would see them as they see themself. That they would leave them with their heart in their hands and crush it like fallen leaves from a tree. They were so love and touched starved sometimes it felt like they were going crazy! They wanted all of this to be real and still there was a small voice in their heads telling them that they deserved none of this, that they are not important enough that someone would even care when they were gone. Just died in a battle or got swept away from the absolute. That all of them just love them because they were travelling together and as soon as the journey ends they going seperate ways. Astarion would live the life he wanted, karlach would get her own small home again, laezel fullfilling her wish of ascending, wyll roaming the coast, gale going back to tara and his tower, shadowheart living with her parents and halsin going back into the shadowlands so he can be with his old and beloved friend. That sounded real. That sounded like it would happen and not their little dream of living with them until death itselfs collects them. Still.. they dreamed about that little fantasy everyday, selfishly wanting that and nothing more. Just living in peace with every person they love.. then why does their heart hurt so much as soon as they're showing love for them? Is it too good to be true? Were they scared? Probably everything of the above.

So they really needed to talk to them all of them. And they're gonna do that, letting all of them into that broken heart of theirs and allowing themself to be happy?

... maybe if they let a little bit of sunshine into their pierced heart they may allow themself to dream a little longer with the. To accept the love they wanted to give. Maybe it wasnt such a bad wish after all?

[niki-phoria]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could make a gn reader chishiya fic based on the aib characters saying sorry. I really liked what you made the argument about and can totally see it happening so pretty please if you are taking requests could you do this.

doctor chishiya >>>

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: hurt comfort word count: 1.7k

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood, stitches, are stitches considered gore?, canon typical violence, canon divergent game (i have run out of games to write about), arguments, kuina threatens to punch chishiya (kuina best girl !!), reader is called beautiful (if that needs a warning ??) but boys are beautiful too, this kinda turned into a journal entry at the end lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm glad you liked the post about them apologizing. i didn't want to leave this as angst so it has a happy ending and i changed a few things so that it wasn't exactly the same. i hope you like it :))

the post they're talking about -> chishiya, arisu, and kuina apologizing after an argument

requests open !! read my rules first

“y/n!” you can hear chishiya yelling at you as you rush to push the man out of the way, taking the blow for him instead. you hit the ground hard. your shoulder aches, both from the stinging cut and the impact. 

the man you saved is quick to scramble to his feet, kicking your attacker away from you before grabbing your arm and pulling you to safety. “thank you,” he pants. chishiya presses a hand against your back. blood seeps through your shirt. you nod at the man, trying to catch your own breath. 

the man rushes off in a different direction afterwards. you watch him leave, hiding further into the shadows to avoid detection. “shit,” chishiya curses. “this is deep. we need to get out of here. you need stitches.” 

you nod, forcing yourself to stand up. you reach back, replacing his hand with your own. “i’ll be fine. go win the game.” chishiya glances between you and the tagger before you gently push him away. “go!”

you’re not sure how long you stand in the shadows. the brick feels uncomfortable against your back as you hold your breath, waiting for the tagger to pass by the alley you’re hiding in. thankfully, they don’t notice you before your phone chimes, ending your torment with a simple “game clear. congratulations.”

the drive back to the beach feels awkward. chishiya keeps a close eye on your shoulder. you know he needs to keep pressure on it, but you can almost feel the irritation radiating off of him. 

he remains silent as you arrive at the beach, picking you up and carrying you into the basement. he sets you on the metal table, searching through various different cabinets for bandages, gauze, and supplies for stitches. the metal is cold against your skin. it feels nice against the warm blood still flowing from your wound. 

you don’t say anything about the slight tremble in chishiya’s hands as he presses the bandages against the cut. his stitches are quick and efficient - almost robotic in his movements. worry builds in your stomach. 

“we need to talk about this.” it sounds more like a question than a statement. like you’re asking if he’s ready to interact with you when he’s still so obviously angry, though you still aren’t sure exactly why. 

“after i finish this.” his words do little to console you. so, you simply nod, trying to relax your body as he continues tending to your wounds. 

“okay.” 

the air feels tense around you as you follow chishiya back to your shared room. he closes the door after you, silently leaning back against the wall. you awkwardly sit across from him on your bed, waiting for him to make the first move. chishiya crosses his arms over his chest, jaw clenched. you avoid eye contact, fidgeting with your hands. 

“that was stupid.” he finally says. 

“saving someone’s life is stupid to you?” 

“he was going to die anyways and you almost got yourself killed with him.” 

“i couldn’t just leave him there! he was begging for help!” 

“he could’ve gotten it from someone else!” his voice raises as yours does. chishiya sighs, running a hand through his hair. “what about these people makes them so worth saving?” 

“what about them makes them not worth saving? they’re people, chishiya, isn’t that enough of a reason?” 

“not when it puts you in danger! it was reckless!” 

“what else was i supposed to do?” 

“why can’t you admit you were wrong for once?” his words sting, but his demeanor is what makes you flinch. chishiya nearly glares at you from across the room. “have you ever considered that i know what’s best? you made a stupid decision, get over it!” you can see the immediate regret spread across his face. he almost shrinks back away from you. you bite your tongue, willing the tears building in your eyes not to fall. “y/n…” 

his words trail off when you stand up. “i need to be alone for a while. come find me when you’re ready to talk to me like an adult.” 

you furiously wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you rush out of the room. 

“y/n?” kuina furrows her eyebrows, opening the door to her room to let you inside. “what’s wrong?” 

you’re sure she can see the dried tears on your face. “i got in a fight with chishiya.” 

“oh, honey,” she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. you cling to her as she rubs a hand against your back. she pulls away after a few minutes, wiping another few stray tears you hadn’t realized had fallen. “do you want to talk about it?” 

“not really. i just… i got hurt helping someone and he yelled at me because it was reckless.” 

“are you okay?” 

you nod. “i’m fine. just a little sad, i guess.” 

kuina reaches over to grab your hand. it’s a welcome feeling of affection that breaks against the swirling thoughts in your head. “whatever happens, i’ll always be here for you, okay? you can tell me anything.” 

this time the tears that build in your eyes are ones of thankfulness. trust in the borderland is hard to come by, but when kuina squeezes your hand with a small smile and starts telling you about new gossip she heard around the beach, you know that you’ve found an ally. a friend. “thank you.” 

“kuina,” chishiya calls. he walks over to where she’s sitting, awkwardly stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets. “do you know where y/n is?” 

she briefly glances up at him, taking the wooden cigarette out of her mouth. “they’re on the roof.” 

“thanks.” 

“hey, chishiya,” she stands up from the beach chair, stepping closer. “if y/n ever shows up at my door crying because of you ever again, i’ll punch you.” 

he steps back a little, nodding. “it won’t happen again.” 

“good. now, go talk to them. they’ve been waiting for you.”

chishiya doesn’t wait any longer, quickly making his way back into the hotel to the roof. true to kuina’s word, you sit at the edge of the building, staring out at the coastline. the sun has just barely begun to set, casting a golden glow on everything. “y/n?” you turn to look at him over your shoulder, gesturing for him to sit beside you. chishiya obeys, dangling his legs over the edge of the building. you don’t move away when his knee brushes against yours.

you sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sunset. finally, he speaks. “i’m sorry.” you glance over at him, waiting for him to continue. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you. i was scared because you got hurt and i blamed you because it happened while you were trying to help someone.” 

“i’m sorry too.” you pull your knees up to your chest, resting your hand in the space between you and chishiya. “i know it was reckless and i understand why you were upset.” 

chishiya hesitantly reaches over, taking your hand into his. you reciprocate by intertwining your fingers, storking your thumb against his skin. “none of what happened was your fault. i’m sorry i yelled at you. you didn’t deserve that.” 

“i forgive you.” you turn to face him, bringing your right hand up to cup his cheek. you move it behind his head to the nape of his neck, slowly pulling him in to press your lips against his. chishiya takes your cue to lean in, pressing another peck against your lips when you pull away. 

he smiles a little when you pull away, coaxing you to lean against his chest. the sun glistens against the water, hues of pink and purple painting the sky. chishiya tucks his chin over your head. 

“do you know why i helped him?” your voice is quiet when you speak again. it’s getting darker now. the temperature drops as the sun disappears further behind the coastline. 

“no.” chishiya murmurs. he wraps an arm around your waist, rubbing your side. 

“i know it’s hard for you to open up to people, and i’m grateful everyday that you let me in. but it’s hard to survive out here. you survive by shutting everyone out. you built your walls up so high that it takes years to scale them, and even then, you didn’t fully let your guard down for months.” you pause, taking a breath. “i survive out here by relying on my humanity. i have to believe that people are good, because if they aren’t, then nothing else matters. none of the good deeds or random acts of kindness or small moments that remind me that love is everywhere around us matter. i don’t want to live believing that. so, i help people. i put myself in danger for strangers because i rely on my humanity. if i lose my humanity, then i lose everything.” 

silence falls over you once again. chishiya pulls you even closer so you’re fully sitting in his lap, wrapping his arms around you. he leans over your shoulder as the sun fully disappears behind the horizon. the stars are just beginning to appear above you. “i think there’s good in humanity too.” he finally murmurs. “i let you in because i know you’re good. and you’ve done nothing but show me that i was right about you.” he leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder. “you’re strong,” another kiss - this time against your neck. “and loyal,“ his lips brush against the underside of your jawline. “and beautiful,” this time they’re against your cheek. “and good. you’re a good person. one i don’t deserve. i’m thankful for everyday you’re with me.” 

you take the initiative this time, pulling him into a sweet kiss. chishiya pulls you back in again. you sit on the roof together, kissing underneath the stars until your lungs are begging for air and the air chills your bones. you rest your forehead against his when you pull away, letting yourself drown in the overwhelming love you feel. “i’ll take you home,” chishiya whispers. “i promise.” 

