#//THANKS I HATE IT KEE

[traegics]

i thought you told me everything. (for Everleigh, whoops)

Digits pushed back into blonde locks, the evident stress and devastation permanently written across her features as Laine spoke. It wasn't supposed to be Bella and Cody, why on Earth would she have chosen someone she cared for, someone that was cared for by that very same person. She had been very specific to her coven, no innocent lives and yet they had done a switch on her last minute, leaving her completely distraught and paranoid. Why on Earth had they done this? Was her secret out? Was Marni in trouble now too? Her gaze returns to the huntress before her, cerulean hues pleading with her to trust her. "Laine, I swear, I told you everything," Everleigh states. "I specifically said no innocent lives. I liked her, we were friends. Why the hell would I have sacrificed somebody that I spent nearly every morning with? Somebody that I trusted and cared about? Do you really think I would do that? I don't know what the hell happened? We had somebody already and then- Fuck."

[specialshinytrinkets]

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts? (Seven Seven (if bestie does!!))

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it? (Kee)

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred? (Lioo)

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on? (Derres)

>:3€

Ghost (Seven): "Oh, hehe, don't you worry, buddy! Nobody's haunting li'l old me! And if I was, I'd just reduce the number to zero! If we're talkin' concepts and not ghosts, then... I guess I've been haunted by the family guilt this whole time, can you believe it? Crazy stuff, I know. BUT! I have been attending therapy, and my therapist, she managed to convince me I do not have to center my whole life 'round numbers anymore. I have no idea what to do with this information, but, if I'm bein' honest, it's SO much easier to live like this. I don't have to repeat the first word two times! Do you know how hard it is to hide such a habit?! To make it into a presentable, cute little scene quirk for the audience? I had to make scripts in my head on the fly! That's right, my shows are unscripted. Pretty cool, huh? Every single one is pure improv. I've always been good at improv. Been told I'm good with kids, too! If I had the qualifications, maybe I could become an elementary school teacher."

Guilt (Kee): "I have lived too long to not have any guilt on my shoulders. It's hard to pick... I've made myself a fool countless times, with my friends, family, partners, by getting too emotional or not emotional enough talking with them; sometimes I'd get violent and fight my way to self-isolation, in attempts to "prove" something, I suppose. All of that to say, I've been a jerk my whole life. And I've accepted it, after weeks of ruminating over every single incident. Some took more time, some less, but a couple of apologies, and I was fine. The only thing I'll never be able to accept is my whole... Escape. That was very, very stupid of me. Sure, it's led to some encounters I'd never otherwise have, but it will never be worth all the stress I've put my Mom and Dad through by vanishing. And Zaaze. How she's still tolerating me is a mystery. Derres, too... How did he see anything in me when I was so... Dismissive of him? It feels like he's not a human sometimes... I hope you were not insinuating THAT thing, by the way. I don't want to remember it."

Hate (Lioo): "My father. I like to pretend he doesn't exist, so that when he's least expecting it, I can clock him in the jaw. Bastard really thought moving here would save his marriage. Freakin' moron. ... Oh, we're talking about objects? Do animals count? Then, I guess I don't really like crows? They're too smart for their own good. At least they're not as bad as dolphins, though, but that's a given. I don't know ANYONE who likes dolphins. After they rebuilt Atlantis and sunk it again, nobody trusts them. Minus that one weirdo, what was his name..? Squeel, I think? But I wouldn't trust their word. Their whole biography is so shaky that - and I know it's unfounded, but I have my reasons - I believe it was raised by the dolphins. He's just way too nice about them. Plus, I heard he smells like fish? On sidenote, I never liked his moves. They're too janky. Honestly? They're such a tryhard, it's embarassing. Even if they weren't raised by the dolphins and aren't a trained fish assassin or something, they try SO HARD to appeal to the MMD enjoyers demographic it's a WONDER nobody called him out. So what if he can lick its elbow?? It doesn't make his music good! I genuinely believe its audience is compiled of wannabe marine biologists that got kicked out of university because they let an octopus escape, knowing full well what it can lead to. I read of this guy once, who said he didn't believe in the Kraken and that we're sheeps for thinking otherwise. Sorry, fishermen, your boats got drowned by a collective hallucination, I guess! Unbelievable that guys like him get to vote... What was I talking about again? Oh, yeah, crows. They're... Not the kind of bird I'd want to encounter on an empty street. Ever."

Mistake (Derres): "Worst mistake ever, huh? Hm... Well, it's a story that I don't like to recount, but, if you insist... My biggest mistake was not teaching Lioo how to perform the spider safety circle, alongside some other basics. If I had done that, she would have survived... And we could all have... Ah, but what's the use of crying over spilled milk! I've learned my lesson, as grim as it is... And, uh, now I'm teaching her all that I know myself! That will... Never make up for what happened and my selfishness... But it's a start, right? Right..?"

[ofsupernovcs]

"They would kill me even if I didn't." Juri pointed out.Juri took a step back still wanting to embrace Asher. He wished he knew what he was doing wrong. To ask for forgiveness.

“you have to me let go.”

That was why. That was why Asher was being like this. Because he already let go. Maybe it was foolish of him to believe in happily ever after. Maybe Asher can have it but he couldn't it. He couldn't help but wonder why. Was it because he was rough around the edges and a witch. Or was it because he was disabled. Or maybe it was all three.

The panic and self doubt hit in waves. There were moments were an anger seemed to broil on the surface. The how could you. after all weve been through. But he couldn't, that was the con of speaking with your hands, if your body feels like lead, you can't say anything.

."I've moved on. You should too."

Now it felt like it worst nightmare. Why won't he look at him. What was he doing that so unforgivable. Wanting to tell him he cared. After the time in the car, after the stay with me. Why did he say okay? Why did he kiss him back. Why was repeating in his head like a broken record.

The worst part is he couldn't be angry or asher or asher's potential boyfriend. What good would it do for him now? It was life or death-and Asher seems to choose death to their relationship. Its more fucked up and sad rather than anger. For the first time in a while his flame was put out. The witch was just stuck in his heartbreak.

He could only muster an okay sign before the knife was in his hand. The fleeting touch felt like a taunt, he wished Asher just stabbed his hand instead, at least he would feel something.The silence was deafening before he put the knife away. There was a sigh before he signed.

"I know who Briggs is. He came to my flower shop." Juri signed with a bit more anger than intended. Just like you fucking did. What was it like to be in Asher's orbit and not outside like he was. What was it like to be that mystery person who gets the love and embrace of asher, and not hot potato-ed to Briggs of all people. He guess he'll never know. Not now or ever. He unlocked the door and opened it.

"Thank you for everything. Even if It didn't last." Juri signed with a sad smile. "I hope in another lifetime we can be together." Juri let himself force a smirk and a thumbs up. He was not going to cry until Asher left

"Now go out there and kick some ass for me will you?"

“They’ll kill you.” He knew that if they were caught, the OEA would kill them both. There was frustration in Asher’s movements, each muscle tightening, aching. “Stop, please. Just...” He wanted to acknowledge Juri’s words. To revel in them, to return that very sentiment. God, he wanted more than anything, to feel worthy of them.

But he wasn’t.

Asher could feel the emotion tightening within his airways, his clothing suddenly felt restrictive and his bow tie far too tight. 

‘Because I love you.’ Hearing those words shouldn’t have to be so complicated. They shouldn’t be painful to hear, but in this moment, they were. Asher could feel his eyes beginning to sting as moisture threatened to gather there. His jaw tightened as he slowly lifted his head, “you have to me let go.”

There wasn't anything that Asher could do to relieve the surge of panic that Juri now felt. But this was life or death. Whatever came next, he had to make it hurt. Juri had to hate him, if that was what it took. Anything to ensure that there was distance between them. The words were uncomfortable to speak and Asher felt like the whole world was about to cave in on itself. He had to make it believable. "I've moved on. You should too."

He couldn't stand to look at Juri; to witness what pain he had caused. Instead, the hunter unbuckled a knife from his belt and the same way he had with Briggs, he forced him to take the weapon. He didn't let his touch linger this time. He couldn't. But at least he could assure himself that Juri had some protection.

"I don't know. But something is wrong and you have to be ready. I need you to find somebody. A friend, he can help get you out. Briggs can help you."

[kechiwrites]

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nanami kento x reader! kinktober countdown day 7 (b d s m)

synopsis: “I’m looking for someone to give me control.” He expects his statement to draw some sort of response out of you, but your face remains placid and cool, the only hint that he’s said anything, the gentle upcurve at the corner of your lips. Kento finds himself wanting to muss up your curated exterior, wants to crush that tepid facade under the rough surface of his fingers.

wc: 2.8k

cw: fem + afab!reader but no gendered language, bdsm + D/s dynamics, sex worker!reader, salary man!kento, angst, potentially unrequited love, mentions of unprotected sex, begging, oral sex (m!receiving), jealousy, bondage, brat-taming, toys, mdni.

author's note: FINALLY DONE. JESUS. writing/doing research for medic reader x ghost, then touched starved konig, really impressed on me how powerful saying a man’s name can be. they love that shit. thank you to kitten for proofing and to ketsl + kee for helping originate this story and giving me tiktoks as fuel.

The waitress places a teacup in front of you, plain white, with a matching saucer. The steam of which coils upwards and dissipates before it can graze your chin. Your posture is upright, but not rigid and Kento finds himself correcting his slouch to mirror you. Your ‘thank you’ to her is accompanied with a blindingly bright smile, visibly jarring the waitress, who must face the gruff, deep terseness of truckers all day. She smiles back, turning and retreating with a lighter step than when she came.

Your grin tapers down to a lukewarm smile when you face him again, and it makes Kento ache, though for what, he’s not quite sure. “I think we should start with what you’re looking for, Nanami.”

Your words from the week before ring in his mind;

He brought his champagne flute to yours, eyes twinkling under the ballroom’s low lighting. The blue of your dress is nearly black, and it wraps your figure perfectly, cresting over hip and thigh as though it was made for you. Hell, with the average tax bracket of the guests surrounding the two of you, it could’ve been. 

“And what is it you do?” his question seems to startle you for a moment, and your eyes swing to the side of him, looking for your date, he presumes. Quickly, however, you school your features into a warm kind of indifference. 

“There are people who need to cede their control, to relax. And people who want control ceded to them by someone. I’m that someone.” You bring your glass to your bottom lip, drinking deeply, to avoid further explanation, or to buy yourself time, Kento isn’t sure. Still, the realization of what you mean, what your career is, and potentially why you’re here, sends a tingle down his spine, curls warm and heavy in his stomach. Urges him to take your business card when it’s offered, and make the arrangements to meet with you a week later.

“I’m looking for someone to give me control.” He expects his statement to draw some sort of response out of you, but your face remains placid and cool, the only hint that he’s said anything, the gentle upcurve at the corner of your lips. Kento finds himself wanting to muss up your curated exterior, wants to crush that tepid facade under the rough surface of his fingers.

“I’m sure I can help you with that.”

He settles for tearing at the napkin under his coffee mug.

✧

When you meet again, it’s to discuss your terms. Time with you costs a pretty penny and if Kento was so dead set on what he had pitched in the diner, he was looking at a very extended payment plan. 

He drags his spoon across the bottom of his coffee cup, stirring at the remaining sugar, unmelted at the bottom. He’d added it too late. He hates that. 

“How long will you need me, Kento?” You ask. You keep saying his name, over and over. 

