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Part 4 of the actor AU WOOOOOOO!!! I hope you like it

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Chapter 4: The gift of friends

The days blurred together rather quickly as a new routine was established. Willow would be dropped off at the studio by Jessica, the kid would interact with the cast, she’d watch them record, and then Wally would take her somewhere. Sometimes they’d go with someone else, like going with Howdy to help him get some groceries, or going with Frank to the library, or going with Sally to the theater. Willow’s mood definitely improved as she interacted with everyone. She wasn’t as shy anymore, she was happier, and thanks to Wally making sure she ate something every day, she looked healthier too. She loved this new life. Some of the stage hands loved this kid too for how endearing she was. She actually gave her own personal opinions on scenes when they were shooting, even showing the cast how something might be funnier or more coordinated. Her favorite pastime with the cast was helping them with their lines. She especially helped Wally give Poppy some extra attention by stepping in for him when he was busy shooting a scene. Life was nice…until a month after the first visit.

Willow was a wee bit depressed today, which immediately seemed to change the atmosphere of the work environment. She was jittery and flinched if anyone, including Wally, tried to touch her. She kept up a chipper attitude when her new friends needed it, but other than that, she was tired and she was sad. By lunchtime, she’d locked herself in one of the storage closets used for props while the rest of the cast ate at the canteen.

“…Okay, enough is enough” Sally spoke up, an agitated tone in her voice “We need to figure out what’s going on with Willow”

“I agree” Julie piped up “Willow’s all down in the dumps and we have to fix it!”

“Might be harder than you guys think” Wally stated, making everyone look at him “When she gets down like this, sometimes it’s hard to make her smile”

“There’s gotta be something to turn that frown upside down” Barnaby said as he started thinking

They all began brainstorming. Some fresh treats? No, she might not eat them. A fun game? She might not play. Read her a story? She may fall asleep or end up hating the book. A joke? She might not laugh. A funny skit? Same problem as the joke. A sweet note? She might get upset and rip it up. A new toy? She might reject it.

Wally sighed and got up, the others not noticing since they were chatting. He went to the closet Willow was hiding in and sat down with his back leaning on the door. He could hear her crying in there. It broke his heart to hear that little puppet crying. Even still, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, leaning on the door as a gentle song came from his lips, a song his late mother would sing to him if he was ever sad or scared or if he had a hard time sleeping.

“Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me

Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee

Sounds of the rude world heard in the day

Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song

List while I woo thee with soft melody

Gone are the cares of life's busy throng

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me”

By the time he was done, his eyes opening slowly as a few tears trickled down his felt, yellow cheeks, Willow’s crying had ceased. He heard a loud click from the door before getting up and going into the prop closet. The light was on, which was good. Willow was sitting with her back against the far wall, face buried into her knees as they curled up close to her, arms keeping them from slipping. Her hair was messy, her body was shaking. She was a mess. Wally sighed and went to sit down next to her. He didn’t say anything, but he did look at her sadly. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Willow finally spoke.

“…Daddy said you were using me” She spoke in a broken voice “H-He said you wanted me to help you and your friends do better in your show…H-H-He said when…when you were done with m-me…You’d throw me o-o-o-out!” Her shoulders heaved and she started crying again

“What? No!” Wally pulled her into a gentle hug. He didn’t grip her shoulder so as not to scare her too much, and although she froze, she didn’t fight to run away “No, we’d never do that to you. Never in a million years. You’re precious and sweet and important to us not because of our careers, but because we want to see you happy too. I see it in the eyes of my friends every time they see you. You make them smile, so they want to help you smile”

Willow turned slightly and buried her face into Wally’s sweater, sobbing into his chest as he hugged her a bit tighter. He gently rubbed circles into her back to help soothe her, which did seem to make her feel a bit better as she calmed down rather quickly…because she fell asleep in Wally’s arms. All that crying for, quite possibly, hours on end, left her rather exhausted. Wally sighed, smiling as he picked her up and left the closet with her, heading to his dressing room. There was a couch in the room that he laid Willow down on. She curled up into the orange dyed leather as Wally used a long cardigan as a blanket for her. When he was satisfied and knew she was safe, he left the room and locked the door to make sure nobody would disturb her. He went and met up with his friends on stage six.

“Wally!” Barnaby called him over “We have a plan to help Willow!”

“No need” Wally smiled as the others gathered around him “I know what happened”

Wally relayed what Willow had said to him. To say the rest of the cast was alarmed or upset would be an understatement. Frank, Julie, and Sally were boiling with rage, Barnaby was downright horrified, and both Howdy and Poppy needed to be stopped from going and trying to wake Willow up. They had each planned to get her a present that would hopefully cheer her up, but they all decided to put it all into one manageable lump present. After shooting was done for the day, they all created the present and left it in the dressing room, watching from the slightly ajar door as Willow woke up, saw a piece of paper, and opened it. Her eyes watered at what she read, many types of handwriting present and each one telling who wrote what:

‘Dear, Willow,

We all hope you had a nice nap. You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake you, so I let you sleep in my dressing room. I told the others what you told me and to cheer you up, we all decided to write a letter. The following are the messages from the cast:

Sweetheart, you’re the sweetest little treat that helps brighten my day. The flour that holds together our friendship cake. You make my day that much sweeter.

Pup, you’re a really funny gal. Your jokes never fail to make me laugh, and when you laugh at mine, I can’t help but laugh with you. You really tickle my funny bone.

Starlight, you’re truly the best person I know. If it were up to me, as a thanks for all the help you give us, I’d give you a leading role in the show, like Wally’s top co-star.

Little one, you are incredibly intelligent. When I spout out my facts, you listen, and if I’m ever wrong, you correct me. I can respect your intelligence at such a young age. It’s one of the things that makes you so endearing.

You’ve got such big dreams, kiddo. I know they are there, and I know you haven’t shared them yet, but like a letter with a stamp, I know your dreams will find you.

Little butterfly, you’re like a teddy bear. You’re so resilient, but when you tear, you need fixing. Luckily, if you want, a guy with four arms can stitch you up easily.

Rosebud, you bloom so brightly every day. On the days you wilt, I’m willing to give you extra care to make you happy again.

Willow, I know you’re scared of being left behind, but I promise that we’re not going anywhere. Anything you need, just tell us and we’ll all do our best to provide. We all love you’

The entire cast signed the letter. Willow was crying again, though the crew could clearly see the smile on her face as she pulled the letter close to her chest. They had never seen her this happy before. Wally went in, immediately catching Willow’s attention. The little puppet ran to Wally, hugging him tightly. He sat her on the floor as he hugged her back. One by one, the cast joined in the hug, making Willow smile more and more as she started crying again. She had never been this happy before…

…and she didn’t want the feeling to end

#Welcome Home #OC #Wally Darling #Poppy #Sally #Julie #Frank #Howdy #Barnaby #TW: Mentions of abandonment

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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 years

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So. Much. Fun!

Part 55 of Link's Thought Brambles

Why are we going this way?

I mean, I can guess why we’re going this way considering she asked if I was hungry.

But it’s not what I expected.

Last time I was in the mess, I was a nervous wreck. I couldn’t even look into the room! Eyes on the wall or Zelda’s hair the whole time. And it’s not like I’ve magically made up with all these people. Realistically, I wasn’t friends with them anyway.

…That’s… not true, is it? Greggan’s my friend. Or… something? He tries to help me. A lot. And not just with the usual training stuff. He’s tried to help me with things I get stuck on in my head.

Jeralt tries to help, too.

You know what? I think Turro might be my friend. Maybe.

Plynne? Leeza?

Myrri. Myrri is definitely my friend.

That’s… still not a lot.

We’re almost there. I…

“Link? Oh…”

I know. I know- “I know I should be able to get over this…”

“Is your apprehension still as it was… after the melee?”

Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.

Her hand. An offering.

“I’m with you.”

It’s amazing. After our exhaustingly incredible morning… I shouldn’t be this thrilled to feel her fingers slide against my palm. Outlining all my little lines and callouses. Not like hers… so smooth. It won’t be, soon. Not once she starts a training regimen.

“Please come with me, Link?”

“Oh, I will… I just…” …in through the nose… “Phooooo.”

Crinkly-eyed Princess. Guess my deep-breathing’s cute.

“Better?”

“Tiny bit.” Okay. Last fifty feet, if that is in fact where she’s going… and it is, isn’t it? It seems really really loud, even for the mess. What's making the clinking sound?

WOW!

“WOOOOOOO!”

“HE’S HERE!” “HEAR, HEAR!”

TOTAL UPROAR it’s packed, PACKED with PEOPLE!

What-

Horns?! They have horn players in here? That’s a new song, that’s new, that-

Wait, maybe I HAVE heard that somewhere before- “UPH!”

“LINK!”

“…Chee!” SISTER HUG SISTER HUG SISTER HUG “Chee, are you alright?”

“ME?! You’re backwards, Link! I’m not the one who had an arrow in their lung!”

“Yeah, but I wasn't blaming myself for it.“

"I'll get over it a lot better than you would've. And I'll definitely be taking those lessons."

Wow. "Good. Good! We'll set you up."

“Sweetheart?”

Mom. Big hug. Not big enough, Link. Make it HUGE. “Mom. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through, I’m so-“

“Never mind what I went through. My son is alive. I’ll take that gladly and give thanks every single day for as long as I live.”

A kiss on my forehead. And… a little hesitation? And a funny smile? And OH this is your mom, Link, she knows she always KNOWS and she just glanced at Zelda and that smile got BIGGER and-

“My dear… you had a very nice morning, didn’t you?”

“Uh… well… y- yeah….”

Another kiss. “Good. You deserve all the happiness you can get.”

“You… won’t tell father, will you?”

“I will not—but promise me something.”

“Um. Okay.”

“Tell him yourself. Pick up a pen and write to him. Do it soon. He loves you, Link. I guarantee he’s wondering what’s happening with you, especially if news of the sword has reached him. He’ll likely hear of the melee soon if he hasn’t already, and then he’ll hear of the festival. He’ll be beside himself.”

“He… he really doesn’t like me to brag.”

“Telling the truth is not bragging. There’s a difference between saying, ‘I can defeat every knight in this castle,’ and ‘I defeated eighty knights in this castle at once.’ One of them is a boast. The other is what happened. Tell him, Link. And tell him of the Princess. He… will be happy for you.”

Will he? Have I ever seen him be happy for me? I’ve seen him proud of what I could do…

“Well, I’m hardly the only person who wants to speak with you, Link. I’ll move aside for now.”

“Mom, later let’s-“

“Tell me later. You’ve a line!”

I don’t think I can call that a line. It’s a very loud, very boisterous, and possibly somewhat inebriated throng. The sound is so much at least it’s unlikely people’ll hear all my conversations.

Mipha inching toward me. She- it’s still hard to read her face. But her hands are at her sides, not wringing at her stomach.

“I’m so glad you’re well, Link. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“There’s no reason for you to be sorry, Mipha. Thank you… thank you so much.” A warm hug for you. Across your shoulders.

“Oh- oh, Link.”

Her hands curled up over my shoulders. She’s… surprisingly not tense.

“I will always heal you. Please know that.”

“And I hope you know that’s not what this hug is for. You’re one of my favorite people in the entire world, you know that? It’s a short list. Zelda… Mom and Chee… Bazz, and you.”

“Oh, what of Rivan and Gaddison?”

“Yeah, they’re up there, too, but they’re not as fun as you are.”

“Oh- hehe, you’re joking.”

“Eh, only a little. Rivan gave me that wedgie when I was seven, and I never really got over it.”

“That was an accident!”

“It still makes me want to cross my legs when I’m near a waterfall.”

“And what of poor Gaddison?”

“She’s fun, but she’s a lot younger than us-“

“OH!”

“Wh-what?”

“You’ve entirely forgotten Kodah!”

“Ohhh, no I haven’t. There’s a STORY, there.”

“Oh? What story?”

“Kid!”

SHOULDER-clap!

“You have some Goddess-damned constitution to live through something like that. Both lungs? You should’ve been dead in under an hour.”

Guess I’ll have to tell the Kodah story later. “Hi, Greggan.” Oh- his arm- avoid the sling, Link-

“Ha! …Sorry I didn’t see that bastard for what he was earlier.”

?? His chin’s working. That’s a swallow. No, no, he doesn't think it's his fault, does he? “None of us did. I mean… we all knew he WAS a bastard, but…”

“It hid him. No more of that s@#$. Jeralt and I had a talk. We sent Blagmeer packing. Told him he could head to a remote outpost, or he could be discharged. He chose discharge… fine with me. That f%#$er can go be a mercenary if he wants to draw the blood of his own kind.”

Wow…

“We’re having that other bastard’s bow mounted, blood and all. It’s for your wall, Princess, if you want it. If not, we’ll hang it in here as a warning along with the other blasted thing.”

“This hall is the correct place, Sir Greggan. A warning and a reminder… not a trophy.”

“As you say, Princess.”

The bow. “Was there anything odd about the bow?”

“Damn right there was. How’d you know?”

“My sword told me.”

“Ha. Well, don’t ask me to explain it, but it wasn’t the bow he had in his hands at the tournament. Don’t know how he squirreled away something that big. Designed to make firing two arrows easy. Double-curved and spikes for close combat. I’m told it hails from the desert.”

“…The Yiga clan?”

“Seems like.”

“Not just SEEMS like. Those weapons are definitely Yiga make… glad you’re alright, Linky.”

“Thanks, Purah.”

“Heeeeee LI-I-I-IVES- OH YEAH!”

Aaaaand that would be Robbie.

“Do you HAVE to try and steal the stage everywhere we go? This is DEFINITELY Linky’s moment, not yours.”

“Oh YEAAAAAAH! HORNS!”

And there they go again. Surprised they listened to him, actually-

Oh, they didn’t. There’s Zuho. His hand’s up.

And he’s reaching a hand toward me.

He… wants to shake my hand?

So serious. His mouth a completely flat line. His eyes, though. Full of something I can’t quite name.

Handshake… okay-

“I owe you a debt that cannot be repaid, Sir Link.”

Y-you-?

“For saving her.”

Oh.

Of course.

Firm up that handshake, Link.

“You don’t owe me anything, Zuho. I-“

“I do. All I have to give is my music… and I will give it. Count on that.”

I don’t know what to say to that…

And he’s back into the crowd.

“Sir Link-“ “Let the man breathe, maybe-“ “He’s gotta be-“ “Awkward-“

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN – KNIGHTS – SOLDIERS – COOKS – MAIDS – STABLEHANDS – FRIENDS – ALL!”

The king. He’s up on a tabletop.

“TODAY IS A DAY TO CELEBRATE. SIR LINK – THE HERO OF HYRULE – LIVES!”

UP. ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zelda’s hand slipping into mine. A shoulder-squeeze from Greggan. He’s smiling at me.

“IF THERE WAS EVER A SIGN… THAT HE WAS MADE TO FIGHT THE CALAMITY ITSELF… IT IS HIS SURVIVAL AGAINST SUCH OVERWHELMING ODDS!”

So loud! Ears ringing!

“HIS WILLINGNESS TO STRIKE AT HIS ENEMY… EVEN AT DEATH’S DOOR!”

LOUDer!

“AND IF THERE WAS EVER A SIGN… THAT MY DAUGHTER WAS MEANT TO FIGHT AT HIS SIDE… IT IS HER DEADLY PRECISION… THAT STRUCK HER ATTACKER DOWN!”

WOW.

“HER EXTRAORDINARY STRENGTH… THAT HELD THE BLADE AT SIR LINK’S THROAT BACK… AND HER TRULY OUTSTANDING INTELLIGENCE… WHICH PRESERVED HIS LIFE!”

He’s… a good politician. These people were already excited but now they’re RILED-

“RAISE YOUR TANKARDS! AH- SOMEONE GET OUR GUESTS OF HONOR A DRINK!”

A rumbling crowd-laugh and- wow- beer for each of us. At what, ten o’clock in the morning? Maybe eleven? I didn’t even think to ask, but these people started REALLY early.

“MUCH BETTER. EVERYONE… RAISE YOUR TANKARDS! TO LINK, THE HERO OF HYRULE, AND TO PRINCESS ZELDA!”

I’ve never been much on beer, but I’ll drink to that.

And apparently, so will she. With a smile over her tankard that’ll plague me until next time we’re alone.

Oh, we're getting herded. Guess we’re sitting over there where the king’s stomping back down.

My Goddess, Jeralt! “Your eye!”

“A small price to pay for your life, Link.”

I almost hadn’t realized—all those clanging sounds right after the arrow struck. That was at least partly Jeralt. I remember blood spraying. My Goddess, I don’t think he even screamed. I would have…

No wonder he was out of the fight for a bit. That’s when… that’s when Zelda held Vayden back.

I have questions about that. Many questions. How was he that strong? Unnaturally fast, too, like me. How did he disappear and reappear above us?

I have no experience with this Yiga clan, master. The Sheikah, however, have long been wielders of magic. It’s not unreasonable to surmise the Yiga have retained the magic while forsaking its original purpose.

So, it’s not just the ability to hide weapons, then. They can strengthen themselves. Make themselves faster?

And apparently teleport, master.

Tell a… port?

T-e-l-e-p-o-r-t. Teleport. Verb. To travel from one location to another without physically passing through the space between. Or at least, not in one’s physical form.

“Link? Are you alright?”

“Sorry, Jeralt. I was talking to the sword- to Fi.”

Your usage of my proper name is appreciated, master.

“Fi?”

“It’s her name. Her name is Fi.”

Everyone who heard that has fish-face. Um.

“SHE?” “It has a name?!” “It’s actually TALKING?!” “What’s it sound like?!” “It’s a woman?!”

“Woah- uh. Yeah, she says she’s a she, so… I guess so. She… sounds like a she, too. Sort of. I don’t really hear her, exactly? It’s… It’s in my head. And yeah, she told me her name is Fi. Gets irritated with me if I don’t use it.”

“She gets irritated?!”

“Heh. Yeah. Hi, Turro.”

“Hi. Wow.”

Can’t tell where his arrow hit him. Not a limb. Nothing bandaged there.

Master?

“Yeah, Fi?” Heh. You show-off. You figured they’d gasp if you talked to her out-loud. Pretty fun, though…

My name is distinct from the name of the sword I inhabit. I’ve noticed you refer to it as the Sword that Seals the Darkness, which is an accurate name. There is, however, an older name, and yet another that is even older still. You appear to be unaware of both.

“Really?”

Yes. The sword you wield has been known as the Master Sword.

“The Master Sword?”

Yes. It refers in part to its function and in part to you, master.

“Uh… okay. I don’t get it.”

You are my master. This is my master’s sword.

Oh… yeah, okay, duh-

This sword is also a master key. It locks… and unlocks… many doors.

“Alright. So, it’s the Master Sword. What about the other name you mentioned?”

Before you wielded it, this sword belonged to the Goddess Hylia herself. In those times, it was known as the Goddess Sword.

“I guess that makes sense.”

“…You wanna summarize that for us, Link? We, ahha… can’t hear her.”

“Sorry, Turro. She said the sword itself is called the Master Sword, but it used to be called the Goddess Sword when Hylia used to wield it.”

“HYLIA?!” “Holy S@#$, Link!” “Are you serious?”

“That’s what she said.”

“Well, Sir Link.”

“Yes, sire?”

“Hmph. First of all… I am glad to see you so well.”

“Thank you, sire.”

