#we also followed them back to their house after

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Alfred knows Danny from long ago during his secret service days. He always found the other odd, but his company was enjoyable enough to overlook. They were friends for a short while. Danny even saved his life once or twice. However, despite their trust in each other, they didn’t keep in touch. It was like Danny disappeared and he never heard from the jolly man again. That is until Danny showed up at the Wayne manor decades later looking the same as when they parted ways carrying the daughter he talked so much about.

Danny stood on the front porch with a toddler Ellie in his arms. She’s been behaving wonderfully. The new environment gave her curious self something to look at and distract her from a tantrum.

He rings the doorbell awkwardly with her in one arm and a bag of supplies resting on his shoulder.

If things were any different he wouldn’t be here, but he’s got to do what he’s got to do even if it’s the last scenario.

Footsteps can be heard on the other side before it opens to reveal a boy in sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s a little warm for the summer and Danny expects they have an expensive electric bill for this large place.

The kid, Damian Wayne he remembers, scowls. He gives Danny a once over with narrowed eyes.

“How’d you get through the gate?” Damian demands.

Danny blinks and adjusts Ellie on his hip.

“I walked of course.” Damian grows even more suspicious and Danny decides to change the subject. “I’m Danny. Danny Fenton. And this little monster is Ellie. Want to say hello, Ells?”

Ellie looks at Damian for all of three seconds before losing interest.

“No.”

Danny sighs. Yea, he was expecting that answer. It’s her favorite word at the moment.

“Why are you here?” Damian asks.

Straight to the point then.

“I’m looking for Alfred Pennyworth. Is he around? It’s urgent.”

“What is it concerning?” Damian straightens his spine to appear taller but it doesn’t change the head difference.

Danny sets Ellie down on the brick when she won’t stop squirming to be let down. She doesn’t waste a moment wandering away to investigate her surroundings. Damian raises a brow while watching her.

“I’m cashing in that favor he owns me.”

That got the boy’s attention. He studies the adult for a moment before opening the door wider for the both of them to enter.

Danny manages to wrangle Ellie into the house with Damian’s judgmental gaze following them. The bag had slid down to his elbow when he bends down to hold Ellie’s hand to steady her.

It’s as Damian is closing the front door that a man comes around the corner in a butler uniform. The same man he was looking for.

Alfred freezes after registering who was in front of him. The older of the two sighs heavily. Shoulders back and chin high, as expected he approaches this situation with a level head and posh dignity.

“Daniel,” addresses Alfred. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Danny cringes. He really should have called with a warning but there wasn’t time. He also always hated it when Alfred refused to use Danny’s preferred nickname, a sort of teasing that was consistent. If Alfred was anything, he’s stubborn enough to do what he wants and get away with it.

“Sorry, Alf. Next time for sure.” Danny sends a cheeky grin that doesn’t impress anyone. He glances over at his daughter to see her trying to touch the expensive looking vase on a side table.

“Ellie!” He dashes over to pull her away which immediately starts a struggle war and fussing. He knows if he lets this continue it will turn into a full blown tantrum.

“That’s not ours, we can’t touch it without permission.” She whines in frustration. “Do you want to ask if it’s okay to touch? Gently?”

Ellie thinks about it a second before looking up at him. Danny nods in understanding and turns her a bit to look at the two spectators.

“Toush?” She asks with an adorable chubby arm raised to point at the vase.

“Are you going to break it?” Damian asks with folded arms.

“Master Damian, I’m sure that’s not her intention.” Alfred turns with a smile back to Ellie. “That vase is fragile. Can you be very careful?”

Obviously her answer is a confident nod of the head and immediately trying to reach out again. Danny helps to lift her and hold her wrist steady.

She pets the vase like a kitten, feeling the raised edges of the design with her little hand. After a few long moments Danny pulls her away to set her on his hip like before, earning an annoyed huff in his direction for his efforts.

“Very good, Ellie. I knew you could do it.”

She hides her face in his shoulder and he takes the opportunity to send a look at Alfred. The older man understands immediately and inclines his head before turning to walk further into the house.

“It was nice meeting you,” Danny shoots Damian before following Alfred to what appears to be a parlor a few rooms away.

“I shall fetch some tea.”

Danny shakes his head as he sits.

“No time. I’m in a rush.”

Alfred eyes him up and down before gingerly sitting in the armchair across from him.

“Yes, so I have noticed.”

In other words, spill your guts for abruptly intruding like you have.

“Something…urgent has come up-“

“I assumed as much.”

“-and I know how good you are with kids-“

“Daniel, you cannot expect me to-“

“You owe me,” Danny says firmly. Alfred leans back at the reminder. He knows Danny would never hold that over his head without a good reason. “I have no one else to go to, to look after her. I normally would just take her with me, but I- it’s gotten dangerous. Too dangerous for her.”

He looks to Alfred with desperate eyes. Ellie tries to squirm out of his arms, which reflexively tighten securely around her middle. He can see the dark bags under the younger eyes.

Alfred sighs.

“How long?”

Danny sags and Ellie slips out of her father’s arms as soon as the chance presented itself. Alfred would need to keep a close eye on her in the future.

“A week, two, three tops.”

Alfred sends an unimpressed look and Danny cringes but doesn’t redact his statement.

“Anything I need to know?”

Danny looks down at the hastily packed diaper bag like it had all the answers.

“We’re kind of in the middle of potty training so I threw in some pull ups but those will go quick. She hates carrots. Won’t go to sleep without a bedtime story. Don’t give her any sugar after four or she’ll turn into a monster. Oh, and her powers are coming in so I packed a shield for at night.”

Alfred raises a single eyebrow.

“Could you be more specific?”

Danny waves it off like it was no big deal.

“Just the normal stuff. Invisibility, intangibility, and flight. It’s all very weak and sporadic right now. Keep calm until she figures it out on her own. She’s just learning.”

“So you are leaving a child in my care for an unknown amount of time, a child that can disappear, walk through walls, and fly. Anything else?”

Danny rubs the back of his neck guiltily.

“Why do you always have to make everything sound so…” He sighs heavily, glancing over at Ellie who has managed to take every blanket out of the basket in the corner and crawled in to make a nest out of the materials. He smiles fondly.

“I’ve probably forgotten something, but I know you can handle it. You can take care of her.”

Danny then stands and pulls out a piece of paper, handing it over.

“My number is at the top in case of emergencies. Her favorite stuffy is in the bag, she won’t sleep without it. Her favorite word right now is ‘no’. I wrote down anything I could think of, which you probably can’t even read my chicken scratch…”

Alfred gently takes the paper from his hand and Danny slowly makes his way to the messy corner.

“Hey, Elles,” he says softly, far softer than anything Alfred has heard from him. Usually he was a rambunctious, jovial loudmouth, but right now he was hesitant. Prolonging the farewell they both know needs to happen with how urgent this mysterious problem was.

Ellie looks up for a moment before going back to maneuvering her fort.

“I gotta go away for a while. Alfred here will be watching over you while I’m gone, okay?”

That got her attention. For a child that young, she knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what. And now her dad, her protector, was leaving.

“No.”

Danny folds his lips together, expecting the response but still not ready to go through the hard part of leaving.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. I am, but I have to go. I’ll be back when I’m finished.”

“No!”

Danny sighs and reaches in to pull her into his arms. She fights him valiantly, but he was stronger and bigger.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I promise.”

They might as well have been empty words for the lack of effect it had on the struggling toddler. Danny sways with her for a few beats until he gets an idea.

“Danielle, look.”

He makes sure she’s watching as he creates a loop of ice, infused with his ectoplasm and therefore, his signature.

“Hold out your hand,” he coax.

She does so with a sniffle and he gently moves the glowing green ghost ice around her wrist to make an indestructible, unmeltable bracelet. He shrinks it until he’s sure it won’t fall off and won’t be too tight either.

“There. Now you have a piece of me wherever you go. Even when we’re far apart.”

She pointedly doesn’t look at him.

“I love you, Ellie. I’ll be back soon.”

He kisses her forehead, breathes in her soft scent, and turns to Alfred. The older man is watching carefully and makes his arms available for a new passenger.

With a deep breath Danny hands her over, Ellie immediately starts whining and tears fall from her eyes.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. Alfred here is a mighty warrior. He’ll keep you safe. I trust him.”

He does his best to wipe away her tears but he has to physically step away when she reaches for him. Instead he looks to Alfred.

Alfred holds her securely and nods in assurance.

“Not to worry. Danielle and I will be too busy to notice your absence.”

Danny smiles at the effort but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He can’t resist petting her head one last time, her pigtails in disarray, and wiping her tears from her cheeks.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he promises, marking it with another kiss to her head before backing away again. He looks at Alfred sending his gratitude without words. Alfred accepts it with a slight incline of the head. Danny nods once and leaves before he can’t.

The door opens and the young boy from earlier stumbles back with a glare to hide his embarrassment.

“Master Damian-“

Danny holds up a hand to stop Alfred. Of course the boy would eavesdrop, what did either of them expect?

The young father leans down to get eye level with Damian, looking him straight in the eye with seriousness. Damian straightens at the attention.

“It’s very important Ellie is safe and occupied while I’m away. It would mean a lot to me if you would help Alfred do that.”

Damian folds his arms.

“What would I get out of that useless goal?”

“What would you want?”

“Daniel, Master Bruce would not-“

“A knife,” Damian interrupts. “Not just any knife though. It has to be special.”

Danny hums in thought, studying Damian for a moment, almost making the boy squirm.

“Deal.”

He holds out his hand and Damian shakes it after a second of hesitation. Danny nods to the boy, then nods to Alfred, and he’s finally out the door making a portal as he walks from the gentle breeze of outside to the chill of ectoplasm, transforming into his kingly attire as he crosses the threshold.

The GIW had a lot to answer for and he couldn’t hold his subjects back any longer. The United States had declared war against the Infinite Realms and he would be the one to answer.

[moonastrogirl]

Astrology and neurodivergence

Have you ever wandered if astrology can tell if someone is neurodivergent ? Well it surely can.

For instance neurodivergent people’s mind is always all over the place but they also are really good at problem solving and the more complex the issue is the easier it is for them to solve it. Yet they kinda struggle to work efficiently in their daily life or follow through daily deadlines. (This doesn’t apply for those who can and are great at organising their daily life).

If their mind works differently, it’s best to look at the planets which rule the mind and the sign that rules it. The moon and mercury both rules over the mind and the thoughts. Aries is the sign which rules the brain and the head and the ruler of Aries is the planet Mars. Aries also rules over the first house.

Now in a chart, we gotta analyse the position, the strength and the aspects to moon, mercury, mars, 1st house and Aries house.

Here are some aspects which will tell if someone is neurodivergent :

Moon conjunct or aspect NN/Rahu or SN/Ketu

Moon conjunct or aspect a retrograde planet

1st house lord in retrograde motion

Mercury in retrograde motion

Mars conjunct or aspect a retrograde planet

A retrograde planet aspect Aries house

Lots of retrograde planets in the chart

Pisces moons (especially Sidereal Aquarius moons)

Neptune and Uranus aspecting 1st house, ascendant lord, mars or moon

Why retrograde planets ? Because they make us go inward, channeling our own energy, being introspective. A lot of neurodivergent are introverts, they live in their own little world and only share it with those who align with them. They create their own ideas too making them great inventors and innovators in their field of work.

Why Uranus and Neptune? Because they create an out of this world kinda way of thinking, futuristic, extraterrestrial. These planets make someone get interests into all that is subcultures and also trying new things. Really being outside the norm whether through their thoughts/expansion/knowledge/beliefs (Neptune which is the energy created after the mastering of Jupiter) or through their actions/innovations/ideas (Uranus which is the energy created after the mastering of Saturn).

Being a neurodivergent is a superpower embrace it if you are one. Much love and thank you for reading me ❤️

If you have more aspects related to being neurodivergent you can comment and I’ll add them. 💛

It’s been a long time I haven’t posted anything I was really busy happy to be back 😁💚

[wafflefries13]

Go For It, Jamil!

Summary: Scarabia hears their Vice-House Warden has a crush and are a little too enthusiastic to help out.

AN: I really like the idea that the dorm mob loves their wardens and vice wardens. It makes me think of the tsum event where all of Savanaclaw was in tears because they thought Leona got turned into a little burrito plush, lol.

I got Omar and Babkak from the Aladdin Broadway musical. There's also a Kassim there but I thought it sounded too close to Kalim so just kept it to the two of them.

Warnings: Pining. Apparently I'm really into that.

Spring had come to Night Raven College. With the blossoming trees, chirping birds, and returning sunshine, one thing everyone could count on was Kalim’s annual Welcome Spring party. Of course, he also had a Welcome Autumn, Welcome Winter, Welcome Summer, Farewell End-of-School-Year, Beginning of School, Halloween, New Year's Eve and Day, basically anything party. The difference here was that there were generally more flowers. 

“And we can have the cherry blossom trees around the entrance of the courtyard!” Kalim was saying. Jamil dutifully followed behind him by a few steps, taking down notes for the numerous things they would need to order. “That way when the wind blows the petals will swirl everywhere and it will be super pretty!” 

“MmHmm,” Jamil muttered, only halfway paying attention. 

“And I was thinking the food should be fruit-themed. Blueberries, strawberries, plums, apricots, rhubarb - is rhubarb a fruit? It’s sweet but it’s like celery, right? Cause it grows in the ground in a stalk?” 

“It’s a vegetable.” 

“Oh, and pastels! I can get bolts of silk and we can have them hanging from the ceiling in panels and string beads between everything.”

“Sure.”  

“And it’ll be the perfect backdrop when you confess to (Y/N)!” 

Jamil nearly tripped over his own feet. Both of them froze at the sound of a shattering pot. Looking up, Jamil felt dread build in his stomach as a wide-eyed first-year stared at the two of them, obviously having overheard Kalim’s (obviously totally ridiculous) announcement. There was a broken flower pot at his feet. 

“I-Uh-” The first-year stuttered. “Sorry, I’ll get a broom.” He dashed off like his feet were on fire. 

Jamil sighed. The last thing he needed right now were rumors swirling around. “Kalim, what are you talking about?”

Kalim blinked at the retreating student before looking back at Jamil with a beaming smile. “(Y/N)! It’ll all be super romantic, right? And spring’s a time for new beginnings. We’ll have a string quartet and I’ll set up a gazebo with hanging lanterns and you can take her hands and look her in the eyes and say-” 

“Okay, okay, okay!” Jamil quickly said, clapping a hand over Kalim’s mouth before another eavesdropper got the wrong idea. “You have way to clear an image of all this.” 

“Of course! I think it’ll make a great story for your wedding!” 

Jamil heard a gasp. He turned just in time to see the first-year from before ducking behind the corner with another in tow. 

Yup. There was the headache coming. 

“Kalim,” Jamil said, measuring his words as steadily as he could. “I’m not going to confess anything to (Y/N).” 

Kalim pouted. “Aww, why not?” 

“Because I don’t have feelings for her.” 

“What? Of course you do!” 

“I promise I don’t.” 

“Don’t worry, she’ll definitely say yes.” 

“That’s not the problem here.” Jamil sighed. “Look, I get that you have good intentions, but you don’t need to go overboard and be involved in everything. We talked about this, remember? The whole thing about boundaries?” Actually, (Y/N) had mediated that conversation a few days after Jamil’s Overblot. Is that why Kalim had become convinced they had some sort of romantic attraction? Because talking about feelings must lead to the extreme of those feelings? 

