It’s been a while since I’ve requested, and what better time to come than now.
Thinking about reader that is always scheming. Harmless tricks on their lover, of course.
Like, “misplacing” Sunday’s clothes to a different side of the room just when he’s turned his back. (He forgot something in the bathroom, better go get it—and oh—his clothes are now 3 feet farther than before. Great.)
Like, “misplacing” Jing Yuan’s keys to a hanger on the wall near the door. His fault, really, he turned his back to reader after putting it down on his desk.
Like, “accidentally” writing a bunch of embarrassing (lovey-dovey, basically.) doodles of reader and Veritas Ratio on his whiteboard for his students who know about reader to see.
I have more of these ideas, but 3 is good to stop myself at.
Also, can you tell how much I like colored text? - SAHSRAU apprentice Anon
A Trick of the Heart
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Light-Hearted Mischief, Established Relationship, Affectionate Teasing, Domestic Antics, Romantic Comedy, Soft Moments, Subtle Banter, Mild Crack.
Warnings: Mild Embarrassment, Harmless Pranks, Very Light Language.
A/N: I think you like coloured texts, I'm not sure though. 🤷♀️
The room was unusually quiet for a lecture hall that had just been filled with budding intellectuals. The silence was not due to awe — not entirely — but rather from the growing smirks and stifled laughter spreading across the rows.
Ratio strode into the lecture room, white cloak billowing behind him, alabaster mask perched on the side of his desk. As usual, he swept in like a force of precision and purpose.
Until he saw the whiteboard.
At first glance, it was perfectly clean. Almost too clean. His students—sharp, almost worryingly observant as they were—kept shifting their eyes between him and the top right corner of the board. Ratio followed their gaze.
And there it was.
Drawn in permanent ink (of course it was permanent), a cartoonish version of him — eight degrees and all — holding hands with a starry-eyed version of you, surrounded by speech bubbles like:
"No, I don’t need a Genius Society membership... I already have you ♡"
“My calculations lead me to a 99.9% certainty: you’re adorable.”
He stared. Silent. Contemplative.
You, hidden just outside the door with a student accomplice, were biting your knuckle to keep from laughing. He’d scold you, surely — he had to scold you. But he’d secretly love it.
Ratio turned to the class, gaze like sharpened glass.
“Who—” he began, voice cutting, “—enabled this statistical anomaly?”
A lone cough in the corner. A stifled laugh. No one dared move.
You strolled in, twirling a marker cap between your fingers like a victory baton.
“Did you like it?” you asked, casually leaning on the desk. “I was just making abstract visualizations of your emotional regression curve. In love, I mean.”
He exhaled slowly. Then—smirked.
“Your methods are unorthodox. Borderline childish. Entirely beneath my academic standards.”
You blinked innocently.
“But effective,” he added, glancing at the board again, “in inciting affection.”
Sunday blinked.
He had definitely placed his coat on the edge of the bed. He even remembered smoothing it out.
So why was it now hanging from the back of the chair… across the room?
“...Strange,” he murmured, stepping away from the bathroom door. He adjusted the halo above his head, wings behind his ears fluttering slightly.
He approached the coat and reached for it.
And then paused.
The white scarf that had been draped on the dresser was now… not. It had mysteriously migrated to the top of a floating lamp, suspended like a prayer flag over the entire room.
He didn’t need to look. He didn’t need to ask. He knew.
"You're doing it again," he said aloud.
From the hallway, your giggle betrayed you.
Sunday turned slowly, golden eyes glinting with something between amusement and resignation.
“You know,” he said, picking his scarf off the lamp with careful grace, “for someone who insists they love me, you certainly delight in prolonging my dressing process.”
“You love the challenge,” you called, emerging from the doorway with a proud grin. “You’re all elegance and celestial grace — but let’s see you chase down a sock.”
One eyebrow arched. “You underestimate how much of my life has been spent retrieving what’s been lost. I will retrieve my dignity, too.”
As he walked past, you moved his coat again — just a few inches this time, barely noticeable. He stopped, turned around slowly, wings twitching with mock suspicion.
You smiled, coy. “Oops.”
Sunday let out a breath that was almost a laugh, the corners of his lips turning upward.
“Your spirit is incorrigible,” he murmured.
“But you adore it.”
“…Yes,” he conceded softly. “I do.”
Jing Yuan stood in the center of his office, robes draped elegantly, arms folded.
“I know I left my keys on the desk,” he muttered.
You sat on the couch nearby, feigning intense interest in a scroll that you’d picked up upside down.