“However, I cannot help but wonder why you’ve never mentioned this Fi before.”

“I couldn’t hear her before.”

“Indeed? When did this begin?”

“…When I got shot.”

“…Huh.”

“I don’t really understand it either, sire. Fi said I wasn’t aligned. Or… wait, no that’s not quite it. She said I had never been more out of alignment than I was before that.”

“Out of alignment.”

“Yes, sire.”

“Gentlemen?”

“Princess?” “Yes, Princess-“

“And father, if you’ll pardon me-“

“Of course.”

“I feel I must remind you that Sir Link is quite likely ravenous. Lady Mipha was quite clear regarding her magic’s effect on appetite.”

“Ah, yes. Come, lad. This seat’s yours.”

Never thought I’d be sitting on one of these benches next to Zelda. …Here I am. Greggan on my other side. That feels right. And the king across from us. Jeralt and Turro. Cahz and Eberoy must be on king-flanking duty, but-

“Sir Link.”

Don’t gulp. “Sir Merendith.”

“…Sorry about your neck.”

“My neck?”

“At the melee. I overdid it. I’m apologizing.”

“Oh. Thanks. It’s- alright.”

“I don’t like to lose.”

“Me either.”

“Hph. Is that why you sat on my head?”

“Well… no. That wasn’t about me.” Can’t help finding Zelda’s eyes. Can’t help the smile once I see them. She’s right. This awkward-feeling, lopsided, left-corner -only smile is just for her.

She has a tiny, nearly-invisible secret smile for me, too. Barely perceptible. A slight lift on both sides and minute softening around her eyes. Sometimes... I think I see her more clearly than anyone else.

“…For a lot of us, it WAS about you, Sir Link. I’m just glad I was there to make up for it when those bastards attacked. Wish my sword had found Vayden’s head sooner.”

“We all, I think, wish many things, Sir Merendith—but we can’t change the past. All we can do is make the future the best one we can.”

“Yes, sire.”

And everyone’s raising their tankards to that. The king… I have a lot to learn from him. He’s good with words.

Wait, aren’t I supposed to be good with words?

He’s… better at knowing how his words matter than I am.

“Eggs?”

“Oh- sure—thank you, Princess.” OhhhOHH that’s a lot of eggs-

“Hmm. Don’t give me that look. You and I both know you could eat this entire platter.”

True, but there’d be none for anyone else!

“Ha! Let us take that as the signal to dig in.”

‘Yes, sire!” “Hear, hear, sire!” “Thank-you, sire.” “Indeed, father.”

Wow, a few forkfuls in and my stomach is trying to jump up my throat for more- oooh, Zelda has the toast plate sooooo much butter on those yum yum- oh? She’s… putting her eggs on a slice… and then putting another slice on top… now she’s putting MORE eggs on that and another slice on the top and she’s picking it up…

And flashing her eyebrows at me over it.

And THAT is her amused half-smile. Just like the last time we had breakfast down here.

Alright, Princess. Two can play at that game.

I’m not sure what game it is, but I’m playing anyway!

Toast on plate, check. Eggs on first slice, check. Second slice on those, check. More eggs on that, check. Third slice on top, check.

MORE EGGS on slice three! CHECK!

OoOOoh look at your scandalized-Princess-face!

“Sir Link. Is that a challenge?”

Oh CRAP, Link! The appropriate response to that is, ‘It’s a promise.’ That’s what we’ve been saying. Right? S@#$, s@#$, s@#$, it doesn’t FIT here! AHHH! What am I going to do? I mean, it’s stupid to imply, ‘I promise I can eat more eggs than you’ or ‘I promise I can fit a lot in my mouth’ because frankly if one of us were to be the one to imply that and it to have some kind of sexy meaning it would have to be her, and for the love of Hylia don’t think the word sexy while the king is sitting across from you, he’ll know he’ll know he’ll know and I am once more taking MUCH too long to answer and I have spooked-face don’t I?

“Hmm.”

Awwww. I took too long.

“Are you attempting to work out how the answer to my question could possibly be ‘It’s a promise?’”

Oh, THANK YOU for your smart-remembering-brains! “Yeah.”

Her smile just… got way softer. It's the chin-tilting thing.

“And I didn’t even need the slate.”

Oh. Oh- “No. You didn’t.”

“…Well. Do you intend to complete your impressive sandwich, sir?”

“I do.”

“Let’s see it, then.”

…Okay. One last slice of toast on top.

Phew. It’s tall, but I can still get my hands around it.

“… Can you successfully encompass all four slices at once?”

Ha. This is NOTHING. You’re looking at the guy who downs whole kabobs in a single bite! And I don’t even stab the back of my throat with the skewer! Here I go.

“O-oh.”

Yeah. I don’t really know how it works, either.

“How did you do that?!”

Wow. She’s legitimately surprised. It’s not like she’s never seen me eat. “Um. I like food?”

“…Well… I suppose starting on a corner as you did would maximize the amount of volume you could take in before the width of your mouth would prevent further insertion.”

…I don’t know why, but that sounded REALLY dirty.

It wasn’t.

But…

Don’t look at anyone else, Link. The INSTANT you make eye-contact with said someone, regardless of who, they know that you know and you have in fact confirmed its nebulous inappropriateness by doing so.

Clinical, that’s the word. It was very clinical.

‘Insertion.’ Um-

“Of course, the additional compression of the sandwich to force as much in as quickly as possible also contributed.”

If I agree with her will it seem like forcing as much in as possible is in fact not at all suggestive? “…Of course!”

“The corner-angle increased that technique’s effectiveness. It limited the amount lost against the outside of your mouth.”

She… she’s still talking about the sandwich, right?

Of course, she is. There’s no corner angle with… well, with any of my parts. Or hers.

Stop reading so much into things, Link!

And stop watching her as she lifts her own sandwich to her mouth and mimics my eating-style. And holy f@#$ if she did that to my parts I might just die right then and there and OH!

OH!

OH S#$%, LINK!!!

Is THIS why people freak out when I eat?!?!?!?!! Because THIS IS HOW I EAT!!!!! And apparently, I also gaze lovingly at my food, so much so that it can easily be misinterpreted as 100% full-force totally unguarded lust!!!!

DO PEOPLE THINK I’M FLIRTING WITH THEM WHEN I EAT?!?!?!??!??!??!?!?!??!

No. NOOOO. No. NO. NO! I LIKE eating. And I LIKE to eat fast. And I LIKE to eat a lot of food at once. I don’t want to have to live as some kind of food-hermit, unable to eat the way I like unless I hide myself in a closet somewhere with a platter full of- of- forbiddenly-large portions to stuff in my face with increasingly-large helpings of shame! I do NOT want to feel shame when I eat! I-

“Kid?”

“Yes?!”

“Eat your Goddess-damned sandwich.”

“Yes.”

Greggan’s right. He’s right. Just eat. It’s weirder to stare at the Princess than it is for me to put bread and eggs in my mouth. Really weird. How long was I watching her chew?

I have to figure this out, though. I have to. Maybe I can…

Maybe I can…

Oh.

Huh.

This celebration. It’s for me, isn’t it?

Because they’re glad I’m not dead.

It’s for Zelda, too. But she wasn’t the one with the arrow in her.

They… are glad I’m here.

I could ask.

I could just ask.

Just like I started talking to Zelda. I could start talking to them, too.

I outrank them. Will that make it weird?

Link… it’s already weird. What does it matter, really?

Okay, I’m going to do this.

I’m going to ask.

I really really am. “Um…”

Aaaaand they’re all looking at me.

My voice was higher than normal, wasn’t it?

Well, too bad. Too late now. I have to say something.

“Why… why….”

Ohhhh, look at all their faces turned this way. Some chewing. Some not. All watching me.

“I just… was wondering… why…” and the chewing is slowing now, get it out, get it out, Link! “Why people give me funny looks when I eat.”

“HA!” “It ain’t natural!” “Have you SEEN yourself?” “It’s like a Goddess-damned freak-show!”

Ohhh wow, I hear it they’re passing the question down the whole length of the table, it’ll be circling the whole room-

“BECAUSE IT’S HOT!”

Oh my Gooooooooooodess… THAT was a guy… crap in a hand-basket do I look and see if it’s that guy who was eyeing me a lot in the barracks?

Zelda’s chuckling.

And there are her lips at my ear. Not in a sexy way. In an I-need-to-whisper-seriously way.

“He’s right.”

Ohhhh. I’m so doomed, aren’t I? Can I get a look at the king’s face- okay, at least he’s smiling. No lockup-with-stalnox-bones likely in near future. Maybe if he found out what I did to his daughter this morning-

No. No, she said he gave permission. Though I doubt he had so many varieties of insertion in mind.

Oh. There’s that word again.

“BECAUSE HOW CAN SOMEONE SO SMALL TAKE IN THINGS SO BIG?”

Uuuugh. I’ve made a mistake. A terrible-

“BECAUSE THERE’S NO WAY YOU CAN FIT IT ALL IN THAT TINY BODY, WHERE DOES IT ALL GO?”

Oh Goddess, it’s picking up speed-

“BECAUSE YOU EAT MORE THAN CRINNO!”

“BECAUSE YOU EAT SO FAST-“ “IT’S JUST NOT POSSIBLE!”

“THE RATE’S INSANE!”

“TO MAKE YOU SAVE SOME FOR THE REST OF US!”

Aaaaand now they’re all laughing at that one…

Well, at least none of them said-

“BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE PROPASITIONING SOMEONE!”

Oh NO!

“YEAH!” “AMIRIGHT?!” “BIGGEST ONE OF ALL, THAT ONE!” “HOLY F@#$ YEAH!” “DON’T LOOK LINK IN THE EYE WHEN HE EATS, LADIES!”

OhmyGoddessohmyGoddessohmyGoddessit’smyownfaultreallymyowni’mjuststupidandturningsoREHHHHHHHHHHHHHHD-

“My extraordinary knight.”

“Y-yes, Princess?”

“…They’re absolutely right about that.”

“Uuuuuugh.” I hear the king laughing, guess it’s good he has a sense of humor, better that than not, but it’s still agonizing. I could easily see a sterner king sticking ‘because it’s hot’ guy in lockup for a few days.

“However, I feel compelled to point out that while the act of taking food in does have a somewhat risqué appearance, while chewing you instead reflect a rather fortunate squirrel whose cheeks are plump with many nuts.”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“AH HAHAHAHAHA!!!” “PFFFFFFFFF-“ “Holy sweet Hyla-“ “Haha MANY nuts!” “SO MANY NUTS!”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Oh dear. What have I said?”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“What- OH!”

OOOOOOOOOOOO

“OH goodness!”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Link, I apologize sincerely!”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“I had entirely forgotten our discussion of nuts!”

OOOOOOOO- OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“HA! You’ve discussed this, have you?”

NO!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Yes, father.”

AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Link informed me that nuts was another word for- ah. Well…”

Oh S@#$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO NO DON’T TELL THE KING!!!

“Ah- yes, daughter, I am, in fact, familiar with the term.”

Of course he is of course he is why wouldn’t he be-

“I must admit my curiosity at how it came up.”

No, please, please don’t be curious-

“I believe I had reminded Link not to forget his nuts.”

You know what, I’m dead, Mipha didn’t heal me, this is my punishment-

“AHHH HAHAHAHA-“ “Oh, Link, you are SCREWED.” “Haha, Can’t forget THOSE!”

I’m not sure what for, but-

“And he found my statement extremely amusing.”

I’m sure there’s something.

“I was unaware of the context and requested explanation.”

Help.

“I see. And Sir Link. You explained its meaning?”

“Yes, sire.” Why did that sound funny? Oh, because my face is in my hands, that’s why.

“Ahhh. I’m surprised at you, Zelda. Your memory is usually impeccable.”

“Indeed. The squirrel analogy was quite natural and not at all meant to sustain your discomfort, Link. I am sorry.”

“I know, Princess. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hah. Please, Sir Link—remove your hands and continue eating. The table—and the room—are teasing you rather mercilessly, but I hope It is clear that this time, it is friendly teasing.”

…It is, isn’t it?

No threats of melees here.

“Ah ha. Good. Eat.”

Right. Right.

This is a record, I think. Longest time I’ve ever taken to finish a sandwich.

Ohhh, no, wait. That’s not true. There’s an unbeatably long one. Because it’s the one and only sandwich I’ll never finish. That time when I was nine and we caught that stomach bug. I took one bite of that tomato and cheese sandwich and barfed.

The only sandwich I’ve never finished.

No new record. There never can be!

“You so easily become lost to thought.”

“Sorry, Princess.”

“Don’t be sorry, Link. I love that about you. Just as I love everything else.”

It’s that shy smile with the tilted chin, and her lips moving a little like she’s not quite sure if she wants to say something else. The table around us went real quiet, though people are still chewing.

Be brave, Link. You know they know. With the ceremony and the ball… and she was going to drag you into the gazebo in full view of LOTS of guards after the festival. Hold your hand open on the tabletop. See if she’ll-

She did.

And suddenly, that smile doesn't seem so shy anymore.

“I hope all you muck-spouts who joined the melee are paying attention.”

“Yeah, Greggan. I apologize again, Sir Link. And to you, Princess.”

“Merendith wasn’t the only one.”

Woah. Greggan’s pointedly leaning back to glare at Cahz and Eberoy.

“Sir Link already has my apologies. And my loyalty.”

“Alright, Eberoy… Cahz?”

“…I apologize for being a muck-spout, sir.”

“A what, Cahz?”

“Ahem. I AM A RUDDY MUCK-SPOUT, SIR! I apologize.”

“Damn straight.”

“Jeralt?”

“Yes, Merendith?”

“What do you mean, yes? You were there, too.”

“Ha—doesn’t count. He was babysitting the rest of you.”

“What?!”

“You didn’t know?”

“…No way. I call bulls@#$. You didn’t stop Garai.”

“I should’ve. Slow to get up, slow to act. One more… one more hit and I would’ve. But if I had, there’d have been consequences. Link had to at least make it to me on his own or it wouldn’t be a clear enough victory, right? Rules of championship. I do have to admit, though, I didn’t think you’d do it, Link. Thought you might get yourself killed trying.”

Yeah. I almost did.

“S@$%, Jeralt. Why didn’t you tell us not to do it?”

“…You mean like how I told you not to trail Link in the hallway and on the grounds?”

“…W-“

“You didn’t listen then. Why would you have listened in the yard?”

“…S#$@.”

“Why… wouldn’t you have listened to Jeralt?”

“Heh. Because, kid… they were too busy listening to your father. Right?”

…That’s… a lot of grimacy-looks being exchanged there.

“…He did say to watch him.”

“To look after him, Cahz, not treat him like a spy.”

Jeralt’s right, but still...

“Ehhh. Let’s be clear on this. We’re talking about Link’s father, here, and he’s being awfully quiet. Should tell you a few things, shouldn’t it?”

…Greggan notices an awful lot.

“Kid, your father never meant for these idiots to kick your ass in a melee over some rumor-mongering. I don’t think he wanted them tailing you, either. The issue is, with Sir Lyle, it can be Goddess-damned difficult to tell what he means.”

Yeah. Yeah, that’s true.

“He’s great with all things soldier. Terrible with all things people. It’s as simple as that. YOU all should know better. Get some bloody clarification from him when things don’t make sense. And listen to Jeralt. He has more sense than the rest of you. Ah- if you agree, sire.”

“If I didn’t agree, Sir Greggan, I’d have interrupted you.”

“…Is no one going to mention the other thing?”

Uh oh. I can guess what Turro means, but the king’s here. Does he-

“Ahh. Let’s leave that one to lie, shall we, Sir Turro? Sir Lyle was clearly in error.”

“…Yes, sire. It’s just- I thought it was odd that he even said anything.”

“Hphhhh. Sir Lyle… is a creature of order. Of the straight and narrow. If something doesn’t fit, he tries to pretend it isn’t there. If he can’t ignore it… he tries to change its shape. Do I have it about right, Sir Link?”

“…Yeah. At least, I think so, sire.”

“Let’s discuss it later. You, too, Zelda. Let’s consider that travel itinerary of yours.”

“Yes, father.”

Travel itinerary.

It seems like years ago when she started making that. But… we will finally be going, right? The festival’s over. We’re both well. The Divine Beasts and the Springs still wait, along with who knows how many shrines and other things the Sheikah are digging up.

The Springs. Are we still going?

…I bet we are, if only to give thanks. Not that I think it would matter to the Goddess where you are when you do that, but it might matter to the people of Hyrule.

And here you go, Link. Thinking like the king and the Princess. About what will make people feel secure, not what will actually secure them.

It’s not… entirely without merit, though. I thought them seeing her power for themselves was important, too. And now that she has that, the visibility part finally makes more sense to me.

My plate’s clear, which is kind of amazing considering Zelda’s been shoving things onto it this whole time, most recently an obscenely large pile of bacon.

“I thought I ought to give you a chance to come up for air.”

“Heh. Thanks, Princess.”

“…Are you still hungry?”

“I feel like I could eat two or three more platefuls.”

“Gracious. I’d better-“

“Are you still hungry, too?”

“Indeed, I am. Far more than usual.”

“Then let me. You… stopped eating way before this. Anything you DON’T want me to put on your plate?”

“Hmhm. Not a single thing, Sir Knight.”

“Good. Everything it is, then.”

They’re all watching me load up her plate. Probably wondering if she can eat it.

I just have a suspicion…

I don’t know, of course…

But I bet she can eat like I can if she feels like it. We need lots of energy, don’t we? Lots. And sometime soon, she’ll be lifting a LOT of rocks.

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“Hphhhhmm.”

“Zelda… you know, you’re allowed to lean on my shoulder, for once.”

“Allowed, certainly. But you, my knight, have had a far more difficult two weeks than I have.”

Her knight. That’s taken on far more meaning than it had before.

My arm around her waist and my head resting on her, tucked against her neck, her hair tickling my face in the breeze, arcing like the Sun as it traces its inevitable path across the afternoon sky. It’s getting lower each day. Winter approaching.

Pulling tighter against her. Warmer for both of us that way. “Glad we finally made it to the gazebo. It’s nice here when it’s just us.”

“It is a pleasant spot.”

“And visible.”

“Yes. Perfectly visible.”

“Zelda?”

“Yes, my love?”

Neck-and-shoulder-nuzzle. Can’t help it. Not used to her saying that. Not sure I ever will be. “I would like to not be visible sometime later today—with you.”

“Hehe-hh. I think that can be arranged. But for now… visibility is an important component of the plan.”

“Hphhhh. I know. I hope I can control myself.”

“Don’t control yourself too much. We ought, after all, to make our feelings clear in public.”

Her face toward mine. Lowering. Brushing my nose with hers… and now my lips. Her mouth open so slightly- her lips feathering over mine, bottom to top.

She… she’s going to dig into my fantasies again and again, isn’t she? I remember that…

And so does the rest of me because I’m breathing so fast at the imagined feel of her astride and surrounding me while she brought us both to the apex, and now I can feel it more keenly- I know how her muscles move, how they spasm and pulse, and Hylia help me, I want it even more than I did then.

“I believe, Sir Knight-“

Shiver

“I have been somewhat remiss in my communication with you.”

Um. Okay, I wasn’t expecting-

“For many words occur to me which I do not utter.”

Oh?

“Would you like to know my thoughts as I touched my lips to yours just now?”

Oh- “oh, yes.”