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

After arriving in the city in the afternoon, I let out a deep sigh.

(Even this morning, I didn't feel like I was alive.)

Just like the other day, I had another dream where someone took my life.

(Last time it was a hunter, but this time I was killed by a pureblooded vampire.)

(I guess I was really a dhampir in my dreams.)

Although the people and scenes in the two dreams were different, they had one thing in common.

(In the dream, I was despised by both humans and vampires just because I'm a dhampir.)

Even though they were dreams, fear and sadness lingered strongly in my heart, and I let out another sigh, as I had done many times before.

Then...

Vlad: "What's with the sigh, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki: "Vlad!"

The one who greeted me was Vlad in his apron.

There was a wagon nearby loaded with flowers, and it seemed like he was doing his usual work as a florist.

Mitsuki: "Thanks for your hard work. I actually made some baked sweets. Would you like to have them with Faust and Charles?"

Vlad: "Wow, it smells nice. Thanks, I'd love to."

Vlad: "But are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

After handing him the sweets, Vlad looked at me and gently touched the area around my eyes with his long fingers.

Vlad: "You have dark circles. Are you not sleeping well?"

Mitsuki: "I had a nightmare. I was feeling down, so I made those sweets as a distraction."

Vlad: "I see. Just wait a moment."

With that, Vlad pulled out a bundle of purple flowers from the wagon and offered them to me.

Vlad: "They're lavender. If you put them by your pillow when you sleep, it should help you relax."

Mitsuki: "Wow, thank you. Can I really have them?"

Vlad: "Yes. I wish I could save you from the nightmares, but for now, all I can do is wish you a good night's sleep."

After parting ways with Vlad, I leaned in to smell the lavender I received.

(It smells nice. It might indeed help me sleep well.)

Feeling grateful for Vlad's thoughtfulness, I walked down the street with warm feelings.

Passerby: "Hey! Watch where you're going, kid. Don't wander around like that."

???: "S-Sorry."

I heard a guy's booming voice and a kid's gentle voice in the distance.

When I looked over, I saw a boy with golden curls and dirty clothes bowing to a passerby.

(That kid seems unsteady on his feet. I hope he's okay.)

As I watched, the boy bumped into someone again and fell afterward. Concerned, I hurried over to him.

Mitsuki: "Are you hurt?"

Curly-haired boy: "Ugh…"

The boy lifted his face, and I noticed his eyes were as clear and blue as the earth.

Curly-haired boy: "I'm thirsty."

Mitsuki: "Wait here. I'll go get you some water!"

I was about to stand up when he suddenly grabbed my skirt to stop me.

Curly-haired boy: "It's fine! I'm okay."

Mitsuki: "But you look like you're in so much pain."

Curly-haired boy: "Don't worry about me. My little sister is waiting, so I have to go."

Mitsuki: "Hey, wait!"

The boy disappeared into an alley without even turning back at the sound of my call.

As I walked along the banks of the Seine River, I couldn't stop thinking about the boy I had just encountered.

(Was I being too nosy?)

(But his clothes and shoes were so worn out.)

Even in seemingly glamorous Paris, many people were struggling with poverty and orphans.

That was the reality I learned upon arriving in the 19th century.

I was still lost in thought when I suddenly heard someone calling out.

???: "Hey, Miss."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

???: "Would you like to go on a boat tour around Paris?"

I turned around and saw a man with a half-up hairstyle and a hat, smiling.

Drake: "For a lady like you, I'd offer some special services."

(Oh, is he a tout?)

Mitsuki: "Sorry, but I'm not really in the mood for that right now."

Drake: "Ah, I see. You do look a bit down."

The man leaned in slightly and peered into my face.

Feeling unexpectedly close, I tensed up, but the man just smiled again.

Drake: "In that case, all the more reason to hop on my boat for a change of pace."

Drake: "By the way, I'm also feeling really down today since there were no customers."

Drake: "If things stay like this, I'm afraid my boss will give me an earful later."

Mitsuki: "Hehe."

Drake: "Oh? You look even cuter when you smile. So, how about we both forget our worries and have a blast?"

(He's quite the smooth talker.)

(I feel like I'm being taken for a ride, but it sure would be a nice change of pace.)

Mitsuki: "Then, just for a while."

I couldn't help but smile along with him as I boarded the boat, following his invitation.

Mitsuki: "Wow!"

Drake: "Right?"

The boat cruised effortlessly on the Seine River, and the shimmering water under the sun, along with the breeze blowing through, felt nice.

Drake: "Feeling better now, miss?"

Mitsuki: "Yes, much better than earlier."

Drake: "Huh, so a boat ride isn't the perfect cure-all, huh?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, no! It's just a matter of my own feelings."

(Maybe it's because I had a scary dream or met that boy.)

The frustration of being in such an uncontrollable situation still lingered in my heart.

(I've been living a comfortable life back in my world and being treated well in the mansion since I came to the 19th century.)

(But that's just my luck, and it doesn't apply to everyone in this era.)

(Is there anything I can do to help?)

Lost in thought, I brushed back my hair, swaying in the wind, and my fingertips suddenly touched the scar on my forehead.

It was the scar from when someone saved my life when I was a child.

(At that time, I wanted to be someone who could also help others.)

I remember the memories I told everyone at the mansion just a few days ago and the feelings I had at that time burning deep in my heart.

(I know poking my nose at other people's business is bad, but if I meet that boy again, I'll try talking to him.)

(I have to take a step forward, starting with that.)

As my mood began to brighten, the scenery appeared even more radiant.

Then, out of nowhere, the guy suddenly handed me a bottle.

Mitsuki: "Mr. Sailor, what's this?"

Drake: "It's Drake."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: "My name's Francis Drake, but just call me Drake, miss."

Mitsuki: "Okay, Drake. What's in this bottle?"

Drake: "A drink to lift your spirits."

Mitsuki: "What!? Drinking during the day is a bit much!"

Drake: "Haha, just kidding. Don't worry, it's just grape juice."

Drake: "Consider it a treat. Well, mine's wine, though."

He raised another bottle and grinned mischievously.

Mitsuki: "Drake, aren't you working right now?"

Drake: "Oops, so strict."

Drake: "Don't worry, I can hold my liquor. I'll make sure to get us back to shore safe and sound."

(That's not really the issue here.)

Drake: "Come on, cheers!"

He handed me the grape juice and took a sip from his wine bottle.

(He's so carefree and likable.)

(But is it okay to drink something given by someone I just met?)

The bottle smelled distinctly of grapes, with no hint of alcohol.

Drake: "Are you being cautious? There's nothing weird in it. I could take a sip to show you if you'd like."

Mitsuki: "Um, no, it's okay. I'll give it a try."

(He doesn't seem like a bad person, so it should be fine.)

Feeling guilty for my hesitation, I also took a sip from the bottle.

Mitsuki: "Mmm, delicious!"

The sweet and rich taste passed through my throat, and the lush aroma filled my nostrils.

Drake: "Glad you like it. By the way, what's your name?"

Mitsuki: "I'm Mitsuki."

Drake: "Alright then, Mitsuki. Captain Drake is here to guide you through Paris."

Drake: "Over there is the Louvre Museum or something like that. It's apparently full of amazing treasures."

Mitsuki: "Hehe. You don't sound like a tour guide."

I chuckled at his tour-guiding skills.

But as I listened to his lively stories…

(Huh?)

I was suddenly overwhelmed by drowsiness.

Drake: "Mitsuki, what's wrong?"

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel sleepy. I think it's because I haven't slept much lately."

(Oh no, this isn't good. I'm getting sleepy.)

I tried to fight the drowsiness, but my eyelids stuck together like magnets, and eventually, I fell asleep.

???: "Who asked you to bring her here?"

(Huh? Who?)

A low, quiet voice reached my ears as my consciousness drifted.

???: "Don't make that face. I did it for your own good, you know?"

???: "Being patient doesn't suit you. It might be more interesting if you move quickly."

This time, I heard another, more cheerful voice.

Both voices sounded familiar, but they were different from the voices of anyone I knew from the mansion.

Mitsuki: "Mnn…"

I slowly opened my eyes and saw several books and a dome ceiling.

Feeling a bit disoriented by the unfamiliar sight, I...

Mitsuki: "Where am I!?"

I sat up abruptly from the sofa I was sleeping on, realizing I was in an unfamiliar place.

Drake: "Oh, you're awake, little fawn."

I turned my head and saw Drake, who had been with me on the boat, smiling.

But what surprised me even more was the unexpected presence of another person beside him.

Mitsuki: "Drake, and Professor Maury?"

(Why are they together?)

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Stories and hospital beds

Marko x reader

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If the room had been a little warmer, I could have almost claimed that I was comfortable. That was, of course, forgetting the fact that I could not move my leg (it was stuck in bandages) and that my ribs were hurting with every breath I took. If I'm completely honest with myself, I have a hard time remembering how exactly I ended up in the hospital.

Last night, Marko had taken me out on a date. We had dinner in a fancy restaurant - he'd even dressed up a little for the occasion, although I greatly regretted him not wearing either a crop top or his jacket. I loved that coat. We talked for hours, and afterwards, we went down to the boardwalk. He dragged me into the haunted house, chuckling whenever I got scared and held on to him tightly. We went on the rollercoaster, the ferris-wheel - obviously we kissed when we got stuck at the top. It had been a great night. Absolutely fantastic.

With a pained sigh, I realised what had happened. Markos' bike had been messed with. He had it parked outside the boardwalk as usual, but when we got on to go back to the cave, he mentioned that the bike felt different. That something was off. He even got off to check if he could find what was wrong, but he couldn't. Even so, he made me wear a helmet, just to be sure. Last night , I laughed at the idea - I trust him with my life, and I knew he would get me home safely.

