#wsd thoughts

[writesailingdreams]

Gender and Identity Meet One Piece

This has been on my mind for awhile this month, and curiously, more to do with it being Pride month than because I associate the month with the beginning of my interest in One Piece. Accurately, I first watched some scattered (4Kids!) dubbed One Piece prior to June, but something about the 17th/18th date registers in my memory as when I committed enough to the show (as I had only been watching…

[wsdalt]

just sharing two photos I have

[bunnyphoenix]

I queued some actor stuff. Meanwhile I'll try to post Leaf even though I get paranoid people will think I'm parading a bioengineered abomination for likes. One good thing I can confirm though is that he and his sibling did not come from a breeder, because the last one in my county ceased operations in 2023.

[echotunes]

bouncing around clawing at the walls I NEED to dig up my wips from february again

[mysticalskunk]

The worst part about writing this Rockoon and Doubling analyze is that I have no idea where to start because I have a LOT of thoughts since their relationship is so complex and they are both incredibly complex people and I have activated my outside the box thinking with them so hard this time that I’m just wow! No wonder I didn’t roleplay either of them well in the past!!

Not judging from my own perspective anymore and being a lot less biased is so FUN

[softshuji]

*roughly pulls you onto the bed, holding you down and pulling you close but still sleeping*

-Sanzu

*freezes and tenses up, staying very still* o-oh.....uhm, Haru? *Whispering* are you.... sleeping still?

[songs2aiart]

Muse - Won't Stand Down “You strung me along, I thought I was strong, but now you have pushed me under”

“I've opened my eyes, I see your disguise I will never see you the same” https://youtu.be/zo4YrrpKS1Q

[sototallynormaliswear]

roughly halfway through season 3 episode 3, Chris asks Derek how long it's been since he's seen his sister. Derek responds "nine years. I thought she died in the fire"

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NINE YEARS?? JEFF. JEFFREY DAVIS. MR DAVIS BUDDY PAL SIR. I THOUGHT SEASON ONE IT WSD SIX. ITS ONLY BEEN *A* YEAR SINCE THEN. SIX PLUS ONE IS SEVEN. I KNOW THAT THERES NOT LIKE. A SHOW BIBLE FOR YOU TO FOLLOW. BUT IT WAS PRETTY HEAVILY ESTABLISHED THAT THE FIRE WAS SIX YEARS AGO. HOW.

[seongclb]

PARIS IN THE RAIN ! pjs

pairings jay x reader genre fluff warnings none wc 901 ( 1K SPECIAL ) ♩paris in the rain by lauv note v cheesy ik x

the rain wasn’t exactly heavy; annoying would be the perfect word to describe it. the thin droplets had seemed almost insufferable now — hours of endless rain only for it to be thin droplets had you questioning the point of it.

it was such a miserable day already, the rain adding to it was just the cherry on top. watching the beads of rain trickle along the side of your hotel window, you couldn’t help but wonder how things were back in your hometown with your boyfriend. your great, amazing, handsome boyfriend who you missed so greatly at this current moment in time. the rain had usually been something the two of you had cherished since it was perfect weather to snuggle up under the covers at home. but no, you were stuck in paris right now, alone with the question of what he was up to and if he missed you even a fraction of the amount that you missed him.

jay wasn’t usually the type to make it known though, he wasn’t reserved but his love was shown in forms of care and right now he couldn’t show it when he was kilometres away.

sighing, you sat back in your bed where there was a direct view to the eiffel tower. it was brilliant; being able to see such a sight from your bed wsd truly something. just not enough. not enough to cure the small void that was longing to be with him right now.

after hours of attempts to distract yourself by drowning in piles of work, you picked up the phone to call him. it was time for your evening call, which was practically the only thing getting you through the long business trip.

ring after ring, until you received his voicemail. furrowing your eyebrows, you called again but to no avail. that was unusual, you’d thought to yourself.

the time was currently half past ten which meant it was six thirty am where jay was — the expected time that the pair of you had agreed you’d speak until you returned to korea.

perhaps he was still sleeping? or had a busy schedule?

you tried coming up with multiple scenarios to explain why he hadn’t called back but each of them had driven you up the wall even more; jay would have called. he knows better than to not since he’s well aware of how insane you’d get without it.

despite the night going on, your nerves hadn’t calmed down. even when your phone rang through the room with his name across your screen. picking it up instantly, you prepared to yell at him until the sound of his voice filled your ears.