“Hmm?” you asked, pretending to be engrossed in ancient Cloud Knight tactics.
“My keys,” he repeated, turning toward the desk again. “I placed them right here. Then I turned around for—what—five seconds?”
You tilted your head. “Are you sure it wasn’t ten?”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. His long ponytail swayed behind him as he moved to lift up books, scrolls, even his little toy lion in the corner. Still nothing.
Then his gaze shifted… and landed on the hanger near the door.
The keys were dangling neatly from it, with the decorative tassel you had tied on them — the one that said “#1 Dozing General” in sparkling thread.
He stared. Silent. You were biting your cheek to contain the smile.
“Strange,” he murmured, strolling over with an exaggerated sigh. “You don’t suppose some mysterious spirit moved them, do you?”
“Oh, you know how sneaky those Luofu spirits are,” you said solemnly. “They’re probably after your title.”
He plucked the keys from the hanger and turned toward you.
“You know, the other Generals don’t have to deal with this kind of espionage.”
“They also don’t have someone who loves them enough to mildly inconvenience them for entertainment,” you said sweetly.
Jing Yuan walked over, leaned down, and kissed the top of your head.
“You’re lucky I enjoy your mischief.”
“You’re lucky I restrain myself from hiding all your belts.”
this interaction from the 2nd anniversary event has haunted me for a year and I kept forgetting to talk about it WHAT DO YOU MEAN VIDYADHARA HAVE A SUBSPECIES
this is what Wikipedia has to say on the subject
now I am perhaps not smart enough to understand all of biology but objectively speaking Vidyadhara are
not the product of evolution, where related species are supposed to share a common ancestor and
not able to breed with each other let alone other species
You could probably argue that Long's Scions are part of the same taxonomic group which I would agree with to an extent but as far as we know, none of them are capable of evolution so it would just be a group, not a hierarchy. Subspecies is as far as I can tell the lowest taxonomic rank! No two species would be part of the same subspecies that's just not how it works!!
More on the evolution thing: We can also assume that Vidyadhara don't experience a 'survival of the fittest' system because it's only a matter of where they die that determines whether their genes are passed on, if they even have genes (which presumably they do because all the evil cults are very fascinated with particularly Vidyadhara bone marrow, which in humans contains concentrated genetic material). And because rebirth should only draw from one gene pool, we should expect reborn Vidyadhara to share a majority of traits with their previous incarnations, but with the exception of high elders that is evidently not the case, so we have to assume that the mutation rate during rebirth is so high that favourable genes don't get passed on with any meaningful consistency. They have undergone large changes in the past (ie. the loss of transmutation abilities in all but the high elders and the loss of the ability to reproduce) but those were spontaneous and likely due to Tazzyronth eating a chunk of the Permanence rather than anything biological.
Speaking of which, an actual subspecies: high elders are so different from other Vidyadhara that I think real-world biology would treat them as something entirely different. They have different physical features and different mechanisms and might also be different on a psychological level, depending on whether Dan Heng's stupidly strong willpower is a feature or a bug.
Actually now that I think about it I'm not sure sure why anyone in-universe would bother to try and classify Long's Scions in this manner at all because dragon transmutation exists and that technically allows them to reproduce with any species via magic DNA splicing. Is every species technically a Vidyadhara subspecies because unassisted reproduction is technically possible because some of them can just make offspring out of whatever the hell they want??? Modern humans are already beginning to put less weight behind the taxonomic hierarchy because so many species don't fit anywhere, but why would a scientist in a world where cosmic horror gods exist and mechanical life is genuinely sentient even bother in the first place.
I do so much stuff for False Heroes that's very plotty, and while that's fub, it does tend to make these incarnations of the characters seem less fun and silly like in the show. I cannot stress enough, these goobers are still goobers. So I thought I'd share some snippets:
Adrien forces his new friends+Chloe and Zoe(still friends, just older ones) to watch essentially the only tv show he's ever really seen all the way through, which is a really crappy sitcom his mom is obsessed with and has every episode of on dvd.
This show has a sleep over episode which makes Chloe realize that she's literally never had one, at least, not at her place. Thus outraged and feeling behind the curve/behind on a very, very old "trend" Chloe immediately declares a sleep over at one of her father's hotels. To which all of the weirdos(read friends) she bullies(read is overprotective of+likes to tease) have to come. It's pretty obviously an invitation to Nino, Nathan, and Marinette, and Adrien is very used to Chloe by this point, but Alya is still not super clear on when Chloe is being the popular stuck up queen bee bitch of their school, and when she's being a faux bully to her odd ball collection of weirdos.