Kalim looked chastened, a certain wet puppy dog look that would make most people fold instantly. Jamil was not most people. “Right, I remember. I just…” Jamil waited for Kalim to continue, silently hoping he would just drop it. “I want you to be happy, you know? And I think you’d be really happy with (Y/N)!” 

Jamil looked at Kalim sideways. “It’s more of a two way street, you know.” 

“Well, yeah, but (Y/N) likes you too!” 

Jamil tripped over his own feet again. He felt a strange kind of dread at the way his heart skipped a beat as a warm feeling flooded his chest. 

“She-what-Where did you hear that?” 

Kalim shrugged, smiling coyly. “I can tell. Just like how I can tell you like her.” 

“I don’t,” Jamil said firmly. 

Kalim held up his hands in surrender. “I hear you! Boundaries! I won’t mention it again.” He added under his breath, “Even if I think you two would be really cute together.” 

“I heard that.” 

*

Behind them, hidden in the long shadows of the Scarabia hallways, a cluster of students were beginning to plot. 

*

The next day, Jamil was taking some time to relax between classes. Well, as much as he could relax. Mostly his thoughts were occupied jumping between organizing for the Welcome Spring party, creating a mental schedule of what school projects were do when, planning what he would make Kalim for lunch for the next week-

“Jamil!” 

He turned to see (Y/N) waving at him. He felt his heart start thumping rapidly in his chest. Stop it, He thought. I can’t let Kalim get in my head like that. 

“Hi,” She said, coming up to him. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Not really. Just saw you over here stuck in your own head again.” She elbowed him playfully. Jamil felt himself smile without realizing it and quickly schooled his features to a more serious expression. “Want to take a break? I snagged these cookies from Sam’s. Tomorrow’s the expiration date so I got them on sale.” 

Jamil wrinkled his nose. “Is it worth it?” 

(Y/N) shrugged, taking a bite of a cookie. “It’s in the budget. You know, whenever Crowley actually decides to pay me.” 

“You know, if you’re ever short on food you can always come to Scarabia. If Kalim’s not throwing another party with a buffet I can get you something. I always make extras for Kalim, anyway.” This was not entirely true. Jamil had had practically his entire life to get used to cooking for Kalim, and it was only recently that he had started making larger batches, packaging them up to deliver to a certain magicless prefect who’s nutritional health he definitely didn’t worry about.  

(Y/N) smiled and offered him the cookie bag. “You look after everyone all the time, don’t you?” 

Jamil smiled back and took a cookie. They sat in an alcove in the hallway, chatting about nothing of significance. Jamil told a story about how Floyd had insisted Jamil teach him how to spin on his head during basketball practice and (Y/N) told him stories of her recent trip to Harveston, Epel’s hometown, and the sled race against the surprise Royal Sword Academy students. 

Jamil saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but whatever it was disappeared before he could catch it. “Sorry, what did you say?” 

“Oh, about the stuffed animals. Sebeck won’t admit it, but I think he still has his squirrel plush in his room. I don’t think it’s magic anymore but it is really cute.” 

Jamil heard the drag of a bow on strings and looked around. 

(Y/N) frowned. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.” 

Jamil shook his head. “No, sorry, I’m fine. I thought I heard-” 

Music started to pour around them. Although it was the calming, one might almost say romantic, type, they both still jumped at the sudden noise. Jamil jumped up, looking around, and took a hit of sunflower petals directly to his face. 

“Omar!” Someone hissed. “Be careful!” 

“Sorry, Babkak,” A voice squeaked back. 

Wait, Jamil knew those voices. He whipped around the corner, seeing a group of Scarabia first-years. Several formed a string quartet, softly playing music. The other two had a bucket of flower petals, one of them throwing handfuls in the air while the other directed a zephyr spell to blow them across the hallway. The two froze with wide eyes at the sight of their Vice-House Warden. 

“What,” Jamil said, voice steely and arms crossed. “Are you doing?” 

The string players looked nervously at each other but continued to play. Omar gapped like a codfish. Babkak stood up straight with a confident smile. “We’re setting the mood!” 

“What mood?” “For your confession!” 

Oh. Oh, no. Now Jamil realized how he recognized them. Babkak was the one who dropped the flower pot yesterday and Omar was the one he had dragged with him to eavesdrop. They must have heard what Kalim had said yesterday about him and (Y/N) and taken the wrong idea. And, Jamil justified to himself, it was definitely the wrong idea. 

“Jamil?”  

Jamil turned so fast the first-years were momentarily worried about whiplash. (Y/N) stood at the corner, looking curiously at the impromptu band and flowers. Behind him, Jamil could hear them hastily whispering to each other to keep playing and trying to get the effect of floating flower petals just right. 

“Something going on?” She asked. 

“No!” Jamil said, perhaps a little too quickly. “They were just leaving.” He glared at the first-years. “After they clean this up.” 

(Y/N) took a step forward. Jamil felt his mouth go dry as she reached up and plucked a few stray yellow petals from his hair. “Is this for a botany project or something? Kind of romantic, huh?” 

Jamil felt his face burn with embarrassment. 

“No!” Jamil said, at the same time Babkak said, “Yes!” 

“Okay,” (Y/N) said, rolling closed the half-full bag of cookies. “Well, I should probably get going. I need to see what kind of trouble Grim has gotten into while I was gone. I’ll see you later, Jamil.” She waved to him and then the first-years. 

“What made you think this was a good idea?” Jamil asked, trying very hard not to yell, when (Y/N) was out of earshot. 

“Sorry, sir,” Omar said, dejectedly picking up flower petals. He glared up at Babkak. “I told you we should have gone for the romantic dinner. And rose petals, not sunflowers.” 

Babkak waved his friend off. “Don’t be so cliche. Besides, sunflowers are way better! They’re pretty and you can eat the seeds!” 

“Hey!” Jamil snapped. The two boys looked back up at him while the other first-years were trying to discreetly pack up their instruments. “I asked what you were doing? Did Kalim put you up to this?” 

“No, sir, this was all us!” Babkak said, a little too proudly. “We wanted to help.” “Yeah,” Omar said. “We’re all rooting for you, Vice-House Warden, sir!” The other first-years made noises of agrement. 

“Rooting for me?” 

“With (Y/N), to tell her you love her!” 

Jamil groaned, covering his eyes with his hand and rubbing his temples. “I am not in love with the Prefect.” Jamil missed the skeptical look the two gave each other. “Look, I appreciate the…vote of confidence, but I’m not going to confess anything to anyone any time soon. So whatever else you have planned, or whoever else you told this rumor to, you can give it a break. Understand?” 

“Yes, Vice-House Warden,” They all echoed dutifully. 

As Jamil marched away, Omar leaned over to Babkak. “I’ve got twenty madol that say he confesses before the spring party.” 

*

Jamil’s muscles were burning, and he welcomed it. He needed the distraction after this morning and basketball practice against Floyd in full force was a pretty good diversion. Ace had been uncharacteristically distracted all practice. Although Jamil couldn’t help but notice that Ace seemed to pass a little harder than necessary. 

During a water break, Ace came up to Jamil. He tossed his water bottle between his hands, taking a step away and then closer. 

Jamil knew he would regret it before he even asked, “What’s up, Ace?” 

Ace startled, surprised Jamil had made the first move. “I heard something,” He said. “In potions class today.” 

“Did someone blow up something again? Anyone get turned into an animal or something?��� 

Ace pressed his lips together. “Do you like (Y/N)?” 

Jamil couldn’t decide whether to be exhausted, flustered, or annoyed. “Who told you that?” 

Ace’s eyes widened in shock. “You do?!” 

“No!” Jamil snapped back. “People are just going around spreading rumors.” 

“Huh?” Floyd asked, sliding over on the bleachers. “I thought everyone knew already.” 

“Knew?”

Floyd flashed his sharp teeth. “Come on, Sea Snake. Everyone knows you’re, what’s the land term? Head over heels for Shrimpy.” 

Ace dropped his water bottle and jabbed an accusatory finger at Jamil. “I knew it!” 

“You don’t know anything,” Jamil said, shoving Ace’s hand aside. 

“Oh?” Floyd said, leaning in a little too close. “So that means she’s available then?” 

“No!” Ace and Jamil both shouted at the same time. Ace glared at Jamil. A few other members of the basketball club glanced over, snickering to themselves at the outburst. 

Ace puffed out his chest, planting himself solidly in front of Jamil. “Look, (Y/N) is one of my best friends. And if you do anything to mess with her then… then…” Ace fumbled, running out of steam with his threats before catching his second wind. “Then you’ll have to deal with Jack!” 

Jamil crooked an eyebrow. “Jack? Not you or Deuce?” 

Ace shrugged. “Jack’s the biggest. But Deuce did used to be a delinquent. I’ve seen him be pretty brutal when he wants to. And I guess Epel can scrap up too, when Vil isn’t around. Probably couldn’t convince Sebeck to help out, he’d just lecture about a knight’s honor or something. Ooh, Ortho had a blast cannon! So, you know, watch out!” 

“I like how you didn’t put yourself in the line of fire there, Crabby,” Floyd said. He rolled his shoulders. “But you know, I think Shrimpy is pretty great, too. I don’t want to see her sad or anything. So if someone were to maybe break her heart,” He glanced sideways as Jamil with crazed wide eyes. “Can you swim, Sea Snake?” 

Jamil just glowered back at him. “Can everyone just stop talking about (Y/N) today?” 

“People are talking about me?” All three of them jumped. (Y/N) walked into the gym, Grim hanging off her shoulders. “I thought I felt my ears burning.”  

“Shrimpy!” Floyd immediately ran up to her, sweeping her up in a tight squeezing hug. Grim jumped off her shoulders with a yelp. Ace yelled and pulled at Floyd’s jersey, trying to pry them apart. 

(Y/N) weakly patted Floyd’s back with a free hand. “Hi, Floyd, hi, Ace. Sorry, I need Jamil real quick.” 

The two boys froze, slowly turning their heads to stare at Jamil, who was busy hiding his face in his hands. They watched like hawks as (Y/N) walked over to Jamil. 

“Hey,” She said. “You okay?” 

“Fine,” He said, waving her off. “Just one of those days, you know?”

She frowned. “You need me to talk to someone? I can chew out Ace if you want. Floyd is sort of out of my league, though.” 

Jamil sighed a laugh. “No, that’s fine.” 

“Oh! Right! Hang on.” She slung her backpack off her shoulder, reaching in and pulling out a familiar water bottle. “Here, you left this in the library. One of the Scarabia first-years found it and asked me to bring it to you.” 

“Oh, thanks. I was wondering where it was.” Jamil didn’t mention that he hadn’t been in the library at all today. As he reached to take it, their fingers brushed. Jamil grabbed the bottle and jerked back like he had been scorched. His heart was hammering, not from the exercise of basketball practice, and he was momentarily worried (Y/N) would be able to hear it. Not to mention if she would notice how clammy his hands had suddenly become. 

“Well,” (Y/N) said. “I guess I’ll get out of your hair-”

“Wait!” 

The entire basketball team, plus (Y/N) and Grim, turned to the sudden outburst. Babkak had half way thrown himself out of the doorway entrance to the gym, hand extended in a Stop motion. Omar guilty peaked out from the door frame. 

“Uh, I mean,” Babkak said, back peddling. 

“You should stay!” Omar jumped in. “I mean, we should all stay to watch practice! Support your local team and everything!” He weakly punched the air. “Go team?” 

Jamil opened his mouth to chastise them again before (Y/N) spoke, “That sounds fun. I don’t get to see you guys play too often. If that’s okay with you, though.” 

“Oh, um,” Jamil stuttred. 

Floyd jumped up, throwing himself over Jamil’s shoulders and smiling wide. “Of course you can stay! You can watch Sea Snake show off!” 

Jamil elbowed him. “You’re the one who shows off, Floyd.”

(Y/N) shrugged, smiling. (And Jamil definitely didn’t feel his heart flip.) “I don’t have any plans.” 

As everyone got back in position for practice, Ace took his place, whispering to Jamil, “Remember: Ortho has a laser cannon.” 

Jamil rolled his eyes. 

From the corner of his eye, Jamil saw the group of Scarabia first-years shuffle into the bleachers around (Y/N) and Grim. He thought he saw a few of them hiding objects behind their backs, but was pulled back to the game before he could investigate further. 

He lost himself back in the game. Sneakers squeaked against the waxed wooden floor, the bounce of the ball reverberated around the gym, each quick and practiced movement by the players blurring at the edge of Jamil’s vision. Another player passed him the ball. He faked left, turning around Floyd, before lining up a shot at the three point line. He raised the ball, arms tensing in preparation to shoot and- 

A blare of sound echoed through the gym, bouncing off the acoustic walls and tumbling down around everyone in attendance. The ball slipped from Jamil’s hands, falling uselessly in a pathetic arc and bouncing across the court floor. Jamil turned to the bleachers where the noise had come from. The first-years, Jamil now recognized them as the string quartet from earlier, now made up a brass band. The noise he had heard was the blast from a tuba. The rest of the band joined in, trumpets, french horn, and bugle. They started playing a high-energy marching tune. How many instruments did these people know how to play anyway? Omar and Babkak had red and yellow pom poms, waving them enthusiastically. Babkak passed a pair to a bewildered (Y/N). 

“Go, Vice-Housewarden Jamil!” Babkak cheered. 

“Show them who’s boss, sir!” Omar whooped. 

Everyone froze, looking from the impromptu cheering section and band to Jamil then back again. Jamil’s face felt as hot as the Scalding Sands desert at noon. It didn’t help at all when Floyd started cackling. 

He began to march over to confront his dorm mates, again, when a new echoing sound made him pause. (Y/N) had thrown her head back in laughter. She stood, waving the pom poms above her head. 

“Go, Jamil, go!” She cheered. 

Jamil was pretty sure he was going to spontaneously combust at any second. 

*

The rest of practice had been a disaster. Every time Jamil got the ball the bleachers would erupt in noise, distracting him and everyone else trying to play. Jamil had never felt so off his game, fumbling the ball, bumping into his teammates, and losing focus at every moment that mattered, and most of the ones that didn’t, too. He purposely avoided turning in the direction of the cheering squad, partially because he wanted to discourage whatever activities the first-years were insistent on doing, and partially so he didn’t have to see (Y/N) cheer for him so enthusiastically. (And, maybe, so she wouldn’t be able to see how flustered he was becoming with every second.) 

A teammate had patted Jamil’s shoulder in sympathy as they headed to the showers after practice. “Don’t worry,” He said. “I bet she still likes you.” 

Jamil resisted the urge to punch him. 

Now, at least, he was back in a rhythm of something he knew how to do: cooking. Ever since his stint in the Culinary Crucible, the ghost chefs had tapped him and a few other stand out cases to help out in the kitchen every once and a while. 

The kitchen filled with the scent of roasting spices and sizzling meat, spilling out into the cafeteria sitting area. Students had started lining up way before the kitchen officially opened to secure their plate of Jamil’s cooking. Jamil felt the tension melt out of his shoulders, much like the butter in the pan he was currently using, as he fell into his familiar rhythms. 

“Thanks again for your help,” One of the ghost chefs said, floating by with a steaming bowl of freshly made turmeric rice. 

“Not a problem,” He replied. “It gets me out of my own head.” 

“Oh?” Another ghost asked. “Having troubles, youngster?” 

“Girl troubles, maybe?” Another snickered. 

All the ghosts jumped as Jamil brought down a butcher knife to decapitate a fish. They collectively decided it was maybe best to drop the topic, already deceased or not. 

