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[twilightofthesandwiches]

…So we do have some implications that Kris… at the very least, does not care for Ralsei as much as they care for Susie, or as much as Ralsei cares for them. Most notably with Chapter 2’s Teas;

I think also maybe their tendency in the recent chapters to point out the differences between Ralsei and Asriel might be related to it. They don’t want to compare Ralsei to their beloved older brother.

But I wonder if that’s beginning to change. Most notably with all the scenes of Kris and Susie comforting Ralsei and encouraging him to be himself… Obviously we are the ones telling Kris to say the words, but... it seems like it was their choice to give him a hug.

Which kinda reminds me of our first indication that Kris genuinely considers Susie their friend.

Plus, like, sure we CAN force Kris to say certain things, but they can also subtly rebel against it by saying things 'weirdly'

or immediately contradicting our words with their own.

So.... not only do they don't really resist this attempt to help Ralsei, here is how they react if you try and pick one of the most flagrant "no Ralsei you and your feelings don't matter (:" options.

They are literally fighting against the Player's control to try and emotionally support Ralsei.

I wonder if this was a matter of Kris' thoughts about Ralsei actually mirroring many Players, that they also thought he was weird and shady and that his niceness was too-good-to-be-true and that he's probably manipulative and evil. And with the revelations about Ralsei and the way he thinks about himself and his reasoning for keeping secrets in Chapters 3 and 4, it's only now that Kris is starting to let their guard down around him and allows themself to like him.

Or if it's a matter of... clearly Kris' situation with the SOUL (AKA us) is a very unhappy one for them. Even if it also seems to be part of the plan Kris and Evil Phone Voice are on, it is not a pleasant experience for Kris. It might be that the thing that endeared them to Susie so much in the first place is the way that she also chafes and rebels against being 'railroaded' by the prophecy stuff all through Chapter 1 - and therefor they were always put off by Ralsei's happy-peppy lack of resistance to following anything the prophecy said....

Hell... we STILL don't know what these two talk about when the SOUL is away following Susie... if Ralsei told Kris they need to put on a happy smile and accept being a 'Cage' for an Amoral Time God, that will certainly sour their relationship.

But now Ralsei is opening up to how much this fatalism has caused him pain, and now he's starting to push back against it. And maybe now Kris can understand that Ralsei is also in the same boat as them and Susie, that they are kindred spirits.

Or maybe... that whole deal with Kris and the Evil Phone Voice seems to indicate they might've known about Dark Worlds and how they work before the story of the game properly starts, and at least that they understand them more than Susie does. Maybe Kris themself thought of Darkners the same way Ralsei thought. Maybe they were distant from Ralsei because they saw him as not 'real'. And watching Ralsei unlearn this mindset is causing Kris to reconsider the way they were thinking of Dark Worlds and Darkners.

Or... well... it could just be as simple as Kris seeing how much Ralsei matters to Susie. We have constant reminders through these two chapters of how much Susie cares for Ralsei and how much she sees them as a trio. So even if Kris just doesn't Vibe with Ralsei, thinks he's annoying or weird or creepy or whatever, Kris cares for Susie, so they know they have to care about her other very best friend.

I wonder if the reason behind the Person-Flavor-Teas being 'Rotten' past Chapter 2 is because Chapter 3 and 4 actually have a lot of subtle shifts in the characters' relationships and it would've been unpractical to keep track of them all, or simply narratively unsatisfying to spell them numericaly out like that.

[wosospacegirl]

Hiya mate!, Can I have a request maybe a Leah x reader or Alexia x reader. Where the reader join the current girlfriend trend and video their reaction..... Thank you

Love all the fic you made love lots

Current girlfriend- Alexia Putellas / Leah Williamson

I couldn't choose between my captains, so I did a little thing for both of them - two separate blurbs in one.

Word count: 1.7

..

Alexia Putellas

You weren't really someone who posted a lot on social media. Not when you were a teen, and absolutely not now that you dated Barcelona's golden girl.

Alexia liked her privacy. She liked knowing there were things the fans, the media, and the world didn't know. Your relationship wasn't necessarily one of those things. She didn't keep you tucked away in some apartment, hidden from everyone and everything. 

No, she didn't mind being seen walking down the streets with you; she couldn't care less about the cameras in her face when a game ended, and you had come down to the pitch to hug her.

She just didn't like leaving much of a digital footprint, and you were the same way. You liked to keep some things just between the two of you.

But oh. When you saw that little TikTok prank, you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to try it, but you also didn't like the whole world seeing it…the camera would give away parts of your shared home, and that was something just for you two and the people closest to you.

So you decided to film it just for yourself. That way, you could still participate in the trend, keep yours and Alexia's privacy intact, but the prank would have to be tweaked a little.

You tucked the phone into one of the sofa pillows. Didn't have to hide it much, Alexia was terrible at noticing things she wasn't actively looking for.

You sat on the sofa and gave the camera one last look. Great, the frame was perfect.

"Ale, come here!"

Alexia was getting ready for training, focused, in her usual headspace, and of course, you had to mess with her. Just a little.

She said something back from upstairs that you couldn't make out, but then she appeared a few minutes later. And she looked so beautiful with her training jersey on, it made you wanna keep her to yourself.

"So I have this small party at work this Saturday, can you go with me?" You asked gently.

Alexia's face softened. "No lo sé, cariño, tengo que revisar mi agenda" [I don’t know, love, I have to check my schedule.]

You were very used to that response, you expected it even, so you just smiled back, leaning even further into the sofa, you were just getting comfortable.

"Well…as my current girlfriend–" you pretended to cough so it would give her some time to comprehend and let the word settle in. "--you need to be present! It's at 7 pm."

Alexia's smile faltered a bit, and you could see that she was caught between a mix of "did I hear that right?" with "that can't possibly be true."

"Qué?" [What?] She said, her eyebrows furrowing. She was so confused, it was funny and cute at the same time.

"Dinner, at 7 pm, amor," you repeated, but not the part she clearly wanted. "But if you can't go, it's alright…"

"No, no," she shook her head. "Current? Current girlfriend?"

Bingo

"Yes?"

"No? Why current? We've been dating for three years." She said, her voice a little impatient now, as if she was asking herself why she even needed to be saying that.

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't change anything, we are still CURRENTLY dating," you emphasised the word.

Alexia moved on her heels, she opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She looked at you, then looked at her training bag on the floor.

"No me gustó eso," she said. "Not current.. solo novia, okay?" [I don't like that/ just girlfriend, okay?]

The pout on her face was so extremely cute that you weren't able to keep your composure. You got up from the sofa and wrapped your arms around her.

For a few seconds, she stood there, arms crossed, but then she gave in.

"I don't like that word," she mumbled against your shoulder, her voice almost in a whine. "Current makes it sound temporary."

You couldn't help the smile spreading across your face as you held her tighter. "I know, baby. I'm sorry."

"We're not temporary," she pulled back just enough to look at you, that little pout still there. "Sí?"

"No, we're definitely not temporary." You said, kissing her whole face.

She studied your face for a moment. "Wait..." Her eyes narrowed. "You're smiling too much. Why are you…"

Her gaze moved around the room and landed on the phone peeking out from the pillow. Okay, maybe Alexia did have some hidden ability to find phones, actually. 

"Ay, por Dios,"  she groaned, but you caught the corner of her mouth twitching. "You filmed this?"

"Maybe."

"Qué tonta eres…" [You are such a dork] she said, fighting a smile. "Delete it."

"I was already planning to," you laughed, pulling her even closer. "It was just for me anyway. I wanted to see if I could make Barcelona's golden girl pout."

"I don't pout."

"Hmm." You kissed her forehead. "You definitely pout."

She huffed against your neck, but her arms tightened around you. "Next time you want to mess with me, just ask for attention like a normal person."

"Where's the fun in that?"

..

Leah Williamson

You were bored out of your mind. It was a rainy afternoon. It was grey, cold, and your girlfriend had some annoying thing she had to attend to. Meaning: it wasn't a great day at all.

Leah needed to be at some Lionesses' dinner, one to welcome the new girls who had just received their first senior call-up.

You weren't allowed to go since plus ones weren't permitted, so you decided last minute that you would go to some café and do something. You just didn't want to stay home alone.