“Hmm. As my upper lip met your lower… I thought, how astonishing that these lips are, in effect, mine to do with as I please. I may caress them with mine in order to feel your entire body shudder with want… I may press to them chastely to feel you breathe a soft puff of air against me, wanting more but accepting my restraint… I may open them with little more than an outward flutter and delve into you, and you would not only allow but welcome it, and would, in fact, let me cradle your neck against my arm as I claimed the depths of your mouth for all to see.”

“You can kiss me and hold me any way you want.”

“I know. I know you would permit anything. It gives me enormous power over you, Link.”

“You’ve always had that.”

“Perhaps. Yet I feel I must warn myself not to take it for granted.”

“You won’t.”

“How can you be certain?”

“…I know at the core of my soul, Zelda—you never would. I’d allow you anything… and I know you’d never ask anything I wasn’t willing to give. That’s not you.”

“Link, please don’t say that. You and I both know I may- I may ask you to give your life in the battle to come.”

“And you and I both know I’d give it.” Chee crying in bed.

“…Link, I- hhh. What if it were my life?“

“…What?”

“What if I asked you to give my life, instead?”

Please don’t. Please don’t ask that.

“…Your countenance says that possibility disturbs you in the extreme—and I am unsurprised. For I saw those thoughts, Link… your fear that you might buckle should you hear me scream. …You mustn’t.”

“There’s a difference between hearing you scream, and you telling me to let you die.”

“Would you obey me should I give such an order? If it were necessary to defeat the Calamity?”

If it were necessary?

There’s something in the shadows between the green of her eyes. She’s unguarded. Not trying to hide it. It’s a sadness. A determination. And… a resignation.

There’s a truth here, Link. You feel it in a part of you so deep it might as well be someone else. You thought it already, didn’t you? When you were confused in bed. ‘You have to do what’s best, even if it kills us.’

She really does.

And so do I.

She thinks it makes her less good than I am, but really it makes her more so.

It’s like Mipha said. Her gift is not for her. It’s not there to spare her feelings so she can heal whoever she loves most or whoever will make her feel best. Zelda’s better at understanding that than I am. She sees a bigger picture than I do.

My father was right about that fox.

“I hope I would follow that order, Zelda. I pray that I’d have the strength.”

Here I go. I… won’t even try to hide it. Because it scares the ever-loving s@#$ out of me and if it happens, I won’t be able to cry on her then.

Her hand on my cheek, thumb brushing the tears away. Her lips trembling.

“I’m sorry, Link. I- truly, forgive me. Today was not the day to bring this up. Today, we’re celebrating life. Your life, particularly. I am so, so, indescribably grateful for your life.”

Me, too. “Phh. Hhhh. Kiss me?”

How can her smile wrap up so much love and longing and regret for something that may never even happen in an instant?

Her mouth, warm and inviting this time, not pressing, not even teasing, just open with gentle, loving caresses of her lips against mine. Maybe if I open more, she’ll understand I want her to go deeper-

And she does understand. One hand tightening on my shoulder and the other sliding into my hair, holding me to her while she attends to every sensitive spot she’s found in my mouth. Gripping her waist with one hand. Not sure what to do with the other, probably shouldn’t just hover around her with it-

Her neck. Caress upward, find her jaw, thumb symbols of devotion into her cheek. Nudge her toward me. Deeper, deeper, go as deep as you want, as deep as you can and it still won’t be enough to equal what I feel for you, it’s unreachable, but I never ever want you to stop reaching for it. And she really IS reaching for it with her tongue that far in yes yes more of that please please PLEASE yes deeper-

Oh no, please don’t- “HHhh- hhh- Zelda-“ oh Goddess, she stopped, why did she-

Oh right, we’re in public. “Uhhm. Do you… think anyone saw that?”

“Hmm. It’s certainly possible. But I believe we ought to maximize the statistical probability that multiple people will observe our activities.”

“…You mean we should kiss more.”

“Indeed, I do.”

“So why’d you stop?!”

“Two reasons. Firstly, with my face so close to yours I could not see your expression. And I do very much like to see that.”

And now that expression is an enormous grin. You’re lame, Link.

“And secondly, I’d rather hoped this time you might kiss me.”

Eyebrows up and together. As if there’s any chance I’ll say no!

Move that arm, Link. Get it out from under hers and use it to brace her shoulders instead.

Oooh, that’s like the day with all that wind. She told me to brace her like this. Correct-bracing-style, check!

Gotta wiggle. My butt’s gone numb on this bench.

“Hehehehe!”

Yeaaah, my wiggles are silly. Just you wait. Because…

Sliding my open hand across the lower half of her belly-

“H-hhh! Oh-“

Good, she’s distracted, eyes shut, my lips to her cheek, trailing to her ear, map it, the entire shell with nibble-kisses-

“Hhh-hh-hhh-hh-“

-her earlobe, nibble, nibble, bite-

“Link-“

-suck.

“MMmm- Link!”

Suck. Suck harder.

“Oh!”

Catch her quick, her mouth still open, envelope her, and lick her tongue

“Mmmmmm-hhh!”

Those will be the last sounds I hear in my head before I die. Zelda’s moans and gasps muffled and reverberating all the way down my throat. I’m so glad I’ve heard them. I’ll keep them with me.

That hand on her belly. Slide further. Dig the heel in.

“HHhhh!”

I love that I can do this to her.

But… we are in the gazebo.

And we do have to stop somewhere.

Not least of all because the sooner we’re back at our rooms, the sooner we can finish what we started.

Ease off, Link.

“Oh…”

And she’s… resting her head on my chest, breathing hard.

Crush her to me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, but perhaps… this is enough statistics for one day.”

“…Anatomy’s next, isn’t it? Please say it is.”

“Hmhmm. Why, Link…”

This is a huge, huge, snuggly hug and there’s a kiss right on the tip of my chin-

“You’ve read my mind.”

“Heh. And I didn’t even need the slate.”

“No. Not at all.”

Her beaming smile. So like the Sun.

I rise with it.

And we’re rising, hand in hand.

Walking toward her tower together.

And if any of the guards are offended by us, they can stuff it.

But somehow, I don’t think they are. Because I see at least… two?... not-so-covert thumbs-ups and that guy over there’s cupping his hands around his mouth-

“GOOD LUCK WITH THE KISSING AND HUGS!”

“Oh, my Goddess-“

“Oh dear. I suppose that made the rounds.”

“Ugh, of course it did, it happened in the kitchen and those ladies TALK.”

“They’ll all be making us flowerless bouquets, next.”

“Pff- pfhaha. You know what? Good. Food for Nails!”

“Hmhmmm. Hm. I love you, Link.”

“…And I love you, Zelda. More than anything.”

“I know.”

Yeah. You do know, don’t you?

But what you don’t know… is exactly how incredibly dirty I’ll talk to you on the slate LONG after you go to sleep.

This is going to be. So. Much. Fun!

~~The End~~

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[Note: But there'll be a sequel!]

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Father-Son Memories

The Mandalorian looks back on a few different memories of when the kid would be silly, happy, or playful towards him. From razor space rides to learning new things, the Mandalorian smiles as he recalls the memories he will hopefully remember forever.

I'm dedicating this fanfic to @caatnip, @fanficsandfluff, @tickle-bugs and @squashedbananatk. I recently found you guys on Tumblr, and I found out you all write Mandalorian tk fanfics! And that made me so happy! I've only just started writing fanfics for Mandalorian, but I want to continue doing it. So feel free to read this and check out my other one!

Over the months of being the child’s caregiver, the Mandalorian could recall many cute and fun incidents that had occurred in between the daily drama. The child had learned on his own, to have a little fun with his helmeted caregiver at least once a day. And a lot of the time, the Mandalorian didn’t protest. He liked it. It gave him a short time to enjoy the present and be thankful for the people around him.

One thing he found was that the child became playful often when the two of them were out. He could recall multiple moments when the child would act like his true self while on their adventures.

He could easily recall one of the earlier moments with the kid. He couldn’t remember what planet he was on, but he could recall there being a lot of sand. The Mandalorian had been doing some sort of business to get a Razor Crest part (that space ship was constantly breaking…), when the kid cooed below him. The guy he was talking to had groaned in disgust at the baby, and the Mandalorian was about to punch him for being so rude to his adorable baby. But then, The Mandalorian looked down and soon realized he had been mistaken:

The child was holding another frog in his mouth.

The Mandalorian couldn’t help but chuckle at the baby. I guess the tradesman had a different point to his groan.

Now being a father of a baby, you had to constantly monitor what goes in the kid’s mouth. But the Mandalorian had quickly learned that frogs, no matter what he did to stop it, would remain a part of the kid’s diet. How the kid kept finding these frogs, Mando could not tell you. Everywhere he went, the child would eat at least some sort of creature. But this time, the child had taken the wriggling frog out of his mouth, and was...offering it to him?

The Mandalorian knelt down to the child and watched as it cooed while holding the wiggling frog just another millimetre higher. “I…” The Mandalorian awkwardly reached down and took the frog with one hand. The child let him take it, and smiled happily. “Thank you.” he said politely.

The frog was now wiggling away in his hand, but he didn’t know what to do with it. Figuring the child would be better off with it, the Mandalorian tried to hand it back to the child. But, the child pushed the frog back to him and pointed back to him.

It looked like the child was trying to tell him that the frog was for him. A snack, maybe?

“You want me to eat this?” He asked in a casual voice to cover up his disgust.

The child smiled in response and cooed. Looks like that’s a yes. The kid had given him a ‘snack’. But as much as he appreciated the gesture, the frog was still...alive and raw. The thought of eating such a slimy, wiggling thing made him more uneasy and mortified, than anything.

“I’m...not hungry.” The Mandalorian used that as an excuse and let the frog go. He watched as the frog hopped away a few feet before turning to the baby. The baby had watched it hop away, but had quickly looked at the Mandalorian with...an angry look?

“What?”

The baby started to lower his big ears down, in almost a hurt kind of expression. Oh no...Did he do something wrong?

But his worry was quickly thrown out the window, when the child had ran up to him and started yelling at him! This wasn’t his usual coos of excitement. This was full-on short spurts of screaming! The Mandalorian was taken back by such reactions. He had never heard the child make that sound before! It was...almost laughable! The Mandalorian almost laughed at him because of how non threatening it actually was!

But the kid kept on yelling and pointing at the hopping frog. Almost like he was being scolded for ‘not taking his meal’. The Mandalorian had put his hands up in slight defence. The screaming had quickly grown a crowd, and the man in the helmet was not really sure how to deal with it.

But the moment the child’s yelling started to include baby-like babbles and raspberries, he almost lost it. Despite trying super hard not to laugh, The Mandalorian couldn’t stop himself from letting out some titters and wheezes. His somewhat restrained sounds of laughter seemed to anger the child even more! Now, the child was screaming at him with his eyes narrowed at him like he was gonna die if he didn’t do anything.

Right when the Mandalorian was close to breaking, the child lifted his hand up and actually pushed him a foot towards the frog with help from the force!

Finally, The Mandalorian gave in. “Ohokay, okay! I’ll get you your frog back!” The Mandalorian quickly told him. The child didn’t really lessen his screams and babbles, but it did lower the child’s hand and therefore: stopped the use of the force. The Mandalorian didn’t take long to get the frog back to him and unsurprisingly, the child’s mood pulled a full 180 and showed a big smile once again.

The child took the frog from the man in the helmet and happily ate the whole thing in one big mouthful. The Mandalorian chuckled at this and gave the kid a couple seconds before picking him up. He hoped that the frog tasted at least half decent to be worth all that screaming.

The Mandalorian chuckled at that weird but funny memory. He would sometimes look back and chuckle more as he realized that was the child’s version of a ‘temper tantrum’. If that was the kid when he was mad, he may never take him seriously!

There was another memory that quickly went through his head, that he could enjoy for a while. The Mandalorian was flying the Razor Crest around while the child was sitting on his lap. The child was looking through the ship’s windshield, and looking at the stars, the planets, and the different ships that were flying around!

The child made an ‘Ooooh!’ sound as he pointed to a green planet with swirly clouds.

“Yup, I see it. That’s Rodia. It’s a swampy planet. I heard that it homes these green creatures with little antenna’s right about...” The Mandalorian placed his two standing fingers onto the child’s head. “Here.” He told the child.

The child giggled and bopped his head left and right.

“Alright. You ready for a ride through hyperspace?” The Mandalorian asked. The child put his hands together to make a single clap. “Alright. Here we go!” The Mandalorian clicked a couple buttons and quickly, the ship went into hyperspace!

The child threw his hands up and cooed excitedly as the ship went quick like a roller coaster! They were going so fast, and the child LOVED it! The Mandalorian couldn’t stop himself from smiling, and even started to enjoy the ride himself.

Soon, The Mandalorian decided to cheer along with him. “WOOOOO HOOOOO!” He shouted with a smile on his face under his helmet.

The kid laughed and tried to imitate the cheer that Daddy Mando made! “WOOOOOOO!” The child cheered with him, before leaning his back against his chest while laughing.

“LOOK AT US GOOOOOOOO!” The Mandalorian cheered loudly.

“WOOOOOOOO!” The child cheered again.

As they rode through Hyperspace, the Mandalorian moved the steering joysticks left and right, to make the ride a little wavy. “Here we GOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOO!” The Mandalorian cheered yet again.

“WEEEeeEEEEeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeEEEheeheeheehee!” the child cheered loudly, moving his body left and right with the wavy movement before giggling.

The Mandalorian made the Razor Crest go straight through again. “AAAAAAaaaand here we go.” The Mandalorian brought the ship smoothly out of hyperspace and into the regular speed. The child now had a huge smile on his face and was giggling from the adrenaline rush he just went through. “Was that fun?” He asked.

“WWWEEEEEEEEEEE!” The child responded.

The Mandalorian chuckled. “Weeee indeed.”

That memory would always stick with him no matter what. He never wanted that memory to fade from his brain.

A more interesting thing that had happened with the kid, was when the child wanted to learn more about the Mandalorian. He knew a lot about his own face and person, but he wanted to learn more about the guy in the helmet. While the Mandalorian was taking a break to get some rest, the child had walked up to the Mandalorian and flopped onto his belly. The Mandalorian looked up, and smiled under his helmet. “Hey kid.”

The child looked at the Mandalorian’s boots, and placed his foot beside the boot. Then, he looked at the man in the helmet with a curious coo.

He looked up. “Yup. our feet are different. You have bear feet…” The Mandalorian leaned over and tapped the kid’s toes. “And I have boots on.” He concluded as he tapped his boot.

The child looked at the boot and grabbed the top of it. “What...What are you doing?” He asked.

The child started pulling on the boot and grunting. “You want me...to take off my boot?” He asked. The kid stopped pulling and whined. The Mandalorian lifted an eyebrow under the helmet. “Are you sure? It might be stinky.” He warned.

The child either didn’t understand what that would mean, or he didn’t take the warning seriously. So, the Mandalorian finally agreed. “Okaaay. But I warned you.” He pulled his foot closer to himself and removed his boot. Under the boot, was just a plain black sock. “There.”

The child cooed curiously at the foot, and quickly noticed he didn’t take off the sock. If the foot was any stinky, the child didn’t seem to be bothered by it. So, the child grabbed the sock and pulled it right off. The moment the child saw the foot, he cooed eagerly and started feeling it.

The Mandalorian couldn’t help but chuckle at the kid’s curiosity. But the Mandalorian took a bit of time to look at his own foot for the first time in years. “Cool, huh?” He asked. He stretched his toes out and in. “I have toes too.”

While the Mandalorian had leaned his head back to rest, the child took a double-take at both his own toes and at the Mandalorian’s toes. He had more toes than the child had. Not only that, but the Mandalorian’s foot was bigger and longer. The child moved his hands and claws up and down the foot and quickly jumped back when the foot moved away. “Ah- Sorry. Try not to touch too much. There’s a reason I keep my boots on.” He warned.

The child let out another curious coo and started moving his hand up and down the foot. Quickly, the foot was pulled back and the man had jumped in surprise. “What did I just tell you?” The Mandalorian asked. “You can touch the toes, but no touching the bottom.” He warned.

The child nodded at his request, and allowed the Mandalorian to cautiously lower himself back to try and sleep again. Suddenly, the child stroked the bottom of his foot yet again, and the Mandalorian attempted to pull it back to get his boot back on. But...his foot wouldn’t pull back. In fact, it wouldn’t move at all! The Mandalorian sat up and widened his eyes as he realized the kid had both hands up! Was the child using his magic to stop his foot from moving?!

“Kid, let go.” He warned. The child ignored his order and instead, kept one hand out to keep the force going and used his other hand to stroke and scratch the foot curiously.

Immediately, the Mandalorian yelped and pulled his other booted foot away from the kid. But the vulnerable foot wouldn’t even move an inch! “Kid, I’m serious- Noho, no! nohoho!” He warned. But his warnings had fallen on deaf ears as the child smiled and kept on learning through touching more of his foot.

The Mandalorian bit his lip hard as the child’s hand touched and stroked his foot. He kept trying to pull and pull but the child wouldn’t let his foot go! And the claws the kid had, were really starting to drive him crazy with how gentle, yet effective they were. Why did his foot have to be so ticklish?! And why in the world did he fall for the kid’s curiosity trick?!

“K-Kihihid! Ihi’m wahaharnihing yohohou!” He warned. The kid looked up in surprise. He must’ve noticed the words had come out in giggles. Immediately after the kid made the connection, the child’s mouth grew a big smile and the child started stroking it faster and faster. “aAAH! KID!” He reached his arm out for only a second, and quickly retreated as his hands turned into fists. “NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA! KIHIHIHID!” He yelled out.

The kid started to let out little laughs and coos at him as he kept scratching the foot. It tickled so much! And The Mandalorian couldn’t do anything about it! And it looked like the kid wasn’t anywhere close to done.

The child quickly started stroking the foot with BOTH his hands! “NOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT! HAHAHAHAhahahahAHAHAHA!” He laughed and squealed. “STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” He begged. But the child just laughed and cooed happily while he kept this up. He didn’t care about how ticklish his foot was! All he cared about was that the man in the helmet was laughing! And telling by the kid’s face, it looked like he was gonna make up for lost time.

Then, the child did something that one would easily consider almost illegal! He started sucking and nibbling on his toes!

“OHOHO NOHOHO! OH NO! KIHIHID! EHEHEHEHEWW! THAT’S ENOHOHOHUHUHUGH! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter went silent, but for only a second. “AHAHA! AHAHAHA!” He breathed in. “STAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

His was absolutely unfair! Even MORE unfair with the force hold the kid had on him! This would’ve been over a long time ago if he didn’t have the sorcery powers to pin his foot down. He was almost considering yelling for help! But he doubted it would even help him.

The child nibbled and sucked on his toes for a little bit longer, before finally stopping. The child let out a coo with a smile and let go of his foot completely. Now with his foot movable, the Mandalorian pulled his foot back with his other leg and hugged his legs against his chest.

“Nohoho mohohore kihihid. Yohohou hahad your fuhuhun. Now can I have- HEHEHEHEY! NOHOHOHO!” The Mandalorian quickly fell into yet another laughing fit, as the child stroked and scratched his foot a little more. Turns out, the child wanted one last tickle before he put his sock and boot back on.

Funnily enough, that wasn’t the only time the Mandalorian had been tickled by the kid. Heck! It seemed that body exploration involved a lot of tickling! The Mandalorian could recall a time when the child’s diaper had just been changed, and the Mandalorian had poked the kid’s belly button a couple times. When the two of them laid low for a bit, the child had looked down at his own belly and started poking the belly button that was covered by the long robe he was wearing.