“honey?” jay called.

with a frown etched on your face, you responded, “jay, are you okay? you didn’t call earlier.”

hearing him chuckle on the other side of the line made your heart ease slightly, “i’m okay, i just got caught up with something.”

before you’re given the chance to question him, there are a few taps on the door.

“wait, i think the hotel staff are here,” you say to him, as you get up to answer the door.

the staff stand at the door, looking panicked, “we’re so sorry, but we need you to evacuate the hotel immediately.”

panic courses through your veins instantly and you struggle to pull your jacket and shoes on while explaining to jay that you haven’t got a clue what’s happening, only that you’re being rushed out.

ending the call quickly, you follow the staff members to the lobby as they usher you outside.

within a split second of opening the door, your senses are overwhelmed with the presence of your boyfriend standing in the rain in front of the hotel with a bag of your favourite flowers in one hand and what looks like your favourite snacks in the other.

there’s about a million things running through your brain, yet not a single word can come out to form them.

“i heard it was raining in paris. it’s raining in korea, too. i had to see you,” jay breathes out, taking big steps towards you.

you finally break into a smile, “how? what? when? what?”

jay laughs, pulling you into a tight hug. the thin droplets of rain that seemed so annoying earlier didn’t bother you in the slightest now. the only thing your being was focused on was being in his arms. jay snakes an arm around your waist and presses a long kiss onto your forehead.

“i got the hotel staff to trick you so you could get out of the room,” jay grins. “i missed you,” he whispers, his wet hair stroking your face gently.

the corners of your lips only rise further, “i missed you way more.”

jay shakes his head to protest against you before meeting your lips in a loving kiss, with his hands on your waist to pull you in even closer. the kiss is sweet, full of warmth and adoration.

there’s not a single care about the rain; despite the fact that you’re both likely to get sick.

it only means you’ll be spending more time snuggled together in the rain; even if it’s in paris. it doesn’t matter as long as he’s with you.

୨ৎ — req by @jongsie ! ( list a, prompt 5 )

i hate this but i hope u enjoy <3 fluff isn’t my strong suit sorry

[shinelikedew]

aaighh thinking about Blackavar. this is gonna be long:

so when Holly first mentions him:

"I've never been near anyone so frightened in my life" really hits different knowing that Holly lived through the destruction of Sandleford :'(

and here meeting bigwig:

'I can't seem to remember anything' 😭😭

Campion says:

honestly, fuck you campion. But shoutout to Blackavar for giving him a good fight.

even when he's escaping he immediately looks to Bigwig for orders:

It looks like he has a grudge against Campion (perfectly reasonable, so did I):

And this scene is fascinating to me:

'I thought you gave an order' ahhh!!! He's so...conditioned. Efrafa fucked him up bad 😭😭

He's absolutely shocked to see Bigwig casually joking and arguing with Hazel:

Blackavar becoming just as important at WsD as the Sandleford rabbits <3:

and I won't go into his whole backstory but just--his contradictory attitudes toward Efrafa: he wanted to "make it" in the system and was proud to train in the Owsla, but at the same time he resented that whole system

The implication that at first he was only upset about being passed over for a promotion and got more radicalized when he made friends with Hyzenthlay:

and even after the escape he still "saw himself as a trained Efrafan":

he's very practical:

it's all about those damn wide patrols

also he has an accent??

PLEASE SAY MORE ABOUT THE EFRAFAN ACCENT. DOES HYZENTHLAY HAVE AN ACCENT TOO

also this is crazy:

either he's got crazy traumatic memory loss (entirely possible given he's introduced saying he can't remember anything), or is just so afraid to admit to having a different opinion than an authority figure that he hasn't gotten over it when talking to Hazel and Bigwig. ugh!

back on the "we've got to kill campion" train:

(side note: book!Campion must be pretty scary-looking for Hazel to mistake him for Woundwort!)

I'm glad Adams follows up about how he gets on back at Watership Down:

he's besties with Holly and amazing at patrolling <3 also important to note that he's permanently disabled

and he's the one who knows best exactly what the Efrafans are capable of:

but he still stays in the warren and fights:

I love him!! Even on top of getting arrested and maimed, he's so psychologically messed-up from being raised and trained in Efrafa, and he sometimes comes off as detached but he's so earnest and loyal and tenacious! 10/10 character

[writesailingdreams]

had been thinking I wanted to do a think piece about Wano but then thought I might break down the various topics into separate posts:

factories that pollute land

food that freezes emotions

hunger from intentionally mismanaged resources

manufacturing weapons

living extravagantly while others starve

Hm, hm, hm

[loumandforyou]

Armand doubting that Daniel truly loved him, and their relationship was mostly about obsession and their games, because... well that's Armand, he doesn't recognise love and even if he does there is doubt that's real.