“Do you frequent this place often, Kento?”

“Have you done this before, Kento?” 

“Do you know what you want, Kento?”

It drives him crazy, gives him this frantic itch at the back of his knee so bad that it makes him jostle the limb, like he’s a dog, eager for a treat. For attention.

It’s that itch that keeps him from saying “forever”. From insisting on something he just knows you can’t give. 

“Three months. I want three months. Not everyday, just-”

“Regularly.“ you cut him off. “I understand, Kento.” Your smile is so sweet. Unmelted crystals of sugar, smeared between your nose and chin.

“No one else.” He mutters, chin tucked to his chest, gaze snagged on the candy red linoleum, where he rereads the same scratched in message. 

‘thee hotties were here.’

It forces an exhale out of his nose, and when he can finally bring himself to stare at you, he’s relieved to see the smile you gave the waitress. But this time, it’s for him.

“No one else.” You agree. And Kento feels like he’s breathing for the first time since he sat down.

✧

“So…” Kento tests one of the straps holding your limbs in place. It’s thick, dark, leather, the expensive kind you have to order from a specialty shop in Amsterdam. 

“So…” you respond, and you’re on your knees, nearly naked, at the foot of the lush, grand hotel bed (neutral ground, you’d said) and Kento is above you, standing, not naked. But you have the power here, you’re the one with experience, with stories, with the do’s and the don’t’s, and the not ever’s, not even once.

It’s not quite what he envisioned, and it’s nothing like the porn he watched. But you with that wide belt around your waist? With matching cuffs attached, cuffs that he helped you put your ankles into, that he secured the buckles for? It’s better. Better than the wet dreams and the research and the tight fist around the base of his cock the day after you first spoke in the diner. 

He crosses his arms and just stares, eating up the visual. 

“What?” You ask, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue. “You don’t like attitude?”

And he doesn’t know what he likes. But he knows he wants to learn. 

You start slow, taking him through the motions, explaining what exactly you have experience with, what both of your limits are, what his safe word should be, what he wants out of this.

And then, after all the discussion is said and done, he fucks your throat on and off for an hour.

After session one, you and Kento decide on twice a week.

✧

It turns out, Kento does not like “attitude”. But he does like reform. Likes for you to start sessions with a foul mouth, with rolling eyes and put upon sighs and ribs about him being an old man. Then he likes to fuck it out of you. Overwork your body until the only thing you can do is tremble underneath his palms. He likes to use his knee to press a wand to your clit until you soak the thigh of his dress pants, then he likes to up the setting from two to four and watch your chest cave in on itself. 

He likes to guide your limbs into a spreader bar and slide his tongue from the cleft of your ass to your clit. Adores watching you count the strokes of his dick inside you when your bent in half so he can fuck you in a mating press.

Kento likes the way your skin looks against shiny black leather and pristine white bed sheets. He likes how you look in lacey lilac lingerie with his favourite tie stuffed in your mouth. 

But above all, Kento loves how you look with his hands on you, on your throat, across your back, guiding your head down, or your hips up. His fingers inside you, his palm wrapped around your wrists, his forearms holding up your thighs. 

You make the dwindling amount in his savings worth it. 

You make his nights seem less lonely.

You give him something to look forward to.

✧

It’s nearly a month into your arrangement. Nine sessions, nine nights in the same hotel room, or one that looks exactly like it. Nine meetings in the lobby, nine instances of you looping your arm around Kento’s and walking together to the front desk, then to the elevators. Nine times Kento has peered over your shoulder and into the large leather purse you bring with you every time, eager to see what you’ve planned for him today. It’s always a surprise, unless he’s looked something up and texted it to you, or gotten something express shipped. 

But this time, the tenth time, things are different. This time he meets you at the station by his apartment, at 6 PM on the dot. This time when you walk arm in arm, he gets eight glorious minutes of it. This time, he doesn’t have to check in with the front desk receptionist with the icy eyes and disingenuous smile who always seems to be working when Kento rents a room. 

This time, you've both taken adequate measures, sharing clear bills of health and a firm set of boundaries, everything in place for Kento to forgo condoms for the first time. The hotel you regularly use for your sessions just didn’t seem concrete enough, felt hopelessly sterile, anonymous. And Kento likes to think you like him just a little bit more than your average hotel room client.

He has to think that way, or he’d never have the courage to see you again.

So at his behest, you’re in his space, in his drab beige and white apartment and he can hardly believe it. You drape your jacket over the back of one of his unremarkable dining chairs, and the sleek brown leather simultaneously blends in and stands out, he eyeballs it, while you look around, hears you comment on the amount of books he has everywhere, but he can’t respond, can’t part his gaze from the indelible foreignness of your things in his home. And when you catch him staring at the coat before he can casually look away, you fret aloud.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kento. Should I have hung it up?” He watches you frown, your eyebrows coming together, separated by a miniscule wrinkle. He’s never seen that expression on you before.

He shakes his head, head already in a daze. You’re a worrier. You wring your hands. 

He hadn’t known that.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he gets closer, tears his eyes from your clothing and approaches. Instead of assuring you he doesn’t mind, could not care less, the salaryman puts his hands on you, watches you sink into familiar territory, watches your eyes darken and your lips part and Kento Nanami nearly preens when you shiver. 

“I’ll feed you.” He speaks softly, and he kisses you. Then quickly amends; “After.”

And it might be too much. Too intimate, to share a meal after you let him smack you across the face, and wrap his hand around your throat, and press his thumb over your tongue and fuck you unprotected.

But he doesn’t care.

And neither, it seems, do you.

“After.” You repeat. “Sounds good.” 

And you smile.

✧

Three days after his tenth session with you, he sees you, outside, in regular clothing, not a ball gown or lingerie or nothing at all, but in a black t-shirt and baggy, soft looking jeans, and you’re blinking and smiling and laughing with some man. You’re in a coffee shop across from his workplace, and he can see you from his office’s window. (They’re small time, only on the second floor of a mega-corporation building, and up until that very moment, he had liked being able to see other people from his cubicle).

The man gets up, and Kento hopes he stumbles into the street and gets hit by a car, not hard enough to kill him, but hard enough that he can’t leave the hospital for a few days. 

He returns shortly, with a drink for you, in a large white to-go cup. You don’t ask him anything. Don’t check the cup for details, you just take a sip and smile, slow and satisfied.

Kento blows out a large breath, turns to his desk and fishes out a small, amber pill bottle boasting the illegible, worn-down name of a medication ending in -loft or -pril or -pene. He tips it directly into his mouth, crunching down on two pills before he chucks the bottle across the room.

Kento doesn’t know how you take your coffee. If you even drink it at all. You had tea at the diner, and he was so busy with his own drink, with his own neurosis, he doesn’t remember what you added. 

He calls you. Watches you pick up the phone and excuse yourself to the street outside.

Now, you meet four times a week. He starts doing overtime again.

✧

“Say it.” All the lights are off in your bedroom, save a salt lamp glowing pink on your end table in the corner. It hadn’t stopped Kento from eating up every detail of how you lived with his eyes. He saw the few pieces of underwear you’d shoved under your bed. The one pot of soup? Pasta sauce? You’d left unwashed on your stovetop. The framed picture of you and your mother or aunt or older cousin on your overstuffed dresser.

It had to be one of those. The resemblance was undeniable. 

“Please.” You gasp, and wrench up off your bed, trying in vain to fight against the thick leather restraints keeping you spread eagle before him. The rabbit vibrator inside is blush pink and vibrating at full speed so deep inside you, twisted so it won’t touch your clit.

“You’re better than that, you beg better than that. Don’t make me drag it out of you. Beg. Me.” Kento can hear himself, can hear just how untethered, frayed he sounds. Every downward strike of his hand against your inner thighs is accompanied by a flash of you sipping from that godforsaken off-white coffee cup and smiling like the man from the coffee shop understands you, warm, comfortable. 

Does he know who the woman in the photo with you is? 

“Ken, Sir. Please, please let me come. I’m sorry for being a brat. Please.”

“Who gives you what you need?” He crouches down, sliding a finger along the straining line of your throat. Your lips are slick with your own spit, he’d enjoyed the gag for a bit, but your voice desperately warbling his name would always be better than the visual stimulation. Tear tracks have dried at the corners of your eyes, remnants of the first orgasm he’d ruined for you.

You are so goddamn pretty.

“You do.” You hiss, body arched and shaking, as if you could move the vibrator yourself if you fidgeted enough. He could hear how wet you were, could see beads of sweat pearl on your heated skin,

“Always?”

“Always.” 

✧

Meals after, sometimes before, become a regular occurrence. Usually Kento cooks for you. Sometimes you cook for him. Once, and never again, you got to his place before him, hefting a paper bag of groceries he insisted on compensating you for. When you called him, he had only a few minutes left at work, and the station was so close. So he told you where he kept his extra key. Told you to let yourself in. And you had. 

And when Kento got home, bone tired and overworked and wanting nothing more than to press his mouth to yours for hours, you welcomed him home. Eyes bright, smile hot and melting and so sincere.

And you had made dinner. For the both of you.

✧

“It was a pleasure serving you Kento.” You’re huddled in a winter coat, and briefly, Kento thinks about how fast the weather turned, how you chatted and teased and charmed a man that wasn’t him in a t-shirt two months ago, and now your arrangement with him is ending and you needed a scarf, and gloves. 

“Mm. I enjoyed our time together.” He feels like a liar, feels like the pills he took before this weren’t enough, He can hear his blood roar in his ears. Cold bites through his coat. His nose is probably red. He hates that, reminds him of being a child, small and out of control and sniffling with a fever, at home, missing school. 

Unmelted sugar in cooling barley tea.

“I…” You peter off, and frown. You stick your hands in your pocket and shrug. “Do you want to hug? I think we should…” You don’t finish that sentence either, you just open your arms at him and approach. Wrap your arms around him and squeeze. And Kento doesn’t like PDA, finds it uncomfortable and embarrassing, but he thinks if the two of you stayed on the sidewalk, hugging forever, that would be fine too. He wonders if the people sidestepping around you on the sidewalk think you’re a couple. Think you’re married. 

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

He can smell your hair. 

When you finally pull back, you stare at him, eyes wide, mouth tense. So he kisses your lips, and it’s obviously not the first time, he can kiss you whenever he wants, tilt your head back and slide his tongue into your eager, panting mouth when he fucking feels like it. Because he pays for it.

But he didn’t pay for this one. He drinks from your mouth again, once, twice, three times. Sucks and bites at the surface of your bottom lip and he would chew and swallow every bit of expensive Dutch leather you own to do it for the rest of his life.

✧

“Three more months,” he says, when you answer the phone two weeks later, and he can hear his own heartbeat when you don’t immediately respond. 

“I-if you’re sure.” You answer, and it’s the first time you’ve deferred to him outside of play. Gave him an out. No sugar crystal smile in tepid coffee. 

He wishes he could see your face.

“I’m sure.”

so...how are we holding up? :) find the rest of the masterlist here.

[goldensunset]

💎 lokiss

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💎 lokiss

i think a snickers would’ve fixed baldr tbh

🙅 traumaadcaelum Follow

hi! can you NOT make jokes about the worst massacre that’s happened here in centuries?? my girlfriend was murdered that day but i guess people like you just love taking advantage of tragedies for funny internet clout. i hope you lose your heart in another world.

