#when he goes on about all the board games where you yell something and if that counts as a form of spell

[greatunironic]

eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.

so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.

he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.

because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.

eddie’s been to a handful of games over the years, when touring and recording allows them to go. he’s resolutely never been a sports guy but he’ll admit, when pressed, that live hockey is pretty dope. to say nothing, of course, of how jeff would probably murder them all in their sleep if they didn’t rep the red and white for lottie.

(and also — and this is between eddie and his god alright — but lottie’s coach? standing back there in his suit, hair styled and dialed, snapping his gum, yelling at the refs? kind of doing it for him, okay. worth the price of admission, even if the tickets weren’t free.)

when he thinks harder — which hurts too — the last thing he clearly remembers was someone from the beavers scoring, bringing their lead to 5-1, and a slapshot from the other team getting out over the boards and nearly taking out some lady’s popcorn. someone behind them in the seats said, “jesus they’re getting desperate, eh?”

then shit goes dark on him, not even a fade to black, but a full on smash cut, roll credits black, and the post-credits scene is where ever the fuck eddie is at the moment. it smells like human and cold and icy hot, so obviously, he thinks, he died and went to hell like all the church ladies said he would back in hawkins, or probably just a locker room. what the fuck?

he blinks at the ceiling, at an interesting water stain on the cement texturing. he’s in the middle of wondering where the rest of his band has gone if he’s here alone, fucking abandoners, when a sweaty redhead with the bitchiest expression he’s maybe ever seen enters his field of vision.

“you’re alive,” she says.

eddie blinks again. “why do you sound so disappointed?”

“yo coach!” she shouts, already on the move away from him. “he’s alive!”

he tries to sit up, but that makes the pain in his head worse, and also draws attention to the fact that his back also hurts. he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a truly embarrassing noise of pain — if pressed, he’d call it a whimper — and a pair of big hands land on his shoulders.

“out, out ladies i got this! hey!, hey, man, don’t move just yet,” says big hands.

“yeah, no problem, i don’t want to anymore,” eddie says. he stirs up the will to open his eyes again and very nearly slams them back shut. because of course the person staring down at him is fucking coach hottie snackycakes himself. he’s even better looking in person, too, big droopy eyes, lips as pink as his bubblegum, and shiny, jesus christ. he’s still got eddie by the shoulders, hands warm through the thin cotton of his flannel and tee — because eddie’s always been more fashion than sense, wayne always said, and it’s even worse now that the paps are on him—

“oh, fuck this is gonna be all over tiktok later, isn’t it?” he moans.

“maybe not.”

“don’t lie.”

“listen, eddie — it is eddie, right?” asks coach hottie. “i’m steve. coach harrington. faughnsie — lottie, i mean — she said you’re eddie. her brother’s guitarist? what do you remember?”

“more like he’s my singer,” he says, “but sure. and not much.”

“well, you’re gonna be okay,” says coach hottie — steve. “it really wasn’t that bad, and it was probably too fast for anyone to get it, unless they already had a camera on you. you took a puck to the head when one popped up. i’d apologize but it wasn’t one of my girls who did it, so. anyway — you weren’t out for long, which robbie says is good — she’ll get a look at you in a second — but you got your bell rung pretty good. and you’re gonna have quite the shiner, trust me.”

“speaking from experience?”

“oh, yeah. closer and faster too.” he gently raps his head with his knuckles. “too many concussions too early ended my nhl days, in fact.”

“oh. oh shit, sorry, i—“

“don’t worry about it, man, it happens,” he says. “and if it hadn’t, i wouldn’t be here.”

“at the frozen four.”

“yeah, sure, that too.”

“what?”

“what?” steve waves him off. “anyway, i’m just glad to see you up, ish, and talking. looked pretty scary, from the bench.”

“i really don’t remember,” says eddie. “but i’m sure i’ll see it on tiktok later, like i said — at least, my unconscious, bleeding form.”

“i got up there pretty fast, so i doubt it,” says steve.

eddie blinks, twice. “you—?”

“you were behind my bench, and you. well,” he says with a shrug, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed, finally putting those hands away — weapons of eddie destruction, he thinks — and shoving them into his pockets of his tight slacks. “i should be getting back out there.”

“do you? you’re murdering them pretty good, unless i black out and missed them getting four more goals,” eddie says.

the corners of steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. eddie thinks he might just pass out again. “no, we’re still gonna cinch it, i think. looks bad, though — first time coach missing the final period so’s he can hit on the cute musician who got his clock cleaned by the biscuit.”

“oh,” he says. swallows. “uh.”

steve’s crinkly, smiley eyes go wide. “unless—“

“no less!” eddie shouts and then immediately winces. at a better, less damaging to his more than slightly concussed noggin, volume, he says, “more, actually. because pretty sure i shouldn’t be left unsupervised, and i’ve clearly been abandoned by the band, so—“

“so,” says steve.

“coach, two minutes!” someone calls.

“so, i was hoping maybe i could keep hitting on the hot hockey coach back at his?”

“i’m at the ramada inn,” he says, “and i got tape to watch for the finals.”

“i live for room service,” eddie tells him seriously. “and i’m suddenly very into wisconsin sports teams.”

“coach! go time!”

“yeah?” he asks.

“yeah.”

“COACH!”

he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “i gotta — but, uh, later?”

“pick me up in twenty?”

“probably more like half an hour, with stoppage,” he says.

someone bangs on the door. “COACH!! let’s boogie!!”

with one last look, wide eyed and smiling, steve leaves. eddie watches him go. he’d heard hockey players were caked up but lord — eddie is about to convert to a new religion, or maybe found one, over the stretch of those slacks.

“damn,” he says quietly.

“gross,” a woman says. eddie startles and looks to the side, where a lanky brunette with a bob and an undercut is staring at him, unimpressed. she’s in some get up that screams athletic trainer, and there’s a white board in her hand.

“how long have you been there?” he asks.

she raises an eyebrow. “long enough, and honestly, i don’t know if that counts as a you rule for him, or a you suck for you,” she says and does not elaborate when he asks. “also don’t look at him like that. it’s steve. he’s basically my sister.”

“yeah? any tips then?” asks eddie. “i promise i’ll only use them for good. well. mostly.”

“god,” she says with an expansive eye roll. “you’re gonna be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

a cheer goes up outside the room as the teams, presumably, take the ice again. eddie, head throbbing, concussed, embarrassed, grins. “sure hope so,” he says.

[volitioncheck]

nvm this is still on my brain. kim does not like to watch harry suffer… to say that kim takes satisfaction in harry’s pain is a huge misconstruing of his character.

the “getting thrashed like a schoolboy” line comes from a board game, lol. it’s a tease, not a cruelty. there’s never any line that implies that Kim enjoys seeing Harry taking actual morale damage.

he can be amused if you fail a check, but the check is always relatively inconsequential, and again, Harry isn’t taking damage in these.

Failing to pry the trash bin open:

Failing to shatter Ruby’s lorry window:

(also in both of these examples he only responds smugly if you choose for Harry to stubbornly dig in his heels. if Harry gets huffy, Kim teases. If Harry backs down right away Kim won’t rub it in, which feels significant to me! it reminds me of that recent post goin around about Kim meeting your energy!)

and here’s some reactions to failed checks where he does take damage.

Failing the jump to get your cloak:

Failing to break down Plaisance’s door:

he’s not laughing if Harry’s taking damage because he’s not a dick lol.

aaaaand here’s some other instances of morale/health damage and kim’s reactions.

alternate dialogue for failing the harbor jump:

after the call with precinct 41:

seeing bullet holes in the wall:

most significant examples to argue this point for me come when harry has done something to jeopardize the RCM’s image. which kim goes on and on about the importance of maintaining— and yet even here, he still extends worry and assurance.

telling Billie about her husband and handling it badly:

hardie authority check failure cock carousel:

aaaaand the car. this line is one of the most mask-off kim moments we get in the game in my opinion, honestly.

tying this back to the schoolboy line— that line doesn’t show up if you have a negative reputation with Kim. if you have <1 rep, it gets replaced with him calling it “about four hours of our lives that we'll never get back,” lol.

it’s affectionate ribbing!! twisting it into anything else is bizarre 2 me lmao!

anyways. kim is a foil to every other cop we meet in the game specifically because he doesn’t view harry as a punching bag or a lost cause. gottlieb does nothing but sling jabs and glib jokes about harry’s health. torson+mclaine and the others laugh at harry’s panic attack over the radio. in response to harry’s suicide-by-car attempt(!!!!) jean yells about RCM budget. all kim’s lines in response to harry’s check failures and health-damage are consistent, explicit textual contrast against the callousness of the rest of the RCM. twisting kim’s character here requires a bad faith interpretation of the whole game.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Pretty As A Picture (bau x cowboy!reader)

Warnings: a shelter? (I don't know if that's a warning)

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“(Y/N)!” A shriek reaches your ears, and you smile as a small figure rushes towards you, colliding with your leg as she hugs you.

“Hey Ava, how ya been?” You ask, sweeping her into your arms, “Keepin’ outta trouble?”

“Yes sir!” She giggles, “‘Be wants to do your makeup again!”

“Again?” You ask, Ava giggles once more as she nods.

“Yup!” She nods, “But she says we can help too!”

“What are we still doin’ here then?” You ask dramatically, “Where’s Phoebe?”

“Rec room,” You nod, beginning the short walk there, nodding and smiling at the residents when they greet you, the kids running up to you. You stop and say hi to each of them, asking them about their day.

When you eventually reach the rec room (a room with a table and a variety of different board games), you place Ava down, seeing Phoebe crying.

“Hey Ava, why don’t you go find your Mama?” Ava nods, running off and you turn to her sister, “What’s wrong?”

“My boyfriend dumped me,” She says with a sniff, “Says I’m not good enough,”

You push your anger aside for a moment, “He's an idiot. Need a hug?” She nods, wrapping her arms around you as you squeeze her close to your chest. “Want me ta beat ‘im up?” She gives a small laugh as she shakes her head. “I could prob’ly do it and get away with it,” You said, “I am an FBI Agent… Just sayin’,”

“You’re too nice to do something like that,” She snorts.

“Never thought I’d be offended bein’ called nice but here we are…” Phoebe rolls her eyes, laughing again.

She pulls away, sniffing once more before wiping her cheeks, “Right, let’s make you look pretty,”

“You sayin’ I ain’t pretty now?”

“No comment,” Phoebe laughs.

Ava comes bounding up to you again, throwing herself into your lap, and wrapping her arms around your neck, “Makeup time!” She screams, you wince slightly at the volume but nod with a laugh. She cheers and three other kids (Brandon, Eleanor, and Noah) run into the room.

You make sure to sit still (in fear of being yelled at by Ava) as Phoebe draws a line down the centre of your face in eyeliner, instructing the kids not to go over the line. They all nod, serious faces and you have to hold back a laugh.

You must have sat there for an hour as Phoebe worked with precision and the four kids grabbed random eye shadows from a palette Phoebe no longer used. When Phoebe’s done, she leans back and gives a small nod.

“Can I take a picture?” She asks, when you nod, she smiles, quickly snapping a photo on her phone. “Thanks!” You give her a smile, nodding again.

“Stop nodding!” Ava groans and you put your hands up in surrender as she waves a makeup brush in front of your face as a weapon.

They didn’t let you stand up for another hour (and then insist that Phoebe take a picture of their side as well). 

Phoebe grins when you’re done, “There, pretty as a picture,” She grins and her and the kids filter out. 

You turn to the door, hearing footsteps. Sarah, Ava and Phoebe’s mum. “Sarah, how’ve you been?”

“Alright, I’ve got a job interview tomorrow,” Not phased by your face covered in two very distinctly different makeup looks (it was a common sight around here anyway).

“That’s great!” You beam, “You got somethin’ to wear? You need a ride there? I’ve got the day off-”

“No, no, you stay home and relax, it’s all sorted out,” She smiles and you nod.

“Good, you’re gonna smash it outta the park,” You say sincerely, she gives you a smile.

“Thank you, I’ll let you know how it goes,” She says, “And thank you for making sure Phoebe’s okay, but go home, relax, put your feet up.”

“Yes Ma’am-” You’re cut off by your phone. Pulling it out of your pocket, you see Hotch’s name printed across the screen. “Maybe not…”

Hotch gives you the basics over the phone. Child abduction case in Nevada. When he hangs up, you sigh and look at Sarah with a small shrug before saying goodbye to everyone and heading to your car.

You can’t help but feel like you’re missing something whilst everyone stares at you on your way up to the bullpen but shrug it off. It was probably nothing anyway. You carry on, deciding to take the stairs today. You throw your bag on top of your desk as you turn to the others, who are all staring at you, jaws dropped.

“What?”

“You’ve got a bit of makeup just-” Morgan motions to his whole face and your eyes widen because shit shit shit you forgot to take it off!

You groan, knowing you’re never going to live this down - ever. “Are we going to get an explanation for this?” JJ smirks, folding her arms.

“Well, there’s a lovely girl at the shelter who wants to be a makeup artist and the other kids wanted to help, so,” You said with a shrug. Morgan huffs a laugh, “Hey, these kids are gonna be the next Picasso. Mark my words,” There’s a small pause before you turn to JJ, “You wouldn’t happen to have a makeup wipe, would you?”

[yuyu1024]

Birthday Sex

Pairings: San x Y/N x Wooyoung x Mingi

Genre/tags: FWB, MxM & MxF

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞🔞 smut/angst, cursing, sensual touching, making out, semi public, pet name, kink, unprotected sex, mxm /mxf relationship

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: no plot. Just pure smut hehe sorry this is short and random 😅

*******

Everyone have gathered to celebrate your birthday. The table is filled with food and drinks. And the whole room, probably the whole house is occupied by the loud yelling, cheering and the singing as you are all enjoying the karaoke that came with the vacation house you guys rented out for the weekend.

"My throat hurts." Wooyoung says as he coughs after singing the highest note of the song San selected for him to sing. "Can we just play a game... I'm tired now from singing..." he flops down at the sofa and sit beside you.

"What game do you suggest?" San asks as he chugs down a glass of beer

"Card game?" Mingi suggests

"What kind of card game?" Wooyoung asks

"Wait... I did see something here..." San crawls towards the drawer where the games/toys are at. "This place is so cool providing games for kids and adults..." he then shows you guys one by one the stuff toys, board games and even the toy cars.

