#too much toward the middle when they can and do cook for themselves

[mentos-or-mentoes]

Headcanons! Cult of the lamb

Leshy, Heket, Shamura, Kallamar, Narinder and The lamb.

General:

(this will be in follower form for the bishops)

Leshy

Dude is definetly not happy upon being indoctrinated into the cult.

Like first he gets killed by the lamb and NOW he has to follow their commands? Yeah to say the least he might be a bit annoyed at first.

When you first introduce yourself, he might be a little skeptical mainly because he was a bishop so what were you gonna do? Make fun of him? Pull a ''prank'' Just because you could?

Surprisingly, no! You were kind, just trying to get to know him better, and trying to get him to know the cult a little better.

He is forever greatful if you help him around the place.

Romantic:

If Leshy smells anything he thinks is something like a flower, then he might try and guide you towards them.

Mainly because it might be difficult picking them, when he cant see where the hell he's going.

9.5 / 10 hugs and you cant convince me otherwise.

He might be a bit moist because of all the stuff growing on him but he definetly smells nice. (or atleast i headcanon it as such).

He can and will be a living scarf if he REALLY craves your attention.

He will just snuggling up to you in the middle of whatever you were doing.

Heket

General:

Heket was not the happiest when she awoke in the lambs cult to say the least.

Allthough she was hungry, (cant blame her tbh).

When you approached her and offered her a couple of berries as a little welcome gift you definetly became one of her favorites.

She probably didn't even want to try and care for someone that isn't her siblings, at this point.

She especially appreceates if you basically speak for her, mainly because you can get to the point (and the words) alot faster then her.

Heket will do absolutely anything to avoid you or anyone else finding out anything that embarrases her that isnt known, like her losing to the lamb.

She enjoys all meals with either you or her siblings.

Romantic:

If you pick her up in front of others for no reason you are getting the frog equivilent of a bitch slap.

She does still have a reputation to uphold to prevent the followers from being too cruel even as a member of the cult.

Okay but seriously, Heket is basically your knight in shining armor.

Someones bothering you? just tell Heket, and she will take care of it.

She loves it when you bring her snakcs while waiting for a meal to be done whenever you cook.

Can and will pass you notes of what she wants you to say to someone, if she's really annoyed bcause of something they did.

Might be dissapointed if you rephrase it, to not be as rude as what she wrote.

Shamura

General:

Them always seeking knowledge was definetly one of the things that allowed you to bond with them quickly.

You telling them about things they might find interesting, and them sharing some of the things they remember.

Shamura likes it when you remind them of small things they might forget.

They also like sharing stories of their past with you, or giving you small gifts.

Not that they cant defend themselves against other cult members who might be looking for payback (they probably can't).

But you talking some sense into the cultists heads definetly does not go unoticed.

Romantic:

Shamura probably does like cuddles, especially when comforting them.

Might forget that you gave them something and try to return it to you.

If you remind them, then well they'll probably feel a bit ashamed that they forgot one of your gifts.

Please comfort Shamura if this happens.

(sorry i couldn't come up with much for them Shamura fans).

Kallamar

General:

Kallamar is a very nervous person so you showing them kindness was definetly unexpected.

you being nice? To him, and this quickly? You must be plotting something, he thought. but when you continuesly kept showing kindness and defended him from any rude cult members, he quickly realized that it wasn't the case.

he likes it alot when you reassure him that everythings gonna be fine. This man isn't much for standing up for himself. So if you do stand up for him, when other cultists come to do whatever they'd wanna do, he'll be very thankful.

If you went through the trouble of learning sign language just to communicate with him easilier his heart basically melts (not literally though).

Romantic:

He loves holding your hand. he likes the comfort of you being around.

expect him to be with you for a majority of the time.

will hug you whenever he feels nervous if he is allowed to (usually he is).

If he's trying to talk to you about something personal he'll usually use sign language with you when alone.

Kallamar spends so much time with you that half of his stuff is probably at your place.

Narinder

General:

He was not letting anyone even try and converse with him, after his indoctrination.

Not like people were gonna try anyway, considering what he tried to do.

But theres always someone different, and that just so happened to be you.

You kept trying to start a conversation, pestering him untill he finally tried to actually speak with you.

He wasn't very happy when he finally did start talking.

Despite that you just kept coming back.

Soon he actually started trying to engage the conversations, not really having much else to do.

Small conversation became a small friendship.

Soon Narinder found himself actively trying to spend time with you , and you were more then happy to do so.

Atleast the place wasn't as bad now for Narinder.

Romantic:

This dude is for close to anything but PDA (Public displays of affection).

Will purr if you hug him.

Narinder will never admit it but he's a total cuddle bug when in private.

Will do anything to prevent the lamb from finding out because he already knows he's gonna get teased for eternity the second they find out.

May or may not actively seek you out if he's getting really needy for some cuddles.

Will have orange cat level stupid behavior if he somehow gets his hands on catnip.

The lamb / Lambert.

General:

upon first meeting you, for whatever reason you were wandering around the lands of the old faith, they immidietly asked if you wanted to become part of their cult.

Likes your dedication to the crown and the cult

If you're especially dedicated to the cult then they might read your mind (and might find out you're in love but who knows).

Definetly tries to become closer with you.

They might ask if you wanna go on walks to take a break from all the work.

If you have any problems then the lamb will be willing to do just about anything to help (not everything though).

Romantic:

The lamb definetly makes the first move.

They shower you in gifts, kisses and cuddles whenever they're not busy.

Will do a marriage ritiual as soon as you feel comfortable with it.

Will spend lots of time with you in their free time.

You're probably being put in charge of taking care of things whenever they go on crusades, mainly because they trust you the most.

Doesn't have alot of time when they're not working but they spend almost every second that they're not busy beside you

Expect surprise hugs.

Lots and lots of surprise hugs.

Alot of people are probably both jealous and happy for you because of you being with the lamb.

The lamb does not care because they got the most wonderful person in the world as their partner aka you <3.

(Hope you enjoyed my first ever headcannons)

[marsbutterfly]

hange clingy headcannons maybe Y/N is equally clingy? Idk i just need that fluffy shit

Headcanons: Clingy! Hanji Zoe

a/n: thank you for your request, anon ♡ i hope i did it justice. i wanna thank eden for choosing this as the next request i was gonna work on ♡

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of nudity but no smut, not beta read (we die like men ♡)

/ before the two of you started dating, hanji was scared to show you just how clingy they actually were, but that didn't stop them from being affectionate in "small and subtle ways". well, small and subtle when it came to them, at least.

/ they would always wrap their arm around your waist while the two of you were standing next to each other and talking to other people. or they would wrap their pinky finger with yours as you walked side by side. they would also steal sips of your drinks all the time or take licks out of your lollipop.

/ during one of your friend's house party, they stayed by your side the whole night, protecting your drink, making sure you were having a good time and introducing you to the rest of their friends.

/ they whined for a few minutes, asking you to go with them to get something new to drink but you were in the middle of a conversation, so you simply kissed one of their cheeks and told them "if you go by yourself, I'll kiss the other cheek when you come back." needless to say, they ran.

/ by the time they came back, they could see a random man walking up to you, his lips too close to yours for their comfort and they nearly panicked. they wanted to rush over there, push the man and protect you but they had never confessed their very obvious feelings before.

/ but as they are about to turn away, they notice that you are making your way towards them with a bright smile on your face. "Hey! I missed you!" you say close to their ear, loudly enough so they will be able to hear you through the loud music.

/ hanji doesn't waste any time. they place the drinks down on a nearby table and wrap an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, your lips colliding together in a desperate kiss the two had been longing for for years. the two of you became official after that.

/ it comes to no surprise that hanji gives the best hugs. their long arms can completely wrap around you as they hug you from behind. you'll usually be cooking or doing laundry and you'll feel their body press against your back and you'll laugh softly, nuzzling your head against them.

/ in public, they refuse to let go of your hand. they want to keep you close, always making sure you are safe and within their line of sight while still making sure everyone around the two of you knows that you are their girlfriend.

/ they get so overwhelmingly hot at night that they wake up sweaty every single morning and they feel absolutely awful when you are drenched as well. though, it is quickly fixed by a shower together and it's right back to more cuddles under the cold ac.

/ even when the two of you getting into a fight, hanji still wants to stay as close to you as they can. even if the two of you are mad at each other, not on speaking terms, you will seat on the couch and watch tv and they will sit next to you, scooting closer every few minutes until your legs are touching.

/ hanji absolutely adores when you pepper their face with kisses. they smile every time and they are always saying how much it reminds them of the flapping wings of a gentle butterfly.

/ when they are sleepy? oof, they become more like a koala than a person. they will cling to your arm and whine over and over, their eyes barely remaining open as they force themselves to speak, asking you to come to bed while they rub their face on your shoulder.

/ you are their favorite pillow. they love sleeping on your thighs while the two of you are watching tv together, they love sleeping on your stomach while the two of you lay in the hammock and they absolutely love to sleep on your boobs every night, the sound of your heartbeat lulling them to sleep.

/ sometimes, when you don't feel like walking from the couch to the bedroom, you'll simply lift your arms and make the sleepiest face you can, even if you aren't that tired. hanji will always let out a small chuckle and pick you up in their arms, no matter how much you weight. they are strong, the can carry you like you are a feather.

/ when you first got together, hanji would always pout and tell you, "i'm not a cutie. i'm strong, powerful and confident!" and you would smile and tease them, "and a cuuuuuutiiiieeeeee." it used to make them so embarrassed but, as time went on, hanji started to get more and more open to it, even responding when you would yell a cute nickname to get their attention.

/ you are the moon to their stars. there is absolutely nothing hanji wouldn't do for you. they are constantly checking in on you, texting you multiple times while you are at work. they will send funny memes, cute selfies, spicy pictures but mostly romantic pictures of plans they have for the two of you, even if it's usually just popcorn and wine at home.

/ hanji will kiss you at every single chance they get. though they prefer the deep kisses, the ones filled with passion and tongues twirling around each other during your steamy make out sessions, they can't deny that those little pecks the two of you share so often make their heart light up with joy.

/ when the two of you go out grocery shopping, hanji will cautiously smack your butt as you walk down the isles, making sure to slap it twice so "neither one of them feels left out." they will also brush their arm against your boobs playfully and smirk when you become a flustered mess.

/ they are always following you around the house, wanting to be close to you no matter how much you move around. that being said, you have always enjoyed sitting by the bathtub while they take a bath, or so you did until they invited you to take a bath with them. you haven't shared or bathed alone since that day, not that you are complaining.

/ they had never felt like they could rely on someone until they met you. it's like a part of their life that had always been missing that finally found its way home and their heart could finally stop aching for something they didn't even know they needed.

/ they stare at your lips 95% of the time that you are talking. if the topic of the conversation isn't something serious, hanji will pull you in for a little kiss after a while simply because they can't go on without having the slightest taste of you.

/ hanji tends to get super anxious when you have to go away for a few days for work and they aren't able to go with you. so they will facetime you at every chance they have: while you are driving, while you are eating, while you are in the shower, getting ready for bed.

/ they can barely sleep during the nights where you are away and, if the call happens to hang up in the middle of the night, they will start crying and frantically hyperventilating as they call you back again over and over until you pick up. as soon as they hear your sleepy and concerned voice, they calm down enough to go back to sleep.

/ you are constantly telling each other how much you love each other. wars (not really) have been fought in your household to decide who gets to say "i love you" last before bedtime.

[abybweisse]

Hey Aby! In anticipation of the 205 chapter, I decided to go back and re-read Mey-Rin's and Bard's for clues of what may happen next to Snake and Finny. I noticed something interesting with both arcs - they both seem to hint at what their ultimate fates will be. While Bard's arc is all about meeting with wife and son while in a coma and he practically promises to return to them, Mey-Rin is an unwitting witness to a sex act, in an uncharacteristically graphic scene for Yana. Do you think that death is ultimately on the cards for Bard and (I guess) a marriage for Mey-Rin? Or is it all contained to their arcs themselves and does not mean anything beyond completing a mission?

⚠️ long post ⚠️

Assignments as foreshadowing?

I think that if Mey-Rin gets married, it would not be foreshadowed by her seeing sex acts through a keyhole.