💎 lokiss

she baldr on my dr until i bald

#get off my post i literally lost someone too

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💐 my-other-car-is-a-keyblade-glider

my missing brother, brani, is finally back!!!! i’ve been so so worried for forever. thank you everyone who prayed with me 🙏

#he is acting a little weird though if i’m being honest #freya speaks

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sometimes i feel like my taste in men is bad and then i remember there are multiple secret societies entirely dedicated to thirsting after master brain

🔑 its-kee-not-kai

you ever see a post that just looks like someone swinging a keyblade at a flappy bugs nest

#kingdom hearts grant me the serenity to not look at the notes #courage to not look at the notes #and wisdom to not look at the notes

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🌕 tardyfleetfoot

Asking for a friend what do you do when a cable car stops in midair and starts shaking and swaying on the wire while you’re in there up there way high above the ground? Time sensitive question asking for a friend.

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🧜🏻‍♀️ ieatchesspieces Follow

let’s explore the nearby abandoned towns together!

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🔑its-kee-not-kai

🔁 master-odin-retire-challenge

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it’s really awful how people are acting like it’s illegal to have a sense of humor anymore. even in the wake of tragedy, humans have always been humans. plus it’s been almost a year now. life goes on, you know?

👢master-odin-retire-challenge

the context for this post is op lost their job and reputation because they laughed at the funeral of a little girl named vör when the person giving the eulogy couldn’t be bothered to learn how to pronounce her name correctly. please for the love of light stop blindly reblogging things like this.

#oh ewww i hate people

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to the anon who just sent that long-winded ask: my blog is my space. if you don’t like what i post then move on.

#xe.post #delete later

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It drives me insane whenever people frame it like Baldr 'succumbing to darkness' and going crazy was inevitable. Sure, darkness played a part in that tragedy, but it completely overlooks the reality of how Master Odin failed to take care of that child at every step of the way. The boy was lost in grief, and the adult who was supposed to take care of him shoved him in an asylum-like room alone? Are we really going to leave that part out in favor of pushing the narrative that people prone to darkness are simply evil at heart? He could have lived a happy life being himself if he had been supported and nurtured. It didn’t have to be this way.

🌕 tardyfleetfoot

Right? We could have saved him from his darkness! He was our friend….

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That’s… not at all what I was saying, but I suppose a stupid comment like this is to be expected from somebody with ‘darkness dni’ in their bio. Thanks for trying.

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‘darkness played a part in that tragedy’ not you sugarcoating what happened for the sake of pushing YOUR narrative that the thing that’s been killing people since the dawn of time can possibly be anything but toxic. how many people have to die before people like you get in touch with reality???

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Sounds about right from someone who went through the Scala Ad Caelum public school system. Have you ever tried reading a book other than what was assigned for class? Please check your natural-light privilege and ignorance. Thanks.

🪐 fenrir-fanatic

look out lads we got another conspiracy theorist ‘homeschool your kids’ dork lmao

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And do you read anything other than sigurd x reader fanfiction, based on the first seven posts on your blog?

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[lenoraah]

𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴

pairing - dennis hauger x reader

summary - reader and Dennis decides that even though they’re not together, they can still surprise each other on Valentine’s Day + named best friend action

a/n - this man doesn’t get enough love

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“I am not letting you mope around on Valentine’s Day again, you understand-”

Olive pauses as she walks into the couple’s apartment. She thought that while Dennis was gone that Y/n would be moping around wearing one of his sweatshirts and scowling while eating a tub of ice cream.

“What is going on?” Olive is left with a dumbfounded look on her face as she sits down on the couch.

Y/n has a giant grin on her face as she grabs two cans of sparking juice out of the fridge while humming.

Olive holds in a breath as she looks around the living room. There is vase of roses on the counter and coffee table. The heart vintage heart shape snow globe that she had gotten the couple is sitting on the window sill next to the strawberry candle.

Y/n is wearing beige linen pants and a baby pink sweater with a heart on the middle. The expression on her face makes Olive open her mouth with no sound coming out.

“What?” Y/n asks as she reaches for the TV remote.

“Why are you so happy?” Olive replies as she squints Serendipity being turned on instead of 10 Things I Hate About You or The Notebook.

“Because it’s Valentine’s Day and I will not let it be ruined again just me and Dennis aren’t together.”

Oh wow.

“You know what, good for you.” Olive pats Y/n on the back before opening her drink.

“I know,” Y/n smiles as she leans against her best friend’s side with a sigh.

The two get the middle of the movie before Y/n’s phone starts ringing. The sound makes both of them scowl as Olive pauses the movie and Y/n answers.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby, where are you?”

The sound of Dennis’s voice makes Y/n smile like an idiot. She twirls a piece of hair around her finger and Olive rolls her eyes.

“Home, with Olive, watching a movie.” Y/n leans the couch as she watches her best friend eat popcorn whiling listening to their conversation.

“Okay, I left something for you in my nightstand drawer. I got it for you a couple-” Dennis gets cut off by someone speaking in Italian. “I got to go, love you. I’ll call you soon,”

“I love you too,”

Y/n looks at Olive with her mouth open just a little before the brunette shoos the y/h/c girl out of the living room and into the couple’s bedroom. Y/n waste no time running into her bedroom.

Olive unpauses the movie and keeps sipping her drink before hearing an excited shriek.

“What? What is it?” The brunette spins her head around as Y/n runs back into living room.

Y/n holds a stuffed bunny in her hands with a pout on her face. Olive squints to see the petite gold watch around the pink bunny’s arm.

“Olive, look.” Y/n shoves the bunny in Olive’s face and Olive nods.

“Yes, very romantic, now please stop reminding me that I’m single and that you and Dennis have one of the most cheesiest relationships I know of.” Olive teases as Y/n unclamps the watch and clasps it around her wrist.

“I know, I know, ugh he’s too sweet.” Y/n says as she notices the engraving on the inside of the watch. It’s her initials and his together. Oh, the cheesiness and sweetness at the same time.

“You did something for him right?” Olive ask as she watches Y/n admire the watch with the bunny cuddled against her chest.

“Um, duh.”

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“Delivery for- Dennis Hauger.”

“Uh, thank you.”

The delivery man raises an eyebrow as he hands the confused Norwegian a bouquet of white roses with a card attached.

“Long distance?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Dennis smiles as he thinks about Y/n.

He thanks the delivery man before closing the door and squinting at the roses.

What was happening.

Dennis leans against the counter as he gently lays the flowers in the marble countertop. He carefully takes out the card without untying the flowers.

He can’t keep but smiling like an idiot as he reads the letter.

Dennis sighs as he gently touches the petals of the roses.

Here he was, thousands of miles away from his girlfriend. Unable to be with her and hug her.

But you know what, they’re making it work and that was that. That was they needed. A little sprinkle of affection and love.

And they both know that they were going to have so many moments together. So many Valentine’s Day to spent together and so many holidays.

They both knew that.

Dennis smiles faintly as he reaches for his phone, just can’t wait to hear Y/n’s voice.

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finally, processing and/or dvd bonus for my beloved sweet talk would be very interesting. thank you <3

✑ PROCESSING: pick a fic and I’ll tell you what it was like to write it!

oh sweet talk my sweet talk. so stupid. so ill-advised. i feel like sweet talk really was just the most prime example of being committed to the bit? like well kee vroombeams will do most anything for the meme of it all. and i will! and in this case i did

it was a bit of a manic one tbh?? i think i wrote the whole thing in a series of sprints where i was averaging like, 600-700 words per 15 minute round. which is great for getting Many Words out. but not great for the guy who has to edit those words. (i'm that guy) overall it was like. fun?? i think?? i don't know i think i was in a fugue state gandalf voice i have no memory of this place. but it was also one of those fics that the more i looked at it the more i hated it so i just had to buckle up and post at some point lol

re: the actual process, conceptually love a threesome. logistically it's like now there are six arms and six legs and three dicks and six balls and three hearts and one and a half brains and and and. and. AND . there's just a lot going on. there's been a sequel in the works for months that came up similarly (many frantic sprints) and it's already longer than sweet talk and it's like maybe two-thirds done so. i don't know. i didn't learn my lesson the first time i fucking guess!!!!!

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

To Oscar's credit, he barely bats an eye when Logan presents him with possibly the dumbest plan he's ever had. "So he just wants to watch," Oscar says. He's slumped in the exact chair in the corner of the hotel room that is being discussed, actually, and Logan's receiving untold psychic damage about it. "Yeah," Logan says, messing around with his suitcase so he doesn't have to look Oscar in the very much unbatted eye. "It's—I mean, maybe he was just memeing, man, I don't know." "I feel like if you've gotten to the point of scheduling it it's not a meme anymore." "Advanced memeing," Logan amends. "Like, it's Alex. Who fucking knows what goes on in his head?" Oscar says, "Hmmm." Logan peeks up from his already extremely tidy luggage, continues pretending to tidy it. Oscar's still looking at him, of course, because Oscar looks all the time like he knows things and Logan knows that he knows things but he doesn't have to make it such a thing, does he? "What?" Oscar shrugs. "I'm not bothered either way," he says, and it's literally just this second that Logan realizes he hasn't even fucking asked if Oscar's down for this. "Just, you know. Make sure it doesn't bother you." He's caught for a second between apologizing or throwing himself to the floor at Oscar's feet and thanking him for being the most unfazeable human person on this earth or maybe offering up sexual favours in exchange for his like extremely severe blunder of not asking if it's actually okay to invite Alex Albon to watch them fuck. "It doesn't bother me," he settles on. It comes out all muttered and sheepish, but it's pretty much the truth. Like, ninety percent of it.

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[wanderingnork]

Gith Deep Dive: Top Ten Weirdest Lore From Dragon Magazine

Dragon was a magazine published from 1976 to 2013, first by TSR (the origin company of D&D), then Paizo (now best known for Pathfinder), and finally Wizards of the Coast. It was replaced in 2015 by Dragon+, which ran until 2022. The magazine published short fiction and comics, adventures and maps, reviews, advice, artwork, and more. Whole adventure lines (like Age of Worms or Scales of War) were published through the magazine, never as hard-copy books. Its famous "Ecology of..." line provided in-depth bestiary looks at various iconic monsters. The mind flayer ecology article is even narrated by a githyanki! It introduced magic items, class mechanics, and more--some of which have become staples of the wider tabletop RPG community.

Dragon ran for 430 issues and Dragon+ added another 41 on top of that. 47 issues of the original run featured the githyanki heavily, and 4 of Dragon+ did. On my neocities gith resources page, you can see all of them. They often appeared on encounter or class tables (as a PC race particularly suited for a particular paragon path or prestige class), but those I haven't included.

What's presented here is what I think are the ten weirdest, wildest, most surprising pieces of gith lore out of Dragon (and Dragon+). Enjoy.

(Note: I use Astral Plane and Astral Sea based on edition--it was Astral Plane up until 4th Edition when it switched to Astral Sea.)

(Further note: I sincerely apologize on behalf of the original writers for the way some of the original articles are written. There's often thoughtless language, nasty biases, and other questionable content. Trust me, it gives me the ick too.)

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10: #93 – "Pronunciation Guide: An informal index of the right things to say", p.26

So...that's not actually how the article titled is spelled, but I hate how they did it so, so much. "Ay pronunseeAYshun gyd." Thanks, but no thanks.