But now, I am glad he forced me to wear that helmet. If I hadn't worn it, I am certain I would have been in a coffin right now. Once we took off, Marko decided to keep to the main roads, still not fully trusting his bike. We were lucky that he did because the second he hit 20 miles an hour, he lost control. The bike swerved, falling over. Marko, with his vampire speed, managed to get away with hardly a scratch. I, however, human that I am, got trapped under the bike. As the bike shoved over the ground for another couple of feet, I got dragged along. Both my legs were completely open, gravel sticking to the bloody skin. I could hardly breathe with the weight of the bike on top of me. Marko quickly lifted the bike up, pushing it aside. When he tried to help me up, I broke down in tears crying out in pain. It hurt so much, I couldn't move.

"Let me see, hon," he said, carefully laying me back on the ground. He gently lifted my shirt, hissing quietly as he saw the damage. "They're bruised," he said softly as he lowered my shirt. "Broken, perhaps. I need to call an ambulance. I'll be right back."

He pressed a soft kiss on my lips before rushing off to the phone cell, a block away. He returned quickly as promised, and he spent the whole night with me. Keeping me company, holding me when the doctors and nurses performed their examinations. By morning, however, he had no choice but to leave. As much as I didn't want him to go, I didn't want to find my mate burned to crisp.

During the day, I got a visit from my roommate, who brought along some books that had been on my tbr. Nurses came and went, and I spent most of the day in and out of consciousness, loving the moments of sleep since they brought along a moment of peace.

I was asleep, when Marko entered my room that evening. "Your friend needs their rest, so we gave them some sleeping medicine," one of the nurses told him. "But they might still benefit from you being here with them, you know. Knowing someone's there to take care of you is also very beneficial for the healing process."

Marko nodded, holding my hand as he watched me sleep. His eyes landed on my tbr pile. He hated reading, never really found a point to it - but he knew how much I loved it. And he knew how much I loved hearing his voice. So, he grabbed the very first book he could find, and he began to read.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

He read, further and further into the story. His voice was smooth and calming, and I slowly found myself waking up. The more he read, the more he got into the story. He began to give specific voices to the characters. Even without him telling me, I could hear when it was Bilbo or Gandalf speaking. As I woke up fully, I looked at him with a soft smile.

"Hey, how're you feeling?"

I grimaced slightly. "Tired, if you can believe it. And in pain."

"I'm so sorry this happened, babe."

"No, no, this is not on you - or me for that matter. Someone messed with your bike. I'm just glad you got me to wear that helmet."

"Me too," he was about to close the book, but refrained from doing so upon seeing my face. "You want me to continue?"

"As long as you don't mind?" I asked, moving a bit so he could lay down next to me on the bed. "It keeps my mind off of this -" I motioned to my body, "and I like how you tell the story."

"This is just a ploy so you can get me to read your favourite books."

"No, but if this is what it takes, then I don't mind," I teased, smiling as he continued to read to me.

[romanestuffsposts]

I rolled my ankle yesterday 😭 maybe their little girl gets hurt while playing in the garden?

Hi there love! 💜

Aww no sweetie i'm so sorry! I know it hurts those kind of injuries, I had a lots of thel when I was little because I was a troublemaker who did nothing but running everywhere.

It hurts so bad the first days but after you'll eventually feel the pain slowly fading away and you'll just feel sore for a few more days. It sucks so much, I know, but try to not but all your weight on your ankle, it'll only be more painful afterwards.

Keep your ankle elevated and put something cold on it like ices in a towel so it doesn't burn your skin. i'm guessing you went at the hospital or something ?

I hope you'll feel better soon, love! Be careful and take that opportunity to be pampered if you can ;)

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Warnings : cries, hurt little reader, comfort, caring daddies, hurt ankle, tickles to make little reader smile through her tears

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you were running after a butterfly in the garden and accidently step into a rock causing you to fall. But no worries! Daddies are here to kiss your ankle better

A/N : This fic is exactly what happened to me when I was little. My parents took care of me just like Daddies will take care of you in this fic 💜

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You're running as fast as you can. You never hold a butterfly and they never come toward you by themselves. You always see in movies that the butterfly come and rest himself on the nose or on the finger of someone but it never happened to you.

You really want to feel their little legs tickling your nose or their wings starting to move when they're about to fly away from your finger. It's probably such a good feeling.

When you were laying in the garden with your Papa reading a story and your Daddy putting suncream on your body, you suddenly saw a beautiful butterfly flying above you. You gasped and stood up on your feet before running away to try to grab the butterfly.

Since then, every time you're close enough, you lift your finger and bring it toward his little legs so he could rest on it but each time your movement are too fast and it scare it away.

You can see now that's it's the time, you're close enough and you slowly and calmly bring your finger up. You try to be quiet and calm, you even hold your breath to be sure to not throwing the butterfly away with your exhale.

But unfortunately for you, Your right foot steps on a hard and big rock who were on the ground and because your foot was in the wrong place, your foot slide inside your shoe to the side causing you to rolled your ankle.

You fall on the ground and whimper in pain. The sensation is throwing in all your leg, from your toes to the top of your thigh you can feel the pain wondering around. You whine and look up to where your Daddies are but you notice that they can't see you because you fell behind a bush so you're hidden from them

"Papaaa" You call, you try to not break but you can't help the tears to fall from your eyes. It start to hurt more and more as the second pass by and when you try to sit comforably on the ground as you wait, you whimper loudly as the pain intensify with just a small movement.

You hear footsteps and lift your head to see your Daddies coming toward you. At first they thought you wanted to play so they took their time to stand up but when they heard your whimper from when you moved, they rushed toward you.

"What happened, sweetness ?" your Papa asks as he comes kneeling beside you, at the level of your head and his fingers slide down your hair as your Daddy kneels at your legs's level

"fell while tying to touch the buttefy" you sob "hurt my foot" you whimper pointing at your ankle. Your Daddies turn their head toward your foot and your Daddy carefuly unties your legs who were between each others.

You cry out in pain and your Papa pulls you closer to his chest, whispering sweet nothings in your ear "you're okay baby. I know it hurt a lot but Daddy just has to take a look so we can know what our next move will be. Alright ?" he gently asks, his thumb stroking your temple

You whine and nod your head, sliding your thumb into your mouth. Your Papa noticed but decide to let you keeping it in your mouth for now. He can't go back inside to grab you your paci and he knows you need it so he won't ask you to remove your thumb "you're so strong, princess"

Your Daddy turns your foot to the side and you gasp out in pain and try to take your foot to yourself, more tears rolling down your cheeks "it's your ankle who's hurt, babygirl ?" your Daddy's calm but worried voice asks.

You nod and hid further in your Papa's chest. Maybe the more you hid into him the less you'll feel the pain ?

"we have to take of you shoe and socket before your foot swells" your Daddy says and starts to gently unlacing your shoe. He carefuly takes it in his hands and slides your foot out of the shoe. You cry as the pain intensify from all the movement your ankle has to take. You feel your Daddy letting go of your foot and gently resting it down on the ground.

You heard footsteps once again and then feel your Papa standing up. He carefuly lifts you in his arms in a bride style while your Daddy hold your foot still so it doesn't hurt you more. Once you're secure in your Papa's arms, your Daddy gently move his hands and they both start to walk toward the house.

Once inside, your Daddy walks toward the kitchen while your Papa lies you on the couch. He makes sure to elevated your foot above a pillow and rests it on the armrest. He then comes back toward your head and gently sits down, resting your head on his laps.

He slides his fingers from your forehead down to your hair and gently hummes a song to calm you "you'll be okay, princess. It'll hurt for a few days and then it'll feel sore but you're strong" he kisses your nose "you'll get through that like the little warrior that your are" he smiles down at you

You sniff and nod your head, if your Papa knows you'll be fine then you'll be fine. Your Daddies are always right.

Your Daddy comes back from the kitchen with a towel in his hands "it'll be cold baby but it'll help with the swells, okay ?" he asks and you nod. You take your Papa's hand in yours and hold it against your chest.

You hiss from the cold feeling but your Papa keeps sliding his fingers down your hair making it easier to forget the bad feelings.

"i'll have to move your foot now and you'll have to tell me if it hurts and where it hurts, okay ?" your Daddy asks and you nod. You could already feel the tears of pain treatening your eyes.

He sits down and slides his hand under your ankle and the other is holding your foot, his palm against your sole. You whimper when you feel that he's about to start his torture, you hold tighter your Papa's hand and he strokes his thumb against your hand

"does it hurt if i move it like that ?" he asks and moves your foot to the side. You flinch and cry out in pain "where does it hurt, baby ?" he asks after seeing your reaction.

"all my ankle" you sob and he nods. He turns a few more time your ankle and each time he asks you the same questions and each times your answers are the same.

He sighs and rests your foot back down on the armrest "it's not broken, if it was i couldn't have been able to move her ankle but it's still trampled"

Steve nods and kisses your forehead "see, it's not that bad" he reassures "you'll be quickly back on your feet"

You nod and broke into a fits of giggles when your Daddy's fingers wiggle against your sole "does it hurts if I do this ?" your Daddy teases with a grin on his face.

You squirm in your Papa's laps but you're able to not move your foot and you don't know how you do it.

"does it hurts or does it tickles ?" he keeps teasing by wiggling his finger on your toes "Mhh i bet it tickles. Look at those ticklish little toes"

Your Papa is laughing along with you at how cute you are. Your Daddy stops his torture and goes down to kiss your toes "let's rest now, baby. You'll feel better after" You curl your toes and nod, a left over of giggles and smiles on your lips.

Your Papa puts your favorite cartoons on the tv and slides his fingers around your face and your hair. Your Daddy sats on the couch in between your leg and the couch and he kisses your ankle better.