She joined Qīng Bāng at a very young age and worked as a sniper, but she saw a lot going on around her. Well, as much as she could see without glasses. There were drugs, alcohol, and probably prostitution in and around the opium den, as well as throughout Limehouse district. One of her early assignments as an assassin was to shoot this guy at a hotel or perhaps in his own huge manor, right? He was a rival gang leader, and she shoots him while he's naked with some unnamed woman. He might have even been right in the middle of having sex when she shoots him. She's witnessed a lot in her young life.... Getting married to anyone would be despite the things she has seen and done. Reminds me of how Katniss finally settles down and has kids in The Hunger Games, even though she's been thoroughly traumatized by her experiences. So far, at least, Mey-Rin seems to have kept her mind pretty well intact. I hope she can continue to do so.

I think we can safely say she has somehow managed to remain a virgin up to this point, too. Otherwise, Georg von Siemens' inappropriate actions towards her wouldn't have been enough to make her question whether she was still worthy of marriage. Going by "Rin" and dressing as a boy until she joins the Phantomhive household might have been partly to protect her virtue. Good thing Haku was apparently only interested in her sniper abilities.

In Baldo's case, the interaction with Joanna and his son might be an indication he will have to break whatever promises he's made to them. At least for now. I mean, his claim he can now properly cook fried eggs is an exaggeration "Sebastian" calls out even before Baldo can fully return to the living realm.

I put Seb in quotations because I'm not sure whether Sebastian has infiltrated Baldo's coma or if he's just a nagging figment of his imagination.

Then again, maybe he will soon join them. We still don't have confirmation that he and the others safely made it out of Athena Sanatorium, thanks to a cliffhanger and moving on to the next assignment, with Finny and Snake. Next time we see Baldo et alia, they might be trying to take leave of the place... when Polaris freaking shows up, mad as all hell. Even if Ronald and William stick around and actually enter the fray (since it's another bizarre doll to take down), I don't see it ending too well. Baldo does seem to have this uncanny ability to survive, though, even if everyone else around him doesn't....

Either way, I highly doubt he will ever make it to Shanghai with the others, even if the others do. And if he stays in England and somehow still survives to the end of the series, this is most likely a false promise, as well:

Mostly because he's just that terrible in the kitchen.

I still somewhat hope Mey-Rin and Baldo end up together, despite their age difference. At least she is an adult already. Also, it was a very common practice in Victorian England for older men to marry much younger women, especially if those men were widowers. Much like Katniss again, perhaps Mey-Rin would only pair well with a man who has experienced much of the same trauma. Likewise, Baldo might now have trouble settling down with some completely innocent sort of woman. Katniss and Peeta go through the deadly and maddening games together. Baldo's been altered by war and losing his wife and son. Mey-Rin has been altered by her years as an assassin for a drug dealer and gang. Mey-Rin and Baldo have both been enlisted as servants for our earl, chosen because of their abilities and previous training; now they volunteer as pawns in this deadly game of chess against their young master's brother. Perhaps their bond will be strengthened by all this... if they live to see the end of it.

The main thing the first two assignments have in common, besides their basic instructions, is that Mey-Rin and Baldo each flashback to the events directly leading up to being offered positions as our earl's servants. Mey-Rin's flashback is triggered by Jane offering her the opportunity to switch sides. Her flashback shows us why her loyalty stays with our earl and Sebastian -- with the Phantomhive household.

Baldo's is triggered by Ada admitting her guilt as a survivor during warfare; Baldo feels much the same.

And he also develops loyalty towards our earl, Sebastian, and the other servants. Just like Jane ends up aiding the infiltrators, so does Ada.

As I'm typing this up, I realize "hunger games" describes both Mey-Rin's and Baldo's lives before: Mey-Rin is once fooled into biting a boot and is regularly given moldy bread to eat... while Baldo's battlefield starvation tempts him to cannibalize his fallen comrades. Sebastian barely arrives in the nick of time to stop him from eating the arm of Terry, or whoever that poor dead dude was, if it wasn't Terry. Sebastian shows up with a picnic basket filled with afternoon tea items and possibly more. The first thing our earl does to extend any kindness to Mey-Rin is provide her with the first hot, freshly prepared meal she's had in ages, perhaps as far back as she can remember.

Back to their assignments; they are paired with people who are in our earl's network but are not his servants. But Finny and Snake (and his snakes) are both Phantomhive servants, so do we get a major flashback from Finny, from Snake, from both, or from neither one? So far, Finny is having single-panel flashbacks and even briefly stating things he recalls to Snake and the top students. The orphanage reminds Finny of the research facility in some ways, and that could segue him into a major flashback. Since Doll is there, she could trigger Snake into one. However, before the assignments, they were the two we already knew the most backstory for, and we might never learn all that much more about either one. To deal with both characters, we might just continue to get tiny snippets here and there.

But Mey-Rin has a choice to make -- choose Jane's offer or remain loyal to our earl. She remains loyal, and Jane even helps her and Ran-Mao break up the blood collection operations there before parting ways. Mey-Rin and Ran-Mao just need to get to our earl and make their report.

Baldo still has a choice to make -- stay in England and return to our earl... or go with Lau and the others to China. Like I said before, he might never get to China, even if he tries. I do expect him to ultimately end up staying behind, possibly loaded down with fresh feelings of survivor's guilt. If Ada is still around when we get back to them, she might also decide to stay back and help Baldo take down the Aurora Society.

With Finny and Snake, I don't think Finny's loyalty could ever come into doubt. His choice might come down to whether he has to fight Snake. But I don't think Finny will see much, if any, choice in the matter if it comes to that.

Snake is probably about to hear Doll's full tale about the circus members' fates. Then his choice (and the choices of his individual snakes) is to either help Doll get revenge... or attempt to destroy her and shut down the orphanage. Snake is the last to join our earl's household, so he could end up the first to leave it (I don't think Tanaka has truly left). There's also the possibility that one of his snakes, like Emily, chooses Doll and must be eliminated.

There is foreshadowing in each assignment, but most of that pertains to what ends up happening in each assignment. I don't know what long-term foreshadowing there is in the assignments, other than perhaps some things not directly related to them... like:

The chance of Jane popping up again later because she hinted that she might

The shapes of souls and "aptitudes" hinting about soul transplants

If Layla ends up being Heathfield's daughter

If Layla/Al ends up being some experiment of Undertaker's regarding soul transplants

What I do see is each servant's loyalty being put to the test, and they must make quick, fateful decisions. Whatever choices they make during their assignments, they will ultimately affect the outcome of the story. Each assignment definitely has long-reaching consequences; they are not little bubbles of existence.

I hope I answered your question thoroughly. I stayed up too late working on this -- but not finishing it -- and have been half asleep all day.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 18: Blankets and Snuggles

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Y/n and Sinclair are now dating and continue their baking tradition from the previous year.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): baking and eating, snuggles and kisses, sweet treats and hugs, just everything warm and fuzzy in this one folks!

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: I'm back with more Sinclair LOL. He has been getting a lot of love and it's what he deserves 😣😣 So enjoy as he finally gets to have his snacks in peace with his favourite person (y/n aka you bc you are a lovely human being ! yeah that's right i'm talking to you person that's reading this 🥰🥰)

"Where have you been [Y/n]?! I've been waiting all day for you, worried sick about where you’d gone off to," Sinclair complained as he watched her take her coat and boots off to not track mud in his home. "You can't tell me you're going to come and bake with me and then not tell me when. It is a crime you know!" He huffed, as he followed her into the kitchen like a lost puppy who had finally found its owner.

"A crime? Really?" She teased, amusement bubbling up in her chest as she went to put the bag of supplies that she had bought with her on the kitchen counter.

Turning around, she saw the slight pout on his thin lips, and she couldn't stifle the giggle at how dejected he looked. This only made his frown grow deeper. Of course Sinclair would be the one to get upset when he was promised snacks and didn't get them on time. But honestly, who wouldn’t be?

"It is! See, this is why you should move in with me," he explained while [Y/n] meandered towards him and threw her arms around his waist in a hug. She swayed side as she looked up at him and how his eyes were bright and passionate as he laid out his reasoning. "Then you can always be around, and we can cook together and cuddle, lots of cuddles! And then you don't have to come out in this dreadful weather when you visit me. Because you'll already be with me! Doesn't that sound nice?"

"It does, but it also sounds like some sort of ploy though! I bet it's just because you want me to bake my world-famous cookies for you every week, innit?"

"Hmph of course not! You know I can have more than food on my mind when it comes to you," he sulked for a moment before his exuberant energy returned. “Though you do make wonderful cookies! And I love them. But I love you more!"

"Aww I love you too Sinclair," she squealed as he kissed her all over her face to prove how much he loved her. "And I know love, I'm just teasing! I know that brilliant mind of yours is always working on something," she beamed causing him to radiate, proud at how much his mind really did work. "But I don't know, my contract isn't up yet for my flat and I want to stay until it's over," she explained, and she could see the sad look that reappeared on his features which made her heart also feel a bit blue. "Buuuut," she drawled out, causing his attention to perk up. "How about we bake and you try to convince me why moving in with you is a good idea. And maybe just maybe I'll give it some more consideration."

"Deal!" He shouted with a grin. "Well, come on what are we waiting for? Let's start because I'm starving!"

Unwrapping themselves from each other, [Y/n] and Sinclair continued their newly instated tradition of baking each year for the holidays. It had started the year before when she had come to spread some cheer on his first post-divorce holiday. One thing led to another and well, not only did they have a new tradition but they had a new relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend!

Last year was gingerbread cookies, and this year would be the same though with some additional ones. Snickerdoodle and thumbprint cookies! All of them were pretty simple to make considering they had the same base just with some extra things done to them in the middle, and she thought it a fun project for them both.

Of course, she had to keep Sinclair from eating the raw pastry again but that was par for the course.

"It smells so nice," he whined as she quickly took the mixing bowl from him. "If it smells nice why can't I eat it!"

"Sinclair please no! Remember what I told you last time and all the other times! I don't want to bring you to hospital if you get sick from eating raw pastry," she chided in good nature before turning back to him and seeing he was up to mischief again. "Hey wait that's for the thumbprint cookies," she laughed as she watched him spooned a bit of jam from the glass container and put it in his mouth.

"We have plenty for them though!" He replied, voice muffled by the spoon still in his mouth.

"Well Mr. Jam man! How about you add some to those cookies, and then you can continue nicking the rest of it," she snickered, as she watched him give her a thumbs up before beginning his mission of jamming the cookies.

It was his duty after all as jam man.

During all that prep, he also listed off all the reasons she should stay with him starting off with the obvious as he stated.

"You can spend time with me, I can spend time with you, I can cook for you, you can cook for me," he rambled on plopping jam in the cookies while stealing some of it for himself. "We can cuddle every day. Oh, I can drive you to work too so you don't have to take the Tube, that means more time together- I said that already didn't I?"

"Yes, yes you did," [Y/n] laughed as she rolled balls of dough in the cinnamon sugar to make the snickerdoodle cookies. "I'm getting a lot of 'we can spend time together' as your reasoning."

"There's nothing wrong with that is it?” He asked, pausing from his jam duties. "I like spending time with you, we always have fun even if we are just here doing nothing."

"Nope, nothing wrong at all! And I do also love our time together, my cheeks always hurt afterwards and in a good way!"

They both turned to look at each other, a bright smile on their lips as they mulled over how much they adored being with one another at every chance they got. Huh…maybe it wouldn't be so bad moving in…she did love the energy he had and of course Sinclair himself. So would it be so bad to share a space with him?

'Hm.'

She pondered some more as they continued to finish prepping all the cookies, chatting all through the process as he continued to list off more reasons she should live with him. After they had set a batch of them in the oven, and wrapped up the leftovers, they were startled by the doorbell ringing. 

"I'll get it!" [Y/n] exclaimed bounding out of the kitchen before Sinclair could say anything, leaving him with baking cookies that smelled terrific and made his stomach grumble.

Cookies for lunch what a wonderful thing!

"Okay I know what you're thinking Sinclair," [Y/n]'s voice floated into the room yet he couldn't see her. "'Cookies for lunch! Wonderful!' Well you know I love that but," she appeared with a pizza box in hand and he could have sworn he had fallen even harder in love with her than he thought possible. “I need something a little more substantial so forgive me for ordering pizza before I got here and don't you dare try to pay me back!”