But when he is draining Daniel to save him, he sees how Daniel's happiest memories were of him. The thrill of it all, their blood exchange, the sex, yes... but also love wsd there. In simple moments, moments he never thought would matter. And yet they were everything, even after Daniel forgot him. The memories were altered, but it didn't change the past.

[charlvr]

‎I'M BAXK, with more analysis. Hopefully you don't mind. I think I have a solid guess on what's going to happen next update with this, especially looking at the parallels of each chapter. (Another long ask)

‎First being reader's "Dani danced like she wasn't a part of your world" and Dani's being "Daniela's eyes had always been trained to find brilliance and Y/N, for all her earnest effort, wasn't that" and Megan's "and maybe she did started to dance a little bit better when Y/n was watching" I think this symbolizes so much about the relationship between the characters. Kike you coudl just see that Y/n found their way into Dani's world but Dani didn't find hers to reader. Unlike Megan and Y/n who like— yeah just has that natural chemistry that fit like a puzzle.

‎Second, Megan "Maybe when it came to Y/n, Daniela was the key. Megan wasn't sure she liked the thought of that." and then Dani's "But it was a want that had no place in the life she'd planned carefully" and reader's being "But you knew better than to say anything. You weren't here to blur the lines, not now". I think these parallels are so important cause this is when you see how they see each other. Megan considered the three of them, sure what she mostly saw is Y/n but she never disregarded Dani and herself. Meanwhile, Dani only considered herself, she acknowledged Y/n but can't get past that. While the reader considered themselves and Dani like they always did, like they always have been.

‎Now one of the most important parallels I took note of is Dani's "and the way Y/n's laugh haunted her dreams would finally fade. And it seemed the universe listened— but in all the wrong ways" with reader's "I think my manifestations went wrong, its the wrong dancer universe" and then Megan's "But it wasn't like the universe to give time to collect her thoughts" like this is the part is suddenly went haywire. Suddenly Y/n found themselves with Megan instead of Dani.

‎Which leads to the next parallel that contradicts which is Megan and Y/n. Megan; "and because FATE was apparently in a particularly mocking mood, Megan found herself seated right next to Y/n" and then reader "You were seated right next to Megan, while Daniela— the love of your life, incase the UNIVERSE forgot, was at the other end of the couch". I just think its so interesting, maybe it doesn't prove that much but you could see the shift of attention from Dani and Y/n to Megan and Y/n.

‎THEN COMES THE CLAW MACHIEN. Oh my flip the claw machine symbolizes so many. The parallel you'll see is reader's "try after try, the claw juked away from the lion like it was ij a romcom and the timing jusr wasn't right" and Megan "Megan was going to get that damn lion, and she tried her best. But the machine was rigged" and then Dani's "all of it quiet, slipping into the spaces Daniela had once thought was hers alone". But the parallel doesn't end there, there's more

‎Megan; "when Megan finally gave up, the lion wad still trapped" and the reader; "the lion still tragically out of reach" and then Dani; "That wasn't her place to feel more than that. Ad maybe rhat was true. Maybe it should have been" the universe finally redirected Y/n to Megan just as Dani wished for.

‎Like with this its so obvious we'd end up with Megan (HOPWFULLY) cause like when you see also rhe parallels of how Meizini see the reader, Megan "Whatever that may bring" and then Dani "she didn't know what to do with the truth". I think this says so much about their character, Megan so easygoing with the reader, you could see she appreciates what the reader had brought to her life not saying Dani doesn't appreciate it, it was because it's not a part of her plan she'd always envisioned.

‎Not only that, there's also a parallel where Dani "she found herself consudering how she could make that laugh hers, only hers" and then Megan "It didn't really matter. All she knew wsd that dhe wanted to see that smile meant FOR HER" LIOE FUWLCKSKDNSIXNAJ

‎I FAN'T TAKE THIS ABYMORE, I'm so not ready for the ejxt update

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GAGGED. LOCKED UP. YOU ARE BANNED FROM ANALYZING (jk i love you).