For the next fews days, your Daddies don't let you move a toes. They tell you to stay in bed and do everything for you. They carried you around the house, they tuck you in their bed at night. You even ate in front of the tv! What a dream

[bruciemilf]

I am FREE from the shackles of anon now heres my brainrot

A Krypton survives au where there's this exchange thing for Earth's most influential get shipped off to an island with Krypton's most influential for a few months. The appeal comes to Bruce, because it was either him or Luthor, and they're curious not desperate. Bruce sends two of his boys, Tim and Damian, because look. LOOK. He loves them. He doesn't love them less than any of his kids, of course. But by GOD do they need a reality check and some exposure

Immediately he sends them (Tim's excited and slightly angry, Damian's like nine and upset that his father apparently doesn't want him) he feels a crushing sense of guilt like oh my God my babies. I left my babies to fend for themselves- Damian must think I hate him, Tim'll never come home again, they must hate me-

The rest of the kids are like dad come on they're not babies, Damian'll get over himself. They can take care of themselves- it's not like they'll die, Dad, they're just being dramatic, they'll be fine.

It's excruciating because in the beginning, Damian gives clipped responses on the mandated calls and finds any excuse to shorten them, and Tim just doesn't show up. He sends written reports as a form of contact. Second month and afterwards is worse because Bruce is lucky if he even gets a TEXT MESSAGE per week. He's a literal mess and counting down the days until they're back, because they don't SEEM mad at him any more and seem like they're having fun but it's hard to tell when they barely talk to him

They come back home and Bruce is spilling out apologies like I'm so sorry I'll never send you guys away again I love you I'M SORRY. They're like "We're fine, calm down. Also we made some friends that are staying with us for a while :)"

Enter Kon-El and Jon-El (ik they logically won't exist if they hadn't been raised on Earth but IMAGINE) like, "hey! Your home is lovely and your kids are awesome and incredibly entertaining. Also here's our dad, his name is Kal and he's our adult chaperone! Have fun!"

It's love at first sight. Jason despises that this alien guy that can't control his powers fully yet and could hurt his dad is suddenly encroaching on their space and flirting with is dad. Dick's only mildly upset that he hadn't come along and found himself a Kryptonian buddy because they seem incredibly fun

Bruce's attention is split between Clark (hot, kind, clumsy alien guy that's ALSO a single father) and Tim (used to being abandoned so isn't really upset, but is definitely pulling away) and Damian (Very Vocally upset but wants to be a Big Kid because Jon's a few months older and a bit taller so he's trying to act like his world isn't falling apart)

I love that Clark is more or less a camp counsellor for troubled kids. Like yeah it really be like that *throws damian a hundred feet in the skies bc Damian asked him nicely*

WHEEZE imagine clark being like, Tim? Oh bruce he cried everyday! No yeah he wanted to call you every night and just kinda walked away from the phone last minute. Multiple times a day, sometimes. We had a betting pool.

[cookieswithay]

💀"No...no way"👿 Part 2

Still Miles Morales x fem reader

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⚠️Warnings: slight cursing. Action. Dark vibe. Graphic threats. Dipping into the 3rd movie and Color coded words (kinda to show which Miles is being described)⚠️

And just like last time...

⚠️Spoilers!⚠️

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• Despite coming at the...other one really hard, Miles's anger dissolved. This was even crazier. He really saw himself, but...he looked completely different. They shared every feature except for hair and suit...which is scarily familiar.

• "Baby,"

• His doppelganger said. His gaze was locked on the girl Miles realized he was squishing.

• "Come on over here."

• You nodded at your bf and looked up the anomaly. Kinda like "My man wants me so..." He let you go without any resistance. (His focus kinda fell off of you anyway🤷‍♀️)

• There was a eerie silence afterwards. The feeling of danger was there, but not enough to act...yet.

• "Listen closely, Hermano"

• ('THICK accent' Miles thought)

• "I'm really tempted to ram my claws through your chest,"

• "But we're in my girl's room."

• As he spoke, armor began to form.

• "So, I'm gonna be nice,"

• ...Miles knew who he was.

• "And give you a 5 second head start."

• The prowler.

• The claws. The purple color scheme. The terrifying digital eyes. It all resembled Uncle Aaron's suit. Suddenly, Images of his family flashed through his mind. He had to save his dad!

• In a matter of seconds, he had a plan. He shot a web at YOU and secured the sides. Of course, your Miles jumped to help you. But, that let him defenseless.

• Miles yanked himself forward bringing both feet into the other's chest. Promptly, crashing him through the door.

• "Sorry, Y/N!"

• He called, while running down the hall. Normally, he would NEVER use you in a plan. But, this was pretty serious. (Plus you were just against the wall, so you probably won't hate him) He yanked open the front door and slid down the stairs.

• This guy didn't just run from 1,000 spider peeps to get stopped here. That was until he got to the end of stairs. Another familiar face caught him. One that hurt.

• "Uncle Aaron...?"

• It was really him. Tall, chill, and bald. He even had the same fashion sense.

• "Miles?"

• It felt nice to hear his voice again. But he's been here too long to think it was actually his uncle.

• "What's with the suit?"

• The ex prowler asked. That made Miles feel a little self conscious. It was a cool look...right?

• "I thought you didn't like red-"

• A sudden sharp blow to the back cut off his hearing. Miles fell to his knees. Horrible dizziness was taking over. (Somehow) Looking through his legs, he saw black and purple jordans. Dang it...he...he let his guard down...

• "Do you think you killed him?"

• "No. If I wanted to kill him, I would've sliced his back open."

• "Ew, babe."

• "What? I would."

• This conversation awoke Miles from his darkness. He was tied to a chair and his back ached. He was caught. But he wasn't gonna let them know he was awake. From what he felt, they're 3 people in the room. You, this dimension's Miles , and... someone else. Anyway, he had to be careful. The prowler was strong and the unknown figure could be even worse. Slowly, he pressed his fingers against the ropes. Hopefully, the electricity would be silent.

• "What're we gonna do when he wakes up?"

• "I dunno. Maybe shake him down for answers?"

• "...Or I could kick his ass."

• (That kick did a number on his chest)

• "Maybe we should go with the answers. I wanna know where he came from."

• The ropes were beginning to snap! A little louder than he wanted, but a explosion was comi-

• Crackt!!!

• A steel (shoe) sole was smashed into his face. A pained grunt was only thing he could muster as it's force pushed his chair backwards. Blood oozed from his nose and lip. What the hell?

• "I told you he was awake."

• Great, the third person was his uncle. The shoe flew back, landing on his clone's socked foot. The mini prowler slowly approached him. (...Was he taller that him?) He stepped down on the middle of the chair.

• "Alrighty, hoss. Where'd you come from and when are you leaving?"

• The hero frowned, weighing his options. It was nice to see you, but he really didn't want to get any more acquainted with "Anti-Miles" over here. BUT, with his hands crunched behind him, he had to cooperate...well until he had a plan. He took a deep breath.

• "I don't know what universe...thing I came from, but I wanna leave as soon as possible."

• "It's important."

• Intrest entered Miles, but he chose to ignore it. He had no reason to listen to his shadow clone's life story. He already got his revenge so he just had to wrap this up-

• "What's the rush?"

• You asked, hopping on your boyfriend's back. Great, you're intrigued. Miles chewed the inside of his cheek. Normally, he'd tell you but...

• "Did you not hear her, bruh?"

• Irritation sat in the Anomaly's chest. This guy was seriously getting on his nerves. Oblivious (or ignoring) the tension, you continued to ask with your eyes. He couldn't say no to you.

• "My dad...could die."

• Saying it outloud made his chest tighten.

• "If I don't get to him in two days...a villain's..."

• He stopped and took a deep breath. He didn't wanna finish the sentence. You got the gist. (Plus, his eyes were welling up)

• "So that's why I gotta go imme-"

• The chair he was tied to suddenly flipped up and he was face to face with his double glaring at him.

• "Go where?"

• He said sourly.

• "This isn't your prissy, fluffy Brooklyn."

• "The place is hell at night, so you can't just go swinging around on a whim."

• He threw the chair the back, making the chocolate hero slam down hard.

• "Have a damn plan before you try to save someone's life."

• As irritating as that speech was, he had a point. He didn't know this dimension and darn sure didn't know how'd he leave. This was WAS a whim. But, it's not like he could sit here-!Suddenly, he felt a tap on his foot. He looked up.

• "Give me one second, hands-er, Miles."

• You whispered. You stood up and followed after your man. The next few minutes sounded...interesting. He heard talking at first, then it progressed into KISSING. Struggling. Uncle Aaron laughing and then a ticked off "fine." Did you just use the power of persuasion? and lips. Once again, he was yanked up, but this time by his suit. Dude looked extremely pissed off, but had to say something.

• "Let's..."

• The prowler heaved a angry sigh.

• "Let's go save your dad."

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Alright! I actually made a part 2! What'd you think about the escalation of ending scene? Pretty smart right? Just you wait till part 3! Stay cool, peeps!😎

[aita-blorbos]

Aita for trying to spread hope?

I (21M, had memories wiped so I thought I was 16) was trapped with my old classmates on an island resort, and we were told that if we wanted to get out, someone had to kill somebody else and get away with it. Since everyone had gotten their memories messed with, none of us knew each other, thus we couldn't truly place any trust in one another. So, when the panic died down, I began to form a plan.

See, all my life I've had this bad luck/good luck cycle. Something really bad happens, something really good happens immediately after (a more colorful example is when I got kidnapped by a serial killer in middle school, only to find a lottery ticket in the trash bag he stuffed me in and use the corners to cut my way out. That lottery ticket later won me 3 million). So, I decided to use this to my advantage. During a party that was planned to help us get to know each other, I would use a knife I hid under a table while the lights were out to kill someone. In the despair caused by the first death, they would be overcome by hope and find who did it and get off the island. Someone found out about this plan while I was preparing, but I convinced him to help me.