You had a couple of uni assignments that needed to be done, some research you had to complete for your internship the other day, but the day was already depressing as it was…you didn't need to bring more of that into your already grey day. 

So drinking very expensive coffee and delicious pastries was the right answer. Plus, Leah felt bad that you couldn't go with her and had given you her card.

Your life had been so uneventful lately. With Leah's tight schedule and your responsibilities, you two couldn't go out much or spend the amount of time together that you would like. So you thought, why not make today a little different?

You weren't an influencer, per se, but you had a fair share of followers on Instagram, so why not do a little Instagram Live while you got ready for your outing and Leah got ready for hers? It was June–Pride month–and nothing better to celebrate it than showing off your very hot, very English Captain, Champions-winner girlfriend.

You had your dress on already, and Leah was doing her hair on the other side of the room. She looked pretty. She was wearing mom jeans, a plain white shirt, and a black leather jacket on top of that, you knew your followers would thank you for showing Leah and her outfit.

Again, very Pride Month. Very much gay.

You had obviously asked Leah if it was okay for her to show up in the live stream. She said yes (she always did whenever you asked her to film something with you), so you propped your phone on top of your makeup organiser and pressed play.

In a few minutes, you had a couple of hundred people watching you, to say the least. You began talking about random stuff, nothing really important, just about your day and your routine. 

Leah would casually walk behind you, stopping just long enough to wrap her arms around you and kiss your head before disappearing again, looking for her shoes or bag.

The people watching the live went crazy whenever Leah showed up. It was honestly funny, the amount of fire emojis running up and down on your screen.

Then, a comment popped up asking you to do a prank on Leah, the "Current Girlfriend" prank. The comment quickly disappeared among a hundred others, but it was enough time for you to read it and decide that you were going to do it.

"Leah," you said, looking at her while putting your lipstick on. "Come stand with me for a bit."

Leah was in a very good mood, so she did it quickly and without complaining. She stood by your side and wrapped one arm around your waist, bringing you closer. She kissed the top of your head while looking at the camera.

You decided that was the perfect moment.

"Well, my current girlfriend and I look so fine today and—"

"Current?" Leah interrupted, looking down at you, using the same voice she used when she was surprised. "Okay, wow!"

"What?" you asked, trying to sound clueless, which you were very good at.

"Current girlfriend?" Leah lifted her eyebrows cockily, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. "Who are you talking about? Not me, I'm sure."

"Of course I'm talking about you!" you said, looking at the phone, and then back at her. "Aren't you my current girlfriend?"

She laughed. Really laughed as you were trying to keep an emotionless face.

"I don't understand you," you said. "What's so funny?"

"You," Leah said. "You are funny, silly even, saying things like 'current girlfriend' as if you want to have a different girlfriend in the future."

"I never said that!" You smiled at her before pecking her lips, leaving your lipstick stain on her mouth. "You're being dramatic."

"Me? Dramatic?" Leah asked, pointing at herself, "You're messing with me, aren't you? That can't be possible."

You turned back to your mirror, the Instagram Live still going strong. You picked up some blush, applying it while watching Leah through the reflection.

Leah was so annoyingly confident that it was nearly impossible to pull these types of pranks on her. She didn't get annoyed or mad, she would actually laugh about how ridiculous it all sounded.

"Well…" She watched you through the mirror, making eye contact and putting two fingers in front of her mouth with that knowing look. She knew exactly how much you liked that gesture. "Maybe I should start looking for a future and steady girlfriend since this one–"

Now it was your turn to interrupt her. You rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Don't even finish that sentence," you warned, pointing the blush brush in her direction. "It was all a prank, okay?"

"Oh yeah?" she said, turning to face the phone screen with that smirk of hers. "I didn't even notice, baby." She winked at the camera. "Your girl's not as slick as she thinks she is."

..

a/n: hope you guys liked it!!

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[hisfavoritesundress]

vices

a/n: slightly suggestive

tw: mentioned of smoking, drinking, addiction (maybe?) other than that fluff!

dating jason todd means doing things that he never thought he would.

and that includes drinking and smoking.

especially being vigilante and a wayne there's not much complains around his life expect some occasional remarks of bruce or alfred about his unhealthy eating habits, but he usually get away with it just like the rest of his habits.

he faces danger every single night, that's his justification, his job is not exactly a walk in the park or consistent like an average 9-5 work, so in his defense, he needs something that will ground him at the end of the day, which is fair to say the least, plus he's not really overdoing it, just something to cope up either the stress, exhaustion or even nightmares.

yet... when he start dating you, although he doesn't magically change himself overnight, rather deliberately and gently, for you, always for you

it began when you told a story about growing up with a drunk family member and how much you despises it, of how it can affect the people around them, later that night when the boys invited him, he had three shots of vodka instead of 15.

then it continues when both of you are walking in the afternoon around Gotham with his fingers laced yours and you passed by a man blowing the cigarette then the wind taking it to your direction, filling your nose with unwelcomed sting, running to your throat.

he saw the way your face change into displeased expression, he began to smoke one or two cigarettes at a time instead of two packs a day.

he could just continue his old habits, it's not like you've seen him do it anyway or you actively stopping him when you caught him one night, smoking.

jason is very good at hiding his vices, but now that you've moved in with him, he can't anymore.

he doesn't want to have his girl live in the same apartment filled with the smell nicotine and reeks of expired alcohol.

it wasn't easy for him either, there are times where he's having a hard time controlling, tempting to take more and more than he allowed himself.

especially when he wakes up some evening from nightmares, panting and sweaty from the intangible horror of his head and immediately grab a stick and light it up hoping to numb his head with chemicals.

but now, now that you're sleeping beside him, on his bed, in his apartment, he can't as much as his vices are calling him.

"jay you okay?" you murmur a question as you felt the warm empty place next to you.

jason who is sitting on the edge of the bed, catching his breath quietly rubbing his face with his rough hands, "m'fine baby, go back to sleep."

he's hiding and you know it, you roll on your back lazily and sat on the bed, crawli5 towards him, seeing the thin layer of sweat on his shoulder, you placed a soft kiss on his bare back, hoping it'll ground or calm him.

"nightmares?" you whispered, running your hands on his arms.

"s'kay, I'm fine," he insisted softly, exhaling the air and turn around slightly to face you.

his face shines against the soft light streaming from the window, from a nearby street lamp.

"you don't look fine to me," you said softly, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"let's just go back to sleep," he shook his head, holding your hip, guiding you to lay down.

you grab his arm, stopping him. "babe," he sigh, closing his eyes for a mere second.

"is there anything i could help?" you asked softly, probing, his eyes locked into yours then shakes his head, "just a nightmare," he said, it is just a nightmare for him, but his head is sprawling to grab the pack of cigarette in the kitchen and chain smoke until his lungs drowned in nicotine lolling him back to sleep.

"just tell me," you said, easing him into open himself, "anything i could help?" you added, with that worried expression that always present whenever he's struggling or hurt.

he paused, looking at you as though reading your face. "anything?"

"yeah, anything," you nodded, "nightmares aren't easy to deal with, do want me to make you a tea, chamomile is very good at calming you down, or I could put essential oils in the humidifier?"

he smiled softly at your sweet and caring suggestions. "you're so sweet doll, thank you but i don't think those will help me baby"

you frowned. "what, why?"

"tired em before, does nothing," he answered, brushing your cheeks gently, "don't worry about me."

"maybe there's something else, like–"

he clenched his jaw and shook his head. "let's just go back to sleep," he said about to crawl into his side

again you stopped him.

"come on jay, please?"

he looked away for a second and then sigh again. "wanna smoke but im tryin to quit." he search your face to see a reaction but all he saw was the softness of your eyes that he knows will would eventually kill him in every way possible.

he never saw anyone looked at him the way you do, that worries itched on your face, even when you're scolding him quietly, and in all honesty he's doing better for you at least, not pushing himself more than what he could take because he wants to go home to you, safe and in once piece, he doesn't wanna worry you as much as he craved that attention thay solely for him and no one else's.

"then what do you want?" you asked quietly.

his gaze softens, moving stray hairs away from your forehead. "it's late, don't wanna keep you up."