His eyes sparkled as he approached her, or more like bounded towards her, and she only had a second to lift the box in her hand away from her chest before Sinclair was pressed against her and raining more kisses upon her.

“Oh! I love you so much my magical food fairy!” He blurted, squeezing her in a tight hug that had her breathless, yet she couldn't stop the laughter that escaped her at his enthusiasm. “You're just absolutely wonderful, you know that? God do I love you! You always know just how to make my day!”

“Haha well if cheap pizza and cookies make you happy then I'm in luck because I can afford those every week,” she teased as he pressed his lips against hers, cutting her off with a smile as they kissed. “But I don't think our blood work would approve,” she giggled breathlessly when he pulled away.

‘Ding!’

The sound of the timer on top of the oven went off, signalling that the cookies were done, and also that it was time for them to taste the fruits of their labour.

“Perfect everything is done let's dig in!” Sinclair announced as he let [Y/n] go, enthusiastic about the snacks that they now had. “I’ll bring the plates and cookies you go get comfy in the living room okay?”

Giving him a thumbs up and an ecstatic ‘okay’, she scampered off to get everything nice and cosy on the couch for their meal of junk that was oh so delicious with each other.

The cheap pizza was a hit with both of them as they chatted and laughed while a silly Christmas movie played on the TV. It served as background noise mainly as the two had more than enough to talk about. 

After the meal had been devoured, and everything but the cookies were put up, they found themselves snuggled tight in blankets wrapped around them on the couch as food coma from earlier began to sit in. Her legs were tangled in between Sinclair’s, and her body pressed against his as she lazily played with his hair.

There was a drowsy smile on his lips that was so cute! So much so, that she couldn't resist the urge to lean up a little and give him a soft peck.

“Sinclair,” she whispered against his lips, pulling away and blowing some of his golden hair away from his face causing him to hum softly. 

“I love you very much, you know that right?” She asked in a whisper as she kissed his cheek before she gazed at his sleepy but happy expression.

“Mhmm of course I do,” he replied. "You wouldn’t have come baked with me if you didn’t? And the pizza? You must love me if you brought me pizza [Y/n] it’s a scientific fact.”

His amber eyes squinted at her question as he was very much falling asleep, yet they were still vibrant and conveyed a joyful emotion that was not dulled by drowsiness. She could also see the odd speck of dark green or grey around his eyes that sometimes made them look hazel when the light hit them just right. Gosh was he a work of wonder! How could one person be so handsome, brilliant, and kind all in one? He was like a dream.

“Weeell,” she drawled, playing with the cosy jumper he had been wearing all day that was so soft against her fingertips. “Do you love me?”

Perking up at that question, he leaned down until the tips of their noses touched and he gently rubbed them together causing her to giggle. “Of course I do! You’re my favourite person in the world! Plus you don’t get mad at me when I go and talk your ear off even if what I’m saying is boring to you.”

She grinned, 

“Of course I’m going to listen to you ‘Clair, you deserve to be listened to,” she smiled. "Even though sometimes I have no clue what you’re talking about,” she added making Sinclair nip at her noise like a puppy giving a warning nip. 

It caused her to shriek with laughter and he did it again. However, this time he laid on top of her and wrapped his arms tight around her in a warm hug that caused her to snuggle closer to him underneath the blankets. Their breathy laughter filled the air as they kissed once more while [Y/n] also stroked his cheek as his warm lips captured hers briefly. 

She could get used to this. The cuddling with him every day, kissing him when he went to work and came back. And really anytime truthfully. And him of course, she could get used to waking up and going to sleep in his arms. Honestly, it sounded like a good life. When they pulled away, Sinclair noted the shine in her eyes and his heart began to beat faster as she always got that shine in her eyes when good news was on its way. 

“Well, I guess because I love you so much, and you love me so much I well..maybe it won’t hurt too much for me to move in with you. I could get used to all this cuddling you know?”

It took him a moment to process what she had said, but when he did, a loud shout of joy flew from his lips and almost deafened her. But it was worth the way his entire face brightened and his eyes lit up as if he wasn’t about to fall asleep just a moment ago.

“[Y/n]! This is brilliant, wonderful, oh you’re so wonderful, do you know that?” He asked as he squeezed her tight and made her laugh the sweet sound he loved to hear. “Oh I’m so happy okay we need to get movers, and we can get your stuff here! And your lease, do you want to terminate it early? I know it might cost a bit so if you need any help I’m happy to pay for the fees since I’m making you move. And oh I need to clean the closet so you can have room!”

She watched with a tiny grin as he listed off the things that they would need to do so they could get ready for her move and she couldn’t help the fluttering in her stomach. He was so lovely. And with each little thing he added to their list with enthusiasm, she couldn’t stop how warm her heart felt.

Maybe it knew she had made the right decision, and the thought of it only made her happier as she listened with a sleepy smile to her new roommate's rambling.

A/N: All Sinclair needs is snacks and his girlfriend and he's a happy puppy! Who wouldn't want a man like him 😉😉 I hope everyone gets to have some snacks this holiday and if not, let me know so i can send Sinclair over with cookies!!

Tags: @mercurial-make-em-ups, @deepperplexity

[moonpool-system]

Ok so for questions, i think i'll send a bunch.

- How it feels to switch?

- Do you talk to each other?

- Are switches completely uncontrollable all the time or it's fluctuates?

- who is the oldest fictive in the system, in terms of being in the systems, not age in source? How much they changed?

- some examples of fictive being extremely different from source?

- Is there fictives of ongoing series/game/etc which don't have end yet? How they react to their original and plot? Can they watch it, or they prefer not to? Does it mess with their memories?

- silly question. Let's say you are werewolf, and everyone can choose one animal for themself, instead of a wolf to become it. what would be the most popular choice, and what everyone thinks? How they approach it?

Hello! Thank you for your patience!

🌌 Switching feels different depending on the member and situation, tbh! Our monoconscious switches feel basically like a slow sort of shapeshifting. We start out feeling like one member, and there's an in-between period of feeling like someone stirred together too many colors into a mush, and we come out the other side re-formed into the other member. We don't know what happens to monoconscious members that leave front/the consciousness- sometimes they're gone for months, and feel like they've been unconscious/unaware the entire time when they return. As for polyconscious members though, for us it usually feels like letting go of control and allowing the perspective of the other person/member to take your place. Falling out of front sort of feels like dozing off to sleep for me since my subsystem can't enter headspace, but the line between fully fronting and simply co-conscious is much thinner than we used to think. Sometimes we won't even notice before someone in co-con slips into front, using the body for themselves. "Front" is a doubly accurate word here because the person most in front often feels like the one that's "facing forwards the most" toward the outside world. When unintentional (polycon) switches happen there's usually a block of dissociation in the middle as well, where we feel like nothing (rather than color soup for monocon ones) for a little bit. In general, a full switch takes between 5 and 20 minutes for us.

🌌 We talk to each other frequently, even though our actual ability to call people to co-con outside of our frequent fronters is a little sketchy depending on where they are in headspace. Our communication is part of what keeps us grounded and stable; being able to hear each other lessens our paranoia and allows us to hang out or work together without needing to all be fully fronting. Things our co-conscious members say simply sound like a mental voice that's different from mine/ours- when we're texting others, the member most in front proxies out the words said by other members so that they don't need to use the body to type.

🌌 It fluctuates! Rarely they're uncontrollable, sometimes they're involuntary but we're able to pull in who we need to if we force it, and sometimes they're voluntary enough that the old fronter makes the choice to let go whilst the new fronter makes the choice to "slip in".

🌌 The earliest known fictive in the system is a Peridot (Steven Universe) fictive that formed around when we were 14 or so, but they're so incredibly quiet and keep to themself, so we don't know much about them actually. The secondmost though is Akira (Persona 5)- ae formed around high school, when we needed to advocate for ourselves due to autism and high school troubles. He used to be our main host, loud and proud about our disability(/ies, but we didnt know that at the time). Nowadays ae actually separated into two versions of aerself- one that stayed with the Prism subsystem and another that ended up outside it. The two are connected intrinsically, and both are constantly burnt out and enjoy cooking/food. The latter one runs a café/bar/lounge in headspace and likes to flirt around lol

🌌 We have quite a few fictives from sources that haven't ended yet- the one that's been around most lately is Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus). A lot of our fictives consider their exomemories a past life under Chaos Theory regardless of origin; it's most common for fictives to be mostly canon-compliant with a few divergent memories. So when we watch more of source, it tends to either clear up foggy memories or give our members something to compare/contrast against. Not many of our fictives watch their source actively in front, but they (usually) end up getting the information on what happened regardless. Most of our fictives are fairly source-positive, but that doesn't mean things can't be rough sometimes- episode 2 of TADC still has Pomni a little shaken. (I wouldn't be mentioning it here if she hadn't made a vent post earlier, privacy and all)

🌌 This is a fun question!! We have a lot of nonhumans but not too many animals/creatures/etc, so it's easier to get a rough estimate among our members lol. Most of our Creatures™ are cat-coded or like in-between felid and canid in some way- we actually have an original species in the system as well, so I think we'd probably go with this!

Here's a picture of Kit, one of our members of the species! It's roughly sourced from the Slugcats from Rain World, but clearly a lot has shifted and changed ahaha. We'd probably choose this form for were-purposes- our more creature™ members would feel so much more comfortable. Plus, being able to be so physically athletic while transformed would be great for a lot of our cooped-up members!

Thank you so much for the questions! Have a lovely day!

[that-green-haired-swordsman]

Zoro x fem!reader

"I should've been stronger" - a ficlet for which I might write a second part in the future

„Goddammit! Shit!“

You hear a loud bang as you get closer to the training room, as if something heavy hit the wooden floor with force. Carefully, you enter the room without making any noise. Zoro stands in the middle, breathing heavy, his bare torso is covered in sweat.

„What do you want?“ he asks you harshly, looking at you now. You feel slightly taken aback, although you know that abrasive tone of his well.

„Sanji sent me to let you know that he’s about to serve lunch“, you explain, not stepping closer yet, intimidated by his bad mood. „You skipped breakfast today I’ve heard, you must be hungry“, you added, sounding as friendly as you can muster to calm him down a bit.

„Go tell that shitty cook that I’m gonna eat whenever I want“, Zoro answers grimly, walking towards the giant, heavy weight he’s been tossing across the room in frustration, and the wooden planks croak in relief when the weight is been lifted off them. It’s a telltale sign of Franky’s masterful craftsmanship that the floor isn’t damaged from the action.

„I’m not on this ship to do your errands, Zoro“, you give back dry and firm, and that finally catches his attention. He likes and values when someone stands up against him to defend themselves. „What’s wrong?“, you then ask him softly while he’s busy putting the weight back on its rack. He stands with his back to you and sighs.

„I should’ve been stronger“, Zoro says with an angry, but bitter voice.

You close the door behind you and step into the room, shortening the distance to the swordsman a bit. „What are you talking about?“ you ask him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. „We all got out of the fight alive and safe, didn’t we? Usopp delivered the desicive shot and we defeated the enemy! What else do you want?“

„That’s exactly the point“, Zoro retorts, finally turning around to look at you. „If he wouldn’t have landed the shot, we would’ve been doomed. The whole thing was way too close!“

„We would not have been doomed. Besides, Usopp is a brilliant sniper and you know that.“

„That’s not what I’m talking about.“ Zoro turns his head away now. You know what he means.

„You did everything you could. You have to trust us to do our job the same as we trust you. You seriously need to give up control“ you scold him, closing the distance between you and Zoro further. „You can’t be everywhere. Why do you always think that the weight of the world lies solemnly on your shoulders alone?“ You invade his personal space as you come to a halt right in front of him, but he refuses to look at you.

You want to help him, want to show how much he means to you, but you don’t know how to reach out to him when he’s closed all the walls around him. You can’t stand seeing him like that and you want him to know that he doesn’t have to deal with his feelings on his own.

„I should’ve been stronger“, he then repeats, sounding a bit broken this time, and the tiniest sign of pain and fear flashes across his face, like there’s a tiny hole in those walls surrounding him, you know he hurts, and you don’t think twice as you gently wrap your arms around his broad, muscular frame, your head rests on his chest that starts to get cool from the sweat, but his heart beats vividly. He doesn’t reciprocate the embrace, but he doesn’t push you away from him either, and if he does enjoy your body being close to his, he doesn’t show it. But you want to show him that you’re here for him, and you hope he gets the message.