"But I'm too tired to play games..." you whine as you lean to Wooyoung's shoulder. "A little tipsy too... to even use my brain." You giggle

"Then, tell us what you want to do baby?" San asks

You smirk. "Don't call me baby... you know how I feel when you call me that."

"Why... what do you feel? Huh?" Wooyoung then cups your chin and kisses you on the cheek.

"Secret." You whisper, winking at him.

"Hey..." Mingi goes to sit on your other side and pouts, "why kiss her?"

"It was just on the cheek, Mangi." Woo explains. "Don't get jealous." He teases

"Are you... jealous?" You ask Mingi as you move to his side and lean on him this time.

"I am! Coz last time I didn't get to kiss you." He is serious. Yet adorable.

"You know you can kiss me anytime..." you says as you pinch his cheeks.

"Really?" He smiles

"Yes."

"Can I kiss you now?" He asks

"If you want to... yes."

Mingi smiles and leans in, lower, so he could reach and kiss you. The kiss is not just a smooch. It is a definite KISS.

His hand placement on your nape, positioning you for the perfect angle and then his tongue exploring your mouth as if his rent is due tonight.

Mingi is such a good kisser. His kiss could just make you go nuts especially with those lips.

"You two sound so sexy..." Wooyoung mumbles before he goes in to touch you. He begins cupping your breast while he leans in to lick your exposed collarbone with that off-shoulder top of yours.

"Yah... how about me?" San is sitting on the floor watching.

His whine made you pause and smile, stopping your make out session with Mingi. "What do you want, Sannie?"

"I don't know... but I want you." He's so red from all the drinking you guys did. He is tipsy too but he's still in control of himself and knows what he wants.

"It's your birthday, Y/N..." Wooyoung says before he goes in and kiss you on your neck. "Choose...who you want... to fuck first..." he says in between kisses

"Only one?" You asks

"Baby, you know we get jealous easily thats why four-some is not ideal for us... we only did it once and it got a bit heated..." San explains while his eyes is on Mingi

"What?" Mingi reacts cutely

"I think... It's better for us to have you one at a time...plus while we wait... we can..." Woo pauses to reach out to your other side and give Mingi a smooch on the lips. "We can keep each other busy."

"But I want to spent time with you all... it's my birthday..." you whine as you flop and lay your back on the sofa.

You are being too greedy. You're not demanding like this. It's the alcohol talking for you. Coz you know it can be chaotic if its four of you.

"Baby," San finally gets up and crawls on top of you pushing the two men on the side. "Woo and Mingi can stay in the room if you want... but no touching for them of course... while... I fuck you 'till break of dawn." He snarls right at your ear before he nibbles your skin, leaving marks on your neck.

"Hmmm..." you hum as you enjoy his kisses. "Are you sure we can do that?" you ask San

"Anything for you." He answers before he plants a soft kiss on your forehead

"Why is it always have to be you... the main guy...?" Wooyoung asks, rolling his eyes

San whips his head to him, grinning. "Coz I am the main guy..." then he kisses you on the lips before gazing at you. "Y/N is mine."

"Yah..." Mingi protests, "She never said she's yours..."

"But she is..." San explains, "I am dating her..."

"Not officially..." Mingi says

"Yaah... Mangi..." Woo suddenly stands up and kisses Mingi on the lips once again to get his attention. "Are you horny?"

Mingi with puppy eyes and cherry cheeks, "I am."

"Fuck me then..." Woo takes Mingi's hand and place it on his cheek. "I can be your buttom tonight... if you want." He says, smiling ear to ear. "Coz... I am horny as hell now too... just seeing you get jelly over them."

"Are you sure?" Mingi asks, "you want it?"

Woo looks down at Mingi's bulge, smirking. "I can take you... don't worry." Wooyoung then pulls Mingi up from the sofa and leading him to walk with him, so they could go to the room upstairs.

"Have fun you two!" San shouts as the two disappears from their sight. "Also there is lube up there!" He giggles

"Don't you think.. Wooyoung likes Mingi a little bit more than us?" You say, pointing the obvious.

"Maybe... how can he not... Mingi is his type. The cute type." Then San frowns. "why are you jealous? I'm right here."

You giggle. "I know... I can see you..."

"Don't be literal... I meant--"

You hush him by putting your index finger on his lips. "I know."

Then whilst biting your lower lip, you start to strip your clothes off while San is watching you. He's kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"Damn..." he hisses under his breathe the second he sees you just wearing your bra and panty. "Fuck... baby..." he can't take it anymore. He pushes his face forward and smudge his face on your chest. "You're so damn sexy..."

"Looks like you are more excited for my birthday sex than me..." you tease

"Baby, c'mon... you know I'm always excited when it comes to you."

"Aah!" You gasp when you suddenly feel his hand go to your clothed core.

"You're already excited..." he mumbles, smiling as he felt you wet and ready.

"Of course..." you exhale as you wrap your arms around him. "How can I not be?" Then you tilt your head and crash your lips to his.

Both of you are moaning into the kiss. You are not rushing this. You are just enjoying every little pleasure you two could give to each other. You have the whole not so why bother going to heaven so soon?

"F-fuck! S-San...! Nngggguuuh..." you are shaking. His finger in you is already a beautiful toture whilst you to are making out on the sofa. "Yes... there..." you move your hips along his rythm

"Ughh... My dick is twitching.. just hearing you cry..."

San's eyes is on you. Always on you whenever you two pause on kissing. He likes to see you react when he hits your spot or your body jerk whenever he makes you feel good with just his hands. He enjoys it. It turns him on even.

"Sannie... just... fuck me... I can't wait anymore... I want you in me..." you breathe, holding onto him for dear life. Your breathing is heavy and you are about to explode with all the sex drive.

"Let's do this then..." he grins. And then he switches your position, putting you on the sofa whilst he is on top of you.

"You looks so handsome..." you say to him as he rips his button up shirt up.

"Am I?" His dimple is showing. He likes that you called him handsome. "Or you're just saying that because..." he got lower, his face is inches from yours. "my dick is about to rip you apart?"

"Oh, Sannie..." you sensually glide your hands over his face and then his broad shoulders. "You are handsome... always... fucking me or not..."

He scoffs, trying not to smile. "I fucking love you... you really know how to make me fold and melt."

"I fucking love you too... my sannie." You whisper

"Fuck!" He grunts as he eases his length in your core. "Baby!" He nuzzles his face on your neck, breathing in and out slowly. "You're....taking me... so well...ughhhh..."

He is lengthy and thick. He fits you perfectly. More than perfect actually that it makes you clench even more.

"B-baby..." he is shaking. "I'm not even moving yet... but... but... fuck, fuck, fuck! Your so warm and holding me so well."

You start to kiss him from the back of his ear, his cheek and then pull his face up so you could kiss him on the lips. He is sweating bullets.

"We can go slow... we have all night." You say

"Fuck... just thinking about how we can be stuck like this... all night..." he positions his hands to find support from the sofa and start to move his hips. "I'm so fucking happy!"

You chuckle as you see him get excited. but then you stop smiling the second it hit you. Meaning, the second his dick hit your spot.

"Holy fuck!" You grab onto the sofa as well, above your head, to support yourself. He is thrusting in like you could feel him hit your stomach. It's so powerful and so intoxicating. "Fuck! Aaah!! San!!" You moan loudly

"Happy birthday, Baby." He says

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Based on the ask Yuuri was given about Bittersweet being an anime I wanna imagine the other stories too!

Let's see there's Bittersweet for the two boys, lost and found for Charlie, Escape for Auron, Hell's kitchen for Lucien , star crossed for Faust, Talk Floral for Finn and Jack, the boy next door.

The intros would be SO cute to imagine!

THE LONG STORY SHORT: I yapped SO much on this-

Bittersweet:

The screen is black at first then it turns red showing that the camera is inside a oven. Then it opens and Boo is grabbing the pan smelling what they made. Then turning as the music starts, we see Alphonse leaning on the kitchen counter eating a candy.

Boo then goes and kisses him as they placed the pastures to cool down. It shows different memories of the couple, then it cuts to a scene where we see Seth riding in on his motorcycle. This is for season 1! Bc we don't know who Seth is yet and don't know if we like him!

Season 2 changes to where Seth is going through the fridge helping Boo with frosting the pastries. We then see Alphonse beside him joking around, after when they made up. It all good then we get a scene where someone is putting hair into a present.

Season 3 the intro is a bit darker to where Boo isn't opening the oven it pans to the three of them in a car. Hugging each other being riding off past the train tracks. We see Derek talking to someone, Charlie looking anxious, and finally what we think is Jessie.

Sadly no season 4 idea </3

Lost and Found:

Season 1's intro has Charlie waking up looking around his room and getting ready for work. Grabbing a skate board and riding to Pete's place, he passes many places before getting there. Where we see Pete yelling and Charlie just clocks in, grabbing a sign he sighs before putting on a bug smile and walking outside.

We see Casper in the corner of his eyes, Charlie gets a flashback to when they were younger and he freezes. We see a younger version of Casper holding out their hands for him to grab. But he shakes his head and sees older Casper, then opening his mouth to greet them.

Escape/Shattered:

Anime 1: I'd like to belive its like a short anime that got a spin off bc the og one couldn't go dark. SO, the first anime intro shows the ground where Rook is standing. Looking up and then the camera shoots up to Auron's office where he's looking down. Sighing and then turning away buzzing to Trish to call in the new hire.

It goes back to Rook who is rushing to get to his office, we see people who will become their friends. The workers are rushing past them like a well balanced machine and in the back ground can see Mark gathering his things. Then at the end Rook is looking at Auron's doors to his office, Trish gives them a kind smile and nods to them to go in.

Rook then opens the door and sees Auron, both eyes flash seeing each other. Auron breaks the eye contact and grabs papers, the intro flashes to what they will become and even hints how something will happen, something bad.

Sadly don't have anything on Shattered to give yall a intro idea </3

Hell's kitchen:

At first you think it's a demonic show but no, it shows Lucien sitting in he'll before being summoned for something. As he turns you can see Angel sitting on their couch blinking at him. They scream and it cuts to the intro music, the intro shows Lucien looking up cooking tutorials and Angel smiling at him.

We see him cooking different foods as Angel stuffs their face. Slowly they become closer to the point Angel wraps their arms around him and kisses him. Lucien looks down and smiles before lifting a piece of cake and feeding Angel again.

Star Crossed:

It shows Faust streaming and playing a game, then there's a notification. Ending the stream he clicks it and sees Star texting him about a collab. Looking scared he then shakes it off and agrees, then when he turns his phone off the camera flips to Star being happy at the acceptance.

Slowly as it goes on it shows Faust and Star playing games, meeting up and generally getting closer. Then at the end it shows Star holding Faust's hands in front of a camera in the background says 'just got together!'

Talk Floral:

It shows Finn humming as he walks in the back of his shop. Putting bouquets together then he hears the front door chime. Smiling widely he rushes out and we see Sunflower slowly coming in. Finn flushes at how attractive they are and opens his mouth to talk.

It then pans over to Finn showing off different flowers and orders he has to do. Sunflower is seen in all scenes but gradually getting closer. That represents how much Finn's crush is growing before they're right in front of him asking him out. It ends with Finn with a loving smile as he nods to them asking him out.

Jack, the Boy Next Door:

It pans to the campus at how big it is, then to Jack who's walking onto the campus. It's a big crowd of people finding their classes to not be late. Then he's bumping into someone, turning to say something he sees Buddy confused. With a gentle smile he opens his mouth to talk.

He guides them to their class, but jt seems as if the seasons are changing as they do. Showing different outfits and stages of how close they are, gradually they walk arm and arm to the class Buddy needs to go to. As their about to kiss, it switches back to Jack getting them to the building they need, with a shy smile Buddy waves him goodbye.

Jack is standing there in a daze before smiling and walking away to his class. The camera pans back to Buddy who's blushing and holding their heart, indicating they might have a crush.

[somberjoon]

SYZYGY [1]

✩ pairing: alpha namjoon x chubby fem!omega reader

✩ genre: wonderous , soulmates , strangers to "friends" to lovers , fluff , romance🔞 , life lessons , slice-of-life , brief angsty situations , happy ending

✩ word count: 6.4k

✩ chapter warnings: cussing , cover art does not depict fmc features, drinking / mention of bar hopping , Namjoon is drunk upon meeting FMC but there is nothing that happens! , lots of inside feelies and thought processes

✩ summary: Namjoon would say that he truly lives the normal life. As an alpha, he works the job he wants, he goes out when he has time, and he has never received a single late-fee on payments. He's living the mundane life- until an unknown omega literally drops into his life. Where did she come from? Why him?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 ...

“It is your time, precious one.” 

“What if- what if I’m scared?” 

“You have no reason to be fearful.” 

“I was born to do this- he is just a man, an alpha that I know nothing of- what if we are not compatible like you say we will be?” 

“Do you find me inconsistent in the success of my pairings, precious one?”

“No, I am just afraid I will not live up to your expectations now that I am to be on my own.” 

“Oh, my dear, that is the reason you were matched.” 

“What?”

“Please, trust me once more and trust yourself always from now on.”

“Of course.”

“It is she that loves all thy flaws.”

“It is she that loves all thy flaws.”

Namjoon

It’s another small bar that plays shitty remixes. The only good things about these places are the owners with their intimate service and the perfectly made drinks. 

“What song is this?” Namjoon just about screams into Jimin’s ear. Another remix plays, probably by a newer pop star that he has yet to familiarize himself with. 

“I don’t know or care! It’s your turn!” Jimin points at the messy stack of cards in the middle of the small table. Namjoon gives a lazy eye roll and intently looks at the cards in his hands once again. 

“Do you have a five?” He turns to Seokjin to scream into his ear. 

“Hah! Go fish, bitch.” Namjoon begrudgingly pulled another card from the only neat stack on the table. 

“Can we pick something else?” Namjoon yells between the two, hoping to God that they heard him and will take pity on him. 