"you always do that," you said with slight disappoinment and frustrations.

"do what?" he frowned slightly.

"that," you said, pointing at his face, "dodging, you always brush it off whenever you're struggling or need of something, im your girlfriend remember?"

he stares at your face for a few seconds as if mustering himself to say what's in his mind.

"fine, you really wanna know?'

"duh of course," you rolled your eyes

he rolled his eyes playfully as well, crawling back to the bed, he move his head upwards signalling you to do the same. "sit by the headboard," he said softly, voice deepening as if he about to say some secret to you, or his secrets, "prop a pillow at your back."

you move gently towards the headboard of your shared bed and stare at his face, waiting...

"good girl," he whispered, "spread those legs," he added, crawling in between your knees, which immediately flooded your mind with thousands of scenarios, "wider"

his gaze are up to your face and on your spread out legs, drinking your position, like he's going to rewind this over and over later, dragging his eyes from your face to your body.

he smiled softly, "since you're so eager to help, how about you turn off my brain while drench this face at the same time mhm?" he murmur into your inner thighs, eyes dilated and never taking off from you, as he place lingering kisses on your skin

your stomach began to churn, nerves around your legs lightening up themselves, the rush of blood running towards your cheeks.

you nodded feverishly, anything to help him.

he immediately smirked and eyes softening more. "atta girl, make me proud."

who said he can't replace his old vices to a new one (you)

[thirteenheavens]

Heyy! I love your tics! I was wondering could you write a breakup fic with mingyu? Maybe reader isn’t sure ab the relationship and he begs her to stay? It’s okay if you don’t want to!

Never Again || Kim Mingyu || Angst

Word count:900+

Notes: god a lovely angst request hehe thank you for requesting anon!!

You enter the apartment, exhausted and emotionally drained from the day. You see Mingyu sitting on the couch, his expression a mix of worry and guilt. "Y/N," he says, standing up as soon as he sees you. "Can we talk?"

You sigh heavily, dropping your bag on the floor. "What's there to talk about, Mingyu? We've been fighting for days now." Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. "I know we have, but I don't want it to end like this. I don't want us to break up."

"Well, I don't know if we can fix this," you reply tiredly. "We keep having the same arguments over and over again. It's exhausting." Mingyu's face falls at your words, but he doesn't interrupt. He knows you need to vent.

"I just don't think we're on the same page anymore," you continue, tears starting to form in your eyes. "We used to be so happy, Mingyu. What happened to us?" Mingyu steps closer, his eyes pleading. "I don't know, Y/N. But I know I don't want to lose you. I love you too much." You shake your head, feeling conflicted. "I love you too, but love isn't enough sometimes. We need to communicate better, and we need to find a way to compromise."

Mingyu's eyes well up with tears as he kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Please, Y/N, don't give up on us. I'll do anything to make this work. I'll change, I'll listen better, I'll..." He chokes on his words, tears streaming down his face. "I can't imagine my life without you. You're my everything."

His voice breaks as he continues to plead with you, his grip on your hands tightening. "Please, don't leave me. We can work this out, I promise." You kneel down in front of Mingyu, your own tears falling now. You look into his eyes, seeing the desperation and pain there.

"Mingyu, I don't want to leave you either," you say softly, cupping his face in your hands. "But I'm scared. I'm scared that we'll keep fighting and eventually drift apart." He leans into your touch, his shoulders shaking with sobs. "I'm scared too, Y/N. But I don't want to lose you over fear. We can get through this together."

"Okay," you whisper, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. "Okay, let's try. Let's try to communicate better and work on our issues. But I need you to promise me something." Mingyu nods, looking at you with hopeful eyes. "Anything, Y/N. I promise."

"Promise me that you'll be honest with me, no matter what," you say firmly. "No more hiding your feelings or brushing things off. We need to face our problems head-on." Mingyu nods again, his grip on your hands tightening. "I promise, Y/N. I'll be completely honest with you. I won't hold anything back anymore."

He pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. "Thank you for not giving up on us," he murmurs. "I don't know what I would do without you." You wrap your arms around him, feeling his body trembling against yours. You stroke his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

"Shh, it's okay," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his hair. "We're going to be okay, Mingyu. We just need to take it one step at a time." He clings to you even tighter, his tears wetting your shoulder. "I'm so sorry for everything, Y/N. I'm sorry for being stubborn and for not communicating. I just... I love you so much." Mingyu pulls back slightly, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He looks at you with a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability.

"Can we go to bed now?" he asks softly. "I just want to hold you and forget about everything for a while." You nod, understanding his need for comfort. "Of course, let's go to bed."

You stand up, helping him to his feet, and lead him to the bedroom. Once there, you both change into your pajamas and slide under the covers. Mingyu wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. He buries his face in your hair, breathing in your scent.

"I missed this," he mumbles sleepily. "I missed holding you like this." You snuggle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Me too," you admit quietly. "I missed feeling safe in your arms."

Mingyu tightens his hold on you, his voice firm. "Never again," he repeats. "I won't let us fight like this again. I won't let us come close to breaking up ever again." He lifts your chin gently, making you look at him. "I'm going to do better, Y/N. I promise you that."

[developedcrimescenephotos]

ᐢ..ᐢ ghost x gn!reader

── .✦ silly little fluffy drabble about domestic ghost being clingy and maybe a bit pathetic (affectionate)

wc: 250+ asks/requests open! please please please send me your ghost thoughts i love him so much likes nd rbs appreciated!

ghost can't sleep without you. seriously, it's a problem. when he's out on a mission he can go as long as he needs to without sleep in order to eliminate the target. sleep used to come with ease, like flipping a switch. now, it's anything but. the guys tell him he's gone soft (and they may be right), but when he's returned to civvie life, he just can't sleep knowing you're out there without his protection.

without feeling your warmth somewhere around him, it's impossible for him to rest his eyes. god forbid you have to work late and leave him sitting on the couch, watching reruns of an old history show and waiting for you to get home. no matter how heavy his eyelids feel, they always shoot open when he hears your keys jingling in the door like an obedient dog hearing its owner. you're barely in the door by the time he drags you to bed, wordlessly articulating his desires. you tipsily grumble about needing to take off your boots and brush your teeth, but ghost doesn't care. you basically have to beg him to let you change into your pajamas. once you're in bed, you're not getting up until he says so. good luck if you need to pee. he sleeps like a rock. a very heavy rock.

still, when he wraps those bear-like arms around you, you can't help but feel drowsy. ghost is always impossibly warm, like a fireplace come to life. he's like the perfect weighted blanket.

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Prompt: John somehow convinced Vic it wouldn’t be a good idea for Rob to stay with her. Aaron sees Robert sleeping rough with loads of cans around him, and it’s cold.

Aaron was just finishing off his run, contemplating dropping into the pub for a quick pint before heading home as John was off on some training course for the night, and he didn't fancy sitting at home on his own all night.

He was cold even though it was meant to be summer, maybe he'd grab a burger while he was in there, if Marlon hadn't fallen out with Moira again over her meat supply and taken them off the menu. Had nearly caused a riot the last time so hopefully his mum would put a stop to it if he tried again.

He decides to run up the hill to the pavilion and back just to finish off when he spots someone. As he gets closer he can see them trying to force the door open.

"Oi!" He sprints the rest of the way and nearly falls over in shock when he sees that it's Robert. "Rob?"

"Go away Aaron."

"Not until you tell me why you're trying to break into the cricket pavilion."

"Every man needs a hobby."

"Are you trying to get yourself sent back inside again!"

"Gonna report me?"

"Don't be daft. Come on, what are you doing?" His eyes roam over him, he looks terrible. Even in the low light he can see the dark circles under his eyes, his hair is flat like it was in his worst days after being shot. Then he sees the bags shoved into the shadows, the four pack of lager and what he thinks is a bottle of some kind poking out and his heart breaks. "Are you...Robert, were you going to sleep in here?"

"No."

"I thought you were at Vic's." She'd gone backwards and forwards for ages on it, saying the place would be too crowded, but then Kerry had moved out to help Eric and she'd changed her mind. He'd kept out of it then, it was none of his business anymore.