TEAM DANI AVERT YOUR EYES. I AM WRITING SUCH GOOD DANY/N MOMENTS RN IN RETRIBUTION.

[calbeloved]

Spiderbit week!! prompt for "blood" and also very inspired by the supernatural au that WSD thought of!! I've never written these guys before so apologies if i got their personalities very wrong shshshsh @anonymous-dentist

Neither of them speak, though Roier has his eyebrows furrowed and he pauses from time to time, like he's about to say something.

Maybe it's because Pepito is already asleep, Cellbit muses to himself, only half aware of what's happening. Roier pours the bottle of… alcohol, maybe? right onto his wound, and it immediately foams, a now pink-red liquid dripping down his chest. It falls on the floor in drops. Cellbit somehow can't bring himself to care or comment, even with the knowledge that Roier hates mopping his floors. He seems awfully passive-aggressive tonight.

…It should hurt more, he thinks. It should sting and make him hiss, he should be holding in a scream. It should hurt. It doesn't. Cellbit doesn't feel anything, just… numbness.

(It hurt her. Why- why did he allow that to happen? She got hurt and it's all his fault and he doesn't feel anything and he's the one that should be feeling it.)

“I'm sorry,” he says, a barely hearable whisper. He doesn't know who he's saying that to, in the end. “I… I didn't mean to bother you.” I didn't mean to wake you up. I didn't mean to make you take care of me. I didn't mean to make myself attached. I didn't mean to. I didn't.

Roier only tsks, rolling his eyes. He picks up some gauze and presses it right beneath the wound to soak up the falling blood. He does it rougher than necessary. Harder than he normally does. “You're not bothering me, asshole, just making me-” He pauses, throwing the gauze into the sink and looking away for a moment. “Worried. And mad. Mostly mad.”

Cellbit would normally snort in response, but he doesn't now. He can't quite bring himself to. Instead, he stares at Roier’s fingers. They tap on the sink anxiously, leaving bloody fingerprints that turn into small puddles mere seconds later. He doesn't seem to notice it, so Cellbit doesn't comment.

“You make me mad,” Roier concludes. “Because you are an idiot and keep throwing yourself into situations you can't… bring yourself out of.”

He takes another gauze and a needle into the other hand, returning his gaze to Cellbit. His chin is pointed up, but his eyes- They pierce him, and the black smudged eyeliner only makes it more unsettling. Well. It would, if Cellbit cared about that. He doesn't. But- the eyeliner was smudged already when he first knocked on the door. There had been no time to ask, if Cellbit even would want to.

(He had been crying. Why? Cellbit wants to know, but Roier is everything he doesn't understand. There's just something he's missing, as always.)

“And you make me worried.” Roier murmurs, voice low yet almost like a growl. His hands tighten on the objects he's holding, knuckles turning white. “You make me worried. And you might die and you're a stupid idiot and I hate you for that.” His voice cracks.

There's a pause.

“Yeah.” Cellbit responds. He knows Roier doesn't like apologies. “I know.”

“You could have died. Tonight.” His voice is shaky, and his eyes shine. He's beautiful. He's about to cry. “God, you're so stupid.”

Cellbit swallows and feels his throat close up. He reaches forward, placing a gentle hand on Roier’s cheek. It's covered in blood. Cellbit thinks he feels sick, but Roier either doesn't notice or doesnt care. He has to… Gods. He can't see Roier cry. That'd just break him, he thinks. He can't deal with that now.

“I'm…” No, he can't say that. Not to Roier. “It won't happen again. We just- we had a fight and I… I fucked up. It won't happen again.”

Roier nods without a word. He swallows and moves away from the touch, his expression changing into something more controlled.

His hand comes up close to the wound, needle itching close before it stops. “Want anything to bite on?”

Roier knows a lot of things, both small and big, about Cellbit. Information that a lot of people would like to get their hands on. But he doesn't know everything. He doesn't know how it was for Cellbit back then. He doesn't know and he doesn't ask. Maybe that's why Cellbit keeps coming back.

“No.”

Roier hums and doesn't ask and there's that.

“You had a fight, you said.” Roier eventually says when they're near the end of stitching. Cellbit doesn't really know what the fuzzy-numbness he feels every time… something like this happens is, but by this point, it's gone. “Is Bagi- How's she holding up, then?”

Cellbit thinks back to his sister, eyes furious and a snarl on her face. He thinks back to how she screamed, how much blood she lost. He should have helped her, but-

He grits his teeth, fingers pressing hard into his own leg.