You don’t want to overdo it though, he still has his pride, so you slowly release him from your embrace and look in his face, and to your surprise he looks back at you with an expression hard to read. However, you smile.

Zoro’s not one for much physical contact, and it was only yesterday that he stared at you with that look on his face, during that hard and challenging battle, when the enemy unleashed an attack towards you that you didn’t manage to dodge in time, and just before you have been hit, you felt a strong force pushing you out of the way, and it took you a moment to realise that Zoro caught you in his arms to jump out of the way, you still have no idea from where he came flying from, but he saved you, quickly scanned you and asked if you were okay, but you were deeply enthralled by the sensation of his strong arms around you as you sat on his lap, and he stared back at you and you felt that something just…. clicked. You told him you were fine, thanks to him, and he held you just for another moment and you couldn’t take your eyes off each other. Take care he then said as he released you gently and jumped right back into the battle, drawing his swords.

But the enemies were strong too, and hard to defeat. You found yourselves backed into a corner and when you thought that this time, you wouldn’t make it, the whole crew including yourself watched Zoro gather his last remaining strength as he unleashed a mighty santoryu attack, but he couldn’t prevent Luffy from taking a hard hit and getting slammed on the ground while the main enemy prepared himself for the last and final blow to destroy you all…. Quick as a flash, Usopp jumped into action and shot at the enemy, and that was enough to defeat him and lead his comrades to flee, with Usopp being the hero for once.

After the battle, the crew rested up and decided to have a party, but not so much Zoro, who was physically present, but not mentally. You waited for an opportunity to check up on him, but you couldn’t meet him in private during the evening and due to mismatching sleeping schedules didn’t see him again until now. You’re still not sure if there is something more between the two of you, after what happened yesterday, and Zoro never appeared to view a woman in a romantic way, but maybe he just hasn’t met a woman he was truly interested in yet.

„So… you were worried about me?“ you try and Zoro breaks eye contact for a second.

„About the crew“, he corrected you. „About all of you morons. We’re getting closer to the last island. The danger is real out there.“

That small hint of disappointment in your eyes goes unnoticed by him.

He walks past you to get his towel and dry himself up. You silently watch him putting his favourite white shirt on and grabbing his swords to tie them on his right hip as he turns his head around to you.

„Come on, let’s grab something to eat before Luffy devours our share.“

You hesitate. You want to say something, ask the question that has been lingering on your tongue since you hugged him, since you felt the comfort and warmth of his body again, but you don’t have the guts. Partly because he’s behaving as usual, partly because you’re afraid he’d say no, tell you you’re seeing things that aren’t there, a feeling that’s only amplified because he behaves exactly as usual. Well... expect for him allowing you to put your arms around him.

Maybe he needs to be given comfort as well.

Zoro still waits for you to answer his suggestion. You discard your thoughts for now, nod and follow him to the kitchen to see him defend your and his plate from the ever-hoggish Luffy.

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

John's SFW Alphabet

(photo from ??, forgot again, ik I suck)

Hello, loves! This was due yesterday but I just couldn't bring myself to get on my laptop (I was feeling quite sick with a headache) lol. Will hopefully post again tomorrow to get back on schedule. This is the sequel to this post. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mr. Lennon is not the most affectionate guy in the world. He shows his affection sometimes, but he’s not big on PDA. Enjoys kissing a little too much.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

John’s one of those best friends where you question how you’re even still friends with him. You’ve probably known him so long, you forgot exactly how you met.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As much as he hates to admit it, John is more cuddly than one would imagine. He loves it when you “cradle” him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

John’s leans less toward the idea of settling down. If he really really liked you, he’d consider it more. Secretly enjoys baking bread.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately, he’s the type to rip off the band-aid. He’d hate to see them upset, but he’d say it’s for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said before, he leans less toward the idea of marriage and settling down. If he did end up marrying you, it’d be a while before he did.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Somewhere in the middle, but usually more gentle physically than emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

John is conflicted on whether or not he likes hugs. It depends on the person and how close they are. More than likely has a soft spot for your hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not as fast as you’d like. He doesn’t want to make the mistake of saying it to someone who won’t say it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man’s natural skin colour may as well be green. Can be quite angry when he’s in a jealous mood.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sloppy. He always just goes for it. Loves to kiss you on your lips and neck and basically anywhere else. Loves to be kissed on his neck and nose. Bonus: please do not kiss his stomach without a compliment prepared because he will get in his feelings about his weight (poor baby).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Somewhat okay with children. Kids tend to flock to him, and he doesn’t understand why.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

John spends a lot of mornings songwriting. To involve you, he’ll practice them on his guitar, with you singing.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A lot of nights are spent by the radio, either listening to a programme or dancing.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is a closed book, locked up tight. You have to be really, really close before he starts opening up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

John has quite a short fuse. It’s longer with you, but with everyone else, he could explode at any given moment.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

John remembers the big things like birthdays, anniversaries, etc., but tends to forget some of the smaller things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you finally agreed to go out with him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective. Will keep a crowbar on standby to defend you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

John puts in effort, but probably not as much as you’d like.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bites his nails excessively.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not extremely concerned but more so than you’d think. When his hair is shorter, he likes to make sure it’s tidy, but once it grows out, he cares slightly less.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Probably, unless your relationship ends up being short and casual.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

John sleeps with socks on. Keeps his feet warm :)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

John’s open to just about anything. Very much hates when anyone mentions his weight.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Similarly to Paul, John also sleeps like a rock. Likes to wear matching pyjamas. Stomach sleeper through and through. Definitely takes up half the bed.

[blot-squisher]

SFW Alphabet for Ghost Face? 👀👀👀

Oh lord...

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game Ghostface

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He will break into your home. Repeatedly. And when you finally start to reciprocate his affection, he's going to be all over you. PDA is his middle middle name.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You're his friend now. You don't get a choice, silly goose! Of course, that comes with benefits of all kinds *hint hint wink wink*

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Full body octopus tackle. You're not going anywhere until he finds something else to do or someone pries him off of you. Good luck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Oh no, settling down is too limiting. He'll always return to you, but there is no staying in one place. He's a decent enough cook but 98% of the time he'll pay for take out. He's been a bachelor for far too long. He's pretty clean for the most part. Gotta keep up appearances after all.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Incredibly. Horrifically. Dramatically.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Commitment is very important! Once you commit to a murder- Oops, hehe. Wrong commitment. Marriage isn't really for him, but for the right partner he'd be willing to do less official, you've got a drawer in my dresser, I have one in yours, kind of thing. Also, he's going to wear your clothes. Psh, he looks great in that mini-skirt and you both know it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Oh god, he's like a freight train. He can be gentle when he wants to be, but it's rare. Not because he's trying to be mean, but because he has very limited control over his reactivity to things.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) If he likes you, he will find every opportunity and reason to touch you. Hugging you from behind, the side, the front, or just laying flat on top of you to keep you from going anywhere. It's all good to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Until he met Marcus, Danny didn't think he was capable of loving anyone but himself. The first time he said it, he surprised himself. But if he does say it, he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) If you make him jealous, he's going to make absolutely sure you know. Then he's going to *NSFW* until you *NSFW*.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) Greedy, lots of tongue, and lots of biting. He likes to be kissed around the neck and jaw, but anywhere is fine.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He finds them annoying and gross quite frankly. Unfortunately, they seem to gravitate towards him whenever they're around like he rolled in cat nip and then went to the animal shelter.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Do you like morning sex with your coffee?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Do you like goodnight sex?

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Danny will give odd vague bits and pieces about himself here and there, often dodging pointed questions unless he has a good reason to share. He prefers to know everything about you, while remaining as much a mystery as he can.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Moderately. It just depends on the subject in question. Danny is, however, very good at hiding his anger in most situations. Look for the small tells. His eyes and smile are usually the best give away.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) This man will remember every goddamn thing you tell him, and the things you don't. How'd he know the exact time and hospital you were born in? When did he get your bank information? How the hell does he know the name of your best friend in first grade?!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) The moment he first revealed himself to you (not like that you dirty bird). Whether it was popping out of the closet or calling you to ask about your favorite scary movie, he'll always cherish your first meeting.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) He's the only thing that needs to go bump in the night in your life now. Ex bothering you? Not for long. Boss giving you shit? He'll... have a talk with them. Someone flipped you off? Here's their middle finger and a doughnut. Like all Slashers he doesn't need you to protect him, but goddamn will he be smug that you've fallen that hard for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) It varies greatly. Sometimes, he'll bring you the most heartfelt and thoughtful gifts. Cook an elaborate dinner on a random Tuesday just because! And other times he'll swoop in at the last minute and offer you have a twinky and a dumb grin because he might have lost track of time... by a few days...

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) What is sleep? What is a healthy schedule? What is personal space?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He's sexy and he knows it and you know it and that random guy over there knows it and--

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Now that he's found him, he'd be destroyed if anything happened to him...

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Danny abhors law enforcement. Working so closely with them as 'Jed Olsen' has shown him the ugly inside of the men and women who are sworn to 'protect and serve'. At least he proudly takes credit for his crimes...

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Danny doesn't want a 'fan'. He doesn't want someone who's going to fawn over him as 'Ghostface'. Does he like being recognized? Yes. But he doesn't want a partner who is only with him because they have a serial killer fetish. He wants someone who wants him for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) WHO HAS TIME FOR SLEEP?! If left to his own devices he'll stay awake for days on end before crashing hard. Now, on the flip side. If he has someone to help regulate him and get him to bed and get up on any kind of schedule, he'll do a lot better.

[marvelandponder]

15Qs and 15As!

Thanks for the tag, Marvel, this sounds fun! Tagging: @smallcrystals, @digikate813, @eddiescorner, and @bevinbrand if she feels like it :) Don't dox yourself on the 'where were you born' question tho, y'all. We're better than that. Are you named after anyone? Two people! My Uncle Stephen and my Nana (maternal grandmother). My brother was named after my dad's high school best friends

When was the last time you cried? I think the last time was a couple weeks ago watching anime. I love a good cry, I've embraced that that's how I express a lot of emotions

Do you have kids? Nope! I'd like to someday, but all in due time.

What sports do you play/have you played? I'm not a team sports kind of girl anymore, but I played soccer as a kid and really enjoyed that.

Do you use sarcasm? Usually only obvious sarcasm. Bevin and I will often use excessively obvious sarcasm with each other to express love. A little linguistic game we play with each other. We never enjoy spending hours and hours on the phone together. So unlike us! Where would you get that idea?

What is the first thing you notice about people? First thing? I feel like my anxiety is charge of that: looking out for how friendly they seem, what they laugh at (if they do), how approachable they might be. I had pretty bad social anxiety disorder from like 14 - 22ish and human beings tend to do the social thing once or twice.

What is your eye color? Hazel! Looks brown but up close you can see there's a lot of green around my pupils, too.

Scary movies or happy endings? My media diet is heavily skewed towards happy endings but every now and then, nothing satisfies like a good tragedy.

Any talents? People know I like the writing thing! I'm also learning to draw now and picking up guitar again for the first time since before uni!

Where were you born? A hospital about... 30 - 40 minutes away from me? I don't live in that city anymore, and haven't since I was 3, but we stayed in the same general province!

Don't dox yourself, folks!

What are your hobbies? Writing, drawing, guitar, going for bike rides or walks. Geeking out by myself or with friends! I'm also starting to learn some German and pick up a few more cooking skills.

Do you have any pets? Nah, wish I did. My living situation doesn't allow for it. But my dad has a dog who I love so much and get to visit! And my sister has two cats who used to live with us that are excellent cuddlers.

How tall are you? Uhhhhh I think 5'11? To use ancient Tumblr Lingo: Tol, not smol

Favorite subject in school? In Elementary - Middle School, it was English, because reading and writing. In high school, Psychology, Legal Studies, Guitars, History, or Writer's Craft

Dream job? Cool question, I'mma over-complicate it! For my career, it's either one of two things: Creative and/or helping people. Add another axis onto that: Stability vs. freedom. I like stability. It helps me feel happy and builds self-esteem to build stuff up. So since most of the creative jobs I'd be down to try have a lack of stability (and often crappy working conditions), I decided to start with stability and helping people! My current job is actually the goal I set for myself to get into in 5 - 10 years. So. Whoops! Got in early! I can't stay beyond this year (covering a mat leave) but wow has it been good experience. And it's cool shit that I like to think supports people in building something good for themselves.