The Mandalorian had looked up, and smiled as he saw that. “C’mere kid.” He told him. The child waddled himself over to the man in the helmet and tilted his head. The Mandalorian gave the kid’s belly button a poke, and smiled when the child laughed. He poked the belly button again, and his smile widened as the child started laughing more.

Poking his belly button made the kid laugh and giggle, that he almost started to wonder if he was laughing because it tickled, or because it was funny. “Heheheh. You ticklish?” He asked. The child smiled and cooed at the question. That was all he needed to hear before he started wiggling his fingers on his belly. The child quickly squealed and started giggling and waving his ears up and down. Mando’s teeth had started to secretly show in his smile while he started squeezing his sides.

Suddenly, the kid screamed and let out the most toddler-like, contagious laughter he had ever heard! He couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with him, it was so contagious! It didn’t take long for the kid to flop onto the ground and wiggle around while he laughed and babbled happily. The kid’s ears were flapping up and down almost like an alternative to a wagging tail, and his teeth were happily showing while his eyes were shut during his giggle fit.

The Mandalorian soon stopped tickling him and let the kid breathe. The child didn’t take long to calm down, and actually started waddling over to him in mere seconds. “Wow. You must be really good at breathing.” He told him.

The child waddled up to his belly and flopped onto it. “Nice belly flop.” The Mandalorian said out loud.

The child looked up at him and giggled. He crawled closer to his belly and lifted up his shirt. “Uh...What are-” The Mandalorian was interrupted by a fascinated coo that had left the child’s mouth. The Mandalorian lifted an eyebrow at first, but quickly understood what he was cooing about when he felt a claw touch his belly button. “Ooooh...I see that you found my belly button.” He reacted calmly.

The child looked up at him as the Mandalorian lifted his head a little more. “Yup. We both have one.” He added.

The child cooed curiously as he looked down at it. But quickly, the Mandalorian could tell the child’s motive had started to change. How did he know this? Easy: The kid had started sending him one of those obviously mischievous smiles.

“Kid...You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing.” He warned. But before he could actually do something to stop him, the child started scratching his claws on his belly. The Mandalorian squeaked like a squeaky door and quickly reached out to grab him. “Cohome hehehere you little-”

To prevent the man from getting him, the child crawled himself up to his chest and shoved his tiny hand into the Mandalorian’s armpit. “eeEEEK!”

The Child slipped down to the corner between the man’s arm and his chest and pushed his upper arm open while scratching under his armpit. “BWAAAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHE-NOHOHOHO!” THe Mandalorian turned his body onto his side to face the child. “Nohohoho tihihicklihihing kihihid.” He warned.

The child just smiled at him, as he slooooowwwly brought his fingers closer, and closer, and closer to his armpit again. “No!” The Mandalorian ordered, pushing him away with a single finger on his tiny chest. “No more.” He gave him the dad finger to further solidify it.

The child just stared at him and only blinked for a few seconds. Then, he waddled himself closer to him. He was about to warn him to not tickle him again, but he quickly stopped himself when the kid snuggled his head into the side of his chest. The Mandalorian finally sighed to himself as he wrapped his hand around the child and closed his eyes.

“Okay. I guess we can snuggle.”

The Mandalorian and the child ended up snuggling for a short hour, before the child was up and ready to go again. Even though he wasn’t up for the tickles the last time, he has started to hope that more of those cute little moments will pop up in the future.

All he had to do was wait till then.

#adorable baby yoda #din djarin is a good parent #soft din djarin #baby yoda being silly #family fluff #ticklefic #switch!mando #switch!baby yoda

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h2ojustaddmako · 3 years

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Headcanon: The Origin of Mermaids & Magic

Wooooooo...it’s been a long time since I’ve written one of those. I can truthfully say I’m been sitting on this one for maybe over a year...letting it cook up inside me...like a dumpling of information. Okay, weird image, i get it, but that’s the truth.

Basically today I wanna go over a little idea of mine I’ve had for a long time, and every time I rewatched the show, it was fed and grew larger and larger, with more and more information to help me piece out the puzzle of mermaid powers, and why all you thought you know was absolute garbage.

As I went over in my (pretty popular, if I may) post about how the powers work, mermaids use electromagnetism in a way that helps them alter the magnetic field around them and manipulate water in multiple ways to be able to “control” it. The moon is magnetic, and so is Mako Island, therefore, something in the full moon evokes the powers. But what is it?

While watching season 3 and Mako Mermaids as a whole, you’d realize they are more similar than you’d think. Actually, the lore introduced in season 3 seems to be the base foundation to the entire world-building in Mako Mermaids. One thing that is highly notable is the appearance of the crystals. Moon crystals, as I call them, can indeed release “moonlight”, this blue, hypnotizing energy wave. But that’s not really moonlight, per se. You see, moonlight isn’t a real thing in nature; the moon doesn’t radiate like the sun, it’s just reflective, and it’s surely not deep blue. And so, the so-called moonlight in the show is actually something else. Like the stones of Mako, the crystals in them also originated from the moon, and Mako (and every other “moon pool” out there) is probably sitting on millions of them. Considering how many were inside that one piece Ryan and Sophie tried to grab, the foundation of Mako Island is rich with these blue bitches. Now, these crystals are unique because they store inside them the secret to mermaid magic.

You see, throughout the Mako show, one of the most valuable items are these little ‘moon rings’. These little rings with a nice, big blue crystal right in the middle. While the show never explicitly reveals that the crystals are originated from the moon pool, or Mako at all, but given the pretty obvious design choice, it’s very clear to us that it’s more than just an artistic design. They also work in a very similar way - they both radiate blue energy that is very strong, and have serious powers. Mako gave us a very big hint to the origin of that, by saying the moon rings need to be recharged in full moons. That’s when the power of the moon is the strongest. Now going back a little, we said the moon doesn’t really shine a light of its own, so what are we talking about? Well, like the crystals on the rings, the crystals on the moon absorb power daily, from the sun and space. The sun uses a strong magnetic field, holding the planets and what-not spinning around it in perfect rings since the creation of the solar system. The crystals on the moon absorb that power, and every night, the moon radiates it back to earth, to its cousin, Mako Island. Simplifying things, the moon absorbs power and in return release it towards Earth, only for that power to charge the entire Mako Island crystal colony. Many have spoken about the weird sensation Mako gives them - electromagnetism, and no wonder mermaids feel it stronger, since they are sensitive to it more than most people. The girls felt the comet getting closer because a part of them is now sensing magnetism in the environment.

So Mako is charged with energy, so what? You see, the moon pool’s shape is very interesting. The decision to place it at the bottom of a volcano isn’t just a creative choice (though it is very cool). The shape of a volcano is that of a cone, of a funnel, if you may. The moon centers around the small opening above and radiates into the moon pool itself. Unlike the rest of the island, which seems unaffected during full moon nights, the shape of the moon pool allows the power to get trapped in the spacious room of crystals walls, awakening the power that is also trapped inside the crystals themselves, probably magnifying the intensity of it by a lot. Add the fact that the full moon is the stronger of the faces of the moon considering all of it is facing Earth and you have yourself a force not to be played with. That means that the moon pool as a room has very strong energy to it, one that apparently can turn someone into a mermaid.

The mystery of why a mermaid, of all things, and what mermaids have to do with the moon is still a puzzle left to be solved. But one thing’s for sure, mermaids are not natural creatures, despite what Mako Mermaids tries to sell you. They have too many human characteristics to only be relatives to humans and go through such an evolution is a short (evolutionarily speaking) time. Plus, no power in the world can turn you into something you’re not, and for Lewis’ examinations and the medical tests they went through in the “fake sick” episode, it’s pretty safe to say that genetically, mermaids are very slightly different to humans, and it’s not something that can be detected without looking into their DNA. But that tells us enough to safely bet that the origin of mermaids is human, and not another species adapted to live in the ocean.

And yet - sea-born ‘natural’ mermaids are so different from humans. They can siren sing, they give birth to “hatchlings” (whatever that means), and heck, some can even speak to sea animals, what’s up with that? Well, these could all be considered under the umbrella term of rapid evolution. In simple words, rapid evolution is the process a species goes through in order to adapt to a new environment that is foreign to it and different from its natural habitat. While humans don’t really have a natural habitat, we are land animals, and therefore, to live in the ocean we’d have to adapt to different factors. The transformation of the full moon only does about half the work, but a mermaid like Cleo couldn’t live in the ocean forever, as we saw when she ran away. She was hungry, ‘cause she didn’t know how to hunt. She was tired, ‘cause she didn’t know where to sleep safely. And you would be too, if you were to be thrown out of your natural environment and into some place you may have the physical skills to handle, but not the knowledge.

So my theory goes as follows: in an order of events, at some point throughout Earth’s history, a piece of the moon detached and entered our atmosphere. The piece broke off, landing in several places around the world, such as China, Ireland, perhaps the Caribbean as well, but the biggest piece landed off the coast of Australia. The new mass of stone tore through the layers of the Earth, resulting in an active volcano, that eventually cooled down and turned into an island. Million of years later, ancient humans, probably a male and a female, discovered one of the moon pools around the world (probably Ireland), sometime around 3000 years ago, before the first mentions of mermaids in Greek mythology. Said humans were probably considered as witches, gods, beings of magic and power. It is not far fetched to assume they may have escaped into the ocean. Perhaps more people were interested in getting such powers; maybe it was more than two, maybe even tens of people. Mermaids were considered as monsters, beings of evil to be feared of, and when Christianity rose, perhaps unholy abominations. The moon pools were considered supernatural places. All that led to merpeople being secluded, escaping humans, and accepting the ocean as a new home. They adapted quickly, and with time, the mermadic gene was implemented into their DNA. They were still humans, just highly adapted to life underwater. With the industrial revolution, the stories of mermaids became nothing more than folklore, one with ancient gods, monsters, and myths. Every now and then someone saw a mermaid, like Christopher Columbus, but who would believe a person that saw a being half woman half fish?

this actually started as a whole other headcanon, but go figure

#Headcanon #h2o just add water #mako: island of secrets #mako mermaids #natural history

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dontbesoweirdkira · 5 years

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Being Present Mic’s favorite student would include

A/n: why don’t yall show my mans any love? Like damnn smh he just out here breaking people's eardrums and tingz and y'all cant even give him some acknowledgement or what not smh. Present Mic stans, you may now rise

-I imagine you’d be like that American exchange student and you laughed at a bad pun he did in english and he felt super special because no one ever understands the puns he does, so now he’s just constantly bothering you

-like you’re just walking down the hall, trying to get to class and you just hear

-”HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY Y/NNNNN MRS.AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

-*invoked with fear*

-Like seriously he won’t leave you alone…..at all

-”Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN what’s upppPPp?”

-He love speaking in english to you because it’s keeps him refreshed and plus it’s fun seeing Aizawa all flustered because he only understands 60 percent of what you guys are saying

-You get used to him I promise, he’s actually like the sweetest little thing that wants the best for you uwu. Like if you’re a shy student he’ll break you out of your shell most definitely!!

-He asks you to do his introductions because aizawa refused for the 1000th time but it actually was super fun so you don’t mind

-”GIIIVE IT UP FOR PRRREEEEEESEEEENNNTTTTTTT MICCCCCCCCC THE ONLYYYY ONEEE THATTT CAAAAN BREAAAAK YOUURR EARDRUUUMSSS AND WILL TO LIVVEEEE IN UNDER A MINUTE.”

-He did a super long hyped up into for you at the sports festival like and he kept cheering you on soo much he was like a soccer dad watching his little princess play her first game

-I swear he was wearing a shirt that said ‘Go Y/N!!’

-Everyone knows you’re his favorite like if you thought All might and Deku thing was a bit much well like he is on a whoooleeee new level

-Speaking of All might and little broccoli, there is an unspoken rivalry between All might and Present. They are always like

-”Haha did you see young Midoriya’s moves today? He is working so hard, he’ll be a great hero soon!”

-”Yeah of course, BuT did yOU sEE mY Y/N todaY????

-SocCeR DAdS

-You and deku kinda does friendly competitions just to watch the two teachers go at it

-”DEKU CLEARLY WON MIC.”

-”LISTEN YOU BLIND FOSSIL IT WAS Y/N!!”

-It was a tie tbh

-Always asking you about American slang and terms like brooo

-”y/n what’s a yeet? Someone told me I need to yeet off a building and I kinda wanna do it for my next youtube video on youtube.”

-You helped him set up the youtube channel btw

-”so i say period after something truthful is said?”

-”YOUUUUUU ARE THE BESSSSTTTTTT STUUUUUDENTTT Y/NNNNN PERIOODDDD.”

-”like that?”

-You keep him updated on all the trends and make sure his outfits are looking good

-He lets you design a new logo for his brand

-Did I mentioned he’s like super sweet. Like one day you opened your locker to find a note he wrote for you.

-”Heeeeyyyyy Y/NNNNNNN,

Whats upp best student evvvvvaaaaa???? I just wanted to say i’m proud of you and I heard from a little sleepy birdie (sensei Aizawa) that you aced your test in hissss claaaaaassss wooooooo!!!!! Because of that i mayyyyyyy haveee brought you ice cream that may or may not be in the fridge in the teachers lounge that you may or may not can get during lunch perioddd…… anyways MIC OUT!”

-He helps you control and project your powers when you are struggling with them

-Helps you with the weird Homework assignments All might and Aizawa gives you

-”wtf is this shit? This is your homework?? Hold on, I’m calling shouto .”

-Lets you sleep in his class

-He is like your personal translator if your japanese is a bit iffy or you don’t know how to say something

-Oh and Aizawa adores you also but like he keeps it on the down down low. Like people actually thinks he kinda doesn’t like you but that is not the case at all. Like he supports Mic’s constant spoiling of you and might throw in a gift or two with him.

-Aizawa looks at you guys as his two kids that he will literally protect at all costs.

-If anyone is messing with you or you need something just yell out ”MR.HIZASHIIIIIII.” or “MR.AIZAWA” and he’ll be there in under a minute.

-Bakugou threatened you once, and Aizawa and Hizashi heard….lets just say he never messed with you again.

-Same goes for you, if anyone is teasing or talking wrongly about Present Mic, you’ll square up any day.

-”yeah he’s like so weird and does he realize that no one thinks he’s cool like stop trying so hard.”

-FigHt mOde ActIvaTeD

-You got in trouble but it was totally worth it and Mic was super flattered but as a teacher he still had to discipline you. He high five you tho and said he wasn’t mad and he only got you in trouble because the other teachers would have bashed him for favoritism

-Once you get more comfortable with him, You guys have like daily talks about anything and everything, he’s a really good listener and will listen to your weekly rants.

- Despite being a literal crackhead, he is super wise and has a lot of knowledge so if you need advice, just ask.

-Knows when you aren’t feeling your best and tries his all to make you smile, it usually ends up working and you’re just laughing at his bad jokes and he’s like

-”YYyyyYYYYy/NNNNNNnnnnnnNNNNNNnNnnn IS FEELiNG BEtTTeRRR YAYayYAAY!”

-He’ll let you hide out with him and Aizawa when there’s a bunch of kids are crowding you and asking questions about your home country or when school is just overwhelming

-”MR.HIZASHIII THEY ARE AFTER ME AGAAAAIIIIN.”

-He’d 10/10 adopt you if he could

-He invited you on his radio show like twice, it actual helped gained a lot of listeners from a younger audience and even some international people listened in as well. It was actually pretty fun, of course you were a bit nervous you weren’t sure to expect but it was reallly cool. It was almost like an interview, he asked you a few questions about yourself and your school life even opinions on different heros or what not.

-DO NOT AND I REPEAT DO NOT LET THIS FOOL KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY, HE WILL EMBARRASS YOU INFRONT OF THE WHOOOOLEEE SCHOOL I SWEAR NO ONE CAN STOP HIM

-”But Mr.MIcCCcCc plEAsE Dontttt iTs NOt A BIg DeaL.”

-”i must y/N….LETSSS A BIGGGGGGG HAPPY HAAAAAPPPPYYYYY BIRTHDAAAAYYYYY TOOOO Y/NNN L/NNNN-”

-you died

-He got a little cake made for you, it had little candies and sparklers on it. It was mega adorbs.your name was also on it but it was spelled wrong.

-”Here ya go Y/N! Sorry your name is spelled wrong...i tried to fix it but it got all smudged so i just left it.”

-For his Birthday, you made a picture frame that had a selfie with the two of yall and gave him a little card that said, “Happy Birthday The best teacher evaa! You’re super great and I hope one day we can fight side by side and be the best duo in history! Enjoy your day old man. -The best student evaaa”

-You teamed up with eraser head to throw a little surprise party for him at a cute little restaurant and he ended up crying sksksksksksdnjksk it was so soft.

-At the dance you didn’t have a date or anything so ya boi Mic danced with you and it was uwu like super soft. He even walked around with you a bit and let you wrap your arm around his, like he’s the best teacher seriously

-At the end of the year when it was time for you to go back to America, he was devastated like seriously he’d miss you and y’alls antics. He practically begged you not to go back. Yeah he held your leg and cried on the floor….Aizawa had to pull him off of you so you could leave

-”Don’t cry Mr.Hizashi!! I I’ll see you again one day! Thank You so much for being an awesome teacher this year, I’ll miss you.”

-you actually got approved to come back the following year but you kept it a secret so you could surprise him when you walk in his class again.

-he was big boi shocked

-”YYYYYYYYYYyyYYyyYyYYy/NNnnNnnNNNnnn SKDJNKHDKSK YOU’RE BACKKKKK WHERES AIZAWA I GOTTA tELL HIM SILDKSISJSSKKSNJSK DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR OMHDNKJD ITS SO CUTEEE AHHHAHSHJSHSJHS AZIAWAAA LOOK AT OUR LITTLE GIRL SSKLKSMLS.”

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weirdo-with-a-nametag · 3 years

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Brain is tv static with random frames interspersed

Think I'm like. Really stressed and jumping between topics to try and find something that helps / feels good

Topics:

Anyone know a good health tracking app for adhd people? I want one that like pops up when you open your phone, maybe? But is unobtrusive. Like maybe you just rate your mood or whatever when you open your phone, and it closes, and you go about your business. I just hate every app and paper method I've tried but really want to track some stuff

Pigeon. ? Pigeon as pet?

Service animals re: cats, pigeons, my cat specifically, and then also ESAs and also what to use as treats while training my cat (he's pretty happy to learn behaviors with praise and pets as reinforcement, but treats would make everything move much faster, but I haven't found something I want to give him so we've just been y'know. Chillin)

Service animals re: what tasks can my pet potentially do that would help me? I don't really know a lot about service animals and there is a Huge range. If anyone has suggestions, or places to read about it, I'd appreciate it! Mostly thinking they may help with anxiety, sensory, and mobility/fatigue related stuff. Not much of a need for medical alerts.

Bioactive enclosures for my snakes, need to research their biomes and make progress on designs and equipment specifications

Also. Hit a seriously hard patch and haven't been handling them much at all this month so that's not great

Casting stuff. Saw jewelry today made of metal casts of claws, skulls, etc, and they were really well done and made me want to do that

Some taxidermy / vulture culture stuff I won't get into right now

Puzzles????