Of course somebody accidentally leaks the sleepover, meaning Chloe now also needs to invite the popular crowd lest they ask why she invited the weirdos she "doesn't like" vs her "friends".
Zoe volunteers thus to run interfereance. Read: Zoe offers to prank the fuck out of anyone who makes their friends sad at the sleep over until the message gets across.
The events of this night are legendary in school basically from this day onwards. The sleep over was amazing, even if there was an Akuma after Kim and Alex listened to Lila's idea to prank/humiliate Alya. But Lord Felis and Lady Harlequin were like, weirdly excited and friendly when they showed up? And did photos and autographs before leaving after they won? So that was cool.
Gabriel and Emelie were honestly just so happy to see Adrien with friends. They might be pretty bad helicopter parents and pretty restrictive at times because they still worry about weird bouts of sentibeing-ness hurting him or others(still not anywhere near cannon to be fair), they are really freaking happy to see him making friends and having fun without sprouting feathers and and/or extra limbs.
So excited that they actually totally missed how much Adrien had to restrain personal rage at seeing the heroes. Which is honestly a hilarious mental image. "Did you want a picture there, kid?" Adrien just fuming, already upset because his Lady akumatized somebody else instead of him(because he was playing mariokart with Nino and a few others and she didn't want to interrupt one of the few times he's really had fun with friends), barely squeaking out a "no". so close to just trying to yank the earrings right out of the bug heroes ears, knowing he wouldn't make it very far.
The heroes chalk it up to Adrien being shy.
In the end, fun is had by all. Even marinette. She actually had a relaxing night almost completely devoid of her mission for once. Sure, she akumatized her friend, but in her defense, that was entirely personal, not for the mission. Let those assholes think twice about bothering alya now that they've seen the terrors she hides in in that crazy mind of hers.
But still, she had a blast. She got to hang out with all of her friends, and even her Champion while in civilian mode. Obviously he didn't know that the classmate who "accidentally" fell asleep against his shoulder was his best and closest friend....ok, more than friend, they both feel the emotions, they both know it, but they ahven't labled that shitshow yet, so it's still just "friends", and while he didn't know it was her, it was still incredibly nice to fall asleep in Adriens aura of safety.
Problem is now she really really wants him available for more naps, he lulled her to sleep in seconds on accident..... she'll have to think on that one.
Alya gave her a a teasing look though, and she really doesn't wanna deal with rumors of her (very real) crush on adrien going around.
Welp, that's it for now! Hope you all enjoy this little snippet. It kind of reads like an epsiode summary? It was also vaguely stream of consciousness. I had fun writing it though.
I Blame Dad For This. Yes I Blame Dad For A Lot of Things, Why Do You ask?
Fandom: Lucifer
Characters: Michael, Lucifer Morningstar
Relationships: Michael & Lucifer Morningstar
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional hurt/comfort, crack treated seriously, Trapped in an Elevator, E
Summary:
A bomb goes off at the LAPD precinct. Lucifer and Michael get trapped in an elevator together. It... Goes about as well as you'd expect, if not a little better.
Alternate story for day 7: Trapped with the Enemy, Elevator
Another prompt for @jasonette-july-2k20, also cross-posted on Ao3 under the name m3owww. The other prompt fills are also on there.
“We’re going to the zoo!” Dick announces. “Everybody is mandated to come. Otherwise, Oracle’s locking you out of all your devices for a month. And by everybody, I mean everyone who dons a costume at night to beat people up.”
Marinette groans. This is not going to go well.
Scene I: The Giraffes
“Hey, it’s the giraffes!” Steph exclaims. “Woah, those are really tall.”
“We would have to stack three Damians to reach the height of one female giraffe.” Tim remarks, clutching a large thermos of coffee.
Damian snarls. “Do you wish to die, Drake?” Bruce snatches Damian’s backpack from him before he can pull out his knives.
Jason pokes Marinette in the side. “Male giraffes are eleven feet. If you stood on my shoulders, we’d be around that height.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Call me short, Jay. But I could easily punch you in the groin if I wanted.” Marinette grumbles. She pointedly ignores the commotion next to her.
Damian has tackled Tim, Dick is trying to pull him off, Steph is cheering him on, and Cass is happily watching the giraffes. Bruce is rummaging through Damian’s backpack and grimacing at the amount of weapons the child packed.
Go figure.
Scene II: Elephants
“Well, this kind of stinks.” Jason remarks, as the baby elephant in front of them decides to take a poo. They all collectively gag as the smell wafts their way.