“Ah, Jamil, chef, sir?” A student volunteer said, warily eyeing the butcher knife. “Someone was having an issue with their meal. They wanted to talk to you.” 

So much for his relaxation. Jamil quickly let the others know what to keep an eye on in the kitchen and headed out to the main sitting area. He scanned the tables. It looked like everyone was enjoying their food as far as he could tell. He looked back into the window of the kitchen. The volunteer student pointed at a table near the back by a window. He was about half way across the room when he realized that the student was a Scarabia student, a first-year in fact. And, now that he thought of it, he didn’t think he had seen that student in the kitchen before he had come to talk to Jamil. 

Jamil froze, seeing exactly who was sitting at the indicated table. This was a set up. He turned around to go back, only to be stonewalled by two now very familiar Scarabia students. 

“Hello, sir!” Omar chirped. 

“Taking your dinner break?” Babkak asked. “Great! We have the perfect table for you.” 

They both hooked their arms around Jamil’s and practically dragged him over to the table where (Y/N) and Grim sat. 

“Oh, hi,” She said, blinking at the surprise arrival. Jamil felt his throat tighten and couldn’t formulate a response. 

The musically talented first-years descended to the table, quickly picking up her plate of food to whisk a tablecloth over the table, setting down a candelabra which was quickly lit, and a vase with a dozen roses. 

“Roses,” Omar whispered to Babkak with a sly smile. Babkak rolled his eyes. The two shoved Jamil into a seat opposite (Y/N). A plate of food was set in front of him. The sneaky Scarabia student from the kitchen grabbed Grim, shoving a plate of tuna tartare in his paws before he could protest. Then, the group of wannabe restaurateurs vanished as quickly as they had appeared. The two left at the table, Jamil and (Y/N), looked at eachother with confusion. Jamil dropped his head to stare intently at his plate, stabbing at the sayadieh with his fork. 

“Hey,” Jamil was jerked out of his thoughts by (Y/N)’s voice. “I wanted to apologize for earlier, at practice. It looked like we were a pretty big distraction.” 

“You don’t need to apologize,” Jamil said. “It wasn’t your fault.” He glared at the first-years eagerly watching from a table a safe distance away. 

“Yeah, but still, I don’t need to make your life any harder.” 

Jamil looked up at her. She was twirling her spoon around the tabouli, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. “You don’t make my life harder,” he insisted. “In fact, you’ve made a lot of things easier. My relationship with Kalim is a lot better now, for one thing.” 

She smiled at him, and his heart definitely didn’t skip a beat. “Well, glad I can help, then. But don’t sell yourself short. You’ve been doing a lot of work since everything that happened.” She waved her hand, regarding the invisible thing they both understood. It was still hard to talk directly about his Overblot, the manipulation, abuse of magic, and kidnapping aside. (Y/N) had told him she wanted to give him space for it, to consider how he felt and talk to others at his own pace, but still trying to address the root of the issues. That was when she had started organizing those sessions between her, Jamil, and Kalim, giving them a place to directly talk with each other without outside pressures and influences, helping them work things together as friends instead of the master/servant role Jamil so often felt himself confided to. 

“This is great, by the way,” (Y/N) interjected, scooping up a mouthful of tabouli. “I can always tell when it’s your cooking. Thanks for those leftovers the other day. I know Grim really likes them too.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” He said. He didn’t say, “I didn’t make it for Grim. I made it for you.” He blanched at the intrusive thought and snatched up his water glass, taking a large gulp and trying not to choke. 

“You sure you’re okay?” (Y/N) asked. “You’ve seemed kind of on edge all day.” 

“I’ll deal with it later,” Jamil said, looking over at the first-years who started enthusiastically nodding and giving him thumbs-up. 

(Y/N) drummed her fingers against the table.  “Listen, actually, there’s been something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about-” 

“Lgeimat!” Jamil shouted. 

She blinked at him. “Sorry?” 

“The lgeimat! I left them in the fryer! Sorry, have to go, have a good night!” Jamil shot up and zipped back to the safety of the kitchen. 

“I didn’t know we were having lgeimat tonight,” Omar said from their spying perch. 

Babkak thudded his head on the table at their third defeat. “We’re not.” He grumbled. 

*

Jamil collapsed on the low couches in the Scarabia common room, arm flung across his face to cover his eyes from the late evening light. The day felt like it went on forever. Jamil had caught himself constantly looking over his shoulder, jerking at every unexpected sound, in anticipation of an over eager group of first-years. 

“Hi, Jamil-Oh,” Kalim stopped himself, looking over at his drained friend. “You okay?” 

Jamil sighed in response. “Long day.” 

“Oh.” Kalim sat down next to him. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Jamil peered out from under his arm at Kalim. At least that was one improvement, again, thanks to (Y/N) specific intervention. Kalim had slowly been teaching himself not to jump to conclusions or take it upon himself to fix everything by throwing money or extravagance at it, but by taking the time to hear other people, namely Jamil, out first. Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t throw money or extravagance at the problem in the end, but progress was progress. 

Jamil gave Kalim a halfhearted glare. “It’s all thanks to that rumor you started.” 

Kalim blinked. “Rumor? Oh, you mean about how you’re in love with-”

“Yes!” Jamil cut him off, sitting bolt upright. “That! Some first-years heard you the other day and have been following me around, trying to start up some grand romantic gesture.” 

“Oh, yeah, I heard about that. I think it’s sweet.” 

“Sweet?” 

“That everyone believes in you! Everyone knows how hard you work. We all want to see you happy and with the person you love.” 

Jamil stood. “Kalim, I’m not-” 

“Nope.” Kalim said shooting up. He put his hands on the taller boy’s shoulders, forcing him to meet his eyes. “You’ve been different ever since winter break. You smile more when (Y/N)’s around. You’re not so tense all the time. And whenever we’re in a group, like at the cafeteria or dorm meetings or parties, you’re always looking for her. And when you see her your whole face just lights up! Do you know how often you talk about her? It’s a lot, Jamil! ‘Oh, I wonder what (Y/N) would think about this. Do you think (Y/N) has that in her world? Do you think (Y/N) likes spicy or sweet food? Do you think (Y/N)’s doing okay at Ramshackle? Do you think she needs help with any repairs like when we stayed there during VDC training? (Y/N) sure works real hard to catch up with a whole new culture. Do you think (Y/N) would want this extra curry?’”  

“I don’t sound like that,” Jamil protested weakly. 

Kalim sighed, hands on his hips. “I’ve known you my whole life. I know what you’re like when you’re mad, I know what you’re like when you’re sad, I know what you’re like when you’re happy, and now I know what you’re like when you’re in love.” 

Jamil pushed back. “I’m not in love with her!” 

“Yes, you are!” 

“I’m not-” Jamil cut himself off. He felt suddenly dizzy. He sat down hard. “Oh, I’m in love with her.” 

Kalim threw his hands in the air. “Yes! Thank you! Finally!” 

“But,” Jamil continued, and Kalim tried really hard to keep his frustration to himself. “I can’t tell her that. I can’t… put that kind of pressure on her. She has enough going on with Grim and Ramshackle and trying to find a way home and… Sevens, she’s going back home, Kalim! I don’t know when or how, but she won’t even be in this universe! And what, I’m just supposed to show up and dump this emotional baggage on her when she already has everything else to worry about?” 

Kalim sat down next to Jamil. He twirled his fingers together, trying to collect his thoughts. Why was it always so hard to know the right thing to say? “You said feelings were like a two way street yesterday, remember? So don’t you think (Y/N) should have a say too?” 

“Kalim, I can’t-”

“Yes you can!” Kalim shouted, jumping up and clapping his hands. “You’re Jamil Viper! If anyone can do it, can do anything, it’s you! And keeping everything bottled up isn’t fair to you or her or anyone. So-So-” Kalim frowned, trying to look stern, a very strange expression for the normally boisterous boy. “So go tell her how you feel right now, and let her decide what happens next! That’s an order as your house warden!” Kalim flinched. “Please.” 

Jamil stared at him for just a second too long, making Kalim squirm with worry that he had gone too far. Then, Jamil sighed, resigned, a half smile on his face. “Well, if my house warden is ordering it, how can I say no?” 

*

Despite what he had told Kalim, Jamil dreaded every step towards Ramshackle dorm. Even with the ‘order’ from his house warden, Jamil considered turning back. Instead, with each uncertain step, he plotted out exactly what he would say. Was it just as simple as ‘I have feelings for you?’ Should he have some grand gesture ready? Absolutely not. Those first-years had spoiled that concept for him. 

Before he realized it, Jamil was walking up the pathway to the dilapidated dorm. He stood at the front step, fist up ready to knock. It hovered there. A plan, he still needed a plan. He couldn’t just walk in without a plan of what to say, what to do. He’d had the entire walk over here, how had he not come up with a more solid idea? 

The door snapped open in front of him, Grim hurdling out, crashing into Jamil’s chest. “What-? Oh, hey!” Grim said, rubbing his head at the bump then cracking into a wide smile at the sight of Jamil. “Did you bring us dinner again?” 

“Uh, no, not this time,” Jamil said, already thrown off. 

Grim frowned. “Meh, whatever. I’m going to Sam’s anyway to get some tuna.” 

“Milk and eggs!” (Y/N)’s voice called from inside. “You’re getting milk and eggs! And oranges if they have any.” 

“That too!” Grim said. He winked then sped off down the path. 

(Y/N) appeared at the doorway, clearly having sprinted to catch the dire beast before he left. “Grim, I said we don’t have the budget to- Oh, he’s gone. Right, sure, why not?” She sighed. “Hi, Jamil.” 

Jamil swallowed hard. “Should I come back later?” 

(Y/N) waved the idea off. “No, it’s fine, you’re already here. Come on in.” 

Jamil followed her into the dorm to the sitting room just past the entrance hall. Despite the age and wear of the building, it was clear that (Y/N) had taken a lot of pride in fixing it up and keeping everything in order. 

“Sorry, I was in the middle of doing dishes,” (Y/N) said, whipping her wet and slightly soapy hands against her skirt. “Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll get some tea and snacks.” 

“It’s fine,” Jamil said, quickly standing back up after having just sat down on one of the overstuffed couches. “I know where everything is, I’ll get it.” 

“No, no, you’re a guest. Take a break, I’ll get it.” 

“It’s fine really. I’m sure Crowly has been keeping you busy all day.” 

“And you’re just as busy. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

“No, really, I-” 

“Jamil!” Jamil jumped at her sudden outburst, his hands frozen in the air. She huffed and put her hands on her hips. “Honestly. You take care of everyone else all the time. Let me take care of you for once.” 

Oh no. Oh no. 

“Now sit down while I go make some tea.” 

He sat down. This was worse than he thought. He really was in love. 

She wanted to take care of him. Of him. When was the last time someone offered to take care of him, to lighten his load, to take responsibility for the burden? For as long as Jamil could remember that had been his job, his life. Kalim, Najma, his parents, the Scarabia students, everyone and everything. It was like he didn’t realize just how tired he was until (Y/N) offered to help. Why did her snapping at him just now make him feel so relieved? 

Almost without thinking about it, Jamil’s feet took him into the kitchen. (Y/N) was standing at the stove, setting down a heavy teapot on the burner. She was mumbling to herself about something, Jamil couldn’t really hear what. His ears were ringing. 

(Y/N) noticed that Jamil had come into the kitchen, turning to face him. She frowned, eyebrows knit together. “Jamil, I told you that - Oh!” 

Ignoring his anxiety, ignoring that nagging thought that he didn’t have a plan, ignoring the churning nervousness in his stomach, Jamil pulled (Y/N) into a tight hug, burning his face in her hair. 

“I like you,” He said, so softly that he had to repeat himself to make sure she heard, to make sure she understood the depth of his feelings. “I like you. I think I might even- I feel better when I’m with you, like I can be better. I don’t feel like everything I’ve done up until now is just in service to someone else, because all of those things lead me to meeting you. I feel like I can think clearly, that I don’t always have to be on alert. I want to take care of you, I want to be with you, I want us to be together. And I know - I know I’ve done horrible things in the past, I know you’ve seen me at my lowest. But you still see me, me, not anything else. Not the servant, not the diplomatic aid, not the Overblot monster- How could I not fall in love with you? So, (Y/N), please. I just - please.” He wasn’t quite sure what he was asking ‘please’ for, he only hoped she would understand. 

(Y/N) trailed her fingers along his back, threading through his long hair. She pulled back, as much as Jamil’s embrace would allow. The corners of her eyes were dotted with tears. “Jeeze, Jamil,” (Y/N) said. “Way to steal my thunder. I wanted to say it first.” 

Jamil let out a cracked laugh, tears welling up in his own eyes. “You did?” 

(Y/N) hiccuped, laughing. “Yeah, of course. I thought I was being kind of obvious with it. I finally decided to suck it up and tell you at dinner earlier, but you just ran away so I thought you knew what I was going to say and didn’t feel the same.” 

“Sorry, I guess I was nervous. And those first-years all day…” 

(Y/N) laughed out loud. “I was wondering what was up with that. Was that Kalim or something?” 

“For once, no. They took it upon themselves to try and set us up.” 

“Aww, they care about you.” She hugged him close. “And I can see why.” 

*

That weekend, it was finally time for the Welcome Spring party, and there were, indeed, more flowers than usual. Kalim was flitting around, making sure everything was organized and where it needed to be. Jamil had asked if he could leave for the morning, coming back when it was time for the party to start. And, even though he had been the one to ask for the time off, Jamil had double checked that it was okay with Kalim no less than a dozen times before he actually left. Kalim insisted repeatedly that he would be fine, that he had a handle on everything. And, maybe, for the most part he did. It definitely helped that Jamil had assigned tasks to several other dorm members the night before to make sure Kalim didn’t get too overwhelmed. 

Just as the golden hour set in, magical floating lanterns bobbing along in the air amid swirling flower petals, the guests started to arrive. Kalim had sent out a recommended dress code ahead of time, requesting pastels, whites, and gold. Something to fit in with the refreshing and floral mood he wanted to create. Mostly, he was happy to report, everyone was able to follow the requirements. Heartslabyul students especially were rigidly adhering to the dress code under the watchful eye of their house warden. Most of them wore pinks, as it was the required color when taking care of the dorm flamingos so they already had something that would fit the theme. Savannaclaw didn’t much stick to theme, but had tried to comply with sticking puffy peony blossoms through belt loops or behind their ears. Octavinelle wore light blues and corals, studded with shimmering scales, pearls, and other bits of underwater flora. Scarabia, of course, as the hosts, were the most bejeweled, taking inspiration from the fairy gala that had inadvertently plunged the campus into chaos, but also resulted in beautiful flowing white and gold garments. Pomfiore stayed mostly in lavenders and lilacs, highlighted by golden embroidery in fantastic scenes and shapes. Ignihyde, for those who did show up, dug out whatever was the lightest color in their wardrobe, mostly staying in light blues. Similarly, no one was expecting much from the usually dour-toned Diasomnia. But, not wanting to create a social fopaux at one of the few events he had received an invitation to, thanks to (Y/N) reminding Kalim to expand his guest list at the last minute, Malleus had ensured that all his dorm members wore mint and emerald green with gold dotted throughout. 

There was a noticeable absence of two usually prominent figures, but Kalim assured everyone Jamil and (Y/N) would be arriving soon. And, although Jamil had tried to slip in quietly while everyone’s attention was focused on the dance floor for an aerial ribbon performance, Kalim’s squeal of delight quickly diverted everyone’s attention. Jamil held in a groan as attention whirled to him and (Y/N). They both wore outfits from the fairy gala, meticulously designed and created by Professor Crewel. She squeezed his hand in support, dragging him further in, head held high while ignoring the stares. A few Scarabia students gave congratulations, thumping Jamil’s back as he passed. Ace caught Jamil’s eye from the other side of the room. He pointed to Ortho, who was waving excitedly, and drew a finger across his throat. Jamil rolled his eyes. 