That damned demon barged in like-

God, he can't think about this. He doesn't want to.

Tina took her away with a cold gaze and a snarl of “Leave” and there was nothing he could have done. He tried, before. It always ended the same. And he was bleeding out, he was hurt- (It shouldn't have mattered, it shouldn't have made a difference, she was hurt worse, he should have tried harder-)

So. He can't even be sure. Tina took care of her, surely. (But in what way?) She wouldn't allow Bagi to die, they both know that.

“She's fine.” Cellbit says, realizing he was silent for too long. He uncurls his fingers and tries to breathe. “Staying at the motel tonight. We, um. Decided to stay away from each other for a little while.”

That's not true. They haven't decided anything, but he knows how Tina is.

“Ah.” Roier breathes out. He probably knows he's being lied to, but that's their thing. They don't ask questions. Cellbit cringes anyway. “So you're… you'll be staying?”

Roier’s hand on his chest - the one that's not stitching the wound, that is - flexes, fingers starting to drum. Anxious.

There's a pause.

I didn't mean to get myself attached. I didn't mean to get you attached, either.

“If… if you'll have me,” he murmurs, quiet and only a bit uncertain.

(Gods, he can practically hear Bagi taunting him right now. When did his face get so hot? This is- embarrassing, he can't belive in himself.)

Instead of calling Cellbit out, Roier bites his lip, eyes darting down. There's- something that maybe could be called a grin, if only he could see Roier's face better. They don't speak, but then-

“Of course, man.” Roier smiles eventually, looking up at him. There's something in his eyes that hasn't been there before.

“Of course,” Cellbit repeats, a small smile appearing on his face as well, despite everything.

They fall into comfortable silence after that, but it's… different from before. The tension is mostly gone and… Roier seems almost satisfied. Or something similar, anyhow. Because despite how good he is at reading people, Roier is… like an enigma he can never quite understand. There's just something about him, something Cellbit isn't getting.

(Maybe that's why he keeps coming back.)

Roier finishes the stitches and after pouring some more of that disinfectant, starts bandaging the injury. It's only then that Cellbit realises he's been staring at Roier the entire time. But- it's weird. It doesn't feel like he's going to throw up from stress because he had to keep watching, just to make sure Roier wouldn't hurt him. No. Roier would never do that. It's more like…

(“What is up with you today?” Bagi asks, eyes squinted. Her laptop has its screen turned off already, research long forgotten. She's been staring at him suspiciously for the last 10 minutes. “Why do you look like that?”

“What?” He rolls his eyes, giving her an unamused look. He looks fine, he knows this, because he checked himself before they left the motel. He's meeting up with Roier today, so obviously- Pause. That sounds… He's meeting up with an important and respected informat today, so obviously he has to look at least a bit put together. There's nothing unusual about that. “You're being weird, stop staring at me and do your research.”

Bagi clearly isn't convinced, creeping her face closer. Cellbit keeps up the gaze and- there it is, she sighs in disappointment, eyes darting down to his meal instead. But she doesn't steal the plate away, like he expected her to.

There's a pause. Ever so slowly, she raises her head and on her shocked face begins to grow a grin.

…uh oh. What is she-

“Are you wearing fucking perfume?”

He stops chewing. Meets her gaze. Tries to ignore the absolute horror growing as he realises his face is getting hot. He's blushing. What-

“...no,” he tries, but his voice comes out practically like a squeak. He curses himself for it.

“You are! Oh my Gods, are you serious?” Bagi cackles, suddenly gleeful. “Why are you-”

He watches the realisation paint on her face. Her mouth opens, but no words come out of it.

“...You're wearing perfume.” She says slowly, a smirk beginning to make itself known again. “For the meeting with that guy today?”

Cellbit silently starts chewing again, looking away. He takes a sip of his lemonade (which was supposed to be a coffee, but of course, he can't have anything nice in life) and sighs. “Let's- let's just eat and leave. We are-” He shoots her a look, which at least makes her look a bit bashful. “-not talking about this.”

Bagi leans back in her seat, eyes squinted once again. Considering. Was he too harsh on this? There's a growing ache in his stomach, because- Gods, he doesn't want to fuck up with her again. How can he- how can he fix this?

“Okay, maybe I am wearing perfume for the hot guy, but- Hey, no, listen to-! That's just good manners! There's nothing weird about that!”