"Yeah well. She changed her mind." Now he knows he can hear in his voice that he's been drinking and he hates it. Robert's been drunk before, they both have, but not like this, and he feels like he's out of his depth. It shouldn't be his problem, not any more, but when has he ever been able to walk away from him.

"Well you can't sleep in there. It's freezing! Don't know what's happened to the weather lately." He shook his head, what was he doing, having a nice chat about the weather when Robert was in front of him, apparently homeless. "What happened with Vic?"

"She said it wasn't working. Think she's fed up with me now she's got a newer model in her life. Probably been in her ear about getting rid of me ever since I got back."

"Are you talking about John? He wouldn't. Anyway why would Vic even listen to him, she loves you. You know she does."

"Funny way of showing it. Now are you going to go so I can wallow in my new living quarters?"

"Fat chance." He takes a deep breath, making a decision that he was very likely going to regret in the morning. "Come back to mine."

"What's Johnny boy going to think about that?" Aaron sees the spark of something in his eyes though, he wants to. It would be pathetic on anyone else, the hope in his eyes, but it's just Robert.

"He's away for the night. You coming with me or not? Cos if not I'll be going for my pint."

"Doesn't look like I've got any choice does it, unless you're going to pick this lock for me. You always were better at that stuff than me."

"Just bring your stuff."

Robert's quiet as they're walking back, he leads him back via the play area rather than by the pub, he'd rather his family didn't see him, he'd never hear the end of it. Not that he's doing anything wrong, anyone would do the same if they found someone out in the cold.

When they get back he leaves Robert staring round the flat as he flicks the kettle on, both because he's cold and because it might help sober Robert up.

"How come you live here?"

"I left, after Liv, gave Vinny the house and he sold it to my uncle, the new one, not Cain. When I came back I was... let's say messed up a bit, and told him I was living here whether he liked it or not."

"It's interesting."

"Yeah? Well you should see downstairs then. I thought your taste was bad." He hands him a mug watches with a wince as he cradles it to him. "Rob..."

"Don't, Aaron, please. I wish you hadn't seen me like this."

"I could kill Vic. What was she thinking?"

"Like I said..."

"Yeah yeah. Even if John had told her she didn't have to listen did she? You can't live in the pavilion Robert. For one thing you need an address for your probation."

"You offering?"

He sits opposite him, "Surely you can afford the B&B for a bit, til you find your feet? You had savings before..."

"It's gone." He looks up at him. "The appeal cost money Aaron and i'd already put aside a load for Seb, for Liv. So...unless you can magic up a money tree I'm all out of ideas."

He blinks back tears before Robert can see. He might not want Robert in his life anymore but seeing him like this, with nothing and no one is too much.

"Well...tonight you're stayin' here. The sofa's a bit crap but it's comfy enough, and tomorrow we'll work something out." If John found out there'd be hell to pay but right this second he didn't care.

"I don't want to cause trouble..."

"Well that'd be a first." He's happy that he gets a bit of a laugh out of him. "It's fine. We'll sort something in the morning and no one needs to know do they? I'll get you some blankets and that, you look knackered."

When he's found the bedding and a pillow he goes back to the living room to find Robert already asleep. He covers him gently with the blanket and goes back to the bedroom sinking down onto the bed with a sigh. He should call Vic, but the thing with Vic is, once she's made up her mind she's got all the Sugden stubbornness, and really it's not exactly good for Robert to be somewhere he's not wanted. He has one other idea though, good or bad, it might just work.

"Hey Mack, it's me. Is there still a spare room at yours?"

[haveihitanerve]

Katniss and Gale Katniss and Gale Katniss and Gale where to begin...

Let me start off by saying this- I am not a Gale supporter. But! I am not a Gale hater either. He is a completely nuanced character that has so many layers and depth and complexity and I love him as a character even though I'd never want anything to do with him.

Now- that being said, let's compare him and Peeta, and why Katniss picks Peeta but why she was also so confused picking between them:

When Katniss thinks of Gale, it is from a perfectly analytical standpoint. It's how their relationship works. They are hunters and barterers. They don't deal in feelings, they deal in what the other can give them.

Now, this isn't to say that Gale did not truly and deeply love Katniss, I don't doubt that. His feelings for her are honestly the one thing I cannot argue. He does love her. Maybe it's in the twisted way that Snow loves Lucy Gray, maybe not, but he does love her.

And Katniss loves him. She does. But she sees him as an older brother, or even a replacement father, and the only reason she considers romantic feelings for him is because he's close to her age.

When Katniss considers Gale, it's purely off of what he can provide for her. "When I'm older, I'll need to marry because I need someone who can support me, and Gale has been doing that, so he's the logical option" kind of way.

She does not, in any way, consider these points in a positive light. Oh yeah, I'll marry him, we'll hunt together, we'll stay like this together, and bada boom bada bing.

When she considers children- which she remarks strongly she does not want to have in the Districts because of the Games- she notes how they'll have Gale's eyes, but nothing about it is like "oooohh I love him, I can't wait for my kids to have his eyes😍" its more of a "well, we'll be married, and maybe we'll have kids, and those kids will have his eyes. Welp."

Everything she does with Gale is based on familiarity and friendship, not some great romance. When he kisses her and tells her he loves her, she feels disgust and pulls away. When Peeta does the same, she feels uncomfortable because she doesn't know her feelings well enough yet to reciprocate the words and that makes her uncomfortable for him.

"I knew you'd kiss me. Because I'm in pain. Don't worry, it'll pass." Honestly this was Gale redemption arc for me. He knows she doesn't love him, and he knows that she doesn't know that. So, he tests his theory, and then BAM when it's proven, he tells her, because they're friends, and then basically allows her to move on. He admits that his pain will leave and then so will she. I very much enjoyed the maturity in this scene, thank you Gale.

I can't believe I'm about to bring my fricking History class into this, but oh well here we go, ahem:

After wars, what has been documented repeatedly, is that people want to revert back to status quo, to what they know, to something familiar and steadying. Wars are a time of great upheaval and unsurety and chaos, and so once they're completed, people look back to the old ways as a guide and try to burrow back into that safety.

Gale is pre-war. Peeta is War. The Games are the War.

So, when Katniss returns from her Games, she dives into Gale. Because he is pre-war, she knows him, knows their relationship, knows who he is and what he'll do- he is comfort and family and familiar.

Peeta is new, and memories of war and he is unfamiliar terrain. So she pulls away from him and pushes back closer to Gale.

But the old ways, Historically proven, do not end up to be the good or right thing to do after war, because they were before War and before everything changed because of war.

So, while Katniss seeks out the comfort and stability of Gale at first, because he's what she knew and she desperately wants to return to the person she was before, she quickly(not quickly at all she's a lil slow but give her time she's deeply traumatized shhh) moves on to Peeta.

Peeta who is the fresh start, who is the forward moving ideals and ways and who is post-war and peace.

Gale is what Katniss knew with the Games, and he was her comfort then.

Peeta is who Katniss knows during the Games, and her comfort then. So as she transitions out of them, it's no big surprise that he is the one she seeks out and he is the one she ends up with.

Anyways this was a long rant but I have feelings and um... yeah! Hope this made sense or smth...

[nalyra-dreaming]

I'm curious to see what kind of monstrous powers Akasha (and Lestat once she's done with him) will have. The show made the vamps supercharged- even a young vampire can have the fire gift or the cloud gift- but it's crucial to have Akasha stand apart. QOTD won't work if she doesn't. It's also necessary for the body dysmorphia that Lestat experiences in TOTBT. Are there any powers from the lore you can think of they could give her?

Well, for one, I am... not so sure that the show has made the vampires that supercharged. They have overpowered them, yes, but the skills they have shown so far fall in line with the changes they made.

I mean, Lestat is much older - his blood carried much more power for Louis. Which is why this Louis could "learn" (to handle) the fire gift. He is not as apt with the mind gift, which means the focus and talent in skills is still there, and can very well be different for the characters (which is also in line with the books). (And, as a note - we do not know who Santiago's maker was, but given he can fly he was likely older and powerful, and I wonder if there is a story behind it we will get still.)