As the aerial dancers finished, (Y/N) drew Jamil to the dance floor. As a band kicked up (seriously, how many instruments did those Scarabia students know how to play?), (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Jamil’s neck as he placed his hands on her hips. He really hoped she wouldn’t notice how sweaty his palms had gotten. 

“You’re nervous,” (Y/N) said. “I’m not used to seeing you like that.” 

“I’ve just never really done this before,” Jamil said. “Not dancing, I’ve done that plenty. Just the whole relationship thing. I never really had a chance before. I don’t want to mess this up.” 

“I think you’ve been doing pretty good so far.” 

Jamil smirked. “It’s been two days.” 

“Well, see? You’re gaining experience already.” She leaned forward, placing her head on his chest. “I’m nervous, too, you know. Not about this. I’m really confident how I feel about you, and I want to stay with you for as long as I can. I mean about everything going on around us. There’s a lot of unknown. Technically, you know, I don’t even exist. Don’t have any papers like a birth certificate or passport or even a valid nationality. But I know I have great people helping me out, including you. And knowing they’re on my side, it helps make things a little better. And I’m on your side. So everything will work out, you know?” 

Jamil hummed. Lowley, in a quiet voice so he could dismiss it if she didn’t hear him, he asked, “Can I kiss you?” 

(Y/N) looked up at him, smiling, eyes twinkling. “I’d like that.”  

*

Off to the side, behind a bolt of silk cloth, Babkak handed Omar a 20 madol note.

[lilgirl-cumslut]

I invite you over to show you my new puppy... soon after you arrive 5 of my friends also arrive... they haven't cum to play with my puppy 😈

TW: gangbang, cnc, degradation.

I love dogs!! They get me so excited.

I bounce up to your door and ring the door bell. I’m so giddy to get to meet your cute little puppy. You answer the door and grin. “Hey there, sweetie.” You purr at me. Your eyes look slowly over my body. My large tits are nearly busting out of my push-up bra and tank top. My little black skirt has a slit that leads up to a zipper, making it easy access.

I don’t notice you taking me in at all. I’m looking past you. You send a text on your phone while holding it at your side, something you had already typed up before answering the door.

“Where is he?” I ask, all excited.

“Oh, he’s in my bedroom. He’s very excited to meet you too.” You lead me into your house and show me around. I didn’t even notice you left the door ajar as you take me in the quick tour.

Soon, we get to your room and you open the door, letting me in first. You look towards the door and see your group of friends walk in. You smile at them and follow me inside.

I’m standing there, pouting. “Where is he?”

You grab me and push me hard to my knees, pulling my face to your crotch. “Right here, you stupid bitch. You’re the puppy.”

Confused, I struggle to get away as your friends pile into the small bedroom. I start to panic.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Where here to play with the new puppy.” One of them says as they all laugh, circling around me.

“Go ahead,” you say, “play time!”

Two of them kneel down and start to grope my tits and ass.

“Please… no…” I whimper.

“Come on, we won’t hurt you. If you’re a good pup, we’ll make sure you enjoy it too.” One of them says.

I whimper and try to push away from them but you hold me firmly. “Be a good girl, pup. If you cause any trouble I’ll crate you and you’ll be punished.”

It seems hopeless to resist, and as you pull your cock out, I open my mouth. You push your way right in.

“That’s a good girl. See? Not so bad to be obedient.”

The guy playing with my tits gets rougher before finally ripping my shirt open. “Let me at those titties!”

I yelped, but as he yanks on my bra, my breasts pop right out and his hands grip them hard. “Man, I spent most of Chemistry class fantasizing about fucking these last year!”

I look up in horror, realizing who it is. That was Johnny! We were in Chemistry together. He was my lab partner. Every time he accidentally touched me in class wasn’t an accident. I should have known.

Johnny pulls out his cock and puts it between my tits. Your other friend gets down lower and starts to unzip my skirt.

I kick at him but he pins my legs down. “Dumb bitch! Kick at me again and I’ll break your fucking leg!”

I cry out and try to move away from him but you and Johnny have me pinned. He finishes removing my skirt and finds my cute black lace panties. “Nice panties. I knew you were a fucking slut.”

His fingers go straight into my pussy and I yelp, unable to stop him. The others get closer and they all have their cocks out, stroking them to my distress.

“Be a good girl and suck my friends off too.” You say, guiding my hand to the next person. Johnny moves out of the way, getting in line to get his cock sucked. I open my mouth and take the first cock. I realize it’s your friend Trent. The black guy next to him is Jamal, and next to him is Cody. The guy on the floor I didn’t even know.

You make me suck each one of them in order. They all moan and praise me for being a good pup. You hold my head for them as they fuck my throat? Making me gag. My spit splattering out as I gag, covering my face.

You force me to go back and forth between them before pulling me to my feet. “Good puppy’s walk on all fours.” You say and toss me into your bed. I start to get up, but you and Jamal pull me up and put me on all fours. You get behind me and rub your wet cock against my pussy. I cry out and move my hips away. Jamal grabs me and holds me in place. “No. Bad puppy. Girl puppies are good for one thing. Breeding.”

“No!!! I’m a virgin please don’t!” I cry out, struggling in vain once more.

The guy who was go by wrong me before shoves his cock in my mouth? Holding my head in place while he makes me gag. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

Tears are pouring down my face as I realize what’s about to happen to me. You slide the head of your cock up and down my slit before pushing slightly. The tip slides right in and you moan. “Mmm… you say no, but your pussy is pretty wet, pup.”

You rock in and out a little, staying shallow for now. “I guess it’s time to see if you’re a real virgin or not.”

I shake my head as much as I’m able but it’s fruitless. You pull back and ram your cock inside me. I scream around the stranger’s cock as you tear through. I’m sobbing and gagging even more around his cock as you both move in and out of my holes at both ends.

“Definitely not a virgin now.” You say, chuckling. The rest of them laugh as they watch the two of you fuck me.

I feel your friend’s cock jerk in my mouth just before he released his load down my throat. I start coughing and he pulls out, letting me retch his cum all over the bed. Then he slaps me across the face. “Good dogs swallow, you dumb bitch. Try again.” He said, then pushed Johnny over to take his place.

Johnny shoved his cock right in, lubricated by the other guy’s cum he had me gagging on his cock instantly. It was so intense I barely noticed how much pain I was in as you raped my pussy.

Johnny held me down on his cock, letting me choke for a bit.

“Her mother feels so damn good!” Johnny says.

“You should feel her pussy, man. She’s fucking squeezing my cock right now. I think this slutty puppy likes it!” You say.

I feel lightheaded as your words echo in my head. I felt it, but I didn’t realize what that was. I was orgasming on your cock as you raped me and Johnny choked me with his dick.

I couldn’t really explain it, but in that moment, I felt so confused. The orgasm felt good, but the circumstances were distressing and painful. I wasn’t sure what to feel.

You start fucking me harder as I nearly vomit. Johnny pulls back and I cough, somehow managing not to puke all over him.

Johnny laughs. “Damn, she takes cock good.” Then he grabbed my head and forced his way back down my throat, fucking into it roughly.

I can feel you speed up. I hope you pull out but after you all talk of breeding me, I doubt you’re going to. I groan around Johnny’s cock as you ram your cock as deep as possible into me and release your load.

I can feel the pulse of your cock as it empties a fertile load deep inside of my violated pussy and it throbs to the beat of my own pulse. I cum from the intensity of it, then feel a hot liquid gush down my thighs.

Your friends all start to talk at once. They seem excited about something but I have no idea what. You pull out and I hear one of them exclaim, “she fucking squirted all over the bed, man!”

Johnny pulled out a bit with a shaky “oh fuck! Here it cums!” And releases his load in my mouth.

I desperately try to swallow it for I feel I’ll drown if I don’t. There’s so much.

A different dick slips inside of me and starts fucking me hard. My pussy walls are on fire with pleasure. The pain is fading quickly and the cum inside of me mixed with my own fluids causes his thicker cock to slide right in and stretch me with ease. He doesn’t go nearly as deep as you did, but the pleasure is still there.

With no cock in my mouth, I’m moaning like a whore.

“She really is enjoying this!” One of them cheers.

I feel all sorts of hands on me as whoever it is fuck me hard and fast. He’s using my pussy as his own personal flashlight. I was just an object to use for him. I could feel it in every thrust and that knowledge just made me cum again.

He came right along with me, moaning like it was his first time. “Oh, fuck yeah!” I recognized the voice. It had to be Cody.

I feel his thick cum start to drip out and then someone shoves two fingers inside me. “Gotta keep that in!” They all laugh.

“Me next.” Jamal’s deep voice rumbles as he pushes past the others. He grabs me by the hips and flips me over.

When I look up at him, I see him stroking his long, thick black cock. It looks huge in his big hand and he chuckles as my face must show my concern.

“Don’t worry, bitch. I’ll make sure you feel the whole thing.” He chuckles again and lines himself up.

“W-wai…” I try to protest but the head of his cock slips right in my slippery well used hole. I whimper, but he shoves his cock deep inside me and I scream as the head hits me cervix hard.

“Shut up, slut. Take my fucking cock.” He says, then pulls out and slams in again. I can feel the head of his cock spread my tight cervix open, causing me to scream again.

Trent moves to kneel above my head, then tilts my face so he can shove his cock in my mouth. “There, now be quiet, dumb whore.”

I suck on his cock because there’s nothing else I can do. Jamal rams his cock inside me over and over again and my eyes fill with tears. Each thrust Jamal sends into my cunt sends a sharp pain through the inside of my body and I can feel his cock starting to break through.

He gives one final thrust and I feel the head of his cock split my cervix open. I try to fight and get away but they both hold me down. Through my tears I can see the pleasure on Jamal’s face. My cervix is squeezing the head of his cock and knowing it gives him pleasure makes my body tremble around him.

“Oh, that’s more like it. You’re nothing but a needy whore aren’t you?” Jamal says. He starts moving again, but he keeps his cock firmly inside my womb.

Meanwhile, Trent starts fucking my face, moaning softly. My body feels so overwhelmed and I start cumming on Jamal’s cock.

He laughs, “oh yes, good slut. Cum for me. That’s it. Nothing but a little rape sleeve.” Jamal closes his eyes and starts fucking me harder. His cock head starts popping in and out of my womb like it was meant to be that way. I’m crying as I cum over and over again.

Trent grunts and pulls out, cumming all over my face. “Nnn… so hot.” He moans, then smacks my face with his cock a couple times before moving away.

Jamal finally starts to thrust a little more erratically. He’s getting close and I’m oh so thankful.

He shoves his cock back in my womb and I can feel every inch of his length jerk and spasm as he cums. Every drop spills into my fertile womb and it causes me to start crying again.

I’m sure I look a mess. There’s cum all over me and all inside of me. The only hole that hasn’t been violated and used as a cum dump is my ass.

Jamal pulls out and I hear the stranger speak. “All mine then?” He comes closer and pulls me over to the edge of the bed and rolls me on my stomach again.

This guy looks at you and smiles. “Mind holding her down for me?”

It’s not like I could get away if I wanted to. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cum, and my body is sore and shaky. You come over in front of me and hold me down.

The stranger steps up and slides his cock inside my aching pussy. “Mmm… so much cum inside you. You’re surely going to be a mommy after tonight.” He says, then he pulls out.

The tip presses against my ass and my eyes go wide. He wouldn’t!

I look up at you and you’re just grinning down at me, your cock half hard again in front of my face.

“No! Please! Don’t!” I cry out.

“Sorry, bitch, this ass is mine.” He growls, and then he uses the cum from my cunt to allow his cock to slide right inside my ass. It stings as he stretches me open so easily. In just a few thrusts he has most of his cock buried in my ass.

I’m crying again, unable to handle it. Still, he moves his hips, fucking my ass however he wants. I whine and cry but he doesn’t stop.

“Damn, babe, you crying like that’s got me all hard again.” You say, grabbing my face and guiding me to your cock.

I reluctantly take your cock in my mouth and let you slowly fuck it as my ass feels like it’s being ripped open. This guy is thicker towards the base of his cock and he uses that to fuck my tight, virgin ass open. It feels so uncomfortable, but my pussy is dripping wet. It’s not just cum either.

It feels like forever as he fucks me, but finally, he slides in as deep as he can go and grunts, starting to cum inside my ass. It feels strange. I can feel the hot fluid inside me, filling my ass and stopped by his cock.

I’m hoping it’s over. I’m hoping they’ll let me go and I won’t ever have to see any of them again. The stranger steps back, sliding out of me with a wet sound and the others are standing around me, stroking themselves.

“Ready for round two, slut?” You ask, petting my cheek. I whimper weakly. It seems I didn’t have a choice.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Bellatrix Lestrange having a daughter around Tonks/Charlie’s age who is like a younger, more unhinged but still somewhat replicated version of her this is very, very inspired by Jenifer Check, I love her sm so when you think of Lestrange!Daught it’s pretty much Chrck lmao which she thought she’d absolutely love except her kid won’t do anything she asks for her and absolutely will not serve the Dark Lord cause she worships the ground the Reader walks on, whatever they want and whenever they want it, she’ll do anything for them

Narcissa can’t help cause she doesn’t have a daughter for plots sake we’ll say Cygnus raised her alone meaning the kid had mad freedom, old man just wanted to chill after losing 2 of 3 daughters over politics so Bellatrix goes to Andromeda

and for a solid five minutes all Andromeda can do is laugh because her older sister is coming to her for vague parenting advise

inevitably Andromeda connects the dots and then starts laughing again pointing out the hilarious parallel about Bellatrix being obsessed with Voldemort and now her daughter being obsessed with her own morally questionable criminal or better yet the Reader isn’t a criminal but gets up to sketchy shit sometimes and doesn’t understand why this pretty, violent girl is following them around but goes with it anyways

worst part is that after Rodolphus and Rabastan died which I assume they did in Azkaban then Lestrange!Daughter would’ve inherited the vault, cutting off the death eaters funding and access to the Hufflepuff’s Cup hidden inside, because she’s not gonna betray her darling for some nose-less fuck

Are we talking like an OC?? Cause I actually really love that idea. Especially, regarding Harry’s twin!Reader or something like that, just the parallels between the two only Belatrix’s daughter is on the literal complete opposite side. But in the circumstances it would be Harry and twin!Reader with this older girl staliking following them around, especially outside of Hogwarts. Like, she just hangs out outside of 4 Privet Drive just watching, even breaking in and just wanting to be close to the Reader. You can bet Bellatrix’s daughter would give the Dursley’s a piece of her mind. Or maybe even just take Harry and the Reader to live with her.

I just imagine the Reader waking up in a completely new place all by themself with this older girl hovering over them. And the Reader being kind of okay with it since they’re away from the Dursley’s but they ask their captor/“savior” to go back and get their brother too.

The Lestrange house/manor/estate would probably become the new Order of the Phoenix headqaurters, mainly because Bellatrix’s daughter won’t part with the Reader so they can’t go with Harry to live with Sirius so Sirius moves in to keep an eye on everything. And his reaction to his batshit crazy cousin’s batshit child being obsessed with one of his godchildren would really be something. Like, FUCK NO!?!?!