But that didn't happen. While the lights were out, I was prevented from getting the knife, and by the time the lights came on someone else had already committed a murder. After every murder there's supposed to be a trial after some investigation, so I tried to play it cool and deflect the blame from who I knew had done it (the guy who found out about my plan). However, I kind of... snapped? I got stressed enough that I ended up dropping my calm-and-collected mask and laughing extremely hard before telling them straight up that I was the one who set up the murder (they also seemed off-put by my declaration of how beautiful it was that they were coming together to combat despair. Though I'm not sure why? It's a compliment!). The rest of the trial I helped them get to the right conclusion, and the killer was executed by the guy trapping us here.

Afterwards, though, everyone suddenly hated me. They yelled at me before leaving the trial room, and after that the next day they were treating me like I was worthless. And I mean, I am, they're all so much better than me and I don't really deserve to be treated well, but it still hurt. (At some point they even tied me up and trapped me in a shack because I was "dangerous". I deserved it, but those ropes were tight.)

In general they just didn't like me. I tried to mend that sometimes by offering myself up as an easy target for any potential killers, though they always ended up killing someone else. Such a shame. They never really liked my ramblings about hope and despair either, even though they were all true.

During one particular murder, I completed a puzzle that was supposed to have an important prize, and learned something important– all of them had been involved in a giant tragedy that had dipped the outside world in complete despair. Since our memories had been tampered with, none of us remembered, but it was written clear as day in the file I was given. So, instead of groveling at their feet, I began to instead treat them like the murderous scum they are. Especially one particular student there; he didn't meet the criteria the rest of us had to even been in this supposed class. That file was also how I discovered that there was an impostor among us.

But they still didn't like me. In fact, they treated me worse. So I devised another plan: I set a bomb to go off while I was being captured again by my classmates, and told them there were more bombs hidden somewhere else. I rigged the "bomb" so that it could only be defused if the impostor scanned their ID on a scanner I hooked up. While they were running around terrified, I filled a fire grenade with poison gas, locked myself in a warehouse, set it so that a fire would start if someone opened the door, injured myself to make it look like I had been tortured, and waited. Eventually they got in and grabbed the fire grenades to put out the fire, someone threw the poison like I had planned, and I died. Then I woke up in a pod somewhere and realized the whole situation was a simulation that me and the others had been trapped in. I truly believe my plan to out the impostor and bring them true hope worked, though, because the last remaining students got out not long after.

Throughout this whole situation, everyone was either angry at me, tired of me, or scared of me, but I believe I was in the right. It worked, didn't it? But I figured I'd ask you. So, AITA?

[emphasis-on-the-oopsie]

(Laying on my stomach and kicking my feet like we're at a sleepover) bestie you GOTTA tell me about vampire ian au. Is ada also a vampire or is it just ian? I need to know for research

Unfortunately ada isnt a vampire for au reasons 😔 it would be really cool tho

Anyway au where ian turns into a vampire, and most of his life doesnt change

(Or at least he thinks so)

(Under a cut cause Long and also vague mentions of assault)

He can't go outside when it's sunny (doesnt really matter, he doesnt go outside anyway), doesnt need to sleep (an improvement, he barely does so anyway), and while he can eat human food it's not filling and not nutritious (also barely matters, he mostly eats junk food cause he doesn't have the time to cook for himself). He didnt even turn pale like in most vampire media (i just dont like this trope in general, also i dont want to make ian White)

All that really changes is that he has fangs, and he has to drink blood now

He ignores the fact that his heart stopped beating cause he's dead, and how anxious he gets whenever he has to go out at night to check on his mom, especially near dark alleyways cause what if someone attacks him again

He keeps the neck wound hidden. It's ugly and bruised cause he was struggling and trying to escape-

He ends up drinking blood from blood banks, which he knows is pretty shitty but it's more accessible and he doesnt want to make people go what he went through

He only drinks a little at a time, and eats human food to make him slightly less hungry (very slightly)

He also learns he can hear other people's heartbeats from far away, which is very cool and useful for his job, but also very bad cause he's hungry and he can't just go and feed on the patients

ada eventually notices that ian's being more withdrawn than usual so she goes down to the basement to check on him

ian was planning to isolate himself from people by working so ada going down to the basement was Not good.

Ada asks if he's okay. He can't answer cause he can hear her heart, beating loud and clear

He thinks about his own unbeating heart

Ada tries touching his shoulder, but he flinches and moves away from her.

she's really concerned at this point, and ian is...so, so, tired. he can't really keep this secret anymore, and he needs help

he tells her that something happened to him, but refuses to elaborate. he says that he'll explain later, when the hospital isnt so busy.

Ian brings her to the blood bank, and drinks nearly an entire bag in front of her

So ian confesses that he somehow turned into a vampire a few months ago. He's been trying to feed himself without hurting anyone, but it's getting really hard to do so.

Ada stands there for a moment and goes 'okay i can give you some of my blood then'

Ian is shocked at how easily she believes him, and is torn between admiring and being concerned at how easily she offers to do this

(Ian: you believe me? Just like that???

Ada: you drank blood in front of me ian. Humans don't do that. With everything that goes around the hospital i stopped being surprised)

After a talk, ian agrees. But only if ada takes care of herself afterwards. He feels very guilty of making ada give up a literal part of herseld when she does so much for the hospital

(They use needles to do this because ian is not sure if biting her neck would turn her into a vampire or not. Also it feels Wildly uncomfortable)

Ian becomes....a bit overprotective over ada's health after that. He insists on buying food for her ("I don't need to eat human food anymore. Besides, you're giving me something to eat, let me return the favor), making sure that she gets a nap every once in a while ("I don't need sleep, and clearly you do"), and making sure she is as fine as she could be while they're short staffed

Ada tries taking care of herself more, but because she needs to be healthy to work and to be able to give ian blood. Ian doesnt like that she refuses to care for herself For herself but. Baby steps

Ian wants to cover her shift sometimes, but ada refuses. Ian isn't really good with the patients, and ada's scared that if edega sees her work less in the hospital he'll fire her. Ian doesn't like it, but agrees to her reasoning

(A part of him wonders if his overprotectiveness is part of being a vampire. He doesnt want to get possessive of her, but he's just so concerned about her)

(Ada sees the way he flinches when she moves too fast near him. She sees the way he tries to touch part of his neck but his hand freezes before doing so)

[music-for-them-asses]

I'm going to recount my night last night! Under a read more because it's a tad long :)

I've been to the venue several times, and it's a nice space. I shelled out $15 for a cocktail (which was good, but Jesus, this is why I don't drink often!!) The first band was two guys-- one on drums and one playing guitar and singing. They were good, just played a few songs. The next band was a Cyndi Lauper tribute band. The lead singer was fantastic!! She had a great voice and could hit all of those high notes! She also looked just like Cyndi, it was fun! They're called We Bop, and you should look them up if you like Cyndi Lauper :)

The next band was a Texan INXS tribute band called INTXS. I recognized a lot of songs from my time in retail hell lolol. The band itself was really good! Only knew a few songs, but the whole set was great. I also learned INXS is from Australia lmfao.

Next was what I was there for--STRANGELOVE!! They were incredible!! Not only were they just really talented, but they had so much fun on stage! Dave was INSANE, I wish I had caught a video of him spinning because OMG!

They played: A Question of Time, World In My Eyes, New Life, Master and Servant, People Are People, Get the Balance Right, Just Can't Get Enough, Stripped, A Question of Lust, Strangelove, It's No Good, Behind The Wheel, NLMDA, Enjoy the Silence, Personal Jesus, and their encore was BUT NOT TONIGHT!!! I love that they played their old stuff. The synth is so fun to dance to live!!

Yes, Dave was a slut. I approve lmfao

I wish they were closer together. It was hard to get a photo of Alan! But he's on the very right:

My feet hurt by the end, but my back surprisingly didn't! Thank you, Doctors Scholl and Marten! I only talked sparingly to other folks. But I still had a great time! Got a t-shirt and took a photo with the bands afterward!

I really did kiss Dave, hehehe. I posed like this and he leaned over and I smooched him. Totally out of character for me, but I was ENTRANCED. Maybe I need to meet a Dave impersonator irl LOL.

Anyway!! Tribute bands are a lot of fun. I highly recommend supporting local acts in your area! You're supporting local and traveling musicians while enjoying good music. It's a win win!

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Hello Emptyhalf! Do you have a name? Or should we just call you Emptyhalf? I have a request which is Max going back to racing and Lando supporting him, please

i do it is cassian. me 🤝 lando accidental star wars naming. (it means hollow)

this is nearly angst, by my standards

It's not that he doesn't want anyone to know. He is going to tell people - he's gonna do a stream or something, afterwards. Look at the highlights, talk about what it was like to go back. If it, y'know, goes well.

Max is trying very hard not to curse things by thinking about what he'll do if it doesn't. The urge not to stream would be very strong but maybe. That shouldn't be how it is this time. He wants to think if he's dogshit and a second off he'll do something fun and talk about how getting back in the wagon was a challenge and maybe get Ria or someone to join him on stream so he's not just chatting by himself and it'd be alright.

If it goes wrong, he can laugh it off. He can go back to what he was doing or even try again and maybe it'll go right or maybe that'll be the message he needs that-

His mind shuts like a shark's jaws on the words could be the end of him racing. It's not even thinkable.

And ok, yes, he didn't tell Lando but Lando's busy and Max sorted this out for himself. Well, Veloce helped him, obviously but he didn't get it via Lando, it's not about anything to do with that. And it's just touring cars, might only be one weekend if he can't get it together so no one really needs to know anything about it.

He could renew his race license on his own, except it turns out Callum sorted that for him. And then there's a little - it's not a Veloce team but on the day, there's a bunch of them there.

They're all ex-drivers. He doesn't like to think about whether they find him relatable or enviable, still in that maybe zone.