This is more of a meta-weirdness than anything else. According to this article, "githyanki" is pronounced "gith-yan-kee," with emphasis on "yan." Cool, fine. "Githzerai," on the other hand, which we mostly pronounce as "gith-zer-eye" now (with emphasis on "eye"), is said to be pronounced "gith-zer-ee" (with emphasis on "gith"). You can spot this pronunciation listed on the Forgotten Realms wiki article, but in Baldur's Gate 3 it's quite clearly pronounced the former.

How times change.

9: #408 - Bazaar of the Bizarre: Treasures of the Elemental Chaos, p.29

The artifact suite "Xenda-Dran's Array" offers players a chance to wear the gear of a long-dead slaad assassin in the service of the slaad lord Ygorl. Apparently, eons ago, the slaad ran into the enlightened githzerai master Liricosa (detailed in The Plane Below: Secrets of the Elemental Chaos, p.148). Liricosa's power is such that he either killed the slaad easily...or his transcendent nature turned a slaad, the embodiment of chaos, into a being of law.

8: #390 – Power Play: Divine: Dead Gods, p.46-47

Deep in the Elemental Chaos floats the petrified body of the long-dead god Haramathur. Eons ago, this god sacrificed himself to seal away a powerful primordial. Now a githzerai monastery has been carved directly out of the god's body. The githzerai who live there call themselves the "Disciples of Stone" and may actually be able to communicate with stone itself. Good luck getting there to meet them, though: the body is surrounded by a maelstrom of volcanic energy.

7: #287 – Creatures of the Chaos Spire, p.74

An eldritch fortress known as Gnythagak, shaped by use of psionic power, is now known as the Chaos Spire. It was taken from the illithids by a combined force of githyanki and githzerai. Afterwards, the githyanki occupied the fortress, and the githzerai responded with an army. Tens of thousands died on both sides in the massive battle. In the end, the githzerai channeled the raw matter of the plane of Limbo directly into the heart of Gnythagak, resulting in an interplanar explosion and the transformation of the fortress into a migratory pocket-plane of its own.

The wild part about this isn't the battle. It's that the githyanki and githzerai worked together at such a scale for such a massive undertaking. That's pretty damn exceptional, and a demonstration of just how much both sides hate mind flayers.

6: #245 – Mindstalkers, p.36-43

This article covers an order of dwarves who develop psionic powers in order to hunt illithids. They learned from a githyanki who, in gratitude for being rescued from illithid clutches before he could become dinner, taught his dwarven rescuers psionic skill. The githyanki even brought ore from an Astral godmote to the dwarves so they could forge special weapons to fight mind flayers. These "caradhakers" adopt githyanki hairstyles and ornamentation alongside their typical clan fashions (and, of course, beards).

Githyanki aren't normally quite this open or friendly with other species. But, much like the incident with the Chaos Spire, hatred of illithids overrides everything.

5: #101 – Creature Catalog III, Thendar, p.54

Appearing ONLY in this single brief article, the thendar are a strange, humanoid Astral species who travel the planes gathering knowledge. They live for thousands of years and are peaceful sages.

The githyanki hate them. Probably just because they're nice...?

4: #159 – Voidjammers!

HOOOO BOY OKAY THIS IS THE DISTURBING ONE BUCKLE THE FUCK UP

So a thousand years or so ago, this archmage named Peregrin got bored with Material Plane adventures and moved to the Astral Plane with intent to literally form a planar taxi service. His adventures could probably fill a book, but the point for this post: the githyanki fucking hate this guy. First for intruding on the Astral Plane, then because this guy went on a rampage through the githyanki forces to confront Vlaakith *face to face* and demand she stop attacking his ships.

Apparently she was "less powerful" than she is now.

The githyanki left Peregrin's taxi service alone, for the most part, but they're still nursing one hell of a grudge. As they should. See, most of the ships are powered by extracted mind flayer brains, lobotomized to remove personality and retain psionic power for propulsion. So, so fucking disturbing, but the githyanki would probably approve of that. What they would not approve of is that it's rumored that Peregrin's personal flagship is powered by a pair of githyanki brains.

And, if it wouldn't make the whole species angry enough to find a way to kill him, Peregrin is openly stated to think powering his whole fleet with githyanki brains is a good idea.

In Dragon #166, a reader sent in a letter discussing how nightmarish this is and how much they disapprove. I find myself agreeing.

3: #419 – Winning Races: Bladelings

This article introduces the "bladelings" as a playable race for 4th Edition. Fancy, edgy (ha), violent, growing literal razor blades out of their bodies like scales, the bladelings were originally mortal human worshipers of Bane. When they won his favor, Bane fused them with their weapons forever. You know. As you do.

And then there's this one random throwaway line on page 23: "A few dissidents claim that they were actually from the same racial stock that would eventually give rise to the githyanki and githzerai."

E X C U S E ? ? ?

No elaboration is ever given. Guess we just get to live with this!

2: #381 – "The Foundling," Mike Resnick, p.18-23

Right. I highly recommend you read this one yourself for maximum impact. Here's the Internet Archive link.

In brief...a young githzerai woman (all of 22 years old) loses her infant child. A year later, she discovers an orphaned githyanki baby. And, well...

"It wasn’t its fault that it was born of the githyanki. It needed care, and love, and shelter, and she had all three to give."

Despite the scorn of her kin, the young woman decides to raise the baby as her own. For one of them, the scorn eventually turns to hate, and so begins a series of attacks by increasingly powerful monsters on mother and child as they travel far and wide to escape their enemies. After four years, things finally come to a head. At which point...well. I really, REALLY don't want to spoil the ending.

Let's just say that the githzerai responsible for the attacks is about to have a really, really bad day.

NUMBER ONE WEIRDEST: #355 – Ecology of the Devourer, p.58-63

This article covers the nightmarish devourer, a form of undead that devours souls. How they're created has changed over the years (nowadays they're fiends, not undead), but this article is from D&D 3.5, where they were very much undead. They drive someone to the brink of death, then drag the person's soul inside their ribcage and torture it for power.

According to this article, the devourers originated with the githyanki.

During the reign of Vlaakith 156--the predecessor of the current Vlaakith--a scheming general decided to avoid getting his soul eaten. Because apparently the previous Vlaakith was also a soul-eating lich! His attempt went wrong and his rebellion was crushed. Their souls were taken from them and locked away, their bodies thrown into the Astral Plane.

Unfortunately for Vlaakith and the githyanki in Tu'narath, the general's body was reanimated by energy from the Negative Energy Plane. He brought back his most loyal followers as the same kind of undead, all of them starving for their missing souls, and they launched a second attack on Tu'narath. Many, many githyanki died in the unexpected attack. Vlaakith and the undead general finally fought face to face over the bodies of their followers. History's not clear on who won, but at some point in the chaos the current Vlaakith--number 157--took the throne. She's ruled unchallenged for a thousand years and the githyanki have hated and feared the devourers ever since.

That's...so much to unpack. Multiple Vlaakiths were liches? This is a long-running tradition? According to the article, the exact dates of a Vlaakith's reign are obscured, so exactly how long does each one rule? Just how LONG have the githyanki been around?

Oh, and the icing on the cake: in the modern day, some githzerai monasteries employ elder devourers as monastery guards. In return for aid, the githzerai search for the devourers' original missing essence. In the meantime, they feed the devourers the souls of captured githyanki.

The githzerai are not the good guys.

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On deck for next time: the githyanki of 4th Edition D&D!

[sleepingdeath-light]

little one ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (07/04/22)

word count ; 759

content ; reader is assumed as being 5-7 years of age, reader gets injured, golden guard hunter

fandom ; the owl house

pairing ; platonic hunter x younger sibling reader

read also on ; ao3

‘… and honestly you should be thankful that I was the one sent down to talk to you. The emperor is not a merciful man and Titan knows what he would have done to you if he was in my shoes right now.’

This lecture had been going on for nearly half an hour now and the three coven scouts that had earned his ire had all pretty much zoned out by this point. He wasn’t quite so full of himself that he didn’t realise, but, still, for the sake of appearances he kept it up. Couldn’t have his reputation come under threat, now could he?

‘He might have just had you petrified on the spot — me giving you the time out of my day to set you straight is a blessing. So thank me,’ when they didn’t respond immediately he coughed purposefully into his fist, ‘Thank. Me.’

A quiet chorus of ‘thank you sir’s soon followed before the underperforming trio made themselves scarce — giving Hunter the free reign to relax for a few minutes before his next assignment was to be delivered. Or, at least, it should have provided him such an opportunity had he not heard a very sudden bang followed by a shrill cry that made his stomach drop as he suddenly took off running in the direction the sound was coming from.

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‘Are you okay? What happened?’ He exclaimed as he burst through the door, throwing himself to his knees as he carefully looked you over for any injuries.

‘I tripped, brother, it hurts!’ You wailed in return, wiping your eyes with your tiny fists as you hiccuped and gasped and sobbed. Screaming when he gently grasped your leg and began to try and inspect the wound through your torn pants.

‘I’m only trying to help,’ Hunter assured, taking his mask off and placing it to one side as he gave you an awkward grin, ‘but I need to see what’s making you hurt so that I can make it better. Okay?’

‘Okay…’ you returned, still reluctant and unable to look at your scraped knee — holding onto the edges of his cape as you stared daggers at some random spot on the floor.

Then, with a furrowed brow and a low hum, your brother began to properly inspect the injury. Taking mental notes of the scrapes and cuts as he used his free hand to summon his staff and use it to bring him some disinfectant and a bandaid with your favourite character on it.

‘This is gonna sting, but that just means that it’s doing it’s job,’

‘Pinky-promise?’

You offered up your hand and looked up at him with teary eyes and he chuckled and linked his pinky with yours.

‘Pinky promise.’

The determined nod you gave made him smile as he reached for the potion and poured a few drops onto your knee, wincing when you whimpered. He hated seeing you hurt and he felt like a monster for making it worse, even if he knew that he wasn’t really hurting you — but that guilt soon melted away when you gasped and giggled excitedly once you noticed your beloved (character) adoring your knee.

‘Hunter! Hunter! Look!’

‘I see them, I promise,’ he laughed, helping you to your feet and brushing the dust and detritus off of his uniform. Then, after taking a moment to put his mask back on, he tightly squeezed your hand and started to lead you out into the palace hallway. ‘Hey — how about you stay with me for the day? We can talk all about them while I’m working,’

He saw you frown and stop in the corner of his eye, your little face scrunching up in confusion as you stared up at him.

‘But uncle said that your job is super important and I’m not allowed to di… di…’

‘Distract me?’ He offered.

‘Yeah! Distract you,’

‘Well you won’t be distracting me, just making my work more fun. Besides it gets pretty lonely out there and you’re the best company in the world,’

‘I am?’

‘Yeah!’

‘Then let’s go, let’s go!’

And you were off like a whippet, with Hunter struggling to keep up as he kept a tight grip on your tiny hand. Smiling down at you with relief because, for as much as he loved your company, he really just didn’t want you getting hurt again — his heart couldn’t handle it.

But he’d never tell you that; not when you were so excited to go and work with him. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right?

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🌭🍔🥑 for the fic asks! Love ya!!

This was such a fun couple days thanks to you @babbushka ! We need to keep this up! It’s beyond wonderful to have you back! 💗💗💗

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Ok this is the most fun question! We should just have a weird and random HC day lol!