Like, I could imagine Bellatrix’s daughter having been obsessed with the Potter twins since it came out that they were able to survive and best Voldemort even when being just mere babes. And just her like revolving her world around getting to meet them or something. Maybe when Bellatrix’s daughter was younger but still older than Harry and the Reader she ended up wandering to 4 Privet Drive or having her house elf take her to meet them or something and she did, even if it was for a few minutes.

When it comes to the idea of Bellatrix’s daughter being obsessed with a criminal or a bad witch/wizard, I could just imagine Potter!Twin!Reader having nicked something small or lied about something insignificant and from then on Bellatrix’s daughter was like “That’s the one for me”.

Also, just the idea of Bellatrix’s daughter having stalked Harry and his Twin!Reader for most of their life. Like, I could see them getting Cygnus or their house elf to take them to 4 Privet Drive and she would just watch the whole place like a hawk. Never taking her eyes off of it and getting excited at the smallest bit of movement or liveliness at the home. Or even having the house elf sneak her into Harry and the Reader’s school to pass herself off as one of the students and getting to befriend the Reader even just for a brief time. But afterwards, Bellatrix’s daughter would use that as her excuse to interact with the Dursley’s. She’d happily knock on their door asking the Reader to play with her, that she was their friend from school as to not draw any suspicion. Hell, Bellatrix’s daughter would go as far as getting one of the houses on Privet Drive just to stay close and ending up living there the rest of the time the twins are across the street/down the road.

[unhinged-simp]

I’m a new follower haha, I am super happy that you are taking requests! I love the students from hotarubi so much!! I am also a hotarubian (at least according to the house sorting in the early game). Would you mind writing a soulmate AU for the hotarubi characters? Thanks a lot!!!

Soulmate AU with the Hotarubi boys.

I don't mind at all! This was my first time doing a soulmate au, so I hope it turned out good. I was also sorted into Hotarubi, and I love all of them(though Subaru's my favorite). I didn't really change anything except for the soulmate part, so I did skip around a bit.

Each boy has a different soulmate prompt for variety. I’ll label the ones I used. I decided to use the prologue for Haku, since that's when we meet him.

Spoilers for the Hotarubi chapter

Subaru: Same markings

You had always wanted to find your soulmate. The same person that shares the mark you have on your skin. 

Despite your best efforts, you haven't found them yet.

Years passed on, and you just decided to give up.

In the end, you ended up forgetting about your soulmate. Perhaps you’d find them sooner rather than later.

You were on an assignment from Darkwick to inspect Hotarubi. And you were going to meet the Captain. 

He came in and knelt before you, and introduced himself. However you caught a glimpse at the mark on his hand, one that matched yours.

“It's you,” you said, confusing both Haru and Subaru. 

“What?” Subaru asked.

“The mark on your hand. It's the same as mine.” 

You showed him your hand. His eyes widened at the sight. 

“So you’re my soulmate.”

Haku: First word said to each other

“All right. Let's get out of here for starters.” Were the words written on your arm. 

You had often questioned them, like why were those the first words your soulmate said to you?

Then you got saved from an anomaly, and almost got thrown out of the train by the boy who saved you. Fortunately you were saved by another boy.

“All right. Let's get out of here for starters,” he said. You tried to say something, but the boy played his flute and you fell asleep.

When you woke up, the train was back to normal. 

“Sorry, but I’m still here,” the boy said, watching you from the seat beside you. 

“Huh? Aha-” You nearly fell to the ground due to your injured leg. 

“Whoops, looks like we injured a civilian.” 

“Wait a second,” you yell. The boy looks up.

“What is it?” He asks. 

“You're my soulmate,” you exclaim, showing him your arm. The boy looks down at his arm.

“Well, what do you know,” he mutters. 

Zenji: Red Strings

You had often stared at the red string wrapped around your pinky. 

You wondered what your soulmate was like, and how you would meet.

But something happened. One day, a year before you had come to Darkwick, your string turned black, and was cut.

You were heartbroken. Why did this happen? Did something happen to your soulmate?

Then after working on a mission, Haku took you and Subaru to the teahouse, and revealed the third ghoul in Hotarubi.

“Are you Zenji?” You asked the boy now in front of you. He seemed ecstatic that you could see him. 

“You can see me, my dear?” He asked. And when you nod, he grabs your hand in delight. 

Then the dead string that you had on your pinky reacted. It reached out to connect to the dead string on Zenji’s finger. 

“You’re-” you started, before you were interrupted by the happy crying of Zenji.

“My dear.”

[ghostboneswrites2]

Hii!!! This account has been my go-to for daryl fics since ive been into him. And i really love the way you write!! But since im a sucker for angst and anything cry-worthy, ive been wanting a fic where its in pre-negan and to negan's first appearance timeline— after rick decides to bring maggie to the hilltop to figure out what's wrong with her, the reader is to stay with gabriel to watch out for alexandria, but considering how her anxiety for daryl and the other's safety is eating her she went out to look for them, using the tracking skills daryl had taught her. The time she found the group was at the lineup, Abraham's head already bashed to a unidentifiable pulp. Due to the scene she couldnt help but act in fury and tried attacking negan but his men was able to catch up and before she could even lay a finger on negan, she was kneeling aswell. this triggers Daryl, not being able to see reader in such danger as he vowed to protect her at all cost and punched negan which causes him to stumble. And instead of glenn dying at Daryl's outburst, its the reader who gets a taste of lucille.

And i leave the rest to you! :DD

Well first of all anon I am HONORED to be your go to 🥹 please accept this flower as a token of my appreciation 🌸

Anyways, I’m an absolute sucker for angst and you have INSPIRED ME. I hope you’re ready for the b i g sad.

*ahem* *cracks knuckles*

The Man Who…

Masterlist || Taglist

(Fem!Reader) (Reader Description: has hair)

Warnings: blood, gore, profanity

With your teeth chewing tirelessly at your nail beds, the flesh had become raw. A faint hue of blood settled in between the cracks on your lips.

A deep pit had formed in your gut. It was vacuous, consuming. Your nerves were eating you alive. Nobody had come back yet. You knew it wouldn’t be a quick trip, but still. And nobody had radioed back in over an hour.

You sucked in a sharp breath, partially in hopes that the sensation of air filling your lungs would calm the rapid pace of your heart.

“Is something the matter?” Gabriel asked you, having picked up on your restlessness.

“We haven’t heard from them.” You said simply, foot tapping against the ground. Gabriel pressed his lips together and nodded.

“The Lord is with them. They’ll be okay.” He assured you. With a scoff, your rolled your eyes. Who was he to preach to you in times of need? What did he care? He left his entire congregation to be eaten alive.

“I have to use the bathroom.” You announced abruptly, pushing your chair back and exiting the room with haste. You stomped down the hall into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You stared at yourself for a while, begging your reflection for some guidance. Daryl told you to stay put. You made a deal with him a long time ago, never to break away from the plan unless you had no choice. However, would he sit idly by if he didn’t know you were safe? Surely not. You may have made a deal with him, but the two of you had also taken an oath to each other.

It was the silent, unspoken kind of promise. Neither of you needed to say it out loud, you just knew. You’d always protect each other, you’d always find each other, and you’d never leave the other behind. So why were you still standing there?

They would have contacted you by now if they were okay. That was the plan, and you never strayed away from the plan.

Without a second thought, you marched out of the bathroom and made hast to the armory, mapping out a plan in your mind as you did so.

……

The engine sputtered as you pulled the key from the ignition. You’d been driving for roughly an hour, following the route the others would have taken. You only pulled over when you saw the RV parked on the side of the road.

As you examined the scene around the vacant house-on-wheels, you were able to put Daryl’s teachings to use in identifying the tracks leading into the trees. The woods were eerily quiet as you followed the trail of disturbed undergrowth. Dusk was settling in, and the only sound to be identified were the rhythmic chirps of frogs and crickets.

Nightfall crept up on you quickly. Your breath had become visible in the moonlight, chills crawling all over you. Regardless, you pressed on. The night could throw anything your way, but you wouldn’t turn back. The idea that something was terribly wrong hadn’t eased. If anything, the feeling grew more dire, as if you were running out of time.

You had been consumed entirely by your thoughts at this point, worst case scenarios floating around in a sea of worry inside your mind. You were only brought back to the present when you caught a glimpse of shining lights just up ahead. Hurriedly, you crouched down into some shrubbery. The bright lights casted shadows through the leaves that danced over your face as you peered through the bushes to see what was going on.

It was hard to make out, but you could see a wall of people surrounding another RV. There was a voice, too, hidden behind the barricade of bodies. It was giving some kind of speech that you couldn’t quite pick up on. The people surrounding the scene were predatory in their demeanor, like a pack of hungry hyenas cornering their kill.

You watched for some time before you caught onto a second voice — one with more grit to it — and you recognized it immediately.

Rick was on the other side of these people, which meant the rest of your family was too. It meant Daryl would be there too.

As carefully as you could, you crawled closer, sticking low into to the shadows. You could almost make out what was being said when a strong pair of arms yolked you up by the waist. A gust of breath escaped you as your back impacted a solid chest. You flailed your arms and legs, hissing profanities in between your hunts and growls. Whoever it was struggled to contain you, but they were still just strong enough to hold you.

The people who previously had their backs to you parted, allowing entrance into their circle. The man who had your restrained dragged you into the middle. When you finally grew tired of struggling and had a chance to look around, you took it all in.

Your friends were all kneeling on the ground, shock and grief written all over their faces. People you’d never seen before surrounded you.

Your captor threw you down in to the dirt. You caught yourself with your hands. A pair of boots stepped in front of you. Your eyes followed them up to a face.

He was tall and menacing. A wide grin spear over his lips as he chuckled, swinging a bat over his shoulder.

“She was watching from the bushes, sir.” The man who found you reported.

“Huh.” He hummed, spinning on his heel to face Rick. “One of yours, I take it?”

Rick hesitated to nod. The man thought for a moment, as you continued to study the scene around you. When your eyes fell on Abraham — or, what used to be Abraham — a wave a nausea washed over you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to suppress a gag.

“Oh, shit.” The man chuckled. “Guess you missed that part. See, that’s payback for fucking with me.”

“You cocksucker.” You growled, scowling as you lunched up at the man. Arms wrapped around you again, shoving you back down into the dirt. He dragged you over to Rick and the others, kicking you into place.

That was all Daryl could bare. His chest tightened, a sharp feeling darting from his core down into he tips of his fingers. His face went numb with nerves. He had no time to think. Before you could even push yourself off the ground, Daryl sprung forward and landed a solid punch across Negan’s face.

Two men quickly dragged Daryl back into place, one of them holding a familiar crossbow to his head. “Let me do it, boss.” The man begged.

Negan recollected himself quickly, laughing at the audacity required to attack him under such circumstances. Had he not made himself clear?

“Nah. That’s not gonna work.” Negan shook his head. “I told you. No exceptions.”

In the blink of an eye his bat was raised. Time slowed down, nearly halted for those around you. You looked up, tears flowing softly down your cheeks. For a moment, you felt peace. The next moment, fear. Finally, pain. A searing, crushing, all-consuming kind of pain. A loud crunch echoed through the trees. Your ears rang loudly, vision blurry and red. You blinked rapidly, throwing to clear whatever was in your eyes.

Gasps and sobs followed. Your friends and family around you watched in horror as you struggled to sit back up. It didn’t seem like you really registered what happened. You were too disoriented from the first blow to feel the second one.

You gurgled as tried to speak, blood spurting from your lips. Daryl’s cries rattled his body, barely able to make a sound as his breath seemed to be knocked out every time the bat fell down on your skull.

The only thing you could see was a blur of lights and shadows, tainted red with your own blood. For everyone else, the view was much more gruesome. Bits of bone and brain were hanging from your frizz of hair, some of which had been snagged on Lucille’s barbed wire dressing and ripped out. Only two blows from the bat and your were fully incapacitated, reduced to a bloody blubbering lump on the ground with a dent in your skull.

Weak with horror, Daryl lost the strength to sit straight. He fell tot he ground, attempting to drag himself toward you. A heavy boot pressed into his back, holding him firmly down.

Even Negan seemed to falter at the sight of his own destruction. Killing women was a new low for him, even with his track record. Especially in such a barbaric fashion. A sniffed and frowned, gripping Lucille tightly. It was too late for second thoughts. Daryl had to be taught a lesson. He had to understand how things would be from now on. There would be no more bravery or heroism. There would only be Negan.

He raised the bat once more, glancing over to Daryl as he groveled and sobbed below Dwight’s boot. The pain in Daryl’s eyes struck a chord in Negan. It was an unmistakable kind of reaction. The kind you could only bring out of a man when you were taking away the person he loved. Negan knew that feeling all too well. His eyes fell back down to you, twitching and squeaking with pain and confusion. He decided the best thing he could do for you was to swing hard and end your misery.

The final blow was the loudest, the messiest, the one nobody could bare to watch. Blood and brain matter splattered across those close to you. Daryl, Rosita, Negan, Dwight. Everyone was silent, save for a few sobs and the only pairs of eyes that never left you were those of Daryl and Negan. The man who loved you, and the man that killed you.

……

On days like this, Daryl found his peace in the woods. His fondest memories were there.

It was the only place he could still be close to you. Near the small streams, he’d hear echoes of your laughter from years passed. He’d see the glow in your hair as the rays of sunlight filtered through the treetops, and he’d smell your sun baked scalp in the wind, just like when he’d hug you tight and press his nose into your hair.

You were everywhere around him, even if you were long gone. He’d visit this spot often. Some found this place to be haunted. Too many bad memories plagued the grounds. But, to Daryl, it was sacred. It was the last place he saw you, living and breathing.

Your body was gone from there, but your presence lingered. Your blood had soaked into the dirt long ago, mingling with the rain as it watered the earth to sprout new life. When he cremated you, he spread the ashes here. You’d be part of the earth now and forever, and he’d always have this place to visit when he missed you.

Hell, he always missed you. He never stopped thinking about you. The war was over years ago, and new threats had risen and fell. Still, you were all around him. He vowed to protect you always. He may have failed at that, but he’d never allow himself to stop honoring you. He was the man who loved you, and he’d be the man who remembered you even when no one else did.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the bouquet of flowers he’d picked at the Kingdom. A long time ago, when he first escaped the Sanctuary, he returned to this spot to decorate it. He’d lugged heavy stones and sturdy branches over and arranged them around the spot where you died. Every time he came back, he wove flowers into the crevices between the stones and twigs. He swept away fallen leaves and shooed away unwanted pests. He’d bring random trinkets and pieces of jewelry he thought you’d like and arrange them atop the stones. There was a blend of old tarnished items, dead flowers, and the new trinkets and floral arrangements he’d brought just now.

The most important thing, though, was the handwritten letter he’d always bring along. He’d wait until he had enough to tell you, then he’d write up a lengthy letter, just to sit and read it to you there. This time, he could only write of how much he missed you. How dreary life had become without you. How he missed your sarcasm, your giggle, your voice, your singing. He talked about Judith and RJ, and how he wished he could have had a child with you. He was always afraid of fatherhood, but somehow it seemed possible with you. If only you were there.

When he finished, he let the tears flow freely. He cried to you, cried for you. Eventually he’d clean himself up and place a kiss on the necklace draped over the biggest stone. It was your necklace, the one you had never taken off since he met you. It was the last tangible part of you he was able to touch.

“See ya later.” He whispered as he walked away.

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[bluehome91]

B.T. Express (originally named Brooklyn Transit Express) was an American funk/disco group, that had a number of successful songs during the 1970s.