This is the one night in a whole month that he has had time to go out and forget about his job. The first shitty bar was just what he needed. Drinks were made with alcohol that was poured with a heavy hand and the music was chosen perfectly. You always have to start with the loud, dance club settings when you bar hop. Then, by the end of the night, you’re sitting at a chill bar that provides board games for its patrons and puts the correct amount of alcohol into drinks. Plus, if you have the right vibes, you can score some free samples. By now, the owners have given them a few too many and all three of them should definitely leave soon. 

“I have a better idea!” Jimin yells. Instead of the others responding, they just wait for Jimin to say what’s next on the agenda. He’s basically been running the whole night, deciding where they go next and what the feel is after each one. He’s the pro. 

“Let’s go home.” 

“Thank god.” Namjoon mumbles to himself. Immediately starting to put their cards away in a mess of backwards and upside down stacks. It was Seokjin’s turn to pay for the tab, so he’s up and heading for the main bartender in a hurry. Apparently they’ve all had enough for the night. By now it’s not just fun noiseless thinking and laughing about ‘the good old days’, it’s tired mumbling and sighing at the hit of cool air that greets them outside of the bar. 

“Ugh, Joon, you should just let us crash at your place. I really can’t imagine the price of a cab right now.” 

“I don’t care, I just wan' be horizontal as soon as possible.” Namjoon mumbles at them, already leading the way to his studio apartment. 

"You're such a fuckin' nerd." Seokjin giggles to himself, making Jimin join in."

"Because I use 'horizontal'? Ya'll can fight over the fuckin' couch cuz' you're not sleepin' withme in my big, sof' bed." 

That just eggs them on more, leaving Namjoon to lead the way as they stumble along behind him.

-

“Uh…Namjoon?”

Seokjin’s unsure voice asks behind Namjoon as he clicks his apartment door’s locks into place. His limbs seem to lag as he tries to peel his shoes and jacket off. 

“What?”

“I thought you said you didn’t go out last night.”

“Bro, I didn’t.” Namjoon adds a whiny ending in his answer. Both Seokjin and Jimin have been asking if he went out without them- the whole night he’s had to convince them he stayed in on a Friday night to work.

“Then, why is there an omega in your living room?”

“There’s not an ‘mega in my liv-” Namjoon finally pries his shoes off and turns to find a female standing just next to his couch. Her scent hits him like a bag of bricks- it’s fucking everywhere, like she scented ever piece of fabric in the house and pushed out some more just for extra measure. 

“Alpha!” Her bright eyes land on his still adjusting eyes. He’s trying his best to piece together why the fuck this is happening. He must be really fucking drunk. They must all be. There wouldn’t be a random omega in his home. He hasn’t touched another person in months thanks to the workload he has. 

“Namjoon? She’s talking to you.” Jimin pipes up, trying to cover his nose with his jacket sleeve. He can’t think the smell is bad can he? Namjoon thinks her scent is nice, really good, perfect even- but as his eyes turn to Jimin and Seokjin he can see their discomfort. 

“You’re talking to me?” Namjoon asks stupidly. He can’t, for the life of him, get ahold of a single thought. There’s no reason for her to be here talking to him. 

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.” She says surely. “She sent me to you.” She ends with a giddy smile. 

“Namjoon if you’ve got some weird roleplay going on please let us leave.” Seokjin says finally, pushing Namjoon into his apartment more to dispel the situation and- apparently- leave the stunned, drunk alpha alone with this unknown omega. 

“Who are you?” He asks, studying her to try and figure out if this was an omega he forgot he had a thing with before. Namjoon can’t imagine her as anyone he’s been with before- he’d surely remember a face like her’s, a scent so perfect. 

“Y/N. I’m your gift!” She says with certainty, never letting her smile leave as she waits for him to react to her. Instead, he just feels extremely light headed. With a few slowed-blinks, Namjoon collapses to the ground with a few thuds. 

-

"Please don't die. Please, please don't have drunk too much and die before I could do anything."

Namjoon wakes to a pounding in his head that seems to be speaking to him as well. A foreign voice worries around him. It isn't until a touch to his forehead that has him bolting up from a lying position to come face to face with a woman that he definitely thought he dreamt up.

"Oh, thank The Goddess! I thought you drank too much." Namjoon tries to push himself away from the woman, going as far back to his headboard as he can get. 

"I definitely drank too much, 'cuz who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd remember." He watches confused as she seems to straighten the hoodie she has on- a hoodie he realizes is definitely his- and prepares herself for an introduction. 

"I'm Y/N, your personal omega match." She gives him a grinning greeting that shows her confidence and content in a situation he sure as hell isn't familiar with.

"What- what does that mean?" Namjoon tries to rub the hangover from his eyes, an ache being soothed only when a constant pressure is held to his temples. He listens to her as he continues his ministrations.

"The Goddess raises us, teaches us how to be perfect for our matches. No matter the combination, no matter the gender identity- there's always a match for someone. But, the chosen match only goes through if the one we are matched to deserves it. Our safety is her number one priority."

He takes in this headache of an explanation, trying his best to piece together why the hell he was chosen. He's trying to figure out if this is really happening to him- if this is real, despite him knowing of those that had been 'gifted' an alpha, beta, or omega. 

"I can help you with the pain, I was taught how to alleviate hangover symptoms."

"No, no it's fine, don't touch me." Her face falls at what he says upon opening his eyes. The look of devastation on her face worries him, itching to figure out why what he said had made her so unsettled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Why?"

"I have been touching you. I brought you to the bed and made sure you didn't sleep with your jeans on. And I've been switching out the cool rags all night to check if you were still sweating. I definitely should have asked."

The scent he was so used to he forgot about it, is now mixed with a burnt equivalent. 

“It’s alright. I was- yeah I don’t remember much. So, thank you for helping me.” 

“Of course! I love helping, I could make you soup if you’d like. I- I don’t know what you like yet but if you let me know what you need right now I can figure it out.” 

Namjoon gives pause at the sheer want that’s on her face, the softness in her scent now. He’s never had another person in his home making him things and wanting to take care of him besides Seokjin and Jimin. Those two will try to help him out whenever he even voices a discomfort, but this stranger is sat kneeling on his bed, tending to him as if he means something to her. He doesn’t know how this works exactly, where she comes from and why she’s so comfortable with him without knowing anything about him. He can’t just take advantage of her either. He’ll learn. 

-

Even as Namjoon prepares a soup he would most definitely not have put the effort into making any other time he was drunk, Y/N is looking over his shoulder and watching what he does every step of the way. Just as his dog at his parents house used to do, she’s right on his heels, trying to memorize the steps. Even worse, her scent is giddy-ingly releasing as if she’s not in control of it. Luckily, he finishes it without spilling or burning himself, setting the bowls on his only place to properly eat in his apartment- a small peninsula in his kitchen that extends to fit four people. He sits to find one Y/N having already gotten him water and found acetaminophen to set next to his bowl. 

“So, you were busy while you were waiting for me, huh?” Namjoon quips more than anything. He gestures to the air around them, the scent. His dry humor doesn’t seem to hit the spot, though.

“I’m sorry about that as well. I was so excited to see a home, your home, and your space. And- I know it’s important to not interfere but it just- came out.” She cringes at herself, her eyes finally leaving him to focus on her bowl of food. Namjoon finds himself hiding his smile in his bite of food, savoring the flavor that he hasn’t had in a while. His amusement doesn’t last long with his overthinking. The first bite of her soup is at her lips before he asks. 

“Did it smell bad? Is my scent not- ya’ know? Not good?” 

“No! Not at all. Your scent is- well- really good to put it simply. At first I was just so excited my own scent was pushing out, but then- I smelled you. It was addicting, and I found I was just curious about what our scents are like together. I’m sorry I disturbed your space.”

“It’s okay-”

“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” She states. 

“I’m not. You’ll come to learn I’m very verbal about my wants and disinterests- so I’m telling the truth when I say that your scent is ‘really good’ as well.” Namjoon makes a point to jab at her earlier description, finally bringing another smile to her face. 

“Okay, I’ll remember that. And I’m glad you like it.” She shyly admits. 

“Now that we know that, though, let’s just try not to push it out as much until we get to know each other better- just so we don’t act on instincts too haphazardly.” Namjoon politely suggests. He’d never put someone’s scent over consent and their verbal wants and needs- but if they are truly matched by The Goddess, then he knows that an interest will develop and then scents cloud instincts and will make them both do things they may regret. 

Looking at Y/N now, he can imagine it. He can imagine her being the omega he’d do anything for. Right now, his imagination is only based on what The Goddess has given him, though. That’s the problem. He needs to know her inside and out, not just her sweet, warm scent. The softness of her hair- long, warm brown curls that cascade down to her hips- needs to be a feeling that he could recall into his fingers at any moment. He would need to be able to lick his lips and taste her on them. She’d need to be ingrained into him, just as much as he makes sure he’s the same for her. They are the only two that will know each other as intimately as he wishes. Until then, he will care for her as he’s supposed to, and they will get to know each other- as friends. 

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And I’m guessing you had no clothes?” 

“I didn’t know they’d drop me here naked, I just grabbed the first things I found comfortable.” Again, she seems to be more embarrassed of herself in that realization, but she pushes on. “I can get a job. The Goddess taught me how to have good communication and hard work.” 

He didn’t think of that. Should she work? Does she want to work?

“For now, let’s just see how things workout, and if you wish to work, I’ll help you with the process. If you enjoy being here without one, or find out you hate it, then no big deal- I earn enough. Let’s get you some clothes today, though, some things that are better suited for your skin, yeah?” Her eyes light up immediately, her eyes never leaving Namjoon in the dark about how she feels. He likes that already. 

“I can go outside today?” 

“Y/N, you can go outside whenever you want-” He catches her ready to interrupt but he can already guess what she’ll ask. “We’ll talk about scenting another time. But, I am not going to tell you what you can and can’t do. I’m assuming you want to stay here-” A few satisfied nods from her is the answer. “Then we’ll have some basic rules. We tell each other where we’re going, or if we want to go out and do something- just so we know and just so we’re both as safe as possible. We don’t invade each other’s privacy ever- when doors are shut we always knock and when we’re curious about something we ask. We tell each other how we feel if we are having issues or when one wishes to communicate a change in the rules. We are two separate people who have our own needs, and we both need to respect that. I think those are most important, but- do you want to add or change anything?” 

“I appreciate how thorough you are, but where do I sleep?” 

-

"How about this? It's soft and similar to the one you're wearing." 

"Hmmm, I don't know if this is what I want to wear daily, though." 

"How about we just get some basics you immediately like and then we'll get more later on when you figure out what you like in broader areas."

The main issue with shopping for a once-celestial-being is that clothing was never a unique-based choice for them. Everything was uniform and based only on what that person chose to cover. 

"I like simple things, but I just want some more color." 

Namjoon scans the racks of the clothing, but only the sections with more colors. Even then, all of the clothing in the women's section is different. Cuts and flares are different or nonexistent. He finally just looks up to ask a question, but finds Y/N with two arms full of choices. 

"There's just so much and I've never tried them before…can I just try stuff on?" 

-

Namjoon waits an odd amount of time to see the first outfit that Y/N shows him. It's not a crowded store, nor are the stores around them busy. But, when she walks out with a tight forest green crop top that obviously shows she has no bra on he immediately feels like every eye is on them. He's not one that cares about it, he's definitely a 'free the nipple' kinda' guy. But the very brief sight has him standing up immediately from the waiting chairs and blocking her from the small entrance that people could see through. 

"This one is so soft and I love this color. The skirt is a little weird, though. Does it look okay?" 

Namjoon pulls his glued gaze from her face to travel down her body. A body that he is now seeing in a new light. The clothes fit as if they were made for her- even a small pudge of her stomach sticks out between the top and the skirt to pull his gaze in. The skirt isn't weird, it's a creme colored, long cargo skirt that is probably a new style he's a little unaware of. If anything, it's perfect and is as lovely as she sounds. It matches her, unlike his hoodies and matching sweats- though he has to stop himself from wishing she’d just wear his clothing all the time. He gets to her feet, his oversized socks and the smaller pair of slippers that Jimin usually wears in his apartment are on her feet. It's so cute and so soft that he has to completely ignore it to give her an honest sounding answer.

"It looks really good." He says it with a heady voice, already obsessed with how everything looks on her. "Is it comfortable?" He changes the topic to not have to say more than he needs to.

"Yes! I tried on some jeans but the baggier stuff and skirts are more comfortable right now. I can try those later on. I like the sweats and softer stuff, this one was just one I wanted your opinion on." 

"Okay, grab whatever you'd like and then we can get shoes and bedding." Namjoon turns before she answers, hoping he isn't stinking up the damn shop.

Now that they’ve left the clothing shop, Namjoon feels like he can breathe. Despite Y/N having already chosen what she’d found comfortable, she wanted his opinion on a few more options just so she didn’t get ‘too much’. He really didn’t mind buying everything she liked, but she was insistent on living with only necessities- just as she did before she was ‘dropped’. That’s how she describes it, so he will as well. All her clothing is plain and is like her clothing before, as she described. Tight, simple bands and flowy fabrics that were different shades of and between white and black. Now, she just wants to add color and, apparently, his opinion. 

“Why do I need extra bedding? Is there an omega version of most personal items? It was always pretty equal before- everything was perfect.”

“I think that’s the point of being directly raised by The Goddess, it’s all catered to you. You don’t think that a blanket could be two different things to one person there? Like, perfectly soft and fuzzy to you but silky and cool for another.”

“Oh, I never thought about it that way. We just got necessities there and, to be honest, there wasn’t a need to share.”

“It’s just easier for those here to have their own stores or versions of preferred necessities because of your skin. Clothing and bedding is softer in certain stores, products can be found in a large variety based on needs and wants as well, and depending on your second gender there are just other needs you have- you know that though.” Namjoon really hopes that this won’t be a conversation he has to have when they barely know each other. He couldn’t imagine The Goddess making things as important as heats and ruts to be something unnecessary in Her ‘magical land above’. 

“Yes, I know. I’m already recognizing that face you make. Please don’t be shy with me- I kind of lied about sharing things back then- we shared heats and ruts with each other if we wished. It wasn’t sacred there like it is here- it was just a means for survival and The Goddess knew it was something that was our choice. Here, though, it’s far more special and we are taught that- I’m only yours, and if you'd like, you’ll be mine.” 