Flip loves vintage advertising. Those old sporting calendars you used to see in hardware stores and sporting goods stores that have nostalgic paintings or action scenes from the old west with cowboys and gunfighters and hunters and mountain men. They're his primary decor in his cabin. Walking through that heavy wooden door, you could just as well be stepping back one hundred years, especially since it's far enough from town that no lights shine at night and there are no sounds other than those made by the forest and wildlife.

Flip loves dive bars. He can take you out dancing or wine and dine you somewhere swanky, and he does often. But there's something about the gritty familiarity of a dive bar - the neon lights, the bad taxidermy, the sticky floor, the smell of greasy food, whiskey, and smoke, Johnny Cash playing on the jukebox - that really gets him riled up and hot under the collar.

Friday nights after he gets off, he asks you to meet up with him and the guys for some greasy food and a beer. Work weighs heavily on his shoulders and he takes it seriously. His usual approach to stress is to sweat it out with a vigorous workout. Weights, running, or punching a heavy bag are best. A vigorous fuck works too. He tries to get his heart racing with one method in the morning and the other in the evening. But he takes Friday nights to unwind in more traditional ways, out someplace with friends and his girl. In a dive bar, he can be boisterous and crude, laugh loud and tell raunchy jokes with Ron, make you sit on his thigh and shamelessly grab your ass, kiss your neck and growl absolute filth in your ear. For his money, it beats the hell out of going someplace he actually has to behave and act civilized.

Challenging you to a game of pool is a favorite go-to. He usually throws the game just to watch you gloat. And more importantly, to watch you bend over the pool table and stretch out prettily to make a shot. It makes his blood run hot, makes him hard in his jeans, when he looks down your shirt or eyes your ass like a dirty old man. He loves that you're all his to eye all he wants. You know this, of course, and naturally play it up a little extra for his enjoyment. When you draw attention from other men in the bar, you know that too, but it's just so much fun to see Flip puff out his chest a little and glare at your fan club. Once or maybe twice according to Flip's count, this has culminated in a bar fight with you icing his bruised knuckles and kissing his bloody lip late into the night. But you should see the other guys. According to a more accurate and unbiased count - yours - this happens almost annually. It's a nice treat to look forward to once a year or so. And the fireworks he gives you afterwards are a helluva lot better than the Fourth of July.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I really like watching movies with the vibes I’m going for while I’m writing or having them play in the background. I've currently exhausted my Victorian watchlist while I've been working on my current fic. I also like to read similar things too but that's obviously more time consuming. I recently discovered a fun series you might like with campy Victorian antics by Evie Dunmore.

When I'm a little stuck or need to picture something better, something physical helps my brain function a little. Lifting weights works for me and although I truly hate cardio, it helps to get my thoughts churning. Probably because I'm so bored and miserable, but I'll take what I can get xD.

Then there's always good ol' maladaptive daydreaming.

Omg all the edits that have been coming around the last couple years have really helped keep me rabid. Especially during these content dry spells when there's no new movies on the horizon to look forward to.

I love making aestheics/moodboards for myself and I have a ton that have never seen the light of day because they're just for me or to scratch an itch. It's extra fun because it satisfies both an artsy urge and helps stay in the zone for fics. But sometimes they also derail me with a new idea and I deviate to write a fic for the moodboard xD

These are some of my favorites that don't go with a posted fic. I may have a problem!

This is my recent desktop backgrounds:

🥑What are you currently working on?

I have one big fic that I'm currently focused on. Which is really the biggest challenge for me, just staying focused on any one thing OMG. But I'm right at the finish line for this one, then I have to chose which idea to focus primarily on next. I'm trying really hard to get some bigger projects done just because they have a chance of potentially being serious writing. And frankly because the engagement is down here, but if that changes, I'm more than happy to change with it and get rabid again. Even these HCs today are such a fun little burst of creativity!

Wargrave Hall

Victorian haunted house and occult story with romance of course. I have about 1/3 of this posted now publicly but its gotten too big to update my fic post now, which really pisses me off actually xD. I'm very near the end and it's just under 100k now, so it will probably finish somewhere around 110K and then I'll post it all. I'm having a lot of fun with it and it's much better than I thought it'd be when I started it. In my humble, biased opinion anyway.

Annees Folles

Roaring Twenties adventure story with a love triangle and plenty of romance and treasure hunting. This is hovering around 150k now and has never been published, although I've sent it to my friends here who have shown interest. I'd be happy to send it to anyone who's consistently supported my insanity. It's definitely my favorite thing I've written so far and has everything I love. After I finish the Victorian fic, my goal is to get this one finished too so I have two big quality fics in the bank, then start a new project. I'm probably 7/10 done with this one, so it will be a big one when completed.

I might be obsessed with the aesthetic...

[tennessoui]

Hey Kit!! This past year when the Acolyte came out, my heart broke and I decided to step away from Star Wars. It’s fine that others liked it but personally I didn’t; actually to be frank, I REALLY didn’t like it. Star Wars and Anakin got me through a lot, so watching Disney take an actual shit on his origin and then his redemption ark by half-assing the lore, felt like a punch to the gut, and I had to step away. (This is my personal opinion, if you or others liked it that’s great! I just didn’t). However, when I saw that u published the body politics au, I decided to sit down and catch up on all your fics (btw I love the Hanahaki one!), and it got me back into the fandom. I’m glad one shitty (imo) show didn’t push me away permanently and I have you to thank for that. I’ve met so many great people thru Star Wars and made a lot friends so it had really been kind of hard to turn away from it. I just really wanted to say thank you. your writing is, as always, too beautiful and inspiring to ignore. Star Wars means so much, and I’m so thankful that your work was able to help me look past all the stuff that made me unhappy with it. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

this is very kind to send to me and a very nice morning read! i admit, i actually have not watched the acolyte, though not for any particular reason. i've definitely heard mixed reviews about the show and its take on the jedi order and the sith, which have been sorta sad to read cause i do like the jedi (though i guess i never label myself as pro-jedi cause like? they're the good guys? you're not like. pro-percy jackson or something right? pro-katniss everdeen? you just sorta read the book and you're like oh yeah these are the good guys. might find aspects of a character annoying but i'm definitely not supposed to be rooting for the Capitol or smething right)

but i've also heard from other people that as a pew-pew show, it delivers on that front! lightsaber fights are cool and everyone has a funky haircut that they pull off somehow which does feel quintessentially star wars

my general view of the disney plus star wars shows is that i'll watch the ones that strike my fancy, and if one of them doesn't then i won't. the star wars disney execs produce a lot of content (and i truly mean content, i.e. material to be consumed - not necessarily art) and a lot of it i'm probably never going to watch. it wasn't made for me, and i definitely get the lurch and disappointment you may feel if you look forward to something for ages and then it's not what you wanted in a thousand small ways or a handful of big ways. i think that's especially hard to guard against nowadays when trailers for tv shows rely more on aesthetic and punchy one-liners and brief second cameos than they do explaining the actual story of the show

but you can be a fan without loving the direction some shows go in or the choices directors make!! if that looks like only watching shows that have been peer-reviewed, or if that looks like ignoring everything but a small corner/subset of a massive fandom, or if that looks like turning from the media itself and diving further into fanart and fanfiction and interacting with people online then that's what it looks like! especially now that the world of canon star wars media isn't just 6-9 movies + 2(?) non trilogy movies, you should absolutely go about watching star wars content with a you-first mindset 100%

you know how many people were disappointed in the obi-wan kenobi series?? soooo many because he was a sad little pathetic and broken man with greasy hair. but that's exactly how i like my obi-wan kenobis, so i was thrilled every episode lol but i'm sure other people hated it and boycotted and whatever. but i found my corner of the fandom who also enjoyed that and it's been wonderful <3

so anyway thankyou so much for your very kind words i hope none of that sounded too preachy i was mostly trying to agree with you that it's really great that one (shitty) show did not keep you away from the fandom forever and that you're back!!

welcome back :)

[cockslutpadalecki]

Lisa’s 2022 Reads Masterlist

I sincerely failed in trying to read 2,022 fics and I definitely didn’t read as much as I would’ve liked, but I’m still proud of myself what I did manage to achieve! I was going to make masterlists for each month, but I think we’re beyond that now so... have an epic one instead.

I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume. Please heed all warnings, pairings, tropes before you proceed. Don’t send hate to any authors for mistakes YOU make in choosing to sideline warnings and reading a story that is going to make you feel uncomfortable. Be mindful that most of these stories are more than likely 18+ so no minors.

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

⤞ STEVE ROGERS

@boxofbonesfic; ✿ Memento ✿ Yes, Headmaster ✿ Office Hours ✿ Down In The Dark ✿ Last Laugh ✿ Something Blue ✿ Bakers’ Dozen ✿ Bitten ✿ Rumination

@straywords; ✿ On The Rocks ✿ Show Some Respect ✿ Jitters Series ✿ Tight Until It Snaps ✿ A Taste ✿ Unholy/Sin On Your Tongue

@princessmisery666; ✿ Drinking Alone, Together ✿ Sundress

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor; ✿ Merciless ✿ Book Smart

✿ Sweat And Sacrifice (2) (3): @lokislastlove

✿ Fragile - Time’s Up: @syntheticavenger

✿ Sex Tape (2) (3): @fictional-affairs

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⤞ ARI LEVINSON

✿ Good: @nocturne-pisces​ ✿ New Hire (1) (2): @boxofbonesfic​ ✿ Our Little Secret: @straywords

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⤞ LLOYD HANSEN

@angrythingstarlight; ✿ Don’t Look ✿ If You Want It So Bad

@charnelhouse; ✿ Mirror ✿ You’re Not Cinderella

✿ Sad Girl: @onsunnyside

✿ Diabolical Dealings: @lokislastlove

✿ Side To Side: @labella420

✿ Grand Finale: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

✿ Boring, Boring, Boring: @rustytricycle​

✿ Come To Daddy: @straywords

✿ Thanks For The Invite: @syntheticavenger

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ RANSOM DRYSDALE

✿ Nocturnal (3): @syntheticavenger​ ✿ The House By The River: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ ✿ Yesterday’s Dream, Today’s Nightmare: @late-to-the-party-81

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⤞ ANDY BARBER

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor; ✿ What Could Be ✿ If It’s Only A Fantasy, Then Why Is It Killing Me?