The group was part of the "Brooklyn sound" of the early 1970s, formed from three players of the group King Davis House Rockers. The House Rockers were a local dance band who had released a couple of obscure singles (1967's "We All Make Mistakes Sometimes" on Verve Records, 1972's "Rum Punch") The three players (guitarist Richard Thompson, tenor sax player Bill Risbrook, and alto sax player Carlos Ward) formed Madison Street Express along with bassist Louis Risbrook (later Muslim-monickered Jamal Rasool), percussionist Dennis Rowe, drummer Terrell Wood, and vocalist Barbara Wood. They along with producer Jeff Lane signed with production company Roadshow Records to record writer Billy Nichols "Do It ('Til You're Satisfied)." The record was shopped around to major labels until it was accepted at Scepter Records. Scepter suggested the group change its name from Madison Street Express, hence the Brooklyn Transit Express. The single was released in August 1974, and reached the top 10. Lane took the group back into the studios at that point to record a second single and pitch a full album to the label. Scepter agreed to the LP and to Roadshow Records having its own label within Scepter Records.

The first two singles were hits, both number 1 R&B releases and both Top 5 pop singles in the US. The album hit number 1 on the R&B album chart and number 5 on the Pop album chart of the US. These recordings were also hits in the spreading disco culture, "Do It" peaking on club playlists before Billboard started a separate disco chart, but the follow-up single sat for five weeks at number 1. They were certified gold releases.

BT Express released an album per year through 1978. With the third album, Leslie Ming was brought in as drummer and keyboardist Michael Jones was added as keyboardist. Jamal, who had converted to the Muslim faith, gave Jones the name Kashif Saleem, which he used after departing the group, in 1979, to pursue producing ("Mighty M Productions" with Morrie Brown and Paul Laurence Jones) and solo recording ventures. That year songwriter Billy Nichols and drummer Leslie Ming also departed the group. In 1976 Scepter records was experiencing business difficulties that soon ended the company, and BT Express was given a distribution deal with Columbia Records, which, though it gave them greater exposure, resulted in less attention being paid to their production, since they had so many acts to concentrate on. The group did not achieve the level of radio or sales success on Columbia that they had on the more nurturing but by-then defunct Scepter. They stayed with Columbia for five years, with Lane producing through 1978, then Nichols producing their fifth album before he departed for solo work, and Morrie Brown producing the sixth LP and several follow-up tracks. The group switched labels to Coast To Coast Records for the 1982 LP, to Earthtone Records for a later 1982 single, and to manager King Davis' own label in 1985.

[the-resident-gay]

Nobody by The Crane Wives is an Icarus Morningstar song

Some of it is more of a stretch than others but it is, overall, an Icarus Morningstar song

She woke me up at dawn, soft-spoken as a spider Spinning webs of holy words while she was still asleep

Fable communicated with Icarus, begging them to release him, in every way possible, including through dreams if my memory serves me correctly Kill the moon beneath my window, pull the covers tighter And hear her voice go swinging like a hatchet through the trees

The things are with Icarus almost all the time. Especially towards the end of the SMP, they are often trying to be the voice of reason- and Icarus knows this, Icarus asks us, the things, why we can't just trust them. But on some level, they know what they're doing is wrong, we can see it on their face when they read the chat and process and feel the need to respond, to argue, to defend their actions. And there's something about that, about how they hear us and listen and still keep going with what they were doing anyway. Like they refuse to acknowledge their own reservations about their actions until someone else puts words to them.

There's a shadow at the back door Something's moving in the shade She lights cigarettes like lanterns For the darkness in my head

This is a bit of a reach but this is also about the things. The things, so loud about how Icarus shouldn't do what they're doing, shouldn't side with Fable, shouldn't run after Rae found out about Centross. They bring light to what Icarus is ignoring.

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

And this is about Fable. This is about Fable manipulating Icarus from the beginning, taking advantage of Icarus' self-imposed isolation(they didn't talk to people unless asked to, Rae or Centross had to get them out of the house often), how after Centross died Fable said he'd bring him back. And Icarus listening to what he told them, only what he told them.

Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor Wrap her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go

Fable needed to keep Icarus on his side. He would manipulate them as much as he needed to in order to keep his child on his side. But some part of Icarus knew Fable was and would continue doing more harm than good. Her fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

Fable wasn't exactly kind to Icarus. And I think that's putting it lightly. Icarus, whether they realized it or not, was at least a little afraid of Fable. They're also desperate for his attention, his praise, his *love*. And they didn't get it, did they? But they got his disappointment when they failed to follow through.

The keys are in the back door Something's wailing in my chest It eclipses every siren Any sins that she's confessed

Icarus could've left! They could've. They could've gone back to Rae. Ven left, and would have taken them with. Arisanna too. And they know this, they know that leaving was always an option in the back of their mind and that part of them was crying, screaming, begging to leave and would not stop.

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me So she tells me

The "So she tells me" carries so much. Who has loved Icarus the way Fable claims he does? Who has cared the way Fable claims? After Centross died Icarus was vulnerable and Fable preyed on that. So he tells them he will bring their friend, their best friend, back. Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

And Icarus agrees. Icarus believes. Icarus believes Fable, and considers nobody else.

I should be counting blessings Something is better than nothing Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

This is enough, for Icarus. This isolation, this cage Fable put them in, they put themselves in. Because they have something, right? This belief that when all is said and done, Centross will be brought back. Right? Right? They're lucky Fable cares, aren't they? It's close enough to perfect What does it hurt, a little bit? A little bit A little bit The glitching hurt. Missing Centross hurts. Being alone hurts. But it's okay. It's okay. They're making everything better, they're fixing everything. Who cares if it hurts?

Maybe they deserve to hurt

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she loves me

This is Icarus' final acceptance. They know what they're doing is wrong but they're in too deep now. Nobody ever loved them like Fable does because Fable doesn't, thats the thing. But they're in too deep, they're too far gone, they are in their own mind beyond saving.

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

But in the end, its fake. Fable always tells them, and nothing else. And they listen. They listen to what Fable tells them.

[eightsfate]

[ 💌 FANS message from hyunjin 🥟 ]

[240610]

💬: you must be happy since you’re so loved 💖

🥟: exactly, this life is a awak

💬: hwang hyunjin can you send a kiss towards my house?

🥟: I sent it, but I don’t know if it arrived safely

💬: hyunjin-ah do you prefer being 100% happy tomorrow and be sad today, or being happy today and not knowing what you’ll feel like tomorrow?

🥟: being sad today so I’ll be happy tomorrow

💬: hyune-ya pls let us know your fave from jujutsu kaisen.. mine are megumi and okkotsu

🥟: for me

🥟: am I allowed to say it?

🥟: it’s actually okkotsu yuta

🥟: “how rude. This is pure love.”

🥟: I should really stop.

💬: hyunjin-ah… hyunjin hyunjin-ah…I’m dying to know who’s your fave from blue lock

🥟: ah it’s a secret though

🥟: it’s chigiri hyoma

💬: it rains ☔️ I get emotional on these days, but I like them too

🥟: when it rains it rains, and when it’s sunny it’s sunny… my mood doesn’t seem to change depending on the weather anymore~

💬: how can I sleep if hyunjinie is not sleeping

🥟: you’re also right

🥟: sleep well~

💬: (op posted the initial letter of each word for hyunjin to guess the whole message and the following is how he interpreted it)

🥟: hwang hyunjin is a bit funny but not tall..

🥟 tall? T..?

💬: hyunjin-ah I drank today and I miss you a lot

🥟: you must’ve had a lot to drink. Go home and rest

💬: hyunjin-ah what do you think of this topic? “Can we or can we not call something happiness if we don’t perceive it as such”? I don't think we can. How can I call happiness a happiness I can't feel? I can say back then I was happy only if I'm happy right now... so I try to live every single day being thankful. What do you think? I'm curious.

🥟: I don’t think it’s happiness if I’m not sure it is, even after others try to convince me it is.

🥟: and even if others were to say “you’re happier than others”, it’s useless if I don’t feel a sense of accomplishment or happiness.

[thefourchimes]

Encanto Dashboard Simulator

haha guess who just decided to try something completely unhinged in an attempt to be funny and is probably failing miserably at it?

#im trying my best #this will probably crash and burn but hey at least i tried right #say hello to an encanto dashboard simulator #the movie but in tumblr lmao #or rather this is a day before the movie #also i think i fumbled on some of the characterizations...im sorry pls go easy on me ahahsfiuhasf #oh and dont question too much about time periods because i have no idea either #i kept it as vague as possible lmao

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🕯 encanto-updates May 20

Antonio Madrigal, the youngest member of the magical Madrigal family, will be having his 5th birthday and gift ceremony tomorrow!

The ceremony and celebration will be happening at Casita by 7 in the evening!

#madrigal ceremonies #the madrigals #madrigal family #antonio madrigal #the encanto

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🔁👀 hidden-in-plain-sight reblogged farmingwoes May 20

🏯 probablymagicalplaces Follow May 20

does anyone have any theories on what the youngest madrigal's gift will be?

🥣 magic-soup Follow May 20

maybe something similar to his siblings?? dolores has superhearing and camilo has shapeshifting. what could be a possible gift like those?

or maybe like his mom! something closer to nature, maybe

🌾 farmingwoes Follow May 20

as long as it isn't like his mother's gift, pretty much anything is good

🔇 shhhhquiet May 20

hm.

👀 hidden-in-plain-sight May 20

hey man @farmingwoes u really shouldnt be saying things like this, u know? i mean, what if a madrigal sees it? u'd be screwed!

🌾 farmingwoes Follow May 20

as if the family would check this hellsite

👀 hidden-in-plain-sight May 20

u never know tho...they could literally be reading this right now

#theres always a chance ur words will come back to bite u #:]

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🙃 aaaaaaaaa May 20 • Liked by nothingswrongimtotallyfine

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#screams #more screaming

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🔁💃 his-shine reblogged her-sun May 20

🎶 her-sun Follow May 20

@his-shine Mi vida, I have a cup of coffee with your name on it.

💃 his-shine Follow May 20

You are a lifesaver.

#gracias #i really appreciate it #<3

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🧍‍♂️ listentomeimserious Follow May 20 • Because you follow #the madrigals

Finally, after three whole months of researching and writing, I have done it.

Here, in all its glory, is my analysis on why the Madrigals are a cult, complete with sources, pictures, and pure undeniable proof to drill the point home and shut the doubters up.

Let's begin.

` Keep Reading

#the madrigals #encanto #this took me so long to gather and write #but i have finally done it #here is your proof!! #the madrigals are a cult!!!

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🔁🪓 please-take-a-break reblogged need-a-break May 20

🪓 please-take-a-break Follow May 20

I did not expect that tree to fall down the way it did.

🔪 need-a-break Follow May 20

Ay...come here, mi amor.

#eheh...lo siento

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🔁🫠 nothingswrongimtotallyfine reblogged lovercorn May 20

👊 gotintoafistfightanddidntdie Follow May 20

there's a donkey munching hay outside my house again...

🌽 lovercorn Follow May 20

op, are you okay...did you get enough sleep

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🧶 wondrous-crafts May 20

⚫ Anonymous asked: any new projects you made recently? will you share them?

Oh! Well, I do have some things I created in the past few weeks. A stuff toy and some embroidered items ready for events...

Not sure yet if I'll share them but we can see how that goes!

#got a couple things prepared for my family #but we'll have to see if i'll share them hahaha #yeah

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🔁🐀 iaminyourwalls reblogged jumpedbyacapybara May 20 • They're back!

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sure hope tomorrow won't be a disaster in the making

#knock knock knock #knock on wood

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[kahvilahuhut]

just a normal workplace conversation

Summary: What happens when you have two people, who have known each other since university, work on the same project leading different teams? Definitely completely normal conversations that definitely stay on the the same topic all the time (sarcasm). What else can you talk about on your way from one room to another.

Tws: mention of a wound

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"Hey, Toby. Do you have a moment? Can I get your thoughts on something?"

Tobias turned around and saw Aleena leaning on the door frame, hologram gloves on. He waved his hand. "Sure! If we also get more coffee on our way to your little hologram room," he glanced at his three empty cups standing in the same corner of his desk, one clearly leaving a stain on his to-do list.

"Still a coffee freak, I see. Have you ever tried matcha?"

"Green tea is for evenings when you gotta calm down but don't want to sleep yet. Speaking of, hang on, need to write this down or I'll forget," he opened his whiteboard marker and wrote 'buy more genmaitcha' on his notes section of the board.

"I disagree with your tea opinions but sure, do whatever you want."

"Funny how you're talking about tea when all our office had back then was english breakfast and some flavored green tea."

"It had earl grey too."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway," he closed his whiteboard marker and placed it in his lab coat's pocket, "what do you need my thoughts for? Though, if it's something anatomy related, I probably barely have any thoughts."

Aleena smirked and motioned him to follow. "Weren't you the guy with the heaviest physiology book in dorm?"

"Bold of you to assume I ever opened it," he chuckled. "I think I mostly used it as a press for things. Like if I accidentally fucked up my notebook's front page and couldn't straighten it out with bare hands or a ruler. Never been into collecting leaves, though. I even managed to skip the whole school year that had it."

"City kid."

"Hey, I was raised in suburbs, we had trees and plants there! A pair of pigeons used to make a nest in front of my house. I just, you know," he shook his hands, "don't want to touch anything dirty. One of the reasons I suck at gardening, too."

"Honestly, that explains while you prefer working in a clean lab environment."

"Hah, nothing better than the smell of dimethyl sulfoxide," he paused with a wide smile, "Get it? Because it doesn't have a scent. At least when it's pure."

"Missed your humor, lab boy. And your sweaters. Is that a bee?"

"Yes! I think the first time I knitted one like this was almost seventeen years ago. I've made at least four of these. First one got ruined when I accidentally knocked a wine bottle while leaning to- Well, anyway! Glad you noticed. I think Samuel hates it. Saw him today when I came to the office in the morning and he just stared at me and my sweater."

"He hates everything related to you, it seems, if I can be honest?" She looked around to make sure that no one was close by, "I heard he wanted to pick someone else as the lead chemist, and the project board overruled him."

"Oh, god, you should have seen his face when I mentioned in the interview that I've only been doing part-time roles for last decade due to health problems. I mean, he's a Mackie guy, though, so no surprise there."

"They seem to have not liking you as a personality trait. Which is funny, considering how your wife works there."

Tobias laughed. "I think Klara's the only reason why their agents haven't shot me in some dark alley yet," he paused, "Can you blame them though? Imagine a guy who tried to whistleblow one of your projects now appears on your new project rekated to the previously mentioned project."

"Christ, Toby, you know how to have fun, don't you," Aleena laughed and opened the door to hologram room. "Speaking of projects, that's one of the things I need your help with. I found something while looking through the old project's files. Since you were there, I thought you could explain it."

He walked in after her, slightly wincing at the bright lamp shining in the middle of dark room. "Oooooh. I'm already having a bad feeling about this." Tobias wasn't sure himself whether he said that about the thing Aleena was asking him about or that he forgot to refill his migraine meds in the bag.

"You said the same thing about taking Frank as one of the ad faces."

"Was I wrong?"

"You tell me - is he good in bed?"

"He sucks. Interpret that however you want."

"Alright then, keep your dirty secrets." She walked to the round, grey area on the floor and pressed a button on the screen next to it. A hologram appeared, showing a scanned part of a hand, stab wound clearly visible. Aleena switched on her gloves and waved her hands to zoom in on the inside parts of the wound. "This was the problem, wasn't it? The substance clogging literally everything around the wound."