“Oh my Gods, I have to tell Felps. Does Felps know? Doesn't matter, I'll tell him anyway.” Bagi grins, not bothered at all that she was interrupting him. She looks very eager to eat quickly and get out of here, suddenly.

He sips on his lemonade instead, jaw tensing and untensing. Ugh. Gods.

“You so have a crush, that is crazy.” She continues, eyes wide. “I can't believe this, what?”

She laughs again and doesn't stop, even when Cellbit gives her his remaining fries and salad.

A crush. How stupid is that?)

It's more like adoration. He's enjoying watching Roier work. Gods. Gods, that is- He is not dealing with that tonight.

Roier grins at him, obvious to his thoughts. “All done! Come on.”

On shaky legs, Cellbit stands up to follow Roier out of the door. When Roier's back is turned, he reaches his hand out to touch the bandage gently, looking down at it. It's… good. Suspiciously good, even, he'd say. But. This is Roier. He's like that, Cellbit found. Full of surprises.

The house is dark. Obviously, because it's night and Pepito and Jaiden are sleeping-

“Oh.” Cellbit murmurs, a small wince on his face. “I hope I didn't wake Jaiden up.” He likes Jaiden. It just wouldn't do to make her angry, and he knows she likes her sleep.

Roier full on stops in the middle of his tracks. His shoulders come up, but his back is to Cellbit, he can't see his expression, can't understand-

“Jaiden's gone.”

…what?

Cellbit pauses as well, but for a different reason. Oh. He isn't… He isn't good at dealing with this. Oh Gods.

But then Roier suddenly turns around, a smile on his face. It doesn't look quite right. “Er, I mean-! Not like that!” He laughs and it sounds just like the one that Cellbit hears a lot while interrogating people. But never before from Roier. He's anxious. Why? Covering something up, surely, but…

“Huh.” He just says, smartly.

“Erm. Yeah! You know, just- For a little while! We're just taking a break from each other, you know?” Roier stutters awkwardly, that smile still wide on his face. It brightens suddenly. “You know, like you and Bagi! A… bit. But we didn't fight or anything, just-!” There's another pause, but this time Roier is watching his expression closely. His face sours slightly at whatever he finds. “...you know.”

Cellbit has no idea, despite how many ‘you-know's Roier just uttered. “Um. Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Roier nods, seemingly relieved. He stands still for a moment longer before reaching out to flick off the bathroom light, making the hallway fall into complete darkness. (Are there no windows here? No, that doesn't seem right. He's sure there were some the last time he was here.)

“Um. Anyway, now that you're here-” Roier grasps his hand tightly and begins leading him deeper into the house. “You know how you're like, an even bigger nerd than me?”

“I'm not a-”

“So, I was thinking- You could even help me with Pepito a bit! You know, he's such a little geek, I don't know who he got it from…” Roier doesn't even stop talking as they get to a hallway with many doors. Bedrooms, Cellbit thinks. He doesn't lower his voice either. Cellbit winces in sympathy for the kid. He hopes they haven't woken him up. “He just reads and reads! Ugh, I swear, I need to start taking more of those books away, his eyesight is already so bad!”

Bad eyesight doesn't come from just reading, Cellbit wants to interrupt. He wants to say a lot of things, actually. But… It is Roier's house. He's a guest. If Roier is so eager to change the subject and then rant about his child, then who's Cellbit to stop him, really?

The door to the- bedroom, it's a bedroom, is opened and Roier pulls him inside, closing it right behind them.

“And, he's still a little stupid, but I'm sure you-” Roier suddenly stops talking, yet again. He looks into Cellbit’s eyes, an alarmed look on his face. “You… like kids, right? I mean, you must like kids, but even if you didn't- You'd… you'd like Pepito! Because, I mean-”

“Um. I guess I do?” Cellbit interrupts, only because Roier looks like he's about to kneel over from over explaining himself.

A beat.

“Cool! I mean, no, that's good… Yes, I'm just…” He laughs and pulls away from Cellbit, walking deeper into the room alone. He stops in the middle of it, eyes locked on the bed. A large one. “...I'm- I'm sorry, I must be acting like a terrible host right now. Oh. I'm just…”

He makes some vague motions with his hands and smiles.

Cellbit winces internally. It's… just a bit awkward.

“No, it's… it's fine. Seriously, you're good. You're… good.” Oh Gods. What does he say to that? “I'm, um. Just. Thank you for taking care of me. That's already enough. You don't need to explain yourself, seriously. It's… fine.”