Not a ton of creativity though, and so what's cool about life is that the time horizon isn't just right now, forever. The job I'm in now is a dream job of mine based on the criteria I set out (stable, treats me right, and helps people), but I have other dream jobs I'd like to also try out!

For example: I'd like to become a published author! And I'd also like to learn storyboarding to maybe try being a storyboards artist someday, or some job in animation.

What I like about the job I have now, too, is that I still have enough energy in and around my job to have a life outside of it. So I can build the creative skills that'll lead to cool stuff and opportunities down the line.

Having multiple dream jobs I think is realistic. And just kinda fun to not only achieve one thing, but look forward to what else I can do!

[runawaymun]

Ohhhh Erestor for like. Everything! But if that’s too much 😅 just for the sleep one? Also glorfindel ;)

Erestor:

☾ - sleep headcanon

He's peredhel, so he sleeps... basically like a human. He needs somewhere between 6-8 hours per night, closes his eyes, and experiences REM.

★ - sad headcanon

I don't have too many of these for Erestor, but I do get sad thinking about, with regards to my headcannon that he was raised among the Haladin, that he basically watched everyone he grew up around die out while he was still pretty "young", and then on top of that-- being "Feanorian" he must have been so ostracized and lonely :(

☆ - happy headcanon

Love the idea of him going to Ost-in-Edhil and being taken under Celebrimbor's wing. I headcannon them as being very close in the second age, bonding over being basically the last of the line, y'know?

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Erestor never yells when angry. He just gets very, very cold. He's also super calculating and tends not to react to things in the moment, but prefers to plan things out that will come to fruition later.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Sex positive ace :)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

EXTREMELY tidy. Mess drives him to violence! But he does have the innate human "clutter" thing of collecting objects (books, maps, notebooks, bird feathers mostly). And keeps these all in very orderly collections.

♡ - romantic headcanon

He's not a super romantic type, but if he's fixing your clothes/hair for you or fussing a lot then he probably likes you.

♥ - family headcanon

During the Third Age he lives up in the family's wing in Rivendell (with Glorfindel), and helps raise Arwen and Elladan and Elrohir. He's a huge part of their lives (and a favorite prank target).

☮ - friendship headcanon

He's one of those friends that you always want around because he's not afraid to call you out on your bullshit. He just has a very low tolerance for it. Especially for people who are too hard on themselves (which is why he's so good for Elrond).

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Bird watcher, likes collecting bird feathers and skulls, and is super into architecture.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Mess, sour food, & hates hot weather.

▼ - childhood headcanon

already answered here, but have another one: he didn't have any actual siblings, but he grew up well-liked with a small posse of human friends that he'd run around with as a kid. He was very bossy but like, in the kind of way that makes you want to listen to what he says, and always had strong opinions on what games they should play and how to play them.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

I'm not sure whether I have one of these due to him being immortal, though I like the idea of him developing a couple gray streaks toward the end of the third age.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He doesn't cook a lot, mostly because he can't be bothered. Like, he can, he just doesn't like to & considers it a hassle.

☼ - appearance headcanon

I like to model his face after Lee Joon-Gi :) He looks perfect to me for what I imagine Erestor to look like.

ൠ - random headcanon

Coffee drinker. Where does that coffee come from? I guess the same place that Middle Earth hobbits get their potatoes. 🤷

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

Glorfindel

☾ - sleep headcanon

Blanket hogger. Like obviously elves don't sleep in the way that we do, but he still hates being cold & when he does walk the paths of memory he 'sleeps' like a log.

★ - sad headcanon

Has regular balrog nightmares that he doesn't admit to. He's very macho about the whole balrog/gondolin situation but that shit was genuinely traumatic for him and yeah, he gets nightmares and phantom aches about it.

☆ - happy headcanon

Has a nickname for absolutely everyone. Calls Elrond 'winyamo' (kiddo). :) Elrond calls him 'grandpa'.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Ohhhhh he DOES do that sexy noldorin blaze-with-treelight when he's mad.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Very worshipful partner, kind of a horny bastard tbh.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Messy. He doesn't mean to be, he just tends to leave things around and not put things away -- a bit forgetful like that.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Oh he is a mess when he's around his partner. 10/10 doting, hopeless romantic, pet names, the whole nine yards.

♥ - family headcanon

Also part of the peredhil family unit, plays pranks with the twins, and responsible for teaching all three of the kids pretty much everything they know about swordplay and footwork. It's not that Elrond doesn't train with them, it's just that Glorfindel's the main teacher in that regard.

☮ - friendship headcanon

Actually super good friends with Galadriel & they refer to each other by their Quenya names.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Very fidgety/has trouble sitting still. Tends to pace during meetings.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Adores animals and melts for children. Absolutely can't stand spicy food.

▼ - childhood headcanon

I don't actually have one???? 😭 I have such a hard time imagining Glorfindel as a child actually.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Mellows out considerably with age and kind of just wants to retire in a cottage with his husband. Please don't ask him to rule or do any politics. He just wants to settle down.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Loves to cook. Is very bad at it.

☼ - appearance headcanon

IDK I actually disagree with a lot of general depictions of Glorfindel, mostly because I think they're just a bit too fem? Idk how to explain it but he's a huge kronk-y himbo in my head, and a lot of Glorfindel depictions just don't look right to me.

ൠ - random headcanon

He still doesn't braid his hair back for fights, even though he really should.

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[automeris-io-moth]

Hello there! Random tumblr user who came across your blog here you have marvelous and excellent writing!!! Could you write something about the villian reading the hero's diary?

Request #1

Weapons don't weep.

“That will never be what awaits people like us,” said Villain, trying so very hard to spit it out like venom, failing as their voice broke at the last word, leaving bitterness they always aimed to ignore, and they swallowed and continued “you and me both know already how everything ends, this…”

Hero’s notebook, well-loved and missing pages, hit the ground, pages wetted by the last drops of a calming storm, words they always wrote in pencil blurring with the water, vanishing from the paper. And, for a moment, they were tempted to plunge in and grab it, to save what they had written when time allowed, but they stood still from before the other, quiet and motionless, blinking back tears.

“Is a delusion you’d do well to start forgetting.” their eyes met in the middle, and Villain, just as Hero, pretended crying was not what they wanted, pretended that saving the words of what could have been was not what they wished, and Villain rasped, cleared their throat and straightened their posture “I went into your office for papers, for maps, whatever would save me some time figuring out what you team pretended to do this time, instead, I found you feeding your quite hyperactive imagination, you must understand how disappointed I am.”

It was obvious, of course, that Hero was not, nor should apologise for not having provided satisfactory evidence of their plans to their enemy, yet, the tone of reproach and discontent from the other had them almost saying sorry.

Hero was embarrassed, mortified, face burning under their surgical mask, heart beating fast as a child found misbehaving by their mother, and they wanted to run, to run inside the facility and never go back outside.

Yet, they stood.

“Are you not gonna say anything here?” Villain added after a moment of silence, louder, and Hero wished they didn’t have to.

“I was just daydreaming, I thought maybe, if this is sorted maybe we could…”

“Oh no, I know what we could, I could cook, perhaps, and you could bake and do the dishes, wasn’t that right?” the Villain mocked “You could come to understand how every human is prone, at the end, to kindness but never to perfection, and you could see that in every scar that you bare and every kiss you've ever felt. What kind of childish nonsense were you rambling about? You are a weapon Hero, as much as I am one, weapons don’t cook, we don’t garden, we don’t clean, we kill, we get the job done.”

Hero stayed silent this time.

Villain kicked the notebook towards them.

“I hope, for your own sake, that you can understand that.”

***

Villain let themselves fall on their sofa.

Hero had gotten too close, they had gotten too hopeful, sloppy on the battlefield, lenient with their enemies. Perhaps with that, Villain thought, they would place their distance, leverage against them was the last thing they wished to give Supervillain and Superhero both, lack of morality was something that very well united them, they were not to allow Hero to end in between.

The war would end, Villain promised themselves, and only once it was over they would apologise.

And alone, at last, they allowed themselves to cry.

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I did want to make it like cheesy, flustered-hero, but what can I say, I love drama.

I hope you like it :), I'm sorry it took so long :(.

Btw I really need to decide on a format, how does it look better?

[i-was-bored-so-this-happened]

Greensleeves Chapter Nineteen: Rabbit Heart

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Warnings: Alcohol consumption Wordcount: 3.8k

The tieflings celebrate their freedom to leave the druid grove. The adventurers try to cope with so many people at once - Xaph is faced with painful reminders of her family and her contract, Shadowheart seems to be going soft, Wyll is struggling with his identity and place in society and Gale has something important to tell Xaph

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The sun has almost completed its cycle. The children will be going to bed soon, but for now they make the most of their newfound freedom - to an extent. Some of them explore, but they don’t wander out of sight. Some of them play games with Scratch in the middle of the gathering, pulling adults out of their conversations to join them. Some of them, Mol’s gang, sit in a faraway corner, plotting. Camp has very deliberately been set up so that no one can see the grove, but they know it’s there. Just in case. The river tumbles by happily and the party’s tents become conversational centers. It’s no easy feat for the tieflings to relax, but most of them manage it. Lae’zel and Shadowheart scowling on the outskirts of the camp seem to be helping, somehow. Halsin is the only one of the druids permitted to join them, probably the only one who would want to. The younger children crawl over him, pulling at his hair until he shifts into the form of a bear and ambles around with them squealing delightedly on his back. Xaph holds a toddler on her hip, too young to balance herself on the bear’s back. The child has only seen one summer, the nubs of her horns not even visible through her hair yet. She blows a raspberry at Xaph, and Xaph returns the gesture. They find themselves meandering towards Shadowheart, who greets them with a rare smile,

“You’ve adopted another pet.”

“This is Eanis,” Xaph finds the child’s wrist and waves a chubby hand at Shadowheart, the baby’s skin a muted orange against her deep blue, “Say hello, muzz.” 

“What does that word mean?”

“Mouse. Common thing to call children, couldn’t tell you why.” Xaph shrugs. Shadowheart’s gaze moves from Eanis’ feet kicking into Xaph’s ribs and up to her friend’s face.

“You know who I never thought I’d find myself caring for?” she asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Desperate people. Refugees. Never gave them much thought. Certainly not this bunch. Yet we came through for them. We saved their lives. Odd.”

“Not so odd. We did the right thing.” Xaph is increasingly conscious of the horns on her head, unsure of what direction this conversation is drifting in.

“That’s more easily said by some than others. But we’re not here to debate right and wrong.”

“We did do the right thing.”

“I knew you’d say that. I’m not going to argue with you I just…I’m not sure if I can agree with you, quite.”

“It’s not very Sharran, is it, to rescue refugees?” Xaph asks, careful to keep her question soft. Shadowheart hums a noncommittal answer.

“Share some wine with me when they crack some bottles?” the half-elf asks instead.

“I might just take you up on that.” Xaph answers, and they nod at each other. Xaph leaves as Lae’zel approaches, and moves towards the fire pit, where Gale is bent over a deep pot and discussing ingredients with Okta. She’s grateful for the break, but not looking forward to on-the-road meals again. The older tiefling raises her arms to take Eanis off Xaph’s hands and coo at her. Xaph hovers a hand over Gale’s shoulder until he lifts it to push into her palm and as she sits beside him she runs her knuckles down his spine, putting just a little pressure into the touch to hopefully relieve.

“What’s cooking?”

“She asks as though she didn’t shoot the deer herself.” Okta laughs. It had been a stroke of luck, startling a good-sized buck just outside the grove.

“Halsin gave us enough vegetables to feed an army. We’ll do just fine.” Gale answers.

“You can tell he’s human. Scared of spice, this one.”

“He’s not scared, he’s smart. That’s a brain strain,” Xaph adds, indicating the wrinkly pepper Okta had tried presenting Gale with, “And he’s Waterdhavian, it’d melt his face off.”

“Aha!” Gale’s tone is triumphant, not accusatory, as he shakes a jokey finger at the older tiefling, “Though I resent the insult to my constitution.”