Tobias nodded. "Uh-huh. And then they decided to use it as something to cause lethal damage with. And failed."

"Yeah, well. I was thinking, you know," she swiped her hand to the right and an animation appeared, "what if we managed to somehow make it only block the wound, like some kind of magic band-aid?"

"When they closed the project they were indeed theorizing that, if I remember right."

"So it might just work?"

"Hell yeah it might work."

[jedi-princess-kestis]

Plan 24

Summery: Rex and the gang show up to Pabu with Senator Riyo Chuchi to give some supplies and support to the clones who were rescued from Tantiss, as well as a little R&R for themselves. But Tiha, the resident Jedi and the Bad Batch are ready to turn this visit into a war zone. But this isn't your typical battle... Oh no.... This is a water fight.

Characters: Rex, Gregor, Echo, Howzer, Senator Riyo Chuchi, Tiha (my OC), Mox, Deke, Stak, Taps (clone OC), Omega and the Bad Batch.

Word Count: 5.8k (don't look at me like that)

Warnings: maybe a few swear words, but mostly fluff and fun.

Prompts: Water Guns and "It's not what you think". This is for the "Summer of the Bad Batch" prompt challenge week 1! @summer-of-bad-batch

A/N: apparently I have no self control and don't understand the meaning of "short oneshot". I told myself no new OCs, keep it short and sweet and use a story you already have going..... I don't listen 🤣. I blame @kybercrystals94 for hosting this amazing prompt challenge and for being my cheerleader and hyping me us as I wrote this. I hope you enjoy! (Also if anyone would like to find out more about Tiha Wenn, my Jedi OC *she maybe returning😏* please hit me up, I have pictures of her and all kinds of info on her if you are interested!)

Meet the OC

Echo, Rex, Howzer and Gregor were bringing Senator Riyo Chuchi to Pabu to meet with Shep and bring some supplies for the clones that had chosen to stay and leave the fight behind for some much needed R&R. It was also a chance for a little R&R for themselves too. Echo and Gregor landed the ship at the top of the village on the landing pad, letting the ramp slide down as they followed the Senator down the steps they were greeted by Mox, Deke and Taps, a Clone who had been saved from Tantiss.

"Troopers." Rex said with a nod of his head, before glancing around looking for a specific bunch of clones. "Where is Omega and the boys at?" He asked after not finding them anywhere near the landing pad.

"We are here to take the Senator to safety at Shep's house." Mox spoke up as he stepped forward. Riyo glanced at Rex and Echo before looking back at the young clones.

"Safety?" She questioned.

"From what?" Gregor spoke up as well as he glanced around the seemingly quiet island. That's when Taps stepped forward, a bag that had been slung over his shoulder hitting the ground. Different types and sizes of blasters tumbled out of the bag. Howzer picked up one of these blasters and looked it over. After feeling the odd weight of it he glanced up at Taps with a raised eyebrow.

"These blasters have water in them." He deadpanned as he tossed the weapon over to Echo. "What's going on here?" Mox just smiled as he took Riyo's hand and pulled her away from the clones a bit. Just as he was about to speak up, Tiha walked up to the group, hands open in a welcoming gesture. She had been the Jedi the Batch had helped during a mission, and had since then become a member of the group.

"It's so good to see you again Echo." She said with a quick hug and a pat on the back. He smiled as he placed his real hand onto her back, giving her a small squeeze. "Men, it's good to see you all well. You too, Senator."

"Good to see you too, General. So what's going on here? What's with the blasters filled with water?" Echo pointed to the bag on the ground. Tiha gave him a grin that held nothing but mischief, her eyes sparking. She bent down and picked up a blaster and gave it a small shake, letting the sound of the water inside slush around.

"This Gentleman is why the Senator needs to be taken to safety. Which Mox, Deke and I will be making sure of. As for you, Stak and Taps will be setting you up at your base of operations. Plan strategically, Omega doesn't always play fair."

Rex stepped forward and waved a hand at the water guns. "And what exactly are we supposed to do with them?"

Tiha and Riyo both smiled, the Senator catching onto what was going on. "Why Captain, I would think you would know a clear sign of war was." The Senator spoke up.

"She's right. The team with the last man standing is the winner. Wet kit or shirt, you're dead. Have fun!" Tiha said with a wave of her hand as Mox, Deke and herself walked down the stone pathway with Riyo in tow. The Jedi and the Senator walked side by side, chuckling at the still confused looks on their faces.

"How much of a chance do you think they got?" Riyo asked softly as they made their way down the stone stairs that lead to Shep's house. Tiha chuckled and shook her head, casting a glance towards "The Nest" that sat high above Shep's house. That was Crosshair and Omega's favorite place to watch the island below, being able to see everything and everyone from there. A flash of metal caught her eye and she knew at least one of them was already parched up there.

"Honestly, Rex and the boys don't stand a chance."

••••••••

Omega was up in The Nest with Crosshair, watching the world below them. Crosshair used his scope from his firepuncher on his water sniper, watching Rex and his men move about the landing pad, real blasters left in their ship, water guns now strapped to their hips and backs. He gained as they used the landing pad as their base, but only Howzer remained behind, Echo, Rex and Gregor wandered down the stone path into the high parts of the village. Omega watched as well through her own scope, one he had made her, that was strapped to her own snipper like water gun.

"Havoc 1, come in." Omega said into her comm as she leaned back against the wood siding of The Nest.

"Go for Havoc 1."

"The King and his guards are on the move."

Hunter's deep chuckle came across the comm, the code names making him laugh. "What's your plan Mega?"

"Bad Batch, plan 24." Omega said over the group comm, letting Wrecker in on the conversation. He lets out a whoop, before the comms went silent. Crosshair gave her a side smirk, before moving to her place in The Nest. She moved closer to the pole that was attached to the side, grabbing hold before giving him a two finger salute and sliding down the pole to the ground below. Once her feet hit the ground she made her way through the narrow pathway that led to Shep's back porch. Keeping low, snipper strapped to her back and water pistol now in hand, she made her way through the back gate.

"I see the games have begun." The voice made Omega jump out of her skin as she spun around to find the owner of the voice. There, sitting at the long table was Tiha and Riyo, drinks in hand as they watched the young teenager. Placing a hand over her heart she took a deep breath before smiling.

"First off you scared me. And second off yes, the plan has been set." She nodded towards her water gun and then back to Tiha. "Not too late to join the fight, General."

Tiha and Riyo both smiled and shook their heads before Riyo took a sip of her drink. She had changed into a soft pair of pants, a tight fitting shirt and her hair was now pulled into a high ponytail. Tiha was closely matched, only her top was a crop top. Her short green hair pushed back off her face.

"You go have fun Mega." Tiha said with a wave of her hand as the teenager gave a nod and moved back into her stealth approach. Omega moved with grace as she kept low, moving behind the rock walls and trees that lined the homes and pathways. This was a game that played often, this was something she had learned to excel at. She looked towards her north, seeing the long winding path and the high buildings that were on its one side. With a small flash of light, she saw Hunter's signal that someone was close by. She quickly made her way under the tall bushes, pushing herself into the reed grasses to hide herself. She made herself as small as possible, her breathing slowed down so she wouldn't be heard. Coming around the corner was Echo, water gun in hand as he slowly made his way down the path, his eyes looking every which way to find a target. A smile twitched at his lips, the thrill of this unknown game making him feel young again. His ARC Trooper training kicked in as he studied the land before him.

He saw a flash of something to his left, his eyes darted there, but his blaster stayed forward so it didn't give him away. He took a step forward, watching out of the corner of his eye towards the roof of one of the tall buildings. What he had learned as soon as he inspected the water guns was that they had been modified to have the same reach that a normal blaster would. They would shoot the water at a faster velocity then a plain plastic water gun, being able to reach targets farther away. Keeping his eye on the target he saw a flash of red on the roof.

Hunter.

With a grin Echo grabbed hold of a low hanging overhang and leaped up into the roof of a shed. He bent low, keeping his water gun ready and waiting. With slow precise steps he crapped across the roof, before jumping onto the next, his footsteps light and soft as he moved, hardly a sound coming from his boot falls. Echo inched forward, raising his blaster higher, ready to strike the second Hunter appeared.

Just a few more steps…..

"Gotcha!" He yelled as he leaped forward spraying a stream of water at…..

A strip of red cloth tied to a pole.

"What the kriff?" He had been played. He glanced around, trying to find any sign of movement when it finally clicked. Plan 24. With a groan he pulled out his comm and called to his team, letting them know what that the Batch were playing at. "I guess they forgot I know all the plans, and plan 24 is all about stealth, deception and cornering the targets. Be on guard." He told the team before jumping into the next roof, trying to find Hunter and the others.

••••••

Omega made her way farther down into Pabu, keeping to the shadows, keeping her feet light as she moved. She was following Rex as he moved with ease, keeping himself hidden from the others. He stayed off the path, keeping his back to the stone walls to protect himself. He just never looked up at the roofs, to the small nooks that helped hide his sister. Rex moved down the stone steps, taking the first steps to Lower Pabu, just as Omega wanted. The closer they got them towards the beach and the cove, the better. She looked further down into the village and saw Wrecker running towards the square. Good, he was setting up the next trap in plan 24.

Keeping to the shrubs and trees she moved softly as she followed Rex who had also gotten a glimpse of Wrecker down below. Knowing he'd take the bait, and that Echo had no doubtedly warned the others of plan 24. But Plan 24 for a Water Battle was different then the plan 24 he had grown to know. And that was working in their advantage. Watching as Rex leaped over the stone wall, going after Wrecker, she looked up towards The Nest and saw a flash of light.

"Kirff." She swore lightly before leaping over a small stone wall that had crumbled years ago and made her way up a thick tree. No more than a minute later, Gregor came around the corner. Holding her breath and pushing herself tighter to the tree truck, letting the leaves hide her, she waited until he passed below. She watched as he made his way down the path, not following Rex but keeping to the same path he had once been taking, heading to lower Pabu. Once Gregor disappeared down the stairs to the lower city, Omega came down from the tree.

"Sitrep, go." She said into her comms once her feet hit the ground.

"The King is staying on target, one of his guards is not far behind. The ARC is circling back towards The Nest." Crosshair's raspy cold voice filled her earpiece.

"I got eyes on the guard of the castle." Hunter's smoky tone spoke up after Crosshair.

"Wrecker watch your back. The King is not far behind." Crosshair came back across the comms, his eyes trained to the village below.

"I got 'em. Hang in there Wrecker." Omega said before breaking into a run down the stone stairs, leaping into the reed grass and making her way towards the markets, where Wrecker was currently trying to stay hidden from Rex. Gregor had disappeared into the market, keeping a low profile as Rex kept after Wrecker. Omega kept up with Rex, following him at a safe enough distance but too far to properly fire a clean shot of water to mark him out. So she rounded a corner, taking a different path but a faster one to where Wrecker was heading, to try and cut off Rex before he got to her teammate. She pressed her back to the stone wall of a shop, watching the small walkway between buildings for Rex to emerge. Water blaster at the ready she took a slow, can't breath like Crosshair has shown her to do, leveled out the blaster and….

"Gotcha!" Gregor's slightly higher pitched tone made her jump out of her skin, going into a tuck and roll just as a spray of water soaked the wall where she had just been. "Get back here Omega!" He laughed as he fired again at her, only for Omega to dive for the ground to avoid the spray of water. She screeched in delight as she took off running, trying to avoid the rapid fire of Gregor's water gun. His laughter also filled the air, as he made after her down the Stony path deeper into the marker square. Darting in between market stalls, Omega kept ahead of Gregor as she pushed herself faster. She could still hear his footfalls as they ran, but she kept herself small enough and well enough hidden between the carts and crates that he couldn't get a clean shot. As she neared a small alleyway, she tripped over something on the ground, the water pistol going flying from her hand. As she hit the ground she rolled to the side, pulling her water sniper off her back and raised it as Gregor ran up. But before either one could take a shot at each other, a hearty downpour of water covered Gregor from head to toe in water. His squeal of horror from the cold water soaking him through made Omega laugh as she sat up right. There on the roof was Hunter, a huge, now empty, bucket of water in hand as he smirked down at the soaking commando.

"Better luck next time, old boy." Hunter chuckled with a two finger salute before casting a look down to his sister. "Better get running, Rex isn't far off." And with that he disappeared over the rise of the next roof. Omega chuckled as Gregor tossed her a dirty but playful look and shook out his hair, sending droplets flying.

"Head up to Shep's house and get some food from Tiha." She said as she picked up her water pistol, making sure it still worked before starting down the alleyways once more.

••••••

Tiha and Riyo laughed as they watched through their binocs from the balcony at the water war below. "They sure are taking this seriously aren't they?" Riyo asked as she sat back into her seat, waiting for Gregor to show up after he had been tagged out. Tiha laughed, sitting back down and nodded her head.

"I've been with the Batch for some time now. They don't like to lose. But then again, name a Clone that does."

Riyo pointed a knowing finger at the Jedi and chuckled before looking out over the island. It was peaceful here, despite the siblings raining water chaos onto the island at the moment. It was just what was needed. Gregor soon emerged, still dropping water from his tasseled hair and his shirt was damp, but a smile graced his face as he plopped down onto an empty chair, letting the sun dry him off.

"They play dirty and I want to see the rule book." He huffed with a chuckle as he took a sip of the fruity juice Shep was known for making. Tiha laughed and leaned back into her chair, her green hair shining in the sunlight.

"Ahhh, see had I wrote it, I would let you see it. But unfortunately that's Omega's department."

"Come now, General." Gregor spoke after a sip of juice, "you don't lead these battle plans?"

Tiha ran a hand through her hair, a coy smile bright on her lips as she shrugged her shoulders at him. "It's not what you think, Gregor. I may have led men into battle during the war, but with the Bad Batch, let's be honest…. Omega calls all the shots here. This is her idea, so I let her take the lead." Before Gregor or Riyo could speak up, heavy footfalls caught their attention. The three looked towards the gate to the balcony, watching as Wrecker came walking through, his pale green shirt soaked through.

"What happened to you?"

Wrecker groaned and rang out some of his shirt before sitting down. "Rex found me." He answered Gregor as he grabbed the pitcher of juice and poured himself a cup of it. Tiha and Riyo glanced at each other before chuckling, knowing things were ramping up in the city down below.

••••••••

Crosshair watched as Howzer left their ship, making his way quickly down the stony path to aid Rex and Echo now that Gregor was out of the game. He smirked as he moved his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, grabbing his water sniper and sliding it onto his back before sliding down the pole like Omega had done earlier. Once his boots hit the ground he pulled the water rifle off his back and took off after the captain. He found a stone wall that was only a small jump to a roof of one of the houses and he leaped over it, landing on the roof with a soft thud, and took off running. He kept his eye on Howzer, while keeping low as he worked his way forward, leaping from roof to roof, keeping pace with the man below him who was unaware of the sniper above him. Crosshair moved swiftly, years of training still kicking in as the thrill of the game hummed in his blood. Once he reached the market square he stopped on the roof of a long and tall building, laying down letting his breath even out as he looked for the others through his scope. He found Hunter still sticking to the rooftops as well, Omega was in the shadows keeping low in the market. Rex and Echo had met up and were keeping close as they looked for their opponents. Howzer was still making down the path, keeping low to the stone walls as he moved forward.