She says these things with such confidence and assurance. He can’t just let her be this open without him giving that energy back, but he’s more so just not ready. This time to get to know her is crucial and keeping their personal information separate if wanted is important to him. He also can’t blame her, she just told him that their bodies were shared if wanted based on survival, and they were watched over all the time and provided for without having much of a say. It’s all just another thing to learn- he’ll learn to get used to her nonchalance. 

“When it comes up we’ll talk about that then and figure it out together.” Namjoon assures her, hoping he sounds as reassuring as possible. 

“Okay. Ooh, these are nice!” Y/N points at a specific type of blanket in one section. She touches the samples of comforters that line the wall under each different type on the shelf. He likes these comforters as well, the airy, padded blankets provide warmth but don’t make you sweat in the hotter months. 

“These ones are good during the hotter seasons as well- I think they’d be good.”

“Can I get two? For nesting.” 

This part doesn’t take long at all. Namjoon suggests some things and lets her pick out whatever her heart desires as this is all stuff he’ll be less helpful in. By the end, Namjoon is carrying the two clothing bags, and two regular pillows while Y/N’s usual giddy face doesn’t struggle at all to carry the two comforters and two plushies she thought ‘looked like him’. He tried denying the panda, but the koala wasn’t an awful comparison. (He folded immediately). 

“What’s next?” She asks with excitement on her face.

“We plan dinner and then go to bed.” 

“Oh..okay!” The excitement leaves her, but only for a second. 

She never thinks long about what it is she’s taking in. She’d definitely not one to take things lightly, as she said she’d been memorizing his fucking expressions, so it’s probably just content. She’s content to be here and do whatever he suggests because that’s all she knows. 

“How about we go out to dinner? Is there anything you like?” He watches her think for another slow couple of seconds, and then she’s excited again to talk to him. 

“Whatever is your favorite. I’d like to just try something new.”

“You’re going to be sorely disappointed.” Namjoon gives her a mischievous smile that’s more fond-looking when it’s directed at her. 

-

It’s a seedy pizza spot that is honestly not actually all seedy. Namjoon was never one to judge a place or person on how they look- so, when he stumbled upon this place that seemed to be the only thing open after a late-night recording session, he gave it a shot. It’s shitty on the outside with a dirty, worn down awning that could just be black on purpose and a sign that you can barely read. The inside is far better, luckily. It’s as clean as you could probably get the place without gutting it, and the owner is the one making the pizzas. It’s not very seedy because of that and the fact that the owner won’t share his real name. He named it ‘Mario’s’ only because he likes the games and wanted people to think he knew what the fuck he was doing. So, Namjoon isn’t sure- but the pizza’s fucking amazing. 

Y/N doesn’t look like she should be walking into the establishment. She’s bright-eyed and wanting to take in the world as it is her first time seeing it, technically. He doesn’t know how exactly she lived or what she has seen, but it really seems as if she’s appreciative of even the dust lining the crevices of the flooring. 

“Hey, music man. The usual?” 

“Yeah, but double it, please.” 

“Ooh, pretty lady here.” Despite Namjoon never having a jealous moment in his life before this, he immediately tenses up at the attention he gives her.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.”

“Very sweet, well I’ve seen you in here by yourself too many times- so, I’ll charge you for one order today, ey? Nice date, nice price.” 

“Thanks, man.” Namjoon tries to get the conversation over with, looking over to Y/N to see that she doesn’t mind one bit.

“Is this a date?” She suddenly asks, bouncing off the idea that the owner obviously put into her head.

“Just dinner as friends right now. I’d let you know if it was a date, I’m really possessive.” Namjoon says it a little louder than necessary as he leads her to a booth seat that conceals her from the counter’s view. “Let me pay, I’ll be right back.” 

Namjoon misses the giddy smile that Y/N has at the new information she now holds in getting to know her alpha. They aren’t each other’s yet, but he’s all she knows right now and he’s treating her so well. It seems bound to happen that he’ll become closer to her- her's, in all senses that she finds meaningful. It’ll mean she’s doing well, and that she won’t disappoint The Goddess or Namjoon. 

The wait isn’t long, Namjoon’s favorite part besides the perfect slices of pizza. 

“One pepperoni slice and one cheese. I’m a simple man.” 

“I like simple.” Is all she tells him with a shrug before she greedily eats the cheese slice. She talks as she eats, not caring for the food in her mouth. “Wow, there was nothing like this! We didn’t need to eat, but there were cravings in our time of heat. I usually craved something sweet, and with only the necessities being our priority it was usually fruit. We learned to cook basic things as well- breads, soups, and different kinds of rice.” 

Namjoon feels comfortable talking with a half-full mouth now as well, becoming more and more comfortable with a stranger that he just acquainted himself with this morning. 

“You’re in luck, besides music, I’m a professional take-out order-er.” 

“Mmm,” it seems she takes that information and is already imagining the good food that she doesn’t know exists yet. “I didn’t know you made music- that’s your job?” 

“Yeah, I produce music but I’m mostly at home doing it. Sometimes I’ll go in to help with a recording, but that’s not often. I just get paid to make the beats or change lyrics whenever they need help with that.” 

“That’s really cool. Could I hear something sometime?” She looks so interested, so enthralled by him that he almost chokes up at the attention she’s giving him. He doesn’t feel worthy as an alpha to be someone she’s interested in. He’s never had someone look at him like he has all the answers and can provide for her without a second thought. He knows this is a learning process for them both, but he’s thinking that she’s already set on whatever it is she was made for- while he��s just a man that is still figuring out everything himself. A stable job and a home that he can provide isn’t enough. He isn’t enough yet. 

“You’ll probably hear it all the time when I’m working during the week.” 

“Yay.” She gives him that same smile, now with her lips sealed because of the food in her mouth. Grease stains her lips and he has to push down the want to wipe it from her. Her lips, now that he’s looking, are plump and the pink of them is hiding under a layer of orange grease. Despite that, they’re still kissable, memorable, probably soft and pliant in times of need-

“Here’s a napkin.” 

“Thank you!” She takes it and immediately uses it. 

He has to stop doing that.

-

It’s only once they’re home and have hauled everything up to the apartment that Namjoon realizes it was a horrible idea to share the bed. He wants to be a gentleman and he doesn’t want to just push her away. She’s here for an obvious reason, they were matched- supposedly perfect for each other- and he only feels like a dick pushing her away to sleep on his uncomfortable couch. 

He shows her how to use the washing machine, and as they wait it’s far more awkward than he means for it to be. 

“Have you tried the TV yet?” Namjoon asks as she goes through her bag of clothes to show Namjoon the contents. He mentally smacks himself, he really didn’t have to ask, he could just turn it on and put a random show on to end the night. 

“No, I didn’t want to touch anything I wasn’t familiar with.” She’s nonchalant about it, why can’t he be nonchalant about it?

“Okay, I got these to sleep in, they didn’t have that many options so I hope I can borrow a shirt to sleep in if that’s okay?” She holds up a pair of sleep shorts that has far too little fabric. It’s her choice to wear them- he’s not a fucking teenager, he’ll be fine. 

“And I know it’s most decent, so I did find these to wear…” she has to find the tag and read them. “Sports bras.” She holds up the three-pack proudly to show him. Despite her being the one to show him, he feels invasive, immediately turning away after a quick smiling nod to turn on the TV.

“And then this skirt as well as this smaller one, and a more flowy one. The fabrics are nice- I like how different they are here.” 

“Very pretty.” He says, hoping it was normal enough. 

“Thank you! And then just a few more of those shirts like the green one and a couple hoodies and sweats like yours. We’ll match! Plus these shoes and socks will go with everything I got.” She excitedly looks over her things again and again. She’s so happy with just those, so happy with the simple things and the shitty restaurant that he’d never even think about taking a woman to unless they were much more comfortable together. 

In his thinking, he doesn’t notice Y/N standing in front of him until she’s holding up that pair of sleep shorts for him. He takes them without thinking, looking up from the couch to give her a questioning look. 

“You said we could talk about scenting later. Is scenting my clothes off-limits?” She looks down at him with worry in her eyes and a peak of worry slips through to make him weak in the- everything, really. 

“No, uh, no that’s okay.” It’s a possessive thing he feels when he scents the shorts, looking up at her as he gives them a good rub against his neck and even going the extra measure to make sure his scent is thick and potent. 

“There.” He hands them back, the soft fabric going straight to her nose to take in a whiff. He wants so badly to know how much she enjoys it, if she enjoys it as much as he enjoys her’s. She takes her time, then points to the pile of clothes. 

“Can you do the rest once those are clean?”

“Yeah.” It’s a breathy response, hanging onto the hope that he’ll be able to scent her at some point. Having his scent on her things, on her body, it truly finalizes the fact that she’s here for him. She was made to bless someone- all pretty omega, inside and out, and soft features with a soft body. She was made to bless him, he realizes. Though he doesn’t know if it was meant to be him from the beginning, she was still curated in a way that led them together. He doesn’t deserve it. Not when he’s clunky and unconfident in his abilities to be her alpha. His instincts are kicking in without the confidence to even put them to use. 

“Let’s get the bed ready, however you like it we can change it, yeah?” He’s suddenly antsy in his need to make his room presentable and safe. He’s grabbing both blankets and pillows and is in the bedroom before Y/N even makes it there, still becoming more and more tired after her adventures today. 

“Are you tired?” He asks, noticing her tired eyes and the shorts still lifted to her nose. He gets a nodding answer. Perfectly, maybe by fate even, the dryer chimes its finish, indicating that now both of her new blankets are clean and warm.

While he is just about freaking out over never having made a nest before, Y/N is at his side and pulling one thing at a time from his arms. She places the blankets haphazardly in his eyes, just making a small dip for her to cuddle into. Even in her fog of scent and growing tiredness, she is able to do what she needs for her comfortable nest. He even lingers on the fact that she’s making it on the correct side, probably having already noticed where his scent lingers the most. 

“Okay, we sleep.” she almost gets into the bed before Namjoon is tugging at her (his) hoodie, pulling her back. 

“No outside clothes. You need to be comfortable and clean.” She immediately obeys, pulling her (his) sweats down as he looks up at the ceiling to admire the texture. He remembers she needs one of his shirts so he uses that as an actual excuse, plucking a random one from the hangers to hand to her. He completely turns around for that part, waiting only until he hears her settle into the bed before he turns back to her. He catches her arm sticking out, patting the large space next to her, before disappearing again. 

She’s going to be the death of him, really. A pretty omega nesting in his bed. 

He’s a rod next to her. Stiff and trying to take up as little room as possible. He has work tomorrow and a new responsibility he has to navigate- he can’t just stay up all night and be useless in both ways. 

“Namjoon.” Despite how tired she was, she whispers to him with a lucid voice. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m just- I don’t know- tense? Could I…sleep with your hand?” 

This is more intimate than he thought it’d be. To have her in his bed, wanting his wrist to scent freely and maybe even scent herself. He’s not one to take scenting lightly. To him, it’s special, and should be sacred to the one he is to be with for the rest of his life. He was fine with the clothes, he maybe even thought about it a few times since their shopping trip- but is this too much too fast?

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, I know we didn’t talk about that yet.” She whispers again. 

“Y/N.” It’s silent for a few long seconds. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m not sure if I want to scent right now, but could I- could we just try this once and I can let you know how I feel?” 

“Are you sure? I know I just came to you so abruptly, I don’t want my presence to change your previous boundaries. I’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He really thinks about it, about how he’s felt before with others he’s been interested in. Even with Seokjin and Jimin, he’s never thought about scenting them or even needing to push out his own scent in situations that needed his ‘dominance’ for assistance. It was never something he prioritized, or had a reason for. So, the fact that it’s now wanted and needed, it feels intimate. But, maybe wanting to give this to her is what’s right. If not, and he’s reading this wrong, he’ll let her know. His own rule was to be open and to voice their concerns. 

“It’s okay, here.” He sticks out his arm before he can overthink it more. She takes his hand as if it were a precious jewel, her skin is just as soft as he imagined. Maybe it was even better- but he can’t explain it. All he knows is that his own skin seems to call out for her, yearning for a touch he has just met. A touch that he only knew of a second ago. He grasps onto her hand, rubbing his thumb into the back of it as she directs him to her nose. The brush of her nose is like static, a shock to his system that he’s never felt before. His sensitive scent gland there is immediately releasing his scent in wafts that she only snuggles closer to. 

“It’s so good. Is this okay?” She mumbles, clearly trying to keep a clear head as well. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself, but really he’s just trying to keep cool. “Do you feel better?” 

“Yes, it’s safe and warm. Thank you, Namjoon.” 

With her nose and upper lip pressed to his wrist- with a mumble of his name whispered into his own skin- he lets out a ragged breath, and he himself tries his best to drift to sleep. It isn’t long before he’s actually tiring down, her sweet, warm scenting pushing out to meet him. She could probably scent the nerves. He doesn’t mind how it happens, nor how they’ll wake up at this point. Now, he can rest, knowing a sweet omega is safe in his home.

[lilac-hecox]

It would be totally awesome if I could have some Ianthony with jealous! Anthony. Where Anthony notices that Ian has said "I love you" (platonically) to everyone but him.

Ian/Anthony (platonic) - Say it

--

It’s a stupid game and Anthony is actually really glad he’s not in this video because Ian is awful at successfully flipping the red Solo cup and every time, he fails Chanse succeeds and the shot glass in the middle inches ever closer to Shayne. Eventually, Shayne and Ian lose and as Shayne preps to take the shot, Ian stands behind him, looking a tad embarrassed and regretful. He reaches out and squeezes Shayne’s shoulder comfortingly.

“Love you, buddy.”

Then Shayne downs the shot of half apple cider vinegar and half pickle juice and everyone around Anthony is laughing, but Anthony feels a tiny bit shellshocked. Did he hear that right? Did Ian just say he loved Shayne? Anthony knows it is platonic, but he still feels a little sting of jealousy, a sting that he’s quick to try and reason out of himself.

He’s feeling possessive because he’s still new here. Ian got close to Shayne while Anthony was gone. Ian is still his best friend. It mostly works and when the video is over and the cast goes off set, Ian comes to Anthony with a grin on his face.

“What did you think?” he asks, his eyes big and bright.

“You all did a great job,” Anthony says, and he means it, “glad I wasn’t on your team.”