How to organize my room

Need a shower

Need to organize bathroom

So Much Schoolwork

Uhhhhh trying, but not making much headway, to figure out how I want to do my music collection. Also really need to clean my records..

Make?

Food??? Ew.

Dental hygiene ://

Plampts. So many. Houseplants need maintenance, many need repotting. Keep taking in people's problem plants and like, they're doing better, largely, after being trimmed and watered and whatnot, but need repotting. Also need to trim some aquarium plants.

Also need to put water in tanks. And spray nepenthes.

Laundry.

Gotta pick up trash in my room. There's so much. Everywhere. Why.

Schoolwork. I'm so behind. So, so stuck. Kind of feel like I'm dying.

Going on a picnic tomorrow. Have to figure out what still needs doing for that, probably need to go to the store.

Leo needs water. I'm so....ugh, I'm trying so hard, but it feels impossible. I do my best to take good care of my pets, and I think they live pretty good lives most of the time, but sometimes I get like This and completely drop off the face of the earth and then like, wake up or whatever and two weeks have passed by and I have not cleaned a water bowl! That's a serious problem!!!! I do not know how to combat that, really, besides more reminders. Having someone around who is willing to like, help, when things are especially hard, would be great, but I don't live with my partner right now and do not feel like I can ask anyone here for that. But I can't put my animals at risk. I check on them every day, and if their bowls are dirty I do take them out and clean them, but sometimes (like now) i cannot get myself to do it without a pressure like a dirty bowl, or a feeding day. And like, it's really important that they have clean water. I'm talking to myself here but like, if anyone has advice. Please. With the tank redesigns and upgrades, the bowls will be more accessible, which will help because one of them is very heavy at the angle I have to pick it up, and another requires moving a lot of branches and is best to take out while the snake is out (this is Leo) which is fine because I love my boy, but adds time to the process, and makes it harder to start, you know? Maybe if I just got more bowls - I could take the bowl out and immediately replace it, fill the new one, and replace the decor and snake, and then clean the bowl as a separate task? That would be easier for my brain. Currently I have a Specific bowl I prefer to use for each tank, and then everything else is Just In Case, but I mean. Acquiring extras is something I want to do anyway, and it may help with several problems, so. Yeah. I'll try that. But also, any other ideas, guys?

Anxiety: can't stop picking at my face, skin, nails, cuticles, scalp, pretty much everywhere with callouses, also scratched a mole off my face, which is something I've been trying Not to do for a while, so that's...not great. Can't find my earmuffs, and also all of my headphones are painful? Ears are really sensitive lately.

Been playing a lot of Moth Game (flutter: starlight if you wanna be friends say hey I don't know how to do it but would enjoy talking about moths if nothing else. The game is just like, an idle ish collecting game with cutesy versions of different species, and very little actual information, but it's still fun, and if anyone else is on there and also Into Moths like I am, hiiiii) and like it's fun and cute but also greatly impacting my productivity, and raises my stress levels during events, which is most days, so the game has. Not been helping. But I can't stop because then I'll miss Exclusive Moths.

Anyway. Had baklava and two mugs of Thai tea today and the sugar has made me nauseous.

Trying to journal. Hurts to write. Also takes too long. Also my handwriting is very bad. But typing is..not as good

Want to draw. Thinking about drawing cats

Plants again! Want to make seed bombs, have seeds, have most of the other ingredients, just need to put em together, basically.

Really sad :(

Or am I?

Weird noise coming from dining room?

Birds. Spent half an hour at least on the deck tonight listening to a hundred different bird calls (literally) to identify one I was hearing, it was a pine siskin, which I checked early on but the recording was bad and I didn't realize which call was identified. Anyway, cool to put a name to a face, so to speak.

Need to practice for ASL

So much.....to do...

Only had like >3 hours of work this week which was not great because money, but also like I'm really feeling those 3 hours....

My cat is basically refusing to come into my room? Which is very strange and I'm worried something is Off but cannot figure out what. Also means less cuddles which means I'm sad.

It feels strange whenever people follow me, the attention is nice but I have no idea what content y'all are here for. So to everyone: hi, enjoy, hope my random personal posts aren't a surprise to anyone who followed for like. News reblogs and informational stuff.

Do I even have it in me to..be successful in school? Should I drop out of college? I'm struggling really hard and do not feel like I'm building on the skills I need to continue, so like. Uh.

My dad is being. Abrasive.

Mom and grandma are very angry lately

Housemate is also angry, about things i thought we were on good terms about, so I am stressed because like,, are we okay?

Can't find my eye mask :(

Yoga? Like...restorative yoga? Need to track down my PT stuff. And. Do it.

Need to put the stickers on my license plates....oops...

Still haven't found my antidepressants! Yay!

Do I want to store my stuff in open bins, or with lids? Which stuff needs spill protection and stacking capability and which stuff needs easy access?

How to earn money without..chaos

Gotta go to the pet store tomorrow. Have to compile my list of pet store items i need. Uhhhhhhhhhh

Also I have an essay due tomorrow that I've barely started. So. Wooooooo

Kt tape for supporting arches / inner ankles? I keep messing up my ankles, and part of it is walking wrong because I don't have the energy to engage the muscles in my feet/legs right to like, avoid injury, and part of it is I just need new shoes inserts. But i wear slippers a lot and they do not have arch support and it hurts. PT to help with this also but Where Is It

Family can't seem to get dish soap I can use, so I've just been having to avoid washing anything by hand, or being in the general kitchen area while anyone uses the stuff, which has led to more of my dishes sitting out, and more conflict over dishes. Lovely.

How hard is it for parents to learn they have to respect boundaries? Very hard, apparently. And you're supposed to just sort of remind people, and explain, over and over and over but like at this point my self worth is actually pretty good and the lifetime of proof that they do not want to listen? That's making me want to stop trying. Like, if you're not going to respect my boundaries I'm just not going to involve you in my life. I'm not talking to my dad right now because of this. Maybe I'll decide to lay things out to him, again and again and again again, maybe not. And I'm comfortable saying that's on him.

How to drink water

Am I dehydrated or are my hands just completely callous now. My fingertips have such hard skin. Why? It's uncomfortable. This is part of why I've been biting them.

Also testosterone. Been having a lot of trouble doing my shots, because anxiety and physical freakouts, but also not feeling super urgent about it. Which I'm realizing may be a sign i need to look at the effects so far and the possible effects of continuing, and see what they make me feel. It's possible I'm where I want to be as far as T, and don't really want to stay on it. A big thing for me is a deeper voice, so it seems time to take a look at whether I like my voice where it is or want to see if it'll drop any more. Etc etc

Miss my lil sisters

Saw a lot of cool rocks today. Huge (like hand sized) ammonite for $28. May go back and buy one because. Wow.

Want to plant food plants

Also my natives. Whole garden plot standing empty with a bunch of stuff waiting in nursery pots, needing to go in the ground. Because I can't get out of bed. Love that. Stuff is dying out there, I'm dying in here, there's a poetry to it and I do not want to romanticize suffering so I will say this: I brought a Bucket full of moss home a month ago and planted it and now go outside sometimes to drench my moss and it is very rewarding because the stuff is just so green. Incredible. When the rest of my plants are finally in the ground, that feeling will only intensify. But, for now, the moss is very nice.

Made a glow in the dark bead lizard from memory during therapy yesterday, and I love him. Also, still struggling with bringing up autism and psychosis topics with my therapist. Still very worried about. Things. Would like to get a new person? But sometimes she is helpful? And we have a routine. It's very hard to break the routine. Maybe I can set some time aside during the summer, to figure out what to do there.

Term ends in a couple weeks. The task of catching up, of passing, seems impossible. I really need to pass my courses. I'm on academic warning, because my GPA is lower than it should be, and if I can pass all of my classes this term I can get off academic warning but otherwise I'm not sure what will happen to my financial aid.

My phone is playing the same 50-100 songs on shuffle and I don't even particularly like most of them and it is very strange

Got my face wipes! Hooray, i can wash my face again

Been eating too much sugar in general. It's making my joints hurt more, and the nausea

Pet a dog the other day. I miss that. It would be really nice to have a dog in the house again. The exuberance, the cuddles, the tail wagging, the walks... I'd really like that. Maybe once I'm out in my room, tanks and catio built and everyone is situated, I'll look into getting a dog instead of a cat next. Was planning on holding off in case I'm not physically able to take them out on walks and such, but I've been pretty successful at doing this job, and I think that my main hurdle for walking really is motivation. Dog walking is a strong motivator for me. Best to start by fostering, or just do Wag, for a while though. I'm feeling overwhelmed with my current responsibilities, and here I am talking about getting a dog. Good job, me

How do you get wax off of somewhat water soluble rocks? My housemate broke my lava lamp on some of my rock collection and I am not sure how to get some of them clean without damage.

I am...pretty sure there are collared doves nesting over my room but it seems they're less common around here than I thought? But they are..pretty distinctive. Like if I'm wrong, what are those birds. Some very distinctly colored feral pigeons? Who are nesting here, in a tree, without their flock, and who happen to have pretty much the exact same pattern?

Probably should go to the dollar store and get some bins for organizing

Been wanting to keep a bin by the door and stock it with stim/fidget stuff people can just .have ..like extras of some of my favorites and other things i can get ahold of, to offer to my friends who haven't really had the chance to explore the world of stim toys

Hands are really just not doing great the last several weeks. Arthritis type pain cropping up more and more in all the little joints, making it hurt more to write, type, or just use them for whatever. Coordination isn't great because of that distraction, and because my hands/arms are slow to respond and kinda weak. Most people would say I'm not using them enough but I've been doing 15ish hours of manual labor per week, so maybe it's the other direction? More water would help. If only it wasn't so heavy.

I haven't taken a single shower since I started my job. Which was March 29th. That's not great.

Practiced parallel parking today. 10/10 still very bad at it.

Having anxiety that my friends think I'm lying about things, faking, and are watching me to see if I'll slip up. So that sucks. Can either talk about that directly or indirectly, or just shut up about those things until I can get my brain under control again. I'm not sure right now if the reassurance would work as a reality check or make me believe it more, right now, so might hold off on the talking bit for a little while.

Saw, smelled, picked a couple pretty roses. Good times

At this point I'm just trying to list all my thoughts so that maybe I'll be able to sleep and not worry I'll forget

My mom has put her spider plant on the deck, and it has maybe five living leaves. I have no idea how she killed such a well established spider plant, the last time I saw it it was so happy. Did she stick it in a corner and forget to water it? Whatever happened, it is now in the Plant ER, so hopefully I'll be able to...help get it on the up and up again

Leo is such a pretty noodle. He's so pretty. He's posing. Hi, baby boy.

Oh, he saw me moving around and decided to come say hi. Sorry little man, i did not mean to disturb you. Please resume lounging. I can't bring you out right now, I'm trying to sleep.

Also, terrariums. Water features. Need to ask. Someone. The one who was making that super cool garter snake enclosure and blogging the progress? With the lazy river and pool? About maintenance on that kind of setup. My milk snake really enjoys water, and I'd love to put a water feature in his tank. But I'm unclear on how to keep it clean, or honestly where to start. Don't want any huge falls or anything, though it actually may not make the humidity too high if I did maybe a small drip wall into the pool? That seems like something he would enjoy, and a good way to support different types of plants. But like, that's the thing, it's bioactive and I haven't done that before and no amount of research is ever enough.

Oh, Shogun has a dirt hat. How cute. I love when they do that

See, this is the thing. My snakes make me so happy. All three of them are actually hanging out where I can see them from my bed right now, and it's really nice. I want their lives to be the best possible, and I think I have the resources to do that. Which is so exciting. Now if only my brain and body would cooperate. It would hurt quite a lot to have to re-home any of them, but the most important thing is their health and quality of life, you know? If I can't get my act together somewhat, it may be that one or all of them would be better off with another keeper. I don't know. It's just, i talk about all these tank ideas and all this husbandry standards stuff but how much of it actually gets applied to my own animals whose lives are in my hands? How well am I caring for them, really?

Oh!!! My red thread! I thought that was gone forever.

Anyway, please do not worry. My snakes are healthy. I pay attention, and watch for signs of illness, and they're okay. There will always be places to improve, and the water is a big one, but most of the time i change their water out frequently, I'm just worried because of bad depression and fatigue times, you know? I'm working on making the most self sustaining systems i can, in part so that I am sure they'll be okay if I mess up sometimes. Just saying this because I hope you guys don't feel like you need to worry about the welfare of my pets. They're okay, i just always want better for them, is all.

Anyway, the sun is coming up and I should probably go to sleep. So uh, thanks for reading, if you read all of this randomness, and if anyone has thoughts or advice on anything in this post, i would welcome it! Good night!

#mine #long post #snakes #pets #food m #uhhhhhhhhhhhh whatever else needs tagging

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idjitlili · 4 years

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I see stars

summary:

Imagine getting drunk at the feast of starlight , and becoming over happy,and dancing like the complete opposite to what elves are used to. Leasts just say Thranduil is more than impressed.

translations:

rukhs shirumund caragu=beardless orc dung

warnings:two boners

wordcount:2356

After the dwarves and you were taken prisoner,Thranduil had kept you with him once he sent Thorin to the cells for refusing his offer. Before he was even able to begin to talk to you the dwarves had escaped,theu had left a note which the guards handed to Thranduil ,who read it before passing it to you. His face was unreadable you didnt know what to expect,as the scrap paper was upon your hands. The rushed note had read:

"Our friend from strange lands,

your journey ends here, come vist us in erebor once it IS safe,not now,we cannot afford to lose anymore family.

much love,

ps Thorin says if you get the chance near that rukhs shirumund caragu lowers,bite it off."

Your face lit up with embarrassment,knowing Thranduil had known what Thorin was implying for you to do,it was a good idea,but hiding a knife in your vagina and then chopping it off with that. That seemed like a better idea,what if you had his coxk in your mouth,and you bite it off and then you choke to death on it,it happened to dean winchester just with a sausage. You looked up to the king ,you was watching you intensely. "Thank you." you had spoke quietly,folding the note placing it in your front pocket of your jeans.

Yes you were still wearing your clothes from home,you had cleaned them last at a stream,but when you had first joined the company ,they had given you spar tunics , blankets and such. You had known them since you fell froma portal ,four feet from the ground infront of the company. They had grew to think very fondely of you ,and protected you from all danger.Now you felt very insecure with out them around ,especially when this king seemed very scary.

"what for?" Thranduil had questioned you circling ,your body ,you had crossed your arms and faced the floor. "for allowing me to have that note from my friends." he had stopped circling to look at you ,he liked you not like that at least not yet,you were being held captive yet you were treating him with kindness.

He hadnt kept you in a cell,infact he given you a room,it was locked at night and such incase you tried to kill him. In a few days you had warmed up to the king,but now erebor was reclaimed and he qould be going to reclaim his jems. You had practially begged him to take you with,so you could see your friends. He didnt like the idea,but then you started crying,you enjoyed the kings comapny when you would eat with him and such ,but you couldnt not go especially if you could prevent somes death. In the end he had agreed and sat you infront of him on his elk,you were excited to see your friends ,you just hoped Thranduil wouldnt kill them. You had been shy with Thranduil at first ,but you soon found out he was very nice,and you came out of your shell.

That led you to be literally bouncing on the elk once you had arrived infront of erebor ,with Thranduil having to have his arm around your waist,which led you to be very close to each other. He had to tell you to stop,as nice as he could,you hadnt realised you had caused the king a little problem.Which luckily his outfit hid,he didnt tell you that was why,he had just stated someobe might aim for him and then hit you with an arrow. Bouncing looked like yeah. You had spotted Thorin whos gaze lingled on you ,he thought Thranduil was using you so they wouldnt try kill him.

However you smiled widely up at Thorin. " Thorin! Your crown looks very lovely on you!" you had shouted up at the king ,who sffered from dragon sickness,his mouth twitched slightly before turning back into a frown. "You are fooling around with an elf?and an elf thats him?" he had scoffed in disgust at you,your face fell. "no,thorin." you had been hurt at his words,thranduil had tighted his grip on you waist,protectively.

Once you had found out that Thorin and his best fighters had been led into a trapped ,you had forced Thranduil, totake you there and help save them. In which had surprisingly did,you also may have used your sons also heading there ,what if he gets hurt and you couldve saved him. You ended up jumping on azog's back ,legs around his waist stabbing him in the back with daggers,so thorin could go for the kill;you literally looked like drax. Now your life was complete ,you looked awesome,you had also saved fili and kili. Darn Fili deserves more screentime. Azog had flipped you over his shoulders ,slamming you into the ice,strangling you with one hand and blade in another sending a slice up your arm, You had just became loki ,being slammed by hulk,and now you needed stitches. "I...c-can...see..y-your cock." you had to try to speak,face red,unable to breathe.giving Thorin the chance to end his life.

Thorin pushed azogs body away from you,pulling you into his arms. "you are very much crazy ,y/n and for that I will be forever in debt to you as you saved my family and I" he spoke stroking your hair, as you gained your breath back,your neck was definitely was going to be bruised. "I ...r-repaid..my debt for keeping me safe in this strange world all those month,plus i got to see that majestic hair everyday." you reached your hand up,to his hair,running your fingers through it, "i am really sorry for saying what i did earlier, I do not want you getting hurt that was all." he spoke sincerely to you. "dont worry little man,no one has taken my innocence." you smirked in which Thorin smiled at you in relief before carrying you bridal style to erebor to find oin,trying to avoid hurting your bleeding upper arm.

That was until Thranduil stopped him on his elk,his eyes wondering over your injured form,you smiled at the king. Thranduil knew he had to take you home with him,he had felt things he had never felt before ,even with his now dead wife. "let me take her back with me,to the woodland relm,we have the finest doctors." he had spoken sternly,Thorin had scoffed in response. "oin is the best in erebor!" he had growled,he didnt want you with an elf at all. "more like the only one." Thranduil had annoyed Thorin with this,his stomach bubbled with anger. "Thorin, its fine I have to go back anyways ,I left belongings there." you tried to convince the dwarven king,however he was stubborn,so it would take more than that. "i will buy and have you made new belongings." he really didnt want you to go,he felt like it was his duty to protect you,he thought of you as a daughter almost.

"Thorin , I will come back,and if not straight away, I will write." you had jumped down from Thorins arms ,before hugging him tightly,and pulling away. Your eyes watered ,as you looked at back at Thorin who's did the same ,as Thranduil lifted you up onto his elk infront of him.

Also you forgot to mention,Tauriel fell off a cliff , rip. Legolas was going away for a while,but promised his father he would try to visit on the feast of starlight. Thranduil had comforted you saying Thorin was safe ,there wasnt any huge chances that something could happen to him while you were gone,you would be able to see him again. Anyways that was many months ago and you wrote to the dwarves and bilbo often,Thranduil would even get elves with drawing talents to draw you so you could send them back for Thorin and Bilbo. Bilbo had requested it. But tonight was the feast of starlight,Thranduil had you a dress made ,and fitted , it was mint green,come to think of it looked exactly like Arwen's dress in return of the time. Maybe you become friends with her tonight ,and gift it too her in the future as she loved it so much. wink wink. Thranduil had personally came to chambers,and walked with you to the feast. Yeah so you had been staying in the woodland relm way longer than you had thought you would have been staying.