That said, for the show... I think Akasha needs to have a very powerful version of the "kill gift" at the ready, which is ultimately the mix of "fire gift" and "telekinetic manipulation" (mind gift). She teaches that (and the flying) to Lestat in the books. Since Lestat can already fly I think they will dig into the "letting people explode and go up in flames at will" skill a lot more deeply.

Akasha goes and burns up the vampires while passing over them - her powers will be more in the way she can wield them and the sheer magnitude of them I think, than in them being different ones.

I talked about the poker game back then as well, ultimately... that was a very cool display of a combination of "mind gift" and "spell gift" with telekinesis mixed in, but well within range of the existing abilities/powers that these vampires have.

So far, nothing we have seen is actually "out of range"... they just boosted them.

Lestat's body dysmorphia will likely come into play simply because Akasha uses and abuses him, and if his skin in the trailer is anything to go by they are going the whitening-because-turning-plastic route (I know that trailer is not "canon canon" but there were choices in there, for wardrobe and makeup, which were very deliberate after all).

They could also shorten the body dysmorphia with the alienation through Amel - because, if they drop the whole replimoids part, and I think they will(!) - then that leaves Amel as the "evil" spirit that possesses them. And though I do not think Lestat will get the core right after Akasha is killed, I think he will get it, like in the books. And that will then likely pay into that.

Because when Amel first "presents", he does so in a mirror, in a "doppelganger" version of Lestat, and I BET Rolin will lean into the full horror of it all that is hinted at there:

"I was there, but not my reflection. It was another me, smiling at me with triumphant glittering eyes, both hands up against the glass as if he were in a prison cell behind it. Same clothes, yes, and me down to the last detail of long blond curling hair and glittering blue-gray eyes. But not a reflection at all. I was petrified. The dim echo of doppelgänger rose in my ears, and all the horror such a concept connotes. I don’t know if I can describe how chilling this was—this figure of myself inhabited by another, leering at me, deliberately menacing me."

(Prince Lestat)

I just BET that's how they'll spin it :)

[the-ellia-west]

@glowsticks-and-jesus @gekowo I want you two to see this the most.

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We can't see the wind but we experience it's effects.

Your thoughts... can you see them? Can you even tell me where they are? But we know they exist

We experience the EFFECTS and it is our detriment to ignore them

And that's what the spiritual battle is, there are entities we cannot see trying to attack and destroy us, but there are also entities helping us

And it is TO OUR DETRIMENT TO IGNORE THEM

This is a War cry

Our struggle is not against flesh and blood, it is against evil and everything trying to take us down

We need the armor of God to stand our Ground when the day of Ruin comes

When the Darkness comes to swallow the world

When the darkness comes to take you

When it grips at your ankles and swims in your chest

You have to be ready

On your own you cannot beat it

Don't summon upon your own Courage

For you cannot stand on your own

You don't have what it takes

The darkness is stronger than us

But it is chased away by the light

And the light who loves us

We need to stand in the light

And we can only stand when we have the light at our back

And we stand in the Arms of the king, and behind the shield of his glory

The power that brought Jesus from the grave that we call on to save us from the darkness

To strengthen us to have the ability to fight

If you rely on yourself you will fail, you will lose and you will die

We're not fighting other humans

We're fighting the darkness in us

Humans are our brothers

And evil people are our fallen brothers

And we must offer them a hand to try and use the light in us to try and chase away that darkness

Our greatest Enemy and our Greatest battle ate supernatural in nature

We still have earthly battles

Because in body and sin we are earthly creatures

Ephesians 6:13

Stay upright and keep fighting, Stand

Satan tries to drag us down because he KNOWS we are powerful and in God's glory and the light we can beat him

He's scared, and that makes him angry

Satan's primary strategy is feeding people Lies

He sabotaged your mind and your beliefs. About yourself, others, Sin, and death

(John 8:44) (Romans 8:38-39)

You are deeply and truly loved by God, it doesn't matter who you are or what you've done

You will always be deeply and truly loved by God

And nothing you will do will ever change that

There is nothing NOTHING that can separate you from the love of God

You are holy in the sight of God through Jesus, he died for you, and in that love you were made clean (Eph 1:4)

When you out your faith in Jesus you gain his righteousness, we didn't earn it, but he gave it freely, and we were holy in his sight

Satan wants you to believe you are not worthy of his love, you are not worthy of love

And God can't accept you because of who you are or what you did

It doesn't matter

Jesus makes you holy anyway

All you have to so is ask and he accepts you into his house because of faith and love

Keep. Fighting.

Be ready

Peace with God is available for everyone through Faith in Jesus

You are at Peace with God (Rom. 5:1-11)

Satan wants us to question if we're really at Peace with God

There wad a time when we rebelled and we were God's enemies, he always loved us but we WERE his enemies

Satan wants us to think God is angry at us for our rebellion

We still sin after giving him our heart

God will never be angry at you, you're not his enemy anymore you're his child

You are always at Peace with God

You are saved by Faith not works

Believe in what he can do

Trust him

Because YOU by yourself could never NEVER do enough

You aren't strong enough

But he can

And Faith is holding his hand, standing your ground, and letting his shield protect you

We can never live well enough to EARN Jesus

We are saved because he lived us and died for us and protected us because he loved us

Not because of anything we can do

We have been rescued bu God and our Future is secure

So don't worry, No one can take you out of God's hand

He is not strong enough and never will be

And that's why we help others

Once God is your God, you cannot be taken from him

You can find the truth of God only in the Bible

Satan wants you to distrust and not understand the Bible

Pray against him

Pray FOR your brothers and sisters

Be there for them

Read the Bible

There is a power in it that becomes revealed to us

Satan wants you out of your Bible and out of your church

PRAY

pray in the spirit

You have access to the power of God through Prayer

The Spirit translates your soul, and so God always know what you truly mean

You never waste God's time

He cares about you and he's happy that you talk to him

We need God's strength and he is happy to give it to us

We need to pray for each OTHER

You're his kid you can ask him questions, he wants to bless you, so let him

Talk to him and tell him all your worries

TALK TO HIM

EVEN IF IT'S STUPID

HE WANTS TO HEAR YOU

Pray also for those who teach to you, so God may give them the words

For they suffer like you do

They struggle they suffer, they're scared, but they soldier on, they stand

And we can't afford to lay down and let the devil step on us.

So stand up.

Take the hand of the brother or sister next to you

In fact

Fuck it

Take MY HAND

Come to me

Let me help you

Listen to the words God gave me

Face down the darkness in the power of God because the battle is already won

And we're still fighting until Jesus comes again

So face down the defeated darkness that whispers in your ear, trying to lie you into falling

And say it with me

YOU CAN'T STOP ME

God is with you

He is always with you

So when you think you've done everything

Stand

(*cough* @elronthemage @carb0n-m0n0xide @homelessnerd @sunflowerrosy @geminiagentgreen @thewritingautisticat @scaremoonturkey @doodleoo)

[storkmuffin]

I have fallen down a rabbit hole reading your metas, and it's early morning hours and sleep isn't coming, so I'm having so many thoughts.

Of all the things fascinating me, it's this: due to some strange recent circumstances in my life, I feel like I'm experiencing severe disillusionment with Kpop, specifically ateez and yunho. For context, ateez is the only Kpop group I've ever "stanned," the only celebrities I've ever been remotely interested in, honestly. I'm from the US and often find celebrity culture boring. But for some reason I found ateez interesting enough to get completely invested in them.

I've always loved pop music and dancing, so that makes my interest in Kpop seem logical. But as I said above, I've never been interested in the celebrities themselves. I enjoy Lady Gaga's music for instance, and enjoy dancing to it in my room by myself, but never have cared to know anything about her.

I'd be so curious to know why you think Yunho of all celebrities has captured my attention so severely. And also why it only took a few circumstances in my life changing for me to feel suddenly so unsure about it all. I am autistic and ateez/yunho clearly became a special interest of the last two years, but I'm not totally understanding why it's leaving me so quickly.

I'm not even sure if it is leaving. Reading your metas has only strengthened this feeling though. Which doesn't make sense because did I not just say I'm losing interest?? I don't know what the hell is going on in my mind. Hearing the perspective of someone who is Korean and lives in Korea has certainly been fascinating.