Ian gives a little laugh, “Yeah, poor Shayne. Gotta love the guy though, he’s a trooper.”

Anthony forces himself to smile and nod. “Yeah, he definitely is.”

--

A few days later Ian and Anthony are sitting on the newly renovated Flashback with Smosh set. They’re set to film some bits and pieces for the trailer. Anthony is still thinking of the shoot from the other day and a little ball of what feels like dread drops into his stomach. Anthony decides to test the waters with Ian during this shoot.

In the script he’s supposed to give Ian a fist bump and call him his best friend, simple enough, but Anthony knows in his heart he’s going to go off script. Their director yells action and they run through their scripted lines. Anthony looks at Ian and curls his hand into a fist, Ian mimicking the action. They fist bump and Ian smiles, Anthony does too, a real and genuine smile.

“I love you, buddy,” he says affectionately.

Anthony sees Ian’s eyes look confused for just a split second before he smiles and returns it with an “aww.” Of his own.

They call cut.

“Decided to improvise a little?” Ian asks, though he doesn’t sound like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” Anthony says, masking his disappointment, “was that, okay?”

“Yeah, man,” Ian says with a quick and easy smile, “of course it was.”

They move on to the next shoot but the ball of dread only feels heavier in Anthony’s gut.

--

Another day and they are all eating lunch together spread across several white circular tables. Ian and Anthony are seated next to each other at two separate tables and Courtney is next to Ian. They are all three reminiscing about the past, about the beginnings of Smosh, things Courtney remembers from when she used to just be a fan. Courtney says something self-deprecating which makes both Ian and Anthony laugh, but then Ian is leaning forward and wrapping Courtney in a hug, squeezing her as she laughs.

“Stop, Courtney! I love you!” Ian says, as if he’s trying to squeeze the deprecation out of her.

“Okay! I’ll stop!” she says laughing and pushing him away.

Again, Anthony can’t help the jealousy that shoots up inside of him.

--

They film a board game with Arasha and during a break Ian makes some jokes at her expense and she deadpans about being an orphan. Ian laughs and wraps an arm around her shoulder, “Oh stop, you know I love you. You’re my son.”

--

There is the time when they are leaving for the end of the day and Spencer is staying late to help produce that Thursday’s livestream. Ian affectionately ruffling Spencer’s hair and saying, “Love you, dude, don’t stay too late, okay?” before he leaves the games pod area.

--

Finally, Anthony can’t cope away his jealousy and he knows this is one of those things he’s going to have to bring up to Ian. He waits until the two of them are alone in Ian’s office, which has become their office. Ian is checking emails on his phone when Anthony clears his throat.

“Can I talk to you, Ian?”

Ian raises an eyebrow, but he nods, “Of course, man. What’s up?”

Anthony takes a breath and thinks of a hundred different ways to casually and calmly bring up what is bothering him. They are all infinitely better than what he ends up word vomiting out.

“How come you’ll tell everyone else here that you love them but you won’t say it to me?”

There’s a brief silence and Anthony can feel his cheeks warming up.

“What?” Ian asks, like he barely understands the question.

“You’re always telling Shayne, and Courtney, and like, Spencer that you love them but when I try to get you to say it…you don’t.”

Anthony knows it sounds stupid, but it’s how he feels.

“Is this…a bit? Did Erin put you up to this?”

No, I’m serious. Look, Ian, I know it is so dumb that I am jealous, but you’re my best friend and I don’t know…I feel like we should say that to each other more.”

“Oh,” Ian says. He sets his phone down, “Anthony, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it was bothering you.”

Anthony shrugs, “You know, just enough to talk to my therapist about it a couple of times.”

“Really? What did your therapist say?” Ian asks, like he’s actually interested.

“That I don’t own you and you’re allowed to love whoever you want and express that how you want and I’m okay with that! I am! I don’t know why I’m jealous…I just, I guess I want to make sure that when you’re saying you love people, that I’m counted in that too.”

Ian’s face softens. Anthony knows Ian hates this shit, that feelings still leave him feeling too tender and exposed, but he also knows Ian is trying.

“Anthony, I do love you, man. Of course, I do. You’ve been my best friend all my life.”

“Then why-“

“Because I never thought you needed to hear that from me. I just thought you knew,” Ian says, “I’ve been telling the others because of you.”

“Because of me?” Anthony asks.

“Because I don’t want them to think that just because you came back that I only want to spend time with you and that they don’t matter. I’ve been trying to be more open with my feelings around here because I want to be able to communicate better with you.”

“Oh,” Anthony says. He feels dumb, very dumb, and very childish.

Ian stands up and then he moves to where Anthony is seated. Anthony stands up because he feels like he should.

“Alright, you’re really pushing me out of my comfort zone here,” Ian mumbles, his face getting red. He opens his arms, pulls Anthony in for a hug, wrapping his arms around Anthony and squeezing just a little.

Anthony hugs back, he can’t help but smile into Ian’s shoulder.

“So, for the record. I do love you; you know that right?” Ian says into Anthony’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Anthony says, giving Ian a squeeze in return, “I love you too, buddy.”

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[magoranzz]

Prompt: Snowed In

61. snowed in

requested by: ironforest4

It was snowing outside

road, trails, tress, were covered in snow, everything!

in the Lor Starcutter, Magolor and Taranza are inside. Magolor had beanbags in the guest bedroom in the hallway, so they both went in there and sat down on them.

"Magolor, when do you think this snowstorm is gonna stop?" Taranza was worried, he has to go back home soon in 1 hour.

"I checked the weather, it says it will go on all night, then it will stop somewhere at 5 AM."

Taranza groans, thinking about what he should do for the rest of the night. he get's up and tells Magolor of what they should do.

"maybe... um, we could bake or do board games?"

but out of nowhere the lights go out, Taranza does a little squeak and grabs Magolor for safety. Taranza got a little scared and accidentally got very close to Magolor, and their faces almost touching. Taranza couldn't see in the dark, but Magolor could see well and has night vision.

"uhh Taranza, I think you're a little too close."

"o-oh, sorry, I got scared." he get's off of Magolor, and Ranz is now twiddling his thumbs of how embarrassed he is, but Magolor looked at him, he kinda looked cute.

"well, I think I'll make some hot chocolate, and make some soup for myself."

"but Mags you can't see in the dark! or you say that you aren't a cat..." Taranza does a little giggle, but Magolor doesn't really mind of what he just said.

"Taranza, I am a cat- but you better not tell anyone. I'm telling you this cause I trust you alright?"

"oh, uh OK."

welp there's that. he said he's a cat, but that's not what we're really focusing right now.

Magolor goes to the kitchen and opens the top cabinet in the left, packets of cocoa were at the bottom shelf, he grabbed them and got a mug to put hot water in. Mags turned on the sink and poured the hot water in there, then the packet, and stirred it with a spoon for a minute.

"MAGOLOR!"

Magolor almost dropped the mug of how shocked he was, so he rushed to the room where Taranza was at.

when he got there...

Taranza was just scared, since he didn't really like the dark or the sounds from outside.

"Taranza! you scared me, I thought something bad happened, you need to tone it down." he sets down the mug by Taranza.

"sorry... I don't like being left alone, I didn't mean to s-scare you." Taranza feels bad, he felt guilty, and Magolor could see him starting to cry.

"hey please don't cry! I always care for you, that's why I came over to check if you were OK. I'm sorry that I kinda yelled at you." he hugs Taranza to calm him down, then he hugs back Magolor.

"it's just really hard being alone, I'm still not used to sectonia being gone... s-she was special."

"she is special, and you know she loves you alot, a mountain load of it, so does everyone. she is here."

Magolor puts his hand on Taranza's chest to indicate where sectoniais, and since Taranza didn't see that coming, he immediately blushed.

"ah, thanks... I really needed that Magolor, now I know that you understand. I really mean it!"

...Magolor didn't take off Taranza's chest, Ranz was warm and small.

"um, your hand is still on me."

"OH, my mistake..." Magolor lifts his hand off of him, and pretends it never happened.

"right, here's your hot chocolate."

"thanks!" Taranza nicely takes the mug and drinks it, and tells Magolor it tastes good.

later, Magolor had his soup, and Taranza was done with his hot chocolate. Magolor and Taranza didn't know what time it was, so they admitted it was somewhere 9 or 10 PM

it was still a blizzard outside, but Taranza was tough with Magolor, and wasn't scared of it.

"hey, Magolor are we gonna sleep here or on the bed?"

Taranza liked the bed, and Magolor liked the beanbags, but Taranza knew that his friend liked the beanbags (since he kept seeing Magolor fall asleep on them instead of beds.)

"I like the bed, but I also like the beanbags more-"

"I'll sleep on the beanbags Magolor." Taranza literally didn't even hesitate, but Mags just went with it and grabed the blankets from the bed for warmth.

they push their beanbags together and put the big blanket over them, then Magolor's eyelids started getting heavy, until he felt Taranza's hands hug him.

two wizards in a guest bedroom laying on beanbags while there's a snowstorm, and one of them is having a gay panic. Magolor's heart is racing, Taranza is hugging him while sleeping. but tried to ignore it so then he would go to sleep, soon Magolor dozed off.

...

it's morning

Taranza was the first one to wake up, and saw Magolor's face by his. he quickly moved away and blood quickly came to his face.

but Taranza looked at Magolor's face one more time, it was really cute. he was laying there all tired and calm. when Taranza was getting ready to go outside, the door opened with snow falling on him, THAT woke him up.

Magolor woke up, Taranza was not there with him, so he went around the Lor to find him. only to see Taranza covered in snow

Magolor laughs with tears coming out of his eyes, Taranza looked like a powered donut.

"hey it's not funny!"

"ha... OK fine that was a little mean, pft."

"I heard that"

"alright I'll help you brush it off." Magolor brushes the snow off of Taranza's hair and cloak. that really made Taranza flustered.

"I-I think I can do it myself Mags..." Magolor wipes some snow off of Taranza's face, Magolor quickly looked away by the eye contact that they did.

soon they got ready for the day, and had pancakes for breakfast. Magolor gripped on the handle and drove the Lor all the way up to Royal Road in Floralia. Taranza was in the back watching Magolor's cool driving skills, but shakes his head and starts walking out the door.

"it was a great day yesterday, talking and having hot chocolate was the best! thank you alot Magolor, it was nice hanging out with you."

"glad you had fun! if you're having a hard time, you can ask for help, including me. well see you soon!"

"bye Magolor!"

the Lor flies off, Taranza was on the Dreamstalk's leaf by the Royal Road, and closed his eyes.

"someday Magolor, someday..."

Taranza quickly got to his castle before freezing

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

Spiderdemon AU 1

First of all, I'd like to thank my friend @midnightfire830 and the people in the discord Inky Mystery for helping me come up with some fun ideas and bits for this AU. It's because of your enjoyment and encouragement that this AU is now on tumblr. So thank you guys, very much. :)

Now, for those of you on tumblr, I'd like to share this AU. It was inspired by the spiderverse movie and seeing all the different versions of spiderpeople. So I hope all of you enjoy what you're about to read!

In this AU, all the Inky Mystery characters are human, it takes place during a modern time period, and Bendy’s spiderman. Or, Spider DEMON.

When Bendy’s in his pre-teens, he and Boris are taken in by Felix who originally fostered them, and then adopted them.

Things are okay for the first couple of years. Bendy starts getting used to being a regular kid and having fun instead of worrying about taking care of himself and Boris. Even Felix's mentor Wilson is a nice grandfather figure to him and Boris.

But then when he's 15, he gets sick. Badly sick.

Doctors say chances aren't good. Felix is clearly trying his hardest to stay strong for Bendy and Boris, but Bendy can tell it's getting hard on him, not to mention how Boris is too scared to leave his side when Bendy’s forced to stay at the hospital when he gets worse. 

When his health takes a turn for the very worst, late one night at the hospital, Bendy wakes up, and sees Wilson standing by his bedside, holding his hand, and smiling gently saying everything is going to be okay.

Too tired, Bendy goes back to sleep as Wilson pulls a jar out of his pocket.

Next morning, for the first time in a while, he feels okay enough to eat breakfast, sit up, and play card/board games with Boris. The Doctors are stunned by how his health practically improved overnight.

They're so shocked they don't pay much attention to the spider bite on his hand.

With all the good that happened though, there is a downside. 

Wilson goes missing after Bendy’s health improves.

Because Wilson’s why Bendy got better. 

He was working with people who were doing experiments on spiders that could benefit the human race, buuuuut he also heard rumors about it being to make humans into deadly super soldiers or something. 

Either way, with Bendy on his deathbed, Wilson took a gamble, stole a spider, and used it to save his life.

Unfortunately, he had to go on the run after that, because he stole from VERY dangerous people.

It was to keep everyone he cares for safe though.

After Wilson’s gone, Bendy and Boris are home alone as Felix is out. Bendy is probably still on bedrest since he recently got out of the hospital. 

Boris is off doing his own thing in his room, when he hears Bendy yelling and things breaking. 

He runs to make sure he's okay, and freezes at the doorway when he finds Bendy standing on the ceiling. 

Boris: .... How are you doing that???

Bendy: I don't know!! Help me down before Felix gets home!!

He gets down, and they clean everything before Felix gets home.

Safe to say they're both freaked out and plan to test out what else Bendy can do once they get the chance.

So the two brothers slip out of their house and find an old empty building to conduct their experiments. Boris taking notes as Bendy does his thing. (Sorta like that scene in SHAZAM)

-They learned that Bendy can walk on walls.

-Can sense danger.

-Has super strength.

-Can move way faster.

You know, the basics for any spiderman. But what's unique for Bendy.

-He can see in the dark.

-He, at first, has limited shapeshifting abilities.

-And his abilities get stronger when he gets angrier.

Also debating if he should have some kind of power where he can blend into the dark/shadows or something. Still working on that.

Bendy and Boris debate on what to do with all of this going on with Bendy. It was probably Boris' idea for him to become a superhero, and Bendy most likely said NO at first. 

He JUST got out of the hospital. He's not doing something crazy like saving the day when he has to study for a test for school. 

But you know, the universe has other ideas.

Sure enough, when he's out on a cold weather day, his face covered to keep it safe from the icy wind, he stops inside a small store to get a snack.

Only for the store to be in the middle of being robbed. Bendy sees kids in the store hiding in the corner, trembling and scared.