He's not used to the car, hasn't had any testing time. Tries to keep out the way, most of all, in practice; if F3 had seemed like the wild west at times, with thirty idiots screaming round Spa then twenty tin tops round Oulton, at barely two thirds of the track length, is Arkham Asylum or something.

The little Honda hums under his fingers and feet, though. He can smell tyre smoke as he hangs onto it round a corner, feel the drop in his stomach on the straights and if it's nowhere near single seaters then that doesn't matter, it's still racing.

He's not 100% sure what he's doing, in race one. Down to where he's even trying to go to or from, relieved to still be in a support paddock before the main BTCC boys and girls go out but it's still all unfamiliar. Watching the GB4 race feels odd, wondering how many of them will make it much further up the ladder.

The race suit he's got on is pretty much sponsor-free. There's a Veloce management logo, the team and his name. Plain grey, without time to do anything else but it's also reassuringly anonymous. If anyone's noticed an M. Fewtrell on the timing boards they haven't blown his Twitter or Instagram up about it.

He's in the points at the end of the first race. Which isn't - something curls, somewhere in his guts. Some old, hurt thing that wants to say something like oh now it all comes together or something stupid like that because obviously not. This is different, he's different.

This is where he's at. Not what he's good enough for. That's not how this works.

On the Sunday it's sunny, he feels good, chatting with his mechanics. They're relieved he hasn't binned the car, half the rest of the field up late at night stitching bodywork back together with cable ties and trying to force bent axles back into a line. He's, honestly, also relieved, just hopes he can keep it up.

There's a part of him that feels like he's still a racing driver, that might have been missing since before 2020.

The second race plays out all weird. There's tyre management, then there isn't and there's a safety car and his radio breaks, so he's so focussed on trying not to miss a yellow flag or throw it into the gravel he doesn't really clock where he's finished until he crosses the flag and realises it's third.

It. He's not embarrassed but this does mean people are going to have to see him. And logically, most of them won't know who he is so that's ok and anyway, he's got a podium so hell yes, they should see him but it's still. The old thing in his guts squirms like it's going to make him throw up.

Parc Ferme is different when you've got to get the cars back to - wherever and then take them all to. Max has literally no fucking idea what he's doing. Just accepts the hug from Big Rob, the mechanic who's the first to grab him out the car.

There's some gruff, Northern congratulations in his ear and he gets picked straight off his feet before Rob plonks him back down slightly too hard and says "'Ere, yeh've got a visiter," gesturing with his thumb.

Max peers round, assuming it's Callum - maybe trying to get a photo or something, Veloce like celebrating when anyone does something good even if it's disturbing to think about himself in the same breath as Jev.

It's not Callum. Callum would not wear thermals, a hoodie and a gigantic coat, it's fucking April for god's sake.

He's frozen. If the idea of being seen on the podium was kind of embarrassing then this is just straight up getting caught.

Lando hugs him anyway, hood up so probably no one can tell it's him. Hisses "Congratulations, bitch" before Max is whisked away to the podium.

In the car home Lando strokes his champagne-dank hair, both of them in the backseat while Theo's yelling at them not to start making out. (Max had wondered who Lando'd got to drive him for as long as it took him to get back to his garage)

Max can't look Lando in the face, even with his arm around him. It feels a bit like he's going to start crying if he tries to explain it, which would be even more cringe than it all already was.

Instead Lando smushes his somehow-cold nose onto Max's neck, limpets onto him and says "So I've been working on some more Quadrant helmet designs for you," tongue darting out of his mouth to lick the skin over Max's throat.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

LWA: I like your alternate reading of the damsel-in-distress scenes, in that Aziraphale's explanation becomes both post hoc and an attempt to lie to himself about how he feels about this dynamic persisting into the present. That would parallel Crowley's repeated attempts to invent a consistent friendship/partnership with Aziraphale that the script shows us is only of recent vintage. Both characters are unreliable narrators.

1967:

Two things interested me about the 1862/1967 scenes when I first watched the series. First, they're out of line with all of Crowley's other requests for Aziraphale to step out of Heavenly form, and that includes the straight-up child murder. Crowley can convince Aziraphale to go along with the Arrangement, anti-Armageddon, and even the child murder because they all involve benefits for both of them and/or the "greater good." The Holy Water is /only/ for Crowley. Here's the point for Crowley in the argument: Aziraphale won't do a (really big) favor just for Crowley. (Back to the new 1941 scene: Aziraphale's sleight of hand saves Crowley, as a riposte to 1862.) However, the flip side of 1862 is that Crowley, who by this point in the script knows that it took several centuries for Aziraphale to agree to the Arrangement, just drops the request on him out of nowhere. This was destined to not go well, even though the matter is urgent. More importantly, Aziraphale sets a hard boundary in this scene: he won't give Crowley a suicide pill. No, it's not self-evident that Crowley wants a suicide pill instead of a defensive weapon (the new 1827 scene explains why Aziraphale's mind went there, however), but Crowley just doesn't get around to stipulating why he's asking for his anti-demon nuke.

(I will take a quick break from my chain of thought to note that Gaiman's abandoned plans for a "Wild West" scene would have blown up our understanding of their nineteenth-century chronology. If it was before 1862, then Crowley wasn't in Hell for thirty-five years; if it was afterwards, then they would have seen each other prior to 1941, even if on hostile terms. The TV fandom keeps forgetting that according to Gaiman, TV!Crowley is awake for the nineteenth century.)

The script is clear that the 1967 scene parallels the 1941 church rescue (Crowley's/Aziraphale's "what are you doing here?!", the gift of an important object as a token of love). However, the script is also clear that the conversation has not progressed beyond 1862. Aziraphale repeats his earlier points and says explicitly that his mind has not changed. The boundary has not moved. Instead, Aziraphale faces two options: he can let Crowley risk death for something that he still thinks is a suicide pill, or he can just give him the suicide pill. So he plumps for the least unacceptable option, which is door #2. But he has still violated the boundary he has set for himself, and spends the rest of the scene visibly near tears about it.

A lot of fanon assumes that Crowley's "anywhere you want to go" is lovely and romantic and all, and that Aziraphale's "you go too fast for me" is a sign of a character flaw. Resisting the demon's love, once again! At the risk of treading on sensitive fanon feet, the parallel to this scene is the end of S2, in which Aziraphale's half of the proposal crosses Crowley's hard boundary about Heaven. In S1ep3, Aziraphale's dialogue shows that his hand has been forced; Crowley's "anywhere you want to go" is not a reciprocal action because it doesn't respond to what Aziraphale either says or visibly manifests over the course of this scene. The outcome of this mini-arc is that Aziraphale hurts himself to help Crowley, but does not get any assurance in return that Crowley will not make him do that again. I'm not sure that we need something more from the 1941 scene to explain why Aziraphale yeets himself out of the car as he does. (That being said? If we are idly predicting what might happen in 1941 that causes Aziraphale to be upset in 1967, it's most likely to be yet another request for Holy Water at exactly the wrong time.)

thank you!!!✨

re: wild west, i did think this when i saw his ask response - and the same for the 60s scene that neil mentioned - that they would potentially alter the narrative as we've received it so far, so for the moment im glad they weren't actualised, even if they would be fantastic on their own merit.

as an unrelated aside, because i haven't fangirled about this yet; the papal mention really piqued my interest - it was vague ("15th century") but even the implications of that time period... the build of the sistine chapel (and michelangelo)? the borgias and medicis? or even reference to constantinople? that would have been so cool!!!

anyway -

i see your point about the holy water request being of a different kind to any other request that crowley has made of aziraphale, either directly or indirectly, and that's true.

it is entirely for crowley's own benefit, as opposed to the wider benefit of humanity/'greater good'. i would slightly also argue that 1941 was also for their joint benefit, insomuch that whilst aziraphale is cognizant that hell is directly threatening crowley, he - aziraphale - would lose crowley, and only just having realised at least to some degree that he feels something More for, loves, him. would this - aziraphale saving crowley in 1941 - therefore by definition be selfish as well as selfless, compared to 1862 where arguably it is only for crowley's benefit? debatable but admittedly very tenuous.

in any case, id have to agree with your second reading of 1862; whilst crowley no doubt sees this as the only time that he's actively reaching out to aziraphale for help, and has been refused despite that it must be desperate because he is asking, not only is it dropped out of nowhere on crowley's part, but also the context is key from aziraphale's perspective, and that is what is being withheld.

aziraphale is hypothetically not under, at this point, any notion that crowley might be in danger, he's presumably been out of contact with aziraphale since 1827 (if we accept that pre-1862 wild west is technically not canon...? if it's not in the story?), and crowley presumably has just dropped a cursory letter or telegraph to tell aziraphale to meet at st james with no explanation whatsoever. i think given that, aziraphale's demeanour is understandable, and hardly poses as a good set up for such a request.

and it's a huge request! as you indicated LWA, aziraphale is slow to change himself, and slow to take in changes to the status quo; whether that's the idea that what is Good is not always Right, or whether that's 'lending a hand when needed' in the Arrangement because it means he's consorting with a demon etc., to drop something monumental on him, something that could ensure crowley's destruction, is not a light thing to aziraphale. i could imagine in some way it almost feels like a betrayal of the friendship and trust that they've slowly been building up.

ive taken a look at the scene again, and crowley's first line to aziraphale is, "ive been thinking. what if it all goes wrong? we have a lot in common, you and i." so, first of all, no preamble. straight away, he's loosely suggesting there's an Issue without so much as a by-your-leave. but the reference to having something 'in common' is stumping me; what does this line serve? is crowley saying that they both are being watched by their head offices, like aziraphale in 1793 and crowley in 1827/this scene? is he saying that he and aziraphale are both in the grey, and that puts a target on their respective backs? is he saying that they have started this friendship, and by that a reliability on each other, that crowley is hoping will play a part in aziraphale acquiescing to his request?