✿ Cruel Daddy Series: @onsunnyside

✿ The Perfect Man: @targaryenvampireslayer

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⤞ CURTIS EVERETT

✿ Together Forever: @syntheticavenger​

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SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS

⤞ BUCKY BARNES

@straywords​; ✿ Fallen Doves ✿ Insatiable ✿ A Perfect Fit ✿ Caught In The Sirens ✿ Bows And Ribbons

@sweeterthanthis; ✿ Rise And Shine, Princess ✿ Your Filthy Heart (8) ✿ Game, Set And Match

@gogolucky13; ✿ Comply ✿ Little Bird Series ✿ Notam

@cherienymphe; ✿ Dollhouse Series ✿ Midnight Snack

✿ The Devil You Know: @sgt-seabass

✿ Dangerous Dance: @princessmisery666

✿ Cut: @boxofbonesfic

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⤞ MICKEY HENRY

✿ Alive: @navybrat817

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ LANCE TUCKER

✿ Bronze: @nocturne-pisces

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⤞ NICK FOWLER

@navybrat817; ✿ Soft Spot ✿ Gratification

✿ Shoot To Thrill: @sweeterthanthis

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ STEVE KEMP

✿ Heads Will Roll: @sgt-seabass​ ✿ Sweet Tooth: @cherienymphe​ ✿ Tastes Like You: @nocturne-pisces

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ LEE BODECKER

@sweeterthanthis; ✿ Bellyache ✿ Dazed And Confused

✿ Dress Up: @sgt-seabass

✿ Homemade Heaven: @nocturne-pisces

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⤞ CHRIS (DESTROYER)

✿ Stress Reliever: @nocturne-pisces

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CE/SS CHARACTER PAIRINGS+

⤞ STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES

@straywords; ✿ Past Curfew ✿ Shelter From The Storm ✿ Deny Me

✿ Guilty: @syntheticavenger

✿ Talking Bird (1): @boxofbonesfic

✿ Grocery List Series: @nocturne-pisces

✿ An Indecent Proposal: The Paris Exchange: @imanuglywombat

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⤞ STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES/NICK FOWLER

✿ Favour: @howdoyousleep3

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ NICK FOWLER/BUCKY BARNES

✿ Push And Pull: @navybrat817

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ ARI LEVINSON/CHRIS (DESTROYER)

✿ Bait And Switch (1): @sweeterthanthis

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ ANDY BARBER/ARI LEVINSON/BUCKY BARNES

✿ En Voyage: @onsunnyside​

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MARVEL

⤞ THOR ODINSON

✿ Lessons: @charnelhouse​ ✿ Size: @boxofbonesfic

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⤞ PETER PARKER

@cherienymphe; ✿ Forget Me Not (TH) ✿ Guns N’ Roses (TH) ✿ The Favor (TH)

✿ Outskirts: @lokislastlove (TH)

✿ Brother’s Keeper: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (TH)

✿ Anxious: @syntheticavenger (AG)

✿ Inhibitions: @clints-lucky-arrow (AG)

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⤞ HARRY OSBORN

✿ Nasty: @thewritingdoll​ (DD)

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ DRUIG (ETERNALS)

@clints-lucky-arrow: ✿ Everything ✿ Kyphi ✿ Ruin

✿ Good Vibrations: @mothdruid

✿ Sweet Madness: @cherienymphe

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⤞ STEVE ROGERS/BUCKY BARNES/THOR ODINSON/LOKI LAUFEYSON/SAM WILSON/PETER PARKER

✿ Hidden Gems Series: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

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OUTER BANKS

⤞ RAFE CAMERON

@cherienymphe:  ✿ Country Club Chronicles ✿ Friends Like These ✿ Brother May I Series ✿ The Hills Series ✿ Wicked Games/That Night ✿ Just The Tip ✿ Pretty When You Cry ✿ Do I Wanna Know?

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor; ✿ Be Mine ✿ Lost Cause ✿ Bring You Flowers

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ RAFE CAMERON/TOPPER THORNTON

✿ Only For Tonight: @cherienymphe

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ RAFE CAMERON/JJ MAYBANK

✿ Amnesiac Series: @cherienymphe

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⤞ JJ MAYBANK

✿ One Last Sunset: @princessmisery666​ ✿ Traitor: @cherienymphe

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SUPERNATURAL

⤞ DEAN WINCHESTER

✿ Lights Out (Prologue): @winchest09 ✿ Liquid Courage: @covered-byroses​

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⤞ SAM WINCHESTER

@princessmisery666​; ✿ Cuffed ✿ Don’t Leave​

✿ Tight: @kittenofdoomage

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THE BOYS

⤞ SOLDIER BOY

@targaryenvampireslayer; ✿ Fangirl Crush ✿ Rescue Mission

✿ G.B.A: @impala-dreamer

✿ Bruise: @charnelhouse​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ HOMELANDER

@cherienymphe; ✿ Home Sweet Home ✿ Daddy Issues Series

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JOEL KINNAMAN CHARACTERS

⤞ RICK FLAG

@princessmisery666; ✿ Take A Shot ✿ Nobody But You, Forever ✿ Slip Of The Tongue

✿ Dead On Arrival (7) (8) (9): @clints-lucky-arrow

✿ Kill Of The Night: @babblydrabbly

✿ The Watcher: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

✿ It’s Completely Natural: @mishficsx

✿ Why: @lorecraft​

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⤞ TAKESHI KOVACS

✿ Smile For You: @loverhymeswith

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

⤞ DAEMON TARGARYEN

@cherienymphe; ✿ Rumor Has It ✿ The Dragon’s Den

✿ You’ll Be Waiting In Vain: @charnelhouse​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ AEGON II TARGARYEN

✿ Violet Eyes & Violent Delights: @cherienymphe​

❀ ❀ ❀ ⤞ AEMOND TARGARYEN

✿ I Spy With My Little Eye: @cherienymphe​ ✿ Tears In Rain: @charnelhouse​ ✿ Idaña: @mypoisonedvine

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⤞ AEGON II TARGARYEN/AEMOND TARGARYEN

@cherienymphe; ✿ Sibling Rivalry ✿ Gods & Monsters

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ DAEMON TARGARYEN/HARWIN STRONG

✿ He Finds You: @targaryenvampireslayer​

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STRANGER THINGS

⤞ EDDIE MUNSON

✿ Wild Side/Still Of The Night: @mypoisonedvine ✿ Let Me Make It Up To You: @irrelevantwriter

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⤞ EDDIE MUNSON/STEVE HARRINGTON

✿ On The Prowl: @mypoisonedvine

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FANDOM CROSSOVER PAIRINGS

⤞ RICK FLAG/RANSOM DRYSDALE

✿ Beginners Luck: @lokislastlove​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ STEVE KEMP/LOKI

✿ I’m Your Victim & I Like It: @breakablebarnes​

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⤞ SOLDIER BOY/STEVE ROGERS

✿ One Last Time: @targaryenvampireslayer

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MISC. CHARACTERS

⤞ JAKE “HANGMAN” SERESIN (TOP GUN MAVERICK)

✿ Warning: Do Not Engage: @clints-lucky-arrow ✿ Jake: @charnelhouse ✿ Under The Radar Series: @princessmisery666​

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⤞ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR (CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA)

✿ Promised: @cherienymphe​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ ADRIAN CHASE/VIGILANTE (PEACEMAKER)

✿ Chainsaws And Parking Lots: @charnelhouse​

❀ ❀ ❀

⤞ BRUCE WAYNE (DARK KNIGHT TRILOGY)

✿ Kryptonite: @cherienymphe

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⤞ WALTER DEVILLE (THE INVITATION)

✿ My Soul To Take: @cherienymphe

[freeuselandonorris]

for the fic ask game!! which of your currently posted fics do you feel like challenged you the most in writing it? what parts of it were particularly challenging? (not challenging in the way that it was Hard, necessarily, but in that it was maybe more brain exercise than usual to write??)

luv, @vroombeams

hiii kee thank u! this is a fun one

i actually found it’s just self-defence until you’re building a weapon quite challenging to write in the sense that it was quite emotionally draining inhabiting lando’s self-hating headspace for that long. when i write that side of lando (which is quite rare) i’m drawing a lot from how i used to feel about myself (both my lando and my oscar are to a large extent complete self-projections lmao) and so it feels quite emotionally rough to spend an extended amount of time thinking in that way again when i’ve spent so long training myself to get out of it. plus i do feel a certain amount of… pressure is the wrong word, but i know a lot of people love mondayverse and i don’t take that lightly, so i want to do it justice when i write sequels! so, much as i enjoyed writing it and i’m really proud of it, it was challenging.

andddd going back into the archives a bit, i found you know how sticky it gets really difficult to pace properly, and i think i shafted myself a bit by posting it chapter-by-chapter — i should have just written it and posted it all in one sitting, because i started off wanting it to be a specific thing and sort of lost my way with it a bit. if i’d been braver, i’d have made it more of a breakup fic, or rather a staying-broken-up fic; i gave it a kind of ambiguously hopeful ending in the end, and i don’t know how happy i am with that. i also just found it difficult to write maxiel again after such a long time away from them, and kind of realised that writing them didn’t hit the same anymore as i was doing it. so i guess in a way it was my breakup fic to writing them, too.

tysm this was interesting to think about!

anonymously ask me anything about my fics!

[whchenlvr]

changing his bandages ;

weak hero x gn!reader

wolf keum

➤ you’d run into him right after a shower and notice he isn’t wearing his usual bandages.

➤ since it’s one of the first times you’ve seen him without them, you don’t want to freak him out by overreacting or bombarding him with questions.

➤ casually walk up to him as he fixes his hair and gently kiss his bare shoulder. “do you need me to run out and get some more bandages?”

➤ he’d just shake his head. “just haven’t gotten around to putting them on yet, s’all.”

➤ after some awkward standing and silence, you’d jump up onto the bathroom counter and reach for some unopened bandages.

➤ he’d be confused at first but just watch as you peel one and gently turn his face toward you in order to apply it properly.

➤ wrap your legs around his waist and just hug him and beg him to be careful when he fights. you know these bandages aren’t from fighting, but you can’t help but worry.

donald na

➤ ngl, when you walked into your boyfriend’s office to find him with a fresh cut across his forehead, you panicked.

➤ your boyfriend hardly gets hurt in fights, so the fact that he’s bleeding scares the crap out of you.

➤ rush over to him with the closest object you could find, your shirt (you always wear a tank top/sports bra underneath), and press it to his face.

➤ can’t stop stuttering as you try to ask what happened, which, surprisingly, makes him laugh. of course, that both flusters and frustrates you.

➤ he assures you that he wasn’t hurt and that he’s completely fine, but you still worry. makes sure to give you a kiss on the cheek to calm you.

➤ you place an extra-large bandage on the cut and keep your questions to a minimum after his kiss, but your heart still hammers in your chest.

➤ “i’m okay, see? you healed me right up, darling.”

ben park

➤ whenever ben gets so much as a paper cut, he comes running to find you like the world is ending.

➤ you want to be a nurse when you grow up, so even though you hate the circumstances, ben is great practice.

➤ you hate seeing him in pain, but you hate it more when ben hides all emotion from you. instead of nagging, you just run your hands through his hair and let him sit patiently between your legs as you do your work.

➤ when you apply it crooked, you rip the whole bandage off without thinking and quickly attach it properly, completely missing the tears your boyfriend is fighting back.

➤ “babe, are you trying to heal me or kill me?!”

➤ “i’m sorry! i want it to be perfect for you…”

➤ ends with you very proud of your work and ben attacking you with kisses at how cute you look. even if your bandaging skills aren’t the best, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

alex go

➤ sadly, you’re used to alex visiting you cut up and bruised. honestly, you’re just thankful nothing is broken.

➤ you have some experience with changing bandages, especially when your father was still around, so alex trusts you to tend to his wounds.

➤ you try to make jokes with him as you clean him up to distract him from the sting of the antiseptic. “what, not gonna say ‘you should see the other guy!’?”

➤ and he’d just chuckle. “you should see the other guy.”

➤ alex would be the type to sneak band-aids from your pile and use them to decorate your pants while you’re focused on him.

➤ when you do notice the “HI” though, you’d glare at alex as he bursts into laughter, and then you’d scold him for almost ripping his makeshift stitches.

➤ after chasing him around for a while, you’d settle for a big, wet kiss on the cheek and call it a day :)

gray yeon

➤ grey isn’t used to people showing him affection, so when you appear one evening with a bag of bandages and snacks, he’s more than confused.

➤ he goes to take the bag and thank you, but you pull it back and insist on cleaning him up yourself.

➤ it may take some convincing, but after you explain that his fingers are bleeding and will ruin the disinfecting process, he shyly accepts.