“Alright, try it then.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline while I’m cooking.” Gale lets her down gently, and it only makes Okta laugh harder when Xaph raises an eyebrow at him. Eanis giggles along even though she doesn’t understand the joke, lurching forward on Okta’s knees to try and get to the pepper the cook is holding high above her head. It’s a little hot for her one-year-old self.

“Feeling okay?” Xaph asks in Dwarvish, careful of Okta being so close and the other tieflings milling about as they please.

“Better,” Gale replies in kind, his face warm from the fire and the joking, “Though…I would like to speak with you. Privately. Later.” Dwarvish should allow him his usual eloquence. He’s picking and choosing his words very deliberately, but when Xaph’s head tilts to ask for more information he doesn’t give anything away.

“Alright.” Xaph agrees, and she’s rewarded with a quick flash of a smile that sparks warmth in her cheeks before they return to conversation with Okta. Tieflings and party members come and go, some to eat and some to talk, and the ring of people around the fire gets thicker as the sun gets lower. Shadowheart leaves her patrol to find a nearby log to sit on and a bowl of stew to nurse. Lae’zel stands behind her, still on guard. Karlach stays in the relative safety of her tent, but a group of five or six tieflings sit on the ground in front of her to talk to her without breaching her space.

A teenage tiefling approaches the fire, hand in hand with a young boy - Mirkon. She must be his sister, Eramas. They have the same curly hair.

“Hey!” Xaph smiles at them, “How are you doing, Mirkon?”

“A lot better,” his sister answers and though her words are positive her face is deeply lined with concern, “Thank you for finding him. I…I was so busy packing our things, I thought he was with Rikka…” she pulls her brother into her side in a squish of a hug, “Uhm, Mirkon wants to say thank you as well, don’t you?” With obvious reluctance, she drops her brother’s hand to let him step towards Xaph, who doubts that she’s let go of her brother since he’d been returned. The little boy is just about level with Xaph while she’s sitting cross-legged on the ground. He’s clutching parchment to his chest, and it’s a page of this he presents to Xaph. There are words scrawled on it, a short story littered with spelling mistakes like all children’s stories are. 

Once, there was a boy on a beech. He saw there was a harpie nest. He was a very good climer. he wantet to clime to the top and steel from the harpie nest. But the harpie was very mean. She sang a song and the boy forgot wat he was doing. But then an adventurer passsed by…

It’s a story about her. Her and Wyll and Astarion. Xaph has to blink rapidly to dissuade the burn of tears at the back of her eyes. When she’s finished with the story - and she spends more time on it than she needs to so he knows she’s actually read it - she folds it carefully into quarters and slips it into a tight pocket of her trousers.

“That’s beautiful, bug. And very, very kind. Thank you, Mirkon. Lots of people forget to say thank you, and I think this is the best thank you I’ve ever gotten.” Xaph tells him, very seriously. The child’s face splits into a smile and he flings his arms around Xaph’s neck in a hug. It takes Xaph a moment to react, but she hugs Mirkon to her. This is how her nephew hugs, wild limbs and untrained strength squeezing air from her throat and his curls getting in her eyes. She’s been surrounded by reminders of her family all day, seeing her nephew in the children, her sister in the adults, but this phantom-Aremon brings the burn of tears back to her eyes.

“He wrote one for each of you,” Eramas tells her, “He loves writing.”

“And he’s very good at it,” Xaph replies, successfully snapping her expression back into a smile when Mirkon pulls away from her, “You’re good at writing, and my wizard friend is good at cooking,” on cue, Gale produces bowls of food, “Sit with us. Eat, before Rikka sends you all to bed.” Mirkon sits in his sister’s lap while they eat, and Eramas leans into Xaph. Tieflings are tactile people, Xaph’s companions have learned, and every point of contact Karlach sees but can’t indulge in is another tiny needle prick. Gale turns concerned eyes on Xaph, drawing his eyebrows together just for a moment in a question. He’d felt the swish of sadness in the tadpoles. Xaph nods. Wyll is presented with his copy of Mirkon’s story and manages to get thanks out before he moves back into his tent without his own portion of food.

It’s not long after the sun has dipped below the horizon that the children start to flag. They’re herded together into a rough square of bedrolls and blankets and soft toys they try to hide from the others. Those who have family make their relatives sit with them until they fully fall asleep, distrustful of the outside world now it’s dark. A young bard, Alfira, plays a sweet lullaby and several other tieflings hum along to the familiar Elturian tune. Xaph and Karlach tell sanitised stories of goblins and gnolls, and Halsin rumbles through rambling tales of walking trees and talking fish. Slowly, the children settle. The tieflings are largely relieved from their duties over their young, leaving Halsin and a few parents behind with the more nervous kids. Alcohol is opened as soon as possible. Between the tiefling’s stash and what the adventurers have picked up, they could sink a ship. Or at least a fishing boat. 

***

A celebration. That’s truly what this is. As Zevlor had said, these people have had very few reasons to celebrate as of late. He has to say that dipping into Ethel’s potions is a bit much, but the purple and green liquids are easy to pick out among bottles of various spirits. Xaph snatches up the first bottle she finds and fully intends on wandering over to the blue tent where Gale is waiting, but…the green tent next to his is empty, and Wyll is nowhere to be seen. Xaph moves through the party, grinning at her fellow tieflings and talking to them when they initiate conversation - and catching one tiefling woman who has not built up a good tolerance yet - and finds him by the riverbank again. Alone. Head bent, horns high in the air.

“Wyll?”

“Hells. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice I was gone.”

“Of course I noticed,” Xaph stands beside him, not quite close enough to touch, and stares into the river with him, “No party without you.”

“I’m honoured,” Wyll isn’t trying to keep up the light tone of Xaph’s words, “In truth, I don’t feel in a festive mood, and I didn’t want to cast a grey cloud over the night.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“I’m a devil, Xaph,” he doesn’t look at her, “I love the people of the grove, but I unsettle them deep down,” he can’t see the frown that wrinkles Xaph’s brow, or the way her tail stills, “As I seem to unsettle everyone these days. You don’t want a devil at your party. Horns this sharp will pop the balloons, you see.” At this, Xaph steps in front of him and stoops so he has to look at her, then standing straight again.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I was travelling with the Brick of Frontiers,” Xaph scoffs, “Wyll, look around you! If anyone comes close to understanding what it feels like to be a devil topside, it’s us. It’s me. Karlach. Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor. Hells, Mol,” she should probably reach out to him here, a soft hand on his arm, or hug him like she did when they’d met Karlach, but she’s just seen the swirl of red-gold sparks in the long grass behind him and Korilla’s dark eyes glittering for a brief moment before they disappear. Raphael is keeping tabs. A real devil. Nothing like Wyll, nothing. And Xaph herself is trying so hard not to be like Raphael, “You don’t unsettle them, Wyll, you’re unsettling yourself. Listen, I get it if you want some time and you don’t feel like partying,” she presses her stolen bottle of as-yet-unidentified alcohol into his hand, “Maybe this’ll help. But tonight might be your best chance at understanding how to live like this. Like one of us.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Wyll admits, “You have been so far,” he sighs, and Xaph feels his eyes track the swirl of her horns, “But please, give me some time.” She’s lost. She wonders if he’ll still be standing here come morning, the only difference being an empty bottle. Xaph nods and tells him she’ll leave him be. He looks down at the bottle, opens it and sniffs, an indistinguishable expression crossing his face as he recognises it, “Baldur’s Grape.”

Xaph marches away through the long grass, stamping out any last traces of Korilla. Korilla. What reason would Raphael have for watching her here, now? He’s been watching her more closely over the last three or four years as she deviates more, that’s true, but this reminds Xaph why she hates being prey. She pauses in her march when Scratch bounds up to her, and she crouches to pet him and calm her mind. Regulating her breaths, she watches Rolan conjure lights for his siblings to laugh at and tease him for. He wants to become a wizard. He has an apprenticeship in Baldur’s Gate to get to. Maybe now he’ll make it. Wizard. Just past Rolan and his siblings is Gale, leaning back against the rock his tent is set up in front of and thumbing through a palm-sized book. He’s pretty. She has to tell him that. He’d wanted to talk to her. Privately. That could be a very good thing or a very bad thing. Scratch bounces away in Alfira’s direction as Xaph’s attention shifts. She stands and wipes her hands on her clothes to smooth them and tries not to overthink. She has to clear her throat to make him look up from the book, and the surprise that gives way to a smile softens her irritation at Korrila.

“A beautiful night, don’t you think?” he asks. Xaph tips her head back to look at the sky. The last vestiges of the sunset are gone, leaving them with the night sky. Blue-tinged in some areas, green in others.

“The stars are so clear.” She agrees.

“Nothing like a brush with destruction to make one appreciate the majesty of the celestial canvas,” forget being good at cooking, words are his domain, “It’s a view I would once have shared with my companion. Though definitely unaccompanied by such revelry. She preferred it when we were alone, curled up before a crackling hearth with some ancient, esoteric tome between us, ink glinting in the firelight.”

“Your…cat?” Xaph asks hesitantly, because if there’s one person she doesn’t want to hear about in this context it’s Mystra.

“By Ahghairon’s lost nose, no!” Xaph startles at the Waterdhavian curse, “Tara is not any cat. She’s a tressym. And given your confusion, I’m guessing you’ve never met one.”

“Excuse me,” Xaph laughs, “But for the entirety of our time travelling together you’ve referred to her as a cat, Mr of Waterdeep.”

“Do not tell her I did so,” Gale’s wagging his finger in her face now, in the same fashion he probably does when his cat - tressym - brings home still-wriggling mice, “They’re brilliant creatures, tressyms. Fine companions for any self-respecting wizard,” he loses some of the pompousness, eyes sliding past Xaph to watch a few tieflings pass behind her, “She’d be most impressed by our efforts saving these tieflings. Proud, even. And I’ve given her little to be proud of recently…” he wants to talk, Xaph can tell, so she doesn’t interrupt him. She shifts to more comfortably support her weight. With her back to the side of his tent, she’s perpendicular to Gale and can watch the line of his nose while he talks. For a party, there are a lot of serious thoughts floating just beneath the surface. Negative ones too. Xaph’s mind has done the same, and she’s starting to think she was too harsh on Wyll. Gale tells her about his self-imposed isolation. About Tara looking after him, treating him. Being his only real connection to the world.

“I set up enough wards to keep an army at bay, never mind the few colleagues who sought to inquire about my welfare,” Gale replies when Xaph can’t help but remark on how lonely he must have been. It’s bad enough to be on a long hunt, never mind in a trap of your own making, “Tara did her best to keep my spirits up, of course, but there’s only so much one tressym can make up for one’s entire social circle. And she was often gone seeking items to treat my condition.” Wizards thrive on connection, on debate, on learning from one another. It makes sense now, how he can’t quite seem to put the brakes on his words and talks and talks until someone else stops him. Why he likes to be in contact so much, always reaching out to touch an arm or sit close and press legs together or stand shoulder to shoulder, as though confirming the person he’s talking to is real. 

Xaph offers her hand in the hidden corner between them, between his tent and the rock he��s leaning against. He accepts, pressing his hand flat against hers with their fingers lined up perfectly. She changes the position so their fingers are properly slotted together and she crosses her other hand over her middle to find his arm. He’s rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and she lets her fingers curl up into the roll of fabric. She’s tempted to let her head fall forward against his, to let her tail wrap around his leg to let him feel as much as possible but it might be too much.

“You’re the first person I’ve spent any significant amount of time with in a year or more,” his voice drops into a low murmur with the admission, “Spending time in your company, I realise that I may have left behind the greater part of my wit, and sensitivity, in my tower.”

“You’re doing fine, sugar.” Xaph whispers. The endearment falls out all by itself.

“I’m glad. To know you enjoy my company is, well, it’s rather wonderful actually,” soft as featherdown. He turns his head and nudges just that little bit closer, “I’d be loathe to waste the time of someone who’s become rather important to me.”

“As you have to me,” Xaph tells him, “You’re not wasting my time,” eyes flick upwards and meet and there it is. Stolen. Sudden. Spark. “Tell me more about Tara.”

“You remind me of her somewhat. There’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity even in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds.” She wants to kiss him. Oh. That thought, that specific urge is new. No, no it’s not, if she admits it to herself.

“Flatterer.” Xaph says, pushing a finger into the dip of the inside of his elbow. He’s so good at being nice to other people.