And truly, I feel like something is fundamentally shifting in my brain. Maybe it isn't that I'm losing interest, maybe it is just that my interest in ateez is shifting. Sorry this was so long, hope you're having a good day <3

Hi! Below are my ruminations on the below questions raised by your ask:

Why my hyperfixations happen

The draw of Yunho from a neurodivergent perspective

The fading of a hyperfixation

Why it might be more painful to let go if it's Kpop

How to sustain a hyperfixation if you don't want it to end

Hyperfixation probably means it gave me something essential for my immediate survival

I happen to think that hyperfixations happen when my brain needs some sort of input to help itself produce the right chemicals. But oftentimes, from being a bit out of it and very likely autism-spectrum, I don't immediately understand what I was lacking nor what I was craving. When the fixation latches on (because it really feels that way to me, that I got bitten by a sentient creature independent of myself) I just get flipped over into fixation world and it's only much later that I'm like, Oh, that's why.

So in the off chance you're a bit like me, I will say that once this is all over, you might find that in time, you can look back to 2023 when your Ateez/ Yunho fixation began and go, Oh that's why I needed that. And you probably can smile about it.

Why Yunho?

Yunho The Idol is someone who is always trying to deliberately, strategically figure things out. What works best? Is this pleasing? If they didn't like that, should I try this instead? This isn't going right, I need to fix this. And so on. And that basic position of anxiety, of effortfulness is kind of how my autism spectrum induced not belonging with the NT people life situation manifests. So his visibly calculating efforts to get this shit right suddenly hooked my interest as soon as I saw him not do that in a situation where he is actually very natural, himself, relaxed and organic: on stage, in an extremely tightly organized, well-rehearsed show. I only became a Yunho bias because of the two live performances I saw him in.

Beyonce I think talked for a while about becoming someone else while on stage, and then becoming Beyonce off stage, right? With Yunho there's enough material for me to theorize that it's the reverse - he's himself on stage or in performance where the rules and parameters are clear (and it feels safe because of this clarity) so he can cry and skip around and goof off, more than he is off stage and being The Idol Yunho To Be Discussed in Third Person. This gives me a lot to identify with - when I have a Role To Play where I know what the Ideal is, I feel very at ease. I can either achieve it or flout it, but I know what I'm doing. When in a more fluid setting, where I have to read social cues and body language and expressions and catch on to all the almost invisible, arbitrary, and frequently mean-spirited and ineffecient rules of Neurotypical Social Interaction, I feel very frozen up and robotic inside.

There's a parasocial side to this as well, from encountering the thoughts of people who dislike the sides of the Yunho Persona that I most value. That people apparently resent it when you get close to achieving the Ideal. You might be trying to do your best, but if it's motivated by perfectionism, people attack you and dislike you. But the reason to be perfectionist is to be liked, so it's very tragic.

The thing that's both infuriating and fascinating to me about Yunho is that in addition to having Pretty Privilege and Tall Man Privilege (which is amplified x10,000 when it's a Tall Korean Man Privilege), he also has Likability Privilege, the combination of which should just have him be the most relaxed easygoing motherfucker on the planet, and yet he is not. He's the opposite of that. He's a weird awkward controlling perfectionist dork. WHY? It makes me want to slice down to his sternum to crack it open and watch his heart beat want to know more about him.

So this tension - between being a natural Idol candidate (tall, pretty, likable, and talented) and yet being rigidly fucking controlling about his persona and fan interactions - is what got me very invested in this particular boy in the chocolate box. is that what it was for you?

When the need is assuaged, the hyperfixation may end

It's ok if a hyperfixation ends, though, you know? I cycled through the whole 7 seasons of the Shonda Rhimes show Scandal 8 times in a row, such that I ended up 'watching' whole chunks of scenes in my dreams and I noticed production details like this particular actor whose character gets beaten up a lot favors crying out of his left eye, so his right eye is always the one with the bruise. And then the fixation ended and I've paid zero attention to the show nor any of the people in the show since. I feel no qualms or ambivalence about the complete stop to my interest in the show or the performers.

Why it's more painful when it's kpop (speculation)

Kpop is extremely immersive and personal, so if you're experiencing an end to your engagement with Kpop as well as this particular band, I think it's really a natural reaction to feel a bit bereft.

There's music and dancing, obviously, at the core of it, which already is going to elicit multiple levels of emotional, intellectual and physical investment. If you're not Korean, there's also the draw of the Foreign, in the best, most positive sense - a chance to engage in a friendly, accessible, and fun way with a culture and people far away and different from your own. It was a good time! It's sad when a good time ends.

But also Kpop Gen 3-4 (which Ateez and Stray Kids are part of) are really great at building this multi-spectrum lore. There's the actual Kpop-content (the songs, the MVs, the concerts), then the fabricated variety-show content, then the documentary style content, the official behind the scenes content, the extemporaneous behind the scenes content, the chat with the fans on instagram or other 'live chat' formats, and the text messages. And Ateez actually have their own framing device, The Lore Lore, if you want to go there.

The thing that I found Ateez actually does better than Stray Kids, out of necessity given their companies' respective power and financial capacity, is to make direct appeals to their audience - to please come to the show, to please buy the things, to please engage with them one on one.

People mock fans by saying, Oh your fave never knows you existed. But as with everything, there's a flip side to that too - Your fave will never know when and why you left the fandom - only you do. If you're autistic, you might be hyper empathetic, and so having given a certain amount of devotion to someone who does exist in real life in the real world, ceasing that engagement will cause you pain.

My Ateez meta writings are a record of the start of my hyperfixation in earnest, and if you're coming to the end of yours, then reading my thoughts (and the enthusiasm and possibly familiar energy of an excited autist in the grip of some new interest) might be a reverse mirror for you to recognize that you're finished and done.

If you don't want it to end, some suggestions:

I sense a lot of ambivalence and grief about it all coming to an end for you though, so I am going to add some unsolicited advice that you should feel entirely free to skip.

Given the intricate way you construct your sentences and examine your own thoughts by flipping them back to front before turning them inside out, I would also posit that you're someone who might get 'full up' on input and get oversaturated. In short, you gorge ravenously for a sustained period, and then you get sick of it. The way to avoid that, for me, is two fold:

Create reactive output

related to the above: Make friends with people receptive to the output, with whom you can enter into a positive feedback loop of cycling input and output to and from each other.

This is what a lot of fan content is to me, and it's really healthy. Output can be literally anything - learn to play the songs on an instrument, learn Korean so you can read along with the original lyrics, make a pinterest board, write a bazillion words of meta on tumblr (ahem).

You could also try checking out a different band in the same genre. Either one of the very new people (Riize, maybe?), or a longstanding experienced group (Shinee, BTS when they make their comeback) or a girl group (same genre, very different vibes). It might net you a new fun thing to dig into or reignite what you liked about Ateez and/or Yunho to begin with.

I'm also really bad at sleeping, by the way, always have been, and I know that feeling of finding someone who vibes similarly and going OMG and reading everything they wrote lol. I'm really glad you said hi.

[yourthirdparent]

Pls ramble more about your 2004 frontman au. You could literally just say anything about it I love it so much🙏

OH MY GOD????? people actually like it omg that's crazy i thought it was too self indulgent Okay so.

the whole point of this au was basically just. giving me an excuse to imagine kid junho shenanigans while also making inho be the frontman. because 1 it's a little funny to picture this like dark cloaked mysterious figure and then his twelve year old brother who's like "hyung i want an xbox" and keeps sneaking out to hang out with him while he's at work and 2 i need junho traumatised earlier. for my own health. he's a child and he's already seen more horror and violence and death and immense betrayal play out than most people will ever see. he's a child and he sits next to his brother and watches death games on the big screen. he's a child and he knows the horrors people live through, and he knows the system and the people responsible for it intimately. he's a child and he's accepted all of this as fact. he's a child and he's taught to believe all of this is immutable. he's a child and he's not sure he believes it, but he's willing to pretend it's okay. he's a child and all he wants is his brother. yk.

which means 1 we have silly ideas and 2 we have serious ideas.