Roier stares at him. Stares some more. His hand comes up to his chest, almost as if he was… scratching at something underneath his shirt. But it's dark and Cellbit isn't really sure what expression he has and-

“Oh.” Roier breathes out. There's something. Something he's missing, again. “Ah… Alright.”

He's… muttering something to himself, Cellbit’s pretty sure. But… Then Roier clears his throat and puts his hand down, tense. Almost like he didn't realise it moved. He looks at the closet and back at Cellbit, in thought.

“You'll be fine in your clothes for tonight, right?”

“Um, yeah.” He's only in his pants anyway. His shirt was way too soaked with blood (hers, but by his fault) and even if it wasn't, Roier already took care of it. As in… shredding it with his hands. He's probably not getting that back. “We can work something out tomorrow. It's okay.”

Roier nods and sits down on the bed.

Cellbit stares. He is… pretty sure Jaiden has her own room. And Roier mentioned she's gone, so why… why is he here?

And he immediately curses himself for thinking like that. Maybe Jaiden isn't comfortable with people sleeping in her room, especially when she doesn't know about it. Roier would surely know that.

So he walks closer to the bed and lays down, slowly.

The bed is big. Big enough for- three people maybe, if he had to guess. So it isn't like it's awkward, but…

He doesn't really know what to do. Sharing a bed isn't something he does, it's just not. It'd be different if they were sharing heat while in the wild or something like that, but- That's not the case.

He feels Roier lay down next to him. When he looks at him out of the corner of the eye, he's smiling. A hand on his face, gently touching his own cheek. Inspecting. And then he turns on his side, towards Cellbit. Who very pointedly tries to pretend he wasn't staring.

He swallows.

“Goodnight.” Cellbit mutters quietly and turns as well, laying on his stomach. His hand automatically goes to rest under the pillow, reaching for a knife or a gun. It finds neither.

…Fuck, he left his weapons in his backpack. Which is in the entrance of the house.

“Goodnight,” Roier whispers back, a smile audible in his voice.

No, he can't go for it now. What would Roier think? And besides… he has a kid. Surely, this place is warded against everything, to hell and back. It's fine. And just for one night.

It's fine.

(Later, when Cellbit will wake up, he'll realize he forgot many things. Like his nightly prayer to Felps and cleaning his knife. Writing down in his notebook what exactly happened on the hunt. Cursing Tina in his thoughts.

But with the chaos of Pepito waking them both up early and immediately wanting to play, what he won't remember is that Roier never washed his face after Cellbit touched it with his bloody hands. He won't notice it either.

Maybe that's for the best.)

[wonderviolet17]

last night i had a dream where i was rhaenyra from house of the dragon and alicent attacked my castle but the castle was my house and alicent was evil and she came in and she had painted a picture of how she was going to defeat me and she said that the next time she would kill me and so when the battle came i was like oh no! so i faked my death and then hid outside but when she took the castle (my house), my brother who was one of the soldiers on my side GAVE AWAY WHERW I WAS ON PURPOSE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT WSD FUNNY. and then i was executed. and my brother was really sorry but only after i gave him a long talking to explaining that i was going to be killed because of him because somehow i had the time to give him a long talking to.

i haven’t seen house of the dragon. i blame you all.

[hyzenslay]

After what happened to Rio, I locked Leaf in the small cage. I would use supposedly rabbit-safe cleaners and had removed anything dangerous from the floor, but I still don't know what happened, so I don't trust there wasn't toxin cross-contamination. He is also not getting any veggie treats now, only hay, because I always washed the vegetables but now I fear pesticides.

Why I'm posting about this on this blog, well I kept thinking 'this is so General Woundwort' doing this to Leaf, and truly I thought if something like this ever happened I would not be able to stand WsD but on the contrary it's actually a great solace...

It got me thinking about Ww and how his strict safety measures in Efrafa seem at odds with his reckless impulse of getting into battle against almost anything. He witnessed his family be killed, but it's not like in my case that I want to protect a bunny because I love him. For Ww the forced totalitarian security feels more like a way to say that "I win" against men / elil / the odds of nature etc., of regaining control by proving how many rabbits he can keep safe, but not about them. Their safety is a symbolic victory, even revenge; he does not care about rabbit welfare that much, not even his own! At least this is how I'm interpreting him rn, putting it into words helps me for writing.