regardless of that (which, LWA, would be grand to have your interpretation at some point because idk if im just reading too much into it, but similarly also feeling like im Missing Something that could be key contextually for crowley), absolutely the mere suggestion of a suicide pill is a hard no for aziraphale. and crowley is deliberately vague with using 'insurance' because, to my mind, he sees it as being either/or. if demons come looking for him, he'll try to take them out. if that doesn't work, he'll remove himself from the equation entirely. and that's a horrendous prospect, but completely empathetic, but we only surmise why it's empathetic by way of our hypothetical conclusion drawn from his yeeting in 1827.

aziraphale however is demonstrably a little slow on the uptake and has clearly got some pretty big self-esteem issues. it's understandable (albeit frustrating) that he'd immediately interpret crowley's disappearance as being a reflection on him himself, rather than something potentially involuntary on crowley's part. it's only in 1941 that aziraphale understands why the request was made and - yes, 105 years after st james - in 1967 he finally reconciles that to give crowley the holy water instead of him risking death to get it (which in itself must lend some indication of how dire the need was and is after both 1827 and 1941) is the safer option. caught between the devil etc etc.

in terms of the boundary not having moved by 1967, absolutely. and this is where i imagine what will be a follow up to the s2 1941 minisode will be key in s3, because the departure from the softness at the bookshop is so vastly different to 1967.

there must be (speculation alert), not only a further conversation about the holy water - given that it's not discussed at all in the s2 minisode - but i think this will directly correlate with 'you go too fast for me'. that crowley perhaps - now feeling secure in that they can fend off hell - pushes the boundary of their friendship/arrangement/relationship, and tells aziraphale what happened after 1827 (bearing in mind that im basing this entirely off of a theory at this point). tells aziraphale that is why he needed the holy water, pushes again for it, and aziraphale still refuses. and given what they've just gone through at the theatre, crowley is expecting aziraphale to just change his mind and follow what crowley has asked for, not taking into account that this is a bit too soon for aziraphale.

maybe also a romantic move is made, maybe not, but aziraphale having only just realised what he feels for him can't quite bring himself to give crowley what he's asked for, not yet, and perhaps in multiple senses. personally, i think it has to be something deeper than just a move being made (although this would offer an interesting parallel to the ep6 kiss), but in any case the fact that aziraphale responds with such veiled conviction that for now this is all he can take shows to me a huge leap in his development.

even if he has given crowley the holy water, he is probably quietly angry that crowley has pushed the issue (in trying to get the water by any means necessary, directly undermining and neglecting how aziraphale would feel to lose crowley even by accident), and feels potentially even somewhat betrayed that crowley would use him and his feelings for him like that - even if at this point crowley only interprets those feelings as purely platonic. it doesn't surprise me that this is the last scene we see of them together pre-2019, and i kind of hope it remains that way (although i pray nightly to every god above that we at least see crowley in 1984/5 but that's immaterial).

last couple of things; "anywhere you want to go" always struck me as crowley trying to brush everything under the carpet, same way he kind of intended in 1941 with "lift home?". yes, on the surface, it's an innocuous, kind gesture - but going by character-reading feels like it's a, 'cool that's over and we're good now, let's get on'. it's crowley reverting back to his Acts of Service standby like that will solve everything. it worked in 1941, possibly because of the setting and aziraphale being distracted by his epiphany, but it worked; crowley was invited back into aziraphale's world, and the status quo was re-established.

but in 1967 he attempted this twice: "can i... drop you anywhere?" comes first, which aziraphale rejects, but remains in the car and intimates that they're not over (however you want to interpret 'over') but one day proposing a picnic or the Ritz, but first he needs time. crowley steamrolls this, pushes again - "anywhere you want to go" - and this seems to finally push aziraphale away, and he physically removes himself from the car (which now feels like an very interesting mirror to the s2 ending).

and ooft, your remark on this hurting aziraphale but crowley not seeming to notice and makes no overture to ensure this is a one-off incident? well. his calling him 'stupid' in s1 being mirrored by 'idiot" in s2, his borderline-gaslighting apology in s1 being mirrored by the dance in s2 (even if aziraphale seems to accept it), his distrust that aziraphale could find a solution to armageddon in s1 being mirrored by his dismissal in ep5 re: demon incursion in s2... certainly seems to be a bit of a habit.

[apompkwrites]

Hobbies I think the Black Sheep would have that don't seem to fit them but they do it anyway.

Lil Rose: Drums. I don't know why but I feel like it would fit them, all that repressed anger and built-up emotions could just be released freely without anyone batting an eye and it sounds good too. Probably got introduced to it by Kalim who invited them to try it and then they got hooked.

Also taking care of Lily is a big focus for them and so outside of drumming their main hobby is just being there for Lily and studying

Lil Lion: I've said this before but reading. The escapism is a hard reason here, I feel like this is the one thing that the Elders wouldn't have a problem with and it allows them to escape the reality that they're in.

Lil Octo: I've had some issues figuring out what they might do as a hobby but I ended up with writing, it's nothing serious they don't plan to post or publish it anywhere but they love the process of creating a world where people aren't so cruel as they are in real life. It's partially escapism on their part but they love doing it and they probably won't stop.

I can also imagine them becoming fond of cooking/baking, their mother owned a restaurant and so they probably had to learn how to cook to help out and ended up loving it. While they don't necessarily eat it themselves they like to watch people enjoy their food. I also imagine them wanting their brother to enjoy their cooking but being acutely aware of his own body issues and fears that he'll hate it or refuse it or maybe even get mad at them for offering it (they know he probably wouldn't do that however they can't help but worry).

Lil Scarab: they have many hobbies however the one that stands out for them the most is games, whether they be video games or board games. For their whole life, they've been 1 in 32 other children with no one paying any attention to them or defining them by their name, when they go online they are no longer (Name) Al-Asim, 1 of many children, but (Username) someone completely different that people like and have respect for outside of their family ties, and despite them being a jack of all trades being good at all but never mastering any one talent, games seem to be an exception. They aren't as chronically online as Idia but a good chunk of their time is online and they can easily master a game and complete it in record time if they set their mind to it.

In addition to that I love the thought that Little Scarab joining Board Game Club with Azul and Idia, however, the Black Sheep have other nicknames other than "Little *Nickname*" albeit they are more joking and they're used while they're just joking around and not really in any other situation. That being said, Imagine Asim going to visit Lil Ashengrotto for help with a group project and then afterward Ashengrotto walking Asim out only for Asim to turn around blow a kiss and say "Thanks for the help!" only for Ashengrotto to reply with "Of course baby girl, anytime!" and Azul just so happened to see the exchange (this isn't the first time this had happened), so one day in a club meeting just:

*playing a board game in a club meeting* Azul: "Asim, why does my little sibling call you 'Baby girl?'" Lil Scarab: "AHA HOW ABOUT WE STOP TALKING HAHA"

Lil Shoenheit: Aerial silks(and/or Ballet). Idk It just seems so them, so high in the air and seemingly so free only for them to be gripping the silks for dear life lest they fall and hurt not only themselves but also their image or the graceful dancing only for their feet to be in extreme pain and feeling as though they want to collapse but keep going in fear of the disappointment that they would be faced with if they did. If they did take these up I feel like they would notice the irony in this and find some amusement in it.

Lil Flame: Piano. I don't what it is but I look at them and think "yeah they look like the kid that would know piano" they don't play it often but it allows them to express themselves openly like if something gets to them or they're just not having a good day the chances are that once they get home they are b-lining to the piano there is no stopping them.

I got this idea from watching Corpse Bride with my friend I checked out halfway through because I was hungry but I did see the scene where Emily and Victor do a duet after something happened and it felt like they were both expressing how they felt to the other person via the piano with Emily's lower notes expressing her sadness while Victors higher notes expressing his eagerness to talk. That being said that totally caused a massive brain rot about the fact that I feel like if Lil Flame ever got into a relationship with someone I feel like that's how they would end tiny fights. Like they both were in the wrong and overreacted and after the fight, Lil Flame seemed to be overthinking it and just sat down at their piano and started playing, and then their S/O just coming up and joining them in a small duet sort of telling them that they want to talk it out in a calmer then they did before and make up with them and that just. FJDGSHFKSHDGFKH. Idk it makes my tiny little angst-filled heart melt.

[for reference]

Lil Dragon: I can imagine them getting into scrapbooking, it's for memory preserving much like Vanrouges is but a little closer than that, I can imagine them going to Yuu to get a copy of the pictures that they took of their friends so that way they can preserve it in a book and they do in fact show it proudly to the rest of the black sheep and sometimes even does it with them I can imagine them having little notes about what they were doing the day the picture was taken.

I can imagine one of the books they did getting ruined and they might have cried like they were close to wailing but it was okay because they remade it with the rest of the black sheep.

Lil Bat: ok I mainly did this for Vanrouge and Lil Rose because out of all of them those two are my favorites so far. I imagine them picking up painting like they visit so many places (this was before the camera was invented in twisted wonderland). They have no way of preserving the memories and so they picked up painting to allow them to hold onto them. They probably started as a child and then lost interest before picking it up again as an adult. They don't sell anything it's purely for their eyes only (maybe their families and the servants that clean their room can admire them no touching though). Even after the camera is invented they still paint as it feels more intimate and they enjoy the process of it all I can also see them getting into photography but still paints mainly.