“Let’s just move on.” Bruce decides, and the group starts walking, except for Damian.
“Five more minutes, Father.” The boy commands. “It is too adorable to leave.”
Marinette has never been more glad that she always brings face masks around. She hands one to Jason and puts the other on. At least this muffles most of the scent.
Bruce sighs. “Damian-”
“Five minutes, Father.” He hisses dangerously.
“Guess we’re stuck here.” Tim says sadly. “It’s going to be a long five minutes.”
Scene III: Reptile House
“Mari! Look here! It’s a Burmese Python!” Jason calls, pointing to a massive snake coiled in one of the terrariums.
Marinette shudders. “Eugh, these creep me out. Guess I use the mouse miraculous too much. I just hope we can move on soon.”
“This snake is beautiful.” Damian declares, gesturing at a King Cobra. “I wish to keep it as a pet.”
“Little D, this is a zoo!” Dick chastises. “Not an animal shelter with pets up for adoption!”
“Are you crazy? That’s the longest venomous snake in the world!” Tim shrieks.
Damian sniffs. “Precisely, Drake. I wish to train it to attack you, just as I have with all my other pets.”
“You- what?” Tim splutters. “That’s why none of the animals like me? I’m changing your Wifi password.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Steph walks up to Marinette and Jason, holding out a tub of popcorn. “Want some?”
“Thanks.” Marinette reaches for the popcorn, then freezes. “Wait. Where’d you get this?”
The blonde grins. “I have Cass on my side. Anything is possible.”
“Speaking of which,” Jason frowns. “Where is she?”
Scene IV: Butterfly House
Dick shrieks as another butterfly flaps past his head. “I swear, these things are trying to kill me!”
“Tt, don’t be stupid, Grayson. They are harmless creatures.” Damian scoffs.
Marinette hums thoughtfully. “I mean, most butterflies are, but if they’re actually the demonic purple butterflies sent by a crazy fashion designer with a magical brooch to prey on negative emotions and turn people into colorful monsters with ridiculous powers that I spent three years fighting, then we’re in trouble.”
Jason blinks. “Sometimes, I forget how crazy your life was.”
“Yeah, I wish I could do that.” Marinette sighs. “Gabriel was a dick.”
Tim raises his camera and snaps a picture of Steph giggling as a butterfly makes itself at home in her hair.
Bruce almost-smiles. “At least no one’s trying to kill each other here. Everyone is- wait.” He scans the house, frowning.
“Guys, have any of you seen Cass?”
Scene V: Penguins
As it turns out, Cass went off to buy a slushy. She joins them at the penguin exhibit and watches gleefully as Bruce tries to interrogate the poor birds. Tim is filming the entire thing on his camera.
“Have you ever had any association with the Gotham villain known as Penguin in the past?”
“Squawk.”
“What, exactly, is your connection to the criminal otherwise known as Oswald Cobblepot?”
“Squawk?”
“Answer my question!” Bruce growls at the birds.
Jason’s shoulders are shaking with silent laughter, and Marinette stifles a giggle.
“Father, these are-”
“Silence, Damian! I am interrogating the moles that Penguin planted at the zoo.”
One especially brave penguin waddles right up to Bruce, leaving only a few inches of space in between their faces.
They engage in a silent staring contest.
Then…
“SQUAWK!” The penguin screeches in Bruce’s face. Being the Batman, he doesn’t startle (very much) and simply growls as the penguin dives into the water, chirping happily.
“Get back here! I wasn’t done yet!”
Scene VI: Tigers
The orange and black-striped feline elegantly prowls towards the group, heading straight for Cass, who beams and reaches her hand out to press up against the glass. The tiger nuzzles into the wall between them, and Cass frowns.
Captive. She signs. Free?
“This tiger was born in captivity.” Bruce says. “She wouldn’t survive in the wild. And for future reference, none of you are allowed to free the zoo animals.”
Dick sighs. “Aw, come on B, Dami and I had our heist already halfway planned!”
“This tiger is beautiful.” Damian states. “She is graceful in a way that humans cannot master.”
“What about Cass?” Jason points out. “She’s just as graceful as the tiger.”
Cass smiles, pleased. Thank you, little brother.
“Marinette and Dick are really graceful when they’re in the air too!” Steph adds.
Marinette winces. “Key word being air. I’ve already tripped over my own feet six times, and another three times on Jason.”
Right on cue, as she moves to read another plaque, she trips over Jason’s foot and flails. He catches her in a dip like the good boyfriend he is and promptly kisses her- passionately.