Thrandul had sat on the end of the table ,while you sat at the side of the table next to him,there was many high elves at the table such as celeborn,Elrond,Lady Galadriel,and many others,you could barely remember any of there names. However there had been wine,you were barely an adult ,let they kept topping up your glass ,no one told you how strong elvish wine was. You were tipsy very quickly,you didnt make much conversation with anyone as you very nervous of saying something innappropriate. Soon as you all had entered the hall ,the music filled your ears it was quiet boring music. So you just lingled around Thranduil , drinking wine ,which was everywhere ,soon you were very loose ,and very close to Thranduil. Basically jumping around him, that was until a slightlly up beat song started playing. "Thranduil I am going to go danceeeeee." you had spoke excitely ,gripping the kings arm he had simply nodded.

You had skipped off to the dance floor,letting out a "wooooooo" hitting your fist in the air,Thranduil watched you as you tucked a part of your dress into your short legging shorts,he had gasped at your action as your whole thigh was revealed. You began dancing like you were doing just dance to umbrella,singing the lyrics,pointing to Thranduil ,gesturing him to join he shook his head,you shrug at him. You had learnt this not only because of tom holland but as a child you loved just dance and memorized the movements.

"you have my heart

And we'll never be worlds apart

Maybe in magazines

But you'll still be my star

Baby, 'cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you, I'll always share"

you had began,as the elves had changed the music to suit the music , you smirked at heart you had gestured to Thranduil,who's face was a beet,he couldnt deny he liked it.

"When the sun shine, we shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh"

you gestured under your dress before ,winking at Thranduil,before pulling the dress off swiftly,causing the elves to gasp ,leaving you in a tight black corset from Thorin and black shorts,you threw the dress at Arwen mouthing keep it.These fancy things

"Will never come in between

You're part of my entity

Here for infinity

When the war has took its part

When the world has dealt its cards

If the hand is hard

Together we'll mend your heart."

You strut over Thorin ,high and might ,getting very close ,before turing and dropping your ass slightly grazes him ,before flicking a leg out then bring it back in and doing the same with the other. Before standing up quickly,facing him wipping the back of your hands down his face before going back the dance floor.

"When the sun shine, we shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh"

Thranduil stares at you,licking his lips at your performance,he was deeply attracted to you there was no doubt about that. You skin glittering in the light as it reflected onto your sweat,

"It's rainin', rainin'

Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin'

Baby, come here to me

Come into me

It's rainin', rainin'

Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin'"

you finished off ,voice hurting slightly,before grabbing a glass of wine chugging it,bow at the elves that claped for you, smiled brightly,they hadnt seen anything like that ever. You didnt get to anything else before Thranduil practically run at you. You had revealed you love Thranduil ,in your song, He cupped your cheeks gently with his large hands before he pressed his soft lips against yours ,the elves around you clap around you,as you both kiss passionately.

"will you marry me,y/n?" he spoke once you both pulled away,you nod eagarly before pressing your lips to his quickly,you bow once more before pulling out of the hall,he thanks everyone for coming as you walk out.

lets just say you dont bite his cock off,you went to visit Thorin with Thranduil the next day , they put aside their differences for you ,as Thranduil tells them about your stunt ,not about the boner he hid when you slut dropped infront of him.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #thranduil #the hobbit imagines

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mingisblackgf · 5 years

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ATEEZ Reaction to Idol S/O Performing a Cool Concept

Request: ATEEZ reaction to idol s/o performing a cool concept? (kinda like CLC hobogoblin vibe of you need inspo) also love your content

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hey all! i’m back with another requested imagine, woo! i’m doing another one of those bullet point, headcannon-esque imagines! hope you guys like this <333

Hongjoong

would be ACTUALLY THE HAPPIEST MAN ON THE PLANET

he’d be all down for you to do a badass concept, he’d probably suggest how you can improve at it

he’d be your #1 supporter!! the one who’s always texting you to kill it, front row at all your shows

CHEERS LIKE A MADMAN FOR YOU

“that’s my baby! damn!”

already knew you were hot so it isn’t like he’s shook or anything

confident that you could pull it off !!! always telling you did a good job!!!

always soothing ur worries n hugs you after every stage

“i love you, you did so well”

Seonghwa

actually a little shocked at first when he saw the concept

knew you had it in you, but didn’t think that your group would ever do it AND pull it off

“wow, y/n, i always knew you were a bad bitch but-”

more like your best friend than your boyfriend anyway but would ALWAYS be protective and supportive when the time came

he’d be happy that you were doing what you wanted no matter what

forehead kisses after every stage !!!!

probably helps you pick out outfits for your stages

Yunho

your dedicated hand holder for life right here

ok so he found out you were doing a cool/badass concept like him

thinks it’s cute as hell that YOU of all people that are doing a cool concept

because you’re really not that cool

would be pleasantly surprised that you pulled the concept off

“i can’t believe you’re trying to be me, y/n”

really REALLY proud of you though

would probably send a dozen roses to your dressing room

still sees you as his dorky partner, but really likes the change in concept for you

Yeosang

his mind?????????? blown

saw the stage, concept, music video x209348350089495 times

“is this really you, y/n?”

doesn’t believe that his babie is out here trying to do something different

also doesn’t know how to speak to you after seeing you on stage

he’s so proud he doesn’t know what to do besides hug you

thinks you’re a different person

“who are you and what did you do with y/n”

San

THE MOST LOUD AND ANNOYING BOYFRIEND EVER

your BIGGEST cheerleader though!!!!

he probably watched the premiere of your music video with popcorn in hand and you on facetime (if you weren’t with him)

literally the craziest for you

probably calls you with complaints

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!”

he’s >:( and you’re DYING

promotes you to the other guys and to pretty much everyone he knows basically

runs a secret stan account for you and your group

“anyways so stream __________”

Mingi

similar to san in the way that he’s cheering for you OBNOXIOUSLY

would turn your part to the max so EVERYONE can hear it

sometimes just watches you with his jaw slack

instantly falls for your charm all over again EVERY time

each time you’re on screen he replays the part and feels personally attacked

“WOOOOOOO GO Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

IMMENSELY proud of you for pulling off a badass concept

probably never thought of you in that position

brags !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“see them? THATS MY BABY”

Wooyoung

ok so WOOYOUNG... whew

he knows of course it’s your job to be charming to the masses but would have a LITTLE bit of a jealous streak

your concept is kinda sexy so you’d do a lot of sexy gestures so he’d be sorta uncomfy with the idea of creeps and pervs beating their dicks to you

but is still really proud of you and for putting yourself out there

calls you constantly bc jealously and just because he wants to hear your voice

“you’re such a tease, y/n, i swear”

he’d be literally drooling at the image of you

doesn’t even try to hide his affection for you, watches the stages with adoring eyes

Jongho

so jongho tries to play it off like your new badass concept isn’t wrecking him

he literally can’t

but he’s a mess ???? he doesn’t know what to do with himself

probably watches with a straight face but can’t help the smile that creeps up when your part comes up or when there’s a closeup of you

he’s probably really soft for you nonetheless

“wow, look at you, y/n”

quietly really proud of you and lets you know

his hugs and kisses tell you all you need to know about how he feels

kinda speechless ???

thank you all for reading! send in requests for whoever you wanna see! <333

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drowseoftaylor · 5 years

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Could you do a fluffy fic where Brian is in college and he really really likes the reader but he’s very shy so all the times he’s tried to ask her out/talk to her the words didn’t come out, and she gets kinda tired of waiting so she makes he first move instead and he’s taken aback?

hi sorey this took so long I’m a terrible person but here we go (and I’m writing this on mobile so hopefully the format or anything isn’t shit) (not proof read deal w it)

Brian was the quiet kid in the front of the room who always kept to himself

He wasn’t really going out of his way to look for a girlfriend as he was primarily focused on his physics studies and his new band called smile

Brian shifts through his bag to find his calculator at the start of class as this is the first day of the new semester and Brian always liked to look prepared before the professor came in

The bell was seconds away from ringing and everyone was in the lecture hall softly speaking to thier neighbors and really to learn as an empty seat next to him sat

Brian didn’t think much of it as Professor Baker walked in and placed his coffee mug and bag down on his desk

“Welcome young, scientists! This class is Astrophysics 101, you’re all in the right room, correct?”

His eyes scanned the room and heads nodded and a “yes” was murmured here and there

“Great, let’s get started with-“

Suddenly the professor was cut off by the sound of the lecture hall door slamming open and the sound of someone running down the stairs to the front of the auditorium like room to fill in the vacant seat at the front of class

Brian, like everyone else, turned their heads and watched this girl messily scurry to a desk and quickly slag her bag off then slumping down in her seat and not making eye contact with anyone

“Ah, thank you for joining us, Miss?” The professor walked closer to her desk smiling slightly

“Miss Y/L/N.” You said a little smug, not really knowing why you got put in this class anyway. You were an English major for Christ’s sake. What did you care about space for?

“Mm. First impressions are everything, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Y/L/N?” Professor Baker said pushing his glasses back on his face and then turning away to walk back to his desk to write something down

“Whatever you say.” You say and roll your eyes. You were not really in the mood for another teacher with a stick up thier ass. How were you ever supposed to get thorough this class?

Professor Baker shrugged the situation off and began going over the content and syllabus for the class and your brian immediately zoned out

Your hand dropped down to the front pouch of your bag and you pulled a cherry red lolly and began eating it while looking around the class at all the bored faces surrounding you

When your eyes landed on the curly haired boy next to you, your heart skipped a little. He was so fucking cute

Brian had been staring at you ever since you walked (well, ran) in. The way you were dressed. He loved the clothes you wore. A black and red plaid skirt with black fishnet leggings matched with a black leather jacket and a white band tee. Doc Martens too. You look so cool. Your red lipstick. Your beautiful hair. The way you carried yourself. The way you crossed your legs and looked like you had a million things to say yet no one to tell them too.

He could tell you were different from him. But not really. He couldn’t really explain it. But he wanted to know you so so bad. His heart swelled. He had never felt so strongly about a girl before. You were just so...beautiful.

You looked over and him and gave him a wink and small wave before turning your gaze back up front. Brian felt heat creep up his cheek and his stomach flutter. He felt like a teenager in love. Were you even real?

As class was dismissed, Brian was far too shy to say anything to you so he quickly tried to pack up all his things and leave before you could stop him

Right as he got up out of his seat, he heard your voice from behind.

“Hey! Excuse me, could you tell me where “Shakespeare in the Now” class is at? I’m new and I don’t really know my way around yet.” You softly chuckled and looked up at him. Wow he was tall. Beautiful too, no doubt.

“Um, yeah. I’m actually headed my way towards the English department myself. Wanna walk together?” Brian’s palms started to sweat a little and his throat started to dry up. How was someone as beautiful as you talking to him?

“Oh yes, that’d be great!” You said as you walked in front of him and gave him a warm smile as you look back. A warm smile in which he returns.

As you walk across the grass in a comfortable silence. Brian musters up the courage to break it and say. “Shakespeare in the Now, huh? Pretty eccentric name for a class.”

You smile and laugh lightly at that. “Yeah well, I’m a total English nerd, you know? Wanna be a professor myself one day.”

Brian’s face lights up. “Ah, so you want a PhD as well?”

“Yes! I’ve always loved school, believe it or not from my entrance today.” You pause and both laugh lightly.

“I promise I’m never late to my English courses.” You say putting a light hand on Brian’s forearm and his heart rate quickens a little.

“Oh yeah I’m sure.” He says playfully rolling his eyes and he nudges you a little, causing you to laugh more.

“So, if you’re an English major, why the high level physics class?” Brian asks as you both stop in front a of a Victorian style building.

“It was a requirement for my degree. I’m not really into that kinda stuff. But hey, maybe you could make it more interesting?” you say smiling up at him and he clearly blushes and gets a little flustered and you notice.

“Y-yeah maybe.” He says looking away slightly.

“Well, I gotta go. But I’ll see you Wednesday okay, space boy?” You say holding your handout for a handshake and he kindly follows suit.

“Absolutely Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ew no, call me Y/N. Please. And wait, I never even found out your name?” You say.

“It’s Brian. Brian May.”

“Aw that’s such a nice name,” you say warmly. You let go of his hand and turn to walk into the building.

“Later, Brian May!” You say waving.

You were too far out of reach to hear his response. But he definitely could not wait for Wednesday.

As the weeks went on in your class all he wanted to do was to find the courage to ask you on a proper date. You’ve talked about studying together and things like that, but he wanted more. He wanted to pick you up, take you out to dinner, and treat you like a lady. But he knows he will never have the courage to do so.

Of course, you wanted more too. Luckily for the both of you, you were not too afraid to ask.

Class was particularly hard today and your head was spinning with all this talk of zodiacal dust and things of the sort.

“You okay there, Fitzgerald?”

“Not in the slightest, Galileo.” You relpield with a huff and the look of defeat.

You two had developed nicknames based upon the greats that had done memorable work in your fields of study and it was so cute.

“You know what I was thinking?”

Brian held the door open for you as you both walked out of the hall.

“What?” Brian said with a small smile on his face.

“If I told you something, would you freak out?”

Brian’s hands started to clam up a bit.

“Ah, no I- I don’t think so?” What the hell were you gonna say? Were you gonna break off your friendship? Things had gone so well! Had he done something wrong?

His thoughts were quickly cut off by your voice.

“I really like you, Bri. You make me laugh. You listen. You always have something to offer. You make me love the things I hate. And...I like you. Do you maybe wanna go out properly with me?”

Brian’s heart nearly fell out of his chest. This girl, no, angel, stumbled in his life. Turned it upside down and finally he got his opportunity to treat you like the goddess you were to him.

“I’m so glad you asked Y/N. I’m too much of a wimp to ever ask an amazing, wonderful, beautiful, girl to go out with a guy like me.” Brian grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss.

“So I take it you like me too?” You say smiling up at him wide eyed and almost giddy.

“Absolutely. The Charles Dickens to my Einstein.”

Brian wrapped his long arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him as you walked to your real first date.

“You could’ve at least picked a female author for that analogy you know?” You say lightly pinching his side and he laughs.

“Oh shush. Does it look like I’m the English major here?”

“No space boy. No it doesn’t.” You say with a soft smile as you lean your head on his chest.

Wooooooo okay this was a lot longer than I expected and it’s not proofread because it’s late as fuck but I hope you all liked it!! Feel free to leave requests 💘💘💘

#brian may #queen #queen band #brian harold may #brian may x reader #mine #brian may fluff #holy shit this be long #this actually turned out so cute aw #i wish i was the reader in this so bad oh my lord #ok goodnight

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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Run Eric Run ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

OOOHH THIS IS GONNA BE A CUTE ONE JUST WARNING YOU THIS IS GONNA BE REEEEAL FUCKIN CUTE WOOOOOOO LET'S DO IT PEOPLE IT'S TIME FOR THE GODDAMN CUTENESS UP IN THIS SHIZZ!

TAGGING: @erik-lee-derekson @ericleederekson and @goog-ler-iplier

Eric was running. Eric was running as fast as he could. He was flushed in his cheeks as he rounded another corner, smiling a nervous smile and giggling a nervous giggle as the paps of his bare feet on wood surrounded his senses. Until, heavier footsteps came to his attention. That made him run faster you see....because Eric Derekson was being chased down by a being of immense determination, tactical ability....and implicit playfulness. Eric turned his head to glance behind him, and quickened his pace with a squeak when he saw a flash of blue. The being was gaining on him....the footsteps got faster and closer and faster and closer until-!

'Gotcha!'

Google Blue hoisted Eric into his chest with only one arm, making Eric squeal and giggle happily. The android smirked fondly at the wriggly little human in his grasp...Eric was truly the cutest specimen that he had ever encountered before. Google treated him to a little spin before setting the giggly man back on his feet. Eric looked up at Google through his spectacles as the droid looked down at Eric through his own. Google smiled.

'You are getting faster, which is rather impressive.'

Eric blushed bashfully and looked to the floor, tapping his feet softly. Yes....his feet. After the situation regarding the accident with Eric's family, and the subsequent use of cheap and badly maintained prosthetic feet for Eric, was known by all the Ipliers, Google was the first to propose the development of some proper replacements for the lost body parts. Google remembered when he had first told Eric, and when Eric had clung to him weeping with gratitude Google had decided then and there that he was going to make it his primary objective never to see such tears rolling down the cheeks of Eric Derekson. Thus, Google had somewhat become the affectionate surrogate-uncle to Eric, which I think we can all agree is pretty damn precious.

'R-Really?'

Eric stuttered with his bashfulness as he looked back up at the smart, intelligent droid. Eric thought he was just beyond cool, and he wanted to be as clever as him one day...or at least, as clever as his human brain could be in comparison to his android-ness. Google smiled.

'Definitely. Come, let us run diagnostics.'

Eric couldn't keep the happy smile from his face as Google led him to the nearby couch, wherein Google sat so that Eric could lie down and prop his feet up on the droid's lap. Google rolled up Eric's sweatpants to reveal where the prosthetics connected to Eric's legs. The prosthetics essentially were to replace Eric's feet, ankles, and the lower thirds of his shins, which did somewhat present a challenge since the prosthetics wouldn't be starting at a joint, but Google oh so enjoyed a challenge. After cultivating material synthesised from Eric's DNA and Google's own synthetic flesh, he created a flesh that Eric's body would accept when it was connected to him.

The prosthetics were connected via fields of enhanced kinetic energy, so no extra surgery was required to attach them, and so that any discomforts of rubbing or damage to the ends of Eric's legs could be avoided. Eric was in awe of them....they looked like his real feet. On top of that....he could feel them too, courtesy of....some advanced nerve relay technology that was complicated as hell. Eric smiled as Google picked them up, getting Eric to point and rotate and wiggle them every which way as the familiar queries came through.

'Any discomfort in the connection to your shins?'

'Nope!'

'Any numbness, pain, or unprompted cramps?'

'Nope!'

'Mobility is still unrestricted?'

'Darn righty!'

Google rolled his eyes fondly at Eric, who was giggling....a lot. He couldn't help it! This entire scenario just made him giddy beyond belief, he was getting his feet back, his actual feet! It was INSANE! Eric was happy and entranced by his own giddy thoughts as Google went about doing a few more minor checks. He used his fingertips to exhibit little taps and flicks up Eric's soles and over his toes, just to check that the receptors were working at 100% capacity; he was expecting the littlest unconscious twitches and flinches...but he got a little more than that.

'O-.....o-oh.....'

Eric had suddenly gasped and sat up straight, lips parted as tears suddenly seemed to spring to his eyes. Google felt a deep unease in his stomach at seeing Eric react in such a way, what had he done?!

'Eric? What happened? What is wrong? You are in the process of tearing up, you are upset...what has upset you? What degree of pain are you in Eric?!'

For the supposedly 'least emotional' of the Googles, he sure was exhibiting a hell of a lot of worry right now. That was because he WAS worried. He was worried that he'd miscalculated something and somehow caused Eric pain or discomfort, or both; the fact that Eric didn't reply straight away worried Google even more. Nevertheless, Google tried to bite back the rest of his rambling so that Eric would have a chance to reply to him. Eric, after a few moments, with tears glistening in his eyes, looked to Google and whispered.

'G-G-Google that-.....th-that t-tickled.....'

Okay, that wasn't a bad thing...or was it a bad thing? No...no, Eric was smiling, it wasn't a bad thing. Oh thank god it wasn't a bad thing. Google stayed quiet however, since he could sense that Eric had a lot more to say. Google didn't understand why someone could become so emotional so instantly from simply the realisation of ticklishness...he was about to understand though. Eric took a deep breath...he was still reeling from the sensations. Those were sensations that he hadn't felt at his feet for a long...long time.