➤ “you should be more careful,” you’d find yourself saying, trying to keep your voice as calm and neutral as possible, since you do understand why gray does what he does.

➤ you are well aware that he is the white mamba and that his image is built on being feared and intimidating, but you just can’t help but worry about him.

➤ he’d sense this and do very very casual things to calm you, like inch closer to you or flick his gaze across your face and let the corner of his lip curl up slightly.

➤ “i just want you to be okay.” you’d whisper as you finish, and he’d just nod. “i never start a fight i know i can’t win, remember?”

jake ji

➤ you have shaky hands and cannot get yourself to calm down, no matter how many breaths you take.

➤ jake would try to convince you that he’s fine on his own, and he probably would be, but you really want to help him and feel like you need to be there for him.

➤ changing jake’s bandages is a time for him to confess his worries to you, which is one of the reasons why you want to be there; so you can listen to him.

➤ he’s put his hand over yours to get your full attention, even without meeting your eyes. “… sometimes i really want to get out. to leave the union. i know how dumb it sounds, but i don’t want to worry about if the person checking out behind me is out to get me or not, y/n. i want us to be safe.”

➤ and you would just hug him and assure him that you’ll both be fine. that nothing will happen and that you aren’t going anywhere.

➤ “let’s run away, y/n. you and me.” you’d sadly have to be the real one and remind jake that you’re both still in school.

➤ you’d treat him with kisses on the face and hands to make him feel better, though. along with new editions of his favorite mangas. he doesn’t stay sad long.

gerard jin

➤ usually, gerard insists on applying his own bandages because he hates the thought of burdening you.

➤ though, when you’re able to convince him to let you do it, you use an extra soft touch when cleaning cuts on his face and head to avoid making him feel uncomfortable.

➤ gerard just feels grateful for you. that you manage to stick around despite his messy lifestyle and dangerous antics.

➤ he’d ask you to hum for him. to “distract him”, of course. but you’d obey, especially if he pulls the hurt card.

➤ you would be sure to get decorative bandages for the less-serious injuries, and gerard always grumbles when he sees his reflection, but he secretly loves them.

➤ “that hello kitty looks so good on you, my love.”

➤ “oh, i’m sure it does.”

[violetduchess]

Soulmates Headcanons 3

Summary: You are the soulmate of the Obey Me! boys.

Characters: Leviathan, Belphagor, Simeon

CW: None

Notes: I just now notices I hit 100 followers. As a treat I'll do a double upload. Thank you all so much!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Current]

Leviathan

Leviathan had never been one to believe in love at first sight. In fact, he had never really been interested in anyone beyond his anime and games. That was until you came along. The moment he laid eyes on you, he felt something stir within him, something he had never felt before. It wasn't until he saw the words on his wrist that he realized what it was: you were his soulmate.

- The moment you arrived in the Devildom, Leviathan was the first one to see you. He was both excited and nervous to meet you, unsure of how to approach you without scaring you off.

- At first, Leviathan kept his distance, watching you from afar and trying to get a sense of who you were. He would spend hours holed up in his room, playing games and pretending not to care, but secretly thinking about you all the while.

- Eventually, Leviathan couldn't resist any longer. He started to make small talk with you, asking about your interests and trying to find common ground. He was surprised at how easy it was to talk to you, and how much he enjoyed your company.

- Leviathan was determined to impress you, even if it meant stepping outside of his comfort zone. He started to take an interest in your hobbies, watching movies and reading books that you recommended. He even tried to cook for you, although the results were often disastrous.

- Over time, Leviathan grew more and more attached to you. He found himself daydreaming about you and your future together, imagining all the adventures you would have. He knew that he wanted to be with you forever, and he hoped that you felt the same way.

- One day, Leviathan found the courage to tell you how he felt. He took you to his room and nervously explained that he was his soulmate, and that he had been pining for you ever since you arrived in the Devildom.

- To his relief, you felt the same way. You had been drawn to Leviathan from the moment you met him, and you were thrilled to discover that you were meant to be together. The two of you shared a sweet, tender moment, as you held hands and looked into each other's eyes.

- Leviathan was over the moon with happiness, and he couldn't wait to start your life together as soulmates. He was determined to be the best partner he could be, and to support you in all your endeavors. With you by his side, he knew that anything was possible.

Belphagor

Belphagor, the Avatar of Sloth, had always been content with his life in the Devildom. He spent most of his time sleeping, after all, and he didn't really see the need for anything else. That is, until he met you.

You were the human who had been summoned to the Devildom, and from the moment Belphagor laid eyes on you, he knew that you were something special. Here are some headcanons of what it would be like for Belphagor to meet his soulmate, who happens to be you:

- At first, Belphagor would be confused by the sudden jolt of electricity that he feels when he first sees you. He's never felt anything like this before, and it takes him a moment to realize that it's because you're his soulmate.

- Belphagor would be hesitant to approach you at first, unsure of how you would react to him. After all, he's the Avatar of Sloth, and most humans tend to see demons as scary or intimidating. But something about you draws him in, and eventually he works up the courage to talk to you.

- You and Belphagor would bond over your shared love of sleeping. He'd be amazed by how easily you fall asleep, even in the midst of chaos in the Devildom. And when he learns that you're a lucid dreamer, he's even more impressed.

- Belphagor would be protective of you, even though he's not the most assertive demon in the Devildom. He'd hate to see anyone hurt you, and he'd do everything in his power to keep you safe.

- You and Belphagor would have a lot of lazy days together, just lounging around and enjoying each other's company. You'd fall asleep together, curled up in a warm pile of blankets, and Belphagor would love feeling your breathing against his chest.

- Belphagor would be surprised by how much he enjoys spending time with you outside of sleeping. You'd introduce him to new foods and activities, and he'd love watching you get excited about them.

- As your relationship deepens, Belphagor would become more and more open with you. He'd tell you about his fears and insecurities, things that he's never shared with anyone before. And you'd listen, holding him close and reassuring him that everything is okay.

- Belphagor would be amazed by your strength and resilience. You're a human in a world of demons, and yet you never seem to back down or give up. He'd admire your determination, and he'd do everything in his power to support you.

- When Belphagor finally confesses his feelings to you, it would be a sleepy, lazy moment, just like so many others you've shared together. He'd tell you how much he cares for you, how he wants to protect you and keep you safe, and how he can't imagine his life without you in it.

- You and Belphagor would fall asleep together that night, holding each other close, and you'd both know that you've found something truly special in each other.

Simeon

As Simeon's eyes fell upon you, the human summoned to the Devildom, he felt a strange sensation in his chest. He knew instantly that you were his soulmate, the one he had been waiting for all his life.

- Simeon is initially in shock when he meets you, as he never thought that he would meet his soulmate. He feels a sense of wonder and amazement at the sight of you, feeling as though he is seeing something truly miraculous.

- Despite his shock, Simeon is quick to compose himself and greet you with a warm smile. He introduces himself politely and offers to show you around the Devildom, eager to get to know you better.

- As Simeon spends more time with you, he finds himself drawn to your kind and gentle nature. He is impressed by your bravery and resilience, as you adapt to life in the Devildom with remarkable ease.

- Simeon finds himself wanting to protect you, to keep you safe from the dangers of the Devildom. He offers to accompany you on your adventures, using his powers to shield you from harm and guide you through difficult situations.

- As Simeon and you grow closer, he begins to open up to you about his past and his struggles. He tells you about his time as an angel and how he came to be in the Devildom, sharing his hopes and fears with you.

- Simeon is a romantic at heart, and he loves to do sweet and thoughtful things for his soulmate. He writes you poetry and brings you flowers, always looking for ways to make you feel special and loved.

- Despite his gentle nature, Simeon can be fiercely protective of his soulmate. If anyone tries to harm you or make you feel uncomfortable, he will step in and defend you with all his might.

- Simeon also loves to teach you about the Devildom and its many wonders. He takes you to see beautiful sights and introduces you to interesting demons, always eager to share his knowledge with you.

- Simeon is a patient and kind teacher, always willing to help you learn and grow. He encourages you to pursue your interests and passions, supporting you in all your endeavors.

- Above all, Simeon cherishes his soulmate and is grateful for the bond they share. He loves you deeply and would do anything to make you happy, knowing that you are the missing piece of his soul that he has been searching for all his life.

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The Air I Breathe. (CH. I)

SMG AMBW Warnings; language, drinking, smoking, assault, violence, gang violence, abuse, illegal activity, fem lead, age gap (f. lead is 17, m. lead is 19), smut, impulsive jealousy, overprotective boyfriend, toxic relationships, side characters. RATED M (MATURE) Genre: Gang Leader/Mafia AU, Producer/Rapper Mingi, Smut, fluff, angst, Romance.

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Kenai tapped her pen repetitively against the janky wooden desk she sat at, her leg bouncing anxiously underneath it. She chewed on her bottom lip as she turned to look at the clock perched up above the white board at the front of the classroom for what felt like the 100th time. It was routine for her to check this clock towards the end of every school day. Routine for damn near 9 months straight. Thank god the school year was coming to an end. It was the final day Kenai would have to constantly turn and look at that damned clock until her much too short 2 month long summer break met it's end.

"And a gentle reminder to have all of your borrowed text books turned into the library by the end of the day. If you choose not to it'll simply be added to your obligations, but be warned- those books are not cheap! Anyway, I hope you all have an amazing summer and we can't wait to see your cheerful faces again next year." And with that the principles announcement was cut. The soft chime of the last bell of the day finally rang. Relief washed over Kenai as she could almost feel the stress and worries of her junior year being lifted from her body. Happy wasn't even the word for what Kenai was feeling right now. She didn't have to worry about jolting awake to her annoying ass chime ringtone at the literal crack of dawn every morning and put in effort to look presentable to show up to a place that felt like prisons sibling. No more pulling all nighters just to finish assignments, essays, and reports that she had procrastinated on until the deadline was literally minutes away. She looked forward to focusing solely on relaxation and a peaceful state of mind throughout her 2 month break.

The halls were definitely crowded to say the least. Students hooting and shouting about being free, some crying and dramatically hugging each other as though phones didn't exist and they couldn't keep in touch over the summer regardless of distance.

Everyone seemed just as excited as Kenai was about this stressful year finally coming to an end. Despite such she still opted for keeping her equal happiness within the safety of her own mind.

Kenai had made sure to turn her text books in a day prior. Why waste time walking halfway across the campus on the last day of school to wait in a long line of students and stay here an extra 30 minutes when she could just go straight home?

She made her way down the hallway, popping her airpods in to tune out the world as she made her way to the pick up area.

As soon as she pressed play on her phone an arm was suddenly wildly slung around her shoulder causing her to immediately look up and somewhat aggressively push herself away from the person invading her personal space.

"Damn, who hurt you??" Toni, her best friend looked at her sideways. An amused smirk making its way onto her face as she realized she had most likely just scared the shit out of Kenai.

"I hate when you do that shit." Kenai said rolling her eyes as she instinctively reached out to hold Toni's pinkie finger with her own. It's been a thing for them to hold pinkies with each other since they met, which was around 6th grade.

Toni laughed at her friend's sudden attitude, teasing her a little for the small pout on her face.

"It's the last day of school Kee, you don't look even a lil bit excited."

"I am excited." Kenai said as she sarcastically forced a big smile on her face before it collapsed back into her typical neutral one.