let's start with silly. i'm thinkin a lot about junho sneaking out to spend time with inho. he's soooooo bored of sitting in the penthouse with jack shit to do and his pen is out of ink so he can't even scribble about it and he doesn't want to read cuz half of inho's books are boring and the other half are in english which he's only vaguely familiar with. so he gets out when he's nnnnot supposed to and he creeps around til he finds inho handling things in the vip lounge. and he sneaks over to where he is while the vips and the host are all distracted with the games and he's like "hi inho" and inho's like "what the FUCK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE" but he doesn't say that he says "junho you really shouldn't be here" and junho's like "i wanted to see you" and inho's like " . well fuck kid you really got me there" and he's like "erm host might i be excused. something came up" and ilnam sees junho standing awkwardly by inho's little podium and he's like "lol. lmao. sure you can go. btw make sure to get a mask for the little bugger" and inho's like "yes sir salute emoji" so he and junho basically just get the rest of the day together. well. until inho gets called away to handle a situation with the guards. and junho gets to watch inho shoot four people on the big screen. with stars in his eyes cuz he loves his brother sm. and thinks he's so cool.

serious time. there's a somewhat angsty inverse of that idea where junho doesn't immediately go to inho's side upon entering the vip lounge. and the vips see him first. and one of them calls him over and has him sit next to them. nothing happens for the record this isn't a s1e7 moment he doesn't get assaulted. but when inho sees junho sitting with one of the vips he freaks out cuz he Knows what the vips are like and what they do. and he knows what that vip probably intends with this kid. but he can't say anything and risk losing his job (getting fired on the island is a lot more literal than in other workplaces) so he just has to wait until the game ends with a clenched fist. and then he gets junho the FUCK out of there. he and ilnam have to explain a million times in a million ways that junho is Not for sale and no, offering more money to take him does not change that. but they get him out successfully and inho lectures him "these are NOT people you want to hang around" and junho's like "i'm old enough to make my own decisions !! besides, you hang around them all the time" cuz he doesn't know what the fuck's going on yk he doesn't understand that a man was literally just trying to Purchase him. for very nefarious purposes. and inho is like "that is very different. that's my job. and you're TWELVE" and junho's like "you never let me do anything 🙄"

ilnam actually has to tell junho why he can't see the vips himself. cuz inho doesn't want to scare junho (he always gets so worried when he has to introduce junho to a new part of life on the island. when he first had junho watch the games with him he was very nervous about it and now it's just a part of life like everything else. but he fears the idea that one day he'll have to reveal something so horrifically immoral to junho that he'll leave forever. but really junho would never leave him. again, he's a child and he wants nothing but his brother) so he's not gonna tell him anything but ilnam dgaf so he's like "junho that man was gonna keep you as a pet. sexual style. he was trying to buy you. for sex reasons" and junho is like " . oh. hey hyung um i promise i'll never go anywhere near those guys again" and inho is like "PLEASE LISTEN TO ME NEXT TIME"

this does have serious effects for junho btw. cuz now he knows that these people don't just make poor people fight to the death for their pleasure and whatnot but. yk. jesus christ. and these are ilnam's friends? these are the people his brother works for??? he lives in ilnam's fucking penthouse on the island. he lives with ilnam. and ilnam's friends are. jesus christ. one of them tried to Buy him. jesus christ. his brother works for these people.

there's no part of his very malleable brain that can accept this. he can be conditioned to accept a Lot of things. has been conditioned to accept a lot of things. but this. yeah he cannot possibly think this is okay. but he's a child, and he wants nothing but his brother, and he's seen what happens to employees who step out of line and he knows inho would be treated the same. so despite his hatred and rage, he tries not to think about it.

he does talk a Lot of shit about the vips behind ilnam's back though.

anyways um let's go back to silly as a pallet cleanser after that Sorry for the sudden sharp turn there lmao. between the games when he and inho are back on the mainland (they only stay on the island during the games and game prep/cleanup) they live fairly normally. well except for the fact that junho isn't allowed to see his mother anymore (again, inho did basically kidnap him. junho can't just come and go like it's nothing. like years down the line he's calling himself an idiot for not just telling malsoon he was going on a trip and taking junho and bringing him home after the games ended. then again malsoon would probably question inho being able to afford several week long trips so maybe he would've had to simply take junho anyway.) but that's the exception. they have a little apartment (nothing grand despite how much money inho has. yk like in canon) and they spend most of their time straight chillin.

junho's a missing person so attending school is errrr a bit complicated (he doesn't. lmao. his ass is never gonna be able to enter society at this rate!!! inho you're sabotaging your brother!!!!!!) but he's still got friends he talks to and hangs out with. inho works part time despite not needing to (he's not a cop anymore. his ass QUITTTT that shit shortly after his games.) and he also volunteers at a library (fucking nerd) just to keep himself busy. junho sometimes hangs with him while he's at the library. helps out sometimes. just dicks around and reads whatever he can find sometimes. he's addicted to graphic novels he can't put the novel down. he's sick of inho's art history books and he just likes the art itself so he's always reading comics and how to draw tutorial books and whatnot. he can't stop drawing cars and cityscapes it's a problem. he can't put the pen down. (he draws and writes exclusively in pen btw he does not use pencil. weirdo fucking freak dude. a lot of his art looks scratchy because of this. he doesn't like it but he still refuses to use pencil. he likes ink. inho thinks the scratchy sketchy look is cool though so really that's enough justification)

junho btw goes through hobbies like paper. the only ones that develop and stick are drawing and writing but he goes through like a million of them between the ages of twelve and sixteen. he tries to learn to play bass at some point because he thinks bass is the sexiest instrument (inho rolls his eyes when junho says that but gets him one anyway and signs him up for lessons). he gives that up like a month in. keeps the bass though cuz it's cool. he gets really into bird watching for like a week (he can still name like any bird he sees ten years later). he's not a huge gamer but every so often he gets obsessed with a specific game and plays it nonstop. at some point he gets like really into movie reviews. etc. inho supports all of his hobbies even if he knows junho'll get sick of them in two months tops.

inho has very few things he does other than work, volunteer, and read. those really take up most of his time. so not many hobbies per se. he sews, but that's less a hobby and more a skill of his (comes in handy when junho rips his clothes for the thousandth time). he cooks, but again less something he enjoys doing and more just a necessity (he's very good at it though. Very good. junho's mother taught him a lot. plus cookbooks.) people know him as a very boring person. except for junho. who thinks he's the coolest guy in the world. except for the fact that he works for freaks and monsters. but this ain't about that fr.

serious again When junho's an adult he finally gets to see his mother again. the day he's an adult malsoon calls inho's phone (she used to call very often after both he and junho went missing but he never picked up. she stopped calling after a while.) and leaves a message saying she misses junho and he'd be an adult now and she doesn't even get to see him. she doesn't get to see her own son. he's an adult and she hasn't seen him since he was Twelve. and inho is like. hm.

he asks junho if he wants to see his mother again. and junho's like "holy shit really?? you'll let me see her????? ofc i want to see her holy shit Please" and inho drops him off like a block away from her place and junho heads up and knocks and malsoon freaks out. cuz yk that's her baby boy at her doorstep and it's been so god damn long yk. and she asks a million questions (that he doesn't answer. of his own accord for the record. inho never told him he can't say anything he's keeping these secrets himself) and she makes something to eat (it's not as good as inho's. or maybe junho's tongue has just adapted to his cooking and forgotten his mother's.) and fawns over him all day. and despire how much he was looking forward to this, junho feels hollow.

at some point she asks him if inho's the one who took him. he doesn't say anything, and she takes this as confirmation. calls inho heartless. a monster. smth like that. junho says nothing.

she tries to get him to stay with her but he denies. denies again when she pleads. kisses her forehead and says he loves her, but walks out the door. walks down to the nearest library and calls inho to pick him up. and inho does.

junho's pretty quiet on the ride home. inho asks how it went and junho doesn't answer. very quietly, he says "you know i love you, right?" and inho falters for a moment. says "of course i do." and junho says "you know i'm not going anywhere." and inho slumps with something like relief. and he says "yeah. yeah of course i do."

junho sleeps in inho's room that night. he doesn't let go for a second.

not serious anymore and the last thing i have to say: i imagine junho grew up (physically) very fast as a kid but sort of stagnated for a very long time. like when he was eleven he grew up Quick so he looked like a lanky 15 year old when he was very young. but he Stayed looking like a lanky 15 year old until like his 20s. this also applies to canon so imagine him looking like a high schooler while he's in the police academy. this is part of the reason i imagine inho feels so strongly about him bc like that's his Baby Brother. literally just a few years before the cliff he still looked like a kid. he's still a kid in inho's mind.

this means every time i talk about little junho he's like 5'7 LMAO. give it a few inches and he'll be inho's height. tall ass fucking twelve year old dude. but it takes quite a while for him to grow past 5'9. he's like 25 when he gets taller than inho. and then he starts filling out so he's not lanky anymore and is instead hoooohovvkkfkfkgkoaifkgsdlhgs wow hey guys wi ha joon right. hello

anyways that's all i got hope this was anything at all. i got some other ideas for this au but they're well. they'd need a big trigger warning. hope you enjoyed this, anon!!