So, he gets the scum's attention, uses his phone to take a picture of the robber, and cussing RUNS when the guy gives chase.

When Bendy gets cornered in an alley, he tries warning the robber to back the cuss off. All that achieved was Bendy getting picked up off his feet with a knife pointed at his throat.

Bendy’s eyes then turn red, a tail appears behind him, his gloves rip as his nails turn into claws, his teeth become fangs, and his jacket hoodie rips as horns come out.

The robber SCREAMS.

Police later find the robber, tied up with some old rope or cords or whatever Bendy found in the alley, and Bendy long gone.

Bendy later pulls Boris aside, and tells him that if they're going to do this vigilante thing, he's going to need something to wear.

Boris: ... You want to wear a super suit?

Bendy: *shows him the holes in his hood and gloves* I'm up for hearing your ideas if you have something better in mind.

Boris: Super suit it is!

His spiderman super suit, as a nod to the fic and the game, Bendy's suit would be a faded paper yellow color, looking like black ink was spilled over him, along with the classic spiderweb pattern of course.

He'd also wear goggles, wanting to protect his eyes and keep his night vision from bothering him when he's somewhere bright during battles.

His shape-shifted tail and horns would also be visible, and he and Boris design webs for Bendy to swing on that are black in color.

the media eventually dubbing Bendy, the Spiderdemon.

Now Bendy at first usually sticks with small stuff. stopping robbers, saving people in accidents, basically helping those in need. He doesn't want to do anything crazy considering he's in HIGHSCHOOL.

Boris also becomes his "guy in a chair", since this takes place in a modern time period. Bendy refuses to let him come with when he does dangerous stuff, so Boris builds things that can help Bendy, and uses his crazy impressive computer skills to hack security cameras and stuff to watch Bendy's back and keep him updated through a built-in communication device in Bendy's suit.

He dubs himself "Cyber-Wolf" and uses a cartoony wolf icon to cover his identity when hacking things.

When Bendy graduates highschool and is about to start college though, when out in town, he finds someone he didn't expect to see.

Wilson, looking rough, and exhausted.

The two of them hug, Bendy asking him where the CUSS he's been all these years, and Wilson promising to explain over a meal.

They stop at a diner, and Wilson explains that he had to leave to keep him, Felix, and Boris safe because of a choice he made. How he stole a spider experiment to save Bendy's life, and now the people he stole from are after him because they know he stole it but don't know WHY.

He came back, because he wanted to warn Bendy. the people he took the spider from have been watching Spiderdemon, and they WANT him. What Bendy's doing is noble, but at the same time he's at an incredible risk.

With great power comes great responsibility after all.

Shocked that Wilson is why he has his powers and he knows he's spiderdemon, Bendy would try insisting he'll be fine, that he can protect himself, and protect Wilson if he comes home.

Wilson would be hesitant, but before he can answer Bendy's phone rings. Seeing that Felix is calling him, Bendy promises he'll be right back and tells Wilson not to move because the diner has crappy cell service. Bendy moves to where he can still see Wilson, as he tries telling Felix he found him and where they are, but the MINUTE Bendy looks away then back at the table they were at, Wilson's gone. Only a note is left with "I'm sorry" on it.

Bendy quickly pays for the food, and goes looking for Wilson, hoping he didn't get far.

But then he hears car tires screeching, and then people screaming, someone yelling to call 9-1-1.

Heart dropping, Bendy rushes to the scene. horrified when he sees that Wilson ran into traffic, and got hit.

Wilson's death leaves an impact on Bendy. How someone who cared so much about him gave up everything to save his life, lost his own in the end.

The "great power comes great responsibility" sticks with him and he takes it to heart. After Wilson's funeral, Bendy tells Boris he needs to use the powers he got for bigger things than just stopping petty crooks. Wilson ran from dangerous powerful people, and he couldn't protect him.

He won't allow that to happen again to an innocent person if he can prevent it.

[dragoncookies]

Roller coasters!

Here’s how I think some of the KOTLC characters (The teens) would react to going on a rollercoaster at amusement parks in some AU where they do that (like a scary rollercoasters with loops and big drops and stuff).

Sophie:

She would be less terrified than you’d think. She rides Silveny all the time so she used to that kind of thing and she’s also used to human machinery so she’d be nervous but have a good time regardless, though she has her limits. She’s perfectly okay with waiting behind while others go on some life destroying roller coaster. She loves the rides that are like those swings that spin around (you know?). 

Keefe: 

Daredevil extraordinaire. He’d be so down to do it but you’d hear him praying for his life once the ride actually starts. Like full on confessions but once the ride is going he’d be doing that happy yell thing you do on a roller coaster. He’d also be the most likely to loose a shoe or smt on the ride. 

Biana: 

She would love rollercoasters and I know it. She’s the type to be smiling and laughing and enjoying the sound of her friends screaming. When you go and see the pictures she looks so happy. She’s a rollercoaster enthusiast.

Fitz:

Scared shitless. He’d squeeze his eyes shut and scream for his life. As soon as the ride stops he’d be the type of person to just flop over his seatbelt or something dramatic. His photos at the end look goofy as hell and always cause the most laughs. He still is convinced by his friends to go on every ride somehow though. 

Dex:

Personally Dex would be my favorite rollercoaster enjoyer. He’d be the type to sneak food or something on there so as you’re going up the hill you just watch him whip out a meal or a board game. He’d be the type to somehow be wearing sunnies in the photo because he’d just KNOW where the cameras are. 

Maruca:

She’s lowkey the most enjoyable person to go on a rollercoaster with. She’d get butterflies and you could see her get nervous about it but in a way that makes you more excited and less worried. She’d be the type of person to look at a roller coaster and say “there’s no way I’m going on that” but go on it anyways. She’d also be the type to have her hands up the whole time. Also, in line, she’d sit down and start crocheting something. For real.  

Tam:

It’s not for him :/.He wanted to go on one once to be with Linh and didn’t show any fear for the sake of others but when the ride was done he’d fainted! He may or may not throw up after riding rollercoasters. He still goes to amusement parks with friends because he carries all their stuff and looks great in a visor.

Linh:

So excited about rollercoasters. She’s kind of like Biana in that they make her laugh but she does not have an endless appetite for rollercoasters. She got a lil ambitious and went on four in a row and threw up (like Tam did) but she wasn’t fazed and went on another half an hour later. A true trooper. She likes watching the world do a lil spin on loop-de-loops (spelling?). 

Wylie:

An ambitious rollercoaster consumer and tries to predict where the cameras are so he can make sure to have a comically stoich face. He likes to sit next to Dex so his poker face stands out more in photos. He’d definitely panic while up there but love the thrill! He wasn’t a natural rollercoaster daredevil but built up his stamina. He’d also be the one to help convince other people who don’t want to go on the rollercoaster to yolo and try it. 

Marella:

Do I even have to write this? She’s literally out there risking her life to go on the most horrifying rollercoasters. Some rollercoasters even relax her. I’m scared of her. She LOVES spilling the HOTTEST TEA while waiting in line too.

Stina:

Super skeptical about the human technologies. Consistently doubting the whole time in line, but she’d have such a good time on a rollercoaster she’d have to admit they’re not so bad. She won’t go on ALL rollercoasters, she does decently well. She’d be the type of person to squeeze your hand or need to like hug someone while the rollercoaster is going. It’s not so bad ngl. 

Thanks for reading all of it. Like seriously you made it to the bottom congrats.  

[bronanlynch]

so dgs2 sure is a video game huh. anyway here are my lawyer file clerk rankings (this one is more unhinged than usual I’m so sorry I played most of dgs2-5 in one day and I think my brain kind of melted)

ryutaro: I do generally have a ‘no working for teenagers’ rule in these but honestly ryutaro does seem to be the best boss of any of the teenage lawyers, and at least knows what it’s like as the person doing the admin stuff and therefore wouldn’t be too annoyingly demanding abt it. 6/10, would generally prefer as a coworker rather than a boss

auchi: sure seems like he’s going through some stuff and taking it out on everyone around him which would make him unpleasant as an employer. also I would not be able to keep up the polite conversation where every single day he expects me to tell him how much his hair has grown back and every day I have to pretend that it’s grown at all. 2/10, no thanks

ryunosuke: last time I said that because he has susato he wouldn’t necessarily need another file clerk but reforming the entire japanese legal system would create a lot of paperwork so I am now fully on board with working for him. he meets so many of my standards: he consults his notes in court which means he needs his files done correctly, he’s polite to the people he works with, he believes in truth and justice and making the world a better place, and his cases are always absolutely fucking wild so the documents I’d be filing would be interesting to read. also, if he’s doing for mikotoba, with his government connections, presumably he has access to some decent government funding which probably means decent benefits for me. 10/10, I am emailing him my resume as we speak

van zieks (with masked apprentice): I’ve got to be honest with you, if I show up to my first day of work and my boss is like “so this is your coworker, he’s not allowed to talk to anyone and he has to wear that mask at all times, it’s not punishment” I am going to think that I’ve just accidentally joined a cult, and I will immediately be turning around and asking the non-existent hr department to assign me to literally any other prosecutor. no, learning that it’s my boss’s boss’s idea would not make me feel any better. might be convinced to stay if I see my new coworker uncork a wine bottle with a sword because seriously how is he doing that. .5/10, for sheer morbid curiosity

van zieks (post-game): so obviously there are still a few drawbacks here but honestly, on the whole, after he goes through his character development, I think he’d be a pretty decent option. partially this is because of what kazuma says about how when he’s especially picky abt something he just does it himself, which I appreciate in a boss, because it means he would rather do something himself than expect me to do something impossible and then yell at me for failing to live up to his expectations. (yes kazuma was talking abt van zieks organizing his wine collection for that bit, but shh I’m extrapolating) anyway, it would be hypocritical to dock points for him being a neurotic perfectionist so there’s that too. I do also appreciate how much he hates rich people who get away with shit because they’re rich. me too, buddy. like I’m still fundamentally opposed to carceral justice systems and think that while putting rich people in jail for their crimes may appear to present a short-term solution (and I suppose if I had to choose, it is preferable to putting poor people in jail for crimes that they’re driven to by unjust societal pressures & are more likely to receive harsher punishments for) it will not provide a long-term answer to the overarching problem of uh. having an aristocracy let alone a monarchy. but. there are worse people to work for. 6.5/10, would prefer not to be affiliated with the british government but

stronghart: including him because he was previously a prosecutor and tbh even setting aside the blackmail and the murder conspiracies, he just seems like an absolute fucking nightmare to deal with. if I asked my boss a simple question abt information I needed in order to do my job and he responded by telling me exactly how much time down to the second that he was going to let me speak for or exactly how late to his next meeting he is, I would lose my fucking mind. also, he constantly has people doing shit that is just simply not their fucking job. why was van zieks preparing the meeting room for the forensics conference! I hate people who think they’re too good for that sort of work but it is quite literally not his fucking job. 0/10, please I can give myself enough time anxiety without a boss doing it for me

klint van zieks: now. listen. please see my rating of byrne faraday for my known weakness for prosecutors who do vigilante shit bc they know that the courts are rigged and will never convict the wealthy & powerful. I’m including him for completeness’s sake but I fully do not think I can be objective here because unfortunately I cannot blame him for thinking that the british aristocracy is an evil institution (see above). anyway. Idk. everyone who worked with/for him seemed to respect him a lot so like, I’ll believe that he was a pretty ok boss. 5/10, loses points on principle for being a british aristocrat himself, sorry :/ (and also lack of data)

kazuma (post-game): I love him, is the thing. I am even less capable of being objective abt kazuma than I am abt anyone else. he is literally just the perfect man. he’s competent, he’s rude to people who deserve it but he doesn’t seem like he’d go out of his way to be rude to like, innocent minimum wage employees, and he seems reasonably organized without being overly demanding abt it. I think my one caveat here is that I’m honestly not sure how long he lasts as a prosecutor for the british government before realizing that no, the system is still bad and wealthy/titled people still can cause harm without facing consequences, and that’s the point where he either quits his job or decides that maybe murder is the answer after all, and neither of those are great for long-term job security as his employee. to be clear, I support him fully in either endeavor. 10/10, my roommate was right I’m glad I left him room to improve his score

(previous games here: aa1 | aa2 | aa3 | aa4 | aai | dgs1 )

[adultswim2021]

Robot Chicken #41: “Werewolf vs. Unicorn” | August 12, 2007 - 11:30PM | S03E01

Well, it’s time for Robot Chicken, the show you love to eat. I am blazed out of my freaking brains right now, so let’s get “ultimate weed party” level high for this stonehead classic.

This episode resolves the cliffhanger from last season where Matt Senreich goes all nuts and blows everyone away during a live Robot Chicken telethon. Matt is renegotiating the contract of the show now that he’s the sole creative person left on the production staff. Seth and the rest come back as Zombies. Freaking epic, dude. They do a Thriller reference, and they steal a John Landis elevator music gag. This sketch is notable for featuring both Keith Crawford and Mike Lazzo, the Mommy and Daddy of Adult Swim respectively, playing themselves. :(

Next is Defenders of the Earth, with various characters owned by King Features Syndicate being an Avengers-style superhero team. They are merely in charge of a Neighborhood Watch program and refuse to fight actual planetary threats like an asteroid, even though it’s in their name. Okay! :( 

There’s the Shouter, which is a “Clapper” style device where you scream and stuff to get it to turn on and off. This is a solid premise and I thought they made fairly funny choices of stuff to yell. :( 

There’s a Transformers sketch where Soundwave is destroyed by two dudes who kill him by being jerks basically. Then they sell him on eBay, damn eBay really does do have everything! :(

Then there’s a part where a nerd has a web show, like that SNL sketch where Jimmy Fallon is a college-aged pot head on webcam. Remember that? It’s like that but a nerd is doing it to talk about nerd stuff, and then a bully shows up and says biphobic stuff at him :( the comedy idea here is that nerds like using the internet to deliver messages. :(

Then there’s a rude one with Adam and Steve, the famous gay guys from the Bible. They name all the animals, but Steve, the girl gay guy, comes in and names stuff ruder names. He calls a Zebra a “Ramburglar” :( 

Lotta frowns so far, but that’s about to change: they do a thing about the board game “The Game of Life”, and this one I actually remember seeing and thinking wasn’t too bad. I still think this is one of their stronger sketches and I think sometimes they arrive at concepts that their animation is much better at conveying than their normal stuff with the toys. The game pieces in this look great. The jokes aren’t that strong, but it’s such a great premise, and I forgive it for being basic.