“I wish she were here for me to make a formal introduction, but I would never ask her to undertake such a journey. She’s safer at home,” he manages to catch himself before his tone takes too much of a downturn, “Besides, she was always telling me I needed to spread my wings, so to speak. Find mortal friends, instead of hanging onto Mystra’s coattails. So that’s what I’m doing. I hope.” Gale’s thumb moves over her knuckles and that little space that contains their linked hands goes all fizzy. Xaph sucks in a breath and makes a clicking noise between her teeth,

“Bad luck on that front, I’m afraid,” the fizzy feeling grows and she feels her forehead bump against Gale’s, “I’m actually a nymph in disguise.” She doesn’t second-guess taking pride in making him laugh anymore. His breath smells of wine, but not the vinegary stuff the refugees have. He uses his camp cook privileges to snaffle away good alcohol when he can.

“Very funny, ranger, but as we all know, nymphs are sticklers when it comes to their bathing routines. You, my friend, haven’t been near a fresh spring in a tenday or more,” Gale tells her. Xaph’s mouth opens to retort - they haven’t exactly been staying in well-reputed inns with stone baths - but Gale beats her to it, “Not that I don’t appreciate your musk. I actually rather like it.”

“What have you been drinking?” Hells, but it’s made her giggle with the absurdity of it. No one’s ever called her smelly and then complimented her on it before.

“Purple Dragon Blush. I thought perhaps you’d like to try something from Cormyr after our discussion our first night in the grove. But I’ve drunk too much of it, and you not nearly enough.”

“Hand it over then.” Xaph says, and when she nods her head up the line of her nose slides against his. This is going to happen. She’s decided. Fuck Mystra. She can contemplate her own mortality later.

“Xaph.”

“Gale.” His eyes close for a moment that’s hardly bearable, but then he opens them again. And then he pulls back. 

“With my condition as volatile as it is, I fear any undue…uh, excitement, may tip it over the edge. So to speak.”

“Oh, shit.” Xaph tries to unlink their fingers but he won’t let her.

“Unfortunately for me, you are really quite exciting.”

“You can’t say shit like that. You’re being too nice,” Xaph tells him, and this time she manages to break contact. To prevent him from taking it as rejection, she presses a hand to his cheek, “Hey. Let me do a circuit, I want to talk to everyone. I’ll think of some nice things to say about you, and then I’ll come back and we’ll talk. Just talk. Would that be alright?” She can feel his smile in her hand when he gives her the shortest answer possible,

“Yes.”

[fallout-lou-begas]

ikroah is one of my favorite comics and gives me a ton of motive and inspiration to work on my own fnv comic. how did you originally start planning yours? were there times you felt unsure of your choice in plotlines but kept them in anyways? did you always know how it would end? sorry for all of the questions, i feel like a media reporter with the microphone in my hand, but the way you write is amazing

Awww thank you anon! I've been trying really hard not to feel guilty about how long it's been since the last issue (damn protestant work ethic) but I hope I don't keep you waiting too much longer. It's just that I have a disease called "i love my girlfriend" and managing my symptoms takes up a lot of my time.

Anyway, to answer your question, I started planning kind of loosely in the summer of 2020. I knew the hook and the tone that I wanted to go with, the thing about @ikroah that I was interested in making as an artist, and that I felt would make it uniquely interesting on its own merits to a reader: the initial vision for IKROAH was, to me, a "grounded" post-apocalyptic story about revenge starring a lesbian trans woman whose transness is not at all hand-waved by the setting, and whose personality traits (cowardly, vindictive, antisocial, incapable) emphasized her disempowerment. This intentionally put her somewhat at odds with a lot of other comic protagonists and character types that I saw a lot of at the time who were all mostly young, attractive, charismatic, and hyper-capable to the point where, like, wiping out Caesar's Legion single-handedly was almost a given. But I didn't want that for Agnes. I wanted Agnes to be scared, out of her league, and helpless almost all of the time. The power fantasy, queer found family, happy-go-lucky with occasional angst type of story just did not appeal to me at all. And hand-waving transness and transition and the difficulties therein ("why doesn't Agnes just let an Auto-Doc do magic transition surgery on her instantly and for free? why aren't there infinite hormones made from thin air?? why isn't the post-apocalyptic American wasteland a utopia where everybody's gay????") absolutely did not appeal to me at all. So part of the reason that I made IKROAH was because I had to cook my own food.

So that was the initial vision. I think that I had that, and I knew how it would end (I still do), and then I had some key plot points in the middle that I would script toward, and then I worked out the specifics as I scripted. Some key points would get revised, overhauled, or outright removed entirely over the course of scripting and outlining: I can't give it away just yet, but I had an initial plot point from when I first outlined the story of IKROAH in 2020 that got overhauled completely just a few months ago because I had a better idea that complemented the story that had become fleshed out around it. The parts of IKROAH Vol. 2 where Agnes is in Freeside went through numerous revisions and rewrites as I figured out exactly what Agnes was doing there on a character level and figured out exactly what I could convey about Agnes' relationships to other people there on a script level. Truthfully, all I can tell you is that I have always had a general idea about IKROAH's plot and individual plotlines (volumes), but the specifics are very subject to change, especially since I have had the whole story outlined for years which means I have had so much time to rethink certain decisions or directions the story goes, or to tweak certain parts of the outline to better fit what I've scripted and drawn and released.

If you're curious about the practical, production end of it, there's a peek at the outline and the scripts themselves here.

[ghooostzone]

i wrote at 2 am again

ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE POST UNDER CUT

MAJOR RELATIONSHIPS (story relevant)

Alec + Wayne: They’ve been together for almost a decade by now; they’re a really lovey-dovey type of married couple. Often not really in public though – Alec gets shy about physical PDA. As mentioned in their bios, Wayne is very flirty with Alec. He’s also really clingy and a bit too loud about his love sometimes. Alec sees his husband as one of the people who saved him and likewise Wayne sees Alec as the one who saved him, too.

When they first met, both of them were emotional wrecks – Alec even offered to kill Wayne. They ended up supporting each other well and came out of it with a healthier relationship. Though, Alec was super awkward when they started being an actual couple because he wasn’t used to the affection and couldn’t wrap his brain around someone being in love with him. Wayne has much more relationship experience than him.

They have a shared interest in different forms of art. They often cook together but Wayne’s sense of taste is off, especially with sugar (he can’t taste it well), so he’s prone to messing up. Alec helped Wayne learn how to fight.

To go more into detail about their meeting mentioned earlier: This happened while Alec was on his “death mission”. He ran into Wayne in a ghost town right as the other man had awoken as a vampire. Noticing how distressed and afraid he was, Alec said this: “If you want me to kill you I will. If you don’t want to die, then live. If you need time then you can travel with me and we’ll die together.” This strange way of reaching out was normal for Alec at the time. It’s his chosen method of pretending to be cold. Wayne took the offer to travel.

Deeper thoughts on them/ Author’s note: My main thing I want to show with them is just, a very very very powerful love. It was a love that shouldn’t’ve lasted long at all – the type that normally wouldn’t end healthily due to the circumstances it was born in. There are signs of that in how they can’t be apart; how Wayne’s vampiric urges are aimed towards Alec. But ultimately they’re helping each other and the people around them in more ways than even they realize with the push of this love.

Alec + Sam (warning for animal death) Most people never met Prince Samuel in person as he was confined to the castle. He had moments where he snuck out, though, which is how he had his first conversation with Alec. Samuel was in the middle of killing a rat, not understanding exactly why himself. The knight treated him not as royalty, not as unsettingling, but as a child. Gave him a simple lecture and washed the boy’s hands the same way he would've done with his niece. Alec’s understanding attitude made Samuel imprint on him immediately. Sneak-outs started happening more often. Alec would give him drawings, kickstarting Samuel’s interest in art as well as nature. They’d have casual conversations about “nothing” almost daily. And he’d call the boy “Sam”. So now Samuel was Sam. Sam knew about the rebellion plan, and when it partially failed, brought Alec to a secluded place to let the knight kill him in secret. The fact that a kid could even think of this idea devastated Alec, but Sam couldn’t understand why at the time. Of course, Alec would not do it. Sam would go on to save him from execution. Now, Sam has a room of his own in Alec’s house. “Samuel” has died and “Sam” can freely interact with people who care about him.

They mirror each other and can see that mirror clearly. Growing up mistreated, becoming standoffish and lacking affection as a result. Two people who saw themselves as tools. Two tools who believed they needed to die. They wouldn’t let each other die. Sam loves Alec to the point of risking his own life – you could call him a “doting son”. Alec doesn’t call him his son for various reasons, namely that he doesn’t think he deserves to be a dad. But Sam calls Alec his dad. He also likes copying his dad much to the man’s dismay. “Do as I say not as I do” doesn’t always work well with kids…

Alec + Miriam + Remmy All three were drafted as knights. Alec rebelled but Miriam and Remiel felt that they couldn’t. Unfortunately, this led to them being forced to fight each other almost to the death. Fortunately, none of them died. Each one has a lingering air of guilt among them regarding this for their own reasonings. Miriam’s guilt is particularly strong. Even though Alec makes it clear he forgives her, she can’t help feeling uneasy and cautious. She has no problem with continuing to work alongside Remmy, however.

Alec + Ezekiel Prior to the Queen’s death, they had only met in passing. Ezekiel was still with the church at the time. Many of it’s members regularly interacted with the knights to give prayers and medical attention.

One of Ezekiel’s only close colleagues is Phoebe, who directed him to Alec (or more like tossed the responsibility of dealing with Alec over to him) while the former knight recovered from injuries. He noticed Wayne wasn’t human and confronted Alec about it. Thinking he was the one dropping big news, Ezekiel was instead parried with: 1. Alec’s non-reaction 2. The reveal that Samuel was also living there. From then on they would work with each other.

Alec knew more about Ezekiel than the other way around due to how members of the church would gossip. Knowing the believer was trans gave Alec a sense of trust he normally wouldn’t have with any other stranger. Mutual understanding about their identities formed into a partnership too casual for the workplace.

Alec + Ty Alec’s empathy strikes again by accident, dude can’t stop making friends…! He’s patient with Ty which she appreciates greatly. Even though he jokes around, he doesn’t make her feel inadequate. Ty listens very intently to Alec but worries about coming off as annoying, or like she's putting him on a pedestal, since she knows he doesn't like that. Their relationship is sort of mentor-student, sort of friends. Ty reminds Alec of his sister. Alec seems to remind Ty of someone, but who was that again?

Ty + Orval Orval is meant to be watching over Ty as her actual mentor. That isn’t going well. Orval sees Ty as a weak, immature hunter and Ty sees Orval as an old fogey.

*Orval + Wayne Wayne has nothing against Orval but the old hunter certainly seems to have something against Wayne. The atmosphere gets very uncomfortable when it’s just the two of them.

Wayne + Sam At first, Sam didn’t actually like Wayne. He saw him as a threat to Alec’s safety. That threat level quickly diminished with the growth of their shared love of music. They now have a very deep understanding of each other. It would be easier to convey their relationship with a song, so here’s a song: Zelle OST - Zelle (ADV game Zelle ED theme)

*Wayne + Mellow, Velvet, Novalis, Celeste Mellow feels a connection to the main duo and finds themself confessing things to Wayne without understanding why. That’s the case with multiple of the non-human cast, though the rest know why they confide in Wayne. Velvet hopes he can manage to stay the way he is. Celeste’s loneliness disappears when he’s around. Novalis feels solace in meeting a demon he can reason with. And Wayne wants to help them all in whatever ways he can.

Spoiler Relationships Wayne + Velvet, Raw Siren Velvet does not want Wayne to become like her. Even though she’s lived this long avoiding killing humans, she doesn’t believe what she’s doing is truly sustainable. She has gone too far past what a normal vampire does and can no longer be satisfied with a small amount of blood. This causes her to worry she may have to kill Wayne when Dracula takes over. Siren also doesn’t want Wayne to become like him, in a different way. He was alive for so long that he lost himself. He couldn’t remember who he really was or why he was still wandering until Wayne made him remember. Siren asks Wayne to eat him, as he could no longer move on naturally.

Orval + Wayne Orval keeps drawing comparisons between his past partner Sycamore and Wayne. Due to what happened with Sycamore, he’s assumptious and resentful. The way Wayne clings to Alec, his wide smile, the look in his eyes – it all reminds Orval of Sycamore.