'U-Uhm....b-b-before the a-accident....I had uhm....I had th-the most sensitive f-feet ever....I w-would get tickled on them a-all the time. I haven't felt t-ticklish there in s-so long it just....I-I'd forgotten h-how amazing it was....'

Google was the one reeling now, and if you think that saline fluid started to build up in the eyes of the most advanced, calculated, emotionless android ever just from these words...then you'd be absolutely right. Google could never fathom what it would be like to lose a limb, because re-assembling or developing a new one was so easy for him that to imagine not having a body part for the rest of your life was something that wouldn't really happen to him. Now Google was remembering...Eric was a young human person who would have always thought, since the accident, that he'd never have feet again. Google could also see now that Eric was now starting to border onto feeling more downcast emotions as evident memories of the accident started coming back. Google was not going to let that happen. He thought over Eric's words...he looked to Eric's feet, and then back to Eric with bright, inspired eyes.

'How about I remind you then? For ah...scientific purposes of course.'

Eric had been about to spiral down into a stupour of bad memories, until Google's voice penetrated through the clouds in his mind. Eric blinked a few times and looked to the droid, eyebrows furrowed a little as he tried to process what he was saying. Remind him...remind him-? No....no way he wouldn't actually-? Eric's cheeks went a bright, and thankfully happy, pink. Eric started fidgeting as he realised what Google was asking...what he wanted to do to him. What he wanted to do for him. The bashful man nodded, his feet twitching as he replied softly.

'Oho w-w-.....h-heh u-uhm....y-yeahokaysure.....'

Google's face lit up at hearing Eric agree, and he immediately set about curling an arm over Eric's feet so that they were properly secured in his lap now. Eric was already smiling. Excellent. Google's shining blue eyes roamed over Eric's feet as he let out some playful, thoughtful hums; he was strategizing his approach, his attacks. The droid began by carefully and experimentally tracing little circles over both of Eric's heels, and to Google's delight, Eric started giggling.

'Does this tickle nicely?'

Google mused in a crooning tone of voice as he glanced to Eric, who was absolutely flustered and in shock from hearing Google be so teasy. Nevertheless, he nodded amidst his stammery reply.

'Y-Y-Yeheheah....'

Google let out a strong, satisfied hum, before musing teasingly once more.

'Excellent...you should be pleased to know that from this point on, things will only tickle more and more...'

Eric let out an initial flustered splutter, before descending into a far more bouncy giggle fit as Google deftly scratched at his heels with his blunt nails. This was amazing...just amazing. Eric would have just wept if he hadn't been laughing. His eyes were wide and his face was getting pinker as he squeaked with his joyful, adorable disbelief.

'Ohohoho my gohod-ohojeheezohjeezohojeez....'

Eric was letting out little, comical puffs of air in an attempt to control his breathing and regulate his giggling. Google certainly couldn't have his little tickle subject trying to restrain himself though. The droid smirked as a spontaneous idea came to his mind, and he felt a warm spark of sadistic delight flare up in his chest as he suddenly dragged his nails up the lengths of Eric's soles. Google bore an evil sneer as he purred.

'Problem?'

Not only was Google's faked obliviousness flustering as hell, but Eric had to hide his face in his hands to try and hide from the spontaneous tickling itself! He'd let out quite the shocked squeal before trying to hide himself, giggling sweetly as he exclaimed.

'EEEK-yohohou meheanie!'

Google chuckled, amused at seeing how the obliviousness and the tickling affected Eric, and so he kept it all up.

'Whatever do you mean?'

The android's nails were dragging up and down Eric's soft, tender soles without mercy or faltering. Eric was consumed by the torrents of squeals and mad giggle fits he ended up letting out, and his eyes were wide with how the tickling felt...he remembered how it used to feel...he remembered how he loved it.

'Nahaha-EEK! Thahahat t-t-tihihickles s-sohoho bahad-EEE!'

Eric was happy, and thus Google was happy. Google was overjoyed at seeing Eric react like this, and he felt rather proud since HE was the one making Eric laugh and squeal like this.

'Really? I hadn't noticed-'

'THAT'SABIGFIB!'

Google raised his brows, letting out a surprised laugh as his purr was interrupted by Eric's flustered wail. Google adored how Eric was trying his very best to defy him...but that didn't mean that Google was going to let such incivility pass without reprimand.

'You do realise that it is remarkably rude to interrupt someone, don't you?'

Google sneered once more, before setting about holding Eric's feet together so he could scratch hard and fast at his inner arches. If you thought that Eric's squeals were high-pitched before, now they were on just another level of shrillness.

'EEEEHEHEHEE OHONOHOHO-IHI'M SAHARRY!'

Eric cried out as his giggles morphed into wild laughter, and he ended up using his forearms to try and hide his face now as his embarrassment truly reached its peak. Eric back was also sharply arched in response to the new, evil tickle torture; whilst Eric's reactions were wild however, Google remained oh so smugly calm.

'Are you really? I am not convinced...'

Google just kept scratching and scratching, endeavouring to not only give Eric all the tickling that he could possibly desire, but also to help satisfy his own need to have a human shrieking and wriggling in his evil grasp. Yeah, pffft, Google wasn't a sadist...mostly.

'PLEHEHEHEEEASE PLEASEPLEHEHEASE NAHAHA!!'

Google hummed softly, regarding Eric's begs with a teasy amount of deliberation...before momentarily stopping the movements of his fingers because, and don't repeat this, Google did somewhat care. Eric gasped into his hands before hurriedly, and embarrassedly, wiping the sweat off his face as he looked at Google through his spectacles with giddy excitement and trepidation. Google made him think of his brother's...they'd been such amazing, evil ticklers too. Google smirked, and Eric trembled, glancing to his feet as he saw Google's hands starts to move again. His fingers were oh so slowly walking up Eric's twitching feet.

'Oh Eric....you are ever so tempting when you beg like that....it makes me never want to stop...'

Google purred, to which Eric let out a flustered series of whimpers and whines...he knew Google was building up the anticipation to something truly diabolical. Eric hurried to catch his breath as he felt those soft fingertips crawling up closer and closer towards his toes, but he was already giggling from it all.

'P-P-Plehehease ohogosh-Ihi cahan't tahake the tickles!'

Eric tried to implore through his whines as he gazed at Google, and Google had to admit that he could see pleading flickers in Eric's doe-like eyes. However...he saw excitement more. Google paused his fingers, and simply chuckled.

'Unfortunately...science has no sympathy.'

Eric's eyes widened, and he just shrieked. He shrieked because of what Google had decided to do to him. Google was holding his toes steady on one foot, and was taking his sweet, sweet time to scratch the little pad of every single one of Eric's toes. It was agony, ACTUAL ticklish agony.

'AAHHHAHAHA NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOES!!'

Eric was hysterical with laughter and squeals, and even the occasional scream, as his body arched sharply and writhed about on the couch. Google merely smirked.

'Oh yes the toes, no part of you can escape this....no part of you at all.'

Eric was just consumed by joy amidst all of his mirth. It tickled...it actually tickled. His feet existed again and were being tickled. It was like all the memories of them being tickled in the past were coming back and being re-enacted all at once. Eric was nearly overwhelmed with how joyful he was, and thus could only wail and wail and wail as the toes of his other foot were soon given the same treatment.

'AHAHAHAHAHHH GOHOHOOGY OHOHOHAHAHA!!'

Google may not have been able to read people's minds, but he could read people to some degree...and they amount of joy he was reading from Eric was off the scale. Google almost felt like his could see it...like he could actually see and feel the soft tendrils and waves of happiness bursting out of Eric, and coming forward to caress him and make him feel the same joy. That was what it felt, yes felt, like for Google anyway.

'Has little Eric reached his breaking point?'

Google then softly purred, because as much as he was enjoying reducing Eric to this mad mess, he cared for him and wanted him to always be within the parameters of okay. At this point, all Eric could really do was nod, and that was all Google needed to see to spur him to have mercy. He stopped, and Eric heaved out a huge gasp before panting and tittering residually, letting out little 'hics' and whines as he slowly scrunched his feet up....there were even ghost tickles.

'Ohohoho...m-m-.....ahahh....wohohoah....'

Eric was wide eyed and trembling, but smiling like the sweetest of angels. He ended up purring happily and needily when Google pulled him into his warm, whirring chest. Eric instinctively nuzzled and nestled in close, since the humming of Google's core always had this special ability of easing his anxiety and lulling him into relaxation. Google looked down at his little human and stroked his hair, murmuring gently.

'Was it too much?'

Eric smiled lazily and shook his head, his eyes getting heavier and soon shutting as the last of Eric's conscious words came out as a murmured slur.

'....it was jus' like I remembered....'

Just like that, he was asleep and content...and Google had fluid flowing down his cheeks as he smiled down at the bundle of purity in his arms. He kissed Eric's head as his words swirled around in Google's mind...he knew that those words had so much meaning in their depths...and thus, the android was so, so happy.

WOOOPPP HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOO WOOO LUV YOUS XX

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presentmic69 · 5 years

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Alright so this is going to be a fun post and I totally didn't type it up in notepad so I wouldn't risk losing it via refreshing. Basically this post is just going to be a mess of like. The lore ideas I have for my Saints Row insert. General warning for spoilers if you haven't played the games yet, and also mass confusion because it's fucking wild. Also warnings for death, abuse, human trafficking, prostitution, gangs, violence, drowning, dodgy politicians, kidnappings, missing children, cancer, guns, assults, implied sexual abuse, and probably more stuff like that. Saint's Row kinda is dark like that. So please don't feel like you gotta read this lorepost if that stuff will harm u!!

So my self insert for Saints Row takes the position of the Boss (ie the player character throughout most of the games.). She generally follows the same events as the boss, but her timeline and when events actually occur is different. Also her personality is a little varied but probably closest to the Laura Bailey voice except she knows how to technology a little. The Saints Row timeline is canonically fucked to hell so legally I have to change dates around. And by fucked I mean some events in the 3rd game occur after the Earth is Destroyed bc nobody checked the dates. Also my bosses age is changed so that she's not an adult in SRTT, cos Matt would be 16 then and like. That dodgy.

So instead we have a 12 yr old running around shooting stuff for 4 years beforehand. Great! Alright here we go this is the rough lore I have so far in the worlds worst text post.

"Lee", born Emily Hart, was born and raised in the UK on February 17th, 2000, in North West London. She was mainly raised by her grandparents as her parents were somewhat absent in her life. This went on for a good 12 years, where Lee went to primary school and started secondary; became a cub scout, and generally had a decent upbringing. This all changed when her grandparents both died of cancer suddenly when she was 12. Being left with only her mother and uncle, she felt distant from her family, and soon enough her life was changed forever once again.

"Reports are coming in that a British child has potentially been abducted in Central London earlier this week. It was reported previously that Emily Hart, a twelve year old girl from North West London, had not returned home on Tuesday night. The family feared that she had perhaps run away due to stress in the family over a recent death, and appealed for the public to encourage her to come home. However, the case took a tragic turn when police uncovered CCTV footage that appeared to show someone matching the description of Emily being taken from the streets and loaded into a van. Roadblocks were put in place, but no van matching the description was found. The number plates reportedly came back as stolen, and the CCTV footage was too grainy to see the identities of the kidnappers. The Hart family is appealing for any information about this tragic case to come forward, and police believe if they act quickly enough, they will be able to bring Emily home safely."

- A news report, probably.

The Morningstar gang had kidnapped Lee in plain sight in the middle of the day on the busy streets of London. It was practically unheard of for this kind of thing to happen. She was first taken to Belgium, and then over to Mexico via ship. At this point Viola and Kiki took over handling her, and they were both not too comfortable with the idea of handing off a 12 year old to anyone. But there was not much they themselves could do without putting themselves in danger. They handed Lee a couple of hundred bucks, let her go, and told her to run. And run she did. Lee eventually found herself stowing away in a truck with gun shipments bound for the border, which just so happened to be heading to Stilwater.

The truck in question was stopped by the Saints when it reached Stilwater, cos they all wanted some fresh new guns without having to pay. They kind of weren't expecting to find a missing British child in the back of the truck hiding amongst toppled over crates. Lee ended up remaining with the Saints, refusing to even try going home as she felt more of a kinship with them than she ever had her remaining family. She was canonized, did odd jobs here and there in return for a place to sleep and some cash for food, and generally tried to make herself as useful as possible. Johnny started to become like an older brother figure to her. Shit hits the fan and Lee is kidnapped once again and almost drowns in a sunken car as a couple of her friends die in said car. She starts to become unhinged, and long story short, kills the police chief in a Yacht explosion, which leaves her in a coma for a year.

By the time she wakes up, Johnny is on trial for like a lot of murder and about to be sentenced to death. Carlos breaks Lee out of prison, and she breaks Johnny out of court. Lee takes up the position of leader of the saints, despite being like literally 14 ish at this point. Lee recruits some more people, more people die, and the saints end up taking over the company Ultor, which leads them to becoming celebs.

A year after that, the Saints hit Steelport, and start to mess with the Syndicate. Johnny dies in a bank heist gone wrong, and all of the saints funds are drained by Matt Miller under the order of Phillipe Loren. Lee wants revenge for Johnny's death and hunts down Phillipe, messing with some of the Morningstars operations before eventually killing him. She recruits some more people and sets her sights on the Deckers, taking them down after dealing with Matt and beating him in a cyberspace duel. She lets him live and he flees to the UK. With the Deckers out of the way she knows that the Luchadores would be easier to finish off, and sets her sights on them. She humiliates Killbane, defeats the Luchadores and defeats STAG too. At some point she kidnaps Matt's favourite actor because that's a plot point the game has for some reason.

Matt gets hired by MI6, and teams up with the Saints, who are teaming up with them to stop a terror organization lead by the ex STAG leader. Evil dude launches a nuke after falling into molten metal or something and Lee ends up like climbing the nuke to disarm it. Everyone confesses shit to her and I shit you not this is literally what happens in game I'm not making stuff up here. She disarms the nuke, jumps tf off it and crash lands in the White House. (At this point in game the boss becomes the President of the USA but I might change that a little because Lee will legit be 16 which is. Too funny. But if she is then fuck it I mean. It's Trump or her right??? If we're using irl logic.)

It's now 2020 and Matt arrives in the USA to warn Lee that aliens are coming. She doesn't believe him. Aliens come and abduct everyone. I hate this fucking game.

Lee is trapped in a simulation, NOT the 1950s sitcom one I haven't worked out what hers is gonna be yet but it'll Hurt. She escapes, Earths blown up, she saves Matt, they bone, they save everyone else, they kill evil aliens, dating happens, wooooooo.

And that’s basically the like lore lore overview. Generally she follows the flow of the saints games but they occur in wildly different years and much closer together.

SR1- 2012 SR2- 2014 SRTT- 2015 SRIV- 2020

I have yet to work out if GOOH will occur in her timeline, and if so, which ending would be canon. Although with the power of AUS we can do all of them. Also she totally has an Agents of Mayhem AU and Matt is actually present bc hes important. Also many other AUs.

TLDR: saints row is crazy

#aj.txt #if u have any questions pls ask #check the bold for tws

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larjathanguan · 6 years

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(young) Sirius Black x reader

Summary: You're an animagus just like the Marauders and can turn into a cat. You don't know about Remus' secret but want to find out why the guys always go out once a month at nigh. Soo one day you decide to follow them and let's just say it doesn't go all that well.

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Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was probably the only school whose teacher was an animagus... nah just kidding! You're pretty sure that some schools have an animagus for a teacher but what they certainly do not have is a group of five unregistered animagus. Who are on top of all just students. Yup, when it comes to this your school wins the whole line.

Being the girlfriend of Sirius Black is the most awesome thing but also a disaster at the same time. First of all, his group of friends- the Marauders come as a package deal which can get quite annoying once in a while. Second of all, him being a dog while you're a cat is also kind of hard but at the same time it's a proof of the saying that opposites attract. Third and last of all, he keeps things from you... especially when it comes to Remus and the group's disappearance every once in a month. You tried to ask your boyfriend many times but he always gave you a very unconvincing excuse to which you dropped the subject not wanting to pry too much. Surely he would tell you once he was ready.

But alas your curiosity got the best of you and you decided to sneak off to see what it was all about. And here you are, well not really you but a cat, sitting behind one of the many roots of the Whomping Willow waiting for something to happen. Just a minute ago your boyfriend and his friends disappeared in the hole leading to what you would bet all your money led to the Shrieking Shack. Sure you are curious but after seeing the condition Remus was in you have your theories and you do not need them proved true by getting yourself killed.

"Arh-wooooooo!" well shit! Just as a big paw stomps right next to you, you scramble and start running away from the werewolf who once used to be your nerdy friend Remus. Unfortunately you let out a panicked hiss which startles the werewolf and it swipes at you with a big clawed paw. A sound weird even for a cat escapes you as it makes contact with your side, thankfully not penetrating the skin, but since you're so small your body soars through the air. You land on all four and hiss at the werewolf angrily as your side feels like it has been set on fire. Seeing the somewhat guilty expression on the werewolf's face you ignore the pain in your side for now and as elegantly as you can stalk your way to him. Nuzzling your whole body into his long bony leg you let out what you hope sounds like a soothing purr.

Just when Remus or Moony calms down three animals stumble out of the opening in the ground. If you weren't in your cat form you would have raised your brow before laughing your ass off. First scurries out a panicked rat, which you assume is Peter, squeaking erratically. Right after struts out a big stag, probably James, who has a black shaggy dog hanging on one of his antlers. Definitely Sirius. If they do this every night of the full moon you're actually pissed that you didn't get to see this earlier. After nudging you with his maw, into your uninjured side, Moony looks at the trio in what you could say is a disappointed and annoyed face.

"Meow!" never has there been so much amusement in your voice as now and it doesn't take long before the black dog releases James' antler and lands on the ground looking around wildly trying to find the source of the sound aka you.

"Meoow!" this time your voice is startled as Sirius sets off into your direction just barely missing you as you scurry up on to a branch. Bloody mutt! Sirius is jumping like crazy at the bottom of the tree barking at you. Sure, you and Sirius have interacted many times in your animagus forms but it always takes time for him to notice that you're not just some random cat. You haven't seen the rest of the group on their animagus form until tonight but it wasn't that hard to guess since their nicknames gave it away quite easily... also the stag was wearing glasses. Merlin what have allowed to be born?

You send a warning hiss in Sirius' direction who finally stops with the barking but still stands on his back legs and his front paws pressed against the trunk of the tree. Shaking your head you stalk across the branch and hop onto James' back before taking his glasses, which he was trying to not successfully shake off his head, between your teeth delicately and scurrying off into the hole until you come to a stop inside the Shrieking Shack where you hop onto a table and set the glasses on it. Making your way back quickly you're once again amused when you see James and Sirius hoping around Moony playfully while Peter is squeaking in fear since he's sitting on James back, which might you add looks very unstable.

Not in a good enough condition to play around with them you find a good place in the grass where you lay down and watch them. Before you know it your eyes are closed and you fall asleep only waking up when you hear the four idiots once again disappear in the hole. Not too long after you stretch your body you see them walking out again and go to run off but Sirius is faster and grabs you before bringing you into his arms close to his chest. Clever bastard.

"What are you doing here? You could have gotten hurt." his voice is soft but scolding.

"Meow."