I will do more of these however it is currently late at night and I am tired so that will have to wait I'm sorry that this is so long

-the random roach in your inbox aka ARandomeRoacher

aaaaaa okay okay okay so! i have inspiration part 129342 anyway

i love how some of the hobbies are so obscure compared to the lil sheep?? like lil rosehearts playing the drums???? just imagine lil baby rosehearts going at it on the drums.

i also like the idea of lil asim being into games? escapism :D and then bonding with azul and idia because of board game club :OO

i do have an idea for shroud!(name) but i guess it would be less of a hobby? idk just wanted to say that they'll have their own specialty if that makes sense? like idia is really really good with tech to make a body for ortho and (name) will have... something :)

but as for them playing the piano, i know the scene you're talking about! i love love corpse bride and just thinking about them playing emily's part because they're so used to just being quiet because of how their parents treated them is mwah.

and scrapbooking!!! for lil draconia!!!! yes yes yes because they can immortalize memories when the people in them pass away :OOO

also also vanrouge just painting on their travels!!! oogh a bit of a n idea but imagine they send the painting back home, either to show their brother where they are (if they're on good terms) or to give hints on where to find them (if we're doing the disappeared sibling hc)

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey girly! How was the shows?

I was thinking about what a normal day would look like or night or weekend. Whatever you think would be best ❤️ I haven’t had a lot of structure lately do to a hectic schedule. I really need some papa and daddy routine to help 🥺🥺💕💕💕

Hi there love!

My shows were really perfect! I’m already so excited for the ones next year!! Thank you so much for asking sweets ❤️

Of course I’ll help you, honey! I’m so glad I’m able to do it!

I Hope it gets better now, I’m sorry you had to wait this long for seeing your request written. I hope you understand <3

Enjoy <33

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Your Daddies always come waking you up together. If they're both home, they go upstairs to your bedroom to gently waking you with gentle movement and sweet words. They found it important to be both there when you open your beautiful eyes

then it's breakfast time. Your Papa either is the only one to cook while your Daddy changes when it's needed or you help him. They usually cook what you asked for breakfast but sometimes they cook when they want to eat.

After that, your Papa goes with you upstairs to change you into your clothes instead of your pyjama, even if your pyjama is the comfier in the whole world. During that time, your Daddy cleans the dishes and the table where you had breakfast.

During the morning, you usually play in your playroom, you draw for your Daddies, you play with your dolls and you create a whole universe in your mind that you love so much. It's a perfect way to start a day.

Your Daddies come to get you when lunch is ready and if the sun is showing and it's not too cold outside, you eat your lunch in the garden, under the warm sun and the beautiful trees leaf. You always help them cleaning afterward.

For the afternoon, sometimes you go in the store to run errands with your Daddies when it's needed or you spend the afternoon on their laps while they work in the office or you went back to playing. Every afternoon is different but you love every each of them.

In the late afternoon, it's your nap time so your Daddies went to you when you weren't with them and you follow them aound the house until you're in the bed. They read you stories and caress your skin to make you feel sleepy. They always stay with when it's nap time so it helps you staying in bed. In hours like that, you want to be close to them because tiredness is making its way to you and you want to be in their arms so if they're not there at nap time, you get up and search for them.

After an hour or so of napping, your Daddies wake you up in the sweetest way which is also your favorite way to woken up. You all go downstairs and while you take your time to wake up with your Daddy on the couch, your Papa is making dinner. They hate when you eat too lately because after your tummy hurts or you digest less well. Your Daddy runs his hands around your body to make you feel safe.

After dinner time, it's your Papa who cleans the table and the dishes while your Daddy tucks you upstairs for a good bath. He helps you undressing and always make sure to add the soaps you want in the water. He massages each muscles and each skin of your body while all you do it laying in the bathtub and enjoying. He can be really playful at some times, for example, while he's wahsing your belly, he would innocently and by mistake slide his finger in your belly button to wash it or he would purposely runs his fingers not so hard on your soles to tickle you or taking his sweet time washing each one of your toes.

Before putting you in your pyjama, he would lie you in the bed and putting your cream on your body which help you relaxing even more under his hands. He then helps you getting dress and carries you down the stairs. It be such a shame to dirty those little feet now that they're clean.

For the evening, it's always cuddle time. Your Papa is already on the couch when you come downstairs and is already searching for something to watch, something you like to watch of course. Your Daddy would sit beside your Papa on the couch and laying you across their legs. Sometimes your feet are on your Papa's laps and other time it's on your Daddy's. But in all cases, your feet, legs, arms, belly and hair are caressed sweetly by their big hands.

If you didn't fell asleep on their laps during the evening, they would ask you where you want to sleep, in your bed or in theirs. They would carry you to the bed you chose and pick up a story you love. They tuck you in bed, give you your paci and a bottle if you asked for one and of course they give your Bucksie. While your Papa is focusing on the words he read, your Daddy strokes your belly or hair to make you more sleepy. They keep doing that until you fall asleep and then get ready to fall asleep with you

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The Warm One Part 4: Silk

Part 3: Discipline

CW/relevant tropes: living weapon, lady whump, magic whump, traumatic restraints, implied past injury, off-screen whumper, off-screen emesis, servant caretaker, other species caretaker (Orc), pedestrian nudity.

When someone knocks on the door of the front room, it's almost eleven. Aldo the Orc sets down the fireplace poker, yawning, and hauls himself to his feet, silently cursing his crackling left knee.

On the big landing outside, the weapon is climbing out of a small covered litter. Beads jingle as they hang from its elaborate covering. Blood still smears the corner of the weapon's mouth as she grabs for the wall. The litter bearers, Human men, walk quickly away as soon as physically possible, leaving the Wrath of the King standing there in her stiff and beautiful red robes as a swarm of chambermaids converge from elsewhere in the hall.

They will help when she really can't walk. They're not bad women. They're just afraid. By the time Aldo has made it to the door between rooms, the two bigger Human maids have her under each arm, half-carrying her as they try not to risk tearing her ceremonial garb. She is aware of him as a hulking shadow in the corner of her blurred vision first. Every part of her hurts. Her shift where it rubs her skin is agony now. But the chambermaids are in process of getting it all off, and now a big pair of warm hands are holding her up as they do it. It's almost worth the pain for that.

She whimpers as the shift comes off over her head, leaving tiny beads of coagulated blood in the deepest hollows of the branched scar that covers the front of her torso. There's blood crusted inside her nose, too. It flakes off as they remove her paints. She bites her own tongue trying not to make noise at the sensation of the caustic soap. She doesn't even try not to sob when they're washing her body with rough sponges. Her attempts to writhe away from their hands are ineffectual.

"He did this," rumbles Aldo's voice near her ear.

"Only what you heard. I can take the pain," she says, panting. "It's just - worse afterward. For a while." She is still while she answers, distracted, and the maids hurriedly push her arms into a worn gray robe and leave Aldo to tie it as they flee. The weapon grabs at his hands. "No. It hurts."

"It's cold," Aldo says. "What if I bring the sheet?"

"To the fire," the weapon says. The world becomes a blur of disorienting movement, and now she is on the edge of the chair by the fire, and Aldo is arranging the robe open so it doesn't touch her scars. She sits there shivering, gooseflesh forming on her body, but fabric is pain and on the scars it's worse. At least the hated golden bracelets are smooth. She can forgive what they've done. They're only dumb objects, like a sword or a broom. No, she knows who is to blame.

"Why defy him?" Aldo asks, as he sinks to one knee beside the chair. She has shrugged the robe all the way off. She lets him put the silk sheet around her, wincing at the sensation - it's not as bad, but it's not good. He wraps it loosely, so that it doesn't directly touch the scars. Now she looks like a horrible caterpillar, she thinks to herself.

"I hate the Ceremony," she said. "I hate all of this. The only reason I still live is that every year I survive, another crop of children gets too old to be the next Wrath of the King." She glances up at his curious grunt. She can focus on the yellow froglike eyes if she tries hard.

"You don't know? No, most people don't know," she said. "When it's time to make a new weapon, they find a child. They're yearling or younger, someone nobody wants. Then they take that child into the temple and the Master of Sorceries performs a ritual. What comes out is no longer Human."

"You seem Human to me," the Orc says.

“Shhh. Blasphemy,” she says, raising a trembling finger to press against his lips. “I am Wrath. I am Sin. When I kill for them, I absolve them of my making. That is doctrine. You’ll see in the spring campaign. We’re going to Alnaeth – “ she trails off into a slushy noise as the world tilts. She flinches when he catches her, his shoulder against her shoulder.

“Sorry,” says Aldo. “Sorry. I know it hurts. Shall we delay your hair until tomorrow, Milady?”

“Yes,” she slurs. The Master will give her the day after a Ceremony. Sometimes two.

“You want to stay here, or go to bed?” he asks. The weapon blinks slowly, trying to understand a world where that question both exists and makes sense. After a moment Aldo asks, more gently, “What did you do before I was here?”

“I slept on the closet floor,” she says. “By next day I’d be able to crawl to the bed.”

“Do you prefer it?” he asks.

“No. It hurts. More than this. I will try the bed, please.”

“It’ll hurt when I pick you up.”

“I know. Do it.” She bites her tongue again as he carries her, pressure all around, her skin screaming; but the mattress is softer than the chair. It’s not comfort, but it’s better. She claws her way up the pillow, tears leaking against her will.

“I have some tea,” Aldo says.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes, please.”

It’s barely warm, but it tastes leafy and floral, gently washing away the taste of blood. He holds the handle of a paper-thin porcelain cup between two fingers of a hand it wasn’t made for, making sure she doesn’t drop it. She is mildly surprised it doesn’t break. Her stomach protests, but the tea stays down. Afterward she lies there on her side, lightly wrapped in her silk atop the blue brocaded coverlet.

“Thank you, Aldo. Go to bed,” she says. Contact with another body sounds worse than cold.

“Yes, Milady.” He feeds up the fire before he goes behind the curtain. She watches him go. Maybe tomorrow morning, the pain will have gone, and she can be warm again. But even this is much better than sleeping alone on a pile of shoes. Would things be this good if she had chosen someone else? Aldo the Orc is not afraid of her. Everyone else is. Even the Master of Sorceries. He thinks he hides it, but she’s been watching his face for thirty-odd years. She knows.

Why isn’t Aldo afraid?

She is still asking herself this question as the dim room fades into a red darkness, loud with distant bells.

Part 5