Using his tongue to flip the toothpick to the other side of his lips, he raised his rifle and found Howzer in his scope. Calm, even breathing took over his body, his mind sharp but relaxed as he took aim for the soldier in teal. Just as he was about to take aim at Howzers head, he ducked blow cover and before Crosshair register it, a blast of water shot right past his head, a few drops landing on his ear as he rolled to the side, slipping down the roof he had been on and landing like a lothcat on his feet. With a growl he clenched his rifle close to his body as he slipped around the side of the market building. He kept his back passed to the cool stone wall, keeping as quiet as possible as he moved. Once Crosshair hit the edge of the building he slowly peaked around the corner, trying to find the clone that shot water at him.

Another blast of water shot past his head, making him duck back behind the corner he had been peeking out from. "Kirff!" He hissed as he raised his rifle and shot a blast of water towards the stone wall near the steps that led into the market square. Blasts of water filled the space between them, Howzer and Crosshair trying to best the other. The soldiers did their best to stay hidden, while firing water rounds at the other on almost blinded shots. This went on round after round until Crosshair saw movement out of the corner of his eye. There, on the roofs leaping from ledge to ledge was Hunter. With a smirk he made sure his water levels were full, and darted out from his hiding spot to try and get a better view point on the other side of the market. A blast of water landed only an inch from where his foot landed as he ran, so he fired a shot back and slipped behind a market cart. Hunter dropped down behind him, his breath fast and his eyes with a wild and excited look to them.

"Omega is still after Rex and Echo. I figured I'd come help you." He said between pants of breath. Crosshair nodded, watching as Howzer lifted his head up to try and find them.

"Stick to the plan, I'll loop around the back and box him in." Hunter rasped as he also checked his water levels. Crosshair gave him a knowing look, and pointed towards the grove of Tookna citrus trees behind the market square.

"You'll have a better time going through there and around. He can't get a clear shot on you with how tight those branches are." They nodded and Hunter took off, Crosshair giving him cover fire as he made his way towards the trees. Keeping an eye on the clone Captain, he noticed that Howzer stopped firing and was trying to move farther down the stone path, closer to his current hiding spot. His toothpick had long gotten too wet and soft to keep chewing on, so he flicked it from his lips, letting the wood drop onto the ground.

"Ready when you are." Hunter's smoke filled tone whispered into his ear comm. Raising his rifle, Crosshair leaped from his spot, firing rapid shots at Howzers who was answering with his own fire. The Clone in teal darted out from his hiding spot, water blasters in both hands and he made shot after shot at the sniper. Both clones skipped and darted around the water fire, that is until Crosshair went to go into a slide and ended up slipping on the water they had been firing. He swung his rifle out, catching the leg of Howzer knocking him down as well. Both went down with thuds and groans.

Hunter leaped out from the Tookna trees, firing onto Howzer with a strong spray of water soaking his hair. The Sergeant laughed as Howzer coughed and spit up water, glaring at the troopers. But before Hunter and Crosshair could celebrate another target taken out, a downpour of water spilled down Crosshair's back, soaking his shirt. He growled from the cold water and saw Hunter dive rolling away, firing a few shots at their attacker.

"Run you idiot!" Crosshair yelled as he pushed himself up into his feet, watching Rex take after Hunter down the stone road. Echo stepped forward and gave the Clone Captain and Sniper a two finger salute, a wicked grin on his face.

"It's been fun boys, but duty calls." He called over his shoulder with a laugh as he chased after Rex and Hunter who had disappeared down the path towards the cove. Crosshair picked up his water rifle and glanced at Howzers out of the corner of his eye. He saw the Captain give him a look and Crosshair aggressively plopped a toothpick between his lips with a growl.

"Not a word out of you."

••••••••••

Tiha and Riyo watched as two more clones walked through the gate, adding to their seemingly growing watch party. "Welcome boys. Grab a drink and watch the fun!" Tiha giggled as Crosshair threw her a look before jumping up into the roof of Shep's house, leaning back against the warmed thatch to let himself dry off. Howzer took a glass of juice from Gregor, taking a sip of the sweet drink.

"I swear no one here plays far." He grumbled as he plopped down next to Wrecker, who clinked his glass to the Captain's.

"Nah, it's just Omega likes to change the rules as we go. Says it keeps it more lively." Wrecker barked with a laugh, he loved the chaos. The Jedi and the Senator just shook their heads with a smile, crapping their binocs and looked out over the island. They saw Rex and Echo on the move heading to the lower levels of Pabu, but Hunter and Omega were nowhere to be found. Tiha kept looking for her missing squad members, but didn't see them on the path or the rooftops. That could only mean they were sticking to the Tookna trees, so that the thick green leaves kept them hidden on their way down after Rex and Echo. Tiha put her binocs down and walked over to the roof that Crosshair was currently sunbathing on. With a small jump she landed softly on the roof beside him and bumped his shoulder with hers.

"I see you didn't last long this round." She teased. Her green hair fluttered in the soft sea breeze, her emerald eyes catching the sunlight. Crosshair opened one eye to look at her before moving the toothpick around in his mouth. He took the hand that has been resting on his chest and laid it in her lap, taking her hand. Tiha smiles softly at the gesture, running her thumb over the skin on the back of his hand.

"True, but next time I will win." His deep tone filled her ears like music as he rolled his head to the side to look up at her. Tiha gave him a mischievous grin before leaning down and kissing his nose, making it scrench up slightly.

"Not if I'm playing you won't."

••••••

The stakes were higher now. It was 2 even on each side. The plan had been working so far, but Rex and Echo were starting to wise up to the game. That meant tweaking the plan to still work in their advantage. Hunter moved like a ghost threw the Tookna citrus trees, leaping silently from branch to branch the salt sea air drifting up from the shore to cool the slight sweat that had formed at his neck. His senses worked in overtime, listening to the three different pairs of footfalls that moved along the path and the grove. He titled his head slightly, picking up on Omega's heartbeat not too far down the grove of trees from him. Titling his head to the other side, he reached out farther and heard the slight whirl and clank of Echo's legs as they moved, the study and strong footfalls of Rex. Both moved beyond the wall of the stone path, keeping to the sea reeds that lined the edges of Lower Pabu. With a smirk he moved farther into the grove of trees until the beach came into view. The plan was if they could get them to the cove, there was a small pool of water that showed up after low tide. It was the perfect trap to get the last two troopers to get completely soaked. He heard Omega move away from the grove of trees, having reached the beach and she began to take off running. He watched her from the grove's end, making sure she made it far enough ahead before Rex and Echo saw her. He heard a gleeful laugh as they made chase on the younger sister, and he waited until they passed before jumping from the tree and taking off after them. Hunter's legs pumped through the sand, his hair flying behind him as he felt the sun warm his skin. Omega led the group farther into the cove, ducking between two huge boulders that only had a big enough gap for her to fit through. Rex and Echo stopped short trying to figure out where she went when Echo saw Hunter approaching.

"Shit, go Rex!" He yelled as he dropped and rolled to the side, moving around the side of one of the large boulders. The pool of water was close by, Hunter knew Omega and he just had to push Rex and Echo back far enough to fall into it and they won. He went after Rex, who went around the other side of the boulder that took a longer path around to the pool that was hidden in the cove that Omega had already disappeared into. Pushing the Captain farther down the coast line, following the natural rock wall that blocked off most of the cove from view until you hit the part that opened up the ocean. During low tide a path made of boulders was available to walk across. During high tide the only way in was the small opening Omega had gone through, or climbing down from the cliffs below. Since it was low tide Hunter chased Rex towards the Cove opening, in hopes of pinning him down inside.

He could pick up the hum and click of Echo's mechanics from behind, but he didn't care at this point. He just needed to push Rex into the Cove and Omega would help take them out. The mouth of the cove came into sight and Hunter smiled triumphantly as the target moved into place. The war was over for this batch of clones, but they still found ways to use their training, to make their blood rush through their veins, to feel alive with adrenaline. The thrill of the chase.

Leaping from stone to stone Rex, Hunter and Echo raced into the cove, water blasting from their guns as they tried to best one another. Once they reach the island inside of the Cove, the small pool of water in its center they threw men came to a standstill, guns raised at each other and wild looks to their eyes. Hunter felt a smirk pull at his lips as he saw Omega crouched up on top of the cliff side ready for him to back Echo up enough for her to spray with water. He raised his guns a bit higher, making Echo and Rex both flinch.

"Seems we have a problem here boys." He finally spoke up, looking each one in the eyes before glancing back at Omega. Rex followed his gaze, seeing the blonde haired teen at the ready.

"What's the play here?"

"Care to surrender, Hunter?" Echo taunted as he tightened his grip on his water gun. He raised an eyebrow at Hunter when he saw a wicked grin spread across his lips. The Sergeant gave a dark chuckle, tossing his head to the side slightly to remove the hair that had blown into his eyes. With one final glance up to his child, he locked eyes with Echo and spoke one word.

"Negative."

Water blasted through the air as Omega shot at Echo's feet, making him jump to the side. Willing to sacrifice himself so their team could win, Hunter leaped forward, grabbing Rex around the waist and pushing him backwards with all his strength. Both men went flying down into the sand, Hunter forcing them into a roll as they both fired arounds of water at each other. With a final shove both went tumbling into the pool, going under the water before resurfacing coughing and spitting up the salty sea water that filled their noses and mouths. Echo was so busy watching the others that he didn't pay attention to Omega jumping from her perch and blasted him right in the back of the neck with a long stream of cold water. The ARC Trooper gasped from the cold wetness dripping down under his shirt as Omega kept firing on him. He threw his water gun down, raising his hands in the air as he laughed.

"Okay, okay! You win!" He exclaimed with laughter as he turned around to face the young girl. With a final blast of water to his face, Omega stopped firing the water gun, her laughter mixing with his as he wiped the water off his now dripping face. Rex and Hunter both laughed along as they climbed out of the pool, their clothes soaked through. Hunter's bandana has come off in the fall, his hair now loose and messy in his face as he shook it out, letting the water drops spray over Omega.

"Hunter!" Her giddy cries filled the air as she jumped back from her brother. The four of them all picked up their weapons and started the long walk back up to Shep's house to find the others. They talked and laughed along the way, the soldiers seeming more relaxed and at ease then they had ever been or felt before. It felt good to let loose and laugh, to be kids in their own way for once in their lives. Once they reached the top of Pabu and walked through the gates to Shep's balcony, Omega went running over to Crosshair who was sitting with Tiha on the hammock.

"We won Crosshair!" Her voice breathy from the long walk. He smiled up at her before ruffling her hair, making her giggle. Hunter, Rex and Echo each grabbed a glass of juice and found seats amongst their brothers and the Senator, letting the warm afternoon sun finish drying off their clothes as they sat and chatted.

"I still say I want to see a rule book." Gregor joked as he gave Omega a playful look. The teen stuck her tongue out at the Captain and the group laughed.

"You're just mad you lost to a kid." She jabbed back. This made a few of the boys howl with laughed, others tried to hide it behind their glasses. Gregor shot her a look before his own chuckle mixed with the others. Tiha and Riyo smiled at each other from their seats, happy to see the group of clones so relaxed and happy. It filled their hearts with joy to see them letting go for a moment, leaving the war behind for just a second to just be a family with little care in the galaxy.

"I think if we had known the rules we would have won." Howzer spoke up.

"Yeah, don't think next time you're going to win." Rex added with a lopsided smirk on his lips. "We won't be so easy to beat."

Tiha glanced at Crosshair, giving his hand a squeeze. He gave her a questioning look, watching as she got up from the hammock and walked over to Riyo. The two women gave each other a look, before Tiha gave a coy smile to the group.

"What are you two up to?" Crosshair questioned as he sat up straighter, knowing the look that was in his lover's eyes. As the others turned to look at the two women, Tiha waved her hand towards the open door of Shep's house. Two water blasters floated through the air, landing in the Jedi and Senator's hands.

"Care for round two gang?"

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[reginaofdoctorwho]

i think if you take video of someone you don't know in an ambulance you should go to jail. i think if you laugh about it and cheer when they have to get airlifted you should fucking die. anyway how was everyone else's night

[welcometogrouchland]

Darius 🤝 Willow

Beefing with the blights in complex, somewhat homoerotic ways

[acaciapines]

absolutely self-indulgent owl language breakdown from my owl house daemon au bc i was having fun with it today:

so we have 'wings-across-night' which is what the owl beast/firefly calls herself in her own language. the sounds of this name are spelled out as 'grr-click-growl', which, bc i have a sounds-to-general-meaning dictionary, is this idea of like...

the 'grr' and 'growl' are these lasting sounds, longer, and somewhat low and dangerous, which get across the 'wings' and 'night' idea that posit firefly as a hunter, who hunts best in the night. then we have the 'click' for across which is sort of a joining-together, and all-together it comes across as this long rumbling sound, ie of an owl in flight across the sky.

and then we get to FIREFLY, which, man it took me a WHILE to get to firefly as the translated witch-language/english version of wings-across-night. its this idea that...wings-across-night is a hunter of the night, she is someone who is found and associated with darkness, but it ALSO has an implication of being seen: she flies across the night, and is thus illuminated by it.

and so FIREFLY. as these creatures who glow in the dark, who live there and make it their own with something bright inside of them and its just so FUN.

and we get!! other names too! like 'king' being 'puffs out chest' because it comes from that sorta arrogance of his youth, being an itty-bitty baby who saw himself as the king of demons, but then later on its also this idea of like, how one might puff up as a sort of way of saying im HERE, not in an arrogant way but in a claiming this place as their own sort of way, which king does: he might be a titan but hes also a CLAWTHORNE.

'one that hoards' is what 'the collector' translates to in owl, but firefly doesnt call him this for long...bc the thing she notices about them is how SCARED they can get, how hesitant they are, bc theyve had so much taken from them and theyre protective of what they do have, yes in a way that can be harmful (look at their relationship w king lol) but also like...reaches out scared...and so we get this translating to 'sraf' in witch-language because that's what it is all about, in the end: the collector who has reached, terrified, for this thing he was told to avoid, and made it his own, and made himself sraf.

sea-and-light for luzmari is one of the first owl-names i came up with and one im still so fond of...they're called sea-and (mari) or and-light (luz) separately but no matter what we get the AND in there, tying them together as a pair despite all else. 'light' is straightforward for luz but 'sea' is a bit less for mari, but it connects for both of them similar things--light being the glyph luz finds first, ice being the one mari did, but mari not being so cold despite it all, but a thing ice melts into. (also when i was picking names i saw that 'maritza' means something relating to the sea, tho this was Years ago n i dont know how true that is lol since i dont have the source anymore). mari being first because she has chosen to be first, flipping the human-first script on its tail, bc firefly is an owl, and why would she follow convention?

im still poking around at my names for hunter and amity...last night i came up with something like berrysharp or berry-click or berry-(click) for amity and alma--i know they get a name together because they are almost always holding on to one another, and 'berry' for this sort of idea of both the purple but also like, berries can be bitter, sweet, something inbetween, and amityalma have been A Lot Of Things. and then the sharpness being the idea of like, throughout the fic amity is sort of the first character to just be HERSELF, especially when compared to luzmari who spend nearly the entire series really struggling with this...dunno this one im still turning over lol. the 'click' part of things is just bc 'click' tends to mean like, combining two things, which seems fitting for a name that is amity and alma together.

i have Nothing yet for hunter. some ideas. ive been toying with hunter and flapjack's name being something, and then somethings shadow--ie whatever name one of them gets, the other gets the same name with shadow tacked on, which fits their Vibes, plus when firefly meets them, which is post-hollow mind when things are Bad. prooooobably it would go flapjack and then hunter is flapjack's shadow, which i think is fun...but we'll see i still need a NAME. something to do with palistrom trees?

dunno. just...owl language <3