Then there’s a thing about Arnold Schwarzenegger (who should seriously consider maybe changing the last four letters of his name) giving a speech about illegal immigrants (the final joke makes light of his own immigrant status… my goodness!). We see little vignettes with Speezy Gonzalaes and Dora the Explorer. The part where Slow-poke Rodriguez begs to not be deported because they will execute him in Mexico made me laugh. 

The closing credits have to make up for the fact that they didn’t have an opening credits sequence for this episode, so they list more names than usual, causing the chicken’s “bock bock” song to go way long, and boy, I felt every second of it. I started Imagining a sweetly retarded boy in his bedroom watching this and joining in the bock bocks himself and it made me smile. I should remove that last sentence before I publish this. But, it’s true. I really did use my imagination in an insulting way. I’m sorry! I am as god made me and god don’t make no trash.

Neat story that you’ll like: I was in a record store that sold used DVDs and always try to buy SOMETHING when I go into a store like this. So, I found the Robot Chicken season three DVD for a decent price, and thought “hey, I could get this if I can’t find anything I actually want, I could at least use it for the blog. Maybe I will start watching the commentaries for these”. Well, I couldn’t find anything better so I got it for probably five dollars. The packaging is actually in really nice condition, and it still has the little Williams Street ad sheet inside. ANYWAY: I listened to the commentary for this one and it had Dino Stamatopoulos on it. He makes fun of Matt for smiling too much (I agree) and asks Seth how it was working with Woody Allen. Very fun!

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Tim & Eric’s Awesomecon (July 28, 2007)

I searched high and low for Adult Swim’s panel schedule for San Diego Comic-Con in 2007. Then I remembered something: They didn’t have any panels at comic-con! I think they may have even been banned for a year for various Dino-related incidents (haha). I remembered this because I got tickets to comic-con for the first time ever this year, and had a fucking blast; but was mildly miffed that I would not get to witness and Adult Swim panel in person. In fact, I stayed with some friends who sorta hijacked me for a couple days of it, and I honestly shoulda just gone to the thing by myself; I coulda seen so much more.

I made sure not to miss Tim & Eric’s Awesomecon, which was held in a park by the convention center. It wasn’t officially a Comic-Con event, but it was sort of a sattellite event. Adult Swim seems to have given them a little money for food and banners and stuff. Tim & Eric hosted various competitive field day type games and the winner got to ride a jet ski. Notably I met my future wife at this event. WOW! I like still like her to this day!

Did I mention the Tomicon from the year before? Maybe I didn’t. Oh well. My wife has more cred than I do on the Tim & Eric front, because she attended Tomicon and I did not. It was held at Dick’s Last Resort, which is a chain restaurant where the gimmick is that the waiters insult you in various rehearsed ways, and she tells me that they were so obnoxious back to the waiters that you could tell they won at being mean! Good lord I wish I was there. I would have told my waiter that I loved him and I appreciated him and that he was doing a good job :)

[bigg1999]

🤲🤲 You have any more Depths of Love by chance you could share? By chanceee?

I don't have any Depths of Love ready to share just yet...

But hopefully, you've read Stardust? Here's a scrapped scene from Warrior of the Universe.

Lexa looks up to the rearview mirror, watching as her ten-year-old son gets into the car, throwing his bag down. She waits a moment, watching, making sure to hear the click of the seatbelt before she drives off. Silence fills the car, the radio on low, unlike their normal chats after school.

Halfway home with still no words, she sighs, causing him to look up, green eyes that mirror her own meeting hers in the mirror.

"Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you, or do you want to be grumpy?" Lexa questions, focus going back to the road.

"I'm not bothered, I'm just angry," he defends, causing Lexa's mouth to quirk up slightly in amusement.

"Alright, still. Do you want to talk about it?" She asks again, turning on her blinker as they make another turn.

"No."

"Alright, then I'll talk about my day. Let's see, I had a terrible meeting first thing with all the board members. It was fine, I just had to remind them I'm in charge. Then your mother surprised me for lunch before she went to see Octavia and Lincoln and then I had..." Lexa continues on, knowing her son isn't listening, but filling the space with sound as she drives the rest of the way home, pulling into the driveway.

"Make sure you do your homework before you start playing," Lexa says as they enter the house, Danny kicking off his shoes in a rush, and heading to his room.

Lexa sighs, shaking her head at both his pair and another, kicked off at the door in the walkway. She fixes it, moving them both to the mat before putting her keys up on the hook, venturing further into the house to find the owner of the other pair.

She grins when she finds the blonde in her studio, earbuds in and obvious to the world around her, focused on a painting. Lexa grins, seeing it's a painting of their son in the universe they created. His blonde hair is wild, and his striking green eyes stand out against the dark warpaint around his eyes, that trails down his cheeks like Heda's does, only his goes above his brows too, and there's a cut out where his skin shows through, resembling Wanheda's.

Lexa waits for Clarke to step away from the painting, surprising her by wrapping her in a hug. Clarke yells in surprise, not realizing the brunette was there, but quickly laughs at herself. She sinks into the warm body behind her, tilting her head to she side to allow the brunette to press some kisses to the side of her neck as she sets down the paintbrush on the bench and taps the screen of her phone, turning off the music to her wireless earbuds.

"Hi, baby," Clarke smiles, hands wrapping around Lexa's around her midsection.

"He looks amazing," Lexa compliments the painting, resting her head on Clarke's shoulder.

"Thank you. I'm still unsure about the war paint design, maybe I should ask him about it," Clarke confesses.

"It's a little of both of us, I think it's great. Speaking of," Lexa sighs, releasing her hold on the blonde, allowing her to turn around, "He's upset about something."

"Something?" Clarke questions.

"Mhm, he wouldn't talk to me about it."

Clarke sighs, her brows scrunching in confusion, "He didn't talk to you?"

"Nope. Just said he's angry," Lexa relies her known information.

"Weird. Maybe I'll go ask him about the warpaint and talk," Clarke suggests.

"I'll get started on dinner."

Clarke grins, looking into green eyes and sharing a kiss before heading their separate ways. Lexa hums to herself, cooking dinner by herself, listening to the sounds of a video game coming from the living room. Hushed voices as Lexa assumes mother and son discuss. She calls them to dinner, happy to find her son is back to usual, chatting about his day as they eat.

Over dinner, Clarke suggests they watch a movie together. They all agree, settling on Brother Bear. After the movie, Danny heads to bed, only having fallen asleep "a little bit," he defends.

"So, he all good?" Lexa questions after Danny's door shuts.

"One of his friends said something offensive and it upset him," Clarke says with a sigh, "He's got such a good heart."

"Offensive?" Lexa questions, following Clarke's lead and heading to the bedroom.

"Homophobic. Transphobic. You know how kids are," Clarke says with a shrug, crawling into bed.

Lexa sighs, "Sadly, that I do. Wish we still didn't have to deal with that shit though. Wish our kid didn't have to deal with it," Lexa admits softly, climbing in after the blonde.

"He's a strong boy, he'll handle it."

*-*-*

"You know that's not true," Danny defends, glaring at Donnie.

"Come on Danny. Just because you're cool doesn't mean that your mom's are," Donnie defends with a scoff, rolling his eyes, "Like my dad says, women are only good for two things-"

"Just shut up dude," Danny rolls his eyes, grabbing his lunch tray, ready to move tables.

"Hey, it's alright. I mean, your mom, technically, is straight. Your other one just likes to dress up, it's cool."

"What did you say?" Danny questions, still standing, looking at the boy across from him.

"Come on, everybody can tell. It's not like he looks like a woman," Donnie laughs.

"Both of my moms are women!" Danny growls, green eyes burning.

"Yeah, just like I'm sure her hair is blonde," Donnie scoffs, rolling his eyes, "I mean, her boobs are nice to look at, but you can tell they're fake a mile away."

Danny's brows furrow in confusion.

"Blonde?"

"I mean he didn't even change his name. He could've at least changed his name to something better than Clarke."

All of the anger that Danny had felt, boiling under his skin, disappears. He looks at the boy in front of him, and laughs, shaking his head as he grabs his tray.

"You're a joke, and your hate is a joke," Danny says, walking away, leaving the other boy stunned.

*-*-*

"How was school today?" Lexa questions, watching as Danny climbs in.

"It was good," Danny says with a laugh, grinning as he does his seatbelt, "I talked with Mom yesterday about my friend being stupid, and I told him today."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. He's not my friend anymore. He's homophobic, transphobic, and sexist, and I don't need that."

"No, I agree. You do not need friends like that," Lexa hums, focusing on the road.

"He's so stupid. He tried to make me upset by saying you aren't a woman, but he's so dumb, he thought Mom was the one who's transgender. He says you can tell, but he thinks it's the wrong mom," Danny says with a laugh.

Lexa hums, brows raising in surprise, "Really?"

"Yeah. Said her boobs are too big," Danny rolls his eyes.

Lexa chuckles, blush coating her cheeks, "I don't think either one of you is old enough to be looking at boobs yet."

"His dad is a poop, he probably said it," Danny confesses with a sigh as they pull into their driveway.

"Yes baby, most hate starts at home," Lexa admits softly, following her son.

"Mom!" Danny calls as they enter the house.

"What's up?" Clarke answers from the couch, looking up to the doorway.

"You were right, Donnie didn't know what he was talking about! He thinks you're transgender!"

Clarke laughs, "What?"

"Yeah!"

"I guess that's because your mother is just so beautiful," Clarke says, meeting green eyes and sending a wink.

Lexa can't help her cheeks turning pink as her son agrees with a cheer, shaking her head as she heads into the house to kiss her wife.

[twisted-tales-told]

dorcas meadowes <3

YES MY GIRLL

This ask game

My favourite thing about Dorcas Meadows is her weird little hobbies. You cannot convince me this girlie is not up until 3 am satisfying some strange obsessive curiosity. I love her brain I love her endless well of knowledge & I love that she has an itch inside her head that she can never seem to scratch. I love headcannoning her as a curse breaker because I just think it’s the only career she won’t get board doing.

My least favourite thing about Dorcas Meadows is when people headcanon her as muggle born. That is a pureblood girlie right there. She was going to those pureblood balls her whole life. Voldemort probably tried to recruit her sooo bad because of her talents but my bad bitch stood up against him knowing it would put an extra big target on her back.

Favourite line: it’s actually from something I’ve written and since it’s for the jegulus big bang fest I can’t share it:/ BUT you will get to read it eventually.

Brotp: Dorcas and Regulus. I love their dynamic SO much. Just two avoidant bitches sitting in silence not talking about their feelings.

OTP: I love Dorlene but I have been vibing SO much with Dorlily recently I won’t lie. I think I said this yesterday but the reason why I love Dorlily for Dorcas specifically is because Lily challenges her. Like with Marlene, her relationship is a place where Dorcas can *rest* but with Lily it’s a place where she can actively prove and better herself. Is it healthy?? Probably not. But I love it anyways.

Notp: I don’t see Dorcas/Mary or Dorcas/Pandora as interesting. I just think they’re so platonic coded. They don’t have that chemistry.

Random headcanons: was introduced to the muggle pen & literally lost her mind about how much simpler it is to write with and that’s all she uses now. Fuck quills & their slow ass writing methods <—her actual words.

Unpopular opinion: least maternal bitch you have ever come across. Not an ounce of maternal instinct literally that TikTok sound where that guy is like “you want a beer?” And James in the background yelling “HES FOUR”

Song I associate with her: daffodil by Florence + the machine. Imagine Marlene has been killed and this is Dorcas’ war song as she goes after voldy himself

Favourite picture of them: that one of her and regulus where it looks VERY if we were villains coded.

[the-firebird69]

Instant Justice Served To Impatient Driver - Funny Instant Karma

This is that idiot Trump and he's saying something about Chandler from Friends and she gives someone a ticket and he's saying he was Chandler and he was and he's saying it now and the guy getting the ticket is somebody doesn't like but there's no correlation to our son he's saying there is but there's not and suddenly it says this I've lost it and some sort of Nissan Altima and so what your a dead man again.. it says so why they said you're right you're pretty much toast but we get you guys when you hit you and that's what we need to do now and he knows I can't understand what you're saying so you always around says I get it you hit me and get my guys when they come to get me out and it's atrocious it says everybody's doing it cuz you're a big mouth so laughing said he can't get out of it and said I can when you're fully gone it's going to be over when you die imitating my brother cuz you're a fool and our son said the last part I need to say you're going to die for saying it so you're going to die now and forget about it this happened hundreds of times cuz you instigate cuz you're a little girl like a five year old little b**** he won't shut your f****** mouth you can die a million times and you still just sit there getting killed over and over and you don't know anything you're a f****** moron and people going to come after you no matter what cuz they get your guys so have a nice time did meet dead f***** you dead little f***** so he remembers a little of it and he says this is really bad and he's dying over and over he stinks he's driving around town saying I hate it I hate my life and stuff like that finally it stops at a store starts yelling and shouting and the cops grab them and say he's having to be killed and he says no it's pretty much right on we're getting all your stuff by hitting you and it looks over it and it says it's you people yes yeah but you won't remember it and he started to leave and he said wow this is awful but yeah that's what he is now so you want him out of here it'll die somewhere else.