Damian makes a disgusted noise, Dick sighs, Tim snaps a picture, and Cass smacks them both on the backs of their heads.
Children. She signs, and they both smile sheepishly. Two toddlers are staring, openmouthed, and Marinette counts five parents covering their children’s eyes.
“Oops.”
Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose. “You two can contribute to Alfred’s PDA jar when we get back.”
“Aww, Bruce!” Jason complains.
“He has strict rules and you didn’t follow them.” Steph chirps. “You brought this on yourself.”
“Timbo, help me out here?”
Tim looks up from where he’s fiddling with his camera. “Uh, no thank you? You two have scarred multiple children for life. It’s only five dollars. You’ll survive.”
“No! Betrayed! By my own family!” Jason wails, and Marinette huffs.
“Mon oiseau, you are the son of a billionaire. Not to mention, all the money you make from your… extracurriculars. You can pay the five dollar fine.”
“It’s the principle of the thing!”
At the end of the day, all of them are tired and sweaty. They agree that maybe the zoo isn’t the greatest place for a family outing, except for Damian, who wants to return to kidnap (Animalnap? Zoonap?) the animals and set them free.
As they get out of the minivan one by one, Marinette, who is right behind Damian, spots something in his shirt move.
“Damian, what’s in your shirt?”
The boy snarls. “Nothing!”
“Damian…” Bruce sighs, and Damian reluctantly pulls out a green grass snake.
“It is non-venomous. Nobody will miss it.” He says defensively, and there is a chorus of groans.
“It’s a snake.” Tim points out. “That you stole. From the zoo.”
Damian sniffs. “I prefer the term liberated.”
Jason groans, and rests his chin on the top of Marinette’s head. She staggers underneath the extra weight. “I hate this fucking family.”
Marinette reaches up to poke him in the chest. “You know you love us. Why else would you wear a bat on your chest?”
did someone say “politician / major public figure hux headcanons” ?? no? Well Here Are Some Anyway
tabloid celebrity gossip magazines in a galaxy far far away only stopped doing pieces on him after he had one or two of their editors-in-chief assassinated
the obnoxious gossip about him was at least 65% “general hux is [30-34] years old and he doesn’t have a spouse or children?? what’s up with that???” and “is general hux secretly dating [kylo ren, captain phasma, captain peavey, literally anyone the paparazzi have ever got a photo of him standing next to]??” type stuff
one (1) tabloid published an obnoxious gossip article about his family and speculating about his mother (in the incredibly insensitive way obnoxious gossip magazines do). their headquarters was carpet-bombed to rubble by the first order within the week.
hux is generally very efficient at every facet of his job, but when he wants to be, he can be the single most obstructive bureaucrat in the galaxy. when he needs to incapacitate someone without killing them, he can tie them down with paperwork and loopholes and tiny insignificant technicalities for years if need be.
he is also the first order’s uncontested master of filibustering.
hux doesn’t publicly address most rumors about himself because he figures that unless the rumors are particularly horrible it’s better to let the people speculate than to confirm or deny any facet of his (actually virtually non-existent) personal life
paparazzi shots of hux are extremely valuable because many a paparazzo has been killed in the act. they’re totally not overcharging, they just need to cover the medical bills of getting blasted in the arm while trying to get a good candid shot of hux just strollin around starkiller base!
stan twitter in a galaxy far far away has a fucking field day over hux. LOTS of “was anyone gonna tell me the first order’s commanding officer is a fucking twink or was i supposed to find that out myself” type posts.
since the first order doesn’t really have non-military political titles besides “supreme leader,” nobody is entirely sure what to call hux in a non-military political context. entities that support him tend to use “acting leader,” “de facto leader,” “face of the order,” or “representative-in-chief.” ones that don’t like him generally use “head bureaucrat,” or, if they really feel like pushing the limits of what they can say without getting killed, “public figurehead.”
people who haven’t met hux in person tend to assume he’s a lot shorter than he actually is; the people he’d most often appear with in public are all taller than him, and it seems more logical to the average person to assume that hux is short, kylo and opan are normal, and phasma is above average than to assume that phasma is 6′7″. people tend to get a bit shocked when meeting hux for the first time and realizing he’s actually tall. hux absolutely thrives off people’s reactions.
Rufus is such a madlad in AC, I wouldn’t put it past him if he had poured Jenova’s goop down the drain, got some greenish coloured liquor shots and put those in the tubes in the box and then pretended to take a shot with his Turks in front of the remnants.