"Oh don't look at me like that, I'm mad at you." I nuzzle into his chest cockily trying to say 'no you're not and we both know it'. You blink your eyes at him still a little sleepy while stretching again. "You're cute." he says grinning and rubbing your head affectionately which elites a satisfied purr from you. When you notice you're in the school and close to the infirmary you jump out of his arms and turn back to your human form which brings back all the pain. Hissing through your teeth quietly you hold your side before straightening up and turning to the four boys with an innocent smile.

"Hi guys!" you say cheerily trying to hide the pain so Remus won't feel guilty.

"(Y/N) you shouldn't have done that, I could've hurt you." Remus mutters tiredly but with worry lacing his voice.

"Not to worry Rem, I'm completely fine! You're all so adorable though." you say cheekily and chuckling when you see the blush dusting all of their faces, all but Sirius' whose is spread into a loving smile.

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"Okay boys, good as new. Now hurry up to your dorms." madam Pomfrey's voice is quiet but stern. The boys nod their heads and head out of the door with you following.

"Sirius." you whisper to get your boyfriend's attention once your out of the room.

"Yes?" he asks as he comes to stand in front of you.

"I noticed that madam Pomfrey still has a lot of work so I'll stay and help her a bit so she gets some sleep, okay?" you lie with a smile, yes you were going to stay but not to help. You needed your side checked out but didn't want the guys to know. It was your own mistake. Sirius seems to believe you because he smiles.

"Fine, but once you're done you could come to our dorm. I want to cuddle with my girl." his words make warmth spread through your cheeks before you lean in and kiss him.

"Of course now go before Filch sees you." you say with a small laugh.

"Hmm, love you." Sirius mumbles before pressing a last kiss to your lips and then he's on his way. With a smile still on your face you walk back into the infirmary to be greeted with a knowing look from madam Pomfrey.

"You know what they say miss (Y/L/N/)?" she asks you and you send her a questioning look. "Curiosity killed the cat." she says with a smile as she guides you to sit down so she can get a look at the already forming bruise.

"Yes of course, but they also say that satisfaction brought it back." you say grinning but that turns into a wince of pain as you get hit in the back of your head in a scolding kind of way. Totally worth it.

- the end -

#young sirius black #harry potter #hogwarts #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader

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sunshinekookie · 6 years

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BTS Reaction: You Make Them Laugh on V-Live

A/N: GOD I MISSED YOU GUYS! I have missed writing so much but now I’m not busy anymore woooOOOo! that means i’ll be a lot more active on here. anyways ENJOY!

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

He was busy doing an Eat Jin when you came over. He had texted you through out it telling you to come over. You walked through the door, thankfully, behind the computer. You didn’t even do anything to be funny it was just knowing you had to be quiet made you almost laugh out loud. Jin saw your face as you held back laughter causing him to chuckle a little. The chat flooded with confused comments asking what was so funny. Jin instantly said his good byes shutting the show off. “(y/n)! You can’t make me laugh like that!” he said laughing getting up and hugging you. “I’m sorry Jinnie” you smiled looking up at him. “It’s alright. I needed an excuse to get off early anyways” he said looking back at you before kissing your forehead.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi did a solo live just talking about the new album and how every thing was going. He was watching the chat, but glanced up for a second to look at you. You were just sitting on your phone doing nothing, but it still made him smile. He got up going behind the camera and attacked you with kisses on your face. You gave him a look like “what are you doing??” He just smiled back at you returning to his place. “Sorry, something fell on the floor...” he trailed off looking at you again. The chat instantly flooded with theories because everyone knew nothing fell on the floor. Yoongi just continued to look at you ignoring the live currently happening.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Hoseok was about to go live to just let ARMY ask some questions. He was being clingy before he left. The basic things like he wouldn’t let you out of his grip and he just kept kissing you. You eventually got out going to the other side of the computer as he started his live. Towards the end of it you started making him laugh. The chat flooded with questions asking why he was laughing. Hoseok turned off the live and ran up to you. He hugged you spinning you around and attacked your face with kisses. “You’re gonna get caught one of these days” he laughed. “I don’t care” you smiled back at him.

Kim Namjoon (RM)

Namjoon was in the middle of his solo live when you got up from your seat. You realized you couldn’t leave with out being seen and you really had to pee. You started waving frantically to get Namjoon’s attention. Namjoon just laughed waving you over. “Guys there is someone I want you to meet...you all have to be nice” he smiled waving you over to him. You slowly walked over standing beside him. “Don’t be shy” he said pulling you down onto his lap. You smiled and waved at the chat awkwardly. Namjoon introduced you and you quickly excused yourself heading towards the bathroom.

Park Jimin

Jimin had brought you along to where they filmed that week’s Run BTS episode so you both could go on a date after it was over. You didn’t even do anything. You were just standing watching the boys do the challenges minding your own business. “Jimin! What’s wrong?” the director asked. “(y/n)!” he said smiling. You threw your hands up in defense saying “I didn’t do anything!” “I know you just make me laugh” he said smiling at you. You sighed as they continued the games. Once it was over Jimin ran over to you pressing kisses all over your face. “You have got to stop distracting me” he smiled at you. “You have got to stop bringing me places like this” you laughed back.

Kim Taehyung (V)

Taehyung was in the middle of his live when you entered the room. You weren’t seen by the camera but you paused instantly making a funny face. Taehyung looked up and began to laugh instantly at your surprised face. He got up and ran to you kissing all over your face. You tried to stay quiet so the live wouldn’t hear you but Taehyung made it difficult by running up to the camera saying “Who wants to meet my girlfriend?” You stared at him mouthing “No” over and over but he just dragged you over to the camera. “THIS is the one who was making me laugh” he smiled showing you off.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had brought you along to a filming of Run BTS. You didn’t mean to make him laugh, but you did. He started to crack up and he couldn’t stop. Everyone was asking what was wrong, but he didn’t answer. Eventually, he got over it. Once he was done filming he ran straight over to you. He hugged you from behind pressing kisses to your cheek. “You’re very distracting you know that?” he said smiling at you. “Maybe, you shouldn’t take me to these places” you laughed back at him. “I know, but I’d miss you too much” he said kissing you right after.

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perahn · 6 years

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Khem Tells A Story

There seemed to be no way out of Katy’s demand – at least, nothing that would not cause more difficulty later – and so Khemuret Xul wracked her brain. She could find, without difficulty, all the spells she had stored there, all of her dreams and memories, all of the facts she had taken such pains to learn, a good deal of history, and a vast quantity of stratagems, but could she find a story for the sorceress?

“A love story,” the half-elf elaborated further. “You know, star-crossed two people, or maybe more, who risk everything to be together, and there’s adventures and misunderstandings and maybe one of them thinks the other is dead but they’re not, then there’s a happy ending and they, you know, do it a lot.”

Of course. She should have guessed.

“Katy, I don’t think Khem wants to–“ Harper began.

“You must know lots of stories, Khem, you’re so smart. I bet you used to sit with your friends at wizard school and swap stories, right? Like ghost stories, everyone loves going ‘woooooooo’ in the middle of the night.”

“Wooooooo?” Shay repeated, presumably puzzled by this new addition to Katy’s vocabulary.

Khem just shook her head. There were so many things wrong with almost everything that came out of Katy’s mouth; sometimes the only thing to do was to give her what she wanted so that your head did not become too cluttered with her nonsense. “There is one story I could tell you. It’s not a love story, its ending is not entirely happy, but it fits most of the rest of your criteria.”

Katy nodded, her dark-smudged eyes growing wider.

Khem inwardly sighed, then looked over to the side of the fire where Jarnath sat - looking insufferably smug, as usual. One of the many people to whom she did not want to tell this story. “It will not be to your taste,” she warned him. “All the characters are female.”

The drow chuckled. “Oh, I think I can endure it. The sight of a Red Wizard telling bedtime stories should prove entertaining enough to make up for any narrative flaws. Besides, this is hardly likely to recur within my lifetime. It would be a shame to miss it.”

“As you will,” Khem said, and thought rapidly for a moment. How could she make this a little safer and easier to tell? “A final warning, then. I will tolerate two interruptions. No more.”

“Per person?” Katy asked.

“In total. If you want to hear all of the story, I suggest you exercise some self-control.”

“I can do that!” the sorceress said, beaming.

It was very unlikely that she would make it even to the middle. Khem closed her eyes, ordered her thoughts and memories, and began.

“There are many versions of this story,” she said, her words falling softly into the ring around the fire. “I believe every Red Wizard has their own, each a little different. Persuading one to tell you, of course, is another matter.” She shrugged, a little self-deprecatingly. “If I were speaking in Mulhorandi, I would tell you of two women, Reha and Nebastis. However, since Common is required, I will name them Ambition and Desire.”

Shay’s eyes met hers across the campfire. Her fellow Thayan knew perfectly well that while ‘Reha’ could be translated as ‘Ambition’ it was never used as a name, and conversely, that ‘Nebastis’ was indeed a name, but it did not mean ‘Desire’. The monk inclined her head slightly and said nothing, as Khem had known she would not. There were some matters in which Shay’s discretion was dependable.

“They had entered the Academy at the same time. Ambition specialised in Divination magic, wanting to uncover all the secrets of the world and use them to strengthen her position. Desire, however, favoured Illusion, so that she could make the world appear the way she wished it. As such, they had been at the Academy for several years before they really noticed each other.

“Both, you see, had chosen to position themselves in the eyes of their peers as quiet and reclusive, competent enough for occasional use, but not threatening enough to require removal. Ambition was very skilled at using this particular ploy to her advantage, and by the time she was fifteen, she had discreetly eliminated three students whom she considered dangerous. Desire, on the other hand, was more reactive in her politics; she had never been considered worth challenging, and she was content with that. Desire might, perhaps, have been the more intelligent of the two, but she was not as cunning as Ambition. She gave an answer, one day in a shared class, that made Ambition notice exactly what she was doing. And so Ambition chose to cultivate Desire, to draw her closer and into alliance.

“Ambition… well, she was beautiful as all Thayans are, and of pure blood, naturally. But Desire was something more. She was…” Khem paused, tried to translate the phrases. She noticed that Jarnath was looking bored and supercilious, while Harper seemed poised to put his hand over Katy’s mouth and silence any potential interruptions. “She was like the Weave itself. She would lick her lips when she was thinking, and the room would fall quiet. I know no words in any language to describe the grace and precision of her hands, their long, slender fingers, how deft and sure they were in every movement. When she cast a spell, it was as though magic itself had been invented just as a backdrop for those hands. She was as near perfection as it is possible to imagine…or,” Khem added, in a slightly different tone, “so Ambition came to think.”

“These things took time, of course. Perhaps Desire was playing a passive stance, but she had nevertheless survived twelve years at the Academy; she was immediately suspicious of Ambition and her attempts to garner influence. But Ambition was patient and persistent, and so, eventually, the two became allies – in the Red Wizard fashion, which probably still resembles polite wariness to you outsiders. They would study together and occasionally share their insights. They would spend hours discussing the finer points of a spell. Desire requested that Ambition apply one of her scalp tattoos, and then returned the favour. Their alliance was noticed, as these things always are, and three students decided that eliminating Desire would prove a worthwhile blow to Ambition. Desire fought well, but she would have been slain if Ambition had not stepped in front of the Scorching Rays.”

“How… sentimental.” Much to Khem’s surprise, the first interruption came from the drow.

“Quite,” she agreed. “I did warn you the tale was unlikely to entertain you.”

“Does it count as an interruption if I ask something now?” Katy wondered.

Khem sighed. “I suppose not. And you just did.”

“What was that about the tattoos?”

Almost subconsciously, Khem rubbed a hand over her scalp. “It’s really quite basic, if you think for a moment. Attempting to tattoo one’s own head is unlikely to yield good results. The process is quite prolonged, and whether you choose to endure the pain or to make use of analgesia, you are certainly operating at a disadvantage while someone drills a needle into your head. For that reason, most students are tattooed by their instructors, who usually have no reason to harm them. Sometimes, however, there are exceptions. Someone who is overconfident might offer the task to a rival, hoping to provoke them into making a move. Or, as in this tale, it might be done by an ally, to mark shared purpose and the balance of power.”

“You mean, as a gesture of trust.” Harper said.

“I really don’t,” Khem told him.

“Oh!” Katy nodded. “So, who did yours?”

“Mistress Kharzura,” Khem said, telling what was approximately seven-eighths of the truth. “One of the Divination instructors. Shall I continue with the story, or would you like to ask more irrelevant questions about my schooling?”

When nobody said anything more, Khem took a deep breath. “And so, late one night in the library, alone, invisible and nondetectable, and not long after Ambition had saved Desire’s life, Desire told Ambition two secrets. The first was that she wished for a time and place where they could be alone, and safe enough to… learn rather more of each other than they already knew. This was not… unanticipated. To tell the second secret, Desire leaned very close, so that her whisper was no more than warm breath against Ambition’s ear, and she said, “I trust you.”

Khem folded her hands tightly about each other, too much the Red Wizard to betray her discomfort with the words by any more obvious gesture. “As you can imagine, that is not something one hears often in a Red Wizard Academy, and the way Desire said it carried conviction. Ambition was struck silent for a time, and then she told Desire she would arrange some privacy for them.

“Desire understood very well that the words she had said to Ambition were not ones that she could say back to her – at least, not yet, and in her way she was quite as persistent as Ambition. She was willing to wait, and to see what would develop between them. So she smiled, and she kissed Ambition, and she left the matter there.

“Desire and Ambition were hardly the first Red Wizards who ever wanted some time together on neutral territory and free from interruptions; there are customary ways of arranging such trysts.” Khem looked around at her audience, and remembered – again – that possibly only the drow really understood what she meant. Well, that was not inconvenient; it would make it more like a story for them, and less like an inevitability. “So Ambition paid the doorkeeper, and notified Desire.

“When class had ended for the day, Ambition went straight to the room and made the usual sort of preparations. Desire met her there some hours later.” Khem let her eyes unfocus, staring at the cavern wall as though she could see the scene she described – partially to help her concentrate on what she was saying and what she was not, but mostly so she did not have to see whatever expressions her audience were wearing. “They were both Red Wizards, even when the red robes were discarded on the floor. They were, as I have said, patient, persistent, and adaptable. They possessed tongues agile in wrapping themselves around the intricate syllables of spellcasting, hands trained in delicate, precise gestures, and minds ever eager to learn. These assets may be turned to several uses – and were, before Desire was sated.”

There was a silence that mildly surprised Khem. She suppressed the urge to clear her throat. “Ambition looked down at Desire, asleep in her arms, and she thought. She remembered the tone in which Desire had spoken of her trust. She thought of Raelthi and Thazad – two legendary Red Wizards who had achieved extraordinary things, simply because they had trusted each other completely.

“But, then, Thazad had been slain defending Raelthi, and in her grief and fury, Raelthi had woken a volcano to bury them all. No. That did not appeal to Ambition at all.

“She thought of how quiet Desire had always been, and how clearly ill-suited for Red Wizard politics. If she were a sufficiently poor judge of character to trust Ambition, of all people, there was no way Desire would survive much longer at the Academy in any case. And perhaps it would be… kind. Desire had clearly tasted a happiness she had never expected. No other Red Wizard within the Academy walls would offer her anything but cruelty.

“That temptation, too, Ambition put aside. The one irrevocable mistake a Red Wizard can make is to start lying to herself. No. Ambition would act as Ambition always had, for Ambition’s sake and with a clear head.

“So as Desire lay smiling, Ambition did as she had intended to do from the first moment she had noticed the other Red Wizard. By the gentlest means in her power, Ambition slew Desire. She kissed the closed eyelids, rose, cleaned herself, dressed and went out into the Academy. There was so much more to do.”

“That’s so sad!” Katy exclaimed, then clapped her hand to her mouth.

“That’s the end,” Khem told her. “You need not fear to interrupt me.”

“Oh, well…” Katy went quiet.

The sorceress would flood her with questions soon, Khem was almost certain of it. Shay, on the other hand, would probably remain quiet. She knew Thay. Jarnath was chuckling – of course – and Harper… well, Khem wasn’t going to look at him to find out.

“Can I ask a question?”

It was mildly pleasant to be correct, even on an irritating subject. “As many as you like, Katy. However, I will only answer one.”

“In total?”

Well, she had exposed herself to an absurd degree by telling the sorry tale in the first place… “Per person.”

“Uh, Khem?” She looked over to see Shay with her journal open on her knee. “How exactly did Ambition kill Desire?”

The Long Death were not too interested in magic, despite their alliance with the Academy of Shifters and Seers; Khem doubted Shay would find the truthful answer satisfactory. “Cervical fracture, secondary to direct application of magic missiles to the vertebrae.”

“Huh,” Shay grunted, and began scribbling.

“So,” Katy said, “if Ambition was going to kill her girlfriend anyway, why save her from those other wizards? Was it about the sex? I bet it was about the sex.”

“Really?” Khem rubbed her eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh and glancing around the circle at the others. “Please tell me at least one of you understands this depressingly basic manoeuvre?”

Jarnath probably did, but he wasn’t saying anything, and the arrogant set of his features was no more informative than usual. Both Shay and Harper were shaking their heads.

“Katy. They were clearly identified as allies by that point. If you let your enemies kill your allies, your enemies conclude you’re weak. Nor will you be likely to contract another alliance, should you be interested in one. If, on the other hand, you kill an ally when they are no longer useful to you, you strengthen your position.” It was a ridiculously oversimplified way to explain the power dynamics involved, and she was not at all sure Katy understood it anyway. The sorceress was frowning to herself.

Khem sighed again. “I suppose you have a question as well, Jarnath?”

“Only one,” the drow said, his smirk widening. “Does telling this horribly crude little tale mark your intention to retrain as a bard?”

Khem thought, not for the first time, of how much she would enjoy killing him. “No.”

“Oh, that is a relief.” Jarnath yawned, an elaborately feline gesture of white teeth and curling tongue. “I would hate to see you throw away your adequate wizard career to become a mediocre bard.”

Adequate! Khem raised the corners of her mouth and bared her teeth in a grimace only the most careless would call a smile. “You need not add that to your stock of fears. I sing approximately as well as you sunbathe.”

“Indeed,” the drow said, and yawned again. “I believe I require something more entertaining before bed, or else I shall have the most dreary nightmares.”

“Oh, I have just the thing!” Katy picked up her cue immediately, and began digging in her bag for another of the trashy romance stories she had started lending to their guide. As she started extolling the plot – something about pirates and a runaway prince – Harper approached Khem.

“I suppose you have a question,” she said, resigned.

“As a matter of fact,” he said, and made himself comfortable beside her in a leisurely fashion, before leaning in and lowering his voice. “So, which of your tattoos did Neb- uh - Nestabis do?”

The angular pattern repeated – rather unconventionally – along her cervical, thoracic and lumbar vertebrae. The memory of those long, painful, candlelit hours flashed across her mind, surfacing only as a superior smile.

“Nebastis,” Khem corrected him, rolling her eyes. “Or Desire – I translated for a reason. The answer, of course, is none. You mustn’t read too deeply into allegories, Harper. Do I truly seem like someone who would allow desire that much power over me?” She bit her tongue on if so, please establish exactly which organ does your thinking for you.

“Well, you didn’t before you told that story.”

#d&d #writing #hopefully I didn't mangle anyone #consider this sort of AUish #no way known Khem is telling this story at the present moment #except possibly on pain of imminent death #Khemuret Xul #alternative ethics

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