Thor Freya

This is idiots and they don't even play the game it's so dumb we've been collecting a lot more of this morons were here you get him killed those guys to fill the place up and just start hitting you cuz you're stupid it's time to collect from them you idiots

Mac daddy

I guess we're at war with them now and it'll be easier but really we're with a pseudo empire he says we're both going to die and Jesus Christ

Bja

Here in a couple of huge losers quit taking all your stuff cuz we're right here and you're trapping us do you think it's the other way around there's no proof that at all you haven't taken anything back from us you f****** moron

Hera

It's kind of laughable and he says it all the time but he won't move he won't leave my stupid store I can get that f***** out of there she's asking what the next stop is and the chain of events and we can try and work it that way and get the chain of events going faster by hitting people by running the chain of events and what did she do that you set up the string I do understand the theory then a whole bunch of people get on board and pull all the stuff out so we need to get a list of movies in the order that they happen and start prepping the jerk offs and the idiots and the movies will go and the sole they and it'll be faster and we can get stuff it's not a bad idea instead of before but he doesn't know how to figure out which movies are next 100% he's got somewhat of an order and his eyes a lot and he says not as much as people think he thinks the ship's gone from Trump not the morlock it's happening now he goes around and tries to grab ships and he sucks and he tries to grab him Titan to get shifts and to get and to even try for Saturn you think she can blow a hole maybe and take over where bja is and that sounds like what happens it might happen before all this other stuff and general grievous might just be a losing man he thinks it's not he thinks it's the guy that plays Two-Face and that's who it is and it's not Tommy version and really it makes it seem like it's Trump but we think that he's dead and it's cuz they're going

Mac daddy

Distilling 3.5% or something in the general populace with the restaurant on the island and it kind of stuck there

...

That's going to change possibly to 2.5 tomorrow that's pretty small and the max want to push them and activate them and all this but really they're not really that much into it and it's not true dude can you come Blockbuster says and he says I'm pushing pretty hard and it says we better get the troops together and hire more and cover it because it's going to be pushed and it will be pushed at a moment's notice so we started getting troops and he says we have a lot in but we need more so we're recruiting and we're moving them up and moving them in right now and was starting programs and we need more and we do see we need a limited to conscription now and more areas than we're doing it we're going to set it up we really need about 25% more than what we're asking for so he says we should do at least half that but no where people who do things if we need 25%, we ask for that and we will work through the problem and we will explain it to them and I get that and it will be a lot easier if you do it a few times I've done a few times it's not bad so I'm going to say that

Thor Freya is one of our citizens and he says we're less smarter than you think not so smarter than you but we're intelligent and I gathered that I do appreciate it

Olympus

[amessageonthewind]

September Selfship Prompts Challenge

15. Playing a board/video game

Pairing: Adaman/Rachel during Legends: Arceus (spoiler alert for really far along in the timeline)

          It wasn’t often when Adaman came to visit Jubilife Village outside of his duties. He had become familiar with the main street and the Galaxy Team headquarters since his meetings with Commander Kamado. He was here to see Rachel, but not for business reasons. Just for companionship reasons.

          He hadn’t heard anything of her being out and about in the wilds from anyone, not even from Wyrdeer. So, he decided to pay her a visit for once instead.

          Stepping inside, Adaman made his way towards Captain Cyllene’s office, since she’d more likely know what Rachel was doing and where she was working. “Good to see you, Captain.” He greeted.

          “Adaman. What a surprise to see you.” The stone-faced woman replied, seated in her usual spot whilst looking over transcripts. She looked up from her work to give him her attention. “What brings you here?”

          “I just needed to see Rachel.” He replied straight-forward. There was no point tiptoeing around his intentions. “Is she out?”

          “Ah, her.” She replied, going back to her transcripts. “She’s taking the day off today. You’ll find her in her workshop at the end of Canala Avenue on the left.”

          That took the Diamond Clan leader by surprised, exchanging a look with his Leafeon for a moment. I didn’t know she had a workshop. “Thanks a bunch, Captain! Hope your work goes smoothly.”

          “Likewise.” She replied politely.

          Leaving the Galaxy Hall, Adaman made his way down the street past the residential housing, admiring the buildings. It was far different from the tents they had at the settlement. They looked rather sturdy and comfortable, if a bit imposing. He wasn’t sure he could live in something like this, but he couldn’t deny the utility.

          Arriving at the end of the street, he only had to approach the building slightly before he heard muffled and contained storm of curses from inside. He rolled his eyes affectionately. That’s her, alright. Approaching, he walked up to the front door of the workshop and knocked on the front door before entering.

          “CEDRIC! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY - ?!” Her voice then paused as Adaman saw the dark-furred Zorua rush from somewhere else in the workshop towards his wielder with a tool in his mouth. “…chisel. Thanks, buddy. Sorry I yelled at you. You know how I get about misplacing stuff.”

          Cedric’s ear twitched in Adaman’s direction and he gestured in his direction. The Diamond Clan leader never got tired of seeing the light brighten in her eyes at the sight of him. “Oh! Adaman!” She said, putting her chisel down on the nearby table which seemed to have several small blocks strewn about it. “I didn’t hear you come in!”

          “I could tell.” He replied playfully, having a look at the place. It was an open area, with the tatami walls open in the back to allow for more airflow and light to come in. Tools lined the walls and the tables were covered in large sketches. He could see some strange projects in the middle of being built and he could discern that she often started projects and switched between them based on whatever she felt like doing.

          She was a creature of impulse and instinct, after all. “What brings you here? Is something wrong?” Rachel asked, concerned.

          Adaman shook his head, laughing amusedly. “No no, nothing’s wrong.” He assured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Am I interrupting something? I can come back a different day if you’re busy.”

          “No! No, you’re not! I was just finishing something up, actually. You’re fine.” Rachel quickly assured him, taking him by the wrist to pull him inside. “I always have time for you, Adaman.”

          He wasn’t entirely sure she realized what that sentence meant to him and his people, but he knew it was true. It warmed his heart to hear her so fluent in the language of his people. “So, what were you working on, if I may ask?”

          “In short, I’ve been forced to take up engineering.” Rachel replied, seating Adaman down at the table with the blocks strewn about. “Well, not forced in the sense of someone made me. Rather, since I’m the only one who has any knowledge of the time period I came from, I’m the only one who knows how to build any of it for myself, so I had to take up engineering to figure it out. So, I’m starting small.”

          As Adaman took a seat, his Leafeon greeted Cedric, beckoning the smaller Pokemon to follow him outside to sit out back on the back deck. Glancing back at Adaman and Rachel, Cedric followed Leafeon, knowing that his trainer was safe with him. He didn’t have to worry when it came to Adaman.

          “Can I get you a tea or anything?” Rachel asked, walking over to a kettle she had set aside near a small hearth. “I was going to make one for myself anyways, since I was about to take a break. Just wondering how many cups I should make.”

          Adaman nodded, smiling warmly. “Tea sounds great right now.”

          Getting some water from the provided wooden tub and ladling it into the kettle, Rachel whistled, summoning her Arcanine from her Pokéball. “Emberheart? Could I get your help with tea, please?”

          Bending down, the Fire Pokémon let out a small flame breath over the coals of the hearth, Rachel setting the kettle to boil over it once it was lit. “There you go.”

          “Thank you, sweetheart.” Rachel replied, holding her Pokémon’s large face and kissing her forehead. It never failed to tug at the corner of his mouth when she was so openly affectionate with her Pokémon. She had a natural inclination towards them, it was almost as if she had known them for their whole lives.

          If she was a member of either of the clans, one would never guess she was an outsider. Though, he did have a natural bias that she would fit in better with the Diamond Clan than the Pearl Clan, but she demonstrated an understanding of their values as well. She had done a lot for them as well as his own clan.

          Emberheart was quick to lay beside the both of them, resting her head on Adaman’s side and he, having spent his whole life with Leafeon, instinctively reached down to pet at the Arcanine’s head. “So, what were you working on?”

          “Oh, just recreating a game from my time period that you play with wooden blocks.” Rachel said, having a seat beside him being careful not to accidentally hurt Emberheart. “You…wouldn’t enjoy it, though.”

          At that, Adaman raised an eyebrow curiously, leaning back. “Oh, really? Try me.” He challenged, though idly he was mentally commenting on how surprisingly soft Emberheart’s fur was. The Pearl Clan was more familiar with Arcanine and Growlithe, having one as a Lord, but he always thought that their fur would be tough, but it wasn’t. It was just grainy and earthy, but it still felt soft and rather warm. Colour him pleasantly surprised.

          Raising her own eyebrow back at Adaman, Rachel shrugged. “Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Grabbing all of the blocks she had made, he observed them. They were all narrow, flat, and long and looked like they were made to be the same size.

          She began to arrange the blocks in rows of threes, making them into squares. She stacked the rows on top of one another, alternating between arranging them horizontally and vertically each layer until she reached the top, carefully adjusting to make sure everything was level and fit together evenly. “So, this…is a game from my time period. It’s called ‘Jenga.’”

          Interesting, though it didn’t really give away what the game was actually about. Nor did looking at the stacked wooden tower. “How do you play?” Adaman asked, curious.

          “Basically, every turn, one person has to remove a block from the tower without knocking it over.” Rachel began explaining, reaching to try and find a block that was loose enough to gently push out and then remove, placing it on top of the tower. “And the goal is to see how long you can go before the tower is knocked over and whoever is the one who knocks the tower over loses the game.”

          Adaman squinted at it. “So, you build the tower…so that you can remove its structural integrity to make it higher…to see how long it takes for it to collapse?” He was trying to follow. Rachel nodded, and he folded his arms with a small huff. “That’s so pointless! Why would anyone go through the time and effort for this?”

          “See? I told you you weren’t going to like it.” Rachel said, taking the block she just removed and sliding it back where it was before. “I could definitely see Irida having a lot of fun with it. I might invite her over for a game or two at some point.”

          Snickering, he leaned back, raising a hand to smooth his hair over a bit. It was strange to think that Rachel being a part of both Adaman and Irida’s lives had become so normal and routine. It was hard for him to picture the everyday without either of them, despite his rivalry with Irida. Rachel had bridged them in a way he never would have anticipated, before.

          He could almost call Irida a friend, thanks to Rachel. And it was nice to see that Rachel thought of Irida as fondly as she thought of Adaman. It meant that she was well suited to handle relations between their clans. It meant that peace was possible.

          Though, he couldn’t help but tease. “Is that the only thing you’ve made thus far? Or do you have more to show me?”

          Rachel snickered playfully at him. “I do have another game that I made that I feel like you will enjoy, if that’s what you’re asking.” She said as she got up to rummage around in some of her drawers.

          So quick to get to the point. She really would fit in with the Diamond Clan. “Glad to hear you haven’t left me out.”

          “As if I would ever forget about you.” The woman replied quickly and easily. Both clan leaders had become her closest friends in Hisui. Well, her closest human friends aside from Professor Laventon. As soon as she thought of how to bring Jenga back to her personal life as a way to spend some off-time with Irida, she thought of what to bring back as a way to spend off-time with Adaman just as quickly.

          Grabbing a deck of cards, she set it down on the table in front of him. “This, my friend, is a card game.” Rachel said, idly sifting through it and shuffling it. “There’s more to it than Jenga, but it’s quicker to play and you can play quick rounds to pass the time easily.”

          Adaman nodded, folding his hands as he leaned on the table. “Alright, you have my attention.”

          Nodding, Rachel sifted through the cards until she pulled out the examples she needed to show him to explain the game. “So, this is a game from my time period called ‘Unus.’” She said, placing some of the cards on the table. Though they were all different numbers, they were all different colours – red, blue, yellow, and green. “Each player starts with seven cards. There are 108 cards in total; nineteen cards of each colour – zero to nine, though you only get one zero of each colour and two of every other number – and several other cards that do specific things. The game ends when one of the players completely empties their hand.

          “The first player puts any card they want for the first round, and the other players in sequential order in a circle have to either put down a card that’s the same type, or the same colour.” Rachel explained this with the cards themselves, demonstrating them to Adaman. “Now, that’s the basic game. The other cards are what make the game interesting. There are eight cards each of specific types, two of each colour – skip cards, which skip the next person’s turn when played – reverse cards, which reverse the turn order – draw cards, which force the next person to draw two cards from the pile without playing one.

          “Now, the draw cards can be stacked if several people have one they can play, but watch out – once the streak ends, the person at the end of the streak has to pick up as many cards as they’ve been stacked. So, if four people play a draw two card, the person at the end of that streak has to draw eight. So great for fucking over the next player, but really shitty if you end up on the receiving end. It’s a bit of a gamble.

          “And finally, there are eight black cards.” Rachel pulled out the two types and demonstrated them to him. One had four cards coloured in each individual colour illustrated on it, and the other had a slanted oval split into the four colours illustrated on it. “The draw four and the wild card. When either of them are played, you can change what colour you want the next person to play. The draw four forces the next person to draw four cards, but they can play a card that same turn.

          “Once you are down to one card, you have to announce it by saying ‘Unus.’ Otherwise, you have to draw two cards.” There were certainly a lot of rules to this game, but he supposed card games had a lot of moving parts, so they sort of had to. “If you don’t have a card you can play, you draw from the pile until you pick up a card you can play, and then play it. Once you play the last card in your hand, you win!”

          Adaman nodded, following along, but the wealth of instruction was a tad overwhelming. He figured it was one of those things that was easier to understand in play rather than being explained. “There’s certainly a lot to this. I have to assume the people of the future have more time to make games like this to pass time.”

          Soon enough, the familiar sound of the kettle whistling drew Rachel’s attention. Smirking, she pulled all the cards together and briefly shuffled them and put them all back in the deck. “How about a game over tea, then?”

          Smiling, Adaman nodded. He did come over specifically to spend time with Rachel, and he figured this would be worth trying. If she thought he would enjoy this card game, what was the harm in trying? He set aside the time for her and he intended to spend it accordingly. “Sounds like fun.”

          Getting up, Rachel quickly grabbed the kettle from off the hearth, setting it down on one of the coasters she’d made before grabbing a small pouch to put the tea components in for both of them and poured the hot water into their cups.

         Taking the cups to the cups to the table, she set one down on each side before taking the deck of Unus cards and divvying up seven each for them to play, setting the pile down to the side to leave room for the played cards. “To be completely honest, this game is more fun with at least three people, but it’s nice spending time with you, here.”

         Adaman smiled warmly, blowing over his cup of tea before taking a hesitant sip. It needed to steep a little more, but the hot water felt soothing nonetheless. “I agree. It’s why I came to see you.” He replied easily, setting the cup back down on the coaster. “So, who gets to go first?”

         “Eh, it depends. Most people tend to go by who’s the oldest or youngest, but some people just do it at random.” She replied with a simple shrug, taking a sip of her own tea.

         Chuckling, reaching down to scratch at Emberheart’s head again, he nodded. “How about you go first, then? Since I am a guest in your workshop, after all.”

         Smiling back, Rachel placed the first card down on the empty space on the table in front of them. A red seven.