[rpmusingsnmore]

FANTASY SENTENCE STARTERS  ( MAGIC )

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse by sending  '+ reverse' ).  this pack is themed around magic usage in some fashion.  vague enough in some ways to be used in unique ways.

❛  what do you mean,  it blew up?  ❜

❛  please tell me that you didn't cause that.  ❜

❛  are you doing that?  ❜

❛  was that you? making that distraction was genius.  ❜

❛  i didn't know you knew magic.  ❜

❛  when did you learn magic?  ❜

❛  how are you doing that?  ❜

❛  can you teach me? can you?  ❜

❛  i want to learn spells, too!  ❜

❛  magic mustn't be that hard if you know it.  ❜

❛  you can't learn magic in a day.  ❜

❛  spells take time and practice.  ❜

❛  you're saying your spell wrong.  ❜

❛  i'm not a toddler, i know how to make a spell.  ❜

❛  i'm not a student anymore, i can do complex magic, you know.  ❜

❛  i hardly need a spellbook for that.  ❜

❛  do you still need a spellbook for your magic?  ❜

❛  i can cast a spell without a wand or words.  ❜

❛  i'll curse you if you aren't careful.  ❜

❛  careful! there's a powerful curse on that.  ❜

❛  watch out! you almost got cursed, idiot.  ❜

❛  don't just go grabbing random magical artifacts!  ❜

❛  you never know who might be aiming to hex you.  ❜

❛  i can do some basic spells.  ❜

❛  can you even do basic spells?  ❜

❛  my magic is more than just a spell for good fortune.  ❜

❛  my magic manifests in ways other than spells.  ❜

❛  magic is more than just memorising a spell.  ❜

❛  magic resides in the heart. you don't have one.  ❜

❛  you can never practice magic.  ❜

❛  i can't do magic anymore.  ❜

❛  i'm not allowed magic anymore.  ❜

❛  if they find out i'm doing magic again ...  ❜

❛  magic is outlawed for a reason.  ❜

❛  you can't do magic in broad daylight!  ❜

❛  if they spot you doing magic ... come here.  ❜

❛  get inside! i saw you do that spell. they won't find you here.  ❜

❛  are you insane? you barely know that spell!  ❜

❛  you barely know how to make something float, please.  ❜

❛  you don't know what you're doing, it could backfire!  ❜

❛  let me teach you a little spell.  ❜

❛  i can teach you a magic trick. watch.  ❜

❛  swish and flick. you're being too aggressive.  ❜

❛  you're mumbling your incantation. it'll never work that way.  ❜

❛  you're moving all wrong. how can you channel magic that way?  ❜

❛  focus. magic requires rapt attention.  ❜

❛  see! i told you that you could do magic!  ❜

❛  are you a fool? magic is the devil's work.  ❜

❛  magic is forebidden, and we should all be grateful.  ❜

❛  if it were up to me, magic would be forebidden.  ❜

❛  witch!  ❜

❛  are you a witch / wizard / sorcerer?  ❜

❛  are you a sorcerer? or a party entertainer? ❜

❛  sleight of hand or witchery? who knows?  ❜

❛  i can do real magic, you know.  ❜

❛  that's not real magic. this is.  ❜

❛  i'll show you real magic. stand back.  ❜

❛  i cast fireball. i said, i cast fireball!  ❜

❛  damn it, why won't it work?  ❜

❛  you saved me. how?  ❜

❛  did you use magic to save me? i told you not to do that!  ❜

❛  magic is everywhere. can you feel it?  ❜

❛  magic doesn't have to be fantasy.  ❜

❛  sometimes, magic is the bond between two people ... just kidding!  ❜

❛  let me show you something magical.  ❜

❛  if you can use magic, why do anything the hard way?  ❜

❛  i use magic when i want, where i want.  ❜

❛  i won't stop using magic. you can't make me.  ❜

❛  you have to stop using magic.  ❜

❛  you will stop using that magic nonsense right now.  ❜

❛  magic is ... everything.  ❜

❛  just hold your hands like this ... see? magic.  ❜

❛  watch closely. can you see it? the magic in the air?  ❜

❛  listen. you can hear the hum of the magic if you do.  ❜

❛  just feel that. it's magical.  ❜

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

studying Philosophy is really like

you think this is going to help you understand the world and your place in it better,

but actually all it does is confuse and befuddle you farther than ever before

and also you make friends with the most annoying (read: great, smart, lovely, kind, but argumentative as ALL GET OUT) people in the world and then you realize you've BECOME one of those people and you kind of want to just curl up in a nice quiet little hole in the ground with all your books and read and think until a complete and total understanding of the world falls out of your noggin and everything makes sense; but actually you just want to take a walk in the woods with a friend and not think about anything for at least a year.

[berthindeath]

@lone-blade liked for a starter

Her blade tears through the darkspawn's skull with a sickening squelch; it howls a piercing death rattle before she kicks it as far from her as she can muster. It never ends. Her chest heavens from exertion, eyes surveying just how little ground they've made up as the onslaught batters against the fortress.

Weisshaupt, the pinnacle of a legendary order—and it's crumbling under her feet.

This is a cluster fuck.

Cacophony reigns as horns blare, a perpetual cloud of smoke stinging her eyes, and a relentless sea of darkspawn motivated by their ancient master. This couldn't be going worse, but at least her life remains cleaved to her bones, for now.

As they begin making their way toward the library, they reach a pocket of remaining wardens fending off an incoming overwhelming horde. Unwilling to leave them behind, Gwendolyn diverts her course straight for the wardens. When she's within range, the necromancer slams her staff hard into the ground, sending a pulse of necrotic magic that sends darkspawn sprawling back, buying them precious few seconds to flee. " Come on! There's too many of them, we need to fall back! "

[devilishdanse]

@doublejango ; Vepar gets to turn Lucifer into a stress ball or whatever happens. . . . .

"Listen, I'm clearing my schedule for today and the next two. No meetings, no calls, nothing! The only exceptions are if it's an absolute emergency, or it's Charlie. Otherwise, they can leave a message and I'll get back to them wheeenneevver. Okay? Great! Thanks!" He leaves his assistant with that information before anything can be said or argued.

Lucifer's hair is an absolute DISASTER, and even worse are the feathers all mussed from the wind. Realistically, he should have just used magic to get to his destination, but it felt improper and a bit disrespectful to take such an easy method to get from point A to point B. Today it did, anyhow. Besides, he needed the opportunity to stretch his wings. Lucifer had even insisted on making the trip to him, rather than the other way around. He needed out of those walls; needed to separate himself from too familiar shadows and the thoughts that crowded in. There he went, running away from one problem to the next, and away, away, away. . . .

What he did not need, however, was the wind attacking him from every Sin-forsaken angle no matter how he made the flight to the mountains. Lucifer understood the WHY for choosing such a remote location. . . . it was the HOW that rattled around and made him antsy with frustration. Even upon landing and magicking his wings away, the king still nearly found himself blown to the ground with an invisible force. He had half a mind to ask if some of it were magic more so than natural.

He takes out his phone, finds Vepar's contact, and taps a short series of messages.

: HEYYYY BUDDY! : Just flew in! It is WINDY up here. : You wanted to chat?

[cannimumsable]

izuku who doesn't remember or know kacchan is trans will always be so fucking funny to me. he just sees kacchan in pants/skirt (depending on transmasc/transfemcchan) in UA and he's like mm. anyways