Orval + Sycamore They weren’t just work partners, they were inseparable. They relied on each other heavily for support to the point of being over dependent at times, not too unlike how Alec and Wayne were. Sycamore trained Orval on how to use a weapon. Orval became a hunter because Sycamore was a hunter. The latter’s death absolutely devastated the former.

Young Orval actively wanted to ignore the fact that his partner was no longer human – even dismissing the other man’s attempts to talk about it. Sycamore was so focused on doing what he saw as necessary for his studies and Orval's improvement that he stopped holding himself back. His protectiveness became warped. It all snowballed into the worst possible outcome. Now much older, the sole surviving hunter feels constantly haunted.

[balteren]

shut the door, take a seat - task one.

Scanning the room, Nell made a point of taking in her surroundings as she walked towards the interrogator. She sat carefully, hopefully giving the appearance of a clueless lady-in-waiting with nothing to hide. The room was dry and warm, but there was no water on the table, and none had been offered. With any luck, that was a sign this would be quick and easy.

@theopulenthq

Hello, can you please tell me your name, country, && what role you provide your court?

“I am Eleonora Adlerberg.” Nell said, crossing her ankles and setting her hands in her lap. She’d normally ask to be called by her nickname, but had a sneaking suspicion that formality was her greatest weapon in this interview. “I am a lady-in-waiting for Princess Evelyn and Princess Joanna of Scotland, but-“ Her throat closed slightly at the end of her sentence. She cleared her throat, hoping the interrogator didn’t notice her hesitation. “But Sweden is my home. My father is Count Gustaf Adlerberg.” Venom seared the back of her throat at the thought of his name, but she ignored it. 

And who do you believe to be your closest allies, either nations or individuals? Do you trust your allies?

“Well, I certainly owe a great debt of gratitude to the Scottish crown. They have welcomed me into their court and shown me nothing but kindness. My mother was Scottish, so I naturally have a great affection for the country.” She uncrossed her ankles, but immediately crossed them again. “I am, of course, loyal to the Swedish crown. I stand to inherit my father’s estate and will one day be Countess, but he is a healthy man. God willing, he will live many, many more years.” She lied. The thought of her father as an elderly man brought forth a wave of anger, and she caught herself before her hands balled into fists, but cursed her cheeks for turning a light shade of pink. Perhaps they will blame the blush on her nerves. 

Ah, yes, I see… how about your enemies, then. Who do you not align yourself with, and why?

Nell held back a laugh, but allowed herself a playful smile. Surely they weren’t expecting to get any real answers to this question. Who would reveal their hand so easily, with nothing to gain? She turned the word “enemy” around in her head. “You’ll forgive me if my answer is very boring, but to my knowledge, I have no enemies. I suppose I would not align with anyone who would wish my family or the princesses harm, but if those people exist they have not made themselves known to me.”  

Interesting. Do you have a personal vendetta against any of the courts, or even individuals, here?

Nell had been nursing a personal vendetta, feeding it daily and letting it grow, but there was no reason for the Mughal Court to be aware of that. Putting on a face that hopefully made her appear stumped by the question, she finally nodded and answered in a lowered voice. “There is a cook in Scotland who seems to have something against me. Anytime I ask for a cup of tea, it arrives to me half-warm and always with too much cream. Meanwhile, Karolina’s tea is always perfect. I don’t have a personal vendetta against him, but I don’t like him very much.” She admitted, only half-joking. Nell had adjusted to the tepid tea, and when she was offered tea at the Mughal palace she took a sizable gulp and had to bite her cheek to stop herself from yelping in pain. The middle of her tongue was still sore from the burn. 

What are your thoughts on the mysterious deaths in so many royal families?

“It’s horrific. I hope that whoever is responsible is brought to justice. No one should have to experience the loss of a loved one.” The walls started closing in, just like they always did when she thought too hard about the death that was haunting so many royal families. Grief sat like a snare in her chest, threatening to snap shut at any moment. It would close on her without warning some nights, and she was reduced to a small animal, trapped and desperate, willing to gnaw off a limb to stop the pain. Her heart was half scar tissue at this point. 

How do you feel about the system of monarchy as a whole?

Squinting slightly, Nell thought about her answer carefully. Truthfully, she was growing slightly wary of the idea. Power in the wrong hands could destroy civilizations, and monarchy gave power to whoever was lucky enough to win a genetic lottery. She couldn’t say that, but surely the interrogators wouldn’t expect an anti-monarchist to speak so freely about their thoughts in an interview about dead monarchs. So what end did this question achieve? Nell couldn’t tell, but she needed to give an answer eventually, so she spoke. “It is the best option we have. It has worked for centuries, and it has worked well. I can’t imagine why anyone would ever want to try anything else.” 

So, what would be your best theory as to what is going on, then?

“I was convinced it was all coincidence, although the fourth death has… shaken that belief.” This was the first time in the interview that she had been entirely honest. Death spares no one, not even those who were ordained by heaven, but it was becoming clear that this was likely something greater than chance. “It is not my place to speculate, I don’t have all the facts. I suppose that will be your job, now.” 

Thank you for your time. Is there anything else you’d like to add, anything else that would be useful to the investigation?

“No, I don’t believe I do. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” She dropped into a polite curtsey and left the room, unsure what impact her interview could possibly have on the investigation. She was sure of one thing, and one thing only: she desperately needed fresh air and a very large glass of wine.

[ducknotinarow]

[SF Mikey Von uwu]

"Good morning sunshine," Yvonne greets, over friendly, "I'm Yvonne, the girl Donatello has been arguing with on Twitter for a good while now - he brought me home last night so we could 'talk'."

She couldn't recall seeing the orange banded Turtle last night, even when Don was rushing her to his bed, the needy devil he was. Then again, she was too busy focusing on Don to really care about anyone else in the lair at that time. Smiling, hair still a mess, but make up cleared up, she tilts her head,

"You must be Mikey, Raphael mentioned when speaking to him earlier," She tells him, "Said we need to tell Don off for not telling you that he had company," Yvonne laughs softly, "I hope you don't mind having another mouth to feed, Raphael invited me to stay, besides, would be rude for me to leave without telling Donnie goodbye after last night - don't you agree?"

| Muse Interaction

Mikey soon could feel the sky seemed to wake up beyond the layers of concrete, brick and asphalt that layered just over all their heads in their hide away home. His sky blue eyes slow to open in that nice fog of sleep still hanging over his head it was only a matter of seconds before his body became far more alert. Smile to his beak as he sprung up from his bed bag chair, that he made up to be his own bed. Grabbing at his mask before he went and grabbed at the comic he had been in the middle of reading the night before. He was so sucked into the story he knew it was going to get good! Once the orange fabric was safe and secure around his eyes he went to make way to the kitchen. Mikey normally got Splinter watch duty after Leo since he rose up earlier and depending on how Splinter was feeling he was either the one to cook or Mikey. Well it was mostly Mikey anymore not because Splinter didn't want to. Nah Splinter loved to cook for them mainly his famous Noodle surprise dish.

Mikey just took to the cooking as they grew up since he spent so much time in the kitchen with Splinter. Claiming he was always hunger. It was more he was bored and not so much a lack of food or need for more as a growing mutant turtle. Eventually Raph and Don would be rolling out of bed themselves. If Don went to bed of course that is. Don hadn't been working on any projects though? It been a bit since he touched anything hands on. He seemed far more invested in his Twitter account if anything. Hmm something sweet to start the day should be a good idea then. Help the sour taste Don would have in his mouth after all. Funny considering when Mikey got caught up in his own that was apparently different from Don's need to argue with some other user.

Of course, Mikey was aware he followed Don after all so he saw their post here and there. He never understood ANYTHING they posted about but he always gave it a like. For support. But ever so often this one account would soon been on the comments and back and forth the would go in the comments. It was something near amazing that anything could tears Don's attention off wanting to fix whatever needed to be fixed or worked on. And offered Mikey chances to be a pain as he was as the youngest sibling telling Don he shouldn't be on his phone during meal times. Getting Splinter to return the sentiment when he joined them the same excuse that he was doing some important. Yeah sure, more like Don had a need to prove he was right. Sure is funny if he really didn't like talking to that other user he could just block them. Why Mikey followed her to. Just see Don being just bad commenting on their stuff. The science talk went over his head but he did kind of eat the internet drama up. Tone in text sometimes can be hard but Mikey was sure he could hear it loud and clear.

Comic spanned open as he walked towards the kitchen only time his coordination could be consider good as he went about the card boards with ease. Pulling out a bowl, a spoon, the per mix batter. Fridge popped open to snag some eggs to add in along with some oil, and a bit of the villain extract April got for them. Along with a bit of Cinnamon as well. Little tricks to make the batter taste better and of course milk over water as well. Sure all you had to do was add water and cook them up that way. If you like your pancake flat and tastless that is. OR you could make them good with out throwing in a bunch of needless sugar for 'taste'. Not that should stand much ground since Mikey himself like to top his own stacks with a Diabetics nightmare of sugary toppings.

Pan was set to the stove as he waited for that to warm up he went back to his comic book. Eyes were so fixed on the art and scene the current artist had quickly become his favorite. Drew the characters so well even when they got smaller in panels with more actions the expressions could be read.

"Good morning sunshine,"

A manly sqeual escapse the orange banded turtle as his comic fell from his hold. Landing into his pancake batter mixture spoon flying out and splattering across the, well everything it could cover as it flew over to land on the ground. Mikey whipped around hand over his heart eyes held wide seeing he wasn't the only one here. The only reason he didn't out right scream for help or throw the ruined batter at the intruder was because Raphael was standing near by lookong pretty amused as he returned to texting on his cell.

"I'm Yvonne, the girl Donatello has been arguing with on Twitter for a good while now - he brought me home last night so we could 'talk'."

Well he understood what she was saying he also didn't. Not because her British accent was thick or anything just mkre his brain hadn't fully recovered from the little jump scare he had dealt with just know.

All he understood was there was a strange mutant in his kitchen. But Raphael was nearby, so she wasn't someone to be scared of. He just needed the rest of himself to catch up on this fact. Mikeu always just felt a tad bit safer when the graud dog of the family was around. Mikey was pretty sure he went to his room early last night after getting his latest issues of comics he read to he pasted out so he wouldn’t have noticed if anyone new came in let allow been escorted in by one of his brothers.

"You must be Mikey, Raphael mentioned when speaking to him earlier,"

Mikey offered a nod, as he felt himself slowly claiming back down. Thinking for a moment on what she was saying as if here words were on a delay to his own ears. Might as well be.

"Said we need to tell Don off for not telling you that he had company,"

"Wait..Donnie?" Oh she mentioned that actually right? Looking back to Raphael who snorted at the mention of Don's name. Mikey wasn't following tilting his head. He watch Raphael look back up at him.

"They joined forces last night."

Mikey blinked before he started to really understand. Honestly there was so many times Mikey wanted to drop a gif of 'just fuck already' in the middle of one thier threads between each other. Guess they took the suggestion anyway.

"I hope you don't mind having another mouth to feed, Raphael invited me to stay, besides, would be rude for me to leave without telling Donnie goodbye after last night - don't you agree?"

"Yeah Raphs pretty good at getting company to come over." And with that mention alone? Mikey seemed to click into what was going on here at last. Smile a little himself now. "Oh of course, ya knkw guy don't sleep often either it's a real problem. So may be out till Dinner time. But that's fine like I said we don't get Ned people around much and Splinter and Leo will wanna meet Donnies online friend to. He talks about you all the time after all." And off to a good start.

Mikeys whips back around fishing his poor comic out from the bowl luckily it wasn't ruined as he eaily wiped the batter clean of the pages and tossed the bowl into the sink. "Gonna call for an extra big breakfast! So it'll take much longer but if Donnie boy ain't up by then we'll just enjoy lunch later and than dinner too. She'll well call it a early week movie night too if we gotta." In other words Donatello was going to be facing the music sooner or later as Mikey was being loud on purpose as he spoke up.

Mikey new bowl in the works as he moves to look back at Von. "I actually follow you on Twitter I'm the OwOsunnyflowerOwO." Mikey happy to point out. "So I see all of your and Don's arguments so glad to see you patch up and be 'friends' though." He smirks a little "since it's gonna take a bit wanna tell me how that all went down? By chance?"