"Are you now." Toni replied, her eyes squinting a bit as she stared at Kenai.

"I am, do I have to bounce off the walls to prove it?" Kenai said, raising her eyebrow as she looked down at her slightly shorter friend.

Toni just smacked her teeth and shook her head as she broke eye contact.

"Smartass."

She mumbled, cracking a smile and tightening her pinkie around Kenai's.

It was obvious that Toni and Kenai were nearly polar opposites. Toni was outgoing, energetic, and overall just the epitome of an extrovert. While Kenai was more on the calmer side, more so the observant type with a good head on her shoulders.

She preferred to stay home and chill out rather than go out, especially to crowded events like parties and concerts. There's no denying that Kenai was also extremely attentive, sometimes too attentive for her own good. Often picking up on things, that she wasn't supposed to and sometimes unintentionally disturbing her own peace by doing so.

Others often took Kenai as the "motherly" type out of her and Toni's relationship. Seeing the way she took care of the people close to her and gave the best advice.

They were far from the same but there was a balance despite the fact. How else would they get along so well? Toni was around 5'5 while Kenai stood at around 5'9.

Kenai's complexion was slightly lighter than Toni's Russet chestnut brown one. Both of them flaunted pretty brown eyes, Toni's a slight shade lighter than Kenai's.

Without a doubt they were both beautiful, often attracting attention with nothing but a mere smile. But Toni had more of a way with guys around campus due to her being a social butterfly.

Kenai definitely wasn't complaining, dudes and big crowds were never her type of fun to begin with so she for sure preferred things the way they were. Which Toni, for the most part respected and was cool with.

"So wassup, what're your plans for the summer?" Kenai asked, genuinely curious as to what Toni was gonna be up to even though she already had an idea.

Toni looked at her from the corner of her eye, a sly smirk making its way onto her face before she diverted her gaze back to what was in front of them.

"Y'know.. the usual- Oh, you know it's like hella people already got parties and kick backs pre-planned, Shaniya is plannin' on havin' some kind of beach party- glow in the dark I thi-"

"A beach party? With the way Florida weather been actin' it'll be a no for me. You already know how I feel about hot weather."

Kenai declined, already seeing where Toni was going with her rambling.

"You ain't even let me get the question out."

Toni said, rolling her eyes and smacking her teeth as she opened the door to the main exit of the school.

"You're predictable."

Kenai mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she followed behind her through the door.

"You literally stayed in the entire school year, I let you slide cause you had the excuse of school in general but it's summer Kee, you're supposed to be OUTSIDEE that house is holding you hostage."

Toni said dramatically, waving her hands around as she emphasized on Kenai stepping out of her house for once.

Toni's words were doing absolutely nothing, Kenai's mind was already made up. She would be content with being alone in the safety and comfort of her own room with some snacks and her favorite show or book, that was enough to satisfy her. That was her version of fun.

Rarley would Kenai go out. Yes, she did leave the house but it wasn't common. She wasn't too fond of large social gatherings and struggled to mingle among a big crowd, it was typical of her to stray away.

Like Toni said, she was only so lenient with nagging Kenai on getting out more during the school year because of school, but now that it had come to an end Toni expected her to get out there more or in her terms "go outside." She wasn't upset with Toni necessarily, but it was still irritating nonetheless.

"You turned your books in ahead of time like I told you to right?" Kenai switched the topic, recalling how she told her a week prior to get them in before the last day so they wouldn't have to worry about leaving late.

"Yes mama, I did." Toni teased, mocking her best friend's mother-like tendencies.

"Good cause-" Kenai was interrupted by someone yelling for Toni, trying to get her attention.

"Aye Nini! C'mere real quick lemme talk to ya'"

"What I told you bout callin' me that Kari."

Toni responded, Irritation lacing her voice as she continued walking and simply cut her eyes at him.

"Whatchu mean? You let everybody else call you that but when I do it, it's a problem. Don't be green Toni."

Kari said, tilting his head to the side as he walked up to her clearly amused. He gave Kenai a nod of his head before looking back towards Toni.

"Boy I said what I said, call me by my name or don't call me at all."

She said giving him a dirty look before sliding around him, grabbing Kenai's hand as to not leave her behind in the process.

"Whatever, you ain' shit but a stuck up hoe anyways!"

Kari yelled, to which Toni reacted by sticking up her middle finger and continuing to look straight ahead. Her expression highly unamused.

"Yo wh-"

Kenai moved to turn around and say something but Toni simply squeezed her hand and shook her head, smiling as she did it as a way of reassuring Kenai that his disgusting remark didn't have much of an effect on her.

Kenai smacked her teeth but still respected Toni's wishes.

"His pussy ass, pisses me off when dudes say the stupidest shit when their pride is hurt." Kenai said, rolling her eyes. Toni could definitely understand what she meant, but guys like Kari didn't have too much of an effect on Toni unless they attempted to do something physical. Majority of the time they were all bark no bite.

"It's whatever.. I ain' stuttin Kari's thirsty ass." Toni replied, her tone simple but her vexation still evident.

Kenai left it at that before once again diverting the topic elsewhere.

"My crib or yours?"

Kenai asked, letting a strap of her book bag slip off one of her shoulders.

Toni hummed, thinking about it for a second as she looked up at the sky for a moment.

"Yours, ion' feel like hearin' my mama mouth today so I'll just text her I guess." Toni said, shrugging as she pulled her phone from her back pocket.

"Alright." Kenai said, glancing at Toni out the corner of her eye before looking forward again.

Toni's mom wasn't the best to say the least. Majority of the time she would verbally abuse Toni and say the most outrageous things to her no matter who she was in front of. It's been like that her entire life but it seemed as though the older she got the worse it got. Since Toni has been dealing with her mother's mouth since childhood this explains why she never took anything other people said to her to heart. She had to learn to not let things her mom said get to her or else it would cause her to come off as "weak." Or so her mom said.

With that Toni often found herself going everywhere but home. Usually ending up at Kenai's place, her cousins, or every blue moon at her dad's. He lived on a completely other side of town, almost 2 hours away hence why she went so rarely. She loved her dad though, he was always there even when he couldn't be physically. Always present in any way he could be and for that she was grateful. Maybe she would get to visit him more since summer break had come around.

"Anyways, runnin' it back to this beach party- I think you should goooo.." Toni said, dragging out the last bit of her sentence as an attempted tactic of persuasion.

Kenai groaned, she should've known Toni wasn't gonna let it go that easily.

Kenai smacked her teeth once again.

"Girl when is it." She asked, sounding more like a dead statement than a question.

Toni's eyes lit up. "It's 3 nights from now... Saturday. That's plenty of time to make up your mind."

"Uh huh, and your cousin, is hosting right?" Kenai knew better than to just pop up at some random's party, anything could happen when you're around too many unfamiliar people.

"Yeah, the fam will be there too.. I think. Y'know we gotchu' Kee." Toni promised. Surprisingly Kenai agreed, only because she knew Toni wasn't gonna let it go until she cracked.

She still felt like she needed to think on it more but lord knows Toni would still find a way to convince her to go one way or another.

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Once they'd made it to Kenai's house they immediately noticed that they couldn't hear the sound of Kenai's step brother playing his loud ass music or laughing with a few of his friends from the back patio like they usually would.

She was slightly suspicious but decided not to question it maybe he just felt like staying in today? It was really hot after all.

Kenai fished for her house key in the side of her bag before successfully finding it and pushing it gently into the key hole.

Once unlocked she stepped inside with Toni following suit, the cool AC immediately engulfing their warm bodies in a cold embrace. Kenai hummed at the feeling letting out a small whistle at the sensation of the refreshing air soothing her warm skin.

"You can head up stairs I'm gonna go look for Joong and get us sum' to snack on." Kenai said, placing her house key in the small bowl sitting atop the table near the front door.

Toni hummed in acknowledgment, making sure to grab Kenai's bag from her before making her way upstairs.

"Yo', Hongjoong!!" Kenai shouted, expecting a reply from the boy in question. It was obvious that he was somewhere near cause although barley audible she could hear more than one voice down the hall from the living room.

"In here!" He yelled back.

Kenai clicked her tongue and turned on her heels towards the living room. Upon entering she scanned the room spotting Hongjoong laying against the arm rest of the couch with his laptop in his lap and one side of his headphones on. She peeped how there was someone else's phone not too far from his position on the couch but didn't think much of it.

"Wassup' Nai," He mumbled, acknowledging her but seemingly having returned to focusing intently on his laptop.

Kenai groaned as she plopped down next to him, causing his body to slightly bounce as he glanced up at her with a questioning look before returning his gaze back to the task at hand.

"So damn boring, I really shouldna' even went. I'm glad the year is over with though." She complained. Hongjoong hummed in reply.

Kenai's dad passed away in a car wreck when she was about 3 years old. Leaving her mom a widow for about 5 years before she eventually remarried to Hongjoong's father when Hongjoong was 11 years old. Making Hongjoong her stepbrother.

Kenai and Hongjoong had gotten close pretty easily. Hongjoong had always wanted a sister, but unfortunately his father struggled with fertility issues making it hard to conceive another healthy child. Hell Hongjoong alone was a miracle. So he protected and cared for Kenai like she was his blood, as he always will. And of course that bond was reciprocated. Kenai was willing to do the same for him as he would for her.

Kenai wasn't all that familiar with the whole "how I met your mother" story between her mom and his dad but it happened, and it resulted in marriage.

"Where's mummy and papa?" Kenai asked in some sort of goofy accent that she had a habit of randomly using. She heard a door opening and closing in the distance as she asked but figured Toni had just come back downstairs at some point.

"Mama is finishing up one of her private lessons, dad is at the office, sum' bout a client meeting.." He trailed off, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip as he squinted at his screen.

"Alright well- Toni's here. We'll be in my room.." Kenai said, smacking her brother's thigh before getting up and going to leave the living room to head towards the kitchen.

He hummed in response again before raising his eyebrows in realization. "I got a surprise for you by the way." He said with a proud smirk on his face.

Kenai stopped and turned around to look at him, "Like what?" She asked suspiciously whilst throwing her braids over her shoulder.

"mmm, somebody came to see you." He said, his eyes flicking to something behind her before he looked back at her then his laptop screen. "Look behind you."

Kenai had felt someone's presence behind her as they spoke, once again assuming it was Toni quietly waiting behind her but she swore she smelled the faint scent of cologne and weed, the smell familiar on her nose but she just assumed she was tripping.

Kenai slowly went to look behind her still unsure of who it was until he opened his mouth.

"Hey, Princess." He spoke, his deep voice an immediate indication as to who he was along with the pet name.

There was just one person in the world that addressed her as such, her heart damn near jumped out of her chest as she met his eyes. In a very.. subtle manner of course.

"Mingi." Kenai said unamused. Mingi was one of Hongjoong's best friends. Also a close friend of hers but a close friend that she was currently irritated with.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could get anything out Kenai cut her eyes at him and shoved past him being sure to aggressively bump his shoulder as she moved.

Definitely wasn't the reaction Mingi was expecting, but he'd gotten one nonetheless. The hell was her problem?

Kenai's summer had just begun and from the looks of it, was already off to a janky start.

wc: 3k (3,064) a/n: this shit is PACKED with drama and it involves literally everything bad, killing, gangs, drug dealing. Literally the whole shabang if you're uncomfortable with this kind of content feel free to not read it. PUT YALL SEATBELTS ON!!! excuse any kind of mistakes. ;P